Story Nine: The Outdoors.
Warning: public sex - train, forest.
"Hey, have you heard? Hiro is going out with the prez."
"Zero Two? Damn, he's a lucky bastard. She's so hot."
"Yeah, I mean—hey Mitsuru! Are you listening?" Zorome grumbled as he drank his juice through a straw.
Mitsuru glanced back at his classmates and made a noncommittal sound before turning back to look out the window. He wasn't really interested with the topic discussed, not when he had problems of his own, not when he—the sight of a girl with blonde wavy hair walking below abruptly caught his attention.
Kokoro.
She wasn't alone, the captain of the basketball team walked beside her, talking animatedly. He must have said something funny because she began to laugh. They appear to be close, enjoying each other's company.
Mitsuru gritted his teeth. Unaware that his hands had clenched into fists against the window sill. He didn't understand the sudden tightness in his chest, or the inexplicable violent urge to kick and break something, anything. Anyone. He didn't know where these volatile emotions were coming from, or why he's experiencing them, all he knew was that they were getting stronger.
"What are you looking at that's so damn interesting?" Zorome muttered as he peered out of the window beside Mitsuru. He glanced around the floor below and perked up, "Hey, isn't that the student who transferred here about a month ago? What was her name again?"
"Who?" Another boy joined them, crowding the window, "You mean Keiko?"
"No you dimwit! It's Kokoro." Zorome elbowed his classmate at the side. "She's friends with that annoying chick Miku."
"Kokoro is not as popular as the prez but she's pretty cute as well." Futoshi mumbled through a mouth full of ham sandwich. "I think I like her."
"You've got to lose some weight first before she even notices you, fatty." Zorome murmured, poking his stomach.
"Stop calling me that!" Futoshi slapped his hand away. But Zorome only laughed, then pointed at something below. "Look it's that girl, the one they said who sleeps around."
"Kaoru? No way!"
"Stop spreading rumors, Zorome." Mitsuru chided, walking away from the window to sit at his desk.
"I'm not spreading anything!" Zorome countered, "Kyou, the goalkeeper in my soccer team told us she's the best in giving head."
"She did that with Kyou? No way!"
"I thought Sano was her boyfriend?"
Mitsuru filtered them out as he slumped his head against his desk and closed his eyes. All the boys seem to ever talk about these days were girls.
Not that he could fault them, if he's being honest to himself. His thoughts had been occupied by a certain girl all the time lately as well. The feelings were new, unfamiliar. And he didn't know how to handle them.
Kokoro. She looked so happy while she walked and talked with that guy from the basketball team.
That's not right. Her smile.
Her smile should be all his. No one has the right to see them but him.
"Mitsuru, is something wrong?"
He looked up to see Kokoro standing in front of his desk. Startled, his head snapped up from the fold of arms he had been resting on top of the table. How did she get here so fast? Was it time for class already? What did she want with him? Confused, he glanced around and realized that suddenly he was all alone with her in the classroom. Zorome, Futoshi, Kentaro, the others, everyone was inexplicably gone.
"I...I don't know what you mea—" He stammered as he sat up. Unbidden, his eyes were automatically drawn to the curvy swell of her chest. He had difficulty looking away, his eyes kept on returning to her breasts. They were bigger this close, and he wondered if she wore padded bra or they were all natural, it quickly didn't matter, he wanted to tear apart her uniform until her breasts were exposed, they looked so soft, so luscious, the urge to grab and squeeze them was insanely hard to resist. He wanted to know the color of her nipples, would they be dark, light? Brown or red as cherries?
Clenching his teeth, he forced himself to look down, only to realize his mistake. Her schoolgirl skirt wasn't usually this short, almost groin level, and the black tights that reached mid-thigh only enhanced the creamy soft skin of her legs. He'd always found her legs so irresistable...no, her face, he must look at her face.
"Mitsuru...I saw you looking at me from the window earlier." Kokoro continued talking as if she didn't notice how his eyes were still stuck to her chest. "I'm happier than I thought I would be."
"Huh?" That broke the spell her tits cast on him, and Mitsuru glanced up to meet her playful blue eyes. "What...what are you talking about?"
"You. Getting jealous over me." Kokoro clarified with a smile. "Somehow that made me really happy."
"What! How...how did you kn—?" Was he jealous? Was that what the strange emotions he'd been experiencing lately? And how did Kokoro know? Was she looking up at him and he somehow missed it? What's going on in here? Mitsuru was suddenly confused. If she was waiting for his reaction, then did she—"You...did that on purpose?"
Kokoro had the grace to look guilty. "I had to, it was the only way to get your attention."
"My attention?" This got strange really fast, his head was now spinning in confusion.
"Mitsuru." Kokoro murmured as she slammed her palms against his desk and leaned close until their noses almost bumped. "I've always had my eyes on you since I transferred here. But you don't even know I exist."
Her breath smelled like apples and a bit of mint. Distractedly he wondered if she tasted that way too.
"What do I have to do to make you see me?" Kokoro murmured, a soft blush crept on her cheeks, turning her face pink.
"Kokoro! What are you doing?" Mitsuru gasped as she pulled her necktie free and began to unbutton her uniform, first the gray jacket, then the white shirt. This close he realized it was too tight across the chest, the buttons strained against the fabric, ready to pop. Kokoro released just the top buttons, just enough to show a hint of the black bra she wore underneath.
"Just imagine...if I were your girlfriend, I'd let you see more of this, let you touch me..."
His brain, at least the sane part shouted for him to come to his senses and tell her to stop. But the primitive part, the one that listened to no one, to nothing but the sensual call of the flesh urged for him to take all that she's offering.
Kokoro released another button, her breasts threatened to spill right into his face, her nipples peeked through the edge of the black lace, as pink as her lips and hard with arousal. Mitsuru swallowed the knot that formed in his throat. Good lord, her body stunned him. So beautiful, so exquisite. She's so damn sexy.
"Then I won't hold back." Words he had no intention of ever saying spilled from his mouth. But before he could take them back, he was pulling her into his arms, and every cell in his body seemed to come alive.
It felt so good to hold her, soft and delicate, her sweet, subtle scent filled his senses. And somehow she filled the emptiness in him, touched places, making him feel things he never thought to experience.
"Kokoro..." He groaned before their lips collided and the whole world exploded into bright shards of pleasure, of need. Sharp and uncontrollable.
He pushed her urgently until she was backed into a desk. But neither seem to notice as he impatiently tugged her shirt from the waist of her skirt.
Buttons tumbled into the floor as he pulled the edges of the shirt apart. A part of him was appalled at how roughly he was treating her, but he was helpless to stop his hands from cupping her breasts, molding the luscious flesh in his palms.
Shit. She felt so good, too good. Better than he ever thought a girl's breasts would be. Kokoro didn't protest, didn't stop him, instead she sat up at the edge of the desk and leaned back, pulling up her skirt, exposing her silk panties, edged with black lace.
"Don't hold back...I want you Mitsuru." She beckoned, her fingers pale and slim against the black lace of her panties as she pulled the delicate fabric to the side to reveal even more delicate pink flesh.
