Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

-Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche

Nasus gnashes with his teeth at Ahri's ass with the intent to draw blood. Unfortunately for him, his life essence constantly mends before any blood could see the light of the room. His hands grip her sides without restraint, nails digging deep into her flesh. Ahri allows him to take advantage of her in any way he pleases. In the past few minutes, the Curator had ravished her in the manner of a wild beast devouring its conquered prey. Scratches and bite marks faded within seconds as Nasus allowed his primal side to take complete control.

The nine-tailed fox followed suit, growling with every bite, fierce snarls turning into pleasurable screams. Another scream escapes her throat as Nasus' tongue once again finds itself traveling up down her rectum. She squirms beneath his efforts, her untouched entry violated by the warmth of the Curator's pink probe.

The tongue rolls itself up, siphoning in and out of Ahri's tightness, savoring whatever it could taste inside. It is so dirty, so utterly savage, and yet both parties cannot help but to savor every single moment. Nasus shoves his tongue's entirety inside of her, clamping his mouth over her rear end. He chews and gnaws, simultaneously swirling and pistoning in and out of Ahri's anus. His teeth bite down with increased vigor every few moments, causing his partner's tails to flop and swat in anxious excitement.

His hands, clamped at Ahri's sides, moves to her core, sharing the space with his bottom jaw. His teeth, gnawing at her folds, make room for a finger as he wriggles within those fleshy petals.

Ahri's senses are thrown into a disarray of sensations. She feels just as good as she does violated as the teeth on her rump continue to gnaw into her flesh, the forefront of Nasus' bottom teeth sunk deep into her clitoris.

Then, without warning, the fox seizes up and lets out a breathless gasp. Anticipating the inevitable, the Curator slurps out his tongue, eyes managing to catch the split second where his canine saliva spurts out of her anus before his tongue rolls out below Ahri's body, undulating beneath those damp folds, ready for what was to come.

She came hard beneath his touch, juices spurting onto his tongue in violent squirts of sticky heat. Nasus' hands immediately grab hold of her ass cheeks, his face drenched with Ahri's essence beneath her body. His tongue struggles to channel all of her juices into his throat before conceding, trading off her petals for her erect clit. He fiddles and flicks, and in less than a minute he has his partner cumming again.

He hears her breathless screams and squeals of bliss, feels her thick, fleshy frame quiver beneath his fingers, smells all of her sweat, essence, and catches remains of his spunk dried onto her skin.

Suddenly Nasus is reminded of the throbbing monster below his abdomen, to which he responds without hesitation.

Unheeding to Ahri's continuous climax, Nasus gets on his knees, pushing aside her writhing tails for them to latch onto his arms. His hands grip her hips as reins to a horse, and with one swift stroke, he penetrates her folds.

A grunt escapes his throat, drowned by his partner's surprised squeal of delight. Her outbursts hiccup into short little exclamations, interrupted by her need for breath. Lubricated from everything else that had preceded that night, Ahri's inner flesh is easier to conquer.

Taking complete advantage, the Curator pushes onward without remorse, without relent, without control. He slams his tip against her cervix, threatening to rip her insides open with his harsh progress. His thrusts are so violent that Ahri finds it difficult to anchor herself down in the physical sense; with every push, her body is shoved forward on the bed, her weak fingers unable to secure her frame in the same position. She digs herself into the bed as best as she possibly can, but in doing so, Nasus' actions begin to push the entire mattress of its frame. Within the span of a few minutes, with a few last metallic squeaking groans, the mattress slides off of the bed, Nasus and Ahri along with it. With a tsk of frustration at the interruption, Nasus repositions himself. His partner is barely able to comprehend the world around her as she heaves, her body limp, lost in the euphoria of his ministrations and the essence swirling in her soul.

Shuffles on his knees onto the wooden floor, swiveling Ahri's body on the mattress, her ass in the air, her face shoved into the messy, sodden sheets. Like a dog in the heat, Nasus lets out another growl as his hands grab Ahri's rump to shove himself back in.

He lets his head loll back in pleasure at the suffocating warmth of her folds. However at this point, her cervix is almost a hindrance in his progress as he pistons in and out with no where to go. He wants to drown himself within her body, but her small, human anatomy doesn't allow him to do so.

Once again, Ahri's small raspy whisper of a voice finds his ears, as if her eyes could see into his mind. Little does he know that their souls, linked through her consummation with his essence, are intimately embraced within her mind; she could read his every thought. Fortunately for her, his thoughts at the moment consist of fucking her senseless (which he was succeeding at quite well) and the current issue of her shallow entry.

"…push all the…way," she said between hiccupping groans.

Nasus can barely understand her, to which she repeats, "…push in all…the way,"

Then the epiphany of a realization digs through Nasus' primal mindset, adding a few more pulses to his heartbeat. He didn't care that he got permission, the monstrous grin on the Curator's face was one of realization. How come he didn't think of pushing further in before?

