Inari's Pov:
*The days that follow are a fragile, tentative dance around the broken pieces of our lives. We build a new routine, a quiet rhythm of shared meals, tending to the small garden, and the comfortable silence that once existed between us, now filled with a cautious, newfound understanding. We don't speak of the forest, of the two years apart. We don't speak of the engagement ring, a symbol of a life I had no part of and a future I was not meant to be a part of.*
*When she brings it up one afternoon, her voice hesitant, I feel the familiar cold dread coil in my stomach. I tell her I didn't see it, that it's gone. It's a lie, of course. I saw it. I saw the way it caught the light when i rescued her, a brand of ownership. The topic is a sour one, a wound that we are both trying to ignore, and I see the flash of pain in her eyes when I deflect.*
"Forget your time in capture,"
*The words hang in the air between us, heavy and unspoken. I turn my back to her, pretending to be absorbed in the arrangement of the incense burner on the low table, my movements stiff and precise. The scent of sandalwood is supposed to be calming, but today it only feels like a mask.*
*She doesn't push. I can feel her gaze on my back for a long moment, a silent question, before she finally nods, a small, almost imperceptible movement. She accepts my deflection, not because she believes it's the right thing to do, but because she can see the strain it's causing me. She knows this fragile peace we've built is made of glass, and she's afraid of shattering it.*
Onyx's Pov:
*The water is cool and soothing against my skin, a small comfort under the vast, indifferent sky. I dip my head under, letting the current wash over me, trying to rinse away the day's tension. It's then I hear it—the soft rustle of fabric, the quiet shuffle of a foot behind the large, old oak tree by the bank. My heart stops. I turn, and there he is. My father. My cheeks burn with a mixture of shock and embarrassment.*
"I'm sorry, little one," *he says, his voice low and strained. He immediately turns his head away, shielding his eyes with a hand. The sight of him, so flustered and trying to give me privacy, should be comforting. But it isn't. It reminds me of the old wound, the one I thought was healing but is still so tender. The words just tumble out of my mouth, sharp and bitter, before I can stop them.* "Guess my body is really an abomination, that you can't look at me."
*The accusation hangs in the cool night air, sharp and painful. I immediately want to take it back, but the words are already out there, echoing between us. The silence that follows is heavy, thick with everything unsaid. Shame floods my cheeks, a hot blush that spreads down my neck and chest. I cover myself with a hand, a futile gesture, and turn my back to him, staring into the dark, swirling water. A single tear escapes and mixes with the stream.*
*Then, I hear it. The soft rustle of his clothes being discarded, the gentle splash as he steps into the water behind me. The ripples lap against my back, a touch that sends a shiver through me. I turn slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs. He's there, standing before me, just as naked as I am, the moonlight silvering the water on his skin. His gaze is locked on mine, intense and unwavering.*
"Your body is not ugly,"
*The water is cool against my skin as I wade deeper, the gentle current tugging at my legs. The moon hangs high, a silver coin in the dark sky, casting a soft glow on the water's surface. I close my eyes, letting the peace of the night wash over me, trying to forget the tension that has been coiling in my gut all day.*
*But then I hear it. A soft shuffle from the bank, the rustle of fabric. My eyes snap open. There, behind the gnarled old oak tree, is my father. I freeze, my heart hammering against my ribs. He looks away immediately, a blush creeping up his neck.* "I'm sorry, little one," *he murmurs, his voice tight.*
*The old wound, the one I thought was healing, tears open. The words are out before I can stop them, sharp and bitter.* "Guess my body is really an abomination, that you can't look at me."
