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"Do you trust me?"
Wholly and without question, fear, or hesitation. Blindly. Unfadingly. Zealously.
"Of course, Momo…"
It was the uncertainty in her voice that hurt him the most. Had he given her reason to doubt his devotion to her? Had there been some moment of pause on his part that had caused worry to fester deep within the heart of his goddess? No matter the cause, he would do all he could to give her the certainty she deserved.
"… Always."
The smell of amber tickled at his nostrils as he knelt upon the floor of her bedroom, the whole of his flesh exposed to her. With hands resting upon his knees, he sat with his back straight and waited for her next command or question as he listened to her slowly pacing circles around him. Though he so desperately wished to gaze upon her divine form, she had clad his eyes with cloth, thus making him dependent upon his other senses.
The aroma of the candles he gifted her long ago and the taste of her peach lip gloss delivered so sweetly upon him before he knelt down. Her slow steps as she seemingly pondered on what to do with him and the sensation of the stale room air against his bare skin. The thought alone of being so vulnerable for her just a year ago would have painted him in flush red skin but now it only filled him with euphoric excitement. His muscles pulled tensely below the flesh, eagerly awaiting whatever sensation she would deem acceptable for him to feel, be it her touch, her kiss, or should be so lucky, her bare skin upon his.
"I've been practicing s-something for you, Okarun. Something that I thought you'd like but before we start, I need you to say the rule."
The words came tumbling out from impatiently chewed lips, "If I'm ever unsure, I am to tell you immediately." Her pacing came to a stop and Okarun could feel her hesitation in the long silence. Unwilling to let her doubt grow any more than it already had, he chose the punishment of speaking out of turn over letting her punish herself with worry. "But I've never disliked the way you've treated me, Momo. I've never wanted to tell you to sto—"
A deific palm upon his mouth silenced his blasphemy and it took all of him to not kiss into it with praise as his mind flooded with memories of what transcendent pleasure she had bestowed upon him with that hand alone.
"Just promise me, Ken."
His eyelids fluttered beneath the blindfold as her use of his name sent lightning through his unworthy form. "I promise, Miss Ayase."
"Good boy…"
Behind him, Okarun could hear the sound of her moving about the room, Momo opening her closet for a moment before the silence became overwhelmed with the sound of a drawer being rummaged through. Moments passed as he waited patiently, the anticipation causing all of him to tense with each noise that emerged through the void of his current perception, or lack there of. With his heart racing, motionless he remained, even when the gentle thump of her footsteps signaled her return to him in the center of the room. Okarun could feel the heat of her body as she sat down before him and he cried out in his mind for it to devour him.
"Put your hands at your sides."
He followed her command without thought, his wrists moving quickly to parallel his spine along his sides as he pressed his chest out ever so slightly in an greedy attempt to close the torturous distance between them. The heat of her palm against his sternum caused a moment of panic, the worry of her pushing him away building before a feeling entirely new began to branch out beneath her touch.
Warm tendrils journeyed forth from her hand and slowly began their journey about his body. At first the sensation felt foreign but as it spread wider and encompassed him, an understanding soon found its way into his lust clouded mind. He had felt this warmth before, surrounding him and keeping them both safe in the heat of battle. Ethereal teal energy that she alone possessed control over crawled its way around his frame until it began to coalesce into more physical bands that crisscrossed him. Tighter the binds grew as he felt the energy collecting into fibrous ropes that restricted him more with each passing second. Against his chest, he could feel a tremor developing in her hand as she strained to control her abilities in such a precise manner.
The first to fully materialize was framed about his chest, a five pointed star that pointed downward as it looped over and around his neck, highlighting and pulling his pecs outward as if to present them for her. Slowly, his mouth opened as each breath began to meld together with soft whimpers and moans, Okarun entirely incapable of hiding his desperate need to give all control over to his deity. Next, the energy materialized down his spine, a single rope that branched out like the tree of life the moment it touched the top of his pelvic bone. As the bindings wrapped about his wrists and secured them tightly to his sides, a harsh gasp was torn from his throat and he did all he could to not cry out her name in reverence.
The smallest beads of sweat gathered at his brow, quickly wicked away into the cloth of the blindfold as he pressed his body into her palm, hungry for more. His breathing quickened as the ropes snaked around his front, settling into the joint of where his legs met his hips before they began to wrap about his legs. Pulling tight against his muscles and locking him in the kneeling position, Okarun couldn't contain the loud whine that bubbled up from his throat.
