May | Event: Flowers of Buffoonery

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The month of love is in full swing! But there are some who are probably wondering: why is May the month of love, and why only in the West? Over in Tokyo, no such celebrations are being made, and even the Hanyo of Shitaya aren't gunning up for any major festivals of any sort, despite most of them having come from the West. But it's not because it's a new holiday. Rather, it's simply a Yokai specific one.

Because traditionally, May is the period where a Yokai's sex drive is the strongest. And while for most, this simply manifests as a desire for deep, emotional connections, for others, it's a month-long orgyfest.

And as the mysterious little flowers continue to bloom across Kyoto, something else begins to bloom between the refugees themselves.

The Season of Sex

Towards the middle of the month, refugees are sure to notice a change in the way the Yokai are behaving, particularly the group known as the "beast Yokai", which includes Kitsune, Bakeneko, and Inu Yokai. As it turns out, these three are among some of the only Yokai who still occasionally undergo a heat-like event, with most of these falling around the month of May.

But what does this have to do with the refugees? As many of them will quickly find out: they also will experience a heat-like state through the rest of the month. Upon contacting the scientists, they explain that because the Yokai were the indigenous people of Nippon, bonding with Nippon seems to have caused the refugees to become part Yokai in a way that differs from the native Hanyo. This is why they're able to use magic, and why many of them grow Yokai body parts when experiencing high levels of Kizuna.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little heads! Sure, you lot seem to be more afflicted than us Native Yokai, but no one's going to judge you for your... biological needs, teehee!"

As the Yokai researchers explain, heats have become less common in the modern era, so it's entirely possible that some refugees won't experience anything at all. Feel free to use this to opt out of anything that makes you uncomfortable!

You All Know What This Event Is About Maryouku University, Kyoto
When a Yokai goes into heat, they tend to adopt one of three characteristics, known collectively as KSJ. Although most Yokai will always lean more heavily towards one in particular, some may experience all three throughout their heat:

Daikoh (大攻) causes Yokai to develop unusually dominant and possessive tendencies. While some may search for a single partner to keep to themself, others may try to gather as many partners as possible. Even passive and friendly Yokai may become inclined towards violence or unusual roughness, including marking their partners. Some may experience an inexplicable desire for passionate romance, while others may feel a desire to breed.

Daishoku (大食) causes Yokai to give off a magic aura that may trigger a heat in those around them. These Yokai are insatiable, seeking endless pleasure from anything and everything they can find, be it food, entertainment, or sex. It's not uncommon for them to have one thing in particular they become fixated on, though others may simply desire everything. They may even find it hard to sleep without some kind of stimulation to calm them down.

Daijuu (大受) causes Yokai to develop unusually submissive and needy tendencies. They crave physical affection to such a powerful degree that going without it may even become painful. It's not uncommon for these Yokai to only feel comfortable when wrapped up in a nest of blankets to simulate being wrapped in the arms of a lover. They may feel a strong desire to be cared for by another, or even impregnated by a mate, regardless of gender.

Obviously any of these would be pretty inconvenient, but perhaps the worst part is they can strike at any time. One might simply wake up in heat, while another may find themselves suddenly overwhelmed upon seeing a familiar face. And the truly unfortunate may find it happening in public, or even on a long train ride.

While most heats tend to be very mild, often to the point where one might not even realize they're going through one, some Yokai have the misfortune of going through an extreme heat, where the effects of KSJ becomes far more pronounced, even to the point of appearing to have a complete personality shift. Daishoku Yokai may fuck until they pass out, Daikoh Yokai may peruse individuals they would never otherwise be interested in, and Daijuu Yokai have been known to crawl into the beds of strangers to satisfy their need to be held. Heats can be as brief as a few hours, or as long as a few weeks, with varying levels of severity throughout. While most only occur once a year, you're free to utilize heats as a Severe Kizuna Effect at any time!

Discount Dildo Emporium Gion, Kyoto
Just in time for the month of love, a new shop has opened up in downtown Kyoto. The elderly owner of Iyarashii Ryuu, an infamous dildo shop in Tokyo's Shinjuku, has partnered up with an equally amorous young Kitsune to open up a sister store in Gion. And if the large painting on the wall is anything to go by, their relationship probably goes beyond business partners... that's one feisty old lady.

Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in every shape, size, and function of dildo one can imagine, but unlike the Tokyo branch, the Gion branch of Iyarashii Ryuu specializes in enchanted dildos. These dildos are capable of moving on their own, growing in size, changing in shape, and even glowing in the dark! Because why not.

However, these are still a very new product, so they're depending on customer feedback to improve the spells! As such, anyone willing to test out a prototype enchanted dildo will both be allowed to keep the prototype, as well as select from any finished dildos in the shop free of charge.

Of course, some may not realize what they're getting into when they agree to test a prototype. One is designed to change size on command, but contains a bug that may cause it to grow larger than intended, and even develop a distinct knot. Another is designed to allow the one wearing it as a strap on to feel sensations as if it were real, but has a bug that instead causes both partners to feel both sensations, resulting in an extreme case of over-stimulation. Another is designed to move independently like a fucking machine, but seems to lack a means of turning it off. And another glows in the dark so brightly that it can be seen from the outside. Which isn't necessarily a bug, but it sure is something worth seeing.

And hey, for all you natural-dildo-havers, they're also testing a line of condoms designed to do the same things, with the added security of safe sex practices. Very sexy! Just watch out for that size-changing one, though. Some have reported feelings of insecurity upon watching their dangle return to its smaller size.

Fickle Flower Petals

In the midst of everything happening this month, refugees will begin to hear rumors of strange symptoms popping up around Kyoto. Flowers growing out of people's hair, sprouting from the ground with every step they take, or even tumbling out of their mouth. It's only then that the people realize what's happened: those little flowers from before weren't entirely harmless. They're sprouts from a Hanahaki, a very rare ayakashi that possesses flowers, named for the curse it inflicts on those who inhale their pollen.

