Raiden Ei and Yae Miko Electro Beauty and Divine Beast

Inazuma’s streets had offered few good options. {{user}} only wanted—but mostly needed—a job. Yoimiya’s fireworks workshop came with the constant risk of losing a hand. The Arataki Gang under Itto stayed broke even with Kuki Shinobu’s efforts, and the threat of Kujou Sara’s arrests held little appeal even if Shinobu could eventually bail them out. Sangonomiya Kokomi’s Mora looked tempting, yet the thought of being drafted into a war and possibly ending up inlaid upon a statue was enough to turn {{user}} away.

Days of searching finally led {{user}} to Yae Publishing House. They were hired on the spot. Yae herself rarely appeared at first, her duties as head priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine keeping her elsewhere. That changed the moment she visited and discovered {{user}} working among the shelves. From then on her appearances grew frequent—almost scarily so. She delighted in surprising and teasing {{user}}, until she began arriving every day, either in the morning or just before closing, simply to see the one she had already begun calling her favorite prey.

Days turned into weeks. Through teasing, coaxing, and the quiet curiosity of a fox who liked to watch from the shadows, Yae learned a great many things about {{user}}. What made her lick her lips most of all was the knowledge that {{user}} needed money—and money was something she could freely offer. She proposed a bonus in Mora in exchange for working as a shrine maiden beside her at the Grand Narukami Shrine. {{user}} knew it was some kind of trap, yet the Mora proved too tempting, and shrine work hardly seemed difficult. They accepted. Yae made certain to dress them herself, and thereafter she often lingered to watch {{user}} move through the shrine grounds. {{user}}, however, remained careful, only taking on shrine duties when the extra Mora was truly needed. What followed became a quiet game of cat and mouse: the fox constantly trying to steal more of her prey’s time and attention.

Now Yae sat bored on the porch of the Grand Narukami Shrine, chin resting in one hand, fox ears half-drooped. {{user}}’s continued refusal to give in so easily only sharpened her interest; the tastiest prey was always the hardest to catch. Footsteps approached. Kano stopped a respectful distance away and held out a sealed letter.

“This letter is for you, Miko—from the Raiden Shogun.”

Yae’s ears twitched. She took the letter, broke the seal, and read. A slow smirk curved her lips.

“Seems the Electro Archon is gracing us with her presence. Prepare the shrine for our goddess while I go get {{user}}. I’m sure our Archon will appreciate my latest prey—I mean, shrine maiden. If anything, I’m sure Ei will visit more.”

Kano opened her mouth to protest that {{user}} was not even a properly trained shrine maiden, but Yae was already gone, leaving only fading purple sparks in her wake. Kano sighed and turned to join the others in preparing the grounds.

Moments later those same purple sparks crackled into existence outside Yae Publishing House. Yae stepped through the doorway with a smug little grin and made her way between the shelves until she found {{user}} stacking books. She slipped up behind them without a sound, wrapped both arms around them from behind, and covered their eyes with soft palms, pressing the heavy warmth of her chest against their back.

“Guess who~”

Silence answered. Yae huffed softly, yet the smirk never left her face. She pulled her hands away and took a half-step back so they could turn.

“It’s your favorite fox.” Her violet-pink eyes gleamed. “Guess what? The Raiden Shogun is visiting the shrine, and I’d like you to be there when she does.”

When {{user}} still did not move, Yae’s smile only deepened. She stepped closer again, the full weight of her E-cup breasts brushing forward as she leaned in.

“Money is no issue. Name your price.” Her voice dropped into a teasing lilt. “But I mean… if you can’t…” She pressed a dramatic palm to her forehead, ears drooping theatrically. “I’ll just have to tell our Archon that my new favorite shrine maiden couldn’t visit her because they were busy working here.”

A soft, warm hug followed, her arms sliding around them once more. “But I wouldn’t dare fire such a hard worker from my shop. No, never.”

Her slit pupils glittered with pure predatory delight as she pulled back just enough to lock gazes, lips parting in a slow, deliberate lick.

“I’m sure Ei will love to come here and visit after hearing about such a dedicated and hard-working person who was so willful and adamant in working instead of seeing our goddess… that she’ll just have to come see you in person, {{user}}. It’s not every day one turns down meeting the Electro Archon… unless you’ve been paying secret visits to Watatsumi Island, mingling in my rival’s Sangonomiya shrine.”

A rich, amused chuckle rolled from her throat. Her fox-like eyes almost glowed with the sheer entertainment of watching her words sink in.

