Story Seven: Backdoor Wonderland.

Warning: Anal play, anal sex. 69.

She waited for him outside, leaning on the passenger side of his silver Porsche. Even if she didn't check the license plate, she would still know that it belonged to her boyfriend.

Only Mitsuru would get a parking spot right in front of the establishment where he's chosen to dine. She had taken a few steps inside and seen him sitting at the bar, and he wasn't alone. The redhead, the same one she'd seen walk out of his apartment months ago was sitting at the barstool beside his.

Her first reaction had been anger. Anger that he would seek someone else's company when she told him she can't cancel her dinner date with Hitoshi. Her best friend was still pining for his ex and needed company, Kokoro didn't want to make him feel abandoned just because she now has a boyfriend. But this!

Kokoro wanted to march over inside and make her presence known. But then stopped herself. Mitsuru has promised her he wouldn't jump in bed with someone else when they had another misunderstanding. If they were to do this, for their relationship to work, she needs to be able to trust him.

It took all her willpower to hold back the anger and the hurt and all her insecurities, but Kokoro made herself wait by his car. If he stepped out of that pub with the redhead, she will walk out of his life and not look back...at least, that's what she told herself. Kokoro wasn't sure how she'd truly react if her worst fears were confirmed. Would she really be able to walk away?

-o-

After a long day work, his home was usually a welcome respite, and yet this evening it was the last place he wanted to go to. As soon as Mitsuru got into his car, he'd known that Kokoro's absence wouldn't just be felt when he went to bed, it would be felt as soon as he pulled into his garage.

He used to imagine her all over the house, naked and ready for him. He'd plotted out the ways in which he'd wanted to ravage her, all the ways in which he wanted to possess her body on every fuckable surface he could find. But right now, it's more than that.

Now he has the memory of all the places he'd fucked her. The memory of the way she looked as she walked about wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts. The way she'd turn and smile at him as she prepared him lunch in the kitchen, or the sound of her footsteps as she explored his office. He could see her sitting beside him on the dining table even as dusk cast an orange glow on her glorious hair.

Kokoro had become so much a part of his home that no one else has ever been. No one. In just a matter of weeks, she'd left her mark in every room. Tonight, that truth made him feel, and what he felt was mightily pissed off and resentful.

Mitsuru latched on to anger. It was much better than the longing that made his chest ache earlier. It just reminded him of how much he wanted her, how tight she's got him wrapped around her goddamn finger, and right now—that's pissing him off.

Fuck. Life was easier when he was governed by the little black book.

He shook his head, rubbing the palm of his hand against his jaw as he stared at the soccer game on the screen with unseeing eyes. He knew damn well that he couldn't give her up. Not his sweet woman, not Kokoro, most especially not for a random hook-up. Not anymore.

His dick had become highly selective, and wanted only one cunt—her cunt. He could see no one else. Just Kokoro. His sweetheart. His woman.

All. Fucking. Mine.

But tonight she's unavailable, and he didn't want to go home to an empty house. He was already unhappy to know that he would be sharing her with her parents this coming weekend, but her refusal to cancel her evening out with Hitoshi to be with him instead grated on his nerves. He was jealous. Plain and simple. Nevermind that he knew he was being unreasonable. She wasn't his beck and call girl, ever ready to spread her legs for him whenever he wanted. But fuck, he really wanted to see her tonight.

Just how did he allow himself to end up like this? Enslaved by a single girl? He'd told her he was no animal but Kokoro turned him into one. Insatiable beast. He couldn't get enough of her.

Fuck. I'm so fucking fucked up.

"Is this seat taken?"

Mitsuru looked at his side just as Mina pulled out the stool to his right. She smiled at him as she slid on top of it. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail and she was dressed more casually than he'd ever seen her, in jeans and a simple cream t-shirt that clung to her chest.

His cock remained disinterested at the sight of her, something that didn't come as a surprise, not any longer. He had been tamed and brought to heel by his girl.

"Are you here alone?" Mina asked, twirling the end of her hair with her fingers. "I'm here with some girlfriends." She said, nodding to a table behind him.

Mitsuru didn't bother looking.

"So how have you been? I haven't seen you in a while. You stopped calling."

"I've been busy."

"Mr. Mori, that's what you always say." Mina said with a slight smile.

He chuckled slightly, acknowledging she's right. He had always had an excuse to keep her close enough to reach, but far enough for her to understand that there was never going to be more than just sex between them.

"Surely, an attractive woman like yourself will have no trouble finding company when it's desired."

"True." Mina replied, slightly pouting her lips. "But not all company is worth keeping."

He nodded his head in agreement. Reminded of his girl, Mitsuru decided he couldn't bear the heaviness in his chest any longer. If he had to wait to be with her tomorrow, then so be it. He'd waited months before he got her into his bed, what was a single night?

Are you mad at me, Mitsuru?

He needed to hear her voice at the very least. He just can't let things as they were between them much longer.

That his dick was being irrational still wasn't lost on him. It was strange that he wanted her even more now than he did before becoming her lover. He had a taste of her, and was instantly addicted. With enough effort, he could get off with another woman, but he knew that it won't give him the satisfaction he craved.

