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I want to show her that I love her. After all this time I am still in love with her.
There is a way in which Yae speaks to Ei that sends the thumping in her chest completely awry.
Is it in the way that she says her name? Oh, Ei. That laughter of hers when Ei looks on with a sense of bewilderment? Her gentle teasing, the way that she tempts Ei forward with the promise of sweets and even sweeter banter? The glint in Yae’s eyes as she smiles at her in that knowing way. She can read her mind before Ei even knows what is happening to her soul. Disarmed, an even greater shadow than the days Ei once spent as Makoto’s kagemusha.
How do you reestablish the notion of love when you are the reason it fell apart?
Ei was not ready for this time to come. She was not ready for Yae to come to her so quickly and directly. Looking to tempt her back into a taste of the past that she left behind. A time of confusion and pain that seeped from her skin, putrid and blacker than the greatest miasma in the land. Swifter than any yokai, larger than the Orobashi no Mikoto which met its demise at the end of her blade.
No. Yae had slipped in, as quiet and unassuming as her tiny fox form had always been, and tricked her away from her senseless pursuit of Eternity. How cunning, how crafty that little pink ball of fluff had become in the years that they had been apart. Perhaps the death of Kitsune Saiguu had done something to change Yae as well. Made her grow up in some way—progressing forward while Ei remained, suspended in self-imposed stasis.
But, they had all changed. This land had changed, Yae had changed, she has changed. The sky has changed, the heartbeat that used to reverberate so ominously in this cage of Eternity has changed. Everything that Ei does is filled with hesitation and confusion—
—What is she supposed to do with all of this change?
At night, under the protection of darkness and quiet, Ei chances leaving the safety of the Shogun’s bosom for a chance to breathe.
She doesn’t want to relive the cacophony of before when she showed her face—the real one—to her people. Ei feels strange walking within the mortal plane once more. Her legs feel heavier, her body subdued by the power of gravity. Being tangible is something she’s not used to after all these years. The same sense of bewilderment and uncertainty remain. She thought Yae had absolved her of this. Again, something that would take more time.
Where should I even go? Ei stalls in her descent, keeping to the shadows that she is accustomed to. In the light of the moon, she lifts her head and looks up to the mountains in the distance. The Sacred Sakura—of course. Why hadn’t she considered this before? She could… she could go see Miko. Maybe finally come around like Yae had requested of her from the last encounter they had.
She summons energy for a brief moment, not wanting to waste time by traversing the land like any old mortal, and finds herself at the entrance to the Grand Narukami Shrine. The night lamps are lit and glowing, inviting and welcoming. Some amount of regret fills her as she walks up the steps, past the succession of red torii that mark the entrance to the shrine.
A few shrine maidens linger about, wrapping up the events of the day and preparing the shrine for visitors come morning. They startle at her presence, vibrating with nervous energy as they drop into bows—almost in dogeza—as the most exalted being in their land makes an appearance. One of them meanders over to Ei, keeping her head bowed and refusing to make eye contact.
“Your Excellency,” She stutters out, “How gracious it is to be blessed by your divine visage. An auspicious event indeed. Please, I implore. What matter can we attend to for you tonight?”
Ei finds herself frowning, the worry etching itself into her forward. This is precisely why she didn’t feel like leaving the Tenshukaku as Yae had previously requested of her. Without the safety of her shell to hide in she just felt … so exposed when people treated her like this.
She lifts her head to peer over the woman’s shoulder and gazes upon the form of the Sacred Sakura in the distance. Forever in bloom, no matter the season. Ei crosses her arms over her chest self-consciously, her eyebrows furrowing, “I came to see Lady Yae. Is she available?”
The shrine maiden steps to the side and gestures forth, “Guuji Yae has retired to her chambers for the night.” She pauses and then bows her head again, “But, I am sure she would be most happy to receive you should you approach her abode.”
“…Thank you.” Ei says, wanting to get away from this undesirable attention, as she continues her way into the shrine.
Before making her way to Yae’s sleeping quarters, Ei finds herself staring up at the Sacred Sakura, mesmerized. She approaches the grand tree and feels a pang up sorrow rise from deep within her chest. Her. Makoto. It’s almost as if she still holds Inazuma within her warm embrace even though it has been so long since her sister has been gone. Her elder, the wiser, she wasn’t the fighter. Pristine and clean—she maintained the ideals that Ei always sought to live up to. And now…
Ei bows deeply twice, claps her hands twice as well, and tilts her head inward to meet the tips of her fingers.
I have come back, sister. I hope that you have not longed for me in my absence in the way that I have longed for you…
Ei’s forehead furrows briefly in thought.
But, I have returned to see you once more and I … pray you grant me the absolution I seek within this physical form. I am … I am trying to do right by you. In my own way. In what way that is… I still do not know.
Her fingers grow tense, trembling as she keeps them clasped together.
