Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Nest ❯ Motoko's scroll ( Chapter 3 )

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CHAPTER THREE
MOTOKO'S SCROLL

Motoko was nervous and she could not understand why.

The normally placid samurai girl had tried to meditate, but she could not find her center. She had tried to sleep but the energy flowing through her would not allow it. She was dismayed and alarmed at the feeling running rampant through her system. She suddenly understood Kaolla-Su's need to bounce off the walls. She felt that if she didn't do something soon she would burst.

Then she felt it. Her senses opened up and she felt it calling to her. The tea vial was calling to her. That thing had been haunting her every since she got it. It buzzed around in her sub-conscious like a swarm of bees.

`Why can I not resist it?' She fretted to herself `I know that the force behind it is benign but it calls to me like it is possessed of a spirit of its own. It calls to me in my dreams. It begs me to quench my thirst with it. It has begun to plague my every thought. A samurai should be beyond it, but I am not. I do not understand why it possesses such strength over me. I have tried everything, and nothing has worked. If it were not for the energy in it I probably would have drunken it already.”

She struggled with the urge to drink it immediately by bringing her thoughts into balance. But then her thoughts were invaded by her recent feelings towards Keitaro `Why did I not punish the baka when he walked in on my bath? I must be losing control of myself. He and Naru-sempai are promised to each other. And it would be dishonorable to desire him for myself. But I do desire him, may the Kami help me. When I saw his nude form I knew that I must feel his body against my own. He possesses a strength few men in this age have, and I would give that strength to my children. I have never before felt womanly desires so strongly. If Naru would allow it I would take him to my bed, if only once. I would get myself children by him then I would be free of my desire for him. But I cannot allow my base desires to override good sense. If I were to do so I would only prove myself to be dishonorable. I could easily possess him for a short period of time. If I were to do so I would sacrifice my friendship with Naru, and that I cannot abide. I do not understand why my body aches for him so. I should meditate further on understanding this emotion further. '

Getting down on her knees she began an urgent prayer to the gods that this unnatural desire to love a man already spoken for would leave her soul. On and on she prayed while thought of her making passionate love to Keitaro ran through her mind. She would just get the thoughts pushed out by thinking of an angered Naru when the vision would change to show Naru Nodding in acceptance and saying something like `Its about time you made your relationship whole with our husband my little samurai. And now that you have finished with him do you think you might start with the rest of us?' At which Motoko would envision the other girls of the Hinata naked and waiting and her prayers would start over.

After about an hour of this she finally gave up. Getting up she walked across the room and switched on the lights. Then she walked over to the suit of armor where she had hidden the scroll and vial, and took them out.

Walking out to the center of the room she carefully set the vial on the floor. Then she went to her stand where she kept her bokkan and retrieved it.

Returning to the center of the room she stood for a moment. Then in a single movement she tossed the scroll in the air and drew and swung her bokkan in an upward arc, cleanly severing the wax seal that held it closed. Then she smoothly sheathed her bokkan, all in the blink of an eye. Sitting cross legged next to the vial she caught the now open scroll in her left hand and placed her bokkan across her lap. Then she unrolled the scroll and began to read.

To Motoko
My most honorable daughter

`You more than any other of the girls by now have noticed the energy surrounding the apartments since the time of my passing.'

Nodding to herself she continued.

`I knew that I was ready to pass on to the next life. But before I left you my daughter I had to take steps to prevent the apartments from falling to the wolfish outsiders after my passing. I know that now I am gone they will try anything and stop at nothing to gain ownership of the apartments and its grounds.'

`That is one of the reasons I have asked you to stay there for at least one year. You alone bare the training to combat the outside forces, the evil spirits that have long awaited the chance to tear apart the shrine that has kept them at bay for many a century. You have the knowledge to keep them off the Hinata's grounds. And with you and the other girls centering yourself on Keitaro nothing will happen that you, as a family, cannot defeat.'

`The other reasons I have asked you to stay will be made clear presently.'

`And one of the reasons I write you is to discuss your feelings towards my grandson and heir, Keitaro.'

