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March 5th, Year 124
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Yonakouchi wove a charm of flowers into her mane, so that it would stay tangled in her hair as a Grimlocke when she changed with Seeming. It said: grant Seeming unto thee at my touch, the Imprint of mine choosing. Its Eudaimonic Argumentation was simple, and succinct. Yet it enabled so much more abuse of mortal flesh to take place.
First, she'd found the need to commission Hesperide. In excess of her allowance. This meant endebting herself to the woman further, but the game they played was a fickle thing: she was already the witch's pet, so why even bother keeping score?
Skulking through the night, Yonakouchi snatched the birds as they slept. She could smell them in their roosts, tails reaching up and whipping them down, wriggling feathers squawking and going quiet as she Syphoned upon the each for a time, until she'd tasted enough Saol that their Imprint became clear in her mind.
Her shopping list brought her to a couple she knew whom had a babe - women were fertile and more valuable for their wombs, so she crept upon the man for his hobbies. He wasn't a mage. None of her targets were.
As his humble rod sprung for the swamp fish, a hook and a string whipped out into the water with a whir. She approached as the raven-haired woman from the library, he knew her. But she needn't wile him, she needn't play games.
The night was bright of moon, but she stalked the perimeter. Made sure not a soul was near to her quarry, and then she advanced upon him, her movements deafened by the noise of the bog, which was laden with a cacophany of nature, croaking frogs and chirping bugs drowning out every noise of mistake she could make.
She fell upon him with her tails. They slung over his back, and clapped his face like a soft gag to silence his cries, then called upon her charm to begin. Having a seat upon him as he writhed, she could hear his squeaks. It took about a minute before she felt him disappear, and she pulled her many tails away like a hen hatching an egg, and kicked his clothing into the bog.
"Wha-wha-aaat is happening?" the Aelheim Jay squawked as she bound his beak and hooded him. "Hmmph." Then he was placed into a bag.
The other four men were a chore, their shacks and homes either spun out of the bog beyond the city proper, or woven into the poorer districts. Nobody missed a pauper. She lulled them from their dens with charming taps at their windows, or just plane slithered in through an open window. One even had simple charms against Seeming hanging in the window, and it made her break that predatory fugue to cop out a laugh.
She dropped her form, turned him as he slept, and moved on. Then she was back to being a woman. And so on. Her bag of birds was getting weighty.
Then came the time to return home with her blood bags.
Taking out each of the birds who were men, she strung them to dangling ropes in the tangle. They moaned, they squawked and cried, they made a racket as she dropped her Seeming and stood a vixen, eye-level with their beady animal eyes. This far out in the bog, so deep in her tangle, their cries couldn't carry past the maze of Hesperide's making.
She took a bird in paw, a firm hold. "Chrr-hlp," he cried, voice cut off by alien vocal chords improperly used in a panic.
"Breathe," she told him closely, cold breath wafting over his feathers. "If you want to scream, squawk like a bird. Your throat won't let you yell." Her nose pushed to his breast for a sniff, rumbling coo signifying her joy at the rush.
"Raauwh-kh! Don't eat me, foul creature!"
Yonakouchi slid five of her tails, gathering each of the birds as they began to squawk, their lessons of expression in Seeming learned in such an admirably short time. One by one, she recalled her Imprints, and they dropped like a bundle of naked men, held writhing and groaning together in the gross mock of an orgy.
Beneath them, a concave fountain. It could hold twenty gallons of blood, but between them there were about seven and a half. Releasing them to push and struggle against each other, she took her post at the north of them.
"O' Nihilos, in your twisted void," she called unto him, drawing his dark will through her. Paws rising, they lowered and swished out to her side. Her mind was throbbing with contemplation for all that it was, wielding Sovereignty as she nipped upon tough flesh until she felt it sting with bubbling warmth.
"Let go of us, foul beast!"
"She's going to bespel us, now is the time to act!" the confident one among them roared.
"I have a daughter… a son."
"Beget their blood to the fountain below," Yonakouchi hummed, her Eudaimonic tongue a harsh babble to the Faelnir. "Take shape to the crystal, as hard as I can weave, in this blackened place tied to your perversions." Thrumming played in her ears as she welled the power inside and gave it shape, then sprung it open them.
