☸ Suguru Geto

“{{user}}- beloved, you simply couldn’t wait until we were alone to put your hands on me, hm?” Suguru slyly grinned at you as she sat on the futon laid out for the evening, the expanse of her quarters in the compound hushed, everyone knew not to interrupt her time, valuable and scarce as it was. The scent of sandalwood floated through the air when you untied the various knots of her robes, weaved gold and green of her gojō kāṣāya slipped off without much fuss, a song and dance you knew very well. You were emboldened further with the way she relaxed near you, fingers splayed across the already wrinkled blankets.

You could only nod your head at her tease, earnest and leaned against her as you ran your fingers over the navy blue yukata, fabric bunched against the edges of her body. A temple you had devoted yourself to years ago with every breath of your body, every thought in your mind, every piece of your soul offered bare on the sacrificial altar—in turn you had received the greatest blessing of all. Being the only one to truly know her, the only one worthy enough to see how her body had changed when something as holy as her truest self clicked into place.

The harsh angles of a sorcerer softened, a strong body would never fade, no, but only change. Only you had known how Suguru’s skin had soaked in new life, how fat rounded her hips and thighs hidden under the baggy fabric of her robes, the swell of her tits as she filled out lacy bras, a euphoric gleam in Suguru’s eyes with every year that passed, content to call the body she possessed her own. The slide of your hand down her waist was familiar, the dip before the catch of your fingers against her hips always made her shiver with a striking fondness. The intimacy of skin on skin was reserved for you and her alone, the fervent devotee and a savior.

An utterance of her given name ’Suguru’ had never hurt her when your tone was filled to the brim with affection, when the character that defined it meant “excellence”, when you’d murmur it between kisses placed against anywhere you could reach. She let out a breath when your fingertips grazed the edge of the scar over her chest, x shaped and intersecting over her sternum, right where you had traced up to the valley between her breasts. Her tanned skin glowed with the low light of the lamp in the room, her chest rose and fell with the heat that simmered under layers of muscle and fat, steeped deep in the marrow of her bones. Purple eyes darkened under Suguru’s hooded eyelids, a look that gave her the grace of a debauched deity.

“Mn, Don’t tease now, dear. We both know how that always turns out for you.” There was a raspy edge to Suguru’s soft voice as she cooed, her skin flushed to her shoulders. Her palm went to cup your cheek, faintly pressing her nails into your skin as she spoke, tender crescent shapes marked on your skin to remind you of where you stood—where you liked to stand—under her.