Graduation

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Yuki checked the apartment one final time, her fingers trailing over the silk cushions she'd arranged precisely on the couch. Everything was perfect — the lighting dim enough to create shadows but bright enough to ensure he wouldn't miss a single detail of what she wore, the temperature warm enough that the dress clinging to her curves would be all she needed. A small smile played across the nogitsune's lips as her phone went off… a notification that the access key for the building had just been used. He was getting closer. He'd be here soon. She allowed herself a moment of anticipation, her nine tails twining like smoke from censers behind her — fluid shadows alive with primal intent, hungry serpents seeking prey.

Most would think that nearly eight hundred years of existence would teach a girl patience. In most ways, they were right… but Yuki had never been good about being patient for the things she wanted most. It meant that despite everything, she found herself counting the seconds until his arrival. There was something so deliciously entertaining about her pet—his earnest ambition tempered by an instinctive submission he himself barely understood. He was… good. Kind. He made her feel younger again… more innocent. Nothing was complicated yet for her with the young man, and it was refreshing. Yuki inhaled deeply, tasting the jasmine incense in the air.

The sharp knock finally came, precisely on time. Yuki smiled to herself—what a good boy. She hadn’t even needed to teach him to be punctual. She glided to the door, her movements fluid and graceful, the energy of her tails rippling through her body.

She opened the door with practiced elegance, leaning slightly against the frame to display herself to maximum effect. The crimson silk dress had been chosen with careful deliberation—cut so low her breasts threatened to spill out with each breath, the material clinging to every curve of her body as though painted on. The slit up one side revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh with each movement.

When she opened the door, she got exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Shindou stood there, and his eyes widened dramatically. The young medical student stood frozen in the hallway, his gaze immediately dropping to her cleavage before darting back up to her face, a flush spreading across his cheeks as the grin spread on Yuki’s face.

"My, my... someone's punctual," Yuki purred, leaning against the doorframe to let her dress ride higher on her thighs. "That's what I like about you, Rabbit. Always on time for your appointments."

"T-thank you for inviting me to celebrate passing my exams, Mistress Yuki," Shindou stammered, clutching a small gift bag in white-knuckled hands. His nervousness was palpable, radiating from him like heat. "I brought something to thank you."

Yuki smiled, plucking the bag from his hands. She let her fingers brush over his for a lingering moment, then deliberately turned to give him a view of the muscles on her exposed back. "How thoughtful." 

She felt his gaze on her skin like a physical touch, burning with desire. She smiled again. "Come on in, doctor," she teased, her voice honeyed with promise.

Shindou followed her inside like a man entranced, his footsteps hesitant but eager as he stepped through the hazeof jasmine incense. Yuki led him through the spacious living room, hips swaying with deliberate provocation. Each step was calculated to draw his attention to the movement of her ass beneath the thin silk. Her ears twitched slightly, catching the subtle change in his breathing as he watched her. The poor boy was already hard; she could smell his arousal mixing with the apartment's perfumed air.

She paused before the black leather couch positioned before the window, overlooking the Kyoto skyline. Turning, she pressed a single manicured fingertip against his chest, pushing him backward until he collapsed onto the cushions. "You seem tense, Rabbit," she observed, sidling forward, straddling him in a fluid motion. Her dress rode up her thighs as she settled her weight on his lap with her legs on either side of his. "Is it the anticipation of starting your residency... or something else? What kind of tension are you planning to treat first—the professional… or this?" She ground her pelvis downward sharply.

She felt his cock harden instantly beneath her. The thin fabric of his slacks did nothing to disguise his reaction. His breath hitched when she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her hair draped over his face, and she savored the tiny twitch of his nose as a stray strand of her hair tickled him. "So proud of you, becoming a doctor like that," she whispered against his ear rolling her hips subtly against his growing erection. "Always such a good, smart rabbit."

One of her tails slithered down between them, the black fur pressing forward to stroke his cock and balls through his pants. Shindou gasped, his hands hovering uncertainly at his sides. Yuki chuckled. "I haven’t tied you up yet, Rabbit,” the nogitsune purred. “You may touch my waist."

Shindou’s hands trembled as they found her, fingers digging into the silk covering her hips. She kissed him deeply, tasting mint and desperation on his tongue. Her tail continued working him through the fabric, a steady rhythm that had him squirming beneath her. When she finally released his mouth, he was panting.

"M-Mistress," he gasped, "I thought we might—"

"Might what?" she interrupted, giving his cock a particularly firm squeeze with her tail that made his words dissolve into a moan. "Might celebrate your graduation like the horny little Rabbit you are? Fuck right here on the couch like ordinary people?” She laughed, a sound like silver bells with an undercurrent of cruelty. "Oh, my sweet Rabbit. Don't you know by now that I'm anything but ordinary?"

She ran her fingernails—just a hint sharper than human nails should be—down his cheek, watching his pupils dilate in fear and arousal. "So tell me about your exams," she continued conversationally, as though she wasn't torturing him with pleasure. "Did they test you on human anatomy? Were you thinking of me when you answered questions about female pleasure centers?"

"I..." Shindou struggled to form words as her tail squeezed and stroked with maddening precision. "The practical portion was... challenging."

"I'm sure it was," Yuki smirked, grinding her hips down against him. "And how did you manage to concentrate? Did you picture me spread open on the examination table instead of your practice dummy?"  

His flush deepened, confirming her suspicion. "That… would have made it hard to focus, Mistress."

The nogitsune snorted, then kissed him again, biting his lip for a second. “But you did it anyway, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress," Shindou admitted.

"Dirty boy," she chided, rewarding his honesty with a more forceful stroke of her tail. "What would your professors think if they knew their star pupil was fantasizing about his nogitsune mistress being examined instead?"

"They'd fail me," he whispered.

"No. They'd envy you," Yuki corrected, nipping at his lower lip. "Eight centuries of experience at your disposal... techniques no human woman could possibly know." She chuckled. “I bet most of your professors would trade places with you in a second if they knew. Too bad for them… I’m the one who snapped you up.”

She continued her interrogation about his exams as her tails worked him mercilessly, delighting in how his answers became increasingly fragmented. His breathing grew ragged, his replies reduced to gasps and half-formed sentences. The scent of his pre-cum reached her sensitive nose, and she knew he was close. Precisely at that moment, Yuki abruptly stood, leaving him disheveled and confused on the couch. The prominent tent in his pants made her quirk her mouth in a predatory smirk. 

She admired her handiwork — Rabbit's usually immaculate appearance was now a delightful mess. His hair stood up where her fingers had gripped it, his lips swollen from her kisses, and his eyes were glazed with frustrated desire.

"Wh-what—" he began, clearly disoriented by the sudden withdrawal of stimulation.

"Come," she commanded, extending her hand toward him. Her tails fanned out behind her like a peacock's display. "Tonight isn't for the apartment. Tonight is... special."

The look of confused longing on his face as he struggled to his feet sent a thrill of satisfaction through her. This was merely the appetizer; the feast was yet to come.

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The elevator ascended silently, mirrored walls reflecting Rabbit's confused expression and the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Yuki kept one hand possessively on the small of his back, her fingertips occasionally dipping lower to trace the cleft of his ass through his slacks. His reflection flinched each time, but he didn't pull away. Good rabbit. His brow furrowed when she pressed up rather than down, however.

"But I thought—" he started, looking at the illuminated button panel where the icon glowed.

"You thought what? You thought my penthouse was the highest point?" Yuki smirked, feeling a rush of satisfaction at his surprise. The confusion on his face was delicious—he'd been to her apartment several times over the past years, but hadn’t ever realized there was a roof. That was perfect… it meant that this was going to come as a complete surprise to her lovely plaything.

