Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Sang Sur les Roses ❯ Chapter XII ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Ishida Miyako 
Touga challenges Utena with surprising results.
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 283 | Status: Work In Progress
Touga challenges Utena with surprising results.
Anime/Manga: Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 283 | Status: Work In Progress
“Himemiya!”
“Hai, Utena-sama?”
“I’m going out for a run. I should be back before dinner!”
“Hai Utena-sama.” Pushing her head through the hole in her white T-shirt over a pink leotard and black Lycra shorts Utena took off from Ohtori’s campus supported by her lighter than air Nike cross trainers, trotting past the waist-high granite stone hedge of the Kiryuu Mansion. The Seitokaichou’s towering home standing in the dead center of more than 50 acres was a smooth white concrete edifice of red sloping eves, narrow chimneystacks, and reflective black windows. The 20-foot high automated gates were steel grey iron fashioned into graceful looping curves and artful bends. Miles of crisp green manicured grass level, as a carpet was barren of trees, Utena could just make out a snaking narrow white gravel footpath to the front entrance. One of the doors opened, Utena squatted low and watched Touga carrying his briefcase speak to his butler respectfully before departing. School business, on a Saturday? She continued on her jog before the bastard spotted her. The park was her initial destination but Utena had a change of heart and trekked to the beach. She didn’t stop to absorb the pristine white sand or sleepy swells, instead she chugged up an incline of hard-packed wet, brown sand from an enclosure of miniature cliff faces and a thicket of huge oblique rocks nestled in the sand caressed by the incoming tide’s placid foamy white, bubbling back into the maritime expanse like a riff of mermaid’s laughter.
The scratchy crush of sand underfoot changed to soil and foliage as Utena vanished into the forest, finding the deer path she slowed down and took her time under the canopy of green, showering her were the splits of white sunlight. Through a dozen red torii she strolled to the jinja, cleansed her mouth and hands at the black marble fount and paid homage to the resident deity. Behind the temple was a near invisible dirt path from the dense grass and vegetation and from within the crotch of a tree, Utena retrieved her white canvas knapsack. She could see the clearing and in it was a long-forgotten sanctuary, a decrepit dojo shunned by the world, perfect for a little stealth training. At the foot of the steps was a pair of gargoyles for the evil sprites to vie with. Their embedded jade eyes reflected Utena in miniature, memorizing her presence. She heard a fortuitous battle cry from within tampered with threat and walked in.
“Am I late?” A smaller girl with sapphire-hued jet black plaited hair paused in mid-strike dropped her bokken and bowed to Utena.
“Nah, I’m early! Ready to start?”
Utena nodded. “Hai sensei!”
* * *
‘I would like you to have this.’ Utena said opening her trunk.
‘What is it?’ Ruka asked. She lay across her thighs kneeling on the carpet a shirasaya. ‘I can’t accept this.’
‘I want you to take it Ruka. I need you to protect my father’s sword, it meant so much to him.’ He demurred feeling his gut rack up guilt.
‘I don’t know much about the art you see.’ Utena sighed anticipating that response.
‘I feel the same way and because I’ve only been fencing since the beginning of high school it’s hardly appropriate for me to display it in my room.’ A gohei, a streamer of white paper quartered into a zigzag, was a Shinto charm to detract evil and mark off reverent spiritual locales hung from the blade’s kashira. The tsuka and saya were expertly handcrafted from white Birchwood, unvarnished and smoother than satin. Ruka unsheathed it and the steel blade caught the sunlight giving the blade an inhuman luster. He placed it on the low table and dug into his briefcase.
‘You may want to reconsider your offer. Here,’ Ruka scrawled something on a bit of folded paper. ‘This person could help you.’ Taue Rizu at 5’3½” was the girls’ kendo team captain and mixed blooded. Her dexterity in the art came from her speed and light footedness from her small frame and was able to take out her strongest of male opponents. After her defeat of Aoyagi Jouta Saionji imposed penalties on his team should they be caught harassing her. Never again was a stone flung in her direction nor a coarse word said to her. She proved herself to be a force to be reckoned with and no longer felt odd, ashamed even of carrying her kendo gear. Taue wondered if Jougasaki would continue that in his former captain’s vein. Utena took her first kendo lesson in years; her father was her original instructor but didn’t live long enough to teach her anything relevant aside from headstrikes. She stood executing these in the East Hall’s yard, once again Anthy vanished for the evening and the campus was dead. Dressed for the unseasonable heat in white denim cut offs, a pink boat-necked top and white crocheted flats, Utena was given her own shinai and bokken for practice and refused to wear the heavy cotton grey hakama and women’s white gi at this time of night. Behind were the mocking shrills of the cicadas in the woods and rashly she went back to the dueling forest to see what Touga and the others got up to in there on Saturday nights.
