A/N: Bit tricky this was, due to me deciding - somewhat foolishly - to write the smut scene first, then the plot bit later... only I got only like eight paragraphs in before I had to stop since I was feeling terribly under the weather (this was a few months back), then I picked it up just the other week there and finally finished it off after hammering it into something palatable.
Still, hope you can enjoy~
The Mask
A festival was occurring the Sakura Empire.
Called the Shirogane Festival after a local historical figure it was a relatively small-scale event, but one that year by year drew in more people as they came to witness the slew of stalls featuring arts and crafts, home-cooked food and watch samurai re-enactments next to the main bonfire in the central plaza of town.
What few knew was that the entire festival nowadays was used as little more than a cover operation for moving artifacts. Ancient Sakura artifacts, in fact; from mystical rocks to rune-encrusted jewels, the number was varied and exotic as one could imagine. The main storage location, a war-time bunker repurposed as a network of solid storage rooms, was located just outside the town in a nearby forest, providing both shelter from any Siren attacks due to its depth and natural barriers, and also reduced the chances of anyone stumbling upon the borderline-magical artifacts.
One of which was being transferred at the moment. An artifact known by many names; the White Mask, the Mask of Ruin, the Heirloom of Destruction – the names ranged from wildly overblown to unassumingly simple. However the mask in question was deserving of all those monikers, for it was not just some simple mask. Worn by a samurai in the days of old it possessed an evil presence that would latch onto anyone foolish enough to awaken it, granting them untold amounts of power and good luck... at the cost of completely consuming them in the process, turning them into little more than a vessel for the evil presence.
Some even say the reason the original samurai survived so long, even when besieged by an entire army, was the mask. How it allowed a volley of arrows to hit every spot but him. How katanas mysteriously glanced off his armour when it should've cut through. How the sun always shone in the right place to blind his opponent, how poor weather reigned when an attack was to be launched and good weather came when he did a counter-attack – it was only his own hubris that eventually saw his end, foolishly mistaking good luck for invincibility.
Safe to say inviting a slash to his chest, no matter how much luck he possessed, was not something he could survive.
The Commander mused on the old, nigh-mythical tale as the carriage shifted underneath him. The soft neighing of horses could be heard from outside as they pulled the carriage, and when he peeked out the front, the curtain-like doors only a tiny bit ajar, he could see Yamashiro and Fusou walking on either side of the carriage to guard it. Considering the secrecy of the operation very few were known about it, though due to shortages the shrine maidens couldn't afford to handle it completely alone.
Hence both his inclusion, and one of his subordinates – Kaga.
''This is the thing that once sowed such chaos on the land...?''
The Commander smiled slightly and glanced across the carriage at the aforementioned Kitsune, sat on the short bench-like seat across from his own. The interior of the carriage was dark but it was easy to make out Kaga's pale face in it, the fox-woman looking not at him but at the heavy wooden box inside the narrow carriage with them. Though it was sealed tight he remembered the sight of it when Fusou carefully laid it down in it; a white fox mask emblazoned with red around the eyes.
''Indeed.'' The Commander remarked. ''It must remain in the darkness at all times lest it awaken and possess the nearest person, corrupting them into a vessel for itself. Once it's moved to the storage facility it shouldn't need to be moved again for... well, who knows how long. So we shouldn't need to make this trip again any time soon.''
Kaga merely hummed at that, eyes on the box. The Commander smiled slightly at that and shuffled towards the main exit, pulling the curtains back and going outside – striking up a conversation with Yamashiro and Fusou about how long until they'd be there.
Unbeknownst to the Commander Kaga continued to stare at the box, an odd fixation gluing her gaze to it. Unlike the Commander she had not been present to see Fusou put the mask away, and a strange, foreign curiosity ate at her. She knew on some level that such curiosity was a bad idea in this context, but even with that thought in her mind her curiosity only burned hotter, a strange need building up inside her.
