Chapter 57: The Procedure for Massaging Sakura’s Breasts

Benjamin cupped her face with both of his hands, his thumbs stroking the damp tracks down her cheeks, and she sighed into his mouth like she’d been holding her breath for centuries.

It began to grow hotter and deeper. Sakura led Benjamin to sit down on the dragon-designed seat, then she climbed on him and sat, her pale thighs visible as the kimono she wore went up.

The carved stone was cool beneath him, the dragon’s stone scales were pressing into his back through his kosode, but Sakura’s heat overwhelmed everything else.

She was settled fully on his lap, with her knees bracketing his hips, and the silk of her kimono sliding higher until smooth skin met the rough fabric of his hakama.

Her weight was light and almost deliberate; more grounding. She leaned in again and kissed him, her lips parting, her tongue seeking his tongue in slow, hungry rubs.

They continued to kiss;

“Benjamin, smooch, I love you. I love you so much, smooch!”

“Sakura, smooch, I love you, smooch.”

Their words came between breaths, between the presses of mouth to mouth, half-murmured, and half-moaned.

They were alone in the woods, the panoramic view of the district facing them from their high position, with only their kissing sound and rustling echoing in the silence.

The distant town lanterns flickered like fireflies far below, but up here there was only shaft of moon light, wind through oak trees, and the wet, soft sounds of their lips meeting again and again.

Sakura began to run her hands through Benjamin’s clothes, then soon started stripping it off him, his chest bare.

Her fingers were trembling, certainly not from the cold but, from the raw need to feel him—to touch his bare body. She tugged at the ties of his kosode, pulling the dark gray fabric open until it fell from his shoulders.

The cool night air brushed his skin, but Sakura’s palms were warm, sliding over his collarbones, down his pectorals, her claws dragging lightly enough to make him shiver.

She pressed the both of her hands flat to his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder under her touch, then dragged them lower, tracing the lines of his abdomen with reverent slowness.

Soon, her obi loosened, and her kimono began to slip off her shoulder, revealing her ample, yet moderate breasts, with pink nipples ready.

The silk pooled around her elbows, baring her to the moonlight. Her breasts rose and fell with every quick breath, her pale skin nearly glowing silver, and her nipples already tight and flushed dark pink from sexual urges, desire, and the night air.

Benjamin’s mouth went dry at the sight of her: she was, at the moment, beautiful beyond words, regal and vulnerable all at once.

Benjamin immediately moved his lips over her skin, from her neck to collar bone, till he stopped at the juicy breasts. He kissed a slow path down the column of her throat, tasting its saline and sweetness, feeling her pulse flutter under his tongue.

When he reached her collarbone he had lingered, sucking lightly until she gasped, then continued downward.

His mouth closed over one breast, with his tongue grazing the hardened peak before he drew it between his lips.

His teeth began work on it, lightly biting the toughened nipples, and causing Sakura to moan, rustling his hair more fiercely and arching her back.

Though, the bite was gentle; with just enough pressure to make her gasp. But it sent a jolt through her body. She arched sharply, her fingers knotting in his hair, pulling him closer to her breasts as a low, hoarse moan spilled from her lips.

Her hips rocked forward instinctively, grinding against the growing hardness beneath her.

Benjamin used his tongue to lick up the nipple, then suck just enough to pull it into his mouth, his tongue rolling circles on it, before sucking on it again.

Every swirl of his tongue made her shudder. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, the wet pull drawing a sharp cry from her throat. Her thighs clenched around his hips, and her claws digged (lightly, we’re not trying to kill him) into his scalp.

His other hand worked her other nipple, pinching and pulling it, then pressing it inward sending pleasure through Sakura as she gasped and shivered some more. He occasionally mounded the entire breast, squeezing it from below and massaging it gently.

His fingers rolled the unsucked nipple, tugging it lightly, then flattening it against the soft mound before kneading the full breast in slow, firm circles. Sakura’s breathing had turned ragged from the procedure, little whimpers now escaping every time he pinched just right.

He soon left the nipple he was licking, with an erotic wet snap, then he faced the other one, pleasuring it too with his mouth and teeth. Sakura pressed his head onto her as she squirmed in hedonism.

The sudden halt he made when he was sucking her, it made Sakura whine; needy and desperate. But as he met the other one, she was pleased.

She pushed his face harder against her chest, with her hips rolling in gradual, grinding movements against his lap, seeking friction through the layers of fabric.

Benjamin’s hands began to wander into her thighs, rubbing both of his palms on them at the same time as he slowly moved them forward… forward, and some more.

He reached her ass under the fabric and gripped it, kneading and squeezing, his fingers digging and pressing the flesh like it was slightly tough jelly.

Her ass filled his palms perfectly; fantastically soft yet firm, yielding under his grip. He squeezed harder, pulling her closer so her heat pressed directly against his erection, and she moaned into his hair.

Sakura brought his face to hers again and kissed him, her tongue frolicking in his mouth, tasting his tongue, his teeth, and everything inside his mouth passionately.

The kiss was messy but so desperate, all tongue and teeth and shared breath fellowshipped together. She tasted herself on him—the faint brackish of her skin—and it made her whimper into his mouth.

She pulled her hot face back, strings of saliva glistening and connecting them.

“Benjamin… One more time, all right?” Sakura requested of him, at this time quite dazed, as she licked his lips and cheeks like a clingy kitten. “I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you now.”

Benjamin gulped and nodded. Then Sakura began to loosen his pants, untying the belt that held it.

Her fingers shook as she worked the knot, her breath hitching every time her knuckles brushed the hardness beneath. When the fabric finally loosened, she tugged the hakama down just enough.

Pulling the cloth down, Benjamin’s penis sprang forth, like a forcefully bloomed flower.

It stood thick and flushed, the tip already glistening with precum, and its slight veins standing out under the moonlight.

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