Beastgirl Mastery I Ch. 04

I'd been living in the castle for a week. Each morning I woke up, and still could not believe it had only been seven days. Guess time does fly when you're having so much fun. I spent every night in bonding sessions with Immu that involved me fucking her until she passed out, and I'd wake up late in the morning, almost at noon.

She was still concerned, though, because regardless of our efforts, I was just not feeling it.

I was feeling the sex, obviously. Immu was still stunning, each and every time we did it. But I loved the fact that I had these girls treating me like a king, even if it wasn't time for me to bond them. Most days started with a quick morning session, Immu would wake up energized, and usually ride me, but at night I'd be the one pulling her by her ears, shoving my cock into her mouth until she could swallow my loads, only to then bend her over any of the various surfaces of her room, so that I could claim her tight, dripping fox pussy.

I'd had plenty of chances to eat her out too, an activity she adored, and that we carried out as a show for each of the other girls at various random points of the day. We couldn't get enough of each other. Every night, after we fell, spent and covered in sweat, we'd end the night with a slow, gentle makeout session. We'd spend a while kissing, arms wrapped around each other, feeling one another's skin. Only when and if my cock refused to harden would we go to sleep.

Yesterday morning, I woke, and Immu was on top of me, in deep sleep, but my spear was buried deep in between her legs, warmly tucked inside. Naturally, I woke her up, and she reminded me that last night she'd been riding me until we both had come, she fell on me, and we must have passed out like that, with me inside her. Far from being weirded out, she found it hilarious, so she climbed back atop me, and rode me until I was finishing inside her again.

Today, after our morning session and a long bath, we met the rest of the girls outside. Despite my choice to prioritize time and bonding with Immu, all the excitement of me being able to summon the gun had not gone away, and the girls insisted on seeing it each time they got.

Truth is, I was avoiding having to open that box, and if the distraction was a perfectly shaped fox-girl, eager to swallow my cum, I was about to let it distract me. But remember how I said Immu was worried about me not feeling it? I was supposed to be feeling something that was not appearing in me.

The bond went both ways; she got energy that fueled her, and apparently she was able to keep it in for weeks at a time, so the more I fucked her, the more I came inside her, and the more intense the sex was, the more power she got. I, in turn, according to her, was supposed to feel the presence of her fox-self touching my soul.

I cannot possibly imagine how that feels, but I can say for sure I felt no such thing. If we were to successfully bond, we'd have to find out why I wasn't feeling the form.

So I decided to open the box finally. I didn't have to see, or even acknowledge, the items within it that made me recoil when I thought of them. It had been a week.

From the outside, the safe showed no signs of being tampered with. The combination had not been changed, and as soon as I entered it, there was a "clank," and the front opened. Without looking, and guided by touch only, I found the lunchbox inside the safe. I pulled it out. An old tin lunchbox; its paint was scraped and faded. I opened it, and sure enough the gun was there. I took it out of the lunchbox, placed it on top of the safe, and went back exploring until I felt the hard cardboard of a box of ammo. I took it and closed the safe. I placed the cardboard box by the gun, and opened it. Sure enough, every bullet was present and accounted for.

Of course, I had nothing similar to a holster, and it was uncomfortable to walk the castle walls holding a firearm in one hand and a box of ammo on the other.

The girls had agreed to meet me in the yard. The back of the castle had a vast, beautiful yard. The recent storm had done some damage to it, but it was nothing serious. The sun had finally come out; some rain clouds remained, but Immu was confident that they'd be gone by the end of the week.

The Guildmistress was sitting, as she always did, at the head of the table. The customary space at her right was empty, being saved for me. All the girls were present. I took my seat.

"It's not loaded, so feel free to take it in your hands," I said, placing the gun on the table in front of Immu. All the girls were excited, but Clara stood, and her body was slightly bent over the table to get a better view. Which reminded me.

"Clara, you said in Hell they can study the metal of the bullets, yes?" She looked at me and nodded. Then she looked at Immu.

