This chapter has an r-18 scene.
Chapter 117: (~11k words)
– Rikuo Nura –
Rikuo walked quietly beside his grandfather down the nighttime streets of Kyoto. Lanterns hung from wooden buildings, casting a soft, amber glow along their path. He hadn't set foot in Kyoto since the peace talks between the Nura Clan and Yasaka, Queen of the Yokai. Just thinking about that night made him cringe inwardly. After all, he'd nearly gotten himself killed by a deranged fallen angel, and it was Prince Haru's yokai girlfriend who had stepped in to save him.
Having his life saved by the fox prince's concubine had embarrassed Rikuo deeply. As the young master of the proud Nura Clan, needing rescue by another yokai made him and his clan appear weak.
At least, that's how his grandfather had seen it.
Since that night, Nurarihyon had doubled down on Rikuo's training. Rikuo was drilled relentlessly to push the limits of his quarter-yokai blood. Nurarihyon had taught him how to control and manifest his FEAR more precisely and effectively.
At first, the training had been exhausting. But slowly, Rikuo felt himself grow stronger. He'd learned new techniques, sharpened his senses, and gained greater control over his yokai abilities. Over his FEAR. His grandfather hadn't held back, drilling him in fierce mock battles and harsh exercises every single day. Now, weeks later, Rikuo could finally hold his head high, confident that he wouldn't disgrace his family name again.
…Or at least, he hoped so.
Still, despite his grandfather's obsessive insistence on Rikuo regaining face for their family, Rikuo secretly doubted the Kyoto yokai cared that much about the Nura Clan's reputation. They had Prince Haru, who was practically a legend among the yokai at this point. Rikuo wondered if his own clan even registered as important anymore...
Nurarihyon interrupted his thoughts, leaning in as they approached Haru's restaurant the Fox Hole. "Remember, Rikuo," his grandfather said sternly. "You're representing the Nura Clan tonight. I expect you to behave properly."
"Yes, Grandpa," Rikuo sighed, adjusting his kimono nervously. His grandfather gave him a pointed stare, clearly sensing Rikuo's anxiety.
His grandpa had mentioned that their previous visit had been late at night, when the place was empty. Tonight, however, they were arriving while the restaurant was fully open and busy. Nurarihyon gave him a serious glance. "Remember, Rikuo. This establishment is owned by Prince Haru, the son of Yasaka herself. It's bound to be a refined and classy place. I expect you to be on your absolute best behavior."
Rikuo nodded quickly, smoothing out his kimono to look more presentable. "Of course, Grandpa," he promised dutifully.
They reached the wooden doors, beautifully carved and elegant. Taking a steadying breath, Rikuo pulled open the heavy doors and stepped inside—
"WOO! CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!" A loud cheer erupted through the room, instantly shattering his expectations. "YOU GOT THIS RIMURU!"
Rikuo's jaw dropped. Right in front of them, a handsome, short young man with long blue hair stood boldly atop one of the tables. He held an enormous barrel of alcohol above his head, expertly pouring it directly into his mouth as a group of rowdy guys around him cheered him on enthusiastically.
On another side of the restaurant, several large, muscled men who looked like Vikings were locked in a fierce arm-wrestling competition. They roared and laughed loudly, slamming their fists onto the wooden tables and shouting challenges at each other.
"Come on, Farkas! I have money riding on you—show your brother Vilkas who's boss!"
"Oh please!" the one named Vilkas roared back. "My milk-drinker brother couldn't beat me if I had both hands tied behind my back!"
"Those are fighting words!" Farkas yelled. A second later, both men crashed onto the floor, wrestling wildly and drawing even more cheers from the other vikings around them.
Rikuo stared around the chaotic restaurant in shock. Instead of the classy, refined establishment his grandfather had described, the Fox Hole felt like a massive, lively party.
He glanced cautiously up at his grandfather. Nurarihyon simply sighed deeply and turned towards Rikuo with a resigned yet amused look. "Grandson," his grandpa said seriously, placing a hand on Rikuo's shoulder. "Forget everything I just told you… Clearly, these Kyoto Yokai know how to throw a real party!" Without another word, Nurarihyon grinned mischievously and rushed across the room toward the busy bar. Prince Haru himself stood behind the counter serving drinks and laughing along with the crowd. Nurarihyon raised his voice dramatically as he approached. "YO, PRINCE HARU! HIT ME WITH YOUR STRONGEST SAKE!"
Knowing his grandfather, he was probably going to get so drunk that he eventually forgets why they came here in the first place.
Oh well…
Rikuo just shrugged, deciding he might as well try to enjoy the evening too. Looking around, he noticed a table in the corner with two boys about his own age. They were drinking juice and soda rather than alcohol.
Curious, Rikuo walked over, politely offering a smile. "Hi there. I'm Rikuo."
The boy with messy dark hair and green eyes smiled back warmly. "Hey there! I'm Harry, and this is Mob," he said, pointing at the quiet, dark-haired boy beside him. "Welcome to boys' night at the Fox Hole. It gets pretty crazy…"
Yeah, he could tell…
– Haru –
I wasn't expecting the little old demon Nurarihyon to show up to boys' night. Mom had actually been worried that our talks with his clan had fallen apart after they got attacked on our territory. Even though Naruko and I had saved his grandson and that Yuki Onna girl who was with him, the old yokai clans were touchy about pride and image.
But I guess things must've worked themselves out. Right now, Nurarihyon himself was standing in the middle of my bar having a full-on drinking contest with Ainz. He slammed down a large sake cup, throwing a confident smirk at my humanoid looking overlord friend.
"I'm not going to lose to you, demon!" Nurarihyon boasted loudly. "I don't care how powerful you are—no one can drink a member of the Nura clan under the table!"
Ainz scoffed good-naturedly, taking a long, confident sip of sake before smirking right back at the old yokai. "Hah! You underestimate me, old man. In my previous life, I was a Japanese salaryman! Drinking is our one true superpower. No mortal—or yokai—can outdrink us!"
I glanced across the room and spotted Rikuo, Nurarihyon's grandson. He had settled down at a table with Harry Potter and Mob, and the three boys were chatting like old friends already. I smiled warmly. Moments like this were exactly why I loved running this restaurant.
A sudden chorus of wild cheers pulled my attention back toward another table. The "man-turned-slime-turned-man" was literally spewing rainbows from his mouth, shooting across the room. It was both horrifying and oddly impressive. Whether Rimuru was a slime or not, it didn't matter that he didn't have a technical stomach, that barrel magical Nord mead would knock anyone flat on their ass if they weren't prepared for it.
And more people kept arriving as the night went on.
Azazel, the leader of the Grigori, suddenly made his way toward the bar. I was surprised to see him. Azazel showed up occasionally to hang out, but I hadn't been expecting him tonight. Although I had sent out a mass text now that Ainz pointed out we had a chat group…
But what surprised me even more was who he had brought with him.
Standing awkwardly behind Azazel was none other than Michael. The Archangel and current leader of Heaven himself. Golden-haired, fair-skinned, and practically almost glowing, Michael looked completely out of place. At least he wore a simple white shirt and pants, making him stand out a bit less.
Michael seemed tense. He shifted nervously from one foot to the other and glanced around the room, eyes widening slightly at the chaotic scene. He also seemed a bit tense when his eyes went from Rimuru to Ainz.
