Kiku arched her back and stretched, her slender body flexing in a way that seemed almost feline. After a few moments, she gave a languid order to Eresan. "Put the stone on the altar," she commanded, her voice low and husky.
Eresan hesitated for a moment before complying, carefully lifting the stone and placing it on the ancient altar. The air was heavy with anticipation as everyone waited for something to happen. But nothing did. The stone simply sat there, inert and still.
Eresan looked at Kiku uncertainly. "Maybe the altar is too old," he ventured. "Maybe its mechanism doesn't work like it used to."
Kiku's response was immediate and physical. She punched Eresan's hip with a swift jab, making him grunt in surprise. "Of course, it works," she said, her eyes flashing with amusement. "Not until I make it work, that is."
She pointed to a strange, chamber-like structure made of a living, thread-like material that seemed to pulse and writhe in the dim light. "Take me there," she said, her voice dripping with a suggestive tone. "I need to give it my... virginity."
Eresan's face turned bright red as he panicked, stuttering out a denial. "W-why me?"
Kiku groaned in exasperation, rolling her eyes. "Did you really just throw me into the clutches of an old man and his creepy friend?" she muttered, as if recalling a past trauma. "I'm the shrine maiden of this temple, and I know what I'm doing. If I have to give my virginity to someone, and... it won't be to some ancient codger or a random half-Kami child."
Hajime, who had been watching the exchange with interest, raised an eyebrow at Kiku's words. "I'm not that old," he protested, a hint of indignation in his voice.
Mizuchi, standing beside Hajime, wondered silently how Kiku had known about Hajime's true nature. It was a subtle thing, a nuance that not many could pick up on. But Kiku seemed to have an intuition about these things.
As the tension between Kiku and Eresan continued to simmer, it was clear that Eresan was not going to be easily swayed. Kiku's eyes flashed with determination, and she took a step closer to Eresan, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Come on, Eresan. It's not that hard, is it?"
The air was thick with anticipation as Kiku led Ereshan by the hand into the Chamber, a sacred place within the temple where the ancient cultists once performed their most revered rituals. The chamber, dimly lit by flickering candles, seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very threads of fate were alive and humming.
"Ereshan," Kiku said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a determination that was hard to ignore. "I need you to do something for me."
Ereshan, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and fear, nodded, not knowing what to expect. Kiku, with a resolve that was both captivating and unnerving, began to strip off her clothes, her tanktop falling to the ground, leaving her completely naked. The sight took Ereshan aback; he had never seen a woman naked before, and the sudden exposure left him both fascinated and terrified.
"Kiku-san, what are you doing?" Ereshan stuttered, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"I am a shrine maiden, Ereshan," Kiku explained, her voice steady. "To activate the altar stone and fulfill my duty, I must sacrifice my virginity."
Ereshan's eyes widened in understanding, mixed with a healthy dose of panic. He was still innocent, not knowing how to proceed, despite the stirrings within him. Kiku, taking his hand, guided him closer, her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of determination and a hint of vulnerability.
The scene that unfolded was a mix of awkwardness and comedy, as Ereshan, though eager, was clueless about how to proceed. Kiku, though resolute, couldn't help but feel a pang of amusement at Ereshan's innocence. Their attempt at intimacy was more stumbling than sensual, with Ereshan fumbling and Kiku guiding him, trying to make the act work. Outside the chamber, Hajime and Mizuchi stood guard, their faces expressionless, yet their curiosity was palpable.
"Do you think they are doing it?" Mizuchi asked, his voice low and filled with a mischievous glint.
Hajime's expression didn't change, but a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. "I am not sure what 'it' refers to, Mizuchi, but Kiku-san has taken Ereshan. Whatever is happening, it is likely part of the ritual to activate the altar stone."
Mizuchi nodded, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I see. Well, it seems like Ereshan is getting a lesson in more than just bravery."
Hajime shot Mizuchi a sidelong glance, his expression a mix of disapproval and amusement. "You are too young to understand such matters, Mizuchi."
Mizuchi chuckled, a sound that was both innocent and knowing. "Age is nothing but a number, Hajime-san. Besides, I am not as clueless as you think. I've seen how Kiku-san looks at Ereshan, and how Ereshan looks at her. This is more than just a ritual; it's the beginning of something beautiful."
Hajime the samurai and Mizuchi the mysterious youth covered their ears, unprepared for the lewd noises about to assault them. They exchanged knowing glances, aware of the taboo rituals being performed.
