The Ryos Flame

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The sound of Miyako's voice made him shake even more. It was almost like his dream. She touched his cheek with her fingers and he could feel the roughness from battle. But, he did not care. He was feeling something for this woman that he could not explain. It was as if the air around them thickened, but he could breath just fine. "I only wish that I....that I...." He stuttered as the back of Miyako's hand touched his face. He brought her lips closer to his and he shook a little.

Their lips were close now, very close. To the point that he could feel Miyako's breath on his lips. He shivered slightly and blushed, as his eyes slanted.

 
Miyako was quivering under his hands as she waited. She would not complete this kiss. If he wished for a kiss from her, then he would close the final distance between their lips. Her words came out as if she breathed them. "You only wish that you what, Kehario?" She found that she wanted this kiss no matter what was said about her. She hoped that he would see that in her eyes as he brought her closer to him. she had never felt so strangely about a man before. Sure,she had had crushes before but never something as strong as this. He was a warrior and understood what drove her as a warrior. He had fought and killed to protect her, but with the idea that she was another warrior--not just some feeble lass. All in a short twenty-four hour span. He'd seen more of her body than was decent, but had not started to talk down to her. He had saved her from death when she'd been cut. I only wish that this might last longer than a day.
 
The gap between their lips was slim. Kehario was ready more than anything to close the gap between them. His mind erased all thoughts and focused on only Miyako. This moment, this very kiss, may have changed things between them. "I only wish that I could experience it for just a while longer." He said, before pressing his lips gently against Miyako's lips.
 
He blood sang through her body. She felt like she was going to fly straight through the roof of the hut. She reached up and clutched at his shirt as their lips met. Her eyes were shut by the time that their lips had met and she was now putty in his hands. Miyako had no idea why she melted under his kiss, but she did. As she slowly pulled away, her lips lingering on his for several moments as she opened her eyes to look shyly up at him. Her fingers did not unwind from his kimono front. "Sometimes saying a wish can make it come true," she whispered, feeling short of breath from the feelings that rang through her body.
 
Kehario's maintained the kiss and could feel her pressing her lips back against his gently. His hair fell over his eyes and he wrapped his arms around Miyako's waist, as he pulled he closer a bit more. He had never felt a sensation of passion as he was feeling now. His mind locked and focused only and solely on her and her alone. It was even as if the hut was not there and they weren't in the village at all.When Miyako grasped his kimono in her hand, he pulled her even closer. Now, his body was moving on its own. But, he knew that he had to regain his composure. He closed his eyes for a few moments. He let the feeling of the kiss soak in for a little longer. When she broke the kiss, he opened his eyes slowly and looked down into her eyes.

She still held his kimono tightly as she spoke, He part his lips to speak, never letting her go. "Just like our dreams can become a reality." The words slipped off his tongue smoothly as he used his right fingers to trail ever-so-slowly up the left side of her body, and then back again, down to her thigh. He grasped it firmly, never breaking eye contact with her.
 
Miyako shivered under his finger, instinctively shifting away as they tickled her lightly, though she didn't move all that much away. Her body screamed in excitement as she listened to him. Slowly the hand not wrapped in his kimono reached up to touch his cheek once more. Her eyes closed as she leaned up and kissed him again, a soft, sweet kiss that, as he held her thigh slowly became passion-filled. Her grasp on his kimono slowly loosened and with slow movements moved to touch the skin at the opening of his kimono. When she pulled away from the kiss this time she was flushed and out of breathe.

"Dreams can be amazing things, when they come true," she murmured, her eyes opening as her hand slowly pulled away from his skin.
 
Kehario could feel his body tense up with her touch. The passion between them continued to increase more and more with each passing second. Kehario never thought that he would open up to Miyako on such a deep level as he had done tonight. But, he had no regrets. He didn't care if he had only met her a few nights ago. Right now, he just loved being with her. Kissing her like this, touching her. When she pulled away a bit from his touch, he slanted his eyes and looked down at her. It wasn't a big move, but she moved. Although, he could still feel her body with his fingertips.

He maintained the grip on her thigh and used his left hand to touch her lower back. He felt Miyako's lips touch his again and he leaned forward, lowering her on her back, down on the mat as lingered over her. He placed his left knee on the side of her right thigh and his right knee between her legs on the mat. When she closed her eyes, he felt her lips press against his firmly. Kehario closed his eyes as well and returned the kiss, maintaining her thigh in the palm of his hand.

He raised her thigh up a little more, to his waist and moaned a bit within the kiss. The tight grasped he felt on his kimono loosened, and the feeling of Miyakos fingers brushed his exposed skin. When the passionate kiss ended. He opened his eyes again, listening to Miyako speak. Kehario could feel the atmosphere heat up as Miyako's eyes opened.

"Then let us make that dream come true." He said, bringing his lips close to Miyako's lips again, before kissing her deeply and sensually, now sliding both his hands up and down her thighs slowly.
 
Miyako stared up at him in surprise as she found herself on her back and him looming over her. But any form of shock that may have taken her quickly fled as his lips found hers again in a kiss that she had never thought she would feel from any man. As the kiss continued, her hands went up and slowly slipped under his kimono front again, slowly exploring the muscles under it with gentle hands. She pulled back from the kiss and gasped for breath.

