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“ Kallen’s baloney pony jumped around and rattled with passion. Two years worth of baby batter made a glopping noise as it flowed endlessly into Sakura’s hot love cave…”
“Miko,” Ei sighs. “What in the name of the Narukami Ogosho herself am I reading.” The light novel in her hands is one of several Yae had spent the afternoon introducing to her in an effort to acclimate her to “the new Inazuma’s tastes.” It’s also one of the most confusing. Baby batter? Love cave? Ei has no idea what the peculiar combination of these words could mean, but the gleeful look on Miko’s face tells her she’s been made a fool by that damn fox again.
“You don’t like it? It’s a new form of, let’s say, ‘avant-garde’ literature. It’s certainly experimental, but I’ve been told many of our readers find it enthralling. Titillating, even.”
Titillating? Ei swears there must be something she’s missing, but she files that strange bit of information about the people of Inazuma to the back of her mind to examine later. “It’s not that I dislike it per se, I just…don’t understand what’s going on in the story. And stop smiling like that if you’re not going to explain!” she says, exasperated. “I liked the other story the Traveler showed me more. What was it again? The one with the martial artist from Liyue.”
“And what did you like about it?” Yae asks, resting her chin in her hands.
“Well, a martial arts story is already interesting to begin with—I have always wished to study the combat styles of Liyue more in depth. There are many techniques of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat even I have yet to master. The protagonist himself is also difficult to understand. Why aspire to be a writer when one has such an abundance of natural talent? It seems like a waste to throw away- Miko? Are you listening?”
“I’m sorry Ei. You’ve caught me.” Yae says, not looking sorry at all. “Now don’t pout at me, Ei. Being here with you again discussing novels had me remembering old times, and I let my mind wander.”
“Old times?”
“Kitsune have an impeccable memory, as you know. I can still remember, clear as day, your tears after finishing The Tale of the Lost Tengu . Even Makoto and Lady Saiguu couldn’t console you. You just kept sobbing, ‘Why did the tengu have to die, why did the tengu have to-’”
Yae cuts herself off to break into a fit of shrill laughter, and despite the bullying Ei can’t stop her traitorous lips from smiling at the sound and the sight of Yae’s furiously wagging tail.
“Are you quite done yet?”
“Yes, yes, I’m done teasing you,” Yae recovers, dramatically wiping tears from her eyes. There’s a brief silence between them as they both reminisce—Ei can picture it, the curve of Saiguu’s smile and the look of concern on Makoto’s face on that day as they comforted her. She can almost feel the ghost of Makoto’s embrace, always so kind towards her baby sister. A sweet but at once bitter memory, knowing what would soon happen to them.
“I need you to be honest with me,” Yae says, breaking the silence. There’s a sad, wistful note to her voice that rarely shows itself, and Ei can feel Yae’s scrutinizing gaze observing her face for any change of expression. The next sentence does not surprise her.
“Did you think of me even once in those five hundred years, Ei?”
“Because I thought of you often. At times, the memories of our life together would consume me. The picnics, the walks around the shrine, the nights in bed together. Every time I saw that wretched puppet bearing your face I wondered about you. How you were doing inside your own mind, how lonely you must have been. Or were you?” she muses. “Sometimes, a terrible thought would come to my mind unbidden: What if she’s doing just fine without me?”
Ei sighs, her mouth set in a hard, thin line. “In truth, even within the eternal sameness of the Plane of Euthymia…no matter how much time seemed to pass, I could not completely rid my mind of you. The memory of your face would flash unbidden through my mind even in the deepest of meditations. I could not forget Makoto or Saiguu or Chiyo or Sasayuri either, but you ? You were a particular nuisance to eternity for me,” she admits, and at this a brief smile flashes on Miko’s face. “And of course, you still are. I would have remained within, meditating for the rest of time as Inazuma crumbled if it were not for your intervention.”
