Mind Games - Chapter 47.5 (NSFW)

Passion would come later, reassurance was needed right now.

And, like with most things for Himiko, words meant little to her. Action meant much more.

“I love you,” I whispered, pulling away from her slightly, but pushing into her with my quirk.

Himiko locked up in my arms, the hissing squeal of a teakettle erupting from her as her face went as red as her yukata.

Well, okay... words still meant something to her, I suppose.

Certain specific words, I reflected, as I pulled at her yukata and unwrapped her beautiful curves.

“Husband?” Himiko asked as she sat on my lap, her knees resting on the outside of my legs.

“Hmm, yes wife?” I replied, my hands running along her back and drawing pleasant shivers from her.

“I'd like to make a request,” Himiko stated, immediately drawing my full attention as I looked up. Straddling my lap as she raised her head just slightly above my own eye level. Though, given what was at eye level for me, I wasn't complaining all that much.

“Name it and you'll have it,” I assured her.

Her face was blank as she stared at me, returning to her more comfortable inhuman analytical gaze. For a long moment, she hesitated, tension building in her frame as micro-expressions warred across her face. I waited it out, content to allow her to consider whatever she was thinking about fully lest she retract her request.

Finally, the internal disagreement seemed to settle and she took a breath before speaking, the words coming out awkward and stiff, an unfamiliar cadence as she broke from her normal routine to actually ask for something. “I am worried that you will not enjoy tonight as you should. You worry over me, which although I enjoy – no one ever has before.”

“It's the duty of any self-respecting man to ensure their woman enjoys what is, effectively, their wedding night,” I replied, my hands resuming their soft motions on her body. “Your satisfaction will be my own.”

Golden eyes glinted with irritation as emotion rose up and was soundly defeated. “I won't be satisfied as a woman, or a wife, unless you pleasure yourself as you wish. That is a woman's satisfaction.”

I cocked my head slightly, looking at her at an angle.

“This is important to you,” I stated tonelessly.

Even if it was a declaration, Himiko still nodded. “Hitoshi is what's important. If my first time doesn't satisfy him, I'll be a failure as a girlfriend and wife.”

I considered that reply for a moment, then discarded it. Such a course of events would be more than merely 'unfortunate,' it would lay the groundwork for deep resentment, of a kind which couldn't just be 'fixed' with simple mind control.

If I was willing to actually purchase an upgrade to my binding or use deep hypnosis with my quirk, I might be able to alter Himiko's subconscious to the point where me catering to her desires didn't bother her enough to be a real problem. I wasn't going to do that, though, for what I hoped were obvious reasons. Beyond the moral and ethical, anyway.

Simply altering someone's conscious or subconscious mind in such a way had the very real danger of creating compounding irregularities in someone's thought processes that would, unaddressed, potentially lead to a complete systems' collapse in the person's mental state.

The core foundation of Toga Himiko was, to put it concisely, 'Obey Social Constructs.'

In other words, she wanted to be 'normal.'

Simply with a warped version of what that word really meant.

As we were now, the binding on her had softened the hard edges of that commandment. The lines between what was 'acceptable' and 'unacceptable' socially were blurred such that Himiko could make choices outside her normal paradigm as long as they were in my favor. 'Normal' became 'Normal Relevant to Hitoshi.'

But there were limits.

Limits that, if I pushed her past, would result in a different kind of mental instability than she'd developed, once upon a time. But, for all that it wouldn't be the same, it would be equally terrifying, I was sure.

Toga Himiko wasn't the kind of existence that could accept fundamental changes to her worldview.

“Hmm... whatever I want, then?” I asked her seriously, intently.

This close, she was probably able to read my physiological responses almost as well as I could read hers. Her lips parted in a slow smile, showing more teeth than she usually would. Not quite the full row, but we got closer each week. Gradual, but sure progress.

“Whatever Hitoshi wants,” Himiko replied with that same smile.

I rolled her without another word, pinning her beneath me.

Part of me did want to make this gentle, to torture her into screaming and moaning my name. To play the part of the diabolical lover slowly twisting their companion into the extremes of pleasure. The urge to reduce her to a glassy-eyed piece of meat begging for me to satisfy her baser instincts was there, I won't lie.

And it wasn't as though I didn't know how to do it.

But... no. Not tonight.

I lined myself up and pierced her.

Between the powers I'd purchased and how damp she was, it wasn't as rough as it could have been, but it still wasn't pleasant for Himiko. I have no doubt it hurt as she gasped and shuddered, small tears forming at the edges of her eyes.

I drove myself further inside her regardless.

The warmth of her core was enticing beyond words as I slammed myself home, sinking as deep as was possible with the third stroke and opening her up fully with a grunt of effort.

As much as it would have been fun to dismantle her piece by piece...

I enjoyed this, too.

