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“But Ei, ” protested the smarmy, quippy voice of Yae Miko, “You’re always busy.”
If one were to say that the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, the head priestess of the entirety of Inazuma, a sky Kitsune, would be lounging about on the tatami of her god, then it would probably not be believed in the slightest. To say that she was doing so while holding a cup of bubbled tea in her hand was another sacrilegious strike, the kind that the up-and-well-to-do citizens of Inazuma would baulk to discover.
And yet, that was, precisely, what was happening. There, half-strewn across the mats of the Almighty Shogun’s chambers, was the Guuji Yae herself, head of the Inazuman priesthood. She was rolled out onto her side, offering her the most comfort that could be found on Raiden Baal’s sheets. The fingers of one hand dropped into a bowl of finger-foods, drawing out various tiny fruits to plop into her mouth as she so wished.
Her manner and expression was one of laziness, but not one that was willing to be indulged. The Raiden Shogun always had something to do, even then, when she had someone else in her bedroom monopolizing its square footage. A ridiculous notion for anyone in the world, the kind of interruption that would inspire immediate, penal consequences. Anyone save for Yae Miko, the sole person to be allowed such freedoms.
“That’s because I’m a busy person,” Ei said. Her voice carried the firm-set tones of her Puppet, but with the emotional inflection that only she was capable of. “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose, you know.”
Miko slurped rather loudly from her cup of tea. Specifically a cup, she called it. It was not one of the goblets of Ei’s past, that was for sure. It looked oddly formed and somewhat disposable, which Ei found odd. She found many things odd, it could be said. ‘New Inazuma’ was still a novelty to her in many ways, and she was still learning new things each and every day.
“Sometimes, I swear you are,” Miko said. Her voice was a touch huffy, almost offended. “You never make time for us, Ei.”
Ei’s pen stitched across the page in a sudden, jerky line. A faint dot of ink welled up in her wake, staining the otherwise pristine document. Not much, not enough to be noticed, but certainly enough to annoy her meticulous mind. Yet, it did not irk her anywhere near as much as Miko’s unspoken accusation, and that certainly made her fingers tighten a smidge.
“Now, you know I’m not doing it on purpose,” Ei chided. She turned her head to affix Miko with a long, proper look - and almost immediately wished she hadn’t.
Yae Miko had changed somewhat after five hundred years. She was still Miko, still the same woman that Ei had known and loved in the past, and no change could be recorded on that battlefield. But, five hundred years was a very long time, and in that time, Miko had only grown more beautiful. Seriously beautiful, in fact, well blooming into her long-lived Kitsune years.
Ei was sure she hadn’t forgotten how good Miko looked - she had been meditating, not forgetting - but somehow, she felt struck by her beauty each and every time she saw her. It almost irked her, in a manner of speaking; she felt like a stranger around the too-beautiful Kitsune. The sakura-pink of her hair, so reminiscent of cherry blossoms, was almost poetic in appearance; the sculpted roundness of her cheeks and face was almost picturesque amongst Inazumans.
Her body was as astounding as ever, though somehow more full than Ei had remembered. Granted, she supposed she hadn’t really been thinking about the swells of Miko’s hips or the way her bust looked back in the Plane of Euthymia, but still, she didn’t recall her looking so… voluptuous. It might have had something to do with the utterly scandalous nature of her outfit, which was like some perverted rendition of a Shrine Maiden’s very diligent, very respectable uniform.
This was neither of those things. It was, ostensibly, the uniform of a Maiden. Ostensibly, as in, to give a nod of recognition to something in a littoral style. It was far and away too short around the thighs, showing more skin than anything, and much too tight across the waist. It highlighted the dips and valleys of Miko’s body, the peaks and the canyons between her curves, and even for a god that could prove distracting.
It was far too provocative around her chest, with a cut that shockingly left quite some amount of her flanks visible. Secured around the neck by a halter, wrapped tight and taut, it meant that the slopes of her chest was clearly visible to one’s prying eyes - and the sides of her breasts were more than apparent from the right angle. With Miko laying out on her side, plopping a grape into her mouth, Ei found herself somehow staring at the Kitsune’s side boob.
She swallowed a bit thickly.
“Not on purpose,” she said, still thick. “I wouldn’t ignore you on purpose, Miko.”
Yae Miko hummed at her. The glimmer in her eyes was knowing, almost sly, and it made Ei’s spine tingle a bit. “Hmmm… I don’t know about that, Ei…”
Ei pulled her eyes away from places they should not have been. “You don’t know… what?”
Miko plopped her chin into her hands and laid out her side, really stretching like a cat would. Ei had to avert her gaze again, for the short cut of Miko’s skirts really didn’t offer much to the imagination. It was there, blatant as could be, and that wracked her nerves far more than she would have intended for.
“I don’t know that you’re not ignoring me on purpose, Ei,” Miko said with astonishing smoothness. The coy lilt to her words, the sly intonation to her voice, made Ei’s neck prickle. “Why, it’s almost as if you’d prefer to be here, working, instead of relaxing with me. ”
Ei scrunched up her nose and tilted her chin upright. “That isn’t true at all. There’s no one I’d rather spend my time with, Miko.”
Miko raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Look - we’re together right now,” Ei said. She waved her hand at her bedroom, which was, in fact, where the two of them were: Ei sitting at her table, diligently working in front of a pole of papers, while Miko stretched out and lounged around. “We’re spending time together. What is this, if not my desire to be in your presence?”
Her words were almost poetic, but Miko didn’t seem to think much of them. Or, rather, she seemed to entirely ignore them as she smirked and swept her body up from its lounging pose; she sat up straighter, her legs curling beneath her, offering too much of a glimpse of her thighs, too far of a view across her flanks, for comfort.
Ei was still a hot-blooded individual, after all. Puppet or not, her body was meant to react as flesh and blood would.
“Ei, I’d like to be doing things together, ” Miko hummed slyly, her voice curling around in her throat. “Not me sitting around, reading novels, whilst you do…” her nose scrunched up in derision, “ work. ”
Ei rolled her eyes. “Are you allergic to work, perchance?”
“Not at all.” Miko shook her head. “I simply acknowledge that it’s something mundane people have to do, and I lament their loss.”
Ei raised her brows. “Considering I am a god, one would think I am not, in fact, mundane.”
“Oh, darling, that’s exactly why you shouldn't be working,” Miko quipped in a voice of low, throaty warmth. She slipped herself upright and moved forward on her hands and knees, almost crawling her way over to Ei. It was such an abrupt, sudden gesture that it briefly took her breath away. A rush ran along Ei’s spine, and again, she was forced to hastily avert her gaze.
But of course, Miko was not interested in any such thing. She had a distinct lack of care for things like personal space and proximity, and she was far and away too happy to slide around, sling her arms over Ei’s shoulders, and wrapping her up in a hug from behind. The pointed curve of her chin plopped itself down against the curve of her neck but a brief second later, completing the intimate position.
Ei could smell Miko’s proximity. The scent of her perfume, or her incense, or whatever it was, was distinct. It was like flower petals mixed in with something acidic, like a sour grape - like the ozone-rich smell of a lightning strike. Something more mouthwatering, like fried tofu, carried through it, filling Ei’s nose with a mixture of scents that reminded her oh-so-dearly of Yae Miko.
Her Yae Miko. Her Familiar, marked with her personally crafted Electro Mitsudomoe pendant; her head priestess, the one that kept the faith of the Narukami Ogosho; her best friend, and her only friend left. Once, she’d known everything there was to know about Miko, her soul as open to her as the back of her hand. That, unfortunately, had been about five centuries ago.
Five centuries, and Miko’s scent was familiar like an old memory. Similar, yet different. A different perfume, a different smokiness, something or anything that Ei didn’t know. It was still Miko, though, and it still filled her nose in the same way. Cloying, intoxicating, distracting. More than enough to make Ei’s hand falter, and eventually put down her pen in its entirety.
Miko’s soft body pressed into her from behind, deepening their connection - and further threatening Ei’s concentration. The soft swells of Miko’s breasts pushed into her shoulders, evoking a sigh from the god’s lips. Her chin nuzzled in, face half-buried against her neckline, and it evoked all sorts of reactions that Ei had not felt in a very long time.
It’s a sad day that I must consider the act of being embraced as an exotic blessing, she mused.
“Miko,” Ei chuckled oh-so-softly, “Come, now. You don’t truly believe I would be ignoring you just because I’m focusing on my work?”
“You’re always focusing on your work, that’s the problem,” Miko murmured against her neck. The wash of her breath against Ei’s neckline made her skin prickle; her hair would have stood on end, had her body carried anything safe for what was on her head. Unblemished, smooth beyond measure, nearly as polished and waxed as the floors of Tenshukaku, her artificially designed body was the height of an engineer’s craft.
Sometimes, Ei still felt as if she was getting used to having it again.
“I have lots to do,” Ei said softly. She half-turned her face, but did not go too far; to do so would be to bring their faces into sharper relief, and she was almost afraid of that proximity. “It is not done out of any sort of disrespect toward you, Miko, I assure you.”
“Then why don’t you just take a break, hmmm?” Miko asked, her voice that same low, throaty drawl; alluring, seductive, and harmonic. Ei had always loved Miko’s voice: something about it had always touched her soul just right. “Let’s do something together, Ei, properly. ”
Ei breathed out through her nose. She put down her pen and leaned backward, though she did so a touch guiltily; sinking into Miko’s soft embrace was almost like a shy indulgence. After five hundred years of abandonment, she almost felt bad to accept Miko’s freely offered intimacy. It almost didn’t feel right to take advantage of it when she had done nothing in return, yet her friend made no comment about it.
“I have a lot of work to do…” Ei murmured.
Miko scoffed. The noise was filled with derision, showing just how little she thought of such concepts. “Eiiiiii. ”
Ei opened her mouth, then closed it. She smiled and shook her head. The long, purple braid of her hair fluttered around her neck, but the rest of it was trapped between her body and Miko’s. “Come here, Miko.”
“Hm?” Miko asked, her voice curling with surprise.
She shifted back as Ei beckoned to her, arms spread; she seemed to get the idea decently quickly. The Kitsune slipped herself down and around, then moved back to almost lay herself into Ei’s lap; her spine half-curled, her head down below Ei’s breastline, so that the god could wrap her arms around her in a hug.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been working too much,” Ei said. She pulled Miko up against her, cradling her toward her chest. “You know I don’t mean to ignore you, dearest. I just… get busy.”
“Yes, yes, you’re quite the important Shogun,” Miko quipped. She tilted her head back, which rather unintentionally - or, knowing Miko, entirely intentionally - sent herself sliding against the swell of Ei’s breasts. “You know… if it’s too much for you, why, you can always let me take over? The offer remains open…”
The mere thought of abdication made Ei’s face turn into a glacier.
Miko laughed. “Mhm, that’s what I thought. Alas, you’re your own worst enemy, Ei.”
Ei’s fingers slipped out. She trailed them through the silky pink of Miko’s hair, caressing the immaculate tresses. She searched for something to say. She honestly found that she had nothing on her tongue. What did Miko like to do? Where would she want to go? Walks in the sunset? A trip on the beach? A picnic under a tree? She almost felt disconnected, in a strange way.
“What would you like to do?” She asked at length, slow and steady and thoughtful.
“You’re asking me?” Miko hummed coquettishly. She leaned back against Ei’s chest, and seemed almost entirely too smug as she did so. The curve of the Shogun’s breasts were not insignificant, after all; maybe, perhaps, not quite as large as Miko herself, but certainly of a size that could astound and could entice. A soft display of cleavage pushed out of the loose-fitting seal of her Furisode, offering a bounty of skin for one to indulge in - and that was precisely what the Kitsune did.
She leaned back and indulged, using the Almighty Shogun’s chest as one would a convenient pillow. In the face of such greediness, Ei could only smile and caress.
“I’m not sure,” Ei said at length. “But I’d like to do something together, yes. I just…”
“Hmmm…” Miko almost began to vibrate in Ei’s lap, purring as a cat might. It was rather intense, too, and it brought old, foggy memories up to the fore. “There’s the festival on Amakane island, no? Mayhaps the great Guuji Yae can show the Almighty Shogun around, mhm?”
“Festival?” Ei’s brow furrowed. It took her a moment to recall any pertinent details; her mind, though impressive, juggled a great deal of information at a time. “Ah - Yes. I remember signing off on - yes, that Fontaine troup wished for permits…”
“How do you somehow forget every single festival that takes place on your island, Ei?”
“I have a lot on my mind,” Ei chuckled. “And to be fair, you’ve dragged me to most of them.”
“You never have time to enjoy them properly,” Miko accused.
“This time, I’ll - well, I’ll make time,” Ei said smoothly. She ran her fingers through Miko’s hair, caressing her scalp. Her nails briefly hitched and hiked around the area of Yae Miko’s fox-like ears, where she offered a quick scratch - something that made her purr a bit more. “Would you like to go with me, Miko? We’ll make a night of it, together.”
“I’m going to hold you to it, Ei,” Miko warned her. “No take-backs.”
Ei chuckled softly. “I have no intention of doing so.
“Good,” Miko said, and almost did so in a petulant voice. “It’s a date.”
“It’s a date,” Ei agreed.
She scratched the top of Miko’s head, and the Kitsune purred a bit more. Her eyes closed and her body leaned back, making herself comfortable against the Shogun’s lap.
“But I do still have some work to do,” Ei said just a moment later, “So if you please -”
“Oh, Ei, ” Miko groaned, “This is a nice moment, don’t ruin it.”
“Ok,” Ei agreed hesitantly. She knew that if she didn’t remove Miko now, there was every chance she might just fall asleep in her lap like that - but with such a beautiful woman stretched out in front of her, she truly did find it somewhat hard to care.
I suppose I can work harder later to catch up, she mused, fingers curling through pretty pink hair.
Amakane Island, the festival island, was a small place just off the coast of Inazuma proper. It was a jutting piece of coastal rock capable of supporting a mid-sized village at best, then a downward slope that led to a small, infertile belt of land, before terminating at an idyllic beach. Large enough overall for a population of maybe a couple of hundred at the very best, and really suited for about a third of that, the island had long since been deemed pointless for human settlement.
There were simply better spots across Inazuma for people to settle, and the island was suited for things other than vibrant, flourishing communities. It had a beautiful view of the ocean and of Inazuma City itself, with soft, sandy beaches for one to recline and relax upon, as well as a decent showering of flower and plant life. Sakura trees bloomed there freely, showering the rocky outcropping with hundreds of petals each season - a view in and of itself worthy of traveling for.
Set with a shrine and tended to by maidens, the little island served as a place of worship away from the Inazuman capital. In Ei’s time, it had been just a place for people to go and pray and receive blessings without clogging up the arteries of Inazuma City and without making the long pilgrimages to the Grand Shrine itself. In the five centuries since, it had become a festival island, a place for celebrations to be held and enjoyed in honour of the Great Narukami Ogoshi - Raiden Ei, herself.
It had changed a lot. Ei had been there once or twice since ‘waking back up’, and even then she’d not been there during a full festival - other festivals had been on other islands, typically across Ritou once the Sukoku decree had been revoked. Her first time back on Amakane, therefore, was a vision of banners, of fluttering streamers and ribbons, some of them jutting up from the ground on long poles, others strung between the boughs of tall, overcast Sakura trees.
There were wooden stands in their dozens stitched out across the island, from the centerfold pathway to the lower areas of beachy sand. Many, many stalls of games and foods and products and all sorts of things that Ei did not inherently recognize; many things had changed over five hundred years, from even the simplest of traditional games.
It was packed, too. There were more people than seemed to fit, such that the crowd constantly brushed against itself. If not for Tenryou guards set at equidistant locations, Ei might have been worried about criminal activity. Hell, she still was, to a degree. Crowded places bothered her sometimes; it made her spine crawl attentively.
“It’s a lot busier than I imagined,” Ei murmured. She looked up and around, casting her eyes across the various stalls and people there. Many of them were dressed in outfits designed for festival season in Inazuma: coloured kimonos, big, large obis and sashes, and traditional fabrics stitched with new, exotic patterns. She found many of them pretty and enticing and was intrigued by all the newness of it.
“It’s a festival, darling, Ei, what did you expect?” Miko asked. She pulled on Ei’s arm, holding it between her own in a very close, very intimate, way. She hugged herself into Ei’s side, and the Shogun felt her cheeks prickle just a bit. “It’s always going to be extremely popular.”
“Yes, well - it’s just - it’s busy,” Ei said in a somewhat stilted tone of voice. She was not socially anxious, no, but it was a smaller island than Ritou, and she was almost brushing shoulders with the citizenry. They, of course, absolutely knew who she was, too, and that was what made it awkward.
People were distinctly staring, and that was because no one could ever mistake Ei for anything other than what she was. Depictions of the Narukami Ogosho, the Almighty Shogun, were everywhere, whether it was in statues or statuettes or figurines or dolls or paintings or - well, all manner of things, truly.
Ei was tall, broad, and refined, with a graceful, athletically powerful figure. Not the tallest of women, but not the shortest either, standing at a grand five-eight - more than enough to be noticed in that sort of a crowd. Her face was round and full, a face that could be considered handsome or could be considered gorgeous depending on how one viewed it. Her eyes were a brilliant, scintillating purple, a colour so bright and so fierce that they glowed in the early evening light.
Her hair was long and purple, braided elegantly down past the small of her back. It was as elegantly wrought as the rest of her: tall and lean, firm-bodied and muscular, but with clear feminine curves that pressed against the long-sleeved dress she so often wore. It covered very little, for she used such an outfit during the rigours of combat; it was meant to be easy to move around in.
She was, as such, incredibly noticeable even from the get-go. People looked at her no matter what, most of them offering some sort of look of difference or some glance of awe. Some people even bowed as she passed them by, and Ei was a bit too awkward in that situation to tell them to stop -or to urge them to go on their way.
“People are staring,” Ei murmured to Miko. She did not have to worry about her voice being too soft; Miko’s sensitive Kitsune ears could hear most things, including that.
“Of course they are,” Miko tutted with a chuckle. “You’re the ALmight Shogun. They’re clearly going to be interested.”
“I don’t want them to bow to me,” Ei said again. “It’s a festival, I have no wish for them to stand upon ceremony…”
“Let them have their fun,” Miko tutted. She held onto Ei’s arm and practically hung off of it. “It’s a festival, Ei, darling.”
