Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Sword Practice ❯ Chapter 1
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By: David_A._Tatum 
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.22.2001 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 3.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Samurai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.22.2001 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 3.9K | Status: Completed
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From: "David A. Tatum" <desaix@sysnet.net>
Subject: [RK][FanFic][Lemon] Sword Practice
Sword Practice
by David A. Tatum
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I'm only
borrowing from his excellent work.
Disclaimer 2: Sexually explicit content. Do not read if you are
under-aged or this is illegal where you live
Notes: *cough* Um, well... Okay, I suppose I should mention something
about how I came up with this fanfic, shouldn't I? Unfortunately, that
would contain spoilers for portions of the fanfic, so I suppose I'll save
that for closing notes... To date, I've watched the twenty five volumes of
anime and the movie (though not the OAVs), and I've read all of
Maigo-chan's translations (which, oddly enough, are just barely at the same
point at this time- the end of the Kyoto arc). I'm setting this, however,
before the end of either the anime or the manga... Anime continuity
(because the fansub translation fits better than what I remember of the
Manga translation... and Kaoru's dream of Kenshin's proposal (and
subsequent actions) in the Tanbata episode) set shortly before Episode
number 24, which (if you recall), is the one where Sano holds a party and
gets everyone drunk. Kaoru says a certain line in that episode (which I'll
quote in closing notes) which makes me want to place this, oh, shortly
before then. After Jineh, however, just because I want it far enough along
in the story for Kaoru to do something like this... Probably after
Megumi's appearance, too, though she doesn't show up in this story.
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Kaoru sighed. Yahiko was, of course, nowhere to be found- otherwise, he'd
be the one cleaning the dojo floor on this VERY hot afternoon. She vaguely
recalled something about him heading to the Akabeko- or was that to the
circus? Well, he was going to visit one of his little girlfriends, and she
doubted she'd be seeing him until that night.
Sanosuke was out for a lazy summer's day of fishing, and had abducted
Kenshin for company. They'd probably be back by dinnertime with a fresh
catch of fish to grill. Likely as not, she wouldn't come home until after
Yahiko did. Ayame and Suzame were with Dr. Genzai, who had taken the
evening off at the clinic in order to spend time with them. That left
Kaoru there to deal with the chores all alone.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice where she was going until it was too
late. With a crash, the sword stand broke and the two weapons on it went
clattering to the ground.
"Oops!" Kaoru said, dropping the cleaning rag. She knelt down to inspect
the damage and pick up the pieces. Seeing it was easily repairable (the
joints had just been knocked loose), she pieced it back together and
started to replace the weapons.
The short sword that had been on the rack was a fake. In place of the
wakizashi that usually resided on the rack was a hilt to an old katana and
a false blade. The hilt had originally been part of Kaoru's father's sword
from long before she was even born. The blade had been destroyed for some
time, but she had preserved the hilt in his memory- after all, a
swordmaster knew that the sword was merely an extension of the man (or
woman, as the case may be). In a sense, Kaoru felt as if she was
preserving a part of her father. The fake blade had just been added to
complement the display.
Instead of a katana, a blade that did not belong to her graced the rack
with its presence. Kenshin's sakabatou now rested in the place reserved
for the long sword when it was not accompanying his person. Kaoru smiled
slightly, wondering if Kenshin realized the significance of her allowing
that.
Her smile fell- probably not. Many times, she'd tried to show him how much
she felt for him. Every time, he seemed to miss it. He was quite nice to
her, and very polite, but he hadn't shown any recognition of her feelings
since he'd arrived. Well, perhaps there were a few things he DIDN'T do or
say to make her wonder- he'd never denied it when Jin-eh referred to her as
'his woman,' nor had he ever SERIOUSLY complained when she hugged him
(though he did sometimes seem awfully... embarrassed... by it). However,
she had no idea how, exactly, he felt for her.
She lightly ran her fingers over the hilt, feeling the grooves and bumps in
it. It was well worn, but obviously not much older than the sword itself.
Her father's hilt, on the other hand, was several hundred years old. It
had survived three shattered blades, and would probably last for some time
still. Idly, Kaoru wondered what Kenshin would do if his sakaba ever
broke- quit fighting forever or find someone to make a new sakaba?
