Tales From the Twilight Tournament Afterparty: A Taste of Home
by
RobertCop3
So, I thought I was done writing smut for Iroha. Then I read JojoDO's "Dusk After Kumite: The Afterparty." If you've never read it, I strongly recommend you do before going on, and before that you should also read "Dusk After Kumite: King of Fighters Twilight Tournament." I'll wait.
You're back? Okay, so a lot of implied hanky-panky was going on at that afterparty when things started to wind down poolside, but one of the cuter moments was Iroha meeting up with Gato. The last we saw of them close to the end of the fic was a very sweet, tender moment of the two sharing sake, and from there Jojo lets the reader decide whether they wind up sleeping together.
So I decided to write a fic about what happened after the King of Dinosaurs left them in peace. I'm really hoping this one outdoes all the other smut I've written with her, and not just because this time she gets some good old-fashioned hetero fucking which is not a dream. Not that I'm against any of the F/F I've done with her, but those were an AU.. Anyway, I'm rambling now. I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is welcome.
All characters are the property of SNK/Playmore. I don't own them or the video games.
Italy - The Garcia Estate, close to Midnight
He still wasn't sure why he'd come. When the invitation had shown up in the mail several weeks ago, at the apartment he shared with his sister in New Southtown, Gato had come very close to not opening it. But something had compelled him to, and after reading it, it definitely did not seem like his type of scene. It seemed more like Hotaru's, and yet she had not received an invitation. When he'd called the host, Robert Garcia, to ask for clarity, the answer had been: "I didn't invite her, because… it's probably not going to be the sort of party we'd want minors to attend."
That had just made him even more reluctant. He knew what debauchery some of the fighters who'd seen action at the latest Kumite could get into, alone or in pairs. An entire group of them… even if it was for the noble cause of giving them a way of unwinding after the harrowing ordeals in Germany, still seemed like a bad idea.
As usual, Hotaru was the optimistic Yin to his sour Yang. "You owe it to them to make an appearance, Nii-san," she'd told him after seeing the invitation. "You did get as far as the Quarterfinals in Ms. Bernstein's tournament. I think that's worth celebrating. And anyway, I don't mind if you go off on your own. Because I trust that you'll come back. And I can take care of myself while you're gone. If the grown-ups want to have a party without us, then I'll call Kula-chan, Kasumi-san, and some other girls, and see if the under eighteens should get together for a bash of our own."
At this stage in their relationship, he found it difficult to say no to his younger sister. Part of him felt it was penance for all the years he'd wasted in pursuit of something he could never obtain, while neglecting the only family he had left. So he'd come to the Garcia estate in Italy for the after-party, and even managed to dress for the occasion. But he'd still preferred to be on his own, shunning the unruly, half-naked shenanigans of the other fighters (which came dangerously close to reaching full-on porno levels at times), sitting by himself at the bar, now and then asking for Hein to freshen his club soda with lime.
The closest he came to joining them was to partake of the food, and that was mainly to fortify his body for what was to come. After darkness had settled over the mansion and more than half of the revelers had called it quits and sought out alcohol-induced sleep, Gato finally felt he was ready. His own quiet celebration, giving thanks and taking measure of what he'd gained since the Kumite. And trying to come to grips with all the precious time he'd wasted before reaching this point.
He hadn't intended to share that with anyone. Then while searching for a quiet place to start his ritual, he'd had a chance encounter with a familiar figure who'd been turning a good number of heads ever since she'd arrived at the mansion. Iroha had seemed a little flustered when they'd first met, but in truth, the feeling was mutual. He remembered her from Krauser's castle, and there he didn't think much of her. Even though she said she was a maid, the way she dressed was borderline exhibitionism. But she had seemed devoted to her duties, somehow carrying herself with such quiet dignity despite her shameless attire, and when he learned that she told Malin that she killed people who tried to take liberties with her, he couldn't help but silently admire that.
Her conduct at the afterparty only strengthened that admiration. Like him, she was there to enjoy herself, but on her terms. He had watched her discreetly dump out the shots she was given, and when the pictures were being taken, even then she only seemed to participate because being a guest in the home of another was a large responsibility in Japanese culture, and so she simply wanted to placate her hosts.
And her country of origin… Gato was by no means a bigot. He wouldn't have slept with his old teammate if he were. But he still had a soft spot for those who were native to Japan, and she was a true beauty, with her raven hair and fair, creamy skin. Her bright blue eyes were less common among Japanese women, but somehow that made her even more alluring.
And so he'd said yes when she asked to join him. As a fellow native, she understood that sharing food or drink with another, be it tea or rice wine, carried with it an air of ceremony, of formality. So they went to the bedroom she had claimed upon her arrival earlier that day to share his bottle. And talked while they did.
He learned that she lived for her work, because it was what she knew. And while she was happy to help keep Krauser's castle tidy, she had misgivings about the sorts of things he did to maintain his ancestral home. "But as long as my duties are limited to domestic chores around the castle, I am content to continue serving him. Should he ever ask me to do something… unethical, then I would have to refuse, and perhaps request he release me from his service."
He respected her answer, and for some reason, felt comfortable sharing his own struggles with her, everything he'd done before accepting Hotaru as his sister. She simply sat there and listened the whole time, never judging. And when he was done, her only reply was: "You were lost, but you found your way, and you came through it a stronger person. And now you're working towards being who Hotaru-Chan needs you to be. I respect that, and so what you did before your moment of clarity doesn't matter to me."
He was not only surprised by her answer, but also that he'd told her so much. Though her voice was so soft and gentle, like a birdsong, which made her easy to talk to, as easy as she was on the eyes. Gato was not immune to the physical charms of the fairer sex, but what impressed him about Iroha was the air of propriety she carried, despite showing more skin than Jenet.
So after the bottle was finished, the two found themselves out on the porch, which was accessible from their room by sliding door, as it fully encircled the mansion. Now they were just sitting on a bench, enjoying the view.
"It's so beautiful," he heard Iroha whisper, and his dark-eyed gaze moved down to the voluptuous vixen curled up against his chiseled frame, head resting on his shoulder, staring wistfully up at the deep, velvety black of the night sky, pin-pricked with hundreds of stars. Their twinkling light almost looked as if it reflected off the already brilliant blue of her large eyes, making them seem even brighter.
Though not as beautiful as you, Gato thought silently, turning to look up with her, while the arm around her waist pulled her closer to him, which she welcomed. She gave another contented sigh and nuzzled him with her cheek.
"Sometimes, in Germany, when my maid's duties are complete, and it's a clear night, I like to go to the castle courtyard with a blanket, lay down on it, and just… stare up at the sky. Even though I'm thousands of miles from home, I think about how these same stars are shining over Nippon… and it comforts me."
"I hope you make it back there someday," said Gato.
"And I hope you realize that you are forgiven for your past mistakes, and can move forward with your sister. If I have any sisters or brothers, I don't know where they are, or if they're still alive. But I live with that burden because this is the path I chose for myself, just as they had to choose their own paths. But I still… have some regret at not ever knowing them. I envy you, because you can still share so many moments with Hotaru-Chan."
"That's kind of you to say."
"I speak only what is in my heart."
His eyes were still focused on the glittering canopy of night above them, so Iroha took just a moment to shift her gaze to his stoic visage. He's so handsome, she thought. It had been a long time since she'd last taken a lover. The last few Masters she'd served in this time hadn't led to anything, even though she would gladly have given herself to Adelheid, but he was too noble for that. Krauser was also handsome, but his moral code was much looser than Rugal's heir, so Iroha could not in good conscience ever share his bed.
But she felt safe in Gato's arms, and not just because she was homesick, and he reminded her of her native country. She'd had her eye on him for most of the party. To join with him in the most intimate way two people could be, their bodies linked, their flesh and spirit together yet separate… would be a perfect end to a perfect evening. But she still hesitated. Earlier, she'd witnessed his rejection of Jenet's advances. What if she tried to do the same, and he was repulsed by it, and branded her a whore? I want him so badly. But I have to approach this as a kunoichi would. With subtlety.