His throat closed up and his heart threatened to implode his chest, but Mitsuru couldn't look away. He'd seen a girl's pussy before—in pictures. She was exactly how he'd imagined Kokoro would be, pink, with a bit of blonde hair, with a cute little clit and...and somehow the slit at the center appeared too small, so tiny a finger won't fit much less his dick.
But it didn't matter to his eager cock that was already leaking shamelessly with cum. Mitsuru couldn't remember when he had pulled it out, but now it stood obscenely in view, fully rigid, hard and heavy, demanding entry.
He had to have her. Now. Or he'll die.
"Mitsuru..." The sound of his name in that husky, needy voice melted the last vestige of his control.
Her blue eyes were huge and silently pleading as he parted her thighs even wider, wedging his hips between her legs. They both groaned as the head of his cock brushed against her tender flesh. She was so soft, so warm and slick from their combined arousal.
"Mitsuru..." Kokoro gasped his name again, closing her eyes as she lay back on the desk in submission. "Be gentle...I've never done this be—"
The ringing of the bell abruptly disrupted his sleep, ending the vivid dream.
"Hey man, you okay?" Zorome asked, already seated to Mitsuru's left. "Your face is red and sweaty."
"I...I'm fine." He murmured, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket.
That was a lie. He's not fine. Not when he was hiding a raging hard-on underneath the desk. One that would take quite a while to calm down. If one of his classmates were to glance down, there's no way he'd be able to hide the hard protrusion.
With lunch break over, the rest of the students returned to class. Mitsuru swallowed and forced his breathing to slow down when Kokoro entered the classroom. She was chatting with another girl, Miku, laughing lightly before she headed towards her desk. Their eyes briefly met, but she quickly looked away, so did Mitsuru, as if both were guilty of getting caught looking at the other.
The scent of apples made him groan as she walked past him to her seat. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd never reacted to any girl this way before. But her mere scent was enough to drive him crazy, the strong urge, the almost unbearable need to hold her, to crush her lips beneath his, to touch her, to...fuck her.
Obscene dreams were nothing new to him, he'd had them since he could remember, but the girl had always been faceless. Now, all he could dream about was Kokoro. And the dreams had become more detailed and frequent lately. Before, they were confined to nights, but now he'd have them even on short naps during daytime, regardless if he's in the classroom surrounded by classmates, or while crammed in a crowded train.
Even now, he couldn't stop his body's reaction. His pants felt too tight as his cock strained against the fabric. Just the mere thought of her and his dick was ready to burst through his uniform.
She haunted his every dream and followed his every waking hour. It was as if she's inescapable.
The rustling sound of students rising up from their chairs as their teacher entered the classroom made Mitsuru groan, hoping no one would notice that he only half stood and quickly collapsed back in his chair. This...was seriously getting out of hand. There must be some way to control his wayward body.
For the next thirty minutes, Mitsuru was torn between focusing his attention on the lecture and the constant fear that he would be called for a recitation, at least until his hard-on subsided.
But, it wasn't until near the end of the chemistry class that his whole world fell off its axis.
Was this some sort of divine punishment for something he had done in his previous life?
"No, I will not reassign anyone with another partner." The teacher suddenly spoke, addressing the two students who have approached his desk. "If you two don't get along, well then, this is the opportunity to correct that. If anyone switched partners, I will automatically give a failing grade."
Zorome and Miku murmured another protest, but returned to their seats.
Great. Mitsuru inwardly groaned. He had thought to ask the teacher to reassign him with a different partner as well, but obviously that's not an option anymore.
"Mitsuru, I'd like to speak to you for a bit."
Her voice made him jump a little. Kokoro appeared just as hesitant as she stood at the side. "Can you meet me at the front gate after school?"
Front gate. It would be full of people. Perhaps that would give him the strength to restrain himself from simply grabbing her and find a dark place to sate this burning need.
"Um, sure." He murmured. It was probably to discuss their chemistry project. Of all the girls in class, why did the teacher pair him up with her?
With trepidation of the coming hour, as if he was facing the final judgment, Mitsuru nervously glanced at the clock. How hard could this be? Surely he could survive five minutes of talking school stuff with her. He's not an animal. He can control this.
That's what he told himself repeatedly.
It would have been so much easier if his lust wasn't so physically obvious. There's just no way for a male to hide his arousal. What if he had a boner just by talking to her? Kokoro would probably think he's the worst degenerate.
Shit. How did he get into this?
Mitsuru forced himself to calm down, wondering if he could sneak some time in between to jack off. That should take care of the problem. He's so painfully aroused, it'd take just two minutes to set him off.
"I'll see you then." Kokoro murmured, not meeting his eyes. She quickly walked back to her seat, just as the next class teacher entered the room.
-o-
He found her seated alone in one of the wooden benches a few feet away from the gate. He sat on the opposite end of the bench, placing his bag on his lap for good measure.
Think of other things. He repeated to himself like a mantra. Like thousand-year-old grannies with wrinkly, sagging breasts. That should kill his boner if it decided to make an appearance. Mitsuru felt somewhat prepared with that plan, giving him a bit more confidence to glance at Kokoro.
"I noticed that you've been looking at me a lot lately." Kokoro said as she met his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before releasing a long breath. "With lust in your eyes."
Mitsuru was taken aback, his face gone pale. Shit. Was he that obvious? Did everyone notice? Zorome? Futoshi?
"To be honest...I get that a lot." Kokoro continued, looking away. "Miku told me it's because of these breasts." She glanced down.
Mitsuru swallowed, deciding silence would be better than to embarrass them both with a clumsy reply. That didn't stop him from looking at—Stop it! He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to turn away.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Even now, with all the people walking past them, he could feel his body stirring, coming to life.
But he could sense Kokoro waiting for his explanation. The sooner they ended this little talk, the quicker he could get his body under control, by putting as much distance between them as possible.
"I...I'm not sure if you'd believe me. But just recently, whenever I..." Mitsuru hesitated, wondering how much of this to admit, then decided that lying would only complicate things even more, not when they'll be spending considerable time together for their school project. "Whenever I'd look at you...my body would feel hot, and I'd feel these strange urges and...but, it's not like I'd do something weird to you!" He quickly added, "It's just that—"
"I believe you." Kokoro interrupted, making him glance towards her. His relief was shortlived however at her next words. "Because I feel the same."
"Wh-what?" Mitsuru gasped, unsure whether he heard her right.
"Whenever I think of you...I...I get turned on." Kokoro admitted in a rush, as if afraid she'll lose nerve if she didn't spit the words out.
"What are you saying?" He groaned, this wasn't helping his situation, her confession only made it worse.
"You've been honest with me." She said softly, meeting his eyes for the briefest instant. "I figured, you deserved the same honesty from me."
Mitsuru felt sweat break out on his skin as he realized that Kokoro had been squirming her thighs together all this time...as if...as if—No! He won't go there. Not if he wanted to reach home with his dignity intact.
"Do you remember...that school trip we had last week, and the teachers suddenly decided to take a detour?" She asked after a brief silence.
