Three Hundred And Thirty-Seven – R18/Contains Sex
“A drink?” Motoko and Natsumi exchanged a glance, faces red, before Motoko slowly nodded. “Perhaps that would be wise. I find my throat rather dry.” She admitted, and Natsumi giggled softly.
“Mine too. And my stomach aches as well, and my chest is tight…”
As I retrieved a bottle of sake, pouring three small cups of it out, I looked at them again. “I have to say, you both look absolutely stunning. Those furisode are amazing. Well, it’s not just the clothes, of course you both look beautiful as well.” I grinned then, teasing them. “I’m a very lucky man, aren’t I?”
Their flushes deepened, Motoko’s going almost as red as her long-sleeved kimono, which was a delightful crimson, with beautiful white flowers. That’s no store-bought one, that’s for sure. I have an idea where they ca from. She was wearing matching hair ornants, beautiful red flowers, and her face had been lightly made up, to make her eyes look bigger, and her lips were shining with a faint hint of red, unlike her usual clean appearance, and the gap with her ordinary looks and deanour was exciting.
“So, these are from your family, right Natsumi?”
She nodded, her smile broadening. “They are. I even did so of the embroidery myself. I started so ti ago, hoping to see Motoko married in a furisode I had worked on myself. I thought it could be the only way I’d have to be with her on that day, considering I’d be dismissed as a bodyguard when we graduate, and I’d likely have my own marriage arranged. I told you, right? I want us to be married in beautiful kimono or dresses the Hori family created.”
“Oh Natsumi.” Motoko was tearing up. “I too wished you could be there, but it seed impossible.” She took the sake from , her long fingers, slightly calloused from her constant training, but still soft and feminine, lingering on mine, her touch hot. “But now… well, this is not a formal wedding, but…” she took a sip, the strong sake contributing to her flush. “… it is a wedding. Our pledge.”
“Well said.” Natsumi said gently, drinking so of her own alcohol, as I did the sa, feeling the pleasant sting of it in my throat. “I still want us to wear my clothes when we marry in front of our families, the other nobility… and all the other families.” She giggled charmingly. “That will include all sorts of spiritual beings too, right? But for now… these clothes will do.”
“Well, beautiful as the clothes are, you two are more beautiful.” I said, and I ant it. All of my girls were different, even the Japanese ones, and understanding their quirks and charms was sothing I was only just scratching the surface of. Motoko was elegant, graceful, yet driven, bold, unwilling to concede, while Natsumi seed quieter, but had a wicked sense of humour, as well as being loyal, dedicated and kind. Really, they were the perfect flowers of nobility, if you asked my opinion, more so than the brash, selfish Mayumi-san, or the timid Miyu.
“Really? You are not simply flattering us?” Motoko asked, and I could see her vulnerability, her need for reassurance. Beside her, Natsumi blinked as well, waiting for my answer. I first paused, refilling our cups with a little more sake before adopting a serious expression.
“No, I’m not. Well, I’m your fiancée, of course I want to flatter you both shalessly. But I think it’s just your nerves talking.” I said, gesturing to a mirror over by the wall. “Look at your reflections, both of you. See? You’re both stunning. Don’t worry though, I’m nervous too.”
“You?” Natsumi asked in surprise. “Why?”
“Well why not? I know you probably hear Eri and Shaeula talking, maybe Hyacinth too, but I’m not very experienced myself. But even if I was… the first ti is always special, and I’ll rember it for a lifeti. So, we probably don’t want to get too tipsy, it’ll spoil the fun…” the way they both looked eager and nervous at the sa ti, flushed faces sweaty, was simply adorable, and made want to hold them both close to . “… how about a toast? To proof that we’ll be together forever, and the two of you will never have to part.”
The two of them exchanged a look, before Motoko spoke for both of them. “I like those sentints. Natsumi, Akio, I am… well, I admit to being hesitant still. When I travelled to your hotown, I admit to being selfish, only thinking of what benefits I could gain.”
“ too. I’m so ashad.” Natsumi murmured.
“Then we got scared. I was so certain when I knelt before you, but then when I was back at my family ho, in the cold light of day… it was as if a bubble burst.”
“I know just what you an. I knew I was just taking advantage, and seeing you waver, I wavered too, of course. Back then…” Natsumi looked in the eyes, and her brown orbs were filled with regret. “… if it wasn’t` for Motoko, I never would have considered you. I’m sorry… I’m not as worthy as Hinata, or any of the others.”
“Back then?” I asked, getting to the heart of the matter, wanting all of this out in the open. We had touched on it before, when I accepted them, but if we were to truly beco lovers, then I wanted it to be clear, our emotions and hearts all aligned on it.
