Author's Note: We're getting close to the end here. If you came here for the plot, there is no plot; just sweet, sweet lovin'.

This scene was one of the first I wrote for this fic; everything has been leading up to this point. This scene was also the reason why the last was so short; I had to reconfigure and hammer out everything around it.

"Caught in love's eternal chase / Moon follows Sun, forever reflecting its light embrace."

Mikan hummed, taking pleasure from soaking in the sunshine and the sounds of Natsume's poetry recitation, her legs tangled together with his, her foot pleasantly rubbing against his calves.

"You write that?" She opened one eye to peek at Natsume, intently focused on interpreting the words from the book in his hands.

"No, of course not," he mumbled, decisively sliding a bookmark into the pages and snapping the book shut. "If I wrote poetry, it'd be much filthier and much more straightforward."

Mikan snorted in amusement, closing her eyes once more. Then, she changed her mind and rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.

"What would you write about me?"

Natsume quirked an eyebrow. "About you?"

"Yeah, if you were talented with words and you chose to write a poem dedicated to me, what would you say?"

"I am talented with words."

Mikan rolled her eyes and plucked a grape from the various snacks they had brought to their picnic. "Seriously."

Without even a second thought, Natsume once more uttered a very explicit description of his plans for their impending wedding night and for all the nights thereafter and even before if she wished, about what he'd do to her on that very picnic blanket if she consented.

Mikan listened steadfastly, using her newly gifted sexual experiences to bring Natsume's words to life in her mind, the long-forgotten grape hovering on her lips. The images produced brought a blaze to her cheeks, but she let him continue, intoxicated by his words.

When he finished, with heady eyes, he leaned closer and pushed the grape into her mouth, letting his fingers linger on her lips, tracing the edges.

Suddenly, she sat up and began to rummage through the basket. He copied her, rising so they were leaning into each other, as lovers should be. She pulled out a decanter of water.

"Thirsty," she mumbled through her dry mouth, and she focused very hard on not trembling. Despite her efforts, Natsume's words had left their mark, and a little stream trickled from the edge of her lips down her chin and falling onto her dress.

"Getting wet, are we?"

"Wow, it sure is getting hot."

"Look, a cloud comes." Sure enough, within seconds, the sky darkened with the shade of a cloud, but even that did not relieve the fire pooling low in Mikan.

"It sure is… coming," she finished lamely.

The silence buzzed with tension, and they both knew it. Natsume was simply waiting for Mikan to spring first.

"What do you want, Mikan?" he prompted.

"Oh, just kiss me already." With that, she quite literally pounced on Natsume, crushing her lips against his.

The passion overtook her, and Mikan let out a low moan of frustration as she opened her mouth and coaxed Natsume's tongue into it, but he wasn't indulging her. He was teasing her too much.

She bit his bottom lip and he pulled away slightly with a hiss of pain, his lip still caught between her teeth. Almost vengeful, he nipped at her neck, marking her with little love bites.

MIkan curled her legs, pulling his closer, and that's when she felt it, against her inner thigh.

She pulled away and looked down. Once more, Natsume didn't say anything; instead, watching her face for her feelings.

Before she lost her courage to say what she wanted, she blurted, "Can I see it?"

Natsume looked over his shoulder and around them. Nobody in sight. "Right here, right now?"

"Yeah, if it's okay with you."

"Of course, it's okay with me. Help yourself, Mi - kan." The way he drew out her name made her blush, but she supposed she had little to be embarrassed about after having asked to see his erection.

With surprisingly steady hands (she thought she would have trembled), she untucked his tunic from his trousers.

Before she took the leap, she glanced at Natsume one final time, and he nodded, giving his consent. He helped her by lifting his hips up as she slid his trousers and undergarments down just enough to reveal his hard, jutting cock.

"Oh."

MIkan had nothing to compare it to. Even the anatomy and medicine books hadn't prepared her for the sight in front of her. Tilting her head, Mikan tried to look at it from another angle, taking in the image of Natsume as a whole and how his skin continued seamlessly from his stomach into this piece of him that she hadn't seen before.

