a/n: Inspired by one of my favorite erotic stories I read on Lush.
God's Lake
The villagers had warned the children from a long time not to go towards the lake. Enough people had gone missing that the village elders had forbidden any of the people to go anywhere in the direction.
Still, Tsukuyo wondered, like anybody else, what was really so bad about it.
The official explanation was that the lake was deep and would drag so many people into the water. There were wild animals lurking around, and it wasn't safe for someone to go there, even in groups.
Some young men had attempted to breach the lake, but the villagers would later find their bodies bruised and beaten with no other explanation than whimpers of a god who lived there, angered at their presence.
The elders would only cluck their tongues and shake their heads. Nobody believed them - as they were ravings of madmen - but when questioned, the men would double down, swearing before Kami-sama that it had been a monster.
Such a story would pop up in Tsukuyo's mind now and then, especially when she took her crops to be sold at the market and passed by the forest. Once a month, she would stand at the edge of the forest that surrounded the lake. Not daring to take a step further, knowing that something dangerous lurked in that mysterious lake - but intrigued, all the same.
Her parents had died at an early age, making her self-sufficient from childhood. She subsisted by learning how to hunt, farming as much as she could, and sewing her own clothes. Her muscles were wiry and toned, but as she developed, she had grown into her adult beauty. Eventually, more and more people had taken notice of her femininity, and some of the boys in the village had even started to court her - a process that she had found somewhat unsettling.
She knew the village elders were deciding on who she would marry soon - after all, she was almost seventeen, and it was custom for people to decide these things in spring.
Even, so Tsukuyo wasn't really interested in anybody. She'd been alone for so long that the prospect of suddenly sharing a life with someone felt... scary.
It wasn't necessarily that she was against being married. Having someone to depend on would make her life far easier. She was sometimes tired of managing everything by herself, but bridging that huge gap between aquaintances to lovers by archaic selection seemed too much, too soon. If she had to think about it, objectively, her opinions were decidedly neutral on the matter. At worst, she was apathetic.
I'll think about it later, she thought, and then gathered the meager crops she'd harvested into her bamboo basket.
It was time for her to go to the market again.
-x-
Somebody had given her a beaded bracelet. The son of the local blacksmith had spotted her at her stall while she was selling her small supplies of millet and barley, and had - with blushes and stammers - presented it to her.
She had politely turned it down at first, but the boy had insisted on it. Out of reluctance and wishing to not make a scene - especially in front of others - she had finally accepted it. The boy seemed pleased when she slipped it onto her wrist, the glass beads glinting in the sun.
She supposed that all things considered, he wouldn't have made a horrible choice for a husband. Still, the way the other girls in the village made a fuss about love, and courtship - she found it wholly unrelatable.
And there was the concept of sexual desire - of which she knew was important for making babies.
She couldn't fathom why anyone would want to do that. She'd observed animals mating on farms and in the wild before, but couldn't quite equate it to humans doing the same thing.
Shaking her head, she took off the bracelet and put it into her pocket now that she was outside of the village. It weighed on her, that eventually she'd have to sign her life over to possibly somebody's control. Eventually, she'd be the ones making babies, and managing a family, and... truthfully?
She wasn't sure if she was ready for that.
It was by the grace of other neighbors and their own, supportive families, that she'd been able to survive into adulthood. But she'd never - she'd never experienced that chemical attraction that seemed to happen so naturally for others.
What if she never did? she fretted.
Her thoughts, gloomy and grey, haunted her.
And all of a sudden, she found herself at the edge of the forest.
A chill passed over her, and she found herself contemplating, once again, what it would be like to see what was lay beneath the forest.
Her hand anxiously fingered her bracelet, a reminder of the days' work she had already done.
She'd spent the whole day in the sun patiently. The sweat and dirt from the walking she'd done from today was accumulating, rolling down her back and clinging to her skin. She'd have to take a bath soon.
Surely whatever monster lay behind the trees had to sleep sometimes...