"O Goddess…"
With her abilities anchoring him to this world, Okarun felt his mind beginning to wander. Thousands of times before she had encompassed him in her powers, either in the heat of battle or in those little moments of tenderness where holding him tightly just wasn't enough. It was a safety blanket that would shield him from the worst of the world but now it became something so entirely different. Ki normally tasked with protection and the punishment of evil now found itself binding him so eagerly in place, concentrated down into the form of ropes that bit into his skin just enough that each minute movement sent glorious electricity along his nerves and threatened to overload his synapses. The vibrant teal bindings hummed with her essence and every part of him hoped that even when they eventually disappeared, some kind of marking would be left behind as a way to forever brand him as hers.
The hand at his chest slid upwards, fingers trailing along the teal ley lines she had wrapped him in before she pressed a digit to his lower lip. Once more, he had to contain his fervent desire to shower her finger with the praises of his tongue.
"Sshhhhh, I'd hate to have to gag you when I have such wonderful plans for that mouth of yours."
Ragged waves of molten breath cascaded over her finger as he quivered before her, restrained and eager. To reinforce her control, Okarun felt as the ropes surged with power and began to tauten against pleading flesh, yanking a series of cries and moans from him that left his throat raw. Though she kept him so wonderfully bound by body, every little tease she gave him threatened to sunder his mind and leave him naught but a babbling toy for her to use for her enjoyment. Coherent thought was entirely lost to him as all that remained in his mind was the sound of begging and pleading for more. For the chance to worship every inch of her seraphic body with his tongue and taste of her divinity.
Her hand at his jaw brought a silence to the chorus of cries in his mind that only she could, a quiet yet voracious hunger to devour whatever blessing she would offer onto him. He'd wait an eternities worth of moments like this if she'd only asked it of him.
"Now…"
The sound of flint striking against a cylinder of steel assaulted his heightened senses for a moment, the smell of burning lighter fluid following quickly behind it as it flooded into his nose.
"It is about time I repay you for those lovely candles you bought for me all those years ago." Her hand left his face and pulled a whimper from him with it. Again, she caused the bindings to surge and he bit down hard on his lower lip to not let another sound slip out. The smell of ether slowly melted away as another much more perfumed scent began to fill the space around him. Flaring his nostrils, Okarun took in a deep draw of breath through his nose and let the smell of peaches overtake him. So distracted by the smell was he that he failed to notice an object radiating heat that now hovered over his left thigh.
"Remember your promise."
A split second of confusion gave way to a searing heat splashing down onto the top of his thigh, causing all of him to tense and pull against his binds as he cried out in a mixture of pleasure and shock. The substance quickly solidified upon his skin, sealing the flesh beneath and allowing the muscles of his leg to somewhat relax once more. The pain, though sudden and intense, quickly dissolved away into a electric buzz that traversed his form. Though Okarun was no stranger to pain after so many years of fighting off yokai and alien alike, this sensation was entirely new and he found himself craving it in a way he couldn't quite place at first. It set all of his nerves in the area ablaze with desire, each one sitting upon a knife's edge and crying out for the next hit of euphoric overstimulation.
Momo's lips on his own delivered a slight calm onto him, though he was fully incapable of resisting the delivery of a wanton moan into her mouth. Pulling away, she brought her hand up to his lips and dragged her thumb across the freshly wetted entrance before it trailed down the small line of saliva that had spilled from his mouth at the surprise of the melted wax.
"Good or bad?"
His response erupted forth form him, devoid of thought and laced with a frantic tone. "Good, so go—AHH—od! Please don't stop! " Okarun once more pulled against the ropes, tensing his form against the restriction as he tried to bridge the canyons worth of space between them.
Again the ropes responded in kind, anchoring him more firmly in place as she pinched his chin between her thumb and index finger. "Concentrate, my bound boy… I can't have you breaking just yet, We've only just started."
Behind the only cloth that covered him, Okarun's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought to maintain some semblance of control over the rabid state of his mind. He knew what she required of him was impossible, yet he would do all he could to prevent disappointing her. All he could do in response was nod frantically into her grasp, as speaking would only result in tighter ropes that threatened to unmake him further.
"Good boy… you look so pretty like this, tied up like a present just for me. I wonder if a couple more splashes of color would make you even prettier."
