A/N: Hi… Sorry for being MIA for months. I had some personal issues and to be honest it is kind of scary to proceed with this fic because the manga has really progressed. Many things in this fic that I've written nearly a year ago no longer go along with the canon plotline of Gintama. I originally tried to tweak it but then I give up. But anyway, here goes the next extremely fanon version of the story. Hope you can still enjoy!
Warning: NSFW chapter.
What Pumps the Blood (Faster)
Chapter 21 – Completion
The emergency meeting was held immediately that night –or rather, early in the morning. Soyo entered the secret hall the Joui patriots had in their possession, not surprised to find that Kondo and Hijikata (who should have been at the eastern alps at that moment) and Katsura (who should have been at the northern village) were all present in the room.
Her Joui patriot escort closed the door behind her, and all three pairs of eyes were directed at her. There was a silent demand for the former princess to deliver some serious explanations to them.
Soyo took a long breath before she folded her legs and sat in front of them. None made a comment, so Soyo uttered the first word.
"Well –"
"What were you thinking, really, Hime-sama?" demanded Hijikata.
"It was a serious action and you did not consult us when you made such decision," icily spoke Katsura.
Kondo said nothing but he kept his arms crossed in front of his chest –refusing to look at the girl.
The fact that these three idiots (well, Soyo respected each of them, but it did not change the fact that these leaders were prone to idiocy most of the times –characteristic values that she regarded dearly, by the way) carried nothing but serious air around them made Soyo realize that this was really much more serious than what she had envisioned.
"I'm sorry," she said earnestly. "I really was not in a position to make any contact, and I know my decision was rash, and I know I should have thought of better ways, but…" she sighed. "That publicity stunt was the only thing I could think of in that situation."
Sympathy aside, Katsura spoke calmly, "Your appearance in public had caused turmoil within the Joui Patriots. I am not exaggerating when some of my men planned to have you killed before you made that announcement."
"And what kind of blatant declaration was that you have to the public? Despite you being on our side, you know that you have to maintain the most neutral position. We don't need any further declaration of war to alarm the already prepared Hitotsubashi soldier," decided Hijikata as he puffed more smoke to the air.
"We have enough fugitives to protect. Now you made yourself a clear enemy to the Hitotsubashi as well. We really have no resource to protect more people, Hime-sama," sighed Katsura. "Don't get me wrong. Of course we will still protect you, but we could barely protect even ourselves at the moment."
"I heard reports that the search at the eastern alps by the Hitotsubashi had been tripled. The Hitotsubashi was truly going on a rampage after your declaration."
"And now all Edo will think you are dead. If they found out that you were actually still alive, it would look as if our faction is acting up in front of the public and –"
"Now, now, Toshi, Zura –" Kondo tried to interject.
"I'm not Zura. It's Katsura."
"Well, Toshi and Zura," Kondo still insisted. "Don't be too hard on the princess. I know you are deadly worried for her, but even such harsh words –"
"It's fine, Kondo-san," interrupted Soyo as she quickly bent her body and bowed to the three men. "I really apologize for my reckless action. I should have handled the situation better and –"
"Hime-sama, lift your head!" Kondo stammered as he made a move to rise from his seat. "Don't listen to Toshi and Zura! We are always prepared for a full-blown war, we have enough resources too! And well, with or without that declaration, anyone knows that you are on our side and it will not be a hassle at all to give you further protection and please –" Kondo paused as he straightened the princess body so that she no longer bowed down. "Please. You're safe. That's really what matters the most."
Soyo knew she should not have been sentimental, but it was humiliating enough that again and again, she would have to depend and burden these men. She was technically no longer part of the Shogunate family –Shinsengumi really owed her not a single protection. To know that at the end of the day, no matter how much she tried to help, her help was unnecessary –
"Well, Hime-sama, sorry for being frank, but we have no time to hear your apology anyway," said Toshi (who immediately earned another scolding from Kondo). "We still have a war to face."
Wiping the tear from her face, Soyo controlled herself. "You are right. I'm sorry for making a statement that would only accelerate the war –"
"It's a good timing actually," Katsura decided. "It might be slightly reckless to alarm the Hitotsubashi now, but you are right. This war needs to end real soon. We have caused prolonged suffering to the civilians."
Scratching his head, Hijikata then grunted, "Yeah. Our men are tired of playing hide and seek anyway."
"Under different circumstances, we would have hidden you to guarantee your safety," Katsura added. "But this time, we have to focus our force on attacking, and our deepest apology, but you would have to settle yourself with hiding here in Edo."
Soyo nodded in a complete agreement. "Don't waste your force on me. Just focus on the war."