I couldn't blame him, they were Demon Lords. But Michael, like his sister Gabriel, wasn't the kind of guy to judge based on someone's race.
"Hey there, Haru," Azazel greeted cheerfully as he leaned casually against the bar. "How about you pour us two glasses of your finest sake?"
I nodded with a smirk. "Sure thing, Azazel." I glanced curiously at Michael. "And it's a surprise to see you here, Michael. Welcome to boys' night at the Fox Hole"
Michael cleared his throat and gave me a hesitant smile. "Thank you, Prince Haru," he said politely, voice soft and a little uncertain. "Azazel suggested I accompany him tonight. He thinks I should...relax more."
To be fair, I don't think I've ever NOT seen Michael looking overworked. Which was worse, because he didn't need to technically rest or sleep as an Archangel. If he was exhausted when he had nearly limitless energy, then that was saying something.
Being "God" must be hard… How does one being even begin to process getting over 4 billion prayers every single day?
Although, I'd never mention that out loud. Big G being un-alived was still a secret to the rest of the world.
Azazel laughed loudly, slapping Michael affectionately on the shoulder. "That's right, big brother. Boys' night only happens every month or two. You need to lighten up once in a while! Let Raphael or that stick in the mud Uriel take on some of your work for a few hours."
Michael frowned slightly and shook his head. "Well, they did volunteer. But… Excessive drinking is considered sinful," he replied earnestly, shooting Azazel a pointed look.
A look that was promptly ignored.
"So Haru," Azazel said suddenly, leaning forward across the bar with a wicked grin. "I heard you knocked up your sexy fox-girl oyakodon combo. Right on, man." He raised his sake cup and took a slow, teasing sip, winking playfully at me.
I couldn't help laughing. Honestly, I was pretty damn proud of it myself after I got over the shock a few days ago.
Michael smiled. He glanced toward me, his expression warm and genuinely kind. "Congratulations, Haru," he said softly, dipping his head respectfully. "That's wonderful news. You're going to be a father. I wish you all the best..."
"Thanks, you two," I replied sincerely, grinning openly now. I stopped trying to hide my excitement and let my ten golden fox tails freely wave behind me. They swished happily. Becoming a father was easily going to be one of the greatest things to ever happen to me, and I had no desire to downplay it.
Down the bar, my oldest friend Agnar—the Dragonborn himself—was picking up another round of drinks. He paused when he heard our conversation and suddenly lifted a full mug of Nord mead high above his head. His muscular frame towered over the crowd as he roared out, "Everyone raise your drinks! A toast to Haru! THE FIRST OF US SORRY LOT TO BECOME A PAPA! HAHAHA!"
Agnar's hearty laugh boomed throughout the entire restaurant. Every head turned toward me at his loud declaration, and then everyone else joined in. People, monsters, yokai, and the drunken group of Nords around Agnar all raised their glasses, mugs, and cups in celebration.
Cheers and congratulations echoed loudly through the Fox Hole, making my heart swell with pride and joy.
I waved back and nodded gratefully to everyone. Knowing that all these people—friends and customers alike—were genuinely happy for me made everything feel amazing.
– Yasaka–
While her beloved son, Haru, was busy hosting his monthly boys' night at the Fox Hole, Yasaka took advantage of the free evening to host a small gathering of her own.
Among Yasaka's special guests tonight were Daenerys Targaryen—the so-called Dragon Queen from the world of Planetos—and Haru's partners, Sansa and Catelyn Stark. Yasaka watched Daenerys with quiet amusement as the beautiful silver-haired woman wandered the room, gazing at the palace walls, lights, and furnishings with open fascination.
Daenerys approached a softly glowing lamp on a low table, examining it closely with a mixture of nervous curiosity and genuine awe. She looked up and met Yasaka's eyes hesitantly. "This palace...and the city outside. Is everything here built by magic?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.
Sansa Stark smiled warmly and shook her head, answering the question herself. "Actually, it's all technology, something called electricity. It's quite common here. Most parts of Westeros don't have anything like it, except perhaps the North and the Riverlands now. King Haru's world is far more advanced than ours."
Daenerys stared at Sansa in astonishment. "Truly? To achieve something so incredible, your society here must be very ancient indeed."
Yasaka smiled gently and corrected Daenerys. "Not exactly. Japan's recorded history only stretches back accurately for a few thousand years. In truth, compared to some worlds—including yours—that's actually rather short."
Daenerys's violet eyes widened even further at that revelation. She looked back at Yasaka with disbelief, clearly unable to fathom how such a relatively young society had surpassed her own world's advancements so completely.
Catelyn Stark, who had been quietly sipping tea beside Sansa, spoke up knowingly. "I understand your confusion, Daenerys. In Westeros, our written history accurately spans at least ten thousand years. And yet our technology does not even come close to this."
"How could that be?" Daenerys turned to her.
Catelyn's face darkened slightly, and she set down her teacup carefully before answering. "It's because the Citadel of Maesters have actively sabotaged any technological advancement in Westeros. They've deliberately prevented progress so they could remain the sole keepers of knowledge and power. As a Lady of a Great Noble House, I was horrified to finally realize our families were pawns to them. For thousands and thousands of years they kept us dumb and only taught us what they wanted us to know."
Yasaka nodded. At least that had all been sorted out when her own adopted daughter Tanya-chan burnt that decrepit place of fake knowledge to the ground.
…Daenerys was still obviously overwhelmed by everything.
Yasaka noticed this clearly as she watched the young woman carefully. She understood Daenerys's discomfort. After all, Haru's restaurant, the Fox Hole, and everything associated with it, was beyond anything Daenerys had ever experienced back in her own world. Despite being the mother of three dragons, she barely even knew anything about magic. Other than some crazy blood mages had tried to use it to enslave her and her dragons at one point.
Daenerys was going to become one of Haru's official wives, thanks mostly to the scheming of Sansa and Catelyn Stark. Yasaka also knew she couldn't put off this conversation.
Given that, Yasaka felt a responsibility to explain clearly what Daenerys's new place within Haru's life—and indeed, within the wider multiverse—would entail. There was simply no better time to start that discussion than tonight, while the men were away at boys' night.
Of course, Yasaka knew full well it wasn't possible to explain every detail in a single evening. Even for highly intelligent noble women like Sansa and Catelyn, it had taken weeks of intensive study and patient explanations before they fully understood modern technology and Yokai cultural norms.
Yasaka doubted Daenerys would grasp everything immediately, but she intended to give her at least a solid foundation…
…
A couple of hours into the conversation, Yasaka paused briefly, giving Daenerys a moment to process everything she'd learned so far.
Daenerys sat quietly on a plush cushion, staring down thoughtfully at her own folded hands. When Daenerys finally looked up, she wore a slight frown. "So," she began carefully, clearly still uncomfortable, "there's actually a hierarchy among the women in your son's life?"
Yasaka sighed softly. She would have liked nothing more than to offer the girl a comforting lie—to tell her that no such hierarchy existed, and that everyone occupied equal footing. But Yasaka was not one to lie to someone who would soon become family.
Haru might genuinely believe he could love all his women equally, but Yasaka understood that simply wasn't biologically or practically possible.
The truth, though harsh, was always preferable.
"Unfortunately, yes," Yasaka admitted gently. "Even if Haru himself doesn't openly believe it, there is a certain hierarchy with his lovers."
Daenerys listened carefully. "And…?"
