18A late #nationalhornyday fic.
Amaterasu is known as the "Great Goddess" or "Great Spirit who shines in the Heavens" which is namely why I chose it because Yumemi fits the second description, no?
Um… anyway, I'm really ******* sorry as this is going to be the only thing censored. I mean it's not that filthy but it's flirty and has roleplay and sex obviously. I'm being a bit dramatic here, but I haven't wrote about roleplay like ever so I don't know how this came out. It's not heavy roleplay, I guess, but the idea is there.
Rated M - again, really ******* sorry. Mind any errors.
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"Is this what you envisioned?"
Munto turned at the sound of his wife's voice. Dressed in thin cloth, she stood by the bathroom, hand on hip.
Bare and vulnerable to her gaze, a flood of heat raced south. Chills were left in its wake and he couldn't help but shiver.
Yumemi smiled as her eyes at first lingered on the lower portion of his body before trailing upward. She seemed to appreciate his body's reaction to the outfit she chose for tonight's theme.
She sauntered over.
The skirt she wore was a light fabric of sparkling purple and blue hues. It wrapped around from hip to hip in the back with only a transparent strip in the front to hang between her creamy thighs.
"Cat got your tongue?" Golden bracelets clinked as one hand came to rest over his heart.
He visibly gulped, making her smile widen, before hoarsely whispering, "perhaps."
As she pulled back, his gaze wandered over her delicate skin. Her bare stomach with that perfect 'v' that he could see even underneath her skirt. Both wrists had golden bracelets that chimed with every move she made, matched by golden tassel earrings. He bit his cheek at the bra-top she wore. Made of white silk, it cupped both breasts delicately - just like he wanted to. It took effort not to reach out and massage them in his palms.
Body swaying as she cocked a hip and tilted her head in amusement, Munto gave in to the urge. It nearly made him moan. Warm beneath the fabric. Taunt at his touch.
"Tsk, I thought you'd be well behaved," Yumemi slapped his hand away and stepped further back. Out of reach.
The straps of her top crossed against her collarbone and wrapped around her throat like a choker. When she lifted her chin, making sure to glare at him down the bridge of her nose, it tugged the warm nestle her bosom sat in.
Another chill raced over his skin. He felt an equal tug at his cock.
"My apologies." Munto bowed his head.
"All's forgiven." The jingle of her jewelry rang in his ears. Apparently, his brain had no blood left as it buzzed. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me?" Her hands cupped his face.
He nodded numbly.
Munto tried to refocus. He cradled her hands in his own, kissing her knuckles tenderly.
Hoarse and low, his breath tickled her skin, "and how should I worship my goddess tonight?"
Yumemi tilted his chin up, crashing her lips to his. In frenzied passion, she tugged at his bottom lip. Her tongue filled his mouth. It was her right to conquer him as such. To demand absolute submission.
He bent his knees, giving her the advantage. Cupping her bottom, he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his lean torso. She rubbed against him and even though the fabric of her skirt blocked any real skin-to-skin contact, he could feel her wetness. It easily soaked the cloth.
Ruby lips and pinkened cheeks. Two pearly teeth peeking out to bite those ruby lips. Thick lashes fanned those pinkened cheeks.
She appeared pleased. Even satiated.
One hand wrapped around the side of his neck. Her thumb just over his thrumming pulse. The other tangled itself in his hair. It kept his head lowered and almost tucked under her chin.
She towered over him still.
Yet, even as her lids hid shining emeralds and her chin was raised well above him, her hunger radiated from every pore in her body.
How foolish of him to think a mere kiss would ever satisfy such a being.
Yumemi licked her already moist lips. She smiled down at him, her thumb brushing across his bruised lower lip.
"Shall we see what that tongue can do?" She settled down on his hips, his hands taking more of the weight.
Wordlessly, Munto carried her to the bed. A rumble began in his stomach as she nuzzled his neck.
"Hungry?"
His rumble turned into a heady purr.
"Not for food."
Yumemi dragged him down to her side. She quickly straddled his waist, loving how she pressed against him. Teasing him, her lips ghosted over his before pressing just below his ear.
He strained underneath her, groaning at the soft contact. Unable to stop, his hips pushed up to grind gently. He expected her to roll off of him at the offense.
