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"Kazuma," Bishamon says. "I'd like to give you an order."

"Of course," Kazuma says. He comes around the bed, shrugging off his coat and loosening his tie. "What is it?"

"I'd like it hard and fast tonight." She lifts her eyes, steadily. "Do you think you can do that?"

A slight pause. "That shouldn't be a problem."

Bishamon leans back on the bed, waiting as Kazuma undresses. There is a curious play of shadows and orange light as he pulls off his clothes, the shadowed bedroom lit only by the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand. Bishamon watches as his hand reaches up to the knot of his tie, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt and exposing the thin clavicle underneath. Normally she would be helping him undress - his body is like a secret gift buried under layers of wrapping paper - but Kazuma had asked her if she wouldn't mind waiting while he tries to undress himself, he needed to get used to being intimate with her without stinging her. "When you touch me, it can be a little overwhelming," he said. "I need to get used to doing this on my own."

"Kazuma," Bishamon says, and Kazuma looks up, pausing briefly while unbuttoning his shirt. "You are sure I'm not taking advantage of you?"

"Don't be ridiculous." His hands start working on the buttons again. "I prefer it when you order me. That way I can be certain my actions are wanted."

"I suppose," Bishamon says. Kazuma smiles and kisses the spot behind her ear. She doesn't like giving him orders - it was awkward enough trying to wrap her head around him being her shinki - but without them, he stings her almost to the point of blighting her. They both had decided for her own safety, it was probably best if she just tells him what to do. "I do wish you were more comfortable with me, though."

"It is a bit of an adjustment," Kazuma says.

His shirt is unbuttoned. Bishamon takes a moment to appreciate the smooth skin of his chest. The scar from where she had slashed him is an angry raised line, which she soothes gently with the pads of her fingers. Kazuma sighs, and Bishamon responds by pulling off the rest of his shirt.

The curtains are open in the windows opposite them, but fortunately the bedroom faces only their backyard, there's no one that could see them. The darkness is such that the windows reflect their bodies back at them like a mirror, which Kazuma looks at and frowns, slightly.

"What is it?" Bishamon says. Kazuma shakes his head at his reflection.

"it is a little incongruent, isn't it?" Kazuma says. Bishamon tilts her head, not understanding. "You're so beautiful," Kazuma says. "And I'm, well..."

"What?" Bishamon says. She slips her had around his waist. "I like your body, Kazuma."

"I know you do." His eyes are smiling. "But you have to admit, it is rather amusing when you think about it. You're a goddess and I'm not exactly the perfect specimen. But don't worry," Kazuma says, seeing her face. "I'm not having self-confidence issues, it was merely a simple observation."

Bishamon glances back at their reflections, and she can see what Kazuma is talking about. Kazuma had died early in his life, and his body is still soft, boyish. Shirtless, his shoulders are narrow and his chest is boyishly flat, but as he methodically unbuckles his belt she can see the shadow of his lower abdomen, just barely hinting at a secret manhood he had kept hidden from her for centuries. She never thought of him as a man before. Kazuma as her shinki was sexless and loyal, not someone to be fondled and lusted over. But looking at him now, his hardness straining beneath his pants and the surprising trail of sparse, dark hair leading from his navel, all she wants to do is touch him, run her hands all over his body and rub her mouth lower and lower.

Kazuma finishes undressing - belt buckle, button, zipper, pants - and Bishamon grins a little at the sight of Kazuma's penis, which is stiff and hard and completely at-odds with the youthful upper half of his body. She pulls off her nightgown, then pushes down her panties, leaning forward to pull them off around her ankles. She lies back, and Kazuma leans over her, kneeling between her legs and reaching an arm to gently set his glasses on the nightstand. She lets her knees drop on either side of her, widening her thighs as he positions himself against the lips of her entrance.

Carefully, he pushes in; she feels him filling her, stretching her out, slowly.

"Hard and fast, okay?" Bishamon says. Kazuma nods against her shoulder.

He pulls back, then pushes into her again, adjusting to her body before increasing the pace of his strokes. It's a steady pace, a back-and-forth motion. Bishamon sighs and the mattress springs creak with the movement.

