"Heh... I guess you have, ugh, incentive to keep me alive..." Karolina smirks, in between her assaults on So Naka's cunt. "So I can give you the pleasure you need later." She continues to eat out So Naka until the woman passes out, and cuddles up to her, consciousness fading as well.
Karolina slowly opeed her eyes, her body still sensitive from pleasure... it seemed that she had lost consciousness from overstimulation. She stretched, satisfied from fuckig she received. The orgasms made her relaxed... A yawn escaped her - she did not seem to be out for a long time. Then she noticed something - both Edward and So Naka were gone - the noblewoman was in bed alone.
Too slow! Damn it! Though, if he's that quick to blow he isn't worth taking in the first place. Thinking quickly, Reka says, amicably "Yeah, can we have a closer look at this pair of bracelets I saw in the display?" She whispers quietly to Sofia if she gets a chance. "Two things. One: there's next to no security. Two, the reason I tried to rush you in here: she was blowing him under the counter just a few seconds ago. Guess I was too slow."
Though she doesn't particularly want to get out of bed, a slightly sore Karolina lifts herself up onto her elbows, looking around for her clothing and her sword.
"Maybe they've been at it for hours, and just finished as you left?" Sofia suggested with a shrug. She looked around, as her eyes moved between displays and the surroundings - she even was more or less discreet about it. "So?" She turned back to Reka with a whisper. The man came back with a set of bracelets. "You spoke about those?" He asked as he showed, what Reka recognised, as bracelets from 1950s. Those were quite popular at that time.
As she looked around, Karolina easily found her clothes and sword... But Edward's blade was nowhere to be found...
"Hmm..." Narrowing her eyes, Karolina redresses and holds her blade at her side, ready to unsheathe it at a moment's notice. Slowly, she moves from room to room, searching for her crewman.
As Karolina slowly made her way through the house, she realised that there was no one in the building except for her. The building was eerie silent. But as she looked outside, the car was still in the yard. There were three places the two could have gone - to the forest, over the lake or into the small garage next to the house.
"I was just hoping to try some light blackmail. Not a big deal." Reka shrugs as she whispers back. ---------- She picks up a bracelet and inspects it. "These are from the post-World War II era, right? Either that or a replica. Haven't seen this kind of design for a few years. What do you think, babe?" She asks Sofia.
"Indeed~" The man smiled as he nodded his head. "This were quite popular during the 50s. It was rage back then - all the teenagers had does. They could be quite easily personalised - friends and lovers wore matching pairs, some use paint to scribe some texts on it. I once saw that someone used flurescent paint to add an effect." He chuckled. "Ho~" Sofia hummed as she looked the brecalet over. She seemed rather unimpressed. It was simple, but 1000 years ago, Reka could probably sell it for quite a heavy pouch of coins.
"Hmm..." Karolina goes from shortest trip to largest - starting with the garage, then the forest and finally circumnavigating around the lake, keeping her eyes and ears peeled.
First, Karolina made her way to the garage, Spoiler: Luck 33- fail but she found nothing there. Then she moved through the forest, Spoiler: Luck 12- fail But she almost gotten lost as she moved through it. Finally she moved to the lake Spoiler: Luck 98 - success and she luckily found Edward and So Naka. The woman was still bound - she was bent forward, her body bouncing as Edward held her by the rope and fucked her snatch. The two were standing next to a boat, and Karolina noticed a glint of steel - from Edward's unsheeted sword, he held in his hand.
Karolina breathes a sigh of relief, before taking a spot behind a tree, watching Edward's actions. Did he intend to kill the woman? Why hide it?
In the night, the dark heels and stockings contrasted with a sweaty glistering pale body of So Naka giving her an eerie look. Her moans were easily heard, as the water carried the sound so well, Karolina could easily hear the slapping noises. Finally, Edward grabbed the woman by the hair, putting a sword to her neck. "You are damn hot, you shanghai chick!" He exclaimed. "Let's make a little contest. You will ride me until I am satisfied - you do that, I will drop you off somewhere - free. Fail, and I will take your head." He waved his sword to emphasise the point. "I have to warn you - I am quite skilled in arts of sex~" He chuckled. "Ready?" Soon, Edward lied on the ground, So Naka mounted him and started riding him. She looked tired, sweaty, blissful... her breasts moved almost magically in the night - and the reflection of the moon on the lake made it look almost magical... it certainly looked artistic...
