**Author's note: this chapter is explicit.**

Clutching Mori's fur even harder, not caring if this is uncomfortable for him, you bury your face in his soft yet powerful chest, matted with his own sweat. You bite down hard and let out a muffled scream of release that is quite similar to your kendo kiai. Against your ear, his heart is drumming hard and fast, and his marble-solid arms around you tighten and shiver. He jerks but holds fast; he is at the limit of his self-control.

"Ahhhh gnnnn... yes... yes... harder... taste me... taste my blood... like this... you're so... so hot... tight... this is... even... even better... than I hoped... thank you..." he pants in your ear. "Hold on now."

You can't form a single word, so you merely nod against his chest, the tang of his blood on the tip of your tongue. If this was a bad idea, it's too late now. You find out you don't care. Tears run down your face. Of pain, relief, pleasure or joy, you don't know. You're beyond caring. Beyond thought. It's just about feeling and letting yourself go, and stepping into this world behind the veil.

With one swift move, still holding you tight against him, he stands up on his feet -- hind paws! -- and in two steps, has you against the wall, his hands -- fore paws! -- on each side of your quivering frame.

As one, both of you spare a glance for the sprawled form of Kanako on the floor. To your relief, this second, emotionally powerful climax seems to have brought her to a sound sleep. With a grunt, the changeling nuzzles your jaw and one his tails presses your lips, begging for entrance.

"Let's be discreet, shall we?"

With a heavy glance, half gone already, you nod, and allow the slithering gag to fill your mouth. There is no way you can keep silent without that, but a part of you is relieved that it doesn't try to go much further down. He surprises you yet again when his face turns human. The only part of him that doesn't remain fox. You understand why when he removes his tail only to claim your lips and invade your mouth with a demanding and possessive kiss that he breaks to pant hard against your lips.

"Apologies, I got distracted. You're such a vision, I couldn't help myself. I admit there's something to say about human-style kissing... Let's get back on track now..." And with that, he bites hard on your nape with sharp teeth and begins to thrust. Hard. Without mercy. At inhuman speed. Hitting deep spots you didn't know existed within you. Everywhere.

You lose all contact with reality as all your senses overload. There is that damnable friction, the fresh smell of pine and cut grass mixed with something else, pungent, metallic, undefined, but inhuman that seems to be his natural scent, that impossible stretching feeling, his higher body temperature seeping into your skin, an incredible pressure, a blessed fulfillment, and that powerful tornado bringing you to new heights with each passing second. You're barely aware that the wall behind you shakes, that the entire house seems to quiver as he slams again and again inside you.

You could be a ragged doll but instead, your fingers dig and twist even harder in his fur and biceps, your heels in his lower back, and your teeth bite hard on his tail, ripping growls and grunts of pain on his end. He doesn't retreat, though, and the last part of you capable of rational thinking rejoices at how pain and pleasure are closely knitted for him, too. You lose count of your climaxes. You're happy you can even remember your name.

Finally, he roars and loses all forms of control. Two more irregular, punishing thrusts pinning you against the wall, and then flows of cum much hotter than normal spills inside you. He slows down gradually but still holds you tight, as the sound of your ragged breaths fills up the room.

"Oh... that was beautiful. Terrible and fearsome, but so beautiful. Darling, I... I can't find the words..." Kanako's hushed and trembling voice makes you crash-land into reality again. Under your convulsing body, skin, muscles and bones shift as Mori turns fully human again before facing your partner.

"It was indeed extraordinary, Kanako san," he whispers while lowering you down until you sit, head resting against the wall. "I am relieved you weren't traumatized. And I think you can put this down, now," he adds, quite serious. It's only then that you realize her hands are gripping hard your shinai next to her lap.

Your partner throws him a dark look, bites her lip, but finally puts it away before hurrying to wrap her slender arms around you and kiss your hair. She's so small, yet she wouldn't hesitate one second to attack that fearsome and much more powerful being with all her might to protect you from unwanted harm.

You love that side of her and hide your face in her neck, utterly content. Her hands roam all over your body, checking, making sure you're indeed okay. You rub her arms softly to let her know you're fine. More than fine, in fact.

Kneeling a few steps away, staring outside, Mori gives the two of you some room, but soft and warm tails still caress your bodies, necks and faces, offering comfort while you and Kanako recover and get your raging emotions back under control.

"So..." With your sore throat, you voice catches, and you clear it repeatedly. "So, what happens next?"

He quirks an eyebrow. "We meet on Monday at the dojo."

Kanako snorts. "Really? Just like that? Sensei..."

"I am quite serious, Kanako san. I told you this wouldn't have any undesirable consequences."

You exchange a look with her, and you both shrug. Well, that sounds quite easy... on paper, at least. Because you're pretty sure that facing him on the mats on Monday will be a new kind of challenge for your nerves.

"Now... are you agreeable with us meeting again in the future?" Mori continues, his voice steady, but still: you bite down your lip to hide your grin. Sounds like somebody wants a repeat, and you are not the one who is going to say no. As a matter of fact, his question is for Kanako. You bet he knows what your answer would be.

Kanako grunts and glances at you. "Well, if you agree to ring at the door and come in with clothes on, like any... normal person..."

This time, he grins and teeth that are much too sharp flash for a brief instant. "Really? I thought you feared what neighbors would say. What would old Nakayama think if she sees me every week or so knocking here? I think my own way of doing it is much safer for your reputation," he tells you.

You chuckle and push yourself up from the wall. "Oh don't mind me. I have none to start with, in this little town where all kinds of stories have already flown around me. Me having an affair with my kendo instructor would be almost par for the course. But it's not just about me, darling, and sensei has a point. His unique way might save us a lot of trouble."

"Ah well," Kanako says with an exaggerated sigh. "I guess we can put a yukata for you in a drawer somewhere."

You burst out laughing and kiss her hard. "I love how the only thing that seems to really bother you is the lack of clothes on sensei's back."