Releasing the catch, Kaoru removed the sword from its sheath. Inspecting
the blade, she frowned. Despite being relatively new (for a sword of its
caliber), it was quite worn. Perhaps the usual wear and tear it should
have received had been amplified by the reversed edge, but it still looked
as though it had been put to too much use for its age. Then again, Kenshin
had used the sword a lot since he had met Kaoru- perhaps the damage was
normal for a weapon used that often. She had never really considered it
before, actually.
The amount of damage worried Kaoru, nonetheless. It appeared as if her
concerns about Kenshin needing to replace his sakaba blade might be
warranted. Still, it had been well-made and should last for some time.
Inspecting the blade so closely made her wonder what it felt like to fight
with. Standing up, she held it in front of her in a classic practice
stance. It was almost perfectly weighted, she could tell, and surprisingly
well-balanced. She took a couple of swings with it, and found it gave a
bit more resistance than she expected, but with a little practice she could
easily get used to it.
With another swing, she started to feel it become more a part of her.
That thought stuck in her mind for some reason. The first lesson her
father had taught her in this very dojo was that a sword was the extension
of the person holding it. Well, Kenshin's sakaba had been a part of his
life ever since the fall of the Tokugawa shogunate. His sword was an
extension of him.
Kaoru blushed when she realized what she was thinking- that she was
actually holding a part of Kenshin.
She dropped the sword. Putting it that way- that she was holding a part of
him- made her think about certain OTHER parts of a man a lady shouldn't be
holding. And some of the euphemisms that a few of her and her father's
former (more vulgar) students used made the connection all the more
apparent.
Actually, that thought didn't really upset her that much. Slowly, she bent
over and picked it up again. That... particular part of Kenshin that the
sword might represent was something Kaoru had sometimes fantasized about-
and only fantasized, because she hadn't yet seen it in real life. She had
frequently dreamed of being Kenshin's wife, or lover, or... well,
something. She desperately hoped that he didn't think that she was too
young for him. She had been old enough to get married for a couple years
now, surely she was old enough for him.
Still, Kaoru wondered. Perhaps she and he would be married one day, and if
they ever did how good a wife would she be? How good a wife COULD she be-
she wasn't a very good cook, she was sweaty and smelly a lot of the time
because of all the practice she did to get ready for the fights she always
wound up in, and no-one had ever explained enough about the... process...
of how she could be good in bed for her to think she stood a chance of
satisfying him unless she were to 'practice'. And how could she practice
that sort of thing without betraying him?
But... here was a way in front of her right now. Here was a 'part' of
Kenshin's that was shaped just right for her to practice with that she
WOULDN'T be betraying him if she were to practice with.
Kaoru trembled slightly with indecision. Should she or shouldn't she?
Perhaps her innocence was one thing that attracted him to her, and if she
was to do something that would remove some of that innocence perhaps her
chances of winning Kenshin's heart would lessen.
But shouldn't she be good at SOMETHING that a wife is supposed to be good
at? Even when it came to managing money, she was only mediocre- she liked
spending too much in order to take vacations and things. She needed
something else she was good at.
And this could be it. So decided, she grabbed the sword- after putting it
back in it's sheath- by the blade and hiked up her skirt. With the fingers
on the hand holding up the skirt, she tried to guide the hilt to its
destination. However, whenever she started to move the sakaba, her
clothing fell down into the way. After two or three failed attempts, Kaoru
sighed.
"If someone sees me, it'll be embarrassing regardless. Might as well get
rid of these clothes, too..." she muttered Checking to make sure the door
to the dojo was closed and secured, she started taking off her kendo
uniform, stripping off the skirt first and then untying her gi shirt.
Pulling it off, she decided to also remove her breast bindings as well- for
one thing, they were a bit strained at the moment, and for another she felt
rather silly dressed in just them. She noticed as she did that her nipples
were starting to tighten up into hard points, much like they sometimes did
during some of her more... risque... fantasies about Kenshin. Well, it
made sense- this was perhaps the most risque fantasy she'd ever had.
