The air in the Plane of Euthymia was, as always, a monument to stillness. A perpetual twilight hung over a sea of violet clouds, and the only sound was the low, resonant hum of eternity. Here, Raiden Ei sat in meditation, her consciousness one with the ideal of an unchanging, perfect Inazuma. For centuries, this had been her refuge, her fortress against the relentless erosion of time. Here, she was safe from loss, from change, from the painful, messy process of living.
But tonight, the stillness was broken.
A scent, faint at first, then as undeniable as a lightning strike, permeated her sanctum. It was the fragrance of sakura blooms, not the gentle, fleeting scent carried on the spring breeze, but the deep, intoxicating aroma of the Sacred Sakura's very heartwood ancient, powerful, and sweet. And beneath that, something sharper, more primal: the electric tang of an Omega in peak estrus. It was a scent that bypassed all her defenses, a key turning in a lock she had sealed away half a millennium ago.
Miko.
The name was a thunderclap in the silence of her mind. It was not a thought, but a visceral reaction, a pull in her very core. Her Alpha nature, long suppressed beneath the weight of godhood and eternity, stirred with a ferocity that made the ambient Electro energy in the plane flicker and surge.
A fox fire messenger, not the usual playful pink, but a deep, urgent magenta, materialized before her. It did not speak, but instead projected a single, crystal clear image into her mind: Yae Miko, in her private chambers within the Grand Narukami Shrine. She was not wearing her usual Guuji attire, but a simple, elegant silk kimono, left open at the collar. Her expression was not one of playful teasing or sly amusement, but of raw, unvarnished need. Her eyes, usually shimmering with hidden knowledge, were dark pools of longing. The message was not an invitation. It was a summons.
Ei's meditation shattered. The puppet, the Shogun, could handle the affairs of state. This was a matter that required the original. With a surge of power that tore a brief, silent hole in the fabric of her Euthymia, Ei willed herself into being within the physical world.
She appeared not in a flash of lightning, but in a whisper of displaced air, standing in the center of Miko's chambers. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of paper lanterns and the faint luminescence of the Sacred Sakura tree visible through the open shoji screens. The scent was overwhelming here, a perfume designed to intoxicate a god.
Yae Miko was seated on a plush futon, watching her. Her posture was a study in deliberate vulnerability and absolute control.
"You came," Miko said, her voice a low, husky purr that vibrated through Ei's entire being. "I wondered if you had forgotten the scent of your own familiar."
"I forget nothing, Miko," Ei replied, her own voice tighter than she intended. She forced herself to remain still, to not let the Alpha within her surge forward. "But my path is one of Eternity. The… cravings of the flesh are a distraction from that."
"Are they?" Miko tilted her head, a flicker of her familiar slyness returning. "Or are they the very substance of it? What is eternity but a collection of moments? And some moments… are worth preserving forever." She rose to her feet, the silk of her kimono whispering against her skin. She moved closer, until she was within arm's reach, her scent wrapping around Ei like a silken cord. "I have watched over your Eternity, Ei. I have been your hands, your eyes, your voice in the world you left behind. For five hundred years, I have been the keeper of your dream. And tonight… tonight, I wish to be the keeper of something else."
Her hand came up, not to touch Ei, but to hover just beside her cheek. "I want you to remind me. Not the Shogun. Not the Electro Archon. You. Raiden Ei. I want you to make me feel the storm that I know rages beneath that serene exterior. My body may remember, but my soul aches for the confirmation."
Ei's resolve was crumbling. The sight of Miko, the scent of her, the raw honesty in her words it was an assault more potent than any army. She saw the faint tremor in Miko's fingers, the slight dilation of her pupils. This was not merely a game to her. This was a need as profound as Ei's own quest for eternity.
"You play a dangerous game, Guuji," Ei murmured, though the warning held no heat.
"All the best games are, my Archon," Miko whispered back, finally closing the distance and pressing her palm against Ei's chest, right over the symbol of her Electro power. A spark, warm and bright, leapt from Miko's fingertips into Ei's being. It was a request, a plea, and a command, all in one.
It was the final key.
