Seduced

Shifting over the silk, Tohru kept hold of the covers, reminding her this was reality--that Hatori was kissing her with so much passion--the ache within her was being fuelled by his hungry kiss; a kiss she wanted to be endless. She quivered from what he was doing to her.
Feeling his erection as her hands roamed his body, she arched her hips against his, wanting--needing--to show him just what exactly she ached for. . .

In rese toe to her simple action, Hatori moved his hand from between her legs, over her exposed hip, until he brushed against a breast. Cupping it, he kneaded it until her nipple became hard, demanding attention without the barrier of clothing between them.
She trembled beneath his hand.

Unable to take anymore of tou touching, Tohru ripped her mouth away from Hatori's and slid down the bedcovers, pausing here and there to brush her lips against his naked chest and lap where she had left a kiss. She figured, they were safe enough to touch like this as long as her chest didn't touch his chest--they could have a romantic night without Hatori changing into his Zodiac form.
Frustrated by his shirt, she pushed the material until it reached his forearms--trapping him.
With most of his torso exposed, she continued on with her own torture toward him; flicking the tip of her tongue against one of his nipples then the other.

Groaning, Hatori sat back on his heels as he eagerly shook off his shirt, before once more caging her in with his body.
Keeping himssteasteady on his knees and one hand; he latched onto one of her wrists, forcing her to let go of the quilt, he brought her caught wrist up over her head and kept it there.
Pressing it hard against the mattress until she cried out in pain.
"Don't do that. . ." he growled out in a husky voice. "The things you do to me are torturous enough already."

Tohru nodded as she struggled for breath. "Y. . ." She began, slowly wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. "You've told me. . ."

She was making him crawl slowly through the flames of hell; a tempting seductress.
The slightest of her actions toward him made the dragon within become moreontrontrolable.
Releasing his hold on her, he lightly trailed his fingers down her arm, making her shiver.
"This doesn't do you justice," Hatori commented as he reached for the ribbon tie around her throat, holding her nightgown in place. With one quick movement, he pulled it lose, letting the satin slip halfway down her breasts. "You don't need it."

Blushing, Tohru tried to turn away from him. No matter how hard she tried, his eyes held hers until her blushing ebbed away. . .she was beginning to feel comfortable with him. . .she wanted him to see the woman he was bringing out from deep within her.

Tugging down the material until it reached her hips, Hatori paid careful attention to the hollow of her neck, licking and kissing, lapping at the taste of her.
"Spring. . ." he whispered. "The scent of sakura's and the taste of candy. . ." He glanced up, his eyes narrowed but delight shined in them. "If I knew you tasted this good, I would have done this much sooner."
He pulled the rest of her nightgown down until she was completely free of it.

"I. . .I. . ." Swallowing, Tohru tried to forced out something; it wasn't the fact she was embarrassed from the compliment, it was more to the fact that she didn't know HOW to respond to it.
She watched as Hatori reached for a little bottle next to the bed.

Continuing his delightful torture on her, Hatori swept kisses over Tohru's full creamy breasts and grazed at her nipples with his teeth.
He enjoyed the little pants and gasps she let out between each kiss and graze. He was beginning to have the same affect on her as she was having on him.
Unscrewing the cap on the bottle, he poured the pale pink liquid on the valley between her breasts, watching as it trickled down her chest, over her abdomen and finally pool in her navel.
He lazily rubbed it into her skin, releasing the scent of cherries.

Sucking in her breath, Tohru trembled at the quake of Hatori's touch. He was making her insane with wanting.
"That's. . .that's. . ." she tried to gain control of her voice, but failed at it. "That's not rubbing . . . ." she sqeaked out.

"I know."
A sly grin pulled at the corners of his mouth.
His tongue darted out, following the trail of the essence to her navel. He dipped his tongue in, drinking her in as if she was a fine wine for his tasting then lapped where he had rubbed in the liquid.

Unable to take anymore of Hatori's teasing, Tohru decided to regain control of the seductive moment.
She slid her way further down the bed, her hands searching and finding.
Her nails worked at the buckle of his belt, the button and zipper on his pants followed.
She began to tug them down, when Hatori moved away from her, until he was off the bed.

Crawling to the foot of the bed, Tohru hesitantly reached out. She tugged at Hatori's pants again, finishing what she started.
'Relax and go with my instincts. . .' She reminded herself of Rin's words. 'Do what my body wants. . .'

With his pants around his ankles, Tohru tried to surs a s a blush.
Rin had NEVER told her about THIS part!
Hatori was standing before her in nothing but his dark grey boxer shorts--his full erection poking out between the buttons.
For the first time that night, she didn't know what to do.

"It's okay Tohru, I can take it from here. . .no more games, no more teasing."
He swallowed hard and closed his eyeImagImages of her doing things to him--not even Kana had done--flashed in his mind like a flickering silent movie. Images of her on all fours and taking him into her mouth as he exploded down her throat. Images of her sliding her hand up and down his member, lightly dragging her claw-like nails as she did. And finally, images of her riding him as he filled her competely, until her body became exhausted. . .and if they could must the energy: experiment with positions.
Gritting his teeth, Hatori shoved aside the images as he opened his eyes.

Shaking her head, Tohru tugged at Hatori's shorts until they joined his pants. "I. . .I. . .I want to."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Please, let me. I'm sure I can do this."
She made herself relax and let her body take over.
Gently, she dragged the tip of a finger-nail over the head of his manhood to experiment.
It twitched.
Supressing a giggle from the affect her slight action had on him, she let her tongue dart out, tasting the single drop of pre-cum, ready to drip from the tip.

Sucking in a sharp deep breath, Hatori held it as Tohru took him into her mouth; a little bit at a time, until she almost gagged when he pushed against the back of her throat.
Looking down at her, he noticed she kept him in her mouth with a firm grip on his member, making sure he couldn't pull out.
'I don't believe it. . .I just don't. . .she can fit a good deal of me into her mouth!" he smiled. "Hmph, yesterday she was a shy and timid girl, tonight she knows exactly what she wants and isn't shy about it.'
In turn, he held her there as she suckled, her tounge licking at the underside of him.
He released his breath in a groan. "You keep that up and I won't be held responsible for my actions."

Paying little to no attention to Hatori's warning, Tohru lightly scrapped her teeth against him as she slowly began to pull away and then push him back into her mouth.

"God, don't do that. . ." His voice was shaky. He had lost count of how many times he had spoken those words to her, but still she persisted in doing things that sent him crazy with wanting.
Though the more she teased him, the more he was unable to hold onto his self-control. He began to drip down her throat.

Pulling her mouth away, Tohru circled the tip with her tongue and lapped at it before moving him back into her mouth, taking in as much as she could.

That was it, she had completely stripped away his self-control.
He errupted into her mouth like Krakatoa--unable to control the explosion.

At first, Tohru didn't know what to make of the hot stringy liquid shooting down the back of her throat. She imagined herself looking one of the girls from Shigure's hentai mangas, then she became fearful of not being able to take Hatori's offering--or worse--becoming ill from something she had never tasted before; Rin hadn't mentioned anything about the taste or what to make of it.
Though she persisted in her action, making herself push on until the hotness stopflowflowing.
To her surprise, it didn't take long for her to get use to the taste. . .and, she decided she wanted more.

Chuckling at Tohru's whimper as he withdrew himself from her mouth, Hatori reached for the clasps in her hair and pulled them out. Running a hand her hair, he decided he much prefered it down, flowing free without any ribbons or restraints.
He watched it spill down her back and around her shoulders.
'Innocent. . .' His mind laughed. 'Not so innocent anymore, is she?'