Inazuma's Delegation

Aether eased away from the thoroughly claimed kitsune and left her face-down on the soaked sheets, still occasionally twitching with residual aftershocks. The purple haze of Natlan incense had not stayed confined to the bedroom; it had drifted through the open spaces of the bungalow and already worked its quieter magic on the three women waiting in the lounge. Kokomi, Ayaka, and Mizuki stood close together, cheeks flushed, breathing a little too quickly, the same low heat visible in their eyes that the incense reliably produced. None of them had interrupted the first four hours despite the thin walls and the long, unbroken chorus of Yae’s cries. That patience impressed him more than any ranking strategy.

He led them farther into the open lounge, away from the wrecked bedroom, and took a moment simply to look at the new partners the victory had given him.

Pleasantries came first, soft and almost formal after the intensity of what had just ended.

Kokomi inclined her head with the same graceful composure she wore in war councils, though the incense and the muffled sounds from the other room had left a clear edge of need beneath it.
“I still regret that the political marriage we once discussed could not proceed,”
she said, voice calm but warm.
“This arrangement feels like a far more honest replacement. I have been looking forward to it more than I expected.”

Ayaka stood a half-step behind the priestess, posture perfect, hands folded neatly in front of her. She was the most visibly inexperienced of the three — the careful politeness, the faint pink that rose higher on her cheeks every time her eyes flicked toward him, the way she seemed determined to remain composed even while the incense worked on her. Excitement still shone through the restraint; she met his gaze once and offered a small, sincere smile that did not quite hide how ready she already was.

Mizuki completed the group with a quiet, gentle presence that felt almost soothing after Yae’s storm. Her expression remained soft and unreadable, the calm aura of someone used to moving through charged situations without adding to them. Only the restless, continuous flick of her tail betrayed the same hunger the other two were managing more openly.

Aether took them in one by one, white flames already flickering low again under his skin. Three very different women, all of them patient enough to wait through four hours of another woman’s complete undoing, all of them now looking at him with the clear understanding that the next block of time belonged to them.

They never made it to the lounge.

Aether stepped in behind Mizuki before the hallway fully opened into the larger room, both hands sliding under her clothes to cup the soft weight of her breasts while he pushed his already-hard cock between her bare thighs. The thick shaft nestled against her pussy lips and rubbed slowly back and forth, spreading the wetness that the incense and the long wait had already produced. He kept the pressure light but deliberate, testing whether the calm, gentle aura she wore was a practiced mask or simply the way she moved through the world even when someone was openly using her body.

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Mizuki’s tail gave one sharp, startled flick, then settled into a slower, restless sway. A soft breath left her, but the underlying calm did not shatter; she leaned back into him just enough to make the rubbing easier, eyes half-lidding with quiet acceptance rather than sudden heat. The composure held. It was real.

Kokomi and Ayaka stopped short, clearly surprised that the next block had started in the corridor instead of on the waiting couches. They recovered quickly and closed the small distance, already reaching for their own clothes.

Aether hooked an arm around Ayaka while she was still halfway out of her outfit, pulled her in, and cut off whatever polite remark she had been forming with a deep, thorough kiss. One hand stayed busy on Mizuki’s breasts and the slow slide of his cock between her thighs; the other kneaded the firm curve of Ayaka’s ass, fingers sinking in and spreading her open as he kept the younger woman locked against his mouth. Ayaka made a small, startled sound that melted into the kiss, her inexperience showing in the hesitant way her hands found his shoulders.

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He broke the kiss only to turn his head and claim Kokomi’s mouth next. The Divine Priestess met him without hesitation, her own need finally allowed to surface now that the waiting was over. At the same moment he adjusted the angle behind Mizuki, found her entrance, and pushed into her cunt in one smooth, practiced thrust that seated him to the hilt. Mizuki’s calm breath hitched; her tail curled tight against his leg, but she still pushed back to take him deeper rather than pulling away.

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The difference was immediate and almost luxurious.

After the long, grinding war of attrition against Yae, these three felt refreshingly straightforward. None of them were weak — Kokomi’s strategic mind, Ayaka’s disciplined core, Mizuki’s quiet resilience — yet none of them required the same relentless, stacked overstimulation just to stay ahead of their defenses. Aether could actually chase his own pleasure instead of treating every thrust like a calculated assault. The remaining six hours of the block stretched out in front of him like open water.

