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The massive, labyrinthine expanse of bamboo stalks rustled with a soft breeze running through them, night’s sky illuminating the forest and bathing it in the gentle glow of a pale moon. Sounds of the nocturnal animals, insects and other creatures living their busy lives accompanied the otherwise silent ambience, building up to a strange, discordant yet rhythmic symphony of its very own.
The blur of the greenery constantly shifting yet remaining stationary at the same time was enough to make an unprepared observer dizzy, which most likely was the reason why so many stray visitors to the forest got so hopelessly lost, giving the place its name.
Humans knew better than to delve into the famed Bamboo Forest of the Lost on their own for the most part, but sometimes the need was too important. In the middle of that vast ocean of stalks, after all, was Eientei, the famed palace of princess Kaguya.
The clinic located within and owned by one of the princess's entourage was legendary among the residents of the Human Village. It was said that doctor Eirin’s medicine could heal any affliction or disease.
Thankfully, there was one solace that the desperate humans in need of healing could turn to in order to traverse that vast, treacherous maze. A guide, mysterious and unchanging, yet always willing to aid other humans in need. Whispers between the residents of the village spoke of the fact that said guide appeared to have known her way through the bamboo even blind, as if she traversed it for hundreds of years.
Judging by how many generations back the mentions of her guidance reached, it might not be far from the truth.
Said guide sat on a ledge overlooking a particularly thick spread of the forest, the vantage point overlooking a large clearing right in the middle of the wall of pale green. It was the part of the forest that even its denizens knew full well to avoid at all costs, the patches of bamboo overturned with the very ground they sprouted in, entire swathes of it burned away and reduced to ash, so many others broken from impact.
Compared to the uniform and relative peace of the rest of the forest, that was a scene of pure, unadulterated carnage. Her own handiwork.
Mokou’s eyes blankly stared at the disturbing vista, not even registering the sight in front of her for the most part. The scene of her many, many clashes was contrasted by the overwhelming complexity of the night’s sky, every single star shining brightly in the sky unmarred by the light pollution of the outside world.
That gleam of thousands of tiny lights, however, lost its luster to Mokou many, many hundreds of years ago.
She still remembered exactly how it felt to have gazed upon that sky as a youth, innocent and unknowing of the ways of the world, blissfully unaware of the consequences of her actions which would lead her to this very place, over a millennium later. Unfortunately for Mokou, with that sickening touch of eternity came a perfect recollection. She remembered everything and anything.
Every second of the hundreds of years she spent roaming the lands, every single face she met and every single fleeting memory she felt.
Nowadays, she did not feel much of anything, really.
Her blank unfocused stare was perfectly fitting for her posture. Unmoving, unchanging and vigilant. Her senses both sharpened to an absolute piercing point and yet slumbering, waiting for the moment to awaken. She didn’t even breathe, because there was no point in it. The force of habit from her time as a mortal being faded away many years ago.
Whenever those eyes recaptured their focus and sharpness, it was only to stare at the large, pale orb in the sky, waiting tirelessly until it reached a particular point. That very moment was about the only thing able to rouse Mokou’s emotions when she was in that particular state of mind.
Until that moment arrived, however, she continued to exist, waiting.
Her white strands of hair fluttered in the breeze, meshing together with her short-sleeved shirt and contrasting with the red pants she was so fond of. Or, at the very least, Keine was, and whatever Keine was fond of, Mokou would find herself being fond of as well. Another spark in her endless existence, burning brightly and giving her some semblance of warmth. And yet…
Mokou’s pale locks were not unlike what she imagined herself to be. Smoldering white ashes, unceasingly burning and never extinguishing. A slow, dormant heat, yet one that was ready to burst into exhausted, white fire whenever doused with fuel.
A kind of fuel that she was seeking for many hundreds of years and she eventually found in the most impossible, unbelievable of places.
That fuel, as much as she felt genuinely guilty to admit, was not Keine’s affection for her.
It was something way more complicated.
Mokou sat there on the ground, forever unchanging. Her thoughts were sluggish, but not for the lack of mental acuity. It was simply because she was very much aware of how much time she had on her hands, and there were only so many millions of times she could ponder about the same things until the words lost all meaning in her mind. And so, she spread them apart, mulling over every single phrase, every inflection.
In fact, she had all the time in the world.
Time.
