Catherine’s smile froze mid-way, her golden eyes widening just a fraction. Isaac wasn’t the type to drop sweet lines like that, not to her, not so openly.

She opened her mouth, ready to tease him back and regain the upper hand, but he was already walking, carrying her down the short hallway to the bedroom in that steady princess carry.

He kicked the door shut behind them and laid her down on the bed.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Catherine’s fox ears twitched once, the golden fur catching the light, and her three celestial tails fanned out behind her.

She let them show on purpose, as a little distraction while she gathered herself and prepared to take control like always.

Isaac climbed over her, knees bracketing her hips, and looked down at her like he was memorizing every detail.

"You’re beautiful," he said, gently caressing her hair, looking at the ears and tails, but not being distracted like she hoped for. "I kept thinking about this exact face the whole six months. Every damn night, I kept thinking about you. Your face, your voice, your touch. I missed everything."

Her breath hitched.

That wasn’t the Isaac she knew in bed. Usually he would try to overwhelm her with skill and experience, not this kind of open sweetness.

Right now he was looking at her like she was something precious, reminding her of the innocent boy she had loved her whole life.

It threw her off balance more than she wanted to admit.

"Isaac—" she started, flashing him a confident, coy smile as she reached up to grab his shoulders and tug him down for a kiss, ready to flip the script and put him on his back like usual.

He caught her wrists instead, pressing them firmly into the pillow above her head.

"Let’s stay like this for a moment," he murmured, leaning in so close she could feel his breath on her lips. "So I can see the face of the woman I love. I missed it so much while I was gone."

Catherine’s cheeks burned. She tried to twist her wrists free, ears flattening slightly.

"Did you learn these things in the Trial?" she asked with a smirk, still trying to steer things her way and change the topic.

"Yes I learned how to say my honest feelings out loud," he answered simply.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, slow and soft.

"I missed the way your ears twitch when you’re trying not to moan. Missed how your tails wrap around me like you never want to let go."

Another kiss, this one on her jaw.

"Missed how wet you get just from me talking to you like this."

She squirmed under him, thighs pressing together, but he nudged her legs apart with his knee.

One hand kept her wrists pinned; the other slid down her side, pushing up the hem of her thin shirt. His fingers brushed bare skin and she shivered, but she still tried to push back.

"Isaac, aren’t you in a bit too much hurry—" she started, voice aiming for teasing confidence, but it came out breathier than she liked.

He peeled her shirt off and tossed it aside, then did the same with her shorts, leaving her in just black lace panties.

Her tails immediately curled around his waist, trying to pull him closer and flip their positions, but he didn’t let them rush him.

"Look at you," he said, eyes staring at her with clarity. "In the Trial I saw countless women, even portraits of Queens of the Celestial Kitsune race, and you’re still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen."

He leaned down and nipped the sensitive tip of one of her fox ears, making her gasp.

He chuckled.

"These ears get all pink when you’re embarrassed. You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you?"

Catherine bit her lip hard, fighting down the moan that wanted to escape. This wasn’t fair.

She was supposed to be the one in control, the one making him lose his mind with her teasing and dominance.

But his honest words were sinking into her like warm honey, making her chest tight and her core ache in a way skill alone never did.

"Every night," he continued, then kissed her properly. His tongue slid against hers until she was melting despite herself.

When he pulled back, his voice was rougher. "I’d think about how you taste, how you sound when you come, and I’d get so hard it hurt. But nothing compares to the real thing. Nothing compares to you."

She should’ve fought back harder.

Her mind kept reminding her that this was her little brother acting like he was in charge.

But... this felt different. He wasn’t cleverly trying to control. He was just saying what he truly felt, and damn it, she wanted to hear more.

Isaac let go of her wrists just long enough to strip off his own shirt, then pinned them again.

Catherine’s hands flexed, still trying to break free so she could push him onto his back and take over, but he shook his head with a small smile.

"Stay right there. Let me spoil you."

His free hand traced down her body, thumb circling one nipple until it pebbled.

She arched into the touch with a soft sound, but quickly tried to regain dominance by wrapping her tails tighter around him.

"There it is. That little noise you make when you’re trying to stay in charge but you can’t," he murmured.

He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder when her back bowed.

"I love how sensitive you are here. Love how your tails flick when I do this."

One of her tails brushed his back, but he kept going, moving to the other breast while whispering between licks and sucks.

"I missed these perfect tits. Missed the way they barely fit in my hands. Missed how you gasp when I bite just a little—"

He grazed his teeth over the peak and she moaned loud, hips bucking despite her best efforts to stay composed.

He kissed down her stomach slowly, taking his time.

"How does it feel?"

She answered only with heavy breathing, still fighting to keep some control.

He hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them down, tossing them aside. Then his mouth was on her. His tongue slid slowly over her clit.

Catherine’s head fell back with a broken moan.

She tried to set the pace, but his slow, relentless licks had her hips rolling helplessly.

"You taste even better than I remembered," he breathed against her, the vibration making her thighs shake.

She tried to cover her face with one freed wrist, but Isaac caught it immediately and pinned it back down.

"Don’t," he said, voice firm but soft. "I missed seeing you. Six months without this face — without watching your eyes flutter when you’re close — drove me crazy. Let me have it."

He sucked her clit into his mouth and slid two fingers inside her, curling just right.

Catherine’s whole body jerked, tails lashing against the sheets. Pleasure hit her like a wave and she couldn’t hold back the loud moan.

"Isaac—oh god—"

"That’s it," he murmured, licking and fingering her steadily. "Let me hear you. I love the sounds you make. Love how you’re soaking my hand already. You’re so good for me, Catherine. So fucking perfect."

