User:GayAnon/Kitsune Diplomacy/

Base Prompt
No prompt for this one, just some basic setup written on the fly. You can check what I wrote on the NAI screenshot here. The Feudal Japan module did a lot of lifting here, I think.

Summary
A servant is sent to a kitsune lord's estate for diplomatic talks, but during the night, the lord takes great interest in this simple servant, and things develop from there...

Story
When my master called me to him with a task, I had no idea what he required me to do, and even in my wildest dreams, I could not have conjured up what he asked me to do: I was to parley with a kitsune. Surely, he was joking, no? After all, kitsune were the stuff of legend—of storytellers' tales! I had heard of them as far back as childhood. The stories told of their cunning ways, which seemed like those of foxes or jackals, but they also spoke of their beauty and grace, and of how they possessed great wisdom and power. Their appearance was one similar to humans, but with a difference: They had fox tails at the end of their human bodies.

I found it hard to believe that such creatures existed, let alone that our master would wish for me to meet with one. But it seemed that that was the reality that I now found myself in. Before long, I was on my way with a small group of retainers to Lord Mitsuyoshi's residence. We went through the night streets without torches or lanterns; we walked silently along the road until we arrived outside his gate. It might have seemed strange, but we were in fact asked to arrive before daybreak. Two attendants expected us, and when we came inside, another pair brought tea for us to drink. As we sat down and drank the bitter brew, there was a sound from behind a screen near the room where we were seated. There, a voice said, "You are here."



It sounded exactly like the whispering of a wind chime, so light and airy was its tone. My heart began pounding wildly. When I turned to look, there was nothing there. No one else saw anything either; only I could hear the voice speak. In an instant, I thought I must be dreaming. Was this perhaps some sort of trick? Had someone put something into my cup? Or was this really happening? The voice continued, "Kuroda, I wish for you to join me in my garden. The others can stay, they will be taken care of by my servants."

After hearing these words, I stood up and bowed deeply. Then, still holding onto my teacup, I followed the voice out of the room. Outside the house, there were two women waiting for me dressed in white kimonos embroidered with gold thread. They wore black shawls over their shoulders. One woman led the way while the other held a lamp. We proceeded along a path leading off to the right of the main building. Soon after we left the area lit by the lamps, we reached a place that was hidden from view. Beyond the trees was a small garden surrounded by high walls. A single moonbeam shone upon the wall. The moment I stepped forward, the moonlight was extinguished and the darkness returned.

As soon as I entered the garden, I felt the presence of a large number of people moving about just beyond sight. At first, I wondered if these were demons who wished to harm me, but then I realized that it was simply the movement of many shadows cast by leaves and branches swayed in the breeze. I expected to be led to my destination, but to my surprise, the two women stopped. "We shall not enter Lord Mitsuyoshi's garden. Please, follow the path to meet him," one of the two said before they turned and walked away, leaving me alone. I was left with no choice but to follow the path in the darkness.

The path twisted and turned, sometimes going uphill and other times downhill. Occasionally, I caught glimpses of things that appeared to move quickly past me in the dark: bushes or rocks or tree trunks. I became convinced that something or someone was trying to stop me from reaching my goal. Eventually, however, I arrived at my destination—there, sitting on a small bench, barely illuminated by a nearby lantern, was a young man. His eyes glittered brightly within his handsome face, and he looked to be no older than twenty years old. And then, I saw the tails protruding from between his legs! Yes, indeed, this was a kitsune! His fox ears twitched slightly when he noticed my arrival. He rose quietly to greet me, and we exchanged bows.

"Lord Mitsuyoshi?" I whispered.

He smiled gently and nodded. "Indeed. Please, Kuroda, take a seat. We have much to discuss," he said in a soft voice. I bowed again and took a seat beside him on the bench. For some time, neither of us spoke. The cool night air filled the silence between us, and the sounds of insects chirping in the grass and rustling leaves filled our ears. Finally, Lord Mitsuyoshi broke the silence with a question. "Tell me, Kuroda—do you enjoy the night?" The question surprised me, since it seemed so irrelevant to the topic at hand. But before I could answer, the young lord added, "My father is a very wise man. He always says that during the nighttime hours, you see everything more clearly."

I did not know what to say; I could not imagine why Lord Mitsuyoshi should bring up this subject now. But he seemed insistent upon continuing the conversation, so I decided to respond in kind. "I enjoy the night. There is a calm, a quietness to it."

"Ah!" Lord Mitsuyoshi responded with satisfaction. "Then I think you will appreciate tonight's meeting as well." I waited for him to continue speaking, wondering what his meaning was. "I find diplomatic matters so... tiresome. If you would indulge me, I would rather talk about something different." This reply startled me. It seemed to suggest that this was not just any evening stroll in a garden. What did Lord Mitsuyoshi want from me? I tried to remain composed as he continued speaking. "Kitsune such as myself live long. Our lives are long, but they are full of boredom—boredom and tedium. And through that boredom, we come to ideas." I remained silent, unsure how to react to this line of questioning. Lord Mitsuyoshi continued with his thoughts. "Our lives are long enough that we can spend them doing almost anything. Yet most of our days pass uneventfully."

I nodded my head to show that I understood what he meant. "That is true."

"Yet, there are certain events that stand out among them," he continued. "For instance, the birth of a child, or a sudden death. Or, on occasion, a chance encounter with a stranger."

"Yes," I replied.

A glint entered the kitsune's expression, and his fox ears pricked upward. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" he asked me directly.

"Of course," I answered without hesitation. "Love at first sight is the greatest emotion."

"Yes, yes," Lord Mitsuyoshi said with excitement in his voice. "You understand completely. Love at first sight has a power that cannot be denied. That power can affect your life forevermore. You may never get another chance to experience it again."

I nodded once more in agreement with his opinion. "That is correct."

"...are you comprehending what I am getting at, Kuroda? Are you listening carefully?" he asked me. Before I had even realized it, one of his fox tails had snaked around my hip, drawing close to my body. I shuddered involuntarily. "You are a smart boy," he said with a smile. "I can tell you are thinking about this matter. And I wish to ask you... have you ever thought of love between two men?"