Upon reading this Motoko could feel her face getting hot with embarrassment, but she continued to read.

`Though you have denied it to yourself and all of the other girls, and especially Keitaro you have grown quite fond of my grandson. In fact you love him with all of your heart. It is your warrior's pride that keeps you from showing your emotion. It is your respect and honor that keeps you from taking him from Naru. Is this not so my daughter? Is it not fact that if it were not for Naru would you would not hesitate to claim my grandson for your very own?'

As she continued to read Motoko was blushing furiously. She stammered her denial out loud and continued to read.

`Do not deny this to yourself my daughter. A true warrior does not withhold their emotions, but seeks to become one with them. You will find that by admitting your feelings for Keitaro, your love for him, you will find that you will become a much better warrior, and a much better woman. It is our feelings for one another that make us whole. It is only our emotions of love and understanding that make us human. All animals show emotions such as fear or desire and lust. Only we, the humans, truly show love. And it is that love for my grandson that I am counting on. Yes that love you have for the other girls. You have bathed with them. You have washed them when they were injured and have even played at miner sexual games with them. Do you not love them? If you could would you not share the bed of my grandson with them. It was only one hundred and fifty or so years ago that such things were still widely permissible. Yet today the emperor still has his honored concubines. If you believe he doesn't than you are a fool.'

`And my grandson has done more than the emperor ever has done. He has sacrificed his body again and again for you girls. In fact it is his willingness to put himself in harms way for the sake of friendship that has helped earn your love for him, is it not? His wanting to help all of you girls with any problem he can. Even if it causes great amounts of embarrassment, has impressed you more than you would ever like to admit. You, who have tried to remain strong without the emotional attachment of love, and all of its intended promises,'

`And every since his trip with Seta you have found in him a willing, though nervous sparring partner. His martial skills, although not as advanced as yours, have grown by great leaps and bounds. In fact is it not true that you have been astounded by his new potential. The truth is he is descended from a line of those who hunted demons in the past. And it is your sparring time with him that has awakened the old blood in him.'

`Now I do not mean to embarrass you my daughter, but has he also not seen your naked form on several occasions?'

`And is this not the occasions you remember best?'

`Your elder sister Tsuruko had come to visit with the purpose of taking you back home with her. And so to prevent going home you were pretending that Keitaro was your fiancé.'

`You had become quite upset and ran down the steps blindly and tripped. For some reason the dress you were wearing was interfering with you ability to perform simple tasks. Keitaro was running after you to try to talk to you and saw you fall. When he saw you falling he naturally tried to catch you. Instead he just caught the hem of your skirt and panties and you both fell to the bottom. You were both sprawled out face first on the concrete with you in front and Keitaro just behind you.'

`You were turning around to thank him for slowing your fall when you noticed he still had a hold of you skirt and panties. And as he held them tightly in his grip you noticed that he was blushing. Then most embarrassing of all, you finally noticed that he was starring at you buttocks and the velvety down of your womanhood. And the fact that he had become visibly aroused by the sight angered you.'

`And though he tried to apologize his arousal at the time was too much for you. You called him a baka and clobbered him.'

`You have punished him for actions such as this many times since then. But have you not, in you heart of hearts, secretly desired him to see you naked that way? Did you not fantasize about him doing that on purpose for weeks afterward? In your heart of hearts you have dreamed of him touching you as if you were a desirable woman not just a friend. Have you not desired to show him, and yourself, that there is more to you than just the weapon that you wield? Have you not desired to show him the woman within you?'

`It does not do you justice my daughter, to ignore the fact that Keitaro has awakened the woman inside of you. A woman who so desperately wants to be with the man she loves. You are a woman that wishes him to see the side of you that longs to be held by arms other than those of loneliness and duty'. Do you not wish him to see the side of you that longs to be made love to by a man that she could love so completely? You have become a woman who desires and longs to give her man the whole of her body, and soul to that man that loves her completely, and without any reservation whatsoever.'

`Your loyalty to Naru is very honorable and commendable. But I have a feeling that she will have ideas of her own on this very subject. All you will need to do is wait for the proper time to present itself. And when she approaches the subject all you must do is listen carefully and say what your heart desires.'