"If you're wondering about the hierarchy, Daenerys," Sansa said calmly, "the girl at the very top of Haru's harem is most definitely Ranni. Though, I'm fairly certain he hasn't even slept with her yet."
Daenerys looked mildly surprised by this, but said nothing. Yasaka nodded gently in confirmation, knowing Sansa spoke the truth. Haru had great affection and respect for Ranni, to the point that Yasaka herself knew the blue witch and moon Goddess might become Haru's main WIFE sooner or later.
"And right below Ranni would be Aela," Sansa continued matter-of-factly. "She was Haru's very first lover."
Yasaka continued to quietly nod along. Aela had always been special to Haru. Even though many new lovers had entered her son's life, Yasaka knew that Aela occupied a treasured spot within his heart.
"And after Aela," Sansa said thoughtfully, "I'd put Rias Gremory in third place? Haru is obviously very fond of her. I'm pretty sure that they've slept together the most, although Naruko might be a close second to that."
Yasaka smiled, finding Sansa Stark's bluntness to be entertaining. And her son Haru had definitely been enjoying his young adult life so far.
"And after Rias," Sansa added carefully, "comes Milim Nava—I think. But again, I'm not sure Haru has actually slept with her yet either."
Daenerys stared at Sansa blankly. The names clearly meant little to her, as she'd met almost none of these other women. Yasaka sighed inwardly, there was a great deal Daenerys still had to learn about the complicated relationships surrounding Haru.
"After Milim," Sansa said more casually, "most of the other women tend to be roughly equal in terms of how close they are to Haru. At least, that's what I've observed."
"Except for you, Daenerys," Yasaka added bluntly, giving the young dragon queen a teasing, foxy smirk.
Daenerys immediately pouted at Yasaka's playful jab.
Yasaka knew she had probably hurt the girl's pride slightly, but it couldn't be helped. Daenerys needed to clearly understand her position. At the moment, Daenerys stood at the very bottom, mostly because Haru had barely spoken with her.
In fact, Yasaka was aware that her son had only shared two or three brief conversations with Daenerys in total. From what she'd heard—both second-hand and third-hand—none of those encounters had gone especially good for the girl.
Seeing Daenerys's disappointed expression, Yasaka softened her tone. "Listen carefully, Daenerys," Yasaka said patiently. "You must understand something clearly. Right now, my son does not have feelings of love towards you. It's not personal—it's simply the truth."
Daenerys's face clouded, her frown deepening even further at Yasaka's blunt statement. The proud Targaryen queen clearly wasn't used to being in a position of weakness, romantically or otherwise.
Yasaka sighed quietly and continued in a gentler voice. "If you truly want things to work out well between you and Haru, you will have to put in most of the effort yourself. You must work to earn his respect, affection, and eventually, perhaps, even love. The responsibility to build that connection will be yours."
Daenerys stared down into her lap quietly, obviously deep in thought. Yasaka knew the conversation had been tough on her, but necessary. It was better for Daenerys to learn all this now rather than face greater disappointment and confusion later.
After several long moments, Daenerys finally looked up again, determination slowly replacing doubt in her violet eyes. "Then I will do what I must," she said softly. "I'm not afraid of effort or challenge!"
Yasaka giggled playfully at Daenerys's determined declaration. Her twelve golden tails swayed cheerfully behind her, clearly showing her amusement. The young dragon queen certainly had spirit, Yasaka had to admit.
"It's not all bad, you know," Sansa said suddenly, leaning forward slightly and flashing Daenerys a playful smile. "Becoming one of Haru's lovers does come with plenty of perks."
Daenerys tilted her head curiously, looking intrigued by Sansa's comment. A faint smile played on her lips as she asked teasingly, "And what exactly would one of those perks be?"
Sansa's blue eyes glinted mischievously as she replied, "Well, for one thing, you'd be free to go and taunt Cersei Lannister anytime you want. After all, she's just a couple of doors down in this palace."
Daenerys raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across her lips.
"She's not Queen of Westeros anymore, and she never will be," Sansa added firmly, her voice holding both pride and satisfaction.
"You know," Daenerys replied, openly smiling now, "that does sound rather fun…"
Yasaka quietly considered the situation as she watched Sansa and Daenerys exchange playful smiles. On one hand, she genuinely wanted to protect Cersei Lannister's slowly improving mental state. On the other hand, Yasaka fully understood why the two younger women might harbor bitterness and resentment toward the former queen.
After all, Yasaka clearly recalled what Sansa had told her about Cersei's role in Ned Stark's execution. The loss of her father had scarred Sansa deeply. Even now, it wasn't something the young northern queen could simply forget or forgive.
And Daenerys had just as valid a reason for her animosity. Cersei had actively sent assassins after Daenerys Targaryen for years, determined to eliminate the young Targaryen queen. After enduring all that, Yasaka honestly couldn't blame Daenerys if she wanted some small measure of petty revenge against the woman who had relentlessly tried to kill her.
With all this in mind, Yasaka stayed quiet, choosing not to scold or stop the two younger women further. She glanced briefly toward Catelyn, noticing that she had fallen silent as well—vindictively silent.
"After we have some fun though, I might have a way for you to quickly raise your own standing…"
Yasaka's fox ears twitched as she heard Sansa whisper to the silver haired girl next to her.
That if she wanted a Haru to grow fonder of her quicker, then there was only one real way to achieve that goal.
– Haru –
"Thanks for stopping by, Shirou," I said as I dried my hands on a clean kitchen towel. I certainly love to cook and can do it at a supernatural rate, but when the restaurant was full of a bunch of hungry and drunk guys even I could use a little bit of help. Thankfully, I knew a certain red-haired Japanese teenager that had some passable cooking skills to help out.
"You are welcome." Emiya Shirou stood near the exit of my kitchen, glancing toward the restaurant doors and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
Despite the fact that I had texted him for backup, I was surprised he'd even managed to join us for boys' night. Shirou's girlfriend, Sakura Matou, was very possessive of her "senpai".
Well, actually, if I was being totally honest, Sakura had crossed into straight-up yandere territory. It amazed me that Shirou was able to escape her and come visit.
"I really should get going now. Taiga-sensei and Sakura are relying on me back home."
"Of course. Tell them I said hi."
He flashed me another quick smile before heading out through the restaurant doors.
The crowd at Fox Hole had dwindled down a lot as the night went on.
Nurarihyon and his grandson, Rikuo, were still here. Azazel was sitting at the bar, still casually sipping sake, with Michael quietly next to him nursing his cup of tea. At least they'd managed to stick around and enjoy themselves tonight.
Nurarihyon had spent most of the evening drunk off his ass and generally partying harder than anyone else in the restaurant. But now, strangely enough, the old demon looked completely sober. Nurarihyon suddenly turned toward me, his eyes sharp and clear, signaling that the time for fun had passed. His grandson Rikuo obediently followed him to a nearby table, sitting quietly.
"Haru, come join us," Nurarihyon said seriously, gesturing at the empty seat across from him. "We have some important business to discuss."
Azazel suddenly perked up from his spot at the bar as he turned toward us. "Oh, do I smell some juicy gossip coming up? Spill it, old man," he urged eagerly.
Michael, sitting stiffly beside his brother, immediately gave Azazel a stern look.
I turned my full attention back to Nurarihyon, curious about the important matter he was about to bring up.
