Chapter 3 - Ladies From The East

"Timber! Isaac, it's coming your way," Ronan barks.

The bull looks confused, looking up at the falling tree looming over him, creaking and crackling angrily as the last vestiges of structure gave way at its base. "What? Why's it twisting so - "

"ISAAC! OUT OF THE WAY!" Ronan screams. The huge bull yelps and leaps powerfully, coming to the ground hard enough for it to shake. The tree lands almost as hard where he used to be, clearing his hooves by several feet. Its branches snap and crumple under it, and Ronan sighs in relief and exasperation.

"S-sir? Do I still have legs?" Isaac asks, covering his face with his meaty hands.

"Yes, but I'm not so sure about your balls," Ronan says with a chuckle. "You're fine, son, get up." He approaches, and Isaac reaches for him. The spotted leopard goes ever so slightly pale.

"Isaac, if I try to help you up, I'll throw out my back, or lose an arm, and I'm not entirely sure which would happen first," Ronan says sheepishly.

"Oh! Sorry, sir, it's just... My legs still feel a little bit wobbly," Isaac admits.

"It's alright, son. Here." Ronan sits by him, patting his shoulder. "Just take a moment, breathe."

Isaac nods, inhaling deeply.

Ronan pretends to see something under the tree. "Oh, is that your hoof over there?"

"Ah! What?!" Isaac bolts upright, and Ronan snorts and chuckles, patting the big bull's shoulder. Isaac sighs as he realizes it was a joke. And, after a moment, he giggles along.

"I suppose it is a bit silly to be so worried about it," Isaac ponders.

"Nah, you had me scared there, for a moment. Just trying to lighten the mood," Ronan sighs, getting up and patting the bull's arm. "Come on, let's take the branches off."

Ronan’s ear prick up at they begin separating and trimming the branches— it sounded like feet in the woods. Not many... perhaps two? But they were getting closer.

Ronan puts a hand on Isaac's shoulder. "Hold on, son... I think I hear something."

Isaac pauses, and Ronan walks in the general direction he thinks he heard the noise. "Hello? Someone out there?"

“Don’t move.” Someone says from the treetops. It sounded female, but slightly deep, and sultry.

“Drop the axes.” Another someone, with a slightly lighter voice, says from the darkness of the trees, closer to the ground.

Isaac hesitates, holding his axe to his chest. Ronan frowns - He suspected a robbery. Still, Isaac was probably scared, and he could manage a couple of thugs if he could get them to show themselves. Something felt wrong, though...

"We don't have much," Ronan calls, throwing his axe down. "Do as they say, Isaac."

Isaac gently puts his axe against the tree, looking even more nervous. "Um... I actually didn't bring my wallet, I'm sorry," He offers. "I could go get it, though!"

“We’re not robbing you.” The voice in the tree scoffs, as a figure drops into the clearing.

It was a leopard woman— completely black, carrying a long, eastern arquebus. She was quite slender, with pert breasts and round hips, wearing very eastern looking clothes— a short, sleeveless, plum colored kimono that cut just below her ass with a red obi, wrappings around her arms topped with bracers, and wrappings around her heels up to above her knees topped in greaves. Her long, black hair was rolled into a bun about halfway down her back, the knot itself covered with a white cloth and tied with a red cord.

“We’re securing the area for our charge.” She says, brushing a loose strand of hair from her golden eyes.

Ronan frowns curiously at her - Her garb was interesting, certainly foreign. Lewd, too... he pushes the thought out of his mind forcefully, blushing. And the fact that she had snuck, through the trees, no less... She was likely dangerous. The encounter wasn't coming to violence just yet, but he'd better keep it that was however he could. A foreigner may use foreign techniques.

"Your charge? Bodyguards, then?" He asks tiredly. "Well, you're in luck - I make furniture, Isaac here is my apprentice, and we have no intention of harming anyone. Whenever we can be on our way with this tree, that would be lovely. We have a table to make."

"Yes, for the Fletchers! Their old one... Oh, I'm sorry, are you from around here?" Isaac asks, blushing. "They're a lovely family just down - "

“Quiet.” A black fox, the other voice that spoke, emerges from the trees. She was slender— even more so than the leopard. Where the leopard was sinewy, with muscular legs and a nice bit of fat, the fox had almost no excess fat. Her hips were curved nicely and her ass was round and pert, but she had a thigh gap, and practically no breasts at all. A fact they could see from the fact that she was wearing little more than a navy blue kimono coat, tied loosely in the front with strings, a wound linen loincloth, and wrappings up her legs, with greaves over top. She had two katanas strapped to her back, and her short black hair was cut to frame her face in a sharp bob.

“We have some questions to ask you.” The leopardess says, hefting her gun. Ronan notices she also had a very long bow strapped to her back, and a quiver of arrows hung off her obi.

Ronan raises a hand to Isaac, huffing. The fox was even dirtier in dress than the leopard - Was this normal where they came from? He was half tempted to ask where that might be, so he could visit.

He focuses back to more pressing matters. Questions? Were they spies? No, spies would be more casual than stopping someone in the middle of the night... Thieves and bandits would be more to the point about what they wanted. The situation here was more complicated... And he wasn't armed, while they were. He didn't know why they were asking questions, but he was in no position to refuse. He figured they'd likely let him and Isaac go if he gave them what they wanted.

"Alright... Ask them, then," He snips impatiently.

“Who reigns this area? And how far is Ekyou from here?” The leopardess asks.

"Ekyou...?" Isaac mutters.

"King Dalias rules nearby, but we're arguably an independent town," Ronan says, trying to dissect their motives. Maybe a scouting party for an invasion. Perhaps there would be less bloodshed if they thought they could just move in and claim the place for themselves. But then what was their 'charge'...? Why did they care about Ekyou? If they had come from there, surely they would know how far it was, unless they were lost. And that was a long ways away, to be lost. "No one really cares about us. Ekyou... I've only ever heard of that land, and from what I hear, it's across the sea. We're nowhere near the sea."

“Good, good. Is anyone in this... town of ill repute? Any thieves or...?” The crosses her arms.

Now there was an odd question. What were they, law enforcers? Or maybe they were hoping to move in...? Peacefully, or not, he didn't know. May as well answer honestly. "Not really. There's a good few people, but no one who's of much importance these days. The residents are a bit older on average, people tend to come here to get away from everything," Ronan says. "Including thieves. They prefer the routes between bigger cities. Everyone here is trying to avoid trouble, not cause it." He clears his throat. "We do have a few wandering hazards, but I act as something of a consultant for the militia here, and we generally can handle them just fine."

“Militia?” She frowns.

There's not very many of them, He thinks to himself. He wasn't about to tell her that, though. "They guard the town from some of the ferals out here, among other things. They're good men, and they do good work. They're no more trouble than any of the other townsfolk." They do good work because they trust me and get a lot of advice from me, He thinks. If these women start making trouble, I hope they'll be able to cope...

Just then, a tanuki girl comes swinging from the branches down into the clearing.

“Okuri! We found a sleepy looking town nearby. I think we could find someplace for the princess to stay there for the time being.” She reports.

She was brown and tan, with big green eyes and long blonde hair pulled into a long, threaded ponytail with a tuft at the end. She was quite meaty, with a big, fat ass, chunky legs, and large, heavy looking breasts. She was wearing a set of baggy, forest green hakama pants that cinched around the knees and waist, with low cutouts on either side that came down to mid thigh and across to show the folds where her thighs met her hips, and a black sleeveless vest-style shirt that tied on one shoulder, but was loose otherwise, and cropped very short on her torso, showing off a bit of underboob. Her arms and legs were also wrapped, and her pants belt held several pouches on her back, for weapons. She was also carrying a bo staff.

Ronan raises his eyebrows and his dick tries to follow, stopped by his pants - These girls were really something. He was starting to think they were whores - Except they were armed. He pushes the thought out of his mind again - What the woman had said was a far more interesting development, and explained a lot. A princess was their charge, and they were looking for someplace to let her rest, hence their paranoia about the town. If they were concerned about their distance from Ekyou, and they were foreigners... They were trying to get away from there. They were likely being hunted, and needed help. This changed things.

"You're all looking for a place to stay?" He asks, cautious, but with a more friendly tone. "How many of you are there?"

The leopardess looks between the leopard and the bull doubtingly, and then sighs and nods. “Including our charge, 5.”

He nods. "That's not too bad... You could perhaps stay with me, so long as you promise not to hurt any of the townspeople," He suggests. "And let us finish our business with this tree here."

He was still thinking, in the back of his mind, that they might end up being dangerous, but at this point he wasn't convinced their intentions were foul, and was thinking about business as usual - And how to possibly accommodate them. He didn't have enough rooms for all of them, but his house was probably the largest, and most private, in the whole town. Both things they probably valued, in the position he was becoming more and more convinced they were in.

“Of course. But it may be dangerous for her to be around this... construction, so until you’re done, we will not bring her over.”

She turns to the other two girls. “Go help Kiyomi protect the princess.”

The girls nod and head back through the trees quickly.

"Finally," Ronan sighs, picking up his axe. "If you mean the tree, I don't blame you - Isaac can be quite a handful when he's carrying a tree. He's knocked a hole in a house once," Ronan says with a chuckle. "But once we start rendering it down, there's hardly much danger. And my workshop will always be busy, but there's plenty of space well away from it."

Isaac picks up his axe as well, and they start shaving the branches from the tree. Isaac hacks them off in droves, and Ronan follows him to shave the stumps down more carefully. They both work quickly, and it isn't long before the tree is bare of branches, and Isaac picks the whole thing up, holding it on his shoulder.

