Feudal Japan

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

"No."

"Why not? You dishonor me, you tell me to leave in the rain, you turn your back. And for what? A dozen or so tattoo's? You yourself would bear a tattoo if you were of the noble caste."

He leaned into the blade, feeling it scratch his skin. Then the tears spilled out of her eyes, leaving small clean streaks in the dirt on her face. His resolve nearly broke, but he had to act the samurai. Forever loyal, forever hated...the woes of a scorpian. He felt the blade bite into his skin, opening a shallow wound on his chest -- scarlet blood instantly flowing lightly from the wound. With a little pressure, the wound would close and scab over on it's own...left unattended it could bleed for quite awhile. He felt his blade pull from his skin and move away from him, harmlessly wavering in her hands. Then it fell, and a loud metalic clang as it bounced on the flooring.

"I am sorry my Lord"

She shot the sentence out, as if she was warning him of a horseman about to run him down. Then her eyes were closed and she smacked into him, her arms around his neck to hold on. Yoritomo even took a half step backward to remain standing, not expecting this action. She was talking quickly into 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!"

She pulled back quickly, and finally noticed the blood, then she was back towards him, brushing the blood from his chest and trying to clean him up. "Go now Sir! I cannot strike you... I want you to be safe. Please my Lord."

He looked at her hands trying to clean his chest and he gently took her wrists into his hands. He pulled her inward slowly, gently but insistantly. Once she was close he could see his blood on her sleeve and all over her hands. But he didn't care about that. He could see the tears streaking her face, and while he cared about that, he wasn't focused on it. He was looking at her mouth, as her lips quivered with her feelings. He didn't like the quiver. So he held her lip still -- with his own. He pulled her in tightly and kissed her, all the raging emotions of the last hour or so pouring through his lips and into hers.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

She has been calmed from the feeling at least a little bit as Yoritomo, surprisingly, took her by the wrists and pressed his mouth on to hers, reviving the first desire that had stung her for him. And she gives in- pressing her lips back on his though lifting her arms, pulling away from him with a gentle exertion of what was left of her. He has her so deep that if she would have continued dutting his head off his body- she would sleep beside the corpse, never burying it in the ground because of regret. She moves a hand as the Ronin held its wrist tightly, to place it on his chest, drawing out the warmth she possibly can.
Her temples were pounding in the sides of her head, pumping loudly, beating hard as if pounding down her skull and her brain. She cuts off the kiss, droppingher head gently so her lips brush the wound, cleaning the blood still seeping from the small cut boldly with the tip of her tongue, kissing softly and firmly.

It would have to end this time. It was pure madness and impossibility: a peasant and a noble cstanding so closely. Pulling away, which was like taking out an arrow from her chest, she steps three times away, as if marking and emphasizing what they are- and how they must be, clasping her hands in front of her lap as she usually does. "Please Sir- do this for your safety. The Geisha Pool will keep you safe. I never fail to graze the house with my gaze as I go there with every rare morning I can- just to see it." Akay was licking her lips in secret, closing her eyes as she savors the tangy- bitter taste of the blood on her lips. "The finest Geisha are known to live there Sir. They keep every traveller safe."

Turning, she catches sight of the cup on the table, blinking hard at its sight- holding her back from turning away from him once more. Immediately, she turns around to face him once again, her eyes resting on his lips: "It is not that I dishonor you from turning my back Sir- I would have you in front of me for as long as I would be permitted. But, it is not that way. Smite me if you must but do it after the miracle that we see each other again when you get out of the Pool."
Walking to the sliding doors, she stops in front of the slim closet, almost breaking down with the cracking wood that seemed to have been eaten away by termites because of age. She places her hands over it to pulls it out of its frame. A few folded clothes lay on the bottom. If one would go up the closet nearer- it would smell of clean and cheap naphtalene the peasants use to keep their things from being destructed by pests.
A folded parasol lies in the corner, brown with oldness yet still in good shape. She takes it and pushes the rotting door back into its frame.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He kissed her with everything he knew how. All the daily rage from the dishonor the other clan samurai throw at him, all the pain of having his lord die, all the hurt that she was throwing him out, and under it all, tempered by the attraction he felt towards this peasent girl -- who was remarkably beautiful, and strong, and willful. The only love Yoritomo had ever felt was for his mother, and his Lord. But this feeling he had certainly did not feel the same as those. She didn't try to tear away from his grip, and he thought that a good sign. But she did leave the kiss, before stepping in close again, her hands moving to his chest so that once again, one held the other's hands onto their body. Then she was cleaning the cut with her tongue, gently, but still causing little stinging pangs on his skin.

