Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao

Disclaimer: This fanfic is based on the story and characters of Rurouni Kenshin, created by Watsuki Nobuhiro. I’m just borrowing his creations for a spell, no copyright infringements were intended. I’m not getting paid for this Kiddies! This is my own private obsession!
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It seems that during the couse of writing this, the action got to be a little more decadent then I had intened it to be. I've realized, due to some feedback I have gotten, that the sexaul actions portrayed in this BS might have been too rough, and therefore displeasing and upsetting for some of the readers. I wasn't meaing to do this and I have made compensations for the actions. In no way is Aoshi trying to force Misao to do anything. He is a gentleman as far as I am concerned and he would never do anything to Misao that she didn't want unless he thinks it would be better for her, but Misao ALWAYS has a choice, and he will ALWAYS respect her even though he might not like the outcome. As far as I'm concerned, that is Aoshi's way.
Please forgive my writing, sometimes the words get carried away.
-Miss bows respectfully-
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LEMON WARNING: This work of fan fiction contains extreme graphic instances of sexual intercourse. (Well, it's not THAT bad, but I thought you might want to read it more if I said so! *^_~*). If you are underaged, go read something wthout this stuff. If you get easily offened by sexual situations, you had best go and find some less strenuous forms of reading material. What's offered here is lust in a pure and *almost* unadulterated form.
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Blanket Scenario: Aoshi and Misao

Part 2

Brain Child of Miss_Led


Aoshi placed a finger to her lips as he spoke to still her questions, “Hold still.” His voice was firm and warm, like brandy. He tucked the edge of the kunai under the topmost strip of the cloth binding over her breasts. With a motion so quick she could not see it, his hand was gone. Aoshi half-smirked as she looked up at him in wonder. A couple of seconds later the binding over her breasts burst open forcefully like elastic retracting.

Misao gasped as the cold air flooded over her chest making a small noise of surprise as she did so. Aoshi casually threw the kunai to the side and reached down to capture her wrists. He drew them away from her chest to hold them high above her head with one hand. Misao was too astonished to protest the action. His hold was loose, she could break it at any moment, but seeing the way his eyes roamed heatedly over her exposed body, she wasn’t sure she wanted to just yet. Aoshi squeezed the soft flesh of her inner thigh with his free hand. She wiggled before him, her body asking for more then a mere touch.

Aoshi willingly obliged, slipping his fingers deep within her core again to tease her smoldering passion into a raging fire. Misao’s back arched from the incredible flood of sensation that crashed through her body. She moaned his name as her head rolled back, her hips coming off the floor. “Aoshi-sama!!!” Aoshi was enraptured by her passionate reaction. Leaning over to kiss the now exposed arch of her neck, he proceeded to nip a light trail down to her collarbone. Misao growled fiercely as he did so, her wrists pulling out of his grasp to rest on his shoulders, little nails scoring his flesh as her hands clenched.

Aoshi reveled in the sweet pain of the action, bringing her head up he kissed her again; this time it was slow and savoring, inviting her to kiss him back. Misao responded with all the feeling in her body and heart. Moving a hand up to cup the back of his head, she thrust her tongue into his mouth and claimed it as her own. Aoshi gave himself over to her, unable to hold back from the onslaught of her emotion.

Finally, he broke the fevered kiss to catch his breath. He was panting from the exertion, glad that their time together in this cabin was not going to be a battle of wills, for had it been so he would never have stood against the force of the desire burning inside her.

Misao sat up when he pulled away. He removed his digits gently as she did so, but not before giving the nub of her passion a quick pinch. Misao’s body spasmed as the feeling coursed through her nerves. She hit him over the head in response, “Aoshi-sama!!!! What are you doing to me?!?!?” She heaved great breaths as the delicious throbbing he had caused within her body began to abate. Aoshi held up his hand in supplication as he rubbed the knot on his head.

“Misao, do you think I would ever hurt you physically?” She glanced at him dubiously. He shrugged and looked at her with laughter in is eyes as she scowled at him. Then her face changed to a smooth mask.

“Aoshi-sama.” Misao’s voice was firm and unwavering, an unreadable expression having replaced the scowl. He could not guess what she was thinking. It was a new feeling for him, to not be able to read her emotions; he was slightly on edge at the sense of helplessness the knowledge had caused.