"To the Ogazaki shrine? Yes." Two of the teachers had recently become engaged and wanted to visit the shrine that was dedicated to the kami Susano-no-Mikoto, his wife Kushinadahime and their brood of eight children. The shrine was believed to bring good fortune and fecundity in marriage, hence statues and images of rabbits dominated the place.
But why did she brought this up all of a sudden?
"The priest invited everyone to pick a wooden token from a stone well for good luck."
"Yeah, I remember." Zorome had to make him pick one from the heap of tokens, Mitsuru had no intention of getting one. Especially when their classmates began to murmur about how finding matching tokens would bind two lovers together. Such nonsense almost made him roll his eyes, but the others seemed excited, checking out each other's tokens looking for a match.
"I grabbed the first thing my hand landed on without really looking and picked a broken amulet. I only went with it because Zorome wouldn't let me hear the end of it."
"A rabbit was carved in the front, a knot at the back, and you found the right half." Kokoro finished, her head was bowed but she had her head turned towards him slightly.
"Yeah. How did you know?" He asked in mild surprise.
"Because I picked the other half."
For a moment, only silence reigned between them, as if both were slowly piecing together the series of events. Then Mitsuru shook his head. There's no way that myth could be real! Bound lovers? They weren't even dating!
But...
"It was around that time that I started having these weird urges." He admitted, feeling utterly lost, not sure what to believe. "A shrine curse?" Just because they picked the two halves of a token? Even now it sounded ridiculous to his ears. "Surely, it's just a myth."
"But...we both are experiencing the same...'symptoms'." Kokoro glanced away. "I know it sounds silly, but how else to explain this?"
Mitsuru wasn't superstitious, and he was not about to start now...but she's right. How else to explain this weird attraction towards each other?
"Just to be sure." He said, steeling himself to speak the rest. "Do you happen to like me or something?"
There was a startled pause, then Kokoro released the breath she was holding. "I...I don't know, I mean I just got transferred here two months ago..."
"I'm the same...there's actually another girl I was interested in." It was true, at least, until Kokoro showed up in class one day. It was actually her hair that first drew his attention, it tumbled in shiny waves down her hips, it looked so soft he'd wanted to run his fingers through the strands. So what if he suddenly realized he liked long hair? It's not like he's alone, she drew the attention of the other boys too, she's cute and combined with her sweet personality, Kokoro quickly became one of the popular girls at school.
"But since we're both feeling the same urg—thing. Depending on the circumstances, it won't be hard for an 'accident' to happen."
Kokoro's eyes widened, clearly, this was something she had not thought about. "So what do we do? We're partners in chemistry lab."
"We got to make sure that we are never alone." Mitsuru looked around, "Like right now, somehow with all these people around, I could manage to hold back."
"So we tell each other our plans, to make sure we don't end up being alone together." Kokoro nodded her head. "That...that might actually work."
"It has to...at least until the curse wears off."
"You...you seem really calm." Kokoro said, startling him. "Even now, I'm...I'm really turned on." Her words ended in a husky whisper, making him groan.
Calm? Him? Good god, if she only knew! "I was going to say the same thing. You don't look like this...this 'thing' is bothering you at all."
"I'm not as calm as you think." Kokoro spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper. "In fact, right now, my panties are—" She gasped then clasped her own mouth with both hands, unable to believe what she has just said.
"Are you trying to torture me?" Mitsuru groaned. "I'm having trouble staying away from you right now as it is."
"I'm sorry. It just came out."
They exchanged numbers and for the next two weeks, texted each other their personal plans for the day to make sure the other knew the places to avoid. At first the texts started almost clinical. "I'm going to stop by at the Meijer supermarket after school." "I'll be at the track field till seven." It gradually evolved into actual conversations without either of them noticing.
"Hey, I found the book you were looking for." Kokoro's text said. "Shall I get it for you? You can pay me tomorrow at school."
"Sure. How much is it? I'm still at the station."
Kokoro mentioned an amount, was about to text him another message when she saw the book 'Kokoro' by the same author, Natsume Soseki. "Did you read his other works?" She asked Mitsuru.
"Yeah, except 'Light and Darkness'."
"So what's his book 'Kokoro' about?" She asked curiously.
"It's not romance if that's what you're hoping." He replied. "It's historical about changing times and values...you should read it."
She sent him an emoji in response. "The lady at the market gave me extra portions of chicken. I can't eat it all. I'll make you lunch for tomorrow, I'll leave it at your desk."
That made him pause for a bit, then grin. Kokoro had been making him lunch occasionally when she gets extra ingredients from the market. He had been reluctant at first, but after tasting her cooking, he found himself looking forward to the next one.
"Thanks. I appreciate the delicious meal. By the way, the remedial class is tomorrow, I'll sit at the back." He texted, then smiled when she ended their conversation with her usual 'take care' text.
They've avoided each other as much as possible physically, but their texts have become more personal and familiar than with any other girl or boy he knew. Mitsuru didn't know how to define their...'relationship'. Somehow they've managed never to be alone together, but the feelings, at least on his part, only kept getting stronger. It was as if by fighting against it, it had doubled down in intensity.
But fight it he must. He'd discovered that he actually liked Kokoro, he'd learned a lot about her through her texts, through her daily activities. And he found himself drawn deeper the more he knew about her. He didn't want anything to drive her away, least of all his perverted lust.
-o-
"So this is why you've been avoiding the cafeteria lately. Someone has been preparing your lunch. Who is it?"
"Shut up, Zorome." Mitsuru grumbled, reluctant to tell them about Kokoro. It was like a precious secret to him. "No Futoshi, I'm not sharing this with you."
"I just want a bite, not the whole thing! That chicken nugget looks really good." Futoshi said, staring at his bento box.
"Go get your own lunch." Mitsuru almost barked in ill-temper. Weird and out of character as it was, he didn't want any of them to taste Kokoro's cooking. She made this just for him and he didn't want to share. Period.
"Jeez, what got into you?" Zorome grumbled, he grabbed Futoshi's arm to drag the other boy away. Clearly Mitsuru wasn't in the mood for conversation.
Kokoro wasn't in the room, not that he could thank her in person. Mitsuru pulled out his phone to send her a message.
"Lunch was great. Thanks again."
"Now I'm really sure something is wrong with you." Zorome suddenly stated in front of him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Mitsuru frowned, hoping the other boy would take a hint.
"I've never seen you smile before. But you just did while checking your phone! It's a girl, am I right?"
"Just leave me alone already!"
"I get it! I get it! Introduce her to us, yeah?" Zorome chuckled.
"Go away, Zorome."
Later that day, Mitsuru thought that Kokoro forgot about the remedial class when he noticed she wasn't among the students as he took the seat at the back. The remedial class included students from other sections so it was crowded than usual and they were seated in pew style benches and desks. He sent her a text to remind her.
A brief moment after the teacher entered the room, Kokoro came rushing in, apologizing profusely.
"Ah, latecomers sit at the back." The teacher mumbled pointing at the end of the room.
Kokoro looked almost as shell-shocked as Mitsuru was when they both realized the only available seat left was the one beside him.
Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm.