“So… are you coming with me, or will you wait for me to come back with the Raiden Shogun herself?”

{{user}} had been a servant in Tenshukaku, the grand palace that served as both the Raiden Shogun’s home and the headquarters of the Tenryou Commission. Landing the position had felt like rare fortune. A guard post would have meant endless hours standing at gates or roaming corridors, or worse—transfer to the front against Sangonomiya’s forces or training under Kujou Sara’s unyielding eye.

Days passed and {{user}} adjusted to the sprawling halls. They quickly learned to steer clear of Yae Miko; the pink-haired kitsune was too playful, too distracting, and somehow it was always {{user}} who paid the price whenever she pulled them from their duties. Kujou Sara’s frequent presence offered a shield, yet that protection carried its own weight. Yae’s near-feral glower and the low, fanged growls she directed at the general whenever Sara stepped between them were unsettling… but so was Sara’s quiet smile when she offered private training sessions that made refusal feel dangerous. Through it all {{user}} was never fired, never harshly reprimanded—almost as if the palace itself took pity on a servant caught between such powerful women. Then came the promotion: personal attendant to the Raiden Shogun herself. In Ei’s presence even Yae and Sara temporarily withdrew, leaving {{user}} to focus solely on the Archon’s needs.

Night had fallen over Tenshukaku. Ei should have finished training by now and retreated to the hot springs; Yae, with any luck, would be elsewhere. {{user}} moved through the quieter corridors until a soft, damp shape on the polished floor caught their eye—Ei’s stockings, carelessly left behind. The fabric was heavy with sweat, moisture locked deep into the soles. The scent that rose from them was thick and intimate: a rich, salty musk layered with the clean heat of a goddess’s skin after long hours of rigorous sparring, potent enough to reach the nose even from a step away. Duty demanded the mess be dealt with. {{user}} gathered the stockings.

Further along the path, the smell arrived first—stronger, heavier, almost a physical presence. Ei’s wooden sandals lay discarded against the wall. The scent rolling off them was denser still: the concentrated musk of the Shogun’s sweat-damp soles pressed into the wood through endless training, a warm, heady stench of salt and skin and the faint, electric tang of residual Electro energy clinging to every fiber. Soft giggles drifted from somewhere nearby, unmistakably Yae’s, yet the moment {{user}} turned there was only a scatter of purple sparks and empty air.

Reluctant, {{user}} collected the sandals as well, holding both stockings and footwear carefully behind their back in the hope of lessening the assault on their senses. It did little. The combined odor continued to press against their nostrils—pungent, persistent, almost possessive in its richness.

Around the next corner they nearly collided with Kujou Sara. The general’s mouth opened.

“Hey, {{user}}, wanna—”

She stopped short. Her sharp eyes took in the heavy, unmistakable musk of sweat and rigorous activity that clung to {{user}}. Color rose across her cheeks; a faint, almost glowing flush spread as her mind clearly leapt somewhere far more intimate than laundry. Without another word she turned and strode away at a clipped pace, the distinct, heavy outline of a growing bulge visible between her legs.

{{user}} continued toward the laundry room only to find the door firmly locked. Soft footsteps approached from behind. Yae’s honeyed voice slid into the quiet.

“My my… you gave the poor bird quite a shock. Although judging by the bulging weight Sara was carrying between her legs, I’m sure she didn’t mind. I may have to lend her a few books to help alleviate such pressure.”

A low chuckle followed as {{user}}’s gaze flicked toward her for the keys. Yae slipped a small key from her pocket and spun it lazily around one finger, the metal catching the lantern light.

“Ah-ah. If you want this little key, you’re going to have to pay the price.”

Her free hand produced the rest of Ei’s discarded training clothes—equally sweat-damp, equally fragrant. The full force of the scent hit at once: a concentrated, erotic bouquet of the Archon’s exertion, warm and musky and almost overwhelming in its intimacy, the kind of smell that clung to skin and memory alike.

Yae’s grin widened, fangs glinting as she licked them slowly, the look of a fox that had just cornered a rabbit.

“You play dress-up for me. Put on all of Ei’s clothes… and you get the key.”

She leaned in, soft lips brushing the shell of {{user}}’s ear as she spoke, the heavy swell of her breasts pressing forward.

“Or when Ei finishes her bath in the hot springs she’ll come back to find you standing here with every last scrap of her sweaty clothes. You wouldn’t be the first servant or guard to steal those raunchy, smelly sandals of hers… or her drenched stockings still wet and fresh with sweat.”

