Blade Of The Immortal Fan Fiction ❯ Abstinence Education ❯ Part Twenty-Seven ( Chapter 27 )
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By: Madame Manga 
Sleeping with the devil; how long can a bodyguard defend against his oldest bedfellow?
Anime/Manga: Blade Of The Immortal Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Sleeping with the devil; how long can a bodyguard defend against his oldest bedfellow?
Anime/Manga: Blade Of The Immortal Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.18.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
I'm sick, I tell you. SICK! (Well, I've got a virus and I'm popping 'Vitamin I' like candy, but that's probably beside the point.) This chapter had its setup ages ago, just by way of obscure warning. Yes, I plot and plan and rub my hands in gleeful anticipation of scenes like these...
Have fun. :D
Sleeping with the devil; how long can a bodyguard defend against his oldest bedfellow?
The characters and universe of Blade of the Immortal/Mugen no Junin are copyright by Hiroaki Samura and do not belong to me. Not one sen will come into my hands in consequence of this story.
Warnings for sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a sixteen-year-old female paired with an adult male. Not to mention buttfucking. Violence and dismemberment are legally required in any BotI fic, so be prepared.
Abstinence Education
by Madame Manga
Part Twenty-Seven
Dark: nothing but heat and darkness and the demands of her body. The light seemed to flee the room though the lantern still burned. She wanted to know everything now without a single place left to hide the truth. He had to search it out in her, leave nothing unquenched, or her secrets would consume her like a hidden smolder along her foundations. She whispered in his ears, clutching his head and clawing his back. Use her like he'd once threatened, show her exactly what marks he could inflict in the mercilessness of passion. He stripped her stark naked and tried to oblige, forcing her legs open with his and thrusting stiffened fingers deep into her. It wasn't enough–not half enough.
“More...harder...please...”
She wouldn't invite him to claim her virginity again; it had been unspeakably cruel of her to let him know so clearly that she would forget everything for him if he in turn forgot his honor. He couldn't have longed in his most hidden heart to let tears and pleas persuade him, could he?
Rin jerked and writhed against Manji's probing hand, desperately kissing him with her arms locked around his neck. His rigid henoko dug into her thigh almost to the point of pain, but he didn't move much. He wouldn't let her touch him yet, keeping himself shrouded in his clothing. All he seemed to want was absolute proof of her response. With every kiss he returned, every rolling clench of his muscles, he seemed to exult in her frantic desire. Still, she couldn't bring herself to the peak no matter how she guided his hands.
He licked and sucked her breasts, her navel, and then the top of her weeping cleft. Even his teeth lightly scraped against the shuddering little nub couldn't push her all the way there. He groaned, pulled his fingers from her and took her whole into his mouth. With his wet hand he stroked downwards and circled the tightly furled ridges of her chrysanthemum-flower. The opening contracted and relaxed, taking in the slick tip of his middle finger.
She screamed encouragement and tugged on his hair. Manji flexed the finger, then slowly pushed it in to the knuckle. Rin cried out, sharp pulses vibrating through her body. She hadn't thought she really liked this the first time he had demonstrated, but then found herself asking for it again just to make sure. So intense, even the gentlest entry to her most delicate and well-guarded passage. Feeling good wasn't the point–she longed to be filled and overwhelmed with that intensity until she forgot everything else. Though it still reached only a little way inside her skin, she was coming closer. She spread her legs wide and arched her back, pressing her bobo against his mouth.
Suddenly Manji abandoned her and sat up. Rin whined, but he looked around and seized her shoulder bag. Upending it and shaking it out on the floor, he searched among the scattering articles and grabbed an oblong wooden box.
Rin's eyes grew wide. Manji tossed the halves of the box over his shoulder and put the slender tortoiseshell harigata between his lips. He scrabbled among her belongings again and popped the lid off her pot of face cream. While he warmed the instrument in his mouth, he scooped out a thick blob of cream and massaged her opening.