“Have their fun?” Ei looked around. She saw too many people bowing their heads at her, some deeper than others; it was actually a bit mortifying. “Bowing is hardly fun.”
“You’re their god and master; allow them this.” Miko’s voice was sly in her throat. “You’ve probably made most of their nights with your appearance. It’s not every day one gets to be in the presence of divinity.”
“Now you’re laying it on too thick,” Ei drawled sarcastically.
Miko tittered. “Not at all! You are a god, darling Ei.”
“A fact you’re all too keen not to let me forget,” Ei said, continuing with her sarcastic drawl.
“Why should I? You are a god, and you are worthy of worship…” Miko squeezed her arm playfully. “Of course, you are my god, so don’t get any funny ideas.”
Ei laughed. “I don’t know what you mean, Miko, but I’ll, ah, try not to.”
Even still, the attention they drew concerned and amused Ei in equal measure. The Shogun herself, walking along the festival pathway with the Guuji Yae on her arm; the two most important figures in Inazuma respectively, side by side, and in a way that one might consider to be intimate. Of course, Ei couldn’t be sure that anyone would attribute intimacy to such a sight, but even so - intimate enough.
Everywhere she looked, people were indulging in the events of the island. The festival was in full swing upon Ei’s arrival there, and people, no matter how awed they were by the Raiden Shogun, were still there to enjoy said festivities. She could see games, challenges, trinkets, food stands and stalls; all manners of things to entice the eyes and the senses. Hers were most certainly piqued; she didn’t recall a great deal of the things on offer, for she had rarely partook even back in the day.
It had taken a combined effort of her friends, plus needling from Miko, to even break out of her habits of straightforward, stoic training. She’d barely had time for festivities. Most of the games she didn’t really know except in a passing sense, and now there were old-style things from her past as well as the newfangled construction of the modern era - more fanciful games with working devices and gizmos she half understood.
“Goodness, there’s certainly a lot,” Ei murmured. She looked left and right and scrunched up her nose. “I… almost feel out of place, Miko.”
“Nonsense,” Miko tutted rather quickly. “How could a god feel out of place at a festival in her own land?”
“That’s - in many ways?” Ei asked questioningly. “Quite easily, in fact, I daresay.”
“I daresay you talk too much,” Miko chided. She hugged herself against Ei’s arm, looping it deeper into the crook of her elbow. “Come, now. Let’s enjoy ourselves! You promised me a date, and I shan’t allow you to weasel out of it.”
“Weasel?” Ei frowned. “I do not weasel.”
Miko fluttered her brows. “There is a great deal of weaseling going on right now.”
“I do not weasel,” Ei insisted somewhat petulantly.
Miko giggled. Realizing she’d just been taken for a little ride, Ei could only roll her eyes, pout, and pull on Miko just a tiny bit more firmly - drawing her through the crowd and down through the festival. There was so much stuff there that she did not at all recognize, and she found herself intrigued by much of it. She looked left and right, taking in the new sights and scents and smells, and marvelled.
“This is much less a - well, a worshipful festival,” Ei murmured, “And much more… festive?”
“You can thank the Yashiro Commission for that,” Miko replied. “They did this a lot in the last - hm, well, a while. Keeps people’s spirits up, even when their god’s was not.”
Ei offered her a look.
“What?” Miko sniffed. “You know it to be true.”
Ei rolled her eyes.
She looked around. People were playing various games at wooden stands and stalls, while others were yet enjoying their time at food stands. She could see cooks pouring out broth for ramen, and she could see salesman offering various skewers to passer-bys. There was a variety of foodstuffs that all filled Ei’s nose with their tantalizing smells, directing her left and right.
“You know…” Ei looked around. “I’m actually a bit overwhelmed. I’m not really sure what I’d like to do.”
“You’ve got a cute woman hanging off your arm; what do you think you should do?”
Ei frowned. “Hm…”
Miko looked at her and chuckled. “Oh, come here, darling. Let’s go get some ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” Ei instantly perked up. Her mouth salivated at the idea of something sweet against her tongue. “They have that here?”
“It’s a festival, of course they do,” Miko tutted. “Come-come. Hurry along, now.”
The crowds seemed to melt away from them as they moved. Despite the crowded nature of the festival, they had all the space in the world. People naturally deferred to such important individuals, and both of them were too invested in the culturalism they had built to then start telling citizens to take it easy. Ei was a god. Miko was her priestess. It was what it was.
Miko didn’t seem to know where she was going either, but she sniffed out the right places and spots with clever little twists of her head. Ei admired it; admired Miko’s beauty against the backdrop of the festival, watching her face shine in the light of a hundred lanterns. She was, as ever, struck by her beauty, and it never ceased to amaze her.
“You’re staring,” Miko told her somewhat curtly, though with faint, curling amusement to her words.
“Yes,” Ei replied matter-of-factly. “You’re beautiful.”
Miko snorted. Her face blushed. “Careful, Ei. If you’re going to start dropping such compliments on my lap without warning, I may be apt to do something… equally immoral.”
“What?” Ei asked, now unsure of what was being said.
Miko laughed. She hugged herself onto Ei’s arm just that little bit more, trapping Ei’s bicep against a loop of her elbow and the doughy swell of a breast. Ei very, very keenly felt the squishiness against her skin, and a few paltry layers of cloth did nothing to dull it. She swallowed a bit thickly, but otherwise pushed it aside.
She was led between stalls, moving past a dozen and a half families in gorgeous cloth garb, until Miko found what she was looking for right: a seller of iced treats. They were one of the busier locations, with plenty of children seeking to get tasty confections. There was quite a bit of a stir as Ei moved up into line behind them, with families surreptitiously glancing and bowing and really just going through the whole wow this is a god bit.
Ei nodded and smiled and didn’t mind it. She waited for a moment as Miko almost seemed to snuggle up to her, nuzzling into her side and flank in a way that many would consider a tad too intimate. It was actually a tiny bit embarrassing, and Ei shuffled the closer that the Kitsune seemed to get.
“Aren’t you a bit close?” She whispered to Miko.
“No,” Miko replied primly. Her lashes fluttered, showing coquettish eyes. “I’m the Guuji here, yes? Clearly I’d know best.”
Ei knew that was wrong. She also knew it was impossible to argue against Miko’s logic, and so she did not. She might have squirmed a tiny bit as their time came up to order, but she pushed that aside once she found herself staring at all the flavours on display - and what flavours they were.
“There are so many,” Ei breathed out. “Goodness! I’ve not tried most of these before…”
She was as awed as the person manning the counter, in fact, who stared in utter worship.
“I am not sure what to get,” Ei said aloud.
The man there worked his jaw limply, stunned.
“Get a double scoop of whatever two intrigue you most,” Miko said primly and simply.
“But there’s more than just two here,” Ei lamented. She stared out at the various tubs of flavours and twitched her nose up. “Hm…” She narrowed her eyes. “Mister, I will have… Cookie dough… and… whatever this one is.”
She tapped on something that looked brown and chocolatey and laced with a brighter, reddish colour.
“And… on a…” She looked up and scanned her eyes across the various cones. “...A waffle… cone? What is this?”
Miko giggled.
“I-it’s a p-pastry… derived… cone,” the man in front of her said in an awed, stuttered tone of voice. “It’s good. Very good. Sweet?”
“Sweet? Excellent. One of those.” Ei’s eyes watched keenly as the man scooped up what he had been told and formed a neat, if excessive, double-scoop of ice-cream on a cone. Ei’s mouth watered a bit at the sight, but she kept herself from lashing out. “...Miko, what would you like?”
Miko hugged her arm more tightly, practically clamping down on her bicep, and fluttered her lashes. “Pick for me, Almighty Shogun. Impress me. ”
Ei almost snorted in the face of her casual coquettishness. She, however, didn’t skip a beat. She looked over the flavours, made a few quick decisions, and said in crisp tones of voice, “Cone, strawberry, vanilla. Please, and thank-you.”
Miko stared at her with a brow raised and piqued.
Ei looked at her. She cleared her throat gently. “Those are still your favourite flavours, yes?”
A smile pulled at Miko’s mouth. “You remembered.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Ei asked in a soft rumble.
“It’s been a long time,” Miko said. It was difficult to tell if she was pleased or not; Miko could be good at masking her emotions with coy words and phrases.
“You always remained in my thoughts,” Ei told her quite honestly. It seemed that her honesty pleased Miko, if only because her Kitsune ears - weighed down as they were by a false Vision - twitched gently.
“Really now?” Miko purred out. “Me, or the ice-cream?”
Ei shrugged playfully. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
Miko laughed at the abrupt, unexpected joke. “Now, now, Raiden Ei…”
The salesman stared at them in confused awe the entire time, his jaw practically agape.
Ei cleared her throat and directed her attention back toward him. “Yes, thank you. Tell me, Mister, how much are you owed for these?”
“N-nothing!” the man sputtered, his eyes almost too wide. “N-nothing for uh, nothing for the Almighty Shogun! It’s on the house!”
Ei furrowed her brow. “Nonsense. How much is it?”
The man shook his head violently. “Truly, I cannot accept payment from the Almighty Shogun. Your blessed presence is more than enough for me.”
“No -” Ei insisted, but at that moment Miko leaned into her side and gently whispered against her ear.
“Do you even carry Mora on you?”
Ei cleared her throat and stared at the salesman. “Thank you very much for your generosity. I shall remember it.’”
She was pretty sure he would have collapsed, had she been able. As it was, Ei picked up the two cones in her hands, one in each, and stepped back. The crowd around her parted much like water ebbing away from a coastal stone, and she found it almost amusing. But, only a little bit. She otherwise focused on pulling away with two cones in her hands and Miko hanging her off like an accessory, which was, above all, distracting.
“Your ice cream,” she said warmly, and gestured with a cone of pink-and-white.
Miko’s nose twitched in a foxlike manner. “My hands are full.”
Ei looked down at the hands surrounding her bicep, wrapped around her arm like ropes, and then back up again. “You can remove them, you know.”
“Or,” Miko said with a flutter of her lashes, “You could hold it and feed it to me?”
“Oh, Miko…” Ei sighed. She shook her head and looked out at the crowds. “You’re setting a bad example for the citizens…”
“I’m your Guuji,” Yae replied swiftly. “Whatever I do must surely be considered the height of holiness.”
“I don’t actually think it works that way,” Ei chuckled, her amusement thick in her voice. All the same, she lifted the strawberry cone up to Miko’s lips and allowed the woman to take a lick. Naturally, she tried not to stare, but Miko had a rather peculiar way of eating ice-cream. Ei wasn’t entirely sure that the way she unfolded her tongue and exaggeratedly rolled it across the white-and-pink was an entirely normal way of doing so, and the lingering duration of the slurp made her think twice, but she otherwise ignored it.
Or tried to.
Why does that look… sexy? She mused.
Miko caught her eyes and winked.
Ei cleared her throat. “Is it good?”
“Mhm,” Miko purred in wordless assent. “All the better for the company.”
Ei smiled and ignored the way that Miko licked her lips. “I agree. I think… we’ll have a good date, Miko.”
Miko squeezed Ei’s arm into her breasts yet again, catching the god off guard. “Oh… I’m sure we will, Ei.”
“What’s that excessively large structure over there?” Ei asked. She raised her arm, pointing with her finger, and that, in turn, had her large, loose sleeve almost flop around. She did not feel its weight nor its clumsiness at all, and simply swung her arm around with muscular finesse.
“That would be a Fontaine Wheel,” Miko told her warmly. “It’s one of their… things. Technology. They’re quite strange over there, you know.”
“Mhm,” Ei hummed in agreement. She stared up at a mid-sized ‘wheel’ of metal and wood that circled end-over-end on the distant beachside and internally mused on just how much Fontaine must have changed over the centuries to have reached such a stage. She had been in the Plane for long enough that she’d missed certain developments, clearly.
She turned her head around again. She looked at the various stands and stalls and crowds around them, and she found her lips curling up. They’d been walking around for the last half hour, moving between stalls and storefronts, taking glances at trinkets that people seemed to want to heap upon her, and then plucking at food-stuffs that drew her interest; skewers of fried meat, dumplings, seafood balls, and more.
They played a few of the games, too, which seemed to mostly revolve around Miko teasing Ei into trying her hand at some silly thing like plucking at floating figurines or drawing upon sticks in the hopes of finding good luck; things that Ei didn’t inherently need, but with Miko hanging off her arm, felt compelled to very much try toward.
Miko really was clinging to her, too. Almost too much, all things considered, really just about hanging off her arm like a trinket. She seemed to be having far and away too much fun clinging to Ei’s bicep, trapping and squishing it against her soft chest; something that Ei should have been able to ignore, yet found rather difficult to at that moment. She was almost consciously, distinctly aware of the breasts trapping her arm, and it constantly drew her gaze.
Miko clearly didn’t care. Or, rather, she went out of her to do it, and was smugly content in holding Ei’s arm in place as one would a walking cane. It was a bit lewd, but Ei said nothing. She almost felt bad to say anything, especially when she was, ostensibly, escorting Miko around. It was a date; holding hands and looping arms were things that couples did, didn’t they?
Ei’s eyes panned around. Suddenly, a smile lifted to her lips, and she pointed out with her hand.
“Oh, Miko, look!” She called out softly. She gestured at a wooden rack filled with a selection of wooden masks carved and painted in the likeness of white-furred, red-accented foxes. A Shrine Maiden stood next to it, politely taking Mora donations from festivalgoers and handing masks in return. “Kitsune masks! Goodness, that takes me back…”
Miko sniffed. She sounded almost miffed. “Yes, well, one might say they bear a… certain likeness to a fox.”
“I haven’t seen these in ages,” Ei gushed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually laid eyes on the festival masks before; they served as a way to celebrate as well as to honour the Yokai, in whatever manner that meant. “How quaint!”
“You’re looking at masks when you’ve got a cute Kitsune right here,” Miko huffed. Huffed, as if miffed. Ei wasn’t sure why it was, but she found it hilarious. Still, given that Miko clung so firmly to Ei’s arm, she could only follow along as the god moved forward toward the little board of masks.
The Shrine Maiden there widened her eyes, but her shock was quick. She connected her hands together through her large sleeves and then dipped her head down in respectful obedience, showing a level of poise that Ei found notable.
“Almighty Shogun,” said the Shrine Maiden, “And Guuji Yae, you honour us with your attendance tonight.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Miko said, her smile easy, her hug even easier.
“It is a wonderful festival,” Ei told the Maiden. “And these masks look equally wonderful. Might I?”
She gestured with her hand, and the Shrine Maiden all too dutifully dipped her head and smiled. “Of course, Almighty Shogun. These masks were made by a master craftsman in the perfect likeness of a Sky Kitsune.”
“Really now?” Miko drawled out very, very dryly. The ire in her voice was palpable, and it amused Ei to no end. Miko didn’t say much, but she certainly did her best to downplay her Kitsune heritage for multiple reasons. “How quaint. ”
Ei took up the wooden mask in her hand. It felt smooth and polished to the touch, and the paint was crisp and lacquered. It did look for all the world like a fox’s face, and she couldn’t help but smile fondly as she lifted it. “It’s true, it does. Look at that, Miko.”
“I’m looking,” Miko said with a dry drawl.
The Shrine Maiden smiled. “Would you like one as well, Guuji Yae?”
Miko smiled thinly. “Oh, no thank you. One is enough.”
Ei looked between them. She bowed her own head at the Shrine Maiden in thanks. “I will offer a blessing of Mora in the form of a donation to this island’s shrine. I hope that suffices.”
“We ask the Raiden Shogun for nothing more than her blessing,” the Shrine Maiden said with picture-perfect diligence.
Miko almost seemed offended by it all. She practically pouted as she hung off Ei’s arm, which amused the god to no end. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Miko sniffed. She looked down at the mask accusatorily.
Ei hefted it up. “You know… it almost looks like you, Miko.”
“Oh, please, ” Miko instantly scoffed, as if jealous. “That looks nothing like me.”
Ei held the mask up to Miko’s face. “It’s your spitting image.”
Miko batted it aside. “My fur is pink, thank-you very much.”
Ei laughed. “Come, now.”
“That thing is a mere fox, and does not share my splendour,” Miko sniffed regally. Again, Ei laughed. “Are you laughing at me, Raiden Ei?”
“Maybe a bit,” Ei replied playfully. “But only because you look cute when you’re jealous.”
Another sniff. “I am cute, yes, but I am not jealous.”
“You appear jealous,” Ei pointed out.
“I am not jealous of a poorly-made rendition of a Kitsune,” Miko said matter-of-factly.
Ei could not stop smiling. She found Miko’s petulance to be adorable, and she loved it. She gestured with the mask, ignoring her lover’s frown, and said, “Would you like to wear it, then?”
“Absolutely not,” Miko retorted instantly. She pouted, as if offended, and said, “Why don’t you wear it, then?”
Ei shrugged. “That’s fine.”
To Miko’s surprised gaze, Ei slung the wooden Kitsune mask up and over her head. Not on her face, but over the side of her hair, resting it across the luscious purple as one would a hairclip. Miko watched her and snorted with laughter, though she hid it behind a dainty wave of her hand.
“You look ridiculous,” Miko accused with laughter.
Ei couldn’t help but play along. “You like it, don’t you?”
“Oh, be quiet, Raiden Ei,” Miko hummed coyly. She squeezed Ei’s arm again, tugging it against her breasts. Swallowing thickly, Ei tried not to focus on Miko’s cloying presence and smell and, instead, enjoying the sights around them. She knew they were drawing looks, but people seemed to have mellowed out to the presence of the Raiden Shogun herself. More or less, at least; Ei still had people bowing down too often for her tastes.
Many of the stalls were a mixture of Inazuman construction and newer, fancier things that she didn’t really understand. A few games from Liyue, a few overseas designs, and then quite a few Fontainian novelties; things she had actually signed off on off-handedly when the Yashiro Commission had handed in their request forms. There was an almost impressive amount of whirring gears and gizmos in each, and she found them rather interesting to look at.
“What’s this one?” Ei asked. She waved her hand out at a machine that seemed to be excessively popular with some of the younger couples there, all of whom seemed entirely too interested in what went on beyond its glass confines. She could see vague things within, shapes like puppets or dolls, with a funny little ‘arm’ like thing at the top.
