Less Was More
Dear readers,
Thank you for stopping by and reading this story. I would like to hereby thank every single one of you for all of your comments, reviews, follows and kudos for Libidinous. I am so touched by all your kind words and cannot express enough how happy they make me feel :)
As for the plot, I am proud to announce that we have officially closed the first arc of this fic. There is no need to delve into details, but, as some of you have already pointed out, Ichigo's conscious consent clearly denotes a new shift in the story. Is the shift going to be for better or for worse? What will happen next? Read and find out!
Also, even though sex will remain a relatively important theme in this fic, since it constitutes an integral mechanism that basically drives the whole main plotline, this story is NOT gonna be purely a collection of smut/lemons. Think of it rather as some sort of a medium whereby the rest of the narrative unravels and more intriguing questions and uncertainties are arising to the surface.
The music I used for this segment is Robbie Williams' 'Radio.'
Lulyy Elizabeth Vaca - Thank you for your comment! Things are definitely getting more steamy now, aren't they? I am happy to hear that you enjoyed the last update and I can only hope that you will like the future ones as well!
DrDark7 - Thank you for your comment! I totally agree that Ichigo no longer depicts the mere 'good girl' persona. With more of the plot unraveling, this story shall show that there are no bad or good characters in this fic. Nothing is simply black or white, as everyone is simply following their own goals and agendas.
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Katface - Thank you for your comment! I am so glad to hear that you enjoyed the last chapter so much. Giving in to her needs definitely changed a lot of things in Ichigo's life. The question remains if that change is going to be for better or for worse.
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Ichigo was angry; not only that, inwardly, she was fuming.
No matter how many days had passed, the haunting memories, which had kept persistently pursuing her, had never seemed to relent for longer than a few hours, causing the Mew Mew to inadvertently think that it all had happened only upon yesterday, however much the reality around her begged to differ.
She couldn't believe that she had done it. Again.
Yes. For the second time in her life, her, Ichigo Momomiya, had voluntarily engaged herself in a sexual rapport with her arch nemesis – Kisshu - and, regardless how awesome it had felt during the heated moment of passion, the instant her senses had come back to her, Ichigo felt completely miserable. Like a miserable, stupid freaking TRAITOR, to be more exact.
And the notion that she had thoroughly enjoyed it proved all the more difficult to stomach.
'Is that what you are doing right now, Ichigo? Giving your enemy your pussy on a regular basis from now on?' Ichigo could practically hear Ryou's scorning voice already in her head and, in all actuality, she was not far from scolding herself with the same snide tone.
If she had considered that there would be no second thoughts pertaining to her whimsical decision, she was dead wrong, that's for sure. And, although physically Ichigo might have been beaming with life and positive energy, as far as her mental health was concerned, the Mew Mew was suffering more than ever.
It was ludicrous, really. How he had gotten her on her knees yet again, with the utmost, otherworldly pleasure, making her surrender to him completely and within a matter of a few tantalizing minutes. How she enabled him to do to her whatever his mind desired, not finishing, never finishing, at least not until he was fully done with her and she was left writhing in the aftermath of ecstasy.
To Ichigo's own surprise, the Cyniclon had seemed to be content with just giving her pleasure through his skilled hands, while getting nothing back in return. But that did not necessarily change much about the overall mental picture the Mew Mew had already flowing in her mind.
'Terrible,' Ichigo shuddered, gripping her head in her hands, fully aware that she had to do something about her unhealthy desire soon lest this should ever repeat itself.
And, luckily for her, Ichigo finally had a perfect remedy for that.
