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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 3: Unfulfilled Desires

Shortly after Rin entered the room the voice of the innkeeper was heard at the shōji, "Excuse me, but I hope you hadn't planned on travelling today. It seems that a large storm has hit the area, and we aren't sure when it will stop. Please stay here as until the storm has subsided. I won't charge much for the room. They could hear the innkeeper smirking under her words.

Manji groaned, got up and looked out the window. Just as the woman had said, it was completely white outside and more snow was falling. It seemed as though they were going to be stuck here for a while.

"It's alright Manji-san, we have more than enough money left to sustain us." Rin whispered, hoping the innkeeper didn't hear her.

"Fine, we'll stay, but you better not overcharge us hag!" Manji yelled at the closed shōji.

"Hai samurai-san." They could see the bowing silhouette of the innkeeper as she took her leave.

Manji raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Rin. She was about to start to roll up her fūton. "Not much point in packing 'em up."

Rin's hand shot to her mouth to cover her astonished look, but her eyes were wide. "M..Manji-san. I…I…I don't think that we should, um…I mean I am not, you're just…"

Manji gave Rin a puzzled look then realized what she was thinking. "Fuck Rin, I only meant we're gonna be stuck here a while! Don't get me wrong a roll in the sack wouldn't be minded, but..." Manji cut himself off realizing he had said much more than he should have.

"Manji-san?" Rin's eyes were full of questions. "Manji-san is that what you want?"

Manji shot Rin a quick glare, "Don't be an idiot kid."

Rin looked back down at her fūton and decided to leave it be. She realized he only meant it as there was no point rolling it up if they were going to be here for a while, even if it wasn't proper. She slumped back down on it, exhausted. She felt like going back to sleep, but simply laid on her back, not wanting to move. Just then a loud gurgling sound echoed from her, and she put her right hand over her stomach.

Manji looked over at Rin. She still only had her yūkata on and because she was lying on her back Manji could once again see down the folds of the fabric. Her skin was flushed from the heat, and maybe from something else. God she was pretty. Manji felt a sudden heat starting to overcome him and rose from the window and walked across the room. Rin sat up, `Manji-san?"

"You're not the only one who's gotta piss around here Rin." Manji snarled as he open the shōji and walked out.

Rin stared at the door, almost glad he was gone. She realized she was still only in her yūkata but it was still too hot to dress. Seeing as Manji wasn't in the room she undid the ties of her yūkata and let it fall to her waist. She grabbed a jar of cream from her shoulder bag and dipped a finger into the cool cream and began to spread it over her flushed skin. She didn't know why she was so easily heated but the cream felt soothing and calm on her skin. The coldness of it sent a chill up her spine and down her arms, and her chest. She began to thoroughly enjoy the feeling of rubbing the cool cream over her chest; and the feeling of her hands sliding smoothly across her bare skin. She started to feel even more flushed as she continued to run her hands over her flesh. The feeling was sending liquid heat to below her belly. She started to think about how Manji had looked at her that morning while she stood just outside the open shōji and the heat in her began to increase. She let out a soft moan as her right hand grazed her hard pert nipple of her left breast. Just then she heard footsteps outside of the room and quickly pulled her yūkata back up to her shoulders and started to knot its ties as the shōji opened and Manji stepped inside.

As Manji entered the room he saw Rin pulling her yūkata into place at her shoulders and knotting the ties. He wasn't sure what she had just been doing but she was even more flushed than when he had left. His imagination wanted to run rampant at that moment but he shook his head slightly and thought how she was still just a kid. She wouldn't know anything about the thoughts that had just crossed his mind.

Rin rose and walked to the shōji. "I'm going for a bath now Manji-san."

Manji looked down at her and noticed something white on her neck so he went to brush it off. Last thing he needed was her freaking out over a bug or something stupid like that. As his hand touched her flushed skin of her neck he realized it wasn't a bug on it. It was cream. She had just finished spreading cream on herself and he had interrupted her. A smirk grew on his face as his twisted thoughts to what she could have been doing resurfaced.

"Manji-san what are you…" Rin put her hand to her mouth when she realized he had wiped some remaining cream from off her neck. Her flush grew even more heated in embarrassment as she bolted out of the room and down to the bath house.

