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You want to give it some thought. This really is betrayal. It's not like she would know, but still...in fact, it's not like anyone would have to know. But that might just be the worst part about it. Keeping a dark, dirty secret with someone like Momizi...could you handle that? Could Momizi? You think the only thing actually in favour of doing this is the fact that she has yet to actually answer you yet. She might say no. She might change her mind. You never know. It's on that basis...that you think you'll take a chance.
"...alright. But on one condition." Momizi looks up a bit surprised at you. Tears still idle in the corners of her eyes, wet streaks down her softly blushing cheeks.
"W-What is that...?"
"After today, we will never speak of this ever again, unless I end up choosing you over her. Okay?" Momizi stares up you briefly before getting up, and of all things, plants a tender kiss on your lips.
The height difference is certainly noticeable, you think even if Momizi stood on her toes, you'd have to bend down a little to get into proper kissing range with her. It's...incredibly cute actually. The soft touch of her lips and the gentle hanging of her arms around your neck make it feel extraordinarily innocent. This is far from the feeling you get with her. No, that feeling is more akin to being free, playful and active. This is much more mellow and relaxing, a very serene feeling of happiness. After the long, gentle kiss, your lips part, and Momizi stares longingly into your eyes before softly resting her head on your shoulder. The feeling of holding her in your arms like this is so incredibly enlightening, you feel.
"Satoshi...I am sure that in the next life, we will get to be together truly." Your hands grip the backside of Momizi's shirt a bit, feeling panged by the notion.
"Momizi...do you honestly believe I would most certainly choose her over you, without even giving you the least bit of consideration?"
"No, in fact, I believe it will be hard for you to choose, which is why I feel very guilty...but I have already decided. I need to find a proper mate for the white wolf tengu. It is my duty. And...no matter what, it cannot be you. So for this life...I will not be able to bear children of your own. But perhaps...in our next lives, we will come together, and then we can truly love each other the way we were meant to."
Momizi has difficulty in saying all this, you can tell. She is mere moments from bursting out into tears again. But despite this, she resists it with all her might, her voice not cracking, not even once as she says the most depressing thing. You almost feel like crying yourself. It's so unfair, you'll never get to be with Momizi in this life. At least you have it easy, being with her, someone you equally love. But Momizi...
No...maybe this is just how things work. Perhaps...it was in a past life that you were with Momizi? Anytime you're with her, there's a nostalgic feeling, as if you've been together with her for ages, even though you never really talked with her before all this. Maybe this is the end then? You don't know. It's a nice thought though, considering Momizi as someone you loved in a past life. You wonder what it was like, really. It just makes being together with Momizi feel all the more natural.
"Momizi...I'm so sorry." Momizi shakes her head and looks up at you with a weak, but natural smile.
"No...please don't be. You are doing more then enough for me. It's already too much to ask of you to help me be free from the tengu...that alone is enough to satisfy me."
Those words ring in your head for a while. Roughly a half an hour after that, the two of you happen to spend most of the day sitting together in the love seat. Well, it's more akin to laying across the love seat. Momizi rests in your arms, facing the same direction you are, with her smooth back spread out across your chest. Your arms are folded around Momizi's waist, her delicate stomach gently rising and falling with the timing of her slow breaths. Her head rests beside yours on your shoulder, her eyes closed. Her tender lips still moist from the endearing kiss you had given her just a few seconds ago. Her modest chest poking out from the rest of her torso lays still as a quiet pond, her breathing being directed to the lower half of her abdomen. Your upper body is very warm right now, from the spring warmth and the bodily heat of Momizi's small frame.
The two of you had decided to sit together on the love seat after Momizi picked herself up off the floor. It started with just her leaning into you softly, and things went from there. Momizi seems very happy and content this way, and to be honest, you feel the same. You could sit like this forever really. You can imagine your relationship with Momizi being not much different from the way you lived life with her up until now. Taking on occasions, doing things routinely, the only real difference would be that you two would probably spend free time together like this. Hell, if you could help it, you'd sleep more intimately with her too, much like this. Your relationship with her will probably feel much more fresh and exciting, but this isn't so bad either. You don't think you could ever get tired of this. Just things the way they are, nice, simple, innocent...it's perfect.