After some more careful consideration on her part, the Mew Mew had reached the conclusion that the best solution to all her problems was, apparently, to fight the great sex with another great sex. The desire that had been pulsing through her relentlessly needed to be quenched, there was no dispute about that. And, whether it was done by a human or alien hand was largely inconsequential, as long as she got her release at the end of it. Besides, she had a boyfriend, after all; not that thrilling, nor wild, but a boyfriend whom she could try and put to good use, nonetheless; a boyfriend who might have never gotten her off before, but who might as well start with doing that right now; a boyfriend whom she was about to meet tomorrow during their study session and into whom she had put high hopes of screwing her brains out. They would discuss things. She would tell him. Exactly what she wanted. Whatever it was that she liked. And, then, they would have some superb, unrestrained sex during which he would fuck her senseless. Far better sex than ever; sex that would totally beat her experience with Kisshu to a pulp and that would make her never think about the stupid alien ever again. Masaya had to succeed in that; there was no way around it now. And not just tomorrow. If Kisshu, for some odd reason, continued to play these annoying mind games with her, Ichigo had to be ready and able to resist him at any time. The future of the whole planet depended on it, for God's sake! Plus, she presently learned some new tricks about herself, so Masaya should get ready for a fucking marathon, pronto, since keeping his girlfriend satisfied was soon to assume the top priority in his life, leaving him with nothing short of saving the rest of the world in his hands, so to say.
Ichigo felt the corners of her lips curl upwards at the blatant irony.
Masaya, her handsome boyfriend, who had always prided himself to be an ardent environmentalist as far as she could remember, wishing nothing less but to protect his home from whatever danger that might threaten it, had been finally given a chance to fulfill his life-long dream. Ichigo hardly thought that he had ever factor the presence of aliens in his arduous mission, but, despite all that, he had been now granted with a perfect opportunity to prove himself and do just that, taking the whole let's save our planet to another level.
The only hardship Ichigo derived from this concept stemmed from the fact that having sex in order to save humanity was not exactly a real turn-on for her. Slightly grimacing, she could already envision the awkward conversation.
Masaya, pull down your pants, the aliens are coming!
Right, roger that! Let's save the world together!
'Cringeyyyy as fuck,' the Mew Mew visibly shuddered at the intolerable notion.
Notwithstanding, it wasn't until another terrifying idea suddenly hit her, that her smile faltered altogether.
What if Masaya wouldn't be able to do it!? Or what if he would chicken out, after she had told him about her Mew Mew identity and laid it all out for him? Not just that she and her friends from the Café were fighting creepy extraterrestrials but also that one of them would not leave her alone and that he had a way how to 'enchant' her temporarily with his weird alien hocus-pocus, thus irrevocably endangering the whole world? Would Masaya get jealous over such a little detail? Or would he let it go, setting his eyes on the mission at hand instead? Or could there be anything else that would likely cause him to feel uncertain about her proposition? And what if he had any problems with the ethical aspect of the plan? Or what if the biological make-up of humans did not enable him to have sex so often? Was even asking for sex everyday too much of your boyfriend? Now, they did it like twice per week, three times, if they got fortunate enough, and that was it. What if Masaya would not be willing to fuck her more often than that? What would she do, then? Masturbate? But then she would think about that idiotic Cyniclon again, for sure! No, if this problem truly occurred, she should then try and ask simply someone else, or find some temporary replacement.
Would Ryou do it with her, if the entire life on the planet of Earth depended on it?
'Oh my god!' her face twisted with a positively uncomfortable emotion at that thought.
Ok, that idea might have been a bit overboard. Yet, Ichigo knew that she should still not put it past Kisshu that there was not some ulterior motive behind this that might put Earth at risk.
'Maybe he just enjoys it, just as much as you enjoy it?' a small voice in her head sniggered wickedly.
'Right,' Ichigo scoffed, openly rejecting that notion offhand and scrubbing the tile floor around her with even more fervor.
The belief that Kisshu would really find pleasure in giving her pleasure while he was not receiving any back, or just the bare minimum amount of it, sounded a little too unreal to be true. And, that was the weird part. She would never bring it up, of course, but already last time when they were together, she was thinking exactly along those lines. Knowing him, she truly wondered if, at some point, he would ask her for some action on him as well, or simply flip out his dick and rape her.
'Right, because he was soo raping you last time.'
Well, he did! I didn't want to do anything with him!
'And that is why you spread your legs for him?'
Ignoring the jab,Ichigo shook her head violently, not wanting to argue with her inner self anymore. It was infuriating. Perhaps it was high time to tell the others about what had been happening. That way, she could get a better perspective of what to do next, or, at least, receive an unbiased insight from an uninvolved party, whose current thoughts were not as scattered and jumbled all over the place as her own.
