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Of Her Nature V	By : cupnjava Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Two: Sprite -- Choose something different

Scarlet led Gojyo to her private chamber. Gojyo sat down on her bed and looked at her room. Scarlet sat in a chair.

She had a huge bookcase that was crammed full of books and papers. There was a red satin coverlet on her four-post bed. There was a small round table with two chairs in one corner. He noticed a low table, it was adorned it items he didn�t fully recognize. He assumed it was religious. He noticed that it held a large partially burned candle and a bowl of water. He smiled, She�s been praying for me.

Most of her room was cluttered, but her desk was impeccably neat. On her desk sat the large, red ,oval crystal. There was a small icebox on the floor by her desk. Gojyo slid his hand in his pocket and pulled out his small crystal.

He looked over at Scarlet, �So that�s it huh? The mother stone.�

Scarlet looked at him and then at her desk. She nodded, �Yeah, that�s it.�

He looked at the stone in his hand and looked at the one on her desk. He adjusted his hand so that both stones were in his line of vision. He saw himself staring at himself. At least he thought it was himself, that face was his. Is that me? It looks like me? What�s up with my hair? It hasn�t been that short �.. and what is up with that outfit? I look like some B&D reject. Damn, I wouldn�t wear that in 500 years.

Scarlet saw the seriousness on his face. She glanced at the crystal and saw questioning eyes under long locks of hair. She quickly walked over and placed the thin linen cloth over the crystal.

He broke his gaze and shrugged. �Kinda cool. I�m glad to know it is in a nice private place. After all, you still owe me one.�

She smiled at him as she walked over to the bookshelf. She eyed him, beer or liquor�.hmmm�..could go either way�..liquor. She pulled on the bookshelf and it separated from the wall. With the overloaded bookshelf out of the way Gojyo could see her full wet bar.

He grinned, �You really have a set up here.�

She began mixing the liquors and dropping ice. �Oh, you have no idea.�

She turned and handed him a glass.

He took it from her and looked at it. He didn�t recognize the muted orange color or odd smell. He knew it was alcoholic, but it certainly wasn�t a typical cocktail. �What is it?� he asked as he sniffed it.

She smiled, �A Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall.� She chuckled.

He looked at her drink, which was totally different from his, �What�s that?�

She grinned mischievously. �A Screaming Orgasm. You should try it sometime, I think you�ll like it.� She laughed.

He laughed, �Oh, I�ve had plenty of those. I just didn�t know they came in such easy to carry packages.�

His eyes sparkled when he laughed. Her eyes twinkled as she laughed.

�Oh, I almost forgot! I got you something. I hoped we�d get you back her at some point.� She sat her drink down and bent to open the icebox. She tossed two large green items at him.

He caught them and looked at them, his eyes grew wide, �Cucumbers! I LOVE cucumbers! How did you know?�

She laughed as she picked up her drink and stepped over to him, �Amazing what you learn when you read.�

She sat down beside him on the bed. Their glasses clanked together.

He took a drink and looked at her over his glass. �Why do you do this to me?�

She tossed her hair, lon long locks around her face flipped back over the shorter hair on the back of her head. She looked at him as her locks cascaded over her face, partially obscuring his view of the crimson eye that was closest to him, �Because it is so much fun.� She winked at him.

He took another drink, �It�s not fair.�

She giggled, �Not to me either.�

He slid his hand out and touched her knee, �There�s shinghing I want to know.�

She nodded.

�Why is it, that I can touch you, but I can�t kiss you or�.� He shrugged.

She took in a slow breath. �That�s the question, huh?� She sighed, �I think it is because our clothing protects us somewhat, and the touch of a hand or an arm isn�t really all that intimate. Our skin can protect us to a degree.�

�So, what exactly can we do and what can�t we do?�

�I�m not sure -- exactly.�

�Hmmm,� he pressed his lips together and sat his empty glass on the floor. �Why don�t we find out?�

He crawled across the bed as she shifted onto her back. Hovering over her and just slightly to the side, he touched his hand to hers. �You have to promisesomesomething?�

She looked into his crimson eyes, �What is that?� She sat up on her elbows.