That pesky time, haunting her with every second. She didn’t even feel the pain of it anymore. The frustrations and curses she threw at the moonlit sky burned bright hundreds of years prior.
Now only the smoldering ash remained, letting out strands of thin smoke. Exhausted, yet eternal.
And just like that, the moon reached its’ point in the sky.
The ash burst with flame, a spark igniting it. It was time.
Mokou immediately lifted herself to her feet and stretched her weary bones. They weren’t actually sore or tired, her body remaining eternally youthful and energetic, but at least it was a habit of her time as a human she didn’t shake off yet. She was eternally grateful for each and every one of those.
Leaping down from the ledge and disappearing between bamboo stalks, Mokou made her way through the forest, uncaring of the foliage in her way. It couldn’t stop her even if it tried.
She arrived at the large clearing at just the perfect time, as always, appearing from within the thicket.
Her quarry, however, was not.
Mokou took a deep breath, air entering her lungs in a pleasant rush.
“Kaguya!”, she yelled off into the darkness, her voice crystal clear.
The voice echoed boisterously, ringing loud through the clearing, yet there was no response.
Now that was strange, but not unprecedented. Kaguya often liked to pull some elaborate tricks on Mokou, her impish and playful attitude rearing its head every time they clashed.
The frustration that Mokou felt was absolutely intoxicating, so extremely addicting it almost brought her to her knees. The intense feeling made manifest, a flame coalesced in her hand, one that she lobbed forth.
The flames burst, licking at the bamboo and filling the other half of the clearing in smoke soon after.
The pale-haired woman stared stubbornly into the dimly lit expanse, her patience reaching its limits. It happened only when she was concerned. She was the only one who could stoke the flame and make it roar once more.
Thankfully, she wasn’t forced to wait too long. Soon enough, the familiar visage of the dainty, delicate princess pushed through the smoke, her bare feet digging into dirt and ash with every step.
Mokou knew intimately that Kaguya loved the spectacle of her own appearance. The Lunarian princess-in-exile adored the way she looked, her eternal beauty bringing every person gazing upon her to their knees. Mokou was all too eager to wipe that smug grin off of her face.
Kaguya wore eternity well, born into it and holding ultimate control over it. It was like part of her, graceful and elegant, interwoven into the fabric of who she was as a person.
Mokou could only feel like a pale imitation, having stolen her claim to immortality out of immature, impulsive feelings. The rage within her, calm yet savage, still couldn’t forgive herself for it. She couldn’t forgive the world for it. The gods and fate for offering her such a lot in life were not forgiven either.
And especially Kaguya. Kaguya was the most unforgiven of them all.
“Took you long enough!” Mokou yelled boisterously, the ashen flame within only roaring stronger at the sight of her eternal nemesis.
“Oh, adorable Mokou… So fired up and excited to see me…!” Kaguya hummed in that insufferable, beautiful tone of hers, one that Mokou knew was reserved for her and her only.
The immortal human gritted her teeth and started slowly walking closer towards Kaguya.
She needed to hurt her. She needed to hold her. She needed her to feel all those intense emotions as if they were her own.
She needed her. So badly.
And it hurt like hell, because it was her fault that Mokou ended up like this.
It was Kaguya’s fault. It was Mokou’s fault. It was their fault.
But at the same time, precisely because of that, only Kaguya was able to understand her.
The emotions threatening to spill over and overtake her, Mokou broke into a sprint.
“Oh my! Eager tonight, are we! Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while…” Kaguya hummed with glee, a sadistic grin on her face. So beautiful, yet so perverse. So disgusting, yet so charming.
Mokou hated it. Mokou loved it.
It felt so good to feel something.
Soon enough, the two clashed.
The land of Gensokyo, watched over by the shrine maiden and some powerful youkai, was subject to laws and rules put in place to maintain relative peace and prevent the exact kind of bloodshed which was about to happen.
Beautiful displays of fluttering projectiles of energy, weaving in graceful patterns and serving as a show of force and of creativity both, suited the deeply emotional souls of the youkai just fine.
Mokou, however, preferred to be down to earth and take matters into her own hands. She sparingly used the flames she held control over, and even when she did, she did so only in close contact. She reveled in the feeling of flesh against flesh, of impact, of bruise, of wounding. The delightful, awful pain.
She was not a youkai after all, and neither was Kaguya. They both were detached from the denizens of this land, above it all but also below. Only they understood each other, because nobody else would.