She grabbed the sword again, squatted slightly, and once more guided it to
the target. With the guiding hand, she spread her lower lips apart and
brought the hilt up to just BARELY touch them.
"No turning back," she vowed, gritting her teeth. Adding her second hand
next to the first on the sword, she started pushing it in slowly. As it
made a rather agonizing passage through her body, she felt every bump,
notch, and groove in the hilt with intricate detail- at least for the small
bit she got inside her before stopping.
The problem was it HURT- a lot. She knew it was supposed to hurt the first
time, but this was too much. Also, there was something blocking its
passage, and she wasn't sure she should continue. She closed her eyes and
breathed a bit, and started to pull the sakaba back out. It felt a LITTLE
better, but not much.
"No," she muttered. "I said I wasn't turning back, so I'd better start
again."
She closed her eyes, thought of doing this with Kenshin himself and not
just his sword, and went back to pushing it in. This time, she noticed it
was going in easier. It seemed that she was sweating a little inside-
something which also happened occasionally during her fantasies- and that
was helping the sword to slide in.
Once again, she encountered a slight resistance after she'd barely started.
She found it gave a little bit, and pushed in some more. Suddenly, she
felt a wierd tearing inside her, and the slight extra pressure she'd added
to break through the barrier suddenly jerked the sword another two full
inches inside once the barrier was gone.
"Ack!" Kaoru cried. That was even more painful then it had been when she'd
started, and it felt like she might have damaged herself.
Not sure what she should do, she pulled the sakaba all the way out. She
noticed a slight smear of blood on it, but not too much- she obviously
hadn't seriously wounded herself or anything. And the pain had already
gone away- though the memory of it remained.
More cautiously this time, she lined the sword up appropriately and shoved
it in, this time trying to take it with more caution.
This was the easiest time yet- she was still sweating down there, and that
made the passage all the more slick and comfortable. In fact, it was very
comfortable....
She put it in as deep as she dared let it go, and began to draw it back.
It felt twice as good going back as it did going forward. She pushed back
in a little faster, hoping to get to the pulling part quicker, but found
that pushing back at that point was even better than pulling had felt.
Kaoru repeated this motion several times. Each time it changed direction,
she felt the pleasure in the movement build. In and out, out and in,
building in tempo and force as the sweat also grew. In fact, some of that
slick sweat started leaking out around the sakaba and ran down the outside
of the sheath.
Now that it was finally feeling good, Kaoru was able to close her eyes and
imagine it was Kenshin that was entering her. That added to her fire, and
she wondered if it would be this good if it was REALLY him inside. She
wanted to moan, to cry out, but she held back on it. She wanted to be able
to do this quietly when she and Kenshin were really married- after all, if
Yahiko was going to stay (like she was hoping he would- he'd become a sort
of brother or son to her) she wouldn't want him to hear every time she and
Kenshin went to bed.
As the pleasure and the amount of liquid grew, her hands started getting
slippery and she had trouble holding onto the sword. Also, her hips
started bucking involuntarily, making it even more difficult to hold on.
In frustration, she tore it out of herself, released the catch, and slid it
back out of the sheath. Deciding she couldn't bother with using her hands
anymore, she stabbed downwards, planting the blade in the newly cleaned
floor of her dojo. She was beyond caring about the cleaning at this point.
She positioned herself over the hilt and let herself decend upon it. Down,
then back up. Down, then up. Over and over again, building back the
ground that she had lost in that brief delay.
Her hands were now free from gripping the sword and able to roam elsewhere.
They did so, running up her sides and over her breasts. Her fingertips
gently rubbed the little nubs that were proudly hardened up. That added
slightly to her growing pleasure, and Kaoru smiled, imagining Kenshin's
hands where hers were then.
Kaoru's legs were tiring, but she didn't care. She could tell her body was
building to something- she didn't know what yet, but she knew it was
something good. She kept bouncing up and down on the hilt of Kenshin's
sword, jiggling her breasts against her fingers.