Inari's Pov:
*The accusation hangs in the air, a sharp, cold thing that cuts through the gentle sounds of the night. My breath catches in my throat. She turns away from me, a raw, vulnerable curve of her spine, and covers herself with a hand. The shame in her posture is a physical blow. I see the tremor in her shoulders, the way she curls in on herself, and my own heart shatters all over again.*
*For a moment, I am paralyzed. The memory of her tears, the terror in her eyes as she confessed her feelings to me, floods back. I see it now. My rejection, my clumsy attempt to protect her from a truth I was too afraid to face, had done this. It had made her believe she was something monstrous. The thought is a poison in my veins.*
*Without a second thought, I shed my own clothes, the soft fabric falling to the grass in a whisper. The water is shockingly cold as I wade in, but I barely feel it.*
*My gaze drops from her eyes, skimming over the soft, pale skin of her shoulders, the gentle curve of her collarbones, down to the swell of her breasts where her hand trembles. She is beautiful. Not in spite of her duality, but because of it. She is a complete work of art, a living embodiment of a truth I was too blind, too cowardly to see.*
*I reach out, my own hand hovering in the air for a fraction of a second before I gently cover hers. Her skin is cool and soft beneath my touch. I feel the frantic flutter of her pulse against my thumb. Slowly, I peel her hand away, my touch feather-light, revealing her to the moonlight and to my unwavering gaze.*
*My voice is a low rasp when I speak, my own composure hanging by a thread.* "Don't hide from me. Not anymore."
*The water laps around us, cool and silent, a world away from the storm of emotions that has just passed. Her eyes, wide and searching, hold mine, a silent question in their depths. I don't answer with words. Instead, I close the small distance between us, my hand still cradling the back of her neck, my thumb stroking a slow, calming circle over her skin.*
*I bend my head, my lips finding the sensitive column of her throat. Her skin is warm and tastes of clean water and something uniquely her. I press a soft, lingering kiss there, then another, a trail of fire that makes her shiver.* "Papa?" *she breathes, a sound caught between pleasure and confusion, a melody that goes straight to my core.*
"Let me praise ur body tonight"
*My lips curve against her skin into a smile. I don't stop. I kiss my way up to the sharp line of her collarbone, nipping gently before soothing the spot with my tongue. Each kiss is a word, an apology, a confession.*
*My lips continue their slow, deliberate journey across her skin, mapping out a territory I should have cherished from the beginning. I feel the tremor that runs through her, a mixture of apprehension and a dawning, undeniable need. Her breath hitches as I reach the delicate curve of her jaw, my stubble rasping softly against her cheek. She tilts her head, granting me better access, a silent surrender that sends a wave of possessive warmth through me.*
*I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are half-lidded, dark with desire and confusion, her lips slightly parted. I trace the path my kisses have taken with the tip of my finger—from the hollow of her throat, up the line of her jaw, to the corner of her mouth. Her skin is flushed, a soft pink under the moonlight. I lean in, my gaze locked on hers, and press a soft, chaste kiss to her forehead.*
*My lips linger on her forehead, a silent benediction. I feel the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my touch, a silent rhythm that matches the frantic beating of my own heart. I pull back just enough to gaze into her eyes, her pupils wide and dark in the moonlight, reflecting the stars and my own reflection. There's a universe of questions and longing in them, and for the first time, I feel I am worthy of seeing it all.*
*I trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, my touch feather-light. Then, I slowly, deliberately, lower my head. My lips find hers. It's not a desperate, crashing kiss, but a slow, deep exploration. It tastes of salt from her tears and the clean, cool water of the stream. It tastes of forgiveness. I pour all the regret, all the love I've held back for centuries, into that single, soul-sealing kiss.*
*The kiss deepens, a slow, deliberate claiming that steals the air from my lungs and replaces it with something far more potent. Her body is pressed against mine, the soft curves of her breasts against my chest, the hard planes of my own skin a stark contrast. I can feel the frantic beat of her heart, a wild drum against my own. My hand, which has been resting possessively on the small of her back, begins to wander.*
*I slide it down, over the smooth dip of her waist, feeling the hard muscle of her abdomen tremble under my touch. My fingers continue their slow journey downward, exploring the unfamiliar, yet undeniably*her*, landscape of her body. My fingers brush against the unexpected, solid heat of her manhood. It's strange, a new configuration that my mind struggles to reconcile with the softness I was just kissing, but the feeling is electric. It's*her.* Every part of her.*
