Hiko\'s Water Sprite

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Hiko’s Water Sprite
Chapter 4

It was a beautiful spring day. The air was warm and a soft breeze caused the trees to drift. Birds darted from branch to branch, while bees were busy gathering pollen from the variety of early blooms. Keiko picked her way along the path by the river carefully. She was making her way to her favorite place-the bathing pool by the side of the river. As she walked, she said a silent prayer to the kami that her swordsman would be there. For the past two weeks, she’d been forced by her father to stay close to the farm he tried to maintain by the forest’s edge. Today was the first day she could get away.

Rounding the bend in the path, Keiko gazed out onto the empty pool. Her swordsman was no where to be seen. Kneeling on the soft patch of moss by the pool’s side, Keiko’s mind drifted back to their previous encounters. She remembered the hardness of his muscles and the softness of his lips as they caressed her own. She recalled the feeling of his velvet sword slowly entering her. The feel of the water as it massaged her nub in time to her swordsman’s strokes, was fresh in her memory.

As she relived these moments in her mind, she felt her body become flushed with heat. Keiko brought her hand up and massaged the back of her neck. Her arm brushed the side of her breast and she became aware of the soft cotton of her yukata brushing her already-hard nipple. As Keiko enjoyed the memories, she slowly brought her hand down her neck. She trailed her hand over the swell of her breast, to the hard peak beneath her thin yukata. Slowly, softly she massaged her nipple, imagining it was Hiko’s hand instead of her own.

For two weeks, Hiko had visited the pool daily. It had become routine and he cursed himself each time. Each day he told himself that it would be the last day he would come and that he was too old for such foolishness. Yet he came back every day and everyday that he found the pool empty, there was a feeling of loss and longing for his water sprite. Today, Hiko told himself, would be no different. The pool would be empty, he’d swim and nap and waste the day away alone.

As he came down the path on the other side of the river, Hiko spotted one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. His water sprite sat on the moss by the side of the pool, her hand slowly massaging her left breast. Every few moments she’d center in on the nipple and massage the hard bud. Even from the distance he was at, Hiko could see the fast rise and fall of her breathing. Hiko smirked. His water sprite never failed to amaze him. Using his god-like speed, he hurried down the path and across the river.

Keiko’s breathing was becoming heavier and heavier and the heat was becoming unbearable. Sliding her hand down, she tugged at the knot of her yukata. As the knot freed, she slipped her hand beneath the fabric to her skin. Softly tracing a path Hiko’s hands had taken before, she moved her hand back up to her left breast. Circling the nipple, she felt little shocks running through her body. The heat was stifling. Removing her hand for a moment, she shrugged out of her yukata, allowing it to pool beneath her. Keiko scooted down and stretched out on the bed of moss. Closing her eyes to the dappled sunlight above, she once again began to gently stroke her breast.

Hiko crept up the path silently. As he neared the pool, he spotted Keiko stretched out. She had removed her clothing and the sight of her rubbing her own breast began to ignite the fire in Hiko. He watched as she stroked her porcelain skin and teased her dusky rose nipple. However, what she did next, caused Hiko’s passion to explode.

Keiko was massaging her nipples with both hands now, yet there was an ache inside she didn’t know what to do with. Wetness was pooling between her thighs and she needed some kind of release. Memories of Hiko stroking her were coming back to her. Slowly, she slid her right hand down her body, across her stomach, to the dark nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. She rubbed the curls with the palm of her hand. Taking her index finger, she gently traced the slit she found. She followed it down to the wetness and slowly brought it back up. She repeated the motion, but something was missing. Keiko added just a bit of pressure and her finger slipped in between her folds. As she started down, she brushed something that made her moan. She continued down, feeling the wetness coat her finger and carefully she came back up.

As Hiko watched Keiko’s hand move down her body, his loins sprang to life. He held his breath as he watched her finger slip in between her folds. When she moaned, he knew he needed to be a part of this somehow. Quickly and quietly, he shed his clothing. Dropping to his hands and knees, he silently crawled next to Keiko.

Keiko had sped up her strokes. It felt so good. Her other hand continued to massage her breasts, but with only one hand and two breasts, one was lacking attention. Her eyes were still closed while she imagined Hiko doing these things to her. Suddenly, she felt her neglected nipple being sucked upon! Her eyes shot open and her hand pulled away from her curls, only to be caught. Her mahogany eyes met the black eyes of Hiko. He smiled around her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. Keiko was stunned and didn’t react for a moment. So Hiko flicked the nipple again. This time, Keiko moaned at the sensation. Hiko took her caught hand and led it back to her curls. Wrapping his hand over hers, he directed their fingers back to her folds. Running their index fingers down to her entrance, he swirled hem in her wetness and went back up to her nub. Directing her index finger to swirl around the pleasure center, Hiko let go of her hand.

