Back in Kyoto, the night was in full swing. After the "cleaning" session with Yasaka, Ethan turned his full attention to the main event: Kunou.
He stripped the remaining scraps of fabric from her teenage body. His gaze traveled down her firm breasts, past her slim waist, to the "Sacred Grove." Kunou was a "White Tiger"—completely hairless, her mound a plump, pale pink hill of soft flesh. Her labia were as delicate as flower petals, pulsing slightly with her quickened breath.
Ethan guided his massive, throbbing rod toward that tight, virgin entrance. He felt a slick, viscous heat before he even entered.
"Is this... pre-cum, or did your mother leave a mess?" Ethan teased, noticing how soaked she already was. The combination of her kitsune nature and the excitement of the night had turned her into a fountain of honey.
"N-no... wait... Ethan..." Kunou whimpered. She was a centuries-old yokai, but in this moment, she felt like a helpless girl.
Ethan didn't wait. He spread her soft, pudgy lips with the head of his dragon, coating his glans in her thick nectar. Then, he pushed.
Squelch.
The entry was so lubricated that he slid halfway in almost instantly. Kunou's body stiffened, her back arching as her internal muscles clamped down on the intruder with terrifying force. She was much tighter than her mother, her virgin walls wrapping around him like thousands of tiny, suctioning fingers.
Ethan groaned as he broke through her hymen. A mixture of blood and clear juices ran down his shaft. He didn't stop until his glans punched squarely against her cervix—her "flower heart."
"AHHHH!" Kunou screamed, her first taste of sexual pleasure hitting her like a lightning strike. The pain was gone in a flash, replaced by a devastating, full-body high.
Ethan grabbed her slender legs, hoisting them onto his shoulders. He began to hammer into her, his hips slapping against her pale ass with a rhythmic thud-thud-thud. The tatami mats creaked under the weight of their lust.
"So tight... you're even more of a man-eater than your mother," Ethan growled, his hands migrating to her breasts.
Kunou's breasts were perfect—firm, bouncy, and topped with nipples the color of ripe cherries. Ethan squeezed them, watching the pale flesh spill through his fingers like soft dough. He leaned down, biting and sucking on her nipples while his lower half continued its relentless assault.
"Ah... Ethan! There! Hit me there! Oh god!" Kunou cried out, her dignity long gone. She began to thrust her hips back against him, meeting every deep lunge with a desperate hunger.
As he reached his peak, Ethan felt his balls tighten. He lunged one last time, pinning Kunou down as he prepared to fire.
"Wait! Don't put it inside! What if I get pregnant?!" Kunou panicked, her youthful ignorance showing.
Ethan just smirked, his movements becoming more violent. "Too late to worry about that now, Kunou!"
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he erupted. Thick, scorching ropes of Dragon God essence blasted into the depths of her womb.
"AGHHHHH!" Kunou shrieked, her body convulsing as she was filled to the brim with his hot, heavy seed. She reached a staggering orgasm at the same moment, her internal walls milking him dry as she collapsed into a pool of her own fluids.
Ethan stayed inside her for several minutes, enjoying the aftershocks of her trembling body. The little fox princess was now, in every sense of the word, his.