Thankfully, Hanahaki is treatable, and can even be cured without the need of a specialist. But until the sprouts wilt, those living in Kyoto will simply have to bear with the symptoms.

Post Secret Kyoto, Western Kingdom
In its mild form, Hanahaki causes flowers to grow from a person's hair. These flowers range in size and species, and can grow over the course of mere minutes or many days. Those affected will be encouraged to allow the flowers to wilt naturally, as plucking them may cause permanent bald patches.

While this form can seemingly effect anyone, those hiding secret feelings of love or desire may instead develop a form that causes flowers to bloom on every surface around them. Although certainly the most charming, it's also the most conspicuous, with tiny gardens building up around them whenever they stay in one place for too long.

The true extent of the curse will become obvious to anyone riding the trains, as the entire inside of each car has become blanketed in thick green foliage and flowers. Some may discover that the flowers can even sprout on the other side of walls, potentially filling their neighbor's apartment with unwanted greenery. And let's not even get into the personality types that cause a nuruname to bloom. Best stay away from those folks!

So what's the solution? Well, seeing as not everyone is open to the idea of sharing their thoughts and feelings openly, a workaround has been discovered. All around Tokyo, refugees will find small wooden plaques known as ema hanging in populated places. Those affected by the Hanahaki are encouraged to write anonymous confessions on the ema and hang them up where they can be seen. After enough people have seen their confession, the effects of the Hanahaki will begin to go away.

Just make sure you're not seen hanging a confession up, or it'll defeat the purpose of it being anonymous!

To submit play-made secrets for characters to see in Kyoto, please see this post!

Tell No Lies Kyoto, Western Kingdom | cw: This prompt contains Hanahaki-adjacent body horror.
With most cases manifesting as mild, some may be wondering why the curse is referred to as Hanahaki, meaning to spit flowers. In truth, the name is derived from the severe form of the curse: in which flowers begin growing internally.

The most common location is the throat, causing those affected to cough or hiccup flower petals throughout the day. But for those who are especially unlucky, they may grow down into the lungs, causing severe pain, a bloody cough, and trouble breathing. Due to the likelihood of choking in one's sleep, this form is considered the most dangerous.

This form of the curse manifests in those prone to frequently keeping secrets or telling lies, be it intentionally or as a result of being a rather private person. Much like the mild form, it can be treated naturally through open communication. However, the workaround used for the mild form will not work here. Only by opening up about themselves or the secrets they've been keeping will the flowers begin to wilt.

For those who are still opposed to the idea, a healer can forcefully remove the flowers with a spell. However, this method carries a 25% chance of losing whatever memories are tied to those secrets, ranging from the secrets themselves, to all memories of the people they wish to keep in the dark. Surely such a risk isn't worth it, right?

Party Time

Although the Emperor of the West has grown busy these last couple of months, far be it for him to forget his beloved Refugees during the month of love! And so, on the 25th, all refugees will be extended an invitation to an exclusive party in the Uji district of Kyoto.

Those who assisted in clearing it out earlier will be shocked to see the transformation the building has taken in just a few days, as bright and colorful décor can be found on every corner, and the scent of incense hanging in the air.

It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it would be most rude to refuse an invitation from the Emperor himself, wouldn't it?

With a Bang! Uji, Kyoto
Taking place at one of his many private villas, refugees will be met with an extravagant affair, filled with Humans and Yokai alike. During the day, there's no shortage of musical entertainment and dancing, along with free food and drinks, and a large outdoor garden to relax in. But at night, the mood of the party shifts dramatically. After a full day of pheromones tickling their senses, and no shortage of uki to go around, it was time for the main event: an orgy to celebrate the season of love.

"Greetings and salutations, my dearest friends from another world! I am Katsuragi no Mikoto, emperor of the Western Kingdom, and on this day, I invite you all to enjoy the many pleasures our world has to offer! Please, those who are inclined, make merry! And rest assured, this is a safe place to indulge."

The main room of the villa itself is designed with an array of sliding doors that can become walls to quickly close off corners for an illusion of privacy, as well as private and secret rooms for those who desire it. In the upper floors, rooms filled with all sorts of enchanted toys and costumes can be found, in addition to a small outdoor bathing area. And in the basement, there's what can only be called a sex dungeon, filled with all sorts of restraints and gear for whatever one's heart desires.

Any guests who stick around for the orgy will be asked to select from a number of colorful kanzashi they'll pin into their hair to convey what they're looking for:

Pink: Platonic, non-sexual physical affection only.
Red: Bondage, restraints, and sadomasochism.
Yellow: Open to kink negotiation or discussion.
Orange: Toys, magic or supernatural powers during sex, transformations.
Green: Costumes and sexual role play.
Blue: Powerplay: light blue for submissive, dark blue for dominant.
Purple: Public use, anonymous sex, exhibitionism.
Gold: Open to anything and everything.
Silver: No physical contact, watching only.

Outside of the Purple and Gold ribbons, all kanzashi are imbued with a spell that will sound a loud alarm if they person wearing it is touched in a manner they didn't consent to, upon which the one who activated it may find themselves thrown into the cold waters of the pond in the garden out front. Refugees are free to take as few or as many kanzashi as they desire, or swap them out as the evening grows long.

Denouement Engagement Uji, Kyoto
The party lasts well into the next morning, with guests welcome to stay the night with whoever they happened to bond with the night before. A nearby bath house is open exclusively for party guests, which is for the best, given the nature of the festivities. There will be no walks of shame coming from the Emperor's villa!

But those who actually manage to stick around this long will have an opportunity to witness a rare event.

In the garden just outside the villa, Katsuragi can be found seated next to a young man who some will recognize as Karu, the emperor of the East. The former is once more clean and dressed in his finest regalia, while the Eastern emperor appears in more subdued colors, a parasol in hand in some attempt to hide himself. Perhaps most would be giving them some space, but those who sneak closer will be able to overhear their conversation. Katsuragi speaks of uniting the two kingdoms, and supporting Karu as the face of the Emperor, so he may focus on his "continuing recovery". For his part, Karu is almost completely silent, though it doesn't seem to impede on their conversation.