With that, his next thrust inwards pushed past Ahri's cervix. Her jaw drops in a soundless scream, tears streaming down her eyes. She clenches the sheets of the mattress that lay pathetically half on the ground, reveling in the pain as green wisps of Nasus' essence compensate her agony. Nasus grits his teeth into sand as he pushes the rest of his girth up her uterus, feeling it curve inside of her most untouched canals.

Ahri lets out a moan of agony and bliss. Never before has anyone ever penetrated her innermost flesh. And yet here she was, writhing beneath someone who is pushing onwards inside of her womb.

Nasus lets out a silent breath as he fully sheathes himself within her moistness. The uterus fans itself out, allowing his cock some breathing space in contrast to the asphyxiating vise of her womanhood. Then he pulls himself out, groaning with difficulty as his bulbous head pushes back through the cervix, squishing in a squelching effort as it traverses her petals again.

With another thrust, the Curator buries himself deep inside again, letting out a satisfied sigh. He pays no mind to the climax Ahri shudders under as she squirts on his legs. He wants to find more of his satisfaction.

His cock buried to the hilt with every slow thrust, Nasus finds the lips of Ahri's cervix to milk him of his produce. He fears if he speeds up, her folds would claim his large member forever.

Slow thrust after slow thrust, Nasus savors her flesh, listening to its slick squelch fill the room. Ahri's breathing has calmed down, but a groan still escapes her lips with every piston.

Every single time the Curator's bulbous tip would force its way up her uterus, Ahri cannot help but wince at the pain. Nothing is meant to violate that deep inside of her, nothing ever has. But now with Nasus' endless essence to goad her onwards, she is unable to give two shits. It feels too good to remember the pain. Though her climaxes appear in a constant chain, their unexpectedness still manages to catch her off-guard. As Nasus continues, Ahri's consciousness fades under the weight of pleasure and pain.

Nasus' pace finally finds itself again, the slow measured thrusts of caution making way for the reckless plunging that he had incurred upon the fox woman mere minutes before. The cervix's tight lips clamp down upon every vein of the Curator's meat, eliciting sparks of intense pleasure with every exertion of friction. He speeds up, groaning as he feels his end approaching. His grip on Ahri's hips tightens, and he lifts her up more, her tails tightening around his shoulders for support as he continues to ravage her like a rag doll. Slobber leaks from the side of his mouth, dribbling onto his partner's sweaty ass as her flesh slaps against his wet fur with every single thrust.

Nasus suddenly releases a loud grunt as his cock pushes through Ahri's abused cervix once more. He throbs uncontrollably within her uterus, seizing his breath away as his energy focuses itself on the approaching climax. He gasps and slams the fox's body onto the mattress, shoving himself as deep as he possibly can within her. The knotting of his erection begins inside of her, ballooning and inflating, blood rushing from one head to another.

He can barely breathe as gyrates in miniscule thrusts, letting Ahri's suffocating tightness ease him into his eventual climax.

Then, he feels the fire inside of him surge through, the inflation of his cock signaling its next course of action.

Nasus lets out a wall-shattering yell as his member swells within Ahri's pink flesh, suffocated within her utter tightness. It is forced to push out, trying to rip through the fox woman's body.

Below his touch, Ahri's tears stream down in a constant stream as she chokes out for air. The pain is incredible as she feels the Curator's climax approach in a swelling deep within her. The edges of her vision flicker with black spots, threatening to steal her consciousness. However, the bliss incurred from the pain refuses to allow her from escaping reality into the world of dreamless sleep. She could see the emerald wisps work their way inside of her, mending and compensating her stretched flesh before any harm could be done.

Then, as Nasus' hands finally draw blood at Ahri's hips, he came.

The quivering, knotted cock discharges its load within her hot flesh. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot semen completely and utterly fill her inner cavities. Within seconds the sticky waves of cum occupies every corner of Ahri's womb, pushing outwards for escape through her cervix. However, Nasus' inflated cock denies its exit, forcing her womb to swell with his products.

She screams as her womb swells with the sheer amount of sticky seed that Nasus pumps into her. She feels her belly begin to protrude below her, pregnant with the utter heat of the Curator's lust. Spurt after spurt, the constant thickness of his produce fills Ahri's body, the green wisps from her essence orb struggling to mend her flesh and keep the semen at bay from entry into her fallopian tubes. Little, miniscule streams of his stickiness find their way out through Ahri's womanhood, leaking in sticky rivulets that trail down between their legs.

Finally, Nasus' yell ceases, his shuddering groans begin to fade. His grip loosens, and within the matter of seconds, his cock deflates. He pulls out, letting out a painful grunt as it pushed past Ahri's cervix one last time.

The Curator collapses onto the wooden floor behind him, arms sprawled out. He shakes the nightstand behind him, allowing a glass pot to shatter onto the ground beside his head. He heaves, and from his vantage point he could see that the pot was not the first victim of his actions; around the room several ornaments and fragile dishware lay in splintered piles on the ground. He sighs through his snout and closes his eyes.

