She laid in bed next to him, blissfully trapped in his strong embrace as her cheek rested on top of his bare chest, feeling it rise and sink softly to the rhythmic samba of his breathing. She swallowed gently, taking in a steadying breath as she closed her eyes, the warmth radiating from his body thawing her icy heart and demolishing the walls surrounding it; she felt at peace, more serene than any period within her tempestuous life.

She drifted asleep, seeing nothing in the blackness but his radiant face. Okajima Ichijou, the man who loved her.

Her fiancé.

Her everything.

Her future.

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The dusty dawn disturbed her stillness, the fine hairs upon her body standing up on its ends, though she had no idea why. Etsuko stirred, blinking her eyes hard before opening them, seeing nothing before her but darkness and white sheets. She felt him shift beside her, groaning softly as he turned. Etsuko sat up slowly, careful so she didn't disrupt the man, and gazed down at him with soft eyes, a little smile cracking the corners of her lips.

He looked quiet, calm, and unruffled despite the whole ordeal just a few days back. He had been more flustered about the fact that they were engaged now than anything else, though couldn't say that she didn't feel the same way herself. She had never even considered the fact that she would ever get into a serious relationship, let alone get married. It was a pleasant surprise, as was his baffling acceptance of her true nature, and it felt as though all of the conflicts within her tormented self had been suppressed, if not solved.

Ichijou suddenly groaned again, his breathing heightening as though he was running across the world. Perplexed and sincerely concerned, Etsuko turned to him with wide eyes. His eyes were shut tight, his lips pressed into a thin line, and the sweat could be seen as a thin veil over his darkened skin.

A nightmare, as it seemed.

Well, it could have been a nightmare if it weren't for the giant hard-on he developed under the linen.

Etsuko stifled a scoff, curiously charmed as she raised a teasing eyebrow at the man, hugging herself as her golden eyes gleamed. Even in slumber this man was as lewd as a satyr. She sputtered out a quiet laugh, the villainous gleam flickering like a dying candle within her wicked eyes. She purred.

Etsuko tossed a gentle leg across the sleeping man's figure, straddling his hips as she dipped down, kissing the man's bare chest and dragging her lips down, the tip of her tongue tracing a glistening trail of moisture down his trunk. She heard his breath hitch, but nothing signaling her that he had awoken; she trudged on.

Her hands slipped down to his hips, groping it gently as she kissed him tenderly down his chest, to the dip of his abs, and down to the light happy trail that led down into his swelling bulge. She felt him flinch as she grazed her hips across his erection, poking out painfully through his boxer briefs, pitching a rather large tent that made her mound slick with lust. She held her breath, and then kissed her way back up his body again.

Hips. Abs. Chest. She dragged the tip of her tongue across those regions and came back up to his neck, smiling as she closed her eyes and kissed the crook between his neck and shoulders, sucking on the skin lightly at first but increasing the pressure with every pull of her mouth. Ichijou moaned, his hips bucking once, and his fingers curling on the sheets as he sought for stability in his turbulent slumber; his brows furrowed.

Etsuko released the spot on his neck, an angry red mark replacing her lips in turn, and pecked her way down to his collarbone, where she repeated the action, her white hands crawling up his body and over his erect nipples. His chest was hard and as was his neck, straining from the painful pleasure that assailed him in his sleep. He was breathing hard, his nostrils flaring as his sensitive body felt the sucking that pulled at his skin, dotting his body in the same livid marks that had started upon his neck. Etsuko seethed a breath through her teeth, sinking back down, down towards the throbbing erection that already dampened the apex of the fabric tent, staining it a lecherous dark gray.

Etsuko lay in between his spread legs, her own white ones spilling off the mattress, and admired the large member as she cocked her head to the side, curious. She took a finger and stroked the underside once, causing him to shudder and let out a strangled grunt, his curled fingers gripping onto the sheets even tighter, though his sleep went unperturbed. Taking pleasure in the reaction, Etsuko smirked and tilted her head to the other side, taking her thumb and slowly dragged it up the length again. Ichijou, in turn, stiffened again, his breath coming out as a labored groan; the woman sneered.

