"How are you doing honey?"
"Fine, I've been seeing some cool sights, getting to know the locals and stuff."
"That's great! By the way, you didn't send me any pictures yet."
I slapped my forehead, disappointed at myself, "Shoot, I forgot. I'll send them right now," remaining on the call, I opened a text app commonly used among most people around the world and sent about thirty or so photographs I took during my stay here.
"Did you get them?" I asked.
"Wait- yup! Wow, you didn't tell me you were studying photography."
I rolled my eyes, a smile creeping onto my face, "They're not that good, the good ones are the ones I asked other people to take for me."
"Then perhaps you have a good intuition when selecting people?"
I chuckled, picking up the mug of coffee I'd put down on the table. I took an experimental sip, quietly hissing at how hot it was.
"Maybe," I replied, "Maybe..."
"We really miss you, you know? You're taking good care of yourself, right?"
"Of course-"
"I read on the news there was a terrorist attack on Tokyo-"
"Mom, I'm nowhere near that, and you know it."
"... Just... be careful, alright?"
"Absolutely."
"... Did you find a girlfriend yet?"
"Dad?!"
"How you doin' chump? Don't go into any of those weird love hotels or you'll catch aids-" the call was put on hold for a few moments before the original caller unmuted her end.
"What was that all about?" I asked, knowing exactly what he was referring to.
"I should be the one asking that," I heard a laugh come from the background, legendary prick, "But... he's right. Could have worded that better!" I felt that the last part wasn't directed at me.
Taking another experimental sip, I hummed in content. The brew had reached an acceptable temperature and the sweetness made me feel a little happier on the inside. I liked my coffee with more sugar than the average person, I didn't like the bitterness.
"So, how's everything going?"
"I already told you-"
"I mean everyone."
"Oh... Charlie's grades are improving, he really misses you, you know? He keeps asking Dad to play that cartoonish shooting game with him, Fortnine?"
"Ugh, of course," I shook my head, kids these days, I swear. Although, as long as its harmless fun, let the cringe be cringe.
"Gramps and Grandma are doing pretty good too, just wait till you come back home, I'll cook you something real good! Hey, how about we do a barbeque when Nick returns?"
"Sounds good to me!" Dad's voice was barely audible, but it was clear enough to catch.
"You're still banned from the bedroom... until tomorrow."
"Worth it!"
She suppressed a sigh, but it still slipped through, "When are you coming back again?"
"This Thursday, I told you yesterday," and every other day during my vacation.
"Right, you have, and I keep forgetting," she paused, "You know how everyone can be..."
"Yeah."
"Been a handful," she chuckled, "I've been working on autopilot this whole evening, thank the lord for caffeine."
I raised my cup, "Amen to that," and drank some of it, savoring the taste on my tongue.
"Yeah..."
Silence hung between us after that, neither of us saying anything to add to the conversation.
"Well, it was nice talking, say hello to the old folks for me."
"I will. Good night, Nick."
"Good night, Mom," and with that, the call came to an end.
Despite it being near the afternoon in Japan, I didn't bother correcting my mother since she was right on her end.
Putting my phone aside, I held the ceramic mug with both hands, staring down at my darkened reflection. I took another sip, but I didn't want it anymore, so I stood up and went over to the kitchen, which was three feet to my left, and deposited the lukewarm liquid down the drain. I then washed the cup clean with a thin sponge and dish soap, placing it back inside the cupboard above the sink. It had a special bottom; composed of vents that allowed the water to drip into the sink so the utensils would dry off.
One of the many luxuries I wish were more popular in the States.
I should've gotten something to eat, but I didn't feel like making anything. So, being the lazy bum I was, I decided that I would grab a sandwich from a random vending machine on my way to today's destination; a mountain.
Yes, a mountain. I was going to climb a mountain today, though it was more like taking a stroll around the countryside of the famous island nation.
Now, don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed my time in the Land of the Rising Sun. Their tourism industry was spectacular, the people were pleasant and polite, the food was amazing and the treatment was nothing but the best. Overall, it was a good experience.
However, when you know their past and the taboo norms that are acceptable, under the table, in Japan, you begin to realize why some justify America's decision to nuke their asses.
