Shinjū - by PM2K (M/F, erotic, consensual, submersion, fatal)

[PM2K]

New story by me.

Shinjū - by PM2K
The note had been placed carefully, its kanji unmistakable.
“Come,” it reads, “you know where.”
Later that day, Saito, the woodcutter's son, dressed in humble clothes, had been busy in the forest, cutting and sawing and gathering like the rest. When the afternoon break came, when the sun was at its hottest, he saw his chance and while everyone else dozed after the meal, he slips away.
His heart beats faster, encouraging the young man to dash past the forest and into the tall grasses which mark the start of the marshlands. The land becomes spongy and wet under his bare feet, but it does little to deter him.
Finally, after an eternity, he pushes through the reeds to the familiar place. A colorful shape is seen through the swaying reeds, its femininity unmistakable.
“Maiko?” Saito's voice is barely a whisper, but for some reason he dare not speak any louder. At first, only the sound of the rushes can be heard, stirred up by the soft summer breeze.
“Here...”

The voice is gentle, kind. Saito's heart begins to hammer in his chest as he moves slowly through the thick curtain of marsh grass. There, standing along the edge of the green is Maiko. She is dressed in her best kimono, a bright green swirl of flowers and silk, held together with a white sash. Her jet black hair is cut short to her ear lobes, with a straight edge parallel with her thin eyebrows. Fancy clogs cover her feet, exposing her elegant toes to the warm air.
“Oh.... Maiko...” Saito says, overwhelmed.
“Saito...” she replies, her eyes sparkling. “I'm so glad you could come...”
“Maiko... I would have walked across burning coals for you...” he says with a flourish.
She laughs, a pleasant sound, not unlike wind chimes. His dramatics are a comfortable old joke between them. She watches him straighten up. He is a good head taller than she, his hair dark and shoulder length and tied back. His body is hard, his eyes kind and warmhearted.
Their eyes lock. Instantly, they are lost in feelings of love, tinged with the heat of passion. Their smiles fade.
“There is no way? No way to...” Saito speaks low and slow.
Maiko shakes her head slowly in response.
“By the time of the full moon, I will be his wife...” she says softly. “I have no say in it... You know that...”

“I still cannot accept that!” Saito says, anger and frustration welling up. “He is older than your father! He is a despicable man! And the stories! The things he does to women...”
“Are stories... nothing more... so says my father...” Maiko says, but her tone suggests she believes otherwise.
“Then let us run, then...” Saito says. “Far away from here. I can only offer you a humble life, but we'd be together...”
Maiko looks at him gently, and holds his hand. She shakes her head sadly.
“You know that's impossible...” she says softly. “My father would kill me for dishonoring the family, and my whole clan would suffer. Not to mention yourself and your family.”
“But we could head to the northern provinces...”
“It wouldn't matter...” Maiko says. “Both my clan and... his... would leave no stone unturned to find me, just to satisfy their sense of honor. Their reach is long. Too long. No... there is only one way out for me... one escape...”
She reaches inside her kimono and extracts a long, thin bladed knife with a wooden handle. Saito gasps, shaking his head.
She smiles before he can say a word. “No... not this way.... I always hated the idea of stabbing myself...” So saying, she drops the weapon onto the mud. “My father would consider me a coward, if he knew...”
Saito looks at her, confused.
Maiko smiles again, and approaches him, slowly.

