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Ei looks at Miko once they're alone, really looks at her. Her kitsune is a little taller. Her hair, fully grown out. Her figure filled out into that of a grown woman.
"You have much to tell me," Ei says, after a long while. "Then begin now."
Yae Miko licks her lips, eyes widening. "Ei..." She comes closer, ears flicking. "Ei, I-"
Her hands tingle with a nearly forgotten itch. Miko's skin gleams like porcelain in the silken light of Ei's Plane of Euthymia.
Ei pulls her forward in a flash of lightning, violet crackling around Miko's body. Miko's cheeks gleam pink as she falls onto Ei. She tries to hide it. "So pushy," she murmurs. She is foolish to think she can hide from her god. Ei has not gazed deeply upon anything in a while, but her eyes glow with power now as she looks at Miko.
"I've missed you," she says honestly. Honesty has always been her kitsune's greatest weakness, and Miko flushes again, now. Hesitantly, her arms wrap around Ei's shoulders.
"Have you now," Miko murmurs, a smile in her voice.
In the past, it has always been Miko who made the first move. But now Ei lifts Miko's chin in a bruising kiss, wrenching a gasp out of the girl. Miko tastes like earth and sweet kitsune-musk. She is intoxicating, striking as Ei's power, always escaping Ei. She is no eternal being. Miko's lips are the blooming of cherry blossoms, not to be kept overlong; her body the sweetness of summer breezes. Ei has missed her.
She submits and takes, wrenching Miko's familiar shrine-maiden robes in a smooth grasp. The ties of her robes come undone in Ei's hands like ripped paper, like shredded petals. "Brute," Miko gasps, and leans up to bite Ei's bottom lip cruelly.
"You can bear it," Ei responds simply, and lifts Yae by the hip onto her so that she could feel the warmth of her cock. "My good familiar. My beloved." All the warmth of five hundred cold years seems to tingle through Ei's belly, her abdomen. She has always been nothing if not patient, but now her hands tremble with the need to touch, to break.
"We have time," Miko says, uncharacteristically soft. "Ei." Her warm thighs settle over Ei's.
Ei puts her mouth on Miko's bared breast, and bites hard. Miko laughs, a bare tremble in her voice, and pushes a knee up against Ei's cock. Ei hisses and pushes Miko down with an audible thud. She is utterly lost to this pleasure, to sweat and warmth. The discipline she has honed seems to flee her body all at once, and she frees her cock, ripping silk and thick brocade.
The air seems to simmer eith the force of Ei's need, crackling like the sodden wind before a lightning storm. Miko makes a choked sound, hands tightneing on Ei's waist. Without warning, Ei palms Yae's cunt. It's wet. Ei's mouth waters, Miko's hands brushing circles around Ei's breasts. "Impatient," Miko scolds with a breathless smirk. "Your excellency-"
"Silence," Ei commands. Then, gently- fingers open Miko's cunt, massaging her walls open with the same deadly fingers that struck down the Abyss. Beneath her, Miko squirms with anticipation. She licks her fingers clean as Miko's breath catches. Her tongue swirls around her fingers, catching the slick. Musky, heavy, salty. Intoxicating. Her mind has not been so clouded in five hundred years; she cannot get enough of the high. She ruts like an animal against Miko's inner thigh, tongue pushing between Miko's teeth. She pushes Miko down flat against the rocky sand of the ground, the muscles in her back flexing and tightening.
She takes as she pleases from Miko's body. It is her right, as protector and god and ruler. She feels Miko's honeyed tongue against hers, sharp words dulled to breathless whining. Miko runs hands around her breasts, down her tight abdomen, to touch herself.
Ei responds with a punishing thrust, and Miko nearly snarls. Sparks fly between them, jumping between the sweat shared between skin. Miko cannot silence herself, and Ei shoves three fingers into the gasping wet cavern of her mouth.
Drool trickles down Ei's fingers. She lifts Miko's hips with her other arm and finds a new angle, pace ruthlessly even and unrelenting. Miko comes almost violently, letting out a hoarse cry. She goes boneless beneath Ei's firm touch, not bruising yet inexorable. The sand drags against Ei's knees as she enters an almost meditative state, burying all her old grief and loneliness in Miko's warm flesh. Lightning flashes white before her eyes, ozone dripping from her skin like sweat. The divinity in her arcs outward, grasping onto Miko's boneless body, and she huffs out weak gasps as Ei buries her head in Miko's loose-muscled shoulder.
Miko shudders against her, hands clawing against her back weakly, as if she's reached her limit, but she doesn't say a word, only leans her head against Ei's. She looks into Miko, beneath the flighty hands and fickle eyes. Her lover is a liar, for beyond the teasing lips and tongue is five hundred years of hurt. Ei groans against her, whining, protesting. She fucks her into submission, into dizzied panting.