Underneath the long, thick rod, Mikan had heard them referred to as "balls," but they didn't look like balls; they looked like a round sack.

"Can I… "

"You can touch it. After all, it'll be yours when we marry."

At first, she reached out with one finger, tracing the slit and the length of it, but she couldn't really get a sense of it still. So she grabbed as though she were shaking hands.

"Ah, Mikan!" Natsume flinched away. "Warn me next time."

She let go. "Oh, sorry, how should I hold... it?"

"Like you were before," he reached for her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, "just not so firm at first. You're not shaking a hand."

"Well, I am saying hi to it for the first time." With his hand over hers, Natsume started a rhythm and Mikan was briefly mesmerized by how his skin rippled and moved beneath her hand. "What should I call it?"

He shrugged. "Cock, dick, penis, whatever you like."

"No, I mean, do you have a nickname for it? I heard some people do."

"Would you like to name it? I'll give you the honors."

"What… What do men usually call their… penises?"

"I'm not usually in the habit of discussing other men's genitals, but I suppose Junior is pretty popular. Natsume Junior. Little Natsume. My Little Friend."

"Mikan's Little Friend," she said, tightening her grip.

"Mikan's Little Helper."

"Mikan's Little Orgasm-Bringer."

Natsume's jaw fell, and he laughed incredulously at her lewdness. "Well, it hasn't exactly earned that title yet."

Mikan brought her other hand over to help her pump. "Is this… making you feel good?"

"It's a bit rough since it's not lubricated, but you're doing fantastic."

"Not… lubricated?"

"Yeah, let me fix that." Replacing her hands, Natsume leaned over and spit directly on his cock, rubbing his saliva all over. "There, all wet now."

Maybe I should just put it in my mouth…

"Maybe I should just put it in my mouth," suggested Mikan, retaking the reins from Natsume, squeezing the base and working her hands up towards the head.

"No, you don't have to do that for me. Besides, I like talking to you, you know, while you're jerking me off. Hard to talk with a dick in your mouth."

Even though she had said some pretty shameless things, Mikan still blushed. "How are you so casual about this?"

He grinned wolfishly. "Part of the thrill, I guess."

Mikan looked at him, then down at his cock. "It's drying now."

"Yeah, usually, we use something like tororo-jiru, but I don't think we brought any."

Pausing for only one second and making her mind up the next, Mikan tucked her hair behind her ears and leaned so she was lined up above his cock. Since she was a lady, she wasn't used to spitting with force. Working her mouth, she gathered as much as she could before pursing her lips to take aim, letting it dribble a bit first, and then spitting as hard as she could.

Thankfully, it landed, and Mikan lathered his cock. "It is much easier to move when it's wet." Growing more enthusiastic, Mikan jerked him harder, making Natsume breathe heavier, a bit fascinated when she pulled his skin down all the way to reveal a hidden tip.

Unable to resist any longer, Mikan bent down and gave the slit a quick swipe with her tongue.

"Mikan!" He shook his head in mock disapproval. "You naughty, naughty girl."

"What? I want to explore, too," she protested innocently. He had had his mouth and tongue all over her body; shouldn't it be her turn?

"Explore with your hands, not your mouth. Not yet," he promised.

"Okay," she agreed, her hand drifting lower. "Oh, wow, they actually are balls." Although they appeared as a fleshy sack, Mikan could feel two distinct round balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Natsume groaned, his hips pushing forward.

"Does that feel good?"

Natsume answered with a throaty moan. His hands clutched at her.

"Please, Mikan, let me touch you."

"Where?

"Anywhere," he begged.

Just as Natsume had, Mikan looked around and still saw nobody. They (or rather, Natsume) had chosen a rather private clearing for their picnic. Had he planned it?

His reactions told her no; he hadn't expected anything more than a mere picnic. Scooting closer to him, Mikan let his hands undo the buttons on her dress as her own hands pumped his cock lightly. They separated momentarily to fling her dress off to the side, stripping Mikan down to a nearly see-through chemise.

