A Munto Fanfiction: One Heart © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Drama, Erotica, Fantasy, Humor, and Romance
Summary: "Careful, Yumemi. It took but only a single touch to begin it all between us. Be wise with your choice." —Mature-content warning— MxY.


A/N: Prepare for much banter, flirting, and OTP fluff, followed by some hefty petting ensued.
No surprise, there are now eight outlined chapters. I'm thinking of possibly crafting two extras afterward, focusing on pairings between Rui and Ichiko, then Kazuya and Suzume as nine and ten. Then that should wrap it up. Yep.
Future chapters may contain triggering content, because wow, I discovered some weird kinks, so as a heads up I'll give hints after the warning disclaimer below. Don't worry, everything strange and hot alike will always be consensual.
This was not peer proofed, so tell me if you catch anything. Reviews and constructive criticism is always encouraged. Please enjoy, and learn a thing or two on some healthy sex-ed at the end of the chapter! = ω = d
WARNING: This fanfiction contains underage, explicit sexual activity intended for readers eighteen years and older. If uncomfortable, please push the back button upon your selected Internet browser and have a good day.
Sexual feature: Boob job, [three] finger foreplay, and squirting.


Songs: Bang by: Armchair Cynics, Release Me (Dr. Kucho Remix) by: The Attic, Animal by: The Cab, Kiss Kiss Kiss by: Daisuke Ono, Addicted to Love and Howl by: Florence + The Machine, To Be Alone by: Hozier, Don't Stop by: Innerpartysystem, Bad Romance by: Jay Smith, Monster by: Lady Gaga, Feelin' Way Too Damn Good by: Nickelback, Temple of Thought by: Poets of the Fall, and Smooth by: Santana


Japanese Index:
-sama: Honorific: The respectful equivalent of -san; -sama is primarily in addressing persons of much higher rank: Lord, Lady


"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashbacks.


Chapter 3: New Beginnings

Munto was fifteen when he had first seen a woman naked. She had pale hair, even lighter skin, brown eyes, and a doting mole on her chin, which enhanced her quirky smile. Her name was Tiger Lily, or that so suitable towards her offering, and had those same vibrant flowers crowned within her hair.

When she removed her silken garments, he noted there was something with how she styled those locks, so similar—too similar—to his mother's. How her long tresses fell to the floor in waves, like a golden waterfall, which triggered bittersweet memories of the queen he would confide in his youth, tussling in a bedroll of giggles before their morning ritual and gentry masks, while she blew raspberries into his stomach.

With cold realization, the lustful heat coursing though his veins turned to ice, while his gut churned in resentment.

This was a bad idea, terrible even. He whimsically thought, when overviewing the finest ladies of the court, that perhaps he would take to his father's liking in the color, like growing wheat in the fall, ready for harvest.

"Munto-sama?" she crept to him and he flinched to peer up from his red silken sheets. Assuming him with virgin jitters, she gently took his right fist, guided it open one finger at a time, and cupped it upon a full, soft breast. Transfixed, he did not move.

There was a lament in his throat, while his shoulders, just barely popping into that of a man's began to shake. He shed no tears; those had run out long ago.

This was wrong. She was older—they were always older—ten years, if not, twice his age. He of the first new generation, never had the luxuries of looking up to another—he was the other, and was required to accommodate like the adults around him. His childhood diminished the same day his parents returned to the Akuto, in all but unreachable stardust.

Those magicians, which steadily followed in the late Lord and Lady's footsteps, ignored the Birthing Law and had littered babes behind him, months at a time. Everyone closer to his age gap was still too young for consent.

Yet despite this, the boy-king did not tell her to leave—he could not. She simply dropped the touch upon his frozen hand, his sun-kissed skin tingling in absence, and tied the mauve robe back upon her shoulders. He was awe-stricken.

"One of the cardinal rules as an escort is to keep your client happy; never force yourself upon them."

"Tiger Li—"

The blonde hushed his objection with a slim pointer. "The second: I am entitled to have boundaries, just as you are, my Lord, and I have learned well not to cave under persuasion."

"…What is the third?" his voice cracked between tenor and bass.

Her throat rasped with a hearty laugh. "Oh, there are much more than just three, sire, but in my book of experience: it is not always a performance, but a part of yourself. Keep it safe, sane, and consensual; and overall, respect your partner. Pleasing them before your own desires is sometimes twice as much fun," she winked flirtatiously.

Swallowing a bated breath, he rigidly nodded in affirmation.

"Now, if you need this," she whispered and lightly thumbed his cheek, "just this, tell me."

Eyes of bullion widened when she slowly led him to her bosom, hearing the steady pulse there, while her fingers caught in the feather-light roots. The tight strain in his neck gradually unhinged by her coaxing, just slightly, when he understood it was not of sexual intent, however, did not return the compassionate gesture. Munto merely sat there, stoic, lulled by the comforting sound, and relished this yearning means of contact.

"You are such a lonesome child. I only wish they had warned you beforehand, for we know the law. But to witness that so young… My, that was already seven years ago." She continued to pet him, motherly, and sighed. "Sadly in this crisis, the cycle must be balanced. However, let it be said, we worry for your wellbeing, Munto-sama; despite your unyielding heart, it is easy to notice the solitude there. Please, you do not have to bear all of this responsibility on your own. We magicians are here to protect you, just as you are to lead us. You are not alone, dear King, you are not alone…"

Any other day, he would have yanked away from her touch with scorch words, for he detested thought of pity, however, perhaps it was because the fair lady held resemblances of his mother, or he secretly craved for parental support aside Ryueri, where he allowed such overstepping words to pass. Just to show, despite his coming of age, he had no transitional growth. It was either sink or swim in the overbearing, political current he was tossed upon, whence in that cold, royal throne.

