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Voices. One of them was absolutely Reimu. Sanae's blood ran cold.
A shuffle of panicked hands and underwear later, Sanae sat unassumingly under the kotatsu. She didn't expect Reimu to come back so quickly, though it's her own fault for thinking that when she didn't know what time she would return in the first place.
Whoever Reimu was speaking with flew off, indicated by the wind breaking behind them. With the intensity of the sound, it was likely Marisa. After the sound of approaching footsteps, Reimu appeared with the screen door's opening. In her hand was a small satchel. She blinked once at the appearance of a guest at her home.
"Huh. You don't usually stick around when I'm not home."
Sanae tried her hardest to calm down and maintain eye contact. Though, keeping her composure wasn't exactly her strong suit.
"Y-yeah, um… I felt like coming by to see you, but I didn't want to… uh, miss you or anything."
Her voice was slightly out of breath, but she hoped to the gods that Reimu didn't notice. Reimu, despite what some people liked to say about her, was much better at detecting subtleties than they thought. She was the master of one very-annoyed-but-very-so-slightly-varied expression, after all. Though, on occasion she could miss the obvious.
Reimu stood in the doorway for a little longer than necessary. Sanae needed to keep talking before she noticed anything fishy. "Um! Whatcha got in the bag?"
"Butterfly Dream Pills," she replied immediately. "Clownpiece and Aunn have been having pretty bad dreams lately."
"That's… a weird coincidence. At the same time?"
"Yeah, I know. Once it was both on the same night, even. I hope this isn't the start of an incident, especially with how recently the whole matriarchy stuff ended."
Evidently, the aftereffects of the fight for Gensokyo territory lingered. Some of the animal spirits were still roaming above the surface. There was also the recent disappearance of Sanae's cloudy, almost incorporeal wings. Though, she wondered why out of her, Reimu, and Marisa, she was the only one to actually gain animalistic properties instead of the cute patterns on both of the other two's outfits.
"Well, at least they'll sleep well for the night, right?" Sanae asked.
"Hope so." Reimu set down the bag of medicine. "I hate relying on Eirin, but it's not like anyone else in Gensokyo can treat stuff like this."
She then shut the door behind her, and instead of sitting across from Sanae, walked all the way around the kotatsu and slid in right next to her.
To the unprepared Sanae, her girlfriend getting so close to her at this time was not exactly ideal. "Eep!"
Reimu flinched, but didn't exactly appear surprised. "What? It's just me."
She was close. Too close. Sanae could feel Reimu's body heat. Their torsos were almost touching. Sanae stared at her with widened eyes. Her breathing picked up. Something was terribly off.
Reimu usually wasn't clingy. At least, not without warning. Getting casually sidled up to by someone who usually either never engaged in intimacy or at least showed obvious signs before doing so set off sirens in Sanae's head. Additionally, when Sanae was caught off guard by anything, Reimu would react most of the time. What was with the poker face? Reimu's poker face was garbage to begin with, anyway.
Sanae felt her cheeks getting warm. This new forwardness from Reimu was throwing her off. But not enough, as Sanae now realized how close their hands were and she pulled away.
If their hands made contact, it would be all over. There's absolutely nothing that could explain away some sticky fingers in your girlfriend's place, and Sanae was in no way able to come up with a defense quick enough. She could argue that she was eating sweets instead, but that would arguably make Reimu more upset. The Hakurei shrine maiden had a sweet tooth, after all.
A bead of sweat trickled down Sanae's forehead. She was practically glowing at this point, and Reimu noticed.
"Sanae? You alright? You don't look great…"
With very obviously feigned concern on her face, Reimu acted before Sanae could say anything. She learned forward, and touched their foreheads together.
"Hmm… well, you're warm, that's for sure. Though, I can't exactly tell if that's just 'cause you're always a blushy mess when I'm this close…"
Sanae was paralyzed. On any other day, she would've been more than happy to stare lovingly into Reimu's eyes. Here, she felt like an interrogation was underway. One where the interrogator was much too eager to invade personal space. Her apathetic stare locked Sanae into place, the latter not knowing at all what the former was thinking.
"Well, I don't think it's a fever," Reimu said without backing off. "So what's gotten you so on edge…?"
Her wording immediately raised suspicion. Was there any chance that it was used intentionally? In the situation she was in, Sanae couldn't at all tell if Reimu was being subtle or just ignorant.
It really didn't help that Sanae was already partly there before Reimu showed up, and now her head was being invaded by impure thoughts. Her thighs twitched and she prayed to her gods, the Hakurei Shrine god, and whatever other gods she could think of that Reimu did not see it.