His words shocked me. "What do you mean—between two men?" I asked, although I already knew what he was talking about.

"Have you never wondered about it? Have you never been curious? Have you not imagined what it might be like?" The kitsune laughed softly to himself as he spoke. "No doubt you have," he continued, answering his own question before I could offer an answer of my own. "But surely you've thought that such a thing could never happen in reality." I shook my head slowly, unable to speak. "Well, it is not impossible. Not at all. It happens often enough." I remained silent. I had no idea how to respond. "There are many types of love," Lord Mitsuyoshi continued, "but the strongest is that which binds two men together. No woman could possibly hope to compete with it."

My mind raced with questions, none of which I dared to express aloud. Why had he brought up this subject? Was this some sort of test? But why? How much did he know about me? Was this all part of some elaborate trap?

"Are you afraid of me?" His words interrupted my thoughts. I was suddenly struck dumb by fear; my mouth went dry, and my breath caught in my throat. "Why? Because you sense danger? Or because you believe that I will try to seduce you? And if so... why do you fear love? Is it really so terrible?"

"No... no..." I stammered, shaking my head in denial. "I don't believe you would attempt something like that."

"Is it wrong for a man to fall in love with another man?" he pressed. "Or is there something unnatural about such a thing? Do you believe that a man should only be attracted to women?"

"No," I said emphatically. "No, that isn't true."

"Then why is it that you feel uncomfortable being alone with another man?" Lord Mitsuyoshi persisted. "Why are you frightened? Why do you tremble at the thought? Tell me the truth. Is it because it repulses you... or is it because you fear you might share the feeling?" I found myself speechless for several moments. I struggled to regain my composure, but my breathing came in quick gasps. Lord Mitsuyoshi watched me with great interest, his expression showing no signs of anger or malice. Instead, he appeared sympathetic toward me—as though he pitied me for my weakness and indecision. Then, he continued. "The night is a wonderful mistress. Her cloak hides so many things that do not wish to be seen. It can allow for desires previously left unspoken to come forth, safe under its cover. It is the perfect place for secrets and fantasies to blossom into reality. Wouldn't you agree?"

I felt lost for words. My confusion showed clearly on my face.

Lord Mitsuyoshi leaned forward and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry, Kuroda. You need not fear me. Nor must you concern yourself with my intentions. All that matters is that you give me your honest feelings."

I looked down at the ground as I considered his question. I didn't want to admit it, but deep inside me there was a part of me that wanted to answer yes to his question. The thought terrified me. I couldn't deny it anymore. Even as I struggled against it, I felt the same desire that Lord Mitsuyoshi had described begin to form within me. It made me shiver as I contemplated the possibility that it could become real. But I also knew that such an act would be wrong—not only wrong in itself, but especially so if it were done in secret, behind closed doors or somewhere where others would hear of it later and judge me unfavorably. Such behavior would be shameful and dishonorable. And yet... what if it were not? What if it was acceptable to pursue such an action? What if it was natural and proper to be loved by someone who shared my own gender? What if Lord Mitsuyoshi was right? I felt overwhelmed as the possibilities swirled in my mind.

Finally, I looked up at the kitsune lord and gave him my answer. "I am afraid... and excited."

"Good," he said with approval. "That is good." He stood up and offered me his hand. As I reached out and grasped it, Lord Mitsuyoshi smiled warmly and pulled me to my feet. "Follow me... deeper into my gardens. Away from even the meager light we have had now," he instructed. "We must go farther into the darkness until we reach the point where we can truly see." He led me further along the path, and soon we arrived at a clearing surrounded on all sides by tall trees. The moonlight shone down upon us as we stepped out into the open space. A gentle breeze stirred the branches overhead, causing their leaves to rustle gently. In the distance, I could still hear the music of the river flowing over its rocky bed. The smell of grasses, flowers, and fresh earth filled my nostrils, making me aware of my surroundings in a way that I had never experienced before.



The moon was full that night, shining down upon us in all her glory. Its rays illuminated every blade of grass and leaf of tree around us. I gazed up at it with wonder as I followed Lord Mitsuyoshi's lead across the clearing toward the center of the forest. There, hidden away amongst the thick foliage, lay a small lake of clear water. The surface reflected the moonlight like polished silver, and tiny ripples formed as each wave moved gently outward toward shore.

"These gardens are my playground. No servants ever dare to come here unless I call for them," Lord Mitsuyoshi explained as he walked toward the edge of the water. "This is my favorite spot in the whole world." He stopped near the water's edge and turned to look back at me. "Come," he said with a smile. "Let us bathe together." With slow, graceful movements, he slipped off his robes. Underneath, he wore nothing but a loincloth. His skin was white as snow, contrasting sharply with his dark hair.

My eyes widened with surprise. I had never seen another man without clothing before, except for my master's servant when he bathed in the springhouse each morning. I was uncertain what to do next; after all, bathing in front of other people was something reserved for women and children. I stared in shock as Lord Mitsuyoshi removed his loincloth and tossed it aside before dipping his toes into the water. I swallowed nervously as he began to wade into the lake, looking back at me with a mischievous grin on his face. "Come, cast off your clothes and join me!" he called out to me, splashing playfully in the shallow water.

It seemed so simple to him. A man of noble stature, of divinity, even, enjoying a bath in the open air with another male human being—a stranger! I hesitated, unsure what to do. After all, Lord Mitsuyoshi was not just any man—he was a kitsune lord, a creature far older than myself, one who held tremendous influence and power over many others throughout Japan. I had heard stories about how powerful he was, how clever and cunning. Yet, standing beside him in the moonlight, watching him splash about in the shallows with complete abandon, he looked almost innocent—like a little boy playing in the garden while his parents slept nearby.

As I stood there staring at him, Lord Mitsuyoshi noticed my hesitation and broke into a wide smile. "What are you waiting for?" he asked with mock impatience. "Come on then! Don't worry about your modesty—there is nothing to hide here. This is our private paradise."

