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In the wee hours of the early afternoon, when the sun had just started to crest over the center of the sky, and the lethargy of an over indulgent lunch break was just starting to set in for those whom it was allowed, the pace of an overspecialized Public Security branch was grinding to a halt. H.A.N.D. was, relatively speaking, having somewhat of a slow day. Miyabi had taken a small squadron into Hollow Zero, some non-combative members handled paperwork or managed independent contractors, and some simply meandered about, pretending to look busy in case someone important came by.
Yanagi, however, wasn’t fortunate enough to be able to slack off. While she might not have been chosen for the dive into Hollow Zero, she was still up to her neck in files, and forms, and reports. She wished she could’ve been in the field—more than anything else, she did—but, even still, if she had a job to get done, she was going to do it. She worked with incredible efficiency, too; what some might’ve taken all day to accomplish, she took hours, at most.
It felt like a breath of fresh air, then, when she heard Miyabi and crew had finally returned. Miyabi herself stopped by to check in once they had, but she didn’t stay for long, desperate for rest, and needing to file paperwork of her own. The second member of the crew, Harumasa, stopped by, as well, but he stayed for even shorter—apparently his boyfriend had brought him lunch. It was the third member that truly put a smile on Yanagi’s face, though. It was Soukaku.
She stood up from her chair, and immediately Soukaku pulled her into a hug, face nestling into her chest, while Yanagi scratched at the girl’s scalp.
“So? How was it?” Yanagi asked, doing her best to tilt Soukaku’s head upward.
“Hm.” Soukaku hummed cheerily, face staying squarely in Yanagi’s bosom before finally relenting to the older woman’s will. “It was fun. Miss Miyabi really let me go all out this time.”
Yanagi could only raise an eyebrow at her. “Oh did she now?”
Playfully, Soukaku lifted one of her arms up, flexing her bicep. “I showed ‘em who’s boss; that’s for sure.”
It made Yanagi giggle, finding her adoptive daughter’s antics all too endearing. “And do you have a report to file now that you’re back?”
“Yeah,” and Soukaku sighed, letting her face fall back into its spot at Yanagi’s chest. “I’m tired, though.”
“Well, it’s only a little bit longer, and then we can go home, okay?”
“I know.” Soukaku said it like a whine, though, arms tightening around Yanagi’s waist, not wanting to let go.
They stood like that for a while, bodies pressed together, Soukaku’s face nuzzling into Yanagi’s breasts, while Yanagi herself let a hand rub up and down the younger girl’s back. It was peaceful, and calm. It was everything she wanted for the girl, back when they had met, and as she watched her grow up.
After a moment, though, Soukaku looked up, chin resting against the top of Yanagi’s chest. “Mom?”
Yanagi couldn’t stop her face from turning pink. No matter how long she’d known the girl, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to being called that. “What is it, sweetie?”
“I’m hungry.”
It was a simple, obvious statement, but it was one Yanagi knew full well the implications of. “There’s lunch in the fridge, if you weren’t able to eat in the ho-”
“No, mom.” Soukaku frowned, lips turning down into a pout, face nuzzling back into Yanagi’s breasts. “I’m hungry,” and she stretched the word out ad nauseam, turning it into a whine.
Yanagi shifted from foot to foot. “Can't it wait until we get home, sweetie? I don’t know if that’s-”
“Please.” Soukaku interrupted her, begging, pleading with her eyes, doing everything she could to convince the woman.
“Fine,” and Yanagi sighed, rolling her eyes. “But make it quick, okay? Mom’s got a lot of work left to finish before we go home.”
Soukaku simply smiled wider than ever, humming in delight, as she pulled Yanagi in even closer. “Thanks, mom.”
Like that, with Soukaku’s arm around Yanagi’s waist, and Yanagi’s slung over her adopted daughter’s shoulder, they made their way to a small, relatively unused storage closet. Yanagi took a quick look before they entered, head whipping back and forth to make sure no one was watching, or, god forbid, following. Once satisfied, though, the pair made their way inside, and Yanagi made sure to lock it once they had.