But that's not the main focus of my visit here, I came to this place not only to rest, but to visit some relatives. My mother had a small family living in Osaka, they were my first "touristic attraction," very pleasant people. My aunt made some fire fried rice and sushi, I'll have to visit them again while I was still here.
Back on topic, it wasn't that I didn't enjoy the big cities and all they had to offer, I just wanted something... different. Something on the chiller side, in two ways actually.
So, what was better than taking a break from society and exploring the countryside? As long as I stayed on the road and minded my own business, nothing bad should happen, right?
While I was daydreaming about my late experiences in Japan, I'd changed my pajamas to something more acceptable; a pair of blue jeans I brought with me, a plain red sleeve shirt, a sweater my mother gifted me last year, socks, obviously, and boots to complete my defense against the cool weather outside.
Taking a strap bag I'd always carried with me containing the essential items I'd need, I went over to the door after checking all the lights and oven was off.
Although I felt ready, something was definitely missing. Scratching my head, I snapped my fingers at attention. How could I forget? Even with wild hair like mine, I needed something to shield my skull from the stabbing winds.
A simple beanie hat would do. As well as a coat.
Now truly ready to go on my journey, I left my hotel room, double checking that the door was locked after I, well, locked it.
I then took the stairs to the ground floor where the reception desk was, I rented my room on the second floor, so the elevator wasn't needed. I greeted the receptionist with a wave of my hand, and she returned the same gesture.
Under normal circumstances, this would've been seen as improper or offensive, but she was in the same boat as I was; "impure," an insult that would either be met with a harder burn or a fist to the face.
Leaving the hotel, I put my hands in my coat's pockets, only my face suffered from the freezing wind characteristic to the season. The streets weren't as busy as the ones in the big cities, though there was enough activity to make it a buzzing noise that didn't go away. The honking cars, the quiet talking of the passersby, the occasional stare in the best case or a glare in the worst due to my mixed heritage, the rare plane passing above through the thick clouds.
I needed some time away from it.
Finding a bus stop some distance away from the hotel, I glanced over a board listing all the lines that passed in said stop, finding one that would take me to the outskirts of a village at a foot of the nearest mountain; Mount Inari.
After waiting a couple minutes in silence, my ride arrived. I paid the driver the needed amount before fully boarding the public transporter, taking a seat at the back. About half the bus was full, some were couples sitting together and some were like me; alone.
Just the way I liked it.
As the bus drove around the city, picking up passengers while dropping off others, the exchange tilted towards the negative the more stations we passed. When I left the city on a highway, only five passengers stayed on, me included.
It was a quiet ride, the rumbling of the engine soothing my thoughts as the pitter patter of rain grew the further I went into the rural lands. I watched the rain drops that stuck to the window, the background blurred as I rooted for random drops in a meaningless race I made up. Sometimes they won, sometimes they lost, in one race two of the countless drops tied.
Nevertheless, none of it mattered. Once I became bored of the clouds' tears, my focus shifted to the background. Rice fields, grass fields, a tree here and there. One moment they were there, the next they weren't. I breathed a warm exhale against the glass, drawing a little smile on the window before wiping it way with my sleeve.
Why wasn't I happy?
I had everything I needed; a loving family, a well-paying job, a nice house, enough money saved in my bank account in case anything happened, God forbid. Heck, I was on vacation visiting relatives in Asia, those tickets don't come cheap unless you take the cracked airline in that one South Park episode.
Was I missing something?
No, I wasn't. It was just the season, the lack of sunlight means a lack of vitamin D which means less joy. Yes, that was the reason, a good reason, enough for me. I need a beer, yes, that'll cheer me up real quick.
Finally, the automated system announced the next station was mine. Standing up from my seat, I carefully made my way to the back door of the bus, gripping a supporting pole with one hand and a seat with the other. Glancing around me, my eyes widened a little at the fact I was the sole passenger of the ride. Makes sense, not many would go to a remote village without a good reason.
The screeching of rubber against wet asphalt preluded the sudden stop, if I hadn't held on, I would've probably fallen down due to the force of the stop. Once the vehicle came to a full halt, I thanked the driver before exiting the bus. It then went on its merry way, leaving me on my own under a wooden bus stop.
The rain wasn't too intense, so I stepped out. At that moment, I mentally slapped myself, I had an umbrella sitting beside the coat hanger in my room, I knew I was missing something.