Whatever it was that was coming, Kaoru could tell it was coming soon. Just
a little more stimulation, and it would arrive. Perhaps if she were to
take one of her hands and lightly pinch that small point sticking out over
her lower lips-
Oh, that was it. A buzzing she'd felt all over her body suddenly exploded
into much more intense feelings. Her legs finally gave out on her, and she
sank the rest of the way onto the hilt- and when the hilt couldn't get any
deeper without too much resistance, it was pushed further into the dojo
floor.
Not that Kaoru noticed any of it. She couldn't see or hear anything, but
she certainly could feel something- and that something made all of her
fantasies pale in comparison. She had peaked, and no longer could control
what she was doing or saying.
"Kenshin!" she screamed out loudly, no longer able to keep herself quiet.
Slowly, as wave after wave of decending levels of pleasure faded, she
started regaining her senses and evaluated her position. She realized she
look like a nail driven into the floor of her own dojo- she and the hilt
were the head of the nail, and the sword the point that stuck into the
wood. She had somehow wound up with her butt on the floor and her breasts
crushed up against her knees.
Slowly, she began disentangling herself. The sword slid out of her with a
wet *plop* as she backed off of it, and she rolled over onto her back,
taking some deep breaths and stretching out.
After catching her breath, Kaoru remembered that she was lying naked on the
floor next to the evidence of her recent indulgence. "Ugh... I'd better
clean all this up. Then I'd better get a bath."
* * * * *
That night, Kenshin returned back home with Sano and Yahiko in tow. Yahiko
had apparently run into the other two men on the way home (with take-out
that he'd been given by the Akebako in partial thanks for his work) and
they sat around eating their meal. Kenshin saw into the dojo, and noticed
something was amiss about the room.
Kenshin walked into the room and up to his sword, followed by a nervous
Kaoru. The sword stand had collapsed, and there was a small patch in the
floor as if it had been cut by a sword and repaired.
"What happened here?" he asked.
Kaoru sighed. "Um, I'm afraid I broke it as I was cleaning the room. I
thought I'd fixed it, but I guess it was more damaged than I thought."
Kenshin smiled. Good- there hadn't been a fight Kaoru didn't tell him
about, after all. "Don't worry, Kaoru-dono... I'll fix it for you." He
picked up the fake sword and set it aside with the greatest of care- he
knew part of it was a family heirloom, and would not do anything to harm
it. Then he grabbed his own sword.
Something was really wrong there. "Ano... Kaoru-dono, why is my sword so
sticky?"
Kaoru blushed faintly. Hoping he didn't notice, she replied with her
prepared excuse.
"I'm sorry, Kenshin. I wanted to try practicing with it, but I'm afraid I
worked with it a bit longer than I'd planned and sweated all over the
handle. I tried to clean it off, but I guess I didn't do a very good
job..."
Kenshin frowned. He knew that sweat was usually absorbed by the hilt of
his sword- he'd designed it that way. Also, sweat wasn't usually this
sticky when it dried. Plus, whatever it was that was on his sword
certainly smelled like something other than sweat... though there was the
definite scent of Kaoru in it, whatever it was.
Then Kenshin noticed her blush. She was flaming red, and her fists were
clenched so tightly her knuckles were turning white. He was about to ask
her how, exactly, she had been practicing with it when he noticed both
Yahiko and Sano eavesdropping. Besides, there probably were some things he
was better off not knowing...
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Closing Notes: Okay, the quote was, while drunk, "I'm the sweaty, smelly
woman who fights... but... but... there's one other thing I can do...
it's... it's... NO WAY! I can't say that in front of people! I'm too
shy! But I guess I should, but... or should I..." Well, er, I figured
that might be one thing she'd be too shy to say, ya know?
Well, I promised an explanation of the origins of this lemon, right? Well,
I was chatting with some people on the FanFic IRC (FFIRC), and we were
talking about the weirdest or sickest Ranma 1/2 couples that could fit
together in a WAFF or Lemon. Well, one of these couples was
'Nodoka\Katana.' Er, well, I couldn't really see Nodoka doing it... in
fact, I couldn't really see Kaoru doing it, either, but I figured I could
find better motivations for her than Nodoka...
Thanks to the members of the Fanfic Mailing List (FFML) and the Kenshin
Fanfic Mailing List (KFFDisc) who helped me revise this and come up with a
title.