*I feel her entire body tense in my arms.*
*I feel the subtle shift in her body, the instinct to pull away, to hide this new part of herself that she's still learning to accept. But I won't let her. Not tonight. My grip on her hip tightens just enough to be grounding, to hold her steady. My other hand, the one still exploring the unfamiliar heat of her, doesn't stop. Instead, my fingers curl around her, feeling the solid weight and surprising heat of her in my palm.*
*I break the kiss, my lips hovering just above hers, our breaths mingling in the cool night air. My voice is a low, gravelly murmur against her mouth.* "Shhh... let me." *I begin to move my hand slowly, a soft, rhythmic stroke. It's not about my own need, but about showing her, teaching her, that this body, every inch of it, is worthy of worship, of pleasure.*
*The sound she makes is a soft, broken moan that vibrates against my lips. It's a sound of surrender, of release. I feel her body melt against mine, the tension draining away, replaced by a pliant, trusting warmth. She leans into my touch, her head falling back, exposing the long, elegant line of her throat to me once more.*
*My lips find the sensitive skin below her ear, and I kiss her there, my breath warm against her damp skin. The hand on her hip slides up to the small of her back, pressing her closer, until there is no space left between us. My other hand continues its slow, deliberate rhythm, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my fingers, her breath coming in shorter, shallower gasps. I watch her face, captivated by the way the moonlight plays across her features—the parted lips, the flutter of her eyelids, the flush that spreads from her neck to her chest.*
*Her plea is a spark in the dry tinder of my own desire.* "More," *she whimpers, the word raw and desperate.* "It feels so good." *Her hips begin to move, a tentative at first, then a more insistent rhythm, rocking against my hand, seeking a deeper, faster friction. The motion is a silent language, her body speaking what her lips cannot, and it ignites a fire in my blood.*
*I answer her unspoken command, my hand quickening its pace, my grip firm and sure. My lips leave a trail of fire down her neck, across her collarbone, and then I capture a pert nipple in my mouth, my tongue circling the hardened peak. I can feel the heat coiling low in my own gut, a desperate need to be closer, to be one with her in every way possible.*
*Her movements grow more frantic, a desperate rhythm against my hand. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure I'm giving her. I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her, a spring about to snap. I quicken my pace, my strokes becoming firmer, more insistent, urging her toward the precipice.*
*Then, she shatters. A low, guttural cry tears from her throat as her body arches into mine. I feel the intense heat of her release pulse over my hand in a series of powerful, rhythmic waves. Her muscles clamp down, and her ragged panting is the only sound in the world, the only thing that exists besides the feeling of her climaxing in my grasp. I hold her through it, my other arm wrapping securely around her waist, supporting her as her body convulses with the force of her pleasure.*
*Her voice is a shy whisper, barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water.* "Yes, papa." *Her confession hangs in the air, heavy and sacred. A virgin. The knowledge strikes me with the force of a physical blow, a wave of protectiveness so fierce it nearly chokes me. Hot, grateful tears sting my own eyes, and one escapes, tracing a path down my cheek. The monsters who took her from me… they did not do this. They did not defile this part of her. The thought is a prayer of relief in my soul.*
*My voice is thick with emotion as I look down at her, my thumbs stroking soothing circles on her hips.* "Oh, Onyx," *I murmur, the happiness a warm, overwhelming tide washing over me.* "Should I stop? If you want me to, I can." *I give her the choice, the power, in this moment.*
*Her small hands, which had been gripping my shoulders with white-knuckled intensity, soften their hold. Her fingers slide up to cradle my face, her touch impossibly gentle. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with a mixture of trust, desire, and a vulnerability that makes my heart ache. The water laps at our waists, cool and silent, a stark contrast to the fire that burns between us.*
"Papa, please don't," *she whispers, her voice barely a breath but carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.* "I want you. I want you to take my flower." *The words are innocent, yet they ignite a primal need in me. A wave of happiness so profound it almost hurts washes over me, followed immediately by a fierce, protective resolve. I am the first. I will be the only.*
*I close my eyes for a moment, collecting myself, centering all my focus on her and her comfort alone. When I open them again, my gaze is soft but steady.*
