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[ Kiritsubo might only have become aware of this Jesus fellow from about... four hundred years ago, give or take? But the mention amuses her, because as she recalls... the Christ would likely not approve of this lascivious act out of wedlock.
Ah, well. A little blasphemy never hurt anyone.
She lets her hand drift over her body, fingertips dancing over the deadly wasp of her breast, the turtle on her upper arm, the blossoming peony on her womb... All but demanding he look. ]
Mmm... They're tattoos. That's my profession, you see... and these are all my work, as well.
[ If he came closer... He would be able to see how crisp the lines, how deep the colors... True skill, applied on ink to flesh, just as talented as a portrait artist with oil pastels or a wandering sketch artist with their watercolors. But her canvas... It seemed to be herself. ]
Do you want to see a bit better... ? I wonder which will be your favorite...
[ No He would not, which is why Henry has probably prayed more since coming to the resort than he has in his entire life so far. Sex out of wedlock isn't even his only blasphemy in that life either, but surely he can still be redeemed after the sodomy and murder and wrath and all that too... ]
Your work? That's amazing.
[ He genuinely means it, and even forgets to be horny for two seconds to say it. The artwork is beautiful, but to even have done it on herself? He's very impressed. It can't have been easy at all those strange angles, and with such smooth, fine lines. Henry has little to no artistic knowledge, but he can see the quality easily.
Slowly his eyes sweep from one tattoo to the next, since he has the permission to. And he does step closer to her once she asks if he'd like to see better. You bet your buttons (lack thereof) he does. Tentatively, he raises his hand to reach and ghost his fingers along the turtle at her arm. His way of asking permission instead of directly saying the words before he just goes and touches her breast or something. ]
[ Her first answer is just a hum- yes, they are her work, and yes, she is indeed quite proud of them. Perhaps her willingness to be bare and show them off speaks to that enough, or how she holds herself a moment like an artwork to be admired more than a woman.
But it’s a woman’s soft skin Henry’s fingertips ghost over, even if it is shrouded in colorful ink injected just beneath the surface. ]
Every one of them means something.
[ Some were images that those of her land would simply know by sight as representing something particular… some were her own private jokes and messages… some were for a lover lost and snatched back from the clutch of samsara, and some…
Some she had never and would likely never say aloud. But as a treat, she moved her hand to skitter briefly over his own fingers before alighting on the turtle he examines. ]
In my lands, there is a legend that says turtles may live for ten thousand years…
[ The movement reveals a hint of the matching crane on her other arm, mid-flight but separated from the turtle by the gulf of a body between. ]
And the crane might live a thousand… So for the turtle, though their bodies and minds and experiences might be totally different… only the crane can become a lover who truly understands the weight of a life so long.
Still… it is a doomed love, and no matter how they may begin to understand each other… they will still be separated by fate, and the turtle will still live thousands of years pining alone.
[ Her gaze flicks up to Henry’s face, a mysterious, tempting look in her eyes even as she intones more philosophical words. She might also be pressing her honeycomb covered breasts up with how her arm is arranged to dance fingers over his on the ink, but- ]
[ She deserves to be proud of them! Henry knows nothing about tattoos but he knows it's good work. Since she doesn't pull away or otherwise reject him (he had a feeling she wouldn't), his fingers continue to slide down against her arm, along the turtle as she tells him the tale.
Each and every one of them has a meaning, and he'd love to hear them all. But he'd also love to kiss her, taste her, touch her more.
As she speaks, his eyes drift from the turtle, to the crane peeking from the other side. His brows furrow a bit.
Separated by fate, a doomed love ... it hits a little too close to home if Henry thinks a little too highly of himself and certain feelings he harbors. ]
Romantic, aye, but terribly sad.
[ He lets his fingers fall away as he meets her eyes, though they do find a light perch against some of that honeycomb. Ever so light, like he's afraid she'll vanish if he goes too far. ]
And the wasp? Is that also born from a doomed love?
[ Gooseflesh follows along the route of his curious, but still respectful fingers, her body slowly turning more towards him as if in echo of how intently she is listening... or how subconsciously she desires to urge him to touch more. He says it is sad, but... She shakes her head gently, smile mysterious. ]
Fate is fate.
[ Sad or not. If it was even sad at all. She... certainly would not relate to such a destiny, no matter how many mortal lovers had died without her realizing it. Slowly, her arms rise, twining around Henry's neck and giving him an even better view of the wasp crawling over the honeycomb inked on the soft swell of her breast, the movement making her jiggle slightly beneath his careful touch. ]
But the wasp is not of love...
