A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil & Arreis)
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				Title: <strong>A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 04:30:25</strong>
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				To be a prince was to bear the loyalty of your people. To be a Crown Prince was to do so without regret and with a smile. Prince Hayato Asakura stood in a small chamber just off the cathedral. It was supposed to be a happy day or so most would argue. A wedding day between him and the princess of a small human land. Normally they would not garner the relation to a crown prince but they were desperate and their lands, though small, had highly valuable resources. And so the Kitsune would have been fools to deny the offer. Hayato would have dearly preferred if his younger brother had taken the woman as a wife but he would bear the burden. Though he reminded himself that it would not be a full burden. She would be beholden to him.<br><br>The humans were a rough people who feared the other races. They struck at those they did not understand and had gone to war with almost every race in the world that was not human in their long history. It was those wars that got them in this position though they had been peaceful as of late. Still it would be difficult for the Asakura prince to accept them. The old prejudices ran deep and he expected his bride to be would possess much of the same disdain over this. But he would have to show that she would kneel to him like any of his subjects would. It was only proper.<br><br>A last look in the mirror before walking out allowed him to assess himself. Hayato was dressed in a long flowing robe of the finest silk. The silver trim made it glitter in the light that came through the windows as it stopped just above the floor. His hair reached to slightly past his shoulders and was silver tipped with gold. This same color was featured on his nine tails which swayed behind him in a fan like shape. Beneath the robe he wore a tight shirt and loose pants just in case the robe opened before the appointed time tonight. The only other signs that he was not human were the golden eyes and the furry pointed ears that pivoted to hear any sound that attracted his attention.<br><br>Pleased with the look and getting a nod from on of his fellows he walked into the cathedral proper where spectators and family alike had gathered for this. A priest, a human one at that, stood to marry them and Hayato merely wished for this to be done with. He stood there waiting to go through the human rituals of marriage. He would show his wife the Kitsune way of marriage later tonight. At least that was promising to be more interesting than this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 18:17:44</strong>
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				Lillian Arctus had been raised the way a princess should be. Not spoiled and showered with gifts, but well taught in the affairs of her father's kingdom, and raised to know that it isn't a ruler's job to control the people however they may wish, but to serve and protect them as best they could. True, these were lessons often taught to the eldest son, but her father had no sons because her mother could not safely bear another child after Lillian had been born.&nbsp; However, knowing all this and knowing that her upcoming wedding was for the good of the people did nothing to calm the turmoil in her heart. If this had been an arranged marriage to another human things wouldn't be so bad. But she was to be wed to a kitsune. A fox. An <em>animal </em>. Yes she realized they weren't dumb brutes like most creatures, the fact they had a strong kingdom proved that, but it didn't change the fact that her husband wasn't human. Thus far her only comfort was that perhaps he emulated some of the human nobility and had concubines he would prefer over her allowing her to at least avoid that side of her marital duties. <br><br>Taking a deep breath she worked to calm herself, and forced a small smile onto her face as her handmaiden came in with a second maid to help prepare her for the ceremony that night. She could tell they were trying to reassure her as they brushed her long, dark auburn hair and helped her into a white silk dress with a flattering, yet modest bodice and long flowing skirt. Were this any other day she would have appreciated how elegantly it showed off her full breasts and slender figure. Today though she only wished it weren't so flattering. Still she kept her thoughts to herself as her hair was pulled back and held in place with a gold and mother of pearl hair comb and she slipped a pair of white silk shoes on her feet. As she left her room she saw the two servants exchange sympathetic looks, but what made keeping a brave face on hard was the sadness in her mother's eyes. None of them had wanted this for her. But with her father ill and no heir to take his place and the other human kingdoms desperate to get their resources, her marrying the kitsune was the best option for the kingdom and their people. Still, seeing that in her mother's eyes made it hard to not behave like a child and throw herself into her arms weeping and begging to have the decision changed. Instead, she tried to give her mother a reassuring smile and hugged her tightly in farewell before allowing the royal guard to escorts her out to the waiting carriage. <br><br>The trip wasn't long, though it felt that way as she wondered just how different things would be and prayed that she would never have to share a bed with him. The whole way there she did her best to calm her nerves and stifle her fear of the unknown enough that she could walk into her new home with her head held high and make a good impression for her people. Still when the carriage rolled to a stop and she heard the loud thumps as her trunks were taken down, she felt as from ready as she could be. It was difficult to bring herself to climb out of the carriage, and even harder to push herself to walk into the castle and allow herself to be led to where the ceremony was taking place. When she got there, she saw him already there and waiting before a human priest. Lillian felt some of her uncertainty drain from her at the sight of a friendly human face and a recognizable ceremony. Perhaps he wouldn't force her to share a bed with her after all. Hearing her name announced, she steeled herself to face her betrothed and strode down the aisle with a neutral expression on her face and her head held high. All she had to do, was say "I do." when the time came. There was nothing difficult about that. She could do this. As she came to stand beside her groom however she felt less sure. Her green eyes were drawn to his ears and tails, the parts that marked him as unhuman, and she found it difficult to hold onto to her resolve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 01:52:15</strong>
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				The Kitsune waited at the alter and scanned the crowd. The fox people who were present seemed tense since this was very much out of their depth. Most rituals that the kitsune observed were done after the moon came out. Luna was their patron goddess and they preferred to act under her light. Still a few spared glances towards the humans. Those same humans looked even more tense. This kingdom had fought the kitsune before many many years ago. None of the people here had been alive then except perhaps the most ancient of the fox kin. There was no open hostility. Not in the cathedral at least though there had been a few altercations along the way. Those renegades had been dealt with quickly and quietly.<br><br>When his bride appeared upon being called he took the time to look her over. She was pretty by human standards. There was something to be said for the ethereal beauty of his own race but perhaps she was attractive enough. For a human. A race that had seen fit to try and lay claim to more of the world than they were properly owed. At least now they were being brought to heel. These people did not know the power of the kitsune and even had the audacity to call them animals. Animals! He could not truly forgive them for thinking such a thing. Theirs was an elevated culture.<br><br>Regardless of that fact he kept his disdain in check as she came to the altar. She seemed unsure, as she well should be, but he offered little comfort. ad it not been in the best interest of his people to do this without blood he might have considered invasion. But enough people on both sides had died. This would just be the easiest way. As the priest began his speech Hayato listened but only enough to know his cues. His mind and his heart were far from this place. She was correct to assume he had concubines in the castle. It was customary after all but she was his bride. There would be a royal heir by her instead of by his own race. And that too forged some disdain in him. When the time came he met her eyes.<br><br>"I do," he told the crowd, the priest, and her that he accepted the marriage though only she and the priest could make out his narrowed eyes of discontent.<br><br>Perhaps she would run away from this responsibility and he could avoid this troublesome arrangement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 02:24:11</strong>
