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"Good day."
Like a musical backdrop, I could tune my ears to the faint cascade of a distant waterfall, bridging the distance between the mountain's peak and base. Closer, the singing of birds, an alto seranade that permeated the woods, calling upon its many denizens to join. A breeze, slow as the flow of honey, rippled through the pinhole openings in the brush, jostling the greenery like the muted ringing of bells, and the opera of nature was whole.
None of these were as remotely angelic as Kasen's voice.
I turned to her, over my shoulder, up in one of the many trees of the grove. She stood as straight and disciplined as the branch she was perched upon but for a moment. In the next she stepped down, crossing the distance of some thirty feet as if it was a single step, and leaving every leaf and blade of grass untouched in her wake.
I nodded, adjusting the empty basket I bore on my back. "Hello, Miss Ibaraki."
"Fishing again?"
"Mhm."
"Then let me join you."
"Of course."
She took stride next to me as I continued on my way. saying nothing for a long few minutes. She didn't need to; this much was typical when we were together. The mountain was a dangerous place for a villager to travel alone, she said, and took it upon herself to protect me while I did my business, laying nets in the streams or cages in the brush, picking berries or collecting fireword.
I never asked for her protection, but it wasn't unwelcome. Even now, months after we first met, I couldn't help but steal glances in her direction, marvelling at the lonesome hermit. How tall she was! I was just shy to see over her shoulder, through that small window, framed in pink by her short, neat hair and the crimson-gold fabric of the shoulders of her tabard.
'Exotic' seemed a word made just for her. From the print of her strange clothes, the hair buns that hung delicately on either side of her tourmaline pink hair, the untouchable composure with which she carried herself...Kasen seemed as fair as a foreign flower, inconceivable to sheltered minds, and I considered myself fortunate to be so close to her.
She, in turn, glanced at me, and in a nervous panic I dropped my gaze, suddenly interested in the trees behind her, or the varieties of mosses and grasses that grew underfoot. Kasen laughed something deep, something soft, like sweet pastries, and took me by the shoulder with an arm clad entirely in bandages.
Kasen was astute—one had to be to live more than an hour outside the walls—and noticed my discomfort. For all her powers of perception, though, she had never realized what caused it to begin with. "Oh. Did I hurt you?"
"Oh, uh, no, sorry. My shoulders are just a bit stiff."
"Mm."
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Near the mouth of a stream, youthful but lively, one that flowed a small drop over a shape of glass-smooth boulders, I had laid fish traps some nights before. To see them bearing fruit was reason to celebrate, and indeed, there was a haul of a half-dozen well-sized fish, patiently waiting to be taken back, smoked and cured.
Kasen was already looming over my shoulder. She rested her elbows on them, looking directly over my head at the meager school of fish that swam idly in the pool. "Ah. That's a good haul."
From the back of my head and the nape of my neck, I suddenly felt an unbearable heat, to couple with the ephemeral firmness of her chest. Even as I flinched, I could feel them jostle ever so slightly, and in a mere instant I had seen and felt everything in the world and still made the wrong decision.
In a situation like this, I wasn't sure who was supposed to apologize first. Half a breath through my own, Kasen had already found hers. "My apologies. I forgot about your shoulders."
And she was much better at it, too. I scratched my head, tried to shake the building fluster out of my skin. "Oh, no, don't worry about it. It's not too bad, you just scared me is all..."
Yet even as I spoke she continued to lean over me, and I trailed off as she touched my shoulders again, in a gentle caress from behind. Through the fabric at first she squeezed the musculature, shifting the grip of thumb and finger along the length, feeling the tension of labour fester within them.
"But they're something stiff," she noted, her breath and voice sending dangerous ripples of heat down the length of my back. "And you're squirming just from a touch! Hold still."
Thumb and finger turned to all five digits. At the base of the neck, with a firm grip like wringing a towel, she began to stroke, and rub, and squeeze, all the while her gentle, rhythmic breasts crashed against the nape of my neck, broken only by the swimming of her hands up its surface. For each pass of her thumbs, tracing the path of my spine down my back, I would flinch, or shiver, or sigh, and found myself clenching desperately at the fabric of my tunic as if I were about to be taken by the current.
"All from hauling your livelihood back home? You're a diligent young man, you know."
Between my clenched teeth and twisted tongue, I didn't offer a reply. Whenever Kasen's thumbs found a new groove to explore, I would twist, not just for the stiffness being forced from my body but for everything that closed in after it, the warm featherlike feeling that she poured in with her grip. Rich, like honey and milk, and so, so unbearably sweet and refined.
I was practically leaning over my breaking point, grasping at whatever straws I could to keep my composure, not daring to let slip anything more than an exasperated sigh from my pursed lips. But just as the burden grew too great, a touch from sending me over the edge, Kasen stopped.
"Oh?"