Pulling down the straps, Natsume slowly peeled away the silky fabric to reveal Mikan's breasts. His cock twitched and hardened even more in her hands.

"Come here," he growled, and before Mikan knew it, he pulled her on top of him, and she squealed as she felt Natsume bite her nipple and his fingers stroking her wet pussy. He worked fast, and Mikan pumped her hands to keep up with his pace.

His middle finger slipped in, and Mikan looked down to see his spread hand between her legs, expertly curling his finger, as her hands squeezed and slid up and down, creating a wet and absolute obscene sound.

His cock was so close… she was sure he could feel the radiating heat. She wanted it closer. She rubbed it along her inner thighs.

"Mikan," he warned, clutching her hips tightly with his right hand, his left pressed against her breast.

"I know, I know," she mumbled, still marveling at the sight of Natsume's cock between her legs, her imagination fueling her desires.

They weren't allowed to have intercourse yet, not until they consummate their marriage for which, well, they had to be married first.

As a maiden, Mikan knew the rules, and as a lady of faith, she followed them.

But…

"Just the tip," she insisted. "I just want to feel you."

He looked at her, ignoring their nudity for the moment. She looked back, no sign of hesitation or qualms.

"Just the tip," he agreed.

Almost excitedly, the corner of her lips curled in a smile as they both settled to watch where their bodies would connect.

With one firm hand, she slid the head of his cock along her folds, making it glisten, and soon she found the little bud that Natsume had focused on each time. She rubbed herself along the length of him, making sure to hit her clit.

Natsume groaned in appreciation.

But she wanted to feel more than just the outside. She paused, hovering over him before directing him inside. It was a tight fit so she widened her legs as far she could. Though Natsume held her hips, he let her set the pace.

First, only the tip pushed against her slit, but slowly, it disappeared inside her, one centimeter at a time. Mikan looked down and saw there was still plenty to go.

Natsume reminded her breathily, "Just the tip."

Mikan nodded, taking the full inch inside her. That wasn't so bad. She had heard stories of pain and blood, but instead, Mikan felt like she wanted more. Mikan slid up until the tip popped out, then she held it again so she could slide down once more, a little bit farther than before.

Coming back up, she soon found a rhythm and started a light bounce, shallowly impaling herself over and over but never letting Natsume's cock leave.

Placing her hands behind her on his knees, she lifted herself up onto her feet so she could control the depth better. With her hips too far up, Natsume's hands settled around her ankles.

The movement caused her breasts to jiggle, and Natsume flipped up the flimsy fabric so he could have a better view of her pussy getting barely fucked by him. She panted as the exertion on her thighs caused her skin to flush with a sweaty sheen.

Mikan sank lower and lower and Natsume watched as more than just the tip disappeared, Mikan taking another inch.

She started to bounce feverishly, taking inch by inch of Natsume until she had nearly sunk down halfway, and she moaned wantonly.

"Mikan, stop," he cautioned, unable to stop her, his mouth stuck in a permanent gasp of pleasure.

She shook her head, revelling in the sensation of her untouched flesh being parted by Natsume, finding glory in the power of making her future husband moan for her.

She wondered what it'd feel like to have him embedded deep inside her,

"No." He pulled himself away from her, almost as though he could read her thoughts.

Mikan moaned desperately. "I want you," she whimpered as she sat back on the blanket and slid her hand down to finish the job with her clit, her hips bucking against nothing, trying to find friction. "I want you inside me. Please, Natsume. Please."

She pulled out her ultimate: "I want you to fuck me."

Her spread legs perfectly displayed her weeping pink flesh, but Natsume resisted the temptation, though his eyes were attracted back to the sight. "And I will, but not now. After we've married."

Mikan bit back a needy cry. Seeing her misery, Natsume lay on his stomach and pulled her legs over his shoulders, his hands clutching her ass. He set to work, parting her folds and lapping at her clit.