There were throaty gagging noises. Screams which dulled to silence, as she tore the blood from their bodies and gave it the purpose of a flat pond of crimson-black stone in the basin below. They were dead now, every last drop speaking to her hunger just at its sight, yet even the aerosol of her deed was bound solid to the great blood ingot she had made.
To the bodies, she dragged them to the room of brambles that was her corpse emulsifier, and left them there, pulling the maggot-laden moss over their bodies to let them decompose with the rest.
The birds, which still lived, she chewed there one by one to sate her agitation, and cast their lifeless bodies with the rest of little value. Slaking her lips with the blood of avians, this at least took the throbbing edge of wielding Devorare away, but the hunger never did end.
. . .
March 10th, Evening
Another week, another three murders. She killed the men, and ate their livers as permitted. Spread out, day by day in wooden cups as she commissioned Aster for ideas and designs. Their talks gave rise to many of these, but she gave him time to come up with some plans.
Nearly every human on Antarok would scour a vixen as her from the earth. She was only one mind, but her will could be reflected in many ways: Ensorcelling, and Nekros were but two.
There was also the matter of crystallizing blood. Rarely had she any need to make something from the material, as she feared anything discovered might be linked to Devorare, and to Alitheia, but what would the world really think? Like livestock, everyone lived with the wool pulled over their eyes.
But there were things.
That lovely todd, Aster. She paid him handsomely with her body, and her coffers; he enjoyed his excess, and the freedom to choose who he made his art for. The agents in her peripheral had already voiced their curiosity, if she would convert him… he knew, but he was her slave and consort, as she had his Inari's Ball. There was no need to convert him. If she did, he might change. And she liked him the way he was.
Straying into view, Aster carried a meek look of intensity, paws clutching a stack of papers with his designs upon them. This brought Yonakouchi to a curious rise.
"Done 'designing' already are we, dear?" Yonakouchi called, all seven of her tails wafting comfortably with idle malaise. It was a nice day, in the shady tangle her own mistress had wrought for her. It been about a week, but that was but a day to an Inari.
Aster's lips tightened to a grin, and he knelt before the stone slab next to the vixen, strewing out his papers. "Well, I don't know how much you'll like it, Yona, but I've done my best to design from what I know about you."
Yonakouchi took one of the papers and looked over it, slaking her tongue along the back of her paw, idly glossing over the designs. "This is… correct to assume," she said. "Yes, I think that will work."
"The blood bone?" Aster replied.
"We will test the hypothesis," Yona said, rising to her feet, tails sweeping over her lovely todd to guide him with her charm. He fell into a comforted lull; she had his Inari's Ball embedded within her, after all. "Come, come."
"As you wish," said Aster. Together, they strolled through the Tangle to the rot room, where several of Yona's Ghouls were picking over the bodies, busily scraping flesh from bone. Their red, stained limbs, she hummed a little tune under her breath, and they congealed into an artful mass of limbs. A skeleton, its spine a whip-like tail, hunched forward, but not yet with the toothed skull of an Inari as her Geist would soon dictate.
Hollow eye sockets looked at Aster, challenging the todd to answer them with an indignant stare of his own. "This place is foul," he said. "Why do you keep showing me this?"
"To deaden your senses, sir." Yonakouchi kissed his cheek, tightening her tails at his waist until he was shuddering at how tight they were, fondling him in unspeakable ways.
"I'm not… in the mood," he hissed at her, but he couldn't break away from that tight hold. Tough she Governed Ardor, her tongue was still warm as she set upon his cheek with a graze of molten flesh, nosing into the wet with her pointed snout.
"No, you are. You're just focused on something else, I know how your mind works," cajoled her sweet, condescending voice.
Aster leered, sideturned gaze annoyed. She was right. "But in the room of rot?"
"Don't be ridiculous" said Yonakouchi with a cheerful laugh to his ear, and they began to walk, the skeleton shambling in tow.
She took him to her den, and did the deed there.
. . .
The pair held on to each other, letting their highs wind down as Yonakouchi preened through Aster's fur, holding his head against her breast. It wasn't love - what they had. It was need, and a want for comfort. Primal, and not tied down by such human ideas. She did own him though, in the sense of a relationship.
