Thanks for the Memories

After such an interesting night at the spring, sleep was proving to be difficult. Kazuki lay on his bedding for a long hour, wide awake and staring into the dark boards of the ceiling. At each moment his eyes wandered close he could see her face, her passion rising in the motion of her body as it rocked against his own. He rolled over and curled up, a familiar ache collecting about his loins as he felt his blood begin to rush.



His eyes squeezed shut and he fought to keep silent, frustration threatening to rumble in his throat. There were other men in the same room as he, twenty beds and each one full with a slumbering body. A soft exhale passed his lips and he felt a shiver as his thoughts of her soft skin, her impassioned breaths, and beautiful body lit by the dim lanterns of the spring clouded his head. He could not keep his thoughts away, still savoring his first experience of a woman’s warmth, and buried his face in the small pillow he lay upon. He cursed softly and grit his teeth.



“I do have my own room, you know..”



A sigh escaped him and he felt one of his neighbors shift in his sleep. After a moment passed and he was sure he had not awoken him, Kazuki bit his lip. Alas that his teeth brushed the small laceration that Isha had given him and he rubbed his forehead, feeling himself break a sweat and his breaths became heavy.



Precious few choices presented themselves as the young monk lay there in the hunger of his own mind. He could continue to lay as quiet as he may and let his thoughts pile ever more until he fell into a restless slumber, or he could get up and take Isha up on her offer tonight. Or he could sneak off again by himself and take care of his needs alone, though he quickly abandoned that choice. If he were going to go through the trouble of stealing away he’d rather it be worth more than just selfish gratification. He did need to make it up to Isha for the disappointment he was sure she felt.



In the end that thought was what finally brought him quietly to his feet. He maneuvered around the prone figures, deep in sleep. Thankfully none of them awoke or seemed disturbed in the slightest by his soft footsteps as he left the chamber. His trek down the hallway was equally uneventful, with only one occurrence that caused him concern. One door along the way was left slid open, a warm light of a candle emanated from the room. It wasn’t Isha’s room either which meant that someone else was still awake. He could only hope that they were not looking in the direction of the door.



Quietly, his feet brought him to the edge of the door and he ventured a peek around the corner. He fought the urge to sigh in relief as his eyes fell upon Master Oni who had seated himself in a deep meditative trance, eyes closed and humming softly. He walked quietly past only to find himself frozen with fear as he felt a hand clasp around his wrist. His eyes twitched, widened as his heart leaped to his throat, but he turned them to meet his assailant.



This time he did sigh, “Do-“ His protest was cut short as Isha put a finger to her lips, “shh.” He nodded with a small blush, having forgotten that he could have just gotten them both caught if Oni overheard him. Isha smiled warmly and tugged until he followed after her.



It was very good that she had found him for multiple reasons, the pettier of them being that he felt reassured in his decision. More importantly he only knew the general area in which her room was tucked away.



They had to hide a few times as someone crossed the hall in a tired daze, returning to their bed for sleep. Of course, that was all well with him since they both had to huddle close to avoid being seen. Isha was good at this sneaking around bit, and he became certain that he’d have been caught if she hadn’t of came to find him.



After several minutes of lurking about, they finally arrived at their destination. Isha pulled her door to the side and motioned for him to enter, a steady gaze on his face as her lips curled into a most impious grin. Kazuki did so, returning her subtle gesture with a warm stare. A mutual burst of anticipation rushed through the two when their eyes met, a hunger awaiting deep under the heavy mood between them as both reminisced about their would be romp in the springs of Gonjun.



A set of candles, varying in size and color, were strewn across one of the two pieces of furniture, a small dresser with three drawers. Isha was one of the few women at the monastery, masters and students alike, and they were treated very well. They had their own wing of the building and each had their own rooms, however small they were. It was certainly a nice change of pace from lying on the floor amongst a bunch of other guys. The sound of the door closer brought him out of his thoughts and he turned to face the girl, her dark brown eyes flashing in the dim candlelight.



He smiled, “So what made you come looking for me?”



Isha put a hand on her hip, “I knew you’d do something stupid and get yourself in trouble. Let’s face it; you’d wake a drunken dwarf with your racket.”



She giggled softly as she chastised him, unable to resist her amusement at his pouting lips. She glided gently to him and held his face in her hand. He reached up and pressed her hand to his cheek, enjoying her touch as she leaned forward to kiss him. His arm held her small waist and he let his tongue sweep over her teeth, finding that he had missed the taste of her greatly. He pulled her against himself, deepening their kiss as she purred against his lips.