There was no hiding a humiliating stiffness that emerged from within my trousers, a disruptive mound that forced every valley and ridge of the fabric's creases to the side. The mountain, at its very tip, was darkened with a drop of moisture.
I froze, embarrassed, and wished for death.
But Kasen did not move.
But I would not dare to say anything first.
Kasen's hands released me, and even behind me I could feel her pinch her chin. "Oh."
Then, sure enough, they descended upon me again, her chest now pressed against my back, her arms slung over my shoulders in a loose embrace. "I've done a terrible thing, haven't I?"
There was a quality to her voice I'd never heard before, like an errant key in a song. Something hungry.
"No," I eked, and trailed off as if there was something else I could possibly say.
And as I struggled to find more words, her hands dropped, forced low enough to touch the hem of my trousers. With a flick, they came undone, and my humiliation was made manifest. I'd barely a mind to notice Kasen was undressing me until the cool air and mist touched my bare legs, jolting me back to some semblance of lucidity, and only enough to mumble, "What?"
A shuffle later and, with her arms now under mine, she leaned back and pulled me snugly into her lap. Absent-mindedly, her bandaged arm traced a line over the bones of my hips, then lazy curves towarss my bare erection, circling it with a finger slowly, a countless single time, then up the length, stopping only at its tip. Her finger grazed the very top, tickling a droplet of dew that had emerged, which vanished into the fabric of her dextrous hand.
"At the very least, let me take responsibility."
"Wait," I begged, and felt her cock her head behind me. "This isn't right."
"Isn't it? I've poisoned your mind something awful."
'Poisoned' was not my word of choice, but nevertheless. "I can...um, y'know...deal with it. Myself."
Never had I thought it possible to feel someone's frown bore into the back of my head. "That's the problem," she insisted. "It's not healthy."
"Well, I have to...make do."
Still, she seemed disappointed. "You've though about me while doing it, haven't you?"
I choked.
Kasen leaned over my shoulder, and met my eyes with a sidelong glance, though I found it hard to meet them in turn. "I've been clingy, haven't I? Too physical, without realizing.
"So let me shoulder your burden. Do not suffer the sin of spiritual suicide."
One finger became five, each tickling the contour of my erection, moving down and bringing the palm of her hand to the tip. Whatever she bandaged her arm with was finer than even silk, and the rapturous blankness of her grip stayed my tongue and stifled my further protests. For the first time, I moaned something soft and meek, and in turn, Kasen smiled.
It was not one to last, though, for Kasen took my face in her other hand and kissed me. Were there a taste to a garden, it was hers, like rosebud teas and the aroma of every flower under the sun. My tongue went slack as Kasen brought it to dance with her own, unable to keep up with the graceful deftness of each movement, but unwilling to back down from tasting her.
As her tongue twisted around mine, so too did her grip around my lowers, in a delicate, ticklish way. I saw her wraps unravel, and beneath them, more fabric, but they didn't seem to be loosening. Instead, the knot at the end uncoiled, freed itself, and the bandages peeled from whatever lied underneath and began to coil snakelike, freely in the air. Beneath them was nothing, but between her offending hand, which had retained its shape, and the hypnotic kiss she thrust upon me, it was the least of my worries.
Then her hand, looking much like an empty glove now, began to unravel as well, and soon it was just four disembodied fingers and a thumb that ran lines down my erection. Behind them, the fabric twisted, coiled itself around in place, wrapped itself neatly around the tip of my penis—and tightened. Her fingers unmade, all that remained was a startlingly dextrous strip of silk, cast loosely in an arcane, scentless smoke.
"I won't have you wasting any more," she whispered. The trails of her bandage, now completely undone, seemed to swim around aimlessly for a moment, before they too enveloped my shaft in a serpentine fashion. Where there was once delicate, exposed skin, now there was only white fabric.
Then it moved, in every possible direction. One thead clockwise, the one underneath counterclockwise, two more tracing the length and breadth in criss-cross fashion. To call the sensation "rapturous" is to call Gensokyo's lake a puddle; not a word could surface to explain the blissful thing that happened below. Taken off guard, I nearly bit my tongue, and Kasen forced her own deeper inside, no longer dancing so much as hungrily forcing my lips open, grasping as if to anchor me to lucidity.
I whimpered. There was nothing that felt so good, and nothing that inspired so much guilt in me. As my hand seized, desperately searching for some part of her to grasp, Kasen took her hand from my face and locked her fingers with mine, planting my grip into the ground at her feet.
Orgasm hit me like a punch in the gut, and I kicked backwards, succeeding only in burying myself into Kasen's sizeable bust, then thrashing wildly at the chaos that ensued below. But I did not release.
She did not let me. The first strip of fabric was still firmly coiled around the tip, and tightened ever so much, trapping my seed beneath it. I swelled, and pushed, and pumped, to no avail.
And she did not stop. Now by the base her bandages seemed to tighten, move up, then release, as if milking me for every last drop. "It's your essence, you know. If you waste it, you're only wasting yourself."
