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Sara paces back and forth across her temporary bedroom at the Kujou Encampment. It's actually the only room in this tiny makeshift wooden building - usually an inconvenience, but right now she's glad to be alone. The action of walking distracts her from the ache of arousal emanating from every inch of her skin.
It's just her luck that she just happened to stumble upon a group of whopperflowers during patrol earlier that day. Usually, such an occurrence would be no problem, but it is currently spring.
And the effects of inhaling whopperflower pollen during the spring are... not something to be trifled with.
She can feel the growing tightness between her legs, and her inner thighs are starting to feel sensitive. Her mouth is salivating more than usual, and she swallows. She needs to distract herself.
Sara systematically goes to all three of the windows in the room. She pushes them further towards the closed position - they're already closed, but she likes pushing them extra just to make sure - and checks the latches one by one to ensure they're locked. When she finishes checking all three windows, she checks two of them an extra time; it feels odd to not do things in fives. She draws all of the curtains into place.
When she's done checking the windows, suddenly all that's left for her to do is pace again. She knows that pacing is no longer enough of a distraction, so she goes towards the front door and knocks on it.
A voice from outside - her second-in-command Izumi, bless him for standing guard - calls through the door. "What is it, General?"
"Is everything still okay outside?"
"If there was something amiss, I would have told you already." Izumi lowers his voice, "But I think everyone else is starting to figure out what's up."
Great, so now Sara's entire unit knows that she's under the influence of whopperflower pollen.
Izumi continues, "You know, if you really want the side effects to go away, there are about a dozen men out here that would probably say yes if you asked."
"Not you, though."
"I'm a special case. But the rest of them? I can't think of a single one of them - er, except Amano too, actually, he has a girlfriend back home - who would say no to the chance to fuck their General."
"You're being vulgar."
"Whopperflower pollen is a vulgar topic, to be fair."
As if on cue, Sara suddenly feels a wave of heat course through her body from the pollen. She distracts herself by studying the material of the door in front of her. Solid wood, but the unevenness between the planks shows that the door was assembled in a rush.
Izumi says, "Seriously though, that option might help you. I know you're determined to wait it out, but I don't think such a high dosage can be completely 'waited out.'"
Sara can feel the tightness growing again, and she knows that Izumi is probably correct in his assessment. "If it comes to it, I'll take care of it myself."
"Valid option."
"I'm going to go back to waiting for the side effects to pass."
"Let me know if you need anything."
Sara goes back to pacing the room. Her skin is aching, longing for any sort of contact. The friction of her clothes brushing her body feels amplified, and she can feel the still air of the room against her skin as she walks. She's too aware of where the hardening nibs of her breasts press against her bra.
She grips her upper arm to relieve some of the ache there, but all it does is make her even more hyper aware of herself. The sensation of her own warm hand is too much. With a hiss, she slowly removes her hand from her arm, resisting the urge to rub her thumb against it.
Maybe she really is going to need to take care of this somehow.
The muffled sound of distant talking distracts her, and Sara stops pacing, hoping to focus on the sound instead. Maybe someone just got back from patrol. The voices sound like they're getting closer, and then suddenly fall silent.
Izumi's voice is loud enough to hear clearly through the door. "Hey! The General isn't taking visitors right now! She's currently preoccupied."
A voice says, just as loudly, "Preoccupied with what?"
It takes Sara a moment to place the voice, but then she feels a sinking feeling. Itto.
The tightness gets impossibly tighter, and Sara can feel her heartbeat throbbing between her legs, almost painfully. Her breaths start coming faster.
Fuck. Why is this feeling getting worse because of Itto, of all people?
Izumi says, "I'm not authorized to tell you that."
"Huh. Then I'll ask her myself."
There's the sound of shoes dragging across dirt, like they're having a short scuffle. After a pause, Itto knocks on the door. "Kujou Tengu! I come all the way out here for a rematch, but you're just hiding in your room. What gives?"
So much for Izumi keeping guard. Sara wets her dry lips with her tongue. "It's not something you need to know about." There's a waver in her voice, too obvious for Itto not to catch.
Itto's tone turns more serious. "Hey, are you injured or sick or something? If something is seriously going on, I can help."
Itto has no idea what he's implying by offering to help her. The very idea of it has Sara pressing her thighs together to relieve them.
After a second, she catches herself and forces her legs to stop pressing against each other, but then another wave of heat runs through her body and her knees buckle. She barely manages to stumble back and sit on the edge of the nearby mattress before she completely falls.
