miko + sword

In the expanded places of Gensokyo, the home of the taoists, Toyosatomimi no Miko found herself all alone. Soga of Tojiko said she's investigating the nearby forest, and Futo of Mononobe was taken to some kind of trip together with Seiga.
"No doubt the wicked hermit has found a new 'interesting' person or object to show her," she thought.
Speaking of objects, Miko's thoughts wondered to the very shikaisen ritual she went through, a ritual to place your soul in an object, and achieve resurrection by transforming the object into a new body, and one's old body into the very same object.
"I had remarkable lucidity during my years asleep, I wonder if Futo has memories of it, as well," she wondered.
Miko's object of choice had been her ceremonial sword, the Sword of Seven Stars. Her new body was forged from such a weapon, and her old body had become it.
"Come to think of it, I have not cared for this sword for over a millennia, perhaps I should clean it," she reasoned.
She prepared a damp cloth within one of the rooms of the expanded places, and unfastened the scabbard. She placed her hand on the hilt, and wondered how hermit magic is capable of turning her own body, into an exact replica of a now-legendary sword. She unsheathed the blade without much care.
As she drew the blade, her own body shivered violently, but without pain, and forced Miko on her knees with a loud and suggestive moan, a strong vibration resonating through her being. This is not just a sword, it's still her own body, the connection remains. Had the ritual failed somehow, or is this normal? Does Futo also experience this? One more try.
She gently and slowly pulls on the hilt with only two fingers, rather than a closed fist, slowly drawing the blade. Miko exhales deeply, as she can feel the friction between the old blade and the insides of her own scabbard. A quiet moan escapes her lips only for just a moment before the noble forcibly shuts her mouth, unable to trap the noise entirely. She takes a look at the blade, her indecent expression reflected, now aware of her own desires.
Desires, a cloud of desires had formed and gathered to her once, greedy desires, others simply wishing a long life as well as desires for love. To prevent Gensokyo from being overpopulated by these human constructs, Miko had absorbed them, now occasionaly clouded by distracting thoughts.
Feeling this nice with an external body is not so undesirable, she is now set on her goal, Toyosatomimi no Miko, the True Administrator, will clean her sword.
As she finished drawing her sword, she sits in a meditative pose, the sword horizontally in front. She places the damp cloth around the back of the blade near the base, and begins to slide it. She slides it up, a muffled moan fills the room, and down, her lips now opened and the room even noisier. Miko leans back on the wall, an unfitting posture for a noble, and increases the pace. A certain body part has demanded Miko's attention in addition to her sword, her royal garb now stained. Without thought, she presses the ornamental bottom of the hilt against her apex, and continues swiping the cloth across the blade, now glistening.
What would Soga think if she saw her leader like this, masturbating with her shikaisen object used as a phallus completing Prince Shoutoku's form? Seiga might even enter through any wall or perhaps even the floor, and Futo might be with her.

Futo's object is a plate, if she still retains her connection as Miko does, then how would Futo react when her plate is

touched,
Miko whispers Futo's name,
washed,
Miko slides down and lies on her back with the sword pointing at the ceiling,
filled,
the hilt digs deeper as if to respond to the word,
drunk from,
her hips raise in climax as she twists the sword, grinding it into herself, an indecent nasal moan is heard. The waves within Miko do not last long and eventually die out.

"I have returned, oh True Administrator!" Futo bursts into the room, and only later spotting her leader on the floor, sword unsheathed by her side.
"Attackers?! Toyosatomimi no Miko has already been defeated! Where are you, adversaries, show yourselves, and I'll show you the way of the Tao!"
"Nothing happened!" Miko gets on her feet, trying to subtly hide any indecencies. "In fact, it was a stalemate, I had managed to force them to flee, I was just taking a rest after battle." She quickly spins some lies.
"We have fearsome foes, my leader, to be able to force themselves into the expanded places, and push you to the very limit! I'll show them a true inferno!" Futo responds, unaware of the blushing she has caused.
"More importantly, I have a question to you, Futo, regarding the shikaisen ritual..."