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“Her Excellency been in there for the entire day now,” the samurai at the door says gruffly. “She hasn’t come out.” He hesitates. “She met with Lady Kujou briefly, but never left the room.”
Miko crosses her arm over her chest, and strokes her chin. “Get someone to ready a table to prepare tea.”
“Yes, Lady Guuji.” The samurai is unable to meet her eyes still, and quickly backs away to summon a maid.
He returns with two maids, with table and utensils rolled up in a linen pouch.
As they exit, one of them bows to her. “It’s ready, Lady Guuji,” a flush high on her cheeks. They hurry off quickly, plain kimonos rustling quietly in the silent hall.
She enters the hall, and Ei looks up from her papers to see who came in. “Yae Miko,” she says. Then she looks back down. “Not now. I’m very busy.”
Miko’s blood burns at the remark, as if she can be dismissed like that, as if she’s nothing but a plaything for her archon for when she has the time. She huffs and starts undoing the ties on her robes, dropping belt, outer red robe, then the next white layer, then the next red layer, until she’s left in a white layer that goes down to her ankles, utterly translucent.
“Miko,” Ei says sharply, but eyes are still trained on her every move. She smiles smugly.
“I’m just here to make tea for my archon,” she says, then lowering her tone, “I was worried, so i came to serve my lord and please her.” She undoes the last tie on the thin white layer, and then shivers deliberately as cool air gusts over her stomach and her breasts. Her large, dark nipples are visible under the thin linen. She adjusts the cloth over her nipples, and gasps quietly. Her thumb brushes over the tip of one, just barely touching.
Ei’s grasp on the brush tightens, and she still doesn’t look back at her work.
Then, true to her words, Miko makes tea. She is knelt before the low table demurely in a single layer of open white silk robe. Ei is reading reports, brush in hand to sign off on petitions, but her eyes are trained on Miko. Miko preens inwardly. Her archon might like to pretend at self discipline and sternness, but in reality she’s a very simple woman.
As Miko finishes pouring the last of the tea in, the dregs at the bottom of the pot swirl. She strokes the line of her leash, a stripe of leather between her breasts, falling to brush the ground between her thighs. When she stands, she sees Ei lean back a little, propped up on an arm, undoing her own wide silk belt. Her mouth goes dry.
Ei watches her, a blush rising high on her face, eyes dark. Miko preens at her attention, and looking directly into her eyes, pretends to trip over her own feet, dropping the tray of tea. It’s scalding hot on her forearms and sleeve, but it’s worth it when Ei is suddenly there, catching her, ire in her light purple eyes because she knows.
“Coy fox,” she says. She has that disapproving look in her eyes, that Miko likes kissing into dazed lust. So she does, falling over to kiss her on her mouth, letting Ei hold them up. She holds Miko up so well, her archon, so strong. Ei’s breasts squeeze against hers, sliding. Her nipples are so hard against Ei’s smooth silk robes. She can feel the slickness on her lips, down her thighs, unbearable.
Ei pushes her robes past her shoulder but doesn’t slip it off entirely. She nuzzles into the juncture between Miko’s neck and shoulder, nipping and suckling. Miko makes those small fox-sounds she likes, little yips and whines that make Ei’s cock harden against her thigh, and it smells vaguely like ozone now, in the room, the air crackling. Miko smiles.
She sinks her teeth into Miko’s shoulder, drawing a sharp pained yelp, and then a longer whine. Ei likes the sound of her pain, the sharp surprised gasp she draws out of Miko.
“Coy kitsune,” she says, “seducing me out of my work.”
Miko pouts. “But my lord is the ruler of all Inazuma. How could I possibly seduce you?”
Ei frowns at her, and takes her by the waist. Miko feels herself getting wetter as Ei pushes her facedown onto her own larger table. It’s lower than her waist, so she ends up posed ass up in the air, Ei bent over her cunt but not touching. She can feel Ei bending over her, back against her back, mouthing at her shoulders now. Her supple breasts squeeze against Miko’s bared back, but her stomach rubs against the bunched up linen. Ei hasn’t even touched her but she feels so debauched, linen rucked up so that only her breasts and cunt are exposed, Ei rocking against her, on top of her. Ei’s breasts are so soft. Miko twists around in her arms to nuzzle against one, licking kittenishly against a dark nipple. Ei groans and pulls her closer by the hair. Her hands are veined, the hint of azure against light tan.