Utena felt secure taking her bokken with her, regardless of her limitations with it. Was it illogical on her part? She didn’t care; the only thing that mattered was the Seitokaichou and his rowdy crew’s weekend activities. Where Utena entered she couldn’t tell the rose gate was missing and all she saw was trees and the underbrush. The music was pounding from a distance and the only sounds close was labored breathing. Utena stopped in her tracks when she saw the outline of something ghostly white rumpled on the ground; it was Touga’s jacket. The violent crunch and rustle of dried leaves and grass were beyond the shrubbery and Utena saw a pair of naked bodies writhing with virulent passion. The minty blonde woman rode Touga roughly her head tilted heavenward grunting mightily. Utena recognized her from a photo in a display case from the Hall of Ohtori Gakuen Alumni Honorees, Ohtori Kanae, daughter of the chairman and Anthy’s brother’s fiancée. Touga’s licentiousness was boundless and her cries were becoming staccato, bouncing her breasts twisting the nipples speeding up her lunges on Touga’s turgid cock that Utena could make out the fine red thatch at its base. She didn’t stay for the climax and went back to the yard to finish her headstrikes.
* * *
During her shower she locked every door and window keeping the curtain drawn back facing the door at all times. She pulled a long T-shirt on and collapsed into bed drawing up the top sheet over her shoulder and turning over Utena sighed contentedly. The soft swish of the gauzy white curtains in a breeze in tune with her breath was the only sounds until the quiet drop of a foot on the carpet to cross legs. Utena’s eyes snapped open she went for her side table and lightning quick Touga’s long leg kicked the drawer shut, but he fell for the bait and beneath the sheets Utena withdrew her tanto and held it to his throat.
“How did you get in here?”
“I’ve been here before you came in. By the way, good form out there.” Touga smirked. Utena’s anger was stoked by his flippancy and pressed the blade into his skin slicing a thready line of blood. He grasped her wrist and to her surprise he was forcing her to go deeper.
“Go ahead… do it. Can you do it?” Utena’s eyes bulged and pulled with all her strength to free herself of him. Touga didn’t shift a centimeter on the chair. “‘I never do things half-assed. I go all the way.’ Your words. Now prove it Tenjou. Go all the way… c’mon I want you to…” Her eyes were squeezing tears she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She just wasn’t bloodthirsty as Touga was, as they were.
“I’m… not… going… to hurt you!” He relinquished his grip, Utena rolled under the window. “Get out of here! Get away from me!” He stared down at her coldly picked up the tanto from the carpet and slit the T-shirt down the front. She was naked, Touga focused on the sex, she was musking. Her adrenaline propelled by her fear was pumping a hundred times faster than usual and released pheromones easily swotted up by any male in the vicinity. Touga threw the blade under the bed his ogling was intimidating enough for her compliancy.
“All right Utena let me see…” See? See what? She was stark naked her limbs were no longer communicating with her command-screaming brain. “Open up,” Touga clarified. Utena was mortified. She couldn’t bring herself to inspect her own body let alone for anyone else’s sick pleasure.
“I can’t…”
“For me you will.” Touga asserted in his most paternal tone. Utena brought her hand between her legs and parted the labia. It squished from her burgeoning juices.
“Ahh!” She turned away praying this was another dream.