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				When the time came and his inhuman eyes met her own, she could see the disdain in them. She could tell he liked this just as little as she did. Still, that gaze would not be enough to make her abandon her duty. Her own gaze became cold as she tried to stare him down, and said "I do." The priest declared them husband and wife, and she felt any nervousness she had replaced by a sort of tired emptiness. She'd done it. Now all she had to do was live with the creature for the rest of her life. With her own room and a palace of this size, she could manage that simply by avoiding him for everything except public appearances. Speaking of appearances she knew that, for humans anyways, they were everything. The country could be falling to pieces bit by bit and as long as you made it appear like things would improve soon you could keep morale up long enough to have time to fix things. And standing staring down her new husband couldn't be making things look good. <br><br>"It's been a long day," she told him, speaking softly to keep their conversation as private as possible and it a tone that was coldly polite. "And if there is any celebration to be had, I am afraid I would make a poor hostess. Not to mention I'm sure you wish to be rid of my presence just as much as I wish to be rid of yours. So if I could have someone show me where my room is, I will retire for the night and you needn't see me until tomorrow." Lillian felt certain he wouldn't want to share a bed with her. Not with the way he'd looked at her. The only reason she intended to see him tomorrow was to discuss the affairs of both his current kingdom, and the kingdom he would inherit upon her father's death, and how best to run them and integrate them when the time came. She had no intentions of just sitting back and letting him run things how he saw fit. No, she intended to be involved every step of the way and to have a voice equal to that of his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 05:27:27</strong>
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				Their eyes met and they both shared a sense of disdain for one another and for this arrangement. The coldness in her eyes was only matched by his own. The words came quickly from her as they had from him. They were married and assorted clapping and cheers came from some in the audience. It was a short lived joy though. The prince walked with her out of the cathedral. A large reception had been planned but he had no intention of going. It was designed as a chance for the royal families to drink and be merry in hopes that it would quell nerves. The couple would not be making an appearance there both because they did not wish to and because he had no intention of letting her leave his sight just yet. They had things to discuss.<br><br>"I will show you to our room," he said with equally quiet politeness "and we will talk. You will not be rid of me nor I of you that easily. Not this night."<br><br>Hayato walked towards the palace with the cheering people behind them as he waved and entered the building. The kitsune walked alongside her guiding her to their wing of the palace. This was neither of their peoples capitals but rather the new city on the former border between their land. This was to be their home for a time. Their palace. It was decorated with great works of art from both races that contrasted each other. The graceful flowing strokes of the kitsune with the haphazard oddities of human taste. IT bothered him to see them placed on the same level as his people. But he stowed the anger away.<br><br>Their bedroom was simply massive with the large bed taking up only an eighth of the room. Expansive shelves and closets housed their large stores of clothing and personal items. This had been made with them both in mind. It had everything they might need besides a place to eat. Almost a home within their home. He moved towards a desk with multiple chairs.<br><br>"Sit, we need to discuss exactly how we will approach this marriage. I despise working with humans. You all tend to be too full of yourselves thinking that you can work on equal standing with a race far your senior. But for the sake of my people I took you as my bride. You will need to understand what that means. But, seeing as I am a kind fox, I will let you tell me your expectations of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 06:09:09</strong>
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				When he said 'our room' it became difficult not to let her calmness slip. She'd hoped them sharing a room wouldn't happen, though perhaps he could be persuaded to agree that neither would touch the other. After all, he could only be doing it to make the marriage appear to be a happy one. As they walked she was glad to see that despite his dictate for her kind there was still human artwork displayed. It appeared odd next to the kitsune items, but she supposed that since this was a halfway point compromises had to be made. <br><br>The room he led her to was massive. It easily rivaled the one she'd had growing up, and it felt almost the size of a small house. Lillian avoided looking at the bed or the closets where his and her clothes hung together. It was easier to remain calm if she didn't think about what was ahead that night. <br><br>Taking a seat, she folded her hands in her lap. From the way he was talking it sounded like she'd have to fight for the right to be involved in political matters. Especially if he saw her as childish compared to him. "I know what it means to do something for your people." she said coolly, "I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't. As for my expectations it's simple. I expect for us to appear happily wedded to our people, human and kitsune alike. Behind closed doors you can be as cold and uncaring as you like. I wouldn't expect any less considering we seem to share an equal distaste for this arrangement. I also ask that you give me all the information you can on your kingdom. How it has been run, how it is being run, what the economy is like and so on and so forth. I will be able to give you the same information about my own kingdom, though if you're any good at being a prince you should know some of it. In addition I <em>will </em> be running this kingdom with you whether you like it or not. I do not care if you think that as a human I am unqualified to to do so. I have not entered this marriage with the intention to be used as something you show off or hide away in shame. I entered it with the intention to continue helping my people and perhaps educating you and your vulpine kin about human custom and culture so you can understand your new human subjects. After all is it not arrogant of you to assume you can rule people who you do not fully understand?" <br><br>The whole while she spoke, her tone remained cold and calm and her gaze had held his steadily. Lillian got the feeling that if she was to be able to go head to head with her new husbamd, she'd have to learn to keep calm no matter what. If she lost her head, she wouldn't be able to cohesively argue her points and properly stand up him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>21-12-2015, 22:09:11</strong>