They both understood the allure of knowing one another intimately enough to the point of bloodshed.
The first blow was Mokou trying to sweep with a powerful kick and catch Kaguya off-guard.
It was a futile effort, after all, but that was to be expected. After three hundred years of almost daily clashes, it was like a game of shogi. There were only so many opening moves they could come up with, but every single action afterwards bloomed into an infinite amount of possibilities.
Kaguya took the blow in stride, moving along with it and dodging gracefully, pulling out a dagger from her sleeve and smiling teasingly at Mokou. Usually Kaguya was more prone to using weaponry, while Mokou was more reliant on her body to do the job for her. That night apparently was no different.
Twirling in this mesmerizing dance, Mokou’s lungs burned for air. She gasped, giving her strained muscles some much needed reprieve as she continued to throw kick after kick, all of them intercepted by Kaguya.
“You’ve been forgetting to breathe again… maybe I should take a closer look at your lungs, see if everything ticks properly in there?” Kaguya noticed. She always noticed things about Mokou so easily, so brazenly calling them out. It frustrated her, it flattered her, it fueled the flame even further, made this twisted bond of theirs even tighter, strangling her but keeping her steady.
“And you are as unchanging as always, Kaguya…” Mokou spoke, her tone cold as ice despite the flames raging within.
Another blow, another dodge. Another step in the invigorating exchange. Kaguya finally tired of just being on the defensive and the blade gleamed in the moonlight as it traced through the air, seeking purchase in Mokou’s flesh.
It could’ve been Kaguya’s presence or maybe just Mokou’s senses sharpening and coming back to life after dormancy of her wait, but the rays of pale light reflected by the moon were especially bright that night. She didn’t have time to ponder on that, however, as a blade of a dagger was dangerously close to plunging into her chest and she had to dodge.
How blissful that was, to not have time for musings, for once.
How addicting that feeling was.
“As always… Has Keine been well?” Kaguya asked nonchalantly, not showing any sign of frustration despite her attempt at an attack not finding purchase. They had all night to ruin each other, after all.
“The kids at school… have been… giving her a hard time…” Mokou panted, pausing for each attempt at a strike. “But yes… she’s well…”
“That’s wonderful! She’s such a darling, always making sure you look prim and proper… Always patches up that dashing outfit of yours without fail…” Kaguya’s words were sickeningly sweet while her stabs and slashes were deadly.
“Oh, shut your mouth already, you obnoxious bitch…” Mokou growled, feinting a punch towards Kaguya’s face and managing to land a crushing blow to Kaguya’s side. It was no doubt powerful enough to break a rib, making Kaguya cough out in surprise, breaking her decorum.
She retaliated swiftly by plunging her dagger into Mokou’s shoulder and finding purchase, the blade leaving a clean, deep gash in the flesh, already blooming with crimson and staining the white shirt.
Both women dashed backwards, panting heavily and staring at each other with such a bizarre mix of emotions, incomprehensible to anyone who might have been watching, but so familiar and understandable to themselves.
They took note of their wounds, staring each other down, the pain caused by one another pulsing with intensity. It was sickening, but also delightful. It made their nerves scream, yet their souls soar.
Mokou grinned, the perverse pleasure she found in this intimate dance finally peeking through.
“You’re going down today, Kaguya,” she spat, her eyes wide and wild. “I hate you with every fiber of my being.”
“How wonderful you look, so riled up, so fierce, like a disgusting animal… I love you like this, Mokou…” Kaguya smirked in return. “I have something fun planned for you this time around…”
They both hated each other.
In unison, they dashed forward, clashing again, blow after blow, stab after stab. The intensity rising, more strikes found purchase, slowly but surely covering them both in bruises and bleeding wounds, making their bodies shudder with pleasant agony.
They both loved each other.
A crack of ribs here. A gut wound there. A broken leg. The exchange continued wordlessly. Time for taunts and gossip was over, and there was only them, trying to take down the other in a bizarre, strange expression of passion.
They both couldn’t live without each other.
The pace quickened, both of them moving in unison, as if two halves of a whole, perfectly fitting each other, sharing one singular desire. They craved more.
Mokou was completely entranced in the fight, in Kaguya’s ephemeral beauty dancing around her, in the roaring rage in her heart. In comparison to her earlier, languid and almost hibernated self, the flame in her chest burned fiercely, pushing her onwards.