But one doesn't need to be eavesdropping to realize what's happening when Katsuragi gets down on one knee and gently takes Karu's hand into his own, prompting the latter to drop the parasol in shock.

What happens next, unfortunately, is just between the two of them. A snap of his fingers, and both Katsuragi and Karu vanish in the blink of an eye. Did he notice they was being watched? Or was he intentionally letting them see that much?

OOC Notes
Welcome to Jikan's May event! Please direct any questions to the Question Thread in the OOC Plotting post.

• As with all Kizuna effects, you are free to opt out of any of the KSJ effects as well, or simply utilize the ones you are interested in. A Daijuu yokai could simply desire being held, with no sexual or breeding-related connotations, for example. Likewise, as this is inspired A/B/O tropes, you are welcome to use Kizuna as an excuse to utilize any additional tropes not included in KSJ.

• Feel free to mix the effects of the prototype enchanted dildos to include multiple effects at once, or create your own magical effects! With magic, the only limit is your imagination!

• Although not necessary, Japanese does have it's own language of flowers if you would like the flowers your character sprouts/spits up to have greater symbolism. A wider list of plant symbolism can also be found here!

• Hanahaki can produce native plants to Nippon, but cannot produce plant-like Ayakashi. So they can grow Uki in their hair, but cannot cough out a Higanbana.

• In case you missed it, the post for submitting IC secrets is over here!

• Players are welcome to handwave their character sleeping with the Western Emperor himself at the orgy, but don't expect him to remember their name the next day. The Eastern Emperor will not be present until the next day.

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[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud's excitement was palpable, if his lack of patience when she was fanning out his haori was telling enough. But much like how Ayaka needed a moment after finally seeing him naked, that visceral image of his length measuring up her lower belly made him roll that nervous lump in his throat. More than a tight fit, and the fact that the feeling was mutual. It was Ayaka, chest heaving with anticipation and eagerly waiting for him. The burning question that hangs between them now? As their eyes lock and he commits the beauty she radiates to memory...

Was it better than he could have ever hoped? ]

God...

[ Yes. A resounding yes as he collects his nerves. She's so tight, he's afraid if he started moving now, she'd have him popping a little too soon. A pleasurable shudder courses up his spine, his lower abdomen clenching again as his whole length visibly throbs. When she tightly squeezes his hand and happily breathes how she wants this, he sighs again, squeezing her thigh at the same time as he slides deeper, stretching her out until the tip rubs up on her core. From this view, he can see the way her back arches, and as Cloud slowly begins to move, the hypnotic bounce of her breasts as he takes his time in thrusting in and out of her. Letting her body rock as the sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka couldn't agree more. They'd only just started, her entire body feeling electrified from the continuous jolts of pleasure thanks to Cloud. This is better than all those times she's imagined being intimate with him. For a moment, Ayaka has to completely close her eyes and mentally tell herself that. How good this is, how free she feels at this time, and being relieved that her body is adjusting.

There is nothing more Ayaka wants now. All she wants is for this to continue, to keep going, for Cloud to find pleasure each time the tip of his dick reaches what seems like a door—a wall that can't be breached any further, but feels like it could. She says his name again, whispering it like a prayer, before all the sounds she's able to make are turned into moans instead.

Her inner walls twitch every now and then, being moulded by his hard cock moving in and out. ]

Oh... Oh! Cloud— [ If she could reach, she'd be kissing him by now. She just wants his affection and his attention, calling his name to beg to be looked at. ] Cloud— you're so deep...

[sultanofsquat]

[ On one particular thrust that has Ayaka rock up, he leaves himself rooted deep, arching into the grind as his swollen tip bumps and presses a little harder, he squeezes her hand again when he slowly pulls back. Her pussy twitching and massaging his shaft sends a rippling sensation up from his loins throughout his entire body, flustered as he can feel her pussy gripping him as if telling to stay. Don't go anywhere. Come closer. Harder. Just so long as he keeps her feeling so full. It's a feast for the eyes to watch Ayaka getting fucked on his cock like this, committing her moans to heart as he can't resist her any more.

As he leans down over the smaller white heron, their position shifts a little as her ass is lifted some off the mattress, the angle at which his cock drives into her more direct as he grabs the back of her thigh to support her. ]

Nn— so tight...

[ He's here, Ayaka. He's keeping his eyes on you, for as long as he can before he grants that little wish of yours. This time when he kisses her, muffling his own moan that rumbles in his throat as he deepens it, his hips drive further into her, not moving so fast to disrupt making out with her, but enough that the audible sound of his hips smacking against hers fills the room, giving her more of that deep driven cock as his robe covers most of what they're doing. She was a sight solely for his eyes tonight. His alone. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Earlier, it had felt like she was drowning. Now, it feels different. She's floating, her body free to ride the waves that Cloud brings her. The soft moans she makes is covered up by the sound of skin slapping against skin, but just because it's become inaudible, the pleasure isn't there. By the end of tonight, Ayaka might have a red spot on her thigh because it feels like Cloud's touch is burning her.

It is beyond words. She feels full, Cloud's cock throbbing inside her, and her walls pulsing and squeezing almost each time he pushes himself in. A feeling far too great that she couldn't replicate by herself, and a feeling beyond what she's imagined when she would have dreams—whether awake or in her slumber.

Cloud kisses her again, it feels like a warm wave of water washes over her. He's feel her hold onto his dick just a tad tighter, finding so much pleasure from his lips on hers that this feeling becomes far more satisfying. She squeezes his hand in gratitude, letting her tongue swirl and dance with his, not even waiting for his permission. She gives him access to her mouth as soon as she's kissed. He's allowed her to be herself, after all, and with no one but him able to witness all this, he receives her in full.

