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The best idea would have been to start the story with another name for male!Reimu, but at this point, I’d be more bothered changing it then letting it be. Nobody will ever accuse me of planning ahead too much.
[x] – "Then for some reason, Marisa was a bit more romantic than usual.”
Reimu ate: Stamina Mushroom
Marisa ate: Arousal Mushroom
Yukari stirred, and her eyes fluttered open. “… Well? Go on.” She waved a listless hand in Reimu’s direction, and shifted her body just a bit, paying no heed to the purple fabric stretching and straining to cover her. He saw, though, and it was tough to look away, even to take a sip of his tea. If he didn’t know her personality, he would have figured she was well-suited to having children.
“Go on?” He echoed past his cup before setting it down. Surprisingly, he’d still managed to sound calm up to this point, even while describing Marisa’s little ‘ambush’.
She rolled around, only stopping when she nearly hit the table. “Yes! Tell me more. Tell me how you conquered her body, how you made her yours, and all that. I bet she made all sorts of noises while you pounded her.” The gap Youkai was brazen as usual. She got a little carried away, swept up into a fantasy of what happened.
“That’s not how it- You know that’s not how it happened.” Reimu hoped that his tone was like a parent trying to lay down the law to their child. It was probably more like a defendant in court.
“Oh? What do I know? Like I said, I didn’t see for myself. You should enlighten me. Come on. A good storyteller doesn’t stop right at the best part!”
“Well perhaps I’m not a very good storyteller, then.” Despite lying down, she’d finished off some of her tea already. That was a bad habit. One should be sitting up, at least, or else choking could happen. “Here, I’ll get you some more tea.” The task provided a few moments where he couldn’t actually see her. It was a small relief.
Even then, Yukari was persistent when she wanted to be. “Reimu. You already promised to tell me a story! Remember? What kind of a shaman would break his word to a beautiful young lady?”
“A bad, corrupt one, like me.” Topping off her cup with what fresh, hot tea was left, he brought it back in and set it down on the table for her. She was still lying sideways on his mat, her curves forming a spectacular sight to stare at. Reimu did note that she was puffing out her cheeks, however. Pouting.
“… If you really want to provoke me, Reimu, I could always tell the story to you.”
With, no doubt, plenty of embellishment and fudging details and embarrassing things thrown in. The shaman’s annoyance now clearly showed on his face. “How is the story of what Marisa and I did in that forest going to help you get to sleep, anyway? Wouldn’t you prefer a calmer tale?”
“Oh, my. Such a confident boy, to consider his own exploits exciting like that. Confident with good reason, I imagine.”
Talking in circles was one of Yukari’s many special abilities, and one that particularly helped to confound Reimu when she wanted to. It was a sign between them that she didn’t feel like revealing her true intentions yet. If she ever would. If she even had any. Reimu wasn’t much of a fan of guessing games.
His guest noticed his expression clouding up. “Please don’t take that the wrong way, Reimu. I’m just kidding around. We’re friends, right? Friends tell each other things.” She waved carelessly yet again. Her musical voice dripped with honey.
“Not things like these.” Not with regular people, anyhow.
“But you said yourself that you’re not even telling me anything I don’t already know.” Sitting up to get some of that tea while it was hot, she quickly flopped back down to her ‘rest’ with another pout. Even other erratic people Reimu knew didn’t act quite like this. He sighed.
“Fine. Keep this to yourself, though..” The shaman crossed his arms. Bothering him didn’t bother him, oddly enough. He had grown used to it. If this ended up causing more trouble for Marisa, though? He couldn’t allow that.
“Yes, of course! So, Marisa explained what the mushrooms did while grinding on your poor aroused body when…?”
“When I came up with a plan.”
“Thought of anything yet?” Marisa’s tone was weirdly conversational as her enormous, soft ass smothered his crotch, pressing him between a lot of woman and an old, sturdy tree.
His reply was intense in tone. “Yeah. Hand me the stamina mushroom.” With a quiet giggle, the witch leaned down further, grabbed one particular mushroom, and offered it to him. Now she only had one cheek on him, and the pressure let up. When he reached over to take it, his hand shook. He couldn’t help the tension building up; both of them knew he likely wouldn’t last long.
At least, not without this thing. He looked over the mushroom in his hand a few times. Eating the wrong mushroom in this forest could be hazardous. “Come on,” Marisa egged him on with more gentle rubbing, keeping up a steady pace just to keep him hard, and now, settled right in the valley of her rear end. “That thing will let you go a few rounds! There won’t be any side effects, either.”
