Archive of Our Own

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The Electro Archon, the Almighty Baal, The Great Narukami Ogosho, the Raiden Shogun of the entirety of Inazuma, sat at her desk. Compared to many, they would find it to be a plain, simple thing. It was unadorned, relatively uninspired, by the standards of many. That was how she preferred her belongings to be: simple and functional, where any beauty came from the practicality of a thing. She’d learned it long ago when she taught metalworking to the humans of the land: function in form, the beauty of something that did its work to exacting parameters. 

Granted, she’d not then expected anyone to actually keep to her designs and templates for hundreds of years, but that was precisely what happened: for the hundreds of years of her ‘absence’, not much had changed. Perhaps, that was the implementation of her eternity, from the biggest of structures down to the very smallest of them. Her sword patterns and designs, her techniques, had been perfected, but barely changed. Eternity, in another phrase.

But Inazuma had changed. The world had changed. Beyond the simple things like goods and services, or the new districts and villages of her great Narukami, the world was starting to feel the touch of achievement and ascendance. The technology she saw, the ways of thinking she experienced, were nothing like she might have expected. Isolating herself had not prepared her for the breadth of change the world could go through, and she felt silly to have ever thought otherwise.

The Raiden Shogun had made decisions over the years, both in-person and through the proxy of her very capable puppet. Many of those decisions had not been for the better, and now, with the mask pulled away and the bandana removed from her eyes, she realized just how mistaken she had been. Her choices, the Sukoku Decree, the Vision Hunt Decree, the war, the various little choices here and there, had been mistakes.

She knew that. It was her duty, therefore, as the Raiden Shogun, to fix those issues herself. She could have delegated the work to her puppet, but it was her job, and she could not isolate herself from that any longer. Her desk, therefore, was laden with paperwork, piled up to the very top, with every square inch taken up with some measure of work. She had so much to do that it was almost hair-pulling, but she was a cut above the humans she assigned to run the country - she could handle it.

So, she isolated herself in her office, instead of the Plane of Euthymia. She closed the door, she set herself by the window, and she worked. It was not a room she would ever greet visitors in, and never a desk she would show in any professional conduct. It was her private abode, and she used it to focus on the work borne of her own mistakes. Her quill scribbled across white papers, writing down words that would be translated into treatises, then later, into decrees, and those decrees would overturn what came before.

The Raiden Shogun scratched her name across a paper that would once again pull power from the tri-commission and invest it back into her own hands; a decree that would stop any unilateral decision-making, such as those offered by the Kujo Clan when prosecuting their war against Watatsumi. She bore the fault of such a war, naturally, because she knew what had gone on and chosen not to care, but fault had no place in her work. Her work was rectification, amendment, and securing a broader definition of Eternity for her beloved Inazuma.

Even if - 

Suddenly, there were hands on her eyes. Literally, hands on her eyes. Someone was covering half of her face with their soft, feminine hands, and that made the Raiden Shogun immediately sigh. At the same time, she felt something soft and warm press against her shoulders; a body leaned in toward her, far enough for a chest to use her shoulders like pillows and for lips to dance right by the soft lobe of her ear.

“Guess who…?” Purred a voice that was low, musical, and adorable. The Shogun felt the air tickle her ear, and she almost shuddered for it; she’d not felt that sensation in a long, long time.

“I do not know if I should be entirely offended that you managed to sneak past dozens of guards and locked doors to get here, Yae Miko,” said the Shogun, her voice low and irritable, “or if I should be impressed by it.”

“Impressed, most certainly, ” Yae Miko purred, her voice that same low, alluring drawl. “What else would you be?”

“I just said - offended.” The Raiden Shogun brought her hands up, grabbed the hands that were covering her eyes, and pushed them aside. “Offended that you feel the need to sneak in here just to disturb my work.”

“Awww, don’t be like that, darling Ei,” Yae Miko laughed, her voice low and thrumming, now. Though her hands were removed, she did not cease her incessantly bothersome movements; she moved down to cup Ei’s hands in her own, threading fingers together from behind. “That’s not how you should greet an old friend.”

“And how should I greet one?” Ei asked, her own voice low and musing.

“With a compliment, of course,” Miko hummed. “Something like… you’re looking beautiful today, Miko; or, perhaps, how stunning you’ve grown to be, darling Miko. Like that. ”

Ei looked over her shoulder. The two of them really could not have been any more different, when it came down to it. Ei was tall, lean, and smooth-bodied, hand-crafted and optimized for athletic fitness. Her body, curvy and feminine, was wrapped up in a thigh-length furisode of a soft purple fabric. Its colour was the colour of Inazuma; its symbols those of her nation. It was smooth and elegant, yet designed for ease of movement and combat.

Her eyes were a brilliant shade of purple, something akin to an amethyst, and her long, braided hair was but a shade off from that. Her look and design was so emblematic of Inazuma that merely to have her style of hair was nearly sacrilegious, and those with any amount of ‘purple’ in their features were said to be of divine blood. True or not, it made her a stark, distinct figure, and not one that was easily replicated.

Yae Miko was almost her inversion, if one thought in such terms. Though her eyes were a similar shade of purple, her hair was a light, sakura-petal pink, and set in a fluffy wave instead of a braid. Miko’s Kitsune ears were set back along her skull in a way where they resembled tufts of hair, but any half-experienced gaze could detect otherwise. It led down to a face that was almost oval-shaped, all very Inazuman in appearance.

She was, in a word, utterly beautiful. Centuries of isolation had not changed that in the slightest, truly. The rest of her, though, was different. She had grown into her status as Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, and she wore the dress of her trade as well as she’d worn the fashionable kimonos of the past. Tight, clinging white fabric, a low, scandalous hemline, and layers of pinkish-red cloth to form something like a Shrine Maiden’s uniform.

Something like it, Ei thought.

“How did you get in?” was what Ei asked, her voice gentle and firm at the same time. 

Miko rolled her eyes as if unimpressed by her response. “Goodness, so boorish. Come, now, Ei, give a girl some mystery. ”

Ei felt a smile tug at her lips, but she tried not to commit much to it. “If you could sneak in, so could an assassin.”

“ Hardly,” Miko scoffed. “And I know your palace like the back of my hand. It’s not my first trip around, Ei.”

Ei rolled her eyes, but it was fond. Yae Miko had been around more than enough to learn all the ins and outs, so she supposed she wasn’t that surprise to have been snuck up on. Instead, she shook her head, sighed, and said, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Miko?”

“Oh, just looking for my darling Ei,” Yae Miko said, her voice thicker than normal. “It’s just so hard to get you alone nowadays, and I’m so looking forward to catching up with you…”

Ei rolled her eyes almost immediately. She knew exactly what Miko was getting at, and she wasn’t going to play along. “Then feel free to schedule an appointment with me, like a normal person.”

Miko pouted. She leaned in even closer and quite unceremoniously squished the swells of her chest against the back of Ei’s neck, drawing a shaky little sigh from her throat. It was not a very dignified reaction, not in the least, but there was not much to do when one felt such a thing. It had been a very long time that Ei spent by herself, and the touch of anyone, much less a woman like Yae Miko, felt foreign.

“Awwwww, don’t be like that,” the Guuji of the Grand Shrine purred. “If I do that, then I won’t be able to see you for months. ”

Ei smiled thinly. Only her friends would have known it was a friendly, playful smile, and she had precious few friends left. “I fail to see the issue in that.”

Thankfully, Miko was one of those friends. “Come, now. I know how much you missed me; no need to play shy.”

Ei rolled her eyes and directed her attention to her work. “I’m being prudent. I have lots of work to do, Miko, and not enough time to do it in.”

“Don’t be such a bore!” Miko complained in a rather petulant voice. “You’ve been gone for centuries. You could at least give me some TLC.”

‘I don’t - what?” Ei shook her head. “I don’t know what that even means.”

“As I said - centuries.” Yae Miko leaned into her shoulder, tits still compressed against Ei’s spine, and let her lips run along the curve of the Shogun’s neck. “It might have been a long time, but surely you remember how much fun it used to be…”

Ei knew exactly what Miko was talking about. Her body remembered old routines rather well, in fact, and it wasn’t as if the Kitsune was making her words very secretive - not when her lips were ghosting along pale, smooth skin, so perfect that it was synthetic, and not with her breasts squishing across strong, firm shoulders. Hands that had, just seconds ago, been laced with her fingers were now moving along her arms, gently squeezing at battle-hardened, hand-optimized muscle.

Ei pushed any thoughts down and said, “I remember a lot, Miko. Like how much work I have to do right now. So, if you’d please… ”

She fidgeted, but Yae Miko did not let up. She pushed herself down, sliding her chest right into the back of Ei’s neck. She damned well knew what she was doing, and the Shogun understood that in seconds. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, really. Her Familiar, her Kitsune, was a bit of a massive flirt. She always had been, really. Back in the day, when she had yet to undertake her Eternity, they’d - rather poignantly - fucked like rabbits.

But that was then.

“Might I ask you to stop whatever it is that you think you’re doing?” Raiden Ei asked in a rather dry voice. “I’m really very busy.”

“When did you become such a bore? ” Miko sighed. She pulled away and slipped away, granting Ei a rather wonderful reprieve. She still felt mildly disappointed when all that softness moved away, granted, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Ei was the Shogun, and thus, more than the simple demands of her libido. “Goodness. I thought we got rid of that…”

Ei looked at her friend critically. “I’ve got work, Miko. I have to put in writing the actual abolishment of two royal decrees, neither of which were exactly meant to be abolished. I have to draft up yet more plans for military interdiction into alleged Fatui strongholds, and only for those that I can actually legally prove are strongholds. Which is, of course, nothing to say of how to professionally and diplomatically announce that I’m cutting off ties with Shneznaya’s official diplomats… and explain away Signora…”

“Yes, well - “

“-And besides that, I have to open up the country again, re-establish trade treaties - all of which simply must be penned by my hand, since no one else can - and likely arrange some measure of meetings, given that I quite literally burned all bridges when I enacted the Sukoku Decree -”

“ Ugh, ” the pink-haired Kitsune sighed. “Ei, darling, it’s so unsexy when you talk like that.”

Ei rolled her eyes. “It’s called work, Miko.”

“I’m aware of what work is,” Yae Miko sniffed. “I enjoy watching it play out while I sit back and drink some sake.”

Ei glared - and then did so for an entirely new reason when Yae Miko decided that was the exact moment to hop on her desk. That was it. She just hopped up onto the edge of it and plopped herself down there as if it was a chair. One moment, the purple-eyed Shogun was staring down mountains of paperwork. The next, she had nothing but a vision of barren, naked legs from the thigh-down right beside her hand, so close she could touch.

Very long, very naked, white legs, not a blemish in sight, not a scar to be found. For a moment, and it was a long moment, Ei stared. She took in just how long these legs were, just how gorgeous those thighs looked: well-formed, fair as sin, certainly some of the prettiest legs in Inazuma. Her mouth, really, was almost dry, and she didn’t even need to keep her synthetic, half-immortal body lubricated in the least.

Then she realized she was staring and shook her head, like the petulant war-leader she was. “Miko… why?”

“Why, what?” Miko tittered, her voice low and coy. She sat there smugly, like the cat that got the cream. Judging by the look in her eyes, she knew Ei had been staring at her legs. 

“Why are you sitting on my desk?” Ei asked, her voice level. “You’re ruining my papers.”

“Honestly,” Yae huffed in a voice that brooked no honesty whatsoever, “Whoever you give these papers to should be honoured to have me sit on them -”

Ei sighed. “Yae Miko.”

Her annoyed voice was met with a smile and a flutter of lashes. “Raiden Ei.”

“Get off my desk.”

“I don’t think I rather will,” Miko said petulantly.

Again, Ei tried not to sigh. Yae Miko was a petulant tease, that was for sure - but she was just putting on a front, playing a game, and one that Ei hadn’t played in a long time. Miko knew what buttons to press to get her annoyed, and once annoyed, knew what to do to get her riled up. That was what the Kitsune did best. It was a shame that Miko knew the Shogun’s puppet-body just as well as Ei herself did, really.

Miko crossed one leg over the other, shifting her low-cut shrine-maiden outfit in ways too scandalous for words. Ei saw her white lingerie, or whatever passed for underwear, in stark, clear relief. It made her fidget, in ways she had not done in quite a long time, and she wasn’t sure she liked that. It made her stomach boil, and it sent her blood rushing down.

“I thought my shrine maidens were supposed to dress more conservatively,” Ei drawled out idly.

Yae smiled with all her teeth. Even then, she looked stunning. “You like it, don’t lie.”

Ei stiffened, then sniffed. “I expect professionalism out of my shrine maidens.”

“You always told me you didn’t care,” the Kitsune pointed out. “I can dress how I want.”

“You should dress respectably,” Ei told her. She did not know why she said it. She knew it was pointless.

“My skirts are just as long as yours,” Yae Miko pointed out slyly. “But if you feel so strongly about it… feel free to just take it off me.”

Ei licked her lips and looked down. She tried her best to ignore her Kitsune’s words and, instead, focus on her work. “That’s not necessary.”

“No? What a shame.” Miko smiled down at her. As she smiled, she slipped her hands up and along the contours of her shrine maiden’s uniform, trailing fingers along the edges alone. For better or worse, Ei’s eyes trailed after Miko’s movement, watching her fingertips tug at the thin edges.

Ei didn’t remember Yae Miko dressing in such an untoward, forward fashion, honestly. Her shrine maiden’s uniform was… really nothing like a shrine maiden, much less a Guuji, and Ei knew that. Still, she couldn’t find it in herself to berate her when she looked so good. Her body was long and shapely, curvy in all the right places, with a swell of her chest that really did draw the eyes.

The fact that her top was, really, just a mere halter, secured around her neck with nothing more to it, was quite sinful. The swells of her chest were on full display, with more side-boob than most would feel comfortable with. Ei couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of her. Her mouth felt just a bit dryer when she watched Yae Miko surreptitiously adjust that thin layer of tight, clinging cloth, gently lifting it up to show off swathes of creamy, rounded flesh. Any more, and Ei would be staring at an eyeful of - 

She tore her eyes away. She knew what Yae was doing, and she didn’t approve. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Yae Miko asked innocently. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are.” Ei stared at her flatly. “I’m trying to get my work done. I don’t need you antagonizing me while I do it.”

“I absolutely adore it when you talk like that,” the Kitsune purred, so low and seductive that it was almost a bit unnerving. “Most girls wouldn’t, but oh. That voice…. Those eyes… ”

“Stop flirting, too,” the Shogun said flatly, and did her best to stifle any emotion she felt. That was only right and natural: a Samurai, a Kagemusha, a Shogun, should not show any emotion when it was unnecessary. She was a master of such things. She’d mastered it before Yae Miko was born; she could do it easily.

Her eyes flicked along Yae’s side boob. She wasn’t sure when it had become so… mouthwatering.

Mostly easy, then.

“But you’re the only one I can flirt with,” Yae Miko said with that gentle, seductive smile. “Have you seen The Shogun? Flirting with her is like talking to a brick wall.”

Ei rolled her eyes, now fully done with her own Familiar. “It’s a synthetic-mechanical consciousness. It’s not meant to flirt.”

“I know, ” Yae lamented. She leaned over the table with one arm, now throwing herself across half of the desk at once - much to Ei’s ire. “It’s aggravating, let me tell you. She doesn’t blush or flush nearly half as fun as you do.”

“I don’t - ugh. ” Ei shook her head and resisted the urge to rub her temples. “The Shogun is perfectly fitted for what I need her to do. Consider it a true blessing that I allowed it to engage with you at all.”

Yae Miko rolled her eyes. “A blessing? You did it as a favour, because you couldn’t bear to see your little fox all alone…”

Yae Miko ran a finger along Ei’s forearm, making the Shogun almost - almost - tremble. It was not out of fear or nerves, but rather just annoyed, deep-seated urges. “That’s neither here nor there.”

