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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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"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.

"Oh perhaps not permanently, but temporarily would be quite the amusing situation," but then there were hands on her breasts and lips on her spine and Miko had to put in an actual effort not to just... melt right there under the touch of the other woman.

"Ah, but... just a thought..." she shivered. "Just a thought."

She paused a moment with a bit of a sigh.

"And how would you have such a thing happen? Even for simply a temporary time. That is not a possible thing, and I would fear should the effect become irreversible," ignoring the fact that technically as a shikaisen her body could look anyway she wanted it to. But then knowing that as a fact and feeling it as a truth were two different things.

Then, there were Miko's hands once again over Futo's.

"Don't worry about it. As I said: just a thought," she sighed, spreading her legs a bit more and pushing back against Futo's front. "You are fine for right now, aside from your insistence on stopping. The warmth and softness of your body against my back is...

... Ah, far too nice to ruin now." She let her voice get soft, just enough for Futo's ears and no others. "Now, let's make love as we are, now. Not as the circumstance would deem 'more fit'."

"You are the one talking of such things. But if that is that, then I shall continue on, trust in my intentions," and though she had been thrown a bit off her intended path, she tried to get back on it.

Alas her path included moving her hands a bit away from Miko's front, or rather moving them to Miko's head. To her headphones to be exact. She fully intended to remove them, hovering enough to allow that intention to be known. Her request for permission included this, and she was confident in her sealing of the room that there would be no distractions or discomfort from elsewhere.

"Mm?" Those hands were going...

... Oh. Yes. They were going, weren't they. Well, Miko had been a good sport up til that point, and there was really no reason to spoil anything then, so she tilted her head a bit and let the headphones rub against one of Futo's hands.

"Go ahead."

She was already starting to remove them before Miko spoke, carefully lifting them and setting them aside. Once she had done that she slipped her arms back around Miko and slid in to nibble at her ear. Resuming her attentions to her breasts, but allowing one hand to slowly trail down.

The transition from the nice quiet to all the noise - both regular sounds and beyond - was still a jarring one, but Miko again didn't outwardly show much by means of reaction to it.

But when Futo attached to her ear, she felt her whole body surge with a whole new level of arousal, and a soft noise escaped her. Her hands made themselves useful by reaching back a bit to hold Futo in turn, or as much of her as she could, even as the rest of her began to ache for a more firm touch.

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