This solution, however, turned slightly problematic the moment Ichigo realized all the unwanted questions that would inadvertently arise upon uncovering the whole truth. Based on his latest mood swings, Ichigo was more than certain now that Ryou would really see the coercion into sex with Kisshu as some sort of key strategy and even ask her to continue with it and get information out of the alien that way. And if that was the case, it would not change anything for Ichigo, quite the opposite; it would make the matters even worse for her. Yes, in spite of her doubts and mounting paranoia, she should stick with her previous plan to grin and bear for the time being. More words meant more issues; issues lchigo could honestly do very well without, and the last thing she wanted was to get even more entangled into this fine mess she had gotten herself into.
The less anyone knew about what had been happening, the better, the Mew Mew concluded. In this particular setting, less was more.
"Slacking around again, Ichigo? I am not paying you to day-dream," Ryou's stern voice came suddenly from her right, startling her momentarily.
"I was not!" she squeaked, whirling quickly around in panic and meeting the blonde's blue, icy cold stare.
"Is that so? Why are you so red then?" her boss deadpanned, making Ichigo's hand instantly shoot up to feel her face.
The skin underneath her wet fingertips, indeed, burned hot, as the auburn-haired girl found herself in a plenty of shock, unable to do anything, much less to speak.
Was she really that flushed? Had all the thinking about Kisshu tinted her cheeks so easily? Or was it something else?
Not willing to waste any more time with this fruitless conversation, Ryou turned around with the intention to leave, but not before barking another order Ichigo's way.
"Get a grip and mope the kitchen too. I want this place spotless."
Hearing this, a part of the Mew Mew wanted to throw the broom at her boss and break it in two, while the other half was somewhat thankful that Ryou's harsh words brought her back from her reverie; his, as well as Mint's.
"He's right. You're as red as a tomato," the blue lorikeet Mew snickered from her seat nearby, taking another casual sip of her tea and riling Ichigo up somewhere in the process, "Not exactly a flattering shade on your skin, I might add."
"Tomatoes are yummy, na no da," Pudding sing-songed cheerfully, as she wiped the last table in her section before flashing everyone with a bright smile.
Noting the animosity, Lettuce let out a soft laugh, pushing her glasses up the ridge of her nose in mild embarrassment.
"I-I don't think that is what Mint meant, Pudding," the green-haired girl tried meekly.
"Yea, Pudding. Mint is just being a bitch right now," Ichigo shot her companion a dirty look as she pressed the broom against the floor harder, "Why don't you help us out here for a change? Or you too god for all that?"
"I would never dream of it," Mint scoffed, totally nonplussed, before her lips spread into a wide grin, "And, as for the mismatch, ask Zakuro, if you don't believe me. She would agree with me, if she was here."
In a reaction to this, Ichigo's anger was soon replaced with mild curiosity.
"Oh, she's away on a shoot again, right? When is she coming back?" Lettuce asked suddenly, equally interested.
"I think tomorrow morning. I honestly can't wait to see her new Vogue cover. She is so talented," Mint swooned in awe of her diva, forgetting the previous argument with the red-head entirely.
"That she is," Ichigo nodded readily, inwardly grateful at the change of the topic.
"We should throw her a party for being so cool," Pudding exclaimed, completely elated by the idea.
"How about a little cake? We could ask Keiichiro to help us with that?" Lettuce suggested.
"That actually is a great idea," Ichigo smirked, exchanging a sideways glance with Mint who dipped her head in agreement.
"Alright, I'll talk to Ryou about it tomorrow. Maybe he will find it in himself to be a compassionate human for one day," Ichigo announced with her fist pumped up high in the air.
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch. I don't think you'll change his mind even if you propose to sleep with him," Mint sniggered and swiftly avoided Ichigo's hand just in time not to get knocked out of her chair.
"You're so done," Ichigo laughed as she tackled the blue lorikeet Mew on the floor and tickled the living hell out of her.
But, unbeknownst to her, Mint quickly retaliated, and before Ichigo knew it, she found her hands immediately pinned and herself in tears at Mint's brutal antics.
"What were you saying? You want more?" the blue lorikeet Mew continued to torture her friend without a hint of mercy.