It seemed her usual impatience remained unchanged, Momo testing the thought rather quickly as she poured a thin line of wax down his right thigh. Much to Okarun's delight, the sensation was vastly different to the first. Though the wax most certainly carried a heat with it, the substance cooled far quicker against his skin, feeling more akin to a quick swipe of her nail along the taught fibers of his muscles in lieu of the original hot splash she had delivered on him earlier. It pulled a vocalization from the depths of him that mirrored how it felt, a long and wispy gasp between gritted teeth before a quivering exhale. "Please…"
Grinning, Momo grasped his chin more firmly before giving his head a gentle shake. "Only because you beg so sweetly. Now… where to begin…"
In the long pause she took to consider her options, Okarun concentrated on bringing his breathing under control. Deep pulls of air filled his lungs, forcing his abdomen to expand and pull against the ropes that contained him, the sensation alone threatening to undo any progress he made in calming himself. Even when her fingers left his chin, he continued those long intakes and exhales, his mind once more slowly becoming somewhat his own. Something that Momo surely wouldn't stand for.
Waiting until he was mid inhale, the ki that bound his thighs suddenly shifted, tendrils from each leg binding slithering along his inner thighs until they encircled around the base of his rigid manhood. The air caught in Okarun's throat, his mouth slack jawed as he felt the warmth of her aura licking teasingly at his groin. Thankfully, this binding was not as tight as the rest as he felt her ki begin to stroke up and down the full length of him at an agonizingly slow pace. His controlled breaths gave way to sputtering quivers and moans, his jaw twitching as each exhale dribbled forth from his lips. Again, he strained against his bonds, attempting with all of his considerable strength to buck his hips into the ring of energy she was so mercilessly teasing him with.
"FFFuccckkk…"
Memories of the first time she had used her powers on his cock flooded his mind. How she had been so nervous at first, tender in her movements in fear of hurting him as he desperately fucked into her ethereal teal grasp. How with time she became more skilled and precise in her milking of him, edging him for what felt like hours as she ran her hands through his hair and showered him with praises. With time, her creativity and control continued to grow and so did his obsession with experiencing every pleasure she could deliver onto him.
Listening to the sound of Momo scooting closer to him, Okarun felt his breath hitch as her legs spread to bracket his own, her knees resting on the outside of his. Again, she lay her palm on his chest for just enough time to feel the thunderous pounding of his heart. The ki about his cock continued its leisured pace, precum slowly leaking from his engorged head and gathering beneath him as Okarun whimperingly groaned with each stroke.
"It would only be fair I lavish you in the same way I let you cover me when you're being so good for me."
Leaving him no time to react, a long and thick line of wax was poured down his chest, slashing from the top of his left pectoral and ending just above his navel. His reaction was instant as the nerves of his chest screamed out, the heat of the wax overloading each one and sending shocks of pleasure throughout all of him. A loud moan ripped from his throat as he tensed into the ropes, his chest pressing harshly into the star that bound it, the binds glistening as they allowed the wax to pass through and cool against his craven flesh. What little intelligent thought he could gather cried out in reverence of her control over her powers, how her ki would remain unstained by the wax and how his flesh would eagerly accept the heated sting in its place.
"Ah— more, more! Please, Goddess, c-cover me!"
Again and again, she dipped the candle over his chest, pouring thick streams of wax down over him and painting his chest in a vibrant red that gleamed beneath the glow of the teal tinted aura of his confinement. Each time the substance rained upon him, Okarun moaned and cried out as she continued to sunder him with her blessings. Each stroke of her flame licked brush sent a cascade of nerve shattering sensation throughout his form. Searing pain that tore at his skin before quickly giving way to a blissful heat that nipped at his chest as if thousands of his goddess' kisses and bites attacked him all at once.
"Oh Fuck! I love you—-AH!— Please don't stop!"
Taking her time, Momo ensured that his chest would be an exact mirror to how her own looked from that most recent night she had rewarded him with her bosom presented and eager to receive his spend. His knees at each side of her abdomen as she feverishly pumped her hand along the quivering length of his cock and how he begged for permission to cum. She had chiseled the memory of how his face contorted when she finally allowed him to climax, thick ropes of his essence gushing forth from his throbbing member and covering the whole of her breasts in him.