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				The fact that they would be sharing a room did not seem to bother her. At least not by her expression but he would be surprised if she was not simply suppressing that. She would not want to appear weak he assumed. The art seemed to catch her eye but she did not have the elevated eye that would make the kitsune works as appealing. Bah, humans.<br><br>She sat down as did he and he listened to her words. His hands tapped against one another idly as he took heed of what she said. He might agree with some of her sentiments but he would not make her privy to the goings on in his own nation.<br><br>"My people will handle their own business and I will help handle yours as well," he said "to tell you of our people would take more time than I have to offer. What you choose to research in your spare time is your business. I will likely be cold since you humans rarely prove worth the attention. You all act often without thinking and that is why we are where we are today. I do not presume to rule over a people I do not know but I can lead a people who need a firm guiding hand whether they realize it or not. And if you wish to truly help me rule then you will need to prove your worth to me over the next few days. From what I have known of humans you are not the people I should trust or expect great skill from. Perhaps you can be the first to prove me wrong."<br><br>Hayato leaned back in the chair letting his tails fan out behind him.<br><br>"You must know, however, that your primary duty in this marriage is to produce heirs. Our children will rule both kingdoms and we will need more than one. I hope you have prepared yourself for that duty for we shall begin our efforts tonight," he said completely straight faced.<br><br>He would rather have a kitsune wife and child but he would make do with what he had. At least she was easy enough on the eyes that he would not need to resort to illusion magic just to complete the act.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2015, 17:20:41</strong>
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				The only sign that giving him heirs might have bothered her any, was a slight thinning of her lips as they were pressed tightly together. Lillian wasn't prepared at all to sleep with the kitsune, as she would have been barely ready to sleep with a man of her own race. The goings on of a couple in their marital bed was not a topic of polite discussion and was not something that was ever expounded upon beyond the fact that it was those things that created children. Still, she did not want to seem weak or childish to her husband. Especially if she would have to prove herself to him in order to earn the right to rule with him. <br><br>"I know that I will be the one to change your mind." Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she continued "As for my wifely duties, I have to ask that we put it off until another night. I am tired, and you are still a stranger from a strange land. All I of know of you is your name, and that is only because the priest had said it during our wedding. You will be the first and only...man, that I share a bed with and I ask that I be given the chance to know you better first. If you keep a harem I would not mind you choosing to visit them instead." It was a feeble attempt. Lillian knew it even as she fell silent. But it was all she could think to do to try and hold off the inevitable. Sure she could giving any pretense of strength or lack of fear and flee, but he was no doubt faster and stronger and it wasn't likely she'd get very far. In her lap beneath the table where he could not see, she had her hands gripped tightly together to still their trembling. Even as her face remained calm, her heart thunded so loudly in her chest she was sure he could hear it. She was trapped like a rabbit cornered by a fox, and only his mercy (if he had any) could free her from the duty that held her there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>30-12-2015, 20:15:47</strong>
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				This woman was at least possessed of enough self-control to not comment on the need for heirs. The thinning of her lips might have been a sign of displeasure but he was not going to press it. She could feel how she chose but this was the way things were going to be. In fact she might simply be completely ignorant of wifely duties or anything other than what her father might have taught her about her failing country. A troublesome thought.<br><br>"Perhaps you will be," he said "I don't hold much hope however."<br><br>When she mentioned putting off the first night to another night he narrowed his eyes.<br><br>"It will not wait," he said "in the day we did as your people do. Tonight we marry as my people do. Together under the moonlight you will be bedded.&nbsp; You will have until nightfall to prepare yourself. More than that will not be offered. If you need rest then do so now. As for my harem they will remain as they are but I shall not often visit them until you are with child. That is simply the way it will be."<br><br>She was playing strong but he had the sneaking suspicion that she was merely wearing a mask. All humans were afraid of the unknown. It was a fact of life for them while the kitsune welcomed it. Perhaps that was because the kitsune were naturally stronger however. Or longer lived that they found less to fear. Regardless he waited for a reply from her. She would not escape his touch this night, It was simply a matter of course.
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				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 17:49:11</strong>
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				He wasn't going to let her remain untouched, that much was clear, and she had to take a deep breath before speaking to keep her voice from wavering. "I see. If there is no avoiding it, then I would like to be left alone to prepare. If you're as intelligent as the stories say you are then you'll know I won't have anywhere to run to in your absence. No doubt the carriage I came in is gone, and I would be disgraced if I tried to flee now." Lillian's heart was pounding hard in her chest now from fear and from nervousness, and though her face was calm she felt certain he could hear it too. "If you leave me be until nightfall, I promise that I shall be ready for you." Only now did she look away to get up, and slipped through a door that clearly led to an attached bathroom. <br><br>She didn't bother looking around the room as she shut and locked the door behind her, she just needed to be away from him so she could be weak for a moment. With her back against the door she slid down to the floor, silent tears sliding slowly down her cheeks now that she was no longer being scrutinized. Lillian couldn't see any way that she could ever be prepared to let him bed her, she wasn't even sure how to be prepared to let a man of her species do so! But she'd made a promise, and she knew that even if she tried to break that promise he'd still take what he wanted. Sitting there she pulled the comb out of her hair and freed it from its pins so that it fell down her back and around her face in unruly curls. The comb and pins were placed in her lap so she didn't lose them, but she did so absently as her mind continued to whirl and race. <br><br>Perhaps she could ask him to be gentle this first time. No, doing so would likely show that she was still terrified and she'd likely lose respect she hadn't even earned yet making harder to prove herself. At least he knew he was her first, so he wouldn't expect her to be knowledgable, but if he chose to be rough would she be able to handle it? She didn't know. She wouldn't know until night fell and she was forced to walk willingly into his arms. Swallowing hard she swiped away the pent up tears that had only now begun to fall and told herself she'd been in here long enough. There would be time to cry later if she needed it, but right now she had to do what she could to prepare herself for her husband. Picking up the comb and pins, she stood and exited the bathroom. On her way to the closet she set the pins on a dressing table where her brush had already been placed, and looked through her clothing. In the back with the rest of her usual nightwear, was a sheer, short silk nightdress that her mother had given her when her betrothal was announced and said it would specifically be for this night. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled it down, and she draped it over the back of one of the chairs near the desk. Whether he was still in the room or not she didn't know. She was so focused on readying herself and preparing herself emotionally at least that she wouldn't have noticed. Reaching around she managed to undo the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor for her to step out of. After it, the slip underneath came off and she was left utterly naked. Snatching up the nightdress she slid it on, though it was little better than being naked. The thin fabric clung to her body in ways her usual clothes never did and left her full breasts and slender curves readily available for her husband's perusal, while the hem barely reached past her womanhood and, as she could feel a slight breeze back there, left the lower curve of her rear exposed. <br><br>Picking up her clothes she folded them neatly and set them aside to be taken and washed the next day and then sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't think she should bother with brushing her hair, he wouldn't notice or care after all. With her hands folded in her lap, she waited. Perhaps she could have tried to sleep some, but with how tightly wound her nerves were she doubted sleep would have actually come. Sitting there she did everything she could to try and calm herself and quell the fear rising inside her.