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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I’ve seen you in better moods,” Kaoru said as she set the evening meal out before Kenshin. “I worry about you, Kenshin… I don’t think I can go through another Shishio event.”

Distracted from his deep thoughts, Kenshin looked at Kaoru and realized her concern for him. “I have not told you yet that Miss Misao arrived at the dojo earlier.”

“She did? Kenshin! Why didn’t you tell me?” Kaoru asked feeling quite irritated at Kenshin’s neglect to inform her. “Is everything alright? Why did she come all the way from Kyoto? Kenshin… Where is Misao now?”

Kenshin grinned nervously, for he could see that Kaoru was not only concerned, but she resented the fact that Kenshin failed to tell her about Misao’s visit before. “Everything is alright, Miss Misao,” Kenshin said calmly, “she was looking for Aoshi. Apparently, she was beginning to get a bit concerned about Aoshi being away from Kyoto for so long and she was afraid that he would disappear again.”

Kaoru’s frown distorted her face and Kenshin sensed her irritation. “That Aoshi-sama does not realize how much Misao is willing to sacrifice for him. If you ask me, he doesn’t deserve her! What is that man thinking?”

It was becoming difficult for Kenshin to take in his meal. He was already battling with the constant bombardment of thoughts about Misao’s confrontation with Aoshi and now that Kaoru began to talk about the situation, Kenshin felt the tension creep up the back of his neck and the stress was producing a sizable headache.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Kaoru asked when she noticed that Kenshin set his hashi across his chawan.

Kaoru immediately stood from her zabuton and situated herself directly behind Kenshin, knelt and sat on her heels. “This should help you with that headache.” She placed her tiny fingers at the base of Kenshin’s neck and shoulders then began to knead his stressed muscles. “My father taught me how to take care of different muscle ailments since we often get them with all the practice we do here at the dojo.”

Kenshin let out a small-portioned sigh and instantly felt his shoulder muscles leading to his neck relax. It felt so good, so comforting that even the troubled thoughts Kenshin had earlier about Aoshi seem to dissolve into less threatening fragments. Indeed, Kenshin enjoyed Kaoru’s touch, especially now, when everything seemed to be out of his control, he welcomed the comfort she was offering him.

“I guess every couple have their own problems. Nothing in life seems to sail smoothly. Maybe for a few truly lucky people, but for most of us, life can be such a chore,” Kaoru said, still kneading Kenshin’s neck and shoulders. “How is this feeling now?” She asked, for she noticed Kenshin’s muscles becoming less tensed.

“Mmmm, Miss Kaoru. Your fingers are skilled!”

“Are they?” Kaoru asked teasingly and quickly ceased the opportunity to take advantage of Kenshin’s already receiving mood. “Let me just slip this off, so I can get a better grip on you,” she said and quickly pulled at Kenshin’s kimono lapels until they were removed from his shoulders and dropped down to his elbows.”

“Oro? Miss Kaoru?” Kenshin questioned her surprising behavior.

Kaoru expressed a pleasant giggle without abandoning her intentional advances. “Oh come now Kenshin, you’re not afraid of me, are you?”

It wasn’t Kaoru whom Kenshin was on edge about, but rather the Shinobi, who often seemed to be able to appear on the scene out of nowhere at any given time. But then again, Kenshin reminded himself that Aoshi had his hands full with Misao and surely was not lurking anywhere close by. It was safe to assume that he had the liberty to relax and enjoy the woman’s coddling. It would be a shame to halt something so pleasurable.

Kenshin intentionally ignored Kaoru’s question. After all, what could Kenshin fear about Kaoru? She was caring and terribly deserving. As a matter of fact, Kenshin often found himself drawn to her in many ways and he looked forward to spending time with her. For the moment, her touch felt heavenly to the ex-hitokiri and was very much desired by him. So much so, that her gentle massage was beginning to stir Kenshin’s more intimate need. His sneaking arousal was certainly evidence of that.

Kaoru enjoyed Kenshin’s willingness above and beyond most of her daily encounters with pleasurable things. He seldom was so inclined to allow her to take as much liberty to explore his body, but under the guise of therapeutic ministrations, Kaoru was given consent to enjoy his firm, masculine flesh under the face of her hands. She excitedly felt every indent and soothed each knotted muscle expertly. Her desire to include her lips, tongue and mouth to her sanative handling powerfully beckoned her.