Leaning forward, Momo planted a gentle kiss at the edge of his mouth before she lingered, his ragged breaths sending waves of magma along her cheek. "You were such a good boy that night…"
With her free hand, she dragged her fingers along the length of his collar bone, digits dipping into the wax that pooled in the valleys of his clavicle so she could draw fresh patterns along his muscular shoulder. Though he remained stuck firmly in place, she couldn't help but notice how he pressed himself upwards into her touch in any way he could, ravenous flesh far too hungry to accept whatever she would bestow upon him. The urge to bite and nip along his neck and collar rose within her but it remained simply an urge for now as she had much more enticing pleasures to inflict.
As the final streak of wax at his shoulder solidified, Okarun leaned into her lips as he struggled to maintain consciousness, his mind nearly lost in the blinding static of overstimulation slowly dissolving away. "T-Thank… y-you."
"I did so love how you cleaned me with your tongue afterwards. You'll have to forgive me for not doing the same now." Chuckling, Momo couldn't help but tease him, even if he was on the brink of shattering before her. Moving slowly, she cupped the other side of his face with a hand and turned so her cheek pressed against his, allowing her to speak directly into his ear. "Still with me?"
Okarun nodded softly against her, his jaw still possessing a rather consistent tremor as her ki continued to glide along his shaft. Through the sensory onslaught just moments before, the slow pump of his member had remained the only consistent sensation but with the delivery of each lashing of molten wax, his cock had swelled against the grip of her aura. Each stroke pulled him closer to a moment he had not yet earned, achingly edging him along as she had her way with him.
Whimpering as she pulled her face away, Okarun listened to the sound of her slowly scooting around him until he felt the weight of her ass upon the bottom of his feet. Starting at the junction of the ropes at the base of his spine, Momo began to playfully dance her fingertips along the pronounced muscles that spanned his back. Gentle in her touch as she traveled along each muscle fiber, she delighted in the symphony of little whimpers and moans she could elicit from him.
"Such a strong boy… sweet boy… eager boy…"
She adored how he would so willingly put himself into this state for her, forfeiting absolute control of his body over to her without hesitation. This version of him existed in striking contrast to the fervent defender he chose to be for her on the battlefield, a streak of righteous black and red fury that would tear into any who dare strike out at her. All it would take was her hand on his chin, a silent declaration of her safety before the otherworldly guise would melt away, revealing half lidded pools of earthy peat steeped in his utter devotion for her.
Resting her chin onto his left shoulder, she let out low hum as she took a moment to admire how he continued to shiver and gasp with each slow admiration her ki delivered upon his shaft.
"What shall I do with this blank canvas? Do I paint it in the same way? Let you experience that pooling of heat at the small of your back?"
Okarun's frantic nodding brought a sly grin to her face as her chin remained perched on his shoulder, her right hand now drawing little circles around the knots resting at the base of his spine.
"Beg for it."
His voice trembling, Okarun cried out, doing all he could to stabilize the slurring of his words each time he felt her ki glide over the throbbing head of his member.
"Please G-G-Goddess… Paint me… drown me in it if you wish… A-A-Anything for you."
Her deep grumbling hum sent euphoric vibrations through his upper body as he awaited her response. Much to dismay, she seemed to ponder on it much longer than necessary just to have a couple more quiet moments listening to the sound of his besotted whimpers.
"That's a good boy."
Lifting her head from his shoulder, Momo sat back and watched as the sea of muscles that comprised his back rippled and tensed in anticipation. With the bright red candle held just over the middle of his back and Okarun leaning as far forward as the ropes allowed, Momo let the moment grow longer and longer. Reveling in the delectable sound of his whispered and pleading whines, she decided sensation enough wouldn't break him in the way she wanted. He needed to be utterly broken before the end of this night.
"Do you remember the first time I pegged you, Okarun?"
Once again, she left him no time to respond as the molten substance poured down along his quivering form. Her aim precise, she ensured a thick puddle of it built at the small of his back as his hoarse gasps filled the otherwise quiet room. Bucking in any way he could against the ropes, she tightened the teal bonds and cinched him firmly back into place. His head flew back as he cried out into the affirmative, his mind flooded with the memories of her plunging her ki deep inside him. How she had edged him for an entire day before fucking him face down into a pillow as he pleaded for her to be rougher, his teeth biting down harshly onto the fabric in between his desperate moans. The euphoric sensation of her being inside of him and the understanding that he was, entirely and without question, Hers.
"oh FUCK! Yes Goddess yes, use me please! Fuck me—AH— make me yours!"
