“You heard them." He offered Guila his left hand, adorned only by a solitary ring on his fourth finger. "Let us be off. A cold dinner is no dinner at all."

"Yes…" She reached for his wide outstretched palm with almost trembling hands. What exactly had that doll told him while she was lost in her own thoughts?! If it hadn't told him yet, then what if it took this chance to do so?! All of a sudden, Guila realized just how soft she’d actually been to it.

"Guila?" He turned around just as they were about to enter the restaurant. "What’s wrong?”

“I…” Her trembling hand inadvertently clenched onto his. “It…”

Thh words wouldn't leave her lips, because she couldn't think of anything to say. She nearly pulled away when he reached forward with his other hand. But he’d held her as well.

‘Will he slap me? I… I deserve it, don't I…? but still-!’ However, he didn't; instead, he held her by the waist, urging her to walk ahead of him, towards the doll that was already seated at the table.

“Let's just have dinner for now, Guila.” His voice was gruff, and nearly monotonous, however, she knew that he was whispering softly - trying to reassure her. That calmed her down enough that she was able to swallow her worries and take her seat across from the doll. While the Count, her husband sat between them, with the table in the center.

“So, Ariel.”

“!?” His words caused Guila to flinch, but unlike her, the Vulpina smiled brightly as she turned to him. “Yes, Master?”

“Did you enjoy the safari?” He asked with a smile of his own, before reaching to stroke her behind the ears. An action which caused it to sway in place while wagging its tail. Obviously, yes, was it's answer. “What did you like most?”

“The giant water lilies!“ She answered immediately. “They were so wide, that an entire capybara family was sleeping on one!”

‘Not the capybaras, themselves?!’ Guila mentally roared back - realizing that her observation was wrong. But then, as if Ariel could hear her, she continued.

“I really wanted to play with them, too!”

“I see, I see.” The Count then turned to Guila. “What do you think, love? Would we be able to add them to our garden?”

“... eh?” It took the noblewoman a few seconds to stop staring, mouth ajar, before she could finally answer. “W-well, as long as we make sure the capybaras can't walk off the balcony, and we expand the pond more, it shouldn't be a problem. But only if… Ariel,` can promise to take care of the things.”

“Well, what do you think, Ariel? Can you?”

“Yes! I can!” She nodded repeatedly, before turning to Guila and smiled once more. “Thank you, Mistress!”

It was a bright, heartwarming smile. One that calmed her down, more than the Count ever had - reassuring her, and… with that one smile, Guila realized just how foolish she'd have been. Tears ran down her cheeks, shocking both the Count and the Vulpina. But she couldn't be consoled. She didn't even care about her image anymore. At least, for now, she sobbed openly and clenched both hands on her dress - both relieved and burdened by the fact that she didn't even need to ask for forgiveness. Ariel had done so already. The Vulpina's feelings were transmitted fully in the tight hug she recieved, while the Count held her shoulder. She knew now that Ariel wasn’t her replacement. She was an addition to the family.

“I'm fine… I'm fine now… I'm sorry…”

“Really…?” Ariel asked, eyes upturned while the Count responded with a smile.

“Yes… Really, Ariel.” It was then that the food finally arrived, hot and steaming - bringing with it an aroma that caused both Guila and Ariel's stomach to grumble. This time, the two of them laughed.

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“Dinner was amazing, my dear.” Guila whispered, while wrapping her arm around his right, while Ariel held his left hand on the opposite side.

“I really liked the steak, Master! And the soup, too!”

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Contrary to how excitedly the Vulpina spoke, then scanned their bustling surroundings, Guila was both emotionally and mentally exhausted. But in a good way. Now, she just wanted to spend the rest of the day with them. Eventually, they ascended one last flight of stairs, and saw their suite right ahead of them. Along with a familiar, spiky-haired figure. Dressed in the exact same way as the Count.

"Good evening, Lord Hiiro!” Guila greeted him as he approached, and he responded with a nod. He and the Count then exchanged some words, but Guila couldn't focus on them, because Ariel had approached and asked her a question.