She knew it was true, though. She had left Miko without saying a single word, taking to Euthymia because saying goodbye would have questioned her ability to go through with her planned Eternity at all. Yet, she had, in fact, made the Shogun in a way that did, in fact, allow her to fuck Miko, if so required. She didn’t have to do that, but she had. The reasons for it still didn’t quite fit in her own mind, either. 

“But, you see, the Shogun… just doesn’t give it to me as well as you do,” Yae Miko sighed, her voice one of exaggerated intent and desire. Ei could feel all the emotions there, and she wasn’t sure she liked it. “She fucks so robotically, you know? Like a simple machine.”

Ei felt her cheeks flush with colour, but willed it down out of raw frustration. “That’s really not appropriate.”

“I’m just saying,” the Kitsune purred, “that the Shogun isn’t anything like you. She doesn’t fuck me as good, or as strong, or as firm…” Miko smiled at her and leaned forward, making her breasts bob appetizingly. “...She’s you, but she can’t make me moan like you did.”

Ei’s breath hiked, but she did her absolute best to push it down and ignore it. “You’re not going to get me riled up over some idle words, Miko. Not now, not when I’m busy.”

Yae Miko leaned forward all the way. Her face practically hovered in front of Ei, making her chest slope down wonderfully. With but a fraction of a second, Miko could spread her legs and slip into her lap, making for a wonderful situation. Ei almost wanted her to - no, she told herself, she very much didn’t want to get side-tracked.

“Come on,” Yae Mko urged gently. “It’s been so long. Aren’t you curious? Don’t you miss this?” She smiled and gestured. “Miss me? ”

Ei closed her eyes and sighed. She willed down her frustration and her libido, then shook her head. “Miraculously, no, I don’t. So please, Miko, leave before I force you into your fox-form and throw you out the window.”

Yae Miko laughed; a full, throaty, and purely seductive noise. “Goodness, you’re mean!” 

Ei watched her smile playfully.

“But gosh, is it so hot, ” Yae purred. “I love that look in your eyes.”

She finally did lean in, just to plant a kiss right on the lips. It was fast and quick, but it was not gentle. She mashed their lips together, catching Ei by surprise. She pulled on her mouth and bit on her lower lip, making Ei groan. Those were two sensations she’d not felt in a long time, and both of them made her huff from deep in her throat.

And then it was over, and Yae was winking at her. Coy, seductive, and smooth as sin, she slipped off the front of her desk. She was all swinging hips and flashing thighs, much to Ei’s chagrin - so much so that she almost, almost, missed it when Yae Miko not at all accidentally spilled Ei’s lukewarm cup of tea all over her documents. Her very important, very strenuous documents, irrevocably ruining them.

“Miko!” Ei gasped, and rose from her seat in a frustrated heap. She slammed her hands down on the table and flicked the cup aside, but there was no salvaging her documents. “Do you know how long that took - !?”

But Yae Miko was already gone, having slipped out of the room like the infuriating little tease that she was. She was simply gone, leaving Ei alone in the room to fume, to glare, and to hiss at her missing Familiar. Five of her documents were ruined by tea, and another eight or so were all over the floor because of Miko's hasty departure.

Ei pinched the bridge of her nose, then. Why did I ever choose that woman to be my familiar? She was so much cuter when she was just a Kitsune skipping in the snow.

Mentally, she realized another good two hours had been added to her workload.

…Maybe I’ll get the Shogun to do it after all…. 

The Grand Narukami Shrine was more or less how Ei remembered it to be. The red-lacquered wood, the textile roofs, the railings, the beautifully kept and maintained Sakura trees -and, of course, the great Sakura itself, wound into the shape of something like a Kitsune shrine. It was all very beautiful, totally picturesque, and a strange picture of ‘eternity’ - that was, something that remained the same as what she knew, despite the passage of centuries.

There were some changes, of course. The mountain itself had seen better days, and Electro energy from the roots of the Great Sakura had begun to seep out in ground-crunching arcs - just as strong as Ei’s Musou No Hitotachi. Some of the paths had crumbled, and the road up the mountainside was not in the best of shape. It was another potential note of work to add to her already busy list, and she wasn't quite happy with that.

But, for right then, she let her worldly problems fall away from herself. She sat in front of the Honden, the little building that was, technically, meant to house her, the Electro Archon, Baal. Of course, it didn’t, but people needed symbols. There she sat, her legs crossed perfectly, her flexibility unmatched, with a mere pillow of purple beneath her. She was sure it was the best pillow at the shrine, but it wasn’t as if she cared in any particular sense.

Ei could survive a measure of discomfort. She honestly didn’t mind. Really, she felt bad that all the shrine maidens around her looked so stunned. They were running around in circles, metaphorically speaking. Not physically, for they did not budge a single inch in her presence, as if they’d forgotten their motor functions along with their breathing skills. It was almost concerning, as far as Ei was concerned.

She didn’t really like that level of respect or obedience. She was a warrior, and not something that lavished in praise - but it was what it was. She did not fault the maidens for their worshipful stares or nervous glances, either. She was their god, their object of devotion, and she had been away from the shrine for… well, for their entire living memory, really. Only Yae Miko would remember the last time she was there, as herself, as Ei.

Still, she pushed everything from her mind. She settled there with her head straight and simply meditated. She tried to push all worldly concerns from her mind and emptied her head, simply focusing on the nothingness that came with empty-headed simplicity. She always such meditation to be calming and refreshing, a mere step removed from proper sleep. Though her body technically needed neither, her mind was still very much subject to fatigue and stress. Her soul remained what it had always been, immortal shell or not.

Despite the fervent stares, whispers, and prayers directed at her, Ei sat there, legs crossed, and mediated. With her head empty, she settled into a sort of leisurely calm, where she could simply… relax. She did not need to pray; there was no one to pray to. She did not need to be there, other than for the ceremony of it. Yet, she’d always liked the shrine, loved the view it offered, and what it represented. She’d met Miko on that mountain, too. It had significance to her, and she liked being there.

She missed it, in a way.

Ei - 

“Now, now, Almighty Shogun,” purred a voice just by her side. “Isn’t there something I can get for you? Sake, maybe? Or… dango, perhaps?”

Ei felt her face fidget. She was there to chill and meditate, but there Yae Miko was, ready to do anything but that.

“Guuji Yae,” Ei said calmly, refusing to open her eyes and refusing to use anything other than her best friend’s full title, “I am quite fine, thank you.”

“Tut-tut,” Yae Miko hummed, and sounded far too coquettish for her own good. “Really, we simply must be the best hosts to the Almighty Shogun that we can. After all, these visits are simply so few and far between…”

Ei sighed. She really tried not to open her eyes and simply meditated, no matter what Miko said.  

“You’ve been meditating for centuries,” Yae tutted. “Come, now. Surely, you can do something better than just sit there.”

“This is what I like to do.” Ei sniffed regally. “Now stop, please.” 

Her request was more or less pointless, really.

“Did you like what I’ve done with the shrine?” Yae Miko hummed, her voice low and almost innocent. At the same time, Ei felt a weight, a presence, slide into her from the side, slipping beside her cross-legged body. “I’ve tried so hard, you know.”

Ei’s eyes flicked open gently. She looked over at Miko, who had set herself down at her side and simply plopped there. It was a rather undignified look for the Guuji of the shrine, but considering she was next to the Almighty Shogun, the Narukami Ogosho, it was probably a very minor thing.

“You’ve taken good care of it,” Ei said with surprising tenderness - enough so that it made Miko’s infamously schooled expression shift. “I’m incredibly proud of you, Yae Miko. I know that she would be, too.”

Miko smiled to dismiss her own feelings. “Awwww, getting all sentimental, are we, Ei?”

“You’ve asked, I answered.” 

The Kitsune hummed knowingly. “And how about my shrine maidens?”

“Your… uh.” Ei shrugged, not quite sure what was being asked of her. “They’re very diligent, attentive, and well-trained. They appear like the very model of what a shrine maiden should be.”

Miko hummed cryptically, then. “Cute, no?”

Ei blinked at her. Meditation, it seemed, was an elusive prospect around her Familiar. “...They’re conventionally cute, yes.”

“That’s so cold, ” Yae Miko laughed. She leaned over to knock their shoulders together, and Ei was almost sure she saw a shrine maiden flinch for it. “Come, now, darling Ei… they’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

Ei glanced at her coldly. “They’re attractive, yes.”

“I made sure that only the most beautiful girls get to work at my shrine,” Yae Miko purred, and Ei knew, again, that her friend was up to her usual tricks.

“It’s my shrine,” Ei said in turn. She meant it to be teasing, but it might have come off as cold; she struggled to modulate her tone right. “You know.”

Miko smiled as if her god had never spoken. “And they’re perfectly dedicated to you, Ei.”

“They’re shrine maidens, that’s literally their job,” the god of Inazuma said half-tersely. “And Inazuman girls are beautiful, so what is your point?”

“I’m simply suggesting, ” Miko said in a teasing, thrumming voice, “That you could bend any single one of your shrine maidens over, if you really wanted to.”

Ei stiffened, cheeks suddenly pink, and coughed. “E-excuse me?”

“You could bend any of these shrine maidens over,” Miko purred, “Take them right here and now, and put an heir or two into their belly… and no one would say anything about it.”

Ei glared, her jaw loose, at the sheer audacity of her Guuji. “Miko! How could you say that!?”

“Because it’s true, ” Miko quipped teasingly. “They’re so dedicated to you, Almighty Shogun. You could take any of these pretty little maidens, and they’d be overjoyed by it. Can you imagine that? Just bending a cute little thing over and enjoying her…”

Ei was aware of a few things, then. One, Miko had her hand in Ei’s lap, and was currently rubbing her inner thigh in an incredibly immodest way. Two, she had leaned in to a point where Ei’s bicep was trapped between her breasts, forming a soft, squishy seal. Third, Miko’s lips were near her shoulder, her head almost resting there, really and truly leaning in toward her like some blanket.

Four; her words had a distinct, palpable effect. For better or worse, and mostly worse, she was becoming aroused. At least, the words, the touch, the indications, all sort of blended together and made her feel hard. Her libido was a formidable thing, and feeling that buzzing heat in her lower stomach really didn’t help her intention to meditate whatsoever.

“Miko,” Ei said in the most level voice she could manage, “That is an absolutely insane suggestion, and one that I respectfully ask that you never mention again. Ever.”

Miko grinned with all her teeth, flashing far too many fangs for comfort. “But Ei… they’re dedicated to you. All of you.”

“Sometimes,” Ei said in a voice like gravel, “I think you do this on purpose.”

“Of course I do,” Miko giggled. She fluttered her lashes up at her, making Ei almost feel like… well, she wasn’t sure. Melting, perhaps. “But don’t pretend that you don’t like it.”

Ei hissed out a noise. She wasn’t sure she liked it. Miko’s hand was rubbing her inner thigh, and there was another on her shoulder, gently rubbing it. The Guuji of the shrine was all up against her, sliding into place like a puzzle piece. It was equal parts infuriating and arousing, and the Shogun swallowed thickly for it.

“I don’t,” she lied.

“You do,” Miko purred. “You used to do it all the time, remember?”

Ei flinched. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did,” Miko laughed oh-so-seductively. She was almost nuzzling Ei’s neck, her face so close that it was distracting. She smelled nice, like… flowers, or something. “Oh, you were breaking hearts left and right as a Kagemusha. Remember?”

Ei let out a noise. “ You don’t even remember that!”

“Picking up girls left and right, helplessly charming maidens with that handsome face of yours…” Her hands trailed along Ei’s bare thigh, moving way too high, way too dangerously. “...Plowing them into whatever tatami you could find…”

Ei let out another noise. “Miko…”

Her voice was a warning, but that was it. Miko’s words were not incorrect. Ei had never really been a womanizer, but neither had she been entirely altruistic. It just so happened that she was handsome, she was athletic, and she was royalty - more or less. That earned attention quite easily. It meant that in her youth, attracting, and spending time with, pretty maidens wasn’t very hard at all. 

She didn’t go looking for it, but it found her, anyway. There was also the gentle matter of making political bonds back when Inazuma City had first been founded, and Ei, given her anatomy, had been far better suited for such a task than Makoto. Her body had been liberally applied to the female population of Inazuma at the time, and Miko had been privy to all that information - both from Ei’s lips, and those of the scandalous gossip that was Kitsune Saiguu.

“Doesn’t Inazuma need an heir, anyhow?” Miko teased, because of course s he would. 

“No, it does not,” Ei replied tersely. Any peace and relaxation she might have felt was, again, entirely ruined by her best friend. “Unless you plan on assassinating me.”

“I - “

“Miko, for the love of all that’s sacred, might I please meditate in peace? ”

The Kitsune giggled. She waved her hand in front of Ei, drawing her attention to a shrine maiden up ahead. She had a head of brown hair and eyes of pale lilac, and was, in fact, remarkably pretty.

“Do you know who that is?” Miko teased. 

Ei sighed. “...No. Should I?”

“That’s Shrine Maiden Tsubasa Fujikawa. Do you recognize that name?”

Ei sighed again. “Should I?”

“You should. Her family line has remained the same for…. Oh… the last three hundred years. A remarkably long time, and it’s all for one very special reason…”

Ei knew the answer, then, and sighed.

“...Her ancient grandmother, you know, distant relative, was saved by the Almighty Shogun. They had frantic, messy sex, and the Fujikawa line was blessed with an Almighty child. Forevermore, the women of her family have been dedicated to the Shogun, serving as her shrine maidens.” Miko leaned in a bit more. “They even all have Her pretty purple eyes…”

Ei sighed through her nose. “You’ve employed the descendant of a girl that I accidentally impregnated, is that it?”

“Accidental for you. For them, the blessing of generations - divine blood in their family.” Miko made a noise against her neckline. “How about dear little Kasumi, at the entrance? Pretty thing with black hair? Why, her family claims descendence from a samurai that once fought at your side. Remember that? You gave her - why, it was three children, wasn’t it?”

Ei couldn't possibly remember all the girls she might or might not have lain with in her time. Unfortunately, it was entirely possible that was the case. “Are you collecting my descendants, Miko? You’re insane. That’s insane.”

“Not at all, I'm simply pointing out how strong and virile your bloodline is,” Miko said. She was right up against her ear, practically using her as a body rest.

Ei swallowed thickly. “You exaggerate.”

“I never exaggerate,” Miko huffed. “You’ve been around. Why… what about the dear Kamisatos?”

“The…” Ei frowned. She felt nothing tug at her memories. “What about them?”

“What about them? Oh, nothing… save that the only reason they became such a big clan was because they married into the divine Inari lineage, ” Miko hummed coquettishly. She was outright stroking Ei, then, her hand getting higher, and higher, and higher… “You know, the Inaris? Why, I believe you knocked up every single one of that clan’s eight daughters. Marvelous work, truly.”

Ei flushed red. “Look -”

“But I’m sure Ayaka’s blood is so thinned down by now it doesn’t matter,” the Kitsune laughed. “So why not strengthen your rule of the Tri-Commission by marrying the little princess and giving her a few purple-haired pups?”

“What is your obsession with me and my virility?” Ei huffed. She was, by that point, totally red in the face, entirely and utterly embarrassed. Her mind was swirling with the idea that the girls she’d laid some centuries ago were still around in some capacity, their bloodlines still going strong. It was mortifying. “Cease this instant, Miko. I won’t entertain this further.”

“I was so bored over the centuries without you, Ei, so all I did was painstakingly record just how many bloodlines you made over the years.”

Ei flushed scarlet. Miko was so close, her hand basically on her lap - fondling, under her short robes, the frightening bulge of her dick. 

“I have a whole family tree, in fact. I hung it up in the Honden.”

“Sacrilege,” Ei spat, but it was a weak, pathetic noise. She hated when Miko was like that; she lost control.

“It’s your house. ”

Ei couldn’t argue with that.

“Guess how many families are running around with some claim to your blood? How many of your descendants are still going strong?”

Ei fidgeted. “I truly don’t want to know.”

