AN: Ack. The dates are catching me. I thought I'd timed everything out but now I'm feeling like I got tripped up somehow. It's a minor detail and I'm sure none of you care much, but it hurts my brain just a little.
Mitsukake was weirdly easy to write once I started this chapter, but Suzaku did he give me fits in the planning stages! Kitty Lynne helped me a lot with that wayyy back and also was responsible for planning portions of the Tasuki chapter. Scarlet Rook is responsible for editing and keeping me from overusing certain euphemisms. She's also largely to blame for encouraging all the bad jokes and prodding me to keep going and doing brainstorming sessions with me. And for making me watch Sense8 which totally inspired Tamahome's inner mind theater.
ValyEmma! I do dare. I dare a lot. We will see how daring I get. I have notes.
Stormlight. Thank you! If you wanna write a sequel, (a whole series of sequels!) I ain't gonna stop you! I am excited and terrified to write Nuriko's chapter.
ThatPageantGirl: OMG Nuriko is the new Chichiri at this stage of the fic. He's sneaking into scenes where he wasn't supposed to be. Hehe. Literary experience. I try. There is a line in this chapter that I will never be able to top and its actually super innocent, but I consider it peak woman culture. Lol.
Art of Love
Red Courage
Chapter 17
Miaka was surprised to realize Nuriko had managed to spend the better part of the afternoon getting her ready. He hung around for a short time afterward, scuttling about and checking his watch like some sort of Secret Service Agent on a mission. He wouldn't let Miaka in on what he was doing, leaving her alone with her thoughts in the living room, scolding her if she so much as paced impatiently.
Luckily, that didn't last long and Nuriko packed his things up and deposited them in his own room, saying, "No sense in dragging everything home when it'll just be coming back in a few days."
Miaka couldn't argue with that wisdom, mentally calculating the date. Since she hadn't been going to work and hadn't even really left the manor, it had been all too easy to lose track of the date. Was it really Thursday?
Sunday would be the final day of the ceremony then. Taitsukun had said they would be free to move between the worlds, but it made sense to make sure they had everything they might want or need before then. Just in case.
Hurrying down the stairs, Nuriko checked his watch again. "Looks like it's time for me to go!" He paused to look at her as she stood up to see him off and shuffled over to take her hands in his. "You look beautiful. Don't be nervous." His eyes caught hers and he leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on her cheek. Giving her hands one last squeeze, he cackled mischievously again as he headed out the door. "Have fun tonight, and don't forget your promise!"
Miaka stood there, dumbfounded as she stared at the closed door, slightly worried about what Nuriko might have planned for her if he was willing to go to these lengths for Mitsukake.
When the doorbell rang again, Miaka's heart leapt. Mitsukake had finally arrived!
Feeling unduly nervous after all of Nuriko's build up, Miaka hurried over to the door and yanked it open to reveal her Seishi staring down at her in the fading twilight. He looked slightly harried, as though he'd had a rough day at work and had rushed here in order to make sure he was on time. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing a dusting of hair on both his forearms and chest.
Body hair had never really done it for her before, but on Mitsukake it worked. Miaka swooned at the idea of running her fingers over such a mundane display of masculinity.
Seeing Miaka, Mitsukake's eyes lit up and his posture noticeably relaxed as he drank in the sight of her in the doorway. He licked his lips, managing a soft, "You look beautiful."
"Really? You aren't just saying that?" Miaka wasn't the type to fish for compliments, but she also wasn't used to people openly complimenting her. She felt like she had to double check.
Mitsukake laughed. "I've always thought you were beautiful, even as a girl. I'm not blind."
"But…" Memories of her rescue from Suboshi in a state of near nakedness flitted through her mind. She'd managed to block most of the event out, but now that she thought about it… Mitsukake had certainly ogled her as much as any of the others.
"And now?" She prodded.
"I see you as all woman. I woman whom I love deeply as a friend." He looked her up and down appreciatively, his expression making something in Miaka's gut burn. "That dress looks stunning on you."
Miaka smiled, hunching her shoulders up to her ears and swishing the skirt cutely. "Thanks. It has pockets!"
