Escape

While he told himself that he would go to Amatsu the day after, in reality his plans faced a major setback. The moment he was about to leave his apartment there was a knock on the door and before long he found two taller priests staring back at him. It would appear that the official summoning letter did not give the Church enough assurance that he would appear before them; they had to send people to fetch him.

The entire fiasco had occupied him for several days. It was only after he decided that it was better to simply quit his job as a priest than continue that they gave him any sort of breathing room. It would appear that not enough or none at all believed what he said about the encounter with the huntress.

But he had enough of the Church over the past several days to last him a lifetime. He had always believed, always followed its rules, and always did his best. His record easily could have been one of the cleanest of the clean. In the end, what made him quit was that they were not charging him with sexual misconduct, but rather lying in a sacred place. It enraged him. He had taken the risk of telling them what happened to him. He did what they asked of him, which was to tell the truth about the incident. Not only had they chosen to not believe him, but their unwillingness to address the actual issue at hand disgusted him. Indecision was better than ignorance.

He stormed out of the trial room. He made sure to kick over something before he left the building for good. He would have torn the top of his robe in two if he had other clothes to wear at his apartment as well. In a sense, his choice of leaving the Church was no different than letting the trial finish. As cases of lying during confessionals were not uncommon, the worst he could face was excommunication.

He preferred it that way. The church would refuse to talk to him unless he atoned for his crimes and he would be unable to work with other adventurers. Not legally, at least.

With all these setbacks, he was lucky to arrive at Amatsu during late afternoon six days later than he originally intended. The fiasco with the Church had gone on longer than it should have, but he was here now. After everything that he had went through, he was here. To him nothing else mattered more than the matters he had to settle with Kazami.

He would settle it as soon as he found her. Normally he would visit every three days, as was dictated by the Church; it was often enough to keep an eye on her wellbeing while far apart from each other to keep privacy from becoming an issue. On the days that he was supposed to visit her, she was the one that always found him. Considering the fact that his blonde hair stood out from almost everyone else’s black, he was easy to be picked out as a foreigner.

But there was something else in her ability to pick him out. While there were other blonde-haired priests that would come to the village, if they all lined up and turned away from the audience he was sure that only she would be able to pick him out of the lineup. Maybe it was his height that gave it away.

But he had already been walking through the village for some time now. Normally Kazami was able to find him within minutes of his arrival. The fact that she had not was beginning to worry him. He knew that he had been unable to visit for a much longer time than usual.

He really should have come up with some sort of plan for him to locate her. The description of black hair, purple kimono, and shorter than him did not help in this situation. The only physical difference that Kazami had was that her eyes were almost golden compared to everyone else’s brown, but that was a difficult thing to spot.

It also did not help him that he could not speak a drop of the native language. How she had managed to speak his so well before he even met her was a mystery. Perhaps she had learned it at a school she attended some time ago, but for some reason he found it highly improbable.

And then he heard snippets of his language through the noise of the village.

“I gue… … … the …age witch … ….”

He didn’t know where it came from, only that it came from somewhere.

“Too … … … n’t there, huh?”

“Are … … the …. …. … north … …ge?”

“…sure but … … nothing.”

“Ma… up later …”

And the voices faded away into the distance. He looked around to see if he could find the foreigners who said it. To his surprise, however, he noticed that there were many more people with different clothes and hair than normal. Was he so caught up with wanting to find her that he did not realize the sudden influx of adventurers and tourists. More venders than usual had set up stalls along the streets, hoping to sell goods and native streamers of sorts were hanging between rooftops.

The town was celebrating. He just didn’t know why. But that wasn’t important. Right now he wanted to see what exactly was up north of the village. As he approached the village exit, the crowd became thin, eventually becoming nothing at the border. He did not hear just where or how far north he should look, but he would check everywhere if he had to.

He stepped out past the borders and began to enter into the bamboo thicket. The bag of food in his arms was beginning to become a bit heavy, but he was used to it by now. If he encountered anything dangerous he knew he was more than capable to handle it, as he had been through this area many times before. There was only one type aggressive monster in the area though, the kappa, so there was not much to worry about.

Who exactly was this witch? The other tourists seemed to have spoken about the witch in downed spirits. Perhaps they were looking forward to meeting her? Did she offer a service of sorts? Maybe he could find Kazami with her help.

He suddenly heard a voice in the shadows of the bamboo forest. It was an elderly woman’s voice, and she seemed to be singing.

Was this the witch? Now that he heard her voice, he realized that he didn’t know whether she was helpful or not. She could have been a twisted lady who enjoyed luring people to an early grave.

Another portion of him worried that she would overpower him for other desires. It chilled him, but he did his best to push it aside.

There was some splashing of water. He must be close. As he stepped past the bamboo thicket and into the glade, the lake entered his site of vision. Remaining silent, he hid himself behind a shrub and looked around for source of the voice and spotted an aged woman by the side of the lake. Peering around the vegetation he was behind, he began to examine her.

Was this the witch? Her hair had turned white, reaching the middle of her shoulders. She wore blue clothing that he had seen women wear and in one hand was a cane. She wore no footwear of any kind and she was stooped over. He swore that if he looked close enough, he could see wrinkles and bony gnarls on her hand.

Then, in a motion that surprised him, he saw her youthfully throw the cane away to the side. She stood up straight and suddenly she began to change. The wrinkles began to disappear, leaving smooth skin behind. Her robes changed into a deep purple. But what truly caught his attention was her hair. It began to lengthen until it reached her hips and it turned black.

Suddenly she looked like Kazami. Her body stature was similar and she was dressed in the same manner. She was still singing, and the voices matched.

It had to be her.