Ei's control snapped. A low growl rumbled in her chest, a sound of pure Alpha possession, as ancient as the mountains of Inazuma. Her hand, clad in its armored gauntlet, came up to cup the back of Miko's neck, pulling her in. The kiss was not gentle. It was a claiming. It was the crashing of a wave upon the shore, the fury of a thunderclap. It was five centuries of shared history, of playful banter, of silent understanding, of lonely separation, all distilled into a single, desperate act.
Miko melted into it, a soft, surrendering moan escaping her lips as her hands came up to grip Ei's shoulders. When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily.
"Your armor," Miko breathed, her fingers fumbling with the intricate clasps. "It's cold. I want to feel you, Ei. Not the symbol of your power."
With a thought, Ei dismissed the armored plating in a shower of violet light motes, leaving her in the simple, dark undergarments she wore beneath. Her skin was pale and flawless, humming with latent Electro energy. Miko's gaze was worshipful as her hands traced the lines of Ei's shoulders, her back, her waist.
"There you are," Miko whispered. "My Ei."
The term of endearment, so simple, so intimate, struck Ei with more force than any blow. She guided Miko back onto the futon, following her down, their bodies aligning. Ei nuzzled into the crook of Miko's neck, inhaling her scent deeply, her lips finding the sensitive skin over Miko's scent gland. She laved it with her tongue, then bit down gently, not to mark, but to taste, to soothe, to remind. Miko cried out, her back arching, her fingers tangling in Ei's long, violet hair.
"I have missed this," Ei murmured against her skin, her voice thick with an emotion she rarely allowed herself to name. "I have missed you, Miko. Your clever tongue, your unwavering spirit… the way you feel in my arms. My eternity has been a silent one, and your voice was the one thing I longed to hear."
Her mouth trailed lower, over the silk of Miko's kimono, to the swell of her breast. She took a peaked nipple into her mouth through the fabric, sucking gently, then with more pressure, her tongue circling the taut bud. Miko gasped, her hips shifting restlessly. Ei's hand, which had been splayed on Miko's stomach, drifted lower, down over the trembling plane of her abdomen, to the damp silk of her panties.
Her fingers found the hot, hard nub of Miko's clit through the fabric, and she rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, using the pressure of the silk to amplify the sensation. Miko's breath hitched, a broken sob catching in her throat.
"Ei…" she moaned, her head thrashing side to side.
"Allow me to worship you properly," Ei asked, her voice a low, reverent rumble. She needed to taste, to reconnect in the most primal way an Alpha could with her Omega.
Miko's answer was a breathless, "Your devotion is always a spectacle I am eager to witness."
With deft movements, Ei removed the flimsy barrier of Miko's panties. The scent of her arousal bloomed, richer and more potent than before. Ei positioned herself between Miko's thighs, her gaze drinking in the sight of Miko's glistening, pink folds, already swollen and ready for her.
"You might not remember all our conversations, my reclusive Maiden," Ei said, her tone shifting to one of deep, possessive teasing, "but surely your body remembers its sovereign. You're still so wet for me, just as you were the first time I laid you bare amidst the floating lavender melons of Seirai Island. We thought the very land was weeping with elemental energy, but it was just you… overflowing for me."
And then she lunged.
Her tongue, a flat, wet stroke of lightning, swept through Miko's slick folds from bottom to top. Miko shrieked, her body bowing off the futon. Ei held her hips down, her grip firm but not cruel, as she delved deeper. She licked and nibbled at Miko's clit, the tiny, hyper sensitive bundle of nerves, and Miko's cries became a continuous, pleading melody. Then, Ei sealed her lips over the clit and sucked, hard, while simultaneously pushing two fingers inside Miko's dripping core.
Miko's inner muscles clenched around the intrusion, trying to pull her deeper. Ei crooked her fingers, searching, and found the rough, textured patch of flesh that made Miko arch off the bed with a guttural cry. Her spot. Ei focused her attentions there, rubbing and stroking in a relentless, perfect rhythm with her fingers while her mouth and tongue continued their devastating work on Miko's clit.
It was too much. The sensory overload was a beautiful torture. Miko sobbed, her hands fisting in the sheets, her world narrowing to the points of contact where Ei's mouth and fingers met her flesh. The build up was swift and merciless, a storm gathering on the horizon.