Understanding there was no point in scolding myself, I began walking along the dirt road ahead. The view of a village was visible through the creeping fog, I squinted my eyes at it, spotting a path that led up the mountain it sat at.
The journey to the village was uneventful, but peaceful. I did my best to avoid the forming mud puddles, though I did accidentally step in a few. The rain would wash the mud away anyway, so it wasn't that bad. By this point, no blue remained in the sky, a light gray dominated the heavens. It was a depressing sight, but I liked it, in a weird sense.
Once I reached the village, I trudged through the main street towards my destination. Surprisingly, the rain became softer, contradictory to what usually happens. There were little to no locals outside, the majority taking refuge in their homes, the faint shadows of families going about their business visible in the lit windows.
A growl came from my stomach, reminding me I hadn't eaten anything since I awakened. Searching with my eyes around the street, I spotted a two story house with a small café on the first floor.
Taking a short detour, I went over to the café. It was just I suspected; a homely little abode for the locals more than the uncommon visitors they got. The owner of the property greeted me with a polite bow, and I returned the same. I looked at the menu listed on a simple sheet of paper sitting on the counter, having a little trouble reading the hand-written text.
Japanese was difficult to learn, but the cursive version was a whole different beast to tame. Despite my mother's warning, I tried to learn it and gave up a week later.
Sighing in defeat, I asked what he recommended I have as the first meal of the day. He didn't think much before offering an Onigiri alongside a few other foods, and since I was fairly hungry, I accepted his offer.
Ten minutes later, a steaming plate arrived at the small table I took for the time being. Thanking him once again, I took my time enjoying the warm meal.
I didn't think much during breakfast, more accurately lunch, the pungency and sweetness lingering on my tongue as I drank a tea at the end. Sighing in satisfaction, I asked the owner for the paycheck, he delivered it to me and went back to his post.
I didn't care about the cost, only that there wasn't a mistake in the bill. People make mistakes, sure, but some make "mistakes." Absolute bastards they are.
Confirming with a nod that the amount was reasonable, I went over to the counter and handed the bill back with the money as well, bowing down during the exchange as he did as well. These customs tire me. At first they were cool and different, but now? I do them absentmindedly. I'm glad my mother moved to the States when she met my father, can't stomach doing this process every damn time.
Saying my farewells to the owner of the café, I continued on my way to the mountain. The taste on my tongue and the warmth in my belly stayed with me for a good while, unconsciously improving my mood in spite of the semi-dark setting in my environment.
A minute or two later, I left the village, the treacherous climb to the top of the mountain had begun.
Not really, the tip of the landmark wasn't that steep, it wasn't even snowy. I bet I could reach it if I wanted to, but that wasn't my objective. No, I wanted to take a stroll around it and just enjoy my time away from people, away from the noise, away from...
Everything.
As I traveled beside the dirt road around the mountain, gradually increasing in height, I observed the landscape all around me; the trees that had yet to lose all their leaves, the gentle breeze occasionally collided with my face, the rare chirp of a bird came from said trees. Due to the cold, my breath was visible, coming out as puffs of white smoke. When I was little, I used to pretend I was actually smoking like some gangster, but you shouldn't actually smoke, it's bad for you.
After fifteen minutes or so, I came across a diversion from the path; to my left was, now, a somewhat steep fall to the bottom, straight ahead the path continued to curve around the mountain, and to the right were decaying stone steps that led higher towards the top.
Stopping at the three-way intersection, I gazed up at the gate that could mean only one thing; there was a temple at the top. The torii in question had lost most of its color, plant life had taken a heavy toll on the once gorgeous archway.
It's a shame how these things had become so forgotten in these times. Forget religion, the cultures are what really make a people, well, people.
I didn't know why, but seeing it in such a poor state tugged at my heart. Whether it was my love for culture or my roots to the island nation was up to the debate, but one thing was for certain; if I continued without investigating what laid at the end of the ascending stairs, my curiosity would chip away at my soul.
So, without much to lose and a lot of free time available, I strayed from the main path and up the newly discovered one.
The journey was... unexpected. The current path I was on had either been built by an amateur architect, or the original one was lost to time. I arrived at a dead end more than thrice, and almost slipped down a long flight of stairs when I stepped on a patch of wet moss. From then on, I always watched where my feet landed, glancing up from time to time to check my progress.
