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[X] Ask Utsuho for sex.
Without warning you reach up and grip Utsuho’s hands. “Huh?” she gives you a strange look.
“You have to help me!” you tell her urgently, leaning forward over the table.
She’s taken aback. “With sex?”
“To stop the curse, of course!” You give her hands a squeeze.
Utsuho tries to back up a little and pull her hands free, flustered, but you don’t let her go. “I am sure we can find someone here who will not mind doing it for fun or for duty. There is no need for me to get involved personally-“
“No, no,” you shake your head. “What if we go look all night but don’t find anyone? Then I’ll turn into a girl!”
“What is so bad about that?” Utsuho retorts.
“What is so bad about that? You don’t know!?” You raise your voice and make yourself sound more panickly. “My strategic prowess is tied directly to my manliness! If I turn into a girl then Komeiji will lose her best strategist! Can you face your master, knowing that you willingly let that happen?”
“No, I will not fail Satori-sama!” She strongly insists, and sighs. “Very well, I shall service you tonight. Please give me time to prepare myself and find me here after dinner.”
You hardly believed that your ploy would work, but it has apparently succeeded.
You return to the central keep and start making plans for the eventual takeover of the Mizuhashi, whether by sword or pen. Once that is done then the Komeiji can break out of the underworld and onto the surface lands. About time, too, as you are starting to miss the sun. The water clock and your grumbling stomach tell you what the light does not, and you take a quick dinner alone, then bathe and cleanse yourself in preparation for your rendezvous with Utsuho.
The raven is waiting for you at the gates of the dojo, dressed in a breath-taking kimono that somehow emphasizes her womanly curves despite covering so much skin. You follow behind her, your eyes drawn to her swaying hips and the generous swell of her chest, as she guides you to her room. It is darkened by lowered blinds and only dimly lit by a few flickering candles. On the low table is an open bottle of wine and a pair of high-stemmed glasses. Instead of the futon you expect to find rolled out over the floor, there is a lonely chair in the corner of the room instead.
Utsuho guides you to the table and sits opposite you. There is an awkward silence as she picks up the bottle and pours a little of the red liquid into each glass.
“Cheers.” The glasses clink. Trying not to embarrass yourself, you recall the basics – give the glass a little swirl, breathe in its aroma, and only then take a sip. You’re no connoisseur, but the wine is good.
“You are really going to do it, huh?” Utsuho breaks the silence.
“Yes,” you nod.
“I have a condition – no, a request,” she goes on, starting to blush, although it may just be a trick of the candlelight.
“What is it?” you ask her gently.
“Please do not enter me,” she whispers.
“Then how is this going to work…?” You trail off, raising an eyebrow.
“The curse will be delayed as long as I use any part of my body to pleasure you,” Utsuho explains, and swallows nervously. She is blushing, all right. “I will please you, but only Orin may touch me down there. Please understand.”
You nod, slightly disappointed. “Of course I understand. You don’t need to apologize.” For a moment you are tempted to force yourself on her, but that’s definitely not going to end well.
“Thank you. Then… please sit on the chair.” Utusho stands up and brings the chair nearer. She pats the seat and gestures for you to sit on it, with which you comply, not quite sure what is going on, but having an inkling idea.
Utsuho kneels in front of you and starts to pull down your pants. You blink, surprised at how forward she is, and lift your weight off the chair to ease her task. She takes your pants, folds them up neatly, and places them aside on the mat. Satisfied that you are nude below the waist, she nudges your knees apart. Still seated, you spread your legs, exposing your soft manhood to her gaze.
“Are you cold?” she asks you. You shake your head. Without further ago she lightly grasps your penis in her right hand. At the touch of her warm fingers you gasp and feel blood rushing into your erection, which springs to its full, throbbing length in a matter of seconds. “Wow…” Utsuho looks awed and slightly proud of herself at the same time. You watch as she draws out a small bottle of oil from the folds of her kimono and lubricates both her hands, glistening in the candlelight.
The movements start slow at first, her digits gliding over your glans and then your shaft as she strokes your hard wood with alternating hands, moving from tip to base. Her hands are not soft, but calloused from years of plying her martial trade, and the rough sensation makes you shiver in place. You put your hands on her shoulders and slide her kimono down her arms, dropping lower and lower until her breasts are exposed. For a warrior, she certainly has a full chest.
You play with one another, both your breaths becoming heavier and heated. She grips your cock more firmly in her right hand and rubs up and down its length, picking up speed. You groan when you suddenly feel her fingers cupping and rolling your heavy balls. Not to be outdone, you cup a handful of breast in each hand, groping and kneading crudely. As you watch her nipples stiffen, you brush your thumbs over each in turn, drawing out a soft moan from her lips.
Your manhood gets even harder in anticipation as right in front of your eyes, Utsuho lowers her head with her lips parted. You groan as you watch and feel a few inches of your erection disappear into her eager mouth. Her tongue presses against the sensitive underside of your glans as she lifts her head and pulls her mouth away, panting softly, a string of mixed saliva and pre-cum connecting her lower lip to the tip of your cock. You give her nipples a pinch in return, smiling as she squeals, enjoying a few more strokes from her hand before she lowers her head again. You lean forward, sitting on the edge of the chair, squeezing her breasts as she sucks on you again.
