The Hashira meeting was about to be wrapped up, leaving the room in a tranquil hush. While the other Hashiras filed out, Shinobu stood still, her gaze firmly locked onto a certain someone. A woman possessing every wonder of femininity.
Mitsuri was, without a doubt, the embodiment of beauty. Her hair, pink to the half of length and continued by green, flowed down to her waist like a cascade. She had them tied neatly in two thick braids and the bangs hiding her forehead blessed her with the captivating beauty. Her pale cheeks held a perpetual blush, Her lips were as inviting as a blooming rose while her eyes held the riches of greens. And her breasts… her breasts, always on display, exuded grace and their enormous-size was unusual. Shinobu's eyes couldn't have enough of Mitsuri's intriguing body. Not only her boobs but also her thighs were an open display.
Yet, Shinobu's fascination went beyond just physical allure. Mitsuri had an enigmatic charm that captivated her. Mitsuri's conversations often strayed into the labyrinth of love, and while some might find them whimsical, to Shinobu, they were irresistible. They kindled a longing within her, a desire to be the recipient of Mitsuri's affection, and a curiosity about sharing some moments with her. And if that was just too much to ask, Shinobu would have been grateful to spend some nights with her.
As the council's discussions continued, Shinobu leaned in, absorbing Mitsuri's words.
"She's like a living legend, so close yet elusive," Shinobu mumbled to herself.
Mitsuri, her eyes blazing with passion, spoke with unbridled enthusiasm.
"You see," Mitsuri began, "love is like a garden that blooms eternally, each moment unveiling its unique beauty."
Some Hashiras paid attention and nodded, some with knowing smiles, others with thoughtful expressions. But for Shinobu, Mitsuri's words wove a spell of yearning and fascination.
"Love...from her. What would that be like?" Shinobu whispered.
As the council's discourse shifted to more pressing matters, Shinobu's thoughts remained adrift in a sea of desire and wonder. She couldn't help but envision herself in Mitsuri's World, in Mitsuri's… bed. A realm filled with romance, adventure, and lust. In her fantasy, Shinobu could envision Mitsuri naked.
No corsets, no kimonos, no more those green stockings of Mitsuri hindered her vision. Shinobu was ashamed of having such vile thoughts yet she couldn't help but envision. What would it be like to be held by you? What would it be like to touch your velvet skin? To lay next to you? To have you on top of me?
None of her fantasies were right and none of them made sense but resistance was impossible. Shinobu wanted so much to happen. She wished to be Mitsuri's lover and she was desperate to be her plaything, her… toy. Her dirty thoughts resulted in damped fabric between her thighs. "Mitsuri-san…" she whispered to herself.
The meeting ended well. The mission that concluded some days ago had worn out Hashiras. Mitsuri had planned to spend some time at the Butterfly Mansion with Shinobu. After the mission, they seldom had time to engage in a fruitful conversation.
Mitsuri had always admired Shinobu's alluring yet innocent appearance. She found her voice soul-soothing. Upon reaching the mansion, she felt unmatched relief and decided to indulge in the comfort and homeliness for some upcoming nights to have herself calmed after the mission.
Shinobu's heart performed flips and jumps when she discovered Mitsuri's intent to reside in her mansion for some nights to come. Was it a result of her desires? A good sign. If something happened between them, Shinobu would no longer be insatiable.
When in the meeting, Mitsuri told her that she would be visiting the Butterfly Mansion, Shinobu asked her to head out first as she had to bid farewell to other Hashiras, though she couldn't wait to turn her infatuation into nights full of love and torment.
One by one each of the members left while Shinobu bowed and paid respects. It was time for her to head to her safe space which had already been blessed with Mitsuri's magical presence.
Shinobu's heart raced as she hurried back to her Butterfly Mansion. The words Mitsuri had shared during the meeting still echoed in her mind, and her longing for the Love Hashira had never felt stronger.
As she entered her room in the mansion, she stopped in her tracks, surprised to find Mitsuri standing by her ornate mirror. Mitsuri was gazing at her own reflection, her fingers tracing the outline of her lips as if lost in thought. Her green eyes focused on the massive slit in her own garment that revealed most of her luscious boobs.
