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bakerstreet2018-08-18 08:36 am
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My mid-fuck knows what you did in the dark
Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?
In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.
THE RULES:
- Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
- Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
- Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck! Here are some optional prompts, if you want 'em.
- Keep going and finish the act.
- Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
- Have fun!
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not that bad. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but in this case, he gets breasts thrust upon his face.
kogi is large, but the shock still sends him backwards unto his back, and he catches her out of pure instinct to protect his master. his hands are on her waist, and it's the only thing keeping her from falling unto his chest... and from there, he's able to get a good look at her face; something he's been unable to do despite being in her care for so long. ]
Ahh... my master is quite cute. Please take good care of me, Master!
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But she feels his hands on her skin and his face in her chest and she's absolutely, positively mortified. So much so, she forgets to deny her cuteness.]
I-I am sorry, I am sorry! I--how graceless, of all the clumsy, inexcusable--I truly cannot apologise enough!
[She does not blame him or call him a pervert--why would she? She was the one that tripped and erred. But she tries to scramble of him to fix her state of undress and compose herself.
She might be able to do one of those things.]
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Master~ [ said gently, but still enough to get her attention. ] You've groomed me in many states of dress, please don't let my physical form embarrass you. I'm still your Kogitsunemaru!
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But this is not HOW SHE WANTED ANY OF THIS TO HAPPEN.]
A-and please do not say that so casually!
[Even if he is, by all rights, hers.
Deep breaths. She rubs the sides of her loose hair, pats it down, adjusts herself so she looks perfectly tidy and regains her composure admirably, even if her face has not quite lost its colour.]
You...you are a tsukumogami.
[it isn't a question.]
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[ he wonders what she means by that, not to say something so casually. in fact, it's quite difficult for him to take things anything other than casually, but he figures it's become a moot point. it's already done, and the fact is still there: he belongs to this young lady.
he waits for her to compose herself regardless, but his gaze is fixed on the rose of her cheeks — almost as red as his eyes. ]
M'hm... that's correct! I'm not certain why I've been given this form without the proper summoning procedures, but I am happy for the opportunity to "meet" you at last, Master.
[ his smile is genuine - it's late at night, but he still has a lot of energy. even so, he has somewhat of an understanding of humans - they need rest and sleep, and he figures she won't be able to rest well with him around. ]
Master, it's getting late— shall I tuck you in?
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[The reply isn't loud, but it is quick with eagerness and decisive. She can go without sleep for a while--quite a while when pressed--and be fine, and to be honest, this new development has given her like, 10 winds.]
Who could possibly sleep now?
[Nerves slowly shift into a brightening excitement--and a scholar's curiosity.]
It is quite curious...I did not mean to call you here, but I suppose these matters are not without precedent, but they often involve some sort of stressor, a trigger...
[Or a wish. And hasn't she...]
At any rate, ah--
[She sits on her knees and bows.]
I am Kawanokami Amane, as I am certain you are well aware.
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[ Kogitsunemaru is completely unaware of the reason why she's unable to sleep; he just assumes that, perhaps, she is having some bouts of sleeplessness... which he has a variety of at-home remedies for, as it turns out. ]
Oh, I know! I will prepare you some herbal tea. Chamomile is known to have relaxing properties, as well as lavender— [ Then, to himself, after sniffing the air: ] I can smell it...
[ Crimson eyes peer down at her as she settles herself down. Instinctively, he follows suit in a fluid, graceful motion, as a performer would. ]
I am very aware, Master. I may not have had this form before, but I was able to sense you by my side, always. Now I am able to return the favor.
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[Not that she ever slacks, but she can simply adjust and compensate. Be as water: flexible.
She is wildly fascinated, eyes scanning him up and down.]
Ah, your olfactory senses are very keen. How like a fox....
[But when he makes that declaration, her face goes very red.]
Eh? That--something like that is unnecessary, is it not?
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[ Kogi nods at her observations. ] You know my story, don't you? Then you should be aware of why I appear the way I do.