He worked steadily inward, spreading her wider with every stroke of his fingers. Then he reversed the harigata to hold it in his teeth, coated it with another scoop of her cream and guided it slowly inside her. He knelt between her thighs and began to lick her bobo again, timing the strokes of his tongue with the penetration of the instrument.
Rin rolled her head in circles, lost in a dark dream of arousal. Why hadn't he ever done anything like this before? The harigata wasn't that much larger than Manji's finger, but it probed deeper and more smoothly. She remembered exactly how it had felt to have him take her with this proxy, the first time he had shown her how to go there in his arms. It wasn't the penetration alone, but the hand and the desire behind it that she wanted so much. Another person's will and warmth, pulling her along with him. Was that why both of them had dived so deep into the pleasures of her body?
The pleasure was almost nothing by itself–it was a connection, a river of feeling that flowed from one human being to another and back again. She wasn't a weak and frightened child, she was a woman, and she longed to give him all the proof of her strength he could take. She had to be brave enough to open herself as a conduit of passion.
“More,” she whispered, tugging on his hair. “More.”
He raised his head, his flushed face questioning.
“Big brother...I want to please you.”
Manji narrowed his eye and quirked the corners of his mouth.
“More than this–as much as you'll let...ohh!” Rin bucked and let out a high moan when he flicked at her little bean with the tip of his tongue and rotated the harigata inside her. “Tell me...what I–”
At the same time Manji raised his head again, she remembered just what she could do. He looked down at his hand on the penetrating instrument and slowly pulled back his lips from his teeth; immediately she realized he'd probably thought of it long before she had. Although he'd already done a great deal that could prepare her for the act, whether he had ever meant to urge her all the way was less clear.
Their gazes met for a moment. Manji's eye dilated. Before he looked away in half-shamed, half-proud evasiveness, he betrayed a flash of painful hunger that gripped her vitals.
Rin blushed like fire and rolled a little to the side. She took Manji's other hand and put it on her lower back, then hid her face.
Manji rose up on his knees and leaned forward, his body arching over hers. “Rin-chan, I told you–”
“It's not more than I can take. I can, Manji-sensei...” His thighs tightened; she felt rather than heard him take a shuddering breath. “Because you know how to do it right.” She took her hands from her face and gazed up at him. “Right?”
He squeezed his eye shut and fought to hold back something almost feral from his expression. Then he opened his mouth and looked at her from under his brows, his nostrils expanding with a sharp inhalation. “Yeah. I do.”
Rin's pulse began to pound at the base of her throat. He'd once threatened to make her beg for mercy...and promised that he would never hurt her. Her bodyguard would surely do everything to keep her safe no matter how treacherous the path he led her down, and so she couldn't be afraid. It still wasn't that one forbidden thing, she reminded herself. Not quite that, and so there was no line for them to cross...
Manji stayed where he was for a few moments, gazing at her and stroking her bottom. He gently squeezed and handled her flesh until her first flush of nervousness began to fade. Then he rolled to the side and sank down to lie behind her. Rin felt his lips on the back of her neck and quivered all over. Like how he had held her on a bed of pine needles, such a short eternity ago...
He didn't move the harigata now, but left it still within her while he parted his clothing and loosened his fundoshi. His erection rose and lay in the cleft between her buttocks. He reached over her hip and began to stroke her bobo, using a quick, firm touch that made her arch her back and moan. So close now, just from asking him to take her with him.
Manji kissed and licked her ear and cheek, then turned her face slightly upwards and pressed his lips to hers. She was gasping now, her hips rocking against his hand. When she reached her peak, he breathed in her cries and shifted to oil himself with the rest of the cream. He was shaking, but suppressing it. The empty pot rolled across the floor and turned over.
“You trust...me? Little sister?” He began to withdraw the harigata with care.
“I...trust you.” She whispered it, so limp that she could barely make a sound.
Manji grunted. “Don't take it too far.”
