116; on the stick that the monk had drawn, that number was written.

First to her thoughts was that that suggested an awful lot of possible fortunes. A staggering number that ought to cover, why, almost any future that a woman could have. Though a second's more consideration brought a second thought, which was that the Hakurei Shrine's timeworn tactic was for all possible futures to lead to repeat purchases.

She brushed a lock of sunset-coloured hair (and there were truly few other adjectives for her unsuitably long and un-monk-like tresses, which bore the coolth of sky and burning sun at once) out of her eyes, and read her future on a slip of paper.

Well. Yes, she certainly was in for “astonishing longevity,” that much was long decided. Though finding religious institutions loathsome seemed unlikely to be in her cards, unless she happened to find herself trapped in that thrice-damned-and-twice-again owl's hellish halls.

Unusually for the Hakurei Shrine, the sacred tree was already flowering white with wishes willed to the wardship of the god therein--perhaps some hundred already had tied their fates to the tree. The hundred-and-first tied hers to a higher branch, heretofore left bare.

Then, Byakuren Hijiri found a place in the shade to stand and wait for the northeasterly fog to roll in.

She arrived with the breeze, coming down the stone-paved way fiddling with a little clay komainu. She was picking at a seal on the bottom which concealed her fortune, and thus distracted, she nearly walked straight into Byakuren.

She looked up. It required some craning of the neck. Mighty king of all oni, but it showed nowhere save her long crown: she could fit quite snugly beneath Byakuren's chest, if she had a mind to, and while perhaps some of that was the monk's height…

Well, Suika Ibuki was not as tall as the trees that lined the steps, to say the least.

“It pains me to see you living like this.” Byakuren's expression was mournful and her hands were clasped.

“You just really in love with starting conversations by try'n'a piss people off?” Suika

Suika hated how easily she backslid into the life of a monk. She walked paths of memory as if it was still a thousand years ago, and she was still…

She woke up even before the tiger at her own hour! She found herself liking the food again. Meditation came easily. Even tending the trees and dry gardens wasn’t so hard to do rightly after all. And she was quite proud of the quality of her copied sutras!

One evening she found herself at the edge of the dry garden, staring a thousand years into the past. The sun was setting purple then as it was now. The scent of pine, too. Even in that long gone by spring, no cherry blossom had flowered in the white lotus’ land; such ever-changing things served only to distract good monks, who were to live in a world eternal as dharma, without time or seasons. Sakura were better left to shrine maidens and shintou priests. She remembered sitting and listening to the head monk's lectures, much the same now as they had been then. Though the congregation had been larger then, easier to disappear in.

It hadn't been all that long after she narrowly escaped the fate of her father, beheaded while passed out drunk. She had been raised by monks; returning to those ways had been a comfort. She had been just another believer in the threadbare life - carefully unrecognisable even to other survivors of Ooe drifting by to see what the truth of the rumoured youkai temple was. For that matter, nobody who saw her now ought to be able to recognise her from those days. But sometimes Byakuren looked at her or said something in just such a way…

Well, anyway, the sun had set the same on that temple as it had on Ooe. The moon was cresting the mountains now, and she wondered where the time had gone.

… or when Byakuren had sat down beside her. Her eyes were closed. She was smiling, and her hand was closed over Suika's.

Oh, hell, she had nearly… actually, entirely forgotten!

Well. Maybe a few more minutes like this before leaving for Geidontei, na?

---

… Byakuren remembered nothing of the night past that point (save that she had had a dream, and that in that dream she had been a nun in a monastery on Ooe, a

A pile of white robes, a straw hat, and a walking stick thumped to the floor in front of Suika. Bleary eyes blinked blindly in the candlelight.

Nue's snoring was awfully loud.

“Whuh…”

“We’re going on a pilgrimage,” Byakuren smiled, saintly sweet and already dressed in her pilgrim clothes. She set the candleholder down to tug down those nightclothes.

“... Fuckin-”

“Watch your language in the temple, dear.”

“-where to? It's Gensokyo. This is practically the only Buddhist anything in the whole place… where, by the way, in case you hadn't noticed, there’s nowhere further than a daytrip away.”

