eternalturnkey | Taoists?

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."

"It was nothing more than a show of force...." though it was not the most convincing deflection.

No. No, no no, she would not give out until she had made Miko climax. Miko grinding harder into her just made her return it with more force.

Well. The defense had been weakened.

Time to hit the killing blow.

"Though you may not..." she had to pause for a soft moan. "Be my retainer anymore. Though you... though you may not - ah - have your position anymore..."

She paused to pant, to keep grinding her hips back. It was strong enough to be a little painful, but it was a good kind of painful. "And though I got angry with you..."

She put her hands over Futo's, gripping the wrists as well as she could. "It doesn't mean I... stopped... loving you as well. That doesn't just... go away... so easily."

"But put aside easily enough..." closed and shut off enough that the alternative option had been to get rid of her completely. That had hurt more than anything. It still hurt.... It was why she was angry now, it was why she was frustrated.

She didn't want to think about that, it just made her push harder and faster and want to dig her fingers into something or do something destructive.

Of course love didn't go away so easily, if it did would she be so upset? Would she be crying as she realized she was now?

"I will not..." but things were changing, and she had Futo now. "... I will not chase after something that will not give me what I want out of it. What I want to receive. And what I want to give. Your hesitance and constant second-guessing of your own actions... and of offending me in an archaic system that I don't even truly adhere to anymore... it's beyond frustrating."

She shifted her grip on Futo's wrists and yanked them forward to unbalance the other woman. Maybe it'd work. Maybe it wouldn't. But she was taking the moment of vulnerability in Futo's defenses for what it was. "Your views are endearing most times." Pant. Pant. "But in this, you have no flexibility. And you need some."

She was pulled off balance, rather easily, she was already fumbling and fell forward.

"I... I am still trying to adapt...."

Muuch better. And Miko allowed herself to wrap her arms around Futo to hold her down to her chest. A little swag and a little silver tongue and she had this situation back under her control.

"I know. But the truth of the matter is, this was a logical conclusion hundreds of years in the making," she gently stroked through Futo's hair. "To say yes... to let it go on to what was naturally progressing toward... that was all I wanted from you.

But you didn't want to. You wanted to drag your feet. And I don't have the patience for it any longer. Nor do I want to see you do something you don't want to do just because I said so. I am not truly your lord and master anymore. You must realize this."

"It does not feel as if it has been so long for me," she was not even remotely aware of the changing times.

She lost... she lost so easily. It wasn't fair.

"You are still my teacher.... But, the only thing you have said that I truly do not wish, is to tell me to leave and no longer care for you...."

"But it has been that long. And really. I cannot wait anymore," Miko moved her hands so she was clasping the sides of Futo's face, pulling her up and forward and ready for another kiss.

"If I'm not your master, then why would you have to listen to me?"

"One can not include time not experienced," too impatient.

She wasn't going to fight it, she moved easily with the motion.

"One still should listen to their teacher, but you just wish to cheat with that reasoning," but fine, cheat, it seemed to be how things would be. And instead of saying more, or waiting for the next annoying thing Miko would say she kissed her instead.

"Even still, were we going only by the times we were awake, it has still been years," she was done waiting, though. She truly was, and...

... Well a moment later Futo was kissing her instead and she could only relax into it, accepting and reciprocating now that things were much calmer, the tempers had cooled. Futo wasn't quite as frustrated.

... And Miko could keep pushing this along to its logical conclusion. In a calmer, gentler way.

She no longer felt that hopeless loss and rage she had, and did not feel insecure and tossed out. She was feeling safer and calmer. Though perhaps when her actions sunk in more she would become embarrassed by her conduct.

The years they were awake were complicated... she would have voiced that but, there a was a small matter....

"Taishi sama?"

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