Exchange of Glances
The sage wanted Yamanbagiri alone again. He thought she was done with him after they coupled while he was blindfolded. She somehow liked their liaison enough to take him again, without Mutsunokami. While he was grateful he performed to her liking, he had to live up to their previous encounter.
Though, this time, something was different.
Sen combed her long black hair in front of a mirror. She wore a dark schoolgirl's outfit, rather than her usual shrine maiden attire. Yamanbagiri sat seiza by her bedroom shoji. Where did she find that? Why was she wearing that? Did she get this outfit just for him?
"Do you like this uniform?"
Was she asking him? The dark top hugged her round bosom and the skirt embraced her hips and rear. Her knees and calves were bare. Her body, hidden and revealed, was alluring and attractive. He knew the warmth and pleasure her form offered.
"I brought it when I moved into the citadel. Mutsunokami found it recently." Sen set her comb on the tatami mat and turned to Yamanbagiri.
He kept his gaze down. No doubt she and Mutsunokami coupled while she wore the uniform. Now, it was Yamanbagiri's turn to take her. Of course, he was the second one to have her while Mutsunokami was the first; he knew what he was doing.
"...why are you dressed like that?"
"Because I thought you would like it. Do you want to be here right now?" Sen asked. "Should Mutsunokami join us?"
"...yes, no, I mean..." He pulled his hood over his face. What question was he trying to answer?
Sen sat seiza in front of Yamanbagiri. He stared down at his lap. Her bare knees and dark skirt were an inch away from touching him. No matter what, she was the sage, regardless of what she wore. She was more patient with him than he deserved.
"Ya-chan, can we come closer? Can I touch you?"
He gulped. Once she made her move, he'd lose himself in her. His cock started stirring in his pants.
"...yes, if you think I'm worth your time."
"Of course you are." Sen wrapped her hand around the one that pulled his hood down over his face. His blond bangs and teal eyes were spotted under his hood. She rubbed the back of his hand, his palm. They were soft despite the chores and combat he engaged in. His fingers uncurled off his cloak as her hand's warmth grew in his grasp. Her touch possessed a healing effect no one else had on him. No matter the wounds the revisionists inflicted on him, when she dabbed the uchiko ball on him, his bruises and scabs vanished off his body, as if nothing had happened.
Sen rubbed his lap, ran her fingers along his maroon pants, and up his thighs. When she reached his bulge, Yamanbagiri stiffened, breath hitched in his throat.
"Should I stop or continue?" said Sen.
"...sorry, keep going."
"Do not apologize, Ya-chan."
Yamanbagiri turned his face away from her. He couldn't do anything right. The best he'd hope for was not ruin things for her. He gasped as she groped his growing cock. She slipped his pants down to reveal his half-hard erection.
"I will get lube." Sen went to the closet; as she bent forward to retrieve the bottle, her skirt ran up the back of her thighs to reveal more skin. It was fair and supple. He averted his gaze down when she turned and returned to him.
After Sen slicked her hand, she stroked his erection. Yamanbagiri grunted and they leaned towards each other as his cock hardened and lengthened in her grasp.
"Let me get behind you, Ya-chan." Sen shifted around him, faced his white cloak, and wrapped her arms around him. Underneath that garment, his body was warm and tense. She'd make him hotter and relaxed, even if it was for only a few minutes.
Reaching under his jacket, she rubbed his white shirt and felt muscles. She squeezed to feel faint, firm abs. Her other hand resumed stroking his cock. She pressed her chest on him. Her big soft breasts spread across his back; her nipples were hard.
Yamanbagiri gasped. He was surrounded by his master's warmth. As she stroked his cock, he closed his eyes to focus on the softness, wetness around his dick. Her hand's hold was gentle and firm; he motioned his hips to follow the rhythm of her strokes. With every squeeze, pleasure from his erection, especially the head, shook through his body. When she caressed his balls, clear fluids ran down his inner thighs. His precum squirted onto the tatami mat.
