The manor's breakfast balcony overlooks the ocean, and catches the morning sun as well. This area also serves as a basking zone, with several sculpted stones for lounging upon not far from the low serving table. The breakfast laid out includes fish and rice, soup and fried eggs along with a selection of fruits and pickled vegetables. And of course there is green tea.
Umeko is feeling just a bit sore this morning. Holding action poses for extended periods isn't exactly something she was trained for, and her muscles remind of that. What she really could use right now is one of Xander's hot-hands massages - but there's no sign of the Lapi yet. So far it is just herself, Lord Kazuhiko and the artist Hokusai, who looks like he's spent the night drinking rice wine.
Umeko rolls her shoulders. "I feel as though I spent all night holding one of Master Longtooth's gourds in my arms," she remarks as she slips out onto the balcony. "I am not built to be a model, it seems," she adds as she kneels down onto one of the thin pillows surrounding the low table.
"You are an ideal model," Kazuhiko counters. "Your form is perfect of line and curve, and your grace is like a stream of cherry blossoms in a gentle breeze."
"You are too kind. Alas my body tells me that I make a very poor statue, though. I am built for movement and sinew, not stillness," Umeko admits as she bows her head. She glances at the odd kirin when her head rises and she asks, "Would you like me to serve you this morning?" She even gestures to the table. An odd offer for her; she's rarely offered to do that for, well, anyone.
"I would be honored, Lady Tsuguri," the Kirin lord notes, smiling. "Perhaps you would be amenable to a more active form of posing?" he suggests.
"My body would be, most certainly," Umeko agrees as she sets out several small tea cups. Filling them is an art of simple and fluid movements involving both hands grasping the pot to direct it to each of the cups in turn. Once finished, she selects one of the cups, then rises. A few steps and she is kneeling before the kirin, her head bowed. The cup is then offered to him in two outstretched hands. A gesture of submissiveness; expected of kiriga ladies yes, but not something she does often.
"This somehow seems.. unsuited to your nature," Kazuhiko notes as he takes the cup.
"Perhaps, but it is a matter of respect; I am in your house," Umeko points out, "And it does no harm for me to pretend to be well behaved." The latter comes with a playful grin as she rises.
Hokusai gives a slight snort, and notes, "My dear, nobody in this House is well-behaved." Because he's a famous artist.. well, he can get away with that. Kazuhiko doesn't seem intent on correcting him or denying the claim.
"We are well behaved when it is expected," the Kirin confides to Umeko, after a moment, just so she doesn't get upset.
"Good, then I will enjoy my time here. And I hope not too well behaved, because now you have me curious," Umeko notes as she now moves to gather some small bits of fish to feed to the odd creature.
Kazuhiko seems inordinately amused by being fed fish by his guest. "Are you really sore from posing?" he finally asks.
"I am sore, yes. Uncomfortable, but not debilitating," Umeko remarks as she continues to feed her host. Her movements are ... intimate in a fashion. she is close, and occasionally she 'inadvertantly' touches the kirin; possibly an accident, possibly not. But it would e hard to prove it wasn't.
"I should remedy this," the Lord notes. "I have made some extensive study of therapeutic massage using heated rapeseed oil instead of the traditional hot stones."
"I would not complain. I must admit the chance to be massaged by such a handsome gentleman does sound pleasing," Umeko admits. "Though, it may drive my friend Xander to drink knowing it was not him, or that he missed it."
"I would not worry so much about your companion 'missing out' on anything," Kazuhiko notes with a chuckle. "It may be some time before my daughter releases him."
"Then I have you to myself?" Umeko inquires, brow arched slightly.
"You always have," the Kirin notes, then glances to the artist. "Although it would be useful to have some illustrations done at the same time."
"Well, then I am doubly honored, a good breakfast and a handsome lord to tend to me," Umeko remarks. She even reaches out and runs her fingers along the line of his jaw.
"Well then," Kazuhiko says, brushing the back of Umeko's hand with his tail-tuft, "let us away to the studio.."
Umeko catches the tuft of his tail in her fingers, then curls them around, wrapping the hair between them. "Lead on then, my Lord. I am yours for the day it seems," she says as she rises.
Furniture has been moved about. There's a long chaise lounge covered in fanciful brocade off to one side, and what looks like a portable stone-tiled bathing area (on wheels no less), complete with a drain. Kazuhiko heats the oil over a coal oven while Hakusai sets up his canvas where the angle seems best.
Umeko glances towards the vessel and the warming oil. Without a word, or being asked, she begins to undress. It's rather like she's shedding skin with the ease upon which she removes her clothing. With each step bits slide form her and down to the floor. "Will this be satisfactory?" she asks of the kirin; she's looking just over her shoulder with her hips tilted just so to make her body curve from his view of her back.
Kazuhiko turns to look, and says, "Quite perfect my lady.." and then he has to slap the paper fan he was using to blow air of the coals, since it catches fire while he was distracted. "It will just be a moment more. You can kneel on the basin if you wish.."
"There are few I would kneel before; but I would kneel before you," Umeko says as she slinks, almost slithers with sinewy movement over to the basin. Soon she's slithering her body onto it, then kneeling there with her hands placed on her thighs.
