Sachihiro

We've all been exploring the keep, playing in it as we all choose spaces we like best. We've so far been congregating together in the first two floors mostly, the place is huge, empty. It's the people that make the home this place emphasizes to me just by how everyone is in everyone else's spaces and we're so happy.

I jump over and duck under getting out of Saya's reach. Sliding under a staircase I drop with a crouch into the lower floor.

"I'll get you da!" her outraged voice echoes from above. Dishna is at Saya's heels panting with broom held up as a makeshift staff.

"He got away?" her question elicits a giggle that echoes up to them.

"He's still down there, we catch still catch him."

I wait in a cervix but they eventually give up and go back to whatever game I spoilt. Mhmm, I hear movement down here, I follow my senses through the wide corridor of the outer pentagram of the 3rd floor. It's dark here so I'm curious who I'll run into.

There is dimly muted light ahead.

I dodge, a throwing star skids off the wall by my head, our eyes lock in the dim flickering chamber. A grin stretches across my face despite my best efforts to stifle it.

These days I'm horny just being in the same room with one of my mates. I can no longer blame it on having Awaked partly as a stud so many years ago; I can not blame it just on my sexual appetite developed from my time as an acolyte of the temple of Erotica. No, these days I just have to acknowledge that my wives are gorgeous and there is nothing for a man to do but be constantly ready to get his hands on one of them.

I'm a predator and they are my prey and my appetites are vast and difficult to for any single one of them to manage. I watch them with my awareness as they all go about different chores or activities around the house, Deep Keep and I walk around hoping to catch one of them alone so I can have my way with them and fill them with my seed. In my own house I'm on the prowl, I love making love to them and have so many years to make up for.

Kuyoki is standing against a counter installed here yesterday with shuriken scattered on it, my aura and presence cloaked my movements silent hiding my presence in the to be Reading Room I use the pillars as cover but she sees me and scofs fondly at my antics even as she braces herself for my arrival.

I don't disappoint and am behind her in a flash of speed and am pushing her forward over the table. I lift her skirt with practiced ease and unbutton the top of my pants, my cock springing out as I quickly position it to enter her. The only sound she makes is a slight grunt before I'm snugly inside her folds.

Pulling her upper body back up and taking her from behind like an animal in heat. She leans against my chest and turns her head so we can kiss even as I pump into her tight wettening folds with a smooth rhythmic pace.

She pants with each and every thrust, leaning into them as we fuck for the second time today. One of her arms goes around to my ass pulling me harder into her with every thrust as my pants fall towards my ankles. My hand manages to get inside the folds of her dress and I touch her body and I fuck her, I explore her smooth skin, I pull onto her abs for leverage as I push hard into her.

Using my ass muscles for greater power with every thrust I am inside her. I love the little sounds she makes every time she feels me. Deep Keep is big, bigger than I imagined on the plans I approved and we are practically out in the open for any single one of the many people that live here to walk up on. And though Kuyoki would not appreciate that at all, she also enjoys the thrill of excitement the risk causes her.

"....Ahhh.

".... Ahhh..!

".... Ahhhh....!"

She cries out as I keep pushing into her through her orgasm. I bury my face into her silken black hair and breath her in as I take her. "I appreciate you so much," I whisper into her ear and she shivers as she has another orgasm.

Kuyoki seems like a meek person to an outsider but she knows herself, I and the kids know her. She won't be led astray or into doing anything she doesn't want to, stubborn and strict but she is also a submissive person by nature and an amazing care giver. Like most Hito she doesn't ask for much, she isn't extravagant or loud and people not in our family would think her mute yet every gesture of hers has meaning. She may not be a soul-samurai but she is a samurai to the core none the less.

Her arms pull me into her as her movements match my own in a dance of passion. Ahhhh, how does this feel so good?

I appreciate her, we all appreciate her and she really appreciates the family I have provided her with, the clan that she is part of here that she never got to be part of back home in the mountains. Had she not been so lonely, had she any friends or family or lovers in the Honshu Village she probably never would have had the drive to Awaken. She definitely never would have agreed to be my mate but she was lonely so I gave her a family and got such an amazing competent human beings loyalty and devotion in turn.

[Arghhh..] a groan escapes as I hold myself within her pulsing folds as she experiences an orgasm.

A whimper escapes her lovely lips, I swallow them slowing my strokes through her sensitive folds. Her breathing calms, we change positions with her bare bottoms scattering the stars to ring on the stone floor. Legs around me I am in her in a single push before then my girth quickly swells within her.

"Aha..

"Ha..

"Haa.., slow down the kids might hear me," she gets through between panths.

"Let them hear."

