WARNING FOR SENSITIVE READERS - This chapter is a FAN-SERVICE chapter. It contains explicit sexy-times. If you do not wish to read that sort of thing, I would recommend you skip this chapter, and you would be safe in doing so, as it's simply a character introductory chapter and reveals little, if anything, plot wise.
Please consider yourself duly warned.
12—Tender Morning
Comfortably resting in that special place somewhere between awake and a sleep, something familiar and pleasant works to pull him across that line, into the fully waking world. It's a thoroughly enjoyable sensation any man would be thrilled to wake up feeling.
That's good. I know this… Warm, soft…?
His eyes slip open, and he looks down. The feeling of something wrapping and swirling around him beneath his blanket sends an involuntary, excited tremble from his waist up through his back, even into the tips of his hair.
And wet. Again?
About his waist, concealed by the covers, a delicate lump about the size and shape of a human shifts. He lets out a small sigh, yet his expression remains unchanged. Neither smiling nor frowning and staring down with eyes that betray nothing.
It's enjoyable, but she could've at least woken me first.
The warm and wet feeling persists, sliding and slipping, and sending another pleased shiver up his spine as he calls out to the covered form.
"Caster."
Again, the form beneath the blanket stirs, and his ears pick up a soft, muffled gasp as the warm, wet feeling at his waist intensifies. Something, two somethings, thin, warm and soft form a seal, and that third something, wet and slippery, wraps and swirls around around his tip.
For an inability to show, or through practice at concealing, his expression remains firm. But who can boast about perfecting control over their thoughts?
H-her lips! S-she's—! That's—!
Certainly not him, as he strains even to contain himself. The sound of his heavy breathing combines with another. A quiet, wet suctioning noise. Involuntarily, his back arches upward, moving him toward the source. Forcefully, he presses his back down into their mattress. A simple futon unrolled on the floor.
"Hng… kuh—!"
Finally, his voice is forced out as another tremor works itself upward, radiating out through his entire body. Again, his back arcs toward the ceiling, and he forces his head to his pillow, staring stone-faced at the ceiling. The tremble subsides, and his gaze naturally drifts to the muted motions beneath the covers.
She should at least come out.
On his arm, he props himself up, and with a swift, firm tug, he pulls the blanket away.
After all, being under there has to be smothering.
The soft light washing into their their simple room through the paper-covered door reveals what the blanket kept hidden, and what he already knows to be the case. Soft, bright blue eyes turning up to look at him from beneath his modest white kimono. Beautiful eyes, belonging to a young yet fully mature adult woman dressed in a silk, floral-patterned powder-blue kimono, with sky-blue hair trailing to the small of her back.
Eyes which currently gaze directly into his, as if reading his very soul.
He lets out another troubled breath, and his kimono slips as he repositions himself, revealing to his eyes that of which his body has been all too eagerly keeping him apprised. His body, which now willingly accepts the sudden jolt sent through it by what his eyes see.
After all, seeing is believing, and seeing her holding him gently between her lips, is certainly a sight to behold.
Sh-she's—I knew, but still—!
A hint of a smile at his subtle, yet for him pronounced, reaction forms on those lips as she diverts her stare down, returning her focus to her efforts. Slow and deliberate, maintaining the seal she's formed, she slides her head down while gliding her tongue along his underside, crown to foundation, sending another tremor thundering through his entire body.
"H-hah—!"
And forcing a pleasured gasp out from between his lips. As the quiet echo of his voice fades, she raises her eyes again, pulling her head back until he slips free from between her lips and her mouth's tender embrace. Her lips parts with a soft smacking sound, turning upward in a playful smile as she takes a moment to enjoy his reactions.
That he's able to withstand so much. And this…
From tip to base, she traces along his underside with the soft pad of her slender finger, and again from base to tip, where gathers a clear fluid through which she drags her finger.
Viscerally, nearly violently, he shudders, and her smile broadens.
Hah! It twitched! How cute.
With her tongue, she licks her lips, severing a small, enduring strand as her eyes shine in the dimly lit room.
Cute, yet impressive as always. This, and his… endurance…
"What are you doing?"
Detached and atonal. His voice pulls her from her elated reverie, and she casts her enamored gaze toward him, meeting his cool stare.
An expression void of feeling.
"My apologies, Souichirou-sama. I did not mean to wake you," she says, completely unconvincingly through her lying smile as she traces his underside again. "It is just that you were so energetic this morning when I woke up that I could not help myself."