He stood up behind the shrub and walked out, smiling and knowing that she would present no harm. He carried the bag of food in front of him, about to present it to her. But before he could utter even a sound, she had suddenly removed the purple kimono, letting it fall to her feet. He froze.

She had some cloth wrapped around her chest, which she quickly removed. She was turned away from him and her hair covered her most sensual part but he could tell that she did not wear underwear. She started to walk into the water until it reached her the bottom portion of her hips and began to bathe.

He shouldn’t be here, he thought to himself, staring at her naked beauty. He wanted to talk to her, yes, but he didn’t want to speak to her under such conditions. He could feel himself becoming aroused, but he shook himself free of the thoughts. He still desired to feel her beneath him, to hear her moan and cry, to bury himself deep within her, to whisper how much he loved her, to give himself to her, but now was not the time. He began avert his gaze, but he found himself drawing one last look upon her. And suddenly he paled.

At first he didn’t want to believe it, but he realized that he could just make some of the ribs showing from beneath her skin. She had not been eating well for some time, it appeared. For how long it had been like this, he was unsure. It could have been the time that he had not visited her, or it could have been for years.
But she had always appeared so lively whenever he was visiting her. It was true that he always brought some food with him, but it was never exactly enough to provide nine meals. She also made a distinct effort to serve him a portion of what he brought as well, which he found difficult to refuse each time. Her actions were contradictory to her condition, if she indeed was malnourished for some time. For a moment he wondered which of the two were more likely, but he reali-

“K…K-Ken-chan?”

He snapped up to see that Kazami was staring back at him. Both of them froze. He dropped the bag of food.

Then, very slowly, he felt his gaze turn lower and lower until he was plainly looking at her naked body.

He realized that this was the first time he had ever seen a woman’s bare chest. Her breasts were small, but they stood out against the boniness. In a strange sense it was comfortable for him to look at. And then he trailed further down her body.

While the water level was just high enough to cover her most sensitive region, it was low enough for him to easily see that she shaved in that area as well.

Maybe it was a fad.

He could feel that stiffening sensation again, which was what eventually pulled him from his staring.

He quickly averted his gaze, but his body still faced her, keeping her at the very edge of his vision. “I-I’m sorry!” he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. His heart raced as he tried to calm himself. She covered herself with her hands before hurriedly sinking into the water. What was visible was an embarrassed red.

There was silence.

The only times when he looked upon a naked woman were for sexual purposes. He didn’t even like the person he saw. But upon looking at Kazami, the feeling was different. A portion of him wanted to take her in the water, but another portion demanded respect for her privacy.

“C-Can I come out and get dressed?” She was still in the water, not having moved an inch.

“...Y-Yeah. I’ll move.” He placed himself behind the bush he came out from and sat behind it, his legs stretched out in front of him. Facing away from the lake, he spoke, “You can change now.” He could hear the water rolling off her body and hair as she rose up from the lake and walked ashore. There was a fumbling of clothes.

“I-I’m done.”

He didn’t move. He could hear her footsteps as she approached him, but she paused to pick up the bag of food he dropped. Eventually she came into view, but only her feet and dress.

It looked a little more frayed than usual.

“Sorry about that.”

“… It’s alright, really.” She opened a small portal and placed the food inside it. He saw her do this before; it was her method of storing objects. She knelt down in front of him. Her cheeks were tinged red. “How… How much did you see?”

“… Almost everything.” His cheeks flushed as hers turned darker. “The water was just high enough, but… I know you shave down there.” Perhaps that was going too far.

She fidgeted, “…I guess that’s okay… After all, I saw you that… that time…” her head drooped.

His thoughts returned to the labyrinth and how it was painful for the both of them.

“…”

“…”

He realized that she was entirely dry. “…Your hair’s not wet.”

“I use some magic to heat the air around me, so I can dry myself off easily.”

“Ah…”

“…”

“…”

“I… wasn’t expecting you to come today.”

“I would have been here earlier but… there were some things that had to be taken care of.”

“…”

“…”

“Is everything alright now?”

“… Most of them, yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“I’m… I’m glad that despite the… issues, you’ve come to visit me.” There was a small hint of a smile on her lips.

He smiled in return. “I am too.” Normally the two would have entered the labyrinth upon arrival, but he was sure that neither of them wanted to go inside. His eyes returned to the direction of the village.

“There were a lot of tourists at the village today. Is there some sort of event going on?”

“Ah, it’s the Spring Festival. While it’s usually not open to outsiders, this year the emperor has allowed tourists to enter.”

“The coming of spring? It doesn’t exactly have a set day, does it?”

“Well, there is a very large cherry tree in the eastern portion of the town.” She pointed in a direction a bit away from the village. While he couldn’t see much through the bamboo thicket, he could see just a small triangle of pink. “When the first flower begins to form, the festival usually takes place about a week afterwards.”

“I’ve been through the village a few times but I don’t think I’ve ever been here during a festival.”

“If you wish, I could… show you around,” she timidly replied.

He turned back to her again. “I would appreciate it,” he extended a hand towards her. She paused for a moment before taking hold of it and standing up. But as she let her arm relax, he held onto it in a soft grip. The two of them were silent. His cheeks felt warm. She couldn’t look at him and instead was staring towards the ground.
But she did not make a move to free her hand from his. Instead, her grip tightened a little when she found out that he had no intention of letting go. She didn’t want him to let go either.

This was the first time that he had ever touched her in such a manner. He felt his heart race and he was sure that she was also experiencing it too.

“…Well, shall we proceed?” he softly asked. She looked up, smiled and nodded. With small steps, the two began to walk to the village. His heart was still pounding away at him but it diminished as the two walked through the gates, where he promptly forgot that it had been bothering him.

The first thing that came into view was the many, many food stalls. “So, what foods do you enjoy? Maybe we can find it somewhere here.”

