Celestial Being Chronicles - Chapter 65
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam series, nor any of the various series which are used or referenced in my fic, so please point that damned lawsuit cannon at someone else, also, don't read this if you are not of legal age to read such material. The story contains possibly disturbing content and should not be read by close-minded people (i.e., people who are easily offended.) Everything in the story is fictional. I am also not responsible for any actions taken by people who read this story and society's problems. I do, however, own my original character; Hope Yamato.
Warning: This chapter contains an extreme lemon, and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.
"Kira Yamato, you're going to pay dearly for making us suffer like that during the past six months." Yumi growled as she grabbed Kira by the arm and all but dragged him into the elevator. "We each have at least six months of sexual frustration built up; a combined total of just over two and a half years without any sex."
"The doctors already explained why I couldn't even touch you!" Kira yelled. "It wasn't any easier for me than it was for you!"
Instead of replying, Yumi kissed Kira. It was a deep and probing kiss, all wet open mouths and slippery tongue, and while she was kissing him she untucked his uniform shirt and her hands roamed up his back. After a moment, the elevator door opened and Yumi grabbed Kira's hand, all but dragging him into the Inner Sanctum.
"Hey, now." He said weakly, as she led him to the second elevator, which connected the first level of the Inner Sanctum to the other four. "We don't have to...you know...hurry."
"We don't have to wait, either." She said, pushing the button for the fourth floor, which contained the salon, delivery rooms, and botanical gardens. Quick as a magician, she undid the front of his uniform pants and pushed them partway down his hips.
"Yumi, wait." He said, even as most of his brain screamed at him to shut the hell up and go for it, enjoy it, don't say the wrong thing and screw it all up!
She paused and pouted inquisitively, even as the elevator stopped on the fourth floor and the doors silently slid open. "What?"
"Um...let me get my shoes off first." He said, as Yumi led him through the salon and into the botanical gardens.
"All right." Yumi smiled as she lowered herself onto a futon, situated underneath a pair of large palm trees, and coiled her legs beneath her, propped on her elbows. "Undress for me, then, Kira."
The sight of her like that, surrounded by her tropical jungle and waiting for him, made Kira reel. He quickly fumbled out of his uniform, and stood there in his boxers as a sudden, and inexplicable flush of embarrassment took hold. But her gaze skimmed over his chest and legs without any hint of disappointment. On the contrary, she regarded him with a simmering hunger that left him weak in the knees. He quit worrying about whether he looked silly with his erection poking out the front of his boxers, quit worrying about everything.
Yumi curled up and leaned forward with an amazing flexibility and hooked her fingers into the elastic of his waistband. She tugged him toward her. His knees hit the edge of the futon and he pinwheeled his arms, but she did not relent, and the next thing he knew he was falling, twisting onto his side, landing heavily beside her on the cushions.
She laughed and rolled atop him. In contrast to the swelter of the room, her skin felt cool and dry. They kissed again. This time, when Kira reached for her, she did not dance teasingly away but writhed and murmured at his ever more confident caresses.
The feel of her was all sinuous and sensual, rubbing along his body as her tongue traced a path of quick, darting little kisses from ear to jaw to neck to collarbone, and so on down over his chest. She whisked the boxers off before he could either help or object, and with a single supple motion, her fingers curled readily around his cock.
Kira flung his head back and groaned. The nails of her other hand tickled through his pubic hair to toy with his balls. He felt the puff of her breath, and raised his head in time to see her talented tongue flick out.
Her eyes were closed, and he saw her face contort with pleasure as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, linger at the tip, probe at the slit there to coax urgent droplets of pre-cum from him. He was tense as a wire from head to toe, capable only of low, strangled sounds.
Abandoning her delightful licking torture, she suddenly took his entire length into her mouth. He bucked on the futon, scattering pillows in all directions as his legs gave an involuntary kick. His hands sank into the mattress as if he feared he might just fly up and hit the ceiling from the sheer ecstasy of it.
Yumi gave him no time to get used to the sensation of being engulfed, but commenced bobbing her head up and down, sucking and slurping and taking him deep, so deeply that it was as if her throat opened to receive him and then closed in a wonderful constriction.
He tried to beg her to slow down, to tell her that he was too close, and that couldn't hold back. If she understood his gasping words, she didn't care, and only redoubled her efforts. She cupped and cradled his balls as they gathered tight in impending release.
At the last moment, Kira was able to muffle his outcry by biting a pillow. His orgasm surged forth, a dam breaking and all of him pouring out in a single torrent. Yumi's throat worked quckly, milking him of every drop.
Dazed and quivering, Kira sprawled on the futon in the spreadeagled form of an X. His chest rose and fell in heaves as he panted for breath.
