[Sunagakure] Amakajiba

With the passage of time, there seemed to be neither halt nor regression to the occurrences betwixt the pair. Instead, things only seemed to gradually progress into further stages. Benihime's hand managed to find its way to his obi quite casually, but Youko didn't seem to hold this sort of restraint. His left hand moved from her hip, up her torso, until sharpened nails slid between her breasts, slicing effortlessly through the laces of her top. Afterwards, that very same hand latched onto her right breast, where it began to rub and squeeze accordingly.

The passage of time seemed to let Youko find the need to begin undressing the young woman before him in a rather aggressive manner. A hand that moved from her hip up her torso and sliced the laces of her top, freeing her chest to be molested. If the woman cared about the now cut laces of her top, she couldn't be bothered to respond to it in a negative way. Instead she simply found what she was looking for after loosening his obi at which point she'd begin to stroke his rod, as she moaned into his mouth finding pleasantness in the sensation. All the while she was rather steadily reaching a level of peak arousal which only seemed to feed into her further actions.

As Youko's left hand found its activity of choice on Benihime's chest, his right hand abandoned the side of her face. It moved down hastily toward her hips, where it gripped the waistline of her shorts and opened them enough to allow him to reach inside. Unlike Youko's left hand, his right hand did not presently possess nails manipulated into claw form. As such, he was easily able to begin circling the woman's source of arousal with a single finger, without any form of worry for applied damages. This action was markedly less aggressive than his previous efforts, but for rather obvious reasons, he figured.

It seemed that Youko's actions were still rather hasty as he pulled at her shorts to reach what was hidden within. Soon enough there was a more gentle circling of the woman's most sensitive spot under the man's fingers which finally caused her face to separate from his. "Aah~" There was no resistance to be had. In fact her whole body seemed to relax including the loosening of her legs around his body as they fell apart before him to provide easier access to her person. If anything her own body was more than prepared for what was to come, and as such that one finger sliding around her pearl was enough to bring small pleasurable noises from the young woman as her mouth moved towards Youko's neck and she licked a line down from his jaw to his collar bone before settling in to place a line of kisses and bites there. All the while her right hand was occupied delivering strokes to his manhood which now mimicked the pace of his own motions below her waist.

In the moments that followed, Youko noted the disappearance of legs from around his person. This afforded him a certain amount of previously unavailable freedom. He immediately took advantage of said freedom, lowering his left hand to pull away the redhead's shorts while his right hand continued its efforts. Once this was done, he grabbed onto her right thigh and began pecking and licking at the left side of Benihime's neck.

After the release of her legs, her shorts were soon removed from her person. This would leave the red haired woman naked atop the table with one of her husband's hands on her thigh and the other busy between her legs. And just as she was giving attention to the man's neck and upper chest he did the same to her, which only elicited more sounds from her person. Her hands stayed busy below his waist as her right index finger slipped over the tip of him, and she got outrageously close to orgasm as his actions continued.

Though much time had passed since his previous encounter of such nature with his wife, Youko knew of he encroaching flourish merely by the feeling of his right hand. Ease of movement had reached an almost perfect point for his lone finger, which prompted him to deftly slip both his fore and middle finger into the redhead's core, with an upward curve of said fingers occurring as they moved toward the limit of their reach. At the same time, his tongue protruded from his mouth, tracing a line up the side of her neck until it thrashed against her earlobe.

Benihime was still busying herself, but soon enough the methods of her husband would change. At the moment he when from simply circling to inserting two fingers curving them upward within her, her body tensed like the start of a flourish. This feeling was sent over the edge by the added stimulation of the lick delievered up her neck before the tongue thrashing of her earlobe. The finish which came to her was hard and infinitely relieving and was accompanied by the man's name falling from her mouth. "Youko!~" all while the stroking of his cock never ceased.

And so, the first of what tended to be many peaks was reached. For Youko, this was presently nothing more than a sign to continue, so he did exactly that. With his fingers already within the woman, he began ever so casually stroking at her interior. All the while, he received the constant sensation of Benihime's gentle hand upon his own groin, but this seemed far from his center of focus. "Haven't heard that in a while," he commented upon hearing his own name fall from the woman's mouth. "I'm gonna have to get used to it again."

Her first peak reached, the young woman seemed to have relaxed quite a bit. Even so, her gentle stroking of his manhood didn't seem to be at the forefront of the blacksmith's mind. Knowing this the woman changed her methods a bit using her unoccupied hand to fondle his sack, and knowing full well he hadn't achieved release in just as long as she had. All the while he'd continued his casual stroking of her interior causing moisture to leak from within her and other small sounds to fall from her mouth. Having noted that it'd been some time since he'd heard his own name called in such a way and saying he'd have to get used to it again, a huge grin would cross the woman's face. "Um-hmm, wouldn't want you to forget it or anything." she mentioned cheekily. She was more than readily oblige him in this, particularly when his fingers were so busy below her waist. After she spoke she busied her mouth with tracing the man's collarbones with just the tip of her tongue.