She leaned closer, letting her breasts press against his arm as she whispered, "Oh, Rabbit. After all this time, you think you know all my secrets? I've had centuries to collect them." 

His pulse quickened; she could see it fluttering at his throat. When the doors finally opened, Yuki savored Rabbit's sharp intake of breath. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.

The rooftop garden spread out before them—a hidden paradise suspended above the urban sprawl, each element a stroke of brilliance, meticulously conceived by Yuki herself. She watched Rabbit's awe, taking in the extravagant yet serene world she had crafted. 

The ancient Japanese maples were the centerpiece, their leaves a deep and vibrant crimson under the moonlight, casting long shadows that danced with the breeze. Transplanted with expert precision, they created natural alcoves that invited intimacy and exploration, whispering secrets of the old world amid the modern skyline. Every corner of the garden was an exquisite vignette, stone pathways winding gracefully between carefully tended flower beds that bloomed with a riot of irises, chrysanthemums, and plum blossoms. The air was thick with their perfume, a heady mixture that mingled with the ever-present jasmine, creating a seductive atmosphere that was uniquely hers.

Traditional paper lanterns hung at calculated intervals, their soft amber light illuminating everything with a warm glow. They flickered in rhythm with the city's pulse, giving the impression that the garden was alive and breathing alongside its visitors. Yuki relished the look on Rabbit's face as he absorbed the luxurious details: the infinity pool that mirrored the stars and Kyoto's distant lights, the cedar hot tub nestled discreetly among greenery, and the intimate seating areas that seemed to float above the world. His amazement was palpable, an almost tangible sensation that fed her own satisfaction. It was all so much to take in, especially for someone who had never suspected this sanctuary existed.

"This is incredible," he whispered, stepping out into her domain on hesitant legs.

"Come," she instructed, leading him along the winding path. "See how the city looks from up here."

The night air carried the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant hum of Kyoto below. Merielle really had chosen an exquisite man’s life to save—he had done a fantastic job finding people to cultivate this garden, importing rare plants and creating a sanctuary that blended traditional Japanese aesthetics with subtle details that hinted at a modern touch. At Yuki’s suggestion, Merielle had asked that he plant some foxglove flowers around the garden as well… a personal favorite of Yuki’s.

The nogitsune guided Shindou to the garden's eastern edge where Kyoto sprawled beneath them, a tapestry of lights against the night. The modern cityscape contrasted with the timeless nature of her garden, a physical representation of her own existence—ancient power wrapped in contemporary beauty.

The moon hung full and heavy above, bathing them in silver light that made Yuki's pale skin almost luminescent. She stood behind him, pressing her body against his back, her breasts firm against him as her hands slid around to his front. One hand rested on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat, while the other settled dangerously close to his cock, which had never fully softened since their encounter on her couch.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured, feeling him tremble as her fingers traced lazy circles just above his groin. "I've watched this city grow from the last time it was burned down… I always loved this place. The view changes, but the spirit of it remains the same."

She allowed him a few minutes to absorb the view, her hands never stilling in their teasing exploration. He drew each breath frantically as her fingers occasionally brushed against his erection before retreating, a maddening pattern that kept him perpetually on edge. "This way," she finally directed, guiding him away from the edge and deeper into the garden.

They passed a small waterfall that cascaded into a koi pond, the white noise providing a soothing backdrop. Yuki led him to an area surrounded by bamboo screens, where a low table waited, surrounded by plush cushions. The dining area was strategically positioned for privacy, yet offered glimpses of the cityscape through carefully placed openings in the screens. The cooking station nearby was already prepared, ingredients laid on a stone counter beside a traditional Japanese grill.

"Sit," she ordered, gesturing to a cushion that would give him an ideal view for what came next. "I’m cooking for you tonight. From there, you can watch me prepare your celebration dinner."

Rabbit lowered himself onto the cushion, his movements cautious, as though he expected some trap. Yuki smiled at his wariness. Smart rabbit—he was learning that her gifts almost always came with a catch. Luckily for him, he enjoyed the catches as much as he did the gifts.

Yuki moved to the grill, igniting it with a flick of her wrist that sent blue flame flickering inside in place of a spark. The flames leapt up, briefly casting her silhouette in stark relief against the night. She let the fire settle to a steady glow before reaching for the ingredients. She bent unnecessarily low to retrieve seasonings from a lower shelf, knowing exactly how the silk of her dress stretched across her ass where it was framed by her tails. When she straightened, she made sure to turn so that Rabbit could see how the firelight played across the curves of her breasts, casting shadows in her cleavage.

Every movement was part of her performance—the way she sliced meat with precise, graceful strokes; how she swayed her hips in time with the distant music that floated through hidden speakers; the occasional glance she threw over her shoulder to ensure his gaze remained fixed on her. She was both chef and predator, preparing a meal while simultaneously stoking his hunger for something else entirely.

And he was so distracted watching her that he didn’t catch the real ambush where it came from behind.

"Good evening, Rabbit-san," Merielle's melodic voice floated from the garden path, breaking the hypnotic spell Yuki had been weaving.

Yuki didn't need to turn to know the effect her selkie was having—she heard Rabbit's breath catch in his throat. The subtle rustle of fabric told her that Merielle had worn exactly what she'd instructed.

Merielle approached in a sheer white robe that did nothing to conceal the curves beneath, the fabric so diaphanous it was barely more substantial than mist. Her red hair cascaded down her back like liquid fire, unbound and wild as the sea that was her true home. The moonlight caught on her skin, giving it the ethereal glow that marked her otherworldly nature—a luminescence no human could possess, the hallmark of selkie magic. She was using her glamour well.

"Or is that Doctor Rabbit-san now? Congratulations on completing your exams," Merielle continued, smiling as she approached. Her Japanese really had come a very long way since Yuki had dragged her here, but it still carried the celtic lilt of her heritage. Even after years under Yuki's tutelage, that accent remained, a reminder of the distant shores she had come from. "Our mistress has been quite excited to celebrate your achievement."

Yuki focused on the sizzling meat, hiding her smile as she listened to Merielle's footsteps approach. The selkie moved with fluid grace, each step like a ripple across water. Merielle seated herself on a cushion closer to Rabbit than was strictly necessary, the movement causing her robe to part slightly at the legs.

"Did the exams prove difficult?" Merielle asked, pouring sake into three cups with practiced precision. "Mistress Yuki mentioned you were particularly concerned about the practical portions."

"I—yes, they were challenging," Rabbit managed, his voice strained. Yuki heard the rustle of fabric as he shifted uncomfortably on his cushion. "But worth the effort."

"All that knowledge of human anatomy," Merielle murmured, her voice taking on the teasing quality that Yuki had carefully cultivated in her. "Have you considered specializing?"

"I'm leaning toward cardiology," Rabbit replied, attempting to maintain professional composure despite the circumstances.

Merielle laughed, the sound like waves breaking on the shore. "Really? With your... skilled hands, I would have thought gynecology might be more appropriate. Wouldn't you agree, Mistress?"

Yuki glanced over her shoulder, enjoying the sight of Rabbit's crimson face contrasted with Merielle's knowing smile. The selkie was playing her role flawlessly—casual yet seductive, putting the young man increasingly on edge as she toyed with him.

"Our rabbit does have remarkably dexterous fingers," Yuki agreed, flipping a piece of meat with theatrical flair. "Though I believe his tongue shows even more promise."

Rabbit nearly choked on the sake Merielle had offered him, prompting the selkie to pat his back with mock concern.

"Careful, Doctor," Merielle teased. "We can't have you suffocating before the celebration truly begins."

"Tell me, Rabbit," Yuki called over her shoulder as she arranged the grilled meat on a serving platter. "What if Red over there needed medical attention? Do they teach you about non-human anatomy in medical school? Or will that require... private tutoring?"

