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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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[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.]

[embracethewind]

[ that jump doesn't go unperceived, that which proves this will turn nicely. his finger teases the little, sensitive bundle steadily as he wants their pleasure to linger. with his free, strong hand, he settles tomoe by the rear so her back arches some more towards him and he bends down slightly, making the thrusting more salient and non-stop.

she will notice how after such a long time waiting, he enjoyed this through his low, growling gasp. his deep and wild strokes bring to light how unforgiving he is hitting inside her, calling at her name with a labored breathing.

his wings flutter forward and backward, a few tiny feathers flying around them, their effect as if he was on fire inside his belly. ]

[willing_sheath]

Souji--! [She swallows a cry, pressing her eyes to her forearm along the back of the sofa, her fingers digging into the cushion as his continue to tease her. The sound she makes is a strangled, desperate moan, her legs trembling with the effort of holding her position to feel the depth of his strokes and the friction of his fingers at the same time.] Don't stop--please don't stop--don't stop-- [her words are a frantic mantra between those same desperate sounds as he works her body into a frenzy--the hints of which could be seen in a number of places: at her jawline, along the edges of her scar, the curves of her shoulders and hips, hairline crackles beginning to show, becoming darker and more noticeable the more excited she becomes.]

[embracethewind]

[ it won't take long as she's on the verge of pleasure, barely a thought flitting through his head of how great it is to be inside her. he has no intention of ever stopping, why would he if he had intensely wanted her? and he will want her until the last moment of his life. what okita enjoys the most is how her composure and aloofness are lost thanks to him, who's the one she cries for right now. but what he barely notices is the faint sound of what she's really turning into, sunk in that same desire and becoming more savage in his thrusts, his whimpering too strained while his fingers are sloppy touching her clit faster.

almost. almost there. feathers flying around as he moves in her. ]

[willing_sheath]

[She cries out as his thrusts intensify, grasping the sofa even tighter as the familiar coiling continues to grow inside her, tighter and tighter, sensation building to the point that she can't contain it. Pinpricks of what can only be called feathers begin to rise from the lines in her skin, small, barely noticeable unless looking for them, her energy in line with her body as she reaches her peak, her body seizing up tight to the point of trembling--

--and then she is overflowing, keening in quick breaths as she comes, her hips jerking of their own accord, her walls clenching and unclenching around him as her climax washes over her.]

[embracethewind]

[ the closer she gets, okita decides to leave her clit and hold on both her hips and not slow down in his thrusting. it's too much, almost wanting to pass out from his own heat, the nearest peak and the wings effect, he drops his head back to look up at the ceiling with an expression of ache and delight.

a loud, labored groan can be heard behind tomoe, his cum shooting inside her after a long yet satisfying culmination. he leans slightly to his lover's back, a tired gasp with a thrusting more or less present, the hot of his cum leaves her wetter and burning as he moves for a few moments. but... the last remains of his rocking hips stop all of a sudden, his breath becomes shaky and his fingers claw at her hip skin. those aren't 'his' feathers... those are...

those are...

his body stiffens at how the feathers come out of tomoe's lines. even his cock must have hardened. ]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe remains leaning against the back of the sofa, limbs quivering with aftershocks as he slowed inside her, her entire sex over-sensitized from her climax. After several long moments she shifts enough to look back at him, panting lightly through parted lips, her dark eyes heavy-lidded. The hints of feathers along her scar and at her shoulders recede back into her skin as her energy calms back into her proper shape.]

[embracethewind]

[ a trembling runs through his legs not only for the lasting jolts of afterglow but the hidden memory inside his body about those feathers that merge into tomoe. fingers from a hand claw at his chest, trying to shy away the urge of coming out of his lover and withdraw unexpectedly his unsteady breath might be loud. his other hand flats against her belly nervously, not leaving her there and not letting the trauma win over him. is it alright if they stay like that for a moment? ]

I'm-- sorry, I...

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe is fortunately blissed out enough that she doesn't immediately notice his reaction, too pleased at the feeling of still being connected. Her hand comes up to rest over the one on her stomach, more than happy to stay like that for the time being.]

[She hums quietly]

What are you apologizing for...?

[embracethewind]

[ certainly he doesn't intend to exit her yet. taking a mouthful of nothing — ]

I said-- I said... I wanted to see a little of your transformation, but-- but...

I don't know why my body feels on edge, love... It's... not like with my own feathers...

[ the tone in his voice is low and weak out of fear. ]

[willing_sheath]

[The admission sobers her a little and she nods slightly, twining her fingers with his and drawing his hand up higher until she holds it against her chest where he may be able to feel her still-quick heartbeat.]

It... doesn't happen every time... [Only when she was excited enough to lose herself in the act with her energy following suit and losing track of her pre-determined edges. Really... if it weren't for the bad association he should feel honored. It was rare for her to be that worked up.]

[embracethewind]

Don't... get me wrong. I won't fear you. Ever.

[ feeling her heartbeat is enough to erase his last remnants of insecurities. no mistake he feels honored, pride even, that she reached to that point because of him.

his other hand touches her bottom cheek, spotting something peculiar that brings out a chuckle. ]

What a cute mole~

[willing_sheath]

[She lightly snorts at his observation, remembering the first time he'd felt the need to point the mark out, huffing a laugh.]

Baka...

[embracethewind]

[ he bends over her, fingers laced with hers against the back of the sofa and seeks her lips for a brief, smiling and hungry kiss, wings lowered and relaxed. in a murmur — ]

I see you enjoy our connection. Do you want us to stay like this a little longer?

[willing_sheath]

[She sighs quietly, feeling him press to her back as he leans over her, turning enough to meet the kiss.]

Yes... [She murmurs back. She preferred to stay together as long as possible... though admittedly this wasn't the best position for it. Her lips curl very slightly against his.] Unless you would like to move someplace more comfortable... [Whether it was simply to bask together or continue on to another round, she would be satisfied with either.]

[embracethewind]

[ another round could be the perfect excuse to stay inside her longer after so long of not enjoying themselves. his face nuzzles against her neck now. ]

Let's go upstairs, shall we?

[ with a small thrust of temptation, he gets out of her, wet and slightly hard, not moving from her yet. ]

Would you like me to carry you?