He knows full well she's lying. Yet again, despite that, his face betrays no hint of thought or feeling on the subject. He simply continues staring down at her with his own dark-grey eyes, his thoughts echoing away in his mind.
It's the same as always… Doing things like this. Trying her best in her own way, for my sake.
Sitting up more fully, he palms his face, running his hand through his rough-cut, ashen-grey hair as he breathes out what for him might pass as an exasperated sigh.
"You said that yesterd—!"
His minor protest is cut short. With her soft tongue, she retraces the path she's just made with her finger. Her smile widens again, and she caresses his entire length with her warm, soft hand as she lets out a soft laugh.
"Yes, I did. And it's just as true today."
She returns her focus downward, the tips of her sloping, elf-like ears twitching, revealing her anticipation. Not of what she's about to resume doing, but of how he'll react to it. Can she break his stoney countenance? What sounds will he make?
Eagerly, her lips part just enough to permit entrance as they slide again over the tip, immediately forming a new seal. She drifts her head down again, spending a few focused seconds at the top, where she slides her tongue around the tip, and over the globules of fluid that have resumed trickling out.
A subdued, salty flavor. And she remains there only for a moment before sliding her head the rest of the way down to his base, drawing his entirety in deeply. His face flashes, wincing momentarily, yet not from discomfort.
She's—! With her throat! I can feel—!
"Th-that's—! Feels amazing—!"
Fractured, unable to hold back, his thoughts spill forth, his hands gripping and twisting in the sheets as she rolls her head, first to her left, then to her right, tending to his care with everything present at her disposal.
A-and her tongue—again! And she's—!
Another subdued, wet slurping sound comes from below his waist. He looks down, seeing her cheeks bowing inward as the sound persists, sending through him another pleasant jolt. The sheets again shift under his twisting grip, and she slowly traces upward with her eyes.
Toward his face.
What sort of face is he making, I wonder…
She brushes her hair back out of her eyes, behind her pointed ears which again twitch as their eyes meet. As her eyes eagerly take him in. His face wincing, one eye closed, his jaw set firm, his brow twisting inward.
The faces people make during times like these.
That's a lovely expression. I love this expression… That no one else gets to see it. Gets to see him like this… I wish—!
An unexpected, intrusive thought attempts to rear itself, and she forces it from her mind before it can find root, grounding herself in the here and the now. On him. Souichirou.
Her Master.
On him, and how he responds to her efforts. His reactions, as he continues holding her fixed, entranced, with a cold, emotionless stare, broken only occasionally by a brief twitch or slight wince under her caring attentions. Yet despite this, she can feel herself smiling.
Anyone else would think him upset or angry. But I know. I know better…
Again, her cheeks bow inward, accompanied by a loud sucking, slurping noise. She watches as both his hands now twist, tangling in the sheets, pulling them free from the futon as his back arches upward again, his hips bucking. The sudden motion forces him in further and causes his kimono to loosen and splay open, revealing his tightly toned physique.
"H-hah—nhg—!"
Enthralled sounds, pleasured moans and gasps, slip free of him. The sounds and subtle movements of his body are revealing tells to his Servant.
I know this. He's getting close.
He doesn't need to see what's happening with his eyes anymore. His body is all too eager to tell him exactly what's going on as she works enthusiastically, enjoying every second, every subtle sound and every slight twitch and tremor of his body.
And especially the part she currently holds in her tender care, swirling, tasting, and caressing.
E-every time she—! I can feel her t-tongue—! Moving around it—! The whole—!
Segmented, his thoughts betray his body's physical limits as his eyes slip closed, his head falling back to his pillow.
"I-incredible… Caster—!"
The tension in his body, his muscles, escalates, exaggerating every jerk and twitch it makes. She sees his head fall back and redirects her focus.
Not long, now. And since he's not watching me anymore…
With his eyes no longer on her, and his face hidden from view, she no longer needs her attention divided, and focuses fully on what she's doing, pulling her head, her mouth, back, locking her lips in place, holding just the tip inside, poking, prodding, lapping at it with enthusiastic energy, causing his entire body to again tremble and quake.
Almost violently.
H-her tongue, again—! All over the h-head—even ins-inside—!
He wrests his hands free from their grip on the twisted sheets.
I-I'm—!
Unconsciously, he moves his hands toward her head, brushing aside her soft, blue hair. Her cheeks pull inward, producing another loud slurp, and her lips curl up in a knowing smile.