“Hai?” His face mirrored her own: it was the same cold facade as always but this time his eyes gave him away. They were wary of her. Misao danced with glee on the inside to see that her Aoshi-sama was unable to guess her next move. She’d always known he’d been able to read her like a book, what she never knew until this night, however, was that when she used his own tricks on him, he was powerless against her. She laughed evilly inside and watched him.

“Aoshi-sama…….” He nodded; his eyes told her he was worried. “I want you to do something for me.” They narrowed instantly, he nodded cautiously this time. “I want you to lie on your back.” She reached for his wrist and pulled him towards the futon next to her. Aoshi did as he was asked but his eyes were still narrowed warily.

“Misao? What are you planning?” Her face was still unreadable, but there was a small, tight smile on her mouth. She shook her head, she’s wasn’t going to let him know anything, if she did, he’d never give her a chance to do as she wanted. Misao reached down to the foot of the futon, she picked up both of her damp socks and made quick work of tying the feet together. She wadded them up behind her as she captured his wrists with her hand. Aoshi let her do so only because he was not yet sure what she wanted of him.

He wasn’t expecting her to move so fast, but in the space of a few seconds she had his hands tied together and thrown over his head. Aoshi was dazed for a couple of moments as his newfound state of freedom, or lack thereof, sunk in. He struggled against the cold, wet bonds. “Misao!!! What did you do? Let me loose!” His muscles strained against the thick cloth as he moved to sit up and free himself. Misao forcefully pushed him to the ground and pinned him with a well-placed elbow to the ribs.

“Aoshi-sama, you haven’t even let me put a hand on you since this started other then to hold myself up. Its about time I got a chance to explore. So you’re going to lay there, tied up so you can’t stop me, and take it like a man!” Aoshi gulped as he saw the determination in her eyes. He ceased to struggle immediately, instead he opted for words to try and get him out of this predicament.

“Ne, Misao…” He crooned softly, “Let me up, onegai? You can do anything you want to me but I don’t like being tied.” Misao gave him an even look then proceeded to gag him with her obi. His eyes beseached her pleadingly, but this time he did not fight. ‘Let’s see what she has planned….’ He lay back and waited silently. Misao smiled in triumph, feasting her eyes on the length of his body. Aoshi tensed under her probing gaze.

Finally, Misao reached a hand out to touch him, tracing the scars across his chest reverently with her fingers. Aoshi writhed at her caress, his shoulders twisting as if he was trying to get away from her fingers. She gave him a quick look to confirm the fact and saw his eyes were closed and his face was strained. She pulled the gag away from his mouth and was surprised by the flow of laughter from Aoshi’s lips.

“Yamate!!!! That tickles!” She looked at him as if he’d gone mad. Instead of explaining he threw his tied arms around her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. Misao still couldn’t believe she’d heard him laugh. The kiss she gave him was almost absentminded as her mind processed the sound for a later memory. When he finally let her up she was a bit out of breath but still as determined as ever, before he could protest she slipped the gag back into place.

Her captive groaned loudly in objection but stayed where he was, obediently placing his hands over his head once again. Misao was amused at how docile he was being. She really hadn’t been expecting Aoshi to let her take control, she thought she'd have to fight him for the chance. But here he was, laid out before her like an offering…..She ran her hands over his solid chest, feeling his muscles twitch underneath them. Aoshi drew in a ragged breath. Misao’s palms paused as they encountered the twin protrusions of Aoshi’s hardened nipples.

Fingers toyed with his nipples absently; Misao rolled them between her finger tips in a gentle caress. Aoshi moaned softly. In a moment of sheer impulsiveness, Misao leaned down to taste him. First with the tip of her tongue, which darted out quickly over his skin, then with her whole mouth as she drew in his nipple, flickering her tongue over it in circles. Aoshi made a sharp sound then sucked in a shaky breath. His body went taunt as she traced a path in kisses across his chest to it’s twin.

He tasted like salt to her, but there was something else, the essence of the man. It wasn’t sweet or bad, but Aoshi, she couldn’t explain it, but it was wonderful. Like home, surrounding her senses, engulfing her being. As her fingers traced the cords of his abdomen, her mouth slowly followed suit. Aoshi was writhing beneath her, she knew he wouldn’t stand for much more. She circled his navel with her tongue then graced his lower belly with a trail of butterfly kisses.

Aoshi was almost at the breaking point. His back was arched like a bow and his teeth clenched the fabric of his makeshift gag. He had long since broken into a sweat and his eyes, when he could bear to open them, were glazed over with passion. He was patient though, he could hold out for a while longer, Misao was right, he’d been a fool to not let her have her way with him.

