Fuel to the Fire

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Chapter 7


The torches burned low in the village when Tatsumaki returned. He’d lingered in the woods longer than necessary, and missed the transfer of information amongst the villagers. The only sounds penetrating the darkness were the passionate moans of once lonely wives reunited with their warriors. Tatsu headed back to where a roof and a warm fire waited for him, but not much else. He had made a grave mistake, turning her away at the point where she needed reassurance from him. He just questioned her motives, never mind the fact that she had exposed her pain and divulged the information about his offspring. He listened to his own mistrusting nature rather than his heart. Tatsu couldn’t shake the look in her eyes, her pleading for support from him. He honestly believed that his heart stopped the moment she walked away from him.

As he approached the small hut, he was confronted by another obstacle that he was not prepared to face. Miki leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as if ready for this confrontation. He simply sneered at Tatsu as he stepped into his path. Miki watched as the man tried to walk past him, but stopped him when put his arm across the doorway, blocking his path. Tatsu looked up to Miki a moment before the fist struck him across the face. Tatsu fell into the hut, unable to stop his body from hitting the ground. A quick survey of the premises turned up no other residents, only Miki, who was grabbing him by the front of his shirt. He pitched Tatsu back onto the dirt path. “I promised her I wouldn’t kill you, but she never said I couldn’t make you bleed,” Miki said, kicking Tatsu in the back. When Miki bent down to punch him again, Tatsu grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into Miki’s face. He was stunned for only a moment. While Miki fought to get the soil out of his eyes, Tatsu got up and rammed a fist into Miki’s gut. As he hunched over from the force of the blow, Tatsu managed to get an arm around Miki’s throat, squeezing tightly against his windpipe. He kicked the back of Miki’s knee, sending him to the ground.

Tatsu leaned over to Miki’s ear, all the while blocking the air from his lungs. “Where is she?” he asked. Miki was clawing at Tatsu’s arm, trying to pull it away to suck in one good breath. “Why should I tell you?” Miki whispered, fighting for air. “You turned her away. She answered your question, but you couldn’t accept it.” Miki struggled more, his consciousness slipping away. “You don’t deserve her.” Tatsu got his footing as he felt Miki’s body go slack. He released the body to watch it fall to the ground. “And what makes you so worthy of her? Tatsu spat. He turned to head back toward the hut, but felt her familiar presence before he saw her. Wiping the blood from his busted lip, Tatsu turned to see Yume at the edge of the road, looking at Miki’s silent form. He ran to her before she could scream for help, cupping his hand over her mouth and dragging her away under his arm.

Her weary body fought him all the way to the river, biting at his fingers while the tears spilled from her eyes. He hated to do this to her, but it was the only option left to him. She was not aware of what had transpired between the two men, and he hoped he could at least reason with the manic woman. The river’s cool water wrapped around his legs, and he waded in deep enough that he had to pull Yume up lest she be dunked underwater. He released her, seeking distance before she slashed at him with her nails. Yume backed away from Tatsu, sinking deeper into the water. He bent forward and splashed water into his face, cooling his sore lip. Her sobs grew louder as she hiccupped for air between her cries. “What have you done?” she screamed, her voice an octave higher, dripping with contempt. She launched herself at him while he was still bent over. The force of her collision pushed them both underwater. Tatsu fought to get his arms around her, the current impeding her attacks. He surfaced with her fighting in his arms again. Throwing his head back to shift his matted hair, Tatsu backed his way to the river’s bank. Once on land, Yume’s legs were kicking in the air, trying to shake herself loose. Tatsu dropped to the grass below, pulling Yume down with him. Hoping that the water had simmered her rage, he rocked her back and forth, whispering into her ear. “He’s not dead, Yume, I only put him to sleep,” he said over and over. Soon her sobs were barely noticeable, her body slumped against his, allowing Tatsu to soothe her. He was still rocking her as he rested his forehead against her shoulder.