Until soon she glanced at the entry to the carriage... and then leaned over towards the box. The lid, sealed by several heavy steel latches, were unclipped easily by someone of her strength, allowing the white-haired Kitsune to lift the lid up. Underneath, surrounded by black padding foam laid the infamous mask, one that looked startlingly close to her own, if only because of the similar colour schemes. Again the insatiable curiosity inside her tempted her fingers forth, brushing them along the smooth, bone-like material of the mask, relaxing slightly when it didn't react. It was still dormant, being in the darkness of the carriage and all.
Perhaps because of that Kaga reached out with lithe fingers, grasping the mask and lifting it up. It was lighter than she expected, easily held up to her face and allowing her to inspect it in greater detail. She turned it around, admiring every little curve and detail to the mask... and when she found herself staring at the back she felt an inexplicable urge to try it on. Which she did; gently pressing the mask to her face. It had no straps or anything though to hold it there... yet, Kaga kept it where it was, holding it there.
'Why am I...?' A bolt of awareness struck Kaga then. 'I shouldn't be doing this...'
As that thought echoed through her mind the carriage travelled up a slight incline, a lucky gust of wind blowing at that exact moment and allowing moonlight to spill into the carriage – touching the mask.
Faster than Kaga could react ghostly grey tendrils burst forth from the mask, wrapping around her head and eliciting a startled shout from Kaga herself.
The sound didn't go unnoticed and barely a split-second later the Commander stumbled back into the carriage, alarmed as he gazed at the scene before him – watching as grey tendrils started to wrap themselves around Kaga's head even as the Ship-Girl pushed back against the mask, her superhuman strength keeping it at bay but rapidly losing as the mask started to get a hold on her. The second it had a hold, it wouldn't be letting go.
Thus without missing a beat the Commander rushed in, snatching the edge of the mask and pulling. However it was like gravity itself was pulling the mask towards Kaga's face; an unimaginable force pushing it towards her-
-when all of a sudden it stopped. Startled by the sudden lack of resistance the Commander pulled it away from Kaga's face – and onto his own. Compared to Kaga's strength his own could barely compare, and as such the mask overtook him in barely a second, attaching itself onto his face and rapidly encircling his head with its phantasmal grey tendrils.
''Mmph!'' The Commander's muffled yell could barely be heard through the mask.
''Commander-!''
Kaga stumbled towards him to help, the cramped space of the carriage not helping – but in his struggle to get the mask off the Commander stumbled back and tripped on the lip of the carriage entrance, tumbling out with a shout and falling off the carriage entirely. The horses neighed and reared back on their hind legs, coming to a stop, but Kaga's attention was fully on the Commander; rushing out through the carriage curtains and hopping down onto the ground. Her eyes swept the area for him, though she didn't have to look far; finding him on the ground with Yamashiro already by his side.
''Commander...? Are you okay...?'' The shrine maiden tentatively asked the curled-up man.
Reaching out to touch his shoulder Yamashiro held her breath, almost hesitant in her motions-
-when in a heartbeat Kaga darted forth, snagging the Battleship by her collar and pulled her out of the way from a slew of ghostly-grey tendrils that shot out from the Commander's upper-back.
''Hoh.'' A warped, echoing voice emerged from the Commander's mouth. ''Impressive reactions. Only the greatest of warriors had the foresight to evade such an attack.''
Kaga narrowed her eyes, watching as the 'Commander' stood up from his place on the ground. There was an unnatural stiffness to his motions, like a marionette being controlled by an unseen puppet master. However it was the white fox mask that held Kaga's attention the most; how it was practically glued to the Commander's upper-face, hiding everything above his upper-lip whilst leaving his mouth free.
'Did it morph when it attached itself?' The fox woman swiftly thought, gritting her teeth. ''Release the Commander, creature.''
''Commander?'' The possessed Commander lifted his hands, gazing at them. ''For such a title his body is rather fragile. Closer to that of a nobleman than a warrior – too little muscle and form. And these clothes... pfft. Regalia unneeded on a battlefield like this-''
Kaga didn't wait to hear him – hear the Mask – finish talking. Faster than most humans would expect the fox-woman launched herself across the grass patch, a shikigami spawning between her fingertips and slashing straight for the mask, fully intent on cutting it twain without even grazing the Commander-
-but to Kaga's shock the corrupted Commander jerked his head to the side with reactions far exceeding that of a human, and grabbed her wrist. Her shock lasted far too long and he threw her by her arm into the chariot behind her – knocking the wind out of Kaga as she hit the hard wood back-first, splintering it in tandem with her gasp.
