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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Samurai_Champloo
  Relationship:
      Fuu/Jin/Mugen
  Character:
      Kasumi_Fuu, Jin_(Samurai_Champloo), Mugen_(Samurai_Champloo)
  Additional Tags:
      ménage_à_trois, trio, Polyamory, Threesome_-_F/M/M, OT3, Lemon, During
      Canon, Anal, Fingering, Oral, Rough_Sex, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Power
      Swap, Power_Struggle, Cunnilingus, Riding, Face-Sitting, Biting, Multiple
      Orgasms, tachi_Mugen, Seme_Mugen, Top_Mugen, Neko_Jin, Uke_Jin, Bottom
      Jin, Hand_Jobs, Rain
  Series:
      Part 2 of Champloo_Lemons
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-30 Words: 7102
****** Stepping Down a Bliss Filled Road ******
by MultiVerSonalityDisorder
Summary
     After it has finally settled into Fuu's mind that she had lost her
     virginity to Mugen and Jin, her sudden awareness brings the men in
     for another heart-to-heart. Or, rather, parts-to-parts.
Notes
     I do not own any characters referenced from the original material
     that is the Samurai Champloo anime. I own no plot referencing the
     original material that is the Samurai Champloo anime. I only own this
     fiction story plot.
     -This can be considered a sequel to my one-shot fiction Cup of Sugar.
“What’s your problem?”
Fuu scowled as she looked to Mugen defensively after he snapped at her. The
trio were sitting for a meal outside a little shack along a narrow pathway.
There were a few customers inside and taking up the only seats available, so
they settled for the bench outside. Fuu was sitting in the middle of the two
men, and it didn’t go unnoticed how all day she had been flinching every time
she caught them move even an inch. This time, Mugen stretched across to snag
some meat off of Jin’s makeshift plate, and when he caught the young woman
cringing away from him, he growled his inquiry to her right before taking a
bite of the stolen food.
“You were being rude,” she snipped back and taking a nibble of her lunch as her
eyes fell to her lap.
“It’s not just that,” the tanned-man snarled, jabbing a finger at her and
watching her jerk back in response. “See?! All damn day you’ve been avoidin’
us! Not just me,” he gestured to Jin, “the four-eyes, too!”
“I’ve noticed it, as well,” the rounin commented, eyes now on Fuu.
Gaze flickering between the two men, the young woman couldn’t even meet their
eyes as she stammered in an unconfident manner, “I-I’m not avoiding either of
you. That’s-That’s just silly. I mean, you’re my bodyguards! W-We’re traveling
together. Y-You morons.”
Jin placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling her skin twitch from beneath her
kimono a second before she pulled away and accidentally slammed into Mugen’s
side. She yelped when he grabbed both of her shoulders, refusing to look back
at him while he barked, “What the hell’s your problem, girlie?”
Before she could attempt an answer, Jin spoke up, “Perhaps this isn’t the place
to discuss this. We should move along and not disturb those inside.”
Mugen frowned, “I ain’t done eating yet.”
“Take it on the go,” was the stern reply as Jin stood and inhaled his last
bite.
Rising to his own feet, the vagabond growled as he took a step towards the
older male, “Don’t tell me what t’do.”
“Hey, you two, no fighting!” Fuu snapped, jumping up and in between them with
nervous brows. “Let’s just go, Mugen! There’s no need to cause trouble!”
“Oh, there’s always a need for trouble.”
“Mugen, stop!” Fuu insisted as she pressed her hands firmly to his chest. The
young man was about to respond when he noticed her palms trembling against him.
He heaved a sigh, took a step back and spat, “Let’s go.”
===============================================================================
The walk down the pathway was silent. Neither men pushed the issue, and Fuu had
secretly hoped that perhaps they changed their minds, or were such idiots that
they forgot. She had nothing to discuss with them. She almost didn’t notice her
own actions, but now that she did, she could stop them. She wasn’t avoiding
them, not intentionally as least. She could never. However, as they reached a
small town they were able to find a cheap place to stay for the night.
One room for the three of them, and the rain had started to pour down as if the
earth was dying of thirst and needed nothing else. Semi-drenched from nature,
Fuu was wiping down in a corner of the room, Mugen and Jin, though, had begun
to strip from the clothes that were clinging to their skin. She flushed as they
bared their torsos, rubbing the cloth against her soft skin harshly as she
ignored the shivering in her cold bones.
“Fuu,” Jin called to her as he laid out his gi to dry, “you should remove those
wet clothes or you’ll get sick.”
“I’ll be fine,” she huffed, eyes sticking to one of the walls, watching the
shadows move with the lamp in the middle of the room.
“Just do it,” Mugen drawled as he stepped out of his pants and listlessly
dropped them with a loud sopping “flop” on the floor. “Not like we’ve never
seen you in the nude before.”
