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“Hey, Little Miss, your legs are shaking,” Tamiya pointed out as he tossed his folded-up yukata towards Mei. “How about you rest those feet and hitch a ride on my shoulder?”
She caught it, and a cute flush dusted her cheeks. “Is…okay?” She looked down at herself. “I’m bigger…now.”
He flashed a grin. Yeah, that detail hadn’t slipped by him; talk about a growth spurt! Not ten minutes ago she’d been just a sweet little girl—smaller even than Shrimpymaru! He’d not thought twice about carrying her about like a daughter, or maybe a parrot; it had felt innocent.
But there was nothing ‘girl’ about her now, as he admired her wide hips and rounded, filled-out bosom; that there was a woman, bigger in all the spots that were funnest to squeeze. The clothes that had been loose-fitting now clutched tighter, exposing more upper arm and deliciously smooth, bare leg; he wondered how that would feel against his bare chest. Or maybe if she preferred a piggyback ride, he’d get a sense of the dimensions of her own much softer chest, using his back as a measuring board.
“Don’tcha worry your pretty head about that, Little Miss. I could carry three of you without breaking a sweat.” He accompanied his words with a demonstrative flex of his arm, and lifting up his left arm to show off the minuscule ninja dangling unconscious from his hand-hook. He loved how her eyes lingered on his bulging, scarred muscles, while her mouth opened just enough to let out a shallow breath; loved even more the way she caught herself staring and shyly turned away, blush growing redder.
She nodded wearily while she wrapped the yukata around her shoulders as a makeshift cloak. Poor lady; she really did need a break! He only had a little bit of an ulterior motive behind his offer.
He hoisted her up, sitting her nice new rump in its rightful and willing resting place—his right shoulder—where he felt her wriggle slightly as she settled in.
“See, better already, eh, Little Miss?” He winked at her.
Her exhaustion meant her laugh didn’t have much air to it, but it was still genuine, lit up by her pretty smile and bright, golden eyes. Her voice wasn’t so different to before, but carried a more matured tone to it. Like a gentle mother, or the kinda gal he’d have no complaint about making a mother if she asked him to; she sure had the childbearing hips for it.
Fuchi narrowed his eyes at them. Well, at Tamiya, mostly. “You don’t have to look so pleased with yourself.”
He rolled his eyes, but didn’t do a thing about his grin.
It’s not that he wasn’t a gentleman. He’d given her his yukata, to keep herself nice and cozy! But he was still a man of flesh and blood, not one of the island abominations. Even through her pants and makeshift cloak, he relished the softness of her butt and thighs, and bare feet and lower legs dangling over the right side of his chest.
He made sure to keep his right hand firmly on her thigh. To help her keep balanced, you see. The plump flesh under his fingers was just a side benefit.
“Shouldn’t we get moving?” he said to Fuchi’s stare. “Could be a while before we reach the gate.”
Fuchi sighed, and he brought Toma along like a good traitorous puppy on a leash.
Tamiya followed just behind them, little ninja and Little Miss in tow.
After a few minutes of enjoying her warmth ebbing into his fingers and shoulder through the layers of fabric, his balance shifted as he stepped up an extra large rock. Even that was enough to make her squeak, and they looked at each other.
That blush was just the cutest. He slowly moved his hand higher up her thigh, just a fraction, watching her expression, only breaking eye contact enough to flick to the hand and back to her eyes. Permission, was what he was asking for; wasn’t every day you got this close to a pretty lady who kept trying to look at your muscles without being seen checking you out.
She tucked her lips inwards, and trembling, gave him a little nod, and quickly shied away from his gaze again.
He chuckled, keeping the sound in his chest. “No need to be so shy,” he whispered low enough for her ears only, and slipped his hand higher. The shy maiden act was cute, but he liked a woman who knew what she wanted. Gave her thigh a little squeeze, and relished the wispy, sharp gasp, and that wriggle.
“W-want to…m-move.”
He froze. Shit, did he fuck that up? He thought for sure she’d been giving him signals she was interested. “Miss?”
She flushed and continued, “Not…um…steady here.” She made a gesture with both hands on her right shoulder, and then one hand on each side of her neck. “This would be…more…stable?”
The thoughts wound in his head, and he put the pieces together…
They formed a very nice picture. “Well, that’s fine by me. Wouldn’t want you falling.” He grinned at her; the way she nodded so very seriously with wide eyes and biting her lip was adorable. “Just don’t cover my face with that cloak. I need both my eyes so I don’t trip us over a pebble.”
She agreed, and soon she was seated with one leg over each of his shoulders. “You comfortable like that?” He patted her thigh.
It was a damn shame he couldn’t see her face well from this angle, because that broken, hot exhale was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “V-very c-comfortable. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Fuchi checked to see why they had fallen behind; Tamiya thought the twisted little awkward expression was just hilarious.
“You looking at something?” Tamiya asked.
