A Marked succubus, and a conflicted amazon

"I've got a delightful new toy here and I'd like to have some fun with her."

Aimi could have cried for joy when she heard those words. Having to wait, bound and helpless, while Fenrir talked with the others had almost been torture. Not quite, because it underlined how she was there to serve at his pleasure, when he wanted her and not before, and there was a certain ecstasy in that. But she was so fucking turned on that even just the scent of him made her pussy throb needily.

Her blindfold ensured she couldn't anticipate his touches, so when he did, it felt so much more intense than usual. Even just an innocent pat on the leg made her skin crackle with pleasure, something that had only gotten worse since he had Marked her. Another shiver ran down her spine at the thought; finally, she had a proper master, and not only that, but she belonged to him far more thoroughly than she could ever have imagined. Him reaching into her mind had been euphoric in the absolute dominion over her that he had held for those few brief moments. It had been worth being Marked just for that one experience, even if he never acknowledged her again.

But now, as he shifted the rope over her pussy to one side and tested the wetness of her sopping hole with one thick finger, she was thoroughly glad that he didn't intend to ignore her. She heard him chuckle at the desperate moan she couldn't have held back if she had tried, and then something else replaced the finger, bigger, even thicker, and almost hot enough to sear her skin.

She didn't need to see to know what that was, and she strained against the ropes, trying to force herself closer to him. Wasted effort, of course, but Aimi was well past the point of caring. Another chuckle rumbled out from somewhere above her, and a giant hand took hold of one of her thighs, holding her steady as the point of his cock began to part her lower lips.

Thankfully he didn't drag things out, instead burying himself to the hilt in one smooth irresistible thrust. Aimi's world exploded into pure pleasure as her pussy stretched to make room for the intruder. She didn't know whether it was because of the bindings, the blindfold, the long minutes of anticipation beforehand, the Mark which now bound her to him, or a combination of everything, but it felt better than it ever had before.

She hadn't even thought it could feel much better than when he had fucked her before, but there was no comparison between then and now. Just the presence of his cock inside her urged her to one orgasm after another, and when he started moving, everything went blank, and all she was aware of was pleasure, oceans of pleasure, washing over her, battering her from all sides, drowning her under its intensity, going on and on and on until she thought for sure she would die from it.

---

Aimi awoke. The first thing she became aware of was a strong arm around her, holding her close to the side of a warm furry mountain. She opened her eyes, realizing that her blindfold had been removed at some point, and looked up to see her master's face above her head, his eyes closed in peaceful sleep. A wonderfully satisfying ache between her legs began to make itself known as she lay there, and the hand she reached down to caress her pussy came away wet.

She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking off the cum that covered them. An involuntary shiver ran through her as the taste hit her tongue, and suddenly hungry for more, she reached down for another taste.

As she savored this second helping, it occurred to her that her arms were free. A quick glance down over her body revealed that while her arms and legs had been untied, the rope that crisscrossed her body remained in place. That fact caused another shiver of arousal. True, her bindings didn't restrict her movement anymore, but they still made it evident to anyone who looked at her that she was a slave. And, she had to admit, they looked really good on her.

Aimi raised her head to look around. She wasn't the only one sleeping with her master; all around the both of them were sprawled the other succubi, along with Safara, Katari, and Mitzi. Even Tsavani was there, sleeping next to Violetta, though unlike most of the rest of them Violetta didn't seem to have been fucked.

She couldn't tell how late it was, but judging by the smell in the air she had slept through the entire orgy. There was a pang of disappointment at that realization; after all, the first orgy had been so much fun. But, well, it could have been worse. An echo of the pleasure she had experienced before passing out came back to her, and she only just held back a moan that would probably have woken up the entire room. Yeah, okay, missing out on the orgy wasn't so bad if it meant she got to experience ecstasy of that magnitude. Even just the memory of it made a spark of pleasure chase down her spine.

She snuggled closer to Fenrir, glancing up at his face one more time, and then stopped short. His eyes were open, and he was smiling down at her. "I wondered how long it would take you to wake up," he murmured.

"How long has it been?" Aimi asked, pushing through the swell of feeling that his voice and smile stirred in her.

"A couple hours, maybe four or five? I wasn't keeping very close track. How are you feeling?"

"Absolutely wonderful." The answer pushed itself out unbidden, and Aimi had suppress another shiver of arousal at the realization that she couldn't have stopped herself from answering even if she had wanted to. "I do feel kinda sore, but even that feels good."

