Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Festival of Lights ❯ Mahiru's POV, take 3 (finale) ( Chapter 6 )
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Anime/Manga: Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 253 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.08.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 253 | Status: Completed
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
A Samurai Deeper Kyo Challenge Fanfic
Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Here it is! The final chapter to this drawn out little saga. I hope it was worth the wait! Happening after a stretch of the manga presented in volume 15, Benitora, Mahiru and Sasuke stop to rest in a local village where the villagers are celebrating a festival. After a few drinks and much celebrating, something...strange...has happened. Now confessions have been made and the hunter has become the hunted. Freshly squeezed lemon for all! FINALLY! Told from Mahiru's POV. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.
~MAHIRU'S POV~
He was so close I could smell him!
But he had no idea I was there.
Our little game of cat and mouse was quite intriguing. I knew Benitora was a good fighter, but he was a good tracker as well. One look and you knew all of his senses were focused on one goal. I could see his muscles move beneath his skin, tension working as he knew he was close, too. One sound, one touch and he would've snapped. Just like a wild animal.
My own senses weren't so far off. Granted hiding was one of my specialties, staying one step ahead was a difficult task. From my position I could almost reach out and brush his shoulder. He was THAT close! My hand went over my mouth instead, stifling my need to laugh.
I liked this game. Better than the hide and seek my sister and I used to play when I was younger. Better than the training I had to undergo to become a ninja. And, I knew, I would love the results.
Silence filled my ears and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Carefully I leaned around the wide tree trunk to view my prey. My eyes took in trees, green leaves and wooden limbs.
But no Benitora.
Until I turned around.
There was really no time to think. His hands grasped onto my shoulders, pulling me closer. His lips pressed against mine forcefully, hungrily. His arms were like steel bands as he released my shoulders and grasped me more securely. I was crushed to his chest, our bodies seductively pulled together. Two steps backward and I had nowhere else to go with the large tree trunk pushing into my back.
But I didn't want to go anywhere.
I wanted this as badly as he. Placing my hands on the sides of his face, I returned his kiss. Fueling it with my own hunger and need. One leg lifted, wrapping as tightly around his hip as possible.
Thankfully there isn't much of a height difference between us.
I could feel his entire body tense, a moan escaping from his mouth and floating into mine. I returned the favor as his groin pushed against my center. My entire lower body felt like it was melting, the need to have him growing inside of me.
It grew for him too, easily evident by the throbbing bulge in his pants. His hands were everywhere and anywhere. Roaming. Caressing. Molding. Grasping. Even though I was completely clothed I could still feel the searing heat of his touch. I sighed into his mouth as his fingertips brushed against the exposed flesh of my chest. Carefully he worked his way inside my top, groping me tightly in his grasp. My hips moved against his in approval.
Baring one hardened peak, his lips moved from my mouth to my shoulder to my breast. I sucked in a breath, my body shivering at the sensation of his wet lips against sensitive skin. I groaned as he lightly bit into the turgid nipple, sighing as he smoothed the tiny jolt of pain with his tongue. Then he repeated the action.
Again.
And again.
With me pinned tightly to the tree, he molded one breast while he bared the other. "Beautiful," he muttered before lavishing the same attention to the opposing, wanting peak. "You're beautiful, Mahiru," he said as his lips covered mine once again.
I grunted, thrusting my hips forward as his fingers found there way under my skirt and to my center. It shouldn't have been difficult since I neglected to put on any undergarments. If he was surprised he didn't show it, immediately caressing that special spot and dipping one finger into my core. I grunted again as he added a second finger and began moving them in time with the tiny movements of my hips.
My hands rested on his hips for support, fingertips lightly grazed the tent in his pants. He pushed his hips against my fingers and I echoed with a thrust of my own. Boldly I thrust my hand through the waistband of his pants and touched him. I brushed the head of his arousal with the tip of my thumb, the rest of my fingers trying to move around him, to feel him, to give him the same kind of pleasure he was giving me. He moaned into the kiss. The curl of my fingers around his length and the clenching of muscles around his digits was enough to snap any control he may have had.
Roughly and quickly my skirt was pulled up. I helped him with the tie of his pants and in seconds they dropped to his ankles. He wasted no time pushing his now bared erection against my slick warmth. My body melted at the touch, a pool of desire beginning to fan out over my body. My hips instinctively reached for his. I whimpered as the head of his arousal rubbed against me, teasing me.
Then I screamed as he pushed himself inside of me.