“This? Oh, hm…” Miko pressed her head into Ei’s shoulder. “That’s a… I forget what they call it. A Crane machine? Some such variation. Ah -”
They walked closer, and Ei could see the youths piloting what looked like the hafts of weapons and used them to dictate the movement of the strange, half-wood, half-metal arm in the box. It clunkily moved left and right, adjusted, and dropped, with a clawed hand seeking to grasp what were clearly stuffed toys below.
“-You insert Mora and attempt to win a prize,” Miko said matter of factly. “On a time limit, I believe.”
“Oh. I see.” Ei peered at it curiously. “How interesting.”
Miko looked at her face. Slowly, a sly grin passed over it. “Would you like to play?”
Ei watched the moving arm with the intrigue of a natural builder. “I’d like to try my hand at it.”
“And win me something?” Miko purred coquettishly. “A nice prize?”
Ei looked at her, then shrugged. “I can certainly do so.”
“Well then, Raiden Ei… step on up.”
Ei did, once the coast was clear. She stared into a glass-like box surrounded by weird Fontaine symbols and gizmos. It was all very mechanical, very automaton-like, which Ei had quite some experience with. It was a strange device all told, but it intrigued the builder within her. She didn’t know how it worked, and as she placed her hands on the controls, she found herself entirely eager to try and learn.
“Win me something nice,” Miko purred. She slipped into her from behind, slow and steady, hands sliding against the curve of Ei’s spine.
“I’ll be sure to try,” Ei murmured. “What would you like?”
As she looked into the box, she finally noticed the puppets inside. They were Inazuman-themed dolls, as were common amongst youth; foxes, little soldiers, slimes, animals, and, of course, puppets of herself, the Raiden Shogun. Seeing her likeness cast in doll form almost instantly made her roll her eyes, exasperated.
“Get me a nice little Shogun doll, hm?” Miko hummed.
Ei sniffed, but nodded. “Alright.”
Ei moved the little hand around - and instantly found it to be incredibly unresponsive. In fact, it was like moving a bucket through water, and she noticed it immediately. She pushed, swiped down, and found that her ‘clawed hand’ moved like a drunken sailor. She pouted, she huffed, and she pushed down - and found her hand snapping at nothing.
“Huh,” Ei huffed. “Well, then. This isn’t… straightforward, is it?”
“What’s wrong, dear?” Miko quipped. “Too difficult?”
“I’m learning,” Ei replied with another huff. “Give me a moment.”
She, again, attempted to figure out how to move the crane’s arm with the tiny little controls. Nothing quite responded to her demands, which made it excessively difficult to actually get it done. She pushed down, and the claw responded sluggishly. It moved awkwardly. She huffed a bit, reached down, and hit nothing but air. She tried again, but another failure saw the machine spit out a noise of failure.
“ Tsk, tsk, Ei, ” Miko giggled. “You’re going to disappoint me, darling.”
“You’re teasing,” Ei accused.
“Oh, is that what it is?”
Ei rolled her eyes and gave it another go. She furrowed her brow with concentration and bit into her lip, trying her hardest to control the claw and clamp. She felt like she got a bit more of a handle on how it swung around so ponderously; she could memorize those movements. At least, so she thought, but Miko truly was not intent on making it easy for her in the least.
Such was the case as Miko wrapped her arms around Ei from behind in a slow, tender way, sliding them against the flat of her stomach. Her entire body leaned forward and cupped Ei from behind, which had the very distinct effect of pushing her rather large breasts up against her shoulders. They squished there wonderfully, and the Shogun couldn’t help but shudder.
The touch broke her concentration, and again, the claw snapped at nothing. Ei grimaced as the machine buzzed negatively again, indicating her failure - and Miko chuckled against her neckline. “Oh, poor Ei…”
“I’m going to win something,” Ei told her. “I’m going to.”
“Why, sure… ”
Again, Ei tried, and did so with Miko clinging to her back like a carpet. It was very distracting, really. It was not good at all for her senses, which certainly rebelled over such a touch. Soft breasts squished into her from behind, taking slips of her concentration away even as she attempted to manipulate the clawed hand downward.
She nabbed something, then, the fragment of a puppet, but failed to draw it up; the claw and the crane did not support the weight of the stuffed toy, or so it seemed, because everything teetered dangerously. Miko did not help at all, because her proximity and the cooing noises that left her lips were almost designed to aggravate Ei.
“Oh, Ei, what’s wrong?” Miko purred, her voice a low, sinful thing. “Can’t get it?”
“I’m getting it,” Ei insisted. Of course, she was fighting against both Miko’s teasing proximity as well as the machine, and another failure was certain. She winced as it happened, and huffed with aggravation; Miko giggled cloyingly against her ear.
“We can go,” Miko giggled. “It’s quite difficult…”
“ I’ve got it,” Ei insisted with a growl. Again, she went for it, even with a lovely Kitsune pressed against her spine, tucked into the crook of her neck; she swept the claw down, grabbed a hint of a leg, and then pulled. It dropped, but she stoically went right back down with more focus, more vigour, and clutched it; this time, she pulled it up safely. She ignored the breasts squashing against her shoulders and the soft breath washing over her ear; she focused on her movements alone.
Finally, after repeated attempts, she pulled up a puppet: a little Raiden Shogun, cross-legged in her usual meditative posture. A very symbolic pose of the Ogosho, the kind that people saw on statuettes everywhere. Sara had a few, as far as Ei knew. She haughtily, successfully pulled it up, and whipped it around to show Miko.
“There!” She proclaimed. “Your prize, Guuji Yae.”
Miko offered up a startled laugh. She slipped away from Ei, slow and smooth, and fluttered her lashes over at her. “Why… there it is, hm? How wonderful.”
She plucked it up, looked at the little doll, and then waved its hand. “Why, it looks just like you!”
I see what you’re doing, Ei thought, but outwardly smiled and cocked her chin up. “It has my cheeks.”
Miko laughed, having not expected the response. “Look at that - it does.”
“Are you happy with your prize?” Ei asked in as noble a voice as she could muster, even as Yae Miko played with the arms of the silly little Shogun doll that was meant to be her.
“I am,” Miko said coquettishly, her lashes fluttering. “Something this hard-won deserves a show of thanks, too.”
Ei did not know what that meant, but she learned very, very quickly as Miko leaned forward and kissed her right on the lips. Right there, very much in view of people around them, which only made the Shogun’s cheeks burn. She let out an awkward squeak as the Priestess kissed her with quick, but steady, firmness, squishing lips together for a long and full moment, before slowly peeling backward.
“There,” Miko purred, her lashes still fluttering. “Fair’s fair, no?”
“Y-yes,” Ei said with a gulp. “Fair is… fair, yes.”
Miko smiled sweetly and offered out her arm. “Shall we continue?”
Ei took it tentatively. “Ah - yes. W-we shall.”
Somehow, Ei rather doubted Miko’s date-like intentions…
The evening turned darker; the sun went down. The two watched its evening descent upon the highest ridge of the little festival island, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, until it went below the horizon line well and proper. It was a beautiful sight, and Ei had not been shy in saying so outright.
“I missed many sights,” Ei said, “but I might have missed that the most.”
“Oh?” Miko quipped. She leaned into her side, almost jostling her. “And here I thought you would have missed my face the most.”
“Fine,” Ei murmured. “I missed the setting sun second most.”
“Mhm… and here I thought you’d have missed my fur second most -”
“ Third most, then.”
“Really?” Miko’s lashes fluttered. “And here I thought you’d have missed the way I slip and slide up against you to be third m-”
“I’m not listing out every single interaction we have on a list,” Ei huffed, face pink. “You are my first and only, taking precedence above all else. Ok?”
Miko smiled and hummed. “It’s a start.”
The entire night seemed to be a start, really. The lights had gone on, the lanterns and torches properly lit, offering a brilliant view of the entire island from outcropping to beach to valley dip to the little rolling hills and all. It was the kind of island that took a mere twenty minutes to cross from one end to the other, if that. They could see almost everything around, and it was a rather brilliant sight.
Ei would have been happy to do that, to indulge in the sights and the sounds with Miko at her side - but Miko seemed to be interested in other things. Or, rather, she seemed entirely intent on drawing specific reactions out of Ei, because she leaned and nuzzled into her side with coy intent. She seemed to enjoy pressing her body up against her god, getting in too close, nuzzling in too deeply, making for a rather inappropriate view all the way around.
Ei couldn’t help but flush at her proximity. Her presence was almost cloying, something terribly, aggravatingly distracting - in a good way. A dangerously good way. It was hard not to feel surges of elation when Miko pressed up against her, or when she slipped and rubbed up against her spine. Her hands were free-moving, finding places to touch Ei that constantly had her blood bubbling.
She seemed to very much enjoy distracting Ei through every ‘game’ she played - and likewise, seemed intent on agonizing her into trying everything there. Why, Ei, she liked to say, why don’t you win me a prize here?, and that would be enough for Ei to start up some strange new game for her. She plucked up little fish swirling in a pond, she fired little toy arrows at little targets, and she even picked random sticks out of a pot in the hopes of winning a jackpot, all to pile Miko’s pockets with little stuffed Raiden Shogun dolls.
And all the while, she would slide up against her back, or squish herself into her flank, moulding to her like a second skin. An aggravating, sexy second skin, the kind that distracted her and tore at her attention. It wasn’t easy to move or to swing her arms around when she had a human-sized fox-girl clinging to her, after all; distinctly troublesome.
“I can’t move my arms if you’re going to hang off me like this,” Ei huffed as they pulled away from yet another stall-based game. The people there had all clapped far too enthusiastically at her passing, and seemed too happy with her engagement, as if she wasn’t just another person attending their services. “Miko, really.”
“Oh, but Ei,” Miko cooed as she leaned into her shoulder, “I looooove feeling you move your muscles. It’s so… attractive. ”
Ei huffed through her lips. “Miko, really.”
“It’s true!” Miko squeezed her arm for good measure, digging fingers into a perfectly-built bicep. “I love my god’s muscles.”
Ei blushed, if just a bit. “Gracious, you haven’t changed a bit.”
“Mhm… Did you expect anything less?”
Ei sighed with loving resignation. “No.”
Miko giggled. She moulded herself to her flank as they walked, such that their proximity was almost too close to be peeled apart. Ei certainly found it distracting, but in a good way. She liked being around Miko like that; it felt good, somehow, oddly. Being that close to her Familiar was nice.
“Oh, look at that, Ei,” Miko quipped. She gestured, and Ei followed her gaze to a large, block booth of wood and metal. Various posters were set outside, showing things that Ei didn’t understand. “A Kamerabooth!”
“A… What?” Ei asked with confusion. The words, separate from one another, made sense. She understood what they meant. She did not know what it was, though, and she peered at the box curiously.
“It’s a - well, you know what a Kamera is -”
“-Yes, of course-”
“-It’s a booth made around one. A large one.” Miko made an impatient noise. “It’s for taking pictures of people together and, uh, well, it gives out… pictures.”
Ei frowned. “I don’t underst-”
“It doesn’t matter, come, come -” Miko began to tug on her arm, and Ei just went with it. “Let’s take some pictures, Raiden Ei.”
“Why are you using my full name?” Ei asked, baffled. There was no answer to her question, and she was led past a cloth partition and into the interior. She was ushered down onto a padded seat, where she sat somewhat awkwardly. Miko plopped herself down beside her, threw some Mora into the machine’s slot, and then sat back.
“Okay, so we’re going to look at that -” Miko pointed at a lens in front of them, “And we’re going to get pictures. Understand?”
“Not really?” Ei frowned and leaned forward at the waist to stare into the lens. “How does this operate? Is this going to steal my soul?”
“You - why the hell do you think it’s going to steal your soul?” Miko asked, a note of genuine, baffled laughter in her throat. “What the fuck Ei?”
“You’re right, my soul is tethered to my blade,” Ei said matter-of-factly, and nodded several times for good measure. “Still -” she reached out to tap the glass ahead “-I don’t understand - hey! ”
Miko yanked her back by the cloth of her dress, almost as a cat would to their kitten. “Sit back and settle down, now, Ei.”
Ei pouted and did just that.
Miko cleared her throat. “We’re going to take pictures. Together.”
“W-well,” Ei stammered, “I don’t know what to do with this.”
Miko rolled her eyes. “Follow my lead.”
Ei didn’t really get what was going on or how it worked, but Miko adjusted Ei’s body, pulling on her arms, and drew them around to put her into position like a doll. She got in close beside her, held her hands, and tucked their shoulders together.
“Smile,” Miko said.
Ei turned to smile at her. A light went off a second later, indicating the flash of a Kamera. Thinking she had done reasonably well, Ei hummed and rolled her shoulders, only for Miko to gently slap her knee.
“That was cute, fine, but smile at the kamera, not at me, ” Miko huffed.
“Oh.” Ei frowned. “But you’re cuter than the Kamera -”
“Just do as I say, Raiden Ei!”
And so Ei followed along. The first set of pictures were just what Miko told her to do: sit straight, sit beside her, lean together, hold hands, smile. Very innocent things, as far as Ei understood. A god and her Kitsune familiar, side by side, pink and lilac together; distinct, yet complementary, shades of colour.
“Perfect!” Miko cheered as she looked at the first set. “You look adorable, Ei. I’m going to hang this on my wall.”
“Please don’t,” Ei said, casting her mind over to Miko’s home at the shrine and just how many people would see it. “Ah… Well, they do look nice, I think…?”
She cast a glance at Miko, worried the machine had consumed her soul in the picture. She narrowed her eyes, looking at her curiously, making sure -
“Now, let’s do something more intimate, ” Miko cooed.
Okay, the machine has not stolen her soul, good -
It certainly hadn’t, because Miko next threw her arm around Ei’s neck and brought herself in close. She hugged her close, with breasts squishing into the slopes of her shoulders, arms moving across her neck and her belly, while a face nuzzled into her neck. The god quite instantly flushed, her blood rushing along in places she didn’t exactly want it to.
Oh, she thought. Blood was surging in a way that it probably should not have; her body might have been synthetic, but was meant to react very, very properly to certain stimuli - this, included. She gulped as Miko hugged her, posed with her, pressed against her like a seductive blanket, and reacted accordingly.
The Kamera flashed, and Ei gulped.
“This is very intimate,” Ei said slowly, but a second after Miko retrieved the photo. “Please don’t put that up at the shrine.”
Miko simply giggled. “Oh, we haven’t gotten intimate yet. ”
Ei should have known what to expect, really, but Miko moved like the free spirit she had always been. She crawled up into Ei’s lap, sitting on it very diligently, but far too suggestively for Ei’s mind to take. She gulped as the beautiful fox plopped herself down and leaned back, getting far too close to her. The weight of her ass, soft as it was, pressed down into places it probably shouldn’t have.
Ei gulped. She tried not to do anything else, not as that soft ass pressed down and applied pressure to places that hadn’t felt pressure in a long time. The weight of Ei’s cock, locked and hidden, very distinctly throbbed at the touch. Her heart rose up into her throat, and artificial or not, pulsated very fast.
She thought it would be over once the Kamera flashed again, but it was not. Miko spun herself around from back to front, now properly straddling Ei from the front. She had no idea at all how that would relate to a photoshoot, or how that would be good for the camera, but there Miko was, in front of her, tits right there, arms circling around her neck.
Ei swallowed hard. The pressure that Miko applied as she straddled her lap could never be considered innocent. The way she shoved her tits forward into her face and rolled her hips forward was not respectful. It made her gulp and it made her heart pulse, which was to say nothing of the blood rushing down to her core - down to her dick, which comfortably throbbed.
Miko purred and winked.
Ei flushed.
The Kamera flashed.
She gulped. “I-is that all?”
“Hm… is it?” Miko grinned, flashing too many sharp teeth, and rolled her hips forward. Ei whimpered; the touch, the pressure, made her spine tremble. She bit into her lip as Miko began to push her hips forward, slowly grinding into her lap. She pressed down and moved forward across smooth thighs and the frills of a dress, knowing exactly what she was doing with such lurid antics.
“M-Miko,” Ei stammered thickly, her eyes wide. Too wide, in fact.
Miko kept on smirking. “What’s wrong, Ei?”
She rolled her hips backward and forward, sliding and rubbing herself against the thick pillar of a cock locked and lodged away beneath Ei’s clothes. She gasped as her familiar simply started to grind down in her lap, to roll and to buck, to make Ei’s blood pulse and her dick rise. It was all so sudden, all so lewd, for in moments, Miko had wrangled control for herself and twisted it around to suit her own ends.
And Ei could only gasp silently. She leaned back, struggling, while Miko leaned forward, purring. She all but accosted her, and it was hard not to find joy in it. The touches, the rubbing, brought to distinct mind just how long it had been for Ei - and just how beautiful Yae Miko was. The combination of her lack of physical intimacy as well as her fox’s beauty was a very, very heady mixture.
“What are you doing?” Ei asked thickly, with a whine.
“Having some fun,” Miko purred, her eyes shining. “Don’t you like the sound of that?”
Ei released a low, shuddered breath. “We’re in public…”
“We’re in a booth,” Miko quipped, and skillfully rolled her hips. “And really… who would say anything?”
“Miko, no,” Ei said with a groan. Even so, she felt almost weak; Miko mesmerized her, stunned her, and left her head spinning in too many ways to count. It had been centuries since she had done anything intimate with anyone, and right then, the pressures, the view, was a lot. “I - ah…”
“You feel so hard, Ei,” Miko purred in a low, sinful whisper. “It seems like you really want me…”
Ei had many responses to those words, but as she stared up into her fox’s eyes, she allowed propriety to take control and stammered, “T-this isn’t the time or place for that…!”
“Ah,” Miko breathed out. “So it’s about time and place now, is it?”
“Yes -” Ei said hard and fast.
Miko giggled. Her eyes shone as she pulled away. “Mhm… I’ll keep that in mind.”
She pulled herself off of Ei’s lap very abruptly. She swung herself around, fast as could be, leaving a flush-faced, confused Ei behind. The god gulped and watched as her fox righted herself, fixed up her stance, and offered a smarmy, cocky smile over at her. She held out her hand for good measure, as if to tease the Shogun just a bit more.
“Shall we?”
Ei let out a low sigh. “You’re going to be the death of me, Yae Miko.”
More sharp teeth. “Awwww, darling, you really know how to flatter a girl.”
The night grew darker, the lanterns brighter, and Miko more teasing. Now, she draped herself over Ei at any point and time, happily clinging to her side and slinging arms into places she really, probably should not have. She nuzzled into the crook of her neck and purred, the sound positively rapacious, almost hungry. It was a fox-like trill that set Ei’s nerves alight, and that was hard to dull down.