If she were Mother, he would have begged for forgiveness. But she was not; in comparison, Tiger Lily's hips were too wide, while the Lady had a petite bust and earthly smell about her. He had long passed in grievances that King Andreious and Queen Seraphine would never return to the shattered prince they had left behind.

After a long while, she released him, tender eyed, and respectfully kissed his knuckles in their parting. He paid double for her time.

With the doorframe capturing her sashaying figure in the lamplight, he called out, "What is your name?"

He wanted to know what to properly call her, beyond the brothels.

"Lily Ann," she revealed a starry-eyed look, and with one final bow, had turned the corner in a golden sweep. Aside the floral scent and phantom warmth on his jaw, she left him there, vulnerable, without a burning trace.

Days on out, he would recognize her face within the local market—later finding her twin brother, Trevor, was quite the skilled blacksmith—and in the bustling crowd she would smile, that same maternal smile, and he would hold their gaze, just a second longer, and flicker away.

Munto was fifteen and that was the last he had seen a woman naked. He vowed never to order another courtesan again.


When catseye gold parted, the monarch's vision filtered a view of sunlight peeking through the foliage and the blue-skied canopy overhead. He grunted, shying from the harsh beams, and turned towards his audience. On his left, Yumemi sat with her back to him, in a daze, as she idly nibbled in a basketful of fruits.

The lurking summer heat distilled temporarily in a passing wind, which tossed the vibrant grass and carried its fragrance. After a long afternoon of appointed preparations, both redhead and blonde lazed under a tree for privacy, which he desperately craved in her presence, to drop his walls within the secluded outskirts of his Kingdom, known to where Yumemi fancied eating with the young teen, Toche.

'What a day… You did well, my Little Dreamer.'

Her dress was tailored in event of high-class noblemen and gentry. Like the original he had gifted with her first visit to the Heavens—and once more when replacing the tattered cloth—the garment was simple but elegant. Pastel green in silk, as catching as a tendril within her gaze, was accompanied by a gossamer cape behind her bare shoulders, which frilled at the wrist. Though the white fabric gave little protection against the elements, it brought stature upon her role as their first human representative.

In note of this, there was a rosy hue upon her arms, which he rubbed at as if to wipe it away, and the spot bleached under his caress. When in contact, Yumemi jumped and blink owlishly down at him in inquiry.

"Eh? Sorry."

The corner of his mouth twitched by her sheepish look and doted in appreciation of her name. She was certainly the daydreamer and he would have it no other way.

"Welcome back. So, what did you think of the Amalgamation Ceremony?"

Oblivious in thought, she smacked her lips together, licking the sweet remains, and he was highly fixated to the plump flesh.

"It was really fun. I'm glad to finally meet everyone," Yumemi chirped with a beaming smile.

"Tsk," Munto folded his arms behind his head to settle upon the bright cloth beneath them. "More like tense."

The union meeting between all eight nations of Heaven had kept him on the edge for months. In the arrival of that faithful day, having Yumemi there, amongst the remaining three royals, Queen Larko of Enda, King Hauoto of Shainan, and himself in name of the Magical Kingdom, along with their loyal subordinate and the United Army, in person, had him almost terror-stricken for her sake.

Despite the nerves of how she would be judged upon pressed respects, he was glad the girl was there to keep him composed. She spoke like a true Princess and calmed the rage he bore within his breast, especially when she wanted converse alone with the ex-Admiral, Gntarl. *1

It would be the first of many before peace terms were established for their new future, along with the lands' below. Munto had personally introduced himself with Prime Minister Koizumi not long after the city's attack, but he and the Japan's government intermingling with their own political tables was going to be saved for another day, until they had their own system organized.

"I suppose…" There was a slight whine in her throat, as emeralds squinted to the right in thought, and then bobbed back at him. "You seem more relaxed now, though."

"Of course," he plucked away a small edible at her chin and flicked it off his nail, "That is because I am with you."

A satisfying blush peppered her across the bridge of nose and she attempted to hide her flustered grin by taking another bite.

"Those are not bland, correct? I feel all we feed you here would become such a bore," he gestured to the cone-shaped produce.

"Oh no, not at all!" She tussled her head to and fro, the iridescent bow swaying. "I admit, it tastes a little weird, but I think it's good."

The king rolled to his side, in full attention, and was propped by a gloved fist, where the sapphire bracelet jingled down to his forearm. "Strange in what sense?"

"Hmm… I suppose it is a bit between flan and yams. Well, at least for this." Her prize-hold slumped to then point at the others. "The green one almost is like peach jelly tarts, and here, tastes of cinnamon spaghetti squash, so…"

Her explanations tapered to a stop when she caught his stare, green moons flashing, and her cherry cheeks puffed hot with air. "Munto, don't give me that look."

"Which look?" He quirked a mischievous grin, while his tone dripped in good humor.

Yumemi's eyes narrowed, hardening like their jeweled counterpart, and he knew well she could be so impeccably fierce.

"You know exactly the one."

"Do I, love?" His idol right wandered to draw circles upon her knee. Peripheral vision caught the rising goose flesh from the pelt chafing.

She easily snuffed his flirtation by offering the fruit. "Here, do you want a bite?"

