Of Her Nature

Part Four : Innocence Lost

As the four of them walked through the woods on their way back to town, Gojyo walked over to Hakkai and draped one arm over his shoulders. Gojyo grinned mischievously, “So, did ya get a little damsel in distress action last night?”

Hakkai chuckled, “Now, you know I won’t discuss such things.” Hakkai grinned.

Gojyo turned and looked Hakkai in the eyes, “You did! You little devil you! You did! If you hadn’t, you would have flat out denied it!” Gojyo laughed.

Hakkai wore a smug grin and winked at Gojyo, “Maybeat jat just what I want you to think.”

Gojyo’s smile drooped, the wind had obviously been taken out of his sails, “You…..but…..Awwww now come on that’s not right. That is foul!”

They stepped out of the woods and on to the road leading to the hotel. They walked past a grassy clearing on the edge of the woods and there sat a young small woman on a red and white checkered blanket. Her back was against a tree, sunlight draped over her. She wore baggy denim pants, a tight yellow t-shirt and had her long, curly light brown hair pinned up on her head. She had a book on her thighs and her nose in the book. There was a picnic basket on the blanket beside her.

Goku stopped in his tracks, “Hey guys would you look at that?”

The three of them, who didn’t notice her stopped and looked where Goku was looking.

Goku had his eyes fixed on her, “Wow, she’s pretty.”

Hakkai looked at Sanzo and Gojyo, “This is serious, he didn’t mention the basket.”

Gojyo walked over to Goku , grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him, “Who are you and what have you done with our monkey?!”

The woman giggled. They looked over at her. She quickly looked back at her book and tried to act like it wasn’t her that giggled. Her giggle sounded like sweet flute music to Goku’s ears.

Gojyo looked at Goku, his hands still on his shoulders, “Ok, here’s your chance. Do it exactly as I told you.”

Sanzo hit Gojyo with the fan.

Gojyo yelled, “What have I told you about that damn thing! One of these days I’m going to shove it so far up your ---”

Sanzo cocked the pistol that was under Gojyo’s nose, “Up my what? “ Sanzo said in a quiet even tone.

Gojyo raised his hands in the ‘I surrender’ fashion, “Robes! Your robes so you can keep it warm.”

Sanzo withdrew the gun with a “Hmmph”.
Goku had already started walking over to the girl.

Hakkai looked at the two trouble makers and said ,”We should head back to the hotel.”

Gojyo’s chest filled with pride and he sighed, “I‘m such a good wingman.” with that he started walking toward the hotel.

Sanzo watched Goku walk up to the woman. Hakkai spoke up, “Kind of like seeing him off to school for the first time? He’ll be ok. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Sanzo looked toward the hotel, “I wasn’t concerned.”

“Oh no, of course not. I didn’t mean to imply…” They walked back to the hotel in silence.

The girl noticed Goku walking up to her. She removed her glasses, closed her book and looked up at him. Goku stood at the edge of the blanket looking at her. *Now what did Gojyo say*….”Are your legs signed? ‘Cause you’ve been running through my Aries.”

She laughed. “I have no idea what to say to that. Would you like to have a seat?”

Goku sat on the blanket, with the sun out of his eyes, he looked in to hers. “Your eyes are just like mine.”

“No, I think yours are cuter.”

Goku blushed. “What are you reading?”

“It’s a very old book, “The Ethics of War” by Marshal Tenpou.”

“Never heard of it or him”.

She told him of the book and most of it went over his head. He just looked at her listening to her words as they played a beautiful melody in his head. His heartbeat sang the harmony.

The music stopped, his head felt empty.

“Are you listening to me?” She grinned at him.

“Yeah, go on.”

She giggled, “No silly, I asked if you wanted anything to eat. I was about to have lunch.”

That he understood, “Yeah, that would be great!”

As she reached into the basket he saw the bounce in her chest. As she opened the basket, the rain started.

“Aww, man.” Goku said looking up at the patchy clouds , a raindrop hit his nose.

