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Gin, the lowly messenger, stared at the young noblewoman’s presented rear. He hadn’t at all to conjecture how it would atop his commoner lap – because he knew exactly how. He hadn’t to speculate what it would feel like to have those smooth buttocks slide, in shameless nude, back and forth on his bare thighs – because mistress Akyuu had shown him exactly what, a night not a fortnight before… when she had used his natural abilities as a man to scratch a really itchy spot deep inside her belly.
Unreal. This was the best descriptor for that night, because there was indeed something unreal about a girl whom Gin had watched grow above waist-level, then plump out in all the customary places, happily committing sloppy, premarital sex with him on the office floor. All too easy, the particulars of that age-induced tragedy came rushing back. A long day and an even lengthier shift, the tail end of which had left Gin loafing about the office awaiting his pay-out – while the industrious young woman pored over a veritable tower of end-of-the-month figures for the estate’s personnel. Gin of then did not too much begrudge the delay; Akyuu’s workplace was anyhow warmer than the town’s communal housing where he came to anchor each night, and loitering around nobility by itself had a certain braggartly shine which the messenger found singularly gratifying.
It did, all the same, sting somewhat once Akyuu stamped the final document, wiped her hands, stood, and curtly announced she had no money for him.
“I can ill recall,” she argued when pressured, “ever confessing I had it, in the first place. And it is way too late to bother our treasurer now. What is it, after midnight? You should have asked, Gin. I was right here.”
“Ah, but you were having such fun!” snapped Gin, bitterness briefly gelling over his buoyant soul. “What did you reckon I was waiting around for, young mistress? Witching hours?”
Akyuu folded her arms, in their rolled-up sleeves, under her chest. “I reckon,” she aped his tart tone, “that I boss you enough on the job. What you do off of it – is none of my beeswax. Wait around, if and where you please. Official excuses besides, it’s not like I mind having you here.”
“Well, I—!” Gin launched off… but found the unexpected acceptance to have stolen his secondary thrusters. Akyuu’s tired, innocent face compounded gravity; and, together, they dragged his rising temper down to ground level. “… Argh, pooped,” he groaned his formal surrender. “I can’t rightly win with you, can I? And here I was bent on getting pissed as an Oni in a wine vat tonight.”
Akyuu’s lips shaped a wan smile. “Sorry?”
“Never you mind,” wheezed Gin, sprawling on a clear stretch of the straw-mat floor. “All in all, you have the right. It’s all on me. I’ll swing by on the morrow, and wrest my demons on my own tonight.”
Akyuu forbore to comment, hovering over him with the faint expression of a woman whose secret shame had been brought too close the skin of her conscience. Gin skewed a dejected smile at the overworked young mistress, and felt a rush of rather inappropriate emotions when she returned it – drawing a lock of her silky hair behind an ear. Shivering candlelight played along the golden leaves of her brooch and that half of her cute, barely matured face.
Under some old, inconspicuous carpet, deep in the basement of his heart, Gin had stored the written confession that a large part of him was in love with the young lady. It could well have been the whole of him. And now, he found his attention sticking to her features. Akyuu… no, young mistress Akyuu, may be of age and in eminence in the household currently; and yet, one may hardly forget the tiny, resolute girl who went about ordering the staff in a squeaky, if eerily close, impression of her late grandmother’s voice.
Against his sincerest wishes to treasure that version of Akyuu forever, his fatigued mind clung to quite different details now. Those coy, carefully rouged lips. Those slight shoulders. Those slim arms, that made you want to keep them away from anything heavy. The outline of Akyuu’s modest, but unmistakeable bust, beneath the layers of bright kimono. And those hips that could cause a pile-up on the town’s main thoroughfare.
Mouth drying, Gin lashed his eyes back up to Akyuu’s face. Akyuu, if she had caught, or minded, his ogling, admitted to neither.
At length, some ruling was made in the brilliant palace of her mind, and urged the young mistress on to speak out.
“… Gin Akamatsu?” she addressed him. “Will you take an advance… in nature?”
Gin blinked. “In… er, what?”
Lady Akyuu rolled her eyes. “Sex,” she said. “I am asking if you want to have sex, as an advance on your wages.”