`I know that your sister Tsuruko is to inherit your family's dojo and lands. But if you heed my wishes not only will your fantasies of your love for Keitaro come true, but all of his bloodline will master techniques that your family has only dreamed of. I know because the item I left her describes the burning soul technique. And as you have seen for yourself she was most happy to receive it.'

`Now I suggest you drink the tea I left for you. It is truly a powerful potion that will allow your greatest dreams to be fulfilled. Things will be hopping around there in the next week or so if things go my way. And remember the potion will grant your wishes concerning Keitaro, but only if you have an open mind. And an open heart.'

With fondest love, Grandmother Hina

Motoko was visibly shaken. She couldn't understand how Grandmother Hina knew about her time with Keitaro, and she thought to herself `Even from the grave she knows us.'

Reaching down with trembling hands she picked up the vial and stared at the blue tinted liquid and thought to herself. `Did the old one really hold so much power?' Then she unstopped it and with the thoughts of her love for Keitaro fresh in her mind, she put the vial to her lips. `Let me have an open heart and mind, and help me gain his trust and love. Let this not ruin my friendship with Naru-sempia' She thought as she tipped the contents down her throat.

Motoko could taste mint and honey as the last of the thick liquid made its way over her tongue and into her stomach. Then it hit her.

Without completely understanding why she stood up and removed her robe. Then she quickly released her ample breasts from the protective bindings. Then she went over and sat down on her futon.

Unknown sensations began pounding through her head as she began to caress her body. Her trembling fingers played over her taught skin like feathers. She started with her feet then she moved on to her strong, but slender legs noting how the fine hairs of her legs responded to her light and quivering touch.

Her breathing started to become erratic as she moved her hands across her stomach and up the sides of her torso so that her arms brushed her now sensitive nipples.

Uncrossing her arms at her collarbone she gently ran her fingers along her jaw line starting at her chin. Then ever so slowly she ran her hands up her cheeks and through her long, lustrous black hair and down her neck.

Her pulse was racing as she slowly let he hands drop back down to her breasts. Using her palms she judged their weight and size. `I think only Mutsumi's and Konno's are bigger than mine are. I wonder if they fantasize about having them played with the way I do.' She thought as she began to rub back and forth over her stiffening nipples until they stuck out like little erasers.

Her breathing was coming even faster, her face flushing with lust as Motoko continued to toy with her nipples. Then she brought her hand to her mouth as she stuck out her tongue to wet the fingers. Then she returned them to her twin mounds and began to use her index fingers to slowly circle her areolas while her thumbs strummed her nipples.

Then she allowed her hands to crawl down to her waist as her breath caught in heated anticipation The circling her waist front to back she hooked her thumbs in the waistline of her cotton panties and pulled them off.

Dropping the flowery undergarments to the floor she then leaned back and retuned both of her hands to her waist. Rubbing up and down her flat stomach she teased herself with the tips of her fingers. Then ever so slowly she returned her hands to her legs. Letting her instincts guide her she slowly opened her thighs as she brought her hands at last to downy juncture between them. Using her middle fingers she parted the petals of her womanly flower and inhaled the scent of her heat for the first time. Then while using her left hand to hold her-self open she used the fingers of her right hand to explore the entrance of her vaginal sheath. When she did so she found the moister that had begun to build inside of her began to trickle down the crack of her now taut ass and began to pool on the sheets of her futon. And while she continued to use her right hand to tease and rub at her moist canal she used her left hand to lightly brush the curly black hair surrounding it.

Motoko found that her sense of pleasure was beginning to mount to an almost fevered pitch. Then she brought her left hand up to tweak and pull at the erect flesh of her nipples again, first on the right breast, then on the left. Back and forth her left hand flew as her right hand continued to stoke the burgeoning fire in her now seething slit.

She was gasping for air when she finally discovered her now erect clit with her thumb. Electrical waves of pleasure shot though her system as she rubbed this new discovery back and forth between her thumb and forefinger.