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From: "David A. Tatum" <desaix@sysnet.net>
Subject: [RK][FanFic][Lemon] Sword Practice
Sword Practice
by David A. Tatum
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nobuhiro Watsuki. I'm only
borrowing from his excellent work.
Disclaimer 2: Sexually explicit content. Do not read if you are
under-aged or this is illegal where you live
Notes: *cough* Um, well... Okay, I suppose I should mention something
about how I came up with this fanfic, shouldn't I? Unfortunately, that
would contain spoilers for portions of the fanfic, so I suppose I'll save
that for closing notes... To date, I've watched the twenty five volumes of
anime and the movie (though not the OAVs), and I've read all of
Maigo-chan's translations (which, oddly enough, are just barely at the same
point at this time- the end of the Kyoto arc). I'm setting this, however,
before the end of either the anime or the manga... Anime continuity
(because the fansub translation fits better than what I remember of the
Manga translation... and Kaoru's dream of Kenshin's proposal (and
subsequent actions) in the Tanbata episode) set shortly before Episode
number 24, which (if you recall), is the one where Sano holds a party and
gets everyone drunk. Kaoru says a certain line in that episode (which I'll
quote in closing notes) which makes me want to place this, oh, shortly
before then. After Jineh, however, just because I want it far enough along
in the story for Kaoru to do something like this... Probably after
Megumi's appearance, too, though she doesn't show up in this story.
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Kaoru sighed. Yahiko was, of course, nowhere to be found- otherwise, he'd
be the one cleaning the dojo floor on this VERY hot afternoon. She vaguely
recalled something about him heading to the Akabeko- or was that to the
circus? Well, he was going to visit one of his little girlfriends, and she
doubted she'd be seeing him until that night.
Sanosuke was out for a lazy summer's day of fishing, and had abducted
Kenshin for company. They'd probably be back by dinnertime with a fresh
catch of fish to grill. Likely as not, she wouldn't come home until after
Yahiko did. Ayame and Suzame were with Dr. Genzai, who had taken the
evening off at the clinic in order to spend time with them. That left
Kaoru there to deal with the chores all alone.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice where she was going until it was too
late. With a crash, the sword stand broke and the two weapons on it went
clattering to the ground.
"Oops!" Kaoru said, dropping the cleaning rag. She knelt down to inspect
the damage and pick up the pieces. Seeing it was easily repairable (the
joints had just been knocked loose), she pieced it back together and
started to replace the weapons.
The short sword that had been on the rack was a fake. In place of the
wakizashi that usually resided on the rack was a hilt to an old katana and
a false blade. The hilt had originally been part of Kaoru's father's sword
from long before she was even born. The blade had been destroyed for some
time, but she had preserved the hilt in his memory- after all, a
swordmaster knew that the sword was merely an extension of the man (or
woman, as the case may be). In a sense, Kaoru felt as if she was
preserving a part of her father. The fake blade had just been added to
complement the display.
Instead of a katana, a blade that did not belong to her graced the rack
with its presence. Kenshin's sakabatou now rested in the place reserved
for the long sword when it was not accompanying his person. Kaoru smiled
slightly, wondering if Kenshin realized the significance of her allowing
that.
Her smile fell- probably not. Many times, she'd tried to show him how much
she felt for him. Every time, he seemed to miss it. He was quite nice to
her, and very polite, but he hadn't shown any recognition of her feelings
since he'd arrived. Well, perhaps there were a few things he DIDN'T do or
say to make her wonder- he'd never denied it when Jin-eh referred to her as
'his woman,' nor had he ever SERIOUSLY complained when she hugged him
(though he did sometimes seem awfully... embarrassed... by it). However,
she had no idea how, exactly, he felt for her.
She lightly ran her fingers over the hilt, feeling the grooves and bumps in
it. It was well worn, but obviously not much older than the sword itself.
Her father's hilt, on the other hand, was several hundred years old. It
had survived three shattered blades, and would probably last for some time
still. Idly, Kaoru wondered what Kenshin would do if his sakaba ever
broke- quit fighting forever or find someone to make a new sakaba?