A few months ago he'd never seen himself in a relationship, much less a monogamous one. Yet here he was, enduring a self-inflicted case of blue balls because his girlfriend refused to cancel a previous plan she'd made with Hitoshi. Fuck.

"I have to go." He inclined his head towards the exit, indicating to Mina that their conversation had ended.

"You're seeing someone, aren't you?" She murmured as Mitsuru pulled out some bills from his wallet.

"What makes you think that?"

She quirked an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You've wanted my ass for months. You're no quitter, Mitsuru. You get what you want. So, either you lost interest, or you're playing the part of a faithful lover—and for my own pride's sake, I'm going to believe it's the latter." Her eyes spoke of a different truth, one that silently asked him to refute her own words.

Mitsuru merely nodded his head. "Goodbye, Mina."

-o-

Kokoro was considering pulling out her phone to call him. She had struggled with a thousand thoughts, torn between marching inside the pub, or sticking to her original plan.

What if by doing nothing, just waiting here, she'd let the other woman win? What if fate had led her here exactly for the sole reason of stopping him from seeing that redhead?

The thoughts tormented her, and unable to bear anymore, Kokoro took a step towards the pub entrance when the glass doors slid open and Mitsuru walked out. He looked surly, in an extremely foul mood. Alone. But when he saw her standing by his car, he froze as if unable to believe she's really there.

Relief made her knees weak. "H-hi." She said shakily, wondering how anyone could stammer over a simple word. She wondered if he's still mad at her, if she was a welcome sight. He didn't sound happy with her earlier, and he hadn't called her since then.

He didn't speak a word, he didn't smile. Mitsuru simply strode towards her, his green eyes glittered with an emotion she couldn't define.

"Mitsuru...I..." She said softly, right before he pulled her into his arms, his hand angled her jaw upward, tilting her face before he crushed her lips with his.

The taste of her, his sweet woman, went straight to his head. Nothing could ever feel this good, this right. Now that she was here, in his arms, he could finally acknowledge the truth he didn't want to face—He'd missed her. Something inside him unraveled, for the briefest instant, peace washed over him before it was quickly overtaken by sheer lust.

"God, if you only knew how much I want you right now." He murmured against her lips.

A soft blush colored her cheeks as he pulled away to look at her, instantly bemused by the sudden shyness that made her unable to meet his eyes.

"I missed you." Kokoro whispered, playing with a button on his shirt. Something caught her eye and she turned her head at something over his shoulder.

Mitsuru followed her gaze to see Mina step out with her group of friends. He didn't even bother acknowledging her before he turned back to Kokoro. "Nothing happened."

"I know." She murmured softly, but didn't look away from Mina. She was a little surprised to realize the memory of that morning still stings. It didn't help that Mina looked so beautiful and alluring even in casual clothing. It wasn't hard to imagine why Mitsuru was attracted enough to have her in his bed.

Kokoro has never been a confrontational person, would do anything to avoid a conflict. But in this, she wouldn't back down. She met Mina's stare squarely until the other woman looked away. They will never be friends, but Kokoro doesn't get a kick on people's suffering. There was no mistaking the flash of pain that crossed Mina's eyes when she took one last glance at Mitsuru's direction. He may never know this, but Kokoro does. Mina had feelings for him, deeper than just being sex partners.

And just like that, she was reminded that Mitsuru chose her. That he could have any number of beautiful women like Mina but chose to give them up. For her.

Suddenly, all she wanted to do was kiss him again. As if he read her mind, Mitsuru pulled her close once more, his eyes bright and intense before he parted her lips with his own. A soft sound escaped them both as she wrapped her arms around his neck, humming her pleasure as his tongue stroked and caressed her.

She gasped when she felt him grow hard against her, and her nipples pebbled in response. Kokoro pulled him even closer, needing to feel more of his body pressed against hers, uncaring if people stopped to gawk at them, and he held her tighter. Then, without any warning, Mitsuru pulled away, leaving Kokoro gasping for air.

"Fuck—I can't. I can't kiss you like that and not touch you."

"Oh." She said with a shaky laugh. She tried to think of something to say in response but came up empty.

"Dammit, I want you so much." He muttered, before burying his face against her neck.

"Mitsuru." She gasped, clenching the front of his shirt as he grazed his teeth along her skin before pinching her flesh in a tiny bite.

"I'm warning you now, sweetheart—when I finally get you naked, I'll be fucking you over and over and over until you can't take it anymore."

She squeezed her thighs together as her soft flesh clenched in response to his words, the action was not lost on Mitsuru, telling him without words that she wanted him too.

He pulled his car door open. "Get in there before I lose it completely and fuck you right here, right now."

When he got in the driver's seat, he took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. "You'll be taking care of this later, Kokoro."

His words made her stomach flutter even as her cheeks heated up in a blush.

Without another word, Mitsuru drove off. His apartment was closer than his home, but he decided to drive the extra miles no matter how urgent his need was. He didn't want to risk hurting Kokoro with any more reminders of his past dalliances. That's what he told himself. While it was partially true, he didn't want to think too much about it. The real truth was, he wanted her in his lair, in his home, because that's where she belonged.