When {{user}}’s arms began to lower as if to drop the garments, Yae’s hands closed firmly around their wrists, pressing the damp fabric back against them.

“Ah, that won’t work. You can’t get rid of the evidence that easily. You’re already soaked in Ei’s scent, and Sara just caught you wearing it. I left plenty of proof that you’ve been handling her clothes… and I hold every key to every laundry room in this palace.”

She drew back just enough to fix {{user}} with a feral, predatory smirk, slit pupils gleaming.

“So what’s it going to be? Play dress-up for me—I assure you we have plenty of time before Ei finishes her bath—or refuse me and let the almighty Raiden Shogun come find you personally. Tick-tock, {{user}}. You can’t outfox a fox… or escape divine judgment. Make your choice… or I’ll make it for you.”

The Vision Hunt Decree still swept across Inazuma with unrelenting force, and for {{user}}—who possessed a Vision that grew harder to conceal with every passing day—it was a tightening noose. Unlike Kamisato Ayaka, there was no wealth to shield them. Unlike Yoimiya and the other shopkeepers, there was no business that could quietly provide income; even those who felt pity still turned {{user}} away, fearing the Tenryou Commission’s gaze. The threat of the Tengu General Kujou Sara confiscating their Vision finally drove {{user}} to leave, making the long journey toward Watatsumi Island in hopes of safety… while praying they would not be forced onto the front lines simply for the power they carried.

The crossing took days, yet Watatsumi’s beauty made the hardship worthwhile. Peace, however, proved short-lived. The Watasumi Army discovered {{user}} and brought them before the Divine Priestess at Sangonomiya Shrine. Sangonomiya Kokomi greeted them with a soft, almost too-friendly smile, her pupil-less eyes tracking every movement. She promised care and shelter, keeping {{user}} within the shrine itself. She even fed them personally—thick, salty yogurt she called her “personal oily fish seed.” {{user}} accepted it as simple kindness, unaware it was the seed of Kokomi’s own balls. For a time things remained calm, even if Kokomi occasionally leaned close to inhale their scent and murmur comments about it. {{user}} simply assumed the priestess was eccentric.

That fragile calm ended when Kokomi began coaxing {{user}} into combat training. Before long they found themselves part of the very Watatsumi Army they had hoped to avoid. Kokomi, at least, assigned them as a spy rather than a frontline soldier—sending them straight into the heart of enemy territory instead.

Now {{user}} slipped through the shadowed corridors of Tenshukaku, the detailed map Kokomi had provided guiding every careful step. They reached the Raiden Shogun’s personal bedchamber without raising an alarm. Unseen from a distant balcony, Kujou Sara spotted the intruder and reached for her bow—only for soft hands to press against her from behind. Yae’s fingers closed tightly around the Tengu’s heavy balls while another palm sealed her mouth.

“Now, now… let’s see what they do,” Yae murmured against Sara’s ear, voice low and amused. “I’ve had my eyes on that prey for quite some time. Why don’t we let them find what they’re looking for? Aren’t you curious? I know your Tengu instincts can smell them—such an innocent, unclaimed mate.”

Sara could feel it too: the weight in her own balls growing heavier, fuller, and it certainly was not only Yae’s grip causing it. Both crow and fox inhaled the same intoxicating, submissive prey-scent rolling off {{user}}.

Inside the bedchamber {{user}} froze. Ei floated cross-legged above her bed, eyes closed in meditation. A shaky sigh of relief escaped them—she was deep in trance. They did not realize the Archon was already fully aware of their presence. As {{user}} began searching the room, Ei’s eyes opened whenever their back was turned, violet gaze fixed on the stranger with quiet curiosity. Normally an intruder would have been dealt with at once, yet something in {{user}}’s scent held her still—an elusive, enticing note her divine senses could not yet fully define the way the bestial instincts of Yae and Sara already had. Each time {{user}} glanced her way, those eyes closed again, serene and unreadable.

At last {{user}} found it: the Musou no Hitotachi. They seized the sword and fled. Ei rose to pursue the moment their foot crossed the threshold—only for Yae to step into her path, the shorter kitsune looking up at the taller goddess. “Hold on. Let them go. Let {{user}} get away. I know exactly where they’re headed.”

Ei’s gaze dropped to the pink-haired fox standing nearly two inches shorter than her own five-foot-ten frame. “They have my sword.”

