Feudal Japan

[Parliament]

She looks back up directly at the man, lifting her lips from his hands as hers has been kissed- a first time. She nods, but later shakes her head at his question. I'm not doing all right dear man... You're not making me feel all right Her mind answered him back, her eyes following the tracing of his tongue on his lips, the fleck visible to her. An unusual sight- dirt on the lips of someone like him.
She lifts her right hand quickly and takes the dirt from his tongue in a light motion with the back of it, fearing that the dirt will get in him, her heart slowing down. She has started to not feel any powerful tension between them- and saw it good. Is this good?

She brings her hand down and follows it with her gaze, wiping it on the skirt of her robe, now parted a bit over her left thigh. This, she quickly covers up by fixing the two hem laps over it. Her obi was restricting her breathing even more, like tow hands wrapping themselves around her waist in a snug and uncomfortable fit. Looking back up the man, she could still taste the sweet water in her tongue, inner cheeks, and lips. Her gaze roams down to his chin, where the heavy lumination of the sun's rays makes the light brush of dirt appear on his chin- then down to his neck and to the cloth wrapping his torso, flowing down to his legs. The heat has started to throb between her legs to her inner thighs, them spreading apart a few inches more to an ease. Another blind beat to the chest, her hands lifting his own with the wrist, the other interlocking her fingers with his, taking her eyes off his presence and places them both over her chest where the puding could not be missed: "You... Do you still need anything?" She has run out of words- but still, she did not want her to leave, time seemed to slow down at his presence. Did he ask Time to do so?
She looks up immediately and straight into his eyes after asking him the question and puts up the hands she holds by the wrist and says in a trembling and high voice, "What did you come here for? You're not about to leave are you? Do not leave yet..." It was impossible, what she was requesting. It was as if he could be the man that her body was responding madly at, yet it could not happen. She was in deep desire for him all of a sudden: the beauty and stance, the voice- lovely inviting and commanding voice- but no. Or possible? She rests her lips against the hand that wiped off the dirt and blows off the speck from it, closing her eyes as she seemingly kisses the spot which touched the lips, sucking gently- as if savoring a rare and delicious flavor.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He was surprised when her hand snaked forward and dragged the speck of dirt from the tip of his tongue, leaving a tiny wet spot on the back of her hand. He smiled and pulled his tongue back into his mouth a slight nod of thanks to her.

He watches her hand go down to wipe it on the cloth of her kimono -- but his attention is drawn to the flesh of her leg. A small flash of lust followed by slight disappointment passed through his eyes as she covered the flesh. He raised his eyes to hers again. Her breathing was certainly labored now, and his face expressed much concern.

Then his hands were pressed against her chest. One hand's fingers locked within hers, the other hand pressed flat onto her torso just above her breast. The pounding of her heart was very apparent under the palm of his hand.

"You... Do you still need anything?"

He opened his mouth to respond but she spoke again before he got a chance.

"What did you come here for? You're not about to leave are you? Do not leave yet..."

Then her eyes closed and she blew the small speck of dirt off the back of her hand, and pressed her lips against the spot where it had touched his tongue. His hand was still over her pounding breast as he spoke.

"I wont leave until I know your feeling better...do you need more water? a bath? Tell me what you need and it is yours..." he looked concerned. She was obviously in some distress and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He however didn't move his hand from her chest.

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Mei Long

She moved smoothly from room to room in her new robes. She spent three years at the home of the Madame.

She stood elegantly five six. Her flaxen hair oiled to give the radient look and the make-up had to be perfect. Her eyes survey the room and she moves to play the small box with strings. Her slender fingers gently plucking them to make the music that teases the birds in the blossom trees to sing with her various songs of morning.

Her full breasts rose slightly as the robe was dropped and the instrument laid respectativly on her clothes. She moved over to the polished glass and knelt and slowly opened the box that was made by the redstained cherry blossom tree. Removing several combs and placing them in her long to the hip hair. Twisting her hair tightly and pinning it in place only to add the combs to cover the pins.

Picking up the red dye that graces her lips, making them fuller and most desireable... kissable, moist and ready.

The voice behind her calling to her, the memory that gave her the newfound hope. "Come daughter, it is time that you learned the way of your ancestors. From my mother, from her mother, and three before her. We learned the way of the Geisha. Now Beautiful Dragon, it is your turn and we give you the blessing of sisterly love."

Mei smiled as she beheld her handiwork. So much had changed for her and now she was a true Geisha except for one grey area. Knowing how to lie with a man and lieing with a man was two very expanse differences. She rose and put on the ivory colored kimono and tied the sash. She was ready for her new day.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

At that question, she takes her hands from his and takes grip on his shoulders, her eyes striding over the smooth skin of his face as she whispers aginst his lips in a low voice- like a low, comprehensible snarl, "What I need?"
Her hands grip tight on the expensive cloth, at the part near the man's neck as she locks her lips over his sealed ones, starting from a firm kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips. Closing her eyes, she pulls him the closest to her body, her chest against his chest as she is still kneeled, lashing her tongue in soft yet almost theatrical wipes on his. This is what she really wants and have been thinking about it every night. This morning- she woke not knowing that what she had been touching herself for at every given chance that she's barenaked at any given place will be present even though it was one who she slightly feared.
She takes the chance, letting her kiss run in deep, exploring every curve of the first mouth that she has ever let hers touched in this manner- a hand going down to loosen then take off the constricting obi from her waist, the loose robe clinging on to her body- adhered to it by the sweat that has come from her.
She has moved quickly and she has to. Otherwise, protest might come from this man.
Every fiber of flesh had been taken over by lust, she cannot hear- but just wants to take what she wants to feel, even taking it without permission from the Ronin.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

Suddenly her hands moved from his to his shoulders, dragging his torso forward just as she throws hers forward. For a moment, the scene was her drawing him in, and his hands on her chest as if to push her away. The role reversal was not lost on Yoritomo nor did he think it was lost on Akay. Male in name, Male in needs, utterly Female in body and mind.