Remembering back to the time they first connected intimately, Fuu clenched her
eyes shut and replied under her breath, “That was different.”
Not quite hearing her, Mugen rose a brow as he stretched his arms above his
head. He was about to respond with an inquiry when realization struck his
features and he snorted, “So, that’s your problem!”
Jin looked to the tanned man as he laid his hakama out by his gi and swords,
and Fuu snapped a glare in his direction as she hissed, “What are you talking
about?!”
“The reason you’ve been avoidin’ us!” Mugen’s hands rested on his naked hips.
“You’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout how we fucked!”
Hand to his chin, the rounin was sitting in front of the lamp, blanket draped
across his lap as he spoke, “You’ve become self-conscious? That was over a week
ago.”
“You really are a dumb broad.”
Glaring at the floor as she refused to look at them in their natural state, Fuu
shook her head as she snipped, “It’s not like I don’t know how long ago it
was!”
“Then, what are you upset over?” Jin inquired.
“I…” she ducked her head, gripping tightly on the blanket against her bosom.
“At first, it didn’t sink in. The day after, and the days after that. But,
recently…” She glanced up at Jin; refusing to look at Mugen’s proud display.
“You won’t laugh, will you?”
“Probably,” Mugen answered bluntly.
“I wasn’t talking to you, idiot!”
“No,” Jin interjected to avoid any further argument. “No one will laugh.”
With an apparent aura of uneasiness, Fuu shuffled in her corner before she
pushed, “Recently, I thought about how it all…felt. For the first time. It
finally…hit me. I thought if I waited…you two would bring it up. But…”
Mugen snorted, “So, you’re just horny.”
The room fell silent. Fuu couldn’t deny nor verify that statement. She couldn’t
bring herself to.
Jin spoke, “If you wanted sex you could have approached us.”
“Though, there’s no guarantee we would say yes,” Mugen sniggered. “Especially
if we have the choice between you and a real woman.”
Fuu refrained to respond. Jin looked to the other, appearing a bit irritable
after the crass statement. None of them had promised to sleep with each other
for the rest of the journey, nor did they promise they would be the only bed-
partners they would have. But, if they could scratch the other’s itch, as it
were, it’s not as if it wouldn’t be beneficial. Fuu may be relying on these men
who she experienced her first with, but she was looking to them for guidance.
She was entering into adulthood by their leash and their next step would be to
ween her off of them so when the time came to go their separate ways it would
be an easy swift parting. Mugen, feeling the heavy stare from the other man
sighed. He walked over and crouched before the shivering girl, grabbing her
chin and forcing her to face him through clenched eyes, cheeks a deep maroon
color.
“C’mon, stand up,” he ordered, but her eyes averted even within his grasp and
she refused to spare a word. He growled, “C’mon. Up! Stop the damn sulking!” He
released her chin to grab hold of her shoulders, harshly dragging her up to her
feet, her damp kimono was chilling his hot palms and creating goosebumps on the
back of his hands. He began to undress her, and she didn’t resist. The wardrobe
fell like lead, he tossed the blanket aside and took her by the hand; tugging
her over to where Jin was sitting. When they were within arm’s length, Jin
reached out and gripped her hips from where he was seated, placing kisses along
her knee and thigh, chapped lips against prickled flesh. She sighed nervously,
and Mugen released her hand to slip behind her, grasping her petite breasts and
sucking the back of her neck.
Unsure of what to do, her hands instinctively went into Jin’s hair; left down
to dry. The large warm mouth moved against her, inching upwards and creating a
stir at the pinnacle point of her apex. She felt numb in her torso, but the
teeth scraping her neck felt strangely pleasant as every exhale from Mugen’s
chest hit her freezing flesh. Jin rose to his feet, blanket falling to the
floor, and he pressed his mouth to hers as his fingers slid down her taut
stomach and in between her thighs. There was a whine in the back of her throat
as he slipped a finger inside of her, the heel of his palm grazing against her
bud with a formidable pressure. She had almost forgotten about the other
vagabond behind her until he bit down harshly on her shoulder, earning a yelp
before he hissed into her ear.
“Get those damn sticks outta your hair,” he whispered gruffly. “In the damn
way.”
Jin’s mouth moved down to her jaw, then neck and Fuu tried her best to catch
her breath. She reached up, removing her hair ornaments from their place before
they slipped from her chilled fingers and created a clatter against the floor.
She glanced down, Jin at the shoulder that Mugen had bitten, as if trying to
kiss away the dull pain. Then, Mugen bent over to nip at his jaw. Jin ground
his palm against her clitoris, Mugen furiously twisted her puckered buds, and
their mouths connected, tongues hasty and lips fervently trying to grip each
other. Keening, Fuu’s hand slipped down Jin’s abdomen, stopping when her soft
tips felt coarse curls. She rubbed tentatively, experimenting with the notion
of “touching” a man.