She opened her wet mouth, strings of saliva connecting the inside of her lips and took the head inside it, tasting the precum that had drenched the top of his pitched tent, salty and wonderfully savory upon her ghoulish tongue. She sucked lightly, feeling his legs spasm in an uncontrollable fashion, but pinned them down by bringing up her own legs and folding them on top of his. She bobbed her head back and forth, taking in a few inches of his member and the fabric into her throat as she sucked, progressively growing stronger and fervent with every nod of her head. Ichijou let out a cry of helplessness, his body stiffening and his member twitching and growing hotter and harder by the second. She felt his abdomen clench, and she released him, just as he felt the fleshy mass beneath his shaft tense.

Left dazed, exhausted, and unresolved in his sleep, Ichijou stirred, bucking his hips lightly as he tried to find some closure to his frustration, his brow furrowed deeply in vexation. Etsuko, feeling superior in her power, licked her lips from the moisture that clung to the outside of her lips, and hooked her fingers lightly in the briefs, tugging them down slowly, slowly, the fabric being caught on the lengthy hardened peg. She pulled the briefs further down, tugging it with a little more force, and out came his ridiculously hardened shaft, throbbing and springing like a joystick, moist with his lust and the residue of her wanton mouth.

She groaned.

Etsuko wrapped quiet fingers around his member, feeling the blood pulse through it and the scent of desire heavy in her nose. She swiped a severe tongue over the underside, the rod twitching violently in turn. She heard his muffled whimpers, his heavy breathing ringing through her ears. She wrapped her lips on the tense bulge beneath the member and sucked lightly, swirling her tongue and her thick saliva across its rough but velvety surface. She sucked, stretching it a little before releasing it with a pop, only to go back and do it again, finding a childish pleasure in the noise and the way he writhed under her hands as she did so. She groaned again.

She brought her mouth back up to the head, creating a tight tunnel with her pursed lips, and slowly submerged the head into the constricted vortex. Ichijou recoiled, this time letting out an audible moan, his mouth stretching wide as the pleasure of this tightness closed around his sensitive bulge. The feeling was electrifying, sparking his body to flinch as she consumed his entirety to the base, feeling her throat constrict as she swallowed and swallowed, moaning into his member as her hands stroked his torso lovingly, lustfully, with soft fingers dragging across his skin and nails digging slightly into his flesh so that pale red marks drew across its surface.

A hand suddenly gripped the back of her head, and she continued on.

She drew her head back and completely released the throbbing shaft, only to submerge it back once more into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling and her throat contracting so that it pulled at his sensitive member over and over again. Etsuko gagged, the tightening of her throat intensifying even more so, and swallowed the urge and in turn, swallowing his member yet again. She released it, coughing but attacking it once more, repeating the process until her neck grew sore.

She bobbed her head back and forth, her hand stroking his base and meeting her lips as they went down, and stroked the opposite direction as she went up. His surface was slick and thoroughly wet, the sound of wet skin on wet skin filling her ears and urging her to reign on. He was close-she could tell-with the inconsistent pulls and throbs of his now absurdly hard shaft, feeling like a solid rod of iron encased in a thin layer of skin. It was an absolute sensation that caused her mind to grow numb, the moans now involuntary and the wetness that seeped from her mound dripping down onto the sheets.

She tugged one last pull and drove the shaft into her mouth, deep into her throat, and felt him constrict and release.

The hot liquid poured into her mouth, spurting in thick white strings. Both of his hands came crashing down on her head, pushing her further down onto his convulsing member and letting out strangled noises of pleasure and pure euphoria, bucking his hips in spasms and twisting his fingers into her long white hair. His body glistened with sweat, his sharp jawline clenched as he came still, filling her up with his essence and his seed. She pressed her palms flat against his hips, swallowing as much as she could but sputtering out in return, since the load was far too much for her to handle. She could feel it, thick and oozing upon her tongue, seeping out from the corners of her lips as he fully rode out his orgasm, the storm subsiding and his consciousness now fully awake and alert.