Soukaku was ecstatic, practically bouncing from foot to foot; it seemed the tiredness she spoke of earlier had almost entirely vanished. “I missed you, mom.” She said, pressing as close to Yanagi as she could, as the older woman undid the first button of her shirt.
Yanagi paused to ruffle Soukaku’s hair before continuing with the second, and third buttons. “You’re getting older, Soukaku; pretty soon you’ll be an adult. You’re gonna have to spend time away from mommy eventually.”
“But mom.” Soukaku whined, immediately pressing her face against the exposed flesh of Yanagi’s tits as soon as she could. “I don’t wanna grow up. I wanna stay with you.”
Yanagi simply smiled, tilting her head up, and placing a kiss on her nose. “It’s okay. Your mother will always be here for you, sweetie, no matter how old you get.”
Soukaku’s eyes slid shut, humming in delight, and, once Yanagi had her shirt all the way open, she wasted no time in pressing her face to Yanagi’s bra. “Do I have to wait much longer?”
“Not much longer. We have to be quick, remember, baby?” As she spoke, Yanagi pulled her bra up, her ample breasts bouncing as they spilled out of it.
Immediately, Soukaku took a large, puffy pink nipple into her mouth, sucking like her life depended on it. Yanagi, however, placed a hand on one of the girl’s horns, and pulled her away.
“I know I taught you manners, young lady. It’s just mommy now, but you still need to say please and thank you, understand?”
Soukaku groaned, shoulders slumping. “Please can I eat now, mom?” Exasperation was the only thing in her voice, as she spoke.
“Good girl,” and Yanagi scratched at the younger girl’s scalp. “Now you may, yes.”
Soukaku’s smile was larger than ever, as she once again pressed her lips to one of Yanagi’s nipples. She let her tongue roll around the bud, slowly working it out, making it stiff, and her cheeks suctioned, sucking as hard as she could, one hand coming up to squeeze the same breast her lips were attached to. She was so very enthusiastic, pressing herself so close to Yanagi that one of the woman’s legs ended up between her thighs, lifting her up slightly, to give her a better vantage point.
Yanagi simply sighed, and she bit her lip, as Soukaku sucked away, letting a hand run through the younger girl’s hair. She had gotten so much better at that than she used to be. Not that that was what the point was supposed to be, mind you—at least, that’s what Yanagi would say—but it was a nice added bonus, so to speak. Yanagi couldn’t stop her breath from running short, couldn’t stop her face from turning pink, or little sighs, or groans from falling past her lips.
Slowly, Yanagi guided Soukaku’s other hand up, placing the younger girl’s palm at her other breast, guiding her to squeeze, and palm, and scratch. Soukaku’s claws were dull, but, fuck, they still felt so good against Yanagi’s skin. Her hand was rough, and calloused from all her combat training, too, so the way it constantly rolled back, and forth over Yanagi’s nipple never failed to make the older woman squirm, despite how much she knew she shouldn’t, despite how twisted up inside deriving pleasure from her daughter made her feel.
“Mom?” Soukaku wasn’t all that knowledgeable when it came to sex—or knowledgeable at all, really—but that didn't mean she couldn’t hear the way her mother’s heart pounded in her chest. “Does it feel good?”
Yanagi, eyes half lidded, face flushed red, simply cupped Soukaku’s cheek, holding her gaze. “Don’t worry about mommy right now, sweetie. Weren’t you hungry?”
“I wanna make you happy, though, mom.”
Yanagi could only smile, hand carding through her adoptive daughter’s hair, and guiding her lips back to her chest. “You make mommy very happy, baby. Mommy promises.”
She could feel the way Soukaku hummed happily at her chest, could feel the way she eagerly lapped at the sparse droplets of milk that Yanagi eventually produced. It made her so happy. It warmed her all the way to her core, pussy wet, dampening her underwear, but she knew she couldn’t do anything about it right now. Part of her felt guilty for thinking about her adoptive daughter like that, but another part of her was already imagining how hard she’d cum when she was finally able to get herself off while thinking about her tonight.