Her free hand moves, finally, to run her hands through his hair. Ayaka wants more of his touch, so warm and so comforting despite the act that they're doing. A touch to keep herself together even though she knows. She knows she can't hold it in for much longer. A pressure inside her is building up, and with each thrust Cloud makes that tests her, she budges more and more. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud's been flying high for quite some time now, the feeling he gets being so close to the Daijuu something that can never be replaced. All he wants is for this moment to never stop. In the heat of the moment, when he finally kissed her after she danced for him, he'd thought...even for a second, that he wouldn't have minded that moment looping over and over. But whether it was the day that they met, sitting under the great sakura tree. Or feeling a compulsion to take her hand and beg "Ayaka" the character to not let go on stage. The teahouse wherein he first saw her truly in her element, peaceful and drawing his gaze when he didn't think he was staring. The fantasies that kept him tossing and turning when he tried and failed to read her lines. The palace...the gazebo...holding her hand, both then and now as they radiate wanton heat under the soft glow of the moon and her bedroom light?

No. Cloud didn't need a time loop for any of that. Because he was going to commit it all to memory as their kiss deepens and the pressure inside her builds. He already feels so flush with arousal, her wetness and his own precum letting the friction come easier between them as he swirls his tongue to hers. If there were more space between them, he'd greedily take his hand from her thigh to one of her breasts, stimulating her further. But as he presses himself against her and pounds her into the mattress, her tightness tests his own endurance in kind.

Gasping as he finally comes up for air, a thin line of saliva glistening between them as it thins to nothing as his forehead briefly rests against hers. The hand that runs through his hair spurs yet another moan out of Cloud, one that he tries to suppress as it hums in his throat. A sweetspot of his... So gentle yet full of yearning as her silent language beckons him to keep going. Panting against her swollen lips, he breathes her name on a prayer, ]

Ayaka...

[ His eyes trail lower, from the swell of her breasts, the flat of her stomach, to the sight of his thick cock, stretching her pussy as he drives himself to her core again. And again. Harder. A little faster. His nails dig into her creamy thigh, possessive yet not too rough as he returns her gratitude by squeezing her enlaced hand in his. If that pressure inside of her was building up, than he wants to take her there. Cloud's endurance would carry him a little farther, but it didn't matter. Not when she felt so damn good. Not when he'd already made up his mind that he wasn't satisfied with stopping here. Not until they'd both indulged both the images in their heads. ]

Ayaka...

[ He looks into her eyes as he keeps going, drumming on her core at this newer pace, encouraging her to let go, to keep touching his hair, to let her hands go wherever they wanted throughout the night. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Cloud says her name, and she's taken back to nights when she would think about him. Nights where she didn't mean to, but would have thoughts of what they're doing now. He would say her name, his gaze so soft and caring, the idea of romance well in the white heron's imagination. She hopes he says her name again. And again. She hopes he loses himself in her, because it's how he's making her feel now. It's how he's made her feel for quite some time now. ]

Ah— [ She should be able to feel her legs, but she feels quite numb in that area right now. Cloud would be able to feel it well-- her inner walls twitching, like a heart palpitating with how quickly it beats. Her breath keeps getting cut short and she's gasping louder for air. ] Cloud—

[ Ayaka doesn't mean to, but she tugs a little on his hair, pulling at it from all the pressure she's feeling. No— it's not pressure she's feeling anymore. It was a pressure, the same sort of feeling in music or dance that comes after a build up. She hits her climax and whatever tension she's felt disappears completely. Her insides continue to throb in the aftermath, and the feeling of release she feels is prolonged. Why would it, when Cloud hasn't stopped? ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ If the Daishoku in him stayed as strong as it was the longer this carries on, cranking the heat for his partner as he falls ever so deeper, he'd be doing more than say her name again. Forgetting himself as she builds like a tightly wound coil, he thrusts a few more times, more forcefully than before as his voice gets a little louder. ]

Oh— [ He pulls his head in the direction that she tugs, even just a little as he coaxes her through her climax whilst the hand that was on her thigh lets go, instead giving a light squeeze of her panty-clad backside. Even in her afterglow, and as their position shifts slightly so that he's not pressed so flush over her, her legs able to rest more on the mattress...he didn't stop. His cock continues stroking her inner walls, with each thrust inside stopping to really press on her core before repeating the same thing again. ] Haa...god...

[ He hasn't cum yet, as evident in the way his length swells and pulses around her stretched entrance, but it didn't make the ripples of pleasure that rock his body any less powerful, the hand that wasn't in hers going back to working over her breasts. For as petite as she was...they felt so nice in his hand. ]

Wanna keep going— [ he half asks, like a rhetorical with the way his dick kept stoking the embers. He was still building to his own first climax, but his stamina was passing the test with flying colors. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ The feeling of bliss is never ending. If Ayaka knew anything about roller coasters, it feels as if she's on one that keeps coming up to the loops. An endless loop where each thrust Cloud makes builds her up, her climax going on and on with each drop. So different from what she's made herself experience, but far more pleasurable.

She doesn't know when this ride will end, but before it does, it'll have her moaning loudly, tossing in bed, and losing control.

It feels as if she's about to now. ]

Please, [ she manages to whisper. She thinks she heard him ask her something, but she's not entirely sure. Ayaka can barely see or hear now, her senses slightly dulled from how high he's making her feel. Did he ask if they should keep going? That's what she thinks she heard, and she shakes her head in response. ]

Please don't stop.

[ This longing she's felt for weeks isn't going to go away so easily, apparently. She wants Cloud to stay with her until morning. She wants this to last for as long as possible. This feeling of being filled, the Daijuu in her telling her to ask for more, because she could never beg. She's wanted this for so long, so why should she let it end so soon? ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ For Cloud, it was a familiar feeling, only the build-up keeps climbing, his body coursing with sensitivity, the pulsing he feels akin to the brink of an orgasm. Whether it was his own drive or the mingling Daikoh and Daishoku within him, they create a triangle of euphoric bliss as his cock hits heavy and hard, spurts of precum coaxing a rumbling moan of wanton need out of Cloud as she tells him what she wants. It's the icing on the cake. A delight that has the corners of his vision fading to white as he struggles to keep his focus. Torn between the urge to cum for her and to revel in that addictive sensation of her inner walls hugging him like a heartbeat when she came first.