Kiku and Ereshan grappled and writhed, her luscious curves enveloping his immature form. "Nngh! Ereshan, what's wrong with you?" she panted in irritation. "Don't you know how to please a woman?"
"I-it's my first time, Kiku-san!" Ereshan stammered, flustered.
Kiku threw him off impatiently. "Tch! Useless. Get out!"
Ereshan scrambled to his feet, cheeks flushed, small manhood flaccid and pathetic. He slunk out shamefully.
"Well, well, look what we have here," Hajime said wryly. "Kiku seems...insatiable." Mizuchi grinned impishly, eyes glinting.
Kiku called out in a breathy voice, "Mizuchi! Come satisfy me, my pet!"
"Woohoo!" the spry youth cheered, bounding into the inner sanctum with a lewd gleam in his eye.
Mizuchi burst into the chamber, wild eyes locking onto the porcelain beauty. "You cannot escape me, woman!" he proclaimed, voice cracking with the onset of puberty.
"You have been chosen, Mizuchi," she said, her voice low and melodic. "Chosen to serve the forgotten gods in the most intimate way possible. Will you take on this sacred duty?"
The boy swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his slender throat. "I... I'll do my best, Kiku-sama," he managed, eyes darting anxiously to where Ereshan lounged on a pile of cushions.
Mizuchi approached hesitantly, reaching out with trembling fingers to trace the curve of her hip. Mizuchi drank in the sight of her, his young cock already beginning to stir in response to her beauty.
"Touch me, Mizuchi," she breathed, guiding his hands to her pert breasts. "Makes me come."
The boy needed no further encouragement. He descended upon her with a puppyish eagerness, lavishing attention on every inch of newly exposed flesh. Kiku purred as his mouth found her nipple, sucking and nibbling until the tender bud was stiff and aching.
But it was not enough, not nearly enough. Mizuchi's hands, while enthusiastic, were clumsy and inexact. He rutted against her like a fumbling virgin, his cock sliding uselessly against her thigh.
Kiku bore the boy's attentions with a condescending patience, calculating the minutes until she could finally dismiss him. But as the hours dragged on, the young acolyte still failed to bring her to the peak of pleasure she so desperately craved.
With a muffled curse, Kiku shoved Mizuchi away, his softening cock slipping from her unsatisfied depths with a slick sound. "Get out," she snapped, voice dripping with disdain. "You're useless."
Mizuchi scurried to gather his robes, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I... I'm sorry, Kiku-sama," he blubbered, cheeks flaming. "I tried my best..."
"Your best isn't good enough," Kiku said flatly. She stood, letting the cooling sweat dry on her skin as she watched the boy slink away. "Not nearly good enough."
That left only one option. Kiku peered out into the temple's common room, her eyes picking out the form of Hajime immediately. The samurai sat cross-legged on a cushion, his graying hair pulled back from a face etched with lines of experience and weariness.
He was a battle-worn man, his lithe, muscular body a map of scars and old injuries. But there was an aura of gruff competence about him, a sense of coiled power barely held in check.
Kiku needed that power now, more than ever. Squaring her shoulders, she stepped out into the common room, her expression carefully neutral. "Hajime-san. A word, if you please."
The samurai looked up as she approached, his dark eyes glinting with a hint of wariness. "Of course, Kiku-sama. How may I serve?"
"You may serve in the same way they did," Kiku said bluntly. "The god demands more... vigorous worship than that uncoordinated brats is capable of. Only a man of your experience can satisfy me."
Hajime exhaled sharply through his nose, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You do not mince words, child. But I am honored to be of service."
He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, joints popping softly. "Lead the way."
Kiku inclined her head regally, the dripping wet curls of her hair swaying with the movement. She led Hajime, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension.
The samurai shut the door behind them with a deliberate click, his gaze roving hungrily over Kiku's scantily clad form. "Shall we begin?" he rumbled, voice like the purr of a big cat.
"Yes," Kiku breathed, raw desire kindling in her belly. "Begin."
Hajime crossed the space between them in three long strides, his calloused hands coming up to grip her waist with bruising force. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, tossing her onto the pile of cushions in a tangle of limbs.
Kiku gasped as he followed her down, the hard heat of his body blanketing her like a furnace. His mouth crashed against hers in a bruising kiss, tongue plundering her depths with a ruthless skill that left her breathless and wanting.
