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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 6: Nocturnal Needs

Rin tossed and turned. Sleep seemed to evade her tonight. She turned her head and faced Manji. His eye was closed but he wasn't breathing evenly enough to be asleep. Rin had decided she no longer wished to be like this. Not if she decided to say goodbye soon. She was unsure of what she would do, but she needed to hear his voice, just once before she decided what her future would hold. She wanted to know how he felt for her before her heart burst. "Manji-san are you awake?"

"Mhmm." He grunted.

"Manji-san what did you want to talk about earlier?"

Manji sighed, "It doesn't matter."

"Please Manji-san."

"Listen k- Rin, it's late. Get some sleep."

Rin tried a different tactic, "Manji-san I'm sorry for earlier."

Again Manji sighed, "Woman go to sleep and quit the nonsense. I know your just pissed with me for earlier. Just forget it all and quit thinkin' that you're nothin'. It ain't like that. I just don't want ya goin' and doin' something stupid cause of me. Last thing we need is you gettin' napped again or worse."

"M...Manji-san..." Rin started to stutter with nervousness at her next question. "Manji- san what do I mean...What do I mean to you?"

Manji's eye widened. He had hoped she wasn't going to ask but she did. Of course she asked it, she was never satisfied until she had asked every little question that popped into that brain of hers, even if she shouldn't have: Always thinking them so innocent; not knowing the real meaning behind her questions. Little did Manji know that this time he was wrong; Rin knew the full implications her words held. She knew all too well what she was asking.

"Isn't it enough that I protect your scrawny ass every time you get yourself napped, or manage to charge into something you can't handle!" Manji was avoiding directly answering her question and Rin knew it.

"Very well Manji-san." Rin admitted defeat. He did not wish to tell her anything else and she did not feel like pushing the subject, not anymore. She had the answer she needed with his response. She would make her decision in the morning. Rin closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.

Manji looked over at Rin, his eye open, shocked. He wondered what was going on with her to make her so quiet all of a sudden, to not push his limits. He knew that he was not good for her; maybe she knew it too now. Hell there was no reason he should even think about the scrawny brat, and no reason she should think of him either; but he couldn't help but admit that Wishi Washi guy, or whoever the hell he was got under his nerves for even just looking at Rin the way he did. He had no right to try to stake a claim on HIS woman...Manji stopped his train of thought there, HIS woman. How long had he thought of Rin this way? How long had he called her that? Dammit why this skinny brat? Why the one woman he shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't touch? Fucking old hag, she really did a number of a curse on me didn't she? Manji cursed Yoabikuni under his breath and closed his eye. It's better this way. Better for her to have someone who can give her what she needs, what she wants. He thought to what he had overheard Suzume say to Rin earlier while they were in the next room. That bitch was right; Rin would never find happiness with a warrior: A demon one at that. Only death followed him.

Her whimpers were soft and melodious to his ears; her scent, intoxicating. She was splayed before him, recovering from her personal little death; lightly clothed in a red kimono and nothing else, her shoulders and cleavage, legs up to her thighs, and her forearms were exposed; showing her delicate, creamy flesh. She was perfect. Her raven hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her head, her large brown eyes looking up at him with rapturous hunger. She was everything he wanted and more. He buried his face into the soft nape of her neck, drinking in her scent; jasmine, and sweat. It was sweet to him, luring him in further.

He removed his fundoshi and laid lightly on top of her, his henoko starting to part her slicked entrance. He slowly began to penetrate her silken folds, feeling her wrap around him; contracting, enticing him. God she was so hot, so fucking hot and moist and tight. He slowly began to move his hips, pushing his henoko in and out of her tenderness with ease and care. It wasn't long before he quickened his pace. Her legs pinned him against her as she wrapped them around his waist, urging him in deeper and faster and harder. He obeyed.

This carnal dance with her was more than he could have imagined, more than he could have ever wanted. She was his now, and he was not going to stop until he had fully claimed her. He could feel his own need beginning to get ready to explode and clutched her hips. He bent down and kissed her greedily, urging her to allow his tongue entrance to inside of her mouth. She obeyed.

He bucked against her and felt wild with excitement. He was getting so close now; so close to his own little death. "Rin, oh God Rin. Fuck, so good. So fucking good..." His moans were loud, and her own cries now escaping her lips, panting for air, she bucked back against his hips. He felt her spasm and her moans were getting louder as she too was so close to tumbling over the edge again.

"Manji-san...Manji-san...Manji!"

Manji awoke with a jolt, lines of sweat rolling in beads from his forehead. Rin was staring at him with concern. "Manji-san you were, you were screaming my name so I tried to wake you up. Are you okay?"