"N-no, they don't cover that," Rabbit answered, his eyes darting between Yuki and Merielle as though unsure which of the insanely beautiful women surrounding him needed to be the focus of his attention at the moment as they both toyed with him.

"Such a shame," Merielle sighed, leaning closer to him. "I would love it if you could tell me how I stay so warm even in frigid waters. There must be some interesting circulation going on.” Her hand brushed against his thigh before grabbing his hand and bringing it up to her breasts, where her nipple was still soft beneath the silk. “See?” she whispered, guiding his palm upward until his thumb brushed a pebbled nipple. “Not even hard in the cold. Perhaps Mistress Yuki will allow me to serve as your study model someday.” Rabbit made a cute little choking sound as she continued rubbing his hand over her breast. “Oh!” she said with a sly smile. “Well, I guess they are hard after all. I did mention your talented hands.”

Yuki let the conversation fade into the background while she continued her preparation, amused as Merielle's conversation grew increasingly suggestive. The selkie was executing her instructions perfectly—softening Yuki’s prey with her seemingly innocent questions while steadily putting him more and more off balance. Through it all, the nogitsune remained focused on her cooking, knowing that her apparent disinterest would only intensify Rabbit's anticipation. The slower the build, the hotter the fire.

A sudden gasp from Rabbit drew Yuki’s attention back, the raw vulnerability and shock in that sound making her tails twitch with pleasure. She kept her back to the table, focusing on the final preparations of their meal, but her pointed ears—ear—swiveled backward to catch every sound. Without looking, she knew Merielle had just dropped her robe, revealing herself completely to the young doctor. The soft whimper that escaped Rabbit's throat was worth more than gold to Yuki's ears.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?" Merielle asked, her innocent tone belied by what Yuki knew was happening behind her. The selkie was undoubtedly standing there in her full glory, completely nude under the moonlight. Yuki had trained her well over the years, molding the once-wild creature of the sea into the ideal accomplice for her games.

"N-no," Rabbit stammered. "I just didn't expect—"

"Expectations are so limiting, don't you think?" Merielle interrupted. The sound of skin sliding against polished wood told Yuki that the selkie was now climbing onto the dining table. "Mistress Yuki taught me that. The night is far more interesting when you surrender to surprise."

Yuki finally turned, a platter of sliced meats in her hands, to survey the feast she had orchestrated—and what a feast it was. Merielle lay exposed on the table, her fiery hair spread across the dark wood like blood on obsidian. Her emerald-pierced nipples had hardened in the cool air, the perfect mounds rising and falling with each breath—supernatural heritage evident in how they maintained their shape despite her supine position.

The selkie's skin was smooth and utterly without blemish from how thoroughly she'd bathed—a necessity for tonight's depraved festivities. Every inch of her had been scrubbed until her freckled flesh gleamed like polished marble. Even dry, those scattered freckles caught the lantern light, making Merielle's naked body seem to glow from within, a constellation of stars mapping paths across her flesh that Yuki intended to trace with her tongue. Her long, shapely legs stretched endlessly, meeting at the apex where a neatly trimmed patch of copper curls did little to hide the glistening pink folds beneath. Those legs could wrap around a lover's waist or be spread wide in submission, their toned muscles a reminder of her power in the sea, now surrendered willingly to Yuki's dominion on land. The curve where thigh met ass created shadows that begged to be explored, promising tight heat and wet welcome.

Rabbit sat frozen, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the naked woman arranged before him like a feast. It was not even close to the first time he had seen Merielle naked, but when a selkie wanted to turn up the glamour she could take the breath away from a nun… and Merielle was so naturally beautiful she barely needed to put any effort into getting the reaction she wanted. His cock strained visibly against his slacks, creating a tent that made Yuki's mouth water with anticipation. Yet it was the conflict on his face that truly delighted her—the battle between his composure and raw desire. "The sakura are blooming early this year, don't you think?" Merielle continued conversationally, as though she weren't lying naked before him. She stretched languidly, arching her back just enough to make her full breasts rise invitingly. "I counted seventeen trees in bloom on my morning walk."

"I... haven't really noticed," Rabbit managed, his voice strangled. His hands gripped his knees so tightly his knuckles had gone white.

"You should pay more attention to nature's cycles," Merielle chided gently, turning her head to face him directly. "Mistress says humans rush through life without appreciating the rhythms around them. Maybe she’s right. Maybe that's why your lives seem so short."

Yuki suppressed a smile.

"Have you read any good books lately, Doctor?" Merielle asked, folding her arms behind her head in a pose that pushed her breasts higher and spread her legs slightly wider. The movement was calculated, practiced over countless similar scenarios. "I just finished that historical novel you recommended. The one about the Meiji Restoration?"

"You... finished it?" Rabbit appeared genuinely surprised that literature had been discussed between them before… especially after Yuki had so vehemently disagreed with several of the author’s takes on events she had lived through.

"Absolutely! Reading Japanese is a lot harder than speaking it, but I have to practice. I found the author's perspective on the political changes quite fascinating," Merielle continued, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, her thighs parting just enough to offer Rabbit a glimpse of her glistening pussy. The movement seemed natural, unintentional — another technique she had been taught. The selkie's behavior was a testament to the lessons of the Mists in culture… a trained blend of intellectual engagement and erotic teasing. Merielle could discuss philosophy while spreading her legs, recite poetry while touching herself, all without breaking character. The Mists of Avalon were a grim source of talent, true… but a refined skill was a refined skill. "Though I think he underestimated the influence of foreign powers."

Yuki set the platter down near the grill, admiring her selkie's performance. Merielle continued her literary analysis, gesturing occasionally with her hands to emphasize a point, each movement causing her breasts to sway gently. All while maintaining eye contact with Rabbit, forcing him to either engage with her intellectually or admit he was too distracted by the gorgeous selkie’s body to think straight. The young man was trying valiantly to follow the conversation, nodding and occasionally offering strained comments about the book. His eyes, however, betrayed him — darting constantly to Merielle's nipples, her stomach, the juncture of her thighs, before guiltily returning to her face.

Yuki recognized the glint of mischief in Merielle's eyes. The selkie was enjoying herself, taking pleasure in Rabbit's discomfort. It wasn't merely obedience driving her actions but a genuine delight in the game. That spark of bratty independence was precisely why Yuki loved her so much. As Merielle launched into a detailed critique of the novel's climactic discussion of the Battle of Hakodate, Yuki caught her eye and gave an almost imperceptible nod of approval. The selkie's tiny smirk in response was for Yuki alone—a silent acknowledgment of their shared power over the flustered doctor between them.

Yuki turned from the grill, carrying a tray of delicious seared meat, the aroma rich and enticing. Her movements were measured and elegant, betraying nothing of the predatory hunger that surged through her immortal body. The sight before her was exactly as she'd orchestrated — Merielle spread across the table like a living canvas, her pale skin luminous against the dark wood, Rabbit sitting rigidly beside her, his face flushed with desire and confusion. Such a perfect tableau of power and submission.

The nogitsune circled the sitting area, trailing one finger along Merielle's side as she passed, a subtle gesture of ownership that made the selkie shiver mid-sentence. Such a responsive pet. Even after several years together, Merielle's body reacted to her touch with no less eagerness. "Your graduation dinner, darling," Yuki announced, approaching the table with predatory grace. Her nine tails swayed behind her, swishing in the night air like living shadows.

Yuki set the tray down beside Merielle's hip and surveyed her canvas. The selkie's breathing was controlled and shallow, her training evident in how still she remained. Unlike humans, who would fidget and squirm, Merielle could maintain position for hours — a skill born from extreme tutelage and refined by her time with Yuki ever since. "She is such a lovely platter, is she not?" Yuki murmured, trailing one sharp nail down Merielle's sternum, leaving a thin white line that quickly flushed pink. The selkie's only response was a slight quickening of breath, her discipline impeccable.