She felt flesh beneath her fingers flutter, and lower still she pursued until
her palms wrapped about his hardening member. Jin sighed pleasantly as she
slowly ran her hands up and down the hot length, he nipped Mugen’s upper lip,
slicing it between his canines and the vagrant snarled before shoving him back;
palm colliding with the pale forehead.
“Bastard! Watch what you’re doing!”
Eyes narrowing, Jin reached out and took hold tightly at Mugen’s wild mane,
“Push me, and I’ll tear your bottom lip, too.”
“Guys,” Fuu shoved her back against the tanned male’s firm chest as her hands
pressed against Jin’s chest. “Don’t fight.”
“Ain’t fightin’,” was the dark chuckle behind her. “Called foreplay, little
girl.”
“Don’t teach her such depravity,” Jin scolded as he gripped her waist and
pulled her flush against him. Her petite bust pressed firmly to his upper
abdomen and she stared wide-eyed with uncertainty for the situation.
Smirking, Mugen wiped the blood from his lip with a thumb while his other hand
worked at his forming erection. He eyed the other two members of his group
devilishly before snickering, “Then, you go ahead and teach her.” He released a
wanton moan as he languidly stroked himself, “It’s your turn anyway.”
It was a challenge. Jin was aware. He briefly wondered if the other man was
still holding onto the notion that either were a better bed-mate. Ridiculous.
Jin led Fuu to the nearest wall, ignoring the lustful gaze of the tanned male
as he set her back against it. He kneeled down before her, lifting a thigh –
causing her to reflexively grab hold of his hair – and moving it aside the best
he could to give him enough room without hurting her. He ran along her folds
with the flat of his tongue, giving a few swipes before he separated them
consciously.
“So slow,” was the taunt from behind. “Where’s the passion? There’s no appeal
to this at all.”
When Jin didn’t respond and instead focused his attention to the young woman’s
clitoris, Mugen huffed at being ignored. He stepped towards them, eyes on Fuu’s
as she kept them from clenching together while Jin suckled on her sensitive
flesh. Just to the back of the rounin, Mugen intertwined his fingers with Fuu’s
within the jet-black hair and squeezed tightly as he claimed her mouth. A puff
of hot air slipped through her nose as she tried to breath, vibrations from
Jin’s mouth circulated throughout her body, and the familiar sensation of
Mugen’s stubble scratching her face had her feeling secure as his rough fingers
pressed against her soft digits.
Jin’s jaw moved quickly, his tongue rapidly circling the tiny bundle of nerves
as his lips occasionally pinched her fleshed with a suction-like force. Fuu
released a high-pitched whine from the center of her belly, and Mugen pulled
back, nails digging into Jin’s scalp as he licked his lips while observing the
young woman’s features.
“So,” he leaned in, whispering his husky voice into her ear, lips grazing the
lobe deliberately, “is he good?”
At first, the girl didn’t want to reply. The very idea of acknowledging the
pleasure as “good” seemed so shameful to her, so wanton. However, her hips were
twitching, wanting to move with the pale man’s motions, but unsure how to
without disrupting the rhythm.
Body trembling, Fuu nodded with a whimper, “Y-Yes…”
One of the vagrant’s hands harshly gripped one of her nipples, “Better than
me?” The young woman bit her lip. She was having trouble thinking clearly with
Jin between her thighs. She was so close, she could feel it as her spine was
arching while her muscles tightened. She released a moan, then another, and a
cry when Mugen impatiently twisted her pink bud. Rough fingers tugging on the
sensitive flesh, the tanned man pulled back to look her in the eyes with a
scowl on his lips, “C’mon, bitch.” Almost instantly, one of Fuu’s petite hands
snapped up at Mugen’s wrist with quivering fingers.
The man looked to her quizzically as she gazed at him with knitted brows and
slack jaw, before she grumbled, “D-Don’t be a jerk, Mug-ah!” Head pressing into
the wall behind her, a ragged exhale escaped her and several whines tumbled out
after.
Jin swatted the hands upon his roots away as he leaned back into Mugen’s knee,
licking his lips free from her moisture and his own saliva as he dragged his
thumb back and forth across the swollen bud. He observed as the young woman’s
body twitched and jerked, panting while she attempted to regain her regular
breathing pattern. An upward quirk of his lips evident in his features, Jin
rose to his feet, consciously knocking the other male back and earning a glare
from drooping eyes. Ignoring him, Jin gently rubbed the goosebumps away from
the flesh of Fuu’s shoulders, his eyes searching for hers as he crouched a bit
to see past the curtain of hair that was hiding her from his viewpoint.