Shinobu's breath caught in her throat. Mitsuri looked even more enchanting in the soft light of the room, her double shaded hair gleaming, her cheeks adorned with that ever-present blush, and her lips—those lips Shinobu had secretly yearned for—inviting and tempting. Is it ever going to happen? Will I ever be touching those breasts?
"Mitsuri-san," Shinobu finally managed to say, her voice a mixture of surprise and desire.
Startled, Mitsuri turned to face her, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous twinkle. "Shinobu-chan, I hope you don't mind me being in your room." She advanced in Shinobu's direction.
Shinobu could feel her cheeks flush as she replied, "Of course not, Mitsuri-san. It's your company that I cherish." And your enchanting body.
Embracing Shinobu, Mitsuri said, "It has been so long, hasn't it? Feels like we are meeting after an eternity."
Shinobu's eyes grew wide as saucers as she was taken aback by the sudden gesture. "Y-you are right, Mitsuri-san." Mitsuri's insanely fine body was pressed against hers, sending her on the brink of euphoria. Love Hashira's breasts were pressed against Shinobu's. Shinobu had never felt flesh to be so pleasurable. It caused her to feel nervous and calm. A feeling so unusual and new. All she knew was that she wanted more than that.
Apart from Mitsuri's boobs, her fragrance was incredible. Her aqua scent mixed with a hint of lavender was extraordinary. Shinobu could sleep peacefully in her arms while getting a whiff of the soothing scent from time to time.
Mitsuri could feel the girl tensed up in her embrace. She found the act to be cute and tightened her arms around her.
"M-Mitsuri-san…" Shinobu stuttered. "Wh-What are you… doing?" Her heart could blast with the speed it was beating. Although she wanted to be close to Mitsuri, she didn't want the girl to sense desperation.
"Why is Shinobu-chan so stiff? ~" Mitsuri asked playfully. "Am I too close to Shinobu-chan?~" Mitsuri assumed Shinobu to be sensitive and decided to tease her a little more. Her hands made their way from Shinobu's waist to her upper back. Pressing her hard against herself, she teased, "Don't you think I have the best boobs, Shinobu-chan?~ Don't you want to touch them?~"
Yes, I want to, Mitsuri-san. As much as Shinobu wanted to be fucked by her, she was embarrassed enough to let her thoughts out loud. The fabric between her thighs was already wet… once again. Once again because of Mitsuri's body, she was losing herself.
Mitsuri pulled back and burst out laughing. "Look at you, Shinobu-chan. Your face is redder than a devil's. Are you alright?"
Shinobu looked at her feet while attempting to contain her flushed face and shameful visions. Fortunately, mind reading was limited and Mitsuri had no possession of such a power. But why, in God's name, was she so close?
"I was only teasing you," said Mitsuri as if she actually peeked into her mind. "Just a playful act. Don't you mind, Shinobu-chan."
Nodding and smiling, Shinobu offered to take a rest. In the meantime, she would be taking a hot bath and getting rid of sinful imagination.
The training grounds at the Butterfly Mansion were bathed in the soft light of dawn, a tranquil setting for the Hashiras to hone their skills. Among them, Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji had decided to engage in a friendly yet intense battle, a practice they cherished.
CLANG! CLANG! As they sparred, Shinobu found herself captivated by Mitsuri's seductive allure. Mitsuri moved with a grace that was as enchanting as it was deadly, every sway of her body and every swing of her blade exuding an irresistible sensuality. Shinobu had always admired Mitsuri's beauty, but today, it was almost overwhelming. Her huge boobs were flaming the ambience and for Shinobu it was a torture to keep her eyes from looking at the most perfect cleavage. Natural blush was visible on her pale cheeks but she didn't want her friendly opponent to catch her ogling.
CHING! Their swords clashed with precision, creating a symphony of steel in the morning air. CHING! The dance they engaged in was more than just training; it was a mesmerizing exchange of strength and desire, though neither of them had dared to acknowledge it.
SWIRL! In a swift and surprising move, Mitsuri managed to disarm Shinobu, sending her sword clattering to the ground. Shinobu found herself on her back, Mitsuri straddling her, her knee pressing against Shinobu's thigh. Their faces were perilously close, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere.