Manji just gulped and breathed deeply, not speaking a word, and placed his head in his hands between his knees. Fuck it was only a dream, a god damn dream. He removed his head from his hands and looked over at Rin: Her hair was not in braids but hung loosely down her back, and her yūkata was part way open, exposing her cleavage to him once again. Fuck he wanted her. He could barely take it anymore. These dreams were getting more real each time he had them. He couldn't control it anymore.

He shoved her down onto her back and kissed her with all his desire; plunging his tongue into her mouth. She let out a soft whimper as she hit the fūton, but eagerly gave into his silent demands. She was so warm underneath him, so fucking warm. No, he couldn't, not her, he had to stop. He jarred himself away from her, gasping for air. He couldn't do this. What was he thinking? What was he doing? He had to get out of this room; he had to get away, away from her, away from everything. He quickly rose up and almost ran out of the room. He opened the shōji and before she could say a word he was gone.

Rin laid there, in complete and utter confusion. Again, again he kissed her with a fiery passion that she couldn't even describe. It had left her speechless. Why was he doing this to her. Every time, every time she tried to escape it he would haul her back, head first, into the torture and torment that plagued her heart and mind. Was it not enough that she couldn't have him; that she couldn't even kiss him when SHE desired it? Why then whenever he felt like it he could just do it whenever he pleased with no remorse? Why was he doing this to her? Why was he breaking her heart and not even let her rebuild herself before he broke it all over again? Why was he being so unfair and cruel to her?

Rin couldn't take it any longer; she had to free herself from this burning need. Doa had told her, that when yearning overcome's one self, to regain their own thoughts, they must act on their own. When desire consumes thoughts it clouds the mind. Rin could feel her need had become more than she could bare, more than her mind could bare. She now knew what Doa was speaking of. How could she have known so much and be so young. She was younger than Rin was but she knew far more than she even let on. The room was too hot, her clothes were too hot, her entire being felt like it was going to burst into flames at the very thought of Manji and what he was doing to her.

She pulled her furisōde and yūkata open and grabbed a cloth that was beside the bucket of water in the corner of the room. She dipped the cloth in the cool water and rung it out quickly and placed it on her burning skin. It was cooling but nearly enough; it did not cool the fire she felt deep in her belly; no deeper. She was panting now. She was barely able to control her thoughts of the kiss; the way he was on top of her, how she could feel him pressed against her.

She could still feel the weight of his body on top of her. She pressed her hands to her lips and then to her neck, cradling it lightly. Then she let her hands glide further down to her exposed breasts. She was burning hot and her body felt like it was still on fire. The heated flush of her skin now blazing further as she trailed her hands across her own flesh, wishing, hoping they were not her hands, but Manji's. "Manji-san, please Manji-san show me...show me how I can please you..."

She began to visualize him there, holding her caressing her, touching her. She moved her hands over her body where she wished he had his at that very moment; imagining his hands, his breath, and his scent. When her hand reached the source of her internal fire she drew in deep breath of excitement as the intensity of feeling her own liquid heat sent chills up her spine. She was visualizing his hands, his touch now teasing her internal flower, not her own. She leaned against the wall and sucked in short breath after short breath, thinking about how she craved his touch, how she was imagining him with her; touching her how she only dreamed to be touched by him.

Her breaths quickly turned to soft pants as she felt the fire inside her rise higher and higher, yet deeper and deeper all at the same time. She was so close to toppling over the edge of ecstasy now; she could feel it, the need growing even stronger inside her; that burning desire to be set free. She whispered his name to herself, "Manji...Manji...Manji." as she began to reach her pinnacle. It was growing with intense fury. She had to release it, she had to let go. With a wave of euphoria and intense desire she screamed out his name as she gave into her body's wants, "MANJI!"

At that moment the shōji flung open and Manji was standing in the door, shocked. He stared at Rin, splayed out against the wall, her furisōde and yūkata open, exposing her pale skin to his already hungry eyes. Her hand between her skirts, legs parted. His eyes shot up to her face. She was staring at him in fear. He had caught her, and there was no hiding it. Manji quickly turned around and closed the shōji; he had to get out of there before his body did something his mind was screaming a warning against. He quickly went downstairs and walked out into the snow to cool down.

Back in the room Rin was mortified. Manji had walked in on her just as she had released herself from her growing need for him. What was going to happen now? What was she going to do? She didn't know what to think or what to say, she just sat propped against the wall. She was exhausted and full of life all at the same time. Some small thought, for a fraction of an instant, wished he would have walked into the room and closed the shōji behind him and never have left.
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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