"What I need?"

And then she was kissing him. For all the anger and what appeared to be ferocity, she was surpassingly gentle. His eyes opened wide in astonishment at her audacity, but seeing no way to part them without hurting her, he instead decided to enjoy it. It had been quite a long time since he had any sexual desire at all, having throw himself into his duty of protecting his Lord -- and all of that time seemed to be rushing past his will; eroding it. Pleasures of the flesh needs be taken when offered.

Then she pulled him closer, his hand over her heart, feeling the rapid beat, his breast pushed firmly against hers beneath his hands. They had both risen off of their heels, their thighs brushing lightly with their movements. His tongue moved against hers, almost like they had this practiced to an art form, no direct opposition of one another, more just a fluid flowing with one another, exploring everything within easy reach of their tongues. Yoritomo's mouth tasted of mint, as he recently has taken to chewing a sprig of it when he can.

He didn't notice her obi hitting the floor, he was to caught up in the rampant kissing. His hands slowly move from over her heart to her sides, beneath her arms, he takes a firm hold, keeping her up and in the kiss just as much as her grip on his kimono was keeping him there. He could feel the slight dampness to the cloth from her exertion, and the side of her body, soft skin over firm musculature.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

His hair... O! the scent of his mouth! Lovely!
Her mind repeats itself to her over and over again, her hands letting go of him immediately and runs up in a tight graps on the left and right sides of his scalp- her fingers burying on the sirface with a firm hold, the heat of her thighs vibrating from the soft surface of his skin, her skirt covering her lower parts as she shivers at herself, pressing her sex on the soft and warm silk of the man's kimono.
The kimono parts in front of her, wider at every movement, enough to reveal the the flesh of her stomach, the valley of her chest and her shoulders, so little to reveal- yet the cloth still seemed to protect what might be seen beneath it. There was no silence inside of her, no calming down even as she lets the Ronin's lips go ever so gently, her kisses breath hot- yet glazed with the soft freon her throbbing lustful kiss generated from his own. She takes every kiss from the jawline down to the upper part of his neck as a feast placed before her eyes, urging her to take a taste from the minimal dish presented right in front of her. Please... let me remove what hinders me from having you. Please beautiful one!
She frowns as she thinks this- her deep, sucking kisses where she lets her tongue take in the texture of the sun-blushed skin leave soft marks of light red and teethmarks. A hand moves down to his left side, right at the hip where the sword lay. It was something that reminded her of what he is- making her move out qucikly in shock, her left hand going up to qucikly cup her mouth in a frim and tight manner, her eyes wide with the obviouse fear and question (as if she just did something terribly wrong), her robe parted at the same width.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He didn't mind as she grabbed his hair, mainly because she wasn't using the hold to cause pain, but to keep him a captive audience to her kissing. The front of both of their bodies were pressed tight together, but he still wasn't aware of her parted Kimono. He couldn't see much farther than into her eyes and he frankly didn't care if he did, as her eyes were simply captivating. They showed much inner turmoil, but mostly lust.

Then she was pulling away from his mouth with hers, before kissing his jaw and onto his neck. For a moment, he had a horrible thought that she might be a Kolat, or a ninja, or just an assassin. But his fears are foricebly put down as she licks and nips at the flesh on his neck. He wasn't sure why she acted as if she needed him right now, and he didn't mind. Of course he was used to much more gentle surroundings for his love making.

Then she touched his Katana, and he reacted as he was supposed to react, as he was trained to react. He had the blade out of it's sheath before he thought to do so, and it was poised several fractions of an inch from her neck. A blow that had it landed, would have had little trouble in taking her hand, her head, and most of her shoulder with one slash. His eyes closed a moment and he took several deep breaths. When he opened them, she sat in a state of shock, a hand covering her mouth as she relized what she had done.

"She only touched the katana...customs require an apology." He thought as he slowly moved the blade away from her neck and slid it back into it's sheath, before removing both weapons from his obi and setting them off to the side, but still within arms reach.

He looked back at her, suddenly aware of her parted obi, and the flushed skin beneath it. "I am quite sorry Akay, I should have removed them. But I need an apology, or else I'm required to discipline you." He looked sad, clearly not wishing to have to harm her in any way, but from the set of his jaw and shoulders, prepaired to do what he needed. Then his tongue traced across his lips, collecting what might be one last taste of her from his skin. He hoped she would apologize, he wished it in his very core, but nothing showed on his face aside from determination.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

"Forgive me..."
She whispers, jsut enough for her to hear herself for her voice was weak- just as her senses were, except for her sense of sight and touch, her gaze fixed at the sword on the floor, her hands setting down on the ground on both her sides, the desire turning into great fear and bewilderment at what was just pointed at her. Never before was she close to a weapon like his- the fear was unexplainable, it gave her another silencing blow to the chest, her eyes widening with fear- the woman not even aware the small amount of salty liquid filling up her eyes slowly.
But she finally blinks, able to stop them from flowing out.

