Ayumi was anything but eager to go soul diving into Ayame's memories after the last encounter. She knew that Ayame probably had a long expanse of memories from her death, her other memories were phased out by the endless suffering. Well, not endless, Ayumi got her out of there, though it hadn't been intentional. After a week of allowing herself to regroup, she knew she had to keep moving forward. She even had an idea for what she was aiming for in particular, so hopefully it wouldn't be a long search. "Are you sure you don't mind this? I mean... I'm basically just meditating, and it can go on for hours sometimes," Ayumi asked Yoshiki, still a little unsure if she should just go ahead and do it. She was in his apartment, Yukiko in her arms like a baby. It was admittedly nice being in a place where she knew her parents wouldn't be, since her mom and dad were making the effort to come home earlier, so their schedules weren't as easy to predict.
Yoshiki nodded as he settled close beside her, holding her comfortably by her waist. "I'm sure. It's the least I could do, really," he answered without hesitation. He was concerned, since doing this might mean she would have to suffer through Ayame's death again... It made his stomach turn thinking about it. Her feeling unimaginable pain, and he couldn't save her from it. The worst part was that he'd have to sit through any sounds of anguish she made. He had to resist the temptation to wake her from the nightmare. He was here to help, not hinder. The death had to be gone through to get to the root of Ayame's memories.
Ayumi leaned into his touch, putting Yukiko aside as she prepared herself. She would rather just cuddle up with Yoshiki and such, but she really needed to get back to finding Ayame's memories. The longer she put this stuff off, the riskier it would be to ever get her body back. She found herself smiling lightly at his answer, his devotion was always heartwarming. "Alright... I may as well get this over with," she sighed, unable to hide the dread in her own tone. She shut her eyes and began to detach from the physical world. She had been through the process so many times, even with an audience she found herself able to slip away pretty quickly. She just had no idea how she was going to get to the death memories without Ayame accessing them for her... well, she'd have to figure it out.
Yoshiki nodded, kissing her lightly on the head. "Good luck," he said to her quietly, settling against the couch while still holding her close. He wished he could just sit and savor the warmth, and go to sleep himself, but he had to be awake for Ayumi. Both for comfort and to be wary of Ayame. A charm sat on the desk nearest to where they sat, and Yukiko had proven to be a good alarm system for Ayame. He wouldn't be caught off guard... he hoped... He wasn't really worried of being hurt, but rather her hurting Ayumi and pulling one of her seduction tricks again. But, now, he could prevent those things from happening... most likely.
While Ayumi was wandering around her scattered memories, Ayame was determined to finally get what she wanted. With Ayumi distracted, unable to sense what was going on physically, Ayame had the perfect opportunity to get what she wanted. There were a few variables that could backfire on her, but she wasn't going to let that dissuade her. At this point, he was probably pretty easy to coax into submission, as long as she hit all the right spots. She would have to be quick, because there was a good chance that damn cat would give her away the second she took control. It took about twenty minutes for her to finally figure out where she could take control, Ayumi's messing around in her soul was messing with her quickness. Still, she it was best she gave him some time to just sit. She prepared herself, before taking the empty vessel over. She heard a hiss the moment she opened her eyes, seeing a charm nearby, though not close enough to hurt her. And Yoshiki's arm was around her waist, she moved to climb on top of him, hoping to get control of the situation before he could grab that damn charm.
Yoshiki jolted slightly as he heard Yukiko growl and hiss, ducking into his room from fear of the malevolent spirit. Ayame seemed quick in pinning him, but he could still reach the charm. While her position made his mind and body stall, he was still determined to stop her plans. He reached out for it, snatching it from the table and bringing it closer to them. He hoped it kept her at bay, though for some reason, it felt like her determination was powerful this time.
Ayame hissed as the charm was brought closer, a burning sensation rippled through her body. She growled, moving her knee and hitting him sharply in his side, in the same spot she had stabbed him last time they were together. It was a bit of a low-move to pull, but she could have hit him somewhere way worse. She just needed him to flinch, which the blow was sharp enough that he did. She grabbed the charm, which felt like it was burning her hand and eating her skin. She cursed lightly as she threw the charm across the apartment, she didn't even see where the damn thing landed. She glanced at her hand, the pain gone and the hand was fine. The burning was purely felt by the soul, it seemed. "Ahaha... ha... well, got that out of the way." She smirked lightly. She didn't waste time with her hands, as they moved down his torso to his crotch. "Don't worry, Yoshiki, I don't blame you for what's been happening," she assured him with a light purr as her hand began to move, teasing him.
