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Fevered Lust	By : TurtleNinja Category: +S through Z > Samurai Jack Views: 7333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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10-15-05: In compliance with the new requirement that all fics have a proper disclaimer, I'm just making a slight addition to these notes to add the necessary requirements. Story hasn't been changed, just my notes. :P - TN

Title: Fevered Lust
Author: TurtleNinja
Summary: There's more than one way to cure a cold...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/OC
Author's Notes: Well, while taking a break from WoS over on ff.net and inspired by the Aku Infection episode(inspiration comes from the oddest places, doesn't it? ;P), I came up with this smutlet. Be gentle...heh...first real Jack smut I've written, let alone posted.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. Jack, Aku, etc, not mine. Tomoe's the only one that's mine. Fic's just for naughty reading pleasure. I've got better means of making my money than selling dirty fanfiction. :P
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"Forgive me..."

My eyes slowly cracked open and a face slowly came into focus, leaning over me. But it was not that of Master Ning. Instead, it was that of a very beautiful woman, with dark hair and the brightest emerald eyes I had ever seen in my life.

Her elegant features were creased with worry as she reached up and pressed a cool, damp cloth against my sweaty face, cooling my fevered skin. I let my eyes slip closed for a second before reopening them to take in my surroundings. I was no longer in the sanctuary belonging to the monks, but a room that reminded me very much of one of the many interior rooms of my father's castle.

I was propped up against several thick pillows that leaned against a wood-paneled wall, sitting on a comfortable futon mattress. The blankets had been brought up to my ribcage, but I felt so warm that they were starting to become rather uncomfortable. Weakly, I tried to push them away, only to find that I hardly had the strength to even move.

A few oil lamps had been lit in the room, providing the only light and keeping the room relatively dim. The warm scent of incense tickled my nostrils and I turned towards it, seeing a few sticks burning in a tortoise-shaped burner. It was very tempting to let all this soothe me back to sleep, but I knew I could not, not when I could feel the Infection stirring within me.

I caught the sound of something rattling and splashing nearby and turned back towards her. Her back was turned and she had her hands in a porcelain bowl at her side, but I was able to get a good look at her without obviously staring. She appeared tiny, but not delicate, and wore a very long, white kimono as she knelt beside me.

Her hair ornaments jingled as she turned back to me with the cloth in her hands and I realized that the sound I had heard had been of ice and water in the bowl. For a few moments, all I could do was stare at her weakly, trying to breathe as she brought the cloth to my face again. I felt marginally better with the sensation of the cool cloth against my skin, even though the rest of my body was still drenched in sweat.

As she brought it down over my jaw and neck, I managed to find my voice.

"Who...are....you?"

The cloth left a cooling trail along my jaw before one slim hand reached up to brush a few strands of hair off my sweaty face.

"My name is Tomoe," she spoke softly, mopping at my face again. "I am the Goddess who watches over those who are gravely ill, like yourself. The monks brought you here with the hope that I could help you."

I lay there helplessly as she turned away again and lowered the cloth into the bowl. I could hear the ice cubes clatter against each other and the sides of the bowl and realized that she was trying to keep the fever at bay. She lifted the cloth, wrung it out, and turned back to me, pressing it to my forehead.

I let my eyes slide shut for a moment, relaxing beneath the cool touch of the cloth. It felt so good that I was almost content to lay there and just let her do her work, but the poison stirring in my veins reminded me that I could not rest for long.

"You...can help me...when...even the monks...could not?" I asked, startled at the weakness of my voice.

"Yes, and we must act quickly. The potion Master Ning threw in your face only neutralized the Infection long enough for his brothers to bring you to me," she explained. "It won't remain that way for very long and each consecutive dose will lose its potency until the Infection manages to gain complete immunity. Then, you may be beyond even my help."

She turned back to the bowl yet again and I struggled to push myself into a better sitting position. My body ached all over and I could feel my arms shake as I collapsed back against the pillows. I could feel the Infection stirring, becoming more alert, and I could feel its heaviness in my lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

I tried to swallow back the sickness I felt rising in my throat, but could not, finding it dry and scratchy. Each breath burned in my chest and I began to cough violently, gasping for air that felt thick and heavy. The painful stinging brought tears to my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath.