That frustrating smirk, those entrancing features… They made her feel so, so alive.
The fight stretched in time, as it often tended to do, exhausting them both.
Despite her intense and proud exclamations, Mokou was no fool. She was quickly realizing that on this specific night, she was slowly being outmatched.
It was the luck of the draw, she supposed. No matter how many times they fought, there was no clear victor altogether. One day she managed to put Kaguya down, the other day Kaguya bested her. They did so back and forth every day, always balanced, always matched evenly. Always fair.
Well, mostly fair. They were both unafraid of playing dirty.
Kaguya managed to slide the knife right between Mokou’s ribs, lodging it deep within her side. The searing pain stunned Mokou briefly, gasping for air and feeling the warm rush of blood in her lung as she tried to inhale, choking on it.
She expected Kaguya to pull back and ready herself for another strike, but instead, the capricious princess twisted the blade and pulled hard towards herself, making their bodies slam into each other. She took that opportunity to pull Mokou by the hair and bring her lips together to hers, meeting in a messy, passionate kiss.
Mokou was overwhelmed for a brief moment but she did not pull away or struggle, returning the perverse embrace and tightly holding onto Kaguya, first biting down on her lip and then pushing her tongue into the princess’s mouth. Their blood mingled as they breathlessly assaulted each other with shameless affection, contrasted so strangely by their previous deadly blows.
The pale-haired woman wasn’t sure if the weakness in her knees was a result of this sudden, intimate exchange, or if it was the blood loss. Knowing how these things usually went, probably both. The kiss was passionate, fierce and intense, just like their earlier fight. This was but an extension of it, an expression of their desires made manifest.
In a single blow, Mokou managed to knee Kaguya right in the stomach and break her hold over her, the two detaching and stumbling back once again, much worse for wear. Their lips were sore and cut, their tongues exhausted. Kaguya bent over, grasping at her stomach as a splatter of blood followed a particularly heavy cough. The kick surely ruptured an organ or two. She grinned with reddened teeth, looking up at Mokou with loving and hateful eyes in equal measure.
“I promised you something fun… and I will keep my word…” she spat out, her voice still maintaining to be playful despite the pain she was in. Or perhaps, because of it?
Mokou attempted to firm up her stance, but she realized quickly that her body was not going to listen in the way she wanted it to. She winced and gritted her teeth through the delightful pain, trying her best to brace herself for another rushdown.
It never came though, as Kaguya simply took a deep breath, her broken ribs not making it easy, and started walking slowly towards Mokou, one leg limping.
Mokou cocked her head to the side in confusion, her vision swimming harder and harder.
Oh, that’s right. The knife.
She glanced at her side and realized just how much of a soaked, bloodied mess her left side had been, the handle still buried deep within.
“Keine… will hate this…” she sighed regretfully, her white shirt utterly ruined.
“She will. But that’s okay,” Kaguya muttered, almost comfortingly, eventually making it close to Mokou and reaching up.
Mokou winced in preparation, but the touch was simply a caress on her swollen cheek, dainty fingers gently brushing the bruised skin.
“I win. And I’m taking you with me this time,” Kaguya whispered, grasping the handle of the dagger and pulling it out in one, clean swing. Mokou buckled under the sensation, her legs giving out and making her fall to her knees. Kaguya cooed, her voice strained but still maintaining control and decorum. Mokou couldn’t help but stare at her, the simmering fury melding with another kind of feeling entirely as her vision turned into one big blur.
She would never admit it to any living or dead soul in the world, but sometimes it felt good to lose. It was another, completely unique flavor, another way to chase away the monotony of eternal existence. That thrill which only Kaguya could provide.
Mokou didn’t even feel the dagger as it plunged into her chest, right above her breast.
“G-going for… the heart… again…” she managed to mutter with her last breath.
“It’s my favourite~ Because I know it belongs to me~” Kaguya hummed in a sing-song voice.
Mokou eagerly allowed herself to be taken over by the cold embrace of death, knowing full well that it was very much a temporary state, and her body will eventually reconstitute itself.
She fell forward into Kaguya’s open arms as she went limp, fading away. At least this way she was able to get some good rest.
