June | Event: Trial of the Soul

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By now, most Refugees have likely experienced various side effects of Kizuna while living in Nippon. Most of these effects have been mild, but occasionally, they've produced dangerous results due to Kizuna's unstable nature as pure Sora magic. But more than just a minor annoyance, studying how to harness Kizuna is vital to the NRL's goal of fixing the refugees' home worlds. And yet the professors of MRU have been limited in what they can do to assist the scientists in Tokyo with that goal.

But all that is about to change, as MRU announces a special collaboration with the Oni Clans of Kyushu regarding ancient Kizuna practices. Although Oni are not particularly known for their magical prowess, it's believed that the concept of Kizuna bonds originated in Oni culture. As such, they are by and far considered the best source to figure out the true nature of Kizuna.

Up until now, the Oni of Kyushu haven't been receptive to MRU's requests to help the refugees, due to infighting between the two leading Oni Clans. But it seems something has changed their minds...

A Tales of Two Clans

Naturally, the MRU isn't expecting the Refugees to volunteer to head to Kyushu for free. All Refugees willing to participate in the research will be rewarded financially for their time, in addition to being provided food and lodging during their stay. Just think of it as a nice little summer vacation!

But getting to Kyushu is no simple task. Although one could certainly take the train, it'd be a two-day trip, as Kyushu is located on the westernmost island of Nippon. Thankfully, many refugees have technically already been there: Kyushu is the region above which the Tengu city of Miyazaki sits. And with a little help from the Tengu, a new teleportation terminal is added to the region below, allowing for instant travel between Kyushu and Tokyo/Kyoto.

But when they arrive, they may find that their experiences will vary greatly depending on which city their lodgings are located, as Oni culture varies greatly depending on which Clan controls that territory.

Passive Aggressions Kumamoto, Kyushu
Those with lodgings in Western Kyushu will find themselves in the city of Kumamoto, located in Ao Oni territory. The Oni here all have vibrant blue skin, and the refugees will find that the locals are both friendly and curious about them. Aside from a handful of Inu Yokai, very few other varieties of Yokai can be found living in Oni territory, and no humans whatsoever.

Refugees will be housed in a resort located near the ocean shore, where they'll be treated to gourmet five course meals, a natural outdoor hot spring, and even complimentary massages. It's the height of luxury, though it does come at a bit of a cost. Although the Ao Oni are polite, there's always a distinct sense that they're being looked down on -- a certain passive aggression, as they show wonder in the fact the refugees can do anything for themselves. Whether it be constant compliments over their ability to use chopsticks and speak the language, or outright disbelief that they can perform magic or fight, it's hard to say whether it's founded in malice or ignorance. Especially seeing as many will remark that they've never met humans before.

As one of the more popular cities in Kyushu, Refugees may wish to explore some of the shopping districts, where artisan crafts and unique fashion can be purchased. Unlike typical fashion in Nippon, Oni fashion leans towards the risque, as their vibrant colored skin is a mark of pride. Kimono are often cropped at the sleeves and left open, with minimal fabric underneath to maintain modesty. Still, men are rarely going around outright topless, and will always wear something to cover those pesky male presenting nipples, be it a tube top, thin strips of fabric, or even leather straps.

If the Refugees hope to be treated with a bit more respect, switching to the local fashion is perhaps the only way to go. And hey, it's pretty hot in Kyushu, so surely it's a win-win situation!

Tsunderoni Oita, Kyushu
Refugees staying in the Eastern half of Kyushu will instead be taken to the city of Oita, located in Aka Oni territory, where the Oni possess bright red skin. Unlike the Ao Oni, the Aka Oni are far less friendly. Even those in charge of the refugees' housing will seem somewhat disinterested, simply showing them to their rooms in a small inn without fanfare. There's no luxury to be found here, though at least the food is decent.

The streets of Oita are a very different sight than what the Refugees may be used to in Nippon. Kyushu is an island rife with volcanic activity, and all throughout Oita, thick plumes of steam can be found rising out of buildings and from the sewers below the street. As such, the entire city is extremely humid, which some may even find to be downright unbearable. And while the inside of every building is equipped with powerful cooling spells, it may discourage some from exploring.

But perhaps that's for the best. Those who walk the streets of Oita will find themselves being treated as an oddity, with many businesses hesitant in serving them. Some locals may even be outright hostile, picking fights and jeering at them in streets. Those bearing obvious Kizuna effects will receive the brunt of this treatment.

And yet those same refugees will find that these encounters may in fact spawn additional Kizuna effects, on both themselves and the Oni harassing them, as if a bond were made between them. Nevermind the fact that Kizuna bonds between refugees and natives are usually very rare, the fact that there's a bond at all certainly implies that their hostility isn't hostility at all. Are the Aka Oni just really bad at dealing with new people??