She put her glasses on and grabbed her book and basket. “Come on I don’t live far.” She took off running.

Goku grabbed the blanket and took off after her.

She rounded a corner and lost her footing on the wet hard packed dirt. Goku ran up to her and held the blanket around them like a cape. “Are you ok? Man , it is really coming down.”

She looked up at him , his face was framed by the checkered blanket. “Yeah I’m fine. I live right there.” She pointed at the front door of a corner unit.

He helped her up, and used the blanket to shield her from the rain as she opened the door.

They stepped into her home. “It’s not much , but it is home.” To the left of the door was the kitchen area, to the right was the living room. There was a futon neatly folded in the back of the room. Her living room contained a small couch surrounded by overloaded bookshelves. Her kitchen was simple, just the basics. There was a small square table and two chairs.

She sat the picnic basket on the table, “Aww man , the food got all wet.” She turned and looked at him, with a very droopy sandwich in each hand. One of the sandwiches dripped.

“That’s ok.” Goku said, he looked at her. Her hair was dripping and her face was wet. The moisture made her shirt look even tighter. The cold dampness caused her nipples to stand. She sighed and her breasts strained against her shirt.

She put the sandwiches on the table, and placed her glasses next to them. “No it’s not. I offered you something to eat. Let me see what I have.”

She bounced into the kitchen and looked through her cabinets. “Hmmm. How about pancakes? “ She said as she held a box in her hand.

“Pancakes? You’re not from around here are you?” He didn’t know what pancakes were, but the sound of the word from her lips --- made him really want them.

“No, I’m not from around here. Now do you want some or not.”

“Yeah, I want some!” The moisture on his skin made him shiver.

She turned around and began to mix the batter.

“Um , do you have a towel or something? I’m getting kind of cold.”

She looked at him, her bottom lip was shaking, “S-s-s-ure , the chest in the back.”

He walked back to the futon, and opened the chest and pulled out a large fluffy towel. He removed his outer wear and began to dry off as best he could.

He stood there watching her cook. She seemed to bounce when she walked. There was an optimistic youthful air about her. She seemed to really enjoy cooking. She looked up at him, “They’re almost ready. Prepare for a real treat.”

He had gotten so wrapped up in watching her that he hadn’t noticed the wonderful smell coming from the cooking food.

He walked up to her with the towel draped over his shoulders. She handed him two plates and two forks. “Here, put these on the table”.

She followed him with a large platter stacked high with circular, flat golden brown disks. They sat down, “These are pancakes and I guarantee they will be the best you’ll have. An experience not to be forgotten.”

She dished out the pancakes and Goku just stared at them. He didn’t know how to tell her, but they just looked like crispy bread to him.

She handed him a bottle with a thick liquid in it. “You pour this on top. It’s syrup”

He looked at his fork and looked at her. She showed him how to use it.
He poured syrup on his stack of pancakes, cut a mouthful with his fork and put it in his mouth. The sweet warm cakes melted in his mouth. There were light, crispy and chewy all in one. “Oh man! This is great! You are a really good cook.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, he looked up at her. He saw the goosebumps on her skin and noticed that occasionally one of her muscles twitched. He liked how some of the twitches made her breasts bounce.

He leaned overher her and put the towel around her. “Looks like you need to dry off too.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

She got up from the table and walked back to the futon. She stood with her back to him and peeked at him over her shoulder. She crossed her arms in front of her and pulled off her shirt. He saw the side of her breasts bounce as they were released from the t-shirt. She moved the towel over her upper body and he noticed how great she looked. She was about two inches shorter than he was. Her frame was all around smaller than him, in a way she reminded him of Lirin. Her muscles flexed and rippled as she moved to dry herself. The line of her spine, was so sharp….yet it looked soft. Her waist look like it would fit into his hands, and her body flared out at the hip. From this angle, he had a great view of her ass, round, smooth, firm and bouncy. He forgot all about the pancakes. He felt a stirring deep down inside himself. He developed a hunger, a hunger that pancakere ere never going to satisfy.