Praying with the few synapsis in his brain that weren't currently consume in a wildfire of divine ecstasy, Okarun prayed she wouldn't stop until she left him in a similar state as that wonderful night. Aching in the most incredible of ways and collapsed upon the bed, his cock pressed firmly into a puddle of his own spend that she had fucked so thoroughly out of him.
The symphony of screaming nerve ends at his back sent a torrent of earthshaking waves throughout his restricted form, each muscle pulled to the point of straining. For what felt like an eternity, she waited for him to find his bearings again and again before administering another dose of her boon onto him. Each one tearing at the seams of his mind further and further until all that remained was a sputtering mess of a man, unable to vocalize anything besides pitiful whispers of her given title as her ki continued to slowly stroke his cock at that damnable pace.
With his back now thoroughly doused in a shell of cooling wax, Momo leaned in again, pressing her bare breasts against the still warm coating that encompassed every inch of his shoulder blades. "I've wanted to know so badly what it felt like every time you came on my back after fucking me so hungrily from behind… so thank you, my good boy, for letting me experience it in my own fun little way."
He could muster no words to respond, his body convulsing in aftershocks of excruciating pleasure while his head hung low over his chest. Each ragged breath interrupted with tremors and hitches, Okarun simply nodded. No thought could escape the cataclysmic vortex of mind altering overstimulation she had bestowed upon him, and even as she rose and moved to stand before him, his head remained drooped.
Gently, she slid the fingers of her left hand into the jungle of supple black curls, nails teasing along the skin of his scalp before she took hold of the strands at the back of his head. The long wispy groan it tore from his throat as she lifted his head sent wonderful shivers up her spine, the desire that had been pooling at the base of her abdomen surging with a deep thrum of warmth. Unable to resist, she paused to survey the destruction she had wrought upon him.
Beads of sweat littered his forehead, soaking into the top of the blindfold and causing the wet cloth to stick tightly over those cowish brown eyes she knew had to be devoid of everything but transcendent bliss by now. The rest of his uncovered face radiant with a crimson blush, Momo admired the lines of drool that ran their way down from the creases at the corners of his mouth, disappearing below his chin. His mouth hung slightly open, slow fatigued breaths slipping over bite mark riddled lips locked in a fool's love drunk grin.
"Mmm now that's my pretty boy…" Tenderly, she ran her other hand across his cheek, dragging her nails ever so lightly along his skin before she pressed the pad of her thumb to his bottom lip. "Just one more spot…"
Even through the haze, Okarun knew what she wanted. He could be rendered unconscious and the strength of his devotion would drive his body to respond in any manner she asked of him. Slowly, his mouth opened further, his tongue lolling out to rest over his lower lip as a single word was whispered forth, "Please…"
Her hands intertwined into the mess of curls, she stepped forward and closed the distance between them. Like the final piece to a puzzle, his mouth notched into the space between her legs as if he was placed on the Earth purely to be used for her enjoyment. The moment his tongue touched to her sodded core, life sprang back into him like a man reborn, that fervent eagerness to please on display once more.
Flattening it out as she had trained him, he ran himself along her sensitive lips as she pivoted her hips eagerly into him, in perfect timing with his admirations. At his sides, his arms strained to be released, desperate to grab her ass and pull her even tighter against his face, to crush his nose into the divine flesh of her Venus mound and drink of her intoxicating scent through a forest of auburn red strands.
Wholly incapable of containing the moans that poured froth from his already ragged throat, Okarun worked his tongue around her opening before delving inside her gingerly as far as the muscle would allow. The tightening grasp in his hair and guttural moans from her were the rewards for his efforts as he began pumping his tongue feverishly in and out of her as she continued to buck her hips into his willing maw.
"Oh gods yes, fuck me just like that!"
Between her fingers, inky black hair began to grow and fade to white as Okarun pushed himself to transform. The ki about his body stretched to allow the slight change in his stature, the bindings surrounding his legs and arms bearing the brunt of the overall shifting of his form but remaining intact. Though he enjoyed the power that surged through him as he remained in this form, this change had occurred to obtain one simple thing: a yokai's tongue.
