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Curiosity and Reward	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +M to R > Munto Views: 2169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yoshiji Kigami's Munto or any of its characters and gain no profit from its use. This is strictly a fanfiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Curiosity
- 2-Reward
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Curiosity

Disclaimer: I do not own Yoshiji Kigami's Munto or any of its characters and gain no profit from its use. This is strictly a fanfiction.

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Author's note: This is a duo of oneshots inspired by the fanfictions of my good friend, red-winged-angel as follows:

The first chapter was my brain's bastard child after reading

Whispers of Velvet - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6605481/1/Whispers_of_Velvet

Smother Me - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7307351/1/Smother_Me

and

Following Orders - http://red-winged-angel.deviantart.com/art/Following-Orders-258189589

Enjoy.

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She woke with a jolt, the space between her thighs dewy and hot. It happened again and this time she had been panting in her sleep. Tonguing the dry taste in her mouth, Yumemi stumbled out of her bed groggily and made her way down stairs into the kitchen. Green eyes watched the cool water fall into the glass with dazed preoccupation: that was the third time this year. She knew the dream wasn't hers…she didn't know anything about doing those things and her imagination really wasn't that great, despite what everyone thought before the Magical Kingdom was revealed.

Four fourteen in the morning this time. She must've shared a dream of Munto's…it had to be Munto...he was always a hard, but erratic sleeper…it would make sense, but why was he dreaming about her…doing…that? The thought of it didn't really bother her, but she couldn't understand why it was affecting her so much. Parched lips guzzled the water until her lungs demanded air. Leaning back against the counter, Yumemi stared curiously at a zucchini lying next to the carrots and radishes her mother had picked up from the farmers market. She watched her sex-ed teacher use one of the green vegetables to represent the male 'part' she was questioning.

A nervous pair of slender fingers fiddled with one of her dark-honey locks. Debating about how likely it would be for someone to wake up right now, she bit her lip and decided to step forward. Lightly, the girl brushed her hands over the smooth skin of the vegetable. No. This was so weird. A slap filled the silent room as she planted her palm against her forehead in frustration.

Would he really enjoy it? Could her mouth…really feel that good? He had touched Yumemi before, and it felt amazing, but never with his mouth…his tongue. Maybe she should ask someone. Her mother…no…she couldn't ask her mother about something like that.

Suzume was more innocent than even the blonde that was in this crisis. Ichiko would go off the handle for sure if Yumemi tried to discuss this with her. So this was it then? No one could answer her questions without freaking out on her or being completely clueless…great. Sighing with a great deal of distress, she finished her water while staring at the calendar; it was her birthday tomorrow…sixteen years and only the latest three of them seemed like her life was…well, alive.

~*~

Rui was here and it made her heart sink to think about it. Yumemi wasn't good friends with the pale haired general and he only seemed to come as a favor for Munto anyway. He sat quietly through the entire party and only moved to hand her the present he'd brought on Munto's behalf. Everyone marveled at the gift: it was a gorgeous crushed-velvet cloak with a strange stone on the clasp…the color of the fabric reminded Yumemi of a dark, ripe blueberry.

"The Kingdom is still very cold this time of year." Rui hinted to the present's purpose.

Yumemi's eyes lit up and a relieved smile graced her lips. "…You mean…really?" she grinned.

"If it's what you wish, Yumemi-Hime." The general respectfully bowed his head in sincerity.

Turning energetically to her father, Yumemi's eyes didn't need to plead for very long before he gave a smiling nod of permission. For some reason then, the idea came to her: Rui? True, he and Munto were war-buddies, and she noticed that they appeared to be close friends off of the battlefield, too. Not to mention that though Rui was hard to talk to, he was much more patient than Munto would ever be. To top it all off, Rui was a man, so he should know about…man…things?