As if some force acted on his body, he stood up and walked over to where she was. *What am I doing? I shouldn’t even be watching her much less walking over to her.* His body had a mind of its own and it had its mind made up, we was walking over to her. He was standing directly behind her , seemingly unaware of his movements. She reached her arms up and pulled the two long pins that were holding her hair up. Her long curlir cir cascaded down her back, her hair went all the way down to her ass. It was beautiful hair, as the light kissed her hair he saw several colors. Brown, blonde and red seemed to sparkle as it fell against her back. As full and curly as her hair was, her shoulders were still exposed.

He gingerly reached a hand out and touched her shoulder. She felt his trepidation in his touch, the gentle subtle trembling in muscles. She turne fac face him.

Her skin felt soft , but cold from the exposure. His fingers traced her body as she turned, he now had his fingers on her collar bone. He felt her breast on the heel of his hand. She looked in his eyes.

His eyes betrayed his innocence and confusion. She knew without a doubt, *A virgin. Damn, can I do this to him? Can I let this be his memory? Why the hell can’t the four of them ever stay together? He has no clue. Do I have the right to change his life
forever? *

“Sweet one, innocone”one” She touched his face. He slid his hand up from her chest to her neck and curled his fingers around the nape of her neck. He pulled her close to him and placed his lips on hers. The kiss made her knees feel weak and her head dizzy. His kiss was soft, but firm. She noticed the briefest hesitancy as his arm came up and held the small of her back. He pulled her hips into him. She wrapped her arms around his damp shirt.

He broke off the kiss and put his head beside hers. Her hair ticked his nose.

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Sanzo, Hakkai and Gojyo were sitting at the bar in the inn. Hakkai looked over at Gojyo. “Did you really have “talks” with Goku?”

Gojyo looked at the wall behind the bar. He held his beer under his nose, “Nah, man it wouldn’t be appropriate. Not yet.”

Hakkai looked down at his sake.

Sanzo looked out the window, “It’s raining. I suppose their little picnic will be cut short. He’ll be back soon.”

Gojyo took a drink of his beer and thought, *No, he won’t.*

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Goku held her close, he felt her breathing under his embrace. He tilted his head forward and put his forehead on her shoulder. He tried to remember all the things he had read, all the pictures he saw, all the stories he heard, all peo people he saw and all the things Gojyo said. *This is so complicated.* He could hardly believe it was happening, everything seemed so surreal. He felt like he was moving only on instinct. He remembered the one and only thing Gojyo had told him in seriousness. “*Use your intuition*.”

He lifted his head, closed his eyes and listened to his body. His body was screaming for something he couldn’t put in words, he couldn’t put it in thoughts, it was an urge a craving that he had never experienced before. It was so strong , he couldn’t back away from it now if he wanted to.

He opened his eyes and pulled away from her just a little bit. He put his hands on the sides of her face, his thumbs on her cheek bones. He looked in to her eyes, “Is this ok with you?”

See looked at him, *Oh my god! He is asking for permission, that is so sweet.* “Yes, I want this.” She did want it. Her body was screaming also. She felt a dampness between her legs that didn’t come from any rainstorm. She felt a longing from somewhere deep within her. She couldn’t stop now, if she wanted to.

He pulled her face toward him and kissed her again. She reached to his shirt to pull it off. He whispered, “No, let me do this.”

He bent at his knees and began to unbutton her pants. He used his thumbs to pull the material toward her hips. She wiggled to ease the actions. Once her baggy pants crested her hips they just fell to the floor. He saw her pink panties. He tucked his thumb into her waist band and pulled them down. He felt too uncomfortable to look at her completely naked, he looked at the floor and saw the folded futon. He moved over to it and unfolded it. She stepped out of her clothing.