Ei didn’t push her away. She, instead, looped her arm around the small of Miko’s back and hugged her closer as they walked, keeping them nice and close. It was unfortunate that Miko chose that time to brush against her and tease her, clearly doing her best to work away at Ei’s nerves. It was certainly working, too, because her veins burned with feelings she’d not experienced in quite some time.
It was just an unfortunate fact of life that Yae Miko knew how to perfectly entice, needle, and arouse Raiden Ei. It was as natural as the sun and the moon, as the stars in the sky. It was as much of a cycle as day and night. It was always going to be like that, and Ei was the one who had to handle her annoying hard-on.
“Hmmm…” Miko looked up. They had drifted down the beachside, and now approached the large, lazily spinning Fontaine wheel - steel and wood together shaped in a giant circle with spokes and arches. Ei looked at it cautiously, wondering what exactly it was that the people of Fontaine felt in order to build such a thing. Miko remained far more optimistic and tugged Ei forward with an easy touch.
“Why don’t we go up there, Ei?” Miko asked in her flitting, flirty voice. “Me and you, together… looking at the stars…”
Ei glanced at Miko, then back up at the wheel-like thing. She sniffed, her nose scrunched up, and said, “I’m not looking forward to something like that, but if you’d like to…”
“I would,” Miko said flirtatiously and ran her hand dangerously low along Ei’s back.
The Shogun let it be, even though it made her pulse quicken. She stepped up to the device alongside Miko and made every active attempt to wait in line; but, at the mere sight of her, she was ushered up to the front. It was almost difficult to move around as the Raiden Shogun when she was so lauded; a god and the head of the government both, it could be quite troublesome.
Soon, she was sitting on a plank of worn wood, in a box of metal and wood, on a big, large wheel. She was explained the intricacies of the device a few times by the attendant, but all Ei really did was nod along. Miko remained plastered to her side, arm looped around her neck, looking for all the world like a lover and not a priestess. It was, of course, accurate on both counts, but even so, Ei sighed.
Then, the big wheel began to move. It arched and twisted, drawing itself up into the sky. It twisted upon its axis, and the little boxes they were in swung and swayed in time. For a moment, Ei felt her balance twist, her center of gravity bend; but only for a moment before inertia settled in. Then, they were being lifted into the night sky at a slow, tender pace, like a gentle tide.
“Hm, this is… pretty,” Ei said at length. The wheel was not particularly large, but she could see the entirety of Amakane Island and the distant cliffside of Inazuma City. Her Tenshukaku towered up in a display of lacquered purple, and almost seemed splayed against the stars. “I like this.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Miko cooed. “Nice view, nice breeze… even nicer company…”
Miko snuggled into Ei’s side.
Ei chuckled. “Yes, I’d say so.” She leaned back a bit, and let her head slide up. “Hm… Yes, I did miss this.”
“Being together?” Miko asked flirtatiously.
Ei smiled. “Of course.”
Miko set her hand on Ei’s stomach and curled against her sash. “How about other things?”
“Other things?” Ei asked, though her voice and tone became almost wary. She watched Miko’s hand crawl down her dress, over her sash, and toward the parted ends. “I’m not sure what you mean…”
“You know…” Miko leaned into the crook of her neck. Her lips were close to Ei’s skin now, and that made her body flush with heat. “Cuddling… making out… fucking… ”
Ei let out a low, startled laugh. “Miko, I don’t think this is the time or place for that kind of talk, either…”
“Are you sure?” Miko leaned in and pressed a kiss against Ei’s neck, making her stutter and sigh. “This feels like the perfect place.”
Her hand slid down and pushed its way beneath Ei’s clothing, quite as easy as that. Long, slender fingers reached along, finding seams in cloth and tugging them aside. Briskly, the woman wormed her way down to pluck at the waistband of Ei’s shorts. Ei watched her very intently, almost feeling as though she was frozen in place and couldn’t do anything.
“Miko,” she said in warning, but Miko simply cooed against her neck. She ran her lips up against the sides of it, sliding and kissing with slow, tender warmth. Her hand crept down beneath Ei’s shorts at the same time, and the Shogun’s breathing hiked considerably. She bit into her lip as a myriad of sensations rolled over her at the same time, all spurred on after centuries of waiting.
It had been a long time since she’d felt anything like that, and it was palpable. As Miko’s hand sank down into her shorts, fingertips brushing the bulk of her cock, she could only let out a hiss. That hiss became marginally louder as Miko’s lips plucked at her neck, gently, but firmly, kissing her. She rolled against smooth skin in a series of hot touches, each one more beautiful than the last.
“I don’t think this is the place,” Ei said, referring to her last statement of right place and time. Miko, however, did not seem to care in particular. She kissed and suckled on patches of Ei’s neck, making her sigh with more regular frequency. Her hand similarly plunged down to all but pull on Ei’s cock, and that touch made her shudder. It truly had been way too long since she’d felt anything like that, and it instantly had her spine tingling.
“Why not?” Miko purred against her neck. She kissed it sweetly, smoothly, plucking at sensitive skin, while moving her hand down. She pulled Ei’s cock upright through her clothing and began to tug on it, offering a soft, silky series of ripples on the hardness. It only became stiffer for it, with more and more blood rushing down to fill it out.
“A-ah…” Ei groaned. She bit her lip harder and cast her eyes about, but they were too high up to be noticed whatsoever. “Miko… seriously, now…?”
“No better time,” Miko purred. “Trust me, I would know.”
She pulled on Ei’s cock, gently stroking it in her hand. She hadn’t even entirely pulled it out of her shorts and dress yet, but the confines of her clothes did little to hide it. Ei was huge, and that thick bulk only became more apparent as it filled out to its full, proper height - and Miko was not trying to hide it anyhow. Each second saw more slip free, more of its monstrous white flesh laid bare, to Ei’s flushing embarrassment.
“I am your head priestess,” Miko continued in that low, throaty voice, the kind that made Ei’s senses feel faint. “Trust me.”
Ei stammered out a laugh, then a moan, as Miko stroked her cock with a slow, steady hand. She pulled more and more of it free, such that there was a pillar of hardness jutting up from the Shogun’s pelvis. Some nine inches of rock-hard meat pushed up between slender fingers, almost twitching toward the night sky. It was huge and throbbing, a pillar of virility bar no other in the land.
Miko purred to see it, her voice a positively fox-like trill. “Oh, Ei… did you get bigger since I last saw you…?”
“D-don’t be silly,” Ei breathed out, her voice slightly more strained than she wanted. It was almost difficult to control herself, however, when she had a hand around her dick for the first time in the last five hundred years or so. Miko’s hand drew up and along her shaft, sending wonderful surges and tingles of stimulation through its entire broad, heavy length: nine inches of wrist-thick meat, designed for a kind of sex too overstimulating for normal women.
“Silly? Mhm…” Miko hummed. She kissed at the side of Ei’s face, then nuzzled down under her jawline, thrilling Ei to no end. Her hand pulled and squeezed, sending pleasure fluttering along her spinal column. “Mayhaps it’s just been too long for me? I must have imagined you smaller…”
“Now you’re just antagonizing me,” Ei all but whined in protest.
Miko giggled sinfully. “Shall I kiss and make it better?”
“Shall -” Ei began to repeat, only to falter once the importance of the words became clear. “A-ah - Miko, wait…”
But Miko was not waiting. Her head sank down, rolling along Ei’s neck, over her collarbones, and even over the exposed swells of her breasts, dotting the slopes of her cleavage with breath-quickening kisses. Then she pulled away entirely and leaned down, over the seat, over Ei’s lap, right then and there on the Fontaine Wheel, like some hussy.
“Oh,” Ei breathed out in surprise. She looked left and right again as if to check for anyone around, but they were mid-ascent, barely around the apex of the wheel; there was no one around, and no one would see. All the same, Ei felt flustered, and as she stared down at Miko drifting toward her cock, her fluster and confusion only rose.
“You cannot be serious…” Ei said in flustered, thick voice. “Miko, truly –“
Ei gasped gently, breathlessly, as Miko pressed her lips down against the meat of her cock. The softness of her mouth, combined with the dedication of her push, was more than enough to take even a god back. The sudden, wholehearted commitment to something that lewd, to something that honest, was intense – especially for Ei, who’d not felt something like that in a long time.
In way too much time, in fact. Long enough that it was a distant memory, putting her at a level of inexperienced as the most inexperienced of people. Five hundred years was nothing to scoff at, especially between those who had once been lovers. She now felt every single second of that timespan played out in the shudders and tingles that ran up and down her hardness. And, yet, things had only just started, with the barest hints of sensation rolling through her.
Miko had simply kissed down on the sensitive head of her cock, applying warm, generous pressure, and that was enough to make even a god sigh. Miko knew it, and her eyes flicked up teasingly to lock onto Ei’s. The god’s fluster was more than apparent, and the mirth in Miko’s eyes was perfectly palpable. The two knew exactly what the other was thinking. They had always been like that, and this was no different.
“You are serious,” Ei breathed out in a hot, heady voice.
“I always am, darling,” Miko purred against the head of her cock. Her voice was just as low, just as breathy, and something that Ei found terribly, horribly arousing. “Especially for my god.”
“I’m not – I mean, I am, I am your god,” Ei said in a steady stutter of words, where her tongue tripped over itself in a bid to offer explanatory words. “But I’m just your Ei. We need not…. Stand no such ceremonies…”
But she knew that Miko wasn’t standing on ceremony. She might have been Guuji Yae, and it meant nothing to her. She was Ei’s head priestess, but only insofar as she was able to claim sole communion with the god of the INazumans. It was as much a mark and badge of possessiveness as it was anything else, and any obligatory duties that came with it, a mere side-show.
Miko’s dedication to the God of Electro was genuine – but only because she loved her. There was nothing holy about the way she worshipped Ei, just as much as there was nothing holy in the way she kissed at the head of her cock, then down from the bulbous rim, moving across the mighty, meaty, pale inches of cock below it. Her lips danced a path down vascular meat that had not felt such a touch in far too long. Centuries was a monumental gap of time not to get laid, Ei’s mind supposed, and she was thrown for a loop as Miko went down.
And go down, she did. Her mouth kissed that easy path down to the midsection, her touches light, yet filled with electricity. Faint shocks and surges made the shaft twitch, though whether it was from genuine Electro power or just because Ei was that sensitive, she couldn’t say. The fact that she couldn't say spoke volumes even to her, but she pushed that aside and simply bathed in the unabashed sloppiness coming from her Guuji.
“S-should we not… retire elsewhere?” Ei asked in a breathy voice, still struggling to come to grips with herself. “I – ah – one might see us…”
But she had said those words before, and Miko had not cared back then; why would she care now? The look In her eyes was all Ei needed to know as far as such propriety was concerned. The wily Kitsune pressed her lips down in a hot, suckling kiss, and the gentle sensation made Ei’s spine tingle. She cleared her throat and adjusted herself in her seat rather awkwardly, struggling to find a good spot for herself.
She let out a deep breath as Miko’s mouth swished around. Her hand angled Ei’s cock around, offering up a better swathe to her lips. The woman was uncaring of the fact that she was leaning over her seat right then, and instead more focused on the movements of her lips, the way that she was best able to tackle Ei’s cock. Her mouth pressed down in soft, mesmerizing kisses, the kind that infected Ei’s brain and left it shuddering.
Artificial or otherwise, her body hadn’t been built to withstand this. She wouldn’t have wanted to do such a thing, even if she’d thought about it beforehand. Her puppet was very, very real, her cock very, very capable, and it twitched happily as Miko’s mouth pressed down into it. Even things as simply as kisses made her nerve-endings tingle, such was her inexperience.
Ei’s breath quickened. She cast her eyes about surreptitiously, almost as if looking to see if anyone could see them. They could not; they were, after all, on the ‘Fontaine wheel’, and thus, well out of view of anyone. It was simply her nerves and her embarrassment that made her look around, and Miko boldly pushed on regardless of it. Her lips pressed in hot little kisses, slipping and sliding, moving up in a nuzzling stroke of pure pleasure.
Ei softly groaned. “Miko…”
Miko’s tongue lapped out. It was a quick flick, but the feeling of something that wet and that slimy pressed up against her cock instantly made Ey sigh. Her breath quicked just that much more as Miko sent her tongue flicking across the underside of her cock; the movement tentative and tender, but still very pleasant. Of course, being Miko, such a movement was not the end of it. With all the clever grace that she was known for, she unfolded more of her tongue, and far more eagerly, sent it sliding forward.
The flat of it pressed against Ei’s shaft and rose up in a longer, thicker lick, rubbing somewhat rough Kitsune-tongue against her sensitive cock. Inches of it twitched at a time as the sly fox licked a path upward, sending rumbling stimulation through Ei’s artificial, yet masterworked, body. Her eyes flicked down, and found Miko staring right back up at her – and a charge of electricity rushed across her spinal column.
“You’ve learned some things since I was gone,” Ei said in a somewhat thick voice. She curled her fingers into her palm when Miko winked; her only reply, for her mouth remained busy. Her tongue slid up and around the bulbous cap of the cock, stroking it with a clever flick, before again sliding up and over the cock’s tip itself. Her lips followed close, allowing her plump mouth to press a loving, satisfying kiss against it.
And then her mouth parted, widening, offering a gush of heat to the sensitive shaft. A single, promising gust, for it then moved down entirely to surround her. Miko showed not a qualm, not a care in the world, as she set on her lewd course. She simply did it, reaching for what she wanted with the same elegant finesse as always. Miko had always been like that, since her time as a free-spirited fox; she did what she liked, and thought nothing more of it.
It was the same now, when her mouth swallowed up the cock’s head and pulled it into her mouth. It was oppressively hot and wet at the same time, and for Ei, an absolute delight she had not felt in far too long. Distant recollections came to her mind, but they were too distant for her to really remember just how good a mouth had felt around her cock. Such thoughts needed to be dredged from the depths of her memories, and Miko was not waiting for her to remember.
Her head simply dropped down, pink hair and all, to bury cockmeat into her mouth. With her hand tight and secure, she all but felt Ei’s prodigious girth in between her fine lips. Size, girth, all those sorts of things that would daunt the average woman seemed to matter little for the Sky Kitsune. Whether it was because of her long-lived Yokai heritage or because of her simple dedication to Ei, she took the lip-swelling girth as if it was half the size.
Ei appreciated that. She always had, and that, she remembered distinctly. Ei was big, as any god was meant to be. She was virile, too, which presented its own problem. Miko, though, didn’t mind the damned-near wrist-thick girth she was dealing with, and she simply dropped her head with a finesse that was almost dizzying. Lips rolled, her tongue stretched out, and cock found a comfortable home in her mouth.
“H-hah,” Ei stuttered out in a hot, breathless voice. She bit into her lip just a bit and furrowed her brow as the warmth and wetness of a mouth surged in place around her, fitting to her girth like a comfortable sheath. “You’re really just… Ah…”
Miko’s tongue undulated and swirled beneath the meat of her cock, forming a nice, smooth carpet beneath her cock. She drew it into her mouth with warm, wet ease, and slurped upon it with methodical pressure. It was gorgeous, really, a sensation that Ei had not felt in far too long, and now found total and utter delight in.
“Oh, Miko,” Ei groaned in pleasure. She bit her lip as Miko very simply dropped down, sliding the shaft down into the wet, brimming heat of her mouth. Saliva might have dribbled, but it did not matter. It squelched comfortably, soothingly, wrapped around her shaft with the utmost precision. It felt wonderful, and Ei soaked it in just as much as her lover did.
The Kitsune’s pink head of hair settled to a warm, generous stop just midway down, and slurped upon it passionately. It was a gorgeous moment of indulgence that Ei hadn’t felt in far too long, and so she couldn’t do anything but let it happen. Right then, right there, out into the open night sky, in a position that was ostensibly public yet furtively private.
Ei couldn’t do much, really, in the face of it. She bit her lip and reached out with her hand to tentatively flutter her fingers across pink hair, but that was about it. Miko held control, and she moved accordingly: her mouth pulling at the thickness, sliding against its hard length, drawing up and along with wet passion. Her lips rolled, stroking the shaft just right, with a wet gush that made the Shogun’s spine shiver and shudder.
“That… feels really good,” Ei groaned softly. She continued to nibble on her lip, unsure of what else to do, as her lover and Familiar bobbed her head upright. She slurped up the length of the shaft until she reached the head, then lovingly gurgled upon it. Her entire body leaned over and reclined, making herself more comfortable even through that degrading position.
Ei curled her fingers through Miko’s hair and moaned softly. There was little other that she could do, not when the Kitsune had taken such a direct, firm role in things. Her mouth gently pulled on the cock, drawing against it as she slipped up - and then pressed down far more firmly as she descended, suckling the cock straight back up into her hungry maw.
Her tongue curled and pressed against the vascular underside, greeting the cock like a warm carpet. Her lips pressed down just right, filling Ei with pleasure. Her spine buzzed and her core burned with heat, a pleasant thing that made her feel like whining. It was hot and steady and intense, very much so, and it was impossible not to enjoy something so satisfying.
“Ah…” Ei groaned. She continued to sigh in pleasure as Miko’s mouth rolled and fitted around her cock, all too easily and far too hungrily suckling about its girth. Her lips were perfectly set, entirely tight, squished down with a perfect measure of firmness. It all felt great, and Ei let the Kitsune continue on as she desired - no matter how lewd or untoward it might have seemed.
She groaned again, low and steady, as Miko’s mouth rolled along her cock. Her head bobbed effortlessly, showing a sense of inhuman finesse in her actions. She rose up, sliding across the girth, her tongue and her lips pleasurably rubbing; a friction that was downright delightful. Ei enjoyed it far more than she could have, no matter how guilty or how furtive the entire citation made her feel.
“Oh, Miko,” she moaned, “That’s wonderful, my darling…”
Miko’s eyes flicked up and locked onto Ei’s. Purple against purple, both cascading with iridescent Electro energy. The Kitsune stared at Ei even as she threw her head up and down in generous bobs, rolling her silken mouth across the many thick inches of godly cockmeat below. She suckled and she slurped with passion whilst keeping their eyes together, and for some reason, that made it hotter.
