Blade Of The Immortal Fan Fiction ❯ Abstinence Education ❯ Part Six ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Madame Manga 
Manji's literally got a minor dilemma on his hands, but he's got some ideas on how to resolve it.
Anime/Manga: Blade Of The Immortal Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.30.2005 | Updated On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Manji's literally got a minor dilemma on his hands, but he's got some ideas on how to resolve it.
Anime/Manga: Blade Of The Immortal Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.30.2005 | Updated On: 02.28.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
[Updated 2-12-07]
Manji's literally got a minor dilemma on his hands, but he's got some ideas on how to resolve it.
Characters and universe are copyrighted by Hiroaki Samura and do not belong to me. Not one sen will come into my hands in consequence of this story.
Squick warnings: Sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a 16-year-old female paired with an adult male.
Abstinence Education
by Madame Manga
Part Six
“AHH!” Rin screamed again in even greater terror. She tried to wriggle out of Manji’s embrace and cover her nudity at the same time, but he only pulled her closer. Something about the way he held her seemed meant to be reassuring, as if he wanted to soothe rather than subdue her. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, and he reached over her hip and took hold of the hand that still held the harigata.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Rin squeezed her eyes shut and prayed. Not Manji – not her friend and protector – who had warned her never to trust a man where sex was concerned. Not even him!
“I won’t hurt you, little sister.” He spoke into her loosened hair and kissed the back of her neck again, his hot breath burning her skin. “So you want to make me feel good, huh? I’m not waiting for any more invitations.”
“You… please… you aren’t going to…?” Rin twisted her head around to look at him.
“You mean, am I gonna act like a bandit?” He got up on one elbow and quirked a brow at her. “Sorry; guess I kinda surprised you.”
“Yeah…” She gave a shaky laugh. “I – I didn’t expect – ”
“No? God, girl, when I heard you talking that way…” Manji took a deep breath through his mouth. He curled his warm fingers around her wrist, making the harigata twitch inside her. To her shock, she realized Manji’s belt was loose and his clothing slipping open. “Didn’t you figure I was behind that tree?”
“No!” Rin’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh.” Manji’s avid expression fell slightly, but he didn’t withdraw from her. His gaze fell to her exposed breasts and his own hand holding hers. Entwined together, their fingers almost touched her maidenhair. Manji’s ribcage expanded against her back; she felt a tremor in his breathing. He half sat up and bent forward.
“Err…” Rin blinked up at him with huge eyes as his face came closer to hers and his weight on her torso pressed her into the bed of pine needles. “Th-then… what are you…?”
Manji’s nose twitched. Maybe her frightened reaction had deflected the full force of his intentions, but he seemed to know neither what he meant to do, nor how to stop himself from doing it. He clenched his jaw, met her gaze for a moment, then darted his head down and abruptly kissed her on the mouth.
Rin arched her neck and made a muffled sound of surprise. Days of frustration seemed to fuel that kiss, as if Manji expected that she would shove him away in another moment and he had to grasp what little he could before she escaped him. Rin’s own pent-up arousal rose to a boil. Her yojimbo wanted her beyond all doubt; his body felt hot and tense in contact with hers. Her limbs seemed lax and heavy by contrast, as if she moved in a dream. She moaned in her throat and let her lips open for him; Manji hesitated for an instant, then plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.
For a minute or two, all Rin could hear over the thump of her heart and Manji’s harsh breathing was the sharp, liquid sounds of his thirsty kisses, like drops of water shattering on stone. Though her fear and resistance had almost dissolved, she still felt disoriented. What on earth could happen now?
When Manji raised his head and opened his eye, he seemed to have conceived some fresh idea. His face flushed, he slid his fingers along Rin’s hand until he could take hold of the harigata.
“Here, let me take over with that.” He smiled at her. “You just lie back and enjoy.”