More than certain that she wouldn't mind the sudden transformation, Okarun's elongated tongue writhed against her walls as he curled the base of it upwards to press firmly against her clit. His praising muscle now cradling the whole of her core, he delighted in the sensation of her rutting into him, fucking herself upon his face. Much to his delight, Momo hooked a leg over his shoulder and pressed herself even harder into his mouth, his chorus of moans sending waves of vibrations deep into her fevered cunt. The taste of her arousal overwhelmed what little shreds of his consciousness remained, be they man or yokai, and his cock began to desperately throb and twitch.
In her fervor to mount him, she had grazed the blindfold with the plump of her thigh, jostling it loose and letting it slip down just enough to rest on the edge of his nose. Two unnaturally red eyes peered over the doffed cloth, pupils wide enough to nearly cover the whole of his iris' as they took in the sight of her experiencing such ecstasy as his devout muscle prayed upon the divine alter of her sex. Shreds of his shattered mind cried out, a thunderous shout demanding he cum then and there, to spill his seed at just the sight of his Goddess. To prove his zeal and provide an offering at her feet of his obsession.
"Such a —unh!— good boy!"
Like a woman possessed, she threatened to grind him down to dust with her hips alone in her journey to achieve climax. Unable to retain complete control of her powers as the swelling need to cum built within her, the ropes that bound her pet began to flicker in and out of existence. Between Okarun's legs, the ki that had been edging him dissolved away entirely, that precise control of energy far beyond Momo's abilities as she teetered on the edge of euphoric release. The slow stroke of it no longer holding him on a knife's edge, Okarun's cock throbbed with a want it could no longer contain.
"So close, Fuck, don't stop, Don't you dare fucking stop!"
Though he felt his restrains beginning to loosen, Okarun remained anchored in place, entirely unwilling to defy her as he basked in her glory and felt himself gradually getting closer to his own destruction. His muscles, once bound so tightly, suddenly missed the claustrophobic tightness of her ki and the loss of the control he would so willingly give to her without hesitation. He bore a trust so inherit that it permeated his very DNA and burned bright as a star at the core of his aura. He'd given her all of himself, mind, body, and soul. Even when the ropes disappeared completely, he remained kneeling at her feet. Devout and entirely hers.
As commanded, he continued to lavish her folds with every effort he could muster, a desperate hunger to bring her to elation heavy in his glowing eyes. With each roll of her hips, he felt the press of her clit against his tongue, a heat radiating from it that threatened to brand its image forever upon his taste buds, if he would only be so lucky. His breath like molten lava as it poured forth over her with each ecstatic groan, Okarun pleaded wordlessly against her cunt as he begged for her to cum in his mouth.
"Oh FUCK, I'm cumming, Okarun!"
With one final crescendo of her angelic moans, Momo's legs clinched and trembled about his head as her grasp of his hair became almost painful. His head locked in place as Momo rode out the glorious convulsions of her orgasm, Okraun drank of her divine nectar with abandon, his inhuman tongue lapping at her quivering core in an effort to not let a single drop be wasted. Drowning in the taste of her arousal, nose crushed needfully into the bushel of auburn hair that adorned her mound, ears ringing with the sounds of her satisfied cries, and eyes locked upon the face of a being far beyond his mortal understanding, he felt himself fully come undone. With his moans buried deep within the valley of delights resting between her thighs, Okarun's eyes rolled back into his head as his essence spilled from his throbbing cock head. Line after line of his spend painted the floor beneath the goddess still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm upon his wanton mouth.
His tongue endlessly praising along her core, his own body shivering at each pulse of his ebbing orgasm, Okarun couldn't help but whimper as he felt her hands begin to pull him away from his holy communion. Like a dog that sought to keep its favorite toy close, he chased after her as far as his neck and elongated tongue would allow, eyes locked upon her auburn grove until she gave his hair a gentle yank to pull his attention upwards.
Her voice was soft and carried a light rasp as she peered down at him. "Ah, down boy!" Though it were a reprimand of sorts, the blushing smile that followed removed any sting her words had carried. "Come back to me, Okarun… let me see that pretty face as it should be."
Loosening her grasp in his hair, Momo watched as the otherworldly traits of her lover began to fade away. Flowing white strands shrank away beneath her touch, leaving behind a tangle of messy black curls that she couldn't resist stroking tenderly between her fingers. His glowing eyes dimmed back to that perfectly sweet coffee brown that she'd lost herself in more times than she could count, though the mixture of a loosened blindfold and lids heavy with exhaustion hid them most from her view. Unwilling to remove her hands from his hair just yet, she reached with her ki and plucked it from his face, the cloth discarded to the side as she gazed lovingly into his cowish brown disks. At his cheeks, the receding red lines of yokai energy highlighted the edges of his mouth and chin, causing the sheen of her arousal still evident upon his face to shimmer. Still kneeling at her feet, upper body coated in streaks of bright crimson wax, he gazed up at her as if she truly was his goddess, his savior. Prometheus given form to deliver the fire of life upon him, a source of warmth and belonging to fill the vast emptiness that had been trapped within him for so long.