His mouth covered most of the noise. Our tongues danced and lip locked tightly together. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, dragging downward and scratching tender flesh. My reaction wasn't so much from pain - there really wasn't any to speak of - but more from the shear joy of having him inside me again. I moaned into our continuing kiss, trying to tell him just how much I was enjoying his attentions.
The kiss broke as he began to move in a rhythm. His breath tickled my ear and the combination of friction and warmth cause the first overflow of the pool. Every thrust only pushed me closer and closer to the edge. It wasn't long before I found myself on a precipice. Wet lips tugged at my earlobe and the increase in speed was enough to send me over. Fingernails dug into his back as my first orgasm washed over me.
But it didn't stop there. I was vaguely aware of falling. Actually I was being moved lower. Cool grass brushed my feet, my calves then my knees. The blades tickled, just like Benitora's fingertips against my spine. He mumbled something in my ear, something I didn't understand. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, stretching me and piercing me anew from a slightly different angle. After a moment though, I realized it had been instructions. My mind grasped onto what he had said and my body answered.
Slowly I rose, shivering at the sensation of his engorged flesh rubbing against my insides. Quickly I lowered myself before he left me completely. The jab of pain was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure. I continued in this fashion, moving over him instinctively. His hands grasped my hips, guiding me. His lips played with my opposite earlobe, teasing my senses further.
"Tora," I muttered incoherently. "Oh gods--!"
He growled into my ear, his hands pulling on my hips, increasing the tempo. My second orgasm was quick to fall upon me. My eyes fluttered then closed, my body grasping for his still rigid manhood inside of me as fire burst through my bloodstream and out of my pores.
"Gods, Mahiru."
Again there was movement, but I wasn't aware of it until it was all over. Holding me close he maneuvered us to the ground, my back pressed firmly against the forest floor. From this angle I could feel more of the head of him moving inside of me, pressing against a soft spot, which made me moan every time he hit it. Aimlessly I grasped at his back as he thrust inside of me over and over.
"I can't get enough."
His movements were more punctuated, more purposeful. He muttered incoherent phrases into my ear. But my mind was hazy from my last orgasm and my third orgasm swiftly heading towards me. And my fourth. I cried out several times. I called his name. I swore at him. I praised him. Colored dots filled the darkness of my eyelids and then I saw nothing as I reached my climax. He was quick to follow, feeding into the final rush of pleasure my body could handle.
He kissed my neck, my cheek, then pressed his lips against mine. This kiss was sweet, gentle. A contrast to our earlier demands upon each other. He slipped himself from my center, moving so that his full weight wasn't on me. Laying on his side, his head propped up by one hand we gazed at each other through heavy lidded eyes.
Breathing heavily he smiled a lopsided grin in my direction. "I suppose this mean...my chances...were good."
"Hai." My voice was just as breathless as his. I couldn't help but smile also. "But...it seems a little unfair."
"How's that?"
"You got more than what you asked for."
He chuckled. "So I did."
My voice was much more sober when I replied, "Consider it payment for the times when we cannot be together."
He seemed to somber as well. "We do still have a mission, don't we?"
"That we do."
He sighed and I heard him moving about. Collecting himself - or rather his pants - I discovered. I followed suit, pulling my top together and adjusting my skirt. There would be a mess to clean up, I knew. And another warm bath sounded tantalizing.
"So...what happens when this is all over?"
A good question. I never liked to plan too far ahead. Plans changed so easily. Just as dreams died so quickly. I frowned, looking at the ground.
"Perhaps, we should discuss that AFTER we have found the Mibu and the war has been won."
Strong arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders reassuringly. "I won't forget."
"Neither will I."
"Until then," he said, hugging me one last time before letting go. "I look forward to when we can be together again."
"Perhaps we will be lucky enough to run into another village...and another festival."
His smile pushed all fear and doubt from my mind. "Do you think we'll be lucky enough?"
"I guess we won't know until we move on."
"I suppose you're right. We should head out just before dark." He stepped away from me, heading back into the forest in the direction from which we had come. "Gather our things together. I'll go looking for the brat."
"Sarutobi?"
"Meet me in the bath house in half an hour," he called back.
My question went unheard as he disappeared into the foliage.
With a sigh I finished re-tying my belt and followed him into the shadow of the afternoon trees. Perhaps we would be lucky enough to be able to let loose and enjoy each other properly. But the opportunity wasn't going to present itself for some time. Even I knew that. I could not forget about the Mibu.
If nothing else, the Festival of Lights is a yearly celebration.