After all, it was so hot. Although the sun was nowhere near at noontime, the heat was scorching.
Suddenly, the prospect of walking another kilometer in this heat seemed unbearable. Swallowing, Tsukuyo adjusted her bamboo basket - which was now empty - and walked towards hopefully a refuge from the heat.
-x-
The lake was beautiful.
For a long time, Tsukuyo was amazed that she had been allowed passage through the forest. Nervous, she had looked around at all times, certain that a monster would pop out of nowhere, sending her to a mortal demise.
But to her surprise, nothing had happened. There was an occasional skittering of a mouse, which caused her to raise her bow and arrow - but other than that, there was not much for her to be concerned of.
She relaxed slowly and set down her basket.
Whatever had happened to those village boys, she thought, might have been an odd fluke. Perhaps they had run into a wild boar and had barely escaped with their lives.
She eyed the water, which looked invitingly cool. Sweeping her eyes around, she saw that there was nobody. It seemed as if the place was completely abandoned, and she supposed that in a sense that it was, considering that humans had been warned for decades to stay away.
Maybe it was just an overblown reaction, she figured, and then slipped off her tunic, folding it neatly into quarters before slipping it in her basket.
She dipped her toe into the water, finding it lovely. The bottom of the lake was soft and smoothed with sand at the bottom, and the water was so clear that she could her feet from the surface. Soon enough, she submerged her entire body in, completely nude. She then pinched her nose and then ducked underwater, cooling her head before popping up again.
The water trickling down her back refreshed her, and as she wiped away the droplets from her face, she was glad that she had taken a dip.
Then a twig snapped, causing her to whirl around.
"Who's there?" she shouted, covering her breasts with her arms.
At the edge of the lake, stood a young man, his arms crossed with an expression of utmost disdain.
Only... he wasn't just a young man.
He had tails, even though he was wearing trousers of some sort. She didn't have to count them to know there were nine of them, each individually striped. The end of his fingers had black claws, and his shock of hair glinted silver in the sunlight - a sharp contrast to the crimson eyes that pierced through her. His chest was broad - and his head was tilted, as if he was wondering what she was doing here.
Tsukuyo swallowed.
He was a god! A nine-tailed fox, no less.
No one had said that a kitsune god had resided in this lake! There were no shrines here, to pay respects to the gods that roamed the lands around the forest.
Immediately, Tsukuyo took a step backwards, even though logically, she knew she should have been swimming towards the shore.
"I didn't know the village started to send in virgins as tribute again," the god said, frowning. "Are they going through a drought again?"
She flushed moroon. "Y-you pervert! They'd never do such a filthy thing!"
Now his expression had shifted from being offended to one of amusement. "A hundred years ago, they did. But then they stopped after I asked them to bring sweets. I got bored of fucking young girls and letting them go - especially when they'd get ostracized for not being virgins anymore."
"How very considerate of you," Tsukuyo muttered. "Could you please close your eyes so I can get dressed and leave?"
Everything seemed terribly surreal. She couldn't believe that he was talking about antiquated practices from a century ago. Or that the monster from old tales was turning out to be some perversion of a supernatural entity. She hoped that this was simply a case of her hallucinating.
He grinned, revealing sharp, canine fangs. "Well, I don't think I will, not yet. Seeing as it's been a while since I've seen any women around these parts, why don't you at least tell me your name?"
She couldn't believe the nerve of this... god. If he really was a god.
"It's Tsukuyo."
"Ah, nice name. Mine's Gintoki, but you can just call me Kami-sama if you can't remember. Heaven knows enough people don't realize that I exist around these parts."
"The villagers told us that there was a monster in the lake," she said, still annoyed that someone had caught her bathing. "Some young men tried to come here, a long time ago. They ended up telling the elders that a monster was responsible for their injuries."
Gintoki picked his ear with a claw, causing her to scrunch her nose in disgust. "Is that so? I'll bet you 300 yen that they were disturbing my nap. There's nothing I hate more than someone interrupting my naps, you see."