Tomoe turned around and I could feel her cool hands against my chest, immediately bringing a halt to my coughs. I lay back as she reached behind herself to pick up a porcelain cup that contained some sort of steaming hot liquid. She brought it to my lips and I reluctantly drank, finding that I barely had the strength for even the simplest of tasks.

Yet the moment the sweet, soothing liquid hit my tongue and slid down my throat, I felt a little better. The dry, scratchy feeling left me and my thoughts became just that much clearer.

"What if...the Infection...gains control...before then?" I asked, finding that my voice sounded a little better, if still too weak for my liking.

She simply smiled and brought the cup to my lips again so I could drink more of the sweet, healing fluid contained within.

"I doubt it will, but even if it could, you need not worry," she reassured me. "It has no power here within my holy temple and cannot force you to harm me or my home."

I relaxed slightly, relieved that it would not be able to harm her, yet even as the relief washed over me, I felt myself growing angry. The Infection was still dormant, but awakening quickly and I knew that I would not be able to keep control over myself for long. The cool cloth and soothing, sweet drink were clearing my fever-hazed mind, but it only made me that much more aware of the Infection's presence.

She could heal me, but I knew that it would not be by the cool cloth or the drink alone, or even by letting me rest. If they were capable of healing me, I would not be tasting the poison of the Infection or feel it stirring within me. The drink and cool, soothing cloth were only to make me more comfortable and bring me back to my senses from the unconsciousness induced by the fever and the potion.

I watched as she set the cup aside on a low table that was even with the futon I lay upon and turned back to retrieve the cloth again. I closed my eyes for a moment to gather my thoughts and only opened them when I felt the cool cloth against my cheeks, jaw, and neck. I could only wonder how she planned to heal me when I did not see any indication of medicine nearby.

"How...can you...heal me?" I asked between heavy breaths. "What...must be done...before the Infection...regains control?"

She paused and brushed a few stray strands of hair back off my face, a faint smile upon her lips. She did not answer right away and proceeded to press the cloth against my forehead. I could feel the Infection growing stronger, biding its time like a caged tiger waiting to lunge in for the kill in hopes of taking control the moment it knew what she could do to destroy it.

It wanted to destroy her before she had a chance to cure me.

I waited patiently, feeling my emotions waver from anxious to furious, unable to find the strength to do anything but wait. She ran the cool cloth over my cheeks and around my neck again before turning back to drop it in the bowl. Her smile had faded as she turned back to me, her features calm and serene.

"I can neutralize the Infection and keep it at bay for a little while, but for it to be gone for good..."

She sighed softly and sat there, her hands folded gracefully in her lap.

"You must make love to me."

I froze and swallowed hard as my brain tried to comprehend what I had just heard. This was the last thing I expected. I had expected medicines, herbs, anything but this. I stared at her, gazing upon her serene features as I tried to find the words to describe my shock at her suggestion, a suggestion no woman from my own time would have made.

She was stunningly beautiful and I had longed to feel the touch of a woman upon my bare skin. I remembered all those nights during my training in Greece when I had lain awake thinking of one of the beautiful priestesses in the temple of Aphrodite. I remembered wanting to touch her, wanting her to touch me, and she had haunted me like a siren for many years afterward.

But, looking at Tomoe now, I knew that it had always been a mere dream. I had never allowed myself to indulge in such a fantasy in any form but in my mind for even one moment. I could never take a woman until my quest had been completed. It would have been selfish of me to enjoy such a luxury while the rest of this world suffered.

As I sat there, I got the feeling that the demon within was laughing at me. I could sense its thoughts as it lusted after her, more completely than my desires had ever taken me in all of my years. It wanted to ravage her in ways I never would have, to take control of my body so I would be forced to watch through its eyes as it played out its cruel fantasies. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed back the foul taste of poison, trying hard not to be sick.

What's the matter, Samurai? Afraid you won't be able to satisfy her?

