Rikuto has done his best to focus on his work as the King of Mornistae, but the stress recently has been piling up. The peace treaty with the Fievegal is a major step in the right direction, even if Rikuto had to make concessions. If the Fievegal continues deploying tanks to the Stalvaltan Grand Duchy, it would have only been a matter of time before they steamrolled straight to the capital and castle, and knowing Daniel, or at least, Americans in general, crumbled it from range.

  They would have never even needed to use the nukes Daniel created.

  But, Rikuto is a man.

  A young man.

  He has energy and needs; biological impulses ingrained into his very soul. The stress has smacked it all back into his face. When he was face to face with Ryuogriar, his impulses gripped him like he was a middle-schooler all over again.

  Her body is of the shape that would cause controversy on the internet wondering where her organs are, but seeing her in person, she is very real and very natural.

  And very, hauntingly beautiful.

  With work in front of him, it’s very easy for Rikuto to resist the urge to relieve himself. He’s constantly some combination of exhausted and distracted enough to keep his mind clear.

  But, seeing Ryuogriar, particularly the fact that her cleavage alone would be visible on a topographical map, Rikuto has not been sleeping very well. He has been warning his nobles to brace for refugees due to the black fire, but as long as efforts are made, virtually the whole continent seems set to unite to try and stop it.

  Given that so much mana is being produced, many are hoping to find ways to absorb and store it, since it’s rumored to be one of the primary advantages the Citadel has granting its holder so much power.

  Regardless, he’s restless, and as he finishes his martial arts practice for the day, he notices that Larravu is the one guarding him for the moment. Her tail is swaying back and forth somewhat slowly, which catches the young Japanese man’s eye relatively easily, though she’s patiently watching over him as he finishes sword drills. He may have an uncanny ability to use any weapon he lays hands on, generally influenced by his own preconceptions of how they’re used, as was the case with his ‘gun kata’ during the raid to try and rescue Zuzia. He received skeptical looks from Helbeit and Resken, but it worked as intended.

  That all said, Larravu is a perfect fit for the ninja-like light armor Rikuto has encouraged her to adopt. She has become quite skilled at blending into a crowd or disappearing into darkness, and much of this relies on her near literal cat-like reflexes and lithe frame.

  The only thing she has in common with Ryuogriar is that they are both women.

  But, the gatonine knight has a beautiful face, a perfectly fit body, and cute feline features to top it all off. Rikuto might not be easily distracted into staring at her like he foolishly did for a brief moment, which Ryuogriar noticed immediately, but Rikuto would be lying to try to call the slender beauty anything other than stunning in her own right.

  I wonder if I had control of the Citadel if I would have a harem of fantasy-world waifus, thinks Rikuto to himself as he takes a drink of water. Every now and then, Larravu’s tail flicks, which is easy to notice, but it doesn’t seem like she’s trying to distract Rikuto. He hasn’t really paid attention, so it might just be a tic or some other idle movement to entertain herself.

  That said, it’s only a matter of time before the nobles and others start wondering where Heralesse’s heir is. We haven’t really talked about it specifically, but… I don’t think I want to go in as a complete novice. Surely, that much should be fine, right?

  He ponders the gatonine nearby, and how they’re relatively alone, since the rest of Rikuto’s guards are patrolling or guarding the entrance to the section of the garden reserved for the Royal Family and strictly maintained by numerous guards.

  It can’t hurt to ask, right?

  Rikuto approaches and says, “Larravu, I’ve been wondering this for a while. If you don’t mind my asking, what do you do in your free time?”

  “Me, your Majesty?”

  “Yes. If I’m keeping you away from a husband and children all the time, I’d feel a little bad.”

  She giggles a little, and her soft voice is highly adorable. Her soft, naturally-grey hair and voice remind him of a lady-knight VTuber of his favorite agency, though her character design was much more in line with Ryuogriar in the most ‘noticeable’ way.