She was lucky that no one in the room was a telepath. If Satori or Miko or even Reisen were in the room right now, Sanae would likely just die on the spot. Her brain in overdrive, combined with the panic she felt from the possibility of Reimu finding out, overtook her. Sanae felt herself getting worn out from how quickly she tried coming up with something to distract Reimu. Though, it was pretty hard to do when the opposing party still stared at her dead-on.
And yet, a small part of her wanted Reimu to find out. It yearned, and it yearned hard. It was quite hard to think straight after being interrupted in the middle of her personal time. Despite her best efforts, Sanae couldn't snuff out the embers of desire. Being a single inch away from Reimu's lips didn't help, either. Her desires and her rationale clashed like titans. An angel-devil combo were on her shoulders, arguing for Sanae's favor. She couldn't figure out which conscience to listen to. The growing warmth underneath her skirt only made her thoughts worse. The sweet allure of lust was getting stronger with each second Reimu stared into her. Her inner demons just wanted one drop, one taste of it.
The worst part was the silence. A few minutes had passed and Reimu hadn't said a single word. They were caught in another one of their staring contests, but this time, Sanae couldn't bring herself to look away out of fear rather than competition. Looking into Reimu's crimson eyes was always a risk. A risk that for some reason, Sanae always took and never came out unaffected.
She could hear her own heartbeat. It ran a mile a minute. Sanae dared to speak.
"So… uh, what's with the silence?"
Finally, after too long, Reimu backed off slightly. Their foreheads weren't touching anymore, but she still stayed close.
"Oh, don't worry about it. Just thinking about something."
Sanae gulped. "What's up?"
"It's nothing big. Just wondering what you were doing before I got home." Reimu curled her fingers around Sanae's wrist and brought it out from under the kotatsu and up to eye-level.
Busted. She didn't even notice that Reimu had pinned her hand to the floor midway through their little moment. Sanae froze on the spot.
Using her other thumb, Reimu rubbed the guilty fingertips with an unreadable expression. She looked like she was trying to prove a point. Sanae counted the amount of minutes she had left to live as Reimu repeatedly stuck her thumb to Sanae's fingers.
Sanae immediately shifted into autopilot and went to her only plan of defense. It wasn't like she had any better arguments.
"I–! Uh, I was eating candy! It's candy!"
Reimu glared at her. "Don't play dumb with me. Star stole my entire supply two weeks ago."
Her grip was nothing to scoff at. Despite Sanae's struggling, Reimu held on to her wrist like a handcuff. She wasn't amused.
"Um… I uh…! I brought them with me! All gone though, they were too good to share…"
Reimu raised her eyebrows. "Oh, really?"
"Y-yeah." There was zero chance she was fooled anymore, but Sanae only continued to struggle in futility.
She held her breath until Reimu moved suddenly. Keeping eye contact, she pulled Sanae's wrist closer to herself. Reimu then gently lowered every finger that wasn't the pointer and middle finger, and stuck them in her mouth.
Sanae almost jumped. "Reimu! That's..! Th-th-that's–!"
Her face started burning. Surely Reimu had caught on by now. If she knew what the cause was, then sucking on them meant something Sanae couldn't put words to, no matter how hard she tried. Her mind ran at such a high speed, it short circuited.
Reimu licked her fingers in such a way it was almost sensual. Heat rose and spread through Sanae's entire body and made her lightheaded. The noises Reimu made were very deliberate, slurping and sucking at a volume that was not discreet. Sanae heard the ghost of a hum escape Reimu, and it caused her to shiver. She was getting spit all over Sanae's hand. Saliva dripped down her wrist and pooled slightly on Reimu's fingers, and not once did she break eye contact.
And with a pop, Reimu removed Sanae's fingers from her mouth.
"Tastes nice." Reimu smacked her lips. "Where'd you get them?"
"Th… the vi–... mm…" Struck speechless.
Even in winter, the room felt too stuffy. But despite the warmth of the shrine, goosebumps rose across her body. Sanae shifted, her legs squirming as Reimu intensified her stare. Every word Sanae could think of, anything to keep up her defense, was all left in tatters. Such a scene of indulging in her taste made Sanae unravel.
The longer Reimu stared, the worse of a state Sanae fell into. Sweat formed immediately. The urges that grasped her earlier crawled their way back into her body. Heat pooled between her legs and Sanae had to fight to distract herself from how tightly Reimu restrained her by the wrist, now covered in spit.
Restrained. Something about the word tugged on Sanae's mind. Her breathing grew faster as she failed at her own distraction. The grip on her wrist was too tight to ignore. Thoughts raced as desperation quickly threatened to take over. Before she became too far gone, the last remaining bit of reason pierced through her foggy mind to give Sanae one last chance to escape.
