Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Orange Blossom ❯ Hedone's Wedding Night ( Chapter 9 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter Nine: Hedone's Wedding Night:
Valentine's Day.
Tsuzuki wanted to go all out for Anna. Tonight had to special. One
night in a romantic hotel, money no object. A love hotel wouldn't
do it; too tacky. Ever since January, Tsuzuki searched online for
romantic five-star hotels in Tokyo. Ideally, he wanted a room that
overlooked the city at a reasonable price. He got his wish on
February first. Hedone Suite overlooked Tokyo and was titled the
most romantic room in the hotel. Booked with no problems, now to
get the money. Tsuzuki hated this part. Best option? Tatsumi
refused at first.
"Why should I?" he asked.
"Please?" Tsuzuki begged. "I really need the money!"
"Why?"
Tsuzuki gulped. "Valentine's Day!"
Tatsumi frowned. "It's about her, isn't it?"
"Yes…"
"What did you do?"
"Booked a room."
"Where?"
"Near the beach."
"Which hotel?"
"It's not that bad really…"
"Which hotel?"
Tsuzuki gulped and shuffled his feet. "Tokyo Paris…"
Tatsumi's face burned red. "What?!"
"I only want the best for her!"
"That's too much money!"
"Please?!"
Tatsumi shook his head. "No!"
Tsuzuki went into puppy mode and got down on his knees. "Please?
I'll do anything! Anything!"
"No!" the other shinigami hissed through gritted teeth. Tsuzuki
broke down into whimpering. His former partner tried to ignore that
charm.
"Not going to work!" Tatsumi said. Tsuzuki's lower lip quivered.
The whimpering grew worse. Tatsumi shut his eyes and tried to look
away.
"Please?" Tsuzuki begged. "I'll even come in on weekends!" His
former partner clenched his fists.
"Fine," he hissed. "But you owe me!" Tsuzuki's eyes became
stars.
"Thanks Tatsumi!" he exclaimed. He gave him a great big hug. The
secretary rolled his eyes.
"Whatever…" he mumbled. Tsuzuki had the room and money. Now
to make the date.
9:00 a.m.
Tsuzuki got on his phone and made the call.
"Hello?" Anna answered on the other line.
"Anna-chan!" her fiancé exclaimed. "Let's go out tonight."
"What? Where?" she asked. Tsuzuki smiled at himself.
"It's a little surprise," he said.
"Okay…"
"Are you up for it?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Nice, I'll pick you up at seven."
"Should I dress up?" Anna asked.
"If you want to," Tsuzuki replied.
"Alright."
"See you at seven."
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye." Tsuzuki sat back, smiling. All set and now to conquer the
day.
6:00 p.m.
On his way home, Tsuzuki stopped on the local florist. The guy
behind the counter sprang to life.
"Welcome sir!" he said. "Shopping for a last minute gift?"
"Something like that," Tsuzuki replied. "I just need to pick up
something for my fiancée."
"Oh, I see," the clerk said. "Hang on." He picked up a bouquet of
red roses and held them up.
"How about these?" he asked. Tsuzuki shook his head.
"No," he said. "She hates roses."
"She does?" the clerk asked. "Then, what does she want?" Tsuzuki
looked around at flower selection. He spotted the perfect fit.
"These will be the best," he said. The shinigami held up a bouquet
of fresh cut gardenias. The clerk blinked at him.
"Uh… you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah!" the man replied. "These are her favorite."
"Okay…" the clerk said. He rang up the flowers and Tsuzuki
paid for the purchase.
7:00 p.m.
Tsuzuki made it back to his apartment. Anna waited at the door for
him. Her fiancé took a moment to take in the tasty china doll
before him. Her cotton candy pink cheongsam dress hugged every
curved of her shapely body. Even the matching chopsticks in her
hair looked cute.
"Good evening," Anna said with a bow. Tsuzuki gave her a little
smile.
"You look great," he said.
"Thank you," she said. Her fiancé handed her the
gardenias.
"For me?" Anna asked.
"Yeah," Tsuzuki replied.
"Oh thank you!" she said as she took the flowers.
"Ready to go?" her fiancé asked.
"Where?" Anna asked. Her lover gave her a naughty grin.
"It's a surprise," he whispered in her ear.
