Viridian Ninja - Epilogue

Unsurprisingly the reports of the massacre of Jiro and his enforcers soon spread far and wide. The few surviving enforcers, now on the run from vengeful townspeople who wanted to eradicate all traces of Jiro’s organization, spread stories of having seen a woman in green with huge blades. They said she moved like the wind and cut through their forces in a bloody display that left even these hardened criminals shaking with fear when they recalled it.

Rumors as to what exactly had happened proceeded to spread like wildfire. Some Order propagandists, ignoring the criminal nature of Jiro’s group, spoke of the incident as proof that monsters were still the evil killers spoken of in old stories. Others claimed the one who slew Jiro and his men had been an angel sent by the Chief God to punish Jiro’s evil.

Some people of monster friendly states speculated that it had been one of the kunoichi, the legendary succubus ninjas of the distant land of Zipangu, hired to rid the world of Jiro. Their monster allies found this unlikely, reasoning that a fellow monster would not kill humans for money or even to gain a husband. No, either the killer was a human themselves or a monster acting in some form of self defense.

Humans studying monsters, the so-called monster scholars, found the descriptions to be likely of a mantis. Albeit they could not say precisely what had provoked the creature so much as to commit such a slaughter. Details were too sketchy.

Their views were still the closest to the truth regarding the culprit, but only a few, deep within the forest, knew the full story.

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“Hold still,” Taki stated as she expertly cut at the stubble on his face, giving a closer shave with her scythes than Carter could have hoped to give himself. “A mantis only cuts what she wants to cut, but this level of detail is not simple even for me.”

Carter sighed contentedly, sitting back in the chair he had recently constructed on his and Taki’s arboreal porch. “I didn’t think you cared about this sort of thing.”

Taki paused as she considered her answer. “I’ve watched you do this in the past and I believe I can do a more thorough job. I’ve developed a… liking for your face clean shaven. It shows off your tender nature better. Rugged stubble doesn’t suit you, and it doesn’t appear you are capable of growing a full beard.”

He smirked at her. “In other words you think I’m cuter clean shaven huh?”

To a casual observer Taki would have appeared unmoved, but Carter could see an affectionate sparkle in her eye. “You could put it that way. Also, you may like to know that once you are an incubus your appearance will be able to change slightly to suit your and my own tastes. Hair growth is one thing that you will be able to limit or stop if you or I desire to.”

“Oh, I guess that’s why that man in the alraune flower we saw on the way back here looked clean shaven?” Despite how happy the guy looked Carter couldn’t help but wonder if he needed rescuing, but Taki remarked that the amount of energy being thrown out by the plant and human couple indicated he was an incubus and had likely been with the alraune for a good number of years, and indeed after so long on a largely nectar diet would have been miserable without access to her (to say nothing of their love for each other). The idea of spending a majority of one's time inside a flower still didn’t seem all that appealing to him personally, even when Taki noted the flower was mobile and the pair could move to a monster friendly town if they wanted to. But to each their own.

“Yes, normal methods of grooming and hygiene are not all feasible for alraune and their mates, or indeed for the husbands of a number of different monster girl types. Instead their bodies adapt to not need it.”

“Still, if I stopped growing facial hair then that would mean you’d stop shaving me, so maybe I won’t stop. It’s nice being pampered like this, it’s like I’m one of those upper crust guys with servants tending to his every need.”

Taki stayed on task, but a minuscule blush tinted her skin. She lightly touched the new red marriage thread around her neck. “Idiot…”

“I’ll be paying for that remark in bed won’t I?” He asked as he finally held still for her, a bit of nervousness in his voice.

Now that caused a small smirk to appear on Taki’s face. Recovering from her injuries had meant her daily and nightly sex sessions with Carter, while nice and therapeutic, had been a good deal more brief and sedate than she preferred. Carter was simply too worried about hurting her, and she too weak to take the lead beyond how aggressively her pussy sucked on him. Now that she was largely mended she was looking forward to riding him as hard as she could once she got him back in bed. Hopefully their neighbors wouldn’t interrupt, much as she had appreciated them coming over to share meals while she recuperated.

Then again Aryana and Clark had their own problems. Namely upon arriving back at the tree house Taki and Carter had found a group of wererabbits living there. Aryana immediately recognized them as freeloaders with an awful sense of direction who had once, according to her at least, tried to seduce Clark. The wererabbits remembered her clearly too, given how quickly they were reduced to bawling apologies. The cute little rabbit girls had made such a fuss that Aryana, on Clark’s urging, had actually been guilt-tripped into letting them stay in her own territory for the time being. Her generosity was tempered by how she was loathe to let Clark out of her sight now, worried her seemingly innocent guests would leap in and try to make themselves fellow wives. It was possible, but far as Taki could tell the wererabbits were more interested in finding a monster-friendly area to meet a boy for each of them and start breeding like rabbits.