Revolutionary Bond Kizuna

After a few days of familiarizing themselves with the Oni and the region of Kyushu, all refugee volunteers are taken to a small region of Oita known as Beppu, where elders from the two Oni clans are waiting for them in front of a large shrine. Behind them, many natural springs filled with boiling water create a smokey atmosphere, with the water occasionally boiling over and shooting into the sky like a geyser. They certainly know how to pick location to set a mood.

"Humans and halfings have long made a habit of taking that which they do not fully understand. These Kizuna bonds were once an important part of maintaining a unified Oni nation, but fell to the wayside as Clan divisions grew deeper.

Today, only fragments of those bonds remain, carried across generations through our blood. It is a powerful magic that binds souls together, weaving their connection into the fabric of reality itself!

...understandably, it grew less popular as divorce became more commonplace."

That's right: Kizuna bonds are an ancient Oni marriage ritual.

They continue to explain that the form of Kizuna used by the refugees has been mutated due to the sheer size of the bond that keeps them in Nippon. This is what causes the severe side effects, and is likely the reason that some refugees are able to manipulate reality to a small extent through wishes or other means.

To address these issues, the Oni's plan is two-fold. First, they'll teach the Refugees a secret arte that will allow them to wield the Kizuna they produce. And then, they ask that all refugees participate in three trials once performed by all Oni prior to their marriage. This is so they can better appreciate the gift they possess, and hopefully better understand the culture behind that power.

Soul Artifacts Beppu, Oita
Kizuna magic is a type of pure Sora magic, which is magic that deals with the soul. Thus, Kizuna bonds are bonds between two souls. But that bond can also be used to summon a construct known as a Soul Artifact. This is the magic the Oni will teach the Refugees how to perform, as the act of summoning an Artifact will help use some of the excess Kizuna that would otherwise produce side effects.

Soul Artifacts are physical representations of the soul. They can take any shape or form, and some even have special abilities. While it is possible for someone to summon their own soul artifact, it is far easier to have someone else who they are bonded with summon it instead.

The spell itself is deceptively simple. Simply calling someone's name and picturing an item being drawn from their chest is enough to summon the Soul Artifact. But the simplicity of it doesn't mean it'll be easy, and for most Refugees, they'll spend the first hour or so calling each other's names while awkwardly grabbing at each other's chests.

But eventually, should their bond be significantly strong enough, the image of what that artifact is will suddenly appear in their mind, allowing them to draw it out. While the Artifact can be anything from a weapon to an ordinary household item, the color scheme and general appearance will reflect the person it was drawn from. Likewise, all Artifacts are allowed one magical ability that may vary based on the bond between the pair.

Feel free to get creative with this! A knight may draw a sword from his princess's chest capable of shooting energy beams. A librarian may draw a book from her lover's chest that can predict the future one week ahead. A dominatrix may draw a dildo from her sub's chest capable of growing three times its size. As the most powerful magic in the world, Kizuna can do seemingly anything!

Really, it's no wonder the Oni want the Refugees to learn how to control it.

The Trials of Beppu Kyushu, Nippon
Those willing to accept the Oni's terms must participate in the Trials of Beppu, an ancient rite of passage once required of all Oni before the Clan leaders could approve of their marriage. Although the tradition is no longer widely practiced, the Clan leaders insist that the Refugees take part in order to show respect for the Kizuna they wield.

As Refugees are capable of bonding with anyone, they will be allowed and encouraged to retake any trial as many times as needed with as many people as they have bonded with.


The first trial, the Trial of Promise, is the most simple. A bonded pair must enter a special cave located behind a massive waterfall in Takachiho Gorge, said to have been the very same cave where the goddess Amaterasu once hid herself away, causing all light in the world to disappear. Upon entering, the cave entrance will abruptly seal itself, shrouding the pair in darkness.

Should the pair's bond be sufficiently strong, the cave will light up, revealing a hidden message carved into the stone: "You cannot leave until you"... do what, exactly? The prompt will vary based on the pair in question. Some may need to kiss, others may need to fuck, and others still may need to tell a secret, defeat one another, or even attempt to kill one another. Upon successfully completing the trial, the entrance will open, allowing them to leave at their leisure.


The second trial, the Trial of Devotion, will have a bonded pair enter a forest at the foot of Mt. Aso at night, armed only with their partner's Soul Artifact. A gently sloped mountainside home to an active volcano, the pair must ascend to the highest peak just outside the forest before sunrise. Toxic fumes pouring from the volcano's caldera aside, the forest itself is filled with terrifyingly huge monsters, including dodongo, lavahounds who combust when threatened, and giant beetles called daikabuto who can grow as big as houses.

Thankfully, there's a trick to all of this: as long as they maintain physical contact with one another, a special spell will protect them from all harm, though they can still be pushed around by anything attempting to separate them. The spell will only last until morning, but will refresh with a kiss before the morning sun -- so they best make haste to the top if they want a chance of getting back safely. Those who return with their spell intact will pass the trial.