The serene feeling of laying together with Momizi on the love seat results in both of you taking a short nap like that, it was just that comfortable. You didn't feel the least bit tired before laying like that, but the relaxation turned out too much for both of you. By the time you wake up, the sun is in middle of setting. An orange glow fills the room. You take a look over at the lovable puppet on top of you. Still seems to be sleeping. Her face seems to be turned towards you, presumably because that's the direction pointing away from the window producing the sunset's light. Her angelic expression soothes your soul and warms your heart. It's something you could stare at for days you feel. It's so mesmerizing. Her lips look as soft and juicy as ever, you can't resist yourself from touching them with your own. As your lips press up against hers, you feel a tingling sensation in your heart, a feeling of fulfillment, a pact once made finally satisfied. It doesn't take long for Momizi to awaken, her lips reacting to the romancing gesture.
"Mmm..." When you part your lips from hers and open your eyes, you see Momizi gazing at you wearily through her half open eyes, her lips once more moist to the touch. "Satoshi..."
"Good morning Momizi. Or, well, rather, good evening."
"Yes...I noticed. Your eyes have a spectacular glow in the sunset...Satoshi." You're taken by surprise from the sudden compliment, so bold coming from Momizi. Even more surprising is her forward kiss that she reaches up for, nabbing it from you like a squirrel taking home acorns for it's home.
This kiss is much more aggressive then any kiss you've had with Momizi prior to this one. Others before it have been sweet and tender, nothing more then the simple pushing of lips together, while it wasn't very exciting, that motion alone made your heart feel so light. Momizi's current forwardness is causing her lips to dance furiously with yours, her tongue rapidly attacking your lips, dangerously teetering on the edge of entering your hot mouth. You can tell she herself is very nervous about this though, as her hands grip yours from above them, her fingers making their way in between yours and gripping your hand in a timid, shaking fashion. As well, this all sets your heart aflame. It beats at an accelerated pace, running thr blood through your system faster and gradually heating up your body. What particularly does the job though is when Momizi makes the most unexpected move, using her grip on one of your hands to move it slowly from her stomach, and cupping it around her right breast.
"!" A shocked gasp escapes your mouth as soon as you break your lips from Momizi's, your nervousness skyrocketing. "M-M-M-Momizi..." Momizi doesn't take your surprised reaction in good health, making her regretfully look to the side.
"I-I'm sorry, this was unnecessary of me..." She looks like she wants to say more, but she can't get the words how. However, she ends up not taking your hand off her exquisite chest. It's not as big as her's but it is incredibly soft and pleasing to the touch. You really can't help yourself, you just have to squeeze it, just a small bit. But that's all it needs as it makes Momizi gasp out in turn and she practically melts like putty on top of you, her head edging closer to you, her nose gently digging into your neck lovingly. "S-Satoshi..."
The reaction took you off guard, but you want to do it more. There's nothing stopping you, in fact you're being encouraged with Momizi's small, silky hand still on top of yours as if begging, pleading for you to continue. That is precisely what you do. Very gently massaging it, getting a good feel of it, letting it mush up in between your fingers, even through the thin cloth. Light, tender moans are breathed out of Momizi's mouth as you continue fondling her. These soft, quiet moans are incredibly arousing. No, beyond arousing. If you didn't have any sort of self restraint, they'd drive you crazy. It isn't long before you have both hands on both of Momizi's breasts, her nose no longer digging into your neck, as her face now points straight up in an attempt to throw her head back in pleasure.
