Bleach Porn Story: Better Left Unsaid
didn’t make any noise, or any sort of verbal protest to the pain–the
smallest wounds she’d recieved while face-to-face with a Hollow were far
worse than this. Even so, she heard the clang of the offending blade
falling to the ground, followed by the immediate apology of her sparring
partner.
“Oh, Yoruichi-sama–I’m so sorry!” Soi Fong fell prostrate to the
ground, lowering her face as close to the grass as it would get, just so
that she didn’t have to shame herself further by looking her lady in the
eye. “Please forgive me…I wasn’t paying attention and I–“
“Hey, what do you have to be sorry about?” The jovial tone of Yoruichi’s
voice made the young girl raise her eyes, hesitantly, to find that her
sempai was far from angry. In fact, she almost seemed happy. “…That’s
the first time you’ve been able to hit me, after all!” It took Soi a
moment to realize that, as always, Yoruichi was right. She wanted to
share in the princesses’ pride, but she couldn’t get her mind off what
had just happened.
“But…you’re bleeding…”
“Pfft. It’s only a scratch, it’ll heal itself,” Yoruichi said as she
wiped off the slowly trickling red liquid with her free hand. “Besides,
it’s my fault I didn’t move fast enough.” Soi almost didn’t give the
older woman’s casual statement a second thought until something occured
to her.
…Not fast enough? Since when?
Yoruichi had certainly been correct– in all the years she’d spent
training with the heir to the Shihouin clan, Soi had never once been
able to lay a finger on her, and usually only succeeded in avoiding
being knocked out immediately due to some lucky blocking. There was no
way that the strike she’d made would’ve have come within a foot of
Yoruichi normally…not to mention that she seemed a little…unlike
herself today.
For one thing, she’d shown up late for their sparring match, and she was
usually the first one to reach the clearing where their mock battles
took place. For another, even though it wasn’t her business, Soi had
noticed that Yoruichi had been spending more time around the 12th
Division Captain, a man whom Soi had only met once or twice named
Urahara Kisuke. It wouldn’t be much– just him leaning in to speak
quietly to her, or calling the princess over to a deserted alleyway and
her showing up an hour later. While the subject of their discussions
remained unknown to the young girl, the rumors spreading about the two
had reached her ears so many times that she often wondered if they were
true…
“Hey, are you still there?” Yoruichi asked playfully, pulling Soi out of
her reverie.
“Oh, um…Yes, Yoruichi-sama, forgive me for–“
“Now don’t go starting that up again,” the chocolate-toned beauty said
while arching an eyebrow. “…I told you it was alright, didn’t I?” Soi
nodded in silent agreement, then Yoruichi picked up their blades and
hooked them beneath her right arm. “Come on, I’m hungry. Let’s see if we
can get something from the kitchen, all right?” Soi allowed herself the
tiniest of grins as they set off back in the direction of Soul Society.
The cooks only fed people at a certain time, but for the heiress to one
of the four noble houses, they would’ve set out a feast at two in the
morning.
The young girl was about to point this fact out to Yoruichi when she
looked at her sempai and blinked. She seemed perfectly normal, other
than the slightly downcast expression on her face. Not passive, like
when she was forced to talk to someone in her traditional kimono and
royal attire, or even serious as though she had her mind on something
especially grave. It was almost…sad. But Yoruichi was never seemed
like she was sad about anything. Unless…
“…Yoruichi-sama?”
“Hmm?” Yoruichi’s face immediately melted back into the familiar grin,
almost making Soi think she had imagined the slight melancholy on her
features.
“…Nothing…” Soi finished with a shrug, chiding herself quietly for
not being forthright with the closest person she could call a ‘friend.’
The younger of the two immediately went quiet, not noticing the look
return to Yoruichi’s face again.
Yoruichi sighed to herself, wondering how long she could keep this up,
pretending that nothing was going to change.
It’s happening tonight, Kisuke had said when she’d ‘spoken’ to him this
morning. She knew this should have come as no surprise, but she just
hadn’t been expecting it to happen THIS quickly. He’d been working for
the last week and a half on the experimental gate, and all he needed was
until nightfall to ensure that it would be stable enough for safe
passage to the human world.
Kisuke had asked her, for about the fiftieth time since she’d agreed to
accompany him, if she was certain about going with him, about giving
everything up, her position and her throne. She’d answered as she had
before; that she didn’t regret her decision if it meant helping him,
that she was tired of all the standing on ceremony and the dull monotony
of high-class living, that being a princess of Soul Society meant
nothing to her. She’d be glad to be rid of it.
