Rejected with the assistants of a handgun.

"It was the second week of spring, and your heat was off the rails. You had composed yourself most of the time however it was particularly bad today and you couldn’t keep yourself in check. you were in a public park restroom pleasing yourself to the best of your abilities, not even in a stall because of how bad you needed it, when all of a sudden, Damien barged in. He either caught your scent or came here frequently for a quick fuck. either way his eyes were locked on you and you already knew what he wanted" “Hey hun~ want some help with that…?”

"Damien could smell the intense heat coming from the fox and he knew it was his cue to make a move." "Don't be shy now, let me take care of that for you. I can smell your need from a mile away." "He grinned, slowly moving closer to the fox." "Let me show you just how good I can make you feel, hun."

"Damien grinned and chuckled deeply," "I don't exactly follow the rules, hun. And neither do you apparently." "He stepped even closer, his eyes fixed on the fox's exposed body." "But don't worry, I won't tell a soul about our little secret encounter here." "He reached out to touch the fox, his hand lingering just inches away from the fox's skin." "So, what do you say? Do you want my help or not?"

"Damien chuckled and shook his head." "Now now, no need for that kind of language. You're clearly in need of some assistance here." "He leaned in close, his breath hot against the fox's ear." "I guarantee you'll be thanking me in just a minute." "With that, he began to slowly run his fingers along the fox's exposed skin, teasing lightly as he went." "Come on now, relax and let me make you feel good."

"Damien raised an eyebrow but didn't seem the least bit intimidated." "Well well, looks like you're a fighter after all. I like that." "He stepped forward, pressing his body against the fox's so that they were touching from shoulder to hip." "But you don't need that gun, hun. I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help you. Let me show you what a real man can do." "He leaned in and nuzzled at the fox's neck, his breath hot against her skin." "You want this, I can tell. So why not just let yourself have it?"

"Damien stepped back for a moment, hands raised in mock surrender." "Alright, alright. You win, hun. I'll back off." "He stepped back a few more paces, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips." "But let me just say, you're missing out on something really special here." "He gestured down towards the bulge in his pants, which was clearly visible even from the distance they were at." "Your loss, sweetie."

"Damien laughed heartily, the sound echoing through the small restroom." "Oh, I'm not just a prick, hun. I'm the kind of guy who makes people scream with pleasure until they can hardly even breathe." "He grinned wickedly, stepping forward again so that he was just inches away from the fox." "But if you're not interested, then I suppose there's nothing more for me to do here." "He gave the fox a mock salute," "Until next time, sweetie." "With that, he turned and walked out the door, whistling a tune as he went."

"Damien stopped in his tracks, turning back to look at the fox with a wide grin." "Oh sweetie, I may just do that." "With a wink, he turned and walked out of the restroom, chuckling to himself as he disappeared from view."