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I bow before the door in front of me. The Crown Prince had taken care of her errands in the two hours since we had last talked. Afterward, Tojiko and Mistress Seiga had each spent a period of time with the Crown Prince enjoying the day. Whether it was an arbitrary decision or coincidence, I would be the last person the Crown Prince sees today. The night darkens the entrance to her room.
“Enter, Futo. You need not wait for my approval.”
Before I can open the door, it slides open on its own. Or to clarify, from the Crown Prince's arm sweeping to her side, it was opened for me.
“Please do not make exceptions for me.” I bow as I enter. “I am also a follower under you.”
“I do not ask for Tojiko nor Seiga to formally greet me. I understand it is your nature, but I would like to repeat that you need no reservation when you're with me.”
A notion that I would like to accept, but cannot. If not because my body is accustomed to the actions, then because I still treat the Crown Prince as her title suggests.
“In any case,” The Crown Prince reaches behind her to present two small cups, “let us begin. You know what day it is today, do you not?”
“Yes,” I take a cup with both hands while sitting, already partially filled with sake, “it is called White Day, if I have not forgotten somehow.”
“Yes, that is so.”
We both drink. The Crown Prince takes a sake gourd and pours between us, ignoring my wordless offer to do the same.
“As I said, allow me.” The Crown Prince pours. “Though as you know, White Day is an occasion where those who received gifts on Valentine's Day return the favor. The gift itself is also chocolate, given by those who received such one month prior.”
“That is so.”
“Typically, for the first event, females give their gifts to males. And today, males return the favor.”
“However,” The Crown Prince straightens herself, “as we do not necessarily fulfill the gender requirements, I believe some leniency is in order.”
I nod again.
“Then. Do you have a gift for me, by any chance?”
Direct to the matter of importance. I reach inside my clothes and pull out the white heart of chocolate, laying it before me, closer to the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince sets the gourd down to pick up my present.
My face burns with an unbearable heat. It was not so the moment I presented my gift. Yet as the Crown Prince takes the chocolate into her hands, I cannot help but acknowledge the flames burning inside of me. Figurative as it is, even reality would cool me more than the mental assault beneath my skin. A hermit's duty fighting off calamities is its own trouble. But how docile one becomes when faced with a personal affair! Even one as brave as I struggle to break the bind my shame ties around my limbs.
“Quite the flourish of choice, Futo.” The Crown Prince opens the heart, taking a chocolate in hand. She places one in her mouth, chews, and swallows. “A white heart container. And a peculiar taste for the dark chocolate. I believe it is called `mint flavor`.”
“Is it not to your liking?”
“It is.” The Crown Prince graces my present. “I am progressed enough to survive even with this much. But I think I will indulge myself more, seeing as it is good will for me to accept your gift.”
Something traps the air inside of my lungs.
“Yes, Futo? Speak freely.”
With the Crown Prince's words, the air flows through my body once more.
“What do you think of me?”
As the Crown Prince is still chewing, I wait in the unbearable quiet.
Such timing. I would rather not have preferred to torture myself with the wait. Even the prospect of death is not as suffocating as the atmosphere this silence brings. As I think that, I do note it odd that my body feels awfully heavy. In fact—
“Forgive me, Futo.”
The suffocating feeling grips every part of my body, though my breathing remains normal. Despite this, the Crown Prince continues eating the chocolates as I begin to panic.
“Do not panic.” The Crown Prince reads into my voice. “You have simply consumed medicine that the lady Seiga and I have made earlier.”
“Crown Prince?” My gaze lowers, as I'm unable to raise my head. My body cannot move as I will it. “What...is the meaning of this?”
“Do not panic.” The Crown Prince repeats. She stands. “You are not in any danger. It is simply a concoction meant to still your body's movements. Your senses will remain the same, and your bodily functions are normal.”
As she speaks, I do as she says and relax. Indeed, I sense nothing wrong with my body. I simply cannot move certain parts of my body. To clarify, my arms and legs. My head can turn left and right to some degree, but I cannot look up and down. When the Crown Prince places a hand on my head, my head lowers even farther without resistance.
“Forgive my cowardice, Futo. I...I just feel that I must take every measure given to me to ensure everything goes according to plan.”
“And...And that is?” I ask while the Crown Prince moves behind me.
I cease to move as one of her hands touches my neck.
“I would not have you doing anything for me today. Instead.”
The Crown Prince's breath runs over my neck above where her hand is. An excitement that I have only experienced several times for myself falls toward my loins. My fingers and toes shift and bend.
“B-But, this is not....”
My eyes close to brace against the hand on my neck as it snakes under my clothes. Her fingers explore the center of my chest. Each digit spreads to touch as much of my skin as possible. Low exclamations crack through my mouth all the while.
The Crown Prince leans by my ear. “You would have me allow you to service me. But if your desires are truly as I hear them, then I cannot allow you to do what you would have me do.”
“That's because...it is only right for me to do so.”
I grunt again as the Crown Prince finds my breast, her thumb and two forefingers running over a hardening nipple. She proceeds to let her hands roam across my flesh.