"Are you ready to begin?" she asked Aster.
"Mnnh. Just a little longer." His paws squeezed tighter into her sturdy frame, pressed to softer parts. He so loved to cuddle.
"Okay… a few more hours…"
. . .
"Will you buy me a snake, and find for me a centipede?" Yonakouchi asked, hours into the warmth. Her mind had begun to wander.
"Yes?" The sun was rising, twinkling like starlight in the looser parts of the canopy.
Paw rising, it coiled in languid circles above her. "Thoughts and designs of my own. I do like your robe, but there's more I can do. Centipedes have so many little legs… what if they were claws, and I had minions that could move like snakes to hide in the robes? With pockets, to keep them laden with acid? And little teeth, to latch on like lamprey?"
Aster yawned, and rose above her. "Okay, but first we make the crystalized bloodbone" he said. They gathered themselves and wandered back to the room with the fountain, feeling a little more alive.
The skeleton that followed, Yonakouchi gathered it up in her tails, and undid its Tether. It began to squirm and claw at her tails, an irritation ratcheting up in her throat. It didn't feel good, but she crushed the bone with constricting Tendrils, crunching and snapping at the edge of the basin, dropping fragments unto there.
Kneeling to the pool of blackish red crystal, she began to cant again, slowly. Four oders of Sovereign ease, frightening Aster with her twisted power as he watched with a knot in his gut. If she ever did that to him - no, she wouldn't. He was useful.
Wielding her Vicissitude, Yonakouchi liquefied the bone and stirred it in with the crystal, until every grain was suffused with blood. What she then had was a solid block of finely mixed blood and bone, hardened half again to the strength of human steel.
"We make monsters soon," shivered the vixen with a garish little laugh. Such a delight. Curling her finger, she pulled a chunk onto her paw, and congealed it into the shape of a spider, its eight thin legs stretching out from the blood. Then she forced the Tether of a Skeleton upon it, and it writhed to life.
Setting the spider on the 'bloodbone ingot' she'd made, she commanded it to find and turn towards her finger. It did. Then, she shut her eyes and pushed through it a sense of Scrying, and she saw herself lit up in that funny way, the Saol throbbing through her.
"It worked," said Yonakouchi, eyes flicking open with a wicked grin. "The Grafted Robe, and the Blood Snakes - they will be able to see life without need for eyes, or light." She spun down the spider, and melted its blood back into the cube.
"Excellent," said Aster, pair of tails waft-waggling behind him. "I will get the critters you need for your anatomy studies." He paused. "You know… that flesh shaping. It works on the living, does it not? Muscles and sinew, it all moves together. If you took your time and learned, you might sculpt muscle with the strength of this material. I've seen how it … pulls, when you peel the skin back."
Sucking in a breath, closed in on Aster to hug him from behind, pressing tight. "That's a fucking brilliant idea. You know, if you want, I know a Maltrician who'd love you in his employ." Her paws rubbed over his chest, working him up until he shivered at her roughness. "If you find flesh soooo interesting."
Aster considered for a moment, then sulked in her arms. "If I have to, I will, but you know my heart lies in the silks."
"It will be fun," said Yonakouchi, nuzzling his neck so tenderly with a smile. "A side job."
"Yes, mistress," he groaned. "I should really get to the market. Will you please unhand me?"
Her paws slipped away as he fled from her to prepare himself for a trip to hown, donning his Seeming, and one of those pretty robes he always wore. The stocking guise of a tall Faelnir returned.
"What kind of snake?" he asked, swishing his hand with confusion. "Venomous?"
"It needn't be venomous, mmh…" She considered, for a moment, sitting back upon a stone bench rising from the softly glowing flowers. "Well, maybe paralytic venom, perhaps? Or a heart-stopper. Really, whichever you find there."
"Thy will be done," Aster shrugged, adjusting his robes. "I have projects, and I know you take your time… next week? They will be fresher."
"You know me so well, Aster. Next week," Yonakouchi replied, licking over her pad. "Mmh, but do return… for other, briefer matters?"
Aster couldn't say no, spellbound as he was. He shrugged. "Fine, but if I fall behind on my commissions, then your dress will take longer," he said, fighting back in the only way he could.
