Consummation balistafreak 2013/01/09 (Wed) 22:58 No. 28440 ▼
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For a minute the two of you simply lay there, taking your time to recuperate after your first exchange. You let your senses take their fill - the feel of her warm flesh, the taste of her lips, the scent of her hair, the sound of her breathing, the glow of her skin. The sound of the still-raging party outside floats through the wood-and-paper walls, and you wonder just how long it will take for them to settle down.
Shorter than it'll take for Youmu to exhaust you, you hope.
Her legs unhurriedly lift themselves from the floor, the smooth skin of her inner thighs stroking against your sides until they clutch at your hips, her calves wrapping around your back until her ankles lock together. Seeing the hungry expression on her face, you adjust your weight on top of her, your arms braced to either side of her head.
"What's wrong?" she murmurs coyly, shifting herself likewise, stroking the underside of your member with her moist nethers.
"Loosen your legs slightly," you breathe out, a shiver rolling up your spine. "I can't - reach ? ?
You lower yourself down only to feel your erection grind futilely against her sex yet again, causing you to moan in a combination of sensation and frustration. "Let me try again," she whispers into your ear.
Those legs around your waist flex strongly as she drops her arms to the futon for leverage. For a moment you contemplate resisting, seizing her hips to pull her away, but your curiosity at her attempt to take the initiative wins out. Her legs unlock cleanly as you're deposited onto your back, the phantom maiden poised lightly on her knees, straddling your thighs. Your newly freed arousal stands proudly before her as it did a few minutes before, and she stares down at it hungrily, reminding you of how she brought you to climax mere minutes before.
"Youmu," you groan, wanting to relive that moment - and more, besides.
She only hums happily as she walks herself down your legs, her skin sliding sensuously against your own. As she moves back, she bends her body low, and she eventually lays upon her side between your legs, her cheek laying against your own stomach. Her face is turned to face your member, and you shiver with anticipation as her hot breath washes over its length.
"it's so lively," she giggles, sliding a hand down your chest until it bumps against the root. Hissing, you stroke the back of her neck and head with both of your hands, tunneling your fingers through her gossamer hair when she wraps her fingers around it yet again. She gently pumps her hand up and down, marveling at how the skin slides up and down your shaft, repeatedly concealing and revealing the softly capped head, wicking away the drops of moisture oozing from the tip with each stroke.
Unable to contain yourself any further, you slide your thumbs between your abdomen and her head, and she continues the upward movement, rolling onto her belly and lifting her torso up to position herself above you, eyes affixed on your prominent arousal.
You stroke her cheek with the back of your hand, and she glances back up at you, a tender expression on her face that you're sure mirrors yours. "Sai," she sighs happily, and you let the smile on your face answer her.
Then she wipes it off your face by wrapping her lips around your cock.
As her gaze lowers to focus on her task, she first turns her head slightly, treating you to the stroking sensation of her smooth lips. Her slick tongue is the next sensation you feel as it licks at the liquid proof of your arousal, savoring its taste slowly now, unlike before. For a few minutes she continues like that, slowly bobbing her head up and down the first few inches, her breaths quickening as they pass through her nose and over your groin. Her technique is clumsy and unsure, but her earnest attempts at pleasuring you still cause your heart to swell up until you think it might burst. Some crazy part of your mind, however, decides that that conclusion might not be a bad thing, and so you decide to give her a little advice.
"Youmu, love," you moan, carefully gripping her chin with your thumb and forefinger, halting her movements.
It takes her a few seconds to shift her attention, so intent she is upon your cock, but at length she glances back up at you again. She gives you one last lick as she lifts her head off of you, freeing her mouth for speech. "What is it, Sai?" she pants, her expression heart-wrenchingly vulnerable. "Am I not..."
"No, no, you most certainly are," you assure her hastily. "But - you can be even better."
"Tell me," she gasps eagerly.
You swallow, almost unable to believe that this is happening. "Suck on it. Like you would a succulent piece of fruit." Succulent. You're getting a blowjob from one of the most beautiful girls you've ever known, and you use the word ?succulent?.
If she finds it out of place, though, she doesn't say anything. More to the point, she can't, because she's taken your advice to heart, her cheeks hollowing with suction now as she takes you into her mouth anew.