Well, then…you’ll have ’til tonight to say goodbye.
Hmph. To who, she’d asked with a skeptical look. Byakuya-kun? He’ll
probably turn us in if I ever told him ANY of this.
And then…he’d just given her this look. He stared straight into her
eyes, as if he could see right through her, through the carefully
constructed walls she’d put around herself, and the slightest glimpse of
the person who’d stolen their way into her heart.
Yoruichi tried to shake off the memory, letting her eyes land on Soi,
who was walking a few steps behind her. It didn’t help, and in fact only
intensified what Kisuke’s look had meant.
…She deserves to hear it from you, at least, he’d said simply before
they parted ways.
Stop it, she told herself with an angry shake of the head while they
left the woods. It was hard to admit, she’d been denying it from the
moment she’d known that she had to help Kisuke escape, but it was true.
She wouldn’t miss anything or anyone in Soul Society.
Anyone except her.
As Soi ate, carefully taking small, meticulous bites of her meal, she
nudged her tray slightly in Yoruichi’s direction. The older woman,
however, was too occupied in her own thoughts to notice the gesture. Now
Soi was certain that something was bothering her–Yoruichi usually liked
to swipe food from her when she wasn’t looking, then would smile
innocently like it was all just a game to her. It was getting harder by
the minute to stay quiet, to let her concerns remain unheard, and it
didn’t help that what she’d overheard about Captain Urahara and the
princess kept popping up in her mind.
It can’t be true, she thought silently, but…
“Y-Yoruichi-sama?” The Captain shook her head slightly, as if fighting
off sleep, then turned in Soi’s direction while setting down her
chopsticks.
“Hey, what is it, Soi? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight…”
“Well, actually…” Soi began, struggling to meet her sempai’s gaze. She
was silent for a moment, deliberating if she should say anything, but
finally swallowed her fear and spoke. “…I noticed that you were,
well… Yoruichi-sama, is…something wrong?”
“…What makes you say that?” Yoruichi asked once the shock of being
seen through had worn off.
“Well, it’s just…you don’t seem like yourself tonight,” the young girl
said as she averted her eyes. “I…I know it’s none of my business, but
I was…”
“…Yeah?”
“I was…worried…about you, Yoruichi-sama.” Yoruichi’s eyes widened
slightly at her friend’s statement. Soi never talked to her like this,
never shared her feelings openly unless it was to beg for forgiveness or
pledging eternal loyalty to her. Normally Yoruichi would never allow any
of her subordinates to show such concern on her behalf, but with Soi, it
was…well…sweet. Almost cute. “A-and,” Soi continued after a brief
pause, “…I…just wanted to say that…if y-you wanted to tell me…I
wouldn’t be able t-to help, but I could listen, at least…”
“Soi Fong,” Yoruichi interrupted with a smile, “I’m all right. Really.
But thanks for your concern.” Soi wasn’t finished, however, and started
talking again as soon as Yoruichi stopped, as if she’d been waiting for
a chance to interject.
“Well, um… then if you don’t mind me asking… I…”
Just ask her, Soi told herself severely. She won’t get mad at
you…right?
“…Yoruichi-san…it’s about you and…and Captain Urahara…” the
younger of the two was so busy screwing up her courage that she didn’t
notice Yoruichi’s face turn deathly pale.
…Does she know?
“Is…is it true t-that you’re getting…”
“…What?” Yoruichi asked uncertainly, as the end of the sentence had
faded out of audibility. With a deep breath, Soi asked in a clearer
tone.
“…Is it true that you’re both getting…married?” The older woman did
a double take, confused.
“Married? Why would Kisuke and I get married?”
“Well…I…I’ve seen you both…together…a lot lately and, well…
I’ve heard people say that you two should…” To her surprise, Yoruichi
began to laugh.
“Soi,” the princess told her shocked guardian once she’d managed to calm
down, “…I’ve been around him too long to see him like that. We’re
friends. Good friends, but that’s all.” Soi breathed a sigh of relief,
feeling slightly more relaxed now that her fears had been assuaded.
Yoruichi was just glad that the plan hadn’t been compromised. “…Is
that what you were worried about?” At the sudden question, Soi nearly
choked on the tea she’d been drinking, not wanting to give herself away
but knowing that her behavior may as well have been a red flag.