I growled inwardly at the taunting voice, surprised that it was awake and speaking. I was determined to force it back. The demon's words were just that, words, and they meant nothing. He did not know what I could and could not do, even if he was inside my mind and soul.

"Get...back," I snarled. "You...know....nothing..."

I was rewarded with a laugh and a surge of evil through my veins. My control slipped for a moment and I could feel the fever return, even as Tomoe brought the cool cloth to my face again. I watched helplessly as the Infection reached up and swatted her hand away before I managed to force it back, trying to keep control of my body.

Damnit all! This was sheer madness! I could feel the lust burning in my veins as control slipped further and further away from me. I could not give into these desires, not even for one second, or the demon would win for sure.

I know nothing? How can you be so sure when you can't even call yourself a man?

More control slipped away and I could feel my mind fill with lustful thoughts of Tomoe lying on her back, naked, beckoning me to her. The more I struggled, the more the Infection taunted me, enjoying the discomfort I felt at the images it projected into my mind. I could not let it win. I had to fight it and the lust that flooded through my veins.

I could not give in to the thoughts of throwing her down and ravaging her until I had taken my fill of her. I had to remain pure of mind and heart or everything I had fought for all this time would have been for nothing. The moment I lost my purity, I would lose the blessings that had enabled me to wield the katana my father had given me.

Just give me what we both want. C'mon...it won't hurt you...

But that was wrong. It would hurt me, and I knew it. The harder I fought, the more my control slipped away. I could feel my resolve fading rapidly, my mind being taken over. The part of me still willing and able to fight was slowly being consumed by the foreign part of me that wanted little more than to throw this bitch down and fuck her as hard as as I could.

I watched in horror as the Infection took over my mind, projecting thoughts that were not my own. The potion was wearing off. It would be a matter of seconds before the Infection took control...

"Stop it! I will not let you harm her!" I cried, not realizing I was speaking out loud.

For a moment, the Infection did not answer me. It was there, I could feel its evil in my veins, but it seemed to be contemplating something. Surely, my words could not have persuaded it when it had seemed so hellbent on forcing me to ravage the beautiful Tomoe.

And how do you plan to stop me, Samurai?

No, it was still there, undeterred. And now it was my turn to hesitate in answering. I did not know how I could stop the Infection from spreading until it had consumed me completely, but if there was a way, I would do it. I would sooner take my life hand my body over to a demon. I would not be responsible for such unforgivable things as he had planned.

I could feel Tomoe's soft, cool hands cup my face and bring my focus back to her, taking it away from the Infection. A second later, I felt her warm lips upon my own, kissing me tenderly. I could not move, nor could I speak, the feeling beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

I felt warm all over, but not feverish. It was actually rather pleasant and for a moment, I felt as if I could simply melt through the floor. I could feel my body relaxing and somehow, my strength seemed to return as well, if only a little.

The Infection seemed to have retreated and indeed, I could no longer feel it spreading through my soul. It was as if this simple little kiss alone could destroy this evil fever that had consumed my body. The air smelled a little fresher and my thoughts felt just a bit clearer, as if the Infection's hold over me was weakening.

Slowly, Tomoe pulled away and I stared up at her, gazing into her eyes with mild shock.

"Tomoe...what did you do?" I asked.

She did not answer and kissed me again, sliding her soft hands down to my shoulders. Unable to think about anything but what was happening, I reluctantly gave in and followed her lead. I did not have the strength to push her away, nor did I really want to, and I simply let her kiss me.

Her soft, sweet lips moved against my own and I followed suit, moving my own against hers. Instinctively, I slid my arms up around her waist, even though my aching muscles protested even the slightest movement. I drew her closer and slid my fingertips against her lower back, feeling the ache in my arms slowly melt away.

All this time, I could feel the Infection start to weaken and reverse its course within my veins. No longer did it taunt me and no longer did I taste its foul, evil poison on my tongue. Instead, I could taste Tomoe's lips against my own, sending a deliciously warm, dizzying sensation through my nerves.

Slowly, she pulled back and I reluctantly released her, finding that I was just a little bit short of breath. It felt good, but scary as well. I had never felt anything like this before and to feel even a little bit out of control of my emotions was a bit frightening.