"I still don't know how he does that," Ronan mutters.

“Wait here while I collect the princess. Then we will follow you back to your... ‘workshop.’” She quickly disappears into the trees like the others, before he can argue.

"Mm. Isaac, can you find your way back with that thing?" Ronan asks.

"I believe I can, sir," Isaac replies. "Jus that way, right?"

Ronan nods. "You head back, I'll stay here. Id rather you not be swinging that thing around when this princess gets here, it'll make them nervous."

"Oh..." Isaac looks sad.

"You'll get to meet all of them when we get back," Ronan replies. "In fact, could you prepare a few rooms for them?" Isaac would probably appreciate being involved somehow, having a task to do. He kept the rooms clean and ready for guests just in case, but they could use a good dusting. They were going to house a princess, after all.

"Oh! Yes sir, I can!" Isaac offers, smiling. "You can count on me!" As he turns to leave, Ronan ducks under the tree, trying his best to be silent as Isaac heads off.

A few minutes later, the girls come back, this time accompanied by a short, chubby, black mouse with cute brown ears and tail, wearing a black, tight fitting, sleeveless dress down to her ankles with slits up to her waist and red closures over her chest, a red obi around her waist, wrappings on her arms and legs like the rest, with two short sickles attached to a long chain on her obi. Her hair was in two low buns, covered with the same style white cloth with red cord as the leopard.

The leopardess, apparently named Okuri, is carrying their charge— the princess. Not that they could tell at all. The figure on her back was largely a person shaped lump under a black blanket, pulled up over her head and tucked around her legs, most likely to keep anyone from seeing who she was.

“Where’s the bull?” Okuri barks.

And the mouse, He thinks. What's with these women? Her, and that raccoon-looking girl... He pushes the thought out of his mind. "I had him take the tree back to the workshop - I figured you'd want the princess in as little danger as possible, and he's sometimes not mindful about where he swings the thing," Ronan explains, looking distractedly at the black cloth. "You'll see him when we get there."

“Fine.” She hefts the princess gently. “Lead on.”

The tanuki girl sidles up to Ronan gently. “What’s your name?”

He blushes a little. She was quite... Cute, he insists to himself. Don't look at her tits, you idiot. "Ronan. Yours?" He starts walking, towards his home - Which conveniently directed his eyes away from her, so that he wouldn't end up staring at her chest. "I think I'd like to learn all of your names, if you'll be staying with me."

“I’m Tonba.” She giggles. “That’s Okuri, and Kiyomi.” She points to the leopardess and mouse. “And that’s Umio.” She motions to the fox. He notices she didn’t name the princess.

He nods, looking at the cloth-covered individual on Okuri's back. "I'd like to meet the princess at some point too, if that's... Not too much of a problem," He says, turning forward again. I can't even imagine how the princess dresses, He thinks. I kind of want to see that, though... He forcefully directs his attention back to more polite thoughts, clearing his throat, and in turn his head. "Though I take it it might be? Is there a reason?"

“Okuri said I should keep quiet and stay under the blanket so that no one tries to rob us.” A sweet voice under the blanket mews.

“You can come out now, your highness. There’s no one around to attack us.” Okuri chuckles, coming forward so that Ronan could see her back.

The blanket pulls back and reveals a gorgeous little white bunny with black speckles and long, thick, gorgeous black hair, tied into an intricate updo with golden combs, hair sticks, and flowers complete with dangling precious gems. Her eyes were black, with long lashes, a little pink nose, and soft pink lips. He could see why Okuri had her hide— her hairstyle alone must have cost a platinum.

Ronan blushes - Her face certainly looked regal, but not in any way he was familiar. She was definitely foreign - But that much he had already known. She was almost certainly wealthy - Or, perhaps, she had been. In which case,w hat she had left would be all the more valuable to her... He could see why she would tolerate being covered up like that.

"Oh, goodness... You're quite beautiful," He offers, after a moment of thought and staring. "May I ask your name, uh... Your highness?"

"My name is Miyutsuki no Ekyousagi no Miya, daughter of His Majesty Emperor Ekyousagi." She says softly.

"You may refer to her as Her Highness Ekyousagi." Okuri says to him sternly.

"Her Highness Ekyousagi," He parrots, nodding. "Think I can manage that. Thank you for obliging me, your Highness," He says with a smile. "I doubt we'll meet anyone who would try to rob you, but I'll be happy to be of help if we do."

The princess sets her soft cheek on Okuri's back, smiling at him.

He clears his throat. "Right then... Let's head home."

They arrive a few minutes later - They hadn't been far out into the forest, and his house wasn't even quite in town. If you squinted from the edge of the property, you could make out a building or two through the trees, and there was a path into town from his door, but that was it. His house was quite large.

They come through an opening in a stone curtain wall, which wasn't very high or thick, but still came above the heads of all present and could likely be fortified if necessary. The main building was a spacious and lofty three stories, built with very stout columns of wood extending out of the stone foundation, with wattle and daub construction between them. The spaces between the wood beams were painted white, and the roof was shingled with thick planks of wood, covered in moss. An arm came off one side, which was clearly the workshop portion.

At the end of the workshop, a huge set of double doors lay open, and Isaac was working inside, measuring the tree and making small marks. He looks up as they approach. "Oh! Hello, sir!" He blinks, coming out to look at the princess, his jaw dropping a little. He moves a saw he was holding in front of his crotch to hide his erection - He thought she was very pretty, and a dirtier part of his mind wondered if it was more than just her face that was pretty.

"Is this the bull?" She asks, nuzzling into Okuri's shoulder shyly.

"Yes, he is," Ronan says with a chuckle. "Isaac, this is, ah... Her Highness Ekyousagi?" He asks uncertainly.

"Oh, gods have me... It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness!" Isaac moods, beaming. "I've never met a princess before... May I shake your hand?" He shifts the saw awkwardly to his other hand, approaching tentatively and trying not to think dirty thoughts about her.

All of the girls stand protectively in front of Okuri and the princess, glaring at him. Okuri herself sighs.

"Let's go inside, first? I dislike being out in the open."

"Yes, let's. Don't get too excited, Isaac, her guards are rather jumpy," Ronan explains.

"Oh... I'm sorry!" Isaac offers. "Here, let me get the door - "

"Just stay in the workshop, Isaac. I'll show them around - Did you get any rooms ready?"

"Oh yes! Yes, I did - You've only got the four rooms, so I cleaned up the extra guestrooms a bit, and made sure the sheets were fresh and all." He pauses. "Two rooms isn't a lot for five women, is it? Oh dear... I-I could move my things out of my room! I'm not sure where I'd - "

"Go ahead and move them into my room, at least for tonight," Ronan offers. "I'll see if I can't set something up soon."

Isaac nods, and rushes off - And then Ronan heads in, waving for them to follow.

"One of us intends to be with the princess at all times, so it should be fine." Umio says quietly, heading inside with the rest of the women.

He shows them around the house briefly, just making sure they knew where everything was, before leading them upstairs - Where Isaac is taking an armful of things down the hall. "Should be all cleaned out!" He chirps as he realizes they're behind him. "Just give me a minute to tidy this up in your room, Ronan..."

The leopard nods, opening one of the doors nearer to them. "So, this is what all the rooms look like, including mine. Hope this will do," He says. The room inside is cozy, but modest - The beds are relatively large, and the mattresses seem to be straw padded with layers of cloth. There's a wardrobe in one corner, a desk in another, and a small end table with a portable candle lit on it, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow. A pair of small windows above head height let the light of sunset in through a sheet of parchment.

"With Isaac in my room, you'll have three to yourselves. Divvy them up however you please," Ronan offers. "And let me know if there's anything I can get you."

"Thank you for your kindness." The princess smiles as Okuri lets her down. As she removes the blanket, she reveals her outfit– every bit as lavish as her hair. It looked like she was wearing over 10 beautiful silk kimono, topped with 3 silk robes, a half skirt decorated like a delicate ink painting that trailed in the back with the kimono, some ornate belts and bobbles, and a translucent silk sash around her arms.

Ronan gawks a little - And as Isaac comes out of Ronan's room, he does, too.

"That's... Quite the outfit you have there, your Highness," Ronan says with eyebrows raised very high. This was pretty much the opposite of what he had been expecting, but it made sense now that he saw it. She looked... Like royalty.

She blushes a bit and giggles. “Thank you~ It’s the only thing I could keep when we escaped.”

“We should get you ready for bed, your highness.” Okuri says quickly.

Ronan nods. "I'll make us all something to eat, in the morning. For now, I hope you enjoy your rooms." He looks over at Isaac, pondering what it might be like sleeping in the same bed as him. The bull blushes a little, looking apologetic for a moment before gazing at the princess's dress in wonder.

“I’m hungry now, though, Okuri.” The princess says gently. Okuri sighs a bit and nods.

”We’ll make you something to eat, your highness.” She says, turning to Ronan. “Can we trouble you for use of your kitchen?”

"Of course you can, it's no trouble at all," Ronan says. "I'll even help if you like - We already had supper, otherwise I'd be happy to just cook for you," He says with a chuckle.

“Thank you.” Okuri turns to Tonba. “Please make some food for her highness. Take Ronan and our current supplies.”

“Roger!” Tonba turns and gathers one of the large packs they had all been carrying— there were four in total. While Okuri had to carry the princess, Umio and Kiyomi carried one each, and Tonba carried two— one on her back and one on her front.

She grabs a large straw bundle off the top of the pack and hefts it over her shoulder, and grabs a clay pot and smaller sack from the bag.

“Show me the way!”

