Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Diary of a Smutty Sanzo ❯ June 15th-First Encounter ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Lian shows up the third day to fuss over her so-called ‘friend’.
Ayami had woken up earlier in the midday, starving half to death and thirsty and in dire need to get cleaned up. Lian claimed it should be her duty to see to it all, yet in my eyes, I find it her way of keeping me from getting too close.
She escorted Ayami to the bath, watched her get cleaned up, then brought her back to my room in fresh clothing.
We left her alone to eat without anyone pestering her, confident that she wouldn’t try anything drastic in our absence.

“You were scared, weren’t you?”
I jut my jaw out at Lian’s assumption. “A little, yes.”
She giggles girlishly, whereas I find nothing to giggle about.
How can the brat be so damned upbeat after her ‘friend’ had just tried to commit suicide days before?
She blocks me from walking away.
“It’s ok to be scared sometimes, Sanzo. It makes us more human- or is that what you’re really afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid.” I sigh heavily, rolling my eyes toward her.
“You still care…I know how you still feel about her. Had it been me, I’d have been dumped a long time ago.”
Sometimes Lian just pisses me off. Nevertheless, I play into it a bit.
“When did Ayami become such a frail person? That’s…not how she used to be.”
“Depression.”
That I found difficult to believe.
“She seemed happy to me.”
Another laugh.
“Ayami is good at hiding these things. I mean, think about it- born into a whore’s society, broken hearted at the hands of two men who claimed they’d love her forever, then forced to move back into a situation she tried to escape because her landlord tried to burn down her home. Not to mention she had agreed to an engagement that never should have been and broke it because Gojyo found someone else more interesting.”
“So she tried to kill herself.” I mutter, still finding it hard to think about.
“…Does that make her weak?” Lian asks, almost too hopefully.
She wants me to say yes, to give her a reason why I would wash my hands of Ayami completely.
I refuse an answer- there is no need to say what we both know I’m thinking.
“I’m going to my room, Sanzo. Care to join me?”
She winks at me and I scowl.
Once more she pouts at me and I return to my room as well, having briefly forgotten that Ayami was inside.

She stands at the picture window in a summer kimono- an imported gift from Hakkai some time ago.
It clings to her body in the right places, accentuating the swell of her chest and the dip of her waist, the curves of her hips, the silver and pink fabric glittering beneath the sun rays.
Ayami looks healthier than the night I held her, bleeding, in my arms…dying. Yet her face bears a somberness, a weak sadness that I despise.
Where did that smile go?
“Do you hate me?”
What a stupid question.
I shut the door and lock it- force of habit, really.
“No, I don’t hate you. Maybe I should, but I don’t.”
Her golden-brown eyes are on me and the sun has formed an aura around her figure that steals my breath.
“Then do you love me?”
“Do you want me to?”
It’s the safest reply that I can think of on the spot.
Maybe she sees through the charade like Lian does, but she won’t say it.
Instead, Ayami smiles gently.
“It’d be strange to have you love me, or to even say so, Sanzo. I…always pictured you as my gruff, older brother…a figure of authority to be feared, even while being protected.”
I nod, understanding completely, not letting my plummeting hopes show through.
She turns her back to the window and I sit on the edge of my bed as she continues.
“Even so. Since that day… that day, you know…I started to think of you in a different way. To dream, even…”
Well that’s news.
Ayami moves in front of me, her feet hardly making a sound over the floor.
A lump rises in my throat, disabling my speech.
“So when you went back to ignoring me after that…it hurt…a lot. I could have stayed here, but if you weren’t speaking to me, then I figured I had hurt you too much by turning you down…that I had no reason to stay at all.”
I meet her gaze and it swallows me whole.
“It’s…water under the bridge.”
She takes one of my hands, brings it to her face, and touches my palm with her lips.
Such a small touch sends an immense heat straight to my loins.
“Would you love me if I asked you to?”
“…no…”
I watch as she guides my hand inside the fold of her kimono, slipping past the inner robe, over smooth skin to the plump globe of her right breast.
My fingers curl to the flesh instinctively as she leans down to whisper into my ear, shivering as her breath hits me.
“Then why did you save me…if not to love me?”
I move my thumb down, rolling it over her nipple, turning my mouth to hers for a heated kiss.
