End the Night
Chapter One
"Look at you, wearin' modern clothes!" Mutsunokami hurried towards Hizen. The wakizashi stood outside their master's hotel room.
"Be quiet." Hizen turned away from him.
Kotegiri and Midare did a great job tailoring Hizen's outfit: form fitting black dress pants, vest, and blood red shirt. The two of them nearly matched; Mutsunokami's top was only a few shades lighter.
"What's taking them so long?" Hizen crossed his arms. Chefs prepared dishes as the sage got ready; the food was going cold at the reception.
"Master's got to look her best for these occasions." Mutsunokami faced the door. She was always stunning in her dresses. He opened the door and stepped into the room - he couldn't wait!
"Yoshiyuki-san!" Midare waved at the uchigatana with a makeup brush.
"We just finished!" Kotegiri raised the hair curler wand up.
The vanity mirror framed Sen's reflection: light touches of eyeshadow, lipstick, and rouge coloured her face. Her dark eyelashes were longer and thicker. When she stood, her black hair cascaded in waves over her back.
Sen turned to face Mutsunokami. Her strapless cream dress embraced her curves and the skirt twirled with her movements; the hem brushed the floor.
"We should go to the reception now," she said.
Mutsunokami blinked. Right, the Time Government expected to see them soon.
As Sen and the swords made their way to the reception hall, Mutsunokami stayed at the back of the group. The dress hugged her hips, the curves of her rear, and outline of her legs. If he got closer to her, his body would react in a certain way.
Everyone at the reception was either a Time Government employee, sage, or tsukumogami in formal suits and dresses.
Sen's posture was straight as eyes turned towards her group. Makeup hid any and all blemishes on her face.
"Look, Hizen!" Mutsunokami pointed at a table: it had trays of finger sandwiches, sushi, and skewered seafood. "You want to try all of them?"
"Stay away from me." Hizen headed towards the food, lining up with other guests.
"Humans occupy themselves with formalities to improve relations." Chouson stroked his chin. "It's a tradition that's been done for thousands of years."
"Celebratin' is fun too, Teach," Mutsunokami said. These after meeting events were supposed to draw the citadel and its governing body close. "This happens annually. The Time Government always pay for our hotels and transportation to meet with us."
"They don't compensate for our wardrobe, yet our master makes us look our best. In eras past, daimyo and their families made processions and lived near the shogun, rotating members every six months to a year." He smoothed his hand over his navy shirt collar.
Chouson researched the past to evaluate the present. Could it apply to future events too? Why mimic an archaic practice?
"If we didn't come here, would we be in trouble?" asked Mutsunokami. The shogun's words were ignored on pain of death. Those who defied the rules dared to build a different world.
"We'll never know, unless it happens." Chouson's glasses reflected light as he slid it up his nose's bridge.
It wouldn't happen; the sages never defied the government's orders for the sake of the past, present, and future. Mutsunokami had questions for Sen. Currently, she listened to a government representative and his wife. Her face was neutral as the couple shared a laugh. The rouge and buttermilk eyeshadow hid any of her emotions.
"Hey, Sen-chan, sit on my lap." Mutsunokami sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. The black pants hugged his broad legs.
Sen met and spoke with many people tonight. Yet, she barely said a word to her lover. She sat across his lap and leaned back on his biceps. Her ear was by his chest as his heart beat.
"Sen-chan, why does the Time Government make you come to Tokyo annually?"
"Because they want to talk to me in-person about the war." She closed her eyes.
"But this era has the tech for you to communicate with them online." She already did that on weekly, virtual meetings. All that needed to be covered could be done on a call. Why create an annual occasion to see the sage and some of the swords?
"I have to make my case in-person." In the conference hall, she felt the weight of the government officials' gazes and questions as she and Hakata reviewed and justified their request for more resources. What she asked for, every time, was to ensure everyone in the citadel was prepared for battle.
"They're a pain to deal with, eh?" Mutsunokami kissed the side of her head. "You're workin' hard for all of us. Do you know how much we appreciate you?"
"You risk your lives for my cause." Sen stared at his red dress shirt. She avoided his question. They all worked hard for everyone else's sake.
Mutsunokami ran his thumb and fingers through Sen's tresses; it was buttery soft between his digits and glossy under lamp light. The black curls resumed their wavy shape as Mutsunokami trailed through her locks.
"The wand did its magic, Sen-chan."
