"Italics"= Native language
"Bold+Italics"= Native language said telepathically
Of Impulse and Fey: Spin Off Edition
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Chapter 2:
What Can't Be Said
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I love language. Always have. And listening to Natsuki speak in her native tongue always sent shivers done my spine. "The baby…Mmm she jus-oh!" Once Natsuki found out one of my many weaknesses, the fiend exploited it relentlessly. Her words full and dark purring in my ears made my knees weak and buckle beneath me. The only reason I managed to keep standing was because I was pinned hard between the hallway wall and a very warm body. She jerked my leg up to push my skirt immodestly high and whispered words down my neck and collar bone her hands creeping close to my aching core. Massaging my hiked up thigh, she knelt down to come eye level with my pleasure center, dripping with every sensuous word that escapes her supple mouth. "N-nats…I don't-can't...Oh kami-sama not here!" My voice squeaked when her hot breath melded against me and my hands flew down to tangle in her hair. I hitched my leg over her shoulder and couldn't help but roll my hips in time with her flicking tongue. I felt my panties peel just enough to be out of the way for two blissfully long digits to slide deep within me with practiced ease. My head snapped back to hit the wall with a pleased guttural growl while subconsciously squeezing my leg to bring my wife closer to me. With a tempo that gradually moved faster and harder, I felt my insides pulse, spasming walls signaling the climax that was fast approaching. "Ah ah hah wai-wait I," I opened my eyes to find a pair lustful emerald orbs watching her peep show with eagerness. Oh kami-sama it was too much. "Come for me darling."
I don't know what the heck she said, but my body erupted with heat and a silent scream on my lips. My ears rang and I swayed on unstable legs nearly falling had my insatiable beast not pushed me against the wall again to crush her delectable kiss. I whimpered pathetically at the taste of myself on her wet muscle, but it seems like she had more in mind. "Shizuru, love, open yourself to me. Give me everything," silk caressed the inside of my mind in a smooth, rich dialect I couldn't even begin to understand. I began to shiver from this onslaught of sensations but couldn't fight the need to quickly unbutton my white blouse to reveal my Andrés Sardá Ginger balcony bra in white. Natsuki swiftly unhooked my bra and next I felt the cool air making my already perked up nipples unbearably hard. My breasts were still lactating and the greedy mouth that clamped on triggered my body's response in producing milk. "H-hang on, Natsuki," I desperately pleaded trying to push her off before my nipples started to drip their substance, "This is embarrass-ing!" I effectively pushed her off, but it was too late, my right nipple started dripping with milk. Her eyes clouded with a dangerous mixture of anger, frustration, and sinister desire. "I want everything." Natsuki stripped of her clothes and once we were completely naked used my flexibility to her advantage in rutting our cores together. She continued to speak in her native tongue, but I could tell that I upset her severely. Our lovemaking quickly turned from sensuous and sweet to a cruel punishment for denying her my body. Her words went from light and playful to threatening and her kisses bruising. It's funny how we easily pick up emotions despite a language barrier.
I wasn't afraid though, because I knew that this dangerous session of intimacy came from something much more fragile than fear; hurt. Hurt that even after all this time and what we've gone through together, I still had apprehensions of giving her all of me. Self-conscious of what my body looked like and had to offer. (We had an argument the day before because I was too self-conscious to change in front of her because of my newfound stretch marks.) "Ahn!," She sucked heartily at the same breast I denied her before and this time I held her close fighting back the urge to deny her twice. I lipped at the smooth expanse of neck hoping to lick her wounds and hearing the sigh of contentment helped me know I was on the right track. "Shi-zuru," she gasped when I bit particularly hard and picked up the pace of our hips. "Let's…oh Natsuki…ah let's come together," I panted before going back to bite at her neck. Roll one, two, three…"Shizuru," Natsuki breathed when I felt her muscles strain as she came, the familiar cool substance sliding inside me. Her wounded ego now soothed we collapsed on the floor in a sweaty heap in the middle of the hallway a few paces away from Kiyo's door. I suddenly felt glad that Reito went out grocery shopping and Kiyo was a heavy sleeper. Giggling like an idiot, Natsuki eyed me strangely as I gather her close to my swollen breasts. It took me all this time to realize that no matter what I looked like, how strange my body was to me, I am beautiful in her eyes. "I love you," I whispered quietly, deep in her ear. She looked at me with the sweetest smile before kissing me gently. We finally managed to convey the messages we needed to hear.
Hello~
Hope you liked this drabble following the Viola house. 1. Happy Mother's Day 2. Can you tell I need adult supervision in keeping my tenses in order? .-.
See you next week~