Itto knocks again. "If you don't tell me everything's fine, I'm going to come in there."
Izumi says, "Leave the premises at once. No one is allowed to disturb the General."
Now, Sara can simply say that she's fine, and Itto will go away. But the thought of him coming in through that door and offering to help her with her 'problem' turns her brain to mush. She feels a wave of longing for him, and the warmth of her body calls out to him so urgently that sending him away isn't an option.
Her heart is fluttering in her throat, and she swallows thickly. After a tense moment of indecision, she says, "You can come in."
Izumi's going to make fun of her later, but right now she just doesn't give a damn.
The door handle audibly catches on the lock. Sara is about to get up and unlock it, but then there's a loud sound of metal breaking as Itto forces the handle to turn and the lock breaks under the force. The door slowly creaks open, and Itto steps in before gently closing the door behind him. Sara hopes that the lockless door will stay closed properly.
Itto turns to face her, and Sara can't think. She leans forward to make the distance between them smaller.
"... Kujou?"
Sara almost whines at the sound of Itto's voice so close, but she cuts it off, and it becomes a strangled noise in the back of her throat.
Itto takes a couple steps closer. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Itto reaches out an arm, as if to touch her shoulder. Sara's muscles tense in anticipation of the touch, but it never comes; Itto's hand hangs in the air, like he's unsure what to do.
This time, a faint whine escapes Sara's lips. Breathless, she says, "Whopperflower pollen."
"Pollen? What does that have to do with..." Itto scans her up and down, and Sara realizes how much of a mess she must look right now. Sitting on the very edge of the mattress, fiercely gripping the blanket, staring at him with wandering eyes, breathing heavily.
Itto's eyes widen and he lowers his arm. "Oh." The few seconds he doesn't say anything are an eternity, and Sara grips the blankets harder so she doesn't pounce on him. "Why did you invite me here?"
Does he really need to make her spell it out? "Help me."
Sara can see Itto's chest quickly rising and falling. Under his breath he says, "Oh, fuck, I-"
Sara wonders whether he's excited at the prospect, or if he's panicking about having to let her down.
Itto clears his throat and speaks louder. "Are you sure? I may be the Oni Sumo King, but I don't want to take advantage..." Sara catches a sort of giddy lilt to his voice, the kind that rises from a pleasant squeeze of the chest, rising in the throat, and coming out as a slight edge in the voice.
Normally, Sara would roll her eyes at Itto's silly, self-proclaimed title, but all she can focus on is the fact that he isn't saying no - the fact that she can hear how much he wants this despite no real prompting. The ache in Sara's skin is getting too much to bear. She swallows hard, and then says, "Please."
It's almost like a switch flips in Itto, suddenly confident when he realizes how much she wants him. He walks forward until he's standing right in front of her. He leans down, and caresses her cheek with a hand. The aching in Sara's cheek gets worse, but it's a good ache - oh archons, it's a good ache - and she sighs blissfully. It's almost pathetic how easily she responds to his touch.
Itto presses his forehead to hers, and she can feel the ridges of his horns underneath his hair. "Let me take care of you, then."
All Sara can manage is a nod.
Itto leans in and kisses her; his lips feel rough when they move against hers. Even though Sara's lips are tingling and her body is crying out for more, the kiss feels strangely intimate, and for a moment while their mouths are connected, she believes that he might love her.
The moment is broken when Itto shoves his tongue into her mouth and she moves her own to meet it. His tender tongue moves pleasantly against hers in circles, over and over. The feeling and the rhythm consume her. Itto's tongue brushes the roof of her mouth - a sudden break in the rhythm - and her palate sings with unexpected pleasure. Sara groans, the sound muffled because of their joined lips.
Itto pulls away, and Sara suppresses the urge to make another noise. Itto grins. "You like that, huh?"
Sara takes in a breath through her open mouth to say yes, she does, but then she stays silent. Even though the state she's in is already so pathetic, admitting to Itto out loud how much she likes it feels like setting aside the last of her pride.
She's saved from answering when Itto uses a hand under her chin to tilt her head back and peppers her jawline with kisses. Instead of words, only heavy breaths escape her lips. His lips move lower; when he gets to the part of her neck where the collar of her shirt begins, she feels his teeth graze her neck and feels the cold air of the room on her skin. She realizes that he's pulling down the collar of her shirt with his teeth, exposing her warm neck to the cold air.
She feels Itto's mouth on her neck, warming her up again with his tongue.