He chuckles and nods, beckoning her downstairs and doing his best to ignore the fact that he fancied her so far. He focuses on helping her cook to get his mind off of it. "Are those your rations, then? I have a few things in the pantry, if you'd prefer something a bit fresher..."

“Oh, I intend to use some of the things you have. These are just basic staples in our Ekyou food.” She sets the straw bundles, sealed pots and sack on the counter. “The big one is our rice. Her highness likes to have a bowl of rice with every meal. This pot is our miso, and this pot is our tsukemono. This sack has some dried seaweed in it.”

She grins at him. “Usually Okuri shoots and roasts something for dinner, or Umio catches something in the river. and we eat it with these things.”

He nods. "Sounds like pretty good eating - Although, I can't say I've heard of some of those things. Miso? Tsuke...?" He trails off, shaking his head. "At any rate, let me see what I've got in there. I think I have a good portion of salted meat."

“Sounds good. Can you show me your pots and pans?”

He nods, opening up a cupboard. "I'm not sure what you use where you're from, which of these look good?" He gets out a few, setting them on the counter.

“That one does. Got a lid for it?” She asks, picking up a smaller one.

He nods. "Here you are." He heads into the pantry, and brings out a huge hunk of salted meat, along with a few logs of different cured meats. "Take your pick from these, or use all of them," He offers. "I have some bread from supper in there too, but not much. That, and some spices..."

"OH! I forgot our Shoyu!" Tonba hurries back upstairs to retrieve her item, just as Umio's coming down to talk to Ronan.

He looks over at the slender fox, raising his eyebrows. I wonder what she wants...? Damn, she's pretty. They're all pretty, He thinks hopelessly. Again, he shoves the thought out of his mind. "Yes?"

"Where's your bath?" She asks. Her voice was very soft, and her gentle ice blue eyes never betrayed any emotion.

He turns red. One of them is about to be naked, He thinks. He scrunches his face up to expel the thought from his mind. "Through the door under the stairway, next to the kitchen - My father put it on the bottom floor so we could pump the water straight into the tub, and then empty it out through a drain in the bottom. That same system lets us do something similar with the sink, even, with a foot pedal. Cost him a pretty penny to manage all that, and it still works." The speech was a bit of bragging about his father, but it was also keeping his mind off of the idea of the women walking around his house and up two flights of stairs in towels. "Oh! Do you, um... Need a towel?" He asks, turning pink again.

"Yes, we will need towels." She says gently. "A few, please. Bring them upstairs."

And with that, she heads back up.

He blinks, going to the linen closet. He grabs five - That was everything in the closet; he generally didn't keep many there. Were they all planning to bathe at once...? The bath was big enough, for certain, but... He wasn't sure he could handle that image. He brings the towels upstairs, still lost in thought about what that might look like.

As he opens the door to the princess's room, he finds Umio and Kiyomi helping her undress. Her hair had been taken from it's elaborate updo, and hung to lengths he couldn't imagine– her locks hit the floor, and then trailed another 2 feet or so. The topmost robes have been taken off and delicately folded, and she was down to her innermost layer– a near sheer white kimono that came only to her knees, tied on the side with string.

He could see her body, finally– she was the chubbiest of all of them, with wide, soft hips, a large, fat ass that hung heavily on her thighs, a soft, round belly that told him she ate well, and the biggest, most supple looking breasts he'd ever seen. They looked very heavy, and were full and round. He could see her black speckles and patches through the robe, and he got a peek of her pink nipples as well– the areola were huge and puffy, and her nips were fat and poked through the silky fabric.

Umio turns and takes the towels from him as he stares.

His mouth falls open, and he has trouble forming a sentence. "U-um... Is there anything else I can help you with...?" He manages, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the princess and looking straight down at the floor conspicuously.

"Show me how to work the bath." Umio hands the towels to Kiyomi, who gets in front of the princess and tries to shield her, glaring up at him.

"Y-yes, of course," He says. "Um... Why don't we go down there right now so I can do that?" He beckons her out of the room, hurrying down the stairs without really waiting for her.

Umio follows him down quickly, looking up at him with... what might have been mild curiosity.

"The princess is beautiful, isn't she?"

He turns beet red. "I'm sorry for staring, just... You didn't warn me anyone would be naked, especially..." He clears his throat. "I'm terribly sorry." He looks away, opening the bathing room door for her.

"She wasn't naked. She was wearing a kosode." Umio correct him, heading in to look at the bath.

"Kiyomi doesn't seem to think that matters, and it's certainly far more than I've ever seen before of a woman I wasn't... Involved with," He says, clearing his throat. "And I felt... Impolite."

The fox finally breaks into a little smile. "Involved with, hm?" She chuckles.

She fiddles with the bath a bit. "This is surprisingly like the baths in Ekyou."

He sighs. "Well, I'm not sure what the baths in Ekyou are like exactly, but if it's familiar to you, then hopefully that will make it easier to use. Here..." He starts pumping water in with the pump handle. "This pump draws the water up from a well. The water will come in cold, that's to be expected." He grunts as he keeps bringing the water in. "There's another pump, over there - See that oven? That's to warm the water up, and keep it warm. It's not lit, but there's a tinderbox there, and some firewood there," He offers. "Best to start right as the water starts coming in, it takes a while."

She nods and quickly starts a fire. "Pump this as well?"

"Yes, that will draw water from the bottom of the tub," He grunts, still going on his end. "And warm it. You get a nice, hot bath that way."

She starts on it, pumping her end and watching the water swirl and heat. She's able to keep up with him easily, without even breaking a sweat. As he watches her, a little impressed, he notices the action of pumping the water made her jacket swing back and forth. He could see a little more of her that way– she really wasn't wearing anything under it, aside from the wound loincloth. As she works, and as he watches, he starts to get little peeks of her nipples. Her breasts were small, and pert, and he could imagine how sensitive they were...

He blushes and looks away, panting and grunting as he pumped. Looking away only made his growing erection worse, and it was starting to bulge in his pants and chafe horribly...

Kiyomi and the princess come down just then, the princess wearing a towel wrapped around her body and her hair tied in several loops and fixed with hair sticks.

"I can take over." Kiyomi says, understanding what was happening from a glance. "You're free to go."

Her voice was high pitched but stern, and she pushes her way in front of him to get at the pump.

He grunts a little, nodding quickly. "O-of course, I... Hope her highness has a nice bath," He says, retreating from the room in a hurry. He lets out a breath as he closes the door, leaving him in the kitchen.

Inside, he can hear the gentle splash of the princess getting into the bath, and then the sounds of other clothes being discarded, and then more splashes– Umio and Kiyomi had gotten in as well.

Tonba, by then, had returned to the kitchen and was busy making them all food. She had rice bubbling in the large pot, and water simmering in the second. The clay pots she'd brought down with her, as well as the small sack, were joined by a ceramic jug of... something, and she was busy cutting the salted meat to grill.

He tries not to think about what was going on in the bath. "Tonba! How's it going?" He asks, a little more enthusiastically than he had intended.

"Oh!" She looks a little surprised. "Uh, just... cutting meat."

She chuckles a little, turning to light the grill. As she bends, her breasts hang forward, and he can see the lewd undersides, and the shape they made as they hung...

"R-right... Meat," He parrots dumbly, shaking his head to get the lustful fog out of it. "Anything I can do to help?" He asks, far more reserved in tone this time.

"Do you have any wild plants around here that are good to eat?" She asks, turning to open one of the clay jars. He finds a red, thick paste inside it.

"Mmm... Yes, we do, although... While it's dark outside like this, I'd be careful about going out," He says. "But we do have a lot of berries and root vegetables around here."

"I'll get Okuri to do it, she's great in the dark. Can you get her for me?" She asks, spooning a few dollops of the paste into the simmering water.

He nods, watching curiously, before turning to head upstairs. "Okuri?" He starts peeking in the rooms to try and find her.

He finds her in a different room than the princess's, lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"Okuri?" He asks gently, wondering what she was thinking about.

She looks over at him and sits up. "Yes?"

"Tonba wants you," He explains. "She says you're good in the dark, and she needs some ingredients from outside." He pauses. "Were you thinking about something?"

"Nothing that concerns you." She sits up and stretches. "Ingredients? Did she say which ones?"

"I told her there were root vegetables and berries around - I'm sure she can tell you what kind of things she's looking for," He says. "Would you like me to come with you? I know the area, and I can still hold my own just fine."

"Yes, I believe that might be best. She's looking for things to put in the soup or roast." She stands and grabs her bow and quiver. "If we come across any wild game, I can hunt it for you, as well. As our thanks for being so hospitable."

He nods. "That sounds wonderful, thank you. I'll admit the game around here is a bit flightier than in most parts - Again, the ferals cause some trouble for them too. Let me just grab my things..." He steps out, going to his own room and coming back with a chainmail shirt, a helmet, a shield, and a sword.

"A warrior?" She asks, heading out with him.

He chuckles. "Once upon a time, I was a soldier," He says. "Now, I mostly teach others. But I train myself on them as much as they on me - I still know my stuff."

She smiles a little and eyes him a bit– apparently being a soldier gave him points.

They head into the darkness together. He notices as they walk that she was... absolutely stunning. The moonlight reflecting off her fur showed him the faintest outlines of spots– she had them, just like him. They were just hidden in her silky, shadowy fur.

"How is it that you're all so goddamn pretty?" He asks, chuckling.

She blinks and glances at him in surprise. "Excuse me?"

He turns bright red. "Ah, sorry, it's just, um... The way you dress is pretty unusual around here," He says, not really addressing his real feelings. He kicks himself mentally for saying something so stupid.

"How is it that your women dress?" She asks, stooping to rustle through some bushes.