His smile widened as he looked her up and down again. "So it does." He lifted the hand that had been dangling at his side to hand her a slightly squashed bouquet of assorted flowers. Miaka could see a half dozen pink roses, surrounded by daisies and baby's breath with a dash of Forget Me Not's thrown in. "These are for you." He looked slightly embarrassed at their less than pristine state, but still hopeful.
Miaka graciously took the flowers, giving them a cursory sniff. "They're lovely. Thank you!"
"It was the least I could do." His voice echoed around the foyer as he stepped inside, even though he was speaking quietly. "We haven't really gotten much chance to speak one on one since my reawakening." He rubbed the back of his neck and Miaka realized suddenly that he was just as nervous as she was. "I thought making tonight as close as possible to a real date might help us to break the ice, so to speak."
"Aww, Mitsukake, that's so sweet." Miaka rested a hand against his arm, clutching the flowers to her chest. "Help me find a vase so I can put these in water, okay?"
"Of course." He rumbled, falling into silence and following at her heels. The short distance to the kitchen felt like a mile, her shoes clacking gently against the hardwood floors. It went against her upbringing to wear shoes in the house, but Nuriko had insisted she'd need them.
As though sensing Miaka's growing unease, Mitsukake cleared his throat. "Have you been eating properly?"
"I have. It turns out Hotohori is a great cook." Miaka set the flowers aside as she searched for a vase or at the very least a container large enough for the bouquet. Finding one underneath the counter in a back cabinet, she added, "Maybe he'll make breakfast for us tomorrow and you can try it!"
Mitsukake grimaced. "I would like that very much, but I'll have to leave early for my next shift. I'm very glad to hear that the others have been taking care of you." His face darkened in a frown. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to be around much. Being a physician often means putting everyone else's needs above my own."
"That's okay. I'm sure we'll be able to make up for lost time." Miaka tried to disguise her disappointment by methodically cutting the flowers and arranging them lovingly in the vase, her brows knitting together in thought. "Are you… feeling okay about tonight?"
Mitsukake's eyes widened in surprise and he nearly tripped over his own feet as he searched for an answer. "Of course, I'm okay with it. I was worried you wouldn't be. Things have moved very quickly since you learned about the ceremony and we haven't even spent a whole day together yet…" His face reddened a bit. "I thought you might think it's too soon."
"Truthfully, I'd have liked a little more time, but we don't have that." She lowered her eyes, smiling softly. "I consider you a good friend, Mitsukake. One I'm finding that I am very attracted to… so long as we're both honest with each other, I think we'll be just fine."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Miaka." Mitsukake crossed the room to stand just in front of her, his hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. "Now, I have a little surprise for you."
A surprise? Miaka's interest piqued and she looked up at him expectantly. "What kind of surprise?"
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise," He chided her gently. "Close your eyes."
Obediently, Miaka closed her eyes and allowed her Seishi to steer her out of the room. Her nose told her what the surprise was long before she was allowed to open her eyes, but she kept them closed out of respect for Mitsukake. When he finally let her open them, her mouth was already watering from the delectable aroma of food.
The dining room was set with pristine designer china for two, the lights dimmed and a pair of candles already lit. There was a butler cart set off to the side with several covered dishes that could not disguise the fact that someone had ordered a full course meal from one of the most expensive restaurants in town! "How? When?" Miaka gaped in confusion.
"Since we can't go out, I wanted to make this as close to a real date as possible."
"Wow, Mitsukake. I'm impressed!" She turned to look up at him and grinned when he blushed. "Is this a really belated apology for stealing my fish?" He was a far cry from the grizzled mountain man who had stolen food from her to feed his cat.
Mitsukake blinked, as though searching his memory for when he might've tried to take anything from his dear Priestess and then snorted. "If this will get me off the hook for that, then yes. That's exactly what this is."
Guiding Miaka to her chair, he scooted her in and then moved to retrieve their dinner from the butler cart. Wisely, he held Miaka's out of reach until he had everything set up just the way he wanted it and then placed the dish in front of her.
Miaka tried to hold in the drool as she took in the sight of the fabulous French dish before her. Her appetite screamed at her to swallow it whole but she managed to control herself, waiting for Mitsukake to be seated as well before she started in on her meal.