[ It's a warning that she was venomous, no matter harmless she could look. And yet despite that being true, she is tipping her face up in a way that all but invites a taller man to lean down just enough to kiss her, whispering invitingly, ]
The other doomed love is on my back.
[ And if he wanted to see it, well... There were positions for that. ]
[ The smallest of smiles tips up on his lips at that, his fingers stalling just for a moment. ]
Aye, it is. But it can still be sad. Especially if you've no way to stop it.
[ Seems like he has some personal thoughts about that, but who's counting!!
If the wasp is a warning, he does not seem to be heeding it (he's survived a little poison here and there). He leans in so his lips nearly brush against hers. ]
I like what I can see from the front.
[ Which is not to say he wouldn't want to see the tattoos on her back. But for now he is more interested in closing the space to kiss her. He's wondered this whole time if he'd needed her permission (that's how much she sexually intimidates him, it's fine), but this seems as good as any. ]
[ No one. No one is counting, because Kiritsubo is just smiling. What could there to be sad about, when you could「see」it coming from the start? The only man she loved would never love her. Fate. Her other lovers would die before she even noticed a decade had passed. Fate.
And they have something far less not sad they could be doing. ]
Now that's what I like to hear...
[ He barely needs to do anything. After all, she had promised him a gift today, and part of that was being terribly, terribly obliging (beneath the endless tease, of course). His lips brush hers and all that is required is easing up onto her tiptoes to "steal" a brief kiss, quick and soft, before she drops back down onto her heels, separating them...
Until her arms reach to twine around his neck and pull him down again, "permission" granted. ]
[ See, Henry would also find that terribly sad. Good thing she hasn't told him about it then, perhaps. There are plenty of very unsad things they could be getting up to right now.
He kisses her, smiles as she drops back down onto her feet. Before he can think about how it's far too short, she's tugging him down again. With an amused sound, he kisses her again. Deeper the second time, hungrier, while his hands find purchase at her waist to guide the two of them back. Either they'll have to lie down or he'll have to pick her up, if she doesn't want to be on her toes and he doesn't want to stoop the whole time.
[ Height difference could be easily overcome with a little shapeshifting... but once she has chosen a form based on her whims or needs at the time, she tended not to shift too drastically after that, for it was far smarter to not let many people knew exactly how she managed that or how she looked in the process.
Besides... He claimed to be experienced enough to overcome the challenge. The hunger in his kiss was promising, enough to release a bit of her own more predatory instincts, nails raking pleasant lines along the back of his neck and his shoulders. A nip, a sharp little pinch of teeth, and then she's back to the kiss, slowly backing up towards the room's futon at his guidance.
Still, she cannot help the husky little whisper of, ]
Is there not something else of mine you would prefer to have in your hands... ?
[ It would definitely freak Henry out a little too if she just suddenly became taller right before his eyes. Besides, you know a medieval man probably likes feeling big and strong when he's holding a lady. Alas, Henry may drink more respect-women juice than other medievals, but he is not impervious to such things.
Not is he to a nice pair of breasts, which Kiritsubo most certainly has got. So when she asks, he huffs out a laugh without hesitation. ]
God, yes.
[ His hands come up to take generous handfuls of her breasts, head ducking down to kiss the tops of them as he somewhat blindly helps maneuver them down onto the futon. Once that's better arranged, he uses his mouth again, lips and teeth and tongue this time as he fondles what she's got on offer. Eager, but not rough. ]
[ Kiritsubo is of a similar opinion that the gods should be invoked in praise of her breasts. Today, especially, when she had put so much care into crafting a gorgeous, voluptuous set, soft and wobbling in his hands. She entrusts them to him for the arranging, to let him think he is guiding as they make it to the futon and she pulls him down with her, happy to tangle their legs and brace herself with just a single hand on the mattress behind her. ]
That's much more pleasing...
[ Her husky whisper rustles the top of his hair, fingers smoothing it over in the aftermath before her nails tickle over his scalp and down the back of his neck, encouraging with a little arch of her spine that shamelessly presents herself for the pampering. ]
I love a breast man...
[ Not just words. Not when her nipples are growing taut and aching with the hope his lips and teeth and tongue will find them, when she lets her hips squirm and her toes curl with excitement. ]
[ Even God has to appreciate a perfect pair of breasts. Henry finds this a very reasonable thought. Regardless, he is about to enjoy himself. For all the freedom to fuck whomever you want in this place that has been so different from Czechia, Henry has sorely lacked a good breast experience.