Little did Iroha know that Gato shared the same struggle as her. Physically she was incredibly desirable, with her raven hair, breathtaking curves and flawless alabaster skin. She felt so good nestled in his muscular arm, and even her scent (a pleasing bouquet of lavender body wash and jasmine perfume) reminded him of Japan, and how much he also missed it. But they were bonding so well, in a way he'd never experienced with his old Garou teammate, and… a part of him feared that advancing on her would ruin this moment. And besides, did he even deserve a woman like her?
Minutes passed by, with each enjoying the other's company, hesitant to take things further for fear of spoiling that. Then he felt her shift slightly against him, heard her ask: "Have you recently been back to the home country?"
He shook his head. "No. It's been a while. Too long, honestly."
"Oh. That bottle you brought is hard to come by outside of Nippon. So I thought that maybe…"
To his surprise, he gave a soft chuckle. "I know someone in New Southtown who runs an Asian Market. For an extra price, he can find certain things that are a bit harder to come by than items like edamame or black bean chili sauce. He procured the bottle for me. It's been years since I've set foot on our native soil. Too many, I think. Perhaps I should take Hotaru there."
"I know she would like that," Iroha said. "I wish I could find a market near the castle that sells things from home. I make do with what Lord Krauser has, but if I could get my hands on some edamame, maybe some rice noodles and the right kind of chilis... I have a recipe for a spicy stir-fry that… I think you would enjoy."
Once more, his head turned from the starry night above to gaze into her bright baby-blue eyes. "I'm sure I would."
She smiled, gazed back at him. "I… I hope I can make it for you someday."
No further words were spoken, but none were needed, as the two simply looked at each other. Gato saw a smile play across Iroha's full red lips, but… did she want him to kiss her? What if he tried, and it turned out he'd been wrong about her intentions?
Iroha, meanwhile, was waiting for his lips to meet hers, but as she gazed into his dark brown eyes, she could see the turmoil in them… his lust warring with his sense of honor. And so she decided it was time to change tactics. "Can we go inside?" She asked sweetly. "It's starting to get a little cold out here."
"All right," he said softly, rising to his feet and offering her a hand. She accepted it with a warm smile, and after she was standing gave a small stretch, then turned and started walking across the porch back towards the house, in front of her companion.
And like every other red-blooded male that had been present at the party, Gato couldn't stop his eyes from moving towards the sight below Iroha's waist. The fabric of her white fundoshi had been fighting a losing battle all day, being devoured slowly by the deep crevasse that ran down the center of Iroha's thick booty, only highlighting its perfect symmetry. All that remained of the back part now was a minuscule sliver at the apex of her plump, toned butt cheeks, leaving those perfect globes of meat fully exposed.
Gato's stare grew wider as he watched her walk, hips swaying with the sensuality of a metronome as she moved her long legs, which also sent ripples through her copious butt fat, a hypnotic up and down bouncing motion in perfect timing with her footfalls. And despite himself, he could feel the fabric in front of his trunks tighten as her perfect display of flesh got the blood flowing through his groin.
She was halfway to the door when he heard her grunt and then saw her stumble, her left leg buckling slightly. Moving as swift and sure as he did in the fighting ring, Gato was at her side in an instant, an arm around her waist for support. "I've got you," he said.
Iroha sighed and leaned against him, taking advantage of what he offered. "Arigato," she whispered.
His cheeks reddened, and for a moment, he felt shame seep into him, for allowing himself to get aroused by a woman who he believed was not in the right state of mind. "Was… was it the sake?" He ventured.
"No," she said. "I'm not drunk. It's just an old injury that acts up every now and then. I'll be fine when I'm laying down. Plus I have things in my room that can help."
Though he was concerned, Gato did feel some relief that he hadn't been admiring the assets of a woman who did not have control over her senses. And looking back, he should have known better. It would take more than one bottle of rice wine to get a native islander inebriated. Perhaps this was what prompted his next move, which was to scoop the crane maid into his arms and carry her bridal style back towards her room. Iroha smiled and gave a small giggle at his chivalry. "Thank you, Gato-san," she said.
"It's… no big deal," he said, though the red returned to the edges of his cheeks. When they got to the sliding porch door, Iroha opened it for them, then closed it when they were inside. After which, Gato took her to the king-sized bed and laid her gently on it.
She closed her eyes and gave a small sigh of contentment at feeling the soft comforter of the bedclothes beneath her back. After a moment, she opened them and pointed to a medium-sized travel bag resting on a nearby dresser. "In there," she said. "I have some ointment and a bandage. Would… would you mind?"
"Of course not," he said, and went over to her bag. It didn't take him long to find a small bottle of Icy Hot and an ace bandage. Moving back to the bed, he gently lifted Iroha's left ankle, now seeing for the first time the small red line that ran up its outside, a scar from something that happened long ago, before she'd chosen to take the form of a beautiful woman. Squirting some ointment onto his palm, he gently rubbed it up and down the length of her scar, massaging it into her baby-soft skin.
Iroha gave a soft moan at his tender ministrations, though in his ears it sounded more sensual as opposed to a sigh of relief. His gaze moved from her foot to the rest of her, spread out on the bed. Seeing her from the front, it was hard not to notice that her fundoshi had also become tighter in the front due to her backside's steady appetite for the scant cloth. The white triangle of fabric pressed hard against her crotch, to the point where it became see-through, clearly showing the full, curly bush adorning her mons, the same deep black as the hair on her head. And beneath that, the outer edges of her vulva were just as prominent, tugging against what little fabric still covered her.
Meanwhile, up in her chest region, the white sash that made up the top of her "swimsuit" had somehow managed to stay together, but still clearly displayed her bountiful breasts both above and below the flimsy garment, which remained as transparent as ever, her bright red nipples more visible now that they were hardening in the air-conditioned room, threatening to poke holes in the cloth. The glorious sight only increased the blood flow to Gato's loins, and he took another few breaths to steady his hands. Iroha's eyes remained shut, lips curled upward in a smile, still sighing from his tender touch on her ankle, not noticing the effect she was having on him by simply existing.
After a few minutes, he placed the Icy Hot on the nightstand, and reached for the bandage, wrapping it firmly but still a little loose around Iroha's scar, just the right amount of pressure to provide stability without cutting off circulation. Iroha lifted her leg slightly to allow him easier access, but those bright blue eyes were still closed, soft moans escaping her lips, ample breasts rising and falling majestically with each breath she took.
Gato took in his own shaky breath and tried to focus on his task, but he still found himself looking out of the corner of his eye while he tried to secure the bandage. It was fast becoming a losing battle. Though a small part of him still feared that he'd be taking advantage of her if he tried to make a move, both his heart and his loins were screaming for him to do so.
Finally, the bandage was in place, and Iroha put her leg down with a small sigh of relief. "Domo, Gato-san," she whispered softly. "That was… very kind of you." Her good foot was rubbing against his thigh while she spoke, sending even more blood to his already stiff manhood, now making it painfully hard. She shifted slightly on the bedclothes, eyes still shut, lips now parted just so, in a way that made them look even more inviting.
It finally became too much for him. No longer fearing the potential consequences, Gato moved forward on the bed, until he was stretched out alongside the alluring maid. He took only another second to admire her angelic visage, jet black bangs framing her heart-shaped face, before he leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers…
...And though he'd been wondering all evening what it would feel like, that paled in comparison to the real thing. Her mouth tasted warm and sweet, her full lips were like red velvet beneath his own, and being this close to her, the scent of her perfume made his heart race, far more potent than any sake.
After a moment, his eyes came open and flicked down to the heavenly sight of her nearly naked body. Moving on instinct, his hand began to drift down towards her breast… until he looked back up at her face, saw her eyes still shut. Fearing she might be asleep, his resolve weakened and he pulled away from her, moving into a sitting position on the bed.
What are you doing? He thought. You can't ruin this evening by taking advantage of her. Not to mention that he still didn't think he was worthy of such a unique beauty. She was more stunning than a flawless pearl, while he himself was quite flawed. He was about to get up when he felt her stir behind him.
