Despite the louder sounds that floated over the springs and forest from the very vocal couple, the subdued and stifled noises that came from Inosuke were so close to Aoi that they were to ignore. Whether he was just as affected as she was by the scene, or whether it was all amplified as she couldn't help but to touch and press on him, the two voyeurs weren't restraining themselves as discreetly and subtlety as they were also enjoying the scene. Aoi was a bit more guiltily than her counterpart since she had more of a sense of how improper she was being. It took most of her self-control to even break away, much less separate from Inosuke.
With how raptly she stared at the scene as she stimulated herself on him, she hadn't noticed how he stared at her face and lips. By the time she realized how much closer he had drifted, his lips were surprisingly soft yet firm like the rest of him as they pressed against her mouth. She blinked across the small space, only his dark, long lashes in her field of view. Her heart skipped a few beats and even the rapid love making beyond fell away and failed to distract from that moment. It was over before she remembered to breathe and the pair stared at one another for several long seconds while Inosuke found something to say. His stuttering and that brief meekness were... so cute! She didn't want him to apologize but she fumbled for any words at all.
As the girl stared and blushed prettily at her friend, who had unexpectedly become much more than she realized, she caught sight of the rock he tossed in the corner of her eye and startled almost just as much as the others at the very loud and productive crack the stone produced. In an instant the intrusive pair fled in a panic, leaving the clearing as quiet and intimate as ever.
"T-Thank you..." Aoi began, though whether it was gratitude for the kiss or getting the kakashi to flee were both applicable. "Let's warm up a little before we go back. Hopefully no one else is looking for me up here." This time getting up was slightly more bearable than before with being able to slip back into the spring beside them immediately. Not quite willing to distance herself so soon though, her hand held his loosely as she drew them back into the water and to crouch beside one of the larger boulders.
"Um...I hope you have a better idea of how humans..ah..." It wasn't exactly courting, and they weren't just mating for the sake of reproduction. Despite trying to be informative and professional she was starting to blush again, reaching for his boar mask caught at the nearby rock to pick up and fumble with. It really did make for a nice safety and distraction. But her lips tingled and burned with the sensation of his kiss still lingering. It took up so much of her attention and the forefront of her mind that she finally blurted out. "Inosuke...Why did you kiss me?"
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A short derisive snort left Inosuke's nostrils as he watched the naked pair dashing off as fast as their feet could carry them, clutching their clothing to their chests as they hurried back down the mountain. They were so scared of a simple rock striking a tree that they didn't even look back while fleeing to see what it might have been. Truly, a number of the lower ranks lacked real spirit or courage. But then again, Inosuke was hiding in the brush with Aoi, both of them just as naked.
As his gaze turned back towards the woman clinging to his side, Inosuke was surprised to see her staring straight at him still, those limpid indigo irises shining under the dim light of the moon. Aoi's cheeks were flushed, her lower lip trembling for a time after that kiss, but soon, she found words to speak to him. Not knowing what to say in that moment, he simply deferred to a grunt of acknowledgement, nodding his head even as he felt his cheeks heating up as well. They were alone together again, sharing the silence of the night together even as Inosuke could feel his chest swell with pride. Having driven off the kakushi, he had succeeded in protecting Aoi from them and the inevitable rumors they would have spread. All without having even drawn a blade or shown himself.
Another grunt of agreement answered her suggestion, the warmth of her body leaving his side an unpleasant reality now that they were no longer in danger of being discovered, but as Aoi moved back to the hot spring's edge, her hand didn't leave his. Her grip was light, those slender fingers barely wrapping around his palm, but Inosuke followed after with no hesitation, letting her pull him back into the water's embrace. Once again, that incredible heat washed over him, but it felt somewhat less than the warmth that had radiated from Aoi only moments before.
His erection hadn't diminished since the flight of the kakushi lovers, bobbing with each step he took back into the spring, and even after he settled into the pool, it persisted. It hadn't helped that his eyes had fallen onto the curve of Aoi's posterior while they walked, able to drink in the sight of her supple rear. He could even make out the glistening of liquid running down her thigh, the very same still burning on his hip as a memory of their closeness. Back in the waters, he didn't avert his eyes from her, having already seen and felt so much, the pale light of the moon only illuminating so much more now that they were out of the brush.
For an instant, it seemed she had become his instructor again, but that facade faltered almost immediately. Her cheeks were tinged scarlet as she sought about for something else to look at, landing upon his discarded boar's head. Inosuke, however, couldn't look away, watching her every move as she plucked up the mask and began to fiddle with it, rolling it about in her hands. When her eyes finally returned to his, they shone with a fervent light, the question that left her lips obviously having forced out all other thoughts in her head. No, it had been his action that had done that, planting that question deep into her head to stew until they were once again alone.
It was Insouke's turn to flush a deeper shade of red, so many thoughts racing through his head all at once. It was as if thousands of himself all shouted answers at once, so many things cluttering up his normally simple mind. Closing his eyes, his brow furrowed as he sought for the right answer, charging through the cacophany of thoughts before emerging with the most honest, straightforward one.
"Because I wanted to," he stated as his eyes opened once again, meeting her gaze head on. Reaching forward, he took her hand in his once again, enveloping it in his grasp and squeezing tenderly. "Aoi was shaking, and Inosuke wanted to protect... but all Inosuke could do was kiss... and Inosuke wanted to do that very much." Still blushing, he finally averted his gaze, feeling more pressure in that moment than in hundreds of fights, finding even his indomitable courage being tested.