Yumi stretched out beside Kira, up on one elbow, even as her silky, ankle-length brunette tresses fell around the two lovers like a curtain. Kira's amethyst eyes blinked blearily up at Yumi. She was smiling a beautiful, contented smile. He could feel her soft, bare breasts gently pressing against his upper arm. The amethyst-eyed man wasn't sure when his lover had shimmied out of her uniform, he'd missed the show, or maybe in her wriggling around, she'd fallen out of the uniform and it was bunched around her waist.
Yumi smirked as she reached underneath Kira, producing two pairs of thick silk scarves, and before the amethyst-eyed man could do or say anything, he found that his wrists and ankles had been securely restrained to the futon, effectively rendering him immobile.
"Don't go anywhere, Kira." Yumi teased, smiling as she turned and headed towards the door. "I'll be right back."
Yumi was still smiling when she returned a moment later, now carrying a hairbrush in her right hand. Kira could only watch as his lover stopped a few feet in front of him. She was now standing directly underneath a showerhead concealed within the ceiling.
After savoring the vision of Kira's naked body of moment, Yumi turned around so that she was now facing away from her lover, granting him a full view of her hair, which now extended for nearly twenty-five feet. As soon as Yumi had turned her back to Kira, warm water began to spray from the shower overhead, causing her to sigh in contentment as the warm liquid began to fall down onto her silken tresses.
Kira could only watch, completely transfixed, as his beautiful lover began to teasingly brush her hair. After only a few short minutes, Yumi stopped running the brush through her silken tresses, turned her head and winked at her amethyst-eyed lover before then tossing her wet hair with the brush. Kira groaned in frustration as his lover's soft, water-soaked tresses landed on his body, covering him up to his neck.
"Damnit, Yumi, quit toying with me." Kira groaned as she tentatively walked around him until she was standing over his head, one leg on each side of his head. Kira couldn't help but blush at the sight before him.
Yumi; the physical personification of his many lover's combined minds and bodies, was standing over him, completely naked, with her dripping nether lips in full view. Kira couldn't tell if the dripping was coming from Yumi herself, or if it was just run off from the watering heads for the plants. Needless to say, the young man was highly aroused at the sight before him.
"Yumi, come on babe, at least untie my arms." Kira smiled. "I'll fuck you right."
Yumi just smiled as she squatted on his face while freeing his erect pole from the confines of her hair. "Shut up and start licking, buster." She ordered, before then taking his entire length into her mouth.
Kira grunted at the renewed feeling in his groin. 'Two can play at this game.' He thought as he snaked his tongue into the confines of Yumi's heated slit.
Due to the effects of the drug, Yumi bent backwards, nearly in half, at the feeling of Kira's ministrations. "Aaaah! Kira!" She screamed, even as she began to grind her hips into Kira's face while pumping his shaft. "Yes, don't stop!"
Kira quickly changed tactics and began to suck on Yumi's sensitive clit. Yumi shrieked in delight as her first orgasm hit her like a Mack truck. Finally, she slumped down on top of Kira as she slowly came down from her orgasm. By this time, Kira had noticed that the knots around his arms had become loose, and he was able to silently slip his arms free of the silk restraints.
Yumi, having recovered from her orally induced orgasm, began to move herself down to take things to the next level. Kira decided that now was the time to spring his little surprise, as he stealthily sat up and wrapped his hands around Yumi's waist
"Ah, your hands feel so good, Kira." Yumi sighed as she began to relax. 'Wait, his hands!' She thought after realizing what she had said, and turned to see Kira with a devilish smirk on his face.
"My turn now, baby." Kira said, as he lifted his lover's body up and moved to her wet slit.
"Kira, wait! I'm-AH!" Yumi began, only to let out a loud moan as Kira brought her down on his shaft.
Yumi threw her head back, resting it on Kira's shoulder as he began to thrust upwards into her. "Y-you...jerk-mmm! I...was...ah...wasn't ready." She said between pants and moans.
"That's the whole idea." Kira whispered into her ear as he began to gently gnaw at her earlobe. "You've been very naughty, Yumi." The amethyst-eyed man said as he sped up his motions, while his lover's moans increased in both volume and frequency. Just as Kira sensed that Yumi was about to reach her climax, he stopped moving and, at an agonizingly slow pace, pulled out of her. "And naughty girls like you should be punished." He finished as he moved out from under her untying his feet as he did so.
"Kira..." Yumi whined. "Don't leave me like this, please. I'll go crazy." She begged as her handsome husband stood over her.
"I kind of like seeing you like this." Kira smirked.
"Kira, please...we're all begging you." Yumi pleaded. She could feel the ache in between her legs as her delicate flesh screamed for release. Kira simply smirked as he began to turn his back to her.
Thinking that Kira was going to leave her frustrated as she was, Yumi lashed out at him with her hair, intending to tie her lover down with her soft tresses and ride him until her legs fell off. But, as her silken strands got within two feet of Kira, they suddenly stopped and fell limply to the floor.
