#kyojurou

Between the mass of beautiful women and men, your eyes fell on a pair of blazing ones. He was easy to spot. Where everyone else was having fun, choosing who to disappear with, he looked like a lost soul there. Anyone who takes a look at him could tell that it was his first time and had no prior experience.

However the tall, white haired man beside him seemed to be a pro. How he talked to everyone, his attitude, his confidence was enough proof. The blazing eyes, as if feeling your stare, turned in your direction and fell on your sitting form. The eye contact raised a different kind of emotion in your heart. What is this feeling?

The man beside him followed his eyes' direction and saw you. With an encouraging and proud grin, the white haired man nudged him your way. And that's how it all started. "Kyojuro Rengoku" that's what he introduced himself as, with a smile that can give a competition to the sun.

As the night went deep, you escorted the man to your personal bedroom. Not to be cliche but he was different from the other men you had entertained before. One after another article of clothing came off, exposing yourself to each other.

Even if all you did was, as usual, have sex, his touch didn't make you feel dirty. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist. His warm and rough hand traced every line on your body with passion while yours marked his back with scratches. His lips colour you in the most alluring colour. In the end you were so dazed that at the end you fell into slumber without any fight.

The next morning you woke up with a clean body, instead of the usual sticky one, tucked safely under the warm duvet. A note filled out with neat cursive words spelling the most beautiful words anyone had ever said. At the end he wrote, 'See you soon, till the goodbye.' beside it was a cartoon-ish drawing of a crow.

You burst out in laughter. Who writes this kind of things to an oiran? He said see you soon. Does that mean he will come again?

From that morning all you could think about was Rengoku. From the loud cheers of children outside to the orange hue of sunset, everything reminded you of him. You had entertained many customers after that day but everytime you unconsciously tried to find the Hashira in them.

He returned two weeks later, this time without that tall friend. The events repeated again. You escorted him to your room, helped each other out of the clothes and got lost in each other. This time, unlike the previous one, you were desperate to feel him against you, for him to make you feel like you are not worthless.

These events repeated again and again, and each time you were more eager to see the flame hashira. His visits were not constant. Sometimes he would come twice a week and sometimes he would disappear for months. Nights that you spent fucking turned into sharing about your days and passionate love making.

Even before you knew it you were in love. In love with the flame hashira. But it was not a luxury that you could afford. You were an oiran, a sex worker, a whore and on the other hand he was a well respected and well loved hashira, everyone's hero.

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and you knew, deep down, you didn’t want him to, but you didn’t know how much more your body could take before it gave out all together.

“K—Kyojuro—!” you cry, clamping your thighs tighter against his ears. it didn’t seem to matter how hard you squeezed, he wasn’t going to move, and you had nowhere to go. your legs were made of jelly, so climbing off of him would’ve been impossible. “I don’t know if I can cum again…” but his tongue was merciless in it’s lapping at your sensitive core, and no matter how you tried to shift, you were destined to rub yourself into his face. pressing your palms against his shoulders, you try to ease up, hover above him. “Too… too much…”

“Already?” Rengoku smiles wide against the slickness of your skin, breathing against it in hot, quick puffs.

you nod, pushing your lower lip out in a childish pout and batting your lashes.

“Even the puppy dog eyes, eh? Poor thing, you must be really sensitive.” before he grips both of your thighs, pulling you back down flush against his face. the abruptness and strength behind his movements clued you in — he wasn’t about to let you give up. the sharp dip of his nose bridge grinds into your throbbing clit. “I’m sorry, pretty girl, but your soft pussy just tastes so much sweeter when it’s swollen and tender. So let’s not hold back, hm? Let me see you scream for me once more.” he demanded, baritone thick with lust and slurred against your cunt.

you can’t even begin to argue with that. your nails bite at the broad, heavily muscled shoulders and your back arches, rubbing yourself against him, riding his face even though every nerve in your sex was kicked into overdrive. you were panting, grinding your teeth, the knots tied in your guts pulling taut as your next climax quickly approaches, and your eyes widen in surprise— crying out as if in complete shock: “Cumming… I’m cumming again!” it was incredible to you that it was even possible. your limits had been thoroughly tested during your time with the Hashira, sure, but never to this extent. you’d cum so many times already that you’d lost count, and somehow— somehow, Rengoku was able to pull another one from your spent frame.