“Fuu?” his voice was low and soft. Hesitantly, the young woman glanced up at
him warily, a bruising blush on her cheeks. “I’m going to ask you to turn
around and place your hands on the wall. All right?”
At first, the young woman seemed unsure, but with Jin she was swiftly able to
convince herself to obey him. He wasn’t like the harsh and brutal Mugen who had
slammed her into the wood that chafed her soft flesh. Still, her body quivered
as she turned her back to him, her palms lying flat against the wall while she
turned her head to subtly peek over her shoulder. The rounin’s hands were on
her hips and he silently tugged her back, feet shuffling along as she found
herself stretched out at a less acute angle. Her eyes were on the floor,
strands of dark hair noticeable at the corners of her eyes, and after a moment
of silence she bit her lip while holding in a whine. Jin was slipping into her
gradually, his mouth finding a spot in between her shoulder blades as he gently
kissed her pale flesh. She flushed when she heard him grunt, a dull twitch
within her vaginal canal, and the pain of his invasion was mild compared to the
wild vagabond’s; or maybe it was just that different now that she was no longer
a virgin.
When he ceased his entrance within her body, muscled hips against the underside
of her rear, Fuu finally exhaled slowly before her breath hitched at another
obvious twitch within her. Then, without any warning at all, Jin set out his
steady pace after he retracted his erection. It felt odd. There was still pain
screaming at her senses, but it wasn’t the same as before and with that she
could feel him so much more easily as opposed to the strange pressure that was
Mugen that last time. He was stroking her walls, and her ears were picking up
on the sounds of her natural lubricant sucking in air, releasing their breaths
and creating lewd squelches and the like. The steady pace gained momentum, and
soon her body was being mildly jostled, one of her palms slipping only once as
she tried to focus on a spot on the floor. His mouth moved against her spine,
teeth nibbling and tongue lapping to tease her attentive nerves while his hands
kept a tight hold on her hips.
Though, she almost forgot they weren’t alone.
“Bastard,” came the grumble from behind, then a murmur of, “I’ll show you.” He
ducked under the arch of Fuu’s body, crouching down in front of her as his
hands overlapped Jin’s, fingers interlocking as the vagrant tried to keep her
as steady as possible from the rounin’s thrusts. He observed the other sliding
into the girl for only a moment before encircling her bud with his lips and
prodding it with his tongue.
Fuu couldn’t help but release a gasp, then a whine, “Mugen, don’t!”
Jin grunted at she flexed around him, rolling his hips as the other man suckled
her and firmly kept his grasp on pale flesh. Determined, the older man ripped
one of his hands free to reach around and massage a petite breast within his
palm, fingers tugging at a perked bud, and Fuu’s moans reaching out, bouncing
off the walls over and over rapidly until her entire body tensed for a passing
moment. There was no relief, however, as her orgasm tickled her nerves and
muscles were still reveling in the attention they were continuously being
gifted.
“St-Stop!” she cried. “I…no more!”
Jin stilled and Mugen gave one last languid lap of his tongue before arching
his neck back to take in her flushed appearance through the shadows. Her jaw
was slack as her lungs begged for air, her brows flushed and perspiration heavy
on her brow.
Licking his soiled lips, Mugen inquired, “It hurt?”
Hurt? The word almost didn’t register in the young woman’s mind. It didn’t
hurt, for the most part, but her body was having trouble keeping up and the
sensations surrounding it were making it difficult for her to just keep her
balance. Without a word, she simply shook her head.
The vagabond chuckled, “Too bad.”
In a flash, Mugen went back to his game. His nose burying into her curls and
his ears tingling from the sound of her whines as he began to give harsh sucks
on her swelling clit. Jin, on the other hand, removed himself from Fuu’s body.
Stroking his erection covered in her lubricant, he nudged the opening with the
tips of his fingers before his hand rested on her hip and he aligned himself
behind her once more. Steadying his rigid member he gave a quick thrust.
Between her thighs.
He did not penetrate and instead the head of his cock hit Mugen’s chin.
Yanking back, the vagrant spluttered, “W-What the hell are you doin’,
y’bastard?!”
However, there was no response as Jin gave another roll of his hips, grinding
his sex upwards against Fuu’s. Unable to see the other man with the girl in the
way, Mugen smirked as a devious thought instantly popped into his mind.
Gripping Fuu’s thighs, he leaned forward, mouth open as he allowed Jin’s member
to slide past his lips and against his tongue. He could feel the surprise
within the rounin’s body as he tasted salt mixed with the young woman’s climax
and the heavy scent of a man’s arousal. Relaxing his throat, he stilled his
neck as Jin thrusted slowly against Fuu and into Mugen’s mouth. The girl
observed, feeling even the slightest bit astonished at the scene as she had
never seen anything like it in her whole life. The feel of Jin sliding along
her lower lips teased her as her body was leveling out.
