Dancing Under the Moon's Light [M Rated]

Kiyoko’s pleas were answered, Hagane responding quickly to her desires. With her legs placed over the man’s shoulders it allowed him better access to her nether region, something he was quick to capitalize on. As his hand moved to her inner thing, nails digging in, her cries of passion intensified signalling her approval. She would grip his broad shoulders with her legs, her rear lifting a touch off the ground as she did and angling her hips upwards to encourage deeper prodding. At the first sharp brush of teeth against her most sensitive area her breath caught in her throat, silencing momentarily the wail that came as his teeth grazed her again. Her voice was loud enough that it reverberated off the rocky walls making a quiet echo that spoke of her delicious torment.

Content that he understood her need for more intense pleasure she would move her hand from on top of his and clutch at his long dark locks once more. She wasn’t trying to hurt him, her hands needed something to hold on to - something tangible and grounding else she might think she was in a dream. She tried not to buck her hips too much, not wanting to interrupt Hagane’s impressive skill with mouth, tongue and teeth, but at times the sharp movement of her pelvis was entirely involuntary. She was ecstatic that he moved with her and despite her twitching and squirming never lost his pace. She could feel her release building, it was slow - the older Samurai having found a rhythm that would bring her close and then a swift burst of pain would make the intense feeling plateau and each time the feeling would build in intensity.

She was beyond the point of cognisant thought, all that existed in her mind was the extreme pleasure the gorgeous man cradled between her thighs was giving her. She could have stayed that way for eternity, and just when she had adjusted to her new reality of Hagane’s oral attentions she felt a single finger pass over her core. She bucked again, blindly searching to ease the digit in using nothing but her hips. Her insides ached at the thought of him pushing into her with it. She didn’t have to wait long as it seemed he was past the point of teasing her and the man’s larger finger pushed in and immediately curled up towards the sky. It was not as though Kiyoko was inexperienced in the ways of pleasure, but she had clearly not been with anyone as attentive and expertly skilled as her current lover. As his finger curled and twitched inside her muscles would lock and she gripped him with all her might. Her back arched even further so that she was now suspended in the air by her knees on Hagane’s shoulders and the very top of her head. She moaned and squealed with new ferocity, causing the rock walls of the cavern to ring with her cries. Her release was building faster now, but in a way she’d not felt before. This time was different, she felt it everywhere from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her whole body would shake as the waves of pleasure that had begun building when they first entered the river began crashing out. The unrelenting pleasure, the finger curled deep within her, the man’s tongue and teeth flicking and biting at her tender bud; all of this pushed her over the edge. Her tiny body shook violently as she screamed the man’s name, her hands still gripping his hair.

(260 exp)

Hagane was very focused on what he was doing--so much so he probably had even dropped his sensing technique at this point. Still, this didn’t stop him from hearing the woman’s vocalizations to his actions, once he’d brushed his teeth against Kiyoko’s womanhood, she didn’t seem to hold back, surely if there had been anyone anywhere close by...they likely heard the echo. But that aside, Hagane never stopped, the man continuing to keep up with every movement she made with her hips. This would remain true when Kiyoko felt Hagane’s fingertip gently pressed along her skin, the buck her hips he’d simply adjust to, and continue with his intentions. He was in control of the situation...and he enjoyed every moment of it. He got enjoyment out of pleasuring her...it only made him want more too.

To say she seemed to enjoy what happened once he would curl his finger within her may have been an understatement, she lifted herself off the ground by her legs upon his shoulders and her head at the touch of the Healing Hand of Steel...maybe not the most appropriate nickname in this situation. He could feel her tighten up, almost pulling his finger in and holding it there--or trying to force it out. But he’d keep moving it, fingertip rapidly, even more so now, twitching and flicking against her most sensitive area, his tongue, lips, and teeth toying with the next most sensitive. It may have been too much for her. Hagane would for sure get a taste, the woman’s body releasing the built up tension in a rush from within. Hagane almost moaned at the feeling of her climax, the taste of her filling his lips. He never relented through it though, trying his hardest to make sure it wasn’t cut short by anything on his part--prolonged as much as he could make it.

The dark haired man would finally pull back, his head lifting to look up at her, him removing his finger and savoring the taste that coated it for a moment. He couldn’t wait anymore, him shifting himself to let the woman’s legs fall off his shoulders, only to catch them with his arms and spread her open--giving himself a view he could look at forever. He leaned over, going to press his lips to hers once more in a passionate kiss--meanwhile she’d feel the length of Hagane’s manhood at her doors, teasing entrance. His hands moved to curl around her thighs and give himself a solid grip over the smaller woman’s body, a shift of his hips letting him enter, pushing deep within as Hagane deepened his kiss, tongue wishing to dance with Kiyoko’s once more.

