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[X] First Nature: Reisen
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
I’m running. It’s not even a clearing, but it’s still a straight run to him. He swings around to face me, but I crash into his shoulders. He yells as we fall to the ground.
I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Just…Just hold still…!”
A Heart-Broken Trio Called Second Nature – Reisen
He screams. Shouts. They’re not pathetic. His voice is delicious, coarse, as he pushes at my arms and body. Somewhere in the frantic tangle of arms, his instinct moves his hands to repel my own. He’s not handsome, but he’s not scrawny, either.
He was good enough. Because I need it. I need him in me. I need it, need it, badly.
My hands slip under his shirt, yanking at his pants. They’re supposed to come off without much resistance. But he grabs at my wrists, and I lose my grip. With a frustrated growl, I grab at his wrists. My hands hold them from the front, forcing him to try and push without much success. He attempts to sit up, but I grind down at his waist with my hips. My shoes dig into the earth as I lean over him.
I can feel it through his clothes. It’s not hard, unfortunately. Not yet, anyway. But I can feel it. It’s grinding up against me. But I need it IN me.
Even though he’s quiet now, his panting shows the strain he’s under trying to get me off of him.
The terrified look in his eyes like something’s going to kill him.
Releasing one of his hands, I shoot my hand under his pants. He grabs at my arm, but I lean over his chest. Kicking off a shoe, I bend my leg high enough to lodge my foot under his pants before kicking them off as well. Past his knees. With those out of the way, and a limp cock waiting for me, I lower my hand to rub at the base of his penis. My fingers wrap over the skin of his balls. His screams ring into my ears.
There’s also an ache in my leg from the effort I used to get to his manhood. But I’m dying under the heat burning me from the inside out.
I release his other wrist to slide my other hand under his shirt, scratching the middle of his chest. All the while, my palm rubs down and up his awakening cock. Each of my fingers tap at his sack, eager to get him ready by any means possible. He pushes on my shoulders, but through sheer desire to fuck, I only sway as though moving under some low bamboo leaves.
I need to fuck. Now. But I can’t if he’s not hard. He’s not hard! All I can do is—
Tearing my skirt and underwear down my legs, I hump at his limp dick with my entrance. It flaps up and down against me.
It’s not entering me, but it does relieve some of the heat. It still burns, but the pain dies down. For now.
The relief also makes me more aware. Horny, but aware. The male under me holds his breath. Like he’s in pain.
But I know why.
“I’ve been watching you.” I breathe the words. “I know you’ve got someone already.”
He’s stopped struggling. But I’m pretty sure he’s not enjoying this. How could he? My eyes find the ring on his right hand.
“But you need to understand.” I’m burning again. “You’re the only person around. And you didn’t leave the forest immediately. With her. And I’m…I can’t…I need you. I need it!” I shift back, enough to grab at his cock.
It’s hard. But it could be harder.
I lick the palm of my hand, then wrap that hand around him again. I stroke him, steady, feeling the blood rush into his penis.
I’m sure he can feel the saliva on my hand. At least, he’s breathing harder. Trying not to think about it? I take another three seconds to reapply another tongue of saliva on the palm of my hand before stroking his hardening cock again.
“I’ll keep this a secret.” I wrench at his shirt with my other hand. Enough to see more skin. And muscle. “So, just let me do this as quick as I can. Please.”
His cock stands almost bending backward toward his stomach. I jerk him enough to move his skin, peeling it to expose the head. His eyes remain shut. Slow breaths in and out.
At the same time, my eyes return to the ring on his finger. One second after, my hand on his chest reaches over to his ring finger.
His eyes snap open. He reaches with his other hand to stop me, but I already yank off the ring. With a fling of my arm, I hear it tumble against the ground somewhere nearby.
“Don’t think.” My hand on his cock grips him by the base as I position myself over him. A clear drop of fluid leaks from the tip. “Just let me fuck you and come inside me.”
With those simple orders, I swallow his cock with my entrance.
Not exactly wet, but definitely warm.
Hugging his hard rod with my insides, I snap back and forth, up and down his body. Every inch of him scrapes against me. Tugging the skin from his cock. The head of his penis poking my walls. Left, right, up, down. I watch him pant. I watch him groan. Not moan. But the pleasure runs through his body. Into mine. My knees and palms push against the ground as I ride him harder.
My shirt is tight.
Rising up straight, I unbutton the last of my clothing. At the same moment, he opens his eyes. Still using my knees to fuck, I pull my shirt out and off my body, and it falls behind me between the young man’s legs. I lean back over him, my hands free to ride him into the ground again. This time, my breasts full in his face.
