Bunking With A Declining Noble Clan of Your Worshipers

Staying at the teahouse you enjoyed its entertaining atmosphere of the cross-section of normal fantasy far eastern life juxtaposed with such blasie displays of sensuality or carnal acts that suffused their motions.

This was just about the last place in the world you should be trying to study this world to figure out how you’re going to establish your identity. Distractions were everywhere, moaning siren songs that pulled you away from the dry study material you were slogging through.

Such as the lovely waitress from earlier when taking a break to socialize meant boldly making out with another younger looking and petite waitress, her hand underneath the other woman’s dress, the furious motions of her wrist left no guesses as to what it was doing, a favor returned by the other woman pawing at her co-workers breasts as their tongues wrestled.

Between those sultry moans, were breathy giggles and sensual keens from the twisting fingers separating intense make outs were stretches of intimate cuddling as the younger woman rested her head on the older waitresses shoulder.

But, rather than any seductive whispers or saucy suggestive overtures their sexual foreplay you expected from back home, they simply chattered about everyday things even as the older of the pair fingered the younger one to a climax.

Those two waitresses were another symbol of the divide between woman on woman and between the sexes. Driven with titillated interest you cast a discerning eye out among the crowd you tried to divine deeper into the flippant allowances you’d created in the raunchy groping rules.

In indulging in people watching, though it was more similar to watching softcore porn from what you saw.

Breasts were cupped, asses caressed and men had their dicks squeezed in a mindless casual manner that came to the natives like breathing in a multitude of ways, yet there was a physical unspoken language you felt in how they went about it.

Your keen study picked some patterns out; strangers weren’t too shy about copping a feel, men and women were equally opportunities even if what followed their groping differed.

Men naturally just enjoyed getting their hands on a great set of tits or a fine ass. Women among friends happily shared the results, gossiping about how big the manhood they sized up was or groped and played with eachothers assets, bouncing large tits in their palms or pinching nipples.

Single women were similar, yet different from men; they eyed a target with interest before taking a man's measure or took opportunity to grab a guys junk when presented, their touches, squeezes and groping of men was often short enough to get an idea then stopping.

Once again, the stark difference of rules between men and women appeared when women on their own engaged in groping each other.

A (by local human standards.) muscular woman wearing little more than a fundoshi and a few chest wrapping at the counter cast a look to her side at the inviting soft round ass of the woman beside her, and unhesitantly grabbed a handful. Her fingers sinking just barely into the globe of the other woman’s cheek finding it surprisingly firm.

“How do you keep that softness to it like that!?” The muscular woman said, admiringly squeezed it with curiosity.

The other woman just laughed and they started a conversation, an instance far from singular as women found common ground in admiring the others body and built into women full blown conversations between budding friends.

For people who were already acquainted, you were puzzled. As picking out the gilled woman once more you found her in a much better mood as she roared with laughter as she had a small pile of coins in front of her as the gambling stopped.

Boisterously she patted her tits. “Hahaha! Praise Haverty for how you lads lose your heads like horny dogfolk in a rut at just the idea of playing with my Carus’s pillows.”

As their game ended the men she’d been with bid their goodbyes, most adding in sliding a hand into the parted front of the woman’s jinbei to cop a good feel of her breasts. The last of the group lingered, his hand circling around the heavy tit caressing it beneath her shirt as if entranced by it.

Raising an eyebrow in amusement the gilled woman grinned. “Trying to say something there? Or just regretting you got with a laundress with tits as flat as her washboard?” She mirthfully said, waggling her eyebrows at him.

The man snorted as he finally let go. “Aye, wishing I could be fucking those thing every night instead.”

She gwaffed at him. “Hahaha! Of course they’re great! Even Haverty would want to fuck ‘em!” The gilled woman boasted emphasising her pride by slapped her large jugs sending them wobbling.

You took a deep sip of your tea to wet your parched throat; how right she was.

“Now git ya bastard, not like your girls going to go fragile on ya.” She dismissed him with a friendly shooing motion of the hand.

You could feel some far deeper unspoken etiquette flowing through it all, but you couldn’t piece it together beyond the basics you’d initially laid down in your initial creation of Mellovian.