Nurarihyon clearly wanted this conversation to remain strictly yokai business, turning his stern gaze toward Azazel and Michael. "This concerns our people alone," he said curtly, gesturing toward the door as if dismissing them.
I quickly raised my hand, stopping him gently but firmly. "Hold on, Nurarihyon," I said, keeping my voice calm but steady. "The Kyoto yokai faction officially entered a peace agreement with the three biblical factions. If this issue is serious enough to discuss with me, then they have the right to hear about it too."
Michael turned his gaze toward me, eyes warm with gratitude and pride. I could have kicked them out, but not doing so was a sign of trust. A future that he obviously wanted. Me too.
Nurarihyon, on the other hand, grumbled unhappily under his breath about "foreigners meddling in our affairs." After a reluctant sigh, he finally relented. "Fine," he grunted, leaning forward slightly with his eyes narrowed. "Some yokai from my clan have been attacked recently. A lot of them have ended up missing, and a lot of them have ended up dead. I suspect foreign pantheons are involved."
Azazel straightened in surprise, frowning as he processed the news. "Foreign pantheons, huh?" he muttered. "I really hope you're not saying they were fallen angels. Because if that's the case, we already took care of Kokabiel."
Nurarihyon waved a dismissive hand. "No, they're not fallen angels," he clarified sharply. "Believe me, if they were, you and I would already be having a much harsher conversation. No, this is different. They're at the very least—servants directly sent by foreign deities. They've been moving secretly, targeting yokai under my protection. Almost treating them like test subjects…" he growled. "Very few have managed to escape…"
My shoulders tensed slightly as I absorbed Nurarihyon's words.
Azazel paused for a long moment, looking thoughtfully down into his cup of sake. Finally, he lifted his gaze back toward me. "You know," he said slowly, voice uncharacteristically serious, "I think I might actually know something about all this." He set his cup down carefully before continuing. "The truth is, Haru," he explained, turning fully toward me, "I actually spoke to your mother, Yasaka, about a related concern just a few days ago."
I blinked in surprise, suddenly curious why Mom hadn't mentioned this herself. Azazel noticed my questioning look and clarified quickly.
"She didn't want to worry you unnecessarily, since nothing was confirmed yet," he said gently. "But here's what happened. Odin reached out to me. Apparently, some of the foreign pantheons have become very uneasy recently. They've noticed how quickly the yokai of Japan, particularly here in Kyoto, have risen in power…"
Ah…
I nodded quietly, understanding immediately. Of course the other pantheons were nervous.
The power Mom and I had gained was far beyond anything they'd encountered before. In the past, even an eight or nine-tailed kitsune was considered an impossibly powerful being.
Ten tails? Twelve tails?
That was thought to be pure legend—completely unheard of.
Yet now, my mother Yasaka and I had both effortlessly crossed that barrier, thanks largely to the blessings granted by the Fox Hole of course. And then there were all of my friends, and all the other powerful beings who came and went from my restaurant every single day. I wouldn't exactly call any of them part of the Yokai faction—except for the ones who were my women, but at the same time if I asked I knew all of them would be happy to side with us and fight with us.
Did we have the power to take over the entire world at this point?
With Ranni and Milim on our side—pretty much yeah. Even without those two, it was still a solid maybe?
Nurarihyon's expression darkened visibly as he listened. "Damn bastards," he muttered angrily. "Why the hell are they attacking my clan then? We're not even part of the Kyoto yokai!"
Azazel sighed and shrugged, giving Nurarihyon a sympathetic yet firm look. "Old man, you said it yourself a moment ago," he reminded him. "You and your clan have always maintained tight control over your territory and kept a careful distance from the Kyoto yokai faction. That makes your clan the ideal target for foreign pantheons to test their strength. They're using you as guinea pigs, testing how yokai fight before taking on the true threat."
Azazel turned his gaze slowly back to me, making it crystal clear who he considered to be the real "threat" these pantheons were preparing to face.
"That's bullshit!" Rikuo suddenly shouted, startling all of us. His young face twisted angrily as he slammed his hands down onto the table. "It's not fair for them to attack my family just to get ready to fight someone else!"
I studied the boy carefully, seeing the mixture of anger, worry, and fierce protectiveness shining in his eyes. I couldn't blame him one bit for feeling that way.
"No, it's not fair," I finally said quietly, shaking my head. "Not fair at all. But unfortunately, this is how these powerful beings think."
A lot of gods in this world have been in power for hundreds and thousands of years. None of them would be happy no longer being the top dogs—the pantheons with the biggest sticks to wave around.
…I rubbed my blonde hair in frustration, scratching irritably at one of my fox ears. A tired sigh escaped me. "Ugh, I fucking hate all this political bullshit," I muttered under my breath, leaning back heavily into my chair.
Nurarihyon had just left with Rikuo, leaving me alone at the table with Azazel and Michael. I was relieved the tense conversation was over, at least for the moment.
Still, I couldn't shake my irritation at the situation. Politics had never been my interest, yet here I was, right in the middle of another mess involving multiple powerful factions. Sometimes I wondered if I was cursed, but if I was Ranni wouldn't hesitate to remove that curse immediately.
I knew perfectly well why the Nura Clan and my mother's Kyoto Yokai had never gotten along particularly well. Their fundamental beliefs and behaviors were completely different. The majority of Nura yokai fed directly on human fear. To survive, they constantly terrorized and frightened innocent people. Meanwhile, we Kyoto yokai took a far more peaceful, diplomatic approach, coexisting quietly alongside humans instead.
But regardless of that difference, I understood that yokai should still protect yokai. We all lived beneath the same sun—Amy-chan's sun. Although if I was being honest, she tended to do a pretty mediocre job when it came to actually looking out for her own "children".
Before Nurarihyon and his grandson left, I'd promised them I would visit the Nura territory in the next couple of days. I'd help them track down and capture some of these mysterious attackers.
Once we had prisoners, we could interrogate them thoroughly and find out exactly which foreign pantheons were behind these aggressive moves.
I could tell it deeply irritated Nurarihyon to have to come to me for assistance. The proud old demon clearly hated swallowing his pride and asking for outside help. Yet his clan was under siege, targeted by powerful enemies from overseas. They simply didn't have any other option. I respected him for recognizing that and asking for help, even if it wounded his pride.
Once they left, Azazel leaned against the bar with a tired sigh, shaking his head. "Well, this certainly turned into a huge fucking mess," he said bluntly, echoing my own thoughts.
"Remember, Haru, now that our factions are officially allied, Heaven is always available to assist. If things get serious, all you need to do is call upon us. We'll respond immediately," Michael said to me.
I smiled gratefully, giving Michael a small nod. "Thank you, Michael. I genuinely appreciate it," I said honestly. "But at the moment, I don't think things are quite that desperate yet. At least not for now. I'll handle this carefully first and see exactly what we're dealing with."
Michael returned my nod respectfully. I stood up slowly, stretching out my stiff muscles and trying to clear my head.
I wasn't exactly thrilled with how things were unfolding, but I reminded myself this was the DxD universe, after all. In a world like this, fights and boobs always went hand-in-hand. I'd been thoroughly enjoying the boobs, of course—maybe even a bit too much. But the battle part? Truthfully, I hadn't seen as much action here as I expected.
Yet, if my knowledge of this world's main plot was still reliable, things would get violent soon enough.
I figured the main reason events hadn't escalated into full-scale war yet was because something—probably my own unexpected presence—had somehow spiraled events out of control.