Mokou gasped, a shock running through her body as she came back to life once more. She hardly kept track of how many times this happened, and somehow she still hasn’t gotten used to the sensation. Her eyes still closed, usually the last thing to adjust properly, she tried to flex her muscles and stretch her sore body, but she found herself unable to move her limbs.
Did Kaguya pull some sort of cruel trick on her again? Like that one time she buried her underground and watched shamelessly as Mokou had to crawl out of the dirt?
No, this was different. The rest of her body was free to move and it was sunken against something soft, free to twist and turn, but her wrists and ankles appeared to be fixed in place. Rope?
Eventually the immortal opened her eyes, blurry vision coalescing into a familiar view.
Oh, that suddenly made so much more sense.
Those adorned, old-fashioned walls unmistakably were inside of Eientei. Lifting her head and focusing her gaze, Mokou confirmed her suspicions, glancing into the corner and noticing Kaguya lounging lazily on an armchair, staring at her with those big, intense eyes.
“Good morning, sleepyhead~” Kaguya hummed.
Mokou glanced even further down and realized that she was not only bound to Kaguya’s bed with silken ropes, but also completely in the nude.
“Did you seriously lug my corpse all the way to your bedroom?” Mokou croaked, her vocal chords still adjusting to being used once more.
“You are so heavy, Mokou! You should be thankful I was so nice to you in the first place!” Kaguya chirped in that insufferably playful lilt of hers, stretching lazily and lifting herself off of the lounging chair. “I gave you a nice bath and tended to you too, you know.” Apparently she wasn’t wearing anything at all under a light, sheer robe thrown over her shoulders. Mokou couldn’t help but stare away to the side, her cheeks flushed.
Despite her various musings on the nature of an immortal’s life and how difficult she found to engage with basic human emotions sometimes, arousal wasn’t a difficult thing to grasp, at least as far as her and Kaguya together were concerned.
Of course, due to Kaguya’s shameless machinations, Mokou wasn’t even able to cover herself, her limbs spread in a cross-shaped pattern across the bed and attached to the posts. Feeling herself more flustered and embarrassed, so exposed under Kaguya’s lustful gaze, she wasn’t able to hide her slowly growing arousal.
“S-stop gawking at me…” she attempted to growl… But it came out like more of a petulant whimper, instead.
“How could I stop when you’re such a delightful sight? Just let it happen, Mokou… You know you want it just as much as I do… And we haven’t done it in such a long time, either…” Kaguya whispered, stepping closer and closer towards the bed. Mokou could hardly resist stealing glances at her, eventually her defiance broken by the Lunarian princess’s allure.
Kaguya really was eternally perfect, her body beautiful in every measure possible. Perfectly delicate skin, ideally proportioned curves… Something deep inside Mokou screamed at her, enraged at the sheer audacity of Mokou’s heart beating faster at the sight of the nude princess. This time, however, she decided to shut up the annoying voice and smother that particular ember for the time being.
Perhaps it was time to just let herself enjoy something that was right in front of her for once. A less familiar emotion to try and indulge in some more.
“Kaguya…” she whispered, her voice still gruff yet considerably less hostile. “What are you thinking about?”
“I am thinking about how beautiful you looked earlier… And how beautiful you look now. So fierce…” Kaguya whispered further, close enough to trace an impossibly soft line along the side of Mokou’s chest, right where she plunged the knife in a past life. “And yet here you are, in my bed, looking at me with those charming red eyes. A phoenix tamed.”
As if she was responding to that claim, Mokou arched her back and tensed against the restraints in a show of rebellion, shying away from the touch.
“There’s no need to grandstand anymore, Mokou. You already lost our little contest… And I am not going to hurt you this time…” Kaguya continued her musings, leaning in further to touch Mokou more, to lazily grasp at her bare breast.
Mokou bit her lip and did her best to muffle any noise that might have caused… But her best wasn’t quite enough and she did groan ever so quietly. Kaguya’s touch was never something she was able to resist.
“Well well, it seems that your body knows what it wants… And it wants me…” Kaguya smirked playfully and traced a line down towards Mokou’s thigh. The bound woman’s cock was already betraying her entirely, exposed so shamelessly. “See? Stop resisting and let me dote on you. You know I adore you so.”
“Adore me… enough to… stab me in the heart…” Mokou mumbled.
“Why, of course, darling. Isn’t that one of the most romantic things for someone like you and I? To snuff that flame out, even if briefly? Besides…” Kaguya whispered, leaning in to whisper in Mokou’s ear as she grabbed that stiff length, wrapping her delicate fingers around it.
