Atmos

Raijin stared at the ceiling of his house for a long while. He wasn't sure when he would last be here, in his own home after going on some strange journey. While he wasn't certain about having to go with the two Kitsune who were now taking interest in everything in the house from the books to the candles, he didn't dislike the idea either. It gave him the excuse to leave this place, though he wasn't sure how he would be able to manage. He had little money and he packed whatever he could to help them survive the wilds. Mom, Dad… what would you say to me in this situation? What would you guys do?

His mother was born in a middle-class family, who made their living running a shop in the Capital. She had a kind, bright smile and seemed to be very knowledgeable about things, including traveling. His father was a former member of the Royal Guards, and though he himself had never been in the castle of the King, he nonetheless served his duty to the kingdom. He believed in the motivation of hard-work and persistence. But they were not here, and the only memento he had of either of them was his father's old sword.

Before he could think about it more, his bed shifted with weight and he noticed Kishi was now with him, cuddled up to his side. The implications of what was happening were enough to get him to blush, although it was no longer as pronounced as it once was considering Kishi's casualness with being 'close'. "This is so soft! It seems much comfier then the mats at the village," she said. "Tsune! Come try this out!"

Without waiting, or warning, Tsune came into the bedroom and flopped herself onto Raijin's other side, cooing at the soft feel of the mattress beneath her. "You're right Kishi-chan. It's very nice." Their tails began to wrap around his legs, brushing against his thighs as the two Kitsune relaxed. Raijin blushed again, shifting uncomfortably as his own arousal began to make itself known. Kishi, who noticed this, only smiled and rubbed one of her tails higher, rubbing against the young man's groin. Raijin turned to Kishi to ask her to stop.

What he got instead was a kiss.

He was almost too stunned to respond, as Kishi's lips planted against his own, her tongue snaking out to lick at his lips as he lay there almost numb. From behind him was Tsune, staring at Kishi's boldness with a red face. "You know, I never did apologize for what happened at the village… so I think I can make it up to you now." Even as she said this, he could feel her tugging away at his pants, her tails pulling them down until they were completely off and his arousal out in the open.

One head was trying to tell him that this seemed wrong on many different levels, but another head was telling him to shut up and simply enjoy the moment. It didn't take long to find out which one won the battle of wills as one of Kishi's tails began to stroke the now freed erection, sending pleasurable shivers up his spine. Kishi moved her body down, kissing his chest and stomach before reaching his throbbing maleness and giving the head a pleasurable lick. Raijin bucked his hips up at the contact which drove all rational thought out the window.

Kishi took her time in pleasuring Raijin, giving soft licks all over his member, coating it in saliva. She even sniffed it at the base, basking in the scent of absolute maleness of what was in front of her. Though her and almost any female Kitsune's magic could replicate the male organ for the purpose of mating, it seemed to lack a substance of its own. Though it could serve its purpose and even grant pleasure to others, there was a lacking element that made the magic inferior to the real thing. Whether it was a design in the spell or not, the only thing that concerned her now was the fact that she had the genuine article before her and she would let none of it go to waste.

Licking her way back up the shaft, she blew gently over it, watching it throb madly in response to the cool air before taking the tip of the head into her mouth and sucking on it. Her ears twitched excitedly at the groan Raijin made by the feeling of her warm mouth, her tongue licking and teasing the head until she was rewarded with the first taste of his pre. The taste seemed addicting to her, as she took more of the pulsing member into her mouth, using one hand to stroke the flesh that wasn't inside of her mouth. The other was busy rubbing at her own dripping womanhood, teasing the sensitive flesh for what was to come.

Another soft moan drove Raijin's attention to the side, to a sight he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. It was Tsune, on her knees with her legs spread apart, her twin tails trashing about behind her. One hand was currently playing with her own dripping pussy, her fingers working their magic on her folds while the other hand was kneading at her breasts. Though she wasn't looking at Raijin, and didn't even notice him staring, as she watched Kishi's tongue at work.