As Soukaku suckled at her breast, however, Yanagi could feel something getting hard against her thigh. It was the thigh she had squarely between Soukaku’s legs, and, whenever she shifted, whenever the younger girl’s hips twitched, she could hear, could feel, her adoptive daughter whimpering, and groaning. It got to a point where Soukaku was instinctively grinding down against Yanagi’s thigh, rocking her hips, even though the girl herself didn’t understand why, didn’t know why it felt so good to.
As out of it as she was, when Yanagi finally realized it was Soukaku’s dick pressing against her leg, she froze. She didn’t know what to do. She had been with Soukaku like this many times before, but, if Soukaku had ever gotten hard during it in the past, she had never noticed. She certainly hadn’t ever gotten her off. A mother, and daughter together like that, adopted though she might’ve been—that’d be unacceptable, especially if someone found out. That’d be crossing the line, plain and simple.
Wouldn’t it?
Eventually, Soukaku’s mouth fell from Yanagi’s breast, instead letting her cheek rest against it, as her hips bucked. “Mommy.” She whined, so high, and tense, and it was then that Yanagi realized that, with Soukaku, with her sweet, innocent daughter, there were no lines she wouldn’t cross in order to make her happy.
So, as Soukaku breathed warm, and wet against Yanagi’s chest, Yanagi let her hand trail downwards, down to Soukaku’s crotch, palm rubbing at the outline of her shaft. “Soukaku.” She cooed ever so sweetly.
Soukaku looked up to her, a mix of fear, and confusion in her eyes. “M- Mom?”
“What’s this, baby?”
“I- I don’t know how to make it go down.” She bit her lip, looking away. “I’m sorry, mom.”
“It’s okay,” and Yanagi pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then her cheek. “How often does it happen?”
“It happens every time; it just-” Soukaku’s breath caught in her throat, as Yanagi continued to stroke her through her pants. “It makes me embarrassed.”
“It’s completely natural, I promise. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Yanagi removed her thigh from between Soukaku’s legs, then, turning them around, and pressing Soukaku’s back to the wall. “Can you show mommy?”
Soukaku simply nodded, staring at the ground. “I guess so.”
Slowly, Soukaku undid the button at her waistband, pulled down the zipper of her pants, and slid those pants partway down her thighs. Like that, Yanagi could see the outline of her cock through the tight boxer briefs the girl wore. She could see the vein running down the middle of it, could see the precum that beaded at the tip, could see the way it stretched the fabric nearly to its limit.
Soukaku, it turned out, was packing a good deal more than her small frame advertised.
It was then that Yanagi dropped down to her knees, hands raking down the sides of Soukaku’s lithe frame, and, now face to face with her daughter’s ample bulge, Yanagi pressed a kiss to her shaft. “Does it hurt, baby?”
“No, it-” Soukaku groaned, when Yanagi pressed her thumb to the tip. “I don’t know. It feels weird.”
Yanagi gently slid down Soukaku’s boxers, and the scent was the very first thing that hit her. It was obvious the girl hadn’t showered after returning from the Hollow like she usually did because the smell was strong, and musky. It was a mixture of arousal and body odor, of precum, and sweat, and it made it so incredibly hard for Yanagi to stay focused. It made her mouth water, and her pussy clenched around nothing, knowing full well what it so desperately wanted, despite how much she also knew she shouldn’t.
Before doing anything else, though, despite being face to face with Soukaku’s twitching cock, she placed one hand on her own breast. “You know how this special spot is for you, baby?”
Soukaku simply nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well this special spot is for mommy.” Yanagi let her hand wrap around Soukaku’s shaft, slowly stroking up, and down, from the head, all the way to the base. “That’s all it is, sweetie; there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. When it gets nice and hard like this, it just means it’s mommy’s turn to eat.” She pressed a kiss right to the tip, tongue lapping up precum.
Soukaku seemed barely able to control herself, hands shaking, trying desperately to keep her breathing regular. “R- Really?”
“Mhm,” and Yanagi trailed a line of kisses to the underside of it, letting Soukaku’s cock lay against her face, as she worked towards the base of it. “It’s a good thing, too. Mommy was just starting to get hungry, you know?”