"Tomoe..."

She reached up and lightly pressed her fingertips against my lips, hushing me.

"I am suppressing the Infection, but like the potion, it will only last for a short while. My healing powers can only erradicate a sickness of this magnitude only if you will make love to me," she explained.

I gazed up at her, seeing her eyes pleading with me to agree. She was not saying this out of her own lust, but out of genuine concern for my safety. Could it be that this was the only way I could be cured of this illness for good?

Her cool hand pressed to the side of my face and I leaned into it involuntarily.

"I would need to touch you everywhere," she breathed, her thumb tracing over my lips. "To be one with you. To get into your soul, where the Infection resides."

Now that the haze of fever had cleared from my mind somewhat, I realized that the lust I had been feeling was not entirely that of the Infection. While it certainly did want to ravage her in all sorts of distasteful ways, there was another set of desires within me. I wanted her, not in the foul and corrupt ways that it did, but perhaps just as badly.

I wanted to please her, to touch her, to feel all those things I had forever denied myself. Those thoughts lingered in my mind long after its voice had faded into nothingness. No, it was not the demon's lust that I felt coursing through my veins right now. It was my own.

But I could not give in.

"No...I...I cannot," I told her, trying to push her away.

She pulled back and gently took my hand in hers, lightly squeezing it as the confusion crept into her eyes. She did not understand and I knew that she could not possibly understand unless I told her. She only wanted to heal, while I had a greater task at hand, one that could not be compromised for anything. Even if I must die.

"You...can't? Why not?"

I pushed myself up and reached over, lightly caressing her face with my fingertips. Her skin was cool to the touch, and I remembered the fever. The feel of her was so inviting, so perfect...and I did feel better, but no. There just had to be another way for me to recover from this.

"Because I must remain pure of heart and mind and soul," I told her. "If I give into my own desires, I will lose that and if I lose that purity, I will no longer be able to wield the sword my father gave me."

She sat still, staring at me with a strange look on her face before simply smiling and reaching out to caress my jaw. I did not understand her reaction and wondered if she fully understood why I had refused. She lifted my hand up and lightly kissed the fingertips before letting it go, gazing back at me.

"I can assure you that if you make love to me, you will not lose your purity or the ability to wield that sword," she told me. "Making love is the most natural, pure thing anyone could ever do in their lives. As long as your intentions are good, you will never lose your purity."

I did not know what to say to that, always having rejected anything that could distract me from my quest. I had always thought that allowing myself to experience the company of a woman, even for just one night, would cause my thoughts to stray from what I had to do and in forgetting what I had trained twenty years for, I knew I would lose the right to the sword I always carried at my side. Now, Tomoe was telling me that it was all right and I would remain pure, even if I gave into my natural desires?

I could not believe that, not quite yet.

"I am sorry...but...I cannot allow myself to become distracted from my quest in this time," I told her softly. "If I do, I will forget why I am here, what I must do, and...Aku will win."

Tomoe smiled slightly and I was almost certain I heard the faintest of chuckles from her. I could not understand what she found so amusing about my words when I was completely serious about what I meant. I could not and would not allow myself to be distracted until Aku had been destroyed and I had returned to my home time.

"You have a mother, don't you?" she asked softly.

I paused for a moment, taken aback by her question.

"Of course. I would not be here if I did not."

"Then you are pure. If your father remained pure enough to wield that sword after you were conceived, then you will not lose your purity by making love to me."

I opened my mouth to speak, to again push her away, but the words never had a chance to leave my lips. She leaned in and kissed me again, her hands reaching up to cup my face in her palms. Her soft lips captured my own and drowned me in that warm, dizzying sensation that made me want to melt right into her arms.

I reached up and took her wrists in my hands, wanting to pull her hands away, but instead I only held her palms against me. I could not stop. Each heady kiss pushed the Infection that much further back and I could feel strength I had never known before seeping into my body. Instead of pushing her away, I slid my hands down along her arms to her slender shoulders and down to her lower back, drawing her closer.