I wish… I wish for you to grant me guidance to discover that. For myself. And for the people of our beloved nation. Please… guide me so that I may find the way.
She bows once more, deeply and reverently and then rises once more. Ei inhales softly and exhales, before turning around and descending the stairs leading back down to the shrine. She frowns in irritation as she notes that the shrine maidens had been staring at her while she prayed, but quickly get back to their duties once they realize she is no longer preoccupied.
Miko—she needs to find Miko before she enacts retribution in the only way befitting her title as the Raiden Shogun.
Ei redirects her attention to the center pillar and advances toward the doors. As she stands before them, mentally preparing herself to knock, Ei feels like kicking herself. I was in such a rush to figure out where to go… that I didn’t bring her anything, how rude of me. What would she have brought anyway? Flowers? Sweets? Books? What does Yae even like now?
Regardless, Ei presses on and knocks on the door. She receives no answer, so she tries again. Was Yae preoccupied with something? Scrolls? Important… shrine business? She doesn’t know. The world is still so new to her and things that were commonplace have been sublimated and replaced with everything that she does not understand. Ei tries knocking one more time before—still no answer.
She bites her lips in apprehension knowing it would be rude to just let herself into Yae’s quarters without properly being invited in. After all, she had kept Yae on the outside, hadn’t she? Locked inside the Shogun and barring all from entering her private domain? …After all, she had turned Yae away the last time she had dropped by.
She had been startled by echoes of Yae’s voice from beyond, interrupting her meditation within the Plane of Euthymia. Yae, cheerful as always—Ah, of course. The puppet guard. Worry not, I’m just checking in to see how my favorite little shut in is doing today. Ei had panicked, her face flooding over with all the pinks that had burned so brightly in the sky on that day that Yae… ahem.
The heartbeat from before consumes her, beating so rapidly that Ei thought she would have a heart attack right then and there. She covers her ears with her hands and shuts her eyes. Don’t let her in, Shogun. Please, send her away. I… I can’t see her right now.
The voice of the puppet outside of this alternate plane. She… we are not feeling up for visitors today. I will have to request … kindly … that you leave, Guuji Yae.
Yet, Yae persists—Is that you speaking? Or is it Ei wishing that I leave?
The Shogun goes silent, waiting for Ei to give her command. In the moment, Ei lashes out without meaning to. Go away, Yae. Not, Miko. But, Yae. Oh, she never calls her that.
The pink burns brighter and makes her heart ache. Ei hasn’t acknowledged the need for emotion for centuries now. Doesn’t Yae understand that pushing in this way is not what helps? She needs time. I asked you for time, please, I beg of you--give me time.
Yae merely sighs—I see—Her voice grows stern—You wish to lose yourself again.
It’s almost as if Yae were echoing the same words that she had once spoken so many centuries ago when Ei nailed her final benediction of finality into Yae’s heart. No, no. That’s not what she meant. She doesn’t want you to go away again. She doesn’t—the sky turns red—Ei feels like she’s on fire. She keeps the thunder and lightning within her mind at bay, she doesn’t want it to come back. She doesn’t want the sky to grow blood red again, she doesn't want that again.
And so, she left her without another word. And Ei sat in solitude for three days time before she mustered up some semblance of courage to leave once more. And now, standing outside of Yae’s private quarters, Ei stiffens her upper lip and grounds herself. What is she afraid of? Oh, ho. What is she afraid of?
...Ei realizes—nothing—as she pushes open the door and pauses. Because there before her is Yae—in her fox form—a tiny, fluffy ball of pink innocence, within the tangled sheets of her futon on the floor. She steps her way inside, her hands coming to her mouth as she stifles the urge to coo at the sight.
Yae fidgets in her sleep, a tiny hind leg twitching as she curls further into herself. Her tail twitches, sensing a presence, but she does not awake. Ei shuffles her shoes off, shuts the door behind her, and steps up onto the wooden surface of the room, wincing as the floor creaks beneath her weight. Some kagemusha, huh? She had been a samurai, not a ninja. Well, those days were long behind her after all.
She drops to her knees beside Yae’s futon and hesitates. Should she… pet her? Does …does she still like being scratched behind the ears like before? What about under her chin? Ei leans forward and lets a gentle hand descend onto Yae’s head, rubbing softly. She resists the urge to squeal, directing it inwardly. Archons, her fur is still as soft as it’s always been.
Ei forgets herself, leaning forward into the warmth of the futon and proceeds to scoop the tiny fox within her arms. She holds her, almost as if she were a baby and a soft smile comes to her face. Ei leans her head down, bringing Yae up in her arms so that they’re cheek to cheek—just like old times.
She feels stirring within her arms, paws pushing against her arms in an irritated manner as two small, purple eyes open. Yae yawns, barring tiny fangs and licking over her tiny muzzle. When her eyes refocus, she realizes just who it is that would dare to hold her—or even address her in such a manner—and she relaxes. Yae rises up in Ei’s arms, licking her cheek affectionately in greeting. She retracts however, hopping out of Ei’s arms and back onto her futon to stretch out.