“What...?”
“I'll be as careful as I remember to, but it's your little ketsu.” The instrument left her and he tossed it aside. When he kissed her cheek again, his breath made a sharp rasp across her ear. “Now's the time to change your mind–”
Rin twisted to look at him with a hint of defiance. “I'm not going to.”
Manji gave her a slow, hot grin and gripped the back of her upper thigh to open her.
The blunt head of Manji's rampant henoko was larger than the slim harigata, and despite his preparation and the smooth slip of the cream, her small entrance resisted him for a few moments. A sharp sensation prickled her. This part of her was coy and reluctant and needed careful coaxing. She couldn't consciously open herself; she had to give in and let her body do what it wanted. All of her muscles had relaxed with her release, however, and just when the pressure crossed the edge into a smart and then outright pain, she felt a sudden yielding. Rin moaned as her body accepted him and drew him in.
Manji's hands clamped on her thighs. He echoed her moan, exhaling into her hair. “Ohh, fuck...”
A wave of weakness tingled through her, like bubbles rising in a pot coming to the boil. She could hardly distinguish between the shock to her delicate parts and the shock to her mind and nerves. Manji had put his henoko inside her.
He hadn't gone very deep yet, but his invading organ forced her narrow opening to widen and spread around it. For a few moments Rin could hardly bear the ragged edge of sensation. She bit down on her lower lip to keep silent, tears stinging her eyes. This was too much–he'd been right the first time–she was going to have to beg him to stop if he did anything at all.
Manji kissed her shoulders and neck and massaged her thighs. He breathed with a heavy rasping sound, but he didn't move, just waited. In stages her body relaxed again, her jangled nerves quieting. The raw sharpness ebbed enough to let her discover another feeling that lurked underneath the sheer strangeness of this penetration. Rin took deep breaths to let it seep through her body. Every pore in her skin seemed to dilate, every limb tingled to the marrow.
When she began to roll her hips against him, Manji covered her body with his. Hands slid down her arms and clasped her wrists; his chest heaved against her back. Her passage embraced him, yielding to his shaft as he pressed deeper, and deeper still. Extraordinary dark pleasure crept through her like the circulation of her blood, and her voice crooned a wordless song of desire.
She felt helpless, possessed, and yet immensely powerful. This was what she had wanted, in every detail. Now she was able to match him, to take him as he took her. Though the flesh of her thighs and buttocks felt all on fire, for the first time her body felt as strong in its own way as his. Manji had told her this was a man's act, but even as a woman she could withstand as much.
She could even draw pleasure from it, which she had only partly suspected. Rin gave a voluptuous sigh and rolled her head backwards. Her hair brushed Manji's face and he buried his nose in it. Though he was obviously aroused, his manner seemed controlled, even a little tense.
“Ma...Manji...is it–do you like it? With...me?”
He laughed and quivered at the same time; she felt his heartbeat and hers mingling at the root of her spine. “God.”
Manji braced a hand on her stomach and nuzzled the side of her neck. Rin turned her head and he kissed her on the mouth. Not in triumph, exactly, but with focused will. He reached lower and gently massaged her bobo. “You...OK? Going real easy...”
“Uh-huh.”
Hips moving back now, his hard oiled shaft withdrawing a little way. She felt him tremble, as if the effort of restraint was almost too much to bear, and he pressed back in. He seemed to be concentrating on the mechanics of penetration, lightly nipping the nape of her neck to hold her in place and easing himself deeper. The burning in her thighs spread and softened. She felt incapable of resistance; there was no pain at all now, only an overwhelming heated languor. Manji murmured half-coherently in her ear, something about warning him if anything hurt.
In reply she only groaned. Deep silky twinges unfolded through her abdomen. Her stomach cramped and released, each spasm robbing her of tension. Her head fell limp against Manji's shoulder. He rolled her partly under him, one hand pressed into the crease of her thigh and the fingertips slowly working in the wet recesses of her cleft. He couldn't go any deeper, could he? One more slow thrust and she felt him come to rest; he let out a low sigh that seemed to betray every nuance of his feelings.