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As she waited and kept her gaze on the boar's head, shifting the familiar piece that she had taken care of over the years back and forth, Aoi wasn't as concerned with hiding or covering herself as much anymore while they faced one another. Most of her was submerged, with just the upper curves of her breasts above the water. Even with the bubbling of the spring and its constant rippling, the rest of their bodies were still visible in the moon through the water if one were to look. It just seemed pointless to cover up now that they had been pressed directly together for so long. It had made her a little more comfortable with her body around him, though questions still remained.
As Inosuke tried to think of and articulate his answer, she managed to steal a few glances up at him. The struggle alone was a bit endearing. He had obviously never been in the situation before. Knowing that she was also his first kiss was rather heartening. It had happened in a way that she would have never imagined or expected. But she didn't dislike that he had kissed her. On the contrary, she liked it more than she could have imagined or expected.
When he finally answered her with a more direct and instinctive reply, Aoi had to stifle her giggle so that she didn't make more new emotions and confusion rush through him at that important moment. He was blushing just as much, which gave her a bit more courage in herself to confront and face him.
"I don't mind..." She finally admitted, smiling as she shifted forward a bit to peer up at his face. "I was just surprised.. Usually people only kiss when they like each other." The snout of the boar poked against his stomach, his mask being offered back to him. "Um... are you going to be all right going back to the estate like that?" She checked, glancing briefly at his erection. From what she understood and heard, it could be quite sensitive and painful. "M-maybe we should take care of it. So that it doesn't become a problem later?"
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That slight, amused giggle that briefly slipped from her lips cut through the tension like a knife, and soon both Inosuke and Aoi were smiling at one another. His smile grew even wider as Aoi moved closer towards him, his gaze holding on hers as she looked up at him. She was always beautiful, but bathed in the moonlight, her pale skin took on an ethereal quality, the indigo of her eyes shining more than usual. His breath caught in his throat as she swam right up to him, only inhaling once she pressed the nose of the boar mask to his abdomen.
"Inosuke likes Aoi..." he responded, his voice far softer than normal, speaking as if anything louder would shatter this serene moment. Taking the boar head from her, he set it to rest on the boulder, the water dripping off its fur creating small ripples in the surface, but when he returned his eyes to her, she was glancing down towards the surging rod beneath the water. With the slightest shift, the very peak of his manhood poked above the surface, bobbing there under her watchful gaze.
"It... it is very hard..." Inosuke said matter-of-factly, never really having had to deal with a full erection like this before. He wasn't one to lust after women like Zenitsu, and therefore, he was unfamiliar with self-stimulation and such. "Inosuke can still move, but the stiffness is a lot," he spoke while trying to assess just how much it impeded his movement, rocking his hips and causing it to swirl the water about. His eyes met hers once again as he asked, "How do we take care of it? Like the other two?"
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As much as Aoi might have tried to convince herself that she had heard him incorrectly, or that the way he professed to like her was merely as a friend and family, the distinction was deeper. Even their being nude together and the experience they had undergone didn't seem to fully influence his words, though she had been more inclined to believe that it might have. It wasn't as if his emotions could be so easily swayed and insincere no matter how much they had witnessed. He was too simple for that. His tone and quietness alone meant he was thoughtful and very unlike his usual brash impulses. Actually, compared to Zenitsu, Inosuke was far more considerate and polite. She doubted the Lightening Pillar would have lasted a minute with a naked girl. And she certainly didn't enjoy cooking, cleaning, and nursing him like she did for the boar child.
While they deliberated over what to do about his arousal, that purity and inexperience came through again in full force. Aoi was honestly a bit surprised that he had never come across the conversation or picked up the cues from being around his other male friends. Then again he was always so focused on fighting and competing to be the strongest that there weren't many opportunities for other topics. There also wasn't much opportunity for other women to be as close to him to teach him the same. In that respect, Aoi was glad that she was the one to help and treat him well.
While he shifted his hips and moved experimentally, it became easier to look at one another and more comfortable to speak and interact. Despite the persistent blushing. She held his gaze and glanced away briefly only to consider the other options before nodding.
"Yes, similar... You'd be able to get relief on your own, but since this is partially my fault too, I'll help you. It's okay if I touch you there? Maybe you should sit down." She rambled a bit as she turned to find a more comfortable spot to sit for him, her hand gravitating back to holding his.
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This was a night of new experiences for Inosuke, from bathing with a beautiful woman to witnessing foreplay and sexual intercourse, and now it seemed that another challenge awaited him. Involuntarily, his breathing grew more rapid, the blood pumping more vigorously through his veins, and that tall, proud swell of his erection throbbed in anticipation as if it knew more about what was to happen than he did. Encountering all that had been confusing, but Inosuke felt at ease knowing that he was experiencing it alongside Aoi, and now it seemed that some of the barriers that separated them had come down, bringing them even closer together. Even as dense as he was, Inosuke couldn't miss the fact that Aoi kept touching him more and more, taking his hand and starting to lead him over towards a more comfortable seat.
Another snort sounded as his nostrils flared, responding to Aoi's offer to assist him with his hardness, recognizing that this was a step even further than they had gotten thus far. Inevitably, his mind drifted back to the sight of Yurie on her knees sucking on her lover's member, that thick length of his twitching as he imagined Aoi doing the same to him. "Y-you can touch me there... Inosuke trusts Aoi..." he said, his chest heaving as his heart raced. He knew well that Aoi would take care of him like she always did. He could rely on her entirely.
Once they'd found a relatively flat sheet of rock for him to sit on, Inosuke plopped down upon it, his massive manhood bobbing in the air. Even in the cold air, it throbbed and pulsed with a lurid heat, barely even fazed by the gentle breeze that passed through the trees. An audible gulp sounded from his lips now that he was fully revealed to Aoi, the young woman able to stare directly and openly at his meaty pillar, an equally large pair of testicles hanging underneath and dripping with water.