Refocusing yourself as you flip through the pages of your encyclopedia occurs to you, you realized you didn’t know the local etiquette needed to strike out on your own completely, sure you had a good chance with the heavy finger on the scale in your favor. But, simply you wouldn’t learn nearly enough in a single afternoon or even weeks.

What you needed was someone who could already play the game as a buffer against the attention an artificer would have, a filter for clients and someone to provide protection while you learn the ropes. That and having a sexy ‘patron’ to play around with and mold to your tailor whatever accommodations you have to your desires.

And you had the perfect idea of how to find such a person.

‘Carus.’ You beckoned through your new mental link.

With the swiftness of a girl who’d been waiting all day for a call from her man your head angel answered. “Yes Haverty!” Carus joyously answered, you could feel the happiness oozing through the link.

She paused and cleared her throat, as you heard the rustling of paper. “What is your bidding?” Her follow up was more the authoritative and dignified secretary tone she’d shown.

“I’ve decided on my pursuit. I shall be donning the guise of an artificer and building a personal guild so to say of adventurers. Now I’m looking for a decent benefactor from my followers for my little adventure, perhaps one in something of a decline or decay that would consider renting to me when they normally wouldn’t.” You informed your head angel of your preferred criteria.

You played with a page of your encyclopedia and ogle the bouncing breasts of the waitress and gave her rump another fondle as she brought you another cup of tea expecting Carus to take a moment to answer.

Nearly instantaneously Carus had her answer. “There are several clans in Khangu which could meet your criteria, the most fitting candidate would be the Sima clan. The clan has an approved monopoly on production and providing the ceremonial alcohols and incense that the city’s temple uses in your holy rituals, after overextending itself with recent windfalls which ceased when the Matriarch became a widow has left the clan in a precarious position.” Carus dutifully recited.

Oh, a nice widow to toy around with and use? Sounding good, but. ‘Children, familial deities or spirits and what real estate is on offer?’ You questioned.

The waitress giggled as she lounged bent over your table as she returned the favor. Her hand caressed your jawline as it trailed down to your lap to your half hardened member, an experimental touch, followed by a curious exploration as she discovered your size.

You could see a sparkle in her eyes as her hand remained there fondling your cock. “My, Haverty has certainly favored you foreigners.” She husked, giving your bulbous cockhead through your clothes a favoring rub.

‘The Matriarch has a daughter; you are the clan’s patron deity giving any recommendation from the temple far greater weight and the clan maintains a clan compound with several mansions for housing important clan members in Khangu for politics, and out in their lands there is an extensive clan estate housing which you’d have to deal with the rest of the clan.’ Carus' response was concise and informative.

The daughter and clan were nice extras and the ability to possibly rent inside and outside the city could be useful, but there was something appealing to the idea of bunking with unwitting followers of your divine guise.

Fitting mischief for a god of mystery you suppose. That tugged at the corner of your mouth.

Giving the waitress a pinch of the nipple you infused a little divine power into it to spike the pleasure she received, you enjoyed the sound of her soft breathy moan as her whole body stiffened, and feeling up her inner-thigh you felt wetness of her arousal trailing down her skin.

‘See to arranging an introduction through the temple for me with the Sima clan, do underplay it a touch I suppose. Oh, and make sure Daisuke is there to handle the face to face portion.’ You ordered Carus.

Her hand that had never left your prick stroked it with desire. “How about we have some fun once my shift is over?”

‘Are you certain Haverty? It’ll attract some attention among the mortals from the infrequency that I instruct for such introductions. Though I’ll make sure you get your little kitten~’ Carus sounded quite proud at that last bit.

Grinning, you run your hand up the waitress's thigh, disappearing under her short china dress’s skirt until your fingers caress her wet womanhood, having fun you sunk a finger into her leaking honeypot to the first knuckle causing her to blush. “Sir!” She lightly protested, but made no move to remove your finger, instead she flushed and leaned more into your fingers with some shame.

Her sudden bashfulness at being fingered nearly made you laugh and it certainly left you with a wide grin on your face; you could play with women tits, ass and even caress her pussy to your hearts delight, but slip a finger in and suddenly you’ve crossed a line!