“I know it felt good. It feels good every time. It’s our special kind of love, and you’d do best to stop denying it,” the princess teased, gently stroking up and down Mokou’s most sensitive part. “You want to kill me… You want to fuck me… You want to love me…”
Mokou couldn’t help but whimper at the tender touch, her body responding on its own, heat rising in her loins. She felt herself throb in Kaguya’s grasp and she couldn’t do anything about it.
“See? Just feel good for me… Just allow yourself to feel pleasure like a tamed pet you are…” Kaguya continued her teasing, squeezing at the base of Mokou’s shaft, making the bound woman roll her hips into her grasp with a stifled moan. Such a greedy display made Kaguya squeeze once more. “There… Good girl…”
Mokou gritted her teeth. “Stop… talking to me like I’m a dog…”
“Aw, but aren’t you such a sweet puppy for me?” Kaguya chuckled, stroking Mokou once more in just the right way. She knew the human’s body inside and out, after all, quite literally. She knew exactly where to strike and how. Mokou was helpless to stop it, a strained groan escaping her throat once more.
Seemingly satisfied with the amount of embarrassment she inflicted upon Mokou, Kaguya shrugged off her robe and allowed Mokou the privilege of gazing upon that perfect body of hers. Her raven-black locks framed her figure so perfectly it made Mokou freeze, her mouth slightly agape. Kaguya eagerly took advantage of that fact, slipping onto the bed next to the still bound woman and leaning into her side, still holding her member in a tight grasp, leaning in to let their mouths meet in a kiss once more.
This time, however, there was no blood and teeth sinking into each other’s lips. This time the kiss was gentle and loving, a completely different kind of passion. Mokou once again found herself needing to breathe from all the excitement, Kaguya’s breath mingling with hers. She moaned into the kiss as the princess picked up the slow, languid pace with her strokes, making Mokou’s body tremble pleasantly.
She wasn’t sure, or perhaps didn’t care, just how much time had passed of them just kissing each other as the tension slowly rose. Their tongues danced together in a slow tango instead of the previous fiery pace fueled by each other’s bloody lips, just enjoying the moment and slowly building up.
Kaguya eventually decided to shift and flat-out straddle Mokou, sitting on her stomach and letting her ass press against the throbbing cock just enough to tease. Mokou groaned against their shared kiss, craving more… But Kaguya’s firm hands on her shoulders told her that she should be patient and she will receive her prize. And so the kiss continued, breathless and more passionate with each passing second… Mokou craved to run her hands up and down that perfect body, but she was still held in place by the restraints.
Kaguya eventually noticed her struggling to move her limbs and broke off the kiss, smirking down at her. “Struggle as you might, puppy, but I’m in control now… And be thankful that I’m a merciful princess…” she whispered, shifting herself lower. Now she sat back on Mokou’s thighs, her lower lips so agonizingly close to the bound woman’s cock, just so eager for attention.
“Just…”
“Just what, Mokou? Say it…” Kaguya cooed in her ear, leaning forward and letting the length press against her soft stomach, grinding against it ever so slightly.
“Just… please… fu–no, make love to me already…” Mokou admitted with closed eyes, her cheeks burning bright red. For how brusque and harsh she appeared to be, in moments like these she could be quite a sentimental person; something which Kaguya was full of glee to observe every single time.
“Of course…” Kaguya whispered, elated at the genuine expression, so pleased that she reached down to plant a soft smooch on Mokou’s cheek. Somehow that was the most intimate gesture of all.
Kaguya did not hesitate to roll her hips forward, letting that eager cock drag against her wet core, already fired up from all the previous teasing and kisses. If she were to be honest, she was dripping the second she saw Mokou’s vulnerable face, laying there spread on the bed and realizing she was there to be ravished by the princess.
Reaching down to assist herself just slightly, Kaguya pressed the tip against her lips and just sank further down, allowing it to effortlessly slip inside… “Just… enjoy it…” she muttered, for the first time showing some kind of vulnerability herself. She was too prideful to admit how much she craved this as well, but similarly to Mokou’s, her body betrayed her as well.
Mokou could do nothing but lay there and let Kaguya dictate the pace. Rolling her hips forward and back, the princess let the length slip inside her inch by inch until finally their hips met, Mokou buried in her to the base.