-o-

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but his gray boxer briefs when Kokoro stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from her shower.

"Drop the towel, sweetheart." Mitsuru commanded in a low voice. "I want to look at you."

She paused at his words, her cheeks turning pink. But after that brief hesitation, Kokoro peeled off the towel wrapped around her chest, watched the way he swallowed, his breath staggering as the towel fell to her feet in a heap, leaving her fully nude, completely exposed to his eyes.

"Oh god. You're so beautiful." He groaned, his eyes narrowing almost into slits as he tamped down his lust. "Come here, Kokoro."

He pulled her astride his thighs the moment she was close enough to grab. Kokoro gasped but quickly recovered, cupping her hands around his face and drew him close for a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as he took over, cupping the back of her neck with a hand to support her as he took what he wanted. Her hands fell from his face to clench into fists against his chest as he thrust his tongue inside, showing her how it would be—crude, primal, almost brutal. She welcomed his roughness with a whimper, making his dick harden and swell at the sound. Oh god. Was this just another way he was fucked up, wanting her pliant and submissive to his invasion? Wanting her to take and take and take?

Mitsuru shook with the need to slow down, to go gentle. If he were to fuck her like this, it would hurt her. She needs to be soft and wet for this. Swollen and eager. He pushed his hand between her legs, a rough, inarticulate sound escaped his throat as he caressed her. She's wet but not enough.

If he were to—abruptly he hissed a shuddering breath when Kokoro trailed her fingers down his torso, then blindly fumbling for his groin.

She will be the death of him. But unable to deny himself the pleasure of her touch, he grabbed her hand and placed it over his rock hard cock. A sigh escaped her lips and he nearly saw white when she gently squeezed him through his boxer briefs.

He nearly lost to the urge to pin her on her back and shove himself balls deep inside her. Barely. "Kokoro." He groaned a warning.

"Mitsuru." She whispered, tracing the waistband of his boxers.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart."

She tucked her face into his neck, shyly hiding from him as she whispered, "I want to suck you."

His dick throbbed at her quiet words. "Now is not a good time, sweetheart." He nipped her shoulder as he spoke. "I want you too much, if you touch me, I may not be able to stop."

"Please." Her hand tripped down his body, tracing the hard contours of his muscles. When she palmed his huge, hot cock, Mitsuru made a growling sound.

"I've never done this before. But..." Kokoro whispered softly, as she traced his dick with her fingers. She paused as she found the wet spot from his pre-cum and she shivered with desire. "I want this. I want you."

Fucking hell...

Between gritted teeth, he muttered, "Just a little then..."

When she slid off from his lap and knelt between his legs, Mitsuru clenched his fists.

"I may be bad at this." Kokoro murmured, hesitant as she stared at his straining length for a moment.

"I'll show you how I like it." Mitsuru muttered, before burying his fingers in her hair and with his other hand, he yanked out his cock. He was bigger than she'd imagined. Exquisite.

Under her fascinated gaze, his veined length bobbed, even as Kokoro watched, it pulsed even harder. A pearly bead of moisture clung to the head, glistening in the soft glow of the light, and she was hungry for it.

Mitsuru muttered words, too low, too rough, his voice so hoarse she had trouble understanding him. She could barely make out the words about the need to stop her, to control himself, but unsure how to drive her away.

Kokoro hesitated, wondering if he's having second thoughts and perhaps he didn't want a sloppy blow job after all, but that pearly bead taunted her. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward and swiped her tongue along the tip, tasting his arousal.

A low guttural sound broke from his chest. Kokoro glanced up, saw his head thrown back, the muscles in his chest rippling with strain. His arm muscles twitched. Encouraged by his reaction, she sucked him into her mouth, tracing those veins with her inquisitive tongue.

He began to rock his hips in a sensuous rhythm, slipping his cock deeper between her lips. He held her firmly in place with his grip in her hair, then slowly almost leisurely fucked her mouth.

With his free hand, he gently brushed his knuckles along her jawline, then caressed the shell of her ear. The other hand gripped her hair, demanding that she accept what he'd give her. The contrast was maddening. He was maddening, and she loved his taste so much, she tended to him with enthusiasm.

"My sweet Kokoro." He grated roughly, "with her eager mouth." She sighed as he gave her more tender strokes along her cheek. "I've imagined you doing this."

She pulled back to run her lips down the side of his shaft. The thought of him fantasizing about her giving him head turned her on like crazy. With a small whimper, she increased her suction, tasting another shot of his pre-cum and she wanted more, more.

With the tip of her tongue, she probed right into the center of the huge crown, seeking more of his taste.

"Kokoro!" He yelled, rolling his hips sharply, filling her mouth with cock.

The huge head hit the back of her throat, she wasn't sure if she had gagged, but was too hungry, too eager to please him to notice anything else.

"Submit to me, sweetheart." He growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Relax your throat and let me in. Fuck! Yes baby, just like that." Another sharp buck at her mouth. When her nose nuzzled against the hair at the base of his cock, she whimpered.