"I will take no more than a few minutes if you let me go now," she said. Immu nodded, though she was still visibly uncomfortable. I opened the box and pulled a bullet. They looked at it with fascination. I then rolled it over the table until it landed in front of the demon-girl.

"Be careful with the heat; remember that gunpowder explodes," I said. I had explained the mechanics one afternoon. She nodded, took the bullet carefully between two fingers, and stepped back from the table. Clara disappeared in smoke.

"With that sorted," said Immu. "We thought it would be good if we fulfilled our promise, the one to show you your realm." I nodded. Another thing we had left on the back burner as we fucked each other senseless.

"Gabrielle, I want you at the gates welcoming the household." The angel nodded, stood, and, stepping away, began to beat her wings. Soon she was flying away from the castle. "Tay, fly to town. I've placed an order with Henrietta's. I would like you to bring it here," as the angel had done, Tay flew away. "The rest of you sisters, prepare the tour for us, please." Orielle, being led by the chain by Lune, left. Clara reappeared just in time to join them.

"First, a small geography lesson." She flicked her hands, and before us a green orb materialized. Another of her illusions. It took shape quickly; it was Earth. I knew it wasn't my Earth, but my new home. Even if the continents were all the same, the borders were quite different, and the lines separating kingdoms appeared as bright white lines.

I was directly looking at the North American continent. Immu stepped out of her chair and sat on my lap.

"Careful now," she said once she noticed my cock starting to grow hard. "I am still sore; you were so harsh this morning," she teased.

"I lay on your bed while you rode me," I defended myself. "If you're sore, that's on you."

"It was worth it," she kissed me gently. "I still feel you pulsing through my veins," Immu added. "But come, I want to show you," she touched the orb, giving it a gentle swipe, and it began to spin so rapidly I could see the whole world as it turned. Once the eastern American seaboard was visible, she placed a finger on the orb, and it stopped spinning.

"This is where you're from in your world, is it not?" Her fingernail was touching Boston.

"Gabrielle called it The Realm of Massachusetts," I said. She nodded.

"That is its name; it is a small one. See these lines; they're borders," we were looking at a fraction of the map now; the rest of the globe was gone. And between what would have been Maine, all the way to Indiana to the west, and Georgia to the south, were a collection of realms, dozens of them. "These groups here are what we call the Eastern American Realms."

I had told her the country I came from was America, and how I found it weird that the names were used here. She reminded me, again, that our worlds have similar histories; sometimes they'd be one-to-one events, like the American Revolution, and sometimes they'd be way off, like the Cold War, which she knew nothing about.

"And this is where this castle is located; this tiny island is our realm," the map started disappearing as we looked closer, "here!" she chirped excitedly.

It was Manhattan.

It was not connected to the rest of New York; it was certainly an island. There were no bridges connecting it to the nearby landmasses, but as she pointed, I realized we were basically in Central Park, Manhattan. She was surprised when I laughed out loud.

"If I told someone from back home I'd be becoming a Lord of New York, they would have kicked my ass." She was confused by this, so I summarized the New York/Boston beef for her.

"Well, there certainly is a rivalry here, too." With a wave of her hand, every landmass around Manhattan, which she said was called the "Silver Isle," turned red.

"These are the Kingdoms that have turned into enemies. These five," she pointed at five realms to the east of the Silver Isle, "used to be our vassals." She grew serious. "Damned turn-cloaks," I gently rubbed her thigh to calm her down. Her ears twitched instead, and she gave a mischievous grin.

"I meant it when I said it earlier; I am far too sore to take you in again, love," I chuckled.

"Not what I meant," I said, and we shared another kiss. "You do not need to worry about these turn-cloaks. We'll fight them. Won't we?" I asked. It was intended as reassuring, but she grew serious.

"You are not feeling the bond," she said. "I am doing everything I can, I promise. I'm giving you my all every time we couple."

