The Way Of The Kitsune Slut

The pavilions of the Mirror Lake Manor were usually frozen in endless serenity. But today the venerated location for martial practice was hosting a meeting of famous sword sects and wandering warriors. The large manor was perfect for it even in the scorching summer heat due to being built on top of a large freshwater spring.

Large stone platforms were elevated from the water as fighting stages of different shapes and sizes. They were all flanked by artificial island pavilions that were filled by crowds that observed the duels. Servants moved with refreshments between the bridges that connected the complex layout of the area. As most people present were on friendly terms, the mood was uplifted and many groups were even mingling with each other on areas not reserved by individual warrior sects.

In the corner of one of the pavilions, a solitary female figure was leaning into one of the red support pillars. Her behavior was not attracting any attention as many preferred to observe the fights alone without distractions. After all, every participant of the meeting had come to gain something out of the event even if it was simply to learn how to counter a certain fighting style by observing.

Even if Yuna's silver eyes sometimes glanced at one of the fights, her main focus was somewhere else. A relatively famous fighter from the Beast Villa had been trying to impress a group of refined women with his physical prowess. To the observers it was clear they were just toying with him but Brent did not seem to notice while he kept doing one arm handstand push-ups.

The women were sitting in the cover of the pavilion while the muscle-bulging beast of a man was balancing his left hand on the railing of a bridge in the direct sunlight. Though no matter how exemplary his body was, his brutish face was something that would have a hard time impressing the ladies who wore fancier robes than most other participants of the event. Though what Yuna cared about was the potency of his martial artist seed and not the handsomeness of his face.

Yuna even had to resist an urge to lick her soft lips improperly in such a public place. Not only was Brent far stronger than her, he only wore short grey pants and a slim jacket that left little of his body for imagination. Even Yuna's white robe looked proper in comparison to him even as the shapes of her body were tactically visible through the unusually tight make.

It took far longer than Yuna would have preferred but eventually, Brent gave up and said he was going to find some refreshments. But it was clear on his face he had finally realized that the encouragement of the women had just been to make his well-shaved head sweat in the mid-summer sun. They even laughed while he rushed away only to be shadowed by a single white-robed woman from a distance. She was playing with her long black ponytail impatiently while doing so.

** * **

Yuna followed Brent to a remote location behind the servant houses next to the main manor wall. The place was in the shadow and he pressed his head into the relatively cold stone of the barrier that was little more than an easily scalable borderline to most warriors who visited the manor despite its height.

"You're a strong man, you don't need to do this, eventually an elegant modest woman will see your value," Brent muttered while tapping his forehead into the red paint of the stone. For a moment Yuna just observed him from behind a building corner while formulating the best possible plan she could come up with. When dealing with stronger men than her, anything that did not end up in her swallowing all of his delicious seed was a complete failure to her.

So Yuna gave one last lick of her lips to make them look as inviting as possible before scaling the warehouse wall up to the roof with a single jump. Once there, she grabbed a single tile and aimed it at Brent. It flew through the air towards his wide back only for him to suddenly sidestep to completely avoid it like he had heard it approach.

Besides the tile, Yuna had lunged herself with unnatural speed straight after it from the roof. Her hand almost landed on Brent's absurd twelve pack but was swiped down by his surprisingly agile left hand at the last moment. His combat instincts were completely in control and his hand turned the swipe into a counter strike that forced the assailant to tilt her torso to avoid it. Though she did so in a way that made her robe-covered breasts trail along his bare arm.

In the next moment, Brent's right hand lunged to wrap around Yuna's neck. The move pushed her against the stone wall and lifted her a bit more than was natural for her height. Though the way she trailed her fingers along the bulged muscles of his hand were more playful than anything else.

"A woman?" Brent uttered as he looked at Yuna's perfectly sculpted alabaster face and tilted lips. It was immediately clear that she was one head shorter than him and way slimmer. Not that it always mattered when dealing with warriors that had surpassed their mortal limits.

