Story Five(A): Cherry.
WARNING: Just lots of sex, cherry pop. A bit of lactation and breeding fetish. Well sort of.
She had the same dream again. Walking atop a small hill covered with clover. She was walking towards the same figure, of a boy with short, spiky dark hair, dressed in somber gray. He was always facing away from her at the beginning of the dream, and as she got closer to him, he would turn to look at her with piercing green eyes that would soften the moment their gazes met.
A hint of a smile would shape those sensual, masculine lips but before he could speak, Kokoro would wake up, instantly ending the dream.
Who was he? Why does she keep on dreaming about that boy?
"You're doing it again."
Kokoro blinked and focused her gaze on Miku, her friend since she was a little girl. "Doing what?"
"Spacing out."
"Umm, sorry." She mumbled a bit sheepishly.
"No Debbie Downers allowed this night." She waggled a finger at her. "Besides, you'll forget about all this engagement business and that chaos with your stepfather when you see what I've got."
Kokoro followed her friend as Miku walked to her closet that was so overstuffed, the doors won't shut properly.
"Nuh-uh, you're nuts if you think I'm wearing that." Kokoro shook her head as Miku brandished the slinky, black piece with her hands.
"Try it on first, you silly Koko bean. You won't regret it."
Kokoro knew better than to change Miku's mind once she's set on something, sighing almost with resignation she picked up the black dress to inspect it.
"These too." She threw a pair of strappy heels at Kokoro's feet. "By the time I'm done, you'll be hell on heels. Sexy hell on heels."
Kokoro looked at the heels and shook her head again. "I don't do sexy." She murmured, draping the dress across her bed, "I can't wear this, it's too...skimpy."
"That thing? No way! It's modest enough to please a nun." Miku exaggerated. "Besides, that outfit will do wonders for those legs."
"What legs?" Kokoro almost smiled as she glanced down at her freshly painted toenails - hot pink. "I'm only five-four, not exactly leggy."
"Hence, the dress and heels, silly Koko bean." She grabbed her arm and pulled Kokoro into the front of her vanity mirror. "Just relax and let me work my magic." One sharp look silenced her grumbling. Miku knew exactly how to wear down her defenses. Kokoro winced again, wondering why she had agreed to tag along. And to a dance club of all places?
Oh, yeah. To meet people.
Wasn't that the sole reason why she embarked on this one-month 'journey' away from home? She was on a mission. Her stepfather has taken over her life, used her younger sister as a weapon to ensure that she would comply.
That man has taken away so much from her, there's just one area Kokoro will not yield no matter what—her first time will be by her own choice. Not her stepfather, or the man he'd chosen to be her husband.
And so Kokoro stopped resisting and sat quietly onto a small stool. Besides, Miku was right, she needed this distraction. The upheaval of her life nipped at her feet like a rabid, mongrel dog. And her time was running out, she has only five weeks left to find someone she'd be comfortable enough to entrust her initiation to sex.
Miku snapped open an eyeshadow compact. "Tonight's our night to get drunk. Lord knows we haven't had fun since forever. Close your eyes," she said.
Kokoro complied, and almost sighed as she felt the soft bristles of the brush as it feathered across her eyelids.
Instantly, a vivid green gaze flashed in her mind. Intense and brooding...those eyes radiated such a strong sexual vibe, the simple thought of them warmed the soft flesh between her legs. Kokoro sighed and rubbed her thighs together, trying to dispel the mystery boy in her head, but it wasn't easy to do. She'd seen him in her dreams too many times, she's almost convinced she'd memorized every bit of his features. And what's funny, was that she wasn't even sure if he even actually existed and not just a figment of her imagination, conjured by her mind. And yet, Kokoro knew that better eye candy didn't exist. He's literally the man of her dreams.
"Is it done?" She mumbled.
"Don't move!"
"Yes, Madam Perfectionist."
"Kokoro, you're impossible."
Holding back a smile, Kokoro sat still and allowed Miku to finish her makeup. With face paint done, Miku went to work on her hair, taming the long, wavy blonde locks with a curling iron.
"Almost done." Miku murmured, as she twisted a half up crown on top of Kokoro's head, leaving the rest of the lustrous long locks to flow freely. "Dress time."
Kokoro winced. "Can't I just wear jeans?"
"No way. Got to match that fabulous face."
A few minutes later, after squirming into the tight dress, Kokoro wobbled in the three-inch heels to the full-length mirror beside the bathroom door. "No way I'm wearing this! I'll just stumble and make a fool of myself." She complained, looking for her practical flat heels.
"Fine, fine. But the dress stays on." Miku twirled a red curl around her finger and grinned at Kokoro. "Tonight, we're going to dance like there's no tomorrow, and if you're lucky, you also get to hand in your 'V' card."
Kokoro bit her lip as she changed her heels. Times like this, she wished she'd kept her mouth shut and kept the 'mission' to herself. But it's too late now.
The classic little black dress emphasized places Kokoro preferred to leave alone, like her breasts and ass, but she had to admire the work Miku did on her face. Her sky blue eyes hadn't looked so smoky since her debutante ball.
An hour later in the club, Kokoro began to wonder if the night would ever end. Miku started right in on her Kokobean-needs-to-land-a-guy campaign and have introduced her to about a dozen men. Really tall men who made her feel like a dwarf, chubby short guys with cheerful smiles, full-bearded, bald guys with tattooed sleeves, some really hunky gym guys. Even geeky tech guys. It was a hodge podge of guys, and Kokoro couldn't remember a single name by the time Miku dragged her to a booth.
Dance night. Kokoro silently scoffed. More like operation let's-get-Kokobean-laid-tonight.