It was as if she is not aware fo anything anymore but the swrod pointed at her and the requiest for forgiveness she has just dropped. Her fingers tense against the floor as if trying to pull up the tough fabric of the rough, wood-lke carpet. She sinks down from the kneeling, bending down to bow her head very low, forgetting the condition of the cloth wrapping her body as it opens up to reveal more of the fleash beneath it that is the shoulders and upper arms, stomach and a small view of the small globes of her breasts. So low, that part of what might be seen section is partly hidden, her robe parting to reveal more of her thighs- her skin, slightly darker than the usual fair woman and a few welts from the past lashes she got for the little idling she spends on daydreaming at the field- and for the times she has to carry stalks of wheat striking her back hard through the thin cloth whenever hauling a big bunch to her back.
"Apologies Sir..." Her eyes remove their gazing at the katana and forward to the knees of the man. She purses her lips to stop a whimper as she suddenly feels the emptiness caused by the lovely warmth on her skin- stinging the rawness of her skin, her ears widening their sense as a loud gush of wind runs outside of the house, the sky dimming darker and darker as it gets thicker to hide the screaming noon Sun. Still- her sex throbbed with desire that she might not be able to touch anymore. The minty taste remains in her mouth, causing another lodging in her throat, making her gasp out, hands tightening into fists against the floor.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

"Forgive me..."

It was on just the edge of hearing, so low that it came out as a muttered sigh to Yoritomo. "Please do better than that," he wished to himself silently, as he hands dropped to her sides. He was scared for her, and he was scared of what he knew he would do if honor was not statisfied -- and he could read her fear as if it were an open book. He very nearly lost his composure when the tears collected in the corners of her eyes, and he felt absolutly awful for having caused it, but none of this transfered to his face -- his face showed a small bit of disappointment with a healthy dose of commitment.

He could see she was tense, as if forcing herself to bend low was requiring of serious effort. Her kimono parted and his eyes widened. This was his first real look at her, and yet he was forced to remain objective. Her fingers toyed with the carpet, as her shoulders and head blocked the greater part of her body as she nearly touches her forehead to the floor. His eyes followed her down, now able to see most of her knee and lower thigh as the kimono pulled off of them.

He could see that she bore the marks of dicipline as well, long welts from some lashing she had received for some reason or another. Then he was brought back to the present.

"Apologies Sir..."

He let out a breath he didn't relize he was holding, and his whole body relaxed. He didn't relize it, but he was drawn tighter than a bow string and just now managed to relax his left hand from the fist it had unconciously formed.

He could hear the wind, and see the darking of the sun outside. But his focus was on her shoulders and neck, and what he could see of her back. Then her hands tightened on the floor and she gasped. He felt terrible, looking down at her prone form. He was mad at himself, mad at his required duty, mad that she had been whipped at some point, and most of all, mad that he had caused her such fear. He stood suddenly, and moved back to his set aside weapons, then he walked behind her folded form. Setting his weapons down, he removed his own obi out of her line of sight, making very little noise.

Then he knelt behind her, his knees on either side of her feet, making no noise, no hint as to his movements or where he was outside of the sudden closeness to her body. Then he leaned forward over her, his hands gently taking either shoulder and lifting Akay up straight until she settles back against his chest, sitting on his thighs as they rested on his calves. He set his chin onto Akay's shoulder gently, his voice soft and melodious into her ear, the smell of mint wafting about a bit.

"Thank you Akay...I am sorry I scared you..." He didn't know what else to say, nor did he know how to continue, so he sat, acting much like a stool for Akay, as she was no longer kneeling but resting lightly on his legs.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

She was waiting for either a slap or a cut fron the shiny blade of the sword. But strong arms lifted her bended body from the floor and at last, her back was set against a smooth surface of light curves. The woman looks down and sees the man's hands on her shoulders. Her heart starts to speed up again as she turns towards the direction where the whispering was coming from the man.
It was like a lullaby just beggining to take over her mind again. Akay ahd begun taking this man for a sorcerer, luring her to discover what might she want. Yet the slightest movement, she did not dare to execute. Fear was thumping at the back of her head, covered by the lightly ashed dark brown hair fixed into a loose bun behind her neck.
Beauty has to have its rules- it ended up with her violating it. But here he was, holding her against him. It was he who held her and not her who holds him. The familiar tickling sensation goes down to her spine going out to her breasts and down to her wet box, the nipples once again torturing themselves by scratching against her kimono, as she shifts on Yoritomo's lap, turning to catch his speaking lips with her own words, "Do not ask for forgiveness from someone like me Sir... You are-"
She stops herself from saying the next word. It would be utter bliss for her to let him hear the praises from her own mouth. But he might have heard enough given his standing and name. With boldness, she intertwines her fingers with his own and gives a light squeeze, giving in to what the minty scent has lured her into: his lovely lips and self. Once again- she locks her lips on his, her grip on his hands tightening as ever. The wind blew and blew, the feeling of light dampness in the air signaling a drizzle coming touches their skins, mixing with the woman's sweat and breathing released through the kiss. Horrible beauty.
She finishes the sentence inside her chest.
She has started to fight to turn against him, the robe undoubtedly falling off her shoulder and down to her forearms, exposing her breasts against the silk and the light-patch of hair between her legs. Her eyes open wide as the kiss went on when something seemed to be missing from the man- the obi.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

His left hand left her shoulder and deftly undid Akay's hair, so that it fell behind her to it's full length and fullness. He tossed the hair pin towards his sword, it landing very near to his blade. He leaned in and inhaled the scent of Akay's hair, very taken by the earthy smells her body seems to have in abundance.