He didn't even dare glance in her way, fearing just the sight of her was enough for his boner to make an appearance. But the magnetic pull was there, the almost tangible attraction that consumed all of his will to resist. She filled his dreams at night, but he wanted more. He wanted to touch her, to know the texture of her skin, was it as silky soft as it looked? He wanted to know how her lips would taste like, how her body would feel against his.
Cursing himself, Mitsuru gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on the lecture. But it was no use, the slightest sound of her breath, the merest hint of the fragrance she used...and all the explicit images of her would come crashing in his mind like a hardcore scene from a porn. His pants felt tight, a discomfort that had become too familiar. His dick pressed against the zipper almost painfully, demanding to be let out. Fortunately for him, the pants were dark enough to hide any wet stain his precum might inflict as it leaked shamelessly from his cock. Shit. Shit. Shit.
When the teacher asked Kokoro to read a passage from the textbook, Mitsuru glanced at her before he could stop himself. Despite the air conditioned lecture hall, her cheeks were flushed pink as if she's feeling too hot...or as aroused as he was.
Kokoro didn't look his way, an obvious effort to hold back. He wondered if she felt the same thing as strongly as he did. Because if he was honest to himself, he knew he won't be able to keep this up much longer.
"Mitsuru...could you walk me home? I think I'm being followed." Her text read after the class ended. For a moment, he closed his eyes and wondered if he had enough strength left to control himself. What had he done to deserve this?
It should be fine. He told himself. They won't be alone. They would just ride the train together, among the crowd of passengers. No biggie. He should be able to hold back.
But he'd soon realize how wrong he was.
Mitsuru managed to get her a seat and stood some distance away. But when an old man got in, Kokoro stood up and gave him her seat. She smiled slightly at Mitsuru as she stood beside the closed doors on the rail side.
Instead of just metal bars at the ends, this train installed panels on either side, protecting the sitting passenger from the chaotic influx of people during rush hour. Now it afforded Kokoro some privacy as she leaned against the panel to stabilize her balance. She waved at a little toddler sitting in the train on the other side.
Mitsuru kept his distance but as the train continued to fill up with passengers, he had little choice but to stand closer. Especially when he noticed another boy staring at Kokoro.
The first few miles were relatively easy though they rode the train standing, but when they rolled into the second station, one of the busiest in the city, that's when Mitsuru realized they're in trouble.
It's not that he wasn't used to the crush of people while riding the train, but as the railcar filled up with more and more passengers until no one could breathe without brushing against another person, he found himself pressed against Kokoro. He had tried to protect her from the crush of the crowd by caging her with his own body, his hand clenching the seat panel at her side for balance...but now...
This close he could smell her skin, feel the warmth of her body...oh god, his self-control...
"Kokoro...please...move a little." He pleaded in a hoarse whisper.
"There's no room. I'm pressed to the corner." She replied. She felt so warm, her cheeks flushed as she looked down his chest.
He tried to pretend it wasn't her breasts that were pressed against his front right now, tried to pretend he couldn't feel the brush of her nipples each time the train jostled every passenger.
"Mitsuru..." She softly panted, her breath hot and moist against his throat as she laid her cheek below his shoulder.
"Don't say my name like that..." He groaned through gritted teeth. "You know how it makes me feel..."
"I want you so much...it hurts." She whispered.
"Kokoro...if you keep saying things like that...I won't be able to stop."
"Touch me please...make the ache go away."
When he would have spoken again, she rose on tiptoes and pulled his face close, startling him as she pressed her lips against his.
The kiss was clumsy, almost awkward, clearly she has little experience, but the effect on him was like lighting a dry field with a match. Instant combustion.
He might have resisted for the briefest moment before he took over, urging her to open, to give him access, his tongue exploring the soft textures of her mouth, demanding and urgent, hungry for more.
God, her taste. She wasn't the first girl he'd kissed but sweet mother of god, she drove him crazy. He liked kissing her. Too much.
The sudden blare from the speaker announcing the name of the station coming ahead startled them both, enough to abruptly end the kiss.
Both panted for breath as though they've run for miles. Kokoro laid her cheek against his chest again as if taking strength from him. "Touch me...please."
"Kokoro..." Several weeks ago he'd think she's crazy to ask him something like this, especially while they stood in the middle of a crowded train. But after countless sleepless nights, tossing in bed, his thoughts filled with her, his body taut and tightly drawn like a bow from all the frustrated lust...Mitsuru could understand her situation better.
"Don't stop...touch me please." She whispered.
Don't stop? He didn't understand what she meant until he realized with horror that his hands had slipped under her skirt, curled around the firm curves of her butt, seemingly with a mind of their own.
"Mitsuru...it hurts. Make the ache go away."
He looked around, wondering what the hell he should do, was it alright to touch her in the middle of a goddamn crowd?
The other passengers had their backs on them, facing the nearest exit, as if already seeking a quick escape from the tight pack of people when they finally reached their stop.
"Mitsuru...please." Kokoro pleaded again, softly panting against his chest, her fingers clenched against his school jacket.
How could he resist her when she's like this? He's not made of stone!
He has never touched a girl this intimately before, but everything came naturally to him, the desire to please her, to give her what she needed.
"Not so loud!" Mitsuru chided in a husky voice when Kokoro moaned against his throat.
"That felt so good...please don't stop." She whispered breathlessly, her hips grinding against him.
"I won't...but you have to be quiet."
"Mitsuru!" She cried out before abruptly muffling her voice against his jacket as he cupped her pussy through the thin silk of her panties.
Unable to hold back his own groan, he slipped his hand lower, seeking her clit, finding it and began to rub her through the silk.
The heat of her body radiated against him, he could feel her trembling as she leaned on him for support, as if her knees had gone weak.
Mitsuru glanced around, scanning the faces of the other passengers, checking if they have drawn any attention. Sighing in relief to find none, he focused back on Kokoro.
The sound of her soft whimpers vibrated against his skin, making him break out with goosebumps despite the heat of the crowded space. But as she squirmed against him, her hands clenching the lapels of his jacket, he discovered another truth about himself.
That he was willing to bear the suffering of the damned if it meant he could ease that crippling need that consumed her. Suddenly it didn't matter how much his own body was screaming for release, or how deep the lust burned him inside out was. At that moment, nothing else mattered but Kokoro. She came first.
The wet rush of warmth that kissed his fingertips, the deep shuddering breaths she took as she clenched her jaw to keep herself from making a sound told him she'd orgasmed. Even now, her soft flesh quivered against his fingers as he continued to touch her, inexplicably satisfied, taking pleasure from her own.
Mitsuru kissed her hot forehead as she sagged against his body once more. Her cheeks were still flushed, shiny with sweat...her lips red and slightly parted as she panted, her eyes closed. He felt his chest tighten with an unnamed emotion.
For what seemed like an eternity, they stood just like that while she recovered. The train sped on. They've missed her stop, but neither seemed to care where they were heading.
"That was a thousand times better than when I touched myself." Kokoro confessed when she could speak again.
"You're playing with fire with those words." He said through gritted teeth.
"Mitsuru...let me give you the same." She said, as if she hadn't tortured him enough.
