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Taoists?

(Continued from here.)

It had been several days since she had gone to wake Miko, several days since she had angered her. She had hoped that Miko might forgive her by this point, but she could feel it wouldn't be so easy. She had to make it right, but it was awkward.

Finally when she could no longer take the feeling of being punished she went to Miko's room to request an audience. Or more just to speak with her.

"Taishi sama," she spoke of softly from the other side. Even if Miko could not tell desires it was obvious she was worried and distressed. "I understand if you refuse me, for I much deserve it. But allow for me to at least express my deepest apologies properly...."

Even though she was still outside, she was kneeling down with her forehead to the floor.

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"Though it is my place to adhere to your desires," she shivered at the kiss, and moved herself as well. "You are right it would be unfair as expected."

"Mmm..." Miko was... a bit too distracted by that point, nuzzling into Futo's leg as her hips ground into the other woman; a bit harder, a bit faster, a bit more in that way that got them both closer and closer to the end.

She could feel it again, that rising pressure, and with a greater need than before, she drove herself back into Miko, panting noisily seeming to not have a care.

But she really couldn't hold out, rather quickly she felt herself peak and melt.

Miko wasn't too far behind, but she made sure to push hard and fast for that last little bit. Once she felt Futo peak, she concentrated on all the things she knew would drive her over the edge - not the least of which was the thought of her retainer both as she was on the floor and submissive, as well as being the assertive one for once.

It was an almost silent cry that announced Miko's own peak, a moment later, and the way she relaxed as soon as her muscles untensed nearly had her falling over.

She reached out to take Miko in her arms drawing her close. She needed to catch her breath, but hopefully that would not take very long. Though a thought slowly came to her, hadn't she forgotten something?

Oh yes....

"Tojiko will be mad...."

"I'm sure she's worried to an extreme extent at the moment," came the rather nonchalant reply as Miko fell happily into the arms of the other woman. "Since the last thing I had said to her was something about an uninvited guest, and now she can't come in..."

Yet Miko... found it amusing, apparently.

"I suppose that will have to be a matter for later...." but she did not particularly want to think about it at the moment. She was feeling alleviated, and in better spirits.

"This I will ask but once here, but may I have your permission?"

"I think I rather silently gave that a while ago, but if it will soothe your conscience," Miko nodded.

"I must hear you say it properly, for I wish to have no doubts and be secure in my freedoms," so things were perfectly clear.

"Yes, Futo. You have permission for whatever fancy has struck you," She settled herself a bit better into where she'd half-fallen over. Well, might as well get ready for it.

With permission granted she slowly shifted her position so she could sit up. Once up she took Miko's hand in hers and gently pulled at her.

"Let us move."

"Oh? Very well," up she went as well, letting Futo guide their way. Probably toward the Futon. Definitely more comfortable than the floor near the door, at least.

It was indeed to the futon, since the floor, and proximity to the door and wall was not particularly ideal.

"There is no reason not to be more comfortable," and this time she leaned in to kiss Miko gently and draw her close.

"Mm, you are correct," she stepped into the movement, lifting up a bit to compensate for their height difference and allow herself to be pulled in nice and close. In fact, she wrapped her arms around Futo in turn, just enjoying the press of their bodies together and how warm it felt.

She held onto the kiss for several moments before she broke it, only to trail kisses to Miko's cheak and down her neck, lowering herself as she did so. When she reached Miko's collar bone she shifted her hold so she could bring Miko down with her so they could sit.

Miko quietly, and graciously accepted all Futo had to offer; she tilted her head as the lips touched roamed over her skin, and quietly and easily let the other guide her down onto the softness of the futon. And, into more contact with her.

Bit by bit she allowed her kisses to be more forceful, though with care this time. She trailed down further to Miko's breast, taking her nipple in her teeth lightly at first, though slowly added more pressure.

It earned her a soft gasp, at least, and Miko arching her spine a bit to push her breast more firmly against the mouth upon it. Her hands shifted until they were running through Futo's hair and going for the tie that kept her hair up.

... Time to indulge her hands a bit. As she enjoyed the sensation, wholeheartedly.

She kept at it, alternating between sucking and biting, feeling her hair being loosened. One hand held Miko at the small of her back, the other Futo lifted to her other brest, so it would not be neglected.

With Futo's hair completely unbound, Miko took to running her fingers through it, enjoying the texture and the length, even as she more enjoyed the warmth at her chest, and the sensations that caused. It was nice to think Futo was paying enough attention to get both sides of her chest - it set her even more at ease to let Futo do and go wherever she would with the actions she was performing.

She kept at those actions for quite some time, alternating sides to keep her attentions even. But eventually released, hinting with her hands that she wished for Miko to turn.

It was nice, even up to the point Futo motioned for her to move.

And she couldn't resist the little joke that popped into her mind at that. "Oh? Prefer this over me staring a bit unfocused at the ceiling?"

She almost regretted letting go of that wonderful hair, but she was letting Futo do what she wanted now.

When Miko was turned she slipped her hands around Miko's waist and pressed her body closely into the prince's back.

"I feel as if I can be a bit closer, a bit more intimate. Do you object?" and she kissed Miko's neck from behind.

"No, merely find it as a curiosity," she hummed a little as her head rolled forward, to let the short hair lift up and expose her neck more, and she placed her hands above her retainer's. "Well as it works now, it'd work yet moreso for you were you ever actually a man." There was an amusement to that statement, though - as though Miko believed that at some point...

... Well, it could come true.

"Regardless..." She sighed, and her thumbs ran over the backs of Futo's hands.

"I do not believe I would wish to be a man in actuality, I am quite content with the way I am as such," the way Miko said that left her feeling a bit worried and a little anxious.

She slowly moved her hands up, to return attention back to Miko's breasts as she kissed down the back of her spine.

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