Etsuko released his throbbing shaft, the white liquid bubbling from her lips, and swallowed what she could. Her golden eyes, narrowed and hooded with an impossibly lewd expression, met his own wide ones; the man let out a fluttery laugh as he caught sight of her licking her fingers clean. He fell back onto his pile of pillows, his breath heaving.

"Fuck, that's one way to wake up in the morning," he laughed breathlessly, bringing his arm up to cover his eyes.

Etsuko smacked her lips together, savoring the taste of his human fluid upon her writhing tongue, and went up to suck the tip one last time for good measure. Ichijou flinched, crying out in a blissful agony in response.

"Fuck!"

Etsuko let out a delicate laugh, sitting up on her knees and wiping her mouth with two fingers, guiding the remaining blotches of white to the inside of her mouth; she smiled.

"Good morning, honey," she mused, the evil glint in her eye intensifying. "Sleep well?"

Ichijou sputtered, a beaming smile pinned to his half-covered face.

"Like hell I did," he laughed. "Until I was rudely interrupted."

Etsuko pouted.

"Rude?" she whined, sitting back on her bum. She spread her legs and slipped a pale hand into her drenched panties, swiping her fingers across her slick mound before pulling it out for him to see. She stretched out her moist fingers, the clear substance connecting them with drooping strings like liquid lust. "What's rude is that you're leaving me here unfinished like this."

Ichijou just let out a joking chortle, something that an angel would chime, and it melted her heart into a pool of sappy emotions. He sat up and slid down so his face was wedged between her legs, his nose grazing against the lacy fabric of her drenched underwear. He took a deep sniff.

"Well then," he murmured lowly, his voice deep. "That's a problem now, isn't it?"

Etsuko gulped, nodding once. She lowered her wet had to his mouth, and he took it eagerly, his tongue swiping against her fingers as though his life depended on it, sucking lightly on her digits and grunting softly in response. She shivered.

"Baby..." she mewed, her voice small but overflowing with desire.

Ichijou released her fingers and gave her a light grin, the heavenly sight causing her to hold her breath. He didn't say anything, but his expression was more than enough to make her an absolute mess.

He slid his arms forward and under her legs, curling around them and pulling her forward so her most precious region was just under his nose. He buried his face inside the damp lace and chiffon, dragging a slow, torturous tongue across the plump slit as he groaned. She let out a low moan, drawing it out from her lips like a heavy breath, curving her spine inward and cradling the man's head, her legs withdrawing and shaking as though she were already close. Her breath hitched as the slick appendage brushed past her bead, making her body tingle with ecstasy.

She huffed, breathless, as Ichijou retracted himself away from her just for a moment, so he could hook his fingers on the skimpy laces of her panties and drag them down, down to her knees and down past her white shins, past her slender ankles and off of her little feet. He took the scrap of fabric and took an inhale at the lower area, his eyes catching hers, full of lust and a wicked intent.

The action made her shudder in delight, feeling her lower region gush out and surprising her on how much the perverseness turned her on. She watched him, eyed him hungrily as he lingered on the scrap, wanting him to turn his attention to her rather than the thing that had been so narrowly covering her womanhood.

Her. Pay attention to her.

As though he had read her mind, Ichijou outstretched his arm to the side and dropped the panties, disposing of them, forgotten, and flickered his darkened eyes down to her exposed area, smooth, completely naked, and slightly pink. Just feeling his eyes upon there sent an electric current up her trunk, tingling her spine and numbing all sense in her mind. Ichijou crawled up to her, his lips groveling up her legs until he reached her exposed hips, and then planted slow, tender kisses upon the fading outlines of her dark tattoos.