"Our troops from the other towns are making secret mobilization to Edo. We predict that we will have full force in Edo in three days. And that's when we are going to start the actual coup d'état."
Soyo took the information in as calmly as she could, although inside, her heart was beating frantically. After five years, the real war was to begin. She did not know what the outcome would be, and she found that, despite her confidence in their side's force, she was actually more worried than excited.
Kondo laid a hand on the former princess' shoulder and patted it encouragingly.
"We apologize that we can only bring justice to your brother now," he whispered. "We promise we would not embarrass him in this war."
The mention of her brother made her heart softened again. Ah, what was up with her lately? She had been really sentimental that night, although a part of her knew that she was actually glad that these people, despite the common ground to simply destroy the Hitotsubashi, would still remember her dear brother.
"…Thank you," she murmured sincerely. "Thank you for remembering Aniue-sama."
Katsura smiled secretly and Hijikata only chuckled slightly.
"Oh, and Hime-sama?"
"Hmm?"
"'Fuck You, Nobunobu' is too gentle. We should have taught you the proper way to curse that bastard."
"We need to talk."
This was expected, but that did not make the proposition a favorable one. Kamui only stared at his sister as the latter stood in front of the door of his room at the Shinsengumi's headquarter. Kamui scratched his head, but eventually he only shrugged. "You miss your dear brother so much? Let's have a chit-chat then, Sister," Kamui remarked pleasantly as he sat on the floor –waiting for his sister's reaction.
Kagura cast one doubtful look at the smiling young man in front of her, before she closed the door and sat in front of him. She did not delay enough time to go straight to her question.
"What is your motive?"
"That's too general of a question, Sister. What's my motive for what?"
"All these," Kagura said as she gritted her teeth, displeased with the way Kamui was trying to delay the conversation instead. "You coming to earth. You staying on earth. You playing with Soyo-chan. You interrupting our battle," she listed them one by one. "What's your ulterior motive?"
"No ulterior motive in particular. I just want to," he answered earnestly as he stretched his legs. It had been quite a tiresome night –more on an emotional level rather than a physical one.
"Why did you save Soyo-chan?" Kagura asked more specifically –hating the idea of asking that question, because the question itself did not sound plausible on her ear. "Fine, I can understand that you just have nothing better to do when you decided to stay on earth or even be involved in our war. But Soyo-chan… is it just because you have nothing better to do as well?"
"What do you want me to answer you with?"
"Don't answer my question with a question, Idiot."
"Geez, language, sister," jokingly reprimanded the brother. "I'm serious. What answer do you want to hear from me? Because wouldn't you doubt whatever I will say? It's rhetorical, really. Your question that is."
It would have been a rhetorical question had Kamui not acted in contradiction. For all these times after Kagura caught her brother and her best friend, she had thought that it was only a way of passing time for him. Then he acted all ignorant when she initially told him of Soyo's disappearance. Her brother contradicted his actions more when Kagura learned that, upon hearing the Misoguigawa restaurant's staffs accounts and Soyo's own accounts, it was Kamui who finished all those involved in Soyo's kidnapping and actually took her back safely. Kagura's questions no longer became rhetorical –she really had no idea of what Kamui was plotting.
"I would never understand you, wouldn't I?" Kagura murmured under her breath. It was not supposed to come out of her mouth, but Kamui heard it anyway.
"My motives have always been rather clear, Sister," Kamui stated. He hesitated before he answered, "I left our mother because I was in a quest for challenge and I killed our father because he got in the way in our fight."
Kagura was taken a back. Widening her eyes, the girl retorted with gritted teeth, "I was not even talking about our parents."
"You and I both know that those are the questions you are most curious of. No. You already knew the answers to those, but you just wish to hear it straight from my mouth."
Kagura gritted her teeth so hard that the sound nearly became audible to him. He could see her shoulders shook in both frustration and anger and this was not unexpected. "And that's your answer?" she demanded. "You left our mother because you did not care and you killed our father because you wanted to prove you were stronger than him?"
"You twisted my words," Kamui pointed out. Then again, it was not Kagura's fault per se. Perhaps he was just being the contradicting one. "But I really don't care what you think, sister. I knew it. Whatever I said you would not have it. You are not entirely wrong though. I am not a man who holds virtues. Both of us know that."