“Forty-seven,” Miko proclaimed proudly, but her voice was so low that no one would ever hear her words. “Forty-seven families that have survived hundreds of years. Back in the day, darling, you were quite the studhorse. ”

“Okay, that is enough, ” Ei scoffed. She shook her head and pushed Miko off of her, trying her best to untangle herself. “The last thing I want to know is that you’re hiring out my descendants for some fetish, Yae.”

Yae Miko laughed at her. “You’re so red, darling.”

Ei pointed a finger at her. “Stop.”

“It took hundreds of girls to keep you satisfied back in the day,” Yae Miko purred. She kept at it, making Ei all the more flustered for it. “And now, you’ve been out of the game for a few centuries. I can only imagine how backed up you’d be…”

Abruptly, Ei stood up. When she did so, the furtive Shrine Maidens around her immediately bowed in respect. “I’m going for a walk to clear my head.”

Miko, still sitting on the floor, smiled up at her all pretty-like. “Would you like some company, Almighty Shogun? I can spare two… three… oh, as many maidens as you want. And they are maidens, I assure you of that…”

Ei sighed through her nose and walked off without saying another word.

Damned fox. 

Her purple eyes trailed over a shrine maiden as she passed. The cut of her hair was stylish, and the lines of her face were distinctly pretty; almost a waste for someone like that to be working at a shrine. She could be an actress, for sure. A true prize amongst Inazuman beauties, and -

Oh, fuck, Ei thought to herself not even a moment later. Of course she’d get me to think like this. Why did I ever choose a Kitsune to be my familiar? 

A nice long walk, she decided, was in order - and then a cold, cold shower, after.

Ei enjoyed the smoothness of training. It had been a long time since she had done it with her own hands, with her own body, but she excelled in it no matter what. Her movements were well-drilled and precise, her actions crisp and clean. Her weapon cut and sliced at the air, and at training dummies, in long, clear arcs, each one the most beautifully precise action that anyone would see in their lives.

The weight of her weapon was familiar and reassuring; master-crafted to a degree that most weapons couldn’t match, it was a beauty. Her polearm was a thing of overwrought elegance, made to showcase her status and place in the world. It was a beautifully deadly thing, and one that she handled with the utmost precision. Slice, chop, cut; two hands at all times, controlling her polearm like one would guide a baby bird.

When it came down to it, she had always favoured the polearm. It was a much more potent weapon than her sword, and it was more capable in far more situations. It was more versatile, and she’d become a true monster with it. Swordsmen couldn’t match her deadly grace with it, and she still wasn’t sure if, after centuries of having codified her techniques, anyone could match her in it.

Her skills with the blade were more potent still, and she had codified more fighting styles and combat kata than most people would ever know. It was also a more dangerous, deadly weapon, coursing and corruscating with her electro power to a point where drawing the sword was just as dangerous as wielding it. Her polearm was safer for her allies. It allowed her to fight with martial skill, and not the overwhelming power of an Archon.

It brought her down to a more mortal level and gave them a chance.

Ei breathed deep as she finished her final cut. She’d bisected the training dummy into five neat pieces in the same time it took a Samurai to perform an overhead strike. She twirled the weapon around in her hand twice, then flicked it aside. There was no blood on it, and so nothing to flourish. She performed it anyhow, and settled into a more relaxed stance. She did not have to breathe deep, and neither was there much sweat on her body; the puppet-form was well-suited for rigorous combat.

She breathed out and looked around the training grounds - the private ones of Tenshukaku. They were set high on the grounds of her imperial palace, allowing her to look out to one side and see the gentle bustle of Imperial affairs, or on the other, see the white sand and azure waters around her mountain-like city. It was beautiful, in its own way. She’d often - in the past, at least - enjoyed sitting up there by her sculpted sakura trees and staring up at the moonlight.

She looked around. She was mostly alone, save for two handmaids that were there to attend her. She did not need them, but she stood on ceremony. It was a good look for someone like her; it reinforced her power, her dedication to tradition, and her status. When one offered her a drink of water, therefore, she accepted it with a smile, and happily tucked it down simply to look good about it. When the other offered her a selection of finger-foods, she gently dismissed it.

Her feet made clean lines on the white sand of the training field. She knew that a host of caretakers would be there to clean it up once she was gone, but she did not mind that. She liked the crispness of her palace, the structured order of it all. It was a soft, simple beauty, in her eyes. It was grand, yes, but she’d always enjoyed the most simple things in life. 

She walked to the lip of the training yard. She’d thrown on a very simple kimono for training in, but that didn’t make it lack for splendour. Beneath it, she wore a clean, tight-fitting black tunic, almost compressed to her skin. That was how she’d presented herself before she’d been the Shogun: purple robes and a tight-fitting black bodysuit, sometimes with layered armour over it. Very simple, very unobtrusive. She liked that sort of thing. 

She looked over the balcony and down at the close, yet distant, palace grounds of Tenshukaku. The sands were sculpted in circular patterns, like good Inzauman landscaping. The plants and flowers were strictly chosen as per her tastes, and had not changed much since she’d isolated herself. The trees were beautiful, the arrangements gorgeous, everything so well-maintained that it was heart-rendingly gorgeous.

It was not busy, but busy enough. There were government officials moving around from building to building, carrying what they needed. There were guards on rotation, and plenty of caretakers besides. Some of them were moving to and from the Tenryou commission just beside Tenshukaku proper, but those were on a much more strictly scheduled basis; upon returning from her mind-realm, Ei had more or less shackled that runaway organization back to the central power.

Not much, of course, nowhere near enough to influence the Tri-Commission, but there were more checks and balances in place to prevent any overstepping of authority. Perhaps, in some way, that was overstepping herself, but conspiring against her was not something she would ever stand for.

Ei looked over. She saw very few familiar faces. Most of them, she did not know personally. Half of them were recognized from her shared perception with the Shogun, whose mind was in synch with her own. She knew the same information, and thus, the same faces - but to say she knew them was off. Really, of the crowd down below, she only truly knew Sara Kujo, her right-hand woman, and Yae Miko, who enthusiastically spoke with the war-leader like the little fox she was.

So truly, Ei looked up a nation of half-strangers that she would have to learn from and integrate with. She had never been good with people, so that was -

She did a double take.

What?

She was correct. There below her, on the grand stairs leading up to her her palace and throne, was Sara Kujo, her Tengu commander, talking with Yae Miko, her Guuji. 

Oh no, Ei thought. That is distinctly not good.

“Take care of this for me,” Ei said brusquely, and more or less dropped her polearm on a bed of soft purple velvet. She rushed down from the training ground, heedless of all else, and tried to make her way to the front doors as quickly as she possibly could. The idea of Yae Miko being with Sara did not broach well no matter how many times she turned it over in her skull.

Everyone bowed as she passed. Some went so low as to touch the ground with their foreheads. Most just knelt. She ignored them all as she made the five-minute journey in less than two, and quickly, breezily stomped her way down to the very front doors. The last thing she needed was Miko doing something stupid with someone as loyal as Sara. That was the last thing she wanted.

Sara is far too impressionable, she thought. And she pesters Miko all the time with questions about me, so this is very much not good.

But Ei couldn’t just run down the main stairs to find them, no. That would look bad, so she had it slow herself to a more steady jog as she rushed over. She saw them talking, watched them chat, and felt her blood run cold - if only because the glint in Miko’s eyes was definitely not a good one.

“Ei?”

That was Miko, talking about her, talking to Sara.

“The Almighty Shogun, yes,” Sara corrected, her voice as firm as always.

“Oh, don’t be so stiff about it,” Miko laughed. “But like I was saying…”

Ei really didn’t want to know what she was saying. Miko, though, saw her approach, and her eyes twinkled with a mischief that made the Shogun cringe.

“...Ei? Well, Sara, you might not know this…”

Sara leaned in, genuinely curious about any knowledge of the Raiden Shogun that she could find. “Yes?”

“She’s got the biggest, fattest cock in all of Inazuma,” Yae Miko told her in a voice that was more than loud enough to overhear. “Seriously, she’s packing heat. ”

Ei went a furious, mortified red. Oh, by the holy heavens. 

“W-what? That’s absolutely sacrilegious!” Sara scoffed, one hand on her chest, her face as red as Ei.

Tell her, Sara! Ei mentally cheered as she tried to rush down the stairs.

“It’s true,” Yae Miko said proudly. “Her cock is as - oh, as thick as a wrist, easy, and as long as an arm.”

Sara, scandalized, looking as though she were about to pass out, leaned forward. “...Really?”

Yae grinned. “Really. Oh, and she uses it so well. Do you know how many women she’s pleasured over her life?”

Sara looked painfully curious. “No? I do not?”

“Well -” 

Ei finally got in range. She slammed her hand against Yae Miko’s mouth, fully covering it with her palm. “Please, disregard anything you heard Guuji Yae say. She’s been too deep in her cups today.”

Sara’s eyes went wide when she saw her, and, as if realizing the words of her previous conversation, cringed backward. She dropped to her knees almost instantly, her bow posture-perfect. “Almighty Shogun, I -”

Ei cut her off. She didn’t think her mind could last Sara being so respectful after such a conversation. “Please, don’t bow for me, Sara. You’ve earned the right to stand before me ten times over.”

Sara had been told that, too. She, of course, never listened. When she rose, she had nothing but reverence in her eyes. “Of course, Shogun. I apologize.”

“I’m sorry for anything Guuji Yae might have told you,” Ei said to her in a brisk, but gentle, tone of voice. “I would recommend disregarding it.”

She kept on covering Miko’s mouth with her hand, but that was easier said than done. Not because Yae was trying to fight her off, no, she didn’t even attempt it; but because her hot breath washed against her palm as if she was excited. She felt, or swore that she felt, Miko licking her palm, as if that was something normal to do when one’s god was trying to get you to shut up.

“I am sure she meant no disrespect,” Sara said nervously, as if wondering herself just how much Ei had heard. Her face was just as red as her tengu mask, however. “I - I apologize. I was the one asking her questions about… you, Shogun.”

“It’s quite fine.” Ei tried for a smile. “I understand how curiosity can be, and the Guuji is my close friend.”

Her close friend decided to bite her finger, digging her sharp-edged teeth against the index. It made Ei fidget, but not much. She hissed, really, and kept on trying to focus on Sara, regardless of Miko’s antics.

“Curiosity,” Ei continued, “is not a fault. Simply put, take it with a grain of salt.”

Yae Miko bit her finger, then suckled on the edge of it. She was licking her fingers, gently nibbling, and almost trying to suck on them lovingly. All Ei tried to do was cover her mouth with her hand, and now she was getting fondled by that mouth. It was crazy, but she should not have expected any less.

“Especially,” she pressed, “When it comes out of the mouth of Guuji Yae.”

Sara almost looked nervous. Of course, she wouldn’t share that she had just been listening to Miko tell her about what a big dick she had, or how good of a lover she was with it, or anything like that. “Of course. I will keep that in mind, Almighty Shogun. I, uh. The Lady Guuji is very forthcoming…”

“Too much so,” Ei said flatly. She directed a look at Miko, who then suckled on her fingers. “Way too forthcoming.”

Miko suckled on the edge of her fingers, finally closing her lips around it. Ei, therefore, did the only thing she knew how to do, and the only way she knew how to shut Yae Miko up properly. She curled her fingers back and stabbed them into her mouth, immediately filling it up with those slender, nimble digits. She pressed them back and hit Miko’s tongue, then immediately pushed down to capture it entirely. 

If Sara saw, or noticed it, she said nothing. She simply nodded, stoic to the last. “Of course.”

There was an awkward silence where all they did was stare at one another. Sara, with total respect; Ei, with a hint of annoyance. She had her fingers stuffed into Miko’s mouth, keeping it filled, and her tongue pinned, for as long as she needed to. Still, the Guuji quite happily suckled on those clogging fingers, making a lewd show of it. Anyone could see what was happening, really. Not even Sara could be that dense.

“If there’s nothing else,” said Ei, “allow me to talk with Guuji Yae in private.”

“Of course, Shogun,” Sara answered. She bowed her head and saluted to her in a very respectful manner, then drifted back. “I wish you the very best of days.”

“Likewise,” Ei replied. She bowed her head respectfully, too, to show Sara her worth, and watched the Tengu make a hasty retreat. Ei kept on watching while making sure Yae Miko could do nothing silly, so her fingers remained lodged in her mouth for a good, long moment.

“Mmmmmm Fgh, ” Miko said around her fingers.

Ei twisted them around. It did not take much, and in a moment, they were face-to-face. She pulled her fingers out of Yae’s mouth, but then pressed down on her lower lip; she forced her jaw to drop, opening it up, showing off the writhing length of a flexible tongue. She locked her there, hand tight on her chin, her finger toying with Yae’s lower lip.

“You,” Ei told her in a low voice, “Are an insufferable little fox.”

Yae Miko smiled. When she spoke, she did so in a muffled way, all because of Ei’s finger. “But I’m your fox.”

“Of which I am distinctly, painfully aware,” Ei sighed. Her eyes glowed with power, despite the situation at hand. It did not help that the two of them were of similar heights, though. “My - our - affairs are our own. There’s no need to ever share that kind of information with my retainer. ”

Yae Miko nipped at her finger. “But she’s such a cute little Tengu, so curious about you. If she asks, why, I simply must tell her all the most salacious little details about you -”

“-You will do no such thing,” Ei huffed in interruption. “Stop talking to my Tengu. You’re going to scar her for life.”

Miko grinned. “What are you going to do, Ei, to stop it? Tie me up to your bed?”

Ei felt a shiver pass through her. “Insufferable.”

“You love it,” Miko husked with a wink. 

“I truly don’t know why I ever chose you to be my familiar at all,” Ei huffed.

“Because you saw a cute little fox stumbling around,” the Kitsune purred. She sounded so smug that Ei found it almost infuriating. It made her blood boil, but it was not anger. It was the furthest thing from anger. “And you couldn’t help but claim her for yourself.”

“Maybe,” Ei said levelly, “That was a mistake.”

“Or maybe,” Yae hummed coquettishly, “you just like standing here, in front of all of Tenshukaku, with your hand in my mouth.”

Instantly, Ei flinched back. She only barely realized where she was, and only moved away once the scandal of it became clear. “That’s… neither here nor there.”

“Of course not, Almighty Shogun.” Instantly, Yae leaned right into her, hand on her lower half, chests pushed right up together. “It has nothing to do with you wanting to pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out, hm…?”

Ei went red all over again. A flush of heat ran through her lower half at the same time, making her dick stir. She hated the fact that Yae could always get such a rise out of her, but there was no denying just how alluring her fox was. 

“That’s the last thing on my mind,” she insisted.

Miko pouted at her. “Awwww… what a shame. And here, I thought you were getting my hopes up.”

“You have ridiculous hopes,” Ei said flatly. She could not truly hide the way that Miko’s sinful gaze, her lovable flutter of the lashes, made her feel. It was so hot, so bothersome, and it distracted her entirely. Having Miko pressed up against her, chest to chest, was honestly not doing good things to her mental stamina.

“Then I suppose,” Miko whispered, “I’m just going to have to try harder. ”

She winked at Ei before pulling back. She said nothing else when she drifted away, and offered no words at all when she started to walk back down the stairs of Tenshukaku, her hips swinging and swaying in an eye-catching, mouth-drying way. Ei stared, half-helpless, as her head priestess just walked away from her. She couldn’t stop staring, really. She swore, if Miko moved any more than that, she’d be getting an eyeful of her ass.

Belatedly, Ei realized that Miko had never actually told her why she was there in the first place.

Going out to dinner with Miko felt like a trap in and of itself, honestly. Ei enjoyed being around her friend, she loved her presence, but there was absolutely no hiding the fact that she was a little shit at the best of times and a total tease at the worst of them. She took every opportunity she could to rile her up, and the Shogun was driven halfway up a wall before she even agreed to go out with her.