"Almost exclusively long, um... closed skirts," He starts, "No part of the, ah... Chest exposed, full length sleeves... That sort of thing," He says. He didn't want to talk about petticoats or other such things aloud, but they'd figure it out, he was sure. "You all are... Well, very different from what I'm used to."

"Interesting." She pulls up some root vegetables and looks at them closely. "We must seem improper to you then... which begs the question, why you think we're pretty?"

He turns beet red, and was thankful for the darkness. "Well, just... Showing off like the four of you is generally considered lewd," He explains.

"And lewd is equivalent with pretty, in your eyes?" She turns and tosses a teasing look over her shoulder at him.

He pauses. He was painting himself into a corner, he could tell. "Well, I mean... Any man enjoys lewd women," He says defensively. "Just... Privately."

She snorts and chuckles, before her ears prick up and she gets out her bow.

Quietly, she stalks off, her feet no longer making any noise on the forest floor.

Picking up on what was going on, and glad for the interruption, he crouches down and walks carefully and quietly himself. A hand rests on his pommel, just in case, and to keep his scabbard under control.

She holds up a hand after a bit, drawing a single arrow out of her quiver and nocking it. She takes a soft breath, and lets the arrow fly. Just as quickly as it left the bow, there's a dull squish, and a soft thud as an animal fell to the ground.

"Nice shot," He whispers, looking at her with not a small amount of awe.

She smiles at him a bit, looking proud of herself. He noticed that her slitted eyes had dilated so wide they were nearly completely black– that must be how she could see in the darkness. He couldn't push his eyes that far himself.

He gives a low whistle. "Damn... Let's go get it," He suggests, creeping forward.

She blinks and brings her eyes back to normal, creeping over to it and getting her hunting knife from her quiver.

—

They gut the boar Okuri had shot, and Ronan can't help but gush a bit on the way back. Finally, they get back.

"Tonba! We have some fresh meat for you," He calls. "As well as some good vegetables."

"OH!" She squeaks happily, turning to look at them. "I wasn't expecting fresh meat, and you took so long I already finished cooking, but that will make EXCELLENT breakfast!"

Ronan blinks, and looks at Okuri with a flat expression - And then bursts out laughing, wrapping an arm around her to keep from falling over.

Okuri blushes deeply and looks incredibly sheepish. "I'm sorry, Tonba, I..."

"I think she was trying to impress me," Ronan jokes, patting his fellow leopard on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Okuri - I'm looking forward to breakfast," He offers.

"IMPRES–" Okuri starts, riling up, and Tonba laughs loudly, cutting her off.

"Okuri, could you go tell the princess and the others that dinner's ready?" She says sweetly. Okuri swats Ronan's hand away in annoyance and heads over to the bathroom, slamming the door open and shut.

He grimaces. "Remind me to apologize to her," He requests gently.

Tonba laughs again– she had quite the belly laugh. "You're better off letting her blow off steam. She's a little bit proud, she doesn't like being perceived with any weakness."

She starts dishing up rice and soup. "Men, to her, are a weakness."

He nods. "What are men to you?" He asks offhandedly, sitting down to eat. "That smells amazing, by the way... Don't think I've had anything quite like this."

She pauses. "You want some? I thought you already ate?"

"I'd like to try a bit, if that's okay," He explains. "I did already eat, but hunting a boar - Even if you're not the one shooting it - Does tend to make one hungry," He says with a chuckle.

She beams and nods. "Go ahead then."

He dishes himself a sample-sized serving of everything, leaving proper portions for everyone else who would be eating. He blinks in surprise as he tastes some of it. "My gods, that's good," He exclaims simply.

"It would have been better if I'd had some veggies to put in the miso soup." She blushes a bit. "Hey, does your town have a market?"

He nods. "Yes, it does. You can get quite a few basic things from there, vegetables included. There isn't a lot as far as rarer goods, though," He explains.

"That's fine. I can adapt." She giggles.

He nods, smiling. "You all seem quite adaptable," He offers.

"We have to be. The princess needs us to be." Tonba says quietly. Her voice sounds sad, and far off.

The door opens behind them and Okuri ushers the three girls upstairs to get dressed.

Ronan nearly makes the mistake of turning around, but instead whips back around to his food and stares very hard at it. "This food is very good, Tonba!" He says loudly. "You're an excellent chef, thank you for letting me try some. I'll be heading upstairs here, in just a minute."

Tonba has to bite back riotous laughter as Okuri glares at her from behind him, hurrying the girls upstairs.

Once they're upstairs, he sighs, shaking his head. "I know the feeling. You want to go home, don't you? All of you, I'd wager."

"Ekyou is no longer safe for the princess." Tonba sighs. "So we can't go back, not until the shogunate has fallen."

He nods. "You're a good soldier, Tonba. All of you are. I hope you can go home soon." He gets up, offering his hand to shake.

She blushes and shakes his hand bashfully. "Soldier... interesting. I'm not a soldier by any means, mister Ronan, but thank you."

He chuckles. "You're a warrior, working for your country - Or what's left of it. You're some kind of soldier if I ever saw one," He insists. "Maybe not by title, but in spirit." He looks up the stairs. "I should head to bed - We've got a table to make tomorrow, not to mention I'm going to have to figure out some more comfortable arrangements."

"Alright. Goodnight! I'll try and keep quiet." She smiles at him charmingly.

"About what?" Ronan says with a laugh.

"... When you go to bed." She laughs. "I don't want to wake you washing the dishes."

"Oh! Well, thank you, but there's a floor between you and the bedrooms," He says with a laugh. "You could stomp around down here, and we'd hardly hear it."

—

Isaac was getting ready for bed, and had gotten into his comfy pajamas, when all of a sudden, he realizes he's forgotten something in his room - His teddy bear. He gasps, and hurries over to the room the princess was now staying in, opening the door without thinking. He was used to it being his room, and he was in a panic.

The door swings open to reveal Princess Miyu, Kiyomi, and Umio, all naked. Umio was going through one of their bags to find the princess's sleeping robe, and so was bent over with her ass to the door. He could see her fat pussy between the supple folds of her ass and thighs. Umio had the princess kneeling in front of the bed, sitting on her shins patiently while Umio, sitting on the bed itself with Miyu between her knees, combed and braided her long hair for sleep. All three girls snap to look at him as the door opens.

He turns beet red at the scene, massive dick straining his pajama pants and hand losing the door handle. He reaches for it as he stares, trying desperately to close the door, and instead trips and falls hard, just managing to catch himself on his elbows and knees. He stays there, eyes squeezes shut, paralyzed by the gorgeous naked women around him and how he should really not look at them more.

There's a quick shuffle as his eyes are closed, and then a soft hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" Miyu's gentle voice asks.

He blushes even harder, forcing himself to not look up at her. Her sweet, caring voice alone was already making him have very naughty and bad thoughts. "I-I'm alright! I'm so sorry, your Highness, I-I just came in here for my teddy bear, I wasn't thinking," He explains quickly. "I'll just take him and go, I'm so sorry!"

"Teddy...?" He hears Kiyomi ask in the background.

"It's okay, you can relax." Miyu says, gently helping him sit up. "You're not in trouble, it was a simple mistake!"

He nods, eyes still closed. He felt relieved she wasn't offended - Did she like him? She was probably just very kind - Though he liked that thought almost as much. "Um... I think he's on the bed," He says gently, covering his erection shyly. "Thank you for forgiving me, your Highness."

"You can open your eyes." She laughs, kneeling in front of him.

He shakes his head softly. "I'd rather not take advantage of any of you, your Highness," He mews bashfully. "You're all very pretty, but that's no excuse. My mother taught me well."

Miyu's heart melts and she croons softly.

"We're all dressed." Umio states flatly, and Kiyomi snorts, bumping his nose with his bear.

He opens his eyes, and squees a little, taking his bear and hugging the beloved stuffed animal. "Th-thank you! I've never had many friends, but Mister... Er, he's always been there for me," He explains, blushing. "I-I'll just be going now!" A little embarassed about the name of his precious bear, and more than a little embarrassed by the whole situation, he hurries out and shuts the door behind him.

Miyu stares at the door, practically with hearts floating off her body.

"He was... sweet." Umio chuckles.

"He had a really big dick." Kiyomi snorts, making Miyu turn bright red and whip around to chuck a nearby pillow at her.

Isaac, beet red and with a raging erection, stumbles into Ronan's bedroom and sits on the bed, setting Mr. Wibbles on the nightstand. He reaches for his pants, thinks better of it, and turns Mr. Wibbles around - The bear had seen his dick before, but it was only polite to not make him watch if he didn't want to. With that taken care of, not thinking about who else was sharing this room with him, he lays a towel out on the bed, gets above it on his hands and knees, and pours some lube onto one hand, before pulling his pants down and starting to stroke his cock, starting with just the one hand. He reminds himself that his fantasies don't match his intentions, and then relaxes. He starts thinking about princess Miyu, her beautiful face contorted in mindless bliss, making slutty, incoherent noises that might be attempts at words, as his massive cock crams into her tight little pussy, stretching her out and making her hips shake. In his mind, he grabs her hair and blows his load, making her womb gorge itself on his seed until it has to start pumping his spunk back out of her pussy around his dick. And it seems that Kiyomi has just wandered into the room by accident, in nothing but a towel...

Ronan opens the door, steps into the room, pauses, steps out of the room, closes the door and knocks. Isaac is frozen in shame and embarrassment.

"Isaac, do you need a minute?" Ronan calls. "You know what, I'll just help Tonba with the dishes. Have fun."