“I must apologize for coming to see you so late at night… and without a proper greeting at that.” Ei speaks to her as she watches Yae getting comfortable within the mussed up sheets of her futon and curling back into the same posture as before.
Yae curls her tail inwardly, closing her eyes and nestling back down. For a moment, Ei thinks that she’s going to ignore her and go back to sleep, but she notices that the fox is looking at her—waiting for her to continue on in her empty monologues and apologies. She yawns again, her ears twitching and fanning out, earrings jingling.
“…I can understand if you are upset… cross with me even. I… have acted rather untoward after all.” Ei begins as she draws closer to the futon so that she can sit upon it next to Yae, “…I have been getting lost in my head again, it would appear.”
Yae snorts, turning her head away from Ei as if she were laughing at her.
“Oh… stop teasing me.” Ei huffs, “I am trying to apologize to you.”
An ear lifts in Ei’s direction—I’m listening, my silly girl.
“…I prayed to Makoto before I came to see you.” Ei continues, hesitantly reaching out to start petting Yae’s head again. She doesn’t move, letting the Archon continue on with her prattling and ruminations as she always does, “…Asked her for guidance. Though I do not know if she heard me. Sometimes … I wonder if I even listen to myself with the things that come out of my mouth.”
Another huff of air from her muzzle.
“Miko.” Ei chides, “Please. Be serious for once.”
Yae turns around and licks at one of Ei’s hands in reassurance—All right, all right. I’ll stop teasing you. She resettles herself, turning her small purple eyes back up toward Ei to encourage her to continue.
“I do not like appearing in this realm… in this form. I feel so exposed and uncomfortably tangible.” Ei says, looking down at her unoccupied hand, flexing it in front of her face, “And everyone stares at me. Gawks at me as if I were a spectacle to behold. I am no spectacle… I am…”
Yae careens her head upward, tilting her head to the side.
“…I don’t know what I am right now.” Ei breathes as she stops petting Yae’s head for a moment. She turns to look back down at the fox beside her, “…Do you recall how I created the prototype for the Shogun? That puppet from before? The one… that I now hear is enmeshed with those Fatui from Snezhnaya?”
Yae tilts her head to the side as if asking Ei—Why is this important?
Ei gestures toward herself, “This form. This form is not what I once was, what I truly am. This is human, something constructed and representative of the mortals that occupy this realm. I … I constructed that first puppet as a male because I wanted to consider something different. Wondered what would it be like if I were to somehow…”
Considering it was time to indulge in a more serious conversation, in a poof of pink smoke, Yae reappears in front of Ei in her human form—dressed in nothing but the sheer silkiness of her night robe. She scoots further to the Archon currently in some manner of distress again and leans her chin on Ei’s shoulder.
“Ei.” Yae speaks lowly to her in her ear, “What’s this about?”
“I don't know who I am.” Ei says to her, “…I have been in conflict with my identity, about this world, about my life—and I do not know who I am anymore.”
“You are Her Excellency, the Almighty Narukami Ogosho, the Raiden Shogun—“ Yae begins, almost in a taunting manner. Listing all of the manners of way in which Ei exists.
“Stop it, Miko.” Ei swats her away; growing frustrated that Yae wasn’t taking any of this seriously, again.
Yae sighs, reaching a hand over to grap Ei’s chin. She tilts her toward her with one finger, leaning in again to kiss her softly on the lips. She pulls back, running her tongue over her lips, “But to me… you are just Ei. And that is all I ever wanted. That’s all I have ever needed.” Yae tilts her head to the side in question, “Now, I ask you my sweet, sweet girl. Why is that not enough for you?”
“Because I do not belong to you alone, Miko.” Ei replies, her eyes glowing in the darkness of the room, “…I am everything to this nation. The sole reason that it exists. If I am faulty, how can I look to lead my people? How can I keep my notions of Eternity strengthened within the faulty cracks of my foundation?”
Yae leans in to kiss her again, somewhat more forcefully. She pulls back, needing to breath air once more, “The Shogun exists for a reason. You have said that yourself. Leave the puppet to rule Inazuma while you discover yourself again—realize what you live for again.”
“…How can I be so conflicted when I am supposed to be a god?”
“Because even the gods question who they are sometimes.”
“Then how can I be a god? I was never supposed to be an Archon. That was Makoto’s job.” Ei sighs as she brings her legs inwardly and looks at Yae, “…How can you still view me as the being that I am supposed to be when I am the most conflicted person in all of Inazuma?”
“Because.” Yae says, “You are Ei. The woman that I love. The woman that I have always loved.”
“And that is enough for you?”
“Is it not for you?”