He's there.
In preparation for what's coming, she draws in a deep breath through her nose, and her face flushes red.
His smell…
"C-Caster—!"
He calls out to her at the moment of climax, and her eyes widen. Not at that, but that he called out to her again. His hips again buck as he grips the sides of her head, holding her in place and sliding himself in deeply, all the way past her lips and down to his hilt as his mind blanks, his body trembling uncontrollably, forcing everything it prepared for this moment out of himself and into her.
It's so warm. I can't even taste it.
For being past her tongue, everything simply flows by, pouring deep past her throat and into her stomach. It doesn't stay there long as her body, a Servant's body, quickly ransacks it for any mana, any magical energy that it might find to sustain itself.
A final, firm tremor rocks his form as his back arcs upward, and the process, the transference, completes. His muscles give way, relaxing and letting his back fall to the mattress, his hands falling away, freeing her from his sudden grip. Her mouth opens, releasing him as she lifts her head, her eyes, and wipes her lips.
Which turn in a small, sad frown.
He called out to me this time…
After a few moments of breathing heavily, forcing his racing heart to settle, Souichirou drags his hand across his forehead, wiping away the forming beads of sweat. Caster's subtle movement, wiping at her eyes, catches his attention and he sits up, gazing at her from the side. She looks away, forcing a smile, before returning his gaze.
"Ah—! Before I forget…"
Slowly, she crawls toward him and places a soft, loving kiss on his lips.
"Good morning, Souichirou-sama."
She brings herself back, and he continues holding her with his stoney-eyed stare. She averts her gaze for a moment. Just for a moment, but it's enough. He reaches out, and with a finger under her chin, gently turns her face toward his.
"Caster."
They haven't known each other for long. A week, at the most, but it's long enough. Every slight motion, every subtle tell, speaks volumes.
Again, she averts her gaze, casting her eyes downward, rolling her lower lip between her teeth.
"Please, Souichirou-sama. Do not look at me so…"
"Something troubles you."
Her eyes slide closed, some wetness forming around them.
He always seems so cold. Unfeeling, but…
With one finger, she wipes her eyes as she turns her gaze to meet his more fully, and she forces another small smile while giving a soft nod.
He's not like that at all.
"If you wish, speak your mind."
She swallows hard, trying to compose herself, then nods again.
"When I was with you… When we were together, just now…" Again, her gaze falls away. "Someone else… I had a moment where someone else's name came across my mind."
"Another man?"
His tone remains as steady and unchanging as his expression, and she nods, looking back up, cupping his hand with hers and nuzzling it with her cheek.
"He was… I don't want to say he was responsible for everything that went wrong in my life." She moves closer to him, pulling his arm around her as she rests her head against his toned chest, absently tracing abstract shapes across it with her fingers. "But he was a… powerful catalyst. After him, everything went wrong."
He listens without speaking until he's certain she's said all she's going to say, taking a moment more to consider how he'll respond. It's a complex issue. He knows she has to be speaking of her life before she became a Servant, so there's nothing to be gained from jealousy.
Even if it was his way.
Still, it's not the most pleasant thing, hearing someone you care for still suffers from their past. In this, he's no different from any other person.
"Caster." He pulls away from her for a moment, resting his palm on her face, then closes the distance again, tapping her forehead with his. "I'm sure there is much you're not saying. I don't need to hear it. I'll only say this: Leave the past where it is. Believe me when I say that dwelling there will do you no good."
Her gaze falters again, her eyes turning away.
He says that, but…
"It's not such a simple thing…"
Servants suffer from a cruel fate. Brought into the world to fight and die, and when they do, their experiences during that time die with them. The troubling, traumatic experiences, as well as the pleasant ones. When her time here ends, so too will her memories of this man, and the next time she's called to this world, it will be as if they never met, and all she'll have are her bitter memories of a cruel life, and that cruel life's cruel end.
Knowing nothing of this, all he can offer is a simple nod.
Of course. I know only too well how hard it is to leave the past behind. But still…
"We'll work at it together."
Her eyes widen at his words, and further as he closes her mouth with his in a deep and impassioned kiss, drawing her from her past and into his present.
Ah—! He's—!
She feels herself floating as he lowers her slowly to the mattress while holding her lips locked firmly with his, tapping against her lips, slipping through between her teeth, and further widening her eyes.