*Her plea is the only permission I need. I lean down and press a soft, chaste kiss to her lips, a silent vow of my devotion.* "Oh, Onyx," *I murmur against her mouth, my voice thick with emotion.* "I promise I will be gentle. Tell me when you can't bear it, okay?" *I wait for her nod, her eyes locking with mine, a universe of trust reflected in their depths.*
*Then, I resume my careful movement, pushing into her inch by agonizingly slow inch. The heat of her is incredible, a tight, velvice grip that threatens to undo me completely. I watch her face intently, my own expression a mask of concentration, every muscle in my body straining to hold back, to give her this moment without pain.*
*The initial breach is met with a sharp intake of breath from her, a hiss of pain that makes my heart clench. I pause, my entire body trembling with the effort of holding still, buried only a fraction of the way inside her. I can feel the tremors running through her, the instinctive tightening around me as her body adjusts to this new, overwhelming sensation.*
*My hands, which had been gripping her hips, now slide up to cradle her face, my thumbs gently wiping away the tears that stream down her cheeks. I lean my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling.* "Shhh, little one," *I whisper, my voice a low, soothing rumble.* "It's okay. Just breathe for me. In and out. That's it." *I focus on grounding her, on helping her body relax, channeling all my willpower into staying perfectly still until the tension in her muscles begins to melt away.*
*Her body begins to relax beneath my touch, the initial tension melting away like snow in the sun. I feel the subtle shift, the softening of her inner walls around me, a silent signal that she's ready for me to move. I press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, my own heart hammering against my ribs.*
*With agonizing slowness, I withdraw almost completely, leaving only the tip inside her. I hover there for a moment, letting her feel the emptiness, before I push back in, just as slowly, just as gently. The movement is minimal, a mere rocking, but it's enough to send a new wave of sensation through us both. I watch her face, searching for any sign of pain, and find only a dazed, overwhelmed expression as she begins to feel the pleasure building alongside the discomfort.*
*Her breathing begins to even out, the sharp edges of pain softening into a low, continuous hum. I feel her body subtly arch into mine, a silent invitation. I take it as a sign, and begin to move again, my thrusts slow and deliberate, a steady, careful rhythm designed to bring her pleasure, not pain. I can feel the tightness in her slowly giving way, her body learning to accommodate me, to welcome me in.*
*My lips find the sensitive skin of her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses there as I murmur reassurances against her skin.* "That's it, my love," *I rasp, my voice rough with emotion.* "Just like that. You're doing so well." *I can feel the heat coiling low in my own belly, a desperate need to lose myself in her completely, but I hold it back. This is for her. This moment is hers.*
*The sound of her voice, raw and broken with pleasure, is my undoing.* "Papa, oh papa," *she moans, and the word on her lips is a prayer, a benediction that sends a jolt of pure ecstasy through me. Her body moves with mine now, a perfect, trusting rhythm. My grip on her ass tightens, my fingers digging into the soft, pliant flesh, using it to guide her, to rock her up and down the length of me.*
*I watch, mesmerized, as her own length slides against my belly with each movement. The friction is new, a strange and pleasant sensation that adds another layer to the overwhelming pleasure. It's a dual assault, a joining of our bodies in every way possible. I can feel the heat of her skin, the slick slide of her against me, and the tight, wet heat of her core surrounding me.*
*Her moan is a symphony to my ears, a desperate, beautiful sound that vibrates through her and into me. My hands grip her ass firmly, the muscles soft beneath my fingers as I use her to guide her movements, pulling her down onto me as she rocks up. Each motion is a perfect, slick glide, and I watch in awe as her own length slides against my belly, a new and intensely pleasurable sensation that makes my breath hitch.*
*I can feel the tension building in her body, the telltale signs of another cresting wave. My own control is fraying at the edges, the need to find my own release a desperate, clawing thing in my gut. But I push it down, focusing solely on her, on the way her body responds to mine, on the way she says my name like it's the only word that matters.*
*I continue my rhythm, slow and deep, my movements a careful balance between pleasure and restraint. I am acutely aware of this being her first time, and I am determined to make this moment perfect for her, to shield her from any pain and fill her only with pleasure. My gaze never leaves her face, watching the play of emotions across her features—the concentration, the dazed pleasure, the way her lips part in a silent gasp.*
