CHAPTER 425: ARC 6, CHAPTER 41: BLURRING OF THE HEART

*Warning, Chapter containssmut.*

"What?" Jotou swung open the door, rubbing her palm over an eye—only for her expression to change. Her brows knitted and she examined the drowsy figure in front of her.

It was Hotaru. Her hand was still flat against the door from the last knock she made and her head hung low, drifting from side to side. With an audible gulp, she tilted her head back and managed to face Jotou with larger than usual pupils.

One of Jotou’s eyebrows raised, "Can I help you with something...?"

"Oh, I need sssomething, really reawlly badly," she said with a woozy fanged smile and multiple pauses in between.

Jotou blinked a few times till she felt a throbbing in her forehead, "Yeah, I’m not a big fan of people knocking on my door drunk, so hopefully you find what you need on your own," she began to close the door.

"People? I’m not jussst people," Hotaru lumbered forward and stuck her foot through the gap. "Don’t just leave me out hereee, all alone and cold," she whinged with her face squished against the doorframe.

The blonde’s face contorted and she clenched her fists at the same time she pouted. Jotou sighed, "You’re not cute," she opened up the door and took the redhead by the arm to let her in before shutting the door.

Hotaru smiled deliriously and spun around with her arms out. "I love youuu," her tail wagged before- "Ugh," she fell on her rear end, hitting the base of her tail. The pain would probably register in the morning...

Jotou narrowed her eyes and yanked Hotaru up onto her feet, "Don’t say that right now," she led her to sit on the bed. She poured a glass of water from a pitcher on the nightstand and offered it to the redhead, "You need to sober up."

"I need know what neeed- Dnguhmm."

Jotou put the glass of water against her lips, "The hell did you get wasted for?"

Hotaru gulped it down, then stared at the blonde.

’Like father, like- Gsh.’ She shut herself up in her own mind, not wanting to even think it, much less say it. "You’re better than this," Jotou pursed her lips with a look of disappointment.

"Your hair’s so prettyyy," Hotaru reached out for it, almost hypnotized by the long flowing golden strands that ended in black. Her fingers sifted through her locks smoothly.

Jotou’s eyes glazed over in mild impatience, "Don’t you have a spell- Mmh!"

Hotaru sealed the blonde’s lips with a kiss while holding her head. Jotou protested, but she gradually and confusedly gave in. The redhead’s ears flickered in joy, while the long kiss remained uninterrupted.

Jotou eventually pulled away and looked down at Hotaru. She harshly wiped her lips with the back of her hand and there was a flash of anger in her eyes, "You’re not getting another one while you’re like this."

Hotaru hiccupped while she could not even sit straight. She wobbled, "I love you. Luve youuu, lovvve u," her mutterings were hushed yet audible. It was clear that not much was being understood in her intoxicated state.

Jotou examined her with a sigh. Her corset cords were all undone, but she still wore it for some reason. One long sleeve of her dress looked like it had been splashed with some kind of booze. There was a tear at the hem of her dress and her eyes were puffed up.

"Luv, mmh... the love, houfecat, I wannaa, meh, love youu, juyst yiou..."

The blonde held Hotaru by the chin and slapped her softly, "Stop that."

"Awh," Hotaru drunkenly murmured. One hand tugged on Jotou’s long hair, "Why, whhy... don’t love meeee."

’Well, I’ve got a pretty good reason in front of me.’

"You’re the one who doesn’t want to move on, not me," Jotou sternly replied. "You want me so badly then you’re the one who has to get over it."

Hotaru attempted to kiss her again, but Jotou forced herself away. The redhead wailed, "I..." she squeaked a hiccup. "I know, I kneow, no... you wnna, want Foo-foo... Meko.

You, you love Ahsobi moree. You wanna sssleep whtih them, then go!" she shouted the last word and pointed to the door.

"Ai, ai, ai," Jotou rubbed her temple. "Why the hell am I talking to you. Just go to fucking sleep," she pushed Hotaru over, making her fall onto the bed.