“Now… well, I’ve seen your kindness, and you’ve never rebuked us for our selfishness. Not just us. You treat everyone the sa.” She said. “I am treated no differently to Motoko, and while part of can’t help but find that wrong…”
“Oh, Natsumi…” Motoko sighed.
“…I also find it makes happy. Perhaps…” Natsumi looked at Motoko with a slight smile on her red lips. “… if you wish to back out now, Motoko, I think… I would still offer myself here.”
“Natsumi.” She laughed in surprise. “Do you think I would get cold feet at this late stage? I feel the sa as you do. I feel pride and happiness when you are treated the sa as , or even Miyu… it is hard to say her na without honorifics, so ingrained in our school and noble society such hierarches are. But… things are changing. Mayumi-sama is in for a rude awakening if she thinks she can control you, I think, Akio.”
“Hinata won’t let that happen anyway. Sure, Mayumi-sama has scored what she thinks are a few wins, but… she has a plan, I’m sure.” Natsumi added.
“Well, we aren’t talking about Hinata right now, but us.” I said. “Look, I get it. It all seems sudden for . Eri… I’ve known her a long ti, ever since she was a kid. But Shaeula and the others… well, I’ve not known them that much longer than you, really. But do I need to know everything about you, when all I need to know is… I want to see you both happy. And I think the best way to make that happen is to be with .”
“But will that make you happy?” Motoko pressed, clearly insecure, at this late stage, and I directed them to the mirror again.
“See? I’m not even talking just about your looks, which obviously I can have no complaints with. But your personalities shine through. And I love girls like you two. Really, you’re both so dedicated and hard-working. In a way, it’s a bit like my sis, though she could certainly stand to learn elegance and grace off you both. Forget about your family ties. I’m not marrying Tsumura or Hori house, I’m not doing it for political gain, though I won’t deny that was what our marriages were definitely pushed as. I’m doing it because I want to hold the two of you in my arms, and see you both smiling. Now, a toast!”
My words caught them off-guard, and they instinctively raised their cups, the fragrance of the sake dim compared to the faint scent of sweat and perfu the girls exuded. “So, to our future. Together.”
“To our future!” they echoed, and we drank, all smiles. That’s better. They are much more beautiful when they smile, not when they’re worried. I think… this is the right decision. The world is a dangerous place and only growing more deadly. And with their talent with martial arts, they should be able to reach Eri’s level at the least… but for now, thinking that is an insult to them. Now… I should only be looking at their hearts…
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The bed was large enough for all of us, sothing I had insisted on, as I did enjoy sleeping with Eri and Shaeula together, and sotis Hyacinth even snuggled in. On seeing that, the girls froze for a mont, before laughing sheepishly.
“Who’s first?” Natsumi asked. “I feel as a bodyguard, I should go before Motoko, since I hear that so pain is involved, but… since this is a happy occasion, our shadow wedding, I think Motoko should go first, as befits her…”
“No.” she shook her head. “We are equals now, Natsumi. Truly equals. Akio has made us so, will make us so tonight.” Her breath was coming fast at the thought of what was ahead. “I confess to not knowing much of the act of love between n and won, this sex, unlike your sister and the girls we t in your hotown.”
“We’re terribly sheltered. But… I feel a little pride that we’ll be going ahead. We’ll have to feign ignorance at school.” Natsumi was reminding a little of Hinata now, her smile wicked. “That said… Motoko, please go first, before . Equal or not, I want…”
“How about this? Rock-paper-scissors should suffice to decide. Then… well, you wanted to be together, so how about the loser holds the winner’s hand through it all, shares the joy? Then we can swap over, and…”
“And?” Motoko asked.
“… if you still feel up to more after your first ti, well, we can have fun, the three of us.” I’ve had many threesos with the girls, even a fourso. These two probably aren’t as sexually greedy as that trio, but even so… sex is fun, when it’s with soone you love.
“The three of us?” Natsumi swallowed, eyes bright. “Well, I suppose leaving it to chance is fair, if you don’t mind, Motoko.”
“No, I certainly do not. After all, whether you watch over , or I you, I shall be happy. Overjoyed. I feared for our future, but now… I am simply excited, eager to see it.”
“That’s settled then.” I grinned. “Well, whenever you are ready.”
“Very well. Janken… pon!” The two girls declared, showing their hands, and Motoko was still balling her fist, while Natsumi had her fingers apart.
“Looks like you win then, Motoko.” Natsumi said, red-faced, a mixture of worry and envy on her pretty features. “Well, I’ll watch you go on ahead, here by your side, where I’ve always been.”
