Thank you everyone for supporting me through this venture. I may write a separate short sequel to this but not particularly related to it.
This chapter will be a little different from the rest of the story just because I was feeling a deeper sentimentality to their sexual encounters. Hope you still tolerate and enjoy it though.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not owning anything here.
"Nanami-chan…"
There was a silence in the room, Nanami's tears falling to the ground. "M-Mizuki? What are you doing here?"
"You didn't come so I came back to see if everything was okay." Mizuki spoke sounding serious.
Nanami just looked at the ground in utter loss. "Nee Mizuki, could you leave me alone for tonight? I don't feel like going out. I'll just go to my room and sleep."
Her voice was low and breaking in between words. Mizuki was well aware that she had been crying but he knew there was not much he could have done to fix the problem. All he could do is give her space because no matter how much he wanted to kill that damned fox, he knew a confrontation would only make Nanami unhappier.
"Nanami-chan, is there anything I can help with…?" He asked, moving closer to her still form.
Nanami violently shook her head and forced a smile on her, gesturing Mizuki not to worry. But before she could turn around to leave for her own room, she was pulled into a tight embrace.
"M-Mizuki?" Nanami stuttered, stunned at Mizuki's move.
"Even though I'm not him, please know that I will forever be by your side. You are my salvation." Mizuki whispered in Nanami's ear.
Nanami only responded with silence, nothing more. She just stayed still in his embrace, welcoming his honest affection towards her.
"Mm." She murmured, accepting his loyalty.
"I wish he would see what I do." Mizuki smiled, moving away from the embrace and patting Nanami's head. "You are more beautiful than the moon. Especially tonight."
With that Mizuki was gone and Nanami was standing staring at the window, the backyard lit up with the moonlight of the full moon. "Tomoe…"
She didn't realize she had spoken those words out loud and just turned around, moving towards the shouji.
With her first step, she was stopped dead in her tracks. "You called?"
It was such a bittersweet voice of familiarity. She hated the affect his silken voice still had on her.
She stood her ground, back towards the window where he stood as a shadow, her shoulder shaking from the force of her held back tears.
"Nanami?" He asked, taking a step towards her form.
"Don't come near me!" She yelled through her shaking voice.
And that was enough to stop Tomoe from moving any further due to, if not detail, then compulsion at least.
"But I don't even need to say that, do I? You wouldn't want to be near me anyway." She turned her face towards him from over her shoulder, her eyes slightly red and her hair a bit disheveled from the running through the forest. "Tomoe what else do I need to do? I'm at a loss Tomoe because all I feel-"
"You can't compare to the beauty of the moon." Tomoe cut her off smoothly.
Nanami, with her eyes wide in anger, turned around, her lips parting to say something before planning on running out of the room.
"You are incomparable." He continued, her actions not shaking him off at all.
Her voice caught in her throat, standing facing him, her lips now pursed together unsure about what to say to such an unexpected comment – or rather compliment.
Tomoe took his time with each step he took towards her, soft steps, each one making Nanami's heart race more frantically than ever before. "T-Tomoe?"
"That fucking snake has no idea what he is talking about." He hissed, now inches away from a very statuesque Nanami. "I cannot see you the way he sees you."
He took the strands of her hair that were falling out of her tied up bun and brought them up to his lips. "I see nothing but you."
Nanami's face heated up from his words, swarmed with sincerity and affection.
"I feel nothing but you."
He kissed her hair and Nanami pulled back immediately, feeling dizzy from the dense atmosphere. What was happening? Tomoe was acting strange. Was Tomoe feeling al – one step and she was subjected a very strong opposing force, not letting her move any further from him. His left arm was already gripping her tight from her obi-clad waist.
"I crave you in the most absolute way."
He moved nearer, letting her strand of hair fall of the side as his hot breath scorched Nanami's pale exposed neck. His lips touched her smooth skin and a gentle kiss was marked on her which made Nanami shiver, her eyes shutting tight with the intense sensation.
She couldn't understand it. The feelings she felt at that moment weren't of lust or sensuality, there was awe in her. It was as if Tomoe had completely possessed her entire awareness, his words like a chant to keep her under his spell.
Against her unblemished neck, his lips rested and moved for words, "I desire you in the most unimaginable way. I desire you in ways that you wouldn't even know possible."
Immediately, as if she fell apart under his bewitching voice, she parted her lips to sigh, her eyes rolling back as his lips quickly slid over her neck to her lips, locking them with his own.
He was a vile person. That is what he was thinking as he took her lips in such ferocity that he felt himself lose control.
From his heavy robes he could feel Nanami clutch onto his waist, as if trying to balance herself from falling.
He broke the kiss, taking a good long look at her.
She was everything. Her face would make the goddesses envious. The way her lips would always pout slightly after they kissed, as if wanting more yet unknowing to her.