Releasing the catch, Kaoru removed the sword from its sheath. Inspecting
the blade, she frowned. Despite being relatively new (for a sword of its
caliber), it was quite worn. Perhaps the usual wear and tear it should
have received had been amplified by the reversed edge, but it still looked
as though it had been put to too much use for its age. Then again, Kenshin
had used the sword a lot since he had met Kaoru- perhaps the damage was
normal for a weapon used that often. She had never really considered it
before, actually.
The amount of damage worried Kaoru, nonetheless. It appeared as if her
concerns about Kenshin needing to replace his sakaba blade might be
warranted. Still, it had been well-made and should last for some time.
Inspecting the blade so closely made her wonder what it felt like to fight
with. Standing up, she held it in front of her in a classic practice
stance. It was almost perfectly weighted, she could tell, and surprisingly
well-balanced. She took a couple of swings with it, and found it gave a
bit more resistance than she expected, but with a little practice she could
easily get used to it.
With another swing, she started to feel it become more a part of her.
That thought stuck in her mind for some reason. The first lesson her
father had taught her in this very dojo was that a sword was the extension
of the person holding it. Well, Kenshin's sakaba had been a part of his
life ever since the fall of the Tokugawa shogunate. His sword was an
extension of him.
Kaoru blushed when she realized what she was thinking- that she was
actually holding a part of Kenshin.
She dropped the sword. Putting it that way- that she was holding a part of
him- made her think about certain OTHER parts of a man a lady shouldn't be
holding. And some of the euphemisms that a few of her and her father's
former (more vulgar) students used made the connection all the more
apparent.
Actually, that thought didn't really upset her that much. Slowly, she bent
over and picked it up again. That... particular part of Kenshin that the
sword might represent was something Kaoru had sometimes fantasized about-
and only fantasized, because she hadn't yet seen it in real life. She had
frequently dreamed of being Kenshin's wife, or lover, or... well,
something. She desperately hoped that he didn't think that she was too
young for him. She had been old enough to get married for a couple years
now, surely she was old enough for him.
Still, Kaoru wondered. Perhaps she and he would be married one day, and if
they ever did how good a wife would she be? How good a wife COULD she be-
she wasn't a very good cook, she was sweaty and smelly a lot of the time
because of all the practice she did to get ready for the fights she always
wound up in, and no-one had ever explained enough about the... process...
of how she could be good in bed for her to think she stood a chance of
satisfying him unless she were to 'practice'. And how could she practice
that sort of thing without betraying him?
But... here was a way in front of her right now. Here was a 'part' of
Kenshin's that was shaped just right for her to practice with that she
WOULDN'T be betraying him if she were to practice with.
Kaoru trembled slightly with indecision. Should she or shouldn't she?
Perhaps her innocence was one thing that attracted him to her, and if she
was to do something that would remove some of that innocence perhaps her
chances of winning Kenshin's heart would lessen.
But shouldn't she be good at SOMETHING that a wife is supposed to be good
at? Even when it came to managing money, she was only mediocre- she liked
spending too much in order to take vacations and things. She needed
something else she was good at.
And this could be it. So decided, she grabbed the sword- after putting it
back in it's sheath- by the blade and hiked up her skirt. With the fingers
on the hand holding up the skirt, she tried to guide the hilt to its
destination. However, whenever she started to move the sakaba, her
clothing fell down into the way. After two or three failed attempts, Kaoru
sighed.
"If someone sees me, it'll be embarrassing regardless. Might as well get
rid of these clothes, too..." she muttered Checking to make sure the door
to the dojo was closed and secured, she started taking off her kendo
uniform, stripping off the skirt first and then untying her gi shirt.
Pulling it off, she decided to also remove her breast bindings as well- for
one thing, they were a bit strained at the moment, and for another she felt
rather silly dressed in just them. She noticed as she did that her nipples
were starting to tighten up into hard points, much like they sometimes did
during some of her more... risque... fantasies about Kenshin. Well, it
made sense- this was perhaps the most risque fantasy she'd ever had.
