Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 5

>”Are you going to marry her?”

>You look over at Holly, trying to keep your expression neutral. You’re pretty sure you’re failing, but luckily your sister’s eyes are still firmly focused on the drawing in front of her

>”Who?”

>”Silmeria. She likes you, you know”

>You decide to feign ignorance on the matter

>”Does she now?”

>Holly nods emphatically as she exchanges her yellow pencil for a black one

>”She was asking me about what kind of girls you liked the day she brought me these”

>She wiggles the pencil at you briefly before she returns to coloring

>”And what did you tell her?”

>”That you were always more interested in work than in girls”

>You would have said that you were interested in staying fed and clothed and had no time for girls, but it must have looked that way to her

>She looks up at you from her drawing

>”Do you like kitsune? Everyone at school says they’re dangerous, but Silmeria is always so nice. I think she’d be a good wife”

>The question gives you pause. A week ago you would have dodged it; she’s still a bit young to have to learn just how low on the totem pole humans are. But now…

>”You’re blushing”

>You give her a dirty look for interrupting your train of thought and decide to admit that Silmeria is the nicest kitsune you’ve ever met.

>Certainly true, but not a particularly impressive feat when the only other kitsune you’ve met were either raping you or shouldering in front of you in the bread line.

>”Then you’d better marry her before someone else does. I won’t be around to take care of you forever you know”

>You force yourself to laugh at her joke. Satisfied with your response, she returns to her drawing, leaving you to wonder if it would really be so terrible having a more permanent arrangement with Silmeria

 

>Silmeria keeps a vice-like grip on your hand as she drags you through the shopping arcade

>Though her firm grasp and speed betray her excitement, she does her best to maintain her signature frigid stare, warding off the humans who regard you with misplaced sympathy and the occasional kitsune who asks if she’d mind sharing once she’s done with you

>Though she has only one tail, the rifleman’s pin and campaign ribbons on her jacket are enough to make even a 4-tailed kitsune think twice about trying to muscle in.

>Eventually she spots her target: the scarves

>She got a look at the threadbare scarf you’d been using to keep the chill off in the evenings and declared that it was unfit to be a dishrag

>She insisted that she’d find you a silk scarf, but as she ties one scarf after another around your neck in one style after another, you can’t shake the feeling that she just enjoys playing dress up with you

>Eventually a small smile works its way onto her face and she announces that the latest scarf is perfect for you

>You pull  yourself out of your daydream and look at the clothe she’s tried around your neck.

>Not what you would have picked, but then you’re not paying for it

>Silmeria grabs your hand again as you walk to the cashier, pretending not to hear the adolescent kitsune who catcalls you as you pass her

>Silmeria’s face has hardened back to its usual almost-glare by the time you reach the front of the line, and the human laborer working the register does a double take when she sees the two of you

 

>”Is there a problem, comrade?”

>The Cashier looks downright scared as she regards the decorated soldier at your side, though you’re not sure why. She certainly looks a bit more annoyed than usual now with all the looks you’ve been getting….

>Well that’s the problem right there. The poor girl thinks she’s done something to make the veteran in front of her angry

>Silmeria coolly assures her that everything is fine and inquires as to how she’s doing today

>”Oh fine. Fine. Everything’s fine”

>The human behind the register makes a trembling attempt to ring up the scarf Silmeria hands to her, but seems to have somehow forgotten how to operate the machine

>After her second failure to ring up the item, she suggests that Silmeria just take the scarf

>Silmeria rolls her eyes and looks at the scarf’s tag. She pulls a billfold from her pocket and lays down an amount of money that makes you feel faint when you remember that it’s all for one little strip of silk.

>”Keep the change”

>She scoops the scarf up and hooks her arm around yours. You both proceed to the door while the startled cashier takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself

>As you step out into the cool afternoon air, Silmeria looks up at you quizzically

>”What the hell was wrong with that cashier?”

 

>Your route home from the shopping arcade takes you to the far side of your building, and you have to pass through the court to get home

>As you pass near the swing set in the center you spot Holly sitting on a bench, her knees drawn up to her chest.

>She’s crying.

>You drop Silmeria’s hand and are kneeling in front of your sister in a flash

>You rest your hand on her shoulder and speak to her softly, trying to get her to calm down and tell you what happened

>”They wouldn't let anyone play with me”

>”Who?”

