Yukiyo surfaced, shaking her hair from her face. “You were right,” she called, turned to face the shore. “There are fish aplenty-” She broke off on seeing her husband coming toward her, eyes alight with lust, and grinned, swimming to meet him. “You couldn’t wait until our dinner was cooking?” she teased, catching his erection in one hand. Her cold fingers could not close around it completely, but she could still stroke firmly and slowly.
“Oh, I could have,” Jouji said, shuddering as his wife touched him, “but what sane oni would want to when their wife is so willing?” He reached into the water and caught her hips in one pair of hands while reaching for her breasts with the other.
Yukiyo gasped again and writhed as his strong fingers and thick claws dug into the curves, pinching her nipples and rubbing in circles. She bent her head and kissed all over his arousal, still stroking, trusting Jouji to keep her from going under. She could feel his pulse under her lips and hand, which excited her further. “The women of your clan will be so jealous of me when they find out you are no longer available to them,” she murmured.
“Well, they will simply have to -ah!- be jealous,” the oni said, breath hitching as the yukionna swiped her chilly tongue over his heated skin. He moved a hand from her left hip to stroke the pad of his thumb across her nub repeatedly, making Yukiyo moan and thrust her hips at him. Jouji adjusted the placement of his hand to slip a finger inside her at the same time, pressing against the spot that drove her absolutely wild, and took great pleasure in watching her squeal and squirm.
“Take me,” she managed to say. “Don’t make me wait.”
Jouji properly clasped her hips again and moved the other pair of hands from her breasts to her shoulder blades. “Lie back. It’s all right, I have you,” he said, and the yukionna did so, her hair fanning out in the water as Jouji pulled her onto him. Even after their months together, she was still so tight, her sighs of joy so alluring. Yukiyo closed her eyes in sheer pleasure, tossing her head and caressing her breasts as Jouji and the water supported her. Jouji loved that look of total abandon on her face. “Is it good, my love?” he whispered as he began to move.
“Yes, gods, yes,” Yukiyo murmured, each thrust and rocking motion making her delightfully dizzy. “So good- too good! Don’t be gentle!”
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