With much deliberation, Isha pulled away from him enough to whisper, “We’ll have to be quiet here, just to let you know.”



He nodded and kissed her again before speaking, in a low tone, “Noted.” He realized that he had been tugging lightly on the cloth of her belt as they embraced. He was uncertain at first but realized that she was the one that led him to her room in the first place. He pulled the fabric until it gave way, drifting to the floor. He could feel her smile against his lips and her fingers slipped into his pants, working at the strings with her thumb and forefinger. His right hand idly floated along the fabric of her loose tunic until it rested upon the edge near her neck. He brushed it to her shoulder and let it fall down her arm, his left hand pulling down the other side in a similar manner.



The sight of her bare skin again, alight with the same warm glow reminiscent of their play at the spring, nearly merited a moan from the young man. He fought to keep them back but his hands found their way to rest gently on her chest. She did not seem to mind, he noticed. In fact she pulled him closer with a content hum, pulling away the ties to his pants. They hung loosely, clinging to his hips lightly, as her hands grasped the hem of his tunic. She pulled it over his head, held her arms around his neck, and let it fall to the floor behind him as their lips met again. He held her close, tugging at the edge of her pants.



Isha pushed him hard in the chest and he stumbled backwards, tripping and falling onto the soft cushions of her bed. He blinked, quite surprised for a moment. She leaned over him and delivered a heated kiss, holding his neck and she pulled him into a sitting position. His hands held her sides, fingers trembling as his body felt flush with avidity. She let the fabric that still hung from her elbows slide away before pulling the fastenings on her pants, turning slowly as she began to pull them down.



As her body bent forward, revealing herself to Kazuki’s awaiting eyes, it was a miracle that he kept himself from grabbing her by the hips and pulling her into his lap. He felt his body ache with arousal as she stood back up, brushing her ass against him. With a groan he gripped the blanket in his hands as he fought to keep them under control. She faced him with a low giggle as she grabbed his pants, pulling them down his legs, planting a kiss on his inner thigh.



He almost couldn’t stand the sweet and subtle touch of her lips against skin so rarely attended to. She stood back up with a steady gaze into his eyes with amusement as they stared at her lean form. Her hand held his face and she forced his eyes up to hers, kissing his lips with soft and gentle grazes.



Another push and Kazuki found himself lying back onto the soft covers. She grabbed his wrists and held them down as she climbed atop him, leaning in to nibble at his earlobe. He drew a sharp breath and resisted the urge to move his arms. He could have very easily gotten free of her grasp, but he could tell that she enjoyed her hold on him so he relaxed as best as he could. He was successful until Isha began steadily grinding her intimacy against his hardened length. His muscles flexed involuntarily and his arms wriggled free as she teased him, pulling her down for a deep and greedy kiss. She pulled away and bent down to whisper, her quiet voice a warm breath of euphoria to his ear, “Don’t be shy, Kazu. If you want me all you have to do is take me.”



Something about these words tore away at his barriers, reducing these inhibitions to rubble and leaving only wild abandon and insatiable desire. Before he could regain his wit his hands grabbed Isha by the waist and he found himself staring down at her wide, wild eyes and he was holding her arms much like she had done him. He blinked with shock at himself but the look on her face begged him to continue as his hands released her wrists and began drifting down to her chest. They passed with a ghostly touch over her breasts as they came to rest just above her hips.



It was true that he had no experience, but her words had done wonders for his self-consciousness. All he had to do was take her, she said. A smile of his own curled on his lip as he looked down at her body, arching in anticipation, and he exhaled a lustful breath before picking her hips up into his body’s advance. He felt wetness and tight heat hold him as he moved himself within her, silently gasping breaths to keep himself from moaning.



Isha bit her lip to muffle her own gasp of pleasure when he finally thrust himself into her. Her fingers slowly weaving into her dark hair as she let this feeling of passion surge through her body, his strong hands possessively pulled her into his motion. A warm breath flowed over his lips, brushing gently over her ear and she shuddered. The soft hint of wayward thought, lost in that infatuated sigh, sent a ripple of satisfaction coursing up her spine and she let a soft moan escape as quietly as she could manage. He had been greatly affected by both her words and her subtle actions, now behaving just as she hoped he would.



Each sound, however quiet or faint, built his confidence and he began getting more comfortable mentally with these new sensations. The idea of intimacy itself was not necessarily foreboding for the young man, just the idea that he might not fulfill expectations. Thankfully Isha was not in any way shy about this sort of thing, her legs wrapped around him and pulling his body as he moved, and this made everything much easier to manage. He felt greedy as he began to desire more of this pleasure he was experiencing, more responses from the beautiful woman he was trying to satisfy. No, he wanted more than that. He wanted her approval, to be reassured in knowing that he had given her something more than a warm body to bed with.