"Do not ask for forgiveness from someone like me Sir... You are-"

"I am nothing more important than you Akay...true I was samurai, but I am now Ronin. And without you and your like, I would be nothing...don't trivialize yourself...not for me. Please?" His words were gently spoken nearly directly into Akay's ear, but the last word was a plea, which he hoped she would heed.

She reached up with a hand and interlocked fingers with him again, his soft hands rubbing against her calloused hands. She turns her head and kissed Yoritomo again, her fingers digging into his hand. It hurt, but it was a good hurt...she dared to touch him as no woman he had ever met would. If he was with a woman, she would do little more than lay there like a dead fish...which is not anything like he would want.

The weather was quickly turning foul, which worried Yoritomo. He was here taking advantage of a henin girl, and other might show up to escape the rain. The air was rapidly becoming humid, the cloying feeling of entirely to much water in the air and the promise of sweat that will never evaporate.

As she fights to turn, he holds her facing forward, he notices her kimono fall, and her struggles has started to open his own kimono, until his chest pressed hard against her bare back, with a thick band of rough cotton marking what level her kimono had fallen to. Her eyes widened suddenly, and he was forced to break the kiss. His hand disengaged from hers and quickly brought her kimono up over and breasts, closing it in front of her and protecting her modesty again, but his bare chest still pressed hard against her bare shoulders and back.

"Akay...I...I don't want to take advantage of you...I'm rushing...others might see...I am sorry..." he dropped his forehead to her shoulder, holding her tight to his chest, keeping her kimono up, and sighing loudly.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

With those words- blood seemed to drain from her face, her untied thick, hip-length hair gathers on her shoulders, her mouth seemingly running dry. There was an implication from his words that she thought, which made her hold tighter, her teeth digging deep into his lower lip to shut him off.
To her- there was no world, there was only her mind and her own body in extreme heat, the juices secretly tickling and torturing the walls of her sex and inner thighs, the delicious and evil feeling from the male's silken kimono slicing lovingly back at her skin as she presses her parts on to his covered thighs.

Akay...I...I don't want to take advantage of you...I'm rushing...others might see...I am sorry...

This struck her even more, causing her to stop and look down the man's hands and arms as he brings her robe back up again. All this time, she never realized that her body was exposed to someone. Would she even care? He saw me... The first other than my mother... She quickly turns to look up at him, her facial expression softening as her brows meet, feeling the soft air from the heavy sigh on her shoulder and the lovely skin from his face and his bare torso pressed on the cheap cloth on her back existing to cover her. An honor- he's...
She looks around the small hut and puts a hand on the man's hair, turning to take in its scent once again- nodding at the same time, rocking him as she holds her free hand on the arms around her- understanding for some time that she might be the least person that this man might be using for his pleasure for she was not made or built for such service. But Akay hurts so much to please this man so as to please herself. It was instinct. She really wouldn't know what to do.

She turns to looks at the man's downturned head and kisses the soft hair, finally letting out the words- and his name, the beautiful flowing syllables: "Sir Yoritomo... There will be no advantage. It's all what we have to do dear Ronin."
There seemed to be no meaning in her words as she pulls from the man away completely and lifts his head by a couple of fingers, darting out her tongue to runs it over the side of his face, tasting the sweet and lightly salty skin, biting at it gently. "Nobody will come- and if they do, they would have the enough common sense not to come near..."

The sky has turned dark- lightning and thunder highlighting the rain falling heavier at each second passing by. The hand holding on to the arms around her reaching inside them and into her robefor she cannot help it to fight the screaming of her womanhood: the fingers lightly part the robe and parts the wet nether lips to expose the button beneath it, like a little sweet treat displaying itself proudly. The pointer finger starts to press and probe around it as Akay plants firm kisses on Yoritomo's eyelids, tugging hard at an ear with her teeth. "If you can't take advantage- I might as well have to my Lord..." She says as she exerts the largest effort to let these words out, her breathing high and in gasping, her lips sucking down at the soft skin arriving at the shaped dimensions of his chest, the tongue lashing playfully around the firm flesh.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

She pressed her lips hard against Yoritomo's, even biting down well into the realm of pain, but short of breaking the skin on his lip. She stopped kissing Yoritomo, and he thought that was the end of everything, as she finally noticed his hand holding her kimono shut in front of her. Then she was looking back at him, his head hung in something similar to shame. Then she picked up his hair, in one thick bundle, smelling the scent of the well brushed, slightly oiled hair that was always painstakingly taken care of. He had gently held his arms around her, as she rocked herself gently on his thighs, his hair near her face.