Yume looked up to see fireflies lighting the clearing around them. Only their lights were visible through the fog, small beacons in the otherwise depressing surroundings. She laid her own head against his, and wiped the last of her tears from her face. “They were taken from my body, Tatsu,” she said. She felt his body strain, holding her tighter against him. She managed to pull one of his hands loose. Pushing up her wet tunic, she placed Tatsu’s hand on her scarred stomach. “They were killing me, and the only way to save them was to cut them from my body. No one knew there were two inside until they opened me up.” Tatsu sighed against her, moving his head to plant small kisses along her neck. She sniffled again, a different sadness flowing from her voice. “I was sick for a long time, and couldn’t care for them. The women of the village saw to them, and Miki stayed by my side day and night. We were deep into the winter’s snow before I ever saw them.” Tatsu loosened his grip on Yume, leaving her room to scoot away and stand. “Yume, why don’t they know about us?” he asked, looking to her shadowy form. She reached out and captured a firefly between her hands, watching the light through her fingers before releasing it. “It’s part of my contract. They belong to the village; they give this clan a future. And in exchange for my safety, I have surrendered any rights to their parentage. They call all of us mother without knowing who actually gave them life.”

The shock of her confession filled the silence between the two of them. So, he was a father, but his children knew nothing of him. It seemed they were well cared for, strong and healthy. They were going to be spies just like him someday. It wasn’t the life he would prefer for his children, but no one had asked for his opinion or consultation. “And their names, did they come from you?” he asked, watching her stretch her body toward the sky. She still wore her simple uniform from before, and the wet fabric clinging to her body. Now he knew where that body had come from. Pregnancy had filled her out nicely. She laughed, “They came from me. Arashi is your ‘storm’ while Seimei is my ‘soul’.” Tatsumaki rose to his feet, catching a whiff of jasmine in the air. It reminded him of days long gone, and nights by the water just like this one. He reached up and removed the ties from Yume’s hair, letting her hair’s wet weight fall behind her. He placed one hand at her temple, his fingers trailing down her neck and shoulder, sliding it down her arm. Her flesh bubbled against his touch, her nipples pushing against the wet fabric of her tunic. Tatsu moved his hand from her arm to her waist, rubbing it across her stomach. Placing small kisses along her ear and neck, he said, “We could always make more.”

Yume was breathless against Tatsu’s clever advances, her flesh deceiving her with its responses to Tatsu. He took his hand from her waist, and slid it up her torso, resting around her left breast. His fingers began to play with her nipple, rubbing it between his fingertips. She leaned into his body, moaning with the sensations her body hadn’t felt in a long time. As Tatsu nipped at her neck, he slide his other hand up her tunic to massage the other breast. “Mmmm, Tatsu…”she groaned, licking her lips. Her body started to mimic the motions on his hands, rubbing her backside into his groin. She could feel him starting to harden against her body. Taking one hand away, Tatsu let it trail down her stomach, down between her legs. He couldn’t tell if she was ready for him. Her shorts were still soaked, but she continued to moan through his slow torture of her body. Tatsu started to pull his hand away, but Yume grabbed it with her own and pushed his fingers back between her legs. “Don’t stop, Tatsu, don’t stop,” she muttered between breaths. Freeing both of his hands, he toyed with the waist of the shorts, slowly dragging the wet rags away from her body and exposing the flesh he missed touching. Yume stepped out of the shorts, but before she could react, Tatsu was sliding his hands back up her legs. Her most private areas were still covered by the length of the tunic, but there was a hint of her ass peeking from beneath the hem. He couldn’t help but knead the soft tissue with his hands, pleased that she was fuller than most of the women he had come across.

“Turn around, Yume, let me see you,” he said. She turned, looking down on him. She couldn’t see him clearly in the darkness, but she could feel his heated stare on her. Tatsu continued to tease her body, running his fingers along the inside of her thighs. Yume widened her stance, spreading her legs to allow him better access. Tatsu moved his right hand up to cup her warming folds. With one finger he worked to part her lips, burrowing until he found her clit. Yume sucked in a breath, his agile movements causing her insides to tingle and burn. Tatsu looked up to her, the glare hidden in the night’s natural disguise. “You like this, Yume? Have you forgotten how much I loved to explore your body?” he cooed, listening as her breathing sped up and small moans escaped her lips.

Before she could get too comfortable with his ministrations, Tatsu sat up and spread her wider with his fingers. Wetting his lips, Tatsu put his tongue to work, tasting her hardened nub. Yume almost stumbled backward with his sudden hunger for her. Taking the nub between his lips, Tatsu sucked harder as he pushed one finger inside of her. She had put moments like this at the back of her mind, trying to forget how meticulous he could be with her body. Years before he had learned all about her, inside and out. Now he was busy relearning her tastes, her textures, and all of her sensitive spots. Yume was running her fingers through his scalp, grasping for something to anchor her body to this world. She cried out as Tatsu sucked on her clit again, thrusting another finger inside. She couldn’t hold on much longer, the intensity of her pleasure was causing her legs to shake.

