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Chapter 64: Eldritch Nogitsune Vampire

Taira sat cross legged on the bed with his sleeping wife in his lap as he stared at the three girls in front of him.

Keran was still kneeling, Vermeil was staring at him with wobbly knees and a clear wet trail running down her legs, and Lucia was covering her mouth and hyperventilating.

\'I have weird friends..\' he thought, without much judgment.

"T-Taira...? what...how..? Y-You\'re..."

Keran tried to put together a string of words in the hopes that she could acquire some answers but it seemed to do no good.

"Strange to see you like this, little wolf. You weren\'t even this taken aback when I came to free you after five hundred years." Taira said with an uncharacteristic smirk.

Vermeil fainted at the sight of his fanged smile and fell right into Lucia\'s breasts, who coincidentally also looked like she was going to go down at any second.

Keran remained the only one to remain some sense of professionalism despite the dirty thoughts flooding her mind.

It was almost as if she saw him as something holy that she was absolutely not allowed to leer at.

"T-That is only natural when you have become... I\'m sorry, I don\'t mean to offend, but what kind of kitsune are you exactly?"

"...A what?"

"A-A kitsune, Taira... you do not know what you are..? T-Then how did you become this..?"

Taira recalled the conversation he\'d held with Fenris after drinking her blood.

He told her and the still awake Lucia everything that the god had revealed to him which admittedly wasn\'t much.

He spoke of his father and Absalom being the culprits behind the extinction of the vampires.

He told them about the naming ceremony, and his promise to accept Fenris\' heritage and become his temporary weapon.

He even told them that he was supposed to avoid consuming any more of the old one\'s remains, lest he lose himself entirely.

When it was all said and done, Lucia was looking at him with worry, pity, and lust while Keran was just looking at him with shock and lust.

"That... must be so much for you to process. Are you faring well..?" Lucia asked, hoping that the answer would be no so that she could console him with her body.

"I am doing alright, my friend. Just have a great many questions is all." He said.

"I... cannot believe it... you actually bear the name of our beginning..! He has passed on to you the heritage of one of the supreme fallen..!" Keran said shakily.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"Names have power, beloved! In the legends of old, our god Fenris\' name was different from what it is now, and when he ascended no one else was able to use it as their own or risk being smited immediately. But he has given you that name; Amarok!"

"I had thought he was just trying to be funny..." Taira muttered.

How was he supposed to know that receiving this unorthodox new name was such a high honor?

"Never mind that, what has he made me? You call me a supreme fallen and ask me what kind of Kitsune I am, but I do not understand those terms."

Keran looked like she was slightly excited to get the chance to give such a major history lecture, and she cleared her throat as she supressed a giddy smile.

"Well, eons ago when even your grandfather was just a boy, there were only two races that stood atop fallen hierarchy instead of the five that we have now.

They were the massive and imposing dragons, and the bewitching and mystical kitsune. The two had different areas of speciality, but they were thought to be equally powerful.

The two clans ruled over all of fallen kind and brought us prosperity and great knowledge. In those days it is said that the number of cultivators who reached the upper realm was not small."

A theory that is long held by many is that the \'gods\' that this world worships so fervently are no more than cultivators who have transcended past the primordial realm and gone to a higher plane of existence.

There these god level cultivators engage in ways that only they are privy to know, and those in the lower realm spend thousands of years desperately trying to climb up to them.

"We should have remained at the top above even the races of light." Keran continued. "But strife broke out between the two ruling classes.

There was a terrible war, and both sides ended up wiping each other out, leaving the fallen without their divine protectors and scholars.

A new system was created from the races that were left behind, and as the closest blood relatives of the kitsune, the werewolves were of course allowed a seat at the table.

Even now, every member of the Garou royal family learns this passage of history from a young age, so that if our divine ancestors are to return then we will know to offer them our aid and servitude.

But it has been so long... the public has long forgotten the legends of your kind, and they believe dragons to be no more than fables."

Keran went on to explain that there were two types of kitsune; Zenko and Yako.

Zenko are good kitsune who do good deeds and sometimes act as servants to the \'gods\'.

They generally have a higher social standing and as a result their exist a few subspecies within this bracket.

However, the second type are referred to as Yako or Nogitsune, and they have no such classes.

All Nogitsune are evil beings who are commonly seen as mischievous tricksters who delight in torturing humans more than anything else.

Their social standing was the lowest, as the Nogitsune did not particularly care about raising it and the other subspecies felt like they gave their bloodline a bad name.

When Keran finished explaining, she asked Taira once again the same question she had asked him earlier.

"So? Which kind are you, beloved??"

Normally Taira\'s answer should\'ve been \'I don\'t know\' but when he recalled a part of his new name he was able to come to a conclusion easily.

The answer was almost instinctual.

But there was one thing he wanted to know first.

"Depending on what my answer is, will you forsake me?"

Keran showed him a normal, sweet smile that he had grown used to seeing in their time together.

"Of course not... whatever you become you will always be the man who holds my heart and the one who I want to give myself to. Whether you are a trickster or not will not change that."

"U-Umm, it won\'t for me either!" Lucia reassured.

Taira smiled at the two girls happily and nearly made them ruin their underwear.

"I\'m a Nogitsune... Are you still not frightened?" He asked with a smile.

"N-No."

"J-Just aroused!"

Once again, Taira showed the girls what was becoming a more and more normal smile.

He wasn\'t sure why he felt so mischievous and giddy at the moment but for some reason he really felt the urge to tease the two of them just a bit.

\'But i should deal with this first...\'

Turning to Keran he looked at her with an expression of uncomfortability.

"Little wolf... are we still who we were?"

"W-What?"

"My new race and name aside, is our relationship still the same? I believe i would dislike it if you were suddenly behaving like a servant who has to obey my beck and call."

Keran admittedly flinched and stared at Indra with a wry smile.

"I\'m sorry, I guess that would be strange... I guess the training of my clan was a bit more ingrained in me than I realized."

Keran suddenly stood up and started walking towards Taira; no longer hiding the lust in her eyes.

Before he knew what she was doing, she brushed her smooth porcelain hands across his cheek and stared at him tenderly.

"Honestly... from the time we were children you have always found a way to make me crave you but this... this definitely takes the cake."

Caught off guard by her boldness and feeling more than a little shy, Taira hesitantly pulled away.

"Cheeky girl... that is not quite what I meant when I said I wanted you to remain normal."

"It isn\'t? Well that might be too bad, beloved."

Like a wolf, Keran crawled onto the bed on all fours while never breaking eye contact with Taira.

"You cannot just look like this and expect me not to behave irrationally. In the end you will only have yourself to blame for provoking my desire!"

Chuckling lightly, Taira ignored her and looked down at his wife in his arms who was still sleeping.

\'My love... I think I broke our friends.\'