Momizi can barely utter your name out in between the pants and quiet moans that come out of her from your tender massaging. It's almost insane how terribly arousing this is, your body feels alight with fire as hot blood surges through your veins in a quick hurry. Your body shakes and shivers very subtly with the pleasure you feel from molesting her, a guilty pleasure of corrupting one's innocent, pure soul. Thoughts of what will inevitably come next you almost feel impatient. Your heart beats strong with the power of lust, and you can tell, you're not the only one here who has similar feelings right at this moment. You can feel the softness of her breasts straight through the cloth, and the cloth's thin material becomes apparent when your palms are gently poked through by the arousal of your silver haired partner.
Almost as if already aware of her situation, Momizi cries out quietly, her innocent voice spewing cute, unhinged moans and squeals of delight and pleasure at your pleasing massage of her chest. She makes no effort to escape your grasp, despite her denial that she was being turned on by this act. One of her hands is gripping the top of the love seat, while the other is gripping the cushion under her. Is it that pleasing to her? Does she love this so much that such tame foreplay is already making her go wild? You want to continue. No, you don't just want to, you need to. You couldn't possibly give any thought to not ravaging this cute girl sitting in your lap. Removing a hand carefully from one of her breasts, you move it to start unbuttoning her shirt, the one barrier keeping you from feeling Momizi's dainty white skin and her hard, pink nipples. The moment you get one button undone, Momizi's eyes shoot open.
"S-S-Sato...shi...! What are...what...ahh..."
She can't look at you. She can only stare up at the ceiling in shock and fear of what you're doing. One by one, the buttons become undone, slowly but surely the treasure will be yours. Momizi's panting becomes more labored, her face heats up as a cute red blush forms across her cheeks. When you've done enough buttons to clear her chest, you sleekly slide a hand in and claim your prize. Your hand cups around Momizi's bare breast completely. She certainly isn't big by any means, still able to fit your entire hand around it, but only just barely. The breast itself feels exceedingly more softer then before, and the warmth from it is very clear. Squeezing it gives you a heightened feeling of ecstacy and pleasure that you've never experienced before. Her supple nipple pierces through your palm like a powerful spear, possibly more erect then even what hides inside your trousers. As well, helping to further all this is Momizi's tight gasp the moment you place a hand on her bare chest.
"---...!!!" You can almost feel the cushions being gripped by Momizi's hands. This must be very pleasing.
"Do you like that, Momizi?" You teasingly ask her, but she is clearly in no state to answer. Her widened eyes and gaping mouth are the signs of extreme pleasure she's experiencing. Is it that good? Or is this merely the corruption of a pure soul, being tainted by that of lust?
You think you might be enjoying this concept a little too much. But you can't help it. You want more. You want to continue dirtying this soul, defiling it for all it's worth. Is this bad? As you ask yourself that, you find yourself only answering that question with actions continuing this development.
Momizi's trying to resist now. But as much as she wants to tell you to stop, she can't. Without realizing it, you've hastily unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, split it apart gratuitously, exposing her chest for all to see. With this, your hands feast on their exquisite buffet, grabbing, pinching, playing, massaging as Momizi's milky white skin, doing with the soft breasts on her as you very well please. You can't help yourself. You can't hold back, there is nothing you can do. There is no amount of willpower in this world that could keep you from pressing forward now. The ecstacy feels far too great, far too powerful. As you continue massaging her chest, your head bends down with a will of it's own, and your lips attack her neck relentlessly, causing her to moan out more, cry out, you wouldn't even be surprised if tears were forming in her eyes because of how much you're polluting this once unadulterated soul.
She can't even finish saying your name. How cute. How pure. How innocent. How pleasing it will be to contaminate this little girl with your seed later. You can't stop imagining it, even now as your lips comb her neck, looking for sensitive spots, and as your hands move about her breasts, pleasing them, massaging them, playing with them, even teasing her hard nipples. Ramming your incredibly hard manhood into her tight hole, piercing it, drenching your rod in blood as you deflower her mercilessly. All ending with shooting your white hot seed into her, permanently making your mark, defiling her essence to all those who would dare attempt claim her for their own. This is a very detestable deed, a sin for which you could never atone for, and yet you cannot see yourself stopping, your will for the present is in control and you have zero regard for any consequence this might have. You will only get this for one day, there is no stopping now.