“Sir Hiiro is the ‘Emperor's Strongest Spear’, right?”

“Yes, I guess you were taught the stories then?”

“Umu.” Ariel nodded, then tiptoed to whisper in Guila's ear. “... um… can you ask him to teach me?” Before Guila could answer though, Hiiro turned to face them and grinned. “Sure, Ariel! We can use the nearby Safari as our training ground, too. But you really don’t have to whisper around me, okay? Think of me as your best friend.”

“U-un.” She was hesitant to respond; for whatever reason, Guila didn’t know. Rather than try to figure it out though, she pushed Ariel towards him and said. “Go ahead dear. Have fun. It’s still quite early anyway. We’ll wait for you.” Of course, the Vulpina remained shy, but once the Count gave her permission as well, she beamed brightly.

Soon enough, only Guila and the Count were left. There was really no need for words after that. He swept her off her feet, and they disappeared into the suite. She loved him. She really did love him. More than he’ll ever know. They kissed with passion that she'd never once spared him of, twirling their tongues together - savoring even her breathlessness as he stole her every gasp.

“....hahn…!” Her arms wrapped around his neck, while he held her close to his chest. Their heartbeats raced, and their breaths became ragged, eventually synchronizing once the Count made his way to a sofa.

Once Guila was on his lap, he made her sit with her back against his chest, and freed her bouncy, supple breasts from her tight dress. Eyes wide and with bated breath, she watched as he reached underneath her dress. With a jerk, she tensed up as his thick middle and index fingers pushed into her rapidly drenched pussy, while his other hand savagely squeezed and groped her. Every move of his fingers made her gasp and reduced her to quivering breaths, turning her into an instrument that produced sweet ecstasy.

“Hah… hahnn…! mmmgh!” She moaned through gritted teeth while drool dripped down her cheek.

“You love it when I do this, don't you?”

“T-that's because… you!!” Her mind kept flashing white and pink, as he pushed and scratched against her most sensitive spots. He knew everything about her, especially what she wanted most. Quickly, she neared her climax, and knowing exactly when he needed to, he pulled and twisted her nipple! “AhhhhnnnnnNNH!” She squirted so hard, her thick dress was more like gauze and it formed a pool on top. While everything underneath her was soaked, her crotch, the Count's hand, his pants, the sofa and the floor - all of it.

Too much. The pleasure was too much. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gasped repeatedly with unfocused eyes. But he wasn't done and she was forced to quickly regain some of her focus, when her legs were spread wide and she heard the sound of a zipper.

“Wait… what…?! I-!” Guila was now incoherent, her eyes rooted to her husband's stiff cock, which was thicker and longer than her forearm. “I just came-I…?!”

“I know.” He answered cooly, while he raised her by the thighs and lined her dripping pussy over his twitching cock.

The sight and sensation of it slowly pushing in, sent shivers down her spine. No matter how many times they did it, her fear never disappeared. Even more so, now that she was extremely sensitive. It was something that…. “Nnnnnngh!!!!” She lurched, as it reached her womb. But she still wasn't even halfway down. Still more to - she cried out as her belly distended and it pushed the air out of her lungs. Her heart was beating like a drum, so loud that she could barely even hear herself anymore. But she saw her progress clear as day, and the deeper he reached, the wider she unconsciously smiled. Until finally, smack, she was sitting on his lap once more. Guila hugged herself tight, squeezing his shaft, because she knew he liked it. Then, with trembling, terrified and yet excited breaths, she nodded.

“I-” She gasped, shaking like she was freezing, but she’d never felt hotter than when he was inside her. “... I'm ready..!”

She thought he'd begin immediately, but he leaned in and whispered once more. “Good girl. But, you still haven't told her you're sorry.”

“... eh…?” He held her with both hands by the waist and his fingertips pressed down - forming a line from her cleavage to her crotch. It took her a second to realize what he was planning, but once she did, all color drained from her cheeks. “Wait! Lord Count! I-”