“Does that feel good, pet?” Kaguya moaned out sweetly, wrapping her arms around Mokou’s chest and pulling her in tightly as she whispered in her ear.
“F-fuck… Yes… Just… let me hold you back at least…” Mokou groaned, unable to keep her own lustful noises from escaping.
“No… You’ll get to later… For now… Let me take care of it all, pet…” Kaguya whispered, her breath warm and pleasant against Mokou’s ear as the princess buried her face in the woman’s neck, kissing at the delicate skin there. At the same time she started slowly moving her hips, riding Mokou at an agonizingly slow pace.
In and out, getting more and more comfortable with each wet slap of their hips meeting, the princess kept riding her obedient pet and cherishing the opportunity to be in control of the situation. Mokou wished so badly she could return the affections, but with the restraints in place she could only arch her back and lift her hips to meet Kaguya’s, light thrust after thrust… Her shaft wrapped around tightly by the princess’s silken passage, the sensation just as perfect as everything else about Kaguya.
“You… it… feels so good…” Mokou couldn’t help but mutter out, losing herself in the pleasure.
“Mmm… And you feel so good inside me, Mokou…” Kaguya whispered, shifting her upper body to rest on top of Mokou’s again, their lips meeting once more in a breathless exchange. “Just let me have all of it… All of your pleasure… Just as you let me have all of your pain…”
With each thrust growing more daring and faster, Kaguya was clearly eager to bring Mokou to her peak. They fit each other so perfectly… If Mokou was to focus on the delightful irony of the moment she might have wept there and then, but it just felt too good to worry about such things.
In the end, bound by fate, they were perfect for each other.
Mokou was increasingly more unable to hold back her moans as she steadily approached that wonderful point of no return. Despite them making love to each other so many times in the past, it always felt unique and powerful, the edge of their mutual desire never dulling unlike any other emotions.
It wasn’t that Mokou was completely incapable of passion otherwise – her time spent with Keine very much showed otherwise. And yet, something about Kaguya…
Something about Kaguya made her feel like in some way it maybe was okay to spend the rest of eternity with her. Loving each other and hating each other. Bringing each other to a brink in every way.
Kaguya smiled down at her as she leaned in and whispered once more. “You can come for me…”
Something about being given permission was enough to push Mokou past the edge, making her squirm against the restraints as the wave of pleasure crashed into her, Kaguya slamming down on her one final time and just grinding against her, rolling her hips so sweetly, clenching around her so tightly. She felt herself erupt and spill her seed inside, losing herself to the overwhelming sensation… Gasping for breath once more.
“That’s it…” Kaguya praised her, just pressing against her tighter… Mokou stared at her, eyes glazed over with lust, trying to meet the princess’s own gaze. Kaguya helped her ride out the climax and sink into the afterglow, gradually relaxing…
Suddenly, the Lunarian reached to the side. Mokou, confused, stared sluggishly as Kaguya brandished a knife. At that point she didn’t even care what the princess planned to do with it… What was one more death after a pleasure so divine?
Kaguya grasped the handle tightly… and instead of plunging it into Mokou’s chest yet again, she reached to the sides and cut through the bindings holding her arms in place. The human groaned, blood rushing back to her hands… Quickly wrapping her arms around Kaguya and pulling her into a close embrace, prompting an amused giggle.
“So cuddly… How does it feel, Mokou? Good?” the princess whispered.
“Good…” Mokou returned a whisper of her own. “It’s good to feel…”
“Fret not… I know it’s difficult, but with time you’ll learn how to grasp your emotions better once more…” Kaguya murmured, holding Mokou back in a tight hug.
Mokou didn’t respond, simply sinking into the embrace and allowing herself to relax.
“And until that time, I’ll be here. To kill you and to love you… forever,” Kaguya said.
“Forever…”
For the past three hundred years they clashed almost every single day. They killed each other countless times, and loved each other countless times more.
Mokou was certain that even if the world around them changed unrecognizably, one thing was always going to remain the same, and in that very moment she found peace in that fact.
Whether it was by the tip of her blade or by the sweetness of her touch, Mokou was certain that Kaguya would always be there to reignite that smoldering, ashen flame inside of her immortal heart.
Whether she hated her for causing this eternal life in the first place, or loved her for being able to share it together, she was there, and that was all that mattered.