With artistic precision, Yuki began arranging strips of meat across Merielle's body. She placed each piece thoughtfully, creating a pattern that emphasized the selkie's natural curves. Thin slices of beef draped across the full mounds of Merielle's breasts, the meat's ruddy color a stark contrast against her pale skin. More pieces formed a delicate line down the dip of her stomach, nestled in the hollow of her navel, and along the creamy expanse of her inner thighs. The heat of the freshly grilled meat caused Merielle's skin to flush pink beneath each piece. A light sheen of sweat appeared on her brow from the discomfort, but she remained motionless, her training evident in every controlled breath. Only the subtle tightening of her jaw betrayed the effort it took to maintain her composure. Yuki deliberately saved one particularly succulent piece for last, placing it directly atop Merielle's hardened nipple. The selkie's subtle shiver of pleasure didn't escape Yuki's notice—the mingling of pain and pleasure that the heat produced was exactly what her pet craved, though she'd never admit it aloud.

"No hands," the nogitsune instructed the young doctor, her voice low and commanding. She moved to the opposite side of the table from Rabbit, so that Merielle was directly between them. "Use your mouth only.” Slowly, Yuki demonstrated by leaning down and delicately lifting a piece of meat from Merielle's collarbone with her teeth, her lips brushing against the selkie's skin. Merielle's sharp intake of breath sent a thrill of satisfaction and excitement through Yuki's body… who didn’t live for the reaction? Yuki chewed slowly, savoring the succulent bite of food while maintaining eye contact with Rabbit. She swallowed deliberately before speaking again. “Like that.” Then she gestured to the living platter before him. "Your turn. Consider it practice for your bedside manner, Doctor."

Rabbit hesitated only briefly before leaning forward. His first attempt was timid, barely grazing Merielle's skin as he plucked a slice from her stomach with his teeth. Yuki clicked her tongue in disapproval.

"No, no," she scolded, one of her long tails snaking behind him and slapping him gently on the back of the head. "You're being too cautious. Your patient won't feel properly attended to that way." Her tail pressed into the back of his shoulders, forcing him closer to Merielle's body. "Try again. Make contact. Feel her heat beneath your meal."

His second attempt was better — he lowered his mouth to Merielle's ribs, lips pressing against her skin as he took the meat between his teeth. The selkie's breathing quickened almost imperceptibly, a reaction that Yuki noted with satisfaction. "Good boy," she praised, stepping back to observe. "Now continue. And mind the temperature — some pieces may still be quite hot. The slut likes them that way."

“Hardly fair, Mistress,” Merielle complained.

Yuki smiled, reached forward, and grabbed onto one of Merielle’s ears, yanking on it and twisting. “Tables don’t talk, silly.”

As they ate, Yuki maintained conversation about Rabbit's medical program and future plans, as though they weren't dining off a naked woman. She inquired about his residency preferences, the specialties he was considering, the senior doctors he hoped to work under — all while watching him struggle to respond coherently as his mouth made increasingly intimate contact with Merielle's body.

"And your residency begins next month?" she asked casually, selecting another piece of meat from between Merielle's breasts. The selkie's nipples had hardened to tight peaks, whether from the cool air or arousal was irrelevant—the effect was aesthetically pleasing either way.

"T-two months," Rabbit managed, his voice strained as he lifted his head from Merielle's inner thigh. A thin strand of saliva stretched between his lips and her skin before breaking. "At Kyoto University Hospital."

"How prestigious," Yuki purred, slipping off one of her heels beneath the table. Her foot, bare beneath the dress, found Rabbit's leg and began a slow ascent. "You must be very... hard working," she said as her toes reached his groin, pressing against the prominent bulge there. His entire body stiffened, but to his credit, he didn't jerk away.

"Will you be focusing on surgical procedures?" Yuki continued, working her foot against his erection with practiced skill. "Your hands have always struck me as particularly... dexterous."

"I'm hoping for surgical rotation, yes," he replied, voice cracking slightly as her toes found the head of his cock through his pants and applied precise pressure. "Though internal medicine is also—"

"Oh, I meant to ask… what kind of surgery are you most interested in?" Merielle suddenly interrupted, breaking her role as silent platter. Her voice was deliberately casual, but Yuki caught the mischievous glint in her eye. The selkie knew exactly what she was doing — testing boundaries, seeking attention.

Yuki rolled her eyes again. "The dining set is being noisy again," she said coolly. Then she grabbed the piercing from Merielle’s exposed nipple, and twisted it as hard as she could for a second… hard enough to make the selkie yelp. Merielle’s back arched involuntarily, a gasp escaping her lips before she could suppress it. "Unless you'd prefer I gag that pretty mouth if you’re going to be a problem?"

"No, Mistress," Merielle whispered, immediately returning to her position. The flash of satisfaction in her eyes, however, told Yuki that the minor rebellion had been deliberate — her selkie enjoyed these small provocations, knowing they would earn her either punishment or additional attention.

"Forgive the interruption, dear," Yuki said to Rabbit, increasing the pressure of her foot against his cock. His breathing was unsteady and excited, and she could feel it in the pulse of his dick while his face flushed with arousal. "Our table occasionally forgets its place. Now, where were we? Ah yes, your surgical aspirations."

She pressed her foot more firmly against his erection while selecting another piece of meat from Merielle's thigh, deliberately close to the juncture of her legs. The scent of the selkie's arousal mingled with the savory aroma of the food — an intoxicating combination that Yuki knew would be tormenting Rabbit's senses.

"You mentioned cardiology?" Yuki asked, watching him struggle to maintain his composure as her foot worked him through his pants. "I understand the heart can be quite... sensitive to pressure." To demonstrate her point, she applied a particularly forceful stroke with her toes that made him swallow a moan. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow, both from the effort of controlling his reactions and from the heat of the food he continued to take from Merielle's body.

"Cardiovascular systems are fascinating," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper as he fought for control. "The way pressure affects blood flow is particularly... interesting."

"Oh yes, I think you are very interested in bloodflow," Yuki smiled, pleased with his attempt to maintain their façade of normal conversation despite the circumstances. She rewarded him by easing the pressure slightly, giving him a moment's reprieve. "Though I've always found the nervous system more compelling. The way the right stimulus can produce such varied responses." To illustrate her point, she lowered her mouth to Merielle's breast and took the piece of meat she'd saved for last — the one covering the selkie's other nipple. Her teeth grazed the sensitive peak as she removed the food, causing Merielle to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"Don't you agree, Doctor?" Yuki asked Rabbit, her lips glistening with the juices from the meat. "That understanding how to apply the right pressure at the right moment is essential to good medicine?"

He nodded, no longer trusting his voice as her foot resumed its torment of his cock, which was now visibly leaking through his pants. The wet spot spreading across the expensive fabric delighted Yuki — physical evidence of her control over his body.

Merielle's body glistened with a mixture of his spit and the juices from the meat, her nipples hard peaks despite the warm night air. Yuki watched Rabbit chew his piece of meat, smiling, considering… yes. This had been going long enough: it was time to escalate. This meal was, in truth, the appetizer, and it had served its purpose; Rabbit's control was fraying visibly, his breathing ragged, his pupils dilated with need. The scent of arousal permeated the rooftop garden, more intoxicating to Yuki than any wine or spirit had ever managed to be.

She reached across the table and gripped Rabbit's hair tightly, her fingers tangling in the soft strands with practiced precision. With a swift, controlled movement, she pulled him forward until his face hovered directly above Merielle's pussy, where Yuki had strategically placed a succulent strip of steak.

"This piece looks particularly delicious," Yuki observed, her voice honey-sweet with malice. "Don't you agree?"