Ei glances to the side and then sighs again, as she falls backward onto the futon on the floor. Yae shrugs and joins her at her side, looking at the mess of the Electro Archon that now occupies her space. Ei’s eyes glow once more as they glance to and fro, looking for answers to the questions that she just won’t stop asking. Yae leans down, brushes some hair from her forehead and chuckles.
“…Miko…”
“Why do you insist on stressing yourself out, my sweet girl? Nothing else matters outside of what we have in this present time.”
Ei tilts her head up to look at Yae, “…Time is not eternal.”
“No. It’s not.” Yae nods her head in acknowledgement, “But what does that matter?”
Ei lowers her gaze and her shoulders rise as she sighs again, “I don't know, I just… I must apologize.”
“Oh? Again?”
“…I have come here seeking an audience. I have disturbed your rest; I have not brought you anything in response to your earlier courtesies from before. I have been selfish again.”
“Hmmm, selfish… so selfish.” Ei startles when she registers Yae rolling over onto her side, a hand descending to her hip and gripping it playfully. Yae tilts her head to the side, “…I could think of one thing you could do to make up for your selfishness.”
Ei turns to look at her, sinking back into herself. Oh. Sex. She was talking about sex.
“You once spoke to me—back in that plane of yours—about those contraptions I used to have you use on me from time to time, but you never indulged in for yourself.” Yae continues, her hand ghosting over the space between Ei’s thighs. She leans in, her voice growing seductive, “…I was hoping… you would indulge me… by using the real thing.”
Ei swallows thickly, her breathing quickening as she feels Yae’s hand gripping gently between her thighs and squeezing for added emphasis. The infamous blush returns, as she moves her own hand down to cover Yae’s own and pushes it away. She sits up, feeling vulnerable and exposed, looking away from her lover who is waiting for her response.
“Miko, I can’t…”
“And just why not?”
“Because I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t have those questions about myself like I used to…”
“You mean if it were better for you to live as a man?” Yae questions her, “You Archons possesses the amazing ability to be whatever it is that you want. Why confine yourself and limit yourself to just one way of physical expression? After all, wasn’t that part of the reason why you configured that first puppet as it was? To see yourself represented in another way because you were curious?”
“I was curious, yes.” Ei admits, “…And that curiosity has been abated for now. I don’t…” She turns to look at Yae, “…That’s not part of who I am anymore.”
“No, its not.” Yae agrees, “But it was… and it's a part of you I never judged or shunned you for, did I?”
Ei couldn’t discount that Yae was right about that one. She had indulged her questions about retaining a male form—after all, men were powerful weren’t they? More domineering, less dainty than the form of a woman. And she was supposed to be the driving force of physical might behind Makoto’s soft and guiding hand. Wouldn’t her enemies fear her more for the visage of a male, rather than the soft and plush visage of this feminine form?
…No. Not really.
People …were still terrified of Ei no matter what she looked like.
“Ei.” Yae calls to her, sidling up against Ei’s backside and rubbing her cheek against her shoulder, “…As much as you don’t want to admit it… you liked having me like that the one time that we did it. Didn’t you?”
Yes. She pretends she doesn’t want to recall the flames of desire that she felt when Yae was on her back, knees pressed to her ears, moaning Ei’s name in a way that she—stop. No. She wasn’t doing this. And yet, Yae calls again to her—just as tantalizingly as before. Ei…
“Stop it.”
Yae sighs in defeat, turning around and crawling her way back over to the futon, “Hmm, well. If you’re going to be like that, I suppose I can just… lay here and go back to sleep then.” She yawns dramatically, turning away from Ei and grabbing some of her discarded bedding, “Just go back to sleep. As I was. Maybe if I get bored, I can pleasure myself… since you won’t do it.”
Ei keeps her back to Yae, her eyes trained on the door in front of her. She can hear the bedding behind her shifting, Yae sighing in content as she … slides or does something. Ei can’t really tell. She’s refusing to look at her, doesn’t want to indulge anymore of Yae’s teasing that she’s so fond of. Her eyes close as she hears the definitive sound of something wet being prodded—probably her fingers inside of her—and Yae moaning, baiting her to come take her already.
Mmm, Ei…
They continue like that. Yae shifting in the sheets and moaning obnoxiously while Ei continues to fume in front of her. Ei's aura—almost as if it were visible—seeming to descend into darker shades of purple by the minute. Ei’s fingers pull tightly at her thigh highs, stretching the fabric over her fingers as Yae moans again. The crackling of thunder echoes from outside and Yae smirks to herself. Archons, she’s weak.
…I love it when you do that with your tongue, Ei… but I wish you had something more to use on me…
A rapid succession of wet squelches, Yae fucking herself on her fingers echoes out into the room, and Ei can find that her resolve is dying rather quickly. She turns to look at Yae, her eyes glowing softer and then harder, throwing caution to the wind.
Ei’s head is between her thighs, pushing Yae’s fingers away and replacing it with that of her tongue. Yae squirms delightfully when she registers that familiar static sensation and nuzzling from before. Ei doesn’t relent for some time, going silent in favor of action. Yae in return moans appreciatively as Ei seeks to warm her up—perhaps she would acknowledge that previous request after all.