Kyojuro laughed. it was a booming, hearty laugh, and he smacks his lips, glossy with your essence, fiery eyes flickering up the length of your sweat-sheen torso to meet your gaze. you had to dip your chin into your chest to hold the eye contact, biting down on your lip, but it didn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. just seeing him like this, the powerful Flame Hashira, a walking, breathing legend, with his face buried between your thighs and his face shiny with your juices, was enough to send you into a tizzy. one hand frees itself from your supple thigh and the thumb pad glides over your clit, eliciting a tremble. “Not yet… just a little more…”

one of your hands flies to clamp a fist around his wrist, starting to shake your head. the very touch of the rough pad against your swollen clit has you jerking atop him, but you’re too swept up in the whirlwind of torturous euphoria to make a sound, and tell him that you can’t take it.

this one was, by far, the most intense climax you’d ever experienced, and you were helpless, unable to stop it, unable to ease that pressure that just kept building.

“I might just break you with this one.” he purrs, thoughtful as he watches you thrash, but he’s grinning, ear to ear, tongue hanging out so you grind your tender core against his tastebuds while you squirm, which only heightens every electric sensation shooting through you. you squeezed his wrist, but he only chuckles and flips his wrist, turning his hand over to take yours and give it a firm grip— fingers interlacing with yours. his other arm hooked over your thigh, holding you down against his tongue but freeing his fist to rub your clit with this one instead. “Go on, pretty girl, show me.”

“Kyojuro!” you mewled, over and over, until your throat was hoarse from screaming for him, and your body was quivering, “I’m going to burst, it’s so much!”

in a way, you did.

that bubble popped.

the elastic snapped.

and you lost what little resolve, what little control of yourself, was left.

you’d never cum like that before. you were screaming his name, at the top of your lungs, and squeezing his hand, whole body spasming, shaking, and to your absolute disbelief— you erupt like a geyser. a weak cry from your slack lips is all the warning Rengoku gets before you gush, soaking his face.

humiliated, you long desperately to apologize, but before you could find the words, he dives in, relishing the shower, licking fat stripes between your nether lips and teasing your clenching hole until you’re whimpering, sagging backwards. if it wasn’t for his grip on your hand, you would’ve collapsed completely, but you were certainly limp, head dropped back, staring at the opposite wall with a hazy eyeline and panting. “O—oh, my god… Kyojuro!”

once he’s had his fill and left you quivering, too weak to sit up, he shifts under you, allowing you room to crumble on your back on the bed, snapping your trembling knees closed. you could feel the dampness from sweat and cum against the sheets, and your cheeks were hot with a blush. you’d have to go wash them in the lake before you could sleep. craning your neck, you watch Rengoku sit up on his knees, and you notice just how hard his cock is. it’s engorged and red-tipped, begging to be tended to, and pointing towards his rippling abdomen. you take one look at it, and then another at his face— droplets of your release raining down on to his heaving chest, clinging to his temple, wetting his hair, and you bite down, harshly, on your lower tier, and force your legs to spread apart, again. it wasn’t the most elegant of poses, your shaking thighs sore and splayed open, exposing your much too sensitive cunt to him again.

“I want—“ your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and you could hardly find the words. your body didn’t want you to say them. your body wanted you to beg for time to recuperate. “I want to do that again…”

his blazing gems house two blown out pupils, and they zero in on your treasure, offered to him, even though every muscle jumped under your skin. he smiles, leaning over you to fit right into the gap provided, and ran his fingertips over your quivering core in butterfly strokes, lips whisking across yours. “Now I’ve spoiled you, have I? You’ll beg me to drink from your sweet fountain until you can’t even form words?”