Music blared from every speaker, a rhythmic beat she felt on her skin, and like most popular bars, breathing room was a luxury. A kaleidoscope of faces whirled around her as Kokoro inched through the sea of bodies, amazed at what some people called dancing.
She was on her way to the restroom to check on her makeup. Sweat and alcohol wafted in the air, and Kokoro felt almost claustrophobic.
Coming here was a bad idea.
Spotting the women's restroom a few feet away, she scurried inside. The room was blessedly empty. Finally some breathing space! Kokoro was wiping the sweat from her hairline when the door squeaked open behind her.
"There you are!" Miku materialized behind her back, something green sloshing over the rim of her glass. "Zorome is here, he brought Mitsuru." She shoved her drink into Kokoro's hands before retouching her hair. "Now, bottoms up. You don't look like you're havin' fun."
"Miku, I'm not really in the mood—"
"Oh nuuuu you don't get to run away. You need to loosen up." She pranced away with a gesture for Kokoro to follow. "C'mon! I want you to meet Zorome's friend."
Another guy. How wonderful. Kokoro stepped out of the restroom and gulped down the alcohol, then hurried after her friend. "Who? Haven't I met enough people tonight?"
"Darn, they disappeared." Miku said as she coaxed Kokoro into the center of twisting bodies. "But let me tell you, this guy is hot and the perfect gentleman. Zorome could learn a thing or two from him."
They began dancing, or more accurately, Miku danced, while Kokoro merely swayed to the rhythm of the music. "I'm not interested in a long term relationship." She hollered above the music. There was no point when she would be married in three months' time, to a man who had promised to bail out her stepfather's failing company.
If not for her sister, Kokoro would have flatly refused, Naomi was only sixteen, but her young age will not protect her from their stepfather's schemes. If Kokoro ran away, Naomi will suffer the fall. And she didn't have the heart to abandon her sister to such fate.
"Who's talking about long term?" Miku scrunched her nose. "You know what you need?"
Kokoro was almost afraid to ask. "What?"
"A hot, sweaty romp in the sack. No strings, no expectations." She paused long enough to give her a meaningful grin. "Of course, it's a plus if he's a handsome hunk with an impressive...um, package." Miku wiggled her eyebrows at her friend.
Kokoro needed that as much as peeling off a scab, but she laughed. "You're terrible!" The alcohol infiltrated her bloodstream with amazing speed. She could no longer say how long they've danced, three songs? Five or was it six?
By the time Miku pulled her to a less crowded corner of the bar, she handed Kokoro another drink and she gulped it down. Almost instantly, her ability to walk straight worsened by a few notches.
"What was in that stuff?" Kokoro asked her friend.
"What stuff?"
"The green crap you gave me!"
"Wouldn't you like to know." Miku laughed. "There's a reason they named it Blow My Skull Off—"
"Okay." Kokoro interrupted, "I get the idea." Suddenly, the ceiling whirled in a nauseating spin. "Oh, shit. Be right back." Pushing through the crowd, Kokoro covered her mouth and made a beeline for the restroom. In her haste to escape inside, she tripped over a boot. Two strong arms reached out and grabbed her, preventing her fall.
The momentum was the last straw, Kokoro pushed back against the arms that supported her without a backward glance and barely made it to the large potted plant at the corner and threw up.
Large, but surprisingly gentle hands pulled her hair back, to keep her from soiling them and held her steady as her stomach puked her guts out. Or tried to.
Feeling a bit better after expelling the alcoholic contents, Kokoro raised her eyes to look at her rescuer. "Oh god, I am so…" Her words trailed off, as she saw his face.
Then she gaped at him.
Familiar green eyes pierced her on the spot, and the whole world fell off its orbit, crashed into a black hole for all she knew. In that moment nothing else existed.
Kokoro thought she must be dreaming.
She tried to pinch herself awake, but nothing happened, he didn't disappear, she didn't suddenly wake up in her bed. The green drink from hell must be making her hallucinate, because the boy from her dreams was right here, holding her steady. Only he was no longer a boy, but an older, adult version of him.
Before Kokoro could speak, Miku appeared behind his back looking worried. "Are you alright? You need to lie down?"
Kokoro opened her mouth to speak, but as her eyes darted back to the green-eyed stranger, a sense of connection blossomed inside her. She'd recognize those eyes anywhere, almost as well as she knew her own. Oh god, this was too much. Was she going crazy?
She tried to break free from the stranger's comforting hold, but the room tilted, then swirled in dizzying circles, and suddenly Kokoro couldn't let go of his hands. In a world suddenly thrown in chaos, he has become her refuge and her security before everything turned black and she passed out.
-o-
She woke up against the bright morning sunlight with great hesitation and a massive headache. Kokoro groaned into her pillow for a moment before clarity came crashing down with a vengeance.
What happened last night? Almost panicked, Kokoro shot up in bed and wished she hadn't moved so fast.
Going back to sleep was futile at this point, so she kicked off the covers and checked her clothes. Someone has slipped off the black dress and dressed her in an oversized shirt. How did she get back home? Who helped her? As Kokoro pushed her feet into cold slippers, shouting filtered in from next door. Worried for her friend, Kokoro rushed outside and found Miku standing in her doorway, a sapphire blue sheet grasped to her chest.
"Get out of here!" She flung a shoe at her hapless, off and on again boyfriend. He dodged to the side but didn't quite manage to escape the shoe's other pair. "I mean it, Zorome!" A bunched up black T-shirt joined the shoes.
"What's your problem?" Glaring at her, he pulled the shirt over his tousled head of light brown hair. Kokoro has known Zorome since Miku started dating him, well sort of. She didn't know what exactly was the score with those two, acting lovey-dovey one moment, then spitting mad at each other the next.