Gin Akamatsu swallowed his suddenly evacuating heart back down, and examined the girl who would attempt to eviscerate him with sheer words. Akyuu’s face was a museum-perfect piece on how to blend royal composure with a dash of smugness. Someplace in a reservoir usually reserved for work, the messenger found in himself the self-control to speak like a professional.
“First of all,” he machinegunned out, “yes, please, would love to, absolutely, thank you. Second of all… Why?”
Akyuu’s expression shifted farther to the smugger side. She switched on her feet, the bottom edge of the kimono brushing her bare ankles. “First of all,” she teased him, “I do feel put out, letting you go unrewarded tonight. Second of all… I like you, Gin. And I have it on a whole case of evidence you do not hate me, either.”
Gin pulled a tragic face. “Can I see that case? And burn it?”
Akyuu smiled at the roundabout confession. “Third of all, though… I am somewhat at my limit, myself.”
“You are a big and lettered boy, so I shall tell you outright. I have been hornier than a Celestial maiden all day today. My period is in two weeks or so, and this is when I am at my most… restless.” There was a slanted, expectant look. “… You do know what a period is, yes?”
Gin considered pretending a lapse of memory – then, pretended not having considered it at all. “Yes. Yes, I know. Your head maid poured that bucket of ice-water on me when you were in absentia, once. It was a deep bucket,” he added.
“Vivi did?” Akyuu’s eyes betrayed a touch of amused surprise. “That starch-butt? Would you fancy that… At any rate, other than, ah, seeing red, this is the worst time for me. Sometimes, I have to take twice as long to do the same columns because my thoughts keep… leaping. If you had not been fluttering around here like an early moth, Gin,” she confided, archly, “then I would have long before taken a break and gone to take care of it. As it stands, my underwear may well be ruined. I could hardly even check, because of you.”
“And so, you want me to… take responsibility?”
“Assuming you mean to harry my tailor for a new pair,” countered Akyuu, “then I have plenty other servants to be responsible about it. I want you to go home tonight not feeling indignant over staying so late for no return. And, if I can have my itchy place rubbed a little in the same stroke… then that puts us nicely in cahoots.”
Gin stared, slack-jawed, at the young noblewoman who could, if his ears were to be believed, talk laps around casual, illicit sex.
Akyuu appeared to read the Morse of his thoughts from his eyes. “… Want me to say it filthier?”
Gin swallowed. “… Yeah.”
Akyuu smiled, smug as a cat in a tubful of cream. “… I want to use your hard cock,” she whispered, “to massage my wet, naughty pussy. Want me to fuck you and cream myself on your dick?”
There was a sticky, not-yet-pregnant-but-surely-soon-to-get pause. Then, Gin coughed explosively.
“Gods—” he wheezed. “You could destroy a man’s pants with that!”
Akyuu shrugged coquettishly. “Tit for tat.”
Gin could not resist the rib. “What would your head maid do if she heard this sort of verbiage crawling out of your mouth, young mistress?”
“Vivi? Arrange for a dictionary for me to read, like as not. That woman’s mind is stiffer than a… a cock.”
Another potentially expectant pause ensued as Akyuu looked to him for validation.
“Yes, right, jolly,” he obliged. “I do still want to… do all that stuff, though.”
He had to admire the look lady Akyuu gave him. It implied, rather with diplomacy, that any answer to the otherwise would have been met with the swiftest clonk upwise the chin on this side of Gensokyo. He deflected it with a boyish leer of his own. The resulting air of shamelessness had them both smiling just a hue sheepishly.
“Mm, well… I am glad I hadn’t tainted my lips for nothing,” she granted. “Shall we, then? Sit back and undo your belt for me, please. Oh, and will you want me to leave my panties on, or…?”
“Take them off,” Gin replied at once.
Akyuu’s replying smirk told him she was happy to do nothing less. “Someone wants to see as much as he can, hmm? Very good…”
And then, with a graceful, petite motion, she tugged the sash of her kimono loose. And while the complex piece held together even so, it did allow Akyuu to then part her outfit’s ankle-long skirts. A pair of slim, rice-white legs slid into candlelit view, topped by a pair of demurely white panties, stretched across the young woman’s smooth, bare hips. What was less demure was the noticeable, wet stain on their front. Akyuu hadn’t lied; even as she slipped her thumbs under their band and began to pull them down her thighs, a gluey thread strung between the panties and her now-nude crotch.
