Sexual Healing

Battered, bruised, alone the archer rode. The only haven available to this warrior was merely metres ahead, but this particular warrior was so beaten they weren’t sure if they would make it. Having escaped the bloodbath at Ueda Castle, as well as the near-fatal flooding of the low lying plains in which they were stationed, the archer only wished now for somewhere to recuperate. A blurry shrine was in sight. It would do.

Sight hazy having nearly being knocked out several times during the battle as well as being caught in the river’s current, as well as losing considerable blood, the archer attempted to dismount at the foot of the shrine. They could not walk however, and before long this person keeled over, lying unconscious where they stood, their horse standing beside them pitifully, nudging their body.

Various shrine maidens noticed the tattered archer and notified Okuni duly. The magnanimous dancer herself came to investigate, her eyes widening and a short gasp escaped when she recognised the high ranked Tokugawa officer lying crumpled on the ground. She herself made to pick the officer up, aided by nameless miko. One thing was for sure, she wasn’t going to be held responsible for letting this one die on her shrine.

A few, long drawn out minutes of hauling the nearly dead weight into a virtually empty guestroom, Okuni and her miko effectively flung the officer onto the bed and let her rest for a while. The others attending to their more immediate duties, mainly the upkeep of the shrine and welcoming civilian visitors, Okuni was left to watch over the comatose general.

Bold dark eyes glazed over the knocked out form; the lithe athletic build; taut muscles yet barely noticeable under a brief glance; the soft blues of the uniform kimono and hakama; the gold headband and the proud Honda beads slung around a slender neck; the raven black hair, like the finest of newly spun silks falling down over the scarred, dull onyx of the armour. Okuni leaned forward over the officer’s motionless face; the unwavering silvery stare hidden behind closed lids, handsome face framed by the obsidian locks, unmoving lips that spoke of many different things, captivating the listener, even the watcher…

Okuni observed the general, and released there was no visible sign of life. She stood up, prepared to call back her miko, but thought better of it and instead opted to see for herself. Her hand drifted over the muffled steel breastplate, loosened it ever so slightly and pressed shyly against the bare skin of the officer’s chest, feeling the faint heartbeat that still went on. She hovered over their mouth, feeling the slight breath tickle her ear. “Definitely still hanging in there…” Okuni mused, as she smiled and stroked the officer’s face, kissing raven roots before leaving the room. She cast one more look over the general and left.


The officer did not wake up the next day, even as their wounds were attended to. Okuni dutifully stayed by their side, for whatever reason was beyond her miko cohorts. Regardless, they left her to it instead of asking; they knew better than that. A couple of days passed, no awakening happened; and Okuni, as she was known to do, found herself falling for the general in her care.

“Inahime…”

Sitting at the bedside she waited and waited, leaving only to attend to her own most basic of needs. Day fell and night rose. She lingered as the long hours wore on, the shaft of midnight moonlight illumining the door.

Ina herself was still very much wracked with pain as she eventually came round, but she made no sounds, her hidden looks very much focused on the illuminated figure near the doorway. A young woman was in the midst of undressing, a miko at that, lit up by the moon. Unusually fascinated by how the moonlight emphasised her curves and pale body, Ina watched stealthily, transfixed as she turned to face the archer and approached. It seemed she was still unaware that Ina was wide awake.

The miko walked around the side and lay beside Ina. Mildly alarmed, the archer remained as still as she could possibly be, even as Okuni draped herself over Ina’s upper body. The miko leaned against a hand and toyed with the straps holding the dull grey breastplate together, loosening them as she hummed melodically.

Ina could not bring herself to move. What on earth would her father think of her?!

Suddenly she bit her lip at the sensation of cold air hitting her bare skin as well as the dramatic temperature change back as Okuni’s wandering hands explored her upper body. The chill spread over the rest of her body as she was slowly disrobed completely by the miko atop of her. Wandering hands explored every inch of Ina, caressing, pinching and stroking as they went.