"Ya-chan, all I want is you," she spoke by his ear. "I am grateful to have you in this citadel."
She was giving him so much. What did he do to deserve this attention? What did a copy like him have to offer her?
"Do you want to touch me, Ya-chan? Should I prepare myself?"
Yamanbagiri could lie back on the futon and watch as she rubbed her breasts under her shirt and massaged her clit under her skirt, though he wanted to involve himself. After all, he was her lover. As unworthy as a duplicate was of that position, he'd give her something in return for all her care since he manifested.
He stared down as he turned to her.
"...let me help."
That was bold, for him. He just needed a little encouragement to take this further.
"Help prepare me, then."
Yamanbagiri's gaze stayed down as Sen poured lube on his fingers.
Sen lifted her dark skirt up by a few inches. She guided his hand between her legs and they massaged her lower lips. Sen kept her hand over his as they rubbed her clit. She grinded against their fingers and palms as heat grew in her folds. As their palms turned slick from the clear fluids seeping out of her, squelches grew louder with their movements. Her thighs trembled and squeezed the hands between her legs.
Yamanbagiri leaned towards her bosom. The uniform smelled of lemon from its recent washing; she cleaned this just for him, though he didn't deserve that consideration.
Her hard nipples poked the shirt.
"You can suck them, Ya-chan."
That was the permission he needed. He sucked her clothed nipple. His tongue flicked at the nub as his saliva seeped onto the uniform, turning the fabric he sucked a darker shade of black. Sen put a hand on the back of his hood and pushed her breasts into his face. As his lips squeezed around her nipple, ripples of heat ran across her chest.
"I-is this enough, Ya-chan?" She stroked the white hood. They could do so much more before she took him.
Yamanbagiri latched off her nipple. He knew what she meant; they wanted skin-on-skin contact.
Sen lifted her shirt above her breasts. They were big, round, pale, and encompassed by her dark top and long black hair. On the nipple he had sucked, the areola had a blush of pink around it.
"Come closer." Sen's hand, slicked with fluids from her folds, was under his chin. She guided his face to her bosom. As Yamanbagiri sucked on one nipple, he stroked her lower lips. His other hand gently squeezed her second breast. Sen gasped and arched her back as his lips and tongue toyed with her tits and he rubbed her clit. "Yes, keep doing that... You are so good at this."
She embraced him and that cloak, so they'd be as close as possible. Underneath his white cloth was someone with warmth, sadness, pride, and love. No matter what happened, she'd make him accept himself; no matter his origins, he was a work of art with his own merits.
As Sen tensed from the beginning of a climax, she squeezed his shoulder.
"That is enough, Ya-chan," said Sen. "Let me finish this."
Yamanbagiri latched off her breast and he pressed his face on her tits. It was a comfort to be in the centre of his master's warmth and softness, however briefly; he didn't spend enough time in it.
"S-sorry." Yamanbagiri leaned away from her.
"No need to apologize." Mutsunokami didn't hesitate smothering his face in her breasts during sex; he liked sucking, kissing, and coming on them too.
Yamanbagiri lie on the futon as Sen climbed atop him. Her uniform slipped down, covering her chest and belly. She lined his erection up to her entrance. Her skirt obscured the view, though Yamanbagiri shuddered; his cock's tip was between her silky, slicked folds and her bare thighs and knees pressed against his sides.
"I will go slow, though, if you want it faster, rougher, say so. Touch me wherever you want."
Yamanbagiri nodded as his hand covered his mouth. His eyes were blurry, but still focused on her. His ruffled jacket and shirt were wrinkled and his exposed abdomen displayed the faint shape of abs.
Sen knelt and slipped his cock in her slowly. They shuddered as his erection entered her.
Yamanbagiri clutched the bedding; the tight heat around his erection was too much. As Sen inhaled, her shirt hugged around her buxom, curvy form. Yamanbagiri wanted to see it, touch it.