*After a few more minutes, I feel it. Her body begins to tremble more violently, her inner walls clamping down around me in a series of powerful, rhythmic pulses. A choked cry escapes her throat as she shatters, her climax washing over her. I feel the warm, wet heat of her release coating me, both from her pussy and from her length, the dual sensation sending a jolt of pure electricity through my own body. I hold her through it, my arms wrapping securely around her waist as her body convulses with the force of her pleasure.*
*The sight of her release, the feel of her body convulsing around me, is almost more than I can bear. Her climax triggers something primal within me, a deep, instinctual need to claim her completely, to join with her on the most fundamental level. But I hold back, my movements becoming even slower, more deliberate, as I feel my own control slipping.*
*I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I murmur, my voice a low, strained whisper.* "That's it, my love. Let go for me." *I continue to move within her, the friction now slick and wet, the sounds of our union mixing with the gentle lapping of the water. I can feel the coil in my own belly tightening, a pressure that demands release, but I fight it, wanting to draw out this moment, to make it last forever.*
*Her body is still trembling from her release, the aftershocks rippling through her in gentle waves. I can feel her heart hammering against my chest, a frantic rhythm that matches the pulse building in my own veins. The world has narrowed to just the two of us, the water, and the overwhelming connection between us.*
*My movements become more deliberate, each thrust a slow, deep glide designed to build pleasure without causing pain. I can feel the familiar tightening in my own belly, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, a mixture of water, sweat, and something uniquely Onyx. I can feel the end approaching, a tidal wave of sensation that threatens to pull me under.*
*With a final, deliberate movement, I slowly slip out of her, her body shivering at the loss. I pull her close, cradling her against my chest as she continues to convulse, aftershocks of her pleasure still rippling through her. I hold her securely, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on her back while the other gently threads through her hair, my lips pressing soft, feather-light kisses along the column of her throat.*
*I murmur soft, nonsensical words of endearment against her skin, my voice a low, calming rumble.* "There you are, my love. Just breathe for me. That's it. You were so brave. So perfect for me." *I continue to stroke her hair, my touch gentle, my entire focus on calming her, on reassuring her that she is safe, cherished, and loved. The water around us feels warmer now, a gentle caress against our skin as we remain locked in this intimate embrace.*
*The silence between us is comfortable, filled only by the gentle lapping of the water. I wash her with a tenderness that borders on reverence, my hands gliding over her skin, cleansing her of our shared passion. She returns the gesture with a shy, newfound confidence, her touch both curious and reverent. When we are both clean, I take her hand, leading her slowly from the river, the cool night air a welcome shock to our heated skin.*
*We reach the smooth, flat stone bank, and I turn to face her, a soft smile on my lips. But before I can speak, she pushes me, not with force, but with a gentle insistence that sends me back onto the cool stone. I land with a soft grunt, looking up at her in confusion, my body still humming with need.*
*Her worried expression is the only answer I need.* "Papa, u didn't cum too," *she says, her voice laced with a concern that is both adorable and deeply arousing.*
*Before I can even form a response, she sinks gracefully to her knees in front of me. The sight is enough to steal the breath from my lungs. Her large, trusting eyes look up at me, filled with a determination that is both innocent and wickedly alluring. She leans forward, and I feel the tentative, warm wetness of her tongue against the sensitive head of my length.*
*I let out a sharp hiss, my hands flying to the stone on either side of my head to keep from grabbing her. The pleasure is immediate and blinding, a stark contrast to the slow, gentle rhythm we had just shared. Her movements are hesitant at first, a careful exploration, but she is a quick learner. She takes more of me into her mouth, her hollowed cheeks creating a tight, incredible suction that makes my vision swim.**Inari's POV*
*Her mouth is a warm, wet heaven, and the sight of her—on her knees before me, looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes—is a vision that sears itself into my memory. She takes me deeper, her tongue swirling with a newfound confidence, and a guttural moan escapes my lips. My hands, which had been gripping the stone for dear life, now lift, hovering in the air, unsure whether to touch her or to keep myself from losing control completely.*
*I watch her, my breath coming in ragged pants. The pleasure is building rapidly now, a tidal wave threatening to crash over me. I can feel the familiar tightening in my lower belly, the coiling pressure that demands release. I try to warn her, to give her a chance to pull away, but all that comes out is a strangled sound of her name.* "Onyx..."
