Violet let out a soft yip as Ylva hoisted him up onto her lap, his soft fur rubbing against her bare body as Violet wiggled into a comfortable position. Lewd high pitch moans echoed in the soft hut, escaping the fox-girl every time Ylva made sport of his nipples. "
Y-yes, mist-t-tress!" Violet's voice ascended as Ylva's hands started running all over his nice firm bottom. "
Huff, I, like... like mistress playing with me... hmn, like a girl..." His voice giving away the obvious restraint he was showing. What a greedy little fox-slut, trying to get Mistress to play with him longer by keeping himself from cumming!
Unable to hold back more than a minute Violet let out a lewd, "
Mmmmmmhhhhh" the foxes thick cum pumping a few strands of gooey cum uselessly into the air. The scent of musk overtaking the soft berry scent finally. For a few seconds, Violent sat, dazed, rubbing herself helplessly against Violet, seemingly overtaken by the orgasm. "
Th... thank you." He whispered softly as he sat up. "
I'll make sure to earn lots of rewards from mistress from now on!"
Some time passed without much of note happening. Violet settled into the role of housekeeper amazingly well, keeping Ylva's dwelling spotless, even showing a surprising hand at cooking! While Ylva was out hunting, Violet was diligent to complete any task she demanded of the trappy fox, and Ylva would find herself relying on the fox, even if only subconsciously.
During this time Violet didn't seem to want anything but Ylva's attention when she was home, constantly snuggling with her, and making sure to ease her after a long hunt!
The sun was starting to peek over the treetops as a soft late summer breeze carried with it the rich earthy scents of the forests. From the cooking area of Ylva's home, Violet could be heard softly humming to herself. "
Hmmmm..." She appeared after a few seconds, carrying the large iron pot she used to make stew. "
Mistress, the bottom of this is getting really thin," She tapped the pot a few times making a soft metal clang. "
Should we think about getting it surred up?" She innocently offered the pot for Ylva's inspection. It was rather old... maybe she could speak with the Blacksmith about what to do with it before it broke?