If they did that. it was no wonder these mushrooms were rare, and difficult to find. Otherwise, they would have been harvested and used by now. Tilting his head up, the shaman took a bite, and found the taste to be quite bitter. Not bitter enough to stop him, of course, and in a few more bites it was gone. “How long will it take to work?”
“That’s part of what I want to test!” Gentle strokes of her powerful hips turned rough again. Marisa had no shame in doing this, only confidence in herself, and tight muscle control. She took a deep breath and then pressed in, hard. Reimu writhed against her before he could stop himself.
“Hey! Hold on, you were going to eat one too, remember?” If she was thinking about that, she wouldn’t be teasing him quite so heavily. Hopefully. If this wondrous mushroom didn’t start working quickly, he couldn’t last. He deeply felt like he was on the edge. “Did you want me to pick one out, or…”
“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll just grab whatever.” Reimu watched her chose a mushroom at random. “This one is the species that arouses you! Mentally, that is. Like, provokes lust. It won’t make you fall in love with someone you hate or anything, but it’s still pretty potent!”
For a moment, Marisa was still, examining the large mushroom in her hand, turning it over and over. In fact, she had stopped trying to make him cum on the spot, although she was still leaning heavily against her best friend. At the edge of his hearing, Reimu heard the running water again, even though his mind was clouded. It helped put his mind at ease that they were unlikely to get discovered by anyone, deep as they were in the magical forest.
His voice was deepened by arousal. He coughed a few times, nervousness showing despite his experience. “Didn’t you want me to ask nicely?”
“Oh, it’s okay. I can tell how much you want me to do this! In fact, I can feel it right now.” She glanced down towards his erection. It bulged out of the white fabric of his robe, pressing against her black dress. “So that’s good enough!” Marisa was just making things up as she went along. Reimu didn’t care. They had the same goal, now.
He probably had other things to say, but they vanished without a trace when Marisa twisted her upper body a bit and then held the chosen mushroom up to her mouth. Glancing over at him, she brushed a lock of bright yellow hair out of the way, and then licked a bit at the bulbous head. He knew what she was going to do, and yet his breath still caught in his chest.
Licking more, her tongue ran lovingly over the rare specimen, appraising the taste. She quickly plunged her mouth down, and began nibbling away at the mushroom. At first, Marisa looked exactly like she had on the occasions she’d gone down on him. All that Reimu could do was stare. During this display, one of her hands reached around to rub him playfully.
She could have drawn it out, but even at her most teasing, Marisa was as direct as he was. Soon, she’d finished with it, and was licking the last bits of the flavor from her fingers. “… Well?”
“Well what?” Reimu replied, brain still jammed up. Minus the end result, he wanted her to do that to him, desperately. When he tried to express such a thought, though, it got tangled up.
Rolling her eyes, Marisa explained, “If we’re going to have sex, we’ll need to take our clothes off. Unless you really want to ruin those holy robes~” Oh, right. Without further prompting, he undid his robe, and Marisa followed suit, starting with her hat. She removed it and gently set it down on the nearest small log.
His outfit hadn’t been designed to be easy to take off, but neither was it elaborate, as far as religious robes went. A lifetime of experience allowed him to slip free quickly. Getting a thumbs-up from Marisa about his bare chest was encouraging, but also made him blush for some reason. Her smile was appreciative, and she quickly followed suit, undoing her shirt and undershirt. Tossing them aside, she put her hands on her hips. Now they were both topless.
Marisa saw that he was, unsurprisingly, staring at her. “Oh right, it’s been a while since I’ve let you see! Well, I’ve got little to support, or bind, or whatever! But what’s there deserves to be free! Easier to tan too.” That was true. He couldn’t see any real tan-lines on her. Did she really sunbathe? Or was this just her being prepared for today?
Reimu used to think of Marisa as boyish, at least up top, but that wasn’t fair. Nobody could miss her chest, however small, and the soft curve of her thin waist. Even the muscle tone and definition brought by an unusually active lifestyle, for a magician, accented her features and was pretty in its own way. She flushed visibly under his gaze. Under other circumstances she would be happy to let him stare all he wanted, but now, she couldn’t wait.
Quickly closing the small gap that had opened, she pressed against him, and thanks to the height difference, her chest thus pressed against his flat stomach. The contact of bare skin was a wonderful feeling, one they had both missed, but it got even better when she craned her neck up and kissed his. At the same time, her hands reached down and undid his pants, letting them fall to gravity and glancing down.