Kazuhiko follows soon after, carrying the bowl of warmed, clear oil. He sets it down in the basin and then removes his own kimono. He's fairly well endowed, unless that's just how Kirin's are. It would be best not to mention it to Xander though.
Umeko may have been around others too long, for she actually says, "Your horn is impressive, my Lord." Her eyes crinkle in amusement, but she otherwise remains kneeling before him.
"I do try to impress when I can," Kazuhiko notes, and dips his hands into the oil before applying them to Umeko's shoulders. The Kirin's hands are naturally warm, but the oil's ability to actually be absorbed by skin and scale makes it excellent for transferring heat. The Lord's hands are also very strong as he works the stiff muscles.
Umeko's head tilts and soon she actually lets out a small hiss. It's a bit painful; muscles complain at being moved. But, the pain eases slowly into a dull ache. "I do hope you can forgive my behavior," she admits, "There are not many I feel ... comfortable and safe with enough to allow a rest of social expectations."
"I am actively trying to encourage your behavior," Kazuhiko claims and grins, while moving down along Umeko's back. "You do not mind that I am attempting to seduce you, do you Lady Tsuguri?"
Umeko's own tail flicks up to tickle a bit of the kirin. "I have ... submitted to you, my Lord. I believe that is my answer," she claims, smiling a bit deviously. "I am quite enjoying it."
Kazuhiko continues the massage, occasionally calling out the name of a particular motion so that Hakusai can note it down on his drawings. 'Tilling the Fields' is a particularly intimate one, given that those muscles weren't strained from holding one position for too long.
Umeko is flexible, and this is very apparent as the massage continues. Her body twists and writhes, almost like a naga, as the kirin works. "You, my Lord, as misbehaving," she actually coos at him.
"I have not yet begun to misbehave," Kazuhiko claims, just before scooping up Umeko in his arms and carrying her to lounger, causing the artist to hastily move his easel and supplies and work the shutters to direct the light better.
"Not many would dare to pick me up as you just have," Umeko notes to the Lord and even places her palm on his cheek. "I am dangerous," she claims, eyes half-lidded.
"That is what makes you so attractive," the Kirin claims, and lays Umeko down on the cushion.. before he starts to rearrange her a bit. "This is called, The Swan in Repose," he explains, taking up a position of his own.
"The swan?" Umeko teases, "But I do not lay eggs." She actually does allow herself to be posed about; it is harmless enough after all and the Lord has been kind. He has a rather exotic charm at that.
"But you will spread your wings," Kazuhiko promises.. and then begins making love to the Kiriga in the odd position, which constrains certain movements while enhancing others. Hakusai's brush goes to work.
Umeko gasps! "Lord Kazuhiko," she cries out in shock; even if her body was ... ready for such. However, she doesn't actually try to stop the older man; instead her body responds with its own movements, restricted as they may be.
Kazuhiko knows how to pace himself.. and also keeps a close watch on Umeko's responses. Just when the Kiriga might be about to peak.. he changes to a different pose, effectively resetting and building back up again. The Dragon's Flame, Balance of Forces, Harmony of the Serpent - each one has a fanciful name and a surprisingly different effect.
"You are a very frustrating man," Umeko hisses in the kirin's ear when she is in one of the few positions that actually puts her head close to his. "An lucky that I am ... permitting this," she adds.
"Do you wish to take the lead?" Kazuhiko purrs. "Or am I keeping you curious?" Since there's a lot of bouncing for this one, it makes for a stuttering effect when it comes to talking.
"On Jadai the women are to allow the men to lead in all things. I am allowing this; it is ... curiously enjoyable right now," Umeko claims in a hissing stutter. "I will do whatever you command of me."
And so the Kirin leads.. on and on. It's hard to keep track of the changes and odd positions, some of which simply would not be possible with a Kiriga's flexibility (although Kazuhiko manages to come close, but it must be hard on his back). Finally, Hakusai announces, "I am out of canvas. And parchment. And gold ink."
"And does that mean we are done?" Umeko asks from the disturbing, back-twisting, pose that she is now in.
"Hmmm, it means.. we can relax," Kazuhiko claims, and pulls Umeko up to face him while straddling his lap. "And now is where I hand you my leash. It is up to you if I will find my release or not."
"I could show you some things my friend has taught me," Umeko suggests, smiling a bit deviously.
"The.. bunny?" Kazuhiko asks, one long eyebrow raised. "Or perhaps you have other friends?"
"Just some things he explained that he liked. It is amusing how he twitched when he asked," Umeko explains. She rises up and off the Kirin. "You can call this the forked tongue torment," she explains as she bows before the kirin. A slightly forked tongue, with a double stud in it ... can be quite surprising when used in flexible ways on certain things. It's also probably all the sharp teeth that excites Xander; he has the monster fetish after all.
The Kirin.. well, squirms. "Ahh.. I see what you meant about those studs now.." he gasps, trying very hard not to move (well, Umeko does have sharp teeth after all).
It's now Umeko's turn to focus on his reactions, making sure that he now reaches the edge of the peak, only to be denied it, over and over. She even uses her teeth sometimes! But only to lightly scratch, never puncture.