  “No husband or lover to speak of, your Majesty. While I am interested, I also value my work, so I don’t yet have any regrets.” She smiles at him, and her tail noticeably sways a little more, obviously expressing joy.

  “I see, I see. Then, in that case… No, nevermind. Forget I started that line of thought.”

  “No, please tell me, Sire. I am your personal guard, and your first ninja. If I can serve, I would be most pleased.”

  Rikuto hesitates for a moment. She seems insistent, and the feline woman even took a step closer to him, leaning in close to add even more pressure, it seems.

  “I… uh,... Well, I was wondering…” He clears his throat, continuing a little nervously, now that he’s actually trying to force the words out. “If you were to get married, would you prefer… hypothetically speaking, of course, that your new husband… have experience?”

  “Experience?” asks the catgirl, cocking her head cutely and curiously. Her ears flick and her tail curls to go with her apparent curious confusion.

  “Ah, uh… Experience… in the bedroom.”

  Her eyes widen, and she straightens up with a slightly flushed expression when it sinks in. “Oh! Uh… Well, I… Hmm… Forgive me, your Majesty. I hadn’t given it much thought. Though, I suppose~...” She trails off a little cutely as she touches a finger to her cheek, thinking. Her tail seems to have a mind of its own as she thinks, and her ears move expressively as well. “If I had to choose between having a man who I would be learning with as well, or one who could make me feel good, I think I would personally choose the latter, your Majesty.”

  “I see…” replies Rikuto a little softly with disappointment.

  “I… It’s… frowned upon, your Majesty,” starts the feline woman nervously, trying to reassure him. “But, it’s a fairly open secret that most nobles will have trysts for far less noble reasons than preparing to please one’s wife. No one addresses it, of course, because their own secrets would then be revealed. If… hypothetically speaking, your Majesty, and please forgive me for speaking frankly; if you do intend to practice, it would be a secret I am willing to take to the grave. After all, I am your loyal knight. No one else’s.”

  Rikuto sighs and nods. She actually just made a good point. It was risky for him to even speak these thoughts out loud to someone, though he does trust Larravu. Horaston would be under a lot of pressure, since he is married and is a very honorable man. Likewise, Loxourren and Chebnom are loyal, but Rikuto doesn’t know them quite as well as Horaston and Larravu, at this point.

  “I appreciate that, Larravu. Though, I doubt you want to accompany me to a brothel to get my urges out.”

  “Brothel?” asks the gatonine, confused.

  “Huh? Isn’t it a place where… uh… ladies of the night gather?”

  Larravu shakes her head. “No. While their existence is tolerated, prostitutes aren’t allowed to be considered a mercantile trade. More importantly, your Majesty…”

  Larravu steps directly up to her king, pressing her b-cup chest to Rikuto’s to whisper somewhat sharply, but also, urgently to him, “Why would you want to risk your reputation with a prostitute?”

  “I… uh…”

  “Forgive me if this is too forward, your Majesty, but…” Larravu places one of her delicate-seeming hands on Rikuto’s chest, and his heart begins pounding. He underestimated this conversation. He’s not sure if he can survive it.

  Let alone carry out the intent of it.

  Larravu whispers, “I meant, that I would be your accomplice, so that you don’t have to risk your reputation.”

  “Wh-What about…?” starts Rikuto. He’s not even sure what to call it. Her chivalry? Her honor as a knight? Her chastity? He’s not sure if knights are supposed to take vows of chastity, since Horaston obviously has a family, and it’s not an overly religious culture.

  If anything, it’s almost ironic that the weaker presence of religion happens to coincide with an apparent stigma against organized sex work in Mornistae.

  That said, she seems to understand what he’s worried about, reassuring him, “Obviously, the best case scenario is that we both remain quiet about it. But, I’m not a noble, specifically, so it’s less of an issue if my maidenly virtue is no longer intact.” She looks at his shoulder to break eye contact, saying softly, “If I could do this favor for you, it would be an honor.”

