It has been two days since that night.
"I can't believe I did that, and he was watching." She blushed and slides completely into my bath water.
Slowly her head emerges to a bombarding of yatos scent
"Yato!?" She was startled trying to cover up her breast.
"Hiyori I am very angry with you." He says slowly and firmly.
"What!! Your the one who came into my....!" She pauses as she sees yato slip off his shirt. "W..what do you think your doing." She stutters.
He gives her a measured look. "Well it is very steamy in here."
Hiyori is blushing heavily looking at his slightly toned and smooth body. "Well its a bath room I would think so." She says nervously trying to get her nerve back.
He slowly makes his way toward me
And sits behind her outside the tub. Hiyori is at a loss for words.
Strong fingers begin to massage her shoulders. Hiyori reaches up go stop him. " No, just lean back and let me do this."
Something about the way he said it relaxed and excited her.she relaxed a against the wall of the tub.
No one had washed her hair since she was a child. She had always been to impatient to wait on one of her fathers maids , and quite frankly, had considered another's hands on her an intrusion, but Yatos touch was different. Firm and gentle , it seemed more like a caress than a functional act, and the places his fingers lingered seemed to find the last corded bits of tension within her and unraveled them one slow circle at a time. He pressed gently at her temples and she groaned. How could Yato who has nearly no self control be so patient and gentle?
"Lean forward and close your eyes." Hiyori did, knowing what was coming and resenting it because it would mean the end to the moment. The thought was strange. Since when did she have moments like this with Yato?
* I'm aware, in japan they wash their hair before entering the bath, it runs smoother this way*
Warm water poured over her head, sluicing down her shoulders and into the water around her.a towel was placed in her hands. As she wiped her face, Yato gathered up the weight of her thick brown hair. "Your hair is beautiful."
" its alot of work"
"Don't ever cut it." He told her
Hiyori blushes intensly why am I letting him do this??
A glance up showed a stubborn set of his angular jaw and the broad stretch of his shoulders. She blinked I forgot he took his shirt off. She took a breath And wrestled with reality as Yato reached for the showed head.
There was a slight tapping sound, and the smell of honey. And Yatos hands were back in her hair, rubbing shampoo into the tangled hair, rubbing beneath to massage her scalp, finding all the spots that melted her bones. She decided to ignore his shirtless state. The pleasure was to unique to throw away in order to worry about something that couldent be helped.
Yatos hand on her shoulder brought her back against the tub. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the wide expanse of his shoulders. He was kneeling. "Relax, were gonna take this slow."
His fingers drifted to the hollow just below her ears and behind her jaw. Subtle pressure their sent bliss shuddering through her entire body. She dropped her hands to her sides and gave up fighting him, just letting float in the water. Her legs couldn't float bent like they were, but her thighs relaxed, falling to the sides as it just became too hard to keep them upright.
Yatos thumbs brushed her earlobes before withdrawing. Another shiver skipped along her pleasure center and settled, along with the rest in her core.
" That's it Hiyori."
She would be anything he wanted as long as he didn't disturb this moment, this contentment. From the tugs on her hair she knew he was working on the tangles, but no yanks indicated impatience. How can he be so calm when I'm so bothered.
He definitely liked her hair.she cracked her left lid. The cold quiet bathroom from thirty minutes ago now seemed intimate and warm.
His chuckle seemed to come from afar. His hands continued to stroke, the movements getting slower, broader stretching over her collarbone down to the tops of her breast in slow easy circles
Another scent blended with the honey. It took heart beats to identify it.Yato. She took a deep breath expirementing. Instead of disturbing her calm, knowing he was there- that he would always protect her increased her sense of security.
His hands lifted off her shoulders, riding up the arch of her neck, pressing her head back against the flat ridge of the tub into the cushion of his chest by stroking the underside of her chin with his fingertips. They trailed back down the same lazy path, lightly grazing her skin, skimming over her collarbone and then the tops of her breast. The fingers opened and stretched, extending until they reached the plump middle of her breast, holding there a heartbeat before retracing the course. Over and over Yato did the same thing, keeping her cocooned within the arc of his shoulders. His hands felt so good she didn't complain as he took the massage further, extending the touch as she sunk deeper into the cotton soft well of pleasure he created so effortlessly. He compelled her into the solid cushion of his chest. She couldent suppress the moan when on the next pass his fingertips reached the edge of her areola.
Thd shock of her own voice making that sound opposed her eyes open. She looked down. His hands were shockingly large they dwarfed her chest. And below, her nipples strained, hard and puckered as if from the cold. Except she wasnt. As she watched, those fingers slide further, grazing the hard peaks in a rasp of sensation. She jerked away.