As much as you try, no matter how much you might resist, one of your hands takes on a life of it's own and slowly slides it's way down Momizi's exposed stomach. The thin ivory surface is pleasing to run your fingers across, so soft and smooth, perfect and pure, just like Momizi herself. Her stomach isn't move much anymore, all her breathing and panting has moved to her chest, which with the other hand you are still pleasing. Your lips are still assaulting her neck wildly, your mouth digs into it's feast like some vampire thirsty for blood. You feel you've found a good spot to lick with your tongue on her neck, causing her pleasure to reach further heights. The moment her realizes your hand is reaching towards her lower body, her hand, still planted on top of yours, grips it softly, barely trying to keep you from going further.
She knows you mustn't. You know you mustn't. But both of you are simply too weak. Momizi cannot stop your advances, and you can't stop yourself from making them. Your fingers disappear under the top of Momizi's skirt. Through the corner of your eye, as your mouth gorges down on her neck, you can watch your hand begin to steadily slip under cover of Momizi's skirt, arousing you further, exciting you, you can barely contain yourself. Momizi's hand, failed in preventing you from entering the safety of her dress, just merely trembles above your hand, still laying upon it on the other side of the thin cloth. Your hand makes it's way under her soft underwear, and you begin to realize that your hand is feeling up Momizi's mound of venus, your middle finger barely getting a light touch of what seems to be pubic hair. You can't take it anymore, you take your mouth from Momizi's now red and wet neck. Your panting is a result from the excitement you feel more then the kissing her neck. Momizi's moaning by this time had reduced itself to fearful whimpering and squeaking.
"Forbidden? Is that what you want to say?" Momizi's eyes seem to well up for a moment, looking up at the blank ceiling in distress before they finally close with regret.
"I'm so sorry, Satoshi..."
"I'm not going to let things end like that."
With those words you say, your hand dips down in between Momizi's legs, and she nearly screams out. It's incredibly moist, incredibly warm, and very, very soft. The folds of her labia are almost gelatinous, they are so soft. They are also exceedingly easy to push apart, freeing the rest of her delicate flower. As you run a finger gently down it's tender, moist, succulent lips, your fingers are instantly drenched in a glistening, slick substance which you can immediately decipher as the juices pouring out from within her hot body. The entire area of her underpants are wet here, it's readily apparent that her extreme arousal was no joke, and that she truly was experiencing complete euphoria from your simple touch, your simple feel. Nothing more then that was enough to not only set her off, but cause her insides to violently explode in complete stimulation.
"You're so wet, Momizi..."
"N-No! Stop! Satoshi, pl---!!!"
Her loud plea is interrupted by your fore knuckles very gently pinching her erect clitoris. It had easily sought light from the intense arousal felt from earlier and was now piercingly hard, and extremely sensitive. You hardly applied any pressure at all, yet it causes such a reaction from Momizi that while she attempts to scream out, it's just so high, it's either totally inaudible or is unable to come out at all. It's surprising that despite the fact that you went ahead and rubbed an area so much more sensitive then her breasts or neck, that she so sternly and collectedly attempted to stop you from continuing. She must really, really not want you to go further, tainting such an area with your scent, an area normally reserved only for Momizi's future lifelong mate. That only serves to make the act that much more pleasing to do. Corrupting her with your very being. It is an exquisite act you will very gladly take part in.
Momizi's whimpers and cries accompany your further actions to dilute her will to resist you. Your index and middle finger run up and down the smooth texture of her lips, skimming briefly around the entry point to heaven in between them. In between your fore knuckles is her hard clitoris, displaying a keen erection that proves Momizi wants nothing more then for you to ravage her body like no other could. Looking at Momizi's face, you can see the deep redness creeping about on her cheeks, across that small, sensitive nose of her's. Her eyes are still wide but are slowly coming back together. Your fingers toying with the most private part on her body is making her act this way, and it feels like pure bliss. You can't even help yourself as you take your hand previously preoccupied with her breast and rest it upon her cheek, dipping two of your fingers into her mouth.