The massive bull listens to Ronan leave, before sitting up and cleaning himself up. He couldn't go back to masturbating, especially now that he had remembered he and Ronan were sharing a room. So, he settles in to sleep instead, trying to leave Ronan some mattress by letting his arm hang off one side of the bed. He couldn't stop thinking about the princess, though. Such a sweet and beautiful bunny... Sexy, and imminently fuckable, too. His blue balls kept him thinking about her for a while, before he passes out.

—

Early the next morning, before anyone has made it downstairs, the front door opens and three men step in.

"You think he's awake?" One muses, a reddish rabbit with an arm in a splint and sling.

"Probably not," A huge, portly white bear replies, glancing at the stairs. "We can just wait, of course. Dining room table, right there."

"Hmm. He'll be up soon, he's an early riser," A black wolf huffs, pulling out a chair and sitting down. The other two join him, all three gathered near the end of the table, leaving the seat at the head for Ronan.

The white bear sighs. "I'm not sure he'll come... He's got his own things going on, and he's said before he's done being a soldier for a living," He mutters.

"He'll come, if he's got any honor left in him. And I know he does," The wolf insists. "He's a good man, and we're a good man down."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, I don't get that a lot from you," The rabbit says with a laugh.

"You're good enough, anyway," The wolf says with a raised eyebrow. "There's something to be said about the fact that you're out of action now."

The rabbit groans. "I know, I'm sorry. It was dumb rushing out like that, but - "

"More people could have been hurt if you hadn't acted," The bear cuts in. "Don't feel guilty. It's not easy to make these kinds of decisions in the spur of the moment. We'll deal with the consequences, one way or the other. Ronan might at least have some advice for us, or some encouragement."

"He could teach me how to fight with my left arm," The rabbit suggests, grinning.

"You need rest until your arm heals," The bear insists.

"Being reckless got us into this mess in the first place," The wolf chides. "I agree. You're not in action until you've got both arms, unless Ronan says otherwise."

"What, I need to heal unless Ronan says I don't?" The rabbit jokes.

"He might know how to go about using an injured soldier best," The bear suggests. "He's gotten us this far."

"And maybe he'll give us some real help," The wolf says with a chuckle.

"His help is real enough, don't count on him coming out into the field," The bear chides.

They suddenly hear footsteps from upstairs, heading down towards them.

"Ronan!" The rabbit calls. "I fucked up!"

"Might be Isaac?" The bear suggests.

"Isaac doesn't get up this early," The wolf points out.

The steps pause, and then run back upstairs for a moment. After a moment’s pause, they run back downstairs, and a figure comes into full view— a chubby tanuki girl, wearing a very short green kimono with no sleeves, holding a bo staff defensively.

“Who are you?! Why are you here?!” She barks, trying to look fierce.

"I'm going to ask you the same question," The wolf growls as he jumps to his feet and draws his sword.

The bear gets up and puts a hand on the wolf's shoulder, as the rabbit fumbles to get his own blade out with his left hand. "We're with the local militia, we're responsible for the safety of the residents of this town and we're here to see Ronan. If you've hurt him or continue to threaten us, we will bring you in or kill you. Stand down and state your business."

The tanuki looks at them hesitantly, and then relaxes just a bit, still ready to fight, but not as overtly.

“You’re lucky. If Okuri had found you, she would have just killed you.” She says.

The wolf snorts. "I'd love to see her try," He barks.

The bear puts a hand on his chest, as if to stop him. "Is that right?" The bear asks. "She's something of a fighter, is she? She could hold her own against us, you think? We're down a man, we could really use an extra body," He says.

“... You guys know Ronan, don’t you?” She asks, relaxing even more. “Sorry, I thought you were intruders. Ronan’s letting us stay here for the time being.”

"To be fair, we are intruding," The rabbit says with a laugh, trying to put his sword away. "But we have permission to - Fuck, Orton, come help me?"

"With - Oh, you got your sword out," The bear mutters, hurrying over and sheathing it for him.

"Hmm. He is, is he?" The wolf asks. "I haven't seen you around before, where exactly are you from? Your clothes are..." He frowns. "Honestly, I thought you must be a criminal. No proper woman would dress like that."

“That’s rude!” She pouts a bit. “We’re from Ekyou.”

By then, Okuri’s heard the commotion and come down, armed with her tanto. She was wearing the same thing as Tonba, only in purple.

“What’s going on?!” She glares at the men.

“Oh, Okuri! These guys know Ronan. Apparently they were looking for a fighter. Is Ronan a fighter?”

“He said he was a soldier in times past.” She says evenly, with he hand still on her tanto sheath.

"Ronan prefers to stay off the battlefield these days," The bear says, "And we've always respected that. But we've had a bit of a situation - As you can see here, our rabbit friend is injured, and we're spread thin as it is."

"We were hoping Ronan would understand, and join up, just until Rhett is back in shape," The wolf says. "I'm sure he will."

"But, your friend here says you're a fighter," The bear says. "Ronan might not have to help us if you can. Would you be interested?"

“We’re all capable fighters. I need to stay here and protect our charge.” She says, relaxing a bit. “You can take your pick from the others.”

"The others? Can we meet them?" The bear asks.

"How many of you are there?" The wolf asks.

"Charge?" The rabbit asks curiously.

“Including the princess, there’s 5.” Tonba chirrups. Okuri swats the back of her head, to which Tonba whimpers.

“Sorry...!”

"Princess?" They all ask at once.

"Tonba, please start making breakfast. I'll wake everyone up." Okuri sighs, ignoring their question.

"Breakfast sounds good," The rabbit says hopefully.

"We'd hate to impose," The bear counters politely. "But perhaps we could help?"

"No, it's alright! You all would like some too?" She asks, getting out a large pot as Okuri heads upstairs.

They nod, the rabbit grinning and the bear smiling.

"What are you cooking~?" The rabbit coos, leaning towards her and the kitchen on his good arm.

"Going to grill this boar, and put these veggies in the miso soup. With rice, of course." She chuckles.

They all look curious.

"Boar sounds good," The wolf says.

"Miso soup?" The rabbit asks. "What's that?"

"You'll see~" She giggles, starting another pot of water.

The rabbit gets up to watch her cook from close up - And just then, Ronan comes down, looks at the four of them, and blinks.

"Rhett, are you okay?" He asks, hurrying downstairs. "Tonba, did something happen?"

"Oh, no, this is from guard duty," The rabbit says. "That's why we're here, actually."

"They were looking for an 'extra body.'" Tonba chirrups.

Ronan frowns. "Oh... You were hoping for me," He sighs. "Mmm."

"We were actually discussing asking one of your guests instead, if any of them were up to it," The bear clarifies. "But... We really don't see how we're going to make do with one fewer man."

Ronan nods. "I know. I'll talk to them about it," He promises. "They seem to be quite competent, from what I can tell."

"Oh, we're more than competent!" Tonba laughs a bit. "We're the princess's personal guard for a reason!"

"Then we could really use one of you," The bear says. "We'd be happy to pay you for the trouble, if that helps."

"Oh, we could definitely use some money." She laughs.

Just then, Okuri, Kiyomi, Umio, and Miyu all come downstairs, fully dressed, except Miyu, who was in only 2 kimono, her hakama, and kosode, with her hair tied loosely down her back with a red ribbon.

The three men look and stare for a moment at the women. The rabbit whistles a little, the bear blushes, and the wolf shifts in his chair. Finally, the bear clears his throat.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Orton, and this is Declan and Rhett," He offers. "We'e friends of Ronan, and we head the militia here. We were hoping to ask you all if you'd be interested in joining - We really just need one extra man - Er, person - to replace Rhett, but we'd be willing to pay anyone who came on board. We could use a bit of extra manpower."

"How much are you paying?" Kiyomi asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You sign up for a shift a day or so in advance, and you get payed 20 silver once you're relieved from that shift," The bear explains. "We wish we could pay more, but we only have so much."

"That's acceptable." Okuri nods. "Like I said, I have to stay and protect the princess, or, at least one of us does."

"That means... Three of you, then?" The bear asks hopefully.

"That sounds great," The wolf says with a chuckle. "We could really use that."

"But I dun wanna!" Tonba complains.

"Ah, of course. None of you have to, obviously," The bear says. "So that leaves the question... Which of you do?"

"I will." Kiyomi grins.

"I suppose I can go." Umio nods.

"Do you think you'll need long range defense?" Okuri asks.

"Long range would be much better if we had a wall," The bear explains. "But I take it you're a very good archer, and we can always make use of those."

"If you have no outright need, I'll stay with the princess." She says firmly. Miyu smiles.

"Okuri, I'll be fine with Tonba! She's plenty capable, and we need money, don't we?" She says softly.

"I'll be here too, for what it's worth," Ronan chimes in. "It's your decision."

"... Alright, I'll go." She sighs, bowing softly to Miyu.

"Fantastic," The bear says wuth a chuckle. "First, though... Breakfast," He says with a grin.

"Breakfast!" Rhett parrots with a grin.

—

After everyone eats and the guards escort their volunteers to their new job, Ronan offers to help Tonba with the dishes. While they're cleaning up, he brings up a friendly sparring match.

"To be honest, they've been bugging me for a while, and I feel bad turning them down," He says. "But it's been a long time, and I'm honestly not sure if I've still got it. I could use someone to practice with, especially someone of your skill."

"Oh? You want to practice with me?" She asks, drying a dish. "Are you sure? I'm not going to hold back~"

"As long as you don't break anything, I'll live," He chuckles. "I'm not THAT old, you know~"

She grins. "You are to me~"

He snorts. "How old are you?" He asks with a laugh.

"20." She grins at him cheekily.

He looks a little surprised. "That's very young... How long have you been working for the princess?"