[ Notwithstanding the fact that he is much bigger than his name suggests, but that's another story for another day. ]
No? [ He actually sounds saddened by this, the tufts on his hair flop against his head. ] I have been locked in this room for centuries, destined to watch my masters come and go. In the end, I have always been a display sword, never facing the battlefield.
[ He moves closer to his Master as he speaks, so close that his hair seems to curtain around her. ]
Is that your intention with me as well, Master?
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[Her face is still pink to be called "Master". She wonders if it's appropriate, truly.]
And yes, of course, I know the tale. You are no ordinary blade. [Aided by a fox deity during the forging, that would make him a divine sword atop everything else. Foxlike, indeed.
She blinks at the change in his mood. That isn't...that is not what she meant by that. She does not want to put him out or see him come to harm, but she did not consider that he would take that to mean being trapped here even longer.
She does not realise it but she forgets to breathe for several beats of her heart when he draws closer.]
Forgive me...that was not my intent. I simply...did not wish you to waste time at my side when there was so much more you could do.
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Kogitsunemaru's ears are sharp, too— with Amane as his master now, they are undoubtedly linked. He hears the even tempo of her heartbeat, her slow breathing. Her lips are slightly parted, and heavens know how easy it would be to kiss her here and now. ]
Do you actually believe that, Master? As a sword, I am nothing without the person who possesses me. To let me go is akin to dismantling me. Without you, I am nothing but a iron and cloth. [ He moves closer now, reaching out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ears. ] All I have is time, Master— and I wish to spend these moments with you.
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Ridiculous.
It is ridiculous to her that he thinks he is nothing without someone, even if her logical mind knows, understands how that is. He is a sword, what is a sword if it is not being used for anything at all? Glorified metal and cloth, like he says.
The muddled part of her mind cannot conceive of it. Listening only to the low, rolling tones of his voice, it is difficult to believe that he could not be anything he wanted and convince others along the way, nevermind everything else.
She does not look away from his stare, but it is not out of respect or strength, she is too weak to break it. He pins her with his eyes, like the bright yellow moon.
She swallows. Her throat feels dry and, for a moment, she thinks of how she might fix that, her face growing red.]
I...do not wish for you to feel that way.
[For him to be dismantled? Or to stay by her side?]
...They may not be moments.
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kogi continues to peer into her wide eyes, then pushes on. he gently lies her down onto the straw mat beneath them, wiggling himself between her legs. his sharp claws trail from its place behind her head and gently scrapes over the long of her neck, to her collarbone. ]
And this Kogitsunemaru hopes you could see the benefit of having me close, always. I do not wish for you to feel insecure in my presence, Master.
[ he takes her wrist and lays her hand at the exposed skin of his chest. ]
Master— will you... [ as he lets go of her hand, he allows a gentle roll of his hips against her. ] Will you touch me, as you always have?
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She lets him lay her down without a word of protest. Even if she does not know why, she does not have it in her to say nor do otherwise. Nothing ill will come of this, she knows this implicitly and so she parts her legs to let him settle between them, her cheeks dusted pink.
Her breath hitches quietly as his claws trails over skin. She is not afraid, but it is oddly exciting nonetheless to know how close she is to danger. She wonders if they are as keen as his edge and she shudders, curious and stirred. She arches her neck, welcoming his touch.]
Ah...
[He lets go of her hand, but she does not remove it from his skin, trails it along his chest, up across his own collarbone, further still along the column of his neck, to rest against his cheek and hold his face.
That's right. She's always touched him, hasn't she?
She's done her best to show him how precious he is to her. This should be no different, even if her body thinks otherwise. She will simply do her best, no she must succeed.
It is such a slight movement, but she feels her thighs stiffen and her teeth worry her bottom lip.]
I have never...with a man...
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It is quite strange, Master, to be touched by you this way. Once you were so strong, and your grip so secure. And now—
[ he could crush her. the thought it's both terrifying and enticing; he would never mean to hurt his master, but kogi is becoming more and more aware of how much larger he is compared to her petite form... especially when he has the girl in such a compromising position. he doesn't need to spell it out for her. the heat of his arousal is now flush against her groin, hungry and eager for what little friction he allows himself for the time being. ]
With a man? Master, am I to be your first? [ this, of course, pleases him for reasons he cannot entirely grasp. nevertheless, it doesn't seem that his master is protesting the idea. ] Master, may I confess something?