&nbsp; She tried to tell herself that maybe this would be over quickly, or perhaps something would come up that would prevent him from joining her. But for every optimistic thought, there were hundreds of pessimistic ones saying that he wouldn't be done quickly, of course nothing so important as to keep him away would come up, he was going to treat her roughly and mate with her like a beast mates with another beast, and there was no way he'd care about how she felt or that this was her first time. <br><br>So, as the sun finally sank below the horizon and the world outside grew dark, she felt even less ready than she had when they'd first been talking. Lillian wouldn't deny him, but she didn't know if she had the courage and strength to stand and greet him as his wife. Although, if she didn't he might think she wasn't actually prepared. Summoning up what little bravery there was in her, she made herself stand. Her legs felt weak and she was sure they trembled, though if they did there was nothing she could do about it. Standing there, she waited in the darkness for him to come for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 07:32:44</strong>
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				"You will be left alone," he said "I will grant you that. If you need the assistance of a maid or the like they are at your call. We have employed a few humans who will answer specifically to you."<br><br>Hayato looked her over. It was not with eyes of lust but eyes of appraisal. He was reading her reaction to this news. Looking for the weakness he assumed would be there. And because he sought it he could find it. She was skilled at masking it. More than he had expected but the signs of fear and nervousness were not easy to hide. When her gaze left his and she slid into the side room.<br><br>The prince himself left to go to the communal baths that kitsune often used. He stripped, for the kitsune adored the naked form and were not ashamed of showing it, and slid into the waters. He was not alone and a few men and women were there. The talk of the baths was, of course the wedding. A few congratulated him, as was custom, but most idly chatted to him about what he was planning on doing. The kitsune way would have him take her that night. A few of them discussed his new wife as compared to other women that had either been in the royal harem or were otherwise popular.<br><br>It was a tiresome conversation he thought as he washed himself. Though he was not truly pleased that his wife was a human he could at least be pleased that she was beautiful by most standards. Hayato would likely not admit that thought to her, he had already made his stance clear, but it would make this easier. She would not, he suspected, be a submissive wife who did what her husband wanted. So perhaps she could follow through on her talk of proving the worth of humans. He would get his first chance to test that tonight. He had no intention of being any more gentle with her than he was with others. She had already dealt with his civil side. If she was going to prove herself worthy she would need to be able to handle his primal and more bestial side. He would not take his fox form tonight, that was much too soon, but she would see his true strength.<br><br>When the time came he walked the halls and dimmed their lantern light. The servants were made aware that they were not to be interrupted unless the palace itself was under attack. He entered their room where the moonlight came in through the windows high up on the wall. And he saw her there on the bed. Her clothes were thin and did little to hide the curves her dress had managed to. She was, indeed, quite beautiful. Hayato himself was only clad in a robe, as he often was, as he walked towards her.<br><br>"I see you are here standing and waiting for me," he said as he stood in front of her "are you as prepared as you can be?"<br><br>A question he knew the answer to if her shaking legs were anything to go by but he would still ask. He might not particularly like humans but he saw no reason to make the woman he would be forced to be with for a long time hate him indefinitely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>06-01-2016, 18:40:47</strong>
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				Lillian gave him a small nod as she stood, and did everything she could to try and steady herself. "Yes, I am." she replied, a slight tremor in her voice despite her best efforts. But, despite her uncertainty and the obvious signs that she was nervous and afraid she didn't back down. Taking a step towards him she forced herself to look into his eyes. "As I told you before, you will be the first to ever share a bed with me. I know not what I am supposed to do." She continued moving towards him, only stopping when she was standing closer to him than she'd stood to any man other than her father. "But if you are willing to teach me tonight, than I shall be your willing student." There was an honest innocence in her eyes as she looked at him and told him she'd accept his touch despite her aprehensions.<br><br>Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she searched his face for some kind of reaction. Would he be angry that she knew nothing? Would he laugh and mock her? She knew it wouldn't be enough to make him walk away, there was still no telling what he would do. In hopes of showing him that she meant what she said about being willing, she reached out and took hold of his hand. That was as far as she'd gotten with a suitor, and they'd never stood so close when their hands had been linked. But perhaps even initiating this chaste touch would be enough to prove that she meant what she said. To prove that despite the tremor in her legs and voice, despite the nervousness that made her heart feel as though it might burst free from her chest, she would not back down or turn him away. She might not be as prepared as a woman with experience, but she was as prepared as she could be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>13-01-2016, 23:24:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hayato took the nod in stride as she tried to control the clear signs of uncertainty. She was very clear that she had never done this before. They were eye to eye now as he looked over the woman in her thin covering. There was a telltale innocence to her. He sighed a little not out of frustration but to alleviate her tension hopefully.<br><br>"I shall teach you then," he said "but you will understand that eventually I will expect you to simply act. Humans may not have the same primal connection that we kitsune do but your instincts will account for more than you think."<br><br>He squeezed her hand but not terribly hard to at least let her believe he was being kind. These were hoops he needed to jump through and he had no intention of making her angry or malcontent just yet.<br><br>"So for now, disrobe," he told her "and sit on the edge of the bed."<br><br>Assuming she did so he would remove his robe as well. She would see the toned muscles that made up his chest contrasted by the light covering of white fur that was barely distinguishable from his equally pale skin. Nine tails fanned out behind him each swaying a different direction it seemed. What her eyes might naturally be drawn to, however, was the sheath between his legs. It was clearly not human in design but more canine. The head of his length was visible as he moved closer to her.<br><br>"Take the time to use your hands," he said firmly but with a hint of care in his tone "get used to the feel of me. It is something you will not soon be without."