The two of them ate in silence for a moment, only minimal sounds of appreciation audible until Miaka couldn't take the silence any longer. "How was your day at work?"
Mitsukake nearly choked. "Are you sure you want to know?"
Miaka frowned. "Of course I do." Wasn't that question a perfectly normal thing to ask?
He held up a finger, wiping his mouth delicately and reaching for the bottle of white wine. He poured them both a generous amount, handing her one glass and taking a sip of his before reaching out to clink their glasses together. He had the amused look of someone waiting for a child to injure themselves doing something they'd been told repeatedly not to do.
She had the sudden sinking feeling she was going to regret this.
Half an hour later, Miaka was trying very hard not to mess up her makeup as she wiped away tears of laughter.
"—and then, he had the nerve to say he'd sat on it!"
Miaka dissolved into giggles again. Apparently, the physician had taken part in the removal of not one, but two, inappropriate items lodged in men's sphincters earlier that day. "I can't believe he thought he'd get away with that?" Miaka gasped, taking another sip of her wine and letting Mitsukake top it off for the second time.
The doctor leaned back in his chair, sipping his second glass of wine and waiting for her to calm down before he started another story. The big man looked inordinately pleased at her reaction and Miaka was glad she had developed a fairly strong stomach in recent years as well as a wicked sense of humor.
"It's just so frustrating that in this day and age we have a society that is so sexually repressed. They can't even go into a sex shop to buy the appropriate toys for themselves because they're embarrassed. Instead, they use things like vegetables, lightbulbs, and TV remotes and then try to cover it up with a lame story." He shook his head. "I really wish we had a more comprehensive sexual health program. If people had the knowledge or at least weren't so afraid of their bodies things like this wouldn't happen so often." His eyes sparkled with mirth. "I'm sorry, Miaka. This is horrible dinner conversation. Perhaps we should talk about something else."
Miaka chuckled, knowing her cheeks were ruddy with alcohol. She was tipsy enough for embarassment to seem a distant memory for now. "No, it's actually… strangely appropriate. Considering our situation."
"I suppose you're right. Nevertheless, I'd prefer if we could keep the conversation topic to something more… romantic." He reached out to grasp her hand, brushing his fingers over her knuckles softly. "Dance with me?"
"But there's no music," Miaka protested.
Mitsukake didn't answer, pressing a button on a small remote control and a romantic waltz began to play. He stood, carefully pulling Miaka up and away from the table to lean heavily against him and sway gently to the music.
"Well if you just didn't think of everything." Miaka grinned, trying to pay attention to where her feet were. It would be just her luck to sprain her ankle again.
He shook his head. "His Majesty and Nuriko are largely responsible for all of this. I paid, but they helped me coordinate it. Without the two of them, I never would've been able to pull any of this off in time."
"Hmm." Miaka rested her head lazily against Mitsukake's chest, letting the pleasant buzz of alcohol ebb and flow as they swayed. "I'll have to remember to thank them later."
"As will I, but for now, let's try to stay focused on each other, eh?" Mitsukake's hands rested at her waist, the two of them together spanning her entire lower back and firmly holding her against him. The heat from his skin felt good, soothing even, as he gently guided her through the basic steps of the waltz.
"Wow. You're really good." Miaka murmured, glancing up into his face and sighing.
"Didn't expect such a big man to be good at dancing?" Mitsukake raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Well. No," Miaka admitted.
He laughed, the action shaking his whole body. "I used to play a lot of sports. It's not uncommon for coaches to make the players take dance lessons to work on their agility and timing."
"Really?" Her face lit with interest. "That's amazing. I never knew that! Here I was wondering if it was something you used to do with Shouka."
Miaka clapped her hand over her mouth in horror and stumbled, immediately wishing she could take it back. The alcohol had loosened her tongue a little too much! "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Mitsukake slowed to a halt but kept a hold on her waist as she righted herself.
"I really shouldn't be bringing up your dead girlfriend while we're on a date," Miaka moaned miserably, wishing she could kick herself. Idiot. What a way to kill the mood!
Mitsukake shook his head. "No, it's all right. She's going to come up eventually. Why not now?" His dark eyes bored into her as a new song came on; faster tempo but still sexy and romantic in nature. Mitsukake started moving again, easily keeping the rhythm at the very least with the sway of his hips and Miaka automatically followed suit. "Is there anything else you wanted to know?"