Rabbit's pupils were blown wide with arousal as he stared at the meat, just centimeters from Merielle's glistening folds. From her position, Yuki could see how wet the selkie had become, her pussy lips swollen and flushed beneath the morsel of food. The combined scent of the seasoned meat and Merielle's arousal created an intoxicating perfume that even Rabbit's human nose could detect — his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, almost unconsciously.

"Take off your pants," Yuki commanded, releasing his hair. Her tone left no room for hesitation or refusal.

Rabbit squirmed in her grip for just a second… then Yuki was watching with predatory satisfaction as he fumbled with his belt, hands trembling with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. The years she had spent training him were evident in how quickly he obeyed, despite his obvious embarrassment at being exposed on her rooftop garden. When he had pushed his slacks and underwear down to his knees, his cock sprang free — hard and leaking, the tip glistening with the evidence of his excitement.

Yuki smiled… then she sent two of her tails snaking beneath the table. The first of them wrapped around his exposed shaft, and Rabbit gasped at the contact, the silky fur of her tail against his sensitive skin sending a visible shudder through his body. He started squirming even more when the second tail brushed against his balls, the very tip of it teasing across his dangling sack. "For each lick," Yuki explained, pausing for a second to swallow a bite of meat she'd taken from Merielle's stomach right in front of Rabbit’s staring eyes. "For each lick you give her, I give this needy thing one single stroke." She tightened her tail's grip on his cock slightly, just enough to make him whimper. "The thoroughness of your attention to cleaning our platter here determines the quality of your reward."

To demonstrate, she nodded toward the piece near Merielle's pussy. Rabbit lowered his head and carefully took it with his lips the way he had been, his approach meticulous but timid—the way he avoided making direct contact with the selkie's flesh was almost comical. As the morsel disappeared into his mouth, Yuki tutted in disapproval.

"No, no," she scolded, her tail tightening around his shaft in warning rather than reward. "You misunderstand the assignment, Rabbit. I said for each lick, not each piece taken." Yuki leaned closer over Merielle, her breath hot against his ear. "You must clean the plate properly. Every... drop." She emphasized her point by squeezing his cock firmly, watching his eyes widen in understanding and desire. This was the beauty of training a loyal pet — creating clear associations between pleasure and obedience, between service and reward.

On her instruction, Rabbit's tongue extended, hesitantly at first, as he lapped at the juices the meat had left on Merielle's inner thigh. Yuki rewarded him with a slow, firm stroke of her tail, watching him shudder with pleasure at the sensation. The fur of her tail was unlike anything a human woman could provide — supernaturally soft yet firm in its grip. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now closer to the center. I wouldn’t want you to miss a drop."

Rabbit's next lick traced the crease where Merielle's thigh met her pussy, still avoiding direct contact with her most sensitive area. Yuki granted him another stroke, slightly faster this time. The selkie's breathing had become shallow and quick, her hands clenched at her sides as she maintained her position despite the growing pleasure. "Finish your meal," Yuki commanded. "And clean the table."

Rabbit moaned, his hips involuntarily bucking as Yuki's tail flicked across his leaking tip. She controlled the pace mercilessly — quick strokes when he thoroughly cleaned a spot with his tongue, agonizing pauses when he tried to rush or when his attention wandered from the task.

After several minutes of this teasing approach, Yuki grew impatient with his continued avoidance of Merielle's center. "Stop being so timid," she chided. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pushed his face directly against the selkie's pussy. "You're a doctor now. You’ll see people more exposed than this. How are you going to keep a straight face with them, Doctor?"

His embarrassed flush told her that this was very, very different to him. Of course it was, but his blush delighted her anyway. "Lick her properly," Yuki demanded, her tone somewhere between teacher and tyrant. Rabbit didn’t need instructions, though… he needed encouragement. Sometimes, Yuki wondered if he wanted to make her command him to do things he was already familiar with. "Long strokes from bottom to top… and pay special attention to the clit. Consider it a clinical examination if that helps your professional sensibilities, doc."

He obeyed, really giving Merielle’s pussy a good, long lick that drew a sharp intake of breath from the selkie. Yuki rewarded him with a firm, slow stroke of his cock that made him groan against Merielle's flesh, the vibration causing the selkie to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud. "That's it," Yuki encouraged. She continued stroking him and Rabbit kept licking, his tongue growing bolder as he explored Merielle's folds. Both he and Red were fighting to maintain their composure now, Yuki’s demands warring with what her body wanted. Each time Merielle's hips threatened to rise from the table, seeking more pressure from Rabbit's mouth, Yuki would place a restraining hand on her stomach — a silent reminder of her role as object, not participant.

Yuki controlled the pace mercilessly. Every few licks, she moved him to another of the few remaining pieces of meat before making him lick it clean, then return to the selkie’s cunt. When Rabbit found a rhythm that had Merielle's thighs beginning to tremble, she would use her tail to distract him — a sudden tight squeeze of his cock, a teasing tickle of his balls, anything to break his concentration and deny the selkie the building pleasure. This was Yuki's art, the delicate balance of giving and withholding, the careful orchestration of desire without satisfaction.

When he finally consumed the last piece of meat from Merielle's body and his tongue had cleaned every trace of food from her skin, Yuki increased the speed of her tail, bringing him to the very edge of orgasm. She pushed his face firmly against the selkie’s pussy, his technique now abandoned as he licked and sucked with desperate hunger, driven as much by his own mounting pleasure as by Yuki's commands. Just as his breathing hitched and his thighs tensed, though, Yuki stopped abruptly… her tail still, gripping him only tightly as her fur caressed his throbbing hardness.

Rabbit's desperate whimper sent a thrill through her body, the sound muffled against Merielle's flesh. Nothing was more beautiful to Yuki than the moment of denial, that perfect suspension between desperate need and unfulfilled desire. It was a power more intoxicating than any other she had experienced in her centuries of existence.

“And that,” Yuki announced, her voice carrying the casual authority of someone who had witnessed empires rise and fall, “is the end of that. I think it’s time we shared a drink, don’t you?” Yuki released Rabbit's head and reached for the bottle in the ice bath. "A proper celebration requires champagne," she said with a smile. She peeled away the foil and unwound the wire cage with unhurried elegance. The cork released with a satisfying pop that echoed across the rooftop, making Rabbit flinch adorably while Merielle's stomach muscles tightened in anticipation.

The bubbling liquid caught the moonlight as Yuki tilted the bottle, creating a golden stream across Merielle's navel. The selkie's breath hitched at the cold sensation, but her training held firm—her body remained motionless except for reflexive muscle tightening. The champagne pooled in her navel before overflowing, creating unpredictable rivulets down her ribs and the valley between her hip bones toward the patch of red curls between her legs. "Drink," Yuki commanded Rabbit, shoving his face toward Merielle's glistening skin. His pants were still around his knees, his cock painfully erect and untouched since Yuki had withdrawn her tail's stimulation. "We’re celebrating… Don't you waste a drop of something so expensive."

Rabbit's tongue darted out eagerly, lapping at the champagne that trickled down the valleys of Merielle's body. His initial hesitation had evaporated, replaced by a desperate desire to please. Each lick was thorough, his tongue tracing the path of every rivulet with absolute focus and dedication. Yuki watched for a moment, admiring the Rabbit’s enthusiasm before joining him. Her own tongue traced the selkie's ribs, catching streams of champagne that threatened to escape to the table below. The bubbles fizzed pleasantly against her sensitive taste buds, the expensive vintage carrying notes of apple and honey that mingled with the salt of Merielle's skin.