"Why did you stop?" Iroha asked. Before he could answer, he felt her press against him from behind, soft breasts squishing down on his back like two heavenly pillows. Her arms wrapped around his midsection, and a moment later, he heard her speaking in his ear, faint laughter in her voice. "I've been waiting all night for you to do that."
"You… you have?" He blinked, dumbfounded.
"Yes, Gato-san. Is that really so hard to believe?"
He turned his head to look at her face, once more gazing into those warm, caring eyes which shone like the stars outside their window. "It's just… you're so… one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. You're strong, a fighter, you… carry yourself with more dignity and propriety than most of the women at this gathering. I… just don't know if I'm worthy of…"
He felt her finger on his lips, silencing any further protest, followed by that soft hand caressing his face. "It's all right. It's... been a long time since I've had a lover. So I came to this party secretly hoping… that I would meet someone like you."
He found that hard to believe. "Really? I just thought… since Krauser was allowing you to… use his hot tub, that you and he…" he trailed off then, cheeks reddening.
She shook her head, her own cheeks taking on a light pink hue. "Oh, no, Lord Krauser is handsome, but… I know the sort of people he associates with, the life that he leads. Because of that, I could… never be intimate with him. But… I could... with you." She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, then once more rested her chin on his broad shoulder. "I'm… very much attracted to you, Gato-san. We have much in common. You're a lost soul trying to find their way home, the same as me. We've both been through so much and come out stronger because of it. I… have a great deal of respect for you. And after… sharing your wine, and your company… I would like it very much… if you could also share my bed. Please… I need this." Her eyes flicked briefly down to the crotch of his trunks, the tent he was pitching there. "And by the looks of things… I think you do, too. So… can't we please just enjoy this night together?"
He sat there and considered, still gazing into the limpid sapphires of her eyes. Part of him still didn't think he was worthy of bedding this stunning vixen, but he also found himself hard-pressed to deny her anything, due to the admiration that he felt for her. Being with her had reminded him that he missed the old country more than he thought. Her beauty, her composure, the quiet dignity with which she served her masters, it was all classic Japanese.
And now, feeling her soft, smooth body pressed up against him, sleep was the last thing on Gato's mind. Without giving a verbal answer, he turned on the bed to face the lovely maid, his hands gently cupping her cheeks… and leaned in for another kiss.
Iroha shuddered as their lips touched anew, and moved onto his lap, once more wrapping her arms around him. Their kissing became more passionate, each opening their mouth to offer the other their tongue, which was eagerly accepted and reciprocated. As Gato tasted the inside of her mouth, his own hands slid down her back towards the plump swell of those beautifully toned buttocks, gripping each of her cheeks, fingers curling around them to take in two large handfuls of her immaculate booty meat.
Iroha shuddered at feeling her best feature getting groped, which caused her to kiss Gato with more fervor, pressing her body even closer to him. It had been too long since any man had touched her like this, and she'd come to this party hoping to receive it from someone. Most of the singles here would have sufficed, but somehow it made her mind and heart feel more at ease, to be giving herself to a warrior born under the same flag as her.
Gato could feel her proximity, her relaxing scent even stronger now, driving his libido into even more of a frenzy. While he fondled her ass, he could feel her breasts moving up and down his pecs, felt the hardness of her nipples even through the thin strip of fabric that was preventing direct contact. His kisses began to travel lower, lips tapping gently across the warm silk of her neck, while one of the hands at her backside moved to her front, sliding up the beautiful contour of her ab muscles, finally cupping the bottom of one of those glorious mounds of perky flesh.
She shuddered again, arching her head back and leaning forward to give him better access. "Shall… shall we turn off the lights?"
He pulled back slightly, if only to gaze at that angelic face again, and give her a rare smile of comfort. "No, let's leave them on. I want to look at you." The hand at her bosom now moved towards the deep crevasse of her cleavage, above which rested the knot on her sash, somehow still intact. His fingers now gently gripped the working end of that knot. A single tug, and the meager fabric would finally lose the fight against the bountiful bosom beneath. However, he still paused to look his lover in the eyes, one brow raised in question. Iroha gave a warm smile, and a nod.
Considering how much the sash had been struggling against those ample assets, it took only the most scant pull at the cloth for the knot to be undone, the garment flying away from her body almost violently, and her breasts giving a slight bounce as they were finally freed from that pesky, restricting cloth. Gato's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Iroha's unsheathed bosom. Of course, her top had already left little to the imagination, but somehow they looked even more appetizing now that they were fully exposed: two perfectly symmetrical mounds of pert, creamy flesh capped by the appetizing red peaks of her large, stiff nipples.
Iroha smiled at him, her brilliant blue eyes starting to cloud over with lust, and shimmied her torso, making her incredible goods sway enticingly, like succulent melons begging to be tasted. "Do you like what you see, Gato-san?" She purred, the seductive side of her now completely taking hold, overriding the persona of the prim, proper maid.
Somehow, that was even more arousing than gazing at her unfettered chest. Gato moved back in for another kiss, tongue once more probing the warm, moist depths of her mouth, while his hand closed around one of those soft, perky breasts. He squeezed it gently, fingers working open and shut against her warm, supple flesh.
His kisses moved back down her neck, drifting over her warm skin with feather light pressure, while the hand at her bosom squeezed just a little harder, thumb now brushing over her nipple, which grew even harder from his touch. Both that, and her sensual moaning that filled his ear, told him she was ready, so he moved his kisses lower, to that incredible rack that surpassed even Mai Shiranui's in far more than just size. His mouth moved back and forth between her inviting nipples, tongue flicking across the very peak one minute, the next rolling in slow circles around her plump, red areola. He felt her body shudder at his ministrations, her moans growing louder, urging him to continue.
"Oh, Gato-san," she spoke his name in a breathless gasp right before she felt his lips close completely around one of her nipples, taking the whole thing into his mouth and sucking with firm, but gentle pressure, teeth lightly pinching the pebbled edges of her areole. Both of his hands now worked that ample bosom as he sucked, kneading and caressing her bountiful tit-flesh, stoking the fires of lust between her legs.
The minuscule triangle of cloth that now just barely covered her mons was slowly becoming soaked in her juices. Iroha straddled him now, grinding her hips against his abs, gazing down at him with a smile as she watched him play with her breasts. He pulled his mouth loose from the nipple he'd been working, taking a moment to give it a light tug with his teeth, before moving to the opposite nipple and sucking that one with greater pressure.
She cried out and arched her back, leaning into it as much as she could. Through her grinding against him, Gato could feel how wet she was getting in her nethers, the intense heat of her cleft as it pulled even harder against the scant fabric of her fundoshi, which was losing its battle to keep her decent. Of course, his own trunks were facing their own struggle, trying to keep his rigid manhood from ripping a hole straight through the fabric.
His next movement took them both by surprise. One minute, Iroha was straddling his loins, reveling in the feel of Gato worshiping her voluptuous melon breasts. The next, she was flat on her back on the bed-covers, with her lover on top of her, holding her arms above her head, lightly pinning her wrists. He attacked her sweet red lips in another passionate kiss, then raised his upper body slightly, feeling her squirm under him.
He looked down at her, then, just for a moment concerned that he might be hurting her. But that went away when he saw the expression on her face, the lust shining even stronger in her radiant blue eyes. "Oh, Gato-san," she purred again, her voice now containing none of the innocence it had earlier, only enhancing her reputation of "pure, sweet angel with a porn star body" that she was rapidly building among single male fighters (and some female).
He kissed her again, then sat up straighter on the bed, his gaze now moving to her fundoshi, which had somehow still not been completely swallowed by her ass and her nether-lips. His hands reached for one of the side-ties, but this time he did not go for the knot, but rather the scant bit of cloth just in front of it. Gripping it tightly, he gave a tug, ripping it in half, then in a swift motion tore the garment free of her, leaving her fully naked on the bed.
His deep brown eyes shone with their own lust, taking a moment to admire her seductive landscape. She had been nearly naked for most of the party. But somehow, now seeing Iroha in her completely natural form was one of the most erotic sights of his life.