"You think you can do better than this, babe?" Zorome stepped back and spread his arms.
"I'm not your babe."
"Really hate it when you're like this." Stomping toward Miku, he pulled a condom from his pocket. "For last night." He almost sneered, tossing it at her feet. "You know where to find me."
"You're a fucking moron!"
Kokoro hurried to Miku's side just as a black pickup jerked to a stop in the driveway. She felt all the air leave her body as the green-eyed guy of her dreams stepped out.
"What's going on?" He asked. His voice. For the first time, Kokoro heard how he sounded like. The deep timbre sent goosebumps all over her arms.
"I need a ride. My chick went psycho."
Miku growled. "I'll show you psycho, you sick fuc—Mitsuru! Get your friend out of here before I rip off his fucking head!" Miku screamed.
"Calm down." Kokoro placed a hand on her arm, thankfully, Miku did not try to fight her off. Sighing almost in relief, Kokoro looked at the two men.
A set of stunning green eyes twinkled at her. "Sure thing." He flashed a wide grin that made her breath hitch at the throat as he pulled Zorome toward the truck. "See you around." He called out before hopping into the driver's seat.
Kokoro turned to Miku as the two men drove off. "Are you okay?"
Miku nodded, grinning ruefully. "How much of that did you see?"
Kokoro bit back a smile. "Enough. You sure do love starting the day with a bang."
"Sorry about that." She ran a shaky hand through her bedroom hair.
"Did he hurt you?"
"No, nothing like that. Zorome's a jerk. The condom broke last night, but didn't think to tell me until this morning." She paused, and an impish grin spread across her face. "But damn if that boy can't use his tongue."
"Too much information, Miku!"
She laughed. "Sorry. Come in. Least I can do is make some coffee...oh right, hot chocolate for you, yes?" She bent to retrieve the condom, then tossed it on the couch on her way to the bedroom.
-o-
It was inevitable that she'd see him again. Somehow Kokoro knew that they were fated to meet. She just didn't expect it would be in the greenhouse that resembled a giant birdcage behind the apartment complex.
Mitsuru had appeared in the doorway of the Bird Cage, without warning, completely unexpected. He said he'd been driving by the apartment complex when he caught sight of the peculiar greenhouse and wanted to inspect it at closer range.
She had looked up and seen him in the doorway. It should be a crime to be so handsome in casual jeans and blue T-shirt, but there he was, making her feel like a little girl with her first crush all over again—breathless, almost panicky, her heart threatening to burst right out of her chest. At least, her brain was still able to function.
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever." He had said huskily, the words almost stilted, vivid green eyes literally riveted to her.
Yes, he had said it—probably read it somewhere and memorized it for effect, words she never thought to hear from Mitsuru. Kokoro almost stuttered herself, self-conscious of how she must look to him in faded cutoffs shorts, oversized shirt, and gardening gloves.
Her pruning scissors had dropped from her shaky fingers when she tried to place it on the toolbox. Mitsuru walked closer and picked them up and hovered. Yes, definitely hovered, as though one part of him was urging him to retreat and another urging him to stay.
It had never occurred to Kokoro that he had deliberately sought her out. She had assumed that he was interested in the plants and flowers. Mitsuru had not revealed either his ignorance or his uninterest. He merely mentioned how the sight of plants and flowers soothed the mind from unpleasant things.
He had even told her that her eyes matched the blue hydrangeas, and that compliment had emerged almost as awkwardly as the first, giving Kokoro the impression that though he looked staggeringly sophisticated and mature, he was almost shy. Mitsuru? Shy? Who would have thought?
She broke her rules when she asked questions about him, she wasn't supposed to get too close, but Kokoro couldn't help herself. Mitsuru fascinated her. He was a man of few words, but when he does speak, he always meant it.
He told her about his work, about the crew he leads in construction sites as a foreman.
A laborer. Her stepfather would have scoffed dismissively, but it mattered not a bit to Kokoro. So what if he's not part of the social circle she was raised in? So what if he does hard, manual labor instead of crunching numbers behind a laptop?
Unlike those men she had dated before, who rode expensive, customized cars, literally born into old wealth, Mitsuru worked for his, and that made her respect him even more.
He invited her for pizza the next night, and told her about his childhood, but when he tried to ask about hers, Kokoro tried to minimize the details. She told him about her dreams of him instead, about how his hair was short and spiky instead of the sleek, brushed back longer locks he has now. Mitsuru was quiet as she told him this, then told her he'd seen her in his dreams too, wearing a strange, white skinsuit. But that was all he would tell her. A tell-tale blush had colored his high cheekbones, and Kokoro didn't have to ask to know that his dreams of her were more lurid in nature.
She didn't want to lead him on, but at the same time felt helpless to resist enjoying every moment of his company.
It was almost midnight when he drove her back to her apartment. They have lost track of time, it had felt like talking to an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time.
Mitsuru walked her to her door and paused.
"I don't suppose a little goodnight kiss would be inappropriate, is it?"
The question doesn't seem to need an answer. Not when Kokoro was already lifting her face up to his. Before Kokoro lost her nerve, his head leaned low, blocking out the faint light of the moon. She trembled when his lips brushed hers. Time seemed to slow down, and she could almost hear the mad thumping of her heart as she felt his soft breath against her lips, more gentle than a man his size has any right to be.
The cushion of his lower lip pressed against hers, and Kokoro abandoned all coherent thought and allowed herself to sink into him, without guilt or doubt, silencing the warning voices. For the moment, there's only him and her, and she pushed away the reason why she's on this 'mission'.
