"Your faithful," snidely, sarcastically, "Pony just left to get the girl."
Mizuki announces from the entrance of Tsukiyomi's windowless study, "As promised."
Situated on the lower level of his hidden, mountain palace beside Umeko's bedroom, an ancient, returned-from-beyond-the-grave Ryu sits in an ornately carved, wooden chair from inside his bodily host, Tsukiyomi.
Controlling the royally elegant form of ancient Japan's pre-Heian banished moon god, a right red and left blue eye stares at a map nearly filling the surface of their polished, wooden table.
"Kuma (koo-ma/bear), he had no intention of returning her to us. His only wish," a tiny smirk graces ambrosial lips, "Was to be trapped between the two people he's always wanted but could never have."
Ryu's gaze never leaves the detailed, painted parchment of surrounding territories getting meticulously decorated by rows of tiny figurines, "And we gave him just that. In excess."
". . .Damn," the ponytailed Mizuki mutters dispassionately, "Thought it was a good plan."
Approaching the Ryu-possessed Tsukiyomi with an agenda masked by swaying hips and a mid-thigh, wrap-tie dress, "Oh well," she undresses him with her eyes.
Strumming his fingers in the air before a new figurine appears from a smoky green orb with a scream, impatience barks through his tone, "Is there another reason you disturb me?"
Pouting, nearing the opposite side of his table in the round, stone room filled with occupied bookshelves, "I was hoping you could squeeze me in this afternoon."
Staying quiet as she stops moving in the corner of his eye, Ryu's prying eyes leave his work after setting the three times larger figurine near an organized formation of smaller troops.
Catching sight of her fingers dipping into the front opening of a slinky, bell sleeve gown, she parts overlapping, peach fabric by dragging her fingertips down the stalling curve of hefty cleavage.
A toothy smirk appears across his lips before the arched, teal cushioned chair he sits in backs away from the table at an angle. Patting his knee twice for her to come sit, a satisfied 'hm' resounds behind closed, pink lips.
Mizuki bounces as she makes her way around the teal area rug under the table's carved, dragon legs clutching an orb.
Straddling his lap in the armed chair, she ignores lacquered edges digging into her exposed thighs when she's not careful. Grinding against him, intent on engorging his flesh with molten blood that makes her simmer, she wraps her arms around the back of his neck.
Zealously kissing pink lips as she rocks against his stiffening thrill, Ryu's vicious remarks mock Tsukiyomi within the internal, bound prison of his mind. Hissing poisonous trash that echoes inside the banished moon god's head, so only they can hear, "Do you think of her (Umeko) tight, wet hole every time I comfort your friend with this rigid dick?"
Nipping and sucking over Mizuki's lips and jaw, she mewls and writhes against his eager mouth.
Using soft curves and nimble shifts to attract his blood to the part she needs most right now, pearlescent hands explore her succulent skin. Nuzzling her neck, rolling his hips to knock against her furnace door, "Or do you regret turning away every one of her past advances?"
Nestling his clothed, growing erection into Mizuki's groin, she moans into his mouth for more. Tugging the dress up to knead her bare behind, Ryu's voice fills Tsukiyomi's head, "Mmm. . .I can still feel your precious Umeko seducing me. Just. Like. This."
Growling low, "Begging for more," Mizuki traps his cloaked staff between her hand and rocking clit, "Demanding to be touched in places only I will explore."
Standing with her in his arms, she lowers her legs to the floor while kissing him ferociously, "And I will seek out all there is to find."
Leading her backward into the desk, he tears his lips from hers. Spinning her around, he pushes her shoulder forward and she holds herself up on the table.
Trousers already around his ankles, he coats his bulbous tip in saliva before prodding her anxious, velvety wedges, "I can't wait to fuck your precious plum like this mindless, filthy, obedient little whore."
A blissful sigh opens the overture to an evening of ostinato melodies conducted by a maniac languidly working himself to the bone to stretch her open. Grunting, Ryu buries his throbbing arousal deep into Mizuki's jelly.