Gathering her courage, Miaka asked the question that had been bothering her since she'd first learned about the ceremony and her reincarnated Seishi. "Did…did you have to give up being with Shouka in order to make sure the ceremony would happen?"
"I did."
Visibly wilting, Miaka pressed her forehead against his chest; the motion of dancing managed to keep her from dissolving into an emotional wreck. Mitsukake had loved Shouka more than anything. Hearing what he'd sacrificed in order to fulfill his destiny as a Suzaku warrior, even after death, brought tears to her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" He sounded genuinely confused.
"You loved her. Didn't you want to be with her in your next life?"
He sighed, a hand coming up to rest at her back. "Yes. But I also knew that once we succeeded, I would be able to keep watch over her in Konan. So I wasn't truly giving her up forever. As long as she is safe and happy, I'm happy." He lowered his head to whisper in her ear, sending chills down her spine. "And I get to be with you and the others. That helps."
Miaka blinked away the wetness that had gathered in the corners of her eyes. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried I was going to have to kick Suzaku's feathered butt."
Mitsukake laughed. "You certainly don't have to go that far. Not for me. But I appreciate the sentiment." He rubbed her back soothingly, planting an unexpected kiss atop her head. "Now, are we done revisiting the sorrows of the past?" He let his hand trace across her back to her bare shoulder, down her arm to take her hand in his and kiss it. "I would much rather look forward to our future."
Slightly chastised, Miaka nodded.
"Good." Mitsukake bent his head to kiss her. It was only a gentle press of his lips against hers, but it made the simmering heat in her gut flare.
The music changed again, this time to a popular upbeat tune that Miaka knew played frequently in clubs. Never stopping his motion, Mitsukake placed her hands at the back of his neck, bending so there was some space between them.
Miaka was impressed at how well Mitsukake moved. She wasn't much of a dancer, but since they were alone in the manor and she'd had her fair share of alcohol, she found it wasn't difficult to keep up. The music thrummed throughout her body, mimicking the feeling of chi energy to an extent. Before she knew it, she was laughing and dancing with Mitsukake as though it were the easiest thing in the world.
They cycled through several fast pop songs, just enjoying one another's company. Finally, the first notes of a more sensual beat came on and Mitsukake pulled her close. His leg expertly parting hers so she straddled his knee while his hands circled her waist. His aura danced against hers, following the beat of the music and making Mitsukake's moves easier to follow.
In this position, he was slightly crouched so they were nearly face to face. With their height difference, Miaka's front was still plastered to his chest, every motion brushing her sensitive body and causing her to break out into a light sweat as the energy between them began to build.
She wasn't the only one affected. His reaction rubbed heavily against her thigh, radiating heat and—was it getting bigger? Miaka couldn't help but glance down and gasped to see a large tent in Mitsukake's slacks straining towards her. She could practically see the chi gathered there in her mind's eye, swirling and orange with excitement.
He was physically her largest Seishi in more ways than one and Miaka couldn't help but feel grateful he hadn't been her first. She probably would have run screaming in the other direction.
She gaped up at him in unabashed shock as Mitsukake noticed her staring and fumbled in his pocket. The music stopped. "Is that a remote, or are you just happy to see me?" She joked, finally able to look at his face again.
He laughed, but his eyes were dark, the pupils dilated with need. "Come here," he managed gruffly as he crouched, hoisting her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Miaka shrieked as her feet left the ground, but didn't struggle, instead giggling as Mitsukake hurriedly made his way to the stairs. She wondered briefly if he remembered where his room was, as he'd only been to the manor once. They passed several of the other rooms and Miaka knew they were in the right place when she was suddenly set on her feet again.
A quick glace around the room revealed tastes nearly as austere as Chichiri's. There was a large, plain bed with a simple headboard and a large wooden desk with books and trinkets of various healing modalities arranged in an orderly fashion. There was a chakra chart and pressure point chart on the wall above the desk. She had just enough time to take in her surroundings when the Seishi grabbed her, throwing himself back onto the bed with abandon.
