by Eric Vall
Haruhi’s huge eyes widened even more as my essence shrank and my body began to take form before her. The librarian held her breasts in her hands with her arms crossed over her chest as she watched, enraptured. It took mere seconds for the body to form and settle into existence in front of her. Then she stared up at me and let her hands drop as she bared her naked body to me.
The sage stood in the middle of the aisle, nearly naked except for a pair of lacy black panties, and her long fluffy tail swished through the air and obscured her large breasts from view. Her eyelids lowered as the tip of her tail tickled her shoulder, and her fingers played at the edge of her panties for a moment as she eyed me hotly. One hand paused while the other slipped in and stroked her sex to the sight of me, and the other played over her bare skin up to her throat as soft moans escaped her cherry red lips. Her breaths quickened as I stepped forward and placed my hands on her wide hips. Her skin was like silk, smooth and buttery to the touch… but I didn’t just want to touch her.
I wanted to consume her, make her wholly mine and for no other man.
My fingers played about the waistband of her panties, and her skin prickled with gooseflesh as I took her hand from inside them and placed it on the growing bulge in my pants. Haruhi gasped lightly, her eyes cast downward, and I took in all of her stunning features and how her long eyelashes cast shadows down her features. I cupped her face as her hand slid into my pants and took my member into her grip.
I grunted in response, and she giggled airily then moaned as my hand slipped inside the soft fabric of her panties and caressed her sex with gentle movements. Haruhi sat back on the table in one swift motion as my fingers penetrated her wet warmth. Her head fell back as sultry moans slipped from her supple lips, and I hardened even more in her hand.
I didn’t want to rush this. I wanted to take all the time in the world while with her since this would be our first time together. I was eager to please her, to be inside of her sweet core. I bent down below her, and her hand slid out of my pants as I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Unlike my other women, the sage’s pubic mound was completely devoid of hair, and her hazel eyes met mine as her hand reached down and stroked herself in slow, languid motions.
I gripped her hard by the arm, and Haruhi’s breathing hitched. Her tail swung away from her breasts to reveal the hardened nipples. I brought my face closer to her dripping vagina, slipped two fingers inside of her, and she shot forward in ecstasy. Her entire body curled up to meet mine as I moved my fingers slowly inside of her.
Her breasts were large, larger than any of my other minions, and I took the nipple of the left one into my mouth and moved my tongue over it. Her head rolled back as her eyes slitted closed, and her dark hair fanned out below her. I swirled my tongue over her pert nipple, and Haruhi cooed softly into the darkness. Shadows surrounded us, but the light from the dome cast the feline in bright moonlight as her chest heaved with pleasure.
I pulled my fingers out of her sex and stroked her from the outside. Her sparkling hazel eyes opened, and she gazed down at me as she opened her legs and invited me inside. My hands quickly undid the belt at my waist and then the buttons. The clothing promptly fell away, and she leaned up as she pulled the white tunic up and off the avatar that I inhabited.
Haruhi’s eyes flicked up to mine as her hands pawed at the underwear, and I allowed her to take them off for me. Her mouth dropped open as they fell away, and she took in my length and girth. She took it into her hands and stroked it softly at first then faster, and I groaned in response as my head fell back.
Most of my minions, except for Morrigan, liked when I pounded them and drove them mad with frenzied movements, but I could tell that Haruhi was much different. Everything about her was soft and gentle as she pulled me to her. I lowered myself to her, and our lips met once more. Her lips tasted salty from the tears she shed earlier, but it was quickly forgotten as I moved my hands over her and positioned myself to enter her.
I pressed the head of my penis against her lips then slowly teased her with it. Haruhi moaned and wriggled beneath me as she brought her hips up and pushed her sex against me. She wanted me more than anything, and that’s exactly what I wanted. I needed her to want me, I needed her to need me then she could truly become one of my minions. The librarian had once said that she knew me better than my minions did and, in a way, she did. There was no explaining my past to Haruhi because she already knew all of it, she knew who I was and accepted it before anyone else. Haruhi knew my true name, the name I had refused to tell my minions just hours prior and, at this moment, I wanted nothing more than to hear her airy, lilting voice say my name, say my true name, call me anything but Master for the first time in a long time.