“My my, such a way with words. And I thought I was the writer,” Yae says, brows raised in faux surprise. The wistfulness is gone from her gaze, her teasing back in full force as she links her fingers together with Ei’s. “You certainly know your way to a girl’s heart.”
“I’m trying to thank you, you sly fox.” There’s no bite to her words, and Ei finds herself leaning in until she’s pressing her lips against Miko’s. It’s a chaste, innocent kiss at first, but Yae seems to have different plans. She palms at Ei’s chest with one hand, thumbing at her nipples through the fabric of her kimono and simultaneously rubbing circles into Ei’s thighs with the other.
“Miko? Now?” Ei breathes, hesitantly breaking off the kiss. Miko’s tail flicks dangerously behind her, and there’s a ravenous look in her eyes as she glances down at Ei’s lips.
“It’s been five hundred years, Ei. I’m a bit hungry.”
They tumble into their bed chambers, barely remembering to lock the door behind them before they collapse onto the bed. Miko scrambles on top of Ei, her thigh pressed between the woman’s legs as she kisses her fiercely.
“Ever since you’ve been back, Ei…how often do you think of me?”
“Do you think about me when you touch yourself? Do you think about me every night?” she whispers in Ei’s ear, and she shudders when she hears the shogun’s breath hitch beneath her.
“Yes,” Ei admits, breathless. “You’re all I think about.” It’s all the motivation Yae needs to snake her hands underneath Ei’s kimono and splay her fingers over her taut stomach.
“Miko, wait.” She lays her own hand over Yae’s before it can wander any further. “I want to see you too.” It’s so earnest that Yae leans over to press a chaste kiss to her lips.
“A reward for your honesty,” she says with a wink before tossing her own kimono off to the side. Ei can’t keep her greedy eyes from drinking in every inch of skin in full display, her cock straining against her underwear. Yae makes quick work of Ei’s kimono too, hastily pushing her down and stripping her until there’s nothing left between them.
There’s a note of desperation as Ei grabs at Yae’s hips, her erection already hard enough to be at her stomach. Yae clicks her tongue, already looking forward to what will come next.
“Not so fast, Ei. I’m going to make you work for it,” she says, playfully smacking Ei’s wandering hands away and straddling her waist. “Make me come first and I’ll let you fuck me.” Pausing, she leans in closer to the other woman's ear, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Raw.”
“Why is…fornication never straightforward when it comes to you,” Ei groans, but she makes no further protest.
“Is ‘fucking’ still so hard to say? You really haven’t changed much, have you?” she giggles. The teasing facade drops the moment she lowers her hips and her slit makes contact with the shogun’s throbbing cock, a satisfied sigh escaping unbidden from the kitsune’s mouth. Ei leans her neck up to watch, pupils dilated, as Yae grinds her pussy on cock, her thighs trembling when the head bumps against her clit. Ei is hypnotized with lust at the sight: Yae’s pretty pink pussy rubbing up and down her shaft, tantalizingly close to letting it slip inside her entrance with every sway of her hips.
“Fuck,” Yae suddenly moans, and Ei can feel more of her slick wetness coating her cock. It only makes her impossibly harder, pre-cum leaking out of the tip onto her abs. Yae looks her in the eye as she collects the pre-cum on her index finger and sucks it clean, and the sight makes Ei’s mind go blank with arousal. Every animal instinct in her screams to push Yae off of her and fuck her into the mattress right then and there, teasing be damned, but the still-rational part of her brain wins out. Instead, she leans up to capture her lips in a kiss, so sudden that their teeth clack together at first. It’s the most aggressive she’s been with Yae in a while, sticking her tongue into the woman’s mouth as she thumbs at her nipples. Yae gasps into the kiss, her grinding becoming erratic before pulling away just as quickly.
“Ei,” Yae moans, and the sound of her name on Yae’s lips makes her cock throb. “Just like that. Please, I’m so close. Don’t hold back-”
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Ei growls, and she chooses this moment to reach her hand around Yae’s torso and pull her tail. Hard .