"No Hiyori." Yatos forearms hooking over her shoulder kept her put for the next caress. His chest shifted behind her as he bent to whisper In her ear. "This is just for you hiyo."
The husky announcement slid along her nerves with the same finesse his fingertips slid over her nipples. Smooth and sure, sending little shocks outward that seemed to blend into the heaviness in her core. She only ever touched her own breast , but it never felt like this.
"Good, Hiyo. Just let me do the work."
As if I have a choice.
Over and over he perpetuated the broad caress, starting at her shoulders before slowly sweeping down to her nipples, circling them with his fingertips before retreating. And with every pass, the tingling grew, along with it, a sense of impatience.
She wanted more.
On the next pass, she arched. To no avail. He had her pinned. She was treated to another agrivatingly light barely there grazing her nipples. Water sloshed as she twisted her hips, and waves bathed over her women's place with little pulses of sensation. That fast, the tingling in her breast found a new place to make its presence known. Hiyoris knees fell all the way to the side, her legs to heavy to support. More ripples of warm water slid through her swollen folds, picking up the heat of her flesh and reflecting it back.
As if hearing the call, Yatos right hand slid over her nipple and kept on going , the rough palm startling a bolt of sensation as it caught on the tender tip. Her gasp prompted the hiss of his breath. A hiss she echoed as she watched His large hand graze her stomach, the fingers spreading and arching until only the middle one road her skin, sliding through the water darkened patch of curls covering her mound, hesitating a second before it dipped down the center.
"I—"
She never got to finish the thought because his left hand, still at her breast, turned, cupped and contracted. A sharp ache surged in her womb. Before she could get her breath back from that, Yato had her nipple between his fingers and her sweet spot under his control. He rubbed gently while his fingers squeezed, every move a delicate coaxing rather than a rough demand she would expect from a god of war.
Maybe it was the confusion of that very thing that had her lying there accepting it, or maybe it was the novelty of the achy tingling his touch engendered that had her staying so still. Whatever it was, she didn't fight, and didn't resist. Just sat there, a helpless victim of the magic Yato wielded so calmly.
After a few minutes the magic began to Webb, and she was left with just the sensation of his fingers delicately pinching the swollen nubs and his finger rubbing between her legs. This isn't enough. She needed more. She lifted herself into his touch.
A hoarse whisper approved her response. " That's it hiyori."
And the pressure increased. She had never felt anything like the sharp stab that whent through her at the deeper pressure.
"Oh..."
"Like that, Hiyori?
"I have never felt—" thank kami she bit her lip before she finished that scandalous statement.
Ironic since yato himself is a god.
"That's good, I can show your virgin body lots of new things."
She twisted into the pinch of his fingers on her nipple, losing the sensation on her clit as she did.
"Now look what you did," Yato murmured against her ear, his deep voice as seductive as his touch. "You messed up my rhythem." Pressure on her right shoulder dropped her back into place. "No moving. Your job is to sit there and feel good."
"I can't." Everything in her gathered into a foreign demand to move, to entice.
"You will."
She tried, she really did, but every time he milked her nipple and then rubbed her clit, bouncing her from one sensation to the other, it got harder and harder.
His hand stilled in her clit.
She shook her head. "Do not stop." She didn't want it to go away. I have never felt this before.
" Shh, hiyo. Your going to like this."
"This" was his fingertips closing around her swollen clit the same way they embraced her nipple. The roughness was more evident there, more welcome, and as he drew them up the short distension, she had to bite her lips to keep from crying out.
"No" His tounge flicked the corner of her lips, slipped between, eased down the crease, forcing her lip free of her teeth. "Let me hear you, hiyo. Feel you."
He Nuzzled her cheek as he pinched her nipple stronger than before. The hot little ache had her whimpering. The heat that followed had her grinding her hips into his hand for the echo of pleasure he had trained her to expect. He gave it to her in a short pump. She twisted her head, unsure of what she was feeling, how to react. Was it pain? Pleasure? He did it again and she didn't care what it was as long as he did it longer. Harder.
" Yato."
"Right here."
He kept up the steady rhythm and after a minute, she knew what she needed. Her hips twisted and rose. Water sloshed. Her face muscles ached from the grinding effort to keep her shameful needs under control. Tears burned down her face. Yato's hand stilled. A sob broke past her control.
"Shit." The unrelenting pressure on her nipple and clit eased. "Am I hurting you,Hiyo?"
She couldn't form words, so she shook her head as more frustrated years welled.