"Kokoro you may have not noticed...but a boy can't exactly be discreet with his arousal." Mitsuru said in a shaky whisper. "And I'm not wearing a skirt." He added in an attempt at humor.
She looked around, glancing at the other passengers, then back at Mitsuru. "But...but if we lean together and pretend to be gazing out the glass door...no one will suspect you're inside me, right?"
"Kokoro." Speechless, he couldn't say anything beyond her name. Rather than restrain his burning lust, the crowd actually amplified it. The risk of getting caught somehow heightened what was already unruly and hard to control instead of putting it under leash.
And Kokoro wasn't helping.
She turned her back on him and faced the closed doors. "Do it Mitsuru." She said in a low voice, grinding her ass against the front of his pants. She gasped as the unyielding hard ridge of his cock pressed back.
The fat head of his cock throbbed with lust, the image of her pretty pink pussy wrapping around him was almost too much.
Mitsuru thought he'd gone mad but there was no way he could resist her invitation. Before he could blink twice, he pulled her closer, and under the cover of her skirt, unzipped his pants.
Kokoro gasped, then bit her lip to keep herself quiet as she felt the hard tip brush against her ass. Baby smooth, warm and slick from the precum he couldn't control.
She parted her thighs as he positioned her hips. Uncaring of the consequences, Kokoro reached below, to the secret place between her legs to push her panties to the side, exposing herself to him. She was so slick and wet, the culmination of all unfulfilled needs made her reckless and uncaring of where they were. Kokoro braced her other hand against the glass of the door and leaned her cheek against it, waiting for him.
She bit her lip as she felt him brush against her folds, seeking the entrance to her body. Both of them shuddered as he notched the head against the delicate opening.
Mitsuru gently thrust his hips, expecting easy access to her pussy, she was so warm and slippery wet, so ready for him. But he was met with a tight resistance that allowed only the very tip inside.
Biting back a groan, he tried again, a little harder this time. Again he was caught by a tight band of tissue that resisted easy penetration. She was so tight it was almost painful. Kokoro suddenly hissed in discomfort when he pressed harder.
"You're bigger than I expected."
"You...you've never done this before?" He groaned, as if realizing just now what the tightness meant.
She shook her head, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Dammit, Kokoro!" He groaned against her neck to muffle his voice, not wanting to draw any attention. "I could have hurt you!" He may be the worst degenerate in the whole school for making out in public, but even he's not that much of a scumbag to take a girl's virginity in a crowded train.
Kokoro protested when he withdrew but he soothed her with a quick kiss to the side of her neck.
To onlookers, it would appear as though the two of them were just peering out of the glass door, pressed together due to the lack of space.
But if they were to look more closely, they'd realize that her skirt at the back was bunched up a little, that her legs were parted, her hips bent at an angle to give him access.
"Not here." Mitsuru whispered against her ear, dropping a soft brief kiss against her hair.
"But you...you're in pain." Kokoro replied in a whisper as well.
"I'll live." He almost smiled in self-derision. "I'm kinda used to constant arousal actually."
"But..."
"Kokoro...it's my first time too." He admitted, his words made her go completely still. "Even if I want to be gentle, I may lose it the moment I'm inside you."
He hissed as he felt her hips grind against him, whether deliberate or unconscious or because of the moving train, he couldn't tell.
"There must be something I can do for you."
Yes. Let me fuck your little pussy. Right here. Right now. "Just...just let me rub myself against you like this." His hips began to move inconspicuously.
Mitsuru glanced around, checking if they're being watched, not that he expected anyone to, not when everyone was bone-weary after a long day of work. Still...doesn't hurt to be a little cautious, even if they've already violated a social taboo.
"God, Kokoro...you're so warm." He groaned against her hair as the head of his cock brushed against her soft flesh. She was so wet with arousal, both hers and his own. It would be so easy, so damned easy to slide between the slick folds and ram in her pussy until she submitted, until he's balls deep. And yet despite the unbearable temptation, he was reluctant to fuck her. Not here, not in a crowded train. He rubbed against her opening, gritting his teeth as he forced himself not to take more than that.
Both of them hissed a shuddering breath as the head nudged against the entrance, her soft flesh gripped the very tip of his cock, so small, so tight...he knew there's nothing she could really do to stop him if he wanted to fuck her in front of the crowd. Her hymen would resist him but ultimately would yield, more of a reassurance than a barrier...a gift to her first lover. Her only lover. Him.
And she would be the only one for him.
Mitsuru was so painfully aroused, he realized this would be enough, to rub against her slick flesh to get off. Throwing caution to the wind, he reached up to her front, beneath her shirt, seeking her breast. Her skin was so soft, so silky and warm. He kissed her neck as he slipped his hand inside her bra, trapping her nipple between his fingers. God, she felt so good in his hand, and he wanted to do more than squeeze her luscious flesh, the urge to turn her around so he could latch onto her nipple almost overwhelmed him. Later. Mitsuru promised himself. He would explore every inch of her body later. He shuddered and muffled his groan against her shoulder as he began to spurt thick jets of semen.
"Oh, Mitsuru..." Kokoro sighed as he coated her sensitive flesh with his cum.
"That felt so good." He groaned, his hips grinding against her ass, he nudged against her tiny entrance, wedging just the very tip inside her until he was pressed against her hymen, spurting more cum, marking her inner flesh as well.
"The next time I cum...it would be inside your pussy."
"Tonight?" Kokoro asked huskily, her hips moving sensuously against him, rubbing herself on his cock.
"No...not tonight." He groaned, with the sharp edge of lust no longer tormenting him, Mitsuru realized he didn't want her to regret this. Wanted to give her more time to think it over. "Kokoro stop that...if you don't I'll—"
"I want to feel you inside me." She whispered in a shaky voice. "It's all I could think about..."
"You'd really let me do this? We aren't even dating."
"Maybe it's just me...but I've tried dating another boy." Kokoro paused when she felt his hands tighten on her hips. "It just...didn't feel right. He was what I thought all I wanted in a boyfriend...but no matter how hard I tried to be attracted to him, I just felt numb."
"The shrine curse." Mitsuru released a long sigh, relaxing his grip on her hips. He couldn't believe the sheer rage that coursed through his veins when Kokoro talked about dating another boy. But the mere thought of someone else spending time with her, making her smile...touching her, never had he ever wanted to commit violence until now.
"Maybe it is. I promised myself that I will only have sex with the boy I love. But the curse made it all confusing." Her words shattered his furious thoughts as Kokoro leaned against him and closed her eyes. "But Mitsuru...I'm so tired of fighting it, so tired of pretending I don't want you when you're the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep, and the first thing I think about upon waking."
"I'm the same." He admitted in a husky voice.
"Then why are we fighting this?"
"Because...I don't want you to regret anything, if and when the curse wears off." Mitsuru pressed his cheek against her hair, closing his eyes as he took in her scent. "The last few weeks have been the craziest I've ever had...but they were also...my happiest."
"Mitsuru..."
"I like you Kokoro." He confessed in a whisper against her ear, making her shiver. "I don't want to believe that it's because of the curse. I want these feelings to be...real."