The third and final trial is the Trial of Love, though it seems rather poorly named. In this trial, a pair will wield each other's Soul Artifacts, and must engage in combat against one another. The goal is to destroy your own Artifact without destroying the one you are wielding. Thankfully, as Soul Artifacts are only representations of the soul, destroying them will have no ill effect. But it can be very painful, not unlike a bond breaking, as one of the Aka Oni will demonstrate: shattering the sword drawn from his own soul, before falling to his knees and wheezing in pain.

Essentially, it's a battle for who can destroy their own Soul Artifact first, in order to spare their partner the pain of their Artifact breaking. But how is this supposed to work? Not all Soul Artifacts are weapons, after all!

As it turns out, the trial is a trick. Following the rules as given will still allow both competitors to pass, regardless of who wins. Likewise, should both participants come together and choose to either simultaneously break their Artifacts, or surrender the trial all together, it will still count as a pass. Because the true Trial of Love is simply the act of participating in the trial together to test their bond.

Aftermath Beppu, Oita
Once the trials are complete, those who passed at least two trials will be invited to a special ceremony, designed to mimic that of those long past. Naturally, since no one is getting married here (unless they want to??), the ceremony is mostly just an excuse for a massive feast. Taking place in a large open park just outside the city, hundreds of Oni have arrived from all over Kyushu to witness this rare event, where the current leader of the Aka Oni clan offers a few brief words.

"Time's finally changing, and after so much time unchanging, we Oni should learn to better embrace these changes. Otherwise, we're no better off than we were in the time loop. The bravery put on by these alien halfings is nothing to sneeze at. And I'd say they're as worthy of the Aka Oni name as any of you ol' farts sittin' out there drinking your asses off!"

Refugees who passed the trials will be considered unofficial members of the Ao and Aka Oni clans, and will find that from then on, the Oni of Kyushu with treat them with familiarity, as if somehow able to sense the bond they now share with their homeland. In addition to no shortage of food and booze, there's music and dancing that will last until well past sunrise.

Hot and Steamy

With the trials behind them and a new form of magic under their belts, the Refugees will be allowed to simply enjoy the rest of their vacation in Kyushu however they may please.

But there's just one question remaining: why did the Oni suddenly decide to help with the Kizuna research, despite Kizuna being such a cherished aspect of their culture?

As it turns out, the Refugees are having a larger impact on this world than they may realize.

Hellish Bathwater Beppu, Oita
As it turns out, the Trials of Beppu draw their names from a certain natural phenomenon known instead as the Hells of Beppu. It refers to an area in Eastern Kyushu where a number of naturally occurring hot springs carry unusual effects. However, unlike the enchanted pools of Hakone's Owakudani, not all of these springs are safe to enter.

Of them, one of the most popular is the Umi Jigoku, the sea of hell. A vast boiling spring with vibrantly blue water, this spring is said to be the deepest pool of water in Kyushu, with massive lily pads floating atop the surface that are believed to stretch for miles below. Brave and foolish Aka Oni can sometimes be found jumping between the lily pads to cross the steaming pool, or even grabbing passerbys to strand them on a lily pad in the middle. Standing in any one spot for too long will cause the lily pads to sink into the water, burning flesh within seconds, so those who visit may need to be prepared for an emergency rescue or two.

And those hoping for a spring they can actually soak in will find it at Chinoike Jigoku, the blood pond of hell. Appropriately named, the water in this spring is bright red in color and has a strange almost gooey consistency. Relaxing in this spring is said to have powerful healing effects, and according to legend, it can even revive the dead. Perhaps it's the latter reputation that keeps it from being more popular, but Refugees who soak in the strange water will find any aches, pains, or chronic conditions healed -- including those previously thought to be incurable.

The only downside is that the strange water has a tendency to get the blood boiling in a very specific way, leaving those who soak in it for too long in a state of prolonged arousal, earning the pond a second name: Chinchin Jigoku.

Stone Dragon God™ Sakurajima, Kyushu
Those looking for a little more excitement on their vacation look no further than Sakurajima, a region perpetually blanketed in smoke and ash from the nearby volcano of the same name. Thankfully, there hasn't been an eruption for a few weeks, so the region is currently safe to explore.

And they really ought to go take a look. In fact, the Oni will insist that it's a place all refugees ought to visit.

In addition to curious ruins of ancient cities forever half-buried in old mud flows, Sakurajima is currently home to a new species of ayakashi the Oni have taken to calling Ninseki, the stone people. These ayakashi only started appearing recently, and really, calling them ayakashi feels inaccurate. Capable of limited speech and organizing themselves in quaint villages, the only reason they're called ayakashi is because Ninseki used to be Kaoseki.

