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Lipstick on the Night Stand, Demons at the Door	By : rokesmith Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, its fandom or any of its characters and make no money from this fanfic. The title is borrowed from 'Joy Ride' by the Killers.

Chapter List
- 1-Tension
- 2-Voyeurs
- 3-Massage
- 4-Release
- 5-Climax
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Chapter Three: Massage

The corridor around them was filled with the intermingled sounds of passion. There were two doors still open, one of the rooms was occupied, a huge circular bed where half a dozen people writhed around each other. The one that was empty was a plain, simple bed with a mirror in the ceiling above it. They both knew there would be a camera behind that mirror so that Fujimoto could watch everything they did in the bed below.

Youji led Manx inside, closed the door and then pulled her against him to hiss, “We’re going to tease him. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

They walked over to the bed. “Lie down on your front,” Youji said.

Manx did as she was told, crossing her arms under her head to keep her makeup from smudging on the covers. Youji knelt beside her and ran his hands delicately over her shoulders, letting his fingertips drift over her skin. Then he bent down and kissed her slowly from the nape of her neck to the base of her hair. Manx let out a little sigh. Youji moved his hands up to her back, applying just a little more pressure over her shoulder blades, varying it in slow, relaxed motions, enjoying the feeling of her body under his hands.

“That’s good,” she murmured.

Youji bent his head again and planted a series of delicate kisses all the way along her shoulders, making her tremble. Then he slipped his hands over her to the top of the corset and very slowly undid it, one buckle at a time. He spread it out on either side of her, leaving her whole back exposed, both to him and its reflection in the mirror. He took time to look at her body, enjoying the strange intimacy of seeing it exposed in this way, all the way from the top of her hips to her neck, feeling calm, but also excited at the curve of her ass beneath the skirt and the glimpses of the sides of her breasts as they pressed against the corset.

He started to touch her again, starting at her waist this time, massaging her skin as it curved down to meet her belly while at the same time running his thumbs over the slight dip above her spine. She sighed, shivered, and finally moaned as he increased the pressure, moving slowly up her body in delicate waves.

“Oh that’s very good...”

He kept the motions the same, just as slow, just as gentle, up and down her back but sometimes changing from side to side. He kept changing his touches, sometimes pressing, sometimes caressing, sometimes barely there at all.

Beneath his hands Manx was tensing up. Her eyes were closed, her eyelids twitching as he moved across her; her breath was louder; she couldn’t stay still, her arms and legs rubbing against the covers as she moved them. Sensing this, Youji bent over, using both his hands to hold himself above her. She pushed herself up on her arms, arching her back and bent her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her neck. She let out a groan and tilted her head the other way, letting him run his lips over the other side of her throat. He moved back, planting a delicate kiss above her spine, then another, down across her burning skin, every one bringing him closer to the heat boiling inside her that wanted him so badly now.

By the time he reached the base of her spine and the top of her skirt, she was struggling to stay still, waiting to see what would happen next. His kisses stopped and Youji calmly gathered up both sides of the corset and buckled it up again. She shot a glance over her shoulder, trying to focus enough to ask why.

He mouthed to her ‘teasing’ and then said aloud, “Roll over.”

Manx did so, lying on her back and looking up at her reflection. She felt like she was on fire inside, there was too much heat in her body yearning to get out. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to scream at him to do anything he wanted to her, but she had to stay in control.

She gripped the bedcovers tightly in her hands as Youji lifted her right leg and placed his hand gently on her ankle. He pushed it slowly upwards, over the rough surface of her stockings. He could feel the thigh muscles tense as Manx trembled with anticipation. He felt his own body aching as his fingers reached the end of the fabric and moved across the indescribably soft skin of her inner thigh. He could feel her heat now, combining with the wetness on her skin to beckon him further.

But he stopped just short of it. He withdrew his hand slowly the way it had come and placed the other one on her other leg, tracing the same path across the stockings and her trembling skin.

“Oh god,” Manx whispered to her reflection, unsure if Youji could even hear her. “Please...”

Then he took hold of both of her ankles and pushed them up. Her knees rose and spread. Her skirt fell back against her body. She opened herself up completely to him.

Youji bent close, watching her tremble, the scent of her excitement filling his nostrils. He ran his tongue across the backs of her thighs, tasting her.

Manx’s eyes were open wide, the breath was catching in her throat, her entire body was tense with anticipation, poised on the edge, so close that every touch was now agony. “Youji,” she began, “you –” but she got no further because at that moment Youji dipped his head and ran his tongue across the lips of her pussy.

The pleasure rushed through her body like a wave, cutting her off and driving her into the covers as her back arched. Her hips trembled, giving her another moment of wonderful contact. One hand clenched around the bedclothes, the other one flailed and caught hold of one of Youji’s and held it tightly.

Youji hesitated for an instant, tasting her on his lips and tongue, wondering if that had been enough to bring her to orgasm. But the pressure on his hand did not diminish, and as he once again leant in to kiss the hot flesh between her thighs, the grip tightened. He ran his tongue across the lips once more and then pushed into the heat that lay beyond. He licked her up and down in long, firm strokes, moving from side to side with the dexterity the came with years of enthusiastic practice. Manx’s body responded, pressing harder against him, the trembles of her legs giving her motion of her own. Her breath came in high pitched gasps, the heat and the tension in her body building to the point where it was nearly impossible to think of anything else.

Youji moved the hand she held and pressed it against her belly to try and steady her. She was stilled for a moment as he moved his tongue up from her pussy and to the folds of pink flesh just above it then dived down again, his mouth searching for the tiny nub he knew she desperately wanted him to find.

He knew he brushed it when she gasped again. A moment of searching and another touch nearly lifted her off the bed. He paid her the same courtesy she’d paid him: he held her down, firmly but gently, and flicked his tongue in and out of his mouth across the spot as fast as he could.

Manx cried out, squeezing his hand as her entire body shook. It went on for ten seconds which seemed to last an eternity as the heat inside her boiled over, filling her up with ecstasy. It peaked and she had no more breath to cry out with until the moment finally passed and she filled her lungs with a series of shrill gasps. Then she lay back, still trembling as her body relaxed and her frantic heartbeat slowed, enjoying the very pleasant heat still inside her. Her hand released Youji’s, and he raised his head to watch her.

She closed her legs and stretched them out again, rolling over onto her side as Youji leaned close to her.

“Do you think that was enough?” he asked.

Manx smiled. “Definitely. Youji, that was fantastic.”

She pulled herself closer to him, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. “What now?”

Before Youji could reply, there was a knock on the door, and at their invitation, Yukiko walked into the room. “Youji-san, Erika-san, I hope you are enjoying the party. Fujimoto-san requests the pleasure of your company in his private room.”

Youji pushed himself up and gave the secretary his best smile. “We’d be delighted.”
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