"That will be all, Vanessa," I say, looking over the stack of documents on my desk. My secretary bows before leaving the room, and the moment she's gone I give a heavy sigh. This is just one of those unfortunate days where the paperwork just seems to grow higher the more I actually accomplish.

After a little while of sitting back to rest my weary eyes, I eventually come back to my senses; this isn't going to fix itself. But before I can even raise a pen to the paper, I hear the door open again. The throb of exhaustion rushes through my temples - can my day really get any worse at this rate? "Vanessa, I told you that will be all. By that, I meant my desk is already full, give me a break."

Sultry laughter echoes throughout my office, causing my eyes to widen at this familiar sound. Standing in front of me is not the suit-wearing, dark haired, and glaring figure of Vanessa, but rather an image out of my dreams. Tall and statuesque, the beautiful woman is leaning over my desk, her golden kimono hanging loosely enough around her to give a very generous glimpse of the heavy breasts swinging below her chest. Bright amber-coloured eyes seem to glow in the dim light of my office, and her mouth is quirked upwards in a mischievous grin. But my eyes are not riveted to any of her countless beautiful features; instead, they are riveted to the two silver-furred bushy tails swishing behind her, marking her as one of the ethereal kitsune. One I recognize immediately.

I bolt upright in my chair, causing the fox-featured woman in front of me to laugh once again. "Oh, dear Sarah, you really don't need to act so nervous like this. We're partners, aren't we?" she says, leaning forward even more to better emphasize her inhuman beauty.

At those words, my eyes dart all over the place, seeking some escape from this confrontation but unable to find one. I suppose that's to be expected, given how cunning this spirit has shown herself to be in the past. "Itsuwari, of course we're partners, but surely you can at least announce yourself first. I would have welcomed you with all the hospitality of my new business!" I say, thinking that such a warning would have also given me the chance to escape.

The kitsune's grin deepens into a smirk, and her song-like voice, enchanting in any other situation, seems to hold a much more sinister tone now. "Sarah, Sarah, you should know me enough to realize that I'm always where people don't want me to be. A spirit of wanton desires, like myself, can't afford to be tied down by other people's schedules. Which brings us to why I'm here today," she adds, parting her rosy lips just enough to reveal the tips of glistening fangs that line her mouth.

I push my chair back from the desk, desperately putting some kind of distance between us. "Look, I know what we agreed to, but can't we, you know, re-negotiate or something? At the very least, I can't afford to pay right now, look at my damn workload!"

Itsuwari waves a perfectly manicured hand at my stacks of folders and papers, dismissing not just them, but any notion of reworking our deal. "It seems success has changed how you view our deal, but I urge you to remember that it's because of my magic, my skills, that you have your fancy little office here. I put in a lot of work for you, and you will honour our agreement."

I open my mouth to reply, but the kitsune raises a hand, forestalling any argument on my part. With a shrug of her slim shoulders, her golden kimono falls from her body; most people would pay ridiculous money for a chance to see such a beatutiful woman in front of them, but I already know what she's doing here. Between her thighs hangs a massive cock, nearly a foot long and thick enough to choke someone to death. Itsuwari runs a hand down its length, saying a simple phrase: "You owe me a child, Sarah."

Sultry laughter echoes throughout my office, causing my eyes to widen at this familiar sound. Standing in front of me is not the suit-wearing, dark haired, and glaring figure of Vanessa, but rather an image out of my dreams. Tall and statuesque, the beautiful woman is leaning over my desk, her golden kimono hanging loosely enough around her to give a very generous glimpse of the heavy breasts swinging below her chest. Bright amber-coloured eyes seem to glow in the dim light of my office, and her mouth is quirked upwards in a mischievous grin. But my eyes are not riveted to any of her countless beautiful features; instead, they are riveted to the two silver-furred bushy tails swishing behind her, marking her as one of the ethereal kistune. One I recognize immediately.

I bolt upright in my chair, causing the fox-featured woman in front of me to laugh once again. "Oh, dear Sarah, you really don't need to act so nervous like this. We're partners, aren't we?" she says, leaning forward even more to better emphasize her inhuman beauty.

At those words, my eyes dart all over the place, seeking some escape from this confrontation but unable to find one. I suppose that's to be expected, given how cunning this spirit has shown herself to be in the past. "Itsuwari, of course we're partners, but surely you can at least announce yourself first. I would have welcomed you with all the hospitality of my new business!" I say, thinking that such a warning would have also given me the chance to escape.

The kistune's grin deepens into a smirk, and her song-like voice, enchanting in any other situation, seems to hold a much more sinister tone now. "Sarah, Sarah, you should know me enough to realize that I'm always where people don't want me to be. A spirit of wanton desires, like myself, can't afford to be tied down by other people's schedules. Which brings us to why I'm here today," she adds, parting her rosy lips just enough to reveal the tips of glistening fangs that line her mouth.

I push my chair back from the desk, desperately putting some kind of distance between us. "Look, I know what we agreed to, but can't we, you know, re-negotiate or something? At the very least, I can't afford to pay right now, look at my damn workload!"

Itsuwari waves a perfectly manicured hand at my stacks of folders and papers, dismissing not just them, but any notion of reworking our deal. "It seems success has changed how you view our deal, but I urge you to remember that it's because of my magic, my skills, that you have your fancy little office here. I put in a lot of work for you, and you will honour our agreement."

I open my mouth to reply, but the kitsune raises a hand, forestalling any argument on my part. With a shrug of her slim shoulders, her golden kimono falls from her body; most people would pay ridiculous money for a chance to see such a beatutiful woman in front of them, but I already know what she's doing here. Between her thighs hangs a massive cock, nearly a foot long and thick enough to choke someone to death. Itsuwari runs a hand down its length, saying a simple phrase: "You owe me a child, Sarah."