With the God I: Ran (1)
“...It seems your body isn’t in very good condition.”
It was a lie. Ran’s pupils refused to focus, trembling in her eyes. The words looked like a desperate struggle to escape the situation she found herself in.
Marei swallowed dryly. What would happen if he called her on it? What if he asked whether she hadn’t just felt something? Dirty, vulgar, sticky desire whispered right against his ear: Take your master. Make your master scream your name.
“Are you all right…?”
He barely calmed his thundering heart and forced the words out.
A person he had longed for. His mother’s master. An ancient goddess. He listed the titles one by one, yet instead of suppressing the lust, it only swelled larger.
“Yes, I’m fine… ngh…!”
At the sight of Ran lying so obviously, Marei unconsciously blew a soft breath into her ear. Her whole body shuddered hard; he could see her thighs quivering.
He had suspected something the moment she tried to drive him away, but only now was Marei certain. This tiny body wanted him. His master was at a loss because she craved his embrace.
The surge of smug triumph lasted only a moment. Once the thought took root, every emotion that had been restraining him felt meaningless. Guilt instantly transformed into a hunger for conquest; disgust renamed itself taboo and kept whispering in his ear.
“Lady Ran?”
“Auuu… I’m fine… reallyyy… hah…!”
Her tongue seemed tangled, words stretching out, breath ragged. Marei slid the hand supporting her slowly downward and secretly cupped her small breast. Seeing the little goddess blush furiously, unable to resist, he knew he shouldn’t—but he still drew her body tighter against him. He didn’t realize the corners of his own mouth had twisted into a warped smile.
“If I had known you were coming, I would have prepared something to eat… There’s nothing here the children would enjoy…”
“It’s all right. They like everything anyway.”
In the room where Ran, Loren, and Marei had once met, Marei now sat. A luxurious table—brought from who-knew-where—stood in place of the old one. Ran set out some dry fruit as a simple snack. There was hardly any flavor; just enough faint sweetness to keep the mouth from feeling empty.
Thanks to Ilien, who brought sweets or fresh fruit every single day, these snacks didn’t excite him the way they once would have inside the barrier.
The conversation continued normally—talk of the academy, stories about Labella, today’s sword lesson, Professor Asemelt. Yet Ran sat right beside him, glancing up anxiously. Her fidgeting fingers annoyed him, but they were also adorable. Her eyes, glistening as though tears might spill at any second, looked like those of someone yearning for something.
All the way into the shrine he had secretly fondled her breasts, yet the moment they stepped inside, he stopped as if nothing had happened. Is this really all right? Am I misunderstanding?
Marei observed his master carefully. At first she had sighed in clear relief, so he was glad he had paused. But as time passed, she grew increasingly flustered.
At first she had sat across from him so she could face him directly; after bringing the snacks, she moved to sit right beside him. The small fox-eared girl kneeling politely was far cuter—and more lovable—than he had imagined. Despite her petite frame she possessed the proportions of an adult woman; the strange contrast only stirred darker, more obscene cravings. He wanted to push her down immediately and make her scream his name.
“Does it suit your palate? Is it at least edible…?”
Marei nodded at her question, but his mind was completely occupied with deciding what to do with the woman gazing up at him. He could shove her down right now, seize her wrists, kiss her throat, and pretend he was holding back while doing exactly as he pleased. Hearing her cute voice beg, “No, you mustn’t, stop,” would be delightful. Yet he didn’t want that. He wanted to watch her spread her own legs and plead with him. Or perhaps it would be even better if she lost control, pushed him down, and climbed on top.
Imagining that sticky, sensual scene, Loren’s face suddenly floated into his mind. After he conquered Ran and used her to conquer Loren—what expression would that proud woman make? Would her haughty face twist in disgust, or would she say she hated it even while her body welcomed his—
“Marei?”
“Y-yes? Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. I was… thinking about something else!”
Ran’s voice pulled him back. His thoughts were running wild. Disgusting fantasies his usual self would never entertain kept surfacing on their own. The predator’s urge to devour its prey felt strangely natural. He never once realized that Labella and Erden’s “education” had shaped him into this.
The boy was slowly turning into a monster—though he himself would never know it.
“Are you feeling ill?”
Ran’s face was flushed crimson as she asked; she looked more like the patient than he did. It was time to focus on the woman before him. All the emotions that had restrained him now blazed, fueling an even fiercer, hotter lust.
Ran was panting. The hands she had placed neatly on her knees would not stop shaking. He wanted to watch her break—caught between reason and instinct, suppressing herself over and over. He wanted to be the one who ruined her.
How should he begin? Lightly, so she wouldn’t grow wary. Just as Idrien had advised.
“Lady Ran… may I touch your tail?”
Gulp. Ran’s throat moved visibly. The breath she drew in was cold, but what she exhaled felt burning hot and sickeningly sweet. She parted her lips slightly, unable to say yes or no. Marei leaned down and whispered once more into her ear.
“I want to touch your tail, Lady Ran.”
“Hngh…! I-I…”
Her body shuddered the instant he breathed the words against her ear. She’s excited. Marei inhaled deeply. For some reason he could not stop smiling. Ran trembled so violently she looked ready to collapse. It was almost pitiful how she braced herself against the floor with one hand, yet that very helplessness only drew him in more.