His hands stretched out as she stepped away, holding on for a long as he could but still letting her pull out of his grasp gently.

"Please Sir- do this for your safety. The Geisha Pool will keep you safe. I never fail to graze the house with my gaze as I go there with every rare morning I can- just to see it. The finest Geisha are known to live there Sir. They keep every traveller safe."

"I did not travel here for a Geisha Akay...I came here for a Lord, I did not relize I had entered Serpent lands though. But I've met you, and a Lord can wait, and Geisha....aren't important..."

"It is not that I dishonor you from turning my back Sir- I would have you in front of me for as long as I would be permitted. But, it is not that way. Smite me if you must but do it after the miracle that we see each other again when you get out of the Pool."

He watched her move off to the side, opening the closet. He could see she had a change of clothes for herself, so he quickly unbelted his obi and pulled his kimono off, placing them on the table to keep them clean. He set his wakizashi gently on the pile of cloth. He stood in his loin cloth, as he bent to retrieve the katana, sliding it back into it's sheath. He looked at the dirt on his face, the blood on his chest, and the traveling dust on his legs.

"I think I will take a bath," he said to Akay as she turned, coming back with the parasol. Then he opens the door to the outside world and steps out into the swirling wind and rain, feeling his hair thrash about his head, the rain pounding down onto his body, washing the blood from his chest, and the dirt from his face. He spread his arms, his katana in his right arm, his feet shoulder width apart, his back facing the door to Akay's hut. The scorpian tattoo on his back looked menacing in the half light, the position of it, and the meaning of it. The wind thrashed his hair about wildly, but his body never moved, even when the really strong gusts of wind would hit him.

Thus he bathed.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

Turning, she says as she hears the parting of the doors of the hut, the drumming of the rain and its spattering sound streaming into the hut clearer: "I will escort you fast-"
Her words get cut off as she looks up where the man was, blinking hard as she sees his clothes on the table beside the cup, the sword's sheath lying on top of the neat and shimmery silk.
Never had she heard of nobility going outside from under a roof to catch the rain and calls it as 'having a bath.' Every way that she had seen him was a way she had never seen the high classes as. For a warrior- he moved quick. Her heart beat went slower, threatening as her eyes frantically went around the space in the room for a moment to make sure that Yoritomo was still- but finds nothing.
She bends down, her movements restricted by the tight obi, and lets go of the parasol, her eyes already scanning the front section of the house where the doors stood open.
Beyond the heavy blur caused by the rain, the sky turning dark as the dusk falls- she sees the man's figure, the handsomely tanned skin being struck down by the large and angry drops of rain- but his stance remains the same, lurid- regal. The mark of his clan and loyalty was glowing- as if growling back at the rain's heavy and striking tears. His back was like the finest and freshest leather she had ever seen, shiny and reading to be made into fine upholstery or for just plain display, it owner mightily proud of it.
His build was like that of a stallion, and in his condition, one sturdy stallion refreshining itself after prancing down, effortlessly graceful, with a heavy load on its back. The load was still there, and there was unseen pain.
"Madness!"
She hisses to herself, as she gets up, her eyes peering through the rain as she runs out and stops a couple of steps behind the monument-like figure that seemed to be made for worshipping.
The rains was battering her down, like a hammer pounding bamboo, the latter trying to stand still- she didn't know it was at this pressure the rain falls for he made it look easy- and endurable. Gathering her arms in front and around of her waist she calls out through the shouting and grumbling of the falling heavy water: "Sir! Not this way!" Her screams were full of fear and vulnerability- weaker than what she exhibited before. "You will be seen!"