The springs protested their landing loudly as Miaka landed squarely on top of Mitsukake, her legs falling to either side of his hips and allowing his manhood to press fully against her midsection. She gulped, looking down at him in sudden terror. The two of them stared at each other, panting heavily. The energy between them had not dampened.
When Mitsukake didn't make a move, Miaka fought to sit up, realizing she was fully straddling Mitsukake in this position. He looked up at her expectantly and her nerves got the better of her as the words "Now what?" slipped out.
Mitsukake licked his lips and swallowed, grasping her hips to pull her towards him as he thrust upward several times in a slow and controlled fashion. "Because of my size, this will be the easiest position for you to control how fast and how deep I go," he explained, releasing her to tuck his hands behind his head. "I promise I won't move a muscle unless you tell me it's okay."
Miaka stared for a moment. She'd thought he'd brought her upstairs to ravage her and now this? She laughed and swatted his chest. As promised, he didn't move a muscle. "Well, I don't want to be doing all the work!"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "So having me completely at your mercy doesn't do it for you?"
Miaka reddened, shaking her head furiously. "Maybe another time. I still don't trust myself to know what I'm doing." She glanced shyly at him from beneath her bangs. "You'll have to tell me what you like too."
An expression of understanding crossed Mitsukake's face. "It is easier to let others take the lead." His voice was low. "But remember, tomorrow night is Chiriko's turn. You may have to lead. It might not be a bad idea to practice on me."
Miaka glanced doubtfully at the powerfully built man lying beneath her. "And you'd be okay with that?" She could sense the leashed tension in his energy, despite his attempts at appearing casual.
"I am yours to command, Priestess," he rumbled softly, the vibration making her laugh.
"Okay, okay. Don't move." Miaka crawled off of Mitsukake, rolling to the edge of the huge bed and grabbing the bedside radio clock. She fiddled with it for a moment until she found the station known to play strings of mostly uninterrupted romantic songs. She and Mitsukake weren't as close as she and most of her other Seishi. Yet. Perhaps the music might help them set the mood a little better. It had certainly worked so far.
Turning, Miaka could see Mitsukake still hadn't moved a muscle. He simply watched her out of the corner of his eye, arms still folded behind his head, and a bemused expression playing at his lips.
Suzaku, his biceps were the size of her thighs.
Maybe bigger.
How big might the rest of him be?
Shaking her head to clear it, Miaka smiled back and set the radio back down where she'd found it. Padding to the door, Miaka dimmed the lights until the tiny embers of the obligatory incense looked like friendly stars as she whispered the required words of prayer. The incense filled the room with its heavy perfume, leaving a slight smoke wafting in the air.
Mitsukake's window opened out towards the front of the house with a view of the long and winding drive bathed in the light of the setting sun. Miaka sucked in a deep breath and held it, trying to suppress her nerves. No one could see in or interrupt them. She and Mitsukake were consenting adults who loved each other, even if they weren't in love with each other.
Slowly, Miaka crossed the room back to the bed where Mitsukake waited for her, quietly watching her every move. Where to begin? So far, Chichiri, Hotohori, and Tasuki had all initiated things. It was strange, having the shoe on the other foot.
Shoes. First things first, Miaka removed her shoes. She'd been so caught up in their earlier dancing, she'd forgotten she had them on. Mitsukake still had his on as well and Miaka removed them, one by one, stunned when she realized how large Mitsukake's feet were.
Wasn't there some sort of saying about the size of a man's feet being an indicator of the size of his penis? Or was it hands? Miaka couldn't remember the specifics, but she was pretty sure it didn't really matter. Her eyes traveled up Mitsukake's body to his trim waist and the juncture of his thighs, pausing where his dress slacks tented, and then to his button-down shirt slightly rumpled from their dancing, sleeves rolled up to reveal his massive forearms. Every part of Mitsukake was huge compared to her and the idea of having him inside of her was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Chichiri had seemed abnormally large as well, and once he'd made sure she was prepared he'd fit just fine. Hotohori had fit as well, although without having orgasmed prior, Miaka had been tense enough for it to hurt a little. Though not enough for them to stop. Tasuki had gone to great lengths to make sure she was ready, and again, Miaka hadn't felt any sort of pain.