"Ha, I know you are; you're not the only one that's sore," I joked. She gave me a faint smile, but the worry remained.

"Your energy on me, it is intense, true, but... I have not felt as powerful as that first night in the Summoning Room," she said. "Although I think the rush of something so new was part of the reason why that night was so intense."

"Something new? You mean, I was your first human?" I asked.

"My first human male," she said. "I have ladies in waiting, and I have my way with them on occasion; some are human women." The idea alone was enough to make me hard. She noted. "Well, is that all it takes?" she joked.

"What can I say, I'd love to see you handle a girl eventually. I still think about the way Lune kissed you the night we pulled the safe into my room." She smiled at the memory.

"But, come to think of it... It is not simply because you're human, but because... we were being watched," she said. "As you pushed into me, using my holes as you pleased, I would glance at my sisters, seeing them grow excited by watching us, pleasuring themselves as you and I pleased one another," her chest rose and fell in deep breaths. "I had never had... an audience. And while my sisters and I constantly please each other, they had never seen me with a male. Human or otherwise."

"Huh," I said. An idea starting to take form inside my head. "Come to think of it, it was my first time having sex with a girl in front of others. I'd never done that," I said. She arched her eyebrows.

"Truly?" Immu asked.

"Um... well, not really," I said. But when I didn't continue, Immu asked me to elaborate.

"Well, there was this girl I dated for a while. She was fun, but she had a bit of an exhibitionism kink. She really pushed it on me. I managed to avoid it for a while. I was mostly worried about breaking the law," I said.

"Public fornication," Immu said. "Yes, there are such decency laws here too."

"Right. But there was this one time. We were in a park; it was after sundown. There were these two women nearby, sitting on a bench. Were they maybe late 30s? Something like that. So this girl and I were making out; I had her pinned against a tree while the women stared and stared. And the harder we made out, the closer they watched."

"And this girl... did you go all the way in front of these strange women?" Immu asked.

"No, but, uh... She did squat in front of me, and I fucked her mouth for a while. I had her pinned between the tree and my hips," as I said this, Immu bit her lower lip; her cheeks had grown red. "And uh... as I did that, I looked around; there was no one in the park, but the women were still staring, and that turned me on. So much so that I kinda... came. Rather fast," I said.

"No shame in that," said Immu. "You were exploring new territories."

"I guess," I couldn't stop caressing her thighs.

"And this fortunate girl, did you see her again? Did you explore this 'kink' as you called it?"

"No, not really; I pretty much ghosted her immediately after." At this, Immu was horrified.

"You turned the girl into a specter?" I laughed and quickly explained that no, that's not what ghosting was.

"Oh, you ceased communications without telling her why, I see. Well, I have a theory about this, something we may use to our advantage. There is a fragment of old bonding lore; it never made sense to me until now, but I suspect that if we pursue new things together, new things we never did with anyone before and that we may enjoy, well... perhaps this will be the key to you unlocking my form," she said.

"I like the sound of that," I confirmed. Suddenly the idea of doing it in front of others got me harder than before. Immu's hands were on my cock.

"Oh, whatever am I to do with a male who grows so easily excited?" she spat on it, and increased her speed.

Just when things were getting good, we heard the rustling of wings. I looked up, and Tay soon landed in the yard. She carried a package under her arm, a purple box tied with golden thread.

"Apologies for the interruption; here is the package. Mistress Henrietta sends her regards," much to my disappointment, Immu stopped playing with my cock, and turned around the table to take the box.

"Perfect, thank you, Tay. Join Gabrielle at the gates, please," Immu commanded. As Tay left us, she turned to me, box in hand. "Let's go to your room."

The keep was massive, and climbing the staircases to my room on the last floor was good cardio. It was more difficult to achieve with a stiff cock, and a stunning fox-girl walking ahead of me, swinging her hips and occasionally wrapping one of her tails around my leg to tease me with her softness.