There was a pause and then the flick of His nail across her clit. Fire seared her nerve endings and a high-pitched cry broke from her control.
"Ah." His cheek pressed against her as she felt his smile. "You are all hot and bothered, aren't you?
The shame of that burned right along with passion, but it wasn't enough to stop the growing hunger. Especially when he flicked her clit again. The sensation wasn't as sharp this time, but it fed the humming expectation of more. And the tension that held her enthralled now had more to do with hope than dread.
He gave it to her, milking her clit and her breast encouraging her gasp and cries with husky grunts of approval, keeping her torso pinned with his forearms but allowing her hips to arch to his touch, answering her demands with harder strokes, longer pinches, laughing when she thrashed beneath him. Oh, kami, she could not stand this.
She turned her head and bit into his biceps, primitive satisfaction welling through her as Hus shout rose above her moans, barely restraining herself from savaging his arm as he clamped down on her nipple with restrained force. The ensuing delight dug deeper into the ache in her womb, amplifying it.
"Son of a bitch, scoot forward."
She did, her attention mindlessly focused on the fingers holding her clit. Would he DL the same to her there?
The shock of his big body sliding down behind her in the tub was a splash of reality. His grip switched to her waist. Her nipple ached in the cool air as he lifted her up. Water spilled over the side in a violent wave as Yato worked his legs between hers. "Straddle me."
She scooted her feet forward.
"No. Kneel."
She did, wiggling her feet under his ribs, bracing her hands on his knees for leverage as she wedged her knees between his hips and the side of the tub. His hand slipped between them from the front, his skin teasing her sensitive clit as he pulled his cock through.
"Now bring yourself down."
More water splashed. "But its my first—"
"It is fine, just take it slow."
She did, straight on the wide plane of his cock. She caught her breath at the sheer size if him.
"This is going to feel so good." His fingers parted her pussy lips. Spreading them, finding her sweet spot and aligning it with the center of the thick column. His circled the turgid nub, bringing it smartly to attention at the familiar caress. "That's what I want."
His left hand came back to her breast, enfolding it in heat and pressure. Once again he began the game, light pressure that teased and tormented, that called up the demand, but didn't answer it until she couldn't stand the lack any longer. When she was twisting on him, grinding down on his hard shaft, he tipped her forward with a forefinger between her shoulder blades. He kept pressing until the angle of her body held her swollen clit against the hot length of his cock.
She caught her breath as he hissed in. His hands maintained their presence at her nipples. He began to pinch and squeeze. " Move." In a shock of sensation, her entire focus centered on those hands. When he punctuated the order with a slow pressure, she rose up on her knees, dragging her clit along his cock. His hands were with her all the way circling and pressing, distracting her from the pleasure finding his cock gave her. She reached her knees but not the end of his cock. He was massive.
"Back down now."
The throb in her clit demanded she move, that she give back the delicious pleasure it craved. Th firm rough pinch of her nipples took the decision out of her hands. Her instinctive jerk sent sizzles of pleasure outward from her clit .
His hands left her breast to gather up her hair and move it over her shoulder. She could feel his eyes on her back, hear his satisfied low growl, feel the way his cock jumped against her.
"Do you like the way I look?"
"Of course."
"Not to skinny for a god."
In a tight voice he said, "Hiyo, if you get back to moving, I'd say your perfect for me."
He was hungry, needing to come, his body vibrating under hers.
She slid up slowly, savoring the sensation. The tip of cer clit caught on the edge of his cock. Her head fell back. Oh, Kami, this! Her hips bucked conclusively. Her chest snapped into the support of his hands. Yato steadied her, keeping her at the angle the both needed, pushing her to a foreign well of pleasure, keeping her on edge, taunting her to take the final step over the edge into the unknown that terrified her as much as it called to her.
"Let's go, Hiyo. I've got you."
She shook her head even as she twisted in his arms, too afraid to reach forward for that little something more that would release her from this agony.
"Yes!"
His palm grazed her hip. His thumb worked between her mound and belly, catching on the puffy flesh, centered, and then pressed, elongating her clit with the pressure against his hot cock. The coiled tension shattered. She smothered her scream against his upper arm as ecstasy exploded outward, biting down on his cock jerked in heated demand against her throbbing pussy, creating aftershocks that doubled her over. His hoarse shout rose above the slosh of the water, her moans.
She collapsed against his thighs, her pussy clenching in echo with his pulse. He released her clit. She shuddered as even the change in pressure seemed suddenly to much. He murmured something soft and stroked her back, pulling her up against him.
They sat there for a while recovering from the high holding each other.