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In a sense that was what much of the activities were focused around for the day. As Kazami took the time to explain to him what events took place and why, the two of them were more often than not sharing some sort of snack. At one point the two of them had opted to try to catch some fish with a paper ‘net’ (that was how she described it to him) but he found that hearing her talk about her culture was more enjoyable.

What he knew about the village was from reading and experience. It was another thing to hear it from the lips of a native. And what lips they were…

At the end of the day, the two of them set off to pay a visit to the gigantic cherry tree, the pinnacle of the festival. Night had almost fallen by then with a half moon floating in the sky. The base of the tree was on top of an elevated hill. As they climbed, they were in silence.

When they reached it, he sat down against the tree and he was not surprised when she knelt down next to him and laid her head against his shoulder. Even with the pair of shoes he bought for her a few hours prior, the two of them had been walking for the past several hours with little rest in between. The fatigue was natural. Her close hand entwined itself with his as they looked over the village.

The two of them said nothing at first, content with simply feeling the other’s presence.

And then he heard her snivel before she shuddered and started to softly cry.

“Kazami, what’s wrong?” He turned to see that she was now clinging tightly to his arm.

“I-” she drew a breath, “I’m scared that you’re going away…”

“…”

“At… At first when you didn’t come back, I expected it to happen but,” she sniffed, “as the days passed and you still didn’t come… I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

“…”

“…” she continued to sob.

“… At first, I was afraid to come back.” He softly squeezed her hand. “I was afraid of that huntress and what would happen if I saw her again and I was afraid of women. It was like that for a week before I decided to come back here. But on that same day, I ran into her again.” He felt her tense besides him. “She wanted to have sex with me again, and I decided to try to make a deal.”

“A… A deal?” she looked up at him and he could see the tear streaks in the low light.

He knew that if he didn’t tell her about the event, he would never be able to live with it. “If I had sex with her… she’d stop following me around. I agreed to it. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“…”

“I had to come out on top. I had to overcome what she did to me. But before we started, she asked me to kiss her. I leaned in to do it… yet I found that I couldn’t bring myself to… I didn’t find out why I couldn’t until later. It was almost when I was about to… cum.” He still felt uneasy about saying that word. “I didn’t want to and I had been holding out for the entire time. Right when I almost came, I… I thought I heard your voice.”

She was silent.

“It all made sense from there. I couldn’t kiss her because…” he didn’t realize that she had changed her posture until she was looking at him in the eye. She had somehow climbed on top of him, her hands resting on his shoulders. He felt his heart race and his lips were unable to form words.

She was so close to him now. “Was it… Was it because you thought of me?” The moonlight reflected vibrantly off of her.

“…Yes.” It was so much easier to avoid saying the words and let it be implied instead.

She immediately kissed him. He was a little prepared for the moment, but he had not expected it to happen this way. It was almost overwhelming, his first kiss. It happened so quickly; his eyes were still open as she pulled away.

“…”

“…”

“…” she shifted a bit.

“…”

“I’m sorry if… if I was out of place...” Her head dipped down a bit. She began to move off of him.

This time it was he who acted. He wrapped his arms about her waist to bring her back in and their lips met again, closing his eyes. At first she was surprised but she was more responsive than him. Within moments he felt her tongue slip between his teeth and was now aggressively invading his mouth. It was simply everywhere, rarely staying at a place for longer than a half second.

Not to be outdone, he let his tongue into her mouth. She elicited a small gasp of surprise before continuing. Unlike her, however, he decided to linger at places, exploring the contours of her. He found that he particularly liked it when she let her tongue slip behind his front teeth and strike the gums. Perhaps she had a preference as well.

But she broke away. Taking a gulp of air, he opened his eyes to see that she needed a breath as well. Her cheeks were flushed in the moonlight, and he was sure that his were as well.

“Lick behind my top teeth… It feels good,” he quickly breathed.

“Sides… Sides of my tongue,” she returned before closing the distance once more. As they kissed again, he let his hands travel up and down her sides. He could feel her entire body shiver as his hands ran past her waist, hip, and thighs before moving up and repeating the process. She responded by letting her hands move onto his chest and pushing her hips roughly against his hardened member that he didn’t know he had.

He let out a surprised moan into her mouth, but that only seemed to make her grind against him faster and fiercer. He found that he began to push against her in a slow, steady rhythm as well. His hands began to linger longer and longer on her hips before eventually cementing themselves in place. He gave a light squeeze, this time causing her to softly cry out.

Finally they broke away again. “Ken… Ken-chan…” her face seemed darker than before. “Do you… Do you want to do it?”

This was the moment he was waiting for. His heart pounded, racing to tell him that the time was now. “… Y-Yeah.”

She smiled. “Let us go elsewhere then… It would be unwise to do it here.” Closing her eyes, she took her hand and drew a rune in the air and the two of them slowly began to sink into the ground. When they were fully engulfed, the opening closed and the darkness was like the night sky.

The strange part was that he no longer felt her weight. And then there was a short sensation of freefall before he was engulfed by cold water.

Luckily his head was positioned correctly; there was no uncomfortable sensation of water entering his nose. The back of his feet softly touched the floor of whatever body of water he fell in. Using that as a base, he stood up and found that the pool of water was actually very shallow, for he could stand in it. It was only a little lower than his waist.

He brushed his hair away from his face. Looking around, he realized that this was the lake where Kazami was bathing. He saw that she had already crawled up to the shore, but hadn’t seen him yet. As he walked to where she was, she turned over upon hearing the noise of the water around him. “I’m sorry, Ken-chan, I thought it would work,” she softly replied. “And the new shoes… I lost the shoes…”

He was beside her now. She looked absolutely different when wet. Her hair was still clinging to parts of her face and her dress had slipped to the side, revealing her shoulder to him while outlining her form. The waves of the lake were ebbing against her feet.