“And then, you will follow. As your sensei in the Tsumura arts, I find it fitting I should lead.” Her solemn expression cracked for a mont, a sly smile creeping in. “Perhaps I can even instruct you in the art of love as well.”
“No way.” Natsumi denied. “In this, we’ll be fellow pupils. I can hardly wait.”
“Well, you won’t have to wait long.” I promised, my heart now starting to beat faster. “So, Motoko…”
“Wait!” Motoko declared, and I paused. She exchanged a look with Natsumi. “Wifely duties often involve helping a husband change when he returns from a hard day at his work, does it not?”
“I think that’s right.” Natsumi agreed, her gaze drawn to . “Do… do you want to do it together?”
“I think we should. As sisters, as wives of the sa man. Saying it… I find a thrill within , but…” she squird under her kimono. “I feel a hot dampness inside . I hope I am not unwell, not today of all days.”
“I feel it too, and it’s spreading to my chest.” Natsumi agreed, as they stood on either side of .
“I think that’s normal. It’s just arousal.” As they looked at , I once again realised they knew little of the biology or emotions behind the act of sex. “It’s… well, your body preparing for sex. I’ll explain it in a mont.” I said, as Motoko’s hands were skilfully undoing the buttons on my shirt. Natsumi had bent down, and was slowly taking off my socks, which felt very lewd, and entirely different to the way sex with my other girls started. She looked up, her head near my groin, and her eyes widened as the cloth was pressing out.
“I see. That must be…” she giggled, caressing my feet, before rising and unfastening my belt. As Motoko removed my shirt, she leant in for a kiss, and we did so, her tongue offering no resistance as I slid mine into her mouth. We tangled with each other fiercely, passionately, and then as Natsumi gasped, my trousers down, my pants rather tented, Motoko pulled away, eyeing .
“My turn.” Natsumi said, her tongue licking at my lips, before hers was toying with mine, her kiss different, yet equally passionate. Motoko removed my trousers, tossing them aside, her eyes also fixated on my lower body, my manhood still hidden by my underwear. As Natsumi pulled free, spit on our lips and chin, she asked Motoko if they should remove my last stitch of clothing.
“No.” I answered for them. “That I’ll do myself, but first… Motoko. I love you, and I want to marry you. So tonight… will you be mine?”
“I shall. I Tsumura Motoko, proud bearer of the Tsumura Combat Arts, will be your bride, and offer my dedication, my love, my everything. I do not believe in half asures. Not anymore. My hesitation is gone.” So she says, but I still see her eyes trembling. Well, I suppose it’s understandable. This is… a huge mont in the life of any girl, never mind a noble such as her.
Her hand went to Natsumi, who grasped it tightly, a warm expression on her face. As Motoko lay on the bed, Natsumi sitting beside her, I once more told Motoko she was beautiful, kissing her again. When we were done, I started touching her, gently at first, her hair, her cheeks, her bare neck. My hands then slid down, and she tensed for a mont, before smiling invitingly, her free arm snaking around my back. My hands cupped her breasts through the fancy cloth, and I squeezed, toying with them a little. They weren’t large, certainly smaller than Eri’s, and likely Natsumi’s. Actually, Hinata has bigger too, now I think about it. She’s quite stacked for a shorter girl. Still, they felt good, and the damp moans coming from Motoko’s flushed face were certainly arousing.
My hands went further down, stroking her stomach through the cloth, and then I reached the obi, the decorated sash-like belt that held the kimono together. My eyes t Motoko’s and she muttered to “Please go ahead, my husband.” So stupidly adorable…
“I will.” I answered, and with deft movents I unhitched it, and as the crimson kimono fell away, I realised she wasn’t naked underneath, but wearing a light, negligee-style silk undergarnt in pure white, her toned, pale legs on full display from the short hem, the sides open and gaping, showing off much of her breasts. She must have noticed my puzzlent, because she snorted, surprised.
“It is a hadajuban. It does not show on the body line, so… are you disappointed?” she said, clearly amused, and I shook my head, before kissing her again, our hot breath mingling.
“If I can succeed, you shall have no trouble, Natsumi.” Motoko cheered her, holding her hand despite the exhaustion she was feeling. “Though I confess, it stings a little, and feels like Akio is still inside . In a way, it is surely a comfort. Oh mother, father, grandfather. Your Motoko is a shaless woman it seems.”
“Not shaless, just a woman. My wife.” I reassured her. “But for now, Natsumi.” She lay down on the bed next to , breath hot and damp, eyes moist, skin flushed.
“Yes, I’m ready.” She agreed. “My heart is racing, I think it will beat out of my chest.” She grabbed my free hand, thrusting it through the gap in her undergarnts, and I found my hand squeezing a aty globe, the soft flesh irresistible under my hands. “You can feel it, right Akio?”