Irritated glint glistened on Kagura's eyes. Reasons… everybody had that. Kamui had that. Kamui had plentiful of that and Kagura knew. "They're our parents," she stuttered, losing the argument but having no other reason to resort to. "How, why would you –"
"I would not seek for your forgiveness. I did exactly what I did. I am guilty for exactly what I did. The facts would remain the same. I left mother to die and I killed father. "
This conversation was her fault. Kagura knew she should not have crossed the line just to find out the facts that she hated to be reminded of. He was right, the fact remained that Kamui abandoned their mother and killed their father. She knew that her mother would have died with or without him staying, and that her father died because Umibouzu tried to interject their fight by sacrificing himself, but still…
"…Murderer," she hissed.
"I am," he confirmed. "Like it or not, your brother is a murderer."
Kagura grabbed Kamui's collars and yelled at him. "Are you even sorry, you bastard?!"
He was unfazed with Kagura's reaction. To tell the truth, he actually could not understand how Kagura was able to hold it in all these times. After Umibouzu died in his hands, Kagura never actually confronted him that way. He could still remember how Kagura just stood silently at Umibouzu's dying figure and had her heart ran cold when Umibouzu sent them his last words.
"It's not your brother's fault, Kagura… I am the one who got into your fight. I don't want to see you kill each other. Live well together, the two of you…"
Kamui pensively gazed back at Kagura. If there was anything that they would agree on, their father's last words were not a dying message. It was a curse.
And he had promised Umibouzu to carry on the curse.
"'Sorry' would not change the fact," he told her the reality. "'Sorry' would not bring both of them back to life."
"You bas –"
"If it would, I would have professed it a million times."
At that statement, Kagura felt her grip on his collars weakened. She eventually let go of his collar fully and fell to the floor, banging her fists to the floor, crying, howling.
Kamui gazed at his sister.
And despite his earlier word, he let the word slipped off his mouth.
"I'm sorry."
As he had expected, no burden was lifted. The guilt would never leave him for the rest of his life, and Kamui himself wouldn't even allow saying such word to get rid of the burden –because he had no right to. If this was the price he had to pay his entire life, if this was the load he had to carry to eternity, he would do so –willingly, acceptingly.
But Kagura lifted her face from the floor and stared at her brother. Tears truly drenched her face and she opened her mouth to say something, but no word came out.
Because she half-hoped to see the smirk on his face, to see the nonchalant smile on him. She expected to see the non-remorse from him. She expected him to be the devil that he actually was. He was, still and would always be, and that was why he should not have said the word, should not have apologized.
And she should not have seen deeper, she should have not known that there was no lie in his statement, she should not have not known that his regret was genuine.
It was Kamui who decided this conversation should end. "You are more than welcome to keep seeing me as a monster," he declared.
"…"
Kamui sighed after nearly ten minutes passed and none of them made any attempt of a conversation. "Shouldn't you go back to Yorozuya now?"
Kagura said not a word and only maintained her position and stance for the past ten minutes: staring at the floor.
Deciding that his sister would probably not give any response, Kamui only stood up and head to the cupboard. He slid the door open and grabbed something out of the space. "There's extra futon, if you want to sleep here."
To his surprise, Kagura replied.
"Yeah."
They grounded her again after that –a choice that, despite her long strive for freedom, Soyo accepted without much of resistance. Okita had escorted her to one of the secret premises owned by the Joui Patriots, where she was to wait and hide during the preparation of the war. Soyo found it weird that it felt almost nostalgic to be cut off from her five-years-old freedom this way. She wouldn't have wanted to return to the restricted life of an Edo princess, but the fact that she was ordered not to leave the premise until the attack began was, again, quite nostalgic.
Two guards were placed on the entrance of the house, while the other two were placed on the back. Matsudaira had apologized for the lack of guards, but Soyo understood that they needed to utilize as many people as possible for the full attack to Edo castle the night after. As a matter of fact, Soyo had proposed to cut the amount of guards by half –an idea that was immediately rejected by Matsudaira.
Though nostalgic, Soyo knew that being locked for her safety this time did feel different. There were no actual servants to accompany her talk, no Jiiya to mess around with, no older brother to make tea for.
She smiled bitterly upon assembling and disassembling the Japanese dolls she had found in the modest premise –one of the few past times she had an access to. She grew bored quickly, but at least Okita had dropped by earlier that evening.
"How's her condition?" Soyo asked as her fingers fumbled on the wooden doll, referring to Sarutobi who was now resting for treatment in the hospital.
"Recovering very quickly. She keeps insisting that she'd be able to join the war tomorrow night. Of course that will be impossible and we would not allow that."
Soyo nodded in approval before she hesitantly asked, "Sacchan's still mad at me, isn't she?"
"She's more furious at Zenzou-san who kept using her hospital room as a manga café," answered Okita with a shrug, recalling the nasty view of a supposedly bed-ridden patient shoving some objects to someone else's anus as an attempt to make the latter go away.