“You like that?” Miko sucks on a nipple hard, and Ei moans. “You like it when I suck on your nipple? Am I serving you well, my lord?”
Ei twists her hair abruptly, and Miko yips again. She bites Ei’s breast in retaliation. Ei turns her around and pushes her down, forcing her ass up again. “Ooh, so rough,” Miko taunts, “so impatient, the great ruler of Inazuma, the respected and feared Raiden Shogun, the-”
All words leave her when Ei puts her tongue on her clit, probing and massaging, broad licks lapping up all her generous slick.
“Miko is so pretty,” Ei says admiringly. “Miko is all dark brown here like the wood of a sakura tree, veins tinted blue and skin blushing pretty pink.”
Miko’s words die in her throat. She shudders and cries against the table, papers slipping under her cheek, Ei unrelenting against her pussy, around the edge of her cunt, but never inside. It’s almost worse this way. She pants, like a dog, against the table, and watches her breath fog up the glossy wood, her hot face flushing down to her ears, wriggling against Ei’s tongue. “Hmmm, ah, ah ah!”
Whenever Ei’s tongue pokes against her clit, she makes a high pitched whine. “Ah, I’m ready, I’m ready, I want you, I want you, I’m wet, can you feel it? I’m so wet, I want you now,” she whines, needy, reaching around to grasp Ei, any part of Ei.
“You’re ready?”
She nods frantically. Ei turns her around on her back, still holding her ass up to Ei’s waist with a single arm. With her free hand she dabs at Miko’s watery eyes, gentle. “Good girl.You’re my good girl. You’re so good to me, Miko. You always wait for me, don’t you? You’d wait for me for as I needed. You’re so good. You’re not a fox, you’re my little dog, aren’t you? You’re so good and tame for me, hmm?” She tugs lightly on the leash.
Ei’s voice makes her gush slick, a finger up to the base inside her, and Miko whines loud and high. She can’t speak, even to beg for it. She pushes against Ei, hand up to grope at her breast, finger circling around the nipple. It makes Ei groan. Eyes dark, she looks down at Yae, and slides her finger out. Only one finger, but it still makes Miko feel empty when she removes it. “Mmmh,” she complains.
Then at her entrance there’s Ei’s cock, barely sparking with electricity, like when she touches someone’s hair, static electricity. But it still burns her cunt, and she whines. “It hurts,” she says, but keeps rubbing herself against it, trying to get more. “It hurts, my lord is so cruel to me.”
Ei groans again, a deep noise from inside the her throat, and slides it in all the way to the base. Yae nearly screams, arching her back and knocking her head back against the wood. “Mmmh, ah, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, go slower, go slower, ah, ah, ah!”
Ei slows down, only to wind up again and fuck into her with a renewed force, one hand grasping her wrist, pressing bruises into her skin. She yips with every thrust, crying and squirming as if to get away, cunt convulsing around Ei’s dick, tortured by the static that pulses through her every so often.
She can feel salty tears on her face, and her ass gets hotter and redder every time Ei thrusts, the sound of Ei fucking into her loud and wet in the room. The slick slides against Ei’s cock and then against her cunt again, making her lips sloppy, easing her walls into the shape of Ei. She can’t breathe, gasping open mouthed like a fish, panting, whining. “No, no, no, it’s too much! Ah-!” Ei’s cock is too large, too painful, and she’s being speared open on her cock, caught on it. She can’t get away, and Ei keeps thrusting into her, pushing her back onto Ei’s cock with a hand on her waist. She sobs. Her leash is entirely untouched, bouncing with Ei’s thrust on the table with her breasts.
Ei presses her down. “But you wanted this,” Ei says into her ear, “you want this, don’t you? Your body likes this, you’re so wet, ahh… Miko is so good to me.” She sounds so wrecked, so needy. She needs Miko so badly. Miko arches her spine, trying to show more, pride warm in her stomach. She rubs at Miko’s clit. It sends her over the edge, cumming, screaming so loud that Ei pulls her up and swallows her shout with a delirious sloppy spit soaked kiss.
Ah, Miko thinks with some disappointment, it’s over now. She’s satisfied, and she’ll go back to her work, and I can come see her next time. But-
Again, that cock presses at her entrance. A… different voice speaks in her ear. “Is this what she does when she has control of this body?”