Unrepentant you wiggled your fingertip and petted her velvety inner walls with a grin. “It’s a little harmless fun, besides I wanted to give you a reward.” You chuckle at your awful pun as you sink your whole finger into her, her inner walls tightening around your finger squeezing it.

Her hand grasping your dick amorously continued caressing your cock. But, ultimately despite your general understanding that she was saying she was down to fuck. She’d have to get in line, there was a growing number of women entering your ‘I’d like to fuck’ line. Maybe some other time, but you’d have some fun.

Withdrawing your finger from you raised the wet digit to the waitress’s flushed face, she opened her mouth to accept your digit thoughtlessly as her tongue curled around it and her soft lips sealed around your finger as she sucked on it.

For kicks and to test your divine powers you suffused your finger with just a drop of the trickle you could feel, you made the finger sucking for the waitress quite a bit more pleasurable.

She bucked her hips ever so slightly and moaned with delight as she was lost in the moment bobbing her head miming a blowjob with your finger, fixated she slid your finger to the joint. For several moments she just sucked on your finger, her body quivered with pleasure as she leaned on the table for support.

Cutting the power to your finger you posed a question to the waitress. “Enjoyed your reward?”

Her eyes fluttered before they shot wide open realizing what had happened. Letting your finger escape her lips she backed off looking quite embarrassed and deeply bowed. “Thank you honored customer.” She squeaked out with amusing sincerity as she hurried back to the kitchen, passing her giggling coworker and customers joking about her ‘thirst’.

Turning back to the encyclopedia you sighed as you tried to cram as much knowledge into your head on manners, etiquette and magic items.

Stay strong boner, you’re going to have a catgirl to play with very soon.

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‘As of this moment I am a natural savant and prodigy in the art of artificing with the necessary fundamental and complete knowledge of the craft is subconsciously known to me, and becomes conscious as needed or to guide in a crafting pursuit.’ A rather roundabout method, but you did want to at least get to learn what sladacous ideas your world held in store first hand and still be competent at your craft.

Feeling a mental nudge you allowed Carus to speak and you listened to her message.

“Haverty, the adorable kitten has arrived. Do enjoy her.” Carus purred.

Collecting your possessions you left the teahouse, and found Daisuke standing alongside a rickshaw pulled by a centaur of all beings. Her attention was preoccupied with a woman whose face she was cupping while making out with; together with them was a dog beastfolk man standing excitedly with tail wagging off to the side.

Coming apart by scant an inch, spit connecting their lips both women gasped for air. Daisuke’s hands trailed down to the other woman’s breasts to pinch her nipples causing you to feel a flux from the source of trickling divine power.

“May you both go with Haverty’s blessings upon you, go with it to indulge in his wanton aspects vigorously.” Daisuke solemnly recited, ending the ‘prayer’ with another kiss before waving them off.

You had only a moment to muse on if the rickshaw was still a rickshaw or if it was a wagon before the priestess spotted you. Her tail was erratic standing straight up and bushy as she straightened up before bowing deeply to you.

“Ah! Honored Sir, this Negi of Haverty has arrived to escort you to the introduction.” Daisuke addressed you quite formally, her tail restless as it couldn’t stay still.

You softly chuckle at her address. “Well, I guess that I’ve kinda earned that. Though I did never give you a name, call me Michael.” You tell her as you admire that lovely bottomless kimono style she’s wearing, having lost none of its appeal since yesterday.

Straightened up again she wore a brilliant smile as she led you to the rickshaw. “Indeed you have mister.” She playfully agreed leaning in closer to you, she gazed up into your eyes as her hand easily slipped into your robes to grasp your dick and gave it an inviting squeeze and stroke through your sweat pants.

Her smile turned cat-like as her eyes flicked down to the bulge visible even in your loose robes. “And it seems your blessed jewels of Haverty’s are no less virile and vigorous than yesterday, I hope you haven’t been neglecting yourself if you're this hard~” She teased, while practically thrusting her bosom into your hands.

Giving her assets a squeeze enjoying the feeling of her perfect fun bags, that had the right amount of give and firmness to them. Sinking your fingers into them you could feel her heart rapidly beating which puzzled you as to why, considering how at ease and confident she’d been with you despite Carus’s little show of interest.