"Since I could walk." She looks at the dishes with a mixture of sadness and amusement in her eyes. "All of the princess's private guards were born into servitude. We grew up with her, and once we were old enough to start learning how to fight for her, that's what we did. Okuri's the oldest– she's 31. Then Umio, who's 27, then Kiyomi, who's 24, and then me. I'm the youngest. The princess is 22, just so you know."

He nods, frowning. "You... Serve her willingly now? There doesn't seem to be much tying you to her anymore, beyond your own will to protect her," He points out.

Tonba pauses to look at him. "We might have been born into servitude, Ronan, but we all adore the princess. She's our best friend, and she might as well be our sister."

He nods, smiling a little. "Alright then. That's very kind of you all," He offers. "And I think I can see what you mean," He says with a chuckle. "I'm 42, by the way. More than twice your age... Hell, I could easily be your father," He says thoughtfully.

She snorts and giggles loudly. "OOOOOLD."

He laughs, elbowing her. "Hey, now," He chides. I could still probably get you pregnant, He thinks. "We'll just see how old I am - Let's finish up, and get ready for some sparring~"

She giggles and quickly finishes the dishes, before heading upstairs to get her bo staff.

He follows her up to get his sword, trying not to stare at the exposed parts of her tits from behind, and just ends up staring at her ass jiggling the whole way up, looking away as they got to the top. He takes a moment to use the belt to tie the sheath onto the sword, before heading back down and out to the front yard.

She follows him down, giggling and twirling her staff as they got outside. "Ready~?"

"Just a minute," He says, twirling his own sword around. He tries a few of his stances and swings in the air, practicing footwork. The whole time, he looked at her - Staring, up and down. He couldn't really help it, now that he was facing off against her. If she asked, he was just sizing her up. She was a beautiful young woman, though. He was starting to get an erection, and that might prove to be a problem. He decided he should get started before it really became a big problem.

"Ready," He finally says, nodding in a guard position. His eyes locked onto hers. He wouldn't break eye contact for a moment, now.

She darts toward him, jabbing her staff at his torso.

Taken off guard by her amazing alacrity, Ronan has to backpedal as he throws a block. He tries to pivot into a quick snap at her side -

Her bo staff whips around her body almost of it's own accord, easily blocking his strike and then doubling around to sweep his feet.

He goes down like a sack of potatoes, instinctively putting his sword up to defend himself further. His vision swims for a moment, though. "Damn... I feel sluggish compared to you," He groans, blinking the spots out of his eyes.

"Are you alright?" She asks, offering a hand to him.

He takes it and pulls himself up. "Fine, thanks. Just a moment..." He stretches a bit, popping his back. "There. Again?"

She giggles gleefully, looking at him with playful eyes. "You really ARE old~"

He snorts. "You can see why I felt like I needed the practice," He chuckles. "The guards have a lot of respect for me, but I'm not quite the fighter I used to be. Still, let's see if I can't surprise you yet~" He purrs, nodding in a guard position.

She grins teasingly. "I said I wouldn't hold back~"

–

After quite a few matches, Ronan's slowly starting to improve. He's catching on to her fighting style, and making her work for her wins.

He gets up after being put on the ground again. He doesn't stretch, or even pause to catch his breath, he just nods and lunges at her again. Somehow, he seemed to be getting less tired as they fought, faster and stronger. From a man his age, it was quite a feat - He had stamina to spare, even as rusty as he had started out. He must have kept fit somehow over the years.

He was also less distracted - His erection had died down as he found his mind burning with information - He wasn't going to get distracted now. He couldn't. Not just as a point of pride, but also as a point of reassurance that he could still be of use if he wanted to be, he wanted to defeat her. She was quite the opponent - He could relax if he could start winning against her.

She doesn't let him, however– she just moves faster and faster, with more power and agility than he could keep up with. Ahh, to be young.

He finally catches a break, however, when one of his strikes catches his pommel on her staff in such a way that it throws her rhythm off just slightly, and she trips over her own staff, sending them to the ground with him on top of her.

He grunts as his face is buried in her tits, and he pushes himself up quickly, straddling her with his arms and legs. "Are you alright?" He blurts, looking her over to see if she was hurt.

The fall had pushed her short little shirt up to her shoulders, and her round, soft breasts hung to either side of her chest, out in the open. One of her thighs was hooked up on his hip, the other was splayed open, and the little bit of fabric covering her cunt was yanked to the side, exposing her fat, puffy lips and cute little clit.

His erection came back in full force, and he turns red, eyes wandering for a moment before locking onto her exposed pussy. He didn't realize it, but his hands were on her biceps - She was pretty well pinned. "Gods around us, I could use some of that," He mutters huskily, still staring at her sex.

She goes bright red and sputters softly. “R-Ronan...?”

He looks up at her, and blanches, standing up quickly. "Ah! Shit, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have heard that," He says quickly, offering her a hand. "Think nothing of it, it's just... The spunk starts to go to your head when you've got nowhere to put it for so many years, you know," He blurts.

She pauses, taking his hand and letting that sink in.

“How long has it been since you last made love, old timer?” She finally teases.

He swallows, a pathetic expression on his face as he looks at the ground. "15 years," He says finally. "Something like that."

“Gods.” She looks at him seriously. “Did... did you ever have a wife? Or?”

"We were going to get married when we got out of the military," He explains, sitting down on the ground. "She didn't make it. I nearly didn't make it either, trying to save her."

She sits next to him. “I guess that was an insensitive question, I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. "It's fine. It feels good to talk about it, actually," He says with a chuckle. "You know what her last words were?"

“What... what were they?” She looks nervous.

"Get the hell out of here, you dumbass!" He barks, bursting out into laughter. "Of course I listened to her. She knew she was dead either way, and me getting involved wasn't going to accomplish anything but getting killed myself. It took me a while to accept it, but she made the right call. I got the hell out of that battle, with the rest of my squad. Got the hell out of the military. Visited her grave once, then got the hell out of that side of the kingdom. I think it was good advice. She didn't want me to die, but I think she also didn't want me to linger. I still keep her in mind, but I've been doing my best to move on." He gets up, offering her a hand again.

She giggles a little and takes his hand, letting him pull her up. “You want to call it quits for today? My fighting spirit is gone now that you’ve seen my pussy.”

He raises an eyebrow. "Is that right~?" He coos, with a chuckle. He wasn't sure if he could start flirting with her, but something about him still couldn't help but be hopeful. His hand stays around hers once she's up, in a gentle grip. "I think I'm done being your training dummy, yes," He jokes.

“You put up an OKAY fight, for an old fart~” She teases, squeezing his hand and leading him back inside.

"We'll be practicing more," He says, elbowing her playfully. "You haven't seen anything yet~"

She giggles again, before looking down shyly and fiddling with her staff. Apparently she wasn’t immune to his masculine charms, he noticed.

He blushes a little, wrapping an arm around her gently. "So, what do you want to do until lunch?" He asks, rubbing her hip as he opened the door for her. His dick throbbed in his pants - She was starting to turn him from hopeful to hungry. He wanted to keep control of himself, he was sure she couldn't or didn't want to sleep with him, but... Maybe he'd be lucky.

She blushes as he rubs her bare hip. “U-Until... lunch?”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking a little. "How long has it been since you last made love, young lady~?" He teases, plapping her ass playfully.

Her face goes even darker red and she tries to laugh it off. “C-certainly not 15 years!”

She rubs her thighs together, and he can feel her squirm a bit. “I lost my virginity when I was 17, so... about 2 or 3 years?”

"You only had sex once?" He asks gently, playing with her tail. "Did you like it, or...?" He was afraid maybe she hadn't wanted it - His hand pauses at the thought.

“Oh, more than once. I had a fling with a palace boy.” She blushes and giggles. “We ended it so we wouldn’t get caught.”

He laughs, relieved. "I know the feeling~" He coos, groping her ass and leading her upstairs. Her story reminded him of some good memories from his girlfriend in the military. "Would you have to worry about getting caught now, though~? I suppose Okuri might chew you out~"

“She might, if she finds out~ But... Isaac is with the princess now, and this place is pretty safe...” she giggles, looking up at him coyly.

"I won't tell her~" He coos, leading her into the room that neither Isaac nor Miyu were using. Suddenly his hand slips into one of the cutouts of her pants, and his fingers brush over her pussy teasingly. He closes the door, sucking on her neck.

She moans a bit, starting to unbutton her shirt.

He unlaces his own, peeling it off and letting her smell the fresh sweat in his fur. He stank of musk, and it made her a little weak in the knees and hot between the thighs. When he gets his dick out, she can't help but look - It's an impressive piece of man meat, spiny, throbbing, the head smeared with his drool. She felt his eyes on her, and he wanted her bad.

She stops to admire it, cheeks going dark red as she stared. Her hakama were halfway untied, hanging loosely on her hips. She also smelled of sweat and musk— though, hers was more delicate, and feminine than his. He could smell her cunt, though. It was beginning to reek with juices.

"You must have wanted this for a few years now," He coos, tugging her hakama down with a finger. "You must be getting impatient down there~ I know I am~"

She nods bashfully and heads over to the bed, stepping out of her pants as she climbed on.

Seeing her like that was too much for him - He very nearly pinned her to the bed and stuffed her full of cock right then and there. He exercises a meager amount of restraint in only grabbing her ass and starting to eat her holes out hungrily - His rough tongue rakes over her sensitive clit, digs into her asshole naughtily, and scoops up her juices. Strands of her cunt honey stretch between his lips every time he pulls away, just to dive right back in.