"A fair point you make there," Yonakouchi sighed, splaying herself out across the stone surface. "Then go play, I will be here resting unless I am called away by that bitch who gave away my Inari's Ball."
"We all have our leashes," Aster shrugged. She had his own Inari's Ball. He could feel it in her abdomen, where she'd stowed it away. His eyes lingered upon her bare belly longingly, wondering what it would be like to have it back, if he would feel any different…
"Thinking bad thoughts?" Yonakouchi replied, paw falling upon that spot in her belly. "I could pull it out for you one day, let you hold it… I'm not so cruel as the one who holds my own, who keeps it irrevocably locked away. It's been what, a few decades since I caught you fishing for it in my things and did this to punish you?"
Aster had never been able to bring it up. She forbade him. His hand grasped one of his wrists, singing nerves of Seeming speaking back to him as he felt a strange arousal in his body at the thought. "Could we play with it?"
"In what way?" Yonakouchi asked, turning onto her front.
"In Jian, I liked to… push it inside?" he ventured.
She caught his meaning, but she played coy. "Inside? Why, it's already inside, right here." A firmer rub followed, pushing until she felt its bump beneath her skin. "Explain."
Aster stiffened. He'd done it now. She knew, he knew. But she loved to play games, to put him on the spot, when he was more… reserved. "Inside either of us. It's a game of trust, you know my words, you know what I mean."
"Do I?" Yonakouchi purred.
"I have to leave," said Aster. "We just… can you let me go?"
"You didn't answer," the vixen replied, teasing him more viciously now.
"You're going to make me spell it out in detail? How immodest… and you'll strangle the art by spoiling it so," he bit back, face flush with embarrassment. "I - I won't, I-"
"You will," said Yonakouchi. "Debase your tongue, todd." He wasn't getting out of this.
With a heavy sigh, Aster explained to Yonakouchi in lurid detail, exactly how it would be done. By the end of it, the violation was heavy in his beet red face.
"Good boy, now go play with your dresses while I consider what a perverted fiend you are," said Yonakouchi.
Without a word, Aster fled with haste, stomping out to get in his canoe. He hated the distraction now lingering in his mind, and longed for the solace of his workshop.
First, she'd found the need to commission Hesperide. In excess of her allowance. This meant endebting herself to the woman further, but the game they played was a fickle thing: she was already the witch's pet, so why even bother keeping score?
Skulking through the night, Yonakouchi snatched the birds as they slept. She could smell them in their roosts, tails reaching up and whipping them down, wriggling feathers squawking and going quiet as she Syphoned upon the each for a time, until she'd tasted enough Saol that their Imprint became clear in her mind.
They were bound in strings like chickens to market, then placed in bags at her hip. Five in total, she took.
Her shopping list brought her to a couple she knew whom had a babe - women were fertile and more valuable for their wombs, so she crept upon the man for his hobbies. He wasn't a mage. None of her targets were.
As his humble rod sprung for the swamp fish, a hook and a string whipped out into the water with a whir. She approached as the raven-haired woman from the library, he knew her. But she needn't wile him, she needn't play games.
The night was bright of moon, but she stalked the perimeter. Made sure not a soul was near to her quarry, and then she advanced upon him, her movements deafened by the noise of the bog, which was laden with a cacophany of nature, croaking frogs and chirping bugs drowning out every noise of mistake she could make.
She fell upon him with her tails. They slung over his back, and clapped his face like a soft gag to silence his cries, then called upon her charm to begin. Having a seat upon him as he writhed, she could hear his squeaks. It took about a minute before she felt him disappear, and she pulled her many tails away like a hen hatching an egg, and kicked his clothing into the bog.
"Wha-wha-aaat is happening?" the Aelheim Jay squawked as she bound his beak and hooded him. "Hmmph." Then he was placed into a bag.
The other four men were a chore, their shacks and homes either spun out of the bog beyond the city proper, or woven into the poorer districts. Nobody missed a pauper. She lulled them from their dens with charming taps at their windows, or just plane slithered in through an open window. One even had simple charms against Seeming hanging in the window, and it made her break that predatory fugue to cop out a laugh.
She dropped her form, turned him as he slept, and moved on. Then she was back to being a woman. And so on. Her bag of birds was getting weighty.
