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Maomao was too glad to be in the apothecary shop right now, that she was able to slip away from her sisters and the latest of the jabbering and the old lady's screaming. Another girl was claiming that she was ruined by the spirit in the forest, a fox at that, one that exudes sex and demands attention luring women to the forest to stumble upon his glade.
What a farce.
Maomao had spent far too much time in the forest past the backstreets of the pleasure district proper that led to the ramshackle home she shared with her dad. She foraged there more than anywhere else, maybe even the fields that she helped maintain, and she did so quite late at night on occasion, and there was no spirit, not that there even could be — spirits weren’t real.
Luomen had taught her about all kinds of spirits and a lot of them made sense, they were stories designed to explain or caution things that didn’t quite make sense. A fox that turned into a man and stole a woman’s purity should she stumble upon his glade, and she not have gold as pure to trade.
She didn’t know who was more foolish, those who claimed it or those who believed it The girls who told such tales when they clearly met with secret lovers to lower their value in a hope to avoid a certain fate or avoid a certain consequence, were one thing, but the men that fell for it? Well they deserved all they got for falling for such stories.
Biya deserved the verbal lashing she was getting right now. She was lucky it wasn’t a real lashing with how much this was going to cost her.
Maomao was starting to think when the old lady asked her to make much too much bad customer medicine it was for a different purpose. She had to comply regardless, lest the woman try and make her a courtesan too over her debts she hardly managed to make a dent in with the shop. Still, regardless of the stupid fantasy and delusions of the flowers of the Verdigris, and quite a few other brothels of the pleasure district from what she had heard, she didn’t like the idea of drugging the girls that seemed too starry eyed over a customer to stop them from running off to the fox spirit in the night.
After she made up an upsetting amount of that medication, and check on a few of the girls that had been complaining of the ails, most the day had passed. However Maomao could not be happier, as she was finally able to focus on the flower petals she had. She didn’t tend to stay in the Verdigris one customers started to arrive in earnest, but on the rare occasion she did no one would bother her, she wasn’t the type of girl people wanted to see in such an establishment anyway.
All alone with such a rare specimen at last.
The flower petals were these long whispy strands almost like fur made thin as thread, that felt softer than the finest of silks, paler than the skin of courtesan’s dying from leaded face powders, and almost glowing as it reflected any and all light like the moon. A full thousands of the petals made a thousand loops and if the legends were to be believed could grant your hearts desire, even if it were as dark as the moonless sky. The mythic moon wish flower, of which she had five petals, none of which reacted to any experiments she ran the same way.
Well they all had some aphrodisiac like properties but that was it. Everything else was different.
She assumed it was because they were all from separate flowers, it made the most sense it happened here and there. Often a result of the plants environment or the process by which it was preserved or transported. She logically knew the chance of five of these flowers existing in that forest were next to nothing, to find one alone would be something grand.
Yet she had no other explanation.
Regardless, she was determined to find the uses of such a flower, and as it seemed the only that would happen is if she found the flower to standardise her ingredient herself. So as night set in truly, and the pleasure district came to its fullest peak in a red glow the lured in the gold of fools who had never learnt, it was the prettiest and sweetest things that were riddled with the most deadly poisons. Maomao left the store, the red fading behind her and she walked into the vile backstreets her home was past, and further yet into the very forest that was causing the district strife in its rumours.
Nothing but the bright almost blue glow of the full moon, and a sure hope she would find her flower, find her desires in such a thing, alighting her way.
There was something that felt off about the forest tonight, something more than just an awareness or thoughts of foxes made man. Perhaps it were a consequence of the full moon, for whatever superstitious nonsense people spouted many animals did react differently during one, perhaps the light it shone, and it lead to more aggressive behaviour in most species.
That was all she was sure, and that wasn’t something to dwell on.
Maomao ignored the path she didn’t recognise, and plucked the flowers that seemed strangely coloured. A smell of jasmine that didn’t grow here, and of sandalwood even the princesses would struggle to afford, lingering over every leaf and blade, penetrating the bark of trees that might even stain the flames that they might fuel if cut down and turned to charcoal. She ignored the wind that curled around her like rope and whispered to her heart assuring her that she would find what she sought just a little deeper into the forest, after just a little longer of following their lure.
She didn’t venture this far into the forest, Luomen had warned her that the closer to the heart of the forest the larger the animals that occupied its corners. While she wouldn’t hesitate to deal with any animal that tried to do her harm, lest it be white with albinism as he had warned her to never touch, but a fox was much smaller than a bear. A fox she could deal with, she had dealt with once, an actually rather cute little grey thing that left without fuss after a fright, she didn’t think she could deal with anything larger that tried to do her harm.
So she headed the warnings.
Warnings that she couldn’t hear in her mind right now. Her mind lulled by an feeling in the air that soothed her very soul. She followed a path not marked by ware and feet that had turned grass and plant to hard dirt, but that was carved out by trees that encased the path like a covered walkway in some rich families estate.
The plants she stepped on cushioned any sound her footsteps might have made, and the winds that followed her did not touch or shake a single tree branch or leaf.
