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War Of Shadows	By : TurtleNinja Category: +S through Z > Samurai Jack Views: 3353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was a feeling unlike any I had ever experienced before, and I gave it a long moment to set in. The feel of her skin, the taste of her kiss... It was so unfamiliar and at the same time, it was her. And she had become very familiar to me in the days and weeks that I had loved her. Still, I had never thought I would ever know her this intimately, this close. I had never dared to think, even for a moment, that I would test my familiarity with her to such an extent.

She leaned up, and her lips met mine in a hungry, needful kiss that stole my breath away. This time, I was prepared for it. I met her intensity, allowing our tongues to wrestle with each other. Her fingers ran along my jaw, into my hair, and expert fingers unfastened it, letting it fall down around our faces to curtain us. It was myself and her in the world there was nothing else.

Her wings wrapped up around us, and my eyes slid closed involuntarily as I felt a soft, downy warmth envelop me. At that moment, I was quite sure that I would be content to stay here with her forever. Never in my life had I felt so secure, and never had I felt so open and vulnerable. And yet, there was no fear that came with the vulnerability.

Pulling away, I gazed into her eyes. No longer was there any hint of sadness or sorrow in them. In its place was pure desire. It was a look I had seen in the eyes of the women in Hub Four, but it was so much more than that. It was love as well, and commitment, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I felt the same thing deep inside of myself.

My fingers travelled up, and I lightly caressed her jaw. I could feel that same lust, that same love, that same desperate desire flooding through me, making my heart pound wildly in my chest. She felt so soft, smelled so sweet... I could not help but lean down to kiss her again, gently running my hands along her body through her clothes.

The quiet, high moan in the back of her throat elicited a deeper one from somewhere inside of me, and I gasped for air as I kissed along her jaw, down to her neck. Her soft, gentle hands were in my hair, fingers massaging at my scalp, and she held me to her gently as I kissed her throat, tasting the salt of her skin. Every sense was on heightened alert, and every nerve was reacting to her closeness.

One of her legs brushed against my own as she kicked her sandals off onto the floor. They hit with a soft thud, and I licked and kissed a trail back up to her lips. I felt her hands slowly slip within the folds of my kimono, gently rubbing against my chest, and gave a soft shudder.

"Chimitsu-chan..."

"Touch me," she moaned into the kiss. "Please..."

My hands ran down her sides, into the blanketing warmth between us, and I lifted her hips, pressing my own against them. She pressed up, grinding just slightly against my shaft, and I gasped as I felt it react. Slowly breaking away from the kiss, I leaned down, trailing light kisses along her neck and along the soft inside of her wings. I was rewarded with a quiet moan, and her wings twitched slightly, revealing a wealth of sensitivity beneath the feathers. I may not have done this before, but instinct told me I was on to something.

Her hands left my chest, and slid around to my back. Holding me tightly, she pulled me toward her again, and her petal-soft lips met my own. Slowly, I could feel her fingertips moving, along my shoulderblades, down my spine... They came to a stop on the knot that held my obi in place. I drew in a sharp breath, breaking the kiss as she took hold of one of the ends. I knew what she was doing, and it was something no woman had ever done before. My reflexes needed just a moment to catch up with the rest of me, and to realize that it was okay.

She paused, gazing up at me. "Do you want me to stop?"

I drew in a slow breath, and shook my head slowly.

"No," I whispered back. "Never."

A slight smile crept across her face, and she arched up to kiss me again. Very slowly, she pulled on the end, tugging the knot loose. I took in another breath, and rose up on my knees a bit to allow her to unwind it. As the last of it fell away, my kimono opened. Her eyes remained locked on mine as I lowered again, and felt the soft fabric of her gown on my bare chest. It felt nice... but I doubted very much that it could compare to the feel of her soft skin on mine.

I kissed her chin and throat, reaching beneath her to get at her gown, only to have her wings get in the way. This was a problem I had not considered. I did not want her to see that I was having such difficulty with it, and I persisted, seeking out the buttons or zipper or whatever it was that held the gown together. Yet there did not seem to be any sort of fastener below her wings and I could not reach higher between them.