She grabbed the sword again, squatted slightly, and once more guided it to
the target. With the guiding hand, she spread her lower lips apart and
brought the hilt up to just BARELY touch them.
"No turning back," she vowed, gritting her teeth. Adding her second hand
next to the first on the sword, she started pushing it in slowly. As it
made a rather agonizing passage through her body, she felt every bump,
notch, and groove in the hilt with intricate detail- at least for the small
bit she got inside her before stopping.
The problem was it HURT- a lot. She knew it was supposed to hurt the first
time, but this was too much. Also, there was something blocking its
passage, and she wasn't sure she should continue. She closed her eyes and
breathed a bit, and started to pull the sakaba back out. It felt a LITTLE
better, but not much.
"No," she muttered. "I said I wasn't turning back, so I'd better start
again."
She closed her eyes, thought of doing this with Kenshin himself and not
just his sword, and went back to pushing it in. This time, she noticed it
was going in easier. It seemed that she was sweating a little inside-
something which also happened occasionally during her fantasies- and that
was helping the sword to slide in.
Once again, she encountered a slight resistance after she'd barely started.
She found it gave a little bit, and pushed in some more. Suddenly, she
felt a wierd tearing inside her, and the slight extra pressure she'd added
to break through the barrier suddenly jerked the sword another two full
inches inside once the barrier was gone.
"Ack!" Kaoru cried. That was even more painful then it had been when she'd
started, and it felt like she might have damaged herself.
Not sure what she should do, she pulled the sakaba all the way out. She
noticed a slight smear of blood on it, but not too much- she obviously
hadn't seriously wounded herself or anything. And the pain had already
gone away- though the memory of it remained.
More cautiously this time, she lined the sword up appropriately and shoved
it in, this time trying to take it with more caution.
This was the easiest time yet- she was still sweating down there, and that
made the passage all the more slick and comfortable. In fact, it was very
comfortable....
She put it in as deep as she dared let it go, and began to draw it back.
It felt twice as good going back as it did going forward. She pushed back
in a little faster, hoping to get to the pulling part quicker, but found
that pushing back at that point was even better than pulling had felt.
Kaoru repeated this motion several times. Each time it changed direction,
she felt the pleasure in the movement build. In and out, out and in,
building in tempo and force as the sweat also grew. In fact, some of that
slick sweat started leaking out around the sakaba and ran down the outside
of the sheath.
Now that it was finally feeling good, Kaoru was able to close her eyes and
imagine it was Kenshin that was entering her. That added to her fire, and
she wondered if it would be this good if it was REALLY him inside. She
wanted to moan, to cry out, but she held back on it. She wanted to be able
to do this quietly when she and Kenshin were really married- after all, if
Yahiko was going to stay (like she was hoping he would- he'd become a sort
of brother or son to her) she wouldn't want him to hear every time she and
Kenshin went to bed.
As the pleasure and the amount of liquid grew, her hands started getting
slippery and she had trouble holding onto the sword. Also, her hips
started bucking involuntarily, making it even more difficult to hold on.
In frustration, she tore it out of herself, released the catch, and slid it
back out of the sheath. Deciding she couldn't bother with using her hands
anymore, she stabbed downwards, planting the blade in the newly cleaned
floor of her dojo. She was beyond caring about the cleaning at this point.
She positioned herself over the hilt and let herself decend upon it. Down,
then back up. Down, then up. Over and over again, building back the
ground that she had lost in that brief delay.
Her hands were now free from gripping the sword and able to roam elsewhere.
They did so, running up her sides and over her breasts. Her fingertips
gently rubbed the little nubs that were proudly hardened up. That added
slightly to her growing pleasure, and Kaoru smiled, imagining Kenshin's
hands where hers were then.
Kaoru's legs were tiring, but she didn't care. She could tell her body was
building to something- she didn't know what yet, but she knew it was
something good. She kept bouncing up and down on the hilt of Kenshin's
sword, jiggling her breasts against her fingers.