Ei wasn’t sure why, but the act of staring into her beloved’s eyes while getting her dick sucked was almost too much. It had really been a while, and she didn’t have the stamina or concentration she’d used to. At least, she was operating under far more pressure than ever before, and right then, on the slowly, lazily spinning wheel, she was getting some pretty amazing head.
Miko had improved over time, it felt like. Or, it had just been so long that Ei forgot how good it could be. Either way, it felt wonderful, and she loved it. Miko’s head bobbed perfectly, sliding up and down with wet finesse. Soft slurps echoed out with each stroke and suckle, hitting Ei’s ears perfectly luridly. Foxy ears flicked and fluttered gently, allowing trinkets of gold to tinkle. Eyes remained trained upward, as if drinking in Ei’s reactions.
There were plenty of those. Ei’s breath quickened more and more, her face twitching and twisting as pleasure rolled over it. She breathed harder, her chest jiggling oh-so-gently as she took in quick breaths. Her dick throbbed rather uncontrollably, for she had been out of the game for so long that it seemed exotic to her. But, all the same, her dick surged and throbbed with excitement, begging for something that Ei could only give in to.
“Miko, I’m - I’m close,” Ei huffed out. “I’m - I’m going to -!”
Miko did not stop, not as her head bobbed and rolled with such sinful smoothness. She slurped and she suckled and kept her eyes trained up, watching Ei’s face tightened, focus with concentration, her brow furrowing and her eyes blazing with power - coming to a quick, heady climax. It surged out quickly, and then, release.
She couldn’t help herself from bucking up her hips and whining rather fiercely. Her orgasm simply swept over her, and Ei was not strong enough to stop it. She was not sure she would even have tried to, however. It simply surged forward in a wave, and it hit her head in a sudden, dizzying wave. A flood of satisfaction radiated through her entire body, leaving her groaning.
Her dick throbbed and spasmed in tandem, surging with release. It twitched and spat out ropes of thickness out into Miko’s mouth, which remained on top of her cock, bobbing slowly and steadily. She slurped while Ei came into her mouth, blowing out ropes and strings of gooey release all at once. A flood of the stuff came out, as if from a high-pressured hose; a surge of stickiness that most would have trouble with.
Miko bobbed lazily and suckled up whatever was there, even as more and more came pouring out. Ei’s cock twitched and throbbed and spasmed, shooting out string after string of her release. It was as if the floodgates had been open, and veritably should have drowned the mouth ahead - but the Kitsune continued to slobber over the cock, suckling in each gush as it came out.
For Ei, it was a moment of hot, heady, blissful relief, where her mind soaked in an orgasm that was a long time in coming. She groaned and sighed, her body shuddering in blissful release, as it swept over her so intensely, so beautifully. She could not do anything other than groan in pleasure as she spent herself into Miko’s mouth, pouring out what felt like the contents of her balls within - and the Kitsune took every last thick droplet of it.
“Oh, Miko,” Ei whined out in pleasure. “Miko, ah…”
Miko suckled on the cock’s head, drawing in ropes and strings. She kept her gaze up, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. She knew what she was doing, and she was clearly enjoying it a great deal. Ei breathed out heavily as she came off her high, her chest wobbling with each deep breath. She licked her lips, ran her fingers through her bangs, and brushed the silly wooden mask on top of her head. She sighed, and the sound almost seemed to radiate with the thunder in the sky.
“Miko,” Ei said heavily, “That was really something else.”
Miko popped off the cock with an exaggerated, wet slurp. She licked her lips slowly and methodically, then slowly pushed herself up. Her every movement was sinful and seductive, the kind of thing that made Ei feel faint in the head. Her blood was boiling hotter than ever, urging things she’d not gone through in a long time.
“You let out a lot, Raiden Ei,” Miko drawled in a seductive tone. “You seem pretty backed up. ”
“One could say so,” Ei said just as slowly, her voice just as much of a drawl.
Miko grinned from the corner of her mouth. She licked her lips again and leaned into Ei’s torso, flattening her chest in places that were too indulgent to measure. “But as your head priestess, I think you need a bit more release. ”
Another low, husky breath. “Is that so, Guuji Yae?”
“Mhm,” the woman purred out. “And Tenshukaku is just a little hip and a hop away…”
“That it is,” Ei affirmed. “That it is.”
By the time the wheel came to a stop and allowed its passengers to leave one at a time, Ei and Miko had clothes that were somewhat more frumpled, their hair considerably more mussed, than they had entered. That, itself, would mean little to the citizens of Inazuma. Far more indicative were the various lipstick marks pressed against Ei’s neck, chest, and jawline, but no one would ever dare comment on such a thing in the presence of the Shogun.
“Oh, Ei,” Miko moaned out with heavenly smoothness. “That’s ittttt, my gorgeous god…”
Ei pushed Miko down firmly, readily, and already started to pull at the folds of her outfit. She felt riled up, passionate, and with her heart trying to break through her chest just as much as her cock was from her clothes. Her head buried itself into the crook of Miko's neck without a care in the world, dusting it with kisses.
“Show me, Ei,’ Miko said in that alluring voice, “Show me what you can do.”
Ei kissed at the curve of Miko’s neck, struggling to find those sweet spots she’d once known like the back of her hand. Her mouth planted itself down in hot, sticky kisses, each one slightly wetter than the last. She dug in and moved down while her hands fiddled with the clothing around the shrine maiden’s body, doing her best to draw it off.
She’d felt incensed and aroused the entire trip over to Tenshukaku, where Miko had only kept up her teasing caresses and probing touches. Her hands had not been idle, and it had only aroused Ei more and more. She’d been bursting through her shorts the entire trip up to her bedroom, and only barely managed to slide the door shut before throwing Miko down to her bed and simply ravaging her.
Or trying to ravage her. There was so much clothing in the way that it was actually a bit funny. Her hands pulled at layer after layer of cloth, impressed that there was so much in the way. Her mouth still planted down those hot, sticky kisses, traveling down the curvature of Miko’s neck. She moved under her jawline, over the hollow of her throat, leaving wet marks that would surely form hickeys in the future.
“So greedy,” Miko said with a soft, seductive giggle. “So eager for the taste of your maiden…”
“You might be dedicated to me,” Ei told her in a low, thrumming voice. “but you’re no maiden, Miko.”
“Why, now,” Miko giggled luridly, “some people might take that as an insult…”
“There’s no insult,” Ei replied. Her lips planted down those hot marks while her hands fiddled and pulled, drawing down neck-secured straps, sliding them across the paleness of unblemished skin. With each inch that was bared to her, her mouth planted itself down hotter and faster; sliding, squelching, nuzzling down.
Miko purred. She seemed perfectly pleased with being pinned down and assaulted by her god’s lips, and she was not idle herself. Her hands similarly pulled and shrugged on cloth, though there was far less that she could do in the heat of the moment than Ei. The Shogun had control, and she ran ahead with it.
“For such a skimpy outfit,’ Ei said thickly, “it’s quite difficult to take off. So many layers…”
Miko laughed. “You can do your best, Almighty Shogun.”
“I shall,” Ei grunted. She pushed down, pulling more forcefully, drawing on cloth in more awkward bunches. It was not graceful at all, and she was more stretching than she was really removing anything. She forcefully tugged on Miko’s chest while planting her lips down against her collarbones, using her tongue to trace out the defined ridges of bone there; as Miko mewled softly, the god preened.
She planted her mouth down in wet, clinging kisses, showering perfect skin with saliva, while tugging recklessly. A breast popped out of the tight seal of cloth for her efforts, bouncing free in a sudden, comical heap. The wobbling of flesh was entirely pleasant to the eyes, and certainly, something that Ei appreciated. She smirked and moved down with hot marks, peppering the mound of a titty with her lusty attentions.
Miko purred. “Mhm, That’s it, baby, darling…”
Her sweet words soothed Ei, regardless of how lewd they might have been. She was aware of one of Miko’s dainty hands tugging on her hair, then, combing through her bangs and worming their way into rich, purple locks. The other one started to pull at her own clothing, helping to remove the white and red cloth around her chest – but Ei kept her attention down.
Her lips rolled over a smooth breast until her mouth found a pink nipple. It was already hard to the touch, and that pleased her, too. She ran her tongue around it in a lick of exploration, and when Miko sighed, applied a bit more pressure. She flicked it, toyed with it, before dropping her mouth and wrapping lips against it. She pulled it into the slick heat of her mouth with a touch of pressure, and then suckled with a modicum of firmness.
“Mhm,” Miko mewled in assent. “That’s nice, yes…”
Her fingers curled. Her shoulders rolled. Miko both engaged with Ei and prepared herself for more, and Ei took it greedily. Her mouth suckled on Miko’s nipple with firm force, drawing it between her tight lips. She applied pressure where it seemed appropriate, for though she had once known Miko perfectly, now she felt like she had to kick-start her mind into remembrance. She had to explore the right spots, adjust to Miko’s breathy sounds, and then moved harder to adjust.
Miko moaned softly. Ei suckled and slurped on her nipple then used her entire mouth to slide down and gulp down more; a wetter, heavier kiss, laden with pressure and desire. Her hand did not remain idle either, and it happily groped the fluffy mound of breastflesh ahead of her; a perfectly doughy D-cup swell in the upper cup range, perfectly suited to the attentions of her greedy fingers.
“You always did like my tits,” Miko said with giggling boldness. “I love the way you just… go for them, darling Ei.”
Ei suckled with a wet touch, then pulled away. She moved around, peppering Miko’s chest with more kisses, sliding from one breast to another by following the natural fluffiness of her cleavage. She planted wet marks down up and over to the other titty, where she repeated her nipple-slurping antics. Miko sighed and curled fingers through her hair, apparently pleased.
“That’s a good girl,” Miko purred, as if taking some sort of authority out of the situation. “I love that…”
Ei let out a low, throaty noise of her own. She roved up, using her body up on her hands, sliding them around to more feverishly tug on Miko’s clothing. Her lips rolled down along the path between Miko’s breasts, then over her ribcage, going in a slow, steady downward path. She kissed along her stomach with wet marks, pausing only briefly to dip her tongue into her navel, before sliding down some more.
Her hands pulled with her, drawing on Miko’s fanciful, revealing outfit. She got it off bit by bit, and Miko’s shimmies and twists for the hips helped her. Ei, though, was on the warpath, and would not let simply cloth deter her. Down she went, much to Miko’s purring approval. She pulled on more cloth, drew it away with a furious tug; sliding it down long, whipping legs, even as she kissed lovingly on the V of Miko’s pelvis.
“I love a girl that knows what she wants,” Miko quipped, as coy and as teasing as ever.
Ei peered up at Miko. “I’m not very good at figuring out what I want.”
Miko laughed. She stared with smokey eyes and fluttered her pretty pink lashes down at Ei, both pleased and clearly intrigued. “Oh, of that… I am distinctly aware.”
Ei kissed between Miko’s bare thighs, then up along a single leg. It curled, offering more access, and the Shogun was able to kiss more freely. When she spoke, her words washed out softly against the skin in a hot, alluring sweep. “I get confused, and I make poor choices. I am fallible. But you, Miko…”
She kissed up, then back down, moving down between Miko’s legs. The beauty stared with a smirk and with glowing eyes, clearly intrigued, clearly pleased for more. She said little as Ei sank down between her legs and pressed a kiss directly against her core, which was as molten as expected: wet, parted, ready for sex.
“…I’ve always wanted you,” Ei said directly against her core, washing it in lovable heat. She sank down and kissed at the outline of Miko’s snatch, offering a hot, warm mark to its softness. The Kitsune purred out a happy note, but didn’t speak – not yet, at least, not as Ei went down. Her mouth might have been out of the game for a while, but she knew the theory, and understood the acts.
Her mind recalled them and her body understood them. She had programmed the puppet Shogun herself, and she had left certain things in there from her once-real body of flesh and blood. With as much skill as she could manage and muster, she dropped down and pressed her mouth against Miko’s slit. She kissed it in a long, full gesture, a wet touch that made Miko purr. The sound washed out into the bedchambers of the Shogun, filling it with the most lewdness that had been there in centuries.
“Oh, Ei,” Miko hummed coyly. “I didn’t expect this from you…”
Ei did not respond with her words. She responded with a kiss, a suckle, a touch of her mouth against the wet slit ahead. She kissed it with firm, and unyielding, force applying pressure down with her lips as best as she could. She might not have been the best at it at that time and place, but she was more than happy, more than willing, to go down on her beautiful lover.
And so she kissed, letting her lips roll against her lover’s lower folds. She was wet, thankfully, which would make things nice and easy. Her mouth rolled down against them, stroking them with a few gentle touches, just sliding around to learn how she was moving. Her mouth kissed, and she planted herself down, applying hotter, wetter pressure to the Kitsune’s molten core.
“Do you remember what you’re doing?” Miko asked in a low, vaguely teasing voice. Her eyes shone as she stared down at Ei, who kept her own head down as she worked. Her mouth moved in, lips plucking at sodden flesh, applying a few hot, wet, sticky kisses on her way down. She trailed over that luscious expanse of folds, moving across the pert, puffy pink.
She remembered where she was going, and she roughly recalled what she was doing. She sank down in a series of hot, sticky kisses, then moved up again; her neck rolling, adjusting to the shape of what she was working with. Her mouth moved up, searching, until she found the hooded bundle of nerves at the top - and pressed a kiss against there, too.
“Oh, you do,” Miko purred with brimming delight. She hummed smugly and curled her voice around as Ei pressed a sticky kiss to her clit, applying as much pressure as she dared. She moved in, kissed for a long, lingering moment, and then drew herself down with passion. She moved down and along with steadily rising passions, with thickening lusts, her mouth laying out a path of wet marks.
She kissed down, and really only just kissed, her mouth moving with passion. Yet, soon, she began to pluck at those soft, squishy folds, tugging on them with the wetness of her lips. She drew on them and suckled gently, applying pressure that had Miko gasping. Soft noises to be sure, but pleasurable ones, intense ones, the kinds that made Ei’s spine buzz with heat - and with satisfaction all of her own.
“I like that, Ei,” Miko said in that hot, pleasurable tone of voice. It spurred on Ei for just a bit more, where her lips pushed and pressed and slurped at the wonderful pinkness of Miko’s core. She drew and suckled, applying pressure with her mouth, and then punctuating it with hot, open-mouthed kisses of salivating wetness.
Miko purred, and Ei sank down. Her mouth moved in wet little touches, doing her best to get Miko ready, to make her feel good. Her tongue rolled out a half-second later, joining in on the wet touches with a lapping flick. She licked Miko’s core, tasting how eager she was, how ready she was to move on. It inspired glee within the god, and that was difficult to control.
Ei’s tongue rolled and lapped, curling through the freshness of her lover’s core. She worked along glistening petals, tracing them out as best as they could. Her tongue had not moved that way before - not this body, at least, but her mind understood. She slipped it up and along, tracing and curling, caressing everything in reach and then some besides. Her movements might not have had great skill, but she made up with it in pure determination.
She traced out lines, moved along folds and petals, and drew her tongue around in a curling stroke of finesse. She rolled up and around the hooded nub of a clit, tickling it with a flick; Ei sighed quite happily, the sound luscious and wet. She purred as Ei went down, keeping up her motions and her actions, her tongue lapping and rolling as skillfully as she could possibly manage in the heat of it.
Ei curled her tongue up and around. She traced out patterns and marks with the tip of her tongue, relying on old memories to guide her forward. She lapped and flicked and suckled, doing her best, her absolute best, to show Miko pleasure - the same kind of pleasure as she’d just gotten at the festival, because Ei was nothing if not a generous, fair god.
Mostly.
“Oh, I like that, Ei,” Miko kept on sighing. “You’re so good to me…”
She hummed and she cooed as she sank down, eating out her lover with the same hunger that she’d gotten blown with before. It was more difficult for her to manage and exchange the same sort of pleasure, but she did her best. Miko’s moans and sighs guided her, lent her confidence and assurance, and she took quick - and greedy - hold of it.
But Miko didn’t just want that, and it became clearer and clearer the more she spoke.
“You’re getting me all nice and ready,” Miko purred in that smooth, gorgeous voice, “but I think I need something a bit more filling than your tongue, baby…”
Ei rolled her tongue forward in an undulating stroke, then looked up. She smirked, winked, and pulled her body upright, lips sticky and shiny. “If you say so.”
“I do,” Miko breathed. She smiled and held out her hands, as if helping Ei up. “Now come up here, my darling god.”
Ei did. She rose up, and at the same time, pulled straps over her neck, clothes across her shoulders, and drew her furisode down. Miko was happy to help, naked and spread-legged as she was. Her smooth, deft hands pulled at a sash, and then at the parted ends of her cloth, to get her naked. Ei did it off-handedly, though, and was too busy staring at her lover’s beautiful breasts to care.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ei breathed out.
Miko giggled. “I know.”
She drew Ei’s clothes off, and the Shogun shrugged the rest off. Her own breasts were large and heavy, and even if not quite the same size as Miko’s, they were close. They slumped down proudly on her ribcage, which was slender and smooth, tapered down to a lean, taut belly. Her body carried clear signs of athleticism and musculature, with the ridges of abs and the lines of biceps, presenting utterly inhuman strength.
Miko stared at her like the god she was, and Ei felt herself throb. Her cock swelled and rose and twitched, but it was already hard as a rock. She was hungry for more, desirous for action, and she also didn’t want to wait much longer. She pushed Miko down a bit more, got her onto her back, even as her lover’s hands slipped along her arms and pressed against her abs with gorgeous firmness.
“Do you still remember what to do?” Miko teased, and Ei let out a snort.
“I’d like to think so,” she said very, very wryly. She grabbed her cock with one hand and sent it sliding down past the mound of a pelvis, bringing herself around. The other hand moved to press against Miko’s hip, holding her reclining body firmly. Anticipation filled Ei’s breast, made her spine buzz, but she remained focused.
Miko licked her lips and fluttered her lashes. Her gorgeous body extended back into the sheets, breasts bobbing, making Ei’s breath catch. “Then come on then, Ei. Show me what I’ve been missing out on.”
Ei’s cock slipped down. As the head rubbed the silken entrance before her, a hitch rose to her throat. She remained intent, though, and looked up at Miko moments before she could have thrust forward. “Do you need a safe word, or anything?”
“If I’m coherent enough to speak up by the time you’re done,” Miko quipped teasingly, “You’ve fucked me wrong.”
Ei chuckled and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
Miko fluttered her lashes. “And that’s why you love me.”