"Good." He smiled, and Aimi could have sworn she had a small orgasm on the spot just from the warm approval in his voice. "Get some more rest, though; I don't know how much of it you remember, but I wore you out pretty thoroughly."

"Mmmm~, yeah, you really did. Can you do it again sometime?"

He laughed. "Sure, I don't see why not. But go to sleep for now. We can talk more in the morning."

"Okay." Aimi yawned; it was true, she was still tired. She snuggled closer to Fenrir. "Good night, Master. ...And thanks. For making me yours."

She felt his lips brush her forehead. "Good night, my Aimi."

Fuuuck, why did he have to say it like that? Did he have any idea what that did to her? Then his hand fell to lazily cup her ass, his thumb almost grazing her asshole, and a whine tore itself free of her throat before she could stop it.

"Sleep, Aimi. We can fuck more tomorrow."

Aimi whimpered, but there was nothing to do but obey. The note of command his voice had held, though faint, was still more than enough. So she settled down, doing her best to ignore the arousal he had stirred in her, and luxuriated in his warmth and closeness until she finally calmed enough for sleep to return.

---

After an early breakfast and another quick round of sex for Aimi, Fenrir ambled out to the courtyard. It was still too early to expect Myrina, and indeed, when he stepped outside there was no sign of the amazon. Unconcerned, he started on some warmups, intending to train for a bit by himself until she arrived.

As he stretched, he cast his mind back to what Saeko had said regarding her. It hadn't been much, in all honesty. She had more told him what to do than what was -or had been- going on with Myrina. Still, it was enough to go on for the moment, and she had been right; he preferred getting the full story from Myrina herself rather than a secondhand source. 'Saeko would be a powerful ally, if I can only just get her fully on my side. She's the whole package; beautiful, intelligent, clever, tactful, and resourceful. ...Makes me wonder who she's really working for.

'The prime suspect, of course, is Orchid, seeing as they're both kitsune and Orchid, from what I remember, wants to take the position of Demon King for herself. So it makes sense that she'd have sent spies over here, even if she's not ready to assault the continent yet. There's also the possibility that she's not working for anyone, and is just here on her own initiative, but that's a little unlikely considering what God's Eye has been telling me about her. Could also be someone I've yet to hear of, I suppose.'

Pulling out his axe and taking up a ready stance in preparation for a series of forms Katari often had him work through, he pulled his thoughts back to the topic at hand. 'Regardless, from what Saeko has told me, Myrina isn't actually opposed to a roll in the hay with me, she just had some other concern which Saeko, presumably, has disabused her of. I do know from God's Eye that she does love me, and that she has a rape fantasy, so me chasing her down and forcing myself on her wouldn't be entirely unwelcome. Still, though, fantasy and reality aren't exactly the same thing, so I'll have to handle things carefully; make sure she understands that there are deeper feelings involved than just lust.'

He was perhaps halfway through the exercise when a cautious step sounded at one end of the courtyard, sounding as though its owner anticipated an attack at any moment. Fenrir elected to ignore it for the moment, continuing his practice with careful precision. The footsteps paused once Myrina caught sight of him, the light breeze bringing him confirmation of his visitor's identity a moment afterward.

She stood watching him for several minutes, Fenrir working his way through the forms Katari had set for him. Each was more complex than the last, so by the last few he made a mistake once or twice, promptly resetting to the beginning of the form and working his way through it again until he could do it flawlessly.

Finally satisfied, he straightened, resting his axe across one shoulder as he made his way to the well in one corner of the courtyard and began drawing up some water. As he did so, Myrina finally continued her approach, coming to stand beside him as he took the tin cup hanging beside the well and filled it from the bucket.

Fenrir smiled at her before taking a drink. "Good morning, Myrina."

"'Morning." There was a long moment's silence as she watched him drink from the cup, then she continued, "I saw you practicing."

"What did you think?" Fenrir asked, refilling the cup and offering it to the amazon.

She took it, but didn't immediately drink. "...Why did you call me out here?"

"I wanted to spar with you again."

She searched his face. Fenrir didn't know if she found what she was looking for there, but she dropped her gaze to the cup in her hands, swirling the liquid inside as she said, "I'm not as skilled as Katari. You already know you can beat me."

"That doesn't mean I can't gain anything from sparring with you," Fenrir pointed out.

"...Still, that can't be the only reason you wanted me to meet you here."

Fenrir smiled. "It's not, but we'll get to that. For now, shall we start with sparring?"