[ kogi takes her hand again; this time, he brings it to his mouth, gives her fingers a good lap of his tongue to thoroughly wet it. ]
When I am in my original form, it isn't as though I am sentient. Whatever you say or do before me is unknown to that form. However, once I am properly summoned in this form, it is as though anything this Kogitsunemaru has seen or heard before its steel, strikes me all at once. I feel every desire, every yearning, every ache.
[ it explains why he feels so much desire for her, for one. but more importantly— ]
You clean yourself well, Master, but I can still taste you. I can smell you. These hands- they have been where no man has dared to on your body, yes? For every time you touched yourself in this sacred room, in this form, I feel the desire to do just the same. Hundred-times fold. [ he sits up straight now, tugging his sash free from its ornate knot. his robes fall gently from his shoulder down to his elbow. ] Master, will you happily take me as your first?
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Her hips roll a little before she can stop them, enticed by the thought. Her breath catches both at the slip and the contact. She can already feel, through layers of clothing, that he is hard and her blush deepens.
He is not her first.
He is as she said: her first man. Should she tell him? Will he hate her for her impurity? Nothing of this is false, her flush, her reactions, her nerves, her anticipation, they are all real, but what if that does not matter, in the end? She is still lying.
In the end, she is not brave enough to tell the truth.
Her fingers shine with him and her eyes widen before her lashes lower over them once more. The brief warmth and wetness is distracting even after he's done it, her memory chasing after it as she listens to him, with difficulty and yearning.
She still feels it, even though to hear her shames laid so bare before her brings crimson to her cheeks and her lips pressed together, embarrassed. He is not wrong. Nearly every night she touches herself, drives her fingers into the warm, silken place of herself. She cannot help it. Her fingers curl in his grip instinctively, shyly, only for her eyes to widen once more in surprise.
He still wants her, even knowing some of what she is?]
Y-yes...if you will have me....
[He will, won't he? He means what he says? She takes a risk and chooses to stifle doubt. No, she must give him a reason to want to stay. Yes.]
Please.
[Hair as the moon and eyes as the blood that pounds so heartily in her ears with desire. He is so beautiful and she cannot help but reach for strands of his hair with her free hand, fingers ghosting between the tresses. She wants him dearly.]
Please...
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[ his voice is as soft as silk, yet he is teeming with unprecedented hunger. he sees the fingers ghost over his lips still, and in his pause he takes two in his mouth's warm, wet embrace once more; this time, the sharps of his canine graze the pads of her tips, and when he dips his head further in, driving the two fingers deeper into his mouth, his tongue sweeps between them as though foreshadowing what he truly hungers for. ]
Master, [ he starts again after freeing her fingers, ] I have wanted you the moment I felt your magic— that which had given me this physical form. My everything belongs to you, Master... and I want you so, so terribly—
[ this is punctuated with another roll of his hips; this time, his cock is fully aroused, damp under all layers of cloth. ]
Show me once more, Master, what is it that you do in this room.
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[The tips of her breasts stiffen to feel his tongue glide over her fingers to feel the points of his fangs dip into her skin just so. She watches him the entire while, unable to look away even if she wanted to. He pins her with his ruby gaze.
He says the most beautiful, unbelievable things. In spite of her family's vast wealth, she has few things that are wholly hers. That he would pledge himself to someone like her is...no, she cannot accept, he must find someone better, but for now...she aches. They both do.
He calls her "Master", but she is the one who can deny him little.
He wants to watch her. It's terrifying, really. She feels as though she walks a knife's edge over an abyss, and all it will take to tip her over is the slightest disgust or disapproval.
But, of course, she is used to that.
But she will do as he says. She lifts her shirt higher revealing moon-white skin, soft-looking but strong with training. Higher still over her hips and she turns her head away at last, because wetness has seeped through her panties. She does not mean to tease but it may be all the same as she pulls her panties down with exceptional slowness. Air tickles her wet folds as they're revealed and silver strands stretch and break apart.