For several minutes he again moved very little except to rotate his pelvis in a slow circle. Manji nuzzled Rin's jaw and seemed to be listening to her moans with close attention. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his chest to her back and rolled upright with her. She ended up sitting in his lap while he knelt, his weight entirely off her but his arms supporting her. The position kept him from too deep a penetration but accentuated the fullness inside her; she let out a high soft cry and began to move.
He only guided her, leaning back on his heels and letting her determine the speed of thrusting. When her movements grew wild, he restrained her with a grip on her thighs. One hand delved between her legs again. His skin felt damp with sweat. Rin clutched his forearm across her stomach.
“Big...brother...please...tell me how much you...”
He moaned, squeezed a breast with his free hand and kissed her nape through her loose hair. “Sweet little...woman. So fucking good...”
“Tell me...”
“Hard to believe, Rin-chan–but I got my cock in you...all the way–” His hips suddenly bucked under her.
“Oh!”
“S-sorry...that hurt?”
“No...it's just–” Rin pressed his hand to her bobo and let out a piercing wail. “Manjiii!”
He moved faster at her urging, rubbing her cleft in circles while he plunged in and out in short strokes. Rin felt a seed of fire center itself in her pelvis. It bloomed into a pulse of tremendous heat, a lightless inferno. In his arms she'd felt many forms of pleasure, but now her whole body seemed consumed in flame. The heat surged through her over and over as if it would never stop coming. A series of choked screams erupted from her contracting throat and she sagged against Manji's chest.
He coaxed out her last tremors with his fingers and made a breathy growl in her ear. She knew that sound very well–he probably needed only a few more moments to go there. But as her body cooled, his fully swollen hardness inside her began to feel like an intrusion. She stiffened slightly, determined not to betray any discomfort no matter what he had said.
Manji wrapped his arms around her waist again, lunged forward and laid her face down on the futon. With her bottom in the air and her head resting on her arms, his henoko seemed to slide more easily in her narrow passage. Warm droplets hit her back as Manji pumped his hips, sweat pouring down his torso. He pressed deeper than ever with accelerating strokes and she gasped.
“Dammit...” He groaned and slowed down, going a little shallower. “What... th' hell am I doin'?”
“M-Manji?”
“I'm... an idiot, woman. Gone just plain crazy...” He gave a helpless moan.
Rin quivered all over, heat kindling again in the core of her body. She wished she could see his face.
“You really... want it? Want... me?”
“Yes... please.”
“God... so damn hot... Rin-chan–” He spoke in gasps. Rin arched her back, moving with him and feeling as lost as he sounded. “You... fucking you. I'm... inside you... beautiful... hot little–” He let out a sudden loud grunt, then howled and drilled his fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs. “Fuck, yeah!”
Thrusting hard and fast, he rammed his hips against her bottom until Rin whimpered at the friction and violent shaking. How was this going to feel in the morning? As Manji spent his seed in her body, she regained enough clarity of mind to suffer a quick flare of awareness.
In the morning?
Manji's sweaty weight knocked Rin flat to the mattress. Her body quickly expelled his shrinking organ, but he remained where he was for several minutes, lying over her and muttering inaudible endearments into her hair. When she stirred he roused himself slightly, rolled over and reclined next to her, the curve of his body wrapped around hers.
Sweat and seed grew cold on her skin and on the futon cover where she huddled; Rin shivered. Manji's arm swooped down over her. He pulled her against his torso and cupped one hand to make a cradle for a breast. He let her reach for some paper tissues, but kept her close and covered while she cleaned herself. Then he wound a long muscular leg between hers and locked their bodies together.