Her wide hips, hourglass midriff and of course the glorious swell of her perfect breasts contrasted deliciously with the lean, fit muscles in her arms and abs, which rippled beneath her smooth, alabaster skin. Below the cute little dimple of her navel rested the graceful slope of her mons, adorned with that cute patch of thick dark hair, which sat at the apex of her inviting pink cleft, which glistened faintly in the lamplight, marking the entrance to her most feminine place.
He'd definitely been wrong about her earlier. She was even more flawless than a pearl. A thousand oysters working for a thousand years could never hope to create such perfection. "You're beautiful…" he whispered.
Though no longer pinned by him, Iroha continued to squirm on the bed, a movement born of long-repressed lust that was begging for release. Her lips curled into a warm smile, and she opened her thick thighs just so, giving a better view of the healthy folds of her sex. "Gato-san…" she spoke his name in a sensual sigh. "Make love to me…"
She raised her right leg, sole of her foot resting on Gato's ab muscles, slowly sliding up his solid flesh to rub against one of his pecs. He took the foot in both her hands, once more taking his time to relish its softness, and admire her perfect pedicure, toenails all uniformly filed and painted the same shade of deep maroon, each one within the lines, not a single blemish or ingrown cuticle.
Iroha shuddered once more at feeling his tender touch, then shuddered even harder when she felt him kissing her just above her toes. His lips then moved upward, over her ankle, up the creamy smoothness of her shin, then her thigh, moving ever closer to the warm slit between her legs.
Finally reaching the apex of her shapely thighs, he paused to glance up at her once more. Iroha's blue eyes were shut, body trembling with anticipation, beautiful chest heaving up and down with each deep breath she took. He did not take much time to admire that, however. His proximity to her Holiest of Holies, and the way its heady musk of arousal mixed with the smell of jasmine on her creamy skin, was pushing his own desire into the red.
Wrapping a hand around each thigh, Gato at last moved in, pressing his lips to Iroha's inviting mound. Her reaction was instantaneous, crying in passion at the feeling of his mouth on the entrance to her most feminine place. This gave way to moans and whimpers of unbridled bliss as his tongue ran up and down her wet, swollen labia, stoking the fires of her lust and making her crave his cock even more.
"Oh, Gato-san!" She gasped, writhing on the comforter of the bed, loving the feel of his mouth expertly working her. "Oh, it's so good! Oooh, yes! Oooh, I'm so lucky!" His tongue began to work faster, flicking against her silky pink folds in a steady rhythm, pausing every now and then to plant small kisses up and down her aching nether-lips.
Gato found himself relishing her sweet taste, and the way she squirmed and moaned at his ministrations only urged him to go deeper, mouth pressing ever harder against Iroha's vaginal entrance, his tongue now flicking at the walls of her birth canal. This only made her gasp and whimper even more, the trickling of feminine nectar from the hot liquid core of her womanhood increasing in volume. Though he was a skilled fighter, he clearly did not let his training neglect his knowledge of pleasuring the fairer sex, something that Iroha was appreciating to its utmost.
"Ah, yes!" She cried out. "Oh, it's so good! Please, Gato-san! More!"
He was only too happy to comply, driving his tongue as deep as he could, causing her juices to drip more fervently down his chin. Its taste was sweeter than finely-aged Namazake, far superior to what his old teammate was packing between her legs. This brief thought of Jenet made him remember something the blonde corsair enjoyed during cunnilingus, and he paused in his sapphic feasting of Iroha, wondering if the crane maid would enjoy it too.
Iroha was so turned on by his foreplay that it took her a second to realize when his tongue was no longer there. She breathed out a sigh and raised her head to gaze down at Gato, whose head was still between her legs. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Why did you stop? Do… do I taste bad?"
"No," he said, flashing a small, reassuring smile. "You taste just fine. Perfect, in fact. I just… wanted to do something else. Are you… are you able to open your legs just a little wider? And… raise them over your head? I… think you'll enjoy this."
She smiled, finding the red at the edges of his cheeks to be very cute, and quickly complied, raising both her legs so that her ankles rested just above her ears. Her hands gripped the insides of her thick thighs, spreading them wider to grant her lover the access he'd requested. Laying as she was now, Gato could clearly see both her glistening vulva, forming a beautiful arch around her vaginal entrance, as well as the soft groove of her taint running downwards from her womanhood, terminating in the much smaller opening of her anus.
He took only a moment to admire the view, knowing he still had a task to complete. He started by running the fingers of one hand along her sex, collecting some of the juices from her front, before using those same digits to slide down her taint and begin to rub the edges of the small pucker between her butt cheeks, coating its rim with her love nectar.
He gave a small smile when he saw the shudder that ran through her body, and the bedroom once more filled with her moans of pleasure as he resumed licking her moist pink folds. At the same time, the hand stroking between her cheeks moved even deeper, slipping his middle finger inside her rear entrance, not stopping until it was buried to the knuckle in her back door.
"Oh, yes!" She cried out, bucking her hips briefly and squirming anew on the mattress, a clear sign that she was enjoying it. So Gato resumed licking her front, while he wiggled his engorged finger in the other end, softly teasing her rectal walls, and making his ministrations to her dripping sex even better.
He licked even faster now, tongue flicking up inside of her to stroke the ceiling of her love tunnel, his free hand moving to the apex of her nether lips, rubbing and pinching the hooded pink bud of her clitoris. Her moans became louder the more he worked her sensitive nub, to the point where he was sure the rest of the house could hear. But that didn't matter. Earlier they'd heard the passionate moans from other couples working their way through the walls of this bedroom, so Iroha's contributions were just a mere drop of water in the ocean of sex that had overtaken most of the mansion.
So he continued his frontal assault with both tongue and fingers, while the hand at her opposite hole pumped in and out of her sensitive anus. He was a little surprised at how loose it felt, expecting her butthole to be tighter than Jenet's, but he assumed that Iroha had her reasons. And it was not like that made it any less enjoyable. He pulled his finger halfway out of her ass before thrusting up inside her again, wiggling it to tease her rectum, and all the while the fingers of his other hand kept pinching and stroking her hot pink love button, reducing the maid to a mass of putty that could do little except lay there and moan.
"Oh, Gato-san!" She cried. "Oooooh, yes, it's so good!" It had been so long since she'd had a lover who was so skilled with their mouth, and positioned as she was gave her an excellent view of him working both her holes, which made her feel even hotter, rapidly pushing her towards a much-needed climax. He continued his perfect sexual trifecta: the finger up her ass pumping and squirming, his tongue lashing into her vaginal passage, slapping against her spongy pink walls, while his other hand pinched and twerked her clitoris, every movement working in harmony with the other two.
So it was no surprise that after a few minutes, she was bucking her hips against his face, and then shortly after that, was screaming her ecstasy to the rafters, the walls of her sex convulsing in a powerful orgasm that shook her to her core. Gato opened his mouth and lapped as she came hard, her juices squirting from her open slit.
Finally, the outpouring slowed to a trickle, the spasms in her birth canal subsided, and Iroha blew out a shaky breath, feeling her climax recede and her heart rate begin to slow. Still breathing hard, she let her arms fall to her sides and brought her legs back down to rest on the bed once more.
Gato stretched out alongside her and leaned in to place another ardent kiss on her soft, full lips. Iroha returned it with a hunger still not completely sated, her tongue working against his own lips, tasting the spendings of her passion that coated them. "That… was amazing. That thing you did with your finger up my butt while you were… no one's ever tried that on me before."
He flashed her a small smile, followed by another kiss, this one more gentle. "I'm glad you liked it. I just hope… that position didn't put too much strain on your bad leg."
She blushed a little now, sitting up on the mattress. "Well, actually, my ankle… wasn't really acting up." She reached down and undid the bandage, then tossed it to the floor. "I was just… pretending because… I was trying to get you to… I think the term they use is… 'make a move on me.'"
He raised an eyebrow at that, and for a split-second the rest of his face was unreadable. Iroha was starting to fear that she'd said too much, and was about to be berated for lying to him. Then he rolled his eyes, gave a small chuckle from the back of his throat. She'd never heard him laugh before, and he honestly couldn't remember the last time he had either. She blushed a little, feeling somewhat privileged that she'd gotten that response from him. He placed another soft kiss on her lips, followed by one on her neck. "Well, I'm… very glad you lied."
