They emerge in a windowless, door-less, stone room; the cold, dank walls emanate a bleak outlook with no sign of a way out from the inside. On the floor is a worn, straw-stuffed mat, and a metal pot in the opposite corner.
One torch is lit near where she stands, and the four walls are close enough together for its light to be ample.
Questioning the gagoiru (gargoyle) as she walks a perimeter of a room less than half of her old bedroom to confirm there's no way out, "How am I supposed to talk to anyone from in here?"
Umeko eyes him, discovering his wings almost touch the ceiling while retracted.
Approaching her slowly, "This is not your final destination," glittering eyes turn gold from firelight while searching her spirit.
Wow. His eyes are soooo dreamy. . .
Reaching her with a leisured gait, "I decided to make a detour on the way to your cell," Umeko's backward steps are as gradual as his advance.
Choking out, "Why?" the wall's pat on her back stops the breath in her throat.
Managing to display a cool exterior so she doesn't show him any fear, What's he plan to do to me?!
"Well," he begins when the front of his body is a hair away from touching hers, "Should Shinigami (a death god) hail whilst you are in holding, I imagine," and one of his clawed hands teases its way down her side.
Umeko's chest rises as she inhales sharply.
His voice, capable of charming the clothes from any willing participant, "You would have enjoyed one last liberation from mortal sin ere your departure," is complimented by the glide of his arm behind her back.
Raising an eyebrow, she relaxes into curiosity, "What are you saying?"
Bringing his mouth close to her ear, "A no-strings-attached experience in the highest form of earthly pleasure that one in your condition can achieve."
Raising both eyebrows, genuinely intrigued, "I don't think I've ever felt that. . ."
Hansuke's free hand occupies itself by caressing her jawline; tilting her chin up to meet his infernal stare, the exceptionally handsome gargoyle's proposition does a dance number on her logic.
Contemplating backing her head away until the cool blanket of stone wall supporting her points out there's nowhere to run, Umeko swallows hard. Stuttering nervously, trying to decide what to do in the mere moments handed to her before something awful or wonderful happens, "M-m-my condition?"
The girl's expanding capillaries make it difficult to refuse the winged man whose hard, hot body is pinning her to a cold wall around the mass of a flexing arm. Remaining still, absorbing the comforting heat consuming her from the outside in, "One last enrapture, before it's too late."
Lowering her eyebrows pensively, "Say it like I'm simple," she looks him in the eye unembarrassed.
A persuasive grin exposes his teeth and white edges collect her attention; striking her off guard, the servant's large hand cups her ass while rocking into her.
Ungh!
Biting her bottom lip, concerned at how quickly her body seems to jump on board at the idea of whatever this is about to be, How do I keep ending up like this with people that talk down to me in the beginning?!
Seeing the inner conflict developing in her eyes, Hansuke runs his thumb over her bottom lip, "Besides. . ."
A thick, long tongue snakes between his teeth and wiggles until the muscle-controlled, serpent tip taps her bottom lip.
YELPING quietly from feeling the tip of her nose get gently pinched by thick, wet meat, Umeko covers her mouth to hide her curiously guilty amazement.
Rescinding the extension of his talent into his mouth with a SLURP, he smirks, "I am parched and in need of quenching."
That was his tongue?! It's so—!
Umeko's body quivers in response to imagining his tongue filling her responsive entrance; heat rushes to her thighs as quickly as her fantasy flourishes, and the blood vessels of her groin pool until her cup begins to overflow.
Biting her bottom lip, Is he making my body do this? Can I really trust anything he says? Fuck! All anybody wants to do around here is fuck!
Grumbling inside her own head, Me included! Fuck. I feel so weak. No matter who I do anything with. . .they still won't be Tsukiyomi. And he's the only one I really want.
Stumbling over her words, "Are you seducing me with your power?"
Mizuki mentioned some yokai use tricks to control people's bodies. But, it's not like he'd tell me the truth if he had to use magic to get his dick wet. I'm trapped here whether I like it or not.
Smoke abruptly encases them with a POOF.
Umeko opens her eyes from a frantic blink to find she's suddenly on her back in the uncomfortable bed with Hansuke kneeling between her parted legs, "I have no such power, Plum Blossom Child."
Now that I know why that's my name. . .I hate hearing it. . .
"Though," he cups her ankles, "If blaming me for your decision to surrender will help you sleep Tonight," hot and calloused hands sluggishly massage up to her knees, "So be it."
Bending her legs to plant her feet firmly on the ground as he roams over, toffee skin twitches under his fingertips, This is all happening so fast! Do I even want this?!
Lifting her right leg to begin planting delicate kisses along the inside of her ankle, pouty lips make their way up to her knee.
I don't think I should do this. And I'm pretty sure if I screamed for Tsukiyomi to help, Ryu will barge. I can't let him see me like this. He'll kill Hansuke for--!
Sighing blissfully when gentle kisses become tongue rolling, suctioning kisses; her back arches as he happens upon the darkness of her inner thighs. Pushing up the hem of her dress amidst the patient climbing of her body, his skilled mouth follows newly naked, salty sweet skin.