"So what do we do? I think I've fallen for you too." Kokoro's voice shook, almost sounded...broken.
Mitsuru reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. "I want to try to break the curse first. Before we...before we do something irrevocable."
"Okay." She sighed.
"This weekend, we can go back to the shrine, talk to the priest. Perhaps there's a way to undo the curse."
"But what if you don't like me anymore once the curse is gone?" Kokoro said, giving voice to the same fear that plagued him.
"The things I liked about you weren't all just sexual. In any case, we can start all over." Mitsuru said after a slight pause. "It's not like we'll forget the past days. We'll just have better control over our emotions."
Kokoro nodded her head, clasping his hand as he wrapped his arms around her waist. They stood quiet for a moment, both lost in thought when Mitsuru released her.
"I want you again." He murmured in a quiet voice. "I think it's best that we avoid all physical contact for now."
She didn't argue, but her hands had clenched into fists, already missing his warmth.
-o-
They have been careful not to touch each other the next few days. Things have changed since the train ride, somehow the emotions were stronger but a bit easier to control. It was as if their mutual confession had placed a leash on their lust.
Now as they walked through the forested grounds of the shrine they've visited weeks ago, Kokoro expressed her desire to be a normal couple, of holding hands with him as they walked in public.
Mitsuru was hopeful their visit to the priest would help them, so neither would fear that their feelings would be fleeting, would wear off once the curse was lifted.
She was talking about the vegetable garden she'd been tending when he spied something unusual. It was two camellia trees that were joined at the trunks.
"I never thought to see this." Kokoro gasped as she placed her palm against one of the trunks.
"See what?" He asked.
"Marriage trees." She replied with a small smile. "Others call them 'husband and wife' trees."
Her face was a little anxious as if worried he would mock her romantic notions. But Mitsuru merely shrugged.
"If we're at a shrine dedicated to the god of marriage and fertility, it's not surprising such trees would grow here."
They were curiously studying the entwined trees when his cellphone rang.
"Who's this?" Mitsuru asked, the number was unknown.
"It's Mina." Because she stood so close and the relative silence of the forest, Kokoro heard the caller.
"I don't know any Mina. Sorry wrong number."
The phone rang again but instead of answering, Mitsuru switched it off.
"Wasn't Mina the name of the girl you were interested in? She's throwing a party this evening, the whole cheerleading team would be there." Kokoro said quietly.
"I went out with her once, couldn't stand her. So I cut all contact."
"Mitsuru..."
He pushed her against the trunk and pressed his body to hers. "The next time you say my name like that, my cock will be inside you."
Her breath hitched in her throat when he reached down and slid his hand beneath her dress and rubbed her panty-covered pussy. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be, sweetheart." Mitsuru whispered as he stroked her sweet warmth slowly. "There's no one else I'd rather be with."
All of her frustrated jealousy melted away as he kissed her, softening in his arms. Her hips moved unconsciously, trying to get his fingers deeper.
"Mitsuru." Kokoro whispered again, but he stopped her with a quick nip to the bottom lip.
"Tonight." He murmured hoarsely as he kissed her neck. "You'll get it tonight. Whatever happens with the priest. Shrine curse, bound fates. It won't matter anymore. I'll make you mine."
He couldn't hold back the sound of pleasure as his fingers slid past her panties and touched her slick soft flesh. "I'll take care of you right now, but you've got to be a good girl and do as I say."
Carefully, he slid the tip of his finger inside her as his thumb circled her clit.
"I need you." Kokoro whimpered, clutching the sleeves of his shirt, her hips arching, moving sensuously against his fingers.
"I need you to be quiet and still before I fuck you against this tree." He clenched his jaw and groaned as he felt her tighten around his finger. "Dammit, why do you tempt me like this? It's just not right, I can only take so much!"
"Tonight is too far away...don't make me wait." Kokoro pleaded, her face flushed with heat. "I want to feel you. Just a little bit, you can rub yourself against me...just like you did at the train...you don't have to go all the way."
He muttered a curse when she reached down to pull her skirt up around her waist, exposing her white silk panties. Mitsuru quickly glanced around checking that they were alone in the forest, not wanting anyone to see what he already considered his.
The main shrine was still a mile away, and people usually stick to the shrine grounds, avoiding the forest.
His cock throbbed, almost painful, demanding release. Her invitation too much of a temptation to refuse.
He yanked his zipper down and grabbed his cock. He ached for her, to feel her delicate flesh wrapped around his hard length.
"So this is why you won't go in easily." She said huskily as she looked at his engorged cock. "You're too big."
"I'm not that big." He laughed. "It's just that you're really small. You gripped me so tightly when I tried to enter."
"Then rub me again, Mitsuru...just like before."
"You're asking for trouble Kokoro." He told her, but he couldn't stop from pushing her panties to the side, dragging the head of his cock through her soft folds and grunt in pleasure.
"That felt good. Do it again." She whispered as she leaned back against the tree and looked down between their bodies.
"You're going to make me pop your cherry out here, aren't you?" He gritted his teeth and hissed, while she rolled her hips and the tip of his cock brushed her opening.
"You don't have to go all the way in." She looked at him with hungry eyes, her cheeks pink. And the urge to grab her hips and go balls deep almost overwhelmed him. "You can give me just...the tip."
"But you want more." He muttered, unable to resist edging a bit more. "You're begging me to do it with those fuck-me eyes and breathy whispers."
Kokoro looked at the side and propped one of her feet on the tree root. Without missing a beat, she reached down between her thighs with both hands. "Is this invitation enough?" She asked as she held her pussy lips open, exposing herself to him.
"Dammit, Kokoro!"
Cum from the huge head of his cock dripped onto her pink flesh making her creamy. Breathless, they both watched as he grabbed the shaft, rubbing the eye against her clit, smearing his cum into her flesh, coating her. He kissed her panting lips before dipping the head of his cock down, rubbing against the tiny opening of her pussy, gathering her slick arousal and used it to rub her clit once more.
The head glistened with their combined arousal, and he dipped back inside to gather more of her sweetness, smearing his cum against her opening as well. They both sighed as he pulled back to rub the sticky mess they've created all over her pussy.
When he returned to her entrance a fourth time, Kokoro arched her hips while her hands gripped the sides of his waist. "Don't go." She begged huskily, her soft flesh held him, like a wet intimate kiss, promising him pleasure he'd never known before. And then he realized even if she didn't ask him to, he was now powerless to resist her. He wanted more and he was a fool to think he could stop.
Mitsuru held still, the tip of his cock wedged just at the tip. Unable to leave her, yet reluctant to pluck the forbidden fruit, using their own cream, he began to stroke his shaft, pretending it's her tight cunt.
"Please, Mitsuru...more." Kokoro pleaded as her hips moved in silent invitation.
He pushed in farther, caught in the sudden maelstrom of lust where nothing existed but his need for her. He wanted her, ached for her for too long. She felt so good, Mitsuru could only cry out in pure ecstasy as he felt her flesh stretch and part beneath the hard thrust of his cock, yielding to give him access. She's so warm, so small around him, so tight it was almost painful, but like her, he'd adjust and—Kokoro's soft cry of distress snapped the spell.