She makes a small noise. They can only go so far while he is between her legs, but it is far enough. Loath to part with them as she is, she, nonetheless, draws the fingers he's wet closer.
And then she touches herself.
It's slight, just a line traced along her slit, but she hisses gently. She's been acting all this time and an opportunity to relieve herself, if only a little, will not be squandered.
She runs that finger up and down, testing, teasing, but she cannot wait--not unless he wants her to--and all too quickly, she plunges her fingers into the deep, waiting heat of herself. Her breath comes as a rush, and she arches up with the motion. Up, up. A thumb flicks her clit and she shudders with a whimper. She's been wanting and waiting and so everything is especially sensitive, but she endures, rubs it in slower circles while her fingers pump inside her.
She tries to regulate her breathing, but it's a labour and she bites down on her lip, her fingers still moving.
She wonders what he sees when he looks at her.]
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and he releases a breath when her legs part and the final fabric concealing her is removed. her scent reaches his nose and he inhales sharply, his hand finds her thigh and squeezes so hard his nails prick her porcelain skin and draws blood. ]
M-master. [ it surprises him how antagonistic he sounds, how hungry he's become; her scent combined with fresh blood is making him dizzy with need, and if it isn't for his vice grip on her thigh still, perhaps he would have lose control.
her pacing keeps him grounded; he watches her with a mixture of curiosity and an emerging impatience. kogitsunemaru feels as though he's been waiting for this since she first touched his original form, polished him from hilt to tip. red eyes continue to peer at her until he finally moves to assist her, the pads of his finger toy with the spot upon her that she responds the most to, where she squirms each time she strokes until her fingers bury inside her. and still, he rubs her clit with purpose and desperation.
kogi gives her breast one final squeeze before he disrobes entirely to the best of his ability given one hand. and then he has his cock on his palm, dripping with precum and too ready to take her fingers' place. ] Master, master— you won't be able to take me at this rate—
[ voice shaking, he's implying that her small hand and equally small fingers won't amount to much compared to the girth of his member. he groans lightly as he strokes himself, too sensitive for how long it's been since he's able to pleasure himself. ]
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Savagery.
Unrepentant. Barely restrained. Powerful. She hisses in pain, in pleasure, as beads of scarlet dot her skin in his grip, looking all the more red with the contrast of her pale complexion. It would be impossible to believe that he was the same Kogitsunemaru that just not all that long ago offered to tuck her in if he did not make her believe with his grip and her pain and his stare.]
Ahh--
[Her fingers keep moving, more insistent now that he's so much closer. She's felt worse pain, he is not hurting her so badly that she cannot take it, but there is something else. Knowing it is him...makes it better. A blade turned on its own master should be an ironic omen, but for her, it's--it's exciting? Her heart pounds, her breath comes shallower, her lashes flutter, but she feels no true fear of him.
Yes, she is excited. Even now, he is beautiful.
She gasps, surprised, when his fingers join her own, touching her wet warmth. She feels oddly self-conscious at first, but that burns itself up in moments, only to return when she wonders if her own borderline desperate eagerness for him is off-putting.
She wants him so badly.
Her hips roll, twitch, buck as he keeps rubbing her. She would have lasted longer on her own, but knowing it's his fingers is arousing far more than anything she could do to herself and she feels her lips tremble as whimpers tumble from them without cessation. She hears the rustle of fabric--but, bless him, he never stops touching her--and her heart nearly explodes with anticipation and desire, made stronger when she feels him drip hot pre on her sex.
It's instinctive, she doesn't think about it at all when she swipes at it with her free hand and licks her fingers in a bid to taste him. It's lovely, but also not enough, somehow.]
I don't want--[Words are difficult right now, but she must finish, lest he think she didn't want him.] I do not wish to finish without you, it is fine, so please--
[Her brow quivers and she stiffens as she slowly removes her fingers, whining all the while for their near absence. That hot centre does not want to let them go and neither does the base part of her but she pulls them free, threads of wetness connecting her fingers to her folds until they break.