The Kirin is clearly gritting his teeth now, and digging his claws into the side of the couch. Umeko can feel the body-heat rolling off of him now as well, and his scales seem to be quivering. "Ah, I do hope I have not offended you in any way, Lady Tsuguri.." he hisses through clenched teeth.
A moment later Umeko is looking in his eyes. "Not at all, my Lord," she tells him, "In fact, you have inspired me to take a risk." Her body lowers and the kirin find himself back inside the young kiriga. "I am going to risk that we may be ... compatible," she tells him in a husky voice, right before she kisses him. Her body rolls and her tail entwines about him. It's apparent she isn't going to back off when he closes on his peak this time.
With the immediate danger of tearing against fangs gone, Kazuhiko responds.. vigorously! Enough so that he has to hold on to Umeko's legs to avoid launching her! "It may be a day for miracles, indeed!" he gasps.
Umeko chuffles and hisses; rather an odd sound. It's the time they both finally share some relief from the tensions of the day. "You are a horrible, corrupting, influence," she tells him when her breathing returns to some semblance of normalcy.
Taking in deep, gulping breaths, Lord Kazuhiko says, "From such a strong woman, I take that as a compliment. And perhaps a request for more corruption?"
"What are you thinking of, my Lord?" Umeko asks of him. Her brow even arches.
"Well, simply spending more quality time together," the Kirin notes. "In the bath, and in my bed.. and perhaps some nice spots in the garden as well, if the weather is amenable.."
"That ... could be arranged," Umeko agrees. "And it seems that you too share the same interests as my lapi friend. You squirmed a lot."
"It was new," Kazuhiko explains. "That is rare and precious. It is usually I who introduces such novelty. Clearly I must journey beyond our shores and experience the world as you have."
"Then perhaps you should experience it completely. Next time I don't have to stop when you get excited," Umeko offers, "But that is for later. I accept the request to be your lady for the day, Lord Kazuhiko."
The big male rumbles happily, then gets a look of concern. "I suppose we should rescue your companion at some point as well. Does he heal quickly?" he asks.
"He is quite durable and enjoys being scared," Umeko assures the older man. "What is your daughter doing with him?"
"Pages ten through eighty I suspect," the Lord notes. "Those seemed to be the ones that got her interest.."
"If you wish to see him twitch, I should do some of those pages with your daughter and have him watch," Umeko remarks a bit evilly.
"That.. hmm," Kazuhiko says, and then looks thoughtful. "I will have to research such further. It had not occurred to me to use these as a form of.. torture.."
"Nor I, but when I kissed another kiriga it seemed to excite him," Umeko notes and shrugs a bit. "Now, shall we withdraw for a bit more ... corruption?"
"Of course, anything my lady desires," Kazuhiko says magnanimously. "As long as it includes a relaxing bath."
"I shall even bathe you," Umeko offers as she rises, then extends her hand to him. "It is relaxing to ... give you control, I must admit."
Kazuhuki sits up with a slight groan. It looks like he'll be the one with sore muscles come morning. "I am most grateful, Umeko," he says. "I may have to bathe you with my tongue, however, as it is the least sprained so far."
"Do not worry, my Lord, we will sprain that too," Umeko teases, pats his hand, then off they go into the exotic home of an eve more exotic Lord.
Logfile from Amelia. (OOC) Log start: d:\logs\fs\2013-06-20_kazuhiko.htmlThe manor's breakfast balcony overlooks the ocean, and catches the morning sun as well. This area also serves as a basking zone, with several sculpted stones for lounging upon not far from the low serving table. The breakfast laid out includes fish and rice, soup and fried eggs along with a selection of fruits and pickled vegetables. And of course there is green tea.
Umeko is feeling just a bit sore this morning. Holding action poses for extended periods isn't exactly something she was trained for, and her muscles remind of that. What she really could use right now is one of Xander's hot-hands massages - but there's no sign of the Lapi yet. So far it is just herself, Lord Kazuhiko and the artist Hokusai, who looks like he's spent the night drinking rice wine.
Umeko rolls her shoulders. "I feel as though I spent all night holding one of Master Longtooth's gourds in my arms," she remarks as she slips out onto the balcony. "I am not built to be a model, it seems," she adds as she kneels down onto one of the thin pillows surrounding the low table.
"You are an ideal model," Kazuhiko counters. "Your form is perfect of line and curve, and your grace is like a stream of cherry blossoms in a gentle breeze."
"You are too kind. Alas my body tells me that I make a very poor statue, though. I am built for movement and sinew, not stillness," Umeko admits as she bows her head. She glances at the odd kirin when her head rises and she asks, "Would you like me to serve you this morning?" She even gestures to the table. An odd offer for her; she's rarely offered to do that for, well, anyone.
"I would be honored, Lady Tsuguri," the Kirin lord notes, smiling. "Perhaps you would be amenable to a more active form of posing?" he suggests.