“You’re not even pretending any more, are you?”
“Haven’t a clue what you mean.”
Fuchi gave up pretty fast, and so they were all on their way again.
Tamiya had thought he was in heaven before, but now, with pillowy thighs surrounding him? Her bare feet crossing over his chest? Her crotch emanating heat against the back of his neck? Paradise.
Pity he couldn’t have a feel of her rear; not without stretching his arm at an awkward and very obvious angle.
But no need to be greedy; he had the best neck warmer a man could ask for. It did things to a guy’s head, you know; knowing that was the source of the warmth.
As they walked, he eventually started to notice something curious. She was tensing her thighs every so often. Her hips would shift just so, applying pressure to the back of his neck, and she’d let out a soft sigh. The Little Miss got extra fidgety when he took larger steps, too.
Ah. I see. Trying to slip one by ol’ Tamiya Gantetsusai, eh?
The little minx might have been telling the truth about the position change being for ‘stability’, but if she hadn’t had any other motives at first, she’d sure gotten some ideas in the meantime. You could sigh for a lot of reasons, but a woman didn’t breathe like that unless she was doing only one thing.
Oh, she was trying to be subtle, but he’d caught her out. Now he was paying attention, he could feel her grinding against his hard neck, which was making other parts of his body try to imitate it, and wish she was sitting on them instead.
To think they were in public, too, with two others who could see if they just turned around. Very naughty, Little Miss.
His fingers dug into her peachy thighs, letting her know he knew.
It didn’t stop her. Thank the gods and Buddha and whoever else. She gripped his hair and moaned so breathily, just for him. When he inhaled deeply, an unmistakable scent filled his nostrils. A delicious, mouth-watering aroma he knew was coming through the cloth from the space between her legs.
Tamiya decided to have himself a little fun with the randy lady; he purposely rolled his shoulders with each step, knowing how that pushed her against his neck. That earned him a sweet whimper of pleasure that fell into his ears like honey dripping out of a beehive.
She dropped some of the pretense. She couldn’t really go for it without falling off, so her hips still rocked nice and slow, but she let herself enjoy it more—make more sounds as she rolled her pelvis into him more insistently, more quickly, just like her breaths were coming quicker and hotter too.
What he wouldn’t give to have legs still over his shoulders, but facing the other direction, letting him suck in her scent like he was drowning.
Even better, without any layers between them. Just thinking about it made his blood run hot; made him snort air out like a bull. Fuck the elixir of life, that would be a true feast, and accompanied by the sweetest music on this Earth. He’d stuff his face like a hog, make her legs lock around his neck once again like she never wanted to let him free.
“You’re killing me here, Little Miss,” he groaned under his breath.
He wished he could see her face right now. Firstly, to see what her answer had been, and second, to see the desire on her face as she slowly humped his damn neck.
“S-sorry,” she whimpered between hot and heavy breaths. The sound of her voice in such a state made his hakama feel very restrictive. “Grown body feels…things. And…been so long…” she moaned, low and pleading. “Especially…with someone…nice.”
“Aww, shucks. You’re making me blush now.” He ran his hand up and down her bare right calf. “Don’t worry, you’ve got nothing to apologize for. If this did me in, I’d die a happy man.”
Fuck you by the way, butterfly bastard. Thanks to you I can only feel up one of her legs. But in the end, Tamiya was the one touching her, not the butterfly creep. And unlike with said butterfly bozo, Mei was all grown up and willing. So who was the real winner here?
A divine ‘mmm mm’ sound escaped, muffled by her mouth, and her fist clutched tighter in his hair.
She continued to arch into him, grinding her sensitive places in lazy, long drags of her hips. More speed wasn’t an option, so she tried to make up for it in firmness, but that didn’t seem to be doing the trick. Maybe she’d get so worked up she’d resort to slipping a hand past her waistband.
He liked to imagine her eyes were scrunched tight with pleasure. Torn between wanting to go faster, and being afraid of getting caught by the others.
“C-close!” she yelped.
“Already? Damn, and I was barely trying.”
“No, close to gate! Look!” She pointed. He thought he heard a bit of disappointment in her voice.
To say Tamiya’s paradise had toppled into hell would be putting it a bit too strongly, but his heart did sink pretty low. There was the gate to Horai, and a couple of the other criminals—the purple-haired ninja lady with the juicy ass, and that mountain tribe boy—and Asaemon—the one with the nice tits carrying a bundle of wood for some reason, and the blind guy.
As happy as he would be any other time to be reunited with a pair of beauties and at least one warrior who looked one the tough side… It meant he and the little miss’ fun were over.
When he set her down, she was wobbly in the legs, and her face flushed deep pink, breaths coming hot. Even standing, she balanced herself against his body.
The teams exchanged information, but he was a little…distracted. Mei’s eyes were hazy with need, and fuck him, but he was sure his were the same.
He couldn’t wait to find some time alone with her.