She licks them clean, tasting sweetness and salt on her tongue.
Amane's legs rise and she rubs his hips in encouragement. Want is too small, too insignificant a word to use. She needs him, now.
Now.]
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his mouth is watering, and when she removes her fingers, he loses his goddamn mind. her scent is now more prominent than over, and she dares to bring it to her mouth before he's given a chance to taste for himself. his movement is quick, too impulsive, but her words are cut off by his mouth as he scoops in and swallows her pleas. her taste is faint on her tongue, yet he still chases after it as though it's some magical elixir to soothe his mind from going completely berserk. he laps his tongue around her's and wrestles it, fangs scraping and scratching all corners of the organ.
his fingers are still on her clit, moving further south to coat them with her wetness. he even toys with her folds and teases entry with the sharps of his claws. no— he'll spare them both of that, as they have both reached the point of no return. every molecule and magical circuit in this borrowed body is screaming for him to enter her tight cunt, and he can no longer wait.
kogi breaks the kiss and spits into his palm. and, in a deliberate move, sits back up and coats his cock with saliva. doesn't matter that it isn't enough, that that his impatience could tear her into fucking two, but he thinks of her pleas and lines himself. the crown of his cock is blunt against her, soft around the edges yet heavy, invasive; like it doesn't belong near such a small girl, but his hips shakes as her legs continue to stroke his sides and encouraging him, while quivering themselves. ]
You're too— [ he pants, summoning the last of his obedience to be gentle, but to no avail.
one second passes. two seconds. and when the final tick strikes, he brings a hand to her neck, pushing her in place, and thrusts.
it's too rough of an entry. if amane opens her mouth, he will shove his fingers down deep in her mouth to silence her, as though to mute the shame he would undeniably feel better for doing this. she's tight, so fucking, unbelievably tight that he nearly comes from the first movement. her walls cling to his cock in small spasms that makes him imagine how desperately her body must be trying to accommodate his size.
he doesn't give her time; his hip move with amplified desperation that he'd tried so hard to hold back, fucking her as though he won't have any other opportunities to, as though she owes this to him for having pleasing herself before his original form for years, having him endure the wait and the want. his free hand lifts under her knee and continues snapping into her in wet, punishing slaps. ]
Master, master master master— [ he's mumbling between moans, ] Master, I'd break you...
[ and it comes more as a warning before he lets go of her neck and leg— kogi sinks entirely into her tightness and scoops his arms beneath her. in a swift movement, with their bodies still connected, he springs her upright into him, seating him on his cock. his hands on her hips now, he squeezes again, no doubt marking her once more, and urges her to fucking move. ]
Dance on me— [ his voice is shaking still. ] Master...
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This is not lovemaking, this is being devoured, utterly and wholly consumed. He's tearing into her and she could ask him to do it more, to crack her open and suck out her insides until she is bereft and hollow with only the memory of her undoing for company.
And him.
Even as an empty shell, she must have him.
She does not love it. She will later when the world is righted and her mind is capable of thinking coherently once more. For now, everything is feeling, everything is instinct, and her instincts tell her not only to give, no, but to let him take and take and take, to be a good doll for him.
When he breaks the kiss her lips are redder with effort, with blood and she pants like her next breaths are all that remain in the world. And still, he does not stop touching her. Her hips buck up and roll to catch more of the sensation that he offers so generously to her and she angles her head to look at him.
He is so big, impossible to miss and she would reach out and touch him with curiosity if he were not already doing so. The sight is mesmerising, it distracts her from the eternity that persists every moment he is not inside her. She feels her own impatience and desire broiling but it's cooled, ironically, by the heat of his cock pressed against her, and she wonders
Will she feel good?
Will all this have been for naught?
Will he somehow know that she is tainted?
She bites her lip subconsciously but she is not given time to worry as the breath explodes out of her in a thin gasp as pressure is upon her neck like a vise and she is roughly, savagely made complete by him.