“You recognize this place? Back when we were children?”
“Yes...” Now Saito finds himself smiling. “We used to catch frogs around here... until...” His eyes widen as a memory hits him.
Maiko nods. “Yes... that day when you saved my life from the sinking sands...”
Saito shudder. He remembers that squeal of terror from 10 years ago as Maiko found herself being swallowed up by the sand bed. She was nearly chin deep when he found her... it took all of his effort to drag her to solid ground again...
“The sands are over there,” she says, sweeping her right arm slowly over a wide patch of shallow, grass covered water. “Since that day, I always dreamed of them.... waiting for my return...”
Saito looks at Maiko. He sees her eyes glisten with tears, but there is no sense of fear or regret in her comments. Just one of inevitability... and perhaps of anticipation.
“You.... wouldn't... would you?” Saito asks, already regretting the question. It is apparent she has made her mind up.
“There is no way I would marry that terrible old man... even if the union will benefit our clans....” Maiko says, a hint of steel wrapped in the soft tones of her voice. “There is no way I will make myself available to him... the way I have done so for you...”
Saito blushes. He remembers that moment on the riverbank several months ago... meeting her, sobbing, driven by despair with the news she was to marry someone other than the one she loved since childhood... holding her... then getting enveloped by the folds of her kimono to discover the soft treasures within...
It had been their first time, and her passionate cries melted his heart as she held him close...
“That's one thing the old bastard won't get...” she had said afterwards. Drunk in the afterglow, they both laughed at the comment, then made love for the second and third times that day...

Now, the present, for this... what Saito now realizes would be their last day together.
“My dear Saito...” she says, gently stroking his cheek. “I would have no other here with me... to share this moment...”
“Maiko... I...” but then his voice trails off as he stares at the loving expression she is giving him.
She steps back, and out of her clogs, pressing her bare feet into the soft clay which lines the marshy area. Then she reaches behind herself and undoes the kimono's sash...
The garment falls to her feet, flowing off of her petite, curvy form like water. Saito has seen her naked before, but each time always left him breathless. She is a stunning creature... everything perfectly formed... her breasts small but well rounded and firm... her belly slightly rounded... her legs long and lean. A small dark tangle of pubic hair marks her womanhood, which he sees glistens with anticipation.
Maiko reaches out towards Saito, smiling widely through the tears trickling down her face.
“Make love to me...” she says, her voice breaking slightly from emotion. “Please...”

Saito hesitates for but a moment, then shrugs off his clothing and rushes at her... Toppling, they kiss hard... wet, hungry kisses... Their coupling is fierce... animalistic. He holds her tight and enters her smoothly... she wraps her legs around him and squeezes tightly, both inside and out. He is rougher than he usually is, driven by passion... she meets him just as violently, matching him thrust for thrust... her teeth drawing blood from his shoulder as they thrash around...
Saito explodes within Maiko's wet furnace, so much so she overflows... In reaction, she clamps down hard on him as she lets out howling cries of pleasure. They roll over so she is on top, straddling him, using her pelvis to milk him dry... He glides his calloused hands along the length of her sweat-slick body to grasp handfuls of breast, squeezing them hard, feeling her nipples stiffen under his palms...
Maiko bounces and thrashes and twists like a woman possessed, her head thrown back, mouth open, voice incoherent between shuddering gasps. She digs her hands into Saito's chest, clawing him like some savage cat-demon. Nearly spent, she falls prone upon him, and continues to move, but in a slower, more grinding manner, sliding her body along the length of his, savoring the feeling of his hot sweaty flesh pressing hard into her own...
He in turn strokes her flanks, then grasps her buttocks, kneading them as their muscles flex beneath his hands. Their mouths suck on each other as long as they can before being forced to break contact to draw in more air... their kisses becoming a series of wet smacks and slurps....

Then, Saito arches his back, and wraps his arms around the small of her back, crushing her tight to him. She arches her back, giving him a great view of her breasts, which drip with sweat, and the pair climax together... Maiko thrashes around as she feels herself fill with hot gushes of semen, his penis erupting like a volcano. She lets out a series of cries and moans as her insides shudder and twist...
Saito utters a loud groan, feeling Maiko's sodden insides clamp down on him, nearly to the point of hurting. She has never been this passionate before...
After, she lies on top of him, using her intimate muscles to hold his manhood inside her. Maiko looks into Saito's eyes, and they both exhale together, a sound which makes the pair of them giggle. They kiss gently, Maiko stroking Saito's face with her smooth hands, both aware of each others flesh pressing against one another.
She rocks her hips gently in place, and over the course of time teases several more quieter climaxes out of him. The pair shudder and gasp in the aftershocks, then finally, totally wrung out, they melt into each others embrace, unable to move.
“Gods... I wish this moment would last forever...” Saito finally says, just as Maiko slowly rolls off, releasing him from their bond with a wet, sucking sound. She sits on the firm clay, and smiles sadly.
Then she stands...