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 07:24:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he squeezed her hand she felt some of her anxiousness retreat and thought that perhaps he would show her some kindness after all. Somewhat relieved by this thought, it made undressing for him easier. As she sat on the bed she felt her cheeks start to burn as she saw a naked man for the first time. Her eyes slide over his pale skin, eventually finding their way to his sheath. Something had begun to slip free, but her eyes didn't linger there long as they moved back up to his face out of embarrassment. With her sitting on the edge of the bed, and him standing before her, her face was almost level with the sheath between his legs. <br><br>At his request that she touch him, she found all she could do was nod. Despite the fact he was clearly not human, the closeness of his bare body was having an effect on her. Her heart was pounding harder than she could have ever thought was possible, and as she reached out to brush her fingers timidly over his stomach she squeezed her thighs together tightly to try and quell the strange tingling that was happening in her womanhood. She could feel the soft fur that was hardly noticeable when looking at him. Hesitantly her hands explored his stomach and chest as far up as she could reach, trying to avoid going lower as long as she could. However, as her fingers continued their exploration, and he did nothing to rush her, she gradually grew bolder. Inch by inch they moved lower to his thighs, trembling ever so slightly as they did so. Lillian told herself she'd have to do this eventually. After all he'd said they'd be sharing a bed until she gave him an heir...And there was no telling how long that might take. Eventually, her fingers found their way to his sheath. <br><br>Lightly they slid over it as if she was unsure of what she was doing. It was strange to say the least, especially the bit of flesh she saw peeking from it. Resting her palms lightly against his thighs she looked up at him, her gaze questioning as she looked for guidance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 08:15:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was at least somewhat at ease now. The princess undressed with somewhat less of the nervousness that had been so evident when she was standing. He took in the sight of her entirely naked even as she did him. His eyes looked over the fullness of her breast topped with perfectly perky nipples. The slender waist that resulted in the smooth curve of her hips. She was pristine and he knew that she had never been with a man. Never would be with another. And that, perhaps more than almost anything else, excited him.<br><br>As she nodded he felt her fingers begin to explore. She stuck to his upper body as best she could and she did not look at his sheath. Her hands were soft and gentle as they glided over him and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. She was inexperienced but her touch was soothing in and of itself. The innocence made it all the sweeter. His eyes opened as she lightly touched his sheath before resting her hands on his thighs. Her look told him she needed guidance and he was willing to offer it.<br><br>"Follow my lead," he said with a nod.<br><br>The prince lightly squeezed the base of his sheath, right where his balls were, and slowly moved his hand up to the slowly growing shaft. It was no longer simply the head but a good three inches of flesh now. He stroked it softly at first but with some greater speed and firmness. He pulled his hand free and back to his side.<br><br>"Do as I have done, and if you feel bold do not hesitate to lick at and around the tip," he told her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>14-01-2016, 19:11:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched intently as he freed more of his flesh from the sheath and stroked it. It didn't seem so hard to do, though how this would lead to them producing an heir she didn't know. As that strange feeling in her core persisted, she pressed her thighs more tightly together, and took hold of him to follow his example. It was warm, and the skin was soft while the flesh was hard. It was unlikely anything she'd ever touched, and as she stroked him she found that the feel of it against her skin was oddly enjoyable. Her rhythm wasn't as smooth as his had been, but her grip that had started out soft and hesitant had become firm as this difference in their bodies had started to intrigue her.<br><br>He'd mentioned she could lick it if she liked, and if she were being honest with herself it was an interesting idea. The idea of letting her mouth touch a man anywhere but his cheek sent a thrill through her. It was something she never would have thought of on her own, and even though he was her husband now it still felt like she was breaking some rule as she considered it. Her teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip as she thought it over, and eventually she came to the conclusion that it didn't seem like it would hurt her and that only they would know. Besides, if she didn't like it she doubted she'd ever have to do it again.<br><br>Lillian slid closer to him so she sat on the very edge of the bed. With one hand still resting on his thigh and the other stroking him, she took the smallest taste of him by lightly flicking her tongue against the tip. It tasted like skin and something else she couldn't identify that wasn't wholly unpleasant. Satisfied with this, she slid her tongue over the tip more slowly, feeling that thrill run through her again and gather at her core. By now her body had made its desire known with her hard nipples and the slightest quickening of her breath. It seemed that even though her heart and mind considered him a best, her body still saw just another man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>17-01-2016, 07:01:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She seemed utterly fascinated with him as he gave her the basic tutorial. It was almost embarrassing to have to teach this to his wife. Kitsune were intuitively able to understand what needed to be done. Their body simply knew. He saw her thighs tighten together. Clearly she was getting aroused by all of this. It was to be expected if he was her first man. Hayato allowed himself to enjoy the soft feeling of her hands gliding over his length. She was inexperienced but she seemed more enthusiastic than he expected so it was pleasing all the same.<br><br>Her lips came down and he saw her bit her lower lip for a moment. She was thinking about it. Wondering how it would taste. Wondering if she should do it. And she did as she licked the tip very lightly. His body responded by giving her more of his flesh to work with. Lilian seemed to like the flavor, or at least not disdain it, as she took her tongue over the head more eagerly.<br><br>"Take it in slowly," he said "savor it like a meal and be rewarded."<br><br>His tails, formerly behind him, now moved at his command. Two tails gently wrapped around each leg and slowly tried to open her legs. Two more tails moved to softly rub against her breasts and nipples while one more tail attempted to slid between her legs and use the mixture of flesh and the fur around it to rub her clot softly. If she was going to be willing then she deserved to be rewarded by him making her feel just as good. He was not an improper man. It was simply courtesy rather than genuine affection he told himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2016, 03:12:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian took his advice to savor his flesh to heart as her tongue gave him a longer, slower lick. She didn't fight him as his tails coaxed her legs apart, and she spread them for him letting him see how wet she'd become. The feel of his soft fur gliding over her flesh sent shivers down her spine, and thinking to taste him more fully she took his hardness into her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke him as her tongue stroked and rubbed what little she'd wrapped her lips around.&nbsp;<br><br>As his tail began to stroke her clit she groaned low in her throat. Her legs spread a little wider for him and her hips pushed into his touch as much as they could showing that there was instinct buried in there somewhere. It was merely stifled by the strict rules and limits that humans felt kept them separate from other animals. But as he drove her pleasure steadily higher she found it harder to think or to even fully remember why she'd been so nervous. He was gentle and he was making her feel good in a way she hadn't known was possible. Her fears and anxiety began to melt away as the gentle stroking of his tail made her squirm. Soft moans tumbled freely from her lips and the eyes she gazed up at him with had grown a shade darker in desire. For now at least, she was warm and inviting towards him and showed none of the cold disdain from earlier. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 21:57:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hayato regarded her yet again as his tails began their work. She did not fight him but rather seemed to open herself to him. He wondered idly if she was simply going along with this or if she was truly enjoying it. That thought was quickly answered as he saw how hard her nipples were getting coupled with the wetness one tail began to rub against. Lilian took more of him into her mouth as he continued his attentions. The tail rubbing her clit earned a moan he felt vibrate across his flesh.<br><br>His hands moved towards her head and ran through her hair softly but they quickly began to try gently coaxing her into taking more of him in. The tail between her legs began focusing on her clit while another moved to gently enter her. It was not deep and mostly she would feel the fur and the soft flesh of the tip of the tail beneath it. He was still preparing her for her deflowering and he knew this was the easiest way to get her accommodated before the actual act.<br><br>Their eyes connected and he offered a smile before giving her a few faint moans that could tell her he enjoyed her attentions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 09:56:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian let his hands coax her into taking more of his manhood into her mouth. Her tongue continued to lick and stroke the length of his shaft as she moved her head slowly. She groaned softly as his tail slid into her tight pussy, it was a strange feeling to have something inside her...But at the same time it sent a rush of pleasure through her, and her walls twitched and tightened around the tail as he continued to tease her clit. Looking up at him and hearing that soft moan only served to further help her relax and stop her from worrying. Although, as he continued to touch her with his tails she felt all that pleasure inside her quickly building up to something. The hand on his thigh held it tighter as the feeling grew, and her sucking became less focused as it claimed all her attention. Just as she felt like she couldn't handle anymore and was about to ask him to stop, it reached its peak and shattered inside her. <br><br>The sharp cry of pleasure her climax forced from her was muffled by the cock still filling her mouth, and the walls of her pussy clenched hard around his tail. Lillian felt like she was drowning in the sudden surge of pleasure, and the hand on his thigh further tightened its hold of its own accord as her body tightened and trembled. When it passed she felt a little dazed, and a little breathless, but there was a part of her that wanted more of that. Trying to gather her muddled and scattered wits, she started sucking him a little harder as she wondered if she could bring him to that same release.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 23:27:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hayato was well aware of how quickly she was adapting. Her mouth proved entirely willing to take more of him inside her even as her tongue and hand continued to caress multiple parts of his shaft. A quick learner perhaps too. The groan she let out vibrated along him as his tail lightly prodded inside her. She was wet, that much he could easily tell, as he pushed ever so slightly inside her. The best part, he knew, about the fur on his tail is that doing this could let his soft fur rub against her clit with little effort.<br><br>Her hand grew tight on his thigh as she lost focus on his length. He recognized what was happening as she cried onto him. He held her head in place as she tightened on his thigh and around his tail. With his tails and arms she trembled but was in no danger of falling. Then she began to suck him with greater intensity than before. He looked down at her and tried to meet her eyes. If she wanted to go on like this he would indeed climax as well. Thankfully he was able to stave off his knot. That was meant for when he took her properly and with some effort he could avoid the more canine reaction for now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 00:03:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian looked up at him, her gaze still a little unfocused as his tail continued to tease her. Her mouth continued to suck him hard as her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft. Pulling her mouth off his shaft she asked, "Is this all there is to it?" She wrapped her lips back around his cock and as she waited for his response, she couldn't help feeling like she already knew the answer. Even with his tail still inside her, her womanhood ached for something more. Judging by the way the ache grew worse and her walls twitched whenever she looked at his hardness, she could venture a guess at what was missing. He was thicker than his tail though, and while that had slid in easily she didn't think the flesh she held in her hand would slide in as smoothly. <br><br>She kept her thoughts to herself though, choosing trust his guidance and have faith that he would continue being gentle no matter what came next. In the meantime she continued to suck on him, bobbing her head at a moderate pace while her hand stroked what she felt she couldn't fit. Her eyes remained fixed upon his own all the while, wondering what his answer would be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 00:14:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hayato kept his eyes on her as his tail kept teasing her. She was working on his cock even harder as he felt himself grow ever closer. Then she stopped. He let out an extended groan of complaint as she spoke then she returned to her work.<br><br>"No, this is simply to prepare both myself and you for the actual act," he said "I will take your virginity. Surely you understand that?"<br><br>It was not a judging tone before he went quiet. He closed his eyes as his tail mainly focused on her clit to keep her going as he felt his orgasm come over him. He would have warned her but he had just spoken and could not process words this time. Lilian would quickly feel his cock throb before her mouth was made entirely aware of his warm cum shooting into her mouth. Hayato shivered a little as he tightly held onto her shoulders. She could either drink the seed or pull back and likely have it land on her face. He was in no position to tell her what to do as he let out his large load.<br><br>He panted a little before he opened his eyes as the last of his seed was released for his first climax. Hayato looked at Lilian as his tail moved away from her womanhood.<br><br>"That is the end of our introduction," he said as he took a step back "so you will need to get on the bed. Preferably on your hands and knees."<br><br>He knew humans mostly did this on their back the first time but his primal urge demanded this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 00:44:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian didn't get a chance to respond as her mouth was filled with a thick, salty fluid. More out of surprise than real desire to do so, she swallowed it down before sliding her mouth off him. The taste lingered in her mouth as she nodded and climbed onto the bed. Getting on her hands and knees she instinctively fell into the right position with her chest pressed against the bed and her rear raised high. Consciously she only considered that it was more comfortable than kneeling with her arms straightened and her back held straight as a board. <br><br>A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she waited for him to join her on the bed. Her eyes fell once more on his hard length and she wondered if her earlier assumptions were right..And if they were, if having something of that size inside her would hurt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 07:07:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lilian did not seem to hesitate in swallowing it down. True to form she was either surprised or simply too deep now to care. He liked that in the moment as he took his step back and watched her swallow the last of his seed. His wife wasted little time laying her head down and raising her, he had to admit, quite beautiful bottom into the air. She shivered and he saw her eyeing his still hard shaft as he began to move. He climbed onto the bed and moved behind her. He ran his hands over her butt to get a good feel for her. Even while he did that she would surely feel his canine length right against her exactly where she thought.