There was only his silent request—let me in, open for me. And her surrender, parting her lips beneath his. Pleasure gave way to a soft moan. His. Hers. There's surprise that it could be like this. Chemistry? Was this what the others have been talking about?
And yet there's more. Tenderness.
Breathless, Kokoro pulled back and sought to balance herself against the door.
Mitsuru stood where she left him, his expression one of bemusement. He touched his lower lip with two fingers. What does he feel there? Her kiss? Kokoro wondered. Most likely her inexperience, her naivete...how quickly she had surrendered.
"You're dangerous." Mitsuru murmured, his voice uneven.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Me? You're stronger than me. What could I do to you?"
He rubbed his jaw, looking away. "I guess we'll see." Mitsuru murmured.
There was a flicker of anticipation in her belly, something she had never felt before. Kokoro had dated others, men her stepfather had picked out for her. None of them ever made her feel anything but her sense of duty. Certainly nothing like this, all-consuming fire that spreads and spreads, threatening to consume her whole.
-o-
A month later...
Of course, she missed him. Badly.
Kokoro didn't think it's possible to die from a broken heart, but she was experiencing something close to it right now. It was as if her very spirit had shriveled up and died. If only her physical husk would do the same. Nothing mattered anymore to her, and she functioned through her days like a mechanical doll.
About two weeks in after meeting Mitsuru, her stepfather's men came to collect her. It didn't matter that her time had been cut shorter than what was agreed upon, Kokoro was too afraid of what her stepfather would do if he found out about Mitsuru to protest.
He would ruin him. Break him. She's not that naive not to know what her stepfather was capable of.
And so here she was, back in her gilded cage in the Niwashi Mansion. Meek and more obedient than when she had left almost two months ago. Her stepfather wielded not one, but two weapons over her head now that Mitsuru entered her life. And she would do anything to keep him and her sister safe, even if it meant meekly marrying another man.
Tonight was her engagement party to Hitoshi, a man her stepfather has selected among her suitors. Someone with enough money to bail out his failing company.
How could she go through this night? How could she pledge to marry that man when her heart belonged to another? Just remembering Hitoshi, of how she'd forestalled his advances made her sick to her stomach. She knew she was only postponing the inevitable. Sooner or later she would be forced to let him have sex with her.
Kokoro stared at her reflection on the vanity mirror, dressed in nothing but a silk robe. She looked calm, but inwardly she felt like a clock wound too tight, about to collapse and fall apart. She was supposed to put on her makeup and select an appropriate dress. The party would start in less than two hours. But she couldn't muster the strength.
If only she could literally die from despair it would be...
The sudden movement reflected on the mirror made her look up, then turn towards the large window that faced the sea.
She was just in time to see a tall, dark shadow drop fluidly and almost silently over the sill of the open French window. On the verge of a scream, Kokoro stared in disbelief as a shaft of moonlight illuminated Mitsuru's starkly handsome features.
"Mitsuru!" She gasped as she stood up, the sudden upward force toppled her chair into the floor. "What are you doing here?"
"Tell me," he said softly, almost conversationally, 'is this game of cat and mouse meant to add a little romance to our relationship? Was I supposed to climb in with a red rose between my teeth and a box with a diamond ring?'
Kokoro clasped her throat in sheer horror. "There's almost a two-hundred-foot drop down to the beach out there! You could have been killed!"
A flash of white teeth revealed his amusement. Clearly, he didn't share the sheer terror that gripped her at the risk he took. "That would be something won't it? Just imagine the headlines, 'Spurned lover jumped to his death during girl's engagement party.' The tabloids would have a heyday."
"I didn't reject you."
"No, you just vanished without warning. Seems like I don't even qualify for a goodbye note."
"I didn't want to leave like that...but I didn't have any choice."
"To think that I was worried that I scared you off. That I was moving too fast..." Abruptly he ran his fingers through his hair, uncaring that he'd messed the dark locks in his agitation. "Only to find out you're about to be engaged to another man."
"It's...it's not what you think." Kokoro said, unaware that she had extended her hand toward him, almost hastily she dropped it. "But it doesn't matter now. I'm not free to be with you. It would be best if you leave now."
"Oh no," Mitsuru's eyes narrowed, making it hard to read his thoughts. "If you think I'll just calmly let you go, you're mistaken."
"Mitsuru...please, listen to me." Kokoro tried to steady the trembling of her voice. "It's not safe for you to be here. My stepfather he—"
"I don't give a flying fuck about your stepfather." He strode closer until the tips of her breasts brushed against his shirt. "You said, you didn't leave me by choice. What then is the real reason?"
"My stepfather's company is on the verge of bankruptcy. His last shopping mall project tanked and buried him in debt. The only way for Hitoshi—the benefactor to help bail him out was if I agreed to marry him."
Pure rage lit up his eyes, she almost expected him to kick or break something.
"So you will sell your body to save your stepfather's company?" He asked with barely contained anger.
"You don't understand...if I disobeyed my stepfather, my sister will suffer the consequences." She tried to reason with him, her blue eyes wide with a plea. "You have to go before someone discovers you here. My stepfather will destroy you."
"I'd like to see him try." Mitsuru murmured silkily, apparently unperturbed by the threat she's so afraid of.
"Mitsuru, please." Kokoro begged, "I can't bear to see you hurt."
"I'm not leaving without you." He said simply, his green eyes resolute.
"It's not possible for us to be together. Can't you see that?" She fought back the tears but couldn't control the trembling that shook her voice.
"Oh yeah?" He murmured, calmly shedding his clothes into an untidy heap. "And who decides that?"
Kokoro's eyes went wide. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" Mitsuru stepped off his pants, looking at her with a hunger he didn't bother to conceal.