'Such strength...!' Kaga thought in alarm, wincing as she pushed herself out of the slight dent in the wood. 'No normal human could do such a thing... then the Mask must be-!'
Movement cut her thoughts short and instinct took hold, making Kaga jerk to the side – evading a ghostly grey tentacle that shot towards her. It buried itself deep into the wagon behind her and she wasted no time in rushing the corrupted Commander, but she had barely made it halfway before another two tentacles lunged from over the man's shoulder, missing her only because she aborted her attack and leapt to the side, disengaging.
''You'll have to try harder than that, woman.'' The mask sneered confidently. ''Though that form, that figure... you are no mere consort, nor kunoichi. And those tails... how peculiar this era is.''
''Silence!'' Kaga retorted heatedly, flinging a shikigami his way.
The corrupted Commander merely smirked and spread his arms wide apart – and Kaga's eyes widened as she realised it would actually hit him.
Or rather, hit the Commander.
Instantly the shikigami disintegrated; the blue, disintegrating shreds just-barely hitting the Commander's white officer jacket – and causing his smile to widen into a grin. ''Keh. So it is as I suspect... you won't harm this body of mine. Someone precious to you, perhaps? Or a chosen person you are sworn to protect? Or do you simply value your 'Commander' so highly that laying a single scratch upon his body is heretical to you, woman.''
''My name is Kaga.'' The fox-woman snarled back, tails flaring out in anger. ''Member of the First Carrier Division.''
''The name does not ring a bell... Kaga.'' The way he purred her name out gave her goosebumps. ''But I will consider it a title of importance all the same. Let us see if you can pose much of a threat, keheh~!''
Then without warning he was rushing her. Fast, hurried steps carried him across the distance far quicker than any human should be able to move, forcing Kaga to leap back just in time to avoid a back-hand – one backed with such power it felt like she just dodged a Battleship's punch. The thought made her lips purse, and without missing a beat she lunged back to meet him – attempting to land a punch to his side.
The corrupted Commander however twisted with far more athleticism than he was known for, twisting around and bringing his heel up – before roundhouse kicking her. Her armoured belt took some of the blow but the sheer strength behind it made Kaga grunt, her left arm raising just in time to block another blow that would've struck her cheek. In the background she could see Fusou and Yamashiro running about doing something but she couldn't focus on it, not daring to take her eyes off of the Commander for a moment lest he land a debilitating blow.
Turns out she didn't need to make a mistake. The moment she dodged another punch the Commander suddenly sped up, giving her a split-second to realise he'd been holding back until then – before he punched her in the stomach, just under her armour belt. It knocked the wind out of her and left her open; giving the corrupted Commander plenty of time to slip into her guard and grab her by the throat, squeezing so hard her air supply was almost instantly cut off.
''Kukuku.'' With only minor difficulty he forced her down to her knees despite her struggles. ''Seeing you down on your knees with such a fierce expression... hmph, I think I'll take you as a consort of my own. I like the fire you have in your eyes.''
Kaga gritted her teeth, enduring his grip-
-when from behind several enchanted ofuda were flung towards the corrupted Commander. The moment they made contact with his back they glowed a bright, purifying blue, forcing a pained shout from the corrupted Commander – his voice warped even further than it was already in his agony. Almost immediately he unhanded her throat and stumbled away, clawing at his back with the fervour of a mad beast until he managed to rip them off, shuddering as he was finally free from them.
Kaga on the other hand was left coughing; raggedly inhaling breaths and gulping down her own saliva by the time Yamashiro rushed up to her side. ''A-Are you alright?!''
''Yes...'' Kaga muttered, rising to her feet. ''What did you do...?''
''Let's just say a little shrine secret.'' Fusou was the one who answered, walking past her and towards the corrupted Commander. ''With enough hits, he'll be too weakened to resist and we can safely remove the mask.''