Days of interruptions at work, bursting into her office during meetings, throwing herself at her in public, or even sending her salacious mail at work, Ei was at her wit’s end. Yae Miko was an absolute tease, and it took everything in the Shogun’s willpower not to do something very, very stupid to her. Or with her. Something like that. In every case, it seemed like the best choice was to ignore it, but that was hard.

Then, Miko began to send concubines over to Tenshukaku, bypassing Sara Kujo’s authority entirely by citing Yae’s provisional authority as Guuji of the Electro Archon, and Ei really did find herself at her limit. Dismissing women that had no place in her throne room and trying to explain to her subordinates that, no, she did not call for them, and no, it was not, in fact, the role of the Guuji to send over ladies-in-waiting for her pleasure - at that point, she really had no other recourse but to oblige Miko in her request to go out for the night.

A night on the town, she called it. That part seemed innocent enough, really. What wasn’t innocent was having to shut Miko up every third word because she decided to talk too loudly about how good Ei was in bed, or how big she was. When they got to the restaurant - a gorgeous place that basically pulled out all the stops for the Almighty Shogun herself - it was an exercise in restraint, attempting her best to stop Miko from doing anything incriminating.

That, unfortunately, entailed shoving Miko off her lap, stopping her from shoving her hand under her kimono, and further, from pointing out every hot girl in view and suggesting that the Shogun 'exercise her authority and pull her over to the bedroom’. All Ei wanted to do was eat and talk in normalcy, and instead, she ended up practically finger-feeding Miko fried tofu.

“The sake is quite good,” Ei had said at one point, trying to diffuse the latest round of ‘feed Miko out of the palm of her hand’.

“That’s seven-hundred-thousand-Mora sake,” Miko told her. “I’d hope it’s good.”

“Only the best,” Ei chuckled, and hefted her glass up in salute.

“Wanna do body shots next?” Miko had purred instead. “You can drink all that expensive sake right off of me…”

Ei, naturally, buried her face in her cup, then shoved Miko aside as politely as she could.

Her laugh haunted her the entire time. 

Dinner led out into a night in the city: Inazuma city, her city. Humanity had never really settled it before the Electro Archon, before Baal, Makoto, had led them there. Of course, Ei had done all the fighting to unite the warring lands of Inazuma, and it had been her sword that cleared out the city for them, yet Makoto had built it up. After centuries, after millennia, she could see the fruits of those labours clear-handed.

The city was massive and beautiful, a true capital to rival any other. It had only grown larger with each year of her isolation, and given that she’d handed control of city planning to the various officials present there, she wasn’t entirely aware of each new district that had popped up. As familiar as it all was, it was also distinctly unique in many circumstances, and she enjoyed the simplicity of that exploration.

Still, as she followed Miko’s lead, she had to ask, “Where are you leading me, Miko? I don’t recognize this street.”

Miko wrapped her arms around Ei’s, tugged it up, and pressed it against her chest. She leaned against her as a lover might, and that distracted the Shogun for a long moment. “Awww… don’t you trust me, Ei?”

Ei cursed her fluttering heart and her overactive libido. Staring down at a woman that gorgeous, someone who was happily throwing herself at her, was distracting. “Trust has nothing to do with it.”

Miko giggled. “I love that sly glib of yours.” She threaded their hands together. “It’s a new district, relatively speaking. I doubt you’ve ever seen it before. Come along, now.”

Ei did, in fact, follow along. It was probably not her best choice, and she knew it was a mistake right when she hit a street lit with red lanterns, lined with lacquered wood, and set with sultry, suggestive signs. Her eyes widened fractionally as she gazed upon that ‘new space’, but everything about it was old and familiar. It was a sight she had seen laid out in a thousand different ways across her history.

“Yae Miko,” she said levelly, “you told me that you were taking me for ice-cream.”

“I am,” Miko said glibly. “It’s at the other end of the street.”

Ei gritted her teeth together. “Miko…”

She looked around. Red lights spilled in from the open doors of wood-faced buildings, and smooth music was offered by boisterous street performers. Men and women that had drunk a bit too much were wandering about, some stumbling, some listless, most of them in the company of another; arms wrapped around their willing, giggling partners. Here and there, Ei saw someone pushing up a girl in too-scandalous manners of dress against a wall, or against a window, greedily pawing at their flesh or ravenously making out with one another.

At every corner, in every doorway, was a beauty wrapped up in scandalous clothing. They waved their fans and fluttered their kerchiefs to draw attention to them, and where a man or a woman would offer something, there was a quick exchange of Mora; and there they would be tugged inside, behind closed doors, drawing into private comfort for about ten minutes at a time.

“...This is a red light district,” she hissed. “I’m walking down a street filled with prostitutes and whores. ”

“Oh, are we? ” Miko pouted with exaggeration. She flicked her ears around gently, making her Vision - her fake one, at least - jingle gently. “Goodness me! I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere back there!”

“Miko…” Ei felt her hands clench. Wherever she looked, people were starting to flinch backward. She was a god. She was an Archon. The people there, the drunks and the prostitutes, stared at her as if the world had been turned upside down. “...Do you understand how problematic this is?”

Her Guuji, her damned priestess, shrugged. “What are you talking about? We’re just going for a walk. It’s your city, after all.”

Ei resisted the urge to pinch her nose. She really was running hot right then, her brain almost fuming with the idea that Miko would lead her to the red light district. She was the damned ruler of Inazuma, of the continent. She couldn’t be going around walking down streets of painted whores. That would be a scandal. She couldn’t afford scandals after what she had been through, really.

“I can’t be strutting along a red light district,” Ei said in a voice of gravel. “Do you - no. I’ll tell you how bad that looks. I’ve got a region of my country that was in active rebellion. I’ve got people that have been oppressed by my decrees. I've got a government that looks to me to lead properly for the first time in recent memory. And now, I’m walking around in the red light district as if I have no cares in the world.”

“Well, don’t you?” Miko asked. “No cares, that is.”

Ei glared at her. “Are you even listening? ” 

“The way I see it, the Almighty Shogun can do whatever she wants,” Yae said defiantly. “And as her head priestess, I know best.”

Ei hissed through her nose and ground her molars together. “You know best, do you?”

“Of course, I am your priestess,” Miko chirped. She leaned into Ei more fully, squishing her breasts against her arm, and waved her hand. “Besides, aren’t these women so beautiful?”

Ei tore her attention away from the genuinely gorgeous woman on her arm, then over to the painted whores around on the sides of the street. “That’s neither here nor there.”

“You could pick any one of them if you wanted,” Miko purred. “And they’d be happy for it. They wouldn’t even charge you for a quick lay, you know?”

Ei huffed from deep in her chest and tried to ignore the way that Yae Miko was squished up against her. “ Miko. ”

“Or… is that not enough for my Almighty Archon’s stamina?” Miko breathed deeply. “Maybe, we can just book one of these fine establishments for the night, hm? The entire thing, every girl, just there to service you… ”

Ei let out a low, paced breath. She felt her stamina waning, her self-control dissipating. “Miko, I don’t want anyone servicing me.” 

“Oh?” The Kitsune fluttered her lashes up at her. “Not interested in women anymore, or something? Goodness me, back in the day, you went through a new concubine a week -”

“ Yae Miko, ” Ei said thickly, her frustration welling up deep in her throat, “I really don’t have interest in other women. Alright? Stop. This. Foolishness.”

“But I think you do. ” The Kitsune grinned, all sharp-edged teeth. “I think you’re just a frustrated little Archon, desperate for a good fuck. ”

“ I’m not the one that’s desperate,” Ei told her. “You are. You’re the one that wants a good fuck.”

“I know,” Miko breathed, her voice so low and throaty that it distracted Ei entirely. “I’ve been waiting for it for centuries. The Shogun can’t even fuck me right, darling. Even my shrine maidens do better, and they’re just girls compared to you.”

Ei’s eyes flashed with electricity. “Other girls, is that it?”

Miko smiled like a fisherman that got a bite. “A girl has needs.”

Ei’s expression became darker, more hooded, when Miko circled around her, got in front of her, and ran her hands along the flanks of her body - right there in public, face to face with the Shogun, hands sliding along her curves. 

“But I suppose,” Miko sighed wistfully, “You’re just not up to it anymore, hm? Lost that touch? ” She leaned in. “I was hoping you’d fuck me right… but, well, there are all these dashing men and women around here. I suppose I could find myself some fun.”

Yae Miko began to twist away. Ei, for that moment, honestly just saw red. She was becoming more incensed, more thunderous, while her teasing minx of a companion strutted around with swaying, sultry hips.

“Oh, look at that, ” Yae drawled with exaggeration, and pointed with a lazy finger. “I know him! ”

She pointed at a drunk-looking man, a warrior, perhaps. Ei narrowed her eyes and genuinely resisted the urge to smite him down then and there.

“Goodness, he was such a good fuck, ” Yae exclaimed, seemingly happy. Ei was not smart enough, or skilled enough, to know if Yae Miko was lying or not. It didn't matter. The words themselves inspired such anger inside of Ei that the sky above momentarily darkened. “Not a great lover, but knows how to give it hard.”

Ei gritted her teeth together. The merest assumption of some man touching her Yae Miko was… well, she wasn’t even sure she’d been that angry when she struck down Orobashi.

“Oh, goodness, and look at that, ” Miko cooed. “Lady Yukari! She’s quite the pleaser of women, let me tell you… and she does quite literally anything for a few Mora. Why, all the stories I could say…”

Jealousy and anger thickened in Ei’s throat. She had no right, really, to comment on anything that might have happened when she was away; she’d lost that right. But, whether it was teasing or not, the merest indication of it infuriated her beyond belief. She stood there in the middle of the street while Miko sashayed on ahead, hips swinging, body wriggling, her finger lazily pointing out every random hick there as if she’d been laid by them.

“Maybe I’ll just go over for a quick hello?” Miko looked over her shoulder at her. “You wouldn’t mind, would you, Ei?”

Ei did, in fact, mind. Her eyes were burning. Her expression was so dark, so possessive, that to be in her presence would be to fall to one’s knees in total awe. Miko knew it. She smiled, and started to move away. She was doing it on purpose, and worse, Ei knew it. Ei knew she was being led around by the nose. She knew she was being horribly teased about it. 

Knowing that didn’t help her in the least, and her frustration was at a boiling point. Going through all that teasing, listening to Miko’s incessant flirting, and then watching all that drift away like a sakura petal on the breeze with the mere indication of another’s company - 

Well. Ei’s jealousy and possessiveness was a force far more potent than her libido, that was for sure.

She grabbed Miko by the wrist. She pulled her in toward her, yanking on her like a twig, and listened to that fox-like yelp of pleasure. She tugged her in toward her and nearly smashed their bodies together, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. She grabbed her fox’s chin and propped it up, then all but slammed her thumb down against her lip; pushing, forcing it down, applying pressure that made the girl whimper just that much more.

“Really, Miko?” Ei asked her in a low, guttural, and dangerous voice. “This is how you want to play it?”

Miko opened her mouth to speak. 

Ei pressed her thumb down against her tongue, her movements now totally, entirely possessive. “No, no words. Move your head. Only your head.”

Miko nodded. The way her eyes shone was almost addictive. 

Ei let out a low, terse breath. Permission, consent, had been given - and that was really it.

She wrenched her fox around, and without so much as a second thought, forced her into a nearby alleyway. It was a drab, dingy thing set between two buildings of lacquered wood; small little ‘steps’ formed inclines on their sides, but there was nothing in the shabby, cobbled alleyway proper. It was empty, and it was sordid. Ei could only imagine how many people had been bent over there for a few Mora.

Ei slammed Miko into the nearest wall, careless as that. She did not hesitate. She continued not to hesitate when she grabbed Miko by her wrists and slammed them above her head, pinning them down. Yae Miko fidgeted, her eyes shining, almost glistening. Ei’s eyes were shining too, but they glowed with electro power rarely seen by mortals. 

“You really are just a tease, aren’t you?” Ei scoffed, but her voice was warm and thick, almost teasing. “I don’t ever remember you being this wordy. ”

Miko grinned, showing off all her fox teeth. “It’s not my fault the Shogun can’t fuck worth a damn.”

Ei eyed her Kitsune up. When she spoke, it was downright guttural. “And whose fault is it?”

“Yours,” Miko accused. She still looked shockingly smug, despite being pressed against a wall with her hand pinned above her head. 

Ei hummed from deep in her throat. “If you want to act like an airheaded whore, Miko, then I’m just going to have to treat you like one.”

Miko bit her lower lip. “And how are you going to do that? ”

Ei smirked, then, and released Yae’s hands for long enough to grab the top of her head. “By getting you down on your knees.”

Yae Miko almost seemed to quiver at her touch. “Right here? In this dirty, sultry little alley?”

“Wherever I tell you to,” Ei almost growled. “Down, Miko. Get down on your knees for your god.”

The words, quite frankly, were almost ridiculous, but with Ei’s hand on her head, applying rough, eager pressure, Yae Miko couldn’t really resist. She could not stop Ei from all but shoving her down, pushing her to the ground like some cheap slut. She didn’t even try to resist falling to her knees there, bare skin grinding against the rough stone floor. In seconds, the pink-haired Guuji was down on her knees, hands against her skin, like a worshipper in supplication.

Ei spoke no words, not yet, but there was thunderous hunger in her eyes when she stared down. One hand remained on Miko’s head, but the other retreated down to pull at the folds of her clothes. That was easy; she dressed for ease of movement and access. She pushed lilac cloth to the side, then jammed her fingers into tight, clinging shorts of lacy design. Briefs, really, but terminology mattered for nothing.

It kept her manhood in place, though right then, the capabilities of her clothing were positively strained. She was hard as a rock, harder than she had been in ages, and her hardon had already pushed up from her high-set waistband. Ridiculous, really, but Ei was quite beyond caring. With her teasing Kitsune staring up at her, the Shogun very quickly, very deftly pulled her cock free, drawing it out with a few rough movements.

That part was difficult. She was huge, of course. Every word that Yae Miko had conveyed to Sara Kujou - and verily, every other damned maiden at Tenshukaku - about Ei’s dick was more or less entirely wrong. Not because Miko exaggerated, but because she didn’t exaggerate enough. Telling Sara that Ei had the biggest, fattest dick in Inazuma didn't convey size very well, and measuring it out to blushing housemaids in the corners of the royal baths didn’t truly show reality.

Reality was that Ei packed serious heat, and it took more than a few tugs to draw out twelve full, wrist-thick inches of hearty, heavy cock. A giant slab of a thing, really, a forearm, a short-sword in its own right, that swung around fearsomely. Ei knew from experience that the big girls assumed that she was often small, that no one really expected to see a footlong of a dick swing forward from her rolling, shapely hips.

Miko knew, though. She saw it, and her eyes widened. Her mouth parted too, a silent, husky breath leaving her lips. Ei had not done anything to herself, or her sizes, upon creating her new body. She’d not made herself bigger or smaller. She didn’t need to do anything to herself at all, but she’d been focused on keeping herself, synthetic or otherwise, as pure as possible, as true to form as the Shogun had always been. 

She had always been that big, and Miko had always salivated over it. Right then was no different, not when the Shogun’s dick cast a shadow over her face. Miko licked her lips in something like awe. It never failed to amuse Ei when she saw such things. Her head priestess was, when it came down to it, a greedy, self-indulgent thing, always chasing a high that only her Shogun could provide.

“Be a good girl for me,” Ei ordered in a low, rumbling voice, “And open your mouth.”

Miko looked up at her. “What if I don’t?”

Ei stared her down. “You will. ”

Ei pressed her hand down on Miko’s head. She pulled, firmly urging her upward. The weight of her cock swung down to smack against a cheek, unceremoniously using it as a rest. Soft, smooth female skin rubbed against that vascular meat, sending a strange thrill along her spine. She had not felt something like that in a long, long time, and she had to admit that just seeing her dick up against the Kitsune’s face was marvellous.