He finished inside Mizuki first.

The calm psychiatrist had folded forward of her own accord under the building waves, chest to the floor, ass raised high so he could sink as deep as he wanted. Aether gripped her hips and drove in hard, flooding her in thick, repeated pulses while his mouth stayed busy on Kokomi’s breast and one hand worked between Ayaka’s thighs. Mizuki took the creampie with a long, trembling sigh, tail curling weakly, body still fluttering around him as he pulled out.

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He barely paused.

In one continuous motion he rose, hooked an arm under Kokomi’s knee, and lifted her leg high against his side. The Divine Priestess was already slick and open; he sheathed himself to the hilt in a single smooth thrust that made her breath catch. Her strategic composure cracked into open heat as he started fucking her in deep, steady strokes, the wet sound of it filling the lounge while Mizuki remained folded and dripping a short distance away.

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Ayaka watched with a small, visible flicker of disappointment that she had not been next. Aether remedied it without leaving Kokomi’s cunt. His free hand slid between the younger woman’s thighs, found her already-swollen clit, and began working her in the exact rhythm that made her polite posture collapse. Two fingers pushed inside her while his thumb kept circling; Ayaka’s knees weakened almost at once. He coaxed the climax out of her with patient, practiced pressure, watching her eyes go wide and her mouth open in a soft, startled cry as she came around his fingers while he continued to pound into Kokomi without missing a beat.

Aether pulled out of Kokomi while she was still trembling and lifted Ayaka onto the nearest low table in one smooth motion. He locked both of her ankles in his hands, spreading her wide, and drove into her inexperienced cunt without preamble. Ayaka’s polite composure had already frayed; under the steady, deep thrusts she turned into soft, pliant putty, eyes glassy, soft cries spilling out of her with every impact. He took his time with her, angling every stroke to grind against the spots that made her legs shake, until her climax hit in a full-body shudder that pulled him over with her. He buried himself to the root and filled her with a thick, healthy load, holding her open so she could feel every pulse.

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There was no pause after.

The moment he eased out of Ayaka, Kokomi was already climbing onto him in reverse, sinking down onto his still-hard cock with a low, satisfied sound.

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Mizuki followed a heartbeat later, swinging a leg over his face and settling her slick, freshly fucked pussy against his mouth. Aether ate her out in long, deliberate strokes of his tongue while Kokomi rode him, the two women braced against each other for balance. The arrangement shifted and reformed over the next three hours — positions changing whenever one of them needed a different angle or a different hole, sometimes all three pressed against him at once, sometimes one resting while the other two took their turn. He fucked them through more climaxes than any of them tried to count, the white flames never dimming, the incense keeping every nerve bright and eager.

By the time the three-hour mark inside the six-hour block passed, the mortal limits finally showed.

Kokomi slumped sideways, breathing hard, thighs still twitching. Ayaka lay boneless on the table where he had left her after a second round, cum still seeping from between her legs. Mizuki’s calm had softened into genuine exhaustion; her tail lay limp across the cushions. None of them could take another full round without risking actual collapse.

Yae appeared in the hallway doorway, limping slightly, still glowing with residual delight and thoroughly marked by the earlier hours. Cum had dried in faint streaks along her inner thighs; her tails dragged behind her in lazy arcs. Aether lifted his head and offered her a place in the remaining time with a simple tilt of his chin.

She considered it for a moment, then gave a small, polite shake of her head.

“Even for me,”
she said, voice still rough,
“that was enough. 4 hours was… generous.”
A faint, amused smile tugged at her mouth.

Night had already settled over the resort. The bungalow was quiet except for the soft, spent breathing of the four women.

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Aether finally let himself stretch out on the wide lounge cushions. Soft, satisfied bodies settled around him almost at once — an arm across his chest, a thigh draped over his, the occasional weak flick of a tail. The ranking still had more blocks ahead, but for the next few hours the Passion Claimer simply slept, surrounded by the thoroughly used winners of the first ten-hour claim.