He'd wanted her to submit, her mouth and throat had, relaxing for him to use. His guttural sound made her thighs squirm in reaction, her hand grazed down to cup her wetness, rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand.

"My naughty girl." He pulled her off his dick then shoved his boxer briefs down his legs. Her eyes went dreamy as she took in the sight of him. The cords of muscle in his powerful thighs. The dusky perfection of his heavy testicles.

With a small moan, Kokoro reached forward to fondle the balls he'd bared just for her, making him buck uncontrollably.

Then in one fluid movement, he was on his back and urged her closer. "Sit on my face, Kokoro."

When she hesitated, he growled. "Don't make me repeat myself. Come over here!"

She scrambled to obey but hesitated as she moved to straddle his head. Was he going to lick her in that position while she—?

He fisted his cock and bent it towards her, "Suck me, Kokoro." His breath, hot against her slick folds made her shiver. She moved to reclaim him with her mouth, going completely still when his fingers spread her wet lips, opening her, his gaze on that most private part of her was so palpable it was like a caress.

"So beautiful."

Then he touched her with his wicked tongue.

"Oh god." Kokoro breathed as he licked and massaged her with the flat of his tongue. Between licks, he said. "Suck."

When she reclaimed him with her lips, Mitsuru gripped the curves of her sweet ass and pulled her closer to his mouth. As if consuming a feast, he tongued her greedily, pulling away only to growl "Harder."

His tongue was doing all kinds of wicked things to her that Kokoro was dazed for a moment until his palm came down across her ass, making her arch like a cat in heat.

She sucked him harder, taking him as much as she could, allowing him to thrust into the back of her throat. She gagged again but didn't release him. In return, she felt the slightest graze of his teeth over her clit, almost like a promise to bite, to nip her just as his finger began rimming her opening. Oh god, oh, god. She couldn't help but anticipate his penetration. Kokoro spread her thighs wider over him and went still, awaiting the thrust of his finger.

She earned another smack across her ass instead, reminding her to get busy. With a small cry, she teased the blunt tip with her tongue, then sucked him deeper. When his finger inched inside, she rocked back, too needy to feel any shame as she rubbed her clit over his mouth, wriggling for more.

He probed deeper, filling her tightness, making him groan to feel her heat and wetness, the sweet promise of pleasure. His cock pulsated even harder within her mouth.

With his tongue flicking, tormenting her clit, and his finger pumping in and out of her core, Mitsuru made growling sounds as if he's in paradise.

"Fuck, woman, fuck. You couldn't be tighter. Wetter. You feel so damn good!" Then he captured her clit between his lips and sucked on her.

Kokoro hurtled over the edge. As she started to orgasm, her scream was muffled by his thick girth. When she spasmed around his finger, he went crazy, sucking, consuming her with a vengeance, his rough groan vibrating her clit.

Wave after wave rocked her, pleasure too scorching, too intense to be true. So strong that her vision flickered, threatened to black out.

When she grew too sensitive to take even another lick, she released him from her mouth to move away.

His answer was another smack across her ass.

"No, it's too much!" She gasped.

"You'll take it for me."

As he started licking again, Kokoro shuddered and twisted atop his tongue. She thought it was an act of mercy when he removed his finger—until he began lapping directly at her core. "Mitsuru!"

He pressed the top of her head, positioning her mouth back to his cock. "Take my cum from me. All of it."

She groaned at his words, wanting to taste him. Mouth locked on the head, Kokoro ran her palm up and down from the base to her lips.

His hips rocked into her fist, heels digging into the bed as his massive body hurtled toward its release. His hard thighs shook around her ears. "Swallow me, Kokoro."

Kokoro parted her lips, allowing him to sink deeper. She was too far gone to notice anything else, except the thrust of his tongue as he took her pussy with a frenzied, open-mouthed kiss, growling. "Every last drop, Kokoro."

The thought of drinking him sent her teetering on the edge of climax, with a rush of wetness on his awaiting mouth. He reveled in it, enjoyed it, groans muffled. He licked her for more, even as his cock thickened between her lips, cum surging up his length.

"Imagine me pumping it into you right here—" Mitsuru penetrated her with his tongue, breaching her core just as he began to ejaculate creamy liquid heat into her mouth.

With that first shot of semen, he fucked her with his tongue and growled into her flesh. As Kokoro went over the edge once more, she went wild, delirious with pleasure, drank hot spurts of his cum, swallowing, swallowing all that he would give. Every. Last. Drop.

-o-

She lay on her stomach as she waited for her breath to slow down. Beside her, Mitsuru stirred, not surprisingly recovered faster than she did. He reached out to stroke her loose hair that covered her back, silky and soft. Then he userd both hands to gather her hair in a single fist. With a slight tug, he turned her head to the side so he could admire her profile. Her lips were parted, her breaths still ragged.

He tugged her hair, wrenching her head back as he pressed a hand against the small of her back. Kokoro submitted with a small moan, arching her neck and her spine, bending beautifully for him.