Gin could catch but a shadow of a neatly trimmed bush, before Akyuu bent forward to guide her unmentionables down to her ankles. Once they reached the floor, she stepped out of them with one foot – and kicked them away with the other.
“Gin?” she called out to the gawping messenger. “Your belt?”
It should be quite difficult for a man to jump a foot into the air while flat on his seat, but not if the man was Gin Akamatsu at that moment. Scrambling up, he ripped the belt out of his trousers, and then skinned them down, underwear and all, down to his knees. Then, he flopped back onto his rear. Akyuu smirked, all good boy-like – shuffled forward – and eased herself down onto Gin’s lap. Gin tensed at the sensation of her bare derriere squishing against his naked thighs. It went further; Akyuu’s derriere was, in fact, soft and nigh-on scalding from hours of use in front of a desk. Amazing though its weight felt atop him, nevertheless, Gin’s eyes were riveted to another of Akyuu’s tactically exposed areas.
As if sensing his scrutiny – or, really, triangulating its overt point – the young lady of the Hieda fanned her legs wider out. All the while, she drew the halves of her robe farther apart – until her cute, plain bellybutton joined the picture. Akyuu’s belly itself was flat and smooth as a baby’s – only swelling slightly with each of her shallow breaths. Soon, and, Gin realised, it would be bulging from something else altogether; it took no great physician to recognise that, what the young mistress was demonstrating to her lowly messenger, was exactly from where and to where his manhood would be travelling inside her, once it was ready.
That it wasn’t, even so, provoked a disappointed hum from Akyuu’s chest.
“… Nervous, are we?” she asked.
“Yeah,” grunted Gin. “… Sort of. I mean, you’re dead sexy, and I want you down on me, but—”
“No, no worries,” Akyuu dismissed his fumbling. “I understand. I sprang this on you a bit out of the blue. We will get this guy up, no problem.”
“Can I, er…” he began, as Akyuu moved. “Can I play with yours, too?”
“Mhm. I think I’d like that.”
That alone drained some of Gin’s blood from his ears and pumped it down where it was needed more. Akyuu gave him an appreciative little “Nn…” when he skimmed a hand up the length of her naked thigh, the muscles beneath her thin, pale skin tensing at the touch. Gin was made to return the wordless compliment when he felt his mistress’s tiny digits wrap around his perking manhood. Akyuu spared it no dignity; she spat into her right hand, peeled the foreskin with the left, and began to rub the slimy inside of her palm on the exposed crown. It gave Gin’s neighbour downstairs plenty of good reasons to quit being uncooperative. An additional one was engendered when his hand arrived at Akyuu’s damp privates.
And they were damp. The prim patch of dark pubes on Akyuu’s groin was soaked with perspiration. Gin had but to sneak his fingers below to find her crotch was no better for wear: her lower lips hot and puffy and smeared all over with warm, sticky arousal. He hadn’t more than to drag his longest finger down the slit in the middle for its tip to part the slippery labia and sink into Akyuu’s hot, eager receptacle. Stomach clenching, lady Akyuu accepted the first and the second knuckles of his finger – tight and defiant at the entrance, but softer and more inviting the deeper in he pushed. Once the finger was in to the root, its whole length was engulfed in hot, cushiony goodness that could only ever feel better around one other part of his body.
Gin and his dick shared a thought. It said: “one finger is fine and dandy, but I will never fit inside if she can’t accommodate two.” Thus and therefore, the astute messenger carefully extracted his middle finger from the young noblewoman’s clinging insides. And then, no sooner than they at last let go, he returned double the amount. Her wonderfully wide hips juddered as her vagina easily swallowed the pair of intruders whole.
An unladylike noise squeezed out of lady Akyuu’s chest, and she gripped his – now fully raised – flagpole in reprisal. “Nnhyou are lucky,” she gasped, “that I came pre-prepared.”