Ahri keels over onto her side, coughing and clutching her abdomen. Nasus' semen bursts out from her womanhood in a torrent of sticky whiteness, spilling all over the mattress before flowing onto her floor. She breathes heavily, sweat covering her from head to toe as she watches her insides empty Nasus' products. She struggles to sit up, leaning her weight on her weak arms as she spreads her legs, watching her womanhood continue to bubble out spurts of thick essence. The torrent continues in a viscous stream, emptying her bloated womb. The hot sensation leaves her breathless with a questionable amount of pleasure.

Finally, the stickiness halts its progress, continuing only in small leaks. Ahri sighs before collapsing onto her back, raising her hands to her face. Instinctively her tails cover her, keeping her warm regardless of their moistness. The fox could still feel Nasus' seed sloshing inside of her, its excess slowly leaking to join the thick puddle on the mattress and on the floor.

Just a few minutes prior, the room had been a cacophony of growling and smacking of flesh against fur, the wet resonances of inner flesh frictioning against the onslaught of a lustful manhood. Now, the only thing that can be heard are the hard breaths of a canine deity and a fox succubus.

As Ahri lies curled in her tails, slumped against the mattress that had slid halfway onto the floor, she can't help but grin through the incoming soreness. She had never felt this satisfied in years. She summons her essence orb, twiddling it with her fingers as its wisps slowly faded from an emerald hue to its signature ethereal blue. It finally let out a glassy sigh as it dims to sleep at her side. As she rests, the fox cannot recall the last time she had released her inner animal, gnashing and growling without remorse or worry of what her partner might think. And gods, the pure pain of Nasus fully sheathing himself was not something she would forget anytime soon.

But in retrospect, she worries what the Curator would now think of her. It now hit her with realization what she had broken. She had paid no heed to what Nasus might have been thinking or what he was protecting. Perhaps his centuries of chastity was to keep buried a painful past or to honor his love, Monifa. The sudden dread of guilt hits Ahri in the chest, and she curls up tighter.

As Nasus lies sprawled on the wooden floor of the fox-woman's room, glass shattered near his head, his fur matted with sweat and other bodily fluids, he cant help but green through the incoming guilt. He had never felt this satisfied in years. He snorts through his snout, feeling his pulse finally settle after hours of constant activity. Never in his millennia of living had the Curator ever felt so primal, so alive. Ever since the Curator was a child he was told not to concede to his primal urges, for deities that evolved from the lower creations of his world still had the danger to succumb to these instincts, evident by the madmen that roamed the wastes of his homeworld. But this night, this woman somehow managed to bring out that primal urge, breaking every single restraint and scruple he had kept so safely inside through all of his centuries of training.

But in retrospect, he suddenly worries about the fox. Although she did allow him to let loose and take advantage of her in any way he desired, the pang of guilt in his chest keeps gnawing. Just as he did earlier that evening when he had pained her with her jaw, Nasus worriedly shoots up. She still lay on the mattress, curled in a fetal position with her tails as a cover.

Carefully, the Curator inches towards her, putting his hand awkward on her tails to feel her heartbeat. He retracts, awkward in his movements; intimacy is definitely not one of his strong suits.

Then, he breathes a sigh of relief at the sound of her pulse. However, he could sense that he she was cold even beneath her cover.

Beneath the veil of her tail, Ahri shivers at Nasus' touch. She winces, pretending to sleep. Is he angry? He's probably angry. She senses the measured movements he possessed before their tryst, before he had cut loose. Suddenly her heart jumps into her throat as the Curator lifts the mattress with her on it to replace it into the bed frame. She hears the squeak of springs as he too joins her.

Fear suddenly streaks through her psyche. Oh gods, was he still…?

In their current state, Ahri has ceased her consummation of his essence. His thoughts are now as hidden to her as the thoughts of any other person.

Then, she suddenly feels Nasus grab at the sheets of the bed before throwing them off with a dissatisfied grunt. A chill runs through her spine.

Please, I've already had more than enough…

A hand finds her arm.

Just sleep. Just pretend to sleep, you've got this.

Then, his thigh rests against hers. His furry chest pressing against her bare back.

And all at once, Ahri's eyes shoot open with realization as Nasus settles into a spoon behind her. His warmth seethes into her tails, reminiscent of the heat of the Shurima desert. She could feel her pulse quicken, not with the spark of romance created by the intimacy, but the realization of what she had just now gained; a new friend.

Her ear twitches as Nasus' snout presses against her head. He whispers with the rumble of a bass.

"Fox…thank you."

Then, silence. Her ears twitch again and she hears his heartbeat, syncing itself to hers. She smiles and closes her eyes against the Curator's warmth.

Although the night had blazed as hot as the desert sun, it had brought an end to two droughts, raining down the sweetness of satisfaction.

"Anytime."

I am furry trash.