She gasped as he rubbed his erection between her pussy lips, drenching his dick in her desire, grazing her clit before Mitsuru pulled away. Her porcelain-like skin made him greedy for more and he leaned down to bite his favorite spot between her neck and shoulder. Kokoro cried out his name and then she sighed as he licked and kissed around her tender flesh.

He continued to tease her, gliding back and forth along her tiny slit, wishing to torment her until she has reached her breaking point, until she's begging for more. A grin spread across his face when she balled her fists against the sheets, her body trembling with her need.

"Mitsuru!" Kokoro groaned against the bed, "You're driving me crazy! Please!"

"Please, what, sweetheart?" He muttered wickedly, pulling her hair tighter.

She whined, but then arched her back even further, unconsciously sticking her ass out in a silent plea.

He went completely still at the sight, even as desire crashed through him with the impact of a freight train. A longing called from the deepest part of him, primitive, crude, at the most elemental level. The darkest part of the beast she had turned him into. All at once, Mitsuru felt overwhelmed, his eyes glinting with lust at the realization that he'll never truly possess her until he had her, all of her.

He wanted her ass.

Mina had said he wanted her ass for months, while he was interested, Mitsuru didn't really feel the need and didn't press for it. With Kokoro...there was no way to rationalize the lust, or the need to own her, wanting to possess a woman was a foreign concept to him, he'd never had the urge before. All he knew was that he wanted to have her in every way.

Slowly, he shifted on his knees and pulled his dick from the sweet lips of her pussy, sliding it through the crease of her backside. He wanted to play with her, to see how far she'll let him go. Kokoro stiffened beneath him, but he did it again, grazing over her back entrance. When he applied pressure to her tight hole with the slick head of his cock, she tried to jerk away from him. It only took her an instant to realize she can't, and then she gasped his name. "Mitsuru?"

"Stay here." He instructed, gently pulling away from her.

Too languid to do anything but nod, Kokoro rolled on to her back and watched him as Mitsuru stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. He was back in a few minutes, some towels, and a small bottle with a dispenser pump in his hands. He set it down beside her, then arranged the towels on the bed. Kokoro studied the bottle, it was still sealed, though the front label was turned away from her, it wasn't hard to know what its contents was from the text on the back.

"Mitsuru?" She asked again, a bit warily.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"What's that for?"

Never before had they needed any lubricant that wasn't from their arousal, and she's a little nervous now about why he thought they might need it now. But he remained quiet.

"Mitsuru?" She murmured looking at his eyes for answers.

"Remember what we talked about, sweetheart?"

Her safe word. "I remember." She breathed.

"Good." His green eyes glittered. Primal. Possessive.

"Roll over on your stomach, sweetheart. Chest on the towel. Ass in the air."

Her eyes widened at the mention of her ass, and her heart accelerated. He'd told her that this would happen, that he wanted to have her ass. But she didn't feel ready for this, didn't know if she wanted it at all.

"What have I always promised you, Kokoro?" He asked, looking down at her intently.

She didn't reply, didn't have to. They both knew that he may not always be gentle, but he will never hurt her, and would always bring her pleasure as he had promised. And they both know she trusted him. And whether Mitsuru knew it or not, she longed to please him.

So she did as he said, rolling onto her stomach, turning her cheek against the softness of the fluffy towel. Just as he instructed, she pressed her chest down and raised the lower half of her body up onto her knees. He had taken her just like this before, but tonight it felt different.

Kokoro tried to stay calm as he knelt behind her, stroking her skin over her hips and down her thighs. He pressed against her inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs wider. She flinched and cried out his name as he dropped his head to nuzzle her.

She breathed his name as she felt his tongue flick across her clit, sighing as he captured the swollen bud between his lips and began to suck. This was familiar territory, though it still made her blush at times, this was something he had taught her to enjoy.

But when he let go of her clit, and licked his way through the seam of her pussy and then up toward her backside, her vision went white. "Easy baby." He murmured, as if sensing her trepidation. Then he dipped his fingers into her center before smearing her arousal around the tight entrance of her ass.

Kokoro stiffened, still unsure what to expect, but then his wicked tongue found her clit again, while he soothed her with gentle strokes of his hand around her thigh. So distracted was she with the sensations from her clit, she barely noticed when he began to massage her back entrance. It felt amazing. Mitsuru became more greedy, and he growled as he sucked and licked her, shameless in his efforts to taste every bit of her.

He groaned against her softness as her flesh constricted in climax, even as Kokoro shuddered in pleasure moaning his name.

As she lay there still on her stomach, trying to pick up the pieces of her scattered mind, Mitsuru shifted to move positions, rubbing his cheek against the curve of her butt before taking a bite, making her yelp.

"My sweet Kokoro. You're simply delicious."

She was still trying to catch her breath when she felt a cool liquid at the top of her crack. Her eyes flew open as it traveled down her backside. The sensation felt oddly refreshing, but she couldn't help feeling a bit anxious.

"Relax, sweetheart." Mitsuru murmured, his finger tracing the same path as the lube, pausing at her tight entrance.