Yoshiki gasped, all breath leaving him at the painful hit. He didn't even register what was happening as she grabbed the charm from him and threw it in some unknown place in the apartment. He regained his senses just in time to feel her touch, his mind blanking at the initial sensation. No, this still isn't okay! This is Ayame, not Ayumi! he snapped at himself, trying to move his hands to stop her. It's like cheating on her... and I'd never allow something like that! His hand finally shifted to grab her's, moving it away from the sensitive, straining area. Though, she had already felt him, and due to their latter encounters, he was finding it more difficult to muster the strength necessary to hold her back. Ugh... damn these perverted needs, and his neglect of them the past months. He glared up at her, trying not to let his feelings show on his face. "What?" he asked, anger held in his tone. Blame him for what's been happening? Did she mean Ayumi and his relationship? What was running through her deranged mind?
Ayame felt annoyingly surprised as he snatched her hand away from him, even though he had to be enjoying the touch. It wasn't like the little prude had done anything to him, which was fine by Ayame. She knew Yoshiki must be ready to crack from all the tension he wasn't able to release. She looked down on him with a gentle smile at his question. "Those awful things you said, and going along with that so called 'relationship', I know it isn't your fault," she told him, sympathetic in tone. It was all Ayumi manipulating... forcing it, no way would he choose Ayumi over her. "So, let's let the past be the past," she insisted, moving the lower half of her body to grind against his.
Yoshiki eyed her strangely, finding her claims ridiculous. It wasn't his fault? Had she deluded herself that these weren't his actual feelings? She was desperate, that much was for sure. "I won't, because it's not the past!" he responded sharply, but his look of anger broke after she moved against him, flinching and letting a gasp slip. Shakily, his hand moved to grab her thigh in an attempt to stop the movement, but an eagerness in his body and the twisting excitement in his stomach hindered his muscle control. Still... he had to stop this. This was definitely not how he wanted it to end up. "Stop!" he demanded through a heavy breath, "I don't like you! And I never will!"
Ayumi giggled lightly, amused and entranced by the affect she had on his body."Mmm, you say that..." she said lightly, her movement not hindered by the hand on her thigh. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against his. "But your body is certainly saying something different! No need to be shy, Yoshiki~" she purred, leaning forward as her tongue traced his jawline, along with nips and light sucking. He was brainwashed by that girl, but she'd help him realize his true feelings through the action that was most intimate between a man and woman.
Yoshiki found that it kept getting harder to think as it went on, but he still had the power to verbally refuse any of her claims. "That's because... it isn't your body... it's Ayumi's," he answered breathlessly, but his mind began going out of service as she leaned into him. He flinched at the contact, squeezing his eyes shut and attempting to move her off by the shoulder, but still was unable to. "Aa-aagh..," he groaned quietly, losing the ability to keep such sounds at bay. He was beginning to run out of options as his body betrayed him. Yukiko was too scared of Ayame to be of any help, and the charm was very much out of his reach. The situation was starting to look hopeless.
"Mm, actually, it's my body," Ayame correctly sharply. "I'm the one in control, so it's mine, and you're loving it," she noted with a smirk. Ayumi was completely out of commission as she dug around Ayame's memories, which was annoying to let her do so freely. But if Ayame finally got Yoshiki to concede to his feelings towards her, it was hardly a problem. Her free hand moved between the two to address Yoshiki's pants, the fabric between them was just a hindrance.
Yoshiki tried to calm himself down enough to speak and keep up his defense. He grabbed her hand again, denying it its freedom to do as it pleased. "Your logic... is wrong," he gasped out. He knew this for sure. After all, his body was reacting to its counterpart. His soul, his heart, however, wasn't reacting to her at all. Well, not in any way she wanted. The only thing his heart felt for Ayame was hatred. "My body... may be... because it knows this as Ayumi's body...," he clarified as he got more control over his breath, at least keeping a firm hold on her wrist, "But I... only hate you. There's nothing more for you from me."
Ayame looked at Yoshiki in confusion as her hand was stopped before it could finish her whim. Her expression shifted into something sinister at his words, rage replacing anything else. "You don't mean that!" she snapped, manic at his cruel words. "It's because of her! She's messed with your head! You don't mean that!" she snapped, eyes wide and crazy, her hands curled into fists. Any rationality disappeared, her desire for Ayumi to just disappear ever increasing at Yoshiki's confusion. She messed everything up, she didn't deserve his loyalty!
Yoshiki was somewhat relieved to hear her angered tone. It gave his mind time to recover, and a break from the provocative actions. "I mean it! No one's messed with me, it's just how I've felt, feel, and will always feel!" he proclaimed without hesitation, his loyalty unshaken. If he could get her riled up enough, he could have time to regain his strength and push her off, possibly pin her to the ground. This time, she didn't have a weapon, so he wasn't too afraid of making her rage.
