52: Impetuous Nature

WARNING: This chapter contains sexually explicit content between consenting adults (M/F)

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Tsukiyomi stands in the grand hall, cerulean eyes flickering red before he yawns, stretches, and pops his neck and back.

Shaking his shoulders loose, he heads to his study.

Crossing the threshold, his robes transform into red and black silk with a gold, flying serpent across the back; naked, ivory feet glide over the teal and silver area rug.

Sitting in his chair, he snaps his fingers and a piece of paper lands on the table in front of him.

Grabbing a reed pen and dipping it into a white pot of black ink, his attention rises to the door when Mizuki enters without knocking.

"I have not summoned you. Why have you brought yourself?" His blue gaze examines her as she sashays confidently across the room.

He sticks the pen in the inkpot and folds his hands on the table.

"I wanted to speak with you while Sanemaru teaches your human whore the ropes," her violet eyes narrow as she speaks distastefully, running her fingertips along the edge of his table while walking alongside it.

"You know it is unwise to disrespect me in my hearth." He states coolly, rising to his feet and sending the chair back.

Placing his hands flat on the table, he leans in close to her face.

"The only thing I know to be unwise, Tsukiyomi," snarling his name, "is you. I seek Emperor Ryu." Mirroring him, she brings her face closer to his than protocol.

In an instant, her back is pinned to his workspace by her throat; the inkpot and other items roll off the table with a crash when the furniture jostles under their sudden weight.

Gripping her flesh tightly, claws elongate to hold her snug as the tips just barely puncture her flesh.

Mizuki's face contorts into a helpless whimper and she claws at his scale-covered forearm. Red eyes illuminate the darkness of his face while he holds himself over her.

She writhes to break free, stiffening when he leans in close to talk into her ear.

"What if I told you Ryu is under -my- will?" He pulls back to see her expression change from distress to horror, violet orbs watering from the lack of air.

Tsukiyomi lets out an eerie chuckle, loosening his grasp then sitting back in his chair.

Scales recede into flesh as claws tap over the wooden armrest. He watches Mizuki collect herself with shame.

Turning to face him from her seat on the table, "you risk interfering with my plans, kuma (bear). You are too impatient." He ganders through half-lidded eyes, a sultry gaze wandering from her face down every curve of her scantily clad body.

Wearing only a thin silk, purple, wrap-tie dress hiked up her thigh and falling off her shoulders, his lip twitches while wondering if she is naked underneath.

"Why did you frighten me so?" A tone of disappointment drips from her tongue, opening her fan to conceal the lower half of her face.

"Hn. Even as you laid there, frightened, your body grew aroused. Could this form be a source of pure torture and your flesh passionately cry out for more?" Ryu stands swiftly, trailing his fingertips along the table until he reaches her knee.

"I could do the most vile and gruesome things, and still, you would crave these hands to be the only ones oppressing you." The back of alabaster knuckles glide along the outside of her peachy thigh, his lips teasing their way along the delicate skin of her bare shoulder.

Ryu's breath tickles her, his lips never parting completely from her skin while he talks, "I can feel it, kuma," he caresses her arms, "you -yearn- for this body to be only yours, inside and out."

With an insidious amusement, "and you do not care how you get it." Whisking teeth gently over her flesh, taunting her, she closes her eyes.

He barks, "know your place, onna. Had it been the true Tsukiyomi, you may have lost your life for such insolence." He snatches her thighs and spreads them apart, filling the void with his hips as he nestles into her.

"Do not let the kind nature of the moon god fool you," grasping her upper arm, he pulls her close.

"I would not have been able to enter him if he had no darkness to be found in his heart," staring down into her soul with an empty gaze, he rips his body away then returns to his chair.

"Are you not willing to learn patience," Mizuki yelps when her ankle rises against her will and she is dragged across the table.

She props herself up, finding her legs hinged over the table with Ryu sitting just past her knees.

"And only act when I say so?" Soft digits stroke roughly along her thighs, nudging up the hem of her dress when it tries to interfere.