Moaning quietly, her head digs back into the rough, mauve bedding, Ohhhh, but this feels too good to stop. . .
Laying flat, her spine shudders when he nips a tender trail along the crook of her groin beside the white fabric of her tied underwear. Hansuke's lips graze past her concealed heat over the white dressing.
Duplicating the same actions on her other thigh, Umeko's jealous, traitorous flesh tightens from cool air and excitement until goose pimples form. Gasping and cooing at his ministrations, the feel of his famished muscle lapping over her slit, on top of the fabric, builds heavy pulses inside her.
Delicately working to open the valve that taps her maple, hair from his bangs tickle her lower stomach when he buries his face into her clothed mound. Clutching the top of his head in anticipatory euphoria, the damp warmth of his mouth begins to penetrate the cotton with intentional blowing and tongue swirling laps.
With a drum beating inside her chest, Umeko writhes when the adventurous tongue dives into every naked crook surrounding cotton; slithering his tongue under the fabric, across the top of her slit to steal a breathy, gasping moan, the seemingly sentient muscle wraps around her underwear before he tugs it straight up.
The friction parting her cheeks to dig damp cotton into her slit drives her back to arch and collapse with each aggressive tug. Umeko's arousal deepens when she discovers just how strong his tongue really is.
I'm done for! I can't. . .stop. . .
Witnessing her breaths become shorter as her chest rises and falls, his tongue frees her underwear so his mouth can occupy itself by nipping and kissing over freshly exposed, outer petals with care.
Convicted through generous kisses, he looks up the girl's body from between her legs, "Please," half-closed eyes shield the dark thoughts forming inside his mind, "Do make yourself comfortable."
Umeko drags in a deep breath to cease panting, and a long exhale releases all the stress that is sure to arrive once they leave this room.
As though he read the flustered pose of her body, the end of her breath was cut short by the tip
of his tongue venturing between the fold separating her underwear from the inside crease of her labia.
Dancing along the slit with the tips of his tongue, the girl grits her teeth to keep from screaming out.
It's been so long since someone touched me there! And his tongue is so--!
Grabbing a fistful of his bangs with another arch of her back, the slick, girth muscle slithers down her clit and the desire to feel him delve into her moistening flower rocks her hips against it.
Palming her inner thighs open until he holds them apart with clawed hands, Umeko mewls with a squirm when the serpent-tongue dips into her core, under the fabric; coating the tip in her essence, the forked tongue then slithers up to her unhooded clit.
Soft points squeeze along the engorged nerve ending as her hands find their way to the mat beneath them. Bracing herself for the storm within her as it threatens to take her away, Hansuke's strong hands creep from her inner thighs to pull her outer lips apart.
Floating helplessly in the pleasure that drowns her mind, the girl's first orgasm that wasn't from wet dreams or masturbation since she came here knocks at her door.
The moment he slides the belly of his tongue recklessly over her pearl, she bites back a crescendo of moans.
Dragging his tongue back down her slit, he's quick to tenderly suck her lower lips into his mouth-- one at a time with full appreciation.
Groaning in bliss as the pads of his fingertips nudge closer to her honey pot, the arching of her back and attempted bucks of her hips are limited when she realizes he has her pinned to the bed by the hips.
Drawing in cool air that dries her lips as he prods at her slippery petals with careful hands, "Unh!" is the first of many squealing groans of rapture when his tongue slithers into her.
Shutting her eyes tight to focus on her breathing, the strong appendage massages her insides
as it pumps into her constricting tunnel. Umeko's hips shift in small motions, jerking against him from the heightening pleasure hard enough to earn an amused grin from the winged creature.
His tongue abandons her opening to lick his lips, "Your flavor is sweeter than your sounds."
Groaning huskily into her pussy while motor-boating it, his face rises with a satisfied inhale, "I need to hear more."
Catching her off guard, Hansuke tightly grasped her hips before she's surrounded in a cloud of smoke.
As her eyes adjust to new light and a WHOOSH of fresh air, she discovers they are surrounded by a sky partially filled with stars and the final goodbye of a setting sun.
Wind brushes their skin with amber-colored clouds breaking around her. Eyes wide with horror at seeing a small mountain below, they're falling towards the highest peak.
"Ahhhh!" Screams of terror quickly turn to cries of arousal.
Hansuke holds her butt to his chest, keeping an arm firmly around the front of her hips as she remains upside down. Incredibly large, bat-like wings pop open with a leatherish FLAP; floating downwards in a controlled glide rather than falling, Umeko doesn't have time to worry about her impending doom.
Reveling in the skill of his tongue as it continues its assault on her center, circling and filling her quivering hole with enthusiasm, she wraps her arms around the backs of his thighs.
Burying his face into her groin, his nose strokes her clit as he shoves his tongue as far as it will go inside her. The hot, slick appendage writhes within her, rolling around every inner, gripping muscle.
Umeko moaningly screams into his large and muscular thighs while noticing the rock hard heat knocking against her chest bone. Hansuke's hands grope and fondle every curve and crease of her body that he can reach without dropping her.
Digging her nails into the backs of his thighs, eliciting a gruff growl to vibrate her dripping flower, his thick organ snakes from her flower to the bridge that separates her pussy from her anus.