She saw him unfolding the futon and she realized she was completely naked and he was still fully clothed. She felt so exposed. She moved her arms in front of her. Goku finished straightening out the bedding and looked at her over his shoulder. She looked stunning standing here. Her arms were crossed at the wrist in front of her stomach and her breasts were pushed together by her arms. Her lines were so smooth , so soft , so beautiful. He reached an arm out to her. She reached out an arm to him, her other arm dropped gracefully to her side. He could see the shadows moving as she breathed. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she walked. She took his hand and he gently pulled her toward him. He guided her toward the futon, she sat down on hit. He put his hands on her shoulders and nudged her on her back.

She laid down, her head and neck supported by the pillows he had laid out. He pulled of his shirt. His muscles were toned and tight. His chest was broad and strong. She could see the definition in his muscles, definition that can only be gained by using a 13,000 pound staff with ease and grace. He was sitting with his shins tucked underneath him, he rocked back and unbuttoned his pants. He stood up, unzipped, hooked his fingers into his underwear and pants and pushed down his clothing. He stepped out of his clothes.

She scanned his body, his torso narrowed at the waist and she could see the “v” between his hip bones. The point of the “v” directed her eyes to his, *Oh my god! He is NO KID!.*

He kneeled down next to her. He leaned over her. He slid his arms between her back and the futon. The skin to skin contact made his mind swoon. He took in a ragged breath. Half of him wanted to stay just like this, this was perfection. The closeness the warmth , the softness of her skin. The other half of him wanted more, wanted to be even closer to her, to hold her tighter, to love her. The second half screamed louder in his mind. He kissed her far shoulder and glided his lips across her collar bone. He dropped one knee and moved between her legs. He moved his head between her breasts and his hands massaged her large mounds.

His thumbs moved across her nipples, they were already stiff, but he felt them harden under his touch. He moved his lips to her left breast.

She felt his hot breath on her skin, she arched her back trying to get closer to him.

He gingerly reached his tongue out and swirled his tongue around her nipple. He took the breast into his mouth, and lightly sucked on it, moving his tongue back and forth on the sensitive nipple. He released the pressure in his mouth and repeated the actions on her other breast. He backed away from her, resting on his knees. He looked at her laying there under him.

There was a look in her eyes that he had not seen before. This was so strange to him, so new to him. *Am I doing this right?*

She saw the doubt in his eyes, the self questioning. She sat up and kissed his chest. She supported her weight on her arms as she slid her legs under her. They were kneeling, facing each other, nose to nose. She saw the innocence in his eyes again. *God damn it! This isn’t right.* Her body betrayed her, as she kissed his chest. She put a hand his chest , and gently nudged him back. His knees spread as he laid back. She looked down at him, his back hyper-arched, his feet tucked under his ass, his knees spread. *Flexible little shit*. She realized he couldn’t be comfortable like that for long and guided his legs straight. She reached behind her and grabbed some pillows. She handed him one pillow and he placed it behind his head. She slid the other pillow under his hips. *If this is going to happen , I want it to be worth remembering.* She put her hands on the futon beside his chest. She look down at him laying on his back , his legs on either side of hers. She bent her elbows and kissed his chest. She walked kisses down his stomach, she kissed the inner side of his hip bone. Carried her kisses across his stomach and kissed the other hip bone. She centered her head, tilted her eyes and looked up at him. He was looking down his body at her.

She moved a hand to his sizable member and began to massage it. It was soft and smooth, the skin felt like silk. She shifted her head and kissed his shaft.

He looked down at her. *Does she know what I do with that?*

In one easy swift movement , she took his member into her mouth and pushed her nose into his abdomen.

Goku’s eyes rolled back , he gasped, and his head slammed into the pillow. He felt his body melt as she licked and teased him. Sliding her head up and down, varying the pressure of her lips and suction, swirling and darting her tongue over , under and around him.

He couldn’t get a solid thought in his head , partially formed words raced through his mind. His body reacted to her movements. Thinking was out of the question. He didn’t know how or why, but his hands had made it to her head. He felt the softness of her hair in his hands and draping itself over his hips and stomach. She slowed her movements and eased his now very hard member out of her mouth.