"Now would be the time to ask me to leave you alone. To never approach you ever again." He murmured silkily as he calmly strode to where she was. Kokoro whimpered a little as she unconsciously backed away from him, until she felt the wall behind her, closing off her escape.
Mitsuru's gaze did not waver, intense and piercing as he braced his hands on either side of her head against the wall. "Look at me Kokoro." He ordered, for all that his voice was soft, there was no mistaking the steel beneath it. "Tell me to leave you alone."
"I...I want you to...leave." She stammered in a small, breathless voice, unable to meet his eyes, gasping as he lowered his head to brush his lips against the bare skin of her shoulder.
"Maybe I will...if you release me first." Mitsuru murmured, amusement made his eyes softer for a second.
Kokoro sucked in a startled breath as she realized she was indeed holding him to her, tight, as if unwilling to let go.
"Stop fighting me. You know it's futile. You are mine." And then he took her mouth with explosive passion. It was an act of possession, a stamp of ownership blatant in its intent to dominate.
She was barely aware of him untying the belt of her robe, of his hands pushing the soft fabric off her shoulders leaving her completely naked.
"Oh god." Mitsuru groaned as he stepped back for a moment just to look at her nudity. "You're so exquisite."
The simple, heartfelt praise was enough to make her blush all over. But he didn't give her enough time to be embarrassed for long.
Gently, he guided her towards the bed, carefully laying her down as if she was fragile and delicate. Almost instantly, Kokoro slid between the sheets. Her eyes huge and almost frightened but kept her gaze fixed on him.
Mitsuru rose up, standing before her, his legs spread. And then he took out that cock.
The size of it made her mouth drop open and Kokoro looked away again, unable to believe how large it was, the veins crawling up the shaft, the huge, dusky head, the way the tip glistened with his moisture. She'd never seen a real cock before. She'd seen plenty of pictures of them, heard stories from her girlfriends, but nothing could prepare her for this.
"Find something you like?" Mitsuru said in a low voice, chuckling lightly when she blushed harder. "Get used to my cock, sweetheart. It's the only one you'll know from now on."
She grasped the sheets to her chest as if they could protect her from him. He gave her another one of those wicked smiles, before he grasped the end of the sheets and pulled them off her.
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped, instinctively trying to hide her nudity, legs crossed, her arms shielding her breasts.
"You do realize that I'll be doing more than just look at you, right?" His eyes gleamed with amusement as he joined her on the bed.
He made a small rough sound as she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her nakedness with his own body.
"I don't want you to get hurt." Kokoro said in a pained voice, looking up at him as he hovered above her.
"Oh, sweetheart." Mitsuru groaned as he kissed the tip of her nose. "Haven't you realized it yet? The only one with the power to hurt me is you."
"But..."
"Hush. I gave you your chance." He kissed the soft upper slope of her breast. "There's no going back now."
She tried to fight off the desire, to resist the pleasure, the hunger that only kept growing with each caress, each kiss, each brush of his fingers.
But it was impossible, not when her very heart screamed for him, her very soul yearned for his touch. She had missed him so much.
"I have plans for these beauties." He murmured as he cupped her breast. "No...don't worry about it right now. That's for later."
He saw that look in her eyes and made a rough sound. "Baby...you're perfect. If only you could see yourself the way I see you."
Kokoro had told him how she didn't like her breasts, that she always thought of them as too big, ungainly for her frame. She had often dressed in clothes that would not emphasize her breasts, avoiding tight clothing that would attract the freaks and the creeps.
But there was something else too. She wanted to...save them, keep them to herself until it was time to share them with that one man, the one she was saving herself for. She knew it was insane, especially at this time and age, when her stepfather controlled everything. No, she won't go there, not now, not yet.
And now, the man she loved took joy in touching her. Mitsuru had never hidden the fact that he enjoyed her breasts, and she was too shy to tell him that only he gets to play with her this way, even knowing how that knowledge would have pleased him.
She could only thrust her fingers through his hair and hold him to her as he suckled and bit her. "I love your breasts." He groaned before tugging at her nipple once more, drawing her deeper into his mouth. "I'll love them even more when they become heavy with your milk."
"Milk?" Kokoro gasped, going completely still. Did she hear him right?
But Mitsuru was back to his hungry suckling, feeding on her breast as if he could coax her distended nipple to produce milk.
Kokoro mentally shook her head. That thought was positively insane. Milk? When she wasn't even pregnant?
"Soon, sweetheart." He murmured cryptically as he stared at her red, swollen nipples.
He only smiled at the confusion in her face.
"I don't understand..."
"You will soon." He licked her nipple one more time before he levered himself over her.
"Tell me Kokoro..." Mitsuru murmured as he slid his lean hips between her thighs, his breath hot against her throat. "Have you given that man what belongs to me?"
"W-what?" Kokoro gasped in confusion then all sane thought scattered as his hand swept down the flat concavity of her belly, lower still until he touched the soft flesh between her legs. His touch proprietary, possessive and demanding.
"Guess I'll find out for myself."
A single finger gently stroked the tight seam at her center, before carefully pressing inside. Kokoro flinched as he fingered her hymen, could only stare at him as his face registered surprise at first, before turning smug, almost arrogant.
"This is mine." He murmured in that quiet, deep voice. Pure male satisfaction infused every word. "Make no mistake, Kokoro, if that man had touched you, I would have destroyed him...he'd wish he was dead."
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped as she saw the lethal glint in his eyes, and she knew that he wasn't making any idle threats.
He licked his finger, the very same one he'd used to trace her hymen, making Kokoro's cheeks flush with heat. "You are simply delicious." He murmured, much to her embarrassment.
"Must you say such things?"
"I haven't even really started, sweetheart." A flash of white as he grinned, then his eyes sheared directly to hers. "Your pussy tastes so sweet."