The sensation reminds her just how desperate she is for his hands on her body. She's suddenly clenching between her legs, and her hips buck up a little. Her layers of clothes are suffocating - an irritating barrier between them. "Get them off." She hates how desperate she sounds.
Itto pulls back from her neck to look her in the eyes. "Oh? Get what off?" He traces a thumb across the underside of her breast. She closes her eyes to focus on the feeling.
Itto says, "Kujou, hey. Look at me."
Sara opens her eyes. The moment she manages to look into Itto's eyes, his thumb moves to her nipple, swirling in circles over the fabric of her undershirt and bra.
"What is it you wanted off?"
Sara can't focus, and it takes several long moments for her to take her attention away from the sensations long enough to say something. "The shirt-" Her breath hitches. "The... clothes, everything."
His lips are suddenly on hers again and she feels him sliding her overclothes down her arms. Her shoulders and chest feel the chill of the room. Itto breaks the kiss and leans against the bed with his knees, bracing himself around her legs. He takes her mask from her head - surprisingly gently - and puts it to the side, and does the same with her gloves. He unbuckles her necklace, and her neck suddenly feels so exposed.
Itto is taking his time, but all Sara can think about is the longing pooling in her stomach, the ache in her body, and the muscles of her legs and buttocks clenching and unclenching in anticipation. She says, "If you don't hurry up, I'll-" she means to end her sentence with something harsh, like I'll explode , but she feels a wave of longing roil through her limbs. "I... I need..."
Itto unties the rope around her waist and discards it behind him. With the stretchy undershirt no longer secured, he easily takes it and lifts it over her arms and head. He nudges her shoulders back, towards the bed, and Sara eagerly follows. They adjust themselves so Sara's laying lengthwise and Itto is sitting by her hips. Itto grips the waistband of her skirt, shorts, and underwear, and slides them all off in a single, slow motion. Sara groans at the sensation of her entire lower region being exposed to the air. Absently, she knows that Itto is taking her shoes and socks off, but she's too focused on the fact that he's still fully clothed and she's so exposed to him to truly take notice.
Itto kneels on the end of the mattress and places both hands on her thighs. He slowly eases her open - she's not sure she can handle how exposed she is to him - and his fingers brush closer and closer to her opening in different strokes. Soon, he's tracing the creases at the top of her thighs, and Sara twitches in anticipation. He leans down, bringing his face close enough that she can feel his breaths on her labia, and she's pretty sure she stops breathing. Archons, is he really going to-
"This is okay, right?" Itto asks, but he's smiling smugly at her. He already knows how much she desires it, but he wants to hear her say it.
" Yes, Itto, I swear-"
The realization that she just called Itto by name doesn't hit until his mouth is on her, and she feels his hot, wet tongue lick a stripe up towards her clit. Sara moans, and Itto circles her clit with his tongue.
Everything in Sara's mind is white-hot, and she distantly knows that she's whining. It's both too much and not enough; she almost feels overstimulated, but she still wants more-
She feels cold as Itto takes his mouth from her, and she groans. The sudden loss of contact has her desperate. "Please, I-" Itto climbs so he's hovering above her and kisses the parts of her breast that are exposed at the top of her bra.
She can feel the ache of half-formed tears in her eyes. It's overwhelming - the tightness of her clit, the loss of contact with Itto's tongue combined with the sudden pleasurable feeling on her breasts, Itto hovering above her, Sara feeling so exposed beneath him.
The bra is the only thing she's wearing, and Itto reaches under her back and unclasps it. He slides it down her arms, and she's completely naked under him, her body clenching and charged, desperate for his touch.
He kisses her lips and takes a nipple in his fingers, rolling it back and forth. The noises Sara makes are muffled by his mouth. But he soon replaces his fingers with his lips, and he's no longer muffling her gasps.
The fact that his mouth on her nipple is all she can feel is such pleasurable agony; it feels so good, but the pollen is heightening all of her senses, and she can clearly feel how the rest of her body is so unattended to. Her body is aching, skin radiating heat and longing. "Itto, please, I-" Itto silences her with his mouth, not even letting her beg. His tongue swirls against hers, and all she can think about is the idea of that same tongue between her legs. She waits for him to break the kiss but it keeps going; he's barely touching her other than their joined lips, but she's thoroughly pinned to the bed.
Finally, Itto breaks the kiss. He says, "Hm? What was that?" His tone is smug; he knows exactly what he's doing.