This time you know that you're done for. The added suction combined with her licking and stroking is too much for you to ultimately resist. One of her hands keeps itself at your base, thumb and forefinger in a ring around it, while her other slides to one of your hands on her head, coaxing you to weave your fingers with hers. You lose yourself in her ministrations, your member stiffening dangerously as your orgasm draws near. When she lifts herself off again, you're not sure if you want to sigh with relief or shove her down until she finishes the job.
"I want to taste you properly this time," she moans hungrily, her fingers squeezing hard upon yours as her thighs rub erratically together in anticipation.
You reciprocate that gesture, giving her your tacit consent. Your second squeeze is unintentional as she envelops you once again. Eventually she develops a steady rhythm: several short bobs of her head, her lips repeatedly tightening and relaxing, then a long, quick stroke down as far as she can comfortably take it. She takes her time on the upstroke, working her tongue over and around it, taking several breaks to pause her movements and simply suck as hard as she can. When she gets to the head, she opens her mouth with a pop to cover the tip with several long licks, catching her breath with several quick pants, and then she's moving down once again. At every step you think you'll spill, yet unbelievably you last half a dozen cycles before you feel your balls tighten beyond the point of no return.
"Youmu," you choke out, clutching desperately at her hand, feeling yourself perched right on the precipice. "I'm ? ?
She understands, instantly moving to clasp your tip firmly between her lips, her tongue flat and ready to catch your release. Her fingers tease at your underside, causing it to ridge outward as that tiny caress pushes you off into freefall. With a shock, you crash repeatedly into an ocean of pleasure, your essence splashing into her mouth in powerful bursts. She catches you before you can sink to the bottom, though, launching you back up and down with several quick swirls of her tongue around the head until you've thoroughly coated even the insides of her cheeks.
She holds her position after you finish, still licking desperately as if to try and coax a final spurt out of you. Only when you begin to soften, despite her attempts to the contrary, does she relinquish you, pulling herself upright and out of your reach. When she brings both hands in front of her mouth, you notice her eyes squeezed tightly shut, two tears beginning to run from the corners of her eyes. Concerned, you sit up yourself, scooting your way between her legs until she's in your lap. Reaching for her shoulders, you reassure her, "Youmu, you don't have to force yourself if it tastes bad, just spit it ? ?
Ignoring you completely, she tilts her head back to face the ceiling, her throat moving tellingly. You watch her in disbelief as she drinks your entire load down in several dainty swallows, as if reluctant to finish it quickly, savoring it to the last drop. Only then does she open her eyes and look at you, her eyes bright and blazing with happiness as she licks her lips. "You taste delicious," she gasps, twining her arms around your neck once again. "Like steel, tempered in spring dew? infused with cherry petals." You open your mouth to ask her if she's serious, but you lose the opportunity when her eyes flicker closed again. She tilts her head and moves closer, and your only choice is to match her to exchange several brief, sweet kisses, lips and tongues touching and retreating like courting birds.
"You already have part of my soul in you," you chuckle in your throat as you both settle in each other's arms once more. "Was that not enough for you?"
"Oh, no," she sighs, her voice just as teasing. "I could do with a little more."
You blink in pleasant surprise. You wouldn't have imagined that the normally straight-laced swordswoman would pick up bedroom talk so quickly. "What a naughty girl," you exclaim breathlessly. With a quick flick of your torso, you jostle her slightly loose from your embrace, then find a grip on her shoulders to catch her and lower her to her back, letting her legs kick themselves straight to either side of you. Her stare up at you is dazed with lust, her cheeks flushed with passion, her chest heaving with anticipation. You can't help but descend on her breasts, falling on top of her to knead them between your hands and cover them with kisses, nibbling at the hardened tips until her voice escapes in moans of ecstasy.
"More," she groans, her hands seizing your head away from her chest and pushing you tellingly down towards her lower body. You feel a grin slowly stretch across your face as you crawl down, the pressure on your head abating as she begins to run her fingers through your hair, just as you did to her. You leave a trail of kisses as you move, the wet trail tracing over the flat plane of her belly, the curves of her hips, the sparse curls above her mound. There, you linger for a few seconds, letting your breath wash over the petals of her sex, admiring how her engorged, darkened folds have blossomed outward, how her essence has begun to leak until it runs in rivulets towards the sheets. Knowing she can't wait much longer, you move - down the inside of one creamy thigh, as you intentionally curve away from the ultimate target.