“We’ll be traveling to the depths of Old Hell, to meditate and consider karmaphala. I've already asked Shou to handle the temple while I'm gone. And…” she leaned in close, “I thought you might enjoy a night or two at a hot spring inn… was I wrong?”

Suika reached out and lifted Byakuren's chin.

“I think it might be a damn good thing the both of us.”

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hey took the long way around, just for the sake of it. After all, it was not only the destination that defined a pilgrimage, but the effort made in walking it, the sacrifice- it was a votive of blood and sweat and sometimes tears. They trudged across Youkai Mountain (the tengu gave them a wide berth, but many of the mountain hags had been demonslayers themselves in younger days). A hidden tunnel, deep in a mountain glen, wound down and down and down toward the Underground, so long and winding that they camped for the night somewhere down there. They crossed the pontoon bridge, careful to keep their staves raised (traditionally to avoid disturbing the souls of monks still walking their pilgrimages past death, their ghosts hiding from the daylight beneath the bridge… but here, for the sake of the bridge-princess), and passed through the raucous streets of the former capital, surrounded by oni who could not seem to decide if they wanted to fall to their knees before Shuten-Douji or start throwing rotten food at her. They asked the mesne lady at the manor house for passage to the old hells,

>>41409
God forbid having fantasies these days.

Also, are you really kink-shaming on /at of all fucking places?

Oh, this is a fun one. Not to my taste (neither the girl nor the cuck thing), but it's a cute scenario

My futo would NEVER lose to some outsider scum cock

This was nice, thanks for the repost/rewrite. It feels like you touched on her ability to exploit the weaknesses of your soul, and your mind has no shortage of weaknesses in that situation. With that she has an edge over you as to not be completely helpless and can turn things around and lead even when physically dominated.
Anyway, good stuff. Sex fox is sex.

>>41399
You should it's a great book and a classic for a reason. looking forward to what you have to write for the sexy frog.

>>41400
Thanks, that's the area I was looking to improve on it.
And man, not only is the Sex Fox herself sex but she comes from one of the best games of sexhu's!
Tsukasa the Sex Fox herself, Megumu, Sannyo, Momoyo, and Chimata! Also Takane is really popular for how little she's appeared even if she's not a sexhu.
Also Takane is really popular, and the other two are okay.

>"So, have you made any more progress on your Japanese?"
>You tell her you've started translating Bram Stoker's Dracula, which you had on you when you arrived.
Sorry but who in the world learns a language by translating into it and not from it? Or did he have the japanese version for some reason?

If gensoukyo was full of disposable zako clones

Youmu is patrolling in the guarding wearing her green sweater, green and white striped stockings with no pants or skirt except some green panties. high mobility zako~

anyways you come along with a mission to find some secrets and find her, sneaking up you quickly take Youmu's katana with the sheathe still on it and put it over her throat and starts choking her with it.

she gurgles and struggles while you slowly lower her to the ground, then thats when her legs start twitching, then piss starts spraying as her tongue hangs out of her mouth and her eyes roll up. she turns into a twitching pissing heap while you simply cuddle her.

once her movements cease, you roll her face down and strip yourself of your clothes. you then take off her stockings, slightly wet with piss, then take her soaked panties as were you never supplied panties on the mission in case you needed a disguise from a zako. Moving on you take her green sweater, soaked near the bottom from Youmu's piss. the stains will eventually dry and Youmu's clones wont suspect anything as long as you got the right disguise and panties on.

you also take Youmu's hair ribbon and put it on to be sure. then you drag her to a corner and have some fun. fucking her, ragdolling her around, cuddling her, and sniffing her warm body. You finally place her down in the corner, then putting her own unsheathed sword over her neck you violently twisted it to the side, snapping it. Some more piss came out and more death twitches even though she was already dead. She gurgled post mortem for a few seconds before she finally went still. ensuring she was eliminated, you then continued you mission.

“Will this do for a cue?” she asked, cordially.

The Wolf Tengu’s confounded, crimson gaze batted between her top and bottom halves. Had he not grown so damn big, he could have been staring right where he’d soon be planting his puppies…

Tsukasa’s belly fluttered at the thought. Simple sex would’ve taken the edge off; was she really about to allow this brute to spill his seed inside her?