"Hm?" Anna asked. Tsuzuki took her by the hands and vanished into
the night. In seconds, they appeared in front of Tokyo Paris.
Anna's jaw just dropped as she stepped forward. Tsuzuki smiled at
her.
"Like it?" he asked. "Let me take you inside." He took her by the
hand and led her inside. Check in out of the way and now for the
main event.
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Tsuzuki walked Anna to their room. He nibbled her on the neck. His
fiancée giggled. The shinigami leaned in close to her ear.
"Why don't you take a bath?" he suggested. "Help relax you for
tonight."
"Why?" Anna murmured. Tsuzuki kissed her on the nape.
"Please?" he whispered. He nuzzled her neck again. She felt her
knees get weak.
"Alright," she said in a soft voice. Anna walked over to the
bathroom. Tsuzuki watched her do so. Right, he thought.
Tonight would be all about Anna and her pleasure - Tsuzuki wanted
to hear his lover's voice crying out in ecstasy, feel her body
writhe beneath him, and finally watch as she settled, satisfied, as
the dawn broke. He quickly felt the effects of his fantasizing as
his trousers grew tight, and fanned himself through his shirt in a
vain effort to cool down.
Whew! It's hot in here, he thought, loosening his tie and
shrugging off his jacket to get more comfortable, then following
that with his shirt as he realized that it wasn't going to be of
much use for long. Her skin must be really soft by
now...
Caught up in his own imagination, he didn't hear her enter.
"Oh? Have you been waiting long?" she asked, her voice sweet and
flirty as she attracted his attention to her state. Her hair and
skin was still slightly damp from the steam, and all she wore was a
thick white bathrobe that brushed her mid-thigh. He stood, and
walked over to her.
"No," he said. "Not really." He raised his arm and cupped her face
in his hand, gently stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. "My
goddess," he murmured, before leaning down and giving her a chaste
kiss. Anna giggled softly, and leaned into his palm.
"I love when you call me that," she confessed.
"My goddess," he whispered again obligingly, and kissed her again.
This time, she kissed back, willingly opening her mouth to his
enquiring tongue as he slid his other hand up her thigh, pressing
into the towel and finally stopping to caress her breast, clinging
to the unforgiving material.
Tsuzuki led her blindly over to the bed, and she allowed the towel
to fall heedless to the floor as he carefully lowered her onto the
lotus petals scattered across it. Breaking the kiss for a moment,
he undid his trousers and slid them off as Anna watched, her pupils
dilating and a flush painting itself across her bare skin in
anticipation. His hand glided across the soft skin of her leg, and
she parted her thighs to allow him in. He gave her a wicked
smile.
"I'm going to pleasure you all night," he said, his voice low and
husky, and finally removed his boxers. Anna closed her eyes in
bliss as he lowered his mouth to her neck once more, his hands
stroking her with increasing ardency as she lay back and accepted
what he offered.
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The young man awoke to pink neon lights flashing in his eyes,
and looked around. Still hazy and disoriented, he groaned softly,
then started when he felt nails caress his cheek. His eyes flew
open when he felt a voice inside his head say: "Oh good, you're
awake."
A geisha stood before him, elegantly dressed in a monochrome
kimono of white flowers upon black silk, the only splash of color
being the fierce red of her tightly wrapped obi and of the
chopsticks that held her black hair in place as a bun on her head.
The traditional make-up combined with her attire gave her the
impression of a ghost.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" he asked, gesturing towards her obi.
The geisha shook her head, but he couldn't be sure if that was an
answer to his question or whether she was telling him she could not
respond.
"Who are you?" he tried, but again there was no answer. He tried
again. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The geisha finally parted her delicately painted lips, and he
leaned forwards to hear her. But he couldn't hear a word. "I'm
sorry?" he said. She spoke again, but he could still hear nothing
even though he could see her lips moving, as though she had been
muted in some way. But he had a strong feeling that whatever she
was trying to tell him was important.
"Could you repeat that?" he asked once more, and again she spoke
without a voice - this time, however, he tried reading her
lips.
"I… came… to… pick… you…
up…" he read aloud, and blinked in confusion.
"Pick me up?" he asked. "Why?" The geisha didn't answer, instead
choosing to take hold of his hand and lead him down the hallway.