“The clitoris,” Touga flicked a finger, “lift it.” Utena complied. Touga pushed forward for a closer inspection. The nodule sizzled beneath her thumb. “You’re on your way to becoming just like Anthy, Utena.” He told her. “And I’m very impressed.” Tucking his fingers under her ass he lifted Utena by the sex and deposited her on the confines of her twin bed. “And now for the sampling.” Utena’s muscles fused lying on her flat belly she felt her mattress slump from Touga’s weight and heard him undress. She rolled her eyes and saw his heavy red mane cascade down his narrow back scalloping with muscle. “I’m glad you like what you see, because I like what I see.” Vainly Utena flattened her hand over her sex helpless to her situation. “Kanae-san was a lousy fuck- as I’m sure you could tell- believing I could do something about the chairman. You haven’t met him yet, have you? Well that’s of little consequence, but when you do we’ll have wonderful news.” What in hell was this madman babbling about? He spooned behind her sweeping his hands over her roseate flesh. “Yes… wonderful news…” Touga breathed. “Lay flat Utena,” he ordered. “You shouldn’t carry all that tension within your body. It’s not healthy.” He worked her deltoids professionally, Utena undulated timidly feeling Touga’s cock wet from his first fluids nestling on her buttocks. He grinned and cupped his hand about the shaft and pumped indolently. Utena felt perturbed, she wanted to do that! Touga brushed his free hand along the curves of her breasts enjoying his own body thoroughly he didn’t see Utena slide her knees crooking them and raising her hips.
Her fingers applied sweet pressure on the swollen region Utena was only able to relieve the tension to such a degree wanting to be penetrated by heavier ammunition. Her index and middle digits probed her insides as her thumb chafed the pearl. “Is that for me? How thoughtful Utena,” Touga said brightly. She swayed her hips naturally knowing exactly what she wanted done and how. Excising her hand Touga examined the evidence for conviction and determined that drastic measures be taken. Had he performed operations such as this on other girls? Anthy? Utena’s mind was a flustered jumble unable to formulate the right questions. Touga sucked the juices from her fingers growling then lapped her sex. He could not afford to break the pattern of their drunken revelry touching her tongue with his as their lips met sending her satisfaction soaring. Touga overlapped Utena above him thinking her breasts and body to be even more beautiful in that particular angle of the moonlight, firmer with a silkier sheen. Utena dropped her hips to Touga’s face mimicking Anthy from their first night together, he grazed her soft mound with his lips and smiled watching Utena enjoy her new toy. Caressing the insides of his thighs Utena’s pink head dipped low gathering the column of flesh and muscle in both slick hands and bringing it to her lips. In the same fashion as Anthy did her glass toy Utena swept her tongue across the glans and pushed it past her lips. She bobbed her head in time with plumping the shaft’s base keeping him close releasing the crown and hungrily mouthed the scrotum. Touga obliged Utena extending his pink meat along her labia and spreading it for easier access to the clit lathing it, toying with her brewing passion drawing out the climax as Utena ground her hips to accept his eager kisses. He laved the sex painting it with wide brushstrokes with his tongue as Utena refilled her mouth with his with his distended member memorizing each bulge and ridge guiding her tongue along the shaft. Her expectations were high and knew they were going to be fulfilled with Touga’s girth equal to that of Anthy’s toy. Laterally it had a couple of inches on him, but it was just as well.
‘This is just like that time… when I really…’ Utena fell short of breath her lungs collapsing like a house of cards and she awoke in the lap of the one she loved. Smiling up at him he opened his fist and red rose petals caressed her face as they fluttered to earth. Utena’s knee nudged Touga’s cock in unison with her tongue sliding over his taut male nipple. She pinched its mate and Touga cupped her left breast in response. Utena knelt up clawing her pink full-bodied hair back then lowered a hand to part her bare honey-glazed sex Touga pistoned his cock to its rosebud mouth and pushed in. “Ki… mo… chi…” Utena moaned giving over like a thirsting man wandering the desert stumbling on an oasis. Touga tested Utena’s desire sliding home into her gaping, starving mouth with deep powerful thrusts. He rocked her; hands grasping her hips on his cock Utena’s head thrown back her hands flexing on his pectorals her channel pumped his cock. “Touga! I see it! We’re almost there!” Her words slipped from her mouth like the blubbering of a lush. Utena sped her thrusts Touga’s white-hot injection plugging her and wringing her from all rational thought. “Oshiro!!!” Utena froze and drenched Touga in her juices so that they splashed his lower body radiating her climax into him throttling his organ until he filled her with his seed. The tension could no longer suspend her and she folded atop Touga. “If only we could’ve died together…” She fell into the oblivion of sleep, the undertow dragging her where she would not awaken for hours.