"Ei! I feel it… the heart of my storm is yours to command! Don't let go, my love, don't you dare let go!" Miko's warning was a desperate, romantic cry, a surrender not just of body, but of spirit.
Her climax crashed over her. Her body stiffened, every muscle pulled taut as a bowstring, before a series of violent, helpless convulsions took her. Her fluids gushed out, a sweet, copious release that Ei drank down greedily, swallowing every drop as if it were the finest dango milk.
When the last tremor had subsided, Ei rose up on her knees, licking her lips and fingers clean, a picture of divine satisfaction. The view of her, the mighty Raiden Ei, adorned with the evidence of Miko's pleasure, was the most potent aphrodisiac Miko had ever known.
"Magnificent, Miko," Ei purred, her voice rough. "You taste as you always have… like the sweet, impossible fruit of a thunder soaked sakura tree. A flavor for a god like me alone."
As she spoke, Ei felt her own arousal, the hard, thick length of her Alpha shaft, straining against the confines of her trousers, creating a very prominent bulge. Miko, still panting and blissed out, saw it and a slow, wicked smirk spread across her face. She lifted a bare foot, the arch elegant and teasing, and pressed her sole against the hard ridge, rubbing it slowly.
"And what is this?" Miko teased, her voice regaining its playful lilt. "Has the pursuit of Eternity left room for such a… mortal indulgence?"
Ei caught her ankle, her grip firm, a spark of Electro making Miko gasp. "Eternity is the foundation. This… this is the proof that the foundation is strong. That it can still support life, and passion."
"Then prove it," Miko challenged, her eyes darkening once more with desire.
Ei moved over her, her body caging Miko's. The head of her erection pressed against Miko's wet, waiting entrance. The air crackled with tension.
"Is this truly what you desire?" Ei asked, the formality a last, tender vestige of restraint, her eyes searching Miko's for any hint of doubt.
Miko reached up, cupping Ei's face. Her expression was utterly open, filled with a love that had weathered centuries. "It is the only thing I have ever desired. To be whole with you again. Please, Ei, make us one."
Ei pushed forward, and they both gasped as she sheathed herself fully in Miko's incredible heat. The feeling was a homecoming more profound than any return to the Plane of Euthymia. It was warmth, and life, and connection.
"Tell me this is where you belong," Ei breathed, her voice tight with overwhelming emotion, holding herself perfectly still to savor the feeling of being enveloped by Miko completely.
A breathless laugh escaped Miko's lips. "Oh, my formidable Archon, after all this time, do you still need me to spell it out for you? This is the only throne I have ever wished to claim." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and deep affection. "Now, will you simply admire your domain, or will you rule it?"
Ei obeyed, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest. She shifted, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with a slow, deliberate thrust. She gathered Miko into her arms, holding her close, their faces nestled in the crook of each other's necks. As Ei began to move, a slow, deep rhythm, Miko made small, breathy gasps and moans against her shoulder.
"Miko," Ei breathed, her voice full of wonder. "You're so warm. It seeps into me, into the cold, static places. It feels… more real than any meditation."
"You feel like coming home," Miko responded, her voice a thready whisper filled with awe. "Every part of me you touch remembers its purpose to love you. It feels… like the first and last truth of my existence." She nipped at Ei's earlobe. "Now, my love, I believe you can manage a tempo more befitting a storm."
Ei needed no further encouragement. The slow, worshipful pace gave way to something more urgent, more primal. The room filled with the sound of their joining: the slick, rhythmic slap of skin on skin, Ei's ragged breaths, Miko's escalating moans. It was the music of life, a symphony in direct opposition to the silence of eternity.
"Miko," Ei grunted, her rhythm becoming erratic, "I can't hold back… you undo me completely."
"Then don't," Miko panted, her own climax building again, coiling tight in her belly. Her voice dropped to a whisper, laden with centuries of unspoken emotion. "Let go. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel the eternity you've built for us in this moment. I love you, Ei. I always have. Even when you were gone, I loved the memory of you."