“Well,” Miko husked in a voice of pure debauchery, “Since you asked so nicely… ”

She parted her lips - and did nothing more. She just sort of knelt there, hands on her knees, body in a picture-perfect display of supplication, but did nothing. The ball was in Ei’s court, which was exactly what Miko wanted. The Shogun, almighty though she was, truly was not above submitting to her baser urges, and so there was no hesitation in her mind at all when she pushed on the woman’s head.

“Down,” Ei ordered, her voice a tight, controlled demand. She pushed on the top of Miko’s head, and she pushed her down onto the thickness of her cock. It was quite as simple as that. Ei’s control was as ironclad as she wanted it to be; nothing could budge her or shift her if she was not inclined to it. Yae Miko, with her open and waiting, was very much subject to that. 

The Ktisune showed not an ounce of hesitation. She was not displeased. If anything, she looked almost happy to have her Shogun manhandling her head down, pushing her onto the thickness of her cock. There was no hesitation there, no scream or indication or reluctance. Of course, Ei knew there wouldn’t have been. That was how it had been, back in the day. The willing, pliant Kitsune, and her firm, strong, unyielding lover.

Times had changed. Ei was starting to think that Yae Miko hadn’t changed very much at all. One way or the other, it didn't matter. Whatever it was, Ei pushed on the top of that fuzzy head of pink hair and guided her Kitsune down the slab of her cock, filling her mouth with the thickness of her shaft. That hard, heavy meat pushed along past her lips, over her tongue, and against her cheeks. That slab of white flesh guided walls apart, lodging them out nice and wide for herself.

Yae Miko offered a sultry gurgle as she was forced down onto the cock, but that was it. No reluctance. She did not fight against Ei’s grip, and neither did Ei just shove her down. Her hand was a guiding one, applying force, urging the Kitsune down, but not rough. Not yet, at least. Yae Miko went down of her own will, and she slurped up the hardness of the Shogun’s cock with nowhere near as much reluctance as one might have expected.

She sank down. With EI’s hand behind her, cupping her pink head of hair, the Kitsune sank down onto her cock. Her jaw stretched, her lips slid open, and her hot mouth almost greedily accepted the shaft ahead. Her tongue fluttered out into a nice, squishy heap, acting as a carpet for EI’s pleasure. The way it rolled down was so satisfying, so sinful, and Ei found it hard not to groan at such a feeling. It had been a very long time since she’d felt such things, after all. Getting accustomed to it was a tricky prospect.

The warmth, the squishiness, the raw, brimming heat, all of it was rather nice. Very nice. Her cock tingled at the touch of it, taking clear, indelible satisfaction from it. A hot mouth, an eager one, wrapped around her cock was a pleasure she’d not felt in far too long. Her fingers curled when a soft, eager sigh left her – a sound that made Miko’s ears quirk up and her purple eyes flick over to meet her gaze.

Ei stared her down. Firmly. Unyieldingly. Her gaze was one of ire, upset that Yae Miko had driven her up the wall to such an extent – but there was warmth there, too, and a hunger that was centuries in the making. Her fingers curled and pushed Yae Miko down just that much more, forcing cockmeat deep into her mouth. The Kitsune sputtered at the sudden force, and her own hands, long since hovering by her knees, curled.

“You’re going to suck my cock like a good girl, yes?” Ei asked, her voice low and thick and dangerous. “Because that's what you are for me, right?”

Yae Miko, naturally, couldn’t respond. She knelt there diligently, like a shrine maiden in supplication. Maybe, in a manner of speaking, she was. Ei didn’t really care much, and simply husked out a low, terse breath of sinful enjoyment. She licked her lips and held Miko about her cock, the head of it pushing and prodding at the entrance of a slick, wet throat. She had a good third of it lodged inside, maybe a bit more – some five inches of cock, happily embraced by the Kitsune’s fang-lined mouth.

Ei stared her down. She held her there, not pushing, not doing anything more than holding her; she kept her lodged on her cock. She allowed herself to indulge in the pleasures of a warm, eager mouth, while Yae Miko was left to struggle around the clogging shaft that had claimed her. The Kitsune remained happy on her knees, however, not doing anything one way or the other, simply inhaling the scent of EI’s dick. It was a hot, sloppy moment of gentle gurgles and little sputters, all of which filled Ei’s ears.

“Your mouth has always been one of your most attractive features,” Ei told her Familiar, eyes shining bright. “Sassy, teasing, and perfectly suited for taking my cock.”

Such words would never leave the Almighty Shogun’s mouth in any other situation, but Yae Miko had driven her up a wall. The teasing, the antics, the clear desire to get her into bed, all of it had added up just too much. She had not snapped, however. She had not lost sense. No, she was greedily claiming what was hers before she could be driven to a point where she did something truly stupid.  

“Maybe,” Ei said, “That’s the only thing your mouth is good for.”

She didn’t really mean it, but Yae Miko did not have to know that. All she had to do was kneel there and shiver at the indication of her words, like the good, slutty little fox she had turned out to be. She quivered when Ei pulled with her hand, guiding her head up and along her shaft. The wet noises that spilled from those lips were so sinful as to be intoxicating, and the Shogun lavished in them. She shouldn’t have had, but it was too enjoyable to think twice about.

She hummed thickly. She pulled Yae off her cock, drawing that sloppy mouth across the many thick inches of her meat. Girl-flesh throbbed powerfully in Miko’s mouth, and she felt a tongue curl and press against her accordingly. It was a soft, squishy sensation, a warm, writhing carpet of pleasure, and one that she could happily embrace. It had been far too long since Ei had felt those simple pleasures, and feeling them all again was a distinct enjoyment.

But she wouldn’t let them defeat her. she was in control, her hand like iron, and Yae Miko was her little teasing fox-girl. With a happy little grunt and nothing more, Ei manhandled her right back down, stopping the girl before she could even get to that thick, meaty tip. Eu had total control over Miko’s head, and she used it to get what she wanted. She shoved her right down, feeding her thick, girthy cock into the deliciously wet heat of a sloppy Kitsune’s mouth.

Yae Miko gurgled at her touch. She didn’t do anything more than tha, really. She knelt there, fingers curling against her knees, her eyes staring up at Ei as if to convey emotion. Diligent and obedient, even though the Shogun knew it was just a ruse. The odds of her being some obedient fox-girl was near to impossible, but for that moment, the Almighty Shogun had her in the palm of her hand – quite literally, in every respect that mattered.

“This is a much better look for you, Miko,” Ei said, her voice low and guttural. “Much better than that teasing front you put on.”

She shoved her down without thinking twice about it. She stuffed up her mouth with her cock, and she stretched out her jaw to rather obscene degrees. It didn't matter how shallow she was going; her dick was huge, and Yae Miko might have had experience, but nowhere near enough. She couldn’t stop herself from sputtering around the length of that hard, thick meat, and she couldn’t prevent her eyes from wincing when it went particularly deep.

When Ei held her down, she could only sputter, the sound wet and thick in her own throat. The shaft laid claim to her mouth, and she struggled to fit her mouth around it. The Shogun, the Puppet, had not been anywhere near as firm about it. That much was clear, for otherwise, Miko would have handled herself a lot better. The thought, such as it was, was amusing. Ei rather liked that; it filled her breast with warm, jealous feelings.

“Your mouth never lost its touch,” she told Yae, whilst holding her down as far as she could. The head of her cock pressed against the entrance of her throat, jabbing down against soft, sp]ongey flesh. That warm mouth surrounded her from top to bottom, warming her shaft with saliva. It was utterly pleasant, and she enjoyed it fully. “I’d almost forgotten just how enjoyable it was.”

Yae Miko sputtered. She gurgled. She offered sloppy, lewd noises that were so unlike herself, and Ei listened to every single one of them. It didn't matter that she was not normally so hostile or aggressive about it, or that she was allowing herself to be overwhelmed by sensation. Yae Miko always did that to her. She always drew out the best, and worst, allowing Ei to really experience what it meant to be ‘alive’.

So, she returned the favour and manhandled her head up and down her cock. Her grip was like iron, preventing Yae from getting a movement in edgewise. She slurped and suckled at that broad, hard meat, as it worked through her mouth by a pace not of her own choosing. It was not fast. It was not rough. It was overwhelmingly measured, perfectly paced by someone that had control. Any resistance Miko might have offered fled her, and any ability to fight back was gone.

Ei had control, and she used it perfectly. She guided her Ktisune’s head up and down by her hair alone, thoroughly manhandling her. Yae slurped and sputtered about her shaft, offering weak, wet noises, but that was it. She did not stop looking up, and she did not move from her sloppy pose. If anyone looked into the alley right then, they would have seen the Shogun – and they would know it was her – with someone that looked like Guuji Yae on her knees, being manhandled like any other cheap prostitute.

Ei loved it. Maybe she should not have, but as she pulled and pushed on that beautiful head of hair, she felt nothing but pleasure. Up and down; her hard muscles curled with synthetic power as she pushed Miko along her shaft. She guided her face without a care in the world, forcing her down as fast as she could, then up as far as she wanted. Yae’s head was hers to control, her mouth a pleasure-hole to enjoy – and enjoy, she did.

Maybe, it was degrading. Maybe, it was crude. Yae Miko would have told her as such, probably. Her whims were that of the Raidne Shogun, and she loved what Ei loved. It was a well-worn game between them, and Ei knew she pushed no boundaries when she took the fox like a cheap slut. It might have been crude, but her skilled, calculated eyes detected the miniature shudders of foxy flesh, the little quivers of enjoyment that came with being so manhandled.

“That’s my good little Kitsune,” Ei husked down at her, tone thick with want. “See? Sometimes, you remember your place.”

Up and down. Her hand manhandled the Guuji as if it meant nothing, turning the mouth of an old, ancient Yokai into a pleasure-hole. It was not graceful, but it did not have to be. Miko’s infamous mouth rolled along her shaft, its every function turned toward the pleasure of the Shogun’s cock alone. The Kitsune slurped and suckled at hard, dense dick, all at the behest of EI’s hand. Up and down, back and forth again, her lips rolling and suckling in the very best of ways.

Ei had not felt it in a long time, and so she lavished in it. Her control, the mouth, it was all nice. Saliva bubbled up from past those fine, teasing lips, and left gentle, sloppy lines in their wake. It was all so lewd, and Ei took it all in. She almost greedily consumed a sight she had believed she would never see again. She loved it, really. It was hot, and she couldn’t pretend otherwise. Centuries of meditation, and now….

“I recall that you were more skilled than this, however,” Ei said curtly, but her voice was still filled with warm, wry derision. “I wonder if that still holds.”

It was not a question. It was a declaration. Yae Miko got no say in it when Ei pushed her down harder, forced her down deeper; the Guuji could only sputter, eyes wincing down, as she was forced all the way into Eis’ cock. Not just the six inches that composed the halfway mark, no, but the entire, meaty thing, dropped into her mouth, and then her throat, with wet ease.

Ei did not hesitate. She pushed Miko down, and she forced her cock into that wet throat ahead. The head of her dick pushed down and led the way, and soon, the many thick inches of herself followed. She dropped Miko’s head and stuffed her mouth, and sooner after, her throat, with the royal cock. It was quite as simple as that. She forced her Familiar to throat her cock, and they both did it as easily as one would take a breath.

The pink-furred Kitsune gurgled. She sputtered, the sound indignant and sloppy beyond measure. Fingers curled and eyes winced down as twelve full inches of hard-packed dick dropped into her throat, stuffing it up and filling it to the very aching brim. There was nothing more to it than that. The truncheon of a shaft forced everything to expand around it, and then clogged it all up with her hardness. Airways were stuffed, the ability to swallow was taken away, and soon, the cock left Miko’s neck visibly bulging.

Yae Miko gurgled and gasped around her shaft. Her nails curled hard against her own knees, and her eyes watered at the sudden, forceful feeling. Yet, all Ei did was hold her down and groan in pleasure. It was a feeling she had not experienced in a long time, and she was almost in love with it. That tight, squishy sheath of flesh around her was gorgeous; the wet clinging heat was delectable. She felt each swallow and desperate gasp for air in perfect detail, and it acted like a warm, soothing massage for her prick.

When Miko swallowed, she felt it pull at her dick. When she slurped, she felt it wash against her. saliva bubbled up more thickly than ever, welling in the depths of a throat and bulging up along a sloppy, manicured mouth. Yae’s eyes nearly closed themselves, tears prickling at their corners, as her windpipe was stuffed and her throat made to bulge to degrees too obscene for words. She was held straight down on the cock until her nose was practically nuzzling the Shogun’s firm flesh, and Ei loved it.

She held her down for a long, long moment. Yae was lodged on every last bit of her cock, the entirety of it slammed down into her throat. The Kitsune could do nothing but inhale her shaft and breathe it in, and that made it all nice and sloppy. Wet, slick heat bathed her shaft, and a soft, tight throat rippled around Ei in a near-perfect massage. She knew it could be better, but for someone with several centuries of being out of the game, her puppet left to take up the slack of pleasuring Miko, it felt amazing.

“Not bad,” was what she said. “Almost as nice as I remember it.”

She stared down at the flush-faced, sloppy-mouthed Guuji, and she grinned. She held her down in that lurid deepthroat and simply enjoyed the sight of I tall. The sputters, the gurgles, they were music to her ears. A gorgeous parade of lurid activity which was, really, absolutely perfect for her.

“But you’re right,” Ei declared all too suddenly. “A woman like you needs to be fucked into the wall, doesn’t she?”

Ei pulled Miko off her cock with a roughness that was almost untoward. She ripped her free of that twelve-inch behemoth of cock, and the sound that left her throat was so sloppy as to be perverse. Pink hair fluttered as Yae Miko reeled away from the Shogun’s dick, trails and strings of saliva still yet connecting her to that white slab of meat. She coughed and sputtered, immediately trying to fill her lungs and throat.

“G-Goodness, Ei,” Miko almost wheezed, “I d-didn’t think you still had it in you!”

“Had what in me?” Ei leaned over, grabbed her Kitsune’s chin, and hefted her face upright so that she could stare at her. “You thought I couldn’t lay claim to what’s mine?”

She grabbed Miko by the arms and hauled her to her feet with inordinate strength. Miko yelped, but the sound was one of strange pleasure. She was not expecting it, but she had been waiting for it. She shivered as she was dragged to her feet, her breath still coming out in a sharp wheeze. She gasped when Ei pulled her in and flipped up her short skirts, and she let out a whining breath when the Shogun’s powerful hands smashed down and dug into the soft meat of her ass.

“Because you are mine, Miko,” Ei told her in a rough, powerful voice. “And I know you as well as I know my own mind.”

She squeezed the woman’s soft ass, and felt a strange thrum of pleasure surge through her. It was so soft, so squishy, and just perfect. The white fabric that passed for lingerie was silky to the touch and not at all substantial, making it easy for her to bend and squeeze at it. Her touch was possessive, well beyond a grope, but Miko didn’t seem to care. Or, if she did, she did not show it, and Ei would not have cared anyhow. She dug down happily, bending flesh out of shape, and felt her chest swell.

“What happened,” Yae gasped, “to being embarrassed in public?”

“You happened,” Ei told her with a husky little laugh. “You always happen.”

She twisted Miko around, then, and abruptly grabbed her by the back of the neck. She shoved her forward without a care, bending her at the waist like one would any of the prostitutes in the district. She bent the infamous Guuji over at the waist, a near ninety-degree curve to her body. Totally, wholly degrading, and absolutely perfect for what Ei intended. 

“Oh!” Miko yipped pleasantly. “Goodness, Ei. I didn't think you could manage!”

“You are such a tease,” Ei told her. While Miko pressed her hands against the wooden wall ahead, Ei roughly grabbed that fine lingerie and quite abruptly tore at it. She was not gentle. She had no inclination to be so. She just pulled, nearly shredding it in her palm. When Miko gasped, the Shogun swung her hand down to smack her ass, clapping the plentiful flesh out of shape.