Her nails along his scalp and the nape of his neck are indeed encouraging as well, sending little waves of shivers beneath his skin as he guides them onto the futon mattress. He's careful, of course, because she's a lady!
Without words he continues to deliver kisses, straight to one of her nipples and then he washes over it with a sweep of his tongue. With a satisfied groan, he takes a generous amount past his lips with an eager suck. He'll return the favor to the other side. Honestly, he's a bit in heaven (he just won't word it that way out loud). ]
[ "God" made them, did he not? They should be celebrated. And since she is playing the sweet maiden tonight (for now), Kiritsubo is terribly obliging at letting Henry lay her down upon the futon. Subtly, she makes room for him between her thighs, easing them open almost as if she were shy and not completely and utterly shameless. Can he feel the hand in his hair quivering excitedly when his lips kiss against a nipple and then take her into his mouth for a furtive suckle?
By the other breast, she even provides a little whimper, spine arching a bit further to make her offering all the obvious, nails scraping more noticeably over his scalp, fisting in his hair as if she could keep him there even though she wanted him in far more places, too. ]
So sweet...
[ The whisper is husky with want and readiness to find out if that translates to other parts of his behavior, teasing him with her voice curling into his ear. ]
[ Indeed God should be commended for such big-brained thoughts when he made women and Henry is determined to make sure that he makes them feel appreciated as they should be. If she wants to keep his head buried in her bosom then he has no complaints. His lips and tongue are eager as they shower Kiritsubo in sucks and kisses.
He supposes he could be described as a sweet lover, though really he hasn't thought much about it. Usually what gets commented on is his strength or how much stamina he's got (it's a lot, but he is a young healthy lad after all). Being a sweet lover isn't such a bad thing to hear though, he thinks ... ]
Maybe.
[ He huffs the answer as he rests briefly against her skin, breath washing over the damage his mouth has done so far. He kisses the underside of a breast and works his way back up to her nipple. His thumb presses against its match on the other side and then moves about in a circle motion. ]
I like to think I'm an energetic one at least.
[ Eager to please, happy to be pleased. He just wants to find out what's really going to make her arch her back so nicely or dig her fingers against him. ]
[ Kiritsubo squirms so artfully when he obeys her unbidden request for more attention, soft sighs and little whines as he peppers her breasts with lips and tongue and hint of teeth. Her thighs occasionally clench near his hips in "betrayal" of how his kisses ignite the urges between her legs, but when he stops for a brief moment...
She shivers, pleasantly tortured by how his breath chills the saliva left on her skin and makes her nipples ache. How good of him, then, to come back to her, to turn her thoughtful hum into an almost ticklish little laugh. ]
Oh, you are... I like that, too~
[ The fingers that had been carding through his hair slip down the back of his neck, tracing out the lines of muscles in his shoulders... ]
It makes me want to be greedy and ask more of you, but... that would be very selfish of me...
[ Perfectly manicured nails scrape rousingly down the ridges of his spine as she drops to a whisper, something he would need to strain to hear and make it all the more delicious. ]
[ Any little squeeze against his hips only threaten Henry's own betrayal, as a rush of impatience swarms him. As wonderful as being buried in her breasts is, as a man he can't help but be greedy for more. Needless to say if she decided to show a little greed in return, he'd welcome it.
Every trace of her fingertips is like igniting little fires beneath his skin. She could keep stroking along his spine and he would almost be content for a long while still. Almost. ]
I wouldn't mind. Ask it of me...
[ He wants to please her very much, after all.
He drops some kisses toward the center of her breasts, down against her stomach just below them, a ragged moan slipping between his lips somewhere along the way. The whispers send those tiny hairs at the nape of his neck standing. Honestly he probably isn't even certain he's heard right but if he has- well this is an obvious response anyway, especially with how stiff his cock hanging between them has become. ]
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Ah, well. A little blasphemy never hurt anyone.
She lets her hand drift over her body, fingertips dancing over the deadly wasp of her breast, the turtle on her upper arm, the blossoming peony on her womb... All but demanding he look. ]
Mmm... They're tattoos. That's my profession, you see... and these are all my work, as well.
[ If he came closer... He would be able to see how crisp the lines, how deep the colors... True skill, applied on ink to flesh, just as talented as a portrait artist with oil pastels or a wandering sketch artist with their watercolors. But her canvas... It seemed to be herself. ]
Do you want to see a bit better... ? I wonder which will be your favorite...