Trembling, Rin obeyed and let go. Manji grasped the harigata, gradually pushed it in and made a few shallow thrusts. Rin’s stomach quaked, her breathing coming in broken little sobs. This was a ferociously different experience from doing it herself – Manji was virtually possessing her body, if only by proxy, and her responses frightened her. But his movements were slow and smooth with his lips nuzzling her ear, and in a few moments she calmed down. Almost involuntarily her hips began to sway in rhythm.
“Yeah… there we go…” Manji whispered in her ear, his voice husky. “Like it?”
“Ohh…”
“Or… should I try something else?” He licked her ear. “Plenty of options...”
“Ohh… I mean… oh, Manji-san… could you, um, keep doing that…?”
“Sure thing.” He pushed the harigata slightly inside her, then suddenly drove it deeper until she gasped. His mouth came down on hers again for a moment and he threw one leg between her thighs. “Yeah. Make some noise for me…”
He thrust hard and fast, kissing her nape. She had never tried such vigorous stimulation before, and the effect made her cry out in astonished pleasure. But the closeness of Manji’s body, his smell and warmth… those were the real sources of her excitement. Rin arched her head against his shoulder, rubbing her skull back and forth over the hard prominence of his collarbone. Her vision whirled; she bucked her pelvis to meet his moving hand and the penetrating instrument. Her bottom pressed into Manji’s groin and he gave an answering rock of the hips. Against her flesh she felt something hard, cushioned by a few layers of cloth between them.
Manji shifted again, rolled her partly on top of him and placed two fingers in her cleft, still thrusting with the other hand. “You know what gets you there yet? Tell me if there’s something you want.”
“N… no… I don’t know.”
“OK, we’ll figure it out. Can’t neglect that part of your education, little sister.”
Manji stroked her, his calloused fingers rubbing the most sensitive parts of her bobo. Rin whimpered, thrashing in his arms and arching her back. Then suddenly he dumped her off, pulled out the harigata and tossed it aside. She tried to protest, but he knelt between her thighs and yanked his kosode off his shoulders to bare his torso. Then he pushed her knees up, lay down and put his face in her groin.
When his hot tongue surged along her cleft, Rin jerked, screamed and threw her head back. “Manji! What are you – ?”
He engulfed her again with even greater appetite, sucking and swallowing and growling against her tender, swollen parts. His fingers dug into her buttocks and he clamped her pelvis to his mouth while she rolled and bucked, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensations. Then his stabbing tongue softened and he lapped more gently, with a sliding, liquid warmth. Rin relaxed in relief and he tickled the firm little bean at the top of her cleft with the tip of his tongue.
The noises she was making surprised her. Strange low-pitched moans and grunts, coupled with high squeals through her nose. She sounded like some sort of animal, and maybe that was what she was at the moment. A feeling, desiring young female animal, craving and shying away at the same time, locked in a kind of combat with the importunate, hungry male. Rin’s feet kicked at Manji’s naked shoulders and back, hard blows as if she meant it. Ignoring the battering she was giving him, he settled down to a strong, rolling rhythm of lips and tongue. He rocked her pelvis up and back and wedged his hands under her ribcage to keep her in position.
A peculiar feeling crept over her: oddly distant, as if she were hovering above her own body and watching Manji devour her like a starving man who had stolen a feast. She heard herself groaning, the world tumbled into chaos, and she came back to consciousness with her hands twisted in Manji’s rough hair and every muscle jerking and relaxing.
He raised his head and grinned at her, not without a definite air of self-satisfaction. “Yeah? How’d you like it?”
“W-w-was that it?”
“Sure sounded like it to me.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “First time? I’m honored.”
“Oh… that was… just…” She smiled dazedly at him. “What were you doing?”
“Going down on you.” He took a deep sniff of her soaking hair. “Damn, your little cunt’s even sweeter than I thought it would be…”
Rin giggled and tried to clamp her legs together, but Manji held them open and kissed her bobo again. “Sweet? Like candy?”
“Mmm… not exactly.” His voice was muffled. “I ain’t into candy myself…”
“But you like, uh, this?”