“You don’t want my body?” I stop moving back and forth, leaving my hips to move up and down. Enough to stare him in the eyes. “If you want this to end, you have to give me what I want. And it’ll help to take as much of my body as you want.” I run a hand from the bottom of my breast, brushing up over my nipple. The mound jiggles after my hand leaves. My tongue flicks the corner of my lips.
I’m coming onto him hard. But that’s because I want him to come hard. The way he shuts his eyes tells me he doesn’t want this. But regardless of what he wants, I’m going to get what he doesn’t want to give me.
“You getting ready to come?” I lower my chest onto his, my nipples brushing next to his. My hips still move, eager to coax his semen from his rod. “Come then. Come inside me. Shoot it inside. I need it. I need it.” I moan the last part, slow and soft.
But his eyes are still shut.
I NEED it, though.
My teeth grind as my hands, with dirt on the palms, I wrestle his shoulders from the ground. He yells, but I pull him up into a sitting position. With a swift kick of my legs, I wrap them around his body. Foot over foot. For a few thrusts, I grind into his crotch. Then, throwing my arms over his shoulders and clasping my hands behind his back, I start fucking him again. As fast as I can blink, I pull my hips back and up, almost pulling him out of me. Then I slam them back down, balls deep. A soft pat. Sometimes a clap, if my ass and stomach hits his skin just right.
Now he starts moaning. Regretfully. But it means he’s really feeling it. And that’s good. Because, that means—
“Hurry up.” I whisper at his closed eyes. “Come. Come inside me. Yes,” I stop to pant and whine when he brushes against a sensitive spot in me, “make me come, too. Yes…please—”
Pulling my head back to stare at him, I grab at his hair with a hand. The smell of sex in the air dulls the burning ache in my stomach as I thrust faster. My ankles dig into his back. My other hand scratches against his chest.
But he’s not COMING. Why isn’t he COMING?! I’m here, naked, grinding my body against his, and I don’t get why he’s not shooting his semen into me! Just shoot it, please, for the love of everything that makes sense—
“Inside, you need to do it inside.” I grunt. “Or outside, on my breasts, on my face. Just hurry up! Or it won’t, go, away!” I manage to change to more violent, but slower, thrusts. My voice shakes with each one.
These bring out another long, low moan from the male. With nowhere else to run, his hands hold my thighs. Eyes still shut. But groaning. Moaning. Cock rock hard and rubbing everywhere inside me and around me.
It helps to fuck. But I need to come. And he needs to come. I want both of us to writhe and shake in that climax. What else can I do?!
My mind racing, I bring my face close and lick at his lips with the tip of my tongue. His eyes snap open. I don’t care why, but he opens his mouth right after closing his eyes again.
Yes. This helps. This definitely helps. More.
I jam my tongue inside and shove inside every part of his mouth. Panting into him. Breathing into him. My delighted moans escaping through the gap between our lips. I grunt every time I thrust forward, not slowing any more than I already did. He does too, right into my mouth. Every now and again I pull away just enough to run my tongue up his cheek, or over his lips. Along his neck. Up his throat. My saliva glistens in the moonlight on his skin. But I always return to his mouth. And my breasts rub along his body. My legs squeeze tighter against his back. The burning in my stomach starts to become pleasant. From pain to pleasure. A pleasure about to explode.
“Are you going to come?” I stare into his eyes, and he happens to open his and stare back. “I’m going to come. Please, come with me. Just do it, and it’ll all be over.” I moan in front of his face.
It really didn’t need to be inside me. It could be anywhere. But it’d help if he did it inside. It would REALLY help.
The male doesn’t respond, but from his shuddered breaths, I assume he’s close. I place my hands on his shoulders and return to the frantic pace I set before. He moans, continuously now, as I fuck him to full completion. His face lowers onto one of my breasts, and I straighten myself just enough to get as much of him in me with each thrust as I can. A soreness runs through my waist as I fuck him three times in a second. For five seconds. I moan. He moans. Ten seconds. I moan, almost chanting as my voice cries out higher and higher, over and over again.
I’m so close. Actually, I’m just seconds away—
Sooner than I thought, the pleasure shoots into my brain. Overloading myself with some number of final thrusts, I squeeze tight with every part of my body I’m aware of as I come. I cry out into the night of the forest. The male moans low, as if relaxing, his mouth opening just enough to lick my nipple on accident. He comes. Inside of me, somewhere. Somewhere, his semen is there. I imagine he shoots a few thick strands of his substance inside me. Deep inside of me. The pleasure and warmth running through my body dulls whatever actual sensation I could feel of his seed entering me. But from my twitching feet to my bent ears, panting with my cheek against his shoulder, I could care less.
“Yes.” I pull away from his shoulder to lick over his lips. “Yes.”