And then Issei Hyoudou, the original protagonist of this story, had vanished.
Not my fault by the way… I think. You know, I never actually cared to ask Ranni if she was the one to get rid of him. If so—then yes, it was my fault? I guess…?
Moving on, Kokabiel had fucked up royally, choosing to attack Kyoto rather than heading straight for Kuoh Town to attack Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri. That had seriously derailed the normal storyline.
But even though things were different now, the Khaos Brigade still made their move. They tried—and spectacularly failed—to stop the official signing of the three-faction peace treaty. With that critical event done and sealed, all the strongest leaders from us Yokai, Heaven, Hell, and the Grigori faction had signed powerful soul-binding contracts vowing peace between us.
I felt more comfortable offering my allies significant boosts in their personal strength now. Gabriel had already traveled with me to Rimuru's world. The innocent archangel received an incredible upgrade to her existing archangel powers. She'd basically ascended into a goddess herself—though Gabriel herself adamantly refused to use that term. Calling herself a goddess seemed disrespectful to the memory of her beloved father.
Michael, Azazel, and the four Devil Kings—Sirzechs Lucifer, Serafall Leviathan, Ajuka Beelzebub, and Falbium Asmodeus—should all get the opportunity to visit Rimuru's world too. I was certain they would gain similarly massive power-ups from the experience.
With the rest of the world now starting to grow anxious and even hostile, our alliance had to be prepared. If foreign pantheons or factions tried to start shit with us, we'd need the raw strength to hit them back, and hit them hard enough to make them regret ever targeting us in the first place.
We can't handle all of our problems by just siccing Milim on them.
Or can we…?
No, I suppose we shouldn't—and it wouldn't be fair to her. Or the rest of the world.
…
(r-18 starts)
I glanced toward the back of the restaurant and checked the clock. It was well past 2 AM. I rubbed my face wearily. Should I sleep here tonight alone or head back to the palace?
I grimaced slightly at the thought of spending the night alone. After months of having lovers sleeping comfortably beside me every night, the idea of crawling into an empty bed didn't exactly thrill me.
Downside of throwing a party with no women allowed…
Considering the crazy shit that went on here tonight, probably still a good thing.
I sighed and locked up the Fox Hole.
The yokai district was quiet at this hour. Lanterns softly glowed along the street, casting faint pools of warm light on the cobblestones. Guards on patrol nodded respectfully as I passed, murmuring quiet greetings. I returned each gesture with a lazy wave.
As I stepped through the massive doors into Yasaka's palace, my sensitive nose instantly picked up two familiar scents. Sansa and Catelyn had definitely been here recently.
I moved toward my bedroom.
When I reached my room, I pushed open the sliding door, expecting to see the two red-haired women waiting patiently for me. But I stopped abruptly at the doorway in surprise.
Instead, sprawled openly across my wide bed, lay a completely naked young woman with platinum blonde hair. Daenerys Targaryen was sound asleep, her slender body stretched across the silken sheets.
Well… this was unexpected.
My eyes drifted downwards instinctively, confirming with a smirk that the carpet very clearly matched the drapes. Soft silver pubic hair nestled neatly between her slightly parted thighs. Her legs were spread carelessly open, leaving her bare pussy entirely exposed. Even from where I stood, I could make out the delicate folds of pink skin clearly visible beneath the silver fuzz.
I stepped quietly inside, shutting the door softly behind me. Why the hell was Daenerys here, naked and clearly waiting in my bed? Was this some scheme of Sansa and Catelyn's, or had the dragon queen come here entirely on her own?
Approaching the bed silently, my gaze traveled upwards along Daenerys's lithe, feminine form. Her breasts were small but firm, perfectly perky with dark pink nipples hardened slightly by the cool night air.
I felt my cock twitch appreciatively beneath my clothes at the enticing sight. I definitely hadn't expected to come home to find such an attractive surprise laid out before me.
Just as I reached the bedside, Daenerys stirred abruptly. Her violet eyes flickered open, heavy-lidded and confused for a second. Her lips parted softly, still half-asleep. She slowly sat upright, causing her modest breasts to bounce gently with the movement, giving me an even better view.
Blinking in confusion, she stared up at me for a long, dazed moment before realization seemed to hit. Her cheeks instantly flushed bright pink in embarrassment, but I noticed she made no attempt to cover her naked body.
"King… Haru?" she murmured sleepily, sounding a little bewildered. "You're finally back?"
I gave her an amused smile, crossing my arms over my chest and enjoying the unabashed view of her beautiful naked body in front of me.
"You can just call me Haru, and I should probably be the one asking questions here," I replied calmly. "What exactly are you doing naked in my bed, Daenerys? Did Sansa put you up to this?"
She bit her lower lip shyly, eyes darting away briefly before meeting mine again. She fidgeted nervously, which caused her small breasts to jiggle enticingly with each slight movement.
"Not exactly," she finally admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But she did encourage me...said it would be a good idea if I waited here for you tonight." Daenerys straightened her posture slightly, shoulders back and chin lifted proudly, attempting to regain some dignity despite her nude position. Her breasts thrust forward appealingly, drawing my gaze downward again. "I made my decision," she declared more confidently, though her cheeks still burned bright red. "I want to prove I'm serious about this. I'm prepared to earn your attention and affection any way I need to. I'm going to make you love me!"
I chuckled softly, admiring her boldness. My cock was rock-hard by now, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. Still, I made no move yet, content to watch her squirm nervously under my intense slitted gaze. "And you figured greeting me naked in my bed was the best way to get my attention?" I asked teasingly.
Daenerys's blush deepened. But instead of shrinking back, she boldly tilted her chin upwards, violet eyes bright with stubborn determination. "Did it work?" she asked, voice steady despite her embarrassment. She leaned back slightly on her arms, spreading her thighs a bit wider and giving me an even clearer view of her pink pussy and neatly trimmed silver pubic hair.
Damn, this girl was bold when she wanted something.
"Wait, Haru," Daenerys suddenly said softly, her violet eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in my pants. "Before we begin…can I ask you something?"
I paused, fingers gripping the hem of my shirt. Curiosity filled me, so I nodded, slowly peeling my shirt off anyway. I tossed it to the floor carelessly, and Daenerys's eyes widened appreciatively as they roamed hungrily over my toned chest and abs. Her pale cheeks flushed brighter as my ten golden fox tails gently swayed behind me, highlighting the proud kitsune blood flowing through my veins.
"Alright," I said calmly, stepping closer to her. "Ask me whatever's on your mind, Dany."
She hesitated briefly, seeming almost nervous for a moment. Her gaze flickered upward to meet mine shyly. "Well, earlier this evening, I was talking with Yasaka," she began carefully. "She told me that…there are still two very powerful women in your life you haven't slept with yet. Ranni and Milim, I believe, were their names?" She tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident. "Why is that?"
I considered her question. "I suppose the timing hasn't felt quite right yet," I answered truthfully. "Things haven't aligned in a way that felt natural with either of them, so I didn't rush it."
Daenerys let out a thoughtful little hum at my response.
She seemed to accept it, thinking silently for a moment. Then, with a mischievous gleam in her violet eyes, she slowly leaned back further onto the bed. Her smooth, pale skin glowed softly in the moonlight streaming through the window.