"Ya-chan?"
Sen leaned a little forward. Her cheeks were flushed and her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wanted him, above all others right now. He didn't deserve her attention, yet she thought he was worthy anyway.
"Mm..., please." Yamanbagiri turned his eyes away from her. Did she understand what he wanted? If he was louder, he'd cause a disturbance. He wanted her to take him and bring all that pleasure and wonder out of them.
"I will start moving now." Sen started riding him up and down as she rubbed her clit. The skirt hid all the fucking they did underneath it; it grazed his belly as it shifted up and down with her movements.
Yamanbagiri, eyes shut, bucked his hips to match her rhythm and grind against her thighs as their hips slapped against each other. She squeezed around his cock; her body was tight, hot, wet, and it wasn't enough. Yamanbagiri had to have more of her.
"Ya-chan, if there is something you want, take it." Sen tightened around him again as she rubbed circles and clear fluids on her clit.
Yamanbagiri finally opened his teal eyes to look up at her. As she rode his cock, her breasts, hugged by that tight top, bounced with her movements. Her face was flushed, her brown eyes were lidded as his. They were together, joined by a mix of their love and lust for each other. Of course, Yamanbagiri wanted nothing more than to get and give as much as he could from her. Their desire was the same.
"Finish this...for both of us." Yamanbagiri's hands wandered up her hips, waist, and under her shirt, exposing her bosom. He groped her breasts' softness and sweat and brushed his thumbs on her nipples.
Sen gasped and tightened at the sudden, sharp heat from her chest. Yamanbagiri bit his lips to muffle the moan from her clenching on his cock. Sen slammed her hips down against his as she stopped riding him to catch her breath. She hadn't expected to get two jolts of pleasure from different places.
"...I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
"N-no, keep doing it," said Sen. "I was just surprised."
So, Yamanbagiri had done something right. This was what they needed to finish this. He resumed groping and caressing her breasts; his palms and fingers weren't wide enough to cup their generous size. Sen pressed one hand over his to keep them in place as Sen resumed riding him. With her tits out and her heat around his cock, Yamanbagiri was undone.
When he climaxed, he bucked his hips up and squirted his semen deep in her. They clutched her chest and shirt as Yamanbagiri trembled underneath her. Sen squeezed his hands as he shuddered and kept them in place as he relaxed his head against the futon and panted. He was so pretty with his flushed cheeks and blond bangs clinging to sweat on his forehead.
Sen lifted her skirt to see white and clear fluids trickling out of her folds and onto his belly. Sen tugged his white shirt up to see more of his bare skin and faint muscles. They were only half done.
"Ya-chan, I am going to finish myself off."
Yamanbagiri's heart raced and he still breathed deeply after climaxing. She could take whatever she wanted from him to reach her end.
Sen resumed rubbing her clitoris and grinded against his hips, watching Yamanbagiri gasp and grasp the bedding as she took him to finish herself off. When Sen came, she tightened around his dick and leaned forward. Yamanbagiri embraced her and her body blanketed him with heat as she trembled with pleasure. She squeezed his cock in quick succession over and over again, milking every last drop of semen out of him.
Sen rested against him, his cloak. Her black hair was soft on his face. She breathed in the sweat and salt of their coupling. Their hearts pounded against their chests, both rushing and thumping from fucking.
Sen rolled over, lying beside him. Her inner thighs were coated with their white and clear fluids; she'd leave soon to wash up and rejoin him in bed. In this moment, he might forget who he was, who she was and just be lovers.
"Should we do this again, later, Ya-chan?"
He placed a hand on his chest as his heartbeat decreased. He was alone with the master of the citadel; he had her all to himself, because she thought he was worthy. He turned his teal eyes to meet her brown ones. Her eyes, expression was soft and kind after lovemaking. Her cheeks were pink and black strands of hair clung to the side of her face. They reached this state together.
Yamanbagiri lowered his eyes, breaking their exchange of glances. "...yes, again."