Iroha sat up on the bed, flashing her own radiant smile. "As am I." She wrapped her arms around him then and kissed him once more, this one more fervent, her lips and tongue mashing against his, while she softly stroked his long black hair, letting their contact rekindle the fire of lust that still throbbed in her nethers.
With their mouths still locked in passion, Iroha became more aggressive, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently guiding him down onto the mattress, their positions now reversed with her moving on top. In a rare moment of trust, Gato surrendered control and allowed her to lead their dance, until he was lying on his back, head propped on one of the pillows with this vision of beauty straddling his crotch, lips still working his with a torrid sexual frenzy while her huge, soft breasts rubbed up and down his firm pecs.
Gato's hands glided down the graceful swan-like curve of her back towards that breathtaking booty, once more giving each of her silky cheeks a big, hearty squeeze before settling into a routine of kneading and caressing her copious ass meat. Iroha moaned into his mouth, loving the feel of his strong hands on her, fondling her succulent rump, once more causing the juices of desire to flow anew within her. She was desperate to have him inside of her, but before that, she was going to work him up as much as possible, make him feel as good as he'd done for her.
She started small, trailing delicate kisses down his neck, feeling his built frame shudder underneath her body. He arched his head slightly and gasped when she flicked her tongue down his collarbone, and she paused to gaze up at his face, her bright baby blue irises now fully glassed over by lust.
"Relax, Gato-san," she whispered. "I promise you that you'll love this. I have… yet to meet a man who didn't." She traveled lower then. While her breasts drifted over the well-defined ridges of his abs, her rock-hard nipples rubbing softly on the solid muscle, her lips trailed soft kisses on his pecs. After another moment, her chest was level with the crotch of his trunks, now kissing him where her breasts had just been.
She glanced up and saw he appeared completely at ease now, his head on the pillow giving him a clear view of everything she was doing, much like her own position earlier had allowed her to see everything. Finally, her hands wrapped around his waistband and yanked down his shorts, slipping them off and tossing them to the floor.
It was now her turn to shudder at the sight of his exposed manhood, standing rigid and quivering amidst a thicket of black curls as full as her own bush. "Mmmm, such a handsome man," she purred. "I knew a man so strong would have such an impressive cock." She was anxious to feel it filling her womanhood, but first things first.
She started small, wrapping her fingers gently around the base and blowing cold air on his bulbous head, earning a shaky breath from her lover, blown harshly in and out. She smiled up at him, making sure he was watching before she next ran her tongue in circles around the tip, slow at first but then with slightly more speed, every now and then pausing to tease the small opening in his center. He showed his appreciation by loosely gripping her hair with one hand and letting out a series of low groans.
However, it was when she closed her lips around his head and began to slide down his shaft, taking his whole member into her moist mouth, that the noises of appreciation truly started in earnest. Iroha bobbed her head up and down, lips working every inch of his length. Once in a while, she would pause when she was at his base, feeling his tip tickle the back of her throat, then she would ascend, her tongue teasing him with small, fast little flicks, stopping at his tip to squeeze her lips around it before sliding back down again.
He moaned loudly, becoming extremely turned on by the sight as much as the sensation. He was running one hand through her soft raven hair while his other hand reached down and began to fondle the pleasing shape of her glutes, their dual arch reminding him of an 'M' with the way she was positioned.
"Iroha," he breathed, becoming lost in the incredible feeling of her mouth on his manhood, so hot and wet, yet softer than satin. This was nothing compared to the times Jenet had gone down on him, and not just because of the guilty conscience he suffered from back then, which had made him yield to temptation with the pirate queen. Iroha's technique was far superior to the blonde corsair. She moaned softly as she continued sucking him, a look of contentment on her angelic face. Gato continued to show his appreciation by fondling her hair, and her plump, toned buttocks.
A few minutes later, she pulled off of him completely, pausing to work his head between her lips before disengaging with a moist pop that earned another loud, guttural groan. He gazed down at her with a quiet look of admiration. In truth, he'd been dangerously close to his climax, but did not want to spend himself so soon, not before giving her what they both truly needed. Iroha smiled up at him and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I hope my fellatio was to your satisfaction, Gato-san," she said sweetly.
He smiled, lightly rubbing her cheek with the back of his hand while his other kept fondling her immaculate booty. "It was wonderful, Iroha, but please… don't speak to me like I'm one of your masters. I am just a man lucky enough to be in bed with the most beautiful woman he has ever met, and he considers you an equal."
She blushed a little at that, but he loved the way it brought out her angelic cheekbones. After a moment, she smiled back. "Thank you, Gato-san. I am… ready to receive you as an equal, if… you are ready as well." She moved on top of him, then, straddling him with her long legs, her hips raised in position to lower herself onto his member.
Gato stared in awe at the sight, her juices dripping from the entrance of her slit onto the head of his quivering penis. It was so captivating, he almost threw caution to the wind, but then found his senses and reached out, placing his hands around her thighs. "Wait. Iroha… before we go further, should… should I be wearing protection?"
She giggled and shook her head, placing a finger over his lips. "Don't worry about that," she whispered. "It will be all right. Trust me."
Through the lust glazing her eyes, Gato saw the conviction, and felt that he could trust her. He nodded, then, his own instincts overriding any further fear of the potential consequences of going in raw. "I'm ready, too, then."
So Iroha pressed down with her loins, impaling herself upon his manhood. He gasped as she slipped around him like a warm, soft glove until he was buried to the hilt in her wet, satiny folds.
Joined at last in the most intimate way possible with the man she'd lusted after for most of the party, the buxom beauty shut her eyes and simply savored the intoxicating feeling of her flesh being one with his. Then she began to ride him, grinding and bobbing with her hips, taking his member in and out of her tight love tunnel. Both lovers began to moan at the incredible feeling.
Once the overwhelming pleasure of initial penetration had subsided a little, Gato found himself staring in awe at the beautiful maid riding his cock. Her back arched gracefully, eyes shut and full lips parted, her large melon breasts shaking as she bobbed up and down on his manhood. Then he regained some control over his senses, enough for his hands to start roaming her succulent body.
Iroha's moans grew louder at his exploration of her seductive landscape, one minute stroking her toned thighs, the next gliding over the wide curve of her hips and the thatch of black curls on her mons, and then the next slipping behind her to squeeze those bountiful butt cheeks.
He gasped at the feeling of her rump meat jiggling beneath his fingers, that plump booty bouncing as she ground on his member, in perfect time with the shaking of her breasts. "Iroha… you're so beautiful!"
"Ahhh, Gato-san!" She cried, now impaling herself harder against him, loving how perfectly he filled her tight pussy. "You are too! Ooooooh, your cock… it's so good!"
"Oh, God! Iroha! It's… you feel so incredible. Your insides… they're so hot!"
"Ooooooh, it's… because you… made me so horny! Oh, Gato-san! I… I love your cock!"
"Oh, Iroha!" The hands around her butt started to squeeze and fondle it with more fervor, while Iroha increased the pace of her grinding. The smacking of her flesh against his from repeatedly impaling herself on his manhood grew louder, and the movements also caused her huge breasts to bounce more vigorously.
Gato stared up at her, mesmerized by the sight. Her back was arched so gracefully, those large mounds of pert, creamy flesh heaving up and down in time with her repetitive motions. His hands moved from her buttocks, drifting up over her abs, loving the feel of that toned, fit muscle under her baby soft skin, before finally closing around her breasts.
Her body shuddered at feeling him squeeze and stroke her voluptuous bosom. She found it incredible that those hands which could be so deadly in the fighting ring could be so tender, so gentle in the bedroom. She moaned louder and rode him harder, grinding for all she was worth. He clenched his teeth, groaning at that heavenly feeling, but also knowing if he didn't take control of the pace, he might go off before she did. Which he would consider a crime, when making love to such a gloriously beautiful creature.
So Iroha gave a small yelp when she suddenly felt him sit up to wrap his powerful arms around her, and then turn his whole body sharply to flip her onto her back. She was now laying supine on the mattress with him on top, still inside of her and once more holding her arms above her head, hands pinning her by her wrists.
