smellslikemountains | Prismatica

[It’s easier now to instruct, to gently shift or encourage him this way or that now that she actually knew what felt good and what didn’t, knowing that despite how much she’d always thought making her husband feel good was a wife’s duty... he saw her’s as his. And how could she deny him that? (Deny them that.)

So when he slows to search for the right angle she’s vocal in her guidance, breathless little calls of his name and whines of “there” and “more” and “please” as his pace picks up again and has her clutching at his hand and the tree both for balance, back legs starting to feel deliciously weak on the edge of each thrust, tightening hungrily about him. Even if it wouldn’t become the child they both wanted so dearly, there was still a kernel of hope in her that maybe, just maybe... ]

Gonta-

[Her instincts and her last scrap of hope still lusted after that fullness, the warmth of his seed, and her forelegs splay to allow her back to constrict, to increase the slick pressure of her body on his cock, increase the friction of his movements over the sensitive nerves near her entrance. Fingers tighten on his hand over pert breast barely contained in green lace, having to bow her head and press her brow against the tree trunk as the pleasure began to crest, as stars interrupted her vision and everything got so hot, too hot, all at once, a soft cry escaping as she reached the precipice... and urged him to accompany her just beyond, on the cusp of pleasure and satisfaction but not willing to go alone.]

[ Gonta groaned out the moment he felt the familiar way Konoha felt when she was in the throes of pleasure. Though he did start out not exactly knowing how it felt when she came, now he gets a complete thrill out of it. Her pleasure, her very heat... everything of her made him want to release as well.

And maybe, just maybe in the back of his mind, he was holding the same hope. That this love they were making between them could grow into a child for the family they had always wanted.

His head dips and he manages to press his lips to the side of Konoha's neck, suckling on the flesh there to leave a mark as he crests with a deep groan of satisfaction. His hot seed spills inside of her-- deep into her body. ]

[Konoha can't help but throw her head back, bask in the heady, overheated feeling that was the precipice while a moan warbles caught in her throat beneath his kiss, baring her skin and all but inviting the mark she could feel him making.

She liked it. The marks he left on her. The proof that she was his woman. That she was becoming a woman of the mountains.

The sounds soon escape her, though, one, two more little cries to the staccato beat of his final thrusts, clenching tight and her hip half bucking up against the heavy press of his weight to all but pull release from him, push his movements just so against where she aches most. That little hope still kept alive through sheer stubbornness and desire for family leads her to draw him in as deep as she could, aching for the feel of warm seed that anywhere else would have become a child by now.

The only good thing about it not... is that they're still doing this, no need to stop as her belly rounds. Her body is still quaking as orgasm shudders up her long spine, her cheeks are flush and bright with pink, her breasts sensitive still to touch, her eyes glazed over just slightly with physical desire, with... as lewd as she'd find it to admit, with lust.

A lust that can finally begin to cool now that they've found that mutual pleasure, Konoha's pants for breath slowly evening out again between his body and the tree, craning to reach up with one hand and tangle in his mane, pull him down a slow, tender kiss.]

Mmm... You've gotten really good at this...

Edited 2020-01-27 15:57 (UTC)

[ Slowly, carefully-- simply out of necessity to bring him back to proper kissing level with his wife, Gonta slips out of her. But he makes up for it right away by returning that slow, tender kiss with all the love he could muster. He's still breathing a little ragged, feeling like he had run for miles with the love they made. But he's happy, satisfied-- and even feeling proud of the fact that he's gotten really better by Konoha's standards. ]

Helps that I get to work on it a lot with you...

[As much as the more instinctual side of her likes the press of his weight in the heat of mating, an undeniable proof of his strength and size... it is a bit of a relief to her post-coital shaky knees to have him slide off her. And it's easier to slip her arms around his neck and kiss him thoroughly while she stretches out her back legs one by one with satisfied little groans, making it a bit difficult for the both of them to catch their breath.

But she doesn't mind it, being a little breathless.]

Am I a good enough teacher... ?

[She can't help but tease a little, hands slipping from his neck down to lace their fingers, beginning to pull him back into the house, to the waiting warmth of their bed.]

[ He doesn't mind it either. Honestly, it just heightens the whole experience of making love to his wife. His arms come around her middle, caressing that line where her spine met with her equine half. He's just completely smitten in this moment. ]

Mm... yeah. Yeah, you are...

[ When she parts from him, he nearly chases after her lips. But they can't keep using their body heat to stay warm the whole night. She was right to start heading back into the house. Wouldn't be good to have sex then freeze to death after all. ]

Well, you're my favorite student, then...

[She's quite proud of herself for being able to disentangle when all she wants to do is keep touching him right there... But she manages, even as she's laughing a little breathlessly about being a decent teacher, at her not-quite-there-but-she's-working-on-it "dirty" talk, snatching up his discarded clothes along the way back inside with a shiver for the brisk notes in the air that promised coming snow.

Pausing here and there, once at the door, twice in the hallway, to place teasing little kisses on his lips and the tip of his nose, she finally reaches her destination, patting the empty spot next to her on their hearth-warmed futon with a smile... and putting a bit of effort into trying to look fetching, cheeks still flushed with pleasure as her tail flicks back and forth, as she arches her back to try and present the lingerie properly.

Pat, pat.]

Mt. Tsurugi is really cold in the winter, I guess... Are you going to keep me warm?