He sat back on his shins and she sat up, �You have to promise me that if you start to hurt you will let me know. I don�t want to hurt you.� He had played all sorts of sexual games from plain vanilla to out and out kink. He relished in his romantic skills. He had come to learn he had quite a reputation; he was proud of that reputation. He�d worked hard to gather and refine his talents. Not once, not ever had he intentionally hurt someone. The few times he�d accidentally nipped too hard or when her movements conflicted with his, seemed to weigh on him for months. It was one thing to hurt someone that was attacking you, but to hurt someone in an intimate way was too much for the crimson haired Don Juan to deal with. His playboy ways were often misinterpreted, he cherished women. All his life ,beginning with his mother, he just wanted to make women happy, even if it meant his own death. As he aged and began to learn he had raw bedroom talents, he built upon his skills and talents. His talents were to be used strictly for pleasure, nothing else. He�d come to believe that the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure was the number one most beautifully erotic sound in the entire world. Hurt had no place in that beauty.

She looked at him, �Agreed. You have to promise me too.�

He nodded, �Agreed.�

She stared into his eyes, she gently tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and brushed her fingers across his face. �You look stunning in crimson; I wonder how you�d look in scarlet?�

She laid back as he crept forward. He positioned his knees between hers and sat back on his shins. She rested her hands on her stomach. He tugged at his blue shirt and it slid off his shoulders. He angled his arms back and straightened them, the blue always unbuttoned button-up slid off his body. He arched his back and pulled off his shoes. They fell to the floor with a soft double thunk.

Scarlet wiggled her toes until her shoes slipped off.

Gojyo sat back on his shins and looked at Scarlet. Her red -eyes seemed to burn into him. He�d longed for this closeness since the day they met. There were thousands of things he wanted to try, but the ones that he�d dare try were coming few and far between. Start with the basics.

He bent his shoulders and grabbed her hands. He felt nothing more than the normal tingle he got when she was near. He locked his eyes into hers. He turned his hands and clutched the inner part of her wrists. He slid his hands up to her elbows. She wrapped her fingers around his hard forearms; he wrapped his fingers around her well toned forearms. He felt nothing more than anticipated incredible feeling of her touch. He noticed no change in her eyes or breathing. He pushed his arms up hers, slowly lowering himself. He curled his hands over her shoulders. She cradled his shoulders in her arms.

At this point, he wanted to smack himself. He realized that there had been many times that he�d held her. Many times he�d hugged her and comforted her. He relaxed as he allowed his body weight to rest into her. He slid his arms between her shoulders and the satin coverlet, he hugged her.

He pushed his cheek against hers and closed his eyes. He took in a deep breath and his head swooned in her scent.

She ran one fingernail along his spine, her finger gliding effortlessly over the soft fabric of his white tank. His back arched under her touch and he let out a soft moan.

She felt the tips of his long crimson hair and followed their beckoning to his head. She lightly ran her fingernails along his scalp.

She felt his jaw quias has he whispered a breath. She teased and tugged at his hair. She scraped him with her fingernails and massaged his scalp. She felt him quiver and tremble. She felt his warm breath against her skin. She whispered in to his ear, �You ok?�

A very breathy, �Yes.� escaped his lips. She knew she�d found his spot, the spot she can touch him and drive him wild -- just in the hairline on the back of his head.

She slid her hands out of his hair and onto his shoulders. She rubbed and massaged his shoulders and felt him further relax. She slid her hands down the sides of his chest and tugged at his shirt. She felt it release from his pants and she pulled it up to his arms. He curved his back and slid out his shirt. He adjusted his arms and tossed his shirt on to the floor.

He saw it fall and thought, It always looks better on the floor.

He turned his head and pressed his lips to her cheek. He didn�t truly kiss her, just touched his lips to her cheek. He felt her let out a soft breath, he waited for her to inhale. She slowly inhaled and he waited for her breath to find a rhythm. A part of him screamed out, he couldn�t believe they were toying with death. How could they tempt fate like this? Another more vocal part screamed and begged for more.

She touched her lips to his shoulder and felt him quake. He let out a soft breath and slowly drew it back in.

He adjusted his arms and shifted his weight. He lifted his face slightly and brushed his lips across hers, he didn�t dare pause and savor a kiss. He continued his movements and pressed his cheek against hers, now on the other side of her face.

As he crossed her lips, they both felt light headed and slightly cold. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision was a sea of soft crimson locks. She took in a deep breath and cherished his scent.

He felt her breathe and her fingers dig into his shoulders. The slow pace was driving him crazy. Unconsciously, he�d started grinding his hips into her --- his body knew what it wanted. His mind didn�t dare.

Amazingly, she could feel his erection through his thick pants and her thin suit. She was surprised at his girth. Half of her was relieved that this could only go but so far, the other half was down right pissed.