Shrieking, "Ryu," the powerful bucks of her lover clatters her vivacious form against the tan map as she coats venous flesh with glistening syrup.
An ample bosom bowls through his miniature ranks as he busts her lane wide open; conquering every pulsating wave of her flooding canal upon his invasion, Ryu circles his hips in repetitious, forward plunges.
Rocking back and forth like a battering ram eager to penetrate pink, fleshy gates, he makes his way deeper with each forward thrust until he fills her with his seize engine.
On attempt of his final, deceitful retreat before unleashing a volley of repetitious attacks, her defenses work to trap him in place before pulling him in deeper.
Ryu groans when she twerks, splashing her vibrant liqueur over his balls as her face dips into bent arms. Muffling blasting moans that burst into focused groans then helpless whines, his frisky hand ventures up her back to take a hold of her thick ponytail.
Winding the mid-back length rope around his hand, he pulls while drilling her thighs into the table's edge; scooting the wooden body across carpet covered stone, soft parchment bunches between her body and glossy wood while she searches for leverage to keep from sliding around.
Ryu fucks her mercilessly onto the table before melding to her body. Pumping into her, sending her to her belly, he soon pins her down, trapping whatever bits of map and troops that couldn't make it out from under her. Clawing the desk to push back against his dominating hips, Mizuki roars during his aggressive mating dance. Emptying her before a first orgasmic wave can crash down around him, he holds himself up on all fours before flipping her onto her back with his power.
Blanketing her face in doting kisses as his body melts on top of hers, loose strands of black and blue silk curtain his face.
Spoiling her with sensual caresses and passionate lips, illuminated particles form from the table to develop into solid copies of his hands all around them. Rubbing and groping her in places he can't reach, the mighty vessel cannonballs her kraken.
Manipulating soft, peachy thighs further apart, warm, tender hands move in to latch onto multiple parts of her legs amidst his unyielding strokes. Just before her arms are forced above her head and bound by luminary fingers, she hugs him tight around the back of his neck. Bear claws glide across scale speckled skin, "Two hands."
Trembling, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, "I–."
Kissing her delicately on the lips, stopping her discomfort, he further disarms her by resting peacefully inside her pond. The physical copies of his hands dust away in blue light while a pearlescent hand pets the top of her head.
Searching violet eyes as her core pulses around him, the enclosing fear from a triggered past dissipates.
Feeling the way his heart throbs inside her responsive cuff, a moaning gasp escapes when Ryu drags velvety lips over her left cheek and temple. Grabbing his firm ass, she plants her feet onto the table; rocking her hips to take him deeply with every forced thrust, Mizuki pulls him inside of her only to push him out with a thrilling gush.
Groaning in bliss at the primitive vibrations synapsing through the tips of her extremities as she flourishes around him, Mizuki bites her bottom lip to focus on drawing out his lustful praise.
Sighing pleasantly into her hair, "That's my girl," his claws whittle away the table's surface as he rides her waves like a surfer.
A growling moan echoes in his throat before she tackles him to his back on the grand workspace. Riding him like a bull, dominating him with bouncing, swiveling hips as he arches to meet her, she plants her hands on opposite sides of his head.
Sliding and grinding along, her rapid waters splash down his smooth boulders and snowy terrain during a medley of delighted grunts.
Squishing luscious mounds together, sucking and slobbering over peachy flesh, he indulges upon ripe, strawberry nipples. Nibbling over erect nerves, greedy hands grope their way down ample curves before securing her to him.
Jouncing into rosy putty that grips and squishes, incoherent syllables rumble free until he slows to gentle, rhythmic strokes. Legs thrashing in the moments she loses focus, Mizuki burns with electric anticipation as her peak threatens all sense of reason.
Spewing exhilaration, she claws across his scale-speckled chest when he forces her to sit upright on his girthy spear. Causing no harm to his herculean chest, Ryu bridges his body with tenacious hip thrusts.
