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Torture I

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The interior of the cabin where we share our lives lays illuminated by the light coming from an oil lamp, and the embers still smoldering in our hearth. I remain sitting to one side, with my back resting against the wooden wall, as I observe your figure behind the byobu which you haven't been using as often as before, something I feel thankful for.

I can discern how you've taken off your hakama, the hitoe and now your hands begin to unwrap the bandages that have been keeping your chest prisoner during the last part of the day. I've never told you the light coming from one side of the byobu allows me to steal glimpses of your figure with keen clarity. That way, I get to watch how your breasts sway free, showing me their weight and shape thanks to the light and shadow. A moment later you seem to be ready to get out. You've dressed yourself the way I've asked you to, and I know you'll once again interrogate me for my reasons behind my request.

"I'm ready." You say, then appear on one side. You seem shy, much more than when you took off your yukata before, by the lake, and showed me that same outfit you are wearing now.

Cloth of a green and indigo color, turn into a pair of small pieces of clothing that cover but three of your most precious zones.

I take a deep breath, then release it, slowly, not able to utter a word, lacking confidence in my own voice.

You get closer, your feet bare, then come to stand right in front of me, while with my back still resting against the wall, I observe you. Your skin has become a shade darker under the sun, and the strings keeping your clothes on your hips have left a fake mark on your skin.

"Why did you want me to put these on?" You ask, and I look into your eyes, refusing to think you are ignorant to how much you made me suffer back at the lake.

My back now away from the wall, I extend both my hands to place them on your thighs, with my thumbs sinking in your soft inner skin in an act of passion. I listen you breathe, eager, then hold it in. I haven't left your eyes, and you haven't left mine, as my hands pull you closer, forcing you to take two short steps to end up standing between my legs. My mouth goes to your thighs then, a few centimeters below that small piece of clothing that has made me suffer so much, and I rest my lips on the skin of your legs, feeling how it bristles under my touch, and you, enraptured by my caress, rest your hands on my shoulders.

Kagome. I mutter with my lips still against your thighs, my hands sliding up on them, in search of those cords that hold the clothing together, which you've called bikini.

I would call it chīsana, tiny. Or maybe seme ku, torture.

I search with my fingers the start of those cords and my claws graze your hips with that movement. I feel the way in which you tremble, hearing a drowned sigh as I managed to pull those holds off, and the small cloth falls, leaving you exposed, all for myself.

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A/N

Kisses

Anyara

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