“Because if I’m ever going to love you…you have to be alive for it to happen, Ayami.”
Drawing her onto my lap I press my mouth to hers again, our tongues mating as my hands push open the material wrapped about her body.
Soon her ample breasts are exposed to me, my excitement growing at the moans pouring from her delightful mouth as I tease both nipples with my thumbs. When I replace one thumb with my lips and teeth, she sighs heavily.
“Sanzo…” Her breathing is hard, a hand in my hair as I flick my tongue over the other tightening bud, massaging the twin breast with a wanting palm.
This is what I longed for, what I craved- to be with her, to have her.
“Ayami…” I lay her back on the bed, untying the sash which keeps the rest of her from me. “My name is Kouryuu.”
She smiles, more truthfully than she has been, and whispers my name back to my longing ears.
Content with that much, I return the tender kiss she gives me and open the kimono completely, revealing the body I’ve yearned for.
It astounds me how beautiful she is- her skin smooth and unmarred like porcelain, her curves graceful and her limbs long and slender. I’m amazed more so at how much it turns me on and yet how humbled I feel that she’d allow me to see her like this.
Me, who had caused her to be frightened so many times, to have insulted her and her trade…
Time to rectify my mistakes..
I begin to trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and into the valley of her breasts. My mouth travels on until my knees have hit the floor and my hands hold her hips.
Ayami slowly parts her thighs and I find myself eye level with the pink wetness of her womanhood.
The image of Gojyo’s face dipping down between a woman’s legs on my desk flashes briefly through my mind. I knew what he’d been doing- and I’d never done such a thing myself- finding it too lewd to speak or think of…
And yet, as intoxicated as I am by Ayami’s sweet whispering and moaning, I’m hungry for the honey I can get from her.
My tongue darts out over her smooth, bald folds once, and then again as she writhes under my hands.
A strange, primal urge takes over, clouding my inhibitions. In truth, I have no business with this woman- I should have left it all alone- and yet, in all scenes playing out, I like this one best.
Better to continually sin myself than have let her die alone that night…
The skin under my fingers quiver, a reminder of what I’m doing, and I nuzzle the apex of her creamy thigh beside my head. I feel her fingers lacing into my hair again and wonder if she’ll have me stop.
“Kouryuu…”
Her breathed words send prickles along my spine and I kiss the inside of her thigh even as her scent keeps beckoning me.
“Should I stop?”
Since when did I sound so caring? My voice so soft?
I gaze up at her flushed face as it peers to me from between her nubile breasts, nipples hard and pointing toward the ceiling.
While it’s a perspective of a woman I never imagined myself seeing one from, I admit to myself there would be no other that I would wish to view like this. I wish to know every inch of her, no matter where it might be- to taste her everywhere.
Her doe eyes are cast on me and the pads of her fingers press into my scalp, kneading into me.
“Mm…don’t stop, Kouryuu…”
I duck between her thighs again, groaning as I massage two fingers against Ayami’s inner left thigh while the other hand parts the outer folds of her womanhood.
It opens to me like a flower in bloom, exposing a blushing center and exuding a sweet heat which calls to me.
“Please…Kouryuu.”
Her hips raise toward me as my mouth lowers, exploring the erotic area of her body.
What has come over me? I’m kissing her nether lips as though they belonged to her succulent mouth.
I’d never have done this before, but now my tongue slithers out into her, pistoning eagerly.
Ayami moans loudly- what am I doing?
I’ve found her clitoris peeking from beneath its hood and I lift my head to latch my mouth onto it, suckling it, running my tongue over and around it.
Lowering my face again as she whimpers for more, I open my mouth and cover the entirety of her entrance, pushing my tongue into her before pulling back, sucking her inner lips and releasing them suddenly.
She squirms in pleasure and I feel my own need rising as I repeat the action three more times before I give in to unzipping my pants to free my raging erection.
Ridding myself of my shirt, I kneel back down to gently lap at her clit, stroking her labia with my fingers lightly while my free hand slips over my length to tide it over.
“Mm, Kouryuu…feels so…good…”
Her hand slips away from me, down between her legs, moving my face away from her hot core and I watch as her fingers stroke her tongue-wetted sex before pushing a digit completely inside of herself.