I should've turned back when I avoided nearly dying. However, that didn't cross my mind until I was too far gone to turn back and give up. Something was drawing me to the top, and I couldn't force myself to stop. It just felt... wrong, to stop. I bet the temple was in ruins as well, or entirely gone. The only ones that withstood the test of time were the well-known ones, all it takes is one natural disaster and bam, the building is gone.
Eventually, I reached the final climb; fifty stairs if I had to guess. I could see the tip of the shrine from where I was standing. Wiping my forehead clean, I took my sweet time going up one last time. Half-way to the top, I realized I'd also need to go back down. It'd be easier, but much more dangerous if I wasn't cautious.
I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
With one last step, I finished the climb. At long last, I found a lost temple!
Though, I thought it'd be a lot... grander.
Surprisingly, it actually looked like a house more than a shrine, one that someone was living in or at least keeping in top shape. There were no visible cracks, growth, decay or any withering of the sorts. Perhaps someone did live here? I wouldn't be shocked since I know many people who just want a peaceful life, even if it's "unfulfilling."
"Hmm," I hummed, admiring the beauty and effort that went into constructing the shrine. A truly impressive feat by all accounts. In today's standard, this would've been just another isolated villa, but back then? Imagine bringing all the materials by hand and building this thing. It must've taken the original builders a couple good years, not even considering the punishing seasons and the island's masochistic tendency to being struck with tsunamis and earthquakes.
Well, this was nice, I suppose. I better take my leave before...
Squinting my eyes at the front door to the temple, I noticed something disheartening; there were two stone pillars standing at each side of the entrance, both stood alone. But one had a fallen fox statue beside it, the left one to be exact, left to me.
Vandalism, of course. The wind couldn't have just knocked it down, damn hooligans should be taught some respect.
...
I can't just leave it like that.
Glancing around to make sure nobody saw me, out of habit when I did anything I believed to be embarrassing, I walked as quietly as I could towards the shrine. I was no believer, but I didn't fully deny the possibility of a god or gods. Even if we were all alone in the universe, it still wouldn't have sat right with me if I'd left the front porch trashed. I was doing a good deed, there was no need to be ashamed, just quickly fix it and leave.
Once I climbed the few wooden steps to the porch, I walked over to the fallen statue. The fox was carved into a sitting position, one of its cold eyes staring right at me.
I gulped, statues weren't living beings, calm down, idiot. I crouched down to the fox, grabbing the statue with both hands, and heaved it up with all my might.
It wasn't easy, but with some elbow grease I got it back up on the pillar. I made sure it was facing straight towards the front yard, sighing in exhaustion once I was pleased with my work. Its eyes were now on level with mine, unblinking and cold as a stone.
My job here was done.
But before I could turn around and leave, I noticed another thing; there was a red thread under its front left paw, gently blowing in the wind. Was it always there? I... guess it was and I just didn't notice.
Pulling the thread out from under the paw, I held it between my index and thumb, the fabric was as smooth as silk, or was it actually silk? Did it get stuck to the stone? I pulled it from one end to the other, my fingers passing over its entire length.
Nothing.
...
Looking back at the fox statue, I spotted its ears raised up in the air, as if it were listening to my thoughts.
You know, it'd look really cute with a bow tie around one ear.
So, I did just that. I tied the thread around its right eat in a bow tie, giving the inanimate object a feminine appearance.
Taking a step back, I nodded with a smile at what I've done. It was time for me to leave, my job here was done.
Turning back around the way I'd come from, I stopped right in my tracks, my smile falling at what was at the bottom of the stairs.
A woman.
She simply stood there, her face blank and unreadable. Was she the owner? Was she mad? I hope not, I didn't mean anything bad!
After an awkward moment passed in silence, I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to the punch.
"Did you... fix my statue?"
I nodded my head before realizing something impossible; she spoke in perfect English!
"And... you tied the red thread around my ear?" I nodded again before realizing something wasn't adding up.
"Wait, h-hold on, who are you?" I had many, many more questions, but that one was the first one that popped into the front of my mind.
She ignored me, continuing with her nonsense, "So... that could only mean..." Her eyes opened wide, and a smile stretched itself from cheek to cheek, "Darling!"