Peering at his nose tip, he eyed the waxy meat under its red bitten skin and begrudgingly glared up in a decline. "You realize I am unable to consume those, Yumemi."

The disgruntlement in his wooing interruption was found by a light pinch to her fair thigh.

"It's made out of Akuto, right? Doesn't that count?"

He tipped his jaw towards her effort in understanding and apologetically smoothened the previous tease.

"Not quite. We absorb the almighty power as a resonated energy. Take it similar to the photosynthesis system."

"So that's what Toche meant." Cocking her head, her gaze brimmed in soaking knowledge. "Then what has you so curious?"

"…I want to make sure you are well accounted for here." He stated quietly and was unable to look her straight. The row of knuckles supporting his jaw shifted to fiddle with the end of her braid tail, while he tucked his neck into his sleeveless shoulder. "Plus, I like the sound of your voice."

In pregnant silence, she expelled a muted sigh, leaned to lie on her back with using his arm as a cushion, and groped to return to the food bit to its home nest.

A fire-licket shot up in concern. "Is that all you are going to have? You eat like a bird, girl."

"Says you, Akuto boy." She rolled the split ends of her bangs between her fingertips and huffed the pale strands away from her face. "You couldn't even hold down my mom's cooking."

Munto chuckled at her admirable snark, empathized in the intimate knowledge of her weight insecurities, and curled the elbow she used close to kiss her temple. *2

There, her addicting scent of vanilla ran fresh through his nostrils. Months prior, he never could quite pinpoint the sweet aroma until he found the perfume on her dresser. Apparently it was a bean extract used for cooking. The same applied tenfold when she managed to not char a batch of cookies in host for her growing number of friends.

"I was trying to put on a good first impression towards your family, smartass." A considerate right settled on her petite waist after he gave a nudging squeeze.

"But you chose to push yourself, even when I told you not to." She turned to face him and so boldly flicked his nose, which he scrunched up briefly by the jarring action. "Who was the one holding your hair when you were dry heaving in the toilet for a half-hour?"

Touché.

"You were," he whispered and affectionately traced the round shell of her ear. His caramel tone then turned impish, "Yet knowing the consequence, you wanted me to partake in that just now!"

Yumemi watched him head on, unflinching. "Only to show that words really can hurt you."

Well, she was not wrong.

"Oh," he gave a mock gesture to his leather-bound chest, "You wound me."

The royal was glad that earned him a giggle.

"Liar." She fondled his lobe and the touch caused his veins to hum in anticipation. "For someone who hates beating around the bush, you sure do it a lot when it comes to our dates."

"It is called discretion! We have only been courting for two months time. Give me some credit," was his grouse and irritably tugged at a lock.

"Six, if you count our promise," two brows rose in expectancy.

It was then where his playful banter became vicious. "Are you saying I should throw all caution to the wind, darling?"

Surprisingly, she was unaffected by the aggressive change.

"No. Just be honest with me."

A choking gasp later, he backed off his devious pursuit, plight. Gracious, Yumemi managed to surprise him in the strangest of ways.

Brewing a more head-on approach, he was now hovering over her with his crimson coat tales draped across her calves and settled the weight upon his caged forearms. "What would you say if it was intended for a possible taste?"

At this, she gnawed her bottom lip—and oh, there it was—that was his cue to go in for the kill. Swooping down, he latched his mouth upon her clavicle and sucked.

"Ah, stop! That tickles! You better not leave any marks, Munto!"

The girl's diaphragm heaved against his in a set of squeals. She kicked and writhed, and he wiped a straggling tear in her laughter as she eased to the sensation, where his left thumb continued to caress the peach softness in expression that safety was near. He could not help but smile when her hands pulled him closer by the roots and sigh his name breathlessly. Munto's frenzy gradually tamed when she scratched him behind an elfin ear, purring at the attention, and he attuned to her soothing strokes in tempo with his tongue, which trailed down at her collarbone.

"Hey, calm down. Calm down…" Reluctant, he retreated when he began to wander up the swell of a breast, but knew well to respect her boundaries whence requested. "You can just say you wanted a kiss."

Did she not understand the intricate steps in this dancing courtship? That pace would be far too placid for his spark.

"Fine," he complied with an irked purse. "I want a kiss."

"Mmm…" Yumemi's pointer tapped on her Cupid's bow in thought. "Not yet. I have a few questions first."

"First?" An unexpected bark burst from his throat. Now she was just playing hard to get! "Well then, I will answer to the best of my ability."

She reverted back to her quiet persona, blushing, and gave a nervous twirl to her corn silk. "I-it's about those special dreams that we together…"

He smirked at her sight of mind and intertwined their hands lovingly to cease the fretting. "What about them?"

"How does it work? I understand when we're touching it's like that summer, but there are others…" The blonde swallowed and attempted to façade her anxiousness.

There was a fleeting sigh.

"Well, I believe because we have the same desire, we are able to accomplish such a feat, for our hearts are connected," he explained as simply as he could, seeing the concept was foreign to him as well. Never was there a historical record alike their bond.

"I see. What about us?" Her ears burned with color. "When we, umm, connect…"

The king's brow knitted in sought understanding and craned closer to her mumble. "What do you mean?"

"We can do that, right?"

Ah, so that was what has her so antsy.