Kenshin removed his arms from the kimono sleeves and let the garment fall to his waist. He was enjoying Kaoru’s touch too much to deny himself from partaking even more. He sighed and emptied his mind of all the pressing thoughts he had before. Kenshin was losing himself to the sensations Kaoru was causing him to have and it ate at his resistance. Now, instead of avoiding Kaoru’s intimate advances, he found himself hoping that she would continue to explore him further. His breathing quickened as he thought about turning to face her and take her into his arms. He certainly wanted to, but should he? What about Aoshi?

Similar tempting thoughts persistently whirled through Kaoru’s mind, but unlike Kenshin, she could no longer hold herself from giving in to them. She traced her fingers along Kenshin’s shoulders and then down the front of his chest. She heard him gasp and felt him hold his breath. She knew that it was now, or never and decided to give in to the moment. Her palms traced the curvature of his smooth chest. When her hands reached his nipples, she took each coned tipped flesh and firmly rolled them between her fingers.

Kenshin leaned back against Kaoru to allow her better access to his chest. As much as he tried to keep his mind on what Kaoru was doing to him, Aoshi occupied Kenshin’s thoughts. He knew that if he were with Aoshi instead of Kaoru right then, he would no doubt release his arousal from the confinement of his fundoshi and stroke it while his nipples were being manipulated. Though Kenshin didn’t feel at liberty to do so with Kaoru, he did untie the hakama, which was holding the rest of his kimono at his waist. Both articles of clothing dropped onto the floor, thus giving Kaoru the signal that he was willing to let her proceed.

Proceed she did without hesitation, for she wanted Kenshin’s attention all to herself. Still sitting behind him she managed to undo the starting straps of his fundoshi, her fingers eagerly slid beneath its folds at his hips. He felt wonderfully warm there; in fact the closer she slid her hands toward his groin, the warmer it got. She adored his quick excited breaths. As she moved her fingers on top of his pelvis he rested his head against her shoulder and obviously surrendered to her. She kissed his ear gently, yet seductively and grazed her fingers through the course hair of his pubic area.

“Kaoru,” Kenshin whispered between his breaths.

“Kenshin, do you want this?” Kaoru asked.

“Hmn,” he moaned, nodded his head and turned to offer his slightly parted lips to her.

“Oh Kenshin…” Kaoru shut her eyes and embraced Kenshin’s lips with her own, tenderly seeking his tongue and welcomed his returned deep kiss.

Kenshin was relaxed, more so than he thought he could be with her. Kaoru seemed to know him and she understood what he needed from her. There wasn’t any pressure for him to perform and advance upon her, but rather she advanced upon him. His thoughts began to train on Kaoru as his mind let go of Aoshi. Her gentleness drew him into her until there was nothing left of him to abandon, but he found that he was giving himself over to her, desiring to be taken.

Could this really be happening? Kaoru questioned the entire scene that she found herself a part of. How long had she waited for such a moment between them. Yet, it all felt so natural to her. The way that Kenshin was surrendering himself made sense to her now. Kenshin wanted it this way. Although things didn’t turn out the way she always imagined it for their first real intimate moment together, she understood what it was she had to do. It was up to her to take him, and not the other way around.

“Let’s go to my room Kenshin,” Kaoru suggested, for they were both still out in the main gathering room where anyone that knew how to get around the dojo could just happen along and walk in on them.

Kenshin opened his eyes, realizing what Kaoru’s invitation meant. He accepted. He took Kaoru’s hand in his and the two made their way down the long hall to Kaoru’s room. There, she had her futon out already prepared for the evening. Although it wasn’t quite dark out yet, the sun started to set and the lavender hues washed against the light blue sky, giving her room a warm, inviting feel. Kaoru slid the door shut behind them and faced to look Kenshin in the eye. “Are you sure about this?”

“You would imagine I would be asking you that question,” Kenshin said with a smile. “This feels right Miss Kaoru.”

“If it feels right, stop calling me Miss.”

“Hmn", Kenshin nodded and whispered, “Kaoru-chan.”