Grabbing her own breasts and throwing her head back, Mizuki's guttural howl echoes in the room when he mobs her engorged pearl with his thumb. Welcoming her tsunami with a fanged, moaning sigh, Ryu's back floats from the messy workspace as she continues riding him. Rising gracefully beyond hovering, white orbs that illuminate the room, they disappear into pitched darkness hiding cool, smooth stone.
Moaning, groaning, and gasping as her spine molds to stone, they fool around in the shadows with no idea where the next kiss, lick, or stroke is coming from until she forgets where she is and tries to pin him to the wall.
The moment her knees hit the ceiling when she gets him on his back, her arms flail when she feels her body disconnect from his. Before her tunnel can relinquish his evil will, Ryu snatches her hips and rocks, keeping her where he wants her.
Clasping her arms and legs around him, "If I lose myself," she pants between blissful whimpers, "I won't land well."
Without a word, he hastefully replaces his dick with two fingers and she writhes wildly at the sensational change. Twisting and curling his fingers along her insides, hooking and coddling the spongiest surfaces deep within her, his thumb manipulates her sloppy clit into a geysering frenzy. Running his fangs along her neck, his hot breath caresses her ear when he whispers, "You'll always land well with me."
Pulling back slightly enough to witness Mizuki's shrouded expression relax through his enhanced vision, Ryu brazenly replaces an explorative hand with his bushman's pipe; taking advantage of parted lips in the midst of a siren's song, Ryu dunks glazed digits into her mouth.
Drool glistens down the corner of her mouth as her tongue slides to gather fresh brandy from taunting fingertips. Ryu's tongue runs up the warm trail, drinking in her saliva before sharing his frosted fingers with her tongue.
Bulldozing through collapsing walls in search of a water main, Mizuki's claws clash with the scales scattered over his back. Creating sparks in the darkness over unharmed, iridescent ridges, she hangs on as he dances inside her womb. Suddenly occupying both of his hands with dulcet alps, he slathers her tongue and lips with attention.
Knowing her back is against the ceiling, the humanoid bear gapes at the way his body nestles her into the diagonal crevice they lay in. Feeling his firm touch grope down her sides to her butt, she whines when he spreads her cheeks apart to bang her like a drum.
With lively, full strokes that create a chain reaction of micro orgasms, she trembles in tune with the rapid beating of her heart.
Mizuki's overflowing dam finally washes him away.
Ryu's hips fall from hers after her quaking orgasm pushes him out. Their lips just barely disconnect when his arms slide from her grasp. Capturing his fingertips, seeing the ring of light beyond the impenetrable darkness they've retreated to, she fights gravity to bring him back to her.
Whatever spell is keeping her attached to the stone fails and they plummet from an arched, shadowy ceiling through the blinding white orbs, into a misty, red door of light.
Mizuki's eyes adjust to find she's drifting downward to pass swirling, gold and silver serpents supporting a gloriously lush, green cushion bench with tiered, arched backing.
Examining the interior, silver and gold skull of an enormous, ten horned monster, she looks down at broken rows of teeth filled with viscous-looking, metal stairs. Eye sockets holding two massive, red stones burn with a smoldering flame high above the open mouth.
Following her current trajectory, she realizes she will be seated right in Ryu's naked lap as he sits comfortably on his eccentrically large throne.
Unable to see his face, her back arches when she's slowly lowered onto his dick as they both face the hall. Rows of stone people whose faces shift like shadows rise from the polished, mountain rock floor draped by a teal runner from end to end.
Whispers and gasps shift to roaring chatter that echo from a lifeless crowd filling the space around them.
Mizuki's head falls back into hallucinogenic pleasure while shivering waves wreak havoc through her. The fuzzy flesh of her ear brushes his cheek as he forces her to devour his entire magic mushroom.
Grazing his lips against her ear, teasing her vulnerable skin into a chill, "This is what it means to be mine."