I felt foolish as I glanced around at the surrounding scenery. Nothing could be seen but the reflection of the moon and stars on the water's surface. There were no witnesses anywhere around us—no guards or servants or other guests to witness my actions. We were well and truly alone. I decided that I could trust Lord Mitsuyoshi completely and stripped off my robe without hesitation. The cool night air washed over me as I dropped it onto the soft grassy ground behind me. My heart pounded as I stepped toward the water, feeling strangely exposed in my nakedness. I wasn't ashamed of my body—far from it—but I had never felt so vulnerable before.

Slowly, I followed him into the lake, the cold water lapping at my thighs. The icy sensation made me shudder slightly as I sank beneath the surface, letting the water envelop me. It was refreshing, washing away the sweat of the day as I floated effortlessly on top of the water. For several moments, I simply enjoyed the feeling of being immersed in the cool liquid as I listened to Lord Mitsuyoshi laugh joyously above me. "You are so beautiful, Kuroda," he teased. "Why do you hide your beauty in such plain garments? You are more magnificent than any woman I have ever met."

I opened my eyes and gazed up at the silhouette of Lord Mitsuyoshi standing in the waters. His handsome features were lit by the pale moonlight, giving him an ethereal quality that was difficult to describe. His long black hair hung loose around his shoulders, framing his face in a manner that emphasized his youthfulness. His smooth skin glistened in the light as he moved his arms gracefully across his chest, sending ripples through the water with each motion. The sight of him caused my breath to catch in my throat and sent a rush of blood coursing through my veins. I had never been this close to a man before. I had never even seen a man naked before. I knew that I should feel ashamed of myself for my actions, but instead I felt only excitement and arousal.



Walking over to me and holding out his hand, I took it, and he pulled me up, with us both now standing waist-deep in the lake. Without any further words, he began scooping handfuls of water and pouring them over my head. The droplets struck my skin like rain as they dripped from my forehead and cheeks onto mine. The sudden burst of cold brought me fully awake. I gasped at the unexpected shock of the experience and laughed as I shook my wet hair back from my face.

"Now we bathe," Lord Mitsuyoshi declared happily. "We will wash each other clean." He paused to dip his fingers into the water and let some trickle down his neck and chest. My eyes were locked on every drip, following it as it rolled down his torso until it disappeared below the surface. When I finally returned my gaze to his face, I saw that he was smiling at me again. His green eyes glowed in the moonlight as he approached me slowly. They looked so bright that I couldn't help but stare into them, hypnotized by their intensity. His smile grew wider as he drew closer until he was only inches away from me.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered softly as he reached out and traced a finger lightly across my cheek. The touch sent a jolt of energy running through my entire body, causing my heart to race wildly. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and yet it was familiar too.

He moved in closer, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss was soft and sweet—so gentle that it made me dizzy with longing. At first, I didn't move, fearful of breaking the spell between us. Then, gradually, I allowed myself to relax into it and return the gesture with equal fervor. Our mouths remained connected for several moments before he pulled away from me once again.

"You are perfect," he murmured as he stared into my eyes. He reached out and stroked the side of my face with his fingertips, tracing the line of my jaw and cheekbone. His touch was gentle and affectionate, as if he were examining a precious treasure. His hands moved down my neck and rested on my bare shoulders. As he did so, I felt a strange tingling sensation spread across my skin. The sheer reverence with which he, a divine being, a lord, treated me, a mere mortal of common birth... It overwhelmed me. "Allow me," he continued to whisper as his eyes searched mine, "to clean you of all your stresses and burdens of the day..."

Once more, he took some of the lake's waters into his hands, letting it drip down over my body, rinsing away any remaining dirt and grime. Each drop that fell on my skin left a trail of goosebumps as it passed over my flesh and vanished into the dark water below. His touch was tender and careful, as if he were handling something fragile and valuable. He caressed my skin with his fingers and palms, massaging my muscles with gentle pressure. Everywhere his hands touched, I shivered in pleasure. Even though I knew that he was only cleaning me, it felt wonderful nonetheless.

It struck me just how soft he was being with me. We stood here in the dark of the night, in the middle of a lake within gardens that nobody but him was allowed to visit. He could have taken me, ravaged me several times over, and no one would ever know. But instead he chose to treat me like this—like some delicate flower that might easily be crushed underfoot. He had offered me comfort and kindness rather than lustful desire. I felt a sense of warmth and gratitude for his consideration toward me. He had not forced himself upon me as a lover, nor had he sought to dominate or humiliate me. He had shown me respect for who I was, as a person, not what I was for his own amusement. And for that reason, I found myself falling more deeply in love with him.

Lord Mitsuyoshi's hands slid down along my arms and legs, moving over my body with exquisite tenderness. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander as I lost myself in the sensations he was creating. He worked in silence, allowing his hands to explore my body with ease as I stood perfectly still. His touch was soft and sensual, leaving a pleasant chill on my skin. I felt as though I were floating on a sea of calmness, drifting gently through the darkness on a cloud of blissful contentment.

When his hands reached the base of my backside, they stopped. He looked at me, silently asking permission to continue. Again, he was showing me that he respected me, that he was willing to wait for my consent before touching me intimately. I nodded my head slightly in agreement, wanting nothing more than for him to go on. Slowly, his fingers began to circle around my buttocks under the water, making me shiver delightfully as they pressed against my skin. His touch was gentle and playful as he ran his fingers over the sensitive areas of my rear, tickling me in places that were usually covered by clothing.

Was this right? Was this wrong? All the trepidation, all the fears I had over this, over being this close to another man... It was forgotten instantly. In its place rose a feeling of pure happiness at having someone take such care of me. My worries faded away as I relaxed and gave myself up to his ministrations. As he continued to play with me, I realized that I wanted this moment to last forever. It seemed too good to end; it was too special to spoil with haste. I wanted to savor every moment of it.

And then... he stopped. His hands came to rest on my hips as he stood looking at me. I blinked and raised my head, gazing up at him in surprise. "What...?" I stammered.

"My turn," he replied. He slowly stepped away, causing ripples to appear in the lake's waters. Then, he turned to face me once more, spreading his arms out, opening himself up to me. "Clean me, Kuroda... I wish to feel your touch," he said, his voice low and sultry.

