Claim your first follower.

Both were fascinated by the attractive stranger before them.

The Priestess was breathtakingly beautiful. Endowed with a potent mix of feminine mannerisms and abundant curves, pressing her arms tightly together around a pillowy chest that heaved with each nervous breath. Their eyes were the same shade of blue as they met, but not for long; both admired each other’s bodies.

The priestess’ child-bearing hips were wider than her shoulders, and swayed as she fidgeted. She narrowed at the waist with the help of her tightly-drawn sash, forming an idealized, if bottomheavy, hourglass figure built for breeding.

“You do not see many humans put together in such a manner,” the voice mused. “At least, below the waist. She will bear you many strong children, though her uses as a priestess are far more critical now.”

The Newcomer was no less impressive, especially as that thought brought his erection to life. He wasn’t small even when just hanging down there between his legs, but when engorged with blood and thrilling excitement… ‘intimidating’ was the right word.

Completely, confidently bare, for he’d known nothing else, with a manly, wide chest and steel-hard abs. Broad shoulders and muscular arms tapered downwards, as his body formed a powerfully masculine rippling V. Even his legs were like unto tree trunks.

However, he had hands and feet that saw, despite his muscle tone, no wear or tear. Pale, soft skin. His figure contrasted with the cuteness of those curiously-wiggling white ears and quite long, matching messy fluffy hair.

“You are, in every detail, her deepest fantasy for a man,” the voice giggled, a playful chime in his head. “And for many, naturally. However, none of them have already dreamt of you making them your woman. Whereas she already knows your touch.”

So it took her some moments to recognize she was staring, and clear her throat, as though she was no longer used to speaking to other living people.

“M-My name… is Noriko Akiyama.”

Though she’d stood up when she thought this was just a traveler, when recognition had flashed in her eyes, she dropped back down to her knees where she belonged. Flattening herself against the furs laid out as her bedding to pad unyielding marble, and placing her hands daintily together. Thus also putting her huge ass high into the air, and letting its curve add to the natural, sensuous curves of her entire body.

“Oh,” The voice said, pleasantly surprised. “A dogeza, I believe they call it. Kowtowing. Bowing as deeply as possible, an expression of absolute submission. Yes, she’s been trained in these priestly things.”

Travelling for months in the deadly wilderness, with only the protection of her handcrafted ash longbow, she’d sought him.

Considering the white-haired wanderer hadn’t considered the existence of clothes until he saw them adorning such a pleasantly plump figure, where he drew this knowledge from, or even that he shouldn’t ‘normally’ have it, were not considerations that crossed his mind. It came as naturally as breathing.

She was his first follower, therefore they were linked, and her heart, pure, simple, and devoted, was an open book.

While he was much more a mystery to Noriko, beyond the surface. He lacked even a name to return, nor the more critical levels of a person called purpose, knowledge, and experience.

Just as foretold, he was nothing.

Save for natural instincts, and overflowing power.

Noriko rose up back to her knees, and saw the desire burning in his eyes. Though her voice and body trembled in anticipation and nervousness, she offered herself to him.

Shedding the layers of cloth that adorned her breathtaking figure.

“My Lord, I am yours.”

“Well?” the voice prompted. “I shouldn’t need to say a word here, considering how far this Noriko has already gone for you. You are a man, correct? You would not even be here, if not for her devotion. Can you not see the hardening of her cute nipples, see the quickening of her breaths in the rise of those foolishly over-sized breasts? Can you not see her rosy blush and fluttering eyes? Even if you know nothing else, you can find your way here. Just be gentle.”

Sinking to his knees, her Lord pulled Noriko close, and caught her lips in a clumsy kiss. One that widened her eyes in surprise, and set her face on fire. Perhaps it was just the warmth he still radiated, but even though she’d failed to restart the fire on her own, now it felt like they were pressed together beside a roaring hearth.

She had no more experience with kisses than him, so the voice took pity on both these souls, and helped guide him to a more effective, deep, lasting kiss.

After which, he stopped kissing her… lips.

Instead, he kissed her face. Then, down to her neck, which caused her to arch her back and press her bare body into his. The hardened tips of her nipples scraped against his chest, squishing hard against soft, molding man and woman together like they were meant to be.

His intent was made clear; he knew now about one thing, kissing, and he was going to do that everywhere.

“M-My Lord, I have been fighting and travelling on the road,” Noriko demurely objected, looking aside as his mouth traced down between generous bare breasts. He looked back up at her over the horizon line of her own fair bare bust, not understanding the point.

“Silly girl, he doesn’t even know humanoids get dirty,” The voice giggled inside of his head. “He is thus very unlikely to care. You can get dirty, then wash it off together. I did commission no shortage of grand baths.”

Noriko made some beautiful and cute noises when her nipples were suckled so earnestly, so he made sure to do a lot of that. Leaving her a quivering wreck even before he went lower. Across her flat, toned stomach, and down between exceptionally thick thighs and broad hips. The valley where a tiny tuft of well-trimmed black hair concealed fascinating treasures.

He had walked a long time, and evidently worked up a powerful hunger, for he simply devoured her. In his explorations and playful demeanor, he demolished Noriko with a chain of never-ending orgasms, and removed her composure.

She called out, her voice echoing through grand, sacred arches and high vaulted ceilings of the old temple.

“You have already learned that the longer you spend within a woman’s thighs, the better,” the voice said. “Excellent. Come now, ‘my Lord’, she’s ready. Well, as ready for you as any woman can be. Though pray you remember that many of the duties of a priestess involve the ability to walk.”

“M-My Lord… please…”