"Ah. Zenzou-san is back?" Soyo took note.
"Yeah. Most of the forces have arrived in Edo anyway."
Soyo directed her gaze at the small Japanese garden that the premise had. It was tranquil and serene, and Soyo hoped it would remain that way the day after tomorrow.
"What's your bet on the result of tomorrow's war?"
"… I don't know," surprisingly Okita answered. "I thought that it would have been easy, but there are rumors that the Tendoshiin has not completely cut help to the Hitotsubashi. We probably would manage fine if there's no third party interruption, but if those people are involved again like five years ago… well…so long that the Utsuro guy does not interfere, I'm actually positive I could behead Nobunobu's head myself."
"Okita-san," Soyo called out.
"Hmm?" the man mumbled as he played with the strands of his own long hair.
"No matter what happens, you have to come back alive, okay?"
If it had been under different circumstances, Sougo would probably shrug it off –few men had confidence in their skills (and a justifiable amount of confidence, really) the way Okita Sougo had. To have him momentarily silenced did nothing to calm Soyo's anxious heart. And perhaps, for the slightest moment, they all had their doubts as well. If Hitotsubashi had been an easy force to defeat, they would have done so five years prior. The fact that tomorrow night would be the decisive battle seemed to truly take its effect on people.
"Of course," he answered after silence that Soyo wished would no last that long. "I would be the one to escort you back to the castle, Hime-sama."
Soyo sighed. "After this war ends, a new shogunate, or even new government system will be formed. I will never be a princess again, Okita. Not that I want to anyway."
"Still," Okita declared. "The only person in this world whom I would call 'Hime-sama' is you. Hope you're still opening vacancy for bodyguards. I like the payment," he said as he stood up and fixed his straw hat –ready to take his leave.
Chuckling Soyo only nodded. "Do as you wish, Okita-san," she softly said as she waved at him. Okita smirked before he closed the door and left the premise. There was a battle strategy meeting he had to attend. He would most likely sleep there but, at least he could show up to irritate Hijikata.
Upon the closed door, Soyo slowly clasped her hand and closed her eyes. She knew that she had the utmost faith in her friends, but still, it would not hurt to pray for the outcome. She had been quite naïve as a princess back then, when she thought that her brother would forever be with her.
She could hear the door slid open again and slowly, Soyo lifted her face to look at the new visitor.
It did not surprise her that Kamui was the one leaning on the doorway, despite her not telling him her whereabouts was. The lack of surprise, still did nothing to calm her suddenly rapidly beating heart.
Kamui crossed his arms in front of his chest as he playfully clicked his tongue. "What kind of lady actually accepts male visitor in her bedroom in the middle of the night?"
Smiling softly as she gazed up at him, Soyo replied, "And what kind of gentleman suddenly barges in to the lady's room again?"
Kamui entered the room and comfortably seated himself in front of her. "I am never a gentleman. And no, I was actually referring to that policeman who just had your company a while ago."
Her smile faded a little. "…You met Okita-san?"
"Well, not technically. But I realized his presence and he realized mine, if that counts as a meeting," he said. Upon noticing the way Soyo's jaw hardened, Kamui chuckled. "Relax. We decided to ignore each other."
It was hard to conceal the relief she had in her eyes. But despite whatever conversation she had with Kamui, Soyo knew that Kamui's blood still boiled in excitement upon the possibility of fighting Okita. It had been so long since she last asked him, but she supposed it would not hurt to seek a confirmation. "Are you still intending to fight him?"
"I know he'd be busy for your guys' war tomorrow night –"
"After that?" she asked almost hesitantly. "After the war ends, will you still fight him?"
Kamui hesitated for a while. The answer that he came up with after was a mumble, as if he regretted telling her that he 'met' Okita earlier. "I'll always be attracted to fight the strong."
He did not need to look at her face to know the hard expression she had and the bitterness she must have felt. Sighing, and without looking at her, Kamui asked. "…Would it make you happy if I don't fight him?"
Soyo stared at Kamui who still refused to look at her. "Of course. Fighting practice is fine, but I know that when the two of you fight, you two will go all out and both of you will just hurting each other and –"
"Fine."
Soyo paused. Kamui still refused to look at her, but she felt like he still owed her more elaboration on that short statement he gave.
"Fine…what?" Soyo repeated.
Kamui actually groaned as he scratched his head –clear evidence that he absolutely wished he had not said the line. Soyo actually crawled to him and pulled on his braid to make him look back at her. Rolling his eyes in irritation, Kamui exhaled a deep breath before he turned his face to her (an action that Soyo had not expected –and surprised her due to the sudden proximity of their faces). With a scowl that made him look more a kid, Kamui opened his mouth (silent and no words for the first three seconds) before he finally confirmed. "Fine. I will not initiate a fight with him."