''Bold. But an old reliable of the stubborn old miko of the mountain.'' The masked Commander growled. ''However you failed to account for something in particular, shrine maiden.''
Fusou narrowed her eyes. ''And that would be?''
''You assume you can catch me.''
The trio of Ship-Girls had barely a second to realise the implications of that statement before the Commander turned and bolted – dashing off between the trees.
Kaga was barely a second behind; chasing after him. ''Spread out and find him, now!''
''Hai!'' Yamashiro and Fusou shouted back.
Kaga took some solace in that, sending several planes up into the sky to track him – however Yamashiro and Fusou weren't as fast as she was, lagging behind little by little as they ran, spreading out into a wide fan shape. With her planes she managed to track the Commander fairly well... at least, until he ran into the deep undergrowth, the canopies hiding his location and forcing her to rely more on the rustle of trees than actual movement.
Still, she was nothing if not determined.
And with the Commander's freedom, his very soul on the line, she would do anything to save him.
X-x-X
It didn't take Kaga long to locate the Commander. The trail left by his hurried escape left flowers crushed underfoot and shrubs torn from their places, leaving a noticeable path through the forest not visible by air.
Quiet as a mouse Kaga slipped through the darkened forest, the shadows not helping conceal her white-clad form as well as she'd like. The slightest sound made her tense and flick her gaze around, only to find the culprit to be nothing more than a wild bird or some other animal, yet she didn't fall into complacency, remaining alert as she continued travelling through the moonlit forest.
As the fox-woman carefully slipped through a gap in the bushes, tails kept close to her body to stop herself from being caught, she at last laid eyes upon the Commander. He stood out in the middle of a small clearing, the gap in the canopy allowing moonlight to spill down over his twitching form, muttering incoherently to himself and scratching at the white mask that was magically glued to his face. From what little mumbles she could catch it seemed like he was fighting himself, or at least arguing with himself, giving her some hope that the true Commander was still within.
However her prior skirmish with him told her she wouldn't be a match against him. In a fight to the death, most certainly... but in a battle where she had to hold back lest she hurt his deceptively-fragile human body, she was basically helpless. Holding back was never a strong suit of hers and she didn't dare wait until the others caught up with her, if they would at all – with how winding the forest was they could easily get lost. Thus... she would have to resort to more desperate measures to beat him. A way to get his guard down so she could remove the mask without harming him.
Kaga pursed her lips, and with warmth slowly colouring her cheeks she stepped out into the open. ''Commander.''
With a rasp more akin to a beast than a human the corrupted Commander turned towards her, his jaw moving and exhaling a single raspy word. ''Kaga...''
Kaga squirmed, stepping more out into the moonlight – guilt bubbling up within her as she remembered that he was like this in part because of her. She didn't trust her voice and thus didn't speak... instead, the fox-woman opted to grasp the folds of her white haori and peeled it away. The action made the corrupted Commander pause, the aggression in his frame wilting as confusion took its place, gazing at her.
Something that tempted her to speak. ''I submit... you have proven too powerful for me to defeat, thus I lay down my arms.''
The Mask's visage seemed to twist with the Commander's own, his lips curving up into a wide, greedy grin. ''Ohoho, is that so?''
Kaga pursed her lips and merely nodded, playing the submissive role – privately glad that the mask was too arrogant to even consider she was lying. After centuries of being locked away in a magical box it had clearly lost some of its intelligence. Thus with little hesitation the corrupted Commander marched his way over to her, his eyes running over her submissive form with glee, the sight made more emphasised when she dipped her head low, her ears flattening against the top of her head.
A hand cupped her chin, tilting her head up and forcing her to look him in the eye, the burning-red circles that acted as eyes gleefully peering down into her blue ones. Then slowly he grabbed the metal band around her stomach, and with a rough yank forced it off, the straps behind her back snapping off. Kaga blushed but remained submissively still, her pride taking a hit as she acted like a cowed rat, unable to do anything as the corrupted Commander undid her sash and yanked her dress open.