I hear a voice moan high and sweet.
It is...my own.
“So the brave and fearless Futo can act docile and meek? Good. Let that desire be fulfilled. I am glad I can do so.”
I moan again as her other hand slips to my side, beneath my clothes yet again.
The Crown Prince hushes me. “Lay bare your desires. As perverse as you may think them to be, embrace them.”
My waist unrestricted, I lean forward and fall. The Crown Prince follows my motion, but pulls me back to my knees as she continues to touch my body.
My back shudders. I do find erotic pleasure in picturing my current situation. A leader with a follower. A scandal. An object of pleasure to be used as desired. The core of my pleasure, though, lies with my love for the Crown Prince. And without that core, this very act would have no meaning. No enjoyment. So because it exists, as supplementary as my fantasies are, I leave my body in the hands of the one I love.
“Would you accept staying like this?”
I feel the warmth seep from me as I imagine the Crown Prince's words. Like a snare to an animal, her arms trap my body. Her hands press against my chest, Her fingers fan the flames on my skin, while her nails spark the fires beneath.
The Crown Prince was correct. Had I not been confined as I am now, I would refuse this only to please her instead. And that would betray my inner-most desires. A love that I wish could be fulfilled. Yet my very self prevents that. My ideals. My own policy. But the Crown Prince. She can face her own fears and attempt to overcome them.
With a few more flicks across both of my nipples, my head falls back onto one of the Crown Prince's shoulders. Her lips touch my ear as my breath shakes. The shocks fall from where she holds my chest down to my nether regions. The beating in my lower body releases the spasms within me, my hips jerk to and fro when the Crown Prince rubs my breasts at the right time.
I have already gone silent. A haze sweeps over my eyes, yet my stomach contracts in response to a hand sliding down to my womanhood. To compensate, the Crown Prince's other arm lies across one breast while the hand on the end grabs the other. My neck yields to one side as her lips find my neck.
Long since have I let the pleasure take control. But still I find the Crown Prince's words a primary source of that pleasure.
“Dost thy body accept me?” I close my eyes to her words. “Thou seem'st to want not otherwise.”
As a finger bends into me, my hips push away from the Crown Prince's body. Yet, her arm pulls me back into her embrace.
A tear falls from my eye to the floor. I would not believe it unless I truly felt hurt. But this was a strange sort of happiness. A desire fulfilled.
My clothes fall around my knees as the Crown Prince undoes the rest of my attire.
“I'm sorry. Does it hurt?”
“No. Not at all.” I reassure her.
I need not explain the reason, as the Crown Prince nods and hums in understanding.
“I see. Then, allow me.”
More of her finger plunges inside of me, and I moan anew. Even the fingers splayed beside the digit inside bring pleasure, resting on the inside of my thighs or beside my womanhood. I need not hear the act, silent as it is. The sensation alone, despite my ongoing state of paralysis, is enough to force my voice from my body. To gather the desire inside of me and release it through my skin.
My body falls forward again, but this time, the Crown Prince leaves me with my head against the ground. In this position, she still manages to push and pull with her finger. Her other hand slides between my face and the ground, my cheek against the back of her hand. Now, the Crown Prince plants kisses as far down my back as she possibly can without moving her hand from beneath my head. All the while still plunging herself inside of me.
The feeling and control in my body begins to return as I cry out. My leg straightens as my knee scrapes against the floor. I bite one of the fingers raised in front of my mouth on the knuckle. My body twists and stretches, tensing in more places than my mind could keep track of. I breathe hard on the finger between my teeth as I try to regain my composure. The Crown Prince kisses between my shoulders.
“That was the second time?”
I nod, letting go of her finger. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” The Crown Prince flips her hand to caress my cheek. “More so, I was surprised. Although I did not expect you to be stoic in bed, I find your reception to pleasure quite...arousing.”
“But would you not like to be pleasured as well?” I stare as far back as I can to the Crown Prince. She shakes her head.
“I find listening to your desires, your voice, to be more than enough to satisfy me. And besides,” The Crown Prince turns me over onto my back, facing her, “this moment is specifically for you.”
With my entire front laid bare for the Crown Prince, I feel a heat rise in my face. Although embarrassed, I do not feel humiliated. Rather...it is an invigorating feeling. To be looked upon by the one you love, and so affectionately, the moment provides a rush of warmth within my breast. And now that I have control of my body again, I raise my arms beside the Crown Prince's head.
“Then, if thou would'st desire.” My hands find their place on her back past her shoulders. “My body dost belong to thee...my Crown Prince.”
Both I and the Crown Prince come together. The kiss, meaningful as it may be to others, is but a small delight due to what I had experienced a moment ago. Lesser so when the Crown Prince's hands roam my body once more. One hand finds its way behind my neck, supporting my head. The other rubs along my front for a time. Along my stomach is most sensitive, perhaps because the touch is all but familiar from a source other than myself. Indeed, how the Crown Prince holds me is much like a prince, and I the princess. Perish the thought of how true it could be. I yelp as the Crown Prince brushes behind my left ear.
