A Goddess in Servitude
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A Goddess in Servitude
"Here, let me straighten your necktie," a small figure spoke, standing on a chair while fixing the necktie for another person. She looked like a small-sized, humanoid vulpine, possibly measuring a bit over a meter at most. Her skin was mostly on a light hue of yellow, with just a brush of reddish on top, almost hinting to orange. Her ears projected for about five inches above her head, ending in a black tip with a small tuft of white fur inside the cartilage. Her tail, measuring about a foot and a half at most swayed from side to side, ending in a small black tip as well.
Her shoulder-length hair of auburn color neatly kept in several layers falling down in a straight, but slightly puffed fashion. A small lace ribbon tied from under her hair, ending above her head. She cocked her head to the side, making sure the necktie of the person she was helping with was correctly in place. A small tuft of tan-colored fur covered the area below her neck and the upper side of her shoulders.
"What time do you get off work?" She asked, raising her head, her jade eyes looking into him.
"Around seven, usually. Why?" The human answered in wonder. He, unlike his helper, was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a simple human. Standing tall at about five and a half foot, brown hair to just a bit above his shoulders, slightly spiked to the back in his usual arrangement. He was currently in formal wear, with brown trousers, a white shirt, and a brown necktie, which the vulpine-look alike figure was tending to.
"There. Very well, I'll have dinner for you ready by then," she spoke, brushing her hands in her pink apron-like garment. It looked like an apron, but not quite at the same time. Covering from her bosom, a decent size for someone of her altitude, down to her hips, by the front, extending to her back just below her bust-line. From there on, around the back the clothing extended for just a few inches, ending just above from where her tail erupted. Circling around her body, but not snuggling her body, the cloth suddenly extended further down right in front of her legs, to just a bit above her knees, but still leaving the front open. She wore some sort of under-shirt or the like in black color, which ended along with the cloth on the back, and at the same height on the front. Her pink underwear clearly exposed from behind, but barely on the front. A silky, red cloth tied into a ribbon on the back held everything in place, almost like the obi of a kimono.
"Th- thanks," he answered in wonder.
"Oh, right. Here you go," the vulpine jumped down from the chair with a small hop and headed to the nearby counter of the kitchen, grabbing a small box. "Your lunch," she said, extending her hands with the box to him, a faint blush almost in her cheeks.
"Eh? A lunch box?" He spoke in surprise.
"Yes," she cocked her head as he took the box from her paw-like hands. She had five digits as per a normal human, but they kept the natural look from her vixen's appearance, including the soft budding on the underside. "Why so surprised?"
"Oh, sorry. Just not used to it, that's all."
"Alright. Don't forget your suitcase," she said as he started to walk near the door.
"Right, thanks." He spoke, grabbing the previously mentioned suitcase.
She hummed. "Not forgetting anything behind?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm not."
"Have a nice day at work," she smiled at him, a paw up in the air almost as if waving him goodbye.
He smiled to himself as he closed the door behind him. I don't complain, but I can't believe what happened yesterday...
~*~
Man, this was a bad day... He thought to himself. Not only my boss scolded the crap out of me, I got to get out late from work too. He looked around. It was already dark as he walked back to his apartment. It wasn't the most incredible place to live, but he managed alright, at least until he got a better job and salary. He patted the money he had on his shirt pocket, neatly folded away.
"I'm exhausted," he sighed. His eyes lifted as he walked near a shrine. I can't remember when was the last time I ever came here to pray. He wondered to himself. Guess it can't hurt to start doing it again. Who else can I ask for help, anyway? He started to walk up the steps.
Reaching the top, he found the temple empty. He walked to the center, where the box for donations and the bell rested. He rung it softly once, and then bowed, his hands pressed together ahead of him. For the split second he remained bowing, he suddenly felt his shirt lighter.
Realization came to him like a lightning, his eyes snapping open as his arms got ready to move, but it was too late. What money he had, it had already succumbed into the depths of the donation box. And there was no way he was getting that back. With the design of the box, the depth of it, and the fact that no one was there, his awe-struck face was the only thing he had now. Perhaps tomorrow when there was someone around he would have better luck...
Certainly the worst day, ever...
Reluctantly, he picked up what little spirit he had left and walked back down the steps, back into his usual route to where he lived. The city was quiet, as this wasn't right in the middle of a metropolis, which was good for him, because he needed the silence. As the only thing he could do right now, was to mentally beat himself up for that. He still had enough money for the month's rent, but he would have to cut down a bit on everything else now.