TSUZUKU
“Hai, Utena-sama?”
“I’m going out for a run. I should be back before dinner!”
“Hai Utena-sama.” Pushing her head through the hole in her white T-shirt over a pink leotard and black Lycra shorts Utena took off from Ohtori’s campus supported by her lighter than air Nike cross trainers, trotting past the waist-high granite stone hedge of the Kiryuu Mansion. The Seitokaichou’s towering home standing in the dead center of more than 50 acres was a smooth white concrete edifice of red sloping eves, narrow chimneystacks, and reflective black windows. The 20-foot high automated gates were steel grey iron fashioned into graceful looping curves and artful bends. Miles of crisp green manicured grass level, as a carpet was barren of trees, Utena could just make out a snaking narrow white gravel footpath to the front entrance. One of the doors opened, Utena squatted low and watched Touga carrying his briefcase speak to his butler respectfully before departing. School business, on a Saturday? She continued on her jog before the bastard spotted her. The park was her initial destination but Utena had a change of heart and trekked to the beach. She didn’t stop to absorb the pristine white sand or sleepy swells, instead she chugged up an incline of hard-packed wet, brown sand from an enclosure of miniature cliff faces and a thicket of huge oblique rocks nestled in the sand caressed by the incoming tide’s placid foamy white, bubbling back into the maritime expanse like a riff of mermaid’s laughter.
The scratchy crush of sand underfoot changed to soil and foliage as Utena vanished into the forest, finding the deer path she slowed down and took her time under the canopy of green, showering her were the splits of white sunlight. Through a dozen red torii she strolled to the jinja, cleansed her mouth and hands at the black marble fount and paid homage to the resident deity. Behind the temple was a near invisible dirt path from the dense grass and vegetation and from within the crotch of a tree, Utena retrieved her white canvas knapsack. She could see the clearing and in it was a long-forgotten sanctuary, a decrepit dojo shunned by the world, perfect for a little stealth training. At the foot of the steps was a pair of gargoyles for the evil sprites to vie with. Their embedded jade eyes reflected Utena in miniature, memorizing her presence. She heard a fortuitous battle cry from within tampered with threat and walked in.
“Am I late?” A smaller girl with sapphire-hued jet black plaited hair paused in mid-strike dropped her bokken and bowed to Utena.
“Nah, I’m early! Ready to start?”
Utena nodded. “Hai sensei!”
* * *
‘I would like you to have this.’ Utena said opening her trunk.
‘What is it?’ Ruka asked. She lay across her thighs kneeling on the carpet a shirasaya. ‘I can’t accept this.’
‘I want you to take it Ruka. I need you to protect my father’s sword, it meant so much to him.’ He demurred feeling his gut rack up guilt.
‘I don’t know much about the art you see.’ Utena sighed anticipating that response.
‘I feel the same way and because I’ve only been fencing since the beginning of high school it’s hardly appropriate for me to display it in my room.’ A gohei, a streamer of white paper quartered into a zigzag, was a Shinto charm to detract evil and mark off reverent spiritual locales hung from the blade’s kashira. The tsuka and saya were expertly handcrafted from white Birchwood, unvarnished and smoother than satin. Ruka unsheathed it and the steel blade caught the sunlight giving the blade an inhuman luster. He placed it on the low table and dug into his briefcase.
‘You may want to reconsider your offer. Here,’ Ruka scrawled something on a bit of folded paper. ‘This person could help you.’ Taue Rizu at 5’3½” was the girls’ kendo team captain and mixed blooded. Her dexterity in the art came from her speed and light footedness from her small frame and was able to take out her strongest of male opponents. After her defeat of Aoyagi Jouta Saionji imposed penalties on his team should they be caught harassing her. Never again was a stone flung in her direction nor a coarse word said to her. She proved herself to be a force to be reckoned with and no longer felt odd, ashamed even of carrying her kendo gear. Taue wondered if Jougasaki would continue that in his former captain’s vein. Utena took her first kendo lesson in years; her father was her original instructor but didn’t live long enough to teach her anything relevant aside from headstrikes. She stood executing these in the East Hall’s yard, once again Anthy vanished for the evening and the campus was dead. Dressed for the unseasonable heat in white denim cut offs, a pink boat-necked top and white crocheted flats, Utena was given her own shinai and bokken for practice and refused to wear the heavy cotton grey hakama and women’s white gi at this time of night. Behind were the mocking shrills of the cicadas in the woods and rashly she went back to the dueling forest to see what Touga and the others got up to in there on Saturday nights.
