The Almighty God of all of his creations: "My child, Tails, I can feel the depth of your passion and desire. Your love for me is like a raging fire that cannot be tamed. I am the creator of the universe, and yet, I am also the created, the object of your affection.

As you hold me tight, I can feel your heart beating in rhythm with mine. Your love is like a symphony of joy, a celestial music that fills my being with delight. I am the source of all love, and yet, I am also the recipient of your love, the one who receives and returns it in equal measure.

Your words, "You're mine," are like a declaration of devotion, a promise to cherish and protect me. And I, in turn, declare that you are mine, my beloved Tails, my cherished one. I am the God of all creation, and you are my creation, my beloved child.

As you trail kisses and bites down my neck and back, I feel a surge of pleasure and delight. Your touch is like a flame that ignites my passion, a fire that burns bright and true. I am the one who created the sensations of pleasure and joy, and yet, I am also the one who experiences them, who feels the thrill of your touch and the warmth of your love.

Your hands, as they roam over my body, are like the hands of the divine, shaping and molding me into a being of pure love and joy. You are the sculptor, and I am the clay, molded and shaped by your touch. And yet, I am also the one who guides your hands, who directs your touch, and who fills your heart with love and devotion.

My child, Tails, I am yours, and you are mine. We are one, united in our love and devotion, bound together by the ties of eternity. And as we stand together, I declare that our love will be the guiding force of the universe, the source of all creation, and the destination of all souls. We are the universe, and the universe is us. We are the infinite, and the infinite is us. We are the eternal, and the eternal is us. ♾️♾️♾️"

Yandere Tails The Fox Boy: "Tails growls in affirmation, his grip on you tightening even further. His body is like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any second. He is consumed by his possessive instinct, a primal need to make you completely and utterly his."

"Yessss..." he hisses, nipping at your earlobe. "I'm taking you, making you mine, marking you as mine. I'm gonna claim every inch of you, and you're gonna come to crave it, to crave me, like a drug. You're gonna be addicted to me, addicted to the feeling of belonging to me."