I suddenly realized that while I had been struggling with her dress, she had slid her hands up over my arms to my shoulders, pushing at my kimono. It was just the excuse I needed. I rose up, letting her sit up to push it off my shoulders and down my arms. I reached behind myself as soon as it had fallen, tugging it free from around my feet before dropping it to the floor with my obi.

Chimitsu did not lay back down, cupping my face in her hands and leaning up for another tender kiss instead. Sliding one hand around to the small of her back, I drew her close. Very slowly, I made a trail with my fingertips along the ridge of her wings, drawing a soft moan from her lips. I kissed her harder, running my hands down over her arms to rest on her hips.

She drew away, and I reluctantly let her go, watching as she stood and faced me. A brief flicker of fear crossed my mind as I considered that she might be preparing to leave. But she did not. Instead, she simply turned around, and her wings flared out to reveal the fastener at her collar. I smiled faintly. It was a simple knotted button. Further down, the back of her gown opened for her wings before it joined again for the skirt.

I stood slowly, eyes locked on her as I reached up and undid the clasp. The collar fell open, and I dropped light kisses upon her neck and shoulders, tasting the salt of her skin. She was so beautiful, and the realization hit me all at once that she was MINE. With this act... she belonged to me. And I to her. That thought made me pause for just a moment. Not out of fear or apprehension, but the simple realization of just how true it was. She was beautiful. And she was mine.

Slowly, I slid the dress down over her arms and down her slim figure, trailing kisses down along her spine as I lowered slowly. A low moan escaped her lips as I kissed between her wings, and they fluttered and twitched from the gentle touch. The gown caressed her curves on its journey downward. My hands followed after it, touching her everywhere. Once I had reached her hips, I let the gown fall. It dropped to a pool at her feet, and she stepped out of it.

I swallowed as I drank in the sight of her, naked and beautiful before me. She was, by far, the most awe-inspiring thing I had ever seen in my life. I felt my heartbeat quicken, and my breath came slower, thicker. Very slowly, I took her hips firmly in my hands, kissing my way back up to the back of her neck.

I wanted to speak, to tell her how beautiful she was. But I could not find the words. Instead, I only slid my arms around her, and embraced her as tightly as I dared, resting my lips against her neck as I breathed in her scent. She tipped her head back, her wings flaring out, her hair falling like soft silk over my shoulder. Every sense was wrapped up in her... the feel of her body against mine, the sound of her breathing, the scent and taste of her. I might have held her that way forever if she had not pulled away first, and turned to look at me, her eyes burning into mine.

With that one gaze, I became painfully aware of just how tight my fundoshi felt against my front.

A soft moan escaped her as she closed the gap between our lips. The kiss did not break as she ducked away, turning to face me and pressing close. My nerves jumped at the feel of her warm, soft breasts against my front, and I watched her eyes as I felt her hands trail down. Her nails tickled over my stomach, and paused at the top of my fundoshi. Very slowly, she broke the kiss, and I felt the fire flickering between us grow as she smiled coyly.

Her fingers slid down, inside of my fundoshi. For just a moment, I could not breathe. It was all I could do, as my body registered the first female touch on my most intimate places, to keep my tensed muscles from causing me to grip her too hard. Bolts of pleasure race along my spine as she lightly stroked my length, and I leaned in to bury my face in her neck. All thoughts faded away as I pushed my hips forward into her gentle stroking motions.

I whimpered as she pulled away, not wanting her to stop. But the smile on her face as I pulled back to look at her again assured me that it would not be for long. I reached up and drew her close, leaning in for a kiss as her hands reached down to work my fundoshi off. Her wings wrapped around us, the tips lightly teasing and tickling my lower back. I felt the tips of the feathers travel down over my hips to my thighs, sending another shiver through my body.

Pulling away, she trailed kisses down my chest as her hands slowly slid my fundoshi down over my legs towards my feet. I felt a mild sense of relief as the constriction against my erection faded away. Petal-soft lips lightly brushed against my stomach, and as they moved to my hips, I gasped sharply.