"I'm glad that the gods above are doing such important work," she said, hoping that he would eventually get annoyed at her and let her leave in peace. "Sleeping for eons must be thrilling."
He laughed, and then his gaze turned on her. He raked his scarlet eyes openly at her, and when they rested on her chest, she knew what he wanted.
Despite herself, a shiver went up her spine.
"Perhaps you're forgetting who you're talking to," Gintoki said, his voice low, but pleasant. His tail twitched, flicking off a nearby insect that had flown too close to him. "I'll let you leave this time, but on one condition."
Now she was nervous. "W-what is it?"
"Show me your tits."
"Wh-what?" Now her temper came into full force. "That's extortion! You can't do this!"
"My lake, my rules," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, you've got two choices here. You can stay out here until you rot away into nothing, or you can show me your tits, leave this place, and never see me again. Which one sounds more appealing, hm?"
She cursed at him inwardly, but knew there was a logic to his twisted bargain.
The elders had told her that the kitsune god was one of mischief and trickery. It would be no use to fight against such a deity, even if every part of her wanted to.
With some trepidation, she unfolded her arms, letting them drop to her side as she bared her chest for him to see.
"Lovely," he breathed, and then untied the knot to his trousers, revealing his cock. He grabbed it and started to stroke it, from the base to the tip. He started slow at first, but the pace gradually grew quicker and quicker.
Tsukuyo had never seen a man masturbate before, much less an actual cock at that. But the image of it - as disturbing as it was - was intoxicating. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the god, even if she wanted to.
"C'mon," he said, his voice whiny and persuasive, all at the same time. "Touch your tits for me, why don't you."
Before she knew registered what she was doing, her own hands had reached for her nipples, twisting it gently and causing her to moan softly. A heat was starting to build in her nether regions, even though the water was cool on her skin.
"Yeah, that's right," he groaned, stroking his cock faster and faster. She was only a few meters away from him, and could see the desperation in his eyes as he raced to his climax. "Fuck, you're so hot."
It couldn't have been a long time, surely - but Tsukuyo watched as if it was in slow-motion, fascinated by the image of him closing his eyes, grunting, right before a couple gobs of white cum squirted out, landing into the water with a tiny splash.
She couldn't decide whether she wanted to kill him or leave more. But as soon as it was over, she waded out of the water, grabbing her clothes in a hurry.
Gintoki seemed amused as he pulled up his trousers, tying the knot. He was still staring at her wet body, that degenerate bastard.
"Don't come back again if you're not here to give me your body," he warned as he continued leering at her, and she glared at him back.
Never again, she vowed.
-x-
The next month came by, and as usual, Tsukuyo had come to the market to sell whatever herbs and crops she had scrounged from her farm.
She'd plotted her revenge for a whole month.
There were several alternate routes to get to the lake, of which were blocked and forbidden by the villagers. But she was determined to sneak to the lake once without getting caught by that perverted degenerate of a deity.
She'd go there, take a short swim, and leave as if she'd never been there.
Then she'd consider it a success.
Fuck him. She'd never believed in gods from the beginning, but now that she knew they actually existed, she would make damn sure she'd never worship one as long as she lived.
She readjusted her bamboo basket, and took a roundabout road from the hills, and through the forest she followed a trail that led to the body of water. She figured that by the time she saw him, coming from the south entrance, she'd have enough distance to make her escape.
Like the last time she'd been to the lake, there was nobody there. The surface was as smooth and shiny as a plane of glass, and she swallowed.
Time for the second phase of the operation.
She stripped her clothes as quickly as she could, and waded into the water until she was waist-deep.
"Huh. Didn't think you'd come back so quickly, but I always knew that I was secretly irresistable," someone said.
Tsukuyo swore.
Of course that shithead would pop up out of nowhere.
Gintoki was sitting on top of a craggy rock, his tails waving slightly in the wind.
"How did you find me?" she asked, infuriated that he'd caught her so quickly.