It's unknown how they came to evolve at such a fast rate, but the MRU has a few leads. And perhaps the most damning comes from the Ninseki themselves, who have taken to worshipping a figure they refer to as the stone dragon god, statues of whom can be found throughout Sakurajima, seemingly crafted using some kind of Tsuchi-based power unique to the Ninseki. A gift from the stone dragon god, perhaps?

Thankfully, the Ninseki themselves are extremely friendly, and will happily invite any refugees to join them in a meal or dance, or even challenge them to a race up the mountain! Perhaps it's because they were once forever stationary, but the Ninseki enjoy any activity that keeps them moving!

And for those who happen to recognize this stone dragon god of theirs, perhaps they'll understand why the Oni thought it vital that the Refugees learn to control the Kizuna they produce, lest they permanently alter this world well after they've left it.

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

• While characters do not need to participate in the trials to visit Kyushu, they will not be provided lodgings, and may find it especially difficult to procure any on their own unless they visibly look like an Oni.

• Only characters who participate in this event will be able to unlock Soul Artifacts. Future characters will eventually be able to unlock it via Bonus AC.

• You have 100% creative control over how your character's Soul Artifact manifests. Likewise, you are welcome to have it change shape depending on who draws it from their soul. For example: Both Tom and Fred are bonded with Gloria. Tom draws a sword from Gloria's soul because he has a strong desire to protect her, but Fred draws a teacup because he greatly enjoys their weekly meet-ups at the local coffee shop. And Gloria draws a gun from her own soul because of her double life as an assassin.

• Teleporting out of the Trial of Promise will only work if both participants agree to forfeit the challenge. Likewise, agreeing to forfeit will cause the door to open after about an hour.

• All dangers in the Trial of Devotion are optional, as some may simply never come across any monsters during their hike, and all pairs are welcome to travel in groups. No climbing is necessary to reach the top, but it is a very long walk.

• There are no hints to imply the true means of passing the Trial of Love beyond the name, as the Oni will only tell them the rules and will answer no questions.

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[mistsplitter]

[ What a sight to see— Inazuma's beloved white heron literally in the hands of a blond foreigner, her body his for the taking. It's so scandalous, the bra that goes with the shrine maiden outfit hanging around her torso as her breasts are out there, caught by her lover's hand, bouncing with every thrust he does. ]

Cloud— [ She's breathless. The hot bath they've taken and this little exercise doing well in making her sweat, adding some more sheen to her already glistening body. Her ankles shake, and if she weren't as fit as she was, and if he wasn't holding her like this and keeping her steady, she'd be on the floor right now with her ass up. God— she's already sent over the edge, her pussy so sensitive and clit throbbing wildly. Cloud not at all showing any signs of stopping isn't helping her recover in the slightest. Her vision remains all white, her whimpers growing louder and louder as if she's made to cum over and over on his dick.

She says his name yet again, with another attempt to look at him as her head rest against his shoulder. Ayaka's being stretched in all the right places, a perfect warm up to her and her husband's honeymoon. Half-lidded eyes try their best to find his gaze, but she's too mesmerised by the size and feel of his dick threatening to impregnate her if this world hadn't gifted her with a magical shot. If he were listening closely, and not just to the sound of their love making, he'd her a lonely bird whisper. "Kiss" and "please" in between her catching her breath and saying her lover's name over and over. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Would something like this have been practically forbidden? Had he washed up on the shores of Inazuma, some foreigner of an unknown land to take the Shirasagi Himegimi away from would-be suitors, his name alone upon hushed lips whilst the moonlight bathed their bodies sheening in sweat. Because if it was? After everything they've been through, the entirety of her soul with him as they practically melt into one another, he'd still take her. He'd go against everything forsaken if it meant he could hold her and keep his eyes on her in a way no one else would.

Every thrust he delivers unto her core, cockhead on the brink of breaching a place nobody should ever... Every time her hips would drop back against his whilst her walls convulsed around those heavy inches, fondling and squeezing at the curves her modesty hides, those little black dots in his sight start to erupt in his sight, turning to starbursts as he sets the lonely bird free. The instant that Cloud does capture her lips with a kiss, not bothering with chasteness as his tongue delves and rolls with hers, he shuts his eyes as he impales her on his shaft.

His deeper groans rumble in his throat, the hold on her breast tightening as his legs quake in the wake of his orgasm. The first thrust sees his cock pushing up on her womb, leaving nowhere else for that first hard shot of cum to go but deep and hot in her belly...a second thrust as he shakes behind her, sighing heavily through his nose to drown her own whimpers as an excess of semen leaves her nice and full, only to coat her insides and his dick as his last thrust leaves him rooted nearly to the hilt inside her stuffed pussy, leaking around her entrance as he visibly swells and spends himself in her.