A crimson blush turned her face redder even as she protested. "Mitsuru!"
"But you like it when I talk dirty." He murmured, moving lower even when Kokoro tried to pull him up. She stiffened as his face hovered just above the thin patch of hair at the apex of her legs.
"Mitsuru! What are you do—" Kokoro thought she'd die from embarrassment when he pressed a kiss on her mons, rubbing his nose against the patch of hair, inhaling her scent.
She tried to close her legs as he moved lower, but discovered she couldn't.
"Baby...try to relax." Mitsuru kissed her inner thigh as if to soothe her, "Soon you'll be taking in something larger and harder than my tongue."
"I can't!"
"Of course, you can." He countered, gently rubbing the soft folds of her pussy. "You just have to stop fighting it."
"I'll try." She said in a small voice.
Mitsuru released a startled breath, then smiled at her. "Don't have to try so hard...just surrender to me, sweetheart."
For a timeless instant, their gazes simply met, a silent communication between two lovers. Kokoro closed her eyes when he bent his head lower, brushing his lips against her soft flesh. She bit her lip as she felt his fingers spreading her open, exposing her very core to his eyes.
"Damn...you're so beautiful." He said in a voice that has suddenly gone rough. "Kokoro, you're so pink...especially here." He touched the tiny slit at her center.
She tried to squirm away, but he didn't let her. "Behave sweetheart, or I will have to tie you to the bed."
His words made her pause. Would he really do that? Bind her to the bed?
"Ah, you like that?" Mitsuru murmured, shamelessly nuzzling against her pussy, "We can try that later."
"I...I didn't..."
"Don't deny it Kokoro...your pussy just got wetter." He made obscene, wet noises that made her squirm even more as he licked her.
Using his fingers, he kept her wide open, his tongue an instrument of exquisite torment stroking her up, down, over and over, before penetrating the tight slit. Kokoro bucked her hips, a choked soft cry broke through her gritted teeth.
"Easy sweetheart...I won't hurt you." Mitsuru said in a low voice. "Not yet...that is."
A rush of hot breath caressed her skin as he chuckled when she protested. But Mitsuru didn't stop.
With his thumb, he stroked the hood of her clit, slicking it back to fully reveal the already swollen, reddened clit. "My Kokoro's sweet little clit." He murmured, blowing a breath against it when she tried to squirm away.
He circled it for long minutes with his fingers, drawing more of her own moisture, then painting her clit with it until it gleamed, until it stood up hard, swollen, embarrassing her with its abandoned wantonness, with its shameless need. "Mitsuru...please. I ache."
"I know, sweetheart." She flinched as he gave her a long, slow lick, feeling every bit of the velvet texture of his tongue.
"I'm going crazy!" Kokoro cried out as he continued to tease her. Slow, light flicks of his tongue that did nothing but made the ache burn higher.
"That's my job." He replied, but ceased the exquisite torture and finally, finally gave her what she wanted.
Bliss when it came, almost made her sob from the intense release. She reached to touch his face with trembling fingers, her blue eyes dazed, almost uncomprehending, as if unable to believe the pleasure he had just given her.
He wanted her to think about those parts of her body that made her so exquisitely feminine—those pink nipples, her beautiful breasts, that needy clit, the impudent curves of her ass, her sweet little pussy.
They were all his.
And he wanted her to understand the truth of that down to the most primal, instinctive level, whether or not she was prepared to accept it yet.
The fact that he owned them, that he owned her, and that he intended to enjoy all of her— whether she wanted him to or not—only deepened the darker side of his possessive arousal.
Mitsuru never knew he could be this primitive, that he could ever desire a woman to this level it brought out the animal in him. Yet, he tempered that raging lust with the gentler, more tender emotions of love that demanded he took care of her.
The same love that goaded his inner beast to near insanity was the very thing that controlled it.
"Can't wait much longer. sweetheart, I must have you." He bit her lower lip even as he kneed her thighs wider apart. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered. "Going to stretch that sweet little pussy around my cock. Your body will resist me, try to push me out...but you won't be able to stop me."
Her eyes flew open at those last words, and though there was apprehension in her gaze, there was no mistaking what else he saw there.
Arousal.
It was an animal lust she could no longer hide, that he felt in every trembling muscle of her being, and every pulse of the blood under his thumb. Her lips were swollen from his kiss, bruised and trembling, those eyes so blue, so bright and beautiful looking up at him.
There was never any doubt that her body understood who her master really was. Now, it was only a matter of showing her mind the truth of things. She belonged to him.
He pressed forward slowly, smiling to himself as he relished the soft, welcoming heat of her body, loving the way the lips of her pussy spread wide around the width of his cock like a lover's embrace. The head slipped just inside, and then he was pressed against her hymen, against that last symbol of what she was. A symbol of what she would never be again.
Gently he nudged against the tight constriction. It felt like his cock was caught in a tight band of tissue that resisted his entry. Kissing her soft lips, Mitsuru tried again, then went completely still when she hissed in pain.
"How much more?" Kokoro gasped breathlessly.
He brushed his lips against the droplets of tears that gathered at the corners of her eyes."I'm barely in..."
Her eyes flew open at his words. "B-barely?" She stammered in disbelief. "Impossible! You feel like a baseball bat inside me!"
Mitsuru released a startled short laugh, "Oh baby...I was trying to ease you into this...seems like there's no way around it."
Kokoro reached up to touch his lips, her eyes apprehensive, but he could see her love shimmer in their depths as well. "Just take me." She said in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper.
Something seemed to shift inside him, she had sensed the restraint he'd placed on himself before. Now, he's easing up that control. Briefly, Kokoro wondered if she could handle the beast she had unleashed.