Rin felt warmer now, but also half crushed. For some reason Manji's body seemed heavier than usual, his grip stronger. She wriggled to take some of his weight off her lungs and he reluctantly gave her a little room. Fading rapidly, she let her head droop against his arm, but tried to fight her exhaustion. “Manji...what did we just–what does–”
“Go to sleep, woman.” He snuffed the lantern and spoke once more in the darkness, his voice soft and raw. “It's been one long fucking day.”
Continued...
Have fun. :D
Sleeping with the devil; how long can a bodyguard defend against his oldest bedfellow?
The characters and universe of Blade of the Immortal/Mugen no Junin are copyright by Hiroaki Samura and do not belong to me. Not one sen will come into my hands in consequence of this story.
Warnings for sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a sixteen-year-old female paired with an adult male. Not to mention buttfucking. Violence and dismemberment are legally required in any BotI fic, so be prepared.
Abstinence Education
by Madame Manga
Part Twenty-Seven
Dark: nothing but heat and darkness and the demands of her body. The light seemed to flee the room though the lantern still burned. She wanted to know everything now without a single place left to hide the truth. He had to search it out in her, leave nothing unquenched, or her secrets would consume her like a hidden smolder along her foundations. She whispered in his ears, clutching his head and clawing his back. Use her like he'd once threatened, show her exactly what marks he could inflict in the mercilessness of passion. He stripped her stark naked and tried to oblige, forcing her legs open with his and thrusting stiffened fingers deep into her. It wasn't enough–not half enough.
“More...harder...please...”
She wouldn't invite him to claim her virginity again; it had been unspeakably cruel of her to let him know so clearly that she would forget everything for him if he in turn forgot his honor. He couldn't have longed in his most hidden heart to let tears and pleas persuade him, could he?
Rin jerked and writhed against Manji's probing hand, desperately kissing him with her arms locked around his neck. His rigid henoko dug into her thigh almost to the point of pain, but he didn't move much. He wouldn't let her touch him yet, keeping himself shrouded in his clothing. All he seemed to want was absolute proof of her response. With every kiss he returned, every rolling clench of his muscles, he seemed to exult in her frantic desire. Still, she couldn't bring herself to the peak no matter how she guided his hands.
He licked and sucked her breasts, her navel, and then the top of her weeping cleft. Even his teeth lightly scraped against the shuddering little nub couldn't push her all the way there. He groaned, pulled his fingers from her and took her whole into his mouth. With his wet hand he stroked downwards and circled the tightly furled ridges of her chrysanthemum-flower. The opening contracted and relaxed, taking in the slick tip of his middle finger.
She screamed encouragement and tugged on his hair. Manji flexed the finger, then slowly pushed it in to the knuckle. Rin cried out, sharp pulses vibrating through her body. She hadn't thought she really liked this the first time he had demonstrated, but then found herself asking for it again just to make sure. So intense, even the gentlest entry to her most delicate and well-guarded passage. Feeling good wasn't the point–she longed to be filled and overwhelmed with that intensity until she forgot everything else. Though it still reached only a little way inside her skin, she was coming closer. She spread her legs wide and arched her back, pressing her bobo against his mouth.
Suddenly Manji abandoned her and sat up. Rin whined, but he looked around and seized her shoulder bag. Upending it and shaking it out on the floor, he searched among the scattering articles and grabbed an oblong wooden box.
Rin's eyes grew wide. Manji tossed the halves of the box over his shoulder and put the slender tortoiseshell harigata between his lips. He scrabbled among her belongings again and popped the lid off her pot of face cream. While he warmed the instrument in his mouth, he scooped out a thick blob of cream and massaged her opening.
He worked steadily inward, spreading her wider with every stroke of his fingers. Then he reversed the harigata to hold it in his teeth, coated it with another scoop of her cream and guided it slowly inside her. He knelt between her thighs and began to lick her bobo again, timing the strokes of his tongue with the penetration of the instrument.