“Maiko?” he utters, watching her walk towards the marsh. He sees clearly where she is heading, but says nothing.
She turns, then, her body still glistening with sweat and sex, fluids running down the inside of her thighs. She looks at him, an insistence in her eyes. He finds himself unable to move, and just stares as, slowly, she turns away and continues to walk slowly, her hips swaying hypnotically. Knowing she is walking to her death somehow makes this moment all the more erotic, and Saito is struck by how much he loves and desires her.

Maiko feels the tepid waters slosh over her feet and ankles, the sand beneath her soles warm and greasy. She sees the tufts of marsh grass sway in response to her movements, and senses the ground begin to shake and shudder under her footsteps.
The sand begins to flow over her feet, and she finds the going getting difficult. It takes increasing effort to extract herself from the sucking grains, which has become a slushy mix of sand and clay. Memories of her earlier encounter with the quicksand bed return, and Maiko feels herself begin to shiver with anticipation.
Just a little further.... just a little...
Maiko gasps in surprise as her feet suddenly slide under, dragging her shins with them. Shifting her hips, she leans on her left leg in an effort to extract her right from the sucking grip of the quicksand, determined to go out further, towards where she senses is the heart of the deadly pit. Instead, her right leg remains immobile as her left slips deeper, then takes the plunge itself.
So... Maiko thinks, looking down at the quivering sand holding onto her naked limbs. Her buried feet sense nothing solid beneath them, just like that time ten years ago, except, surveying her position, she now realizes she has walked out a great deal further than that time when she was nearly swallowed by the sand.
Maiko smiles thinly. This spot, then, will be my bottomless grave...

She is up to her knees in the slimy sand when she hears a splashing sound. Looking over her shoulder, she sees Saito struggling to reach her... Her eyes fill with tears, and she smiles.
Their clothing in his arms, Saito fights against the suction of the greedy sand, but manages by half crawling, half swimming to Maiko, who is slipping slowly deeper into the gently bubbling sand with each moment. Partway there, he takes a moment to push his rough clothing and Maiko's silken kimono deep under the sand, then continues crawling.
Grasping her bare shoulders, Saito positions himself in front of her, and points his feet downwards. Rocking his hips, he is able to sink down close to her level. When the sand reaches their crotches, she wraps her arms around and pulls him close to her.

“Thank you...” Maiko says, and kisses Saito. He in turn grasps her under her arms and lifts her up, positioning her so he can slide his erection into her... She shudders with pleasure, shifting her pelvis and opening her thighs to allow his penis access to her deepest areas.
“I'm.... ugh...impressed you can still do that...” she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “I would have thought I had worn you out...”
“I swear... when you are in a mood, you could wear out a bull...” he says, smiling back. “Fortunate for you, I am stronger than any bull...”
They laugh, even as they feel the quicksands flow over their hips and ring their waists, sealing them against each other. Saito feels Maiko's breasts crush against his chest, her nipples hard. Her chin is close to the base of his throat, and she can sense his heartbeat through her own skin.
Maiko wishes she could wrap her legs around him, and pull him close, but the quicksand is now holding them firmly in place, leaving her unable to move them. All she can do is rock against him, clamping herself around his stiff penis to the rhythm as she does so. Small ripples of pleasure begin to be generated by the gentle friction, and Saito's quickening breathing tells Maiko their restricted lovemaking is effective.