The redhead continued to mutter while Jotou sat at the foot of the bed. Her head ached like hell. With a thumb and a finger she massaged over both her brows while facing the floor with her eyes closed.

She began welling up and sniffled. Her fingers did not even bother to move to clear the tears as they rolled down her cheeks. ’Why...’ She pressed her face into her open palm.

...

...

Hotaru noisily sat back up, one eye open and the other closed.

Jotou glared to the side and rubbed the tears away while scowling. "I said go to sleep, I don’t wanna look at you right now."

"Mhmhm," Hotaru stuck her hand through her dress down her own cleavage.

The blonde took a deep breath and sighed louder.

Hotaru pulled out a flesh-coloured phallic toy out from her breasts, "Ta-da," she slurred.

"Why, how did you even- Ugh, give me that," Jotou reached for it, but Hotaru pulled away. Jotou frustratedly closed the distance and tried to grab the toy away from her, but Hotaru yipped and lunged herself onto Jotou, tumbling into the sheets.

The two wrestled amongst pillows till the redhead rolled on top and sat on Jotou’s stomach while holding the phallic toy above her head in her outstretched hand.

Jotou stared daggers up at her. ’...I can just zap her. It’s not like I can’t push her over either. So, why haven’t I...?’ Dejected, she turned her head to the left and faced away.

While triumphantly waving the toy up in the air, Hotaru’s other hand reached for Jotou’s face, missing a few times until she got ahold of her chin.

Jotou slapped Hotaru’s hand away, "Get off of me."

Hotaru pouted and wobbled back and forth. She hiccupped before squinting forcefully at the blonde’s visage.

’How the hell hasn’t she fallen dead asleep yet.’

The redhead clumsily raised her open hand; her unsteady fingers wriggled and fidgeted till trickles of bluish water formed at her fingertips. Her limp arm was about to fall far from her face.

However, Jotou held the wolf-girl’s wrist up while the spell formed. "Resss, restore, In-in-bition," managing to get the words out, water sprayed onto her face, and she reacted like a cat that got the same treatment.

’Finally.’

"W-what, where, mmh," she held the side of her head. "Jotou? Mmh," she did not say much else beyond light hums. She looked down at the blonde she sat on top of and furrowed her brows, "What am I- What are we doing...?"

"You tell me," Jotou faced her properly now. Hotaru’s lips and tongue still struggled to make a full sentence, her eyes were still dilated and the wobbling from side to side had not stopped. It seemed at least, that she was coherent.

’I guess the spell itself wouldn’t stop you from being drunk, just clear your head.’

The wolf-girl eyed Jotou’s figure through the fabric and her gaze grew hungrier. She lowered her hand and curiously looked at the toy, then back to her.

She let her hand wander up the blonde’s torso, scrunching the fabric of her nightgown as it wriggled itself in between her breasts.

Jotou went silent, feeling her heartbeat meet Hotaru’s palm. The redhead stroked the side of Jotou’s waist with her other hand, making Jotou flinch as the phallic shape poked against her side.

Hotaru pressed gently at first, examining the blonde and probing her for a reaction. "I see." Her hand on the waist now clenched firmly. "Let’s get back to it then, shall we?" she shook her head to flip her ruffled hair back.

"That’s not..." ’You should go to sleep. Say it then, why haven’t I?’ Her mouth was left agape while her left breast was seized by Hotaru to fondle as she pleased.

Hotaru got on top proper and straddled Jotou’s hips. Her crimson tresses came falling down atop the blonde as she leaned down for a kiss, pressing tightly against the one below.

Jotou did not close her eyes at first, smelling the scent of sea dandelions mixed with alcohol, which she could also taste as the redhead’s tongue began invading past her lips.

With each subtle squish Jotou could feel and hear, each attack of Hotaru’s tongue against her own and with each poke of her part-human fangs, slowly the conflicted Jotou let her eyes fall and kissed back.