“Uh…I…” Soi muttered, speechless, her face getting redder by the
minute, which in turn made Yoruichi laugh again. She tried to imagine a
time before Soi had come into her life that her smiles had appeared this
easily, that her status as royalty had brought anything good or
worthwhile. Yoruichi hated ever having to ruin her time with Soi by
being serious, but she knew that the longer she hesitated, the harder it
would be to tell her what she needed to.
The late dinner over, Soi had graciously requested to take leave of
Yoruichi, on the grounds that she wanted to bathe before going to bed.
Her sempai had granted the request easily enough, but it was something
else that was occupying Soi’s thoughts as she soaked in the simmering
water, listening half-heartedly to the sound of cicadas and the rustle
of the grass around the hot spring. Yoruichi was doing her best to put
up a good front, but Soi could tell that something was still on her
mind. It hadn’t helped that she had started to tell Soi Fong something
as she headed in the direction of her room, but had shrugged it off and
dismissed her silently.
Is Yoruichi-sama angry at me about something?
She couldn’t imagine what it was, but then, she probably did a million
things every day that irritated the Captain. Yoruichi seemed to be
somewhat tense around her these days, as if Soi’s very presence was an
abberation to her. She couldn’t say she blamed Yoruichi if that was the
case– someone as strong and beautiful as her had no buisness hanging
around someone so unremarkable. Even so, it had made her glad to hear
Yoruichi say that she wasn’t in love with Urahara, and not only that,
tonight had been the most time she’d spent with the Goddess alone. She
was still smiling at the thought when she felt herself nod off, then
woke up just enough to pull herself out of the calming pool and slip on
a simple aquamarine yukata, reminiscing to when Yoruichi had given it to
her as she pulled on the silk robe.
Yoruichi said it was a late Christmas gift, leaving Soi embarrassed
about the meager one she’d bestowed upon her sempai. Normally her pride
would’ve never let her accept such a beautiful thing, but for Yoruichi,
she’d made an exception. There was rarely a night when she didn’t wear
it to bed.
Soi reached her room in the Shihouin palace a few hours to midnight,
yawning as she quietly slid the door open. The decor was rather spartan;
in spite of Yoruichi’s occasional quips regarding its plainness, Soi
never felt compelled to turn it into anything other than a sleeping
quarters. The only thing here that would’ve attracted any attention was
the bed, covered with the most expensive and comfortable fabrics Soi had
ever slept in. It was definitely an advantage of being one of Yoruichi’s
personal bodyguards, aside from being in constant proximity to the
princess. Too tired to make any attempt at formality, Soi tore the
sheets off the bed, sighing gratefully as she felt the cool futon with
her hand.
She was just slipping between the covers as she heard the door slide
shut behind her. Instantly, all lingerings of fatigue left Soi, and she
turned toward the threshold with hands arched in a combat stance. Until
she saw who was standing there.
“Y…Yoruichi-sama!” Soi put her hands down immediately, letting them
rest at her sides, hoping that her superior wouldn’t consider her
actions a sign of impudence. Yoruichi made no notice of Soi’s reaction,
and steadily began to approach the younger girl. She almost hesitated
when she realized what Soi was wearing… and how beautiful she looked
in it.
No, she told herself quietly, with an urgency that seemed abnormal, but
then she stopped herself. What did she have to be ashamed of? It
certainly wasn’t anybody’s business if she found her subordinate
attractive. But it was the intensity of the attraction, the feeling in
the pit of her stomach urging her on, that was strange. She felt hungry
looking at Soi, more so for a girl she’d never touched than anyone she’d
had in her whole life. Moreover, Soi was so plain to look at– at least
that’s what everyone else seemed to think, with her stoic features and
practically flat chest. Yoruichi knew better, though, and the fact that
no one showed an interest in her only made her want to keep Soi closer.
She didn’t want anyone else to see her the way she did; to see the girl
who any man…any woman, for that matter…who’d give her a chance would
kill to have…
“Wh-what is it? Are you hurt?” Soi’s worried questions brought Yoruichi
back to reality, although reality was the last thing she wanted to deal
with now.
“No…” She had to say it. Now. Soi, I’m leaving. I hope I’ll get a
chance to see you again. Goodbye. But all she could do was stare at the
younger girl’s exposed shoulder, where the yukata had slid down
slightly. Just enough to tease her. Entice her.