An explosion of light and colour was all that Kiyoko could register, that and his name. Hagane. Where she was or why she was even there was beyond her ability to comprehend. All she could think of was the beautiful dark haired Samurai and the pleasure he bestowed upon her. For what felt like it could have been an eternity, but was more likely a few seconds, she floated in the soft grass, every fibre of her being buzzing with the low hum of her release. It was only when the man’s finger pulled out of her that she stirred from her momentary stupor and looked up towards her lover, just in time to see him enthusiastically sampling her taste from his finger. As she watched the fire that had been expelled just moments ago reignited deep in her core and she would shift to try to reach up to him. Her body had other plans however and her muscles refused to cooperate with her intentions, leaving her to pout as she struggled to regain control of her limbs.

As the stronger man pulled her legs apart and gazed at her, she would blush fiercely at the sudden realization that she was fully naked and on display for a man that not two days before had been a complete stranger. In a way it made the experience all the more thrilling, the strange surrealness of it. She would squirm slightly as he looked at her womanhood, not trying to hide or get away, moving for lack of a better use of her energy. It was as though his eyes were continuing the work his mouth and hands had just ceased, and her insides ached for more. She didn’t have to wait long as he would lean down over her and place his lips over hers. She could taste herself on him, a strange and exotic flavor that she felt surprise at having never tasted before. His kiss was passionate and she matched it with the hunger of her own, moaning into his mouth as she felt him against her opening. Her hips would thrust towards his, seeking to allow entry to his manhood. His strong hands gripping her thighs and securing his hold on her she felt him enter in one strong and smooth movement, her moans raising in volume and pitch as her body struggled to accommodate him. She would push her tongue into his mouth, her kiss showing her fervent hunger and wrap both of her arms around the back of his neck. Her kiss would stop only for a second as she groaned his name and pushed her hips up to meet his.

(280 exp)

The aging Ronin could only smile as he looked upon the beauty in front of him, taking note of the woman’s blush--lit by the moonlight and a hint of the dim glow from the orbs of flames that continued to dance around the two. The two locked lips and he was granted full access to Kiyoko’s body, feeling the young woman’s arms curl around his neck, her breaking the kiss to moan the man’s name...well, the name he was known by. He’d slide his hands along her thighs until they reached the backs of her knees, putting her into the optimum position for him to take advantage of every inch that pushed against her tightened walls.

Hagane began to thrust his hips--moving himself from tip to the furthest reaches he could manage, each movement firm and quick. His fingers tightened around where he held her by her legs, nails digging in a bit as he let out a bit of a gasp at the feeling enveloping him. Each shift of the man’s hips would be stronger than the last, him taking in a pleasured breath before his hands suddenly let go of the woman’s legs. They’d slip behind her, under the woman’s back, before lifting the beauty up--himself sitting back to now hold her facing him, straddling his lap. Hands moves from her back to dig his fingers into the meat of her booty, providing a slight pull to match each of his thrusts, pulling her into each one. Hagane buried his face into the woman’s neck while they intertwined, kissing and biting on her neck as he did.

Hagane’s movements were quick and deliberate, evoking a sharp gasp from Kiyoko with each thrust. As his hands moved to the backs of her knees she would let out a loud moan, him adjusting her position to give him better access to the full depth of her. Kiyoko was not a big woman, and her diminutive size was made all the more apparent with the substantial man’s length inside her. Her inner walls had adjusted slightly, and his previous attentions had made her more supple and wet enough to allow ease of entry, but it seemed that there was a limit to the relaxation of her muscles. She could feel the man’s hardness hitting every part of her insides and the faster and harder his thrusts the louder she would wail. His nails were mercifully biting into her flesh again and the stinging sensation of his nails breaking her soft skin urged her to thrust upwards harder against him.

She heard his gasp just before his hands moved swiftly beneath her, pulling her to straddle him as he now sat and dug his fingers into her rear. She would shift her legs so that she could push off the ground with her knees and thighs, aided by his hands on her bottom. She groaned even louder as this angle provided ample room for his thrusting while also stimulating her bud as it rubbed along his pelvis with each thrust. His return to kissing and biting her neck nearly drove her over the edge again, her breathing becoming erratic and labored. She would drag her nails across the man’s back, her excitement translating into a near frantic grasping at his flesh. The intense thrusting and attention to her neck, the hands gripping her rear, all told her she was not in control of this and she loved it. She would crane her neck back, offering up more of it for him to bite and kiss, and continued riding the man, ecstasy in her voice as she felt her pleasure rise higher.

(300 exp)

His ears burned with every gasp and noise that emitted from the beauty before him, only filling him with more desire to please Kiyoko. Maybe he’d gotten a little carried away even, when he had gripped Kiyoko tightly his nails had actually broken her skin, but this only served to increase the enjoyment she was getting out of every movement the man made. By now each movement of the man’s hips would lead every inch deep inside her, and she only made sure of this by shifting herself into each thrust from the man.

But not one to stick with one position, they had switched it up, and Kiyoko was quick to reposition herself to take advantage of the new position the lovers found themselves in. He could hear her breathing change, the feeling of the man’s lips and teeth upon her neck getting just the kind of reaction Hagane hoped to get out of Kiyoko. It drove her crazy. She provided him more access to her neck by tilting her head back, and he’d take advantage of this. From just under her ear to the base of her neck, he’d hardly leave any spot untouched, him having to keep up with the movements of her riding atop him.