He could feel himself catch fire, an itch under his skin to let loose as he saw her blushing face and eyes in a sultry haze. But that itch went much further than just her current state.
"Don't be so familiar with everyone – not even that damn snake." He hissed, claiming her lips again but with much more force this time.
She squirmed as his tongue mapped her mouth to his leisure. She was the most exquisite nectar that he seemed to so easily be addicted to.
He slid his hand up to her neck, holding it from behind as he kissed her deeper and deeper. She was his and only his. Only he could touch her, only he could claim her. He wouldn't allow anyone near her. That was his most feral desire and he had no intentions of leashing himself any longer. She had pushed him to a point of no return.
"I chose this kimono for you myself because I always believed that they do well on you. But now I see the error in judgment." He spoke, breaking the kiss and running his left hand around her obi bow.
She could feel his right hand sneaking its way from her neck to her shoulder under the heavy silk.
"Tomoe…" She muttered, too engrossed in the indescribable sensations she was being subjected to.
"I can't have anyone look at you like this." He spoke, a kind of animalistic viciousness in his tone as he pulled her towards his body, crushing her against him and pulling on the bow of her kimono.
He moved closer, his lips against her ear, "You're mine and only will ever be."
His whisper was that last bit of coherence that held on to before Nanami couldn't help but begin to respond as her body directed. She wanted this all along and he was finally responding.
She moved her hands to his chest, feeling his bare chest peek out from his long cotton robes. Her lips were once again locked with his as he undid her obi.
The obi, undone, fell to the floor with its own weight with the sound of rustling cloth. Nanami moaned through the kisses when she felt the silk loosen itself around her, her chest a bit more exposed than before.
Parting from her intoxicating lips, Tomoe stopped his movements for that one solemn moment where he looked into Nanami's eyes, his deepest desires all laid out open for her to read and take in.
Nanami gazed into this gold orbs for long; long enough to see them slowly tint red and shimmer even more than before. She could feel the rush of his desires over her entire body as she moved closer to him. She pulled up on her toes and rested his forehead against her own. "Tomoe, I will accept all that you have for me. So please accept all of me as well."
If she had time for cognition, she would believe herself to the most foolish entity, whatever she may have been, to exist in that moment of time was the purest form of joy she had felt. But she had none of that as Tomoe's nimble fingers moved inside her kimono, running over her waist, over to her shoulder, pushing off the silk while once again claiming her lips.
It was all a daze to her, everything that happened after that moment.
There was something holy about everything that was her. He held her close, picking her up in his arms and laying her down on his futon. He wanted to ask her if she wanted to shift to her room for the comfort of her big western bed. He wanted to ask her if she felt cold. He wanted to ask her again and again if this was truly what she wanted, if he was good enough for her.
But none of those things mattered when she pulled apart the knots of his shirt and took it off. He could feel the vicious Youkai inside of him take over as her hands moved over his now bare body, over his chest and down to his torso as he hovered over her. What guilt he might have felt for soiling her was overcome by her advances, assuring him that this was what she wanted. There was no longer any need for him to hold any restraint for she had already accepted all that he had to give and he would make sure she felt every ounce of his infinite devotion.
Leaning down, he kissed her lips once before going down to kiss her neck again and again, his fangs brushing against the softness and sucking. He wanted to nick that soft flesh and taste her but he moved away from her before he went that far. There was a limit he was going to make sure he wouldn't cross.
But her desire-laden clouded eyes would not let him tear apart for long as he moved further down, kissing her chest from the edges of the black cloth that covered her chest. "This must go."
He already knew he had no understanding of it so he decided he wouldn't waste time. He pulled on it, his claws tearing it off and exposing her modest chest completely to him.
He had thought it would be easier. But the image of her lying under him so vulnerable and exposed drove him unequivocally wild.
She could have spoken out her distress regarding the unnecessary act of tearing apart her clothing. She wanted to cover herself up with her arms from the utter shame and embarrassment she felt as his eyes darted all over her form. She needed him to stop for a moment so she could catch her breath. But none of that mattered when all his attention; all his devotion was to her.
His mouth over her breasts, his hand sliding down over her stomach to her naval and then below. She could feel an aura of ecstasy even before he moved his fingers between her legs, the sensation of his hands seeking out her deepest pleasures.
His hand slid inside her underwear without any warning and she arched back at just the feel of his cold fingers against her warmth. His movements were dexterous and although she could've protested to how he seemed a little too skillful, she had none of that when he kept at it until she was at the edge of falling apart.
She parted her lips and a low moan escaped as she reached nearer and nearer to her ecstasy, the sensation so incredibly new and unrelenting.
