The Taisho fire

No need for new tricks

Last chance to back away.

This was the most difficult game of control of his life, but he'd be damned if he didn't give her the choice.

"We don't have to do this. There is no obligation. We can sleep, or you can go home, or..."

Suddenly her lips claimed his, and her arms wrapped around him to pull him down on top of her. Tōga's chest rumbled in amusement as he allowed his weight to sink between her open legs. Then, mirth was replaced with rapture as he proceeded to explore her beautiful body, inch by inch, with both hands and mouth.

Her flesh was a delight, her muscles quivered under his touch, and the Yōkai within growled his approval when she arched to meet his mouth. He nuzzled the underside of a breast, discarding her bra to reveal pert nipples over two perfect rounded mounds. He brushed one with his hand, caressing the tender skin.

A gasp was his reward, and Tōga kept his fingers busy while his mouth descended south. Her plain cotton panties smelt of desire, and he rolled them down her hips with a wolfish grin. The packaging didn't matter much to him – the treasure was inside. Gwen's legs trembled around him, so he hooked them over his muscular shoulders and proceeded to soothe her, running his hands up and down her thighs.

Dark brown curls covered her sex, the same colour as her eyebrows which, strangely, matched his own colouring. He wasn't too sure how she would react to what he had in mind, and worried she might not protest because she was too used to obeying him. He stole a glance at his little lady, finding her eyes slightly glazed. Uncertain.

Tōga dropped a kiss at the junction of her thigh. She twitched. Then another, and proceeded to swipe a trail of suckling across her lower abdomen. Gwen moaned, her hips bucking gently to reach for his touch. He smirked, his next kiss open mouthed over her intimacy. This time, the young woman keened.

Well, time to go full out then.

Grabbing her thighs, Tōga dove into her sex with the satisfaction of a male in rut. Her scent was so overwhelming, so delicious that his tongue feasted on her heated flesh without restraint. In no time, he had her quivering and twitching. So much that he had to restrain her. Her legs framed his face, soft flesh upon the rougher skin of his jaw.

At some point, Gwen lost all sense of direction and dug her fingers in his mane, massaging his skull as he drove her higher and higher. She'd never been one for such things, but his dedication to her pleasure ignited her core with need. He was incredible, so skilled with both tongue and hands. There was nothing dirty in his offering; it was her undoing.

Waves after waves, Gwen ascended to a place where nothing else mattered than the swipes of his tongue inside her inner walls, and the pressure of his mouth in such an intimate place. arn, he felt so good ! Enraptured, she didn't even regret her loss of control; she had surrendered her body to this amazing man as he played her like the finest artist.

Eventually, though, the cord of the violin had to snap. And when it did, Gwen couldn't contain her pleasure. A hot, lightning peak twisted her inside as she surrendered, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and crying out his name.

"Tōga !", she stuttered, her body arching so strongly that it lifted from the bed.

Her shoulder twitched in pain, but the sensation was lost against the tsunami that spread from her core. He braced her with both mouth and hands, his sturdy hold keeping her grounded as she writhed in pleasure, a safe place to land when her senses eventually settled. Mind hazy, Gwen found Tōga kneeling by her side, a smug smirk upon his face.

And even though she should have found the expression infuriating, the glorious sight of him only stole what remained of her breath away. He was so intense, sculpted by years of training into the epitome of masculinity.