Her hands grabbed onto my shoulders and forced me forward. I entered into her wet tunnel and grunted as I steadied myself with one hand against the cold wood of the table. I looked down at her, and she looked even more beautiful than she had before, like she had blossomed only for me like a blood-red hibiscus in the dim light of the empty library.
She’d be my Nekokian flower by the end of the night, and I, her one and only Master. I pushed myself inside of her until our bodies were flush against each other and her velvety skin brushed against mine. Her lips parted in a moan, but I pressed my lips to hers before the sound could escape. Haruhi’s delicious sounds muffled for a second then stopped as her tongue snaked into my mouth to play with mine.
Our tongues moved together as her lips pressed harder to mine, and I moved my hips slowly as I pulled out then thrust back in immediately. Haruhi slid up the table a few inches as I pushed in and out of her in languid movements. I parted from her, and her eyes stayed on mine as I listened to every soft coo and cry that came roaring up her throat.
The feline’s walls clenched around mine as she leaned up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her hands moved over me, caressed my shoulders then trailed down my back as a single finger slid down the boney length of my spine. Haruhi was so wet and warm, and soon my thighs were coated in her juices as I moved even just a bit faster inside of her. Each time I pushed into her sweet vagina, a new and exciting sound came from her lips, and I only wanted more. I didn’t quicken the pace, but I thrust into her harder, and this time, Haruhi grabbed onto me with her nails and screamed in pleasure.
Her hazel eyes opened wide as she grappled onto me and pressed herself to my chest as I thrust into her forcefully. I felt it before she did, the tightening and pulling of her sex as her body prepared for the first oncoming orgasm. I moved my cock inside of her slowly, drawing out the motions as her soft cries heightened to screams, and her breaths came and went in loud gasps for air. I smirked down at her, and she only looked back with wide, frenzied eyes.
I slammed into her, then pulled back slowly and she strained against me, her eyes squeezed shut as she, too, felt the orgasm as it rose. I moved in fluid motions now, the time between pull and thrust much faster, though not as fast as my other minions liked but which sent Haruhi into a daze. Her mouth opened next to my shoulder, and she moaned wetly then screamed as her nails dug into my back as the first orgasm set in. I let her ride it out, her hips moving in perfect time with mine. Her orgasm seemed to peak then continue skyward as I fucked her. Right before she sunk her sharp teeth into my shoulder, she spoke, and the single word she cried was like music to my ears.
“K-Kazama!” Haruhi screamed out as she held onto me tightly, and I looked down into her face for a moment and took in all of her beautiful features. Haruhi shook and her hands holding me trembled slightly. I reached out to steady her, and her eyes found mine in the darkness.
She’d spoken it, said it aloud for only the two of us to hear but it was out in the open. The cursed name, the name ripped from me when I fell from the heavens, my true name.
Her face was pale, and it looked as if she thought she had done something wrong, but I stroked her sweaty cheek with my pointer finger tenderly. Haruhi was the only one
on earth who knew my name and was brave enough to say it in front of me. I was grateful to her. It felt as if she had broken a seal hidden deep within me and unleashed a whole other being that I was destined to be. She was mine now, and I was hers.
I gripped her right forearm and lifted it into the air. I ran my free hand over the flesh on the inside of her arm, and the skin there began to sizzle with life. I’d never done this with my other minions, but Haruhi was different since she knew everything about me. The sage gritted her teeth against the pain, and when I pulled away my hand, my name was carved into her flesh and would remain there forever. She was mine now, and from the way she looked down at the letters, I knew she’d wear it proudly.