She could no longer contain her moans of ecstasy as she experimentally plunged two fingers of her left hand inside the tight confines of her now dripping channel. Then she brought up her right hand up to wet the fingers in her mouth again, only to find they were liberally coated in her own nectar.

Unused to her body's physical reaction to immense pleasure she brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled the intoxicating perfume from them. The scent was instantly addicting. So the next logical step for her was to bring them to her tongue for a sample taste. As soon as her taste buds felt her sweet honey she found the taste to be a potent and added attraction to her mounting desire.

Sucking the musky liquid of her fingers she wondered to herself `I wonder if the others girls taste this good. Oh my I want to find out. I really do. The first chance I get I'm going to get one of them aside. Maybe Maehara, she has the cutest little blush when she's excited. Or maybe I could even talk Konno into letting my try hers, she brags sometimes of her conquests. Oh god this open mind thing has really woken me up. I wonder if Naru-sempai would really share Keitaro with the rest of us. Maybe I should try her first just to show that I would be willing to do anything to share him.'

Using first one hand and then the other she plunged her fingers into her awaiting flower, alternately bringing them to her mouth to suck of the juices. Each time she would probe just a little deeper until she discovered her intact maidenhead. `Oh, that kind of hurt,' she thought as she continued to frig herself. `I must save the honor of that for our Kei-kun. It should give him pleasure to know that he was my first. Oh I hope Naru will share him. I can no longer live without having him near me. Kami, after all I have done I hope he will still want me. I want him so. I want to be a mother of his children. I would train them well in the way of Go-Rin-No-Sho--. I will personally see that the way of five rings becomes part of our family's life. All of the girls are my sisters, and Keitaro is our husband this is how it should be.'

A heavy sheen of sweat was beginning to pour from Motoko's now open pores. It covered her trembling body. Her breath was coming in soft, shallow gasps. Her hips began bucking uncontrollably into her delving fingers. Yet on and on she continued her sexual ministrations. She could not bring herself to stop; it felt too good. A wet squishing sound echoed through the room again and again as her hands repeatedly delved into the confines of her quivering depths, over and over. Her breasts buoyantly bounced and slapped against her ribcage slapping against them harder and harder. Then her orgasm struck.

It shattered her senses like a rock would shatter glass. It washed over her like waves over a rocky shore. Her body shook and trembled with such power that she thought she might die from her release. Her face was contorted with lust and was flushed crimson from her pleasure. Her body trembled as a tree in a wind storm. And still she continued to pleasure herself.

She couldn't stop herself. Grabbing the nearest item she crammed it into her sopping depths. She would discover later that it was the handle of her bokkan. She rode the impromptu phallus to the maximum heights of pleasure that her body would allow, yet never piercing that surprisingly intact treasure she intended for her beloved Keitaro. It was the greatest feeling her body had ever known, and Motoko fully intended to experience the real thing very soon. She was quickly being carried away on the clouds of her deepest lust and desires. `Oh, oh, my beloved Kei-kun please keep right on pounding me with your cock, push it into me. Oh Kami push it in deeper. Fill me. I cannot live any longer without you love. Give me your children. Oh Kami! I cannot stand it!' her thoughts trip hammered through her mind as the pleasure filled her completely. Then when she thought she could stand no more her body convulsed once, twice and thrice, and then collapsed against her now sopping mattress.

Then as she slowly came down from that mountainous pleasure, and as the warm afterglow fused itself to every nerve in her body and fiber of her being. She softly whispered “Keitaro” as sleep overcame her sensory overloaded body.

And when she dreamed that night, she dreamed of teaching a dojo full of Keitaro's children. Not just hers and Naru's, But children of all the girls of the Hinata. Each wife would look on with pride at their husbands, Keitaro's, beautiful offspring. Each of them would have their own special traits. His offspring they shared between them. Not one of the girls would be called mother. For all the children would know that all of the girls were mother equally. They would know that every woman in Keitaro's household would be there to comfort and teach them what they needed to know. And every woman there knew that they were equally his wife and equally loved. And Motoko knew in her heart of hearts that she could truly be happy… and so she dreamed