I would have to make a note of that for a later date.
For now, I would settle with another warm bath and good company.
~OWARI~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.
A Samurai Deeper Kyo Challenge Fanfic
Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Here it is! The final chapter to this drawn out little saga. I hope it was worth the wait! Happening after a stretch of the manga presented in volume 15, Benitora, Mahiru and Sasuke stop to rest in a local village where the villagers are celebrating a festival. After a few drinks and much celebrating, something...strange...has happened. Now confessions have been made and the hunter has become the hunted. Freshly squeezed lemon for all! FINALLY! Told from Mahiru's POV. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.
~MAHIRU'S POV~
He was so close I could smell him!
But he had no idea I was there.
Our little game of cat and mouse was quite intriguing. I knew Benitora was a good fighter, but he was a good tracker as well. One look and you knew all of his senses were focused on one goal. I could see his muscles move beneath his skin, tension working as he knew he was close, too. One sound, one touch and he would've snapped. Just like a wild animal.
My own senses weren't so far off. Granted hiding was one of my specialties, staying one step ahead was a difficult task. From my position I could almost reach out and brush his shoulder. He was THAT close! My hand went over my mouth instead, stifling my need to laugh.
I liked this game. Better than the hide and seek my sister and I used to play when I was younger. Better than the training I had to undergo to become a ninja. And, I knew, I would love the results.
Silence filled my ears and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Carefully I leaned around the wide tree trunk to view my prey. My eyes took in trees, green leaves and wooden limbs.
But no Benitora.
Until I turned around.
There was really no time to think. His hands grasped onto my shoulders, pulling me closer. His lips pressed against mine forcefully, hungrily. His arms were like steel bands as he released my shoulders and grasped me more securely. I was crushed to his chest, our bodies seductively pulled together. Two steps backward and I had nowhere else to go with the large tree trunk pushing into my back.
But I didn't want to go anywhere.
I wanted this as badly as he. Placing my hands on the sides of his face, I returned his kiss. Fueling it with my own hunger and need. One leg lifted, wrapping as tightly around his hip as possible.
Thankfully there isn't much of a height difference between us.
I could feel his entire body tense, a moan escaping from his mouth and floating into mine. I returned the favor as his groin pushed against my center. My entire lower body felt like it was melting, the need to have him growing inside of me.
It grew for him too, easily evident by the throbbing bulge in his pants. His hands were everywhere and anywhere. Roaming. Caressing. Molding. Grasping. Even though I was completely clothed I could still feel the searing heat of his touch. I sighed into his mouth as his fingertips brushed against the exposed flesh of my chest. Carefully he worked his way inside my top, groping me tightly in his grasp. My hips moved against his in approval.
Baring one hardened peak, his lips moved from my mouth to my shoulder to my breast. I sucked in a breath, my body shivering at the sensation of his wet lips against sensitive skin. I groaned as he lightly bit into the turgid nipple, sighing as he smoothed the tiny jolt of pain with his tongue. Then he repeated the action.
Again.
And again.
With me pinned tightly to the tree, he molded one breast while he bared the other. "Beautiful," he muttered before lavishing the same attention to the opposing, wanting peak. "You're beautiful, Mahiru," he said as his lips covered mine once again.
I grunted, thrusting my hips forward as his fingers found there way under my skirt and to my center. It shouldn't have been difficult since I neglected to put on any undergarments. If he was surprised he didn't show it, immediately caressing that special spot and dipping one finger into my core. I grunted again as he added a second finger and began moving them in time with the tiny movements of my hips.
My hands rested on his hips for support, fingertips lightly grazed the tent in his pants. He pushed his hips against my fingers and I echoed with a thrust of my own. Boldly I thrust my hand through the waistband of his pants and touched him. I brushed the head of his arousal with the tip of my thumb, the rest of my fingers trying to move around him, to feel him, to give him the same kind of pleasure he was giving me. He moaned into the kiss. The curl of my fingers around his length and the clenching of muscles around his digits was enough to snap any control he may have had.
Roughly and quickly my skirt was pulled up. I helped him with the tie of his pants and in seconds they dropped to his ankles. He wasted no time pushing his now bared erection against my slick warmth. My body melted at the touch, a pool of desire beginning to fan out over my body. My hips instinctively reached for his. I whimpered as the head of his arousal rubbed against me, teasing me.
Then I screamed as he pushed himself inside of me.