Then came the time to return home with her blood bags.
Taking out each of the birds who were men, she strung them to dangling ropes in the tangle. They moaned, they squawked and cried, they made a racket as she dropped her Seeming and stood a vixen, eye-level with their beady animal eyes. This far out in the bog, so deep in her tangle, their cries couldn't carry past the maze of Hesperide's making.
She took a bird in paw, a firm hold. "Chrr-hlp," he cried, voice cut off by alien vocal chords improperly used in a panic.
"Breathe," she told him closely, cold breath wafting over his feathers. "If you want to scream, squawk like a bird. Your throat won't let you yell." Her nose pushed to his breast for a sniff, rumbling coo signifying her joy at the rush.
"Raauwh-kh! Don't eat me, foul creature!"
Yonakouchi slid five of her tails, gathering each of the birds as they began to squawk, their lessons of expression in Seeming learned in such an admirably short time. One by one, she recalled her Imprints, and they dropped like a bundle of naked men, held writhing and groaning together in the gross mock of an orgy.
Beneath them, a concave fountain. It could hold twenty gallons of blood, but between them there were about seven and a half. Releasing them to push and struggle against each other, she took her post at the north of them.
"O' Nihilos, in your twisted void," she called unto him, drawing his dark will through her. Paws rising, they lowered and swished out to her side. Her mind was throbbing with contemplation for all that it was, wielding Sovereignty as she nipped upon tough flesh until she felt it sting with bubbling warmth.
"Let go of us, foul beast!"
"She's going to bespel us, now is the time to act!" the confident one among them roared.
"I have a daughter… a son."
"Beget their blood to the fountain below," Yonakouchi hummed, her Eudaimonic tongue a harsh babble to the Faelnir. "Take shape to the crystal, as hard as I can weave, in this blackened place tied to your perversions." Thrumming played in her ears as she welled the power inside and gave it shape, then sprung it open them.
There were throaty gagging noises. Screams which dulled to silence, as she tore the blood from their bodies and gave it the purpose of a flat pond of crimson-black stone in the basin below. They were dead now, every last drop speaking to her hunger just at its sight, yet even the aerosol of her deed was bound solid to the great blood ingot she had made.
To the bodies, she dragged them to the room of brambles that was her corpse emulsifier, and left them there, pulling the maggot-laden moss over their bodies to let them decompose with the rest.
The birds, which still lived, she chewed there one by one to sate her agitation, and cast their lifeless bodies with the rest of little value. Slaking her lips with the blood of avians, this at least took the throbbing edge of wielding Devorare away, but the hunger never did end.
. . .
March 10th, Evening
Another week, another three murders. She killed the men, and ate their livers as permitted. Spread out, day by day in wooden cups as she commissioned Aster for ideas and designs. Their talks gave rise to many of these, but she gave him time to come up with some plans.
Nearly every human on Antarok would scour a vixen as her from the earth. She was only one mind, but her will could be reflected in many ways: Ensorcelling, and Nekros were but two.
There was also the matter of crystallizing blood. Rarely had she any need to make something from the material, as she feared anything discovered might be linked to Devorare, and to Alitheia, but what would the world really think? Like livestock, everyone lived with the wool pulled over their eyes.
But there were things.
Things that could be made.
That lovely todd, Aster. She paid him handsomely with her body, and her coffers; he enjoyed his excess, and the freedom to choose who he made his art for. The agents in her peripheral had already voiced their curiosity, if she would convert him… he knew, but he was her slave and consort, as she had his Inari's Ball. There was no need to convert him. If she did, he might change. And she liked him the way he was.
Straying into view, Aster carried a meek look of intensity, paws clutching a stack of papers with his designs upon them. This brought Yonakouchi to a curious rise.
"Done 'designing' already are we, dear?" Yonakouchi called, all seven of her tails wafting comfortably with idle malaise. It was a nice day, in the shady tangle her own mistress had wrought for her. It been about a week, but that was but a day to an Inari.
Aster's lips tightened to a grin, and he knelt before the stone slab next to the vixen, strewing out his papers. "Well, I don't know how much you'll like it, Yona, but I've done my best to design from what I know about you."
"The blood you wanted a robe of, it got me to thinking."