>”The other kids’ parents. They said our family was trash”

>A shadow falls over the two of you as Silmeria catches up to you, but she maintains a respectful distance from you while you talk to your sister

>Holly looks into your eyes

>”They called you a whore”

>The shadow over you suddenly grows as Silmeria’s tail bristles with rage

>She steps forward and crouches down next to you, murderous intent in her eyes

>”Who did?”

 

 

>Holly blanches when she sees Silmeria, but it’s not her that the kitsune’s wrath is directed at

>”Y-Yuri’s parents. And Miss Orlov”

>Silmeria stands back up and starts walking toward your complex’s entrance with long, purposeful strides, her tail trashing behind her.

>You’re caught in a moment of indecision. You feel like you ought to say something to Holly, but you’ve never seen Silmeria angry before, and you’re not sure what she intends to do.

>Yuri’s parents, who and wherever the hell they are, are probably safely tucked away in some corner of the building. But Ms. Orlov is your landlord. She has her name engraved in brass on her ground-floor door, broadcasting her location to any disgruntled kitsune that may be looking for her

>You tell Holly to go wait for you inside and hurry after Silmeria, who by now has a decent lead on you

>You manage to grab her by the tail and pull her to a halt just before she gets to the directory board, right across the way from Ms. Orlov’s apartment

>She whirls round to face you, fuming.

>”Calm down”

>Some of the anger drains from her expression

>”They called you-“

>”I know what they said, I was right there next to you, remember?”

>”And you’re just going to let them?”

>”Are they really worth the trouble?”

>Silmeria opens her mouth to say something, then closes it as her anger cools

>You take the opportunity to sidle over a few steps so that her gaze is directed away from the building, lest she see Ms. Orlov’s plaque and decide that they are, in fact, worth the effort.

>”I’m flattered that you’re so eager to jump to my defense, Silmeria, but this isn’t worth making a scene over”

>Silmeria deflates visibly as your words get through to her

>Over her shoulder, you see Ms. Orlov’s door swing open silently as she starts on her rounds of harassing the tenants for whatever bill they’re late on this week. She pauses to look at the two of you with undisguised contempt before heading upstairs.

>Her nephew waddles up to the door behind her and waves goodbye before closing it. He’s still so small that he has to put his full weight on it to get it closed

>That screeching vulture will probably never know how big a bullet she just dodged.

 

>Silmeria, not ready to fully let go of her righteous fury, finds something new to be angry about

>”What about Holly’s playmates?”

>You assure her that you’ll address that problem in a nonviolent manner.

>Silmeria sighs.

>”Fine. Come on, I think Holly is going to need a hug”

>You take her hand and lead her back up to your apartment

>Holly left the door slightly ajar for you, and you see her sitting on the sofa when you come in. She’s stopped crying now, but she regards Silmeria with a bit of trepidation

>”Did you beat them up?”

>Silmeria smirks and brings her fist into her open palm with a smack

>”To a bloody pulp”

>Silmeria hangs her coat up and settles down on the sofa next to Holly. She looks over to your sister and pats her lap. Holly smiles in response and eases herself into the tanned soldier’s embrace . Silmeria wraps her tail around the both of them and uses it to tickle Holly’s chin.

>You excuse yourself to run a quick errand, retrieving an envelope of banknotes from your lockbox.

>You head down to Ms. Orlov’s place and lean against the doorframe.

>You haven’t been waiting for more than a few minutes when the old crone comes shuffling back down the stairs, her apron pocket stuffed with the back-rent and utilities she managed to scrounge up this time around

>She says nothing to you until she’s right in front of you, then folds her arms and looks at you impatiently

>”Well?”

>You hold the envelope out to her

>”Thought I’d pay next month’s rent in advance”

>She swipes the envelope out of your hand and starts counting out its contents

>”This how she bought you then? Cash for services rendered?”

>Walked right into it.

>”It’s funny you should mention that actually. Apparently my sister was upset over some remarks heard from your direction-”

>”I saw you, you good-for-nothing kitsune lover”

>”Beg pardon?”

>”I saw you, that day the two of you were fucking at the window like a pair of animals”

>You straighten up and fold your arms.

>”No. No you didn’t”

>She looks up to you from money in her hands for the first time

>”What?”