''You're mine now.'' The corrupted Commander purred, ripping her sarashi off without a care – lustfully eyeing her plump, bared breasts.
Kaga said nothing in return, mute as the Commander's hands cupped her breasts and gave them a slow, harsh squeeze. She grunted at that but didn't retaliate – the submission only encouraging the corrupted Commander to squeeze her tits roughly and lean down, snatching her right nipple between his lips and sucking on it. The feeling was foreign and novel, coaxing a gasp from the kitsune's lips and emboldening the mask-wearing Commander, his tongue lashing at the pink nub eagerly.
His lips popped off of her tit a moment later, his breath warm against her breasts before he kissed between them – then bit down on her tender flesh. Kaga winced but restrained herself, silently shuddering as she felt him bite hard enough to leave a mark before moving down further, trailing love-bites down her breast until he reached her right nipple and gave it a quick lick. Not a moment later the corrupted Commander jerked upright, giving her next to no time before his mouth mashed against her own; devouring Kaga's surprised moan.
He grabbed her shoulders at the same time, shoving her down onto the grass and getting on top of her. Without breaking the kiss he ran his hands over her, groping and fondling her breasts roughly before yanking her clothes off – her haori and kimono peeled off with rough tugs. Kaga didn't stop him, her breathing heavy against his lips as he stripped her bare, her skirt soon ending down her thighs – her white side-tie panties being the last thing he shoved down her creamy thighs, leaving the fox-woman completely naked underneath him.
The corrupted Commander leaned back slightly, a grin on his lips as he gazed down at her bared body. Kaga's cheeks flushed with shame but she resisted the urge to cover herself, intimately feeling his perverse gaze run over her heaving chest and down her flat stomach. His gaze went lower, burning a line down her stomach to her sex; her crossed legs doing little to hide her womanhood. Even less so when he put a hand between her thighs and nudged them apart, his digits tickling her lips and sending a shudder lancing up Kaga's spine, her breathing short and stilted.
''Mn...'' Kaga's expression scrunched up, a myriad of emotions swirling through her as she felt his fingers rub her lips.
On one hand, it was the Commander's fingers. On the other hand, it was some ancient entity controlling him, making him do this. It wasn't the same... yet her body didn't seem to think so. As his familiar fingers ran along her slit, his index finger teasing her clit and forcing a stiff moan out of Kaga, she felt herself getting hot and bothered; her breathing involuntarily quickening and face feeling ever so hot. She feebly tried to cross her legs again but he merely manifested two pale grey tendrils; curling them around her shins and pulling her legs apart. Not too much, just enough that he could play with her pussy, but it made Kaga's cheeks burn with shame all the same.
The mask-wearing Commander took advantage of her submission gladly, two fingers soon pushing inside her. She gasped, gripping the grass, but without mercy he sunk his fingers all the way in up to the knuckle before pulling them back out – starting to finger her with quick back-forth thrusts. Her toes curled and Kaga groaned through gritted teeth, pleasure teasing her womanhood and creeping through her veins, growing all the more intense when the Commander darted down and bit her on the neck; his breath hot and ragged against her flesh.
It was wrong, it wasn't him... but it felt so good.
That fact was only solidified in Kaga's mind as he started pumping his fingers into her faster; a rhythm to his movements as he inserted his digits swiftly. Her walls clamped around them but that failed to stop him from fingering more moans out of her, his thumb teasingly swiping at her clit – tortuously circling around the little bundle of nerves before inevitably giving it a slight rub, the stimulation borderline explosive after so much teasing and never failing to elicit a moan or groan from the fox-woman.
Then without warning he all but yanked his fingers out of her. Kaga was left shuddering in their absence, her own breathing so very loud in her ears – when she heard his belt buckle rattle. Not a second later the ruffling of fabric could be heard as the corrupted Commander shoved his pants down, luring her gaze onto him, watching as his boxers soon ended up around his shins as well; revealing his swollen, throbbing cock to her. His intent was all too clear.
