Abstinence Education | By : MadameManga Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 11950 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Squick warnings: Sex in various forms, including quasi-incestuous themes and a 16-year-old female paired with an adult male. Violence will eventually rear its head as well; hey, you have to separate at least one body part from its owner in any BotI story.
Abstinence Education
by Madame Manga
Part Fifteen
“Big brother, please come in out of the rain!” Rin cupped her hands around her mouth and called down to the pond from her shelter under the porch. “Don’t you have enough yet?”
“Wooh-hoo!” Manji whooped and pulled yet another silvery fish from the gray, rain-speckled waters. He unhooked it, threw it in his leaf-lined creel and baited the hook again. Rin thought he looked wet and chilly despite his straw rain gear, but he was laughing and in high spirits. “This has to be the best fishing day of my life! I’m not going to be ungrateful when the water kami are feeling so generous.”
“You must have caught ten at least! How can we eat that many at once?” Rin warmed her hands over the fire she had built in the hibachi and adjusted her broad-brimmed rain hat. “Don’t you want to have breakfast?”
“Sure I do.” He held up the creel and beckoned with his head. “Come and get ‘em!”
Rin slid down the hill and took the basket, which shook with its load of flopping fish. Water ran down Manji’s face from the holes in his old hat. “You’re so wet! You’ll catch a chill or something and then I’ll have to nurse you instead, and you’d be the worst patient in the world.”
“Naah, don’t worry.” Manji reached up and patted her bottom, then stroked it in a proprietary manner. “I think I can get warmed up pretty easy.” He grinned at her.
Rin blinked at him, a little surprised at his lusty cheerfulness, but scrambled up the hill again with the heavy creel. She selected three of the largest fish and cleaned and split them for the grill. By the time they were hot and sizzling, Manji had hooked five or six more and strung them on a cord of twisted reeds. He stumped up the hill with his catch and shook himself, shedding a shower of droplets everywhere. As they hit the fire they evaporated in tiny bursts of steam.
Accepting a skewered fish from Rin, he tore into it without waiting for it to cool. “Damn, that’s good,” he said, blowing through a hot mouthful. He fumbled with the ties at the throat and dumped the rain cloak on the ground; it had soaked through and the shoulders and back of his kosode were wet. He sat cross-legged on the porch and ate with loud smacking noises. “Crap, I think I burned my tongue…”
Rin consumed her own breakfast with a little more delicacy and reached across the grill to fetch Manji another fish when he had devoured the first. He intercepted her and gave her a quick kiss on the side of the neck. “Nothing like a meal fresh-caught in your own back yard. And I got just the right spice for my food, too. Eh?”
“What?” She blushed, putting a hand to the place his lips had touched.
“Eat up, woman. We’re gonna go to school today.”
They cleaned the rest of the fish and packed them between wet leaves in the creel to keep them cool. Inside the hut, Manji shed his soggy clothes and indicated that Rin should help him dry off. She rubbed a cotton towel over his back and hair and then turned to hang his things on the wall. Manji put an arm around her waist, chuckling, and pulled her backwards into his embrace. He felt cold and damp, but with a glow under his naked skin.
“Not getting shy, are you?”
“Um…” Rin closed her eyes and trembled while Manji stroked her abdomen in slow circles. “No, not really, but….”
“Good.” He slid a hand above her wide obi and brushed a thumb over the nipple of one breast. “’Cause I should warn you, I ain’t feeling bashful in the least.”
Rin’s breathing deepened; the backs of her arms rubbed Manji’s bare stomach. No consideration could take the allure from his touch, it seemed. Even though she wondered where the stopping point of their physical relationship ought to lie and what might happen before they came to that end, the nearness of his body was enough to send shivers through her nerves from knees to ribcage. Warm moisture tickled between her legs. So if she ever meant to bring up one pressing issue, she had better do it now…
“Manji-sensei, you said you were gritting your teeth...” Rin bit her lips and waited for a sarcastic snarl.
He said nothing for a long moment, and then gently cupped and squeezed the breast. “Yeah, I know.”
“Then…?”