Happily, Mikan sighed, threading one hand into his dark hair, pushing him deeper, closer, inside.

Inhibitions long gone, her moans split the air. Too light-headed to form coherent sentences, she only managed his name and a few strangled sounds.

"Natsume! Oh, Natsume!"

He hummed, letting her know he heard her. About to collapse, she lay back down, finding the position to better thrust her hips against his hot mouth. Her other hand, no longer needed to support her, searched for something to hold onto and found his hand.

He interlocked their fingers as he brought her to the edge.

"Natsume!" she cried out as her vision faded to black and her world shattered.

Riding the pulsing waves, he finished her neatly, sucking until she had regained control of her body.

As before, she went limp, relaxing into a rapture so potent, she felt euphoric.

Natsume lay down next to her, and she instinctively curled around him, their legs tangled once more, his still present erection resting on her thigh. The sun returned, bathing their sweat-slicked flesh, warm inside and out.

"Natsume," she murmured with a sleepy grin, her eyelids heavy.

"Happy?"

Mikan mustered the energy to nod her head and hum contentedly. Within moments, she dozed off.

Natsume chuckled, his chest bursting with emotion. How perfect she was.

He lay a kiss on her forehead, and her chin raised, as though she expected a kiss on her mouth. He obliged her, a light kiss, but he felt her lips move against his.

"Aren't you sleeping?" he whispered, his breath ghosting over her.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Yeah, you did.

"Mmm, I could fall asleep."

"Then go to sleep."

She shook her head stubbornly, her eyes opening. Natsume saw agitation and restlessness within.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, everything is great and wonderful and amazing." She was quite literally singing his praises.

"Then go to sleep. I'll look after everything," he assured her.

"No. I want to suck your cock."

Natsume choked. "Mikan?"

"You heard me, Natsume." She stared him straight in the eyes, and Natsume marvelled in wonder at what brought the sudden transformation. "I want to suck your cock. In fact, I want you to shove your cock so deep and so hard in my mouth that it feels like you're fucking my throat."

His cock twitched in response, as if to say, "I'm here! Were you talking about me?"

Recovering from the shock, Natsume brought his thumb to her mouth and swiped at her lip, lightly teasing: "Who taught you how to talk like that, huh?"

She looked down at his finger, up at him, and then back at it. Tilting her head, she wrapped his digit with her tongue and started sucking on it.

Surprised, he jerked his hand away, staring wide-eyed at the new vixen in front of him.

He kissed her, as if that could deter her from her newfound mission, but her naughty, naughty hands could not be distracted. She resumed stroking his erection with a renewed vigor.

Mikan was unstoppable.

"Okay," he surrendered. "But we'll go slow. Don't try to deepthroat on the first try."

Leaning back onto his elbows, he allowed Mikan to go down, settling in between his legs with her face at his crotch, a reversal of their earlier positions.

Her lips pursed, as though puckering for a kiss, instead of tucked in.

"Wait, wait. Fold your lips in, like this," he demonstrated for her, "so you don't accidentally bite me." She did as he instructed, and he nodded with approval.

For a moment, Mikan eyed his erection seriously, and without further ado, she dropped her mouth completely on him, sucking on him like the last ice pop in the box.

"Ah! Fuck!" Her hands were nothing compared to her warm mouth. From all those meals he'd watched her devour and all that sass she gave him, he knew that mouth was going to be good.

"That's really good, Mikan," he praised breathlessly, a hand drifting to the back of her head, just in case. "Use your tongue a bit more - ah, yeah, just like that. Mhmmm."

Motivated by his reactions, she promptly set about sucking him off furiously, her mouth a blur as she held the base of his cock firmly in one hand.

"Stop, stop, stop," he cried, pulling her head off him and jerking his hips away.

Her face pinched in concern. "Did I hurt you? Did I accidentally bite you?"

Natsume took a second to breathe. "No, but you're very enthusiastic."

"Is that bad?" she asked self-consciously, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Not bad," he assured her, relaxing back down, "just… we want to build up to it. Take our time and enjoy it. If we continued at that pace, it'd be over quickly for me."