"NO!" Ayame yelled at him, pushing herself off his chest. She looked down at him, frantic tears in her eyes. "You don't realize what you're saying! She's done this!" she yelled in panic. She had brainwashed him so much, he was rambling, lying, didn't understand. "I'll kill her!" she said, an unsettling grin settling on her face. A light cackle escaped her lips. She knew what she had to do, how to clarify everything for the poor, manipulated boy. "Yes... I'll blow out her soul as easily as a small flame... then you won't be chained to her anymore. We can be together," she told him, leaning in to kiss him.
Yoshiki paled slightly at her words, but he couldn't let her scare him into submission. Besides, it wasn't like that hadn't been her intent this whole time. Even if she said she would, they would stop her. Ayumi had made a lot of progress with her powers, and he had a feeling they were getting closer to the key memories. He wanted to tell her just how insane her plan was, thinking he'd love her after Ayumi was gone, like he'd switch so easily. If he couldn't have all of her, he wouldn't just settle for her body. That wasn't who he was, no matter how much Ayame thought that it would work out that way. As she leaned in, with recovered strength, he shoved her off into the floor, quickly following her down to pin both of her wrists. "None of that will happen. I'll make sure of it," he said in a low tone, his eyes narrowing at her with disgust.
Ayame flinched as she was suddenly thrown to the floor. She tried to recover, but she wasn't quick enough to stop him from pinning her down. She glared up at him, frustrated by his forced loyalty to Ayumi. She didn't know how to sever it, though. She had gotten so deep into his head... "I'm pretty sure... there's nothing you can do about it," Ayame replied, a dark expression on her face. "One day, soon, I'll have wiped her soul out. She'll go to sleep, and never wake back up," she snarled at him. "And there's nothing you can do! This pathetic attempt to go through my memories won't work. There's nothing you can do to get rid of me! I'm going to win, and you better be ready to accept that!" she yelled, struggling against his grip. She felt such unbridled rage that he cared about Ayumi, the way he should about her. Ayumi didn't deserve it, any of it. She deserved to die, and Ayame would carry that out no matter what.
Yoshiki's expression didn't change at her claims, feeling that all they had done in Heavenly Host wasn't for it to end this way. He strongly believed it wouldn't end with Ayame winning. It couldn't end like that. There was no way. "You're arrogant, and underestimate Ayumi," he said, unwavering in his belief of a brighter outcome, and Ayame's defeat, "I bet you can tell... that Ayumi's getting better. She'll continue to dramatically improve, much faster than you can be prepared for. You won't win. We didn't survive in Heavenly Host to be defeated in the real world."
Ayame laughed at his confidence, the sincerity of it. She couldn't stop a grin from spreading across her face. "She didn't survive Heavenly Host, though! She's still there, she never left. Why else would she had made contact with that plane after escaping? And now, going through my memories?" Ayame broke into a cackle once again, her eyes narrowed as she looked up at him. "She's still in Heavenly Host, and she isn't strong enough to make it through my death over and over again. No one's strong enough to handle that afterlife. How long had I been stuck in that loop? Being redressed in my skin just for those bastards to take it off?! She won't be able to handle that! She's better because she's been in easy memories and taking nice, long breaks. She won't be able to make it through the memories of my afterlife with her mind intact. And then I'll win," Ayame explained, her grin never shifting, her eyes wide with insanity. She had no doubt in her eventual success, because Ayumi wouldn't be able to keep her mind sane.
Yoshiki felt sickness hit him at the final mention of exactly how she died. Skinned... by the ghosts of Heavenly Host... That's what Ayumi was reliving. His stomach twisted at the new information, but he still was certain of Ayumi's determination to win and live. "You're still too quick to go assuming you'll win," he replied without pause. He wouldn't doubt Ayumi. She had made it through Yuki's death still with a clear mind, she wouldn't give her mind in to the pain. Though, thinking about all of this, it pained him that he really couldn't do much to help her through it. It was completely up to her, and while he believed in her, it would be extremely hard. You can do it, Ayumi... I know you can...
Ayame chuckled lightly, shaking her head lightly at him. "You overestimate her. She has a mind made of glass. She would've definitely died in Heavenly Host if she hadn't leaned on you the entire time. I wonder if she can make it through my experiences, though?" she questioned with an awful, bitter laugh. She hadn't been so lucky to have someone like Yoshiki... she flinched, trying to keep any thoughts of her companions away. She didn't want to remember them, she refused to. She frowned, glaring at him. She had had a completely different intention for coming out. She didn't want to discuss Ayumi's eventual failure, she wanted to feel him. The way he had her hands gripped down, and the distance between their bodies, she really couldn't do much to entice him anymore...
Yoshiki just shook his head. There was no talking to her, it seemed. She was dead set in thinking she could get away with this, and assumed she knew Ayumi much better than he did. She may be able to see into her memories, but she didn't know her like he did, she didn't know what the future would hold. She could only find out the past. He knew her personally, knew that she could pull through. Nothing Ayame said could change his view on that.
