/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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>"Is it because I'm a youkai?"

>To hear the words on her lips made me flinch. The quiet fear in my gut, now affirmed, twisted, and I with it, at not realization but confirmation. Of course I'd known - any human who lived a life outside the village lived short - but I didn't want to believe it. Now I had no choice, and I nodded.

>In the time it took me to nod she finished entertaining herself with my lips, and moved to my neck, tickling it with tender, featherlike busses. "If you knew I was a youkai," she whispered, "then you can't complain if I gobble you up."

>Swallowing, I nodded.

>There was a sound, low as the snarl of a tiger, yet so pristine, so unbelievably graceful and songlike, I couldn't fathom it being Yuuka's gentle laughter. "But I won't eat you.

>"I'm going to keep you."

>She craned my head back, baring my neck, and tickled the skin ever so delicately with the edges of her fangs. For each stroke, just as I thought she would sink her teeth into my vitals, they would relent and the touch of her lips would replace them, moistening the tender flesh. Downwards she slithered, planting more threatening kisses down the length of my neck in the dozens, stopping when she reached my collarbone.

>She paused, and I felt the tremble of her lips as they formed a giggle. "You're enjoying yourself."

>My hands were on her hips, unconsciously pinching the ample, shapely fat underneath her many-layered dress, reading the shape of her lovely body. I could barely flinch, couldn't eke out a noise, as a hand shot to my mouth and covered it, stifling my cry of surprise. "Not a noise," she hushed. "Be a good boy."

>Never had I thought the smell of potting soil and flower petals to be so threatening and oppressive. With her hand smothering me, the aroma was overbearingly strong, sickeningly sweet, at once sending me into a terrified frenzy and a deep sleep.

>To be, in equal measure, unable to run yet unable to fight, instilled a horrible, absolute fear. Or, perhaps it was the same fear I had always felt, but only now, with no other options at hand, was I faced with its reality and implacability. As Yuuka took a free hand to my clothes and shed them, I couldn't help but shiver, could do nothing to the sense of helplessness that took hold.

>"Stop," I begged, in a feeble quiver that did not even convince myself.

>She did not. Yuuka came as close to my ear as she did when kissing it, and whispered, "Don't you want to be here?"

>I gave a curt nod, unsure of who I was convincing.

>"Haven't you longed to leave the village? To live in nature?"

>Nod.

>"And haven't you been looking for a girl to treat you right?"

>I choked on nothing. "Miss Kazami is...more like a, a mother to me-"

>But I stopped myself. Hadn't I been hoping for this to happen? I had every opportunity to flee from her before. I knew she was a youkai, after all, and there were hardly any happy ends with their ilk. Who did I have to blame but myself?

>It was an afterthought. I wouldn't tire my tongue on a fruitless argument; I, a human, could argue with a youkai as much as a flower could argue with me. There was no bridging our differences but through letting Yuuka take what she wanted. Wholly, I was inferior.

>She read my mind. "Hush," she soothed again, a hair's breadth from my ear. "I can be your mommy, but first, you're my little flower."

>I nodded. "Yes..."

>My eyes were nearly shut, blinking away the scarce tears that had dampened them. Now open, they saw Yuuka, her vest and dress on the grass beneath her, her bone-white shirt unbuttoned and revealing the breasts underneath.

>More lucid, and sobered by the calmness of surrender, I came to realize just how different we were. Yuuka had always leaned more than she sat, and until now, with her atop me, I hadn't realized she was taller than me. Were we level, my eyes would not have reached her chin. Now in my lap, Yuuka could rest her head atop mine, and smother me in her chest, and she did exactly that.

>Tall indeed, but she was not slender. It dazzled me how much of her assets, two plump, pumpkin-sized breasts, could be hidden by a mere two layers of cloth. They rested on my shoulders and warmed the neck as, tentatively, I returned Yuuka's kisses tenfold in the crevice between her mounds of love, encouraged by the soft, steady petting that Yuuka found some delight in doing. My hands moved randomly, seeking some excess to grip and massage, touching each and every roll that graced her fertile figure.

>Only when they reached her bottom did I realize my own, and felt the rhythmic grinding of Yuuka's groin against mine, swimming circular, teasing the untended erection that found footing between her chubby thighs. Even with my lips sealed by her skin I could not suppress a quiet moan, a musical hum at the sudden pleasure. She, in turn, let slip a titter, amused at my reaction and half-tempted to tease me more.