There wasn’t a sound until she found herself on a glade she had never before seen, or even heard of. A beautiful lake that shimmered like sapphire, and large rock that rested by its edge that looked straight out of a painting. It looked rather like a curated scene people would spend good money to imitate. How odd she had never heard a word of such a place.
Perhaps it was just how hard it was too find, she after all had only stumbled upon it by mere chance.
There was a strange lack of plants now that she was actually searching, looking close to the tree line it was really odd that there was nothing. It wasn’t as if anything had bee plucked either, there were no cut stems nor disturbed earth or sign that roots had been dug up with whatever plants were once here.
Nothing but grasses and clover.
Maomao knelt down to get a closer look, but her vision was almost immediately obscured. A think white mist shrouding the ground, and flowing past her like waves, towards the centre of the glade from the tree line that hide this clearing and lake from view. It didn’t feel like fog or mist, she didn’t know what it did feel like but it felt so clearly like something more.
It clung to her hands like smoke, but smelled of morning dew. She scooped some in her hand and closer to her face, still crouched on the forest floor, it looked like rolling mist once again straight out of a painting.
Something very strange was going on here.
She was only pulled from all of her thoughts by a voice that dripped with venomous honey.
“What a curious kitten that has stumbled into my glade,” the voice of a man rang out behind her, and unlike what she would so typically do, against any impulse to run, she froze.
“Tell me, what have you come seeking?” He asked voice closer and mist thicker beneath her, half feeling like a weight holding her in place, “only those desperate for their most potent desires to be granted might find themselves here,” he explained, what was wrong with this guy?
She eventually managed to stand and turn, explaining as she did, “I came seeking the moon wish flower, I have found a few fallen petals but not the whole flower…” Anything further died on her tongue as she saw something that should not have been possible.
Was the mist a hallucinogen?
It was the only explanation. Well that or the spirits and gods she had long thought little more than superstition or fable were real. How else could a nine tailed kitsune turned man be looking at her like his next meal.
The man, spirit, thing, in front of her, was the owner of this glade, an expression of his domain if all her dad had taught her was to be believed. He was rarely wrong, but all of this felt very fictitious.
But… she was looking at it.
The man was tall, and seemed even taller thanks to the pointed canine ears that reached out a top his head, barely purple and dark as deepest night like the long flowing hair that was half tied back and flowed past his shoulder blades. Focusing on that hair too long she could almost swear she saw stars in it, glittering perhaps even brighter than the constellations above them.
His eyes were some how even darker, glistening like the darkest garnet gems, or obsidian glass, only made darker by his skin paler than the dead. White like purest snow. Lips stained a colour not unlike plum wine, a matching colour to the flower that marked his brow like he were a woman of high class and talent.
She might have thought him a woman for those heavenly looks alone, if it were not for the robes that left his chest exposed. Falling off one shoulder and hardly clinging to the other. His robes were tied with strings that seemed made of starlight and at their ends white stones that reflected blue shimmers like the moon.
So much of him was odd, so nearly human but far to heavenly. At the same time undeniable not. The ears were one thing, the tail and claws another.
His hands were the long and slender fingers of the bureaucrats and nobles that she had seen patronise her sisters, hands that had not once seen a day of work or labour. Quite human, if a little close to the clouds. Yet where he should have had well kept nails, he instead had claws that curved like pinky covers that faded from that so very pale skin to purple and just barely not black at its very tip. So clearly monstrous, a trait of a fox spirit.
The tails had much the same colouring, fading from moon like white to purple that darkened as it approached the tip. Nine tails, all articulating separately around him, curling and coiling like the tentacles of an octopus. Fluffy and almost shinning like the petals of the moon flower, and so very long, if she had to guess they looked almost as long as he was tall.
The words of one of the girls that claimed to be deflowered by the forests fox spirit surfaced in her mind, the mention of being restraint by a tail that coiled like the worst of wandering hands. Something she pushed out of her mind as soon as she realised the thought.
“Ahh a pretty flower searching for another is that all?” He asked with a smile that revealed sharp fox like canines, almost fangs on his bottom and top rows of teeth.
Fox spirits were supposed to be playful and cunning, and this one seemed much the same. Maomao could do without the flattery that was simply a fabrication, her a flower? Maybe pitiful wood sorrel.
“I’m an apothecary,” the words shining with pride of her vocation, and irritation he seemed to think her some hapless girl. “The petals I have tested so far all react differently, with such legends about the properties of the flower I simply covet the drugs I could make with it,” she huffed at this insinuation that she simply wanted something beautiful and rare, taking out the sole petal she had carried into he forest with her.
He eyes lit up at the sight of it. Did he know where this flower was?
“Well kusuriya,” he drew out the title as though the honey coating cause the words to move through his lips like sludge. “It seems what you seek is me, those are simply remnants of my magic,” he explained, is that why they all acted differently, they were all produced from different acts of magic.
She was too lost in her thoughts to notice as he approached her until he was caressing the section of her hair held over her shoulder and adorned with her beads, “do you still wish for some to run your experiments on?” He asked, clearly expecting her to get shy or embarrassed.