He didn't look up until she spoke, and then he wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. "Sir Yoritomo... There will be no advantage. It's all what we have to do dear Ronin." Then she moved about, and his head dropped again, as he had chased this lovely peasent girl away. His head lifted without any command from his mind, and he was surprised to see Akay, her fingers under his chin. Then she licked and nipped at his cheek. "Nobody will come- and if they do, they would have the enough common sense not to come near..."

The sky was lashing out it's distaste for land and humans with massive bolts of lightning and peals of thunder. The hut was very dark except for sudden blasts of light to illuminate the room.
Watching over her shoulder, he saw all of her actions in the strobe like light of lightning. Her hand parted Akay's kimono below where his hands held it together, and then her hand parted herself. Her fingers moving across her flesh as she kissed at his eyes, and playfully tugged down on his ear with her teeth.
"If you can't take advantage- I might as well have to my Lord..."

He could hear her voice gasping, as her hand massaged her sex. He thought for a moment of how this came to be. Here he nelt on his legs, and she sat upon his thighs. He was trying his best to keep her modesty intact, and she was pulling it open and serving her own needs as best she could, all the while looking over her shoulder and raining kisses on his face and neck like the heavy pounding of rain outdoors. He could no longer help himself, his hands relaxed their grip on her kimono, and instead moved to gently cup the globes of flesh on her chest. He cupped her breasts through the thick and scratching cotton of the kimono, his fingers exerting small amounts of pressure, not sure how she will react. His mouth moves to the side of her neck, gently kissing, licking, sucking, and biting.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

A hand shots at her breasts.
Her hand lets go of her sex as she suckles in the skin between his breasts, her body now completely facing him. The cold strike of the heavy winds coming from the outside flaps gently against her robe, making her spread her shoulder to make the ugly cloth slide down to her wrist. Her hands go up the man's robe to part them widely, exposing to her the body built by a thousand battles and blood spills, the curve perfect at every angle- the skin unblemished and perfect.
This does not surprise her.

Her hungry lips go down to one of the nipples, taking the little trinket in her mouth to give a light suck- lashing its tip against the tip. Her lips go back to his collarbones to trace its fine shape underneath the skin, the mound between her legs pressing up at the thigh in front of it. The rushing of her desire and blood speed up just as the pouring of the rain became torrid, lashing at the dry earth otuside and the ready-to-harvest stalks of wheat and rice. And there, she rests her knees on his thighs, trapping his lower limbs with her weight on them, her hands slipping into the parted expensive robe and to his smooth waist, rippling with the built muscles, her fingers digging in deep into the skin.
Her nails strike the flash deeper as she goes back to the unsuckled nipple, feeling its shape with her mouth biting it with firmness. Please him- and myself. This known man is mine even for this day.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

She turned about on top of his, resting her shins on his thighs and holding him in place. Her mouth was on his chest, kissing and licking the skin that can be seen from between the sides of his Kimono. The wind was really picking up, swirling the kimono's into the air, the discarded obi's moving to the corners where the wind could no longer batter them. She shrugged her shoulders such that her kimono fell very low, but his hands still held the rough cotton against her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples through the cloth.

Then she parted his kimono, spreading it wide at his chest and revealing the top of his loin cloth, as she still trapped part of the kimono under her legs. He was taken by her skin, sun darkened, bruised from hard work, welted from some punishment or another, small streaks of dirt or agrivated skin from the scratchy kimono. She was just as much a work of art as she thought he was. And he wanted to explore every inch of her. His mind was brought back to what she was doing when his nipple was sucked into her mouth. Then she was on his collar bone, her body moving a bit of center so that she rested heavily on one of his thighs. Knowing that she was now straddling one leg, he used his muscles to jiggle his leg slightly, as if he was nervious, but knowing what it could do to her. His hands let go of her breasts, the cloth falling away from them and he could really see them for the first time. His hands go to her waist, gripping her hips firmly.

He hands were roaming all over his chest, even to his back beneath the silk of the kimono, and then she was attacking his nipple again. Kissing and biting he arched into her mouth, and his hands on her hips started her moving forward and backwards. Her sex seperated from his thigh only by the silk of his kimono as he jiggled his leg between hers. He was having her ride his leg, her weight still trapping his legs down, and his back arching his nipple into her mouth.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

The silk was kissing back the wet mound of Akay, making her let out a frown as she sucks in the man's pert nipple. She lets this go, rubbing the tip of her nose at the skin of torso, inhaling the scent of heavy and titillating musk he must use for his perfume, the woman taking in her breathing slowly as not to consume the arousing scent of his skin. It was as if this man is planted to the floor ebcause of the firm stance and kneeling, her hands going up to the insides of the Ronin's sleeves to expose the rippling shoulders to feed her eyes.
And this was no ordinary man- she felt that this was some statue from their feudal Lord's temple that guarded the ashes of his ancestors kept in the jade and precious stones studded jars which she once had polished. The presence of this man had made her once again think of the sandalwood scent that she had taken in back at the Temple with and the slap of whip on her back. For this was not something usual- even, it was rare: A peasant in close physical contact with a higher class of human which, they would never be even permitted to look at.