"Yumemi, we Heavenly Beings are mere humans evolved through space-time with Akuto as our base material. I am certain we can copulate with no issue, if that is what you are referring to." He smoothened a stray lock into place and pressed his forehead against hers, while keeping his amber locked upon her emerald. Upper-handed, the monarch dropped in bass, which he discovered her unraveling under, "We have had enough practice through our dreams, have we not?" *3

"Yeah…" Star struck, she was completely caught in his spell and closed her fanned lashes to a sense of yearning. "We would have beautiful children together."

Fear-stricken, his neck lurched back and he gaped down at her in astonishment.

It was then her pitch spiked up an octave at the blistering realization. "I…! I'm sorry! It's way too early to be thinking like that! I-I mean to avoid having that ac-accident, how should we, umm…! Oh my goodness!" she whimpered and covered her rogue face in shame.

Blinking, his mind was having difficulty reeling back to its normal speed, for the thought of conceiving was something, which both baffled and intrigued him so. Within years past, it was never a consideration. The isolation it brought in his own existence was nothing he dare pass on. However, the girl right; they now had a fresh start—new beginnings—all of which he could only dream with her as his future Queen, and was a conversation needed to be discussed if such fervent activities were to cross between them outside the psychic realm.

Ducking his head, he now felt a terrible guilt weigh for not upholding the responsibility as the elder. He was not one to bear fruit and flee with the moon tides. Ludicrous!

Insistent, he pulled her cupped palms away, dabbed the panic-induced tears, and brushed but a peck on her lips in apology. His tightened jaw bobbed a hair in silent permission to speak and she offered a weak smile.

"…Each nation has their own ways of protection, considering there was a law, which forbade childbirth during the Akuto crisis; however, that had been overruled in my parents' reign here at the Magical Kingdom. We magicians' are spell based."

She blinked away a growing lament at the mention for him, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No." Finger splayed, Munto pressed her lower abdomen in emphasis. "It is a chemical rejection of seed to egg, which can easily be removed when in interest to procreate."

"I see."

"From what I have heard, there is not much affect to your menstrual cycle, either. However, there is the option to cut the monthly bleed as well."

"Really?"

"Yes." There was a grimace, in her red painted memory. "Though I am uncertain why you would want to tolerate it willingly."

"Call it nature's gift. Some girls have it easy." Her perked grin broadened at his brave words. "Suzume's is really light, while Ichiko only gets it sometimes due to her sports."

A pause.

"…I truly did not need to know that, Yumemi," he admitted, deadpan.

"We were on the subject," she shrugged, in nonchalant. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're so easy to talk about it. Most boys would be squeamish at this point."

His pride ruffled. "Heh. Well, I am no average boy."

"True." Whimsical, she tucked in his slipping bangs back. "You are my King from the skies."

They were quiet for a long moment and with the tension ebbing away, he thumbed around the silken dimple to where her naval was.

"Why are you so curious?" In his left, he massaged the back of her sticky nape. "Are you sure it is the weather, which has you so fevered?"

The inflation within her chest released and she turned to pick his cape's hem, which they lain over. Similar to his coronations', the silver and gold embroider caught eye in the dappling sun.

"Well, it is summer."

"Better than below," he scoffed. "Now that is hot. There is the altitude to consider at least."

"Yet your winters are so much warmer." She closed her heavy eyes from his lulling, while her breathing began to slow.

"Call it temperate conditions." He pressed delicate kisses on her lids, a butterfly's touch. "The same Akuto, which keeps our lands afloat, makes it habitable for us to live. Through evolution, our lungs have become resilient, while our stomachs atrophied, since there is little use to its digestive function. And of course, my already hot blood always boils for you," he rumbled and grazed the beaded salt away. *4

"Maybe you are the bird, peacock."

"Hold your tongue!" Veering toward lip-curled offense, he snapped, "Yumemi, you of all people know I do not have a tiny—"

Her doze then sputtered with a boisterous fit. Playfully, she smacked his shoulder. "Oh Munto, restrain your ego, please! It's a type of bird, which has beautiful feathers and likes to show off, silly! Goodness!"

"So, that is what you think of me? A pompous fowl?" His mouth flattened to a thin, white line at her good humor, and meshed her apple cheek together in cease of the flaming humiliation. "I thought you claimed I as a large cat of some sort?"

The squeezing grip deflated from her raspberry jeer. "Yes, you are the reliable lion-peacock, who will never fail to let me fall."

She attempted to tweak his nose, but fool him twice he caught her finger between his teeth and puckered the soft pad.

"Moral of the story, your griffin savior. We used to have those." A nostalgic chortle escaped him, in remembrance of his pet dragon, Conleth. "Oh, but you are doing so well in your flying lessons!"

She melted when he resumed his intimate attention to her shoulders. "It could be because I'm with you…"

There it was. Hook, line, and sinker.

"What was that?" Keen ears heard her loud and clear, but did he love to draw forth her fantasies.

With a mew, she tilted her jaw back for better access when he traced up her pulse in a more sensual manner. Steady, the tempo under his taste buds began to rise.

Yumemi's voice struggled to stay firm, "But… We promised to wait until high school. Can't we just sleep?"

Such rejecting words and yet her hands clutched his vest like a vice.

How easily he could let their vow for abstinence slip, seeing she was of consensual age in Heaven, for their previous life crisis permitted youthful merrymaking, however, it was her upbringing, which entitled the overall decision. In their four years difference, he was still pondered by the detail with what her nation's prefecture allowed: whether marriage at thirteen, example shown in her chatty brunette friend, or Penal Code for girls of sixteen? *5

"No? Then I will stop," he nodded in closure, no egging pressed, and withdrew her fingers.