"Please don't stop."

He's the one in control, yet it almost feels like a hypnotic command- one that sees him thrust into her one more time in this position, arching into it as his dick rubs more firmly inside her. Knocking. Edging ever closer into something forbidden as he presses, only to sigh as he pulls out as his cock rests against her lower abdomen. It's so hot, coated in her wetness as he looks like he's ready to burst.

Closer. He needs to be closer. Squeezing her right thigh, he lowers himself down with her, lifting her to lean more on her side as he settles in behind her. In this position, he can reach under her to seek her hand, squeezing while he lines his cock back up with her entrance. There's no teasing her. Cloud was paying attention. She told him not to stop. And he doesn't stop as he feels her tight entrance stretch, inch by inch until he's thrust to her core, his member pulsing hotly as his arm hooks her thigh and holds it as he starts to thrust. Faster. Keep her on that looping rollercoaster. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Isn't this position a little too embarrassing? She can't see him either, but not like it matters right now. It doesn't, because she's still being touched. It's like a spell that gets her to keep her eyes closed, even more so when she's not allowed off this rollercoaster she's decided to ride. ]

Cloud! [ She says his name again, almost like a whimper towards the end. She wanted all this, but a lot of it is still something she's unable to expect. How can she, with her little experience? There's nothing about this that she wouldn't want again, though. And thinking about this in the future days, it'll likely leave her cheeks flushed, breath heavy and hot, and hair disheveled once more.

It almost feels like she's going to burst once more. Not soon, but with how tightly she's holding onto Cloud's hand again, it's like a plea for help. Keep going, harder, faster, keep doing her, let her breasts bounce with each thrust, the sheets of her bed turning into a mess with each one. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ If it's embarrassing, it'll hit him far later when the heat finally wanes. If it wanes as he continues driving himself into her tight inner walls. The two find a rhythm, the feeling of her washing over him as his inner thighs tingle, his loins burning too hot and his entire length overly stimulated. Every time she cries out his name, he answers her with a wanting moan. Despite the dominating lead he takes over her, promising her that he'd "take care of her", it’s coupled with a more dominating side. The compulsion to be close. Find the closest position while his more selfish human side could see and watch her come unraveled for him.

His arm no longer hooks her leg up, letting it hang there as it lowers to caress her thigh, her ass rubbing more flush against his pelvis as the new angle sends further ripples through him. Cloud's vision, hazed over with nothing but surrendered urges, watches the hypnotic bounce of her breasts as he fucks her into another dizzying high. Keeping himself in position behind her, whilst her hand stays in his tightly, the one on her thigh gets a firmer grip, squeezing it as his cockhead repeatedly presses on her core with each deep thrust. ]

Ayaka... I... Haa...!

[ He's going to burst soon, feeling her body shake in his as he drives into her harder, feeling the sheets come loose beneath them as the Daikoh inside of him wars on what he wanted to do. The reasonable thing to do would be to pull out, but the possessive yokai within him was roaring to claim her deepest part, and fill her past the brim. It wouldn't be the first time he marked her tonight, after all... Why settle for just once? ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka can't keep her leg up the whole time. Cloud isn't rough— she doesn't think so— but when her entire being is rocked back and forth, it does become difficult. She manages to arch her back a little so her ass is rubbing against his skin more, and Ayaka moving? She did not expect to feel as if she's being filled all the more. Earlier, she'd told him that he was so deep. It feels even deeper now.

She's finding it a challenge to remain composed. Sweat stains her bangs, her hair then falling flat against her forehead when she closes her eyes and says Cloud's name again. She'd only just hit her peak, but it feels like she's going to get there again sooner than before.

If Cloud asked if he could finish inside of her, she'd allow it. At least, when it feels like she's being possessed at this time and all she wants is to be filled and for someone to mate with her, then yes. She truly would allow it. And she'd be embarrassed about it later on. Reason would then hit her and she would change her mind, and her indecisiveness would have to be settled by the other yokai personality with her.

Though, perhaps her body isn't going to give him a choice. Twitching helplessly around his cock, holding onto it and massaging it so tenderly... come inside, come deep. There's no reason to hold back so long as she'll be cared for soon after. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Leaning over her body, he can see everything as her littler frame is controlled by his thrusts, his own golden spikes of hair lined with sweat as he pants and groans between calling her name. If she were to brave glancing up from this position, he'd have quelled her moans into his mouth again, getting the taste of her on his tongue all over when his cockhead threatens to breach on that door. He's not stopping. Not this round. Or the next. Not until she was a quivering mess in his arms, bred by his cock and flooded deep by his seed. And as his nails dig into the creamy flesh of her thigh once more, feeling her pussy hold and massage his dick with taps... ]

Ggh—!

[ He couldn't pull out even if he'd wanted to. Not with how tightly her walls grip his shaft every time he drew out of her. Squeezing her hand in his, he presses himself more flush against her back, nearly pressing her onto her stomach as he drives himself against her core with one particularly deep thrust, swelling inside of her when he releases. Cloud feels like he's crashing through ocean waves, his lower abdomen clenching as he unloads into her womb with hot, thick bursts of cum, coating her inner walls and spilling out the sides of her stretched entrance as he visibly pulses. The corners of his vision go white as he finds it hard to see clearly as the Daishoku within him begs him to not stop, even when he finally spends everything she milks of him.

Cloud doesn't pull out, basking in the first wave of afterglow as he slowly rolls his hips, stirring inside her with overly sensitive twitches, keeping Ayaka full. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ She cries out his name when he finished inside her, finding so much relief and satisfaction just from the act. She doesn't intend to hurt him, and she hopes she doesn't when she squeezes his hand tight, her other hand gripping onto the sheets and pulling it off from one end.