  Rikuto can’t help but notice her tail swirling in flexible, coiling motions. She seems to be just as nervous as he is, since they both can get in trouble officially, but it should be easy enough to keep secret.

  Rikuto’s own anxiousness is screaming at him to accept, since his restlessness is causing him to lose sleep, and the stress is going to kill him.

  I refuse to die a virgin, thinks the young man. And, when the day comes with Heralesse…

  He glances around briefly to make sure there are no obvious witnesses. And then, he decides to trust his heart.

  Rikuto places his hands on Larravu’s shoulders, guiding her back only far enough to cause her to look up, and he ducks his face close, pressing his lips to hers.

  Only a moment of confusion grips the feline woman before she wraps her arms around his neck.

  ***

  Rikuto dismisses his guards from the bathhouse a short while later, after Larravu was relieved of her watch. They have to be careful, but thankfully, the bathhouse is rather robust in order to allow for complete relaxation, so the sounds inside shouldn’t leak out any more than the sounds outside working their way in.

  He opens the secret escape route, finding Larravu waiting for him. She nibbles her lip, which shows off her particularly sharp canines, like a cat, though with her human face, she could pretty easily pass for a vampire as well.

  A particularly attractive vampire.

  She whispers, “All humans, right?”

  Rikuto nods. His afternoon guard tends to be exclusively human so the shenwulves and gatonines, of which there are fewer among the Mornistae knights, can be assigned the darker night shifts, or in Larravu’s case, the morning shift, since she can listen carefully during the audience sessions to any conversations going on in the background. It’s mainly an extra layer of protection, but it works out perfectly for their clandestine meeting mid-way through the afternoon shift, after dinner has come and gone.

  The two embrace each other and kiss, since the main goal is practice. Or at least, that’s what Rikuto is reminding himself of. He likes Larravu, but he is already married to Heralesse. He doesn’t want to fall in love with one of his loyal knights, but he also does trust her enough to get enough experience that Heralesse, when she’s ready, won’t be disappointed.

  For her part, Larravu is dressed like a stableboy to hide who she is. The outlet of the emergency escape tunnel lets out into a hidden corridor that ties to most of the escape tunnels and leads to either the city outside of the castle grounds, the door of which is a royal family secret only, or to the stables, where they can hopefully take buckrokhs and flee.

  Rikuto has a towel wrapped around his waist, and his heart is already racing, but it doesn’t remain long. During their kiss, he can feel Larravu’s pants slip off of her legs, like she didn’t even tie them and merely needed to wiggle her hips for them to fall off. She presses her hips towards him, sliding her thighs along his own.

  Then, a second ‘kiss’ plants itself on Rikuto’s leg at the same time her mouth is passionately dancing with his. He tenses at the feeling, since he knows exactly what it is. Her legs are all but wrapped around his thigh, and square in the middle of his lap, her noticeably warm netherlips are pressed to his skin.

  He kneads his hands instinctively, rubbing her back and sliding his fingers through her hair, knocking her stable-boy hat off and onto the wooden floor of the bathhouse. He is almost immediately fully erect, and a brief moment of worry fills his mind that he might not be able to even start, let alone finish properly.

  Calm down, Rikuto.

  It takes all of his willpower to try and endure when she starts rubbing her sexy pussy lips against his leg, as if to tease him. Her hands slide down the bare skin of his chest, raking her nails teasingly against his skin until her fingers reach his towel, and she flicks it off of his waist with a swift, assassin-like motion.

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  Instantly, she presses her abdomen against his waist, and her warm belly touches his penis, again causing a hitch in his movements. He is completely inexperienced, other than personal time alone, and she is more eager than he expected. Their tongues dance together, and Rikuto’s head feels like it’s starting to swirl.

  When Larravu breaks their kiss momentarily, she huffs her words directly in front of his lips, “Your Majesty, I’m sorry, but I got a little excited after we parted.”