“I can.” I agreed, making her moan as I toyed with her chest, relishing the feeling. “Mine is too.”
“Liar! You’re so composed, while Motoko and I are frantic!”
“No, listen.” I pulled her head to my bare chest. “Hear my heartbeat, isn’t it thumping?”
“It is.” She muttered, surprised. “But you looked so confident with Motoko.”
“Well, I’m going to be her husband, of course I have to look calm. Besides, no man could hate holding a cute girl like Motoko. Nor you, Natsumi.”
“I see. You do know what to say. You’re definitely the sort of man we were warned about. But I find I just don’t care. Do you, Motoko?”
Motoko shook her head weakly. “I made my choice. Now… Natsumi, join .”
“Yes, I suppose I should. A kiss, please, before we start? I love kissing. It makes my chest tight and my heart ache.”
“If you love that, then sex…” I grinned, kissing her, tongues dancing, her eyes wide and passionate. “… will make your heart burn.” I promised when we were done. I pulled down the cloth she wore, freeing her tits, and after sucking on them and toying with them like I did Motoko, I stroked her arms, thighs, and stomach, before I went to her soaked pussy. “Wow…” I said in surprise. “… it’s a ss down here.”
Natsumi flushed. “Don’t be an, Akio. I just… when I watched you and Motoko, the heat inside was blazing, and … it’s not pee, I promise!”
“I know. It’s love nectar.” I gently stroked her sodden pussy, making her mutter in pleasure. “You must have felt really turned on watching Motoko, your dearest friend, beco a woman.”
“I… I was!” she admitted as I sped up my fingers, fresh liquid splashing out, soaking the sheets and my hands. Beside her, Motoko was smiling, clutching Natsumi’s free hand. “And not just Motoko. Seeing your body, your… your penis…” she cried out, her pleasure rising. “… I knew I wanted it, I wanted it to thrust in , make your woman!” It seems like Natsumi has a good constitution, she’s easier to turn on than Motoko it seems. But I should stop now, otherwise she’ll be too exhausted for sex.
As my hand slowed, she groaned. “Why… why did you stop? It felt strange, but I liked it.”
“Because…” I kissed her gently. “… there’ll be ti for that later. First… we make love.” I gently opened her pussy, and the touch was enough to send Natsumi shivering with pleasure. “Motoko, want to take a look?”
As Natsumi muttered it was embarrassing, Motoko rolled over, curious. “I see. Is it like mine?” she asked, as I pointed our her hyn, a dark red film.
“Yes, there’s no doubt Natsumi retained her purity. Looking at it, I think… it should hurt less than yours did, Motoko.”
“I am glad. I have no wish to see Natsumi in pain.” She then softly kissed Natsumi on the forehead, before lying back down beside her, gripping her hand. “Natsumi… be strong. You can endure it!”
“I don’t think it’s about enduring…” she smiled. “I feel a deep heat leaking out of . I want it. I don’t think I could stop myself now. I’m like you Motoko, a shaless daughter. But… is it really shaful? Our families approve of the marriage, so… I’m not ashad!”
“I see. Yes, there is nothing shaful about this at all. I apologise, Akio, my thoughts have been shallow!”
“It’s understandable. A woman’s first ti is a big deal, it’s a lot to process, a lot of emotions. But now we’re keeping Natsumi waiting, so…”
“My apologies. Please go ahead. Natsumi… I am here with you.”
“Well then…” I placed my dick against her pussy, and she shivered, leaking more love juices. I bent over, kissed her again, and as I pulled free, I told her I loved her, just as I had Motoko.
“I love you too…” she muttered in a small voice, as her path was opened, my dick reaching her hyn. Her damp eyes pleaded for to go all the way so I pushed through, tearing the obstruction. She winced a little, but the pain was a lot less, as I suspected, and I forced her open, finally kissing her insides tightly, my penis pulsing within her.
“That… wasn’t so bad.” Natsumi sought my lips, guiding my hand to her breasts. I exchanged a glance with Motoko, who looked happy, now that the two of them were the sa.
“It gets better, I promise.” With that I began moving, and I could imdiately tell that Natsumi was feeling pleasure, rather than pain, sweat slling of sweet lemon springing from her flushed skin. Her moans quickly beca ones of pleasure, and her nipples throbbed as I teased them.