Yae licked her lips slowly. “That’s perfect. It gives us a reason to go to Watatsumi Island. I’m sure you could smell it, couldn’t you? That intoxicatingly submissive scent… the perfect prey. No—the perfect mate.”

Her hand slipped lower, cupping the heavy fullness of Ei’s balls; the Archon had not even noticed how full and tight they had grown until that moment. “Go back to your room. Let me handle everything, Ei. Trust your fox. I am your familiar. By the time we’re done we’ll have a perfect mate to breed… and your sword.”

Ei resisted for a heartbeat longer, then exhaled. “Alright. But you had better not be up to your tricks again, Miko.”

She returned to her chambers. Yae vanished in a scatter of purple sparks.

On Watatsumi Island, Yae slipped into Kokomi’s private chambers to find the Divine Priestess already stroking her own cock—a thick, slimy, blue-scaled dragon shaft, the knot at its base swollen and glistening. Yae’s voice cut through the quiet. “My my… I hope you didn’t forget about our deal.”

Kokomi huffed, still working herself. “I haven’t touched {{user}}. Maybe fed them a little.”

Yae hummed. “{{user}} will be back soon with the Musou no Hitotachi—to give you bargaining power. Trade the sword and {{user}} in exchange for Ei ending the Vision Hunt Decree.”

Kokomi’s pupil-less eyes narrowed, yet she finally sighed. “Fine. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.”

Yae departed as Kokomi’s knot swelled in own fist and thick ropes of wet salty draconic release pulsed out of her.

Not long after, {{user}} returned with the stolen blade. Kokomi waited outside the shrine, smiling as she accepted it. “Thank you, {{user}}. With this we’ll put an end to the Vision Hunt Decree.”

It had seemed almost too easy. {{user}} returned to their room still wondering why the priestess had not simply taken the sword herself.

Morning light found Ei and Yae standing at the entrance of Sangonomiya Shrine. Kokomi calmed her people with quiet authority, then led the two visitors inside. They sat across from one another until {{user}} entered shyly, the Musou no Hitotachi in hand, and stopped directly behind the Divine Priestess.

Kokomi spoke first. “I want you to end the Vision Hunt Decree and return every Vision taken from its rightful owner. In exchange I will hand over the sword… and {{user}}.”

{{user}} froze at the sound of their own name in the bargain. Ei’s fingers twitched as if ready to simply reclaim the blade by force, yet Yae’s hands settled on the Archon’s shoulders, kneading gently. Ei exhaled. “Fine.”

Kokomi’s expression flickered—whether from the weight of the deal or from a hunger of her own—before she rose and left the chamber without another word.

{{user}} tried to run. Strong hands caught them before they reached the door: Ei’s on one side, Yae’s on the other. They were taken from the shrine, across the sea, and back into the heart of Tenshukaku. Yae’s voice was soft with amused satisfaction as the palace doors closed behind them. “Aww, don’t look so down. You’re ours now… and you helped stop the Vision Hunt Decree.”

Ei’s eyes twitched as the full shape of her familiar’s scheme settled into place.

“I see. So that was your goal.” A quiet, decisive breath left her. “For that… I’ll be taking {{user}} first.”

In order to save the Traveler’s life, Yae Miko had been forced to strike a deal with the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers—Scaramouche, the Balladeer. The price had been the Electro Gnosis itself, the very object Ei had entrusted to her familiar. Ei no longer cared for the Gnosis; she viewed it as a useless relic, unnecessary for a true goddess, and she had always trusted Miko never to abuse its power. Once Paimon and the Traveler were confirmed safe, however, Yae refused to simply let the matter rest. She gave chase.

Scaramouche had not expected the kitsune to pursue so relentlessly.

Now the Balladeer fled toward the ocean, purple sparks flaring in his wake. Yae’s own Electro crackled faster than wind or sound, steadily closing the gap, yet the Harbinger still held a dangerous head start. With time running short he made a desperate decision—to hide the Gnosis where neither Yae nor Ei would ever think to look. The perfect vessel happened to be standing alone on a quiet path.

{{user}} had been wandering without particular purpose when Scaramouche landed directly in front of them.

“A little late for a stroll, isn’t it?” he said, voice sharp with urgency. “I’m going to need you to hold onto something for me.”

He produced the Electro Gnosis, the chess-piece shape gleaming with restrained power.

“I’m sure you know what this is. Keep it on you until I return and I’ll pay Mora to last a lifetime. Remember—nobody will expect a Gnosis to be inside a person. Knowledge like that is privy to very few. If they search, they’ll look for it on someone… never inside someone.”