She looked at him , he tilted his head and looked at her. She moved her hands back up beside his chest, straightened out her legs and lifted herself up in the air. She picked one foot up and moved it to the outside of his leg. She did the same with her other leg. Using her feet she moved his legs together. She sat her hips down on him, not allowing him inside her , yet.

His dick slid between her labia and she rocked back and forth on him. She saw his eyes partially close. He let out a soft breathy moan. He felt her warm dampness sliding on him and it felt so very good.

She flipped her hair to one side, bent down and draped herself across his chest. She ran her hands down his arms and interlaced her fingers with his. Still rocking her hips, she whispered in his ear, “I need to know that you are 100% okay with this.”

“I am” Breathlessly forced out of his lips.

“Do you want this? Do you really want this?”

Want? There was no want in Goku’s mind. It was base and simple need. “No”

She froze her movements. Her heart sunk, she began to feel the need to bathe and wash off what can never be cleansed. She backed her face away and looked at him.

Goku looked at her, “I need this.” He kissed her firmly.

*Thank you gods!* She resumed her gentle movements. She moved her arms to offer better leverage and sat up on her knees. She reached her hand down between her legs and guided his dick inside her.

At the point of penetration, Goku felt something explode in his mind, he moaned loudly and grabbed at her hips.

She sat back on him, feeling him deep inside her. Her heart wept for what could now never be undone.

She moved her hips in a circular fashion, gradually increasing force and pressure. Her circles morphed into an up/down movement. Goku bounced and rocked beneath her. She slowed her movements, grabbed his hands. She pushed his elbows into the futon. She put her weight on his hands as she shifted her hips and put her feet flat on the futon beside his hips. Not once did he leave her depths.

With her weight on her feet and his hands helping her balance, she flexed her thighs and rode him. She moved and bounced on him, she rocked on him , she rode him shallow and she rode him deep. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him. She was going to be damn sure this experience was going to be one he’d never want to forget. In short, she fucked him with ancient lust.

Goku was flooded with a myriad of emotions and sensations. At times he wanted to scream with joy and pleasure and at other times he inexplicably wanted to cry. His mind raced, his head spun. Reality fell apart.

She sat down on him, he filled her deep. She paused to catch her breath.

He quickly sat up, mashed his hips to her thighs, tucked his knees under him, and flipped her on her back. He bent his knees and supported hisght ght on his arms and knees.

He rocked his hips, with solid , hard movements. His monds rubbed her clitoris mercilessly. She began to pant and moan. He tilted his head down and his coronet slipped
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His movements increased speed and ferociousness. Lust consumed him, she bounced beneath him. She could no longer get full breaths. The little light in the room seemed to increase by a factor of ten. The louder she moaned and screamed the quicker and harder his bucks came. Her jaw bounced and her teeth clacked together.

She felt her orgasm build. It came on quickly, her leg muscles clenched up, her abdomen tightened, her eyes slammed shut, her head snapped back, her vaginal muscles clamped down around him. She trembled beneath him. Wave after wave washed over her. She forced her eyes open, the colors blended together and the room went white. She trembled and shook underneath him with such force that she bucked at least six inches off the futon.

He felt pressure build deep within him. His stomach muscles tightened, his legs seized, his back arched. As his head snapped back his orgasm exploded deep within her. His coronet resettled on his head , he trembled and collapsed on top of her.

He felt her breathing and shaking beneath him. She felt his muscles quake.

They stayed in that position until their bodies settled , and their minds focused. They caught their breath.

Goku rolled off her and laid on his back staring at the ceiling. It was now dark outside and there was very little light in the room. The rain beat itself against the side of the building.

She laid there in a daze, unable to comprehend the emotions. She was unable to connect her thoughts and reconcile her sensations with her feelings.

Goku rolled onto his side facing her. He touched her face and ran his finger down her neck.

