Warning: This is a story that I rated to be 'M.' If you are not in this 'M' category, please turn back now. This chapter contains lemon.
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Ayame pulled herself up by the edge of the small cliff, struggling to get herself up. Down below, Hiten mentally disciplined himself not to look up at her tantalizing behind that was so securely wrapped up in her furry white skirt. Unfortunately for him, it didn't work. He silently climbed up, and stopped to get a quick glance at her bare ass cheeks. His face heated up as blood rushed to his most intimate parts, but nonetheless he kept climbing. While he tried to distract himself with some other interesting thing, Ayame had already made it up the cliff.
"I beat you!" Ayame cried out. "I'll see you in a bit then, okay? If you finish before me, wait for me!"
And with that she rushed off to the women's side of the spring. The gaping mouth of the cave originally had only one entrance, but the complaints from the younger women in the tribe had forced the men to tunnel through a separate way so that the females would be content. A large wall of bamboo sticks knotted together with twine securely segregated the sexes so that no wandering eye of a male or female would be able to peer through to the other side.
Hiten groaned as he made his way to the male entrance. He slowly started stripping, imagining what it would be like if Ayame would be doing this to him. Hiten removed his armour, letting it drop to the floor with a thud. He then stripped off his sweat-caked shirt, his chest bindings, his shoes and gloves. He looked down at his chest, his rippling abs and rock-hard pectorals. Something else that was rock-hard gave him a faint feeling; and it wasn't the cave.
He dropped his trousers, threw them aside, and made his way into the springs. The warm water, washing the sweat away, cooled him at once. He splashed some hot water onto his face, feeling rejuvenated with every second that he spent in the water. Noticing the wall of bamboo, he sighed out of sexual frustration and clenched his teeth as his nether regions begged to be pleased right then and there. Hiten took a deep breath and forced himself to sink deeply into the waters below.
He shut his eyes tight, and then opened them slightly. The heat of the water would have scalded the eyes of any human or low demon, but he was of a good breed. He watched in amazement as his muscular form gracefully flexed in the warmth of the water. Graceful; something that he never thought he could do. Just then, something caught his eyes.
Was there supposed to be a gap between the wall under water?
Apparently not.
Without thinking twice, he went through the small gap. Hiten's shoulders were too broad to pass through all at once, so he accomplished his goal by letting in one arm first, followed by the other. The rest of his lower half passed through easily. Silently, he searched for Ayame's figure. There was none; which meant that she was probably still undressing. He felt his member pulsating hard. He rose from the waters, only allowing the top half of his face to be emerging; the heavy mist would take care of the rest.
Good God, she was beautiful. He watched as she let loose her wavy, scarlet tresses and kept watching as they fell halfway down her back, exposing her lower back and her buttocks. They looked even more plump and desirable when wet. Ayame turned around, and had yet to notice him visually pleasuring his manly fantasies; she turned around, exposing her frontal view to his lustful eyes. Every curve and dip of her womanly body screamed out to him to be taken, ravished and spent. She sunk lower into the water, lower, lower, and he could not take it anymore. He decided: He would have her tonight.
He stealthily swam over to her. Ayame was pouring oils over her hair to smooth it out, and Hiten immediately grabbed for her wrists. With a loud shriek and a twitch, she let the bottle fall into the water. Whiffs of roses and herbs rose from the spring as the oil hung over the surface of the water, clinging to their skin. Hiten wrapped one strong arm around her torso, feeling her breasts squeeze under his forearm. With his other hand he clamped her mouth shut. Ayame struggled under his iron grip, but her amazing strength was incomparable to his arousal-heightened one.
"Shush, it's only me." Hiten whispered into her ear as he licked her earlobes. "Don't be scared."
Ayame whimpered and muffled in protest. Hiten could feel her mouth opening, perhaps to scream, but was thrown aback when she bit down on his calloused palm as hard as she could, drawing blood. A raw growl escaped his throat, but he held his grip. He had no intention of letting her go. He could only watch her for so long…
"It's me, Hiten. Don't be scared." He repeated again. Ayame was shaking like a leaf in his arms, especially now that his blood was trickling down her neck and seeping into the pool of water. He let his hand go and stroked her neck sensually. "Ayame, I want you."
"Wha…what?" she whispered out of fright.
"I want you." Hiten repeated, then corrected himself. "I need you. Every night I lay awake, wondering how this would feel…you drive me insane."
Ayame blushed furiously. Hiten turned her around to face him, squeezing her between his chest and the stone walls of the cave. He assumed that she didn't like this too much, as there was a prominent scowl on her beautiful face. But she wasn't pushing him away, so he also assumed that she didn't dislike it either. He whispered into her ear, seducing her, nibbling on her earlobe with his hot tongue, grazing it with his pointed fangs.
"You've filled out quite beautifully, Ayame. You knock the living wind out of me. Whenever I see you I want to kiss you, touch you, make love to you, press myself up-" he suggestively ground his pelvis against her nether regions, drawing a small gasp from her. "-against you."
"You shouldn't." Ayame said, coming to her senses, trying to move away from him. "I don't want this, Hiten. We're friends, this isn't supposed to happen."