“I’ve had a couple days to rethink how I put that.” He sighed in her ear. “Look, there’s no point pretending otherwise—I want you any way I can have you.”
Questions? They seemed to puff into vapor and vanish in the heat of her longing.
“So since this is for you…I’d better let you have your say on what you want from me and make the most of it. No use belly-aching about what we can’t change. I promise you won’t hear another word on that subject.”
One unhappy shadow lifted from Rin’s mind; she let her body relax against his.
What was happening to her? The awkward yearnings and vague fantasies of her vanished ignorance were no more. Knowing exactly how it felt to embrace a man had not sated her curiosity in the least and had magnified her desires to an unrecognizable degree. Even though Manji had claimed she was still technically a virgin, her response to him was undergoing a change to a woman’s passion. No longer did it savor much of a girl’s innocent explorations.
“Oh…Manji…”
“Yeah?” He eased her furisode off one shoulder and nuzzled along her upper back and the nape of her neck. “I’d sure like to make you feel good…”
“Yes…um…” Rin shivered at the touch of his cold nose on her newly bared skin. “Do you mean lessons, or…?”
“Nobody’s gonna come along that road for days, and we’re not leaving either unless we want to swim. So we stock up on food, we tuck ourselves into bed…and pretend there ain’t anything else to think about in the whole damn world. Until the rain stops, that is.” Manji turned her in his arms. “Sound like a plan?”
Rin looked him in the face, wondering. If he meant he wanted to avoid boredom while they waited out the storm, that was probably as good a way as any…
“Couple of days, maybe three.” He stepped back a little and cupped her elbows in his hands. “It’s typhoon season, but I doubt this one’s a real dam-buster. Think you can stand being cooped up with me until it blows itself out?” A coaxing tone crept into his voice, though he smiled at her and suggestively raised his brows.
“I think I might be able to.” Rin returned the smile and moved to put her arms around his neck. Manji lowered his head and paused; she turned her face to meet his and eagerly kissed him on the mouth. His arms wrapped around her, his lips parted; he didn’t feel cold for long.
There seemed to be a change in Manji as well; his obvious signs of desire had greatly increased since the last time he had touched her. Perhaps she was getting better at arousing him? That was a gratifying thought. Rin smiled and squirmed under Manji’s weight as he lay naked over her and pressed her to the bed. He pinned her hands above her head and wrapped his legs around hers. Rin’s clothes were flung open to expose the front of her body, the ends of her sash draped over the bed where Manji had tossed them as he yanked at the knot; he hadn’t even bothered to remove it all the way. Engulfing a breast in his mouth, he ran his tongue in a wide circle. Her long underskirt crumpled above her knees but still hid the joining of her legs.
Stretched under him, secured by his grasp and the entwining of their bodies: Rin felt a little vulnerable and at the same time impatient to know what sensations lay in store for her. Manji’s hair tickled under her chin as he nuzzled her breasts, alternating his attentions from one to the other. When he sucked too hard on her tender flesh, she gasped and wriggled. He stopped for a moment to lick the pinkened spot, then resumed again more gently, making an evident effort at restraint.
She had not thought of that area as a source of great enjoyment, since her young bosom had barely ripened yet and she was still a little unfamiliar with the adult equilibrium of her body. But the repeated pressure and movement of Manji’s warm wet mouth and tongue over her nipples coaxed a sweet arching languor through her. Tantalizing twinges in her groin answered his every caress. Rin rolled her head from side to side, pushed up a knee to rub against Manji’s thigh and sighed in pleasure. Every time they did this, it felt nicer…
“Aw, you taste good,” he muttered with his face buried in her breasts. “Nothing better to put in my mouth than a woman...” He released one of her wrists and stroked her cheek, then moved upwards and kissed her.
His lips felt soft on hers at first, then tightened and took her mouth with urgent intention. With a sudden turn of his head, he pressed her lips open and plunged his tongue against hers. Both of his hands cradled her head now, his heartbeat thumping like blows of a fist to her ribs.