[ Gonta trails after her, following after the kisses like treats offered. And when she leads him to the futon, he follows obediently, looking over her with loving eyes. He takes a moment to look over her body, admiring the way the lingerie framed her shape before leaning down to kiss her warmly, hands caressing the sides of her human waist. ]

I certainly will. Always.

[ And he settles down next to her, intending to warm her with his larger body. ]

Mmm, good...

[Even though she'd had a few little doubts about whether she could really it living in such remote terrain, deep in the mountains and far from the more civilized conveniences she'd grown up with...

Once she'd decided to do something, Konoha dedicated herself to it. And when she'd decided to love Gonta, that meant loving where he came from, the mountain that had made him into the man she fell for.

Plus, he is nice and warm. The minute he settles she eagerly pulls the quilt she'd made for the winter up over their flanks, tucking here and there, before she eases back in beside him with an excited little wriggle, inserting herself into his arms with her cheeks still flushed and a little smile that begs for a bit of spoiling.]

What else do I need to learn before we get there... ?

You're already a good cook. And we're working on farmwork... and I know so well that you aren't a stranger to hard work...

[ He is happy to have her snuggled up to him, his hands caressing over her skin as she did. ]

Maybe... if we have the chance... maybe some child care, yeah?

[ It still hounds him, one of the two things he still really aches for: home and a family. ]

[Cooking? Konoha nods in affirmative, curling close and forelegs still trembling a bit in excitement she was trying to tamp down. It's just kind of difficult, with his hands still roaming, her body still basking in the warm glow that followed their couplings.

Farmwork? She nods again, she's got that-

But her smile slips just a little when he mentions children, unable to disguise the fact that she still ached for it too. She was trying to be positive, she always did, but... it still hurt. Still made her a bit scared that whatever the moons had done to her to make her barren might follow her home. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she turns inwards towards him for a moment, fingertip coming up to trace the same circles on his chest she often did when imagining that part of their future.]

... One of our neighbors asked me the other day if we couldn't watch their children some times when they need to harvest, but... I didn't know what to say.

[A rarity for her, but. She hadn't. Would it just be painful, to have young Prismal children around when they were being denied their own? Would it be a good opportunity for her to practice before they started their own family?

Unsure, she looks back up to Gonta's face, waiting for his opinion.]

[ Konoha's words make Gonta go silent as well. And while he's usually quick to decide on things, he actually mulls this one over. She can definitely assume that he's also considering how painful it would feel to care for Prismal children when they can't have any of their own. But...

His hands on her tighten-- not aggressively, more of tenderly. The way he feels when he wants to be resolute about something. ]

We should try.

[ He isn't entirely sure how it would turn out, but what he knows is that he misses that sense of family. Though it had just been him and his father for many years, after the war... after running away to the mountains with Kohibari and Koume, he had always cared for others. And only having his wife who was so very capable made him feel a bit listless. Fighting and manual labor could only do so much... ]

[In his silence, Konoha settles in to his hold, curling up under the warm quilt and pillowing her cheek on his arm, turned up to watch his expression and wait for what he would say. She'd never rush him... and she especially wouldn't now, not with something like this.

She isn't even sure herself whether it would hurt or instead serve as a valuable lesson, not one hundred percent. Maybe it would even be both. But she's willing to try, if he is.

So when he answers, Konoha gives a tentative smile, wriggling up close between his forelegs so that she can wrap her hands better around his chest, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding with a little sigh. He wasn't the only one missing family, missing people to care for. Her parents weren't here, they were denied the natural outcome of their coupling, but... ]

... Mmm. Let's try.

[He'd helped raise his nephews and nieces, but she'd grown up an only child thanks to the human children her parents had lost to war, and there weren't any other jinba living in her village, so. She finally finds the perfect position, nestling close.]

You have more experience than me, anyway... I have to at least try and catch up.

[ He leans in, breath warm over her cheek as he holds her close. It's nice to be comfortable like this. And it always feels right to him to have his wife in his arms-- his body guarding and protecting her like it should always be. ]

You'll be great at it. I'm sure. You're the warmest person I've ever known.

[ And he isn't just flattering her with that. He means it... every little bit of it. ]

[She knows he does. With as little as he said aloud compared to how much she tended to ramble on... Konoha knew well that what he did choose to say was always important, in some way. She won't humble herself or refute it- When he'd told her, on the floor after the first time they'd made love, that she was like the sun...

It's the best compliment she'd ever received. It's what she wants to be. For him.]

I need you to teach me anyway.

[So instead she smiles and sinks into her favorite position, body filled with the warm ache and feeling of sleepiness that tended to call to her after coupling, nestling against him. She was strong herself, she knew that... but she still liked feeling small next to him, feeling safe.

Sleep was beginning to creep into her voice, but she still explains through it, even as she lets her eyes close.]

I already know you'll be a good father, but... I want to see it. Gonta and a baby...

[Even if it wouldn't be their own just yet.]

You'll see it... I'm sure... in time...

[ Quietly, as she drifts to sleep and he does as well, he prays in his mind towards the Great Mountain... wherever it could be in this world. He prays to return to their own home, to Mt. Tsurugi. He prays to see his family again, and to someday see the family that he and Konoha could raise.

He doesn't ask for much in life. Gonta never needed much, always putting others before him. But if there truly was something he wanted to be selfish for, it was only this. With a kiss pressed to the top of Konoha's head, he too falls asleep with her securely in his arms. ]

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