Groping a titty and spreading her legs with his own to buff slick folds with discerning fingertips, she whimpers through a panting moan as her sheath apprehends him. Breaking the cord securing her hair with his teeth, he buries his face in purple chestnut tresses to breathe in citrus with a snarl.
Restraining himself from grinding into her, Ryu toys with her sweltering chest and engorged nipples while his free hand loops and goads her delicate pearl, "Up here, with me, in front of everyone."
Pulsing uncontrollably around his satiating sausage, Mizuki's heart races to accomplish another home run as she denies herself the instant gratification of rocking into his tempting touch. Lifting her from his dick to bend her over the seat of the throne, she grabs the elegant, metal backing with one leg bent on the cushion and the other foot planted firmly on the flawless platform.
Palming her butt left and right, jiggling her cheeks, she sucks her bottom lip as he stands behind her bent, prostrated holes– unsure of his next dastardly move. Tapping the tip of himself over the bottom of a hot pan, he settles deep into her scorching, cherry pie with a low growl, "Do you think I'd stop myself?"
Ryu guts her with his mighty sword, dicing up her organs as he swings his steel around carelessly inside her, "From taking you like this."
Clawing into plush, luminescent fabric, she soon pops it all back on him until he must wrap his arms around her. Embracing his woman tightly, whispering gravel into her ear, "In a room full of people."
Growling against her shoulder with a nip, she trembles under pillaging hands. Nipping and kissing over her shoulder, "If I got thirsty for you," he rips his body away to drop to his knees.
Massaging and spreading her apart, inspecting pillowy, glistening skin, he blows cool air over honey-glazed petals, "I wouldn't wait to drink."
Dipping his tongue into blood orange folds until he latches onto his bulging target with suckling lips, her mewling squeal reverberates around them. Arching and bowing her spine, grinding against his face and clawed, looting hands that plunder every sparkling jewel in reach, she successfully utters, "I trust the will of the lord I serve."
Growling in satisfaction, he smacks her ass then gives it a firm shake before yanking her harder against his pumping tongue. Grazing his teeth over her butt, he rises to roughly fill her with every venous ridge until she screams and begs and arches for more.
Scratching scaled forearms as he overloads her senses with ecstasy, holding her tight, Ryu slides into the throne seat without letting her part from him. The shifting shadows over stone figures in the distance cheers them on while she rides him, completely exposed to the prying eyes of fake subjects.
Pearlescent hands molest her breasts and bully her clit as every humping bump disrupts fidgety shivers. Nipping along her neck before hissing against her skin, "Even when it humiliates you?"
Turning her head to look at him, her hips slowing to a stop, "I've been humiliated by men lesser than you."
Ryu watches her climb from his lap, his drenched cock bobbing in the air before she takes it in her hand on her way to her knees in front of him. Leaning his head back against the cushioned metal, he watches her through burning, hungry eyes.
"I will not hesitate to give all that I am to my lord as he desires it."
Clenching his jaw, he watches in suspense as she languidly swallows him until she gags. Guiding his jawbreaker to knock around her throat, he gasps merrily.
Sinking into his throne with ecstasy, ivory claws pet chestnut violet hair as she slurps to the tip, "Ah. . ."
Groaning in his throat when she massages his glossy shaft with her warm breasts, "V'Dodi Li."
A sensual growl rumbles his chest when drooling, suctioning lips and a wily tongue fight with buttery pillows over his voracious cock. A rattling breath makes it through gritted teeth, filling his lungs before he halts her.
Cupping her chin, he stares into confused, purple eyes.
Snapping his fingers, the hall returns to normal and a red door of light appears on the platform's step in front of them.
Overhead candlelight flickers off ivory bone growing out the top, right side of his head as she looks up at him.
Mizuki's hands slide to his thighs.
Convicted through half-lidded, hellfire eyes while honing in for a dreamy kiss, "Filth doesn't deserve to lay its eyes upon her highness."