For only a moment, as they slip comfortably closed.
His tongue… He's rolling it over mine. Even after I just—!
He knows full well what she's just finished doing. Where her tongue was while she was doing it. He doesn't care. His only concern right now is distracting her from her burdens, worries, and disconcerting thoughts.
She reciprocates, pressing hers into his, twirling, prodding, poking them together, savoring his taste, his breath, every moment.
She's so affectionate. Whoever this person was, she's far too good for him.
They continue indulging in each other, in their heavy expressions of affection for a few moments more before he pulls away, drawing in a few much-needed breaths.
She's too good for me, too…
"Souichirou… sama?"
Something about his expression, imperceptible, catches her notice anyway, and she calls out to him gently, her soft voice bringing him back, and he only shakes his head.
"It's nothing."
It wasn't nothing. His life has a tumultuous past as well. One he struggles to leave there, each and every day. He spoke of it in brief. But for each word he shared, a thousand remained unsaid.
Already loose, his kimono slips off easily, revealing the rest of him. Every firmly toned and efficiently sculpted muscle. Caster's eyes move across them all, her face tinging shades of red that deepen with each.
I never cared for overly bulky muscly men, but he's so… well crafted. Every time I see him, nothing seems wasted. Even these…
With her hand, she reaches out, tracing one of the few scars which mar his flesh. The faded remains of a deep gash across his chest which has long since healed.
Even these only seem to add to him…
She startles as he closes his hand over hers, drawing it back.
Her lips part.
"I'm sorry. I just—"
He shakes his head again. "They're nothing. Just old memories of another life."
Kneeling forward, he places another deep, loving kiss on her mouth while he works to loosen the sash securing her garment. The powder-blue kimono which keeps her delicate form concealed from his eyes. While he works at it, her own eyes slip closed under the care and attention of his mouth's gentle caress on hers. Still, her mind moves toward those faded scars, and what they represent.
Another life. He said he used to… kill people. It must be that.
The dark blue sash comes loose, and he slides his hands into the folds of her silken gown, all the while persisting in their unrelenting kiss, and quickly pulling her away from her thoughts about her past and his.
All that matters is this moment.
His nose… His breath! He's not even breathing hard anymore. It hasn't even been that long since he—!
She lets out a muffled moan, the muscles under her skin quivering as his hand brushes against her breast.
His hands are so rough… From a rough life, but still so gentle…
She lowers her arms, and he slides her garment down, pulling away, breaking off their kiss so his eyes can take her in more fully.
Beautifully flawless. Like sakura petals on fresh mounds of snow.
Under his focused, piercing gaze, her face turns red as she diverts her eyes.
"I'll never get used to being stared at like that—!"
Without a word, he presses his hands into her softness, setting to work, alternating between caressing softly with one and kneading firmly with the other, enjoying the soft feel of her skin and the way they yield, yet return to their original shape as he releases them.
They're soft. Not enormous, but not modest either… Perfectly proportioned. She's so soft. All of her is. Even these…
"Ah—!"
He brushes his thumbs over her peaks, causing her to let out a soft gasp as a delighted tremble to ripples through her entire body.
He's being so different right now. From before… From our first time. Why is he being so… gentle… today?
It's a minor question, but it persists in her mind as she folds her hand over his. He moves his male gaze away to meet her eyes.
"Caster?"
"No, I was just…" Again, she shows a small frown, rolling her lower lip between her teeth before returning his curious stare. "Is everything well? You're different from usual. I was concerned."
"Different?"
She gives a barely perceptible head-nod as her redness deepens.
"Just… Kinder. More gentle, is all. I was wondering…"
His stone-faced expression changes for the smallest possible moment of time. Even the most precise instruments available to the most well-funded scientific communities would have struggled to catch it.
And yet, she's still able, but has no time to appreciate or consider it before he replies to her concern.
"Would you prefer—"
Quickly, she shakes her head. "No, this is—I like this too, very much! But because it's just so unlike some times before… I was concerned is all."
His gaze falls away for a moment.
She's not wrong. Something is different today, but I couldn't say what it is. Maybe I just…
"I guess I just felt like it."
"Felt… like it?"
Hesitantly, she echoes his sentiment, and he nods as he looks back up, meeting her perplexed gaze with his own. She lets her hand, the one she'd been holding his with, drop away, and with the other she caresses his face and runs it through his hair. Her small, concerned frown melts away, replaced with a comforted smile.
