The samurai's quiet defiance grated on his nerves. "And what, pray tell, am I to do with you, Nagamori?"
"I will commit hara-kiri [ritual suicide by disembowelment] and then I will cease to be a thorn in your side."
Trying his utmost to keep his voice steady, Toyotomi spat, "You do not deserve such an honor. I have better punishment in mind for you and it involves living -- for a long, long time." At this, Noboru looked up with horror at his shogun and was slapped back to the ground. "Know your place, Nagamori. You dare look me in the eye without being granted permission to do so?" Calling to the guards outside, he ordered the stricken man out of the room and resumed his seat at the head of the room behind a small lacquered table. He stroked his beard thoughtfully as all the daimyos turned their eyes to him, waiting to see what he would do next. Not bothering to look at any of them, he blithely said, "Begin the conscriptions immediately. If I am to make the Ming Emperor my loyal vassal, I will require a great many soldiers."
When night had fallen, Noboru was led into the mountains and when the party had reached their destination, the soldiers guarding him pushed him unceremoniously onto his knees. In the light of the moon, he could make out that they were in some sort of clearing dotted with stone statues of dogs. No, not dogs -- foxes.
A rustling and the snapping of dry twigs diverted his attention to the woman approaching him. Her body was taut and her skin glowed an almost alabaster sheen in the clean white light. A kimono was wrapped loosely around her, and though tied at the waist, he could see the inviting movement of her ample, firm breasts as they bounced enticingly as she walked. As she sauntered towards him, swaying her full hips, he saw that she wore an animal mask and Noboru realized then what she was. The woman was a kitsune-sukai - a fox witch.
Standing in front of his kneeling form, his face was slightly lower than her waist and a sultry voice greeted him from behind the mask's empty eyes. "Nagamori Noboru Takeo Tsuneo, welcome." Noboru tried to ignore her and looked instead at the gleaming mother of pearl surface of the moon above him. Following his gaze, she looked into the sky and laughed -- a low muffled sound. "How fitting. Auspicious almost, the meaning of your name. The eternal ascending warrior of the immortal forest." She knelt down before him and his eyes were drawn to the creamy skin of her breast as she bent down. He tried to keep his manhood still when he saw the stiff nipples that studded each perfect globe.
As if sensing his reluctant arousal, she bent over further, giving him an even better view of her. "In punishment for your lack of loyalty, our shogun has decided that you are to remain in perfect health and denied the reprieve of death. Shall we begin?"
"What do you plan to do to me?" he asked suspiciously.
"Nagamori-sama [sir]," she whispered in his ear, "I will not do anything that you do not desire." Her hand slipped under his clothes with remarkable speed and she expertly stroked his half erect cock to its full length. Removing her hand, she laughed at the fluid that glistened on her fingers. With her other hand, she removed her mask and looked at him.
She was blindingly beautiful, almost too perfect in her appearance. The eyes that looked at him from under lowered lashes were green, like moss. Two full lips curved into a vermillion smile as she watched his reaction to her. Licking her fingers slowly, she let the silk kimono slip from her shoulder and she heard all the men, Noboru included, moan at the sight. Again, she was eerily perfect, with sculpted thighs that met a voluptuous rear and a flat belly that curved into a mound that was devoid of any hair.
Smiling wickedly, she stood and his face was level with the smooth skin of her sex. "Nagamori-sama," she sighed lasciviously, "I will give you this one opportunity to leave." She loosened the bonds on his wrists. "But I do not think that you will." Sliding her fingers into herself, she pulled them out trailing pearly strands of her own lubrication. Bending down, she wiped her hand along his mouth, coating his lips with her and without even thinking, he tasted her.
She tasted like nothing he'd ever known on earth and though the ropes that had bound his wrists fell ineffectually to the ground, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Lying on her back, she splayed her lips with her fingers and began sliding the slippery fluid over her sex. "Come, Nagamori-sama. If you desire me, you may take me."
In the back of his mind he knew it was a trap but his legs refused to obey him as they carried him to her. Lowering himself to the ground, he hungrily began feasting on her slit. The more he licked her, the more he needed to continue and he drank the sweet moisture that streamed from her pussy. Arching her back, her nipples stiffened even more as she thrust her breasts into the air as she announced her release. Giving him a satisfied smile, she crawled to him and licked his straining cock. His body betrayed him further as he pushed his hips out to make contact with her lips.
Opening her mouth, she sealed her lips over his shaft and began running her tongue along the underside of his cock. When she felt it jerk, she moaned and Noboru hissed at the sensation. Sliding her wet pout back and forth over his length, she felt him swell dangerously and knew he was almost ready.
Lying again on her back, she guided him into her ready passage and felt him flex his buttocks as he drove himself desperately inside of her. She leaned her head back as he alternately sucked each nipple as he rutted above her. Running her nails down his back, she bucked under him as she climaxed again. From the way that his cock pulsed inside her, she knew he was ready and began whispering all manner of obscenities in his ear about how he had sated her and her words proved to be too much for him as a loud cry of pain and ecstasy was torn out of his throat.
As he splashed her womb with torrent after torrent of his seed, he looked down to see that her eyes glowed an iridescent shade of blue and as he stared at them, he felt a chill invade his body. "Nanda? [What?]" Before he could assemble another thought, he pitched forward in agony and screamed as a blinding pain seared his nerves. Afraid, his guards took a few steps back as he writhed on the ground. A sick, cracking noise filled the night air and he tried to raise himself on his hands and knees when he saw that his skin was sprouting fine white fur and claws had sprung from his nail beds. The witch observed in fascination as his teeth elongated, enjoying the sound of splintering bone and tearing flesh as he begged for the pain to stop.
When he had collapsed to the ground unmoving, she cautiously walked towards him and inspected her handiwork. The thing lying at her feet was not completely a man, nor was it completely animal. Noboru blinked feebly a few times at her and she noted with satisfaction the icy blue color of his eyes as the anthropomorphic wolf watched her with weary vigilance. Though he was unable to rise, she could see that he had grown in stature and was inwardly relieved that he was so weakened from his transformation or doubtless they would be dead in mere seconds. Bending over him, she caressed his silver muzzle before sharply raking her long fingernails across it. A low growl emanated from behind his bared teeth, but he was too exhausted to strike back. The guards gasped audibly when they saw the bloody tracks close and disappear within seconds, leaving a perfect, velvet surface. "He is ready," she murmured. "Take him."
In his debilitated state, Noboru could barely stand and his bulk had to be carried from the clearing by the guards. The last thought that passed through his head before he lost consciousness was to wonder what had happened to him.