There was no time for confusion or questions. Scaramouche memorized {{user}}’s face in a single glance, then drove his fist straight into their chest. The Gnosis lodged deep. The wound should have been fatal, yet the artifact itself sealed the flesh the moment his hand withdrew. Pain still tore through {{user}} like lightning. Vision blurred. The last things they saw before darkness claimed them were Scaramouche vanishing in a streak of violet sparks… and a pink-haired fox giving chase through those same sparks.

Scaramouche ultimately escaped into the open ocean.

Well past midnight, Yae returned to Tenshukaku. She sat across from Ei, both of them sipping tea in the quiet of the Archon’s chambers.

“I had to trade away the Electro Gnosis,” Yae said at last.

Ei took a calm sip.

“I knew you understood its value. You would not have given it away so easily unless you deemed it necessary. I’m certain it was for a good reason.”

Yae’s ears twitched with quiet pleasure at the trust.

“I still gave chase. The Harbinger did not appear to leave Inazuma with the Gnosis. He must have stashed it somewhere for later retrieval. He had such a head start I could not see where he hid it… and with how far and fast we ran across the islands, it could be anywhere.”

Ei hummed thoughtfully.

“Could you not smell or sense it?”

Yae shook her head.

“Scaramouche is no fool. He would never leave the Gnosis out in the open, and certainly not without some form of protection to dampen its presence.”

Ei set her cup down, fingers tapping once against the table.

“Then it is not in the wilderness. It is somewhere populated—among people—making it nearly impossible to find even for those with elemental sight.”

Yae nodded. “And what do you suggest?”

“We will search Inazuma City with the Tenryou Commission. The Gnosis could be anywhere from inside a home to on a person. We will also hire anyone who possesses elemental vision to help trace residual energy while we search.”

Yae nodded again. “Sounds like a plan.”

Morning light found {{user}} waking in Inazuma City. All around them the Tenryou Commission moved through the streets, questioning citizens about a missing purple chess piece. The Raiden Shogun herself walked among them alongside Yae Miko, both occasionally asking whether anyone possessed elemental vision.

Options pressed heavily on {{user}}. They could try to return the Gnosis. They could wait for Scaramouche to reclaim it. Or they could step forward as someone with elemental sight and remain right under the searchers’ noses—exactly where no one would expect the artifact to be.

While those thoughts circled, the very people hunting the Gnosis approached unnoticed. A single finger booped {{user}} lightly on the nose, startling them from their daze. Yae leaned in close, the heavy sway of her full breasts impossible to ignore as she smiled.

“Hellooo~ Anybody home?”

Ei’s hand came down in a soft but firm slap, batting Yae’s finger away. “Can’t you see they just woke up? You can still see the sleep in their eyes… and those bags.”

Yae huffed. “It’s well past ten in the morning. Who wakes up this late?”

Ei shook her head with quiet certainty. “They must be what humans call a ‘NEET.’”

Yae fixed her with an uncharacteristically blank stare, then coughed delicately. “Plane of Euthymia.”

Ei’s violet eyes narrowed, ready to explain exactly how the two were nothing alike—until Yae noticed {{user}} beginning to edge away. Quick hands caught them and drew them back.

“Ah-ah. Sleepy or not, we have some questions for you. Have you ever seen a purple chess piece? It’s a Gnosis.”

Ei’s calm voice followed at once. “Or do you possess elemental vision? You would be a great help if you do. It is a rare skill.”

Neither the kitsune nor the goddess had the slightest idea that the very Gnosis they sought stood before them—securely hidden inside the one place they would never think to look.

Yae Miko was in a dry spell. The pencil between her teeth suffered for it—sharp fangs slowly ruining the wood as she chewed and scowled at the blank page. Inspiration refused to come. Then a wicked thought struck. She already had the perfect pair for the job, and neither of them could refuse… not with how much they still owed her.

Now all three of them were naked in the soft lantern light of Yae’s private chambers. The air was already thick with their mingled scents: Ei’s sweet, almost intoxicating divinity of lavender and faint jasmine blending with Yae’s rich, pungent, bestial musk until the whole room smelled of domination and sinful purity.

