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And with terror filling her heart like a rush of water； she had nodded； said； 〃I do；〃 just as if these were marriage vows she was taking。
And； oh； they were； she thought now。 They were。
The silk of her kimono was sliding with a whisper across the pale expanse of her shoulder； guided by his deft hand。 This close to him； surrounded only by the silence of the empty house…for all servants had been dismissed for the night； to stay free of charge at the city's most plush hotel； Sato's wedding present to them… she felt his male presence much the way a female fox is aware of her mate。 There was no more than the acknowledgement of lust； of one brief moment stolen out of the net of time。
What she was about to begin had no more to do with love than a pair of microorganisms ing together。 What true feelings she had for him she could not express until the moment of her vengeance was at hand。 Her nostrils dilated sharply； scenting his odor。
Her kimono had slipped off both her shoulders and now she pressed her hands across herself as a schoolgirl might； embarrassed by her newly budding breasts。
Sato leaned forward and brushed his lips against her throat。 Akiko closed off that private part of her which was most dear to her； accepting what might e。
She felt his hands sliding over her shoulders； and she willed herself out of her stupor； parting his own kimono； the bright red angular pattern breaking up into shards as the folds began to appear。
He was naked long before she was； his flesh warm beneath her probing fingers。 He was virtually hairless； his skin smooth and unblemished。 She put her cheek against his belly； felt the pulse of his life beating in her ear like the surf along the far shore。
This meant nothing to her。 It was as if she had put her ear to the bole of a tree。
He lifted her upward and now they lay； body against body。 Her legs were closed； his were spread apart。 There seemed a second heart down there； pulsing in a rhythm all its own。 She felt its insistent push as it grew； insinuating itself between her thighs； another kind of serpent。
She reached her hand down and cupped his scrotum。 He groaned and she thought it gave an answering throb。 She touched the base of his shaft。
Gently； he began to roll over； to move her onto her back。 She had never been so aware of one part of her anatomy before。 The insides of her thighs burned as if she had pressed herself against an oven and her flesh there rippled as if in terror。
If he saw too soon； if his love was not enough to dissuade him； he would surely reject her。 She saw him throwing her out into the street； saw herself banished from the city as it had been done centuries before when the Shogun held sway and her kind would not be permitted into the bed of a samurai； let alone be his bride。
She understood that at this moment there was absolutely no difference between her and her mother。 This terrified her beyond all measure； and she menced to shake like a leaf。 Her husband mistook her fear for passion； and groaned aloud。
He had placed her on her back。 She could feel the soft silk of her open kimono on her flesh like a sensuous caress。 Sato loomed over her； his muscular body throwing her breasts and belly into shadow。
She raised her arms； her fingers and palms tracing the ridges and bulges of his muscles。 She used the pads of her thumbs to press inward。
〃You like my arms？〃 he whispered。
Her eyes； black jade； stared up at him； unblinking； delivering the answer he wished for。
〃Ah； yes；〃 he breathed。 〃Ah； yes。〃
His head came down and his open lips enpassed a nipple。 He moved from one breast to another； nuzzling and licking。 Akiko felt nothing。 His fingertips rolled one nipple while he sucked on another and now she gasped at the contrast between the warm softness of his mouth and the rough…calloused rubbing of his fingers。 She did not know whether to scream or to cry。 She did neither； merely bit her lower lip； exhaling sharply。 She put her fingers in her mouth； transferred saliva to the spot between her thighs。
Then she felt herself being turned on her side； Sato's heated
body behind her。 His hand gently lifted her upper leg and centered in on the core of her。 She gasped as she felt him between her thighs in the tangled forest of her pubic hair。
His fingers pressed open her lips； and she thought briefly again of all his gifts； the movements of his lovemaking。 Then she was opening herself to him； feeling the thick hotness of him like a bar of iron between her legs。
She began to weep。 His breath hissed in her ear and she could feel the tightening of his powerful arms about her。 Her buttocks were hard against him as he moved around and around at the entrance to her vagina until he could stand it no longer。
With a great groan and a violent heave； he pushed himself all the way into her。 Akiko's eyes opened so wide the whites showed all around。 An engine of fire started up in her chest so that she could not breathe。 She felt a fearful tearing in her loins； a great filling up； a pressure on her entrails as if she had stuffed herself with food。
She was overe by sensation and she cried out wildly。 Sato； misinterpreting her； lunged in even deeper； trying to establish an erotic rhythm。
Akiko's mind was filled with black visions。 All the myriad demons of hell seemed to be rising out of their moldy beds to dance in the firelight in'her mind's eye。 Nights bound in the highland castle paraded in lurid detail before her like a shameless whore。 Her head whipped back and forth； her long unbound hair slapping against Sato； enflaming him all the more。
Kyoki。 The sensei of darkness。
His name made her moan and bite her lip against the unfurling memories like shrouds for the dead。 For that was how she thought of herself now。 Dead。
Like ships in the night on a storm…tossed tumultuous sea； they rocked to and fro； Akiko locked inside his embrace； allowing him this cruel dominance。 There was foam on her lips； hatred in her heart。 She had never before offered up her body unwillingly； she never wanted to again； though she knew that she must to preserve this marriage until its bloody end。
Yet she knew what to do； she could give pleasure without ever receiving it。 This too was part of the role she had assigned herself。 Weeping still； she reached back between her thighs； grasping his swinging sac。 At the same time she clenched her inner muscles； working on the engorged head buried inside her slick channel。 Her hips revolved in a rapid corkscrew motion。 She squeezed lightly with her hand。
She heard his deep groan； felt his muscles trembling all around her； and knew that his orgasm was imminent。 I cannot allow him to do it； she thought wildly。 Tomorrow or the night after。 But not now。
With a little cry； she pulled herself away from him； turning to slide her open lips over his moist； vibrating shaft； teasing him with the faintest of feathery touches until he grabbed at her flung hair and begged her for sweet release。
It was only then that she began to suck； hollowing her cheeks； urging him onward to pletion with her fingers。 Her other hand covered her pubic mound as if staunching a wound； her thighs close together。
She held herself