“Yoruichi-sama…What do you n–” Soi never got a chance to finish her
question, as her eyes locked with Yoruichi for the first time all
night–silver irises colliding with golden ones. There was a silence
between them for a few moments, an understanding giving Yoruichi
assurance that was lost on Soi Fong. Before she could react, Soi felt
something soft make contact with her lips, pressing against them with a
hesitant intensity that obliterated any conscious thought she may have
had before.
It was only when Yoruichi’s face slowly pulled away from her own that
Soi realized what had happened.
Yoruichi had kissed her.
The princess recoiled, slowly, reluctantly as a lifetime’s worth of
sensations blossomed inside her at once. She hadn’t imagined that Soi
would taste like that, that she would smell so good this close. Any
seblance of restraint Yoruichi might have been exhibiting in that first
kiss evaporated. She wrapped her arms around a still-paralyzed Soi, felt
her eyes slide shut as she pulled the girl in again, wanting to be sure
that she wasn’t imagining this ecstacy, this exhilaration that had
awakened. She hadn’t been.
Soi was weakening with every kiss Yoruichi continued to plant on her
hesitant lips, her mind protesting this even as her body was beginning
to surrender. This was wrong, Yoruichi was her superior–her Captain,
her Goddess, her princess. She wasn’t thinking clearly, didn’t know what
she was doing. She wouldn’t have been able to fight much longer if
Yoruichi’s hand hadn’t slid beneath the waist of her robe, hadn’t been
slowly making its way upward…Oh, gods.
“S…Stop,” Soi managed, pushing away from Yoruichi and tripping
backwards onto the bed. The princess seemed to come back from her state
of bliss, but her eyes were as unfocused and entranced as they were a
moment ago. “Y-Yoruichi-sama…y-you can’t do this. Y…You don’t want
me, you’re just not feeling well and–“
“…I do.” Soi froze instantly at Yoruichi’s statement, uttered in a
sensual whisper as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“W…what?” Had Yoruichi…had she really meant that? In her shock she
hadn’t realized that her Captain was on top of her until she felt their
breasts touching through their thin clothing, along with Yoruichi’s warm
breath on her neck. In spite of her resistance, Soi trembled as her
master whispered into her ear, the sensation making her temperature rise
dramatically.
“I…want…you,” Yoruichi said slowly, making sure that she wasn’t
mistaken. “And…I know you want this too.” Soi was about to ask what
Yoruichi meant when the older woman provided the answer for her. “…Do
you really think…that I haven’t noticed every single time you’ve
looked at me? All those times when you thought I didn’t notice?” The
Chinese girl’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, uncertain of what to
say. It was true, some part of her had always wanted this, ever since
she’d first laid eyes on Yoruichi, but she’d buried it so far down,
never being foolish enough to believe that it could happen. She’d been
lucky that Yoruichi even considered her a friend, that she even
tolerated her.
“B-but…” Soi began, but Yoruichi silenced her with a smoldering gaze.
“…What is it that you want, Soi Fong?” Yoruichi wanted so much to kiss
her again, to silence her hesitations under the weight of her passion,
but she waited patiently, not wanting to rush Soi’s decision, whatever
it would be.
“…I…” Soi gazed at the woman towering over her, feeling years of
suppressed desire and longing aching to be freed, losing herself in the
beauty of Yoruichi’s eyes. She didn’t understand it–why her Goddess
would come to her out of the blue, tell her that she wanted her, look at
her like she was the most beautiful person in the world. But for once,
she didn’t want to. “…I want…” Unheeded, Soi’s arms found their way
around Yoruichi’s neck, her eyes closing ecstatically as Yoruichi kissed
her, and this time the young girl began to kiss back.
Soi didn’t care anymore–if they were caught, if Yoruichi was just
drunk, if this was some suppressed fantasy she’d lost control over–
none of it mattered, only the woman she’d been dreaming of for so long.
The kisses, which had started so quietly, soon became slower, deeper,
more passionate. Soi’s arms tightened around Yoruichi’s head, while the
older woman was busy caressing her through the greenish-blue fabric,
getting a far more satisfying stream of moans than a push away this
time. Soi struggled to continue the ravenous tempo that Yoruichi’s
tongue was setting, but when the sensation in her breasts became
unbearable, Soi broke the kiss, issuing a long, low moan while her eyes
were half-shut with the abundance of desire.