"Souichirou… sa—!"
Quickly, he steals his name from her, pressing his mouth deeply into hers again as he works her softness with his hands, again alternating between kneading, caressing, and gently rolling her pink peaks between his fingers.
It happens so quickly, it takes her another second to realize how deeply he's holding their mouths together.
H-his tongue again—! And his hands—! Souichirou-sama! I—!
He puts distance between their mouths, and an ephemeral shining strand connecting them glistens for a moment before snapping. Toward her neck, he lowers his head, his mouth, leaving a shining trail as he slides his tongue along her skin, causing her muscles to again tremble with delight.
"That's good… That feels—!"
He's never been like this—!
Again, her skin quivers as he glides his tongue down toward her chest. Towards her soft breasts, bringing the shining trail to where he's been working with his fingers.
First to one, then to the other.
H-he's licking my—! It feels—!
Obvious, silly thoughts spurred on by her body's reactions to his careful attentions.
"Th-that—it tickles some—!"
In contrast to her minor complaint, if it was one, her words come in a breathy tone as he presses his lips into her, suckling gently, rolling his tongue around and across and bringing her soft pinkness to a state of stiffened arousal.
He's… I suppose all men are like this. About a woman's—!
Her thoughts, her observations are again interrupted. Now that one of his hands is free, he uses it, brushing it against her stomach, caressing a gentle path down her abdomen, causing her to pull inward in response, and evoking from her another gasping, breathy moan.
At this rate, someone will… he—!
She cries out, truncating her thoughts as his hand continues its journey down, reaching its destination. Slowly, gently, it presses inward, between her legs, and brings forth an unmistakable, quiet, wet squelching noise. Her hands move on reflex, gripping his arm, and she can feel his muscles, his tendons tensing and relaxing, facilitating his finger's careful movements.
Of course, what her hands feel is small in comparison, and completely overwhelmed by where his fingers currently are.
—Inside! I can… feel them—! Sliding around, they're pressing—!
Somehow, he maintains his focus on everything, alternating force with his hand still caring for her breast, sometimes squeezing and kneading, others gently caressing and brushing, and occasionally giving attention to her beautiful, pink soft peak. The other, he treats with his mouth, tongue and lips, all the while continuing to move his fingers about below, pressing into the sides, careful to avoid scraping with his fingernails.
Feeling her warm wetness, smelling her sweet scent.
She's so warm. Inside and outside, and already this wet…
Forcefully, Caster bites down on her lip, trying to suppress what's already welling up.
I-I can't—! Someone will hear, but—!
Her thoughts are again abbreviated as she releases another loud, gasping cry. Souichirou lifts his head from her chest and locks her lips with his, quieting her pleasured scream as he continues relentlessly with his fingers. Moving about, pressing into her folds, her walls, and brushing his thumb against her firm, warm nub, causing her entire body to lock, a trembling jolt surging through it. Their tongues again meet and dance, poking, prodding into one another, increasing the wet sounds which fade into their room.
Desperately, she wraps her arms around him, around his head, pulling him into her, pressing them both deeper into the mattress, drinking in his very being.
Souichirou… Souichirou—!
Their lips seal as their tongues continually slide across each other. From below, he can hear her, feel her wetness increasing by the moment, her lower muscles quivering, contracting, relaxing repeatedly in quick succession.
Despite him holding her voice at bay, what's coming can't be stopped.
It's no good! I need to—!
With inhuman effort and will, she pulls herself away from their kiss. Her crystal-blue eyes flash as she breathes the wordless incantation needed to weave the spell. Souichirou's hands both stop for a moment, bringing a brief silence to the room.
"You did that again?"
Blushing furiously, biting her lip, she can only give a single, meek nod.
"If it works for secret meetings—!"
Her words are punctuated by her loud, pleasured cry, which echoes incessantly through the room, bouncing off the walls, and even the thinly paper-covered door as he resumes moving his hand and fingers.
"I know. You explained before. Secret meetings, and to stop people from hearing things they shouldn't, right?"
She nods, then yields to another unreserved pleasure-moan which bounces around the room, adding itself to the one which has yet to dissipate.
"It's not a bad idea. This sort of thing isn't done in temples," he says atonally.
Again, she nods, smiling. Her lips then part, and she releases another shattering cry, causing him to breathe a small sigh as he works his fingers within her with purposeful diligence.
Since she's done that, I suppose she's free to be as loud as she likes. I just wish it didn't make it so loud in here.