I walked toward him, my steps uncertain, suddenly shy at being the one to initiate contact with him. My eyes wandered over his soft, supple body, taking in how... weak it seemed. With his strength lying in his divine status, there was no need for his body to be as robust as ours were. He was graceful and beautiful, but his muscles were thin and frail compared with those of a human warrior. Yet despite his physical weakness, he radiated an aura of power about him that was unmistakable. It was a subtle thing: a hint of confidence that emanated from within him, like heat from an oven or light from a flame. It shone through his skin, revealing itself when he smiled, when he spoke, even in the way he stood or moved. There was a quiet certainty within him that commanded attention and respect—a presence that demanded obedience without saying a word.

Yet, despite all that, he left me in control. He stood there, in the middle of the lake, naked as the day he was born, his fox ears drooping gracefully down. His tails hung limply behind him like a set of ribbons fluttering in the breeze, while his long black hair flowed freely around him like a cloak of silk. His green eyes sparkled with mischief and mirth, shining brightly enough to make me think he had just heard some joke that I hadn't understood.

With trembling fingers, I reached down into the waters, cupping my hand beneath them and scooping up a handful of liquid. The cool water slipped between my fingers and splashed onto his skin. I still dared not touch him, merely dropping water onto his body, and he took note of my timidity. "Don't worry," he reassured me calmly. "You can do whatever you want." His words made me blush hotly with embarrassment. How was he so confident? Why did he trust me so completely? I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, I dropped more water onto his body, watching closely as it rolled across his chest and stomach. Still, I did not touch him, and so, he spoke again. "Go ahead," he encouraged me as he watched me struggle to get past the awkwardness of our situation. "You may touch me however you wish."



I dipped my fingers into the water once again and reached out for him, placing them on his shoulder. He shuddered faintly as my fingers brushed against his skin, sending chills racing down my spine. My heart beat faster as I followed the contours of his body, trailing my fingers down across his belly and over his hips. His skin was smooth and warm; the touch of my fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

"Do not hesitate," he told me. "Feel free to explore as much as you wish."

And finally, his words broke through to me, but as I looked his soft body over, there was one part of him that suddenly became the most important thing in my life: his fox ears. Being a kitsune, Lord Mitsuyoshi looked mostly human, his fox tails and ears being the only things that betrayed his true nature. And those ears now seemed so... vulnerable somehow—as if they were begging me to touch them. Slowly, I reached out and placed my fingers against his right ear, running my thumb across the tip of it. There was a fluffiness to it that surprised me, softer and more delicate than I had expected. I stroked it gently with my fingers, feeling how it twitched beneath my touch.

"Oh," he gasped, "it tickles."

His words caught me off guard; I froze for a moment. I quickly withdrew my hand and held it in front of my face, staring at it in shock. What had I done? Had I offended him? Would he become angry? A cold sweat broke out all over my body as I waited for him to strike out at me. But instead of anger or violence, he simply giggled softly at my reaction. I could hear the sound of his laughter echoing across the surface of the lake. "It is all right," he assured me, "please continue."

And so, I returned my fingers to his ears, this time using two fingers instead of one. They were smaller than I had imagined, almost like a small tuft of fur on the top of his head. I rubbed my fingertips over each of them gently, watching as they quivered in response. When I reached their tips, I pulled on them lightly, tugging on them with my fingers until he squirmed with delight and anticipation. The movement caused his tail to lash about wildly behind him, waving in the air like an errant banner. "Ah," he sighed, "that feels nice... no woman could ever satisfy me quite like this... do you see, Kuroda? This is what makes a man happy... the love and affection of another man. It is far better than anything else in the world... isn't it?"

His words echoed through my mind as I continued to stroke him. There was no doubt that he was enjoying himself; he seemed to be glowing from within. His skin glowed brighter than any other creature I'd ever seen before. He seemed to shine like a star in the sky on a dark night, drawing everyone's gaze toward him as he stood there bathed in light. As I touched him, I began to wonder why I felt so comfortable around him. He was handsome and charming and intelligent, yet something inside me trusted him instinctively. It was as though we understood one another on some deeper level than anyone else ever had before.

All the while, we had barely gotten truly intimate. A little kiss, that was it. Despite standing naked in a lake completely alone, I felt no shame at all. If anything, I felt more excited than I ever had before. The fact that he didn't try to force anything upon me helped greatly to reduce my fear. The night was ours, and we were both determined to enjoy every second of it.

As I continued to caress his ears, I found myself becoming bolder by the moment. One by one, I trailed my fingers down his neckline, following the line of his collarbone with feathery touches until they reached the soft skin of his chest. As befitting his noble status, his body was smooth and unblemished—not a single scar or mark marred its perfection. Even his nipples were pink and erect, hard and ready for my lips to taste. He noticed my wandering hands immediately and let out a sigh of contentment. "That is exactly where I wish you to touch me," he whispered softly, reaching up to brush aside one of my locks of hair that fell across my brow. "There are certain places on a man's body that bring great joy when they are touched by a lover's hands."

Ever so carefully, I flicked my finger over his nipple and watched as it stiffened at the sensation. I teased it gently between my fingers, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger as it swelled to full size. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, breathing heavily as I played with him.

"Do you see?" he asked me quietly. "This is what a man wants... to have his body worshipped by another man. To be adored and appreciated... this is the greatest gift a person can receive. Do you understand this now?"

He opened his eyes and met mine as he spoke these words. His expression was serious and intense; his eyes shone brightly with passion and excitement as he stared deeply into mine. His words struck home within me and resonated throughout my entire body. Suddenly, everything made sense; everything came together perfectly in a perfect moment that would last forever.

I nodded eagerly in agreement. "Yes," I breathed, "this is what a man wants."

And then, he smiled. "Good," he said as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "because this is also what a man gives." The two of us shared a look that told him I was far beyond washing now. We were fully committed to one another as men—and as lovers—and nothing either of us could say or do could change that. "I have a small lodge within these gardens," he explained. "Shall we take ourselves there? There is something I wish to show you..."

