Awakening Beast. (Hellhound's Entry)

[Balthier]

Akemi half smuled silently at the Hellhound’s concern, the steam swirling around them as the last of the suds vanished down the drain. "Don't worry about the clothes for now, hero. We’re in my home, no one's going to judge you for being a little uncovered while we eat. I might have a yukata that will fit you" With the Hellhound clean, Akemi turned her attention to herself. She moved under the spray with a practiced, feminine grace that was a stark contrast to the Hellhound's raw power. Her hands, still smelling of honey and sandalwood, traveled over her own petite, delicate curves. She lathered her medium-small breasts and the soft slope of her hips, her skin pale and gleaming under the artificial light of the bathroom.

She took a moment to tilt her head back, letting the hot water sluice through her dark hair, washing away the tension of the previous night. Finally, she turned off the dial. The sudden silence was punctuated only by the heavy drip-drop of water hitting the tiles. Akemi stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel. She grabbed a second, much larger towel and draped it over the Hellhound's shoulders. "Dry off well, like a good girl. I'll get the kitchen ready."

A few minutes later, Akemi emerged from her bedroom. She hadn't gone for a full outfit yet, opting for comfort in the safety of her apartment. She had pulled on a pair of blue and white striped panties that hugged her hips, her perfect ass, and a crisp white button-up blouse. The shirt was a little long on her petite frame, the hem barely covering the top of her thighs, and she had left the top two buttons undone for breathability, giving her enticing cleavage. As she moved around the small kitchen, the fabric pulled and flowed in a way that was inadvertently alluring, a casual, domestic beauty that could mesmerize.

The kitchen was soon filled with the comforting, savory aromas of a proper Japanese breakfast. Grilled Mackerel, sizzling gently, its skin crispy and salted. Miso Soup, steam rising from bowls filled with tofu and green onions. Steamed Rice, perfectly fluffy and white. Tamagoyaki, sweet and savory rolled omelets, sliced into neat yellow rectangles.

Akemi moved with a light step, her bare feet silent on the floorboards. She set the table for two, placing a generous portion of everything on the Hellhound’s side. When everything was ready, she slid into her chair, her legs crossed comfortably beneath the table. She would look up as the Hellhound approached, a truly adorable, beaming smile lighting up her face. The morning sun caught the moisture still in her hair, making her look radiant and entirely at peace. "Breakfast is served," Akemi said softly, patting the seat next to her. "I made sure there's extra fish for you. Come sit."

Edited 22 hours ago by Balthier

[Warning]

Hellhound didn't argue about staying naked. Her nature was fully alright with that. After the shower was over, she only watched Akemi without moving for the moment. Being approached with the towel, it felt soft when her friend covered her with it. Being told to dry off gave her ideas of what she could do but to be a good girl, fire probably was not a good idea at that moment. The towel itself would do a good job. All Hellhound had to do was to use it to rub her skin with it and it absorbed the water enough to let her natural heat eliminate what little water was left on her skin. Her fur needed a little effort to get dry but she worked on it while her friend was gone, ending the process with drying her paws off.

Hellhound had to wonder what a yukata was but she did not search for any clothes. Her mischievous side was a little more controlled in this place, out of respect for Akemi. Besides, being naked felt natural to her. Once ready, the hound left the shower room and poked around to look curiously at this place. She did not touch anything but freely looked, trusting her friend and hopefully being trusted enough to be left alone for a moment on each others' side. If anything fragile was around, she tried to move tail in a way she did not tilt or push anything by accident. As she was not all that often among humans, Hellhound had a certain fascination with a lot of what she was seeing, as simple as it was for humans.

Once the scent from the kitchen started to spread, Hellhound finally found herself being lured toward the source while her belly grumbled, begging to be filled. Still, she did not appear in the kitchen just so casually. Poking her head from behind one of the entrance, the hound curiously peeked inside for what smelled so good. First, she eyed Akemi herself, appreciating the sight at the least. Her own pretty girl taking care of cooking a meal worthy of her hunger. Seeing and smelling it excited the beast girl enough that her tail wagged behind her and she had to control herself so she didn't drool. While she was not making much sound, her presence would soon be made noticeable as she was not trying to hide.

As soon as Akemi carried the food to the table then sat down on her chair, Hellhound finally came out quietly then moved closer. Naked in appearance but doing nothing to make it weird. She looked like she was in her element, acting perfectly natural about it. The welcoming sight made the hound smile, at least, That was not the breakfast that she had expected but it sure was the one that she desired at the moment. Still, she had to behave. Looking at another seat, Hellhound moved close to sit down, letting her tail free where she could. "It smells good, Akemi...~", she commented, her ears perking up at the sound of extra meat. Calmly, she started to eat what was offered, making cute sounds of satisfaction.