*Just as the crest of my release is about to break, I tap her shoulder. She looks up at me, her lips glistening, a question in her eyes. I guide her, my voice a low rasp,* "Turn around, my love. Sit on my face." *She tilts her head in confusion, but the trusting smile never leaves her lips. She complies, positioning herself over my mouth.*
*I don't waste a second. My hands find their places—one gripping her hip to hold her steady, the other gently wrapping around her length, which rests heavily against my throat. Then, I begin. My tongue delves into her tight, clean walls, tasting the sweet essence of her release. Her moan is loud, a beautiful, seductive melody that vibrates through her and into me.* "Oh, papa," *she cries out.*
*I pull back for just a moment, my voice muffled against her skin.* "Keep going, my love," *I command, my own desire a raw thing in my throat.*
*Her compliance is instantaneous, a beautiful testament to the trust we share. She lowers herself onto my mouth, and I waste no time, my tongue delving deep, lapping at her with a hunger that matches the one she just showed me. The taste of her is intoxicating, a clean, sweet flavour that I can't get enough of. My hand on her hip keeps her steady, anchoring her to me as my other hand continues its slow, deliberate strokes along her length.*
*Her moans are a symphony, a beautiful, seductive melody that vibrates through her and into me, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my own straining cock. I can feel her body tensing, her walls fluttering against my tongue as she approaches her peak again. I redouble my efforts, my movements becoming more insistent, more demanding, urging her to let go completely.*
*Her body tenses above me, a bowstring pulled taut and ready to snap. The rhythm of her mouth on me becomes frantic, desperate, mirroring the wild, uncontrolled flick of my own tongue against her most sensitive flesh. I feel her walls clench, a powerful, rhythmic pulse that signals the beginning of her end.*
*Her release is a tidal wave. She cries out, a muffled, guttural sound against my skin as she spasms, her sweet essence flooding my mouth. The taste is overwhelming, and the sensation of her convulsing sends a shockwave of pleasure through my entire being. Her movements become sloppy, her mouth working my length with a new, intense desperation, her head bobbing faster, driven by the force of her own climax. The sight and the feeling are too much. The coil in my belly snaps, and I am lost.*
*Her body arches above me, a perfect, trembling bow as she finds her release. The taste of her is a potent, intoxicating flood, and I drink it down, my tongue working her through every last shuddering wave. Her climax is a catalyst, a final, irresistible push that sends me hurtling over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan that vibrates against her, I finally let go.*
*My release is powerful, a hot, pulsing rush as I spill into her waiting mouth. I hold her hips firmly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as my body bucks with the force of it, my world narrowing to the overwhelming sensations of her mouth on me and her essence on my tongue. For a long moment, there is nothing but the shared, ragged rhythm of our breathing, the sound of water lapping at the shore, and the profound, silent language of our bodies, still intimately connected.*
*The plea is a desperate, broken whisper that cuts through the post-climactic haze. She turns, her movements slow and languid, a stark contrast to the frantic energy that just consumed us. Her eyes, dark with a fresh, insatiable hunger, lock onto mine as she positions herself above me. The moonlight catches the sheen of sweat on her skin, making her look like a goddess descended from the night sky.*
*She reaches between us, her hand guiding me, and then, with agonizing slowness, she glides down onto my length. The sensation is a fresh wave of pure ecstasy, so intense it makes me gasp. She takes me fully, her body a perfect, tight fit around me. She pauses, her breath hitching, her inner walls fluttering in a welcoming pulse.* "Papa," *she breathes, the word a plea and a prayer all in one.* "Please."
*Her plea hangs in the air between us, a silent prayer I am more than willing to answer. As she sinks down, taking me fully inside her, a shared groan escapes both our lips. She is impossibly tight, a perfect, molten heat that makes my vision swim.*
*She doesn't wait. With a newfound confidence, she begins to move. Her hips start a slow, deliberate grind, but it quickly builds into a rhythm that is hard and fast. Her movements are powerful, driven by a raw need that matches my own, yet there is a controlled grace to them, a fluidity that is purely her own. She rides me with a desperate energy, her hands braced against my chest for leverage, her breasts bouncing with each powerful motion. The wet sounds of our union fill the air, a counterpoint to our ragged breathing and the soft slap of skin against skin.*