Thus Kaga didn't struggle; silently shutting her eyes as the mask-wearing Commander pushed her legs apart and got between them, one hand guiding his cock and running the bulbous tip along her pussy lips. She twitched at the feeling, a shaky exhale soon escaping her as she felt him rub the head along her entrance, so very close to just penetrating her outright yet delaying it for a little bit longer. He was teasing her with the prospect.
''Beg.'' Was all the Commander purred.
Kaga's eyes opened wide, staring up at him in disbelief... before with a muted gulp, she obeyed.
''P... Please.''
That was all it took to convince him, the tip pushing between her folds – before all at once he rammed inside her. Pain shocked through her and forced a short cry out of Kaga, her cry cut short as the corrupted Commander dove down and kissed her; mouth on hers and devouring her sound of pain. His hands snatched her wrists and held them down, keeping her pinned to the grass as he so roughly took her first time, letting her feel his sizeable cock throb deep inside her, unheeding of how her inner walls strangled his cock.
''Mn... h-hah...'' Kaga shuddered as he slowly pulled back. ''Bastard...''
''So cruel, Kaga-chan.'' The honorific made her grimace. ''You're the one who submitted to me... so by my rules, that makes you mine.''
The possessive undertone was punctuated by a sudden, short thrust, fucking a gasp out of Kaga. Grinning down at her the possessed Commander did it again, then again; starting to fuck her with short, rough thrusts of his hips. His cock jammed into her and filled her to the brim, the tip pressing up against her innermost parts, but with gritted teeth Kaga just endured the pain and screwed her eyes shut; half-heartedly reciprocating when he forcibly kissed her.
In response the corrupted Commander sped up; his cock scraping between her walls and slamming up against her innermost parts eagerly. Their flesh audibly smacked together, the sound seeming to echo throughout the desolate forest and eliciting a shaky groan from Kaga – praying in the back of her mind that the others didn't find them. Last thing she wanted was to be found by Yamashiro and Fusou being defiled by their twisted Commander.
''Mn-!'' A sharper grunt escaped her as he buried his face into her neck; biting her there again. ''H-Hah...!''
His hands slid down to her lower back then, lifting it up and making Kaga arch her back with a laboured groan; gritting her teeth as he ploughed her with growing eagerness. The loud slaps of flesh rung in her ears, each smack of skin-on-skin rippling up her body – not helped by the cock that slammed deep into her body, railing her raw. The pain was dimming now, transforming into stinging pleasure that coaxed a groan out of the kitsune, only fuelling her shame as she realised she was getting off on this.
The corrupted Commander noticed that too. ''Keheh. That's a good fox. Just enjoy~''
The breathy words against her neck made Kaga moan, her lips pursing in a futile attempt to contain any more from escaping. It was for naught though; his rough pumps soon fucking another one out of her. Grinning gleefully the mask-wearing man responded by grabbing her waist, yanking her towards him as he slammed inside – ruthlessly pounding her formerly-virgin sex to the tune of clapping flesh. No matter how tight her pussy became he didn't slow; if anything her tightness only fuelled his never-ending lust, his shaft pulsating against her walls.
Stiff groans began to bubble up his throat, deep and guttural, twisting his human vocal cords to produce them. Like a beast claiming its mate he rammed her with barely a consideration for her own pleasure, just hilting himself in her as fast as his hips would let him... and Kaga started to like it. The roughness, the pain, the humiliation of being so completely and utterly dominated, of being little more than prey before a vastly superior predator... it ignited some previously-unknown instinct inside her.
He was a beast. And she was his mate, nothing more.
''Haah...'' The corrupted Commander breathed, nipping her earlobe. ''Here it comes, Kaga-chan...''
Kaga shuddered at the implication, her walls constricting his length. ''V-Very well...''
''Ho...? Even knowing its coming, you don't resist?'' His breath brushed her neck. ''Good. You'll prove to be a good pet.''
Kaga could only moan in return, shame and arousal mixing into a gut-twisting mix as she submitted herself completely to her corrupted Commander, feeling him ram himself into her with all the force of a savage beast, ploughing her raw-
-until with a shout of delight he blew his load in her. Thick, plentiful ropes of heat filled her, spurting across her walls and forcing a gasp out of Kaga as she was creampied. With a husky grunt the mask-wearing Commander thrust into her again, then again; his stilted thrusts preluding the spurt of semen he'd unload into her.