  Rikuto chuckles uneasily. It’s going to be an uphill battle for him when everything she’s doing is stimulating him in ways he wasn’t prepared for. “I think you’re going to defeat me in mere moments, Larravu.”

  She hums playfully as she slides her hand down his pelvic region, teasing her hand towards his stiff erection. “I’m just so excited to try this, my King.” With ‘this’, she slides her fingers along Rikuto’s shaft, and he tenses a little. She uses her free left hand to claim Rikuto’s right, guiding it to her own nether region.

  His hand seems to come alive on its own, not truly defying him, but seemingly moving without his commands. His fingers dip into her vagina, and her heat is immediately apparent as she hums, leaning against him. Her tail flops around excitedly, and her ears flick in front of Rikuto’s face. Her right hand circles around and gently grips his penis, sliding up and down. It’s very different than anything Rikuto has experienced, and he moves his fingers deeper into her folds and works them around, feeling a slippery slickness start to trickle down his fingers. She whimpers and mewls cutely as she presses her hips towards his fingers, as if to drive them deeper.

  Rikuto uses his other hand to gently touch the buttons of her shirt, and she presses her chest towards him. Receiving a warm reception, he works her buttons off to expose her breasts. Seeing them in person, bare and beautiful as they are, he feels confident that b-cups he can touch are preferable to whatever Ryuogriar’s are that his hand would probably melt off before they even made contact.

  Rikuto works his hand over her breast, and she moans softly, leaning her head against his chest while he cups her fleshy chest mound and rubs his thumb across her nipple. While it doesn’t lower his arousal, but instead increases it beyond what he thought was his maximum, his split focus helps him distract himself from the fact that his body wants to just fire off in a panic.

  Her fingers have become slip from the tip of his penis, and she glides her hand around his shaft to spread his precum around and lubricate him as both of them rapidly become more and more aroused.

  Rikuto kisses her again, and she happily reciprocates, dancing her tongue with his. He inadvertently prods her canines with his motions, and he recoils at first, but becomes somewhat fascinated with how distinct they are compared to the rest of her mostly-human-like teeth. Her canines are sharp, but the pricks of pain when he intentionally toys with them using his tongue, dancing with her own, causes his body to swirl through sensations of pleasure that tingles him to his very soul.

  Seeming to reach her limit, Larravu becomes more aggressive and gently guides Rikuto backwards, pressing him into a seated position on the wall of the large, multi-person bath itself, where perfectly heated water is waiting for them after the fact.

  They’re only just getting started, and as soon as Rikuto is seated stably on the wall, the nimble gatonine sheds her stable-boy blouse and tosses it over by the rest of their clothes. She climbs up on her knees to straddle him, her tail flipping back and forth like a curling, untimely metronome. Her positioning places her breasts in front of Rikuto, so it’s only natural that he give them attention. He kisses her left nipple, suckling on it for a brief moment. She hums and squirms a little, a little caught off guard since she’s focused on making sure she is in a good position for both of them. His hands support her around her hips, which feel so good and warm to hold in his hands, and sliding up and down along her sides causes her to hum and moan lustfully.

  Rikuto’s heart is racing, and for a moment, he is afraid, excited, overwhelmed, and resolved for the moment that is looming directly over him.

  He twitches and almost bucks his hips when her hand finds his penis to help guide it into herself. When her absolutely stunning heat and wetness slip around Rikuto’s tip, he nearly cums into her immediately.

  Geez! Hell! That was close. I have to remember to pull out. I have no idea if they have any idea of safe days here, so better safe than…

  Rikuto’s entire stiff mating tool is swallowed to its very base when Larravu somewhat swiftly lowers her hips. Her vaginal walls hold every centimeter of his dick with a hot, wet embrace that seems to perfectly fit him like a custom glove or a heated, velvety scabbard made specifically for his newly brandished sword.

  She trembles for a moment as she hugs his shoulders, and Rikuto pitches his head back, trying to calm himself even a little while her heated depths hold firmly to him.