He greedily slurped the length of her cleft, making her jerk and gasp. “Oh! Manji, I’m still all tingly…”
“Just the way I want it,” was all he said.
Continued...
Manji's literally got a minor dilemma on his hands, but he's got some ideas on how to resolve it.
Characters and universe are copyrighted by Hiroaki Samura and do not belong to me. Not one sen will come into my hands in consequence of this story.
Squick warnings: Sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a 16-year-old female paired with an adult male.
Abstinence Education
by Madame Manga
Part Six
“AHH!” Rin screamed again in even greater terror. She tried to wriggle out of Manji’s embrace and cover her nudity at the same time, but he only pulled her closer. Something about the way he held her seemed meant to be reassuring, as if he wanted to soothe rather than subdue her. She felt his lips on the back of her neck, and he reached over her hip and took hold of the hand that still held the harigata.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Rin squeezed her eyes shut and prayed. Not Manji – not her friend and protector – who had warned her never to trust a man where sex was concerned. Not even him!
“I won’t hurt you, little sister.” He spoke into her loosened hair and kissed the back of her neck again, his hot breath burning her skin. “So you want to make me feel good, huh? I’m not waiting for any more invitations.”
“You… please… you aren’t going to…?” Rin twisted her head around to look at him.
“You mean, am I gonna act like a bandit?” He got up on one elbow and quirked a brow at her. “Sorry; guess I kinda surprised you.”
“Yeah…” She gave a shaky laugh. “I – I didn’t expect – ”
“No? God, girl, when I heard you talking that way…” Manji took a deep breath through his mouth. He curled his warm fingers around her wrist, making the harigata twitch inside her. To her shock, she realized Manji’s belt was loose and his clothing slipping open. “Didn’t you figure I was behind that tree?”
“No!” Rin’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh.” Manji’s avid expression fell slightly, but he didn’t withdraw from her. His gaze fell to her exposed breasts and his own hand holding hers. Entwined together, their fingers almost touched her maidenhair. Manji’s ribcage expanded against her back; she felt a tremor in his breathing. He half sat up and bent forward.
“Err…” Rin blinked up at him with huge eyes as his face came closer to hers and his weight on her torso pressed her into the bed of pine needles. “Th-then… what are you…?”
Manji’s nose twitched. Maybe her frightened reaction had deflected the full force of his intentions, but he seemed to know neither what he meant to do, nor how to stop himself from doing it. He clenched his jaw, met her gaze for a moment, then darted his head down and abruptly kissed her on the mouth.
Rin arched her neck and made a muffled sound of surprise. Days of frustration seemed to fuel that kiss, as if Manji expected that she would shove him away in another moment and he had to grasp what little he could before she escaped him. Rin’s own pent-up arousal rose to a boil. Her yojimbo wanted her beyond all doubt; his body felt hot and tense in contact with hers. Her limbs seemed lax and heavy by contrast, as if she moved in a dream. She moaned in her throat and let her lips open for him; Manji hesitated for an instant, then plunged his tongue deep into her mouth.
For a minute or two, all Rin could hear over the thump of her heart and Manji’s harsh breathing was the sharp, liquid sounds of his thirsty kisses, like drops of water shattering on stone. Though her fear and resistance had almost dissolved, she still felt disoriented. What on earth could happen now?
When Manji raised his head and opened his eye, he seemed to have conceived some fresh idea. His face flushed, he slid his fingers along Rin’s hand until he could take hold of the harigata.
“Here, let me take over with that.” He smiled at her. “You just lie back and enjoy.”
Trembling, Rin obeyed and let go. Manji grasped the harigata, gradually pushed it in and made a few shallow thrusts. Rin’s stomach quaked, her breathing coming in broken little sobs. This was a ferociously different experience from doing it herself – Manji was virtually possessing her body, if only by proxy, and her responses frightened her. But his movements were slow and smooth with his lips nuzzling her ear, and in a few moments she calmed down. Almost involuntarily her hips began to sway in rhythm.