For her was beauty- and this she confesses to herself and to him: "Beauty! Meticulous beauty..." She growls in a low tone against his skin, shutting her eyes tightly to, maybe, make the man feel that she still respects him. Her rough hands grow tight in their grip on his biceps, giving away their fondness for the smooth skin and the firm flesh underneath it.
She did not even think that she'd find such loveliness in a man. It was a fighting and screaming mix of grace, finery, firmness and spell-binding control, this wanderer that she took in. The sweat beads on her forehead starts gathering once again, flowing down to the globes of her breasts, the nipples hard against the soft plam exploring their structure.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He looked down at Akay, as she had released his nipple from within her mouth. She was frowning, and he was suddenly fearful, then she moved back in to rub her nose against his chest. Her hands slid across his body, moving the robe from his shoulders so that it fell to his elbows, the robe dropping to just below the small of his back behind him. A tiny bit of tattoo can be seen at the top of either shoulder, and around his sides. It was a massive tattoo on his back, the form of it being indistinct to her view from the front. He released his hold on her long enough to pull something from his loin cloth band, tossing it to his hat which lay discarded and away from himself.

"Beauty! Meticulous beauty..."

She snarled the words out across his chest, her eyes screwing tightly closed. Her hands start to grip his arms tightly, bearing down with all the considerable strength in her hands. His arms flexed back against her fingers as he started to move her up and down his thigh again. His biceps and her fingers pushing and fighting one another, neither willing to give ground.

His hands release her waist, moving back to her exposed breasts. His palms were cool and dry, until he encountered the raging heat and slight sweat damp on her skin. His palm just brushed against her nipples, not sure of his entitlement anymore. He leans his head forward, burying his nose in her hair as she was still pressing her face to his chest. He inhaled, deeply, their bodies tightly pressed against one another.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

The movement of the silk against her box turns heavier against it, making her let out a high and heavy moan as another hot pounding punches the empty hole.

She refused to trap her wants inside her any longer. She open her eyes and gazes at the man up and down as she tugs herself loose from his hold, her fingers leaving read nail marks on his shoulders, and light brushed of brown. She soiled him- yet nothing changed about his appearance. She moves a few inches from him that her knees faces his own, the glistening of her juices evident on the silk of his robe- the loincloth loose and eased on his crotch. Her sudden curiousity strikes again, her arms shaking a bit to take the cloth off her body completely, her hair covering herself against the damp skin. She reaches out her right hand to rest on the top hem of the loincloth, clutching it softly, feeling the soft cotton material wit her fingers, the patch of hair beneath it touching her knuckles.
Give me this... please think of letting me... She mumbles to her inner mind as she leans forward to slowly strike his mouth with her own again, pulling hard at the luscious lower lip which she grew fond of, like taking it for herself, biting harder as if to draw blood- probably thinking that it might quench her carnal thirst that must not know to ease. Her other hand gathers the robe on his lower back and tugs it away with force, eager to take it away and reveal to her what she began wandering about the first time they have seen each other during the past high noon.
The hand on the loincloth gathers the soft cotton on it as she presses her upper body closer for her chest to touch his iaming to make him feel the painful electircity going up and down on her skin.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He watched he as she suddenly became much more sure of herself. He slid down and off of his thigh, so that their knee's rested lightly against one another, then her hand hooked into the band of his loin cloth and she was kissing him. Then he felt his lower lip pull away from his teeth, and could feel her teeth digging in hard, he pulled back freeing his lip from her grasp and panted. "Akay...wait." He was panting, but he was in full swing of command at the same time. He reached down and removed her hand from his loin cloth and stood up. He took several steps backward and turned away from her, bending down low until he was hidden behind his kimono as he fiddled with the cotton wraps around his calves and feet.

When he stood, he stood as such. Feet planted shoulder width apart, the kimono hanging from his elbows and between his legs. The sleeves were pulled up to see the forearms, his legs were easily seen and so was his back. As such, all of his tattoo's became evident. Starting on his feet and reaching nearly to his knees was a tattoo of hundreds of tiny scorpians writhing up his body. As his muscles twitched to keep him upright, it looked like the scorpians were moving. On either forearm, a large scorpian was resting, it's tail and stinger wrapped around the arm just below the elbow. And the final tattoo was on his back, a huge scorpian, with it's legs nearly reaching around his sides, a pincer rising to each shoulder blade, and it's tail disappearing into the loincloth.

As the scorpian motiff becomes apparent, Akay could also see the tiny scorpians worked into the design of the cloth itself. The green cherry leaves were bright and vibrant, especially agianst the white background, but tiny scorpians were all over the cloth, once one looked for them. And suddenly becomes evidant. Yoritomo belongs to a different clan.

He spoke over his shoulder, "These are serpant lands...are they not?" He sounded regretful, as if her saying yes would signal a hundred samurai to come dispatch him. His body was upright and proud, the tattoos being displayed, his muscles being flexed. He even looked a little larger than he did before.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

He pulled away- putting her in a state of massive shame, her eyes not tearing off his figure. There, she remains kneeling down, the hair draped around her lithe and lightly darkened figured, her skin mirroring the shadows of the rain streaming down the tough paper walls of the sliding doors of the hut. Soon- with the man's turned back, she makes out the imprints of something with soft edges yet sharp points drawn on his arms and his back that face her.