Mitsuri, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of mischief, questioned Shinobu, "Shinobu-chan, why is it that you're always so flustered and blushing when we are close? Lately, you've been blushing with just me being in the same room. You're usually the calmest among us. What's the matter?"
Shinobu's cheeks flushed even deeper, and she averted her gaze briefly, the truth hidden beneath her typically composed exterior. "I...I don't know, Mitsuri-san. It's just...you have this effect on me, and I can't explain it."
Mitsuri's eyes sparkled with amusement as she lowered her sword, her face inching even closer to Shinobu's. "An effect, you say? ~ What kind of effect is that, Shinobu-chan? ~"
Shinobu's heart raced, and she could feel the warmth of Mitsuri's body. She swallowed hard before admitting, "It's like you awaken something in me, something I've never felt before."
Mitsuri's grin was devilishly charming, and she didn't pull away. "And what is it that you're feeling now, Shinobu-chan? ~" Keeping her hypnotizing gaze matched with Shinobu's, she felt her waist melt under her touch. "How does this feel? ~"
The speech had found its hiding spot in Shinobu's throat. Not a word would agree to come out. Mitsuri's fingers on her waist were casting a spell that made her shiver. Half shutting her eyes, she let herself drift in the feeling.
"Is it so good, Shinobu-chan? ~" Mitsuri asked in a seductive whisper. Her hand made its way to Insect Hashira's breast. "Then how about this? ~" The fight was fun but the situation afterwards added to the delight in her heart. Shinobu had turned into a blushing mess which only added to her charm.
Swallowing the knot forming in her throat, Mitsuri massaged the fabric over Shinobu's breast making the girl arch her back a little. The gesture indicated that the girl had been wishing for intimacy. A gentle squeeze on the blushing girl's breast gained her a thirsty moan.
Mitsuri held her position above Shinobu, their faces still close, their lips just inches apart. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken longing that had finally been acknowledged. With her hand gently massaging Shinobu's breast, Mitsuri couldn't ignore the undeniable desire between them any longer.
She looked deep into Shinobu's eyes, her voice a sultry whisper, "Shinobu-chan, do you... love me?~"
Shinobu's heart raced, and she felt her cheeks flush even deeper. She couldn't bring herself to voice her feelings, but her eyes spoke volumes. They held a mixture of desire, vulnerability, and a profound affection that words couldn't convey.
In response, Shinobu nodded ever so slightly, her eyes never leaving Mitsuri's. It was a non-verbal confession, a vulnerable admission of the love that had grown silently but passionately between them.
As Mitsuri's lips hovered tantalizingly close to Shinobu's, their eyes locked in a heated exchange of emotions. Shinobu could feel the heat of Mitsuri's breath on her lips, and she knew there was no turning back.
Their lips met in a fiery kiss, a passionate union of longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long. It was a declaration, an acknowledgment of the intense emotions that had bound them together. Their tongues fought a battle for dominance before Shinobu gave in and let Mitsuri set the pace. Love Hashira's was as sweet in romance as she was in talking about love. Her tongue held the pleasure like none other.
As they pulled away, breathless and flushed, Mitsuri whispered, "Shinobu, I've wanted this for so long."
Shinobu's heart soared, and she smiled.
Shinobu had decided to take a moment of respite in the secluded hot spring nestled deep within the Butterfly Mansion's tranquil grounds. The warmth of the water was inviting, and she relished the idea of soaking away the awkwardness she felt around Mitsuri. She approached the hot spring, her steps quiet and her mind focused on the soothing waters ahead.
But as she rounded the corner and stepped into the open-air hot spring area, her serene expectations were shattered. There, in the steamy embrace of the hot spring, stood Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, bathed in the soft, diffused light filtering through the surrounding bamboo.
Shinobu's breath caught in her throat, and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and something else. The feeling was back. Mitsuri was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin glistening with moisture, droplets of water cascading down her tempting curves. She was the epitome of sensuality, and Shinobu couldn't tear her eyes away.