Rin rolled her head in circles, lost in a dark dream of arousal. Why hadn't he ever done anything like this before? The harigata wasn't that much larger than Manji's finger, but it probed deeper and more smoothly. She remembered exactly how it had felt to have him take her with this proxy, the first time he had shown her how to go there in his arms. It wasn't the penetration alone, but the hand and the desire behind it that she wanted so much. Another person's will and warmth, pulling her along with him. Was that why both of them had dived so deep into the pleasures of her body?
The pleasure was almost nothing by itself–it was a connection, a river of feeling that flowed from one human being to another and back again. She wasn't a weak and frightened child, she was a woman, and she longed to give him all the proof of her strength he could take. She had to be brave enough to open herself as a conduit of passion.
“More,” she whispered, tugging on his hair. “More.”
He raised his head, his flushed face questioning.
“Big brother...I want to please you.”
Manji narrowed his eye and quirked the corners of his mouth.
“More than this–as much as you'll let...ohh!” Rin bucked and let out a high moan when he flicked at her little bean with the tip of his tongue and rotated the harigata inside her. “Tell me...what I–”
At the same time Manji raised his head again, she remembered just what she could do. He looked down at his hand on the penetrating instrument and slowly pulled back his lips from his teeth; immediately she realized he'd probably thought of it long before she had. Although he'd already done a great deal that could prepare her for the act, whether he had ever meant to urge her all the way was less clear.
Their gazes met for a moment. Manji's eye dilated. Before he looked away in half-shamed, half-proud evasiveness, he betrayed a flash of painful hunger that gripped her vitals.
Rin blushed like fire and rolled a little to the side. She took Manji's other hand and put it on her lower back, then hid her face.
Manji rose up on his knees and leaned forward, his body arching over hers. “Rin-chan, I told you–”
“It's not more than I can take. I can, Manji-sensei...” His thighs tightened; she felt rather than heard him take a shuddering breath. “Because you know how to do it right.” She took her hands from her face and gazed up at him. “Right?”
He squeezed his eye shut and fought to hold back something almost feral from his expression. Then he opened his mouth and looked at her from under his brows, his nostrils expanding with a sharp inhalation. “Yeah. I do.”
Rin's pulse began to pound at the base of her throat. He'd once threatened to make her beg for mercy...and promised that he would never hurt her. Her bodyguard would surely do everything to keep her safe no matter how treacherous the path he led her down, and so she couldn't be afraid. It still wasn't that one forbidden thing, she reminded herself. Not quite that, and so there was no line for them to cross...
Manji stayed where he was for a few moments, gazing at her and stroking her bottom. He gently squeezed and handled her flesh until her first flush of nervousness began to fade. Then he rolled to the side and sank down to lie behind her. Rin felt his lips on the back of her neck and quivered all over. Like how he had held her on a bed of pine needles, such a short eternity ago...
He didn't move the harigata now, but left it still within her while he parted his clothing and loosened his fundoshi. His erection rose and lay in the cleft between her buttocks. He reached over her hip and began to stroke her bobo, using a quick, firm touch that made her arch her back and moan. So close now, just from asking him to take her with him.
Manji kissed and licked her ear and cheek, then turned her face slightly upwards and pressed his lips to hers. She was gasping now, her hips rocking against his hand. When she reached her peak, he breathed in her cries and shifted to oil himself with the rest of the cream. He was shaking, but suppressing it. The empty pot rolled across the floor and turned over.
“You trust...me? Little sister?” He began to withdraw the harigata with care.
“I...trust you.” She whispered it, so limp that she could barely make a sound.
Manji grunted. “Don't take it too far.”
“What...?”
“I'll be as careful as I remember to, but it's your little ketsu.” The instrument left her and he tossed it aside. When he kissed her cheek again, his breath made a sharp rasp across her ear. “Now's the time to change your mind–”
Rin twisted to look at him with a hint of defiance. “I'm not going to.”
Manji gave her a slow, hot grin and gripped the back of her upper thigh to open her.