The thick, soupy sand quavers and shudders in time with their slow movements, its surface slowly working its way up their bodies as it devoured them. The quicksand reaches the small of their backs, oozing its gritty self between their bellies and lower chests... Maiko cries out as she climaxes, her innards twisting in a familiar way, relishing the hot slippery feeling of Saito's fluids squirting within her...
The couple sink deeper... deeper... deeper... deeper into the hungry quicksand... both submerged into each others flesh even as they are slowly sucked under...
Saito pushes his hands deep into the sands, forcing them past the thick slurry to grasp Maiko's shapely buttocks, enjoying the way they squirm in his grip... She reciprocates, both knowing they will never be able to free their arms from the sand, even if they wanted to...
Chest deep now, unable to move because of the weight of the sand surrounding them, Saito looks down on Maiko, who meets his gaze and smiles sweetly. Quicksand has started to flow between her breasts as it surrounds their shoulders, bubbling softly.

“Saito...” she says, suddenly quiet. Saito looks at her, seeing her serious expression. He nods, his gaze encouraging her to speak further.
“Thank you so much... for being here.... for being with me... all this time...” she says, her eyes wet. “You... made it bearable...”
Saito smiles gently, then kisses her.
“Thank you for being you...” he manages to say, “for letting me share your life... and making mine matter.”
The sand flows over her bare shoulders and surrounds her neck. He bends down, and kisses her again. This time, she opens her mouth, encouraging him to push in his tongue. They kiss hard now, sucking frantically, passionately. Deep below the sand, he remains inside her, and feels her pulsing muscles clamp down as she tries to milk one more dose of his semen out of him.
Saito moans in her mouth as he manages to comply with her body's urgent request, rewarded with her trembling against him, her sand-trapped hand squeezing him tight, pulling him close. He does the same...
Their kiss breaks as Maiko sinks to her chin, the quicksand swirling slowly around her upturned face. Saito feels a thick collar of sand form around the base of his neck. Both are breathing hard.
“I think this is it... my love...” she gasps. Maiko cannot hear her own words clearly now, her ears stopped up with liquid sand. She sputters, trickles of quicksand beginning to flow into her mouth.
“Goodbye...”

Saito bends over once more, forcing a small wave of sand to flow over Maiko's chin. Their lips lock, and Saito feels quicksand pressing around Maiko's face. He tries to force himself under, to join her at the same time, but she is quicker...
Their lips break contact one last time as he feels the sand shudder and press against the underside of his chin. He sees Maiko's eyes widen just as her nose slips under, the sand bubbling fiercely in front of her sunken nostrils. He holds her close as her body thrashes, fighting for air, her eyes filled with fear... and excitement.
Saito sinks past his mouth as the rest of Maiko vanishes... her dark eyes close and are covered by a flood of slimy sand... her hair reduced to a tuft of black threads floating briefly in a patch of churning sand. They slide under just as Saito's nose fills with suffocating sand.
I'm coming, Maiko... just wait for me...

Saito slips under quickly, and holds the still warm body of Maiko tight to himself as they are surrounded everywhere in the darkness by thick, flowing sand. He can feel her heart hammering against his chest, matching his own. She squirms against him in her death throes, her heart and motions slowing as the sand forces the last of her breath out of her naked form as they continue to sink into bottomless depths. Sensing this, Saito releases his own breath, opening his mouth to let the sand flow into his belly and lungs... bearing through the agony... determined to join with Maiko in the afterlife...
Before the last spark of life is smothered from him, Saito gets a glimpse of Maiko's face.... it is bright, smiling and welcoming. With his spirit soaring, he rushes to meet her...

The shuddering mass of sand bubbles and churns for a time, then falls still. Slowly, the two sets of footprints pressed into the quicksand's surface melt and fade, erasing the last traces of Saito and Maiko.

[DJlurker]

Another excellent story from you, PM2K!

[Person 5]

Awesome story!

[velocity88]

As usual, you have delivered! Ah, star-crossed love. May fate always place it in the vicinity of non-Newtonian surfaces.