Especially, she couldn't tear her eyes away from her boobs. When Mitsuri was dressed they looked big enough but now that all the fabric was gone, Shinobu realized that they were huge. The size was big enough to drive the demons insane. They were succulent. With the slightest of movement, they bounced.
Shinobu's thighs tightened as she continued to stare at the pink haired girl's tits.
Mitsuri, immersed in the blissful warmth of the water, turned her head and noticed Shinobu's presence. A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she greeted her fellow Hashira.
"Shinobu-chan, you've joined me," Mitsuri purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Shinobu stammered, her words escaping her in a flustered rush, "I... I didn't realize you were here. I can leave if you prefer..."
Mitsuri's smile widened, and she extended a welcoming hand. "No need to go, Shinobu-chan. There's plenty of room here. Join me, won't you?"
Shinobu hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on Mitsuri's enticing form. She couldn't deny the allure of the hot spring, nor could she deny the unexpected anticipation that had stirred within her. With a cautious nod, she stepped into the warm waters, trying to keep a distance from Mitsuri. Though confused about why she had to keep distance as they had already kissed. There was intimacy yet she was shy.
As Shinobu settled in, the initial awkwardness began to fade, replaced by a sense of calm and relaxation. The hot spring was soothing, and the steam shrouded them in a veil of privacy.
Mitsuri, ever the playful Hashira, couldn't resist breaking the silence. "You know, Shinobu-chan, hot springs have a way of making people reveal their deepest secrets. Is there something on your mind?"
Shinobu felt a blush creeping up her neck, her heart racing at the prospect of sharing what she had been wanting. "Well…"
Mitsuri leaned in closer, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity and sensuality. "Go on, Shinobu-chan. ~"
Shinobu took a deep breath, her words laced with vulnerability. "I've always admired your beauty, Mitsuri-san, but it's more than that. Lately, I've found myself drawn to you in ways I can't explain. I think... "
Mitsuri's gaze softened, and she reached out, placing her finger on the purple-eyed girl. "I've sensed something, something beyond admiration.~" Taking her hand in hers, she guided Shinobu to her breast. "Is this what you want? ~" Her hushed words added to the heat filled in the moment.
Dreams did come true but no one told Shinobu that they came true at such a fast pace. She swallowed as she squeezed the playful girl's perfect breast.
Caressing Shinobu's soft cheek, Mitsuri asked, "Like my breasts, don't you? ~"
Like a kid, Shinobu nodded obediently.
After planting a gentle kiss on the Butterfly's lips, Mitsuri said, "Go ahead, Shinobu-chan. Do what you want with them."
With her mind exploring heaven, Shinobu's both hands decided to work. She squeezed both of her tits and watched the flesh popping out in between her fingers. As she heard Mitsuri's frail moans, she assumed her fellow Hashira was loving it. Shinobu continued to massage the thick chunks of fat. "Mitsuri-san, you're so… beautiful."
Mitsuri's reply was limited to a chuckle.
Mitsuri's nipples were hard under Shinobu's touch. While massaging one of her breasts, she pinched her nipple on the other.
A brief squeak escaped from the pink haired throat. "Be gentle, Shinobu-chan."
Lost in a trance, Shinobu ignored her words and continued to pinch her nipples. She might never get the chance again.
Clasping Shinobu's wrists, Mitsuri stopped her. She led the girl out of the pool and made her way to the bedroom.
Frightened by accidentally offending the Love Hashira, Shinobu said, "I'm sorry, Mitsuri-san. I didn't mean to…"
"Shhh~" Hushing the girl, Mitsuri pulled her closer for a kiss. Their breaths mingled and their tongues matched the rhythm.
The kiss fascinated Shinobu but it was their naked bodies pressed together that sent her to the ninth sky. Mitsuri's nipples were still hard and they were pinching her skin. The kiss deepened into a slow and sloppy one which made her pussy ache for pleasure.
Pulling away, Mitsuri asked, "Shinobu-chan, can you… eat my…"
In the silent negotiation the girl nodded even before the other could finish her sentence. This was meant to be. One might never live a dream but living a fantasy couldn't be compared to anything.
As Mitsuri lay on Shinobu's bed, she observed how her huge boobs hung and jiggled softly. Impatient was the black haired girl. She climbed the bed and buried her face between the Love Hashira's thighs without any exchange of words.