"What the?" Yumi started.
"I disabled your ability to control your hair as though it were a limb." Kira explained, even as he turned to face Yumi and began to gather up the long, silken strands. "However, you can still make your hair longer, if you want to." He added, his eyes sparkling with desire, as he pushed Yumi against the trunk of the tree which they were beneath.
"What are you going to do?" Yumi asked, hiding the slight fear, but not the lust in her voice.
"This." Kira answered, and before Yumi knew what had happened, her lover had wrapped her hair around the trunk of the tree, before then weaving the luxurious strands around her wrists, which were now crossed above her head. Kira had just utilized Yum's own hair to restrain her.
Once Kira had finished tying Yumi's hair to the tree, he quickly spread her legs and planted his head in her womanhood. Yumi writhed as Kira continued his oral attack, moaning at every skillful touch of his tongue.
It was a well know fact that the once someone had been injected with the drug, which was known as 'Pink Passion' by some and 'Spiffy' by others, the entire body would be stuck in a constant state of intense arousal, but what many people didn't know was that this effect was magnified immensely in the genitals and nipples.
"Ah...Kira...K-Kira." Yumi moaned as Kira continued to lick her, pushing his tongue past her outer folds and going as deep as he could. This was enough to push Yumi over the edge as her orgasm hit hard, causing her sweet nectar to cover her lover's face. Kira smirked as he moved up from between Yumi's legs and looked into her beautiful eyes, which were now half-lidded and shimmering with lust. "You know...because of this tree...my hair is going to get...all dirty." Yumi panted.
"Don't worry. We'll wash it later, but first..." Kira smirked as he repositioned himself at Yumi's entrance. "We have so much catching up to do." And with that Kira bucked his hips forward moving inside Yumi in one fluid motion. Kira proceeded to pound Yumi senseless for the next several hours, bent on relieving both of their pent up sexual frustrations.
After almost ten straight hours of sexual bliss, the two lovers were completely spent. Kira reached up to free Yumi's wrists from her tied hair, but he found it difficult due to the fact that he had accidentally tied Yumi to a tree that would cover itself in sap as a form of self-defense.
'Uh oh.' Kira thought as Yumi turned her head to see what her husband was looking at.
"Kira, look what you did!" Yumi exclaimed. "Now my beautiful hair is all sticky with sap and I doubt we have anything in the Salon that will get it out." She said, as she tried to seperate some of the clumped up strands.
"Don't worry, Yumi." Kira smiled as he stood up, pulling Yumi to her feet with him, and finally leading her towards the salon. "I'm sure we can come up with something. If need be, we can spend the whole day in the showers." He managed to steal a quick kiss before heading out of the Botanical Gardens and over to the Salon. Thankfully, the main salon was located on the same deck as the gardens.
Kira and Yumi then spent the next three and a half hours trying to clean the sap from Yumi's hair, with very little success. Just when Kira was about to consider much more drastic measures, Yumi remembered something.
"Kira, I think that I, or rather Mayu, has thought of something that might help." Yumi said as she stood up from the stool which she had been siting on in the shower. One of her lesser used abilities was the ability to gain access to the minds of all the girls that she was comprised of.
Yumi smiled as she motioned for Kira to follow her into the salon, grinning seductively as the door slid shut behind them. She giggled to herself as she led her lover over to the opposite side of the salon, before then sitting down in a lone chair and reclining.
Kira silently watched as Yumi tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, before then laying her head in what appeared to be nothing more than a large wash basin, located directly behind the salon chair. Before Kira could say anything, a thick, transparent lid snapped shut over Yumi's forehead, trapping her brunette tresses within the basin. Kira could only continue to watch in surprise as multiple holographic readouts suddenly appeared in front of Yumi, even as the washer started counting down.
"As you have probably been able to guess by now, Kira, this is much, much more than a simple wash basin." Yumi seductively purred, as a cascade of warm, soapy water fell over her hair.
As the wash cycle started, Yumi let a relaxed sigh escape her lips. From the outside, all that could be seen within the spinning, churning washer was a whirlwind of soap suds and brown hair. Within twenty minutes, the powerful churning movement had cleansed Yumi's tresses of the thick layer of sap which had coated them. When Yumi's hair had finally been thoroughly washed, the spin cycle began, and nothing could be seen in the washer, except for a circular wall of brunette hair.
One of the washer's more advanced features was that it gathered weather data from the area around the Excalibur to determine whether it should use a dryer cycle or a clothesline in the open air for natural drying. And since the ship was currently in Earth's atmosphere, near the equator, it was too beautiful a day to let Yumi's silken tresses dry indoors. Using powerful clothespins, spaced every five feet, robotic arms hung Yumi's soggy hair, which still measured twenty-five feet in length, out on a line, and pulleys wheeled her soft tresses out onto the sun deck.