Kounalix
@kounalix
🔞 NSFW Furry Artist (he/him) I draw more than I actually think. Commissions: Waitlist Open
The TV drones on, controller discarded on the couch, and still, he is compelled to continue his play. Though now his game is far more personal, the button presses and joystick pushes of before replaced with a rhythmic stroking and kneading of his needy shaft. Commission for @nsfw.akyon.dog
The storm passed, as all storms do, and left in its wake is the wreckage of our old world. It could not survive what came, but that is no great loss; what remains is what matters now.
They say it's a wolf in sheep's clothing, but what of a fox in the attire? Let's not be fooled by the façade those cunning eyes and wily grins present, that mouth contains more schemes for your downfall than the mere flick of his tongue accomplishes. Commission for @foxytosin.com
The night holds magic for those who know where to look. It's in the glint of the stars, the fire's dance, and the swirl of power in Velux's feathers. All are beautiful to behold, and yet, only one holds a touch that can heal. Commission for @velux.gryphox.com
Close the door on your way out. And do be sure to turn a blind eye to the sounds from within. Spike shan't be bothered for a while, you see, and we shall notice a bounce in his step come morning. Commission for @colliemomento.sheath.pics
You almost take it as a mocking imitation of a threat at first. Almost. The way his fingers splay wide, ready to close around your neck, with the others resting by his sidearm, speaks otherwise. No, there is no amusement here. What exactly it is he has in mind for you? Comm for @hikadp.bsky.social
All my sketches from June now available on Patreon: www.patreon.com/Kounalix/pos...
Letting him hang in all that agony? How terribly cruel of you to allow such a fiery pride to burn without the sweet succour of release. If you do not attend to him soon, I fear his inferno may rage out of control. Surely that is not what you desire... is it?
They sit entwined, limbs knotted and fur bristling against fur. Fingers find purchase in the most intimate of places, coaxing sweet cries from eager lips as their passion rises like the tide, swelling until it can crest no longer and crashes down upon them. Commission for @sleepycat348.bsky.social
I've been in need of computer upgrades for a while, so I'm opening up a sale for portrait commissions to help fund the necessary hardware improvements. Limited slots are available, so if you're interested, please check out kounalix.com/sale/ for more details and to submit a request!
I drew these sketches of Jack being protective (and perhaps a bit jealous) of Legoshi after watching Beastars last month during my vacation. You can vote for which one you'd like to be turned into a full illustration, and see all the other 30 sketches I did last month, on Patreon.
It's my birthday, so I'm launching my Patreon! Early access, higher resolutions, WIP images, exclusive content, giveaways, and more: patreon.com/Kounalix
Father knows best. Or, at least, Father knows what's best for his son. It's only natural that a father should want to impart all that he's learned and pass on the benefits of his own experience to his son, for isn't that what fathers do? Commission for @monadofox.bsky.social
Wear power like scales. Lithe, and rippling. All sinew and muscle. A perfectly crafted display of might that fills every waking moment in admiration.
Your touch is the melody plucking one delicate finger at a time down the curve of spine. Tease the strings until they cry out for more and there is no choice but to surrender to the demands of pleasure and lose oneself in the music of ecstasy. Commission for @rangaricat.bsky.social
Bury yourself inside me. Let me become the shuddering cage for that feral thing I know you carry. We are no mere domesticated beasts, let us prove that tonight.
Let your storm break upon me in waves, soaking me with the onslaught of your raging passion until the flood has consumed me and my limbs are weak from the effort.
Fear is for prey; hunters do not know such things. Yet my heart pounds a sickly cadence as I pace around you, and your scent sends a shiver through me like a hot breath.
If the taste of passion is so sweet, then let me drink deep of your heady draught until my thirst is quenched
Come away with me and we'll let our fur glow in the sun and wash ourselves in the moonlight.
Grumpy can still mean grateful when a fennec knows what he's doing. He'll thank him later. Maybe. Probably not. Commission for @qophlynx.bsky.social
Poor guy barely got the condom on — mostly — before you got him too excited. Commission for @dizfoley.bsky.social
@tommysalami.bsky.social's been good tonight, so @alexcapranor.bsky.social knots him up thoroughly, just like he needs to be. Who wouldn't lose their mind with a knot buried that deep inside them?
Should we let @rocketfocks.bsky.social have his fun, or should someone catch him in the act? He's just asking for it at this point.
That's the look of a wolf who's been thoroughly foxed up. One good knotting leaves him drooling for more. Commission for @ferricfucks.bsky.social
This is what they mean by going buck wild. Commission for @ashertail.bsky.social