He dropped down in front of her. She did not seem to pay much attention, however, as one of her hands moved to form a rune. Crawling up, he put his face in front of hers and took a hold of that hand. She paused.

“I can get you new ones if you want.” He moved to her exposed shoulder and began to trail his tongue along it. She gave a surprised cry before she undid the first button of his top, exposing the area between his shoulder and neck.

“Ken, what’s this mark? It looks like teeth…”

Teeth… “The huntress bit me there last time.”

“Did it… feel good?”

“…Yeah.”

“…M-May I bite you?”

“…Will I be able to do the same then?”

“Yes… but when you do, be sure that you can taste blood. I… I want us to leave a permanent mark on each other, that we belong only to no one else but ourselves.”

“...Okay.”

“Well, I-I’m going first…” He felt her breath over that spot for a moment before the mix of pleasure and pain kicked in. At first it was about the same, but gradually it became more painful. But as soon as it started it was over. She pulled away before wiping a fair bit of blood off with her sleeve. He felt a cooling sensation and realized that she cast a spell on the area.

“I healed it while making sure that there will be a scar.” She moved her head aside, exposing the same region to him. “It’s your turn now.”

“I’ll be quick then.” Moving in, he bit down a bit to the side of her neck, making sure that it would remain hidden underneath her clothes. She started to give a cry, but managed to keep it in. Once he tasted blood, he backed away before partially healing the area, creating an oval-shaped mark. He wasn’t sure if he swallowed some blood accident, but he found that he didn’t care about it right now; he only cared for the girl in front of him.

He kissed her again. “Ready to continue?” She nodded before quickly leaning in and pushing her tongue into his mouth. He took a hold of her hand and dragged it down his chest before ending at his hardened length. Using his fingers he made her hand wrap around him through the cloth and slowly moved it up and down. He knew she was almost panicking as her tongue, which was so active before, was now practically paralyzed, letting him completely run wherever he wished in her mouth.

Slowly, though, she began to respond again. Her tongue started to aim for the back of his teeth and her hand began to move by itself. It was not long before she decided that she wanted a more direct feel. Pulling back, she began to fumble with his pants. He knew it would be better to do it for her. Backing away, he removed his pants, letting his hardness bob in the air for a moment. He then undid his top and tossed it away along with other clothing, leaving him entirely naked. She wasted no time in taking a hold of him while he moved in to kiss her again, placing his hands beside her head. Compared to the wet cloth before, her hand was hot and it felt good. But before he could kiss her she gave a soft tug from the base to the top.

It was his turn to freeze. He gave a loud cry of pleasure, his blue eyes meeting her golden ones. The sensation was different, different than when the hunter did it to him. It was absolutely better. He stayed still for a moment before realizing that she was tugging at one of his hands. He lifted some of the weight from it and let her guide it over her body before ending at the large sash around her waist. What she wanted was clear.

He leaned back so that his weight was on his knees while she lifted her back to make the untying easier.

“It’s… bigger up close.” He could feel her breath on the tip of his length and shuddered. As he began to untie the knot, she slowly started to stroke him again, causing him to falter a bit with the ends.

“That woman, she… she used her mouth too, right?”

“Y-Yeah…”

She trailed a finger from the top to the bottom. “All the way to the base… I’ll… I’ll do that for.”

“Y-You don’t have to.”

When the knot was undone, he unwound it a bit before finally pulling it off. He peeled away the wet clothes to reveal her bound chest and naked opening. For a moment she let go and slipped her arms through the dark purple sleeves before grasping him again. He began to start working on the wrappings when he felt her tongue and lips caressing his length.

“Ka…Kazami…” he felt her name slip from his tongue. He could feel heat rise in his cheeks and he was sure that the moonlight let her see it.

She paused, “I will do it for you.” She continued, fiercely doing everything that woman did except take him in entirely.

It was hard to focus on finding out how to undo the cloth around her chest. Even just the sound of it was almost too much. “What… What makes you want to?”

“Because if I don’t,” she licked him again, almost greedily, “then you’ll only remember that… that woman.” He felt her tongue wrap around his tip before entering the heat of her mouth again and he almost buckled over. He gave off low gasps as he tried to breathe.

One of her hands traveled just above below his waistline. For a moment it felt normal, his hair brushing against it. Suddenly, however, his body shivered as he felt her hand brush against his skin directly.

“Ka-Kazami! What did you do?” He tried harder to find the knot.

“Si… Since you saw me without hair, I should… I should get to see you without it too.” she replied, briefly pulling off to breathe. He opened his mouth to object but she quickly took him in again, going down further than before and making him elicit a deep moan.

“H-How?” he managed to croak. “Magic?”

She only licked and sucked at him more fiercely.

Gritting his teeth, he sifted through the pleasure and locks of wet hair, finally finding the ends of the cloth and beginning to undo them. Shortly afterwards, they fell away, revealing her chest to him. In a swift movement he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away, giving him a moment to catch his breath. She lost her grip on him.

He had never seen breasts so close. He had seen them earlier, but now he could see every minute detail. Exposed to the cold air, they stood out from the rest of her thin body. His hand trailed its way from her shoulder to it before taking a hold of it.

They were so soft. He played with them, rolling them and giving soft squeezes. Her mouth was open, taking deep breaths. He kissed her again, letting his tongue caress hers. But he pulled away shortly afterwards. He trailed his sight down from her lips to her neck to her breasts again, pressing his burning length against her inner thigh and entwining their legs.

He was reminded of how the huntress played with his chest.

He was sure it worked the other way around as well. Lowering himself, he let his tongue out and dragged it around the area. Her body shivered and she let out moans and breaths. He took his time, slowly getting closer and closer until he ended at her nipples. He gave them soft flicks. It pleased him that they stiffened against his touch.