With that in mind, he again glides his tongue down her neck and toward her breast. Pausing there for a moment, he treats it with tender care. His hand that's not active below traces a gentle path down toward her waist and stomach, prodding and caressing.
In between her unrestrained gasps and moans, she's struck with another realization.
It's not just… He's not just being more gentle than—!
"That f-feels… n-nice—!"
Another wet squelch is accompanied by a slight squeal as he continues working his fingers into her dampness and warmth.
He's being attentive, too—!
At her chest, he ends his attentions, sliding his tongue down toward her waist. Pausing at her navel, he treats it as well, prodding in with his tongue, and her entire body trembles in response to the new and unexpected stimulus. Yet while he's so focused here, disconcerting thoughts demand his attention before he can move on.
This is so stupid… I should be focused on her. Here, and this, but she cast that spell, and now all I can think about is what she said when we first met. Servants, Masters… She shouldn't be involved in something so ridiculous. I know nothing about those. Or magic. Or this Holy Grail nonsense.
His breath washes over her skin as he forcefully sighs his thoughts away, and she gives another slight tremble along with a brief, soft moan.
Even his breath feels… wonderful. Souichirou… Why couldn't you have been the one to call me here, instead of that worthless… monster—!
Where ever her thoughts had been taking her, they're quickly derailed as he moves on, gliding his tongue down lower, finally, to the main event.
It's always the same. Always an odd smell. And an indescribable taste…
He withdraws his hand and fingers, then gently parts her legs before bringing his mouth and nose close, drawing in a deep breath that causes her to again tremble.
But it's not bad. I don't hate either. The smell or…
With his mouth now close enough, he closes it completely over her lower lips, flitting his tongue across them, then slipping it in between them.
Or the taste. I don't hate either. After all, they are hers.
Unique could be the only word to describe it. Something mild. A subtle mix of tangy and sour. Her entire body again quivers as his tongue, smooth and without edge when compared with his fingers, moves about inside her, pressing inward deeply and against each side.
"Sou… ichi… rou…!"
Her hands come down as her eyes slam shut, and she presses his head deeper into her as she speaks his name between ecstatic gasps.
"It's good… It's so—hng!"
He allows her to press him in, wincing as she lets out another sundering, rapturous cry.
At least the others have faded.
With his hands, he resumes kneading and massaging her chest as he presses his tongue in further and deeper, overwhelming her senses and her thoughts.
E-everything—! H-his tongue inside my… Inside me… M-my b-breasts, even m-my nipples—! It's—he's amazing today—! He always is, but this is—!
Despite the muffling barrier she's erected, she clamps her mouth closed, trying to withhold the high-pitched squeal which threatens to force its way free as he continues stimulating her with his tongue. Sliding it along the inner walls, then pulling it back. He brings his mouth, his lips to the soft, stiff nub, rolling it between his lips while licking at it with his tongue, causing her jaw to clench tight against the intense jolt it sends shooting through her entire body.
A-almost—! I can feel it—!
Her soft form trembles again, and Souichirou brings his head back, freeing himself from her hands, which fall with some disappointment to her sides.
"Hah… hah… h-huh?"
She takes the moment to catch some of her breath, looking down into his eyes before hers again slam shut as he slides his fingers inside her, while his other hand moves down, caressing her stomach.
H-his fingers, again—! Inside… and—!
She releases another trembling cry as he slides his fingers in and around, brushing his thumb across her warm nub. The locus of her pleasure. He brings his mouth toward her ear, flitting his tongue around the inner ridge. The sheets now find themselves coiled around her hands as she latches onto them, twisting and squirming.
H-his tongue—! M-my ear—! I've never—!
Vigorously, he continues working her senses, one hand alternating between kneading, massaging, and caressing her breast while his thumb brushes across her stiffly aroused pink peak. The other, he works deeply into her warmth while caressing her stiff nub with his thumb. He licks around the ridge of her ear, pausing at the pointed tip for a moment to nip gently at it with his lips.
While he presses, pushes, kneads and caresses, he whispers a single word, millimeters from her ear.
"Medea…"
—!
Her eyes slam shut. Reality shatters, flying away as he speaks her true name, her mind going blank, her body yielding to each wave after blissful wave that washes over her as her every muscle fiber contracts in response. Unyielding, her walls grip his fingers so tightly they could snap. Her back arches upward, toward the ceiling, causing her breasts to quiver. Her toes arch toward her heals, closer and closer with each climactic wave that passes through her.