She never curled her hair before. Rinko, the other saniwa, had maidservants style her hair regularly, while Sen kept hers long and straight. She didn't have a choice; growing up, one of her brothers snipped her hair out of spite and when she was taken to Kyoto for sage training, her wardrobe consisted of only shrine maiden uniforms. For her Coming of Age Ceremony, Rinko was kind enough to commission a kimono for her.
Mutsunokami's hair was worth adoration too. No matter how much she combed his hair, the brown curls bounced back; his appearance manifested in a certain way and it couldn't be changed.
Sen reached behind his shoulder to sweep the hair on his back to the front of his black vest. Running her fingers through it, his tresses were as soft and shiny as hers. She kissed some of the strands on his chest.
"You want to touch me all night? I've got other places you can feel." His chuckle shook through them. He squeezed her rear. "What do you want to do, Sen-chan?"
"Mu-chan..."
"Hm?" He leaned towards her, smiling. No matter where they were, he was always close to her.
Mutsunokami stroked his hand up and down Sen's yellow skirt. The silk was smooth. She parted her legs. Mutsunokami slipped his hand into the dress to reach her panties.
"Are you tired? Do you want to wait til tomorrow?" Mutsunokami said. They could stop now, bathe, and go to sleep. That was a quiet way to end the night. But why should they go gently? In this hotel room, they could do whatever they wanted.
"Continue, Mu-chan."
"Huh, continue what? Is there somethin' you want from me?" He grinned at her, waiting for an answer. His hand pressed on her panties.
The rouge on her face obscured her light blush; Sen felt the heat on her cheeks. She had to tell him what she wanted another way. Sen reached between her legs to place a hand over his. Their fingers rubbed her white underwear.
"I think I know what you want, Sen-chan. I've done this a lot." His fingers ran up and down and circled her lower lips; wetness spread across her panties. Mutsunokami curled and grinded his fingers over her clitoris.
"M-Mu-chan." Sen squeezed her thighs together and shivered from pleasure running up her spine.
"It feels good, huh?" he said it by her ear. He kissed her brow.
Mutsunokami withdrew his hand from her skirt and groped her breasts. Her nipples poked against the cream fabric as his palm squeezed and wandered over her tits. They were so soft and big, he could do this forever. Sen arched her back and pushed her bosom into his grasp - she burned all over, especially between her legs and chest as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. When Mutsunokami's fingers resumed touching her between her legs, her panties squelched with fluids.
"F-faster, Mu-chan," Sen panted and grasped his sleeve; the fabric was as smooth as her dress.
"You want to come now?" Mutsunokami snickered. He gave her so many orgasms, yet she never bored of it; if anything, she only wanted more.
She nodded; her face burned with a blush under her makeup. Her hips grinded against his hand, shifting her skirt.
"Okay, I'll do it 'cause you begged, Sen-chan." Mutsunokami's fingers stroked her clit. She squeezed her thighs as he rubbed her. Everything between her legs tensed up and trembled as his fingers quickened massaging her.
When Sen came, she clung to Mutsunokami's sleeve with both hands. Her shudder shook through both of them. Her curled hair swayed back and forth around her yellow dress and on his pants. Mutsunokami wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her close. As she shook, squeezed, and came, he still found space to rub her folds.
Sen's legs went limp on his lap. She panted on his hard chest; her warm breath seeped through his vest. All he saw was her black hair. Even when they were alone, she hid her feelings from the whole world.
"Heh." His fingers glistened with her clear fluids. He sucked on them as she recovered. She tasted tangy; he couldn't tell if her fluids were thick or thin since he pleasured her through her panties. "Do you want to keep goin'? I can make you come all night like this or we can do other things."
They'd be unfulfilled if they ended the night here. She was too tired to take him in her; she couldn't ride him and give and take each others' words, touches, and fluids like they wanted, but she'd do other things to him.
Sen stood. The skirt's hem circled around her feet. Her dress shifted downward, exposing cleavage. Her black hair fell in ringlets behind her pale shoulders.
Mutsunokami smiled as he leaned back and pressed his hands on the bed to balance himself.
"You're the hottest woman in the world. Did you know that?"
Sen flushed and turned away from him. After everything they had said and done to each other, that comment ranked as the most embarrassing.
"I'm not takin' that back," Mutsunokami said. He wanted her to know she was beyond beautiful and deserved everything in the whole wide world.
