For Valkyrie - Happy Birthday! Makeup "You set me up!"
Sengoku sipped his beer and scowled. Helena scowled back.
"I got fed up with you talking about Benten all the time."
The Nikkoyama heir's mouth dropped open.
"What the fuck are you talking about!? I don't talk about the little faggot…"
"In your sleep."
She could almost see his mental processes tripping over the accusation.
"In… uh… what…"
She smirked triumphantly. It was unusual to see Sengoku lost for words: Helena intended making as much capital out of the occurrence as possible. She pouted.
"I feel so humiliated… My lover dreams about a danshou when he's in bed with me…"
Put that way, he could maybe see why she was annoyed. But fuck it! She didn't own him…
"Look, what if I take you away for a few days… top class hotel, a show or two, some shopping… will that shut you up?"
Helena's mouth opened and closed for moment or two, speechless, eyes flashing.
"You… you… OOOOH!!"
She shoved herself up from the table, wishing she hadn't finished her drink so she could throw it in his face, and stormed out of the bar. Sengoku stared after her.
"What the fuck…?"
You should go after her."
Sengoku jumped and nearly spilt his drink. He glanced over his shoulder at the smartly-dressed executive type on the next table: the man was eyeing him with interest.
"What?"
"You should go after her," the stranger repeated. "She's beautiful, and obviously feels a lot for you. If you want to keep her, go after her and apologise. And mean it. If you don't - well, there are plenty of other personable young men out there who'd give their right arms for a girl like that."
Sengoku slammed down his glass.
"What the fuck business is it of yours?!"
The businessman shrugged and took a sip of his own drink.
"None, of course. Just offering the advice of experience."
"Yeah, well, I don't need your fucking advice, pal!"
The businessman raised a sardonic eyebrow, but remained silent. With a last glare, Sengoku turned back to his beer…
…draining the glass in two rushed swallows then hurrying out of the bar.
The businessman chuckled to himself, then resumed reading the mail on his mini-comp and promptly forgot the matter.Outside, Sengoku scanned the wide walkway, searching for Helena's corn-gold mane amongst the conservative black and multi-coloured heads milling there - fewer of the latter given that this was an upper class area of Oedo… where the fuck was… Ah. There, just turning the corner.
He ran after her, shoving indignant citizens aside in his haste, and caught up with her half way down the plaza.
"Helena…"
She ignored him, head high, face taut. He strode beside her for a few paces, then leapt in front of her and gripped her upper arms in his hands. She glared at him, her voice dripping ice.
"Let go."
"No. Look, I'm…s… s…" He gritted his teeth. He could say it. He could… "I'm sorry, OK?"
"And that's it, is it?"
He shrugged.
"What more d'you want?"
She folded her arms over full breasts and glowered.
"Do you even know what you're apologising for?"
"For upsetting you." He raised a hand as she snorted and made to walk past him. "Just fucking listen, will you?"
She paused, head inclined, then tapped her foot impatiently.
"Five minutes."
"OK." He glanced around the crowded street. "Uh, could we go somewhere a little more private?"
There was an olde-fashioned 'feinne shop a short distance away: Helena jerked her head in its direction.
"In there. You're buying."Sengoku handed over his 'card to pay for their coffees and four exquisite minute confectionaries from somewhere he'd never heard of on the other side of the world (Helena had winced at the price: Sengoku never even blinked), and joined the young woman at an elegant - if somewhat uncomfortable - table.
"OK. I'm listening."
He propped his chin in one hand and gazed at her, taking a sip of his coffee with the other.
"I don't understand your problem. I mean, you fuckin' organised that first night with the faggot…"
"I didn't expect you to go and fall in love with him!"
He nearly choked on his coffee, spluttering over the table.
"You… I… fuck that!"
"You're not in love with him?"
"Don't be fucking stupid!"
She raised an eyebrow.
"Why did you go back to see him then?"
He shook his head, his eyes bewildered, looking like a lost little boy for a moment.
"I… I dunno."
"You think he's attractive?"