“What can I say? Meeting and exploring women is one of the best parts of visiting new lands, but there’s just so many I can’t choose!” You reply as Daisuke helped you into the rickshaw first.

Giving an exaggerated sigh and amused shake of her head Daisuke. “For possessing such a fine tool, you sure don’t take care of yourself well Mister.” She said, climbing into the rickshaw with feline grace and seated her round perky ass right on your lap and erection that she quite knowingly wiggled her butt on top of.

As soon as she boarded the centaur began cantering, unveiling the cunning of this cat, as the uneven cobblestone road sent her bouncing suggestively on your prick without any further effort. Daisuke cast a look over her shoulder at you wearing only a smug look a cat could have.

She must have planned this from the start, you groaned at the rhythmic stimulation of your cock sending shivers up your spine. Bless your clergy and their filthy, filthy minds for their wisdom.

You push your pants down releasing your cock within your robes. “Then isn’t it convenient that there’s a cute nervous little priestess to help me get ready for an important meeting.” You tease, nibbling at her earlobe as you parting your robes she slid onto your bulging pants and hiding both your hips from the sight as your cock throbbed against her smooth backside.

Surprisingly Daisuke flushes a little her eyes darting towards the crowds around the rickshaw, her tail slowly swaying side to side before standing up straight with a little crook at the end. “Truly you’re bolder than even most uncivilized in his ways.” Daisuke mutters, sounding almost admiring.

Yet, just as you muse if a little concealed sex is too much for the priestess she without any prompting slides her panties aside and pushes her hips back drawing a hot line of her arousal up your shaft until her entrance to her womanhood was resting on your cockhead, and the shaking of the rickshaw grinded your tip into her, coating it with her fluids.

You heard a soft gasp as she maneuvered positioning your tip at the right angle, then the coyness was blown past when the rickshaw’s wheels hit a particular rough patch lifting both your bodies up, Daisuke coming straight down onto your cock that slid harshly spearing into the depths her hot glove.

“Hiii!” Daisuke hissed retaining a bawdy moan, her body bent forward arching from the explosive pleasure of her sudden penetration and her velvety inner-walls welcomingly clenched around the few inches that had entered her.

Both of you held back your voices as the rattling motion of the rickshaw slowly caused more of your cock to sink deeper into Daisuke, hitting the hilt of your cock Daisuke out a ecstasy heavy sigh as her pussy massaged your prick with sublime skill, her whole body quivered as she blushed as she gazed at the crowds. “It’s feels so right~”

People in the masses taking note of the priestess who gave friendly waves to those that looked more in awe at her, the more attention she had the tighter the vice of her pussy was around your cock.

Taking advantage you attack her breast, circling them and pawing at them with your hands feeling her rapid heartbeat. “Why so nervous? I’d have thought a priestess of Haverty wouldn’t be worried about something like this?” You mix your tease with a question to sate your curiosity.

Grinding her hips against yours as she was bounced by the rough road, the chiming bells on her outfit concealed the subtle wet sound of sex. “I-I’m just a lowly negi, I’m ah! still learning much of how to embody Haverty’s will like the Saishu and Daiguji at all times. Doing it like this is so different from my religious duties in service to Haverty. You’re truly inspiring Mister.” Daisuke moaned out, looking at you with what did look like honest admiration.

You chuckle at the strange divide between inappropriate and appropriate; she’d be completely confident is fucking in plain view if it was a religous ceremony, yet blushes at this. “Then let's enjoy this ride thoroughly.” You say, bucking your hips and enjoying the sensation of the way her pussy accepted you to the hilt encasing your cock in a smoothing wet vice. Its wringing squeezing went lightning arcs up your spine causing your body to stiffen.

Caressing your cheek she had a playful grin. “On my pride as a priestess of Haverty, I can’t let such a challenge go.” Daisuke teased. “Oh blessed Haverty, grant me your vim.” Daisuke chanted, her subtle bouncing on your cock gained a new energy as you again felt something through your divine connection.

The catgirl turned insatiable once she’d caught on about the perfect temperature control within it, ensconcing herself within your robes pressing her body against yours. She’d proven to be a snuggler as she turned around without letting your cock slip out to straddle you in a cowgirl position and let the rough road do its work. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, her hot breath rolled across your skin and she dragged her sharp teeth affectionately in nerve prickling thrills.