"My body would be, most certainly," Umeko agrees as she sets out several small tea cups. Filling them is an art of simple and fluid movements involving both hands grasping the pot to direct it to each of the cups in turn. Once finished, she selects one of the cups, then rises. A few steps and she is kneeling before the kirin, her head bowed. The cup is then offered to him in two outstretched hands. A gesture of submissiveness; expected of kiriga ladies yes, but not something she does often.
"This somehow seems.. unsuited to your nature," Kazuhiko notes as he takes the cup.
"Perhaps, but it is a matter of respect; I am in your house," Umeko points out, "And it does no harm for me to pretend to be well behaved." The latter comes with a playful grin as she rises.
Hokusai gives a slight snort, and notes, "My dear, nobody in this House is well-behaved." Because he's a famous artist.. well, he can get away with that. Kazuhiko doesn't seem intent on correcting him or denying the claim.
"We are well behaved when it is expected," the Kirin confides to Umeko, after a moment, just so she doesn't get upset.
"Good, then I will enjoy my time here. And I hope not too well behaved, because now you have me curious," Umeko notes as she now moves to gather some small bits of fish to feed to the odd creature.
Kazuhiko seems inordinately amused by being fed fish by his guest. "Are you really sore from posing?" he finally asks.
"I am sore, yes. Uncomfortable, but not debilitating," Umeko remarks as she continues to feed her host. Her movements are ... intimate in a fashion. she is close, and occasionally she 'inadvertantly' touches the kirin; possibly an accident, possibly not. But it would e hard to prove it wasn't.
"I should remedy this," the Lord notes. "I have made some extensive study of therapeutic massage using heated rapeseed oil instead of the traditional hot stones."
"I would not complain. I must admit the chance to be massaged by such a handsome gentleman does sound pleasing," Umeko admits. "Though, it may drive my friend Xander to drink knowing it was not him, or that he missed it."
"I would not worry so much about your companion 'missing out' on anything," Kazuhiko notes with a chuckle. "It may be some time before my daughter releases him."
"Then I have you to myself?" Umeko inquires, brow arched slightly.
"You always have," the Kirin notes, then glances to the artist. "Although it would be useful to have some illustrations done at the same time."
"Well, then I am doubly honored, a good breakfast and a handsome lord to tend to me," Umeko remarks. She even reaches out and runs her fingers along the line of his jaw.
"Well then," Kazuhiko says, brushing the back of Umeko's hand with his tail-tuft, "let us away to the studio.."
Umeko catches the tuft of his tail in her fingers, then curls them around, wrapping the hair between them. "Lead on then, my Lord. I am yours for the day it seems," she says as she rises.
Furniture has been moved about. There's a long chaise lounge covered in fanciful brocade off to one side, and what looks like a portable stone-tiled bathing area (on wheels no less), complete with a drain. Kazuhiko heats the oil over a coal oven while Hakusai sets up his canvas where the angle seems best.
Umeko glances towards the vessel and the warming oil. Without a word, or being asked, she begins to undress. It's rather like she's shedding skin with the ease upon which she removes her clothing. With each step bits slide form her and down to the floor. "Will this be satisfactory?" she asks of the kirin; she's looking just over her shoulder with her hips tilted just so to make her body curve from his view of her back.
Kazuhiko turns to look, and says, "Quite perfect my lady.." and then he has to slap the paper fan he was using to blow air of the coals, since it catches fire while he was distracted. "It will just be a moment more. You can kneel on the basin if you wish.."
"There are few I would kneel before; but I would kneel before you," Umeko says as she slinks, almost slithers with sinewy movement over to the basin. Soon she's slithering her body onto it, then kneeling there with her hands placed on her thighs.
Kazuhiko follows soon after, carrying the bowl of warmed, clear oil. He sets it down in the basin and then removes his own kimono. He's fairly well endowed, unless that's just how Kirin's are. It would be best not to mention it to Xander though.
Umeko may have been around others too long, for she actually says, "Your horn is impressive, my Lord." Her eyes crinkle in amusement, but she otherwise remains kneeling before him.
"I do try to impress when I can," Kazuhiko notes, and dips his hands into the oil before applying them to Umeko's shoulders. The Kirin's hands are naturally warm, but the oil's ability to actually be absorbed by skin and scale makes it excellent for transferring heat. The Lord's hands are also very strong as he works the stiff muscles.
Umeko's head tilts and soon she actually lets out a small hiss. It's a bit painful; muscles complain at being moved. But, the pain eases slowly into a dull ache. "I do hope you can forgive my behavior," she admits, "There are not many I feel ... comfortable and safe with enough to allow a rest of social expectations."
"I am actively trying to encourage your behavior," Kazuhiko claims and grins, while moving down along Umeko's back. "You do not mind that I am attempting to seduce you, do you Lady Tsuguri?"
Umeko's own tail flicks up to tickle a bit of the kirin. "I have ... submitted to you, my Lord. I believe that is my answer," she claims, smiling a bit deviously. "I am quite enjoying it."
Kazuhiko continues the massage, occasionally calling out the name of a particular motion so that Hakusai can note it down on his drawings. 'Tilling the Fields' is a particularly intimate one, given that those muscles weren't strained from holding one position for too long.