"Ooh, Gato-san!" She squealed with delight, squirming beneath his muscular build. With his long black hair hanging loosely down his back and around his face, he looked so savage, so biblical. "You wish to have your way with me? Well, there's no way I could ever refuse a Quarterfinalist. Please… take me!"
Seeing her beneath him, her toned body glistening with sweat, plastering her jet-black bangs to her forehead, was too much for him. Still pinning her arms over her head, he pumped with his hips, slamming roughly into her, then pulled halfway out and did it again, moving into a steady rhythm. Iroha gasped and wrapped her legs around him, her thick thighs squeezing lightly against his midsection.
"Ooh, Gato-san!" He heard her cry. "Ooh, it's so good! It's been so long since I've felt such pleasure! Please… give me more!"
He was only too eager to comply, increasing his thrusts to two per second. The smacking of their flesh as he drove his member into her, as well as their moans of passion, reached a volume exceeding those of everyone else who was getting busy in the Garcia estate that night.
Iroha's eyes rolled back in her head, her legs around his waist tightened their grip, surrendering to the feeling of being dominated, of being ravaged. "Gato-san!" She cried. "Ooh, it's so good! I'm so close!"
"Ngh! So am I, Iroha!"
"Please, Gato-san! Cum inside of me! I told you… it will be all right!"
He paused at hearing that, gazing down into those brilliant blue eyes, seeing the longing in them… but also the conviction. Something that told him he could trust her. So he resumed, putting every ounce of strength he had into his thrusts, reveling in her tightness, the heat of her insides, the silky feel of her legs encircling his waist. Even on her back, her generous breasts bounced in time with his ravaging of her hot pussy, a sight that only made him go deeper and faster, reaching a speed of three per second.
Under that onslaught, it only took another minute for each of them to lose control. Iroha arched her head back and screamed to the rafters as an intense climax rippled within her tight sex, radiating pleasure through every nerve of her body. Feeling her walls clench around him, and the outpouring of her love juices basting his manhood, was enough to push Gato over the edge. He erupted inside of her, crying out in passion as he shot his creamy spunk into her womb. His intense spurts were in perfect timing with the spasms in her love tunnel, blasting almost a dozen times before the tide of his hot man gravy was reduced to a trickle, and then ceased altogether. Drained, he collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath.
For a time, all the two lovers could do was lay there and wait for their hearts to stop fluttering. Gato was resting his head between her breasts, feeling their pillowy softness and breathing in the pleasing musk of her sweat, mixed with the faint smell of jasmine and lavender. She had yet to release her grip on his lower torso with her legs, but that was only because she wanted to savor the feeling of having him inside of her for just a few minutes longer.
Not that he was complaining. Being pressed against her warm, soft body, wrapped in her silky gams, with her tight vaginal walls still clenching against his spent manhood… it was more satisfying than any afterglow he'd ever felt with Jenet, and he too wanted to savor it. Finally, he'd caught his breath enough to raise his head slightly, and release his grip on her wrists. As soon as she was free, she started to stroke his hair, gazing up at him with a smile both on her lips and also shining in her baby blue eyes. "Oh, Gato-san," she whispered. "You were incredible."
"Arigato, Utsukushī tori," he whispered, and leaned in to kiss her deeply. After they finished, she at last opened her legs, allowing him to pull out and roll over onto his back next to her. The second he was out of her, the rather impressive spendings of his passion began to leak in a steady stream from the entrance to her birth canal. Iroha quickly rose from the bed and found the piece of white cloth that had been her fundoshi lying on the floor. Grabbing it, she used it to wipe up the thick strings of his semen running down her inner thighs.
After she was satisfied that she'd gotten it all, she crumpled the rag and threw it into a corner of the room, then flopped back onto the bed, snuggling up against her lover. For a long time she just lay there, feeling his arm around her, reveling in the warmth of his fit, firm body. She could not remember the last time she'd been with a lover where she'd felt so satisfied.
Not that any of her past lovers had ever failed to bring her to orgasm. But none of them understood her loneliness, her longing to return to what was familiar. Gato was the first. Being with him helped ease her homesickness, and fill the missing piece that was in her heart. And though she knew that tomorrow she'd go back to Germany and he to America, for one night she could have a little taste of home, and pretend she was back in Japan. She sighed and shifted position slightly, pressing her cheek against his pec. She heard him sigh as well, felt him tighten his embrace and also lean down to kiss her forehead.
Several minutes went by before Gato felt her stir against him, followed by her soft, gentle voice in his ear. "Gato-san? Are you… feeling sleepy?"
"No," he answered.
A moment later, he could feel the incredible warmth of her heavenly body straddling his loins once more, and opened his eyes to gaze into that lovely visage. "Well, the reason I asked is… because I would like it very much if… we could go again. If you're feeling up to that."
Though he did not say it out loud, at this moment there was nothing he would deny her. He smiled and reached around, his hands once more cupping her buttocks. "I would… love to join with you again, Iroha. I just need a few more minutes."
Feeling his masculine, yet tender touch on her body was once again getting Iroha's juices flowing. She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips, while gently rubbing her breasts against his pecs. She felt a shudder run through his body, especially when she began to slide the pleasing curve of those perfect butt cheeks up and down his flaccid member, which had been resting on his thigh. Feeling her ample assets working his length was quickly getting the blood flowing to his loins once more, strengthening his second wind.
When she could feel his manhood start to stiffen again, poking against one of her plump glutes, she paused their kiss to come up for air, and summoned enough courage to make her next request. He could tell something was up by the way her face grew red around the edges. "Is something wrong, Iroha?" He whispered.
"Well…" he felt her fidget on top of him, and even those small movements of her hips and ass on his body only served to strengthen his erection. "I… I want to do something with you, Gato-san. Something I… have done before, with other lovers. But… since those lovers were all… my former Masters, I was… simply allowing them to take their pleasure from me because I was… honor bound to serve them. But tonight, it would be a very special gift that I choose to give to you. But it's not… traditional sex, which is why… I'm worried you might say no."
He could sense her tension, so he moved to take both her hands in his, giving them a reassuring squeeze while he gazed up into the limpid sapphires of her eyes. "What are you asking me to do, Iroha?"
The reassuring look in his dark brown eyes put her at ease, so she relaxed a little and went on. "Well, Gato-san… you've already marked my womanhood with your seed. So now, I would like you… to take me in my… other hole."
Confusion marred his face. "You mean… your mouth?"
"No, Gato-san. I mean… my other hole." As she spoke, she shook her breathtaking booty against his now stiff member, hoping he would take the hint.
He did rather quickly, having also experienced this form of mating with his old teammate. This caused a rare swell of emotions to run through him. He felt honored by the fact that Iroha wanted to do such a thing with him, but at the same time… he felt real concern at what might go wrong. "Iroha… there's nothing I want more than to give that to you, but… you're sure I won't hurt you?"
She smiled warmly, and leaned in to lick his lips. "You won't hurt me. Just… let me get a few things so we can prepare."
Getting off of him, then, she rose from the bed and walked over to her travel bag. Gato moved into a sitting position on the mattress, but couldn't see what she was looking for. Finally, she turned back to him with a vibrator in one hand, and a bottle of massage oil in the other.
For a moment, his brow quirked again, and he actually laughed a little for the second time that night. "I see you came prepared."
At first she'd looked a little nervous, but hearing him laugh soon set her mind at ease. "Yes," she said. "I came here hoping to meet someone to spend the night with, but if that didn't happen, I wanted to be ready to… satisfy myself. But… I can still make use of these things." She moved back towards the bed and offered her lover the bottle of oil. "Please… Gato-san. Get my butt ready for your cock."
He smiled and moved over on the mattress, patting the empty comforter next to him. "Lay down, please, Iroha-chan."
She blushed a little at hearing him use that familiar honorific, something she was not expecting, but she eagerly welcomed it. "If you insist, Gato-san." Soon she was stretched out next to him on her stomach, arms tucked up underneath her chin. She giggled and shimmied her hips just a little, sending a slight tremor through her copious ass meat.