  Focus, Rikuto. You can last longer than this. Just calm down. Even if it feels amazing…

  “Amazing…” whispers Larravu, as if she read his mind. Tears are in the corner of her eyes, but she looks absolutely adoring and content. “This is such a wonderful feeling, your Majesty.”

  “Y-Yeah…” huffs Rikuto. If he focuses on it, he might just erupt into her, and they’ve only just started. “You’re tight, Larravu… Perfect…”

  She grins at him. Her eyes are still watering a little bit, but she manages to lift her hips, and every centimeter seems to demand Rikuto channel his inner monk just to get more than seconds with this beautiful woman. He notices a small trickle of blood down his shaft. He didn’t notice any real resistance, and she doesn’t seem to be hurting, or she doesn’t care.

  Larravu dips her hips back down swiftly again, and she gasps as his dick plunges back into her depths. Rikuto grunts and inadvertently squeezes her hips a little.

  Damn! This is insane! How does anyone last if this is what it’s like?

  He slides his hands around her back more, hugging the gatonine woman more than simply gripping her sides. His hand bumps her tail, and she gasps, twitching the feline appendage.

  “C-Careful! I’m sensitive right now!”

  Does that mean it’s a counterattack?

  He guides his hands down around her buttocks, thumbing the base of her tail.

  She gasps, and her ears fold back for a moment as she scowls at him with one of the horniest expressions Rikuto has ever seen.

  “Brace yourself, your Majesty! If this is how you wish to do it…” She begins lifting her hips and dropping down onto his penis with a more steady motion, and Rikuto grunts and huffs, trying to brace against the urge quickly building itself in his body.

  No! Don’t lose yourself, Rikuto! You have to be careful! Enjoy it, but be ready to…

  Larravu kisses him, even as he tries to disrupt her rhythm by toying with her tail. It only flops and wriggles in his hand, defying him of his goal and only serving to arouse her more and more. She is all but laying on top of him on the wall of the tub, pressing her breasts against his chest while she bucks her seemingly perfect pussy on his inexperienced dick. In this moment, it feels as if the two were made for each other, brought together by fate across dimensions for this very moment. She eagerly accepts him deep into her belly, ready to claim his seed.

  Damn it! I can’t take this! If I wasn’t married, I’d already be telling her to get pregnant! Get pregnant! Damn it, I want to so bad… No! Focus! Just a little longer, and…

  Larravu nips his tongue with her teeth, biting his lip next. She is moaning and gasping quickly, riding him vigorously as she desperately seems to not care at all about the possible consequences.

  “L-Larravu, I’m getting close. We should…”

  She kisses him again quickly, whispering lustfully, “It’s alright, your Majesty. There’s nothing to worry about with me. I promise.”

  Would, I could, there wouldn’t be any question. But… Whoo…! This woman… God, she’s such a good fit…!

  Rikuto can feel it coming. His body is trembling, and Larravu is leaning entirely against him, her head tucked against his collar as she moves her hips in more shallow bucks. It’s then that Rikuto realizes his own hips have been moving as well, bucking up into her in rhythm with her, and her nails gently dig into his chest, pricking at his skin.

  This is it. Time to pull out.

  Rikuto takes hold of her hips, but he is startled when a sharp pain digs into the top of his shoulder, just off of his neck. He winces and yelps a little in pain, but for some reason, he can feel his body give in. He flops his back down the remaining little bit onto the wall, bucking his hips up as his balls clench. Larravu simultaneously tenses against him as she presses her hips down against his as firmly as she can, and her inner folds grip and twitch around him as she jerks and moans through her lips. Her teeth are locked against his flesh, which is painful, yet even that isn’t enough to distract him from twitching his own hips up in small bucks, driving jolt after jolt through his penis as his seed races deep inside of Larravu.

  It’s well beyond his control by the time it sinks in for him. He is pressed as deep inside of her as he can go, and his semen was just launched into her. She twitches in small movements to keep him as deep as possible while also stimulating him to coax out every drop she can get. He pants for a moment, trying to make sense of what just happened.

