Freya shivered and nodded. She wasn't very good at sewing, especially tough fabric like denim, so most of her clothing was purchased from the tailor shop in El Paso. Replacing them would be difficult, especially before Frey came back from selling the cattle.

"A shame," the fox man sighed. He pulled away a little so he could remove her work pants. He tossed her shirt and pants to the side, and frowned at her undergarments. He muttered something Freya couldn't quite understand, aside from the word 'improper'. It took the fox man a moment to figure out how to undo the undergarments, and Freya felt a flash of amusement at the thought of him struggling to undo a rich lady's fancy corset.

Once Freya was finally laid bare before him, she flushed, and moved her hands to cover herself as best she could, but he grabbed her hands and shook his head.
"Set aside your shame, you don't need it. You're a rare beauty indeed," he growled. Freya supposed she should find the growling alarming, but she could tell he wasn't angry and the growling wasn't a threat. It was something else... something primal, and carnal. Freya's blush deepened, but she tentatively set her hands back on the bed, and squirmed.
The fox man tossed his robe onto the floor, leaving him wearing only a bulging loin cloth and the bandage around his ribs. He tore off the loin cloth, revealing his impressive erection. Freya turned her face away quickly, feeling her cheeks grow unbearably hot. She definitely remembered that manhood from the dream last night, especially since it was pretty much the only feature of his she could see clearly.

He grabbed her chin and firmly, but gently, pulled her face around.
"Do not turn away. You may explore me until you are comfortable," he invited, rocking back on his heels and spreading his arms to the side a bit. He nodded, inviting her closer.

Freya swallowed hard and sat up. Hesitantly, she scooted closer to the fox man, reaching one hand out to his white-furred chest. Her fingers sunk into the thick, soft fur, and below she felt the sculpted muscle that felt much more human than she expected. Her other hand joined the first as she traced the muscles below the fur, pausing briefly when she found his nipples and he sucked a breath through his teeth. She chanced a glance at his face. The intensity of his golden gaze was somehow both intimidating and comforting at the same time.
She looked down, her hands slipping over his ribs, mindful of his injury. She took a good look at his cock, and found herself feeling a rush of relief, and also confusion. His cock was, as far as she knew from her limited education, pretty normal. He was larger than what she'd expected, based on what she'd accidentally seen running into Frey and Nantan bathing when the three of them were camping, and significantly larger than what the anatomy book at school had shown.