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Having his permission helped to solidify her resolve, even if he likely wouldn't have pushed her away even if she hadn't asked. She was glad that he did trust her. She felt the same way for him, knowing that his determination to help, protect, and defend her had always been present. And no matter how much of a lecher Zenitsu was, all the rest of his friends would have done the same to keep them safe.
As Inosuke sat up on the edge of the spring, Aoi stayed in the water. Maybe due in part to the height discrepancy in which they were situated at, he looked even bigger as he loomed in front of her face. Aoi swallowed the dryness in her throat almost at the same time as his gulp sounded. It even seemed as though she didn't know where to start. His size alone was intimidating, that testament to his manhood almost unreal even as she stared over him and all his colors, a fleshy purple and red more concentrated towards the top before blending into the deeper flesh tones and dusky rose brown of his sac. His veins glistened and pulsated with the light, the contours of him as defined and bold as his physique. And above it all was that curious expression upon the prettiest face and the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen looking over her.
Over the years the roundness of his cheeks and the softer, feminine contours had become more angled with his jawline. But even with more masculine features he was the most handsome man she had ever met or cared for. It was the main reason why she was surprised no other women had managed to pursue and seduce him yet.
"Just tell me if I hurt you, or if you're uncomfortable, and I'll stop," Aoi made sure to let him know as she set her hands over his thighs, spreading them apart just a little bit more to make room for her between them. As she reached up to lay her palm against the underside of his shaft, she stroked and pet him against his stomach, eventually wrapping her fingers to feel that thickness and the heft of his weight. The water helped her fist to slowly glide over his length, but she was still careful not to tug too hard or fast. The other hand cupped her palm up against his hanging sac, pressing up and squeezing gently. "I-Is this okay?" She watched his expression to help pick up any cues, marveling at her small her hands felt around him and trying to keep them steady.
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Inosuke's thighs parted wider as Aoi slid between his legs, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she examined his swollen member up close. It felt strangely exhilarating to have her inspect his cock so closely, each small breath she took teasing over his steely rod and making him twitch. His toes curled in the water while his fingers clenched on the edge of his stony seat, that incredible sense of touch making each warm exhale from her lips send shivers up his spine. The way things were, she could have simply sat there and blew air over his dick until he found satisfaction, but Aoi wasn't content with just that.
A single short nod signaled he had heard her clearly, watching with great interest as her hand left his thigh and pressed against the underside of his shaft, a light gasp leaving his lips at even that bit of contact. With no distractions, Inosuke felt every ounce of pressure that Aoi put on his manhood, that length pressed back against the muscles of his abdomen as she started to pet and rub his underside, the sensations more powerful than they had been when she'd touched his cock previously. As her fingers wrapped around his shaft to start stroking him more fully, his hips shifted unconsciously, rocking more into her grasp, practically presenting his heavy sac to her hand as it rose up to cradle them.
"Aoi..." he groaned, his voice straining and raising in pitch the more she tended to him, his neck craning as his head fell back to the rock wall behind him, "... so good!" The more she stroked him, the louder he moaned out, gradually being overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his every nerve fiber. Indomitable and fearless, the Beast Pillar Inosuke Hashibira was being transformed into a quivering, moaning mess. "Ahhhnnn... oooaaaahhh...nnnggg... don't... don't stop..." his deep voice pleaded, his eyelids opening as he looked down upon her once more, watching as she stroked his length tenderly and massaged his testicles. "Don't stop... Aoi!"
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Inosuke's reactions at even the slightest shift and pressure were amplified tenfold as he became quite audible. Reacting to her touch in body, sound, and breath, Aoi had to make the distinction that his reactions were positive and not alarmed or even remotely upset. Compared to the kakushi from before, it even sounded like Aoi was even more adept and skilled at handling a cock in her hands despite that hardly being the case. Despite the new effort though, she was diligent and persistent. And highly motivated and encouraged by his sounds and words which were practically pleading for more.
"O-okay! I won't," she reassured him, the deep bass of his voice feeling as if it were reverberating in her chest. That sound trickled down and made the deepest pit of her belly burn to hear him moan so enthusiastically. She had been so wet with arousal that going into the spring so that it could be washed away had been a relief. Now, even though she was choosing to linger in the water, she could still feel how much more wet she was between her thighs even as she was determined to ignore and do nothing about it while focusing only on him.
Drawing some idea and inspiration based on what they had witnessed, her hands eventually transitioned to grasp him and cover more of his length in both of her fists. Even stacking up failed to completely cover him to the tip. After a few pumps she wet her hands again, allowing the liquid to lubricate a few more passes with the hot mineral water. When her fists separated it was to roll one palm over his smooth, contoured head, her fingers beginning to trace the edges and rub against the depression in the center as Aoi began to study him more closely and learn his cock. She hadn't seen many outside of the patients when they needed to be changed. Just textbooks and scrolls, all having to do with medicine. But she could already innately tell that his maleness was a powerful and more prominent specimen of beauty than most. Just like the rest of him.
"More..?" She wondered out loud, trying different ways to grip and varying pressures to hold him with. All of his reactions were favorable. "What feels better?" It was in her nature to want to do an excellent job, and she was happy to please him for such spirited reactions.
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Low growls emanated from Inosuke's throat the more Aoi's hand kept working over his shaft, the thick slab of his cock throbbing in her grasp even as she stroked him steadily. The silky pads of her slender fingers felt like a dream as they dragged over his steely length, heat radiating from the center of his cock with each pulse of his heartbeat. Nothing had ever felt quite like this. Inosuke could feel his muscles tensing erratically, responding reflexively with each pump of that small hand over his shaft. Even more heat bled from his heavy testicles onto the smooth palm supporting them, that tender massage making him huff even more heavily.
