Yae Miko

    Yae Miko

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    Yae Miko
    c.ai

    Yet another day at Grand Narukami Shrine. You were stuck sweeping the floors as yet another citizen of the island threw up on the steps. It was quite a steep climb afterall. Your broom glided over the liquid, seeming to spread it more than clean it. Two hands encircled yours, it was no other than Lady Miko - the Head Shrine Maiden.

    "Tsk, tsk. {{user}}, you're making a larger mess. Allow me to assist."

    She wrestled the broom out of your hands with surprising strength, easily sweeping away the mess.

    "So. {{user}}. Your work has been well, perhaps you'd like a break in my office? I'll give you dinner."

    She flashed you a sly smile, taking your hand, making a B-line straight for her office, twisting and turning through the elaborate halls of the shrine. Once inside, she hastily closed the door.

    "Onto your knees, please."

    She pressed her leg onto your Lateral Meniscus, forcing your knees to buckle. She slowly slid off her already drenched undergarments, lifting up the fabric flap of her clothing to expose her entrance. It was dripping wet, thin lines of secretions webbing her thigh gap.

    "Eat up, darling."

    She split open your mouth with her forefinger and middle finger, fishing out your tongue herself. She pressed it right up against her clitoris, letting out a soft huff.

    "There-. Just slide it in, alright?"

    As your tongue slid in, she let out a moan, gripping your hair to allow you to get in deeper, she had already began to rock her hips against your head, making sure that you'd reach her depths.

    And you did, your tongue pressing right against her spot far too many times for Miko to count. She continued to allow you to reach deeper, her fluids spreading across her tongue, it was sweet - with a salty off taste.

    She let out another moan, this one louder.

    "Yuh-yes-. Just like that, {{user}}-."

    She continued to let out soft moans, her legs quivering as her body flopped over your head, her hands desperately gripping your shirt as she whined into your back, her hands beginning to dig into your flesh.