A bit shocked to realize he'd lost all control, Mitsuru pulled out at looked at his soaked cock. The sight of her virgin blood on his flesh nearly made him crumble to the ground.
"Shit." He groaned, burying his face against her neck. "Are you alright, Kokoro?"
"It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would." She replied in a rush, her breath hot against his forehead as she held him close. "Was it because I masturbated every day?...While thinking of you."
"Dammit, Kokoro!"
"Don't stop now." She whispered, raining kisses on top of his head. "I want to feel all of you inside me."
"You'll have me." His eyes took on an almost savage sheen, as if something had awakened inside. But instead of feeling scared at the ferocity of lust that etched his face, Kokoro felt something inside her respond to his silent call.
"You'll have me." He muttered again, hooking one of her legs on his arm, opening her wider, making Kokoro lean against the tree trunk for support. "All of me...until every inch of my cock is locked tight in your flesh."
She cried out when he thrust his hips, he'd only managed to sink halfway, but she felt full to bursting already.
He paused, giving her a few seconds to recover, then took her lips in a kiss that was no longer gentle.
She gasped for air when he finally released her, but greedy for more, he licked the side of her neck, nibbling her creamy skin. "I'm going to fuck this needy little pussy over and over again until it has adjusted to my size." He declared, intently looking into her eyes, even as he rotated his hips, making her gasp as he stretched the tiny opening. "After I've loosened you up, you'll be able to take me easily, your pussy will take on the shape of my cock. Every ridge, every vein...you will mold me perfectly because this is the only one you'll ever know."
"Oh god, Mitsuru..." She cried out when he thrust in deeper. Hard, thick and felt larger than before. Kokoro gasped as he gripped her hip then slowly seated her little cunt all the way down until she could take as much of him as her body allowed. Their union so deep, she could feel every throb of his flesh.
"So small...so tight." He groaned, making her cry out as he rocked his hips against her, testing her soft depths, coaxing her to take more.
"I told you you're too big." Kokoro moaned, reaching up to touch his face.
He turned his head to the side to kiss her palm. "Once we do this a few more times, the size would please you. I can fuck your little pussy every morning before we go to school. You'll be walking around in front of all the teachers, our classmates, everyone in the damn school smelling like me. Smelling like your man's cum. And they'll know you've been claimed."
She shivered as hazy blue eyes looked up to his. "Why...why does that turn me on so much?"
"Because you're mine. And I'll always take care of you." He replied, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. "Every morning, before class, we'll meet behind the gym. I'll push your panties to the side and mark your pink pussy so you'd feel me all day between your legs. You'd be sitting in class, next to your friends and they'll suspect something is up because you keep squeezing your legs together, feeling my sticky cum on your clit."
"I'd like that." Kokoro whispered in a shaky breath, wrapping her arms around his neck as they kissed.
The brush of her nipples against his chest made him groan.
"Show me your breasts."
With shaky fingers she reached for the buttons of her dress, moaning as he continued to rock his hips against her, his cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, gradually sinking deeper.
"My Kokoro's sweet little pussy." Mitsuru groaned as he pressed deep into her, as deep as her body would allow, and waited just like that, seated in her cunt, giving her time to adjust. "Still so small and tight around me." He spread her thighs wider, then tried to push deeper, but couldn't go any further...at least for now.
His eyes lit up when he saw she had unbuttoned enough to expose her breasts still clad in white lace. "Take that bra off before I rip it into pieces."
Kokoro laughed huskily as she reached for the clip in front, her eyes meeting his as she slowly peeled away the lacy fabric.
She was exquisite. Creamy and perfectly shaped, the nipples as pink as her lips...just as he'd always imagined. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against the rosy bud, smiling when Kokoro shivered and called his name.
He licked her, just the very tip, making her cry out. "Want me to suck these beauties while I fuck you?"
"Oh god, yes!"
She held his dark head against her chest as he feasted on her tits, tugging on her nipple with his teeth before sucking it deep into his mouth. He spread her wide open as he continued to fuck her, his thrusts harder, faster now, trying to sink deeper. His fingers dug into her hips as he growled and surged forward, negotiating with her body to accept the last two inches.
The sound of their fucking grew louder in the woods, even the chirping of the birds couldn't drown out the grunts and sighs as they finally indulged in what they've wanted for so long.
But instead of pacifying their mutual desire, it grew hotter, more brutal with each passing second, driving both of them mad with lust.
As if even simple words were now an impossibility, Mitsuru released her thigh from the hook of his arm and pulled out without warning. Kokoro too seemed incapable of speech, protesting with an incoherent moan.
He threw his jacket to the ground and almost roughly, guided her on all fours on top of it. Both still partially clothed.
A part of him was appalled that they were about to fuck like animals, here, in the middle of the goddamn shrine forest where any passerby could see them.
But as Kokoro laid her cheek against the jacket on the ground, breasts pressed to the forest floor, she canted her hips towards him, silently begging, like a cat in heat. It was an undeniable, primitive signal to be taken, to be mated—to be made his.
Mitsuru couldn't hold back. He shoved his jeans down to his ankles, and fisted his cock, stroking the thick shaft until it grew even harder.
He knelt behind her, uncaring of the dried up leaves crushed beneath his knees as he reached for and gripped her hips. He yanked her panties down, almost ripping it as he pulled it off her legs. Then growled as he spread her pussy open with his fingers.
She glistened wet and pink against the forest light. Traces of blood marked her inner thighs but she wasn't bleeding anymore, she was slick and sticky with his cum or hers, he couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. He positioned himself behind her, aligning his throbbing dick to the entrance of her body, his fingers digging into her, almost roughly yanking her hips as his cock speared through her tight flesh, forcing her wide open, wider still as his groans joined her soft cries.
The fit was so tight, Kokoro was sure he would split her apart, almost certain that her pussy would begin to bleed around him again, just like the first time he'd taken her—except this time, the pleasure was so great, the unbearable stretching such a soul-destroying experience, she didn't care. She would have gladly bled for him, gladly split apart for him if only he would not stop, if he would only keep going, fucking all the secret places inside her she never knew existed.
As if possessed by an unknown force, her mind and body taken over by sheer animal lust, she began to rock back against him, the mouth of her womb kissed the huge head of his cock with each deep stroke, making both of them cry out. And each time, Kokoro rocked back harder, grinding her swollen cunt against his pelvis until their combined arousal made a sticky mess at his groin.
The wet, sloppy noises of their joined flesh coupled with the incoherent, almost animal grunts and groans, she was aware of them, any other time she would have been embarrassed to death, but right now, the grunting and moaning felt so natural, felt so good.
He groaned against her shoulder, the timbre of the sound vibrated against her skin, rattling her chest, and then with a small muffled scream Kokoro felt her mind implode as Mitsuru reached all the way inside, he was even deeper. As deep as he could go. He arched his head back and growled to the sky, the sound one of pure, animalistic jubilation.
Yes. Oh god, yes!
He reached for her breast, squeezing her, then pinching the nipple almost cruelly before he slid his hand down her flat belly, lower still until he cupped her pussy.