Her hands slid down from my face and over my shoulders as she kissed me. They came to a stop upon my chest, massaging lightly as she pulled away for a brief second. Then she returned to kiss me yet again.

I could feel the Infection weakening within my veins as she kissed me harder, her lips parting slightly with the softest of moans. Experimentally, I parted my own lips against hers, uncertain if this was a good idea or not. As I did this, I was shocked to feel her tongue slide past my lips and brush against my own.

A part of me knew that I should have been offended at this gesture, but I could not help but be excited by it. This sort of intimacy had been strictly taboo in my home time and to know that I could get away with it here without punishment sent my pulse racing. It was wrong, but yet felt so very right that I could not fight it.

I forced back my hesitation and parried my tongue against hers, letting the sensation melt the dull ache in my muscles away. I could feel it all slipping away, melting into nothingness the longer we kissed. The aches, the pains, the nauseating feeling of poison coursing through my bloodstream, everything.

Slowly, she broke away to allow us both to catch our breaths and trailed fleeting kisses along my chin and jaw. I could feel her hands running lightly up and down along my ribs, sending an involuntary shudder through my body. I gently pulled her hands away and reached up to cup her chin, kissing her hungrily again.

I lost track of her hands in that moment as I allowed myself to be drowned in the taste and scent of her. She was as sweet as the drink she had given me and this time, it was my turn to seek her tongue out. She parried it wildly, moaning into the kiss, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear something stiff and heavy hitting the polished wood floor. I paid it no heed as I lost myself in her, feeling the Infection melt away by the second.

The air smelled spicy and I could taste Tomoe as she kissed me, finding that she really did taste as sweet as the drink she had given me and I had not been imagining that. The aches in my muscles and joints were gone and I no longer felt overcome with the fever that had consumed me. In short, I felt well again, even though she had done nothing except kiss me. I truly felt as if she had healed me completely.

This could not be true, of course. She had said it was only temporary and I could feel a very faint presence within me that was the Infection. It was so weak that I could not be certain that it was even really there. But I knew it had to be, if only because she had said so.

Again, I heard the sound of something heavy hitting the wood floor, but I thought nothing of it. I focused on the warm, deep kisses and the sensation of Tomoe's cool hands against my chest. It felt good, even though I was no longer consumed by fever, and I did not want to pull away.

She eventually broke the kiss, forcing us both apart so we could catch our breath. I sighed contentedly and lay back against the pillows with my eyes closed, relishing just how good I felt. I could hear Tomoe's kimono rustling as she moved about and I slowly opened my eyes, expecting her to bring the cup of soothing drink to my lips again.

As my gaze fell upon her, I was stunned to find that she had not been reaching for the drink at all. I swallowed hard and felt my cheeks burn as I saw her sitting there on her knees beside me, completely naked. I did not want to think about it, much less admit it, but suddenly, I found myself filled with desire and lust, wanting little more than to pull her close and take her as she had asked.

Instead, I fought it and looked away, certain that my face was a brilliant shade of red.

"Tomoe-san, please..." I begged her, not certain whether I was asking her to redress or come closer.

She did not speak and simply moved nearer to me. I quickly realized that this was not what I had been asking, as it made me distinctly uncomfortable. I shifted a little, trying to ignore the surge of heat welling up between my legs. If she noticed, she did not call attention to it, even as she gently pushed the blankets away to reveal that I was as naked as her.

I shivered as the cooler air hit my bare skin, wanting to pull away, but found that a part of me deep inside wanted to stay. Torn between what I wanted to do and what I knew I should do, I stayed frozen in place, long enough so that Tomoe moved in again and kissed me warmly. I did not resist, knowing that not only would it be useless to try, but that I honestly did not want to.

Her hands slid up along my sides to my chest and suddenly, I found that I could no longer think straight, let alone resist her. I slid my arms around her and pulled her close as I sought out her tongue, moaning softly as I felt her soft breasts press against my chest. Her arms slid around my neck and I could feel her fingers bury themselves in my hair as her tongue wrestled with mine.

I let my hands wander over her back, pulling her tightly against my chest as we kissed. She did not resist and only kissed me harder, sending another hot surge of lust through my veins. I groaned softly and felt a warm shudder ripple across my skin as the heat continued to build between my legs.