“This… this is sex? Our… why… I’m feeling strange, floaty!” she shouted, as my cock slid in and out of her, juices splattering the sheets and our thighs like a leaky faucet. I bent to kiss her and our heads clashed as she surged for at the sa ti. We giggled, before sticking out our tongues and tangling them lewdly, saliva dripping on her body, making sure Motoko could see. Using my free hand, I reached for her ass, which was springy and tight. She spasd, and I realised that unlike Motoko, who was too pained by her hyn tearing to move much, Natsumi was rocking backwards and forwards, making my dick drive deep, kissing the entrance to her womb, which was trembling.
“… sothing… is… coming? Motoko, what do I doooooooooo?” She started slurring her words, as Motoko looked on kindly, clutching her hand.
“Just entrust yourself to our husband.” She smiled warmly. “Let him hold you.”
“I… yes… uh…” she cried, suddenly arching her back, losing the ability to form coherent words as a massive orgasm rocked her. A few monts later she was gasping, exhausted.
“What… the world was shining. I felt euphoric. Was that…” she rembered what I had said to Motoko. “… I ca, right?”
“You sure did.” I said fondly, patting her head. “That’s womanly pleasure.”
“It was… very intense.” She shuddered, spent, before her earnest eyes gazed at . “But you don’t look satisfied, Akio. My Akio. Husband.” She giggled. “I feel it’s real now. I worried and pondered… and it’s all blown away. Sex is amazing.”
“Well, there’s always next…” she stopped my words with her breast, thrusting it into my mouth. “You licked Motoko, but not mine.” She said. “I want the sa! And you should pour it inside , I’ve had the dicine too!”
As I sucked and groped on her breasts, Natsumi’s expression was loose, languid. My dick was still rock hard inside her, squeezed by her damp, post-orgasm walls. With one final playful bite of her nipple, which made her gasp, I asked her if she was sure, and she nodded.
“Well, I do think it should be done right the first ti.” I agreed. “So… here goes!” I began to push into her again, her sexy gasps making Motoko flush. I slid in and out, lubricated by her copious fluids and the thin traces of blood, and soon she was shaking, mouth open, tongue lolling out, which I sucked on greedily.
“Natsumi, Motoko, you two are wonderful. I ought to punch myself for hesitating back then. If you’d have gone to so other arranged marriage that didn’t make you happy, I’d have regretted it forever…” I’m so selfish. But… everyone wants happiness. I don’t think I’m wrong, in the end…
“Motoko, when he rubs deep, I feel happy…” she cried, and Motoko smiled gently at her dearest friend.
“I am envious of you. mine was rather painful, but in ti…”
“I’m going to cum!” I said, feeling the familiar sensation rise within , hot liquid waiting to be released. “Natsumi, do… do you want it?”
“I do, I want whatever you want to give !” she cried, and I sped up, delighting in her moans, the soft feel of her body, and the warm eyes of Motoko on us.
“Natsumi, I love you!” I called, my final thrust knocking deep inside her, pleasure writ all over my face as I discharged. I could feel her insides writhing, greedily gulping at the sen as it sprayed inside her, and she shuddered, not quite reaching orgasm a second ti, but clearly still feeling pleasure. I thrust again and again, emptying myself, before finally collapsing down beside her, spent, watching cum trickle out from around my shrinking dick.
“So warm. I get it. This is what it ans to be a woman, Motoko.”
“Indeed. We are both won now. His won.”
As the two reaffird their unshakeable bonds, I lay back, staring at them both, burning their flushed, happy visage into my eyes…
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“Here.” I brought them both so water, so they could refresh themselves. As the two girls drank, still wearing little but their dishevelled undershirts, I looked down at the bed and whistled. “Yeah, that’s quite the ss. Well, Hyacinth doesn’t mind cleaning this sort of thing up, but it does make feel a little bad for her.”
“I don’t mind doing it.” Natsumi said, thinking. “But there’s one thing bothering .” She looked at Motoko, pensive.
“Oh?” I asked, and Natsumi elaborated.
“I feel sorry for Motoko that she never ca. I want her to know what that feels like. Can we go again?”
“I think Motoko is in too much pain. Though I suppose I can use Ether Healing if you want to have another try? I’ll be honest, I don’t think I could ever get tired of holding you both.” Eri. Shaeula. Hyacinth. Motoko. Natsumi. Any of them would be enough to give a man a happy life. And I have five of therm. Well, I guess this ans I’ll have to save the world, otherwise I’d be spitting on the good fortune I’ve clearly gone and stolen from whoever was destined to be with them in the future, before Ortlinde ca…
“No. Not yet.” She shook her head. “I will bear the pain. I wish to do it properly. But… Natsumi, is it that amazing?”
“It is.” She said confidently. “It felt like it was ant to be.” She held out her arms, and with a smile I got between them, cuddling the two nearly-naked girls.
“Well, in that case, there’s sothing else we should try. It’ll probably boost your Lovers’ Link more anyway.”