He had it all under a leash until her soft voice let out the most lustrous moan his fox ears had ever been familiarized with. Like a ticking time bomb, as she drew nearer and nearer, Tomoe could feel his inside churn up and tighten. The viciousness in him was breaking free at her sight and he had no will power left to harness it.
As she breathed in a sharp gasp, high pitched aching sounds of her climax, Tomoe's eyes burnt the red of fire and his silver hair suddenly grew longer and fell to either side of them.
His hand stopped as he pulled up just enough to take in the sight of a goddess that he had worshipped for so long, he knew of nothing else anymore. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, still in a haze of delirium, her chest rising and falling heavily and her cheeks flushed.
He could get used to this. The simple sight of this heavenly creature beneath him.
"Your eyes…" She whispered, bringing her small slender hands up to his face to brush against his cheek bones as she admired the crimson.
Tomoe stopped for a second, fear of rejection washing over him. He had no longer any control over his Youkai self and he didn't understand why it took over at this particular moment. He had no intentions of hurting her and after drawing out such passion from her, he believed that his thirst for her was sated for the moment. He couldn't have possibly asked for anymore. The touch of her skin against his own was in itself the greatest gift he could ever receive.
As he began to pull away, wanting to stop there and then, he felt her hands slither from his face up to his hair, running her thin fingers through his silver softness and then moving further to stroke his ears.
If her eyes had not spoken enough, her touches were encouragement enough for him to continue. So he kissed her lips in the most chaste manner before rising up, ridding himself of his hakama (pants) and leaning back down again.
The blush that painted her cheeks made it apparent that she was avoiding a gaze over his entire body. That was okay with him. They could take it step by step. There was no hurry. He would take his time in memorizing all of her body and in the process, so would she.
His silver tail swept from right to left behind them and Nanami, for a split second, began to follow it with her eyes. Conscious, Tomoe spoke, "Should I hide it if it makes you uncomfortable?"
Nanami shook her head and smiled, "I want to have all of you," running her hands over his jawline.
Giving into his savage desires, Tomoe moved down to boost Nanami's hips up just enough to slip off her underwear before rising over her again, his hardness against her thighs.
Nanami considered herself quite shameless, how she invited every part of his being onto herself. But those were matters of unimportance as he positioned himself over her, his lips against her neck.
She took in a sharp breath as he held himself above her by one elbow, his other hand entwining fingers with hers, as he moved in slow.
He stopped as he saw the pain trickle down her eyes. "Should I stop?" He asked in a soft, loving tone.
"N-No…" Nanami forced out, knowing this was inevitable.
His movements were accommodating and deliberate, set to her pace. When she felt more accustomed to the foreign feeling, she began to move against him. Taking it as a sign, Tomoe began to fasten his pace, his thrusts more forceful and needing now.
She clutched onto the sheets from her free hand and bit her lips, eyes tightly shut as he drew her closer and closer to breaking point.
She trembled and shook under him as she came, him following suit when he felt her walls tighten around him in ministrations of her frenzy.
The stillness of the air around them was comforting as he fell to her side, gathering her into his arms and pulling up the sheets over them. Kissing her eyes and then lips, he spoke of his love for her in every way that he could think of at that moment, his body completely subservient to her now.
She smiled and listened, not responding once. She knew she had no words to match his eloquence. She just played with his long silver hair as she kissed her time and again on her neck before she fell to slumber.
She didn't know but he stayed up through the night, admiring her form lit up by the moon and taking in every inch of her as if it was their last night together. Although just the beginning, he kissed her forehead and smiled knowing he'd make sure her every night now would be as if their last.
She woke up to find herself in her own bed, buried under her warm covers. She could think it was all just a dream but she was reminded of the reality of it all when she found herself completely naked with several cherry spots on her neck and chest.
She undressed carelessly, her mind wandering to various things. She would blush and look down, cover her face from the embarrassment of her brazen behavior, then smile again at the love she received from him.
Mizuki was loud as always during breakfast but Tomoe was exceptionally quiet and for a second, it worried Nanami. His hair were short again, and he was back in his graceful robes. If she hadn't been so worried about his behavior, she would've blushed at the thought of how attracted she was to him.
She cleared her dishes and was walking back from the kitchen when he crossed her in the hallway, her shoulder touching his. Both slowed in pace and Tomoe leaned in to her, whispering, "Now you've got me wound up. You better be prepared Nanami."
Tomoe seemed to walk away just fine but Nanami felt her knees weaken and she fell to the side, slipping against the wall and shivering, images of his strong muscles against her body making her quiver.
She could get used to this life. And in Tomoe's head, she had no other options anymore.
Hehe done. To be honest I always imagined Tomoe to be a very serious lover - as silly as he may act in all other instances. This is just how I imagine him. But yes, this marks the end of this particularly plotless story.
Review please. Thank you for staying with me through it!