“K-Ken…” her voice was breathy, mixed between a moan and cry. He moved onto the other, repeating the process. She shivered at every nudge of his tongue, it was almost empowering.

His lips left her body momentarily before returning to her's. She was even redder now, perhaps because now it was her turn to be on the receiving end. One of his hands trailed down the sides of her body onto her hip before making a turn inward. She gave a surprised cry into his mouth as the hand flitted above her opening. Her body trembled, waiting for the moment when he touched her.

He dragged on, getting closer before pulling away. It was soft, smooth, silky without the hair. He moved his mouth away from hers, letting her gasps fill the night air. For a moment, the feeling of power came to him again. Her hands gripped the grass besides them tightly as she twitched in front of him.

He could see why that huntress loved the control.

He pulled his hand away, giving her a moment of rest. He looked into her gold eyes again. He knew she was looking at him, but whether she registered it was another thing. They appeared unfocused, but as he moved his head, they seemed to follow him.

He then traced his fingers over her sex. She cried out, the new stimulation making her twist below him.

“How does it feel?” Perhaps he was picking up one too many things from that woman.

“It… It’s… ahh!… Good! ” she couldn’t bring herself to say anything more. He let his finger trail over it again, pushing a bit harder this time. She cried out again. “K-Ken!”

He liked it when she didn’t add the suffix to his name.

He lifted his hand from her and rose to a kneeling position again. Placing himself between her legs he pulled them apart, exposing hers to him completely. She looked at him from the side of her vision, again with that following unfocused look.

“You… You can put it in… if you want, Ken…” he saw her grip on the dress beneath them tighten momentarily. “After some time together I’ve… I’ve always wanted you to have me.” She took a breath. “I hoped that we could have… have our first time together but… even if I can’t have yours, I… I want you to have mine.”

How long had she waited? It must have been an eternity for her after that huntress took him.

Using a guiding hand he placed the base of his warm member over her opening. Then, very slowly, he began to drag his member over it. She twitched and gave a quick cry, doing her best to control herself. She continued to look into his blue eyes as he pushed against her, unable to tear himself away from her golden ones. They were mesmerizing, almost as if they would pull him in without a moment’s notice. He leaned in and kissed her, muffling her cries with his mouth and tongue, his hands next to her head.

The friction between their bodies was diminishing and the time was drawing near. Leaning back again, he softly parted her opening and placed the tip of himself between them. He then returned to his previous position.

“Kazami… are you ready?”

“…Y-yes…” her voice trembled with anticipation and fear. Both of them knew it would hurt.

He’d make sure that tonight would be memorable for her, make sure that she would never have to be lonely again. He placed his mouth over her quivering lips, easily prying them open and slipping his tongue in. Very slowly, he began to push into her.

She painfully cried into his mouth as he continued to enter her. It bothered him so much that she felt so good to him when he felt so painful to her. Eventually, he encountered some sort of barrier, preventing him from going any further.

In a sense it was comforted him that he couldn’t go further. Kazami had begun to cry. The flush around her cheeks disappeared.

“I’m… I’m sorry Ken, it’s just… it hurts so much…” she hiccupped.

“Don’t be. It’s natural. Do you want me to pull out?”

“No, keep… keep moving please. I want… I want you to feel good…” She willed her legs to clamp onto his sides.

As per her wishes, he began to move slowly inside of her. She hissed with every push and cried with each pull, but he continued. She felt so different from that woman. The huntress felt good, but it was as if Kazami’s insides were tightly gripping him. The opening was so small; how he had even managed to get into her with his size caused him to wonder for a moment. He gave soft breaths each time he pushed and pulled. Her eyes were shut from the pain, but her lips were open. He kissed her softly, not entering her mouth, only letting his lips brush against hers.

He didn’t know how long he did it. He lost count of how many times he kissed, pushed, and pulled after the fifteenth time. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, but he only knew that she was in pain while he was in pleasure. He was awoken, however, when she called out to him.

“Ken…” though he could see the tear streaks, he noticed that she stopped crying. “It’s not as painful anymore.”

“But… that means it still hurts a little, right?”

This time she brushed her lips against his. “It’s okay… you can… you can go faster.”

Kissing her, and this time letting his tongue slip in, he did so immediately. He felt better now, knowing that she was no longer in such pain. As he moved faster inside of her, her walls seemed to contract around him, as if they wanted to keep him there.

Her soft cries were enticing. With every push and pull, her voice echoed through the air. He loved her voice like this. It was something that only he had the privilege to hear. He would slowly push in, causing her to lusciously exhale and instinctively push against him. He would give her long kisses afterwards. He would sometimes prod away at the barrier inside of her, making her writhe and moan around him. It was only when the need for air struck that the two pulled away.

But that was what he wanted. The moment she took a breath he would quickly pull away until only the tip was inside. The breath she took was more of a pleasurable gasp. He would pause for a moment, giving her a second of rest before starting again.

He found himself living for the sounds of her voice. Sometimes she said his name and it was as if there was magic laced in it. It made him want to hear it again, echoing through the clearing a little louder, a little more strained, a little more lustful.

It was a subtle addiction. It was a feedback loop that fed upon itself. The more he heard it, the more he wanted it. When it trailed off her lips he would move faster, desperate to hear it more.

It was not long before he found himself coming in contact with that barrier in her continually. It made her squeeze around him each time. She had turned her face away, unable to keep still. One moment it was on its right, another moment tilted upwards, another moment, another direction. Her eyes were half closed, her thighs had begun to squeeze his sides, and shortly afterward her hands covered her mouth.