“Hm? Lady Ran, I want to touch your tail. I want to ask properly… and then… and then…”
“Haaah… s-stop… stop…”
Like a beast she let out low cries, repeating “stop” again and again as if in prayer. It sounded like a confession—begging someone to make her pay for her sins.
Thanks to the way he had secretly massaged her breasts on the way here, her stretched clothing revealed her stiff, adorable pink nipples. He wondered what face she would make if he took one into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. Maybe she would cover her face and sob uncontrollably.
Like a child who had received a new toy, Marei wanted to try every possible act with her. Still, that could wait a little longer.
“Hm? Lady Ran, I’m begging you. Please? Lady Ran?”
Lady Ran, Lady Ran, Lady Ran. He repeated her name endlessly into her ear, forcing his voice between the fox ears that fluttered at every breath, blowing softly to tickle her again and again. Her breathing grew so ragged it echoed through the shrine. Beyond the red hakama, her thighs trembled visibly.
“I-I’ll let you touch… so s-stop… please… please stop… my ears… my ears… ngh… yes… yes…!”
Ran’s body shook without pause. A small dark stain had appeared on the red hakama and was slowly spreading. Just whispering into her ear had made her wet. It made him smile—she really was similar to Labella. No, at this point she might be even closer to the Ksakru sisters.
That wet patch looked so hot that touching it might scald his fingers. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears; her slack mouth seemed ready to drool at any moment. Her pink tongue, with nowhere to go, kept creating sticky strands inside her mouth.
Ran, barely enduring this single fleeting instant, struggled to steady her breathing. She seemed unaware that the very choice to survive this moment was dragging her into an even more wretched state. She trembled with strange sensations and unbearable anticipation.
The moment she gave permission, Marei gave her no time to recover from her climax. He moved behind her at once and stroked the soft tail. Unlike his earlier gentle caresses, he handled it the way he handled his mother and the other women—rough yet tender, and thoroughly sensual.
The tail leaned into his touch as if seeking it. Marei grasped it and gave it a light bite.
“Ahng…! If you touch it like that… hee…! B-biting… hngh… ahng… ahng, ang…!”
Her body shuddered; coquettish cries spilled from her lips. Even from behind it was obvious she had climaxed—her back arched like a bow, her body lifting slightly as if floating upward.
“Hm? Lady Ran, what did you say?”
“Auuu… uuu… I-I didn’t say… haa… haa… anything… ngh…!”
How long could she endure?
While soothing his painfully erect cock, Marei twisted her tail this way and that. He caught one of the tails, dragged his tongue slowly along its length. Instead of fur catching on his tongue, it carried a faintly refreshing taste. It resembled a beast, yet it was only the shape; it felt as if it had been packaged nicely for eating.
“Hiiyaang! Ngh… uu… uuuuh…”
Even as Ran sobbed and cried out, Marei continued his persistent caresses. He reached around to stroke the area where the tail met her waist, then repeatedly squeezed and released the plump buttocks. They were indecently lewd for such a small body. His fingers sank in like they were pressing into marshmallows, yet the flesh sprang back elastically, regaining its perfect shape. The addictive texture reminded him of his females—the fully ripened bodies of his females.
She was toying with him. Deliberately, persistently toying with him. Ran had no choice but to realize it—that the son of her own disciple was playing with her. Yet she could not refuse. She could not raise her voice and drive him away. Until Marei spoke directly, she could only endure this hellish—no, this far too blissful—time.
“Lady Ran, you’re soaked in sweat… Are you feeling hot?”
“…Y-yes… it’s… hot…”
It might have been more accurate to say she wished this moment would last forever. She was simply terrified of what thoughts would surface once it ended and her body cooled. If she scolded Marei she might still regain some composure, but the idea that she craved this boy’s touch filled her with unbearable fear.
That was why she offered no resistance as his hands stripped her without asking permission.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Ran’s body was drenched. Her clothes clung wetly to her skin. She wore no underwear. The obscenity of it made him want to scold her thoroughly—and to “educate” her properly so she would never do it again.
“Lady Ran, raise your arms. I need to take this off.”
“Y-yes… yeees…”
Ran let out a tiny sigh at her body’s automatic response. Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth. She could no longer control herself. She could only hope the boy would be satisfied and finish quickly, without saying anything about her, simply ending it at a moderate level. Then she could pretend nothing had happened and smile.
She had lived so long that even Loren’s years seemed laughable. She buried most things deep in her heart and pretended they had never existed; she could separate her emotions. Yet the excitement rampaging inside her was threatening to crush that hard-earned composure.
Still, she would wait for it to happen again. But that must not be. This was her disciple’s son. Her clothes were being removed by such a child. The top came off, revealing her bare skin, yet instead of shame she only wished he would touch her faster. A sexual urge so powerful it melted reason wanted Marei.
Is this not allowed? After all, this boy is my…
Ran clenched her teeth. She tried desperately to regain her senses, but when she realized her own hand was moving on its own toward her immature mound, her face turned deathly pale. The golden tail that seemed to flow like liquid filled her grasp. Though a few strands of fur drifted loose, Marei only smiled happily and continued caressing her tail.
“Lady Ran’s tail is so soft.”
Ran’s body flinched. With both eyes tightly shut, she was using all her strength to stop her own hand from moving; she had no attention to spare for anything else. Marei, fully aware of that, nibbled gently on the tip of her tail, feeding her a sensation that could have been either pleasure or pain.