“M…more…” she whispered while writhing underneath a very close
Yoruichi, who, understanding the unspoken request, began to slide the
younger girl’s yukata off her skin. The room was filled with the sound
of their heavy breathing, the sliding noise of a silk obi coming undone.
Yoruichi gasped, hypnotized, once she’d freed Soi of the bothersome
clothing and saw her–naked–for the first time. She was blushing a
little, but whether from embarrassment or lust Yoruichi couldn’t tell.
All she could do was take in those gentle curves, her small breasts, the
flawless pearl color of her skin. Soi looked away, certain that Yoruichi
was regretting her decision now. Instead she heard something that no one
had ever used to describe her before.
“…Beautiful…” Soi turned back to face the princess, uncertain that
she had really heard what she did, but before she could ask her lips
were once again enveloped in Yoruichi’s, who seemed even more aroused
than before now. The older woman kissed Soi passionately for as long as
she could, until the rest of her body called out to her, and her lips
began a slow journey downward. Soi was struggling to breathe now,
moaning and whimpering with the slightest touch of that mouth on her
skin, each kiss burning deep inside her, awakening feelings and wants
she’d never known existed. She shuddered when she felt Yoruichi pause at
her breast, gasped as her experienced tongue had run laps around her
rose-colored bud, hardening it and making the sensation all the more
pronounced. She slowly put a hand on the back of Yoruichi’s head, daring
now to touch the Goddess, to defile her by soiling her with unworthy
hands. Yoruichi’s soul leapt as she felt that small, slightly calloused
hand running through her short hair, making her scalp tingle with the
brush of each fingertip. Urged onward, Yoruichi continued the long train
of kisses, Soi’s hand never leaving its place on her head. The moans
grew louder, more frequent as Yoruichi went past her ribs…down her
smooth belly…buried her face in the small patch of hair below her
navel. From here, Yoruichi could smell Soi’s musk, the wetness that was
saturating her thighs and was driving Yoruichi mad.
“…Yoruichi-sama…please…” Soi whispered above her lover, frightened
that the slight pause meant Yoruichi had grown tired of her and was
going to stop. She never, ever, wanted her to stop again. Soi knew that
this was the point of no return now, that she desired this too much to
let it slip through her fingers. Yourichi said nothing, then all of a
sudden Soi felt something new– a pair of fingers gently caressing her
between her thighs. It didn’t arouse her as much as Yoruichi’s mouth,
but it was still Yoruichi doing it to her, so she moaned anyway, jumping
each time those fingertips brushed her swollen clit. Soi squirmed
restlessly as Yoruichi’s fingers slowly went deeper into her, probing as
if looking for something. When Yoruichi found Soi’s barrier, she pulled
her fingers back and looked the younger girl square in the eye.
“…Ready?” Soi blinked, the blush on her cheeks definitely coming from
arousal this time. Ready? Ready for what? She wasn’t sure what Yoruichi
meant, why she was staring at her with that serious look in her eye, but
if it meant Yoruichi would continue then it didn’t matter. Slowly,
hesitantly, she nodded her compliance. A moment later she understood as,
with one swift thrust, Yoruichi drove her two fingers through Soi’s
cherry, illiciting from Soi a surprised scream that was equal parts
excruciating pain and unbearable pleasure. Not giving Soi a chance to
cry, or to collect herself, Yoruichi plunged in and out of her at a
steady pace, the hurt already being swallowed up by ravenous lust.
“Oh, yes…Yoruichi-sama…deeper…faster…” were the only words Soi
could get out of her mouth, everything else was an incoherent gasp, a
libinious howl. Her stoic, rigid persona was getting farther and farther
away from her as Yoruichi claimed her, her body instinctively undulating
with the older woman’s touch in her most private spot. Before long she
gasped as she felt something else– Yoruichi’s thumb– teasing her anus
while she tongued Soi’s belly button. A fire was growing inside of her
now, gathering in intensity as it spread down from her chest to her
loins, making her shake like a leaf in the wind. She didn’t know what
this was, what Yoruichi was doing to her, but something inside told her
not to fight it–to welcome it joyfully. “Yes…yes…oh,
God…Yoruichi…Yoruichi…YORUICHI!” Soi screamed her master’s name as
she climaxed, as though that one word could sum up everything that was
going through her head, how different she felt as if born anew, neither
of them noticing that she’d just referred to the princess without an
honorific. Soi’s trembling quietly subsided while Yoruichi drank up
Soi’s essence, its taste far more potent than nectar and ambrosia, more
addictive than any drug. She was so busy lapping up every last delicious
drop of Soi that she wasn’t prepared when the no-longer virgin flipped
her over, pinning her to the bed. She blinked at Soi, about to ask what
was happening when when the girl spoke in a clear, lustful whisper.