The imprint of the Scorpion clan.

All feelings in her flesh had dripped off- like fat cut off from the underside of a pig's skin with one sharp blow of a dagger. But still, his presence remained grand, although threatening, her breathing picking up once again the fast pace only this time- it was of wariness. The awesome handwork of the tattoos put her in a blank state of light admiration, the prints curving in accordance to his form- waves frozen as it has met the coastline.
He must be a someone bound to cast great danger over the Serpent.
Clenching her jaws, the thick coat of shame and absolute fear wrapping every tissue in herself, she straightens up, the thick hair reaching down to the front of her thighs. She blinks hard to cut off her gaze from the man and tries to calmly take her robe and put it back around her body, sliding the hair out from her skin landing on the cloth on her back, a pang of great pain over taking the area inside her breasts and up her throat. She makes no sound, just the light rustling of her putting on the rough cloth back on her skin, turning her back against the Ronin to reach for her obi, clasping it with both hands.
These are Serpent lands... are they not?
Something in his voice had struck her- the vibration and the echoing of it seemed to be large yet weak. Her lips tremble upon hearing it. She nods to herself as she answers back in a nervous voice, which she tries to hide by at least, raising her head: "Yes Sir... they are of the Serpent Lord's."
With her back turned against him, the expression would not be seen. An expression that may not be understood because of the mix of pain, puzzlement and fear.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

The Scorpian Clan. Old as time, one of the greatest clans to ever exist. But nobody but a Scorpian would tell you that. The clan has single handedly committed seven of the ten worst acts of treason, even to the point of killing the Emperor a hundred years ago. The clan lacked honor, they poisoned, they stole, they hid their faces. If Akay looked, inside of his hat would lay a small steel and cloth mask, designed to obscure his face utterly. The clan was at odds with every clan, yet still amazingly powerful with its alliance of Ninja's and the Kolat. The one redeeming value of the Scorpian clan is loyalty. Utter and terribly absolute loyalty. The Empire had the most of their loyalty, followed by the clan and then the master.

He brought his hands together in front of himself, and turned to face Akay again, the kimono closed in front of him, blocking the view of his body from his knees to his waist, the scorpian tattoo on his legs and forearms still visable, his chest slightly flexed as he fought to keep himself still. His hair hung in a thick coil over his right shoulder, covering his nipple and his navel in the angle that it lay, clear to his waist. He wanted to beg, apologize...rush to her side, but he did nothing. It was no longer his to decide.

He bristled with the disrespect she showed, turning away from him as she dressed, but he did nothing. He deserved the shame, he expected her anger, and he was prepaired to defend himself as he half expected her to attack him. His blades were closer to her than him, and she had quite the strength in her arms.

"Yes Sir... they are of the Serpent Lord's."

"It hurts you to call me Sir now that I am a Scorpian clansmen, doesn't it Akay?" he watched her hold her obi in her hands, her whole body trembling just a bit as she hid her face.

"I will leave if you wish it Akay..." he tried to continue, but a loud crack of thunder knocked silence into place, the rain almost like hell itself had come to claim the hut. It was very dark now, no light but the occasional lightning. He breathed deeply, his body affected by both the current emotions, and the emotions of just moments ago.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

No! Don't leave!
She swallows hard, her left hand tugging away the obi from the other as her right goes up to clasp the robe together in front of her chest. It was like the Gods had sent a hand to distract her from work only to give her humiliation to herself in the end. Must she let it end?
If she continues with this- a great risk will be put on both their heads. If she ends it, she looses him- never to be seen again. But then again, he'd be safer at the Geisha's Pool in the outskirts of the Serpent's land. There, they do not take sides- they just take in men and at times, women.
She remains silent, a throbbing of extreme emotions that had quickly sprung out from the violent afternoon commencing in her chest and throat. Akay does not even notice that tears had filled her eyes, gathering in the lower lip as she straightens up, the thundering seeming to be louder- shouting at her for being woman answering to her own, selfish heat for some time- neglecting her duties as a loyal and worthy servant to their Lord. At last, she stands up, taking a big exhale to wrap the obi tightly around her waist, her hands fumbling as she puts it on back again- the clumsiness of her slim fingers keeping her off for sometime. One the knot has been tied on her right side, she lifts both of her hands to completely take off the water from her eyes, the dirt from her hands stinging the white of them.

The henin cannot help but let out a sharp and soft sob, like one catching her breath as she slips out of a deep and dark lake, like the one she gathers water from every time she is ordered to.
The peasant wanted to take his life to save from the humiliation he might be forced into once he is discovered in her hut- the sword was in front of her, reflecting the lightning from the maroonish color of light from the paper walls. But respect was still there- she would not dare to touch it. But he was someone she's not supposed to respect.
She uses the lower part of her kimono to block her skin from touching the plished scabbard of the majestic katana, lifting it from the floor where it's not supposed to be. She turns to face him once agian, her feet taking strides to walk towards him, her eyes not knowing where to steady their gaze, doing everything to avoid the man's sight which it fails on. She places it on the low table behind him and stands back up straight again to take the dangling sleeves of his kimono carefully, propping his arms up to slip it back his bare torso as she whispers: "I cannot hurt you dear Ronin- it would be against my will though the situation calls for it," she says, her voice filled with consternation, "-I am taking a guess it has all been in the plan Sir. I must respect you. I chose to shut my mouth of your presence. I wish not to slay the pleasure my eyes have taken in..."