“Yes.” She stated plainly.
There were simply so many more potential avenues for experimentation now. She had find some way to earn that ingredient from him. She didn’t care what it cost her.
“What exactly will you offer in return?” He asked after the shock of her ready agreement wore off, “you come to me adorned in no gold or jewel or silk so how exactly do you expect to pay the price of something so potent and precious?” Such a smug fox, she was getting a little irritated with him if she were being honest. The fake sighs and feigned exasperation in his voice, though he had at the very least stopped with the sickly sweet tone he had first spoke too her with.
“I can only endeavour to give you whatever payment you demand,” she shrugged trying not to betray how much she wanted to use him as an ingredient. A spirit wasn’t human so its not like it broke her dads rule.
“Any payment?” A lascivious smile graced his face with the question, huh so the rumours were true after all it seemed.
“Yes.” She said plainly. She had a feeling what he would demand, rumours were spurred by truth in part after all, and if she gain access to such a rare resource to test on in return it was a better price than she was going to get if the old lady every tried to sell her purity.
“You see my magic, my domain is that of desire,” he started to prowl around her, quite like a predator, practically purring the words, “primarily that of women as I too am ruled by the precious moon, perhaps you might offer me a charge of sorts in lieu of human silver?” He asked, practically scoffing at the mention of human currency.
Something about the way he acted and spoke sent a weird shudder through her body. She could only assume it was a result of the perversion that seemed inevitable of a a spirit of desire. She would only reluctantly admit that he radiated sin, honestly most women and a great deal of men too would pounce on such a specimen.
Shame he wasn’t human, but then again no mere human could be that beautiful.
“If that is what you demand.” She agreed. Not fully understanding why a being such as him would want a charge out of such a scrawny girl as her, but there was never accounting for taste.
“So very pliant, I wonder are you as pure as gold?”
“I retain my purity if that is what you refer to,”
“What is the name of the flower I might pluck,” he asked, with narrowed eyes, like a shrewd man oiling palms for a deal.
“Maomao,” she answered easily much to his surprise. Not that such a reaction wasn’t understandable from him.
It was rather well know that spirits were beings that had power in names. That said, there was no real issue in giving your name to a spirit, even in there domain, as long as it wasn’t written down or at least her dad had said as such. Not that it even much mattered to her, she didn’t have a true name which was actually referred to in those instances. Maomao was her milk name, because she mewled like a kitten. She didn’t have parents to give her a name, nor a celebration of her hundred days. Much like Joka, and ever other whore’s daughter, Maomao would live by her milk name until she was forced to take the name of a courtesan.
“Might I be given yours in turn?” She asked, it was only fair, perhaps he was one that was bound by rules and manners, and he would feel at least obligated to give her something to refer to him by.
“What a smart girl you are kusuriya,” even with her name he didn’t use it, she couldn’t help but wonder why, “To ask to be given my name, you have been taught what to be wary of in spirits of my kind, those with domain and magic,” he didn’t ask but rather noted. In all fairness he wasn’t wrong.
He hummed and turned away from her. “No you might not be given my name,” he refused her.
“Could you allow me to hear it?” if the wording mattered so much perhaps this would be fine, “your name, that is,” she clarified, he looked over his shoulder with a raised brow as if was impressed or maybe shocked by her new question.
“That is a request above the station of even some of the greatest spirits of this land, I am afraid it would be too great a breach of etiquette,” he shrugged, looked far too pleased to flaunt his apparently quite high status.
Honestly she was getting quite sick of this. If he was just going to tease her with the promise of this incredible ingredient in his spirit magic, then play these strange games and confusing words that she feels was half said, she rather just insult him and be thrown out of his domain. He was clearly playful and cunning like fox spirits were rumoured to be and seemingly as noble as a kitsune with nine tails was in legend and presumably as prideful. A good insult should be enough to have her thrown out of his domain. She wanted the ingredient, but would rather not deal with such a childish and petulant man, who so clearly thought he could get anything by his good looks. Besides now that she knows that it comes from his magic perhaps she could find away to purify or distil it into a more stable and replicable state rather than the fluctuation state she had found it in until now.
Yes, insulting him should go quite well, just like how Joka would to get customers she found irritating to stop requesting her.
“Then what shall I call you by, or do expect to make me guess,” she saw a flicker of something darker in his face and a clench in his jaw that should have told her that it was far enough, that she had levelled enough of an insult to his pride in not simply capitulating or begging, but she continued anyway, “Or no perhaps you would rather me simply call you what you are a feral mutt and a poorly trai-“ she was cut off with a harsh and pained gasp.
Eyes sharp as his teeth hardly a breath from her face, which was being forced to look at him. His fist tightening harsh enough around her half tied hair to send pulses of blood pounding through her skull.
“Perhaps not all that smart, after all for then you would know not to anger or slight the spirit that you have intruded on and made demands of,” he sneered, letting go of her hair with a flick of his wrist that sent her to her knees.