"Yeah?" Reimu spoke. "Wanna try that one again?"
The sudden use of her lower voice stunned Sanae. Its deep rumble reverberated into the depths of her head and lodged itself in there. She gulped.
"The… the village. The candy shop just started making… n-new stuff."
The "Oh, really?" from Reimu ended up sounding much more genuine than Sanae expected. She lowered her guard, not knowing it would be a mistake in about three seconds.
"I wasn't aware they sold you-flavored candy."
Sanae squeaked. The last remnant of fight left in her fizzled out pathetically. She was cornered, with no way out.
"Um, I… ah… R-Reimu…"
"Now let me ask again."
Sanae's breaths became shallow. She didn't like where this was going.
"What were you doing before I got home?" Reimu asked.
Even when left without any will to resist, Sanae still had to fight herself to speak the truth.
"I… eh… m… mas… m-masturbating…" she mumbled shamefully.
A twisted grin appeared on Reimu's face before she moved closer, still holding her wrist. Hot breaths hit her ear, and it was hard to not react.
Sanae's breath hitched when Reimu lowered her voice further. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Sanae? Fucking yourself in someone else's house…"
With such a term used to refer to her, Sanae's composure immediately crumbled. A shiver flew up her spine and every nerve in her body felt the shock. The attempt to suppress the gasp and subsequent moan only did so much.
After the initial shock passed, Sanae realized exactly what happened and had some choice words for the girl restraining her.
"Naughty girl?!" That's not any way to treat your fellow shrine maiden! You should have as much respect for me as I do for you!
But they died in her throat before she could even muster the strength to say them. Instead, a strange feeling in her boiled like crazy. Intimidation wasn't a common emotion felt outside of a spellcard battle, but somehow Reimu managed to wield it in her own home. And when she held control, Sanae started to become undone. The urge to just give in and let Reimu run her hands along her entire body was way too strong to fight back.
It isn't until Reimu spoke again when Sanae realized she's spiraling. The fact that just two words had such an effect on her was unbelievable.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
Sanae gulped. "W-well, I wanted to visit, and… um… well, you weren't really home and I–, c-can you not stare at me like that? It's making me…"
"Nope."
"Um… no one was here and I, uh, umm… I got…" Sanae cleared her throat, because she could not say obscenities even if her life depended on it. "A-and I didn't expect you to get home and… I… aah…"
Her explanation fell on possibly deaf ears. Reimu closed her eyes, like she was deliberating something. Sanae tried to tug her wrist free again, but Reimu's grip stayed strong.
It's a while before Reimu spoke again. "Isn't there a saying about patience or something?"
"H-huh?"
"'Patience is a virtue,' something like that?"
Sanae was left speechless.
"I'm saying that," Reimu continued, "your impatience led to this, right?"
"Y-yeah…?"
Reimu's eyes were closed and nodded like she was coming to some great conclusion that Sanae wasn't let in on.
"Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson, then…"
"Wha–?!"
Suddenly, a hand is on her other shoulder and Sanae is pushed down to the tatami flooring with a yelp. When she's able to see again, Reimu is literally on top of her, her Yukari-esque grin shelved in favor of the expression she always wore during an incident: a determined scowl. Being stared down like this again, at an age much older, less foolish, and under completely different circumstances, it made Sanae's legs squirm. Or at least she tried to, but they were stuck together. Reimu had brought her knees on opposite sides of Sanae's legs and clamped them down.
A hand pushing against her shoulder, knees holding her thighs together, and Reimu still pinning her wrist to the floor, Sanae was left completely restrained. She could've tried using her free forearm to do something, but she did not dare find out what Reimu would do to her lest she misbehaved again.
… oh gods, Sanae was already getting conditioned. She was being taught to be obedient, trained to fear rebelling, like an animal. The realization caused her to snap out of her trance. She couldn't let this stand.
I'm Kochiya Sanae! I'm a goddess! Respect me!
She moved her forearm to try and push Reimu off of her. But Reimu just as quickly lifted her arm from Sanae's shoulder and pinned down her other wrist. Sanae's hand slammed back against the floor, soliciting another barely concealed whine.
… n-never mind.
The speed of how quickly Reimu shut her down was the tipping point. The heat pooling in between her legs had overflown long ago and she couldn't ignore it any longer. The devil on her shoulder won. She wanted to squirm so badly, oh so badly, but Reimu didn't allow it. With her preferred way of staving off the lust restricted, Sanae began to lose it. Her breathing, while already desperate, went deeper and deeper. But even with that, she felt like air escaped her. Reimu's unrelenting stare was intoxicating, enticing, alluring, and any and all other words that failed to describe Sanae's pure need for her.
