Miko was continually teased. Even as she rose to the movements of the lad buried within her throat it seemed he was content to question her learning experiences for his sake. He'd only crossed her mind when this dream happened, true, but as he was the only person with a face in any dream she could recall in either of her lives, it was obvious that such an experience was definitely his to enjoy. "I mean you're the only face I see here~" she flirted with the lad, and it was the truth. Actually those words were true of the Seimei Shrine in general, he'd been the only person worth talking to that wasn't brought to the place by her specifically. So he could reap the rewards of her continued experimentation, as long as he didn't mind where she picked up her techniques.
Ah and everything would continue. Eventually that long finger, would find its way deeper into her loins. And once it did he commented on the quality of wetness he found between her legs. He compared her to the well and claimed she was a second. She blushed harder if even possible. "That's so embarrassing..." she claimed. Ah, but that didn't actually sound like a complaint. He seemed to appreciate it, so she'd continue. Her throat was already working and his movements became more vigorous. All she could do was allow her saliva to coat his shaft as he moved it about with a recklessness she'd not known before. He aggrevated her throat, but eventually she'd be found humming while he plagued her depths. The tune of choice, the one she'd made for Seimei's birthday, somehow... that didn't feel sacrilegious in this case. She didn't let up but it wouldn't stop her fluids from splashing about. Still.. there was something to bring a minor hiccup to her work and that was the addition of his tongue against her depths. She'd felt this before but it had to be among her favorite things. It made her body shiver, and her canal tighten further. As he lapped away at her she followed his directions, "I wouldn't know which it's subjective~" she said of her loins versus her mouth. Even so, she continued to do her best her work on his tool as he pumped it around even more aggressively, didn't seem to slow at all, though a few extra hums and convulsions would occur as her tongue lashed at him. Obviously, his own doing at this point, but she wouldn't stop. Even if she climaxed her tongue and throat would continue. She didn't want her headpats to stop just yet. Not until at least her throat and belly were filled. Ah but what she couldn't know, was that leakage of hers was already beginning to overwhelm her actual body, she was having the wettest of wet dreams.