Hearing Kenshin call her chan took her breath; for it was the first time he actually dropped the formalities between them. She took the bundle of fabric that Kenshin was holding and she let it fall from her hands, exposing Kenshin’s almost naked form to her. She smiled and reached around to unknot her obi and dropped it to join Kenshin’s garb on the tatami. The front of her kimono parted giving Kenshin a glimpse of her soft, ivory skin beneath.

“Shall we?” Kaoru smiled and gestured toward the futon as she took Kenshin’s hand.

Everything seemed quiet, peaceful and very gentle with Kaoru, Kenshin thought. He made his way to the futon and turned to see Kaoru right behind him.

“Douzo,” Kaoru directed Kenshin to sit, which he did. He gazed up at Kaoru, not quite knowing what to expect. She smiled and reached for her kimono lapels at her shoulders. She flipped the garment off—right side, followed by the left. She let her arms drop, so that the kimono flowed directly from her body, onto the floor. She stepped away from the pile of cloth and joined Kenshin on the futon.

Kenshin was amazed how beautiful Kaoru appeared to him at that moment. The sunset played tricks in the room, which had Kaoru adorned with a skintight garment of lacy designs of peach and lilac. He reached for the bow that held her hair away from her petite shoulders and pulled at it, giving the ebony, silky strands the liberty to fall against her flesh in the most eye-seducing way.

“Kaoru-chan, you are beautiful.”

“Arigato,” said she and leaned into Kenshin to kiss him deeply.

“Mmmm” Kenshin softly moaned receiving her kiss. He allowed Kaoru to push him down onto the futon. He was delighted that she seemed to instinctively know how he desired to be treated. It caused him to tremble with anticipation. Kaoru didn’t force him into taking the lead, but instead, she took the lead and pressed her lips firmly against his in their first real passionate, deep kiss.

In her eagerness, Kaoru’s hand slowly snaked down to Kenshin’s fundoshi and found his stiffened member beneath its folds. Feeling his manhood terribly aroused the way it was had her desiring more of him. Kaoru never before experienced such intimacy with a man and although she was an obvious virgin, her primal instincts guided her hands, her lips and her desire to lust for more. She quickly pushed Kenshin’s loincloth aside and embraced his ready organ in the palm of her hand. With her fingers she firmly held onto her prize.

Kenshin arched his back and trembled under Kaoru again. He was definitely surprised at how easily he surrendered to her and also surprised at his lust driven state of mind. He wanted nothing else at the moment, but her dominance over him. He dropped his hand upon her hand that held his shaft, and then he tightened his grasp around her fingers. He uttered a moan as he began to pump his cock against her palm.

It was so exciting for Kaoru to see Kenshin in such a state. She never imagined him to be so sexual, but he was definitely exposing himself to her. She wanted him; she also desired to be taken by him, for she held between her legs, her virginity and she very much desired to have him be the one to take it from her. She pushed up and away from his kiss and straddled him, one leg flanking the right side, and the other leg flanked his left.

“Kenshin? Please have me.”

Kenshin peered up at Kaoru, unable to refuse her request, nor utter a word opposing it. He posted one of his hands on her hip and his other hand held his cock vertically in place. Kenshin never thought of taking Kaoru’s virginity and briefly wondered why he didn’t think about such things, such glorious things about Kaoru in the past.

Kenshin smiled trying to control his lustful anticipation from erupting into a frenzied event, he steadied himself. “Are you ready?” He asked tenderly.

“Uh huh,” Kaoru replied and then eased down onto Kenshin’s erection. She bit her lower lip as she felt her delicate hymen slowly tear.

“Hold up, Kaoru-chan. Don’t lose yourself too quickly,” Kenshin said as he slid his thumb over her perky little nub just short of her pink folded entrance and began to gently rotate her tissue.

The discomfort of her tearing hymen was immediately replaced by a surge of pleasurable sensations that coaxed her to lower herself completely upon Kenshin. “Ahggh,” Kaoru shouted as she felt a quick, short stabbing sensation. Just as suddenly as the pain came, it left, enabling her to slide the rest of the way down Kenshin’s severely engorged shaft.

Kenshin received her gift as gently as he possibly could. When he felt Kaoru tear, he wanted to push up straight into her virgin cavity, but held back such desires. Instead he held steady and allowed Kaoru to ease her virginity over to him, at her pace and in her timing. He watched the expression on her face, the struggle of giving to him what she had held from birth. He saw her eyes fill with tears as she looked down into his violet orbs— She then nodded and smiled sweetly.