As soon as she felt his hand leave hers, she stopped moving. Hiko removed his mouth from her nipple.

“Ah…ah…ah,” he said, recapturing her hand. Once again, he directed her index finger to swirl around her nub. He stared into her eyes and watched them glaze over as he directed her. Leaning in, he caught her lips and as he plundered her sweetness, he let go of her hand and slid his own hand down. Taking his index finger, he swirled at her entrance and slowly inserted his finger. Keiko’s eyes shut and breaking the kiss, she moaned. Hiko smiled a feral smile and bent down to her nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he began to nibble and suck as his index finger started a steady rhythm.

Beneath him, Keiko was being assaulted with sensory overload. Her eyes were shut tight and her breaths were coming in quick gasps and moans. Hiko added his middle finger in her silken passage and began to increase the pace. Keiko continued to rub her nub as best as she could. Suddenly, Hiko changed the angle of his fingers and brushed something that made Keiko cry out. Continuing at that angle, Hiko smiled at he felt Keiko’s breathing become more labored. Adding just a touch more speed, Hiko felt Keiko’s muscles inside clamp onto his fingers. Removing his mouth from her nipple, he watched her face as her orgasm rocked her body. Her head was thrown back, her eyes shut, her mouth in a perfect “O” and her muscles inside were rippling around his fingers.

As she slowly recovered from her orgasm, Keiko opened her eyes. She could still feel Hiko’s fingers slowly pumping the last of her orgasm from her. Looking to his face, she was that feral smile she’d come to love. His entire face exuded male pride and perhaps something else. As she watched, he pulled his fingers from her cavern and licked them clean. Suddenly Keiko was overcome with shame for her wanton actions. Surely what she’d done was wrong. She rolled on her side, away from Hiko.

Hiko felt a wave of confusion at the girl’s actions. If there was one thing Hiko didn’t like it was not knowing what was going on. Growling, he grabbed Keiko’s shoulder and rolled her onto her back.

“Why?” he simply asked.

Keiko felt tears forming.

“Wasn’t what I was doing wrong? Surely a woman isn’t supposed to touch herself like that!” she said, tears darkening her lashes.

For a moment Hiko was taken aback. This was another reminder that the girl was young and unsure of herself.

“There was nothing wrong with it,” he said, shaking his head. “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“B-Beautiful?” Keiko asked, her voice shaking.

“Hai, beautiful. You never fail to amaze me, my water sprite.”

Keiko smiled shyly at his words. Leaning up, she bestowed a light kiss on his lips.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

“So have I,” Hiko said. “The proof is waiting for you,” he said, looking down to his engorged length.

Keiko’s gaze followed Hiko’s. Smiling she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Hiko leaned over her and gently nudging her thighs apart, settled between them.

Keiko’s hands traced the muscles of his chest, while she continued to kiss him. Moving her hand between their bodies, she rubbed the tip of his member. Hiko groaned and gave an involuntary buck forward.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “I know for some women it is uncomfortable right after an orgasm.”

“Shhhh…,” Keiko said, putting a finger to his lips. “You’ve missed me.”

Hiko kissed her hard. She wrapped her hand around his length and directed him to her opening. As soon as Hiko felt her wet heat at his tip, all rational thought left him. With one thrust, he impaled her. Keiko cried out, both in pain and pleasure. She couldn’t deny that it burned some, but the feeling of being full of him overrode it. Hiko began a fast rhythm and the slapping of flesh to flesh soon drowned out the river.

Keiko wrapped her legs around Hiko’s waist, allowing him to go deeper. She felt as though he was ramming her womb with each thrust. Yet something inside was building, she could feel it. She urged him on with cries and touches. Neither she nor Hiko cared about the sweat that was now rolling freely from them. Above her, Hiko’s face was set in concentration.

The girl would be the death of him. Her delicious muscles were holding his member so tightly that each thrust felt like it would be his undoing. Yet she was crying out for more. Holding back his pleasure, using every method he knew, he waited for her. He would give her this. He could hold on.

Keiko felt something coming. Her world was rocking back and forth, she needed to steady herself. Clamping onto Hiko, she went completely rigid. With an ear-piercing cry, she felt her orgasm come over her.

Beneath him, she’d gone still and then Hiko felt her muscles tighten to an almost unbearable level. The pressure in his balls rose and was suddenly gone. With a roar, Hiko shot his essence deep inside her again and again. Her rippling muscles milked him of all his strength and he collapsed onto her. Holding her, he fought for breath. Feeling her hands run through his hair, he closed his eyes. At long last she was where she belonged, in his arms. The pair fell asleep, while around them nature sung her lullaby and the sun shone on the two lovers.


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I hope this will hold you over for a bit. I’m preparing to finish “Control”. I should have it done shortly. Enjoy!