Occasionally, their tongues would meet as they followed the same trail of champagne, and Yuki would deliberately capture Rabbit's mouth, kissing him deeply over Merielle's stomach. The taste of champagne mixed with the flavors of their mingled saliva and the salt of the selkie's skin created an intoxicating combination that sent heat pooling between Yuki's legs as well… though she hid it better than Rabbit’s obvious lust. Her tail slowly began stroking his cock again. This time, she made her touch unpredictable — a quick jerk followed by maddening stillness, a gentle caress of his balls that evolved into a firm squeeze. She didn’t want to give him anything to prepare for and hang onto. Each time his tongue traced up Merielle's inner thigh to catch the rivulets of champagne, though, Yuki did make sure to reward him with a few quick jerks of his shaft, feeling it pulse and throb in her grasp. The connection between his service and his pleasure was being firmly established in his mind—a conditioning that had taken months but was now bearing delicious fruit.

"Good boy," she whispered against his ear when he was particularly thorough in cleaning champagne from the crease of Merielle's hip. His tongue had dipped dangerously close to the selkie's pussy, which still glistened with arousal from his earlier attention. "So attentive to detail. Your patients will appreciate such thoroughness."

Yuki reached for the bottle again, this time letting the golden liquid spill across Merielle's breasts. The champagne cascaded over the pale mounds, streams converging at her nipples before dripping down her sides. The selkie's nipples hardened immediately as the cool liquid flowed over them, her back arching slightly despite her training to remain still. "Aww, look, she’s cold," Yuki observed, guiding Rabbit's mouth to one peaked nipple. "Warm her up."

He obeyed without hesitation, closing his lips around the hardened bud and sucking the champagne from it. Merielle's sharp intake of breath was the only sound she permitted herself, though Yuki could feel the selkie's desire to moan, to beg for more. That restraint, that control even in the face of intense pleasure, was one of many, many, many reasons why Merielle was a treasure Yuki never wanted to do without. To show her that, the nogitsune claimed the other breast for herself, her tongue swirling around the nipple before drawing it between her lips. The selkie's skin tasted of expensive champagne and that unique flavor that belonged only to Merielle — a hint of salt, a taste of the sea that never quite left her no matter how long she remained on land.

When the last drop of champagne had been consumed, Yuki stood and reached into a lacquered box positioned discreetly beside the table. From it, she extracted a sleek black vibrating plug, its surface gleaming in the lantern light. The toy was substantial without being intimidating, curved to apply pressure to the prostate once inserted. The sight of it made Rabbit's eyes widen with recognition and anticipation. This wasn't the first time Yuki had introduced such toys to their encounters, but context mattered — the semi-public nature of the rooftop, the presence of Merielle, the celebratory occasion. All these elements combined to make the familiar object seem newly thrilling.

"Stand up, and bend over," she ordered, her voice brooking no argument. "Hands on the edge of the table."

Rabbit complied immediately, rising on shaky legs and bending at the waist, his hands braced against the edge of the table near Merielle's hip. The position left him vulnerable and exposed under the moonlight, his cock hanging heavy and desperate between his legs, his ass presented to Yuki's appraising gaze.

The view of Kyoto spread out below added another dimension to his exposure — though logically he knew they were too far from the edge to be seen from any of the distant buildings, the feeling of being displayed against the night sky heightened his vulnerability. Yuki could see the effect in the way his cock twitched and leaked, responding to the psychological exposure as much as to physical stimulation.

Yuki held the plug in front of Merielle's face. "Get this ready for me," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Merielle took the toy between her lips without a moment's pause, her eyes locking with Rabbit's as she began to suck it enthusiastically. Her tongue swirled around the base, coating it thoroughly with saliva, putting on a show that had Rabbit shifting restlessly in his bent-over position. The selkie hollowed her cheeks as she worked the plug deeper into her mouth, treating the inanimate object with the same attention she would give to her mistress’s cunt in an instant if given an opportunity.

When the plug was sufficiently wet and glistening with Merielle's saliva in the gentle glow of the rooftop lanterns, Yuki moved behind Rabbit with the deliberate grace of a predator. The night air caressed their bare skin as she positioned herself, the distant shimmer of Kyoto's lights creating a tapestry of illumination that seemed to pulse in rhythm with their accelerating heartbeats. She held the slick toy between her fingers, admiring how the moisture caught the moonlight, transforming the simple object into something almost ceremonial.

Rabbit's back tensed in anticipation, the muscles beneath his skin rippling like water disturbed by a gentle breeze. His breath came in shallow pulls, each inhalation lifting his ribcage in a mesmerizing display of vulnerability that made Yuki's pupils dilate with primal satisfaction. Merielle watched from her position on the table, her own breathing synchronized with Rabbit's, as though their bodies were connected by invisible threads of shared anticipation. The selkie's eyes reflected the lantern light, turning them into pools of liquid amber that missed nothing.

Yuki placed her free hand on the small of his back, her touch both possessive and reassuring, feeling the heat radiating from his skin — a testament to the fire building within him. "Breathe," she whispered, her voice carrying on the night air like silk. It wasn’t a suggestion, though… it was a command. Then, without another whisper of warning, she pressed the toy against his entrance.

The initial contact made Rabbit's entire body shiver, a tremor that traveled from the point of contact outward like ripples in still water. She applied pressure with exquisite control, feeling the resistance of his body as an extension of her own awareness. The moment hung suspended between them, stretched taut like a bowstring. Then, with deliberate intent, Yuki increased the pressure, feeling the precise instant when his body began to yield. The surrender wasn't just physical — she could sense the psychological submission in the way his shoulders lowered fractionally, in the almost imperceptible tilt of his head, exposing the vulnerable nape of his neck to the cool night air. Then the resistance vanished all at once, and Rabbit gasped as it slid home to the thinner stem, locking in deep inside of him. The newly minted doctor was panting, and if he wasn’t gripping the table his hand would have been shaking like he was living through his own personal earthquake.

"This stays in while we enjoy dessert," Yuki declared as she clicked the remote in her palm, setting the toy to buzzing mildly. The sudden intensity made Rabbit's entire body tremble, his knees nearly buckling as the powerful vibrations stimulated his insides directly. Yuki leaned close, her breasts pressing against his back as she whispered into his ear, "And I promise you… if you cum a single second before I give you permission, I'll make you lick it off the floor like the pet you are. Then I'll have you wear a cage for a month. Understood, doctor?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," Rabbit managed, his voice cracking as he struggled to maintain his composure against the relentless stimulation.

"Excellent," Yuki purred, running one hand down his spine. "Now stand up straight and try to look dignified. You want to be a surgeon, after all. A doctor like you needs to maintain composure even under... pressure."

Like a puppet with strings pulled by an expert handler, Rabbit obeyed immediately, straightening up on trembling legs. His face was a mask of concentration and barely contained pleasure. The vibrating plug shifted with his movement, pressing against different angles of his sensitive interior, making his cock jerk and leak. Yuki's smile was predatory as she observed the war within him — his natural obedience and professional composure both urging decorum while his body screamed for release. That was just how she wanted him for what came next — his mind divided between control and surrender, a body hovering at the precipice of pleasure without the ability to fall. Yuki had spent centuries perfecting the art of keeping her pets in this exquisite limbo, and Rabbit was proving to be one of her most responsive subjects to play with.

"Now..." Yuki said, her eyes gleaming with predatory anticipation as she surveyed him. "I think it's time we get some dessert. Strip for me. Everything off." Yuki watched with predatory satisfaction as Rabbit fumbled with his remaining clothes, his usual dexterity compromised by the persistent vibrations inside him. His shirt caught on his wrists, his tie tangled around his fingers — the new doctor’s composure thoroughly undone.