  He orgasmed, that much is certain, but it was the most intense one he has ever experienced. Even now, his body is still tingling in waves, and even trying to move a little bit seems to squeeze on his pelvic muscles and balls, forcing him to try to remain still as the two pant together.

  His gatonine lover makes soft mewling sounds as she breathes rapidly, and she notices the bite on his shoulder. She licks the wound gently, which stings a little, but Rikuto is too bewildered by his climax to get upset.

  The concern starts to sink in.

  No! What if she gets pregnant! If anyone finds out… I’m finished! I shouldn’t have done this! What was I thinking!?

  However, he notices a happily tearful face when Larravu finally sits up to look into his eyes. “Th-Thank you, your Majesty. I… That was wonderful…”

  “R-Right. M-Me too.”

  She smiles happily at this, and she touches his shoulder. “S-Sorry about this. My body moved on its own, and I was just so happy… I am happy…”

  This extinguishes the panic setting in, for better or worse. She seems genuinely thankful and content, and though he’s an idiot and a scummy person, if he ever actually wanted to entertain the notion of having a harem, he obviously would have to get used to having more than one woman.

  That said, it is unfair to Heralesse that he didn’t discuss this with her, but it’s not a topic he can bring himself to talk to her about. He has kept his intimacy experience on Earth to himself, with the only exception being Larravu, now, so he can at least make sure that Heralesse has a comfortable first time, with the goal of making her feel safe when they do it. The day will eventually come when they are pressured for a royal heir, and he doesn’t want her to have any reason to gossip about him.

  Whatever… It was only once, so as long as Larravu doesn’t get pregnant, it’s fine. We’ll just have to be more careful from now on.

  A strange, soft rumbling draws his attention to his chest, where Larravu is now snuggling against him, his penis still stiff deep inside of her, in spite of having just cum. And, he can just make out the sound over that of the lion-shaped waterfall statue in the other corner for the incoming water.

  Larravu is purring.

  Hearing this sound disarms Rikuto completely. He knows he has done something objectively wrong, but he genuinely does mean the best for Heralesse. But, he needed to get the poison out, and what better way to do that than gaining experience and confidence?

  He takes a deep breath and exhales to relax a little. It’ll be fine. From now on, I’ll be more careful and pull out. I trust Larravu, so I know she’s not just trying to trap me. We just got carried away.

  That said, after a brief catnap on his chest, Larravu stretches and teases Rikuto as he also stretches his body. “Your Majesty, if you’re up for it…”

  “I… Listen, Larravu, we have to be careful. I’m grateful to you, but if you end up pregnant…”

  “It’s fine, your Majesty. I won’t allow anything bad to come out of this. Please trust me…” She cups his cheek affectionately and leans in to kiss him once more. His heart races, and when her hand slides down to his pelvic region to touch his finally-softened member, it quickly obliges to her touch and immediately rises to full stiffness again. She adds lustfully, “Today is a very safe day for us. So, it would be a shame to have to waste it by only doing this once, right?”

  Damn it, she knows every button to push, doesn’t she? Rikuto closes his eyes to try to defend himself from her tempting words, but they are as irresistible as a hearty bowl of ramen or udon, tempting him in with unfathomable comfort.

  I shouldn’t… But… Guh… I already slipped up today, so as long as it really is a safe day for her… I can’t really pass it up, can I?

  As he thinks this, he does touch his shoulder, where the bleeding has mostly stopped. It’s tender, of course, but mostly reflects only her four canines. “Uh… Alright, but… Can you please not bite me this time?”

  She blushes and squirms, wiggling her tail cutely. “Sorry. I’ll control myself this time.” She turns away from him, wiggling her hips towards the young Japanese man as her tail curls in a crook-like shape. “Of course, I suppose I can’t bite you if we do it this way…”

  As the protagonist of his own isekai story, Rikuto is not so dense that he doesn’t recognize an invitation for what it is.