Ayame frowned, her eyes traveling down to his legs. He was keeping himself propped up on his knees over her... She could turn this around, if she aimed everything decently. She looked up at Yoshiki, wishing his mouth was close enough to kiss. She moved her leg, kicking hard on the inside of his knee to knock his leg out so he fell closer to her. She took the opportunity to grind her lower half against his, the friction sending sparks through her head. Though, she only got a moment to enjoy the feeling as she suddenly felt herself edge out, and replaced.
Ayumi panted as she regained control, disoriented from her new location on the ground. Her face reddened as she realized the heat in her lower abdomen. It didn't take long for her to get some idea what may have happened while she had been memory-searching, and the very thought of Ayame doing anything to Yoshiki made her sick to her stomach. "Yoshiki, are you okay?" she questioned, noticing he had her wrists gripped in his hands.
Yoshiki grunted slightly as the hit to his leg came too quickly for him to react. "Aa... aaagh...,"he groaned, flinching at the shift of her body against his. Thankfully, though, Ayumi seemed to have come to her senses. At her question, he released her wrists and sat back off of her, panting lightly. The last touch had caught him a bit off guard, and all of the pent up passion was riled again. He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his heart down, nodding to Ayumi. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, smiling slightly at her while inconspicuously hiding his lower part with his arms.
Ayumi sat up, relieved to hear he was okay. She had been unaware of what had just transpired. She dug through memories, trying to figure out how to get to certain spots. She had found the memory of her afterlife, but after a jolt of pain she had pulled out. Plus, there had been an instability in Ayame's mind that made flashes of things she couldn't comprehend get thrown her way. It had been too confusing to keep track of, and now she could guess why. Ayame's mind would react to her emotions, whatever they were. "What happened? You had a charm on hand, didn't you?" Ayumi asked with a small frown. There was no way Ayame could really overpower Yoshiki, considering Ayumi knew the strength of her own body, and it was anything but impressive.
Yoshiki rubbed the back of his head nervously at her question. He didn't really want to mention how she had gotten the charm away from him, and how his... mind had blanked. That was the more embarrassing part, but he guessed it was unhealthy to keep things from her at this point. "Ahh, well... she hit me to get the charm away. She was able to grab it and throw it, so I guess she's getting pretty desperate..," he mentioned first, knowing she had at least endured a little pain in handling the charm, "And after that... I was a little overwhelmed... Sorry." He felt it necessary to apologize, since his will power was waning as his desires escalated, and he had come close to being unable to stop Ayame.
Ayumi looked surprised as he mentioned Ayame grabbing it away, because that was a really desperate move. The charms hurt a lot when they were just near her, she couldn't imagine how awful it felt to grab one. She would question him what he meant by overwhelmed if she didn't have an idea of what he meant. It was hard to ignore the reaction her own body had. "It's okay..." she answered, shifting awkwardly. "I should really be apologizing to you. You must be... frustrated..." she said, feeling her face darken to a deep red as she allowed the subject to arise. Her eyes flickered down from his face for a split second, her hands fiddled nervously with the hem of her skirt.
Yoshiki's blush, that had been there since the whole thing started, deepened at the mention of his, ahm... 'frustration.' It was horribly embarrassing to talk about, but he guessed they could only ignore it for so long before having to address it. "I-it's no fault of yours, though..," he told her, dismissing her apology. It was Ayame's fault, and a little bit of his, for getting aroused in the first place. There was no blame placed with Ayumi, that much was certain. Though... he had to wonder... if Ayumi could feel what happened, or the leftovers, was she 'frustrated' too? His face brightened at the idea, cursing at himself for the perverted thought.
Ayumi didn't look wholly convinced, since it had been her body... along with the spirit she let into it. And it was weird, and maybe a little childish, but the idea of Ayame touching Yoshiki made Ayumi even more tempted to go forward with what she was seriously considering. Maybe as a way to 'erase' her touch. Also, it was really hard to ignore her own tension. "Mm... even so..." Ayumi mumbled lightly, scooting closer to him. "It doesn't feel right to leave it like this..."- Her body felt like it was overheating as her hand traveled up his thigh to his prominent bulge. She rubbed him experimentally, teasing him through the fabrics.
Yoshiki watched her curiously as she scooted closer, a certain anxiousness building up inside him as he could only guess what she was insinuating. Even though he had been assuming that's what she meant, the touch caught him completely off guard. It sent a shudder through his whole body each time her hand moved against erect member, even though there was still fabric between their skins. "A-aaa," he muttered as pleasure shot through him, his limbs trembling.
