eternalturnkey | Taoists?

But there was no answer, simply Miko looking over her work for a moment, before continuing on with the thought that had been interrupted by Futo's arrival. Her hand remained steady as she drew, and the calligraphy was as neat as it had ever been.

There were already enough chances given. Miko's patience was gone. Done. Nothing more to be said. Futo was dismissed. So she needed to leave. If she didn't soon, Miko would go and get Tojiko once again, and Futo would be thrown out like an uninvited intruder. Because at that point, she would be.

But Miko mentioned none of that. Instead, she patiently waited for Futo to understand it was over. She had no more patience for more 'tries'.

What she had hoped this little talk would end with was never going to happen now. And so, it wasn't worth continuing anymore.

She had Tojiko. All would be fine. Tojiko wouldn't fumble.

"I am a fool... a used fool...."

Well, if Miko wanted her gone she was only leaving under one condition. If it had come to that, so be it. If she was worthless used goods, dispose of her properly.

Another long pause, then Miko sighed and stood up. "You're an indecisive idiot, actually. Had you a little more strength in your convictions and intentions, we'd both be on the tatami where you are, in each other's arms, and looking forward to the first tentative steps to a new life with new relationship boundaries, and an eternity never without each other's love."

She began to walk to the door. "But you clearly can't handle that. And you clearly don't want to. Oh you may want to, but your actions do not support it."

The door slid open. "Though I suppose I could expect nothing more from you. Now, you've finally ruined the last of the Mononobe, as it has been all you've been capable of from the beginning."

She stuck her head out into the hallway. "Tojiko, there is an uninvited guest here who is refusing my asking them nicely to leave. Come along and let us get rid of them, now, so we may live our lives uninterrupted."

"Is it not bad form to throw you down when you are angry and kicking me out?"

"You truly are an idiot. I said 'had you a little more strength in your convictions and intentions', meaning this situation would never have happened in the first place," She leaned back against the door frame, waiting for Tojiko to arrive.

"These signals are mixed! I do not have the benefit of knowing what would truly anger you, being told what you would say no to is not comforting," it was a very vexing situation. But fine, if this was how things would be... why bother trying to patch anything? She would follow through with her earlier threat.

She reached into her sleeve and walked towards the door. When she was right in front of Miko she looked down at her with a firm expression, and without turning away pulled a charm out and slammed it hard against the seem of the door making it a seal. She did not remove her hand, and held the imposing position.

She was angry, she was upset, and she was sure everything she was doing was wrong, at at the same time there was relief to release it all.

If Miko spoke or moved in response to her actions of imprisonment, she didn't hear or see. Instead she allowed the restraint to fall to the side and let these strong feelings run their course. She grabbed Miko's collar and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Consequences be damned.

"Fine. I'll admit it: I don't know, either, and if you -" but she cut off as a strange desire - especially from Futo - pervaded her ears, and she heard the other woman get up.

She turned back just in time to... not flinch as Futo arrived, pinning her against the wall, and the familiar thrum of magic through her as the charm went to work, her body locking up a bit on her.

She would've had the briefest twinge of fear if she didn't already know where this was going. Futo wasn't going to stab her but...

... A moment later, she was being kissed, and she felt her heart leap into her throat. Not out of fear, but because no matter how she tried to deny it and push it away, she loved Futo. And one argument over the span of only a few handfuls of minutes wouldn't just erase those feelings so easily. But though her mind raced so heavily she barely heard Tojiko attempting to speak to her as the ghost arrived, she couldn't not want that kiss. She couldn't tell her body not to melt into the touch. She couldn't tell her body and her heart and all her emotions that she was supposed to still be angry and this wasn't going anywhere. They didn't want to listen anyway.

There was a feeling similar to wanting to stab Miko, though not quite the same. It was those feelings she feared so much all pouring out. The feelings of annoyance, of wanting control, and in this case slight revenge. She would take control, and she would she what she meant and what she feared.

Her free hand pulled out another charm and she slapped it forcefully to the door, this one specifically designed to quiet Tojiko's voice and keep her out and away.

After a time that felt too long she finally broke the kiss with a gasp, though did not let go, if anything her grip was tighter.

If she was expecting anything from Miko than a cool look of rippled neutrality - something almost unreadable, then she wouldn't get it. After all, Futo was finally getting to expend her will of dominance on someone with an already dominant personality.

And though Miko's lips tingled and her heart continued to race, she wasn't any less firm than she had been before, grip on her collar or not.

But she didn't say anything. Not yet. Let Futo have her moment.

She wasn't expecting anything, she needed breath and moment to catch up. So she hadn't been rejected, but she was no longer looking for approval. If this was how things had to be, let Miko force her if she must. If her feelings and words were not reaching her, let her actions be felt.

But now was the point of no return, though she had already felt she passed that point. She would continue until these feelings had worked themselves out, or until something was done. Both her hands went to pulling at Miko's front, undoing what she could so neck and shoulders could be exposed. And instead of forcing another kiss on Miko she went to her neck and collarbone.

She didn't particularly want to stop Futo. To interrupt her train of thought, but in the end, she did.

"Is this what it is, then?" she spoke softly, with most of the edge - cold and sharp both - gone. Something about Futo's touch had her calmed. Had her...

Well. Had her head tilted slightly to expose more of her neck.

She didn't want to answer, it felt as if answering would just crumble her. Take the momentum away. Return her to caring and worry and requests. Though even in this moment of heightened aggression she had to stop to answer.