Fuck the condoms. He wants to give her the truest, rawest side of him, over and over again until their honeymoon brings the warmest and most flustering memories. Still feeling himself so sensitive every time he pulses, he gasps with a thin line of saliva trailing their tongues before closing his lips to gulp down air. ]

Haa...haa...haa...—

[ Still holding her against him from behind, before he can kiss her again, Cloud doesn't want to keep railing his wife against the door. That heightened arousal the viscous waters instilled in them hasn't waned in the slightest, but that didn't make him mindless either when he tells her with a heated sigh, ]

The bed...

[ They'd have to detach themselves from the door first...before he just turns her around and hooks her legs to slam her against it over and over. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ It will take some time for Ayaka's senses to be back. While she can still hear, much of what she hears are ringing noises. While she can still see, her vision's mostly white. She thinks she hears something about the bed, but she's not quite sure... unable to fully process everything after thoroughly being railed by her oni husband.

Her inner thighs feel so hot. Cloud's cum ever so slowly leaking out from her entrance, just a little bit as he's keeping it mostly tight with his dick. It's as if flames have consumed her entire body, but she would want nothing less than this. No act similar to this could compare to the feeling of Cloud's cumming hard inside her. It felt as if he was losing himself because of her— a moment of triumph, to be sure.

A hand splays over her womb, arm weak and shaking. Her insides feel so full, and she can feel what he's done to her. Were they truly married now, in another life perhaps, and at the right age, this would have brought a different sort of happiness to her. Right now, there's a sense of self-satisfaction that she feels from Cloud unloading his seed in her. He missed her, he said, and he's showed. Ayaka has no complaints.

Then she remembers— ah, he said something, didn't he? ]

Bed? [ Did she hear him right? She wants to kiss him again, to tell him again that she missed him so much, and that she's so happy to be with him now. She hopes he did not mind how much she needed him, unaware of the spring water's effect on her. All she knows is that she needs and wants Cloud, far more than just his company. Her body's gone without him for so long, that if they separate again after this trip without getting a month's worth of fucking, she really won't be content with just her toys. Cloud might just get a visitor in Tokyo one unsuspecting night. Zack's not going to be happy about that.

Judging from how shaky her legs are now, though... Ayaka's gotten a good start. ] I... I don't know if I'm able to move...

[ Her face is so red just being able to say all that. All the thoughts and desires of the real Kamisato Ayaka may never make it to the surface because of how shy she can be at times. Even now, she feels a little embarrassed that her legs—her whole body—feels weak. That doesn't mean she isn't satisfied, though. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ It's a damn miracle in of itself that Cloud even had sense left after that passionate burst between them. The Daishoku that took root during their first time and beckoned him to not want to stop until he felt like passing out? Held no bearing on the true Cloud's own endurance and drive. It's the very reason why when they celebrated the start of their relationship and end of the night in bed, it was a slow and passionate affair. One time he was spent and satisfied, the excitement he felt then tapering into the romantic embrace that Ayaka had longed for. But if she'd dared asked him for more that night, satisfied as he was in holding and cherishing her?

He wouldn't say no to the second time. Or the third time. Or however many times she wished to be spoiled by her boyfriend, her oni husband and his turgid cock shaping her cum-stained insides and indulging her satisfaction as many times as it took. Cloud has the stamina. Tonight? No matter how long it took to melt together, or how many times it took to for his own body to be sated, it was a month's worth of fucking that couldn't be tamed by anyone else. No matter the day, hand in hand, following her on shopping trips, spending a relaxing afternoon inside with some tea, or something so sinful in lavishing her with affection or showing her how badly he missed Ayaka and her body...

He can only yearn for her like this. Yearn to kiss her like this. Yearn to sate himself when he's alone by her and her sexy body bent over for him. Yearn to miss her like nobody else.

If she hopes he doesn't mind how much she's needed him? He hopes that she's prepared to have that pussy put through its paces, because it was going to take a long time for him to get his point across on how badly he missed her too. And thankfully, amidst all of these wanton needs for her, he picks up on her weak little voice and how adorably red her face was getting as she leans against his cock still filling her. Steeling himself and taking a breath to regain another fleck of sense, ]

Gonna take you right here again if we don't.

[ If they don't move. And loathe as he is to dare think about doing this? He knows that he can't just ask her to stumble along with her hand in his after how shaky her legs got taking the brunt of a good, hard fuck. Pulling out and dragging some of that excess in seed with him, there's a small wet pop as a combination of their juices coats his shaft, the underside of him resting against one of her ass cheeks as globs of him run down the length. Loosing his hold on her breast, he thinks fast in finding the crotch of her panties that she pushed aside, a feeble attempt in containing the thick load that spills and soaks her crotch further.

So obscene and wet...but he wasn't planning on keeping her that way for long. Not with what he has in mind. If she's meant to be his bride, than it was only fair that he finally did right by her, yes? ]

I've got you.