There was nothing more that he needed to say. Without hesitation, I took hold of his hand and allowed him to lead me from the shore of the lake. We left our clothes behind at the lakeside, stepping barefoot across the soft grasses of the garden. In silence, we crossed the grounds until we arrived at the door of the little wooden structure. As we passed through the entranceway, the moonlight spilled in through a small window above the doorway, lighting up the interior of the building. It held a simple, yet comfortable looking bedroom, with a large bed covered in soft blankets and pillows for us to sleep upon... although I could not imagine that we would be doing a lot of sleeping.

The room was filled with the smell of fresh flowers, mingling with the scent of burning incense sticks in a nearby urn. A table sat against one wall holding a tray of fruit and sake. The whole place was lit by dozens of candles, giving the chamber a warm atmosphere that was strangely inviting. "Merely a little taste of heaven," he whispered as he turned to face me. It was the first time I truly was able to look over his naked body for the first time. Still glistening from the water, his skin appeared smooth and clean without a single mark or imperfection anywhere on it. His soft body looked incredibly soft and supple under my gaze. With a casual, yet sensual spring in his step, he climbed onto the bed and lay down on his side facing me, propping himself up on an elbow. His cock dangled obscenely in front of me, swaying gently with every breath he took. "Come here," he urged me with a smile. "And bring the sake..."

I obeyed willingly, taking the tray from the table and approaching the bed slowly. My heart raced in my chest, beating so loudly that I thought surely he must hear it. But he didn't seem to notice; he simply watched me with a knowing smirk on his face as I approached him. The warmth of his smile drew me closer, filling my mind with thoughts of how wonderful it might feel to share his embrace and lose myself in his arms. I placed the tray on a small table beside the bed before pouring two cups of sake and handing one to him. Holding one of my own, I crawled onto the bed as well, laying next to him. Together, we drank in silence for several moments, savoring the sweet taste of the sake as it flowed freely down our throats.

"This tastes so good," he commented after swallowing a mouthful of drink. "And even better when shared with someone special." He paused for a moment to take another sip. "I intend to drink it all tonight," he added with a wink. "You will be drinking your fill as well."

We continued talking as we sipped at our drinks, sharing stories about ourselves and discussing the events of the day. Although I was nervous speaking to such a powerful lord, we soon settled into a comfortable banter that was easy and relaxed. Our conversation grew increasingly playful as we began to laugh and joke around with one another. Our nudity faded into the background as we continued to empty cup after cup of sake while we talked and laughed together. Lord Mitsuyoshi's body felt warm and comforting against me as I laid close to him, feeling safe and secure in his presence. By the time we finished our third bottle of sake, we were both feeling rather drunk and very relaxed.

"...shall we make love, Kuroda? Finally?" he asked me, grinning mischievously as he raised the sake cup to his lips once again. "I want to give you pleasure, to worship you just as you deserve. And besides"—he gave me a wicked smile—"I cannot wait any longer! You are far too beautiful to remain chaste for much longer!"

My cheeks flushed hotly at his comment. This was such a taboo, but somehow it felt right to talk openly and frankly about sex with another man like this. For the first time since entering the house, I felt free enough to speak plainly and honestly with him. There wasn't any fear or hesitation; none of the usual barriers existed between us anymore. Everything felt different... better. He wanted me; I knew that now. All I had to do was accept his invitation and surrender myself to him.

"Yes," I replied, raising my own cup of sake as though toasting his proposal. "Let us make love."

He chuckled and leaned over to press his lips to my cheek. "Very good," he murmured approvingly as he pulled away and set down his cup of sake. "Now, come here..."

Moving closer on the bed, we wrapped our arms around each other as he guided me toward him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach as he pressed his lips to my neck and began kissing me. He moaned as he kissed my throat, making my head spin with desire. I could feel his warm breath tickling my skin as he moved closer to kiss my shoulder and my chest. I ran my fingertips across his smooth skin as he nuzzled my neck. He tasted salty and musky, almost like sweat mixed with the flavor of his drink.

"Oh yes... this feels so nice," he groaned as he slipped his tongue along my collarbone and across my chest. He licked delicately at my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and teasing them as they hardened in response. As he sucked on my nipple, he nibbled and bit gently, sending shivers running through my body. I gasped as his fingers slid lower, brushing lightly over my hips. They traveled down further still until they finally brushed against my cock—which was rock hard and ready for action.

He chuckled and lifted his head to look at me with a hungry, lust-filled stare. "I know what you want," he whispered softly, "so why don't you tell me what it is?" He reached up to grab hold of my shoulders and pull me closer to him, bringing his lips to my earlobe. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke to me. "Tell me what you want, Kuroda... Tell me what you need... What do you think I should do?" His voice dropped low in pitch as he spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on my flesh as I listened intently.

I swallowed nervously, unable to look away from him as he waited for my reply. "I... I..." I stammered, struggling to find the words. "I want... I need you... please..." I could never have imagined those words coming out of my mouth, but somehow they did. My heart pounded inside my chest as I awaited his reaction. "Please," I repeated, "please touch me."

His eyes widened slightly at my boldness. He seemed startled by my direct approach, but pleased nonetheless as he smiled knowingly and nodded in approval. "Of course," he said, "you may have anything you wish." He rose to his knees, crawling up my body until his face was only inches from mine. He gazed deep into my eyes as he traced gentle lines across my lips with his finger. "Anything," he murmured, "anything at all." Then suddenly, he closed his eyes and lowered his head toward mine, placing his lips directly on mine. He kissed me tenderly and lovingly, moving slowly and deliberately as he explored every inch of my mouth with his own. His hands roamed up and down my back, tracing circles on my skin as he continued to kiss me. He touched every part of my body in turn, stroking my thighs and rubbing my ass. As he massaged my balls with one hand, he squeezed my cock tightly with the other.

"Ah," he sighed happily, "this is so exciting. So wonderfully naughty!" He kept his lips locked onto mine, kissing me fiercely and passionately as he played with my cock. I moaned softly under his kisses, squirming beneath him as I tried to move closer to him. But then, I felt a strange, unusual sensation on my cock... It was like being tickled with feathers... except instead of ticklish sensations, there was an intense pleasure radiating through me that made me shudder violently. Looking down, I saw what was happening: Lord Mitsuyoshi had wrapped one of his tails around my cock and was using it to stroke me slowly and rhythmically... stimulating me in ways that no man could ever hope to match. It was amazing; it was incredible... and it felt fantastic!