"You're so energetic," commented Mitsuri.
Shinobu could feel the heat and warm aroma of the hot bath that Mitsuri had just taken. Her body was still wet. She breathed against the skin right next to the swollen lips of her pussy. Swiping her nose up and down her clit, she made the pink haired girl shiver a little. After that, tilting her head to one side, she began biting the soft flesh occasionally. Mitsuri's whimpers and moans were driving her insane. "It's heaven, Mitsuri-san." She sucked on the swollen clitoris while her tongue was getting wet with Misaki's juice.
"Oh my! You're gonna make me cum!" Mitsuri yelled. "Yes! Aaaahh! My G-" Moving her hips in circular motion, she was forcing her pussy on her face. "Keep going, Shinobu-chan… Just like that! Yes!"
Shinobu stopped and looked up at the girl's flustered face. Apparently, she was the reason of disappointment to Love Hashira. Mitsuri's expression demanded an explanation. "Mitsuri-san, I have been wanting to be your… toy." Treat me like you own me, she wanted to add.
With an evil grin, Mitsuri said, "Yes, you are my little plaything. Now, do what a sex toy is supposed to do."
Smiling in satisfaction, Shinobu carried on licking and sucking on her clit.
Mitsuri was near her limit and wanted the girl to go faster. Biting her lower lip, she clasped a handful of Shinobu's silky hair and forced her face in her pussy. "Mmm~"
Although Shinobu was being smothered, she remained calm as that was what she wanted. The big busted girl taking advantage of her was all she had been wishing for.
It didn't take Mitsuri very long to damp Shinobu's innocent face in her juices.
When a sudden shudder ran through Mitsuri's body, Shinobu opened her mouth to take as much of her cum as possible. As her tormentor let go of her hair, she said, "You're so tasty, Mitsuri-san."
"Oh… I believe you… Shinobu." Mitsuri's breathing was heavy as she was recovering from the pleasure. Her recovery didn't take forever and she sat again, looking at Shinobu with thirsty eyes. "My toy you wanted to be, you said?"
Shinobu nodded nervously.
"Turn around," Mitsuri commanded.
Shinobu obeyed.
"Ass up, my plaything."
Shinobu obeyed.
Mitsuri ran her tongue from Shinobu's ass hole to her clitoris which causef the purple eyed girl to shiver. As she pushed two fingers inside her pussy hole, the room began to fill with moans. With the lazy motions of her fingers, she slapped the girl's ass with her free hand. "Keep you voice up~ I want to hear you moan, my dear.~"
Stopping occasionally, Mitsuri smacked her ass to remind her who she belonged to.
"Aaaa!" Shinobu screamed as she received another spank on her ass. "Mistress!"
"Who do you belong to, Shinobu-chan?"
In between her tears, she replied, "To you, my Mistress!"
Mitsuri picked up the face and pushed and pulled her fingers faster. She knew that Shinobu was totally down for her. She would do anything she would be asked to. Having dominance over such a powerful Hashira felt overwhelmingly good. Shinobu's loud moans were proof of Mitsuri's strong influence over her.
Mitsuri pounded faster when she felt the girl breaking down.
"Mmm… Aaaah!" Since Shinobu was already on the verge, she came earlier, drenching her Mistress's hand in two waves before she fell on her side. The pleasure she aimed for had finally arrived. Her wish came true. She couldn't wait to be fucked again.
"Well done, my little toy." Mitsuri licked clean her fingers.
Once Shinobu recovered, she found Mitsuri already kneeling behind her. "Should I…"
"Bend again, you came without my permission."
Shinobu bent with her ass in the air, facing her Mistress and her face buried in the sheets as she knew what was going to happen. She could let her screams escape her room.
SPANK! SPANK! "This is what you get for acting on your own."
"I'm sorry… Aaahh! Mistress… I'm…" It was pain but more than that it was pleasure. Shinobu wept and screamed.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Mitsuri kept going until her ass was deep red. Then she fingered her pussy again, controlling her timing. Shinobu was told to cum on command but she failed. The punishment was more spanks.