Fate

Tokiya: “Don’t worry; I’ll keep you warm as long as I can.”
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Tokiya awoke the next morning, sporting a very fashionable gift from his manly urges. The hard-on felt painful under the covers and he shook his head to clear away the remnants of Fuuko’s nudity that haunted his dreams. He couldn’t believe how she was affecting his morning wood. He’d had his own share of shags and he’d banged quite a few women who’d willingly given themselves to him without a hint of commitment. He was never one to commit to a serious relationship; he’d long considered himself unworthy of a lifetime partner or that nauseating L-word. Fortunately for him, the women at his office were either too eager to bed him to even think of a serious commitment, or were just plain loose. A night of lust was all it took and the next morning, whoever was in his bed, he’d leave and head for work. He’d come back and find the woman gone, and that was enough. Emotions were never his friends, and he was glad for the lack of attachment.

But then, there was Fuuko, coming along after years of not contacting him, looking drop-dead gorgeous and still as hot as she was back in high school and college. Of course, back then, he hadn’t as much as looked at her that way, but now that he was really looking at her, he simply could no longer ignore the perfect mounds of bulging plumpness, the teasingly tight behind, the long, slender legs of seduction, and the hot core hidden beneath her thin clothing.

Tokiya grunted as his arousal sprung up again. Damn, he could not remember a single woman he’d felt this way for before. Why was Fuuko too delicious for him? Why was she any different from all those women who’d practically stripped even before they got to bed? Was it simply because she’d teased him that night at the bar, making him want to finish what they’d started? Or was it because she was a friend, a tomboy he never expected to be so tempting, a comrade already attached to him and is therefore off-limits?

People do say that man always wants what he cannot have.

And today, he cursed himself for even promising Yanagi the night before that he’d accompany them to the hotel spa.

Great. A hot, steaming sauna is just what I need to get the sweaty image of that wind-wielder off my mind, he thought sarcastically. He then shoved the covers off him and grudgingly went to the bathroom to get ready.


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Fuuko sighed and positioned herself comfortably in the steaming water, arranging the towel folded above her head. She’d thought that morning that a steamed bath in the hotel spa would make her relax and drive away all remnants of her wet dream last night, but seeing Tokiya being forced to follow Recca and Domon to the men’s side of the spa wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hip made Fuuko tingle like she’d never done so before. She had only caught sight of his back, but she had found her eyes following the line that ran down the center of his chiseled back, leading a delicious trail down to what his towel was covering. She hadn’t been able to get the thought out of her head since.

“Doushite, Fuu-chan?” Yanagi’s voice cut short the wetness accumulating at Fuuko’s crotch. “You still seem so distracted.”

“Oh, er…” Fuuko felt her face grow hot, and it wasn’t because of the water. “I was just…thinking.”

Yanagi looked skeptically at her again, the same look she’d given her when she caught her masturbating to a porn movie last night. “I want to ask you directly, though, Fuu-chan…” she paused, and Fuuko held her breath, knowing what was coming. “Who were you fantasizing about last night? Do you have a boyfriend we don’t know about?”

Fuuko bit her lip and stared right into Yanagi’s curious expression, debating on whether or not she was ready to tell her every naughty thought she’d had about their former battle-mate. At the prospect of Recca gaining knowledge on the matter, Fuuko decided against it. “Well, sort of…you can say that.”

“Really?” Yanagi’s eyes sparkled with interest. “What’s he like?”

Fuuko smiled slyly. “In person?” She leaned closer to Yanagi. “Or in bed?”

Yanagi grinned. “Both.”

“Well, he’s quite silent in person, and he’s very much reserved…almost emotionless,” Fuuko replied, staring longingly up at the bamboo wall that she knew separated them from the men. “In bed, though, he’s completely the opposite. He’s wild and passionate and incredibly ravenous…the heat alone makes my toes curl and my breasts heave in the frenzy of it all.” Her eyes began to daze as she committed every detail of her dream to memory, and she didn’t realize that Yanagi, too was looking mesmerized and was growing more aroused by the minute. “Every moment is an unexpected surprise with him, and I can never tire of screaming his name…my moans are not enough to express my pleasure, my ecstasy…his touch alone sends me to heaven and I never want to return…the way he holds me is tender yet rough at the same time…and his kisses…oh god his kisses…they make me wish I could kiss him forever just so I could taste his tongue over and over again…and when I reach my climax…”

By now, Yanagi was panting, staring into space, probably tracing her thoughts back to when Recca had first made love to her, back when they were still in college, all the heat and urgency of taking each other in the far side of their school library. Unknowingly, Fuuko was also now driving her fingers into her throbbing hole, and she moaned as she continued, “The orgasms he gives me send sparks and shivers all over my body…my senses come alive and I explode in heat and delicious sweat…and even after I scream his name at the top of my lungs, my pleasure still takes hold of me until my eyes blur out and I see stars…and the best part of it all is that even before I’m done, his hungry thrusts rib through me with so much intensity that my juices start flowing like a river again, starting another round of infinite bliss.”