We entered my room. She went straight for my bed.

"I commissioned these for you," she said. Immu had placed the box on my bed, which honestly, after a week of being used for our intense bonding sessions, without members of the household to change the sheets, had begun to smell. She opened the box, and inside were clothes fit for a king.

There was a modern flair to them, though still looking like something out of a ren fair. It was all black leather, and something similar to denim for the pants. Black boots, a white linen shirt, and an ornate black jacket. I forced myself to go soft, and Immu helped me get dressed. Everything fit perfectly. I had also described what boxers were, and she'd gotten me a pair of those two.

Now I could say goodbye to the damned robes. Although I could easily undress myself if the opportunity of railing Immu raised, as it often did, and those robes spent more time on the floor than they did on my back, I was glad to have real clothes. And Immu had shown she had good taste, because I liked how I looked in the mirror. It seemed appropriate.

"I love this, thank you," I said.

"Good, I am commissioning more of these; Henrietta is the most talented seamstress on the island." She gave me a quick smooch on the cheek.

"Sounds good to me," I nodded. I was really starting to feel myself in the clothes; I looked like well... What I assumed lords looked like in this world.

"So. Are you ready to meet the heads of staff?" Immu asked. I nodded. "Good, they will be taking orders from you soon, once you become their lord," she added.

"All of this... what exactly does it mean for me to become a lord? Because honestly it sounds like marriage," not that I'd be against that notion, but I had known Immu for only a week. It had been the most exciting and fun week of my life, but the implication that this bond wasn't just about arcane power was suddenly dawning on me. Was I more scared of marriage than I was about fighting battles as a giant fox monster?

"Marriage... Yes, in a way," Immu said, with a thoughtful expression on her eyes. "I would call it a marriage to multiple wives. Not uncommon in soon-to-be bonded men," she stepped closer. "What would you call that arrangement?"

"A harem," I answered.

"Good, the word exists in your world too," she said. "Must be quite common for a man to plant his seed in multiple women, yes?" The fox-girl asked. I shook my head no. She was surprised. "Truly?"

"Yes... only a few places in the world still practice that," I said, thinking of what little I knew about the Arab world and its history. "Being with more than one woman is sort of... frowned upon." She was clearly taken aback.

"So... had you stayed, you would have bonded, or married, a single woman?"

"Had I stayed, I would have been turned to mush by a truck, and rightly so," I chuckled. "But had I not gone drinking that night, had I not been expelled from college... I suppose eventually yes. I would have settled down," I wasn't even sure that was the case. I'd always been somewhat lucky with girls, enough to have some fun, not enough to be a fuckboy. So I would have married a girl eventually. Apparently that was not how you did things here, and it was common for men to, as she'd put it, give their seed to... wait a minute.

"Hold on, what do you mean a man usually 'plants his seed in multiple women'? You mean... you expect me to get you pregnant?" Somehow getting the answer to this of all questions was the scariest five seconds of my new life. Luckily she laughed, and shook her head no.

"Childbearing here is different. A woman has to consciously want to get pregnant, and her male has to consciously want to be a father to her child. Or else it will not work," she said. Interesting, a sort of natural contraceptive; you could not impregnate someone by accident. Good. I said this, also explaining briefly how this is not possible in my world. She looked me up and down. "So what went through your mind as we fornicated?" She asked. "Did the thought that you'd be impregnating me not cross your mind?"

Honestly, it hadn't. "I guess I find you so hot, I was willing to risk it," she laughed, and kissed me gently.

"You are a fool, love," she wrapped her arms around me. "But I love that. Rest assured, childbearing has nothing to do with what we are doing here."

"Good," I said.

"However, you should at least think about it. Before you formally claim my bond, once you're ready for it." I gave her a puzzled look. "Bonding is not like marriage. It is deeper. It connects our very souls," she explained. "A married couple may separate, a bonded Lord. You do not sever a bond so simply." Immu caressed my cheek. "And as the Lady of this isle, I... will need an heir." And there it was. I took a deep breath.