  And, whatever he was thinking, as he watches her tail cutely emphasize her fit and shapely hips and thighs. Not to mention the still-glistening labia of his first lover.

  What man could resist this? I mean, one whose tastes are this, obviously.

  Rikuto steps forward and slides his hands along her buttocks and hips. Larravu hums approvingly, gently teasing his face with her furry tail. It’s partially wet from where it dipped into the bath water during their cuddling, but it feels nice on the young man’s skin. He catches the tip of her tail with his lips, nibbling on it while he presses his hips to hers. She, in turn, gasps playfully and bucks her hips back receptively.

  “Don’t tease me too long, your Majesty. You must be ready to please your Queen, right?”

  Rikuto leans over her and kisses her neck, and the gatonine hums in approval, squirming her tail against his chest. Her ears fold back partially to listen to him, and she leans her head back to give the young man access to the side of her neck. Her flexibility is obvious and impressive, and she moans softly, sliding her hips back and forth against Rikuto’s.

  He uses his right hand to line his dick up with her labia, stroking across her wetted lower lips, and she nearly bucks back into him against. The young king nibbles her ear, causing her to gasp. The noise is lustful, but almost cute, and her other ear flicks while his lips hold onto the first.

  Rikuto slides his penis back into, and she makes a long, breathy mewling sound. She is sticky with their combined love juices, but also perfectly wet enough to pick right back up where they were.

  “Rikuto,” whispers the young man. This causes both of her ears to perk up, and she looks over her shoulder.

  “When it’s just us, please just call me Rikuto, Larravu.” He licks her neck, adding softly, “Or, if you’re so possessed… ‘Daareen’.” (A/N 1)

  “Dah-reen?” asks Larravu breathlessly.

  Rikuto nods and kisses her.

  It’s just for practice. I have to get used to hearing it, I have to get used to all of it. If someone like Ryuogriar… No, if Heralesse ever…

  He begins thrusting into Larravu from behind to distract himself from his train of thought.

  “Dahreen!” moans the gatonine lasciviously. She falls into rhythm with Rikuto as they make love once more.

  He’s glad he warned the knights that he would be soaking for a long time. The insatiable gatonine woman seems tireless, and as he’s approaching climax once more, Rikuto decides to return the favor.

  She cries out in ecstasy and a little bit of pain when he bites her shoulder, and it immediately sets her over the edge. She claws at the wall she’s leaning against, helpless against Rikuto’s thrusting. Though, he’s not far behind as he cums into her once again. The deed was already done, and she insisted it’s a safe day. Rikuto has no reason to curtail his enjoyment, even if he must ensure to be more careful the next time.

  That said, now that he has had a taste, Rikuto will likely not be able to resist relieving tension this way in the future.

  ***

  In the days that follow, Larravu and Rikuto meet up at various times and places in secret to continue their training. Larravu isn’t quite as feisty as she was the first time, but she does eagerly embrace Rikuto every time they can. She even starts wearing various disguises, including maid attire, gardener clothes, and a squire’s tunic. She avoids higher status roles, as anyone looking to start a scandal would be watching Rikuto’s interactions with apparent noble ladies and merchant’s daughters with keen interest. But, for such a stratified society, few pay any attention to the staff, as no one of status would try to marry a stable keeper or maid, or they would run away with her. And, since Larravu has become skilled at passing herself off as a young man while in disguise, she can all but come and go from Rikuto’s presence for brief trysts or longer nights of passion.

  Finally, Rikuto is able to relax, and he has been able to sleep well enough to focus on the affairs of Mornistae properly.

  Though, the future, whether knowable or not, always becomes the present.

  ***

  A/N 1: ‘Daareen’ is used here for a more phonetic representation of ダーリン, which is romanized to ‘Daarin’, or ‘dārin’. This is the direct loanword for ‘Darling’ in Japanese.