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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

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[willing_sheath]

[She doesn't stop him when he begins to rock his hips, her hand is there preventing him from moving too deep. His excitement is catching and her own arousal is beginning to spike the longer she torments him, the heat pooling in her belly and the dull throb beginning between her thighs.]

[She continues her motions in time with him, the same unhurried pace, occasionally pausing to give more attention directly to his tip, lapping over and circling the head with her tongue while her hand pumps his shaft. She takes as much of him as she can into her mouth and hums, letting him control the movement, running her hands up along his sides and down again, drinking in every sound and move he makes.]

[embracethewind]

[ her soft touch cautioning him to not go any further, mingled with how she's tasting more of him and caressing his well-muscled hips, thighs and waist as he moved are maddening. she's everything he has ever wanted, a woman who could match his manchild heart and dirty nature and corruption with her demure and snowy self hiding a dirty nature as well. will they fit the same way if he's inside her?

his back arches tensely whenever his cock seeks her mouth, wings lowered in pleasure, how tiny cries and ragged breaths escape him to the dedication of her tongue along his shaft and over his head it causes more shudders. that prickling sensation in his belly grows more and more, his sounds changing as an indicator that he's close.

isn't it rude? will she be disgusted by him finishing off in her throat? it's their first time and his own with this kind of attention, he doesn't want to draw her away.

and yet... and yet... ]

L-Love, I-- aa... I'll--

[willing_sheath]

[She has no intention of stopping unless he stops her himself and she hums again in answer to his warning, looking up to meet his eyes. Her hand returns to his length, her touch firm and direct now while her lips and tongue focus on his head, angling him so that his cum would hit the roof of her mouth rather than the back of her throat.]

[embracethewind]

[ she has laid her eyes on his own throughout the act, himself feeling weak and overawed by that black and pierced stare he loved more than anything, and she will see his stare frayed with relish, a hesitant hand trying to reach her as if she were a fantasy come true.

a final thrust makes him look away, arched his back slightly and craned his neck, his body trembling uncontrollably with a choked moan loud enough to be heard, fingers clawed to the edge of the seat and his wings lowered and tightened. without anything preventing him from doing so anymore, he comes, the hot seed that showed how filled with ardor he is for her.

and he's left sitting there with his head resting straight on top of the backrest, his golden neck relaxed and exposed basking in the afterglow with low gasping from his heaving chest, heavily enthralled by what she did to him. to him. the man who has been hurting her since he came back and before.

he feels unworthy of her. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She can't help the slight jerk she gives when he comes, despite expecting it, but she overcomes the momentary surprise, keeping her lips sealed over his tip while she pulls back far enough to swallow. She doesn't abandon him right away, dropping down over him several more times in a slow, gentle caress to let him ride his climax out. A moment later her hand takes the place of her mouth, ghosting over his length as she had at the start, kissing his stomach once before looking up at him again and slowly rising to straddle his lap again.]

[embracethewind]

[ his breathing is ragged as she helps him out with his orgasm, his mind not thinking on anything else (as if he could) but only feel her lips on his already sensitized and raw manhood. when finally relaxed, he swallows a mouthful of nothing to catch on the intense leftover. her feather-like touch makes him look down, a sigh with heavy eyes on how she kisses his stomach tenderly and rises to straddle him back, his wings attempting to flap underneath endearingly to have her like that.

bold of him to assume this was it.

his arms find the strength to move on their own, legs still weakened, and settle his hands on both her hips to draw her close to him, a smile that shows how grateful and in love he is with her as he nuzzles her right cheek and jawline. also excuse his man bun leaning to one side.

a filthy murmur — ]

I hope I didn't taste as bad. You are the first lady to do this to me...

[willing_sheath]

[Her ardor is far from gone. It's only been building the entire time she's teased him and she lightly rocks her hips as his hands find them, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, one hand finding his hair, her fingers burying themselves into it while she presses back against his affection, her mind warm and fuzzy with her own arousal.]

In this place...? That is surprising... [She noses close to his ear with an answering whisper.] I've only ever done this for two men... Still two... as you were one of them to begin with...

[embracethewind]

[ that single move sends his mind elsewhere, of how she would move once he's inside her, how lovely it is. still, having her like this is enough if she didn't dare to go further, if she left him hanging out of fear or because she's a sadist to him. after all he had done to her, it was a deserving punishment.

he blushes at how it must be laughable how no one had given him a blowjob this wonderful. shivers run down his spine as he listens to her voice in a whisper such as that, tilting his head towards her by a minimal, his nose grazing her cheek skin.

his own voice is filthy too, his hands run over her back up her shoulder blades and down her rear. ]

I must be special, then...

[ it's no mystery she must be referring to vash. for now, he doesn't care, as she's with him in this very moment, thinking of him, seeing him and feeling only him. ]

If only I could recall if there had been more moments like this...

[willing_sheath]

[She exhales slowly with the movement of his hands, his fingers leaving a tingling trail in their wake.]