Yes, her pussy and womb were clamouring in tandem. Yes, yes, yes!

Something congealed behind the veneer of bewilderment. It hovered on Yuuzou’s tongue, hopefully. “… You’re a fox,” came the tardy accusation.

“And you are a wolf,” Tsukasa agreed, pleasantly. “Close enough, I say. Wouldn’t you? Sir?”

Taxonomical preoccupation suffused the Wolf Tengu’s expression.

Tsukasa spurred her fingers for one more minute of effort. “Want the truth? No false modesty? Well, then,” she lied. “Imagine, I really have come here to have an itch scratched. Without my, ahem, ilk catching scent of it and tattling to my Master Iizunamaru. I am Her counsel and Hers alone; dallying with others could be… construed,” she said with what could, in the circumstance, be called self-restraint. “You and I, however, are civil servants both. We know these… trifling matters can be kept mum. And, to my very evident frustration, Outrider Yuuzou—” she feigned a moue of annoyance, “—I’ve found no luck thus far with these money-minded monkeys.”

Just like that, he was at her womb again. Just like that, the thick, raw girth of his cock had rubbed all traces of afterglow out of her pussy walls, clearing the figurative decks and girding the less figurative loins for another round of rough copulation. There was no flirting with unspoken ideas or gunning for orgasms now; not three thrusts later, the Wolf had settled into a steady, inexorable rhythm of canine breeding. The rapid-fire clap-clap-clap of Tsukasa’s dainty butt on his denuded waist was as good as a singularly impatient metronome.

And the only way it’d be put off its stroke, let alone stopped, would be the coda of a womb-deep, interspecies creampie.

Tsukasa wilfully ignored the aching of her elbows, head thrown back, shallow breathing clocked to the knock of his cockhead on her cervix. There was no more playing coy; this was nature taking its course, deadening her mind and body to the incoming impregnation. The post-orgasm sensitivity served only to melt the remaining defiance out of her hectically clenching vaginal muscles. Whenever he was out, she craved him back inside; whenever he was in, she wished him deeper in still, rubbing harder on those unfaithful spots that turned a hard-boiled tube fox into a tame female. Her pussy lips polished the swells and slopes of his red, bellied cock like he no doubt polished his curved sabre, the all-natural oil of mixed precum and pussy juice dribbling from her erect clit. A rogue trickle of spillover slithering down her inner thigh startled her rear straighter up.

Clap-clap-clap-clap it gavelled on, against the Wolf’s uncompromising loins. This, slightest, shift in the latitude of insertion introduced the brunt of his breeding thrusts to entirely new areas of Tsukasa’s unsuspecting womanhood. The fox’s fuzzy head snapped upright on its own accord, ears shooting up bolt-straight, even as her mouth warped into an O of near-hyperventilation. She panted like a hound-dog after a gallop. The first slip of already tenuous self-control saw those collapse into strangled yips of helpless glee.

… Scratch that. Nowhere near strangled enough.

The Wolf Tengu laughed – swallowed air – and managed to master his v

She’d been dressed the same when Tsukasa had arrived: a sheer, blue negligee, strained from the volume of a matronly bust, atop colour-coordinated underthings which had left Her wealth of pubic hair peeking out over the groin. The sight of the latter had choked up Outrider Yuuzou, who’d escorted the tube fox even up unto her Master’s bedchambers’ door. The Great Tengu had all but ignored the gawping Wolf, disobliging him with a curt wave as she’d pulled Her wayward familiar into her boudoir. The door had shut on his questions.

There in the privacy of her sky-high apartments, her Master Iizunamaru had inspected Tsukasa from top to bottom, touching concerned fingertips to places that made and didn’t make sense. Her attention had stalled at the freshly scabbed-over teeth-marks on the back of Her tube fox’s neck. A vengeful hand had hovered over to one of the bell-pulls on the nearby wall, their pulleyed ropes criss-crossing the tower like a centralised nervous system.

… Then, the Great Tengu had changed Her mind. She’d collected a comb from Her bedstand and headed for the open balcony. Tsukasa had followed, needing not be bidden.

Though, not before furtively tugging the bell-pull her Master hadn’t.

That had been an aeon ago. Or minutes, though stretched to the point of verisimilitude.

