Rosin reached out and grabbed the fox as he struggled.  He held him in his strong hands and purred as he felt the fox move around inside of him.  His tongue licked over him and he murred as the fear increased the sweet flavor of the pleasure the fox had felt not long ago.  He gulped again and his throat squeezed around the smaller fox.  His neck and shoulders were dragged into the tight wet tube of flesh.  His tongue licked over his chest and some of his belly as they entered his mouth.  He coated them in saliva as his throat was bulging even more as he dragged the fox closer to his stomach.