It was completely unacceptable for her to do so and did not take long for him to react. In a blink his hands pulled hers away before holding them against the ground. Her eyes opened and she stared into his, her cheeks burning. He gave a fierce thrust into her.

“Ke…Ken!” Her fingers instinctively curled around his. “Some-Someone will-” He cut her off with another thrust. “will he-ahh!.. Hear us!”

Delicious. It was all that mattered to him, hearing her voice and cries. In the moment, he could care less about who heard the two of them.

“Kazami…” his breath was heavy from his quick thrusts and the pleasure. “When you cum…” It felt so vulgar, yet so fulfilling to say that word to her while staring into her unfocused golden eyes. “I want you to scream my name, again and again.”

She said something, but he could make nothing of it.

“I want to look into your eyes when you cum. I want to see how good I feel to you...”

Words were escaping from her lips, but they seemed different and incoherent. It took him a moment to realize that it was her native language. She understood him, yet couldn’t tell him anything. She could have been saying no, but she made no move to resist him.

For a moment, he worried. How close was he to crossing that line the huntress crossed? Was he being too rough for her first time?

He looked at her face and saw that she was staring back into him. Her golden eyes were almost pulling him in, making him even quicker. Her screams were just noises of pleasure, but they were beginning to come out faster and faster. Her head began to tilt back. She began to writhe and twist, but she always stared back into him.

And then her walls contracted around him.

“Ken!”

It was beautiful.

“Ken!”

Her grip tightened and she tilted her head back even more. He leaned over and took pleasure in how she kept her eyes on his. They were still unfocused, but he was sure that she could see him. Or, at least only him.

“Ken!”

Her entire body thrust into him wildly, wanting him, wanting his seed, wanting his very essence inside of her.

“Ken!”

Her cries were rich.

“Ken!”

It pleased him so very much to please her.

“Ken!”

So much, in fact, that he wanted to do it again. He withdrew himself from her, immediately missing the contact between the two, but knowing that he would be drowning himself in it again shortly. He let his length lie on top of her opening and let it slide over it.

“Ken!” A gasp. “Ken!” A cry. “Ken!” A gulp of air. She continued the entire motion. Thrust. Scream. Breath. Stare.

She continued until the sensation had run its course. When it was all over, she was left panting for breath, staring into him with her golden eyes. Her face had become even darker now in the moonlight.

He let go of her hands, removing the weight on them. “Kazami… you’re so beautiful.” He kissed her and let his tongue slip inside for a moment.

He was glad that she vigorously lashed her tongue into his mouth. He pulled away and moved his hand to once again guide himself into her. As soon as his tip was inside here again, he quickly returned to his previous position.

And then she spoke a phrase in her own language in a sultry voice. The grass besides them suddenly turned pitch black with little white dots. He felt soft cloth beneath him and a sudden weight was upon him by his hands.

Kazami was once again on top of him. How she had gotten there so quickly he could only attribute to some magic of hers. Her body was extended against the night sky, towering over him.

A cold shiver passed through his body and his heart began to pound.

He was sure that he had overcome his fear, but actually being put to the test was something else entirely.

“Ka… Kazami, wait!” he looked to her, beginning to panic. She had lowered her body, letting her tongue and lips caress his neck, paying no attention to his cry.

He saw that huntress again, leaning over his body and ruined clothing.

She whispered something again. It was noise to him. He saw only what the huntress did to him. He felt her pushing onto his length, letting it enter her. She gave a low moan.

“No! Please, please stop!”

The night sky was gone. A low, candle-lit ceiling replaced it.

Kazami was no longer there. Instead, he saw the green eyes of the huntress.

“Get off of me!” he yelled. His hands were held in place by something. He needed to get out.

She kept staring into him with her eyes, forcing his entire member into her. She made no noise, no breath, only stared. It horrified him.

“Please… not again…”

She leaned into him and her hips stopped moving.

“Don’t do it to me again…” his vision was beginning to blur. “Why… Why are you doing this? You said… You said you wouldn’t follow me anymore.”
She laid her entire body against him now. One of her hands let go of his and placed itself warmly against his cheek. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, something that he did not recall the huntress ever doing.

As quickly as the night sky disappeared, it just as quickly reappeared. He could feel the edge of the lake lapping up against his feet. Gold replaced green.

“Ka… Kazami…” he turned his head away and he felt the warm trickle of a tear travel down the side of his cheek. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

She caressed his cheek and softly looked at him. She kissed him again, letting her tongue briefly flutter behind his teeth. She guided his hands to her hips and then let go, tracing up his chest and side to end on his shoulders.

“Is it… Is it okay to continue?”

She simply gave a small laugh to herself before slowly moving along his length. It caught him by surprise and he gave off a low moan. Leaning in she let her lips engulf his, raising her hips before letting it fall again. She said something again, but he was unable to hear it.

She was so much gentler than the huntress, gentler than when he was on top. She went slowly, almost teasing him. She would dawdle at his tip using a circular motion before slowly enveloping him. Breathing would become difficult during that moment. He would push against her instinctively, seeking to bury himself into her before gently nudging against that barrier from before. She would stay still, opting to lavish his lips and neck. And then she would slowly pull away, causing another gasp or sharp exhale before repeating the process.

For a moment, he wondered how she was able to take his entire member into her when last time he was stopped short. He attributed it to her magical ability to manipulate space before never giving it another thought.

She was definitely the village witch, he was sure of it.

She continually whispered sweet nothings of her native language into his ear. He could only understand snips of what she said, revolving around big, long, thick, hot, and good. Anything else she said was just noise, but it was good noise that slowly drove him mad. It made him want to say something, to tell her how good she felt, how wet and hot it was inside of her, how tightly she gripped him, how she was so much better than that other woman. But she seemed to be watching his lips, making sure to engulf his length when he tried to say something and causing him to only give off a cry.