"Mitsuru..." She whimpered, her fingers gripping at the towel beneath her, unsure if she was ready for this. It's so new, so foreign and...it felt unbelievably forbidden! She'd heard about it, and he'd warned her about this, but she'd never imagined he'd really want to do it with her.

"Breathe and try to relax, Kokoro." He spoke softly, gliding his cock, gently stretching her pussy as he applied a bit more pressure over the tight puckered flesh. He kissed the small of her back, murmuring soothing words as his finger worked back and forth then slowly dipped into the opening.

"Breathe, sweetheart and press back against me."

She followed his direction, still unsure what to make of the sensation. It didn't hurt like she had thought it might.

Kokoro sighed and remained still, relaxing further under his sweet seduction. She let out a small moan as his finger pressed deeper, slipping past the natural resistance of the opening. He kissed the area just above where his finger probed, and then he slid his finger in to the knuckle.

"Relax, baby." He whispered, rubbing his free hand up and down her back. "Oh sweetheart, you look stunning just like this, with me filling your cunt and your sweet, little ass. So fucking perfect."

She gasped when the hand stroking her back slid around her side, up her stomach and then around her breast. "Mitsuru!" She whimpered as he pinched her hard nipple, stoking her arousal even more. Now, his finger in her ass started to feel like a welcome intrusion.

He seemed to know what she needed before she even did, easing another finger into her ass, stretching her open further. Kokoro gasped, then cried out, arching her back even more, blown away the instant his fingers grazed her swollen clit. She reached down to cover his hand with hers, applying more pressure as she ground her flesh against his palm.

"So greedy." He chuckled, rubbing circles around her sensitive bud. She began to move with him, pressing back as he surged forward, making him grunt, making her entire body break out in goosebumps. He felt amazing, so good. He squeezed her breast once more, pounding into her harder and the sound of his flesh smacking against hers drove her own lust higher. Another time the arousal dripping down her leg would have embarrassed her, another time she wouldn't be this wet.

"Goddamn." Mitsuru groaned, biting the lobe of her ear. "Does my Kokoro need more?"

"No...wait..." She gasped when he suddenly pulled out from her, she was so close, just a stroke away from another orgasm.

Vaguely she heard the crinkle of something as Mitsuru tore open a condom and rolled it on. Her brows furrowed in confusion, they have never used a condom, not even their first time. She's on the pill, and though he'd never had unprotected sex before her, Mitsuru had himself tested. So...why now?

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Kokoro."

All the air in her lungs rushed out, but she gave him a silent nod.

Her fingers curled into the towel and formed tight fists at her head. The bed dipped again as he knelt behind her.

His knee went between her thighs and spread them even wider. He caressed her arms, then slid his hands over her back and down her waist.

He kissed her shoulder, then the side of her neck long and hard, rubbing his hard length over her clit all the while. Kokoro was a little nervous about what would come next, but with every stroke of his dick, it was as if he's reminding her that he'd always promised her pleasure—he won't hurt her. He would never hurt her. Not more than he has to...like when he took her virginity.

When he pulled away, he reached for the lube, squirting some in his hand. He rubbed it over himself before massaging a generous amount over her back entrance. As his fingers touched her gently, he brushed another kiss along her cheek. She burned for him, ached for him, and he drew it out until she was near begging for him. By the time he prodded her rear with the thick head of his cock, whatever anxiety she'd had before had bled away into pure molten lust to have him in every way possible.

"We're going to do this nice and slow, baby. Relax and don't fight me. It might hurt, but it shouldn't last long. Once I'm in, the worst is over." His voice soothed and lulled her. His touch incited deep longing.

His hands pressed into her butt and then she felt him position his cock at her opening. When the tip touched the sensitive flesh, her pussy tingled in reaction. Again he leaned down to kiss each cheek of her ass, then the small of her back.

"Try to relax." Mitsuru whispered. "When you feel me push in, I want you to push out against me."

The head of his cock stroked the puckered flesh teasingly a couple more times before he began to ease himself in.

"No, baby, don't tense up like that. Let me in Kokoro...let me in, sweetheart." He moved his hand up to her hair, smoothing it away from her face. He stroked her soothingly and then leaned down to kiss her ear.

Taking a deep breath, she forced her muscles to relax. He pressed inward, deeper and her eyes flew open as she began stretching around the head of his cock."Push out. Meet me halfway." Mitsuru whispered as he gripped her hips. He pushed. She pushed. Her back passage stretched, and it felt like she's on fire. She sucked in her breath and then held it, her heart pounding against the mattress.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe and try to relax. I'm almost there. It won't hurt for much longer." As soon as Kokoro released her breath, he gave a firm push and her body yielded. He slid into her ass, and she cried out at the overwhelming barrage of sensation. She squirmed, small sounds escaping her lips, unable to process whether it was pain or pleasure or some heady mixture of both.

"Shhh, baby, it's all right." He brushed his lips against her neck and then her shoulder, and he held himself completely still against her as he gave her time to adjust to his size.

"God, you're so big." Kokoro moaned.