>”You didn’t see anything. You’d been drinking and you were angry with me for always being late with my rent and so you started talking rot. And you’ll tell everyone that too. Unless you want to start managing apartments in Siberia”

>She narrows her eyes at you

>”You’re bluffing”

>You are of course. But bitter old fogies like her still think kitsune are demons fresh from hell.

>”Maybe I am. But you know how kitsune are about their property. Make my sister cry one more time and you’ll find out for sure”

>You shoulder past her and make for the stairs

>As you reach the third step she calls after you

>”I can’t halt the rumor mill by myself you know!”

>You smile. You got to her.

 

>Silmeria put a record on while you were out. Holly is dancing clumsily with her to the music.

>You decide that a cup of hot chocolate would be a good way to brighten your sister’s mood

>You fish around in the pantry for the canister of cocoa. You recall how excited Holly was when she saw Silmeria bring it in

>As you head over to the fridge for milk, you take notice of a new drawing affixed to it next to Silmeria’s portrait

>It’s a picture of you and Silmeria, hands clasped.

>While you wait for the milk to warm you hear the two of them chatting and giggling about something

>As you stir the cocoa into the hot milk you rub idly at the loop of fine silk still hanging around your neck and consider how the woman in the other room was ready to put a beatdown on your landlord and neighbors just for badmouthing you

>You return to the living room, mug in hand, to see Silmeria tending to Holly’s hair with a pocket comb while Holly drags her hairbrush through the fur on Silmeria’s tail.

>You make a decision

 

>You leave Silmeria and Holly to their cuddling and head to your room

>You drag the old trunk out from under your bed and dig past the yellowed books, the spare blanket, and the photographs you have no room to hang until you find the small box nestled in the lower corner.

>You open it and examine the ring your father gave you

>A diamond so small that you could lose it in an ashtray set it in a plain mounting on a band of unremarkable gold.

>The most valuable thing you own

>You rebox the ring, pocket it, and return to the living room, where Holly is playing keepaway with her hot cocoa

>You give your sister a playful bop on the head and tell her to share. She makes a grand show of begrudgingly handing Silmeria her mug

>You sit down and silently regard the tanned kitsune cradling your sister like her own pup. You finger at the box in your pocket, already unsure of yourself

>How would a mighty kitsune react to an outdated human ritual? Would she laugh at you? Would she sigh with disappointment at your pathetic offering?

>She looks up at you from nuzzling her nose against your sister’s hair and grins impishly

>She wouldn't do anything like that, you’re sure. She’d at least understand how important a gesture it was to you, and you know the old man would want you to put that ring on your wife’s finger, no matter who she was.

>Holly holds her newly reclaimed mug out to you and insists that you have a drink too

>The creamy drink is so sweet that you can almost feel your teeth rotting as it flows down your throat

>You thank her for it anyway, and decide to enjoy your life as it is for just a little longer. However Silmeria reacts to the ring, it’s going to be a major turning point.

 

>After a few hours, Holly yawns and stretches. You check your watch and realize it’s just about her bed time

>You gently coax her up and attend to her through the evening routine of putting on her pajamas, brushing her teeth, and settling into bed.

>Once she’s safely tucked in you rejoin Silmeria. She waits until you sit down before she rises from her seat and plumps herself down on your lap

>She says nothing, just reaches up and strokes your cheek lovingly. Her vulpine ears twitch slightly whenever your breath washes over them

>After a while, you decide that now is as good a time as any to pop the question. You shift about, trying to retrieve the ring, but the weight of the kitsune in your lap makes it hard to get your hand into your pocket.

>”Sorry, am I sitting on a delicate spot?”

>You tell her that you need to get something out of your pocket and ask if she wouldn't mind shifting her weight for just a moment.

>She shimmies a few inches toward your knees; you make another try at the small box in your pocket, but you still can’t quite get at it.

>You stretch your leg slightly to hopefully take a little more pressure off the seam of your pocket.

>You manage to grasp the box, but you unseat Silmeria, who lets out a surprised yip as she loses her balance and awkwardly grabs onto you to keep from falling to the floor

>You groan internally. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your proposal.

 

>Silmeria heaves herself up from her awkward position, bringing her face quite close to yours as you slip the ringbox out. She smiles faintly at her closeness to you.

>You must have a pretty severe expression on your face however, for her smile is quickly replaced with a look of concern

>”Is something wrong?”

>”Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all. Listen…”

>You bring the box up to eye level.