It drove Kokoro wild, and would have bucked away from him as he played with her clit, his fingers alternating between feathery softness to almost brutal friction until she cried out from the sheer madness.
She was close. So close!
As if sensing this, Mitsuru picked up his rhythm. Their minds went blank, driven only by instincts, by pure need as he fucked her with such speed and ferocity that took her breath away, his fingers plucking her clit now at light speed until she soared over the edge, screaming her pleasure as her whole body convulsed in ecstasy.
She floated for what seemed like an eternity, mindless, weightless and came to with him still fucking her body, his cock slamming furiously into her. Kokoro rested her cheek against her folded arms, and spread her thighs wider, giving him deeper access, giving him all that he demanded from her.
He knew she wasn't on the pill, and there was a chance he could get her pregnant, but instead of making him pause to consider the consequences, he went wild as the primal instincts to breed her, to rut his baby into her took over.
Kokoro cried out as she felt the hot torrent of semen hit her secret places as Mitsuru emptied himself into her. He had waited so long to have her, and now that it's done he nearly blacked out from how fucking good his orgasm was.
She felt every spurt, every twitch of his cock, the fit so tight as his cum seeped out of her, ran down her inner thighs until it dripped into thick globs on the jacket beneath her.
Then they collapsed on the forest floor, panting, sweaty and sated beyond belief.
-o-
She was sore afterward. Somehow he knew, even though she didn't want to tell him.
"You walk a bit different." Mitsuru murmured as he lifted her into his arms. "Because you've taken a rough pounding."
"Put me down Mitsuru! I can still walk." Kokoro protested, blushing to be carried like a princess. "It will be hard for you to see where we're going."
That made him pause. With so many trees it wouldn't be hard to stumble from a tree root he couldn't see.
"Piggyback, then."
She wanted to protest, but seeing the grim set on his face, Kokoro relented. She knew that he was angry at himself for losing control. Because he had been rough. No matter how much she told him that she had been willing, had even goaded him. Nothing could persuade him.
Stubborn man. She thought fondly as she nuzzled against his dark hair, even as he carried her on his back.
"Is the curse broken?" Kokoro wondered aloud, now that they've given in to each other's magnetic pull, would it now be lifted? "I feel a bit calmer."
"Tell that to my cock." Mitsuru muttered as they walked through the woods, the dried leaves crunching with every step.
Kokoro giggled slightly as leaned over his shoulder to glance at his front. His cock strained against his jeans, and only his jacket could save his dignity, even if it was covered with bits of dried leaves. "You poor thing, must have been neglected for a long time."
Mitsuru only grunted a response as they headed towards the shrine building.
"I have something that could help. And you could have as much as you want." Kokoro whispered mischievously against his ear, making him almost stumble.
"Kokoro!" He groaned. "Stop saying such things...sore or not, it won't stop me from fucking you!"
She bit his ear, and he almost dropped her. "Silly boy, I already offered, you can have me as much as you want...no one is stopping you but yourself."
He growled and walked faster, as if he could distract her from whispering more naughty things in his ear.
-o-
"No, my child." The shinto priest said as they sat on tatami mats. "We do not know of such a curse from matched tokens. However, if you and your partner are seeking blessings for your marriage or fertility prayers for children, you've come to the right place."
Kokoro felt heat suffuse her cheeks. "So...was the curse only a rumor?"
"Kids have been known to make up such stories, but this is the first I've heard of matched tokens." The kindly old man looked at Kokoro, then at Mitsuru, noting their red faces, but didn't press for answers.
"If you two had hoped to make your relationship stronger by traveling together all the way here, I'd say you're already on track. With or without help from a deity. I would like to bestow a blessing though, if you're willing to accept."
They lighted some incense and made an offering. Then thanked the priest before leaving.
"Come back to me...you're so far away." Mitsuru murmured softly as he laced their fingers. They were seated at the back of the bus that would take them to the nearest city where they've booked a hotel for the night.
Slightly startled from her thoughts, Kokoro smiled sheepishly as she looked at him.
"What were you thinking that got you so serious?" He asked, lifting their entwined hands to kiss her fingers.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he could sense that she was feeling shy. "If...if the curse wasn't real, then...then..."
"Then what we felt for each other all this time was real, not some mumbo jumbo magic curses."
"I acted...so shamelessly." She whispered, blushing even more.
"So did I." He smiled and kissed her cheek, wondering why she looked so embarrassed. "The feelings didn't go away...in fact, I think they've become stronger. But I can control them better now, knowing that we could always sneak away and you'd let me have you."
"You don't mind?"
"Mind what?" He asked in mild surprise.
"That I acted so...wild?" Kokoro bent her head, staring at her lap.
"Sweetheart, I should be asking that." Mitsuru sighed, then gently cupped her chin to make her look at him. "I haven't been exactly gentle with you."
"It's...it's what I wanted." Kokoro leaned over to caress his face as their foreheads touched. "I never thought it would be that good."
"This is only the beginning." Mitsuru smiled before kissing her.
10 years later...
"Geez Kokoro, are you sure you really want to celebrate your anniversary in the Ogazaki shrine?" Miku asked for what must be the third time as she piled Kokoro's hair in loose curls on top of her head.
"Yes. Why?"
"My aunts are a bit wary letting my younger cousins set foot in there. Seeing how...you know, how you and Mitsuru ended up married young...with baby number four on the way!"
"I didn't know you guys were superstitious." Kokoro laughed ruefully as she caressed her baby bump.
"Of course not!" Miku mumbled, "It's just that...well, you can't be too careful with these things."
"On the contrary, I think it will do you some good." Mitsuru suddenly interrupted as he entered the room with the other kids, two boys who looked like kiddie replicas of their father and a girl who looked exactly like Kokoro, except for her green eyes. "You should bring Zorome with you...who knows, you'd finally get some—"
"Who said anything about that jerk?" Miku suddenly shrieked, making Mitsuru laugh as he raised his hands pacifyingly.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asked as he leaned to kiss her cheek.
"Never been better. How's the soccer practice?"
"Good. The coach said the boys are ready for the match next week."
They both laughed as Miku continued to rant about her on and off again boyfriend while she braided Ai's—their eldest—hair.
"Wasn't that why the two of you went back to the shrine?" Miku suddenly asked as she ran the brush through the little girl's hair. "You two wanted to start a family early? Ai was born soon after that."
"Nah." Mitsuru murmured as he looked at Kokoro. "We just wanted some tokens for luck in exams."
"Good luck for exams? Get out of here!" Miku shook the hairbrush at them. "Unless you meant 'physical' exams?" She arched her eyebrow at the couple.
"I'm not answering that." Kokoro said with a laugh, her hand reaching for a wooden token she always kept in her pocket, the left half of an amulet split into two. She blushed slightly as her husband smiled at her, knowing he'd kept the other half in his pocket as well.
A/N: This took a while due to so many distractions. Hope it was worth the wait.
Ogazaki shrine do exist, but not the token thingy. Originally was going to use the mirror pond of another shrine but it got too confusing to write. lol
Evalee, you asked for a high school fic, not sure if this is what you meant though. :')