Your delay causes her to make a high-pitched whine in the back of her throat, her grip on your head tightening. "Sai?" she groans, her grip tightening anew on your head.
"What is it?" you say innocently against the underside of her knee. You slip a hand to hers, coaxing her fingers to clutch at that - and away from their intended goal of driving you straight to her pleasure.
No, not just yet. Let the anticipation build a little more.
Using your free hand, you begin pushing yourself back up her body, your tongue weaving its way back up her leg. Again, she stiffens as you approach her sex, whimpering as your hot breath blows over her core. She practically screams with frustration as you divert yourself yet again, this time to her other knee. "Sai, please?" Her voice quivers with restraint, as if she's about to burst.
"What is it you want?" you ask innocently as if the answer isn't already clear as day, lazily pillowing your cheek against the groove above her knee.
Her response is magnificent. As her two hands grab desperately at your own offered hand, her shoulders and feet shift as she arches her body upwards you. "You - monster," she chokes. "Do I have to send you a written invitation?"
"Maybe?" you reply, letting your voice curl with mischief.
Her hands finally let go of yours, and you prepare to be bodily grabbed and rolled underneath here for teasing her too far. Instead, her knee slides out from underneath your head, and from your new vantage point on the sheets you watch wide-eyed as she spreads her legs in a wide V, her hands reaching to her sex and gently repeating the same motion with her outer lips, exposing her inner folds to your sight. "I want you to touch me," she whimpers.
That's all you can take. As if in a dream you reach out towards her offering, coaxing her hands away. As they carefully lay themselves to either side of her body, you touch her soft flesh with your pointer and middle fingers, moving her outer folds apart just as she had, your heartbeat quickening as you feel the escaping moisture begin soaking your fingers for the second time.
"Do you want these inside of you again?" you ask, your own voice begins to tremble as you hold back your own building need.
She swallows, her body rocking slightly from side to side in anticipation as she nods. "Just - do it already."
No, not this time. "I'll do you one better," you tell her, pulling your head up close to her groin again. She gasps with realization when your breath falls upon her sex once more, then again when you touch your tongue to the small patch of smooth skin between the bottom of her slit and the star of her anus, her breath stopping completely as you begin to slowly draw it up between her folds, making sure that you extend the movement over the length of a four-beat bar of the ditty being played outside. Her arousal tastes of hot steel, sweat, a hint of flowers, a sweetened tea, and - you can't think of any other word for it ? her.
Her hands fail to cover her mouth before she shouts in surprise as your movement passes over the hood of her clitoris, her body convulsing underneath you. Fortunately for her, a trumpet in the band decides at that moment to squawk completely out of time and harmony with the strings and keyboard, instead managing to strike a chord together with the pitch of your lover's cry. The song soldiers unsteadily on as the phantom girl turns beet red with embarrassment, eyes clamped shut as she hides her face entirely behind her fingers.
"Now, now, I want to see you like this," you chide her. She slides her hands down slightly lower, letting you stare up into her mortified stare, but she still covers her mouth, unable to trust herself to not lose control again.
"I - I couldn't help it," she admits, her voice unbelievably soft and vulnerable. "I didn't think it would feel - even better than what we just did ? ?
"You don't need to," you assure her. Your hands slide up her sides to find her breasts once again, taking the globes gently within your grasp, kneading until she averts her gaze again, unable to keep her composure. "May I continue?"
?" yes," she says in a voice barely audible behind her hands. You pretend to not hear, still staring expectantly up towards her. "Yes," she says again, louder this time. "Yes, damn you, I want you!"
"Good girl," you murmur back into her sex, and she resumes gasping as you repeat the same caress as before. This time she's able to control her voice when you pass over her peak for the second time, but her knees bend and straighten rhythmically, sawing her feet into the cloth of the futon. A third time as you restart your strokes at her breasts, and she can't help but moan aloud as you attack both her hardened nub below and the two buds above.
The number of licks begins to climb. A dozen. Two. Three. By four dozen she's at the end of her rope, her breathing ragged, her limbs covered in sweat. "Gods," she whimpers, dropping her hands back to the sheets where they take massive fistfuls in an attempt to find some anchor in the waves of pleasure you're giving her. "Sai, I can't ? ?
"That's okay," you cut her off. "Just lay there and enjoy. And, oh," you think to remind her just in time. "You might want to cover your mouth."
