Day 9 - Sex Pollen - Persona 4

AN: These characters are 18, obviously

Yu split from the others for a moment and set off down one of the snaking side halls of the baths. His uniform hadn’t been a problem in the castle, but it was really starting to make itself known surrounded by steam. He tugged his collar as he moved, creaking down the plank floors. The girls had it easy, considering theirs had skirts.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking for. Maybe just somewhere to sit down for a while that wasn’t right next to a steaming heap of rocks, maybe somewhere to poke his head out. So far as it seemed, the bath house only had one entrance and exit, but it also seemed different every time he came in. Exploring it was less of an active mapping process and more of an exercise in futility. One time, he’d decided to leave a trail of one-yen coins from the entrance of a floor all the way to the exit. But when they’d come back a few days later, all of the coins had been stacked neatly at the entrance.

Eventually he came out into an open room, but one where the door he entered from was the only way in or out. True dead ends were actually a bit rare. Whatever shaped the halls whenever they weren’t around seemed to favor long, single-line designs with a lot of tiny outlets and short cul-de-sacs. You could normally tell something wasn’t the way within a minute or two of starting down it, if not just by looking down. The design didn’t seem intelligent, more random with rules.

At the very least, there was a chest in the room. That, and the room was big enough that the fog seemed to thin a little. It felt just an iota cooler, though maybe he was imagining it. Yu took off his jacket and set it on one of the benches that surrounded the room. He wanted to set down his sword, too, but that wasn’t something you did unless you were absolutely certain you were alone.

Approaching the chest, he gave it a few taps with the side of the blade, metal tinking against metal. It was a small, unadorned red chest that sounded empty. Considering nothing came bursting out of it, there wasn’t something hiding inside. When he opened it a second later, nothing suddenly exploded around him or swooped toward him. Instead, at the bottom of the chest, was a single, half-wilted blue rose. Yu picked it up cautiously, waiting for it to suddenly start moving or to burn his hand, but it simply drooped a bit. Bringing it up to his nose, the smell of it seemed almost to tickle. Too sharp. Too green.

Setting it back down in the chest, something moved out of the corner of his eye. Yu raised his sword and turned. A thin trail of steam was rising from a burner that he hadn’t noticed before. In the middle of the room not far from him, not the kind of thing you’d miss but not the kind of thing you’d pay attention to. He took a few cautious steps over, then reached out with his sword and poked at it.

It groaned.

He nearly fell backwards scrambling away from it, but as he put some distance between it and himself, the burner started to shift. It changed shape and color, bulging and contorting in reds and purples like a bloated bruise. Veins bulged out against it, then bulged further and further until they broke away entirely, dragging like tendrils on the floor as the burner kept swelling upward and upward. The wisp of steam became a soft, yellowish curl. The coal blued until it turned green.

As the thing changed it looked less like something inanimate and more like something writhing, rising and falling with slow breaths. Shapes like a face started to push at the edges of it as the loose tendrils rooted into the wooden floor, making the planks seem to throb. As it grew, it softened, but the edges of it still seemed wild and freakish. It started to look like a woman’s body growing up from a broad plant, the yellow tuft on top like a stamen and pistil. Eventually, the face grew animate enough to blow a gentle kiss toward him.

Yu hesitated for a moment, weighed his options, then took a healthy whack at it with his sword.

The blade bounced right off like it was still made of wood. This wasn’t any shadow he recognized, but Yu didn’t doubt that was what it was. Watching his attack with a look of amusement, it bent down and blew him another kiss.

Yellow, shining particles danced in front of his eyes as they flew from between her lips. It was far too late into his swing for Yu to pull back in time. He ducked and tumbled backwards, but not before inhaling a great cluster of them. The tingling feeling he had gotten from the rose returned with a vengeance, punching him right in the nose like a physical blow. As he fell back he sniffled and coughed, trying to get it out of him. It felt like the front of his face had gone numb.

But, after a moment’s fumbling and sneezing, he realized he wasn’t hurt. What’s more, he wasn’t paralyzed with fear or seized with rage or completely drained of energy. None of the things he expected from an attack that didn’t actually hurt you but tried to get you from within. As he stood back up, he sniffled. Maybe the shadow was trying to destroy him with a really bad case of seasonal allergies?