He pulled her by her arms toward him, her breast pressed against his chest. He held her tightly for a while until he felt her virginity totally release its grip. He moaned softly and then he began to move slowly inside of her, listening to her breathing. She seemed calm and quite comfortable with his movements. Sensing that she had calmed and relaxed from his initial entry, Kenshin pushed his hands down her back and thrust his cock deep into her. He heard her moan tensely at first, but a sigh followed quickly afterward as she relaxed. He eased his hips back, which allowed his cock to move back to the starting point, and then he repeated the process a few times without halting.

“Kaoru-chan? Is this okay with you?” Kenshin asked gently, his voice low and smooth against her ear.

“Yes, yes! This is perfect…”

“Would you mind if I start moving inside of you a little harder and quicker?”

“Oh Kenshin, I want you to, please do,” said Kaoru as she pressed her hips against him.

Kenshin ran his hands over the mounds of her buttocks and squeezed her soft flesh between his fingers. He arched his back and then thrust into her with a little more force than before. He felt as though he was about to lose his seed in her right then, but kept himself steady enough to assure Kaoru’s completion first. He rotated his hips and plunged into her, pulled back a bit and thrust forward again.

Kaoru’s moans became much more pronounced as Kenshin moved inside of her. The pain, completely gone now had her travel far away in her mind with Kenshin right there beside her. She felt as though Kenshin was leading her somewhere, urging her to feel more and more of him until all that was within her seem to spin out of control.

“Kenshin?”

Kenshin was taken up in the same whirlwind of pleasure as he continued to move inside of her. “Kaoru!” He shouted.

“Kensh…” Kaoru’s high-pitched tone announced her arrival, confirming so when her body stiffened in Kenshin’s embrace and then relaxed given over to mild, but obvious spastic surges throughout her body. Her lips parted and her breath quickly escaped with another groan as she called out to Kenshin once more.

Kaoru’s arrival was one of the most sensual, erotic events Kenshin witnessed, being that she was the first virgin he’d ever had the opportunity to assist in becoming a credited woman. Her virginal grip had Kenshin riding the edge of no return for sometime and with Kaoru’s arrival, he gladly gave himself over to a gut gripping, breath snatching climax. His last thrust into Kaoru was all the staying power he could administer and delivered his seed conjoining the two as one, which set their relationship at another level thenceforth.

Kenshin held her close to him and withdrew from between her shapely legs to set her down next to his side. He turned to face her and while stroking her hair, he gently kissed her forehead, drinking in the peaceful moment of their union. Indeed, the experience was much different than any experience he had with Aoshi. This was more subdued, tranquil and very relaxing. Although the whole event lacked the passion he usually experienced with Aoshi, it meant a lot to Kenshin to be given the honor to escort Kaoru from innocence into womanhood.

“Are you alright with this Kaoru-chan?” Kenshin asked when he finally caught his breath and calmed down some.

“Oh Kenshin, I’ve waited so long for this, and now that we’re finally here, I just don’t know what to say,” she said quietly, almost at a whisper. “It was you who I wanted to give myself to, Kenshin. From the very beginning I knew there was no one else I wanted to be with.”

“I am glad that you are experiencing joy. This is how you should be feeling at a time like this. It is certainly an honor to have been a part of such a special event.”

“Kenshin,” Kaoru began to run her fingers through his long red hair that lay in a pile against her breasts. “I understand that you have been trying to deal with issues in your life and I hope I haven’t complicated anything for you by this".

Kenshin looked at her with compassion, knowing fairly well that Aoshi held a very big part of him. Complicated it was, there was nothing Kenshin could do about any of it right then. He didn’t want to consider having to deal with the issues he needed to handle between he and the shinobi, but he still couldn’t help but wonder what was going to become of he and Aoshi after Misao confronted him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Misao’s hand trembled as she tapped her knuckles against the thin sliding door of Aoshi’s room. She thought the hot bath would sooth her nerves, but she found herself just as nervous as ever standing there before Aoshi’s room. She could hear someone stir behind the door, then a voice clearly just on the other side of the partition.

“Who is it?” Aoshi asked, in hopes that Kenshin tracked him down and was there to plead with him to return to the dojo.

“It is I, Misao.”