"So tell me, Haru," she purred softly, deliberately trailing her slender fingers slowly down her own body to catch my gaze. My eyes helplessly followed every movement as she traced delicately over her slim stomach, down toward the silvery patch of pubic hair nestled enticingly between her parted thighs. Her fingertips lingered teasingly at the edge of her pink folds, just barely caressing herself. "Does the timing feel right…with me?" she asked, her voice heavy with sultry invitation.
Fuck.
The erotic sight of this gorgeous, proud young woman shamelessly spreading herself open before me made my heart hammer urgently inside my chest. My rational mind faded into the background, overpowered by pure lust and arousal.
"Yeah," I growled thickly, stepping forward to the edge of the bed. My fingers quickly found the waistband of my pants, hurriedly pushing them down until I stood completely naked in front of her. My cock sprang free at once, standing thick and fully erect, bobbing lewdly mere inches from her shocked face.
Daenerys's violet eyes widened dramatically as they locked onto my exposed length. Her lips parted softly, releasing a shaky gasp. "Oh gods," she breathed out in awe. "It's…so big…"
A surge of masculine pride shot through me hearing her stunned reaction. Her flushed face stared openly at my throbbing erection, mesmerized by the thick veins lining its shaft, the engorged swollen head, and the sheer intimidating size of it.
Grinning wickedly, I reached out, gently cupping her warm cheek. She shivered under my touch but leaned into my palm instinctively. Her breath came quicker, and I could see the excitement burning hotly in her gaze.
"Do you like what you see, Dany?" I teased gently, brushing the tip of my cock lightly against her soft lips. "Still think you're ready for me?"
Her cheeks flushed scarlet, but instead of backing away, she opened her mouth willingly. Her tongue slipped out, shyly tasting the salty drop of precum leaking from the head of my cock. "Mmm," she hummed softly, eyes bright with lust.
Fuck, this girl knew exactly what she wanted. I felt another wave of hot desire wash over me, making my erection pulse even harder.
It was obvious that giving head wasn't exactly something she'd done a lot, but I appreciated the enthusiasm. Hell, who wouldn't?
"Like this, Haru?" she asked shyly, gripping the base of my cock gently with one hand. Her delicate fingers looked even smaller wrapped around my thick shaft, barely able to fully circle it.
I nodded, smirking playfully. "Yeah. Just relax and take your time. Use your tongue, and try to keep your mouth nice and wet."
Dany bit her lower lip, her eyes determined. Leaning forward carefully, she flicked her soft, pink tongue across my sensitive cockhead. A shiver ran through my body at the sensation, and I let out a quiet groan of approval. My tails swished gently behind me as my arousal grew.
Encouraged by my reaction, she slowly ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Her wet saliva began coating my length, mixing with the precum already leaking from the tip. Her hot breath brushed across my skin. "Gods, Haru...you're huge," she murmured shyly, pausing for a moment to stare up at me again. Her dainty hands slid around behind me, gripping my ass gently but firmly. She gave me a playful squeeze, eyes sparkling mischievously as a smile crossed her lips. "I like it though."
I chuckled softly. "Glad to hear it."
She opened her soft lips wide and began carefully sliding them around my cock. I hissed in pleasure as I felt her warm, wet mouth enveloping me, tongue sliding clumsily but earnestly around the thick head. She took me slowly at first, clearly unsure exactly what she was doing, but eager to learn.
Her mouth felt amazing—warm, wet, and snug around my cockhead. Each hesitant bob of her head sent little jolts of electric pleasure rippling through me. It wasn't the most skilled blowjob I'd ever gotten, but the raw enthusiasm more than made up for it.
I reached down with both hands, gently cupping her small, firm breasts. My fingers brushed teasingly across her hardened nipples, lightly tugging and pinching them between my fingertips.
Dany moaned instantly around my cock, the vibrations from her voice sending delicious shudders down my shaft. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly in pleasure before she resumed bobbing her head carefully up and down, taking more and more of me inside her hot mouth.
"Fuck, Dany, just like that," I groaned, encouraging her. "You're doing great. Keep sucking it nice and wet."
Hearing my praise, she pushed herself deeper, attempting to swallow more of my length. Her slender throat tightened instinctively, gagging slightly as she struggled. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to stop.
I gently eased back a bit, not wanting her to hurt herself. "Easy, Dany. Take it slow. You're doing fine."
She withdrew briefly, gasping for breath and smiling shyly up at me. A thin trail of saliva connected her wet lips to my slick cock, glistening lewdly in the moonlight.
"I want you to feel good," she said earnestly, stroking my length slowly with her small hand. "Am I...doing okay?"
"You're doing great," I reassured her, running my fingers affectionately through her soft silver hair.
She smiled happily at my encouragement.
"You're doing great…" I reassured Daenerys again, gently stroking my fingers through her soft silver hair. Her eyes were wide and hopeful, clearly craving my praise. But as enjoyable as her clumsy blowjob felt, my cock throbbed urgently, craving something wetter and hotter. I leaned down close to her ear. "But right now, I want a different pair of lips wrapped around my cock."
Her pale cheeks flushed bright red at my blunt words. Before she could respond, I easily reached down and grabbed her slender waist, effortlessly lifting her small frame further onto the bed. She let out a startled squeak, eyes widening with surprise at my strength.
I crawled forward onto the bed with a confident smirk, gently but firmly pushing her knees apart, fully exposing her waiting body to my gaze. My eyes drifted hungrily downward to the sight between her trembling thighs. Her pussy was completely soaked already, glistening obscenely in the moonlight, framed neatly by the soft patch of silvery pubic hair dripping with arousal. Her pink inner lips were flushed and swollen, wetness seeping eagerly from her slit.
Dany shifted nervously beneath my intense gaze, her slim chest rising and falling quickly. Her breath was rapid, clearly anxious and aroused at the same time. She reached her small hands up, resting them lightly on my chest as she gazed up at me shyly.
"Take me, King Haru," she whispered breathlessly, biting softly on her lower lip. Her violet eyes shone with anticipation, sincerity mixing with lustful excitement. "Please…I need to feel you inside me."
Hearing her beg so openly made my cock pulse sharply, painfully hard with desperate need. My ten golden tails swayed rhythmically behind me, mirroring my growing excitement. Without any more hesitation, I positioned myself between her open thighs, gripping the base of my cock and pressing the thick, swollen head firmly against her dripping entrance.
Slowly, carefully, I began pushing forward. The tight heat of her pussy instantly engulfed the tip of my cock, slick inner folds stretching eagerly to accommodate my girth. Dany gasped sharply, eyes squeezing shut as her smaller body was filled inch by inch with my length.
"Oh gods!" she whimpered breathlessly, nails digging helplessly into my shoulders. "You're…so big, Haru!"
"Fuck, Dany, you're incredibly tight," I groaned appreciatively, gripping her hips firmly to steady her trembling body beneath me. Her pussy clenched and rippled around my cock, gripping me like a velvet vise as I sank deeper inside her. "Goddamn, you feel amazing."
Despite clearly not being a virgin, her slender frame and petite build meant she was almost painfully tight around my thick cock. She gasped aloud, eyes wide with shock as the sensitive tip of my cock finally bumped roughly against her cervix.
"O-oh fuck!" she moaned, squirming urgently beneath me. Her face twisted briefly in discomfort, and I paused immediately, concerned I'd hurt her. But instead of pushing me away, she wrapped her slim legs eagerly around my waist, pulling me even deeper inside.
