"No…"
Her voice was but a whimper, a word without any meaning under her barely concealed lust.
"I'm scheduled for sortie tomorrow, so…"
Zuikaku smiled, all the while pushing the small girl in front of her deeper into the futon.
"Zuiho, my Zuiho, always so serious."
Zuiho was about to say something, but Zuikaku's lips silenced her. The girl quivered, shaking as she grasped the fabric of Zuikaku's clothes in her tiny hands.
Zuikaku then moved down, licking the soft skin of Zuiho's neck all the way to the base of her almost non-existent cleavage, each movement accompanied by a soft moan coming out of the helpless girl's mouth. Zuiho tried to breathe, but every time Zuikaku's mouth sucked her skin her lungs contracted, sending out a loud gasp that echoed in the dark room.
Then Zuikaku stopped.
"But if you insist, I could just leave..." Zuikaku said with a naughty smirk.
Of course, Zuikaku had no intention of leaving.
Just as predicted, as soon as Zuikaku made the slightest hint that she was about to leave, she felt Zuiho's arms encircling her neck, keeping her in place.
"Hm? Is something the matter?" Zuikaku asked. It was rhetorical, of course.
Zuiho looked to the side, unable to look Zuikaku in the eyes.
"Just...just be quick with it."
Zuikaku grinned. Her meal was ready.
"O-kay." Zuikaku chuckled, and like a lioness finishing her prey, she opened her jaw and grasped Zuiho's jugular into her mouth. It was sudden. Zuikaku could feel the body of the surprised Zuiho jolting under her. She grasped her by the wrists and pinned them on top of her head, slightly exposing her armpits from her short-sleeved kimono.
"D...don't leave a mark..!" Zuiho pleaded, but Zuikaku ignored her. She kept on sucking on Zuiho's neck, rupturing the small blood vessels just under the skin. Everyone who looked at Zuiho tomorrow would be made aware of what's happening tonight, and the thought made Zuikaku's heart beat faster.
Zuikaku then moved down again, further this time. She kept her tongue in contact with Zuiho's skin until it finally found the centre of her right breast, enclosing her soft lips around the hard nip. She then began playing with it inside her mouth, sucking and twirling her tongue around the barely visible areolae. Zuiho struggled and moaned, her body reflexively trying to get away from Zuikaku's skilful tongue that was doing as it liked over her sensitive spot. Zuikaku reacted by tightening her grip around Zuiho's wrists, holding Zuiho firmly under her control.
Finally, Zuikaku decided that she was done with the appetizer, and was ready for the main course.
Zuikaku raised her face, staring Zuiho right in the eyes. The light carrier's expression had changed. She was smiling, blushing, and full of desire. Zuikaku could immediately tell that she no longer cared about her sortie.
Suddenly, Zuikaku felt warm, naked thighs touching both sides of her waist. She looked back and realized that Zuiho had, in her own free will, encircled her bare legs around Zuikaku, locking her feet together behind her back. Zuikaku gave a small laugh.
The signal was given.
The real fun was about to begin.
