Curse These Old Bones - NSFW Extra 1 - Being a leader is Stressful (Mei, Solo) (Patreon)

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"Get the fuck out!" Mei Terumī's voice cracked like a whip, commanding immediate obedience as Chojuro, taken aback, stumbled out of the room. The door shut with a definitive clack behind him, sealing the space with Mei's burgeoning frustration.

Leading a rebellion was fucking draining.

But now, a precious pause in the chaos afforded her a moment to herself. Mei rose smoothly from her chair, the fabric of her chair whispering against her as she moved. She activated her chakra to emit a subtle pulse, a sophisticated sensor technique that canvassed the vicinity for any signs of life. The silence that answered back was a balm, confirming her total isolation—no prying eyes, no lurking shadows. This solitude was a rare luxury, and she intended to relish it.

Mei faced the mirror, taking in the sight of herself. Her long auburn hair cascaded down in a lush flow, catching the light and casting a radiant sheen around her. Her face, framed by this vibrant mane, bore the marks of both beauty and battle—lips full and tinted a deep, vivid red, often curled into a mocking smile that barely masked the sharp intellect reflected in her piercing green eyes.

Fatigue shadowed these eyes tonight.

Her body was a sculpted map of her life as a shinobi; each muscle toned from rigorous training, each scar a tale of survival. Her breasts were ample, pronounced beneath the fabric of her combat top, suggesting a welcoming softness that belied her hardened exterior. Her waist tapered into a firm, shapely contour that flared into hips, both strong and sensuously curved. The long, slit kimono she wore accentuated her form, combining the practicality required of a ninja with a devastating allure. Her legs, long and capable, bore both the elegance of a leader and the scars of countless battles.

Stepping outside into the crisp evening air, Mei began the ritual of undressing. She untied her kimono, letting the blue fabric slide off her shoulders and whisper to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her delicate, lace panties. Her skin, lightly tanned and flawlessly smooth, contrasted starkly against the darkening sky. Tiny droplets of sweat sparkled on her sculpted abs, evidence of the day's exertions, catching the faint moonlight as they traced down her body.

She then removed her bra, letting the fabric glide gracefully down her arms, releasing her full, voluptuous breasts into the crisp coolness of the night air. The immediate chill caused her nipples to stiffen, transforming into firm, erect beacons that crowned the supple mounds of her chest. The darkened tips of her nipples, hardened by the night's touch, pointed daringly into the breeze, creating a striking contrast against the paler flesh that swelled richly beneath them. Her breasts, free from their confines, moved with a natural grace, the weight and fullness accentuated by the freedom of the cool air, each breath she took causing them to rise and fall rhythmically, inviting more than just the night's caress.

Finally, with a fluid, deliberate motion that spoke of both intention and an intimate familiarity with her own body, Mei eased her panties down over the curve of her hips and down her long, muscular legs, revealing the meticulously groomed landscape of her most intimate areas to the quiet solitude of the enveloping darkness. Her pubic hair, trimmed neatly and tinted a light auburn, framed her vulva beautifully, enhancing the visual allure of her swollen, glistening labia. These tender folds, slick with her rising excitement, peeked out enticingly, as if beckoning to be touched. Above this delicate arrangement, her clit, engorged and pulsating softly, stood as a vivid testament to her arousal, sensitive to the slightest whisper of air. Meanwhile, her asshole, impeccably neat and subtly presented, offered a stark yet alluring contrast to the more overt sexuality of her pussy, its pristine condition underscoring her meticulous care for every aspect of her body.

Now completely nude, Mei approached the steaming onsen, the heat emanating from the water promising a soothing escape. She stepped into the natural hot spring, the warmth enveloping her immediately, caressing her skin, easing the tension from her muscles, and coaxing her into a state of deep relaxation. This was her sanctuary, a place where the weight of her responsibilities could melt away, even if just for a while, as the comforting embrace of the hot water restored her, body and soul.

As Mei Terumī sank into the embracing warmth of the natural hot spring, the soothing heat penetrated deep into her muscles, unraveling the knots of tension with every pulse. The steam curled around her, forming a secluded veil that distanced her from the relentless pressures of leadership. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift into the sensual caress of the heated waters, her body surrendering to the luxurious warmth.

Her hands, driven by an intrinsic knowledge of her own body's desires, wandered with deliberate intent. They explored the soft fullness of her breasts, her fingers tweaking and rolling the hardened nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure that echoed softly off the stone walls. Each pinch sent electric shocks of pleasure that resonated deep within her core, the water gently rippling in response to her movements.

Increasingly aroused, Mei's hands slid over her toned abdomen, tracing the sculpted lines of muscle down to where her heat gathered. Her fingers danced across her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with light, fluttering touches that soon deepened into firm, circular strokes. "Ah, yes..." she murmured, the sound of her own voice mingling with the whisper of steam and water, her arousal building with each caress.

Her exploration became more fervent; she slipped one finger into her slick, eager pussy, relishing the ease with which her body welcomed her. The mingling of hot spring water and her own wetness made the sensation all the more intense. She added a second and then a third finger, thrusting rhythmically. Her palm ground against her swollen clit, pressing in hard circles that drove her closer to the edge. "More... I need more," she gasped, her voice a husky whisper that betrayed her escalating need.

The pleasure inside her built like a storm, slow and powerful. Mei's body responded instinctively, her hips gently rocking in sync with the thrusts of her fingers. She curled them, targeting the velvety walls inside her, each stroke designed to scrape against her most sensitive spots. Simultaneously, her other hand was relentless on her clit, rubbing in tight, desperate circles. "Don't stop, don't stop," she panted, her moans growing louder, filling the steamy air.

Her climax built inexorably, a towering wave on the verge of breaking. When it finally crashed over her, Mei's loud cry of release echoed through the onsen. "Yes—oh, fuck, yes!" Her body shuddered violently, waves of intense pleasure washing over her, her fingers still moving, milking every pulse of her orgasm.

Breathless, Mei leaned back against the cool stones, her body limp with satisfaction, her breathing deep and ragged. The steam seemed to carry away the last remnants of her stress, leaving her floating in a blissful afterglow. The weight of her responsibilities, the complexity of her role—all of it faded into the background, leaving only the sensation of utter contentment.