These thoughts began to pile with unrelenting influence on his already rushing mind, and his body began to act on its own as his will washed away in his passions. His right hand hoisted her hips up, pulling her deeper and angling her up into his steady pace, and his left hand reached up to entwine his fingers in hers.

Isha’s entire body heaved with her deep breaths, desperately quelling her wishes to cry out with this exquisite surge of savor. When he lifted her into him she pulled his neck down and clamped her teeth into his shoulder to stifle herself, unable to fight down the urge. She heard him groan and felt his shoulders tremble before he pushed her back onto the bed, holding her arm down with force, thrusting into her without yield. She gasped as her body began to shiver intensely and she breathlessly whispered, “Oh, don’t stop… Kazuk—“



Her back arched as her voice disappeared into a long gasp followed by soft moans fluttering with her breaths. Kazuki watched her face with amazement, her beauty engrossing his sight as she came before him. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tasting her sweet flavor. She pushed her tongue past his lips, muffling her moans along with his. A sharp and sudden gasp pulled her away from the rapture of his kisses when she came again, arching into his quickened pace and her free hand tugging his dark red locks.



Pain welled in his scalp as she pulled his hair in her zeal, but he did not mind it at all. In face he found that he enjoyed the added sensation, so much that he felt familiar warmth begin to rise into his stomach. He gasped and pulled himself just in time from Isha’s heat, his muscles throwing him into rapture and solace as he came. He spilled himself upon the sheets, feeling as if all his energy coursed from his body leaving him well spent and exhausted. He panted, his rushing thoughts dissipating and his mind more calm than any meditative trance would have done.



Isha’s body finally began to calm and she sighed with great relief, a light hum of enjoyment at the relaxed fatigue. Her head fell to the side, resting her chin on her right shoulder. Unfortunately, when her eyes fluttered open, she found that the two of them were no longer alone together. With wide eyes she gasped, recognizing the intruder as her own teacher; Master Tsugo.



Kazuki’s head jerked to the direction he saw Isha looking and his eyes widened with shock, his mouth hanging loosely in surprise. Fear gripped his heart and his throat tightened, a cold chill tingling his skin as it swept up his spine.



Of course, the scene before Master Tsugo did not appear in Kazuki’s favor. He opened the door to find the young man hunched over Isha with his hand holding her wrist down and he immediately jumped to his own conclusions as he rushed into the room. He growled, a malicious low rumble, as he grabbed Kazuki by his hair.



There wasn’t much for it but to tumble out of bed to his feet, lest the instructor rip Kazu’s hair from his head if he fought. He gave Isha a helpless but apologetic look, her eyes full with a pleading shock on her face, and he stumbled after the Master with a yelp of pain from the rough man’s cruel grasp. Despite his fear at what would become of him, Kazuki found that he did not regret this evening at all.



He furrowed his brow, grunting as he was forced around a corner and down another hall with the same relentless pace. A few of these harsh turns later he found himself thrown forward, landing with a tumble face down in the dirt of a small courtyard. He winced and held his sore ribs, fighting to regain his lost breath.



Master Tsugo glared down at him with much distaste as he watched the boy rise unsteadily to his feet, coughing and holding his stomach. Tsugo was a very tall man, six and a half feet without his shoes, and wore a very sleek yet strong visage. His long black hair was well attended and matched his beard, both falling past his chest. He was built slender and agile, long features gracing his form. His clenched fists began to relax as Kazuki finally got to his feet, standing up straight with his hands together in a proper bow, but he said nothing.



Kazuki dared not move, trying to show the master as much respect as he could with his head bowed and hands together. The silence was maddening and he felt his body tremble with dread under the cold blue eyes of this Master. He knew his situation was quite bleak. Tsugo was merciless as a teacher, his demeanor hardened from what most assumed was his time spent in the war that had once ravaged the entire world. The fact that Tsugo survived so many grand battles without a single scar showed that this was a man to be admired…and feared. Finally the young man’s ears were relieved of the stark silence as Tsugo spoke.



The Master snarled, “I don’t want to hear an explanation. I don’t want to hear an excuse. You will stand here and wait until you are told otherwise.” He turned from the spot and headed back into the monastery, leaving Kazuki shivering in the cool air with naught on his body but his horrified gaze as he stared at the empty walkway the master had disappeared through.