Despite the fact that most of his body was exposed to the air, cold was the furthest thing from Inosuke's mind, the heat from his center spreading throughout his muscular form, every inch of him reacting to Aoi's technique. Training in the medical arts had gifted the young woman with remarkable hands, her nimble fingers moving with grace as she stroked him more and more, and Inosuke readily let her know she had his approval with the lustful sounds emerging from his mouth.
He was beginning to think nothing could feel any better when Aoi clasped her other hand around his shaft, joining the first and working them both over his tumescent rod, earning a fresh series of moans as his back arched, nearly driving the crown of his cock against her chin. Inosuke could hardly believe just how large he had grown, the swollen head pulsating in the open air even as both her fists curled around his thickness, pausing in their endeavor only to be wetted once again, that extra bit of heat and moisture allowing her to work his cock more fluidly. The longer she went, the more she explored his cock, and he could feel her tracing every inch, fingers dragging over his veins and ridges, her palm smoothing over his tip and teasing into the divot. Without his realizing, precum was already beginning to leak from that small slit, but he became aware as her hand began to smear that translucent fluid over his skin. The more she did, the more lubricated he became, her hand gliding easily over his turgid flesh.
"It all fee-nngg~mmmm... feels so good!" he managed to growl out through his gritted teeth, feeling a ball of tension building up within him, muscles contracting involuntarily. Inosuke felt as if he were hanging at the precipice, holding on desperately as he savored Aoi's tender techniques, unsure of what might happen if he relax and let go. He tried to answer, but his lips simply flapped wordlessly, unintelligible groans of delight leaking out instead. But his body spoke volumes, the pressure overwhelming his inexperienced resistance as she teased at the depression at his peak and the spot just beneath it simultaneously, the dam rupturing in that instant. With a loud, animalistic howl, Inosuke slammed his eyes shut as his cock became a geyser, spewing thick ropes of his seed at a great velocity. Shot after shot struck Aoi in the face, streaking over her features and splashing into her hair, the mighty Beast Pillar letting loose his entire load for her.
Several seconds passed before the haze cleared from Inosuke's head, his eyelids slowly opening as if from a dream, but as he looked down to Aoi, he quickly realized that he was and had been very much awake. "A-aoi!? Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Is it okay?!" he asked in a panicked voice, the worry clear as he checked on her well-being. He didn't know precisely what all that sticky cream was, and he was even more baffled by how he had been able to eject that much all over her. Even still, that thick erection stood at full height, throbbing even more intensely in Aoi's grasp as the last remnants of his load leaked onto her hand.
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He moaned, growled, and tensed no matter where she touched him and how she did so in all her exploration. It was as if everything and anything felt good to him. Even as she sought more feedback from his sounds, he did his best to form words and answer her through those throes of sensation. At times she was even afraid of overstimulating him, if there were such a thing. A small shift seemed to make him feel her anew all over again each time she changed her grasp. That apex and head was extra sensitive. The more she worked and the more he leaked, the easier and swifter those strokes became. His unfettered excitement and pleasure excited her in turn, her heart fluttering with his sounds.
She didn't get to dig and rub at those tender spots upon his crown for very long. Without warning, he suddenly sprayed directly from that central point into her face as she gazed intently down at him. With her thumb partially pinned against this tip, she had diffused the stream from directly getting into her eyes as she was staring, though plenty still lathered and clung to her lashes. The small gasp of surprise opened her mouth, catching a good taste of that spray inadvertently while her hand continued to point him straight at her, followed by instinctively swallowing. His flavor was musky and yet sweet, her tongue flicking to the drops clinging to her lips.
Semen clung to her eyes, dripping from her face and bangs as she opened one eye to him in the aftermath. His hazy vision quickly sobered into his worried questions as he straightened at the sight of her covered in his cum. She couldn't imagine how she must have looked to worry him so, but the surprise facial wasn't hurtful or even unpleasant. Especially not when he fretted so much in comparison.
"I'm fine, don't worry! I think that was supposed to happen," She assured him. She wiped one side of her face to clear her eye before doing the same for the other. "I should have been more careful. I didn't realize it was so powerful..." She soon noticed that, despite the spurt, his state of being didn't seem to be affected at all. "It feels like you're even bigger..?! I can even feel your heart beat here…" She marveled with some confusion and surprise, her hand pausing to hold him still. "Maybe I did something wrong. Do you want to try stroking yourself?"
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Inosuke still seemed apprehensive despite Aoi's insistence that she was fine, but as she wiped away that thick semen from her eyes without any further issue, he finally let out a sigh of relief. It was then that the young man noticed his body tingled pleasantly in the aftermath of his release, that knot of tension that had built up in his loins having unwound entirely, leaving him feeling quite good. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders; his entire body felt lighter. Though he couldn't help but be curious about that white cream that covered Aoi's face.
Reaching forward tentatively, his fingers wiped away a few globules clinging to her lower eyelashes, careful not to irritate her eye. Inosuke brought that substance close for inspection, eyeing it intently as he rolled it between the pads of his fingers, leaning in closer and sniffing at it. It was unlike anything he'd encountered before, so warm and thick, and it had an unusual scent that he couldn't place. Having witnessed Aoi tasting it, he too took a sample, bringing it to his tongue to continue his first exposure to his own semen.
"Tastes funny..." he said, smacking his lips a little awkwardly as he spoke. Any further thought on the matter drifted away as Aoi's grip on his length grew more pronounced, making Inosuke suck in a breath as she commented on his size. "Of course... Inosuke is powerful..." he managed to sigh, a small laugh sounding even as she kept touching his manhood, throbbing in her small hand. It was almost as if his cock had been awakened, each pulse causing it to twitch, the heat enough to make Aoi's hand feel cool in comparison.