After the party had come to a close and Yumemi began to pack her things, she laughed as she heard her father downstairs with Rui, explaining the rules of baseball. They had finally gone about their way around nine-forty and the sun had long been set. The hour it took to fly up to the floating kingdom seemed to flash by in an instant as Yumemi's mind consumed itself with ways to ask Rui about the dream. As he set her down on the familiar soil silently, she made her way to stop him when he walked ahead with the young girl's bag in tow.

"Rui-san?" She addressed, voice a little weaker than she wanted it to be.

The bright red stain on her cheeks caught the General's attention and he turned to face her, "Yes, Yumemi-Hime." He waited respectfully as she built up her courage.

"I've been having a dream…that's not mine…" In any conversation within the Heavenly countries, she knew that 'dream' was a word taken very seriously. "…I think it belongs to Munto...and I thought…maybe you could help me understand it?" she shied away a little behind her cloak's hood.

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate to speak with Munto-Sama himself about such a dream?" The question was honest, it was more logical to ask Munto about a dream that Munto had—but not this dream.

"No…this is…I don't want him to know that I know about it…please." Yumemi was begging for his confidentiality.

Through Rui's frost-colored strands of hair, she could see that internal war he was waging with himself, but his words set the course of his decision. "You needn't plead with me, Hime. We will discuss your concerns. Follow me, please."

They walked. The chilled night air bit sharply at Yumemi's nose. It was early March, but at such a high altitude, the Kingdom's weather brought back memories of January. Rui ushered her by the small of her back to a bench that he seemed to like because there was no way eavesdroppers could get an earful. Shivering against the frigid stone, Yumemi tried to word herself as discreetly as possible—though she knew that nothing she had to ask would be discreet.

Glossy lips took a deep breath, clearly visible upon exhaling. "Do men like it when…women…dothingswiththeirmouth?" she spoke so quickly that Rui barely registered it.

He swallowed thickly. He may be slightly deaf from all the explosions he'd encountered, but he damn sure knew exactly what his princess just asked. Oh dear God, what did he agree to? "Yumemi-Hime…" his voice went very cold and calculated, "What dream of Munto-Sama's did you see, exactly?"

She blushed madly but recalled every detail. "He was breathing heavy…I had my head near his lap and…"

"Ok, ok, ok! That's quite alright Yumemi-Hime. I understand." He tried to shake off the mental image. He can't say that he wasn't relieved though: ever since he was a captain, Rui watched his King ignore every advance of the ladies of the court and the courtesans. At least the brooding aristocrat was taking interest in someone, finally.

A long pause passed before Rui came to his conclusion, "With all due respect, Hime, I don't think you should concern yourself with these matters just yet."

"But he's helped me with things like that before, why can't I…" The blonde had a strangle-hold on her cloak now.

Fury boiled in Rui now as he was taken aback. "H-he's deflowered you, Hime-san?!"

Panic mode. "No no! I'm still a—I mean he hasn't—not that! No! Oh god…" she whimpered pathetically, seeing that this was not going good at all.

Rui sighed heavily, gripping a handful of his arctic locks. "Damn cradle-robbing fool…" he muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing, Hime. Forgive me." He apologized quickly, hoping she didn't hear any of that.

Another long pause, and much more awkward.

"You don't object to his advances?" Rui's teal eyes bored holes into Yumemi's, searching for honesty.

"No." She replied simply.

"And you don't object to the idea of his…thoughts?" he pressed.

"No." Yumemi suddenly felt like she was being interrogated.

He thought careful as he spoke, "It…is my understanding, Yumemi-Hime, that you are now sixteen years old, correct?"

She nodded.

"I have reviewed your homeland's laws many a night. If I am correct, and I'm sure I am, your jurisdiction states that you are of legal consenting age now." He admitted honestly, but was reluctant. "Though a lady of your high standing must set an example; this is not a matter to be taken lightly, Hime-san. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Rui-san" she hung her head with the weight of his words, but her spirits lifted when he didn't try to stop or condemn her.