Nervous about where he's headed, "Wait!"
She's entering the dangerous zone beyond her comfort for the umpteenth time with the gargoyle she just met.
The girl's objection goes unnoticed or ignored; either way, the tip of his serpent tongue works its magic by sliding recklessly between her holes.
Their bodies turn in the air when she begins to shiver; now floating downward with his back to the orange sky, the slow-approaching ground remains in her sight while parallel to her front.
How is he keeping me pinned to his body like this?! Oooo! He's incredible!
The pointed tips of his tongue surround her nub, teasing and pinching its swollen sensitivity while his fingers begin to toy with her vacant sheath.
Umeko's body gyrates against him, signaling her orgasm is on the brink of fleeing; the fluid from her release explodes when he slithers the full heat of his tongue in and over her clit, folds, and gripping tunnel while gently nudging the opening of her holes with the pads of his fingertips.
Nearly suffocating herself with the fabric of his pants, she bellows her passions into his thighs until his rigid cock begins to throb against her sternum.
Enveloped with another POOF of dense smoke, cinnamon eyes blink until the gray swirls dissipate; scanning the inside of a cave, she marvels at the clusters of pink crystals growing in obelisks straight out the stone above.
Glittering all around from the dual torches lit on opposite sides of the entrance, she can't believe such low light has such brightness all from the stones' reflective ability.
A small spring with clear waters lay mere steps from where he lays as it dawns on her that she's on top of him. Gathering her attention by nipping at her thigh, she watches the way his wings flatten against the stone with the heels of his feet almost touching the water's edge.
Caressing her tight butt, "Come," Hansuke's suggestion causes the girl to look back at him from over her shoulder as she sits straddling his chest.
Gleaming up at her with a come-hither stare, "You are seated in the wrong place."
His deep voice creates a chill throughout her body just as quickly as he clutches her hips to lift her effortlessly; forcing her pussy up and over his face with her knees in the crooks of his shoulders, she swallows hard.
"I. . .can't," leaning forward, keeping her lower body lifted from his face as she stays up on all fours, "This feels. . .weird."
Without a moment to lose, he wraps his arms around her thighs to wedge her back to his face as he lifts his head to taste her lips with a hungry tongue.
Mewling shamelessly when he suckles along the inside of her succulent fruit, Hansuke nurtures her flesh with eager taste buds.
Relaxing into the sloppy kisses he lathers over her sensitive clit, she's drawn out of his trance when he manipulates her body faster than she realizes.
Blinking back into reality, she finds she's no longer facing his legs and the cave spring but the entrance; positioned to use his face as a seat cushion, the front of her ankles are tucked into his armpits with her thighs trapping his head.
With a stomach twisted in knots as her body sensually grinds into his mouth with the tip of his nose randomly prodding her clit, Umeko rakes through his black bangs with her fingers. Pulling his hair when he plunges his girthy, writhing tongue deep inside her, she whines through a moan at the width of two or three fingers stretching her pulsating insides– though it's only his mighty tongue.
Melting around the pumping strength of his hearty tongue as she finds her rhythm of fucking his face, every time she begins to fall forward to catch her breath and retain an orgasm, he flattens his hand over her chest to keep her upright.
Clutching at the venous gray muscles flexing up her body to hold her in place, she groans erotically during his careful massaging of her breasts and erect nipples through her dress. An unyielding tongue squirms against every spongy ridge of her shrinking canal, and he SLURPS down every drop of nectar as she produces it.
Umeko's moans and groans become grunts and whimpering pants until a guttural moan urges him for more after he grabs her ass cheeks to pull them apart; falling forward to support herself on cool, damp stone, he pulls her hard against his face.
Hansuke's mouth never ceases its thorough interrogation of her hungry core as it demands the treasure it's seeking.
Fucking her roughly with his tongue then sucking her clit, he laps up her honey before thrusting his tongue back inside.
Everything within her mind beyond this very moment shatters away and her flourishing desire overflows as his avid mouth devours her luscious, dark fruit. Shuddering a lengthy, breathy release that doesn't stop the gagoiru from forcing his tongue inside the collapsing tunnel, Umeko's mind drifts to the idea of his rigid cock filling her in place of the forked tongue.
Devouring her plum to the very pit as the longest orgasm she's ever had ripples through her, she screams when his tongue encircles and squeezes her clit with the tenacity of a starved animal on its first meal.
Shaking her lower body against his face by her ass while fucking her pussy with his mouth, Umeko's guttural, whimpering screams echoes throughout the cave until the final dribbles of her excitement empty into his mouth.
Sliding closer to the floor to hold herself up by her forearms, she pants to catch her breath as he kisses tenderly around her outer lips. Gaining jolting gasps until she crawls away from him to lay on her side into welcoming stone, "Mmm," he licks his lips.
Wiping his mouth dry with one hand while rolling onto his side to stare at the girl working to catch her breath, "I could feast upon your flesh for days."
Crawling near her with his wings retracted, his hot, rough hand caresses her exposed hip until she shivers, "Your arousal alone would satiate me."