Ryu pushes forward until the sensitive flesh of her mound feels the temperature change in the air.

His touch shoots a shiver through her nerves and she nods in submission, placing a hand on top of his.

He swats it away then rips her thighs apart, forcing them to rest on his shoulders as her calves hang down his back.

With a shriek, her back is on the table and her quivering core is at Ryu's every whim.

"If you grab me, I will bind your limbs to ravage you mercilessly before the soldiers..." He rolls his tongue along her inner thigh.

"Perhaps even watch them spread apart your spasmodic, wet holes, and stuffing you until you can't take anymore before covering you in their seed," Ryu's menacing promise pairs with his hot breath tickling her supple skin.

A smirk crosses his lips when she covers her face with the crook of her arm, shielding her thoughts on the matter.

Ryu blows cool breath over her slit before sliding his tongue deep within her pulsing entrance, coaxing a moaning gasp. Mizuki stifles a moan past gritted teeth at the sudden intrusion.

He pumps his tongue in and out of her, rolling and twisting deeply, shallowly, and everything in between before encircling her nub with hot lips.

He sucks her button, teasing it until firm, pink flesh emerges.

Clutching her hips to pin her where he wants, he drags his tongue from the outside of her gooey center to her engorged pearl, lapping the length of her core teasingly slow then hungrily fast.

Mizuki grabs her breasts through her dress, massaging the sensitive mounds while trapping her nipples between fingers.

A searing moan escapes as her hips roll and rock, grinding against his avid nature; she is reminded of how powerless she is, a dull digit prods her entrance simultaneously to his mouth trapping and ravaging her clit.

She reaches for his ponytail, aching to fill her hands with any part of him, yet refraining upon remembrance of his wicked plan should she fail to obey.

He growls quietly into her moist flesh, suckling her lips before nipping along the crook of her groin and palming her spread, slick folds. Kissing and sucking his way back to her clit, he molests it with slow and delicate licks.

She moans louder, bucking when his hearty tongue proceeds to fill her spasming tunnel, joining the lone digit. Mizuki grows hotter, her scorching body burning to be devoured by his molten lava until there is nothing left.

He withdraws and spanks her dripping pussy a few times with a satisfying groan, "after all you've been through, I thought you might enjoy such an opportunity to be dropped into your lap, guilt free."

Ryu wipes his face before removing her thighs from his shoulders and repositioning her onto the table.

He observes Mizuki's lusty gaze, violet eyes begging for more as her feet find the arms of his chair.

Tilting his head back with a smirk, listening to her drunken tone, "my lord, I desire to be filled by only you..." Rosy cheeks darken as she closes her eyes and holds up her fan; rigid, pink nipples keep her gown from falling to her waist.

"Mmm, you flatter me, young Mizuki," he cups her ankles and escorts her feet up his thighs.

Teasing the shaft of his rigid muscle with the bottoms of her feet, "I can't say I blame you. Who would've known such a beautiful man could pack such a mighty treasure?"

With a toothy grin, he traps his bulge between her feet. Massaging her feet and ankles, he controls the increasing pressure and friction over his groin.

"Were you, too, a beautiful man?" She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip, her knees dipping toward each other when she lowers her fan to the table beside her. He waves a hand, "I was handsome, -completely- different."

He goes silent, sliding his fingers between her toes and working her muscles loose as a joyful reminiscence fills his face.

"Wavy, dark hair," he raises a foot to kiss along her arch.

"Bronze skin, strong enough jaw to cut stone on," his cheek brushes her inner ankle into a kiss, "but this chitsu-slayer," he grabs a handful of himself in his free hand with a raunchy grin, "was like getting reacquainted with 'little' Quxum (keh-shem)."

He chortles before calling her body into his lap, her legs bent over the armrests.

"If this is the only meat flute you want at your party, how would you feel about another singer?"

He shoves two dull digits deep into her oozing core before hooking them, his thumb pressing into her firm, slippery clit.