The girl scowled up at him, absolutely frazzled.

"…Perhaps just a touch." She was caving.

"Careful, Yumemi," he drilled, grave, into her ear and prodded his nail upon her digit's middle tip to keep her floating haze grounded. "It took but only a single touch to begin it all between us. Be wise with your choice."

"Oh, but please…" When not obliged, her arm rose with more strength accounted for and bore him with such fire whence called in demands, "Finish what you started!"

He shivered at this delightful side of her.

"If you insist." A pink tip emerged to sweep across his salivating mouth. "I am quite honored to treat the Princess."

Nimble, feminine hands now worked on the black buttons, swiftly flicking down the rows with haste.

"Shut up."

"Hoh?" Munto was always entertained when she got snappy. "Hungry, are we?"

Successful, the crimson pelt was ripped open, and with a shaken breath in them both, her needy palms slipped under the material to admire the flexed indents of his itching back muscles.

"You aren't the only one, you know?" she whispered, quiver-spelled, and held him just as close.

"I am not complaining."

He groaned into her hair when she knowingly scraped down the dip of his spine and to his sensitive tailbone, which triggered heat up his loins. With a grunt, his pelvis jerked forward on own accord and guided to face him, he kissed her, wet and fervent, to paw under the thin fabric for access. Multitasking, she struggled with his dark pants.

Discretion damned; may caution be thrown to the wind!

"After," he rasped and pinned her wrist away from his desire. "Let me enjoy this."

Already, the cotton garment was damp before he coaxed her folds; she barely required any preparation. Skimming, he hooked around its juncture base, strung the mauve article down her milky thighs and plunged deep into her weeping sex.

"Munto! Oh!"

His blood may be hot, but here she was liquid fire.

"Yumemi…!"

Her ridged stature grit to his set pace, rubbed her jewel with the butt of his palm, while he tugged at her collar with his idol left. Yumemi came to aid when the golden dip snagged on her flush shoulders, flipped the strapless bra to her heaving sternum, and finally her rose-tipped breasts were freed.

Halting, the king took but a moment to map her budding contours. All for him. Just for him. There was no other woman he would rather have than she in his arms.

"You are so damn beautiful!" he declared and dove to suckle upon one of the silken mounds. Giving attention to the neglected left, kneading and lightly pinching, his glove-adorned hands endlessly worshiped her body like the very deity he prayed under.

"Don… Don't leave marks. They'll ask," she whimpered in regards to her kin and close circle.

With a disappointed sigh, he loosened his jaw's nip-hold and ran calculated circles over her erect nipple. Primal instinct demanded branding what was his, but he had other sly tactics to shut Rui from jesting his sexual lack thereof.

Swift, another tip inward, he flicked the elastic walls with vigor, and in her moan, caused petite nails to drag hard between his shoulder blades. Sneering wicked, tomorrow, while she was at her weekly school absence, he would have ten drawn ribbons and so conveniently wear a high-cut top for weather purposes.

"Darling, how is it, as my fingers make love to you? Tell me," he whispered hot into her ear.

"It feels so good." Emerald crescents waxed to his kindle smolder. Gasping, she pleaded, "More. I'm burning."

Pensive, red brows arched upward. She may have played with such a number on her own lonesome nights, but his compared hands were much bigger in size. Even when escaping within the dream realm, two was their custom foreplay.

"Are you able to withstand it?" was of genuine concern.

"Yes! I think I know my limits!" Yumemi's frustration pivoted to a whine, "Now please, Munt— A-ahn!"

In the delicious sound of her feral outcry, canine teeth hinged together so hard to released the compressed air with his jaw. Composing a reverberated puff for air, he rolled the outline of her mouth, overlaid in the tasteful bit hidden there, to where she was so wild and sweet. Licking the saliva off her chin, perhaps this was what she had described earlier; her flavor alone—anywhere, everywhere—was always exceedingly divine. *6

His thumb pulled away with a moist pop, each quirking anticipatory grins, and gave careful attention to her pert bud in persuasion to loosen the tight sheath. Her smaller palm joined in to their primitive dance, urged his mid-joint digits deeper, and raised her shaking hips off the crimson silk, inch by toe-curling inch.

"What did I say?" she bit her lip in lustful concentration, quite accommodating to the addition. "I want to be full in you."

There was a frown. "When did you get so sassy?"

"When you started ordering me around." As her arms wrapped around the dark collar, his leg's balance teetered and she smothered him to her bosom. "Now do your job!"

Munto would have cackled for her riled endeavor if he were not so cautious to cause harm.

"Hey!" was a heated retort. He was highly known for his spitfire youth. "Have some faith in me, young lady, and be patient! Let me prepare you proper!"

All of her steam deflated towards a dry sob. "But I want to be closer to you…!"

"I know." The redhead too simmered down at said truth, calmed under her racing heart, and came gentle to his touch with short, rocking thrusts. "Believe when I shall end you shaking."

"…Cheeky," she muttered under her breath, wove through his mane, and caused a prideful grin to spread.

"Yet I always have, without fail."

A stagnant quiet.

"Well, you know that one time when—" Eyes of bullion flashed up sour, offered a low yowl in warning, and departed his burying, where the substance webbed thick and honeyed. Yumemi yelped, "Why? Don't let go, you big spoilsport! Stop teasing!"

"Hold on." There were bigger plans than to test her patience.