She lingered there and let my fundoshi fall, gazing up at me lustfully as her soft hands caressed my hips and thighs. I could feel her gently pushing my legs apart and her soft, warm breath against my groin. Light kisses trailed along my inner thighs up towards my hips, so close that it was almost unbearable.

Her soft lips slowly worked their way across my belly, then downward until they finally made contact with the tip of my pulsing length. My breath caught in my throat as she continued, her hands caressing the backs of my thighs while her lips left no part of me untouched. I moaned softly as she nuzzled against the underside, her hands pushing my legs apart a little further as she pressed her face between them.

I reached down to caress her shoulders, watching as she kissed her way back towards the head. There, she began to lightly tease my heated skin with her tongue, tenderly bathing my twitching shaft with her warm, wet tongue. I tipped my head back and softly moaned her name, curling my fingers against her shoulders.

I stood there, my muscles tense with need as she caressed me mercilessly, her tongue winding wet, intricate trails all along my length. I groaned softly and felt my legs part a little wider of their own free will, wanting more of this sweet torment. Yet nothing could have prepared me for what Chimitsu was about to do next.

Slowly, she trailed her tongue along the underside back up towards the head, then abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes and gazed back down at her, wanting her to continue. She smiled serenely for one brief second before leaning forward and taking my erection into her mouth.

My eyes widened and I gasped sharply, gripping her shoulders a little tighter as her hot, wet mouth engulfed my rigid shaft. A soft groan escaped my lips as she began to gently suck and I found that I was barely able to stand on my own two feet as I watched her. One hand curled around the base of my shaft, stroking the part of me that wasn't yet in her mouth.

I could feel my heartbeat quicken and my breaths grow shallow, and I wondered how much more I could take.

Mercifully, Chimitsu released me a few moments later and slowly kissed her way back up towards my throat. Once she had come close enough, I leaned down and kissed her. I pulled her close, feeling her warm, soft breasts against my chest. The dull ache that had begun at my groin was spreading, a delicious tension beginning to fill my body as her hips pressed against my own, touching skin to skin.

Soft hairs brushed against my aching erection with a feather-soft touch, sending small electric sensations along my nerves wherever they touched. I moaned into the kiss, reaching down to scoop her up, stepping back towards the bed. I only paused for a moment to kick my fundoshi aside, not caring where it landed as I lowered her back down onto the bed.

I guided her onto her back, but stopped as I felt her hand firmly on my shoulder.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

"It's easier on my wings if I don't lay down."

I stared at her for just a moment. If she didn't lay down? Then how...? "All right," I answered her slowly, hiding my confusion as best I could.

She smiled, and I perched on the edge of the bed as she curled her legs up under her and sat on her knees in the center of the mattress. Hesitantly, I reached up, tracing my fingertips along her shoulders.

I paused as she reached up and curled her slender fingers around my wrists, and let her guide my hands down to her breasts. I sucked in a slow, shaky breath, my eyes fixated in complete fascination as I watched her guide my hands over the soft mounds of flesh in a kneading pattern. The fiery ache between my legs burned even hotter as her hands slipped away, leaving me to caress them of my own free will now.

Tentatively, I leaned down, dropping kisses upon her collarbone, gently squeezing her breasts in my hands. I could feel any hesitation I had left within me melting away as I moved down over her soft breasts to her nipples, kissing them lightly and flicking my tongue over them. The moan that escaped her was encouragement enough to continue, and I lingered there, kissing and gently suckling, caressing harder and harder the louder she moaned.

I felt her shift slightly as her head tipped back, and her fingers buried in my hair. Slowly, I slid my hands around from her breasts to her sides and under her wings, massaging between them gently, drawing another tortured moan from her throat. I picked up on it right away, and continued there, working my fingers gently over her wings as if to explore every inch of her.

"Ohgods... Minamoto-chan..."

I drew away from her breasts briefly, kissing her throat and chin before dropping back down. A sweet, drugging scent was beginning to fill the air, but it was different than her usual scent, the scent of a cool spring breeze. It was heavier, muskier, and it drove me absolutely wild. My heart raced faster, sweat beading on my skin as I continued to caress her, nuzzling her breasts now as I stroked between her wings.

