Yokai And Celestial Guardians (Lemon)

Bunko hissed in pleasure as Zen licked and sucked on the bared skin of her exposed shoulder.

Turning his bride around, Zen tightened his hug around her waist and captured her lips for a kiss. Getting a little bolder when he felt no resistance from her, he deepened the kiss, exploring the water wielder's mouth with his tongue. Scooping his wife into his arms, he carried her over to the futon that was already laid out for them. Lying her down on the mattress, he renewed the interrupted kiss, their bodies molding into each other.

Bunko's hands, too, had not been idle; in fact, the haori had already been shrugged off. Reaching for the knot of his hakama, she fumbled to undo the complicated knot.

“Bunko, slow down...” Zen was trying to get his inflamed hormones back under control, Bunko's inexperienced handling of his hakama had given his manhood unwanted... simulation. “Not yet...” he stilled her wandering hands and pulled them away, his red eyes focused on the heavily breathing young woman underneath him. Loosening the over-robe, he shrugged both the over-robe and under-robe off his wife's shoulders. “Beautiful...” he sucked in a hitched breath as his bride's breasts were bared to him. One of his hands reached to feel the weight of a breast in the palm, causing Bunko to let out a pleasured groan. Encouraged by the positive reaction, he leaned down to suckle her other breast.

“Zen, please...” Bunko begged, arching her back up and allowing Zen more access to her body.

“Patience, Bunko.” Zen panted, his manhood was hardening in response the humidity of Bunko's nether areas. His eyes taking in the flushed face of his bride, he plucked his courage to let a hand reach down to her thighs, before it reached into the under-robe to find the most intimate part of her body.

Bunko did not manage to contain a scream of pleasure when she felt Zen's hand caress her labia, his fingers exploring her labia lips, before his thumb found her clitoris and started to rub at it. Unable to control the sensations building up anymore, she finally lost control and called out her husband's name in a loud wail, a hand gripping Zen's arm as she reached her first orgasm. Allowing herself some time to recover from her orgasmic high and feeling Zen's erection pressed against her thigh, she snuck a hand down and let her fingers brush along the underside of the hardened member through his hakama.

Zen hissed in pleasure, his free hand fisted the futon as he felt pleasure jolts shoot up his spine at his wife's administrations, his inner Yokai was already screaming at him to simply claim her. Unable to control his urges any longer, he shifted himself off Bunko and undid the knot that held his hakama up. Letting the loose pants drop, he divested himself of his under-robe and leaving him as bare as the day he was born. Returning back to his wife, he kissed her deeply as he moved in-between her thighs.

Bunko hooked a leg around Zen's waist, pulling him into her.

Zen choked back a groan when he felt the head of his member prop into Bunko's heat: he had to claim her now. Slowly, he started to push into her, amazed at the heat that surrounded him. It was then when he came to a fleshy barrier and knew he had reached the wall of his bride's virginity. “I'm sorry.” he whispered, pulling out slightly and snapped his hips back in, breaking Bunko's hymen. “Does it hurt?” he asked gently, feeling Bunko's nails dig into his bicep and hearing her gasp in pain.

“I'll be fine.” Bunko answered through her tears. “Just... don't move.”

“I won't.” Zen promised, peppering her face with kisses. “Not until you're ready.” trying to alleviate her pain, he flicked his tongue lightly around Bunko's sensitive nipples.

“Zen, it's fine now.” Bunko assured after a while, feeling the pain melt into sheer pleasure. “Move!”

As if in response to her request, Zen started to thrust slowly into her, before feeling Bunko grind her hips against his in an attempt to increase the pleasure.

“Zen, harder!” Bunko implored. “Please!”

At that, something snapped inside the poison bird Yokai and Zen let his inner Yokai take over; interlacing his fingers with Bunko's, he spread Bunko's legs apart and shifted her onto his lap to allow deeper thrusting.

Bunko let out an even louder scream than before when she felt Zen move deeper, faster, into her.

It was not long before everything just exploded for the newly-wedded lovers; Bunko was the first to reach her peak, the pleasure shaking her body as her inner walls contracted around Zen's member, milking him of the hot jets of seed he shot deep inside her womb.

That sudden, intense contraction pushed Zen over the edge and he climaxed after a final, hard thrust. Resting his weight on his arms and careful not to squash his exhausted bride under his weight, he pulled out of Bunko and slumped onto the futon beside her, breathing deeply to catch his breath.

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