Beautiful fox and hunter

Whisper...

The arrow passed, the small bird in the air was immediately shot down on the pile of dry leaves. The man stepped forward, stepping slowly on the dry branch at his feet.

As he stepped through the mud, his gray shoes were smeared with black liquid, they looked filthy. Strong body, thick and long eyelashes, eyes as black as the dark night quietly falling in the deep forest.

The man was tall and strong, with antique bronze-colored skin, a cold and unapproachable appearance, the bridge of his nose was as sharp as a sword, just touching it can be injured. Especially when he opened his deep, wary eyes, his stern face looked extremely cold, like a general with eyes full of mettle on the battlefield.

He leaned over, his callused hands digging through the dry leaves looking for something. The bird that had just been shot down was found at last.

He should have left, but his keen senses warned him of something special. Under the old tree a curled white shadow, Richard began to take arrows from his belt and place them in his bow, ready to shoot if there was any danger.

A little closer, the man discovered under a tall tree a white fox was sleeping with his eyes closed. He thought for a long time, so he put the arrow in his hand away and replaced it with a sharp knife. As Richard was about to lower his arm, two options popped into his head.

One is to sell this beautiful looking fox for money, looking at its appearance, there will definitely be a lot of people who want to buy it. Such a strange troonh was most likely a rare species of fox, for he had never seen a fox with snow-white fur. The second option is to bring it home, peel the skin to get fur.

It's going to be cold next month, and furs like these are perfect for making clothes. It's the right time! Richard thought about it and finally chose the second option.

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Tonight is a special day. The day the "blood moon" appeared, not everyone was lucky enough to witness this rare sight. Everyone says that the time when the moon is dyed red with blood is a bad omen, during that time some strange events will happen. Richard was a mere hunter and couldn't be more special. He has no family, lives alone in a wooden house deep in the forest.

It sounds scary, but there are actually a lot of reclusive people like him. Walking around a bit, you will surely come across houses scattered in the distance, hidden under dense bushes. After dinner, it was time to go to the river to bathe. Richard took off his shirt to reveal his muscular upper body, carrying a torch to light the way. He was not afraid of an animal that suddenly jumped out to attack, or in other words, those beasts should be afraid of a hunter like him. Darkness is like a great curtain covering everything. The present space is an endless black hole that sucks all the life force of all things. The feeling it gives is really vague and scary. In the ear, there was not only the sound of the wind howling like a wounded demon, but also the sound of leaves swaying and colliding with each other. And the withered branches will fall to the ground, making room for the young shoots to continue to live, and it will be buried in the rock below.

Richard was stunned, his body quickly stiffened, when he saw the mysterious woman immersed in the clear lake, the torch in his hand fell to the ground. Under the surface of the lake, a slender figure plays with the waves. He could see the white, spotless shoulders. Her wet jet-black hair clung to her smooth skin. She bends her knees, her body curves like a small fish, her charm is hard to match. The white skin seemed to want to glow, the lips were bright red, and the eyes were transparent ruby-colored eyes that were so brilliant that they seemed to be able to attract people.

She licked her lips, her pink tongue exposed, looking flexible and wet, an inadvertent action could make him feel thirsty and dry his throat.

Is she human?

No, maybe she's a mermaid stuck here for some reason.

Richard's toes went cold at the thought of that madness, even his breathing quickened, an unusual feeling welling up inside, like an animal's intuition against a wily foe and bloodthirsty that he might not be strong enough to resist.

It was clear that Ran despised the meaning that popped into his head but failed to account for this considerable preoccupation. That is so annoying!

He still doesn't seem to realize the approaching danger and his peaceful life. That just being in this place for one more second, everything would change, his heart would be "eaten alive" by the other party.

He forgot to leave quickly. The long slender fingers unconsciously clenched, as if he considered it the only fulcrum that he could catch so as not to fall into the beauty of that mysterious woman.

Donna heard a small movement and immediately turned her head. The transparent eyes that sparkled from enjoying the comfort of the cool water around him became sharp, like a sword that could pierce the heart of a stranger who had just walked in ruined the mood hers.

However, in just a few short seconds, her deadly gaze immediately changed. Because what caught her eye at that moment was Richard's statue-like face. Donna curled her lips in a smile, lifted her arrogant chin, and focused her eyes on the muscular man, attentively assessing from top to bottom.

On his handsome face was inlaid with a layer of gold, his appearance was cold, but Donna noticed beneath his thick eyelashes, his pupils were as black as an abyss, even the cold wind howling could not make him retreat and scared. But right now, it was filled with panic.

He was appalled at her sudden appearance late at night, wasn't he? Or was he secretly thinking that she was a legendary mermaid who had come ashore for a walk?

Donna stroked the necklace in front of her chest, her eyes awake, her ruby ​​eyes flashed, eyelashes like butterfly wings fluttered slightly, the vibration of long eyelashes suddenly made her already gloomy eyes gradually become more flexible. Her pink and juicy lips pursed.

