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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 15: The Precipice of Ecstasy

Rin welcomed Manji's touches. It felt like her entire soul was going to catch fire any instant and she would crumble to ashes. His passionate kisses burned her already heated lips and his grazing fingertips felt like they were etching their path into her very being. Every caress, every kiss, every single moment of eye contact was driving her closer and closer to salvation. Still though he had made no move to remove, or even venture beneath, her yūkata. She felt like she was being punished; punished by him for some crime, but for what she had no clue.

Manji was enjoying taking his time. Feeling the way Rin writhed under his touch. She was like a drug and he was going to take in every last bit of her while he could. She was his guilty pleasure now. The feeling of her nape under his lips was more intoxicating than any amount of saké his parched lips could try to satiate themselves with. Parched and coarse, his lips found their way along her nape to her collarbone and then back up to her jawline. He tasted her bitter sweet flavor with a flick of his tongue along her pale skin. Her soft whimpers echoed pleasurably in his ears. He drew her mouth to his own to try to quench his thirst for her, his lust for her taste; but no matter how much he dueled with her in such a way, it would never be enough.

Rin wanted so badly to move Manji's hands where it felt like her body was pleading them to be. She wanted his hands to claim her, for him to possess her. His kisses were leaving heated trails of desire on her already burning skin. The very sensations of it all driving her mad. She was on the brink of insanity as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, devouring her. She whimpered with desire; pleading him to not stop. She wanted so much more; her body wanted so much more. It felt like her entire being was aching with primal need: A need only Manji would be able to fully satisfy for her.

Rin could no longer stand the feeling of feeling helpless in Manji's arms. She was tired of feeling helpless; useless. She would show him just what she knew, what Doa had taught her. He would see she was strong, even if it were only in his bed for now. She pushed herself out of his embrace and slowly traced her lip along his jaw line, his neck, and finally to his chest. She traced every bit the x-shaped scar on his chest with her fingertips, then followed her fingertips with her lips. She could feel his heart beat in his chest under her fingertips and lips, and his breath quickened when she decided to nip at his chest. Yes, she would show him everything she had diligently learned from Doa. She never questioned how Doa had gained this knowledge, perhaps she didn't want to know, but Doa was kind enough to teach her, even if Doa was younger than her.

Rin let her teeth graze his muscular torso. She tugged his kōsōde off of his shoulders and arms. Manji tried to protest by grabbing her hands, but she would not allow him: This time he would do as she wanted. She would not relent in her actions. She simply pulled her hands free of his and tugged harder on his kōsōde until his upper body was completely free of it. She would have to show him she was not going to let him get in her way. She moved her mouth to his earlobe, remembering how when she had spied on him days earlier he was forceful with even himself, she whispered seductively without thinking, "Manji-san I will not give into your protests. I know how much you enjoy a good fight, but this time, you will do as I please, or I will make you."

She was scared and not entirely sure what to do next, but she knew that she wanted more. She wanted so much more. What had she gotten herself into? Why did she even say that? What was she thinking? Manji was caught so off guard by Rin's words that his arms fell limp to his sides and his eyes were wide with shock. Rin looked at him and then chuckled to herself at his reaction, knowing that he would be shocked by her forwardness, but so was she. Then she realized why she said it; she was tired of waiting, tired of feeling like she never had control. She wanted control, here now, she wanted it. She moved her head down to his neck and nipped all along his jaw line, shoulders and collarbone. She could tell she had some kind of effect on him by his jagged breath; how he now gripped her thighs with almost all his might, as if not wanting to let go.

To say that Rin's words had merely shocked Manji would be an understatement to what he was truly feeling. He was aroused, highly aroused. This tame, seemingly innocent child was far from such. Where had those words come from; that forcefulness; that passion? Where ever it came from Manji was too caught up in how enticing it was to even bother to care that it had indeed come from Rin. He was caught further in a woman's web. She was seductive and enticing and all his mind could concentrate on was how badly he wanted her; needed to be inside her, her wrapped around him: Right here, right now.

