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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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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.

She pressed further, taking a position of being slightly over Miko and pressing down than simply sitting behind. She also began to suck gently on Miko's lobe before allowing her hand and fingers to go between Miko's legs. Lightly stroking back and forth, which happened to be in time to her her caressing of Miko's nipple.

"Ah... Futo..." the name came out as a soft, reverent whisper, amid the other quiet noises Miko made. Those touches were wonderful and Futo's strong grip was even better, in a way. "Mmm... nice and slow, Futo..."

She murmured a reply, though it was nothing but a hum as she still had her lips firmly around Miko's earlobe. But she kept her hands to a slow pace. She did however slip her fingers between the folds there, not entering, but gliding across the sensitive areas slowly.

"Ahhh..." She sighed, then mumbled a soft few words of praise as the fingers touched her, fully, and the pleasure shot through her, warm and thrumming and electric. Her body achded for more, wanting those fingers within her. She spread her legs a little further, pressing her hips up to greet those fingers.

She did not take the invitation too soon, instead she played around as if she might, drawing the time out. She pinched a little at the clitoris before finally pushing her fingers inside.

Honestly, she wouldn't complain. Perhaps a little in her body, and the way she moved into Futo's fingers, the soft noises she made, especially at the shock of pleasure that went through her at the pressure on her clitoris.

But then those fingers were slipping inside her, and she softly moaned Futo's name, drawing out the last syllable for as long as it took for those fingers to come to rest as deeply within her as she could. She relaxed, back, resting her head on Futo's shoulder with her back arched more, and her neck exposed, and her body tensing just a bit to keep herself pushed into those fingers.

She pulled Miko against her as the other arched her back. She moved her head to kiss at the side of her neck as her fingers pressed as deeply as they would go and began to move in and out. First she was slow, but bit by bit increased her pace only to return to a slow pace again in order to repeat the process. As she did this she tried to see if she could get her thumb into a place to maximize the stimulus given, and press it so again the clitoris was not ignored.

Miko was rather glad for her instruction not to move quickly. At least in this situation, the lower pace made things feel more like actual lovemaking, soft and gentle and tender and everything she wanted after that fight. She couldn't help the occasional continuation of utterance of praise; it felt far too good not to encourage more and more. After all, Futo was, perhaps surprisingly, doing a great job with it.

She moved one hand to gently rest atop Futo's as it worked between her legs, and the other came up to push her fingers into Futo's hair and encourage things even more.

She was definitely building up, but it was slow and languid, exactly as she wanted.

This was very much what she preferred, closeness, affection. Giving pleasure for the sake of seeing the one she loved enjoy it. To hold her close and to feel her move, to hear her breath and sighs.

She nibbled lightly at Miko's neck trailing down to where it connected to her shoulder, burring her face into it at the feel of Miko's fingers in her hair. She was in no hurry, and would try and respond to what Miko seemed to want.

"Ah... Futo," a shiver racked her body as the other woman's name left her lips in a soft sigh. Miko leaned her head over a bit to rest it against Futo's with the warmth of Futo's kisses suddenly nuzzled into her neck and shoulder. "A little faster..." And she meant it. Not much. Just a little. Enough to keep pushing things along.

But she wouldn't hit her peak quite yet. Orgasm was not exactly her greatest goal at the moment. What she wanted was to keep just feeling her retainer's touch, for as long as she could.

She slowly increased her pace so she would not go too fast. Gentleness to make up for her shame.

It certainly was enough to get Miko's voice a bit louder, and she tried to tell her what she had done was good... but it sort of got lost in a breathless moan.

With that moment, she definitely felt herself inch closer and closer to the peak, and she felt the familiar warm sensation all throughout her as she finally hit the last bit. There wasn't a particularly loud cry or anything, just a sort of strained noise as her whole body tensed enough it hurt in a sort of good way before she slowly melted back into Futo.

As she felt Miko tense and then ultimately relax she eased her motions, though slowly, finally retracting her fingers and warping both arms around Miko's waist. She laid her head on Miko's shoulder, letting some of her hair fall forward and did nothing but hold her tightly.

"Please... please let such things not come to pass again."

She took a moment to respond, mostly because of her labored breathing.

"If we have come to our understanding, then we will never have to again."

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