Yonakouchi took one of the papers and looked over it, slaking her tongue along the back of her paw, idly glossing over the designs. "This is… correct to assume," she said. "Yes, I think that will work."
"The blood bone?" Aster replied.
"We will test the hypothesis," Yona said, rising to her feet, tails sweeping over her lovely todd to guide him with her charm. He fell into a comforted lull; she had his Inari's Ball embedded within her, after all. "Come, come."
"As you wish," said Aster. Together, they strolled through the Tangle to the rot room, where several of Yona's Ghouls were picking over the bodies, busily scraping flesh from bone. Their red, stained limbs, she hummed a little tune under her breath, and they congealed into an artful mass of limbs. A skeleton, its spine a whip-like tail, hunched forward, but not yet with the toothed skull of an Inari as her Geist would soon dictate.
Hollow eye sockets looked at Aster, challenging the todd to answer them with an indignant stare of his own. "This place is foul," he said. "Why do you keep showing me this?"
"To deaden your senses, sir." Yonakouchi kissed his cheek, tightening her tails at his waist until he was shuddering at how tight they were, fondling him in unspeakable ways.
"I'm not… in the mood," he hissed at her, but he couldn't break away from that tight hold. Tough she Governed Ardor, her tongue was still warm as she set upon his cheek with a graze of molten flesh, nosing into the wet with her pointed snout.
"No, you are. You're just focused on something else, I know how your mind works," cajoled her sweet, condescending voice.
Aster leered, sideturned gaze annoyed. She was right. "But in the room of rot?"
"Don't be ridiculous" said Yonakouchi with a cheerful laugh to his ear, and they began to walk, the skeleton shambling in tow.
She took him to her den, and did the deed there.
. . .
The pair held on to each other, letting their highs wind down as Yonakouchi preened through Aster's fur, holding his head against her breast. It wasn't love - what they had. It was need, and a want for comfort. Primal, and not tied down by such human ideas. She did own him though, in the sense of a relationship.
"Are you ready to begin?" she asked Aster.
"Mnnh. Just a little longer." His paws squeezed tighter into her sturdy frame, pressed to softer parts. He so loved to cuddle.
"Okay… a few more hours…"
. . .
"Will you buy me a snake, and find for me a centipede?" Yonakouchi asked, hours into the warmth. Her mind had begun to wander.
"Yes?" The sun was rising, twinkling like starlight in the looser parts of the canopy.
"What have you the need?"
Paw rising, it coiled in languid circles above her. "Thoughts and designs of my own. I do like your robe, but there's more I can do. Centipedes have so many little legs… what if they were claws, and I had minions that could move like snakes to hide in the robes? With pockets, to keep them laden with acid? And little teeth, to latch on like lamprey?"
Aster yawned, and rose above her. "Okay, but first we make the crystalized bloodbone" he said. They gathered themselves and wandered back to the room with the fountain, feeling a little more alive.
The skeleton that followed, Yonakouchi gathered it up in her tails, and undid its Tether. It began to squirm and claw at her tails, an irritation ratcheting up in her throat. It didn't feel good, but she crushed the bone with constricting Tendrils, crunching and snapping at the edge of the basin, dropping fragments unto there.
Kneeling to the pool of blackish red crystal, she began to cant again, slowly. Four oders of Sovereign ease, frightening Aster with her twisted power as he watched with a knot in his gut. If she ever did that to him - no, she wouldn't. He was useful.
Wielding her Vicissitude, Yonakouchi liquefied the bone and stirred it in with the crystal, until every grain was suffused with blood. What she then had was a solid block of finely mixed blood and bone, hardened half again to the strength of human steel.
"We make monsters soon," shivered the vixen with a garish little laugh. Such a delight. Curling her finger, she pulled a chunk onto her paw, and congealed it into the shape of a spider, its eight thin legs stretching out from the blood. Then she forced the Tether of a Skeleton upon it, and it writhed to life.
Setting the spider on the 'bloodbone ingot' she'd made, she commanded it to find and turn towards her finger. It did. Then, she shut her eyes and pushed through it a sense of Scrying, and she saw herself lit up in that funny way, the Saol throbbing through her.