The silence was worse than any rebuke. Tsukasa fidgeted on the stool, impatient. The wind whipped at her ears.

“… Would—” she spoke over it, if only to prove she could, “Would my Master like me to report?”

Iizunamaru’s calm, quiet reply didn’t sound bothered by the ambient noise. It rang clear here in Her queendom. “No need. All has proceeded to plan.”

You know that moment where you realize you kinda regret doing something? I kinda feel that way now, like a mental sage time of sorts. Course I aint no coward so I’ll just update and consider this a done deal after. That said, let’s a gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

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“I’ll show you real power.”

There was an inscrutable silence for a moment, then Reimu felt Seija’s hand on her lower back, and her whole body tensed, her heartbeat quickening more than it should have.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hissed, shutting her eyes tightly to show no weakness.

Seija ignored her. “You still don’t get it, do you?” she said casually, her other hand slipping down, sliding easily between her sore flesh and her black laced panties, and between the cleft of her ass.

Reimu bit her lip, swallowing a pained whine as Seija’s finger reached her raw, dry asshole. She tried to shift her weight away from but the youkai’s arm was in the way…

“I can do anything I want to you, whether I’m nice about it is up to you.”

Well? What are you waiting for, Lee? You better damn well reciprocate. Girl's going the extra mile for you, shoving her tongue in your earhole.

Ｔｈｅ　ｓｏｕｎｄ　ｏｆ　ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ　ｌｅａｖｅｓ．．．

🍃👂　Ｕｈｏ　🍃👂　．．．

“You make such cute sounds,” Shizuha teased. “I should do this more.”

Lee sighed. Despite his embarrassment, he was clearly content to let Shizuha nuzzle into him.

The two of them continued embracing. Though Shizuha had just satisfied Lee, her own desire had not yet been quenched. She could feel her need for his touch still smoldering in her chest and her loins.

She leaned back to look at him with what she hoped was a seductive expression. “Say, Lee… My turn?”

Lee didn’t reply, but he didn’t need to. He slipped away from her side and sidled between her legs while she slid off her long skirt, taking care to not snag the leaf-patterned hem. Shizuha propped herself up on her arms to look at his face. He gave her a small smile, gently raised her left leg by the knee, and went to work.

He trailed kisses across the pale skin of her inner thigh in just the way she had taught him. It was her turn to shiver and tense in pleasure now, with each touch of his lips and tongue causing her to curl her toes and press her legs together with Lee inside. The small spots of moisture left behind from his mouth felt wonderfully cool when his breath brushed them.

Maybe it was because of the attention she had just paid to his ear, but Shizuha felt like Lee was attending to her with extra care. She adored how thorough he was in fulfilling his duties as the priest for her and Minoriko, but the thought that it was nothing more than a duty to him gnawed at the back of her mind even now.

For better or worse, she was nothing like the sort of god Kanako was, and that meant that she could not demand worship in such an imperious manner, as though it was simply something naturally owed her.

Wake up OP

>>41337
Nah. I don't have any obligation here beyond the few images I dumped at the start of the thread.

Anyone and everyone has been free to dump their own.

We cannot cling to the old dreams anymore

>>41136
yeah its slow but alive, most recent translation is yuugi, kaguya, yumemi, nue, suwako and seija i think. that's for eratw. dunno about k but i see the git still being updated

This thread is a time capsule. Cool that it's still up and the eragames are still being worked on to this day.

https://wiki.eragames.rip/index.php/Main_Page

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>>41325

>>41324
Cirno's dress probably wouldn't make for a very good disguise, especially if you take into account the fact that sooner or later she'll come back, and probably spread the news around that some crazy guy assassinated her.
If you're looking to do things quietly, your best bet is to stick to anything that won't get better afterwards, and even then between the influence of certain youkai too powerful for you to pose a threat to, and Reimu's instincts clueing her in to the fact that something is up your days would be very shortly numbered.
My best guess as to an ideal target would probably be anything you're likely to put out of commission with a long sharp stick. A kappa/yamawaro if you can somehow catch it unawares, or maybe Rumia.
Avoid Youkai Mountain and the underground like the plague especially, given both are crawling with powerful and deadly youkai.