She really didn’t hesitate nearly as much as she should have – and she knew that she should have. She did not, not when she fondled that soft, fleshy ass ahead, and not when she used her hand to bring her cock up. With Yae bent at the waist so willingly, Ei really could not resist for much longer. She brought her cock up, that thickness swaying and swinging under its own weight, and hefted it forward. Getting into place really wasn’t as easy as she remembered it to be, though, and nudging herself forward almost felt awkward.

Miko stared over her shoulder at her, a wild look in her eyes. “The old Ei would have slammed that into me, already. What happened, darling? Did you forget how to use that fat thing?”

“You are insufferable,” Ei chuckled. “You’re lucky I love it.”

She brought her cock around and sent the head smacking against her Kitsune’s folds. She felt the wetness press against her. Yae Miko was so wet and puffy that it was no joke; she’d been wanting it badly. She wanted Ei to take control of her, to bend her over and slam into her. It was lewd, painfully so, but Ei lost any sort of time and place when she aligned herself with the woman’s soft cunt. Nothing really mattered right then but that.

“Come on, hurry up,” Miko husked. “Come on and give it to me!”

Ei did. She didn’t hesitate that much. She brought her hips around and moved her waist, nudging her dick forward. It had been a long time since she’d used her cock, though, and trying to get accustomed to what she was packing really wasn’t as easy as she wanted it to be. In the past, perhaps, she would have been able to slam forward, to just drive herself inside like the god she was. She had better control of her hips, then, and better understanding of how to move.

Right then, it was a much more awkward, hesitant push. She remained unsure of herself, really, but she did not lack for eagerness. With her blood boiling and her mind focused, she shoved herself forward, her cock stabbing all too suddenly against the warm, wet quim of her foxy familiar. Her Guuji, her priest, was left to gasp as the head of her Archon’s cock drove against the wetness of her slit, pounding against her core like nothing she’d experienced in the last decades.

Ei did not remember the best way to pump her hips, but she knew how to fuck. It had been a while, but the memories were still there, and her muscles still recalled what it was like. She pushed herself forward, one hand bracing her dick, the other set about the curve of Yae’s spine, and pushed down, she thrust forward, her hips sliding, forcing cockmeat inside at a quick, rough pace. It lacked for both elegance and pace, but that did not matter so much.

In an instant, her cockhead breached the wetness of Yae’s core. In the seconds afterward, she was pushing herself into that warm, damp embrace, forcing aside slick walls in a desperate fit of action. The sudden assault of heat and tightness truly took Ei back, for it had been such a long time that it was almost new to her – almost. It tickled at the foggy memories in the back of her skull, like a comb running through her hair; a pleasant feeling, a pleasurable one, and something that made her groan.

A soft, eager grunt left her as she pumped her hips and dropped her weight, driving her dick forward in a powerful sweep. Cockmeat ground against those walls as she urged herself forward, slamming the folds of a pussy aside as she tried to force her way inside. Her hips did not quite move how she wanted them to, though, and the angle of penetration was rather rough and awkward, but she enjoyed it damn well enough. The sensation of soft, pliant heat about her shaft, the squishiness of perfect walls, was really enough to make her grunt.

“Oh!” Miko whimpered. “Oh, Ei…!”

It was a soft, pleasurable sound, and one that made Ei hum from deep in her throat. She licked her teeth and grinned as she forced her shaft down, cockmeat grinding against that hot, wet cunt ahead of her. She pulled with her waist and tried to work muscles into action – muscles that had not been properly used in far too long. She sent her cock jamming downward, feeding that thick, powerful girth down into the loving insides of her Kitsune-Familiar; forcing her to accept her Shogun’s shaft with rough passion.

“You really were waiting for this, weren’t you?” Ei husked. “You’re soaking wet for me, Miko. You’re absolutely drenched.”

She drove herself into that warm, waiting hole, stretching it out by dint of girth alone. It was difficult to force her way inside, and she felt as if the movements were a bit too difficult for her to master quickly, but that hardly mattered. She husked, grunted, and pumped herself down, working out walls in a lustful press. She felt and watched as Miko squirmed ahead of her, the curve of her cloth-bound spine shaking. Ei remained almost composed, however, as she committed to the lewdness, and there was nothing but focus on her face as she threw herself forward.

“Archons,” Miko swore. “You’re so fucking big, it’s actually insane.”

“There we go,” Ei chuckled. “There’s the honest side of you I missed so much.”

She pumped her hips. She dropped her weight. She slammed forward as best as she could, spearing through that hot, spongey cunt in a broad stroke. She got more than half of her inside, then, maybe seven or eight inches, and hammered it forward into Yae. It was a swathe of cock that, for most, would have been incredible. For her, it was just over half of her shaft, with much more to go. Already, Miko mewled, her breath soft, lustful, and filled with desire.

She wanted it. She craved it. Ei was there to give it to her, and to enjoy herself in the process. So, she kept her bent at the waist, pressed against that wall ahead, much like some shameless hoe – and she pumped her hips forward at the same time, slamming her up with as much cock as she could manage. It was not an easy stroke, though. Still trying to grow familiar with her own body, she stopped some way into it, grunting as the head of her cock hit a particularly spongy wall.

“…Damn,” she breathed out, lust thick in her throat. “You feel just as wonderful as I remember.”

Her voice was thick with honesty, almost uncharacteristically so. She did not mind it. She did not think about it. She held onto Miko, her Miko, and pushed inward. She drove her shaft inside as best as she could, but the angle was awkward, the movement of her hips just wrong. It wasn’t the right alignment, and so penetration went awkwardly. She adjusted, though. She was always willing to adjust. Just like the buck and thrust of combat, she eased herself around, waist rolling, muscles flexing, and pulled.

Her cock slipped out. It was a fast, brusque movement, and she was sliding her shaft free in a wet heap. Miko offered a noise like a yip, her breath low and dangerous. It was exciting, as far as Ei was concerned. She rather liked it. She hummed from deep in her throat as she pinned the infamous Guuji up against the alley wall, her body bent at a ninety-degree angle, such that hair swung and breasts bounced with the weight of gravity. She was at her most vulnerable, and Ei, her most dominant.

Ei grinned, though it was a soft, subtle thing. She pressed molars together as she thrust up, trying to work her hips in the way she remembered from centuries past. That was not a simple thing, but she was determined. She thrust, her hips rolling, and she slammed the weight of her cock up into her Ktisune’s soft, pliant cunt. It was all so wet, so warm, and it made her head spin with dizzy thoughts. She husked out a low, tender breath, and she urged her body forward in rough, awkward alignment.  

The movements of her hips weren’t very skilled, and her cock was sent bouncing and grinding every inch of the way forward. It was all so clumsy, really, her dick moving at the wrong sorts of angles to really make it ‘good’ – but that did not stop Miko from moaning. It did not stop her from hissing and curling her fingers into the wood ahead of her. it didn’t stop Ei from feeling pleasure rush along her spine, filling her with things she’d long-since forgotten.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ei accused, a strange note of delight in her otherwise stoic voice. “You do. You’re soaking wet for it.”

“You’ve gotta get better material for – for your dirty talk,” Miko huffed. Her voice, however strong she tried to pretend she was, came out as a sloppy squeak. “Might I suggest a book?”

Ei chuckled. She laughed, really, as she leaned in, her hands pawing possessively at Miko’s flesh. She grabbed her hips and brought her hand down against her ass in a sharp, ringing smack, turning flesh to momentary jelly. Miko yelped as that soft, fluffy mound bounced at the dictation of the Archon’s hand, just as helpless as the rest of her body. That was all she was: helpless. Pliant. Dripping wet and horribly eager, as if she’d been waiting centuries for it.

“You might suggest nothing,” Ei told her, because she knew the game that Miko wanted. “You’re mine, Yae Miko. Or did you forget?”

She palmed her ass and slammed down into her soft, clenching core, her hips moving in rough arcs. She still couldn’t remember how to move like she used to, but that was fine. She just moved. She just moved her hips backward and forward, sawing that thick, huge shaft into Miko’s tightness. She didn’t bury herself all the way inside, and in fact, she couldn’t – Miko was tight as sin, squeezing and rippling around her like a vice, and moving twelve full inches into that was difficult.

But she moved hard, anyhow. She pounded herself forward at those rough, awkward angles, grinding the flesh of her cock against the spongy softness of Miko’s insides. All the Kitsune did was yelp at her touch and shiver for her shaft; if she had a problem with it, she expressed nothing. She likely would not. She wanted that roughness, that firmness, all the things that the Shogun had failed her in. She wanted something that only Ei, the real Archon, could give her.

“Yours,” Miko gasped, “Is relative –“

“It’s really not.” Ei brought her hand around and grabbed Miko by the chin, holding it like a little bird. “You’re mine, Miko. Only mine.”

She pressed her thumb against Yae’s lower lip. She felt the fox nip at her, genuinely bite down with her fangs, but the Shogun only laughed. She leaned in even more, possessively covering the pink-haired Guuji. Her hips worked in deep, driving as much of her cock inside as she could – so many inches, really, that Yae could not help but whine. Her pussy was stuffed with a cock that was bigger than any other in Inazuma, and the woman really, truly felt it.

“Feisty,” Ei husked. “I love that about you.”

She pushed her finger into that nipping, biting mouth. She shoved it inside, careless and firm. Miko protested, naturally. She wouldn’t let Ei dictate the terms of their coupling without being a little minx about it, but there was no stopping the Shogun from digging her fingers into Miko’s mouth. She slammed them down, filling up the area just behind her teeth with her fingers. A soft, wet tongue moved out to slap against her, but all Ei did was casually, breezily pin it down, muffling it with her fingers.

“That’s it,” Ei told the woman below her. “Moan around my fingers.”

She pressed against her tongue, fighting off its wriggling protestations. She was aware of Miko tightening her jaw, biting down on her fingers in a way that would likely leave a mark come tomorrow, but it wasn’t as if she cared at all. Ei didn’t find it bothersome. She just pushed, pinning her mouth down, almost prying her jaw open with her fingers. At the same time, her hips rolled and pushed, guiding cockmeat deep into that pliant, snug cunt.

She fucked Miko against the wall of the alley, shamelessly plowing into her. her hips struggled to find a proper beat, a right angle, but she was relentless and without hesitation. She pounded that fat shaft deep into her pussy, filling up more and more by the second. Inches and inches worked into her, nailing with power and passion. She buried more of her shaft inside with every passing second, and the rough, awkward angle of it all only seemed to get Miko off even more. 

“Moan for me,” the Shogun said, “Like the gorgeous little slut that you are.”

Miko groaned around her fingers. The sound was almost guttural, and it matched Miko’s feisty demeanour and attitude. Ei thought that it was all rather hot, really. She liked seeing the woman shake in front of her, and she loved the way that she so readily took her cock. It might have been the totally wrong thing to do, just slamming into her like some shameless whore in an alleyway – but really, Ei was too riled up to care.

She was sure that people saw them. Definitely, some of the people walking by would have noticed. No one was going to stop and stare, and no one was going to comment. It was more than just the natural anonymity of a red light district. She was the Almighty Shogun, and no one would risk her retribution by doing something as silly as that. It offered her a brief safety, and she took advantage of that all too willingly.

“You’re so nice and tight around me,” Ei said, her voice almost an octave lower. “Maybe you were right. Maybe, you really haven’t been fucked right since I left.”

She hammered up into Miko driving ten full inches into her snug cunt. She felt walls shudder and ripple around her with each sloppy press inside,a dn felt nothing but glee from it. That tight vice of flesh, those squishy, compressive inner walls, hit her just right. It was a gorgeous embrace of velvet that she couldn’t get enough of, and no matter how silly the situation was, she couldn’t help but pound the gorgeous woman just that much more – and more, and more besides.

She pressed down with her fingers. She played with Miko’s flexing, writhing tongue, preventing her from really speaking. She tried to offer words, but each one came out in a pathetic, sloppy little gasp – music to Ei’s ears, honestly. She savoured that mewling, muffled speech, and she did not mind the bubbling saliva nor nipping teeth. Miko’s mouth was hers to enjoy, just as much as the rest of her soft, perfect body.

“Mmffffgh,” Miko spat around her fingers. “Sh-sho-gun fushs me bessher-“

Ei smirked. She leaned in, dropped her hips, and pulled her fingers free to play with a lower lip. “What was that?”

“The Shogun fucks me better,” Miko spat out, her voice quick and rushed.

Ei chuckled. “Yes, that’s what I thought you said.”

Ei brought her hand around, then. Hard, fast, and absolutely brutal, she swung her palm down and smashed it against the fat, doughy curve of Miko’s ass. Flesh compressed and clapped in equal measure, the white of her flesh sinking down at the behest of her hand. The sound of smacking washed through the entire alleyway, so loud that it drew eyes inside - and then those eyes turned away in fear.

“Fuc sshshhhk! ” 

Yae Miko’s harsh, groaning moan was immediately muffled by Ei’s fingers. Quite simply, she stabbed them right back inside, and that time, she curled them around to stab against Miko’s cheek. The Kitsune squeaked, the sounds sloppy and wet. Her spine arched as Ei shoved her fingers into her mouth and hooked out her cheek, pushing it out nice and wide. She practically shoved her fingers in up the knuckles as she fishhooked her friend, treating her like the teasing slut she so wanted to pretend she was. 

Her mouth was under control, and Ei abused that power happily. Mouth stuffed, cheek hooked out, Yae sort of wordlessly moaned and drooled about her hand. It wasn’t because Ei was some sort of sex god, no, band more simply because Miko was just that horny. She had been waiting for it for a long time, apparently, and Ei only really understood at that moment just how bad the girl wanted it. She’d been needy for years, and now, she got what she wanted all at once.

Ei couldn’t rightly disappoint her, then. Happily, she hooked her cheek out and pushed her hips forward, slamming into Miko in long, deep arcs of action. Her cock split into the sodden length of her cunt, working walls out around her with delicious, enthusiastic intent. She hammered forward, cockmeat plowing into her delicious tightness, working walls out around her as if it was the easiest thing in the world. 

She stuffed up her insides just as much as her mouth, and there was still yet more to go. Ten inches of dick jammed into her, but Ei was almost desperate to get the rest in, too. Elven inches, and Miko groaned around her fingers. Eleven inches, thrusting into her wet, warm quim, and Miko’s fingers were curling against the wood ahead almost desperately. She shivered, her body rising on the tips of her toes, her sandals proving an unsteady base to hold herself up – and Ei just kept on going.

“You feel so perfect around me, baby girl,” Ei grunted, her words low and throaty. “Maybe… I missed this body more than I cared to admit.”

She held Miko’s mouth down, fingers hooked around her cheek, and pumped her hips forward. She speared that weighty shaft deep into her cunt, stretching her out with each motion. The pleasure it brought her was immense. She loved the way it all felt, the tightness, the rippling, milking seal of it all. She eagerly buried herself into that fluttering snatch, hungrily absorbing the sensations of something she never thought she would feel again.

Sex had no place in Eternity, after all.

“Maybe I should have brought you into the Plane with me,” Ei joked, though her tone was so guttural it was hard to tell. “Kept you to warm my lap.”

Miko whined around her fingers. She nipped and she bit and she did everything she could to dislodge Ei’s hand, but it was pointless. She couldn’t stop her, and she probably didn’t want to stop her. She could have done everything except take that hard, slamming slab of a cock, but she didn’t. she was loving it, Ei knew that. She was moaning in relish as she got her brains fucked out in some random alleyway in the biggest city of all Inazuma, just like the cocky tease she wanted so badly to be.

But Ei wasn’t going to end it there. She pulled her fingers out of Yae’s mouth, fast and quick, and dropped her hand. She grabbed her Kitsune by the neck and lifted her head, capturing it all in a tight, powerful grip. She held down just a bit, applying a modicum of pressure, while pounding her hips forward. When twelve full, throbbing inches of girl-dick hammered into the gorgeous woman, the squeal that lifted from her lips was something particularly indulgent.

“You like that?” Ei teased. She smashed her palm into her ass again, hitting it just hard enough to make the flesh wobble about. Miko whimpered at her touch, her lips offering a fox-like yip of pleasure. “Is that what you were looking for?”