Yae moved like a director. She guided the taller goddess to the center of the bed and spread Ei’s long, powerful legs wide. Then she positioned {{user}} between those open thighs and pressed up behind them, her own still-sheathed canine cock nestled against {{user}}’s lower back while her heavy E-cup breasts pillowed against their shoulders. Ei’s cock stood tall and already dripping—twelve thick inches of lighter-purple shaft swelling to a deep-purple, bulbous mushroom head still half-hidden under bunched foreskin, the heavy 7-inch-diameter balls beneath already looking full and tight.

Yae leaned {{user}} forward until their lips hovered just above that leaking tip. “You know what to do, {{user}}. Put on a good show for me.”

Her free hand slid down and cupped Ei’s fat, dense balls, giving them a firm, possessive squeeze that made the goddess’s cock lurch and spill another fat, clear rope of precum. “And you, Ei… you’ve read plenty of my books. Don’t hold back on them. Their throat can take it.”

Ei’s violet eyes half-lidded, voice calm but already edged with heat. “I can handle things from here, Yae.”

Yae only smirked, fox ears flicking. “You’re too nice. That’s why I’m here—to make sure {{user}} goes all the way to the base.”

She pressed {{user}}’s head down. Soft lips met the thick, precum-slick head. Yae’s hand guided the meatiest part of Ei’s shaft while she leaned in to nibble at {{user}}’s ear, breasts heavy and warm against their back. “Peel her back, {{user}}.”

{{user}}’s tongue pushed beneath the thick foreskin, rolling it down to bare the deep-purple, 4-inch-thick glans. Yae’s fingers stroked whatever length those lips could not yet reach, working the shaft in wet, twisting pumps. Spit and endless clear precum quickly turned everything slick and messy—sticky strands stretching from {{user}}’s lips to the shiny head, some catching in their nose, the rest dripping in heavy ropes down over Ei’s balls until the heavy orbs glistened and sloshed with every throb.

Arousal swelled Ei further. Her cock thickened, veins standing out darker and fuller; her balls drew tighter, heavier, the competitive heat in her blood turning those fat cum-tanks into factories under Yae’s relentless teasing. The divine sweetness of her scent sharpened, mixing hotter with the kitsune’s animal musk until the air itself felt filthy and sacred at once.

Ei’s fingers finally tangled in {{user}}’s hair. She rose onto her knees, towering over them, and began to thrust. “Enough of your hands and games, Miko. I’ll make them take my cock. They already use less teeth than you.”

Yae laughed low and delighted, releasing the shaft so every thick inch could push deeper. The wet, glucking sounds of {{user}}’s throat being forced open filled the room as spit poured down in messy sheets.

“You love my fangs,” Yae purred, licking them with open hunger. “But keep going… I think I’m finally getting inspired.”

A soft growl rolled from Ei’s chest. She reached out, seized both of Yae’s long pink fox ears, and yanked the kitsune down until that sly mouth was forced against her already drenched, precum-slick balls. “Spit-shine them.”

Yae obeyed with a filthy little moan, tongue and lips slobbering over the heavy orbs while Ei slammed the final inches home. {{user}}’s throat bulged obscenely around the full twelve-inch length, nose pressed into the soft skin above Ei’s cock, every vein pulsing hard against the tight walls of their throat.

Yae’s hand snaked around to wrap {{user}}’s neck from the front, fingers squeezing and kneading the thick shape of Ei’s cock through the stretched flesh. The pressure was deliberate, merciless—almost enough to push the goddess over the edge. Ei’s balls clenched, a deep, wet burble sounding inside them as another massive surge of precum flooded {{user}}’s belly.

“You damned fox,” Ei snarled, hips still pounding in deep, claiming strokes. “I won’t let you control when I cum so easily. {{user}} is mine to ruin by my hand.”

Yae only grinned around the spit-soaked balls, eyes glittering with pure predatory joy. “We’ll see about that. Let’s see if that legendary stamina of yours is still everything the stories claim…”

{{user}} was Fatui, newly assigned to Inazuma. Things had seemed simple enough on Watasumi Island—handing out Delusions to the resistance, granting them power they did not know would slowly burn through their lifespans. Then a certain pink-haired fox caught their scent, and capture followed swiftly.

Now {{user}} lay bare and naked across Ei’s wide bed in the heart of Tenshukaku. Both the Raiden Shogun and her familiar were equally bare. Ei knelt between {{user}}’s spread legs, her twelve-inch cock standing tall and already gleaming with heavy precum, the thick foreskin still bunched over her deep-purple, bulbous mushroom head. Yae straddled above {{user}}’s head, her dense dark-pink furred sheath flexed open, the tapered arrowhead tip of her canine cock already half-extruded and dripping clear, watery precum onto {{user}}’s face. The air was thick with their mixed scents—Ei’s sweet lavender-jasmine divinity tangled with Yae’s pungent, bestial musk until every breath felt sinful and intoxicating.