Umeko is flexible, and this is very apparent as the massage continues. Her body twists and writhes, almost like a naga, as the kirin works. "You, my Lord, as misbehaving," she actually coos at him.
"I have not yet begun to misbehave," Kazuhiko claims, just before scooping up Umeko in his arms and carrying her to lounger, causing the artist to hastily move his easel and supplies and work the shutters to direct the light better.
"Not many would dare to pick me up as you just have," Umeko notes to the Lord and even places her palm on his cheek. "I am dangerous," she claims, eyes half-lidded.
"That is what makes you so attractive," the Kirin claims, and lays Umeko down on the cushion.. before he starts to rearrange her a bit. "This is called, The Swan in Repose," he explains, taking up a position of his own.
"The swan?" Umeko teases, "But I do not lay eggs." She actually does allow herself to be posed about; it is harmless enough after all and the Lord has been kind. He has a rather exotic charm at that.
"But you will spread your wings," Kazuhiko promises.. and then begins making love to the Kiriga in the odd position, which constrains certain movements while enhancing others. Hakusai's brush goes to work.
Umeko gasps! "Lord Kazuhiko," she cries out in shock; even if her body was ... ready for such. However, she doesn't actually try to stop the older man; instead her body responds with its own movements, restricted as they may be.
Kazuhiko knows how to pace himself.. and also keeps a close watch on Umeko's responses. Just when the Kiriga might be about to peak.. he changes to a different pose, effectively resetting and building back up again. The Dragon's Flame, Balance of Forces, Harmony of the Serpent - each one has a fanciful name and a surprisingly different effect.
"You are a very frustrating man," Umeko hisses in the kirin's ear when she is in one of the few positions that actually puts her head close to his. "An lucky that I am ... permitting this," she adds.
"Do you wish to take the lead?" Kazuhiko purrs. "Or am I keeping you curious?" Since there's a lot of bouncing for this one, it makes for a stuttering effect when it comes to talking.
"On Jadai the women are to allow the men to lead in all things. I am allowing this; it is ... curiously enjoyable right now," Umeko claims in a hissing stutter. "I will do whatever you command of me."
And so the Kirin leads.. on and on. It's hard to keep track of the changes and odd positions, some of which simply would not be possible with a Kiriga's flexibility (although Kazuhiko manages to come close, but it must be hard on his back). Finally, Hakusai announces, "I am out of canvas. And parchment. And gold ink."
"And does that mean we are done?" Umeko asks from the disturbing, back-twisting, pose that she is now in.
"Hmmm, it means.. we can relax," Kazuhiko claims, and pulls Umeko up to face him while straddling his lap. "And now is where I hand you my leash. It is up to you if I will find my release or not."
"I could show you some things my friend has taught me," Umeko suggests, smiling a bit deviously.
"The.. bunny?" Kazuhiko asks, one long eyebrow raised. "Or perhaps you have other friends?"
"Just some things he explained that he liked. It is amusing how he twitched when he asked," Umeko explains. She rises up and off the Kirin. "You can call this the forked tongue torment," she explains as she bows before the kirin. A slightly forked tongue, with a double stud in it ... can be quite surprising when used in flexible ways on certain things. It's also probably all the sharp teeth that excites Xander; he has the monster fetish after all.
The Kirin.. well, squirms. "Ahh.. I see what you meant about those studs now.." he gasps, trying very hard not to move (well, Umeko does have sharp teeth after all).
It's now Umeko's turn to focus on his reactions, making sure that he now reaches the edge of the peak, only to be denied it, over and over. She even uses her teeth sometimes! But only to lightly scratch, never puncture.
The Kirin is clearly gritting his teeth now, and digging his claws into the side of the couch. Umeko can feel the body-heat rolling off of him now as well, and his scales seem to be quivering. "Ah, I do hope I have not offended you in any way, Lady Tsuguri.." he hisses through clenched teeth.
A moment later Umeko is looking in his eyes. "Not at all, my Lord," she tells him, "In fact, you have inspired me to take a risk." Her body lowers and the kirin find himself back inside the young kiriga. "I am going to risk that we may be ... compatible," she tells him in a husky voice, right before she kisses him. Her body rolls and her tail entwines about him. It's apparent she isn't going to back off when he closes on his peak this time.
With the immediate danger of tearing against fangs gone, Kazuhiko responds.. vigorously! Enough so that he has to hold on to Umeko's legs to avoid launching her! "It may be a day for miracles, indeed!" he gasps.
Umeko chuffles and hisses; rather an odd sound. It's the time they both finally share some relief from the tensions of the day. "You are a horrible, corrupting, influence," she tells him when her breathing returns to some semblance of normalcy.
Taking in deep, gulping breaths, Lord Kazuhiko says, "From such a strong woman, I take that as a compliment. And perhaps a request for more corruption?"
"What are you thinking of, my Lord?" Umeko asks of him. Her brow even arches.
"Well, simply spending more quality time together," the Kirin notes. "In the bath, and in my bed.. and perhaps some nice spots in the garden as well, if the weather is amenable.."
"That ... could be arranged," Umeko agrees. "And it seems that you too share the same interests as my lapi friend. You squirmed a lot."