"I'm a god, remember?" He picked his nose, his dead fish-eyes giving her the impression that she had disappointed him, somehow. "This is my lake, and I know exactly who's coming here at all times."
Tsukuyo sighed. "Let me guess. I show my tits, you jerk off, and you let me leave?"
"Nah. I mean, technically speaking, you've violated the terms and conditions of this agreement I've made with this village, twice. So I'll need something more."
"What is it, then?" she asked, eyes narrowed in suspicious.
"You're gonna have to jerk me off this time."
The audacity of this god! Tsukuyo opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it.
At least he wasn't asking for her virginity.
(Yet.)
Gintoki took her silence as displeasure, amused. "It's not like you're gonna touch a bigger cock in the village."
"I was never interested in the first place!" Tsukuyo spat out. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"
Gintoki seemed unphased at her vehemence. "A perfectly normal one, if I had to guess. The village elders are probably going to match you with someone who might have more land and money than the boys your own age - because that's usually what happens to the pretty girls. After that, you'll basically be in servitude to your husband until he dies."
He wasn't completely wrong, which was... irritating.
Seeing her face was enough for him to smirk. "So you might as well have fun with a god like me, before you sign your life away."
She glared at him. She didn't have a choice either way; it was either this or possibly being obliterated.
"Fine, but I'm not any good at this," she snapped, wading to the rock where he was sitting on.
"Oh, everyone's gotta start somewhere," he breathed, and adjusted his position to where she could easily touch him. With practiced ease, he shucked his trousers off, leaving his hard cock in clear view. It was much bigger than she thought.
With both of her hands, she placed them around his shaft, somewhat unsure of herself. Her fingers weren't long enough to reach around, but she started to stroke him up and down.
He hummed his pleasure, voicing his approval as she applied a bit more pressure. "That's right," he said, his voice low and breathy. "Keep going, that's a good girl."
Something strange was happening as her wrists moved up and down. His voice was doing funny things to her, causing her to flush. Her nipples were already growing hard, and as the sun grew hot on her back, one of her hands let go in order to massage her breast.
"Yes, Tsukuyo," he urged, and somehow the temperature grew hotter by the second, with the way he said her name. "Go ahead, don't be shy. Touch yourself."
His voice seemed hypnotic, compelling her to do things that she normally would never do. Before she knew it, she was jerking him off faster and faster, while her other hand was rubbing her pussy, which seemed to have swelled in size since the start of their rendezvous. Small beads of sweat started trickling down her chest, leaving nothing to his imagination.
Her body began to shake as his breaths grew progressively shorter.
"Almost there," he groaned. "Let me come on your tits, why don't you."
She angled his cock towards her chest, shuddering as the fingers on her other hand sent her careening to her own orgasm. The intensity of it all was so different from what she normally experienced that it almost made her drop his cock entirely, but she didn't.
He came not too much later, spilling gobs of cum all over her chest, running down slowly her tits in a slow trickle. It was so hot that she spread it around - guided by animal instinct, rather than any rational impulse.
"That's right," he said, still breathing hard. "It's good for your skin. Wash it off, and come here tomorrow noon. I'll teach you how to please any man that you'll marry in the future."
After she got dressed, she walked through the forest to home; her mind was racing. Her head was filled with the erotic images that had transpired minutes earlier.
For the first time in her life she had wanted to sleep with somebody, and that person wasn't even a human in the first place.
-x-
Tsukuyo had never been interested in sex, or considered herself to be a highly sexual girl, but the next afternoon had her rushing through the hills in order to see the deity. Why that was - she couldn't explain it to even herself, but there was a small part of her that was thrilled by the amount of attention he'd given her.
When she arrived at the shore of the lake, he was already waiting for her, trousers already loosened.
"I'd knew you'd come, somehow," he said, grinning, but instead of being infuriated by his cheekiness - she felt warm all over. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?"
Shaking her head, she walked closer to him. "No."
He was already hard.