"I need more, I just- please..." Itto is suddenly kissing her everywhere - the dip of her neck, her breasts, her stomach - and his fingers work tirelessly, rubbing her nipples and smoothing across the planes of her body. But all it does is turn her on even more, and she needs relief. She needs more, but she's not sure her pride can take any more begging. "Hurry."
Itto's kisses trail further down, to her thighs. Between kisses, he says, "Hurry? I'm planning to fully enjoy this." He pecks a kiss at the top of her sex, just above her clit, and holds still there, unmoving. Sara's breath hitches, and she holds it in anticipation.
Itto's tongue flicks onto her clit. Her legs tense up, and she's sighing and panting through her open mouth. Then, Itto works his tongue over her slowly, taking care to get into each fold of her.
Sara groans. Finally, it's what she's been waiting for, after what feels like forever. She focuses on the sensations of his tongue, on his hands that are tracing the curves of her hips and ass. All too quickly, she starts feeling like he's going too slow. She whines - a request.
Itto's eyes stare at her meaningfully, like he understands her request, and then he keeps moving at that same, persistent, infuriating rhythm.
Sara knows the pattern by now. He wants her to ask for it. Beg for it.
"More. Faster."
Sara thinks she'll need to say more than that, but then Itto is moving his tongue faster, staring into her eyes all the while. Archons, he's so focused on her, and he can taste her and see her and hear her moans, all in perfect clarity, while her own senses are clouded by the fog of sex.
He plunges his tongue into her vagina, earning a strangled, deep groan from her throat. He's alternating, now, moving his attention from her clit and folds to inside of her, and back again. Sara can finally feel the start of an orgasm coiling, in the tensing of her muscles and the tightness of her clit.
"Keep- ah... keep going like that."
To Sara's dismay, Itto stops so he can speak. "Why? How does it make you feel?"
As Sara feels her body yearning for a release that never came, she realizes that this is the part where Itto turns it into a contest of wills.
He wants her to throw away her pride.
Sara likes to think she'd normally rise to the challenge, but right now, she's trying desperately not to whine at her failed orgasm.
She closes her eyes. "It... feels good."
She can hear Itto's sharp breath in surprise; he must not have expected her to be so willing. "Does it?"
Itto punctuates his sentence with another lick to her core. Sara groans. "Y-yes."
"Remember, eyes on me."
And Sara hates how easily she takes his commands, but she opens her eyes and stares into his.
The corner of Itto's mouth curves up for a moment, and Sara thinks that she might be seeing some hidden giddiness under his confident act. Itto says, "Good. Tell me more about how you feel, Sara." Her name on his lips sets something off inside her, and she feels more aroused before he even turns his attention back to her sex. He starts kissing and licking her, already ramping up in speed.
"It feels so good, and..." Sara trails off, her words giving way to soft whines.
But then Itto stops again, and Sara realizes he wants her to keep talking.
She needs more. "And your tongue feels so good against me." Itto starts moving again. "I- ah... I like when you're paying attention to my, ah..." it's so vulgar, but, "my clit."
Sara is rewarded when Itto moves his attention to her clit, circling with his tongue. He sucks on it for a brief moment, and Sara's hips buck up. She whines; she's suddenly so close to orgasm again.
"I want..."
"What do you want?"
"I want to come on your tongue, and..." Sara doesn't let the pause last too long, in case Itto might stop again to reply to her. "I want you. Archons, I want you so-"
Itto's suddenly moving his tongue faster, rapidly licking and swirling her clit, and alternating the sucking in-between. Sara lets out another moan, probably the loudest so far, but she doesn't care. She's so, so close, and her thighs are tensing so hard, the orgasm building in her core.
It's so close but it's not there yet. With every movement of Itto's tongue, she feels more and more disbelief. He's been going for so long without her prompting. She knows she's whining, but she doesn't care; she just hopes that Itto will bring her all the way to orgasm this time. She can feel the edge coming, and she feels like she's about to come-
Itto takes his mouth off of her, and he presses kisses all around her stomach and thighs. Sara's brain doesn't catch up until a moment later, and she's suddenly hit with the painful throbbing of her neglected clit. She's so desperate. "Itto, please, I can't take it anymore."
Sara suddenly feels a sharp ache on her inner thigh and she groans. Itto's leaving a mark on her with his mouth, and she's certain he's claiming her.
Itto turns his attention back to her vagina before the pain fades from her leg, and oh archons, it somehow even feels even better than before.
Without thinking, Sara grasps the horns on Itto's head. Don't stop, don't stop. She's so sensitive and throbbing, and she whines with every hot trail of pleasure Itto traces with his tongue.
