Her lips curl into a smile, amused by your modesty. "Oh, but you're so beautiful," she whispers, her breath tickling the sensitive skin behind your ear. She cups your breasts in her hands, squeezing them gently as if weighing fruit before lifting her head to meet your eyes again.
"Come now," she says with a playful grin. "You know you want me to look."
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Her words send a shiver through you, and you feel your resistance begin to crumble. You lower your arms reluctantly, exposing yourself once more to her gaze. Her fingers trail up your stomach, brushing against the soft curls of hair at your mound before moving higher, cupping your breasts again.
"So perfect," she whispers, her thumb circling around and around your nipples until they harden into tight peaks. "I could spend hours touching you."
Her fingers dig into the fabric of the futon, clawing at it in an effort to stay grounded as you touch her so intimately. Her hips buck upwards, seeking out your lips and tongue with an urgency that takes her breath away. "So good..." she moans, her voice raw and needy.
Her fingers slip between your shoulder blades, urging you onward as you pleasure her. She's never felt anything like this before; so tight, so warm... It's almost enough to make her lose herself completely.
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Finally, with a cry that echoes through the quiet room, she comes undone in your mouth. Her body goes rigid as waves of pleasure wash over her, and for a moment, she's lost to the sensation. As she regains her composure, she reaches down, gently cupping your cheek with her free hand.
"That... was incredible," she whispers hoarsely, still breathing heavily. "But we should stop now." It's not a command; more of a plea for understanding.
"tell me, Nagi-chan... When we first met, what was the very first thing that came to your mind when you saw me?" Her eyes glint with curiosity and amusement as she waits for your answer.
The two of you continue walking together, the sun beginning to set behind them, painting the sky in hues of red and orange. The warmth of her hand in yours is a welcome contrast to the cool evening air.
"Well I-I... I thought you were... well I thought you were cute" I try to say stammering and blushing as if I was a little school girl
Her mouth twitches into a smile, revealing her sharp teeth for just a moment. "Cute?" She repeats, arching an eyebrow. "And here I thought you'd find me intimidating or scary." Her voice is teasing, but there's a hint of relief beneath the surface.
"Well, I don't know about that... Maybe it was my good looks," she jokes, nudging you playfully with her shoulder. "Or perhaps you just had a thing for women with swords."
Her cheeks flush crimson as she hears your words, and she struggles to keep her expression neutral. "Nagatori," she begins quietly, her voice hoarse with emotion. "You are everything that is good in this world... You make me want to be a better person, someone who deserves you. But I know deep down that it's not fair for me to expect such things from you."
She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I will never force myself upon you or demand anything more than your friendship.
"My lady I appreciate that but if you get married to a wealthy man you'll be set for life and ill be right beside you like I promised ill remain your servant for as long as we live"
Her eyes widen at your words, surprise etched into her features. For a moment, she's speechless, unsure how to respond. "Nagatori," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't understand... I could never accept such an arrangement. It would tarnish everything between us." She pauses again, hesitating before continuing in a rush of emotion. "I love you, Nagatori. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.
"I told you that I would protect you no matter what." Her eyes meet yours, searching for any sign of understanding or recognition. "And even though things have changed... I still mean it." She reaches out to take your hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "As long as we're together, I will never let anyone harm you again."
Her words are solemn, but there's an unspoken promise hidden beneath the surface. A vow that she intends to keep, no matter the cost.
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Nagi nods, thinking for a moment before answering. "You said that you would protect me... That we were meant to be together." Her voice is soft and hesitant, as if she's afraid to remember the words herself.
"Do you still feel that way?" she asks quietly, glancing up at Iori from beneath her lashes. "Even after everything that's happened?"
Nagi nods, her blush deepening as she turns away and busies herself with setting out fresh clothes. "You're welcome." The silence stretches between them for a moment before Nagi speaks again, her voice smaller than usual. "
"Mistress...I love you" I say before padding out of the room quickly leaving her alone for the time being
Her heart skips a beat at your confession. It's no secret that she loves you as well, but she has never admitted it aloud, not even to herself. The revelation hits her like a punch to the gut, and she sinks beneath the water, burying her face in her hands. Tears sting at her eyes as she struggles to keep herself together.
"You don't have to say that," she whispers hoarsely when you leave the room. "I... I can't..."