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Tears of Blood
By : SultrySundina
Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal
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Tears of Blood (My Story Arc: Finale to Blade of the Immortal):

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Chapter 9: Timeless Torture

Rin couldn't think, she could barely breath. Manji was not letting her escape him this time: Even if she had wanted to protest, which she no longer did, she wouldn't have been able to anyways as her voice and ability to move had seemed to disappear with her thoughts. She was getting exactly what she truly desired, and her body would not let her run from it. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She wanted more and more with each touch, each kiss, each lingering thought and memory. She was going to make him HERS as much as he had told her he was going to make her HIS.

Manji started to move his lips gently over her face; tracing every line, every curve, every dip from her forehead to her jaw. When he reached her neck he began nipping at the soft flesh beneath her chin, tasting her salty sweetness afterwards with hot trailing kisses. He slowly slid his lips down to her collarbone, nipping at her flesh again before soothing it with ravenous kisses, her soft mewls driving him to further need to satisfy what seemed like an insatiable hunger to claim her entire body.

He lowered his hands from the wall and the side of her face to slip them underneath her clothing. His lips went further down to explore more of her body: Slowly he massaged the heat he left behind, from his nips and kisses, with his hands. He pushed her clothing away from her breasts and moved his mouth over her and sucked, bit and kissed her tender pink tips, leaving his marks of possessiveness on her hot flesh, claiming her as his own.

He began to explore more of her body, opening her furisōde and yūkata more so, trailing his lips down to her stomach, leaving liquid hot trails on her skin. He was kneeling in front of her now: He looked up at her, smirking seductively as he pulled her skirts up to her waist and put her left leg on his shoulder, pushing her further into the wooden beam behind her. He bit the flesh of her inner thigh, revelling in the taste of her silken skin; her whimpers sending his senses into overdrive. He gently lifted a finger to her delicate parting and traced from the bottom of her warm folds up to her tender bud and then back down to her heated inner core. Slowly he eased a digit inside, basking in her humid centre. She let out a soft whimper and he groaned in satisfaction.

His mouth came to rest on her bobo; his henoko now aching with rigid need, but he ignored his own urges in order to drive her over the edge with desire for him. He moved his mouth over her again, nipping at her pleasure bud then gently lapping at it with his tongue, soothing it, teasing it. Her whimpers grew into quiet, pleading gasps as she dug her finger tips into his scalp and pushed his head further into her welcoming folds. He obeyed. She was slick and inviting. He ardently drew her into his mouth, savouring her essence. She was moaning a little louder now, her climax was so close. He could feel her body shiver under his touch, tremble with intense fervour. She was so close to toppling over her edge now. He delved his finger deeper into her dewed layers up to his knuckle. She bucked her hips against his mouth as her core burst with intense molten pleasure. "God Rin you're damn sexy."

She wanted to scream his name now as she rode out her pleasure spasms, but she was able to deaden them into almost silenced moans, "Manji-san...Manji-san...Manjiཀ" as she clutched his shoulders, "Please Manji-san don't stop. I want you, I want you so badly."

Rin's pleas were like a drug to Manji and he wanted to hear more, so much more. He lifted himself back up to hover over her again. Her skirts fell back down her legs. He ran his lips over her neck, revelling in her heated flush and sensitive skin of her nape. He groaned deep into her skin as he kissed her, then whispered teasingly into her ear, "Mmm...what was that Rin? I thought you didn't want me anymore?"

"Please Manji-san, please. I want you. I need you. I need you. I don't want to stop. I never want it to stop." Rin's moans turned into small sobs as she still clutched Manji's shoulders. He kept kissing her neck. Her desire for him, her need, was intoxicating; even her tears were enticing to him. She wasn't sad, he knew this, and the raw emotion seeping from her eyes was something he had never seen a woman have in this way because of him before. Her reaction to his teasing was driving him mad.

"God Rin, you're driving me batshit woman." Manji's lips came crashing down onto Rin's as he spoke, his tongue invading her mouth, capturing her shaking body in a tight embrace, stealing her breath from her as he ravaged her mouth with his own. Rin could taste herself on his lips, his tongue, his breath; and it only made her kiss with more passion. Manji knew he wouldn't be able to suppress his desire for her much longer, but he wanted to take his time with her, torture her with pleasure; just as her words, her reactions, her whimpers and moans were torturing him. Just as he released her from the rapturous kiss they were in and was about to pull her over and down to his fūton he heard footsteps down the hall; too heavy to be the maid, too quiet and concentrating to be a guest. He froze. Then he heard the dull scuff of a sword slowly being drawn from its sheath.

"Dammit." He cursed, releasing Rin from his grasp and reaching for his shido that was propped against the wall beside her, as he heard the footsteps slow before stopping entirely at the shōji to the room. He looked at Rin who was now frozen as he moved away from her. He put his back to the wall beside her, his shido in hand. "Rin, get ready. We're about to have company."

Rin was shaking, not only from her previous release but with fear and anger. She didn't know what was going on but she slid down to the floor as she felt weak. "Manji-san," she whispered, "what is it?"

"Shh woman." Manji hissed, "Just be quiet for now and get your sword."

Rin looked at Manji with fear as she saw him stare at the shōji, a look of frustration mixed with determination in his eye. She slowly crept along the floor to where her bag was and reached beside it for her sword. She was about to unsheathe it when Manji, barely audible, said "Not yet. Don't want them to hear it. Wait."

Them? Who was he talking about there was just the two of them, and...At that moment Rin saw shadows outside of the room, and she heard light footsteps stop at the shōji. She froze with fear, there were people outside of the room. Who could it have been because it was surely not the maid, she would have announced herself; and it was not Washi- or Suzume-chanbecause they would have announced themselves as well? Rin slowly and quietly stood up and held her sword in her hands, shaking, but still ready to unsheathe it if and when the time came.

Manji quickly glanced back at Rin behind him, she was breathing heavily but quietly. She stood ready, even after what had just occurred between the two of them. A smirk grew in the corner of his mouth as he saw that her furisōde and yūkata were still in disarray at her chest but thankfully, for the time being, still covered her pale skin where only he would ever have access. After this little interruption was dealt with he'd have to fix the problem of her furisōde and yūkata being in his way of viewing her fully. He looked back at the shōji. What were they waiting for, why had they not entered yet?

Then it occurred to Manji, they were waiting trying to figure out where they were, as there were no lamps lit and the room was pitch black. Since the window was covered with dark wood coverings, they would not have been able to see inside. They were listening. Listening for Rin and him to give away that they were still preoccupied. Just then Manji had an idea. It would jump start things a bit and give him and edge, since he wasn't sure exactly how many were now outside their room, but he needed to find out.

He would surely make them pay for interrupting his little lessons in torture with Rin, but also for causing him to have to wait to finish it. He was not pleased. His anger was raging, and he needed to blow off some steam before he exploded, and they would hopefully prove to be the perfect targets for his rage right now.
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Tears of Blood	By : SultrySundina Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 1863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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