"Are you alright?" I asked carefully, staying still as I gazed down into her flushed face.
"Yes!" she cried breathlessly, nodding frantically. Her hips lifted desperately against mine, grinding herself eagerly onto my cock. "Oh gods, Haru…it feels incredible! Keep going…please!"
Relief flooded through me, followed by an intense surge of arousal. Clearly she enjoyed some slight roughness and the fullness of me hitting her deepest point. My cock throbbed excitedly inside her, eager to fulfill her request. My tails whipped happily behind me.
With a confident grin, I began thrusting slowly, rocking my hips rhythmically into her tight, dripping pussy. Each deep thrust buried my cockhead against her cervix, drawing sharp cries of pleasure from her parted lips.
"Yes, yes, just like that!" she whimpered desperately, fingernails clawing lightly across my back. Not that she would be able to scratch my skin. Her small, perky breasts bounced deliciously with every firm thrust.
Daenerys threw her head back instantly, her silver hair spilling wildly across the sheets as she moaned in ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed tightly around my cock, squeezing me deliciously and pulling me even deeper inside her eager, welcoming warmth.
"Oh gods, Haru! Don't stop!" she gasped urgently, her hips rising desperately to meet each powerful thrust of mine. "Fuck me harder…please!"
Hearing the dragon queen begging so wantonly ignited a primal fire deep within me. I always loved hearing my women beg for me!
My cock pounded furiously into her dripping pussy, wetness coating our thighs as obscene squelching sounds filled the room. The scent of her arousal thickened heavily in the air around us, driving me wild.
I rose onto my knees slightly, gripping her slender thighs and pressing them further apart. From this angle, I could clearly see my thick cock stretching her tight pussy wide open with every thrust. The sight alone nearly pushed me over the edge, and I groaned loudly, fucking her even harder and faster.
"You're fucking beautiful, Dany," I growled passionately, staring down hungrily at her flushed, sweaty body sprawled openly beneath me. "Look how perfectly your tight little pussy takes my cock."
Her cheeks burned crimson at my filthy praise, but her hips only bucked more desperately against mine. "Gods, yes! Use me, Haru," she pleaded shamelessly, lost completely in the overwhelming pleasure. "Claim me!"
I tightened my grip on Daenerys's slender hips, thrusting passionately into her wet pussy. Her tight walls gripped my cock perfectly, clenching around me with every thrust. The slick sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with Daenerys's eager moans. Her slender legs shook uncontrollably around my waist as her pleasure built higher and higher.
I leaned down and pressed my lips firmly against one of her small, perky breasts, feeling the stiff peak of her nipple against my tongue. She gasped sharply as I playfully bit down, sucking gently and leaving a faint red love mark on her very pale skin.
"Ah! Yes!" she moaned urgently, gripping my head to hold me against her chest. "Mark me, Haru. I'm yours now!"
Hearing her words made me growl hungrily against her smooth supple skin. I moved to her other breast, eagerly biting and kissing her nipple, leaving another possessive mark behind. She writhed helplessly beneath me, her soft cries of pleasure spurring me on.
Sliding one hand up her smooth thigh, I spread her even wider open, plunging deeper into her drenched, eager cunt. My cock stretched her tight pussy, making obscene wet sounds with every deep stroke.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tightly," I groaned roughly against her neck, breathing heavily. I dragged my lips higher, trailing kisses up the smooth skin of her collarbone, moving along the graceful curve of her neck. She whimpered softly as I nipped gently at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, her whole body shivering deliciously.
When my lips reached her jaw, Daenerys eagerly lifted her face toward mine. Our eyes met—hers hazy with lust and submission, mine filled with hungry desire. Without hesitation, our mouths crashed together passionately, tongues tangling as our hips continued their rhythmic thrusting.
As we kissed deeply, I felt her small body tense beneath mine. Suddenly she pulled back slightly, breaking our kiss to cry out urgently, eyes wide with shocked pleasure.
"Oh gods, Haru! I'm cumming—fuck, I'M CUMMING!"
I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock, convulsing powerfully as her orgasm ripped through her slender frame. Her nails scratched harshly across my back as waves of pleasure overtook her. Her warm juices flooded my cock, coating it with slickness and triggering my own climax.
"Shit, Dany, fuck—!" I gasped harshly, feeling the intense pressure building rapidly at the base of my spine. Pleasure exploded through my entire body, making my tails stiffen and my muscles tense. My cock pulsed violently as I erupted deep inside her pussy, spurting thick ropes of hot cum—filling her trembling body completely.
"Yes! Fill me up, Haru!!" Daenerys cried desperately, grinding her hips upward to meet every burst of my cock inside her. I held her tightly, hips twitching erratically as my orgasm continued pumping hot semen deep into her tight pussy.
I collapsed against her smaller body, both of us panting heavily. Her slim arms wrapped around me affectionately, gently stroking my sweaty back. I buried my face against her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her.
After several long moments, Daenerys softly giggled beneath me. She nuzzled my neck playfully and whispered teasingly, "I hope my king is satisfied."
"You think I'm satisfied with just one round?" I asked her teasingly with a wicked grin.
Daenerys's flushed lips parted in surprise and she blinked up at me innocently. Before she could speak I reached down and swiftly flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped sharply as my cock slipped out of her soaked pussy leaving a hot trail of our mixed cum along her trembling thighs.
"Haru?" she whimpered softly glancing back over her shoulder at me.
My gaze drifted downward hungrily taking in the enticing sight. Her slender thighs were glistening and trembling slightly. My thick white seed leaked slowly from her swollen pink pussy lips dripping obscenely down onto the sheets beneath her.
I groaned deeply as lust surged again through my veins.
Reaching out firmly, I grabbed her waist and lifted her ass upward pulling her body closer to me. Daenerys eagerly arched her back, pressing her pale round ass higher into the air. She turned her head sideways, biting her lower lip seductively while gazing back at me with hungry anticipation in her violet eyes.
Scooting closer behind her I rubbed my sensitive cockhead teasingly up and down through her wet folds. She shivered desperately, squirming her hips to try and push me back inside.
"How long do we have before morning?" Daenerys murmured shyly, her breathing heavy and needy.
I chuckled darkly leaning forward slightly over her smaller body and whispering hotly against her ear.
"There's four hours until sunrise," I said firmly, giving her ass a possessive squeeze. "And I plan to fuck you the entire time."
Her eyes went wide in shock and excitement realizing exactly how serious I was. Before she could speak again, I gripped her waist tightly and plunged my cock back into her tight pussy from behind. She squealed loudly beneath me, her back arching beautifully as my thick shaft stretched her open again.
"Oh fuck yes!" she moaned helplessly, pressing her face into the pillows. Her slim fingers clawed desperately at the sheets as I began thrusting again into her drenched warmth.
Her perky ass cheeks bounced enticingly each time my hips slammed roughly into her backside. My thighs clapped loudly against her smooth sensitive skin filling the room with lewd rhythmic sounds. I grabbed her hips firmly pulling her backward onto my cock with every thrust making sure she took every inch of me deep inside.
"Ah gods Haru!" Daenerys whimpered, desperately rocking her hips urgently back to meet my movements. "Yes, just like that! Fuck me harder!"
I growled in approval watching her pale ass ripple beautifully with every deep pounding thrust. Pleasure radiated outward from my cockhead spreading warmly through my body. My sensitive tails swayed rhythmically behind me reflecting my intense excitement.