His gentle touch snapped her back into reality. She saw the world in perfect clarity. She recognized her feelings and sensations as the aftershocks of ecstasy.

“So, what happens now?” His voice sounded so sweet and kind.

She turned and looked at him. His naive eyes had been forever changed. There was still a curiosity, sweetness and innocence about them, but forever changed. The level of innocence was gone, never to return to its former state.

“What happens now? Well, you go home. Your friends are probably worried about you. “

The thought of leaving her sickened him. He wanted to stay like this forever. Feeling his body next to her, but he knew such emotions and sensations were fleeting. Nothing lasted forever. As hard as it was to do, he sat up and began to get dressed.

His clothes were almost dry.

She watched him dress for a bit, thinking about what she had done. Eventually, she put on her clothes too.

He turned and watched her dress. “How come you don’t have a belly button?”

She was relieved that at least someone came right out and asked, “I grew up on a farm, and I had an accident with a mechanical rice picker.”

“Oh, it makes you special.” Goku thought nothing more about it.

She thought as she dressed, *Special? Special? It makes me a freak. A god damn abomination.* She turned and looked at him. He walked up to her and kissed her. His tongue moved with more confidence, as did his hands.

She walked with him to the door and in silence , he left.

The rain hit Goku, it was cold and uncaring. He felt lonely, but he didn’t want to go back to the inn.

She watched him walk down the street from the window. She waited an hour and left the house.

She headed straight for the inn. She saw Sanzo’s shadow in the main window and decided to go in through the back door. She quietly slipped into the inn and went to her door. Number 3 , right between Gojyo’s and Sanzo’s room.

Goku walked the streets for hours reflecting on the evening. Turning down which ever direction his feet choose. Occasionally, he would look up at the sky and feel the rain on his face. Eventually, he found himself back at the inn. He began to appreciate the sweet time of reflection solitude provided, he sat down on the porch of the inn and drifted off to sleep.

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She turned up the lights in her room and stared at her face in the mirror, tears were running down her cheeks. There was a small wooden box on her dresser. It was very ornate, gold inlay and brass hinges. On the top there were five small crystals. She picked up her staff which leaned against the wall.

The staff was about five feet long, and it had interlaced loops carved out of it at the top. Incased in the loops was a large white crystal. She simultaneously touched the first, third and fifth crystal on the box. The box opened.

The inside of the box was lined with red velvet. The bottom was padded. There were three crystals. Two were dim and one was glowing brightly. She moved the crystal endher her staff in front of her face in a star, and chanted.

A brown crystal emerged from between her eyes, it was dim. She clutched it out of the air, and placed it in the box.

Dim red , dim green , dim brown and a brightly glowing yellow crystal stared back at her.

Jorja looked at her face in the mirror. Her own reflection seemed to condemn her. She tilted her head down, buried her face in her hands and wept. Her heart crumbled. *I’m an evil, evil person. I deserve to be damned. Damn it all, I never meant to put any of them through changes. I never meant to harm them*. But, she had a mission. As hard as it was to complete, she had to do it. Kougaji’s mother’s life hung in the balance. Without that scripture she would…..

Jorja pulled herself together. Placed her arms on top of the dresser and leaned into her reflection. She looked at her golden eyes, her face was framed by shoulder length black curly hair. Not dark brown, but black….a black to rival coal. A black that in direct sunlight looked midnight blue. She was now back to her normal 5’11” and she squared her shoulders. She spoke firmly to herself. “You are what you are. You cannot change that, you cannot control that. You are a heretic and you are a G.E.L.F. and a very, very small part of you is human. You must get that scripture for Kougaji. If you really want to defend this world against the change you will pull yourself together, don’t mix emotion with work”.

She looked down at the box and picked up the yellow crystal. She held it in her hand and stared at it. “No , this time we go commando. “ She put the crystal back in the box and closed the lid.

She looked at her futon and then glanced up at the sky. “No time for sleep”. She grabbed a towel and headed for the bath for the second time today. She could at least try to wash away some of the sin.

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