Her eyes widen as she realizes your intent, and she hastens to follow your suggestion, staring down at you with unbridled anticipation. This time, you don't bother with the long movements, instead kissing directly over her pearl and swirling your tongue in circles there. She squirms underneath you and spread her legs even further, trying to give you even better access, and at length your movements peel the hood back and expose it directly to your caresses, your lips encircling the area around it and gently sucking. Her muffled gasping turns to quiet cries as you begin battering the vulnerable nub, up-down-up-down, left-right-left-right, circles clockwise, circles counter-clockwise ?
And somewhere in the middle of those rapid movements you lose her bud in the folds as it retreats, your victory at hand. Moments later she screams, her hips lifting up as her sex pulses with orgasm, trickling her own essence down in rivers across her thighs.
This time there's no trumpet, but instead thundering applause as the song outside concludes after a final blaring cadenza.
You hold on for as long as you can, enjoying the taste of her nectar even as your assault continues unabated, but it's not long before her frenzied writhing dislodges your hold, and you content yourself with pressing your tongue over her folds to try and catch as much of her escaping passion as you can. In this way you ride out her climax, your efforts to hold on gradually becoming less and less needed as her limbs lose their strength completely, leaving her laying spread-eagled and limp.
With a grunt, she pulls back slightly. When you attempt to follow, she makes an effort to roll over onto her stomach, and you finally have to fully pull away. Carefully licking your lips to gather up every last remaining drop, you sit yourself back down beside her as she tries to catch her breath, recovering from the exertions of her release.
"How do feel?" you ask, touching her arm.
"Like I just survived a typhoon," she exhales, the only movement she can manage a quick wave of her hand at the wrist. "Oh, I don't want to move, I feel so weak."
"Oh, you'll want to," you reassure her, carefully pulling yourself upright to kneel by her side.
"Oh?" She turns her head out towards you from where she was blotting her brow in the sheets. ?" oh," she repeats, smiling as she sees you kneeling before her, your member standing proudly erect. And she does move; first lifting her hips up, then slowly rising onto all fours, a smile creeping across her face as she starts crawling towards you.
Words fail both of you at this point - you don't need them to coordinate what happens next. Carefully, she sits herself down and lays onto her back before you, opening her legs and extending her arms towards you in an offered embrace that you accept, carefully lowering yourself once again. This time she doesn't lock you in place with her legs, and when you nudge forward slightly your tip meets the softness of her awaiting sex. You exchange a quick glance with your lover, receiving a nod of readiness in return, and you begin to slide forward, both of you groaning in pleasure as your head slips inside of her.
Her hymen may have already been broken, but she's still extremely tight, and you're not exactly small - you both have to struggle to make further progress as you try and move as slowly as you can, and she squirms, wiggles, and pants, trying to take you just a hair deeper, just another bit more. But, at length, you succeed, thrusting farther and farther into her, her inner folds wrapping around your shaft to embrace it the same as her arms behind your back. She doesn't ask any silly questions like if you're done yet, and you don't feel the need to badger her with questions about how much pain she's in - you're in this together, and, like on the battlefield, you don't need to speak to coordinate your movements. But the difficulty is certainly not for lack of arousal - each inch of her ultimately parts for you the same as the last, her inner body already ready for this moment long before now.
At long last you're filling her to the hilt, every inch of your shaft accepted into her tight channel. You take a minute to let her simply lay there and get used to the feeling, her gaze misty with emotion. "You're so kind, Sai," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears of joy as one of her hands flattens itself on her stomach, as if attempting to feel you even more inside of her than she already is. "I - dreamed of this moment, our wedding, our joining, even if I didn't think it would be in this body."
"When did you start?" you murmur, cupping her cheek and stroking it with your thumb. You knew eventually that she began to fall in love with you, if the nudges, winks, and subtle tilts of the heads of your companions weren't enough, but you never did find it appropriate to pry. Now that she's opening this up, though, you feel no such reticence. "Dreaming, that is."
She wiggles her hips tentatively in a small circle, enjoying the feel of the mingling hairs around the point of your joining, her smile wavering as she tries to resist moaning in pleasure as her clitoris grinds against the root of your cock. "The dreams started after you beat me in Hakugyokurou," she sighs. "They weren't dreams of - this - though," she amends. "I was so focused on achieving victory, I thought it would be the goal of my entire life to improve myself until I could finally beat you."