Finally, she pulled away and I slowly released her, gazing up into her cool emerald eyes. She smiled to me and lightly caressed my face, her fingertips lightly trailing along my jaw. I swallowed hard and allowed my gaze to drift lower to her breasts, feeling my heart pound harder in my chest.

I wanted to touch them, but hesitated, not certain if I should or if she would even want me to. She answered my question before I could think about it further, reaching down to take my hands in hers and guide them to her chest. I could feel my hands tremble as my fingers came in contact with soft skin, trailing along the soft curves and around to her nipples.

My eyes slid closed as she guided my hands in slow, circular patterns, spiraling around until my fingertips brushed her nipples. I forced my eyes to open and vainly attempted to swallow back the lump in my throat as I watched them slowly harden beneath my fingertips. Slowly, she released me, and I found myself continuing without her guidance, not wanting to pull away.

I could feel her eyes upon me, watching me as I continued. I followed what she had shown me and spiraled in and out in slow, gentle caresses, taking a little extra time to tease her nipples. I rolled them slowly beneath my fingertips before cupping and gently squeezing them. I was rewarded with a soft moan.

She reached up and slowly pulled my hands away, guiding them aside to the mattress. I tore my gaze away from her breasts and looked up at her face, wondering why she wanted me to stop. She smiled, the desire clear on her face and in her eyes.

"Tomoe..." I began, wondering why she wanted me to stop when I was just starting to get the hang of this.

She quickly hushed me with a quick kiss.

"Shh. Just trust me..."

I allowed myself to relax and lay back. She smiled again before leaning down, trailing kisses along my collarbone and down along my sternum to my stomach. I tensed slightly as she made her way down my stomach, her tongue lightly circling my belly button before continuing her way on down towards my hips.

She shifted slightly, moving further down towards the foot of the bed until her head was level with my hips. I had only a second to think about what she might be considering before I felt her soft lips lightly kissing my shaft. I drew in a sharp breath and tensed as I curled my fingers around the sheets, swallowing hard as I felt her gently push my thighs apart to give her more room.

I was too lost in what she was doing to protest as she moved lower towards my base and kissed more firmly, her breath lightly tickling against my inner thighs. Her tongue flicked out and trailed along my length from base to tip, quickly bringing me to full erection. I moaned softly and felt a warm shudder ripple along my skin, transfixed by the sight of her head slowly moving up and down in my lap.

I knew that I should not have been looking, but I could not help myself. Just watching her was a delicious thrill all its own.

She seemed content to caress me with her tongue as I reached down, brushing her hair back so I could watch her more intently. I could feel my pulse pounding in my veins as my blood pooled in my groin beneath her warm, gentle caresses. I lay there and let the dizzying sensations wash over me as I watched her, completely at her mercy.

But it was not enough.

As much as I would have liked to lay there and let her work while I watched, I realized that I wanted more than that. Instinct was awakening, guiding me, and I allowed it. I reached down and gently pulled her up beside me, wanting to kiss and touch her, no matter how good her light kisses had felt. I did not give her a chance to question me and leaned in to kiss her again, sliding my hands up from her sides back to her breasts.

She moaned softly into the kiss as I gently cupped and squeezed them, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. For a moment, she did not move, frozen in place with her hands upon my thighs. After a few seconds, however, she seemed to recover from her shock and I could feel one hand slide up over my hips to my lower back.

I shivered at the light touch as the other reached up to take ahold of one of my wrists, pulling my hand away and guiding it downwards. She guided my hand over her hip and down along her thigh towards her knee, pausing for a moment before sliding it back up along the inside of her thigh towards her heated center. I broke the kiss with a gasp, my hands shaking in their caresses as I realized where she was guiding me.

My shaft twitched for the briefest of seconds as she pressed my fingers against her wet sex. I groaned softly as she spread her legs further and gently pushed two of my fingers between her slick petals while pressing my thumb against her mound. I stroked her slowly as her hand slipped away from my wrist, letting me touch her without her guidance.

