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Yeon was - without a doubt - the most beautiful gumiho in the land.
Rang was the only other gumiho she’d ever let this close to her. Due to her beauty, it was common for gumiho to travel far and wide in an attempt to take advantage of her, to court her, but she was insistent to turn everyone away-- everyone except Rang.
The love Rang held for her had always come from a place of genuine care and commitment. Yeon was the one who found the half-gumiho when he was barely old enough to care for himself. He’d been cast aside by gumiho and humans alike; abandoned and left for dead. Yeon’s heart felt for him, and she decided then and there to take Rang into her care-- to become a family.
As Rang aged, so too did their relationship change with time, becoming what they were now-- mates.
Ten years had passed since their relationship became something more, and with every cycle, a new heat began. Yeon hadn’t even realised how long it had been, or that it was due so soon. She sat at her usual spot on the mountain top, below her favourite tree, when the fever hit, alerting all those in range of her time of need. But Rang wasn’t far-- returning to her side as always to care for her.
There was no need to whisk her away to privacy; after all, no one else dared to venture this far up their mountain unless they were searching for trouble.
Yeon was such a desirable mate than often, Rang would question how he came to be so lucky. Most would sell their soul for a chance to merely be graced with her presence, yet here Rang found himself-- pulling Yeon towards himself, embracing her, inhaling her sweet scent in the process.
“Noona.” Rang whispered gently, cupping her cheek. “I’m here,” he said, finally coaxing her eyes to meet his own.
“Rang…” Yeon muttered under her breath, pulling him down, and urging him closer. “I need you. Please…” It was rare for her to beg, but the heat had a habit of making them both lose their minds.
Yeon’s hanbok had loosened around her midsection, causing the two ends of the dress to fall away without resistance. Rang’s hands immediately roamed her burning hot skin, clasping on her hip, using that as leverage to settle between open thighs. He struggled to move his own clothing out of the way, hard before he’d even reached her side, and so very keen to relieve Yeon of the discomfort plaguing her.
Rang buried his face in her ample chest, sighing as his head lay so comfortably between her breasts. He grasped at one with a free hand, barely able to contain her due to sheer size alone. That didn’t stop Rang from finding a nipple, playfully pinching it, mesmerised as Yeon moaned at his every touch. Rang could confidently admit he’d never seen another creature with breasts as large and beautiful as Yeon’s-- in fact, her entire voluptuous figure was otherworldly-- causing him to be forever grateful that she’d granted him this gift.
Rang would always worship her, and yet that felt like an understatement. At times like this, he wanted to go slow, appreciate every aspect of her impeccable form, to grant her any and every pleasure he possibly could. But that wasn’t what Yeon needed right now, no-- she needed warmth, relief, and help to curb the ever growing fever, and the pain brought because of it.
With further requests falling from her tongue, Rang refused to leave Yeon begging any longer-- both hands gripping her hips tightly before thrusting into her wet, welcoming heat in a single, abrupt thrust. They shared a mutual moan once connected; lips finding each other’s in a passionate kiss. Mere moments passed before Rang was moving, allowing the both of them to find a suitable pace. Yeon pushed back in time with every thrust, the sounds leaving her lips almost driving Rang to finish sooner than he’d like-- mixed between wanting to fulfil Yeon’s desires and needs, as well as reaching his own edge of bliss.
It would be a long night, but Rang would ensure to appreciate every single minute of their time together-- from now until they parted.