With each push and pull, he pushed a little harder. His breaths became short and his body arched more and more, his entire body driven by her ministrations and voice. He was sure that he uttered her name more than once. He lost track after two. Maybe if her name was shorter, he would have said it much more often.

She was slowly making him her plaything, her toy. She was doing what the huntress wanted to do. He partially was aware of what she was doing to him in the long run, but this time he didn’t fight back; he welcomed it instead.

He could only see her face now, focusing mostly on her eyes. Even when his body arched, he did his best to keep his head tilted down to keep looking at her. He was sure that she enjoyed the staring and hearing of her name as much as he did.

She kissed him again and pushed down, causing him to cry into her mouth again. She was quick now, compared to before. When they pulled away, he could hear her gasps and cries as they pushed against each other.

The edges of his vision were beginning to become white. His cries and thrusts became louder and quicker, hitting that barrier faster and harder. He was beginning to lose control of himself. He kept calling her name, usually unable to finish it. He was getting close. He began to use his hands to push down on her hips, going as deep as he could.

She cried loudly, saying something that he couldn’t understand before he felt the series of amazing squeezes engulfed him again. Her body pushed against him in a final thrust as she held onto his shoulders tightly, shivering and saying his name over and over again.

Unlike last time, it entirely engulfed his length. Unlike last time, he didn’t want to pull out of her. Every moment of sexual want and need rushed him. He moaned loudly again and again, feeling the pleasure trail from his entire body before ending at the tip of his length. He could feel himself twitch, preparing to empty his seed into her.

When he finally came, it overwhelmed him. His vision faded to white as he felt the burning liquid travel from him into her and then from her onto him. He cried out over and over, not sure what he was saying. He could vaguely aware that he was thrusting and shooting madly into her. He felt his hot seed beginning to pool past his waist where his hair once was, and it was the last thing that he felt.

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When his vision finally returned, he was looking up at the night sky. The night air was cool against his skin, and he breathed deeply. It gently blew against his still erect member, making him shiver a bit. For a moment, he wondered why it was still hard when another question came to mind. Where was Kazami? He slowly looked to his left. Seeing that she was not there he began to turn to his right.

Suddenly he felt something wet and hot travel from the base to the tip of his still hard member, making him gasp. He looked down to see Kazami blushing while she used her tongue to, as best as he could describe it, clean him.

“Ka… Kazami…” she paused, “what are you doing?”

“I’m…” he saw her face become dark, “I’m cleaning you.” She started up once again.

“But… you don’t have to, really…” he wanted her to continue, but he felt that it would be better off on another night.

“No, I have to.” She looked at him. “Otherwise… otherwise you’ll still think of that woman...”

“…I don’t really want to think of her…” It would be a difficult argument for him to win. He decided that he would just let her do it. As he felt her tongue travel over him, he realized that earlier he had to try and divert his mind to keep him from coming. Now, however, he allowed himself experience her tongue to the fullest, and it was amazing. Within moments he found himself short of breath and it was not long before her name slipped from his tongue.

But just how long did it take to ‘clean him’ anyway? He felt a hand grasp his base and gently stroke him to the midpoint. Looking down, he saw that her mouth had enveloped him again.

“What are you doing now?” he managed to say. He vaguely recalled some of the liquid pooling at his waist. Had she finished it before he came around?

She pulled off from him, letting herself catch her breath. “…Practicing.”

She said that she would go down to the base, didn’t she?

“Kazami, it’s only our first time together. We can do it another time.”

“But you’re still… big.”

“It will go down in time.” He pulled himself up and away from her before standing. He extended a hand to her. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”

She paused before taking his hand and getting up. Moving to where his clothes were, she picked them up and handed it to him. “Here.” They were strangely warm.

“Kazami, how come these are warm?”

“I used some magic of mine, remember?” She picked up her dress, which dried the moment she touched it, and put it on. “It makes cleaning them easier.”

When they were fully dressed, she faced him. “What do we do now?”

“Let’s head back to the town. Maybe we can find an inn to stay at.”

“If that is the case, then I will take us back.”

She hugged him and soon he saw only darkness of the night sky. He felt his back against something and grass beneath his seated body. There was some weight upon him and he looked down to see Kazami close in to kiss him. His back was against rough tree bark and he could roughly see pale blossoms flitting down. They had returned to the large tree in the town again.

His hands circled around her as the two of them began to kiss again. He let his hands travel about her hips and up and down her legs before going under her clothes. She seemed to enjoy it, as she began to push herself against his shaft again. She must have straddled him when they were moving back here.

Eventually she pulled herself away. “You said it would go away, but it’s still here…” Her hands rested against his arms. “And you seem… eager.” She looked at him while she spoke.

He stared back into her eyes. “It was going down until you started pushing against me.”

“But your hands went under my kimono first.” Her voice was playful.

“…” He had no argument for that.

“Allow me to… release you of the problem.” He thought he saw her eye glow for a moment, but it must have been some sort of trick of the light. “Just… relax.” She moved her hands onto the top of his pants. Undoing it, she moved it down until his length was exposed to the cold night air.

“Kazami…” he wondered why he felt so calm. “… You don’t have to do this…”

“Yes, but I want to and I think you want it also,” she whispered into his ear. She moved lower and lower until she was out of sight. His mind was calmly empty, passive. He wondered why he was so adamant against her using her mouth before, and where the attitude had gone to.

He felt her lips enclose the tip of him and he gave a low moan as she slowly took him in. He could feel her tongue licking the underside and he wondered why he was against it in the first place. She went down a little further and he felt himself beginning to slowly go down her throat.