"Now what? You going to hit me?" Yuna teased and tapped the absurd twelve-pack in front of her. Just her soft touch was enough to make them twitch like they were surprised.

"It would be proper if you apologized," Brent voiced while trying to think and take back control from his instincts that had saved him from the roof tile. More than one alarm bell was trying to ring in his head at the same time due to the strange woman.

"Is that all you want?" Yuna asked and let the already disheveled front of her robe open to reveal her perky breasts. It immediately broke several alarm bells in Brent's head while boosting others.

"I only like proper modest women," Brent uttered even as his eyes stared past his hands to the revealed mounds. The small gap between them spread them just right for the unexpected pleasure of his dilating brown eyes.

"Nobody tells you to like me," Yuna voiced before letting the top of her dangerously tempting white teeth trail the bottom lip. There was certain unnatural sharpness to them that only added to their perfection.

"I'm not going to defile even a..." Brent said and almost let go of Yuna's neck before she spoke.

"I told those women to toy with you," Yuna stated in an annoyingly calm tone. She immediately felt Brent's reaction from the tightening of his fingers. And so the next words she needed to say to make him do what she wanted flowed from her lips.

"I told them you would do anything for a pretty modest lady," Yuna kept talking even as Brent did not even look at her. "Such a sad desperate man, I can smell you are one of those rare treats that refuse to masturbate even as you can't get any women."

"Shut up," Brent flared with a burst of anger that prevented him from registering the oddly aroused tone Yuna had when saying the last line. Her breathing was turning ragged and not entirely because of the grip around her neck.

"Just think of me as those women... and show me you are a true man," Yuna said with a tilted smile while her hands reached for Brent's pants. Every moment he refused to give her what she wanted, only served to drive her arousal.

"You are no woman but just a filthy whore," Brent grunted while the temptress tried to reveal his cock without seeing his crotch. Her wet pussy was getting to the point she felt a single drop of her juices going down her inner thigh.

"So you don't need to hold back," Yuna voiced and Brent's brown eyes hardened. A moment later he leaned in for a demanding kiss without letting go of her neck. His left hand trailed to the back of the temptresses' robe and pulled it down entirely with a single strong tug.

All the while Yuna sucked Brent's tongue, her hands explored the shape of his cock through his pants. The firm shape was far longer than she had expected but he pulled a bit back before she even managed to trail his whole length.

"If you want to be treated like an animal, then so be it," Brent flared and squeezed Yuna's breast with his left hand. It only made her nipple point harder into his palm.

"But I am an animal," Yuna voiced while strong hands spun her around to face the wall. Even as her breasts were pressed against it, she did not need to be told to angle her hip to offer the Beast Villa warrior better access.

"Clearly, and in a desperate need of taming," Brent stated and gave a hard smack to Yuna's alabaster ass. The shape of his hand was imprinted to it for a moment almost perfectly as a reddened shape.

"You aren't even going to show me your cock before you put it in?" Yuna asked when she heard Brent's pants drop. She chased him with her ass only to have him grab her neck from behind to press her cheek into the wall. The move turned her back into an arched table of silky skin.

"Too late to regret now slut," Brent declared and slapped his sizable manhood on Yuna's perky ass. It made her bite her lip as she realized it compared to those of demons. A rare treat of pure human martial artist goodness in extra-large size.

"It's my first time, please be gentle," Yuna pleaded on impulse and Brent responded only with an angry grunt. He held her in place with his right hand while his left jousted his tip to her puffed vulva. He only needed to press in a bit to feel her excited wetness within.

Traces of hot breathing washed Yuna's back while the man she had seen for the first time only hours ago entered her. He had no hesitation and he pushed his veined shaft into her folds with a steady pace until he tapped her inner gate.

"I have never met an indecent slut like you outside a brothel, your martial arts are wasted on you," Brent voiced based on how easily he had entered into Yuna's almost unnaturally elastic inners. Though just from his heavy breathing, she was able to tell he was in no condition to care. All he wanted was to show her who was the real man and she waited eagerly for him to deliver his seed.