The confession, uttered in the throes of passion, shattered the last of Ei's restraint. With a final, powerful surge, she drove into her, her own release a hot, pulsing flood inside Miko. It was a profound and intimate claiming, a silent vow sealed in the warmth between them. At the same time, Miko's body clenched around her, a series of tight, milking spasms that seemed to pull the very lightning from Ei's core. They held each other, shaking, as the waves of pleasure slowly receded, their shared release a tangible symbol of their reunited bond.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then, Miko nuzzled deeper into Ei's neck.
"Again," she demanded, her voice drowsy but insatiable, her nails tracing light patterns on Ei's back. "Your little familiar is far from satisfied. Or does the great Raiden Shogun deem her own devotion to be so… fleeting?"
Ei let out a low, genuine chuckle, a sound so rare it was like hearing a forgotten melody. "You coax a storm from the heavens and then complain about the rain? Your appetite is as legendary as your wit." She shifted, her body still thrumming with energy. "But if it's a storm you want, then you shall have one. Can you keep pace?"
Miko's eyes flashed with competitive fire. "Do you truly need to ask? I've matched wits with you for a millennium. Matching your passion is a far simpler task."
"We shall see about that," Ei murmured, her voice dropping to a dominant, playful growl. In one fluid motion, she rolled them over, reversing their positions without breaking their intimate connection. "But if you're going to make such bold claims, you should be prepared to uphold them." She then, with effortless strength, lifted them both, one arm securing Miko firmly against her. "I prefer you here," she stated, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Where I can feel every tremor, every heartbeat. Where I can see the eternity I fight for, reflected in your eyes."
Miko gasped, not at the movement, but at the raw possession in Ei's tone and the dizzying intimacy of the position. She was entirely in Ei's power, held aloft and cherished.
"This…" Miko breathed, her arms tightening around Ei's neck, her gaze locked with the glowing violet of her Archon's, "this is the eternity I chose. Not a stagnant plain, but this… this endless, perfect moment with you."
And as Ei began to move again, a slow, powerful rhythm that spoke of devotion and undeniable strength, the last vestiges of the silent, lonely eternity crumbled away, replaced by a new one, built in the warm, living sanctuary of each other's arms.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Then, Miko nuzzled deeper into Ei's neck.
"I am far from satisfied, my Archon," she murmured, her voice a drowsy but commanding purr. "Surely you don't believe a single skirmish is enough to win a war against five hundred years of longing?"
Ei let out a low, genuine chuckle, a sound so rare it was like hearing a forgotten melody. "You summon a typhoon and then complain about the first drops of rain? Your appetite is as boundless as your cunning." She shifted, her body already responding anew. "Can you move, or shall I carry you?"
Miko's eyes flashed with playful indignation. "Do you deem me so weak, Almighty Shogun, that I would falter after a single bout? I am a Kitsune of over five hundred years; my stamina is legendary. But," she added, a sly smile gracing her lips, "if you wish to demonstrate your legendary strength by putting me exactly where you want me, I certainly won't object."
"A challenge, then," Ei said, her tone shifting to one of dominant playfulness. She moved with sudden, fluid grace, rolling them over so she was looming above Miko once more, caging her with arms of divine power. "But I decide the terms of this engagement, my clever familiar. And my terms involve reminding every inch of you who it is you serve."
Miko gasped in delight at the swift reversal, her back pressing into the futon. "Is that so? Then by all means," she breathed, her eyes dark with renewed desire, "prove your divine decree."
Ei's hands found her hips, her grip possessive and sure. "With pleasure."
The First Position: The Embrace
After their renewed, fervent coupling, Ei gathered a trembling Miko into a more tender arrangement. She laid her on her back, drawing her knees up until they framed Ei's body. Ei settled between them, leaning forward so their faces were inches apart. This position was one of profound intimacy and connection, their eyes locked, their breath mingling.
Here, the pace was different. Slower, deeper, more meaningful. Each thrust was a deliberate act of reclamation, a re mapping of familiar territory. Ei could watch every flicker of emotion on Miko's face the bliss, the love, the faint sheen of tears, the absolute trust. Her thrusting motion was absorbed entirely by Miko's body, creating a cocoon of sensation focused solely on their shared pleasure, a private eternity built not on stasis, but on the endless, repeating wave of their union.
