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Thanks For The Memories	By : AdminRaptor Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 2200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eighty years passed in the blink of an eye. I trained and improved my abilities. Yomi and Raizen took to power fairly quickly, but in different areas. Both of them toppled local, then regional rulers with relative ease. A third ruler, Mukuro, was also making himself known, and there became an urgency for all three of them to accrue as much territory as possible. I felt bad for anyone that stood in their way. To be clear, the trio’s establishments of power did not always necessitate bloodshed. Often, those who would oppose them would surrender--no loss of life required.
With the desire for more territory, the tension between the rulers that hadn’t before existed began to rise. The three, who might have been able to get along to some degree before, began to detest each other. It wasn’t just about acquiring land, either. Their personalities, outlooks on the world, and goals were all markedly different, and as time went on, these differences would only become more apparent.
It was after Yomi had conquered the territory of yet another regional ruler that I came home one evening to an empty home. Walking inside, I was shocked. There was nothing. No bed, no possessions. It was as if it had never been lived in at all, and I was pissed, thinking someone had stolen our things. I shouldn’t have been surprised, of course. It wasn’t like the hut was difficult to get into. Still, that didn’t keep me from being upset that everything was gone.
Turning around, I walked smack into Yomi, who wrapped his arms around my waist as if nothing were the matter. He spoke before I could even get a word out.
“Don’t be mad about the hut.”
“What? Are you serious?”
“It’s not what you think.” He smiled, trying to kiss me, but I put a hand between our faces.
“Then what is it?”
“I have a surprise for you.” I wasn’t convinced I shouldn’t be upset yet, so he added, “Relax. I just moved our stuff. It wasn’t stolen.”
That calmed me down. “So, is that part of the surprise?”
“Part of it, yes.”
“And what’s the rest?”
“You’ll find out if you let me kiss you.” He leaned in again, and I didn’t resist this time, wrapping my arms around his neck. The make-out session lasted a few moments before he stopped it.
“Your surprise.” He reminded me.
“What? That wasn’t it?” I joked, wanting more.
“No.” He grinned as he threw me over his shoulders like a sack of rice and began walking off, laughing as I protested this method of travel. He carried me quite a distance to the castle of the ruler he’d just killed. Try not to imagine a European medieval castle when I say this. This was Japan. Our castles, though made out of wood and stone, were designed in an entirely different fashion than what one might imagine when I say “castle.” Much like other castles, they were fortresses as well as homes for royalty. The one that Yomi carried me two was rather large, multi-floored. I was amazed by the sight. The former ruler must have been rather wealthy to have been able to afford and maintain such a stronghold. And now it was Yomi’s.
“Wow.” I breathed.
“Welcome home.” He set me down, led me inside, up a couple stories, and into a bedroom. It was magnificent. Spacious. Our things rested in one corner, and in the center of the room was a brand new futon. It didn’t even look like it had been slept in.
“It’s new. I had it made for us.” He commented, as if reading my mind, and then lowered his mouth to my ear, whispering, “Would you like to try it out?”
I could only nod my response, shivering from the feeling his breath in my ear had caused.
“I’d hoped so. I have something special planned for tonight, if you would be willing to humor me.” His mouth didn’t leave my ear and I was becoming aroused just by his voice.
“Yes…” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but I didn’t care either.
He moved his head away from mine and that disappointed me slightly. I turned to see what he was doing and watched as he pulled a blindfold from his pocket. It was the same blindfold that I’d used while training with him.
“Blind sex?” I raised an eyebrow. Yomi responded by gently covering my eyes and tying the cloth around my head. He traced one of his fingers down my jawline to my chin, tilting it up to kiss me. The touch and the kiss both felt different, almost as if I was feeling their sensations for the first time.
“The thing about vision,” Yomi’s voice was low, “is that it makes things predictable. Every touch is anticipated, every action foreseen to some degree.” I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed again, mouths open this time. He gripped the back of my kimono, pulling until the kiss finally broke and I took a step backward.
“Hold on,” he said, still close enough for me to feel his body heat. He undid my obi (sash) and it fell to my feet. His movements were slow and deliberate as he stripped me until the only thing I was wearing was the pants that I always kept on under my kimono. The air felt different now that I couldn’t see anything, and I felt much more exposed despite the fact that I was still half-clothed and had been more naked before.
He let me stand like that, the anticipation and desire for his touch building as he removed his own clothes. Eager to get it on sooner, I pulled my own pants off and heard him chuckle. Once he was finished undressing, he pulled me back toward him by my waist. My back met his chest and he slid his hands up to my breasts. I understood now what he meant about vision. I couldn’t see where he was going to touch me, so even a slight brush of the skin was a surprise and the sensation was intensified.
I let out a small gasp when his fingers found my nipples and began to tease them, pinching lightly. He also began to nip at my neck and ear. I wanted to melt. Soon, one hand left the breast it had been playing with. Even though I had a pretty good idea of where it was headed, that didn’t by any means lower the intensity of his touch as it met my inner thigh, ran up it slowly, and paused just before reaching the one place I wanted his hand to go most. I let out an involuntary sound that can only be described as a cross between a whine and a moan.
“That’s just mean.” I complained.
“Relax. Even I’m not going to be able to resist much longer. Be patient. It will come.” A pause, and then, “And so will you.” These words were whispered into my ear and I felt myself shiver again.
He lowered himself to the ground slowly, pulling me down with him into a sitting position. I was still in front of him, and leaned into him as he began to tease and massage my breasts again. I hadn’t realized that I’d curled my knees up until both of his hands left my breasts to gently push them apart. And finally, finally, I felt one of his hands playing with my folds. I let out a moan as he found my clitoris. He used his other hand to press his fingers inside of me.
His pumping started slow, but sped up whenever I bucked my hips toward his hands. Once he had to stop because I’d accidentally pushed myself too far forward and had to drag myself back up into a sitting position before he could comfortably play with me again.
Time was non-existent. There was nothing but pleasure in and around me. After a while, I began to feel the heat and tension building up inside of me, and it was all I could do to manage a coherent “Don’t stop!” He pumped just a little bit harder, sending me over the edge into paradise, the orgasm extending through all parts of my body. I was still trembling when he removed his hands from my heat.
He moved, and I ended up falling onto my back. He explained to me that he was just moving the blanket off of the futon for now, and asked me to get up and come over to where he was. I didn’t bother walking. I just crawled on my hands and knees over to the futon. Once I reached the bed, I felt him grab my hips from behind me, positioning himself. I didn’t have time to warn him that this was another position in which I could not be silent, but it wouldn’t take long to figure out. The second he thrust inside me, I cried out loudly.
He didn’t stop, but he did let out a sound that I couldn’t completely identify. It sounded like something between laughter and a moan. As always, his pace was quick, and it wasn’t long at all before I felt myself tightening around him, nearly screaming when another orgasm exploded through my body. Then another. By this point, I had buried my face into the futon to attempt to conceal at least some of the sound, but Yomi just pulled my shoulder so that I couldn’t do that.
Each thrust was better than the last, and he only pushed harder as he came closer and closer to his own climax. His grunts got louder and I could feel myself tightening again. Our orgasms were close together. He was breathing hard, and I thought he might collapse from exhaustion right there, but he didn’t. He plopped down next to me, and I ended up having to grab the blanket to bring it closer in case we needed it. He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms and I couldn’t have cared less that he was covered in sweat.
“I didn’t realize…” He started, grinning.
“Realize what? That I’m ridiculously loud?”
“Try ridiculously hot. I love hearing you scream like that. We should definitely do that again sometime.”
His hands were in my hair as we passed out. Fuck the blanket.
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