Without too much effort, he reached his place. It was late, he was exhausted; he needed to relax. Setting the water running in his bathtub, he proceeded to get ready. Leaving the bathroom, he discarded all of his formal-wear into his bedroom, standing clad in boxers and an inner shirt of white color. As he entered back into the bathroom, he took off the remaining peaces of clothing he had before slowly entering into the tub, laying back and enjoying the warmth.
As he was finishing his routine in the bath, he had barely jumped into a new pair of boxers before someone rung the doorbell of his apartment.
"What the? Who could be that late at night...?" He wondered out loud, quickly slipping into a white t-shirt and some blue shorts. He brushed the towel against his hair for the few seconds he had before getting to the door before hanging it around his neck. "Coming," he yelled on the way.
"Good evening!" A small creature, looking like a bipedal vulpine greeted him, clearly a female due to her bust. Besides her apron-like attire, she carried a bag with herself. "Sorry for showing up so late, my name is Kitsu," she spoke, clearly in an eager and happy tone. Her jade eyes looked up to him. "I received a large donation from, so I'm here to thank you."
He was dumbfounded.
"Therefore, in order to show you my gratitude, I'll be helping you with whatever you need. So don't hesitate to ask me!" She smiled.
"Who?" Was all he could mutter.
"I'm a goddess! You know, I live at that shrine."
"Right." I still can't understand how that happened. "Come in, then," he blinked several times as she stepped inside. And that's how it all began...
~*~
"Welcome home~," Kitsu said, her tone cheerful and bright. "Hope you had a nice day at work, master," she smiled at him as he entered his apartment.
"Master?" He wondered.
"Is there something wrong with the way I address you?" She wondered, blinking her jade eyes twice at him.
"N- no, I guess it's fine if you are fine with it. It just caught me by surprise. But you can just call me by name if you want" he chuckled as she took the briefcase from his hands.
"Marcus..." She whispered. "No, I couldn't, Master." She set aside his briefcase.
"Woah!" He exclaimed, opening a door, making the vulpine turn around, almost in surprise. "You really cleaned up this place. I didn't know my place could look so good!"
"Oh, please. Don't flatter me," she blushed, hiding behind a paw with a smile.
She even organized all of my things neatly into one place, and even put labels around. Is this really the work of a Goddess?
"Master, why don't you go ahead and take a bath while I finish your dinner. The water in the tub is ready," she smiled as she turned around and walked into the kitchen, not so far away before hopping into a chair so she could reach everything. Humming to herself, she put on an actual apron above her already apron-like garment before tending to the meal.
He did as he was offered. Not wasting much time into getting on the tub. While it was definitely a better day than before, he was still beat.
So relaxing...
"How's the temperature?" She voiced out loud.
"Just perfect," he answered. Honestly, it was.
"I'm glad." She smiled, even though he couldn't see him, tail wagging from side to side.
Truly, the work of a Goddess it seems. I wonder how long will this last...
Finishing, he dried himself up and threw on some clothes as he stepped out. He could already smell the lingering scent of whatever she was preparing, but it smelled delicious. Stepping into the kitchen, he found himself staring at what almost looked like a five course meal basically. Several dishes were aligned on the table. Entrée, the main dish, et al. It was all there.
He grabbed his chopsticks and, to give it a taste try, picked something out the main dish first. It didn't take long for his face to brighten up. "This is delicious." He spoke after gulping down.
"I'm glad. I tried my best to make something to accommodate to your tastes. Here," she grabbed a bottle of wine. "Let me pour you," she tilted the bottle as he moved his cup underneath it, red wine pouring into it.
"You are awesome, Kitsu. But I have to wonder... How long are you going to stay here?"
She blushed a bit. "Oh, don't worry, Master." She smiled. "Besides, it is thank to you that I was able to get away from the shrine. It does get a bit boring back there, you know," she set the bottle on the table as he took a drink.
"I see." He took a gulp from his drink. "Hey, wait a moment. Aren't you eating anything?" He wondered. Now that I think about it, has she eaten anything since yesterday, or do Goddesses not need food?
"Thank you for your concern, Master. But I'm fine right now," she pressed her paws against the lower edge of the apron covering her clothes, smiling at him with her jade eyes.
"Have you eaten anything at all today?"
"Well..." She trailed off, head hanging a bit. "No," she whispered.
He extended his hand. "Then please, help yourself."
"But, no, no. I couldn't," she shook her head.
"I insist," he stood, walking to the counter in order to pick another cup.