My cock throbs at the sight, even as I stand, sliding my palm up and down the length, watching this woman pet her slick center. She smiles to me, sitting up to brush my hand off of myself and pulls my hips forward.
She sees eye to eye with my belly button, her exhaled breaths misting over my stiffness.
“Ayami, I think…oh…oh, shit Ayami!”
Her tongue plays over the tip of my cock, causing it to stand on full salute and then she pulls back, licking her lips seductively.
No fucking wonder she was the number one chosen whore of wherever she went… I’d have paid money for her, too.
“It’s impressive…” She muses. “Much bigger than I’m used to…much bigger than I thought it’d be.”
My mouth fumbles for words. “Is that bad?”
Smooth.
“Oh, definitely not…I’m sure I can handle it. So…should I?”
I stroke her hair, gasping as her tongue sweeps over my erect member.
“Mm…yes.”
Ayami smiles mysteriously at me, reminding me of the prowess of a trained whore, yet it’s played down enough to also remind that she is a woman, first and foremost. Her tongue flickers over the tip of me again between her words.
“Yes..? You want me to lick you?”
She does and I shiver once.
“Mm…maybe stroke you?”
Her palm holds the weight of my length, moving teasingly up and down.
“Suck your cock until you cum into my warm, wet mouth?”
It suddenly becomes too much for me. Before she can even apply her lovely lips, I erupt sticky pearl whiteness all over her mouth, chin, neck, and chest.
How embarrassing…
Humiliating, is more like it.
She wears a look of shock and I clear my throat gruffly.
“Sorry…”
What else could I say? I meant to make sweet love to you and now I’ve proven that I’m incompetent?
Her questions had just put me over the top too soon. My imagination wasn’t nonexistent, contrary to popular belief, and the thought of her doing as she proposed…In my own defense, I’m not terribly experienced.
Certainly not as well as she is.
Then she begins to giggle. Her shoulders shake as her hands move up and down over my thighs.
“What? What’s so funny?”
I’m not ever one to be laughed at, even if she could find humor in my all-too quick ending.
Her honey-amber eyes shut tightly as her laughter becomes tighter in her throat.
“Ayami…” My anger begins to relent when I notice she’s fighting now to restrain tears, her hands curling into fists on my legs.
It would seem I’ve got a knack for seeing her when she cries.
Forgetting, temporarily, our recent sexual plays, I kneel down in front of her, a frown settling in.
“What’s wrong? Why do you always cry around me?”
“Why..?” She whispers first through sobs, then raises her voice, flashing her eyes up at me. “Why did you let me live?!”
She pounds a fist onto my chest and I catch it- but her words hurt me most, like a slap on the cheek where the sting won’t fade.
I glower at her.
“You would rather have died?”
Ayami bows her head. “Yes.”
I’m officially pissed off.
“Why? What’s so damned bad that you’re willing to throw your entire life away? You had a bad past- well who the hell here hasn’t, Ayami? And if you even think of saying that nobody cares about you, then you don’t know any of us as well as you claim! If I didn’t care, I would have let you bleed to death that night!”
She peers at me, flustered.
“…It just hurt that bad…you have to understand that much, right? I was so tired of feeling like I didn’t belong, of being so paranoid that no matter what I did, it just wasn’t going to work. Of feeling…the way I do right now.”
“And how is that?” I demand roughly.
Her hand slips from mine and glides over my collarbone, up toward my shoulder.
“That I’m not supposed to want you for myself. That I shouldn’t be here, right now, like this with you- because it’s just not going to work no matter how I try to look at it. A priest doesn’t belong with a whore, Sanzo.”
“I told you to call me Kouryuu.” I correct her, caressing her cheek lightly.
“That’s your old name.” She mutters bitterly.
I smirk. “No…it’s always been my name. I also told you that you’re not a whore. You’re a woman, Ayami. And I am not a Sanzo priest. I’m a man.”
Her brows narrow at this.
Does she suspect now?
“Just a man…that’s all I am, Ayami. No sutras, no robes, no more temples or missions. The chakra kind of stays as a reminder of what was, but it means nothing to me now. I’m done with it all. I’m…just a man.”
It registers in her eyes that she has grasped what I’m trying to tell her and it’s relieving that she doesn’t bother questioning my reasons for leaving that life behind.