Mitsuru kissed her as he pressed forward steadily, relentlessly, hard and unyielding, until both felt something finally gave way, a tearing surrender that had him groaning her name as he sank deeper.
Any moment now he'd stop, she thought to herself, gritting her teeth as he stretched her more and more as he went deeper. Any moment now he'd reach all the way inside and stop...but he kept going.
Her eyes flew open, gazed directly into his, tears brimming over. She keened, a lost sound, surprised, confused. She gritted her teeth, her eyes closed tight, those tears finally trickling down the sides of her head.
"Sweet Kokoro." He groaned as he penetrated her deeper still, stretching her further until the head of his cock was hard and demanding against the mouth of her womb. "It's done, sweetheart..."
More tears fell then, but she opened her eyes and met his gaze. "Mitsuru...it...it hurts!" She shuddered as she inhaled. Her hips moved restlessly, an instinctive attempt to dislodge him, but the movement only changed the angle, his cock penetrated deeper instead."Oh, god...it's...I can't. I can't...please!"
He shook his head before leaning down to kiss her tears away. "I'm not even all the way in...yet."
"Not...all the way in?" She gasped, a stricken look made her eyes appear brighter.
Mitsuru shook his head again then smiled at her. "Not tonight, sweetheart." His kisses were light, tender...so loving, so much different from the imposing presence wedged so deep in her flesh. "I'll go easy on you tonight."
"This...this is easy?" Kokoro cried out softly as he shifted his hips, showing her just how much more larger he could feel inside.
"You're mine now, Kokoro." At first, he thought the words were only in his head, but the sudden blush suffusing her cheeks told him he'd said them aloud.
Rather than reply though, she simply stared at him, tears still gathered at the corner of her eyes. But they were no longer just from pain. They were tears of wonder, of discovery, and of simple love. The pleasing weight of him, her breasts squeezed and flattened beneath him gave her a dark, twisted pleasure she knew she could never hope to understand.
"Say it." He commanded in a low, rough voice, almost growling.
"Yours."
"Again." He ordered even as he tested her soft depths, knowing he could force her to accept more if he wanted to.
"Yours. Oh god...Mitsuru!" Kokoro cried out as she arched her head back in a timeless gesture of surrender.
The sight of her freshly broken-in pussy clamped tightly around his cock made him want to thrust, to take her hard, roughly until she was raw, stretched out, used and thoroughly fucked and seeded.
But he couldn't do it. Not now. He had to be gentle. He wanted to show her he could be gentle.
Even if the beast within him demanded he subjugates her.
Pulling back, he withdrew from the tight grip of her body, looking down as her soft flesh released him slowly, inch by inch, a smile made his face almost malevolent, suffused with territorial possessiveness as he saw the gleaming red streaks along the shaft of his cock—the evidence of the virginity she no longer possessed, the proof that she would forever be his. With shimmering, narrowed eyes he pressed her thighs apart with his palms and simply gazed at her with proprietary smugness.
"My Kokoro." He murmured almost to himself. "So beautiful, so glorious...and all mine." He bent his head lower, seeking the tender soft flesh.
"Mitsuru..." She gasped, covering herself with a hand.
"What is it, sweetheart?" He asked, gently pulling her hand away and kissed her fingertips.
"You can't..."
He smiled at her, the dark locks brushing against her skin as he leaned down to kiss her inner thigh. "And why not?" His hand looked large between her legs, claiming ownership, protective and possessive.
"I...I'm bleeding..." There's blood on his cock, and it's hers.
Amusement flitted over his face, making his eyes appear softer. "You think because there's a little blood on your pussy, I can't lick you?"
"Yes," Kokoro whispered. A soft flush made her face hot to hear him say such things, the blush turned deeper at the thought of him tasting her—tasting her arousal, tasting her blood.
His expression hardened as his eyes gleamed, intense and piercing. "It's mine, Kokoro." Mitsuru traced the soft folds of her quivering flesh with a gentle finger. "Your body, your pussy...your blood." He licked her even as he spoke, making her cry out. "Your virginity. All of you. Even your orgasms. You belong to me now. You don't get to tell me 'no'. You don't get to tell me what not to do."
A part of her wanted to deny his words, to fight him over this imbalance of power. But it was fleeting. This was a battle she didn't want to win. It was a battle she wanted to lose.
"Yes."
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, soft as it was, he had heard her voice of surrender.
He sank into her slowly again, looking deep into her eyes as he moved within the tight grip of her body. He wouldn't let her look away, made her watch as he took every inch of her pussy, made her see the way the soft folds parted and stretched around the girth of his cock. There was no more resistance this time, only helpless surrender as he claimed her.
Mitsuru gripped her wrist, gathering the other one until he had both of them clamped in his hand, high up above her head. Her breasts bounced below her chin, and he gave in to the desire to touch and taste them once more.
"You're mine." He said in a hoarse, rough voice, the only warning she got.
He took up a hard, relentless thrusting, and muttered a curse as within seconds, her tight sheath almost drove him over the edge. With a shuddering breath, Mitsuru slowed his strokes, but pushed even deeper on each one. He wanted to conquer her, to own her, to imprint himself upon her in the most primal way a man could.
Harder and harder, he fucked her, his knees and feet digging into the mattress for leverage as he pounded her over and over again.
"You can take more."
Then she did, Kokoro gasped and whimpered as his cock pushed deeper still, lodging itself tightly into the very furthest reaches of her sheath.
He was much too large for her to take all of his length, but he was content with what she could give him at the moment. He relished the way her arousal slicked the part of his shaft that wasn't able to get inside of her, as if marking him as her own, his pubic hair now glistening, sticky with her wetness.