Ei smiled fondly. “ Allegedly. ”
Miko snorted out a beautiful laugh.
Ei breathed out lowly as she pushed her way down into the warm, wet entrance ahead of her. It was not her first time fucking Miko, but it had been a long time since then – long enough for her to have almost forgotten. Her movements were tentative, showing her sudden level of uncertainty. The touch of her cock against something so soft, so squishy, as a woman’s folds, hit her rather hard.
She let out that low breath, but not much more. She pushed down, using her hand to guide her, measuring the angle of her hips to slide forward. Her dick rolled and slipped on ahead, past the puffy pink of folds, and against the luxurious seal of Miko’s cunt. Her breath hiked as she pushed, all too gently feeding the meat of her cock forward in ways she only distantly recalled.
“Come on, Ei,” Miko purred, her eyes shining with anticipation and mirth together. “You know what to do... don’t you?”
Ei let out a breath of her own. “It’s been a bit…”
“But you know what to do,” Miko urged softly. Her hand slipped up along the flatness of Ei’s belly, fingertips catching on the defined bumps of smooth muscle. “You remember what I like…”
“I don’t remember you being such a greedy little thing,” Ei retorted, her voice low and thick. It seemed to please Mko for some reason or another, given how her lashes fluttered. Ei found it all a bit distracting though, really. She sent her cock sliding up, then down, brushing it against the entrance of the woman’s cunt – sliding forward and along, searching for the right angle of penetration.
Each soft touch made her spine buzz distantly, the sensations palpable and intense. The promising heat beyond called to her, and she twitched her cock around for just that right angle. It took a moment to find, and the fumbling movements almost made her cheeks heat up. She didn’t remember being so clumsy before, and in the face of Miko’s knowing smirk, she almost felt shy – but only a little bit.
“You’re going to kill a girl with anticipation,” Miko teased.
Ei wet her lips. “And here I thought you enjoyed foreplay.”
“Sometimes, darling, foreplay is horribly overrated,” Miko chirped back. Of course, Ei knew she was just saying it to needle her, so she didn’t think much of it. She stared down at Miko’s smirking, hungry face while pushing down with her hips, slowly thrusting the meat of her cock down into the wet, sopping heat of her channel. Her shaft went down easily, for Miko was wet and ready for sex. There was no snag or difficulty in Ei's downward thrust, just an easy penetration that made both of their breaths hike.
Miko released a low, shuddering sigh as Ei pushed her way down into the heat of her core. Her fingers curled, if only just a bit. Her limbs tightened and her eyes briefly narrowed as Ei pushed down, moving with her hips and with her waist. She eased the length of her cock down into the tightness of Miko’s walls, and she felt the sudden, distant pleasure hit her all at once.
Distant recollections of sex were thrown into sharp relief all at once as crushingly tight, oppressively hot insides wrapped around her shaft. The sheer, brimming warmth of a woman’s body assaulted her in a way she’d not felt in a long time, and that familiarity surged over her once more. Tightness squeezed into place with a sudden, delicious tug, offering a pressure she’d not experienced for centuries.
Tightness, wetness, assaulted her at the same time. Close-fitting walls rolled against her cock as it moved down, and brimming warmth assaulted her girth with its deliciousness. A mixture of wetness and warmth and tightness that hit Ei just right, sending flutters of pleasure up and through her body. It ran to her spine, down to her toes, prompting fingers to curl and her breath to hike.
“Oh,” Ei breathed out thickly. “Oh. Yes, that’s – oh.”
Miko let out a low, throaty laugh. It was a tiny bit strained, but by mere measures. “What's wrong, Ei? Forgot what it was like?”
“Almost,” Ei breathed out. “Almost, yes.”
Her hips pushed, burying the meat of her dick into that tight, tense hole. Insides were pressed all the way around her as she dropped her weight, but her pace was slow, with measured intent; not fast at all, just enough to sink into Miko. She didn’t want to hurt her or strain her, but at the same time, she simply wanted to get used to it all again.
“Forgetting about me? Tut-tut, Ei,” Miko purred, her voice low and curling. “You’re telling me you’ve forgotten what it’s like to bed me? For shame.”
“That’s not what I said,” Ei said. She looked down into Miko’s purple eyes and locked her gaze upon her, even then as hips pushed down. Slowly, gently, feeding her way down into the tightness ahead, moving with an almost glacial slowness. “I didn’t forget. I simply chose… not to remember.”
Miko breathed out through her nose. She curled her hand against the back of EI’s neck, almost roping her in. It was a strange, awkward little missionary pose, but they were going to make it work – Ei was sure of that.
“Choosing not to remember me?” Miko’s lips curled up. “That’s not something to tell a lady, dearest.”
“The more I remembered, the more I yearned to return,” Ei told her in a voice of shameful admittance. “The more I wanted to come back to you. So… I chose not to remember.”
Miko’s pupils dilated. She stared up into Ei’s eyes searchingly for a long moment, and then, slowly, smiled. “Mhmhm… You know, I really like that answer, Ei.”
Ei breathed deeply. Her hips pushed, driving down an inch, then another and then another besides, slowly filling Miko up. Each little bit made her senses tingly and her spine flutter with sensation, for it truly did feel good. Her cock was embraced by hot, tight, clinging walls all around, and the pleasure radiated out from her cock in waves.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Ei told her. “I will.”
“You can start by giving me a good fucking,” Miko retorted, her voice sharp, her gaze light. She bit her lip and curled her fingers, clearly feeling something from the sheer size of Ei’s dick yet not being entirely satisfied with it yet. “Give me what I’ve been missing.”
Ei released a laugh. She rolled her waist experimentally, working against that tightness, and watched the way that Miko’s face gently twisted. “Here I thought you missed me for me.”
“Not at all,” Miko playfully tutted, her eyes shining up at EI. “I missed this body, nothing more.”
Ei laughed. She laughed as she moved, pulling her hips back gently. Very gently, even then, drawing her cock out of the tight valley of a cunt she had in front of her. She still wasn’t sure how she wanted to move, but she angled herself around and tried to call up distant memories of sex. She did so while working around the actual feeling of something that warm, that tight , pressed around her, hugging her just perfectly.
Ei breathed deep as she pulled her waist around, shocked at just how tight everything was around her. Ti was narrow and squishy and clinging to her cock like a glove, such that it felt like she had to fight Miko’s pussy off when she pulled away. It almost did not want to let go of her, and she struggled with it for a moment. Her hips paused, rolled, and then slowly pushed right back down; her one hand still on her cock, holding it up, the other one planted down by Miko's head, keeping her impressive body aloft.
“Goodness,” Ei breathed out heavily. “You’re so tight around me, Miko.”
She pushed down firmly, steadily, burying her thickness down inside with a ready push. Her shaft speared in and wedged walls out around her with delicate ease, methodically stretching out the clinging tightness of her walls. It was slow going, for she didn't want to go too hard or strain Miok. Her cock was huge, and she certainly felt tight – that wouldn’t be comfortable, or so she assumed.
“I haven’t had anyone like you in a long time,” Miko said. Her voice warbled a bit, a note of strain buried in her words, but she was eager, honest, and excited. “You’re just so big, Ei.”
Her words, somehow, made Ei’s chest buzz. Heat radiated through her, and excitement bubbled up in her veins. Maybe it was the simpleness of flattering dirty-talk, maybe it was because she had Miko staring up at her with such an honest want, but it got her all hot and bothered very quickly. The back of her neck prickled as she drove herself down with such slow, methodical moments, tenderly rolling her cock into her lover.
“As loath as I am to say it,” Ei told Miko, “I think I’d be offended if you did have someone.”
Miko purred. Her voice warbled with breathiness, but it was still the same smug noise as always. Her fingers curled as both hands pressed against Ei’s body, cupping the back of her neck and gently fondling her abs. She felt Ei up while the god moved and rolled with her hips, working about half of her cock through the tight passage of her cunt.
“Mhm…jealous, Ei?”
“Of course,” Ei told her. “You’re mine, Miko. Even if become too silly to remember it.”
Miko laughed. It was a noise filled with intoxicating delight, and Ei savoured it. She indulged in the sounds and the pleasures as he slid her hips backward, drawing her cock out of that tight, clenching passage. Her movements kept their slow pace, not at all hurried, as if just feeling out what she could do. Half of her cock rutted back, drawing away with a distinct buzz of pleasure.
She released another slow breath. The hand which had been bracing her cock swept its way upward, sliding along Miko’s gorgeous calf, then up over the flat of her belly, to stroke at her skin. Miko was just beautiful beneath of Ei, a vision of womanly perfection cast in moonlight-pale skin. Unblemished and silky, she was like some lurid painting stretched out before her – and she loved it.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ei told her. She pushed down again, her hips struggling to find a good rhythm for movement. It really was not easy to remember how to move her hips around after so long without it, and more than that, a trial itself to work her cock in and out of that clenching tightness ahead. “You’re a glimpse of divinity, Miko.”
“Are you waxing poetic, Ei?” Miko purred out. Her hand curled against the back of Ei’s neck, and the god’s breath hitched in her throat. "Flattery won’t get you far in bed, I’m afraid.”
“Of course it will,” Ei told her thickly. “You love being flattered.”
Miko barked out a surprised laugh. She moaned not even a second later as EI rolled her hips around just right, hitting a more sensitive spot. Her dick delved into those tight clinging walls, spreading them apart about her girth as best as she could manage. It was like trying to discover things she had forgotten ages ago, but she is more than happy to try.
“Your face makes the moon jealous,” Ei praised. “And your body is the envy of gods.”
“Now, now,” Miko tutted with shining eyes, “You’re going to make me blush, Ei.”
“That’s fine,” Ei said. “Blush for me, I care not.”
Miko chuckled, and Miko moaned. She bit her lip and shuddered as the shaft speared down into her tightness, working through her with each passing moment. It brought strain to Ei’s body, however. The tightness was shocking, the wetness was mind-consuming, and the effort of movement was a bit much for her inexperienced body. Though realistic to a fault, this body had never experienced the pleasures of sex, and it confused her mind.
“Come now, Ei, you can go harder for me,” Miko then purred, which only made Ei’s concentration waver a bit more. “You can fuck me properly. ”
“Y-yes - yes, Miko,” Ei breathed out heavily. She bit her lip and frowned and thrust, her hips moving with long, hard, thorough strokes, driving down into the wet seal of Miko’s cunt. It was nowhere near as easy as she wanted it to be. She breathed harder and harder by the moment, her brow furrowed in tight concentration, struggling to handle herself in the heat of the moment.
Miko eyed her up. She sent her hands sliding, cupping and squeezing Ei’s breasts even as they jiggled and wobbled. ‘Come on, fuck me nice and hard!”
“I - yes -” Ei said in hotter, heavier words. She thrust down, spearing forward, doing her best to move - and not doing all that well at all. She paced herself, breathing through her nose, but struggled with the movements of her hips. She didn’t want to go too fast and hurt Miko, but she was also struggling to adjust to sex again. It was a mixture of sensations, and changing that was difficult for her.
“Come on, Ei,” Miko continued to moan thickly. “Show me what I’ve been missing…!”
Ei thrust down harder and faster, working herself forward into that gorgeous seal of tightness. It truly did wear at her senses more and more, making her breath quicken and heave. Her breasts wobbled as she threw herself down into the throes of sex, and her abs crunched with muscular exertion as she worked herself backward and forward.
“That’s it, move your hips, Ei,” Miko groaned. “Come on, baby, fuck me just like that…!”
Ei thrust down a bit harder still, her cock rutting and rolling and gyrating and pushing with hungry intent. And yet, her pace was not that fast, not that hard, as if she was afraid of hurting Miko. Her pace reflected her care, and for Miko, that was not enough. She purred and bucked up, her hips pushing, sliding against the thrusting mast of a cock; going for more.
“Fuck me, Ei, fuck me - ”
It wasn’t that Ei couldn’t match Miko’s ferocious tempo, but rather that it was, in fact, ferocious. The woman pushed back against her hungrily, desperately seeking more, and Ei pushed herself to meet it. The god thrust and scraped, her cock grinding along soft, squishy inner walls, seeking purchase - and finding a slippery mess ahead. It made her groan a bit more, and then a bit more besides, as her concentration slipped.
“Miko, I can’t -” She stammered, her cock now throbbing intensely. “I have to - I’m - ah… ”
“More, Ei!” Miko whined. Her eyes were feverish, almost glowing with the light of Electro. “More, c’mon, baby, I know you can -”
But Ei couldn’t. She was moving too fast, too hard, with too much concentration, after too long of not doing that. Her cock throbbed too much, pulsated too heavily, and wore her down far too fast. She groaned, she gasped, she bucked her hips, and she pulled back in a hot and wet squelch of action; pulling out of that wet cunt as fast, as messily, as she could, because it was too much.
She groaned, cock throbbing, and came right out on top of Miko’s belly. Hot, gooey spurts of cum lashed out across her pretty skin, staining it with warmth. It was a sudden, wet heap, marking Miko out in a way that was almost whorish. Ei did not think about that. She considered nothing about it. She, instead, shuddered and spasmed, the pleasure hot and thick and just downright intoxicating.
“Ah…” Ei groaned. “Miko…”
Miko similarly breathed hard, but her eyes remained bright. She watched as Ei spent herself on her stomach, painting her with ropes and strings of release; hot, gooey, and messy. Ei groaned the entire time, her body shaking and shivering in the throes of climactic release; generous, pleasurable, and highly satisfying.
“That was faster than I expected,” Miko teased.
Ei met her eyes, and found them to be coy.
“You used to last longer,” Miko continued to drawl. Before Ei was even finished, Miko’s hand reached out to grasp at her cock and tug it up into her hand. She squeezed and pulled on the slick flesh, drawing out a few beads more of gooey-thick released. “And I don’t remember you ever pulling out before…”
Ei laughed huskily down at Miko’s face. “H-hey… It’s called being safe. ”
“Who says I wanted it safe?” Miko said, her voice just as teasing, just as mocking.
Ei licked her lips. She stared down at the beautiful woman and groaned softly as a hand rolled along her cock, gently stroking its thickness. “Miko…”
“You still have more in you, no?” Miko licked her lips. She pulled her magnificent body up in front of Ei’s eyes, getting up onto her knees on the bedding, Breasts just about touching, eyes staring intently. “You can go for another round or two…”
Ei licked her lips. Her cock was still throbbing, and she knew that Miko wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. “Yeah. I can.”
“Then this time, I want you to fuck me right, ” Miko purred, and Ei listened to every syllable rolling off her tongue. “I want you to fuck me so hard I see lightning.”
Then, Miko moved. She twisted her body around with graceful finesse and intimate sluttiness, her chest wobbling in the throes of eager motion. She twisted herself up, and around, and dropped down to the bed on her hands and knees - into a doggystyle pose, nearly picture perfect. She settled there with slutty ease, her spine arched and her ass up, presenting a view that made Ei want to groan.
Miko then lowered herself even more, settling herself not onto her hands, but onto her forearms; her tits almost pressing against the bedding. Her spine formed a sinful, seductive inward arch, catching the eyes and the light together. It all made Ei’s mouth water and her pulse throb. It was all the sexier when Miko looked over her shoulder to lock eyes, and then far more besides when she waved her child-bearing hips from left to right in a gorgeous wave.
“Show me what you’ve got,” Miko purred out into the air, her voice a hot, enticing rush of sexual desire. “Come on, Ei. You can do it for me, can’t you?”
“You’re such a tease, Miko,” Ei said in a thick, guttural voice. She still felt pleasantly exerted from what she had just done and gone through, yet nowhere close to finished. “I love that.”
“Of course you do,” Miko agreed. “I know what you like, Ei, and you know what – Mmmfmgh!”
Her words were cut off by a loud, mewling moan. Ei’s hand had all too roughly, all too briskly, come slapping down against the mound of her ass, hitting it nice and hard – more than enough for flesh to quake and to shiver around in the wake of it. A good, solid thud, where skin hit sin and clapped out messily for it. It had been a long time since Ei had done that, but she found the sudden jiggling of flesh just as enjoyable as she’d remembered.
“I know what you like,” Ei said, finishing Miko’s words perfectly. “And I know how to give you what you want.”
She brought her cock up and along with her free hand, and did so with a rough thud and slap. Skin clapped against skin as the two met one another, drawing out soft, heady little mewls of breath for it. Ei dragged her cock up, pressing the thick, swollen ahead against sticky, sodden folds, and moved with determination.
She pressed herself forward and buried her cock into the smoothness of her folds, getting herself a good bit of purchase. Her cock’s head pressed forward, jabbing into the soft, spongey seal of pussy – pressed against the entrance of her tunnel. Hips rolled, testing her angle, but it was all done in a quick second. She didn’t linger, and she didn’t hesitate. He knew what Miko wanted, and she was perfectly happy to give it to her.
Honestly, Ei was not sure why it came naturally to her, but somehow, the act of slamming her hips forward, of ramming with her hips, came easily to her. With a push that was almost too easy and with a contraction with muscles that were almost too adept for that sort of thing, she sent the meat of her cock thrusting forward. That huge, thick length of flesh, larger and more powerful than any other, pounded down into the tightness of Miko’s body.
The Kitsune squealed instantly. Her voice came out in a hot, gasping breath as Ei thrust down with twice the speed, twice the power, of before, driving her cock inside as she would a spear. It was a perfectly-aimed sword-thrust of potency, a mind-addling rush of intensity that spread tight walls out around her shaft all at once. Cockmeat plowed down carelessly, driving walls apart with intimate ease and finesse. Her insides were stretched around her cock far faster than before, forced to swell into rough accommodation of her dick.
“Oh, fuck, Ei,” Miko gasped happily, if with strain. “Oh, that’s what I was talking about!”
Ei laughed, but the sound was thick. She squeezed Miko’s ass with her one hand and brought the other up to grab at her gorgeous hip, using it to steady herself. She pounded forward on that one rough thrust, but the angle was not perfect. She called up her old skills, but her movements were not as precise as they had once been. The head of her cock smashed against a tight section of clinging skin, pressing in a way that made Miko wheeze rather than moan.
“ Nnngh ,” Miko then hissed, but the sound was still filled with pleasure and contentment. “Getting rough, huh?”
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Ei asked, though her voice was teasing. Her hand squeezed into Miko’s plentiful ass, squishing the generous flesh around in her fingers. She dug in hard and bent it out of shape for a long, full moment, then yanked back with enjoyable intent. Cock drew back fast and smooth, grinding along the length of a soft, fluttering pussy – inches and inches back, with pleasurable intent.