Hajime's hands were everywhere at once, kneading the supple flesh of her breasts, skimming down the valley of her waist, cupping the generous curve of her ass. He squeezed and kneaded, claiming every inch of her as his own.
Kiku writhed beneath him, the relentless onslaught of sensation driving her towards the peak she craved. Hajime's mouth left hers to blaze a trail of fire down her throat, teeth and tongue worrying at the delicate skin until she was certain she would bear the mark of his possession.
Lower and lower he kissed, pausing to lave at the pebbled peaks of her nipples before suckling greedily at the tender buds. Kiku keened, back arching as sparks of pleasure shot through her like lightning.
Hajime worked his way down her body with single-minded purpose, his hands parting her thighs to bare the dripping folds of her pussy. "Fuck, Kiku," he growled, voice rough with lust. "You're so wet. So fucking wet for me."
He sealed his mouth over her sex without preamble, tongue delving between her folds to lap at the swollen bud of her clit. Kiku sobbed, hands coming down to fist in his graying hair as he ate her out with a skill that bordered on obscene.
Hajime worked her with lips and teeth and tongue, coaxing her towards her peak with ruthless precision. He slid two fingers into her clutching channel, pumping them in and out as he suckled at her clit, driving her towards the brink of ecstasy.
Kiku shattered with a ragged cry, back bowing as her release crashed over her in a tidal wave of sensation. Hajime worked her through it, teeth and tongue gentling as he coaxed her down from the high.
But the samurai was far from done. He surged up her body, claiming her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss as he notched the broad head of his cock at her entrance. Kiku gasped into his mouth as he drove into her in one powerful thrust, impaling her on his thick, throbbing shaft.
Hajime set a brutal pace, pounding into her with deep, driving strokes that rocked her to her core. The wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the chamber, mingling with Kiku's increasingly desperate moans as he railed her towards another peak.
The samurai angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. Kiku clawed at his back, nails scoring crimson lines down the sweat-slicked expanse of his muscles as he fucked her with a single-minded intensity.
Hajime felt his own release building, the pressure coiling tight at the base of his spine. He pistoned into her harder, faster, determined to bring her with him as he hurtled towards the brink.
Kiku came with a ragged scream, her cunt clamping down around him like a vice as her pleasure crested. Hajime followed a heartbeat later, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, sweat cooling on their skin as they drifted down from the high. Kiku cuddled into Hajime's chest, listening to the soothing thud of his heartbeat.
"Thank you," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. "You've given me hope, Hajime-san."
The samurai tightened his arms around her, a soft hum of satisfaction rumbling in his throat. "Anytime, little slut. Anytime."
And as they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their coupling, Kiku felt the first stirrings of the forgotten god's power kindling in her veins. The flames of faith were rekindled at last, and the Temple of Forgotten Flames would rise once more.
Kiku and Hajime emerged from the inner sanctum hours later, the adept's hair a wild tangle and her mouth still glistening with the evidence of their coupling. The samurai's cock was still buried in her ass, pistoning lazily as he walked her out into the common room.
Mizuchi and Ereshan looked up from their places on the cushions, eyes widening at the debauched sight. But Kiku paid them no mind, her attention solely focused on the crawling heat building in her core.
After Ereshan left with the stone, Hajime turned his gaze back to Kiku, still kneeling on the ground. He looked down at her with a smug, satisfied grin.
"Well well, it seems you've found your true place - at my feet, as my personal cum dumpster," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "From now on, you belong to me. Your mouth and throat are mine to use as I please."
Kiku nodded meekly, still coughing a bit from the rough treatment of her throat moments before. She bowed her head in submission. "Yes, Master. I am yours, to do with as you wish. I will serve as your slut and endure whatever you see fit to dish out to me."
Hajime chuckled darkly. "Good slut. Now get up and put your clothes back on. We're leaving this wretched temple."
Kiku quickly rose and gathered her scattered garments. With shaky hands, she redressed herself, the fabric of her clothes feeling rough against her sensitive, used skin.
Once she was fully clothed again, Hajime grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Never forget what you are now," he growled. "You're nothing but a receptacle for my seed. Whenever I want to empty my balls, you'd better be ready to take it, no matter where we are or how embarrassing for you. Understood?"
"Yes Master," Kiku whimpered, tears stinging her eyes from the painful grip on her hair. "I understand my place. I belong to you."
Hajime released her hair with a rough shove. "Good. Now let's get out of here."