His mouth covered most of the noise. Our tongues danced and lip locked tightly together. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, dragging downward and scratching tender flesh. My reaction wasn't so much from pain - there really wasn't any to speak of - but more from the shear joy of having him inside me again. I moaned into our continuing kiss, trying to tell him just how much I was enjoying his attentions.
The kiss broke as he began to move in a rhythm. His breath tickled my ear and the combination of friction and warmth cause the first overflow of the pool. Every thrust only pushed me closer and closer to the edge. It wasn't long before I found myself on a precipice. Wet lips tugged at my earlobe and the increase in speed was enough to send me over. Fingernails dug into his back as my first orgasm washed over me.
But it didn't stop there. I was vaguely aware of falling. Actually I was being moved lower. Cool grass brushed my feet, my calves then my knees. The blades tickled, just like Benitora's fingertips against my spine. He mumbled something in my ear, something I didn't understand. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, stretching me and piercing me anew from a slightly different angle. After a moment though, I realized it had been instructions. My mind grasped onto what he had said and my body answered.
Slowly I rose, shivering at the sensation of his engorged flesh rubbing against my insides. Quickly I lowered myself before he left me completely. The jab of pain was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure. I continued in this fashion, moving over him instinctively. His hands grasped my hips, guiding me. His lips played with my opposite earlobe, teasing my senses further.
"Tora," I muttered incoherently. "Oh gods--!"
He growled into my ear, his hands pulling on my hips, increasing the tempo. My second orgasm was quick to fall upon me. My eyes fluttered then closed, my body grasping for his still rigid manhood inside of me as fire burst through my bloodstream and out of my pores.
"Gods, Mahiru."
Again there was movement, but I wasn't aware of it until it was all over. Holding me close he maneuvered us to the ground, my back pressed firmly against the forest floor. From this angle I could feel more of the head of him moving inside of me, pressing against a soft spot, which made me moan every time he hit it. Aimlessly I grasped at his back as he thrust inside of me over and over.
"I can't get enough."
His movements were more punctuated, more purposeful. He muttered incoherent phrases into my ear. But my mind was hazy from my last orgasm and my third orgasm swiftly heading towards me. And my fourth. I cried out several times. I called his name. I swore at him. I praised him. Colored dots filled the darkness of my eyelids and then I saw nothing as I reached my climax. He was quick to follow, feeding into the final rush of pleasure my body could handle.
He kissed my neck, my cheek, then pressed his lips against mine. This kiss was sweet, gentle. A contrast to our earlier demands upon each other. He slipped himself from my center, moving so that his full weight wasn't on me. Laying on his side, his head propped up by one hand we gazed at each other through heavy lidded eyes.
Breathing heavily he smiled a lopsided grin in my direction. "I suppose this mean...my chances...were good."
"Hai." My voice was just as breathless as his. I couldn't help but smile also. "But...it seems a little unfair."
"How's that?"
"You got more than what you asked for."
He chuckled. "So I did."
My voice was much more sober when I replied, "Consider it payment for the times when we cannot be together."
He seemed to somber as well. "We do still have a mission, don't we?"
"That we do."
He sighed and I heard him moving about. Collecting himself - or rather his pants - I discovered. I followed suit, pulling my top together and adjusting my skirt. There would be a mess to clean up, I knew. And another warm bath sounded tantalizing.
"So...what happens when this is all over?"
A good question. I never liked to plan too far ahead. Plans changed so easily. Just as dreams died so quickly. I frowned, looking at the ground.
"Perhaps, we should discuss that AFTER we have found the Mibu and the war has been won."
Strong arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders reassuringly. "I won't forget."
"Neither will I."
"Until then," he said, hugging me one last time before letting go. "I look forward to when we can be together again."
"Perhaps we will be lucky enough to run into another village...and another festival."
His smile pushed all fear and doubt from my mind. "Do you think we'll be lucky enough?"
"I guess we won't know until we move on."
"I suppose you're right. We should head out just before dark." He stepped away from me, heading back into the forest in the direction from which we had come. "Gather our things together. I'll go looking for the brat."
"Sarutobi?"
"Meet me in the bath house in half an hour," he called back.
My question went unheard as he disappeared into the foliage.
With a sigh I finished re-tying my belt and followed him into the shadow of the afternoon trees. Perhaps we would be lucky enough to be able to let loose and enjoy each other properly. But the opportunity wasn't going to present itself for some time. Even I knew that. I could not forget about the Mibu.
If nothing else, the Festival of Lights is a yearly celebration.
I would have to make a note of that for a later date.
For now, I would settle with another warm bath and good company.
~OWARI~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.