He placed his lips in the crook of her neck and slowly touched the tip of his tongue to her soft skin. He felt his breath start to leave him. He withdrew his tongue, ok that�s out.

He�d been making a mental check list. Skin on skin --- in. Tongue on skin --- out. Lips on Lips -- only briefly. He realized with his mouth effectively out of the picture his options were getting quickly limited.

She felt the tip of his velvety wet tongue on her skin and a tingle went down her spine --- however that was no threat.

She tilted her head and placed her lips on him, she slowly touched the tip of her tongue to his shoulder. She felt her breath leave her and pulled her tongue back behind her teeth. GODS! This is torture!

He shifted his weight off one arm and slid that hand between their stomachs. He felt for her belt and unbuckled it. She arched her back as he slid it away from her.

He drew his hands down the open sides of her pant suit. He felt her soft skin give and release under his touch. He slid his fingers under the fabric of her outfit and moved them over her ribs. He cradled her breasts in his hands. He felt their fullness and firmness. He gently squeezed them as he moved his head to the low-cut �v� in her pantsuit.

He ran his thumbs over her nipples, he felt her arch her back and heard her gasp. As he laid there with his heetweetween her breasts, feeling her breathe , hearing her soft moans, feeling her soft skin on his face --- he wanted her. He wanted to ravish her, to kiss her, to feel her. He wanted to be beside her and in her. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to make her his. He wanted to fuck her for all he was worth --- in short he wanted to make her scream his name. All the while, he knew he couldn�t. He dared not.

She felt his hot breath on her skin. She felt him take a deep breath. His arms and hands tensed up and in a flash he was off her. The sudden vacancy left her with a heavy feeling of loss�.of emptiness� of wanting.

He landed on the floor a few feet from the bed and looked at her.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him. He stood slightly bent with his head tilted down, his long red locks partially obscuring his face. She saw his chest heaving with his breaths, his hair moving in the currents. He was glistening with sweat and desire. She saw his muscles contract and relax with his movements. She saw the rips and cuts in his stomach as they strained against his tight skin. He tilted his head up and his hair moved from his eyes. She clearly saw the lust and passion in his crimson gaze. The raw desire made her gasp. His mouth was slightly open she could see the tips of his bottom teeth. She could tell without any doubt he was trying to get a grip on himself.

Breathlessly he finally spoke, �We �.need�.to�..stop.� He stood up right and ran both hands through his hair. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. �It was bad enough wanting you from a distance, but to�� His voice trailed off as he tried to shake his head clear. �I can�t just take it to a line and stop. I need a cold shower.�

She sat up on the bed and looked at him as he struggled to regain control of himself.

She ran a hand through her red locks, �Yeah, this is NOT working. I can�t�.� Her voice trailed off as she nodded. She put a hand to her forehead and took in a deep breath. She smiled mischievously, �I do ,however, have an idea.�

She winked at him as she walked over to her dresser. With her belt off, her pantsuit gapped. Gojyo could see more of her body. He saw her breast slightly jiggling as she took her steps. He saw the cuts in her tone stomach, for the first time he noticed her ass bounced as she walked. He balled up his hands into fists and closed his eyes. It took incredible effort to not run to her and snatch her in his arms.

He barely heard the drawer open and close, then he felt something soft and cool running an �s� on his chest down to his stomach. His head snapped back as his eyes flew open. He gasped.

He tilted his head down and saw that she�d put on a pair of white satin gloves. She stepped into him and put her face against his chest. She slid one hand around to the small of his back as she moved the other hand down his stomach. She pushed into him as she maneuvered under his unusual waistband.

No sooner did her fingers clear his waistband, did she feel his very hard member. Holy shit!, she though as his size sank into her mind. With her hand grasping him , she looked up at him and smiled. �Maybe it is a good we can only go so far.�

He didn�t hear her words only her voice. His head was swimming with all sorts of emotions and sensations. His stomach curled and he slumped over her shoulder. She slid her hand away from him and whispered in his ear, �You ok?� She�d figured out that skin on skin contact was fine, the gloves were merely meant to act as a sensual sensation, she was hoping she hadn�t miscalculated.

As her hand moved he began to straighten up, �Yeah, I�m ok. Just really hot.� His eyes were half-closed as he slowly spoke.

She backed up a step and motioned with her finger for him to follow her. She sat on the edge of the bed as he stepped up to her. She tugged at his pants, �Out of those.�

She turned and crawled up the bed as he removed his pants. He was crawling up the bed after her. She laid back and put her satin covered hand between her legs. �C�mere.� She beckoned.