"Oh yes," he purred, "I can see that you're enjoying this already... aren't you?" He rubbed the tip of his tail against the underside of my cock and let out a soft moan. "This is so wonderful!" His eyes were half-closed as he continued to play with my cock, stroking me firmly with his tail and sliding its furry texture up and down the shaft. "So big," he muttered, "so strong... it makes me so excited watching it grow like this."

"No," I gasped as he brought his lips back down to mine. His tongue darted out to flick against mine. "Not like this," I pleaded, "I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop myself."

"Then don't try," he replied with a sly smile. "Let go."



"I..." I started to say something but stopped short when I realized that Lord Mitsuyoshi had taken control of the situation completely. He was giving me permission to enjoy myself. To release the tension built up within me over the past few months... and allow myself to feel good! It was intoxicating; it felt so right.

"I am your servant," I said quietly into his ear as I pressed my lips against his neck again. "Whatever you command."

"Yes," he answered, "and whatever you wish, I will grant. Whatever you need, however you want me to touch you, I will provide." He sounded almost eager as he spoke these words, as though he were trying to convince himself as much as he was attempting to persuade me. "I want you to feel good," he continued, "I want you to experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

"I believe you," I whispered, feeling my heart beat faster as I looked up at him. "I really do."

"Then trust me," he replied confidently, "and let me show you how to truly live."

I took a deep breath as he continued to stroke me and suckle at my neck. Further tails then started caressing me more forcefully as they moved up and down my legs and torso, tickling me everywhere they touched. The sensation was so intense; it felt as though I would burst into flames at any moment! My entire body tingled as the tips of his tails danced and swished against me, tickling every sensitive spot imaginable. It felt wonderful! It felt unbelievable!

"Oh yes," I cried out as one of his tails began to rub itself against my asshole. "Yes! Oh God, please! Please touch me there!"

Lord Mitsuyoshi grinned as he heard my cries of delight. He pushed the tip of his tail against the entrance to my hole and began pushing it inside me. As he forced the end of his appendage deeper, I could feel his fur brush against my inner walls, teasing me mercilessly before he finally slipped inside. It was such a different experience to having something firm and unyielding push into me; instead of discomfort or pain, there was a pleasant burning sensation that spread through my body as Lord Mitsuyoshi's tail penetrated me. All the while, the one stroking my cock kept up its relentless pace, keeping me fully aroused as it worked tirelessly to bring me closer to orgasm.

"Yes," I gasped, "yes! Please... don't stop."

The two tails that were working on either side of my cock began to move in opposite directions, pulling on my balls and shaft as they tugged me forward. At the same time, Lord Mitsuyoshi shoved his tail even deeper inside me and pulled at my hips as if urging me to take more of it inside myself. My toes curled as I felt my own cock throb harder and thicker than ever before. I couldn't help myself—I had to give in to the pleasure coursing through my veins. Without hesitation, I thrust my hips forward as far as they would go, forcing his tail farther into me with every movement.

"That's it," he encouraged, "give yourself to me... surrender completely."

He held me tightly around the waist as he pumped his tail in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure through me, tickling my nerves and stirring up feelings of ecstasy in my loins. It was too much—it was all so overwhelming! My whole body was trembling with excitement as another wave of bliss rippled through me.

"I... can't...," I groaned in frustration between gasping breaths.

"You don't have to worry anymore," he whispered reassuringly into my ear. "Let go... I won't let you fall."

And then it happened—the most powerful climax of my life. My body shook violently as an enormous orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking uncontrollably beneath him. My legs buckled beneath me as I arched my back in desperation and cried out in ecstasy. My cock jerked in rhythm with my movements and sent spurts of hot semen shooting from it, splattering across me in thick white streams.

Lord Mitsuyoshi laughed merrily as he continued to pump his tail inside me. "You're so beautiful like this," he cooed as he watched the liquid spurt from my cock. "It looks delicious." After a few moments, the convulsions subsided enough for me to regain some composure. I wiped the sweat from my brow and sat up straight, looking down at my spent cock as I caught my breath. Finally, he pulled his tail out of me and allowed his tails to wrap themselves around me once more, but now without the intensity they displayed earlier. They simply lay on top of me and gently brushed against my body.

"How do you feel?" he asked curiously as he ran a finger along my chin.

"Amazing," I replied honestly. "I've never experienced anything like that before."

"I knew you'd enjoy it," he said with a wide grin. "But I wasn't expecting this... You gave yourself completely to me. That was wonderful." He turned away from me and looked out the window for a moment before turning back to face me again. "I think we should continue exploring your desires further."

I nodded silently, unable to speak. His words filled me with both anticipation and trepidation. What did he have planned next? Did he plan on taking things even further? And what would happen afterward?

"I want you to stand up and walk over to the mirror," he ordered calmly, "and look at yourself closely."

I stood up and walked over to the large mirror that hung on the wall facing us. It reflected our image back at us perfectly; Lord Mitsuyoshi's reflection was clearly visible beside mine. He looked calm, composed, every bit as regal as befit his station. And then... there was me. My hair was disheveled and matted with sweat, my face flushed red from embarrassment and exertion, and I was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from head to toe. My nipples were swollen from the attention of Lord Mitsuyoshi's tails, and there was a sticky trail of cum that led from my belly button down to the floor where it had leaked from the tip of my cock after I came.

"What do you see?" he asked, standing behind me. "Do you see someone who has been pleasured?"

"Yes," I replied, "but also... I see... I see myself... as a complete fool."

He chuckled softly and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Don't be afraid," he reassured me. "This is part of what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes," I responded weakly. "It is."

"Then relax," he said, "and enjoy it. This is only the beginning."

I relaxed and closed my eyes, allowing myself to become lost in the sensations coursing through me. A hand gently stroked my cheek, and I opened my eyes to find Lord Mitsuyoshi gazing down at me lovingly. "You are going to have a very interesting night," he remarked as he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. "A very long night."

The kiss seemed to last forever and yet was over in less than a second. Then he released me from his grasp and turned toward the bed once more. "Come," he said as he gestured towards it. "There is still much to show you."