"Oh." Mikan frowned. Over the last few weeks, Natsume had spent hours lavishing her, so attentive and mindful of her responses to him. He hadn't rushed, not until the final moments when she wanted him to.

She could do better. She would do better.

Trying her best to imitate him, she began by caressing his stiff cock, fondling his balls like before. Then, purposefully, she wrapped her tongue around the head, swirling the tip. His hand returned to its place in her hair, and she knew he liked it.

More slowly, Mikan sucked, bobbing her head up and down until she found a nice rhythm. She carefully watched his facial expressions, and when he caught her looking up at him with wide eyes and half his cock in her mouth, his head tilted back with a breathless, "Oh, God."

Then her curiosity overpowered her again.

Shifting from side to side, she steadily fed inch by inch into her mouth until she had reached the base. She pushed her head forward and down, determined to take it all, but it was too much. Whimpering, she choked, spitting it out and gasping with tears in her eyes.

"Fuck, Mikan, what did I say? You never listen. Be a good girl for once."

"I am a good girl," she pouted, strands of saliva hanging from her lips, though she was eager to try it again. Maybe one day she'd be an expert in pleasure like Natsume.

His cock was more than wet enough, and Mikan momentarily allowed herself to recover by jerking him off, her hand covered with her own spit. At ease now, she was amazed at the fact that the appendage of Natsume's that she was stroking had once gone inside her. Not all the way, but close enough.

She lay her cheek on his upper thigh, looking at it. Stopping for a second, she took her hand and measured it: lengthwise and widthwise. Maybe later, with her closest confidantes, she would ask around and compare, just to know. Mikan was perfectly happy with Natsume's cock, but she did wonder.

"You doing okay down there?"

"Yes, I'm just…. " Mikan trailed off, playing with his dick.

"Admiring it? I know the feeling. I did the same when I saw your pussy for the first time."

"No, you didn't."

"Haunts my dreams at night," he murmured as Mikan raised her head again. "The tip is the most sensitive, right on the - yeah." Her tongue went back and forth on the little slit. She licked at it gently, lapping like a kitten with a saucer of milk.

Kissing the head, she closed her eyes, pretending it was Natsume's lips. Before she realized it, she let out a moan as his cock invaded her mouth. The hunger rose up within her suddenly, and she became suddenly aware that she wanted, once again, nothing more than to take it all and gag on his dick once again. Maybe have him push it up into her throat.

"What is this feeling, Natsume?" Perhaps it was a common sensation, to be so intently determined to make her betrothed feel good.

"Hmmm?" Alerted by her tone, he rose up completely, but she remained where she was. It was a very pleasing sight for him, seeing her and his cock in the same frame, but it also gratified him to know how quickly she grew comfortable with his dick in her face.

Almost absent-mindedly, she curled her hand around his cock, just resting there. "I… I don't feel like I want you inside me, but I want you to… to… have your way with me." The idea of Natsume using his strong, capable hands to hold her still as he violated her mouth stirred a warmth within her loins and in her cheeks.

"Ah," he said in understanding. "That's your kink. It's like a fantasy or an idea you have in your head while you have sex to heighten your pleasure. Mine, for example, is the thought that when we get married, I'm going to enjoy your body every single night in our bed and fuck you gently to sleep, and in the morning, I'll fuck you gently awake. And every single time, I'm going to shoot my load into your pussy and make you keep it in there so we can start a family."

Mikan quite enjoyed the sound of his description, thinking of all their future children and how happy, loud, and energetic their house would be. "Oh, well, I like that, too."

"Is that what you were thinking about just now? Me fucking you?"

"No, I was…thinking about how much I enjoy your cock in my mouth."

Natsume smirked. "Oh yeah? You like sucking me off? Do you like it when I call you a good girl?"

"But I am," she said, thinking about how she honored her parents and followed the law of the land. Sure, maybe she had considered having pre-marital sex just now, but that was okay! Natsume was her betrothed and her future husband. It was perfectly reasonable to explore themselves with each other.

