Matsuo was right: the girl had sweet breasts.
She met my gaze and smiled shyly. "Master," she uttered, "you are experienced in the ways of love and pleasure. Please teach me what I have to know."
I sensed that she had a lot of desire hidden beneath the surface. In a way, she reminded me of Emiko, the attendant that my wife wanted to flog for her attentions to me.
I ran my hand over the girl's bare shoulders and down to her breasts, making her inhale sharply. I could see her nipples perk up and harden. I pressed on her breasts gently, kneading them and circling the nipples.
She moaned, lowering her gaze. Her body trembled from my touch.
I lowered my head to taste her breasts, licking and flicking her nipples with my tongue. The girl gasped, pushing her flesh closer to my mouth. Discerning the scent of her arousal, I slid my hand down her stomach, until I reached the sash, a piece of fabric covering her maidenhood.
"Are you ready for your duty?" I asked, my hand on the tie of the sash.
"Yes, master," she muttered.
"Look at me when you answer my questions."
She raised her flickering eyes, blood rushing to her cheeks. "Yes… master…"
I untied the sash and threw it aside. I could feel the warmth and wetness between her legs.
"Lie down," I said, spreading her legs.
She lay, shuddering, as I started massaging her pussy, gradually pulling apart the opening with two fingers. Her legs instinctively pressed together, but I pushed them wide again, continuing to prepare her pussy for my entrance.
My fingers were getting soaked with her juices, and she started moaning again. I slid two fingers inside, feeling out the barrier that I was meant to break. The girl huffed, her breaths getting shallower and faster.
I opened my kimono, and she looked at my stiff cock, her eyes growing wider.
"It's time to do your duty to your lord," I said calmly. "The pain will be quick, but the pleasure you are going to learn will be yours for a lifetime."
With shaky hands, she pulled out a white piece of cloth. "Please, use this," she whispered.
She slid the cloth that was meant to witness the loss of her virginity under herself and locked her gaze with mine again.
I grabbed the base of my cock, directing it toward her opening. I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips, brushing it quickly over her clit.
"Heavens!" she moaned, clutching the futon with her hands.
"Bite your lip when it hurts," I told her, inserting the tip of the cock into her pussy. She stared at me with a mix of fear and lust. I thrust inside, breaking her seal, pushing myself quickly all the way in.
The girl bit her lip hard, stifling a cry that escaped only through her nose. I paused inside, relishing the feeling of her slick pussy wrapped so tight around me. Then I slowly pulled out and wiped my cock on the white ceremonial cloth, the dark traces of her innocence proving she was no longer a girl. A faint smell of blood reached my nostrils, as I showed the cloth to her.
"My lord…" she muttered feverishly.
I put down the cloth and pushed my cock back inside her pussy, making her jerk and whimper. As I lowered myself above her, she reached for me, gently pulling me closer.
I thrust harder as her eyes closed, her eyelids fluttering with my movements.
"Look at me," I reminded her.
I watched her face twist and her breasts bounce under my thrusts and wanted to devour her vulnerable body so hard that she would cry out from pain and ecstasy.
Withdrawing almost completely, I watched as she arched her back, her eyes pleading for more.
"Ask for it," I grunted.
"Please, master," she whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please, enter me, possess me, destroy me," she muttered, her lips parting.
With a smirk, I relented, thrusting deep and fast, her hips now rising to meet mine at the bottom of each plunge. Her hands were caressing my back, pulling me closer, urging me.
Her wetness made the sound of my skin slapping against hers grow louder and sultrier by the minute. I felt an approaching orgasm and thought of drowning her pussy in my semen.
"Take my essence!" I groaned, and she gasped, my cum shooting into her pussy with abandon.
I kept thrusting, driving each shot as deep as I could. Her pussy pulsated with every spurt, squeezing my cock tight. She threw her head back, shaking violently, as though the cold had pierced her skin.
"Oh…master…"
Her hips kept rising even after I stopped, her breath frenzied.
"Oh…my lord…"
I kneaded her breasts while catching my breath. Then I pulled out and brought my cock to her lips.
"Have the rest of the essence," I said.
She opened her mouth and hungrily swallowed my cock, slurping on it clumsily.
"Use your tongue from the bottom," I said, pressing my cock down with one finger.
She hummed and switched to licking, her hand awkwardly caressing my balls.
"You're going to be a fine wife," I said, running my fingers down her pretty face. "Make sure to swallow everything."
She nodded and gulped.
"Your taste is wonderful, master," she said shyly.
I lay down on the mat and rested. After another cup of tea, she reached for my cock again.
"Thank you, master."
Her fingers rubbed it with the fervor of naivety, and I felt a gradual return of desire.
"Before you go, let me give you another lesson," I said, turning her onto all fours.
I lifted her hips and slid my cock into her pussy from behind.
"Ah! So tight!" she squealed.
"Good," I barked. "Spread your legs!"
I penetrated her forcefully, enjoying her early discomfort. Soon, however, her pussy swelled with juices, and a loud sloshing sound drowned her subsiding moans.
I reached with my hand from underneath and flicked her clit a few times.
"I'm floating!" she exclaimed, starting to shudder, her hips bucking hard into me.
"Fuck!" I moaned, unloading more cum into her pussy, my cock pressed right up against her womb.
"Heavens! Heavens!" she kept mumbling, until I let her hips go and she fell flat on her stomach. "Master, you're the wizard of pleasure."
I sat down next to her. I was exhausted myself.
"Remember, you belong to me," I said, studying her limp cute body. "Be a good wife and a good vassal."
She turned her head to gaze at me. "Yes, master. I'm yours anytime you want."
I nodded.
"Now, go to your husband, and enjoy the rest of your wedding," I said, handing her the innocence cloth.
She forced herself to sit up and took the cloth in her hands, gently folding it.
"I am forever in your debt, my lord."