Whether it was more due to her rare mushroom, or just how she really felt, Marisa wanted all their clothing out of the way. Achieving this took no real effort or time, especially as she kept Reimu busy all the while with rubbing and kissing against him. For an encounter fueled by lust, there was quite a bit of physical affection involved, even little things like the way he said her name into her ear.
Without needing to look at how thick he was, Marisa knew that a lot of lubrication was going to be needed. Instead of bringing some along, she’d decided in her own mischievous way to make her own.
Keeping his back to the tree, she knelt on the soft, mossy ground, going straight to work. She knew how to pleasure a man, and more specifically, how to pleasure Reimu, and she distinctly remembered that he loved this. This mushroom, she treated much more affectionately than the other one, although she didn’t take her time. Instead, she pushed forward and impaled herself, or at least, that’s how it felt to her throat.
Reimu’s unsteady but very enthusiastic voice assured her that things were going smoothly. He reached down and put a hand on the back of her head, bucking his hips urgently, even though she was already full. She took a few deep breaths through her nose, pulled back slightly until she found a good, comfortable spot for herself, and then began humming.
His hand gripped her hair for a moment, and it took a conscious effort to let go, although if anything, Marisa seemed to enjoy it. It was a sign that he might not last too much longer… She released him from her warm, moist throat with a popping noise, and saw that, thanks to her efforts, his cock was now ready.
“Why didn’t you keep going?” Reimu asked, bringing up a hand to press against his face for a moment. His eyes squeezed shut.
“Your mind drifted off already? Well that’s okay, I’ll remind you this way.” Without sight, all he had was her voice, and then, the familiar soft pressure of her rear end against him. “Since I believe in the power of love, I didn’t tease you into coming in your clothes! Right? Although you still got them messy, hm?” Precum leaked onto her as he twitched. “So let it out now! And we’ll start the real test.”
Her encouragement wasn’t just vocal; she started to grind again. The heat and friction made short work of him, and she didn’t stop as he reached out to hold tightly to her waist. Reimu opened his eyes in time to see her reach back, and he cried out as she firmly grasped his cock again. He tensed up and shook, and now his real seed spilled across her ass in spurts.
Breathing heavily, Reimu kept standing, even though it felt like his energy was completely drained. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, faintly, and through their physical contact, he felt Marisa’s as well. Maybe he was just imagining it. “Gods…”
“Eeeh? There’s only one thing you need to pray to right now. And it’s me~” She paused for a moment and saw the look on his face. “Too much? Aw. I read that line in a book somewhere, you know! Are you okay? You look like you’re going to fall over.” Reimu envied her limitless energy, more than usual, in that moment.
He shook his head. “Yeah, I’m alright, I just, uh.” Oh. He could feel his cock, despite being spent against her body, growing hard again. Marisa could feel it too, because she moved her cum-slick ass slowly against him, encouraging, even provoking. In moments, he felt a new surge of energy, as though he hadn’t cum at all… and the urgency came back, too. It was a sharp feeling, and he felt light-headed.
“Yes! Look, look. It’s working!” The shaman didn’t need to look. He could tell this wasn’t normal; something was propping him up, almost. What a potent effect they had discovered. How far would it go? Would this keep happening? “That’s phase one of the research, complete! Okay, now. Uh. Just for more research, I should do it again. And again, and again~”
Something deep and shameful appreciated the idea of just being teased for hours by this girl, but could he really stand for that? This was supposed to be a mutual thing. Before she could get back to grinding on him, he’d taken hold of her and flipped both of them, pressing her front firmly against the luckiest tree in the forest with his own body.
His voice was deeper due to being muffled by her soft hair. “I have a better idea.” A little rubbing of his own made sure she took his meaning. “Just tell me how you want it.” His inclination was to see if he was lubed enough to begin working his way into her ass, but that was definitely something he wanted to make sure she was okay with. Being too rough with that was just a way to ruin everything.
Her reply was to squirm around for a moment and then turn around, bringing them face-to-face. They just stared at each other, and he could see something in her eyes. Even when they had been together, it was rare to see her burn like this. Bracing herself, she leapt up just enough to wrap her legs around him, letting his strength support her. Reimu’s hands quickly went down to grasp both her thighs, holding her up easily. “Like this, okay? And kiss me, jeeze.”