''Mn... ah...'' Kaga shakily breathed – shivering as he finally stopped cumming, his load hot inside her.
The corrupted Commander stayed inside her for but a few moments before pulling out, allowing a slow but thick deluge of cum to leak out. The sensation was a new one for Kaga, coaxing a moan up out of her throat – and she promptly yelped as her corrupted Commander rolled her over. She got her knees under herself but didn't manage to get her hands down before he pushed her down by her shoulders, pinning Kaga to the grass.
''Mn...!'' Kaga shuddered at the position; forced ass-up-head-down and leaving herself in such a humiliating position, like she was an animal begging to be bred.
The twisted form of her Commander seemed to like the thought; purring in primal delight as he lined himself back up – and with little warning he plunged back inside her, fucking a surprised moan out of Kaga. The fox-woman clamped her mouth shut a moment later but the sound had already escaped, eliciting a perverse chuckle from the Commander and enticing him to grab her ass with his free hand, groping her rear as he started to pump into her wet womanhood.
And then bring his hand down in a spank. Kaga grunted, a sharp shudder travelling down her spine a split-second later as she felt her cheek sting – and moaned shamefully as he spanked her a second time. His hand came down again, then again; repeatedly spanking her until her ass cheek was red and stinging. Yet despite the aching pain Kaga found herself moaning; a near-masochistic delight throbbing inside her, only amplified as the corrupted Commander eagerly plunged his cock inside her.
''Hah, haah... ah...'' Kaga panted out heavily. ''Commander...''
''Keheh. That's it~'' The corrupted Commander cooed, giving her ass another smack before grabbing her waist - pulling her back onto his cock more aggressively. ''Mm... so tight~''
Kaga just moaned in response, forehead pressing against the grass and taking his rough pounding, a knot forming in her stomach. It only grew tighter as he kept shafting her, his girth sliding between her wet, slippery walls relentlessly. Her fluffy tails were gathered up in a single bundle as he wrapped his arm around it, using them like a handhold and slamming his cock into her, pushing the knot up into her stomach and searing her nerves-
''Mmph!''
-until with a muffled, pursed-lipped moan Kaga orgasmed. Clamping tightly around his dick she convulsed against the grass, unwanted pleasure searing her nerves and rendering her mind completely blank for a single second, able to only feel his thick cock twitching inside of her.
''Myn...'' Kaga shuddered, gripping the grass. ''Ahh...''
''Heheheh.'' A deep, raspy chuckle teased the back of her neck. ''Did you really just climax from being violated? How perverse you are, my little fox.''
Kaga pursed her lips but restrained the urge to snap a comeback, merely groaning in wordless refusal. In response the mask-wearing Commander suddenly pulled out, the absence of his cock making her grunt, and then gasp as he pulled her up by her nape. His grip was solid and he easily pushed her forth, making Kaga stumble towards the nearest tree until soon she planted her hands upon it, her cheeks blazing red as she found herself bending over practically on instinct alone; her tails held up and presenting her smooth rear to him, the moonlight illuminating her pale form.
Then with little fanfare the tip slid along her lips and he plunged back inside her, instantly fucking a moan out of Kaga's throat, the sound drying up into a stilted whimper. The corrupted Commander just chuckled deeply at that, his breath warm against her nape as he started to thrust into her once more – every thrust amplified by how sensitive she still was from her previous orgasm, sending tremors running down her legs and making the fox-woman clamp her legs together in some vain attempt to keep standing.
''Mn, hah... a-ahh... dammit...'' Kaga cursed between laboured breaths. ''You beast- ahn~!''
A moan tumbled out of her throat as he grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing her tits with greedy fingers. He could barely hold them thanks to their large size but that certainly didn't deter him from trying, his digits hefting and manhandling her tits until moans were forced from Kaga's lips, unwanted pleasure teased her sex as his cock slammed into her again and again, clapping her ass with every thrust. And even though she didn't want it, Kaga found herself pushing her ass back towards him; willingly impaling herself onto his cock.