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

The storm wasn't exactly a hurricane, but it was near to one. The wind was cold, and cutting, the huge drops of rain were ice cold and near to hail. It was almost like a massage, as the ran fell hard and fast, slamming into his skin.

He didn't hear her offer to escort him, he was 'bathing,' as it were.
He slowly started to rotate under the rain, exposing all of himself to the rain, arms still spread wide, enjoying the small bits of pain as the rain struck him, and the cold of the situation. The wound on his chest was quickly staunched, the dust washed from his legs and the dirt from his face and hands.

He turned and saw Akay come out of the hut, standing behind him. His head turns to one side, "She shouldn't be out here...she looks uncomfortable," he thinks as she stands there, arms wrapped tightly around herself. It almost looked like she was trying to shrink away from the painful drops of rain. Then he heard her voice, softly wafting over the sound of the rain.

"Sir! Not this way! You will be seen!"

He looked around, and he bellowed back. His voice full of laughter and pride, "Let them see! I don't fear the men of your clan!" he shook his katana as if to re-enforce his meaning. Then he moved to her quickly, dropping his arms to his sides. He could see the rain had washed the tears from her face, and most of the dirt from her hands and face as well. He stood in front of her for a moment, looking at her with gentleness in his eyes. Then he stepped forward and hugged her, keeping the katana away from her body, and feeling her throughly sodden clothes touching him, he grasps her to himself. His body blocks the rain from hitting most of her, due to the wind blowing the rain into his back more than falling straight on their heads.

His whispers into her ear, just loud enough for it to drift to her ear through the thunder and the pounding rain. "I past the Geisha hut on my way here...why should I want to go back?"

 

[Parliament]

Akay

There was a certain noisy calm in her as the man turned to look at her after he had done something that looked like he was savoring the rain. He made her fear for him upon hearing his words on staying- letting the men that could possibly see him from afar go up to him and capture him. Right now- she could picture in quick flashes before her eyes what might be done upon him.
"Not this way Sir.... It was a mistake!"
She says out aloud- hoping he would hear it through the rain. But then he advances and takes her in his arms, the hard upper limbs closing in around her, offering without asking if it could be her shield from the torturing rain- a soft and a tiny bit of discharge letting itself out from the space between her legs. The water from her clothes seeped out as she pressed against the smooth body and the wet loincloth of Yoritomo, her arms moving themselves to at least, witht he thought of the rain pounding on his back that might be hurting him, cover the plain of his upper back, her fingers spreadt and pressed firmly against him. Everything felt cool yet dangerous. Her cheek slides against his chest as she looks up, holding up a hand to block the rain from coming down her open eyes- hungry for the up close sight of him.

Her chest starts heaving throught the fabric that was thinning because of the rain- "I past the Geisha hut on my way here...why should I want to go back?"
She lets out a heavy exhale, pulling his head down closer to hers as she bravely plants a kiss on his lower lip, running her tongue on it to feed herself with the rain water on his lips, like a cat taking in cream from a soft rug in a drunken and weak manner.
She then says in a tone loud enough for him to hear: "Get back in the house..."

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

"Not this way Sir.... I was mistaken!"

He ignored her words, he didn't care if he was seen, though the darkness and the pouring rain would probably keep that from happening. When he hugged her, he could feel the wetness from her clothing, he could feel the water resting on her skin, and then he could feel her arms wrap around him, holding him just as much as he was holding her. Then she was looking up at his face, he hand shielding her eyes, so he moved a hand, covering her hand, dwarfing her hand.

He saw the movements that accompany a sigh, but didn't hear it. He thought maybe she was hurt, or was going to hit him, but instead she kissed his lower lip, sucking water from his skin as she did so.

"Get back in the house..."