“Now I’m curious.” Natsumi kissed my cheek, and Motoko the other one, both of them still pink with sha and arousal.
“All right then. We are going to overlap our lunar chakras and share our aether, elents and… well, our souls, I guess? it’s pretty mystical, but feels really good. It’s apparently the Fae way of lovemaking, though Shaeula certainly likes our mortal ways too.” With both at once it might be interesting for their first ti. I’ve done it with Eri and Shaeula together so I am certain we can…
I spent so ti explaining, and more ti guiding the two of them, as their skills were lacking compared to my other girls, sothing I was determined to correct in ti. As I felt my essence seep into them, their eyes went wide, and I, in turn, felt theirs co into , along with their thoughts, feelings and insecurities.
“I… I…!” Natsumi, confident, cheerful Natsumi, surprised by bursting into tears, weeping and clinging to . Puzzled, I looked over at Motoko, only to see she too was crying, shining sparkles running down her cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, only to feel their emotions as well. Oh, I see. Yeah, I understand that. These girls have been struggling so long to find a place to belong, no wonder they were so stressed.
“You truly love us both. We can feel it, feel you. How can we not cry, in joy or relief!”
“Yes, that’s…” Natsumi said in-between the sobs. “I know you said it a lot, and that you’ve always shown us kindness, but… words are just that, words. Even… even as you made love to , I couldn’t escape the suspicion that you just wanted my body. I buried it deep, as… I felt guilty, considering how poorly I tried to… use you… before…”
Motoko took over as Natsumi started sobbing again. “We do not trust words. We trust your actions, or we never would have consented to this, but… trust is not certainty. After all, Tsumura house is a noble one, second only to the Three Great Houses. There was a slim chance you were fooling us all for the purpose of usurping it.” She wiped at her tears as Natsumi hugged , her breasts pressing against my bare back, my neck wet with her tears, my mind full of her emotions, happiness and relief consuming her remaining doubts.
“I believed, I did… but… I’m sorry. I should have trusted you more. If you want, feel free to punish !” she managed after getting her heaving sobs under control.
“Punish you? For what?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. “We lay on this bed, we kissed, we made love. We pledged our lives together. Even if you had so doubts, you did it, and you ant it. Why would I punish you?”
“You see, Natsumi. We were right all along. He… is the one for us.” Motoko’s smile was radiant. “It is a comforting thing, this sharing of lunar chakras. I can see why Shaeula loves it so. We… we will always know the hearts of each other, a privilege the closed, reginted nobility will never have. Unless they co to you.”
“Well, like I told Natsumi earlier, Hinata certainly, but others… no way.”
“And like Natsumi, I will choose to believe you for now, though I have my doubts.” Seeing Motoko tease like that fired my lust, as did the feel of Natsumi’s hot skin against mine.
“Well, Motoko, I agree, I would like you to achieve orgasm before we finish. And I think Natsumi is quite a lewd girl, she’s eager for more.”
“I’m not lewd, I’m just loving!” she protested, reaching her hands down and grabbing my hardening dick. “Hey, it’s hot and twitching. Motoko, touch it.”
Curious, she stretched out a hand, long fingers wrapping softly. They touched the tip, which was leaking precum, and even started fiddling gently with my balls, amazed at the difference between us. That’s pretty sensual. They might have seen drawings in textbooks, but the real thing…
“He likes it. How about if I do… this?” Natsumi read my face and the emotions through our bond, and was now gently squeezing and stroking , while Motoko was kissing , her hands massaging . Monts later, I felt my pleasure rise, and Natsumi giggled in shock as my sen sprayed out, all over her hands and chest, so even hitting her face.
“That surprised !” she said, and Motoko was also transfixed, eyes wide. Natsumi licked her lips reflexively, tasting my sen. “Bitter.”
“Is it safe to lick?” Motoko asked, and I nodded. With that she reached out with her own tongue, swiping it along Natsumi’s cheek.
“Yes, it is bitter. I do rember that girl talking about drinking it when we were staying with your family. Is it commonly done?” She asked.
“Well, oral sex isn’t that rare. But you two have done it now.” I grinned, pushing Motoko down. “That question makes want to show you how it’s done.”
“Wait, what are you…” Motoko began, as I spread her pussy open, beginning to lick it. “… that place, it is dirty…”
Ironically, now it is. They had cleaned themselves a little while I fetched water, but she still tasted of love nectar and other fluids. Not that I was deterred. “Nope, nothing dirty about you, Motoko. You’re my precious woman, and I love everything about you. Now…” I reached up a hand, playing with her chest, while my other gently touched her clit. At that, she shivered, and so did Natsumi, who was starting to twitch.