Reaching forward with one hand I gathered her long silver hair gently in my fingers and tugged slightly forcing her to lift her head from the pillow. She gasped sharply, turning her face toward me with wide lust-filled eyes.
"You like getting fucked like this don't you Daenerys?" I demanded teasingly driving my cock even deeper inside her.
"Yes!" she cried out helplessly with her cheeks flushed bright red from the embarrassment and excitement. "Fuck me Haru! Take me however you want!"
I continued pounding into Daenerys from behind with rough, deep strokes. Her petite body was shivering helplessly beneath me as I drove my cock deep inside her. The tight grip of her pussy squeezed me perfectly each time I slid fully into her cum-filled depths.
"Oh gods, Haru! Don't stop—fuck me harder!" she whimpered desperately with her face pressed into the pillow.
My hands tightened possessively around her slender waist as I held her hips firmly in place. Her legs trembled uncontrollably beneath her, and at this point the only thing holding her up was the strength of my grip. Each forceful thrust sent loud, wet noises echoing through the room as her soaked pussy leaked our mixed fluids onto the already stained sheets.
Her pussy walls were slick with my previous load, making it easier to fuck her deeper and harder with every movement. The sensation of my thick cock pushing into her wet, cum-coated channel sent hot waves of pleasure rolling through my body. My heart raced fiercely inside my chest as my breath came harsh and heavy.
"Your pussy feels amazing, Dany," I groaned roughly as I pulled her hips back onto my cock again and again. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight."
She turned her flushed face sideways against the pillow, gazing back at me with hazy eyes filled with lust. Her silver hair clung messily to her damp forehead with strands sticking to her parted lips.
"Yes! Fuck yes, Haru! You're filling my cunt so much!" she cried out shamelessly as her fingers clawed weakly at the sheets.
Hearing her dirty words made my cock pulse violently inside her slick pussy. Pleasure raced down my spine, making my muscles tense and my golden tails bristle stiffly behind me. I increased my pace, slamming into her petite body so roughly that her pale, round ass cheeks rippled beautifully from the force.
My fingers dug tightly into her waist, leaving faint red marks on her soft skin as I fucked her relentlessly.
Daenerys was quickly losing herself to the pleasure with her moans becoming louder and more urgent. I could feel her pussy starting to quiver uncontrollably around my cock, signaling she was close to another powerful climax.
"That's it, Daenerys," I urged darkly while reaching one hand down to rub roughly at her sensitive clit. "Cum all over my cock again. I want to feel you squeezing me while I fill you back up."
"Fuck, Haru—oh gods, I'm cumming again!" she screamed helplessly, shaking violently beneath me. Her pussy tightened sharply around my cock with her orgasm hitting her hard.
The intense clenching sensation immediately pushed me over the edge as well. Pleasure surged powerfully through me, and I groaned loudly while thrusting deep inside her pussy one last time. My cock erupted forcefully, spurting thick ropes of cum, mixing with my previous load and filling her completely.
Daenerys collapsed limply onto the sheets with her entire body shivering. My hands gently supported her waist, keeping her ass lifted slightly as I slowly thrust a few more times, milking every drop of my cum inside her soaked channel.
Breathing heavily, I leaned down and pressed gentle kisses along her trembling shoulders. She turned her head weakly, looking back at me with a satisfied, exhausted smile. I hope she wasn't too exhausted though, because sunrise was still a while off…
(r-18 end)
– Spirit Inheritor, Perseus –
Ukiyoe Town.
Perseus stood quietly on the rooftop overlooking the sleepy Japanese town below. The night air was cool, but his irritation and frustration made him feel hot beneath his dark clothing. He cursed softly under his breath, annoyed at himself for not taking Heracles up on his offer to escape this mess months ago.
Of course, Heracles had joined the infamous Khaos Brigade. Perseus couldn't stomach the idea of associating himself with a terrorist organization. It was easy to turn his nose up at their methods at the time.
But now, standing here on foreign soil, he wondered bitterly if his own mission was truly that different. He was just a puppet carrying out acts of violence in service to cruel gods who cared little about morality.
The Greek gods were jealous, petty, vindictive bastards. This wasn't some hidden truth or secret revelation. It was openly written in humanity's history books and openly acknowledged among the supernatural community. The Olympians had behaved this way for over three thousand years, so why would they stop now?
Perseus knew better than most just how deeply the gods still influenced the human world. On the surface, Greece pretended to be a modern nation with a proper human government. Politicians smiled warmly in front of television cameras and pretended they controlled everything. But the reality was much darker. Behind closed doors, the human leaders knew exactly who they answered to. All military commanders, high-ranking officers, and special operatives—like Perseus himself—reported directly to Olympus. They were nothing but glorified servants, doing the gods' bidding without question or hesitation.
Because questions or hesitation led to execution… or worse. Creative and horrific punishments.
Perseus was known as a "spirit inheritor," a special individual born with the inherited soul and skills of the legendary Greek hero, Perseus. However, he hadn't inherited much beyond raw talent and physical prowess. Any personal memories or experiences belonging to the ancient hero eluded him entirely.
Still, even without those memories, his existence alone meant the gods claimed him as their property.
From the moment of his birth in Greece, he'd never had a choice. They'd drafted him early, forced him into the ranks of their special forces, and trained him brutally. Refusal had never been an option, nor had escape ever felt realistic.
Now here he was, thousands of miles from home, carrying out yet another order he disagreed with.
His current mission was straightforward but morally disgusting. Infiltrate Japan unnoticed and quietly capture as many yokai as possible for experimentation. The gods were jealous of the rising power in this nation and wanted to find a weakness to these foreign beings.
The worst part was that it wasn't just his own squad that had been sent here to Japan. This mission was bigger and uglier than he'd originally thought. Multiple forces from other pantheons had joined the Greeks, each assigned their own sections of this small town to infiltrate.
Perseus knew that, at this very moment, Egyptian supernatural forces loyal to their own gods were carrying out similar operations across Ukiyoe Town.
From what he'd heard, the Egyptian team had already discovered some valuable information. They'd confirmed that many yokai had an inherent weakness against evil spirits. It turned out that being confronted by corrupted, tortured souls weakened their defenses considerably. Unfortunately, this revelation played perfectly into the strengths of both the Egyptian and Greek pantheons. After all, both groups had no shortage of tortured and corrupted spirits to exploit.
Anubis, the Egyptian god of the underworld was infamous for his vast, dark army of corrupted souls. Hades, Perseus's own God, had also spent countless centuries carefully torturing and twisting human souls until they transformed into creatures of pure hatred and suffering.
Between the two pantheons, there were likely millions of these broken spirits—perfect weapons to unleash on their "enemies."
Perseus gritted his teeth in disgust as he thought about it. All these lost human souls, people who had once lived ordinary lives, now reduced to mere pawns in the gods' sick, twisted game. They would be thrown at these foreign yokai factions without hesitation or remorse.
Everything about this mission felt wrong. The gods weren't even pretending anymore. They were openly starting trouble with another powerful supernatural faction simply because that faction had grown too strong for their liking. The Kyoto yokai in particular were now seen as a legitimate threat—strong enough, apparently, to worry Olympus itself. The Greek gods would rather start a violent, destructive war than let anyone else rise to power and challenge their position…
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