Ayumi felt a throb between her legs at his moan, the desire to hear more hit her fast. Though, she was still inexperienced and her touch had moments of hesitations to them. She'd never actually saw a man naked before, and while the thought excited her, there was a lot of anxiety. She may be jumping ahead of herself, after all, she wasn't exactly sure where she was leading them. She still wasn't on birth control, a topic she had been too nervous to broach with her mother. Still, all those details were flashes in her mind that were pushed back by the excitement of the affect her touch had on him. Her hand unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, allowing his erection some freedom from the constraining fabric. She couldn't tear her eyes away, but she forced herself as she met Yoshiki's eyes. She looked at him questioningly, unsure if she should continue, or if she was moving too fast.
Yoshiki was a little embarrassed and anxious about being revealed to Ayumi, but his want for this was too strong for that to be a prominent thought in his mind. His eyes, that had been shut prior because of the feelings shooting up his spine, opened to meet with Ayumi's, but he was unable to speak through his light panting. Not that he had anything to say. He desired for this, so badly that it hurt to wait. But seeing as the choice lied mostly with her, or so he thought it should, he'd let her do whatever she decided to do. What transpired was entirely up to her, even though he wanted nothing more than to continue. If she backed out, he wouldn't argue, or sulk.
Ayumi swallowed thickly as she took in the desire in his eyes, her body begging for them to connect. Her voice hitched as she began to speak, the action feeling oddly foreign and difficult. "Ah... do you... have condoms? I was planning on getting on birth control... so you wouldn't have to... but I haven't gotten on it yet," she explained, her voice quickening and getting caught multiple times. She felt so nervous, anxious, and embarrassed by all of this. But, she wanted to go through with it, she knew that. She loved him, she could feel the desire throbbing in her own body, and admittedly, she was a little afraid that her time may be limited.
Yoshiki felt a twinge of disappointment at the question, shaking his head, as he still couldn't speak very well. Even after this build up... it seemed they'd have to wait a little longer to ease their tension. He didn't really like the idea of getting the items, at least not today... or as long as the embarrassment even trumped his desires, and that was saying something. He felt a bit bad, but he really was against buying the protection. It was much too mortifying, and the idea of running into Satoshi made it that much worse in his head.
Ayumi frowned, disappointed as he shook his head. She was a little surprised, she thought that condoms were something guys just kept on them at all times... And he was in no position to go to the store with his... uh, straining problem. She didn't exactly feel willing to jump on the chance to go condom shopping, because with her luck, she'd run into someone. Hell, that would just raise awkward questions as well. What size? Brand? Type? Ugh, it was even worse than buying tampons or pads, because getting condoms may as well be getting a sign that lights up 'I'm having sex!' "Uh, well..." she mumbled, cursing herself for even pushing this forward as she had. "I guess... this'll have to wait..." she realized, which sucked in a lot of ways. The idea of getting knocked up was enough to put her out of the mood, though.
Yoshiki nodded, scooting back slightly so his body got the message too. Of course it was disheartening, but honestly, they should probably wait anyways. It wasn't illegal for this to happen, but it wasn't the ideal time for it. With a solid, deep breath, he recovered enough to speak again. "Alright, I understand," he finally spoke, keeping the disappointment or any sourness from his tone.
Ayumi bit the inside of her cheek as he put some distance between the two of them. She felt bad for actually touching him and not following up, which probably just made the tension worse for him. She really didn't want to be a tease... and she really did want to do something for him. "T-there's still... something else I can do..." she whispered lightly, closing the distance Yoshiki made. She felt a little perverted for mentioning it, but she also had the desire to get to know his body.
Yoshiki felt the slight embarrassment return at her suggestion and edging closer. He would've gladly agreed, but she probably initiated this whole thing because she felt the same build up. It was a little selfish of him to ask her to do such things when she would get no real relief herself. His blush was still strong, as he felt weird throwing his own idea into the ring. "I can too... for you..," he muttered, feeling strange at the offer, but he didn't regret saying it.
Ayumi was pretty sure she couldn't get any redder, her legs felt weak from the excitement shooting through her veins at the suggestion. She smiled nervously at him, nodding lightly. She leaned into him so she could press her lips against his briefly. Her stomach was fluttering with a weird mix of excitement and anxiety, though she definitely didn't want to back down. "Ah, can you sit on the couch, then? It'll be easier," she requested, since being on the floor wasn't the best spot to be proceeding with this.
Yoshiki's heart jolted at the kiss, but it was much shorter than he'd like, and lacked tongue. Still, he loved the feel of her lips, so he couldn't complain. He nodded slightly, the embarrassment slowly being overshadowed by his desire to explore her, and feel her. He shifted slightly, hoisting himself up onto the couch easily. He was still a little bit nervous, and he knew she probably was too. But, the good thing about this being both their first times meant neither of them could tell the difference between great and amateur.