The reaction is instantaneous—Yae’s hips jerk forward, her jaw falling open in a silent “O.” Ei feels her pussy twitch against her cock, her clit pressed against the tip as she rides out her orgasm. When she feels the last of Yae’s tremors fade away, Ei sits up and lifts Yae off of her, dumping the kitsune onto the bed on her back.
“Not even giving me a second to recover, Ei?” Yae parts her legs for Ei to slot herself between them, a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. She trembles, still sensitive, as Ei’s cock lines up against her pussy. The tip extends past her navel, showing her just how deep it would go inside her in just a few moments.
“You talk far too much, Miko.” Ei parts Yae’s folds with her cock one last time before lining herself up with her entrance and burying herself fully into Yae’s pussy with a single thrust.They both gasp at the same time, Ei from the sudden heat enveloping her entire length and Miko from the stretch of the cock inside her.
Ei can feel the white hot pleasure overtaking every rational part of her brain as she begins to thrust into Miko unceremoniously, hypnotized by her breasts bouncing up and down and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her pelvis meets Yae’s clit with every snap of her hips, and Yae claws at the sheets so hard she’s sure she hears them tear. But at this point, Ei doesn’t care—seeing Yae reduced to an incomprehensible mess is the only thing that matters in the world.
“Ah, ah, Ei, please , stir up my pussy more please,” Yae blabbers, her thighs shaking at a particularly deep stroke. She’s so wet that the fluid dripping from her pussy has gotten onto the fur of her tail, Ei notices.
“So. Talkative. Even like this.” Ei punctuates each word with a stroke of her hips as she forces Yae’s legs to open even wider, hands pinning her thighs onto the bed. With every slap on her clit Miko whimpers, and it’s both a telltale sign that she’s about to come and the hottest thing Ei has ever heard. All she can think about is Miko : the faint taste of floral tea every time she kisses her, the sound of her voice echoing in her ears, how warm and tight it is inside of her. She can tell that she won’t last much longer either with the pleasure building inside of her, threatening to erupt with every pump of her hips.
“Miko, I, ah, don’t think I can last much longer,” Ei forces out. She’s prepared to pull out, finishing herself on Miko’s stomach if she must, but the kitsune only wraps her legs around her torso, pulling her closer.
“Then come inside me,” Yae breathes, and it’s the only invitation Ei needs. She redoubles her efforts, pumping in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon, hips driving forward with such force she can hear the bed thump against the wall with every thrust. With a final sigh of Miko, Ei comes, her rhythm faltering as her cock empties itself inside her. Distantly, she can feel Miko coming too, the tremors from her orgasm squeezing her cock and sending her into even more of a spiral.
When the post-orgasm haze finally lifts from Ei’s mind, she pulls out slowly and Yae whimpers from the loss of the cock inside her. Ei’s cum drips out of her pussy, staining the torn bed sheets beneath her.
“So…I think we might have to get new bed sheets. Among other things,” Yae says finally, closing her legs and glancing up at Ei demurely. That’s when Ei notices that half their headboard has broken off, as well as the massive dent in the wall.
“How did that-”
“We may have gone a bit too hard, my love.”
Ei yawns, suddenly exhausted. “We’ll worry about that later,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss the other woman. “Let’s get cleaned up first…"
“Lady Yae, why are you walking so strangely? Should I call for a doctor?”
“Ah, no need to be concerned, Nana. I sprained my ankle yesterday night,” Yae lies easily.
I’m so goddamn sore I’m going to kill Ei for this , she thinks as Kano Nana trails behind her on their way to meet the other shrine maidens. Throughout the entire morning procession her thighs ache with every movement, not helped by the concerned looks Nana shoots her every five seconds. Blasphemous thoughts of revenge, where she ties up the shogun and leaves her needy and wanting on her own bed fill Yae’s mind the entire day.
Elsewhere, Ei smiles.