“What… uh… hey, I can feel… Motoko’s…” she squird, her thighs gleaming wetly, despite being cleaned earlier. As I continued to lick the moaning Motoko, now swiping my tongue on her clit, kneading the little ruby bead gently with my fingers, she was gasping hoarsely, and with a little aether to widen my vision I could see that every ti I teased Motoko’s pussy, Natsumi leaked. Well, isn’t this interesting? It must be the way I helped them synchronise their lunar chakras with mine, it’s connected them too.
“Natsumi…” Motoko gasped, eyes going unfocused, body trembling incessantly. “Is this what you… ant by shining? I feel the world is very bright right… now…”
“To think… we would have been separated, and never… known this together.” Natsumi managed, body arching. She collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, legs spread carelessly wide, defenceless, having ca again. “No, wait… I’m still… so shaky…” she muttered, the relentless pleasure transmitted from Motoko still attacking her. Sorry, but there’s no stopping until Motoko knows what it is to be a woman. I sped up my finger and tongue, her sour taste growing on , alternating between licking and thrusting my tongue inside, before Motoko finally rose to euphoria, tears rolling down her cheeks again, this ti from pleasure. As she shuddered, I laid her down gently beside Natsumi, who was gasping in relief that the assault of ecstasy had halted.
“How was it?” I asked her gently. “In ti, you’ll be able to feel even better through actual sex, when the pain diminishes.”
For a long mont there was no answer but their panting breaths, before Motoko spoke. “Yes, I… think I am ruined. Natsumi, we have to keep this a secret at school, from other daughters of nobility?”
“We do.” She managed at last. “But I know it’ll be hard. We promised though, even if we feel sorry for them.” She laughed dryly. “n are terribly scary creatures, our teachers were right. I felt my heart fall even deeper.” Her hand sought mine, as did Motoko’s, and all three of us grasped each other, feeling the shared warmth, as happy emotions were shared through our bonds. “If Akio was a bad man, we’d be finished, Motoko. Hori house would surely be ruined…”
I could see her smiling, but even so, her cheeky attitude was arousing . “Oh, I am a bad man. Fall for Natsumi, Motoko. Fall until the hole you are in is so deep you never want to leave !” I gave Motoko a deep kiss, stroking her hair as she lay there, sweaty but satisfied, before turning to Natsumi, who blinked at , her big brown eyes earnest. “I know you haven’t had enough, I can tell.” I massaged her breasts, nipples still stiff, before gently touching her clit with a finger sared in her love nectars.
“It feels different when it’s a physical touch…” she gasped, the fresh sensation assailing her. Now it was Motoko’s turn to moan, as the transmitted pleasure from Natsumi burrowed into her body, her muscles loosening, a sour sll coming again.
“It is, because each of you is different, unique. But I guess as girls you can feel it properly. I can tell you are in pleasure, but I can’t really feel it.” I kissed her, toying with her breasts, pussy and clit until she was starting to rise towards another orgasm. The moans from Motoko were louder, and both sets of her lips were open and drooling, her face dyed in sha at her lewdness, but pleasure too.
“I think we should finish with a bang.” I grinned, putting my arms around Natsumi, who hung limp, helpless to stop my touch, rapidly coming to crave it. I turned her around, so she was facing Motoko, her ass up in the air towards , which I gently slapped.
“Hey…” she said, surprised, not feeling any pain, just a slight stinging sensation. Motoko jumped as well as it was transmitted, the shock making her spray love nectar. Yeah, maybe it’d be easier to burn the sheets than clean them now… they’ve had a workout…
“Don’t worry, I’m just a bad guy, punishing a lewd girl.” I laughed, occasionally gently slapping her ass, alternating it with more licking of her pussy and clit, fondling her breasts, and even once, roiling my tongue around her asshole. When I did that both of the girls moaned in mortified sha, but they visibly tightened up, their pussies clamping.
“Please, I…” Natsumi begged, eyes moist. I had been carefully keeping her from finishing for a while, so Motoko was far closer to orgasm again from the reflected pleasure. Watching, judging, bringing her to the boil, I slapped Natsumi’s ass gently once more, before pulling her in for a loving kiss, which she greedily reciprocated. I then positioned her next to the limp Motoko, bending over to suck greedily on Motoko’s lips, and as she thirstily drank in, I pushed my dick into Natsumi’s desperate pussy all in one motion.
“Ugh…” she groaned, still a little pained, as I scraped off the rest of her thin hyn, but after all the teasing her body was so excited it was barely noticed. As she gasped, feeling filled up inside, I glanced down at Motoko, whose eyes went to pinpricks as she shuddered, gushing so much it was like she had wet herself. Well, at least it’s not urine. That’s Eri’s trick, though she’s not so bad recently.