Would it be so bad, though?

I'm not sure that it would.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess," I said. She responded with another kiss. "It won't matter if I don't actually bond you." Her ears perked up, and she gently pulled back.

"I have given it some thought," she said, eyes almost closed in that mischievous way of hers, lashes fluttering, red eyes glinting. Her tails began to sway.

"Are you planning on bringing all the girls for a new exhibition?" I asked. After all, we had been discussing the benefits of letting others enjoy the show. To my surprise, she shook her head.

"My sisters watch us all the time. We have been showing them what we do to one another constantly throughout the week. I think back to your story, when you finished inside this girl's mouth, at the park. You were showing off in front of strangers," she said. I was beginning to pick up on what she meant. The thought was enticing.

"People from outside the circle," I said.

"Women," Immu clarified. "Women from outside the circle. Somehow the idea of other men... it makes my skin crawl." I loved to hear that.

"Come to think of it, same here. I don't want other guys glaring at you while I take you. Women then." I was holding her hips; my hands went down to her ass, and I firmly grabbed them. Side effect of now wearing pants? They were tighter than the silk robes I'd grown used to during the week, and now my cock hurt as I got hard.

I made a groaning sound, and Immu immediately understood my predicament, as a hand of hers had lost her spot behind my neck and was now gently grabbing my cock over my pants.

"I would normally tell you to force yourself limp, but we have fifteen minutes to spare," she arched a brow. When I nodded, she grabbed me by the hand and pushed me to my bed. I sat by the edge as Immu knelt in front of me. She undid the buckle and the buttons that held the pair of pants together in place of a zipper.

Pulling the pants and the boxers down to my ankles, Immu proceeded to suck me off with fast, voracious moves until I finished inside her. Still hard, she kept going. Once I had unloaded inside her mouth three times, she stood.

"Now, we have to go to the front gate," she declared. "I know you could keep going. I would love to have more, too. But these people should not be kept waiting."

We went downstairs. The front entrance of the keep was a beautifully arranged garden, and far to the south, east, and west, you could see tall granite walls. The south wall had a tall steel door, which was now spreading open. Standing like a statue atop the wall, over the gate, was Gabrielle. Wings expanding, like a vision. Underneath, columns of people moved toward us.

We stood at the gates of the keep. I was next to Immu, Tay was flying above us, and Clara had gone back to Hell, apparently, to check on whoever was analyzing the bullet she had taken with her. Orielle and Lune were, according to Immu, still handling things beyond the Keep's walls.

The group grew closer; it was made out of what, to me, were strange creatures. All of them, like the girls, were human-like, though they were various beastfolk races.

An older woman, dressed in green and black loose robes, approached us ahead of the group. She was, like Immu, a kitsune. But this one had golden and white furry tails and ears, with short blonde hair. I'd say about fifty years old. She approached and knelt.

"Lady Hekiju-Immukotsetsu. I am glad to see you again, Guildmistress," she said.

"Rise," said Immu. The woman did. Her eyes darted to me. "Jason, this is Keymistress Kento." The blonde kitsune bowed. When her eyes returned to me, they were severe, as if appraising me.

"So the rumors are true, my Lady," Kento said. Immu simply nodded. "This is Jason, our soon-to-be Lord," the woman nodded in approval, but still did not address me when she spoke, not even when I spoke to her to just say hello.

"Our Keymistress is the head of the staff," continued Immu. "She answers only to me, and will eventually answer to you, once we are bonded." Maybe that explained why Kento was so curt with me. Not that I cared too much. The servants approached; a few appeared dressed in more elaborate robes, some with pins or medals, or armbands that, according to Immu, denoted rank or area of service. They all gave a small bow as they passed, but they hurried as they passed, entering the keep through side entrances. Kento remained with us, filling Immu in on the latest news and developments beyond castle walls.