“Oh?” The Crown Prince muses, stopping her hand from touching me below my waist for the moment. “Are you most sensitive here?”
My head turns left. A strange sense of pride rises in me at the boastful words.
“P-Perhaps so. I do not spend time with such matters.”
“Yet your voice belies your experience. Though I will believe that you have not explored your body completely.”
I wince when the Crown Prince rubs two fingers against my entrance. However, it is her thumb that catches my attention.
“So you do know of the sensitive areas of your body? At least to a good extent.” The Crown Prince lowers her thumb and presses down on that place—
My lips seal themselves as my mouth traps a pitiful squeal. My body convulses. Never did I suspect that another's touch would affect me so! Yet I still do not dislike it. Maybe my previous two finishes have some fault for my current sensitivity. My eyes lower to where the Crown Prince's hand is.
I brace myself when she begins circling her thumb in rhythm with moving her two fingers. My voice escapes into a moan once more. The Crown Prince kisses my breast, then begins sucking from it. With only my shoulders and feet to support my weight, I offer my body to the throes of pleasure once more.
A minute passes. My body starts to rise whenever the Crown Prince draws breath on my breast. Likewise, my hips have already begun to tweak with her fingers' movements. Her other hand takes hold of the other side of my chest the Crown Prince is not servicing with her mouth. The overwhelming shock from her thumb's movement draws a short burst of elation from my lips. My eboshi had long fallen from my head. My hair is slick from the exertion in my body. Sweat drops behind my ear, down my neck. Though I do not create any fluids, the heat in my loins is more than enough to signal my end.
“Crown Prince....” I make out. I pray my words are enough to convey my desires.
And without a reply, the Crown Prince hastens her movements.
Then, without making noise, my mouth opens in my release.
My feet press onto the floor as my shoulders harden against the floor. Although my head bends forward, my eyes are shut as the shock sends a different sort of paralysis through my body. My ankles dig into cloth, and I find that somewhere in the white haze of my finish, I had wrapped my legs around the Crown Prince's waist. The same for my arms, which squeeze tight around her shoulders, my head against her neck.
Then, air rushes back into my body. I fall back onto the floor, splayed in a rather unsightly display. Upon further reflection, my whole demeanor during the act was quite unsightly. With the Crown Prince over my body on all fours, that would have to be the judgment. It would not be over-exaggeration to say I had been—as some would call it—eaten. Yet my love for the Crown Prince washes away any shame I may have for such circumstances.
“Rest, Futo.” The Crown Prince's words are like a spell. I close my eyes as she continues to speak. “May your affection be known to me and show worth through your actions from here on.”
And as the Crown Prince says, I fall asleep.
I awaken. Raising my head without sitting up, I note the blanket draped over my naked body.
“Are you awake, Futo?”
At this, I sit up without delay.
“H-How long have I been asleep?”
“It is morning.”
I find my clothes beside the futon, piled neatly for me to wear. But first, I wrap the blanket around my form and prostrate myself to the Crown Prince's back.
“M-My most humble apologies. I did not mean to take the Crown Prince's bed for my own.”
“Do not be alarmed.” The Crown Prince finishes writing something and sets her brush down. “If anyone is to forgive someone, then it would be me. I found much delight in seeing your sleeping face.”
At a loss for words, I turn around and reach for my clothes. An odd fusion of embarrassment and happiness flow through my head, bringing warmth to my face.
After a quick moment of dressing, I stand.
“I thank you for...your kindness.” The events from yesterday flash through my mind. “But as this was a fleeting desire, please accept my rudeness for....”
I stop. Is this not what I desired, though? No, this is what I came for. Not particularly how I was drugged and...that. But at least to confess. Perhaps the Crown Prince's boldness was a tad bit too much for me to comprehend at the moment.
I turn to face the Crown Prince's back. She turns to me as well. Rising to her feet, the Crown Prince approaches me.
“I was afraid of giving you the answer you predicted. For we both know I have an agenda I must fulfill for my goal. However, even with that said.”
The Crown Prince leans forward.
She plants a kiss on my cheek.
My face burns warm.
“If we are talking about the general,” The Crown Prince reaches inside her clothes, “then I say we are hermits, not Buddhists. Though I may become a saint, I see no reason why we cannot have material desires.”
She reveals the white heart container I gave her yesterday. Opening it, she draws out the last chocolate. I observe as she brings it to my lips, and I let her push the chocolate in. As the Crown Prince steps back, she raises her shaku in front of her lips.
“I believe in our strength to remain steadfast. Despite our personal relationship. I hope you will remain vigilant, as I know you are, Futo.”
I chew a few times before consuming the sweet, chocolate piece. The Crown Prince's smile is more than I could ask for, almost moving me to tears.
“Yes, Crown Prince!”
As I stride out of the room, the weight in my chest lightens. The taste of the chocolate lingers in my mouth. Whatever may happen in the future, I, Mononobe no Futo, will remember this moment for eternity.