Gato found himself unable to do anything but stare at the sight, the lubricant in his hand forgotten for a moment. In her prone position, those immaculate butt cheeks were flattening just a bit, wider on the bottom than they were at the top, but still rose prominently upward, forming two perfect symmetrical curves separated by a deep crevasse that housed the most sacred orifice a woman could offer her lover.
Just as impressive were the pronounced dimples, one at the apex of those perfect glutes, where they met with her lower back, and also the two beneath, where her soft butt fat joined with the firmer flesh of her toned thighs. It was the most incredible sight that he'd seen in a while, and he couldn't believe she was even allowing him access to it, in an even greater show of trust than letting him violate her front. "Iroha," he whispered. "You're so beautiful. Every inch of you is perfection."
"Thank you, Gato-san," she whispered back. "I'm ready whenever you are."
His eyes flicked down to the small bottle of oil, finally remembering it again. Instead of squirting it onto his hand first, he applied a generous amount to each of her cheeks, then set the oil on the nightstand and moved to straddle her legs with his, giving him the optimum position from which to work.
It wasn't long before Iroha's moans filled the bedroom once more, her pulse racing at feeling Gato's strong hands caressing her backside, greasing up every inch of her plump, flawless booty. Her warm flesh was smoother than silk, made even more so by the oil spread glistening on her rump. He worked her in a circular motion with just the right amount of pressure, feeling her butt fat ripple beneath his fingers, spreading her cheeks apart one moment, pushing them together the next. Once again, he felt himself overcome by lust, and did his best to try and grab two handfuls of her divine meat.
The slickness from the oil only made her flesh slip from his fingers when he tried to squeeze it, sending small tremors through her glorious rump roast, making it jiggle ever so slightly. Iroha giggled and gave another shimmy of her wide hips, causing even more movement in her butt fat. The sight only served to send a strong surge of blood to Gato's already stiff member, making it hard enough to the point where he felt it could punch a hole through the wall.
Much as he desired her, however, he still was not finished getting her ready. She'd been sufficiently oiled on the outside, but not within, and the last thing he would do to her was risk hurting her by going in dry. Grabbing one of her plump cheeks, he managed to spread the slippery flesh enough to reveal the small pucker of her anus. From this angle, it seemed just a little wider than it did on the women he'd been with in the past, but still no point in taking chances.
He grabbed the massage oil from the nightstand and squirted a generous amount onto Iroha's butthole. He saw a shudder run through her divine body as the lube was applied, and then his hands resumed their prep work, fingers now slipping into her crevasse to massage the sensitive muscles of her anal rim.
He started with slight pressure, fingers lightly brushing the edges of her pucker, then pressing a little harder, the middle digits of each hand sliding up and down her rim while his index fingers slipped inside her, reveling in her incredible warmth.
Iroha gasped and whimpered at his touch, loving the feel of his hands working her anus. "Oh, Gato-san," she moaned. "I… I love your touch. I… I can't wait to feel that beautiful cock of yours inside of my ass."
He responded by increasing the speed of his rubbing, sending fresh waves of pleasure shooting outwards from her rim to envelop the rest of her beautiful butt. Hearing her moan, feeling her squirm under his touch, was making him painfully hard to the point where he was sure ninety percent of the blood in his body was in his cock, and also to where he could feel his self-control start to waiver. He leaned forward, then, hands wrapping around Iroha's shoulders while he started to rub his tip against one of her soft, slippery butt cheeks. "Iroha-chan," he whispered into her ear. "I want you so badly. I need you. Please… tell me you're ready."
"I'm more than ready, Gato-san," she gasped. "But… not in this position. Please… get off me."
Using the last vestige of chivalry still remaining through the lust clouding his mind, he managed to do as she asked. Once she was unencumbered by his weight, Iroha got up and gave him a deep, wet kiss on his lips, followed by using her hands to guide him into a sitting position on the middle of the mattress. He was about to ask what she had in mind when she turned around so that the glorious sight of her oiled bottom was facing him, and then she moved onto his lap.
He tilted his head back and groaned when he felt her plump butt cheeks pressing against his member, which slipped in between them like a hot dog nestled in a bun. His hands wrapped around her hips, ready to penetrate the true Holiest of Holies, but before he could, she surprised him by lifting both her legs off the ground, and then spreading them wide… wider… wider still… beyond the limits of most women. He stared dumbstruck in awe and admiration as she continued to open her legs into a full split on his lap, not stopping until each limb was jutting outward on either side, perpendicular to the rest of her body, ankles resting on opposite edges of the mattress.
"Iroha…" she heard the amazement in his voice and smiled. "This is incredible. Are you sure… you'll be comfortable?"
"Oh, yes, Gato-san," she purred. "I'm very flexible. I'll be able to hold this position as long as necessary. But before we begin, please… hand me my vibrator?"
Focusing through the blinding fog of his need, Gato managed to find the toy sitting on the mattress next to him and passed it to her. Iroha accepted it, then slipped it inside of her front entrance until it was buried to the hilt in her moist pink folds. When it was fully engorged, she switched it on, gasping as the gentle, pulsing thrum of the silicone shaft sent waves of pleasure through her very aroused pussy. That done, she placed her hands on his knees to stabilize herself, and at last it was time. "I'm ready, Gato-san. Take me!"
He needed no further instruction. His hands once more gripping her hips, he slid his cock up and down the crevasse between her glistening butt cheeks, until he felt his bulbous head line up with her well-lubricated anus. With a sudden upward movement of his hips, he pushed himself inside of her with less effort than he thought it would take, a low, almost primal grunt issuing from his mouth as he buried his full length inside of her back door.
Aroused as he was, it took all his discipline to keep from cumming instantly. The heat was intense, and despite the fact that her opening appeared a little wider than what he was used to, she was still extremely tight. Her soft rectal walls clenched around him like a new pair of socks, and any fear he felt that he might be hurting her was very quickly assuaged by her loud moaning, and the fact that she began to grind her ass against him.
Gripping her more tightly, he began to thrust upwards in a steady rhythm, sliding out halfway before bucking his hips to engorge himself completely in her again, quickly achieving two per second as he had when ravaging her pussy.
Soon their moans were once more filling the bedroom, this time loud enough to wake some of the other couples who had finished their own love-play a short while ago and were now trying to sleep. Some of them scratched their heads, wondering who could be making so much noise. If they only knew, their mouths might come open in disbelief.
But neither one cared about their volume. Gato continued thrusting upwards into her tight rear, amazed at her intense heat and how her rectal muscles clenched around him, though the lubrication from earlier still allowed him to glide in and out with no effort. He also stared in awe at the sight of her well-muscled gams still splayed outwards and to the sides in a very precarious split, showing off how incredibly limber she was. But even more tantalizing to watch was her plump, oiled buttocks jiggling like overfilled water balloons in time with his onslaught and her grinding.
He moved one hand from her hip to try and squeeze one of those perfect cheeks, but found it too slippery to get a grip. So instead he reared back with that hand and slapped her dead center, sending fresh ripples through her already bouncing butt fat. This earned a cry of pleasure from Iroha, so he slapped her again.
"Aaaaah!" The lovely maid cried out at the pleasurable sting on her glistening rear. She was unable to even say his name, as the incredible feeling of having both her pussy and ass stuffed at the same time had reduced her to a whimpering mass of putty. Her mouth hung open, as the dual sensations of the vibrator churning away at her love tunnel and the handsome Japanese warrior churning at the opposite hole fogged her vision and pushed the pleasure centers of her nervous system beyond their limits. Instead, she simply kept grinding in time with his thrusting, crying out whenever she felt him smack her bottom.
"Iroha!" He groaned her name through clenched teeth, putting every last ounce of strength he had into ravaging her perfect booty, not letting up with his thrusting. "This is incredible! Aaaaah, it's… like nothing I've ever felt!"
"Aaaaah, Gato-san!" She cried out. "I… I'm losing my mind! It's soooooo good. Aaaah, please don't stop. Fuck my ass harder!"
"Iroha! I'll do anything you ask! For tonight… I'm yours!"
"And I am yours!"