He called Izanagi forth to fight with him, swinging his blade again but this time not getting so close in that he couldn’t dance back away when she went to blow more dust at him. Izanagi slashed, his blade crackling with energy. That one seemed to resonate with her, and the shadow’s face scrunched up. Less in pain, more in annoyance. She bent forward and blew Izanagi a kiss, one that he didn’t dance out of.

Yu didn’t feel any different. So far as he knew, you couldn’t really get to him by attacking Izanagi. Maybe the shadow just didn’t know any better. Maybe it was less of a creature and more of an actual plant, just lashing out at what came near on a pre-set response.

Picking up one of the pieces of coal gingerly, he flung it at the shadow before it could burn his hand. The shadow shrieked and looked down at the piece of coal before blowing a dusty kiss at it as it lay on the ground. He shrugged.

Izanagi made quick work of it the rest of the way out. It didn’t have to worry about burning itself, so he had it throw bits of hot coal at the plant until, growing increasingly annoyed as it failed to stop what was attacking it, it let out a shriek and then shriveled into the floor. Yu waited a few seconds and then stepped over to where it was.

As soon as his foot made contact, a huge gust of flakey dust shot up and coated him.

He took a scrambling step back and cursed himself under his breath for not sending Izanagi in. The crud was all over his clothes and all in his hair, but at least the flower seemed to have gone away. Hopefully none of his friends got bad hay fever. His face still felt numb.

“Good thinking there, Yu,” Chie called.

She was standing in the doorway watching. A bit of her brown hair had started to stick to her forehead, even in less stuffy clothing than he was wearing. Her necktie was untied as well, probably in one of her pockets, so her white uniform shirt was hanging loose around the collar. Her jacket was tied around her waist, it looked like the front of her black skirt was much shorter than the rest. She stepped over and brushed his shoulder playfully, sending a little skittering cloud of dust into the air that she didn’t bother watching.

“I was wondering if I should step in and help you, but I figured you didn’t want me stealing your thunder.” She brushed his other shoulder casually, this time following the dust with her soft brown eyes, “Though, if I’d known you were going to fall for the oldest trick in the book, I probably wouldn’t have hesitated.”

He sighed, she giggled in response. Stepping over to sit down on the bench next to his jacket, she kicked her legs idly. She seemed paler than he remembered. Her legs long and shapely with muscle. He was going to sit down next to her, but he stopped short. He kept looking at her. The way her hair darkened with sweat, the way that the starched white shirt she had on was starting to darken around the back of her neck.

“Yu,” Chie said softly, “You’re staring at me.”

Shaking his head, Yu sat down next to her. Chie looked off into the distance and sighed, Yu kept looking at her. For a moment, she didn’t seem to notice, but then when she turned her head toward him, he cast his eyes away like he’d been caught. He felt embarrassed, he wasn’t usually like this.

“What do you think that thing was?” She asked innocently, “I didn’t recognize it.”

Yu shrugged, he didn’t either. If it had shriveled up and died, or if he’d just had Teddie with him in the first place, he could have had it analyzed. As is, he didn’t know what it was, didn’t know what it had blown at him.

He looked back over at Chie and caught her eyes for a moment, but she looked away. There must have been something in his expression or something. She blushed just a bit. He couldn’t help but focus on her skin. The way little patches of it changed color, the way it fit to her body. Her jaw was sharp, her chin pointy, but her cheeks round almost as if with baby fat. It was the one place that really had any plump to it with her. Her stomach was pretty tight, and her breasts-

“Yu,” She pushed his hand away, “If you wanted to touch them, you could have asked.”

His hand had settled on her breast, and she’d pushed it away just a bit before letting go, at which point it had gone right back in. He felt himself blush, felt a surge of something **** and excited in him. Her blush had deepened. There was the padding of a bra between him and the soft skin beneath, but he was squeezing through the bra. She looked around nervously.

“Hey, seriously,” Chie muttered and grabbed his wrist, but didn’t move his hand. “Can’t it wait until we’re back home? What if the others come looking for us?”