<br><br>Then he grasped her hip with one hand while the other guided his cock. He slowly pushed the tip in. Once he was settled his hand moved opposite the other and he thrust. With that one thrust she would lose her virginity and he would have a small amount of himself inside her tightness. He paused there for a moment with all of his willpower to let her adjust just a little to the feeling. Once a few moments had past he began to find his rhythm making sure that at first he was doing some shallow thrusts to get her adjusted to his size.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 07:31:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of his hands on her backside sent little shivers through her, though it was the way his hardness pressed against her that heightened her anticipation and made it suddenly difficult to breathe. Then he was pressing against her, and in one thrust he was inside. Lillian gasped softly at the sudden feeling of fullness and the brief, sharp pain that came with it. She felt stretched in a way she hadn't thought possible, and yet...She liked it. It only got better as he moved a little, and the thickness of his shaft rubbed her in ways his tail couldn't making her all but melt beneath him. <br><br>A low moan tumbled from her lips as her hips arched towards him of their own accord, and she gave into the urge to let her eyes drift shut. With his small motions it was creating a slower, deeper build than the one before that both relaxed and excited her. If she'd known it would be like this before hand she wouldn't have been quite so nervous.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>01-02-2016, 02:07:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hayato was not one to waste time as he positioned himself behind her. She shivered just slightly and he smiled. It was good that she was enjoying this already as he started to pushed himself inside. The gasp came with the pain, he assumed, but it seemed to subside as he started moving once more. She was incredibly tight around him, as he expected from his virginal wife, but she would grow used to him before long he suspected. The slow motions caused her back to arch and he was quite pleased with the result.<br><br>Hayato began to grow more bold as he made harder thrusts to push himself deeper and make her take in more. His hand, previously on her hips, now moved forward as he found his pace. They traced her side until he squeezed her breasts letting his palms rub against her niples as he thrust into her from behind. Hayato did not moan but he had a low guttural growl rising in the air as he grew more heated. The pheromones a mating kitsune gave off would promote some level of comfort. So he hoped, at least, that she would not be bothered. At this point he would not stop if it did though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2016, 05:04:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian felt him sink in deeper as his thrusts became more forceful, but rather than be shocked or wondering how much more there would be she found herself shamelessly moaning. She groaned as he squeezed her breasts, his palms sending sharp slivers of desire through her as they brushed her nipples. Though she heard his growl she hardly acknowledged it as the pleasure she got from having him inside her great steadily larger. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she moaned and moved beneath him, her hips seeming to know to push back against him each time he sank in. While his pheromones, though she didn't know that was the faint smell in the air, certainly helped to keep her from remembering what he was, it wouldn't have mattered if they didn't. She was too overwhelmed by the new sensations that came with sharing a bed for the first time and too distracted by those alone to remember Hayato wasn't human. <br><br>"I can't believe..How good this is..." she said, her words interspersed with moans as she struggled to think enough to speak. If she were able to use her mind completely she would have added that she couldn't understand why it was forbidden outside marriage. Why deny yourself something that felt so indescribably good? With how everyone tip toed around the subject she thought it would be terrible. That what went on was painful and too terrifying to talk about. Right now though, all she could do to show her enjoyment was moan for him and let her body do all the thinking for her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 08:00:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hayato was making sure Lilian was taking everything in stride. Part of him worried she might get angry or in pain and attempt to lash out at him. It would be futile but he would have to deal with an annoyance. Luckily none of those things came to pass and instead she was happily moaning as he filled her and squeezed her breasts. Rather than fight him she moved her hips in perfect time to let him go deeper. She was more than a willing participant now he was well aware.<br><br>His fingers caressed her breasts but now began to lightly pinch and rub her nipples more intently. He knew them to be sensitive though he was unsure just how much so for her. Her broken words only managed to entice him further as he enjoyed this.<br><br>"Good, I've barely begun," he said with a slight laugh.<br><br>Then one hand left her breasts to return to her waist. He pulled back so that most of his cock was free from her. Then the kitsune thrust hard and deep into such that her breasts swayed in his grasp and the bed whined from the force exerted. Hayato began to use sharp forceful motions to make Lilian feel every inch of himself as he went from soft and gentle to hard and rough. As time passed his wife would begin to feel the telltale swelling of his knot forming at the base of his cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 18:28:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden change in his thrusts had her whimpering and clutching the bedsheets harder as the pleasure inside her built more rapidly. It wasn't long until she was crying out sharply in pleasure as her walls squeezed around him. It felt like too much as he pounded into her through her climax causing her to roll immediately into another once the first ended. Her body trembled under him as her hips jerked and bucked, eagerly accepting everything he gave her while still trying to take more. Lillian was too overwhelmed and her mind too muddled for her to notice right away that part of his manhood was swelling and growing larger. She didn't know what it was, and she couldn't pull enough wits together to ask. Not only that, but it was easy to dismiss as even though it slowly stretched her wider each time it slid in, she was wet enough and aroused enough that any pain from it never became more than a slight ache. <br><br>"Please..." she whimpered, seeking a chance to catch her breath and collect her thoughts but unable to fully articulate that as he took her roughly. It didn't occur to her naive mind that it could be seen as a request for something else. She thought he'd understand what she was asking for and let her have a short break before they continued. The constant pleasure and rapid climaxes had left her more sensitive than when they began, which meant that she felt every thrust more now than when he'd first buried himself inside her. There was no way for her to ignore the way the base of his shaft was growing, especially as it only kept getting larger. Desperately wanting him to slow down and let her breath a moment, she whimpered out a second please. This time though she accidentally said it just as the part of him that was swelling pushed its way inside again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 18:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lilian was utterly inexperienced so he was unsurprising when he felt her cry out and tighten around him. Whether blessing or curse, however, he continued his motions ensuring that second orgasm coursed through her in short order. She jerked and bucked under his grip as the kitsune kept his pace making sure she felt him continue to press deeply into her. His knot was forming and pressing into her as it sought to lock the two of them together. Perhaps she simply didn't care that he was going to knot her or she was too far gone to consider it. Either way it was coming.