So he thrust even harder, once again achieving three per second, sending droplets of sweat flying off their bodies. He was pumping her rectum so fast his loins became a blur, while at the same time his hands slipped around to her front to tightly squeeze her bountiful breasts, which had been jiggling just as much as her backside. But he could feel a familiar stirring and knew he was not going to be able to last much longer.
The inevitable climax was looming dangerously close for Iroha as well. The warm feeling of the vibrator thrumming away at her pussy was only made more intense by Gato ravaging her perfect ass. She was by no means a virgin when it came to anal, but this was definitely in the top tier. The lovely Butt-Maid lasted only a few more seconds before her orgasm finally took her. She arched her head back towards the ceiling and screamed in passion as the walls of her sex convulsed around the silicone shaft of her toy, which shot violently out of her a moment later from the mighty squirt of her juices overflowing.
Gato could feel her nectar pouring out over his thighs, and he gave one final thrust into her tight anus before he too lost it. His second orgasm was bigger than his first, a mighty eruption of his thick semen firing inside her rear, painting her rectal walls white. His own cries echoed along with hers as he drained his manhood deep inside her legendary ass.
Iroha felt his penis give one last convulsion, one final huge burst of spunk, and then his hands slipped from her breasts and he fell backwards onto the mattress, completely spent. With his member still buried balls-deep within her, Iroha managed to move her legs forward and get her feet back on the ground before she too let the fatigue of their love-making overtake her, her sweating form collapsing back on top of his.
For a time they could nothing except lay there, chests heaving, every muscle aching from the exertion. Minutes ticked by and their eyes remained shut, while they waited for the world to stop spinning and the strength to flow back into their limbs.
Finally, when he felt he could move his arms, Gato wrapped them both around the voluptuous maid, one hand cupping her breast while the other fondled the dense thicket of black hair on her mons. "Iroha-chan," he breathed, peppering her neck with soft kisses. "You're the most incredible woman I've ever met."
Iroha shuddered at his touch before finally lifting herself off his lap, gasping as his cock slid out of her butthole, then turned towards him to rest her head on his shoulder. "Oh, Gato-san," she whispered. "That was fantastic. I haven't had a man like you in so long. You're terrific!"
The two lay above the covers for a little longer, savoring the afterglow of their frenzied mating. Finally, when she felt her pulse had calmed enough, Iroha gave Gato a kiss on his forehead and rose from the bed. "I'll be right back," she said. "I have to go… use the facilities." Picking up her vibrator off the floor, the buxom cutie moved to the door, grabbed a towel off the peg hanging there, and after wrapping it around her torso, stepped out into the hall.
While his lover was off in one of the mansion's many bathrooms, cleaning her toy and tending to all of a woman's usual post-coital necessities, Gato turned down the sheets on the dry side of the bed, arranged the pillows as best he could, then climbed in and awaited her return.
He was dozing lightly when he heard her re-enter the room and opened his eyes just in time to see Iroha locking the door, before slipping off her towel and crossing over to where he lay, a bright smile on her sweet, angelic face, which only made her voluptuous naked body look all the more appetizing. She climbed eagerly into the bed, curled up against Gato, and lost herself in his strong embrace with a contented sigh. He reached over and shut off the bedside light, then just held her close, letting out his own sigh, his hands softly stroking her lower back while he breathed in the perfume of her hair.
"Were you satisfied, Iroha-chan?" He asked her, after they'd spent several minutes continuing to enjoy the afterglow that still hung all around them.
"Completely," the maid said in a soft voice, another sigh escaping her lips, head resting on one of his pecs while she lightly ran her fingers over the opposite one. "I truly needed this, Gato-san, and I'm so grateful to you for giving it to me. I just… hope it was good for you, too."
"It was the best I've ever had," he said with a rare smile, before pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss. All the past times he'd shared Jenet's bed it had never felt like "making love", just a sense of obligation, an answering of the most basic primal need. Sex with Iroha felt like so much more than that. He wasn't quite sure that the warm feeling in his chest was love, but it was something that he felt was born of their common heritage and mutual respect.
"Really?" Iroha asked after their mouths separated.
"Yes. I mean that."
"I'm glad, then." She treated him to another radiant smile before placing a kiss on his neck, then settling against him once more.
There was another protracted silence, during which time they simply enjoyed the presence of each other. He felt her left thigh draped over his legs, her warm slit pressing on his hip, her breasts squishing against the side of his torso, while his own hand had moved down to rest gently on the delicious swell of her buttocks. Finally, he heard her speak again. "This has been such a perfect night. I wish it didn't have to end."
Still cupping her bottom, he moved his other hand slowly up the smooth, graceful curve of her back until it rested in her hair. "I know what you mean," he said, gazing into those incredible blue eyes of hers. "But the sun will rise, like it always does."
"I know," she said with a wistful sigh. "And we have duties and obligations that keep us in different parts of the world. So… I understand that tomorrow, we must part ways. But… I would like it very much if… the gods were ever kind enough to let us meet again, perhaps… we could… spend some more time being intimate with each other, just like this?"
He laughed in spite of himself, for the second time that night. It had been too long since he had, but this woman made it too easy for him. He knew that Jenet would refer to what Iroha had just described as a "booty call," but the fact that the crane maid had phrased it the way she did only added to her charm. "I'd like that very much, Iroha-chan. When we meet again, not if. I doubt that tomorrow will be goodbye."
"I think you're right," she said, a smile spreading over her full red lips. "My Master loves fighting, so if there's ever another tournament somewhere, I'm sure he'll attend. And he'll likely need his servants there, as well."
"Then I'll look forward to seeing you there, where and whenever that is."
"And I you, Gato-san." They shared another deep kiss, and from there the lovers felt fatigue finally starting to take them. Iroha spent her last few minutes in the waking world snuggling against him, and reflecting on everything that had happened this night. Whenever she'd had a lover in the past, it was always one of the masters she served. Her duties as a maid, and also her predicament in being trapped in this century, prevented her from really having a social life.
Some of the men she'd given herself to had been very good, some not so much. But tonight had been a new experience for her… making love to someone who was not her master, and also not out of any sense of duty. Though she was only ever physical with a master whom she felt was worthy of bedding her, it was still something she considered part of her oath of service to them. But there was none of that here. Just casual sex with a partner who saw her as an equal. This was something she'd never done before, and it was one of the things that made Gato the best she'd ever had as well. And so she fell asleep with a smile on her face, while wrapped in his muscular arms.
Gato stayed awake a little longer, looking down at her and just marveling at her physical and spiritual beauty, and the simple purity of her being. As he felt the dream world starting to creep up on him as well, he could finally say that he was glad he came to this after-party.
He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Iroha's eyes. "Oyasumi, utsukushī tori," he whispered, before finally drifting off himself, sleeping peacefully for the first time in many nights.
Fin.
ADDITIONAL NOTES
Iroha's ankle injury is actually canon in the SamSho series. I honestly didn't even notice this until fellow SNK fanfic author LordRyuTJ pointed it out, but her character models in both SamSho 6 and 2019 have a bandage around their left ankle, which is likely a nod to the Japanese parable of "The Crane Wife," one of the things that inspired the makers of the SamSho games when they came up with Iroha.
Namazake – According to what I've read, it's a variety of sake that is sweeter than most, like port wine or sherry, and it's recommended that you serve it chilled with dessert.
That moment when Gato asked Iroha about protection, and she told him not to worry: one of my HCs with Iroha is that she can't get pregnant because she's not actually human.
Utsukushī tori – Japanese for "beautiful bird." And Oyasumi is Japanese for "good night."
Also wanted to point out that even though she has slept with some of her past Masters, Iroha is NOT easy in my fics. If you've read "Sexual Healing 2," you'll know that she doesn't spread her legs for just anyone, only people who she respects, and who she knows will show her the same. This probably came up in her conversation with Gato.
And that's all for now. Once again, I may take up smoking, because I am craving a cigarette right now. I'm leaving this fic as incomplete because I'm toying with the idea of writing a "morning after" chapter, which involves Gato, Iroha, and several of the other party-goers having breakfast the following day. We'll see how that goes.
In the meantime, please feel free to R and R. And until my next smut fic: stay thirsty!