During the war, it was not a rarity for his troops to vaunt of their family and love ones, all of which they were fighting for: to protect their home and those considered important. Amongst set camp, whether around a fire or lain about rock beds under the stars, young and old would make light of the gruesome melancholy with vigorous stories of wives and the courtesans they have wooed in moonlit nights. Suggestive banter was highly given then, and now even more so in his direction when the Magical King had declared a potential mate: she, a mortal of sun-gold hair and electric eyes.

Yes, he was determined to obtain that mind-numbing prize for Yumemi today.

Sliding his middle finger in, firm to the brim, where her curled nest and juices filmed the black pelt barrier, he worked her slick walls endlessly, stimulating the puckering entrance in a twirling motion and filling once more. She sighed at the lovely attention his left gave upon her clit, fully spread and rested her naked calves upon his clad knees, and encouraged a rougher touch by bucking opposed him.

Closely, ember suns sought when he crooked the long digit up and against the spongy tissue. Without much change, even after grating lightly with a blunt nail, he inclined the angle, and peeping a squeak, the girl jumped, just slightly, while her thighs constricted against his. Again, and the reply was with more intensity.

"Could it be? Have I found it?"

"F-found what?" her mumble was delayed, sprawled about her disarrayed bangs in distress, and was completely overruled by her dominated senses. When he did not answer, her green vision parted, blurred and dilated. "Munto, don't keep me in the dark!"

With a hitched breath, he managed to clip her questionnaire by the pressing against the soft abdomen beneath him, as done firmer in prior demonstration, and tilted her jewel under his sweet torture.

"You need not worry, love, just relax," traced his lips at her lobe. It will be a special surprise. "This will feel wonderful."

"Alright," she began to squirm and exposed the profile he had not yet the chance to taste. "I trust you."

Humming against her skin, down the crook of her shoulder, Munto cut his sight in focus of her elevating breathing, pulse, and vibrato. Minutes passed, and she was induced to a writhing mess, uncontrollable to where her nails bit: raking his dewed pecs and biceps, she needed somewhere to sink onto to keep sane, and he gladly obliged to be that rock. Gradual, the tight dams of her pleasure were beginning to spasm at a higher rate and he quickened his speed in demand to send her soaring.

"M-Mun— I-I'm almost…! But I'm going to—! I can't!"

"Hush." Grappled within a shaking chokehold, his chin arched to burn this very moment into the recess of his mind. "Let go, Yumemi. I have you."

"O-oh! Oh! I—"

Permission granted, the liquid spurt forward, she, riding wave after wave, in a silent echo towards her departed lungs. He bated his own, at her purple-hued cheeks, and a cold fret crept silently to his palpitating chest. Fifteen; now twenty seconds… Wait, was it supposed to last this long?

'Yumemi. Yumemi, you need to brea—'

The crack of her skull tossed against his nose snapped her out of the spell and sputtered a long, pitched squeal, "PAH! H-hah! Nnn…!"

With a final shuttering jerk, she then dispersed to a puddled heap of ecstasy and shaking limbs. Relief on both parts, he removed his knuckle from her convulsing vice.

"There we are."

"Wha… What was…?" She wheezed desperately for air, groggy and heavy lidded. "Why was that so different?"

"Congratulations on your first ejaculation." His teeth tugged the snap of his soaked glove and tossed it aside to examine the wrinkled, tan pad under is tongue. "Have you heard of the G-spot before?"

"Oh my." Emeralds widened with a heady blush and she huffed back in defeat. "How embarrassing. I thought I wet myself."

"Nah, it is quite normal. Did you enjoy yourself?"

She offered a weak, ironic smile. "…I can barely move."

Now that was something to boast upon.

"Then mission accomplished."

With a content sigh, the girl murmured, "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" His tone was light and caring, as he thumbed her misted brow.

She shied into her shoulder, bashful. "I want to touch you, but I don't think I have the strength to help."

…God truly, she can be too cute for words.

"Then we will improvise," came a cloy perk.

Leaning back upon his ankles, he unzipped the rogue desire, scooted forward to tuck his knees under her, and guided petite hands upon the soft mounds he so adored. Squeezing them together, he motioned to stay as instructed.

"Oh."

Before sliding up into her cleavage, he paused for consent. "Is this alright?"

She offered an affectionate look. "Yeah."

Nodding, Munto bit his inner-cheek as he slowly advanced, purring in the back of his throat when abound in the smooth flesh, all which was she, and back again, harder.

They say women heat gradual like an iron, while men scorches quick like a match. Yet, always together, she was his spark: whether through inspiration, power, or intimacy, she was the oxygen to his flame, which never would be snuffed out, so long as he had passion burning within his breast.

His dazed reverie suddenly snapped back by the acquainted lap at his moist head. Jumping, Munto glared down at her, caught red handed, and pulled away from her eager mouth.

"None of that. Keep it under the radar." He will reserve some tact in their promise, in the least.

"'Kaaay."

"God." Pinching his tender bridge, he groaned in displeasure, while his shaft twitched for friction. "Please, do not use that tone in our lovemaking, Yumemi. Save it for your mother."

The blonde giggled and bounced enthusiastically. "Yes, my Lord." *7

He snickered and balanced around her golden halo, seeing she was independent without his suggestions, and met halfway. "You are my challenge, indeed. Am I too heavy?"

"I think I can handle it."

"Oh, look who is being smug?"

She merely stuck her tongue out in a mock.

Amber rolling in her poor offense, he concentrated himself back to the sensations gifted, and quenched the salt off his Cupid's bow, while a number of beads trickled down like a pearl necklace upon her neck. The heartbeat there was strong against him.