Rin lifted her arms to circle his shoulders and raised her chin to return the kiss. Along her cheek Manji’s breath shuddered and blasted from his nostrils; he groaned into her mouth and let her search between his lips. Her tongue slid over and around his. Rin explored his naked back with her hands. The raised and intersecting marks of long-healed wounds met her fingertips; she skimmed over them and ventured lower. She liked the way his body began to move when he became thoroughly excited; his chest expanded, his hips rolled in shallow exploratory thrusts, his buttocks flexed and relaxed under the influence of some unrelenting inner rhythm he could no longer resist.
Manji took over the kiss again and forced her head deep into the mattress with his vigor. She sighed under his possessive mouth, reveling in her effect on him. Returning to his shoulders, she stroked them and slipped her hands between their bodies to touch his chest. The air was still cold and damp, but Manji was right about warming up this way; he felt as hot now as if he stood in front of a fire.
Manji rolled over, taking her with him, and grabbed her around the waist to lift her and seat her on his pelvis. Her hair rings bounced on her shoulders. Though his stiff henoko nudged her bottom, her underskirt prevented skin-to-skin contact. The thin silk bunched at the joints of her hips and rode up over her stomach. Manji shoved it out of the way and thrust his hand between her spread legs and underneath. He drew two fingers along her opened cleft, back to front.
His fingertips slipped between the tender folds; Rin moaned and instinctively ground her bottom in a circle. Rising and falling on her knees, she slid her bobo against Manji’s moving hand. Up and down, back and forth: both helping him to stroke her and pressing his erection between their bodies. Quickly she teased herself into a heated whirl of arousal. Manji reached up to pinch and roll her nipples with his other hand. Through half-closed lids and the screen of her lashes, she saw him watching her with open mouth and narrowed eye. Lacking sight in the one, he seemed to concentrate all the power of his gaze into the other, its dilated pupil open on intense blackness. Rin tried to focus on that seeming void, to shed some sort of light into its depths by sheer force of will, but the pleasure seized her body and her mind sank to oblivion under its breathless weight.
Manji continued his caresses while she rode out her spasms and folded her in his arms when she sank down to recline on his chest. She shook with her heartbeat, gasping against his throat. Manji sniffed his hand and then touched her nose. “Here, lick it.”
“Wh…what?” She smelled her own lingering moisture.
He stroked her lips and opened them; Rin let the tip of her tongue touch his index finger. She detected a subtle flavor a little like the liquor of fresh oysters, but warmer and earthier. She licked his finger again and gently sucked the tip. Manji chuckled and patted her face. “Good girl.”
“That was a lesson, sensei?”
Manji rolled her to the side and got up on one elbow. “Kind of. Just wanted to give you a taste of my favorite food.”
She laughed and hid her face, blushing. “Food?”
“That’s right. Let me fill myself up…and I’ll keep coming back for more.” He thrust a hand between Rin’s legs and parted them, and then cupped her bottom with his forearm pressing her thighs open. “Yeah, that looks like a banquet to me.”
“Then come and eat, because I’m feeling very generous today.” Uncovering her face, she smiled in invitation. Manji crouched and shifted, keeping his hand where it was. He lay down again on his other side, his hips at the level of her head and his cheek resting on her inner thigh. Why was he taking this position? Rin wondered what advantage it had over lying between her legs, and then realized that his henoko was now within her reach. She immediately clasped it in her hand.
Manji chuckled low in his throat and hitched a little closer to her. “Good; you’re taking the initiative.”
“Thank you, sensei.”
He examined her bobo with a hungry look, and then sighed. “You know, I did burn my tongue pretty badly on that fish.”
“What? Hasn’t it healed yet?”
“Yeah, it has.” Manji grinned at her upside down. “Hey, you sound kinda worried for my health…at least when it concerns that part of me.”
“Oh, you!” Rin giggled and tried to knee him in the jaw, but he hooked her thigh in one arm and ostentatiously licked his lips.
“Even if my little friends hadn’t already taken care of it, here’s the cure for everything that ails me.” He drew her hips in to meet him, and Rin cried out, sated with happiness.
Continued…
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