“I - I wanted it –“ Miko started, then gasped, groaned, and hissed. “I wanted it harder, c’mon, Ei!”

Ei blinked. Then, she laughed. “Insufferable.” She squeezed Yae’s neck gently, almost fondly, before leaning in even more. “But I know what this beautiful body wants.”

She slammed forward, her hips crashing forward in skin-clapping arcs. She smashed her shaft inside, burying twelve full inches into Miko with each movement that she made. She fucked her with sexual abandon, her hips simply moving at their own beat and pace. It was not elegant, and nothing like she used to provide – but it was hard, it was fast, and it was rough. It was everything Miko wanted and more, and she could not stop her little squeaks and mewls.

“You don’t just want anyone to fuck your brains out,” Ei accused. She spoke with the surety of love, with the conviction of adoration. “No – you’re a whore to authority, Miko. You want someone stronger than you to put you in your place.”

Her words weren’t meant to be rough or degrading, but she knew the effect they would have. Miko soaked in the thoughts and ideas of submission, and she quivered just that much more for it. She whined, her voice free, as she was slam-fucked in some dingy, drab alleyway. There was nothing romantic in the way that Ei thrust, and nothing polite in the way that the Guuji groaned. It was so guttural, so lewd, and just perfect for what they wanted.

“Fuck,” Miko gasped messily. “F-fuck me harder –“

Ei smacked Yae’s ass again nice and hard, the impact so firm it left a palm-print in her wake. As the Kitsune shrieked, the Shogun whipped that same hand right up. She grabbed Mio’s hair, sudden and fast, and wrenched it backward. She did it more than hard enough to pull on Miko’s entire head of hair, and the squeal that ripped out of her throat was positively, entirely indulgent. Her ears flicked around in a sudden fit and her eyes rolled from the shocking display of roughness, but it was all borne of enjoyment. Ei knew what Miko liked, after all, and centuries didn’t change that.

“You still love having your hair pulled,” she said warmly and deeply. “You really are the same needy little fox I left behind, aren't you?”

Miko wheezed. “You – you used to go harder.”

Ei laughed. She laughed as she pulled on Miko’s hair and roughly slapped her ass, turning the skin to bouncing dough. She grunted when she arched her waist and pounded down, driving her cock down in hard, body-spearing arcs. Possessively, she gripped Miko’s waist, then moved her hand along, all while bringing her footlong of cockmeat down into that gushing, squishy, needy pussy. Inches and inches of flesh, just hammering away with careless passion.

Miko moaned, filling up the alley with those lewd sounds of passion. She rocked on her heels as Ei slammed into her, really just plowing away at her soft, sodden cunt, hammering it full of her dick. She held nothing back, even if she logically should have done so. She plowed twelve throbbing inches of a cock deep into the Kitsune’s snatch, really just burying herself in up to the glorious hilt.

She pulled on pink hair, using it as a leash. She tugged hard, stretching out a scalp, making Miko mewl just that much more. She pulled, tugged, and slammed forward, hammering into Miko in tight displays of exertion. She slammed into her, hips sawing forward, working that hard, vascular meat deep into the Kitsune’s snatch. Each rush of force make the woman groan just that much more, her pleasure-soaked voice spilling out into the alleyway far too freely.

“Moan for me, Miko,” Ei groaned, her voice deep. “Let me hear just how much you love my dick.”

Hips pushed, propelling her body forward. She slammed into Miko from behind, bringing hips against her ass in loud, tremendous thuds. The fervency of motion produced noises too lewd for common sense, but was merely one point of lewdness in the red light district. Flesh compressed and quivered out of shape each time Ei brought her hips around, and the simple enjoyment of skin-on-skin contact delighted her more than she cared to think about.

“F-fuck, Ei,” Miko groaned. “You’re - oh! ”

She whined, fingers curling, as Ei thrust particularly deep. The head of her dick hit something soft and spongy, but she didn’t think twice about it. She simply kept going, her body adjusting to wielding twelve full, wrist-thick inches of a dick. In and out, back and forth again, plowing into her Kitsune familiar, rearranging her insides with rough passion. She fervently slammed forward, and the clapping of flesh, punctuated by thick slaps of her hand, soon overtook the breathy sounds of arousal.

Ei pulled on pink hair, drawing out gasping mewls. Her other hand moved forward and immediately went for Miko’s chest. Wrapped up as it was in clinging fabric, a mere halter that showed off most of her side-boob, there was lots to appreciate. It took nothing at all for Ei to tug roughly and yank a soft, fleshy breast right out, displacing the slutty Guuji outfit just to get what she wanted out of it.

“And this outfit… ” Ei offered a gruff husk when she squeezed down on Miko’s soft, squishy breast, filing her palm with the weight of it. “Did you choose the sluttiest shrine maiden uniform in Inazuma just for me?”

“I - fuck, ” Yae Miko gasped. “I have to - make a good example for - for - “

Ei pulled on her hair, effectively shutting her up. She yanked just hard enough to make Miko’s head twist back, and that allowed her to enjoy the emotions passing along her beautiful, oval-like face. All the while she squeezed and palmed her breast, outright groping that heavy mound of flesh. It squished enjoyably in her palm, once more lighting up sensations that Ei had almost forgotten.

“You’re so desperate, ” Ei whispered. “You’re so needy for me.”

Her hips pounded against the curve of Miko’s ass, smacking flesh around with each hungry movement. Yae Miko’s backside was just as perfect as her tits, so there was plenty to enjoy. Thrusting against it produced gorgeous sounds of clapping, amazing sensations of squishiness, and Eihungrily sought out more of it. Smacks and claps and thuds filled her ears with perverse delight, each one more satisfying than the last. 

An idea came to her, then, and Ei couldn’t help but grin as she said, “Get your tail out, Yae Miko.”

Miko gasped, and she made a motion like lightning coursing along her spine. “W-what? D-darling -”

“What are you going to say?” Ei breathed out a low noise. “That no one’s seen the Guuji’s tail before?”

Yae Miko shuddered. “Of course - ”

Ei pulled on her friend’s hair, tugging her back hard enough to draw a whimper. “Why do you think that matters? Get. Your. Tail. Out. That’s a command. ” 

Miko, who never showed off her Kitsune’s tail in public, complied. With something like a flash of magic, or a display of magical potential, there was, quite suddenly, a tail in front of Ei. Large, fluffy, and a gorgeous shade of pink capped in white, it was an absolutely adorable thing. Functional, too, for it combined the many tails that composed a Kitsune’s life-cycle. It was near and dear to Miko’s heart, and something that no person in Inazuma was able to witness first hand.

And there Guuji Yae was, bent over in an alley, with her tail out - shameless to the extreme. Ei was perfectly happy with it. Smug, in fact, when she brought her hand down and grabbed that tail half by the base. It was very, very hard to actually wrap her hand around it, but that didn’t matter so much. At the roughness of her touch, Miko gasped in a particularly fox-like way, eyes wide in surprise, her mind connecting the dots - 

“Fuck!” Miko squealed, positively whorish. The hand that had been on her hair released itself to, instead, pull on her Kitsune-tail, yanking it back forcefully. It sent electric shudders passing up and down her spine, leaving her a trembling mess. Ei knew exactly how sensitive Yae Miko would be to something like that, and her movement was just as rough as everything else so far.

“Look at you,” Ei drawled, “Getting off on having your tail pulled. I almost feel bad for leaving you this desperate. ”

Miko whined. She was quite beyond words for that moment, lost as she was in the electric shudders that came with having her tail pulled. To pull a Kitsune’s tail was unfathomable. That was how people got killed, and typically in savage ways. Yet, Ei did it freely and naturally,her overwhelming presence cowing Miko into lustful submission. She shuddered, her spine arching, as her tail was tugged just as firmly as her hair, leaving her a mewling mess.

“Ei,” Miko gasped. “F-fuck, Ei - ”

“Oh, how I love it when you moan my name,” Ei told her. Her tone, though, was thick, her need oppressive. She had to put more of her concentration into simply holding on, but she did it happily. She fucked Miko into the wall again, and some more again, her cock splitting her open, piercing her with twelve full inches of cock. Hammer-blows left the girl shaking, and the tail-pulling left her wheezing. MIko’s fingers clawed at the wood and her head hung down, showing just a wave of messy pink.

Ei pulled her tail and squeezed her breast roughly, taking her pleasure in that gorgeous body. While Miko held on for dear life, her knees bending inward like any well-fucked slut in that alleyway, Ei kept at it. Hard, deep slams brought flesh together in dizzying thuds, each application of force more than enough to rock the Kitsune forward. Gasps and wheezes left her lips, washing out in absolutely lewd puffs.

“Fuck!” Miko gasped. “Yes!”

Ei could not hold on forever, though, not at that pace, not with her now-lack of experience. “I’m going to cum, Miko,” she declared, her voice rough and eager. “And I’m not pulling out.”

Miko wasn’t going to respond, not as she was; gasping, wheezing, her fingers clawing at the wood ahead of her, her body struggling to adjust to having her nipple pinch and her tail yanked like a damned leash. Whatever she said would not have influenced Ei. If Ei wanted to cum inside, nothing was going to stop her - the same way it hadn’t stopped any number of girls over the millennium. 

Whether or not Miko got the ‘heir’ she liked to talk so much about, or was added to that long family tree of Ei’s, was more or less irrelevant. Ei simply wanted to let go, and she was not going to pull out - so, she did not. She pulled even harder on Miko’s tail, truly making the Familiar’s spine curl, and slammed down hard. She buried herself in up to the hilt, balls flush with Yae’s sopping, sodden folds, juices bubbling up obscenely around her.

And Ei let go.

She grunted as a wave of blissful heat rushed through her head, almost striking her dumb. She groaned as the thickness of pleasure welled up inside of her, making her feel faint. Her cock throbbed powerfully, sending those amazing sensations up into her head while blowing out a hot load directly into her Kitsune. In that, there was no reservation. She simply let go, her cock going about its lewd work with relish.

The thickness of it throbbed against those tight, silky walls, and the entire vascular slab pulsated like a hose. Cum came rushing out in hot, gooey strings and thick, sticky ropes, each one quite beyond that of a normal human - but Ei was not human, not in the least. Built to a perfect facsimile of before, she was no less potent and no less prodigious when it came down to it, and she let out a load that was a long time in the making.

Cum pumped deep into Miko’s hot, glistening snatch, cramming it full of gooey release. The thick stuff sloshed along every square inch of her, coating it over in delicious heat. Her cum washed out in a desperate, clinging fit, hoping to clog and stain every last inch of it all - every fold, nook, and cranny. She bombarded her Kitsune’s snatch with her seed, totally and utterly staining it in ways no one else ever would.

Miko wheezed as babybatter crammed her full, pumping her up to the very aching brim. Ei quite happily held herself down and simply let go, emptying her balls without so much as a second care. The pleasure of release, the satisfaction of letting out a good load, was immense. It left her almost numb in the head for the many moments that it lasted, and even before it was done, she was groaning in relief.

“Ah…” Ei sighed. “That was… good. Very good.”

She let go of Miko’s tail and slipped her hand up along her spine. She grabbed her by the neck, wrapped her arm around her, and pulled her up rather forcefully. She yanked until her own chest was smooshed against Miko’s spine, then forced her head around. She smashed their lips together in a sudden, hungry fit, locking the shivering shrine maiden down like the little slut she was.

There was nothing tender in her kiss. It was just hungry, borne of a lust that was centuries in the making - passions unfilled, now spilling forward. It was a rough and bruising thing that would leave lips puffy soon enough, but that suited her just fine. When she bit down on Miko’s lower lip, she earned herself a whimper that was positively delicious; perfect for her ears.

“Was that what you were looking for?” Ei husked, Miko tightly bound in her arms.

Yae Miko panted. “That… wasn’t bad, I suppose…”

A laugh. “You can never be honest.” Ei nuzzled into the crook of her neck and started to leave hot, possessive marks in her wake. She felt Miko’s shivers very keenly, and she enjoyed every last one of them. “But don’t worry. You’ll have an entire night to judge for yourself.”

“The…” Miko looked at her blankly. “Wait -”

Ei reached up and pushed her fingers into Yae’s mouth yet again. “No, we’re not done. You wanted me to treat you like this? That’s fine. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, Yae Miko, all night long. ”

Miko shuddered under her gaze.

“I don’t know how much a room costs for the night,” Ei brusquely told the shapely wench manning the counter of some lewd ‘hourly hotel’. “But this should cover it.”

She flicked an obscene amount of Mora at the woman, catching her by surprise - but she was sure everything qualified as surprising. The woman looked war-shocked that the Shogun Almighty had barged into her establishment, practically hauling around a mewling, panting, flush-faced Shrine Maiden in her wake. She appeared almost stilled into shocked silence, unable to do anything.

Ei didn’t truly care. She’d picked the first place that offered ‘rooms’, simply because she needed a place to spend the night. She hauled Miko around like the other drunks did their whores, because that was what it was. It would be the talk of the town, a true scandal, but Ei was not in her right mind. She was incensed, she was aroused, and she had a desire burning away in her stomach. Tomorrow, she decided, would be for damage control. Tonight, she reckoned, would be for her pleasure.

“Which room?” Ei asked gruffly.

The woman there quivered and handed her a key. “T-thirteen. A-almighty Shogun…”

“You might want to clear the rest of the building,” Miko panted, her face still flushed from the way that Ei had carried her over her shoulder. “Just in - mmmfgh! ”

Ei stopped her from talking with a quick smack of her ass. “There’s no need for any such thing, Miko. Do you think I care if anyone hears me taking you?”

Miko positively shivered.  

Ei pushed Miko down. As the hostess practically scurried off, the Shogun shoved her Kitsune against the counter, pinned her there, and roughly slammed their mouths together. It was not a gentle thing, and it was all brushing noses and gnashing teeth and other jarring, painful things - but she loved it. The biting, the nipping, the sloppy exchange of saliva, made her realize and remember just how badly she’d craved Miko.

“You’re mine, ” she husked possessively. “It doesn’t matter what everyone else hears.”

“You don’t know how hot that is,” Yae Miko squeaked. Squeaked, like a little lost Inazuman schoolgirl.

Ei smirked. She didn’t speak. She roughly, passionately made out with Miko while shoving her through the sultry establishment, moving along tatami mats stained with nameless somethings and pushing past thin walls that really didn’t hide the debauchery beyond. It was a temporary abode for sexual deviancy, but right then, it was akin to the Shogun’s own home. She pulled the Kitsune along carelessly, kissing and groping and touching all the while, heedless of who might hear, notice, or stare.

She didn’t even know if the room she pushed them into was the right one. With her strength, she all but broke the door, leaving it hanging upon its hinges. She shoved Miko inside, and her hands were a blister of tugging, frantic movement. She almost tore that slutty little shrine maiden’s outfit off of her, yanking it aside and stripping her down to nothingness. Hands pawed at her flesh even then, groping and pushing, doing everything she could to enjoy that hot body ahead of her. 

She pushed Miko down to a bed that was practically threadbare. Lips parted with a gasp and strings of saliva, the heads moved away. Ei stood up straight, right in front of the bed, while Yae Miko writhed on top of it, flat on her back. Quickly, the Shogun pulled at her obi, drawing it off as recklessly as she could. She whipped off her robes in the next moment, camisole and all, to leave herself as naked as she felt.

Her body was firm and athletic; her skin flat, perfectly straight, oh-so-gently lined with muscle. She looked like someone that worked out, but in a subtle way. There was nothing subtle about her strength, though, and when she moved her arms around, they flexed with such muscular power that it often caught the eyes of pretty women. The rest of her was all curves, her hips wide, her chest large and ample, and her thighs soft.

Her cock, a hard spear of flesh.

She stared down at her naked Miko and husked out a breath. “Gorgeous.”