She quickly rushed to his side, jumping on the edge of her feet with hands extended up, trying to reach up to sort of stop him, but she was nowhere near tall. "Master..."
"Please. Just because you are offering your gratitude to me, it doesn't mean you have to forget about yourself. So again, I insist," he said, still holding the cup, his left hand about to pick another set of chopsticks.
"Is it really okay, Master?" She lowered her hands.
"Completely," he nodded. "Besides, I don't think I could finish all of this myself," he smiled.
"Alright," she nodded. With that, he finished grabbing what he was going to get. Setting it by the table, he grabbed a second plate as she pushed one chair to the other side. Pouring her a cup from the wine, she climbed to the chair and sat, enjoying the meal with her master.
They didn't talk much during the meal, but she finished a bit sooner than he.
He nodded, finishing his food. "Thank you for the meal, Kitsu. It was great."
"I'm glad," she answered, taking the last drink from her cup. "And thanks for letting me join you, Master." She didn't waste time though, already gathering all of the dishes as she hopped back into the chair by the counter, working on cleaning them.
"If you don't mind me... Where did you sleep yesterday? Or don't you need to sleep?" I fell asleep too early yesterday and she was already up when I woke up...
She was already working on the dishes, quickly cleaning them without too much trouble. "A few hours, at least. But don't worry, Master. I'll manage on my own," she closed the water current, turning around to look at him.
"Nonsense," he shook his head. "After all this, the least I can offer is at least some sort of proper accommodation for you."
"Master..." Her eyes gleamed.
"I think I have a second futon available, I'll get that for you," he walked away.
She remained there, perched on the chair, a blush and a smile on her face. I think I found myself a good master. A tear trickled down her cheek. She gasped, mostly in surprise. Her right paw moved up, wiping the tear away. "Tears?" She shook her head, her ever-usual smile present as she turned around, finishing her chores.
A few moments later, Marcus appeared from around the room. "It's done. I hope you don't mind, but the only place I could set it was in my room as well. I'm beat, so I'll go to bed myself."
"Good night, master," she called while tilting her head a little.
"Good night to you too, Kitsu. Thanks for today."
She finished the dishes a few minutes later. Drying her paws with a nearby cloth, she removed her apron and hung it around the chair. Hopping down, she stretched a bit. Looking around, she made sure everything was cleaned. Once she felt satisfied with the looks of the place, she left the place, turning off the lights on her way to her master's bedroom. True to his words, he had set an extra futon a few paces away from his own. Cover and pillow all ready for her.
Smiling, she walked next to it. Undoing the bow-tie of the obi around her hips, she softened the apron-like garment on top, easily removing it; remaining clad only her pink panties. The black cloth apparently being attached to her apron-like piece. Stifling a yawn behind a paw, she pulled the covers aside and slipped into the futon, pulling the covers around her. It wasn't cold outside, but she could certainly grow attached to sleeping like that.
~*~
"Master, your breakfast is ready, as well as your clothes," Kitsu spoke, entering the room, wearing her usual apron-like garment.
"Wha--" Marcus muttered, opening his eyes. He could see her standing by the frame of the door, suddenly walking in. Before he could even wonder what she was going to do, his alarm clock barely rang for a second before being turned off by her.
"Your breakfast is ready, Master," she smiled at him.
"Oh, thanks," he started to get up. Noticing the futon next to him was already neatly folded. He figured she had actually used and just fixed it after waking up.
"I apologize for not having your breakfast ready yesterday. I must admit I still wasn't used to your place, so I couldn't find my way through."
"You don't have to apologize," he walked alongside her to the kitchen.
"I hope you don't mind my company in the table, Master." He noticed two sets on the table as she said.
"No, not at all," he smiled back at her, easing back the chair for her. She was still a female in the end.
With a slight blush, taken aback, and paw pressed to her chest mid-sigh, she spoke. "Master, you are too kind," she hopped onto the chair before he edged it forward a bit again.
"Compared to what you do for me, that's nothing," he said, almost on accident, but true in the end.
She couldn't say much after that, determined only in eating much like him...
Not too many words later, they both left the table. Except she did it a faster pace, starting to gather all the plates, only placing them in the sink however. "Will you be back by the same time as yesterday, Master?"
"I should be back home about an hour earlier today."
"Very well, I'll have your dinner ready by then as well."
He enjoyed her company, but there were a few details he still had to work out with her. His head hung slightly to the side with a chuckle. "Our dinner," he said.
She was taken aback, but her expression was replaced by a smile. Nodding, "Our dinner," she corrected herself.
