As Iskandor finishes up with Lar Hikari nervously makes her way around towards them. "A- are you ready for me?" Hikari nervously asks.
"Sure, I'll be there in just a moment." Iskandor says. He sheathes his "sword" and stretches his back while getting up to meet Hikari. "Where do you want to do this?"
"I- if you don't mind, I'd like to go into the tent." Hikari answers, blushing.
At this Iskandor picks her up quickly, earning a small yelp of suprise as he gingerly carries her towards the tent. "I'll go easy on you, don't worry about it." Iskandor says, gently placing her on her mattress.
Hikari starts to undress but Iskandor stops her and helps instead. When Hikari is bereft of her clothing Iskandor slowly lowers himself so he is kneeling between her legs.
"Let's get you ready." Iskandor says before giving Hikari a long lick arcross the enterance to her folds.
"Mmmm..." Hikari moans, not used to any form of sexual stimulation.
Iskandor continues to moisten her folds by slowly maneuvering his tongue throughout, he also slowly snakes his hands up and cups her petite bosom. Hikari gives a long moan that is nothing but music to Iskandor's ears.
"It feels so good, but so weird!" Hikari barely manages to get out through her moans.
As Iskandor hears this he gently flicks his tongue over the small nub above her enterance. Hikari moans even louder than before, she subconsciously starts to slowly rock her hips back and forth.
Iskandor lets out an internal laugh at her subconscious antics and proceeds to massage the small mounds on her chest, bringing Hikari to the brink of a climax.
"Do you think you're ready?" Iskandor asks, knowing what he just did.
Hikari pouts a little before ultimately agreeing. "Please be gentle." Hikari asks as Iskandor manuevers their bodies so he can easily thrust in and control the intensity.
"Of course Hikari-hime." Iskandor teases. Hikari blushes as Iskandor effectively referred to her as princess. "Watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu." Iskandor confesses. Hikari's blush grows several shades darker as Iskandor had said "I love you." in her native language of Japanese, how she knew it was her native language she didn't know. Was it from Earth or Terra? Again she didn't know.
"Watashi mo anata o aishitemasu." Hikari answered, hardly managing to get it out. She had just said that she loved him too. She didn't know what the feelings in her chest were but automatically said that. She really starts to believe the feeling in her chest since when she met Iskandor was love.
Iskandor gently kisses Hikari to bring her out of her head, as he does so he slowly enters her warm folds. He groans from the tightness, it felt great but it was hard to move. Hikari on the other hand was moaning into the kiss, she felt the pain but it was as if despite feeling it her brain ignored it completely.
Iskandor peirced her hymen and was mildly shocked that Hikari didn't seem to feel anything. 'I guess I was really lucky with these three.' he thought. Iskandor soon felt resistance and realize he had went to her deepest point, Hikari took a bit more than he expected, a little more than half.
Iskandor waits for Hikari's moaning to die down a bit as he gives slow and gentle thrusts. "Do you want me to work on insering my full length?" Iskandor asks.
"That's not all?" Hikari manages to retort, "I'm not ready for the full length but if you go a little at a time I think I can get there eventually."
At this Iskandor slowly picks up the pace to a casual pace and puts a little bit of gentle pressure on her deepest points as he reaches it. Hikari continues to moan loudly as Iskandor manages to get 6 inches in compared to the 5.5 she initially could handle. Somehow Hikari hasn't cum but Iskandor is starting to get close.
"I'm getting close, let's cum together." Hikari says.
"I'm really close too." Iskandor replies. Iskandor changes his pace to her natural rhythm, a bit faster and rougher than earlier but within Hikari's tolerance levels.
Hikari begins to move with him, their rhythm matching the melody of their moans.
Their moans begin to crescendo, their pace andante. The melody in allegro as they reach the coda of their piece. They finish and Hikari's final moan holds, a fermata.
"How do you feel Hikari?" Iskandor asks. He sees a single tear being shed, not of pain or sadness, perhaps not even happiness but instead of realization. "Did you remember something?" Iskandor asks.
"Yes, not a lot but bits and peices. I was a young Japanese musician. I knew the violin, and many Wagakki or the traditional instruments of Japan such as the kota. Funnily enough I am a "hime" or would be if I wasn't an illegitimate child... I became a shrine maiden. Other than that I haven't gained much from my memory." Hikari explained.
"Is it possible you took your music talents as a profession?" Iskandor asked, trying to peice together the puzzle.
"Considering the praise I received from the other shrine maidens for my talent it's possible." Hikari replied.
"For business I had took a short trip to Japan and I decided to attend a concert, they had a special guest that played the Kota to "The Cherry Blossoms" and gave her own lyrics to the traditional song. it was quite beautiful. I only now recall her name was also Hikari. It could be a coincidence but knowing the way things tend to work out I doubt it." Iskandor said.
"Perhaps, only time will tell." Hikari answers with a smile.
"Let's get you cleaned up." Iskandor answered as he materialized a water tentacle.