"Soft warm fur laid nestled atop of his body. After several rounds of passionate exertion, it seemed the sandstorm of a fennec had finally abated. Flyssa was now content to lay a top of her mate, her petite form cuddled up against his larger frame, Both of his arms embracing her, doing a great job of providing closeness and warmth to the smaller vulpine.

Evarist for his part was enjoying her hot breath against his throat and chuckled at the occasional soft yip of satisfaction Flyssa let out despite herself. Her weight a top of him felt like a blanket of hot sand with a heartbeat; her fur so delicate, it seemed to envelop his palms and trickle warmly between his fingers. She stirred a bit and gave his chest a playful nibble in retaliation. Evarist replied by tightening his hug, pressing her body against his own.

The warm tingling they felt on their lower parts had taken over their being. Flyssa’s head now resting under his chin, Evarist took a deep whiff of her scent. His lungs gorged full of her perfume like sails in a strong sea breeze, the black fox suddenly became aware of the lull of the ship syncing with her heart beat. He absentmindedly caressed her back, feeling the swerve and bend of her body, some of the load he had shot into her splashing down on his sex in tiny drops as she herself was enjoying the liquid warmth deep inside her intimate depths. Flyssa made her approbation known with a deep rumble of contentment and a subtle roll of fennec hips, mimicking their earlier activities and hinting that she wanted more.

Evarist closed his eyes and sighed softly, they would need to go again soon, their passion not so easily quenched by one bout of lovemaking. But for now they were basking in the afterglow, the two lovers were being carried off in a shimmering sea of red satin, waves of contentment crashing softly against them as Evarist and Flyssa were lead further and further adrift..."