Spirit Lands: Prologue

Spirit Lands: Prologue

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         The frost moon stood high in the dark sky, sister to the numberless stars that burned brightly in the cloudless aether of night. The earth below was clasped in the icy grip of winter, set to glow amidst the cold lunar light. Snow lay heavily upon the earth, blanketing all beneath it in a shimmering coat of alabaster ice and powder. Frost glistened along trees and stones, encapsulating them in frigid crystal that shone like pale fire beneath the silver moonlight. The air was crisp and clear, carrying with it a soft, otherworldly tune that echoed out across the stillness of night.

         The gentle, ethereal trilling of flutes and the plunking of a koto drifted through the slumbering trees, reaching the ears of all those willing to listen. The unnatural beauty of the song was not deadened by the insulating blanket of frost and snow that swathed the forest; instead it rang out softly and without regard for the laws of nature, heralding the coming of a great celebration. A gentle orange glow burned dimly within the heart of the forest, growing in intensity as one drew near to the heart of the woodland.

         Standing amidst a grove of unseasonal bamboo and blossoming cherry trees lay a large wooden structure reefed with hanging lanterns. Red-painted Torii gates glowed in the lantern light, leading up the shallow stone steps to the foot of the building. White paper shoji-screens formed the building's exterior walls, the latticework of their frames backlit from the inside. Every part of the paper edifice was lovingly crafted with scenes depicting the seasons; one to each side of the marvelous structure. Upon it's high, overhanging roof lay thick stone shingles, each interlocking to remain in place as snow lay lightly upon the dark slates. Japanese-style joints and woodwork held everything together in a true masterpiece of the carpenter's art.

         Steam rose over the two story structure, soaring out over roofing tiles and clouding over into the night sky. This merciful gale of heat emanated from a large rock pool that lay in the center of a courtyard, surrounded by high walls and decorative clumps of bamboo. Relaxing in the hot water, surrounded by unseasonal beauty in the heart of a winter lay a small young woman. Bathing and basking in the glowing warmth of the spring, she did nothing to shield herself from the silver light of the moon as it shone down over her olive skin. Her naked form glistened with moisture as she soaked her cares away, loving the clashing sensations of the cold winter night and the hot water she floated in.

         Ayame's dark brown hair flowed out around her, it's length surely reaching mid back whilst dry. Her form was soft and supple, sporting C-cup breasts with brown, pert nipples resting upon each mound. She was blissfully calm and at peace in the still night air, drifting off to sleep as music played from deeper within the bathhouse. Her dark eyes, once concealed beneath heavy eyelashes slowly opened upon feeling a disturbance in the water. The gentle rippling that she'd grown accustomed to had been magnified for a moment, she was sure of it. Ayame slowly sat up and glanced around, her breath fogging in the cold night air.

         Ayame was a tiny woman, easily lost amidst a sweltering sea of a natural hot spring. At little over 3 inches tall, she definitely seemed out of place; treading water in a normal sized hot spring. Her eyes narrowed as she witnessed the ripples fade once more, sliding back into their gentle patterns. She shook her head and sighed, cupping her hands together as she called out into the moonlit night.

         "Yumi, I know you're in here...come on out." She shouted, her tiny voice echoing out across the misty lake. It was uncomfortably loud and almost seemed to echo back with a subtle giggle Ayame was sure she had not made.

         Suddenly there was a great upwelling of water beneath her naked body, causing the young Japanese woman to shriek in surprise. Erupting from beneath the steaming surface of the hot spring came the soaking, golden haired head of a young woman, attached to a body that any human would kill for. Pale D-cup breasts streamed water for a moment before a slender arm swiftly pressed up beneath them; forcing them together a little and trapping Ayame in a pool of water between them.

         Yumi's large fox-like ears sprang upwards atop her skull, flicking water away from her sensitive sensory equipment. She shook her head wildly; forcing her long blonde hair to whip back and forth, rapidly drying it with the aid of three glowing orbs of blue foxfire that danced around the kitsune's shoulders. With her hair now dry Yumi gazed upon her longtime friend, affixing the darker skinned woman with jade green eyes. The smile that crossed her was one of genuine joy and mischief brought about by the execution of her little prank. Yumi giggled to herself, her voice echoing throughout the courtyard.