"It worked," said Yonakouchi, eyes flicking open with a wicked grin. "The Grafted Robe, and the Blood Snakes - they will be able to see life without need for eyes, or light." She spun down the spider, and melted its blood back into the cube.
"Excellent," said Aster, pair of tails waft-waggling behind him. "I will get the critters you need for your anatomy studies." He paused. "You know… that flesh shaping. It works on the living, does it not? Muscles and sinew, it all moves together. If you took your time and learned, you might sculpt muscle with the strength of this material. I've seen how it … pulls, when you peel the skin back."
Sucking in a breath, closed in on Aster to hug him from behind, pressing tight. "That's a fucking brilliant idea. You know, if you want, I know a Maltrician who'd love you in his employ." Her paws rubbed over his chest, working him up until he shivered at her roughness. "If you find flesh soooo interesting."
Aster considered for a moment, then sulked in her arms. "If I have to, I will, but you know my heart lies in the silks."
"It will be fun," said Yonakouchi, nuzzling his neck so tenderly with a smile. "A side job."
"Yes, mistress," he groaned. "I should really get to the market. Will you please unhand me?"
Her paws slipped away as he fled from her to prepare himself for a trip to hown, donning his Seeming, and one of those pretty robes he always wore. The stocking guise of a tall Faelnir returned.
"What kind of snake?" he asked, swishing his hand with confusion. "Venomous?"
"It needn't be venomous, mmh…" She considered, for a moment, sitting back upon a stone bench rising from the softly glowing flowers. "Well, maybe paralytic venom, perhaps? Or a heart-stopper. Really, whichever you find there."
"Thy will be done," Aster shrugged, adjusting his robes. "I have projects, and I know you take your time… next week? They will be fresher."
"You know me so well, Aster. Next week," Yonakouchi replied, licking over her pad. "Mmh, but do return… for other, briefer matters?"
Aster couldn't say no, spellbound as he was. He shrugged. "Fine, but if I fall behind on my commissions, then your dress will take longer," he said, fighting back in the only way he could.
"A fair point you make there," Yonakouchi sighed, splaying herself out across the stone surface. "Then go play, I will be here resting unless I am called away by that bitch who gave away my Inari's Ball."
"We all have our leashes," Aster shrugged. She had his own Inari's Ball. He could feel it in her abdomen, where she'd stowed it away. His eyes lingered upon her bare belly longingly, wondering what it would be like to have it back, if he would feel any different…
"Thinking bad thoughts?" Yonakouchi replied, paw falling upon that spot in her belly. "I could pull it out for you one day, let you hold it… I'm not so cruel as the one who holds my own, who keeps it irrevocably locked away. It's been what, a few decades since I caught you fishing for it in my things and did this to punish you?"
Aster had never been able to bring it up. She forbade him. His hand grasped one of his wrists, singing nerves of Seeming speaking back to him as he felt a strange arousal in his body at the thought. "Could we play with it?"
"In what way?" Yonakouchi asked, turning onto her front.
"In Jian, I liked to… push it inside?" he ventured.
She caught his meaning, but she played coy. "Inside? Why, it's already inside, right here." A firmer rub followed, pushing until she felt its bump beneath her skin. "Explain."
Aster stiffened. He'd done it now. She knew, he knew. But she loved to play games, to put him on the spot, when he was more… reserved. "Inside either of us. It's a game of trust, you know my words, you know what I mean."
"Do I?" Yonakouchi purred.
"I have to leave," said Aster. "We just… can you let me go?"
"You didn't answer," the vixen replied, teasing him more viciously now.
"You're going to make me spell it out in detail? How immodest… and you'll strangle the art by spoiling it so," he bit back, face flush with embarrassment. "I - I won't, I-"
"You will," said Yonakouchi. "Debase your tongue, todd." He wasn't getting out of this.
With a heavy sigh, Aster explained to Yonakouchi in lurid detail, exactly how it would be done. By the end of it, the violation was heavy in his beet red face.
"Good boy, now go play with your dresses while I consider what a perverted fiend you are," said Yonakouchi.
Without a word, Aster fled with haste, stomping out to get in his canoe. He hated the distraction now lingering in his mind, and longed for the solace of his workshop.
We Inari always have a bitch doing things with our Inari's Ball, don't we?