"--?! Nnggaaghh?! Agnnghhh--!"
Momizi's muffled and broken speech are inherently caused by your fingers twirling about in her mouth, playing with her tongue. The wet, warm sensation of her dribbling mouth and her soft tongue around your fingers only seems to arouse you further. You're shocked your pants haven't been destroyed yet, you can't believe how hard you are right now. You wonder if Momizi has felt it by now, and it's making her hotter as well. Her lust feels as if it's reaching dangerous heights itself, as the lips in between the folds of her labia continue getting warmer, like dipping your hand in warm gelatin. You have to summon all your willpower just to stave off ramming your fingers right into her likely tight pussy. The juices from within her just pour out of the entrance at such an accelerated pace. More and more you feel like you can't hold yourself back as your fingers slide up and down, all over and around, touching her lips, her clitoris, her pussy, everywhere in between her legs. Faster and faster the motion gets, almost simulating the actual act of sex, making even you start to pant.
Momizi is breaking down. Her cries are becoming fettered moans as she helplessly sucks on your fingers, playfully biting them, her hand even helps yours through her skirt, urging you to press forward, going faster, rubbing deeper, massaging her tender vulva for all it's worth. Her whole body is shaking in pleasure, and you can readily tell that she has simply given in, making herself a slave to her own desires. Not even you could hope to hold it in any further. You take your two fingers out of Momizi's mouth, much to her dismay as she feels the need to continue sucking on them as you can tell. You quickly give her a better treat by replacing them with the thumb on the same hand. Immediately Momizi begins sucking on the entire thing, including your hand partially, with the rest of your fingers resting under her chin, half of them wet and the other half dry.
"Momizi, you've really gotten into this..."
That was the only reply Momizi could really muster outside of the whimpering and moaning she's doing with your whole thumb inside her mouth. The way her tongue and mouth wrap around it, her tongue most of all, lapping all around, licking, massaging, you can only imagine how utterly euphoric this would feel if it were your rock hard shaft instead. Looking down, you catch sight of Momizi unclipping her skirt, and as she does this, you feel the pressure on your wrist from being bound in between the top of the skirt and Momizi's soft body dissipate. Deeper in your hand goes, willpower being a complete myth at this point as you plunge your middle finger straight into Momizi. You can feel her biting your hand almost painfully, a loud cry emanating from her full mouth. As you dip your finger deeper into the insides of Momizi, it becomes completely drenched in her juices, heating up instantly.
It's indescribable, just how amazing the inside of Momizi feels. Doing your best, you could describe her entrance as being very tight, yet easy to get into. Your finger feels as if it's being surrounded by a thick coating of hot, gelatinous magma. Yet it doesn't hurt, rather, it feels extremely pleasurable. It feels like your finger is poking into pure heaven. You can't stop your finger from gleefully wandering about the inside of her. The shock of it feeling so good is so great that your other hand has lost all engine and lifelessly falls out of Momizi's mouth, limp. Apparently Momizi is experiencing something similar as she could not keep your hand in her mouth, probably for good reason however. Her teeth are clenched together stiff, so much that if she were biting her lip, she'd have bit it right off most likely. Her eyes are also shut tightly. You can feign a guess that she's probably nearly ripping the love seat by grabbing at it so hard too. Her hands are showing signs of control though, or well, vague control. After having your finger pushed into her, she's scrambling to get her skirt and underwear off.