Speaking of breeding, she wondered how long before she would be able to feel the stirrings of new life inside of her. Her insectoid abdomen had seemed a bit plumper lately, but that might have been simply from not being as active due to her injuries. Still, with the amount of sex they had had and how much she wanted to have, pregnancy was inevitable even if hard to achieve, a by-product of, among other reasons, having a body that literally devoured cum. A monster girl had to fill up substantially for any sperm to have a chance of fertilizing her. She might have considered the succubus nature the great transformation caused by the Mamono Lord had given her kind to be a impediment in this regard, were it not for all the pleasure involved. Course being monsters at the top of the food chain also meant a fairly low reproductive rate anyway, so chances were it would be a number of years before she could expect to become pregnant.

Raising a family with Carter, the thought filled her with a type of joy that even sex didn’t bring. It was enough to make her glow inside, even if only a sliver of the emotion showed on her face.

It was then a new thought occurred to her. It was a memory of something she had seen her mother do with her father a number of times. Now that they were so comfortable with each other it felt right to do it with Carter, plus it would be a good test to see how completely her body had recovered. It’d be a nice variation on bedroom sex as well.

“Tonight I’d like to try something different,” she stated, offering no explanation as to what she spoke of. “Meet me in the nearest clearing once the sun sets.”

Carter knew not to ask further, Taki had developed quite a liking for surprising him and sunset was only a hour or two away.

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“Trust dance?” Carter repeated as he stood before Taki in the clearing.

“Yes, it is a dance my kind perform with our mates. Your actions will symbolize the faith you have in me.”

It would also be quite arousing for both, but he would figure that out soon so she didn’t bother mentioning it.

“Sounds pretty deep, and I’m not exactly a dancer, but I’m willing to follow your lead,” he explained, trying to hide his nervousness over his doubtful ability to engage in this special dance.

“Oh you need not worry about moving, your task is to remain still while I dance. You must try not to even flinch as I dance around you and slice off your clothing piece by piece.”

“Slice off? This is sounding more like an excuse to have sex,” he noted wryly.

“It is,” she confirmed matter-of-factly, “but it is still special. It will demonstrate our bond, and make our future bonding even more pleasurable.

With that said, she stepped back and extended her scythes.

“Let us begin.”

Carter watched in awe as his mate began to smoothly and sensually dance around him, every leaping, twirling, sashaying movement showcasing the feminine charms of her curvy body as well as the agility and minute physical control she prided herself on. He could feel the rush of air as her scythes moved closer and closer as she circled him, and suppressed the impulse to flinch. He found it surprisingly easy, his eyes too enthralled by the alluring sight before him to close or turn away.

All too-soon he felt a draft as his shirt fell away in several pieces. He couldn’t resist voicing his immediate thought.

“I’ll run out of clothes at this rate.”

“I’ll sew them up,” Taki countered smoothly, “it’s not all that different from stitching a wound. Now shut up, this is a sacred ritual.”

Shut up he did, remaining utterly still as Taki continued to undress him, her own skin-tight armor slowly receding in turn. He was in awe at the beauty of her body, her movements, her eyes, all basking in the rays of the moon and starlight.

Both now naked, their dance moved to its next phase, the ancient dance that all monster girls were masters at. Taki twisted and contorted erotically as she pushed him down onto the soft grass, straddling him smoothly. Quickly brought inside her, Carter’s erection was subjected to a storm of sensations, the movements of Taki’s talented vagina intensified by the dancing, gyrating motions of her torso and hips. He would never be bored of this pleasure, or the sight of her perfect breasts bouncing in time with her movements.

Before long he was moaning as he came buckets inside her ravenous core. He knew well enough by now this was only the beginning, Taki gripping his shoulders and grinding her hips against his, rocking and bucking, keeping him hard, her breath heavy with lust.

Again and again they both came, ever more wildly lost in the frenetic pleasure. They rolled about in the grass, reveling in how the different angles caused their joined parts to pulse with different pleasures, although Taki always ended up back on top of him.

They went on and on until finally the dance reached it’s literal and metaphorical climax, the throes of orgasm rocking both their bodies a final time, long, hard and intoxicating in its pleasure.

Carter was exhausted and even Taki looked a bit worn out. At least he hadn’t passed out this time. He looked up at her face, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy as she gazed down at him, her usually somehow-perfect hair mussed-up.

“I love you.”

It had come out spontaneously, and he loved how the words sounded on his lips, as well as how Taki’s breath hitched when he said it.

Her passions clearly cooling, her blissful expression rapidly hardened. Still, a peaceful, satisfied look briefly flashed in her eyes, accompanied by the smallest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen. No further words were needed, that smile and their lovemaking had told him everything.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing for her, she laid down next to him and rested her head in the crook of his neck, let out a short, pleasured sigh, and shut her eyes in sleep.

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The End