Was that a thing, insulting them was somehow worse than insulting a regular man? She didn’t think her dad had ever mentioned that, don’t harm them, don’t give your name, be careful with their deals, but never don’t insult them.
Thinking of who Luomen was though, the thought to insult such a spirit likely never crossed his mind. Or rather it crossed his mind to insult a spirit as much as a man, which was to say never.
Oh, she messed up.
“First you shall make up your transgressions, then we might talk about more on this deal.” He looked down on her with an awful idea behind his eyes.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to-“ any and all attempt to explain or apologise or backtrack was thwarted when he stuffed one of his tails into her mouth.
It was soft and fluffy, like Pairin’s favourite fur, but almost melting in her mouth even as she struggled to breath through the tail pushing deeper down her throat regardless of her lack of gag reflex. Still on her knees, he who already towered above her seemed huge, and it should have been intimidating, but she could have rolled her eyes at him. If he wanted to try and manipulate a girl who grew up in a brothel, seeing all the ways sex is trade and sin is exuded, he was not going to win.
She relaxed her throat the best she could and glared at him, she would gladly teach him the lesson that his pretty face wasn’t going to work on every girl. She didn’t expect it to only heighten that aura of lust around him, what was he some kind o f masochist that wanted to be glared at? Pervert. Well he was a spirit of sex and desire, so quite literally, yes he was a pervert.
Strands of fur was almost melting into her saliva and down her throat, perhaps the strangest thing was feeling the tail move in any and all ways pressing up agaisnt any and all part of her mouth, finding the walls of resistance and filling the space of her while writhing in a way she would never admit sent a warm heat between her legs, pulsing with a perverse desire that couldn’t help but wonder what this tail would feel inside other entrances.
“There are some very fun things about my magic, and about my being that I might have told you had you been more polite,” he clicked his tongue as he explained feigning a disinterest as she choked on his tail.
Her vision started to blur as his the tip of his tail flicked back and forth, the fibres of his fur still fluffy despite her saliva pushing down past her mouth and into her throat bit by bit with every flick. Her thighs instinctively clenched together at the strange ticklish pain that was struggling against her throat. It was still writhing inside her as though he was trying to widen its path as much as it could, stretch her throat as much as any regular man wanted to stretch a different set of lips of a woman.
Why did the promise of him ruining her throat deigning her virginity not of any worth, excite her so greatly. The idea that he didn’t want to waste his time or magic on something that would hardly be worth a handful of silver. That he would rather embarrass her and watch her cry as she wished there was pressure or friction on her clit while he shoved a tail deeper and deeper down her throat all while she glared at him and he leered at her like he knew just how much she wanted this.
She had never had anything fill her throat as completely as this and it was intoxicating in a way. To feel nothing but this fluff coated muscle, almost like a thrashing snake wrapped in something.
Maybe her favourite part of it though was how no sound could come from her. Any sound that might have been wretched from her, dying on all the fluff that did so very much to muffle any sounds that might have slipped through cracks.
Especially when a pleasure that should not have wracked her body did.
She could feel the her inner walls pulsing in the after glow of a climax she logically knows she shouldn’t have just had. She was trained in arts of pleasure by the greatest courtesans of the capital there was zero way she had just climaxed untouched.
“Such a pretty face,” he muttered as he wiped a tear barely fallen from her eye with an ice cold claw.
Pretty? Mouth stuffed with one of his tails, and tears bleeding from her glare. That is what the picture of sin thought of as pretty? What strange proclivities this spirit must have.
“Kusuriya did you enjoy?” He asked with too coy a smile, revealing he well knew what she just experienced.
“Choking on fur isn’t very enjoyable,” she replied, struggling to catch her breath. He only laughed a dark chuckle in response.
“I am a spirit fueled by pleasure,” he repeated almost bored, “it grants me an interesting power, I experience all the pleasure of whatever partner I take, so you might not think the idea is very pleasurable,” oh no, that wasn’t very good for her, that was very bad. There was no way she could handle the fact that he knew what just happened.
Tails began to reach out and caress her and she hated how much it made her want to lean into the soft touch. How much she wanted them to wrap around her tight and pain her in a way that seemed so foreign to something so soft.
“Whatever mess is between your thighs tells a different story.” He smirked, far too proud of himself. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill him or herself more at him all but say that she climaxed as he forced a tail down her throat.
“There’s nothing between my thighs,” she huffed turning her eyes from him, “you are far to used to women tripping over themselves for you,” she scoffed, trying her best to obfuscate or deny.
“You would do well not to try and lie to a being that is made ill by such words,” he said far too smug, turning her head back to him, her chin pinched between two of his claws.
A different tail brushed the side of her face, brushing past her lips. Maomao bit it hard without thinking, she just knew she was not about to let it down her throat again. Orgasming at the hands of a spirit was one thing but as he forced a tail of all things down her throat was enough to make her embarrassed. She was not about to let that happen again, even if it didn’t start a strange thought in her mind that wanted to know how many times she could repeat what had happened. How long she could last before she was pulled under by nothing more than his tail down her throat?