"It didn't take long at all," you chuckle, withdrawing just a little bit, your eyelids flickering unconsciously at the sudden movement.
"N-n-no," she agrees, shuddering as well, "it didn't. In so short a time you corrected a basic flaw in not my technique, but my entire - mindset!" she cries as you push forward again. After a few breaths, she continues, "And then - the dreams changed, and instead of fighting you, triumphing over you ? ?
"You'd already done that over and over again ? ? you laugh, pulling back again, just a little further.
? ? we would fight side by side against the enemy together. Parrying blows, creating openings, two allied souls united in a sum greater than its parts ? ? She loses her voice completely as you thrust yet again. She stops trying to tell her story, letting her elated face tell of her wishes, wishes that you eagerly fulfill with every stroke.
Perhaps if she still had a purely physical body, she wouldn't have grown so accustomed to your body in such a short span of time. But there's no pain anymore, and the tightness of her sex is just enough to drown you in pleasure without being uncomfortable. it's a perfect fit, one that you test more and more of with each new stroke. Soon enough she's comfortably taking your entire length from tip to root, stroking you as if inviting you in and pulling as if reluctant to let you go.
Eager to bring her to new heights, you lift yourself off her body and back onto your knees, sliding your hands down her back until they clutch at her buttocks, lifting her hips up at an angle. She finds leverage by hooking her ankles together behind your back, splaying her hands in the sheets, and balancing some of her weight on your thighs, and uses it to buck vigorously against you, her tight entrance repeatedly stroking the lower half of your shaft, your quickening breaths synchronizing with hers as you match each of her movements. "Oh - Sai - ah - oh - Sai - love you - love - so much ? ? she pants, unable to string together a coherent sentence any longer.
"Beautiful," you exhale roughly, your own voice losing its form as well. "Oh, Youmu?"
You drink in the sight of her pleasure-drunk face below her freely bouncing breasts, watching her eyes lose all focus when you start pressing your thumb into the peak of her sex, furiously rubbing the pearl of her womanhood. At this angle, your thrusts strike hard into the upperside of her passage, driving repeatedly into her most vulnerable region, forcing her voice out in small, short, high-pitched cries. it's not long before she goes over the edge without you, her folds spasming around your cock as her essence boils forth, soaking the sheets underneath as she opens her mouth in an uncontrollable shriek of ecstasy.
Nothing covers her voice this time, but you could care less about that right now. When her ankles fly apart from their grip behind you, causing her to start slipping off and away from you, you capture her legs in your hands and lift them high and wide apart, practically bending her into an L. You lift yourself up and pound into her from above, your flesh slapping loudly against hers. Her breath hammered out of her, she's only able to watch you with shattered eyes as you extend her peak into a plateau, keeping her at that unbelievable level of pleasure even as you swiftly reach that point yourself, your jaw clenching as you attempt to hold back just a few more seconds - just a few more - just a few - a few - just ?
"Oh!" Youmu gasps as your will finally shatters, expressing her surprise as she feels your member throb tellingly inside of her, splashing hot seed against the entrance to her womb. As if eager not to leave you behind, her own walls contract around your cock for the second time, eagerly milking you for every drop they can. Your knees fail, causing you fall on top of her, and she automatically wraps her limbs around your body once more, hugging you as tight and close as she can while you blindly attempt to push further into her, unable to control your own moans now. She grabs at you hungrily, her moans blending with yours as you join her in a mutual moment of joy.
At some point, you both slip into a luxurious afterglow, still locked in that embrace, the vigor of before replaced with sloth after your exertions. Your shrinking member slips out from within her, pouring your combined essences out onto the futon, and Youmu groans at the sensation of loss, trying to hug you even closer. "I love you," she sighs blissfully, turning to plant a surprisingly chaste kiss on her cheek.
"I love you too," you sigh in response, burrowing your nose into her silky hair. You think to yourself that despite her earlier request, neither of you will be able to move until next morning, so drained you are from the revelry of the night.
How wrong you were. True to her word, she's coaxed you into sweeping her off her feet and against the wall within fifteen minutes, and when Kogasa shuffles in hungover the next morning, looking to fetch you for a late brunch, she stumbles out with far more haste, traumatized by the spectacle of Youmu riding you on your own desk.
You hardly noticed. Youmu didn't at all.