"Ok-ok, I g-give up. I-I give up," Ichigo wheezed, shaking uncontrollably under the endless amount of tickle.
When Mint finally rolled off of her, both of the girls remained lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling breathlessly before they both burst out into another spontaneous fit of jolly laughter that the others soon joined.
Glancing around her, Ichigo's mind seemed overwhelmed at the many smiling faces she had caught. It was fun being around her friends, she thought. Even if she could not share everything with them, it had made her spirits high. High and distracted, to be more precise. For a moment, the Mew Mew once again remembered how great it felt to be careless and consumed with nothing but the special kind of light-headed happiness that had temporarily eliminated any pressing matters or grim realities around her. There was no Masaya, nor Kisshu, or anything similarly demure that could threaten this short, ingenious moment of inexplicable joy of her life. And that was good.
The less time Ichigo spent thinking about her predicament, the better.
In this particular scenario, less was more, after all.
Ichigo took a deep intake of the evening air.
The vast sky that was stretching all above her seemed currently in the transition between sunset and darkness, as the Mew Mew set off on her way to her house, the chirping birds and the grating squall of cicadas accompanying her slow steps against the soft gravel.
Everything felt great; everything was splendid.
Even if her body felt a bit sore after another long shift at the Café, Ichigo did not mind it at all, quite on the contrary. She welcomed the physical exhaustion quite openly, as it provided her body with the much needed endorphins that helped her mind eventually relax. Once home, she was ready to take a quick bath and go straight to bed, knowing fully well that her parents won't be back until midnight, since her mother had made it very clear to Ichigo that today her and her father were to finally go on their date this week.
It was a silly tradition, really, yet, to Ichigo, it seemed sweet and somewhat touching. To go out once every three weeks to reminisce and recall the old memories and pretend that no time had passed between them sounded as something that only someone as romantic as Ichigo could fully appreciate and support. To her mind, dating had no restrictions as far as age was concerned and she was happy to see that her parents, in spite of their many differences, managed to love each other as ardently as they had before and even went out and enjoyed themselves once in a while.
'A date, heh?' Ichigo mused to herself, 'When was the last time I went on a date, mmm?'
Could her latest encounter with Kisshu be considered a date?
'Stop! Enough of that already!'
Right!
But when the auburn-haired girl dismissed the preposterous idea and started thinking about the prospect of taking a hot, bubbly bath instead, Ichigo could not block the assaulting images of loud moans, hot kissing and maddening sensations quick enough, no matter how much she did not want to allow her mind to drift in that direction. And, at some point, she just stopped trying and let her thoughts of longing flow again freely at long last.
No.
Regardless of how many times she had looked at it, the experience that had taken place in her bathroom was not a date. Definitely not. And even if it was a 'date,' it was a one-time thing only. Her morbid curiosity was satisfied now. She could come, after all, a unique self-discovery she had experienced first-hand thanks to the alien for two times already. Meaning she was not the problem, as she had always secretly dreaded. No. The problem was her boyfriend, and she merely had to find a way how to correct that. And, in the worst case scenario, find a temporary replacement for him. Even though that was something Ichigo was not really quite sure that she actually wanted to do, especially since she still harbored strong feelings for him, in spite of all the incredible humiliation and self-doubts Masaya had inflicted in her upon recently.
'Maybe we could watch some videos together to practice and learn?' she mentally pondered, tapping a finger on her lip as she continued on her walk home through the park.
There were so many opportunities for improvement now that she had finally established that the problem was not tied to her personal inadequacies. It would require patience, a lot of patience. But, perhaps, it was not entirely impossible the longer Ichigo had thought about it. All she had to do was to be understanding and very considerate about how she would broach the topic with her boyfriend, so that she could get out of Masaya what she wanted but refrained from breaking his spirit somewhere along the way.
Turning her head a little to the right, Ichigo vaguely noticed that she was just passing the river bank, with the little ducks still gliding over the glittering surface. It was a calming sight, familiar and reassuring. That was at least until, all of a sudden, a long, pale hand unexpectedly pulled her from the main path and pushed her further into the dense shadows of the nearby branching trees.