>”I know this probably doesn’t mean a lot to you”

>You open the lid, revealing the wedding band within

>”But it would mean a lot to me if you’d accept it”

>Silmeria cocks an eyebrow curiously when she sees the tiny round of gold, then she gasps and clamps a hand over her mouth in surprise as the meaning of it dawns on her.

>”I-is this what humans do when they… Are you a-asking me to…“

>”Silmeria, will you marry me?”

 

>A smile breaks out on her face. Tears of joy well up at the corners of her eyes

>”YES! Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesyes…”

>She hugs the hand holding the ring to her chest and starts planting kisses all over your face

>You’re starting to wonder if she’ll ever stop kissing you when she finally gets ahold of herself and withdraws to examine the ring.

>She looks up at you with faint embarrassment

>”Which finger do you put it on?”

>You gently take the ring from her and slip it onto the third finger of her left hand. She tilts it so that the tiny diamond catches the light and makes a delighted sound.

>”I’m never taking this off”

>She presses herself against you in the tightest hug you've ever experienced with a contented sigh

>You spend a few minutes in silence, running your fingers through her hair and scratching gently at her fuzzy ears, pleased that your proposal was so well received.

>Eventually though, she slides her head out from under your hand and plants a much more purposeful kiss on your mouth, her long, wet tongue rolling about with a life of its own.

>”So, now that we’ve taken care of the human marriage customs, how about move on to the kitsune marriage ceremony?”

>She stands up, being sure to wiggle her buttocks against your crotch a little more than she really needed to, and takes you by the hand.

>You follow her to your bedroom

 

>Silmeria eyes Holly’s door across the hall contemplatively, realizing that something needs to be done to keep from waking her.

>She trots over to your bed and heaves the blankets off of it. She returns to your door, swings it shut, and tucks them under the crack. Better than nothing.

>”You don’t need them anyway. I’ll keep you warmer than they ever did.”

>She starts undressing and you take the queue to do the same. She takes every opportunity to brush at your sensitive areas with her tail as she slowly exposes every inch of her taut, caramel-colored body to you

>Once the last of your clothing hits the floor, she pushes you onto the bed and jumps in after you.

>She kisses you again, but breaks it quickly and spins herself around on top of you, planting her cunt right in your face and bringing her head down between your legs

>You feel her slimy tongue slowly slide over your crotch, undulating and wrapping around your genitals, coaxing you to full mast and wetting your cock in preparation of the mating to come.

>You return the favor, running your tongue over her already damp slit up to her clitoris.

>You spread her with your fingers and flick your tongue back and forth over her pleasure button, which puffs up pleasantly in response. She takes your crown into her mouth and slides herself down your shaft, her tongue slipping out between her lip and your cock to coil around your sack

>The oral assault takes its toll with interest; you begin to twitch inside her mouth, and by the way Silmeria is salivating you're sure that you must be leaking precum like a broken faucet.

>Feeling as though you’re being outpaced, you purse your lips into a pseudo-kiss and lock them over her clit, sucking gently, while you just barely slip a finger into her entrance and begin to tease at her. She clenches reflexively, almost pushing your digit out, but you increase your pressure and manage to hold your tantalizing position

>Her snatch is soon dripping with arousal, her lower lips flushed and swollen with need. She twitches and wiggles her hips absently, her body eager to take more of you inside while her mind tries to savor the anticipation.

>Silmeria grows more daring in her fellatio, forcing your entire length into her mouth and holding it there. Your glans poke dangerously far into her throat and you can feel the hot, slow breaths coming from her nose tickling your saliva-slicked balls.

>You remain like this for what feels like hours, ruthlessly attacking each other's pleasure points, slowly creeping toward the edge, until you start to worry your night of passion will end before it's even begun.

>Simultaneously, you both decide that you've had enough foreplay. You shift to a sitting position as she pulls herself off of you and turns to face you, making sure to give you a shockingly intense last suckle as your length slides out of her mouth

>She sidles up to you and plants her hands on your shoulders, golden eyes gazing lovingly into yours. She lowers herself gently, until your throbbing prick just pokes into her eagerly awaiting vagina, then relaxes her legs and lets gravity drive her down to the hilt.

 

>She draws a stuttering breath as she bottoms out, her long tongue lolling down above her chest.

>She rests on your lap for a moment, gaze still locked to yours, relishing the sensation of having you within her.