"He's fucking beautiful!" He reached out to stroke her face. "So're you, in a different way."
"Oh, I'm so glad it isn't in the same way…!"
The sarcasm was lost on Sengoku, who seemed to be trying to work out exactly what he did feel.
"I mean… I'm not a fucking queer. I'm not. So why…"
Intrigued, Helena took his hand.
"You like men?"
"Fuck, no! But Benten… it's like… he's not like a man. Nor a girl. It's like he's something… else…" He gazed at her helplessly. "S'like being hooked on somethin' illegal."
Helena frowned. This conversation was not going the way she wanted.
"Do you prefer me, or him?"
He growled, hating being put on the spot.
"It's not like that!"
"Oh?"
"No. You're… you. He's a whore. A good one, a high-class one, yeah, but a whore all the same. Belongs to anyone who'll pay his price. Y'think I'd want to hook up with that?"
Helena blinked. She hadn't thought of that aspect of things. But Sengoku hadn't finished.
"I mean, yeah, he's a fantastic fuck, either way. And yeah, he's gorgeous. But it's like… like scratching an itch, y'know? Drives you fucking nuts while it's itching, but once it's scratched you forget all about it."
Helena gaped, unsure of what to say. This had to be the most… open Sengoku had ever been with her - and they weren't even talking about them!
The Nikkoyama heir sighed and took her hand, something he simply never did in public.
"Look, I'm sorry if it upsets you." He hesitated, then, "If you really want, I'll stay away from him."
She smiled, pressing her advantage.
"I'd rather you did."
His shoulders slumped, and he took another swallow of the cooling coffee.
"OK."
There was a moment's silence, then he half-grinned at her.
"We can still do that trip away, if you like. Otousan has a penthouse suite in a hotel on Hokkaido. Ever been there?"
She shook her head. He grinned.
"Fine. Let's go and pack."Strong hands sliding around her from behind, slipping under the yukata she'd thrown on after showering, cupping her breasts, strong fingers gently pinching and fondling her nipples… She groaned and leaned back into Sengoku's strong body. He nuzzled her neck, biting very gently.
"Like it?"
"Mmmmmmm…."
The hotel was very quiet, very exclusive, and very, very picturesque. The penthouse suite looked out over the sea, the balcony broad with sliding glass shutters in case of inclement weather; the furniture was rich and opulent in an oddly understated way. Helena thought it was wonderful, and said so. Sengoku nibbled her earlobe.
"Wanna try out the bed?"
She twisted to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I think that's an excellent idea…"
Grinning, he swung her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down on the biggest bed she'd ever seen. She grinned up at him.
"Is this designed for orgies or something?"
He smirked and placed the huge bowls of fabulously expensive real fruit and whipped cream within easy reach.
"You want to invite a few people?"
She laughed and dragged him closer, hands slipping inside his yukata to skim over stirring genitals.
"No…" She nipped lightly at his jaw. "I think you'll do very nicely…"Sated and content, Helena licked the last of the cream from Sengoku's lax cock, earning herself a long happy groan. It had been a fabulous two hours…
And also very funny.
Sengoku had started it, making her lie on her back, placing a pineapple ring over each of her nipples and spooning cream inside, then perching a cherry on the top. As she giggled, he nudged her thighs apart and slathered between her legs with more of the cream - then positioned another cherry on her clit.
And then he licked everything off.
He'd started at her nipples, lapping at the drops of juice on the curve of her breasts, then licking through the cream - and firmly across her areolae and up each achingly erect nipple - to suck the cherries into his mouth, chewing with half-closed eyes and a look of delectation on his face as she quivered and waited for whatever-it-was he intended doing next….
He very slowly, daintily, tantalisingly licked the cream from each nipple before sucking the hard flesh into his mouth, tongue flicking across the top, chewing very carefully as she tried hard not to writhe under him. By the time he'd eaten the pineapple rings she was strung tight, cunt aching.
So when he licked from her cunt entrance to her clit and sucked the cherry - and her clit - into his mouth, she shrieked and came, lights flashing behind her eyes as he slid a finger into her.