I suppose you must be--but don't let it go to your head... [It's a half murmur in answer while she continues to subtly rock her hips, caught between wanting him to continue moving over her erogenous zones and moving between her thighs where she is beginning to ache with her own want now.] Don't worry about that... Only now... [She turns her face to nose in close again before kissing him deeply.]

[embracethewind]

[ why with all of the things they can do together, it's when feeling her with his hands has the best effect in her and how it lets her know how he loves touching her naked, soft body.

her reply brings a satisfied laugh. she really is — ]

Mean...

[ uttered in a murmur matching hers, a sigh he tried to stifle that followed with that move of her hips, his cock still hard and wet from precum and tomoe's saliva rubbing against her. hands trail on the lines of her feminine belly carefully up to her pert nipples, fingertips brushing over them to entice her to his touch.

only so her mouth meets his once more, which he fervently answers back with equal desire, minding her last words. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She moans lightly as his fingers touch her breasts, her nipples more sensitive than at the start. Her fingers curl in his hair again as she kisses him, her other hand reaching to find one of his to coax it down between her thighs again.] Touch me, Souji... please... [When she rocks here hips again her sex brushes against his fingertips, and where she had been damp before she is clearly wet now.]

[embracethewind]

[ no grievance is present when her hand takes his for the sole purpose of touching her, a grin curves on his lips against her kissing, pausing to stare into her dark eyes finally able to make her writhe as she did him.

with a hum at how her soft curls and folds are plenty wet against his fingers, his middle gives a prod inside to search for her clit, from how aroused she feels it's not hard to find, slightly swollen and slick. he begins an almost shy pace compared to what he was doing before, tortuous, thorough, his parted mouth letting out a breath with a feather brush of his lips against hers. his man bun messed up some more to one side because of her fingers. ]

You... missed... me?

[willing_sheath]

[She makes a small, needy sound as his fingers move over her, rocking her hips slowly in time with his hand. She presses her face closer to his, her breath catching a moment.]

Yes... [Her other hand returns to grip at his shoulder before sliding up to cling to the back of his neck. She peers at him then, foreheads still pressed together.] It's been... so long... since we were like this...

[A year. More than a year. Before the frozen heart sickness. Maybe even before that. They had had sex since then certainly... but not without the weight of everything between them coloring it. She almost wonders if they'd ever truly been like this... just... freely together, without any of their baggage weighing on them.]

[embracethewind]

[ it's that sound that forces the side of his face to press against hers too. desperately. wanting more of her sounds as he keeps touching her in tandem with her moves, feeling her hand going up to his nape. their foreheads meet it doesn't bother him at all, the answer though brings a longing sound of his own. ]

I'm here... I'm back... I'm... I'm sorry...

[ his waiting for her doesn't compare to her possibly yearning another chance to be together. she must have been so broken because of him, because of his stupid detachment and not wanting to deal with unnecessary pain. his free hand seeks her long hair to comb his fingers through the darkest locks. she's the most alluring and sweetest being he has ever seen.

and because of it, he can't resist any longer the throb that's starting to cause that ache for her and the wings' effect heightened it tenfold. ]

I've... wanted you... since-- since last December, gods... gods, I want to be inside you...

[willing_sheath]

[She hums, tipping her head back into his hand as he combs through her hair, loving the feel of fingers moving through it and the wave of goosebumps that rise as a shiver moves down her spine.]

Yes... [She murmurs, coming back to press close to his lips again, her eyes heavy and dark with arousal.] Make love to me, Souji... [Her own fingers curl into his hair again, pressing in close and speaking against his lips.] However you want--I want to feel you inside of me again...

[embracethewind]

[ how lovely she is. his hand cradles the back of her head as he runs his fingers over her softest, darkest mane.

that craving answer fuels a shaky, hot breath of release against her lips, chin and jawline, to been given permission to do as he pleases with her. he wishes to be gentle yet let her know he has been too impatient, how he wishes to display the mayhem of emotions since they first met until this moment, how the memory of his body resents him for not being with her after so long.

with great strength and wild lewdness unknown to him, he stops on what he's doing and maneuvers her to get her settled on the sofa, her kneeling on the seat with her back facing him and her face on the backrest. his hands reach hers to anchor the edges of the cushion, a whisper of 'i'm in love with you' against her ear. whatever they do, she must know this is done out of love.

a hand takes his hard cock to guide it between her buttocks while the other fixes her position. there's some hesitation, perhaps unworthiness, now that he has her, now that this isn't a dream of sorts, now that she won't reject him or regret being with him because he kept seeking her out. tomoe might notice it, the remnant fear of how they accomplished this huge step and hurting her again.

the head brushes against her entrance, she will feel his hand on her hip trembling as it crawls under her belly to draw her closer. a faint sound of doubt she will hear with a brief intermission —

— only to sink slow and hard between her folds, another faint sound this time acute and innocent to the sensation of how tight and soft she feels when he enters her. heavens, he had dreamed many times about how it would be being inside her, and the more her walls grip his sensitive flesh the more his unworthiness increases. she will definitely notice it. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She is both surprised and pleased by the position, breathing heavily as she lifts her hands to brace against the back of the sofa, looking back and watching him with heavy eyes as he positions himself. She sighs at the whisper, her eyes slipping shut for the moment.]