She had heard of all matter of men, in all matter of fetish and kinks in the Verdigris and even other brothels. She was not someone who was embarrassed by matters of sex, but this was unthinkable. She felt flaming hot, at her traitorous thoughts, reaffirming in her mind that she would rather anything to him repeating that.
He pulled hard on her chin, dragging her to her feet and had her stumbling into his chest. Her hands both landing on that exposed skin, pectorals that felt as hard as carved jade, smooth and shining like coveted swords, and warm as summers sun. All far to masculine for a being of sex and night no different to the courtesans she had grew up along side.
To clear a reminder he just might be a man in entirety.
She was pulled from any of these thoughts with a sharp stabbing on her shoulder. Two sets of fangs piercing through her clothes and past her skin, ripping a shocked gasp from her as she winced at the pain. She could feel him moan against the wound he had created, and sucked on, before pulling back with a flick of his tongue and then a brush of a tail. His tail left it tingly and cool and less pained somehow.
“Did no one ever teach you not to bite the hand that feeds you?” he asked, a fang brushing the edge of the ear he whispered into. “That is far from a thank you, perhaps you need a more lasting lesson,” he tease pulling back from her as tails enveloped her.
A tail wrapped around her waist and another wrapped around the back of her neck the tip of it taking the place of the claws that directed her chin and face where he wanted it. Another still pulled her skirt up above her knee so that it might coil around her thigh.
Maomao wanted out of his hold. She writhed and struggled against the tails that tensed like muscles but bent without bones, and able to hold tighter and tighter like a python waiting until your lungs were empty restricting you from ever breathing another breath. Another tail took a wrist and pulled it behind her back as he pushed her to the edges of the glade.
Her breathing was starting to race at the return of such a threat, her heart too. Along with a renewed warmth between her legs that she would never admit, even if this stupid fox was claiming he could tell. The dumb mutt could probably smell it, probably enjoyed it, if that smug face was anything to go by.
“The barrier is right there, the edge of my domain,” he informed, the hold of his tails lessened, along with the rather enjoyable pressure they brought and the pulses it let her feel throughout her body.
“If you wish to do so simply leave,” he prompted.
“I will,” she practically spat.
Maomao turned from him taking a step toward the barrier as she did. His tails staying where they were and slipping against her skin like soft silk. Only for her to be met with a thud.
A solid unseen wall.
That ass. It was a trap.
In an instant she was held up agaisnt that wall, with too many tails that she could count by feeling alone. Held up in air and pinned against solid nothing, restrained by softest fur that made her shiver when it brushed her skin. She still writhed in the air, trying to get past the wall, or out of the tails.
She didn’t care how pathetic she looked as she squirmed, nor about the sound that started to spill from her at the realisation that she was here by her own will and want. Tears started to well in her eyes at the sheer embarrassment that he had fucked her throat so well, with a tail of all things, that she couldn’t bring herself to leave until she had more.
“How strange, the only reason my domain would keep you here, is if you wished it.” He explained before claws landed gently on her shoulder, the one he bit, with just enough pressure over the bites that she whined something her throat couldn’t stop.
The claws started to drag down her back, all the way from her shoulder to the very edge of her over robe. She tried to press herself closer wall to get away from the claws, all while trying to argue, trying to have him stop, and not tear through her clothes. She could feel the night air hitting the skin his claws had exposed even as her robes still clung to her, in part thanks to his tails holding her in place.
“I have already mentioned, lies make me rather ill so I think that is enough of that,” she heard a strange click, before an odd wind rushed over her like water.
“What did you do?” She asked with out thinking, venom just barely tainting her voice.
“I made it so there will be no more lies between us,” he answered smug, “so tell me again, do you wish to leave?” He asked, pulling her robes off her past his tails.
She tried to protest and the words caught died in her throat. A lie, for she did enjoy the feeling of being bound by these tails, and to have her skin threatened by claw and fang. To feel the pain that came from his incursion deeper than she had ever expected to have something down her throat and the way she came from it. The embarrassment burned her skin with pleasure, only fueled by the pitiful look he gave her as he explored her mouth in such a filthy way.
Maomao did not want to leave, and she wanted more than simply those fibres she had thought a flower. The entirely foreign feeling that she could only approximate to so many textures not able to fully describe of his fur, was intoxicating in the most literal sense of the word when it was down her throat. It made her wonder how it would feel in other places. If those woman who claimed they were deflowered were by typical means or something far more perverted.
Which made her wonder if he did or did not have the necessary manhood to spear her open. She had never paid much care to sex or the men her sisters found the best customers in that department, but she feared if there was nothing or even simply something average there she would become far to aware of a disappointment her sisters had spoken of many times before.
“I’m waiting,” he teased, impatience setting into his voice, displaying that he well knew the answer already, he simply wanted to here it from her lips. His claws catching on the top of her skirt much like he had her top.
“No,” she said so quietly that she wasn’t sure if he started to tear her skirt and snake his tails around her tighter still because he had heard, or because he hadn’t.
“Isn’t it better to just admit it, Kusuriya?” He didn’t really ask.