"As long as-" she faltered, her cheeks turning a maidenly shade of pink, "As long as it is you, Kehario, I will not mind a dream I thought impossible come true." She was talking about giving herself away, to a man she hardly knew--but she didn't care. Her words were true, and he could draw whatever conclusion he wanted about them. And with those words she threw away the sense that she should stop--save herself for marriage. She didn't want to wait. She was already, according to her village, an old maid. What would they care if she threw herself to a man not her husband?
 
He took in every moment, every minute of the kiss. The pressing of her lips against his was more like a dream in a made up reality. But, it wasn't a dream, he was here, in a hut alone. Miyako was indulging with him in a passionate, loving kiss. One in which he wanted to last forever. Kehario could feel her lips part from his once more and he opened his eyes with a blush. He inhaled and exhaled lightly. His body was so hot, from kissing Miyako alone. He listened to her speak.

Miyakos's speech was shaky but straightened as she began speaking again. Kehario was fully attentive. He did not want to miss a word that escaped her lips. What she said, caused Kehario to lay gently on top of her. He gazed into her soft eyes and used his left hand to slowly open her shirt. He stopped for a moment. "Miyako, I want you to feel protected always." He said, sliding his right hand between her legs. He placed his middle finger inside her and began moving it inside and outside of her slowly. He could feel her tightness, signifying that she was a virgin.

He blushed a little more at the feeling and slowly brought his lips to her left breast and sucked on it, trailing his tongue along her nipple. His left hand grabbed her right breast and massaged it gently, while his left index finger rubbed her nippled. He groaned in between licks, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh.
 
"I feel protected when I'm with you anyways, Kehario," Miyako whispered before she felt the pressure of his hand move up to the part of her that she'd never let a man see or touch--ever. She couldn't keep from wincing a little as the feeling something entering her ran through her body. She let out a breath she found he had been holding as he opened her kimono, displaying her body before him. She couldn't help but giggle a little at the same time. It would be worse when he entered her, but at least the small amount of pain of feeling something push into her meant that she hadn't been hurt any other way by the men the night before.

The giggle stopped as he sucked on her breast though as she inhaled sharply, her body revealing just how sensitive it actually was to the touches of the man. Her cheeks turned a bright pink as he played with her nipples in such a gentle, loving way. Her hands went down to curl in his kimono's shoulders. "K-Kehario," she murmured, shivering under his touches.
 
Kehario blushed when she spoke. He had no idea that she felt that way about him. He knew that he loved being by her side, but to hear that she felt the same was surprising. Kehario relaxed and continued to touch suck on her breast gently, feeling her body jump a little bit. He could feel how tight she was, as he fingered her. Which symbolized that she was a virgin. Kehario slowly became erect and he wanted to experience Miyako's body with his own.

He removed his lips from Miyako's breast and lay firmly between her legs. He began kissing her, and then removed his hand to slide them up to her hair. His fingers slide through it and he slowly became even more erect, in between each kiss. Kehario's body was hot. His breathing deepened and he was now fully erect. He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted her now. Kehario continued to kiss her and removed his hands from her head and down to his Kimono. He could feel Miyako's tight grip and gently removed her hand, before opening his kimono revealing his manhood.

"He broke the kiss and placed his left hand on his manhood, holding it to Miyako's wet opening. "Miyako, I cannot wait any longer, I want you now." He said, as he slowly began slidig himself inside her.
 
Miyako had started to feel less strange about his finger inside her when he pulled it out and started to kiss her. She had felt him grow hard against her leg as they lay there kissing each other. She may have been a virgin, but she was no new flower to the make up of a man's body. As he grew she slowly started to worry--what if he was too big for her to take? Would that ruin the experience? It was only when he'd pulled away and peeled her grip from his kimono that she knew it was time to jump.

She took a shaky breathe as she felt his member pressing against her. She could still turn back. Her hands fell to her side and clenched her own kimono tightly as she felt it push inside her.

Miyako couldn't breath. Tears prickled her eyes as the pain of something much larger than a finger pushed into her. She turned her face away to hide the shameful tears and tried to keep quiet. She was a warrior and a woman. This meant she had to remain calm and hard during even this moment--but she couldn't. The feeling of her virginity being taken made her whimper softly. Her mother had told her it would hurt, but she had never imagined such mind splitting pain as that. And with that pain gave her the knowledge that she would never be able to marry unless it was to this man.
 
Kehario was still a little nervous about it. Although, she made no effort in pushing him off, he was still shaking like a leaf. He continued to slide inside her and could hear a slight whimper. He knew that it was her first time, and he didin't want to hurt her. So, he moved a little slower so that she could adjust to his size. Once he was inside fully, he shook a little more. What did this mean now? What would happen from here on out? Kehario did his best to keep the thoughts out of his mind.

His body was filled with pleasure. The pleasure of feeling himself becoming one with Miyako. It was something he couldn't explain with words. Her tightness engulfing him as he lay on top of a woman who seemed to be attracted to him in this way as well. He parted his lips and spoke in a shaky voice." I'i'm going to move now...Miyako."
 