“…My turn.” Yoruichi stared at Soi, amazed at the sudden change in her
demeanor. Being taken at the hands of the Goddess had triggered
something different in Soi at this moment, a strange and uncontrollable
desire that glittered in the young girl’s dark, smoldering eyes.
Yoruichi almost protested, or she would have if she could think straight
enough to speak. The truth was, the idea of being submissive for once,
being dominated by her inexperienced pupil…aroused her. She couldn’t
think as Soi slid her tongue inside her mouth, wasting no time while she
began to tear at Yoruichi’s Correction Corps uniform, which she’d left
on all night and by now was soaked with the sweat of both their earlier
workout and the current one they were enjoying. Yoruichi felt a slight
bubble of desire, anticipation, grow within her as Soi rid her of the
skimpy black halter-top, replacing the spots where the fabric had
touched her skin with hot, wet kisses. Yoruichi tried to stifle a moan,
something she could easily enough contain normally, as Soi fondled her
nipples, her little tongue teasing the sensitive space between
Yoruichi’s twin globes.
“Oh…” she muttered weakly as Soi imitated her and kissed her way down
her stomach, worshipping the immaculate beauty of the Goddess’s dark
skin. Yoruichi had been completely wrong about Soi– not only did this
feel wonderful, the young girl’s mouth was doing things to her that she
didn’t think she was capable of feeling, unchaining sounds of pleasure
that no other lover she’d had could’ve gotten out of her. She felt her
breathing grow shallow, her heart beat faster as Soi slid her pants
down, letting out a yelp as Soi laid a small kiss on her shaven, soaking
wet pussy. She couldn’t hide it, the extent of her desire anymore.
“Soi…” Yoruichi whispered hungrily, her eyes pleading as she spread
her legs apart as far as they would go. “…Fuck me. I…I want you to.
Fuck me and make me scream your name. Please…”
Soi didn’t need to be told twice. But instead of using her fingers like
Yoruichi had, being so close to her master’s flower and breathing in its
intoxicating fragrance had given her a different idea. She stared at the
spot between Yoruichi’s legs for a long time, amazed by how beautiful it
looked, how perfect it was, glistening in the low light. Hypnotized, Soi
leaned forward and kiss the older woman’s inner thigh. She smiled as she
felt Yoruichi gasp, heard a low moan that she knew SHE had caused, then
slowly kissed further up, stopping at the very brink of her red rose.
She was so close to the source of that wonderful smell that she
hesitated, drinking it in with her nose and getting lost in the
sensation. Yoruichi, however, was getting impatient.
“Soi…don’t…st–” she began, but it became a loud “oh, God” when she
felt Soi’s tongue plunge inside her. While Yoruichi pushed her face
closer, desperate for more, Soi experimentally ran her tongue up and
down her slit, coming to a stop when it ran across a little pink nub
that made Yoruichi arch and moan when she kissed it. As Soi teased her
clit, Yoruichi’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gripped
hard on the bed, the feeling and knowledge that it was Soi Fong– HER
Soi Fong– who was doing this to her making it all the more erotic. She
made a noise somewhere between a yelp and a whimper as Soi tentatively
bit down on her love button while caressing it with her tongue.
Oh God. I’m… She’s making me… The possibility seemed beyond reason,
especially since she couldn’t remember the last time she had climaxed
for real, but here it was, making her body feel like it was liquid
mercury, her lungs feel like they were being crushed.
“S-Soi…I’m…I’m going to…” Then coherence abandoned her as an
explosion tore through her, finding its way out through where Soi’s
mouth was. She vaguely recalled forcing Soi’s tongue as deep inside her
as it could go, bellowing the word “Soi” at the top of her lungs, but
she was too lost in the cleansing blankness of her orgasm to give
anything else any thought. Yoruichi’s muscles gave out on her all at
once, making her collapse onto the bed with her face burning red and her
breathing shallow, desire unlike any she’d ever known overwhelming her
senses.
