A Warrior Ritual

The way she reacted to the sight of Ieyasu's large member was a normal reaction for a woman of their village. It was something she'd never really thought about but since leaving she'd learned that other women didn't have the same intense sensation. She couldn't really understand that. A strong powerful erection was a sign of the man's virility, the fitness of his potential offspring, and a measure of his physical strength. It was simply natural she should become aroused and experience a euphoric attraction towards it.

She moved in closer to him as she took hold of his prick, trying to conceal their actions from the people passing by as futile as that was. Nonetheless, she delicately worked his shaft, much to his delight. "Spirits, Sayo! I swear I will never get tired of this!"

"I should hope not." she added dryly. She'd rather not have to beg and cajole him to get the seed she relied on. Though should they find Tatsumi, she knew he would never withhold his from her. She looked between them to stare at the column of flesh gazing right back up at her, slick with the transparent fluid that seeped from its slit. Still, she'd mourn the loss because Ieyasu's was perfect. Worshiping it with her mouth was a heady experience.

She directed the cock downward and pushed the head of it past her lips. Her ears picked up his subtle groan and she felt his hands gently rest upon the crown of her head. She pushed forward a bit, her throat flexing from the feeling of the sizeable object slipping deeper into her orifice. Beneath the three inches of cock, her tongue wriggled, trying to work around the hot flesh above it.

“You can take more than that,” Ieyasu said with the utmost confidence in her. His hands slipped to the back of her head and he increased the pressure to ease in the next inch. She moaned and she knew he found the vibrations it caused to his liking. He managed to wedge in the fifth inch, but only barely, the blunt tip nudging against the back of her throat. Sayo stayed in place for a moment, giving her jaw some time to adjust. She'd learned on their journey that having an exceptionally large cock in her mouth generated a pleasure that increased the growing dampness between her thighs. She felt an almost overwhelming need to caress her needy mound.

It was embarrassing but only because of where this was happening. People she didn't know seeing her. Strangers. Strange people of the Capital rather than the friends and family of her village

Slowly, she drew her head back, her fist reclaiming a spot near the base of his cock. Gently, she stroked him a bit as she retained just the engorged tip in her puckered lips. She suckled on it before removing it entirely. The cock now glistened in the sunlight with her spit. It throbbed with life in her hand, and she squeezed it in response. When she slid her fist upward, she massaged the bottom of the head with her thumb.

“Ah, this is great! You loving sucking my cock! Heh! All the village women loving it.” Enthused Ieyasu, ever prideful. Well, there was a lot here to be proud of, she considered, as she lifted his cock straight up and moved her face to his balls to caress and kiss them with her tongue and lips. She felt light headed and euphoric as her nostrils filled with his heavy masculine scent and the proximity of the source of his Warrior Essence that provided her the strength to draw her bow, the keenness of mind and eye to find her target, and the will to defeat and defy her enemies.

Ieyasu took his cock from her and shifted forward, his legs straddling her torso. She was familiar with his intent and tilted her head back as he dragged his sac across her face. Her nipples tingled and ached and her nethers leaked and pulsed at this treatment. This was one of her favorite parts of the Warrior Ritual and she disliked when Ieyasu forgot to include it. She opened her mouth wide and she accepted the one sphere that would fit inside. She sucked at it gently and stroked it with her tongue before Ieyasu lifted it out and she worked to capture the other and bathe it as well.

"Gah! So awesome! I wish Tatsumi were here to see this!" declared her partner and she agreed with the sentiment. There was a reason why the village's warriors were grouped in trios of two males and one female. A proper Warrior Ritual would see her lower lips nursing a manly member while her mouth was similarly occupied, seed from both ends increasing the effect. She really hoped her missing comrade was keeping up with his solitary expulsions for even ever lusty Ieyasu often forgot how often he needed to drain his heavy balls and would no doubt be thoroughly backed up and weakening without her to mind him.

Soon enough she was back to sucking him, bobbing her head enthusiastically, her cheeks going concave as she slurped and swallowed eagerly. She spat it out lewdly and ran her messy lips up and down the side of the shaft, stroking it at the base with one hand while rolling those big nuts in the palm of her other. She could imagine that frothy cum just roiling inside and she wanted it, needed it and she told him so, knowing it would turn him on and make its arrival come sooner, "Give me that juicy cum! I need it Ieyasu! So bad! Spirits! I love it!"

He groaned and she could feel his sac as it began to contract, very aware and practically exultant of what was about to happen as a result of her constant pleasure-giving. His body shivered and he held her head tightly and she went instantly passive. “Ughn, I can’t hold it anymore,” he wheezed, hips involuntarily bucking and the head of his cock pounded against Sayo’s throat and made her gag. She brought both hands to his thighs to brace herself, eyes screwing shut and throat opening to prepare for the ejaculate that would be rushing from him.

And he came and he came and he came and she swallowed and she swallowed. The sensation of his gooey ejaculate rushing down her throat was divine and feeling its sticky warmth fill her stomach was a relief

Soon enough she was getting to her feet as she straitened her clothes. Sayo blushed as she again became aware of all the people passing by on the street. She was thankful that her village's customs hadn't caused as much of a stir as she feared, having heard that they were a great deal more prudish about certain things. She did growl and brandish her bow at a trio of teenage boys younger than her. One had made a rude gesture at her with one hand in his pants. None of his companions were laughing now as they hurriedly went away.

Ieyasu was doing up his pants beside her, looking well satisfied now that his seed had been expelled and new vitality could flow into his body. The orgasm probably helped, she thought wryly and somewhat jealously. On that note, "The next one you fuck my pussy, right?"

He rubbed his jaw and played at being ****, "Heh. Never gets old! But uh... I don't know... I'm thinking I'm going to want to drill one of these city girls... Damn! I could have done that noble girl- Aria! Now she's long gone and I'll never find her in this vast maze of houses!"

She pinched his side, causing him to howl dramatically, "That's fine. Just remember to include me and I get your seed. It doesn't do anything for these soft city folk..."

Ieyasu was typically unfazed, chuckling as he replied, "Yea yea. No problem, Sayo. But that's a few hours yet. Let's get back to finding Tatsumi!"

He charged off without a care and was promptly knocked over by a passing soldier and then stepped on by a laborer struggling underneath a massive burlap sack.

Sayo helped her groaning companion to his feet and pulled him along.