No longer able to feign unconsciousness, Ina grabbed Okuni’s hips and pushed herself on top. Wincing at the pain that plagued her still, the archer sat herself on top of the miko, eyeing her with a wild mix of anger at her being almost taken advantage of and also a deep lust, to turn the tables on the frisky priestess herself. Gripping Okuni’s wrists Ina pinned her down and stared her down with silvery eyes ablaze with wanton desire, silken black strands falling over her back, shoulders and onto Okuni’s neck and collarbone.

Needless to say, Okuni was very happy with the sudden change of position.

The miko looked up sultrily at her ‘prey’ who had instantly switched to ‘predator’ through half closed eyes, her smile speaking volumes. She pushed herself up against Ina and bit her lip lustily, to which the archer reacted fiercely by thrusting her tongue into the priestess’ mouth and forcing her right back down, putting her weight on top. Now, her own hands were doing the same as Okuni’s previously were, except with greater vigour and mindless lust.

Now Okuni was just wondering if that door was locked…even then her miko never usually bothered to go near when they heard the familiar sounds of groaning and gasping emanating from a room. Her attention was swiftly on Ina again when she felt her cold hand inside of her, letting out a strangled gasp at the sensation, tightening her grip on Ina’s shoulders.


“…Tadakatsu?”

“Yes my lord!”

“…where is your daughter?” asked Ieyasu, a little bemused as he looked up at his most trusted of retainers. Tadakatsu went blank, which would be amusing if he wasn’t so capable of killing you in so many horrific ways.

”I… have no idea.”


Ina herself was busy in Izumo giving Okuni the time of her life.

Not quite sure what she was doing, with only the knowledge of her doing it right judging from Okuni’s reactions, Ina increased the pace of her hand, and the miko got louder in her vocals, pushed up closer against the archer in an effort to get more of that...wonderful feeling from her. Ina responded in kind, and Okuni gripped her nearer, her short, needy breath hot on the archer’s shoulder. Before long, the miko cried out loudly, that indescribable, aforementioned feeling washing over her entire body, leaving her skin tingling, her senses on fire, her limbs useless and her lungs heaving.

Then, Ina kissed her. Okuni was mildly taken by surprise in her foggy aftermath. Ina wasn’t entirely sure why she did it, but maybe it was to do with the fact that Okuni looked so vulnerable and defenceless, and Ina just wanted to reassure her. Yeah, that made sense. The vehement passion that gripped the archer so recently was all but gone, instead, a more gentle, protective and loving side was revealed. She laid the miko down and kissed her again, trailing her mouth down Okuni’s body slowly and carefully paying attention to areas that drew the most vocal of responses.

The miko, who was enjoying it by all means, did want to show Ina how Izumo girls do it, but her attempt to wriggle free was swiftly stopped by Ina’s tongue sliding in where her hand was a few minutes ago. Her reaction was louder than before, writhing, helpless under Ina’s ministrations, breathlessly calling Ina’s name. Okuni’s nails dug into the archer’s shoulders, clawing at her, pulling her closer, trying to be closer than they physically could be.

Ina herself didn’t want to be left out on the fun, so she adjusted her position so that Okuni was half sitting in her lap, in such a way that any movement of either’s hips would elicit the most pleasurable of sensations. This is exactly what Ina started doing, manoeuvring their bodies together instinctively, though Okuni swore that the archer had done this before.

Maybe ol’ Nobuyuki Sanada is hopeless where it really matters?

The clawing increased to a more frantic pace to accompany that of the rate they moved together, soon joined by the occasional bite and a bruising, passionate kiss towards their frenzied finish. In their ecstasy, like a tingling, hidden wave crashing pure bliss onto them, Ina roared out first, spent, and very soon Okuni followed in a similar manner, the name Inahime slipping from her lips like thick honey. The archer crashed into a mess onto the priestess, both sated in their afterglow. A quiet, tired kiss from Ina and both lapsed into a deep, pleasant sleep.

Such a shame that she would have to return to the Tokugawa as soon as deemed possible, thought Okuni, as she watched the refreshed Ina saddle up. She daydreamed happily to herself about that wonderful night, thinking it amusing how Ina turned the tables so quickly on her, then again, wasn’t terribly surprising given just who her father is. A smile and a farewell gesture caught her off guard, and Okuni returned it as Ina galloped off, still waving goodbye.