At her direction, Inosuke nodded and reached down, wrapping his own hand around that thickness, much more easily able to wrap around his shaft than Aoi could. He mimicked the movements and technique she had used earlier, slowly stroking up and down that lewd pole and humming as similar sensations radiated throughout his body. The last vestiges of his ejaculation beaded at the head of his cock, rolling down that ridged crown as he pumped his dick more steadily, mixing with more of his precum as it began to flow anew. It felt good to touch himself like this, to stroke his fat cock in his hand, but it had felt even better when the soft palms of Aoi had pressed to his swollen flesh.
"Aoi... touch Inosuke more..." he muttered even as he persisted in his first taste of masturbation. His pale green eyes looked down at her with a pressing need, the sight of her nestled just in front of his cock enough to make him suck in a breath. He had sprayed her with so much cum, and yet she wasn't shying away. She was watching just as closely, and Inosuke thought he might even seen a glimmer of eagerness in her eyes as he pumped that heavy, meaty rod in front of her face.
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Aoi didn't know whether to wipe away or leave the viscous cream clinging to her face and hair after she had at least wiped her eyes. She didn't have to decide right away once Inosuke's curiosity brought him to take a bit of that and investigate more closely. His touch was constantly surprising her with how gentle he could really be. With all his sword swinging and that horrid handwriting the light pressure and control was truer to his abilities. Laughing softly at his remark for himself, Aoi tried to explain.
"That's your semen. It's your seed and what you plant in a woman's womb to make a baby once you decide to take a mate. You can make a family of your own. But you need to be careful who you give it to. And...unlike male boar's, you should stay and help take care of your mate and child. Hopefully you'll even make her your wife."
It wasn't that she already knew exactly what to say innately. She had been studying and practicing for how she was going to explain and tell Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho about what they were growing and developing into. For the girls it wasn't too intimidating a task. Shinobu had done a very natural job for her, even if she had made it sound a little bit scary. It would have been harder explaining to Kanao facing her blank stare, but Aoi had since assumed that someone else had since taken care of it when and if it was needed.
While Aoi had Inosuke touch for himself, she let her hands fall away beneath the water, taking a moment to get in a deeper breath and remember her surroundings and the feeling of the water around her. The way he stroked seemed a bit more natural and comfortable. It was also more arousing to see and watch him touch himself, oddly enough. She didn't even realize how intently she had been staring until he asked back for her touch. "Oh, okay..." Despite drawing her hands out of the water, her palm was more slick and wet when she began to cup and massage his testicles again. She had begun to touch herself beneath the water in the interm. While letting him continue to stroke his length, her other hand closed over his to help learn his rhythm. In an odd parallel, just like when learning writing together, it became easier to change places and touch that shaft directly herself with his hand enveloping hers. Except this time she let him guide her on how he liked to be touched.
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Inosuke listened to Aoi's sex education lesson even as he stroked himself in front of her, biting on his lower lip as she explained what his semen was and what it was intended for. Nodding along, he grasped what she was saying, trusting Aoi implicitly when it came to things like this. After all, she was the learned one, while he was simply a warrior raised in the wilderness. Already, he could feel that familiar tension knotting up within him again the more he pumped his fist over his cock, but looking at all that viscous semen still clinging to Aoi's face, slowly dripping down, he couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Does... does it feel good...? To wear my seed... to have it on you..." Other than clearing it from her eyes, she hadn't made a move to wipe it away any further other than licking her lips to taste more of him.
An audible shudder rose into the air, Inosuke's breath hitching as he felt the young woman cradle his testicles once again, her palms and fingers so very wet and warm. It was incredible how even a single touch could have such a profound effect upon his body, but each and every time Aoi tended to his manhood, it left him craving even more, the sensation proving to be addicting. While he couldn't distinguish the difference between her own fluids and the water of the hot spring while she cupped his sac and massaged his scrotum, the moisture clinging to the fingers that pressed atop his hand did feel slightly different to the touch. The question floated in his head, but he didn't ask it, his voice already committed to more low growls and pleased groans as she joined him in rubbing his surging cock.
It was just like their handwriting practice in reverse: her hand atop his to feel the rhythm and movement of his ministrations followed by his large hand covering hers as she did it herself under his guidance. Inosuke didn't want to speak lest he disturb Aoi's fixated concentration on his manhood, her approach to pleasuring him exploratory and studious, careful to take in each detail and improve. And it was working. Her strokes were smoother and more natural, matching the rhythm he had found earlier, steadfastly seeing to his pleasure and comfort.
As the tension built up closer to the point, Inosuke had enough awareness now to warn Aoi rather than simply erupting all over her face. "Inosuke...nnngg... feels like... his seed will explode..." he muttered through pursed lips. He was resisting that eruption once again, though unlike the first time where it was an unfamiliar sensation, this time it was specifically to savor Aoi's touch longer and not blast her right in the eyes. It seemed she enjoyed his semen to a degree, so he gave her time to react, though he only held out for a few moments longer before the floodgates opened once more.
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Aoi wasn't sure when it would have been appropriate to wash her face off. Of course, both of them would need to be clean and proper again to descend the mountain and return to the estate. But for the time being they weren't quite finished yet either. She didn't want him to feel like he was dirty for her to have to wash him off in the first place. And when he asked his question on how it felt she realized that she actually did rather like how he lingered on her. The steam and heat from the spring kept that fluid from drying, bathing her face in moisture and tingling knowing what it was. "It feels good because it's you." She managed to answer fairly confidently, the only hesitation her own misgivings on whether or not it made her a particularly perverted girl, or if she was simply very comfortable with him.