The look on Myrina's face told him she wasn't entirely satisfied with the results of their conversation, but she handed the cup back to him with a nod. "Sure."

Fenrir took it, noticing that she hadn't taken so much as a sip, but chose not to comment on that. Emptying it out over a small bed of vegetation nearby which showed evidence of recent care, -Fenrir suspected one of the succubi, perhaps Yumiko- he hung it on its nail and turned to walk with Myrina out to the center of the courtyard.

Like the first time he had sparred with her, Fenrir met her barehanded. The amazon had chosen not to wear her bracers, which meant they were on a level playing field weapons-wise, and for the first few minutes events progressed much as they had that first time, though with the notable exception of Fenrir doing a much better job of protecting his nose this time around.

As he ducked under a punch and came up inside Myrina's guard, however, Fenrir clinched with her for a moment. "You're stronger than you were the last time we sparred."

With an effort, Myrina broke free and spun away. "So are you," she retorted, driving in again.

Knocking aside an uppercut meant for his jaw, Fenrir feinted at her nose, then halfway through went low to put a punch into her stomach. Myrina's abs withstood it with only a slight gasp from the amazon, and she made him pay for the hit with an elbow to the fleshy part atop his shoulder. His arm went momentarily numb and he was forced to leap back to avoid further punishment.

She didn't push her advantage, though, instead smirking proudly at him as he flexed feeling back into his arm. Fenrir couldn't help but grin back, even as he braced for her next attack. It came with all the speed of a striking snake, and he dodged the punch with so little space to spare that he felt his fur flex as her hand pushed it aside. Spinning with it, he grasped her wrist, intending to throw her just as he had the first time they had sparred.

But Myrina had learned from that first fight, and as he lifted her across his back for the throw her other arm slipped around his neck, dragging him forward with the momentum he himself imparted to her. Fenrir staggered forward and would have been dragged entirely off his feet if Myrina's grip around his neck hadn't slipped loose.

She hit the ground with a grunt, rolling several times before coming back up again. Having recovered his balance in the meantime, Fenrir straightened. "Impressive. You fumbled the execution a little, but reversing my advantage like that was clever."

The amazon shrugged. "It only worked because we were chest to back. If you had grabbed my other hand for that move there'd be nothing I could do."

"Even so. Considering I've only tried to throw you like that once before, the fact that you've already worked out even a partial answer for it is laudable."

Myrina shrugged again, but she couldn't entirely hide the elation in her eyes. Fenrir saw it and wondered for a moment; there seemed to be more behind it than just a happiness to have been praised, but she was already leaping forward again and for the next few moments he had his hands full defending himself from her assault.

As he knocked aside a punch intended for his jaw, however, Fenrir glanced down at Myrina's face. Despite their contest having lasted for over ten minutes at this point, she had as yet avoided using any of her special abilities. It stood in stark contrast to most of their sparring sessions, where she had made liberal use of Ancestor's Sight to try to match his greater strength and speed. She had at times even invoked Berserk in frustration at her inability to match him. Though to be fair, it was one of his own abilities, namely Sand in the Hourglass, that gave him such a large advantage over her in the first place.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder why she was forgoing it this time. It was almost as if she was trying to prove something, but to whom? Him, or herself? Considering her reactions when she had gained the advantage over him, he thought he could guess.

Curious now, he began to watch her more closely. The closer scrutiny revealed quick sharp glances being directed at him whenever she did anything the least bit impressive, as though she were trying to gauge his reactions. Her fighting was also a little more measured, as though she were less interested in winning the spar and more interested in showcasing her skills. Seeing this, Fenrir couldn't help but smile.

Myrina picked up on it immediately. "What?" Her tone was half-challenging, half-embarrassed.

Fenrir shrugged, still grinning. "Nothing. You're just surprisingly cute sometimes."

Myrina's eyes went wide and she jerked so violently that her fist flew almost a foot wide of its intended target. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't mean it in a bad way."

"T-That's not- ...Whatever." Her cheeks still red, Myrina renewed the attack. Her movements were far less disciplined than before, however, and Fenrir decided the time had come.

He allowed her to take the initiative, backing away, batting her attacks aside, baiting her into closing still further. Watching for his opportunity carefully, the direwolf then used the extra time granted by a momentary activation of Sand in the Hourglass to trip them both, coming down atop the amazon and smothering any attempts to escape or reverse the grapple under his greater weight.