Teasing her to the edge of release, or not quite, Ei pulls away from Yae and makes quick work of disrobing herself of her clothing. She pauses as she gets to her lower extremities, her hands hesitating as she holds the top of her bodysuit within her hands.
“…Ei.” Yae says encouragingly, her eyes lifting up to meet Ei’s face in this time of vulnerability. Perhaps if she didn’t look, Ei would feel better about this whole thing, “…It’s just me.”
Ei silently pulls the rest of her clothing off, quickly pulling the sheets with her as she advances toward Yae again. She settles in against her again, shyly, as she meets Yae’s gaze within the dim light of the room. They sit there for a minute, Ei pressed against Miko’s thigh, averting her gaze as she can’t believe she’s doing this again.
“Well, there she is.” Yae giggles, biting her lower lip and gazing down to where Ei remains obscured from her line of sight. Oh, but she can feel her all right, “…Did you … grow while you were in—“
“Shut up, Miko.” Ei snaps as she pushes the fox back down to the futon below and drapes herself over her once more. She pulls the sheets in around her, looking to Yae to take the lead before she can … find her footing. Whatever that was.
“Well. …This isn’t quite what I had in mind. But, we can lay here for awhile if you want. I guess the sex will happen … eventually.”
“Can’t you just… you know. Do what you always do?”
Yae sighs lovingly as she pats Ei on the cheek and shakes her head, a soft succession of chuckles building within her chest, “My sweet girl. My shy sweet girl.” She murmurs, caressing Ei’s face and reaching below the sheets to guide Ei toward her entrance.
Yae spreads her legs a little wider, urging Ei to roll between them. It takes a minute—can you move your hips—and—Ei, that’s not… it doesn’t go there. But, they finally get settled with Ei inside of her and Yae, on her elbows, looking up into the face of uncertainty above her. She smiles gingerly, rubbing Ei’s cheek again in that same manner of silent encouragement.
“…Well?”
“…Give me a minute.”
“What more do you need?”
“I’m just… it’s been awhile.”
Yae reaches upward and wraps her arms around Ei’s shoulders, pulling her down so that they’re chest to chest once more. She moves her hips, angling them up and down in an effort to get Ei to finally move and to stop acting like such a virgin. Well, somewhere in the back of Yae’s mind, she supposes Ei kind of was. Five hundred years of celibacy… probably did things to the brain. Made them forget certain things that used to be commonplace so long ago.
What do I need to do? She seems to still have that praise kink thing going on… does she need reassurance again?
Yae raises up to lean forward and whisper into Ei’s ear, “…Do you want to know how you feel inside of me?”
She feels the muscles in Ei’s shoulders tense slightly and then relax. Okay, she flinched. Let’s keep this up. Yae runs her tongue over the shell of Ei’s ear, continuing, “It’s been so long since I’ve felt the burn—this beautiful aching burn of being stretched out like this by you.”
Yae thinks she feels something move, as if Ei was finally breaking down and submitting to her words, “Do you feel it too, Ei? When you’re so deep inside of me like this? Tell me, what do you feel?”
Ei can feel her resolve breaking—her shame—whatever residual emotions she had leftover from when they did this before coming down. She pushes her hips forward, heeding Yae’s words.
Yae hears the rate of Ei’s breathing changing, chancing a push inside, another retraction, gently pushing in again. Yae moans softly, her arms drawing tighter around Ei’s shoulders. “That’s right my sweet girl. My good girl. I know you want to take it… take me.” Yae murmurs again, grunting as she feels the slow push and pull of Ei inside of her.
Ei leans forward, pushing in again.
“…Take it.” Yae breathes.
She feels Ei push into her again, a little harder this time.
“I said—take it, Ei.”
As that moment, static fills the air as Ei rises above her, the sheets falling from her shoulders. Her eyes—glowing like they did within the realm of her personal domain—as she firmly plants her hands on either side of Yae’s head. A sharp inhale of air as she pushes back into Yae. Ei careens backward as she drags her hands down and grips Yae’s thighs in both of her hands.
Take it, Ei.
As she watches Ei pause for a minute, hoping that her encouragement worked in some way. …Yae, as with the last time … is not quite … prepared for what happens next. Yae yelps as her lower half goes concave, Ei gripping tightly on her thighs and pushes herself down, sheathing herself completely into Yae's cunt. Yae gasps in surprise, her chest heaving as Ei pauses for a minute, staring down at the woman beneath her.
“…You wish for me to take it, Miko?”
Yae shudders at the sound of her voice. Oh, yeah. This again.
“Very well, then.”