Soyo clasped her hands together, triumphant smile on her face. "Good boy!"
"But I'm free to fight those government officials tomorrow night, okay?"
"You'd actually help us in the war?" she asked –first time hearing this.
"Look, whatever we have between us, that doesn't change the fact that I still yearn and need battlefield."
Soyo smirked. "Yes. Go all mad for that purpose."
"Yeah," Kamui replied sourly.
It didn't escape her observation that the man was still obviously upset. "You don't like it?" she asked.
Kamui did not even bother to hide his foul mood. "Of course, I don't. I've been wanting to fight that policeman ever since five years ago! And now I have to promise not to fight him because you asked for it and –"
"Thank you," Soyo sincerely whispered as she laid her palm on top of his hand. "I know it's hard for you, but your reassurance means so much to me, and I want you to know that I'm really, really grateful for you."
"…"
"Kamui," Soyo tried again. "Thank you."
"I heard you," he replied slowly, still bitterly. He did not look back at her, and losing his interest, he made an abrupt movement to stand up. Her hand that was previously laid on top of his fell to the floor and Soyo was taken aback when Kamui really made a move to exit the room.
Soyo was about to stop him, but she refrained herself. What she had asked for Kamui might be for his best interest, but she knew how important it was for him, and how hard it had been for him to do that. She missed him already after two days not seeing him and she had hoped he would stay longer, but she knew her place –she had too much to request from him, and she would hate to make him do what he did not want to do.
The first syllable of plea ended in her throat before she could say it. But his rabbit-like ears always managed to hear the softest sound, and grumpily, he stopped himself from opening the door and turned around to face her.
Soyo still sat in the middle of the room –her hand was actually hanging in the air as if she had stopped herself before she could pull his arm back. She was in her sleeping kimono already (and it irked Kamui how that meant the policeman also got to see her in her sleeping attire –despite how concealing and thick the fabric was) and he had been in close proximity with her previously to know that she just washed her hair with that distinctive flowery scent of her.
But it was her eyes, at most, that made him unable to look away. Doe-eyed and nearly innocent –although he knew better that Tokugawa Soyo was anything but innocent. There was always childlike playfulness in her eyes that hid the actual mature depth reflected there. Mostly, though, it was that kind of gaze that he hoped she only gave him –he could not describe it, the way she looked at him, that was. But all he knew, it was her eyes that always drew him in, heal him and poison him at the same time.
Kamui actually made a loud groan as he scratched his head and muttered.
"What the hell have you done to me, Brat?"
And before Soyo could even blink, Kamui took a step forward to cut the distance between them. In one fluid movement, he knelt and raised her chin up, bringing her lips to his kiss.
Soyo felt electricity ran throughout her entire body as his hand touched her chin, as his lips caressed hers. Her knees grew weak, and even when she was actually sitting, she felt like she could be a puddle when he held her like this, kissed her like this.
Her mind snapped when he bit her lower lips, and she quickly realized the situation and pushed his body away –actually earning an irritated groan from the man.
"What now?" he hissed.
"The guards are outside and –"
Rolling his eyes in irritation, he said, "I took care of them. The ones in the back included –"
"You didn't kill them, d-did you?"
"No," he muttered impatiently and with a scowl, Kamui challenged her, "What other excuses you have now, Hime-sama?"
The rather irritated gleam on his eyes made Soyo stuttered a bit. "N-none."
"Good girl," Kamui murmured as he claimed her lips back.
Upon feeling the softness of her lips again, Kamui actually wondered how the hell was he able to be so damn patient all these times? He knew he liked the feel of her lips after that night they kissed when they were both drunk, and he decided that really, kissing her alone was addictive, intoxicating. Soyo was certainly not the first woman Kamui had kissed, but he was pretty sure that she was the first woman who could make him hard down there just by a mere lip lock.
And the suppressed moans she tried to cover really did nothing to put the fire in him down. Kamui suddenly had the urge to hear her moan out loud, scream his name, and so he bit her lips hard, hard enough for blood to come out from the little cut. His tongue lapped her cut before he gently sucked her lower lips.
Soyo actually groaned there and the sound of it coaxed him to take a bolder move.
His hand was placed on her shoulders, sensually stroking the side of her neck before he flattened his palms and pushed the garment that covered her pretty collarbones. He stopped rolling down the fabric just above her chest, but the absence of material on her shoulders already gave him sufficient (at least for the time being) access to trail butterfly kisses all over her upper chest.