"Come here!"

A soft call, a voice like a bell ringing in the quiet night, mixed with the sound of the wind blowing in your ears.

Richard's body shivered involuntarily, his heart itchy. She stretched her index finger towards him, her long, white and lovely index finger curled slightly in his direction, like a fishing rod trying to lure him closer, then she would capture the whole soul his.

Richard seemed to be dreaming, he paused for a moment, his whole body was frozen in place, from beginning to end his eyes were fixed on her, refusing to move. Finally, the motionless body did not obey the control consciousness, he seemed to be hypnotized by her voice, his feet automatically stepped forward, stepping on the withered leaves on the ground, slowly walking forward decisively.

Richard knelt on the damp ground, his eyes burning with a bit of bewilderment, his dark, unfathomable eyes. Donna stirred in the deep pool, her long slender legs kicking in the water, gracefully moving as if the mermaid really existed. But clearly she's not, she doesn't have a nice fishtail that can dive to the bottom otherwise she would have dragged the man who was stupid on the shore into the water to play with her.

The lovely body struggled to play around for a while then stood up straight.

She went ashore, her dress was wet, covering every seductive curve of her body.

Drops of water rippled down the girl's throat, then slid down the delicate collarbone, seeping into the sapphire-encrusted pendant that was now hidden deep in the layer of clothing with a shimmering light.

Her whole body drenched with clear liquid, she lay on her side on the flat granite cliff next to her. Curved eyelashes drooping down.

It was clear that she was like a mermaid on the white sand enjoying the warm light, and he was a lowly servant kneeling at her feet as she ordered.

Donna's toes, from her skinny bare feet behind her thin skirt, to blinding white, the soles of her feet resting on Richard's muscular copper chest muscles.

No matter the detail, from the skin or the softness of the two are opposites. The strong contrast makes one want a nosebleed. Her small fingers refused to settle down, pinching in front of Richard's solid chest muscles.

Richard's heart was beating very fast, like it might explode at any moment. She slowly bent her head forward, her red lips moving, deliberately blowing warm breath into his cold masculine face.

"Let's see what do I do with you? Hmm... kill or suck your soul. You look delicious too!"

Right after that, Donna really opened her mouth to bite Richard's red sensitive earlobe.

Her white cheeks were pressed against the cheekbones of Richard's, her long curls fell over her rounded shoulders, cold drops of water trickling down his thighs. Every line on the body is delicate like a doll, meticulously honed by God.

Naughty hair falls on the collarbone from the neck to the sexy earlobes, slips into the delicate white silk shirt, touching the purple gem hidden deep inside, flickering with light.

As soon as the flexible tongue vaguely touched the ear, the man shivered instinctively tilting his head to dodge. But unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to move his body, he couldn't escape Donna's teasing.

She did not let him go, but pursued to the end.

Looking at Richard's body straining to endure, his breathing quickened and his jawbone hard. The appearance was so miserable and pitiful that Donna was strangely satisfied.

Maybe he was scared of her...

Did he think she would really starve to eat his flesh? It's so naive...

She is an evil fox but has never eaten raw meat, let alone cannibals. The taste of fishy blood was really nauseating, compared to Queen Xavia even more terrifying.

Donna could not believe that, on the way to save the little princess, she could easily catch the "rabbit" while she was in the mandatory period of "fasting". A man who can make her interested at first sight hasn't appeared in a long time, is God making fun of her?

"Who are you?"

The man stared at her with sharp eyes, a determined expression unafraid of death. Donna narrowed her eyes and smiled, the corners of her lips curled up.

His rebellious figure was so adorable that she wanted to open her mouth to take another bite.

When the deep teeth marks were imprinted on the other face, would he dare to face her again?

Richard couldn't move. Donna stretched out her hand, the extremely prominent fox tail tattoo curving around a long line on her index finger suddenly appeared before the other's burning eyes.

She arbitrarily poked her fingertip to tease Richard's thin lips.

Of course, a cold man like Richard did not easily succumb to the excitement of others, he pressed his lips tightly, preventing her fingers from getting into his mouth.

Richard's courage made Donna's eyes widen, because no man had yet coldly rejected her. Before the resilient "rabbit" in front of her, Donna nodded approvingly. But with her personality, she certainly wouldn't let him brag like that. Richard was originally shirtless, his waist and toned muscles from years of hard work were exposed.

Every time before going to bed, he takes off his shirt. It is quite comfortable and pleasant, there are no worries around when he lives alone.

A single man who lives arbitrarily. Richard didn't know because this habit was causing himself a lot of trouble. Faced with an unidentified woman whose appearance was too beautiful, he suddenly felt something soft sweep across his waist, like a feather or something. Strangely, that soft thing could move on its own, it wrapped around his back forming a tight rope around his waist. Richard looked down in horror.

It's a fox tail!

The white tail kept moving up and down his body.

"Are you afraid?" Donna giggled, pulling one of the man's rough hands up her soft shaggy tail.