Something the corrupted Commander noticed, chuckling huskily into her ear and sliding his hands back down to her breasts, grasping them firmly – before with a lustful growl he sped up, pounding her sopping sex with renewed vigour. Kaga cried out, shock and pleasure seizing up through her body in a single, overwhelming rush, her body tensing and her insides tightening, the snugness that pressed down on his cock only encouraging the Commander to keep up the rough, ploughing pace.
''Mn, hah...'' He panted against her shoulder. ''Good, give in, my little fox... you'll make a good mother, I'm sure~''
The crooned words in her ear left Kaga shuddering, only more so when she felt his tongue slide up the back of her neck, forcing a groan out of the Kitsune. Snickering he slid a hand down around to her sex, his fingers sliding along her spread lips and teasing her clit with his fingertips, easily coaxing a moan or a whimper out of the fox-woman, her inner walls clamping down on his shaft but failing to stop him from railing her raw, stirring up her cum-covered insides.
He only grew rougher by the second, his pelvis clapping her ass loudly and fucking moans freely out of her, her tails standing up and brushing back against his chest, curling partially around his torso and almost pulling him towards her – all but begging for him to keep fucking her, to keep driving himself between her walls and into her depths. The corrupted Commander was all too happy to comply, slamming into her with such sudden force Kaga cried out, her insides tightening around him like a vice.
''Hah, here it comes...!'' He growled, his voice almost lost amidst the raw slaps of flesh-
-when with a short cry Kaga climaxed for the second time; her legs buckling and nearly giving out under her. Almost instantly she felt his thick shaft spear into her, pressing against her innermost parts before unloading a thick, hot deluge of cum that utterly filled her and left the fox-woman gasping. Every clench of her insides squeezed out another thick spurt of semen, her insides becoming painted white with his milky load.
''A-Ahh... h-haah...'' Kaga shakily breathed - grunting as he pulled out. ''No more...''
''Hoh? Tired already, Kaga-chan~?'' The mask-wearing Commander mocked, grabbing her waist and forcing her to face him, her back resting against the tree. ''I'm afraid I'm not satisfied yet~''
''You insatiable beast...'' Kaga breathed, curling her hand around the back of his neck.
The corrupted Commander just grinned and leaned down, their lips brushing together before sealing in a deep, passionate kiss-
-and without warning Kaga grasped the mask directly and pulled. Caught by surprise the Mask didn't have time to resist, and in a single fluid motion was pulled off of the Commander's face and thrown to the side – bouncing off a nearby tree and rolling to a stop.
Almost instantaneously the dark aura around the Commander vanished, his body going slack for a split-second before he caught himself. Kaga was there for him, one hand catching his chest and supporting his weight, their lips not drifting apart even as his own became limp with a mixture of shock and relief. Only after a long moment did they drift apart, lips separating and eyes meeting.
''Kaga...'' The Commander breathed, any trace of the Mask's echoing tone gone. ''I'm sorry, I-''
A finger to his lips silenced him, allowing Kaga to speak – a smile slowly forming across her lips. ''I know, Commander. If anything I should be the one apologising. If my curiosity hadn't gotten the better of me, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place... besides...''
Bashfully Kaga took his hand in her own, bringing it to his cheek and nuzzling it. ''...I have hid these feelings from you long enough. If there was ever a time, it would be tonight.''
''Kaga...'' The Commander leaned in – pressing his lips against hers in a quick, yet no less meaningful kiss; his forehead resting against hers. ''You should've told me. I've been wanting to tell you the same for... gods, ages.''
Kaga chuckled. ''Then it seems we are both fools. How quaint.''
''Yeah, you can say that again.'' He agreed ruefully. ''Let's get out of here... after we gather your clothes up, that is.''
''Let us indeed.''
After collecting the discarded mask and sealing it away with the help of Fusou and Yamashiro's ofuda, the night continued on; though the two shrine maiden couldn't help but notice Kaga was much more openly affectionate with the Commander.
For reasons that would become apparent months later as the results of that night showed through.
[END]