"That must mean you are used to giving a slut like me what I want," Yuna voiced before a hard swallow. Saliva was rushing to her lips from pure hunger caused by her arousal as her body knew that only one thing could truly sate her needs. She was more than willing to let a strong warrior like Brent cum into her pussy even if it meant she would need to lick it after it leaked out to truly consume his seed.

"Shut up," Brent flared and thrust his cock deep enough to slip into the elastic side cavity of Yuna's inner gate. It gave her usually smooth stomach a slight bulge. The pressuring sensation from it tempted her to shift her head a bit only to feel the pull that was caused by some of her raven black hair being trapped under the man's grip.

Brent kept holding Yuna's cheek against the wall while he began to thrust. His left hand was on the side of her hip but she took full responsibility for keeping her ass still even after the first strong hip strike jolted the bouncy flesh of her reddened ass.

Strike after strike Brent plunged into the insides of a woman whose name he did not even know. She took his shape perfectly, a large shape that only a whore had been willing to take before. And even then they had demanded to be on the top, unlike this deranged woman who had just offered herself to him.

Loud slaps echoed in the relatively narrow space between the wall and the building. At that moment, Yuna was the one who cared more about it as she only had one win condition she cared about. So she bit her lower lip while suppressing any urges to moan. The move caused saliva to drip to her chin almost immediately.

Yuna heard gentle steps and a moment later she saw from the corner of her eyes how a female servant in green robes stepped from behind a corner only to freeze for a moment. But a moment later even her black ponytail jolted when she retreated behind the building.

"Please let me swallow," Yuna uttered. There was no way Brent was going to keep going if sect guards or even worse moral guardians showed up. Not to mention getting deepthroated would save her from licking the semen with her own juices that only served to water down the flavors.

"Please, not in my pussy, you will make me pregnant, let me swallow," Yuna pleaded even as there was no way his seed could take root within her. But Brent did several more strikes before growling and pulling out only to press Yuna down from her shoulders. She dropped to her knees only to see the same servant from before staring at them with just one eye. Her fingers clutched the building corner that hid half of her very red face.

Brent aimed his heavily soaked cock at Yuna's face, and she did not waste time wrapping her lips to the tip. She had planned to take it deep and twist the semen out, but the moment the tip slid into her throat, Brent thrust her head against the wall with his hip. The move was more than enough to bulge her throat, and a moment later seed shot straight into her waiting stomach.

Yuna's moan was gagged by the fat cock while the true elixir of life entered her eternally starving body. She barely registered that he had a well-shaved base and simply let her mind blank from the enjoyment of taking in very potent martial artist semen.

"You made me do this, I hate sluts like you. You truly are not a real woman," Brent muttered without realizing just how right he was, even as it was not in the way he meant it. Not that Yuna minded, she had gotten just what she had wanted. A full load in her belly from a strong fighter that could sate her unnatural hunger for days.

One of the things Yuna enjoyed the most was holding a strong warrior's cock in her mouth to savor his taste after she had acquired his seed. But the longer Brent kept his deflating manhood in Yuna's mouth, the more agitated he became. Until he suddenly stepped back to pull up his pants.

"What's the matter?" Yuna voiced with a lick of her lips while she keenly observed the sizable human cock hide into the grey pants. At that moment she hoped she could have another taste one way or the other once he was fully loaded again.

"Here, don't tell anybody about this," Brent voiced and threw a leather coin pouch at the kneeling naked woman. She opened it out of sheer curiosity only to look disappointed a moment later. But Brent had already gone behind the closest corner. The servant greeted him with a highly strained voice like she had seen nothing. That only hastened the Beast Villa warrior's steps.

"Five copper? Why did you even bother," Yuna muttered even as she hid the pouch in her robes as it was more expensive than its contents. It took her barely seconds to put back her robe with magical ease like nothing had happened. After that, she returned to the main area of the meeting to see if there was another ripe target for her to feast on.