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Your work? That's amazing.
[ He genuinely means it, and even forgets to be horny for two seconds to say it. The artwork is beautiful, but to even have done it on herself? He's very impressed. It can't have been easy at all those strange angles, and with such smooth, fine lines. Henry has little to no artistic knowledge, but he can see the quality easily.
Slowly his eyes sweep from one tattoo to the next, since he has the permission to. And he does step closer to her once she asks if he'd like to see better. You bet your buttons (lack thereof) he does. Tentatively, he raises his hand to reach and ghost his fingers along the turtle at her arm. His way of asking permission instead of directly saying the words before he just goes and touches her breast or something. ]
Do they mean something?
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[ Her first answer is just a hum- yes, they are her work, and yes, she is indeed quite proud of them. Perhaps her willingness to be bare and show them off speaks to that enough, or how she holds herself a moment like an artwork to be admired more than a woman.
But it’s a woman’s soft skin Henry’s fingertips ghost over, even if it is shrouded in colorful ink injected just beneath the surface. ]
Every one of them means something.
[ Some were images that those of her land would simply know by sight as representing something particular… some were her own private jokes and messages… some were for a lover lost and snatched back from the clutch of samsara, and some…
Some she had never and would likely never say aloud. But as a treat, she moved her hand to skitter briefly over his own fingers before alighting on the turtle he examines. ]
In my lands, there is a legend that says turtles may live for ten thousand years…
[ The movement reveals a hint of the matching crane on her other arm, mid-flight but separated from the turtle by the gulf of a body between. ]
And the crane might live a thousand… So for the turtle, though their bodies and minds and experiences might be totally different… only the crane can become a lover who truly understands the weight of a life so long.
Still… it is a doomed love, and no matter how they may begin to understand each other… they will still be separated by fate, and the turtle will still live thousands of years pining alone.
[ Her gaze flicks up to Henry’s face, a mysterious, tempting look in her eyes even as she intones more philosophical words. She might also be pressing her honeycomb covered breasts up with how her arm is arranged to dance fingers over his on the ink, but- ]
How romantic…
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Each and every one of them has a meaning, and he'd love to hear them all. But he'd also love to kiss her, taste her, touch her more.
As she speaks, his eyes drift from the turtle, to the crane peeking from the other side. His brows furrow a bit.
Separated by fate, a doomed love ... it hits a little too close to home if Henry thinks a little too highly of himself and certain feelings he harbors. ]
Romantic, aye, but terribly sad.
[ He lets his fingers fall away as he meets her eyes, though they do find a light perch against some of that honeycomb. Ever so light, like he's afraid she'll vanish if he goes too far. ]
And the wasp? Is that also born from a doomed love?
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Fate is fate.
[ Sad or not. If it was even sad at all. She... certainly would not relate to such a destiny, no matter how many mortal lovers had died without her realizing it. Slowly, her arms rise, twining around Henry's neck and giving him an even better view of the wasp crawling over the honeycomb inked on the soft swell of her breast, the movement making her jiggle slightly beneath his careful touch. ]
But the wasp is not of love...
[ It's a warning that she was venomous, no matter harmless she could look. And yet despite that being true, she is tipping her face up in a way that all but invites a taller man to lean down just enough to kiss her, whispering invitingly, ]
The other doomed love is on my back.
[ And if he wanted to see it, well... There were positions for that. ]
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Aye, it is. But it can still be sad. Especially if you've no way to stop it.
[ Seems like he has some personal thoughts about that, but who's counting!!
If the wasp is a warning, he does not seem to be heeding it (he's survived a little poison here and there). He leans in so his lips nearly brush against hers. ]
I like what I can see from the front.
[ Which is not to say he wouldn't want to see the tattoos on her back. But for now he is more interested in closing the space to kiss her. He's wondered this whole time if he'd needed her permission (that's how much she sexually intimidates him, it's fine), but this seems as good as any. ]
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And they have something far less not sad they could be doing. ]
Now that's what I like to hear...
[ He barely needs to do anything. After all, she had promised him a gift today, and part of that was being terribly, terribly obliging (beneath the endless tease, of course). His lips brush hers and all that is required is easing up onto her tiptoes to "steal" a brief kiss, quick and soft, before she drops back down onto her heels, separating them...