"It's pretty simple," he said. "Take off your tunic and put it on the ground so that your knees will have a soft place to stand on."
She did as he commanded, already eager to please him.
He placed a hand against her cheek, his claws touching her very lightly in order to not cut into her skin. "Just let nature take over. I don't mind a bit of teeth."
Her mouth couldn't take all of him in one go, but Tsukuyo would be damned if she couldn't even try. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock while one of her hands steadied his shaft so she could take him deeper and deeper.
One of his hands gently held her neck, controlling the speed to his liking. Her lips stretched even tighter around his shaft, and it wasn't long until her jaw started to ache from bobbing up and down on his cock. Still, the surface of his dick was smooth and hard, and she could taste his pre-come which excited her as he started to produce more and more of it the longer she blew him.
When she took him out of his mouth for a short break, he groaned. The pre-come was still trickling down from his cock.
"Suck it, sweetheart, make me come," he begged, and she acquiesced, letting him guide his cock into her mouth again.
When he began to shake, like the way he did the day before, her first thought was to withdraw. But then curiosity overtook her and she wondered what his seed would taste like.
Surely he wouldn't mind if she didn't let go...
"Here it comes," Gintoki moaned, and suddenly, his grip on the back of her neck grew even tighter, his claws digging into her hair. His cock started hitting the back of her throat with greater force, and she took him as far as she possibly could, right before his cum shot inside and she was forced to swallow so much of it. He'd came so hard that there was still some dripping down at the corner of her mouth, and she wiped the rest of it with the back of her hand.
She wasn't prepared to see him staring at her, his teeth stretched out as if she was a treat for him to be unwrapped.
"Good girl, you did so well. My turn."
"Wait - "
He pushed her onto a nearby rock, which was smooth and square-shaped, slanted at a downwards angle. "Lie down," he urged. His voice was soft and husky, leaving her so weak at the knees that she obeyed him immediately, eager to see what he had planned next for her.
This position left her pussy exposed, but for some reason, she suspected that was on purpose.
When he leaned down towards her, she had a sudden realization of what he was about to do.
"Gintoki - "
"Relax," he said, and then licked the seam of her sex, his tongue teasing her clit.
"Oh, fuck - "
One of his tails had shrunk to a tenth of its size, and it moved towards her pussy right before it sank inside. The water from the lake had dampened it some, and it was much, much harder than she thought any tail had a right to be.
The appendage crooked upwards, searching for a spot inside her before she moaned.
Gintoki was relentless as his larger-than-average tongue swirled around her clit, attacking it relentlessly while her tail kept hitting her special spot inside. Her legs had turned into jelly, but his hands secured her knees, keeping her from slipping down on the rock.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck that feels good!" she screamed, her lungs already crying out from air, her face hot from how intense the pleasure it was. Two more tails swirled around her breasts and twisted her nipples with the very tip, causing her eyes to tear up from the sheer amounts of stimulation she was receiving from the god. Another wrapped around her waist and arms possessively, as if Gintoki was about to consume her very existence.
She could have cared less who heard her in the heat of the moment; the pleasure was all-encompassing, threatening to catapult her into a state of unconsciousness. The pressure built inside of her, until she could bear it no longer.
When she came, screaming his name, her back snapped taut and her arms were trying to reach out for something - to ground her from falling completely to pieces.
But Gintoki was there, holding her safe, and by the time she had regained a semblance of normality, she was vaguely surprised to find herself completely drenched in sweat and shaking all over.
"You okay?" he asked, apparently amused. "I think you might need some help walking home."
Tsukuyo winced, but laughed shakily as his tails slowly unwrapped from her body. "You might be right."
He studied her for a moment, before pointing a finger at a pile of twigs. In an instant, it had set itself on fire, and a sudden warmth descended on her. He then pressed some plums into her palms.
"You should eat this before going home."
He stood up, dusting his knees before slipping his trousers back. "I'll see you tomorrow for one more lesson." This time he was the first to leave, disappearing into the thick bushes beyond the edge of the lake.