The girl had been hesitant at first, but Kamui nearly smiled on her warm skin when her hands also made a move to his own Chinese-styled top. He nearly chuckled when she, in her haste and perhaps clouded mind, was not able to unbutton his button. He pulled away slightly to tilt his head and smirked at her, "You can rip it off if you want."
Soyo grimaced but decided not to follow his lead. Insistent, her fingers continued to fumble on his buttons, and out of pity Kamui helped her unbutton his shirt. When all three top buttons were off the latches, Kamui pulled the top over his head. He nearly wanted to laugh when he detected the slight disappointment on her eyes upon knowing that he was still wearing undershirt behind his top. Smirking, Kamui only drew the distance and leaned back farther from her. Then, with one left arm behind him to support his body, he moved his right index finger in a slow curl and uncurl motion –inviting her to ravage him instead.
"Don't play goody girl this time, Hime-sama."
Soyo scoffed, but unable to resist the urge herself, she lunged her body forward, lifting her bottom from her earlier sitting position, knelt on her knees and had her arms on the either side of his legs. Taking her arms off the floor and letting her body fall upon him, she then unrolled his undershirt herself before she tossed it aside to the corner of the room.
Kamui did not even have the chance to smirk in triumph, because the next thing he knew, Soyo immediately kissed his chest and licked his nipple. And as if it had not been a bold enough first move from her side, he felt her hand stroked the bulge underneath his pants and before he knew it, she had him in her palm within seconds.
Backfired plan, Kamui was the first one to actually moan out loud.
Soyo did not actually stop there. The girl actually unzipped his pants and he instinctively lifted his lower body slightly upward so that she could quickly roll off his pants and boxer to his mid thigh –exposing him first before he could actually see her exposed.
She had no lotion with him, and so she stroked his shaft raw with her small hands.
"Fuck," he murmured breathlessly first when she gripped him harder down there –completely, completely having him under her sly control. Both of them could feel how he grew bigger down below, and Soyo lifted her face a little to watch him with a darkening, lustful eyes that posed him the challenge. Kamui laughed humorlessly upon seeing this side of her –just what animal had he woken up?
"Don't play goody boy this time, Villain," she returned the mockery –and to his surprise, she descended her face down there and put his length into her mouth.
He jerked involuntarily upon feeling the sudden contact of her lips around his shaft and her tongue going all the way down his manhood.
"Fuck," he cursed again after a few moments of breathless groans. "Fuck you, Tokugawa Soyo."
He admitted that she was a bit clumsy down there and he wondered if this was the first oral sex she had. In fact, he wondered whether this was her first time or not. At one point, he detected the usual hesitation of a novice, but at the other moment, her bold moves surprised him as if she was actually born to do it. The brief reminder that the girl might possibly not be a virgin actually pissed him off. He knew that, if fair principle was adapted, he had no right to complaint –given that Soyo was not the first woman he had intercourse with. But still…
He bit his lips to stop himself from moaning, although his hand made a reflex gesture on the top of her dark hair, pushed her head lower and coaxed her to suck him harder below.
"T-this…" he began, hating the fact that it was actually hard to control his voice. "Y-you… how many, urgh," he paused when he felt her gripped his balls hard. "H-how many men have had you in their beds?" he finally finished her sentence, mentally noting to hunt down every man that had the luxury of taking her first.
Kamui felt her pause, and he nearly groaned for the sudden interruption that he made himself. But Soyo then sucked him real hard –so hard, that he was truly unable to control himself and ejaculated onto her.
He groaned in defeat and disappointment that he had to come that fast. He felt like he needed to reflect on a lot of things.
After nearly five minutes of blow job, Soyo finally pulled her face from his crotch and sat on her folded legs again. He could see his white cum splattered onto her face and some to her hand, and to his dismay, the vixen actually had the nerve to erotically lick the substance on her hand. The fact that someone who was supposed to be all prim and proper, the former princess of Edo, of all people, did such indecent action…Kamui swore he grew hard again just by the sight of that.
"…You're my first," she said as she continued to lick her own finger.
"Liar."
"I swear," Soyo said. "I do have a lot of sexual education including how to please men in bed. Giving heir is the only thing a puppet princess was expected to do, so I was forced to study hard on that."
He cringed. "With practice?"
"Demonstrative pictures and explanations. Books," she shrugged.
Kamui snorted.
Talent or no talent, he knew that all the reaction she made him feel was due to the fact that she, Tokugawa Soyo, and no other woman, who was doing this to him.
Still, he thought darkly. She had real talent in giving a blow job.
He gazed at her who was still mostly clad in her full white simple kimono (while he, on the other hand, was as good as being stark naked). Kamui knew he had to turn it back to a status quo.