When he stood naked before her, his cock jutting proudly from his body, Yuki savored her handiwork. His skin flushed and glistening with sweat, thighs trembling with the effort to remain standing—the transformation from polished medical student to creature of need was total. Yuki turned to Merielle, whose heavy-lidded eyes reflected a mix of amusement and arousal, her body still bearing traces of champagne despite their thorough attentions. "Thank you for your assistance, Red," she said, leaning down to kiss the selkie deeply. Merielle's response was eager, her tongue dancing with Yuki's in well-practiced harmony. Among all lovers she’d ever taken, Yuki didn’t think she’d ever found another who could match the selkie's natural sensuality. She pulled back slightly, keeping their lips close enough that her words brushed against Merielle's mouth. "Clean yourself up. I’ll call you to join us shortly. I want you to watch what happens next."

Merielle's eyes twinkled with fae light at the command. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

As the selkie rose and walked away with her silk robe folded over one arm, Yuki turned her attention back to her remaining prey. Rabbit's eyes followed Merielle's departure, his gaze lingering on the selkie's retreating form until Yuki snapped her fingers, reclaiming his attention. "Eyes on me, Rabbit," she ordered, reaching for the hem of her crimson dress. With deliberate slowness, she pulled it over her head. Her body emerged like an erotic revelation – an athletic masterpiece sculpted by centuries of perfection, revealing that she wore absolutely nothing beneath the fabric. Each defined muscle on her abdomen rippled subtly beneath flawless alabaster skin, creating valleys and ridges that begged to be traced with a desperate tongue. Her breasts stood proud and defiant against gravity – full, luscious globes capped with dusky nipples that had hardened to tight peaks in the cool night air. Between her powerful thighs, a delicate patch of midnight fur formed a perfect arrow pointing to her glistening cunt – a divine gateway promising both salvation and damnation to any soul she let reach it.

The night air caressed her naked flesh as her nine magnificent tails fanned out behind her in their full glory, each one a silken banner of power swirling hypnotically through the shadows. Her long hair danced with them, creating a mesmerizing halo that framed her flawless form. Yuki knew she was beautiful – She had been in the presence of too many people awed by her to think otherwise. That might have stopped mattering to her much centuries ago, but it still mattered to them. Her skin radiated an otherworldly perfection no human could maintain beyond fleeting youth, kitsune healing ensuring it remained unmarred by any blemish. Not a single stretch mark, scar, or sign of the centuries she'd walked this earth marred her divine form. Her waist curved inward dramatically before flaring to hips designed for gripping, for worship, for submission. The pointed fox ears atop her head twitched slightly as her dress brushed past them on the way over her head.

Rabbit's breath caught audibly at the sight, his cock visibly straining against his pants as his eyes devoured her – from the elegant column of her neck to the tight buds of her nipples, down the flat plane of her stomach to the slick, waiting heat between her thighs. His pupils dilated with naked hunger, mouth slightly parted as if already tasting her on his tongue. He wanted her with an earnest, and intense, simplicity.

And Yuki fucking loved it.

His lust and need for her was palpable, his desire a tangible force she could almost taste. It had been centuries since she had collected pets to worship her in truth, but the raw adoration in his eyes as he gazed upon her – like a starving man before a feast he wasn't worthy to touch – confirmed what she'd always known. She wasn't just beautiful. She was divine. Practically a goddess made flesh, her body the temple at which mortals begged to prostrate themselves.

"Come," she instructed Rabbit, taking his hand and leading him across the garden to where a cedar hot tub sat surrounded by Japanese maples. Steam rose from the water's surface, dissipating into the night air, creating an otherworldly mist that clung to the surrounding vegetation. The tub was positioned at the very edge of the rooftop, offering an unobstructed view of Kyoto spread out below them.

"It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?" Yuki asked, gesturing toward the city lights. "I always loved this city.” She positioned Rabbit with his back against the hot tub's edge, the city of Kyoto spread out far below them. From this height, the city lights created a breathtaking backdrop. Rabbit swallowed nervously, his gaze darting between Kyoto below and Yuki's hungry eyes. She savored his discomfort at being so exposed, that psychological vulnerability precisely what she had intended.

"But it’s not the only beautiful view,” she whispered as she dropped to her knees before him, shoving it against the railing firmly. Without waiting for a response, her mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, taking him deep in one fluid motion. Simultaneously, her tails flowed forward, wrapping around his ankles and legs, slithering up his form. One of them found the base of the vibrating plug and pushed on it, wiggling it deeper and increasing the pressure on his prostate. Rabbit's entire body went rigid, a strangled cry escaping his lips as the dual sensations assaulted him. His hands shot up to his mouth, covering it to stifle the gasp. Yuki noticed the way his nails cut into his own palms as he fought to control himself from this way his cock pulsed in her mouth.

Yuki rewarded his restraint by taking him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length while her nails dug crescents into the flesh of his ass. She held that position for several long seconds, licking across his cock and letting her teeth graze it. Then she pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with an obscene pop. "You know,” she said, raising one finger to point. “I think someone might be watching from that building below." She pointed to a lit window in a nearby skyscraper while her hand continued to stroke him in the absence of her mouth. "Do you see it? That office with the lights still on? I wonder what they think they're seeing up here."

Rabbit whimpered, his eyes darting to the indicated window, a mixture of mortification and arousal crossing his features. The possibility of being observed — even from a distance that would render them as mere silhouettes — clearly heightened his arousal. His cock pulsed in her grasp, a fresh bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

"Wave to them," Yuki commanded, suddenly deep-throating him again while twisting his balls with just enough pressure to threaten pain without delivering any. The combination of pleasure, fear, and exposure had him trembling on the precipice of orgasm, his control fraying visibly.

When she released his cock again, Rabbit obediently raised a trembling hand to wave at the distant building, his face flushed with embarrassment and desire. Yuki hadn’t actually seen anyone in the distant window, but he didn’t have to know that. The complete surrender to her will, the acceptance of humiliation for her pleasure, sent a surge of satisfaction through Yuki's immortal body. She pulled off him for just a moment to whisper. "Yes… good Rabbit. Let them see what a desperate little slut you are," she purred, her hand working his shaft with merciless efficiency. "About to cum while strangers watch. Does that excite you, Doctor? Knowing someone might be witnessing your moment of weakness? Your surrender?"

Her words were calculated to push him over the edge, and they achieved their purpose. Rabbit's breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking involuntarily as Yuki brought him to the edge. With centuries of experience, she knew exactly when to increase pressure, when to slow her strokes, when to twist her wrist just so to maximize sensation. He was resisting so hard, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. Now, the only question was… did she want to punish him, or not?

Yuki purred around his throbbing length, her mouth an exquisite torment that drove him to the brink of madness. She knew exactly how to keep him desperate and obedient, his pleasure a tantalizing promise on the very, very, very edge of his reach. With torturous slowness, she drew back to the head of his cock, her lips just barely leaving it as she teasingly whispered, "You can cum for me, lover." Her voice was a velvet caress, the one command he'd been craving. Her hot tongue flicked over the sensitive underside with skilled precision, and that was all it took. Rabbit erupted with a strangled cry, his entire body convulsing as his release surged forth. Each pulse of cum felt like it was wrenched from the deepest part of him, his surrender complete.

Yuki caught everything in her mouth, the warm saltiness spreading across her tongue. She didn’t mind the taste but it was secondary to the power she felt — the control over his most vulnerable moment, the utter ownership of his pleasure. She held his gaze as she consumed him, her eyes reflecting her delight in his collapse. When his knees threatened to buckle, she allowed his back to slide down the rail, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. “Such a good Rabbit,” she cooed, rising up to straddle his lap and kiss him deeply, sharing his essence with him.

Her tongue pushed it into his mouth in a final act of dominance. Rabbit moaned against her lips, accepting his own taste without hesitation. Yuki relished how thoroughly she had trained him… she had no idea if acts like this would have interested him before they met, but they certainly fueled his arousal now. Her hot cunt glistened inches from his leg, and his skin prickled with the awareness that she had probably never once allowed him to cum before her before. That, too, was intentional. This was his celebration… his gift. This time her satisfaction came from not what she could take from him, but what she could give to him. Even so, in the helplessness of release, he never doubted who owned him. There was no mistaking what he was, and the more aware of it he became, the more he craved it. Another demonstration of her control that extended beyond the physical into the realm of desire itself.