Ei snaps her hips backward and slams into Yae with one loud—whap. Again. She repeats the process, watching the way in which Yae yelps underneath her, trying to reorient her legs in some manner of way. They remain sky high as Ei pushes her down onto her back, picking up the rate in which she pounds into her. Yae clenches around her, her eyes rolling back into her head and her breathing growing heavier. Oh, fuck. Did Ei … just have endless amounts of pent up sexual tension from residing in the Plane of Euthymia for so long? And now she was taking it out on Yae… because she was forever pushing her to take it there?
“Ei…” Yae moans at a particular punishing thrust and her fingers scratch at the surface below them. Her legs careen further, her knees almost touching her ears, “Ei, wait, I—“ She stutters out as Ei pushes her down further, ignoring the moans and gasps that come from her wanton and needy mouth.
No. Ei’s not waiting. Not for anything this time.
She glances down at herself and where she connects with Yae. Fuck, damn. If that isn’t a glorious sight to behold. Yae’s want leaking, practically dripping out with each push inside of her, covering both their thighs in sticky, tackiness. She doesn’t want to admit to herself, but this is slightly more arousing than the other way of doing things. Ei glances back down to Yae’s face, notes the way in which she gasps and her chest heaves with each push inside of her. Well, she had told Ei to take it. …Whatever it was.
Ei inhales, exhales through clenched teeth, as she drops Yae’s legs from her hold and leans forward, planting both of her hands on either side of Yae’s head. She gazes down at the women underneath her—noting how she bites her lip, moans again in such a way that Ei knows that if she keeps hitting that spot inside of her that she’s going to lose it very soon. Yae’s legs widen, Ei lowers herself, keeping her pinned to the ground.
Ei folds an arm around Yae’s head, embracing the crown of Yae’s head in the crook of her arm. The other comes down, stroking two fingers down the side of Yae’s face, lingering on her cheek. Ei taps Yae’s cheek, beckoning her to meet her gaze so she can look into her eyes for a moment. Looking for something—anything. The first time had been a reintroduction of sorts. Pent up emotion that had sat still, dust gathering over the pages of a forgotten tome. But this… there was no going back from this.
“Miko.”
Ei speaks her name, watching Yae panting beneath her. She watches Yae’s eyes open slowly, hazy and misty with unbridled lust and arousal. Yae swallows against the filmy taste in her mouth, her chest heaving. The priestess remains silent all the while, waiting for Ei to continue.
“The memory of the last time we did this…” Ei begins, trying to speak through her own labored breathing, “I was ashamed of what I thought of myself. More so, I was ashamed of what you would think of me. …What I thought of you to be on the receiving end of … my wants.”
“Ei…” Yae breathes; closing her eyes and sighing.
“I felt this to be contrite. That even after all that I was… there was still some part of me that I could not share with you…”
“Ei.” Yae moans as her arms come around the woman above her and pulls her in tightly. She locks her legs around Ei’s hips, keeping her firmly pinned inside. “Fucking… stop talking … and start making love to me, Ei…”
Ei’s heart skips a beat at the candor of Yae’s words—make love to me, Ei. Ei turns her face into Yae’s hair and breathes in her floral scent. It’s almost like she exudes the smell of the Sacred Sakura no matter where she goes, “…You have no qualms about this?”
“I love you, Ei.” Yae moans again as she tightens her legs around Ei’s hips, “Now … please.” She arches her back, pressing her breasts against Ei’s as she tries to pull her in tighter. Her walls spasm once more, yearning to be stimulated again as the rate of Ei’s thrusts have slacked in her ruminating. “Ei, please. It’s starting to hurt I want you so much.”
Ei presses a soft kiss against Yae’s temple as the woman beneath her pulls at her shoulders, sinking her nails in until Ei’s skin starts to burn. She moans again when Ei pushes back into her with an abrupt thrust. She redoubles her efforts, snapping her hips back and pushing once more into Yae, so forcefully that they skirt forward on the futon beneath them. Yae yelps into her ear, ebbing into a slow whine as she hears her—Again, Ei.
They continue like that, the sounds of Ei pounding into Yae over and over again. The wet slapping of skin hitting skin, Ei losing herself in the feeling of Yae opening herself, exposing herself once more. The room grows hot, hotter than the feeling of the shock of her element. Warmer than the feeling that continues to bloom in her chest as she watches Yae beneath her, sobbing and moaning her name. Ei presses a kiss to the exposed skin of Yae’s throat, licks the sweat from her skin and takes in the tangy taste of salt on her tongue.
Ei reorients her arms, rising up to grip Yae’s wrists so that she can pin them above her head. Those legs part for her once more, Yae ignoring the ache in her hips as she stretches her muscles and accommodates Ei in her change in position. Ei’s eyes glow, familiar and soft, emotion sparking within that she always tries to keep settled down.
How I have contemplated the ways in which I would show the adoration that I feel for you. To show you that I still love you after all this time.