Ayumi watched him move himself up onto the couch. She felt a little bit of uncertainty in herself, since she honestly had very little idea what she was doing. She had a basic idea, through garnering of knowledge and the internet, but she took it all with a grain of salt. She'd learn what he liked by his reaction, hopefully. She was excited, as she moved between his knees, his straining boxers were now closer to her eye level. She swallowed thickly, her limbs feeling like they were tingling as she nervously pulled the fabric down to expose his hard flesh. She didn't want to stare too long, but she felt a little flattered that she could have this effect on him. She moved her hand, wrapping it around the base of his shaft slowly. She knew the skin was sensitive, so she was a little hesitant on how roughly she could handle it. She propped herself straighter up so she could be at a better angle. Her tongue swiped the tip experimentally, her eyes glancing up occasionally to see his reactions. She felt a heat twisting where it mattered inside of her as she leaned forward to take him into her mouth. Her head began to bob as her mouth traveled up and down his hardness.
Yoshiki was already sent back into uneven breaths at the touch to his sensitive skin. His thoughts blanked as she continued, and his breaths became heavy pants. He throbbed with pleasure, the feeling of her slick mouth and tongue working at his hard cock was mind numbing. Still, he couldn't completely lose himself, even if it felt overwhelmingly good. He couldn't leave Ayumi unsatisfied. It was a cruel thing to even consider. His hand slid across her back until it reached the waistband of her skirt, grabbing and pulling at its zipper. It gave easily, and slipped to the floor. To reach the wetness, he had to lean slightly, but finally was able to stroke around the fabric, giving the same tests as Ayumi had.
Ayumi felt her breath hitch as his hand traveled down her back, a raw excitement hitting her as he unzipped her skirt. Her breath hitched at the initial contact, her mind becoming fuzzy as electricity shot through her. She didn't want to lose focus on what she was doing, though her mind was already working hard to take in all her senses. Her mouth popped off the silken skin of his length as she panted, between the feeling of his fingers and just not getting enough air from her nose, she was desperate for some air. Her hot breath hit his skin as she gathered herself to continue licking and sucking at him. She moaned lightly around his cock as his fingers continued to stroke her.
Yoshiki could hardly stand it as her hot breath surrounded his firm member, more heavy breaths and moans escaping him as she continued sucking. He composed his senses to attempt to focus on his own task, pushing the damp fabric of her underwear to the side. He was anxious to feel her, but he couldn't be too hasty. The feeling would still be foreign. Even though it wouldn't be as taxing on her as actual sex, he still took her comfort into consideration. He got a feeling for her pussy before spreading the soft skin, just the simple fact that he was the first to touch her there turned him on. He carefully inserted two fingers shortly after, moving them slowly inside of her. It wasn't his sensitive length that was moving against her slick walls, but it still gave him an unexplainable feeling in his lower abdomen.
Ayumi found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on giving him a blow job as she felt his hands explore her. The skin on skin contact with her outer flesh was enough to make her moan, and when his fingers slipped into her, she had the primal urge to begin rocking her hips against the movement. It was a bit weird feeling, her insides tighter than they'd be if she had been lying on her back with her legs spread. The foreign feeling was definitely welcomed, though. It sent shivers up and down her spine, her noises of pleasure increasing in volume. She pulled herself off his dick to catch a few deep breaths before she gave his length a full body lick from base to tip. She then moved forward and took him into her mouth again, moving as she continued to suck him off.
Yoshiki almost couldn't handle all of the sensations he was feeling, his moaning growing quickly in volume. One thing was for sure, though... He could feel he was almost at his limit from the pleasure of her job. Still, he had to hold back, until she felt the same peaking. He added a third finger, and was growing quicker in intervals. As he continued, her juices ran out around his fingers, making the thrusting motions easier and quicker. Even though her wetness was a good thing, it was making it harder to keep himself from his own climax.
Ayumi's moan increased in volume, though they were muffled by his length in her mouth. With the added finger stretching her out even more, and the quickening pace, her body quickly felt like it was going into sensory overload. Her hips rocked lightly against his motion, each thrust shooting waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Her breathing was uneven and labored, her body quivering lightly as she felt herself nearing her peak. She kept her mouth working at his hardness, her speed increasing as she moved her mouth against his straining cock.
Yoshiki felt her body quiver, taking it as she was almost over the edge too. He was thankful for it, because he was straining to hold on. With a loud groan, and pause of all other thoughts and actions, he climaxed, releasing inside her mouth. He had to recover quickly, still working against the grinding of her hips to reach her climax.