[ Scooping the hot little bird into his strong arms with a princess carry, it doesn't take long before they're at the foot of their bed, the blond climbing onto it with Ayaka in tow before laying her down on the lavish mattress. Her disheveled shrine maiden outfit leaves nothing to the imagination, the heave of her breasts as her bra hangs around her torso and her wet panties white with his mess. A mess that he had every intention of giving her all over again- no name to go behind that embarrassing thought of what else could fit in that tight cleavage or how sensitive they'd be by the time he was finished burning his hold into them. But unlike their more bestial romp where he could think of nothing less than breeding into her hole over and over again?

He lays down by her side, a mixture of mirth and lust in those soft glowing eyes of his as he manages to catch his breath now that they're somewhere far more comfortable. Even if the two had already started working up a sweat as a sheen leaves her a prize on the eyes, he leans down with a slower yet equally deep kiss, humming as he presses gently over her. Addicted to the taste of her in more ways than one while his other hand rubs down from her lower abdomen, to the stained crotch of her panties he pulls aside once again as his seed continues to dribbling and stain the bed. ]

Need a minute?

[ To recuperate? Despite his ring and middle fingers circling slowly on her sensitive clit to keep her embers nice and stoked, his cock rubbing along her as he lays so close against her side. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka is so full. It's so indecent. She's been so dirty. And her panties getting more and more soaked by a mixture of her boyfriend's cum and her juices do nothing to hide her little secret. A shrine maiden couldn't be seen taking part in such lascivious acts, even moreso Inazuma's Shirasagi Himegimi. There are no rules when it comes to Kamisato Ayaka, though... none placed by society, just those she's put on herself due to her etiquette.

From the looks of it, though, rules and anything that has to do with being proper get thrown out the window with just one look she shares with Cloud. These thoughts she's had of him, the things she's allowed herself to do for him and with him... They should all be okay. They're all okay so long as it's just Cloud who knows of it. Who knows of how much he's seen of the real Kamisato Ayaka, so, so different from Inazuma's beloved White Heron Princess.

It takes some time for her to realise where she is and what Cloud is doing until she's on the bed, her bare back touching the cool sheets they left behind earlier. There's still innocence in her eyes despite what they've been doing— what she's done bending over and showing her hole to be railed as soon as they got back. A sort of purity that only shows itself to Cloud. Pure affection, pure admiration— he's a dream come true for her, and that feeling of happiness he brings her could never ever leave or be overshadowed by the waves of arousal crashing into her.

She would have said it again, that she missed him. She missed holding his hand most of all, because even as friends, they did just that. But he asks her a question, and his hand works its way down her body when he kisses her... ]

Cloud... [ Breathe. She needs air, even though her body burns and yearns for his lips on hers again. ] You're not letting me...

[ She has to look away, eyes shutting close as she tries not to move to much. Her legs kick a little when she tries to contain herself. She's so sensitive... his seed in her and all over her thighs continues to make her feel so full. Her inner walls continue to throb, sending her legs to quiver. A little squeal, the start of a bird's song. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ It was an entirely different experience for him, but right now it was less about pushing an envelope and more following a guide on his feelings with her. Because even now, the debauched shrine maiden whose abdomen felt taut with hot cum and glistening white stains on her already risqué fabric, who'd pleaded him to fuck her and let passersby know whose wife she was, their door was tested by the weight of his thrusts driving her against it. If this were anything like their night at her dorm, she'd already have her legs hooked in his strong arms and her insides getting stirred up by his cock again. Whether it were the door or just letting her hips clap down over and over again in the middle of the room, Ayaka would be getting far less reprieve than she was getting right now.

Even if that reprieve wasn't giving her much time to breath still. But he wasn't going to stop touching her. Or holding her. Or kissing her. Despite the desire in his eyes, his face is so flush and he watches her with that same innocent sense of wonder. A mixture of depraved wanting for her and the same softer side he's shown her time and time again. She's so beautiful...everything from her voice, the innocence in those icier eyes of hers, the way she reached out to him and comforted him when he felt at his lowest... He wants to give her the same affection that she's given him, to prolong this happiness for as long as possible.

Tonight, he didn't just want to moan her name and pant incoherent sentences about how hot she felt. He wants her to know everything. How much he missed her. How much he was going to show her that he missed her. Given the way he's leaning over her, Cloud has a free hand between them, feeling around until his fingers glide the length of her arm to pull her hand in his.

"You're not letting me..." ]

I want you to feel good, [ he breathes heatedly, making his intentions clear as the hand between her legs dips lower, pushing two fingers inside her still tight and throbbing walls, stretching her and curling his digits as he slowly pumps her pussy, his thumb playing with her clit. ]

[mistsplitter]

Oh—

[ Cloud is succeeding in this mission of his, if that was any worry. Ayaka's toes clench as she squirms, legs slowly being folded upwards while her feet touch the mattress. She thought he'd wanted her to take a break? This is nothing like one!