Mitsukake was a doctor. Her health, and everyone else's, was always a top priority for him. She had nothing to worry about. He would stop her if she was about to do something dumb.
Trying to hide how unsure she felt, Miaka ran her hands up Mitsukake's legs, following the path her eyes had taken only a moment ago, ghosting over his zipper and continuing upward to his broad chest and shoulders and then to his face, familiarizing herself with his features. He smirked back at her, "Like what you see?"
"Very much," she said, running a finger along his cheekbones with fascination. He was so different from her other Seishi. All hard planes and solid lines. Very masculine. While the others were all definitely men, they were pretty enough be able to disguise themselves as women if needed. That was out of the question for Mitsukake.
Leaning over, Miaka kissed him. Mitsukake kissed her back but let her take the lead. Miaka was so used to it being the other way around, she wasn't sure she knew what she was doing. In the past, even when she'd been the one to initiate kisses with her other Seishi, they were quick to take over. Mitsukake refused to do so, but readily copied her motions and moaned when she tried something new, his chi fluttering wildly against her own. The combination fanned the heat in her belly, urging her to continue.
Encouraged, Miaka trailed kisses from his lips to his chin and then down his neck as she began to unbutton his shirt. The first few were already open and the rest followed suit easily as she pulled at the material, untucking it from his pants with some difficulty.
The light dusting of hair continued across his chest and Miaka was surprised to discover it wasn't as wiry and itchy as she'd feared, in fact, it was quite soft. He shivered when she stroked it, twitching when she caressed his nipples until they pebbled at her touch, she imagined she could see sparks of energy zinging wherever she touched. A sense of power coursed through Miaka as she fumbled with the button to his pants and began tugging them down his legs, growling when they got stuck.
Mitsukake chuckled, lifting himself so she could easily remove them. Miaka stripped them off his legs in record time and threw them to the floor in a fit of angst. Other than that small bit of help, Mitsukake remained still, watching and waiting to see what she would do.
Miaka let her gaze rove over the man lying prone on the bed. The hair from his chest continued sparsely down to his lower belly, disappearing beneath the edge of his boxers. His member strained at the cloth, but she still couldn't tell his true size.
Tentatively, Miaka crawled back up the bed, running her hands occasionally over his body, remembering that Chiriko had mentioned Mitsukake was a tactile individual. He'd said he wouldn't move unless she told him to, and now she had the awful inclination to try and see just how far she could push him before he cracked and became the aggressor. That heat in her stomach flared again and she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.
Placing a hand on his still covered member, Miaka admired the heat and firmness as she stroked. Mitsukake closed his eyes and groaned, making Miaka grin, but his arms stayed tucked behind his head. His chi reached for her and she pulled back teasingly. He was just as turned on as she was, but his control was maddening. The jerk.
Deciding to up the ante, Miaka pulled his boxers down just far enough to release him from their confines and nearly jumped back, marveling at his size. He wasn't as large as she'd feared, but he was definitely the largest she'd ever seen. His hardness stood at attention, curving gently upward towards his navel.
Fascinated, Miaka touched it, gasping when the entire length twitched beneath her fingers. Gathering her courage, Miaka grasped him firmly in her hand. Her middle-finger and thumb barely touched, even if she tightened her grip… the action earned a moan and a thrust of Mitsukake's hips as his eyes and mouth flew open in surprise.
Grinning in triumph, Miaka rubbed her thumb over his head the way she had with Hotohori. The muscles in his abdomen contracted and his hips jerked into her hand, somehow becoming even firmer than before. Miaka hummed and began moving her hand in earnest, repeatedly swiping her thumb across the tip to spread the natural wetness that formed there until her hand moved easily, following the direction of his chi energy.
Miaka bit her lip. Hotohori and Tasuki had both gone down on her. She was curious about trying it on one of her Seishi but was unsure how to go about it. Her mouth wasn't exactly that big, despite her ability to pack away ridiculous amounts of food. There was no way the whole thing would fit in her mouth. Leaning down, Miaka assessed the situation, deciding to come at it from the side and give an exploratory lick.
She'd barely touched him when Mitsukake hissed, hips bucking upwards.
Ahah!