This— This was the feeling she'd been craving for weeks now. Those times she's spent with others and times she's spent... experimenting felt like a relief, yes, but this was her dreams and daydreams come together realised. And the thing about this is? It's just the beginning. Ayaka wants more, needs more, for as long as Cloud would fulfil these desires that have welled up to the surface.

She's not resting on her front completely, so she manages to try and look to the side and find his gaze. ]

Cloud... [ Hah... her eyes close, and she laughs. There's no doubt in her mind that she would like to continue. She did tell him not to stop, after all. Staying inside her, her insides twitch and stir the juices within. This would be something to be embarrassed about later on, but for now? ] We just... ah...

[ Kind of like how shy she was after they kissed, Ayaka's laughing softly to hide it, her inner walls twitching all the more, tickling his cock inside her. ]

Hehe.

[sultanofsquat]

[ It feels like so much all at once. To feel so conscious of what you're doing yet mindlessly losing oneself in ecstasy. Even the tightened squeeze of his hand was another feather on the hat tonight. It's a different sensation than suddenly having his yokai urges snap, spending himself for the sake of more bestial urges. When he went to bed at night, it was the white heron that he sees. It's her voice, so airy in his head as she whines and pants for his touch. In the same vein that Cloud's awakened urges imagined her own affections. But to imagine it all, pent up for weeks... He may temper his words around her, wishing to preserve some of the softness that drew him to her...

But it's never felt so fucking good to cross that line. ]

You okay?

[ "We just... ah..." Her soft laughter is contagious, her inner walls milking his overly sensitive cock as it stays so rigid. He can't help himself, leaning down to kiss her as his cock stirs the excess of cum and her wetness, closing his eyes as he stays in this position with her, tongue rolling against hers. Cute...she's too damn cute that he could keep going like this, right now. If he were to pull out now, everything would leak out of her, which is why he remains buried deep stoking the flames and riling the two of them up for the next round. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka bares it all for Cloud. If Cloud had talked to her some more, she would have cut herself off out of embarrassment and faced him to nuzzle against his chest. All of this was her, even though the yokai traits present in her led her on. If it wasn't, then she wouldn't have set her eyes on just Cloud. She wouldn't have had dreams of him, thoughts of him while she was awake. That conversation with her brother could have been with anyone...

She shifts to face him a little, her back partially resting on the mattress so that she can kiss him back properly. With a hand on his cheek, thumb drawing little circles on it, soft and sweet, but just as heated. Ayaka kisses him not because of what they've done or to quell any sort of desire, but because she wants to. The same way that she found the courage to kiss him back when they were out alone in Ukiyo.

Ayaka feels the heat, but she's also far too excited to be kissing him to pay it any mind. If anything, if Cloud kept rolling his hips or moved quicker? She wouldn't mind at all. So long as he didn't let go of her and kept holding her hand. So long as his lips were on hers. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Thankfully for her, Cloud's dirty talk could use some conscious work, more or less going with the flow and actions. Saying what feels good, asking her how she's feeling as the fleeting clarity in the back of his mind grants him that much communication. It's Cloud who was hiding as best he could before. It's Cloud whose dreams kept him up at night as he tried meditating those thoughts to the background. The only difference was that he didn't have anybody to talk to...not about this. Not about what was beginning to bloom between them, still afraid to put it all into words yet their actions speak far louder.

When she shifts, partially on her back so she can better see and kiss him, he also moves a little to give her space. But it causes him to start sliding out, letting out a sigh as his sensitive length is squeezed by her. Yet holding her hand like this felt too good. Committing the taste of her on his tongue felt so good. It made his mind wander, the inner yokai goading his inexperienced brain into indulging in this little wonders. Like what would happen if he'd put his head between her legs and ate her little pussy out, to feel her thighs quivering and try to close shut on him. Or what would happen if he indulged her wish to keep holding her...albeit by the wrists while he railed her from behind. Or even so much as test how submissive the petite daijuu really was while presenting himself to her— ]

I still... [ he manages between kisses as he helps her roll fully on her back as he leans over her. His cock, glistening in her wetness and his own cum hits the night air with a little 'pop', swollen and rock hard as it rubs the outside of her thigh, getting it wet as he squeezes one of her breasts again amidst their kisses. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ There's a tinge of disappointment she feels when he pulls out. His seed leaks out of her entrance, dripping down to the mattress. Hot. So hot, and yet, it feels as if there's something missing. Cloud's kisses temper her, telling her to wait and be patient, for in the back of the Shirasagi Himegimi's head are words that she could never say out loud.

Was that it? It was good—so much better than what she's dreamed of—and yet, not enough. She wants to feel his cock inside her, throbbing and letting out load after load after load. She wants his lips on her skin, marking every spot of her so there's proof that she is his. That feeling of being full, her pussy and clit throbbing nonstop from overstimulation— she wants it all. If she can't have that, then his fingers— working her over and over as they kiss, her hands on his dick as she gives him the most pleasurable massage. Thoughts would never, ever be said. Even now, when her pussy feels so lonely without Cloud's cock in it.

Cloud, please? She's made you cum once, hasn't she? Don't you want more? To take and take. Ayato isn't here. It's just the two of you. Ayaka doesn't want you to go just yet. ]

Cloud... [ Her kisses grow more needy, words so airy in between them. One hand moves to his shoulder to try and get his robe off him, slide it off his arms. And with Ayaka on her back, it makes it easier to caress his cheek, pull him closer so their kisses never stop. So she can continue tasting him, for their tongues to dance to the rhythm of their bodies. ] More, please.