“Sorry,” he started, “was that—”
“No. Goodness, no, I was—” Akyuu seemed flurried for a moment. “… Can I not tease you about this? Or are you the only one allowed to be nervous?”
“Hieda Akyuu? Nervous?” Gin was brimming over with incredulity.
Hieda Akyuu made a toss with her head. “And would you not be?” she returned. Then, realisation dawned. “No. Never mind, do not answer. I will have you know, I am nervous. Hnn. I am the eldest daughter of the household… yet I am about to have sex with a courier. That would make any woman of status… well, at the least giddy. Will you, haah, quit diddling me when I am speaking?”
Gin kept gently poking his middle and ring fingers in and out of her squirming and obviously very pleased vagina. “… No,” he decided.
“Scoundrel,” hissed Akyuu. The hiss rounded off to a stifled, horny moan. On the business end of her arm, lady Akyuu’s hand remembered its all-important mission. It snaked around Gin’s full erection, and began to softly glide up and down its length. For the span of uncounted minutes, Akyuu of the Hieda clan dutifully jerked her employee off, while his fingertips searched her vagina end to end for spots which caused her sultry, moaning voice to come out a few notes higher. “… And your, nff, your damn cock,” she panted at length, patience straining; “it’s so damn big, Gin. It even curves. Gods of heaven, if you pushed this in at a good angle… Where do you get off on having such an obscene cock?”
Gin and his cock spoke as one. “Inside you?”
For the skin of a heartbeat, lady Akyuu was startled. Then, her employee’s manhood flexing in her grip reasserted the inevitable. “Nnha. Ha. You are. You are, too. Aren’t you?” A sleazy smile busied her pink lips. “Mmh. You are going to put this brutish thing inside me, yes? You are going to use my naughty pussy to get your rocks off?”
All around Gin’s wriggling fingers, Akyuu’s walls squeezed down with perverse longing. Warm, gooey arousal dribbled between his knuckles. “That—” He choked up at the echo of the young mistress’s voice saying pussy in his head. “… That was the plan, yeah.”
“Then do that,” urged the young mistress. “Take me. Stuff me full. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
A thought occurred to Gin that the echoing pussy must have knocked something loose in his skull, because he was suddenly watching himself yank his fingers out of his mistress and make a grab for her butt, quite precluding any conscious clearance. Lady Akyuu, as well, let go of the allegedly grand prize jutting out of his crotch. On her small, delicate knees, exhorted by his hand, the young mistress scuffed forward – until her dripping womanhood was hovering above Gin’s upright, throbbing erection. Gin steadied it by the thick base, while Akyuu reached down to spread her engorged labia.
And then, still goaded by the hand vised around her ass, she lowered her hips.
Gin’s breath hitched when her warm, supple lips slid around and smothered his glans. Above, lady Akyuu switched her fingers to the stiff, prominent nub of her clitoris. There, she began to brush them in tiny, frantic circles, while her fidgeting vagina sank farther down Gin’s penis. It wasn’t two inches deep when Akyuu released a cute squeal, and her body stiffened from neck to toes.
“… Lady Akyuu?” asked Gin.
Lady Akyuu controlled her rebelling body with some effort. “… Nothing. It’s nothing. Haah. A… A suspicion confirmed, that is all.”
“You shouldn’t force yourself,” said Gin’s mouth. A floor down, the head of his dick twitched disagreeably in Akyuu’s snug, wet embrace.
Akyuu brushed him off with a derisive smile. “Say that again when you are up to here,” she challenged, touching an unoccupied hand to her bellybutton.
Then, waiting no return witticism, she resumed screwing her pussy down Gin’s waiting penis. Inch by throbbing inch, her womanhood enveloped the thick, curved shaft, her honeyed walls tensing, then gleefully parting before the chubby glans. Akyuu kept flicking and tapping her swollen clitoris, gasping and moaning sweetly under her breath as the lowly messenger’s hard cock wormed closer and closer to her noble womb. Gin gritted his teeth, in great earnest attempting not to focus on the way her slick, sugary walls hugged around and scrubbed the bare, vulnerable head of his penis.
And then, it happened. Akyuu’s pink, puffy labia came to a weary rest against Gin’s crotch – hilting his sizeable manhood inside her vagina.