She can't think anymore. All she can think about is Itto, and how her body is responding so readily to him, and how she can feel the edge of the orgasm, and how it feels so good, and-
She moans as she comes, her vagina and clit pulsing in powerful waves and her abdomen clenching almost painfully. When she thinks the orgasm is about to end, she's hit by another wave of hot lightning, and it registers in the back of her mind that she's never orgasmed so long before.
Finally, her orgasm settles. Itto is still licking her to bring her through, but now it only feels overstimulating. She weakly pushes Itto's face away.
Itto sits up and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. Sara stares at the ceiling, cooling down from the sex.
After only a minute or two, Itto says, "I think we need to come up with a new title for me, hm? You're a mess right now."
Sara is suddenly hit by the embarrassment from all of her begging. "It was the pollen."
"And me.”
"You... helped."
Itto chuckles. "Helped, my ass."
The sound of his laugh is so pleasant in her ears, and she's already winding up again. It seems that the whopperflower pollen is still wreaking havoc on her.
That's what she'd like to believe, anyways, but she feels so giddy hearing Itto's chuckle that it's hard to convince herself it's only sexual attraction.
Itto says, "I was expecting a comeback to that one. Losing your touch, Kujou Tengu?"
"You wish."
Sara likes the sound of him calling her by that silly nickname, but it's not enough.
She hasn't forgotten how she felt when he called her Sara, and she gets a strong urge to tear that name from his lips.
Sara slowly eases herself up from the bed - she can feel the tiredness in her muscles after coming so hard earlier - and straddles Itto, hands on his shoulders and thumbs brushing the sides of his neck.
Itto's eyes go wide for a moment, and then he regains his confidence. "Oh, I see now. Honestly, Kujou, I say a lot of things about you, but I'll never fault your endurance."
Itto's still acting like he's hot shit. "Shut it." Sara presses her lips against his and immediately shoves her tongue in his mouth. She can feel him trying to take charge, but she doesn't let him, forcefully setting their rhythm herself.
The whopperflower pollen is still affecting her, but her initial release returned some of her senses. She's still longing for contact - longing to come - but she's no longer so desperate that she feels the need to give into Itto's every whim. She rolls her hips against his, and she can feel his clothed, hard cock brush against her bare sex. Itto grunts - already a small victory.
She traces the muscles in his arms with her fingertips. She runs her hands over the bare sides of his exposed torso, feeling the defined muscles at the edges of his abdomen. With one hand, she hooks her fingers into the dark strap that rests on his hip bones.
She breaks the kiss, and traces the edges of the strap with her fingers while she looks at him. "I'm saving this for last."
Itto stares at her, eyes wide. Good. "Y-yeah."
Sara quickly gets to work undressing him, starting with his coat because she's still sitting on his lap. She unties his obi surprisingly adeptly, considering the state she's in.
She slides the sleeves of his coat off his shoulders and down his arms. The long fabric of his coat is trapped because he's sitting on it, but Sara yanks the coat out from under him and tosses it away.
She makes quick work of everything else; she takes off his gloves and his undershirt, and then she stands up for just long enough to undo the belt on his pants and drag them off him along with his shoes. After she takes his undergarment off and tosses it away, she's left with a pleasant sight.
Itto is naked, except for the black straps that he always wears under his clothes. There are two straps criss-crossing his pectorals, two more circling his biceps, and the strap that was above his belt lining his hips is still in place. There are two more straps on his thighs.
But the thing that really completes the picture is the collar that's still around his neck, with his Vision still hanging on the front.
And she can clearly see how hard his dick is.
Sara thinks that he's undressed enough just like this.
Itto smirks. "Like what you see, Kujou?"
"Not a chance."
Sara climbs onto his legs, but not his lap, and takes his cock in her hand. Since she's not sitting on his lap anymore, his face feels so far away, and she grabs his collar with her other hand to bring him closer.
She can see his lips parting, about to open that dumb mouth of his again, so she seals her lips over his to silence him. She works her hand over his cock. She ramps up in speed, but she makes sure to keep it slow enough to be frustrating.
Itto's hands wander over her body, tracing her shoulders, her breasts, her sides, and eventually tracing the curves of her ass. His fingers leave her skin tingling in their wake.
Now that Sara knows that Itto isn't going anywhere, she releases his collar in favor of picking at the straps on his body, one by one. She pulls each strap up, enough so Itto will feel the pressure of it stretching, and then lets go so the strap audibly snaps back onto his skin.