He gave a small chuckle as he rested his hands against her ass. "No baby, it just feels like that because I'm the first one to get into your ass." He pulled back a few inches and carefully pushed inward again. "The only one you'll take this way." There was relief, and it felt good when he eased out, but then the fire was back when he thrust forward again, and the stark contrast drove her crazy. The edgy pain woke the dark hunger deep inside her in places that only he'd awakened.

"Am I hurting you, Kokoro?"

"No, yes...god I don't know." She gasped. His teeth grazed her shoulder, and then he licked the spot before kissing her again. He raised himself up so his weight was almost completely off her, then placed his hands on either side of her body and surged forward, deeper than before. The thick base of his cock stretched her impossibly making her whimper and his balls rested against her pussy. He stayed there, giving her more time to adjust.

As he stared down at his sweet girl, Mitsuru knew that he had never belonged to a woman until her. There was no way to define it, nor understand, and he no longer cared to. All he knew was that her possession of him amplified his possession of her. Hers was not the first ass he'd taken, but it has never felt this intimate, this sacred. She's mine. She's fucking all mine.

He rode her nice and easy, a gentle motion. In. Out. Careful not to push too hard, or too forceful or move too fast. He will never give her more than she could handle, and tonight, this gentle fucking will have to do. As he eased his fingers into her pussy, he found her drenched, her sweet cunt dripping in arousal. His woman liked it dirty—just like him. Fuck. She feels so good.

He pulled out, and she flinched at the shock of feeling empty.

"Get up on your knees," he said.

Shakily, she rose up, planted her hands in the mattress and got to her knees.

"Touch yourself baby." Mitsuru ordered huskily. "Stroke your clit while I fuck your ass." The rawness of his command sent desire flooding through her body. Leaning forward, Kokoro tucked one arm underneath her and slid her fingers over her belly and lower to her pussy. She circled her clit with her fingers just as he positioned himself again.

This time he wasn't as gentle. He pushed forward, reopening her with one thrust. She cried out as pleasure exploded through her groin.

Kokoro whimpered and fidgeted underneath him. He stopped immediately."Please don't stop. Fuck me, Mitsuru. Please, I'm dying here."

In answer to her plea, he gripped her ass and used his thumbs to part the cheeks. The action stretched her even tighter around his cock and they both moaned.

"Get ready then, baby. I'm going to fuck you hard."

She closed her eyes and began stroking her clit again just as he rammed into her. Hard, fast, deep. His hips slapped against her ass, his thrusts jostling her entire body. It hurt, it burned, it was glorious, it was magnificent. She reached for the pain, embraced it, reveled in its darkness.

His hands roamed up her arms, covered her breasts, pinched her nipples with his thumbs. "Goddamn, you are so fucking exquisite."

The point of no return was seconds away. "Mitsuru...I'm about to..."

She moaned something unintelligible, unable to articulate her need, but words weren't needed as she restlessly tilted her hips in invitation, begging him for more. She needed more.

This woman. He had no fucking defenses against her, he'd wanted some time to regain control that was quickly slipping from his grasp but she's making it impossible.

"I want your pussy, Kokoro." He withdrew much to her shock and protest and then stripped the condom. The beast within him was no longer controllable, and he wouldn't risk harming her, not when he's like this.

He aligned his cock to her pussy, covered her body with his until the muscles of his abdomen grazed against her backside. Kokoro felt her cheeks heat up as she pictured how they must look right now.

Like a male beast mounting its mate.

For a timeless moment, his cock hovered at the opening of her pussy, the huge knob rubbing against the pink slit, lubricating himself in her own arousal.

He growled in warning when Kokoro squirmed, tried to wiggle away. He bit her shoulder, a primal command to make her stay still.

And then, without warning, he plunged his cock into her. Deep. Brutal. Devastating.

The shock of his invasion made Kokoro buck, but he had caged her with his own body, rendering her a prisoner beneath him, nowhere to go, no way to escape. She rested her forehead against the back of her hands, and cried out his name, overwhelmed by the ferocity of his possession.

Last weekend, he had been a gentle lover, easy and sweet. Now, he's all dominant male, demanding and intensely possessive. Taking her pussy with a brutal force he couldn't use with her ass. She winced at the pain-pleasure of his hard presence, so thick the friction was unbearable even with his tiniest movement.

"You're resisting me, Kokoro." Mitsuru murmured roughly as his fingers dug more tightly into her ass.

He gave another hard push and she gasped when he only gained an inch. Then he pulled out, his cock rasping over swollen, engorged flesh. She could only clutch the sheets as she orgasmed without warning. "Oh...oh god." She whimpered, unable to believe how good it felt.

Mitsuru smacked her ass, startling her from her euphoric bliss.

"Open for me. Take me all the way." He ordered.

With the force he couldn't use to fuck her ass, he surged forward, until his hips slapped against her hips. The sudden pressure wrenched a sob from Kokoro's throat. Moisture pricked the backs of her eyelids. It didn't hurt, not really, but she was unprepared to feel him this deep, didn't expect to be taken beyond what she thought she could give.

His entry was rough, delicious, intensely pleasurable yet bordered on pain. A whole host of conflicting sensations that left her incoherent.