"It was new," Kazuhiko explains. "That is rare and precious. It is usually I who introduces such novelty. Clearly I must journey beyond our shores and experience the world as you have."
"Then perhaps you should experience it completely. Next time I don't have to stop when you get excited," Umeko offers, "But that is for later. I accept the request to be your lady for the day, Lord Kazuhiko."
The big male rumbles happily, then gets a look of concern. "I suppose we should rescue your companion at some point as well. Does he heal quickly?" he asks.
"He is quite durable and enjoys being scared," Umeko assures the older man. "What is your daughter doing with him?"
"Pages ten through eighty I suspect," the Lord notes. "Those seemed to be the ones that got her interest.."
"If you wish to see him twitch, I should do some of those pages with your daughter and have him watch," Umeko remarks a bit evilly.
"That.. hmm," Kazuhiko says, and then looks thoughtful. "I will have to research such further. It had not occurred to me to use these as a form of.. torture.."
"Nor I, but when I kissed another kiriga it seemed to excite him," Umeko notes and shrugs a bit. "Now, shall we withdraw for a bit more ... corruption?"
"Of course, anything my lady desires," Kazuhiko says magnanimously. "As long as it includes a relaxing bath."
"I shall even bathe you," Umeko offers as she rises, then extends her hand to him. "It is relaxing to ... give you control, I must admit."
Kazuhuki sits up with a slight groan. It looks like he'll be the one with sore muscles come morning. "I am most grateful, Umeko," he says. "I may have to bathe you with my tongue, however, as it is the least sprained so far."
"Do not worry, my Lord, we will sprain that too," Umeko teases, pats his hand, then off they go into the exotic home of an eve more exotic Lord.
Logfile from Amelia. (OOC) Log start: d:\logs\fs\2013-06-20_kazuhiko.htmlThe manor's breakfast balcony overlooks the ocean, and catches the morning sun as well. This area also serves as a basking zone, with several sculpted stones for lounging upon not far from the low serving table. The breakfast laid out includes fish and rice, soup and fried eggs along with a selection of fruits and pickled vegetables. And of course there is green tea.
Umeko is feeling just a bit sore this morning. Holding action poses for extended periods isn't exactly something she was trained for, and her muscles remind of that. What she really could use right now is one of Xander's hot-hands massages - but there's no sign of the Lapi yet. So far it is just herself, Lord Kazuhiko and the artist Hokusai, who looks like he's spent the night drinking rice wine.
Umeko rolls her shoulders. "I feel as though I spent all night holding one of Master Longtooth's gourds in my arms," she remarks as she slips out onto the balcony. "I am not built to be a model, it seems," she adds as she kneels down onto one of the thin pillows surrounding the low table.
"You are an ideal model," Kazuhiko counters. "Your form is perfect of line and curve, and your grace is like a stream of cherry blossoms in a gentle breeze."
"You are too kind. Alas my body tells me that I make a very poor statue, though. I am built for movement and sinew, not stillness," Umeko admits as she bows her head. She glances at the odd kirin when her head rises and she asks, "Would you like me to serve you this morning?" She even gestures to the table. An odd offer for her; she's rarely offered to do that for, well, anyone.
"I would be honored, Lady Tsuguri," the Kirin lord notes, smiling. "Perhaps you would be amenable to a more active form of posing?" he suggests.
"My body would be, most certainly," Umeko agrees as she sets out several small tea cups. Filling them is an art of simple and fluid movements involving both hands grasping the pot to direct it to each of the cups in turn. Once finished, she selects one of the cups, then rises. A few steps and she is kneeling before the kirin, her head bowed. The cup is then offered to him in two outstretched hands. A gesture of submissiveness; expected of kiriga ladies yes, but not something she does often.
"This somehow seems.. unsuited to your nature," Kazuhiko notes as he takes the cup.
"Perhaps, but it is a matter of respect; I am in your house," Umeko points out, "And it does no harm for me to pretend to be well behaved." The latter comes with a playful grin as she rises.
Hokusai gives a slight snort, and notes, "My dear, nobody in this House is well-behaved." Because he's a famous artist.. well, he can get away with that. Kazuhiko doesn't seem intent on correcting him or denying the claim.
"We are well behaved when it is expected," the Kirin confides to Umeko, after a moment, just so she doesn't get upset.
"Good, then I will enjoy my time here. And I hope not too well behaved, because now you have me curious," Umeko notes as she now moves to gather some small bits of fish to feed to the odd creature.
Kazuhiko seems inordinately amused by being fed fish by his guest. "Are you really sore from posing?" he finally asks.
"I am sore, yes. Uncomfortable, but not debilitating," Umeko remarks as she continues to feed her host. Her movements are ... intimate in a fashion. she is close, and occasionally she 'inadvertantly' touches the kirin; possibly an accident, possibly not. But it would e hard to prove it wasn't.
"I should remedy this," the Lord notes. "I have made some extensive study of therapeutic massage using heated rapeseed oil instead of the traditional hot stones."
"I would not complain. I must admit the chance to be massaged by such a handsome gentleman does sound pleasing," Umeko admits. "Though, it may drive my friend Xander to drink knowing it was not him, or that he missed it."