Tatsu slowly removed his fingers, dragging them over her swollen nub again. All he had to do now was wait for her animal to be unleashed. Yume let out a long sigh, rolling her head backward to look toward the sky. Tatsu sat back to observe his beautiful creature, waiting to see if she would howl into the night. Yume reached for the hem of her tunic, pulling it over her head, and he watched as the waves of hair fell against her now nude form. She bent down to the ground, and crawled on all fours to Tatsu. As she drew closer, she could see the seductive grin on his face. She swiftly removed the smug look, crawling right up to his face, claiming his lips. Tatsu willingly gave in, letting her beast taste her own juices. She kept moving, pushing him onto his back, all the while ravaging his lips and forcing her tongue past his barrier. She straddled his hips just as she had done the previous day, pressing her bare and inflamed folds against his cock. Tatsu returned the favor, thrusting upward to greet her grind. He groaned against her lips, his own pleasure reaching a heated peak. Pushing this hands into her hair, he forced her lips away from his, panting from the love she made to his mouth. “I need to be inside you, Yume,” he said in a hushed tone, trying to fight his body’s need for release.

Yume grinned, then slid one hand downward to grab his member, stroking him through the fabric. “I’m sorry, lover,” she said, “but there are still some obstacles in our path.” Before she had time to move, Tatsu was removing his shirt, throwing it to the pile of her own garments. She watched the muscles in his chest move as he worked to remove his boots and pants. She leaned forward, placing small kisses down the center of his chest. Tatsu started laughing, struggling to discard the clothing that bound him. “Damn it, woman, no more distractions!” he cursed, finally kicking his pants away. Grabbing her by the waist, Tatsu scooted her body down to rub her wetness against him. Yume put one foot on the ground, halting the progress they both desperately needed. She bent forward again, pushing him backward. She could see the confused look in his eyes, but ignored it as she licked a path down his chest, tasting the sweat he had worked up during their session. She took extra time licking the ridges of his stomach muscles before moving further south to the cock that desperately needed attention. Yume worked her tongue around the tip of his head, the small, tedious circles pulling curses from Tatsu. In another instant she wrapped her entire mouth around him, sliding down as far as she could. Her up and down rhythm was almost more than Tatsu could handle, her tongue working around his length, stroking him into submission.

Tatsu let out a roar as he sprung up, pulling himself away from Yume. He stole her previous move, taking her lips as she sat up and forcing onto her back. Her legs came up around his backside, and Tatsu thrust deep into her. Both of them groaned, the pressure building as Tatsu began his rhythmic pumping. Her walls tightened around him, reminding him that this was his home. Her body belonged to him. His stride became quicker as he felt his delayed climax nearing. Looking to Yume, her passion was evident on her face. He could feel her squirming under him, then suddenly found her left leg draped over his shoulder. She winked at him, knowing he could feel the difference in the position. Tatsu pushed deeper, his body now stimulating her clit with each thrust. Yume knew she was there, the pounding sending her over the edge. She groaned loudly through her climax, and Tatsu loved to watch her face as she released. She clenched her muscles around him, helping Tatsu to send his own seed loose within her. Tatsu stopped thrusting once he was finished and laid his body on top of hers, both of them breathing hard and exhausted from their games. Yume wrapped her arms around his back, making sure they’re bodies didn’t lose their connection. For just a moment, Yume thought their hearts beat in sync. She giggled, feeling Tatsu’s body pulsing both on her and inside of her. She squeezed her own internal muscles. Tatsu’s head jerked away from it’s resting place. “What’s wrong with you, woman?” he asked, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. “Was that not enough for you?” He got to his hands and knees, separating their bodies. Yume frowned, releasing an unhappy moan to show her displeasure. Tatsu lied down on the grass beside her, pulling her body to lie flush with his and closing his eyes. Yume studied his toned body, from the relaxed muscles to the stirring erection. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and then pounced into action. She found her seat atop his hips, slipping him back inside of her. Tatsu grunted at her sudden action, but enjoyed the pleasure she took from his body as she rocked back and forth against him. Lowering her body like a cat stalking its prey, Yume put herself nose to nose with him, their lips only a breath apart. “Oh no, Tatsumaki, your body needs to be reminded of what I am capable of,” she said, leaning backward to slide all of his cock into her. Tatsu only gave a short nod as she started to pump her body hard and fast against his, “Yes, sensei…”