Kishi, however, finished with her work as she looked over the erect cock now glistening with her saliva. She shifted herself, pressing her hips Against his, his erection now smashed between his own stomach and her nether lips. She began to grind her hips into his, rubbing her slick wetness against the length of his member, eliciting a moan from him. She turned to Tsune and smiled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in for a kiss. The two shared a heated kiss, tongues dancing around to taste each other's own unique scent.

Of course, Raijin couldn't see it happening from his viewpoint, but what he did see captivated him all the same. Tsune's dripping pussy, glistening with her juices from her own ministrations. Unable to resist the sweet temptation that lay before him, he tilted his head up and ran his tongue along her opening. Tsune cried out in pleasure as his tongue quickly found her taste addicting, trashing about as he traced her opening. Her pleasure seemed to double as Kishi bent down to lick at her breasts, her hips rising up and freeing the trapped erection beneath her. She watched it throb in expectation before she sank herself onto it, enveloping the firm, hard flesh into her warmth.

The feeling caused Raijin to thrust his hips up unexpectedly, filling her up completely. His tongue began to work harder, flicking against Tsune's clit as her body shivered from pleasure. She could feel a few of Kishi's own fox tails intertwine with hers, and her pleasure reached new heights when she felt Raijin spread open her lips to expose that sweet pink flesh to his tongue's ministrations. Kishi began to shift her hips, raising them up until just the tip of the male's cock was inside before pushing back down, letting it fill her up again. She let out a moan as she felt it penetrate her once more, repeating the action, slowly at first before building up some speed and strength, adjusting her movements to time with Raijin's frantic thrusts.

Raijin was by no means a virgin, though that didn't mean he was very experienced, especially with these two. Tsune was grinding her hips against his tongue, as Kishi's own pussy constricted around his member each time it was being pulled out of her, as though begging it to stay inside. It became too much for him as he let out a moan, thrusting his hips up into Kishi as he felt his release. Kishi moaned out as she bit Tsune's nipple, feeling the intense waves of her own orgasm wash upon her at the feeling of his warm seed shooting into her body. The combined ecstasy seemed to flow into Tsune who also achieved her orgasm, Raijin drinking down her sweet juices.

As Kishi settled from her high, she gave a low groan, feeling Raijin's hard shaft inside her twitch a little, staying erect despite the orgasm. She let the feeling sink in, of staying connected to her new lover, something that her magically conjured phallus was incapable of doing, always disappearing once its task was accomplished. She glanced to Tsune, who looked flushed as she rolled off of Raijin and was now laying on her stomach, panting for breath. Kishi took the opportunity to lean down and give him a kiss, tasting Tsune's sweet nectar as she did so. Finally, she pulled herself off of him, glancing at Tsune once more as Raijin began to escape from the tunnel vision of pleasure.

A few squeals and a 'Kishi-chan!' from Tsune got his attention focused on yet another pleasurable sight: Tsune, on her hands and knees, her own slit spread open and on full display to Raijin as Kishi kneaded at her breasts. Raijin's cock, not having settled down yet, gave another twitch of sorts, anticipating the pleasure that was being offered to him. Pulling himself up he positioned himself behind Tsune, rubbing the tip of his length against her wet opening. Tsune moaned at the contact before it became a cry of pleasure as he thrust in. He pulled out quickly, only to thrust in a bit more slowly, easing up the pleasure now that he had more control over his movements.

Kishi, meanwhile, began to engage Tsune and a passion-filled kiss, letting their tongues play with each other as Tsune tasted the faint scent of Raijin's maleness on her friend's tongue. Soon, however, she had other ideas in mind, positioning herself with her legs spread before guiding Tsune's probing tongue to the sweet folds below. Tsune quickly began to work her friend over, her tongue thrashing about as she began to gulp down not only the Kyuubi's sweet taste but Raijin's own cum as well.