Fuu huffed, Jin quickened his thrusts and she angled her hips unconsciously to
turn the attention on her genitals more onto her clitoris. Mugen slipped a hand
between his crouched knees and wrapped his rough digits along his length.
Timing it with Jin’s thrusts. He allowed his tongue to slide against the
intruding appendage as it occasionally knocked against the back of his throat;
testing his gag reflexes indefinitely. He hummed in the deep of his throat,
which sent a chill up the rounin’s spine. In turn, the long-haired man reached
around to grip on Mugen’s roots tightly, earning a pleased hiss of pain from
the other and his thrusts increasing at a relentless pace. And, with no signal
at all, Jin came, shooting into the back of Mugen’s throat, and forcing the
younger to pull away, coughs racking his body as a trace of semen dribbled down
his chin.
“A-Asshole,” he sputtered, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Could
have warned me.”
Jin was silent, catching his breath as he released Fuu. The young woman dropped
to her knees before Mugen, making eye contact with the older youth as the
rounin kept himself above them using his hands to support against the wall. The
three were trying to regulate their breathing, Fuu looking exhausted, Jin
seeming sated, and Mugen appearing feral. He looked the girl over, a deep
crimson spreading through her body from the tips of her ears to down her
breasts, sweat mixed with the rain water that hadn’t left her body yet, the
tearful eyes, and the parted plump lips that were beginning to swell. The
vagabond smirked, gripping her chin and instantly shoving his tongue down her
throat. Eyes widening before clenching, Fuu resisted, shoving him away and
rubbing her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Disgusting!” she whined. “Bitter!”
“Y’hear that?” Mugen chuckled, glancing up at the man above. “She’s not all
that fond of your taste.” When there was no response, Mugen rose to his feet
with a groan, “Well, we’ll just have to get her acquainted with it, won’t we?”
“What?” Fuu’s eyes were wide with innocence and wariness. “What’s that supposed
to mean?” she inquired, gaze following the man step to the side of her and the
rounin.
With a roll of his eyes, the vagabond answered, “It means, we ain’t done yet.”
He stroked his erection, “I’m still horny. And, thinking back on last time, I’m
owed his ass.” His eyes met with Jin’s dark gaze. There was a glare on his pale
features, along with a deep scowl. “What? Got nothin’ to say, Four-eyes?”
With a quizzical brow, Fuu looked up, a quiver in her voice, “Jin?”
Straightening his back, but still leaning against the wall, the man simply
stated, “It’s only fair.”
A momentary expression of disappointment flitted across Mugen’s features at the
lack of resistance from the other male, but he didn’t push lest he go without
tonight. He turned his gaze to Fuu, “All right, girlie, looks like you’re gonna
get your first lesson in sucking a dick.”
“Mugen,” Jin’s voice was stern.
“What? I’m considerin’ playin’ nice ‘n preparin’ ya. The least she could do is
suck on ya.”
“Don’t force her to participate in your mindless-”
“It’s okay, Jin,” Fuu interrupted him. She shifted where she sat to face him,
observing his flaccid member; glistening in her lubricant and Mugen’s saliva.
“I can do it.”
“There. We’re all in agreement, then,” the ruffian snorted as he took his
position behind the rounin who was obviously stiff. “C’mon, lighten up, man.
Otherwise, you won’t be havin’ any fun.” He accentuated the last word with a
sharp slap to Jin’s ass. He nearly sneered as he noticed the hard and
disciplined body tighten even more. This was gonna be fun.
Nervously, Fuu sat in front of Jin and took his cock in hand. It was limp, and
felt strange in her palm as it was nothing like how it was in its erected
state. Like some obscure amount of flesh that sent a strange wave through her
body. Was it arousal? She wasn’t certain as this felt entirely different. She
stroked it experimentally, looking up at Jin who clenched his eyes shut, and
all she could see of Mugen was his legs behind the pale man’s. The young woman
ceased her testing and reached up, placing a hand on the rounin’s cheek and
kissing his lips; her body twisting slightly to adjust to the difference in
height as he leaned over with his hands braced against the wall. He returned
the gesture, but his eyes never cracked open.
Fuu worked a hand against his chest as her tongue played at his lips. He
allowed her entry and their tongues sought out room to move about. Fuu’s
fingers traced various patterns against his flesh before nicking a perked bud.
Nibbling on Jin’s bottom lip, she curiously tugged at it and was given a sigh
in response. Electricity shot up and down her spine. She had never taken such
initiative before, and it was more of a thrill than she realized it could be.