"R-Reimu…" she managed to choke out.
She didn't respond. Reimu only glared.
Sanae only barely processes it when Reimu lifts a hand off of her dry wrist. With the urge to misbehave gone, she kept her arm on the floor. The now empty space where Reimu's hand used to be filled Sanae with a pang of longing. She yearned for weight to press against her hand again, longing for her slightly calloused hands to rub against Sanae's own smooth palms. When a clink broke the silence, she craned her neck slightly up to see Reimu holding two ofuda and a handful of persuasion needles.
"... Reimu?" she asked shakily. "W-what are you doing with those?"
Bringing out youkai extermination tools from thin air wasn't usually a good sign, especially not when Sanae desperately wanted her to start touching her already.
"Don't worry," Reimu said in a softer tone. "I'm not going to hurt you. Be a good girl and hold still."
A gasp escaped Sanae as her entire body shuddered. Her heart rate spiked and her thoughts spun, unable to process anything but Reimu's request and the fiery heat in her core.
Reimu returned her gaze to the wrist she held down. After what was probably ten constant minutes of keeping it held, she finally released her grip off of Sanae's wrist. Reimu then took a single ofuda and tugged on both ends. After making sure it was taut, she placed the length of the paper flat against the wrist.
Sanae put two and two together. "Are you–?"
"Shhh…"
Holding one end flat against the floor, Reimu reached for a needle and hovered above Sanae. With one swift motion, Reimu jammed the needle into one end of the ofuda with a thunk . Sanae squeaked in response.
"R-Reimu! What are you doing–?!"
"I said hush," Reimu mumbled with squinted eyes. "I'm concentrating."
Sanae turned her head to find the ofuda against her wrist literally pinned to the floor. The other end was being held down by Reimu before another needle was driven through the paper.
Thunk!
Her breath hitched. She didn't like how close Reimu's targets were to her wrist, but something about it in contrast to the affirmation of her safety activated something in Sanae. The thought of being just barely missed by a needle exhilarated her the same way grazing it did in a spellcard battle. The thought of such only fueled the heat in her.
Reimu raised herself up. "Try moving your hand."
Sanae attempted to tug her hand forward. To her surprise, her wrist was completely held down in place. The ofuda pressed snugly against her, completely restricting the ability to move her arm. Lifting her hand up didn't do anything either, the needles had been positioned at enough of an angle for the ofuda to slip out. Had Reimu been practicing this?
As Reimu reached for her second set of tools, Sanae spoke. "Um… why are you… you're damaging the floor… That's kinda…"
Reimu laid the second ofuda on Sanae's guilty wrist.
"Worse things have happened to this shrine," she mumbled as she drove the third needle into the floor. "A few tiny holes in the floor isn't anything to worry about."
After one last thunk , Reimu brushed the bangs away from her eyes as she lifted herself back up on her knees. She nodded subtly as she observed her handiwork. The way Reimu looked up and down her entire body sent shivers down Sanae's spine. She saw pride in Reimu's eyes, like she always did, but also the tiniest hint of something else. The glint in there wasn't the usual one from when Reimu had just come up with a new scheme to attract visitors. It was terrifying.
Sanae struggled to fidget. Reimu's knees still held her legs together. The almost predatory look in Reimu's eyes was akin to a cat's, and poor Sanae was rendered practically immobile, trapped like the beast's next meal. And no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to escape, and that only made Sanae burn hotter. She wanted it. She craved for Reimu to do something , staring for this long only drove her mad. The thought of the woman she had loved for years doing as she pleased to her body could only leave so much to Sanae's vivid imagination.
When Reimu decided enough was enough, she leaned forward again. The hunger in her stare groaned. Sanae whimpered, preparing herself for whatever next step Reimu had in mind.
With how long it had taken to get to this point, Sanae's desperate touch-starved body lurched when Reimu gently laid her hands on the hem of her shirt. Sanae's heartbeat raced.
Reimu lifted Sanae's shirt up to the underside of her chest. "Ready?"
She couldn't tell why it sounded more like a warning than a question.
"Y-yes…" Sanae gasped.
Reimu let out an exhale from her nose. Her hands soon slid down Sanae's bare stomach, which tightened at the touch. Sanae hissed as what felt like lightning surged through where Reimu touched. It felt so good, and took every part of her to not react.
Reimu lightly pressed her palms down, enjoying the soft pliance of Sanae's plump belly. Sanae took a sharp inhale and a whine followed. Her stomach tightens again and again as Reimu prods and pokes and presses it. Every point of contact made Sanae squeak. Reimu's clearly enjoying herself, though it was hard to say if that was from the touch of soft flesh or from Sanae's reactions.