"This is the path that has been forced open... this is the torrent of the river flowing down," she was the river, and at Miko's exposed neck she did not hold back from it.

You could not say she was killing her exactly, it was closer to a light biting, pulling at the skin.

"And this is the worst you can think of to do to me?" She gasped a little at the teeth on her neck. But still, there was no resistance.

Worst? No. She had only started after all, and she was hardly abated yet. She was still working on stripping Miko, which she had only stopped for a moment in. Exposing her chest and shoulders was only a first step. As she pulled and sucked at the skin she further removed Miko's clothing as she came upon it. Ready to push her down to the floor and pin her harder against the door.

The flood gates were open, and this was what Futo decided to do with that rush of energy.

... Really, if she was trying to make Miko uncomfortable, she'd have to do something a lot less desirable than this.

But though Futo continued on, Miko didn't do much by means of aid, even if she put up no resistance. She was going to let Futo guide things, absolutely. It seemed to be what she wanted, after all.

Her aim was not to make Miko uncomfortable, but what she wanted was still clouded. A wordless desire that she could only vaguely follow.

This wouldn't work, a different way. The logistics of her actions was slowing her down. But somewhere in between her frustrated clutching she moved to pin Miko to the floor, similarly to what she had done several days ago. This time however she held her down harder, holding her wrists instead of her hands, and held them down above Miko's head. Instead of being fully astride her she had her thigh between her legs, and pressed her knee up in between.

And then down she was, and it was kind of uncomfortable being so close to the door, or rather, sort of smashed up against it, but she accepted it, either way.

After all, she was just sort of giving Futo what she wanted. She couldn't stop herself from being the one who granted desires.

Besides, this was something she technically wanted. Perhaps it was a little insulting to some part of her ego or pride to be pinned down by someone technically in a lower station than she was but...

... She was a hermit anymore. Not a prince. And so, in this way, she was technically not so above Futo. And perhaps in showing her this, that she could do these things without insult to Miko, that she would do them more often.

Because it was very lonely being the prince. Being considered superhuman. A god.

It had been too late in her plan to realize that, but it was definitely helpful now.

So she gasped a little at the push of the knee, but let it between her legs. And she didn't try to fight the pin on her wrists, even though she knew her hands were going to fall asleep sooner than later.

Futo only thought of Miko's superhuman status when bragging about her lofted status, it had never been a particularly awe inspiring to her personally. Or at least nothing she found so different. But then, she was one who had her own abilities beyond that of a regular human, and in that she had felt kinship.

But perhaps in the midst of their plans she had simply switched her service of her god to the service of Miko instead. After all she had never changed her habits, simply adapted new names and slightly different methods of enacting them. This no doubt had made things more frustrating for all.

Futo's weight was mostly leaning down on Miko's wrists, only moving enough to press her knee and leg, with no delicacy, back and forth with a hard thrusting motion. As if she were an animal exerting dominance. She felt as if it would be easier if she were male, she at least had a better concept of that.

What was she doing? What was she even doing?

"Don't slow down or stop now. Don't waver, Mononobe. That's what gets you into trouble," and Miko heard it. Miko understood the desire, the questioning of herself, and Miko answered, ground out between the soft pants of the grinding of Futo's knee between her legs. With the cloth on it was a little... rough. Painful, and if it went on too long it'd rub her skin raw, but it also, in a way felt good.

Not that the animalistic thing was entirely lost on her, but she also wasn't an animal as it were. Not a youkai, or anything that would really feel the significance of it.

Being told not to stop made her press harder, to the point where she felt the position was not enough. She didn't need to be told... she didn't need to hear that. Not now, not like this!

She paused just enough to let go of Miko's arms and sit back. She slid her arm under Miko's left leg, raising it up and forcing her to turn to the right. It was easier to push against this way, and the was some satisfaction in holding Miko's leg in an awkward position. Though now with more direct contact, even though she was still fully clothed, her own breath started to labor.

She gave a little noise as her leg was propped upward, a grunt of discomfort, really, but no more than that, between the soft, labored pants.

But really. Futo was just going to hurt them both like this.

"Are you not going to finish removing clothing? ... This is going to rub both of us raw."

... And she couldn't help the little jab, either.

Well. They were technically still fighting.

Shut up!

Though she did take a moment to kneel up, lift her skirt and untie what she wore underneath. However, no more than that was coming of. Miko could be the one completely bare, she would not be. And if to make a point she leaned forward holding onto Miko's leg along with her.

"Do not tell me what to do."

"Simply a - mm - suggestion. To help us both," she shivered a bit at the new contact, now very raw and wet and soft and wonderful against her. Maybe at a later time she would take this as a sleight against her, as it was meant to be.

For the moment, she couldn't help but enjoy the motions against her.

... Yeah. Futo was going to have to try harder if she wanted to really get to Miko.

The major issue was she did not really know how to get to Miko, and was not so blinded that she wanted to be overly violent. But she could push Miko's leg further and further to the side increasing the awkward angle she held it in, holding tightly as she fell more into her own increased arousal.

"I... I do not care if it would help you," though it was more sensitive this way.

Miko winced as her leg was pulled into even weirder of an angle and a brief pain flared in her hip. "Yes you do." She paused to breathe, to shift a little bit to try to relieve the pressure somewhat. "Because if you didn't still care for me..."

She shifted her hips upward to suddenly grind harder back into Futo... and to keep the pressure of her hip a bit. "You wouldn't have kissed me."

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