However, the excitement died a little when a grunt of disdain came from the
rounin’s throat, his body hunching ever more so above her, his teeth grinding
as the blood rushed to his cheeks.
“I told ya to relax, dumbass,” was the unsympathetic chuckle from the tanned
man.
“Saliva alone isn’t going to properly lubricate your fingers, idiot,” Jin
hissed.
“Fine,” Mugen groaned. “Fuu, get your ass over here.”
Immediately she looked to Jin, who peeked his eyes open before bobbing his head
in gesture to tell her to listen to Mugen’s call. She ducked and walked over,
her eyes keenly observing the way two of the vagrant’s fingers were shallowly
thrusting into Jin’s body before they slid out and the tension noticeably left
from the rounin’s body.
“All right,” Mugen turned to her, placing a palm on her waist, his voice low
and tingling her nerves, “just stay still.” Fuu didn’t know what to expect, but
she surely didn’t think he would thrust his free hand between her thighs, two
fingers instantly delving into her sensitive cavern. She yelped, biting her
bottom lip as Mugen instructed her to distance her feet from each other to give
him more room. He worked feverishly, and her hands flew to his shoulders, her
natural lubricant gradually building up at his knuckles as it escaped her. His
rough thumb hurriedly massaged her clitoris as he slipped a third finger in.
Her head falling back momentarily as she whimpered, then lolled forward when a
heavy exhale freed itself from her lungs. Unconsciously licking his lips, Mugen
leaned to nip at her collarbone. Teasing his teeth against her flesh several
times before digging in and drawing blood.
“Th-That hurts!” her fists collided with his chest, and he budged only a step
back.
“Y’say that, but you squeeze so nice around my fingers,” he snickered just as
he retracted his appendages and flexed them; observing the clear fluid stretch
out to a thin thread. Without a second glance towards the girl, he returned his
attention to Jin who had been observing them. His cock slowly coming alive and
Mugen wasted no time in thrusting all three of his glistening digits within the
depth of the older man’s ass. Jin hissed, but said nothing as the vagrant
fought against tight muscle that did its best to dispel him. Fuu watched, eyes
on Mugen’s wrist for a moment before Jin arched his back and spread his legs a
little further apart. The tanned male was holding onto the pale waist with his
free hand as he twisted the other, lips now on the bony spine that drew his
attention, mouth massaging flesh and teeth grinding against vertebrae. The
young woman felt that odd tingling she knew too well, her thighs feeling
uncomfortably sticky, so she inhaled deeply before moving to crouch in front of
Jin and his nearly ready erection.
Without need of an order, she gripped him at the base and tapped the tip of her
tongue at the bulbous head. The taste was odd, sour, but since these men didn’t
refuse to give her such treatment, she felt it was only fair to return the
favor. Tentatively, she fixed her mouth around his tip, and when her teeth
scraped against his sensitive organ, the rounin cursed.
“Keep your teeth off the dick, girlie,” Mugen’s voice rang through, though she
could not see him from her angle. How did he know? No matter. She took the
advice and continued. Focusing her lips further down his length as she tried to
remember what had been done to her and wondering if it would have a similar
effect on a man. However, she pushed a bit too far and quickly retracted
herself as she coughed, her throat constricting as her eyes wept.
“Relax,” was the gruff command. It was Jin, peeking from one eye as his hips
slowly started to sway with Mugen’s ministrations. “Open your throat. Don’t
push…too much too quickly.” The last syllable came out in a hitched breath and
his pelvis jerked. “Take your time. Or…just focus at the base first.”
Feeling a bit down for her inexperience, Fuu bobbed her head in acknowledgement
to Jin’s tutelage. Her hand wrapped about his base, giving a few firm strokes
before she dragged her tongue along the underside of his erection, following a
vein that promptly stood out. She suckled just under the head, hearing a sigh
above and wondering if it was because of her, Mugen, or the both of them. She
kept experimenting. Swirling her tongue around the length, the tip, the slit
that bubbled with a substance similar to that between her aching thighs. It was
still there, that buzzing sensation. She wanted it to cease, but she was afraid
to be considered too lewd for touching herself.
Fuu’s free hand twitched, yearning to touch her sensitive bud. Instead, she
used it to massage the bulk beneath Jin’s cock. It had a peculiar weight to it,
and the trembling she felt from the rounin within her palms piqued her
curiosity. Was she doing something right?
“All right, girlie, get back here.”
The frustrated growl hit her ears and her mouth left the salty flesh with a
“pop”. Jin was breathing heavily, face flushed and jaw clenched tightly above
her. She felt a shock through her system as it hit her just how beautiful he
was. When she heard the vagabond snap for her once more she scrambled to her
feet and her eyes flew to observe Mugen retracting his hand before it roughly
gripped at the back of Jin’s hair, tugging on the long locks that almost
disrupted her view of the bruises that were forming along his spine.