Her rolling hips allowed her cock to stir at the tightness of Miok’s folds, and without any reason or desire to take it easy, she could really angle herself around however she wanted. Her core muscles flexed with unconscionable power, pushing her dick against those tight, clinging walls, even as she pulled backward. Miko yelped at her touch, her hips twitching, which Ei found particularly pleasant.
“Come on, Ei,” Miko urged even then, as she pulled back out of her perfect pussy. She looked over her shoulder with a smouldering set of eyes, practically burning holes into Ei’s. “hurry up and fuck my brains out.”
“You are so hot, Miko,” Ei groaned. She thrust with her hips and moved with her core muscles, using every ounce of her fit, toned body to her full advantage. “There’s no one in this world more perfect than you.”
Her words of praise were matched by the explicit actions of her hips, which sent the wrist-thick swell of her cock ramming down into her lover. Inches and inches of cockmeat slammed down and impaled tight walls out, filling them up to the brim and back again. Insides shuddered in place, quivering about the swollen length of her cock – barely able to handle it, or so it seemed, though Miko was perfectly intent to try.
The Kitsune moaned out in a long, luxurious voice, the kind that people would sing songs about. She cursed in a guttural tongue as Ei crashed down into her wet and sodden core, moving with more speed, with more power, than before. She had been afraid of hurting Miko, but her lover wanted it. She wanted her in every way that she could have her, and that was an intoxicating thing indeed.
“Yessssssss,” Miko moaned out in that hot, sexy voice. She bit her lip and lowered her head even more while arching up her spine, forming a more sinful curve. Her ass was up there in front of Ei’s eyes, and she gripped it tightly with her one over-eager hand. “That’s what I was waiting for, Ei!”
Ei let out a low breath. She gripped Miko’s ass hard, and was rewarded with a spill of flesh around her fingers. Her fox’s ass was nice and plush and really just perfect for that sort of thing, and she could tell that in an instant. All of Miko’s body was perfect, though, and it was impossible for her to get over it. She was feast for the eyes and for the senses, and her cock was more than happy to be buried into that snug embrace.
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Ei asked in a low, dangerous voice. She swung her hand around in time with her hips, offering another brisk clap to Miko’s ass. The skin thwapped gorgeously before her eyes, and she drank up the sight of it with pleasure. “I didn’t realize you were this starved for attention, Miko, baby…”
Her hand rolled over Miko’s waist, sliding along her flanks, cupping and caressing the crisp white skin no matter where it was. She pressed down on the Kitsune’s gorgeous body while rolling and moving with her hips, driving her cock in deeper, harder, on the next push. Her cock sank down into those crisp folds, wedging them apart with her sheer girth. It was a size too much for many, but not for the Kitsune – not one single bit.
“It’s been five hundred years,” Miko gasped. “You can’t just fuck a girl until she sees stars and then leave, Ei!”
Ei laughed aloud. “You’re right -I shouldn’t have.”
“So now,” Miko said in a guttural tone, “You’ve gotta make up for it.”
“I see that now,” Ei replied, her eyes burning with electricity. “I promise to make up for it.”
Her hips moved fast and hard, yanking cockmeat out of those tight, clinging depths In a rush. She fought off Miko’s tightness in a display of intense, muscular exertion, and swung her hips around not even a second later to plow herself back down. Her stomach muscles rippled with activity, using millennia of hard-worked strength to simply move her nine inches of a cock as one would something half that size.
The effect was immediate. Miko moaned gutturally as she was utterly impaled by inches and inches of thick dick, the thing she had been asking for the entire time. She groaned loud and clearly as the shaft slammed down into her wet, glistening core, impaling her nicely and thoroughly. Her tunnel was comfortably stuffed, stretched out to the very hearty brim by her god’s shaft – and she still wanted more.
“That’s it, Ei!” Miko moaned happily. “ Fuck me , come on and fuck me harder!”
“ Hah – fuck, of course,” Ei breathed roughly. She swung herself around, getting a better angle with her hips. Her knees dug into the bedding and her posture shifted as she struggled to swing herself around better, faster, more thoroughly. Her hands moved around Miko, possessively cupping her spin. She squeezed down on the narrowness of her waist and applied pressure to the perfect arc of her spine, using that for purchase.
Hips swung down, powering cock deeper, faster, and harder. She slammed inches and inches of herself forward,d burrowing into the sweltering tightness of her Kitsune’s cunt. Walls stretched and fluttered beautifully around her cock, and Ei growled in enjoyment for it. The pleasure of sex was distinct and heady, that was for sure. It felt great around her cock, and Ei couldn’t deny it.
“You feel so good around me, Miko,” Ei told her. She stared down at the perfect arc of Miko’s spine and the upraised curve of her ass, and felt desire burn through her breast. “You’re so perfect around my cock, my beautiful Kitsune.”
Her movements grew in tempo and smoothed out in pace. It took some time for her to remember those age-old movements, to call upon ancient techniques, but her body slowly adjusted and coped. It was like picking up a weapon she’d not used in a while; her body remembered the motions it should make after some practice, and she was getting it right then.
She slammed down harder and faster, working herself forward with messy intent. Her hips moved with more power and more force, using every bit of athletic prowess to swing on ahead. Her abs contracted and rippled with exertion as she threw herself down, putting her body into stark relief. Her fluttering musculature had never been clearer than it was right then, presenting a body that one could grate cheese off of. All of that while her breasts wobbled and jiggled upon her chest, shaking in the throes of sexunal fervour.
“Celestia above, fuck, yes,” Miko groaned out happily. “That’s it, baby, that’s it, move your hips just like that –“
“You’re still asking for more?” Ei breathed out a laugh. “You’re too greedy for your own good, little fox.”
Her hands moved further down, sliding and pawing at Miko’s backside. Her hips swung down harder and faster, burying herself inside with more fervent force. She was slamming away at Miko now, burying her dick inside at a more rapacious, more brisk, speed. Her shaft swung in and out with determination, working through the wonderful, sweltering heat of the pussy ahead.
“I want it all,” Miko gasped happily, enthusiastically, with curling pleasure. “Give it to me, Ei!”
Ei laughed. It was difficult not to be swept away by the tides of Miko’s enthusiasm. The slutty fox wanted it all, and Ei gave it her all in long, broad, spearing strokes, hammering down with more power, with more force, by the second. Her hips thudded down against the curve of Miko’s ass, adding hotter sounds of pleasure up to the air. The thickener noises thwapped through the room, carrying with them clear notes of lewdness.
“Just like that, yessss,” Miko moaned encouragingly. “Like that, Ei, fuck –“
“Miko,” Ei breathed roughly. She squeezed down on luscious white skin and pushed down hard and fast, plowing her way into the sodden heat again. Her hips began to really hammer against Miko’s ass now, smashing into the upraised curve of flesh with hungry simplicity. Skin hit skin with dizzying claps, the sound barking through the room as loudly as the clashing of blades.
“Harder, Ei,” Miko groaned, still spurring her on for more. Her spine arched and her ass raised up, as if to accept those brutal, punishing blows – and Ei gave her more. Her hips swung down to smash against the upraised curve, taking what was offered and utterly abusing it. Skin hammered together as Ei’s machine-like hips plowed downward, hammering and slapping with messy intent.
Ei moved with resolution, her hips swinging with determination. Skin crashed against skin hard and fast, slamming into the fleshiness of the woman’s ass ahead. Skin thwapped and clapped messily, offering a bounty of bouncing flesh to the eyes. Ei drank in the view, absorbing the messiness of sex with pleasure. Watching Miko’s ass bounce and shudder in front of her was beautiful beyond reckoning, and it looked far and away better than she’d imagined it in the past. The wobbling, shuddering display of whiteness made her soul buzz, though she could not say why.
“Your ass – ah, the way it bounces is mesmerizing,” Ei said in a crude, guttural voice. She pressed down against it, greedily enjoying the thwapping of skin against her hips. The soft, fleshy mass was perfectly suited to her blows, accepting her much like a pillow. “It feels… larger, Miko.”
“Mhm?:” Miko moaned out.
Ei’s lips curled. “I think being a lazy little fox has given you a bit more to play with.”
Miko gasped indignantly, "Why, Raiden Ei, I have no clue wham mmmmghhh!?”
Ei, still chuckling, grabbed the top of Miko's head and shoved her right down. The girl squealed, then, as she was driven face-first into the pillows below, smooshed and smothered there like any common tramp. Buried head-first, held down by Ei’s merciless hand, Miko could only gasp in raw, heady pleasure as her god took control and ran with it.
“Such sweet sounds you make,” EI praised with a grin. Her eyes burned with electricity as she slammed hops downward. slamming away at the rounded curve of Miko’s fluffy ass. Skin smacked against skin in a loud, dizzying arc, which pleased Ei to no end. She groaned and sighed as she hammered away, enjoying everything that she could and then some besides.
Miko’s ass accepted her blows happily, greedily, shivering and shuddering in the throes of pure messiness. Skin smashed together with rapacious, rapid intent, and plowed alongside itself with each insensate stroke. Ei’s hand extended outward, showing off a steely-hard bicep, while her hand held Miko’s face straight down. Buried into the pillows, the Kitsune could only moan and bite down with her fangs.
“ Mmmfgh !” She moaned in a hot, muffled voice. “T-that’s it, Ei, fuck me just like that you f-fucking stud –!”
The whorish, slutty words appealed to Ei. For some reason, they were exactly what she wanted to hear after so many centuries away, and it left her libido buzzing. She plowed down with reckless intent all the while, hips swinging in the throes of hard, mechanical lust. With Miko’s boy face-down, ass-up, she had all the angle and leverage in the world to send her cock plunging straight down – and that was precisely what she did, stroke by stroke, thrust by messy, powerful thrust.
Skin crashed together and wobbled out of shape. It thwapped and shuddered and bounced around as Ei hammered forward, burying her long, thick slab of a cock inside again and again. Dickmeat plunged into that warm, sweltering chasm, utterly impaling it. Miko squealed for each thrust, no matter how back-breaking, how eye-watering, it was. No one else, no one, would take Ei like that. No one physically could.
“Fuck!” Miko moaned into the pillow, her voice a hot, muffled gasp. “Yes, just like that, fuck, right there - !”
Miko’s arms, which had before been supporting her doggy-style body, rose up, whipped around, and grabbed hold of the pillow she was now buried face-first into. She wrapped her arms around it and compressed inward, bunching up the fabric around her face. All Ei could see, now, was a woman clutching onto a pillow, her head so buried that only the pink of her hair was visible – and that was enough for her.
“This is what you like, yes?” Ei husked out, her voice a dangerous pur of arousal. “This is how you like it, correct?”
Down her hips went, moving at a truly brutal beat of clapping, smacking, and thrusting. An intense pace, but for a Kitsune, for a Yokai, hardly out of the realm of the ordinary. There was a reason why Ei was so big, after all: she’d been meant for inhuman standards, and those were played out right then and there, right before her eyes.
“You want me to fuck your brains out?” Ei continued, her voice breathlessly intense. “I shall oblige, but don’t blame me if you don’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Her hips worked with mechanical force and power, plowing and slamming with fearsome gusto. Skin smashed against skin as she hammered away at the fat curve of the Kitsune’s ass, clapping her cheeks with each stroke. Skin met skin and sent it bouncing up in a gorgeous rhythm of pure sexual abandon. It was a beautiful sight of clapping, wobbling flesh, and Ei drank in it.
She drank in all of it. She stared at the soft, white curve of her spine, at the way that it curled and it swivelled about. Miko arched her back more and more, all very catlike, as she was utterly reamed out – and she was loving it. She clutched the pillow and moaned into it even as Ei firmly held her head down, causing her to moan and whine into the sheets themselves. She soaked it with drool and with saliva, staining it with her molten release, while gushing back against the shaft inside.
“SO good!” Iko cried out happily, but dizzily. “Right there, right there, don’t stop, right there, Baal, fuck - !”
“Baal?” Ei laughed. “Oh, I’m not fucking you hard enough to start using my religious name….”
She held down on Miko’s head, worming her fingers through her pink hair, while slamming with her hips. Her other hand was tight against her waist, holding her nice and steady, body forming a steep inward curve that for others would be an acrobatic feat of incredulity. The Kitsune performed it easily, perfect in her devotion to her god.
“…At least, not yet,” Ei concluded.
Skin smashed together. Moans washed out in loud whines. An ass clapped messily, thwapping egregiously, while fingers tensed and clenched. Ei smashed her cock through Miko’s molten core, and felt her wetness bubble up more and more. It had always been wet, but this was messier, sloppier, and thicker; a rush of juices that really only could mean one thing.
“Right there, right there,” Miko maned in her muffled, messy voice, “You’re gonna – I’m gonna – mmmfgh !”
She squealed hoarsely. Her entire backside twitched and spasmed, offering a beautiful shudder up to the eyes. Ei breathed out deep as she paced herself, thrusting her cock into the sudden, clenching seal of a woman’s orgasmic pleasure. Miko came around her cock, quite as easily as that. It lacked finesse, but that was what Miko wanted. She didn’t want someone to treat her like Guij Yae Miko, she wanted someone to fuck her brains out like a total slut in heat.
And that was what she got.
Miko gasped, spasmed, and came around her cock, bursting in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. Her insides tightened, pressed down, and spasmed hard; they clenched down around the meat of her prick with intoxicating, delirious intensity. Hot, squishing, squeezing walls assaulted her shaft, sliding into place and rippling hard. Wetness surged against her in an ocean of warmth, making her mewl.
“Cumming around me?” Ei asked, though it was not for any reason other than a show of confidence. “Hmmm, that’s it, little fox, that’s what I like to feel…”
She scratched the top of Miko’s head, stroking her between her ears. She applied pressure and rolled her hips gently into that suddenly squeezing, rippling tightness, working her shaft forward in bits. It was a fierce stabbing that Miko was sure to feel – if she could feel anything beyond her sudden, blissful climax. The woman moaned and shuddered into the sheets, almost assuredly destroying the pillow with her teeth.
“ Mmmfmgh !” was all she was able to offer up with her voice. She moaned into the pillow, hot and horny and lusty, showing a level of pleasure that was dizzying. Ei soaked it in just as much as Miko did, for feeling a woman spasm and climax around her cock lie that truly was indulgent. It felt good. Really good, and she liked it. It warmed her dick and battered at her senses, drawing out thick groans from her throat.
“I love it when you cum for me like this,” Ei praised. “I love it when you show me just how badly you want me.”
Her hips rolled fiercely, pushing, sliding, her cock through that wet and spasming seal of flesh. Cockmeat ground along tight walls to draw out further yips and whines of approval. She smirked when she heard it. Her fingers curled, still scratching at Miko’s hair, waiting for her fox to come off her high. She waited for her shivering to subside, her insides to stop their writhing, for the pleasure to die down.
“F-fuck…” Miko whimpered into the pillows. “F-fuck…”
Ei let out a breath. She leaned in over Miko, drawing her impressive body down with a flutter of her muscles and a shifting of her abs. “Mhm… how was that, my sweet? Was that what you wanted?”
Miko breathed hard into the pillows. Her voice came out in a muffled whine, lost in the bedsheet she had been smooshed into. “It wasn’t… bad.”
Ei chuckled. She curled her fingers harder into Miko’s hair, digging into the smooth pink of her locks, and pulled hard. She moved with rough force and drew her up in a heartbeat, wrenching her entire body upward from the base of her hair alone. That was more than enough to lift the woman up, and Miko squealed out as she was raised; drawn up and up into the air, up against Ei’s breasts, smooshed into her embrace with indelicate ease.
A second later, Ei’s arms were wrapped around her belly and across her chest, hugging her and cupping her. She pressed down against her belly and groped one of her breasts in a rough, over-eager hand, squishing and squeezing tightly. He dug in and bent, kneading it out of shape with strong touches. Miko squeaked and groaned for all of it, clearly taken back by the sheer ferocity behind it.
“Not bad, is that it?” Ei teased, her lips pressing kisses against the back of Miko’s ear. “Mhm… is that so?”
Miko panted hard, her breath coming out messily. “Y-you’re – you can do better…”
Ei’s lips curled up. “Oh, if that’s the case…”
Ei groped her breast roughly, squeezing it in her palms, and then released it. She pulled on Yae Miko’s entire body at the same time, twisting it, pushing her off the pillar of her cock with a wet gush – an obscene, sticky pop that echoed out and rang out with loud, dizzying quality. Miko whined as she was all but thrown forward against the sheets, and then mewled even more when Ei’s strong hands grabbed her and spun her around.
In an instant, in a second, Ei’s firm, ferocious grip twisted the beautiful woman around onto her back, and then forced her down. Her hands moved rapaciously, showing her raw, sexual hunger, and the depth of her firmness. She almost felt as though some part of her had been unleashed, and for all her roughness in the last position, she was now even less inclined to take it easy.
She grabbed Miko’s gorgeous legs and yanked them apart, spreading them none too gently. As the Kitsune squealed pleasurably, Ei wordlessly pulled her legs upward. She drew them into the air until her feet pointed at the ceiling, or thereabouts, and then sent them slapping down against her shoulders – another acrobatic feat of stretching that many girls would have found irksome.
“Oh, Ei!” Miko gasped out. Her voice was thicker than ever, carrying notes of desperation that was almost dizzying. “Oh, my god, yes –“
“That’s right, Miko,” Ei breathed happily. She set Miko’s legs against her shoulders, feet practically dangling by her ears, and pushed down hard. “I am your god.”
She sank down, legs and all. She pushed them toward Miko’s body and pulled on her waist with her hands, drawing the busty beauty down across the sheets. She half-yanked Miko beneath her athletic body, folding her in half like a pastry. Bent and shoved and trapped beneath her dominant body, Ei locked Miko into nothing short of a mating press: sloppy, rough, feral, and somehow, perfectly suited for a god and her Kitsune familiar.
“Sing your praises to me however you wish,” Ei continued in a low voice. Her hips rolled with muscular power, drawing her cock down against the smoothness of a pelvis and over the softness of wet, squishy folds. “And I shall give you whatever you desire.”
“Then give it to me hard,” Miko groaned, her voice a desperate, shaky plea. “Let me worship you with my body –“
“You’re more worthy of worship than I,” Ei chuckled, her eyes shining – glowing. Her hips rolled, grinding the meat of her cock against warm, wet folds. Her one hand planted itself beside Miko’s head, and the other one moved to cup her chin powerfully. “But I’ll give you what you want.”