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Mei Long

Coming into the main room Mei sat down and began to play her morning melody.

The visitor's of the house smile and nod in approval of her choice. Her voice adding to the harmony and bringing more peace to those who are within the room.

A quick clap of hands and she rises and comes to the table and servess them their tea. Keeping her eyes downcast as she knew gazing at their eyes would warrent a beating or death.

I quick bow and scuttling back to her usual spot. Mei picks up the instrument and kneeling begins to play softly. The melody adding to the tranquil moment.

Before long another woman enters and bows repeatily before moving over to Mei.

"you must see the teacher" Were the words so quietly imparted by the new comer and as taught. Mei rose silently and bowed to the men of the room and then stepped from the room, picking up her sandals and gracefully went to the place that she needed to go.

Looking at her teacher and Mother figure with love and adoration, Mei bowed. "What does the Mother ask of me and I shall do it?"

The old woman looks up and smiles. "Mei Long, it is time that you return to your clan."

An hour later Mei was sent to the Geisha's Pool and directed to the small room. Her mid-day fare filling her as she continued on her journey

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He watched her fidget, as she closed her robe, but didn't belt it. With the lightning, he could see the tears resting in her eyes, threatening to overflow and spill down her cheeks. Her lower lip was pulled between her teeth as she stood up straight, staring back at Yoritomo. She breathes out a loud breath and wraps her obi around herself, taking several long moments to tie the complex knot used to hold the obi tight around the body. She runs her hands over her eyes, the liquid of her tears cleaning the edges of her eyes but the dirt from her hands making her eyes red with irritation. She sobbed once, and it hurt him to hear it. But defiance was in his eyes, he was hurt because of everything affecting them, and he would let her know exactly what his reasons were.

He doesn't move as she walks behind him carrying his katana. He no longer cared about the dishonor of someone touching his blade without permission, now he cared about other causes of honor and dishonor. Then he could feel her pulling his kimono back onto his shoulders as if she wanted to cover the massive tattoo on his back, to block the sight of the scorpian.

"I cannot hurt you dear Ronin- it would be against my will though the situation calls for it -- I am taking a guess it has all been in the plan Sir. I must respect you. I chose to shut my mouth of your presence. I wish not to slay the pleasure my eyes have taken in..."

He stepped away from her, and walked to his wakizashi. She pulled his arms from his kimono and snatched his obi himself. He turned to look at her as he belted the kimono closed around his waist, but leaving his upper torso and chest bare to her sight. He slides the scabbard of the wakizashi into his obi and crosses to the katana. Picking it up, he walks to her and takes her right hand, wrapping it tightly around the handle of the katana. He looks her into the eyes for several long seconds, before pulling the scabbard from the blade, bearing the three feet of wicked steel, sharper than anything had a right to be.

He drops the scabbard onto the table and steps in front of Akay, placing the blade on his collar bone. "Go on...I can read your hate. The serpent and the scorpian have never gotten along."

He pressed himself against the blade, feeling it bite very lightly into his skin as she held it. "You are certainly a daughter of the serpent...but I don't know what I did to deserve your poison."

His hands crossed in front of himself, the scorpians on his forearms very apparent, his feet out from the kimono showing the writhing mass of scorpians there. "Strike swiftly Akay...just like the serpent always does."

His voice was full of menace, but strangly soft and resigned.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

And Akay has the katana in her hand- all she can do to it was stare, tightening her grip on the handle as every second passes, refusing to listen or even sort out why this man would want his weapon of honor in the hands of others, especially in hers- a lowly peasant. No- I won't do it.

"No."
Her voice was high, breaking the silence that had occured to herself alone even as the Ronin had been speaking. Her tears forced themselve out of her eyes, her face bearing an empty expression that looked stern at the same time. But it was her hands first time to hold a drawn sword of someone she had never dreamed of getting up close as she had gotten- so excited were her hands that it moved a it, enough to let in a small slice that is able to let out a little spill of blood, reflecting its rich red color on the shiny blade even in the darkness that the storm has provided. Akay saw this- no other words were spoken other thatn, "I am sorry my Lord, " giving away the surprise that had come over her as the wound opened, for her voice was like a gasp that had run out of air for it to be called a gasp. She moves away the blade from the collarbone, away from the wounded right side and away from his body.
The sword writhed away from her hands, slamming itself with a loud clang/ thud on the floor as she shut her eyes tightly and rushed to the man closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips against his ear- "Go further up North Master... be careful not to show yourself! There would be the Serpent's Geisha Pool- you will be safe!"
Her left forearm had accidentally brushed against the blood, dripping out slowly from the small wound. She lets out a surprised little cry to quickly step back half a foot to look down at the blood smeared on her kimono, going down to her wrist ebcause of the way she pulled away.
She quickly looks up at Yoritomo and reaches out to wipe the blood away with her palms and fingers. "Go now Sir!" She whispers in a sharp voice filled with concern- maybe with some other things: fear and hurt, and the little pang of what looks to be like longing- obvious through her eyes and the trembling of her lips.
"I cannot strike you... I want you to be safe. Please my Lord."