"Then are you a bad girl? A naughty girl?"

Mikan gasped, flustered by his words. Although it was cloudy, she could feel her skin heat up as though they were basking in the sun.

He smiled wickedly, his hand rising to brush through her hair. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you? Letting your betrothed do naughty things to you all the time. You're a little slut."

"Don't call me that!" she protested. It was a vulgar word, one reserved for brothels, but hearing that name come from Natsume's mouth… She rubbed her thighs together uncomfortably. Maybe she was one. Would that be so bad?

"It's true, isn't it? You're my slut." He grabbed her chin, tracing his thumb over her lips. She watched him with wide eyes. "Nobody else can touch you, but you'd let me have my way with you, wouldn't you?"

She flushed even deeper. "No - that's not true!"

"Or maybe… " Natsume considered her feisty attitude, her previous position on top of him. "You like me underneath you. You like me melting in your hands. Do you like telling me what to do?"

"Is that an indirect way to tell me I'm bossy?"

"No, maybe, you just like to be on top." Like a good betrothed, he lied back down, encouraging her to start again by placing his hand over hers on his erection. "Do you like knowing that I've never been with anyone else but you?"

"Yes, I do," she confessed, focusing once more on the hard task in front of her.

"Then I'm all yours for the taking. You can use my cock whenever you want," he whispered, losing himself in the sensation of Mikan's shy mouth on him. "For you, I'd be your whore."

She lifted her head, aghast. "You're not my whore, Natsume."

Judging by her face, he could tell he went too far; perhaps those words were still too strong for her. "We'll figure it out. These things can take a few tries," he murmured, watching her figure out how to use both her hands and mouth at the same time.

With his fantasies refreshed in his mind, he imagined how wonderfully free they would be once they got married. How he could take his sweet time plowing her in their bed, in their bath, in the secret hallway off the third floor corridor. Maybe he'd make her scream loud enough so everyone in the estate would hear her be pleasured, everyone knowing it was him doing that.

His hand clutched at the picnic blanket. He was close.

"You can choose to spit or swallow," he told her, unable to stop the thrusts into her mouth.

"Hmm?" she hummed around his cock. Natsume groaned from the vibrations.

"I'm about to come," he gasped, right on the edge. "Do you want to spit it out or swallow it?"

"Can you… not in my mouth?" She had never seen a male orgrasm before. She didn't know what it'd taste like.

"I'll finish on your face, if that's okay."

"On my face?"

Sweaty, he nodded wordlessly, his mouth open, as he took over for her, furiously squeezing his swollen cock.

"Oh!" The first shot caught her by surprise, landing on her nose. Thinking quickly, she closed one eye so it wouldn't get in but she could still watch as Natsume erupted, thick stands from such a narrow slit.

At last, it ended, and Mikan opened her eyes. Some of it had managed to shoot onto her face, but most spilled onto her hand and on his thighs. Raising her hand to see his seed better in the light, she examined it closely, the milky whiteness, before tentatively bringing it to her mouth and scooping a little with her tongue.

It was salty.

But tasty.

It was the essence of Natsume. Pure Natsume.

She licked her lips.

Seeing his slit still dribbling, she put her mouth on him again and sucked. Hard.

"Mikan! Ah!" He twisted beneath her, pushing her face off, but she was persistent, feeling his cock soften between her lips. "It's really sensitive - God!"

She let his cock go with a pop, licking her lips for the faint aftertaste. "Maybe I should have swallowed. It'd be much cleaner."

Breathing heavy and calming himself down, he said lightly, "Oh well, maybe next time."

"Now?" she suggested. Dragging one finger across her cheek, she watched his semen drip before putting it to her tongue. She wanted more.

Rolling over, Natsume groaned at her growing insatiability. "Give me a second. Please."

"Okay," she agreed easily, determined to hold him up on his promise later. Resting back on Natsume's legs, she set about cleaning her face and hand while resuming their poetry reading.