He put his hands on the satin coverlet by her hips and slid them up to her shoulders. When he pressed into her , his throbbing cock was grasped firmly by her hand. She whispered, �I will have you.�

That set him off. He dug his fingers into her shoulders, pressing his cheek against hers and began to rock his hips. Her hand tightened around him.

She tensed up one leg and rolled him over on his back. She sat up on one elbow stroking him. She moved her hand in slow steady strokes. She looked down at her hand, her thumb and forefinger were at least an inch and a half a part. God damn is that a dick or a wrist? She looked at him, �I want to see your eyes. I want to watch you.�

He took a quick breath and looked at her, �You�re a freak.�

She bent down and very briefly licked his check, �You have no idea.�

She began to pulsate the tightness of her grip as she stroked him. She tighten her grip on the down stroke and slightly relax her grip on the up stroke. His back arched into the bed and his eyes closed as he moaned.

�Eyes�, firmly came from her lips.

He turned his head and locked his crimson eyes onto her scarlet gaze. His hips bucked and he moaned. Her eyes probed him, diving deeper and deeper into him�she seemed to be looking at his soul.

She moved and straddled him, just below his hips. She switched her timing. She tightened her grip on the up stroke and slightly relaxed it on the down stroke. She heard his breath quicken. She saw him slowly blink.

He moved a hand over on top of hers. His other hand gripped the coverlet. She relaxed her arm and allowed him to direct the movements.

She felt him tighten his grip around her hand. He speed up the pace of the strokes and his hips began to buck with the movements.

She shifted her weight and leaned her face toward him. The tip of her nose barely brushed his. Their knuckles were rubbing against her pantsuit pushing into her tender region, increasing her desire by a factor of ten. Her eyes never left his. She softly , but firmly spoke, �I want you to cum for me.�

His stomach trembled, and his back arched. He pumped �their� hand furiously. He panted. She felt his thighs begin to tremble and she swiftly moved her free hand to the head of his cock. She winked into his gaze and his head snapped back. His eyes slammed shut. His chest tightened and his stomach quivered. She snapped her head and made sure there was at least one hand in the right position. She quickly returned her gaze to his face. The muscles in his face clenched as his hips rose off the bed. He held his breath as his orgasm exploded into her hand.

She saw his body tremble and quiver as his hips slowly lowered back to the bed. He gasped for breath and gasped as his orgasm slowly rolled away from him. She lightly closed her �catching� hand around the head of his dick and felt him twitch. His eyes slowly opened and she saw the satisfaction on his face and in his eyes. She waited until she was sure he�d expended all he had to offer and closed her hand. She slid off the glove and tossed it to the floor.

She shifted and laid on the bed next to him. Her remaining satin hand draped limply across his stomach. She noticed it was numb and trembled from all the movement.

He regained his breath and looked over at her. He smiled.

She smiled at him.

He hooked a finger under the shoulder strap of her pantsuit, �Out of that.� He was never selfish in bed.

She smiled and bent to unbuckle her ankle straps. He touch a hand to her back and pulled one strap over her shoulder, then the other. He tugged at her shoulders and she laid down. He sat up and pulled her pantsuit down and over her arms. The bunching fabric slowly revealed her breasts and soft lines to him. He bent to lap at her firm nipples and then thought better of it. He turned his face and rubbed his cheek against her nipple.

He continued to push her clothes down and over her feet. He held his arm out and released the thin fabric and it cascaded to the floor. She tilted her head and looked at it, It alwayoks oks better on the floor.

He adjusted his position between her knees and put his hands around her ankles. He slowly slid his hands up her legs , over her hips, on to her stomach, over her breasts, across her shoulders, and through her hair. He ran one hand down her arm and lifted up the gloved hand. He brought her hand to his face. He slid her fingers around his lips and caught her middle finger with his teeth. As he pulled her finger from his teeth, he bit the glove. He pulled the glove off her hand and laid her hand back onto the bed.

He held the satin glove, realizing there was no way his hand would fit, and ran a limp glove finger from her chin , between her breast, down her stomach and he draped it over her warm vulva.

He bent down and felt around. Finding what he was looking for he looked back at her and waved the cucumber in the air.

She chuckled, �That�s not was that�s for.�

He grinned,� It is now.�

She laughed.

He titled the cucumber to his temple, �I�m sorry, I thought you were a freak.� He teased.