Tsukuyo bit into the ripe plum, still naked and sweaty. The juice of it ran down her palm, sweet and sour; reminding her of the taste of his cum.
-x-
She had made a special effort the next day, making sure her hair was brushed properly and her clothes as clean as they could be, for a peasant girl.
He wasn't there. She waited for half an hour, and then wondered if he had forgotten the past few days.
Maybe he was seducing another maiden from the village. She sat on the rock, wondering if it had been one big illusion.
Sighing, Tsukuyo brushed the lint off her tunic.
The villagers were going to think she was going mad if she kept this whole charade up, disappearing for hours at a time into the forest. He wasn't a human - and so that rendered all possibility of making this a thing - if it even was a thing - something that could happen on a regular basis.
One last lesson, huh?
She sighed again. If there was lesson to be learned here, she wasn't sure of what it was - except that he was probably the best lover she would ever have, and that nobody else would ever compare.
There wasn't any use of sentimentalizing this... whatever it was.
She should go home.
Ironic how she'd set out to achieve something that she ended up not wanting in the first place. She stood up from the rock that he had delightfully plundered her on, and was about to walk into the forest when she heard someone moving behind her.
"Tsukuyo, you think I'd let you go before fucking you?"
Her body shivered at the sound of his voice.
Automatically, she reached to take off her clothes off, and without another single word, he kissed her, pulling her down to the rock that he'd eaten her out on. It was like a fire had suddenly invaded her, and his fingers caressed her sex, stoking a heat that had already burned from a long time ago.
She felt the tip of his cock press against her entrance, and she gasped, knowing she was already wet and ready for him in spite of his size. Without further preamble, he thrust inside her, stretching her in places that gave her profound pleasure.
Each increasing stroke grew deeper and deeper, and her moans increased in volume. He fucked her hard, but long and sweet, and in a steady rhythm. While he was doing so, he sucked on her nipples, doing so until she thought she'd come with the sheer, exquisite pleasure of having two erogenous spots stimulated by his capable body.
She was so close, and then he flipped her over, pressing her belly against the rock.
"What - ?" she cried out, irritated that her climax had been interrupted.
"Behind," he explained thickly, and then entered her again, thrusting even deeper and harder than before. His claws gripped her hair, enough to translate the slight pain into pleasure.
If the explanation wasn't satisfying, the sensation most certainly was. As he sank inside of her, the feel of him grew even more intense than ever, and soon she was seeing stars again. She pushed her backside to meet his strokes, causing him to swear.
"Fuck, Tsukuyo - "
She took him like a bitch in heat, and it made him fuck her even harder, his balls slapping against her. Something about the motion must have triggered some deep and untouched nerve because one second she was panting; the next one had her screaming his name as the most ferocious and powerful orgasm passed through her body like a hurricane, her voice reaching the sky as she attained nirvana.
"That's right," he crooned into her ear, one of his tails starting to wrap around her waist. "Use the sexuality that you were given, and let go."
But he showed no signs of stopping, or coming easily. He was a god, and his stamina was unlimited.
She soon forgot how many times he'd make her come, from both front and behind. Over and over again, she was powerless to oppose his desire, and her head grew dizzier as time went on. Her body could barely take any more of his onslaught until he started to shake, one of his tell-tale signs of orgasm.
She'd thought he'd make her swallow his seed or that he'd cum on her tits, but instead, he held her tight by the waist. In that position, he filled her once virginal pussy full of cum, so much that it started to run down her inner thighs after he set her down on the rock, once finished.
"Oh fuck!" she cried out. "You're not - you weren't supposed to do that - !"
He snorted, but rolled off her. "Nothing's going to happen to you. Now go home back to your village. And don't come back here. I've taught you everything you need to know for a happy life."
She obeyed. She wiped as much of his cum away from her body as she could before dressing. Theoretically, she understood.
A god and a human could not be together.
But on the way back, she couldn't help the tears trickling down her eyes.