[ Mate her. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ It was so difficult to take it all. To continue to kiss her and hold her hand if he wanted to continue listening to the domineering Daikoh; it told him to just pin her down and screw her mercilessly, breaking her pussy in till she was claimed for him alone. Yet the more eccentric and craving Daishoku within him yearned for everything at once... He's addicted to the sound of her voice, to the feel of her nails when they comb through his hair, to the hypnotic shake of her breasts every time his cock strikes home, the unbelievable tightness that grips his girth and begs him to go a little deeper. The Daishoku within him wants to keep fucking her until day breaks. Even when the sunlight was pouring in through the window, if he could see and feel her, he wouldn't want to stop.

Load after load, until her womb was overflowing and his cock shapes in her tight stomach. He can't have everything, not at once...but by the end of the night until this heat wanes? Cloud was going to take everything, and give her everything she craves in turn. ]

Ayaka— [ He's finding it so hard to hold himself back, despite how passionate they've been already, a sweep of her tongue on his. His skin itches when she moves the robe from his shoulder, sliding down his arm as he finds himself haphazardly shaking it free from the fabric. ] I can't—

[ He can't take it anymore. Cloud wasn't just going to make her cum. He was going to give her every last drop, till the only heat she yearned for was his touch, his dick stirring her little pussy over and over. He pushes himself up onto his knees, his long cock hanging so hard and wet for her to see as he pulls off the other sleeve of his robe, letting it drop carelessly behind him. There's a franticness to his movements, as if he was starved of her touch, his hands in hers, her lips and tongue on his as he pulls her cumstained panties up her milky thighs, up and off her legs until Ayaka was truly bare for him.

His hands grab the backs of her thighs, shoving her up until her lower half was hanging off the mattress and the strong blond was pressed flush against her for support, his cock throbbing over her as a promise of what she was missing. He rolls his hips back, lining himself up as he aims his tip at her raised entrance. ]

Ohh— [ Fuck... She wanted to be mated? Than he'd make sure to give her something else to remember tonight for as he thrusts into her hard and deep, twitching all the way at the back of her pussy as he builds another rhythm, watching her breasts bounce as he gives her that "more" they were both in heat for. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ It almost feels as if something is missing. She wants to hold his hand again, but instead, when Cloud thrusts inside of her, hitting her deepest spot in an instant from this position? Her hands immediately grip at the pillow her head is on. Moving her head a bit so she can pull it from behind and cover her face, she uses it to muffle the noises she's making.

Not because the dorm walls are thin, but because she's a little too embarrassed by the own sounds that she's making. With this, she can't see Cloud anymore, a mistake, because she wants to see his expression as he loses himself in her. There's pride in that, but most importantly, yet another means to connect with him should their eyes meet. Perhaps later, she'll put the pillow away, but she's enjoying this a little too much. At this time, she can't think of anything better than this.

With her ass off the bed, she can feel Cloud's cock mixing the juices inside her so well with each thrust and each time she feels the tip of his cock knock on her core. The noises are so explicit— wet noises, and that sound of something wet getting squished at the end of it all. There's the sound of his skin slapping hers. Everything is euphoric. No wonder she's losing herself as much as he is. ]

Ah... yes... mm, Cloud—

[ Just don't stop. She'll be as quiet as possible just for him. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ There's the disconnect... Even if his lust-addled thoughts were drawn to the everywhere else that she hides behind layers of armor or her kimono, the person at the core of these desires wanted to look at her. He wanted to see her face as she loses herself, the look in her eyes when his cock flattens on her core and threatens to breach something forbidden, the obscene wet squelch of their juices as he pushes more of his cum in and out of her pussy. But if he was going to hide behind her pillow to quell her screams, than Cloud was still going to make sure he didn't take his eyes off her for one second. He'd only just cum earlier, but her incredibly tight walls hugging his length were already doing wonders in building him back up for another round. ]

Haa...shit...

[ He curses, adding more weight to his thrusts as his cockhead drives on her core. Rooting himself with one particularly deep thrust down, his back arches while his whole length swells bigger inside of her. Rapidly, eagerly as pleasure shoots through his groin. It can't fit...no more can possibly fit, but they've pent themselves up for too long to be satisfied with anything less as he chases another orgasm. Already...it's just too good. Ayaka's pussy was just too good, ready to let her milk his cock for every drop of cum he can give. It throbs heavier as his nails dig into the silky flesh of her thighs, gaining some more leverage to fuck into her faster.

Whether Ayaka was close to another peak or not...it really wouldn't matter by the time he can feel those rippling waves of pleasure course through him. Another deep grunt and sigh of satisfaction, and he finds his second release of the night, her insides already so full that the excess was spilling around the sides of his cock and leaving her entrance glistening white. Keeping her held in this position as he presses her into the mattress, some of that hot, spilt cum leaks and rolls down her front, a tease of marking her both inside and out. Cloud wants to see her... Panting and beckoning her name, he reaches down for the pillow she holds over her face, pulling it away and moving it above her head as he leans over her.

He's still so hard...and if Ayaka were to look as he slowly pulls out, it was flush red with arousal and overstimulation, his shaft dragging some of their juices out with until it's just the tip in her folds. Eyes on her. Cloud wants her to be able to see and feel him sliding straight back in, her insides so wet and slippery while his cockhead nudges on her core with a wet clap of their hips.

What did she tell him before? Don't stop? Because that's exactly what Cloud was doing as he pounds her with the same fervor as last time, mating her till they saw fit to switch things up. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Just before Cloud cums, she would have already lowered the pillow by a little bit so she can see him. It was a mistake to take her eyes off him when she couldn't fully witness Cloud getting lost in her. But he cums, and she whimpers loudly just from how full she feels that it sends her to another climax. The pleasure is overflowing, literally and figuratively when her pussy can't possibly take any more of his seed tonight. They'll need to clean up, or at least, she does, so she can feel him in full again. Some of it slides down her body, its warmth burning her skin as she feels herself getting marked by his seed like this. ]

Cloud... [ Their eyes meet for a moment before her eyes move to where their bodies join together. She's so wet, and he's still so hard. It's a miracle she's able to fit him in her, but with how hard he's been fucking her, he's shaped her pussy to his cock that she can't possibly have anyone else satisfy her in this way. ]

Cloud! [ Her eyes close as she tosses her head to the side. All those pent up desires since the month began are all crumbling to dust. She's getting more than she's ever wanted from him, her expectations being exceeded by a mile. His cock can't possibly breach any further, and she feels his head hit something so deep each time that she keeps crying his name out loud. If she had any say, she'd want him to go further. Deeper. If it meant more pleasure, if it meant Cloud would keep looking at her... ]

Please hold my hand...