I chuckled deep in the back of my throat as I pushed into her once more, the name forgotten for a moment as I pushed her closer to another orgasm, and her cries filled my ears once more. She felt like exquisite velvet wrapped around my member and each time she orgasmed, she felt even better to me than before. I could make love to her for hours, watch her expressions and listen to the sounds she made as I pleasured her over and over. Sweat dripped down my face, and Haruhi’s hazel eyes drifted up to mine. She was tired, and her breathing was ragged as I moved inside of her.
I lifted her legs, and Haruhi mewled softly, her entire body a tangled ball of pulsing pleasure though she neared her end. I nestled the backs of her knees in the crooks of my elbows and slammed into her and felt ecstasy rush up from my groin to the rest of my body like a building wave. The faster I moved, the more the feline mewled below me, an orgasm lighting off sparks behind her eyes as I moved towards my own. Sweat dripped down my bare chest, and I breathed in heavily as I slammed my member in her one last time and spilled my frothy seed into her convulsing tunnel.
“Give it to me. I want it! Please, give me all your seed, Kazama!” she cried as her tail wrapped around my right arm lustfully. I obliged as I seized inside her once more and sprayed more of my seed inside her.
When I pulled away, the white sticky liquid trailed after me and dripped from her already wet pussy. The feline quickly pressed her legs together, and her cheeks flushed red as I steeled myself and steadied my breathing. Haruhi lifted her head to me and our eyes connected, a new understanding passing between us. I was her Master now, and she was my obedient minion. I took a step closer, reached out, and stroked her messy hair. She purred into my touch, and I pulled her petite frame to my chest with a loud sigh.
I kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, and she raised her eyes to mine, and our lips met one last time.
Chapter Sixteen
After Haruhi and I got dressed and cleaned up, she led me down the flight of stairs, and I watched as her hazel eyes avoided the visceral carnage strewn about the marble floor. The librarian reminded me of Carmedy in the beginning, a true pacifist at heart, and I knew that if she were to become one of my minions, I would have to break her of that. Though the sage attempted to defend herself, she hadn’t wielded the dagger willingly. I would teach her in time, and she would learn the ways of a true warrior just as my other minions had.
Haruhi led me onward, down through the halls of bookshelves to a small wooden door placed into the shining marble wall. She was absolutely silent as she stepped forward, pressed an ear to the wood, and listened to something behind it. Then she leaned away with a soft smile then pushed the door open.
The space beyond was much different from the open, airy library, and I knew immediately it was her and her father’s personal quarters. I stepped into the room, and a sense of comfort washed over me. The room smelled of fresh air from the window that let in a soft breeze, but I could also smell patchouli and vanilla. A small round table sat in the corner with four mismatched chairs, and a welcoming fire crackled in the stone fireplace.
Haruhi brushed past me as she got busy making us a pot of tea, so I slipped into a chair and watched her as she moved. Her white ears stayed alert on the top of her head, and a few times, one turned towards me and listened as I shifted in my seat.
I smiled at that. I didn’t get many moments like these, most of my and my minions’s time was spent traveling around and camping in our tent. This was something I often dreamed about, a time when all of the dungeons had been conquered and the heavens ripped down. A time where I could have a real home with the women I loved and being in the small space that Haruhi occupied gave me a sliver of hope that she would be there too with my other minions.
The sage looked over her shoulder at me as the kettle began to whistle. She hastily took it off the licking flame, and her hands moved deftly as she used a rag to flip open the lid and dropped in a metal mesh basket that held the tea. My mouth began to water as the sweet scent tickled my nose, and she turned to grab two mismatched teacups.
The feline set one down in front of me and poured the steaming, light brown liquid into my porcelain cup. Haruhi’s movements were fluid and graceful as she quickly poured her own tea then dropped three sugar cubes into the steaming liquid. Once the preparation was done, she sat down across from me, and my gaze lifted to her as I reached for my cup. Her hazel eyes were tired, but the smile that spread over her lips was genuine.