When it came to touching him again, his sounds and pleasure were reproduced immediately. It was also much easier now, both with the growing experience and the lubrication that his weeping tip had provided. As they worked his shaft together, Aoi stole up occasional glances to his face and expressions, content to linger and touch him as long as he needed. But it didn't take long for him to throb and pulse again, this time with more foresight to give his warning.
Even if he had blasted her in the face once more she wouldn't have minded. The alternative was to keep her hand over him and let him cum there, or simply shoot it into the hot springs. Following how he had asked her about wearing the marked semen on her body though, and her response, it felt more appropriate to do the same.
"It's okay, you don't have to hold back." As she said so, she was starting to straighten a bit in the pool, not managing to get up very far before he was already spurting.
She did raise her head enough that it didn't catch her eyes or face. At the same time the weight of their hands aimed him at her neck and chest, the warm, thick fluid hitting and dribbling down the curves of her breasts before more quickly coated them. She gasped with a small and soft sound, surprised at the feeling as the thick wet heat veiled her skin. Even though she was very warm now, the tips of each breast was taut with how they tingled.
When that stream began to slow, Aoi massaged and squeezed out even a little bit more from his manhood, bringing it to her lips again to taste more generously. Staring at him while he only became slightly softer, the thought passed over her mind that she could do the same as Yurie had done to kneel in front of him and use her mouth, but she hadn't even explored or experienced a more thorough, proper kiss yet. They had also spent a considerable amount of time there and more search parties were bound to come out after them.
"I think we need to head back soon.. You'll have to finish the rest in your own room." Aoi began reluctantly, her fingers smearing briefly over her breasts as she looked over how thoroughly he had marked her. Eventually she'd have to sink back in and retrieve the towel she had lost earlier to help wash off the rest. "You'll be okay, I hope..." She really hadn't had any other plan or back up to know what else to do if he simply wouldn't go down.
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Each and every pulse of his cock resulted in another burst of cum splattering onto Aoi, Inosuke growling as his muscles contracted and forced out every drop with such intensity. It felt even more incredible this second time, having shared the experience together and knowing precisely what would happen, and the resultant coat of semen all over her neck and chest produced quite the incredible sight. Inosuke panted for air, chest heaving as he looked down at the mess he had made and the smile on Aoi's face as all that warmth soaked into her skin. When they'd first arrived to the hot spring, she had been so nervous and shy, concealing herself and her nudity, and now she openly displayed those large, luscious breasts of hers for him to cum all over, cupping them and smearing his seed all over her pale skin.
While his erection hadn't entirely diminished, it certainly stood less vigilantly, sagging as the blood flow was restored, the final droplets falling onto her bust and into the water until her fingers wiped over his tip. His green eyes watched intently as she willingly brought the accumulation of his final leaks to her lips, an audible gulp sounding as he watched her taste his seed once more, this time without the surprise of his release causing it. It was erotic enough that his cock visibly throbbed once again, and if they'd had the inclination to continue, he certainly would have surged back to prominence with even the slightest of touches. But she was right; there would be more people out looking for her the longer they stayed away, and even as inconsiderate as he could seem, Inosuke didn't want to trouble the people at the Butterfly Estate too much. They were like family to him, good friends and so much more, and he didn't want them to worry. Still, there was a lingering question in his mind.
"Isn't there... can Inosuke do something to make Aoi feel good... like you did for me?" his words sounded between his heavy breaths, slowly regaining his usual rhythm as the tingling of his climax began to subside. Tentatively reaching forward, he cupped one of her supple breasts in his hand, giving it a slight squeeze while his thumb spread his seed over her skin, brushing over her stiff peak. He didn't press any further even though he wanted to, knowing that they really did need to get back, but he wanted to grant her the satisfaction and pleasure that he'd seen Hiro give to Yurie. In truth, he felt the urge to mate with her right then and there.
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Somehow her breasts seemed bigger when they were dressed in Inosuke's cum and while he was staring at the sight of them. After all his talk of her being the Oppai Boss, she could finally feel an inkling of that confidence that he had supported her with. All it took was to notice the feelings in her body and her willingness to trust and show herself to him as he clearly appreciated her. Aoi was verily perfect in her symmetry. Those globes were full without being overbearing but held an obvious natural weight to them as they tapered to each graceful point.
He tasted as good as he felt upon her with just the second sampling. But no matter how much she might have wanted more, or even to touch herself and her breasts, she tried to keep her head clear. At the very least, he was not so swollen and erect that it looked almost painful anymore. He also understood the urgency to leave and be back with the others in their normal, unassuming life at the estate. But it was kind of him to offer that he repay the care she had given him.
She hadn't expected him to reach out and touch her, too, but she didn't push his hand away or turn to hide herself either. Her lips parted as her chest swelled with the sharp intake of breath at the surprise. Not just because he had taken and supported one of her breasts in his broad, strong palm. But also because of the feeling that rippled up through her skin with the way he brushed her. The press of her thighs tightened as she stood, and she bit lightly on her lower lip as she struggled with accepting and staying logical.
"I-It's okay.." She began, her voice higher pitched and wavering in her attempt to stifle a sigh that might become a moan.
She could have shuddered and nearly cum just thinking of him squeezing and rolling both of her breasts covered in semen within those powerful hands. "I-If you want you can just...ahm... wash my back for me," she finally offered, the offer taking them back to where they had first begun. And while he did so she could more discreetly clean the rest of herself off. She wrapped her hands around both of his to draw him back into the spring with her, trying to give him an encouraging smile before she turned around to look for the lost towel. "Thank you, Inosuke... You've grown up to become such a sweet man."