How does she even respond to that? Ayaka can't say no to Cloud— it's become impossible to do so now. She doesn't want to say no to him, for she favours anything and everything that he wants. And if he wants her to feel good, how can she refuse? If he wants his cum to ooze out of her entrance as he slowly pumps two fingers inside her, then she'll continue to let it mark her skin as it drips and kisses her ass cheeks.

She's at least managed to recover some, in that her clit isn't throbbing wildly that any more contact to it id painful. The short reprieve he's provided her as she was carried to the bed has shown itself to be enough, her sensitive spot rubbed which sends waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Their eyes meet again when she looks at him. Completely disarmed, she resorts to squeezing his hand, as if asking for help. What kind of help did she need? Assistance from himself to let her take a break? Or assistance in bringing her to her peak again? She tries to cover her mouth with her other hand to stifle her heavy breathing and little moans, but... ]

Y- You're going to— [ Make me cum again! ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud's definition of a "breather" may have been different from what Ayaka would have imagined. But frankly, he couldn't have kept his hands off his newlywed oni wife even if he tried right now. There's not much guilt he feels in the way that he handled her during their first romp, but the two of them had simply gone through the motions that time, addicted to the feeling of being filled, breeding her if it weren't for that magic shot, and not knowing when to stop. The only difference? Is that Cloud still didn't want to stop, but he wasn't going any further until he'd sent Ayaka over the moon for everything she's done for him.

There's ample time to get what he wants if he can make her feel good, too. He almost doesn't register that as he pumps those two fingers inside her, the wetness he's feeling isn't her pussy juices, but also his thick cum as he feels her tensing and tightening around them still. If he'd have done this first, they would have been a precursor to the way he stretched her out and made her feel his cock driven up beneath taut skin. He'll help her clean up to feel less dirty, taking bathrobes or bedsheets to wipe away the seed that drips and gets her ass so wet...

Until then? He revels in the sight of her losing what little reason she has left for him. It wasn't a competition, but if satisfying her meant that she quivered, orgasm after orgasm and took a warm load of his cum once? He'd do it. And he was well on his way to adding to that number for his unabashed heron, trying so desperately to keep her enticing voice from spilling out when he starts to fuck her with his fingers faster, making sure he continues scraping with the pads of his fingers as he curls them against the upper wall of her pussy, his hand almost vibrating between stimulation of her clit and the g-spot he rubs on inside her.

"Y- You're going to—" ]

Yeah?

[ His fingers lace with hers, squeezing and pinning her hand beneath his on the bed as a wet rhythm obscenely fills the air between their sighs, Cloud holding nothing back on the one he fell so hard for when he goads her, words like velvet on the tongue as he works her pussy over. ]

Gonna cum?

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka had wanted to keep looking at him, to keep her connection with him beyond their joined hands. But he says that, just above a whisper, but it sounds so loud. Her heart skips a beat, shocked at what he's said, and an immediate flurry of embarrassment from the very idea of it.

He's fucking her with his fingers so well, her inner walls tightening like a heartbeat, but clamping down on his fingers as if they were his cock when she feels so scandalised. Ayaka doesn't feel embarrassed that they've had sex, and are having sex, and will continue having sex in this relationship. But she has an image to uphold, Cloud! Please don't bring focus to the fact that she's being made to cum especially in this way.

What would the other shrine maidens say? Let alone Guuji Yae.

She shakes her head, moaning as she grits her teeth. She's not going to cum, Cloud. :( (She is...) She's not going to cum on your hand, Cloud. (She is...) ]

I'm— [ Not. (Yes.) ] I'm—

[ Ayaka continues to fidget and kick at the mattress, feeling something build up in her loins, almost like a fish out of the water. Amazing how she came just moments ago and she's about to reach her peak again while being thoroughly fucked by her boyfriend's fingers. ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ If calling her out on how close she was to taking that plunge again embarrassed her, the way her walls grip his fingers so tight as he curls and pumps and pumps and pumps was telling him not to stop. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to lose focus on his hand working furiously to drive her to another intense climax, he'd have lavished her exposed skin with kisses already, her sweat-glistening tits heaving and begging to be nipped and sucked. It was unbecoming of the Shirasagi Himegimi to be seen in such an unsightly way. That she had an image to uphold. Surely to reach new heights of pleasure with a lover had to come so romantically; their hands enlaced and her body melting into his as they bask in afterglow and lay away to dreams of what tomorrow can bring. Anything less was just...shameless.

But then...

"I'm—" ]

Hmm—?

[ She wasn't the Shirasagi Himegimi right now, was she? She was Kamisato Ayaka, pure and sweet, alone no more and finally free to spread her wings. Spread her legs. The viscous hot springs showed them both how badly they missed one another, unfiltered desires laid out for both to see. Whether she was spreading her little pussy for him and begging him to fuck her right where others on the other side of a door could hear, or rubbing over her womb when she felt his cock shift and threaten to impregnate her...

