The Taisho fire

Unleashed

A little more goodness :)

The call of reality over his lust induced haze was so down to earth that he laughed. Tōga turned off the stove with a flick of his wrist, eying the tomato sauce that had been simmering in the saucepan.

"I love it when you laugh. It's almost as if you command the air to dance around you."

Her compliment touched home and, now that he felt a little more in control, he gathered his courage to ask what he really wanted.

"I'm off tomorrow. Stay?"

He knew he was probably giving her the puppy eyes, and she brushed his bangs away with a look that said it all. She couldn't resist him, just like he couldn't resist her.

"I might get a few things from my place then," she mused.

A deep rumble of satisfaction bloomed in his chest as he watched her scantily clad form, legs open on the kitchen counter.

"You look drop dead gorgeous in my shirt. Everything I own is yours."

"Panties would be nice," she quipped.

His eyes widened then, hands travelling to her inner thigh with barely concealed delight. She wasn't wearing anything underneath his t-shirt... Nothing at all.

Vixen.

While he was gone, Gwen had wrapped herself in whatever remained of him. The very notion caused his blood to run south, all restraints forgotten as nether regions became uncomfortable in the confines of the uniform.

"Have I told you of yōkai stamina?" he purred, pulling her against the now massive erection that begged to be freed. Gwen grinned, looping her arms around his neck.

"Nope," she retorted, her lips hoovering over his. "You'll have to show me."

And he proceeded to show her, exactly, how his heritage came in handy when it came to satisfying a woman's needs. How he wanted her; he was ready to burst already! And given how her lips were now devouring his, he was pretty confident that she wanted him back.

Tōga's hand slid below the t-shirt, marvelling at the sensation of satiny skin under his fingertips. Muscles rippled and twisted as he roamed her back, his hands traced her spine reverently, heated flesh welcoming his touch. When he pulled the garment over her head, revealing the entirety of her supple body, his mind just blanked.

So beautiful...

Tōga's large hands reached for her hips and crushed her against his groin with a groan of pleasure. She gasped, her head falling back to expose the delight of her throat. He latched onto her pulse point like a wild animal, suckling and licking to his heart's content, hot breath curling over her ear. Her body twisted in his arms, a thin sheen of sweat beading over her skin as their hips ground against each other in a sensual duet. The kitchen counter was just the right height, every single of her moves sent pleasure rippling up his spine.

Kami!

He had no control around her, their heated dance setting fire to his veins. It took a tremendous effort for to remove his hands from her body to reach for his belt; Gwen whimpered in need as she grabbed his shirt and yanked it away. Panting with need, Tōga watched her, naked and offered, grey eyes half mast as desire poured out of every pore of her skin.

Perky breasts heaved with her chest, begging to be worshipped while her taut waist gave way to comely hips. His gaze lingered on the thatch of brown curls that had already welcomed him thrice, a piece of heaven where he belonged, discreetly hidden in the midst of satiny skin.

Magnificent and sinful, and completely unleashed. Her scent assaulted his nose, a mingle of excitation and arousal that coaxed the beast within to take her NOW.

His member throbbed erratically, and Tōga knew that if he didn't free himself, he'd be spilling in his pants soon enough. As his hurried fingers grabbed the leather belt, Gwen suddenly folded herself over him. The former yōkai froze when her sweaty arms engulfed his bare skin, and she started nuzzling at the junction of his neck. Something wet and eager started a trail, the sensation lighting his nerves on fire; his knees buckled.

She was licking her way up, from his shoulder to the hollow of his throat, her little tongue tracing patterns that caused his loins to clench. His hips bucked once more, and his knuckles turned white on the belt as it eventually loosened.

"Kami, Gwen!" he rasped.

He's never struggled so much to undress himself, but she wasn't making it easy for him. Gwen smiled, then nipped the underside of his jaw playfully, the slight pressure overloading his senses.

He'd never thought she would be as animalistic as he was; he had clearly underestimated her sensuality. That tongue would be his undoing. And so, with Gwen's heated body surrounding him, the gentle swell of her breasts crushed against his chest, he eventually managed to push those damned pants and underwear down without tearing them apart. A miracle, for his beast was screaming.

Need you. Need you now.

Gwen's tongue now suckled on his jaw, and his hips stuttered from need. Panting, Tōga's hands circled her rounded cheeks as he roughly pulled her onto him. In an instant, he was sheathed to the hilt into her tight heat.

"Oh!" she cried in raptures, her head falling backwards.

A trail of hot fire scorched him from within, eliciting a long, hot moan from his mouth. The world just ceased to exist as their bodies intertwined, singing the universal language of love and lust. He wasn't gentle this time, setting a forgiving pace, diving into the confines of her plush body. He just couldn't slow down; that raging desire engulfed them both, and Gwen shuddered in his arms, her arms clamping on him in a vice grip. She moaned and sighed, cried his name and begged, her eyes wide open in both rapture and surprise as he took her with such passion his heart threatened to burst.

Tōga had never seen such a beautiful sight; Gwen unleashed took his breath away. And when he eventually shuddered in release, safely ensconced in her iron grip, a most peculiar thought came to him.

I need to lock my front door.

A scant fifteen minutes later, Gwen returned to her cooking on wobbly legs. A very smug Tōga set his hands upon her hips to stabilise her and sniffed over her shoulder, watching her drop the tagliatelle into hot water.

"There's Italian on my father's side," she explained. "I think his ancestors are rolling in their graves that I'm cooking rice pasta with typical Italian salsa."

"You are merely blending cultures," he responded. "Just like we are."

Gwen's cheeks reddened, but she smiled. It was a pretty accurate statement after all.

They've been at it like rabbits, eh ?