"I would not worry so much about your companion 'missing out' on anything," Kazuhiko notes with a chuckle. "It may be some time before my daughter releases him."
"Then I have you to myself?" Umeko inquires, brow arched slightly.
"You always have," the Kirin notes, then glances to the artist. "Although it would be useful to have some illustrations done at the same time."
"Well, then I am doubly honored, a good breakfast and a handsome lord to tend to me," Umeko remarks. She even reaches out and runs her fingers along the line of his jaw.
"Well then," Kazuhiko says, brushing the back of Umeko's hand with his tail-tuft, "let us away to the studio.."
Umeko catches the tuft of his tail in her fingers, then curls them around, wrapping the hair between them. "Lead on then, my Lord. I am yours for the day it seems," she says as she rises.
Furniture has been moved about. There's a long chaise lounge covered in fanciful brocade off to one side, and what looks like a portable stone-tiled bathing area (on wheels no less), complete with a drain. Kazuhiko heats the oil over a coal oven while Hakusai sets up his canvas where the angle seems best.
Umeko glances towards the vessel and the warming oil. Without a word, or being asked, she begins to undress. It's rather like she's shedding skin with the ease upon which she removes her clothing. With each step bits slide form her and down to the floor. "Will this be satisfactory?" she asks of the kirin; she's looking just over her shoulder with her hips tilted just so to make her body curve from his view of her back.
Kazuhiko turns to look, and says, "Quite perfect my lady.." and then he has to slap the paper fan he was using to blow air of the coals, since it catches fire while he was distracted. "It will just be a moment more. You can kneel on the basin if you wish.."
"There are few I would kneel before; but I would kneel before you," Umeko says as she slinks, almost slithers with sinewy movement over to the basin. Soon she's slithering her body onto it, then kneeling there with her hands placed on her thighs.
Kazuhiko follows soon after, carrying the bowl of warmed, clear oil. He sets it down in the basin and then removes his own kimono. He's fairly well endowed, unless that's just how Kirin's are. It would be best not to mention it to Xander though.
Umeko may have been around others too long, for she actually says, "Your horn is impressive, my Lord." Her eyes crinkle in amusement, but she otherwise remains kneeling before him.
"I do try to impress when I can," Kazuhiko notes, and dips his hands into the oil before applying them to Umeko's shoulders. The Kirin's hands are naturally warm, but the oil's ability to actually be absorbed by skin and scale makes it excellent for transferring heat. The Lord's hands are also very strong as he works the stiff muscles.
Umeko's head tilts and soon she actually lets out a small hiss. It's a bit painful; muscles complain at being moved. But, the pain eases slowly into a dull ache. "I do hope you can forgive my behavior," she admits, "There are not many I feel ... comfortable and safe with enough to allow a rest of social expectations."
"I am actively trying to encourage your behavior," Kazuhiko claims and grins, while moving down along Umeko's back. "You do not mind that I am attempting to seduce you, do you Lady Tsuguri?"
Umeko's own tail flicks up to tickle a bit of the kirin. "I have ... submitted to you, my Lord. I believe that is my answer," she claims, smiling a bit deviously. "I am quite enjoying it."
Kazuhiko continues the massage, occasionally calling out the name of a particular motion so that Hakusai can note it down on his drawings. 'Tilling the Fields' is a particularly intimate one, given that those muscles weren't strained from holding one position for too long.
Umeko is flexible, and this is very apparent as the massage continues. Her body twists and writhes, almost like a naga, as the kirin works. "You, my Lord, as misbehaving," she actually coos at him.
"I have not yet begun to misbehave," Kazuhiko claims, just before scooping up Umeko in his arms and carrying her to lounger, causing the artist to hastily move his easel and supplies and work the shutters to direct the light better.
"Not many would dare to pick me up as you just have," Umeko notes to the Lord and even places her palm on his cheek. "I am dangerous," she claims, eyes half-lidded.
"That is what makes you so attractive," the Kirin claims, and lays Umeko down on the cushion.. before he starts to rearrange her a bit. "This is called, The Swan in Repose," he explains, taking up a position of his own.
"The swan?" Umeko teases, "But I do not lay eggs." She actually does allow herself to be posed about; it is harmless enough after all and the Lord has been kind. He has a rather exotic charm at that.
"But you will spread your wings," Kazuhiko promises.. and then begins making love to the Kiriga in the odd position, which constrains certain movements while enhancing others. Hakusai's brush goes to work.
Umeko gasps! "Lord Kazuhiko," she cries out in shock; even if her body was ... ready for such. However, she doesn't actually try to stop the older man; instead her body responds with its own movements, restricted as they may be.
Kazuhiko knows how to pace himself.. and also keeps a close watch on Umeko's responses. Just when the Kiriga might be about to peak.. he changes to a different pose, effectively resetting and building back up again. The Dragon's Flame, Balance of Forces, Harmony of the Serpent - each one has a fanciful name and a surprisingly different effect.
"You are a very frustrating man," Umeko hisses in the kirin's ear when she is in one of the few positions that actually puts her head close to his. "An lucky that I am ... permitting this," she adds.