Ayumi felt herself heat up at his loud groan, realizing he was hitting his climax. His cum released into her mouth, washing over her tongue as she swallowed it. The taste was different, but appealing because it was Yoshiki and she found herself enjoying it. Her mouth freed his length, her lips red and swollen as a result to her sucking. Her cries were ever increasing as he worked her insides, the motions sending her into her breaking point. It was a marvelous jolt, electricity ran with no direction through her entire body. Her insides constricted as she hit her peak, her mind going blank with pleasure. Her orgasm passed, leaving her panting and tired, her head resting against Yoshiki's inner thigh as she tried to recover.
Yoshiki's breath became more labored and a sensation tingled in his stomach at her orgasmic moans. He pulled his fingers out of her, resting his wet hand to the side as he could fully focus on his weariness from the climax. He leaned over her, panting and trembling from the overwhelming feelings that had transpired. He moved his other hand to brush through her hair lovingly, but still was unable to speak just yet.
Ayumi smiled softly as he leaned over her, his pants and trembles sent ripples of satisfaction through her. She was finding herself obsessed with hearing his noises, even more so with causing them. She let out a low, happy hum as she felt his fingers in her hair. She felt a bit overwhelmed with emotions, with her love for Yoshiki radiating above any other feelings. Her breathing was slowly settling down, but her limbs still felt shaky and unwilling to move. "I love you," she mumbled gently, even if it didn't need to be said, she wanted to say it out loud.
Yoshiki smiled gently down at her, feeling the truth of her statement in his heart. He hated that he almost passed this up because he doubted her affections. He felt closer than ever to her, and he had to give a light, breathless laugh at the fact that most of this... if not all of it... couldn't have happened without Ayame. It was a bit ironic. Most of their closer interactions were because of her initiating them, he confessed to enrage her, and now this... Their love had been set ablaze because of her attempts to get his love herself. It was a little pitiful, and... funny, as cruel as it was to think so. "I love you too," he replied quietly, his heart swelling with the emotion as his hand continuously stroked his fingers through her hair.
Ayumi couldn't stop smiling, she just felt so warm and content. She was glad in some ways that he hadn't had a condom on hand, since this felt much more at the level they were at. Plus, it may be a little silly and romanticized in her head, but she'd rather have a different build-up to their first time than Ayame teasing her. Although, it wasn't hard to guess that Ayame was anything but pleased about how the events unrolled, which would be amusing if Ayumi didn't know how batshit insane she was. She really didn't want to think about the spirit at the moment, just content to lie against him as she was. She wanted to be cuddling in a less awkward position, but her legs felt too weak to pull herself up and crawl into his lap. She shut her eyes as she focused on how wonderful his hand felt stroking her hair.
Yoshiki felt content against her, but the position was a little awkward. He moved slightly and grabbed her waist, pulling her up first to sit against him. With a tired sigh, he fell sideways on the couch, bringing her down with him in a tight, possessive embrace. At this moment, his mind held onto no worries. He was in bliss, the threat of Ayame, especially at their passion, slipped from him as he was lulled to sleep by her warmth and exhaustion.
Ayumi's eyes opened as she felt him grab her waist and pull her up. She smiled lightly, appreciative of the position change. She happily let them readjust on the couch against one another, lying down was much more comfortable. She barely registered the fact she had abandoned her skirt on the floor, such a detail forgotten in his warmth. She huddled up closely to him, feeling safe and protected in his arms. The exhaustion from their activities still lingered over her, making sleep come quickly.
Ayumi fell onto her bed, her wet hair fanning out on her pillow. Her stomach still felt warm at the thought of earlier that day. She was really glad they only went as far as they did, because going all the way may have been too quick. What they did end up doing made her feel such intense closeness to him as well, she really was happy they were proceeding as they were. She had come home later than she normally did, the two of them had passed out after their activities. Her mother had a lot of questions for her when she came home, though Ayumi was quick to lie and say she was at Naomi's. While both her parents knew she was dating Yoshiki, it was just a knee-jerk reaction to lie about her location. It had just been her mom home, and Ayumi knew better to ask where her dad was. She had gotten the chance to talk to her mom a bit, which eventually led to Ayumi's stuttered question about birth control. What resulted was the most awkward conversation she ever had, as her mom began to panic about her 'purity'. She had almost instantly regretted the question, but eventually her mom seemed to give into defeat, mumbling how she was too young to be a grandmother. Which was funny, because her mom had bugged Hinoe countless times about finding a husband and giving her grandkids. Her mom made an appointment with the gynecologist for next week, which was a wonder she managed to get an appointment so quickly. Though, her mom insisted on going with her, and Ayumi was going to have to miss the first few hours of class that day. Still, it seemed like the smartest thing to do. She said her goodnights to her mother and headed upstairs to take a shower and just collapse.
She certainly didn't feel tired, excitement buzzing through her as she kept thinking back to Yoshiki and his hands...