Misao pulled back nervously to look at his sex. Her face was prettily flushed. She glanced at her bound lover only to find him staring at her, eyes burning her with their intensity. Turning away, she looked shyly back to his maleness as she stretched a tentative hand out to touch him. Her fingers stroked down his throbbing length in a feather light caress. Aoshi’s whole body shuddered and his shoulders arched off the futon. Misao became bolder and she closed her hand around him, circling her thumb over the crest eliciting a groan in response. She felt a drop of slick wetness under her finger and removed her hand to rub her fingers together. Raising her them to her mouth, she tasted this trace of dewy wetness. Aoshi saw her do so and teetered on the edge of his control.

The taste was not bad; she could not describe it other then to say it was the essence of the man. It was again, something that was uniquely his own. She wanted to know more of it. Time stopped as Aoshi silently watched Misao’s head dip towards him, opening the sweet circle of her lips to engulf his member. The pleasure was near unbearable as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Her tongue played against his hardened length and was almost his undoing.

Aoshi's arms flexed, the cloth binding his wrists ripped instantly and, with his hands now free, he tore the gag from his mouth. Sitting up abruptly, Aoshi reached down to pull Misao’s mouth to his own. He rolled them over and pinned her beneath his body. When he raised his head is eyes were dark and almost feral. His chest heaved with the force it took for him to breathe. Misao was bewildered by the change that had come over him.

“Misao, you’re going to pay for that little trick, but all in due time….” The corner of his mouth quirked up as he said the words and there was a warm glow in his eyes. Misao shifted under him nervously. Maybe she had gone too far?? She didn’t have time to ponder that thought before he kissed her again. Aoshi’s hands had free roam over all of her body and they left no place undiscovered. They always returned to her breasts though, to pluck at her nipples or to cup their weight. Aoshi pushed away to have another look at Misao’s glowing body.

He breasts had grown, much more then he’d realized. The binding over them had hidden much. They were perfectly formed with rosy peaks. Unable to resist, his head dipped to take one of them in his mouth while his fingers played with the other. It was Misao’s turn to moan as a wave of unbridled pleasure spread through her, making every never tingle with warm anticipation. Aoshi raised his head to watch her reaction and was very pleased by what he saw.

“Now you know firsthand what you were doing to me. There’s just one problem. You forget that as your former Okashira, I can do almost everything much better then you.” Misao’s anger prickled her spine as Aoshi winked at her, but she had no time to react before he moved to prove his point. All she could do was ride the wave of bliss his mouth was causing. Warm lips moved down her chest, foraging a path to her stomach with wet kisses. His mouth paused, as her’s had before, to pay homage to her bellybutton causing her to giggle as his tongue tickled the small hollow. She was not giggling however, when Aoshi’s fingers parted her flesh and his mouth took possession of the seed of her passion.

Misao’s back arched off the bed and her fingers tangled in his hair as she tried to pull his mouth away. She was so sensorial that a flick of his tongue caused her body to tremble uncontrollably. Aoshi decided it was only fair to make her squirm. He inserted the fingers of his right hand into her tight crevice as his mouth played havoc with most sensitive flesh. Misao half sat off the futon as a lightning bolt of pleasure ripped through her. Aoshi eased her back down with his arm and gently held her to the mat as he continued his onslaught of her body. Misao couldn’t stop herself from rising to the careful thrusts of his fingers within her. His mouth was causing so much of a reaction that she was no longer coherent.

Still, Aoshi continued to stoke the fire within her. Misao was moaning and grinding against him, unable to control her actions, unaware of her own state of abandon. Aoshi watched her body as it twisted and bucked beneath his ministrations. He felt the wall of tension build in her body, growing stronger and stronger with each thrust of his hand, each flick of his tongue. He closed his eyes and sucked on her deeply one last time, burying his fingers deep within her as he felt her sheath contract sporadically around them. Misao felt like she was being ripped apart by a raging fire, burning brightly in the heavens. She’d never felt such complete gratification before, had never known such pleasure could exist on earth. ‘But that’s right,’ she thought blankly, ‘I’m in heaven now.……’

Misao’s eyes took a while to come back into focus. She had been staring up at the ceiling absently as though she was no longer there with him in the cabin. Aoshi rested on his side next to her, watching the residual shudders of her climax wrack her body. He had a satisfied look on his face as he watched her, his own need forgotten for the moment as he took pleasure in her release. Misao looked at him then with awe. She said nothing, but only continued to stare at him as if she didn’t know whether he was real or not.