“All right, pretty boy,” was the aroused snarl that even struck Fuu’s loins.
“You’re gonna ride me.” With a shove filled with finality, Mugen stepped back,
a little closer to the lamp in the middle of the room, before sitting down;
stretching out his legs and leaning back on his palms. Jin turned around, his
eyes flickering to Fuu before concentrating on the overbearing personality that
was Mugen. Mutely, Jin stepped over the thin and bony hips, kneeled, and
gripped the reddened cock, weeping for attention, as he positioned himself
above it. Biting the inside of his bottom lip, Jin sat himself slowly upon the
younger’s pelvis. His ass swallowing Mugen centimeter by centimeter, and he
didn’t stop until there was nothing left of Mugen to be seen. He froze, body
quivering and erection twitching as he rested his hands atop a muscled abdomen.
The rounin exhaled, then slowly lifted before starting a pace.
“That’s it,” Mugen purred, head falling back as his toes curled. “You really
are experienced in this, ain’tcha? Twitching like a bitch in heat.” Not hearing
a snarky response, Mugen glanced at Jin who dutifully worked his hips against
him, head down with red stretching across the bridge of his nose beneath
fluttering lashes. The long raven hair tapped the tips against a dusky nipple
flush against pale skin. Displeased by the lack of rebuttal and complete
obedience, itching to get a rise of the older man, Mugen gave a slap to the
pale ass and gained nothing but a sharp inhale from the other. Irritated
despite the pleasure, the vagrant looked to Fuu, who stood watching, thighs
rubbing together to ease the sensation. He gestured her over and she listened.
Kneeling down, Mugen tweaked one of her breasts as he kissed her once.
Mugen licked his lips as he pulled back, grinning, “Ride Four-eyes.”
At this, Jin ceased, panting as his glazed eyes looked to Fuu, then the younger
man inside of him. A roar of laughter threatened to erupt from Mugen’s chest as
he was pleased in finally getting the other’s attention. Jin, the asshole, was
fully aware that Mugen got his kicks from taking charge, but if the other
participant was more than willing to obey, it wasn’t fun. Especially if he was
fully aware that the other was more than a challenge and was a threat to his
life.
“Um,” Fuu’s brows furrowed, “how do I-?”
“Fuu,” Jin’s voice was ragged as he tried to straighten his spine. “Come here.
Straddle Mugen, like me. Face him.”
Not one to argue with Jin – unless necessary – Fuu moved to throw a leg over
the vagabond’s stomach, the inside of her feet were brushing against the outer
of Jin’s calves which for some reason ignited her flesh in a way she hadn’t
thought of. She focused her attention on Mugen’s eyes as he rested against his
elbows to give her some space, a more than appreciative grin on his face.
“Lean forward,” was the hushed command from behind right into her ear. The
young woman shuddered and braced herself on her palms, nose almost bumping into
Mugen’s, eyes etching into each other’s and then his mouth was on her neck. She
sighed, almost not noticing Jin’s hands on her hips before he tugged her down
as he thrusted up, rising on Mugen’s cock and forcing a keen whine from Fuu’s
lips. Jin worked, rolling his hips to plunge in and out of Fuu as he
simultaneously pleasured Mugen’s erect dick, consciously flexing the muscles of
his ass to the best of his ability in order to milk all that he could from the
younger man below. Gasps fell from Fuu’s slack jaw as one rough hand massaged a
petite breast and the other snaked down to toy with her clit as the rounin
pounded into her. Mugen nipped at her lips, tongue swiping the edges and one of
Fuu’s hands reached out to grab a forearm as he relaxed his back against the
floor of their room. Her nails dug in and he groaned wickedly with a sinister
smirk. The fingers on her clitoris worked in a frenzy, the hand on her breast
gripped the back of her head, ripping at a few roots as he dove his tongue into
her mouth.
Fuu moaned, her hips working against the rough pads of his fingers and angling
for the spots she was learning were inside her to be vulnerable to Jin's
intrusions. His breathing was unsteady, his knees throbbing and spine prickling
from the invasion on his body, but with the young woman warm and slick around
him like earlier but so much different, and his prostrate being stroke
unceremoniously he was beginning to lose control. Then, he felt it. A warm
uncomfortable sensation sticking to his insides and he knew that Mugen had
achieved an orgasm. However, the young man was still hard, and Jin shuddered as
those hips below began to counter his rhythm, spreading that slickness within
him. He couldn't help but burn with a hint of indignity. He had never had a man
continue after a climax before.