I was hardly in a state to reply. My mouth fell slack, ragged with shallow breath, my lungs quivered, unsure if to breathe in or out, or to breathe at all. Tears, of what I couldn't fathom, streamed freely down my face, poisoning my sense with salt and bodily warmth.
The desperate pumping slowed, then stopped, quivering uncertainly at the blockage. Kasen broke her kiss and let me slink to the ground like a masterless puppet, shuffling around for a moment as she reseated herself atop my legs. Her skirt, at some point she had discarded, but her most tempting parts were still hidden behind the floral tabard.
She draped that tabard over my enveloped shaft, and it too was obscured. Deprived of sight, I felt naught but fearful anticipation, as much eagerly waiting as I was dreading for Kasen to continue.
She moved up, positioned herself surely over the tip, and descended at the pace of a falling feather. For each millimetre, her bandages freed themselves from smothering my loins, and miles of fabric emerged from under her tabard, reforming and resculpting themselves into the shape of a hollow arm.
Then, she dropped, and the last stretch of silk spared me. It came out at once, in one single push, and Kasen's stoic expression melted ever so briefly, ever so slightly, as a liquid warmth filled her.
Then she moved.
An awful sandpaper noise forced itself out of my throat, halfway between a croak and a cry for mercy. "Miss Ibaraki," I begged, "I'm done now...I'm empty..."
She sighed steadily, matching the rhythm of her own thrusts, controlling her breathing only to speak. "Not yet," she scolded. "You need to let it all out." Now, with two whole hands, she took me by the wrists and pulled them taut to her groin, using only her unnatural strength to restrain them. "And I won't let you go until you do."
Her tabard hid the act from view, but it was no thing to imagine what was happening. She did not ride so much as she swayed, guiding her hips alone in a subtle dance that coaxed my waning erection to harden again, calling on reserves of strength it could not spare. Circular, figure eight, then a half-dozen fevered thrusts. Then, back and forth, thrusts more...
The obscured swimming of her hips allured just as much as the hypnotic sway of her breasts, and I found them just as hard to focus on as to look away from. For a supposedly chaste hermit, Kasen was not just beautiful, but painfully erotic. Even so, I was in no state to consider her sexual vanity; I could barely keep afloat in the rising tides of pleasure.
I hadn't noticed her free a hand from mine. With a pinch, she narrowed the fabric of her tabard, tucking the bulk of it between the breasts, revealing a tempting amount of their silhouette. Then, behind the drapery, she flicked her fingers, and the strained buttons that held her blouse together came undone, freed from the burden of holding her chest.
I said nothing. Judging by her grin, Kasen could read my expression well enough. Pushing back on my legs, she bent over, brought her breasts to the side of my face, and pressed down, not once interrupting her dance on my hips. Only now, it was not a strip of cloth that hid the sinful act from me, but two plush mounds, each as large as a head, practically liquid in how they molded gently against my face.
With her hands on my head, Kasen caressed me as much as she used me for leverage, pulling up and down as the meager movements of our hips could no longer satisfy her boiling lust. With each thrust, deeper and more forceful than the last, Kasen seemed less the noble hermit I thought her, and more a beast, a wolf in sheep's clothing. While in no position to see her face, I worried at what expression might have been etched there.
When she spoke, she did so pressed against the crown of my head, as if speaking the words directly into my mind. "Am I making you feel good?"
"Yes..."
"You're a naughty young man, you know? Tempting a hermit."
"Yes..."
"But I love you all the same, you know."
"I...Yes..."
I could feel her smile. It was sharp.
One, two, with a final, forewarned thrust she suddenly stopped, her loins feverishly clenching around mine. I'd come for the second time, as draining as the first was ecstatic, as if my vitality was carved out of my heart and held in front of me. In its wake I could only quiver meekly, defeated, at the mercy of this rose-haired monster.
A long pause. Then, satisfied, convinced she had drained me of all my essence, Kasen sat up, freed me from my stifling prison, and I forced open a heavy eyelid to see her.
She did not seem happy so much as satiated. Not just pleased, but mutedly euphoric, as if reliving a time long past, somehow closer to her truer self.
Or, so I put together, seeing the white caps on her head fall away, revealing the cropped horns underneath.
"Oni," I mouthed, a breath too loud, and Kasen looked at me.
"Mm." She touched them gently, as if testing the sharpness of their cruel tips. "I lost myself there."
I said nothing.
I half expected Kasen to crush me, to hide her secret with my body, but after a moment of silent thought she just stood, taking me under the arms and hauling me up with her, bringing me into a stiff hug in one motion. "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"
"...No."
"Are you scared of me, now?"
"...No."
"I'm glad to hear."
"..."
"Will you tell anyone?"
"No."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
Neither of us moved for a while. I wasn't sure if I even could.
"Kasen?"
"Mm?"
"Will you be here tomorrow?"