He looks down, off to one side and away from her, his voice drifting over the sound of the rain. "I'm sorry Akay...I didn't mean to...I'll go now if you want me to." His shoulders dropped and he stepped away from her, walking slowly back towards the hut, his katana hanging limply in his hand as he moved towards his garments and gear.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

"I'm sorry?"
She repeats his first words, the water now pouring on the woman left alone outside, her eyes following the figure. The droplets from the heavy rain had formed on her skin, the little drops forming on her brows and lashes like small diamonds collapsing as it is repaced by another- the water adding up to the heavy weight of her unkempt hair. Mud was splattering on her barefeet and ankles as she turns and runs after the Ronin, the skirt and loose sleeve of her kimono flapping heavily and wildly, catching the man's left arm before he can even step into the the step half a feet away from the ground that leads into the hut.
Despite the force of the rain, she jerks the arm of the man, forcing him to face her under the rain, the dusk fading into night.

As she had made him face her completely, her eyes starts to read his- a look of someone asking forgiveness and showing off fondness freezing her face gently, her hand squeezing the arm of the noble tightly- "Stay... forgive me, stay!"
She snarls lowly, her other hand going up to his back, her fingers and palms snaking up behind the thick locks of the fine and wet hair, her fingers going up to its roots upon the hand's arrival at the lower part of his head. She tugs tightly and hard with a soft nudge, attempting to freeze the man's movements even with her grasps alone. "Do not leave..."
And then came once again the desire, the painful urge in her flesh as she presses her body tightly against his chest, shape of the peaks of her breasts now evident through the cloth, the kimono matted against her skin, the skirt of it hugging and showing off her thighs and the crease between them.
She pulls down the hair, competing with the strength of his neck and meets the apple on his throat with a strike from her tongue, her lips not touching the skin, the tip interacting with the veins.
"Lovely enemy... I cannot resist you!" She growls, her nipples scratching against the wet cloth that touches Yoritomo's own chest.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He walked along, towards the house, intent on claiming his goods and leaveing Akay as she wished. He didn't know how it had happened, but he arrived, connected with Akay, shattered the connection, re-forged it, and now was leaving. The world of clans and castes is a confusing land indeed. He could hear the splashes as she ran to catch up to him, the sounds of wet clothing swings about and smacking other bits of wet cloth of Akay's flesh. Then she gripped his arm, and jerked back with quite some force, causing him to spin in the mud, even though he had resisted a bit. It was dark out, utter blackness, because the rain clouds obfuscate the moon and stars. He knew she was right in front of him, because she grasped his arm completely, and the occasional flash of lightening showed his face to hers, and vice versa. He could feel her grip on his arm increase. "Stay... forgive me, stay!"

Then she made a noise very similar to an enraged animal, and her free hand shot up his back, sliding along his flesh and over his tattoo, under his hair until it reached the back of his neck, and the root of his mane. He felt her hand curl into a fist and tug his hair firmly, his mouth opened from the tiny moment of pain.
"Do not leave..."

The next flash of lightening gave him a view of her body, other than the mud she was kicking up herself the rain had washed her clean, the kimono was skin tight, showing her breasts and the nipples capping them, and her thighs wrapped in the cloth, the flat plane of her stomach and the muscles of her arms and shoulders. Then he was leaning over, getting closer to Akay because of her grip in his hair, and her pulling down firmly on it. Then her tongue was on his throat, lashing him, drawing water from the skin, and following the veins of his neck.

"Lovely enemy... I cannot resist you!"

He wasn't sure what to do, so he ducked down beside her for a moment, hooking his left arm behind her knees and his right arm around her shoulders, he lifted her up into his arms, holding her close enough that she was neither pulling his hair or breaking her contact with his neck. He walked her over to the doorway of the hut, and set her down with infinate gentleness, then his hands went to her obi, her hand still in his hair. "I'd hate for you to ruin your floor with such wet clothing..."