’I’m wet... I, I really need this.’ Jotou kissed back with fervour, sucking on Hotaru’s lips till they were locked together, resting their tongues in one another’s mouth before they were forced to catch a breath.

Jotou bit the redhead’s lip and tugged on it, prompting Hotaru to bite back and once again trap them in a deep kiss. Their foreheads bumped and pushed against each other, Jotou’s legs widened on the bed while Hotaru forced her weight down on the blonde.

The wolf-girl withdrew her tongue out and kissed Jotou’s chin before giving a lick along her jawline till she met the blonde’s soft ears, of which she nibbled and kissed relentlessly.

Jotou’s cheeks took on a pinkish complexion as she leaned into it. Several heated breaths she released as she could feel Hotaru’s tongue prod and play into her ear, tracing the curves and bends; and the sound alone made her entire body yearned to be touched.

Her body then jerked and a squeaky gasp escaped Jotou’s breath. Hotaru had lowered her mouth to hickey right under the blonde’s ear where her jaw met her neck.

Finally, the redhead’s attack seemed to cease. She raised her head and grinned down at Jotou.

Through red hair curtaining around her, Jotou looked up with her brows knitted; and yet, her lips looked like she was going to lunge for Hotaru’s neck, chin, ears—whatever she fancied to kiss or nibble.

"What’s wrong?" Hotaru’s grin faded away and there was a flash of actual concern briefly.

"...Just fuck me before I change my mind," she replied with a plea.

"Mmh," Hotaru’s ears flickered in amusement. She caressed the blonde’s cheek and slipped a thumb into her mouth.

Jotou accepted and parted her lips to lick around the finger, wrapping around and taking it in to play and tease the redhead.

Hotaru began clumsily undressing herself. She chucked her corset to the floor and nearly teared the collar of her dress while taking out her bra and allowing her breasts to splay out.

The blonde assisted, taking off the other’s dress so that could lustfully take in the sight of her lover in the nude whilst slurping and biting on her thumb.

"That’s a good girl, all worked up for me~" Hotaru pinched the nipples that jutted against the yellow nightgown; the light flowy fabric even revealed the pinkish colour beneath.

Jotou hummed softly around Hotaru’s thumb while the redhead stuffed the toy’s hook side down her quickly dampening undergarment... Till she realized she could just take the panties off first.

She pushed the littler end into herself and sighed. Her tail quivered in delight as she felt the enchantment take hold. Shifting closer up her body, she took her finger out of Jotou’s mouth and replaced it with her shaft.

Jotou’s lips parted without trouble as it slithered down into her throat steadily. Hotaru’s knees pressed into the pillow and her thighs squished around Jotou’s head while she had pushed the toy down her throat till its base.

"I’m gonna fuck you till I’m satisfied~ I’ll put you to the best sleep you’ve had, don’t worry," Hotaru whispered while petting the blonde’s head and weaving into her golden locks.

Slight tears formed in Jotou’s eyes, but with only a few noisy gulps and moans, she took Hotaru’s length without issue while the wolf-woman rocked her hips back and forth, thrusting it in and out of her throat.

Sweet strained moans blew towards the ceiling as Hotaru threw her head back and enjoyed the wet warmth. And Jotou delivered; her tongue was eager to entertain the glans and around the corona of Hotaru’s tip.

Her fangs bit into her lower lip, "Mhhf, I really should keep your face in between my legs more. That tongue of yours just..." she hissed, pushing it all the way down into Jotou’s mouth and kept it there.

Jotou murmured around it, feeling herself choke around the smooth appendage, but Hotaru did not remove it and relished in her body’s reaction.

Saliva drooled past her lips beyond her control and her body started to twist, but she had not gagged quite yet. It was not until Jotou slapped Hotaru’s thigh did she finally ungag her mouth.

The blonde rasped for air, wiping away the spit on her face while the shaft hovering above her dripped with drool. "Turn around," Hotaru commanded.