         "Was I really that obvious?" The yokai asked, regarding her tiny human friend with a warm, yet sultry grin. Ayame coyly rolled her eyes, but could not stop a smile from creeping onto her own lips. She knew her lover's tricks in and out, though the kitsune almost always managed to pull one over on her. Ayame tucked her hands behind her head and smiled, lazily relaxing in the warm tit-bath Yumi had so graciously provided.

         "I'm surprised you're not partaking in the festivities Yumi~" Ayame teased, lazily reaching over to stroke the pale fox-girl's breast. Yumi chortled a little, her eyes narrowing slightly as they locked onto the tiny woman resting in her cleavage. A thick pink tongue slowly slid out from her cupid-bow lips as a soft, sultry growl rumbled up from Yumi's throat.

         "Mmmmm, but sake is best enjoyed with lovers, don't you think?" The kitsune retorted, reaching for a floating wooden platter hadn't been there a moment before. It contained a black ceramic bottle of sake and several small cups to drink from. In the center lay a large, red bowl-like cup filled to the brim with rice wine. Ayame laughed, fully knowing what the blonde fox was up to. She enjoyed Yumi's little games and was eager to see what she'd go for on this special night.

         "True. Besides, the festival has already been going for three days. I'm not surprised you need some 'me' time." Ayame said agreeably, glancing over at Yumi's favorite red sake dish. She'd found herself bathing in it more times than she could even remember now...but it was always a titillating, lovely sensation. Tearing her eyes away from the booze Ayame returned her sight skyward, gazing upon the winter moon as it burned with cold, silvery light.

         "It will be the solstice soon Yumi, are you sure you want to have your fun now? You might miss your chance to walk the mortal world this time around." Ayame warned, but the teasing tone that she used made it clear that the small woman wasn't particularly worried about Yumi missing her trip this year. The tiny human turned to face her lover, slowly biting her lower lip seductively as she let out a hearty giggle of her own.

         Yumi returned her frisky grin and reached over to retrieve her sake dish, cupping her hand beneath her bare glistening breasts. The pale flesh glowed softly as light caught the steam that wreathed her voluptuous form. The kitsune rose slightly, parting her cleavage with long, slender fingers. Water spilled forth as the contents of Ayame's makeshift pool flowed through the larger woman's fingers, leaving the naked tiny exposed in her palm.

         The yokai wasted no time in scooping up her darker skinned companion, a wry smirk crossing her face as she almost carelessly dumped Ayame into her sake glass, watching as it's contents overflowed slightly into the hot spring below. Yumi slowly licked her lips, her breath fogging and mixing with the rising mists that rolled off of the hot water. Her chest had already begun to quiver with anticipation, leading to an unsteady exhalation as she eyed the booze-soaked tiny that lay within her sake.

         Ayame's own heart fluttered as she began to feel weak at the knees. She took a shuddering breath, smiling shyly at the naked fox-woman who eyed her so lustfully. A growing heat forced Ayame to part her legs, the bud of her womanhood flushing a rosy pink as it lay exposed to the cool night air. The residual wetness from the hot spring and Yumi's sake masked Ayame's rising arousal, but the needy look that crept into her eyes was immediately noticed by her massive lover.

         Yumi's fangs flashed white against the pink, cupid bow of her lips. Her thick, pink tongue slicked them with a layer of glistening saliva as she drew a shaky breath, bringing the dark, blood red cup to her mouth. She tilted the bowl forward, tasting the delicious rice wine as it flowed into her mouth. Ayame had other ideas though, swiftly bringing a foot up and planting it atop the Kitsune's nose, preventing her from taking the tiny into her maw along with the sweet booze. Yumi's deep green eyes glinted mischievously, though she let out a needy, mewling whine as she attempted to open her mouth a bit wider; seeking to pour the young woman onto her waiting tongue.

         Ayame returned her lover's look with a lecherous smirk of her own; drawing her fingers down the length of her stomach before gingerly touching her bare mound. The Japanese girl took an unsteady breath, a moan escaping her lips as she began to gently knead and rub at her wet sex. The tips of her fingers eagerly sought out her clit, feverishly circling it with her index and middle digits before switching to her thumb as they shifted; plunging down into the depths of her aching pussy.