The blunt head of Manji's rampant henoko was larger than the slim harigata, and despite his preparation and the smooth slip of the cream, her small entrance resisted him for a few moments. A sharp sensation prickled her. This part of her was coy and reluctant and needed careful coaxing. She couldn't consciously open herself; she had to give in and let her body do what it wanted. All of her muscles had relaxed with her release, however, and just when the pressure crossed the edge into a smart and then outright pain, she felt a sudden yielding. Rin moaned as her body accepted him and drew him in.
Manji's hands clamped on her thighs. He echoed her moan, exhaling into her hair. “Ohh, fuck...”
A wave of weakness tingled through her, like bubbles rising in a pot coming to the boil. She could hardly distinguish between the shock to her delicate parts and the shock to her mind and nerves. Manji had put his henoko inside her.
He hadn't gone very deep yet, but his invading organ forced her narrow opening to widen and spread around it. For a few moments Rin could hardly bear the ragged edge of sensation. She bit down on her lower lip to keep silent, tears stinging her eyes. This was too much–he'd been right the first time–she was going to have to beg him to stop if he did anything at all.
Manji kissed her shoulders and neck and massaged her thighs. He breathed with a heavy rasping sound, but he didn't move, just waited. In stages her body relaxed again, her jangled nerves quieting. The raw sharpness ebbed enough to let her discover another feeling that lurked underneath the sheer strangeness of this penetration. Rin took deep breaths to let it seep through her body. Every pore in her skin seemed to dilate, every limb tingled to the marrow.
When she began to roll her hips against him, Manji covered her body with his. Hands slid down her arms and clasped her wrists; his chest heaved against her back. Her passage embraced him, yielding to his shaft as he pressed deeper, and deeper still. Extraordinary dark pleasure crept through her like the circulation of her blood, and her voice crooned a wordless song of desire.
She felt helpless, possessed, and yet immensely powerful. This was what she had wanted, in every detail. Now she was able to match him, to take him as he took her. Though the flesh of her thighs and buttocks felt all on fire, for the first time her body felt as strong in its own way as his. Manji had told her this was a man's act, but even as a woman she could withstand as much.
She could even draw pleasure from it, which she had only partly suspected. Rin gave a voluptuous sigh and rolled her head backwards. Her hair brushed Manji's face and he buried his nose in it. Though he was obviously aroused, his manner seemed controlled, even a little tense.
“Ma...Manji...is it–do you like it? With...me?”
He laughed and quivered at the same time; she felt his heartbeat and hers mingling at the root of her spine. “God.”
Manji braced a hand on her stomach and nuzzled the side of her neck. Rin turned her head and he kissed her on the mouth. Not in triumph, exactly, but with focused will. He reached lower and gently massaged her bobo. “You...OK? Going real easy...”
“Uh-huh.”
Hips moving back now, his hard oiled shaft withdrawing a little way. She felt him tremble, as if the effort of restraint was almost too much to bear, and he pressed back in. He seemed to be concentrating on the mechanics of penetration, lightly nipping the nape of her neck to hold her in place and easing himself deeper. The burning in her thighs spread and softened. She felt incapable of resistance; there was no pain at all now, only an overwhelming heated languor. Manji murmured half-coherently in her ear, something about warning him if anything hurt.
In reply she only groaned. Deep silky twinges unfolded through her abdomen. Her stomach cramped and released, each spasm robbing her of tension. Her head fell limp against Manji's shoulder. He rolled her partly under him, one hand pressed into the crease of her thigh and the fingertips slowly working in the wet recesses of her cleft. He couldn't go any deeper, could he? One more slow thrust and she felt him come to rest; he let out a low sigh that seemed to betray every nuance of his feelings.
