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000

On the eve of the new year, the nobility had met in the palace of winters. Owned by a lower noble, it never the less served as a historical point of interest for the nobility. Bearing marble spires and banners of the Featherlow family, high and higher born alike attend it as guests to the place said to have been “the birth of laws”.

Not that anyone there had such a thing on their mind. Not the younger members at least, who dined on the finest foods and graced themselves on pristine floors. To the tender musical ministrations of low violins, daughters of noble danced with budding gentlemen. As they did so the older generation kept to the sides, talking of old times and their fellow noble’s situations. Others spoke of conspiracies of the state and actions of certain individuals. Some of these talks were even discussed in whisper.

Laughs, gossip and the underlining political discussions were all a part of this five-day celebration. All of which weren’t his concern at the moment.

“L-lady Nureha.” Bernard Featherlow, second son of the Featherlow family, was met with a problem. It was tall, affectionate and overwhelmingly beautiful.

“Yes my lord?” She quizzed innocently, stepping well within his personal space. She was wearing a beautiful silk dress that covered her from neck to toe, marked with frills on her skirt and sleeves. It was an exceptional gown that made her stand out, even in a hall filled with first-rate garments. More so with how she filled it out. He didn’t think there was a man in there that hadn’t laid eyes on her with more than innocent thoughts.

She was Nureha, Fox Tail guild leader of Plant Hwyaden; a self-governing adventurer body. The very thought of it was terrifying for the nobility. But Nureha had swept in and laid those fears to rest with charismatic reasoning. A little too well, his father had added, and warned the young Bernard to be cautious of her movements.

Right now she was cornering him in a backroom of his family’s ancestral home. Ancestors of the past, forgive him.

“I, I feel that you’re a little too close.” Her face was right next to his. Just a centimeter more and the tips of their noses would be touching. She stared at him in curiosity and eagerness, like a cat that’d just trapped a canary.

“Come now, my lord, that can’t be true.” Her lips parted into a smile. “I feel we have so much to lyren abokt one anghter.”

“Pardon?” He asked at her gibberish. Bernard suddenly feeling his head go light. It felt like his body was heating up to a dizzying degree. Bernard leaned back into a table to catch himself. He heard a few worried ‘my lord?’ come from the vixen but he politely swatted off her concern. Then she gasped at him.

“M-my lord?” Nureha held her hands up to her face in astonishment, eyes flickering between his and whatever it was she was staring at. Bernard blinked a few times, hazily looked around with glazed eyes and finally glanced down at the growing tent in his trousers.

“Ah, aha, Oh.” It finally registered with him when he’d looked back up at Nureha after his discovery. She was looking indecisive, biting onto her finger. “Oh I am, please pardon me Lady Nureha! I never meant-.”

“Oh! Oh, no, no my lord please!” Two beautifully dainty hands raised in a defensive wave to dismiss his concerns. “I’m aware this is something that men have to deal with, um.”

An awkward pace overtook the room. Bernard kept himself back against the table, still fearful of losing his balance, at the cost of elevating his growing erection forward. It was strain against the cloth. Nureha tried to keep her eyes on him but curious eyes flicked downward when she thought he was distracted. Why she hadn’t run off screaming of his embarrassment already was beyond him.

Then she finally broke the silence. “My lord you, you can’t go back out to the festival like this can you?”

“No Lady Nureha, I don’t believe I could.” After his initial buzz the prince was starting to reclaim his composure. His face was flushed naturally but with how his current company hadn’t excused herself after witnessing this incident he felt more secure.

Nureha’s eyes flickered back and forth in the room conspicuously, looking for something, then moved in close. Gradually she pressed back into his personal space, placing her fingers onto his clinched hands and brought her face close to his once more. She hadn’t minded the tent pressing into his stomach.

“Might I…help you with it?”

“Lady Nureha?”

“Come with me.” Her fingers dug down between his and slipped around them, tugging the man to follow her. He did.

Nureha lead him over to one of the lush sofa chairs of the palace. While the front was kept in a pristine elegancy befitting of royalty’s dining, the back rooms were kept more for comfort. She had him sit down and spread his legs.

“Excuse me, my lord.” She quietly asked while she worked the buckle and strings of the man’s lower dress. Nureha calmly did the task and kept her eyes lowered, but the moment she’d pulled his pants off hey flashed up to his in worry. His bulge sprung free from its confinement, under layer and all, through the slit in them. His pride stood tall and pulsing. The cool air of the room made him shiver a little.