>Her welcoming folds clutch rapaciously at your intruding member, and the stroking they give you has you tempted to push her onto her back and ravage her, but you want to make this last, and wait for her to take the initiative.

>Deciding that she’s ready to proceed, Silmeria adjusts her grip on your shoulders and uses her leverage to start lifting herself up and slapping back down onto your rod. She moves with almost agonizing slowness, relishing every moment of your leisurely mating.

>Desperate for something to focus on besides the pleasurable torture you’re undergoing, you slide your hands up her sun-darkened belly until they meet her pert breasts. You press your hands into them, squeezing her erect nipples between your fingers, then pull your hands back until her teats slip from between your digits. Her bosoms bounce back into place, and you begin your attack again.

>All the time, the shining coins of her eyes still regard you with boundless affection

>Silmeria’s breathing grows ragged and her face deep red as you fondle her chest, and she deigns to add her tail to the mix

>The tip of the fluffy appendage curves around toward your groin, and on the next upstroke she curls it around your cock.

>It’s stronger than you’ve hitherto realized, capable of gripping your base quite agreeably in its fuzzy warmth while her clinging pussy continues to work your cockhead

>She wraps her arms around your neck in a loose hug and rests her chin on your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as she continues to ride your engorged manhood.

 

>Her pussy starts to convulse and clench in a perverse rhythm as her pleasure grows. Her breath is reduced to shallow gasps and her movements are starting lose coherency

>You bring your hands to her waist to steady yourself and begin to buck upwards into her sopping petals. Silmeria’s ears perk up and flick side to side in response to the sloppy, wet noises that well up from your loins, tickling your cheek.

>She evidently decides that her tail isn’t working hard enough to make you cum and switches tactics

>She coils as much of the velvet-furred length as her position allows around your cock, then slowly unravels it, gripping just enough that you can feel every inch of her softness as it tickles you. Once her tail snaps free, she wraps it back around you and starts to unravel it in the other direction

>It feels wonderful, too wonderful in fact. You close your eyes and pull Silmeria closer, your pleasure-wracked brain too busy to be bothered with any sensory input beyond your lover’s warmth and the incredible sensations she’s applying to your shaft

>You begin thrusting into her with frantic speed, the maddeningly delicate attentions of her tail pushing you over the edge of reason with the need for release.

>Silmeria catches on quickly, slamming her needy snatch against you, hilting herself again and again, with total disregard for how it interferes with her tail’s ministrations

>You climax in unison, your thick, gooey seed flooding her femininity in long spurts, each new jet of cum prompting her spasming pussy to squirt a wash of femspunk over you

>The obscene call and response lasts longer than it should, until you've filled her pussy such that every fresh rope of semen forces out a dribble of your previous load. The linen beneath you is saturated with the proof of her pleasure

>You collapse back onto the bed and she arches her back as the extended pleasure robs you both of your ability to do anything but cry out in orgasmic gratitude. Your vision swims and you feel your muscles clench of their own accord.

>You’re vaguely aware of a strange crackling, ripping noise and the scent of ozone as Silmeria’s cries reach their crescendo.

>She lurches forward with a gasp, shivering and twitching. Her eyelids are fluttering as she tries to focus on you

>She drops down onto you heavily, too drained to hold herself up any longer.

 

>The first thing you’re conscious of is Silmeria’s hand sliding across the sex-soaked sheet to gently grip yours

>The second thing you’re conscious of is the sight of her tail waving lazily back and forth over her shoulder

>This strikes you as very odd, since you can still feel her tail tucked loosely between your torso and hers

>Silmeria stirs out of her catatonia. After a bit of mumbling and shuffling she raises her head to look at you. She gives you a loopy, almost drunken smile and plants a wet kiss on your cheek, her tongue slipping out from between her lips and sliding over your face into your mouth before the rest of her follows suit.

>You take the long moment she spends working your mouth to try and work out how her tail can be wagging behind her and nestled against your belly at the same time. No dice. After a few more moments of oral exchange rationality finally asserts itself enough that you realize she must have 2 tails.

>Your member starts to escape from it's silken prison as you defy your muscles' complaints and sit upright. Silmeria whines meekly

>"Keep it in a little longer"

>You ignore her and try to look down past her shoulder to confirm your theory

>You're right. Her tail has divided right down to the base, the new tail bobbing behind her idly while the old one remains sandwiched between your crotches.