Utena felt secure taking her bokken with her, regardless of her limitations with it. Was it illogical on her part? She didn’t care; the only thing that mattered was the Seitokaichou and his rowdy crew’s weekend activities. Where Utena entered she couldn’t tell the rose gate was missing and all she saw was trees and the underbrush. The music was pounding from a distance and the only sounds close was labored breathing. Utena stopped in her tracks when she saw the outline of something ghostly white rumpled on the ground; it was Touga’s jacket. The violent crunch and rustle of dried leaves and grass were beyond the shrubbery and Utena saw a pair of naked bodies writhing with virulent passion. The minty blonde woman rode Touga roughly her head tilted heavenward grunting mightily. Utena recognized her from a photo in a display case from the Hall of Ohtori Gakuen Alumni Honorees, Ohtori Kanae, daughter of the chairman and Anthy’s brother’s fiancée. Touga’s licentiousness was boundless and her cries were becoming staccato, bouncing her breasts twisting the nipples speeding up her lunges on Touga’s turgid cock that Utena could make out the fine red thatch at its base. She didn’t stay for the climax and went back to the yard to finish her headstrikes.
* * *
During her shower she locked every door and window keeping the curtain drawn back facing the door at all times. She pulled a long T-shirt on and collapsed into bed drawing up the top sheet over her shoulder and turning over Utena sighed contentedly. The soft swish of the gauzy white curtains in a breeze in tune with her breath was the only sounds until the quiet drop of a foot on the carpet to cross legs. Utena’s eyes snapped open she went for her side table and lightning quick Touga’s long leg kicked the drawer shut, but he fell for the bait and beneath the sheets Utena withdrew her tanto and held it to his throat.
“How did you get in here?”
“I’ve been here before you came in. By the way, good form out there.” Touga smirked. Utena’s anger was stoked by his flippancy and pressed the blade into his skin slicing a thready line of blood. He grasped her wrist and to her surprise he was forcing her to go deeper.
“Go ahead… do it. Can you do it?” Utena’s eyes bulged and pulled with all her strength to free herself of him. Touga didn’t shift a centimeter on the chair. “‘I never do things half-assed. I go all the way.’ Your words. Now prove it Tenjou. Go all the way… c’mon I want you to…” Her eyes were squeezing tears she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She just wasn’t bloodthirsty as Touga was, as they were.
“I’m… not… going… to hurt you!” He relinquished his grip, Utena rolled under the window. “Get out of here! Get away from me!” He stared down at her coldly picked up the tanto from the carpet and slit the T-shirt down the front. She was naked, Touga focused on the sex, she was musking. Her adrenaline propelled by her fear was pumping a hundred times faster than usual and released pheromones easily swotted up by any male in the vicinity. Touga threw the blade under the bed his ogling was intimidating enough for her compliancy.
“All right Utena let me see…” See? See what? She was stark naked her limbs were no longer communicating with her command-screaming brain. “Open up,” Touga clarified. Utena was mortified. She couldn’t bring herself to inspect her own body let alone for anyone else’s sick pleasure.
“I can’t…”
“For me you will.” Touga asserted in his most paternal tone. Utena brought her hand between her legs and parted the labia. It squished from her burgeoning juices.
“Ahh!” She turned away praying this was another dream.