There was something burning inside his head. Yu could feel his heartbeat racing, but he couldn’t actually feel the breaths coming in and out of his nose. His chest was rising and falling, so they must have been happening, but his face had gone fully numb. He couldn’t even feel the face he was making. It felt like the numbness was going deeper into his head.

Yu scooted closer to Chie, until her shoulder rested in the crook of his arm, then reached his hand around her shoulder to squeeze her other breast. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. The more he touched, the worse that **** feeling inside of him got. His heart was beating so fast he felt like it was going to explode. He lifted one hand from Chie’s chest long enough to reach behind her back and undo her bra. Her eyes shot open and she turned to him. She was, definitely, at least a little bit angry.

“Okay, you need-” She trailed off. Whatever the expression on his face was, it seemed to make an impression. “Oh my god, you’re really serious about this.”

He nodded, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Yu felt her breath freeze and then come out all at once in an exasperated, excited sigh. Her bra slipped down her shirt and he undid the bottom button, then pulled it out. When his hand slipped inside and settled over her uncovered nipple, she shuddered.

“Oh, geez,” She whimpered when he finally pulled his lips away. “Should we at least… close the door? Try to find somewhere to hide?”

His palm slid under her knee and guided her legs up onto the bench between them. As he pushed her knees apart, Chie laid back and turned her face toward the door, hands folded nervously over her stomach. Yu lowered his head into her skirt and pulled her panties down, setting them with his jacket. Below a tuft of pubes dark brown to the point of nearly being black, he could see that he had turned her on. Her normally hidden lips had swollen, showing like a tease of pink against her pale skin. He found the stiff little point of her clit and started to flick his tongue against it, slipping his lips around it. Chie whimpered and set her hand on his head through her skirt. The fleshy taste of her pussy was also thick with the taste of her sweat. Yu pushed one of his fingers in and moved it up toward his nose like he’d seen in Yosuke’s manga.

“Oh… oh!” Chie started to whimper too loudly, then echoed it again slowly as she moved her other hand over her mouth. She shuddered a little.

Between his legs, Yu could feel himself throbbing. It felt like he was harder than should have been possible. He was seriously worried that either his heart was going to beat out of his chest or his cock was going to rip its way out of his pants. He buried his face in Chie’s crotch. The more he licked, the wetter she seemed to get. The wetter she got, the more his head started to throb in time with the second heartbeat between his legs. His boxers were getting sticky. It felt like he was going to die if he didn’t fuck her, here and now. Urgency wasn’t exactly romantic, but it felt like a deeper, more real need than any sort of seduction would provoke.

“Ah…” Chie shifted and pushed at his head, “You’re going to make me-”

She didn’t get to finish. Chie stiffened, her back lifting slightly off of the wooden bench and her pussy squeezing down around Yu’s finger. It seemed like she got even wetter, and he lapped even more fiercely as she shook, her breath coming ragged. Her voice was croaky, forming the starts of a few different sentences. Her knees squeezed inward toward his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around, setting his hands on the tops of her thighs. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead and could taste it on her.

“Okay, stop… stop!” Chie finally managed to gasp and push Yu’s head away. “I’m… really sensitive.”

As soon as his head was free, Yu managed to quell the urge to dive back in anyway, trading it for the urge to unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants. Chie’s eyes locked on the bulge in his pants, followed a second later by the bulge in his boxers. There was a solid wet spot at the tip.

“This is happening…” Chie unbuttoned her skirt but kept her shirt on. “Oh god, this is happening.”

Yu got his cock free and her eyes stayed stuck on it, then glanced back to the door finally with an almost guilty look. He was so hard it hurt. His head had turned almost blood red and leaked clear pre-cum steadily. As he crawled between her legs, Chie put a hand over her pussy.

“Wait a sec,” She looked at him worriedly. “I don’t have any… do you…”

It took him a second to realize she was talking about protection. He shook his head. Even if he had a condom, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to get it on without tearing it. She looked down at his cock guiltily for a second, then back up at him, then to the door.

“Just… pull out, okay?” Chie pulled her hand away and clutched at the hem of her shirt nervously. “If my parents find pills in my room…”

Yu leaned over her and kissed her for a moment, then she pushed his chest away and turned her face back toward the door, chewing her lip nervously. He undid the buttons of her shirt enough to let her small breasts free, kissing them instead. Then he slid the head of his cock against her slit and eased it in. Chie stiffened and took a slow breath in. It hadn’t been an easy stretch the first time, but it was getting easier.