"Does it feel good?" she whispered, not wanting to break his trance.

"Always," he rasped and shivered at the coiled heat in his gut. "I'm close."

She knew, for his formal speech always managed to slip, whence done so.

By now, he gripped his cloak mercilessly, punching the ground a few times in his building release, while he hissed grit curses between his hyperventilating.

"Yumemi…!" He was so freaking close! "Yumemi, dammit! Oh, yes! Mmm…!" *8

Toes curling tight within his pristine boots, the seed burst from his juncture, followed in a shouted exhale, to where he floated back, gradually, to his sweltering shell.

After the day he had, that was something he really needed.

"H-ah… That was good," he complimented upon the high.

However, she managed to cut his euphoria short with an insistent patting to his thigh, her quiet warning escalated to a screech, "Munto. Munto! Hurry, it's dripping! I don't want it in my hair!"

"Alright, calm down. Finicky." The royal groaned, lurching forward from his resting, and hovering his palm over the coating upon her cleavage and dispelled it away with a crimson spark in his magic. "There."

Dipping with relief, she pursed, "You need to teach me how to do that."

"One step at a time. It comes with practice." Playfully, he tweaked a nipple, then tucked the flaccid limb and buttoned the waist closed. It was then, which her palms cupped beneath his pants to stroke the small dimples at the base of his spine. How flattering. "My, you certainly have quite the fixation on my ass."

Her gentle petting fumbled momentarily and then squeezed his firm gluteal with more zest. "What? You've got a cute butt."

"Likewise to these as well," he fondled her breasts, perking a snide grin, and rumbled, "Yet I do not go groping you when I get possessive." *9

Taken aback, she gasped, and retreated her comfortable hold, "That happened one time!"

"Still counts." His thick brows waggled.

She pouted. "You're so mean."

"And you are adorable," pressed his lips on her forehead, and invaded the closer upon her dressing. "Just a moment, I never got a good look." *10

"Eh? Oh. Do you like it?" Yumemi fluttered her lashes with a shy smile, when he traced upon the fine stitching of her bra. There, the mauve material held engraved butterflies and lace.

…Cute.

"Yeah. Too bad these are not custom here in Heaven," he groused in thought, and tugged the gold-laden collar into place and smoothened the wrinkles. Besides combing her hair and the hinted spots at her neck, she would appear just as the couple had left.

"I still don't understand how they did that in battle."

"Oh, they bind."

"What?" She jackknifed with panic. "But that can be really dangerous if it's not done properly!" *11

Catseye gold widened slightly. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

"I am sure they use proper precautions," he waved off, crawled on his knees, and aided her back into her underwear, one leg hole at a time. "We will have to get you more of these frilled support devices in the future."

"You are being dramatic again, Munto," she peered him a weary look and he rolled beside her, forearms propped behind his head.

"And I always shall."

Meekly, she scooted to use his shoulder as a pillow, which he encouraged by pulling her close, and caressed his facial cartilage, down to his full lips. "How's your nose?"

He scrunched and stretched his jaw muscles with a yawn and sniffled. "I will live. Why, is it bruised?"

"No," she brushed his turned cheek and laughed, "But I really hit you hard!"

"What can I say? I like it rough."

Squawking, her face hid within his vest and gave a nudge from his lewd flirtation. With a sly tickle under her pit, the giggle storm brewed with more intensity. One to fall prey easy to the clutches of depression, Munto did his all to coax that admirable chime on a constant basis. As her bubbling fit died down, they laid together in a comfortable silence, while the winds cooled their intertwined bodies.

"Hey, hey." She trailed up an elfin ear for his attention. "I love you."

"As I, you," the king declared and craned to meet her mouth for a kiss. Sucking her lower lip in parting, he sighed, "Mmm, one more."

Puckering the sensitive flesh together, interchanging between angels with such delicacy, and in a slight taste of her honey, they released, satisfied.

"…Munto?"

Lids closed in soaking the sun, he was distracted by the caress she played around his tan areola.

"Hnn?"

"Listen. I'm glad you're here." Behind emerald irises, reflected determination and sympathy. "I know they said such terrible things when you were young, but that's all changed now. We can start our future together, even if it's just in example. Heaven and Earth; everyone joined beautifully as one."

Gaping down at her, she held his gaze with maturity far beyond her years. Gradually, his bated breath resumed, and he thumbed her shoulder's curve in affection.

"…Yes." After a thoughtful moment, he said, "I am certain they would have been delighted to meet you."

"Who?"

He licked his parched mouth, hesitant in his opening, and whispered, "My father and mother."

"Yeah…" Her smile was sad but hopeful, as they enlaced hands. "Do you think they foresaw us together?"

His mind halted, blinking in the shimmering memory, and gradually relaxed his tense muscles.

"I like the thought of that. Possibly."

She nodded and nuzzled into his neck with a sigh. The distilled quiet was soon broken by her flailing limbs, huffing as she whined, "Jeez, it really is hot!"

"Are you saying then it was not my irresistible charms, which induced you to a flustered puddle?" he gave a hurt gesture to his chest from their previous banter.

"Munto!"

A chuckle escaped when he perched over to peck her cheek, in secret for two, "We can take a dip in the greenhouse springs to cool off, if you would like?"

"Aww. But I didn't bring a swimsuit for that," she deflated.

Perfect.

"No need," he grinned and cracked a canine at the lovely image.


