Eidolon

Warning (PG18)

This episode contains adult themes. Reader discretion recommended.

Reon walked over to her, his steps silent on the tatami. He studied her poise, the slightly bent neck that showed her acceptance of punishment combined with the unwavering strength in her posture.

“Take off your pants,” he ordered, his tone flat. Rei’s head snapped up. Her eyes didn’t hold fear, they held a determined, fiery strength. She obeyed, unbuttoning the bamboo-patterned wide-leg trousers and stepping out of them, never breaking eye contact. Her gaze was a silent, defiant challenge that seemed to say: you can force my body, but you will never have my soul. Try, and I will never forgive you – bully.

Underneath the trousers, she wore another part of Takumi’s exquisite lace lingerie. This one, a G-string of impossibly thin, translucent silk, was the most comfortable she could find. The delicate fabric did little to conceal the outline of her heart-shaped, neatly shaved pubic hair.

Reon was momentarily spellbound, his breathing accelerating at the deliberate, aesthetic provocation of it. Then, his hands closed around her hips, hard and possessive, as he turned her to face away from him. A grim smile touched his lips as he saw the faint, pink evidence of his spanking from the ritual the day before, a ghostly imprint of his authority on the impeccable, smooth curves of her buttocks. He cupped each cheek in turn, his large hands a perfect fit, testing the weight and warmth of her.

Rei allowed it, her chest heaving with shallow breaths. A blush heated her skin despite her resolve, her body betraying her with a surge of arousal she couldn’t suppress. Yet, her eyes, when she glanced over her shoulder, still held that defiant challenge: go ahead, be the brute. Prove me right and earn my eternal contempt.

Reon hummed with deep appreciation. “It still seems an impossible blend to me,” he mused, his voice a low rumble, “This body, seemingly carved for pure pleasure, paired with such a rebellious and intelligent naivete.” His gaze swept over her, “It is… utterly intoxicating.” He turned her to face him again, one hand settling at the base of her neck, not choking, but controlling.

The other hand began a slow, explorative journey over her skin; trailing from her jaw, down the column of her throat, over the slope of her shoulder, cupping the weight of her breast, skimming her hip, and finally resting on the curve of her but. “I’m beginning to understand why Kumi felt the need to brand you,” he said, his fingers tracing the outline of the still-sore sakura tattoo. A flicker of pleasure lit his eyes as she winced at the touch.

Then, in a single, effortless motion, he picked her up and placed her in the center of the vast bed. He settled on the edge himself, his gaze raking over her with a hunger that was palpable yet tempered by intense thought. He was visibly restraining himself, a war playing out behind his eyes. The irises seemed to fracture, gaining a multifaceted, sparkling quality; a rare emotional tell Rei had seen only a handful of times in Karasu’s eyes.

Intrigued, she lifted herself onto her elbows, her head tilting slightly as she studied him, the analyst in her momentarily overriding the position as prey. Reon’s focus sharpened on her movement. “Lie down Kitsu,” he commanded, his voice hoarse and lined with a craving that betrayed his controlled exterior.

The spell broke. Rei’s eyes widened. She had moved instinctively, drawn by the ghost of Karasu in his expression. Snapping back to the terrifying reality, she sank onto the mattress, the fear and defiant challenge re-igniting in her gaze. The moment of shared, unguarded curiosity was gone, replaced once more by the tense standoff between master and averse concubine.

Reon hovered over her, a study in controlled desire. His hand glided over her cheek, her mouth, her throat, and back to her lips, tracing the boundary she had drawn. “Just for tonight,” he murmured, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through her, “I’m inclined to grant your wishes. No kisses on the mouth. No sodomy.” His mouth hovered near hers, a breath away, before moving to her ear. He kissed her earlobe, his whisper a hot, intimate promise, “But… I will need to taste all of you.”

As he said it, his hand slid down her stomach to rest, palm flat, over the front of her silk G-string, the pressure of his index finger direct against her clitoris. Rei stifled a moan, her hips giving an involuntary jerk at the precise stimulation. Pleasure, pointed and undeniable, surged through her.

Reon grabbed her face with his other hand, forcing her to meet his burning gaze. “You’re not to hold back your moans,” he commanded, “I want to hear you sing for me.” His grip loosened into a caress, “And you will hold up your end of our bargain. Other than those two restrictions, you will obey me without resistance.” A more roguish smile spread across his face, “And as payment for granting you these two favors, you will owe me two in return. Do you understand?”