Every single time Reimu's thumbs make contact with the waistband of Sanae's skirt, she expects them to slide underneath it. But the moment wouldn't come. Reimu's repeated sliding up and down her midriff only keeps it from ever happening. Sanae's back arched slightly with every rub of her stomach.
"Ngh… Reimu… please…"
"Hm? Oh!" Reimu perked up. "I'm keeping you waiting, aren't I? I'm sorry about that… Here."
Her hands slid away to gently grasp Sanae's waist, causing her to whine again. And before Sanae could say anything, Reimu lowered herself and placed a kiss onto her soft belly.
"Haah–!"
Sanae's entire body jolted. If only touching her stomach sent electricity coursing through her nerves, this set her alight. Reimu continued peppering her with more delicate kisses, but she might as well have just punched Sanae in the nose and it still would've had less of an impact. On every kiss made to Sanae's midriff, her body shook. She twitched at every contact, squeaking at every single smooch. Sanae could only see the ends of Reimu's ribbon which flopped to the sides of her head, but she imagined the taunting, succubus-like grin reforming on her face.
She'd probably say something about it, but Reimu never gave her the chance. Whatever she wanted to say always ceased to exist when Reimu kissed her stomach again. This whole process was agonizingly slow and it was absolutely killing Sanae. At this point she just wanted to ask for her to start actually doing something. To beg for it, like a dog . She wasn't sure if Reimu would even start without permission.
Underneath the several layers of lust, Sanae's pride screamed. Their silly little relationship/rivalry wormed its way into everything they did together, where the winner always acts smug and the loser always mopes cutely. And were it not for the thick fog of desire, Sanae would probably have never humored the idea of just begging for release. But unfortunately, she was the one who was tied to the ground.
"R-Reimu… mm–!"
Reimu didn't look up as she kissed again. "Hm?"
"C'mon… Just…" Sanae moved her hips weakly.
When she was moved slightly, Reimu paused her onslaught and looked up. "What's up?"
"Please, Reimu…" Sanae's voice was breathy and weak. She didn't care how pathetic she sounded, she needed it now.
Reimu's hands slid from her waist to the waistband of her skirt again. Her thumbs rested on the edge of it, and Sanae watched tantalizingly. Gods, she was so close, Sanae so badly wanted to grab Reimu's hands and shove them down there herself.
"Please what, Sanae?" Reimu said with a twinge of smugness. "It's polite to ask for things, y'know."
"Hnnnn, come on, Reimu–!"
"Please what, Sanae?"
Almost as if she were taunting her, one of Reimu's thumbs started making deliberate circles on the skin just above the skirt. The flaming hot friction of a thumb against her lower belly caused Sanae to groan shakily. It was then when she realized that Reimu was doing all of this on purpose. All of this teasing was solely done to completely deteriorate Sanae. She was playing with her food. Toying with her until she couldn't take it anymore. Sanae struggled to speak.
"Please, Reimu… just… please…!" she pleaded between gasps.
"I won't be doing anything unless you tell me," Her tone was almost singsong. It was infuriating.
Reimu stared at her again, and the silence barring the unrestricted whines was excruciatingly painful. Sanae could never say something so dirty, and yet here she was, being forced to do so. But it wasn't like she had a choice.
"P-please, um…" Sanae lowered her voice as if anyone else was listening. "Please t-touch me… Please…"
Reimu huffed and flashed a grin. "Good girl."
Sanae winced as her back arched. The repeated name calling was completely unpredictable, and every single time it happened it felt like Sanae got hit by a meteor. Reimu's sweet(or bitter, depending on what kind of girl Sanae was) tone melted her into a begging mess. The praise for acting like her life was about to end was gasoline for the inferno roaring in her. It was so hot, and everything Reimu did only added to the fire. Being held down, teased into submission, forced to ask to be touched, all the while getting praised for it, it all spiked Sanae's lust to unimaginable levels.
Said lust began rising higher when Reimu finally slipped the rest of her fingers beneath the band of Sanae's skirt. She heard the blood rush in her ears as her heart beat out of her chest. With a light grip, Reimu tugged at her skirt bit by bit, at a pace that would make snails proud. The tips of her fingers left phantoms of contact against Sanae's skin and the resulting flinch from the sensation ached badly. Her breathing sped up again when Reimu's eyes lay upon her underwear.
As expected, she waited a few moments before progressing any further. Reimu's eyes made tiny minute movements, like she was studying the contents in front of her. The look in her eyes failed to give away what she was thinking. With how long she stared, it was hard to remain calm. Some part of Sanae wanted to cover herself, something not really doable at the moment.