She launched herself at me, as in she literally flew at me and knocked the wind right out of me, sending us through the door and into the interior of the shrine.
As I was catching my breath, she was hugging me tight, preventing me from properly recovering.
"Can't... breath..." I muttered out, and she immediately loosened her grip.
"Oops, sorry~" She giggled, sitting on my lap as I finally managed to breathe normally.
She was sitting on my lap.
"G-gah! Get off me!" I tried to push her aside, but she was quicker, unnaturally so; she caught both of my hands with hers, interlocking our fingers together.
"I can't believe the day has come!" What the hell is she talking about?! What the fuck is going on?! "I thought..." A sob escaped her lips, "I thought I'd wait forever..."
"What are you even saying?!" I screamed in utter confusion.
Her smile almost fell before she tsked, "Of course, my apologies, I must make no sense to you, right? It's no problem, I will explain everything when you wake up~"
"Wha-?"
A fist connected with my forehead, instantly knocking me out.
An unknown amount of time later
I groaned in my bed, a headache subsiding as I came to.
That... was a crazy dream. What was that all about? Goodness, I have to stop watching those weird anime.
"What a dream..." I muttered with a tired yawn.
A giggle sounded above me, sending my heartbeat sky high. My eyes snapped open, and above me was...
What am I looking at?
The... person, for a lack of a better word, was smiling down at me. They were wearing a traditional kimono, the main color was orange, but the were also some red parts that added to the piece, it had to have cost a fortune.
Noticing I was gawking at the person above me, the fox head tilted to the side, one ear flickering in curiosity, the fur white as snow.
"Is there something wrong?" It was the same voice from the dream of that strange woman. This can't be real, right? "Oh, but it is~"
"N-nani?" A furred hand caressed my cheek, the claws tracing my smooth skin.
Something soft was under my head, by her position, I figured out it was her lap.
H-her l-l-lap?
The realization had me flustered, the blush redder than her dress. I tried to get up, but she simply pushed me down, chuckling at my reaction. And good thing too, because my head pulsed in pain when I lifted myself even the slightest.
Hissing in discomfort, I attempted to roll away from her, but she held my chest with her right hand and the top of my head with her left one. T-this can't be real, I-I'm dreaming. Yes! I ate a spoiled meal and was hallucinating all of this.
"But you aren't~" She rubbed her thumb over my cheek bone, humming in thought as I put all of my brain cells into deciphering this bizarre situation.
She sighed, shaking her head with closed eyes, "I thought you'd figure it out by now," she said, never losing the adoring look she gave me.
"Is this real?"
"Hmh," she grinned, playing with a rogue strand of my exposed hair, "I knocked you out a few minutes ago. Don't worry, I didn't break anything, just had to make sure you wouldn't try to run."
"R-run?" Was I in danger? Hold the phone, she isn't human!
"Of course I'm not."
Are... are you reading my thoughts?
"Yup. But I prefer hearing your beautiful voice~" She grinned, shifting into a more comfortable position.
"W-wait, wait, what are you? What's going on?"
"You're in my shrine, do you like it~?" I scanned my surroundings, as much as I could while laying down, and I had to admit that it was quite neat, "Thank you~"
...
Something just came to mind.
"What is it, darling~?"
"... What's... your name?" At that, her smile widened.
"Most call me Ms. Okami, but you can call me Inari~"
Inari.
Sounds familiar.
I remember reading about that somewhere on the internet. Where was it? Ah, right, that name belongs to a goddess in the Shinto religion. She was the goddess of rice, tea, sake, agriculture, prosperity and a few other things.
Above all; foxes.
"Oooooooh..." I get it now! She's a goddess.
...
"WHAT?!" This time, she didn't hold me down, and I jumped away from her to my feet.
Or at least tried to, I fell on the hard floorboard, crawling away from her in fear.
"I-I'm dreaming, you're not real!" A felt a tug at my feet, focusing on the alien force only solidified what she claimed to be; a giant, fluffy tail wrapped itself around my feet, binding them together.
Before pulling me back across the floor, right towards the impossible being.
"You have no reason to fear me, darling~"
"YOU PUNCHED MY FACE!"
"... First of all, if you raise your voice at me again, I will break your pelvis. Second of all, I didn't even hit you that hard."