For several minutes he again moved very little except to rotate his pelvis in a slow circle. Manji nuzzled Rin's jaw and seemed to be listening to her moans with close attention. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his chest to her back and rolled upright with her. She ended up sitting in his lap while he knelt, his weight entirely off her but his arms supporting her. The position kept him from too deep a penetration but accentuated the fullness inside her; she let out a high soft cry and began to move.
He only guided her, leaning back on his heels and letting her determine the speed of thrusting. When her movements grew wild, he restrained her with a grip on her thighs. One hand delved between her legs again. His skin felt damp with sweat. Rin clutched his forearm across her stomach.
“Big...brother...please...tell me how much you...”
He moaned, squeezed a breast with his free hand and kissed her nape through her loose hair. “Sweet little...woman. So fucking good...”
“Tell me...”
“Hard to believe, Rin-chan–but I got my cock in you...all the way–” His hips suddenly bucked under her.
“Oh!”
“S-sorry...that hurt?”
“No...it's just–” Rin pressed his hand to her bobo and let out a piercing wail. “Manjiii!”
He moved faster at her urging, rubbing her cleft in circles while he plunged in and out in short strokes. Rin felt a seed of fire center itself in her pelvis. It bloomed into a pulse of tremendous heat, a lightless inferno. In his arms she'd felt many forms of pleasure, but now her whole body seemed consumed in flame. The heat surged through her over and over as if it would never stop coming. A series of choked screams erupted from her contracting throat and she sagged against Manji's chest.
He coaxed out her last tremors with his fingers and made a breathy growl in her ear. She knew that sound very well–he probably needed only a few more moments to go there. But as her body cooled, his fully swollen hardness inside her began to feel like an intrusion. She stiffened slightly, determined not to betray any discomfort no matter what he had said.
Manji wrapped his arms around her waist again, lunged forward and laid her face down on the futon. With her bottom in the air and her head resting on her arms, his henoko seemed to slide more easily in her narrow passage. Warm droplets hit her back as Manji pumped his hips, sweat pouring down his torso. He pressed deeper than ever with accelerating strokes and she gasped.
“Dammit...” He groaned and slowed down, going a little shallower. “What... th' hell am I doin'?”
“M-Manji?”
“I'm... an idiot, woman. Gone just plain crazy...” He gave a helpless moan.
Rin quivered all over, heat kindling again in the core of her body. She wished she could see his face.
“You really... want it? Want... me?”
“Yes... please.”
“God... so damn hot... Rin-chan–” He spoke in gasps. Rin arched her back, moving with him and feeling as lost as he sounded. “You... fucking you. I'm... inside you... beautiful... hot little–” He let out a sudden loud grunt, then howled and drilled his fingers into the tender flesh of her thighs. “Fuck, yeah!”
Thrusting hard and fast, he rammed his hips against her bottom until Rin whimpered at the friction and violent shaking. How was this going to feel in the morning? As Manji spent his seed in her body, she regained enough clarity of mind to suffer a quick flare of awareness.
In the morning?
Manji's sweaty weight knocked Rin flat to the mattress. Her body quickly expelled his shrinking organ, but he remained where he was for several minutes, lying over her and muttering inaudible endearments into her hair. When she stirred he roused himself slightly, rolled over and reclined next to her, the curve of his body wrapped around hers.
Sweat and seed grew cold on her skin and on the futon cover where she huddled; Rin shivered. Manji's arm swooped down over her. He pulled her against his torso and cupped one hand to make a cradle for a breast. He let her reach for some paper tissues, but kept her close and covered while she cleaned herself. Then he wound a long muscular leg between hers and locked their bodies together.
Rin felt warmer now, but also half crushed. For some reason Manji's body seemed heavier than usual, his grip stronger. She wriggled to take some of his weight off her lungs and he reluctantly gave her a little room. Fading rapidly, she let her head droop against his arm, but tried to fight her exhaustion. “Manji...what did we just–what does–”
“Go to sleep, woman.” He snuffed the lantern and spoke once more in the darkness, his voice soft and raw. “It's been one long fucking day.”
Continued...