There had been raids across the shores, but the defenses, and the people who manned them, held. The attack we suffered a week ago had been the result of Lord Dover blasting through the southwest side of the wall and invading with a small force. He did the most damage. People had died.

Thankfully, the Guard and the women had killed most of the invaders and pushed Dover away. Now Kento gave a report on rebuilding efforts, and did say the City Guard wanted a word. She nodded, and commanded her to pass orders along to the staff. She'd welcome the Guard at the keep. Good for me to meet them as well. I would eventually be military myself.

Once everyone had made it inside, the gates were closed, and we went back in. The keep was now abuzz with activity. People were coming and going, and every time I caught them, particularly the female staff, glancing at me, they quickly avoided my eyes when they realized I caught them.

My initial thought was, "I no longer have Immu all to myself," and I was surprisingly upset. Not because I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her, though that was true. Over the week I had spent so much time with her, had so many fascinating talks about her world, mine, about the nature of bonding, about the other women. With her being so busy on her ladyship tasks, would I miss out on these?

We had gone to the dining room, a place we hadn't used before because we'd been grabbing our meals at the kitchen, or at one another's beds. Now the servants were busy at work at the stoves. We had a little time to ourselves, and we continued to tease one another until lunch was served. As we ate, she finally revealed her plans.

"I saw two fresh faces today," she said. "Two new girls. I asked Kento about them, and today of all days, is their first time entering my employ." Immu was now playing with the food; there was a sultry tone in her voice as she spoke of these girls. I nodded.

"What are they like?" I asked, understanding full well where this was headed. These two were strangers to both her and me.

"Oh, gorgeous young women," she said. "As they've come of age, they have been picked by Kento to serve me personally. One of them, Gala, is a sweet-looking elven girl, long pointed ears, silver blonde hair on a long braid falling to her waist. Gorgeous. And the other is called Val; she is a harpy. Long black hair, and an exquisite figure."

"Sounds nice..." There was a term that worried me, so I asked. "What do you mean they've come of age?" I asked.

"It means that they've passed their eighteenth birthday, about three months ago for Gala, and two weeks ago for Val. In our world, you cannot do much in life before you are grown. Especially when that means minding your Lady. They have to go through years of training before they're allowed in."

I sighed, relieved. "Good." After a while, I asked, "So these girls, Gala and Val, you've never met. They're strangers for me, and for you." Immu nodded. "And you think they'd... appreciate a show?" At this, the kitsune tilted her head, questioning. "I mean, those women in the park, from my story... How do I put this?" I struggled to put this into terms.

"These girls... will they be okay seeing us do what we're going to do? Because when that girl and I did it in the park, we didn't go at it out of nowhere; we'd been teasing the women who were watching us. And we only went all the way because they were clearly into it. What happens if these girls don't, or if they feel that they have to be there or you'll be rid of them?" Immu, understanding what I was asking, cocked her head and gave me a warm smile.

"It is so good to see you concern yourself with these things," she said. "Remember when I mentioned that I often... partake in activities with my serving girls? I said that a few of them were humans?" I nodded. "Well... my predilections are this kingdom's worst-kept secret. I have little birds here and there, listening in for secrets. When we decide who gets to work at this keep, particularly when it comes to my own ladies in waiting, and as part of our vetting process, we investigate." Immu left her seat and straddled me, wrapping her arms around my head, wrists locked behind my head. When she continued talking, she did so in a sultry, sweet voice that made every hair on my body stand to attention.

"I make sure that the girls I bring into my service are the sort of young girls who will joyfully and enthusiastically partake in these sorts of activities." And based on what I know of these two... we will have our fun.

"So this whole castle knows about me?" I asked.

"The castle, and more," she kissed me. But as we could be interrupted at any time, she rose and returned to her seat. We ate, and then I went back to her room, where she asked me to wait as she carried out her duties. Before I knew it, hours had passed.