"Do you wish to take the lead?" Kazuhiko purrs. "Or am I keeping you curious?" Since there's a lot of bouncing for this one, it makes for a stuttering effect when it comes to talking.
"On Jadai the women are to allow the men to lead in all things. I am allowing this; it is ... curiously enjoyable right now," Umeko claims in a hissing stutter. "I will do whatever you command of me."
And so the Kirin leads.. on and on. It's hard to keep track of the changes and odd positions, some of which simply would not be possible with a Kiriga's flexibility (although Kazuhiko manages to come close, but it must be hard on his back). Finally, Hakusai announces, "I am out of canvas. And parchment. And gold ink."
"And does that mean we are done?" Umeko asks from the disturbing, back-twisting, pose that she is now in.
"Hmmm, it means.. we can relax," Kazuhiko claims, and pulls Umeko up to face him while straddling his lap. "And now is where I hand you my leash. It is up to you if I will find my release or not."
"I could show you some things my friend has taught me," Umeko suggests, smiling a bit deviously.
"The.. bunny?" Kazuhiko asks, one long eyebrow raised. "Or perhaps you have other friends?"
"Just some things he explained that he liked. It is amusing how he twitched when he asked," Umeko explains. She rises up and off the Kirin. "You can call this the forked tongue torment," she explains as she bows before the kirin. A slightly forked tongue, with a double stud in it ... can be quite surprising when used in flexible ways on certain things. It's also probably all the sharp teeth that excites Xander; he has the monster fetish after all.
The Kirin.. well, squirms. "Ahh.. I see what you meant about those studs now.." he gasps, trying very hard not to move (well, Umeko does have sharp teeth after all).
It's now Umeko's turn to focus on his reactions, making sure that he now reaches the edge of the peak, only to be denied it, over and over. She even uses her teeth sometimes! But only to lightly scratch, never puncture.
The Kirin is clearly gritting his teeth now, and digging his claws into the side of the couch. Umeko can feel the body-heat rolling off of him now as well, and his scales seem to be quivering. "Ah, I do hope I have not offended you in any way, Lady Tsuguri.." he hisses through clenched teeth.
A moment later Umeko is looking in his eyes. "Not at all, my Lord," she tells him, "In fact, you have inspired me to take a risk." Her body lowers and the kirin find himself back inside the young kiriga. "I am going to risk that we may be ... compatible," she tells him in a husky voice, right before she kisses him. Her body rolls and her tail entwines about him. It's apparent she isn't going to back off when he closes on his peak this time.
With the immediate danger of tearing against fangs gone, Kazuhiko responds.. vigorously! Enough so that he has to hold on to Umeko's legs to avoid launching her! "It may be a day for miracles, indeed!" he gasps.
Umeko chuffles and hisses; rather an odd sound. It's the time they both finally share some relief from the tensions of the day. "You are a horrible, corrupting, influence," she tells him when her breathing returns to some semblance of normalcy.
Taking in deep, gulping breaths, Lord Kazuhiko says, "From such a strong woman, I take that as a compliment. And perhaps a request for more corruption?"
"What are you thinking of, my Lord?" Umeko asks of him. Her brow even arches.
"Well, simply spending more quality time together," the Kirin notes. "In the bath, and in my bed.. and perhaps some nice spots in the garden as well, if the weather is amenable.."
"That ... could be arranged," Umeko agrees. "And it seems that you too share the same interests as my lapi friend. You squirmed a lot."
"It was new," Kazuhiko explains. "That is rare and precious. It is usually I who introduces such novelty. Clearly I must journey beyond our shores and experience the world as you have."
"Then perhaps you should experience it completely. Next time I don't have to stop when you get excited," Umeko offers, "But that is for later. I accept the request to be your lady for the day, Lord Kazuhiko."
The big male rumbles happily, then gets a look of concern. "I suppose we should rescue your companion at some point as well. Does he heal quickly?" he asks.
"He is quite durable and enjoys being scared," Umeko assures the older man. "What is your daughter doing with him?"
"Pages ten through eighty I suspect," the Lord notes. "Those seemed to be the ones that got her interest.."
"If you wish to see him twitch, I should do some of those pages with your daughter and have him watch," Umeko remarks a bit evilly.
"That.. hmm," Kazuhiko says, and then looks thoughtful. "I will have to research such further. It had not occurred to me to use these as a form of.. torture.."
"Nor I, but when I kissed another kiriga it seemed to excite him," Umeko notes and shrugs a bit. "Now, shall we withdraw for a bit more ... corruption?"
"Of course, anything my lady desires," Kazuhiko says magnanimously. "As long as it includes a relaxing bath."
"I shall even bathe you," Umeko offers as she rises, then extends her hand to him. "It is relaxing to ... give you control, I must admit."
Kazuhuki sits up with a slight groan. It looks like he'll be the one with sore muscles come morning. "I am most grateful, Umeko," he says. "I may have to bathe you with my tongue, however, as it is the least sprained so far."
"Do not worry, my Lord, we will sprain that too," Umeko teases, pats his hand, then off they go into the exotic home of an eve more exotic Lord.