Chains Of Pride

Rikona didn't struggle when Makoto took her up in a princess-carry and headed to her room, emptying the one they were just in.

Oddly enough, while they were on their way, they met and saw no one, which made their journey that much easier. Makoto thought to himself that he had to thank Gin for this.

There was no sound save for the slow steady steps that Makoto took as they neared their destination. Rikona leaned her head in closer to Makoto's c.h.e.s.t, where she heard his heartbeat.

It was a bit fast, a little hurried if nothing else, but it made her feel at peace. This was something that was deathly scarce for her recently, and she wasn't even aware of it until Makoto verbally slayed her not long ago.

When they arrived at her door they both looked to the door that was a bit down from where their's. Rikona's head shrunk back in shame as she buried her head in Makoto's c.h.e.s.t.

"Do you want to see her first?" Makoto gently asked.

She lightly shook her head in refusal, saying to him in light soft words, "I want to be healed before I do."

Healing, this was something that he had to be sure he provided for her. No other way about it. He opened her door and stepped inside, wasting no time he headed straight to her bed before gently placing her down upon it.

Her hair was in disarray and the tears had left her face stained with it and her eyes red. Yet, it did nothing to mar her allure, God she was gorgeous. Even at her lowest point, this was her, can she not betray beauty? Even just for a day? Must she put to shame those who take pride in their looks?

Unable to hold himself back, he came above her and planted a kiss much like earlier but unlike the same upon her full sweet lips. The kiss was deep, sensual, rhapsodic and strong, all the things that it needed to be and that a kiss normally wasn't.

Suddenly, his tongue made its way into her mouth, its warm and soft texture heated her entire body. Her tongue didn't shy away from this either, it rushed forward to contend with the invader that breached its abode.

"Mhmmm…"

A m.o.a.n escaped them both as they tasted each other. Both their eyes were closed as their tongues slid, twist, licked and dipped, the temperature of the room of the shot up as they became drunk on the drug of each other.

Reluctantly, they parted, their hurried breath could be heard and could now seen as vague steam coloured every exhale they freed.

Makoto's shirt couldn't come off fast enough, as it found its way flung to some distant corner. Rikona didn't fall behind as the blouse she wore was stripped away to reveal the twin mountains in all their brilliance.

The white bra she wore made them appear with no less the splendour of some snow capped mountains in a faraway country. If ever there was a sculpture that God had cast, these would be it.

She suddenly arched her back upwards so the Makoto could reach around and unhook them. The abrupt action pronounced the b.r.e.a.s.ts in an even l.e.w.der way than before.

The rush of them towards him nearly caused Makoto to dive facefirst, but he controlled himself at the last minute, He promptly unhooked the bra, and sent them to find his shirt, and just like that, the snow that capped these mountains melted away. Revealing the crest of these mountains.

The peaks were pink, round and gelatinous in appearance. They mildly glistened as they shivered every now and again. Makoto stared at not just at them, but at Rikona on a whole. He prepared himself to serve her, to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e her and most importantly to heal her.

To dash away the anger that filled her, to steal away the shame that riddled her. To banish the confusion that misled her, and to shatter the grief, guilt, agony and pain that wracked her. All these mental scars, he would use all the skills and techniques afforded to him to heal the woman he loves.

"Ah…!"

Makoto's mouth immediately found its way to one of the n.i.p.p.l.es and his fingers assaulted the other. As he massaged the left b.r.e.a.s.t with his hand, his teeth and tongue tormented the other from a pink to a tortured red.

Uuuuhhhh!!!! Ngh!! Y-Yes!!!"

Rikona's m.o.a.ns and groans started to fill the room as Makoto began his work. Her head turned from side to side as she lost herself in the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e he brought. Just this once, she wanted him to s.e.x her back to life, take from me all the crap that life keeps snowballing my way.

"Nrkh!! D-Don't stop Makoto!! Right there!! I like it right there!!

Rikona had just held Makoto's head and was running her fingers through his hair when his fingers did a 180 and travelled all the way to the south. His fingers assaulted her c.l.i.t, drawing a number of praises and pleads to continue what he was doing.

From the action charged against it, her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s continuously trembled and throbbed. Her juices constantly gushed out, her cave was practically crying out as it wished for something to violate and from there its wish was granted.

As Makoto fingers that caused the rivers to flow decided to dip into that river themselves. They enraptured Rikona, his fingers working magic and nothing else as he drew from her screams among others to know that he was spoiling her as he needed to do.

It didn't take long for him to see that was ready, well, almost. Makoto planned to take his time with her today.

"...Hold...on," through intakes of breath in between he spoke as he retrieved his fingers from the newly formed spring source.

"Makoto, no more waiting, I want it now. I want you inside me."

Seeing Rikona's invitation in this manner, his heart softened all the more to please her. Makoto didn't want to simply insert and pump like other times so he got to thinking about and a light bulb went off in his mind.

He revealed a warming smile to Rikona that seemed to put her even more at ease, before he left the bed and started to rummage through his side of the drawer.

"Ah, here it is!"

After searching for some time he finally found what he was looking for. In his hand was a bottle of transparent liquid.

"Makoto? What is that?" Rikona asked with a bit of reservation.

"This is massage oil, good ol fashioned massage oil. You rub this on and it starts to heat up while relaxing the entire body. I had this for quite some time and never got around to using it, now's as good a time as any." He beamed a smile when he said this, heading back to the bed with the bottle in hand.

"Turn over," He coaxed her to turn her back to him, as he uncorked the bottle cap and poured some out in his hands.

She sheepishly turned on her stomach revealing her exquisite back. It fell where it should and rose where in turn. A pair of dimples dotted just where the lines and contours lined up perfectly with her b.u.t.t.

'Exhales...'

Makoto went on the bed straddling her from behind, his erection strong even within the pants he wore as they poked her in between her buttcheeks. He hardened his resolve as he said this more time himself than her.

"Let the healing begin."