Without warning (payback, bitch), he lunged forward, grabbed the garment that rested on her upper arm and quickly yanked it down –the sudden force tore a portion of her kimono. Soyo actually shrieked in surprise and he raised an interested eyebrow upon discovering that she still opted for a more traditional white-bandage chest binds instead of bras.
His arms were extended and went around her slim figure to her back, trying to find the knot. He found it tied securely on her upper back. He easily untied the knot and she could feel the binds came slightly loose, although it still perfectly hid her breasts from him.
Contrary to his rather abrupt motion of jerking away her kimono, Kamui actually went to the achingly slow way of unrolling the bandage off her.
"Put both your hands on my shoulders," he instructed. Although hesitant at first, Soyo eventually obeyed and rested her palms on his firm shoulders.
Kamui nodded in approval, before he began to unroll the first layer of bandage around her body.
Soyo did a lot of layers to bind her chest, but despite the hassle, Kamui admitted that he actually enjoyed the slow process of patiently unrolling the bandage. He maintained his eye contact at her, and he knew this made her uncomfortable and it actually pleased him that she still had this embarrassment about showing her body to a man –it made all the tantalizing process of unrolling her chest bind the more exciting.
"…Just take it off already," Soyo eventually murmured –breaking eye contact from him, because there was no way she could not keep her cool when he was looking at her with that kind of intensity, yet contradictorily intentional slow movement of unbinding her.
Kamui smirked but never took her eyes off her face –putting her in more humiliation. "What, you really can't wait?" he whispered, occasionally touching the front of her still covered chest in an "accidental" way as he slowly unrolled the bandage.
"N-no, i-it's…" Soyo couldn't finish her words. Funny. The more he unbound her, the more suffocated her chest felt. "It's just…embarrassing."
"Hmm?" he made a noncommittal murmur but kept her eyes focused on her face.
It was finally the last few layers, and upon a quick glance below, Kamui could see that her nipples were slightly poking beneath the fabric. Deciding that it was time, he made a sudden pull of her bandages –the fabric roughly brushing against her nipples and Soyo shuddered at the sensation.
Before checking out what she had in store for him there, Kamui decided that it could wait because he had the urge to kiss her again.
Soyo muffled in surprise, but it was nearly inaudible, as he quickly deepened his kiss to he extent that she was unable to say a thing. Quickly, he moved her arms on his shoulders and pushed her arms to be adjoined together behind her back, and, before she could make any movement, Kamui quickly used the bandage to tie her arms behind her back.
Satisfied, he finally drew back to take a look of her –long, black hair already in disarrays, cheeks flushed in the prettiest shade of pink, lips parted open and slightly swollen due to the kiss. Her kimono was only partially discarded, and it laid on her hip, the sash already coming loose, but it still secured the garment loosely together. Her breasts (B-cup, he quickly determined) came in full view and despite not being particularly big, the way he bound her arms behind her back had made her chest slightly pushed forward and her nipples perky.
He liked what he saw. Kamui decided that instead of going for a full nudity, he actually thought this partial exposure way more erotic –as if she was reluctantly violated, and it really excited him.
And as if he was not already a tease, Kamui actually leaned back and took his time to unbind his own arm bandages. He chuckled when he heard Soyo groaned.
"Patience," he told her. "I know you want me too, but all in good –" he paused upon noticing that she had extended her left leg to him, and now her toes were making some gesture back on his exposed shaft. Grunting (but not hating her initiative), he told her, "Goddamnit, woman. Keep your feet to yourself."
"Really?" she tested.
Groaning at how much control she actually had on him (more than he thought she did), he reluctantly replied, "No…"
She smiled and kept rubbing her feet on his crotch as he continued to unbind his own bandages. "…It's just cold. And uncomfortable," she reasoned –and he involuntarily stole a glance to her erect nipples. Damn, she really made it hard for him to be patient, didn't she?
He himself had enough teasing. Upon discarding the last layers of bandage from his hands, Kamui quickly grabbed Soyo's body and effortlessly seated her on his laps. He pulled the tied arms behind her back, so that Soyo had to bend and she arched her breasts in just the right position to Kamui's face. Having no patience left himself, Kamui immediately sucked on her left breast.
Soyo moaned when Kamui's other hand fully grabbed her right breast, and his thumb made some sensual circling movement on her pink nipple. Not giving her enough time to rest, Kamui also twirled his tongue on her left nipple, licking it thoroughly. He could feel her breaths were running short and shorter, and his manhood could already sense the dampness on her still clothed lower part.
The heat down there coaxed him to be bolder. He pinched her right nipple and bit her left one.