Cheeks still flush from the excitement of an orgasm, Momo peered down at him with an affection she could never truly express, the words to explain her love for him simply didn't exist. Loosing a hand from his hair, she brought it forward to cup his cheek as she knelt down to be level with him. "They you are… my good boy…"
Okarun let out a wavering groan in response to her praise, his voice voice kissed with a hoarse tone "T-Thank you, Momo. That was everything I could have ever wanted… and then some." The rising of an auburn brow should have been the first clue, the twisting of a soft smile into a devilish grin, the second.
"Mo— AH!?"
With a squeaky yelp, he was shoved backwards, hitting the mat with a rather loud thud and crushing a good amount of cooled wax into the skin of his back. The surprise of the impact forcing him to close his eyes, they reopened to the sight and sensation of Momo's tongue teasing at the head of his cock. After licking up a drop of his cum that had refused to be so wastefully spilled upon the floor, Momo took the time to kiss down the length of his still rigid manhood. Each touch of her lips tore a whimper from his throat, his hips bucking up ever so lightly to press himself into the warmth of her lips more and more.
He could do nothing to stop his panicked rambling, his voice warbling and hitching with every kiss. "Momo, I-I-I couldn't stop myself from —Aaahhh! —I'm so sorry, I just— and you were— Oh Fuck!—so beautiful and my tongue was inside you and the ropes, and and and the wax! I-I-I— oh Goddess, please let me make it up to y—."
"Sssshhhhhhh." Tenderly kissing lips let out a long and soft shush to silence him, the heat of her breath becoming lost to him as she continued her affections up his from his groin and onto the waxen shell of his lower abdomen. Blush covered all him as she continued her slow pace, his skin feeling as if it was hot enough to remelt the substance that coated most of his upper body. Though the sensation of her lips upon him was dulled by the wax he had asked her to cover him with, Okarun found himself wholly unprepared as Momo let the tip of his cock drag down her front as she ascended. A quivering whine dribbled forth from his lips as he felt the still overly sensitive head of his length dragged along her body, twitching hungrily as it left behind a thin shimmering line of precum.
His fingers gripped at the mat beneath them, nails digging into the cloth as her lips crested past his sternum and his member achingly slid between breasts. His jaws clenched as he fought to keep his pleads for forgiveness contained, Okarun simply waited as she traced his chest with her lips, her teasingly soft hums sending tingles throughout his body.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Her mouth found his neck, biting, nipping, and kissing every inch of skin she could reach as she brought her hips down upon him to pin his cock between them. Pressing her sodded cunt to the base of his shaft, she tilted her hips and began to paint the underside of his length with her arousal.
"Hands above your head, now."
Okarun released the destroyed cloth beneath him as he moved to cross his wrists over his head, following a command she had issued to him hundreds of times before. His breath continued to quicken as the sounds of his moans grew with each stroke of her against that desperately sensitive part of him. With her fingers laced around his wrists to once more bind them in place, Okarun let out a long trembling breath, his eyes fluttering and heavy with need.
"Goddess…"
A soft giggle into the the taught skin of his neck sent a cold shiver rocketing down his spine, eliciting a gasp from his throat and a harsh twitch in his cock. Slowly, she leaned up from his body, her breasts kissed with small droplets of wax that had transferred between them as she had adorned him with the loving touch of her lips. Earthen brown eyes beyond filled with lust gazed up and down her divinity as he pressed his hips up into hers, Okarun ravenously desperate to be devoured by his deity.
"You're perfect… gorgeous… divine. I'll be good, I promise. I'll be anything you want me to b—"
The sensation of spreading lips and gripping walls brought a halt to his mind so instantaneous that he could have sworn that time stopped for just a moment. No warning given, Momo had buried him to the hilt inside her cunt to shut him up, her grin faltering ever so slightly as her jaw trembled with the pleasure of feeling so rightfully full. Grinding her hips, she listened to the symphony of groans that cried forth from his lips, reveling in how he enjoyed everything she did to him with such furiosity and devotion. Every touch was a blessing, every tease a boon. He was hers entirely. To love, to cherish, to torture in the most wonderful of ways if she so desired, and as in the case, to praise. Descending back down, she pressed her sweat licked bosom to his chest as she once more began to lavish his neck with tongue, teeth and lips.