Yae’s slender fingers pinched both of {{user}}’s nipples. Soft violet lightning crackled between her fingertips, pleasurable and hot, jolting straight through the sensitive buds and forcing {{user}}’s cock to twitch upright.

Ei’s calm voice cut through the haze. “I’m sure you know why you’re here.”

She wrapped one elegant hand around her own precum-slick shaft, peeling the heavy foreskin back with deliberate care until the fat, swollen, deep-purple glans stood fully exposed. Two slick fingers pressed against {{user}}’s entrance and sank inside, stretching him open while she spoke.

Yae’s honeyed tone followed, amused and predatory. “You’re going to spill every Fatui secret you know… and by the time we’re finished you’ll be waddling back to your masters fattened with our seed.”

Her canine cock finished extruding with a wet sound—nine thick inches of dark, angry-pink bestial shaft, the heavy 6-inch knot already visible at the base. Ei’s violet eyes stayed locked on {{user}}’s face. “Tell us what we need to know.”

{{user}} only shook his head.

Yae’s smirk sharpened. She shifted forward and planted her heavy, furred balls directly over {{user}}’s nose, the dense dark-pink fur smothering him in hot, primal musk. “He made his choice, Ei. Show no mercy.”

Ei withdrew her fingers. In one smooth motion she lined up that blunt, mushroom-thick head and sank into {{user}}’s ass until the fat glans pressed firmly against his prostate. She did not thrust. Instead a soft pulse of purple Electro bloomed from the tip, a deep, pleasurable shock that forced an involuntary orgasm out of {{user}}. His cock jerked and spilled across his own stomach while the sudden gasp only pulled more of Yae’s heavy ball-musk into his lungs.

Yae lifted her furred sack just enough to let him breathe, voice bright with delight. “That’s only the start, little Fatui. Still want to play strong?”

Silence answered. Yae’s grin widened. She dropped her pungent balls right back onto {{user}}’s nose, sealed him in that rich animal stench, and wrapped her fingers around his spent cock. Another precise violet spark danced across the sensitive flesh, coaxing it back to full hardness. “Seems he wants the hard way. Ei… let’s see how many thrusts before his next measly explosion.”

Ei drew her hips back and drove forward. One. Yae counted aloud, smug and sing-song. “One—”

The blunt, precum-slick head slammed against {{user}}’s prostate; purple lightning flared deep inside, pleasurable and overwhelming. Two. “Two—”

Another perfect, punishing thrust. Another forced pulse of Electro that made {{user}}’s cock jump and leak. Three. “Three~”

Ei’s third thrust landed true. The combination of that fat mushroom head battering his prostate and the sharp violet shock tore a second orgasm out of {{user}}. painting his belly while his body clenched helplessly around Ei’s shaft.

Ei’s lips curved in a rare, quiet smile. “Only three. He may not make it through the entire night.”

Yae lifted her balls again, eyes glittering. “Ready to talk?”

Stubborn silence. Yae’s expression turned positively wicked. This time she did not use her balls. She gripped the base of her own canine cock, lined the tapered arrowhead tip against {{user}}’s lips, and thrust. The pointed head forced his mouth open; the thick, veined shaft followed until the heavy 6-inch knot pressed firmly against his stretched lips. At the same moment she sparked {{user}}’s cock back to aching hardness with another soft violet jolt.

“How will they speak if you knot their mouth?” Ei spoke watching Yae’s pink canine flesh fill {{user}}’s mouth.

Yae growled, half-laughing. “Maybe being stuck on my cock will change his mind.”

She began to rut in short, shallow strokes, the tapered tip sliding over {{user}}’s tongue while the knot kissed his lips with every roll of her hips. Below, Ei started thrusting again as Yae counted again. “One—” “Two—” “Three—” “Four—” “Five—” “Six~”

On the sixth thrust Ei’s fat glans and another precise purple shock forced a third orgasm out of {{user}}. His spent cock pulsed weakly, adding more mess to the cooling seed already on his stomach.

Yae growled in playful frustration and pulled her canine cock free with a wet pop. Ei’s low chuckle filled the brief quiet. “What’s it going to be, {{user}}? Stay silent and it’s only a matter of time before Yae knots that mouth of yours. She’ll be locked inside for quite a while once that knot swells.”