The gasp and moans that came from her lips truly urged him to violate her more. Kamui squeezed her right breast harder and his other hand left her tied arms and snaked down into her lower region. He really couldn't hold himself that time, and upon finding her underwear, he quickly tore it open and discarded it somewhere he did not care.
Soyo was already so wet don there that Kamui's fingers slipped in so easily.
Her hip jolted and he used the moment to slip two more fingers inside her.
"Oh God," Soyo whispered when she felt three fingers were inside her. Shutting her eyes shut, Soyo moaned loud enough when Kamui's thumb rubbed her clitoris.
She actually whimpered then and there. His fingers inside swere stroking her, exploring her inner walls, but never seared deep enough to break her hymen. She was frustrated at how he never plunged his fingers deep enough but she was morbid at the thought of how she wanted him so deep inside of her.
To her disappointment, he pulled out his fingers from her womanhood. She nearly glared at him (he suppressed the urge to chuckle, because that look on her was actually adorable). With an innocent smile, he raised his fingers in front of her –showing her just how wet she was down there.
"Lick it for me?" he requested with a tone so childish that she found him to be impossible.
Begrudgingly, she opened her mouth and he fully inserted his three fingers inside her mouth. She tasted herself and it was weird, but she did not particularly dislike it.
Kamui smiled at her, and as a reward for her cooperation, he got his other hand to work her wonder down there. And just like before, just before she reached her climax, he deliberately stopped.
"You sadist," she scowled.
"Coming from you that's a compliment," Kamui said as he lowered her back down to the floor again.
But he lifted her legs and put each on each of his shoulder –allowing him a full sight of her most private area.
"You're pretty," Kamui complimented.
"And you're a pervert," Soyo spat unconvincingly –when she was laid down and she could not see clearly what he was doing.
His fingers parted her labia but before he tasted her, he earnestly said, "Not just this. But you. You are pretty."
The fact that he complimented her at the most unlikely time would have fluttered her heart. But because Kamui immediately plunged his tongue in the next second, Soyo's heart did a different kind of sommersault.
"N-no," she weakly muttered when she felt his tongue reached deep in her. She felt weird all over, her toes curled and even when tied, her fingers clawed the sheet behind her. Her entire body felt tingly all over and he had to firmly grab her thighs on his shoulders to keep her from jerking. Kamui trailed his hands upward, trailing on her thighs until he stopped on her buttocks, and firmly grabbed her mounds –pushing her closer to his mouth.
Kamui continued to lick her down there and probed his tongue deep inside, shamelessly exploring her. Soyo thought she blacked out, only that it was whiteness that she felt clouding her head.
When she felt the cloud disappeared, she was already out of breaths. Kamui had pulled her back up until she straddled him again. Breathlessly, she stared at his face, and judging by their position, she knew what was coming next.
He did not say a word, but his eyes (for the first time the clear blue eyes were actually in their darkest hues) looked deep into her. Kamui untied the bind of her arms, and nearly could not believe that he was actually nervous for this one. He licked his lips and Soyo could feel his shaft so close to her entrance.
Bu he stopped and raised his hands to her face, brushing her long, black hair to the side of her face, the smile on his face was nothing like the one he secured on his face in battlefield. Soyo did not know why her heart could feel so warm upon looking at this cold-blooded murderer, but she smiled back for a moment, before she cupped his face with both of his hands and kissed him gently.
He closed his eyes and pushed his entire length into her cavern.
It was her first time, and she would lie if that did not sting. It was not his first time, but he would admit that it almost felt like it was.
She gave a mild yelp when he broke her hymen, and he grunted as he felt her entire inner walls on him. Kamui took control in the pacing, as he pulled out and entered her back –slowly at first, but he picked up the pace. Soyo moaned loudly –no longer caring of her surrounding and Kamui couldn't even get a hold of himself. She was damn tight, but even beyond the physical sense of fullness, he felt…
…he did not know the perfect word for it. Kamui felt empowered, he felt excited, he felt fulfilled, he felt content, he felt like he did not need anything else in this world, he felt –
Soyo surmised the sensation to him.
"You complete me," she murmured on his lips.
Kamui widened his eyes and stared at her.
Smiling shyly, Soyo added, "Not just this…intercourse, but I just… I've never felt so complete. Physically and mentally. I just… I don't know, Kamui. I just… I think I lo –"
He kissed her before she could say it.
His sudden kiss surprised her, and she could feel the slight trembles on his shoulders that she did not understand. But Soyo decided to go with his flow, and she encircled her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
A part of Kamui would regret it that he did not let Soyo finish her words that day.
To be Continued