As Fuuko ended her story, the two girls were now sweating more than the hot bath should make them, and they were panting, drowning in their own fantasies. It wasn’t long until they both moaned out their orgasms, and their womanly essences mixed lusciously with the water.


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Tokiya shut his eyes and let the water drop forcefully onto his face. He took a moment to feel the drops trickle down his skin, before he bowed his head and let his long hair fall down in silver cascades to cover his face, the water from the shower still pouring on top of his head. He leaned one hand on the wall of the stall in front of him, listening to the splish splash of the water dropping onto the tiled floor.

He’d had enough. A while back, he had risen from the steam bath to take a towel near the bamboo walls, and the moment he’d heard Fuuko’s moans of pleasure from the other side, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand staying in the spa any longer. He’d left Recca and Domon staring curiously at him and he’d sped to the shower rooms. Once he was done here, he would head back up to his room and refuse to see Fuuko again, for his own sexual health’s sake.

He turned the shower knob off and stepped out of the stall, draping a towel over his waist. He grabbed another towel and slung it over his shoulders, attempting to dry off his hair next, when he heard light footsteps approaching from the entrance to the shower room. He looked up.

As if to torture his sanity, it was none other than Fuuko, shivering, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her arms hugging herself.

Fuuko bit her lip to stop her teeth from chattering, not wanting Tokiya to know she was freezing to death, and not wanting him to realize how embarrassed she was at having stepped into the wrong shower room. She forced a smile from her quivering lips to show that everything was okay, but this awkward smile only made Tokiya raise an eyebrow at her. Damn. Why had she even hung out at the zen garden with no clothes on, knowing how strong the wind was blowing? She missed her element and was excited to feel it again, but it slipped her mind that too much exposure could make her temperature drop down to zero.

Trust Yanagi to disappear from the steamed bath when Fuuko had come back, and since Fuuko had no idea where the shower rooms were, she’d spent half an hour roaming around in a towel, adding up to her freezing condition.

There was, however, one advantage to stepping into the men’s shower room, and that was seeing Tokiya in his right-out-of-the-shower glory. Fuuko was grateful for the heat that coursed through her body at the sight of Tokiya’s godly naked torso, his pectorals heaving with his slow breaths, his perfect abs glistening in water droplets, his long hair damp and falling graciously down his broad shoulders, his musky scent exuding an after-shower aphrodisiac that tickled a sensitive spot down her crotch. Fuuko could have sped out of there if he hadn’t made a move towards her, and she was trapped in her position at the sight of his muscles rippling as he moved.

Without a word, Fuuko watched as Tokiya draped the towel around his shoulders over her own, and he led her to a bench inside the shower room. She sat down obediently, still shivering, although the towel around her shoulders, not to mention the heat from his body as he sat down next to her, was slowly driving the cold away. The silence stretched on, and she could feel Tokiya’s eyes looking curiously at her shaking form, and she cursed the heavens that there was no one else in the male shower room but the two of them.

“I want to ask what the hell happened to you, but it looks like you won’t be able to answer me in straight sentences,” Tokiya’s voice rang through the empty room, and Fuuko stuttered a weak, “S-sorry.”

Tokiya sighed and Fuuko heard him say, “Come here.” Soon, he was shifting their positions and he was gathering her in his arms. Fuuko couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, but she soon found herself sitting on the bench between Tokiya’s laps, her back to him. She swallowed heavily as she felt the warmth of his towel-covered crotch touch her equally towel-covered behind, and soon, his hands were around her, rubbing her arms to keep her warm. He sighed again like he had no choice, like he couldn’t believe his rotten luck that he felt obliged to warm her. Fuuko, however, detected a hint of affection in his sigh, and she wondered if it was just her imagination.

She began to feel warmer, and was thankful for the position Tokiya had put them in. Slowly, her shaking hand reached down to her legs, and she attempted to rub them for warmth but her hands were shaking too much. She heard Tokiya groan in frustration and he himself reached down to place a hand on her leg. Fuuko’s eyes widened in surprise at her own feelings when he touched her. It was so gentle, so light, so warm, so…comfortable.

“Here…?” His voice, so low and soft, sent her heart drumming. She watched, mesmerized, as his hand slowly moved up towards her smooth inner thigh, and he lowered his mouth to her ear so that she tingled at the warmth of his breath. “…or here…?”

She gasped as his hand proceeded to her hot spot, and she instinctively moved her legs in an attempt to close them. His other hand, then, moved to keep her legs open, and she heard him whisper in a voice very unlike his own, “Don’t worry; I’ll keep you warm as long as I can.”

She found herself staying in position, and when he realized her legs weren’t going to close again, the hand that kept them open reached up to slide his towel off her shoulders, and Fuuko sighed as he began to plant soft kisses on her back, her shoulders, her nape, her neck. She found her tensed body relaxing, her neck arching to the side to give him more access. She started to close her eyes, but the first contact of his fingers on her clit made her jerk up in surprise. “Mi-chan—“ she began, but she gasped when he expertly started rubbing her throbbing clit. His other hand traced the towel around her and tugged it down in one fluid jerk, and Fuuko, now naked, started struggling and shivering even more as the cool air hit her bare skin.