Her mind went blank. She couldn't even conjure the simplest of thoughts. All she was aware of was Mitsuru. Him inside her. And how so right it felt.

He'd warned her he was huge, he'd warned her he'd be rough. But he didn't warn her that he would ride her like a rutting beast.

And even if he had, nothing could prepare her for this. Kokoro cried out as he clamped his arm around her waist, holding her in place. She'd never realized how much he had held back for her before, until now. She arched her neck and moaned when he rammed into her again.

He kept her legs spread wide, leaving her little cunt open and vulnerable to every thrust he inflicted one after the other.

"You're so deep." Kokoro gasped, her hips instinctively shifting as if to ease some of the pressure. "So hard, Mitsuru." Her face was flushed. Eyes heavy and dazed from pleasure. She looked like a wild creature wrestled and subdued.

"Not deep enough." He breathed against her ear. "You feel so good, oh god, you feel incredible." He said hoarsely. "So tight. So fucking perfect." He pinned her to the bed, held her in one spot and thrust repeatedly into her pussy, battering her soft flesh with no mercy, no restraint, no finesse.

Kokoro cried out, her back arching, unable to bear the intensity of his fucking. She tried to squirm away, but Mitsuru pressed her down, imprisoning her beneath him, his hips continued to slam against her ass, his cock pumping her pussy with a punishing speed that had her clawing the sheets.

"Take it." He growled, his voice vibrating against her skin. "Take it all." The wet, squishing sound of their flesh colliding in that furious carnal rhythm echoed sharply through the room.

"I need to go deeper." He muttered, biting her shoulder turning her wild. "Open yourself to me, baby, let me fuck you deeper."

He slammed into her, and she gasped his name, fists bunching the sheets in a tight grip.

"Take me. All of me." He hissed. "Ah fucking hell, that's it, let me take what's mine." He hammered into her again, and she felt herself give way around him, giving him that last inch. His balls wedged against the soft folds of her pussy, and he gave a shout of satisfaction. "Oh hell yeah. Goddamn, you took all of me, I knew you could." His words still echoed around them when he slammed his cock balls deep into her with one forceful thrust and then kept still, savoring the tightness of her satiny walls clenching around him like a vice.

"Too much, Mitsuru." She panted, "Too big...too hard..."

The world went white around her. There was no pain, only intense, mind-numbing pleasure. Her orgasm crested and kept on cresting as he rode her relentlessly like a rutting animal.

He reached deep, his cock stretching her, filling her. His body pressed dominantly over hers, gripping her waist and held her tight as his hips slapped against her ass. Pleasure rippled through her groin. Her pussy fluttered in response and clenched around his cock as he went deeper.

He fucked her with a merciless, unbroken rhythm, taking his pleasure and driving her further and further to madness.

She came with a sudden, shocked cry, but he didn't slow down. He rode her through her orgasm, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against her clit loud and obscene in the large room. Mitsuru slid his hand around to tease the sensitive bud and groaned with her as he felt her orgasm around his dick, squeezing him like a clamp. He bit down on her shoulder, wanting to punish her for the ache, but it only made her climax drag on longer.

Kokoro moaned how sensitive her soft flesh was, that she couldn't take anymore, tried to squirm away. But all he said was "Again." And despite her reluctance, her body climbed to another peak once more. This time, when she came, it was with a keening cry before she pressed her mouth against the back of her hand.

The muffled sound almost made him climax, but he forced himself to keep going. Unable to respond in any other way, Kokoro came again. She collapsed onto the bed no longer having the strength to maintain her position.

A kinder man would let her rest, give her time to recover. A kinder man wouldn't be fucking her at all. But he wasn't that man. No, he was a beast unleashed.

Mitsuru tilted her hips so he could still access her pussy and kept going. She's sprawled on the bed, her pretty cunt, red and swollen, left its wet trails of desire on his cock. Even exhausted she couldn't help but respond. Her moans vibrated all the way down to his balls. Minutes passed. Maybe hours? He didn't know, time had no more meaning for both of them. He fucked her until she's collapsed, worn out and sated.

Mitsuru pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum."

The gentle squeeze of her secret muscles was her answer.

Too soon, within a few seconds, his release raced with the fury of a firestorm, through his balls, up his cock. Pleasure erupted through him, the relief so intense he was lightheaded. Kokoro had unhinged him. He was mindless, pounding into her, brutally thrusting, as if seeking to punish her for turning him this way. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, biting her roughly. He strained forward, determined she would take all of him.

Her slender fingers were balled into fists against the sheets, overwhelmed by the combination of pain and pleasure as he continued to rock his hips, her body shook with the force of his thrusts, and he grasped her waist forcing her to stay still and accept the punishing drive of his pelvis.

Mitsuru closed his eyes and bit back the cry of exultation as he spurted deep inside her body. Never had anything felt so primal, so elemental, so absolutely gratifying.

A/N: Yeah tried to do some ass to pussy sex. Probably need some more refinement. lol

The manga chapter 49 came out shortly before I finished this. Some ecchi mitsukoko pages definitely made my day! Loved the battle scenes! I will miss his old hair though