Nureha bit her lip, eyeing the rod in front of her. Her nose twitched. He was sure she was picking up scents that he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Her vision trailed off the tip of the enlarged member and landed back into his. There was an unmistakable questioning for permission to proceed.

“Ha...please continue, Lady Nureha.”

She nodded to him. Those beautiful fingers soon found their way around his girth. He could feel that she hadn’t fit her whole hand around him. Maybe a fourth went untouched by her. He knew from unsavory discussions with his boys about the importance of size. Bernard had never quite thought himself big until now. The thought of it filled him a bit with pride.

She gripped and released tension on his erection, testing it a few times. Then Nureha jerked him once. The feeling of her sliding up and rubbing down his shaft was amazing. She did it again. And again. Soon she found herself a slow rhythm of jerking him. Bernard moaned at her ministrations.

“Is this to your pleasing my lord?” Nureha asked him.

“Yes, Lady Nureha, tha-ats good.”

“Mmm.” She hummed in contemplation, giving him a few more teasing squeezes “Your so backed up…”

“A-am I?”

“Yes. Do you not have a concubine my lord?”

“No, father says it would distract fr-ah! From studies!” Bernard gasped as she picked up the pace.

Nureha giggled. “It seems you’re pretty distracted right now. But let me help you with that my lord.” Then she lowered her mouth down to kiss the tip of his dick. Two fingers had dug into his under layer and fished out his ball sack. She hefted it in her hand, or as much as she could, and caressed it gently in her palm while her other hand worked his shaft.

“N-Nureha.” Bernard hissed at her ministrations. The lady kissed around his crown, sneaking her tongue out to lick and tease around him.

“Hehe, at first I…was scared of this…but now I think he looks…kind of cute.” Nureha said in between kissing his cock head. “And it’s…so tasty too.”

“Is that so?” Bernard managed in his short breath. He could feel his body stiffen because of her work. His cock had only gotten harder and larger, more blood pumping to his nether regions in prep for release.

“Of course. It just makes me wanna,” she looked into his eyes with an unleavened lust. “gobble it up~.” She purred.

She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear and placed a hand on his thigh. Righting his shaft, the woman gave him a few kisses and licks before she impaled her mouth completely on Bernard’s cock.

“AH!” Bernard called out as Nureha wiggled her mouth all the way down his length until she rested at his pubes. Her nostrils flared for air. She sucked on his cock carefully, as if testing its size, her tongue working under and across its sides. “Oh Nureha,” Bernard cried breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

Two gorgeous orbs looked up to him for his attention. She held herself there, pressing her tongue up against his dick but not moving it. She just waited there, staring up at him. A minute of having his cock all the way in her mouth had led to nothing but frustration.

“Lady Nureha, please!” He cried as the woman reduced her former work to simple nibbles at best, only tittering back and forth such a miniscule amount of shaft that he was barely sure she was moving at all. He was so hard right now and she had chosen to do nothing after all of this!? “Please, I can’t! I-!”

She brought herself up almost as fast as she’s taken the cock down her throat, coming to a stop at his dick head. She slathered her tongue and spit around the tip, kissed it and finally released it. A string of precum and saliva connected her lips to his shaft.

Then she gave him an absolutely rebellious look. “Make me.” She challenged with a husky tone, before lowering back down to tease his tip once more.

His eyes and face strained with conflicting emotions. He’d always been taught to be delicate with a lady. Too much could break such a fragile, elegant flower. But a rising need swelled inside Bernard. He closed his eyes and breathed hard, fighting a battle within himself. He lost.

Burly fingers found themselves digging into the Nureha’s beautiful black hair and yanked her hard. The woman’s eyes bulged out as she was forced to take all of Bernard’s dick but soon rebounded back into sucking and humming around the intrusion with glee. Bernard had originally tried to pump her head up and down on his prick, then quickly decided it was too awkward for his taste. Releasing her just long enough to grab both sides of her head and stand up in front of her, Bernard proceeded to fuck Nureha’s mouth pussy.

“Oh gods! Nureha!” He cried as he pounded into her face. His sack slapped into her chin with every thrust. Her mouth was a constant suction on his phallus, tight and eager, with Nureha enthusiastic to slurp around every inch of his cock. It had quickly pushed him over the edge. “I’m, I-I’m…!”

He gave a few final slaps before cramming as much cock down her throat as possible. “I’m coming!” He yelled.