She giggled in his ear before licking from the base of his eat to the tip. In pure agony, she returned his earlier lapse in control full force and blew a cool stream of air across his ear.
"Eager, aren't we?" At his moan, she pulled back. "Don't fret, love, I'm eager too."
She flicked the skinny strip of her skirt aside, placing her wet labia on his stomach. There she continued to rock her hips. Then, she slowly lowered herself across his chest to press her lips to his.
Unlike before, Yumemi sampled his mouth methodically. Her breasts created wonderful friction in rhythm to both her tongue and hips.
Munto held his sign of frustration as she retreated. That feeling eased as her nose trailed a path to the base of his neck. A spot she'd suckle and tease to her heart's content.
He had no idea how long he laid underneath her. She trailed across his collarbone, biting and kissing his sun-kissed skin. Never rushing. Just leisurely strolling across his skin with her lips and tongue and teeth. Like rose petals and thorns.
She even found a few spots on his chest to leave her mark.
Yumemi rolled off him, murmuring in delight. He didn't wait. He sat up, nudged her knees apart and set his mouth to work.
His hands massaged her thighs. Slow and gently. His lips lingered caressingly.
His tongue stroked delicate skin. Giving rise to goosebumps.
Then, his teeth nipped, but only at first. They barely grazed over her. On the second pass, they trapped a piece of skin, suckling with a gentle tongue. Not enough to leave a mark. No, only enough for pleasurable sighs to escape her.
Eventually, his mouth had made its way across her inner thigh and to the nestle of curls. He could smell that heady scent. The scent of her wet sex.
A hand brushed through his hair, blunt fingernails scraping his scalp. Her fingers grasped his hair when he blew a stream of cool air. He was teasing her.
"Mun-" She choked on her words as his tongue rushed out. It teased the lips of her sex, giving him barely a taste.
Barely a taste would not do.
Munto grabbed hold of her hips, pushing them into the mattress. Hungrier than before, his tongue lapped at her juices. Exploring her outer cavern until he found its pearly treasure.
Erect, her clit wasn't hard to find. He did try to take his time. He really did. But the scent of pleasure filled his nose and tingled his taste buds. Intoxicating.
He licked and suckled, her moans, her squirming, heightened his own pleasure. Encouraged him - no, commanded him to continue.
"Munto!" Her toes curled, hips bucking.
Determined, he growled low, teeth-gnashing. His cock protested. So close. Yet, he dared not enter her.
His tongue returned to work.
Yumemi's teeth ground together, jaw locking as she desperately tried to push herself further up into him. His grasp on her hips never wavered.
Her back arched, her cry of pleasure echoing around them.
As her spasms faded, her fingers loosened their hold on his locks. His scalp would be bruised come morning. She gently massaged him, almost apologetically, as he laved at her entrance. Like a dog with peanut butter.
Yumemi tugged on a red strand. A signal to stop.
Munto pulled back. His nose trailed up, through her curls and followed her 'v' until he reached her hip. He brushed her skirt aside to tenderly suckle her hip bone.
Yumemi hummed in response. Mostly amused. Once again, she tugged at his hair.
With a resigned sigh, Munto laid next to her. He nuzzled her shoulder with his cock hard against her hip.
She scratched at his whiskered cheek.
"You were very good." Munto kissed her fingers in response. "Perhaps you deserve a reward?"
Another test.
"I am always rewarded when I get the honor of pleasing you, my goddess." His lips tickled her skin.
Not quite rehearsed with each word measured carefully as if he had taken a great deal of time to consider his answer, but he didn't hesitate. Only pausing to breathe his words to life.
Yumemi pushed him onto his back. His eyes widened, mouth a bit agape, and if he had the ears of a cat, they would surely have been pulled flat against his skull. Biting her lip to keep her laughter at bay, she straddled his waist. His hands froze in mid-air, unsure of how to proceed. He didn't want her to get up. Not when pure heaven sat on his navel.
"That's a very good answer, Munto." His name rolled off her tongue like a blessing. "A rather good answer."
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This site really hates links.
Munto - reactionimage . org 671426491 .html
Yumemi - Deviantart: axsens/art/Kanna-Godness-815316329
