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Anniversary Plans

by Noizchild 0 Reviews

Shichiro talks to Amaya about their plans for their upcoming wedding anniversary while seducing her. Another hot lemon for all to see.

Category: Yami no Matsuei - Rating: R - Genres: Erotica,Horror - Characters:  - Warnings: [X] - Published: 2011/02/01 - Updated: 2011/02/02 - 810 words - Complete

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Chapter Thirty-One: Anniversary Plans:

August 26th, 2009.

Amaya cleaned up the kitchen for the morning. Suddenly, she felt a strong pair of arms embrace her from behind.

"Whoa!" she said in a giggle. The woman felt herself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Amaya laughed the whole way.

"Shichiro-kun, you naughty boy!" she exclaimed. Her husband sat her on the sink counter. The professor had the hungry fox eyes again. He licked his lips at her.

"Oh professor," Amaya cooed. "We just did it earlier!"

"I know, but I want to talk about our anniversary," he replied.

"Ooo, what about it?" she asked. He kissed her on the lips. She happily kissed her back before the man slowly pulled away. He smirked at her.

"How would you like to get away this year?" he asked as he slid off her black t-shirt. Her eyes lit up bright.

"Really? Where?" she asked.

"Oh," he said as the shirt hit the floor. "I know a secret couple's retreat in Kyoto." His hands rubbed all over her bare skin. The touch sent little shivers up his spine.

"Ooo, go on!" she whimpered. Her husband glanced at her.

"With which? The trip or this?" he asked. Shichiro's hands went up to her breasts. Amaya closed her eyes to take him in as his fingers squeezed tightly.

"Both!" she whimpered.

"You sure?" he asked with his eyes focused on her.

"Yes!" his wife cried out.

"Okay then," Shichiro said with a smirk. His hands found her strapless red bra. Shichiro began to free the hooks as he let his fingers curved around the lace. His wife moaned.

"Oh baby!" she whimpered. The sound of her voice crying out in pleasure made him even hungrier. It took all of his being to pace himself and keep talking.

"As I was saying," her husband went on as the bra joined her shirt. "It’s a beautiful retreat, nice hot springs." Amaya licked her lips at his body while he slid off his own shirt.

Oh my, has he been working out lately? Her cheeks reddened as the heat between her legs increased. Shichiro chuckled at her before his hands found her skirt.

"We can order room service," he told her. The masculine hands unzipped the feminine skirt. "Plus, we'll have parties for two."

"Mmm," his wife spoke up. "Any kills?"

"Oh yes!" her husband exclaimed, letting his hands played with the sides of her white and red frilly panties. Shichiro glanced at her. "You want me to take these off, don't you?" he purred. His fingers massaged the sides of her thighs. Amaya threw back her head, moaning.

"Yes! Tell more about the kills!" she cried loud enough to be heard from outside. He smiled and shook his head at her.

"Sorry, those are part of tour present,” he told her with a goofy little smile on his face. “You don't want me to spoil that, do you?"

"Please don't tease me like this!" his wife complained with such need in her voice. Shichiro raised an eyebrow at her.

"To which—this or the kills?" he asked. His fingers tightened their grasp around the satin of her panties. His right thumb began to tip into dangerous territory. His wife gripped the edge of the counter below her.

"Both! Oh!" she yelled. Her husband smirked as he grabbed onto her panties.

"Sorry I can't tell you about the kills," he replied. She whimpered at him. Shichiro gave her a wicked chuckle.

"But, I can give you this," he said with a little sympathy in his voice. He slowly rolled down her panties. Amaya spread her legs for him, but Shichiro's smile dimmed.

"But we have a slight problem," he confessed. Amaya looked at him oddly.

"What?" she asked. He unfastened and unzipped his jeans.

"Yes, the shinigami are involved, but, don't worry,” the husband said with a serious look on his face.

"Why is that?" Amaya asked.

"The little one has unsettled feelings about his partner,” Shichiro whispered in her ear. “The kitsune showed all of this earlier this morning. I plan to use his emotions to my advantage." He dropped his jeans. "As for his partner, I'm going to deal with him through the people he loves!” he said with his tone picking up in a new wave of hunger. “What do you say to that?" Amaya looked on with a wide open mouth and burning red cheeks for Shichiro wasn't wearing any boxers. She nodded and her husband smirked at her.

"Good girl," he purred. Shichiro stepped forward and nailed her. He didn't even reveal the best part: the part with Anna. No, that was the core surprise itself. He couldn't focus on that; he had a mistress-wife to pleasure. She's like a drug!

He let the excitement overtake him as he reached his climax.
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