As Raijin became to build up a steady pace, his hand, which were gripping onto the two-tailed fox's waist, moved up to caress a tail. It felt smooth, running his hand over it until he reached the base of her tails. As his hand gently stroked it, he could feel Tsune's entire body shiver in delight, her inner walls squeezing tighter on reflex. The action almost caused him to lose it, but he retained from coming too soon as he picked up the pace, gently stroking the obvious pleasurable spot.

Tsune was the first to come this time, the pleasure overwhelming her body as she shook in pleasure. Kishi came not long after, squeezing her own breasts to add to the pleasure that Tsune's tongue gave her. The feeling of her squeezing tightly on his cock was enough to finally make Raijin shoot his seed into the Kitsune beneath him. He stayed buried deep into her body, even as he shifted himself to lay by her side, both exhausted. Vaguely, he was aware of Kishi cuddling against his backside, the three of them letting exhaustion take over from their activities.

Raijin thought this wasn't a bad way to spend his last night at home…



"Thank you for your patronage," a kind old woman said as a handful of gold coins was placed in front of her. She handed the person before her a bronze key and the man took it without a word. There was still some light out now, darkness would not be settling in for at least another hour, so he decided to go out and find something to entertain himself with for awhile. The village was small, only about a half-day's journey from the 'edge of nowhere' as he liked to call it, before stepping into Kitsune Lands. It would be another two full days of traveling to reach the next destination and from there, another day to reach the town where his transaction was taking place.

Even as he took to the streets, one could see the poverty of the town he was staying in. Though he knew that many people in the little village he had recently been to came here to trade and sell whatever goods they could, not many people chose to actually live here. Most people resigned themselves to the inns, as they were travelers or merchants. The few houses he had seen weren't impressive by any means, simply places to avoid the weather whenever it turned unfavorably. But it was the dry season, rains wouldn't been coming to this place for another few weeks so walks outside weren't uncommon.

He hardly took notice of the red-head woman who had wandered up to him, thinking he could use a 'good time', but he waved her away without a word. True, it had been some time since he sought the pleasure of a woman's touch, but he hardly ever had time for such things, though he certainly had the money to spare. Mostly though, he didn’t care all that much for sex; it was pleasurable and ultimately a great stress reliever, but that was all it was to him, besides a means of continuing the species. He never, though, looked down on anyone who resorted to selling their bodies for money. He had gone through too many hardships in life, taken on many risks, to get where he was.

Idly, he thought of his own choice in life. Certainly it gave him money, perhaps more than anyone he ever met save perhaps the nobility who lived in the upper areas of the Capital. And he loved to spend it, often more than necessary for things, hence why he was staying at one of the more expensive inns this town had to offer. Money came and went, and he always knew there was another job, another task he could perform to fill up his pouch of gold coins whenever he wanted. It was never about the money after all, despite the fact he could never seem to have enough.

He had been doing this longer than he ever cared to remember, since the time he was considered only a child perhaps, though a very gifted one. Or lucky, as he liked to phrase it. He knew he was born lucky, there was no other way to simply describe it and he frequently asked the Goddess of Fortune, whom he believed he was blessed under, for safety and luck before every mission. That was the way he lived his life, a chance of the cards, a roll of the dice, a flip of a coin. Snidne would want it no other way.

Purchasing a bit of dried meat from a stand nearby, he chewed it softly as he walked. Luck, he decided, would take him to his next destination before he headed back to the inn for the night, rested for the journey the next day. The scroll which he had been ordered to steal was safely on his person and he was certain of his safety. As a mercenary, he would guard it until he handed it over to his employer and then think no more on it. He had already resigned himself to the fact that the thing was unreadable, at least to him when he opened it up, and he had no desire to find out whatever the strange symbols meant.