Miyako was breathing shakily as she tried not to cry. Slowly the pain disappeared and by the time the man above her spoke, she felt only the smallest bit of discomfort of having the man in her. Her cheeks turned pick as she nodded. "Slowly, dear Kehario, slowly at first all right? Please?" she asked, opening her dark eyes so that she could look up at him as he moved inside of her. She reached up, uncurling stiff the fists she had made and looped her hand around his neck before pausing. A sudden fear slammed into her. What if this was only some conquest for the man? She had heard--and known--men that would take a virgin with the intent of marry and then drop them by the side--No! She wouldn't think of that during this. She would enjoy it and deal with whatever the side effects were when they were done. Why ruin a beautiful thing?
 
Kehario nodded at Miyako. He was already planning to go slow, so that she could get used to his size. He moved his lower hips back and forth in a slow motion, and looked down at Miytako and laced her hands within his own. Miyako looked so beautiful. He never thought for a second, that he would be one with her like this. He could feel her hands on his neck and a moan escaped his lips. Kehario's body shook a little and he was nervous. What did this mean? She had given herself to him on a deeper level. One far beyond anything of a warriors bond. But, he didn't want to question it now. He just wanted to enjoy the pleasures he was feeling. The pleasure of being inside a woman in which he hoped realized, at this very moment, that she was so much more and a woman worthy of being by his side.
 
Miyako gasped as the movements inside her began pleasurable as her body became accustomed to his size. Her body slowly relaxed from the tense state it was in and she gave a weak smile. He was perfect. It may have been the feelings of beauty that were coming off the situation, but it might also have been him truly being perfect. Sighing she closed her eyes and arched her back a little, her cheeks turning pink as her scar came into view on her stomach. She quickly looked up into Kehario's eyes, hoping that he would look at it--hoping that he wouldn't believe it ever.
 
Kehario continued to move inside Miyako. He could feel her relaxing nw. She was adjusting to his size and he continued his pace. He could feel her body pouring its juices out and down his manhoood as he moved. He body was reacting to the rhythm of his and his to the rhythm of hers. She gave him a weak smile and he smiled back a little. The mile only reassured him, that she was feeling pleasure. He moaned again as she closed her eyes and did the same. Miyako was slowly loosening up more and more with each movement.

When she arched her back, he could see the mark and slanted his eyes. Just seeing it, made him want to prove to Miyako that she wasn't a whore. "Miyako, let me show you that you are a woman." He said, as he released her hands and slid his down her body and then to he thighs. He held them up and picked up his movements as his tongue trailed down the right side of her neck. Kehario moved himself deeper and a little harder. He wanted Miyako to know what it felt to be loved as a woman.
 
She knew he had seen her scar and that he was trying to prove it wrong, but the thought of him making love to her right then was not easing her worry. Was she not, by definition, doing exactly what a whore would do? Sleep with any man that came her way? While yes this had been her first time--

The thoughts were quickly pushed out of her mind however as his tongue touched her neck, gliding over the spot on her neck that was the most sensitive. She jerked a little in surprise and turned her head to the side, giving him free range over the smooth skin. The faster movements mixed with the deeper thrusts was just enough to send her over the edge. Her body shuddered as she tightened around him involuntarily, small spasms gripping his member much tighter. Her eyes widened as she gasped out his name. She felt her toes involuntarily curl as her legs pulled out of his grasp and wrapped around his waist out of instinct, trying to pull him closer and further into her.
 
Miyako seemed like she was in deep thought momentarily. He wasn't sure of what. Maybe, it was because she was still nervous. Still, that couldn't have really been the case, because she was relaxed. Kehario continued to kiss her neck and move inside her feeling more of her juice flow down his manhood. He bit down on her neck gently and let his tongue swirl around her neck, while his teeth held her skin.

He could feel her turn her head and reveal her neck even more. He continue to suck and lick on it. When she said his name, a chill ran down his back and he shivered. Kehario moved deeper as she removed her thighs from his grasp and wrapped them around his waist. Kehario gripped her breast within his hands and squeezed gently. He slipped down further into her and could feel her slid down on him more. each thrust, making her juices flow out onto the mat. He leaned forward and let his lips graze her ear slightly, then whispered her name softly. "Miyako..."
 
She was having a hard time thinking. The only thing that came through her pleasure induced stunned body was her name said by a gorgeous voice. She looked up at him with hazy eyes as she reached up and stroked his cheeks before going up around his neck to pull her up to kiss him deeply. "Kehario, d-don't stop, please. I don't want this to end," she whispered, "I don't want to go back to a woman warrior." there was a bit of fear in her voice. She knew deep inside that once they disentangled themselves--once he was done with her--that she would no longer be a woman with marriage rights. She would be labeled and be left to fight the rest of her days without a lover unless she found a man that did not mind her past. She wanted this moment to go on for as long as she could get away with it.

((Sorry it's relatively short. I have a horrible headache and I couldn't think of anything else to write.))
 
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