Sen turned her face towards him. Mutsunokami inhaled; the black vest and red dress shirt hugged around his chest and waist. He spread his legs apart. The black pants were snug around his muscled calves and thighs. His bulge protruded and the zipper shifted down to accommodate its growing size.
"C'mon, Sen-chan, we can't wait forever." Mutsunokami stroked his thighs up and down. His amber eyes glinted light as he watched for her next move.
Sen knelt between his legs. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. His bulge poked against his underwear. Sen set her arms on his thighs; she needed support to stay upright as her loins still ached after climaxing. Mutsunokami stroked her hands; his touch was smooth and slicked in their fluids.
Sen slipped his hard cock out of his garments. Her fingers ran up his dick's veins and tip. It was wet with precum. His erection needed both her hands to grasp its full length.
"Don't you know how big I am? No one's fucked me more than you." Mutsunokami chuckled. His statement was true. What she did now added to their number of encounters.
Sen sucked his tip. From the top to the bottom of the cock's head, her mouth bobbed back and forth. His erection was so thick and hard on her lips; it was where it belonged. His salty precum reached the back of her throat and she salivated as she sucked him off. His legs nudged her shoulders as she pleasured him.
"Heh, your lipstick's smearin' my dick." His laughter shook through him and her mouth.
Sen latched off his erection. The parts where her lips touched his dick had a light pink smear. Her saliva ran down his cock; a trail trickled down her chin and onto his slicked dick.
"You should use different colours, Sen-chan. I want to see what it looks like when you're wearin' red or purple on your lips."
She'd have to purchase several tubes, run the lipsticks along her lips to apply a thick layer, and suck Mutsunokami off with each colour to satisfy his curiosity. Why stop there? She could leave kiss marks on his jaw, nipples, and abs. She'd consider buying them later.
Mutsunokami ran his hand through her hair. Her black tresses cascaded through his fingers and fell along Sen's back. He placed his thumb and finger under her chin and tipped her gaze up. Her lips swelled red from sucking his cock.
Mutsunokami grinned at her efforts. His chest heaved as he panted from her blowjob. His vest and shirt buttons pulled at the seams, ready to burst.
"Mu-chan, can you unbutton your top?"
"This is gettin' good, eh?" He chuckled and undid his vest. Starting from the top, he unbuttoned his red shirt. His bulging chest, abs, and bandages were bared before her. Some of his scars were visible on his abs.
Sen squeezed his cock as she licked her lips. Mutsunokami chuckled and nuzzled his knee on her shoulder.
"You like what you see, Sen-chan? My dick's waitin' for you."
Sen had delayed everything because she wanted to take in every detail of him, from sucking his cock and observing all his muscles. She rubbed his inner thighs; like this, she didn't need to worry about the outside world.
Though, Mutsunokami waited long enough for her. Sen stroked his dick up and down; she squeezed, loosened, then tightened her grip in succession. Her knuckles grazed his abs. As she pumped him, his waist bandages tensed on the back of her hand. She licked along his shaft wherever her hand didn't cover his cock. Mutsunokami groaned at her movements and bucked his erection in her grip.
Her eyes were half-lidded and hidden by eyeshadow and long dark lashes as she was engrossed by his cock and the precum dripping out.
"If only you could see how hot you are." Mutsunokami sucked his breath in as she caressed his balls.
Sen squeezed and licked his testicles while her other hand stroked his cock. His dick and balls glistened with clear fluids. When his thighs suddenly twitched, his abs tightened and he arched back. As Mutsunokami came, Sen pointed his cock up and stroked him as his semen spurted and landed on his abs and bandages. The white substance speckled his black pants and vest and rolled down the garments. His warm seed flowed down her hand and wrist.
Mutsunokami fell back on the mattress. The whole bed sighed as he shook. Sen left his half-hard cock sticking to his bandages as she stood. Mutsunokami's tanned muscles tensed and relaxed as his chest heaved. The semen on his abs glistened and rolled down his sides. She had transformed him into this state, as she had done so many times before. They'd do this again, as soon as they could.
"Hey, Sen-chan." Mutsunokami patted the blanket. "Aren't you tired? Come sleep with me."
"After we clean up, Mu-chan." They had plenty of time to cuddle later.
The Coming of Age Day is meant to celebrate those who've reached adulthood. Participants usually wear traditional dress and style their hair.
Shoguns required daimyo to travel back and forth between the capital and their domains to keep them in check. Wives and children were also participants in this.