Her eyes map out the curves of Yae’s body. The sharp angle of her collarbones that descend into the valley of her round breasts. Pert, rose colored nipples against the expanse of milky white. The quick and rapid successions of her breathing, watching her chest go concave as her lungs press and strain against her ribs once more.
How I have worked myself into such a disruption into the mind, body, and soul that I would think that you would never accept me for what I truly am.
Her eyes descend further, the feminine curves of her hips. The softness of her thighs, the inner corners, now painted with the never-ending river of wetness that flows from between. She watches herself disappear within and pull out, repeating the motion that brings forth new murmurs and moans of satiation from Yae’s lips.
How I have hidden myself from you, pulled away from you… all in my ignorance for what you always needed from me. For me… to just be me.
To be Ei.
Ei leans forward again and proceeds to kiss Yae. She removes her hands from where she has Yae’s wrists pinned above and reaches around so that she may grasp the skin of her hips. She hikes Yae’s hips up, noting the brief choke of air that escapes from Yae’s lips before she swallows it down with another kiss. Her name—Ei—once more swallowed as she continues to pound Yae’s hips into the ground from this heightened angle. She notes the tears intermingling with the sweat that drops from Yae’s brows and hums in satisfaction to herself.
Yae Miko—this woman… this damn fox that teased her mercilessly. Called her to normality and reason, breaking the notion of Eternity in Ei’s eyes. Watching her submitting herself, appearing so helplessly beneath her. Grasping at Ei’s shoulders, her walls squeezing her so desperately in search of release. Ei pushes forward once again, groaning to herself as she feels Yae clench once more. Being with this woman again was more than enough to forsake all of her Eternity for.
Ei lowers herself down to Yae’s ear, speaking hoarsely, “If you wish to come, I permit you to, Miko.” She nuzzles her cheek against the side of Yae’s temple, mussing her hair, “Do not hold on to this for my sake.”
But, she didn’t. Not yet at least.
What Yae wanted was to be with Ei in her entirety. To take this moment that she had yearned after for an eternity—her own Eternity—and for it to last as long as Ei had hoped hers once had. She grips at Ei’s shoulders, another needy moan escaping her lips.
"No. Not yet, Ei..."
No? Yae was telling her no?
Yae’s eyes widen as Ei picks them up from the ground, stumbling away from the futon and hoists Yae up in the air in her arms. Archons—Yae scrambles to find her grounding again as her arms tighten around Ei’s shoulders—her legs all but useless as Ei keeps them firmly held within the grooves of her arms. She had forgotten how strong Ei was underneath that gentle touch of hers. Ei moves forward, stepping down from the ledge and presses Yae’s back against the front doors of her domain. She leans in, her voice growing deeper.
“Then I shall have to pry it out of you.”
Yae feels as though she’s ascended to Celestia—as impossible as that is—as her head hits the wooden surface and Ei starts fucking her against the door.
She bites her lip as she hears the continuous sound behind her—thump, thump, thump—the resounding marker of Ei’s hips driving into her own. She’s so hot right now, her hair sticking to her forehead, her breathing growing labored. Yae opens her eyes for a brief moment to look into Ei’s eyes—glowing and narrowed in her direction. Why does she always get like this when we’re fucking? Is this the only way that she can express emotion after all this time? Her eyes drop lower and she feel as though she’s going to come right then and there from the sight of Ei sliding in and out of her. Fuck… fuck… oh Archons… fuck….
“Do you wish for the shrine maidens of yours to hear what we’re doing? Is that it?” The door thuds behind them again. She kisses Yae briefly as she gasps. The slapping of skin against skin, Ei raising Yae’s legs higher to change the angle, going deeper. “Have you started to indulge in voyeurism in my absence, Miko?”
“We …are defiling—uhn—your sacred space, Ei.” Yae breathes as her back hits the door again.
“How strange.” Ei whispers, attaching herself to Yae’s neck and nipping it, “I thought I was engaged in some manner of worship currently with the high priestess.” She snaps her hips again, pushing in hard and deep, “Does that sound like defilement to you?”
“Fuck.” Yae moans again, her head dropping back as Ei thrusts into her once more. She tries to move her legs, but it’s useless. Ei pries them further apart, seeking to pin her down and have her submit.
“I will not have you defying your Archon’s orders, Miko.” Ei whispers one more, “Nor, will I deny you of what you have requested of her.”
Yae’s loud and warbling pleads of—Ei—are drowned out as Ei kisses her once more and proceeds to drive into her completely uninhibited, lacking restraint. Thud—Ei. She can feel Yae’s arms slipping from her neck, the high priestess so wholly consumed with being taken like this to even think straight. Another thud—Ei!—Ei keeps focus, despite having her own will slipping. It’s just so hot and wet inside of Yae that she can’t keep at this much longer without reaching her own climax in the process. Yae is soaked, her thighs coated and glistening with her want. Yae’s voice breaks, comes out disjointed, as she can barely contain herself as she stutters out, looking up at Ei with misty eyes—I’m going to come.