“I am surely dying. I did not… know… I could feel this way…” Motoko was murmuring, contented and confused, her brain fogged by her second powerful orgasm.
“Please…” Natsumi begged. “I… can’t wait…”
“Nor can I, good girl. Love you.” I whispered in her ear again, which caused a spark of joy through our bonds, and her body to tighten. As she did so, I started pawing at her ass and breasts, thrusting in, knocking deeper than ever. Yeah, stats make all the difference. I’d have been asleep and snoring, leaving two very disappointed girls, long ago if I was just a normal guy.
“This… we get to do this again… when we get… married for real, right?” she said in-between her lewd panting, and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh as my body slamd against her ass, my dick piercing her deeply each ti, her walls tight around .
“Of course. Our true wedding night will be spectacular.” I gripped her ass and breasts tight, speeding up, as Motoko was moaning, the pleasure quickly bringing her to another peak. I see, it’s tough, but since all three of us are sharing our bonds and I can feel all our pleasured thoughts, might as well try for a triple…
“But then, why wait for that?” I said, changing the angle, rubbing at a different spot inside her, allowing Motoko to have so respite from the reflected thrusts, while speeding Natsumi on. I could feel my own body eager to unleash more sen, to fill up the adorable girl in my arms. “The beauty of being man and woman is… when we are horny, we can just have sex.” I grinned, enjoying her body, her moans, her thoughts, her heart. Really, these two, it would have been cruel to separate them. It’s like my sis and Eri, they get along so well, it’d be evil to part them…
“I see.” She brightened up, even as I changed back to spearing her deepest areas, and she looked down at Motoko, elated. “You hear that, Motoko? We… any ti we want…”
“I know.” She reached up, gripping Natsumi’s hand as I pulled her into a half-standing pose, gauging that a final sprint should match the needed timing. “Today… I am happy I was born a woman. I always thought…” more tears, these ones of relief and acceptance of an inner trauma relieved.”… if I was born a man, I could have carried on the Tsumura Arts with no resistance, that I would be respected. But then…”
“But then…? Oh, I’m falling, the world is all shiny white…” Natsumi asked, before starting to shake, her body on the cusp, damp noises and hoarse breaths filling the room.
“I would never get to hold your hand like this, or feel so loved. So… I can finally hold my peace. I am glad… we were both born won, Natsumi. Our hardships…” her body spasd, and her eyes lost their focus, her pussy twitching as if it was being pierced by my cock, as Natsumi also cried out, her body flooded with pleasure, and my hot cum as I poured another load deep inside her. “… were all worthwhile, all for this!”
“I agree! Motoko, Akio… I’m happy right now, so happy!” And with that I let her fall to the bed beside Motoko, and her arms snaked around her friend, Motoko reciprocating, as they hugged. Yeah, that’s a good way of thinking. The past sorrows are behind us. And for the future, we have to make our own happiness, and… Motoko, Natsumi, there’s no future I see without you two in it. Lying down beside them, exhausted despite my high stats, probably from all the deep emotions the two of them had shared with through our bonds and lunar chakras, I joined in the hug, contented.
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Monts later the door to the room was slamd open, a cackling Shaeula rushing in. “Well, that was quite the show, was it not-not?” she giggled. Motoko and Natsumi flinched at first, surprised, before relaxing when they realised who it was.
“Hyacinth will clean all the ss, have nooo fear!” she said, picking up the fallen kimonos and starting to fold them.
“No, we can do that…” Motoko began, panicked, but I rely held them tighter, sharing my warmth and affection.
“No, let her. It’s her way of showing she accepts you as a proper mistress, as her sister.” At that, Hyacinth nodded, all smiles.
“Well damn, Aki, you’re a beast!” Shiro said, her freshly healed face bright red, twirling her hair with her fingers. “When… when it’s my first ti…”
“I have plans, don’t worry.” I assured her. Last was Eri, in her wheelchair. Ordinarily I’d have felt terribly guilty, eting her gaze, but she had accepted Motoko and Natsumi, so there was no need, and it would just be an insult to everyone, their will, their resolve.
“Well, that seed rather more impressive than my first ti.” She pouted. “I confess, the hotel was nice, but these furisode… a lovely touch.” She praised them, puzzling the two girls, who weren’t sure how to respond. “But don’t forget. I had him first.” She declared. With that, there was laughter from everyone, Motoko and Natsumi chuckling wearily in my arms.
“Yes, I guess you did.” I had to agree, a happy smile on my face. Eri may have changed, sure, but she’ll always be the Eri I rember. Sohow that’s comforting…
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