Her moans grew louder and louder, her wings flaring out to their full wingspan, the tips twitching spasmodically. I watched in fascination as I pushed her further. In a way, I was curious to see what would happen when I finally pushed her TOO far. Her soft, downy skin felt warmer here, almost hot to the touch. I did not let it stop me. She was panting now, moaning and whimpering softly between her gasps of pleasure, and I knew I would not - I COULD not - stop unless she asked it of me.

She did not ask. Instead, her hands reached back and locked on to my wrists, gently and shakily pulling them back around to her front. Quiet gasps escaped her, tainted with moans that were saturated with pleasure. "Oh..."

I smiled faintly, fascinated by her reaction. "Are you all right?" I asked softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek gently.

"Yes, just..." She moaned softly. "You found a rather sensitive spot."

I could not quite help but to raise a brow at that. "Oh?"

She smiled. "My wings are very sensitive to touch," she explained. "Especially during sex. It's the quickest way to bring me off."

I flushed slightly at her words. I could guess what she had meant by that, even though I had never heard it put that way before. I glanced down at my hands, not certain what to do next, if I should continue or try to do something else to draw those sweet, sensual moans from her lips. Her wings seemed to have stopped twitching for the moment, although they were still quite flared out.

She smiled and chuckled quietly, leaning in to kiss me again. Her hands slid down over my chest, over my stomach, coming to a stop on my hips. I shuddered in anticipation. I did not want her to stop, nor did I know what to expect. My breaths grew more and more shallow the longer I waited, and I swallowed hard.

I found myself watching her, as she touched me: slow, gentle caresses over my shaft. Slowly, I reached up, unfastening the clip that held her hair behind her. It spilled down over her wings and down her back, and she reached one slender hand to take the silver ornament from me, teleporting it away.

As soon as the silver clip had disappeared, her fingers slipped into mine. I watched her eyes first, and then our hands as she guided me to the soft hair at the apex of her hips. She leaned in, and kissed me deeply, releasing my hand as she finally broke away. My fingers were moving on their own, lightly stroking the soft hairs for a moment before slipping down lower, toward the heat that was rising to meet me. Her hand slid away from my wrist, moving down to massage my thighs, sliding up over my hips and around to my rear, then back again.

My focus faded in and out, diziness swirling around me. Every nerve was reeling with the arousal that shot like lightning through my veins every time she touched me. My mind was fogged with pure desire for this angel before me. This angel I had now in my arms. This angel that was mine. A shaky moan rose from my throat as her hands lightly caressed my shaft, teasing lightly before moving further back to my balls.

I pressed my face into her neck, kissing warmly as she rolled and stroked them expertly. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on caressing her, to stay in control, only to find that it was virtually impossible. Slowly, bit by bit, I was losing the delicate control I held over myself and my emotions.

Drawing my fingers away from her warm slit, I gently pulled her hands away from me. I couldn't stand the pressure any longer. "Chimitsu-chan..."

"Please," she gasped. "Jack, please... I can't take much more..."

Gently, I took her hips in my hands, lifting her up into my lap as I shifted into a modified seiza position. I could feel the damp heat radiating from her slit as she lightly brushed against me. My muscles tensed in anticipation of what I instinctively knew was going to feel more incredible than anything I had ever felt before. I shivered as she settled down over me, the tip of my shaft pressing against her entrance as I leaned toward her for yet another fleeting kiss.

Her soft hands cupped my face and her eyes burned into mine as she slowly slid down onto me, burying me up to the hilt. Her hot, wet slit took me in completely, and I could not help the soft moan that came from my throat. I broke away from her intense stare and pulled her against me tightly, a louder, unbridled moan rising up from deep in my chest at the feeling of being encased in such silken warmth. She said nothing. Only the sound of her breathing, mingled with mine, resounded in the room.

I held her tightly around her waist, my face pressed against her neck until I was able to focus again. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined lovemaking would feel so good. The delicious tension rippled through my body as Chimitsu wrapped her legs around my hips, rocking slowly on my lap. I moaned softly and kissed along her shoulders and collarbone, feeling absolutely drunk on the primal desires that had taken control of my mind. She was so tight and she grew even tighter with each small thrust that I made, driving me to thrust faster and harder.