He left the room, back into the bedroom in order to change his clothes. A few moments later, Kitsu was already waiting outside of his bedroom.
"Master, you necktie isn't right again," she sighed.
"Oh," he gazed down, but couldn't really see what she meant. She grabbed one of his hands and led him around back to the kitchen. She hopped onto a chair and quickly adjusted it again.
"There, all done. Here's your lunch," she turned around, grabbing another box like yesterday and handing it to him. As soon as he took it, she hopped down the chair, repeating the process from yesterday, handing him his briefcase. "And your briefcase."
"Thanks." He took it as well, walking towards the door.
"Have a good day at work, Master~!" She waved him goodbye once again.
"You too, have a nice day," he returned, leaving the place.
With that done. She turned around, hopping back into the chair by the sink, putting on the red apron she had before and set on cleaning the dishes without too much trouble. As she finished, she dried her hands on an nearby cloth and then hopped down the chair. She dragged the chair towards the balcony on the back of the house, where she had hung several of Marcus' clothes to dry to the fresh air.
Returning inside, she grabbed a basket from the bathroom and headed back to the balcony. Hopping into the chair, she started to reach for the clothing, having to stand in tiptoes with one leg, the other one extended behind almost as if practicing ballet while her hand extended to grab the hanger. Removing the hangers, she folded the clothes with her hands to the best of her ability considering they were air-dried only, before squatting down to place it onto the basket, the hangers being left on the side.
Time's running out... She thought to herself, absent-mindedly doing her chores. If I don't do something soon, I'll have to leave this plane. She sighed. I need to do it this night, or else... She shook her head. Wait, why am I worrying so much about this? Have I grown this attached already? Kitsu, you silly Goddess... They did give me leave in the end, but still... I gu-- Her ears perked up, along with her face.
She looked to her side, eyeing a human girl on the balcony of the apartment next door that had glanced over at her. Oh no! "Ahaha!" She just laughed, quickly scurrying back inside with what laundry she had finished tending to.
That was close... I can't be let seen by anyone other than my Master... She rested against the door leading to the balcony now closed, paw pressed to her chest, feeling her hear beat. I can't be scolded by the upper Gods, not right now. I don't want to le-- She shook her head, paws pressed against it somewhat disheveling her hair. There I go again.
She slid down, plopping against the floor, sitting against the door. But is it really a bad thing I feel like this? Her hands quickly fixed her hair before her left one pressed against her chest again. I mean... I'm not doing anything bad. Right? She gently shook her head. No, not at all. So it should all be fine. She nodded to herself, happily.
"Guess I'll take care of this laundry while that lady out there goes away..." She stood up, grabbing the basket and walking away.
~*~
"I'm home," Marcus said, closing the door behind me.
Kitsu quickly appeared, wearing her red apron on top of her clothes, tail wagging a bit. "Welcome home, Master." Without hesitation, she once again took his briefcase from him, setting it aside. "I didn't ready the bath since I felt it was still too early. Is that ok?"
"Yeah, no problem," he nodded, undoing his necktie a bit.
"That's good," she sighed in relief. "Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes," she headed back to the kitchen.
"Alright, I'll be back in a moment," Marcus announced, heading in the direction of his room. He merely undid his tie, hanging it as well as undoing the top button of his shirt. He readied some clothes, but didn't quite change into them. He started to walk back, listening to a distinctive humming in the direction of the kitchen.
"Instead of saying I like you ~~" She sang in a low tone, but he could barely pick it up. "I merely wag my tail~~" He kept listening. She switched to only doing humming sounds for a moment. "Tail, tail, taaail, tail~~" She sung, before going back to humming.
He took a few steps back, opening the door to his room before closing it a bit louder, hoping she would hear him. It appeared it had worked, since as he walked back, he wasn't humming anything now; her tail was swaying around though. "Smells delicious," he spoke.
"Thank you, Master. I hope you'll like today's meal as well," she answered, grabbing a dish while hopping down from the chair, setting it on the table.
"Here, let me help you," Marcus spoke, heading for one of the plates.
"Master... Thanks," she smiled, tail wagging a bit as she hopped back into the chair by the counter to grab another dish. Much like the previous day, she had cooked a full-course meal basically. Grabbing two cups while Marcus picked a bottle of wine, they both headed back to the table at the same time. Though since Kitsu was there faster, she just hopped into her place before he could help her.
With everything set, he poured wine into both cups before they both grabbed their chopsticks, eating at their own leisure. Uneventful as yesterday's dinner was, this one went in a similar fashion. Once they finished, she lost no time whatsoever in gathering the dishes. She wouldn't even let him help her on this one, her paw gently slapping his hand as he tried to grab one plate, flashing him a smile as she grabbed it.