Manji pushed and shoved Rin onto the floor beside them, her head barely crashing onto the soft fūton that was laid out near them. Rin cried out in pain as her head hit with a thud, but Manji's mouth ravaged her own before she could cry out any more. He savagely tore open her yūkata, caring not if he ripped it, but didn't, and moved his mouth over her exposed milky flesh of her breasts. Rin tugged at his hair, then his face, and pulled his mouth up to her own. She wanted so badly to kiss him again for he had only shown her this kind of passion once before. She could feel his need for her growing beneath his hakama. This excited her and a fire deep in her belly grew and her body's fervent flush heated even more. She was going to catch fire any moment, she knew it.

This kiss disrupted Manji's amorous thoughts of devouring Rin right then and there. He was kicked back into his fleeting senses and was thankful for it. He could not allow himself to be caught off guard again. He had to take his time with Rin, but Kami help him if she wasn't torture upon his entire being. She was no longer a child, that was for damn sure! Where the hell had she learned to be so god damn seductive? Fuck she was driving him mad. "Woman, you're diving me batshit!" Manji moaned into her neck as they broke the kiss. "When did you learn to be so god damn..."

"Doa showed me many things Manji-san." Rin looked up at Manji, her eyes were pleading, but for for what Manji had no idea.

"Showed, what the fuck.."

"She taught me how to please Manji-san, she told me how to please a man, what he would want, what she thought you would want..."

"Fuck Rin...She's younger than you, how would she...?"

"Please Manji-san, I want you to show me, show me everything YOU know! Teach me everything YOU know!" Rin dug her nails deep into Manji's back and her whimpered pleas were driving Manji to the edge of his sanity, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

"Oh fuck woman, I'll show you alright. I'll take it nice and slow too, so you be sure to pay attention."

Manji moved his mouth down Rin's neck again, to where it met her collarbone, and bit slightly roughly into her flesh, leaving marks of possession on her skin. She cried lightly in pain but he brought his lips up to quiet her; comfort her. He then moved his mouth back down her neck, down to her exposed chest. He licked and nipped lightly at her pale skin, which was flushed ever so deliciously from desire. He trailed his lips gently along her erect globes, one by one; then he drew his mouth entirely over one, savoring the taste of her under his tongue as he lapped at her nipple with it. Then he bit down a bit harder, sucking her into his mouth. She cried out again in slight pain but also in pleasure, only to be silenced by his lips on her own once more.

Rin was in pure bliss. Manji's hands roaming over her were sending shivers across her entire body. She didn't know anything could feel this good. What was he doing to her? Was this what would make her a woman? Would he finally stop seeing her as a child now that she was giving herself to him? Would she finally be free of him comparing her to his sister? He was calling her a woman now, but did he mean it? She had to know.

"Manji-san, will this finally make me an actual woman to you?"

Manji stopped his hands where they were on Rin's stomach and simply looked down at her. Of course she was a woman, wasn't she? Fuck, no he was supposed to protect her, look after her, not take her innocence like this, not let himself have her, he wasn't worth her innocence. He closed his eye, groaned as if in pain, and pushed himself away from her and laid down on the fūton behind Rin's head. His hand covered his face and he moved it down until it covered his mouth. This was the kick to the groin he needed. It was going too far, and he knew if he didn't stop now he never would.

"Manji-san what is wrong? Why...why did you s..st.."

"Listen Rin, we aren't doing this. Not anymore. I'm here to protect you, not take advantage of you.

"But Manji-san, I want you to..."

"Shut it woman. This is over. It's gonna stop here and now got it?"

"Manji-san I...I don't understand."

"Good and you don't need to! So just shut it already and go the fuck to sleep." Manji yelled at her.

Rin sat up, tears in her eyes, but knew that she should have held no expectations for this man. She was asking too much for him to see her as anything than what she was, merely a child. Even if he called her woman now, he would never really see her as such, his reaction proved that. Would it always be like this, being so close to something so wonderful and never really grasping it? Would he always push her away? She held back the tears, covered herself back up and walked to the fusuma, opening and closing it roughly behind her. She proceeded across the room to open the shoji and walk out into the hallway. This man was driving her mad and she didn't know what to do. As she stomped out into the hallway she bumped into Washi and almost caused the two of them to crash to the floor with her angered exit from the room.
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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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Tears of Blood