She squeals loudly, crying out in pleasure as his tongue raked over her sensitive bits. She’d never had a cat’s tongue on her before— it was a strange sensation, and it felt oh so good. He can feel her hot sex start to drool even more into his mouth. She was musky and salty, and he could feel her tremble his grasp. Her ass was as soft as it looked, and he could only imagine what the rest of her felt like.

“AHH~ HHHF~ R-RONAN~ Oh, GODS~” She pants and swears, collapsing onto her elbows. He can feel her asshole throb and pulse filthily around his tongue as he dug into it.

He laps at it more, pushing a finger into her soaking sex and jilling her clit vigorously. His mouth and nose was filled with her taste, and he loved it. He had missed pussy, missed it sorely for 15 years. It was time to get his fill - Or perhaps he was giving her his fill~

"You want my cock, Tonba~?" He croons, making her pussy squelch. "It feels even better~"

“MMF~ Y-Yees~ HHNN~ AHN~ R-Ronan, fi-fill up my pussy~” She moans, fluffy tail waving over his face. She was drooling hard now— too much for his tongue to catch. It was getting onto the bed. Her young cunt squeezes and throbs around his fingers. He could only imagine what it would feel like around his hard cock...

He growls sexily, crawling onto the bed and over her, and jammigng his cock into her, splitting her wet sex open. His spines glide in, and as he bumps her cervix, latch onto her slick walls and tug lightly with every throb.

“HHHYYY~ Ohhh, FUCK~ You-you’re so big...!” She chuffs, panting softly. “I-It’s all the way inside...!”

Her pussy was hot and soft, throbbing around his shaft and milking it with every pulse. He could feel her insides twitching with every movement, and could feel her pussy drooling onto his balls. His earlier thought of impregnating her came to his mind.

He moans. "Fuck, Tonba~ I can feel how much you love it~" She felt good. So good. Damn good. His dick twitched inside her - He couldn't really get her pregnant, right? He must be too old for that kind of thing. Still, the thought of trying excited him more than a little. Maybe he could pretend...

"You ever wanted kids, Tonba~?" He coos, reaching down and grabbing her tits from behind as he starts stitring his spiny cock in her.

“K-kids...?” She moans, shuddering in pleasure. “I-I’m too young to think about kids...!”

Maybe this is a bad idea, He thinks to himself. Better not risk it - I'll pull out when the time comes.

"Right, you are pretty young," He coos, sucking on her neck and kneading her breasts as he starts pounding her in earnest. "I'll be careful~"

“AHHHNN~~ HHYNN~ HHNFF~ R-Ronaaaann~” She whimpers loudly as he pounds her. Her pussy tightens around his cock, drooling and spattering their hips with every thrust. Her womb throbbed in her belly, and her arms give out the rest of the way, pressing her cheek into the bedspread. The position was incredibly lewd, with her tail brushing his belly back and forth as he fucked her. She was a hot little thing.

He grunts, pulling on her tail and her hair. Slamming his dick into her and making her cave in under the assault of his hips was getting his blood up again. He felt young. He felt alive. Gods, he had missed this kind of wild, passionate screwing.

"Ugh~ Take it, Tonba~ Take my cock~" He orders, slapping her fat ass. "Ohhhh~"

She makes a filthy, slutty expression he could see on account of his hair pulling was craning her head back, panting and sweating and whimpering her pleasure. Her ass jiggles with the spank, and she gives a sharp whine, cheeks going bright red. She liked that.

He purrs, and yanks her head up so she's sitting up with him, sitting her down on his hips and bouncing her. He smacks her ass again and again, growling and sucking on her neck, keeping her head still with the hand in her hair.

She reaches back with one hand to stroke the back of his head and ears, and gropes her own breast with the other, moaning loudly and trembling as he bounced her. She whimpers loudly, panting softly and enjoying the feeling of his hard, spiny cock poking her insides. She’d never had cat cock either, and it was even better than she’s thought it would be. Her pussy was leaking filthily down his cock and balls onto the bed— it was embarrassing for her to feel. She was making a mess, and whimpering like she was in heat... he was doing things to her body her young palace fling had never.

"You love it, don't you~?" He coos, reaching down and jilling her clit. The feeling of bliss pouring from his fingers into her hips was incredible. "You really love it~ What a little slut~" He pulls her into a kiss, lapping at her tongue sensually.

She kisses him back messily, shuddering and twitching as he toyed with her love bud. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his dick, and her clit throb under his fingers— the electricity was making her tongue and lips sloppy against his. She finally breaks the kiss to croon and blush deeply. “I’m not a sluuuut~” She moans against his lips.

"Then what are you~?" He coos, kissing her again and giving her clit a playful tweak. "You're definitely a filthy girl~ A naughty little tanuki~"

She cries out loudly as he tweaks her sensitive little bud. “Nnnuuuuuu~ I’m nooooot~~~”

"Sure is a lot of filth leaking out of you~" He slides a finger in next to her cock, stretching her out just a little more. "Look at that~ That was so easy~ You're so wet~"

She goes slightly crosseyed feeling him fill her up even further. “HhhYYYY~ Mmmmfff~ I’m so fuuullll~ Your fingers...! HHNN~”

"Your body can't help but admit to your sins for you, even if you don't want to admit what I'm doing to your pussy~" He teases. "You're making such a mess on the bed~" He pops his finger out of her pussy, and rubs the wet tip up against her asshole naughtily.

“AAHH~ T-that’s...!” She whimpers, tensing up. He can feel her puckered little hole squeeze on it ever so slightly.

"Dirty~?" He coos, nipping at her neck and pressing in a little harder as he fucks her slow and hard. "Never had it in the ass before~?"

“N-no~ Never~” she whimpers and gasps, trembling as he pushed his finger up her tight, pulsing hole. His slow and passionate fucking was helping her relax a little, though, and he worms his way to the first knuckle.

"I'm starting to think that little palace fling of yours wasn't quite as exciting as this~" He teases softly. "Care to correct me~?" He stirs his finger around in her back door, ever so slightly, nipping at her neck and playing with her tail. His cock throbbed in her - Teasing and playing with her like this was just making him even hornier. He'd have to go back to pounding her soon, he was hungry for her.

—

The next day, Isaac is getting ready for a bath, unaware that up in her room, Tonba was helping Miyu do the same. It was the middle of the day, so the other women were still out on guard duty. Isaac is naked by the tub, his clothes folded on a shelf, pumping water through the water heater to warm the bath up. He can't stop thinking about Miyu - The cute, sexy little royal bunny had been in this bath. He could only imagine her in here, being bathed by the other women, naked and wet and soapy... His dick stood up eagerly at the thought, and he has to turn to the side as he pumps to keep it from bumping against anything uncomfortably. He so badly wanted to plow that amazing bunny. He'd have to jack off in the tub thinking about her; his thoughts were getting out of hand again.

Just then, the princess and her guard walk into the bathroom, ready to use it. Miyu and Tonba were both naked, Miyu with her towel wrapped around her chest and hips, and Tonba with the towel wrapped around her hips.

As the door opens, Isaac turns around and freezes, his face taking on a deep shade of red. After a few moments, he has the presence of mind to try and cover his gargantuan, throbbling, drooling erection, although he doesn't quite manage to cover all of it - His dick is erect enough that the head peeks up above his hands without him realizing it. He's still frozen there, unable to put thoughts together enough to apologize or excuse himself.

Tonba and Miyu both freeze, staring at him embarrassedly. Tonba's eyes trail down to his hips first, and Miyu's follow slowly, her cheeks going from pink to dark, dark red. Both girls stare at the throbbing thing for a bit before Tonba gives a low whistle, which jolts Miyu to her senses, and she scampers out of the room.

Isaac's mouth opens and closes uselessly, and he ends up staring at Tonba's chest, trying to move his hands in front of his dick. His brain was a bit fried by the whole encounter; he wasn't exactly sure what to do. Tonba was in the way of him leaving, and he couldn't ignore her.

"I-I'm sorry!" He finally manages. "I-I was just... I was going to take a bath, is all," He manages, blushing miserably and trying to turn away. This just lets Tonba get a profile view of his dick - Damn, he was huge, though.

"Holy shit." She purrs a little. "Don't worry about it, take your bath. Let us know when you're done, okay?"

And with that, she skirts off.

He turns to keep warming the water off, now deeply aroused by the thought of the two women staring at his dick - And also very embarrassed. Miyu had been staring too... Did she like it? Was he too big?

Tonba runs upstairs to join Miyu, who has flung herself onto the bed and squealed loudly into her pillow. Tonba watches as she comes down from her fit, and closes the door behind them.

"That was... surprising, wasn't it, princess?" Tonba teases. Miyu glares up at her from the pillow.

"Now I can't be a bride! I've seen... I saw IT!" She kicks her legs bashfully.

"Calm down, princess. No one's going to know~ I bet Isaac won't snitch on you to his majesty." Tonba sits beside her, grinning. "But DAMN it was big, wasn't it?"

"TONBA!" Miyu squeaks, sitting up indignantly.

"Whaaat? It WAS." Tonba laughs. "It doesn't matter, I guess, though. I've already got Ronan~"

"W... what do you mean, GOT?" Miyu blinks. Tonba laughs loudly.

"Oh, come on, princess, you can't be THAT innocent."

"... Y-you mean you had–?!"

"Yes, princess, I fucked the leopard." Tonba gives a dirty grin. Miyu looks like she might faint. "Hey! Don't worry so much, right now all that's left of the empire is you and us."

Miyu pauses at this, looking sad. "I wonder what happened to father...?"