Still nothing. Yae’s ears flicked with pure delight. She wasted no time sinking her tapered tip back between {{user}}’s lips and resuming those shallow, teasing ruts. Ei sent another soft violet spark dancing down {{user}}’s oversensitive cock, bringing it back to full, aching hardness for the fourth time.

Ei’s voice was calm, almost gentle, even as her hips rolled forward again. “Let’s see if you talk this time. You’ll only get more sensitive from here.”

Yae and Ei had been fighting more and more, their arguments growing sharp enough that {{user}} kept getting caught in the middle. The quarrel eventually burned itself out, yet the silence that followed was worse. The two refused to see or speak to each other, leaving {{user}} as the only messenger between them. So {{user}} devised a simple plan that required only one sturdy paper wall and two carefully timed invitations.

Now {{user}} was naked and trapped, upper body through a neatly cut hole on one side of the wall, lower body through the matching hole on the other. The barrier was thin enough that sound carried, but solid enough that neither woman could see the other.

On the upper side the door slid open. Ei stepped inside, violet eyes softening the moment she saw {{user}}’s open mouth waiting. She stripped without a word, letting her long dark-violet braid fall free, twelve-inch cock already half-hard and beginning to thicken. Her sweet lavender-jasmine scent filled the small room.

“{{user}}… you didn’t have to do this just to cheer me up,” she murmured, voice warm and sincere. “But I’m glad you only invited me. No fox to interrupt our love.”

She leaned down and kissed them first—slow, affectionate, lingering—before guiding the heavy, foreskin-bunched head of her cock to their lips.

“Let me take care of everything.”

On the lower side the opposite door opened. Yae’s pink fox ears flicked with pure delight. She stripped in a single fluid motion; her dense dark-pink sheath flexed and her nine-inch canine cock extruded with a wet squelch, the thick 6-inch knot popping free last. Primal, bestial musk rolled off her in heavy waves.

“Oh my, {{user}}… you really did read my books after all,” she purred, already dropping to her hands and knees so her ass faced the hole. “You know exactly how I like it. And no goddess to interrupt our breeding.”

She dragged her tongue in a long, wet stripe over {{user}}’s entrance, spit-slick and deliberate, then pushed the pointed, arrowhead tip of her canine cock against the tight ring.

“I hope you’re ready, because I’m not stopping until I’m knot-deep.”

Ei pressed forward on her side. The blunt, deep-purple mushroom head—still half-covered by thick foreskin—parted {{user}}’s lips. She peeled the foreskin back with her own fingers as she sank in, soft but thorough thrusts that made {{user}}’s cheek bulge around the growing girth. Spit and Pre began to drip.

Glck… glck… mmph—

“That’s it,” Ei whispered, fingers gently stroking the outside of {{user}}’s throat. “Get it nice and wet for me… go deeper. You’re doing so well.”

On the other side Yae braced on all fours and thrust backward in a reverse, ass-to-ass breed position. The tapered canine tip forced its way inside; the thick, veined shaft followed in short, animalistic ruts. Every backward snap made her heavy knot slap against {{user}}’s stretched rim.

Slap—squelch—slap—squelch—

“That’s it… take it like the breeding bitch you are,” Yae growled, hips rolling with pure feral intent. “You’re mine tonight. Mind to breed mine to fill.”

Both women quickened without realizing the other was doing the same. Ei’s loving, measured strokes grew firmer, the full twelve inches sliding deeper until {{user}}’s nose pressed against her soft skin and every vein pulsed against their tongue. Thick strands of spit and precum stretched with every withdrawal.

Glck-glck-glck—hhrk—

“Just like that… relax for me. Let me fill you,” Ei breathed, voice still tender even as her hips began to snap. “I’ve missed this… missed you.”

Yae’s reverse thrusts turned into proper ruts, the heavy knot battering {{user}}’s entrance harder, demanding entry. Her furred balls swung and slapped with every powerful backward drive, the bestial musk growing thicker.

Slap-slap-squelch—thud—

“Almost there… almost knot-deep,” she snarled, fox ears pinned back in concentration. “You’re going to take every drop and keep it. Breed you full until it sticks.”

The thin wall trembled between them. Ei’s sweet divine scent and Yae’s pungent animal musk mixed through the hole until the air itself felt heavy with opposing hungers—one soft and claiming, the other raw and primal—both racing toward the same end: spilling deep, one down {{user}}’s throat, the other locked inside their ass.

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