The door slid to the side allowing the two to find themselves face to face in an obviously tensed moment. “I thought I gave you orders to stay in Kyoto. What are you doing here?” Aoshi asked in a disappointed tone.

“Maybe you’re not thrilled to see me here in Tokyo, but you could at least invite me in. I traveled all this way to see you and your greeting was anything but what I expected,” Misao started in on Aoshi.

“Come,” said Aoshi and stepped aside to let the girl in. He slid the door shut and turned to her in frustration. “Why have you disobeyed orders Misao, and this better be good.”

“I was expecting you to be back in Kyoto! It has been a long time since you’ve left and when that Fujita person came to collect the information instead of you, I couldn’t think of nothing else, but you never returning like the last time. I’m sorry if my coming to Tokyo has upset you, Aoshi-sama, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you for the second time.”

Aoshi took a deep breath and exhaled realizing that he had once again caused Misao to worry. “Sit, Misao,” said he as he pointed to the zabuton in the middle of the room. He walked over to where he was having ocha earlier and snatched up the zabuton he was sitting on before Misao arrived. Placing down the padded cushion across from hers, he sat as well.

“How did you find me?” Aoshi asked, as he realized Misao’s more feminine traits in the fine kimono she had chosen to wear instead of her usual ninja garb.

“Himura led me here.”

Her words cut through him realizing that Kenshin knew where he was, yet refused to meet with him. What could that mean, Aoshi began to wonder. Was there a message for him in Kenshin’s decision to handle the situation between them thusly?

“Misao,” Aoshi said solemnly. “I thought I had made myself clear to you that I am not desiring intimacy with you, nor am I ready to settle down with anyone. Not just yet, anyway.”

“Aoshi-sama, I am no longer that little child you raised after my parents died. I remember the many times I tried to draw close to you before you left me with grandfather and never returned. Hanya reassured me that you hadn’t left because of me, which I always thought you might have. I thought you left because you were tired of raising me."

“I left you in good hands, but I didn’t abandon you. I wasn’t ready to raise a child, but I did the best I could, Misao. Under the circumstances back then, raising a child demanded time that I barely had. Hanya was the closest to me then and shared in your upbringing as well. I never intended to receive you in any other way, nor did I take part in raising you to have you feel obligated to me in any way."

Misao frowned, for she had heard this conversation before. Many times before and it tore at her heart. How much did she want Aoshi to tell her that he loved her, not as someone he was obligated to raise and take pity on, but she wanted to hear the words a man would use to reassure the woman he loved. She looked down and stared at her fingers unable to keep the tears from welling in her eyes and over flow to stream down her face.

“I do not know what else to tell you. You are still young and there are many fine men out there who would take very good care of you.”

Misao became angry and her patience had been thinned even before their encounter. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want anyone else! I never wanted anyone else, but you! Ever since I can remember I’ve waited for the right time to tell you so, which I’ve already done, more than once. I can’t just let things go like this.”

Aoshi took a deep breath, not wanting to bring it up again, but he knew that wishing it will go away won’t make it actually happen. “We’ve discussed all the reasons why it is impossible for us, Misao.”

“What? That fact that you prefer men over women?” Misao snapped at him with resentment.

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded, “among other things.”

“You tell me how is it possible for you to produce an heir with a man? You cannot! Aoshi, you need me,” Misao began to plead with him. “I know your secrets, remember? I was there when you entertained the men of your choice. I’ve watched you all along from afar, while Hanya tried to reassure me that someday you’ll change and if I waited long enough, you’ll come for me. He is the one who told me to never give up on you.”

“Hanya told you that?" Aoshi asked in surprise. “Did you not know that Hanya and I were…”

“Lovers?” Misao quickly ended Aoshi’s sentence for him, wanting him to realize that she knew more than he believed she did. “Yes, Aoshi-sama, I knew that, but only because I knew he must have loved you more than life itself to have gone through the transformation, disfiguring his face to serve you better. Hanya and I both loved you and stood by you in wait, while you had your fill of different bed mates.”

Aoshi lowered his head in shame. He loved Hanya, but his sexual appetite yearned for more. Hanya understood that about him, but could Misao understand too?

Misao put her hand on Aoshi’s and said, “I’m not wanting a perfect life for myself. I’m not looking to set up house and home and plan to raise a quiver full of babies. But I am willing to be the one to bring your namesake into this world.” Misao smiled and added, “You need a woman to do that.”