It hurts, it hurts it hurtshurtshurtsgods--! He's so big and she is so tight and there are fingers nearly down her throat, but she remembers to please and laps at them anyway, tongue rolling about the digits and courting danger when it moves around his claws. She pushes past the pain. She's always been made to believe that anything can be endured as long as it's been suffered once, but this is entirely new. Still, she's stronger than this and it is a good thing because he does not wait. Time continues and so does he.
She accepts everything.
The pain never fades, but it can be set aside to make room for something more delicious as he pounds into her. She feels her hair start to come a little loose as he continues his onslaught and she moans with every thrust, toes curling downward.
Her years of repression are not insignificant, a well that is deeper than it ought to be for her tender years of sixteen, but they are scant compared to the centuries of hunger and denied satisfaction he has had to contend with and he easily, inevitably overwhelms her. She's been holding it since he watched her touch herself and doubled down when started to as well, but she cannot anymore and she whimpers plaintively, clenching around him and arching her back as she comes for the first time with a loud moan. Stars are in her vision, she feels so warm and light even as he pins her down, but even if it's amazing, it's also woefully inadequate, not nearly enough for what she's come to need.
He will not stop even then, she knows.
Her voice is already hoarse between overwhelming sensation and the hand on her neck.]
M-more, please! You can--you can break me!
[Gods, but she could beg him to not knowing that he already has, in a way, and that she already is, the plea falling from her lips with lascivious desperation.]
Break break break, oh please--ah!
[The world shifts direction in his arms as she's brought up suddenly, the pressure lifted from her neck though it leaves red and purple marks on her skin that will fade in short time, but are bright and angry on her fair skin right now.
Just as she tries to make sense of it all, he pushes himself inside her. To the hilt.
Her body twists and arches and every exhale is deeply hot as she leans against him for support. It's so much, he's so much. She takes it all without knowing how and the blood pounds in her ears to be almost deafening.
But his voice pierces the din.]
Yes--[He's allowed her to breathe properly once more and yet she is still breathless as she lifts her hips and comes back down again. she repeats it, tightening up her core muscles and trust his hands. She is slow, careful at first as she feels this position out, but she will not be slow for long; he may lose his patience and burn a hole through her bed and into the floor at this rate.
She sets a rhythm, picking up the pace nicely and rolling her hips shallowly.]
Ko-Kogitsunemaru...
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He's close, and body screams for release, but he cannot find release. Even when her hips dance upon him in tantalizing swings, taking him completely with each drop.
It's not enough, not enough, not enough notenough. He feels an unknown anger swell inside him— why is he feeling this way? Why, when he has managed, miraculously, to gain a form enough to pleasure the master he admires so much?
Kogitsunemaru won't know this, either: that aforementioned sober part of his mind has been nurturing the guilt of what he's doing. It continues to grown until his chest tightened, as though his heart is being pulled in many directions— all away from the girl he's fucking so utterly and relentlessly. ]
M-Master— [ He breathes, unable to control the way his voice shudders. Their faces are much closer in this position, and he grants her a breathy kiss, moaning when she sinks herself deep upon him. ] Do you—
[ hate me?, is what he wants to ask, but he is stopped short by a distant sound. The tufts on his head shift as though to get a better sense of where it's coming from, and what it is exactly. Even as he turns his head toward the slider doors, he doesn't allow her to stop her dance— but a hand does move toward her mouth to muffle her cries indefinitely.
It's late in the evening; summer cicadas whistle loudly from the outside, but beneath that is a distant sound of footsteps that perhaps only Kogitsunemaru can pick up, and his skin prickles suddenly at the thought of a keeper walking in on such a gruesome scene— no doubt getting his Master into trouble. But Kogitsunemaru is an animal, through and through. They can't stop now, not when he is so goddamned close. However, his Master must slow her movements to minimize sounds—
and he free hand continues to guide the rhythm of her dance, now turned slow and and torturous for him especially. ] Someone, someone is coming...
[ He whispers, barely able to contain the moan teasing at his throat. But. ]
Please don't stop, Master‐
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That is fine, they won't last, but even if they did, they would be worth it, worth him.
Her eyes are hazy, his eyes are wild. She cannot help but stare at that angry crimson, so full of lust and fury and fire. She does not know whether she should stoke those flames or quell them. Whatever happens, though, she will be with him until the end. Oh, how dearly she wants to see it.
