el.the miko-第29部分

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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　all　the　firmer　at　the　instant　of　his　sexual　convulsions；　as　a　child　caresses　a　deep　hurt　to　ease　the　pain。　And　then　she　willed　her　new　husband　to　sleep；　watching　him　drift　off；　staring　blindly　down　the　lightless　corridor　of　her。　own　past　at　what　she　might　have　been。
　Akiko　rolled　carefully　over　and　silently　rose　from　her　nuptial　bed。　For　a　moment　she　stood　naked；　in　utter　quietude；　staring　down　at　the　form　of　Seiichi　Sato；　slumbering　and　sated。
　From　the　enigmatic　look　on　her　beautiful　face　it　was　impossible　to　tell　what　she　was　feeling。　Perhaps　it　was　tine　what　Sun　Hsiung　had　once　told　her；　〃You　do　not　fully　understand　anything　that　you　feel。〃　But　if　that　were　so；　she　told　herself；　I　could　never　have　learned　what　I　have。　I　could　never　have　gone　beyond　the　Kuji…kiri　and　the　Kobudera；　the　arcane　disciplines　that　Saigo　had　mastered。　And；　she　thought　triumphantly；　I　never　could　have　killed　that　clever　fox；　Masashigi　Kusunoki。　She　had　used　jaho　and　it　had　worked；　masking　the　nature　of　her　intent　from　even　such　an　adept　as　he。
　But　her　delight　was　short…lived。　Shaking　her　head；　her　long　unbound　hair　a　blue…black　cascade　across　her　shoulder；　down　her　back；　she　bent　and　retrieved　her　multicolored　kimono。　It　was　the　one　she　had　worn　at　the　wedding　reception　earlier　today。
　She　drew　it　about　her　as　a　child　will　wrap　a　bathrobe　warm　from　the　radiator　around　herself　in　order　to　ward　off　more　than　the　chill　of　night。　She　had　numbed　herself　in　order　to　ward　off　what　she　thought　of　as　an　attack。　It　had　been　a　time　when；　she　told　herself　repeatedly；　she　had　to　retreat　now　in　order　to　have　her　revenge。　But　there　was　a　vile　taste　in　her　mouth；　salty…sweet　like　blood。　Her　own　blood。
　Never　before　had　she　detested　so　intensely　her　karma。　Her　training　should　have　protected　her　from　these　feelings；　and　it　surprised　and　disconcerted　her　that　she　should　feel　so　violated　by　one　simple　act。　That　it　had　been　a　necessary　one　did　not　seem　to　matter　at　all。　She　was　weeping　again　in　silent　agony。
　Barefoot；　she　left　the　bedroom；　making　her　way　through　the　dark　house　until　she　found　the　fusuma　that　opened　out　onto　the　Zen　garden。
　It　was　always　peaceful　there。　Above　the　one　ancient　crypto…meria　the　stars　glittered　hard　and　twinkling　like　the　many　teeth　of　some　grinning　nocturnal　predator。　For　one　long　moment；　she　allowed　the　barriers　to　fall　away　from　her。　Thoughts　of　Nicholas　entered　her　consciousness；　seeping　through　her　like　woodsmoke。　For　just　an　instant　an　unfamiliar　powerful　emotion　gyred；　filling　her　up　to　the　bursting　point；　and；　her　neck　arched；　her　face　turned　heavenward；　she　allowed　herself　to　yearn　for　surcease。　Up　there；　a　million　miles　from　anything　known；　she　could　be　free。　Striding　through　the　utter　blackness　of　space；　she　might　at　last　rest　from　the　turmoil　that　beset　her。
　But　the　feeling　only　lasted　a　moment；　then　she　was　earthbound　again。　Her　head　came　down　and　her　dark　eyes　contemplated　the　precise　grandeur　of　the　garden。　Less　was　more　here；　a　uniquely　Japanese　esthetic。
　The　pebbles　which　covered　the　ground