Spurt after pulsing cock spurt pumped into the fox tail. Bernard was doing his best to try and drown the poor woman in his cum, physical impossible, yet still Nureha looked like she was gagging on the thing. Her eyes watered with tears as Bernard used her mouth as his personal cum dump. That hadn’t stopped her suction though, and continued to milk his cock of everything it had to offer her. He withered on top of her, using her head as lavage to keep from falling on shaky legs.

Slowly his climax came to a close and the man was tenderly placed back into his seat by Nureha. She slowly slurped her way down the twitching dick until she was off it completely. She smiled at Bernard and opened her lips to show all the precum mixed saliva and cum he’d painted into her mouth. The she closed the lid, tossed the contents from cheek to cheek and finally swallowed all of it.

A cum-stained tongue trailed around her lips and chin looking to lap up anything left. Her mouth was completely clean like magic. “Thank you for the treat, my lord.” Nureha went back to her innocent tone while wiping what her tongue couldn’t reach from her chin. Then she licked it off her fingers.

Fuck.

“You must be tired after that…ah.” Nureha stared at the still throbbing pride. It kept pointed up and ready, and heaven’s why harder than it was before they started. The fox tail liked her fingers while she eyed the appendage lifting in defiance of her ministrations. She gave her pointer one final, long suckle before popping it out of her mouth and giving Bernard her full attention. “It seems we still have a problem here, my lord.”

“Ha…haha, indeed.” Bernard himself felt drained from plowing into the woman’s mouth. Why he was still hard he hadn’t the foggiest clue.

“Well then.” Nureha placed both hands on his knees and slowly, sensually, brushed herself against his dick while she stood to her feet. When she was standing Nureha had started prodding the air with her finger.

“Nureha?” “A moment my lord.”

Bernard stared at her, confused, until it finally hit him what she was doing. Ah, those ‘status screens’ that adventurers liked to talk about. Non-adventurers rarely had the talent to see them, Bernard had heard, so he was left with waiting patiently for her to finish whatever she was doing.

A light engulfed her. Bernard would have said something were he not distracted with the sudden presentation of Nureha’s supple bare flesh. His eyes lingered down to her legs and moved up, taking every inch of the woman’s body.

Nureha giggled. “Am I to your liking, Lord Bernard?” She brushed her hand up from her pleasantly shaped thighs along her curves to cup one of her beautiful breasts.

“Everything I could dream for.” Bernard breathed.

“I’m happy then.” Nureha moved herself closer to him. She pushed her knee onto the sofa, and threw the one over until she was straddling him. She placed both arms around the man’s shoulders. His bulge was positioned squarely between her butt cheeks. “Is this your first time?” She asked while grinding into his hard on. If he’d bothered to look down Bernard would have seen the woman’s lower opening quivering.

“Yes.” He answered honestly. The way her bottom clenched and rubbed all over him was divine.

“Mm, that means I’ll be taking something precious. Are you…okay with that?”

“Pardon?”

“Are you okay with me?” Nureha repeated and looked unsure. Her grind had slowed to a halt. “I know the royals have been saying some unsavory things about me. But if you would have me, Lord Bernard.” Her arms slipped down to cup the man’s face. They fit perfectly within the frame of his cheeks. “I would promise to make your first experience something special.”

“Yo-ou,” Bernard caught himself and coughed. “You already have.” He gave her a firmer response.

“Hehe, I see.” She smiled. Nureha returned her arms to where they were and pressed herself into him. “Shall we continue that special something then?” She licked his ear. Bernard shivered.

She shifted back to her original position. Taking hold of his erection, the fox tail lifted herself up and aligned with his tip. Then gently she slipped him in.

Bernard gave a weak gasp at the feeling of her sliding down his rod. She kept it slow, a gradual descend down his dick until she touched down to his hilt. Nureha moaned. “How is it?” She rocked her hips gently.

“Haa.” Bernard could feel her squeezing him with her vagina. A velvet envelope of flesh and heat. Every time she shook her hips he could feel the top of his dick brush against her bumpy top. His hands went up her thighs and to her waist to hold in what felt like an iron grip. He was trying to meet her smooth rocking with awkward pumps.

“Ah, my lord, that’s no good.” Nureha lowered her lips down to his. Her tongue danced in Bernard’s mouth and explored it with earnest. It was a blissful minute of her riding his cock and attacking his mouth that was over just as quickly as it started. She broke off contact with a swerve of the tongue over his lips. “You have to tell a woman when she’s making you feel good. Now then,” She took one of his hands and pressed its palm into her teat, and squeezed. “Touch me.”

Both hands soon found themselves on her breasts with Bernard eagerly granting her request. “That’s it.” She said while slipping a hand down to her nether, flicking around her clit. “Yes my lord, that’s mmm, that’s it. Come on do it. Yes, yesssh. Ah~!”