Miko looked back. “Are you just going to stand there and - oh! ”

She gasped as Ei pulled her legs to the side, stretching her thighs wide. Miko was remarkably flexible, and so Ei could practically force her legs into a perfect splits. Thighs spread, flashed up at the air, whilst the Kitsune laid out on her back with her hands above her head. Perfectly submissive; perfectly fuckable. Her body was soft and smooth, perfectly pliant to the touch, and her breasts magnificent to stare at.

And her pussy just drooling for Ei’s attention. Her cock pointed forward like a sword, hovering over Miko’s abdomen. It practically reached her damned navel, such was its raw, potent size. Really, it was entirely in Ei’s best interests to drag that slab of flesh down, the meat of it grinding along those sopping, sodden lips. If Miko had an issue with it, she was far beyond protesting such a thing. She wanted it just as badly, her eagerness clear as day.

“Fuck me,” Yae Miko breathed, “Like you mean it.”

Ei snorted at the silly choice of words. “I always mean it.”

She brought her cock down, the tip of it pressing against soft, squishy folds. She felt nothing but eagerness in her breast, a sense of desire that was really just unbefitting for the leader of Inazuma. Yet, she could not hold herself back. Not with as gorgeous a slut as Miko, someone that was so desperate for her and her touch that she would pine centuries for it. 

There was no hesitation, really, when Ei abruptly shoved herself forward, slamming that twelve-inch slab of a dick into Miko’s cunt. Maybe, she could have held back or kept calm, but she didn’t. Not one bit. She moved as fast, and as rough, as she could, the lewdness of the moment coming to a head - her head, specifically, and one that she pounded deep into the wetness of her snatch.

“Fuck!” Yae Miko wheezed. Her hands, still up by her head, clenched down on the sheets as Ei brought herself around. She slammed down, burying that thick, turgid meat deep into the wetness of her snatch. The tightness, the silky smoothness, wrapped around her like a long-lost lover, hugging her shaft for dear life and then some. It was a gorgeous, dizzying sensation, and one that Raiden Ei loved.

Ei let out a low, deep breath. The pleasure that filled her was immense, but the desire to fuck even more so. She really couldn’t stop herself from slamming down nice and hard, burying the length of her turgid prick inside. Those many thick inches of meat plowed headlong into her silken furrow, totally, entirely stuffing her up with that stiffness. She lodged her full of it, cramming her up to the very brim, tip against her very womb. 

“ Archons!” Yae Miko swore. “You’re so fucking deep! ”

Ei let out a low, terse breath. She had both hands on Miko’s thighs, keeping them nice and spread out in front of her. Calves kicked out in stress as the pink-furred Kitsune was totally, entirely crammed full of dick, every inch of her claimed by that powerful meat. She couldn’t help but wheeze when she was so utterly impaled, and the Shogun loved that. She loved the look of it, the possessive quality to such reactions; she loved owning Yae Miko.

“That’s a good girl,” she husked, her voice thick with desire. “Worship your Shogun.”

She rolled her waist, but it was just for a brief, potent moment. Her waist moved with sharp, mechanical intensity, allowing her to yank her shaft free with a wet slurp. It was a rough, over-eager action, drawing out with an obscene series of pops and squelches. Miko was wet as sin, a pure bath of arousal, and simply moving through that was the wettest, slickest thing in the entire world. Ei, honestly, loved it.

She pulled back. She was not gentle in it, and she rolled herself away in a wet, clinging rush. Walls shuddered and squished about her shaft, all that pink flesh rolling and rippling with potent ease. She moved like a machine for those moments, building herself up into the intensity of strong, hard movement. She held nothing back from the get-go, and built herself up into something so much more powerful than it had any rational right to be.

Ei slammed the weight of her dick forward, really just hammering down into that soft, squishy sheath. She did so with feral abandon, without restraint, moving hard and fast and rough. Her hips spun into motion, now eased into the buck and thrust of good, proper sex. It was still very powerful, perhaps obscenely so, and not very elegant at all – but that only made Miko sequel even harder, her voice rising up in a purely sloppy shout of adoration. 

“Fuck!” Miko gasped breathlessly, her fingers curling. “Oh, Ei, s-hit - !”

She gasped, her spine arching, as all that cock buried itself into her. the bulbous, rounded cap thudded into her deepest of spots, lodged right against her womb itself, drawing out an even more hoarse gasp of pleasure. Twelve full, aching inches made a home of her squishy snatch, totally and utterly filling it up. She had it all lodged out around her, and she could feel everything rippling and milking across her girth.

That powerful, dense dick hilted itself into Yae for one long, sultry moment, but that was all it was – a long and sultry moment before Ei tugged back, so hard and fast and rough. That thick, bludgeoning girth dew out, dragging free in a way that made her walls shiver and shudder. The pinkness of Miko’s snatch pulled with her, moving against her, the tight seal of rippling flesh sliding free in a wet heap. It was like Miko couldn’t let go of her, and she loved that, too.

“You’re squeezing me so much,” Ei groaned. -she brought out some seven or eight inches of her cock, more than enough for Yae to really, truly feel it. It was a lot, and it made her clumsy; realigning herself like that and getting her hips into the right angle still got awkward. “you're just a slutty little fox, Miko.”

She crashed down again, thundering forward into that tight, aching quim. She slammed the woman full of her shaft, totally and entirely claiming her wet snatch with hunger. Twelve inches again crashed into her snatch, pumping her fill, stuffing her up to the very aching brim. Walls folded and shuddered around her, stretching and swelling, wedged out wide by her hardness. There was no defence that could stop her cock, no tightness that could impede her progress.

Ei was in her element. A rough and crude one, perhaps, but one that she handled easily. Her hips swung and moved, drilling that long, thick shaft deep inside. She pulled out again, working her hips like she did her polearm; tight control, a rictus of concentration, and lewd, enthusiastic action. She pulled out with a series of wet pops and squelches, churning the liquids of arousal around her rock-hard girth. There was no space for anything else, creating a lewd synchrony ofr everything else.

“Fuck, Ei,” Yae Miko moaned out. Her hands, still lost above her head, just by her flopping fox ears, tugged at the sheets. Her fingers curled in a way that was simply delightful, as far as Ei was concerned. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it –“

“People think you calculating and clever,” Ei teased, “but you really are just a slut for cock. My cock.”

Her words were as crude as her movements, but they lacked any hard, dangerous edges. It was all low and teasing and thrumming, mere dirty-talk; centuries had passed, and yet Miko remained the same. She loved it, and she enjoyed it, the same as she always had. Once Ei knew that and understood that, it was easy to press her buttons and tickle her senses. She knew what to say to make Miko whimper, and where to move to leave her groaning.

“The beautiful, upstanding Guuji Yae,” Ei tutted, “Moaning for her Archon’s cock. What would the world think?”

her hips rolled and rutted forward, driving forward in long, deep, broad arcs of motion. Cockmeat hammered forward, pounding deep into her wet and sodden snatch. Inches and inches of meat plowed headlong into her snatch, totally, utterly filling her up with its hardness. There was so much, so readily, that it left Miko wheezing. Whenever that cock swung all the way around and pounded deeply into her, it left the Kitsune writhing and shuddering.

Yae Miko moaned, the sounds cute and hot at the same time. Her head whipped back, almost buried in the sheets, right beside her clenching and curling fingers. She tugged at the sheets as she was slammed into by the standing Archin, with her spine arching ever-more by the moment. Her breasts were unintentionally pushed up into the air, making for a lewd, gorgeous sight. Soft, white mounds of flesh wobbled with each forceful shove and slam, their weights quivering around in the most beautiful of ways.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Miko groaned out. “Fuck, Ei, you’re so – so rough –“

“I thought you said I was worse than the Shogun?” Ei mocked, but her voice was gentle and light, not really chastising.

Miko groaned. “I – fuck, no, no one compares to you, Ei, fuck, they never have –“

Ei grinned. Her eyes burned with passion as she drove herself down hard and fast, burying herself into the gap of Yae Miko’s legs. She kept them nice and spread, her hands tight on those smooth thighs, and pounded down. Legs flopped and curled around her all the while, with calves bouncing from the sheer intensity of her movements. Ei rutted down strongly, burying herself in up to the very aching hilt, and kept Miko’s body pinned the entire time.

It was such a gorgeous sight, honestly. Ei loved it. She loved seeing those bouncing, wobbling breasts, those quivering mounds of perfection. That fine, fit stomach, curling with each heart slam inside. The bouncing of legs, the whipping of pink hair, and the grasping of the sheets; even the flashing of sharp, canine fangs each time Mko moved. Ei loved all of it. She consumed it greedily and possessively, marking out her property in full.

It was different from what she remembered. Miko had only grown more gorgeous over the years that Ei had been gone, and it left her blood boiling. Her movements took on a new, jealous quality as she rutted forward, as if trying to cleanse her own Familiar of the touch of anyone else – of her own puppet, of any silly thing that had slipped between her legs, anything and anyone. Hard, crashing slams made skin clap, the friction so brutal that it was mind-addling.

“Fuck!” Miko wheezed. “Fuck!”

“You’re so gorgeous,” Ei husked, but it was totally to herself. “And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

Miko just moaned, and said nothing. She must have found it hard, but Ei wasn’t going to let that slide. She reached forward, leaned over the beauty, and grabbed her chin once more. She cupped it, pressed a thumb against her lower lip, and applied pressure. When Miko mewled, Ei pulled, drawing her up and forcing her to lock eyes. At the same time, she reached forward with her other hand to grab one of those bouncing, bounding breasts, and there, she roughly palmed it.

“When I ask a question,” she said possessively, “You answer.”

“Yours!” Miko moaned. “Only yours, Ei, always yours!”

Ei let out a low breath. “Good girl.”

She pounded forward, her own breasts wobbling on her chest. They were just as real and just as fleshy as Miko, if not as large or as heavy. Still, they were ample, and they shook with the intensity of her movements. They bobbed and wobbled as she buried herself inside, jamming herself in up to the very aching hilt she stabbed the meat of her dick in nice and deep. Proudly, hungrily, Ei filled up that aching pussy with every last inch of her girth and then some.

Pelvises smacked together with loud, fleshy noises, and her balls thudded against Miko’s sopping, wet core. Juices bubbled up around her in lewd lines, and some of it pulled away in wet strings. Each movement was so much lewder than the last one, with each movement just that much more fervent. Twelve inches of cock were handled as easily as six inches, and despite the strain of it, Ei was all too happy to work old muscles into new motion and plow headlong into that silky tightness.

Her stomach flexed athletically as she thrust forward, and her biceps bulged with energetic passion as she plowed down. Hips crashed and smacked, turning skin nice and red from the repeated impacts. Her cock sawed inside recklessly, working through that wet, squishy snatch with reckless intensity. Pink walls writhed and shuddered as she kept on moving, kept on fucking, really and truly just fucking Yae Miko’s brains out.

She was loving it. She moaned, despite the finger on her lower lip; she gasped, despite the hand groping at her chest. Her dick plowed down hard and fast, pounding that silky glove around her time and time again. In and out, back and forth. The Shogun was perfectly paced, her movements reckless and precise, nailing her headlong. She did not stop for a single second, and the longer she went at it, the more the entire damned bed began to shake.

The bed thundered, shaking on its weak, inadequate standings. Wood creaked as the Raiden Shogun utterly railed it, making it bounce and hit the back wall with tremendous thuds. It was so messy, so degrading, that one might almost fear someone calling the Tenryou Commission’s guards to see what was going on. It was a rough, near-violent fit of action, and Yae Miko was drinking it all up like the willing, gasping whore she was.

“ So good,” she moaned. “I was - fuck, I was waiting so long for this!”

“I know,” Ei grunted. “So enjoy it: all of it and more.”

Down she went, furiously burying her shaft inside. Again, and again, hard, fast, and rough, her movements as powerful as could be. Her cock sank down to the hilt each and every time, turning those wet, squishing insides out around her. She fervently hammered down, burying herself in so much that it rocked the senses and left eyes utterly watering. Yae gasped and whined and mewled in entirely whorish, lewd ways, each more enjoyable than the last.

“Don’t stop,” Miko gasped recklessly, “Don’t stop!”

Ei wasn’t entirely aware of when it was that Miko came around her cock; it had been so long that she honestly forgot the signs. The tight, squeezing ripples of inner walls, the milking embrace of a snatch that was simply hungry for her. The soft, wet squelching of juices, the slurping of arousal, the way it all rushed out and bathed her in such lewd ways. It was a wet, sloppy fit, but more than that, it was the way that her Kitsune squealed for her dick.

“Yes!” she whined, so loud that everyone likely heard it. “You’re amazing, Ei! F- fuck! ”

Ei let out a low breath. “That’s it, Miko. Cum around my cock, you gorgeous little fox.”

Yae did just that. Her eyes rolled. Her jaw went slack. Her tongue almost lolled, and her spine severely arched. Toes curled, legs bent around Ei’s thrusting waistline, and her breasts pushed up in wobbling fits. She wriggled in orgasmic glee as she was taken so roughly and so potently, her mind lost in that fit of pleasure. In truth, Ei lost herself in it as well. Staring at it all, taking it all in, was simply divine.

As Yae came, Ei thrust herself into that tightness. She buried herself fervently into that squishy, milking tightness, thrusting away with fading stamina. It was too hard to fuck like that, too strenuous, and ultimately, too good. She did not have the self-control she used to, and it wore her down. With each thrust and grunt, her stamina waned more and more, her dick engorging and throbbing and swelling. She got closer and closer, and she quite simply didn’t care beyond the pleasure of release.

“Take it, little Guuji, ” Ei grunted. “Take your Archon’s load.”

She slammed down hard, her brow furrowed in tight concentration, and buried herself in up to the very hilt. She let go not even a second later, fully submitting to her passions. Her cock, already engorged, throbbed in the thickness of release. Without hesitation, Ei poured out a second load of cum right into MIko’s cunt, bathing it in another load of wet, warm heat - rushes of gooey fluid that stained everything in reach in sloppy white.

Yae Miko whined even more at her touch, her eyes flinching and her head lolling. Cum painted her innermost depths in heat, plastering them over in a sticky paste and plaster. Gooey seed slammed against her cervix, pumped there directly thanks to the length of Ei’s cock. Every plastering rope afterward flooded her womb proper, utterly drowning it in seed. So much hot, gooey baby-batter that it crammed her full.

That was what had made Ei so potent, back in the day. Her virility, the size of her cock, all of it together was what ensured that she had left so many children around - even those fifteen times removed from her bloodline. All of that pumped deep into Miko, stuffing her up to the brim. Ei held herself down the entire time, making sure to let out every last drop directly into her Kitsune. She emptied out her balls, and she did so with reckless, breathless passion.

Ei let out a groan of pure pleasure. Her hand was still around Miko’s panting chin, and she couldn’t help but rub her lower lip with her finger. 

“...Is that what you wanted so badly?” Ei asked. “Is that the fucking you craved?”

Miko panted hard on the bed, her head still wriggling, her fingers still curling. Her chest rose and fell in desperate, yet appetizing, arcs, the flesh of her breasts jiggling beautifully. She almost looked like she couldn't speak, and that amused Ei to no end whatsoever.

“What’s that?” the purple-haired Shogun teased. “Someone finally caught your tongue?”

Yae Miko panted on the bed. “No one - no one does it like you.”

Grinning, Ei leaned down a bit more. “They never will.”

“Not after all this long,” Miko whimpered.

“Of course not.” 

“I missed it,” Miko breathed.

“I know.” Ei ran the edge of her tongue over her teeth. “I feel the same.” She cupped Miko’s chin and pressed down against her. “And I’m going to spend this entire night making you mine, Miko. We’re nowhere close to done yet.”

Yae Miko offered a hesitant, husky laugh. “Goodness me. I might have to call in sick tomorrow.”

Ei’s smile was all teeth. “Oh, you’re not leaving Tenshukaku for the next week, Yae Miko - not until I’ve gotten you back for every last tease you’ve put me through.”

Ei rather liked the way that Miko gulped, she had to admit.