Immu's room was an ornate, green palace. The silks were green, the rug looked as if it were made of moss and flowers, all in various shades of emerald. The bed was vast, way bigger than the one in my chambers. It reminded me of the summoning room, with its wall-to-wall, circular mattress floor. There were dozens of pillows, thin, soft bedsheets, and there was a faint scent of forest in the air.

I was lying on the bed. In here, Immu and I would fuck our brains out day or night. While the bedsheets were dirty, they smelled of us. Like the sheets in my bed, where we also spent a few hours.

There was a knock at the door. Immu entered, and she was indeed followed by two girls. Gala was gorgeous. She had the same sharp features that Luna had; I guessed that various kinds of elves shared some traits. This looked like a softer, lovelier version of our resident dark elf. The braid Immu had mentioned fell across the side of her chest, reaching her waist. She had her hands clasped at the front and gently bowed when she saw me.

Val's robe was a bit looser. She was barefoot on the ground, and her long locks of raven hair looked messy, as if she'd flown here. Her wings were of a deep crimson red, and I noted her fingers didn't have nails, but something closer to claws. They looked sharp. She bowed too.

"Jason, these are Gala and Val, my new handmaidens." She said. "Alright, I need you girls to clear this bed," she pointed at the vast frame, the sheets and pillows in a disordered heap. They nodded and approached. I exited the bed. As per Immu's instruction, I had waited for them shirtless. Both girls kept stealing glances. Immu and I sat on a nearby couch and watched the girls work.

As the girls did their duties, Immu placed a finger on my jaw and gently used it to pull my face in her direction. She wore a loose kimono, the kind that easily opens when you pull on her belt. Easy as unwrapping a present. I could see her huge tits nearly escaping their loose constraints. She kissed me, and I responded. I had one hand on her thigh, gently caressing her leg and slowly moving up until I was grabbing her ass-cheek. I pressed it, and she kissed me more intensely.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the girls. They were obviously trying not to stare, but they looked at each other as they worked. I noted a faint smile on Gala's elven face.

Immu stopped kissing me, and after quickly sharing a look with me, she spoke. First, she cleared her throat. The girls stopped.

"What was that, Gala?" she asked. The elven girl went red in the face, avoiding Immu's eyes.

"M'lady?" she asked. She had a slight tremble to her voice.

"Your face, as you pulled on that sheet," said Immu with authority. She still had one arm wrapped around the back of my head, and her other hand rested on my lower stomach, right above the buckle of my belt.

"I'm sorry, m'lady, I don't understand," Gala answered.

"You made a face, as if you'd smelt something unpleasant. What is the problem?"

"Nothing, nothing at all, m'lady, I'm sorry," said the girl. Val was standing head bowed now. Immu sighed.

"It is fine, I guess," she said. "You are both maidens still. Are you not?" she asked. They both nodded, but Gala was more enthusiastic in her response.

"Of course, m'lady, neither of us has wed," she said. Fuck, they were not only strangers, but they were virgins. Why did that make it hotter? Oh... because it would be new to them too... I started getting hard.

"Well, this is what a bed smells like when male and female lay with one another," she said. "You are smelling the scent of your lady, and your future lord, as they bond." Gala's cheeks were now flashing red. There was the faint trace of a smile on Val.

I was starting to harden up after seeing their reactions.

"Maybe a demonstration of what it looks like is in order," I suggested. Immu's hand went down until it gently caressed my cock over the pants. Seeing this, Gala stared at Val, eyes wide in surprise.

"M'lady, we can leave if you wish for privacy," Gala said.

"You may leave if you wish. But you are ladies in my service. This is not the last time you will have to clean up after our mess. You can leave, truly," she said, her grip on me increasing. "Or you may watch," Immu started undoing the buttons on my trousers.

"May we... sit?" asked Val. Immu and I shared a look. My cock was nearly poking out, barely contained by the fabric. Immu nodded at the girls. Gala and Val sat on the carpeted floor, eyes darting from Immu to me and back to Immu. My fox-girl and I shared a look. Then I had my hand wrapped around her neck as her hand went into my pants, grabbing my cock, and stroking it but without pulling it out.

