In Kuroinu

Her ear was on my chest and she wasn't moving and the room was louder than it had been an hour ago.

The inn was settling. Timbers contracting in the cool air, a creak and pop rhythm that ran through the walls like a slow pulse. The cricket in the wall was still going. A dog was barking three or four streets away and its chain scraped stone when it turned. The wind outside pushed against the shutters and the lamp flame bent and straightened and bent again. The oil was burning with a sound I'd never been able to hear before.

Mila's ear was pressed flat against my sternum and her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and even and her tail was curled around my calf again. The fur was warm this time. Settled.

"I can hear the blood," she said. "Moving through the chambers. The valves opening and closing." She pressed her ear harder against my chest. "It slowed down. When you were inside me it was fast. Now it's slower."

"You're monitoring my heart."

"I can't help it. It's right here." She tapped my chest with one finger. Her ears swiveled toward the sound of the tap and then back to their resting position, tracking automatically. "Everything is so loud now. The lamp sounds like a campfire. I can hear Llusse snoring two floors up."

"Llusse snores?"

"Like a horse." Her tail wagged once. "Don't tell her I said that."

We lay there. Her weight on my chest was light and warm and her ears twitched at sounds I was only half catching and her hand was resting on my ribs and her fingers were drawing small circles on my skin. The circles got slower, then stopped, then started again.

She sat up.

Her hair fell around her face and she was straddling my stomach and the sheet was pooled at her hips and her ears were halfway between flat and upright. She was looking at me and her lower lip was between her teeth and her tail had gone still behind her.

"Again?" she said. Her voice cracked on it.

"Yeah?"

She nodded. Fast. Her ears went pink at the tips. "I want to- I've never-" She looked down at where she was sitting on me, then back up. "On top. I want to try."

I put my hands on her hips. She was warm from the first round and her skin was damp where our bodies had been pressed together and when my palms settled on the curve above her hipbones her breath caught and her ears twitched. I was getting hard. She felt it. Her hips shifted and her tail gave one fast twitch.

She shifted backward. Lifted herself on her knees and reached between us and her fingers found my cock and wrapped around it. Clumsy. She adjusted the angle twice before she got it right and her ears went flat with the effort and when the head pressed against her she was still wet from the first round and from my cum and the slickness made her flinch.

"Oh-" Quiet. Her hand steadied me and she sank down.

Slow. Her jaw clenched and her eyes squeezed shut and she took me inch by inch. She was swollen from before, tighter at the entrance and then slicker inside, and the heat was different this time. Wetter. Everything already sensitized. The friction was almost nothing and the sensation was all heat and pressure and her pussy clenching around me in small pulses as she adjusted. When she bottomed out she sat still on my lap with her hands flat on my chest and her mouth open and her ears flat against her head.

"Okay," she said. Breathing. "Okay. That's. Okay."

"Take your time."

She nodded. Her fingers pressed into my chest and she lifted herself an inch and dropped back down and made a sound through her nose and did it again. Lifting higher this time. The wet sound when she dropped was louder than she expected, slick and obvious in the quiet room, and her ears flattened further and a blush crawled up her chest. Her brow was furrowed. Lips pressed together. Concentrating.

She tried a roll. Hips forward and back instead of up and down and it ground her clit against the base of my cock and her thighs clenched on either side of me and her mouth fell open.

"Oh- that's-"

She did it again. Harder. Her hands pressed into my chest for leverage and she rolled her hips in a slow circle and the sound she made was louder and she heard herself make it and her ears twitched. Her tail shot up behind her and started wagging at a pace that had nothing to do with the rhythm she was building. I held her hips. Guided the angle on the next roll, pressing her down a fraction more, and she gasped and her nails bit into my chest.

"Nn- there-"

She leaned into it. The pace picked up. She was finding what worked, her hips grinding forward on the down-stroke, lifting on the backstroke, and each time she dropped her pussy squeezed around me and the wet sounds filled the room. Louder now. The slick of her riding me, my cum from the first round mixed with how wet she was, and every stroke was audible. She heard it. Her jaw tightened and her ears burned but her hips didn't slow down.

My cock was throbbing inside her. Every time she ground down the pressure built and her pussy was hot and swollen and each squeeze sent a pulse through my stomach. I gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her on the next stroke and she made a sound that broke open, surprised, and her rhythm stuttered for a second before she caught it and matched me.