Oh yeah, he didn’t want her to push herself. “Ka… Kazami… Don’t push yourself…”

She pulled off, the sensation making him twitch and thrust a bit. “I’m not pushing myself…” she licked the underside from base to tip. “But you can push me to the bottom…”

He was looking into her eyes as she said it and suddenly it sounded like a pleasing idea. She took him in down her throat again. This time, he placed a hand on her head and gently pushed down. He felt her take more and more of him in, stopping until she was at the base. Just as slowly she began to pull away. He had tried to keep himself from moaning, but it began to slip past his lips. His breaths were starting to get heavy.

Pulling off, she gave the tip a light flick. One of her hands lightly grasped the base of him and gently stroked his length. She put the tip in her mouth again, but this time only went down to a third of the length. She started to slowly move up and down, her hand still massaging him.

“Kazami…” His body twitched with each movement she made. His hand stayed on her head, gently pushing her down in a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes followed the movement of her head. Her eyes were closed, but he still looked at them regardless.

With each repetition, he found himself pushing her lower and lower. Before long, she was continually reaching the base, her hand stroking up and down as her head moved. It felt so good…

“Ah… Kazami…” he found himself beginning to say her name again and again. He vaguely thought that he was having sex with her mouth. He was pushing her down harder, wanting to go as deep as possible. Somehow instead of just one hand, both of them were against the back of her head. She let him have control over her, pulling off only when she needed to breathe.

“Kazami… I… I think I’m… I’m… gonna come… soon…” A thought came across him. “H-Hey… what… will you do when I… I come?” It was tough to think.

“Mm…” She moved off of him to breath. “What happens happens.” She took him in again. It sounded like a brilliantly sexy plan…

She moved up and down but always ended before the base, leaving room for her hand to fiercely stroke him. He was losing control of his voice and it was incredibly arousing to see and hear her at work. It was beginning to build up again, that feeling. His voice became louder and louder, attempting to say her name over and over. His hands roughly pushed her down each time, wanting to reach that point again.

And then he finally came, hard. Even though he thought he was prepared for the wonderful sensation again, it still surprised and overwhelmed him. As the first wave of intense pleasure hit him again, he gave off guttural cries as the hot liquid coursed through him and down her throat. He continued to thrust into her, pulling back to her mouth and ending in deep inside of her again and again. He felt it flow through him constantly, coating her insides and making hotter and better.

She pulled away to breath, a thick, long trail of cum connecting her mouth to him. She continued to stroke him fiercely, beckoning him to shoot more, thick shots of his cum landing on her face. She quickly lowered herself onto him again, letting him thrust and shoot down her throat until he couldn’t anymore.

When she was sure that he was finished, she finally pulled herself off of him, the trail of cum still there. After taking a breath, she began to suck out whatever was left in him from the tip. Using some magic, she picked up the cum that had gone down the sides of his member and gathered it into a white ball.

“Ka…Kazami…” he was exhausted and could hardly focus. His hands were no longer on her head, as they had fallen away when he finished coming. He was in a daze.

She brushed off more cum from her face with more magic, adding it to the white sphere of cum before inserting it into her mouth. She looked at him for a moment, thinking, and then brought her lips to his. She pried them open and pushed his still hot seed into him.

Perhaps it was the funny taste of it, but he found himself suddenly alert and aware of what had happened. His first thought was to reject the liquid she was forcing into his mouth. However, he was tired from the night’s activities and somehow she kept their mouths tightly locked. Her tongue easily overpowered his, preventing it from pushing it out.

If he wasn’t so spent, he might have been able to win. Giving in and in need of breath, he swallowed it. She pulled away surprised that he actually did it.

“…”

“…”

“… I… I didn’t think you’d… actually swallow it...”

“… I’m too tired to care… but one thing bothers me…”

“…”

“When you were using your… your mouth… I felt… peaceful and calm, which I was not when you first tried to do it… What happened?”

“I… hypnotized you.”

“… If I had the energy, I’d probably be a bit angry but… for now… I’m more interested in why you did it.”

“W-Well… you did it to me first.”

“…”

“…”

“…I did?”

“When… When you were on top, and I was about to… to… c-cum… your eyes glowed for a bit. I know that my eyes glow for a tiny moment when I do it, so that’s how I knew.”

“… That’s strange.”

He could feel her putting his pants back on. He did his best to accommodate her efforts. When she finished, she straddled him and let her head rest against his chest.

They remained like that for a bit.

“Ken-chan, we… we belong to each other now.” She held onto him tightly. “We did a lot of… things to each other, things that only we can do to each other. And… we’ll do more of it… do more things to each other.”

“…Yeah.” He was too tired to smile. The edges of his lips curled, but that was all.

She looked up at him. “But promise me… promise me that even if you don’t want to, you won’t put your… your… your cock i-into other women, okay?”

His arms, as heavy as they felt to him, wrapped around her body. He let his hands rest at her hips and pulled her upwards towards him, giving them a small squeeze. He kissed her. “Kazami, I love you.” It was almost pointless to say it; both of them knew it already. “I will always love you no matter what.” She let her head rest against his chest. “Whatever… whatever you might do… only you have the privilege to do it to me…”

“Then… Then I will allot to you the same opportunity.” He noticed that she was staring at the mark on his shoulder, tracing it with her fingertip through the cloth. She was a territorial, sexy beast that left her permanent mark on him. “I won’t let that huntress or any other woman do that to you again.”

It came across him that she hadn’t been able to forgive herself. He would have to talk to her about it another day.

“We… We really do belong to each other now…” her voice trailed off.

“I won’t leave you alone again, ever.”

It was warm and the night had been tiring for the both of them. He could already hear and feel her rhythmic breaths against him. A small blush and smile formed on her face. He gave her a kiss on her forehead followed by one last squeeze on her hips.

Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes.

He dreamed of his future with Kazami.