My lips touch her forehead and I sigh against her.
“I don’t intend on hurting you. Believe what you wish, though it’s my word that I’d never give you the runaround. I’m not really up to par on the romance thing and I know I lose my temper easily, but I’ll never touch you again in a way that’s going to hurt you.”
She mulls over it.
“Do you love me, then?”
That again?
I exercise caution.
“If you’d prefer not to hear it at the moment, I won’t answer you.”
Her head cants to one side, a wave of her silky tresses falling over her shoulder.
I feel as though she’s testing me.
“No. Maybe I shouldn’t hear your answer, whatever it might be. Sometimes it’s better. Otherwise, I might really fall for you.”
My chest tightens slightly, panging that she hasn’t really seen me as someone she could definitely be with.
“Fair enough.” I mumble.
Her fingers lace through my hair again, causing a moan to escape me as her touch causes lower extremities to stir back to life.
“Got any other questions?”
Ayami smiles sheepishly.
“Not really. Though, if we’re going to do this, I guess I should warn you that I tend to get pretty naughty.”
I arch a brow at her. This? I assume she means the sex.
She goes on, her voice growing husky, more seductive, lulling me down into her body until she’s all I can hear or see.
“It’s not something I can help, per se. It just comes out in the heat of the moment…these words, and actions…So if we do this, then it’s just fair that you know I may do and say things that you might not like.”
Intrigued, I nod. “Exemplify?”
Her body leans away from me, hands resting on the bed as she opens her thighs around me wider. I’m reminded of our nudity and of my position with her.
“Hmm…” My voice catches.
Ayami smiles again. “I might demand that you fuck me…I can be lewd like that, you know. I might tell you to fuck me and cum in me and then to clean up your mess.”
I harden all over again as she lifts her hips once, gyrating them in a suggestive manner.
“Uh huh…” I drink in her figure with my wanting eyes, my hands roaming her legs and thighs.
“Or I might be really lustful one day and ask you to do it with me in public…in the hallway, in the kitchen, or the bathroom. I might ask you to be naughty, too- to talk dirty because strangely, it turns me on.”
“Mm-hmm.” My gaze travels down to her wet womanhood, causing my erection to twitch in anticipation.
She goes on. “You may wake up one day to your hard cock in my mouth, sucking you…or maybe it’ll be deep inside my soaking wet pussy as I ride you. Then again, you might also wake up to me straddling your chest, fingering myself as I beg you to lick-”
I moan, leaning forward to bury my face between her legs, licking her wetness eagerly.
Her back arches in pleasure, a gasp pulled into her lungs. “Oh yes! Just…like that…lick my pussy, Kouryuu…mm-mm!!”
Maybe that sort of talk should leave me angered and in declaration of her perversity, however it turns me on greatly, and hearing her vocalizations only encourages me.
Ayami pants hard, her eyes shutting tight as my mouth relentlessly lathers kisses to her sweet center until she’s brought to the edge.
Before she can orgasm, my lips travel north on her body and I push her down onto her back in spite of her protests for me to lick her core until she’s through.
Pulling her nipples in turn into my mouth seems to let her forget my abandonment of my previous post; she moans my name, calling me.
“Mm…Kouryuu…”
Lifting my head, I find her gaze and hold it, my hips settling between her legs, moving so that the tip of my cock teases her slick entrance.
Her legs draw up around me, locking behind the bend of my knees and she offers a finger to me. I draw it into my mouth, sucking on it, wetting it as she moans. When I release it, Ayami drags her hand down my back, resting it on my ass and fiddles her saliva coated finger between the cheeks.
Groaning, I refrain from delving into her, suffering myself to keep tapping her clit with the head of my stiffness.
“If you want me, then take me…I’m going to take you, Kouryuu.”
I stall, catching a glint of herself behind her playfully glimmering orbs.
“Don’t hesitate!” She pleads and I grunt, suddenly noticing an intrusion upon my rear.
She had pushed her wet finger inside of my ass, just barely, but it’s enough to make me writhe in pleasure.
Her legs wrap around me tighter, drawing me closer, and her free hand positions my length so that the head enters her.
“Oh gods…Ayami, are you sure..?”
