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.
She's close to coming. Her body arches, the muscles of her legs and stomach tightening with the effort.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Chouki!"
And there's a panic-stricken look from Kazuma as Bishamon accidentally zaps her blessed vessel into her earlobe.
"Veena! What are you-"
In the white backdrop of her mind's eye, Bishamon can see Kazuma standing, naked and horrified, hiding his chest with his arms and ducking around the purple jewels floating around his head.
"R-return, Kazu."
Ding. Kazuma appears in front of her, stumbling and covering his penis with his hand.
"I-" Bishamon bites her lip. "I'm sorry!" she says, and then she starts to laugh.
"Veena, this isn't funny!"
"Kazuma, you-why are you covering yourself?"
"Because unlike some people, I am not accustomed to walking around stark naked."
Bishamon grins at him. "Come here," she says, and she holds out her arms.
xXx
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He's stinging her again.
Quietly, Bishamon unbuttons Kazuma's shirt and slides it down his shoulders. The fabric rustles slightly as her hands slip over his arms, palming the thin shoulders and warm skin beneath. The blight on his body is barely noticeable, but Bishamon can see it, the faint splotch of purple, the telltale sign of an Ayakashi's influence. Carefully she leans forward and presses her lips reverently against the spot: Kazuma sighs, closing his eyes.
They have crossed the centuries together, but this side of their relationship is still brand new. Until recently, she has never seen Kazuma's face crack into a blush, has never felt his hands tugging at the folds of her clothes with urgent efficiency. He is not used to it either, and every time he shows his desire for her, she feels the sharp sting of his shame at the base of her neck, knowing that with every kiss and sigh and harsh thrusting movement, there is that growing, gnawing doubt that he is still unworthy of her.
But no matter. Bishamon takes the lead tonight, lets her fingers splay over the skin of his ribs, kisses the sides of his face and eyes and leans him back onto the bed. There is the sound of metal clinking as she undoes his belt buckle.
xXx
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One day, long before he and Veena are in any sort of romantic relationship, he comes across something he shouldn't see.
Kazuma is rounding the corner, silently counting the things left on his to-do list and hefting another stack of reports, when he hears a soft moan coming from Veena's grotto.
She has been feeling unwell lately, and Kazuma's footsteps quicken as he enters the clearing to the sacred waters.
In the lake, her head is tipped back, eyes closed and her lips parted. Her back arches, and he sees the peaks of her breasts poking out from the water.
It takes him a moment to realize that she's touching herself, and Kazuma fumbles, clutching his reports to his chest. He pushes his glasses back up, tries to remember how to walk, and turns quickly on his heel, leaving as Veena's soft pants grow into needful moans.
xXx
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"I don't understand, Kazuma. You've touched yourself to these filthy doujins, you took all these stupid photos and you've seen me masturbate. And yet you've never stung me-not until now!"
Kazuma blushes, her soft breast cradled lovingly in the palm of his hand.
(Later, he gently presses his tongue against her nipple, and Bishamon yelps at the sharp, stinging sensation that slaps her against the neck. It gets worse when he dares to finger her, and it's not until she sighs tragically and rolls him onto his back that the stinging sensation finally stops.)
xXx
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"You have a really nice penis, you know that?"
Kazuma coughs and sputters, nearly dropping the stack of reports he's carrying in his hands.
"Veena! What on earth- didn't we say we wouldn't- Veena people could hear."
"There's no one else around, Kazuma, you of all people should know that," Bishamon says.
He pushes up his glasses, face beet-red and glaring sternly.
Unbeknownst to Kazuma, Bishamon really does think he has a nice penis. When it's erect, it's thick and solid, the head of his erection like the cap of a nice, fat mushroom. She likes the way it feels, sliding snug and tight inside her.
"So what about it do you like?" Kazuma says, finally, in a tone best suited for talking about budgetary concerns and expense reports. Bishamon smiles.
She tells him it looks like a mushroom and Kazuma is not amused.
xXx
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On the bed, her long hair falls over her shoulders, tangling in long, thin strands and fanning out over the sheets. Her skin is soft and her mouth is warm and pliant, and when he touches her, her side-turned face goes red and slack, the silence of the room punctuated with breathy moans.
His body, unlike hers, which is graced with the flawlessness of gods, is physically mismatched. Bony shoulders and thin chest, the ugly scar from Veena's blade snakes around the cage of his shoulders and ribs and stops just short of his hip bone, his narrow pelvis pressing obscenely between the creamy skin of her thighs. He has the look of an awkward, gangly teenager, grunting and thrusting into a supermodel.
He comes. He pulses breathlessly, breath fanning against her neck as he collapses onto her chest, and a short moment passes before she lets out a soft squeak and jerks helplessly beneath him. His eyes are blind with tenderness, and as he touches her cheek a patch of moonlight glances off the mark on his hand.
xXx
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"Kazuma?"
"Yes, Veena?"
"Why don't you ever look at me when I'm on top?"
"What do you mean?" Kazuma says, and Veena frowns.
"You're always turning your head to the side," Veena says. "Is it because you're trying not to sting me?"
"Not at all. It's just that sometimes your hair falls over my face."
(And it suddenly makes sense, how Kazuma would turn his head, squeezing his eyes and occasionally blowing out a puff of air.)
xXx
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She's fellating him, palming the crest of his hips and running her tongue along the underside of his glans, when to his horror he comes suddenly, thick white stripes spurting onto her face.
"Veena! I'm so sorry!" Kazuma says, and Veena yelps, not so much from him ejaculating on her as it is from the hard-blighted slap that pinches at the base of her neck.
(He's so horrified and ashamed by this that he'd be stinging her for days afterward, were it not for the fact that Bishamon thought this was nothing short of hilarious, and was cracking up at him as she wiped off her face.)
xXx
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Sometimes, Kazuma is unexpectedly shy.
Before they were lovers, Kazuma had no compunction over barging in on Bishamon's baths, complaining loudly whenever she walked around naked or telling her bluntly that she might as well fight in a swimsuit, because those had more fabric. He nagged at her, kept her on task, and was scarily efficient when it came to the various stacks of paperwork.
Things are different now, and while Kazuma is still quick to roll his eyes or call Bishamon out on whatever ridiculous this-that or the other, sometimes their fingers will brush and his face will turn red for absolutely no reason, or he'll suddenly stop where he's walking and stammer and stare.
It baffles her, because he's been in love with her for well over a millennia. Now that their relationship was consummated, there was no reason why he should suddenly be so standoffish and shy.
("I suppose it's because I just want to be near you," Kazuma tells her. "I never could before. But now I know I can."
Bishamon nods, understanding. The next time he turns and blushes in front of her, she smartly crosses the room to give him an affectionate squeeze.)
xXx
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At night, he sleeps in Bishamon's bed.
His body is warm and comforting and she can't help but turn and tuck her face against the side of his neck. She presses soft kisses against his neck and shoulder, sighs quietly as he shifts and moves. Everything is still so new and unexplored, and yet, as she curls against his body and traces the line of his name on his hand, she can't imagine that she's ever slept this well alone.
xXx
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She's worrying over a stack of papers when she feels it, a light touch of his hand against her shoulder.
"Anything I can help you with?" Kazuma says, and while the gesture is no more intimate than the things he's done before they were lovers, he drops a quick kiss against her hair before leaning over her shoulder to read.
It's the first time he's kissed her without her being stung, and Bishamon smiles happily to herself. Still reading the papers, she reaches a hand upward, absently stroking his face before touching his hand.