"Kazuma," Bishamon says, and Kazuma kisses the side of her ear before pushing up on his arms...

...and then slams his hips hard into her with the entire weight of his body behind it.

"Ch-chou-!"

"Don't say it." Kazuma kisses her before she can accidentally call his name, thrusting into her with a punishing rhythm, panting against her mouth. "Veena don't say it. Don't say my name."

"I won't- I'm not-Kazuma!" She gasps and grips his back, her knees pressing against his ribs as her body rocks back and forth on the mattress. He grins and kisses her open-mouthed, smiling and breathing heavily through his nose.

She didn't know Kazuma had it in him, slamming his hips into her body and pounding her, hard and fast, just like she asked. He hammers into her and her body bounces a little, the bedframe and the mattress rocking almost violently. He pushes up on his arms, his hair swings wildly in front of his face, and his face is red from all his exertions.

And then he pulls out abruptly, quickly lowering himself down her body and shoving his face between her legs.

"Kazuma, what-"

He sucks at her clit, slipping two fingers inside her and thrusting with his hand. He gives her one more harsh suck before lifting his head. "I was about to come," he says. "Let me work on you first."

Bishamon nods, straining her neck to look at him.

There is precision in everything Kazuma does, and that ability of his, to grasp the things around him and intuitively recognize what to do to produce maximal results, works even as he's going down on her. It's not just his mouth on her clit, it's a specific prodding motion, centered at the top left corner of her clitoral hood, that makes Bishamon's gut bottom out and the muscles of her ass and thighs clench. His fingers curl, his tongue slips over and on her clit with sure, knowing strokes, and just as her pelvis rises and her toes point with straining need, Kazuma strokes his tongue along her clit, gives her one long, harsh suck, then delicately, carefully, touches the tender flesh of her clit with sharp, hard teeth.

She screams, her upper body pitching forward, hands gripping the short hairs of his neck as her body spasms violently. She comes so hard she practically shoves him off the bed, her thighs clenching shut as she helplessly jerks forward.

"Geez." Bishamon breathes hard as Kazuma rises again, delicately wiping the side of his mouth and positioning his penis against her lips. "When did you get so good at this?"

"You were always very easy to read." He slides up inside her easily, slick as she is from her fantastic orgasm. "I suppose I also fantasized about this, as well."

"I still don't understand why you never stung me." Her voice is breathy as he sets to work again, stroking inside her and hitting a sensitive spot. "I mean, you masturbated to me, right? How is it that you didn't feel guilty?"

He lowers his head, pressing his cheek to her ear.

"It was my way of worshipping you."

"Ha," Bishamon says, but she sees Kazuma's eyes, which are earnest in their sincerity. He leans forward, dropping a kiss by her temple and fanning his thumb across her cheek.

The minutes pass. Soon he leans forward and pulls her legs up onto his shoulders, leaning forward as he thrusts and practically bending her in half. Her knees touch against her breasts and her clit rubs deliciously against the hard ridge of his pelvis. She slips a hand between their bodies, her stomach tensing again as she strokes herself with the pad of her finger.

"Veena." He pants, softly. "I think I'm about to come, again."

"That's okay, keep going," she says, and she feels his thrusts grow faster, more desperate. Her own orgasm is starting to build, and just as she's about to come he shoves into her with one ragged gasp, and pulses helplessly inside her.

His penis throbs, and she comes in rolling waves, a slower series of contractions that push hard against his body. He breathes heavily, lying on top of her, one hot cheek pressed against hers and panting softly. Bishamon reaches a hand to card her fingers through the damp locks of his hair and he manages to look up at her again, smiling shyly. She can feel the fast pulse of his heart beating against her skin.

"Not bad," Bishamon says, and he ducks, shyly. She fluffs his hair, smiling fondly. "Better than looking at that rat bastard's comics, right?"

"I wasn't aware it was a competition," Kazuma says. Bishamon grins and kisses him, smiling and resting her arms along the back of his shoulders.