         Yumi simply watched as Ayame masturbated, the rice wine flowing around the tiny's ankle until Yumi's dish ran dry. The kitsune's tongue slowly poked past her lips, the shimmering head snaking out as it extended towards her lover. The first Ayame knew of Yumi's intentions was when the hot, wet tip of the kitsune's tongue molested her clit. The tiny woman gasped and immediately slipped, falling back into what was left of Yumi's drink as the yokai pressed her attack.

         Ayame let out a stifled moan, her fingers retreating from the depths of her snatch as Yumi's tongue pressed itself roughly against her labia, licking and eagerly prying the tiny human's legs apart. Ayame felt her strength give out and focused on simply toying with her clit, bucking and rolling her hips as the kitsune molested her thighs. Yumi's oral skills had remained uncontested since the two had met; something that Ayame eagerly opened herself up to the full force of. Saliva mixed with the juices slowly leaking from Ayame's tiny slit, giving the blonde yokai the first taste of what she so desired.

         The little woman's orgasm crashed over her with the weight of a mountain, driving the breath from her lungs as her entire body twitched. Her toes curled inward as Yumi refused to let up, gratefully lapping at her mate's snatch even as Ayame came. Soon enough the tiny collapsed entirely into the sake dish, her legs shaking from the intensity of her climax. The young woman was nearly senseless...but so much as to ignore the hot, slimy pressure that came creeping up over her ankles.

         Ayame whined, already knowing what was about to happen. She struggled to sit up, watching as Yumi's lips wrapped around her feet, greedily drawing them into the kitsune's maw. The darker-skinned woman quickly tried to pull her legs free, but it was no use. The sheer force of her orgasm had rendered Ayame incapable of fighting back as the yokai eagerly drew her legs into her mouth. The length of Yumi's tongue slowly slipped past her lips, sliding beneath Ayame's rear as the tip pressed into the small of her back; dragging her in further. The maiden relaxed, knowing that the end of their love making was drawing near.

         Yumi's lips slowly parted as she sat up, her head drawing clear of the low mist surrounding the waters of the hotspring. Gossamer thin strands of saliva connected the back of Yumi's tongue to the roof of her mouth; the spidery ribbons slowly snapping as her jaws opened wider. Clouds of steam billowed forth from the yawning depths of the kitsune's throat; a pulsing dark abyss that waited to drag Ayame down into her lover's gullet. Ayame shuddered, feeling the soft, wet cradle of the kitsune's tongue beneath her as hot breath blasted over the girl's body; racing between her legs and over her bare breasts as it contrasted delightfully with the frosty air of the midwinter night.

         Once again Ayame found herself struggling with arousal, slowly rubbing her thighs together as Yumi torturously and painstakingly pulled Ayame in up to her hips. A moan slowly rose from within the yokai's chest, reverberating through her jaw and into the body of her tiny partner. Ayame slowly began to roll over, spreading her legs and arms as she embraced the feisty kitsune's tongue. Yumi blinked a few times, her jade eyes beaming down at the tiny that had begun humping her taste buds. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile as Yumi winked, keeping one eye lazily closed as she tilted her head back and let gravity do its job.

         Ayame gasped softly as she found herself slowly sliding downwards, gazing into the heavens as Yumi's breath clouded her view of the night sky. The delicious friction between her thighs was too much to ignore and she greedily began to buck and roll her hips with increased fervor, desperately hoping to get a second orgasm out of the evening before Yumi swallowed her. A sultry giggle nearly deafened her, rising from the sweltering depths of the yokai's throat.

         Ayame heard Yumi's voice loud and clear as it rang out; unbidden and unheard. The seductive and commanding words echoed in the back her mind, sending a delightful shiver running along the length of Ayame's spine.


         "I want to taste you~"

         
          The dark-haired woman threw her neck back; feverishly bucking and mashing her hips against the textured bumpy surface beneath her. Yumi's wet tongue pulsed and throbbed with the rapid beating of her own heart, practically coming alive once more as the kitsune slowly but carefully pinned her tiny lover to the roof of her mouth. She eagerly ground the hot, slimy muscle against the horny young woman, sliding back and forth across her body. Yumi paid special attention to Ayame's thighs and her chest, applying undulating waves of pressure as she molested the hopelessly aroused young woman; preparing for the final plunge.