He placed his empty hand on her hip, he curved his fingers and ran his fingernails down her tender inner thigh. He heard her gasp and saw her thigh tremble.
With a small flourish, he placed his hand over the glove and pressed into her with his thumb. He began making small circles over her sensitive satin covered nub as he ran the tip of the cucumber up her inner thigh.

She took in a slow breath as her back arched. As she exhaled she relaxed into the mattress.

He slid the tip of the cucumber under the glove and worked his way to her opening. As he eased it across the threshold of her opening he heard her gasp.

She had relaxed into the rhythm of his thumb, she felt her breathing time to his circular movements. Her mind began to spin and she felt her self getting even more wet. She felt the tip of the object against her. Damn, that�s cold. Her muscles tensed up around the coldness.

He adjusted his position and leaned in closer to her. She slid a hand over and gripped his forearm.

He waited for her to exhale, increased the pressure under his thumb and started worked the pseudo-penis into her. As he eased it into her, he heard her take a sharp breath and saw her hand tense up. He stopped all his movements. He glanced at her face. Her jaw was set and brow was knitted. He scanned her hips, they weren�t that narrow. �You ok?� He worriedly spoke.

She panted a few times, �Yeah, just let me relax.�

He looked at the cucumber and sized up its girth. It was a normal cucumber. It certainly wasn�t wider than he was. God damn, I�d break her.

He began to wonder if she was a virgin, but he didn�t recall feeling the resistance of a hymen. He felt her hand relax and he began to work his thumb in small firm circles.

He saw her juices seeping from around the green vegetable and slowly began to work it into her.

She took in another short breath.

He kept moving his thumb, but stopped the penetration. His skills had taught him the delicacies of reading the responses of a woman, he knew when to use caution.

She took in a deep breath, �God! Just do it already!� She yelled.

He knew when to use caution, or so he thought. He adjusted his position to gain better leverage and slowly, but firmly pushed it into her.

Her head snapped back , he saw her stomach muscles clench and she raised her shoulders about a foot off the bed. She cried out.

She flopped back onto the bed and he began the first back stroke. The juxtaposition of her inner heat and the cold cucumber was making her senses swirl and her muscles tense. She focused on relaxing, Damn, if he�d just keep moving. Shit!

�Don�t stop,� breathlessly left her lips.

He raised an eyebrow. Ooookaaayyy. �Remember your promise.� He slowly pulled the object from her depths and stroked it back in. Steadily he build up speed, and as he increased his movements he saw her breath even out to a more appropriate measure and her hips began to meet his movements.

�Oh yessss,� hissed from behind her teeth.

Gojyo smiled, Oh, I get it now. He grinned mischievously. She�s one of those firm and hard types. He increased the firmness behind the strokes and timed his thumb, in-down / up-out.

He scanned her body as she moaned and panted under his touch. He saw her chest heaving and her head turning. He saw her hand, that wasn�t on his arm, grip into the sheets. She arched her back and breathlessly whispered, �Oh god Gojyo�.fuck me.� She felt her orgasm begin to build.

Oh dear god! He slammed his eyes shut as his loins threatened to make this a much longer night. That was the third most erotic sound in the world �fuck me� from the lips of a woman under him.

He increased the force behind his �strokes� and moved his hand. Instead of his thumb, he was now pushing into her his the heel of his hand.

He saw her thighs tremble, her stomach quiver, and her hips bucked off the bed. Her orgasm exploded through her body. Her head pushed against the mattress, and her hand clamped down around his arm. Her nails dug into him. �Gojyo!� She screamed.

That was the second most beautifully erotic sound. He felt her nails dig into him and scrape down as her muscles tightened. Damn, forgot to secure the hands. That�s going to leave a mark. He watched as her muscles continued to quiver and shake. He could tell she was riding the wave back down, he felt her cycle through six waves before she finally settled.

He slowly slid the now very slick cucumber out of her and suddenly he was exhausted. He looked at his arm and saw the red raised skin. There were occasional flecks and tiny beads of crimson liquid. Oh, that explains it.

He saw her catching her breath, and he grabbed her hand --the one that scratched him. He wiped it on the coverlet -- just incase. His eyelids began to get very heavy. He crawled up the bed and laid down beside her.

She brushed her hand against his face and smiled. He weakly smiled back. They adjusted themselves and slid between the sheet. He nestled down next to her and whispered, �I bleed for no one, but you.� He tilted his forearm.

She looked down at it and her eyes grew wide. �Sorry,� she whimpered. He didn�t hear it, he was already asleep.
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