She is Miko, sitting among sakura blossoms. Covetous eyes gleaming down from Narukami shrine, from that strange boughed tree that blooms in Miko's heart. Ei feels uneasy in her heart, looking up at it.
Kamisato Ayaka has silvered hair and polished-smooth skin, but is not easily flustered. She's a performer through and through, lost between layers of ceremonial dress and polite smiling. Yae Miko wants to peel her open.
Years upon years glisten like pearls between their skin, between the pleasure flitting between them, fitting on their skin like tailored robes, smooth and hot and filling as cream. Yae watches shrine maidens come and go, bloom and fall. Some she takes as lovers, others as daughters. She is playful, body flipped between lovers like a coin, but heart still as glass. Seasons pass between meals of fried tofu that has lost its taste, between light novels that let her dream, between teasing and empty loves.
Ei presses a kiss to Miko's sweat-slicked forehead, her light eyes gleaming with ecstasied tears. The storm of her violence spent, she savors the sweet clench of Miko's thighs now, slowly settling deep in the welcome of Miko's reddened cunt, languidly sliding out, letting Miko feel every inch of her. Sparks catch on Miko's clit, and draw breathless, exhausted moans out of her. Fox-slick dribbles out of Miko, musky and strong-scented. Ei savors the feel of her, perfectly loose around her cock, pierced through and held still. "Ah," she breathes against Miko's flute-boned clavicle, "my Miko." She holds Miko through another climax, panting and crying.
For what seems like an eternity, she fucks into Miko's loose hole, into the sweet slick slide and out again, like the rising and setting of the sun.
As Miko's mouth gapes open in a wordless cry, sharp nailed fingers digging into Ei's arm, Ei puts Miko gently down and fills her mouth with the sweet iron of ozone and cum and her own slick, hand over her head, stroking her ears.
The lips of Miko's cunt have grown puffy with overstimulation, and Ei mouths at them. gently, licks over her clit with the flat of her tongue. She laps at the filthy mixture of her own spend and Miko's slick. Miko shudders and protests, hand twisting weakly in Ei's hair, but Ei is unrelenting. "Shh," Ei whispers against slick-shining folds of skin and nerve, "My good girl." She strokes Miko's hand just like she used to, when Miko was so small, so obedient.
"No more," Miko cries, panting. She is debauched, aching, cunt filled with the milky white of Ei's spend. Ei rises and fills Miko again with the thick stretch of her cock, slowly. Gently. She is lord and god, and there is no stopping her. The eye of the storm is her heart, calm and patient and inexorable; silvered sparks dance against Miko's abused cunt where they join. Ei fucks into her slowly, draining the need from her, the lonely sharpened resentment, the facade of her wildness. Miko is no fox but a tamed dog beneath her, and Ei's hand gently grasps around her neck.
Ei silences her whining with a kiss, slow and languid. When the kitsune bites Ei's lip and draws blood, she finds a new angle and fucks her senseless. Miko's eyes glow when she comes again, and she does not stop shaking for what seems like days.
Ei tongues her cunt once again and licks it clean. Miko lies beneath her, then above her, arms trembling as she rides Ei. Ei holds her up with a warrior's muscled arms when she goes limp, moves her like a doll, drags her slowly against the unrelenting stretch of Ei's cock. Miko's legs tremble against Ei's muscled thighs, and she supports Miko's entire body with the strength of her arms,
There is no night and day, but thousands of moments pass between them, thousands of memories and eons of grief. Shared, it is not so painful. Ei pushes her onto shaking hands and knees, fucks into the aching and opened hole of Miko's cunt and spends herself there. Sweat is exchanged like kisses between them, come and sticky slick like promises. Miko whines every time Ei draws out and lets the evidence of their coupling spill like dew from cupped leaves, high and thin. Ei cups her cheek and fills her mouth with fingers covered in fluid.
Their bodies writhe upon Ei's Plane of Euthymia, and the sky does not turn in day and night but in dusky shades of blushing sunset. Miko bites her shoulder and draws dribbling trickles of blood out, sparking violet. When Miko's eyes finally, truly close, and her breathing evens out, Ei cleans her body gently. The Plane of Euthymia is a place between the real and unreal, bodies drifting into smoke and reflected between the mirrors of the mind, Ei cannot bear to leave Miko untended to... again.
When the Raiden Shogun opens the doors and asks the samurai at the door for the time, the red faced man answers "It's been five months, your Excellency."
When Miko wakes, she is back to her usual self- but her knees tremble ever so slightly when she walks, and she cannot quite look Ei in the eyes. "I'm going out for fried tofu," she says with a huff, and leaves Tenshukaku in a swirl of white and crimson robes.