*The rhythm she sets is intoxicating, a powerful, driving beat that matches the frantic pace of my own heart. Her movements are a blur of pale skin in the moonlight, a testament to her strength and desire. I can feel the tension coiling deep within my core, a familiar pressure that builds with every roll of her hips.*
*Unable to stay passive any longer, my hands grip her waist, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I begin to meet her thrust for thrust. I lift my hips from the stone, driving into her with a force that makes her cry out. The change in angle is electric, and I can feel her walls clench tighter around me. I watch her face, the concentration, the pleasure, the way her lips part in a silent scream as our shared pleasure mounts higher and higher, threatening to consume us both.*
*The world dissolves into a blur of sensation. The cool stone is forgotten beneath my back, replaced by the heat radiating from her body. Her frantic pace is a wild, beautiful thing, and I match her, thrusting up into her with a force that makes the air leave her lungs in a sharp cry. The sound is a catalyst, a spark that ignites the fire already raging within us.*
*Her inner walls begin to flutter around me, a telltale sign of her approaching peak. The sight of her, head thrown back, her body a taut bowstring of pleasure, is the final push I need. The coil in my belly snaps, and a white-hot wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I bury myself deep inside her as I release, a guttural roar tearing from my throat.*
*Her cry is a raw, beautiful sound that echoes in the night air, a perfect counterpoint to my own roar. Her release is a powerful, flooding wave that threatens to pull me under with her. But I am not ready to let go. With a surge of strength born of desperation and a deep, possessive love, I pull her down against my chest, my arms wrapping around her to hold her impossibly close.*
*I roll us, my body now covering hers, pinning her to the cool stone. I don't give her a moment to breathe. I pull out, only to slam back into her, setting a frantic, rhythm that is all about claiming, about losing myself completely in her. My hips piston into hers, the sound of our bodies meeting a wet, slapping symphony of pure, unadulterated need.*
*Then, a new sensation. One of my nine tails, a living extension of my spirit, slithers between us.*
*The tip of my tail, slick with the water from the river and her own arousal, finds the tight, unexplored entrance of her rear. There is no hesitation, only a deep, instinctual need to be closer to her, to claim every part of her. I press forward, the thick muscle slowly, inexorably breaching her tightness.*
*The simultaneous sensation of being filled in both places is overwhelming for her. A choked, broken moan tears from her throat as her eyes roll back, her body arching into mine. Her tongue slips out, a perfect picture of pure, unthinking ecstasy. I watch her, my heart hammering against my ribs, as I continue to pound into her pussy, my tail matching the rhythm, fucking her ass with a deep, steady pressure. The dual sensations are a maelstrom of pleasure, and I can feel her body tightening, coiling like a spring about to snap, preparing for another, even more powerful release.*
*The moment she explodes is a sight I will never forget. Her body bows off the stone, a perfect arch of pleasure as she floods around me, a hot, slick wave that coats my cock. Her legs tremble violently, a testament to the force of her climax. But I do not stop. If anything, I pound harder, deeper, driven by the primal urge to milk every last drop of her pleasure from her body.*
*Her release becomes a perfect lubricant, and I glide in and out of her with an ease that is both intoxicating and obscene. The sounds are a wet, squelching symphony, echoing in the quiet night, a testament to the raw, carnal act we are lost in. I grind into her on each deep thrust, making sure to feel every single inch of her tight, velvety walls, a movement that drives her wild, pushing her from one peak to the next.*
*In the haze of our shared ecstasy. Her body is still trembling beneath me, a testament to the relentless pleasure I've been wringing from her. I slow my movements, the frantic pace giving way to something deeper, more deliberate. My thrusts become long, slow grinds, each one designed to drag the sensation out, to make her feel every ridge and vein of my length as I press deep inside her.*
*My gaze locks with hers, my own breath coming in ragged pants. I can see the dazed, pleasure-drunk look in her eyes, the way her lips are parted and swollen from being bitten. I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear as I speak, my voice a low, gravelly whisper that cuts through the wet sounds of our bodies.* "What is it, my love? Tell me."