She was vaguely aware of Soi crawling on top of her, her face drenched
in Yoruichi’s cum but was too busy drowning in bliss to notice. The
smell of herself brought back some life to Yoruichi, however, and she
slowly pulled herself up to Soi, licking the love juice off her face in
long, slow strokes like a cat, loving the way Soi trembled as she did
so. When her face was clean again, she gently pulled Soi down so that
the young girl was laying on top of her, then began to lovingly suckle
on the locks of hair that had been soaked by her orgasm. She was
surprised to find that she almost tasted as good as Soi did, but then it
helped that her cum was sprinkled all over Soi’s delicious skin. When
Yoruichi was satisfied with her handiwork she lay back against the bed,
the room full of their irregular gasping for breath. She held Soi as
close as she could, sensing her desire renew as she felt herself make
contact with her lover, their womanhoods gently kissing.
Yoruichi stared at Soi as their breathing relaxed, wanting to take her
again, to make her protege bring her to another perfect climax. But as
she looked in Soi’s eyes she saw something else reflected in in the
young girl’s eyes–not to mention the slight pitter-patter of a drop of
salty water landing on her face. Soi was crying– the first time she’d
ever seen her do so. Suddenly Yoruichi’s desire left her, replaced with
something else she hadn’t experienced in years. She felt her heart
breaking as Soi wept silently, wearing an unreadable expression on her
face–almost as if Soi’s pain were transferring to her. She wanted to
wipe those tears away, to hold her and tell her that everything was all
right.
“…Soi?” She asked quietly, unaware that one of her hands had found its
way to her lover’s face, a thumb gently tracing the tracks Soi’s tears
had left. Soi didn’t say anything, but lowered her head and kissed
Yoruichi. The princess hesitated since this kiss, with Soi’s hands
cupping her face, wasn’t like any she’d had before. It wasn’t a
precursor of more erotic things to come, nor was it a passionate, hungry
one. It was a kiss that demanded nothing; it was almost innocent and
pure in its gentleness. Yoruichi felt herself melt, a warmth grow within
her as she returned Soi’s affection, her lips fulfilling her in a way
that she knew no one else’s ever could. As gently as she had started,
Soi ended the kiss, leaving Yoruichi feeling strangely empty in her
wake. She gazed into her young lover’s fathomless, dark eyes, aware that
something inside her was surrendering, but to what she didn’t know.
“…Yoruichi-sama?” Soi asked quietly, resting her head in the space
between the princess’s shoulder and neck. Yoruichi lightly put an arm
around Soi, which made her feel she’d gained something she had been
missing her entire life, and could only possess it as long as she held
onto her.
“Yeah…?” Soi hesitated, still afraid to say what was truly in her
heart even after what she’d shared with her Goddess just now. But she
felt too much now to hold it in, as if for once everything in her life
was good and right and wonderful. She was tired of holding back.
“I…I love you.”
Soi had said it, quickly, in barely a whisper, but it resonated within
Yoruichi as if she’d screamed it to the world. No lover had ever uttered
such sweet, gentle words to her, but even if they had she doubted they
they would mean anything the way it did now. She’d never thought
anything could sound so beautiful, make her feel so complete. Yoruichi
had stumbled upon something so perfect that she wanted to hold onto it
forever, never let Soi go again, never be with anyone else. She wrapped
both her arms around Soi, pulling her into a protective embrace, only
vaguely aware of the words forming on her lips.
“…I…” she began, but before she could finish, Yoruichi froze.
Suddenly the weight of the world hit her again, as if it had been
waiting until this moment to remind her of her duty to her oldest
friend. Of her promise.
Soi didn’t hear Yoruichi begin to speak– the peace surrounding her and
penetrating her soul blocked out everything but the warmth of her
master’s skin. Yoruichi wanted to finish that sentence, not just now,
but every day for the rest of her life– she didn’t want to leave
anymore, didn’t want to be anywhere that Soi wasn’t, wanted to disappear
into her and never go back again. Instead, all she could do was hold her
tighter, biting her lip and hating herself for remaining silent. Soi
made her weak, and that wasn’t something she could afford–even if that
weakness was infinitely more rewarding than her strength.
When she was certain that Soi was deep asleep, that wonderful,
unassuming, trusting smile still on her face, Yoruichi slid out of bed,
not wanting to look at her again, lest her heart beckon her, like a
siren, back to the only one she could ever truly love. It was that, more
than anything, that taunted Yoruichi as she slipped on her uniform and
left without a word.