“Yeah… there we go…” Manji whispered in her ear, his voice husky. “Like it?”
“Ohh…”
“Or… should I try something else?” He licked her ear. “Plenty of options...”
“Ohh… I mean… oh, Manji-san… could you, um, keep doing that…?”
“Sure thing.” He pushed the harigata slightly inside her, then suddenly drove it deeper until she gasped. His mouth came down on hers again for a moment and he threw one leg between her thighs. “Yeah. Make some noise for me…”
He thrust hard and fast, kissing her nape. She had never tried such vigorous stimulation before, and the effect made her cry out in astonished pleasure. But the closeness of Manji’s body, his smell and warmth… those were the real sources of her excitement. Rin arched her head against his shoulder, rubbing her skull back and forth over the hard prominence of his collarbone. Her vision whirled; she bucked her pelvis to meet his moving hand and the penetrating instrument. Her bottom pressed into Manji’s groin and he gave an answering rock of the hips. Against her flesh she felt something hard, cushioned by a few layers of cloth between them.
Manji shifted again, rolled her partly on top of him and placed two fingers in her cleft, still thrusting with the other hand. “You know what gets you there yet? Tell me if there’s something you want.”
“N… no… I don’t know.”
“OK, we’ll figure it out. Can’t neglect that part of your education, little sister.”
Manji stroked her, his calloused fingers rubbing the most sensitive parts of her bobo. Rin whimpered, thrashing in his arms and arching her back. Then suddenly he dumped her off, pulled out the harigata and tossed it aside. She tried to protest, but he knelt between her thighs and yanked his kosode off his shoulders to bare his torso. Then he pushed her knees up, lay down and put his face in her groin.
When his hot tongue surged along her cleft, Rin jerked, screamed and threw her head back. “Manji! What are you – ?”
He engulfed her again with even greater appetite, sucking and swallowing and growling against her tender, swollen parts. His fingers dug into her buttocks and he clamped her pelvis to his mouth while she rolled and bucked, trying to get away from the overwhelming sensations. Then his stabbing tongue softened and he lapped more gently, with a sliding, liquid warmth. Rin relaxed in relief and he tickled the firm little bean at the top of her cleft with the tip of his tongue.
The noises she was making surprised her. Strange low-pitched moans and grunts, coupled with high squeals through her nose. She sounded like some sort of animal, and maybe that was what she was at the moment. A feeling, desiring young female animal, craving and shying away at the same time, locked in a kind of combat with the importunate, hungry male. Rin’s feet kicked at Manji’s naked shoulders and back, hard blows as if she meant it. Ignoring the battering she was giving him, he settled down to a strong, rolling rhythm of lips and tongue. He rocked her pelvis up and back and wedged his hands under her ribcage to keep her in position.
A peculiar feeling crept over her: oddly distant, as if she were hovering above her own body and watching Manji devour her like a starving man who had stolen a feast. She heard herself groaning, the world tumbled into chaos, and she came back to consciousness with her hands twisted in Manji’s rough hair and every muscle jerking and relaxing.
He raised his head and grinned at her, not without a definite air of self-satisfaction. “Yeah? How’d you like it?”
“W-w-was that it?”
“Sure sounded like it to me.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “First time? I’m honored.”
“Oh… that was… just…” She smiled dazedly at him. “What were you doing?”
“Going down on you.” He took a deep sniff of her soaking hair. “Damn, your little cunt’s even sweeter than I thought it would be…”
Rin giggled and tried to clamp her legs together, but Manji held them open and kissed her bobo again. “Sweet? Like candy?”
“Mmm… not exactly.” His voice was muffled. “I ain’t into candy myself…”
“But you like, uh, this?”
He greedily slurped the length of her cleft, making her jerk and gasp. “Oh! Manji, I’m still all tingly…”
“Just the way I want it,” was all he said.
Continued...