Miaka licked him again, this time running her tongue along his length to the tip where she circled him curiously. The smell and taste were distinctive, something she couldn't quite place. She flicked her tongue only to have Mitsukake sit up and grasp her shoulders, panting heavily. "You've got to stop…The ceremony."
"Oh. Right." She'd gotten so focused on what she was doing she'd almost forgot the reason they were doing it. "Sorry." She didn't say it, but she felt proud she'd beaten him at his own game.
He nodded, scooting back to put some space between them, resting his back against the slightly curved headboard. "Give me a moment."
She nodded. Reveling in her sudden newfound confidence, Miaka slowly lifted the hem of her dress in time to the music. She may not have been entirely in step with the beat but Mitsukake couldn't take his eyes off of her. He watched her intently, taking several moments to regain control of himself, breathing in and out slowly and deeply, his eyes lit by a hunger within.
Finally, he nodded and Miaka daringly pulled the dress over her head to toss it behind her, not watching to see where it landed. Mitsukake grinned, eyes roving appreciatively over her body. She'd worn a matching mauve bra and panty set (also courtesy of Nuriko) that made her feel like she actually had curves and was glad he seemed to like it.
Frustration reaching a boiling point, Miaka crawled into his lap, straddling him once again, his bare manhood pressed intimately against her barely covered center. She distantly remembered Yui's advice from yesterday and realized that she might not need lube this time. Her anticipation had her feeling more than ready. Miaka huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face. "Come on, Mitsukake. Touch me."
"I thought you'd never ask." Mitsukake's large hands slid up her thighs to cup her hips as he bent his head to close around the top of one breast. Miaka leaned back as he tongued her, his pleasure vibrating through him in a purr while she rocked against him, her arms wrapped around his head and holding him to her, their energies merging as one.
Mitsukake's wet kisses trailed across her chest as he fumbled with her bra, letting it slide down her arms and then throwing it aside so he could cup both breasts in his hands while he kissed her. Miaka's moans were needy as she ground herself against him, begging silently for greater contact. At last, she remembered the panties were tie-on and she pulled the ribbons keeping them in place, removing the final barrier between her and Mitsukake.
"You're soaked." Mitsukake breathed in amazement as she pressed herself to him again. "Are you ready?" He brushed against her teasingly, testing her entrance and sighing at the feel of her.
"I've been ready!" Miaka growled in frustration.
Mitsukake chuckled, reaching down to grasp himself, keeping his manhood still so she could lower herself onto him more easily. The tip breached her opening and Miaka stopped, her eyes wide.
"Too much?" He asked, his hands going to her waist and preparing to lift her off of him.
"No," Miaka gasped. "Just, let me get used to it." She shook at the sensation of Mitsukake filling her. She closed her eyes, feeling each inch of him acutely as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Her chi throbbed at the long-awaited physical contact.
Mitsukake assisted her, his hands at her hips to steady her, watching her intently for any further signs of discomfort. When she winced, he stopped her immediately, holding her firmly above him while she adjusted. Miaka marveled at how strong he was. Already her legs were shaking with the effort of holding her body up and he acted like it was nothing.
After a moment, Miaka nodded slightly, he let go, allowing her to press herself downward until she was seated on his lap with a hiss of air between her teeth. There was still a bit of him that didn't fit inside.
Mitsukake closed his eyes, his head tilting back when she moved again. He groaned softly, the muscles in his neck straining.
"You like that?" she asked playfully. Miaka braced herself on his broad chest, her hands planted firmly on his pectorals.
Mitsukake nodded, eyes still closed.
She leaned forward, gripping his shoulders as she lifted slightly and lowered again.
Eventually, Miaka's hands slid from Mitsukake's shoulder to the headboard on either side of his head as she moved. Resting her elbows on his chest, Miaka found this position rather delightful. He held her, kissing her deeply as she alternated between fast and slow, using his body to pleasure herself.
Miaka gipped the headboard with white knuckles, returning his kiss passionately. She moaned when her breasts pressed tightly against him, her sensitive nipples rolling against his hot skin. Mitsukake's grip on her hips tightened as he matched her pace, pulling her onto him with each thrust, rolling his hips up and into her as deeply as he could go while still allowing her to direct their movements. As they moved together, Miaka's passage relaxed further and the portion of him that hadn't fit before was gradually accommodated.