She struggled to escape the pin, but Fenrir was easily able to frustrate her attempts. A little too easily. He glanced down at her face, seeing that rather than subsiding, her flush was only growing stronger. She met his eyes for a fraction of a second, then her struggles slackened still further as her eyes darted away, looking at anything that wasn't him.

Fenrir smiled. Cute. He lowered his mouth to her ear, rumbling, "You're not running this time, and I'm not stopping, either."

Her eyes snapped to his again, looking almost angry. "Why did you stop that time? I would've let you go further."

Fenrir stopped, letting out a small sigh. Lifting himself on his elbows to create a little more space between their faces, he replied, "Because I didn't want to make a mistake with you and potentially lose you."

The anger fled as quickly as it had come, and there was a beat of silence. "...You wouldn't have."

"Would I not? Your face was telling me you weren't ready."

Her eyes avoided his again. "I..."

"More importantly, would I now?"

The look she gave him blazed with desire, a sort of challenge flickering around the edges. She pulled her arms free, and wrapping them around the back of Fenrir's neck, pulled his head down to give him a half-angry, half-desperate kiss. Once it was over, she pulled back a little, searching his face again. There was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, almost a fear, though he didn't think it was of him precisely.

He didn't dwell on it. Myrina had told him in a language stronger than words exactly what she wanted of him, and he was more than happy to oblige. Whatever words that still needed to be spoken between them could be said later, once they had satisfied their mutual lust. Accordingly, he lowered his head again and captured her lips in a second kiss.

Myrina was unlike any of the women he had kissed so far. Some of them had challenged his tongue for dominance, true, but not like Myrina. When they had been overpowered, they had submitted to Fenrir's plundering of their mouths. Not so the amazon he currently had pinned beneath him.

Myrina refused to stop fighting, even when he pinned her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She wasn't trying to break the kiss; in fact, when Fenrir made to pull away her arms tightened around his neck and a little growl leaked from her mouth into his. But she seemed intent on making sure Fenrir's tongue could go nowhere without being challenged by hers, no matter how badly outclassed she was.

It made for a very sloppy kiss, but an equally passionate one, and under its fire Fenrir's restraint was rapidly burning away. He tangled his fingers in her blue mohawk as though to make sure she wouldn't go anywhere, grinding his body into hers even as he growled into the liplock.

She responded in kind, doing her best to press herself into him despite her lack of leverage. Her hands grabbed handfuls of his neck fur, pulling him down harder still, her hips jerking up against him in little prods that were impossible to ignore or resist.

Fenrir pulled away, having to use a surprising amount of strength to do so, and immediately turned to the business of removing all the clothing that was getting in the way of him fully enjoying her body. The instant Myrina realized what he was after she stopped trying to resume the kiss and began helping, and between the two of them her clothing was soon scattered around them and they were kissing again, this time with Myrina on top.

With her muscular thighs clamped around his hips and her brilliant blue mohawk brushing his cheek, Myrina crouched atop Fenrir, trying to devour his mouth with her own. Her hands gripped the sides of his head tightly, ensuring he wouldn't pull away even as their tongues continued to battle.

The sheer intensity of her passion caught Fenrir off guard. He wasn't unaccustomed to his girls being desperate for him, but there seemed to be a deeper level of need in the way Myrina clung to him, as though she were terrified he would vanish at any moment.

He raised his hands to grab her hips, grinding her pelvis over his rapidly hardening cock. Myrina gasped into his mouth at the sensation; he could feel she was already wet and only becoming more so.

He shifted his grip to her ass as Myrina continued the grinding of her own accord, still kissing him as if she were trying to suck out his soul. She was toned muscle all over, and her ass proved no exception. Fenrir could feel the muscles flexing as she ground her pussy along the underside of his cock, and he laid an experimental spank on one sculpted cheek.

Myrina jerked and moaned into his mouth, her thighs tightening around his hips until it was almost painful. Smiling into the kiss, Fenrir slid his hands up her sides to fondle her chest. Unlike most of the rest of her, they were soft and malleable; she had forged most of her body into a weapon, but her breasts had refused to become anything other than softly feminine. And judging from her reaction, they were fully as sensitive as any of his girls', barring maybe Kira's.

But, much as he enjoyed both the liplock and feeling Myrina up, he was getting a little impatient to find out what her pussy would feel like wrapped around his dick. So with a sudden movement he reversed their positions again, putting Myrina on the bottom. Her thighs didn't release his hips, but they were forced to loosen somewhat, which gave him just room enough to place his tip at her entrance.