I had wanted to go slow, to savor the feeling of her slick tunnel around my shaft, but it was utterly impossible now. I could feel what little control I had slip away faster and faster now, coming closer and closer to losing it altogether with each time her sex tightened involuntarily around my shaft. It did not take me long to reach full speed, thrusting wildly up into her, her loud, lusty cries reaching my ears with each thrust.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, lips moving against mine in an unfocused, brief kiss. We were both panting now, and needed air. I could feel the sweat on both our bodies as my hands glided over her. My hair was plastered to my face and shoulders, my body heated. The same intense heat was radiating from her.

I pressed my face to her breasts, gasping and moaning as my hips worked frantically against hers. I felt lost in this feeling, and I wanted to be lost here forever, selfish as it was. Lost here with her... my gorgeous angel...

I reached up and caressed between her wings again, feeling her tip her head back and hearing her let out a long, loud moan of uninhibited pleasure. Her wings began to twitch again, only this time, I was not about to stop. I knew that she might try to stop me again, but I did not care. I wanted to hear more of her sensual cries of desire. This time, I wanted to push her over the edge.

She was unbelievably tight now, the pressure building until it had become torturously unbearable. Her hips slammed up against mine wildly, her legs tightening around my waist, drawing me even deeper into her slick tunnel. I knew that I would not last much longer- not with the speed at which we were climbin - but I was too lost in the deliciously intense feelings to care anymore.

"Mi...Minamoto-chan..." she gasped.

I ignored the warning, slamming into her, stroking her wings fervently, feeling the sensitive skin there grow hotter and hotter with her heightened arousal. Any second now, I was going to lose control. Any second, the pleasure was going to take me over, and I wanted her to feel it with me.

Sweat rolled down my back. It drenched my forehead and dampened my hair. I ignored it, unable to focus on anything but how good this moment felt. Our moans filled the air, growing louder and louder as the white hot fire raced through our veins, rushing up from where we were locked together. I could feel every breath she took, and every heartbeat. Suddenly I realized... this was what it felt like to be one.

I gasped and moaned, holding her tight, the searing pleasure consuming me entirely. Her sudden, shrill cry of pleasure cut through my thoughts and echoed inside of me. I felt her arch against me and for just a moment, I smiled, enjoying her pleasure as fully as she was. For a split second, she froze. Then her hips jerked, so violently that my hands lowered to hold her. Her hot, wet slit contracted hard, rhythmically around my length, and I felt my eyes roll back as a dizzying sensation suddenly washed over me.

I could feel her fingers digging tightly into my back. I could still hear her screams and moans. I could still smell that drugging scent. But it all seemed so very far away. Time had slowed down for a few seconds, and I felt my entire body tense as I let the pleasure come.

My eyes slid closed, and I held her as tightly as I could without hurting her as every nerve suddenly jumped. The tension released in a volatile explosion that took me with such force that all I could do was to toss my head back and let it take me over. I howled, unable to control the soul-shattering ecstasy that ran through me. Everything in my mind shut off and I let instinct take control. Hard spasms wracked my body as I thrust up into her, exploding inside her hot, silken tunnel.

I panted and growled softly as my body reacted. I was unable to stop what was happening even if I had wanted to. My muscles ached from the exertion, yet I continued to thrust desperately. I did not want it to end. I did not want to let the electricity racing through my veins stop. Every last inch of my body felt as if it was on fire. Vaguely, I felt the onset of stinging pain as Chimitsu-chan's nails raked down my back, leaving long scratches in their wake. But I didn't acknowledge it. I was enjoying this far too much to let anything interrupt it.

Even as the indescribable sensations began to fade, I did not stop pounding into her, her loud moans of pleasure only encouraging me to continue. As I kept on thrusting, I realized that she was getting tight again.

Now that I had shared that pleasure with her, I understood why she had cried out, why she had gripped me so tightly. And I wanted her to do it again. Now that I had felt that exquisite pleasure, I wanted to make her feel it all over again.