Whatever it was that was coming, Kaoru could tell it was coming soon. Just
a little more stimulation, and it would arrive. Perhaps if she were to
take one of her hands and lightly pinch that small point sticking out over
her lower lips-
Oh, that was it. A buzzing she'd felt all over her body suddenly exploded
into much more intense feelings. Her legs finally gave out on her, and she
sank the rest of the way onto the hilt- and when the hilt couldn't get any
deeper without too much resistance, it was pushed further into the dojo
floor.
Not that Kaoru noticed any of it. She couldn't see or hear anything, but
she certainly could feel something- and that something made all of her
fantasies pale in comparison. She had peaked, and no longer could control
what she was doing or saying.
"Kenshin!" she screamed out loudly, no longer able to keep herself quiet.
Slowly, as wave after wave of decending levels of pleasure faded, she
started regaining her senses and evaluated her position. She realized she
look like a nail driven into the floor of her own dojo- she and the hilt
were the head of the nail, and the sword the point that stuck into the
wood. She had somehow wound up with her butt on the floor and her breasts
crushed up against her knees.
Slowly, she began disentangling herself. The sword slid out of her with a
wet *plop* as she backed off of it, and she rolled over onto her back,
taking some deep breaths and stretching out.
After catching her breath, Kaoru remembered that she was lying naked on the
floor next to the evidence of her recent indulgence. "Ugh... I'd better
clean all this up. Then I'd better get a bath."
* * * * *
That night, Kenshin returned back home with Sano and Yahiko in tow. Yahiko
had apparently run into the other two men on the way home (with take-out
that he'd been given by the Akebako in partial thanks for his work) and
they sat around eating their meal. Kenshin saw into the dojo, and noticed
something was amiss about the room.
Kenshin walked into the room and up to his sword, followed by a nervous
Kaoru. The sword stand had collapsed, and there was a small patch in the
floor as if it had been cut by a sword and repaired.
"What happened here?" he asked.
Kaoru sighed. "Um, I'm afraid I broke it as I was cleaning the room. I
thought I'd fixed it, but I guess it was more damaged than I thought."
Kenshin smiled. Good- there hadn't been a fight Kaoru didn't tell him
about, after all. "Don't worry, Kaoru-dono... I'll fix it for you." He
picked up the fake sword and set it aside with the greatest of care- he
knew part of it was a family heirloom, and would not do anything to harm
it. Then he grabbed his own sword.
Something was really wrong there. "Ano... Kaoru-dono, why is my sword so
sticky?"
Kaoru blushed faintly. Hoping he didn't notice, she replied with her
prepared excuse.
"I'm sorry, Kenshin. I wanted to try practicing with it, but I'm afraid I
worked with it a bit longer than I'd planned and sweated all over the
handle. I tried to clean it off, but I guess I didn't do a very good
job..."
Kenshin frowned. He knew that sweat was usually absorbed by the hilt of
his sword- he'd designed it that way. Also, sweat wasn't usually this
sticky when it dried. Plus, whatever it was that was on his sword
certainly smelled like something other than sweat... though there was the
definite scent of Kaoru in it, whatever it was.
Then Kenshin noticed her blush. She was flaming red, and her fists were
clenched so tightly her knuckles were turning white. He was about to ask
her how, exactly, she had been practicing with it when he noticed both
Yahiko and Sano eavesdropping. Besides, there probably were some things he
was better off not knowing...
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Closing Notes: Okay, the quote was, while drunk, "I'm the sweaty, smelly
woman who fights... but... but... there's one other thing I can do...
it's... it's... NO WAY! I can't say that in front of people! I'm too
shy! But I guess I should, but... or should I..." Well, er, I figured
that might be one thing she'd be too shy to say, ya know?
Well, I promised an explanation of the origins of this lemon, right? Well,
I was chatting with some people on the FanFic IRC (FFIRC), and we were
talking about the weirdest or sickest Ranma 1/2 couples that could fit
together in a WAFF or Lemon. Well, one of these couples was
'Nodoka\Katana.' Er, well, I couldn't really see Nodoka doing it... in
fact, I couldn't really see Kaoru doing it, either, but I figured I could
find better motivations for her than Nodoka...
Thanks to the members of the Fanfic Mailing List (FFML) and the Kenshin
Fanfic Mailing List (KFFDisc) who helped me revise this and come up with a
title.
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