In a sudden movement he’d bite her neck rather hard, all the while pulling her close--pushing as deep as he could and holding it there. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she felt his length pulsate with the prolonged penetration. He’d let go with his teeth and would again return to the pattern he’d been in before, hips shifting and thrusting from under her, although this time would clearly be more rough. Each movement was direct in what he intended to do, fingers spreading to get the best grip he could to pull her into each thrust, the strong Samurai easily putting Kiyoko right where he wanted. This would go on for some time with zero signs of slowing, Hagane was a man of otherworldly stamina after all.

As Hagane’s teeth clamped down on the sensitive skin of her neck Kiyoko would gasp. A sharp intake of breath as the strong man pushed himself deep inside of her and held her there. She could feel him pulse within her, the pain from his teeth on her neck quickly transferring to an explosion of pleasure in her core. The feeling of being held still while impaled on him was exhilarating and her body responded by vibrating and twitching with her own release as she screamed his name again.

Kiyoko was in the midst of mentally preparing herself for the ending of her pleasure, when much to her surprise it didn’t end. She’d had only a small handful of lovers in her time, but none of them had anywhere near the experience and godly stamina of the one she had now. His thrusts were more intense now, rougher and she loved it. She gasped and moaned as he pulled her onto him, each thrust of him feeling stronger than the last. Her excitement was rising rapidly once more and she would move both her hands to either side of his handsome face leaning in to kiss him passionately, pausing to take his bottom lip between her teeth and then releasing after a brief moment.

She found keeping pace with the man relatively easy, only because she was being placed where he wanted and very little of the movement in her lower body was of her own volition. This left her upper body free to do what she pleased, so she would lean away from him and arch her back placing her right hand on one of her breasts as though presenting it to him while attempting to guide his mouth to her erect nipple with her other hand.

(320 exp)

The man who's real name had been lost to time would enjoy every moment of the duos dance under the moon's light, the feeling surging through him making his hands gripping the woman grip just a bit tighter, at this point any more and he'd seriously hurt her--but he knew the limit and didn't cross it. Every shift of his hips would push deep, and he'd watch as the widowed woman arched her back, while not so subtly guiding him to her breast. He'd of course have no issue with this, leaning forward and letting his tongue give her nipple a flick, before his lips wrapped around it--tongue toying with her nipple within his mouth as he continued thrusting.

His breathing was becoming more rapid, not because he was loosing his breath, no, the pleasure was reaching its limits and the man pulled her harder into each thrust, biting down carefully but still firmly on her nipple as he did so. Hagane shut his eyes and for a stint of roughly 25 seconds, would pull her even harder, thrust even harder, rougher and faster than before. Giving her all he had. He groaned against her breast as he'd do much like he had before, pulling the woman in and holding her there, pushing himself as deeply as he could. The surge of pleasure rushed through his body, his fingers twitching slightly as literal years of buildup released.

Hagane let go of the woman's nipple and a hand reached up, lacing his fingers into her hair and pulling her into a passionate kiss--all the while, every pulsation of his manhood would release an almost unreal amount of his juices within her. He'd push her back, and pin her down to the ground, still kissing her--still climaxing--his breathing shaky and rapid as the pleasure ran through him and right into her. It felt like forever, even if it was in reality around twenty seconds, but Hagane would break the kiss, and look the woman in the eyes, a smile upon his features.

Hagane seemed to easily understand the woman’s silent request and Kiyoko groaned louder as an eager tongue flicked at her and then swirled around her erect nipple. The movements of his tongue were gentle and in direct contrast to the intense grip of his hands and his thrusting into her. Her voice was becoming hoarse with all the screams and moans her lover was evoking from her, yet still her voice grew louder as she panted and wailed at his attentions. She could feel a tightening in her belly that grew stronger with each thrust of his hardness. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she would climax again, the deep thrusts from Hagane causing her more pleasure than she had known in many years, perhaps ever.

She could feel the man’s pace quickening and it seemed to match her own body's insistence. Just when she’d thought her pleasure could not be increased a sharp bite sent her over the edge, the waves of her release causing her back to arch violently as she succumbed to her own climax. She was aware of him holding her there, no longer thrusting, simply pulling her close as he emptied himself into her. She was aware but the sensations were confusing in their intensity. She floated in his arms, like a boat on the water easily moved by the tide she allowed herself to be pinned to the ground, returning his kiss with equal passion.

Kiyoko thought she might lay there forever, swept up in the rapture of the moment, floating through a starry sky tethered to the earth only by the samurai’s grasp. When Hagane broke their kiss she would slowly descend back to the present feeling him inside her, his strong hands anchoring her to the soft earth and she would gaze up into his beautiful eyes. His smile was enough to cause her to feel suddenly very self aware, almost shy. She would blush a vivid scarlet and smile in return, the unmistakable glow of adoration in her eyes.

(340 exp)

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