Hopping between chairs without trouble at all, she carried all the dishes to the sink, including the cups. "Master, if you would like," she started. "I can ready the bath for you."
"Don't worry, I'm not so tired today, so I'll probably just bathe."
She just looked straight at him, before sighing with a smile. "I guess there's no fighting you, Master," she giggled.
He shrugged, walking away. "I just don't feel right with you doing everything, I guess." He started to prepare the bath before heading back to his bedroom. Discarding his pants and shirt, remaining in boxers, he grabbed the clothes he had prepared before, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, before heading back to the bathroom. He finished undressing himself there as the temperature of the small water current he had opened was ready.
He sat in a small stool he had, dampening his body with the showerhead.
~*~
Setting down the dishes, Kitsu breathed in deeply. Once, twice, and three times. She dried her hands, almost done with the dishes anyway, as she took her apron off and set it over the chair. She hopped down, and headed in the direction of the bathroom. As she approached the door, she wobbled a bit, coming to a stop immediately, hands to side as if gaining her balance. She blinked her eyes once, taking in a deep breath of air.
She stepped into the ante-room, where the washing and drying machines were, along with the sink and toilet. The screen door leading to the actual bath closed. She raised a paw, but quickly lowered it, blushing. She shook her head, balling up her paws into a fist before relaxing. She raised her head in determination.
"Master," she spoke.
He was a bit surprised at her voice, actually. "Yes?" He answered from the inside, lowering his hand holding the showerhead, looking in the direction of the screen door. Due to the light from that side, he could clearly see her figure, but only as a shadow so to speak.
She didn't actually wait for much of an answer, untying the obi of her apron-like garment. "Would you like me to help you?" She asked, blushing profusely.
"Uhh..." Was all he could mutter, looking at her figure untying the obi before the apron-like garment on top fell to the floor. She quickly stepped aside and picked it up, neatly folding it in a second or two and laying it aside. Without warning or the like, she slid open the screen door.
She was still, of course, clad in her pink underwear, but had nothing covering her breasts. Which even with the slight fur of her body, looked as their namesakes no less.
"Uhh..." He muttered once again, unsure on what do to, or even say. He kept starting at her, who was blushing enough to make it visible on her yellowish fur. Without hesitation, she closed the door behind her and walked around him.
She grabbed a sponge-like item, along with a small bottle. "I'll wash your back." With that, she dampened the sponge-like item with the showerhead by moving it in front of the stream, and then poured a bit form the contents of the bottle onto it.
Standing behind him, she pressed it against his back and started to gently brush him.
"You don't..." He started.
Being cut off by her, "It's alright." With that, he set down the showerhead, closing off the water stream with the handle in front of him. He remained in silence as she kept working. She suddenly stopped.
Just as he wondered what was going on, he heard the thud of the soaked sponge hitting the floor before she collapsed against his back. He quickly turned around to catch her as she slid down, managing to get her before she hit the floor. He turned her around, laying her on her back.
"Kitsu? Kitsu?!" He rocked her body lightly. Her jade eyes opened.
"Master?" She wondered out loud.
"Are you alright?"
She tried sitting up, managing with a bit of help. Her paws held her head as she bent forward a bit before gently shaking her head. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. What happened?"
"No," she sighed. "I'm not apologizing for fainting. It's for what I'm about to ask..."
He eyed her, eyebrows raised in wonder. "Kitsu?"
"You asked how long I could stay before... That is up to you, Master," she said. Before he could say anything she continued. "When I left the shrine, the Goddesses allowed me to remain outside for as long as I wanted, however..." She blushed, turning her head around a bit. "I don't know how to say this, in order to remain in the physical world, I need the life energy of people..."
He kept listening as she turned back to look at him. "This is the first time I left the shrine, and I didn't know how long I would last, but it seems..." she sighed. "I'm running out of energies."
He blinked. Still not entirely grasping the situation. "I need you, Master... Or rather, forgive me for saying it this bluntly, I need a part of you." He kept staring at her jade eyes when, without warning, her hand grabbed his member. His body jerked a bit, but didn't quite move. Her body started to move closer to him. Without any indication to tell her otherwise, she gently pushed his body back so he rested against the floor on his behind, crawling her body up to his, her eyes looked misty, as if overcome by some other force or downright survival instinct.