Yumemi watched as the general stood and hoisted her travel bag over his shoulder, cape flapping in the wind. Quickly, she followed and they walked through the gardens into the warm halls of the palace. Opening the door to her room with a chambermaid following behind, Rui rested her luggage on the ground while the maid manipulated some Akuto to start the fireplace. Yumemi sighed in deep relief and heard the general as he bid them both goodnights…with a footnote.

"…and Yumemi-Hime, it does feel incredible." His face bore a barely-there smirk, but it was enough to get the point across.

~*~

It was getting colder…even with the fire roaring. Lustrous peridot stared off into nowhere…then lifted. She searched through her dresser—the pink gossamer dress was her target. It was the dress she always saw herself in when Munto dreamt. Wandering the halls to his usual late-night perches, she cursed herself for forgetting her cloak and shoes…it was so damn cold, but it was now or never.

She didn't know when she'd be able to work up the nerve again, if not tonight. And there she found him, asleep on his throne. Asleep. No.

Quiet as a mouse, she watched Munto as his face twitched, as his tanned muscles twitched, dreaming. Why she did it anyway, despite his state, Yumemi didn't know, but she kneeled onto the cold marble floor between his knees. This was wrong…she knew this wasn't what a girl her age should be doing, yet here she was, about to do this, because she wanted to. She wanted to—Munto did so many things for her, rarely ever asking anything of her, never once asking her to return favors or reciprocate feelings—but she was going to tonight.

Carefully the green-eyed girl undid the buckles around the King's hips and brushed them aside to see a bulge under his leather pants. Unbuttoning the red trousers, she felt him shiver when the cool air invaded the heat of his lap. She didn't have to tug much before freeing Munto's prominent manhood. An audible moan fell from his lips, but he didn't wake. She stared at it…it was larger than anything she'd ever seen in a textbook. She tried hard to remember what it was that he had dreamt her doing.

She placed her hand at the base of him and watched a white droplet form at the tip of his penis. Curiously, she leaned down, tasting it. Munto's golden-eyes shot open and he sat upright, panting. Groggy and dazed he felt something holding him and there, the king's eyes found Yumemi, kneeling before him, her hand wrapped around his length, her eyes filled with shock and guilt. He didn't know what to say…did he even realize that this wasn't just his dream?

She didn't know what to do, but she had to do something if he was going to allow her to continue. She tasted him again. This time he moaned, one gloved hand gripping the arm of his throne, the other holding Yumemi's head right where it was. Recalling his dream, she wrapped her mouth around the tip of him, but just stayed there…not certain of what to—

"Suck, Yumemi…" he ordered gently with his hoarse voice.

She obeyed him, letting more of his length into her mouth as she began her ministrations. Munto hissed and bit his lip. He tasted salty and thick, it wasn't unappealing, honestly. Feeling him rock his hips up and down against her mouth, she began move her petite hand in a similar motion, hearing her King make a noise of building pleasure.

Munto panted out another order, "Harder…ah!"

Yumemi blushed furiously at the embarrassing sounds her suction was making and tightened her grip around Munto's length, looking up to see his head lull back against the thrown. Curious for more, she moved her tongue as she suckled him.

"Yes!" he nearly growled down at her, "More." He commanded.

She continued, loving the feel of his fingers tangling in her hair and the sounds he was making. Her tongue swirled on his tip as she sank deeper onto him, feeling him buck against her mouth. His breathing became more frantic and he clutched the girl's hair when he heard footsteps.

"Alright," he spoke in a hushed, lusty whisper. "Enough, Yumemi."

Realizing what she just did and that people were not far away from discovering them, she blushed madly and began to fret. Suddenly she felt a hand cup her cheek and Munto's lips descending on her own. His tongue invading her as he scooped his hands under her arms, lifting her into his lap while the footsteps drew ever closer. It was exactly like his dream…or was it a dream, was it a premonition? He didn't care. As he broke their kiss, Yumemi whimpered.

Long, tanned fingers played with dark-honeyed locks. "Come." He ordered one last time before they disappeared, leaving the footsteps to discover an empty throne and no sign of its former occupants.
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