<br><br>As she whimpered not once but twice he merely gave her what he assumed she wanted. His knot entered her causing her to stretch some to accommodate it. His rough thrusts grew less powerful as he could no longer pull himself free but now he knew exactly what she wanted. Without even a moment's hesitation Lilian would feel his cock twitching inside her as he released his thick seed inside her. He knew she would feel full since, with his knot in place, she would be forced to take it all. He moaned aloud as he held her hips in place. They would be stuck together like this for some time now. Perhaps she would regain her wits or, alternately, she might simply pass out from the exhaustion of such a first experience.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>09-02-2016, 17:38:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian's breath hitched as his knot stretched her further, though it was shortly followed by a low groan as she felt something hot and thick spill into her, and the small primal portion of her brain knew it was this that would create their child. With nowhere for it to go, she felt uncomfortably full and wondered hazily why he didn't pull himself out. Experiencing all of this for first time did indeed leave her exhausted. But, just as she drifted off it occurred to her that she'd just shared a bed with an animal...And enjoyed. No doubt she'd feel all the shame and embarrassment that came with that realization in the morning. As she fell asleep her body went limp underneath him, held up only by his hands on her hips. <br><br>Her dreams that night were a muddled, confusing mess. One moment she was proving herself better than her husband and his kind, the next she was melting under his touch again. She hated him, wanted nothing to do with him, and yet she'd loved the way he touched her. It was perplexing and she didn't understand how she could despise him so much, but forget about it the moment he touched her breasts or her womanhood. Not only that, but what kind of woman was she if she dreamed about some beast intimately touching her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>12-02-2016, 19:36:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lilian took to him well. He breath held as his knot filled her and she soon felt him empty his seed into her. It was a rush that he rarely felt and certainly not with a human. There was, perhaps, some added enjoyment to that. That and the fact that she had been so fiesty before and now she was utterly willing. It was the personality clash that melted away that intrigued him. Regardless however he felt her go limp beneath him. Making the best of the situation he moved to lay on his side which, in turn, made her remain against his chest. He held her there until both she was asleep and his knot went down to the point he could free himself.<br><br>Once he was free he soon drifted off to sleep himself. His dreams, however, were filled with more heated encounters. The animosity boiling beneath them exploding as they had sex. A sort of primal fury shared between them that was not true anger, perhaps, but pent up emotion waiting to burst. There was an undeniable passion in those dreamed moments. Something that he longed for. Perhaps Lilian could provide that. Perhaps humans were not entirely useless.<br><br>The dawn would come, however, and the prince slowly opened his eyes to the woman still in his arms. He released her and quickly sat on the edge of the bed.<br><br>"Wake up Lilian," he said looking over his shoulder "the day begins early for us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 09:32:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lillian wasn't used to waking so early, so as she woke up sleep clung to her a little bit and made her forget for a moment where she was. Then when she looked over and saw Hayato, it all came rushing back. Her face burned as she recalled the way she'd acted, how she hadn't even tried to resist. Shame and disgust washed over her in waves, creating confusion as the desire to have him was still there and refusing to be put out by her other emotions. Sitting up she decided to behave as if nothing had happened. No doubt he would do the same. "What matters are we attending to today?" she asked, her manner distant and aloof as she headed to their shared closet. Though she wasn't as cold as she was the day before, it was still apparent she was attempting to keep distance between them as she pulled on one of her own robes. "I need to know so I can dress appropriately." <br><br>As she waited for his answer she did her best to calm down and convince herself that there was no point in dwelling on what had happened. She just needed to stop liking it from now on and no longer be such an active participant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 20:33:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He caught the look on her face as she burned crimson. Her expression told him exactly how she felt about this whole thing. If that was to be her reaction so be it. The kitsune stood, still naked, and walked toward their shared bathing room.<br><br>"We will be visiting a city on the border between our countries," he said as he stood at the door "there we will hear from a few representatives of the nobility for each race and, hopefully, quell fears of a brewing war."<br><br>She had pulled on a robe as she spoke.<br><br>"Dress in something fine," he said with a shrug "I will match myself to your choice to make things simple and to give the image of a unified couple. The people need to at least see that to prevent a fight."<br><br>With that he opened the door to the bathing room.<br><br>"I'll be taking a bath," he said then looked over his shoulder with a wicked smile "you're welcome to join me if you want more of what you had last night <em>wife</em>."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Murvoen</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 21:24:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cheeks flared red again at his invitation. There was part of her, the part she was trying to quell, that found the offer enticing and sent a shiver down her spine. The rest of her however was determined to prevent what had happened last night, or at least her enjoyment of it, from ever occurring again. "I think I'll have to pass." she said stiffly, doing her best not to let her eyes travel any lower than his face. It was too difficult to manage, and she turned away to look through her dresses before she gave in to temptation. <br><br>Lillian settled on a dark green dress with gold designs embroidered on the bust, the cuffs of the sleeves, and on the hem of the skirt. She began dressing, putting on a slip before sliding on the petticoat that would give the dress's skirt its shape. The dress was one that laced in back, and she stubbornly struggled to do it herself instead of walking into the bathroom to see if her husband would help her or would get someone to come assist her. Still, she eventually succeeded and sat at the vanity to brush her hair and decide what to do with it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Union Made for a Purpose, Not Love (Gil &amp; Arreis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gilgameshian</strong> on <strong>22-02-2016, 07:14:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The redness of her cheeks only served to make his victorious smile wider as he closed the door behind him just after hearing her denial. Oh she was proving to be a delight to toy with. At least it was something to do with his time besides working and studying the affairs of the kingdom.<br><br>He bathed in warm water letting it soothe his muscles and elevate him to a calmer state of mind. Considering the night before it was a welcome change to have complete clarity. She had been entirely accepting last night. This morning probably brought her shame or embarrassment. He felt the smile appear again as he thought on that. But he had to leave the bath eventually and he could not mull over that the whole night.<br><br>When he left the bathing room he was wearing a robe as he pushed his hair back from his eyes. His tails, still wet, hung behind him with less pep than normal. As he saw her dress he walked to his own wardrobe and decided on a forest green shirt trimmed in gold matched by equally green pants that had a hole in the design for his tails. Over that he wore a loose cloak of black and white that was emblazoned with the image of his family which was a grey circle with nine white tails arrayed from the center.<br><br>"Do you wish to eat or cast more blushing looks my way," he asked.
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