Rarely in his entire life had he been so fast to answer a lady’s request. Their lips met, pressing together with clumsy fervor, followed moments later by their hips, as the two of them quickly squirmed about to find the proper way for two bodies of different size and shape to come together. It wasn’t their first time; they made everything fit, more or less, and slowly but steadily, he entered her.
Marisa was tight. She had always been tight, almost beyond belief; she would always probably continue to be like this inside. Burning hot, full of life, clamping down on his cock like she was desperate to never let it go… He had never forgotten this feeling.
Tears welling up in her eyes made him pause even as he could barely stop himself from coming within his soft, resistant little prison. She took note and writhed, making a few very impatient noises before she managed actual speech. “It’s nothing, keep going. Please.” His pace still slowed, but if she was really in pain, she would tell him. He had to believe that.
A crying girl wasn’t something that appealed much to him, though; a smile would be much better. He tilted his head down a bit and kissed away her tears, much to her surprise. He didn’t even know what he was doing, truthfully, but he did it with conviction, and it seemed to help. Maybe. Well, Marisa somehow got even tighter from it.
She milked out more cum from him, as though he hadn’t already spent much of his seed. With a certain spell in place to help out, she had absolutely no fear about taking everything he could offer. Given the circumstances, that might have turned out to be quite a lot. Another orgasm barely paused the action, and Reimu didn’t let it slow him down, continuing his steady strokes and movements.
At first, Marisa thought she could last for a bit before coming, but that went out the window with a single jolt through her body. She had missed his touch every bit as much as she had, and was much less afraid to let it show even when they weren’t going at it. Now, it seemed as though the mushroom she ate was starting to kick in, and before she could do more than squeal, she squeezed him tightly and came, her friend’s already-recovered dick still hard within her.
It turned out to be a very good idea to let him support her because that first one nearly blanked her mind and certainly slackened her legs. He wouldn’t let her drop, though; holding her up, he let her ride it out. In fact, he kissed her again, even though she couldn’t do more than gasp in air and fruitlessly try to talk.
They would normally need to pause eventually, to catch breath, rest their bodies, and minds, but none of that happened today. None of it was needed. They kept going, with little more than a breather, at most. At first, Marisa tried to keep observations in her mind but soon, even that final pretense of ‘research’ was forgotten.
The way things unfolded kept them in that particular secluded bit of forest for quite a while. If a random creature would happen to stumble across it, they would end up turned around thanks to subtle barriers. There was no point in letting anyone else near, when this time was theirs, and they made the most out of every moment.
How long exactly they spent together, in the literal sense, was impossible to tell. Both of them had long since lost track of how many times they went; Marisa came several more times, and Reimu had many more shots left in him. What they ate fueled much of this but it was supporting feelings already there; even Marisa’s lustful state came from a core of true desire.
Sometimes, Reimu was the one deciding how they did it, and other times, Marisa spoke up, with requests or begging or commands or urgent moans or anything in between. They laid on the ground, they pushed up against a tree, she straddled him. They surprised each other with just what they were capable of in that time.
Old memories flared up. It was impossible for either of them to keep their past suppressed, although they never said anything to acknowledge it; this wasn’t their first time being swept away by passions. What was happening now surpassed any memory, even with the advantage of time and nostalgia. Marisa’s plan had worked better than she’d predicted.
Even so, like everything else in the world, it had to end. Eventually.
The sky was flecked with amber by the time her hoarse voice in his ear paused him in the midst of gently fucking her. “I think… we’ve done enough testing for now, yeah?” Marisa was full, and tired, her hair was messy, and many bits of her had gone numb. Even then, her mind was willing, but she wasn’t stupid enough to try and keep going like this. “I can’t… believe we found something so potent.”
“Oh, uh, yeah.” He realized he was gripping her too tightly, having held her like that for the longest time. There had been no stopping or pausing for more than a few moments, of course. They had just gone at it with everything they had.
Reimu wasn’t exactly tired per se, yet, so much as he knew it was time to stop. His body wasn’t exactly cooperative on that point, but he’d already gotten so much stimulation that he felt a little over-sensitive. Even small noises got to him in that moment. He hadn’t experienced such a state of heightened mentality since his last good session of prayer and special incense burning.
A quick dip helped them clean off, at least a little bit, given that this had been a messy little affair. They spent very little time in the water, given that it had a strong current and was somewhat cold. It helped them a little more alert, if nothing else. Afterwards, it was time to recover their clothes.