Manji chuckled to himself, Rin's jasmine scented cream still on his fingertips. So maybe the kid's not as innocent as she seemed. Hell she was doing up her yūkata just as he walked into the room. At that moment he pictured Rin touching herself, running her cream along her skin with her delicate hands. "Fuck that girl is driving me batshit." He thought as he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. He looked down at his left hand which still had her cream on his index and middle finger. He could smell the jasmine from here and closed his eyes. "Fuck it," he thought, "thinking like this ain't gonna do me any good." He wiped his hand on a nearby towel and sat down on his fūton. He let his head fall back against the wall and closed his eye. He again started to think about Rin; her skin, the way she felt in his arms that morning, her half open yūkata that so generously exposed part of the silky flesh of her breasts and the cream that he now knew she was spreading over herself while he was out of the room.

Manji let out a deep moan from the pit of his stomach, it sounded almost animalistic, and thought to himself how she looked at him earlier, her eyes blazing, her skin perfectly heated, her lips parted and welcoming. Manji shifted his hips further from the wall and leaned more casually. Just thinking about all that was making him tense, and he felt a need rise deep in his groin. "She won't be gone for long, I don't got much time."

Manji pulled the sleeves of his kōsōde down past his waist and slowly put his right hand down beneath his fundoshi. He took hold of his hard shaft, pulled it from beneath the cloth and started to pump with ferocious need. "Yeah, that's it. God girl the things I could do to you; the things I want to do to you." Manji's eye was closed and his mind was running through images of all the times he had caught glimpses of Rin's body, her flesh gleaming under droplets of sweat from training or exhaustion from heat. He pumped faster and faster, running his hands smoothly along his hardened henoko. He could feel his need growing. He would satiate his thirst now if even it were only temporarily.

When Rin had gotten down to the bath house it was already full with women and their children escaping from the cold outside, and the heat of their rooms. Rin decided she would come back later when some of the people had cleared out. So she headed back for the room. When she reached the room she could hear moans coming from behind the shōji. She noticed it was slightly open, only a crack and peered in. To her astonishment she could see Manji on the other side of the room, propped against the wall. He was gripping his henoko, pumping it with insatiable desire and need. She watched as his hand slid up and down his veined member, his skin that sheathed it rising and falling with the motions his hand made. She looked at his face, his body; he was flushed and his eye closed, his lips parted and his breathing heavy. She felt a liquid heat rise within herself again, moving throughout her body. She felt warm and her breath quickened. Then she heard his words; he was moaning her name in short, quick breaths as she watched him pump harder and eventually she saw his body stiffen. She watched his heated seed spill out onto his hand, and he bellowed a low, deep groan of satisfaction as he mumbled her name again.

"God Rin, you're gonna be the death of me girl." Manji mumbled to himself.

Rin froze when she heard his words. Did he know she was there? Was she supposed to answer?

"Girl you don't know what you do to me. It's a good thing too. Last thing I need is that kind of hassle. Girl you best stay in that bath house if you know what's good for you."

Rin then realized that Manji hadn't noticed her presence and was talking to himself; about her. What did she do to him to make him want to pleasure himself so? She knew that was what he was doing from when she had talked to Doa about the inner workings of being intimate with a man. Doa had told her many, many things and this, she said was how a man could satiate his 'need' of a woman without actually having a woman, and how this was possible for a woman, although could tend to be harder to do. Rin clasped the front of her yūkata. Did Manji desire her in some way? She realized she needed to cool down more than ever as her own need began to grow inside her. She tried to turn around quietly to leave but her geta lightly hit the floor with a sudden thud as she tried to turn too quickly. She heard Manji stir inside the room, and as fast and quietly as she could, she ducked around the corner and removed her geta and bolted for the bath house.

Manji heard something outside the room and froze, cursing in his mind, "Fuck was someone out there?" He hurriedly wiped away his seed with the towel that was beside him, reclothed, and walked to the shōji. He automatically noticed it was cracked open and cursed himself for not being more careful. "Shit who the hell coulda been out there?" Then the thought flashed in his mind, "Dammit what if it was Rin and she had seen him: Fuck that would scare the shit outta her." Then he shook his head, "Naw she's too loud. She probably woulda come flying here in and slapped me and called me perverted." Manji tried to erase the thought from his head. Whoever or whatever was there was gone now, and so what if someone had seen him. They woulda had one hell of a show.

Rin quickly washed and soaked in the bath house. She was so surprised by what she had seen that the people around her didn't seem to matter anymore. She thought to herself that she would just have to act normal around Manji, no matter what. She would have to pretend like she hadn't seen or heard anything; that she had been in the bath house the entire time. Yes, that would be what she would do if he asked her anything. She would lie.
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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