"All you need to be is a good boy—" The rising of her hips and the crash of them once more into his own caused a moan to erupt forth from his strained throat, his legs tensing to rut his hips upwards into her with each euphoric collision. "—and you are such a good boy." Gasping moans cascaded along the reddened flesh of his neck, her voice soaked in that teasing tone that would drive him mad.
That was her intention, after all. She had driven his body to the brink of destruction earlier, nerve endings screaming and crying out for more as she milked every bit of pleasure out of each drop of wax. She sought to overwhelm and break him, to leave nothing behind but a quivering mass of nerd who could barely speak a word beyond her name or given title. So utterly satisfied and fucked that he'd pledge his life and soul to her just to kiss her one more time. But he was more than just body, so now she took aim at his mind.
"So eager, so —unh!— pretty." A harsher bite to the raised skin and muscle at the transition between his neck and shoulder, teeth pressing in at the edge of where she had poured wax upon him earlier. Beneath her, he shuddered and writhed, every muscle fiber tensing as he felt her doing all she could to draw a second climax out of him. Her hips moved to consume every inch of him greedily, rising and falling with a harsh slap each time she engulfed all of him in her need.
In her voice, Okarun could hear the building ecstasy, both of them still so sensitive and hungry for that second little death so soon after their first.
"I love when you cum for me just— oh Fuck!— at the thought of my touch. My good boy, my desperate boy." Though her words were broken by harsh gasps for breath and shivering moans, each syllable of praise dismantled him bit by bit. All of him became a conflagration of burning blush and raging heat, the wax pinned between their bodies beginning to melt and spread once more. "The way you —mmph— beg and plead for me… that want… that need."
The pace of their hips quickened, that slow building of elation between them beginning to hasten in response. "You're mine, Ken Takakura. You're my good boy."
Okarun could feel himself coming undone, his pleading moans once more dissolving into little more than whimpers and gasps, her given title lolling from his mouth as her words tore away at what little faculties he had left.
"My —fuck!— pretty boy, my sweet boy, oh gods! So close, so fucking close!" Craven bites and kisses once more descended upon his neck, her grip on his wrists clenching to the point of bruising as she rode him with a feral need to reach completion. Beneath her, Okarun's legs rose to plant his feet, allowing him to fuck into her with the same desperation.
"Fill me, give me all of you!" Unable to maintain her own train of thought now, she buried her face into his neck, her own voice becoming more hoarse with each joyous groan that tore its way from her throat.
As always, Okarun did as he was instructed. Through the carnal collision of their bodies and the euphoric sensation of her cunt as it tightened to milk him of his very essence, Okarun felt himself beginning to cum. With one final thrust of his hips, legs arching high as he drove his cock as deep as he could into her, Okarun let forth a torrent of his devotion within her, their faces buried into the necks of one anothers as each cried out in ecstasy, mouths kissing and nipping at whatever flesh they could reach.
Wrapped about his cock and hoisted high up in the air by him, Momo felt those all too intoxicating pulses of the head of his length as he twitched within her and filled her womb. Her own climax sent waves of ethereal heat crashing through her, her muscles convulsing as she clung to him with legs still wonderfully sore from locking about his head minutes ago.
For moments, they stayed there, bodies tired but locked in place as they writhed against one another, each basking in the sensation of an orgasm so lovingly bestowed upon their lover. Eventually, Okarun's legs close to the point of buckling, he lowered her back down to the mat, allowing Momo to go limp atop him.
Between them, breathy kisses gave way to barely intelligible whispered praises and unabashed declarations of unending love, each gently giggling in response to the others attempts at coherent words. For minutes, they lay there, letting the last few tremors and aftershocks die away until their exhaustion threatened to take them both then and there.
"I love you so much, Momo. You're perfect, t-thank you…"
"Sssshh, I just hope it was everything you wanted it to be… I love you, Okarun. Thank you for trusting me…"
Pressing his forehead to hers, he gazed deep into those dark crimson eyes, determined to make sure that no doubt would be conveyed or misconstrued within his answer.
"Always."