Or right here. Right now. With her beau's fingers fucking her, pussy juices and hot cum gushing as she kicks and fights it all the way to the very tip top of that rollercoaster.

He holds her tighter. From the roll of her breasts as she fidgets beneath him, her feeble attempts to keep quiet and how wet her walls were as she fights the end with all her might, he's back to being fully hard for her again, his own cock a glistening white and clear mess as it throbs so hot up the side of her stomach. He wants to fuck her again so bad, but he waits. Oh-so-patiently waits as he reminds her. She wasn't the Shirasagi Himegimi here. She was Kamisato Ayaka. She was his girlfriend. He was her beau. Her oni-blessed husband.

I'm— ]

Uh huh—?

[ And he really wants his wife to cum on his hand. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ Ayaka's not going to finish her sentence. She's pretty sure Cloud knows what she means, anyway. What else could he want from fingering her like this in the first place?

She keeps shaking her head. He's prodding her to say something, but she just can't. She's already so red in the face, all the way down to her neck, close to her shoulders. Not that she has it in her to say anything to begin with, when her broken syllables turn back into moans as her legs quiver once.

Once, but Cloud doesn't stop. It happens again, with Ayaka tossing violently to the other side. And again. It happens over and over, because Cloud doesn't stop. In the height of it all, she cries out her beau's name, squeezing his hand so tight. Her pussy squeezes his fingers tight just as well for a few good seconds until it lets go, pulsing wildly just like her heart soon after.

His wife has done what he's wanted. Ayaka tries to find Cloud when she opens her eyes yet again, even though all she can see are stars. Will he finally give her some reprieve? ]

[sultanofsquat]

[ Cloud wasn't searching for an answer, either. If anything, his words while hers taper between moans and the crescendo of mewls, were encouragers. Equally satisfied whether she actually told him she was coming or continued to be consumed by throbbing hot waves of pleasure. Feeling and seeing her thighs quiver, violently tossing as she loses any semblance of the girl bound by duty, was all sparking something inside of him that he didn't even think of before. Cloud was practically always the top in their relationship, but seeing her come undone before him like this as she cries out his name and squeezes him so tight, was sparking a more dominant side in him.

It feels different from the near mindless desire to possess and mate someone as the Daikoh would have yearned for. Now it was simply Cloud's own fogged, heated ambitions that made him want to drive her up the wall and back. If she was embarrassed? Let her be embarrassed. All he wants is for her to keep giving him these sweet little reactions, his engorged cock already beading a new glistening round of precum that, as he rolls against her side, wets her belly while Cloud feeds into Ayaka's broken state.

Just when he feels his fingers be clenched tighter, he sighs loudly in satisfaction as he repositions his digits, inserting a third finger as the sound of pussy juices and the excess of hot cum spilling slushes as he pumps her through her orgasm. He continues, stroking her walls as he pants as if he'd just run this little second marathon with her. Eventually, that third digit slides back out once he feels her climax waning, glistening wet in their fluids as he doesn't stop straightaway. Slower...softer...more affectionate now as their eyes meet and his eyes glow with an equally soft want.

Until he finally grants her that reprieve. He wouldn't dare apologize though. Wiping his hand clean of her when he pulls out, the blond instead steals away another kiss from his lover, deep and longing as his tongue dances against hers, only drawing away between a whispered: ]

Missed you.

[ And when he finally pulls away, he continues to lay against her side, hand in hand while his other larger hand splays over her lower abdomen. Now they can have a moment. Or two. Though the spring water was still leaving their bodies craving and burning, something told him that even when the viscous spring's effects waned, that would do nothing for the embers that would always stay hot between them now. ]

[mistsplitter]

[ An apology would have been sweet, but it was not needed. Ayaka just thinks that if he did apologise, even though he wasn't remotely sorry, the two of them would laugh about it later on. This wasn't some sort of punishment for having cum once earlier by the door. This was Ayaka and her now husband showing each other they care for the other, they want to shower the other with so much pleasure until the other can't take it anymore.

It's definitely the case for Ayaka this time. And she would give back to Cloud, because it is the right thing to do, if she were not feeling like jelly...

When he whispers that he missed her, she inches further to him, until her forehead is resting against his. She missed him so much, words could never express how badly she wanted to hold his hand, how her heart felt so heavy when she would think of how far away he was. This has been the norm for the two, but... when their relationship changed? Ayaka just can't bear to be away from him now. And in the case that he is around, much like how she is when her brother is present and not working... she wishes to spoil him, to give him everything he's ever wanted, because if they go their separate ways again, she thinks he'll have something to remember her by. ]

I missed you, Cloud... [ Sighing, she nuzzles against him and gives him a soft kiss on the lips. He's so warm. She did truly miss him. Everything about him. ] Please... let us stay like this for a moment longer.

[ and hopefully he'll allow it to happen and he won't be a horndog about it ]