With each snap, Itto's groaning louder into Sara's mouth, and Sara speeds up the hand working over his cock. Itto moves his thumb straight to her clit and rubs it, and Sara jolts from the unexpected pleasure. His other hand squeezes her ass, and Sara makes a startled noise.
She's been so focused on him that she'd almost forgotten about the pollen coursing through her body, and how in need of attention she really is. In what feels like no time at all, her ass is tingling and she's throbbing between her legs, and she's rutting against Itto's hand.
Sara pumps his cock faster; she refuses to get turned on again by him so quickly. As she works, she can feel when his thumb on her starts to slow because he's too distracted by his arousal.
The absence of his thumb on her clit is painfully noted with a throbbing ache, but she ignores it in favor of arousing Itto more.
He starts jutting his hips into her, to get his cock faster into her hand. Sara keeps moving her hand, the snapping of his straps forgotten in favor of tugging on his collar again.
But then Itto starts moaning and his thrusts are getting wilder, and Sara sees that he's too close to coming for her liking. She needs him to suffer like she did, with the first round of pollen.
All at once, Sara removes her hands from him and gets off of him. She steps off of the bed, and Itto groans. He says, "Hey, c'mon."
"Get up." Sara has an idea; she wants him to be as vulnerable to her as she was to him.
Itto must be more desperate that he's letting on, because he silently stands from the bed. He stares at her with a hazy, aroused gaze. She can hear his open-mouthed breathing. "Okay. Now what?"
Sara presses her mouth to his sternum. She trails open-mouthed kisses down his body, down that defined chest and stomach of his, over his waist and hips, and eventually kneels down in front of him to kiss his thighs.
She brings her face so it's level with his cock, and she realizes that she made a terrible mistake. The way she spreads her legs to kneel stretches out her already-swollen and throbbing clit. She stifles a moan.
How did she ever think this was a good idea, when she was trying to dominate him and make him say her name? She had thought that pleasuring him with her mouth would give her the edge over him just like it had given the edge over her, but it suddenly doesn't feel like that's the case.
Her legs are aching, and she feels helpless before him. It's humiliating, but it also makes her feel pleasure, both in her brain and in her aching, delected body.
His cock looks so large up close - intimidating. She takes the tip of it in her mouth, and she can hear Itto breathing heavily. Slowly, she takes more of him inside her mouth, sliding her lips across him, rising up on her knees until she's afraid she's going to gag. She holds him there, and she can feel him throbbing against her tongue. There's still an inch of him that she can't fit inside her mouth.
There's a part of her that still thinks that this is the position of power she wanted, but a bigger part of her realizes that she's the one kneeling on the floor, clit throbbing without being touched, while Itto is standing above her.
Sara moves her lips back down his erection, and lowers back down on her knees to aid the motion. It stretches out her clit again, and she moans onto Itto's cock - something that feels so pathetic considering Itto isn't even actively touching her.
And oh god, it feels so good, and Sara drags her mouth over his cock again, and back down again. She starts moving faster, fucking Itto with her mouth and fucking herself with nothing. Itto puts his hands lightly on where the back of her head joins her neck, and she moans again.
Soon, she takes in his whole cock without fully realizing it, and she's not gagging on his length. She goes even faster, losing herself in the feeling of him in her mouth, the sound of his breathing, the smell of him, the pressure building between her legs with every movement.
She can feel her clit tightening, threatening to fall off the edge again. But then she stops moving, because no way in hell is she going to come solely because she's enjoying sucking on Itto's cock.
Before the feeling passes, though, Itto says, "Did I say you could stop?"
For a moment, she's frozen. Itto definitely realizes that Sara isn't in the position of power she fancied herself to be in.
And then she's moving again, because she can't bring herself to refute him, and she's feeling too many pleasant things to want to stop. She starts moving her mouth on his cock again, and she feels the orgasm building inside her.
She tastes his precum on her tongue, and the substance makes her mouth even more slick on the skin of his cock. Sara gets tighter between her legs, and she moans.
She works her mouth over his cock even faster, stretching out her clit faster in turn. The orgasm builds scarily fast, and she knows she's about to come.
Much too soon, her knees grip the floor with force and she comes, clenching on air while Itto's cock is still in her mouth. For a moment, she's flying, and all she can feel is pleasure.
She's suddenly brought back to earth, aware again of the pressure of her knees against the wooden floor. Itto's cock is still hard in her mouth, slick with saliva. Sara realizes that, while she came on almost nothing, Itto isn't even close to coming, even as she sucks on him.