Getting dressed again wasn’t much of a problem for him, since eventually he’d even stopped getting hard quite so uncontrollably, but he’d had to help her out. She was limp by this time, and could only breathlessly ask him to get her clothing back on her. Everything was messy and sweaty and worse, but it was better than heading home naked.
Without much discussion, they both agreed Marisa’s house was in fact the best place to go; staying out at night would only lead to annoying encounters, and neither were in a shape to talk, or fight. There was only one major complication, and Reimu could hardly believe it. “Carry me~ I can’t walk, much less ride my broom.”
“Yes, really. Nngh.” Once again spotting a cloudy look on his face, she quickly added, “Oh, don’t- look. It was worth it, okay? More than worth it. But man, Reimu. You sure didn’t hold back once we got going. I’m happy about it, though. Yeah. Worth it.” She repeated that a few more times as he scooped her into his arms, they gathered up all of their possessions, including the remaining mushrooms, and then he lifted off into the sky.
Even with his mind addled and fatigued, he could find his way to Marisa’s house. It was a relatively short distance, and they were both grateful to get inside. It was deceptively normal-looking from the outside. Solitary out in the forest, it was painted, and even had a little mailbox out front that occasionally had mail delivered to it. Dirt roads led to it from several directions, even though Marisa tended to fly everywhere.
Any visitor who stepped inside couldn’t fail to notice that it was crammed full of items, sprawled out on the floor in piles and even a few mountains. It was the definition of untidy, and at another point, Reimu would have clicked his tongue. Right now, all he could do was pick his way to the bedroom and set Marisa in her large, soft bed.
Then flop over beside her himself, drained and grateful for a chance for snuggling.
Maybe he was growing physically tired despite how energetic he had felt, earlier. The effects of what he’d eaten were doubtless starting to wear off. Having long surpassed his own limits and stamina, he couldn’t even stay awake long. It was enough time to hug Marisa close, though, and she sleepily returned the embrace.
It would have been a nearly impossible task to wake either of them through the night and next morning. When Reimu finally did awake, he found her still sound asleep. Guessing that this was another effect of their little test of the mushrooms, he wasn’t worried. They’d both exhausted a lot of energy, in different ways.
The house had a dimly lit feel about it, even as sunlight streamed in through circular windows scattered around, as though secretive things occurred there. Maybe it was fitting, but he just thought the place could use a bit more lighting. Especially if one was going to be doing alchemy, enchantment, or even simple reading.
Instead of just going back to sleep, he was awake enough to start doing something about the frankly sorry state of affairs in Marisa’s house. Particularly, he went through enough of the clutter to safely navigate from room to room. Much of the things Marisa ‘found’ or ‘borrowed’ were books on one subject or another, and he couldn’t help a bit of envy at someone who had so much knowledge that they literally tossed it about.
At least he could tell that many of the books had minor enchantments and wards on them. They were in good condition for how they were treated. Even so, getting them up and onto tables, or even just neat stacks in the edges of rooms, was a lot safer. He also gathered whatever potion bottles that could be found on the floor, some with bubbling solutions and liquids still in them, rather than risking accidentally stepping on them.
Barely pausing after he’d cleared safe spaces to walk, he decided to get working on a late lunch, shuffling through what food Marisa kept at her house for ingredients. At least, from what he remembered, he could rely on her having a big appetite. She would probably need to eat a bit after expending so much energy and sleeping for so long. He knew he was hungry, at least.
When Marisa finally rejoined him in consciousness, roused by the smell of cooking, she barely had to lay on the guilt trip to convince him to stay a while. “I can’t walk still~” It was even very likely, to him, that she was telling the truth. Out of obligation, some guilt about leaving her in such a state, even by accident, and because he had nothing better to do, he thus ended up taking care of her.
He didn’t mind at all when it got to the point where she should have surely recovered, and could have walked again, but chose to keep milking it instead. It was a chance to spend time together, a chance he wouldn’t pass up.
Reimu’s last visit of any real amount of time had been under such different circumstances, and there were certain things he was unlikely to bring up. He only had so much courage, despite the front he put up to many in Gensokyo.
As though she didn’t notice anything was different now than it had ever been, Marisa happily kept up banter with him as she recovered, and even suggested he could become her housewife. After all, he was really good at a lot of the domestic things she tended to ignore. This suggestion was met with blushing and a light thwack from his gohei.
[ ] – Choose what to talk about with Marisa as he helps her out and stays over. Write-in, from Reimu’s perspective. Multiple topics are okay. Please keep each topic as a separate item. The top two or three will win.