Tokiya stopped her struggles to break free by diving a finger into her hole. She purred softly and settled back against him, and he took this opportunity to cup a full breast with his free hand. Fuuko gasped at the warmth of his hand against her cold skin, and she started moaning as he groped her gently. His fingers twirled and pinched a sore pink bud that came alive at his touch, and he immediately squeezed the breast forcefully, making Fuuko moan again and press her body closer to his. He held back a groan when Fuuko’s behind pushed against his covered manhood, and he continued to reign kisses down her bare back. His hand transferred to the other breast and molested her to her soft pants, and when his other hand down there started dripping, he smiled in satisfaction at how wet and ready she was for him. He was no longer thinking. The heat from Fuuko’s body and her constant moans were driving him crazy, and he could not hold back any longer. He dove two, three fingers into and out of her, slowly at first, but picking up the pace. Her breasts began to heave heavily, and she moaned weakly at the pleasure of what he was doing. His lips traveled back up to her nape, and he bit into her neck hungrily, making her cry out his name, and at the same time, this made her quiver as her climax came over her. She squirmed against him and Tokiya groaned as her behind grinded his painful erection, and when she was through bathing his fingers in her cum, she slumped against him, panting, weak and frail and even more delicious in Tokiya’s eyes.

He slowly changed their position until Fuuko was on her back on the bench and Tokiya was on top of her, one hand still buried deep into her treasure. Fuuko was still as stunned as she had been when he first touched her, and she opened her mouth in a silent moan when he lowered his dripping body onto hers and took a glistening breast completely into his mouth. Her coldness was all gone now, and the heat between the two of them was making her sweat. All her thoughts had deserted her; all rationality had been flung away. All that was present was the raw passion she was feeling, and how much she was enjoying how Tokiya was treating her, like there was nothing he wanted more.

There really was nothing he wanted more. Tokiya swirled his hot tongue around a reddened nipple, and the way her body responded to his touch, his mouth, his warmth…the way she squirmed underneath him and moaned her pleasure, her plea for him to go on…the way her perfect body was arching, aching for more and beckoning him to please her with everything he had…He couldn’t think straight. In fact, he couldn’t think at all. Everything that was happening was all because of instinct, and it all just seemed…right.

Tokiya started sucking on Fuuko’s other breast, and he groaned when Fuuko’s fingers entangled themselves into his damp hair, pulling him closer to her luscious skin. Every now and then, Fuuko purred and whimpered, and the shower room never felt emptier than ever. When he heard Fuuko sigh his name, he left her bosom and started making his way down where his wet fingers were. But then, all of a sudden, he heard footsteps approaching the empty shower room they were in.

Fuuko froze in her spot, her eyes flying open, but Tokiya, not wanting the heated exploration of the wind goddess’ body to end, took Fuuko completely into his arms and carried her to a shower stall. He locked the door and pinned a stunned Fuuko against the cold tiled wall, and he began to pay tribute to her neck once again.

Fuuko found herself succumbing to Tokiya’a appetite, letting the warmth of his naked body overwhelm her, envelop her, consume her. “Tokiya…” she breathed out his real name, and he grunted in appreciation, increasing his pace. Fuuko’s arms flew around him, her fingers dragging red marks down his muscled back, committing to memory every single curve and scar on his perfect body. By the time Tokiya was pinching her buds with his teeth again, her fingers found their way to the rim of the towel around his waist, and with a lustful tug, she freed his painful erection and she gasped as it grazed her wet thigh. Her passions rising, she immediately wound her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.

Tokiya groaned out loud into her breasts and abruptly pushed himself off her, and Fuuko watched as he stood there, just a few inches from her, his blue-green eyes burning with a fire she’d never seen in him before. His eyes roamed hungrily all over her body, as if to memorize her every curve with an insatiable craving. She leaned there against the cold wall, panting, letting his eyes study her, ravish her, own her. She loved the savage way he was staring at her, but finally, as if a light switch was suddenly turned on in her head, all sense of reason came rushing back to her when he said in a very peculiar growl, “Damn, Fuuko…I want you.”

Her dazed eyes finally started to focus, and she came to her right mind in time to see him come to her again, this time ready to devour her lips, which was an intimacy issue she dared not cross with her old comrade, her friend, the object of her secret dreams, the cold Mikagami Tokiya.

She quickly slid sideways to dodge him, and when he hit the wall, he blinked and the two of them stared at each other for the longest two minutes of Fuuko’s life. She watched as he looked at her like he was suddenly just seeing her, and when Fuuko had recovered herself from all the heat and her heavy pants, she immediately grabbed the extra towel on the hook behind the door, draped it over herself, and sped out the shower room.