"Haruto-"

She was upright and looking down at me and her brown eyes were dark and unfocused and her lips were parted and her ears were pointing straight up and she was making sounds on every stroke. "Ah-" "Nn-" "Ah-" Punched out of her by the impact of her hips on mine.

"Look at me," I said.

Her eyes focused. On mine. Her face was flushed and her mouth was open and she was looking right at me while she rode my cock and the eye contact made her ears go flat and her blush go deeper and her hips go faster.

Her hands slid from my chest to my stomach and she leaned back and the angle changed and my cock dragged along a different spot inside her and she cried out, sharp and surprised, and her hips stuttered and then went faster. Her head tipped back. Her breasts moving with each stroke, small and tight, and her stomach flexing and the muscles in her thighs working as she rode and she was making sound now, continuous, "ah- ah- ah-" matching her rhythm, and the wet sounds were loud and her tail was going behind her, fast, out of control.

I sat up. My arms went around her waist and my face pressed against her chest, between her breasts, and she was hot and damp with sweat and her heart was hammering against my cheek and she wrapped her arms around my head and held me there and ground down.

The angle tightened. Deeper in her lap. Her hips rolling against mine and I thrust up to meet her and she was riding me with her arms around my head and my face buried in her chest and the wet sounds were constant and her breathing was ragged above me. Her tail thumped against my knees on each wag. Her pussy was clenching in a rhythm she wasn't setting, tightening on each stroke, the grip getting harder. Her thighs clamping on my hips. Her arms crushing my head against her chest.

"Ah- ah- Haruto- I'm- I can't-"

I thrust up into her. Deep. Held there and ground against her clit and her head threw back and her ears went rigid and straight and her mouth opened and the sound that came out of her was loud and raw and somewhere between a gasp and a howl and it filled the room and bounced off the stone walls.

Her hand slammed over her mouth.

Her eyes were wide and her face was scarlet and the orgasm was still going, her pussy clenching around me in hard waves, but her hand was clamped over her mouth and her ears were flat against her head and she was looking at me.

I reached up and pulled her hand away from her mouth. Held her wrist. Her fingers were shaking.

"Don't," I said.

Her eyes were wet. Her body was still clenching around me and her thighs were trembling and she was looking at me with her hand in mine and her mouth uncovered and her ears slowly lifting off her head.

I thrust up into her. She gasped. Her hand squeezed mine and her free arm tightened around my head and I thrust again, deep, and she made the sound again. Smaller. But she didn't cover her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut and her jaw dropped and she ground down on me hard and her hips rolled twice and she came.

Her whole body locked. Arms, legs, tail, everything rigid, and the second orgasm rolled through her in long waves that were deeper than the first and she was making sound through the whole thing. Broken moans she wasn't muffling. Just letting them out, one for each wave, and her pussy was clenching so hard around me that I couldn't thrust and her tail was vibrating against my back, a fast tremor she couldn't have stopped.

The Blessing pulsed. Softer than the first time. Warmth spreading through both of us and the room pulled wider and my hearing sharpened and the world came in clearer.

She collapsed against me. Arms around my neck, face in my shoulder, breathing hard. Her hips were still making tiny involuntary rolls against mine and her pussy was clenching in aftershocks and she was shaking in my arms.

I held her hips and thrust up into her. Slow. Twice. Her body limp and clenching around me in irregular pulses and the pressure that had been building through both her orgasms hit the edge and I pushed deep and came inside her. Quiet. My arms tight around her waist, my face in her hair, and she felt it and made a soft sound against my shoulder and her tail gave one hard wag against my back and her arms tightened around my neck and held.

We stayed like that for a while. Sitting up, her in my lap, her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. Her breathing slowed. Her ears drooped into their resting position. Her body went soft against mine.

"Can I stay?" she said. Into my shoulder. Small.

"You're staying."

She pulled back just far enough to look at me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright and her hair was a mess and she smiled and the smile showed her teeth and her ears went up.

She curled against my chest and pulled the blanket up and her tail found my calf again and wrapped around it and settled.

"Haruto?"

"Yeah?"

"My tail won't stop."

I looked down. Past the blanket, past her hip, her tail was sticking out from under the sheet and it was wagging. Steady, rhythmic, thumping softly against the mattress. She'd pulled the blanket over the rest of her body but the tail had escaped and it was going.

I laughed.

She buried her face in my chest. "Don't LOOK at it."

The tail kept going.

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