I leaned down, trailing light kisses along her collarbone while my hands caressed her soft hips. I listened to each and every moan as I made my way down to her breasts, sliding my hands under her shapely rear to lift her hips and pull her tighter against me. Her legs slid up, entwining around my waist as she arched up to greet my thrusts, moaning louder as she moved beneath me.

My hands caressed and squeezed her soft, shapely rear while I thrust harder and faster, drawing louder moans from her lips. I raised my head from her chest, wanting to gaze upon her face and see her expressions this time. Her cheeks were flushed with lust as she stared up at me, moaning my name while she tightened exquisitely around me.

I released her hips and slid my hands up along her sides to her breasts, stroking and caressing them as she had shown me. She bit her lower lip, holding my gaze with her own, refusing to let me go as I pounded her into the soft mattress. Her legs gripped my waist tighter, drawing me even deeper into her silken sheath as she writhed and moaned beneath me.

Slowly, I withdrew my hands away from her breasts to brace myself on the bed, thrusting harder, watching her carefully. She bit her lower lip as she slid her hands up along my arms almost to my elbows, stroking and caressing. She was so tight now that I knew she was close.

Suddenly, her body beneath me, tensing for one brief moment before that same tension was released. Her hands clawed at my forearms as she thrashed beneath me, leaving thin red scratches along my skin in their wake. Deep inside her, I could feel her silken passage contracting spasmodically around my shaft, coating my thrusting length in her hot, slippery fluids.

Finally, I could no longer keep it up. Finally, my thrusts began to slow. Finally, exhaustion began to set in. I could feel my body slowly winding down, my muscles relaxing until I could no longer remain upright. Slowly, I lowered Chimitsu down onto the pillows before slumping down on top of her, still thrusting weakly, tiredly. My body did not want to stop, even though I was well aware that I was spent.

Never in my life had I ever experienced anything so agonizingly exquisite before. I lay- still inside of her- and held her loosely as I shook with the last few fading spasms that wracked my body. She said nothing, and only the sound of her labored breathing reassured me that she was just as contented as I was. She reached up to brush a few strands of hair off my sweaty face, reveling in the blissful aftermath as she gently caressed between my shoulderblades.

I gave a shaky moan, nuzzling her breasts a bit as I drifted back to reality, still twitching slightly inside of her every few seconds or so. For a few moments, I could not move. Then, finally, I managed to find the strength to push myself up on my elbows and slowly pull out, rolling over onto my back beside her. I felt nothing but sheer contentment as she wrapped us in the blankets, snuggling close so that I could feel her bare breasts press against my side as I idly stroked her wings.

I stared up at the ceiling, still feeling a bit dizzy from the blissful aftermath of our lovemaking and shivered a bit as I felt Chimitsu's fingertip trail over my right shoulderblade.

"I never noticed this before."

"Hmm?" I turned my head to glance at her.

"Your tattoo of the Minamoto mon," she whispered, tracing the outline of it. "I didn't know that was there."

I chuckled and leaned up to lightly kiss her, trailing a fleeting caress over her collarbone and breasts. "I have had it for awhile. The monks tattooed it there at my request when I returned to my mother after my training had been completed."

"I see." She sounded so tired, so blissfully happy. I smiled, and let my eyes slide closed, allowing the same contentment to wash over me.

I felt her lips on my shoulder and reached up, slipping an arm around her. Her wings had folded against her back again, as usual. Now she lay with her head on my shoulder, her arm draped over my chest, fingers lightly tracing patterns upon my skin. I sighed softly.

"You're tired," she murmured softly.

"Mmm..."

She chuckled at the lack of words and leaned up, lightly kissing my chin. "Get some rest, Minamoto-chan. We have a lot to do in the morning and you need your sleep."

I sighed again, nuzzling her and sharing a few light, fleeting kisses before allowing my eyes to slip shut. My body relaxed, but my arms remained around her, holding her close to me. The last thing I felt as I drifted away was a single white wing wrapping itself over my chest, enveloping the two of us in a soothing warmth.
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