Her hand made its way to my knee and up along my thigh, lightly massaging while the other trailed idle patterns along my back. I groaned softly as her warm fingers made their way to my inner thigh and brushed agonizingly close to my shaft, sending a tense shudder through my very center. It was clear that she was purposely avoiding my deliciously throbbing length, even though that was where I craved her expert touch the most.

The feeling was far more electric than I could have ever imagined.

I stroked my fingers back and forth inside of her, probing gently in search of places that would draw moans from her soft lips. She ground against my hand as my thumb massaged in circles against her mound, her walls squeezing my fingers as they stroked in and out. Sweat trickled down my back as I continued the caresses, finding it harder and harder to focus on anything but the electric pleasure rippling along my nerves.

Her caresses seemed more random now, her one hand having left my back to join the other at my thighs and hips. I could feel the slight contractions of her walls come more frequently around my fingers with each inward stroke and felt her warm breath come heavier in my ear. For that matter, my own breaths were shallower and harder to control as I stroked her faster and faster.

She squirmed against me, pressing closer as her hands slid up over my stomach to my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my skin. I shivered at the light, fleeting sensation before leaning down to trail kisses along her collarbone. She tipped her head back and I kissed her throat, sucking lightly at the hollow as I felt the faint vibration of the low moan that escaped her lips.

I leaned down, trailing my tongue down over her collarbone until I reached the tops of her breasts. Pausing for only a moment to inhale the soft, warm scent of her skin, I kissed along the curve of her breast until I came to her nipple. I nuzzled it lightly before flicking my tongue against it experimentally.

She inhaled sharply and I swirled my tongue around it while my other hand caressed its mate. Her hands slid up over my shoulders and to my back, pulling me in closer in an attempt to press my head against her breasts. One slid up along my neck to bury its fingers in my hair, curling until her nails scraped slightly against my scalp.

Her hips were grinding rapidly against my fingers by the time I drew her breast into my mouth, sucking lightly as my tongue swirled around the nipple again. I could hear her breathing heavily as I switched to its mate, nuzzling and licking against her skin. I could taste the faint salt of sweat against my tongue as I pulled back for a second to catch my breath, noting the flush of color that had spread from her face down towards her breasts.

I could feel the sweat trickling down my temple as I nuzzled the underside of her breasts, trailing my fingertips down over her ribs. I stopped at her hip as my other hand stroked her rapidly, drawing soft, little moans from her lips as I forced myself to slow down. She whimpered impatiently as I massaged her soft mound harder, pressing firmly, then lightly as I slowed the pace of my strokes.

Her hands slid from my head and back, allowing me to pull away from her breasts and gaze up into her lust-clouded eyes. The other hand reached down and gently pulled my fingers from her sex, drawing my hand away to the side, though she did not let go. I did not try to pull away, too overcome with my own lust to think about anything other than how much I needed her in that moment.

She drew my fingers up towards her lips and into her mouth, sucking lightly as her other hand massaged the inside of my elbow. I could only sit there and stare in shock as she held my gaze, watching my expression intently. I could feel her tongue swirling around my fingertips and snaking between my fingers, licking away the warm juices that had coated them.

I swallowed hard and allowed my eyes to slip closed for the briefest of seconds, not certain that I could take much more of this.

Slowly, she pulled my fingers away from her mouth and I wasted no time in leaning in, kissing her hard. My shaft was insanely hard by now and I groaned softly as I tasted her warm essense upon her tongue. Her free hand slipped from my forearm and slid around my back up to my shoulderblades, holding firmly as I drew her close.

I could feel her heat against my hip and her breasts against my side as I held her there, parrying my tongue against hers. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I reluctantly pulled away to kiss at the inside of her wrist, hearing her soft breaths panting in my ear. I sucked lightly before letting her go, desperately needing her now.

She did not resist as I took ahold of her hips and pulled her into my lap, positioning her over my erection. I could feel the moist heat radiating from her center, teasing my aching shaft with what I knew awaited me. She straddled me and shifted her weight on her knees, just barely brushing the tip of my shaft against her awaiting slit.

I groaned softly and gazed up at her, silently praying that she would not tease me, for I knew that I would not be able to stand it.