Her hand moved up and down against his length. Slowly at first, watching the rate at which it engorged into its full size in a matter of seconds. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she kept going. Her face drew closer, letting out a warm breath of air on him, earning a small shudder before her the tip of her mouth touched him. Without hesitation, her mouth took in the tip of his member.
Licking to the best of her ability on the underside, her hand continued to move up and down. He just remained there, watching her work him like nobody else had. If that was her first time stepping out into the physical world, she sure had ability. With shudders and sighs of enjoyment, she continued her work, taking a bit more of his length into her mouth while her hand started to move faster.
Her raspy-like tongue doing wonders to him, probably more than she knew. "Ki- Kitsu," he muttered. She figured he was warning her or something, but it was beyond her comprehension right now. She just kept going.
Finally, she hit what she was looking for. She felt his member pulse inside her mouth before a warm stream of liquid shot inside her mouth. Her hand slowed at that point, gulping down whatever he had to offer as he kept cumming inside her mouth. With a final lick of the tip of his member, she savored her insides.
The fog-like look of her eyes cleared, it seemed. As when he looked at her, he could see the perfect jade color of her eyes once again. Her eyes opened wide, paw going straight to her mouth as she gasped, suddenly in realization of what had just happened. "Master! I, I..." She stood, looking to the sides, and panicking, both paws near her mouth. "I'm sorry," she hung her head, tail between her legs. "I really am, I... I don't know what came over me." She sniffled. "I just... Didn't want to... have to leave."
He saw a tear trickle down her furred cheeks, followed by another one crashing into the floor of the bathroom. She couldn't look at him, she couldn't even find the words to say. I'm probably going to have to leave. She thought. I-- Her train of thought got interrupted as she felt him embracing her. "Master?" She whispered, sniffling, and almost sounding happy.
"I don't want you to leave either," he said. "I've enjoyed these two days with you. And I don't mean it just because you've taken care of the place, or cooked for me. But you actually make things more livelier. Your bright attitude is cheering, relaxing, and you are a nice... person, I guess that's the word," he chuckled. Breaking the embrace and looking to her eyes.
"You really mean that, Master?"
He nodded.
"Master!" She jumped at him, her petit frame hugging him, arms around his neck as she stood in tiptoes, barely being able to manage. She remained like that for a second before letting go. "Hmm... Master?" She looked down, index fingers of each paw against each other, as if looking nervous.
"Yes?" He blinked.
"Could we... keep going?" She blushed, even though he couldn't see.
He chuckled a bit to his insides. "You tell me. I'm not sure how exactly you Goddesses work."
"I don't know how much 'that' will last, but I know it's not enough. I still feel low on energies..." She looked up at him.
He hummed. "I'm not quite sure how to answer without making it sound awkward," he chuckled.
"Wait," she hopped around him. She had left a bit of soap on his body from before, so she grabbed the showerhead, and quickly turned on the water enough to get a small stream to take off the soap residue on his back. She turned it off and walked to the door. "Could you... follow me?" She asked, opening the door and stepping into the bathroom's ante-room. She pressed her feet on the matt by the entrance a few times to dry them and then grabbed her clothes before running out. Her fur wasn't wet enough, even from when she crawled on the floor, so she wasn't dripping along the way as she entered the hallway and disappeared from sight.
He stood up, grabbed a towel on the way out. Quickly dried himself, or rather, just brushed the towel around his body to avoid dripping and then fastened it around his middle, covering down to his legs as he walked outside. He could see the light on his bedroom on, so he headed over there.
Standing there, in the middle of Marcus' futon, was Kitsu. Except this time she was completely naked. Her apron-like garment and underwear sitting atop the folded away futon she used the previous night.
"Master..." She whispered, her paws somewhat covering her lower regions, a crimson blush in her cheeks. "I know I don't look anything close to a human, and I'm too short, and many other things, but..." She paused, gulping down. "Would you... make love to me?" Her tail swayed softly as her blush further deepened, tainting her cheeks even more.
"If that's what you want and need," he said. Earning a nod from her, as her tail started to wiggle faster.
"I have one request though... Master, would you let me be in charge?" Fortunately, she couldn't blush anymore.
He smiled. "I don't even know what you need exactly, so I suppose it's best if you do anyway."
As he took a step forward, she made a small hop in his direction, taking his hand with her paw as she lead him back to the futon. With no warning whatsoever, or not that he minded it, she took away his towel and gently pushed him down as before. "Before we begin however..." She said, pressing her right paw to his stomach. A small breeze gathered for a second before quickly dissipating, a small seal-like symbol appearing on his chest.