** * **

Even after returning to the main pavilions of the manor, Yuna kept sending glances at Brent. But he kept ignoring her as much as possible. And not entirely because she was sitting next to a shirtless nomad warrior who had no shame to show his eight pack in full glory. He only had red silky pants and a short sword besides some travel pouches on his belt.

The only thing Yuna had needed to do to get Darius' attention was to give him a playful smile and he had invited her to sit next to him. Even if she could tell he was one of those types that did not store his seed that long, he still had an exotic short red beard and hair. So the temptress hoped his semen also had an exotic flavor. It would make it an especially sweet catch to her since he was clearly an elite warrior.

Darius had barely said any words after the initial introductions and simply watched the show happening on the nearest fighting stage. Though his hand still rested on Yuna's robe-covered thigh even if his amber eyes were on two female warriors who exchanged quick slashes of their blades that sent wrinkled air currents at each other.

The stage was set so that there was room for stray attacks at each end and both of the skillful fighters avoided any strikes that would jeopardize the audience. Both of their white battle robes were close to what Yuna wore but she had modified her own to be unique enough to not get the famous sword sect they belonged to come after her for ruining their reputation.

Yuna suddenly felt a tingle go up her spine and she had to look to make sure it was not something Darius did. He was not even paying any attention to her, so the option she was afraid the most had to be true. Some vicious entity was quickly approaching. That suspicion was soon confirmed by multiple others around the pavilions suddenly looking very alert.

The temptress immediately thought of the best ways to escape the fight that was most likely going to happen. Once every mortal warrior was in full alert, some might notice her not entirely human nature. Not to mention once the blood would start to flow, she would feel sick just from the smell.

Suddenly even the sky darkened as shadows intensified around the platform in front of the pavilion of the hosts of the event. They were all powerful sect elders who immediately waved commands to others to take the situation very seriously.

A shape of a black-robed person with a purple mask formed from the shadows. He held a large living sword that alone oozed enough of the scent of tainted blood to make Yuna gag. She swallowed it down as the only thing she could let out was the semen she needed more than anything else.

"You can address me as Master Zion, I have come to lodge a complaint on behalf of the Blissful Blade Sect," the dark figure declared. "Nobody invited us to this serene event."

"No invitation was needed for this event, not that any of us would have let evil scum like you join us," one of the martial elders who had drawn his silver sword declared. Yuna more than knew about the mentioned sect of viscous Sword Demons who had no qualms or barriers on what they did to gain power. Even if it meant using the same methods as the true blood feasting demons.

"That might be true for your weak sects, but we take not giving us a special invite as an insult," Zion announced and pointed his grotesque purple blade at the martial elders. The first of them took it as a challenge and approached with a visible air distortion from his speed.

Yuna had no desire to stay around to watch the fight. The Sword Demons rarely moved alone and the fact one of them dared to do such an audacious entrance meant more were lurking nearby. And some others clearly thought the same. Darius had jolted to run even faster than her and several groups of weaker fighters were making their way away from the fight. All to different directions while the stronger ones formed battle squads to patrol the area.

Some of the traveling fighters without a sect organically formed their own escape groups and Yuna joined one of them. They reached the manor wall without hindrance but the first fighter that tried to jump over it was immediately gutted before his feet even touched the ground. Just the way he groaned was more than enough to tell the tale to the rest. It immediately prompted them to retreat to find safety among the more adept groups that were already engaged with the vanguard forces of the enemies. Though Yuna used the panic to slip away from the group and to enter one of the buildings.

It was not Yuna's first time to use the manor to hunt potent semen so she knew about an old escape tunnel. It led beyond the hill outside the walls so there was a chance none of the attackers were going to be there, or at least the smell of the blood would not be as strong as it began to be here. So she cleared the mattress and a chest in a small side room to reveal a hatch.

Once in the damp tunnel, Yuna rushed along the long corridor to a single turn before reaching a ladder soon after. She climbed it to carefully lift a hatch that was covered by thick moss from above. It was clear nobody had opened it in years. So the escaping temptress exited the hatch into a peaceful-looking valley. Even the sounds from the battle were distant thanks to the hill.