Reimu then shifted backwards, giving Sanae's legs freedom for only just a moment in order to gingerly slide Sanae's skirt off of one leg, letting the article hang on an ankle. After that, she moved back in place, clamping her knees against Sanae's legs again. Reimu continued to patiently watch the white underwear that separated her from Sanae at her most sensitive.
Sanae whined again as she tried to move her hips needily. "Come on, Reimu, just start already please…!"
With a tilt of the head, Reimu giggled rather casually, like she was just told a joke.
"Wh… what's so funny?" Sanae asked.
"Oh, nothing." Reimu sighed. "It's interesting seeing how you've started showing manners now."
Had she not been suffering from twenty minutes of built-up lust and the whole held to the ground thing, Sanae would've just slugged Reimu right then and there. The comment was so jarring that she found herself unable to speak. Reimu took this opportunity to lean closer, bending down to her ear and delivering a killing blow.
"What a good listener you are, Sanae. Such a good girl…"
The murmurs drove Sanae ravenous. She needed Reimu to stop teasing her immediately, otherwise she would likely just die on the spot, and then the Hakurei Shrine would have hell to pay. Her arms were starting to feel sore from how long she had been pinned down, but that didn't keep the sensation of shivers from flying through them. Sanae groaned extensively, no longer able to form words, but just doing anything to beg for any kind of touch at this point.
Reimu stretched, squeezing out the stiffness in her muscles from staying in one position for too long. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"
She rolled her wrists and then leaned back down to slide her palms up Sanae's now bare thighs, their owner letting out a shuddering moan as she grew closer. Her thumbs moved to glide along the inside of her thighs, gently, agonizingly. Reimu was being as careful as possible, likely unintentionally, but Sanae didn't care for the spectacle, she just wanted Reimu. Under different circumstances she probably would've noticed, but at the moment, all subtleties flew over her head.
Delicately, Reimu hooked her fingers underneath the underwear's band. Her eyes flicked up to match Sanae's gaze, to watch the desperation burning like a bonfire in her. She waited a few more beats before taking her time pulling away Sanae's final layer of clothing. Panties rolled down her legs, and then Reimu released her clamp on them. With one continuous motion, she also took hold of the skirt and tossed both articles next to her.
Sanae's eyes darted back and forth, unable to watch what Reimu was doing out of sheer embarrassment. Completely bottomless and tied up, the situation she had been left in was nothing but humiliating. Of course, to claim that she had never had fantasies about Reimu taking the lead would be lying, but never to this level. Since she wasn't paying attention, Sanae didn't register when Reimu's fingers reached in between her legs and separated them.
After propping her legs up, Reimu surprisingly spent no time getting to work. And Sanae was wholly unprepared for her to immediately begin running her thumbs over her entrance.
Sanae twitched. "A-ah! Reimu–!"
Her touch was like fire. The sensation of pleasure overwhelmed Sanae's entire body with an almost oppressive force, reverberating against her entire being, echoing the feeling without any sign of stopping. With this intense of a reaction from a single touch, she was worried that this wouldn't take very long, even if she desired it like nothing else. Reimu would only tease her more for it, and only the gods know how Sanae would react after all of that build-up.
Reimu continued, slowly working her way up and down. Sanae's unstable breathing turned into desperate gasps for air. The jolts she felt from each tiny movement would have probably been strong enough to start breaking her bindings. Even with the pleading and begging, it apparently wasn't enough to tide Reimu over. Her thumbs repeatedly hovered over her clit, excruciatingly close to touching it, but then stolen away as she slid them away to tease the lips again.
The entire ordeal was downright torture . Each trip around her entrance, Reimu pulled the same trick every single time. On the fourth go-around, Sanae weakly lifted her hips in a desperate attempt to catch the sensation, but Reimu only lifted her thumb, her smirk widening.
"Mnnngnnn, Reimuuuu!"
Sanae's entire body buzzed with stinted pleasure. Without anything to grasp or bite down on, she began to steadily shake back and forth. Reimu paused to watch amusingly, seemingly mystified.
"You're so… hah… you're so mean…" Sanae whimpered.
She only took it as a compliment. Reimu made that dumb smug grin she wore whenever something went her way. "I know I am. Now hold still, please."
With one hand, she held down Sanae at the waist to stop her from squirming. Sanae's already burning face intensified when she realized Reimu had disappeared between her legs.
"What are… you– aagh!"
Without warning, a hot, wet, length traveled inside of her pussy. Sanae threw her head backwards as Reimu's tongue explored her insides. Her attempts to squirm were once again completely shut down by being held in place and Sanae started to gasping for air. Even without something to hold onto, she needed something before she would completely lose herself.