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Arriving at the compound your escort was a happily purring kitten, her tail poked from your robe standing straight with a happy little crook at its end. Her insides rhythmically contracting as she rocked her body sending jolts that hitched your breath.

Rubbing her cheek against yours, Daisuke hummed contently. “Truly your cock is blessed by Haverty, it feels sinful to even let a drop of such a fine essence escape~; duty calls and I am still to escort you to Fang Sima.”

“It certainly made the trip fly by at least.” You quipped.

Which left the task of extracting yourself from Daisuke’s now very filled glove, any mess was cleaned by your robe’s innate quality. You’d had to call on your divine power to up with her, you thought it fair since if she was to invoke your blessings, then it was perfectly fair to use it for yourself.

Daisuke lifted herself slowly exposing inch by inch your shaft to the comfortable air within your robe, the thick coating of her fluids and your cum vanishing as your robe cleaned up your sexes, off of your cock with a sloppy pop that was unmistakable as she left the confines of your robes.

The centaurs tail flagged as he shifted on his hooves, he’d undoubtedly realized awhile ago what was going on in his rickshaw, but made no mention of it.

In Daisuke’s bottom’s state of dress, you had a fine view of that firm derriere of hers and her dainty fingers running a finger to straighten her panties back in place, then in moments a dark spot blossomed on her underwear as she disembarked from the rickshaw with feline grace and held out her hand to assist you down.

Taking her hand you took in the impressive high-walls that surrounded the Sima compound, gazing down the street it stretched onward in either direction for impressive distance. It was only the tiled roofs on the walls that kept it from looking like a fortress instead of an estate, it did have a gatehouse worth of a fortress.

Emerging from the massive gate were a procession of three people, at its head was a breathtaking woman who even in this world of beauties shone like a precious jewel compared to the countless women you’d seen so far. Her face and body existence seemed without physical flaw to mar her skin in an uncanny, yet alluring perfection that should be unattainable, as if nothing had been left to the whims of nature and she'd been sculpted from fine porcelain.

Curiously was that despite her blindfold she walked as easily as if it wasn’t there.

Flanking her on either side were two lizardfolk you had to guess.

Both seemed a mix of martial and servile. One seemed older and the main feature that made her stand out from beastfolk you’d seen with reptilian features was that rather than just patchy parts or just her limbs, her entire bodies was covered in scales, larger scales on her limbs that became finer as they met her torso body where they became so fine that they could almost be mistakable for just unusually colored skin. If not for the molted patterns and stripes

The younger one you assumed from her slight restless energy did possess human-like skin, though her limbs were still mostly covered in scales. You’d have thought she was a difference face, if it wasn’t for the fact she shared the scale coloration and most of the same patterns on what scales she possessed. of the

Both however possessed webbed frill fins they had on the sides of their heads behind their ears, what caught your attention with them was how the younger ones frills changed from turquoise to red when she clearly noticed the trickle of cum down Daisuke’s leg, then after taking a deep breath returned to turquoise.

They stopped before you and Daisuke, the trio of women folded their hands in front of themselves and bowed deeply.

“I Dampati, Major Domo of the Sima greet the honorable envoy of Haverty and their honored guest.” The lead woman formally greeted both of you.

Daisuke returned the gesture with a much shallower bow to the women. “I Daisuke, Negi of Haverty thank the Sima clan for their willingness to accommodate the temple's request on such short notice.”

Judging it might be your turn, but ignorant of what to do you elect simply play the ignorant foreigner, which you were. “Michael, a pleasure to make your acquaintance and I look forward to the introduction with the matriarch.”

You almost miss a quirk of Dampati’s brow at Daisuke and you thanks to her blindfold as she rose from her bow. Turning to you Dampati speaks.“Matriarch Fang is awaiting you, she is concluding business with another but she is interested in meeting one who is recommended by the temple. We shall serve as your guides.” She explains as the Lizardfolk take positions behind you and Daisuke before she begins leading you through the massive gate of the compound.

With how formal this was, you suppose it was a good idea you made a magic item to present in order to sell yourself. But more importantly, just because these were negotiations didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun during them.