Mercifully, she slowly pressed down, encasing my entire length within her silken heat. I gripped her hips tighter and moaned loudly, completely unprepared for the pleasure I was now feeling. She held that position for a moment and I swallowed hard, feeling my nerves ignite as I struggled to keep myself from letting go right then and there.

Her hands slid up from my elbows to my shoulders, holding on lightly as she began to rock in my lap. I gasped and leaned back against the pillows as she rolled her hips against me, sliding up and down along my length. I closed my eyes and let her drown me with her soft, sensual moans until I was able to focus again.

As good as the delicious pressure felt, it was not enough. I grasped her hips firmly and began to guide her motions in my lap, slowing the grinding of her hips against my own until I found a rhythm that drew out the sensations we were both craving. Tomoe moaned softly and I opened my eyes again, gazing up at her until I could no longer stand it.

I tore away from her intense gaze as she shifted slightly and I could feel her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me even further into her warm, wet depths. Her moans reached my ears, growing louder and louder as she leaned forward, sliding her arms around my neck until she was kissing me deeply. I growled softly and thrust my tongue past her lips, mimicking the movements my shaft was making within her walls.

She broke away a few seconds later, panting softly as I increased the speed of her hips against my own. I could feel her contract around me tighter and tighter with each delicious thrust, encouraging me to grind against her in small circles. Sweat trickled down my face and back as I thrust frantically up into her, moaning louder and louder as I felt her clamp down on my shaft involuntarily.

I wanted to be lost in this feeling forever, not about to stop as long as I could keep going.

The louder she moaned, the more I wanted to hear and I pounded into her until the pressure was almost unbearable. I knew we were close to exploding, so agonizingly close, and yet I felt as if we were still so far away. I had abandoned my carefully measured guidance of her hips and let my desire guide us both, rocking her faster and faster on my lap as the pressure continued to build.

She was unbelievably tight by now and I slid my hands up around her lower back, gasping and moaning heavily as I slowly let my instincts take control. Her loud, unashamed cries only fueled my lust as no woman from my native time would have ever dared to be so loud in bed. The thought only excited me further and I could feel the delicate control I still held over myself begin to slip away.

Without any warning at all, I heard her draw in a sharp breath and felt her freeze before she trembled slightly in my arms. A second later, that tension was released and I could feel her contracting rhythmically around my shaft. I lost myself in the sound of her moans and the dizzying sensations that rippled up from where we were locked together.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt every muscle in my body tense for one agonizingly exquisite moment that I desperately struggled to hold onto before it was released in a mind-shattering explosion that shot through my entire body. I thrust into her uncontrollably as I lost all control, arching forwards until I was almost sitting up with my hands at her lower back, supporting her as she arched backwards against me. Her head was tipped back in ecstacy and her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she rocked against me as hard as she could.

Hard spasms wracked my body as I exploded deep inside that hot, silken tunnel, panting and moaning as I pounded into her with everything I had. Every nerve was electrified as I thrust desperately, wanting to draw this out as long as I could. My muscles ached from the exertion, but I refused to stop until I realized that I had nothing left to give her.

I slumped back against the pillow at long last, panting heavily as I realized just how exhausted I was. Tomoe collapsed against my chest with her head against my shoulder, sighing softly as I reached up to lightly stroke her hair as it spilled down over her shoulders and back. I was not as well as I had previously thought, but I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my chest and I knew that the Infection was gone as she had said it would be.

I leaned my chin against the top of her head as I held her there, content to simply lay there until I had caught my breath. Neither of us spoke as I tiredly drew the blankets back up around us both, wanting little more than to sleep now. Tomoe did not protest the movement and only shifted slightly as she withdrew herself from my lap to lay at my side.

A soft moan escaped my lips as her still-spasming womb released me, but I was too tired to do anything about it. I simply drew her close and guided her head to my shoulder, letting her drape her arm across my chest as my eyes slowly slid shut. Within moments, I could feel myself drifting off, finally able to relax with the knowledge that the Infection would never return and that all it had taken to be rid of it was Tomoe's warm, loving touch.
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