Seduced

Sliding a finger through her tuft and into her slit, he found her prompt and ready clit.
Brushing his finger over it, he heard her sharply gasp.
Smirking from her sensativity, Hatori slid his finger down even more; circling around her awaiting opening and then back up to her clit.
He felt her tremble.
His own body demanded to rush things, to give in.
He ignored it. This was too enjoyable.

Reaching for a nearby pillow, Tohru bit into it.
This was one part of Hatori's teasing she couldn't bare and didn't count on. It shook through her again and again with each tremble he made her feel.
She wanted to hit him with the pillow for teasing her so much. Instead, she kept a corner in her mouth, silencing her own ignored pleas.
She continued to squirm and thrash around.
She was completely and utterly insatiable. Most of all, she was at the Dragon's mercy.

Chuckling at Tohru's distress, Hatori looked at her. His eyes flashing with myschief as he trailed a finger down into her opening, testing the waters. Imitating what he desperately wanted to do to her.
She felt warm and sticky to the touch. His smirk broadened into a hungry smile.
Pushing his finger further into her and slowly withdrawing, he repeated the action again and again.
Dipping two more fingers into her, he continued his torment.
He could tell by the way she clawed at the pillow and bit down into it, she was being pushed to the edge of insanity.
With one last movement, he kept her at the edge of explosion.
Drawing his fingers out, he licked at her sticky clear liquid on it.

'So this is what she tastes like. . .salted lemon.'
He almost laughed.
She was like the game of shots he sometimes played with Shigure and Ayame--licking the lower knuckle of his thumb covered with salt, sucking on a slice of lemon before chasing it down with a shot of sake.
'Lick, suck and sip. . .'

Parting her legs a little more, he brought her to his lips, letting his tongue slip between her legs. He licked up and down, flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue, paying careful attention to it before trailing his tongue down to her opening, dipping into it.
'No, not salted lemon.' He closed his eyes. The words were now meaningless to him; a new discription tugged at his thoughts. 'Ambrosia; fruit of the Gods, nothing on Earth could taste this good--not even. . .'
He swallowed hard, leaving the thought unfinished.

Crying out, Tohru threw the pillow aside. She clawed at the bedcovers until she could get a fistful in each hand.
Clutching at the covers, she lifted her hips for Hatori, urging him deeper into her.
She held herself against him, fearing if she let herself sink back against the bed, she'd awaken from a pleasurable fantasy.
Little gasps and whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips as Hatori's tongue plunged into her again and again.
Her slow dripping moisture, now became an erruption of feminine cum.

Kissing and lapping at Tohru's opening, Hatori drank in her hot white-gold.
His teasing had been a success, he had sent her into an orgasm she couldn't withstand.
He gently set her back down onto the bed as the throbbing of his erection once again reminded him that the game had to quickly come to its end.

The unleashed dragon once again made itself known.
Unable to control it, Hatori clawed his way up the bed, caging her in once again like she was trapped prey for the starved dragon. His hungry lips searching for hers, kissing her from the hollow of her throat until at last, his lips found hers.
His tongue poked at them until she let her lips part, accepting him into her mouth.

With the kiss full and passionate, Hatori distracted her long enough to arrange himself above her as he slowly entered her with ease, only stopping at the barrier that kept her innocence.
He glanced at her, looking for any sign that would urge him on.

Holding onto his broad shoulders, Tohru found herself desperately wanting to feel his body crush hers with the weight of him.
It was only when she felt the pressure of Hatori entering her that she loosened her hold on him.
She tore her lips away as the pleasurable pressure within her deepened.
"Please Ha'ri. . .now!"

"Are you sure? There's no going back after this."

Nodding, Tohru let her nails bite into Hatori's shoulders. She wanted to say: 'I'm yours!' But she decided it was too childish.
She sought his lips, needing to taste him as she waited for the inevitable pain Rin had warned her of.

It came as stray tears slipped from her eyes.
She felt her body flinch as if it was going to reject Hatori.
Just the thought of it made her wince.
'THIS is what I wanted. . .needed. . .and seduced Hatori for,' she reminded herself as she gasped with pleasurable pain into the kiss.
She felt relief when the pain finally began to ebb away.

Pausing, Hatori looked the woman in his grasp, his eyes full of love and lust; he ran a hand through her hair.
"Don't cry. I'll stop if you want me to."

Shaking her head, Tohru wiped away the tears.
"No. . .I. . .I just wasn't ready. . .for the pain."
She gave him a reassuing smile.

Returning her smile, Hatori nodded.
He turned with her in his arms, switched positions with her, letting her ride him.
As much as he wanted to feel her under him, he wasn't prepared to take the chance of his Zodiac taking his pleasue away--not even for a moment.

At first, she didn't know what to do, but as she moved to adjust herself to him, her instincts knew EXACTLY what to do.
Moving against Hatori; she realised the Dragon was letting her set the pace as he moved with her.
'Is he letting me go at a slow pace because it's my first time. . .or is he letting me do it to prolong this. . .this. . .'
She didn't know exactly what to call it. Rin had used so many words and her mother hadn't had the chance to explain it all to her; on top of everything else, her biology class hadn't even gotten to the subject!

With her heart racing and the sensations from earlier rising within her, Tohru fell forward until she was on all fours.
As her body quivered and her centre clamped down on Hatori's manhood, she sped up the pace.

She bit down on her lower lip as something deep down coiled tightly, threatening to spring back to life with an intense force.
Being pushed further and further to the edge of uncontrolable pleasure, she looked at him in wonderment. How he could give her so much pleasure with one single act was beyond her comprehension.

Her hair tickled against his chest as it brushed back and forth with each movement Tohru made against him.
Giving into the temptation of playing with her hair, Hatori toyed with Tohru's hair in one hand, whilst his other hand pressed firmly against her derriere, urging her to keep riding.

He needed release--his body ached for it, but he wanted to cum WITH her--to throw himself off the cliff of passion with her clinging to him.
With each rythmn-movement she set, it pushed him further and further to the edge.

The Dragon within breathed his fire.