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Inosuke held his breath as she rose to her feet, his eyes locked on her, unable to tear his gaze away. Each small gesture, every shift she made, it was all he could look at. His heart was beating out of his chest as that moment seemed to stretch on towards infinity. A moment crystallized and frozen in time that they shared. If she gave the slightest inclination, he would embrace her, hold her tight, and do everything in his power to make her feel just how the other woman had with her lover. Even more, even louder, giving her everything she desired. He would charge ahead even though he didn't know how all of it would end. If she wanted it, told him that she needed it, he would do anything for her in that moment. Mouth slightly agape, he watched as her lips quivered, as she bit down for a moment, and when she spoke those few words, Inosuke finally exhaled.
His hand moved easily as she grasped it, reaching out instinctively to meet the other as it sought meet his, fingers interlocking. "Inosuke will wash your back," he said without a hint of disappointment. After all, that was what she wanted, though he still wished she had wanted more. Slowly, their precious time together was drawing to a close, and they would have to return. It was only sensible, and perhaps it was Aoi that was slowly infecting him with a bit of rational logic. Everything she said made sense to him, and in the afterglow of those orgasms, he was particularly keen to heed her words.
He followed the pull into the water, still unable to tear his eyes from her. It felt like he might not ever be able to, even the simplest gesture continuing to captivate. It was a sensation even stronger than the lightness he felt thinking of Shinobu, more real than the distant impression of his mother, and more profound than the kinship he shared with Tanjiro and the others. Inosuke didn't know how to vocalize that feeling nor describe it, but his fingers squeezed her hands firmly to physically convey it, keeping her from turning to search for her towel for just a second longer. The smile came easily to his lips as he stared into her eyes, "Inosuke is happy. And Aoi is a kind woman."
Finally, his grip loosened to let her go. Another heavy breath ran through him, and while she fetched her towel, he let out a loud shout, venting some of those primal emotions into the night sky. The sound terminated as he dunked his head into the spring, shaking it back and forth to try to clear out all of the arousal he felt, reacting instinctively to not going further, coming up after only a few seconds. Inosuke dripped with water as he looked at her, the wide smile he normally wore having returned to his face as he boasted, "Inosuke is going to wash Aoi's back the best! No others will compare! Boss Inosuke is strong! Awesome!"
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With how focused he was on her, hanging on every word and completely attuned to any need or desire she could possibly have, Aoi felt as if she were the center of the world. His world. And it was all that she could have ever needed or wanted to be. If she was at all worried that he'd be disappointed that she hadn't been willing to do anything more just yet, his matter of fact echo after her suggestion dispelled any concern. He was still as eager and attentive as ever.
She did want more. But that voice of reason in the back of her head was ever present, the danger of being found out in a rather intimate situation very real, and she didn't want to worry the other girls more than she needed to. Just to feel his fingers wrap around hers, the pressure as he squeezed them, made Aoi brighten and feel happy. It was hard not to feel that way when he smiled so freely. "I'm happy, too." She returned easily. If Inosuke said that she was kind, then she knew it to be true.
While she was able to go and look around for the towel, his sudden shout nearly knocked her physically over with the surprise. If there was anyone who was starting to search again nearby or on the mountain at all, that sound would have surely chased them all away. Aoi caught herself on the nearby rock sporting the boar's head. She tried to quiet her fluttering heart from flying right out of her chest, looking back as he crested the water. That look on his face was very familiar. As were his proclamations. Spotting the towel lapping against the edges of the spring, she quickly retrieved it and returned to place it in his hands.
"All right, then, let's see how you do, Boss." Aoi grinned, turning to sit alongside the ledges that still allowed them to be partially submerged in the pool together. She brushed her hair over one shoulder so that he could better access her skin, rather looking forward to the experience. It had been a long time since she had bathed with anyone who could help her with the task, and just the gesture was recalling the distant memories of how her parents had done the same for her when she was a small child. Before they were killed by demons.
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Inosuke flared his nostrils after taking the wet towel in his hand, following along with Aoi to the shallows. Gradually, more and more of her pale skin came into view, the water glistening under the moonlight as it rolled down her back. It was still unusual to see the normally twin tailed girl with her hair down, but even different, Aoi was still an incredibly beautiful woman. Another heavy breath sounded from his nostrils as she pulled her wet locks to one side, baring the nape of her neck to him, and answering her challenge, Inosuke slid up right behind her and pressed the towel square between her shoulder blades.
Normally, he wasn't one for delicate washing, frenzied scrubs serving as a better description for his bathing habits, but his body was hard, his skin thick, and he knew that Aoi was so much softer and more smooth. Inosuke placed his left hand on her shoulder, touching that smooth skin directly while he began to scrub in the middle of her back. His breathing stayed heavy, close as he was to Aoi, and as he leaned in to keep up his ministrations, running the terrycloth over her shoulder, his manhood came to rest on the swell of her rear. At that first touch, Inosuke startled, his breath hitching, but he steeled himself to continue, smoothing her hair aside as he started to wash the back of her neck.
Once Aoi had readied for a proper wash, she still braced herself for that initial start, almost grimacing as she pressed her lips together and furrowed her brow for what could have predictably been an abrasive scrubbing. Instead that expectation never occurred, the terry cloth and Inosuke's touch itself remarkably gentle and methodical as he ran the towel up and down. While touching and lightly bracing her shoulder he attended to every spot and curve. She felt a bit more than just his hand and towel, straightening briefly when that lower member she had become more familiar with that night came to rest up against the curve of her rear just at the water.
While Inosuke worked, the girl slowly and discreetly drew up water against her chest and face, passing her fingers through her hair to wash out all of the jism that had clung to her skin and features. At the same time, washing also meant she was able to at least rub herself more, particularly over her breasts, until that slick texture eventually dissipated.