Too shocked, Ichigo let out a strangled shriek and tripped over the big tree roots falling on the ground with a loud thud in the next instant.
"Ouch, that hurt," she massaged her sore bottom, but immediately stopped upon the strange feeling of dread that slowly rose inside her, as if sensing danger.
"I thought kitties always landed on their feet?"
His playful voice was a dead give-away, making her follow the source of the sound with her frantic eyes before his fine contours fully materialized right in front of her amidst the shadowed trees, scorching her through the darkness with his bright golden gaze.
Shit!
Not missing a beat, Ichigo sprang back onto her feet and fished her pendant out from her pocket. She was about ready to shout her transformation chant but his fingers stopped her wrist directly at her lips, before she could kiss the golden object.
"Relax, kitten. I am not here to fight you," he grinned devilishly and with the way his orbs slid down her front for a second, she could feel her cheeks instantly burning up.
"And what exactly should make me believe that?" Ichigo spat, her fingers still grasping at her pendant tightly.
He released her wrist and vanished only to reappear right behind her to restrain her arms with one of his hands, while the other snaked around her waist possessively.
"You should know by now, that my hands can do far more than to hurt and deal blows," he cooed, alerting Ichigo of his intentions instantly.
"Get the hell away from me, you creep! I don't know what you're thinking but whatever happened between us at my house was a one-time thing! And I wish I could take it all back!"
Hearing this, he turned her swiftly around in his arms so that her breasts were now brushing against his chest and she could feel his hot breath once again on her cheeks.
"Is that so, Ichigo?" asked the alien heatedly, a small smirk lacing his lips.
"Yes, you disgust me! Now beat it or I'll make you!" she looked at him with utter repulsion, yet there was another flame starting to burn deep in her gaze and she only hoped that he could not see it.
"Are you sure that you are not starving for more affection? I could provide it to you," he traced the soft flesh of her naked arm with his fingertips, causing Ichigo to unconsciously shiver at his touch, as her hazelnut eyes came gradually alive with both hatred and fear at his words.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Damn him!
"Like hell. And keep your hands away from me," she ripped herself from his grasp, glaring daggers at the Cyniclon in front of her.
If she thought that death threats would work on him, she was sorely mistaken in her assumption, though. And, taking in her surroundings, Ichigo was not quite certain if it was a good idea to remain untransformed with him so close to her, when all he could want was just to slit her throat. There was no way she should let her guard down around him just because he had made her feel good about herself once. Was he here to even the score? Did he want something in return? Or was this just some premeditated part of his evil masterplan of how to gain her trust and then destroy Tokyo Mew Mew once and for all?
When her ears registered his amused chuckle, and she saw him take a step forward, she instinctively took a step backwards until her back hit a tree.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She could feel his piercing gaze on her, making her sweat profoundly. She just wished that Kisshu could not call out her bluff, since she really did not want to do anything else with him. Even more so, when the last time they were together felt so good that it still honestly scared her.
"You're really a terrible liar, I-chi-go," he mocked as he came closer, locking her effectively between his warm body and the cold bark of the tree trunk, "There is nothing wrong with asking for more, especially if you liked it. I told you, I would do it for you willingly," he grinned slyly and something about that reply had made Ichigo audibly gulp.
He was speaking in that tone of voice again, all warm honey and lies; that stupid tone which had made her muscles slightly shiver and jump in response far too many times before. The longer she had stared back at him, the more conscious she was of his intimidating demeanor and its effect on her nervous system. She noticed how his sharp fangs protruded from between his lips, matching the hunger that was clearly reflected in his gleaming eyes, as opposed to his otherwise completely still visage that betrayed absolutely nothing. There was something fascinating about that particular contrast; a calculated, calm façade heavily clashing with the violent inner storm that looked just like it was about to break loose. Ichigo found herself simultaneously thoroughly enticed and repulsed by such a sight. No one had ever looked at her that way; as if he had wanted nothing else but her, completely, fully, in that very moment, and it felt both somewhat perverted, as well as strangely flattering to Ichigo.
Not that she would ever let him know that, of course.