"You're certainly not fighting back….am I right?"
"……"
"Just trust me." With that, Hiten slowly inched into her lips. Slowly, surely, half-heartedly hoping that she would move in and rid the gap that was between their soft, pillow-like lips. And she did, with a little bit of hesitation. He smelled the oils on her body, on her soft hair. Their lips had only brushed each others' quite coyly; Hiten took this as an invitation to take things further. He grabbed the back of her head and roughly pulled her to him, kissing her tenderly, nibbling on her bottom lip, her upper lip, sliding his tongue into her mouth, trying to coax her to reciprocate. She tentatively returned his gesture, shyly at first, then their tongues moved in a frantic motion; swirling, circling.
With one swift move of his arm, Hiten lifted her onto the side of the cave, where she sat with her buttocks half sitting on the ledge, half hovering in midair. Hiten moved before her, and Ayame dared to take a look down. Through the simmering water she could make out the shape of his muscle-bound thighs, chiselled calves and his hard organ.
He moved closer to her, standing in the water while she sat. Hiten tenderly ran his hands over her face, his fingers stroking her red hair, and was surprised when Ayame brought forth her hands to place them on his chest. Her hands felt like fire, just like the fiery vixen she was to him.
"Do you want me?" Ayame whispered. Her voice was barely audible. "There's no going back. I've never done this before."
"Neither have I." Hiten moaned as she stroked his broad shoulders, the nape of his neck, running her sharp claws down his back gently, scratching him and arousing him. "I want you, Ayame. I've wanted you for a long time."
Ayame did not say anything as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Everything happened in a blur; there was no foreplay. She stroked him and gently nudged at his buttocks with her hands. Hiten, seeing this as a sign of relaxation, took his member and slid it in. As Ayame's inner muscles stretched open to adjust to his male hardness, she let out a throaty growl and tightened her grip around his neck and waist.
Hiten protectively drew her tight body to him closer, so close that her chest was soon heaving against his own and his abdomen was gently brushing over her stomach. He buried his face in her hair, taking in the arousing aroma of oils and sweat.
There they were, locked together and inexperienced, and yet there they were instinctively touching, grazing, and kissing each other tenderly. Hiten looked into her eyes, fire in his own, and slowly withdrew himself. He could feel the air cooling down his hot, slicked up maleness. Ayame sighed in satisfaction as he pushed himself all the way into her again.
"Ohhh…" she let out a small whine of pleasure. "Oh god…"
Hiten grunted in response. Those two little words were enough to last him a lifetime. His main intention was to please her before moving on to please himself, but amidst the chemistry and lust, his principal feelings were forgotten. He lifted her off of the rocky ledge and, supporting her entire weight with only his muscular arms, he started thrusting her in mid-air.
"Oh, Hiten….ah, ahhh, ohh….oh, oh god…please….don't….don't stop…." Ayame gasped out between deep breaths of air. The harder and faster he banged her, the louder and higher she screamed. Her screams bounced off of the cave walls, echoing in his ears. He was moving at an impossible speed, a demonic, maniacal speed that only demons such as himself could ever be able to make. Hiten moved his hips faster and faster, his head dizzying from the overwhelming heat and the lustful cries of his woman, his girl, the one he had been pining for so long.
Ayame's head wasn't stable, either. She could feel his long, thick demon prick sliding in and out of her, the thrusts becoming more animalistic and wild as they continued. She felt her entire body tensing up, up , up , into the centre of something similar to heaven. If there was anything closest to heaven on earth, this was probably it. She felt so wicked, spreading her legs for Hiten to pleasure them both with, being naked and sweaty with him, crying out his name, squeezing him with her pelvic muscles.
And at once heaven became delirious. Hiten pumped her so fast, so hard, the whites of his eyes soon turned as red as his irises, the demon inside of him satisfying his urges until the cup runneth over. His senses were on fire; he saw her face, twisted in pleasurable agony. He smelled their arousal mixing with sweat and tears that squeezed out from the edges of her eyes, felt her hot skin elevating to scorching, her wolf aura kicking in slowly. He was ready. So was she.
With one final thrust he let out a guttural moan as he emptied his juices into her. She felt him before she saw him, the strong spurts of streaming cum splashing inside her, his pulsating member. His behemoth rod swelled and contracted, but did more swelling than contracting. As it twitched in length and thickness, she felt a white-hot blinding sensation inside her and let out several high squeals to match his final few thrusts.
"Ohhh…" Ayame felt her body going limp from the intense climax. The only thing keeping her from falling backwards into the water was Hiten's strong arms, those masculine, strong arms. She leaned back slightly as Hiten leaned forward to kiss her milky soft breasts.
"I love you." She murmured, basking in her afterglow. Hiten slowly pulled her back up so that her eyes met his. His eyes, usually so smouldering and intimidating to all others, looked soft and gentle as a puppy's to her. He gazed into her, running his thumb down her temples, her high cheekbones, and down to her lower lip. He was about to move into another kiss when he heard a voice that ran chills down his spine:
"Meet me after dinner, son."
Hiten whipped around to see his father standing there.
Without another word, the chief turned on his heels and stormed out.