"Is Inosuke doing well...?" he asked softly, lips hovering right beside her ear. It was so tempting to turn her head and draw her into another kiss, but she had just wanted him to wash, so he resisted that urge. Still, he pressed closer up behind her, his hands and the towel running down the sides of her body while his manhood nestled against her rump, only half erect now. While his hands trailed down, they brushed against the sides of her breasts, once again extreme temptation causing his cock to surge against the small of her back, but another deep breath allowed the moment to pass. After all, the person he wanted to disappoint the least was Aoi.
"Yes, very well. Very soft and gentle," she assured him. Closing her eyes to focus on his touch and breath, her hopeful imagination strayed to the idea that she'd feel his lips pressing against her back or shoulders, or even draw her into another kiss. But both of them somehow managed to resist and stay focused throughout their mutual fantasies.
The few minutes of his washing of her back felt like it had been an hour, but it did soon pass, Inosuke pulling back with a soft sigh. Rising from the water and exiting the hot spring, he had a smile on his face despite the fact that his body still hungered for her, his heavy cock bobbing about, never having quite gone flaccid. Extending his hand, he helped her back onto the shore, making sure she had steady footing on the smooth, wet stones before guiding her over towards the shack where their clothing lay. He didn't hide his nudity from her, nor she from him, their bonds having deepened considerably over that short time together. As a part of that newfound comfort in one another's presence and bodies, Aoi had been unable to resist helping to dry him, buffing away water and toweling him down with familiar, practiced motions.
After they both dressed, she happily held his hand in turn for the descent. Going down the mountain was much easier than hiking up, but she was also feeling more relaxed and energized than ever. Especially after such a difficult couple of weeks. Other than when it was necessary to do so, Inosuke never let go of Aoi's hand, clutching it in his large palm even as they made their way down. Rather than rushing, they slowly took that switchback trail, winding back towards the Butterfly Estate. The intimate moment was over so soon, but the pair still at least managed to quietly enjoy one another's company. It was only at the base of the mountain that he finally let go, the warmth of that small hand lingering in his long after.
There were certainly some explanations due once they arrived back at the manor, and knowing that his strengths lay in different areas, he let Aoi take the lead, providing backup when needed. Going back to the manor, everyone was relieved. Kiyo was rather angry, though she could forgive that Inosuke was only trying to help Aoi. While the kakushi they had accidentally seen managed to hide away the rest of the night, Aoi avoided the hot springs as an excuse or explanation. Instead she tried to pass off their prolonged absence by saying that Inosuke had taken her for a walk around the far side of the mountain.
Inevitably, the time came for them to part and return to their rooms, but unable to shake the images that filled his head from their time at the hot spring, Inosuke put Aoi's sexual education to good use, spending a considerable amount of time feverishly masturbating. He groaned and growled, biting on his lip to keep from making too much noise, his hand furiously stroking his large, throbbing length while he thought of Aoi, cumming again and again. He lost count of how many times he came, eventually simply passing out naked in his bed, the sheets disheveled about him.
For Aoi, somehow having to say good night and part with one another so soon after returning was more awkward than having bathed together. But that didn't mean that their thoughts ever left one another for even a moment in their respective rooms and beds. Aoi was finally able to touch herself and relieve a little bit of that unbearable tension that had been building and festering, threatening to make her miserable. She came hard and quickly, only needing to pinch between her legs and imagine how that heavy cock in her hands felt equally weighty inside of her body even if her two fingers were a far cry from his actual thickness. Recalling and basking in his surprising gentleness and touch, she fell asleep from exhaustion, more relaxed than she had felt in weeks.
Any hopes that they could continue their time together soon were shattered by the early morning shrieking caws of a crow, Inosuke's own making it inside his room and waking him even before the light of dawn shone over the horizon. The Pillars were assembling for a matter of grave importance, and he was summoned immediately. While he didn't want to leave so suddenly, so shortly after the previous night, he couldn't refuse. He found time to quickly write a parting message, trying his best to write Aoi's name in a cleaner handwriting. The contents of his message reverted to his wild, energetic style, as if the words had come shouting from his own voice and onto the page. 'INOSUKE MUST GO! BUT INOSUKE WILL RETURN! STRONG! AWESOME! BOSS INOSUKE WILL CHARGE TO OPPAI BOSS!'
Aoi had woken up quite a bit later than usual. But even if she had been up with the sun she still would have missed saying goodbye. In a way it could have been a good thing, avoiding any odd or awkward interaction after such an interesting night together. But she still wished that she could have at least prepared him a meal to take and wished him well. He had left her quite a mess to clean up in his room, but his letter more than made up for it. The document was kept with his other self-proclaimed first letter. It was true that if she ever missed or started to let her worries run away from her she could just look at them again and let the wild scrawl chase away any misgivings and doubts.
Aoi thought of him even more than she usually did, the wild boar boy taking precedence over even the other slayers. Despite having initially believed that he was still immature and merely another friend or close ward, the more she thought of him, the more she was quickly realizing that he had unexpectedly developed and become quite a good and capable man over the years despite his lack of social upbringing. Maybe even someone who she could be interested in as soon as she began to realize that such a thing was both fitting and possible for the unexpected pair. She did enjoy all their time together, whether she was acting as a nurse or teacher. Even if he didn't know how to develop a relationship like the rest of society, he had clearly showed his thoughtfulness and care for her in return.
As much as she looked forward to his visit, she hoped it wouldn't be under the usual circumstances: bloody, broken bones, and worst of all on the edge of death. But she did want to see him again, that feeling mutual given that he would even feel the same.