“The clitoris,” Touga flicked a finger, “lift it.” Utena complied. Touga pushed forward for a closer inspection. The nodule sizzled beneath her thumb. “You’re on your way to becoming just like Anthy, Utena.” He told her. “And I’m very impressed.” Tucking his fingers under her ass he lifted Utena by the sex and deposited her on the confines of her twin bed. “And now for the sampling.” Utena’s muscles fused lying on her flat belly she felt her mattress slump from Touga’s weight and heard him undress. She rolled her eyes and saw his heavy red mane cascade down his narrow back scalloping with muscle. “I’m glad you like what you see, because I like what I see.” Vainly Utena flattened her hand over her sex helpless to her situation. “Kanae-san was a lousy fuck- as I’m sure you could tell- believing I could do something about the chairman. You haven’t met him yet, have you? Well that’s of little consequence, but when you do we’ll have wonderful news.” What in hell was this madman babbling about? He spooned behind her sweeping his hands over her roseate flesh. “Yes… wonderful news…” Touga breathed. “Lay flat Utena,” he ordered. “You shouldn’t carry all that tension within your body. It’s not healthy.” He worked her deltoids professionally, Utena undulated timidly feeling Touga’s cock wet from his first fluids nestling on her buttocks. He grinned and cupped his hand about the shaft and pumped indolently. Utena felt perturbed, she wanted to do that! Touga brushed his free hand along the curves of her breasts enjoying his own body thoroughly he didn’t see Utena slide her knees crooking them and raising her hips.
Her fingers applied sweet pressure on the swollen region Utena was only able to relieve the tension to such a degree wanting to be penetrated by heavier ammunition. Her index and middle digits probed her insides as her thumb chafed the pearl. “Is that for me? How thoughtful Utena,” Touga said brightly. She swayed her hips naturally knowing exactly what she wanted done and how. Excising her hand Touga examined the evidence for conviction and determined that drastic measures be taken. Had he performed operations such as this on other girls? Anthy? Utena’s mind was a flustered jumble unable to formulate the right questions. Touga sucked the juices from her fingers growling then lapped her sex. He could not afford to break the pattern of their drunken revelry touching her tongue with his as their lips met sending her satisfaction soaring. Touga overlapped Utena above him thinking her breasts and body to be even more beautiful in that particular angle of the moonlight, firmer with a silkier sheen. Utena dropped her hips to Touga’s face mimicking Anthy from their first night together, he grazed her soft mound with his lips and smiled watching Utena enjoy her new toy. Caressing the insides of his thighs Utena’s pink head dipped low gathering the column of flesh and muscle in both slick hands and bringing it to her lips. In the same fashion as Anthy did her glass toy Utena swept her tongue across the glans and pushed it past her lips. She bobbed her head in time with plumping the shaft’s base keeping him close releasing the crown and hungrily mouthed the scrotum. Touga obliged Utena extending his pink meat along her labia and spreading it for easier access to the clit lathing it, toying with her brewing passion drawing out the climax as Utena ground her hips to accept his eager kisses. He laved the sex painting it with wide brushstrokes with his tongue as Utena refilled her mouth with his with his distended member memorizing each bulge and ridge guiding her tongue along the shaft. Her expectations were high and knew they were going to be fulfilled with Touga’s girth equal to that of Anthy’s toy. Laterally it had a couple of inches on him, but it was just as well.
‘This is just like that time… when I really…’ Utena fell short of breath her lungs collapsing like a house of cards and she awoke in the lap of the one she loved. Smiling up at him he opened his fist and red rose petals caressed her face as they fluttered to earth. Utena’s knee nudged Touga’s cock in unison with her tongue sliding over his taut male nipple. She pinched its mate and Touga cupped her left breast in response. Utena knelt up clawing her pink full-bodied hair back then lowered a hand to part her bare honey-glazed sex Touga pistoned his cock to its rosebud mouth and pushed in. “Ki… mo… chi…” Utena moaned giving over like a thirsting man wandering the desert stumbling on an oasis. Touga tested Utena’s desire sliding home into her gaping, starving mouth with deep powerful thrusts. He rocked her; hands grasping her hips on his cock Utena’s head thrown back her hands flexing on his pectorals her channel pumped his cock. “Touga! I see it! We’re almost there!” Her words slipped from her mouth like the blubbering of a lush. Utena sped her thrusts Touga’s white-hot injection plugging her and wringing her from all rational thought. “Oshiro!!!” Utena froze and drenched Touga in her juices so that they splashed his lower body radiating her climax into him throttling his organ until he filled her with his seed. The tension could no longer suspend her and she folded atop Touga. “If only we could’ve died together…” She fell into the oblivion of sleep, the undertow dragging her where she would not awaken for hours.
TSUZUKU