>"Silmeria, look."

>"Don't wanna. Too tired."

>"LOOK"

>You give her second tail a gentle pull, prompting both to flinch in response. Silmeria's eyes grow wide as you abruptly knock her out of the afterglow, then wider as it finally hits her that she's getting sensations from a new source.

>She practically jumps off of you, landing on her behind and pulling both of her tails around in front of her.

>She regards the duo of velvet appendages with disbelief. She grips one, then the other, running her hands up and down them, checking to see if they’re both real.

>Abruptly, she grins a million-watt grin and hugs her fluffy tails against her face, cooing and chuckling giddily, nuzzling against her own fur.

>A rather embarrassed smile works it’s way onto your face as you watch her. She looks a bit silly like that, but at the same time you can’t help but be happy for her. Growing a tail is a serious milestone for a kitsune.

>She reaches out to grab your hand and guide it onto her new tail. You run your fingers through the velvety fur as she hugs you.

>”Thank you”

>You glance at the clock and note that it’s just past 1 in the morning. You and Silmeria decide to cuddle up together and get some sleep

>She puts her arms around you, followed by her tails, then hooks one of her legs around one of yours and pulls you flush against her. You reach up to tuck the pillow under both your heads

>She was right, she’s much warmer than your blankets.

 

>You wake up the next morning to a feathery tickling sensation all over your body. You open your eyes to see Silmeria straddling you, her pair of tails dancing over your body, rubbing delicately at your skin

>Silmeria blushes slightly when she realizes you’re awake.

>”Sorry, I couldn’t fight the urge”

>She pushes one of her tails up to your nose, a pleased smile overriding her sheepish expression

>”Smell”

>You take a cautious sniff. At first she seems to smell the same as she always does, but after another breath you detect something new yet familiar in her scent, something warm and somehow comforting

>”My marriage marker is already coming in”

>That’s what she’s doing then. Marking you as hers with the pheromones her body has started producing in response to your third mating.

>Not too long ago the idea would have been abhorrent to you, but now the knowledge fills you with joy. You know you can trust Silmeria to be good to you.

>You gently ease her off of you and stand up next to the bed. You hold your arms out from your sides and then motion for her to continue

>She presses up against you almost immediately, running her fluffy tails over your body, grinding and nuzzling against you lightly, ensuring you’re entirely covered with her scent before she finally pulls away

>You stare into her eyes, trying to think of something to say, but you’re interrupted by a growl from her stomach

>Silmeria giggles and pats her belly

>”Let’s go get something to eat”

>You and Silmeria redress and head out, being careful not to make too much noise as you do so, lest you disturb Holly

>Silmeria links arms with you and leads you up the street, toward a bakery that she insists is the best place in the city to get breakfast.

>Your journey takes you outside the areas of the city you’re familiar with, into a solidly kitsune-dominated area, and you find yourself a bit on edge as you see fewer and fewer humans around you

>Your surroundings grow more affluent as you continue to walk, and when you finally reach the bakery you’re marveling at the wide thoroughfares and the well-stocked, wide-windowed shops that line them

>The bakery is packed wall to wall when you arrive, and Silmeria suggests that you wait for her outside while she wriggles through the throng of kitsune inside.

>She’s gone before you can tell her you’re not comfortable with that, and you’re left with no choice but to sit down on one of the benches outside and try to look inconspicuous

 

>You fail miserably. A human in this part of town is about as inconspicuous as a fireworks display

>You notice a kitsune moving toward you from the corner of your eye. You gulp as she draws closer. Six tails, expensive clothing, and a servant at her heels. An oligarch.

>She eyes you hungrily as she closes in; you try to avoid making eye contact and hope she decides you aren’t worth her time.

>That possibility seems to grow less likely by the second, but she suddenly stops and frowns as she comes within arm’s reach of you. She leans forward and sniffs; her frown grows. She straightens back up with a disappointed sigh and continues on her way. Her maid seems more disappointed than she is, perhaps having hoped to get a turn with you after her master was finished.

>You slump down lower on the bench as the tension finally leaves you. You spend the rest of your wait for Silmeria thinking about how she just protected you without having been anywhere near you.

>When she returns, bag in hand, you pull her into a hug and spend a few long moments gently rocking her back and forth, letting her soothing scent fill your lungs, finally realizing just how different your life is going to be from now on.

 

Links to other chapters

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