Until her arms reach to twine around his neck and pull him down again, "permission" granted. ]
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He kisses her, smiles as she drops back down onto her feet. Before he can think about how it's far too short, she's tugging him down again. With an amused sound, he kisses her again. Deeper the second time, hungrier, while his hands find purchase at her waist to guide the two of them back. Either they'll have to lie down or he'll have to pick her up, if she doesn't want to be on her toes and he doesn't want to stoop the whole time.
Honestly, either prospect sounds nice. ]
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Besides... He claimed to be experienced enough to overcome the challenge. The hunger in his kiss was promising, enough to release a bit of her own more predatory instincts, nails raking pleasant lines along the back of his neck and his shoulders. A nip, a sharp little pinch of teeth, and then she's back to the kiss, slowly backing up towards the room's futon at his guidance.
Still, she cannot help the husky little whisper of, ]
Is there not something else of mine you would prefer to have in your hands... ?
[ Her waist was nice and all, but... ]
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Not is he to a nice pair of breasts, which Kiritsubo most certainly has got. So when she asks, he huffs out a laugh without hesitation. ]
God, yes.
[ His hands come up to take generous handfuls of her breasts, head ducking down to kiss the tops of them as he somewhat blindly helps maneuver them down onto the futon. Once that's better arranged, he uses his mouth again, lips and teeth and tongue this time as he fondles what she's got on offer. Eager, but not rough. ]
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That's much more pleasing...
[ Her husky whisper rustles the top of his hair, fingers smoothing it over in the aftermath before her nails tickle over his scalp and down the back of his neck, encouraging with a little arch of her spine that shamelessly presents herself for the pampering. ]
I love a breast man...
[ Not just words. Not when her nipples are growing taut and aching with the hope his lips and teeth and tongue will find them, when she lets her hips squirm and her toes curl with excitement. ]
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Her nails along his scalp and the nape of his neck are indeed encouraging as well, sending little waves of shivers beneath his skin as he guides them onto the futon mattress. He's careful, of course, because she's a lady!
Without words he continues to deliver kisses, straight to one of her nipples and then he washes over it with a sweep of his tongue. With a satisfied groan, he takes a generous amount past his lips with an eager suck. He'll return the favor to the other side. Honestly, he's a bit in heaven (he just won't word it that way out loud). ]
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By the other breast, she even provides a little whimper, spine arching a bit further to make her offering all the obvious, nails scraping more noticeably over his scalp, fisting in his hair as if she could keep him there even though she wanted him in far more places, too. ]
So sweet...
[ The whisper is husky with want and readiness to find out if that translates to other parts of his behavior, teasing him with her voice curling into his ear. ]
Is that the sort of lover you are, Henry... ?
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He supposes he could be described as a sweet lover, though really he hasn't thought much about it. Usually what gets commented on is his strength or how much stamina he's got (it's a lot, but he is a young healthy lad after all). Being a sweet lover isn't such a bad thing to hear though, he thinks ... ]
Maybe.
[ He huffs the answer as he rests briefly against her skin, breath washing over the damage his mouth has done so far. He kisses the underside of a breast and works his way back up to her nipple. His thumb presses against its match on the other side and then moves about in a circle motion. ]
I like to think I'm an energetic one at least.
[ Eager to please, happy to be pleased. He just wants to find out what's really going to make her arch her back so nicely or dig her fingers against him. ]
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She shivers, pleasantly tortured by how his breath chills the saliva left on her skin and makes her nipples ache. How good of him, then, to come back to her, to turn her thoughtful hum into an almost ticklish little laugh. ]
Oh, you are... I like that, too~
[ The fingers that had been carding through his hair slip down the back of his neck, tracing out the lines of muscles in his shoulders... ]
It makes me want to be greedy and ask more of you, but... that would be very selfish of me...
[ Perfectly manicured nails scrape rousingly down the ridges of his spine as she drops to a whisper, something he would need to strain to hear and make it all the more delicious. ]
Where do you want me to touch you... ?
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Every trace of her fingertips is like igniting little fires beneath his skin. She could keep stroking along his spine and he would almost be content for a long while still. Almost. ]
I wouldn't mind. Ask it of me...
[ He wants to please her very much, after all.
He drops some kisses toward the center of her breasts, down against her stomach just below them, a ragged moan slipping between his lips somewhere along the way. The whispers send those tiny hairs at the nape of his neck standing. Honestly he probably isn't even certain he's heard right but if he has- well this is an obvious response anyway, especially with how stiff his cock hanging between them has become. ]
Anywhere. Everywhere.