His mind lit up like it was on fire at the feeling of being inside of her. The tip of his cock felt as numb as his face, but the rest of his member was wrapped in warm, tight wetness that made him shudder back. He bent his head down and went back to kissing her breasts. His hips started to move almost on their own, finding an angle to thrust he wouldn’t have thought existed, and finding a way to thrust pretty fast too.

“Hey… easy,” Chie took a quicker, more nervous breath, grabbing a handful of his hair. “Go fast, just… go easy too.”

It barely registered. As Yu kept thrusting, it felt like his body was catching on fire. The release of actually being inside of her made him realize how nearly it had felt like he was going to pass out before. His thrusting embodied the desperation that he’d been feeling. Like he was suddenly gasping for air after holding his breath. His hands squeezed at Chie’s chest as he wrapped his lips around one of her brown nipples. This, somehow, didn’t even feel like enough. His brain was playing tricks on him. Like a dumb animal. He needed, somehow, to be fucking her more than he was. Owning her body in some more complete way. As his teeth closed firmly around her nipple, Chie gave a breathy little hiss and slapped his shoulder playfully.

He shifted his hips, getting more on top of her, thrusting down and not forward. When she turned to look at him again his face was directly above hers, and he pressed their lips together. She gave an annoyed little grunt that turned into a panting, stifled moan as he kept thrusting. Her eyes kept straining to find the door again, but she couldn’t crane her neck right while still kissing him. She pressed her hands into his shoulders to push him up, but he grabbed her wrists and wrapped his fingers in hers, pinning both hands down into the bench. Her eyes narrowed a moment before he started to rock his hips, pushing himself up as well as in while he thrusting. Then her eyes closed and rolled back. Golden, glittery dust was raining down around her like snow.

She caught him by surprise when she lifted her feet up off of the bench and set her legs around his hips. Not quite locking him with her ankles, but definitely holding him in place. They were both panting in each other’s faces. It might have been a turn-off, smelling each other’s breath with each thrust, but they both smelled more like each other than anything else. Each other’s sweat, each other’s breath. Yu’s glasses slid off of his face and clattered onto the bench beside her.

It came first as a sort of quiver in his hips, then as a jerk and catch in his thrusting. It felt like his balls were going to pop as they slapped against her, pressure building and building, making him clumsy but more ****. Then something like a rumbling, frightened sensation in his gut. Then, finally, like a teetering on the edge before he finally lost control. No part of his mind was thinking of pulling out.

Yu’s hips slapped down into Chie’s and rocked forward, her legs around him still as his cock twitched and swelled before bursting. Chie’s eyes opened again, narrowed but unfocused. Her hands clenched his enough to hurt. Her pussy was a sopping mess, squeezing around him as his balls pumped and pumped, slowly emptying. His eyes were watering. It wasn’t even that the feeling was that good, it was the relief that was that palpable, the desperation he was getting out of him that powerful. He collapsed a little, arms starting to shake as the pressure and numbness in his head let up, ever so slightly.

When it was finally over, he lay forward just a bit, letting Chie’s hands and lips free. She glanced nervously up toward the door, then rubbing his back a moment before putting his glasses back on his face. As he propped himself on his elbow to look at her, she slugged him in the shoulder.

“You idiot,” She murmured. Golden dust had fallen around her head like a halo. “You’re paying for those pills, you know.”

He sighed and scratched his head apologetically. They both sat up. Chie slipped on her skirt and re-buttoned her shirt. Yu pulled his pants back on. Both of their shirts were sweaty enough to be uncomfortable, but probably not enough to be hard to explain. She fixed her hair for a moment. As he glanced between her legs, he could see his seed starting to trickle ever so slightly out of her, glinting gold.

She reached for her panties to wipe it up, but his hand found them first and he slipped them into his jacket pocket before standing up and giving an exaggerated stretch. Chie scowled at him and flushed, then stood up, adjusted herself one final time, and elbowed him playfully on the way out.

“You did still get outsmarted by a big flower,” She muttered, then took off laughing when he went to elbow her back.

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