“Please, my god, yes – “ Miko started, and then broke out into a hoarse, sharp whine. At that moment, Ei thrust; no tentative searching for her, no careful measuring. It was a straightforward slam of her hips, a forward rutting of her cock, driving inches and inches of her cock forward all at once. Hard, rough, and fast, she speared into the luscious tightness of pussy ahead, cramming away with devastating force.
Miko squealed out with whorish excitement, and Ei groaned in a heady pleasure all of her own. Slamming down like that felt utterly amazing, and there was no doubt about it. Crashing her cock down into that hot, wet, molten core was incredible, and the sheer, brimming heat that surrounded her distinctly pleasing. Burying herself inside under her own power, at her own force, was pleasing beyond belief.
“Fuck!” Miok wheezed out in a hot, dazed breath. She had been getting it hard the entire time, but now, pinned as she was in a mating press, her body locked and turned up, an easy downward track to pound into. Pound, Ei did. Her cock sank down at a powerful pace, crashing through her lover’s molten core to totally, utterly impale her cunt with cock.
The rubbery head hammered against something spongy and squishy, or so it felt; Ei had reached her deepest spot, and Miko’s body shuddered under the impact. Her spine arched and her beautiful breasts wobbled, but pinned down as she was, there was little space to be had. She could only gasp beneath of Ei, wracked by the sudden, eye-watering pressures of sex.
“mhm!” The girl squealed out hotly. “F-fuck, Ei, you’re so fucking deep!”
“I know, my sweet, I know,” Ei said in that warm, reassuring, and dominant tone of voice. “And you’re taking me so well, too.”
Her hips rolled and adjusted with hard, muscular force, stirring up the wet seal of Miko’s pussy about her shaft. Her hand toyed with plentiful breastflesh, kneading it out in her hand. Her movements felt far more instinctive than they had been moments before, where her body and her mind adjusted to the requirements of sex. She wasn’t waiting for anything more or less, and simply moved.
She pulled back, whipping herself free of the tight, grasping embrace ahead. Her cock smashed at soft petals. Grinding against the wetness of Miko’s snatch, in the most beautiful of ways. Insides gushed and squished down against her shaft, offering a gorgeous, clinging seal of flesh. It felt amazing, and Ei soaked in the pleasures of sex and the friction of movement just as much as she did the beautiful woman beneath her.
Miko squealed, the sound hot and hoarse, whereas Ei simply purred. She adjusted her body and whipped her cock back, tugging it inches and inches free – but not for long, not for very long at all. She swung herself around and reversed course very easily, and she sent the meat of her shaft plowing down with the same rough, reckless intent.
She plunged down, burying the meat of her dick into Miko’s tight, sopping hearth. Inches and inches of cock roughly slammed on ahead, plowing down with more force, and far more recklessness, than before. There was no grace to the motion, nothing but the power of a god unleashed – and Miko took it with squealing glee, her voice rising up in a hot, horny gasp of overstimulated bliss.
“Mhm!” She whined out, her voice a squeaky wheeze. “S-so d-d-deep!”
Ei breathed out as she crashed down, bringing skin against skin with a hot, dizzying thud. They crashed together, pelvis against thighs, sending a loud smack through the air. Miko’s legs teetered alongside Ei’s head, her toes quivering as she was utterly stuffed and rammed full of dick. Inches and inches down, the entire length plundered and plunged into her hole as if it was nothing at all.
Most people couldn’t take that. Most people wouldn’t, but Miko, a Yokia, and someone who was entirely invested in getting her brains fucked out did. She cried out sloppily, of course, and threw her head back messily, but Ei enjoyed the sights. She grinned and smirked and squeezed her Miko’s tit, bending the flesh around in her hand, while moving her body in the rigours of muscular passion.
“Like that, Miko?” Ei breathed. “Like the way my cock fills you up?”
Miko wheezed, her breath shuddering out from between her teeth. “Oh, my god, you’re so big, it’s so – f-fuck 0”
Ei whipped herself around, moving with careless ease. Her stomach muscles fluttered, offering an insane view of strength to the eyes. There were many people more muscular than Ei in the entirety of Inazuma, no doubt. Few, though, could still match her strength, that of an inhuman god, further augmented by synthetic capability. She could wield her cock as she did her spear, and Miko knew that.
“Hmmm…” Ei purred out. Her eyes crackled with electricity as she leaned up and over her lover, covering her with her body. “I love the way you moan your praises.”
Her hips swung around, fervently slamming down into Miko. Her cock plunged into the warmth of her core with indelicate ease, plowing apart walls and stretching out her insides. Thankfully, Miko’s body accepted every inch of her, no matter how back-breaking it might seem. Her pussy was a perfectly tight seal about her dick, and each movement sent buzzing pleasure up Ei’s spine.
Her body swung and met Miko’s upturned thighs again and again, hitting it at the right angle to send her legs wobbling. They teetered comically in the air, her calves fluttering across Ei’s shoulders and her feet dangling by her head. Loud, fleshy whumphs of contact echoed out as Ei battered down those soft thighs, using them as a pillow and a rest for her to enjoy.
“Fuck!” Miko gasped. Her hands whipped up, removing themselves from the sheets they had been tangled into, instead, grab and grasp at Ei’s neck. “E-Ei, f-fuck!”
Her scratchy wheezes echoed out into the air as Ei hammered down and away at her, using the mating press to the fullest advantage possible. Claps and thuds echoed out as Ei made full and messy contact with Miko’s pinned body, compressing her down more and more by the second. Every inch of her insides was plundered by the thrusting length of the god’s cock, which worked through her with rapacious, steady intent.
“That’s it, my sweet,” Ei breathed out, “Moan for me, moan my name –“
“Ei!” Miko squealed. Her fingers curled and scratched at Ei’s neckline, pushing into the skin as if to mark it. Maybe she was, Ei did not know. She honestly didn't care. She let Miko cling to her as she moved with powerful, muscular intent, swinging her hips around and hammering forward for the sole purpose of fucking the woman into a senseless heap.
Miko’s feet curled and almost hooked around Ei’s neck – or so it felt. Her legs shivered and trembled as Ei’s body bore down, but they had nowhere to go. They were pinned against her shoulders and driven down toward Miko’s mewling face with each stroke, showing her perfect submission to her god and lover. Each punishing thrust, each messy repetition, only made that clearer.
“So – fucking – big -!” Miko wheezed breathlessly. The air was being fucked out of her lungs each time Ei thrust balls deep, and it became clear with each breathy whimper she offered. “So – damned – amazing!”
“I know, I know it is,” Ei agreed with a growl. Down she went, her cock swinging and thrusting, hammering away with utterly lavish, and ludicrous, intent. Cockmeat speared through the fresh, crisp seal of the woman’s snatch, driving in and out to the sound of wet gushes. Juices slurped and squelched about her shaft, roiled and drawn out with each thrust.
She was practically churning Miko’s release with each thrust, turning it into a slick, messy lather. EI didn’t mind it; the heat, the warmth, it all lulled her into an easy, reckless rhythm. She breathed in pleasure as she threw herself down, her muscles flexing and pushing, her breasts bouncing on her chest all too proudly. Her long braid of purple hair flopped around, but mostly hung limply over the side of her body and pooled against the bed.
Miko’s hair was splayed out around her like a halo of pink, some of it even mussed in her hair. It looked laughable, and Ei loved it. She stared down at her beautifully twisting face, at her rolling eyes and her lolling tongue, and loved it. Parted pink lips, the lolling push of a tongue, the way her pink eyes rolled and twitched – it was beautiful. Ei loved it.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Ei swore gutturally. Her hand, which had been on Miko’s breast, left it, and rose up to cup the back of her head instead. She scraped fingers through the luscious pink, curling, and untangling, enjoying the way that Miko mewled and moaned. “I love having you beneath me.”
Miko squealed, her eyes rolling. Fingers curled and clenched, digging into the skin and pinching hard. Ei didn't mind it, but a feverish fire had burned within her. Her other hand moved around, with her weight adjusted to her knees so she could angle her body around. With her weight on her knees and the strength in her core, she held herself perfectly upright -and freed up her hand to move around, too.
She grabbed Miko’s hands one by one and twisted them down, then forced them around, to pin Miko’s slender wrists up above her head. With one hand, she pinned down both of Miko’s, neutralising them both breezily. The Kitsune’s fingers curled and wrapped around her hand, whining fiercely, as she was taken and pinned. Cockmeat rammed and reamed down, plowing away with lavish intent, Ei moving with reckless intent.
“ Mmfgh!” Miko whined. She shuddered as Ei pinned her hands down above her head, capturing them effortlessly, while the other hand worked against pink hair. She sent her hand sliding, running around a smooth cheek, then down over a chin. She squeezed firmly, and Miko shuddered all the harder. Her entire beautiful body trembled, and Ei took clear advantage of that.
She took advantage of everything. She held MIko’s wrists down and slammed into her wet, exposed core, reaming it out with each hard downward slam. Her shaft all too easily sank into the warm embrace of her folds, stuffing it all up to the brim and then some besides. She jammed herself downward with lavish intent, and the clapping strokes of sex rang out louder and thicker by the moment.
“That’s it, Miko,” Ei groaned, “Moan for me, beautiful, moan for my cock -”
She squeezed Miko’s chin as she moaned, and she pressed her thumb against her lower lip the more that she thrust downward. Skin clapped against skin, causing legs to wobble and rock wildly. Feet teetered alongside Ei’s neck, but she entirely ignored it. She ignored it all, thrusting and slamming away as she was into that warm, wet sheath ahead. The Kitsune squealed out more and more, all to Ei’s pleasure.
Her finger pressed down harder, applying more pressure to Miko’s lower lip. The other wrapped up writhing wrists with far more pleasure, and dug in hard. Her entire body was in motion, and she used every ounce of herself to fuck the Kitsune just right. She slammed in and down in long, thorough strokes of motion, cramming herself in up to the hilt and then some besides. Balls thwapped and smacked against her lover’s core, adding to the surreal lewdness of it all.
Miko moaned harder, her mouth parting, and so Ei plunged her thumb down into her mouth itself. She squished it down with her thumb and smirked, enjoying herself almost a little too much. Dominating Miko’s tongue, capturing her wrists, plowing her in the sloppy mating press - it suited her perfectly. It had taken her some time to hit her stride, but now she was going wild with it.
“That’s it,” Ei repeated, because she did not have much else to say. Her stamina truly was burning hot and fast as she exerted herself, but she kept at it. “That’s it…!”
Her breasts bounced as she moved, but nowhere near as intensely as Mik’s. They were in wobbling fits - and yet they were too pinned beneath Ei’s body for much. The god rolled her way down, slamming, and resting on top of the captured legs. They bounced and teetered across her muscular shoulders, but remained in place. Everything about the sex spoke of raw, dominating power, the kind that caused lightning to crackle in the sky, and that was exactly what Miko wanted.
She had been left quivering, shaking, the entire time, and now her insides were twisting and spasming even tighter. She squished and gushed around the fat slab of a thrusting cock, which crashed down again and again with rapacious ease. Her quivering folds were tamed just as much as her drooling tongue, and that was what got Miko off. It was what had her insides tightening more and more, and Ei could feel it.
She groaned for it.
“Cum for me, Miko,” she groaned, “Cum around my cock-”
Miko did. It was no result of Ei’s beckoning words, but just because of what she wanted. Insides gushed and squelched as Miko rapidly bucked her hips up, almost riding Ei’s dick - and then, unceremoniously, she came. She moaned against Ei’s thumb, her eyes rolling up halfway into her skull, her spine arching and smooshing her entire gorgeous body up against the Shogun just that much more.
She came around Ei’s cock, flooding it with yet more heat, washing it with more stickiness, and assaulting it with hot, milking squelches. Those muscular insides kneaded at Ei’s cock as if demanding that it cum, but the Shogun held off for a few more moments and a few more seconds. She thrust down hard and fast, fucking her lover through her climax and nailing her for just a bit more - and more, and more.
“Good girl,” Ei husked, “Such a good girl for me.”
She felt her own strain rise, her own need thickening, but she held it off for just a bit longer. It made her concentration tighten, her brow furrowing as she struggled to move. She slammed in and down, fucking Miko through her orgasmic release to make sure that she felt good. Each stroke filled Ei with pleasures of her own, a glorious sensation of squeezing and kneading that left her head spinning.
“Just a bit more,” the god groaned, “Just a bit more -”
Miko was far too gone to care or notice. Her eyes were rolled out, she was drooling around a thumb, and her body bucked in the bliss of orgasmic satisfaction. She spasmed and shuddered, her ears even twitching, as she soaked in that raw, unyielding pleasure. Ei just had to keep on thrusting, keep on moving, hammering down even as her own dick throbbed and swelled and built up a need to release that she could not control.
“Miko,” she gasped, “Miko!”
She slammed down for what was the final time, and yet the second since arriving back to her room. That was enough for her. She pushed down hard, her balls tensing and swelling in the throes of release. Her dick pulsates with dizzying force, urging out a climax that was quite some time in building. She let go, submitting To the raw, pulsating waves of pleasure that slammed onto her head.
The tough rigours of sex, the concentration, all melted away after A single moment - replaced, instead, with the raw and heady bliss of release. She came just like that, submitting to her baser urges and simply letting out her load directly Into Miko's tightness. It might have been against common sense, but she understood what her woman wanted; she would not deprive her of it any longer than she had to.
Ei grunted and groaned And came, just as suddenly as that. Her dick throbbed and pulsated and spat out its load, all hot and fast and quick. A sudden, rushing, gooey stream, a flood of cum, blasted out into the wet, clinging heat of Miko’s cunt. Seed sloshed out as her cock pulsated, offering strings and ropes of utterly messy release straight on ahead.
She came inside of Miko, plastering her with heat. She did it raw, and did it without thinking and without caring. She probably should have, but in the heat of the moment, she didn’t think twice. She just came, letting out her load with a groan of relief. Heady, blissful satisfaction radiated up and down her spine, leaving her trembling contentedly.
Miko moaned against the thumb on her tongue, forming useless words and whines. She shuddered, but remained entirely, comfortably pinned beneath Ei. She did nothing but shiver in pleasure as she was stuffed up by gooey ropes of cum, which found a comfortable home within her; curling and sloshing around to make for a particularly obscene mixture of liquids.
But Ei didn’t think about that. She thought only of her own pleasure, which, at that point, blindsided her, left her gasping for air. She panted and rolled her hips with rhythmic strength, jutting and arching her shaft just a bit more. She rolled it through the sloppy heat ahead with each jerky touch, sending pleasant shivers and shudders through their bodies. Her cock throbbed in release, offering out a few more jets of her load.
Ei groaned and thrust, her hips arching and pushing just a bit more. A few more ropes, a few more streams, emptying out her balls for a bit longer. She groaned and sighed and pushed, her pelvis gyrating and sliding on ahead. Her cock spent itself, but all Ei did was bask in the soft, heady pleasure that came with it. The relief of satisfaction and the contentment of a job well done buzzed through her, leaving her feeling nice and light.
“Miko, oh, Miko,” Ei sighed. “That was incredible.”
She looked down at Miko, who was flushed of face, with watery eyes and a reddened neck. She looked positively sloppy, and in the very best of ways besides. She looked fucked halfway out of her skull, and the expressions that flitted across her strained face pleased Ei to no end. The way her tears ran, the stickiness of her makeup, the shiny layer of perspiration that clung to her heaving skin - all of it was a distant memory brought to life once more.
She pulled away, slowly. She let go of Miko’s hands, allowing them to tremble alone, and she removed her hand from her lover’s mouth to let her clumsily haul in breaths. Ei’s entire body relaxed, and so as the Kitsune took in deep, panting breaths, the Shogun released her hold on those fine legs and allowed them to drift down. She almost got Miko comfortable beneath her, tenderly untucking her from the brutal mating press.
“How was that, my sweet?” Ei asked, her tone low. She leaned over Miko again, but this time rested on top of her in a more gentle touch. Their skin, gently sweat-lined, rubbed together smoothly. Abs against softness, breasts touching and rubbing. She ran her hand through Miko’s hair in a more tender, loving gesture, which made the Kitsune pur appreciatively. “Was that what you wanted?”
“It… wasn’t bad…” Miko breathed out, panting her words. She sounded blissed out of her mind, yet still coherent enough for teasing speech. Her eyes took seconds to refocus and center up on Ei, as if coming out of a deep, foggy sleep. “Not bad at all, Raiden Ei…”
Ei chuckled. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Miko’s mouth, causing her to mewl appreciatively. “Not bad? You were moaning pretty loudly…”
“What do you think I’m going to say?” Miko panted, her voice as teasing as she could muster. “T-that you made me s-see stars?”
“That stammer is more than enough,” Ei murmured. She leaned down, her hair pooling about her shoulders. She gazed upon a flush-faced, wide-eyed Miko, took in her shiny lips and watery eyes, and found her to be gorgeous. “You really are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Miko let out a stuttered laugh. “There’s the Raiden Ei I missed so much.”
“You missed me, hm?” Ei asked, her words curling in her throat.
“I always missed my god,” Miko replied coquettishly, but eagerly, with lashes fluttering.
Ei’s lips curled up. She leaned in some more and began to slide her lips against the contours of Miko’s jawline, offering breath-quickening touches and kisses. “Well, I have no wish to leave such a loyal maiden unsatisfied… ”
“Oh?” Miko breathed powerfully, but with pleasure. “What a generous god, too.”
“We’re going to have to keep on going,” Ei said as she kissed along Miko’s neck, leaving marks that might even bruise come morning. “All night long, Yae Miko.”
Miko purred out a pleased sound. “As I said before, Almighty Shogun… If I’m still capable of forming words, you haven’t fucked me hard enough yet.”
Ei laughed huskily against the hollow of Miko’s throat. “I promise that by the time we’re done, you won’t be walking straight for the week.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Miko agreed with a little moan and a fox-like mewl.
Ei purred and went down, happy to continue.
I’m so glad you brought me out of the Plane, Yae Miko, she thought to herself as she moved, happy and ready to pick up where she’d left off some five hundred years past. Each moan that left Miko's lips felt like validation; validation over her choice to abandon her personal, perhaps misguided, notions on Eternity. I’ve missed this.