Momizi has to raise her hips a little to get the clothing off them, and soon after that you help her pull it down the rest of the way, all the while keeping your finger firmly planted inside her. After she kicks the skirt and underwear off, the leg closest to the back of the love seat rises up and puts itself steadily on top of the back, while her other leg falls off entirely, making her entirely spread eagle. Her bare legs are even more enticing then you ever thought before, especially in this position, and from under your hand is her cute, small tuft of hair resting right above the soaking wet pussy that you're currently indulging yourself in. She has willingly left herself open to you, and you intend on taking absolute full advantage of it. After all the frustration you've put yourself through at times, you're finally able to release it all, though it's unfortunate that you aren't releasing it on the one who caused you most of it. She will get her time though, you guarantee it.
Your other hand has went back to her breast, while the finger inside her starts on the real work. Thrusting in and out, mimicking the very motion you so very much desire to do with a much larger, much harder part of your body. Almost ironically enough, it's almost close enough to do that. If you extended your fingers outward from your hand's current position between Momizi's legs, you could probably touch the tip of your grotesquely swollen member, poking through your pants like some crude tent. The feeling is agonizing, terribly painful even. But the rest of the pleasure you feel throughout your body far outnumbers it. Your single finger going in and out of Momizi's utterly tight and hot pussy, your hand grasping, grabbing, massaging, playing, teasing with her incredibly and lusciously soft breast, the joyous moans and whimpers of her tender, high voice, uttering cries of bliss and ecstasy. All of it drives you wild. It's truly ludicrous how amazing all of this really feels. You want to keep going. Thusly, you push a second finger in, digging deep into her entrance.
Momizi's entire body appears to be convulsing, extreme amounts of pleasure assaulting her entire being, all at once. You're almost crying yourself, it's insane how much willpower it's taking for you to hold yourself back. But you want things to continue like this, just a little longer. You don't think you can keep yourself from limited your speed however, as your two fingers plunge deeply into her and come straight back out, repeating the process at such an accelerated speed. Momizi's cries and moans have become very loud. Tears stream down her cheeks, blooming a deep, scarlet red. Her fine, silver hair is even messier now, and her eyes refuse to open for the tears that must force themselves out. Pinching her nipple, driving into her wet pussy, all this excitement has already pushed you well over the edge, and you're simply holding on tightly to that thin branch that keeps you from truly losing all control and practically raping Momizi, right here. It makes you feel ridiculous, horrible and criminal, but the amount of control this euphoria has over you right now is absolutely unreal. You almost believe you're possessed.
Finally, it comes. After so much of ramming your two fingers into her passage, Momizi starts arching her back. As she does this, a long, drawn out scream of sheer bliss emanates from her wide open mouth. Her head is thrown back in the farthest position, and soon, your fingers inside her are covered further in a gooey warm substance. Pulling them out slowly, you examine the fluid they're covered in. It's glistening with the perversion that Momizi hides deep down inside. A few seconds later, she has finished arching her back, coming to a full rest on top of your body. Her panting is hard and labored, not enough for her to even think of speaking right now. She's still spread eagle in a very vulnerable and compromising position. You want to take her so badly right now, but the urges have faded a little with Momizi's orgasm. Your heart regains control, and you feel a better need to let her catch her breath first. The hand formerly on her breast combs over her hair gently.
"Momizi...I hope I made you feel good..." It takes a good long while of panting before Momizi can even begin to form proper speech.
Momizi struggles a bit to move, or more specifically, probably getting up. You decide you've laid like this too long yourself, and attempt to help her as well as yourself to sit up. It works for the most part...probably too well. As you push Momizi up and sit up yourself, her spread legs and perfect positioning causes pressure to be applied right on your standing rod. You're almost about to experience a wholly terrible world of pain, but Momizi catches herself before her entire body is set upon it, and instead, is much more embarrassing then painful. On second thought, maybe it's very painful. The tip of your shaft is only but separated by your thin pants from Momizi's tender, wet and hot pussy. Even worse, Momizi seems to recognize this as she grinds across the tip of your manhood poking out from your pants in a very lewd manner.
"A-Ahh...S-S-Satoshi...how...does this feel..." The urges are rising again. Your willpower is very quickly crumbling. You feel yourself succumbing very fast.