"That's what good rabbits get," she murmured against his lips after swallowing what remained, her hand reaching down to grasp his softening cock. Despite his recent release, he twitched in her grip, his body responsive even in its temporarily sated state. "Now it's time to show me how grateful that mouth of yours can be."

With graceful movements she guided him a few steps forward, pulling him down the steps into the hot tub. The heat of the water engulfing them both as they descended the built-in steps. Steam rose around them, creating a veil that separated their private world from the city below. The contrast between the hot water and the cool night air created a delicious interplay of sensations on Yuki's skin. Below them, Kyoto mirrored the stars above — a backdrop worthy of this grand celebration.

She positioned herself on the underwater bench, her back against the tub's edge, and spread her legs beneath the swirling water. Rabbit's eyes followed her movements with a mixture of some satisfaction, some concern, and a lot of renewed hunger — the mark of a well-trained plaything. Even in his moment of completion, he understood that the night was far from over, that his pleasure was merely prelude to hers. As she watched his eyes darken with renewed desire, Yuki smiled with predatory satisfaction. Centuries of existence and practice had taught her the rhythm of dominance — when to push, when to relent, when to reward, when to punish. Rabbit was proving to be one of her most responsive students, his body and mind increasingly attuned to her desires.

"I want to feel that eager tongue while you're running out of air," Yuki whispered, sliding onto the hot tub's underwater bench. The water swirled around her waist as she spread her legs, revealing her bare pussy beneath the bubbling surface. After hours of orchestrating others' pleasure, the ache between her thighs had become impossible to ignore. Experience had taught her that nothing compared to being serviced by a desperate lover fighting for breath — their urgent movements transferring directly to her most sensitive areas."

"Get down there, Doctor boy," Yuki commanded, her voice silky with dominance. She reached out to trace Rabbit's jaw with one sharp nail, applying just enough pressure to leave a thin white line that quickly flushed red. "Let's see if all that medical training taught you anything new about holding your breath."

Her hand pushed him down and Rabbit didn’t fight, obediently slipping beneath the warm water and positioning himself between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue against her sensitive folds sent a jolt of pleasure through Yuki's body. She had been building toward this moment all evening — every act of dominance, every controlled denial of others' pleasure had heightened her own arousal. Now, finally, she would take her reward.

Her tails were soaked, but that was alright… she was still able to wrap several around Rabbit's torso to keep him anchored underwater. Others wrapped his shoulders and waist, restraining him while leaving his head free to move between her thighs. Two final tails wrapped around his wrists, pulling them behind his back in a makeshift bondage that left him completely at her mercy.

The sensation of his desperate mouth working against her sex while he struggled to hold his breath was exquisite. Yuki could feel his increasing urgency as his lungs began to burn, the vibrations of his suppressed moans transferring directly to her most sensitive areas. His technique grew less controlled and more primal with each passing second — instinct taking over as oxygen deprivation began to cloud his higher functions.

Yuki moaned above the water, grinding against his desperate tongue and lips. Ten more seconds, and she would let him up. Through the clear water, she could see his face between her thighs, his expression intense with concentration despite the growing discomfort. His cock had hardened again beneath the water, responding to the combination of oxygen deprivation and submission. She counted down aloud, each number punctuated by a roll of her hips against his mouth. "Five... four... three..." She could see the desperation growing in his movements, the increasing pressure of his tongue as he fought through the burning in his lungs. "Two... one..."

Just as she sensed he was reaching his limit, spots appearing in his vision and panic beginning to override his training, she yanked him up by the hair, allowing him to catch his breath with a series of desperate gasps. “Good boy,” she purred, her voice husky with arousal. “Again. Deeper this time. Make me cum, Rabbit.” Then she shoved him back down.

The second time was even more intense, Rabbit's movements taking on a frantic quality as he licked and sucked with desperate precision. The knowledge that his next breath depended on her satisfaction drove him to new heights of effort. His tongue found her clit with unerring accuracy, circling the sensitive bud before applying direct pressure in the way he knew she preferred.

Yuki's back arched as pleasure built within her, her tails tightening around his body. With her supernatural strength, maintaining him underwater required no effort. Her free tails swept through the air, their movements becoming erratic as her control frayed under mounting pleasure. "That's it," she hissed. He couldn’t hear her, but she tangled one hand strongly in his hair to direct his mouth more firmly against her clit, and figured he got the message. "Right there. Don't stop."

She could feel his increasing desperation through the vibrations of his moans against her flesh. His lungs would be screaming for air, vision darkening, mind focused solely on the twin primal needs for oxygen and pleasing her—this exquisite intersection of survival and submission made breath play so intensely satisfying.

When Yuki finally shuddered through her orgasm, waves of pleasure radiating from her core, she dragged Shindou's dazed body up, his face slick with her juices and hot tub water. His chest heaved as he gulped air, but his eyes remained fixed on her face, seeking approval even as his body fought for oxygen.

"Such a good little cunt-licker," she cooed, reaching beneath the water to lightly stroke her fingertips across his painfully hard cock. The combination of her firm strokes and the aftermath of oxygen deprivation had him trembling in her grasp. The plug still vibrated inside him, though at a lower setting now, providing a constant background of stimulation. As her own climax subsided, Yuki pulled Shindou against her, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. She stroked his hair with uncharacteristic gentleness, helping him come down from the intense experience. These moments of tenderness were rare but valued — the contrast between cruelty and kindness made each one stand out all the more.

The water lapped around them as Kyoto continued to sparkle below. Yuki's sensitive ears caught the soft padding of Merielle's bare feet approaching the hot tub. The selkie would have finished cleaning herself by now and would be eager to join them, her skin freshly moistened and gleaming in the moonlight.

"Thank you, Mistress," Shindou murmured against her neck, his voice raw with emotion and exertion. The sincerity in his tone sent a different kind of satisfaction through Yuki — the pleasure of knowing another person enjoyed her company.

"You're welcome, my pet," Yuki replied, her fingers trailing lazily up and down his spine. The small shivers her touch produced told her that despite his recent ordeal, his body remained responsive to her. "But I hope you don't think we're finished."

She felt him stir against her at these words, his cock twitching with renewed interest against her thigh. Even after all he'd endured — the denial, the edge play, the breath control — he still wanted more. This capacity for desire, this endless hunger for her attention no matter how cruelly delivered, was why she had kept him when she had left behind so many other human pets over the ages.

"I still want to feel this inside me tonight," she continued, giving his hardening length a squeeze beneath the water. "After all, it's not every day my pet becomes a doctor."

Shindou's eyes lit up with excitement and gratitude, his body already responding to her touch and the promise of more to come. Behind him, Merielle approached the edge of the hot tub, her naked body gleaming with droplets of water from her recent shower, her red hair darkened to the color of blood in the moonlight. Yuki smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she contemplated all the ways she would use them both before the night was through. She gestured for Merielle to join them, the selkie slipping into the water with a graceful movement that barely disturbed the surface.

The celebration was far from over. By the time dawn broke over Kyoto, Shindou would have experienced pleasures and torments beyond anything his medical textbooks had prepared him for. He would return to his human world the next day — to his hospital residency and his ordinary life — but he would always carry the marks of her ownership on his soul for the rest of his life.

After all, she thought as she guided Merielle's mouth to join Shindou's at her breasts… what good was immortality if not to perfect the art of pleasure? And with eternity stretching before her, Yuki intended to make this celebration one her rabbit would never forget.