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Oh, hello, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Atrele Kasha, and I am a sex-crazed slut.

Okay, I am not ALWAYS a sex-crazed slut, but I am a servant of my Goddess... Well, She has a name but it is not important. Literally, it is not important: you do not need to know Her name to enjoy Her caress or Her wisdom. Her domain is that of Lust: quite obviously (and enjoyably) sexual lust, but Lust is so much more than just rutting! Any being that goes out and takes pleasure in life, from sex, to food, to companionship, to fighting... Anything that makes a being go out and DO for the sheer enjoyment of doing it, that makes a being go out and share themselves and their loves so that others can find that enjoyment honors Her in their acts.

Lust is more than just sex, it is the pleasure of being alive. But I do admit, I do focus on the sexual aspect. I am a lover, not a fighter, as they say! There are other concerns of course: She is concerned with the suffering of others, as those who are in misery cannot truly enjoy Lust. Those who profit or take pleasure in the misery of others... Well, She cannot abide that at all. Her desires are that all beings take pleasure in life.

But I digress. I am a priestess of my beloved Goddess, and my favored lust is sexual lust: I have always been a rather sensual and sexual person. Now, I am given cause to share my body and my love with the world, and I have the tools with which to do so. My flesh is mastered, putty in my hands to reflect my desires, or the desires of another. You see a feline, feminine complete and total, and that is what I am. But should I wish, I shall be bigger, I will be smaller. I will be male, or a hermaphrodite, or none. I shall be feline, or canine, or something far more exotic. And that is BEFORE my magic comes into play, and the various servitors that She permits me to call on for aid.

It really is fortunate that I find pleasure in almost everything!

And that is what I am, and what I serve: Pleasure for its' own sake, to sample and enjoy what life has to offer.

In any case, this is where I shall tell my stories of my own lust and pleasure. I hope they serve to arouse and inspire you to acts most pleasing to Her.

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I think I shall start by telling you the story of my portrait. I am something of a vain creature: I am fascinated with my body, and can spend quite a long time in front of a mirror, watching myself masturbate.

In any case, I had commissioned a nude portrait from an aspiring young artist. I did not know him, but I was assured that he was quite good and the price would be worth it.

And it was very much worth it, but I am getting to that.

I went to meet him and begin modeling for the portrait, and to look at him was a delight. He was a kitsune, a... kemonomimi, I believe it is called? Lovely vulpine ears, and nine deliciously fluffy tails, on a body fit and beautiful, just into adulthood. Needless to say, my mind immediately wandered to the things I wanted to do with him...

Now, I believe I should explain. We all have a scent when we are aroused, any being with a sensitive nose will tell you that. My own scent is pretty obvious, but I also have my Scent. Specifically, my Goddess blessed Her followers to invoke an aura about themselves when they are lustful to lower inhibitions and inspire further lust. Unfortunately, it is one of the few things I cannot consciously control: once I get horny, I can not help but make everyone around me horny as well.

And it was having the effect on him. You might notice that I am missing some features: my right nipple, the spots on my breasts, and the ophidian stripes winding down my body, to start. (The story behind those markings I shall tell another day, I am sure you will enjoy them!) But I get ahead of myself.

The poor boy was so nervous and aroused I could not help but smell it off of him, and I know he smelled my arousal as well. This was going to be fun.

We talked about the portrait I wished to have made (which is, as you can see, tame by my standard) before he asked me to remove my clothes so I could begin modeling. I stripped carefully for him, slow and sensuous. I did not simply take off my clothes, I made a show for him, to entice and inspire him. He tried to discreetly hide his erection, but I saw it, I knew it was there, and I loved it.

He excused himself when the last garment touched the floor, claiming he needed to get more paints. He came back a little more relaxed, and I could smell what he had done. Oh, how he blushed when I asked him about his "paints", it was so adorable! I asked him if he intended to use them in my own portraits as I posed for him...

The pose, as you may have noticed, had me carefully hiding most of my attributes, but my hair slipped and I could not help but display that nipple, and I was not about to hide it again! We talked a little bit while he painted, small talk mostly, getting to know each other and teasing and flirting with each other, our banter getting more and more raunchy as time passed.

Eventually, he had to "get more paint" again, but I was not about to let him go. I got up and offered to get that paint for him, and before he could protest (well, he was not about to protest, at this point) I slipped behind him and wrapped my arms around him to undo his trousers. I could hear his panting as I freed him from those infernal clothes, and he put up no resistance as I fished his erection from his pants. And that erection was GLORIOUS. I knew I would have that in my mouth in short order, and in my pussy and ass before the day was out. I wanted him, and he wanted me, it was that simple.

I wanted his "paint" on my portrait, so I aimed him toward it as I stroked his delicious cock, but he was not going to have any of that, he was so worried about the painting. I tried to assure him that it was what I wanted, and I considered it no better honor for the artist to masturbate onto my portrait.

But, as I said, he was not having any of it. Instead he got up, escaping my grasp, and lifted me up onto his shoulder. I had not expected him to be so strong! He carried me to the bed and threw me atop it. He did not even bother to take off his clothes before he mounted me, forcing his need into me and making me mewl like a whore. I did not last long (I do love someone who can manhandle me, it makes me feel like I am being USED and that turns me on). He did not last long either and filled me up with all that lovely foxcum he was holding in his balls.

After that, we agreed that the portrait would remain unfinished, and we spent the rest of the day enjoying each others' company and bodies. I returned to the temple that night with a dry portrait and a wet pussy, his cum and my juices running down my legs, as it should be.

Needless to say, I paid him in full for the portrait, with a little extra, and commissioned another one from him. This one will have me spread out with a creampie thoughtfully supplied by the artist himself! I also convinced him to cum upon the portrait once the paint is dry, but he will only do it as long as I aim (and stroke) him to make sure it is just right...

I think that ends this recollection for now. I hope it has inspired you as it had me. In fact, I am going to enjoy my inspiration with my largest toy, and I hope that thought inspires you as well!