"What?" His eyes jerked open.
"Don't worry," she smiled. "I wouldn't hurt you, Master. It's just a seal to provide you with extra energy should it be required. I'm not sure myself how long I'll need to go. It's mostly to prevent." She giggled. "As I said, I wouldn't dare hurt you, Master."
With that, she crawled down a bit, her face coming near his not-so-ready member. Repeating the actions from before, except for being fully conscious now, she kissed the tip of it while her hand grabbed. His body jerked a bit out of instinct, but that was it. Slowly, her hand started to stroke his length, up, and down. One and another time as it kept gaining energies. Without a word, her mouth latched onto him once again. Along with her paw, her mouth kept bobbing up and down, as her tongue tried to lick around to the best of her ability.
And again, unbeknownst to her, the raspy nature of her tongue was giving her quite the advantage.
"Kitsu... Your tongue... It's incredible," he managed in whispers.
Moving her head away a bit, she spoke, "Good to know you are enjoying this as much as I am then, Master." Licking the rim of her lips, she returned to what she was doing, tail wagging behind her. Granted, she wanted more, her body was aching, CRAVING for more already, but she would wait; being her first time on the physical world, she figured she would at least save that for him.
She continued for a few more seconds, suddenly slowing down a bit, panting and gasping a bit. Her hand kept working on him, though at a slightly slower pace. "Master, I can't..." She shook her head. "I need to..." She shook her head once again. "I mean, could you!" She shook her head yet one more time, leaving him as perplexed as when she began, but it became clear to him soon enough what she meant as she turned around, climbing on top of his body, presenting her underside to him, a flustered look on her face.
She was still going slow on him, watching him almost as if with desperation, waiting for him to do something. He took in the view first, not quite used to dealing with a furred creature such as her, even though in the end, she looked identical to a human. Spreading her legs a bit, her pink folds came in view. "Don't stare just like that, Master," she spoke in a whisper.
"Sorry," he apologized, figuring that doing something would ease her. His right hand raised, approaching her glistening mound. With a single digit, he teased her outsides, brushing around.
"Master, please..." She whispered, moving her hips around a bit as he tickled her by the touch. Figuring he shouldn't make her wait, he started to push his finger inside her. No later than he had done that, a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure let out of her lips, her face moving up a bit, eyes clenched shut. She had expected it to feel good, but not that good.
"Like that. Just... like that..." She whispered, shuddering as his finger kept sliding in and out. With renewed-like energies, she continued to work on him. She was a bit too small in size for him to return the favor in the same fashion, so his hand remained where it was. After a few more thrusts, he figured two fingers would do fine. Removing his fine in a drawn-out gasp from her, he quickly wetted his right finger using his mouth before slowly pushing both in.
"Master!" She cried out. Though it was almost entirely in pleasure, there was just a small tingle of pain as her entrance adjusted to both fingers, which didn't take long.
Her pace fastened, as her head latched back into his member, she sped up. "Kitsu," he muttered, his hand slowing down a bit. He was enjoying her actions, perhaps a bit too much, as he kept coming closer to his edge. Though he was also doing wonders to her, not used to being stretched out like that, or at all, for that matter, she was going up the pleasure scale far too quickly.
He figured he could do something else though. His left hand was barely in range of her breasts. Without warning, she groped her left one, slowly kneading it as she gasped from the initial shock, mostly in surprise before starting to enjoy it.
She felt his member pulse a bit, and figured she was getting closer. She withdrew her face, her hand moving up and down even faster than before, taking the time to pant and wheeze as much as she needed due to his fingers inside her.
"Almost," he whispered. She took one long breath of air and moved down once again, working the tip of him once again. It didn't take her long to finally get him over for the second time of the day; his seed pouring into her mouth once again. She slowly kept licking his underside, letting what he had to offer collect inside her mouth before gulping it all down in the end.
"Master, faster, please..." She wasn't sure why she was enjoying it so much. All she knew was that it was feeling awesome and the feeling kept growing; and being the first time on the physical world, that would be the first time she experienced that. Her hands extended around his legs, gripping them as she enjoyed the ride.
Granting in to her request, his fingers started to slide in and out faster as his left hand left her breasts, earning soft yelps from her lips as he worked her. Pants and sighs of pleasure filled the air. "Oh, master," she whispered. Her nails started to dig a bit into his legs, tail quivering above her, which felt like a signal to him that she was close. With a few more thrusts, he decided to make a stronger push, digging his fingers in as deep as he could but still being careful of her.