[ She doesn't want him to let go ever again. She doesn't want to let him go ever again. Keep him close. With climax after climax, she's been brought to a consistent afterglow. Her whole body has been tingling for some time now, pussy twitching constantly due to one release after another. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ He can feel her walls clamping on his cock, so tight that if it weren't for how hard he was giving it to her, he'd think she'd accidentally squeeze him out. Seeing her toss her head to the side the way she does when his cock drives down on her womb, he wants to capture this image of her in his thoughts as well. So that whenever this heat that's consumed them finally returns to the ether, he'd find himself restless at night for a completely different reason. So that when the next time he saw her, he couldn't without flush cheeks and a throbbing in his loins. That's how badly he wants her, how desperate he is to keep her full as the yokai within him commands he bred and claimed this little daijuu.

It was a mistake granting both of these euphoric traits to a former SOLDIER. The one-man army was going to be kept hard and ready for the younger Kamisato no matter where and how they did it. What thoughts they brought to life from within these thin dorm walls. If others could hear their moans and the hard fucking they're caught so deep in, it was a message. The daikoh had possession of the girl he'd been longing for. She was his tonight. That beautiful smile she engraved into his heart? His tonight. Her airy, cute little voice calling his name? His tonight. These breasts that just begged to be touched as they bounced hypnotically in front of his face? That tight little pussy stretched out by his cock, hot flowing cum and head leaving her stomach tight?

His tonight. ]

Ayaka...!

[ Leaving her thighs, whether they stayed spread in this pressing position or not, left his hands open for just that wish. Both his hands find hers, holding them up and over her head as their fingers lace. He squeezes them tight as he looks into her eyes with lust-hazed blues, the wet sound of cum and her juices slushing accentuating the louder pants he makes as he stirs her insides deep. They can clean themselves up after this...or get lost all over again as his seed pours out of her cumming pussy over and over. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Hold her and keep her close, just as she keeps you close, Cloud.

Ayaka's legs wrap around him when he lets go, keeping him close to her and for support. She doesn't know how many times she's reached her peak by now, or how many times he's finished inside her. It's just a detail at this point, when she's gotten what she's wanted.

Their eyes meet, and there is silence except for the wet sounds their bodies make. Her face is so red, lips swollen, hair a mess from all the tossing and turning she's done. She pants, hot breath leaving her parted lips each time. She's living in a reality where her dreams have come true. Who does she thank for this? No one else but the blond with her tonight.

No doubt Ayaka would be sore come morning, but she couldn't dare show it to anyone, especially not to him. She'll just have to rest and go through the day telling people she's fine. The less walking she has to do, the better.

For now, the cum-stained mess that is the Shirasagi Himegimi doesn't think of the consequences. Only want and only desire. Only the fire burning between them as she's in a better position to roll her hips in time with his. She just can't get enough of it— his cock, the way he fucks her as if he'd been wanting to do this for ages... ]

You feel so good, Cloud...

[ How can she go the rest of the month without him at this point? ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ If he ever lets go at any point tonight, it'll be too soon. He can feel her slender legs wrap around his waist, her soft thighs against his sides as he drives himself into her. Everything was beginning to melt together, both mind and body. How many times has she tapped out on his cock? How many times was he going to mark her tonight? They're already there; they've been given everything they could ask for, knowing that nothing between them was going to be quite the same, whether they said anything or not. Yet when her pure, icy grey eyes lock on with his, it's all worth it. When they wake up in the morning, no matter how flustered he may have been? It was all still worth it. Her dance, trusting him to take her someplace safe and comfortable, kissing her beneath that gazebo for the first time. Everything was worth it.

Tonight and every depraved, lewd thought and act they do? Was just the sweetest cherry on top. And he'll keep topping her over and over again if it meant that this didn't stop. She was going to be sore. He was going to be sore from all the overstimulation he was getting; it was all so addictive. Her parted lips and hot breath against his own lips are begging him to claim more of her. There's still more that he can take... Even when the fog clears...they might need a little more time at the rate they were going.

Consequences be damned, he was too focused on making her feel good. On letting himself feel good as they hadn't even begun to explore how they could reach even greater heights. If he's wanted to fuck her for ages...it's meant there's been plenty of time for the swordsman to want to try things. Whether they got to all of them tonight or not didn't matter any more as long as she just held onto him like this. And when he feels her hips roll in with his, his deep thrusts tempt further when he brings himself near the hilt. ]

Haa, yeah...so do you.

[ It's hard to tell with how rigid he already was, the severe heat he's enduring lowering his refractory period to practically zero, but as he finds his rhythm and times his thrusts with the roll of Ayaka's hips, he can feel her cum-drenched walls sliding along his cock; it gets bigger on every hard throb inside her, unable to fight the deeper groan that passes his lips as sweat drips from his bangs. His lower abdomen clenches with anticipation, every wet clap of their hips meeting driving his dick further on her, banging on her core as the tip nearly breaches from how rough and deep he's getting. A little harder. A little faster. ]

So hot...!

[ Her pussy? Her juices and his cum making a mess of their pelvises? Or was Cloud finally rectifying his mistake from their little 'game'?

His mouth closes over hers, drowning out both their moans with a kiss as he squeezes her hands, feels her breasts shake against his chiseled front and peaked nipples rub taut muscle, panting between tongue-danced kisses as he's on the brink. He wants to cum so hard for her. Again...take him there again. Join him there again. ]