The sounds of her orgasmic screams reverberate violently throughout the room, crashing into each other in a cacophony as the force of her climax refuses to yield.
Finally, the waves subside, letting her body relax, and her back falls to the mattress, her trembling breaths coming heavy and deep. It takes another several seconds for her echoing cry to subside.
"That was… mean… Souichirou… sama…"
She takes a few more heaving breaths, her heart refusing to settle, and her eyes flit open in time to catch the slightest hint of a smile in his expression before his stony countenance returns.
"But was it good?"
Furiously blushing, she closes her eyes, biting her lower lip again as she nods.
"Still, saying my name like that… It's not fair. It's kind of dangerous, you know…"
Unseriously, she chides him in between labored breaths as he sits at her side, waiting for her to regain her composure.
"Because they have to be kept secret, right? But didn't you muffle the room with that spell?"
Her eyes snap open, the redness in her face somehow deepening further.
He's right.
She turns her head and puts on a pout he can only find adorable.
"Even still."
"Does it always have that kind of effect?"
Impossibly, her redness deepens even further now. New names for the color would have to be coined.
"It doesn't work like that," she mutters, rolling her lip between her teeth again. "It's because it was you saying it."
A few more minutes pass as Medea brings her breathing back to normal. Still at her side, Souichirou sits, waiting patiently until she turns toward him, reaching her hand toward his chest.
"We still have some time…" With a single finger, she traces a path down his chest, toward his waist. "And it looks like you're as full of energy as before."
He doesn't answer her suggestion with words, only placing his hand over hers, guiding it down, where she closes her fingers around him.
"Hng…"
The passage of time has not dulled his heightened sensitivity, and he winces, letting out a guttural sound at her gentle touch. Her lips form into another soft smile in response to his quiet grunt and the subtle, trembling twitch he gives in her hand.
"You've done so much for me. Not just here…"
She sits up, bringing her free hand around and pulling him into a tight embrace as she anchors her lips onto his, while with her other hand, still wrapped completely around his firm stiffness, she gives him several full, gentle, slow and careful strokes from his base to his tip. They indulge in each other, their tongues sliding between their pressed lips for a few seconds as she guides him down toward the mattress, where she straddles him, keeping him in her grasp. She leads his tip closer to her entrance, brushing one along the other as she pulls from their kiss.
"That night, when I told you what I was… What had happened, you had no reason to believe anything I said…"
From his vantage point, he has an unobstructed view as she slides him along her lower self, her outer folds and lower lips. Clear secretions drip down from her, coating him, and she can feel him in her hand, twitching again almost violently from both the sight and the warm, slippery wet feeling.
Yet still, despite everything vying for his focus, her words ring true in his mind, demanding his attention.
She's right. I don't even understand it myself—!
Only for a moment. He's ripped from his thoughts by her shuddering cry as she lowers herself, bringing him into her in one slow yet fluid motion. Her warm embrace cradles him entirely as she completes their connection, causing him to breathe out a sudden gasp through gritted teeth.
Inside… It's so warm… Hot, tight… Feels incredible…
The fluids seeping from them mix, coating and creating a surface void of friction, yet enhancing their sensitivity. Thus proved, as each subtle movement from the one causes an intense jolt of euphoric pleasure to surge through the both of them.
"So at least… I can do… this for… you…"
Inside, she can feel everything, almost down to the beating of his heart.
He's still twitching and throbbing… It's always fit before, but it feels… closer this time—!
"I didn't… help you because… I wanted… this…"
She smiles knowingly as she continues lowering herself, her descent halting as the last of his length passes through and into her.
I can feel it. It's so hot… He's filling me completely…
The only words she can think of to describe it. Something otherwise defying description. She takes in a few slow breaths, preparing herself, then begins her slow, backward and forward movement, each time exhaling a breathy, gasping moan.
"I know… But still… I… do… want this…"
Between each word, she pants and moans as she affirms her complete satisfaction with her circumstances.
This is… incredible… He's…
As she moves forward, she can feel him sliding out to his tip, her entire body quivering from the tips of her toes to the tips of her ears. It's impossible for her to keep her eyes open, so, though few and infrequent, she's deprived the experience of enjoying his changing expressions.
This feels… she feels amazing inside… It's hot but it's comfortable… Coiling… I can't even… What are the words?
