A small laugh escapes her lips as she rolls her eyes, unable to help but smile back at you. "You're right," she says, regaining her composure. "Let's just finish up here and get ready for the ceremony." She takes one last look at the drawing before nodding towards it.
The tailor returns a short while later with fabric samples and sketches of their own designs, allowing them to finalize every detail of their wedding attire.
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As the day progresses, they help each other into their respective outfits, admiring each other in silence. Iori's dress is a simple yet elegant affair, accentuating her pale figure and honorable nature. Nagatoro's floral dress, on the other hand, seems to dance around her like a living thing; it perfectly captures her innocence and vibrant spirit.
The ceremony itself passes by in a blur of tears, laughter, and solemn promises.
A small laugh escapes her lips as she rolls her eyes, unable to help but smile back at you. "You're right," she says, regaining her composure. "Let's just finish up here and get ready for the ceremony." She takes one last look at the drawing before nodding towards it.
The tailor returns a short while later with fabric samples and sketches of their own designs, allowing them to finalize every detail of their wedding attire.
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As the day progresses, they help each other into their respective outfits, admiring each other in silence. Iori's dress is a simple yet elegant affair, accentuating her pale figure and honorable nature. Nagatoro's floral dress, on the other hand, seems to dance around her like a living thing; it perfectly captures her innocence and vibrant spirit.
The ceremony itself passes by in a blur of tears, laughter, and solemn promises.
Together, you and Iori pad quietly through the inn, making your way towards the back. The air grows warmer as you approach the hot spring area, its steam rising to caress your skin like a gentle lover's touch. The attendant bows low when he sees you, and Iori whispers something into his ear, handing him a few coins before leading you down the path to the private bathhouse.
The room is warm and inviting, with a large wooden tub sitting in the center, filled with steaming water.
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As soon as the door closes behind them, Iori turns to face you, her eyes locked on yours. "This...," she begins, then trails off, unable to find the words. Instead, she steps closer, pressing her body against yours, and kisses you softly on the lips. Her hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your nightgown, and she groans into the kiss as you arch your back against her touch.
Her heart skips another beat as you kiss her cheek. Her eyes flutter open, gazing down at you with an expression that is equal parts love and adoration. "Your strength feels good," she repeats, marveling at the sound of your voice. She cups your face gently in her hands, moving closer still until their lips are barely brushing against each other.
"You make me want to be better for you," she whispers, her thumbs stroking along your jawline as she speaks. "Stronger...
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Her heart aches with a painful sort of pleasure as she admits this to you. She has always been self-sufficient, never needing anyone else... until now. You are her entire world, and the thought of being better for you, stronger for you, is what drives her every day. As their lips finally meet, soft and tentative at first, then growing more insistent, she moans deeply into your mouth, feeling your arms snake around her waist as you pull her closer still.
After a few more minutes of soaking together, you finally get out of the tub, dried off, and dressed in fresh clothes. Iori pads across the room to her own wardrobe, retrieving a clean kimono before turning back to face you. She smirks as she sees that you're still blushing profusely.
"What's gotten into you this morning?" she teases, her voice low and husky. "You usually don't act like this."
I try to speak before burying my face in my hands eventually managing to whimper out "W-we were naked in the tub together..."
Her smile widens as she steps closer, her kimono parting slightly to reveal a sliver of bare skin. She cups your cheek in her hand, tilting your head up so that you have no choice but to meet her gaze. "And?" she asks quietly. "Is there something wrong with that?" Her touch sends shivers down your spine, and the heat between your legs grows almost unbearable.
You swallow hard, your heart racing as you look into those red eyes. "No..." you manage to whisper. "
"Mmm," she hums thoughtfully, her lips twitching into a knowing smirk as she chews her food. "That'd be interesting indeed..." She licks her lips suggestively and leans in closer to you across the table. "You know... I might even wear something special for that occasion too." Her words are barely above a whisper, but they send shivers down your spine nonetheless.
She takes another bite of food, savoring it as she watches your reaction.
"Mind if I sit in your lap?" I ask casually pointing down at her lap
"Only if you promise to behave," she says with a playful smirk. She scoots closer to you, making room on her lap, and pats it invitingly. "Come here, my little Nagi." Her voice is soft and gentle, almost coaxing as she watches your every move, her gaze intense and possessive. Once you're settled comfortably in her lap, she wraps one arm around your waist and holds you close, her other hand resting on the small of your back. "Much better,"