Yae's breath shudders, her walls clamping down hard over Ei, and push her out. Ei’s eyebrows shoot up in response, registering the surprise of … wetness …that Yae expels between them, dripping down onto the floor and coating her bare feet. Well, she’s never quite seen Yae do that before. Ei tries to reorient herself, seeking to enter Yae once again to finish off as well, but halts her actions. The high priestess lets out a soft and trembling—Ei—as her arms slip from Ei’s shoulders and she almost slides down the doorframe and hits the floor.
“Whoa, Miko.”
Ei startles, stumbling forward and bracing the two of them against the door. She seems to forget her domineering act in that moment, her own climax unheeded, as she attends to the nearly comatose woman in her arms. Yae is a boneless mess in her arms, still trembling and moaning through the rest of her orgasm. Ei pushes her forward, gathering Yae in her arms and turning them around to go back to the futon that was previously forgotten.
There is a slight bit of worry etched into Ei’s face as she watches Yae take soft gasps of air, her eyes rolling into her head and her body jerking in a manner that Ei has never experienced before. None of the previous times they had used Yae’s … toys had ever garnered this type of response form her. Ei glances down between her legs and her face flushes dark red, as she lifts her gaze once more to Yae’s face. …Maybe … after all this time… she was really worried about nothing after all.
Her own release forgotten for the moment, Ei turns her attention back to Yae who finally comes back to some semblance of reality and looks up at the Archon staring worriedly at her from above. Yae snorts once, twice, and then starts laughing—albeit, weakly, still in the glow of the aftermath.
…She’s blushing again.
Ei is actually blushing. After all of her talk. After all of what she just did—fucking her against the door like that—Ei has the audacity to blush.
“Miko? Are … are you all right? I … I didn’t hurt you did I?” Ei asks her.
Yae chuckles weakly, noticing the worry in Ei’s glowing eyes. She reaches an arm up and waves it around lazily in the air as if beckoning Ei to come toward her. “My sweet girl, why do you always become so reserved after coitus?”
“…I have lived within myself knowing the company of no other for centuries now, Miko. I am not who I once was and neither are you…” Ei responds as she leans into the caress of Yae’s hand, “But, now that I know that this is no hindrance to what I am now or who we are… I suppose … I can become comfortable with this.”
Yae laughs again, “Ei… you’re so cute… just so cute and you don’t even know it.”
“…I would prefer if I was not referred to as cute. But, if you are to think so… I suppose I shall allow it.”
“Hm? Is that so? Cute things can be eternal. Just look at me.”
“Oh, hush you.”
Miko hums to herself in satisfaction and pushes herself up into a sitting position. She inhales and sighs somewhat dreamily as she looks at the Electro Archon within her domain. Her eyes lower down to the matter between Ei’s thighs, her smile growing mischievous. Ei shirks away from her, hurriedly reaching behind her to grab some of the sheets from Yae’s futon to hide herself. Yae swats her hand away in retaliation, rolling her eyes. As if Ei hadn’t just fucked her to high hell.
“Now, now…” Yae says, her eyes descending again in appreciation as she licks her lips. She looks up at Ei, “It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t reciprocate as well, would it, Ei?”
“You…” Ei stutters, drawing back onto her elbows as Yae crawls into her lap—sly fox—even in her human form, “…Mi... Miko, this is… you never said anything about …”
A single finger pressed to Ei’s lips—silence, my good girl—as Yae proceeds to make her descent into the space below. The blush scales up Ei’s face, watching Yae take the tip between her lips before swallowing her whole.
Ei whimpers, as she feels Yae’s tongue wrap around her, sucks once—her shoulders hitch—once more—she moans—one more time—finally relaxing, as she falls backwards onto the futon. Hands scale over her abdomen, pressing Ei down—Relax, my good girl. Enjoy the ride, because I know I did.
As the first of many—Miko's—escapes into the air, Yae pulls away briefly, giggling mischievously.
“Mmmhm, yes, Ei… that’s what I thought.”
In the morning, the sun edges over the horizon once more. The shrine maidens rise with the dawn and begin attending to another day of duties at the Grand Narukami Shrine. …But, a question remains.
Just where is Guuji Yae?
One of the shrine maidens perks up, offering what she thinks is an explanation—Her Excellency came to visit last night seeking an audience with Lady Yae, but…
There were some odd sounds lingering about the shrine last night, weren’t there? Lots … and lots of strange sounds.
Perhaps they were arguing?
It is not like Lady Yae to argue with Her Excellency.
…Well, what do you think they were doing in there?
Should we enter Guuji Yae’s domain and check upon them?
The early risers all stare at one another—glance at the center pillar—stare at one another again and shake their heads. No… no. Guuji Yae would surely make her appearance when she was well and ready for it. Best to just… go on about the day and tend to things as best they could in the meantime, right? Right.
After all, perhaps some secrets were best kept behind the sanctity of closed doors.