That was what she needed. "MASTER~!!" She yelled, head rising to the sky and stomach pressing against him as she arched up a bit, her nails digging more into his skin, but not quite puncturing it. Her tail shot straight up into the air for a few moments, like the rest of her body, before crashing down along the rest of her. She let out a small squeal when he pulled his fingers out of her.
She remained on top of him, panting with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of her first orgasm. She turned her face around, only to blush even more as she saw him licking his fingers off. "Master!"
He blinked. "Sorry, it just smelled so sweet," he chuckled, stopping what he was doing.
"I'm sorry for rushing you like this, Master, but..." She spoke, standing next to him, her hand already toying with him again. Whatever magic she had used, it was certainly having an effect, as he was more than ready again. "As I said, please let me take care of this," she whispered, her hips straddling him as she started to move on top of him. She breathed, trying to relax, obviously being nervous. She raised herself a bit, moving the tip of her nether lips to basically kiss his length. With her hand, she kept him in place as she slowly pushed him inside, sinking her body weight on him.
She whimpered, her insides being stretched a bit more than before. "Kitsu," he spoke, watching her quiver a bit.
"I'm fine, Master. Don't worry," she said, while still going. That's when she hit it. She had heard of it, but decided to just with it. "Here, however..." She pushed herself down, piercing her own barrier with him. A sharp squeal left her lips as she crashed down into him, his arms going around her as she went through the pain.
"Thank you," she whispered, looking at him as her hands pressed against the ground, helping herself up. Slowly, she raised herself before sinking back on him. Soon enough, all the pain and discomfort she had felt had been quickly replaced by pure enjoyment and pleasure. Her pace started to pick up, her tail wagging from side to side while her hair jumped constantly. With her right paw, she quickly untied the lace ribbon over her hair, letting it all fall evenly, making it bounce less, as it was bothering her.
She kept going, trying to up the rhythm as much as she could. Her soft, contained moans were about the only sounds that broke the silence, aside from the joining of their bodies.
"Master," she spoke. "I'm sorry, but I can't hold on any longer."
He wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it soon became evident as he felt her insides contract around him while she half-howled like a fox, half-moaned in pleasure. Her body, arched at first, started to fall down on him but she caught herself before. "Master..." She whispered, almost as in wonder.
"Almost," he answered. He figured that's what she really needed, but instead of finishing himself, he had said she could take charge.
She picked herself up, grinding his body once again. Slowly at first, as she was still riding down on the afterglow of her second orgasm. After a few more moments, she picked up the pace as best as she could, but fatigue was catching up to her, her body arched down a bit, her paws pressed against his chest, trying her best to finish.
"Do you want me to--" Marcus started.
"No, Master," she answered back. Panting a bit.
She was giving it her all by now; she had the energy to remain on her physical form, but no actual energies for the rest of the day. She was getting tired, but her perseverance finally paid up. With a small grunt, he finally came. She wasn't expecting that sensation however, as his seed poured inside her, the pulsations of his member, along with the warmth of what it had to offer clashing against her walls was enough to push her into a third, but weak orgasm.
With a small moan of pleasure, her hands gave up, her body slowly coming down on him. Without warning, the seal in Marcus' stomach suddenly vanished, not that it was needed anymore.
"Master, thank you," Kitsu whispered, her eyes closed as her body remained on top of him.
"Thank you," he said back. They remained quiet, simply enjoying the shared warmth of their bodies. Suddenly, all he could hear were the soft breathes of the small vulpine, fast asleep. Carefully, he turned around with her, laying her down on the futon. He stood, picking up the second futon in the room and tending it down next to his, where Kitsu was now asleep. He flicked off the lights and laid down to rest next to her. It didn't take him long enough to drift away...
~*~
"Master, your clothes and breakfast are ready."
His eyes popped open, looking up at Kitsu, who was already wearing her standard attire again. She greeted him with a big smile.
"I said," he spoke, starting to stand, forgetting he was naked due to yesterday's activities. "You don't really have to call me 'master'."
She shook her head, "But I like it," she giggled, leaving the room as he noticed. Quickly changing into his formal wear, getting ready for another day of work, almost as if nothing had happened.
Just as he left the room, he felt her hugging him around his hips. "I don't want to leave you, Master." She looked up at him with a big smile, her jade eyes shining. "So, thanks a lot for yesterday, it meant a lot for me."
"It also meant a lot for me," he softly removed her hands before squatting down, almost being at her height, "And I don't want you to leave either." He said back, hugging her as she returned the action.
"Master..."
Thank you.