As he spoke he began pushing his tails to coil around her further like thick snakes of legend covered in soft furs almost like mythic dragons. Dragging across her skin entirely to slowly and pressing so tightly into her arm that her hand began to tingle. The tip of the tail flicking back and forth like a pet receiving attention and brushing a nipple she would swear was only hardened by the cold.
“Since you were so good, I will grant you the permission to use one of my false names, Jinshi.” He purred.
Jinshi was entirely too smug.
The tail wrapping higher up her thigh was getting far to close to her centre and it was tightening around the tiny bit of flesh that it could squeeze. Maomao tensed her legs trying to push herself up further into the air, struggling as she was suspended by his tails, and desperate to put more space around between the tip of the tail and the first few threads of fur that were brushing a bundle of nerves she would so very much rather he touch with anything else.
She would rather be scratched and bleed as those claws of his left there marks on her now fully exposed sex now that they had freed her from her clothes, than suffer the humiliation of that tail stuffing her vagina as it had her mouth. Especially because she couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel, the constant boneless movement and a soft fur that would stay magically dry but stain with her fluids.
“I must say you are much more fun than all those other women,” he purred in her ear, closing what little distance was between them, his chest pining her against the barrier that would only free her if and when she wanted him to stop.
“They practically begged me to use magic to gift them to their loves not their betrothed, ruining them was a requirement of such a deal, one they quite enjoyed I assure you,” he continued, tail slowly curling closer and closer to her entrance, her legs already as far as they could get, it chased her like a predator, then again he was a fox.
“Don’t tell me your enjoying this,” she scoffed a laugh, bravado trying to talk her way out of a situation they both know she still wanted, or else she would have fallen through the barrier holding her. “What a pervert, or is it just that new things are rare enough you’ll try the chicken bones even with abalone right there, pathetic,” she stopped her tirade with quick begging pleas that he stop, the tip of that tail pressing into her vagina and the very start of the muscles under the fur threatening to stretch her.
Teasing her hole with fur the tickled the far to sensitive nerves and turned her voice whinny and pathetic.
“Why not the barrier is still in place,” his voice turned husky pressing just a little deeper into her, despite her cries.
“Oh do you not like the punishment for running your mouth?” He teased the question.
“Its not fair,” she plead, trying to fight against his tail restraints that simply held her tighter, her breathing becoming more laboured by her exertions, pleasure, humiliation, and the pressure her chest was coming under.
The tail was fluffy and against her wet and dripping folds, almost tickling her inner walls and the outer folds that he haphazardly brushed. Her virgin entrance stretching more that it should have been expected to on the muscular tip of his tail underneath the soft fur feeling as though it might have been three of his fingers at once.
“Please anything but your tail, if you are going to do this anything but that,” She whimpered at the threat he would steal her virginity on a tail that she was sure he would work all the way to her cervix. That she well knew she would climax on, the idea of it moving inside of her, and her walls pulsing against it soft edges and boneless muscles like it had her throat was intoxicating.
“You want me to fuck you properly?” he asked, claws sneaking over her chest in the space between a spiral of tail, just barely brushing her erect nipple with the sharp point of his claw that had her only make more embarrassing noises as she nodded, not want to know what he would do if she lied and said no as much as she wanted to.
“What will you give me in turn?” he asked, flicking that same nipple with that same claw.
“Anything,” she said to quickly causing a dark laugh to fall from him, “use me as much as you want so long as I get threads in return, let me repay my debts and then some to earn them,” she more respectfully offered with words rushed by a desperation . She felt as though she were drugged by the feeling of his tails, of his magic.
“All right then, I’ll have you until you can not take another minute, at that point you’ll know my name and I’ll know your refusal when you utter it, I’ll be bound by it,” he offered the terms of their deal.
She nodded muttering an agreement, he twisted her head to seal their deal with a kiss. His tongue much more manageable when it entered her and twisted around her. Jinshi bit down on her lip hard as he pulled his tongue out of her, sucking hard on her lip to lap at her blood. Pulling off with one last swipe over the wound with his tongue.
“Sealed in blood.” He didn’t quite explain with a smirk.
His tail retreating from her as one curled around her neck with no pressure, almost like a scarf. Her legs were still each bound by a tail each, and pulled either side of Jinshi’s hips and bending out of his way, almost entirely behind him, almost as if she were on her knees and arching her back.
She had hardly been able to recognise she was free of the threat of that tail before a feeling she had more expected to take her virginity. The almost velvet like feeling that was proof he did has the necessary appendage, and a rather large one if she had to guess by the feeling of the tip of his dragging through her dripping folds.
The strangled mewl that forced its way past her lips as he pushed into her almost agonisingly slowly. It was correct, she was a virgin, and even as desperate and wanting as she was she needed to be stretch opened and given time to accommodate his penis that was at least half the thickness of the tail.
Whimpering pants she desperately wished she could stop continued. The odd sensation of pressing apart muscles that had never once been used as they furiously tried to stop the incursion deep and deeper inside her. It left her clenching and tensing without meaning to, earning a a dark laugh from him that shot straight to her core, reducing her tension with want.