“Mm, fuck me Kouryuu…”
“Oh gods!” Her finger moves in farther, her hips bucking up to me and I feel myself slip in more.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
In her nearly hysterical demand, Ayami’s legs pull me to her, forcing my cock to sink deep inside of her.
The tightness is surprising, though I assume she’s not been with anyone for a while now, and it takes a moment for me to breathe again.
Wondering if the sudden entry hurt her, I search for any signs of tears but only find elation.
My palms move to rest on either side of her; remaining connected, neither of us move just yet, staring at one another as though we’re stunned by what we’re doing.
The throbbing of my length inside of her spreads an ache through me and I grind my pelvis to hers lightly.
“Wouldn’t you rather do this slower?”
I couldn’t be that rough with her, not after making a promise not to hurt her, and still…I would do anything she asked of me.
Ayami smiles coquettishly.
“Fuck me, Kouryuu…show me how badly you want to.”
Shit.
She has me there- she knows I do want her in the worst way…
I snap beneath her intense gaze, my resolve flying out of the window.
Drawing back, I thrust hard into her.
Her mouth parts in a gasp.
“Yes…more!”
Starting a rhythm, I comply to this wicked dance: out, in, out, in- the slick sounds of my shaft pumping into her makes my face flare red.
“Haa….” Ayami exhales, her eyes shutting as I lean down to lick off my cum I had erupted onto her earlier. “Mm…how do you…taste?”
I kiss her in reply, her tongue mingling with mine, and when our mouths part an opalescent string of cum and saliva connects us.
“A little salty.” I murmur, thrusting and grinding my hips into hers.
I feel her clench my hardness inside of her and I arch my back.
“Mm…fuck, Ayami…”
“Deeper.” She whispers, her legs unwrapping from me. “Fuck me deeper, please! I want your cock deep, harder, faster!”
“I…mm.. ah!” Ayami clenches me again, jutting her hips up to mine.
Sitting back, my hands mold over her breasts, massaging the flesh as I pivot into her harder, the slapping of our skin growing louder.
“More, Kouryuu!”
Who am I to say no? I pull out completely, my length standing up tall, glistening with her wetness and then I guide her up to me.
“Straddle me, Ayami.”
“Mm-mm…” Her dark head dips down first and she laps at the head of my erection, moaning softly.
I groan as she bobs her head, consuming my length until it grazes the back of her throat several times.
Moaning, Ayami finally comes back up, pressing her lips to mine fiercely as her legs spread across me. My fingers grip her and I glide up inside of her.
Deep…
Ayami settles against my chest and I can feel the rapid beating of her heart and mine.
From the physical exertion, most likely- but maybe because of something else…
“You okay?” I question how still she has become and she nods against my shoulder.
“Mm, never better…you fit me well.”
Our contours seem to groove together seamlessly- being inside of her feels like home…
“Fuck me hard, Kouryuu…”
I smirk, bringing my mouth next to her ear. “Hard, fast, deep, slow, sensual…I’ll fuck you just how you want it, Ayami.”
Pleasure sweeps through me at taking such liberty of speech with her and she giggles happily at the reply.
I’d prefer to ‘make love’, and yet, if she wanted this to be rougher, or dirtier, and harder, I could fuck her just as good as any man and better.
Ayami leans back, resting her shoulders against the headboard, hands locked around my neck, and I bounce her on top of me once. The hard re-entry makes us both cry out in pleasure and I repeat the motion, eyes on her when her head lolls back and then I bow mine. Looking down, I can see myself slipping into her and I begin panting.
My hands lower to her hips and then farther until they rest on her ass. Rubbing into the pliable flesh, I spread her cheeks apart as I bounce her, feeling a rush of air hitting my cock every time she lifts from me.
Clearly, it pleases her, too, and she moves closer, pressing her breasts against my chests, lips parted slightly as she rides me harder.
“Fuck, Ayami…”
She clenches my erection again, her orgasm coming close, and mine along with it. I buck my hips to her faster, eager to sate our hunger, our desire.
I have a fleeting thought that it may be a bad idea to release inside of her, yet reason disappears as her climax hits.
My lover tightens around me, going rigid in my arms as she orgasms, spilling my name from her mouth repeatedly…and in turn, I cum, erupting hard within her.