"You should feel honored to be the first man to touch my tail."

As soon as she finished speaking, from the top of her jet-black head suddenly sprouted two ears covered with snow-white fluff. It trembled slightly in the air, terrified on the outside, but Richard had the kind of emotion that wanted to touch those adorable fox ears.

A charming face with a charming smile, an irresistible gentle breath radiating everywhere, the scent hovering at the tip of the nose like sweet wine, making people's hearts a bit confused, not knowing if it's real or a dream.

The fox's tail is as white as snow, soft as cotton, and carries a warm temperature. That made Richard know that he was not dreaming, everything that is happening in front of his eyes is real.

She was not a product of his imagination or a character from a beautiful painting he had peeked at as he passed the art store.

In the morning he carried a bow and arrow into the forest, and saw a strange fox lying unconscious in the corner of a tree.

Originally thought that he would wear a fox fur coat to keep his body warm, but under the strange blood moon, from a white fox to a soft woman, in front of him, he did not hesitate to wag his tail teasingly.

He really wanted to crush her under the palm of his hand in an instant! Every sensitive point on the body is swept back and forth by the soft feathery tail.

Richard is really mad at Donna's intentional actions. I don't know if she used a spell or what, but right now he couldn't move, so he couldn't stop Donna's movements, immediately removing the supple tail that was tightly wrapped around his waist.

Donna watched the sweat trickle down Richard's temples, her tiny toes reaching forward, gliding back and forth over his dark belly button. All of Richard's weak pleas or impatient expressions were directly ignored by Donna, she just focused on doing what she liked.

"Shh, be quiet! Even in the woods it shouldn't be loud enough to disturb the little birds in the nest. My name is Donna, what's your name?"

Noise... Who made him so bad?!

Shameless!

At that time, Richard was panting, so uncomfortable that the blue veins on his forehead popped up, his mind drifted to another world so he couldn't hear her. So silence directly ignores that question.

Donna was unhappy, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, her eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings looking down at Richard's handsome lost face, the ruby ​​eyes that reflected the other's silhouette became deep. Richard doesn't know he's just pissing her off, so the risk of abuse increases.

Donna parted her red lips, biting on Richard's sensitive earlobe that was "burning" hot as if it was about to explode. Not stopping there, the wet tongue also gently poked a few points on the handsome face.

She discovered that as soon as the tip of her tongue touched the back of his neck a little, his body trembled slightly like a sick person.

The hot body of the woman under the thin layer of clothes covered with ice cold steam was inadvertently exposed, burning the eyes.

The man took a deep breath and automatically closed his eyes, turning his head to the side, deliberately avoiding Donna's position.

His hands were tied tightly by the soft tail, and he struggled quietly while his body was burning hot.

"Name?"

She repeated her question again, her voice unfriendly. Richard's throat slightly rolled, his whole body was so close to the opponent that every cell in his body was excited as if it wanted to burst.

Richard was really tired of that, as soon as he opened his eyes, a white neck appeared in front of him, making his breathing immediately stop working. His situation was like a small animal unable to resist being cornered by a predator.

"Richard..." His voice was low and weak, as if he were groaning. Donna is satisfied, just obey will be rewarded. So, before she did what she needed to do, her finger lifted and untied the purple gem-faced necklace she was wearing. The exquisitely crafted gemstone necklace is a symbol of authority. Under the bright red moon, it glowed like a firefly with a glowing tail floating in the air.

The beautiful fox did not know where to get this luxury and gave it to him.

Richard is not reassured, he does not want to take other people's valuable things, even if she actively gives them.

He is not satisfied.

"Don't need ...... Don't use it! I refuse to accept it! You take it away, it's a precious thing that shouldn't be given to others arbitrarily!"

What does this woman think he is?!

He is also not an object on display in the market, just walk around a bit and then have to pay.

Did she think she could simply touch him and then coldly walk away like nothing happened?

If it is true that she has such thoughts, then she is a bad girl!

You refused me?! Trying to force me to "eat" you clean, then you agreed to accept the necklace right?! That's spoiled!"

It was clear that Donna had intentionally misrepresented the meaning of his words.

"Not so!"

"So what?" Donna smiled, tilted her head and asked.

"I just don't want to take other people's things!"

"If you don't take it, don't expect to leave this place!"

When did the fox tail pull out of his body, he stupidly looked at her without paying attention, thinking about this, his cheeks suddenly turned red.

Donna smiled softly, her eyes drifting over Richard's pursed lips.

It's cute... but maybe she should restrain herself a little, teasing is enough for today, if she continues to be a "rabbit" she will be run away.

The body with the bare arms facing forward, the small and soft fingers carrying the gentle force, the man's chin gently caressing, the voice full of charm.

"Help me keep the necklace well, someday if we ever meet again, I'll come get it and... you too... Okay, huh?"

The space suddenly became strangely silent, nothing could attract the two people's attention, except for the passionate eyes of the other.

Then...