"Well, he sent us away right as the shogunate was taking over, so..." Tonba fiddles with her fingers. "W-what I'm really trying to say, princess, is that... you might still be royalty, but... you're not tied to our customs in this land. We're... we're not even technically tied to you anymore. We stay because we love you."

Tonba takes Miyu's hands and holds them gently. "I made love to Ronan because I COULD, and because I wanted to. I'm not expected to be a virginal lady of her highness the princess of Ekyou anymore. And you're not expected to be her highness the virginal princess of Ekyou anymore."

"... What are you getting at?" Miyu blushes.

"I guess what I'm really saying is that you should relax a little. We're safe, and... if we're being frank, princess, we're probably not going back."

Miyu falls silent at this, thinking about it. She hadn't considered that. Well, she had, but she hadn't really wanted to, and had pushed it from her mind. They had left. Really, they fled. The likeliness that the shogun had spared her father... wasn't high. And the likeliness that the shogunate would let her return was also scant. Okuri had been certain that they were being followed by assassins for weeks after they left... Her home was gone.

She goes teary, and Tonba panics.

"P-Princess, I know it's not the best situation at all, but... I want you to know that we're always going to be here for you." She pulls Miyu into a hug, and squishes her cheek against hers. "You'll always be our regal princess, Miyutsuki no Ekyousagi no Miya."

"Thank you, Tonba." Miyu wipes her face gently, sniffling.

"And with that being said... DAMN, it was big, wasn't it?" Tonba gives her a goofy grin, and Miyu blushes deeply and bursts out laughing.

"YOU LECH! Can you think of NOTHING but sex?" She giggles, pushing her shoulders playfully.

"I think you should go tap that, princess~ Someone's gotta!" Tonba cackles, playfully pushing her back.

"Me?!" She squeaks, cupping her cheeks. "No, no, I couldn't–"

"Sure you could!" Tonba roughhouses her to the bed, giggling loudly. "Just imagine– him pressing you down just like this, that big ol' thing throbbing–"

"NOOOO~!" Miyu shrieks, laughing loudly and squirming under her.

"And he leans down to give you a big KISS~ MmMmm~~~" Tonba pouts her lips dramatically, leaning in while Miyu squeals in laughter and tries to push her away. They finally come thumping off the bed due to the princess's squirming, and burst into laughter on the floor.

The laughter quiets a bit, and Miyu lays, staring up at the ceiling for a while, before sitting up.

"I'm going to do it." She declares. Tonba blinks in surprise.

"What, seriously?" She asks, staring at her, not sitting up. "You're gonna fuck him?"

"AHHH, when you say it like that, it sounds so lewd!" Miyu grabs a pillow and flops it onto Tonba's face. The tanuki grabs it off and grins at her.

"When?"

"I... haven't decided."

"Well, good luck, your highness." Tonba finally sits up. "Your hair's a mess."

"Whose fault is that?" Miyu giggles, thumping her with a pillow again.

A little while later, after ahasty bath, Isaac carries his clothes to his and Ronan's room, before knocking on Miyu's door gently, a towel wrapped around his hips and another around his chest. He was doing his best to keep his bulge down long enough to tell them they could use the bath.

Tonba opens the door a little to look out. "Bath's open?" She asks, looking up at him.

He nods quickly. "Y-yes, I freshened up the water and got it warm again!" He squeaks, clearing his throat. "So, um... It should be ready for both of you. O-or just Her Highness Ekyousagi, or... Whoever will be using it," He says, swallowing.

"Thanks." She smiles, and then gives him a dirty grin. "You can call her Miyu, you know~"

He blushes. "A-are you sure...? Ronan told me it was very important to use her title, or Okuri would get angry..."

"Well... yeah, Okuri will get mad if she hears you call her Miyu~ But the princess won't~" She gives him a little wink and shuts the door.

Isaac blushes. "Miyu..." He mutters to himself, heading back to his room. Ronan was still out of the room, so he decided to try masturbating again. For a good long while, he jerks off above a towel, grubting and imagining himself plowing princess Miyu, splitting her pussy open with his fat dick and making her scream in bliss until her mind was empty of everything but sex. It takes him a while to get there, but finally he feels an orgasm coming on, after almost half an hour of jerking.

Just then, the door opens, and Miyu comes in, wearing one of her inner kimono. "Isaa–" She starts.

He whirls around, sitting up with his massive cock throbbing, rigid in the air, panting raggedly with lust-crazed eyes. He stares at her, and tries to slow down his breathing and calm down, swallowing hard. "M-miyu? I-I mean your highness," He manages breathlessly, trembling and groaning as he came down from the edge of orgasm. He clutches his balls with one hand, hissing - He had been about to unload pretty hard, and the blue balls he had were causing him burning pain. HE didn't even try to actually cover himself - It was an intensely lewd sight.

She gasps, cheeks going bright red, and slams the door shut bashfully. She pauses for a few moments and cracks the door open just for her voice to get through. "I-Isaac...?"

He blushes, and groans. "Y-yes...? I-I'm sorry I wasn't... Clothed," He manages, still panting softly and groaning. She could smell all the sex and sweat in the air; he had been very horny, apparently.

She gives a soft, stifled mew at the smell. "Can I come in?"

"Do you want me to cover myself?" He asks. "I-I'm sorry, I was just..." He trails off, not sure what to say other than 'masturbating', and fumbles as he tries to use the precum-soaked towel to cover his erect junk.

She slips inside and shuts the door behind her.

"You called me Miyu. Was it because of Tonba?" She asks softly, fiddling bashfully with her kimono sleeves.

He holds the towel against his chest, and she can see where his head is not only propping the towel up like a tent pole, but soaking through it a little. He's beet red, and still shuddering a little. "I-I'm sorry, your Highness," He moos softly. "I won't call you Miyu again, I just... I like the name," He says, unwilling to mention that he had gotten off to the idea of calling her Miyu in the fantasy he had been getting off to.

"No! No, I like it. Only Tonba and Kiyomi really call me that. And my mother." She blushes and smiles a little at the floor. "I like it when you call me Miyu."

"Oh..." He seems to relax a little, sighing in relief. "I can call you Miyu if you like, then... D-did you need something...? I can get dressed," He offers.

"N... no, I... uh... gosh, I don't know how to do this..." She looks embarrassedly at the floor, and then looks up at him, biting her bottom lip sexily. In her dark eyes, he can see his own lust reflected back at him.

He turns red as he detects the possibility in the air. "Miyu, do you want to... I-I um..." His balls were screaming at him to charge her, pin her to the floor, and slam her womb into her brain, but he held himself back, just. "I-I was... I was having a fantasy about you," He says softly, cock twitching and making the towel swing a bit.

"A-About me...?" She looks at his twitching cock bashfully and then back up at his eyes. As she steps forward, he notices she was barelegged– normally, she wore red hakama underneath her kimono. He notices the silky white collar of the kosode was gone too– she was naked under that one layer of kimono.

He swallows, nodding dumbly. "I-I... Um, I've been having them for a while, actually," He admits, getting up from the bed. The tent his dick was making was even more pronounced now, jutting out from his hips like a flagpole. "Ever since I saw you... N-naked," He moos hornily, staring at the cleavage she was showing off without the kosode covering it.

She blushes watching it bob as he comes closer to her. "I, uhm... I'm a virgin, Isaac." She says softly, clutching at her robe as she walks towards him as well.

"Oh! Oh, well, if you don't want... I-I mean, I'd like to, um, but..." He pulls his dick up close to himself uncertainly, and the towel ends up draped around it, not really hiding the shape at all anymore.

They finally end up standing nearly chest to chest in the middle of the room, and she bites her lip again, eyes glittering with lust. “Call... call me Miyu again...?” She breathes, tightening her fingers around her robe skirt. She wanted to touch him so badly, but felt she needed permission.

"Miyu~" He moos, reaching out gently and touching her hair. She can feel him stroking a lock of it with his thumb, hand shaking a little, and he swallows - Her hair was so beautiful. He would love so much to tug on it as he fucked her... She can hear him start to pant a little as the idea got him riled up again.

“A-again~?” She moans, reaching up to take his hand and press her soft, supple cheek into it. She felt like velvet, and she smelled so good, like flowers and silk... and he could smell something else, as well. A heady natural musk.

He moos loudly, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back, his dick pressed into her belly lewdly. His breath was hot and heavy on her face, like an animal looking to rut. "Miyuuuu~" He moos, fingers reaching down to probe her soft ass cheeks tremulously. "Miyu, I want to fuck you~ Ohhhhh, I need it, Miyu~" His voice seemed to be getting lower and huskier, and she could see how wet his mouth was - Drool was starting to peek over the corners of his mouth.

“T-that’s so lewd...!” She moans, running her hands up his chest. She didn’t mean it, and it was obvious on her face. She leans up for him, letting her eyes flutter shut, waiting for him to follow.

He grabs her ass firmly, closing his eyes and pulling her up into a messy kiss. She feels his fingers close around her obi, tugging it off roughly and throwing it to the floor. Before she knows what's going on, she ends up tossed on his bed, and his towel lands on the floor. He's panting heavily, looking at her with hungry, feral eyes as he crawls up between her legs.

Lying on the bed with her kimono open around her, he can finally see all of her. Her chubby thighs parted for him, exposing her thick black bush. Her soft tummy and heavy, supple breasts jiggle as he climbs over her— her nipples were huge, and fat, and pink like candy... they looked so suckable. She whimpers and mewls softly as he climbs between her thighs, over her.

He moos loudly, getting down on his hands and burying his face in one of her tits and sucking her nipple up like a vacuum. His cock grinds into her labia, splitting her bush open as he smears his heady precum over her sex, letting his head part her pussy lips and grind against her clit lewdly.