Still spurting the hot sticky fluid, my length pulses intensely, still hard, and I hold her ass cheeks still, bouncing her harder.
“Mm. Ayami!”
“Kouryuu! Ooh, more, I want it more, Kouryuu!”
Our eyes lock as my rock hard cock drives into her wetness and I fuse my lips to hers, grinding my hips to her again.
Breaking the kiss, I pull free of Ayami again, repositioning her onto her back- but she has other ideas.
Turning, she gets on all fours, arching her ass up to me like a bitch in heat. Suddenly the scent of our sexual arousal hits my nostrils and I’m cloudy-minded and animalistic.
Bending, I lick her dripping sex, delving into it, tasting the mixture of our climax and then trace my tongue up into the crevice of her rounded, heart shaped rear.
She moans as I toy with the tight puckered hole, my lips sucking on it as my hands hold her cheeks apart and her hips buck down slightly.
“You’re so naughty, Kouryuu…mm, I want you so bad. My pussy wants you so much…”
I smirk, slipping a finger across her folds to make her whimper, though my cock has begun to grow uncomfortable unattended.
“Then I guess I should fuck you, Ayami…would you like that?”
“Mm, yes!” Ayami cries out as I dart my finger inside of her folds, wriggling it.
Drawing the digit out, I inhale her musky sweetness. “Mm…yes? My cock wants you, too, Ayami…it wants to fuck your sweet little pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”
I kiss her rump lightly, positioning the thick head of my member at her dripping entrance. She pushes back into me, whimpering softly, and I grapple her hips before propelling myself inside of her several times.
Ayami cries out as I drill into her cunt and then wrapping my arms around her torso, I bring her so that her back is against my chest.
This time I fondle her delectable breasts, toying with her hardened nipples as we lose ourselves to the sounds of our moaning and our wet sexes meeting each other.
“Ooh, yes, Ayami, fuck yes…” Abandoning one of her breasts, I slide a hand down, finding her extended clitoris and rub my fingers over it while kissing her sweat-slicked neck.
She wraps one arm behind my head, the other dropping past mine and she reaches between our thighs to stroke my tightening testicles. My release is coming soon, and I let her know.
Ayami arches her back, urging me to bounce her harder, her wet walls constricting around my hard length.
“Mm, yes! I’m almost there, too, don’t stop…don’t…unh…ooh!! Yesssss!!”
She orgasms with me three more times afterward…

The very last time that night, after I erupted cum in every place in or on her imaginable, my cock had begun to realize its fatigue and grew soft between my thighs.
My sweet and loud lover had been close to release after my umpteenth time of filling her with cum and I slide down her body, bending to finish her.
Ayami’s pretty pussy shone with our mixed fluids, nearly overflowing with the pearly substance of my release and I flick my tongue out to lap it up. The taste is strange- tangy, sweet, salty, and the scent is musky yet not unpleasant.
She combs her fingers through my tangled hair as I push my face closer between her legs, feeling her thighs pressing against my ears as my nose rubs her swelled clit. Humming into her pussy, I snake my tongue in deep to catch all the honey and milk clinging to her hot, velvet walls.
“Mm, like that, Kouryuu! Keep going like that!”
Hungrily, I lick faster and then begin to suckle her protruding nub, moaning to send vibration through her body. Ayami writhes, gripping my hair tightly, pushing my head lower like a rider with reins and I blow on the open entrance of her core before inserting the pink, thick muscle of my mouth.
Wriggling it quickly, my tongue fucks her as my hands massage the outer folds of Ayami’s hot center. She bucks almost too wildly for me to keep a good grip on her.
“Oh yes, oh…fuck, fuck, mm, fuck yes! I’m gonna…unh! I’m gonna cum!”
Her sweetness fills my mouth and I lap it down, cleaning her thoroughly.
Gliding up Ayami’s sweaty body, I lay beside her, panting.
She licks her lips as she gazes at me, her face now illuminated by soft moonlight…beautiful.
“Ayami…”
“Hmm?&# 8221; Her eyes begin to close. I imagine she’s equally as exhausted as I.
“…I…” My lips are covered by hers in a brief kiss and when she pulls back, Ayami lays her head on my chest.
“Good night, Kouryuu.”
Damn her.
“Good night.”