 

[Parliament]

Akay

The rush of blood inside her was quickening- the pulse was beating painfully but relaxingly beneath her skin. Her vision, blurred by the drop of rain fixes itself on Yoritomo's face as she suckles on his rich chest surface.
She gasps against the hard flesh as she is lifted, all to her surprise, but she chooses to satisfy herself with what was she had of him, her tongue rippling on his skin and up to his jawline- ending up in soft planting of kisses. It was his hair that she holds on, loosening it tightly as she caresses the scalp and its thick mass.
And she was set down, finding her sight cleared up once again and devouring his beauty- his handsomeness, her skin feeding off from his flawlesness, herself and him soaking with rain water inside the doorway. She was floating as he carried her- giving her a light headed feel, the arising heat in her contrasting to the evil chill the storm was bringing around them. He was her frame for now, it was like the warm earth that she had feared, the former now grasping her, making her known its command over her once agian with his arms and eyes and lips. To her, what they are were nothing for now, and she has him under her roof- and she will refuse to let him leave, nor fear that he will be captured. She heard his words: "I'd hate for you to ruin your floor with such wet clothing..." faintly, feeling the soft weight of his hands and touch on her obi- giving out a flash of excitement on her back and from her crotch, down to the soles of her feet. She grasps his shoulders and shifts herself to kneel down on the floor and place herself in front of him, not doing anything to resist his movements. A hand of hers go down to where one of his hands and wraps themselves around it tightly, squeezing its own width, her other one curling the soft and heavy locks between it fingers.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

As he carried her, her could feel her mouth attacking his throat and jaw, kissing lightly, and licking devilishly. He hands moving to his scalp from just his hair and massaging it gently. His eyes went to hers, and he noticed that while she was attractive wearing the sweat and dirt of the day, she was many more times attractive without it. He wasn't sure if she was cold or not, but he knew he was rapidly approaching uncomfortably cold, so he figured they should get inside.

He places his hand on her obi to remove it, and her hands goto his shoulders. She kneels and he half bends to keep hold of the garment. Her one hand dropped to his, and her other hand went back to his hair, as if it were a life line to prevent her drowning.
His hands gently moved towards the knot in the obi, but his palms were pressed against her, through the cloth. His fingers felt the rough cotton as they slid along the length, finally reaching the knot. It parted beneath his fingers as if by magic, and dropped heavily, and sodden to the floor. He moved about behind her, taking ahold of her kimono gently at each arm, and pulls it from her shoulders, to strip it down her back and off of her. His hands would wrap under her arms, gently lifting her from her kneeling position and pressing himself tight to her back. "Perhaps we should move out of the doorway? Unless you'd like to watch the rain..." he kissed her neck much the same way she kissed his, but it was over her shoulder, with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

At his words, she turns to make her body face him as she looks out and pulls away from him. She knows perfectly well of her nakedness- a blush streaming across her cheeks at the thought of it, her heavy hair, still dripping on her back tickling her backsides as she scans the outside for any sign of lamp coming towards the hut- and there was none.
For a moment, she faces the outside as if letting her nakedness scream out for the first time against the cold bite of the wind, the soft yet angry drizzling of the rain sticking on her skin.

And she turns back to the man and faces him, striding towards his direction in her own full nakedness. She was taking this man.
His beauty- it was hers, all hers that it would be pure idiocy and waste if she lets him go this way.
So she bends down and grabs the wazikashi with her right hand grip on its handles from atop his clothes, unsheathing it quickly with her left hand, dropping the scabbard on the floor. The blade gleamed mercilessly as the lightning struck the skies heavily, sending an almost electric gleam of light from its smooth and sharp edge as she swings the smaller weapon from her left side in a wide arc to the right, the gleam going towards the tip now aimed at the middle part of the man's chest- her eyes dark yet heavilly lusterous against the darkness, "Move back beautiful Ronin..." Her eyes show of no threat, yet her voice taking the command without permission, both her hands wrapped on the handle tightly and steadily, her breasts thrust out proudly, the nipples almost raw, obviously begging for attention.
She wanted to match him- even at this rate, and enjoy what she can from this wandering noblity, take his beauty and own it.

 

[Holli n Hunter]

Mei Long

Mei Long~

The storm made the traveling near hazardous yet she pressed on. The few hours of travel turning into the travel and battle of nature.

Lifting prayers to the Storm God in order to reach her final goal. It seemed that Fates were in a good mood for her travel was only slowed by the downpour of rain.

Reaching the Geisha's Pool, she went quickly into prayer and thanked her ancestors that watched over her and the guardian that sees that all of his chosen are held safe.

