Senetsu sighed, a blush in her narrow cheeks.
“It’s hard to notice, but this place can be beautiful when it’s quiet.”
“It can, but so rarely is.”
“Well,” she rested her head on Aname’s shoulder, slipping their fingers together, “it is tonight.”
“And why?” Again, she toyed with one of the black plaits.
“Because I sent them away.”
“All of them?”
“Mhm.” She nuzzled closer and Aname took her under her arm. “Running a clan war simulation. Everyone is holding the perimeter, and they will be all night.”
“You’re a cunning and devious woman, Senetsu. I appreciate this.”
“You’re welcome, but I did it for selfish reasons.”
“Oh?” She looked down and their eyes met.
“You’re leaving for four days. So, tonight I want you all to myself.”
Senetsu leaned in, and Aname guided their lips together. The first kiss was quick and light. The second was deeper. The third was long as they felt the passion of the moment build between them. Their breath came slow, and they eased their bodies together. Aname pulled Senetsu close, a hand on her thigh. Senetsu pulled her back.
Teasing the hems of the yellow silk, Aname touched at the bare thigh of her apprentice, who stiffened before allowing her to move her lips down her neck. Gently, she eased the robe open and kissed the firm shoulder. Senetsu’s skin was soft, warm, and smelled of peach blossoms, and her voice was quiet as she panted.
Aname spread the lapels, putting her mouth to a small breast as she walked her fingers up Senetsu’s inner thigh. The woman arched as she touched between her legs. The soft fabric was damp, and her chest heaved. She pushed the cloth aside, her fingers gliding between hot, sticky lips before passing inside.
Senetsu gasped as her body tensed, and Aname urged deeper–knowing just where and how to touch. Soon her own body was burning, and her fingers were coated. Taking her hand away, she offered them to Senetsu, who took the fingers and cleaned them, her tongue folding around the tips. Her face was cherry red, and her breath came in deep sighs.
“We should go inside, my lady.”
“I think you’re right.”
They helped each other stand and went inside, shutting the door. Aname came from behind, taking Senetsu by the waist and burying her face in the woman’s neck.
Senetsu purred and allowed herself to be taken, guiding the woman’s hands to her breasts. Aname squeezed, reaching beneath the silk to roll the stiff nipples between her fingers.
With a tug Aname undid her obi. She spread the robe open, her hands desperate to touch as much of the small, toned body as they could–her stomach, her breasts, her hips. She reached beneath her panties and between her thighs, finding her now sopping. Senetsu stifled a moan as she accepted Aname’s fingers again. Pulling out, she drew a line between the woman’s lips, biting her ear as she teased.
Aname turned her around. Grinning at Senetsu’s flushed expression she slipped the fingers into her own mouth this time. Senetsu threw herself at her, and they dropped to the futon, Aname on top with Senetsu pulling at her kimono from below.
She parted the front and reached in to remove her large breasts. Aname gasped as she felt the soft lips and sharp teeth. She reached down to stroke Senetsu’s sex, and together they worked the panties down and off.
Aname spread the younger woman’s legs, teasing until she slipped inside. Senetsu’s body accepted her eagerly, and her mouth worked with a fury at her skin, sucking and kissing. Aname allowed herself to be undressed, cradling the woman’s head to her. She burned–glad to feel their warm skin together.
Senetsu turned her over, climbing on top and hiding their naked bodies inside the tent of yellow silk as she loomed above. Lowering down, she kissed her master’s lips, then her neck, her chest, and down her stomach. Aname sighed and lifted her hips as her panties were removed. She sighed again as she felt lips on her bare thigh, traveling up. Looking down, their eyes met and she brushed at Senetsu’s hair, holding one of the long braids. With a gasp, she arched as the woman’s tongue found her.
Biting her lip, she rocked her hips, making her body as available as possible for the other woman’s attention. She wanted more. Needed more. There was only tonight. Only now.
Between her legs Senetsu was hard at work. The woman’s breath was hot on her thighs, and her tongue was soft. The clean, smooth braids of hair tickled her legs, and just when she needed it most, a pair of slender fingers entered to swell a new tension.
“Mm, Senetsu.”
“Yes, Captain?” She flicked her tongue.
“I’m so close.”
“I’m glad.” She pressed.
Aname arched, fighting down a moan.
“Fuck.”
“Don’t hold back, Captain.” Her tongue flicked again and she crawled up till their faces were together. “We’re all alone, remember? I saw to everything, so don’t hold back.”
Aname let out a long moan as Senetsu’s fingers pressed against her G spot. Her body tightened and her sex surged. With a trembling wave, she released. Senetsu pressed on, tapping her fingers against the swollen nerves. Aname pulled her into a frenzied kiss, their tongues fighting. She tasted herself, and smelled peach blossoms. Her body tightened again, and she took Senetsu by the wrist, urging her to continue. Quaking, she came a second time, coating the hand between her thighs.
Lost in the euphoria, she found herself crashing into the other woman, both of them tearing at the other’s yukata till they were entirely bare. Aname shot a hand down Senetsu’s hips, thrusting her fingers deep within the woman’s body. Senetsu moaned and wrapped her legs around her waist. Aname used her weight to push the fingers deeper, held their bodies together.
Senetsu felt small beneath her, her hips narrow and her sex tight even as it begged for more. She pulled Aname’s face to hers, kissing feverishly.
“I’m going to cum,” she panted.
“Not yet you aren’t.”
Aname removed her hand and forced the other woman’s legs apart, burying her face between them. Senetsu’s body was hot and dripping, and as Aname lapped her tongue between the thin, pink lips she decided the smell was more beautiful than the flowers. She was all consuming–the smell, the taste, the feel of her against her tongue, the vise grip of her legs as she came, and the sticky torrent that followed.
Still mad with lust, she clambered back up to kiss again as she straddled one of the slim legs. A shiver ran through her as she ground her aching sex against the muscled thigh. Senetsu did the same, both of them panting, moaning, and moving against one another.
Aname hooked one of Senetsu’s narrow shoulders as she laced their fingers together. The hard nipples of her small breasts pointed into the soft flesh of her own. Their abs, coated in sweat, and their hips, coated in passion, ground against each other. Desperate, she pulled her close and felt herself pulled in return. She felt the breath on her face and smelled the flowers. She felt her next climax coming, and as their eyes locked she saw Senetsu’s coming too.
“Cum with me.”
“Yes, Captain.”
“I love you.”
Without a word, Senetsu kissed her. The swelling tension broke with a deep moan. In her ear she heard Senetsu moaning as well, and felt her release on her thigh. Trembling, they collapsed, fighting for air.
“Did you mean it?” Senetsu asked, once she’d recovered.
“Of course.”
The woman smiled, her eyes bleary with ecstasy.
Curled together on the futon, they drifted to sleep. Aname woke in the morning before dawn and dressed. Taking the scroll from the chest, she tucked it beneath her obi and readied to leave, taking a final moment to watch Senetsu sleeping peacefully in the breaking daylight.
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