Sighing deeply, Aoshi reached out and flicked her nipple with aimless abandon. Misao gasped, abruptly coming back down to reality, and sat up, covering her breasts. “Aoshi…….” He raised an eyebrow as he observed her lack of formality with his name. It wasn’t an unpleasant sound to his ears, but it proved how much of an effect her release had effected her. Aoshi pulled Misao down into his arms and stroked her hair absently, she was still shivering and confused but he could feel the turmoil depart from her.

“What happened to me? I thought I had died and gone to heaven.” Aoshi nearly choked when he heard her words. ‘Died and gone to heaven?’ Only his Misao could say something as ridiculous as that. He squeezed her ardently.

“Misao, don’t say that because we’re not through yet.” Aoshi told her this in a warm tone with a mischievous fleck in his voice. Misao looked up at his with wide, puzzled eyes. He kissed her soundly before spinning the both of them over until he rested on top of her, within the cradle of her thighs.

“Do you know why a man is hard and a woman soft?” Misao shook her head at Aoshi’s enigmatic question; her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. “Well, Misao. This is so they fit together like two halves of a coin. Kami-sama made sure that they fit in more then just this way though.” He placed a hand between them, slipping him fingers inside of her again to demonstrate. “I’ll be the sword if you’ll be the saya….” The words weren’t meant to scare her but Misao instantly felt an emotion closely akin to panic. Her eyes dilated as the true meaning of his words dawned upon her. She looked down at his hardened sex and shook her head.

"Aoshi-s-sama…..I-I don’t think that’s going to work.” The corners of his mouth curved upward at her show of innocence, his eyes twinkling with warmth and laughter. He gave her a quick hard kiss on the mouth and removed his fingers to settle himself at her opening. He smiled at her reassuringly as he pressed forward lightly into her molten heat. Misao’s body tensed in reaction to the stretching of her flesh caused by the persistence of his air-chilled member.

That part of him was much bigger than his fingers had been. “Misao? Do you trust me?” She looked at Aoshi with watery eyes and nodded softly, his lips kissed her eyelids and caressed her cheeks, finally settling over her mouth possessively. He ended the kiss to speak again, this time the words were quiet while his eyes asked for understanding, “Misao, this will hurt you, but only for a minute. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t have to, but want you to know more then just a puddle of pleasure. I want to show you an ocean of it. In order for me to do that, I have to hurt you for a moment. There’s no other way. If you're not ready for this we can stop, daijoubu?”

Misao fully comprehended his words, she looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded her consent. Though she wasn't looking forward to any sort of pain, she trusted Aoshi with her life and even more importantly, her heart. When she nodded Aoshi's held breath seeped out in a soft hiss. Taking possession of her mouth again, he continued to claim her innocence. Aoshi wanted to be slow, but Misao pulled her mouth from his and cried out as if she were in agony. Knowing it would be worse for her if he continued at his present pace, Aoshi wrapped his arms around Misao tightly, to keep her from moving, and thrust into her, knowing that the short, sharp pain would go away faster then any a drawn out entrance would have caused. Misao cried out as the piercing pain cut through her body. Aoshi clenched his teeth as he held her, his eyes watering over as Misao sobbed into his shoulder.

He loosened his hold and pushed himself onto his elbows to look at her. She had caught her bottom lip between her teeth and bitten it roughly. Her hands were fisted and her body shook from her sobs. He kissed the spot of blood from her lip and whispered to her softly. “Sumimasen, Misao. Sumimasen.” Aoshi’s stormy blue eyes were clouded over with the pain reflected in her own; Misao saw herself reflected in their shimmering pools of moisture, caused by having to hurt her for even one short moment. She nodded, sniffling one last time before wrapping her arms around his neck holding him close, content to know how much he cared.

“Daijoubu, Aoshi-sama. The pain is going away like you said. It was only bad for a moment.” He was glad to hear her words and kissing her pulse point lightly, he nestled his head into her neck until she was ready to go on.

============So how many of you are sweating it out?==============

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Author's Notes: This was originally released to the Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction Discussion List in two parts, 2 and 3. For the purpose of saving space, I've compiled them. Due to some negative feedback, I rewrote the third (contained here) and forth sections (will be part 3), adding a more emotionally correct feeling to the story. I am happy with the changes.