Eidolon

Warning (PG18)

This episode contains adult themes. Reader discretion recommended.

“I want that,” Rei whispered, her voice husky with a need that mirrored his own, “more than anything right now, Reon.”

His dick throbbed in response, an urgent pulse. It felt like he might come even wrapped in the thick gi. This attraction was stronger, more volatile, than any he had experienced in this hall, which was saying something, given the countless concubine rituals he had presided over.

But this wasn’t a ritual. This was something else, something dangerously mutual. A low groan tore from his throat. He almost kissed her, his lips hovering a breath from hers before he forced himself to divert, burying his face instead in the softness between her breasts, inhaling her scent. Rei moaned, her fingers tangling in his sweat-damp hair, pulling him closer.

Then, abruptly, he moved them away from the rock. He held on to her, lifting her into his arms with urgency. “Before we even consider martial training,” he stated, his voice thick with intent as he carried her toward the adjacent hot spring, “there are things I’ve wanted to do to you in the water ever since the ritual – and they cannot be postponed any longer.”

The transition from the ceremonial hall to the hot spring was a blur of released energy. Reon’s grip on her was hot and strong. He carried her directly to the washing and rinsing area, a space of clean, wet stone and wooden stools. The steaming, mineral-rich water of the hot spring enveloped them welcomingly. To her surprise, his touch was almost gentle as he set her down on one of the stools, his chest still heaving.

Without a word, his hands went to the ties of his gi. He shed the sweat-soaked top, then the pants, his movements efficient and devoid of any theatricality. Rei watched, her own body trembling slightly, as he revealed himself fully. Her breath caught. He was magnificently sculpted, every muscle defined, and his arousal was evident; thick, heavy and hard. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as her hand instinctively found her own clit, an automatic search for relief from the building pressure.

Seeing him like this, a primal urge to taste him, to feel him, surged through her. Without conscious thought, her hand darted out, wrapping around his length. The moment her skin made contact Reon groaned, a deep, resonant sound of pure pleasure. His eyes, dark with desire, locked with hers. In response, his own hand moved with an assassin’s precision, finding the exact center of her pleasure. His index finger slid into her warmth while his thumb began a relentless, expert tease of her clitoris.

Rei gasped, her head falling back, her body twitching and arching into his touch. The collaborative sensation of her hand on him and his hand on her was overwhelming. She melted against him, her free hand moving to clutch at his shoulder, then his neck, anchoring herself as the world dissolved into sensation.

Her eyes glazed over, lost in the deep, fractured blue of his irises. She was dangerously, dizzyingly close to climax. Reon moaned, her unabashed pleasure fueling his own in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He wanted to see her come, to watch her completely unravel by his hand alone. Grabbing the back of her neck, his voice became a guttural command, “Come for me, Kitsu.” He forced two fingers into her mouth.

Rei gasped around the invasion, the taste of his skin and sweat exploding on her tongue. The moan that followed was louder, more desperate, as he slipped the two fingers into her depths, his thumb maintaining its perfect, maddening rhythm on her clit. Her legs trembled violently, the pleasure building into a fuzzy, all-encompassing softness that promised a shattering release.

Reon saw the precipice in her eyes. The sadist in him whispered to pull away, to deny her and draw out the torment. But the part of him that was captivated, the part that craved this specific victory, overruled it. Instead, his other hand moved to pinch her nipple sharply, and his mouth descended to her shoulder, biting down with just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain.

The shift was instantaneous. Rei’s hazy, building orgasm transformed into a violent explosion. An uninhibited cry was torn from her throat, echoing in the steamy space as her body convulsed around his invading fingers. He held her firmly, watching her climax with rapt attention, a profound mix of fascination, desire, and a strange sense of accomplishment washing over him.

As the last tremors subsided, she went completely boneless, melting against him. He held her weight easily, her body slick with sweat and steam, her quiet, panting breaths the only sound against the gentle lap of the water.

Reon carried her, pliant from her climax, into the enveloping warm water without breaking stride. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her expression soft with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. He hummed, the sound a low vibration against her ear as he waded deeper, the water swirling around them.

“You grow more beautiful the more pleasure you absorb,” he murmured, his voice thick with a passion that was barely restrained, “Your moans, your cries… they’re driving me crazy.” He moved them to the center of the pool, where the water was deepest. His hands, firm and unyielding, grasped her hips. Then, without further ado, he entered her in a powerful stroke.

A new, satisfied moan was torn from Rei’s throat, her eyes flying completely open to meet his’, wide with gratitude and surprise. He filled her completely, a perfect, shocking fit that made her tremble with a fresh wave of pleasure. Her hands flew to his strong arms, her fingers digging into the corded muscle as she began to move with him, meeting the demanding rhythm he set. The water churned around them, a chaotic mirror to the storm of sensation building between their bodies.

Reon groaned, his own control fraying at the edges. She was even tighter than he had imagined, hot and impossibly welcoming, her body clasping his in a way that was more exquisite than any fantasy. He had feared that giving in to this base need would diminish the tantalizing anticipation, but with every thrust, she only felt hotter, tighter, more essential. 

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his chest, his lips finding her ear. “You’re so tight Kitsu,” he whispered, the words a ragged confession between deep, hard thrusts, “You make me so hard. Do you like it, Kitsu? Do you like the way my cock feels?” Between gasping moans, Rei managed to form the words, “Yes Reon… your cock… it feels… like it was made… for my pussy.”

The raw, vulgar admission shattered what little restraint he had left. A guttural sound ripped from his throat. In a surge of water and motion, he flipped her over, positioning her torso over the smooth stone edge of the spring, keeping her safely above the water.

He entered her from behind, one hand firm on the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip, his gaze locked on the Sakura blossom tattooed on her skin. The sight of Takumi’s mark fueled a primal want, and beneath it coiled a new, bitter envy. The envy became too much. He slowed, leaning over her to bite her earlobe. “Come for me again,” he commanded, his fingers finding her clit, circling it with a torturous, skilled pressure.

Rei moaned, the sensations overwhelming her. His slow, deliberate thrusts were wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. “Please,” she begged, her voice a broken plea, “Reon… fuck me deeper, harder.” With a groan of pure surrender, he obeyed. His thrusts became furious, pounding into her with a force that sent water sloshing over the stones. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck as she cried out, her body convulsing around him in a violent, shattering peak.

The feel of her pulsing around him was the final undoing of his control. He followed her over the edge with a guttural cry, his own release a hot, claiming flood deep inside her, his body shuddering against hers as the last waves of pleasure racked them both.