Simply crashing through all of her barriers, destroying any and all resistance, and taking what pleasure I wanted knowing that she could withstand the assault. There would be time enough for complex games of temptation and manipulation later. This, though, was something I needed, now that I was feeling it.

No more plans.

No more schemes.

No more sidereal.

Just me and my woman.

“Ugh!” Himiko grunted, her breasts heaving with the motion of my thrusts. “H-harder!”

I snorted and leaned in, stealing a kiss as her arms came up and around my neck, pulling me into an embrace. “I thought this was about-ah! Me?”

Himiko smiled against my cheek as she pulled me close, her breasts squeezed against my own chest. “That's what-ah! H-hitoshi w-wants-oh! Isn't it?”

I pulled back, the satisfaction and enjoyment on her face as I drove deeper into her cunt... that knowing look. That understanding. Something within me snapped. I bucked against her, throwing her arms from my neck and smoothly grabbing her wrists to pin them against the bed behind her head. The motion left me bowed over her, looming in a position of power and domination.

Her golden eyes were wide, surprise stripping her of her glee.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I told her in no uncertain terms, my voice a low growl, “you just might get it.”

I felt her clench around me as a quivering moan crawled up her throat.

On hand clenched around both her wrists, the other went to her neck, careful pressure around it. Even then, I'd leave marks, I knew.

Whatever, she can wear her new costume to work tomorrow, it has a bodysuit that covers the neck.

Caution examined and discarded, I went back to pistoning into her.

Perhaps, I thought, as I felt her arch against me in her first orgasm of the night... I'd lied to myself, just a little. I still wanted to make her scream and cry and moan my name. But I didn't want to do it with care and attention. I wanted to force it.

There was a time and place for our little mind games.

But this wasn't it.

“AAH!” Himiko wailed suddenly, the pleasure finally reaching her brain as she spasmed beneath me. “Ah!”

My lips curled as she writhed, my hand on her neck reading her labored gasps for air as sensations she'd never felt before flooded and overwhelmed her.

But I'd gotten bored of this position.

I slipped out of her, ignoring the copious fluid staining the sheets, and took hold of her hip with one hand, rolling her over forcefully. Pressing one hand on her back, my knees slipped between hers and pressed her legs apart, creating ample space for me to force myself into her once again.

Himiko whined below me, the noise almost lost against the bedding.

I leaned forward.

“Hold on tight, Dear,” I whispered into her ear, the word 'anata' making her whimper and clench, “you're in for a long night.”

Then I slammed into her.

“Eee!” Himiko squealed, her fingers clawing at the sheets as I pushed forward hard enough to make her body slide over the bedding. “Ah-ah-ah!”

Disregarding any and all care, I pulled back a hand and gave her ass a rough slap.

“Aaaah!” The cry was high-pitched, full of surprise... and relief, as the sensation of the strike pushed her over the edge.

Distantly, I realized that... for all her neuroses and sociopathy, Himiko had been right. I'd need this, more than even I'd known. It was an incredible relief not to care about what came next. Not to be planning twenty steps ahead. Not to feel the weight of the world bearing down on me as I made choices that would impact the lives of millions.

No, here and now, it was just Himiko and myself.

The pursuit of pleasure.

The meeting of flesh against flesh.

Animalistic desire alighted in my mind and I thrust a final time, feeling my release erupt inside her as I bent over her body, pressing her into the mattress as she quaked and writhed against me. Trying to embrace me? Trying to throw me off? None of it mattered.

Another impulse struck me and I acted.

Some part of the sidereal that I couldn't turn off? Possibly.

More likely, though, it was my own quirk as it grew and evolved with use. The powers I'd purchased spurring it onwards in ways and speeds that it wouldn't have otherwise.

Either way, I opened my mouth and bit.

As my teeth broke the flesh of Himiko's neck, she screamed.

The sound was almost deafening, even pressed against the mattress as she was. Her fingers pierced through the sheets and tore at the material as her body erupted.

Eventually... we both collapsed, the tension fading from our muscles as I pulled the blissed-out girl against me, her soft curves meeting my own hard muscles.

“Mmm... love my husband,” she whispered dreamily.

“Love you too, wife,” I hummed in reply, my own eyes falling shut soon after.

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I did say I was working on an extended sex scene for Chapter 47.

This doesn't quite mesh with the existing text of the chapter as-is, so I'll be cutting a bit of it off when it goes to public posting to smooth out the transition between what already exists and this extension.

Hope everyone enjoys this! Oh, and the picture! As a special bonus, here's a sneak-preview of Himiko's Hero Costume as Carmilla, to be formally revealed during the next chapter, which I am still working on and should get released in a day or so.

Hope everyone is having a great week and that this helped make things a bit more enjoyable!

Thank you again for all of your support!