Etsuko choked on her own breath, forcing back sobs and moans all the same, feeling his lips travel up her slender white torso, over the swell of her breasts, and up to her lips, where the two pairs were locked into a passionate clash. He kissed her tenderly, hungrily, as though he had never known peace before, and she the same. Her arms wrapped around his head and her fingers tangled in his wavy locks, pulling herself closer to the man who loved her. The man she loved.

He spread her legs so she was straddling his lap, his hands sliding from her inner thighs to the full curve of her bottom. He groped at it, spreading the cheeks and kneading them back together again, all the while moving his lips greedily upon hers like a vice. She ground her hips against his, pressing her forehead against his own as she fought to breathe, the heavy sighs escaping her lungs like the thick steam of a screaming teapot. He fondled her bottom again, and this time, as he released the engorged swells, smacked both hands hard on either cheek.

Etsuko yelped, feeling her core tighten and convulse as she felt the sharp pain spike through her body, sending ripples up her body and a strangled noise to seep past her lips. Ichijou took the white skin in the crevasse of her shoulder and sucked hard, eliciting another wanton moan from her mouth. He squeezed her bottom again, and then slapped another hard hit onto the reddened skin.

Her legs were quivering like mad. She held onto his shoulders for dear life, clenching at it as though she would drown in her own overwhelming sea of pleasure. With every pull of his mouth upon her neck, she released a series of high whines, begging him for more. More. He struck her over and over, the skin becoming an angry red as he smacked her again, grinding his teeth together in order to keep himself from going insane. She squealed into his ears, her breath heavy with a monstrous hunger, and wove her fingers inside his dark locks, feeling the soft waves brush against her fingers and in turn, felt a growl ripple up the man's throat.

With one final smack upon her sore bottom, Ichijou lifted her up and swerved smoothly on his knees, slamming her down on the bed and pinning her down with strong hands. His lips never left her skin, and as soon as her back hit the mattress, his lewd sucking became more intense. Etsuko squealed loudly, arching her back as he spread out her legs with his own, milling his hips against hers so she could feel the hardness that had already began to develop between his legs. His hands dragged down from her wrists to her breasts, fondling them and squeezing them hard in his firm hands, calloused by work but gentle by nature.

His breathing was ragged, as though it his lungs were shredded, and she could feel his jaw tense as he pressed his cheek against hers, his hands working feverishly upon her body and his hips still pumping back and forth against her slick mound.

Breathe. She had to breathe.

His body was strained, hardened upon hers as he worked tirelessly, Etsuko mewling under him like a helpless kitten, wanting more and more as she ground herself against his lean body, the soft and supple skin covering her belly rubbing with his stiffened abs. His mouth opened and his throat let out a gritty moan, his arms wrapping under her arching body to pull her closer to him, to press her tighter against his aching desires.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore," he grunted, nibbling restlessly on the edges of her ear.

Etsuko huffed, her breath staggered and her mind disoriented.

"Please," she begged, her voice quivering; it was the only word she could squeeze from her throat, which constantly released involuntary moans in response to the mind-numbing stimuli he continued to assail upon her.

His hands unraveled themselves and sank down to widen her legs even more, lifting them up to hip-level. Before she could even take another unstable breath, felt the man plunging himself deep into her core. She felt the head squeeze into her, shoving itself further and further into body all the way to the hilt before she felt it retract; she let out a gasp as she felt it fill her up again, her muscles clenching from the sensation and sparking her entire body to stiffen. Her arms hugged around his broad back, her fingers curled and dragging across him without her knowing and consent, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in pure ecstasy.

She opened her mouth and let out an explosive scream, her body shattering and her mind blinded by darkness, growing increasingly, deliciously numb until there was no consciousness left to recall the memory.

The last thing she remembered was the feeling on his lips on hers, kissing her ardently as though the sun were reunited with his moon.

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Here's another chapter for y'all, you dirty little rascals you ;3

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