Rei swallowed, her body humming with tension. As she opened her mouth to reply, Reon’s fingers pressed and circled her clit through the silk, sending a jolt so intense it ripped a surprised, loud moan from her throat. Reon’s pupils dilated in turn. Her legs twitched at his continued stimulations. Wetting her lips, a decision solidified within her: she would not fight the pleasure. She let her eyes soften, the insubordination melting into a hazy, surrendered desire.

“I understand Reon,” she breathed, “Hmm… then I’ll offer myself to you tonight… ahh… and as the price for the two favors… uhh… I promise to cook whatever you want.” Reon’s smile was triumphant, his own breathing growing heavy. A prominent bulge was rapidly forming under the fine green linen of his pants. Rei’s eyes darted towards it, a soft, wanting pant escaping her, betraying her excitement at the sight.

“Good Kitsu,” he purred. He slid his thumb into her mouth, “Now lick my finger. Suck it.” She followed his instructions, her tongue swirling around the digit, the act itself becoming a source of unexpected enjoyment, a submission she found herself appreciating more than she wanted to admit. Reon’s other hand darted out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand to the hard ridge in his trousers. Her fingers wrapped instinctively around his length through the fabric. He groaned with delight, and she felt his penis pulsate in her hand. He was growing rapidly, impressively large. Rei gasped around his finger in awe. Reon’s member felt, to her shock, not longer than Takumi’s, but distinctly wider, a formidable presence even confined by cloth.

He slipped his thumb from her mouth, moving it with careful accuracy down her body, expertly pushing her G-string aside and placing his still damp thumb directly on her swollen clit, teasing it with slow, maddening circles. A ripple of moans and trembles wracked her body, her eyes locked on his, her hand intuitively tightening around his dick.

He moaned back in response, a flow of pure male satisfaction escaping him. He drank in the sight of her muscles dancing under her skin, her body responding so openly to his touch. Reon leaned down, his lips close to hers, his whisper a husky confession. “Just when I thought you couldn’t be more beautiful or enticing… you shiver like a leaf at my touch. It’s the most appetizing I’ve seen you yet.” His gaze dropped to her mouth, a growl forming in his chest. He almost hissed the words, “ Kusō… I want to kiss you. Your requests are infuriating… but they only make me want you more.”

Then he moved, pushing her further up the bed. His fingers hooked into the silk of her G-string, pulling it aside to study her fully. His fingers ran through her wet warmth, making Rei cry out and clutch at the bed linens. He mumbled with something akin to reverence, “It simply shouldn’t be possible to be this beautiful in every aspect.”

He slid a finger inside her, a slow, testing penetration, and then lowered his mouth. His tongue found her clit, dancing over the sensitive nub with a devastating softness. He groaned against her, the vibration shooting through her core. “You are even more delicious,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal, “than the food you cook.”

Reon’s fingers, slick with Rei’s own arousal, retreated from her warm, wet depths. He brought them to her lips, his intense gaze locking with her hazy one. “Taste yourself,” he commanded, his voice a rough whisper. Rei obeyed without hesitation. Her tongue, pink and curious, darted to lick his long fingers, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she focused on the intimate flavor.

She was tasting her own desire, filtered through the scent of his skin. A low, approving hum rumbled in Reon’s chest. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and traced them down the column of her throat. “Do you like how you taste?” he asked, the question loaded.

Rei’s eyes, still clouded with pleasure, met his with shocking boldness. “I like how I taste… on your fingers,” she purred, her voice a husky vibration. Reon groaned, the sound torn from deep within him. He settled his weight more fully between her thighs, the hard, throbbing length of him a palpable pressure even through the fabric of his linen pants. “Be careful, Kitsu,” he warned, his voice strained, “Saying such things… I’m barely able to keep within the boundaries of your restrictions as it is.”

Then, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his lips tracing a searing path down to her shoulder before his teeth sank into the tender flesh there with a gentle bite. His hands slid under her, lifting her knees and clasping her buttocks, holding her completely open and exposed to him. A raw moan of pleasure and agony escaped Rei’s lips. Her hands, moving on impulse, flew up to clutch at the fabric of his shirt, her fingers digging into the powerful muscles of his back, feeling the controlled strength coiled beneath.

Reon moved lower, his attention shifting to her breasts. His hands cupped their perfect, round fullness, his thumbs brushing over the peaked nipples. “They defy gravity,” he whispered against her skin, his breath hot, “So voluminous, yet so firm and perky, even when you stand without a bra.” Then his mouth descended, his tongue laving, his lips kissing, his teeth grazing and biting her sensitive peaks with a feverish, desperate hunger.

The sensation was overwhelming, a dizzying mixture of sharp pain and deep, throbbing pleasure. Rei cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands tangling violently in his hair, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away, lost in the storm he was so skillfully conducting.