Her stomach flutters and clenches at the same time when he kisses her and she stops bracing her hands against him to hold his face, sinking lowly upon him. It's novel and fascinating how she can control their pleasure with her strokes and body this way and she raises herself up, up, up, nearly off him to sink all the way down. She does it again. And again. And again, hissing and crying out all the while. She tightens around him, twitching. It feels so good to be full of him this way, there is just so much of him. She had no idea it could be this way...
suddenly, his hand is upon her face. She kisses it, whines against it, helpless against the pleasure and the silence both. She would ask him what he meant to say but she cannot while he is so strongly against her. He does nothing by halves, she is discovering.
That devil hand wants her to slow down and she almost protests, wordless though it would have been. He feels--he feels even bigger inside her and she wonders if he isn't close like she is. To slow down now would be agony, but she already decided: she would be a good doll for him. Dolls listen. She trembles as she fights the instinct to move, but thinks that she is water. She circumvents obstacles she does not fight them directly, usually. She channels that drive into being thorough, into savouring. Her hips roll sensuously. Slow, snakelike. She feels her eyes flutter shut as she tries to feel out the skin inside her. So hard, so strong, so hot. She feels him twitch, she feels the thick veins pressed up aginst her walls, she feels absolutely everything and she moans in delight, muffled but not unheard.
She would not dream of stopping now even though her heart does beat much faster. Who could it be? No one ever comes down here. No one should. If they're lucky, they'll pass them by. He does not want her to stop and she cannot deny him that, even with the danger.
she has her own worries, but she whines once more because he looks delicious like this as he fights against his own instincts and looks vulnerable. She wants to kiss him, drink down his whispers and his moans and she cannot.
It's so unfair.]
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The footsteps outside only gets louder as it approaches near the shrine, and he realizes then that perhaps they had been too loud before. He muffles his moans against her skin, her neck and her shoulder meet, biting down gently.
And the swelling never stops. He continues to grow larger inside her as he nears his climax. By now, the movements are undoubtedly painful, she's stretched and filled whole over and over, and it's a miracle that she she hasn't passed out from the sheer size of his lust. Thankfully, the person outside seem to have cut their search short following some commotion from a neighboring building— Kogitsunemaru doesn't know who he'll have to thank for that, but he'll file that in mind for later.
There's a more pressing issue at hand now: he's going to come, and there is a fleeting thought in the deep recesses of his mind that wonders if she will truly be able to handle it. With the footsteps distancing, he feels it's then appropriate to continue where they'd left off— and that is, fuck her until there's nothing left of either of them, searing the bodies into one for the rest of time. If it weren't for the lingering guilt, he fears he may break her, but somehow, Amane is enduring, obeying, taking all of him even though his robe is stained with blood of his doing.
Mad at himself, but sex and anger go too well hand-in-hand, even when that anger roots from the fact that he's hurting her— when he can't distinguish his anger from his desire, he instinctively takes it out on her. She's suddenly hauled once again, and he's quick; there's only a brief time they're apart before her face is pressed against the wall, held there by the hand at her nape. The previous position undoubtedly weakened her thighs; he helps her stand by lifting her ass, encouraging her to stand on her toes as he lowers himself behind her.
Master won't be empty for long; soon, the crown of his member find her sweet, tight cunt once more, and he thrusts inside too unceremoniously. The anger grows in his heart as he does, there's no changing that— hates that he cannot control himself before the girl, that he is too blinded to see that he isn't making the situation any better. His hips snap as he fucks deep inside her, grinding, then he removes his hand and takes her by her waist, and savages her completely, in an uncontrollable frenzy.
The sounds he makes is mix of animalistic and pleasure, groaning her name and frustrated there is no other possible way he can consume her any further. ] I'm sorry— I'msorry--ah,
[ None of what he says next makes sense, he wants to apologize for everything, for putting her here, but he can't stop himself from relentlessly diving into her, and Gods, she is still too tight from this angle, he is so close...just a little more— ]
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