“Misao,” Aoshi whispered, barely audible. “You deserve much more than what I could ever offer.”

“If it weren’t for you, Aoshi-sama, I wouldn’t be here today! I owe you my life! Don’t you understand that? Hanya felt the same way, because you saved him from hell as well. And he was proud to be given the honor of dieing while protecting you. I desire to be honored the position in your life to bear your children and keep your name alive for generations to come. I wouldn’t expect much more from you at any point after that. I’ve lived most of my life close to you as I am, and desire to live the rest of my life close to you as I always have been whether you’re willing to have me, or not.”

Aoshi was inundated with so many thoughts that it was difficult to reason. Certainly he did not love Misao in a way that was conventional, but he did care for her immensely. From early on, she had been a part of his life and is already as good as family to him. During those days, it wasn’t uncommon to marry for reasons other than love. Very rarely were offspring born out of a love situation, but rather children were a matter of obligation. What Misao was asking was certainly not out of the ordinary, but given his involvement with Kenshin, it made the situation a bit more complicated.

“I will have to think about this, Misao,” Aoshi finally said, breaking the long silence between them.

The expression on Misao’s face was one of relief and excitement. “So… so, you’re not saying no? You’re not rejecting the entire idea?”

Aoshi shook his head once, from side to side. “No, Misao, I am not saying no, but I have not made my decision final either. I need time to think this through and understand what it all means.”

Aoshi remembered the conversation he had with Kenshin not long past. They discussed this very same topic about not neglecting their namesakes, but rather go on with life as it was meant to be, raising an heir and still be able to live their lives given to one another in other ways that will fulfill and complete them. Everything could all be falling into place now.

“Then give me something to hold onto, Aoshi-sama. I need to know where I stand in your life. I’ve come all this way for an answer, I don’t want to go back empty.”

In one flowing swoop Aoshi rose to his knees, took Misao into his strong arms and laid her on his futon. He looked at her tiny feminine frame at his touch and hesitated for a brief glimpse. He forcefully yanked at the obi that held her kimono secure and tossed the loose fabric aside. Taking in the view of her nakedness a smile crept across his face, as though he had contemplated his moves previous to this, or perhaps he lived through this moment in thought, or fantasy at a different time, a different place. He undid the face of his yukata quickly while he moved down between her already spread legs.

Misao gasped in surprise at Aoshi’s behavior, for she wasn’t expecting him to take her. Not that night, not like that, but it was quickly happening and she was at his mercy, powerless—stunned. She felt his hand move between her legs and rest momentarily against the soft folds of her feminine plica. He eased his fingers between them, which made her tense up and take a deep breath.

“Misao,” Aoshi said in a low, almost inaudible tone, “you have not been with a man before.”

She let her breath out slowly, her words quivering as she spoke, “You are the first. I had been saving this for you, Aoshi-sama.”

Aoshi knew that what she had just told him was true, for his finger barely fit though her tight virginal tissue that only he was permitted access to. Grant it, Misao had fought men off of her many times and managed to save herself for Aoshi. Now the moment arrived to present herself to him, whole and pure.

“Then I shall take this slow,” Aoshi whispered softly into her ear. He slid another finger to join his first into her tight fold and felt her body twitch under him. He didn’t want to hurt her. In fact, he was a bit nervous in handling the situation, for Misao was special to him. He rotated his fingers inside of her, stretching the soft tissue that declared her innocence and purity, and at the same time, Aoshi was anxious to exercise his masculinity and deliver his mark inside of her.

Although the entire experience was new to Misao, she was elated over the fact that she would belong to Aoshi from this event forward. She lived for this man and dreamed of nothing else but to raise his children. If he will allow her to do that much, then Misao’s contentment in life would be fulfilled. In expectation and euphoria of such a thought, Misao raised her hips to urge Aoshi to take her completely.

Removing his fingers from her well-lubricated, feminine cavern, Aoshi aligned his cock at her entrance for the initial penetration—the removal of her virginity. He gingerly pushed his weight down on her, between her legs and felt the head of his cock halted by the thin layer of her virginal hymen. He wasn’t sure if he should remove himself and work on stretching her more with his fingers, or continue with applying pressure with his cock, but the sensations he was experiencing having the tip of his organ so tightly held by Misao’s hot moist tissues had him just about going insane with the need to fuck her hard and deep. There was never a time in his sexually active years that he had to practice such self-control.