Miko twists, alarmed. “Get off me-!” She yips sharply, and reaches around to bite, but then Ei- no, someone else - pushes that painfully large cock back into her and her vision whites out. Ei set a pace, long ordered thrusts and gentle stroking once in a while, but this person- whoever it is- is ruthless, jagged thrusts, staccato, fucking into her like they want to surprise her cunt.
“No, get off,” she whines, “not- not- Ei, who…” Her already puffy and abused cunt is screaming at her now, the cock drawing out of her entirely to the tip and then pushing back in to the base after a moment of rest. “Get off me,” she cries, but it comes out like a moan when the person twists her collar around and tugs at her leash so hard she sees stars.
“Shh,” that voice murmurs again. She doesn’t sound like Ei does during their sessions, all wrecked and beautiful and on the edge of losing her mind. She sounds cold and- irate, as if saddled with a task that she wasn’t prepared for. “I’ll make this good, worry not.” It makes her gush a humiliating amount of slick, and Miko moans loudly.
The person (Raiden Shogun, Miko realizes now, it has to be. The only other person with Ei’s body, Ei’s cock) fucks into her like she’s a nuisance. Tsk , she hears, and the pressure on her hair increases. “No,” she whines weakly, clawing at the grasp on her waist.
“You’re very loose already,” the Raiden Shogun remarks, all the while forcing her to bend her spine on every cruel thrust. “You’re very red down there. It looks painful.” Her grasp on the leash is unrelenting, and although her thrusts move Miko against the table, the leash keeps her in place, and her throat chafes against it. She really can’t even breathe, and she tries to say as much. But it feels so good, the lightheaded dizziness, the burning waves of pleasure in her lower abdomen.
Miko moans, and reaches down to touch her clit. The Raiden Shogun starts thrusting faster, two fast thrusts in succession and then pulling out for an extra second before thrusting back in, teasing her. She’s so empty, she needs Ei’s cock inside her all the time, she can’t leave, she can’t leave- Miko pushes back, but the Raiden Shogun keeps her in place with the leash. She gasps, cries, but the Raiden Shogun never turns her around to wipe her tears.
She cums again when the Raiden Shogun squeezes her ass too hard, as if for the first time, curiously. It’s with a deep guttural moan, her throat almost as torn up as her cunt. When Ei’s cock pulls out of her, she falls to the mats with a muffled thud. “Shh,” someone says soothingly, “It’s me. Didn’t you like that, Miko? Didn’t she make you feel good? Hmm?”
Ei, Miko thinks. Ei strokes her hair, strokes her jaw, kisses her. She tears her collar off her reddened neck and presses kisses onto the line of chafed red.
Then, something is pressing at her lips, thick and heavy and smelling of ozone. “Good girl,” Ei says, raspy and wrecked and desperate. “Help me finish, Miko, please, you’re so good to me.”
She pushes it in anyways, even tho Miko tries to say she can’t, she can’t, she’s so tired and her throat is sore and raspy-
She uses Miko’s mouth like a sleeve for her pleasure, shallow thrusts and long slow ones. Her cock is hot and heavy and hard in Miko’s mouth, and she still tries to suck but she’s really so tired, she’s too tired, and Ei cums with a desperate, low yell, like she tried to hold in until it tore her throat open trying to come out. Hot cum floods Miko’s mouth, and she tries to swallow but some leaks out of her mouth. Ei nudges it back in with a finger, smears it all over her lips like a balm. “Stop,” Miko rasps after she tries to swallow, “messy, it’s so sloppy…”
Ei leans down and kisses her forehead, hand on her cheek. Ei rains kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her jaw, her throat. “I missed you, Miko. You came only a week ago, but I missed you. I need you so much. You’re so good to me, Miko I don’t know what to do without you.”
Pride makes her whine smugly. When Ei wipes the cum off her face, she snuggles into the touch, smiling lightly. “I’m glad Her Excellency enjoyed my service,” she rasps. Ei brings a cup of water to her lips. They lounge on the steps to the podium, Ei’s arms around her.
“Did you like her,” Ei says hoarsely, brushing strand of hair back from Miko’s neck.
Miko huffs. “I like you better.”
Ei smiles. “I’ll build a different body for her, then. You can have us both at the same time.” Miko whines in protest, slapping at her arm, but she suppresses a shudder. Ei runs a finger down her spine. “You’re so good to me,” Ei praises. “My favorite pet.”