I swallowed, hard. I was frozen in terror under her, her figure a menacing tower. She was actually quite tall, a head more than me
She frowned at my reaction, but her expression softened shortly after, a small smile returning to her, "How could I be so stupid? This is happening too fast for you, isn't it?"
I didn't respond, I didn't even think of anything since she could read my mind, what an unfair power.
"Well, I'll explain everything as shortly as possible. The Red Thread connects us, you tied it around my statue which only proves the truth; you're my fated husband, and I'm your fated wife~"
...
Brain.exe has stopped working.
Once my poor head processed her words, I did the only thing I could in that moment; laugh. I laughed not because I found what she claimed funny or to mock her, I laughed because there was nothing else I could do. It was my last resort, my only defense mechanism in the face of madness.
"What's so funny? I'm serious. The red thread of fate is real," she narrowed her eyes at me as I calmed down, coughing a few times before clearing my throat.
"N-nothing. Honestly, this is fucking insane. A-and me? ME? P-lease! You're delusional as fuck if you think I'm yours, l-like what-"
"You're right, You're not mine...
"Yet~"
I froze again. Yet? What does she mean? What does she mean? What does she-
"Oof!" She dropped down onto me, returning us to how we were when she sent me into unconsciousness.
"W-what are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but..." she unclasped her silk belt, revealing her body to me.
A single drop of blood trickled out of my nose.
"I can't hold myself back anymore~" She threw her kimono aside, her breasts if full view. I've never seen a woman's body in real life, this is definitely a dream, definitely a dream-
Falling onto me, she angled her snout to the side and opened it wide, plunging down onto my mouth. I couldn't even scream due to how quick it happened, she bit down on my cheeks, and her tongue darted into my mouth quicker than the snap of the fingers.
"H-hmm?!" I stared in shock at the goddess, this was real, this was definitely real! Her eyes were closed in bliss, her tongue- "HMMM!"
It reached the back of my throat, sneaking down just before my Adam's apple. My face was so hot, everything was. Her fur was so warm against my skin, her tits so soft and heavy, pressed right against my naked chest. I could taste her, the sweetest thing I've ever had.
As she force-fed me her saliva, any resistance was sapped away from me. My body relaxed despite my desperate commands, as if I wasn't in control anymore. The entire world had disappeared, it was only me and her.
After what seemed like an eternity, she broke the deep French kiss, many strings of saliva connecting our mouths as we gasped for air, mostly me.
"How was it?" She asked calmly, enjoying my inability to voice what I was feeling, "I fucking loved it, and we'll do it a lot more~" She gave me another kiss, though it was a quick peck that time.
"I-I-I-I-"
"I had planned so much, you know?" She sighed, her tail wrapping around my legs, creating an inescapable cocoon of fluffy fur, "Why... why did you have to be so damn cute~?"
"H-hah," I breathed, still recovering from the draining kiss.
"I wanted to take it nice and slow, go the traditional route you humans idolize so much; a couple dates, a wedding, a honeymoon, and many others after the first one, but you just..." She grabbed my hands, interlocking our fingers once again before pushing them above my head, effectively preventing any possibility of escape.
She leaned in closer, licking me from the bottom of my neck all the way to my left earlobe, nibbling on the sensitive skin, "You're... irresistible~"
Then, she switched her hold from both hands to one, the now free one traveling down to my nether regions.
I gasped, "W-wait, s-stop-!"
"No," she sternly replied, the other hand gripping my now erect member through the fabric. I glanced down, discovering that the only piece that kept my decency was a pair of boxers.
I began hyperventilating, struggling against her impossible hold. She didn't even flinch, tightening her grip on my wrists and legs, the latter enjoying the constriction much more.
"I've waited for too fucking long, ever since I came into existence. If you can't accept your fate...
"I'll just have to break you... and build you back up~"
I writhed and twisted with all my might, but she simply kissed me again just as the first time, sapping away my will to resist despite what was happening. While she was subduing me much more than last time, her hand had pulled my undergarments down to my thighs before ripping them off entirely.
With my member freed, it sprang into action, hitting her buttocks with a quiet slap.
Finally, she separated our lips for the second time, leaving me gasping for air, "See? Your words betray your heart, darling~ You know you want- need this, you need me~" She kissed me again, this time not going as far. A few moments later, she stopped and continued, "And I need you, hubbie~ I need you so much~ I'm sorry, forgive me!"