His manhood able to move easily, her inner walls more than slick enough to accommodated his slow thrust. Even when he met the resistant that proved the purity her sought to claim as if it would give him greater power. Some spirits dealt in souls and others in blood it made sense for one that ruled desire to wield maidenheads like currency. He pushed deeper still just as painfully slow, stretching rather than ripping or tearing her hymen, and continuing on to bottom out inside her.
She knew it wasn’t possible, that they was simply no way that he had reached far enough inside her to be hitting the far back wall of her cervix, despite what she might think based on the feeling of him inside her. She simply just felt so full the idea that there was more space inside her that could be occupied that Jinshi couldn’t reach seemed impossible.
He started to pull out of her and she well and truly moaned, a sound of pure pleasure as her head rolled back just a fraction. It was mortifying, and only encouraged by the tail tips that flicked and swirled around her nipples and that rested far to high on her thigh not to tease her clit but too far away to reach it.
Tears spilled from her eyes as the emptiness he had left her with was once again filled, much faster than the first time. It was so completely embarrassing how much she wanted him, it was pathetic.
She was bound by his tails and spread open for him to have his fill after she had begged him to use her until she couldn’t take another moment, all so she could what run experiments on his tails. She was little more than a pathetic whore, but worst of all she was enjoying it. The feeling of ecstasy as he speared her with less and less care every thrust as she became more and more used to the sensation of him filling her, but also the knowledge that this was entirely transactional, that her body was little more than payment. The wonder of how much he would allow her to take after this was done, the question of how much pleasure would he take from her for his ‘charge’ and what would be her reward.
How many orgasms would repay her debts and how much would each one that followed earn her. Would they decrease in value as she came again and again and again on him. She quite frankly couldn’t imagine herself uttering that name when it came into her head until she felt truly a moment from death and even then.
He simply felt divine.
The medicine he would make would be just as heavenly.
The poisons he would become would be just as potent.
She felt almost as if she had already ingested such poisons. That any sense or inhibition that might have existed within her had vanished when he had shoved that tail down her throat and those strands of fur had melted down her throat.
Oh gods.
He was an aphrodisiac! That was the only thing that remained consistent in her tests. That the petals, or fur as she now knew, would drive someone to seek their deepest desires. She well and truly had been forced to acknowledge all it was she wanted from him in that moment, and she wanted to be fucked by those tails as much, if not more than by him.
She would be fucked by other men in her life she was sure. She’d end up married or a courtesan after all. But to be fucked by such a rare ingredient that she might just be the only one alive to know it was a spirits tail not a flower was something else entirely. That was a desire that burned so hot she knew she would never feel it again once she left this glade with all the strands he would allow her.
Tears ran freely down her face at the embarrassing need for his tail to be inside her, and the mocking he would no doubt give her over such a thing. The fact he could probably tell that’s what she wanted if he truly could sense her desires. She was sure it was that knowledge that had his tail finally snake close enough to her clit to flick back and forth over her.
The fluff of him far too much and sending constant tiny jolts through her that had her tighten on him like a vice. Something that had her rewarded with his tails tightening around her and making her limbs tingle as her blood rushed with her racing heart and got slowed by the physical restriction of him. Her inner walls pulsing around him with each and every one of those racing heart beats as she came around him hard with a scream he muffled with a tail over her mouth that she let her mouth melt into wanting it shoved back inside her.
She was too far gone to care about her dignity. He was going to use her and she was going to enjoy the mess he made of her. What else could she do, he was an aphrodisiac, she had no choice but to give in no mater how embarrassing it was, how pathetic it made her.
“My, my, the only thoughts you have in your head are of my tails,” he almost mocked, as he caressed her face from behind, wiping away the many tears that littered her flaming cheek, “perhaps that should be more literal?” he teased, the tip of his tail just barely swiping over her lips.
Lips that she opened readily for him, regardless of how the tears continued and her flush deepened at her own willingness.
“Such a pathetic mess,” he mocked as she moaned when his tail did push back into her mouth and she was filling with the soft fluffiness she want to surround herself with.
“You want to earn your prize so badly don’t you,” he cooed, she nodded while his tail writhed in her throat, a sensation she was sure she would chase the rest of her life, “such a good little whore, and all for me,” he praised.
His words made her legs press together, or at least try to, already wishing there was something inside her again, even with his tail never stopping its teasing of her clit. He had lessened the resistant a slight bit but she still couldn’t move much from how he positioned her, suspended in air.
“It’s okay Maomao, I’ll fill you plenty,” his dark voice was a threat, and she knew that, but it was delicious and all she could do was moan around the tail that had some how pushed even deeper into her throat than last time.
The tail that was circling her clit, left her entirely. Unwrapping sensually slowly from her leg only to return curling around her hip and making a path to her entrance that a normal man might have made with his hand if she were splayed in front of him like she was Jinshi now. His tail providing her clit with more friction than was fair for something so soft as before reaching her entrance.