But as soon as she got over her mock disgust and initial shock, his words got her thinking, making her ruminate over his previous offer more deliberately. And, despite herself, she started to ponder the implications of what accepting his proposition would mean more carefully.
'Are you sure that you are not starving for more affection? I could provide it to you.'
'I would do it for you willingly.'
Well, that all seemed dandy and all but what was the catch? In truth, it sounded almost too good and that was the problem. Not a single neuron in Ichigo's body did believe that he would do something nice, not to mention altruistic, for her simply because she had asked for it; and without getting anything out of her for that matter. Kisshu was not that kind of a person; for him it was all a game of give and take. A notion which had made Ichigo instantly consider the fact that if she was to give him her body again, what he would ask to take from her next. Still, when she felt his breath tickle her neck, as he moved even closer to her, pushing her back further into the bark of the large tree behind her, his body tightly packed against hers, she could not help it but involuntarily moaned.
She was furious. At him and how good his proximity felt to her; but far more at herself, and the fact that she was falling for that cheap trick yet again.
Unbelievable.
Nonetheless, along with that anger that was still loudly resonating within her, there was also the desire that she could not deny and that slowly started to bubble to the surface. That hot, heated and undying desire that was dangerously swirling from within her, making Kisshu's smirk broaden, the longer his eyes observed her.
Quite suddenly, he let his hand slide down over her warm thigh, enjoying the heat that emitted off of her skin, before his fingertips brushed the edge of her skirt.
"Ichigo, do you want me to make you feel good again, mmhm?" he said, puffing hot air into her ear and causing the Mew Mew to grab at the bark of the tree behind her harder.
It was so unfair, he was using her own words against her; however, that should hardly come as a surprise. Since when had Kisshu ever played fair?
"Pray tell," he purred and Ichigo only vaguely sensed how her head craned back, exposing the long column of her throat to him automatically.
A shudder of excitement then raked through her body when his teeth lightly scraped along the delicate flesh, earning another soft moan. She wanted to stop. She needed to stop. Recollecting the happy smiling expressions on her comrades' faces and feeling Masha's compulsive fighting against the zipper of her bag, Ichigo was aware that this could not continue. Not a second longer. But before she could verbally protest, his lips were on hers, pushing her hard against the tree, while his fingers set against her hips, his thumbs pressing against the narrow bones there, making her suddenly feel as if she was boneless and dissolving all her former objections in an instant. She could feel something sweet, something intoxicating, in the back of her throat, as he guided their bodies in a way that sent zings of pleasure down Ichigo's spine. Her brain melted and then evaporated at the feel of Kisshu's tongue across her own. And, even more so, when he dag his fingers in, knowing somehow that she would like it, just like the hint of teeth that she felt at her bottom lip.
Quite unexpectedly, Ichigo broke the kiss and looked him deep into his golden eyes, trying to read them for they were worth.
"Don't stop," she breathed out at last, melting in the sensual sensations that began to control her body and the moment she had made her answer known, he shoved a hand down the front of her skirt as he distracted her with yet another hungry kiss. The way he dragged his fingers across the sensitive area between Ichigo's inner thighs had made the girl's knees go weak.
At the sound of a twig snapping, Kisshu briefly leaned back and looked to the side, before the air around them began to distort and they teleported away.
"What are you-"
Her confusion was soon dispersed when she recognized the contours of her own room.
"I thought a little privacy was in order, mm?" he grinned at her wildly, while his one hand slithered across her waist pulling them both on her bed with Ichigo facing away from him and still firmly sitting in his lap.
"Sit on my lap and spread 'em."
"Wh-what?"
"Spread your legs as wide as you can, Ichigo," he reiterated, sticking a warm hand between her thighs, "And let me please you."
"K-kisshu," she moaned harder, when his fingers easily slipped underneath the silky fabric of her underwear.
"You're so wet. I love it," he chuckled evilly and she wanted to deck him but the negative emotion was quickly brushed away out of her thoughts once another surge of trembling sensation ran through her body.
She felt his other hand grope at her bust, massaging her breasts in a delightful manner, making her respond with a satisfied meowl.