I know she does so much for the family sometimes in some misguided notion to prove her usefulness. To everyone she shows her confident face but to me she lets her guard down, she was an outcast in the Hidden Villages and that stuck with her.

And had she not met me she says she would have gone to the Underworld to die fighting for her people against the creatures and factions down there. We talk Kuyoki and I, I talk more intimately and openly with her than any of my other mates about emotional things and my own insecurities.

I talk to Shea most about plans for the future and things that need to be done before the coming struggle. Mira and I still talk as we always have, as friends with banter and laughing with the occasional seriousness. Ingwe I mostly talk happy and trivial things with. Cicilia, well Cicilia still talks more to Saya and Kuyoki than she does me but sexually she is every bit a Barbarian woman.

*

Mamba The Feline

The forest fire rages in through the trees like a blazing wall of destruction that destroys everything in it's path from the root level. I his part of the forest is green and lush but that is as nothing against elemental fire gushing from the rock outcrop some 10km away as whatever has been sleeping, trapped or sealed in the ground down there awakens into the world for the first time since I've been around. There are quakes and every creature with two brain cells to rub together has left the area as fire takes no consideration on territory or power.

‎ My vast territory in what is known as Terra continent is already mostly in flames with no immediate sign of the fire leaving anything standing in it's wake as it leaves nothing but a thick bed of ask behind it. Whatever it is that's waking up its much more powerful than I am as even my elemental shield did nothing to stop the flames from scorching my fur. The pain is distracting as the blue flame seems to want to dig deeper within my body but luckily my tongue was able to quench it quickly enough for me not to be maimed for life.

‎ I can feel the things aura and power as it rises and there is absolutely no ways I could reclaim my territory and I feel even as the thing collects itself my hold and acknowledgement of this territory by Gaia is becoming more and more tenuous. If I do nothing about this interloper my bond to the land will break and I will have no home like some Awakened lower tiered beast and not the ancient I am. But against the power I feel I am no challenge so I tuck my tail and retreat through the smoke with the rest of the fleeing insects that I once allowed into my protection.

‎ I relinquish my claim with a severing of the land-link as I flee and something unexpected happens as a big beautiful blue eye seems to look at me and acknowledge my requisition somehow, next thing I'm by myself agains in a burning forest fleeing for my life like some sort of humanoid. It's embarrassing but I'm so outmatched that it wouldn't even be a contest, and maybe this could be my excuse to leave the continent and take on humanoid form and explore.

*

Isis

My uncle keeps getting more and more eery, I think to myself as I watch him eat the kuwashi broth in his usual methodical way. He sits with me in the back room trying to console me about ma'jans passing with his presence; though it may be me that is consoling him through the expected yet sudden death. He is now truly the only elder of my people up in the Weather Valley of the Scarpa, "It's good, thank you Is." he says between slurps and then looks back at his dish in silence.

We've never had a very talkative relationship but I have always depended on him for my food and protection and he has always relied on me to patch him up and keep his runes unmarred by the scaring.

Now he sits before me with the runes that were once quenched with fire onto his skin looking like dark tattoos in the way of the elven skin drawings, but looking at these even a child could feel their power. There strangest part being that it’s my handwriting still that the new runes are written in. He seems to have gotten slightly smaller if one could call weighing 125kg at 1.95m tall smaller, we checked.

The runes even seem to be slowly moving or distorting my eye making them difficult to read even for me who knows what I and ma’jans wrote on his skin through the years long before he ever Awakened. The is a cold aspect of death that accompanies his presence at the edge of my spirit sense , I may be paranoid but I’d swear its coming from the wrapped sword strapped to his back he never takes off since his trip some years ago. Awakened are known to become more attractive or pleasing to the eye but Uncle Ragnar looks as ragged as he ever had; only losing a few scares.

"Isis, child. I think it is time I found you a mate-‘’

‘’I can take care of myself!" I say quickly my heart rate increasing and my mouth going dry. "I’m not going back home Uncle Ragnar, and the Mare amongst the Conclave men are little better than those back home."

"You know the struggle back home, you know why things are the way they are for women. But no, I had someone else in mind for you child. What do you think of Silo?"

There is silence between us as I’m surprised by his declaration, "I want Sachihiro."

I surprise myself by admitting and I look away seeing my not so little rascal of cousin looking at me with a gaped mouth and wide eyes for my declaration as well. My face warms and I wonder what Uncle Ragnar is planning for his only daughter if he is planning to send me away in marriage. He grunts from behind me and stands scrapping the wooden chair on the stone floor, ‘’I will go speak to him immediately."

Before I even realize the ramifications of everything that has just transpired he is out the door and just gone. I’m rooted on the spot, "what if he says ‘no’?’’ I whisper to myself. Really, what if he says no…?