Usually, it was that each got one and then they were done for the night, and
rarely had they ever ejaculated into each other. He should have known it would
be different with Mugen. Fuu mewled, the vagabond’s mouth on her shoulder as
his hands gripped her ass. She convulsed around Jin’s solid prick, and in turn
he followed suit. The rounin’s body jerked, spasming as his lungs emptied
themselves in shameful euphoria. The three of them stilled, but Mugen was still
erect.
His voice was gruff, and he spoke, “Fuu, c’mere. Straddle my face.”
In a daze, the young woman almost didn’t understand his words. When she did,
Fuu numbly followed his directions. She felt Jin’s limp member slip from her
and she quivered at the sensation as she crawled so her knees were beside
Mugen’s shoulders. A tongue darted across bruising lips, a smirk on his
features as something moist dripped down onto his cheek.
“Turn to look Jin in the eyes,” he instructed, and she followed with a whine at
the feel of his hot breath against the cooling flesh of her genitals; still
abuzz from her recent climax. As soon as she could see the red engulfing the
rounin skin – from the tips of his ears to his chest – Mugen’s hips began to
thrust mercilessly into the older male. The large hands on a contrasting
abdomen slipped to steady themselves on the floor as weak moans raked against
his throat. Simultaneously, Mugen set to work at dragging the flat of his
tongue down her sopping slit. She almost shrieked, nerves ablaze and she, too,
rested her palms flat against the floor as Mugen’s arms locked her in place
while wrapping about her lower back,\. Pressing her pussy as close as he could
to his mouth as he stirred his muscle in and out of her, separating her lower
lips and suckling on her bud, mixing her natural taste and scent with the
rounin’s and creating a mixture he had never known before, and one he was
having trouble getting tired of. Encouraged by his new find, Mugen’s hips
sporadically twisted and rolled into Jin’s body, the man trying to hold back
all that he could as his hips trembled from the abuse.
Fuu’s cries of delight were beginning to sound like screams of unbearable
pleasure as tears started to fall from her cheeks. Gulping down air, Jin
gripped her chin, and smashed his lips with hers. A petite hand shot out to
grip his shoulder, his neck, then into his hair as her mouth greedily move with
his, her hips jerking rapidly against Mugen’s tongue as one cry overcame the
next from within her throat like waves crashing and dying upon each other. Her
stomach was burning. She wasn’t sure if she was going to reach another climax,
but that wasn’t at the front of her mind so much as that she needed to touch
these men in any way she could until she felt satisfied with parting her body
from theirs. The lewd noises were teasing the back of her consciousness. The
heavy breathing, the uninhibited purrs, the sloshing of wet flesh being rubbed
and sucked, the raw sounds of bestial instincts.
Fuu felt a pang in her chest, thinking her heart stopped for a moment, and the
next thing she knew she was lying on her side trying to catch her breath.
Watching as Mugen swept his hands beneath Jin’s knees and forced the samurai
onto his back, knees into his shoulders as the tramp pounded into him again and
again, asscheeks tightening as he came a second time within the man and Jin a
third time with his own substance hitting his chest and chin partially. Mugen
pulled out, sitting back before his head met with the floor once more, chests
heaving and the air in the room suddenly seeming stale, thick, and musty.
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When her mind felt sober, she was already clean. Her clothes in place and
somehow she found herself actually sleeping between Mugen and Jin. Well, they
must have thought she was asleep. She had realized she had been staring at the
ceiling for possibly hours before she finally heard their voices from the
depths of their snores. They were on their sides, backs to her, but their words
were clear.
“You’ll crack one day,” it was Mugen, his voice rumbling through his back,
touching her shoulder and she almost made a sound at the sensation, but bit her
lip.
“I’ve no idea what you mean,” Jin was cold, but his voice carried through just
as Mugen’s against her other shoulder.
“Nobody likes fucking a dead fish.”
“Perhaps it is not the fault of the fish, but the fault of the man who thinks
his rod is up to par of its duty.”
“You’re a bitch, y’know that?”
“It’ll be your turn next time.”
“I’ll make you scream, then.”
“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep.”
Suddenly, she couldn’t hold it. A burst of laughter rolled from Fuu’s breast,
and instantly both men turned around to look worriedly at the unexpected action
of the companion they had thought was incapacitated.
Noticing their expressions, Fuu snorted, “Y-You two are such idiots!” And, the
chuckles kept coming one after another.
Both men scowled, looking from her, to each other, then back to the young woman
before they grouched in unison, “Just go to bed!” The two turned back onto
their sides, closing their eyes as Fuu’s laughs carried through for several
moments. When they died, she sighed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her
lips as she spoke in a hushed tone, “You two are great. When you want to be.”
Then, she bid them good night, snuggled in between them, and the two men said
not word. Neither willing to admit that perhaps a strange entity was also
pulling at the corners of their lips that night before they fell into a
soothing rest.
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