After cleaning herself up and receiving new garments, She goes to the Mother of the house and gets her directions. Shortly she is ready to receive her guests but sits idly in the opening room and plunks one beautiful song after another and sings for the other women sitting there and a few men that protect the house.

Mei was about to sing another song about the birds that bend the ear of the Gods when she shivered. She did that when she felt something horrible was going to happen. It passed quickly and she never had the clue that the Mother she left behind had joined her ancestors to watch over her "girls"

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

She rotates in his arms, and pulled away from him. He looked down at her, and could see her blush, the redness of blood diffused through the tan of her skin. He turns his head to look the same way she was looking, see nothing but un-interupted blackness. He looked back at her, a little confused. He watched her come back towards him, snatching up his wakizashi from his pile of clothing. He was confused now, but none to worried that she would hurt him, but he was terribly confused still, and it showed on his face.

Then she drew the blade and uncerimoniously dropped the scabbard to the floor, approaching him with naked steel. She slashed the weapon across the space between them, then she pointed the deadly length of steel straight at his chest. "Perhaps she is going to take my head," he thought to himself. He half expected it even. But her eyes danced in the darkness, what little light there was racing up and down the edge of the blade and flashing in her eyes.

"Move back beautiful Ronin..."

He could see she held no malice in her eyes, but she was being dominant. He could see her hands move on the hilt of the blade, gripping it tighter, her arms thrust out, causing her breasts to rise and be pulled together, displaying herself proudly. It was an amazing image, the danger of the blade, followed closely by the inviting nature of her flesh.

He did as she told him, not willing to resist her desires. He stepped backward, back into the rain, standing outside of the hut. He looked at her, standing in the rain in stoic silence, wondering what he plan was.

 

[Parliament]

Akay

The sword served as an extension of her senses for now, for she felt the chill from the man's body, the resistance it was giving out against the cold. She moves her arms a bit forward, just enough to make the tip touch the chest's skin- giving it a light feel of what sharpness it has to show for its strength.
She felt stronger against him- maybe it was because of the weapon? Yet vulnerable at the same time as she takes in his sight, the loincloth dripping wet, becoming almost transparent, a sculpture left out in the rain for one's veiwing pleasure.

And so, she moves the blade down, tracing the lovely cruves from the muscles on the protruding chest, and down to the abdomen, tracingt he diameter of his navel and finally to top of his pubis behind the loincloth- her eyes fixed on his, as she does so, herself stepping out to the storm in the full nakedness the Ronin had given her. She hods the sword up, her arms raising as if aiming to smash the blade down his sex- "You are an impossibility for someone like me my Lord..."

The blade suddenly moves away from him, the front of the loincloth tearing off from his body, causing it to falls down from his parted legs that seemed ready to defend himself if she strikes him. And so she did- with a glorious smile of mischief on her face with a tinge of politeness.
His flaccid cock lay exposed inside the rain- the dark patch of hair that seemed to shine even from its hidden state, the woman chewing her lip as she looks up from his feet and up to his face. Pure beauty.

Letting out a chuckle, shaking her head softly, she drops her arms to her side, the wazikashi still gripped tight by her right hand and slips her arms around Yoritomo's neck, pressing her body against him tightly, pulling him to her, leaning forward to brush her lips against his ear as she growls in a low tone: "You feel cold Sir- but you are more beautiful to look at this state..."
She lets him go- and slides empty hand to his left wrist, pulling him with her under the roofed space- herself soaked and bathed completely from the rain as he is, the driplets cascading down her form and on to the tough carpeted floor.

 

[Rhovan]

Yoritomo Yogo

He watched her raises the blade, as if to run him through. She brought the blade to his chest, touching him, grazing the skin. He stood against the blade, not moving away, nor cringing. He was quite the site, dripping with water, soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his body, shoulders, chest, and back. His loin cloth hung heavy with water, pulling down against his hips.

Then the blade started to trace down his body, along the side of a muscle, over his abs, circling his navel and then stopping at the start of his pubic hair, as the loin cloth was hanging so low. She stared into his eyes, and he stared back, he trusted her with a blade. He trusted her with his honor, as she held his wakizashi. Anything she did with it was like he did it as well. She came out back into the storm, the rain washing over both of them in sheets, then she raised the blade.