"I see you, Miko," Ei whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "I see the centuries in your eyes. The patience. The loneliness. Forgive me."
Miko reached up, tracing the line of Ei's jaw. "There is nothing to forgive. You are here now. That is all that matters."
The Second Position: The Command
When the slow, deep rhythm of The Embrace had run its course, Ei sat up, leaning back against a pile of cushions. Understanding immediately, Miko, her body pliant and slick with sweat, moved to straddle her. But instead of facing her, she turned around, lying back against Ei's chest, her head resting on Ei's shoulder.
In this position, Ei's hands were completely free. As Miko began to move, rocking back and forth on Ei's shaft, Ei's arms wrapped around her. One hand cupped and kneaded Miko's breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between skilled fingers. The other hand drifted lower, through the damp thatch of pink hair, to find Miko's clit once more, rubbing it in time with Miko's movements.
Ei's lips found the sensitive spot where Miko's neck met her shoulder, kissing and nipping gently at her scent glands. She was surrounding Miko, enveloping her, controlling the slow, powerful rhythm of their joining while simultaneously stimulating her from the front. It was a position of absolute protection and possession, emphasizing Ei's physical strength and Miko's blissful surrender within that strength.
"You are my most trusted familiar," Ei murmured into her ear, her voice a resonant vibration against Miko's back. "My most cherished companion. My eternity is meaningless without you in it."
The Third Position: The Unveiling
Their passion was not yet spent. Ei guided a swaying Miko to her feet, turning her to face a low, lacquered table. Miko leaned forward, bracing her hands on its smooth surface, presenting herself to Ei. The Archon stood behind her, her gaze fixed on the curve of Miko's back, the swell of her hips, the place where their bodies joined.
This was a primal, focused position. There were no kisses, no whispered endearments. It was pure, unadulterated sensation. Ei's hands gripped Miko's hips, her thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of her spine. Her thrusts were forceful, grounding, each one a powerful, driving claim. It was the stance of a conqueror, but one conquering a territory that was always, and would always be, hers. Miko experienced the deep, internal friction with a guttural intensity, her cries becoming wordless, animalistic sounds of pleasure as she was taken, owned, and utterly fulfilled.
The Fourth Position: The Lift
To finish, Ei wanted to showcase the full extent of her devotion and strength. She pulled out of Miko, who whimpered at the loss, and then, in one fluid, powerful motion, she lifted Miko into her arms. She cradled her against her chest, one arm under Miko's thighs, the other supporting her back. Miko, understanding, wrapped her arms around Ei's neck, letting one leg drape over Ei's arm while the other hooked around her waist.
Then, Ei lowered Miko onto her shaft once more, impaling her as she stood, holding her Omega's entire weight effortlessly. This position was a testament to Ei's divine power and her protective commitment. Miko was entirely surrendered, weightless, held aloft by her god, her lover. As Ei began to move, a slow, deep rocking motion, Miko felt a sense of absolute trust and vulnerability. She was being moved and held during their connection, a living embodiment of Ei's strength and her own fragile, cherished place within it.
She looked into Ei's eyes, which glowed with a soft, violet light, and saw not the stern Archon, but the woman she had loved for a millennium.
"Ei," Miko whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"Always," Ei responded, her voice a promise etched in lightning.
Their final climax was not a violent crash, but a slow, rising tide that engulfed them both. It was a warm, lingering connection, a feeling of safe belonging that seeped into their very bones. Ei held Miko through it, until the last tremor had passed, and then, still joined, she carried her to the bed, laying them both down in a tangle of limbs.
In the quiet aftermath, with the scent of their union thick in the air and the soft glow of dawn beginning to filter through the screens, Ei held Miko close. The emptiness that had gnawed at her for centuries was gone, filled not with the static ideal of eternity, but with the warm, breathing, infinitely complex reality of the woman in her arms.
Yae Miko, the clever Kitsune Guuji, had not just seduced her Archon. She had, through a symphony of pleasure and power, sensation and surrender, reminded her what it was to be truly, vibrantly alive. And in doing so, she had forged a new, more perfect eternity one built not on solitude, but on an unbreakable, electric bond.