"…oh fuck… 'goku, please…"
Sengoku grinned.
"Nuhuh. My turn first."
And he lay down, hands behind his head and thighs spread as she slathered cream thickly over his cock, his balls, his hips and thighs, and then licked it off so slowly he thought he would go mad…
Then she straddled his hips, rubbing herself back and forth over his erection until he snarled, gripped her hips and rammed up into her so powerfully she could almost feel him in her throat, almost taste him as he came, long and hard and hot, back arching as he dragged her down to him.
"…fuck…"
She giggled and kissed him deeply.
"Mmmmmm… "
He wrapped strong arms around her, his cock slipping out of her body, his come sliding down his balls, and cradled her on top of his body while their breathing returned to normal. She nuzzled his neck.
"Want dessert?"
He burst out laughing and kissed her, tongue exploring a mouth that tasted of Helena and cream, then nodded.
"Oh yeah…"
The second time was more leisurely, though no less fun. Sengoku kept Helena giggling with his suggestions - delivered with a raised eyebrow, a quirk of mobile lips and a demonstration - of what they could do with the different sorts of fruit… She wasn't quite ready for his ideas of what he'd like to do with the banana though… Maybe later. After a couple of drinks…She'd come for the third time and was lying limply, luxuriating in the feel of Sengoku's cock thrusting into her, the welcome weight of his body pressing her into the bed, the legs that had been wrapped around his hips now spread wide as she ran her hands down his smooth back, squirming slightly to cup his tight buttocks…
… an idea - or maybe just curiosity...
She ran a finger down the crack of his arse, pad pressing against the puckered opening - grinning to herself when he gasped and pushed back against her finger. Uhuh. Well, he'd all but admitted outright that he liked being fucked…
She wasn't prepared to go any further, not now, and maybe not ever - but there were alternatives. Those 'strap-on' things she'd seen advertised, for example. She'd have to investigate. Or she could ask Benten, he'd know for sure…
Sengoku was moving faster, groaning as she used both hands to spread his buttocks, pushing firmly against his arsehole with two fingers in little up and down movements. And he came, hard, pounding into her, teeth gritted, whimpering, then jerkily relaxing, rolling them both onto their side. She nuzzled his neck.
"You like that."
He was still panting, chest rising and falling, tanned body sheened with sweat, eyes half-closed.
"…yeah… Do you mind?"
She brushed kisses over his face.
"No… well, I don't think so."
"Good." He propped himself up on one elbow, cheek resting against his hand, and stroked her breast with the other, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "D'you wanna try it?"
She grimaced, wriggling her backside at the thought as his cock slid from her cunt.
"Euww, no!"
He chuckled.
"OK." He yawned. "Fuck, you've worn me out!"
She smirked and stroked his chest.
"No stamina… Ah well, we need a bath anyway." She wrinkled her nose. "And clean sheets…" She pulled herself upright, reaching down to give him a hand.
"Yeah. And something to eat."
He followed her to the bathroom, hands cupping and kneading her buttocks. She grinned back over her shoulder.
"You're still hungry?"
"Yeah. I'm a growing boy - fruit cocktail's not enough to keep me going."
He stood very close behind her as she leaned down to start the water running into the huge sunken bath, half-erect and sticky cock nestling between her buttocks. She wriggled, then wrapped her hand around his penis and led him to the shower. Sleeking lemon-scented soap over his smooth skin, she chuckled contentedly.
"Oh, I don't know. This last couple of hours was almost enough to turn me vegetarian…"
He laughed and pulled her close, rubbing his erection against her groin as he washed her back, hands slippery as they gripped her arse.
"And they do say fruit is good for you…"
She quivered as a slick finger eased its way into her cunt, and nipped lightly at his jaw.
"Well, what do you say to a quick soak, then we'll go back for a second course?"
He smirked, ushering her over to a bath full of orange scented bubbles.
"I think that's a fucking good idea…"
© 2003 September 20th Joules Taylor
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