"You are an impossibility for someone like me my Lord..."

Then she sliced the loin cloth, and it fell heavily into the mud of the ground. He didn't move as she did, and his eyes never left hers. He smiled back at her smile, knowing that they were entering an entirely new realm. His cock lay against his leg, slowly dropping to hang between his legs. The cold and the rain had served to rob him of any ability to impress. His pubic hair was thick, wild and natural, as he usually only slept with the geisha and they didn't care what he looked like, so long as he was of clan and his coin was good.

He shrugged a little bit, hoping that he hadn't let her down with his endowment, his body straiting up and his shoulders squaring to face her. He smiles as she chuckles, shaking her head and lowering the wakizashi. She stepped forward pressing her bare breasts to his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He could feel her hard nipples against his chest, as she hugged tightly to him.

She snarled into his ear from her vantage point.
"You feel cold Sir- but you are more beautiful to look at this state..."

As she pulled back and gripped his left wrist in her free hand, he eyed her. Taking in the full view of her body, free of garments and illuminated by lightning flashes. If she cared to look, the stinger and tail of the scorpian tattoo on his back ran down his side and curved just under his right buttoks. Poised as if to sting his very core.

He followed her into the hut, feeling the considerably warmed air inside. He let her drag him into the hut, the water sheeting off of his body. He used his free hand, the one that wasn't held by her hand to slide the water from his body, speeding the process. Then he pushed himself close to her back, her hand gripping his between them, pressed against his stomach and her back. He slides his hand down her arm, forcing the water from her skin. Then his hand goes to snake around her side, brushing the water from her stomach.

"Please...Akay...Call me Yoritomo."

 

[Parliament]

Akay

The closeness made her feel a sruge of helplessness mixed with the jumping waves of anticipation in her insides. His nakedness was here, and so was his whole self. Or was she just thinking so?
Her eyes close at pressure from the touch on her stomach, the water running off with the surface of his pal. A thin film of humidity has started to invade her hut, clutching her exposed parts that no one had ever seen before: her firm, supple small breasts of a new woman and the light patch od dark hair forming a 'v' to curtain the sex she had seldom let her fingers play on- at the rarest night where she had the energy leftover from a day's hard work.
The woman's lips curl tightly as she turns to face the man, taking him by the elbows with grips that demanded his flesh, herself kneeling in front of him, her hands pulling him down to the floor to sit down. The hands, she later slides to the back of the man's armpits, pulling him closer to her, eyes fixated on him as her lips meet up with the dark red left nipple of the man once again. Akay had conspired with the dark night- her every move slow and careful like a predator guided by a prey's lamp.
"Yoritomo..."
She moves her lips with the loud whisper against the skin laced with the taste of sweet rain awter, her tongue darting out gracefully from her mouth and encircles the nipple, the other hand sliding from his back to rest itself on the other with its forefinger and thumb, applying a harder pulling pinch as she takes in ts shape and texture. her mouth wraps around the nipples she had been at work with her tongue closing her eyes as she sucks in firmly. As these go by, her other hand snakes its way down to the Ronin's bare right thigh, not being able to prevent itself from touching the thick pubic hair leading to the cock. Her fingers found something it never saw before, combing through the groomed nether curls most probably from the services of the Geisha, hearing a ot about what they can do aside from being entertainers and guides. And this put her in shame.

This activity is, by society's definition, wrong, with who and what this man is and most especially, his roots.

Her skin was hurting as if it had its own mind- the only thing is, she does not feel it. Hurting, as her skin brush against the black-inked tattoos, the sting of the scorpion seeping through every cell, pushing her off the high warrior's body. His shiny hair matted against his neck and shoulders were like little poisonous tentacles, attempting to pierce and bore through her body every time it meets her.
But the tatami [the woven hard carpet flooring] urged her on, suckling his nipples as if it could feed her to a fill, the pinch on his nipple hard, the thick locks of Akay's hair blanketing her back and sides, touching down to her thighs.