Her face heats with humiliation. She resolves herself that she's finally going to make him come before she does again.
Without warning, she takes her lips off Itto's cock , and Itto makes a noise somewhere between a hiss and a groan.
This orgasm didn't hit as hard as the last one, so Sara is able to stand up and push Itto back onto the mattress. Maybe he's still too distracted from her mouth being on him moments before, because he eases onto his back with only gentle pushing.
Sara crawls over him, finally feeling like she's in control. She places a knee just past his thigh and pins his leg down with her shin, her other leg straddling his side. She puts one hand next to his face for balance and uses the other to trace the lines of his chest with a single finger.
Itto says, "Hah... You think you're in charge now, Kujou? Nothing you do will intimidate me."
Sara feels a spark of irritation, both at the fact that he seems unflustered and the fact that he's still calling her Kujou, and not the name she really wants to hear from his lips.
Instead of answering in words, Sara materializes her wings and unfurls them, stretching them out to the greatest span she can muster. She stops tracing her finger over him and instead pushes her palm onto his chest, gradually adding more force, slowly putting more weight on him. She wants him to know exactly who is in charge here.
At first, she almost feels embarrassed by such a silly, knee-jerk response, but then Itto's staring at her with something like awe. And arousal. "Kujou, you're-" Itto's voice breaks into a soft moan, which she feels rumbling in his chest through her hand. "Ah... you're stunning."
Sara doesn't know exactly what the sight of her wings triggered in Itto's head, but she loves the feeling of control it gives her over him, and she can feel her arousal rising along with his.
Itto says, "Tengu-" Sara rolls her hips against his, making him groan. Itto's breaths are audible. "I really need you to fuck me right now."
Sara doesn't waste any time. She guides him into her entrance with her fingertips. She slowly sinks onto him; she anticipates some initial discomfort, but she's so slick with arousal that he slides easily against her walls - an unexpected burst of pleasure.
She's sure that she's wet enough to slide onto him right away, but she takes her time. Itto closes his eyes and groans, and he starts breathing heavily. Sara finally feels like she's getting payback from earlier, now that Itto's the one who can't think and she gets to watch him squirm.
When he's halfway in her, she pauses. She says, "Remember, Itto? Eyes on me." She takes a bit too much pleasure at turning his own words back on him.
He rips his eyes open. "Oh, fuck- ah-" He's cut off when Sara slides fully onto him. She adjusts herself so she's pinning his thighs with her legs, and then she starts slowly moving up and down on his cock.
The way she's pinning his legs makes the angle awkward, and his cock isn't hitting the sensitive spot inside her, but Itto becomes more undone with every roll of Sara's hips.
Itto moans every time she plunges onto him. "Your pace is so..." Another moan. "Excruciatingly slow." Another.
Sara feels his hips try to push into her, but she has him pinned well enough that his movement doesn't result in him getting any further inside of her. He paws at her, ghosting over her breasts with his hands and brushing her wings with his fingertips. "I need more of you."
Sara rolls her hips once more, and Itto moans the next word. "Sara."
It's the sound of her name that she had been craving, but this time the sound is filled with desperation, longing that wasn't nearly as present the first time he said it.
The victory lights a fire in her, and she starts moving faster, with less restraint. Itto's still trying to buck into her, but her legs brace her at the exact height she wants over him, and he still doesn't have control.
Sara does her best to keep a steady rhythm, but the friction of him moving against her walls is building pleasure inside of her. The pleasure urges her to take more of him, to thrust her hips even faster.
Soon, she's moving too wildly, and one of her legs loses purchase over Itto's. Itto successfully thrusts up into her, and the angle is even more pleasurable than before, and she gasps. They keep moving their hips, drawing out different noises from each other with every movement.
Sara's coming close to orgasm, and she can tell Itto is too; their rhythm is getting sloppy, and she can feel how desperate he is with each thrust into her. Itto's wild thrusts hit a sensitive spot inside of her, and she moans, almost coming right then.
He must notice her reaction, because then he keeps hitting that spot in her at the same angle, and she's not sure she can hold it together much longer.
"Sara, oh gods, I'm getting close. You're so goddamn beautiful-" Itto cuts himself off with a groan.
Sara knows what Itto likes by now; he likes hearing her voice, and he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's on the brink of an orgasm herself, but all she can think about is how much she wants to make him come. "Itto- ah, it makes me feel good when you're inside me."
Itto moans. "More."