Senses alerted as he stopped in his tracks and ducked, an arrow flying over his head to strike the ground. He turned his body, drawing a card and throwing it in the direction from where the arrow had flown in from, not even sparing a glance to the person it had struck, slicing into his neck like a knife. He had already drawn two more cards as he was effectively surrounded by four people, each of them with large knifes and daggers. "Snidne! Bet you never thought we'd be here. We're taking revenge for what you did to our boss!"

The two in front of him charged as Snidne pulled out a pair of dice, throwing them before him. "Cursed Dice," he said, as they flew in the air. The dice grew in size a bit before they erupted into a shower of spikes, striking the men on their chests where they screamed in agony. A few people who had seen the commotion only ran away, which suited Snidne just fine. Less bloodshed that way. The two behind him struck out, one aiming for his stomach and the other his face. He swiftly dodged them, the blades only managing to cut a few hairs loose as he used his drawn cards like dagger, slicing up their arms to have them drop their weapons. Reaching for another die, he threw it and said, "Element Dice."

The die landed on a one before glowing red. Shooting up into the sky was a large dragon-like head with a serpent-like body made of flames. It twisted itself in midair before flying back down onto the four who attacked Snidne. They turned and ran, screaming and shouting for forgiveness, as the fire dragon enveloped their bodies. Snidne watched as they burned alive, their screams echoing out into the dusk though no one would be fool enough to go near where the flames had suddenly appeared. Finally the screams died down, as the fire seemed to vanish, leaving the buildings intact. The only thing visible were four burn marks on the ground that vaguely resembled the shapes of human bodies.

Snidne turned away from the scene, unfazed by what had happened. He had no idea who they were or what they were talking about, though it undoubtedly had something to do with a mission of his in the past. As a mercenary he could bring great fortune to others, so long as they were willing to pay the price, but he was not blind to the darker side of his job. He had ruined people's lives, killed people and their friends, their partners, even their own family members. A man who paid him to kill someone one day could be killed by him the next because someone wanted him dead, and he would do it without regret or even asking why. He didn't need to know and he preferred it that way. And to these four he had ended, he didn't feel pity or regret or even bothered to ask why they hated him. He was sure a lot of people had a reason to kill him and he would fight back because in the end he would always chose his own life over theirs.

They didn't matter. And convincing himself of this was what made his missions easier.

Deciding to head back to the inn and hopefully a tavern on the way, Snidne walked away from the charred remains of the four who tried to kill him. "Seems like my luck is already improving…"



"AH!"

"No! S-s-stop! S-s-GAH!"

Two bodies fell to the rocky ground, dead. Both had their throats ripped out, blood staining their metal armor as their swords clang to the ground uselessly. Several others were dressed similarly, backing away from a hunched over figure. Razor sharp claws, covered in the blood of those that the beast killed, dripped blood onto the ground as they were raised up, ready to slice apart their next victims. The soldiers held their ground, yet were hesitant to approach the figure.

"Leave," it said, clearly male, it's menacing eyes striking fear into the soldier's very souls. "You are not welcome here, on my lands, humans."

"We have orders… you've been attacking travels who take the mountain paths! We won't let you get away with this any longer!"

"It is their own fault, for trespassing into my lands. And you shall meet the same fate, humans, unless you leave." Large leathery wings spread out from the creature, green scales adorning it's body as they melded together with flesh. And it's ever piercing eyes, drilling holes into each soldier as though the creature was attempting to kill by looks alone. Wild dark hair barely covered two horns that were emerging out of his skull.

"Never! We will not be sent away by some be-Gah!" His sentence was cut short by the fact that the creature's claw was now protruding out of his back, the razor sharp talons striking through flesh easily. The other soldiers didn't even see it coming, his movements too quick for them. He pulled his claw free, leaving a gaping hole in the soldier's chest, even as several more soldiers charged with swords. His armor like scales protecting him from the blades as he spun around, his scaly tail knocking them back. Finally, the creature let out a loud, inhuman roar which struck fear into the soldiers' hearts.

"You have accepted your fate. Now face the true power of a dragon!"