Victim of Circumstance: Purposeful Plum Blossom

REVAMPED 11/15/2023 -- The most updated story contents will be available for print and ebook by December 15, 2023 on Amazon (link to come: please be aware this version, while highly rated, is lacking details)

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Despite many obstacles challenging Umeko’s emotional, physical, and spiritual strength, she refuses to quit on finding a way to help the fallen moon god return to the Divine Realm.

Each day the 18-year-old, massacre survivor learns more about her savior/consequential master who carries a reputation for unstoppable power, bizarre tactics, and a devastating appetite.

Having been banished from Takamagahara, the Heavens, for being wrongfully accused of killing another god, Tsukiyomi’s “mortal” flesh has fallen prey to the evil manipulation of a formidable dragon yokai.
As emotions grow uncontrollably strong over a pearlescent-skinned host infected by an otherworldly sickness, the young woman finds even more complicated emotions developing for the most unlikely, fellow servant.

Finding it hard to keep environmental influences from poisoning her heart with unparalleled lust and insatiable curiosity, Umeko fights to navigate the pleasures of life without becoming a victim of her own, unfortunate circumstance. . .


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She rocks gently in her bed, spreading her legs further apart as the coolness of the room teases her moistening, hot skin. Filling her left hand with the soft, sensitive flesh of her naked bosom, the girl slides her right hand to her groin. Cupping delicate folds, aching to be spread, her hips buck gently into her own touch when a fingertip slips into her center of arousal. Her back arches slightly, the heat of her entrance enveloping and drawing in the the solitary digit for more. Biting back a quiet moan, she relaxes into the motions of her body's desires and explores her clenching insides before guiding its slickness over her clit. Her nub swells in arousal, her body jolting as the roughness of her coated index slides into it.

Umeko panics when she hears a sound at the door. Right as she withdraws her hands and sits up, Tsukiyomi walks through the door and it closes behind him. She stares at him in shock and awe, gripping her robe shut unaware of what to do or say. He sashays to the futon in a silk, black robe to his ankles with red and orange flames that ember into feathers down the sleeves. Staring down at her blankly, he kneel into the comfort of the bed and crawls over to her; his loose, cerulean locks slip over his shoulder as he moves in on his target.

His sudden approach startles her into gasping his name when he brings his face close to hers and breathes in her scent.

"Tsukiyomi-sama, I--!"

He takes her hand and raises it to his mouth, her words followed by silence as he laps her juice from her flesh languidly slow. The invariant gaze of his mystical eyes remains on her face as he tastes her arousal, Umeko's groin pulsing from every feel of his tongue winding and rolling against the nerve endings of the pads of her fingers. The linen of her garb feels constricting against her erogenous zones as she breathes quietly, struggling to withhold the fire inside her yearning for his attention.

"I could feel you; such a curious sensation," between tender pecks over knuckles and thumbs, "Were you thinking of me?" His stoic, silver blue gaze examines.