Small breaths of air puffed from Reimu's nose. In the position she was in, her exhales ended up blowing against Sanae's clit. They made her squeak and gave her the tiniest hint of what she could feel if Reimu just did something instead of spending an eternity getting to the part where she made Sanae scream. But instead, she insisted on spending her seemingly infinite time making round trips even inside of Sanae.
It felt like Reimu was trying to taunt her; making slow, methodical movements against her walls and finding ways to cause eruptive reactions. Every sensitive spot she found, she pressed deeply, shooting pure bliss up Sanae's body. But even with this much service, she still refused to give her a finish in sight. Even when Sanae pushed her hips upwards again to try and grasp that feeling, Reimu would immediately back off and hum, apparently satisfied with this stupid game they were playing.
Sanae was disintegrating. For all she knew, the world could be crumbling under her with how much she was shaking. At some point, her restraint fully broke, and then she started moaning. She always tried making a conscious effort to make sure her less than decent noises were quiet, but at this point, that effort had fully fallen away. Her vision was blurry. She could hardly breathe. Ecstasy completely numbed her body, causing it to go slack. Sanae barely felt what was going on aside from the intense pleasure prickling at her skin and the occasional jolt from Reimu eating her out.
And the moment Sanae felt herself slipping away, Reimu pulled away and placed a kiss on her clit, creating a violent wave of pleasure that hit her like a truck, snapping her back to her senses.
She practically jumped. "Ah–! Shit…! Aghhh…"
There weren't many circumstances where Sanae could swear. This happened to be one, and it felt like a barrier just broke, causing that sensation of finishing beginning to finally show. Reimu started sucking on her clit and Sanae convulsed, almost folding in half from how badly she craved this.
Two arms wrapped themselves around Sanae's thighs to keep her from bucking her hips. Her twitches were strong, but unsurprisingly, Reimu was stronger. Sanae lost control of herself again, her attempts to suppress any strong reactions completely gone once more. Gods, she needed this.
Pressure built inside of her. In any other situation, she'd probably be a little embarrassed at how immediate her climax was, but with how long it had been since she started touching herself, maybe it was justified. Even with her restrictions, Sanae used every ounce of strength she had left to push herself against Reimu, raising herself slightly. Reimu was caught off guard, but she didn't take much effort to pull her legs back down and firmly hold them again. Sanae could feel her walls clenching, preparing for the incoming orgasm and…
Nothing.
Sanae snapped her head back forwards. What should've been an explosive climax was completely missing, gone from her grasp. The mounting pleasure suddenly plateaued, stuck at an awkward moment just before the finish.
On Reimu's face was a smirk. She had stopped entirely, with her arms still wrapped around Sanae's legs.
Sanae was still gasping for breath. "Wha… why'd you… why'd you stop…?"
She could hear her heart thumping in her chest. Even as weak as she was, Sanae tried moving her hips needily, but was not successful in making Reimu budge.
"Remember, Sanae…"
"What am I… supposed to remember?"
Reimu lifted herself back onto her knees, unwrapping her limbs. In a futile attempt, Sanae tried chasing her, with no results. Reimu then placed a hand on Sanae's hip and pushed down with more force than usual.
"I'm making you learn your lesson to wait."
Sanae blinked once. Twice. Her jaw was slack. The realization was slow and seeped in like a poison.
"Wh–… but… Reimu, I–."
"No buts, Sanae."
"B-but, I-I'm so close to–!"
Reimu narrowed her eyes. "No buts , Sanae. You need to learn."
Hips attempted to move on their own, held down by a stronger power. Arms fought against their bindings, struggling with futility. Breaths flew in and out, desperate for air but unable to calm anything.
The burning white desire became a painful, agonizing throb. No matter how much Sanae tried to move, no matter how desperately she wanted it, Reimu held her down like a wild animal. The bindings on her were strong; they hadn't torn at all or even shown signs of wear. Which meant that Sanae was stuck there, left to simmer in her agony.
"Come on, Reimu! Please!"
Reimu only sat there, motionless, her grin growing more and more vexing the longer Sanae watched. Her silence was deafening. The skin at the area that she pressed down tingled. There was just enough strength in that push that it teetered on the boundary of pain.
"Don't make me… beg… haah… please, just… mmgh… ngh–!"
A lone finger circled around the area just above her pussy. Reimu traced random lines with the grace of an artist, her touch featherlight. The weightlessness of her hand fired shockwaves against Sanae's entirety. She was harrowingly close to her orgasm and gods , was Reimu doing everything she could to prevent it.
"Gh–! Fffff–! Reimuuuu!"
Reimu presses down.
"Gah! Stop, please!"
Reimu moves lower, her thumb centimeters away from her clit.