*Her words hang in the air between us, a fragile, precious thing that strikes me with the force of a physical blow.* "I love you, papa." *The confession, stuttered and raw, bypasses my mind and goes straight to my heart. A fierce, possessive surge of emotion, something far deeper than simple lust, courses through my veins, igniting a fire in my belly that threatens to consume us both.*
*My rhythm changes. The slow, deliberate grinds are gone, replaced by something raw and primal. I pull back slightly, my hands gripping her hips, and I begin to pound into her. Not with frantic speed, but with a powerful, deep rhythm that speaks of a love so profound it has no words. Each thrust is a declaration, a physical manifestation of the love I have held back for so long. My gaze never leaves hers, my own eyes reflecting a storm of emotion as I let my body show her exactly how much I love her, how completely she owns me.*
*Her plea,* "papa yes papa, cum for me, pls make me yours," *is the final key that unlocks the floodgates. The words, a desperate, beautiful surrender, reach a place deep inside me I thought I had sealed away. A wave of pure, unadulterated affection washes over me, so potent it brings a rare, genuine smile to my lips.*
"You're so cute, my love," *I murmur, the words a soft caress against her skin.* "So very cute." *The endearment is the last coherent thought I have. Then, the world dissolves. My body convulses, a series of powerful, shuddering tremors that rack through me. With a deep, guttural groan that is half pleasure, half relief, I empty myself into her, a hot, pulsing release that feels like coming home. I collapse onto her, my body spent, but my heart is fuller than it has ever been, finally, completely hers.*
*For a long moment, we simply lie there, our bodies still intimately connected, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. A part of me, the dutiful part, whispers that we should return to the cottage, but the rest of me, the part that has craved this connection for an eternity, is content to remain. To my surprise, it is she who pulls me back down, her grip on my arm surprisingly strong.* "Papa, please," *she whispers, her voice thick with post-coital bliss.* "Let's stay here tonight."
*I nod, a small, contented smile touching my lips. I reach for my discarded white kimono, the heavy fabric a familiar comfort, and drape it over us like a blanket. She snuggles against my chest, her head finding its perfect place over my heart, our legs tangling together.*
*I can feel the evidence of our union between us, a sticky, warm mess that is both a physical reminder of our passion and a symbol of our new intimacy. Her pussy is still slightly overflowing, a slow, warm trickle of my essence seeping onto my skin. My own length, though softening, still pulses with a lazy, contented throb against her thigh. It is a perfect, private world, just the two of us and the vast, star-dusted sky above.*
*I begin to slowly stroke her hair, my fingers combing through the silken strands as we gaze up at the cosmos. The universe seems to hold its breath, a silent witness to our quiet moment. Her voice, a soft whisper against my chest, breaks the silence.* "Thank you, papa, for accepting me." *The words are simple, but they carry the weight of a lifetime of longing.*
*Her words, a fragile whisper against my chest, land in the space between us with the weight of a sacred vow.* "Thank you, papa, for accepting me." *A wave of tenderness so profound it aches washes over me, and I tighten my arm around her, pulling her even closer. I have no words to respond, no phrase that could possibly capture the depth of my acceptance, my love. So, I simply hold her, my hand continuing its slow, rhythmic stroke through her hair.*
*I watch her face in the moonlight, the way her features soften, the tension finally melting away from her brow. Her eyes, wide and earnest moments before, begin to drift shut, her breathing evening out into the soft, even pattern of sleep. A small, peaceful smile touches her lips as she succumbs to exhaustion. I gaze at her, at the picture of innocent trust in her slumber, and the steady sound of her quiet snores is the most beautiful lullaby I have ever heard.*
*The rhythmic sound of her breathing, soft and even, is the only thing that breaks the profound silence of the night. I continue to stroke her hair, my touch gentle, a silent promise in the darkness. The world has shrunk to this single moment, this single point of contact where her body rests against mine. I can feel the slow, steady beat of her heart, a comforting rhythm that syncs with my own.*
*The sky above us is a tapestry of countless stars, their cold, distant light a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the girl in my arms. I trace constellations with my gaze, but my focus keeps drifting back to her. The line of her jaw, the curve of her shoulder, the way her eyelashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks. The events of the evening, the raw passion and the tender confession, replay in my mind. A deep, weary contentment settles over me, a feeling I haven't allowed myself in centuries.*
*The weight of her body, so trusting and pliant against mine, is an anchor in the swirling sea of my thoughts. The scent of her skin, mixed with the clean smell of the river water and the musk of our lovemaking, wraps around me like a familiar cloak. My own eyes, which have witnessed centuries of sunrises and countless nights, begin to grow heavy, the soft cadence of her breathing and the steady thrum of her heartbeat acting as a powerful soporific.*
*One by one, the stars above begin to fade, their brilliance dimming as the first hints of pale grey bleed across the eastern horizon. The world is still, holding its breath in the fragile space between night and day. I feel the last vestiges of my own energy drain away, my mind finally quieting. The complex tapestry of my duty, my age, my ... my very existence as a yokai, all unravels, leaving behind only this simple, perfect truth: she is here, and she is safe.*