Why was it so bittersweet, this final lesson?
-x-
The next few weeks rolled by and life proceeded as normally as things were. Tsukuyo found, to her relief, that no permanent repercussions - especially after losing her virginity to a god - had happened to her, except for maybe a slightly heartbroken month.
But she was not the type of person to dwell. There was an experience to be taken from what had happened, and she was determined to make the most of it.
The blacksmith's son was visiting her stall again, passing some coins to ostensibly pay for a radish that she had grown in her garden.
She was wearing the bracelet he'd given her, and it seemed to please him.
But deep down, she'd knew nothing would be able to match up to Gintoki. As much as he was infuriating - he literally was a god in bed. Never mind that they'd fucked outside for each and every one of their encounters, but nothing had gotten her higher than the peaks he'd given her.
"So, Tsukuyo - I was wondering - hey, are you even listening?"
The boy's voice was cutting through her daydreaming.
"Oh. I'm sorry," she mumbled. "The heat's gotten to me."
"That's all right. Like I said, I was just wondering if you'd like to - y'know - "
"If you're wondering if she'd like to fuck you, the answer is no, buddy."
A piercing voice started the both of them, causing Tsukuyo to turn her head.
There he was.
His tails were gone. So were his claws. For all intents and purposes, Gintoki looked... human. She vaguely remembered that kitsunes were able to turn into humans whenever they wanted to - although to be fair, he'd kept his silver hair and red eyes.
He looked hotter than the sun. All of a sudden, her body grew warm, as if she had gone for a quick jog in this weather.
"I was talking to her, actually - "
"Beat it, pal. She's my wife, so I'm the one who's fucking her."
Now her face turned redder. "Gintoki! You can't just - what the hell - "
The boy looked aghast. "But - who even are you?"
Gintoki looked at him, smug. "Like I said, I'm the guy who's making her cum. Got a problem with that?"
The boy now stared at her. "Is that true?" he asked, looking at Tsukuyo with eyes of disbelief.
"You don't understand - " she stammered, not knowing how to react to this unintentional triangle. "It's - I'm - "
How was she supposed to explain the whole situation? Everything seemed surreal and outrageous, and she wasn't even sure that she knew what exactly was going on.
"I'll just tell the village elders, then," the boy said finally, still perplexed at the situation. "And maybe - " He swallowed. "If you could stop wearing that bracelet, maybe people wouldn't get the wrong idea. Like I did."
"Oh," she mumbled sheepishly. She took it off, and handed it to him, which he pocketed with an equally chagrinned expression.
When the boy left the two of them behind, she whirled furiously to Gintoki.
"You have just ruined my life!" she shouted, kicking him in the leg, causing him to yelp. "You were the one who said I shouldn't see you again, so I didn't even go to the lake! Now you're making a big joke and pretending that you're my husband, when really you're just a perverted mon - "
He clamped his hand over her mouth. The claws had come back, sharp but shiny. "Be quiet, woman! Just let me explain."
Miffed, she closed her mouth. He lowered his hand, and now looked embarrassed. "I wanted to see you again, okay? It's sorta... lonely out there. I was out there for years and got used to it, until you came in. And to top off, you're super hot, and you're incredibly sexy when you're angry at me, and, and - "
He looked as if he was about to collapse from mortification. "I tried to live on my own after you left, y'know. But then I got to thinking - there was a time where I wasn't alone. But it wasn't - nobody was like you." He sighed. "I just don't want you to go and die without me fucking you one last time."
She tilted her head. "How old did you say you were?"
"Dunno. Maybe two thousand years old? But I slept for at least three-quarters of the time. Can you blame me? It's boring as hell for a god out there."
She looked at him. And remembered the way he'd made her cum, over and over and over again.
"You'll have to help me farm."
Gintoki snorted. "Well, good thing I've got a lake where I can make things grow whenever I want."
Tsukuyo smiled.
"Well, maybe I can visit it again, just for old time's sake... "
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-tbc
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