Misao sensed that Aoshi was distressed. She could feel the muscles in his arms ripple under his skin and the tension down his back was as rigid steel. Not wanting to prolong his agony, Misao thrust her hip forward and at the same time tilted her pelvis upward. In one quick motion, Aoshi had broken through the thin fleshly hindrance. She gasped, a little pain, but the pleasure overshadowed it. Misao was home free and began to push against Aoshi.

Aoshi sighed in relief, knowing that the difficult part was over. He began to thrust his cock inside of her in a sort of victory shuffle as he was over taken with immense pleasure. Unable to hold back his climax he plunged his organ deep into her, arching his back d shouted out Misao’s name.

She was in heaven just watching Aoshi spill himself into her, his thick semen felt like burning lava against her raw broken hymen, but she received all of him gladly and joyfully. He stayed inside of her for as long as he was able to, hoping that maybe, she would be able to also experience the rapture of an orgasm, but his cock fell from her in exhaustion. The moment was intense, and so was his climax.

“Misao,” Aoshi whispered, “did you…”

“I was just about to,” answered Misao, even before Aoshi asked her if she had experienced an orgasm.

With that, Aoshi rose to his elbows and began to kiss his way down the to her pubic region, stopping only for a moment to slide his tongue over her perked, petite breasts. He continued to lick and kiss down to her soft folds between her legs. The scent of fresh semen was present as he slipped his tongue over her very sensitive clitoris. He could taste himself on her, but for Aoshi, it wasn’t the first time he’d tasted semen. As a matter of fact, he was reminded that he rather missed the flavor of male flesh, but quickly dispelled the thought in order to work at Misao’s arrival.

It didn’t take long for Misao to arrive at her final destination. The incredible flood of absolute bliss rushed onto her and then all over her from Aoshi’s skilled tonguing and expert digital manipulation, for he inserted two fingers into her to bring her to her descent quickly. Her orgasmic contractions caused his semen to decant over his fingers and onto the better part of his palm. The sound of his fingers actively sloshed to and fro, and his oral intake of air over his busy tongue was simply erotic as he brought Misao through a very fulfilling and satisfying climax.

Aoshi sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. “Misao, please do not expect occasions such as this. Indeed, there will be more time shared between us, but only to produce my heir. Is that understood?”

Misao quickly sat up and reached over to hide her nakedness with her kimono held close to her in her clutch. She shivered at Aoshi’s coldness toward her, but sadly agreed to the arrangement. She didn’t expect much more from Aoshi and she understood that he laid and performed for her in obligation, because it was what she asked of him, and not because he wanted to share an intimate moment with her. Misao was willing to concede.

“You can rest at this inn, but I want you back in Kyoto immediately, Misao,” Aoshi said as he gathered his yukata from off the floor and began dressing in his shinobi shizoku. “I’m on a case, so I’ll be leaving. Get yourself something to eat downstairs, then get on the train and go back to Kyoto tomorrow. The train is scheduled to leave Tokyo in the afternoon. Don’t miss it.”

“When will I see you again,” Misao meekly asked as she watched Aoshi tie his shoes. She couldn’t keep from admiring Aoshi dressed entirely in black. She dearly loved him and was very attracted to him to say the least.

“I’m not sure when we will be finished with this case. Anything can happen on this end, but at least I don’t have to worry about you poking around doing shinobi work in Kyoto,” Aoshi said sounding relieved.

“I wasn’t aware that you worried about me,” Misao mentioned, picking up on whatever sensitivity she could receive from Aoshi. “You are right, everyone involved with Horie Hisomu have relocated and left their former headquarters.”

Aoshi sat next to Misao and put his arm around her and said, “I do not want the mother of my child harmed, or put into danger’s way. You must care for yourself on another level now, Misao.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Hmn,” Aoshi nodded, leaned over and kissed her gently on her forehead. “I mean that, if you hold true to your word about raising my heir.”

Misao smiled. “You can count on me Aoshi-sama.” I’ll not let you down. Hanya didn’t raise me that way.”

“Indeed he did not,” Aoshi said with a smile.
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