’Why am I encouraging this...’ Lifting Hotaru slightly till she got up on her own, Jotou flipped herself around onto her hands and knees.

Hotaru crawled towards Jotou’s backside and lifted the hem of her nightgown- "Smack!"

"Mmfh!"

The stinging spank was followed by the redhead groping the shapely behind of her compliant lover. "So wet~" a finger trailed down along her flesh, running a line through her puffed up slit and applying pressure from her inviting entrance, all the way to her pulsating clit.

Jotou pushed herself back against her finger, shamelessly mewling for more as she did. ’What is wrong with me...? Am I that perverted that even when I’m mad or against something, just grabbing my tits and kissing me will convince me otherwise?’

Hotaru’s tongue darted out to lap against her entrance that glistened in arousal.

Jotou’s hand closed into a fist. Occasional sounds of delight hummed against her lips. ’I love you Hotaru. But tonight you’ve just been...’

The redhead’s tongue glided up and licked her other opening.

Jotou’s elbows collapsed with a sudden gasp and her face fell into the bed. Her toes curled and she whined loudly—mainly because Hotaru did not seem to stop.

The wolf-girl parted the blonde’s cheeks and kneaded it before sticking her face in closer. Her tongue was insistent, uncoordinated and probing past the rim till Hotaru’s lips kissed and suckled against her hole.

Jotou felt the face shoved in between her ass and the red hair tumbling over her skin. "You’re, such a, pervert... I swear," she huffed out between breaths while she grappled the side of her own face, filled with guilty pleasure.

Hotaru drifted her tongue upwards till the blonde’s tailbone, raising her head in the same motion. She ogled Jotou’s rear that was all slick and glossy.

In the pause, Jotou caught her breath. Some of her hair was lifted off her shoulders, exposing her back to the air around. Hotaru bunched up the blonde’s hair and pulled on it securely, making Jotou rise and clamber onto her elbows again.

Her fangs glistened watching her being so obedient. She guided the phallic toy towards the blonde’s entrance. "Here?"

"Mhm," Jotou nodded aggressively.

Then Hotaru lined the tip of her shaft a little higher at her other entrance that pulsated elatedly. "Or here~? I’ve never tried this one~" she was already prodding the length into the tight ring of her ass.

Jotou’s shoulders and head rose backwards; only a restrained whimper responded, combined with a slight hint of panic.

Hotaru placed another hand against Jotou’s upper back to push her down while she pushed her hips forward.

Jotou braced herself while her hair was held in a tight grip, as she was gradually pierced by the redhead’s cock. Hotaru let out a low groan while the blonde yelped into aching squeaks.

"Mmm... So tight. Is it me, or are you pulling me in housecat~?" Hotaru wound the blonde’s hair around her hand and gently rocked her hips back and forth.

"Fuck..." was all she could stammer out.

The redhead’s folded ears shuddered at the sound of pleasant sobs. She lowered her hand to rub her fingers against Jotou’s folds and circle her clit. "You like this? You like me being deep in your ass, stretching it out, huh~?" Hotaru pulled on her blonde hair harder.

"Y-yes, please don’t stop, keep going," Jotou breathily begged out loud.

"Good girl~ So needy," Hotaru’s tail swayed. She loosened the grip on her hair slightly, "I love how you get~ You’re so cute; I want you forever," she giggled.

Jotou’s brows knitted and her eyes closed, focusing on the intrusion. The size, the shape, each push and pull—embarrassed she was at how she was letting the redhead do this so easily.

Merely a few minutes passed and the blonde’s hips gave into it, pushing it deeper into herself in sync. It certainly hurt, but she could not deny the orgasm building up, nor the way her opening no longer tensed and instead invited in Hotaru’s shaft.

Sweat glued her bangs to her forehead and formed on her breasts and unsteady thighs. Each smack of Hotaru hips against her behind bounced her forward, only to be yanked back onto her shaft by her hair.

And an hour passed, each reaching a number of climaxes before passing out...