Warnings for explicit drawings and extended descriptions of human sexual behavior between a adult male and a sixteen-year-old female, which wasn't even close to jailbait in Edo period Japan circa 1785. But I mention it just in case, because that seems to be a trigger for some people. Quasi-incestuous pillow talk between unrelated sex partners, oral/genital contact, intercrural intercourse and angst. Caution to the innocent and unsuspecting: you must be old enough to read het fansmut and to look at naked pictures before you scroll down any further, because you're going to get a hell of an eyeful when you do. Heh heh heh...
A joint creation: first Amberguesa mailed me a scan of a drawing (the one on the third page) which I liked so much I began to write a casual scenario around it. She responded by illustrating what I'd written, which in turn inspired more text, which led to more drawings... Yeah. You get the picture... five of them, that is. Amberguesa does her linework in pencil, to which I've added some toning in Photoshop. All of it is meant only for adults.
This scenario takes place in a semi-alternate version of my serial fanfiction, Abstinence Education. Without reading that story first, it may not make perfect sense... but the bulk of it's NC-17, so you may not care that much about it making sense. In chapter 19 of Ab.Ed., Manji and Rin set out on a journey to escape the flooding in their district. Intending to stop at an inn, they discover that all the lodgings are full of fellow refugees, and they're forced to continue on in search of shelter. If instead they'd found a room that evening, what other course might they have followed? Just like the page backgrounds, this scene grows progressively darker...
towards night
artwork and inspiration by amberguesa
text and html by madame manga
Manji didn’t always have to tell her everything he wanted her to know. She was learning to interpret his grimaces and smiles, his breathing, and the way his fingers tightened when he felt his pleasure gathering its final momentum. Sometimes he liked to get that over with quickly and then settle down to pay undivided attention to her body; she had the impression he felt his own arousal as a distraction from his real goal. He’d whisper sly, lascivious comments in her ear, obviously enjoying her blushes while he praised her reactions to his touch. He’d never given her nearly so many compliments during sword training...
He hadn’t driven her so hard, either. Rin remembered some strenuous practices in the heat, taking strokes with a heavy bokan until her arms burned and the clothing under her obi soaked so wet with perspiration that she could wring out a stream of droplets. That seemed like a light workout compared to this warm and endless afternoon on an inn fūton. Not that she wanted it to end — but her nipples were red and warm from Manji’s fingers and tongue, she had the pink marks of his energetic kisses all over her chest and thighs, and he was starting to lick her sweaty stomach again. At this rate, she’d soon lose track of how many times he pushed her over the edge. Nothing made him grin more than when she admitted she had grown too dizzy to keep count.
“Y’want it like this?” His nose rubbed in her maidenhair and he chuckled. “Damn, my ears are still ringing... you can really howl when you let it go with conviction.”
Rin flushed and put a hand over her lips. “Gosh, the whole inn must have heard that!”
“So what? Half the guests are probably doing something like it right now. Let ‘em enjoy the music... at a distance.” He caught a few strands of her hair in his lips and tugged hard enough to make her wriggle.
"I don't remember hearing anything like that from other people's rooms!"
Manji ran his open lips along the valley between Rin's closed thighs and breathed in. "That's just... 'cause you don't know what it sounds like."
"Don't I?"
“Naw... you see, some guys — " Manji kissed and nuzzled his way deeper. "You hear grunting and banging and a squeak or two, like the broad was poking her finger with a sewing needle, and it’s all over with in three and a half minutes." He laughed; she felt his hot breath sting her sensitive cleft and jumped. "Morons...”
“You mean they quit right after they’ve gone there the first time?” Rin half-covered her bobo with her hand and blinked at her yōjimbō. “Then they’re skipping the best part!”
“Yeah, if they’re paying for it, you think they’d go for their money’s worth. At least.” Manji reached around Rin's hips with both hands, parted her thighs and slid down to hook her left knee over his right shoulder. He smiled directly at her groin, his face barely a handspan from the joining of her legs. “Hot damn, that’s a pretty cunt.”
“Manji-san!” Rin hunched her shoulders and giggled.
“Hey, it’s the truth.” His thumbs slid into the indentations on each side of her softly swollen lips, where her sex met the creases of her thighs, and stroked back the hair. “Even prettier when you’ve just gone there... it opens up like it’s all ready for — ” He cleared his throat with a grunt. Immediately he pushed his tongue into her cleft and vigorously licked the slick inner petals apart.
Rin screeched and shoved on his skull. “Ooh! Not so — OOH!”
He didn’t listen. He held down her bucking hips with the weight of his head and an elbow crooked around her right thigh. His hand rested on her belly while he roughly lapped up and down in her tenderest parts, and tormented her little bean with rapid assaults of a wiggling tongue-tip. Rin screamed, thumped her heels on his back and pulled his hair. Manji caught one of her hands and entwined his fingers with hers. For a moment he withdrew, grinned at her bobo again and resumed.
Rin gave in, arched her back and rubbed her hips against his face until her breath started coming in fast, broken gasps. Manji slowed down a little and lapped around the top of her cleft; she reached her crisis in a series of shudders and high-pitched moans.