Miaka's hands slid off the headboard and into his hair, her kisses becoming more intense as the energy between them swelled. Suddenly she up with a gasp, stopping her movements entirely as her body quivered around him.
Head lolling back onto her shoulders, Miaka reached forward to touch herself boldly. Just a little more… His entire length filled her completely and the barest rock of her hips caused him to brush against her innermost bundle of nerves again and again. Giving herself over to the sensations, Miaka's hips began to rise and fall, losing their rhythm as she drove herself closer to completion. When she finally came, her body clamped down on him in waves that echoed through her aura and into him.
Mitsukake responded heartily. His fingers sank into the softness of her hips and bottom, clasping her to him as she shook, watching with fascination until she opened her eyes to look down at him.
After he'd allowed her several moments to recover, Mitsukake pulled out and Miaka whimpered at the acute loss of him. He grinned and rolled with her to the edge of the bed, "It's my turn," and effortlessly stood with her. Her body shook with eagerness as he moved and Miaka realized he was walking.
"Hang on." Mistsukake's chest rumbled as he spoke, causing Miaka to shiver. He was so much bigger than her. Stronger. He'd just let her use his extra-large body to pleasure herself. What could he do to her if he was actually trying?
A moment later Miaka's back was pressed against the bedroom door. Miaka wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he continued to cup her bottom. He kissed her deeply, acting as though she weighed nothing. Then, he began to move. His thick member rubbed against her teasingly, the tip just barely pressing in and then slipping away.
"Please." Her pleas went unanswered, his lips and hands slowly exploring every inch of her he could reach. Finally, when Miaka didn't think she could take any more, Mitsukake lifted her and entered, sliding agonizingly slowly to the hilt.
His hands left her hips to trail along her sides, sliding upwards to cup her breasts and squeeze. "Mitsukake!" Miaka wailed at the cold sensation of the heavy oak door as his heavy body held her firmly in place.
He did not answer, leaning his forehead on the door just above her and thrusting upwards. His chi pulsed through her and the door creaked in protest.
"Ah!" Miaka's eyes rolled back and she gripped his shoulders, her feet pressing into his back.
"You like that?" He asked.
"Yes. Do it again."
Mitsukake hummed, his chest vibrating against hers, thumbing her nipples before thrusting again. Miaka relished the thumping sound of the door, raking her nails across Mitsukake's shoulders with a hiss as another wave of chi thundered over and through her. "Again!"
Mitsukake obliged, his hips rolling a little after the initial thrust and causing the energy to vibrate. White lights clouded Miaka's vision and she panted heavily. "Don't make me beg."
Mitsukake leaned his arms on the door to either side of her head. "I told you. I'm yours to command."
Miaka swallowed harshly. "Mitsukake. Please. Take me."
He smiled. "Yes ma'am." And began to move.
The door thudded as Mitsukake leaned heavily against it, pinning Miaka in place with his massive body. Miaka bit her lip as he propped her legs over his elbows, increasing the intensity of his movements. Mitsukake's pace was maddeningly slow, but powerful and deep. His impressive length and girth stretched her further than she'd thought possible, just this side of painful, but she found she didn't care. Miaka's head lolled back with a gasp to gaze up at Mitsukake with heavily lidded eyes with each thrust of his body and the following pulse of chi.
Mitsukake's muscles rippled, holding her effortlessly as he methodically pulled every moan, whimper and ounce of pleasure from her until she was gasping his name. Miaka had no choice but to let the feelings overcome her. The world seemed to shimmer as Miaka's body trembled, opening herself up to receive him physically and spiritually. "Mits-"
Sensing the change in her, Mitsukake prepared himself to give the majority of his energy to his Priestess. He rolled against her, thrilling as her body clamped down on him and clenching as his chi filled her, followed by a rush of his own bodily fluids.
"-kake!" Miaka simply held onto his neck as he held her prisoner with his body, her back slick with sweat and sticking to the door.
After some moments, he released her legs and Miaka lowered them slowly to the ground. Her knees shook, his strength the only thing keeping her upright as his length slid from her to press limply against her stomach. The evidence of their coupling trickled down her thighs, cooling quickly in the night air.
To Be continued…