Myrina caught her breath as she felt it, going very still for a moment. Fenrir didn't move either, teasing them both with the imminent penetration while he admired the sight of the amazon beneath him. Her body shone with sweat, toned musculature on full display, breasts heaving slightly with each breath. Her legs, still hooked behind his thighs, tried to pull him deeper, but he denied the impetus, making frustration flash across Myrina's face.

"What are you waiting fo-ah! Mmm!" Myrina's complaint was cut off by Fenrir finally thrusting forward, parting her lower lips and seating himself beyond. She was virgin-tight, but thanks to the abundance of lubrication Fenrir was still able to make it almost six inches deep before she became too tight to move further.

"Damn, you're tight," Fenrir said, pulling out slightly and thrusting again. Myrina took it with a grunt, her face screwed up in a grimace which Fenrir wasn't sure whether to interpret as effort or pain. "Wait, are you a virgin?"

"So what if I were?" Despite her attempt at a dismissive tone, Myrina suddenly had trouble meeting his gaze, and a darker flush overspread her face.

"You should have told me. I have ways of making it easier for you."

"Fuck you," Myrina snapped. "Just fuck me already."

Fenrir couldn't restrain a chuckle. "Alright, alright. But there's no hurry, you know. If you need a minute to get used to my cock, don't be afraid to say so."

Myrina glared up at him, making Fenrir's grin widen, but instead of poking fun at her embarrassment, he turned to the business of stretching her wide around him. It was a torturously slow process, but a thoroughly pleasurable one. Bit by bit, with gentle thrusts he opened her up, dropping a hand to her pussy to tease her clit.

Myrina took it with little grunts of effort, sweat beading on her forehead. Her hands reached down to grasp her thighs and pull her legs wide, trying to make the penetration easier, and her eyes were glued to the sight of Fenrir's cock ever so slowly disappearing into her body.

By the time his knot, already beginning to swell from the extreme stimulation of Myrina's channel, touched her lower lips, they were both breathing hard and Myrina had entirely given up trying to watch, being far too preoccupied with feeling it happen.

For his part, Fenrir was surprised she had even been able to take his full length. He had been fully prepared to come up against her womb partway in and to have to use fleshcrafting if he wanted to hilt her, but no such barrier had materialized. Or perhaps it had, but what with how hard her pussy had been fighting him already, he just hadn't noticed.

Myrina didn't seem to be in much pain, at least. There were tears at the corners of her eyes, but her grunts of effort had taken on a distinctly lewd tinge and her pussy had been drenching his balls with feminine arousal for the past couple minutes as her pussy did its best to ease his passing. In fact, a puddle was beginning to form beneath where they were joined.

Fenrir leaned down, capturing Myrina's lips in another kiss. This one was considerably gentler than those prior, though that may just have been because Myrina was having enough trouble just bringing her eyes into focus, never mind the fine control required for another tongue duel. She still moaned into his mouth, though, and tried to follow his lips once he pulled away.

Fenrir peppered kisses across her cheek, dipping a little to nip at her neck on the way to one of her ears. "Brace yourself, I'm going to start moving," he rumbled into it once he reached it.

Myrina's pussy spasmed around him at the words, but he was already pulling out, and the sudden appearance of the ribs which lined his cock dragged a full-bodied moan from the amazon's throat. Fenrir gave her no time to process, though, immediately slamming all the way back in, causing her breasts to quake deliciously and her entire body to tense in the first of many orgasms.

Her legs, which had fallen limp at some point during the initial insertion, came back up to encircle his hips, and her hands scrabbled across the ground, searching for something to hold onto, something to brace herself against the deluge of pleasure Fenrir was so suddenly subjecting her to. Her eyes found his, and despite the pleasure which clouded them Fenrir could read a far deeper emotion there, gratitude and relief mixed with a genuine love.

The sight spurred Fenrir to go faster, slamming his knot into her labia with each stroke. He hadn't planned to knot her, but with the way her pussy was stretching to accommodate even the enormous girth of his knot it was looking more feasible by the second. Still, he hesitated for a moment. She was considerably bigger than any of his other girls, true, but she was no succubus. She wasn't even a Dark-race. If he pushed her any further it could result in actual damage, and the last thing he wanted to do was genuinely hurt her.