[She can sense the trepidation in him and it's something she could understand. She'd felt it in the past so many times... but not this time. One of her hands moves to cover his as it trembles at her hip to reassure him, and in answer she presses back, gasping lightly as her body stretches to accommodate his girth. She reaches back to touch his hip, holding him in place for the moment to savor the feel of him inside her, looking back with heavy eyes and parted lips.]

[embracethewind]

[ right this moment, he never imagined she would want him this much with how she let him shift her and how keenly she looks at him. that she poses her hand on his slips him back to the reality of their soon lovemaking, feeling her trying to assert his intentions, watching how cute and sexy she looks in fours. he moves her hand on his hip back to his nearest buttock, to hold him there, which caused to press themselves more against each other, a wistful sigh because his body could remember the ache of missing her like this.

like her, he savors his cock sheathed so perfectly in her, a hand crawling to press on her belly. as much as his wild desire urges him to move, he stays as it is a little more. ]

You're my perfect sheath...

[willing_sheath]

[She moans softly as he presses into her and pulls her hand back further. Her hand squeezes and pulls him, the other gripping the back of the couch tightly. She sighs again as he presses against her belly and her walls grip his cock harder in response.]

Souji...

[She just barely rolls her hips, pressing back against him to feel the pressure deep inside her.]

[embracethewind]

[ no doubt he makes sure he's well sheathed inside her, a faint sound as they're deep into each other. his fingers laced with hers with her hand attached to his buttock. firmly, his other hand caressed her belly and a satisfied breath is heard behind her when she grips him that hard. ]

Tomoe... Tomoe...

[ the answer to her calling by his name, followed by a tiny whine when she rolls back against him. hungry and achingly, his own hips rock in a slow paced, long thrust, a mute slapping sound of his thighs hitting her buttocks. he wants to hold up on the pleasure for them to enjoy the absence of each other. then another thrust, and another, the pacing still slow but gathered. his sighs are low and heavy, showing how much he had wanted to make love to her. and she feels wet, soft, hot, it's oh so perfect his standing legs are shaking. ]

[willing_sheath]

[Another sigh and a quiet breath in as he draws back only to slide back into place. There is nothing hurried about it as she rocks forward and back in time with that unhurried pace so that she felt every inch of him as he filled her. Even if the pace was slow it was not torturous--it was measured, to feel each touch and movement that was so often lost in other couplings where the focus was not in the coupling but the race to the finish.]

[She shifts upward, pushing herself up with the arm at the back of the couch but arching her back to maintain the right angle for them. She untangles her fingers from his to seek out his face, touching his cheek before curling into his hair and around the back of his neck to draw him closer so she might kiss him.]

[embracethewind]

[ it's the sole purpose behind it: to feel every inch of each other after a long separation he doesn't know since when. as she straightened up, his hand on her belly draws her against him and they not only feel the pressure every time he stretched her but the closeness of their bodies, leaning into her hand before it stayed behind his neck with her arm surrounding it.

seeing how she has all intention to kiss him, he brings his face closer to hers and captures her mouth in a wanton kiss, tongue seeking hers profusely in and out over her lips. stealth hands go up leaving trails of his warm touch on their way to her breasts, gently fondling them with his fingers brushing over her nipples. his thrusting turns eager as he sways his hips in cadence needing more of her clenching walls. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She moans quietly into his mouth, feeling him move inside her, his hands on her breasts, his lips on hers, her hips swaying in time with his until his pace becomes more eager. She gasps, heavy eyes opening half-mast to seek out his momentarily before letter her head fall back against his shoulder with a more punctuated moan before pressing her forehead to his jaw. The hand not keeping their balance on the couch found the back of his, half tracing and half guiding as he ran his sword calloused fingers over her form.]

[embracethewind]

[ the sight of her is so lovely, so sexy and shows how she's taking pleasure in his swaying hips in tandem with hers. his lewd gaze meets hers as she drops back her head, listening to her moan with a wide, heartfelt grin and his jaw meeting her forehead. he tilts his head by a small margin for his cheek brushes against the crown of her head, a song of gasps with a couple of faint cries playing above tomoe.

the throb in his cock keeps growing so he determines to bump the pace up until he's hitting her walls, the sound of slapping skin clear and loud. without complaints, he lets her guide his hand over her delicate torso, stealthily going down to seek and stroke her clit for a more intense sensation, his other hand doesn't stay idle pressing and kneading her breast. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She meets his increased pace as her excitement grows in turn with his own, the slower movements no longer quite enough. With a significant degree of effort she pulls away, bending down toward the back of the couch so that his stroke lands deeper, crying out and moaning softly. When his fingers found her clit her hips jumped and it took everything in her not to let them curl forward and maintain their connection.]