“Okay. Um. Y- You can eat if you want to, mom.”
“Thank you, baby.” Yanagi pressed a kiss to Soukaku’s stomach, right above her crotch, and she guided one of the girl’s hands to her hair. “Here, all you have to do is hold onto mommy’s hair. You can watch, or close your eyes, or whatever you need to do. Just make sure to tell mommy if you feel anything strange, okay?”
Soukaku nodded quickly. “Okay.”
Then, Yanagi finally parted her lips, breathing in deep through her nose, before taking the head of Soukaku’s cock into her mouth. The taste was like nothing, and no one else she had ever had before. It was sweet at the front, salty, and pungent, as it hit the back of her pallet, and Yanagi couldn’t tell whether it was because she was an Oni, or because of the hormones Soukaku had been on, but she leaked like a faucet, too. Precum practically coated her tongue, and she could tell that the way she hummed at the flavor sent shivers all the way up Soukaku’s spine.
As she took her further, though, Yanagi decided her favorite part wasn’t how her daughter tasted. No, it was watching her squirm. Every shift downwards, every stroke of her tongue, or relaxing of her throat, every grip at her chest, or press forward against the girl’s legs had Soukaku trembling, fighting back moans, trying to stay quiet. It was just so very cute. She could tell Soukaku was trying to stay gentle with how she gripped her mother’s hair, but, when she finally reached the base, and Soukaku could feel herself hitting the back of Yanagi’s throat, the way she tugged at her scalp was delicious.
When Yanagi started bobbing her head up, and down the length of Soukaku’s shaft, the younger girl threaded her other hand through Yanagi’s hair, as well, holding on for dear life. The slurping, and gagging, as she choked on her daughter’s sizable length certainly didn’t help, either. Soukaku’s knees shook, her breathing grew heavier, her heart pounded in her chest so hard she could taste it in her throat. She knew—or thought she knew, at least—that the point was for Yanagi to have something to eat, but, fuck, it just felt so good. She didn’t even really know why, either.
Yanagi’s mouth was just so warm, and wet, and the suction of her cheeks, as she bobbed up, and down made her plush lips drag against Soukaku’s shaft so tightly. Yanagi held her gaze for as long as she could, too, but, eventually, Soukaku got too embarrassed, too overwhelmed to keep staring, squeezing her eyes shut, and letting the physical sensations take over. Her mother’s tongue curled around her shaft, licking at the bottom of it, and pressing flat against the tip whenever she reached the top. At one point, Yanagi put a hand on the back of Soukaku’s thigh, giving herself better leverage, and oh my god. Soukaku didn’t think there was anything that could feel nearly as good as that.
Eventually, Soukaku felt, well, something. She wasn’t quite sure what. It was like a pressure, building in her stomach, and behind her eyes, making her fingers tingle, and her toes curl. It was a pressure right at the base of her cock, making her whole shaft twitch inside Yanagi’s mouth. She felt it building rapidly, over taking her, and she knew something was coming. She just didn’t have a clue what.
She remembered what her mom had said, though, and she spoke up. “M- Mom?” It came out as a moan, high pitched, and breathless.
“Hm?” Yanagi just hummed, not slowing even a little.
“It- It feels weird. Ah-”
With that, Yanagi removed Soukaku’s dick from her mouth, choosing instead to pump rapidly with her hand. “What does, baby?”
“It- I- Oh, mommy.” Her hips bucked in time with Yanagi’s hand, voice catching in her throat. “I don’t know. Something’s coming.”
Yanagi pressed a kiss just beneath the head of Soukaku’s shaft, then, smiling. “That’s normal, sweetie; don’t worry.”
“It- It is?”
“Mhm,” and Yanagi drank in all the precum she could, tongue sticking out, and rolling over the tip. “It is, baby; I promise. That’s mommy’s food.”
Soukaku couldn’t speak, instead choosing to let her head lull backwards against the wall, eyes squeezing shut.