Then the decision was taken out of his hands as Myrina's legs tightened around his hips, showcasing the full extent of the strength contained in her huge thighs as she inexorably forced his knot past her lips to seat it firmly in her pussy. Her legs didn't relax for a moment, but as her labia passed the widest point her entire body tensed, every muscle standing out in stark relief against her skin. She let out an almost agonized cry, and her pussy repeatedly drenched Fenrir's crotch with more evidence of her pleasure.

For his part, Fenrir was discovering that Myrina's musculature didn't just apply to the outside, as her pussy was milking him with a strength that not even his succubi could match. Under that kind of treatment, he wasn't going to last long, so he gave up on resisting the pleasure and, leaning forward to put his arms around Myrina, began chasing it instead with short hard thrusts into her depths that had her screaming anew.

Those sweet feminine cries were the last straw, and with a strained growl he let loose. Myrina's eyes went wide as she felt the first hot pulse fill her insides and her legs tightened convulsively around him. Not that it mattered, as Fenrir was already fiercely grinding his pelvis against hers, doing everything in his power to seat himself as deeply in her as he could.

Fenrir filled her until her belly began showing a hint of a bump, but she took it all enthusiastically, her legs never once loosening their hold on him. Once he finally did come down from his peak, he rolled onto his back, pulling Myrina along so she lay atop him. Not that there was much choice otherwise, as she was still tied to him very thoroughly by means of his knot.

For several minutes they lay there in silence, both enjoying the afterglow and each other's company. Fenrir stroked his fingers through her brilliant blue hair, his other hand almost lazily fondling her ass. Myrina just lay there at first, arms around him, her pussy still clenching and squeezing his cock and her body trembling from the intensity of the experience.

Eventually, however, she angled her head up to look at him. "So, uh, what does this mean for us?"

"I don't know," Fenrir replied simply. "I can tell you what I'd like it to mean for us, but that's as much up to you as it is me."

Myrina cocked her head slightly, and Fenrir continued. "I'd like it to mean that you're one of mine now, and that I get to love you like I love each of the rest of my girls. I want you, Myrina, and not just for your body or your skills. But I understand if that's not something you feel you can do. After all, it is asking a lot of you, to share your man with so many other girls."

"No, I want-" Myrina stopped abruptly, her gaze falling.

Fenrir brought the hand that had been fondling her ass up to cup her face, turning it gently back up to his. Her eyes shone with tears, and he could read uncertainty and the traces of an internal struggle in them.

"Myrina, I can't pretend that our relationship will be normal, or anything close to it. After all, with so many women to care for I can't dedicate nearly as much time to each girl as I could if I were to pick only one. But that doesn't mean I don't truly care for each and every one. Nor do you have to make your final choice right now. If you'd like, we can try it and if later you find that it's not for you, you can go your way with no hard feelings."

Myrina snorted softly, even as the tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks. "Yeah, like I could walk away from this."

"What do you mean?"

"I love you, you asshole. I have for weeks now. But you have so many girls already, and they're all drop dead gorgeous in one way or another. In comparison to all that, what chance do I have?"

Now it was Fenrir's turn to snort. "Are you serious? Myrina, you are just as beautiful as any of my girls, albeit not in all the same ways."

"Really? You don't think my muscles are like, off-putting at all?"

Fenrir couldn't restrain an incredulous laugh. "Woman, your muscles are among your best qualities, physically speaking. Did how vigorously I just fucked you not make it abundantly clear that I am intensely attracted to you, muscles and all?"

"Oh."

"That's right, 'oh'. It's true that most of my girls are much more soft and dainty, relatively speaking, but that only makes you stand out that much more."

Myrina gave a somewhat broken chuckle. "Saeko said the same thing when I talked with her about it."

"You should have believed her, she's a pretty smart cookie."

"...Smart cookie?"

Fenrir shrugged, grinning at the bemused look on Myrina's face. "It's a phrase from my homeland. But more importantly, are you willing to give this- us, me, a shot? There will no doubt be challenges, but I'll fight for -and with- you as long as you let me."

Myrina's eyes filled with tears again, and she buried her face in Fenrir's fur. Her voice, when it came out, was somewhat muffled but still audible. "...I'll hold you to that."

Over a month since the last update, oh dear. But that's just what happens when you need to work straight through several weekends in a row. I did get the chapter finished eventually, even if it did take considerably longer than I'd like.
Speaking of this chapter, we skip over the majority of the orgy in favor of giving ourselves more time to focus on Aimi and then Myrina. We're not done with Myrina either, but since the chapter had already broken five thousand words and it was such a good place to end it, I decided to defer the rest until next chapter.
Enjoy!