Words to describe the warmth, the tightness gripping him, sending waves through his body escape him. Slowly, she slides back, bringing him from his tip fully back into her, sliding gently inward, the tip of his head pressing against her as her inner folds and walls grip and massage his entire member.
"It's i-incredible… I can't think—!"
Leaning forward, she puts her finger to his lips and shakes her head as she slides forward again.
"I know… It's fine… Don't… try…"
Deep and breathy, and seductive, her words come from her, enhancing the entire experience. He grits his teeth, his face contorting against the physical euphoria. She continues her slow, gentle rocking back-and-forth movements, pressing her hands into his chest to help herself remain upright. Naturally, his hands move toward her chest, to her breasts, which he again caresses, kneads and massages, causing her entire body to tremble and quiver, sending another blissful jolt through the both of them.
What's… his face? What face… is he…?
As she slides forward again, she forces her eyes open and smiles brilliantly at his expression. Subtle, imperceptible, yet for her…
Such a… wonderful… face…
Gradually, she speeds up her pace, increasing the wet sounds of their intimate moment in time, sending his brain into over-drive.
This is… She's… I can't think—!
He lowers his hands, gripping her hips, her waist as she continues her smooth back-and-forth motion, each time sliding forward and stopping just before he'd leave her, and each time sliding back, stopping as he's fully contained, the crown of his tip nearly reaching the deepest part of her inner depths.
With his hands, he treats her waist and backside similar to how he'd been treating her breasts; soft and firm, gentle and rough, caressing and kneading, each motion causing her to tremble, quiver and shake which, in turn, causes his own boy to respond in kind.
Again, his hands… Feels wonderful… I can feel him, too… Throbbing more… Twitching… I can feel it… He's… It won't be long…
She slumps forward, falling into him, pressing her bust into him as she lifts herself up, again stopping just before he'd be ejected from her warm, wet embrace, pausing at the apex, then bringing herself down again until he's again filled her completely.
Each time—! It's like he's… molding my… insides—!
Unbidden, his thoughts persist.
H-her breasts… pressing into me… feels… s-soft… warm… nice…!
Below, he pulsates and throbs, something building in him, hammering against a wall.
"C-Caster—!"
She can feel it too.
H-he's getting there… I… me too—!
Her inner folds grip and slide around him as she repeatedly lifts and lowers herself. Wrapping her hands around his head, she pulls him into her embrace, locking their lips together in another deep kiss.
H-he's still… With his tongue…? How can he focus… so well…?
H-her tongue, she's twisting… around mine… I can't think… I can't think…!
He holds his grip on her backside as she hastens her movements, increasing the volume, frequency, and wetness of the sounds that come from between them.
Souichirou… Souichirou…!
Caster… Medea… I—!
Holding her waist, he forces himself up as his muscles contract. That slamming feeling building up, like something trying to escape, intensifies in his lower regions, becoming impossible to hold back. And as if in response, she can feel herself, her body preparing every muscle to tighten up.
It's close… so close… Souichirou—!
He brings himself down, then up again, still holding her in place. Each downward pull stops at the moment of exit, and he pushes himself in again, up to his base. His vision becomes clouded by white as her warm, wet tightness embracing him sends another quivering jolt through his entire body.
Finally, their bodies silently cry out in unison.
She's—!
He's…!
As if afraid to release him from her embrace, her walls clamp down as he delivers one final upward thrust into her warm depths. The door which has been groaning under what has been building within him shatters, releasing everything he's been holding back into her where it washes white her enchanted womb before being consumed for all its magical energy.
Neither breathes a word, and any sounds either makes are muffled as they continue their heavily impassioned kiss, their bodies trembling and quivering in wave after euphoric wave of pure bliss. Her muscles tighten and relax in repeated, quick succession, as if in answer to his, which do the same.
Sh-she's still… It feels… It's incredible… How many times… have I thought… that…?
Amazing… he's still twitching… it's still coming… how much…?
Finally, both their bodies yield. He falls to the mattress spread under them, and with him, she comes down as well, refusing, denying his involuntarily attempted escape, and bringing another wet squelching sound out from between the two of them. She pulls her mouth away from his and rests her head against his, breathing heavily as droplets of sweat roll down her back, and some off her chest, falling onto his.
"M-Medea…"
Her entire body spasms as he speaks her name again, and he winces as she clamps tightly down on him.
"Souichirou…"
She places on his lips another deep, loving kiss.