Ayumi hadn't expected to fall into the white-walled plane of her mind, and she also didn't expect to instantly be assaulted by Ayame. "G-Get off!"Ayumi snapped as Ayame's legs hooked against her's in a way that prevented kicking. Ayame also managed to grab both of Ayumi's wrists in one hand, so her free hand could press against Ayumi's throat.
"Fucking bitch! I'll kill you! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HIM!" Ayame screamed, eyes wild with insanity and blood lust. Ayumi could only respond in a choking noise, Ayame's hand pressed down hard on her throat. "You shouldn't have- he's mine! MINE. He belongs to me, the fact that you would touch him... i'll rip your goddamn throat out!" Her hand clenched around her throat, Ayumi's lungs were burning for air. "You really shouldn't make a move on another girl's man, it's sick. And the fact is he was only turned on because I did that to him!"
Ayumi's strength was ebbing away as she gasped for air, Ayame's eyes glaring down at her in pure hatred. Suddenly Ayame released Ayumi's throat and stood up in a flurry of motions. "You're so lucky I can't kill you! Ugh, disgusting! You didn't even do that good a job! Novice, stupid, messy, not good!" Ayame began to ramble, turning to Ayumi who was recapturing her breath. Then Ayame kicked her in the side, the same spot she had previously given Ayumi a bruise. "When will you just accept that he's mine! Stop manipulating him!"
Ayumi grunted as she held her side, the pain stabbing as she was becoming very sick of being injured. "Can you just get over yourself already!" Ayumi snapped, her patience nonexistent as pain throbbed through her. "Yoshiki is with me. Yoshiki loves me. I don't understand your obsession with him! Any memory you're considering your own isn't! They're mine! He protected me throughout Heavenly Host! He's in love with me, and has been much longer than he has even known you!"
Ayame stared down at Ayumi, her eyes shadowed by her bangs. A slow grin spread across her face at Ayumi's words. "Heh...kekeke... you poor delusional girl! You're saying nonsense! The same lies you use to manipulate Yoshiki, I'm sure!"
"For fuck's sake!" Ayumi snapped, temper flaring at Ayame's craziness. "I'm not dealing with this! I just want my life back! I'm trying to help you! Appease you! You could help make this all so much easier and then you can move on!"
Ayame was back on top of Ayumi in a flash, her knee digging into Ayumi's gut. "You think... I want to move on? NO! Stupid! So stupid! I don't want to go on to be nothing! I want my life! I want the life I deserve, but never got because a so-called friend sentenced me to my doom! You're one of them! That lead how many people to their death!? I DESERVE A CHANCE! You, though? You don't deserve anything. You should be the only one rotting in that school."
Ayumi flinched back, Ayame's words hitting her hard as she still constantly grappled with the guilt of introducing the Sachiko Ever After charm. She wouldn't believe Ayame, though. She wouldn't just lay back and lose her life. "SHUT UP! I'm sorry for what happened to you but-"
"Don't feel sorry for me. I don't want your pity, I just want your body,"Ayame threatened, knee digging deeper into Ayumi.
Ayumi cursed lightly, shutting her eyes. Ayame was more violent this time, and Ayumi really needed to do something quick. She imagined it, the pair of scissors on her desk. She felt the weight of the metal in her hands, and then swung her arm to dig the scissors into Ayame's arm. Ayame let out a cry of pain releasing her grip on Ayumi as she grabbed for the wound. Ayumi kicked Ayame off her, and then held the scissors near Ayame's face. She opened and closed the blades, allowing the awful noise to fill both their heads. Ayame went into a panic, screaming, twisting on the floor as she begged for it to stop. Ayumi paused, realizing her cruelty and tossed the scissors aside. She felt nauseous. Ayame paused, her expression grave as the scissors were gone. The two looked at each other for a long moment.
Then Ayumi reappeared in her room, gasping desperately for air. She flinched as she looked over at her arm, blood seeping out. "Dammit..." she sighed, her side sore, her arm stinging. She didn't stab Ayame hard, or herself hard, it definitely hurt, though. She found the scissors that were thrown against her wall, her blood coating the silver. She picked them up, wiping the blood off on her shirt, which was already ruined. She then quietly made her way to the bathroom. She pulled the t-shirt off carefully, and took a good look at the puncture wound. She sighed as she began to clean, disinfect, and wrap it. She looked at herself in the mirror, a growing bruise blossoming on her right side, her arms scarred from the long cut down them, her side marked by the knife wound as well. She suddenly felt overwhelming disgust with her own body, and poignant hate for the spirit that served as the catalyst for all of them. She felt tears beginning to spill, feeling more desperate than ever for Ayame to just leave her. She grabbed the new t-shirt she brought and tugged it on, before stumbling back into her room and collapsing on the bed, misery hanging over her head.