"Mmmmmnnnn…! Gods… Ssssss…! Haaahhhhh…"
It's so close.
"Reimu, please!! I'm begging, Reimu, please!"
Tears are streaming down her cheeks.
"Ghhhnnn… Haah… Reimuu!"
Every single noise widens the smile on Reimu's face. It almost looks like she's getting off to them herself. Sanae's stomach is sore from how long it was tightened, from how long Reimu had teased her without stopping.
Closer she moves. Reimu's hold on her is strong, Sanae can't even lift her hips. The anticipation in between her thumb and her clit is palpable. Sanae clenches her teeth, hissing. Her body is fooling her into thinking Reimu's finally pressed down, but no such thing is happening. Her legs are trying to close themselves, to suppress the suffocating lust, but Reimu is in the way.
She finally speaks. "So, Sanae." Her speech is slow and deep and monotone and absolutely deliberate.
"Wh… what?" Sanae asks breathily.
Reimu's fingers rise a little higher and move to trace circles on Sanae's stomach. "Do you think you've learned your lesson?"
"Ghhhh… I‐I don't–."
"Do you think you can wait now?"
"Reimu–!"
" Do you think you've learned how to wait? "
Her tone grows more and more dominant with each question. Sanae whimpers.
"Y-yes…"
Reimu only watches unsatisfyingly. "Yes what , Sanae?"
"Oh my gods, Reimu, not agai–."
"Sanae."
Reimu moves swiftly and suddenly, there's a knee holding down Sanae's hip instead. A hand is slammed against the floor next to her head. Reimu's glare is deadly.
"Yes, what? Sanae?" Her voice is as soul-piercing as her eyes.
No choice.
"Y-yes, I've… learned…"
Reimu raises an eyebrow. "You've learned what?"
Flinch. "I've learned my lesson to wait… Reimu…"
Reimu smiles, but not like a grin or a smirk, but just a soft smile. She then leans closer, grabbing the back of Sanae's head before stopping right beside her ear.
"Good girl."
And then she presses down on Sanae's clit.
"Gh–! Shit! Agh–!"
She instantly feels it. Her body concaves and convexes wildly. Her yelps become shouts and yells as tears fall from her eyes and she begins crying out loud. Reimu, surprisingly, lifts her knee, pulls both of her arms up, and slides them under Sanae's arched back. She holds her close through her entire climax, making an attempt at keeping her steady. But even with her help, Sanae still bucks and jolts and lurches with surprising strength.
Sanae twitches for a few more seconds as she calms down. It feels like she can finally feel something that isn't pure heat. Her chest rises and falls substantially, lifting Reimu in the process.
At some point, Reimu starts kissing Sanae on her neck.
"Mmgh, that's ticklish–!"
Reimu giggles, moving from her neck to her jawline. She places kisses up to her chin before pulling one of her hands up and caressing Sanae's cheek. After taking two seconds to wipe her mouth with the back of her other hand, Reimu leans in and sneaks in a kiss. Wiping didn't really erase the taste of Sanae's own fluids. She whines when Reimu pulls away.
Reimu sighs. "You okay?"
"Yeah… yeah, I'm just… oof, really sore…"
"Heh, sorry," in a tone that sounded much more genuine than how she had acted in the past several minutes.
She then leans forward and with a solid tug, pulls the needles out from the floor. Sanae's arms immediately relax, flopping over and falling beside her torso. Reimu slips an arm under her and slowly helps her sit up, but vertigo still strikes. She's held in place fine, but the momentary dizziness still sucks. Once she's stable, she realizes how stiff her back feels. Her wrists also catch her attention, both of them reddened from her bindings.
"My teeth hurt from all that breathing…" Sanae mutters.
A noticeable laugh comes from Reimu. "Want some water or something?"
"Some water would be… good, yeah…"
But before Reimu can stand up, Sanae raises a shaky arm and throws it around Reimu's side.
"Hm?"
"I know I said that… but… little longer, please…"
Reimu blinks. Then she settles back down and wraps her arms around Sanae's stomach.
"Sure."
The two girls spend a little time resting, Sanae finding herself comfortable in Reimu's arms. Sometimes, Reimu squeezes.
When she notices herself falling asleep, Sanae speaks. "Reimu?"
"What's up?"
"I love you~."
"Pfft. After all that?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?"
Reimu looks away. "It… kinda felt like I went too far…"
"Reimu…" Sanae pouts. "If I actually didn't like it, I would've said something."
For once, Reimu's the one whining this time. "Hnn… if you say so… love you too." She plants another kiss on Sanae's shoulder.
Sanae giggles, before realizing how tired all of that made her. Keeping her eyes open is a monumental task. She leans against Reimu, before drifting away to sleep.