I moved my eyes over the room and chuckled softly. The sound rumbled up from the depths of my chest and Haruhi raised her eyebrows to me. The small front room of their house was filled with books, and it was funny to me. Haruhi and her father loved books so much that the novels and volumes took up most of the space in their living quarters too. Books weren’t only their business but also their passion.
The sage tilted her head to me as she brought her cup up to her lips and blew softly on it to cool it down. I lifted my own cup to my lips and took a sip. It was hot, but the elderflower tea was delicious as it moved over my tongue and down the back of my throat. Its scent filled my mouth, and I exhaled it through my nose with a smile. I felt at peace for a moment with Haruhi in her home filled with the earthy smell of parchment and aged leather.
“What is it?” Haruhi finally asked softly to break our silence as she watched me closely, and I turned my head away from her as I took in more of the room.
“I knew you loved books from when we met you on Machstein, but I hadn’t realized the full extent of that love.” I chuckled.
Finally, the smile returned to the sage’s lips as she lifted the cup once more.
“Ah.” She giggled as she followed my gaze and looked over the piles and stacks of books that covered every inch of surface space in her home. “A lot of the books we keep in here are rare or need to be repaired, but a few of them are from our own personal collection.”
“Have you read all the books here?” I inquired with a wave of my hand, and her hazel eyes followed the motion.
“I have,” Haruhi said shyly as her hazel eyes followed my gesture. “I’ve read almost all of the books in here and in the library combined, and I remember every single page of each one.”
I raised my eyebrows to her in surprise. “Is that so?” I leaned forward toward her.
“Yes.” She smiled softly as she spoke. “I wouldn’t call it a skill because it’s not something I’ve practiced but more of something I was born with.” The sage nodded as her fingers twirled her cup on the wooden table. “There’s a medical term for it, but I don’t use it very often because it confuses people. I have, what doctors call, a photographic memory.”
“Really? I don’t think I’ve heard of that term before,” I said through a broad smile.
Haruhi’s eyes sparkled at my enthusiasm. It seemed as if the sage didn’t get enough praise from her father and the people of Canarta. That was something I would willingly give to her.
“Of course, I can recall anything I’ve read with high precision after very little exposure to the material. Everything I’ve read or looked at even for a few seconds, it’s all in here.” Haruhi giggled as she tapped her temple with a single finger, and I stared at her in awe for a few passing moments.
“May I test you?” I questioned.
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bsp; Haruhi’s eyebrows rose up in surprise, but her smile spread even wider as she looked at me with adoration. “Feel free.” The sage blushed profusely as her eyes flitted from mine and stared into the depths of her mug.
“Can you… tell me about the first book you’ve ever read?” I asked her, and her eyes glittered with excitement.
“Third Floor, Row 829, third shelf to the left, two down. The Story of a Son of a Peach, the painted cover is weathered, and the left corner is peeled upward at an angle. Would you like me to tell you some of the story?” she questioned as she lifted her cup and sipped quietly.
“Son of a Peach?” I asked incredulously, then a sly smile spread over my lips as I eyed her. “Is that like a son of a bitch?”
“No, no, two completely different things,” Haruhi snorted through giggles, and I looked down at her tenderly. “It’s a Nekokian tale passed down through generations. You haven’t heard of it?”
“I’d like it very much if you’d tell it to me, word for word from the book,” I told her.
The sage blinked at me slowly as her cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkled. Haruhi nodded vehemently, and I rested my hands against the grain of the wood and knitted my fingers together as she started.
“Long, long ago there lived an old man and an old woman. They were peasants and had to work hard to earn their daily pay. The old man used to go and cut grass for the farmers around, and while he was gone the old woman, his wife, did the work of the house and worked in their own little field. One day the old man went to the hills as usual to cut grass, and the old woman took some clothes to the river to wash. It was nearly summer, and the country was lovely to see in its fresh greenness as the two old people went on their way to work. The grass on the banks of the river looked like emerald velvet, and the pussy willows along the edge of the water were shaking out their soft tassels…”