Looking at the moon's bright imprint on the water, and the beautiful Japanese woman moaning loudly, Karolina's mind drifts back to another moonlit night, long ago... Musashi Province, Japan - 1795 Wearing a Japanese silken garment that does little against the cold, Karolina stands at the side of the ship, so much clunkier than her beloved Queen Anne's Cunt, now resting somewhere at the bottom of the Carribean, she notes with sadness. Looking out, she gazes at the moonlight reflected in the water, and beyond it to the shore, a dark silhouette pin pricked by fires where the fishing village lies. The immortal stares out at the village, ignoring the crude comments and the openly lewd stares of the Wako pirates who prepare the ship for landing. After all, she's already been engaged with several gangbangs with the rough looking men - insurance, in case they decided to pocket the money she was paying them to smuggle her to Japan, and try to sell her as a slave, or turn her in to the shogun's authorities. Listening in on their conversations using the command of the language she's managed to learn from them, and from Nobu, she gathers that their arrival on shore is imminent, so she backs away from the rail and gets ready, trying her best not to butt in with comments about how the pirates could be going about the process more efficiently - for an island nation, the Japanese are strangely poor sailors, she notes. Of course, in the years following Karolina's visit, this ineptitude would be sharply reversed, to the shock of the Russians at Tsushima, but for now, Karolina taps her foot impatiently as the wako take their sweet time getting to shore.Finally, the redhead feels her feet press into the sand, and she arrives on Japanese soil, one step closer to the reason she's here - one step closer to revenge for Paris... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She sighs sadly, remembering. As the French Revolution burst into being and dragged Europe into war, so too had it led to bloodshed among the immortals. She'd been in Paris, then, bored to death of her life as a noblewoman with a salon, and had become a revolutionary. She'd felt a little guilty, marching with the fishmonger's wives as they'd dragged poor Louis XVI out of his palace, knowing that she'd been the the mistress of his grandfather, but like everyone, she was caught up in the excitement. As France was reborn, she'd met another revolutionary - another immortal, and the sparks flew. His eyes had burned with such fire that the redhead felt like it would consume the world, and it turned her on like nothing else. Soon, they were lovers - later, they were closer than that. He'd introduced himself to her, then - Oda Nobunaga, a man who'd come so close to ruling his home country of Japan, before it was taken away from him by betrayal, and who now like her was a wanderer. It was a good few years - Nobunaga was as debauched as she, and as passionate. Then, things changed, as they always must. She wasn't sure what had started the violence - some immortal sending another to the guillotine, she'd heard, but in the end it hadn't mattered. Thousands of years of politics amongst the oldest of the immortals, and their followers, lit up like a powderkeg, and soon much of their secret number had been drawn to Paris, dividing into factions, power bases and spheres of influence built up over centuries all pitted against one another. The War of the Immortals was unprecedented in the sheer scale of bloodshed to the point that many thought it was the mythical time of the Gathering. In a matter of years, the immortal population fell by a third, and all of the elders who stood as generals - some of the oldest and most powerful immortals in existence - were slain. Amidst the secret war, Karolina's beloved Nobu had shown that ruthlessness that made him Japan's greatest warlord, switching sides at the last moment. Though he couldn't bring himself to kill her, Nobunaga butchered some of Karolina's oldest friends, before the tide turned, and he was forced to flee. Tracking Nobunaga had been a complicated affair, but the result had been simple - he fled back to his homeland of Japan. Now, Karolina pursues, ready to kill her lover, and take her revenge. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The redhead's roused from her thoughts as she stands on the sands of the small fishing village, hearing the sound of hoofbeats before the loudly swearing wako do. She stays still, as the pirates panic and try to escape back to their ship, and is ignored as the men are slaughtered on the beach by a company of mounted samurai. "Who are you?" A well dressed man at the head of the samurai speaks, after the killing work is done, noticing that the woman standing with a strange calm near the slaughter isn't quite as Japanese as her clothes would suggest. "A European! I am Tokugawa Iesada, uncle and court advisor to the shogun. Don't you know your people are forbidden from straying into this land beyond the trading ports? Pray tell, why exactly should I not have you deported this very second - or take your head right here?" Karolina smiles at him. "My good man, I know you'd be entirely within your rights to kill me. But know then, that I won't die without a fight - and I don't plan on going to hell alone." She pats the sword at her hip and flashes a seductive smile. "So, my lord, why don't I show you exactly what I can offer you to let me stay..." Seeing his gaze, a mix between a surprised respect at her boldness, and a lustful desire to humble her publically, she knows she has him - the ally she needs to stay in Japan long enough to find Nobu. Now, all there is to do is reel him in. "So, my lord?" She says as she lets the silk fall down her body. "What will it be?"
The man laughed heartily. "Bold!" He exclaimed and waved his hand. The samurai quickly rode and surrounded Karolina. He rode the horse around, looking her body over. "Nice... exotic... but better kunoichi then you tried." He chuckled. "Through, I admit, they were not as bold." He moved his horse, so he was again in front of Karolina. "You know our language, our customs... who are you and what did you came here for, gaijin?"
"They tried what, my lord? To kill you, or to get you to take them to bed?" She smirks up at him. "I seek a man. Japanese, but an exile who's been gone from these lands for many years. He betrayed me, and killed several of the people closest to me, and I seek to bring him to justice." She keeps it as honest as she can, without telling the complete truth and sounding completely insane. Luckily for her, Nobunaga's not been here for two centuries, and the ruling Tokugawa family would see him as a potential rival to their rule if they knew who he was, so he should be little more in standing here than her - a stranger from foreign shores, only one who looks Japanese rather than Polish.
"Hah! Both!" He chuckled. "You would be surprised how close I was to being stabbed with a poison needle one of Kunoichi had hidden in her pussy!" He exclaimed with a laugh. As he listened to the story, he nodded his head. "Well, my dear, this is tragic. But the law of land is simple-" Spoiler: Awareness 3+20 (immortal Vs mortal) -fail Before she could realise two samurai grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. They got a rope and started tying it around her body. Soon, she was in bondage - the locals sure knew their knots... despite not being sailors.
"I like them, but we'll have to come back another day to actually buy them. We're just looking around for today." She hands the bracelets back to the clerk and turns to Sofia. "Was there anything you wanted to check out?"
"What?" Sofia turned to Reka confused. "Oh-" Reka could actually see light coming in Sofia's eyes. "Eh - noo..." She slowly said, looking at Reka making sure she was giving the right answer.