She came hard, back arching, ears pinned flat, a sharp moan tearing from her throat. Isaac didn’t stop, working her through it with slow, gentle strokes until she was panting and trembling.

When she finally sagged back, he kissed his way up her body, pressing soft kisses to her stomach, ribs, and the underside of her breasts.

Catherine’s chest heaved. She felt raw and exposed, but still tried to push back.

"You... who taught you this stupid trick?" she managed, voice hoarse, already plotting how to flip their positions once she caught her breath.

"I told you. I’m just being honest." He kissed her mouth, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "I realized something when I couldn’t meet you for months. I don’t need fancy moves to make you lose control. I just need to tell you the truth. How much I love you. How much I need you. How fucking crazy you make me."

He sat back, shoved his pants down, and freed his shaft. Catherine’s eyes dropped to it and she licked her lips unconsciously. A hunter was a hunter even if it was being baited to a trap.

He lined himself up and pushed inch by inch, groaning low.

Catherine’s breath caught as he bottomed out. Her walls fluttered around him, still sensitive. She immediately tried to rock her hips and take control, but Isaac pinned her wrists again and held her still.

"Easy," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. "Let me spoil you, remember?"

He started moving with long, deep thrusts that hit every sensitive spot.

"I love you," he said against her ear, voice rough with pleasure. "Love how your tails wrap around my waist like this, like you’re claiming me. Love how your ears flick when I hit that spot right there—"

He angled his hips and she cried out, nails digging into her palms.

"I missed the way you look at me when I’m inside you. Like I’m the only thing that exists." Thrust. "Missed how your cheeks flush pink." Thrust. "Missed hearing my name in that breathy little voice you use when you’re close again already."

"Isaac—fuck—slow down, I can’t—" she gasped, still trying to sound commanding even as pleasure built fast.

"You can." He kissed her neck, sucking a mark there. "I want you to come again. Want to feel you fall apart around me while I tell you how beautiful you are. How you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this. Six months without you felt like forever. I don’t ever want to go that long again."

Her second orgasm crashed over her without warning, stronger than the first.

She clenched around him hard, moaning his name, tails tightening around his back. Isaac kept moving through it, whispering praises the whole time.

"Good girl... that’s my girl... I love how you come for me. Love how wet and hot you get. Love you so fucking much, Catherine."

She was shaking by the time the aftershocks faded, tears pricking at her eyes from the intensity.

Isaac finally released her wrists. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a messy, demanding kiss, still trying to assert some control even now.

"I can’t... I can’t take much more. You’re gonna kill me with all this sweet talk," she whispered against his mouth, voice wrecked.

He chuckled softly.

Catherine was like a tricky level in a game. Something that will defeat you with guarantee, but once you figure out the trick, it becomes the easiest level.

He sped up just a little, hips snapping harder, still talking.

With each word, her eyes became hazier, and her breaths heavier.

She came again, clinging tightly to him. Isaac followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning her name as he spilled inside her, whispering "I love you, I love you, I love you" against her neck until he was spent.

They stayed locked together for a long minute, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

Her tails had gone limp around him. Isaac gently pulled out and rolled to the side, pulling her into his chest.

He kissed the top of her head, her fox ears, then the bridge of her nose.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

Catherine buried her face in his neck, cheeks still burning.

"Why are you entering your rebellious phase? You were such a good boy until now," she mumbled, but there was no real heat in it.

He laughed quietly, stroking her back.

"I’m your husband, not a boy," he said with a cheeky grin.

They went many more rounds.

Catherine was completely overwhelmed. Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, chest rising and falling in shallow little gasps.

Her tails lay sprawled across the sheets, twitching weakly.

She tried to say something but only managed a tiny, broken whimper.

Isaac looked down at her and felt a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

Inside, he was practically cheering. He’d done it. He’d actually "tamed" her, not with some fancy technique, but just by telling her the honest truth about how much he loved her and missed her.

The sweet words had wrecked her completely.

For once, the Celestial Kitsune who always stayed in control had melted into a trembling, blissed-out mess because of him.

He won.

...

Catherine was barely conscious, tired beyond belief after the many releases,

She lay on her back with her arms loosely above her head.

Her body glistened with a thin layer of sweat.

Thick ropes of cum painted her breasts, some of it slowly sliding down the curve of one nipple.

Between her spread thighs, more of his cum was still leaking out of her swollen pussy, dripping lazily onto the sheets.

Isaac sat up on his elbow, eyes roaming over her.

That same victorious little grin tugged at his lips again.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, opened the camera, and snapped a quick photo of her like this: marked, and completely defeated.

The flash was off, but the image still came out clear enough. He stared at the screen for a second, thumb brushing over it.

"Perfect," he muttered under his breath, saving it. Something to remember this night by. The night he finally made her lose control and moan his name.

He looked at the picture. It was good, but he wanted more.

Then, an idea hit him.

He shifted closer, moving up the bed until he was sitting near her head.

His cock, still half-hard and shiny with their combined mess, rested inches from her face.

Catherine’s golden eyes fluttered open just a little, hazy and unfocused.

"Hey," he said softly, voice warm but carrying that hint of smug satisfaction. "You made such a mess. Come on... clean me up."

She was only half there, mind still floating, but her body responded on instinct.

Her pink and warm tongue slipped out, and licked slowly along the underside of his shaft.

A soft, lazy swipe, then another, tasting both of them.

She didn’t have the energy to take him into her mouth, just gentle, drowsy licks, cleaning him with slow drags of her tongue.

Isaac’s breath hitched. He watched her for a moment, then lifted the phone again.

He angled it carefully and took another photo of her pretty face, eyes half-closed, tongue out licking his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He saved that one too, a quiet, wicked grin spreading across his face.