Sara clenches around him, aroused by the sudden stress to pick the right words for him. She's not very good at this, but she wants to bring him to the edge so badly. "I want to make you come. I want to- ah... hear your voice, hear the sounds you make. I want you to come inside me," Sara's own words bring her close, and she moans, "because I want to feel you, I want to feel you so badly-"
Sara can feel the buildup in her core; the orgasm is coming, and she can't feel anything else as she tightens on his cock. She's teetering on the edge, not able to hold out for more than a few more seconds.
Itto moans, and Sara feels his cock throbbing, shooting hot liquid into her, and that's when she finally comes. She's clenching on him and she can feel him even better inside of her. It's pure, urgent bliss, and for a moment she can't move - only feeling the pulsing in every part of her being. The world stops spinning, and the only thing that matters is the sensation that she's feeling. But then she comes down from her orgasm, and she and Itto stare at each other, panting with faint breaths.
Sara can feel a pleasant ache in her chest. She almost panics, because it's the sign of the familiar, uncomfortable feelings she's so used to having when she sees him, but they're so amplified by their intimate position. But then she thinks that he may be looking at her with the same sort of longing, and she calms down.
But perhaps Itto is only feeling those things because of the pleasurable high of sex, so Sara pushes the feelings away. She wants to break eye contact in a way that isn't awkward, so she eases herself down until she's laying completely on top of him, head on his chest. She doesn't bother removing him from inside of her. She lets her wings collapse around them, covering them both like a blanket.
Itto lightly puts an arm around her, in the horizontal slit between her wings, and absently strokes the feathers where her wings join her back.
For a moment, it's peaceful. But then of course that annoying oni breaks the quiet with his voice. "So... that was fun."
"Not even a minute and you're already disturbing the silence."
Itto laughs, and Sara can feel the way it makes his chest move. "I'm just stating how it is. It was fun, wasn't it?"
Sara presses her forehead to his chest and doesn't say a word.
"Not even a minute and you're already back to being shy! And earlier I thought you were finally learning to speak your mind."
"Oh, shut it." Sara can feel the next tease coming, so she adds, "That was admittedly... enjoyable."
"So, all that pollen is out of your system then?"
Honestly, Sara isn't sure. She hopes that she won't become aroused again laying like this. "I'm not sure. I hope so."
"Tired you out?"
"I swear, you have a thing for putting words in my mouth," Sara says. "But... yes, I am tired."
"Well, as the Oni Sumo King, Trainer of the Mightiest Onikabuto in the Land, my energy never runs out."
Sara's exasperation shows clearly in her voice. "Oh my god."
"And! If you're still feeling the effects of that pollen, I'll take care of it for you by myself like the first time. You won't even need to move!"
Itto says it so carelessly, but Sara's face is burning at the thought of him so casually bringing her to orgasm again with his mouth.
She's sure that the pollen is out now, judging by the way that she doesn't feel any debilitating physical arousal, but she almost wishes it wasn't.
"Just... be quiet for a few minutes, will you?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know you like your silence."
"...not always." More often than she would like to admit, she enjoys when the silence is filled with his voice.
Sara must be even more tired out than she thought, because she succumbs to sleep and doesn't hear his reply.
The next morning isn't as awkward as she fears, and they both quickly dress so they can start their days.
When Itto leaves, he calls out to her, "It was a good duel, Kujou Tengu! I'll be back again for the next one!" He's so confident, like he thinks it's such a good coverup for what they were doing the night before.
But it's really not a good coverup at all, and Sara has no idea how she's going to recover her reputation with her soldiers now.
Izumi walks to where she's standing in her open door. "Did he really just say that he wants a round two?"
"Was what we were doing that obvious?"
"Oh yeah, definitely. The walls on these makeshift huts aren't exactly... soundproof. And um, it wouldn't be hard to guess even if they were."
"That's..." embarrassing . "Not ideal."
"On the bright side, I think almost everyone in this camp is jealous of Arataki Itto."
"Do you consider that a bright side? Additionally, I believe you mean 'envious.'"
Izumi ignores her. "Though, on the other hand, I'm more jealous - er, envious - of you, in all honesty."
Sara sighs. All of their conversations are probably going to be like this for the next few days. "I'm going to go take stock of our supplies."
Izumi's smart; he knows when to drop it. "Yes, General. Later, I can give you the report from the night watch."
Sara briskly nods. "Sounds good." She shuts her door, so she can put herself together better before going to take inventory.
While she's fixing her hair in the small mirror, she wonders if Itto really was asking for a round two.
Best not to think about it.