I followed him slowly across the room and lay down on the mattress. He knelt down beside me and lifted my legs up onto his shoulders. Silence fell over us as I stared at his erection, realizing what was to happen now... How many times had he done this before? Was there no end to his stamina or endurance? Would he keep going until dawn if I asked it of him? But there was nothing that I could say; I didn't know whether I dared ask for anything else. Instead, I remained silent as I waited for his direction. "Relax. I will be gentle. Don't hold anything back... Just let yourself enjoy it."

Eventually, he slid his soft cock along my thigh and up my body, eventually pressing it against the entrance to my ass. The heat of his body seeped into mine as he pressed against me, causing me to shudder with excitement. His cockhead parted my cheeks and then began to enter me, pushing its way inside me inch by inch. The sensation was incredible: It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. There was a warmth and wetness that surrounded me as the length of his cock gradually disappeared inside me.

He then paused, reaching out to caress my cheek, looking down at me lovingly. "Are you ready?" I nodded eagerly, not trusting myself to speak. "Then close your eyes and allow yourself to drift off."

I obeyed instantly, closing my eyes and letting go completely as his warm cock invaded my body. He stayed so slow, moving in and out of me carefully, watching my reaction as he entered and retreated, observing every change in my expression. I tried desperately to control myself, fearing that my voice might betray the fact that I was enjoying the experience more than I should have been, but it was impossible; I was helpless in the face of his tender care and affectionate nature. In addition, I had not yet recovered from my previous orgasm, and every sensation was amplified tenfold as the pleasure coursed through my veins.

All the while, he showered me with kisses and caresses, whispering loving words into my ear as he made love to my body. "You are so beautiful," he said quietly as he kissed my neck softly. "So beautiful... So strong... I'm proud of you."

His words set my heart racing as I became overwhelmed with emotion. Never in my life had anyone spoken to me in such a manner. It was almost as though he was speaking directly to my soul. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as his fingers traced lines of fire up and down my body. "I wish you could see how beautiful you are," he said softly. "You make me feel so alive... I've lived for centuries, but you bring something new and exciting into my life..." He continued to stroke my body as he spoke to me, each word flowing naturally into the next like music in perfect harmony. "I don't understand it myself," he continued. "I have known many men throughout time, but none have captured my interest like you have. Your strength, your beauty... It's amazing."

And as he practically worshipped me in that fashion, his movements slowed further, as if to will himself not to finish too quickly. He kept kissing and licking me all over, paying special attention to my ears and neck, making sure that every part of my body received equal treatment. His touch sent shivers up and down my spine, and I found myself responding instinctively with moans and whimpers of pleasure.

My senses were heightened to an extent that I couldn't believe. Every sound that reached my ears seemed more intense, more vibrant than normal—every breath that passed through my nostrils smelled more pungent, every taste that crossed my tongue felt richer and more delicious than usual. Everything around me seemed brighter and clearer. My vision was sharper, colors more vivid, sounds more distinct. As a result, everything appeared to move in slow motion—even the slightest movement of Lord Mitsuyoshi's hands against my skin took several seconds longer than it should have taken.

I was overcome with an immense sense of euphoria as I drifted into a state of pure bliss. Nothing mattered except for the feeling that washed over me and the warmth that spread through my entire being. "You're doing wonderfully," Lord Mitsuyoshi praised as he continued his assault on my body. "You're so beautiful... so passionate... so open... So much stronger than any man I have known..."

He continued talking to me as he continued to fuck me, but I hardly heard what he said. I was so consumed by the sheer power of his presence, so intoxicated by the feelings that swirled within my chest, that I barely registered what he said. His words meant little to me; all that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of love and devotion that he expressed through his actions. I felt so safe, so loved... so complete... I was content simply to exist, drifting along with the waves of his words as they rolled across my skin and penetrated my very soul.

Almost by instinct, I flung my arms around his neck, pulling him tightly against me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He returned the embrace with a fervor that matched my own, holding me tight against his body. His tail snaked out, wrapping itself around my torso and dragging me closer to him as it moved rhythmically along my side, the fur tickling me wherever it touched. I pulled him tighter against me, burying my nose in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent deeply as our bodies came together in an embrace that was both intimate and familiar.

The two of us held each other tightly as we shared our passion and affection for one another, sharing ourselves with each other in ways that neither of us had ever experienced before. For a moment, I imagined that we were lovers in a past life, united together in eternal bliss as we enjoyed each others' company. As I lay there with him, I realized that the world beyond him faded away entirely. I no longer cared about anything but the comfort of his embrace, nor did I want to leave his side for anything. I wanted nothing more than to remain there forever—to forget that time existed, to ignore the passage of time altogether.

After a period of time which I cannot recall precisely, Lord Mitsuyoshi broke the spell by slowly continuing to thrust himself inside me, slowly fucking me as he whispered words of love and adoration into my ear. I responded instinctively, squeezing him tightly and clinging to him as my body trembled uncontrollably, sending spasms of ecstasy running through my limbs and down my spine. I was filled with an overwhelming desire to please him; every action that he took seemed designed specifically to satisfy my needs. He would pause every now and again to look down at me lovingly, giving me time to catch my breath. In those moments, he would reach down with one hand and place it on my cheek, caressing me as he murmured sweet words of encouragement. "That's it," he would tell me. "You're doing beautifully."

When he resumed his movements, they stayed slow and steady, drawing out the moment between us as long as possible. We continued to kiss each other as he fucked me with a measured pace that never changed; there was no rush to finish. I tried to speak, to tell him how happy I was that I had met him... but my emotions got the better of me and I merely moaned incoherently as his cock slid in and out of me. All the while, I continued to cling to him as hard as I could, trying desperately to hang on for as long as possible.

And yet, it seemed like he just knew. The look in his eyes, the smile on his lips... I couldn't imagine where he might have learned the ability to read minds—but somehow he seemed able to decipher my thoughts almost effortlessly. So perhaps it should not have been a surprise to me when he said what he said. "I can hear you," he told me after a short period of silence. "I can feel your feelings... You love me. Don't you?"

I nodded silently as I looked up at him from beneath half-closed eyelids, unable to form words. What was I supposed to say? How do you answer someone who already knows exactly what you are thinking?