They got into a rhythm. Nureha’s sweet voice was accompanied with the creaking of the sofa and wet smacking. Her ass clapped down into his lap with practiced ease. She twisted and grinded, always looking to scrap his tip against something inside of her. She wasn’t afraid to make it known when he made her feel good, happily crying out whenever he hit a sweet spot.

Bernard had worked himself into her hips, finally picking up on a suitable rhythm. He was doing his best to meet her every bounce by stabbing himself up into her depths. Bernard had moved his hands back down to her waist and was using it as leverage to pound into her. “R-right there.” She hissed in delight.

“You’re so tight!” Bernard gritted out while working his lower half. Sweat was starting to roll off of him. Nureha was the same, their two bodies colliding with every

“Nnngh! Faster! F-fuck me faster! Use me!” She reached both her hands through her hair and up, whipping it behind her briefly before leaning back to take hold of his knees. She ground into him harder. Her face was flushed with lust. Her eyes found his. Her eyelashes were fluttering as Bernard continued to make her wild in his lap. “I’m so close.” She clenched her teeth and strengthened her hold on his knees. “I’m almost! I’m~~!” Nureha arched her back and let out a high cry.

Bernard clenched his eyes shut and hammered his way up through her tightness. He could feel his ball sack strain for release against her. He lasted only a few more thrusts before bottoming out in her. Spurt after spurt erupted into the woman while he shook underneath her. Without realizing it he’d pulled her in and was clinging to the woman for dear life, experiencing such an orgasm for the first time in his life.

Heavy breaths filled the room. The two bodies against one another as their owners calmed themselves down. Nureha rested her head in the nook of his neck, arms wrapped around him and breathing into his ear. Bernard was just trying to let what happened catch up with him and enjoy the presence of the beautiful woman in his arms.

“Mmm.” Nureha lifted her head up and worked her way around his collarbone and face with kisses. “My lord…” She whined softly.

“That was amazing.” Bernard gasped.

“You enjoyed it?” She brushed away his bangs. “I’m glad.” She kissed his forehead.

Bernard swallowed while the fox girl wiggled her rear in his lap to get more comfortable. He didn’t feel anything, too spent from the high of pleasure. “…What happens now?” He was clueless where to even begin.

“That depends on you, my lord.” Nureha lifted herself up to look down at the man beneath her. “We could go our separate ways after this, pretend nothing happened, or…” She trailed off in thought.

“Or?”

“I could be your concubine.” She said without hesitation.

“Rather forward isn’t that?”

“After what we’ve done?” Nureha lowered herself back down to continue pelting him with kisses. “Do you not want to?”

“I’ll,” she was working her way back down his cheek to his lips, “I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll take it. Now kiss me.”

That he did.

000

“How did it go?” An elven maid turned to face Nureha as she entered the room.

Nureha flipped her hair, “All it took was a little magic to make him hot enough to drop his trousers. A few more sessions and I’ll have the second son of Featherlow wrapped around my finger~.”

Indicus mused over this knowledge. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Nureha really wanted. Even Bernard will realize later that Nureha was up to mischief. They simply need him so entranced that he won’t care when he finally puts it together.

“Keep applying the pressure. We need him firmly on our side.” Indicus ordered the guild leader like it was nothing.

If they were going to get the nobles under their thumb, all high priority targets would need to be taken care of. Nureha especially. The Featherlow held a lot of power in the local courts. After giving her order, Indicus turned to move on to her next project for the day.

“A-ah, Indicus?” Nureha spoke up all of a sudden.

“Yes?” The elf looked back with contempt. Nureha looked sulking and hunched in on herself. There was zero of the so called heralded charisma that people claimed she held.

“W-would Shiroe be proud of me?” Nureha meekly asked, clutching her chest.

Indicus hummed, acting like she was contemplating it. In truth she was just leaving Nureha waiting, letting her stress and insecurities play into this. Every second Indicus didn’t say something her expression dropped a little more in concern. Indicus could see the fear shining through and ravished it.

“Perhaps.” Indicus said, sending the fox woman’s spirits soaring. “But you’ll have to do better if he wants to love someone like you.”

“I-I, I will! I promise! I’ll make Bernard fall for me!” Nureha desperately screamed.

“Good. Do so.”

She turned and walked away, deeming Nureha no longer worth her attention for the day. There was much to do if she was going to make all their lives a living hell. Yes, the formal members of her team…

000

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