I kiss him, light. Then trace his upper lip with the tip of my tongue. Kiss. Slip my tongue inside. Lick him again. He accepts whatever acts of tenderness I give to him, his skin and body yielding to my touch. The palm of my hands roam along his chest. The burning heat inside of me cools with every pleasurable shiver. Cooling into nothingness. His cock is still hard inside me. My hips rock, slow and steady, remembering the pleasure just moments before. My legs unfold, then rest with my knees against the ground, almost kneeling over the male’s legs on top of him.
We sit there, trembling against each other for a few more seconds. I breathe out. He breathes out. We do it a few more times, returning to normal. Then, I think. My thoughts come back. My logic and reasoning return.
…No. No no no. No!
Guilt. And terror. Shame. That somewhere, in my body right now, there’s proof that I just raped a man from the village. If it’s not already apparent if somewhere were to walk by. In the middle of the bamboo forest.
I rise back, still on my knees. His penis slips out of me, arching forward as it limps further. A thread of his semen connects the last of him to me, before snapping. Now even the ground has some proof of my crime. My hand shakes as I touch myself.
I don’t know if the lack of semen on my fingers is scarier.
Looking around for my clothes and my shoe, the cold of the bamboo forest seems almost ice cold. The dirt makes it worse, on my sock and on my legs. All of my clothes, too.
But I can’t worry about that now.
I know I put on all of my clothing. But what I’m not sure of is how the man was before I ran.
Although, from the state of my clothes, anyone could tell something was wrong.
And Master would know exactly what it was.
I stand in front of Eientei, facing at the ground. In front of me, Master stands with her arms crossed. Around the corner, I notice Tewi peeking.
“I can sense the scent of a man on you.”
I don’t even deny it.
“By the looks of things, you were not a victim. And I suspect, you were rather the opposite.”
I remain silent.
“I take it you understand why this is a problem?”
She taps her foot once. But that’s not a sign to respond.
“It’s because,” Master goes on, “we must maintain peaceful relations with the humans to assure our position in Gensokyo. Furthermore, such behavior is beneath us. I know you understand this, don’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice is as bland as it should be.
“And on top of that, the one who led him back out of the forest was not you, but that girl.” She means the phoenix. “Do you understand the implications of these circumstances?”
I can feel the color draining from my face.
“Consider this the first and final warning.” Master’s voice plants itself within my brain. “Only because I will be able to negotiate past this situation once. Using whatever trust and resources I had available for such a mishap. If it does happen again….”
I nod at the threat and notice.
“You know, I ran into two individuals today. If I were to say it, I think we’re all in our own little predicaments. Even if yours may be a little worse.” Master pauses for a second. “But that doesn’t excuse what you did.”
I must look so miserable right now. But a small part of my body can’t forget the necessity of that desire. As the silence continues, the mix of guilt and necessity blend into an unknown sense of unease.
A minute must pass by, because by the time I look up, Master is already gone. At this moment, Tewi walks out into the open in front of me. She lets out a frustrated sigh.
“I tried to stop you.”
“You know how many of my traps you set off? I’ll make sure to set up more in case it happens again.”
I seal my lips shut.
So that’s what that pile of ropes and other contraptions are over there? Well, not that it mattered. I should’ve just listened to her and kept in my room.
Shaking her head, Tewi leaves. “Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything to your room. So get some sleep.”
Without anything else to do with my stress, I do what she says. Because it’s the only thing I could do.
It should be simple. So why?
In my bed, I pant and grown. Sweating. My thighs rubbing together weren’t enough. Even a hand to squeeze between them does nothing. I took Master’s medicine.
So why can’t I fight back this heat?
The sweltering heat ties up the inside of my stomach. Although unbearable before, I know it’ll be worse by morning. So my only other option is to suffer, or to take care of it. But choosing to suffer through it will kill me. It’s just part of being a moon rabbit. Whatever protection we had before on the moon, vanished the moment we came to the earth. A protection that made us impure. Different, in simpler terms. I didn’t understand it completely myself, but it meant our bodies had become the way they always were. Which should be fine.
Except, this heat was problematic for me.
Going so far as to bite my pillow, I think back to the man I violated today. But imagination isn’t reality. What was then isn’t now. My body just won’t accept it. That man’s…dick, inside of my private place. The mindset from before is unlike me. But I needed to be in that mindset to take care of it. And just thinking about it…wasn’t enough.
Twisting over to my other side, I throw the blankets over me. Even the warmth of my sweat starts to pass into my nose, and the silence rings in my ears. My damp, sweaty ears. It makes the heat worse.
I can’t stay like this. I need to find someone. But I shouldn’t leave Eientei.
Should it be first nature?
 Search for Tewi
 Confront Master
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