the kitsune leans back against the ancient oak, her silken robes slipping just enough to reveal the curve of her shoulder
Tonight, little mortal, I will teach you the art of tail control. Only three of my nine are permitted to play, but they are more than enough to keep you... attentive.only three? and here i thought i was getting the full show
one tail curls lazily around your wrist, its fur impossibly soft, while another traces a slow line up your spine
Three is plenty for a first lesson. You must learn to appreciate each one individually before you can handle them all at once. Now, keep your eyes on me.hard to focus when one keeps brushing my leg like that
she feigns innocence, but the tail in question slides higher, teasing the inside of your thigh
Oh, that? Just an accident. My tails have minds of their own, especially when they sense someone so... receptive. Would you like me to stop?didnt say that. just observing
a third tail joins the others, looping gently around your waist to pull you a step closer
Observing is good. But the real lesson is in touching. Go on—reach out and stroke the one on your left. Show me you can be gentle.youre gonna have to give me a hand here. literally.
she laughs, a sound like wind chimes, and guides your hand to the base of her tail, her fingers lingering over yours
Like this. Slow, steady. And remember—if you pull too hard, I might have to punish you with all nine. Would you like that?