The young man shrugged, accepting her strange behaviour, curious
about where she was going to take him.
The narrow hallway led to a bedroom wreathed in blue and white,
so bright that the young man was forced to shield his eyes. The
luxury and extravagance of the room was obvious from the large
clear pool that took up the space between the door and the silky
white canopy bed on the other side of the room. He looked about
him, amazed, as alone it outshone the entirety of the pleasure
palace of all those months ago.
"Wow!" he mouthed silently. The geisha bowed and took her leave,
and he gave her a tiny wave. He was a little reluctant to see the
only person he knew abandon him, even in this beautiful room.
"Bye," he mumbled, then flinched when he felt someone take hold of
his arm and cling to him.
His eyes lowered to see who - or what - it was, and was
surprised to see a nymphet of no more than fifteen snuggling into
his side. Her long, flowing black hair was laced with the scent of
licorice, and it was clear that she wore nothing at all underneath
her vanilla robe. The young man blushed furiously at the thought of
her bare skin brushing him, and she looked up.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, and he could feel the heat in
his cheeks as he nodded. She rewarded him with a little smile, and
leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "I can make it
better."
He turned a little to face her.
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
In response, the nymphet grinned a wicked little grin and
clutched at his shirt, her nimble fingers making quick work of
undoing the buttons and pushing the black material over his
shoulders to hit the floor. His eyes widened.
"What are..." he trailed off as the nymphet giggled and set to
removing the rest of his clothes, allowing herself a teasing touch
to sensitive points on his body, not-quite-accidentally brushing
her hands over places she knew would get a reaction. Even then, she
wasn't quite done. She looked up at him, her knowing grin still
firmly in place.
"Now for the bath," she said. The young man blinked.
"Huh?" he asked, and yelped as she pushed him into the pool with
a strength someone so delicate shouldn't have had, landing with a
splash as the water spilt over the edge.
He turned, hearing another light laugh, and saw another maiden
in the water with him. Her light brown curls were held back from
her face by an intricately woven myrtle wreath, and her white robes
were turned transparent from the water. He blushed again, and
turned his face away.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, and he shook his head.
"N-No!" he forced out.
"Can't handle it?"
"Yes!"
She stood, and walked over to him through the water. He tried to
stay calm as she approached, and watched her warily as her hand
came up to rest on her head.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Shhh," she whispered. He obeyed, closing his mouth and his
eyes, and she pushed him under the water. Cool and sweet, the water
reached inside him, tugging at his soul. Opening his eyes, he
knew.
Someone is calling me.
"Find me. Find me."
The voice pulled at him, drawing him forwards and sending a
thrill through his body. An angel appeared before him, her pure
white robes and outstretched hand granting her a beauty that
summoned him to her service willingly and with intent.
"Find me. Find me."
Her gardenias curled around him, the petals tickling at his
back, and pushed him to the surface again.
He found himself in front of the bed, still dripping from his
impromptu bath. The perfumes that hung lightly in the air drew him
forwards, pulling on a primal part of himself even as they
indicated that a higher form of pleasure was to be found there. As
he approached, his feet left a trail of the pure water behind, but
he didn't care as the angel's flowers urged him forward. His eyes
took in the white sheets, and his heart thrummed fast and powerful
in his chest.
She was there. The woman, the white rabbit, the goddess that had
led him to begin this journey looked as lovely as she ever had. Her
hair was spilled across the sheets, the red-brown locks staining
them in a glorious contrast. A light flush danced on his cheeks as
he took her in.
Suddenly, his goddess rose from her bed, sitting upright with
her wings outstretched behind her. Her gently curving body was
revealed to him as the sheet slipped seductively down, opening her
up to his gaze, cresting over her milky white bosom and pooling at
her waist. The young man stood straighter under her gaze.
"You're here," he said. The goddess leaned in close, her sweetly
scented breath warm on his face.
"Become one with me," she murmured, then gave a kiss like a
benediction to his lips. He kissed her back, taking as much as he
could of what she was freely offering him as he pushed her back to
sink into the soft bed. Wrapping her arms around him, she allowed
him entrance.
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Sated, Tsuzuki laid his head on Anna's bare breasts. He could never
understand why a woman looked so beautiful when spent from
pleasure.