It was enticing and powerful. Dangerous and outrageous, but none of it had stopped Ichigo from loving the feel of his hands touching her body. She could not concentrate on anything but the solid wall of his chest that she had been presently leaning on, as he lapped at her throat, his mouth so close to the main vein that he could probably sense with his tongue the slightest heartbeat through the thin layer of skin against his lips. He knew how to make her squirm; beg for more, he just knew. And with every following movement of his fingers, she was getting more and more sure of it.
How could he read her so well? Was the desire really so blatantly obvious in her eyes? Or was he just that good at that?
She saw how his lean, long fingers continued to curl in her as he changed the pressure based on what she enjoyed the most, while only her moans and the wet smacking sounds filled the room.
"M-my underwear…I-I can take it o- "
"Leave it on, it's not in the way," he assured her darkly, momentarily easing away from her neck, "You're thinking too much, Ichigo. Relax and let me please you."
She turned towards him and saw that his eyes were still transfixed on her, intrigued with excitement, gathering every scrap of light in her room, and that image had hit her like a brick, revealing how badly she had wanted it. His gaze was glued to the side of her face, drinking in her expressions of shock, surprise and pleasure, all the while grinning like a madman, as his hand was working into a regular rhythm; one that was overwriting Ichigo's breathing pattern, rewiring her brain to that extent that it was hard to think anymore.
Only momentarily did she tense at the terrifying realization that she was just about to surrender herself to him completely once again. But that thought was immediately thwarted once she felt him sped up and swiftly closed the distance between them, as his tongue entered her mouth, kissing her ferociously, while he kept hitting the one spot that had made her moan the most. That was when she had lost it. And, not too long after that, Ichigo found herself returning his hungry kisses with total abandon, moving against his fingers and trying to get as much of what he was offering to her as possible.
"K-kishu..I'm gonna-I'm gonna," she was panting so hard, splaying her fingers between his tresses and pulling him further against her, as she tried her best to keep her uninhibited cries under control, and not succeeding by much.
"I know, go ahead," he chuckled, while he intensified the pressure, sending her into a whirlwind of muscle spasm shortly after.
"O-oh my god-"
And, before she knew it, she came with a loud growl that she scarcely recognized as her own, once the feeling of blinding ecstasy ultimately struck her and her fingers clenched even tighter against his soft hair.
She collapsed on him, breathing heavily, while sweat continued to trickle down her back and hair, feeling delirious, light and thoroughly satisfied.
He pulled his fingers out of her slowly and scrutinized the semi-transparent, warm liquid that was still dripping down his knuckles with an experimental look before sticking them inside his mouth and licking the remnants of her juices off.
Ichigo's eyes instantly widened at the sight of his fingers coated in her fluids and her core pulsed wildly at the heavy realization just where and how far inside of her they had been. She stared with bizarre fascination at him as he carried on with his administrations until he licked his fingers completely dry and, for a horrific second, Ichigo entertained the thought of how delectable his tongue could feel on some other parts of her body.
Noting her open gaping, he smirked, shooting her a sultry, half-lidded look, "You taste exquisite, by the way."
Upon hearing such a brazen remark, Ichigo jerked away and leapt out of his lap with a lightning speed. It took only a few additional seconds until she finally returned from her seventh heaven straight back into her room and fully grasped all too well who she had been dealing with. Remembering herself, she tried to hide her previous embarrassment behind a mask of anger.
"This means nothing, just so you know," she scoffed, crossing her arms over her breasts in irritation.
"Of course it doesn't," he grinned and Ichigo blushed madly at his offbeat nonchalance.
She was just about to contemplate whether or not he was going to force himself on her now, but his voice cut through that train of thoughts instantly.
"Catch ya later," he winked at her and before Ichigo could say anything more, he teleported away.
What the hell was that about?
The Mew Mew eyed the conspicuously vacant spot on her bed utterly perplexed, merely wondering what all of this could possibly mean, and whether or not she had just made the situation all the worse for her again.
Nevertheless, when her chest finally relaxed, no longer rising up and down in an erratic, irregular manner, and she caught a glimpse of the remaining mixture of fluids that still kept leaking down her thighs, Ichigo's mind buzzed with only one poignant question.
Could Masaya ever make her come this hard?