Mitsuru shifted his hips again, the head of his cock battering her cervix as if he wanted to penetrate her very womb itself.
"Found it." He groaned.
Before she could ask what he meant, he fucked her even harder, and Kokoro could only scream as the big head of his cock pushed past her cervix, lodging in her fornix, filling her there in the way she never thought was possible.
"Mitsuru...I'm..you're...oh, my god!"
She reared up then, her senses graying out, her pussy spasming upon him, rippling over and over, squeezing his shaft so tight she thought she might rip in two, if not implode into thousand pieces first. Her clit throbbed and ached, the sweet friction of his pubic bone grinding against it prolonged her orgasm until she was certain people could die from such annihilating pleasure.
"I'll breed you soon." Mitsuru murmured hotly against her ear before she could even recover from her euphoria. "You'll take me several times a day, in your pussy, in your mouth...in your ass." He smiled when Kokoro went still. "That's right my sweet, innocent Kokoro. I will have your ass too...but that's for another day."
"Soon these beauties will grow heavy with milk. You'll have my cum across these tits, across your face. You will swallow it whenever I demand it of you. I'll fuck you until you're large and swollen with my child."
"Oh, my god!" Kokoro gasped, his words were so filthy, so degrading and yet aroused her even more.
"There won't be a single time when my cum isn't leaking from your sore, stretched cunt, or your bottom throbbing from bending and taking me there too. That will be your life—to please me, to submit to me, to bear my children. Over and over and over again."
He stroked her clit as he spoke, gently, soothing it, imparting both his ownership of it and expressing the tenderness and affection he felt for her.
"These beauties are mine too." He nuzzled her breasts once more. "And they're going to be very busy even before I begin to breed you." He bit her nipple making her gasp. "These will be heavy, full of milk, so tight. I'll make you wait to be milked, until they ache, until the white droplets drip from these hard red nipples."
"Mitsuru..." She looked up at him, at his lips, yearning for his kiss. What's happening to her? Why do his dirty words arouse her so much when she should be outraged?
"Open for me, Kokoro. Accept your man, your master, your owner. Take my cum, submit to it and offer your body for my use and pleasure. Do you accept it? All of it?" Kneading her breasts almost cruelly, he barked the words. "Say it!"
"Yes...I accept all of it. I am...yours. All of me. Take it all!"
"That's my girl."
With his teeth nibbling her earlobe, he pushed deep again, the head of his cock hard against the opening to her womb, and finally ceded all control, his orgasm ripped into him, harder, deeper than any he'd ever experienced, drowning him in the overwhelming pleasure.
Then he filled her with his creamy essence, marking her with the hot torrent of his cum, claiming her in the most primitive of ways a male could, even as her soft words echoed in his head.
Yours. Always...always.
Pounding her soft flesh with a few last possessive thrusts, he released her nipple with the utmost reluctance and then Mitsuru finally pulled free. Long strands of their mixed fluids linked the dusky large head of his cock with the inflamed, stretched entrance to her pussy. His semen immediately flowed out, dripping down her thighs to join the wet pinkish patch on the sheets beneath her.
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She didn't know where he was drawing his confidence from. All she knew was that she won't let him go down alone. If he dies, then she dies with him. Simple as that.
After a brief shower together, Mitsuru made her wear her makeup, put on her dress, while he did the same with his slightly crumpled black suit.
There was no way to hide her passion-swollen lips or the red marks on her neck. But there wasn't enough time to worry about such things.
Mitsuru led her right into the middle of the party. The people have already gathered, people she'd seen all her life. Rich people, obnoxious, uppity, who treated others below them with disdain.
But her worried gaze was fixed on her stepfather, who stood in a small group of men, drinking from a champagne flute. Hitoshi stood next to him.
As if sensing her unease, Mitsuru reached for her cold hands and gently squeezed her reassuringly. "Everything will be alright. Just leave it to me."
How? She wanted to scream. All she wanted to do was drag him and find her sister and run off somewhere where her stepfather will never find them.
But as they slowly approached her stepfather, for the very first time in her life, Kokoro saw the older man stiffen, then turn pale with fear.
"Mr. M-Mori." He stammered, clearly discomfited. "I didn't know you were here. The funds will be ready by next week, sir."
Sir? Mr. Mori? Kokoro looked first at her stepfather but his attention was fixed on Mitsuru. Then she looked at her man, confused and unsure what to think. What to believe.
"Mitsuru?"
He tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, then gave her an open-mouthed kiss on the side of her neck, right there, right in front of her stepfather and her would be fiance, Hitoshi.
Kokoro winced, expecting a flurry of outraged demands he was thrown out or worse. Instead, the two men stood there, frightened, pale and completely still like statues.
"Since I haven't yet decided what to gift you for our engagement, I'll let you decide this man's fate instead." His eyes that were so cutting, so cold when he glared at Hitoshi and her stepfather now gleamed with wry amusement as he lifted her hand to his lips.
"Do you accept?"
A/N: Yeah had a delay in posting. I've been doujinshi hunting for the past several days. I bought directly from the artist through pixiv. My 3 Mitsukoko doujinshi arrived this afternoon. The artist goes by the circle: Carrot Academy. Also by 'Robosquat'. God, I'm literally drowning in so much happiness right now. lol Can't wait for her 4th Mitsukoko doujin.
Anyway, had trouble making a concise story. The plot bunny demands a full story but I don't think I'll have enough discipline to finish a new multi-chapter fic. So yeah, compressed the story into a one shot. Sort of. It's not yet finished and will continue the same universe in the next 'chapter'.
Can't reply to guest reviews, hopefully, this answers your question. And thank you! :D