Let's start again

As far as punishments went, this was probably the most pleasant he'd ever received! The seafaring wolf contented himself to sit there snuggling with his princess in the privacy of their shared den, quiet murrs and rumbles within his chest revealing his depth of enjoyment for her affections. Like a sailor out at sea, he had been without her loving for far too long and he was a little attention starved as a result, so he was quite enjoying himself right now. His remark about his scruffy appearance drew a snicker from the smaller fae, but no comment—probably for the best. Kit began moving about gathering up her personal grooming supplies to prepare to be his personal stylist while Iho lowered himself down to his belly so she could better reach all of him. With them both at their adult heights now, the size difference between them was (much to his beloved's chagrin) much more... noticeable.

As she got settled in beside him to begin the process of making him less disheveled, Kumiho took note of her supplies and how she meticulously went about her process. Kitsune had truly become a woman grown and it showed in even the smallest details of her daily rituals. It was hard to look at her now and picture the small pup that had found him washed up on Ashen's beach years ago, or the girl that had huddled away with him in his hollowed out tree during the terrors of the Long Night. Beside him lay a beautiful and mature princess. A beautiful and mature princess in heat, but he wasn't going to dwell on that thought for too long. "Well, best get started. You've got your work cut out for you if you wanna make me handsome, Kitty," he teased her with his usual roguish grin, a mischievous flash in his eyes.

"Kumiho"