My hand went down her collarbone and pulled on her kimono, exposing her tits. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girls, entranced. Certainly not how they expected their first day at work to go.

I started playing with Immu's gorgeous pink nipple, gently rubbing it, pulling slightly, as she continued to stroke me. She then set herself on the couch, resting her legs on it. She nestled on it, and in a moment, she had pulled my cock out. Val's jaw dropped. Gala covered her mouth, cheeks red, staring at my steel-hard cock. Being watched by these two virgins made my blood pump.

Immu cupped my balls on her head, and I felt her soft lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. Warm spit soaked my shaft, and I felt the gentle sucking sensation as her head began to bop up and down slowly.

The kitsune's tails waved, and I grabbed one of them by the base and started to gently pull on it. That was something she adored, having her tails stroked, pulled, combed. It was like pulling on a girl's hair as you fucked her. On the floor, the girls would not stop staring at their mistress. I pulled on Immu's kimono to reveal her naked shape to the girls. I slapped the kitsune's ass, and the moan she released was snuffed by my cock pressing into her throat. I slapped her again to hear the whimpers she made, and in response she started bobbing her head faster now.

It certainly felt different from being viewed by the other girls. But I had completely forgotten what this experiment was about. Each time I had fucked the kitsune, the need to push for the bond was at the back of my mind. Thinking about it now, this was the first time, other than the day I was pulled into the Summoning Room, that I let my mind go blank, enjoying her, and enjoying the moment.

These inexperienced girls were almost in a trance, as if refusing to blink, because they weren't willing to lose the action for a fraction of a second.

Now I firmly grasped Immu's ass, and I was able to slide a few fingers in the crack of her ass, finding both holes soon. Her pussy was drenched. So I shoved my fingers inside her. She released my cock, and moaned loudly. It must have taken the girls a moment to understand I was fingering Immu.

But I wanted my cock sucked, to completion.

I fingered her harder, but with my other hand I pulled Immu by one of her ears, back to her place. She obeyed, and started sucking me more frantically.

Sitting on the couch, with my kitsune blowing me before these two virgin strangers, it took very little time for me to have my first orgasm. When it happened, I groaned and pushed Immu by the back of her head, deep down. I felt her swallowing the load, then I released her.

And something else, something feral and different, came over me. It wasn't just the explosion of pleasure that washed all over my body, but a deeper, ancient force. I looked at her, and her features were sharper, more fox than girl. When her eyes met mine, her ears stood firm, and slowly, a smile came onto her lips. I was almost hyperventilating; my breathing was so fast, the air came in and out of me in loud huffing sounds. It was almost like.... Like a panting, exhausted animal.

"Your eyes," she said. "They're green..." I would have to take her word for it. My eyes were deep brown, almost black. But Immu caressed my cheek and said, "They shine, like emeralds," and kissed me. But I needed to have her. I couldn't get enough with a blowjob. I pulled her hair to force her head back, exposing her neck. I looked her up and down, her perfect tits uncovered.

"You two," I said to the girls. "Finish setting the bed for us."

The girls were agitated, entranced as they watched us, and I had to growl at them so I could get their attention. They stood, rapidly, and without waiting for confirmation from their lady, they hurried back to their labors.

I wrapped my arms around Immu, and kissed her deeply. Maybe calling it a kiss wasn't exactly right; it was more voracious than that. It was animalistic, and deep.

As soon as the girls were done setting the sheets, I commanded them to stay on the mattress, but at the feet of the bed. I finished undressing Immu as she undressed me, and I pushed her between the pillows. I had her ass up, naked, her tails flowing before me.

I fucked her, prone, over and over until I lost track of how many times I finished in her cunt. And with each orgasm, I could feel the beast growing bigger and bigger inside me.