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Kunugi Yanagi prided herself in being able to understand her swords, to easily read through their actions and words, and for the fact that alone had helped her numerous of times.Not when it comes to Higekiri.The Treasured Sword of Minamoto clan mystified her to no ends. It didn’t matter what he did, how he appears or where he goes nor to who does he chatter with. The Tsukumogami never fail to adorn the enigmatic noble air of his side-by-side a smile on his refined features like splendid silks of his time in the abode of the Genji aristocrats. He shone in such way as alongside Hizamaru, they chatter with swords who are wise in nature or from an era close to theirs. It was an incredible contrast to his younger brother, whose inner nature were clear to their master’s judgement as fierce flames. But the elder one proceed to blind her even further into curiosity with his Delphic words and feats.Which is why Yanagi finds herself in her office’s chair with shivers gliding down her spine and strong hands wrapped around her wrists as the Tachi moved his lube-coated fingers in her.How long have they been in this position, she wondered, where he stood between her legs and pinned her arms above her with one hand while the other worked to send zapping touches in her awfully drenched cavern. Oh yeah, sarcasm conquered her mind fleetingly, when he found her singing his name in the lewdest tone possible as she moved her fingers in and out of herself. Her brown eyes flitted everywhere, from the view of his digits moving in and out of her to the bulge of his erection in the confinement of his slacks to those honey-coloured eyes of his. That mischief-laced smile that decorated his features showed no signs of faltering. Neither does the massage of his fingers against that sweet spot inside of her that gave her unbearable temptation to throw her head back and stifle her moans.Gods know how long has the blond Tsukumogami have been doing that. His pace against her sopping folds is erratic and unreadable, just like him. The sounds of her moans it quickened, but the slight attempts of stifle or the small signs of release it slackened. There were times when he did the opposite, but for merely amount of time that the blonde-haired female can count with the beating of her heart. Her brown eyes deceived her heart, stinging madly as tears cascaded down her cheeks like the raindrops against her window. His cooing and hushes build up the frustration to higher levels as the clock echoed deafeningly close-by. Her gasps were hisses that turned into moans back and forth. Her lips kiss-bruised and had not change from its form as a scowl. His flavour stung her tongue and just reminiscing it made her tongue to glide against her lips, swallowing down a suffocating lump.“Oh?” His voice danced a waltz with deviltry, smoothly withdrawing from her yet not completely so. “Are you giving up already, Aruji? I’d be fine to leave things as it is if that’s what you wish.”Her laugh shook in betrayal. “On the contrary, Higekiri-san, I can go on for as long as the storm outside.”His very own chuckles alone set her quivering puffs free from the restraints the Saniwa set on herself. Knuckles-deep he buried himself in her. They bended, they turned and they moved as fiery swells followed behind like the ripples of a lake. Once more, they sparked heat in a languid nature, a contrary to the raging winds that trashed the willows. Her arms and wrists ached in his, slowly losing its fighting protests yet the Tachi showed no wants in releasing them. Lust danced in circles against her mind, dizzying her with half-lidded eyes.“Hey, Aruji.” His voice mellow and soft, enough to stop the skipping of lust clouding her. “Why were you calling me?”
He would sadly need more than just his voice to bring the answer out of her.
“Y-You must be… imaging… things.” Trembles and gasps spun between every word Yanagi uttered out.Despite her cheeks sheen in tear-streaks and sweat, Higekiri slipped into a different realm where angry forest fire surrounded and towered him in a nature that only trees could do when his golden orbs looked into those brown pools of wants. Boldness is a part of his master’s nature that he was wonderfully aware of. It was friends with stubbornness, and it made his heart spun in rapturous glee from the anticipated consequence of their situation. So much that his little fangs were bared and glint in her sight, taking her breath away with it.A whine became an escaped prisoner of her throat from the abrupt hastened movement of his digits in her. Her clit roughly grazed against the roughness of his palm, pushing her into a stupor of relishing in its scuffing. Her head hit the plush of her chair, and that’s when the Treasured Sword knew that he had hit the centre of the target. His fingers pressed against it with assault that was pleasurably aggressive. It sent her toes curling, back arching and teeth gritting and clattering against each other. Only when a mousy squeal skipped out of her did he moved out of her before the peak pounced her.His impulsive stop gave her entire body shudders and jitters. It was too much that the Saniwa was trying to grasp the thin threads of her sanity. She was too absorbed in recollecting herself that the sounds coming out of her failed to reach her mind. Sobs bounced off the walls of her office as loud as the storm outside. The blonde female never realized the gentle plush of his lips against her forehead and cheeks until it reached her own lips. That alone is more than enough to have her out of her ecstatic daze. His lips turned upwards by the corners, yet what came in her chest was not admiration nor was it hatred. It was something far from it and something so deep and forbidden that no one, not even the grinning Higekiri or the quivering Yanagi, should know of.“You asked me why I stopped. You begged for more. You called for me.” he whispered closely to the shell of her ear.“Were we imaging things earlier, Master?”