She grabbed my rod, raising herself above it, rubbing the tip against her entrance. I was too entranced to speak or do a thing to stop her, but a part of me, a growing one, didn't want it to stop. It wanted more, it wanted to submit to her, to become hers.
Wasn't she also the goddess of fertility?
Once she got the tip in, she locked her eyes with mine. All around us was a blur, my full focus was only on her, only her.
"Are you ready~?" Without waiting for a reply that would never come, she dropped down in one, smooth go.
We screamed together in pain and pleasure; I broke what had to be her hymen, yes, a fucking Goddess' hymen, and she took my first time. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in my body firing off like a firework show, but my penis was in another plane of existence. Nothing could compare to the ecstasy that swallowed me whole.
"I-Inari-san-" She gave me another kiss, gazing lovingly into my eyes.
"N-now, that we are finally o-one, I am yours," she initiated a short, passionate kiss, my tip pushing into her womb the entire time, "And you are mine~"
"I-inariIII!!!" She began moving her hips up and down, never letting me a third of the way out of her. I threw my head back, letting out the most shameful sounds in my life. I didn't even know I was capable of such things.
I hadn't noticed she'd let go of my hands. I could move them freely, but I didn't have the mental power to do so. She used one hand to angle my head so I was facing her, the tip of her snout touching my nose.
"Don't turn away from me, darling~ I want to see all the cute faces you can make for me~"
At first, her pace was slow and gentle, taking her sweet time torturing my poor cock with her cruel cunt. But, as slowly as ever, she increased her speed, minimizing the height she raised herself before dropping down.
The shrine, a place of purity, was no longer pure. She'd taken my chastity, the plaps and claps of our lovemaking filled the room, the smell of sex the dominant scent.
"That's it, that's it~ Are you feeling good, hmm? I can make it even better!" She nipped on my neck, and all of a sudden I became infinitely more sensitive.
"AAAH! Y-yamete! P-pleeeease! St-aaaahp!"
"Oh? But you're smiling?" I was. A dumb, hazy grin was plastered across my face, my eyes unfocused and tearful.
"N-ngh!" She halted her assault, grinding her hips over mine, rotating around and stimulating my dick from multiple angles. At some point, she found my sensitive spot when I moaned a particularly high-pitched cry, and from then on that was where most of her focus was.
Consequently, that brought the encroaching orgasm all the quicker.
"I love you, I love you! I LOVE YOU~!" She cried, kissing me deeply for the third time, muffling my euphoric cries. I closed my eyes, succumbing to her will. She had me pinned to the floor, her hips the sole part that moved at a brisk pace, a blur was all that could be seen in that area. Yet, I felt every kiss I gave her end, her pussy attempting to draw me in more than what was possible, gripping me as if it was afraid that I would never return.
"M-mmm! Ngh!" I subconsciously thrusted back into her, and she smiled into the kiss.
Separating for the third time, she reeled her head back, her teeth bared and sharper than a Japanese knife, "Yes! YES! YES!!! Cum for me! I want to bear your children!"
Then, with one final thrust, I exploded inside her.
Our hips were airlocked, I poured months upon months worth of my essence into her womb, painting every corner white. I came for what felt like an eternity, my body melting like hot butter in her death grip. Her vagina pulsated with every jet of cum it swallowed, milking all I was worth for with every heartbeat. And all the while, she bit down into my neck, drawing blood and drinking it without a problem.
It was the happiest moment in my life.
Once I was drained of every last drop, she released my bleeding shoulder, licking the crimson drops leaking out of my body.
We huffed in exhaustion, the afterglow hitting me like a truck in an isekai.
"D-darling, I-I... Did I go too hard? I-I'm sorry if I hurt you!"
"That... was amazing."
She gasped in joy, giving me many pecks on the lips and across my face, "Oh, hubbie! I knew we were fated to be together! Kami and human, together forever!"
"F-forever?"
"Yes! Now that we became one, our souls intertwined. As long as I live, you can never die! Never!" She hugged me tight, including her cunt.
My erection hadn't come down.
"Ready for round two~?"
For the next few hours, she fucked me in every possible position she could dominate. She had broken me in our first time, but the rest was just for fun.
And that's how I became a fox goddess' husband.