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A/N: Oh, the fragile male ego. No, but seriously, Munto's a cheeky little bastard when wants to be. Hopefully I did not overdo it with their banter, but Yumemi definitely has some sass in the first OVA, which I had hoped to see later on in the series. Minorly disappointed—mostly because I was hooked by my fiery little Princess coming out of her shell—so I'll write about it instead.
Here, also take a peek at this parody AU: fav. me/d8vawap
I'm on a roll, so see you soon with chapter four. For the time being, I'll get all this sexual tension temporarily out of my system first and then resume back to the other neglected works. Cheers.

— Ari [6.3.15]


*1: Nodded upon my comic, Behind Closed Doors: fav. me/d88f6k0

*2: If you really take note, despite with what Chikara teased about her eating junk food in episode one, Yumemi consumes very little throughout the series. It may just be her small stature, but one of the signs in depression does include the loss of appetite, which she clearly had for years.

*3: As summarized on the old Munto site, OVA I: "Although the Heavenly World and the present was one existence from the first, when the evolved human beings learned the special power of "Akuto," they made and isolated the Utopia "the Heavenly World" up in the sky. It was as to say the crystal of the gained power.
The concept of time does not exist in the Heavens. Therefore, there is a flow of the time in the present world at all; both the worlds cannot be existed in the same space and time. In this way, the two worlds started to be parted."

*4: That's the only reason why I could think the eighth episode's preview mentioned no toilets/bathrooms.

*5: I had to do some hefty research to really point out which facts were correct. I could still possibly be wrong, but from what is understood, Japan permits girls at sixteen to have intercourse, while guys must be eighteen.
Here, despite now confirming Munto as an immortal, he's [physically?] nineteen, which in all is Ephebophilia, so you needn't worry about his loli tendencies. [fav. me/d7mv4ak]

*6: Out of context, Munto may sound a tad cannibalistic here, but I say he gets 'full' from the Akuto she creates. In the least, he'll be quite energetic to pull all-nighters with her help. ;)

*7: A funny reference to Munto's amazing voice actor, Daisuke Ono, who plays the famous butler, Sebastian within Black Butler. His most well known line is the English katakana phrase, "Yes, my Lord."

*8: That, "Oh, yes," line is actually canon within the Drama CD: tmblr. co/ZE8fixS1gm-W

*9: Yumemi's fixation on his butt became a gradual headcannon of mine. Here's the event, which was mentioned: fav. me/d6ve8sm

*10: I get the feeling Munto has a taste for her foreign clothing. Why else would he have a uniform fetish?

*11: True fact, yo. Don't bind with ace bandages. It can cause some serious damage.

*(12): Sex-Ed:
Dun-dun-duuun! We're gonna talk about it and the content mentioned within this chapter. First and foremost, I've got a minor in Women's Studies; I'm not a pro at this subject, but have taken a few classes on it over the years, while at college. No, it's not because I'm single and horny 2/3rds of the time, but it is an honest influence. [I may have been a tad too open there. Oops. Sorry, friends.]
— A biggie: The G-spot is most definitely a thing; despite what some Catholic studies struggle to deny. It is located about a good two inches on 'top' of the cervix and is around the size of a pea. The tissue there is a bit rougher and needs some applied pressure, since the sensitivity tones-down within the average-six-inch vagina. During intercourse [or period cramps], this is a good zone to massage outside of the body, right below the abdomen, where her uterus would be.
Like women, men have a special spot within the Prostate gland, a good walnut sized sack set between the bladder and penis, which can be stimulated within the anus, or given special attention under the testicles. [This fact will be applied in later chapters.]
— A recent thing I had learned is that the tailbone is a highly sensitive warm-up, even though I enjoy pointing out Munto's kitty qualities [which is also cannon, according to KyotoAni's art: fav. me/d1ve3tw]
— Along in foreplay, be careful with the clitoris; don't abuse it like a scratch-and-sniff sticker. It's highly sensitive, up to 8,000 nerve endings compared to a 4,000 in a man's head—though they are made of the same tissue, which is interchangeable within the womb in a few weeks time. [So if she tells you to suck it, it's literally like a mini penis, so that can work, too! Lol.] Shaped like a wishbone you snap at Thanksgiving, the organ is designed specifically for sexual pleasure. The rest of it is hidden within the body, and is the pinnacle orgasm for most women.
— I'm jumping a bit here, but women can ejaculate just as well. It is no reproductive seed, but is located within that same hormone gland as men, called the Skene's gland. It is found with the fold of the libia, near the urethral opening [where one urinates], and produces a milky fluid, which is usually released in an orgasm when she is relaxed and well hydrated.
— To the boys who brag about having girls 'tight' during sex: is not a good thing. That means she's tense or not aroused enough for her vagina's walls to stretch. Of course, she may become a squirming mess when closer to climax, and there are ways to purposefully strengthen those muscles, but don't tease your lady if she was 'loose.' We push out babies out a good ten times + the thickness of a dick; it's not because you're too big. However, if you are according to her discomfort, then remember to always use lube! :V
— While we're at the subject of comfort and what not, just to put it out there, the vaginal barrier, known as the hymen, actually isn't a barrier at all—otherwise the menstrual lining and egg wouldn't be able to seep through when on the rag. It stretches and contracts, but can be torn if not properly aroused, which is why bleeding may occur during her first penetration. Don't be surprised, though, if she doesn't, or even opposite, after having sex several times! It just means she was relaxed and well lubricated.
With that, I hope you learned a thing or two in some healthy sexual education! It's good to know about our bodies! Have a great day! :D