Gin threw his head back, a hoarse growl of satisfaction loosed into the office’s night air. That alone was too long to miss out on the indecent spectacle playing out in his lap. Lady Akyuu sat very still, little, white teeth nipping on her bottom lip – as if she were afraid to move while the large, immoderate dick was sheathed so riskily close to her womb. And she was, in happenstance, very right. Stripped first by her soft, elegant hands, then scraped to rawness by the sensual insertion, Gin’s endurance threatened to empty any time soon – and empty his load into Akyuu’s baby room together with. Conscience, somehow, spoke over the pressure of Akyuu’s pussy being applied all over his elated dick. There, stuck pregnable atop it, was the girl whom Gin, a simple messenger, had looked on from afar as she had grown from adorable childhood into modest femininity. And now, that haughty girl, the noble daughter of the Hieda, was about to get her belly pumped full of his peasant spunk. Immoral merely began to describe the crime which Gin was now perpetrating with lady Akyuu’s full, licentious consent.
That quiet connivance was made even firmer when the young noblewoman nudged her hips a little forward, taking his commoner dick that bit deeper into her refined pussy, while her scanty weight shifted pleasantly in his lap. There was an undertone of mock rhetoric in her voice when she spoke up.
Gin strove not to sound too much like a caveman. “… Never been more. You?”
“A bit full,” admitted lady Akyuu. “Ah, no, no – do not you start, Gin. I love this feeling; I wanted nothing less. I need a moment to adjust, is about all. You are bigger than any of my… um, toys. So hot, too. Hng…” A hint of mischief played with the corners of her lips. “Think you can say it again? That I should not force myself?”
Gin grinned a mite cavemanishly. “Force yourself more, please.”
“In a moment,” she promised. “Meanwhile, have you not something else to say to me?”
“… I really,” blurted out Gin, “really, really want to come inside you, lady Akyuu.”
The replying smile was as indecent as it was fast schooled by the young mistress. “Mm. Yes, well, I rather imagined,” she granted, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “I suppose, since you are already up to here, it would be a waste not to. I would be a poor sport, too, if I said I hadn’t a bit of a thing for, mm… shall we say, risk? And, on that note… Are you very backed up, Gin?”
“… Yeah,” he groaned. “You’ve been rushing me off my feet lately, young mistress. Haven’t really had the head to… er, let off.”
“Then, how about we make this your retribution?” proposed Akyuu. “For being browbeat by the lady, the courier takes his hard cock and unloads all his grievances and pent-up stress into her forbidden womb… Haah. Now there’s an idea I should jot down. Some of my readers would have a field day.”
Gin willed his vengeance to remain at room temperature – for now. “What if you—” he began to ask – and stopped. Then, he began to ask anew, because sanity had reared its ugly head and was whaling on his caveman mind with a club. “What if you… er, you know? Get with child? It is your… what do you call it, fruitful day? Isn’t it?”
“Ah, for shame, Gin,” said Akyuu, all arch disenchantment. “Much as you… well, much as you and I would love it, that simply isn’t an option. I am not the healthiest, and flowered very late; untimely childbirth could very well kill me. Not to mention killing you, once my father catches wind of it.”
Gin put on a hanged man’s grimace. “Coming inside is a no go, then?”
Akyuu shook her gorgeous head. “That, I did not say, Gin,” she chided. “See, here. Women like me, of rank, we have our… let us call them, emergency solutions? A morning afterthought, if you will.”
“Some deal of medicine?”
“Yes, you could say. In fact—” Akyuu’s expression sweetened with impishness, “—I so await telling Vivi to get me some tomorrow. The look on her face should be something to write about… At any rate,” she returned to their previous, more pregnant topic, “do feel free to finish inside me. Only, do not expect anything to come of it. You are going to have to find another girl to give you children. Sorry.”
“I am,” Gin sighed, “much disillusioned.”
“Yes, I am acutely aware how crushing it is for you menfolk when a woman tells you she shan’t be carrying your children,” said Akyuu, jaundiced observer of male foibles. “On the bright side, you get to try to make me. And, on that scandalous note… I am good to be tried, now.”