"Good," he said happily. "That's good. Because I love you too."

I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. He had no idea how difficult this must have been for me: To be so inexperienced and so shy that even now, I find it nearly impossible to speak clearly to someone whom I truly admired. He saw right through me and yet he still accepted me anyway. And because he understood me so well, he was able to express his love for me in a way that made me feel so incredibly special and appreciated. Even though he hadn't asked for anything specific, it didn't matter; he had given me something far greater than anything I could have ever hoped for.

And as the tears began to flow, I found myself clinging to him as tightly as I could. He wrapped his arms around me protectively as he continued to fuck me gently and slowly, never pushing too deep or moving too fast—never wanting to hurt me in any way. "You know," he said suddenly as we continued to make love in the moonlight. "It's strange, isn't it?" I shook my head slightly in response, unsure whether he wanted an answer or not. "I've known you for less than an hour," he continued, "and yet I feel more strongly for you than I've ever felt for anyone else." He paused briefly, as if waiting for my response. When I remained silent, he smiled knowingly and continued. "I think you're the same way. There is a connection between us that goes deeper than mere lust, although I admit that that is also present."

He ran his fingers through my hair as he spoke, stroking me tenderly as he continued to make love to me gently and slowly. "I don't know where we go from here," he mused aloud. "But I hope that whatever happens next, we will always remember tonight fondly."

I was lost in a fog of happiness, completely enraptured by his words. He was right; I had fallen in love with him. It wasn't only physical attraction—although that was certainly a big part of it—it was something far more profound than that. It was an emotional bond that I could share with him without fearing that it would be taken advantage of or misused; it was a mutual trust that gave me the confidence to let down my guard and allow him access to my innermost feelings. And more than anything else, it was the fact that he had accepted me for who I am—that he didn't judge me for my lack of experience and instead treated me with respect and admiration.

In that moment, I decided that I would give myself fully to him and to our relationship. I would do whatever it took to make it work. It wouldn't matter how awkward or unskilled I might be... It would have been worth it just to have someone accept me for who I was and show me such kindness and compassion. This would not end tonight. No, no... I swore that we would become one in the fullest sense of the word: That we would stay together until death parted us.

Lord Mitsuyoshi's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I'm getting close," he said softly. "You ready?" I nodded silently. I was. "I promise that it won't hurt," he assured me as he slowed his pace once again. "We'll take things nice and easy. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

I closed my eyes as he entered me again, pressing himself deep inside me as I gasped quietly. The sensations were intense; I could feel my insides contracting as my body prepared itself to receive him. He stopped moving for a moment, allowing us time to adjust to each other's presence before resuming his gentle thrusts.

As he began to move faster and harder inside me, I clung to him as tightly as I could, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me with every stroke. My body tightened around him as I felt the warm glow of orgasm building within me; this was going to be it, I thought excitedly. This was the moment that I had been waiting for all night... I was finally going to lose control!

My body writhed and contorted on the bed as I squirmed wildly, bucking against him as I cried out in ecstasy. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure that washed over me as I came, shaking and shuddering uncontrollably as wave after wave of bliss crashed through me. With each powerful throb, waves of tingling sensation coursed through my body—every nerve ending alive with energy as my muscles tensed involuntarily and my whole body convulsed with raw emotion. And he too was wracked with rapture as his hips moved erratically, slamming into mine with a forceful rhythm as he continued to fuck me.



And then, it happened. With one push, he drove himself deep inside me and held it there as he released his seed into me. His shaft twitched and pulsed as thick ropes of semen shot into me, filling me with the warmth of his love and the thrill of his climax. At the same time, I too reached a point of peak pleasure as my body contracted around his cock, squeezing him tightly as he filled my ass with his cum. Together, we both came undone in perfect harmony, reveling in the pure euphoria that we shared. My erection pulsed as I felt it shoot streams of sticky fluid all over my stomach, dripping down onto the sheets below.

Immediately, it was as if all energy left us, and Lord Mitsuyoshi collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me down as he rested against my chest. Our bodies shivered together in the aftermath of our lovemaking, and it was some time before either of us could muster the strength to move again. We lay in silence for several minutes, savoring the moment and basking in the afterglow of our release as we listened to the sounds of nature outside—the chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves being stirred by a passing breeze.

I thought that he would then leave, but instead, his tails began to gently wrap themselves around my waist and lower body, holding me tight as they rubbed back and forth across my skin. They were so warm, so soft and silky smooth... then, his arms also encircled me, cradling me in his embrace as he nuzzled his face against my neck. "You smell good," he whispered softly in my ear.

He then pulled the covers over us, wrapping us up in a cocoon of warmth and comfort—a cozy little haven amid the darkness of night. I laid there contentedly as I relaxed into his touch, enjoying the closeness of the two of us. "...I love you," he murmured softly in my ear, sending a chill up my spine. I turned my head to meet his gaze, looking deep into his eyes and seeing what I could see—his desire for me shining brightly in those beautiful emerald eyes. After a long pause, he added quietly, "You're really something special, you know... I've never met anyone quite like you before..."

There wasn't a shred of doubt in my mind that he meant every last bit of it. I knew in that instant that I had found my true soul mate. I had found someone who loved me in spite of my shortcomings—someone who cared enough for me to want me despite my flaws. Someone who had chosen me above all others. "You're very sweet," I replied sincerely. "Thank you."

His hand brushed against my cheek as he pressed his lips to my forehead. "I'm glad that you're here," he said simply. "I don't know why, but somehow... I just knew that it was right."

I kissed him gently on the lips and returned his embrace, holding him tight against me as I squeezed him tightly in my arms. "So did I."

Eventually, we fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted from our lovemaking and from the day's events. As we drifted off to sleep, I felt safe and protected by his arms wrapped around me, knowing that nothing could harm me while we slept together like this. The last thought I had was that tomorrow, I would write a letter to my master, informing him that I would no longer be serving him; that I had found my life partner, which was far more important than any position or title. And when morning arrived, I would leave behind everything that I had ever known—to live a life with Lord Mitsuyoshi under whatever circumstances we encountered along the way.