         Ayame gave a helpless moan as she slid further despite her grip, finding her legs slowly sliding over the back of Yumi's tongue. The playful rolling motion of the great beast ceased, leaving the helpless maiden with one final chance. Ayame seized it, bucking her hips once, twice...and let out a strained, stammering groan as Yumi's tongue abruptly slammed to the back of her yawning throat. Hot, slimy flesh seized hold of Ayame's ankles, yanking her downwards with a loud 'glrch'. The noise was deafening and as the dark-haired girl cried out, she came; soaking herself over the very back of Yumi's tongue just as the blonde yokai swallowed in earnest.

         Ayame was immediately immersed in the moist, sweltering heat of her lover's body as the invasive walls of Yumi's throat closed in around her. The exhausted woman found herself being dragged downwards by the pulsing, undulating motion of Yumi's tight esophagus. Ayame shuddered, feeling as the slimy, muscular tunnel pressed in around her at every angle, filling the small of her back and the cleft between her breasts; exerting a firm pressure that almost prevented her from breathing. The thundering wardrum that was the fox-girl's heart was almost deafening as Ayame passed the kitsune's chest and slipped further into the depths.

         The journey seemed to last forever, but all good things must come to an end. Before long Ayame found herself plopping down into a hot, fleshy chamber. She was swathed in inky blackness, only able to feel her way along the lining of Yumi's stomach. She slowly felt her shaky legs give out against the yielding floor beneath her and collapsed, fatigue slowly overtaking her. This was far from her first time here, and it wouldn't be the last. Slowly she felt her leaden eyes drifting closed, her strength and energy sapped from the hotspring and the vigorous tongefucking she'd just been subjected to. Soon enough, the little woman passed out entirely to the sound of Yumi's racing heart and the soft moans echoing from above.

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         Water dripped from Yumi's naked form as she rose from the spring, falling like a rain of diamonds back into the pool below. Her white-tipped tails slowly fanned out behind her; totalling seven in all. She wasn't the most powerful kitsune by far, but Yumi knew more than enough magic to take care of herself and the guests dwelling within her bathhouse. With a snap of her fingers the water clinging to her hair and fur evaporated into a cloud of steam that hung low over the spring before vanishing entirely.

         Her own legs quivered a little as she stepped onto dry stone, the warmth of the rock pool abruptly vanishing a few paces from the edge. A jolt ran up Yumi's spine, causing her tails to puff out from the cold, uncomfortable situation she found herself in. With fog rising from her breath the kitsune swiftly dashed inside, making little noises as she went before throwing a warm cloth over herself. She stayed like this for a few moments, conjuring a few balls of glowing foxfire before breathing a sigh of relief.

         The sultry fox-spirit began to slip into something more appropriate for the weather; sliding into a warm, magic kimono. It was a soft, comfortable garment adorned with autumn maple leaves; a testament to the kitsune's favorite season. The silken fibers chimed softly as they rustled over her skin, bringing a smile to Yumi's happy face. She lazily pulled a pair of white socks on over her once-cold toes; the enchantment of her clothing driving the frost stiffness from her body. Once that was done she stood and stretched, yawning softly before heading towards the door. With a snap of Yumi's fingers a pair of wooden sandals pulled themselves from the far wall, aligning themselves perfectly for the kitsune to step into.

         She wasted no time, tapping the toes of her sandals as she walked to seat them properly. The human world awaited her arrival; a land full of glowing lights, wonderful food and people to watch. Yumi sighed fondly as memories of centuries long gone swam through her mind, bringing with them thoughts of past friends and lovers. She headed out into the night, a thin layer of snow crunching beneath her feet as she walked. The music of the midwinter festival began to die out behind her as she stepped through the first Torii gate; walking down the flight of stone stairs. With each gate she passed the music grew fainter and fainter until the calm, eerie silence engulfed her. Yumi breathed a small sigh of relief and gently patted her stomach; sure that Ayame was fast asleep.

         Yumi couldn't bear to wake her slumbering friend and simply smiled to herself, shaking her head as she walked through the silent woodland and out into the mortal world once again.