Yanagi’s hand dragged down the base of Soukaku’s shaft, and squeezed. “You’ve been such a good girl for mommy, Soukaku. You can let it out, okay? Don’t hold back, just let it all out into mommy’s mouth. You don’t have to be afraid, baby.”
With that, Yanagi went back to vigorously sucking Soukaku off. She bobbed her head faster than ever before, worked even harder to drive Soukaku higher, and higher. She wrapped a hand behind her daughter’s thigh once again, and, with the other, she made sure Soukaku’s grip in her hair was as tight as it could be.
Soukaku came without warning. One spurt, and then another, dick twitching with each one, and, surprised though Yanagi might’ve been, she was even more surprised when her daughter pulled her hard by her scalp all the way to the base of her cock. Like that, Soukaku came directly down her throat, twitching, and pulsing against her tongue, and the younger girl moaned with every single shot. She couldn’t help it. Buried in her mom’s throat, with her hands in her hair, and her mother’s hand just below her ass, staring down at the older woman, tits still on full display—there was nothing she could’ve done to fight it.
She felt like she was on fire. She felt like the whole world was spinning, like someone had put fog in her brain so thick that it made it hard to think, hard to breathe. Fuck, it felt so good. It felt like it’d be so easy to get addicted to that feeling, to having her mom’s lips around her cock, pulsing in the back of her throat until she was completely drained. She moaned, and whimpered, and doubled over above Yanagi, doing her best to stay balanced, as pleasure ricocheted through her entire body.
Yanagi couldn’t have been happier about it. Soukaku’s cum tasted so good, like before, but amplified a hundred times, still thick, and heavy, as it traveled down her throat. She didn’t let a single drop spill, swallowing everything Soukaku gave her, and using her hand to work out everything she hadn’t. There was so much, too. She figured it must’ve been a product of never cumming before, but, fuck, Soukaku filled her to the brim, making it hard to breathe.
Eventually, Soukaku’s grip loosened, and, though the younger girl might’ve thought she was done, Yanagi still worked at her, pulling back until just the tip was in her mouth, and stroking her slowly, and firmly, making sure to get every single drop she could. It made Soukaku’s legs shake, and the grip she had used to pull Yanagi in with she now leveraged to push her away.
“Mom.” She whined, voice shaky, clearly lightheaded. “Stop.”
Yanagi pulled back, pressing a kiss to the tip of Soukaku’s dick, before letting it fall back between her legs, half hard, and spit slick. “Did that feel good, baby?”
Soukaku shifted from foot to foot, clearly still finding it hard to think. “Um. Well. Are you still hungry?”
“It’s okay if it did, sweetie.” Yanagi could only smile, tucking Soukaku back into her underwear, and pants. “It’s natural. You can tell mommy.”
“Yeah. It did.” Soukaku nodded shyly. “It felt really, really good, mommy.”
“Aww, well that’s okay,” and Yanagi pressed a kiss to Soukaku’s stomach, before standing back up, and pulling her in for a hug—the kind that had her daughter’s face pressed against her still bare chest. “You’re getting older, you know? It’s normal for these sorts of things to happen.”
Soukaku didn’t quite understand. “What? What does that have to do with it?”
It made Yanagi chuckle, and she pressed a kiss to the girl’s forehead. “Nothing, baby. You’ll always be my little girl, Soukaku, no matter what.”
She could feel Soukaku grin against her chest, and hum happily. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you, too, sweetie. Now, don’t you still have work to do?”
Soukaku’s smile quickly turned into a frown. “Yeah. I don’t want to, though.”
“Well you have to do your work, okay? And once you’re done, we can head home, and have dinner.”
“Okay,” and Soukaku sighed.
Once Yanagi had the pair of them put back together, doing everything she could to hide the signs of what they’d been up to, she opened the door to the closet, peering around, before they left. She could tell it was still on Soukaku’s mind, though, but she couldn’t blame her. It was certainly still on hers. She figured it would stay that way for a long time, but she had work to do, as did Soukaku, regardless of how the taste of her daughter’s cum still lingered in her mouth, regardless of how her cock was still wet with her mother’s spit.