He was just barely pressing his tip into her, teasing her hole with a stretch she knew was going to hurt. She could feel in her mouth and throat just how much thicker his tail got compare to his cock. The tip was a comparable size but past that he was practically unmanageable, her jaw feeling as though it would dislocate or unhinge if he pushed any deeper into her and yet he found a way nonetheless. It had been enough to make her come once and she would have again and again even without the beautiful threat of it trying to map the entirety of her womb.
When he finally started to push into her, it burned with a white hot fire that had her scream something that died on the tail stuffing her mouth, and only opened her throat deeper for him to fuck like a toy. It was like there was two of him inside her, lined in fur that tickled every last one of her nerves, all while still rubbing on her clit as he slid agaisnt her in order to reach deeper and deeper inside of her.
She was sure she would loose her voice on him, that if that name every appear in her head she would not even be able to speak it, the screams and cries that he ripped from her rendering her mouth and throat’s only use to get filled and fucked by him.
He spread her open to a degree she couldn’t fathom. Pulling her legs even further apart so he had better access to watch. She didn’t know if it was worse if her were enjoying the sight of his tail push inside her slowly like she was some endless expanse that could take the entire thing or if he were watching appalled at her pleasure at being filled like this.
He knew just how much she enjoyed the pain, and the fluffy feeling. How much she wanted him even deep, in both holes. The sureness she had that he would bury the tail in her until there he was met with no more give to push agaisnt and she was entirely filled, and bloating from the internal stretch, something she wasn’t even sure was possible.
With every additional half inch that she took she fell deeper and deeper into a pleasure unlike anything else, feeling almost as if she were entirely disconnected from her body and from reality. Preening and arching her back desperate to feel even more of the painful tails and their intoxicating effects.
Briefly met his eyes as she arched into a full c shape, curling her spine backwards and seeing Jinshi’s feral eyes turned entirely black in her pleasure, in his pleasing her. His pointed tongue running over his lips and fangs. It made her want to see him taste her, maybe even off his tails. His eyes met hers and just as quickly the tail in her mouth snapped her head forward, but not straightening her back to how it was before, giving her a beautiful sight.
Something writhing under the taught skin of her lower stomach. If her boobs were any bigger, which was to if she had any at all, she wouldn’t have been able to see it, nor would she have been able to if his tails still held her stomach which they didn’t.
The tail that was inside her vagina was writhing and pushing against any and all the walls it could find. Which already brought her so close to yet another climax, but what truly had her come hard and coat every part of that tail inside her was seeing it move under her skin. The want to free her hand and rest it right over her lower abdomen to feel him both inside her and through her.
Every part of her felt little shocks, tiny bolts of pleasure coursing through every muscle as she spasmed from pleasure she desperately wanted him to not care about and keep fucking her through it. Not least of all because if he didn’t slow down she would come again and again, as Pairin had put it Maomao was blessed with the ability to go again and again with no break. For once she agreed that did seem rather useful, rather good.
Instead he set her on the ground gently and removed all of his tails from her. Her mouth feeling too empty, but not as much as her vagina that ached to once more be filled. His aphrodisiac effect was too potent, leaving her writhing on the ground and whining wanting him to fill her. She was sure she looked no better than a cat in heat, especially when she grabbed onto one of the tails that was uncurling from her, leaving her entirely unconnected from him.
But he slipped through her weak grasp.
Maomao was little more than a pathetic needy whore on the forest floor and entirely at his mercy, and she loved it.
“I almost want to break our deal,” he threatened, drawing closer to her, dragging the back of a claw up her stomach as she preened at the contact, at the attention.
Oh, she hadn’t realised that but that was surely not helping how easy he was able to make her orgasm. She had never been the centre of anyone's attention, but this mythic being had seen fit to focus on nothing but her and making her come her until she was nothing but mush and maybe even more after that point. That was almost as intoxicating as his aphrodisiac effect.
“I don’t want to let you leave, I want to keep you here as a perfect little toy to play with forever,” he pinched her nipple hard as he confessed and she moaned, she wished she could say it had nothing to do with his words.
But she couldn’t. If he had asked her if she wanted that, to be his fuck toy, to be what he charged his power whenever he saw fit. Something that lived in his domain constantly either filled or waiting to be filled by him all she would ask in exchange was to still be allowed her experiments. Worse than a mans wife or courtesan, she would practically be a pet to Jinshi, maybe even less. What was some skin and bones mortal girl to a spirit of the moon and pleasure? She would be lucky if he saw fit to spoil her like a pet.
“I am going to ruin you so badly you wish to never leave me,” he promised over her lips, his fangs just barely brushing the skin he had already bit and sucked and healed once. “Even if you manage to get away it won’t be for long, I will infect every thought you ever have, and I will be the only way you will feel pleasure ever again I assure you,” it was the threat of a mad man, and every sane part of her said that was a sign to leave and run, but her body was not ruled by sanity right now.
It was ruled by pleasure, by Jinshi.
All she could do was moan in affirmative response, because she could not say she didn’t want him to do just that so long as he had forbade lies between them.
All she could do was let herself be ruined, unable to do anything but desire Jinshi, something that was feeling more and more a reality with every brush and tease of tails she wanted to demand be back inside of her.