The pattern repeats; she lifts her head and her fingers squeeze and slide along your shaft once more. You lean forward and sit on the edge of the seat, playing with her breasts and tugging on her nipples. It’s too much to take. Her hand leaves your cock and goes to brush her long silky hair out of her face and behind her ear. You take advantage of this moment to slide your fingers through her hair, holding her head firmly, and push her head down while thrusting your hips up.
Utsuho’s eyes widen in surprise as your cock rams into her mouth. At first you feel a pair of hands on your thighs, trying to push you away. You ignore them and start fucking her face. Her mouth is wet and warm, and her throat squeezes nice and tight around your member as you hold her head down and thrust in, deep, until her nose is pressed against your crotch. She gags and sputters, while you pass the point of no return and tense up, ready to shoot your seed straight into her belly-
At last she manages to break free from you with a sudden burst of strength, head tilted back, mouth open and coughing for air, a few tears trickling down her cheeks. You let loose with one spurt after another of hot sticky seed all over her face and breasts, even getting some on her beautiful dark hair. It is your turn to groan as Utsuho’s hand closes around your member, stroking and milking it until you have not a drop more to give. She opens her mouth, tongue out, to catch your load. You watch as she opens her mouth and shows you how much white goo she has caught. She tilts her head back, swallows, and opens her mouth again. There is no trace of your cum left between her lips; just the copious amounts staining her smooth skin.
“That was awesome…” you finally manage to pant out, reaching out and gently brushing her tears away.
Utsuho smiles proudly and dreamily. “Thank you!”
“Do you do this for Rin often?” you ask casually.
She tilts her head curiously. “No, she’s not the one with a cock-“
There’s something weird about the way she phrased her answer. You look down. As you half-expected, there is a very noticeable bulge sticking upwards in her kimono between her legs.
“Ah!” Utsuho follows your gaze and, recognizing what you are staring at, quickly covers it with her hands.
“Is that…?” You begin, trailing off, unsure of what to say.
“Yes, I-I am what some may call, um, a three-legged crow.” Her voice is uncharacteristically shy. “Orin and Satori-sama know about my condition, but please do not tell anybody else, okay?”
You look down at Utsuho. She presents herself as strong and invincible to others, but it turns out that she has her own vulnerable secrets after all, just like everyone else, probably. You give her a soft pat on the head.
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
< * * * Palace of Earth Spirits, Day 4 * * * >
Your power breakfast with Utsuho and Yuugi had been interrupted by two letters. The first was from Koishi, in cipher:
JNPL
NJAVGPVOENFUIPVHIUJXBTSVOOJOHBXBZQBSTFFMJLFTNF
DPNNBOEFSTBSFTQJEFSBOECVDLFU
GBJSZMFWJFTXJMMOPUGJHIUVOMFTTDPNNBOEFSQSFTFOU
The second was much simpler. It simply read:
“Commanders Utsuho, Hardwood, and Hoshiguma to return to Palace of Earth Spirits at greatest speed. –Satori”
So you had ridden, Utsuho went armourless and flown, and Yuugi somehow ran on foot, to the Palace of Earth Spirits, handing command of the crow and oni troops to your second-in-commands with orders to rejoin the rest of the army as soon as possible.
Now, as you enter the mansion’s main hall, you see several servants showing a blonde woman out. She gives you a smile as you pass. Her dress is interesting, to put things one way. It is red, with six ornamental buttons arranged in two columns running down its front. That is not the strange part – the skirt of the dress flares out so much in comparison to the upper body that it reminds you of Victorian fashions with hoops and corsets, but it is unique in that it constricts narrowly at its hem just below her knees. Yellow sashes are wrapped around the skirt of this eye-catching dress. She actually looks somewhat as though she is wearing a striped red bell.
“Eavesdroppers?” Satori asks as the three of you enter and the door shuts behind you. On cue, the servants leave the room.
“All clear,” Rin, who is already inside, reports. Now it is just the five most powerful people in Komeiji, holding secret council.
“What’s going on?” You ask Satori, who is pacing back and forth, very obviously agitated.
“Did you see Kurodani Yamame as she left?” Satori asks rhetorically. Before you have a chance to respond, she continues on. “She is here as an envoy on behalf of Mizuhashi and staying as a guest until we give her a reply.”
“The gal in that big red bell?” Yuugi laughs. “Did someone knock her up?”
“Anyways, what did they want?” you try to steer the discussion back into serious waters.
“Mizuhashi Parsee wishes to marry Koishi and strike an alliance with the Komeiji,” Satori explains flatly. “Such outrageous demands are usually pretexts for war. But they wouldn’t risk war unless they have some sort of leverage… Koishi… no, she is too good to be caught.” She looks at you, desperation in her eyes. “What do they have to gain? What should we do?”
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