'Oh, I see. I'm glad you trust me and feel comfortable around me,' Jian smiled behind Chitsukiko, though she could not see it. He saw the red lines on her back left by the bandages, 'They were wrapped pretty tightly. Are you sore? I could massage your back a bit if you like.' The mainlander rubbed his hands for a moment to warm them. His hands touched her naked back, they were strong and slightly calloused from countless hours spent training with the sword or doing chores, but he was very gentle. Rubbing the spots were the wrapping had bound her, he liked the feeling of her skin, 'How does that feel?'
"Can you climb?!?" The captain shouts the question to her. "I need someone to go up the rigging and cut that line! The last guy who tried broke his neck!"
Midori swats Inzuma's backside with the flat of the sword, until there are red marks. "Enough." She hands back the blade. "I'm sorry, sister."
"Mmmh. I fail to see that." Kyouka groaned as her right foot rubs his shaft. And as he stroked her drenched pussy, more and more of her juices leak out while her holes quivered with need.
Jurobei, with a growl, filled her womb with his seed. As the woman was climaxing, he pushed her of himself. He waited, until woman came to, before ordering her- "Clean me." He said shortly. He was hoping the journey to the capital will pass quickly.
Yunah doesent even reply and makes her way to The rigging and starts climbing up the soaked wood. She moves slowly and stays calm and focused like Shes been taught to act in such Situations.
"Ah~" Gasping as soon as his hands touched her skin, Chitsukiko pushed back, driving his strong hands harder against her back. Her entire body stretched, flexing the muscles of her athletic body, curving her spine as she mewled with obvious relief, and, just perhaps, pleasure. "My archery suffers without the bindings, but I get to feel good like this afterward. It's worth the discomfort. Hmm, you've done this before." Jian's touch felt different from Midori's in a fundamental way, better.
'Yes, I have,' Jian chuckled, his fingers digging into every spot he felt tension in her back, 'My mother used to ask me to do this for her quite often. I tried not to think about what made her so sore.' He alternated his touch, from strong pressed to sometimes little more than a caress, 'Your skin is very beautiful. A lot of women would be jealous.' After spending a good while massaging her back, Jian's hands moved up to Chitsukiko's shoulders, rubbing where her armour's shoulder straps had lain.
Inazuma let hersellf to massage her painfull ass. "It isn't your fault, sister. We all have to follow clan head, ewen when don't agree with that." She said but this words cost her a lot. If not her oath, she would escape clan ewen today. "To be fair with you, I feel sorry for shogun's mother. Being murder without any way to fight back is humilation for us. Enemy, ewen most dangrous, deserve respect." She said and dress hersellf up.
"Then I have to thank your mother for raising such a filial son." His continued attention felt heavenly, heating up Chitsukiko's body as he caressed her. "More praise, cousin Jian?" She chided him, but smiled. Few ever said the things Jian was saying, usually, they praised her martial ability, but Chitsukiko found she enjoyed hearing those words from his lips. Her hand slid over his, gingerly tugging at it to lead him lower toward her chest. Their bodies were touching as she shuffled back on the bed toward Jian.
Jian chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed at his overflowing of sweet things to tell her, 'Sorry, I laid it on too thick there. I'll moderate my compliments.' As her hands guided him lower, his strong hands cupped her large breasts from behind, he liked the way they filled his palms and their heft, 'Are they sore too?' He started to rub and caress Chitsukiko's breasts in his hands, his fingers brushing over her nipples as he did. He couldn't quite believe what was happening, Chitsukiko was lovely and enticing, but she was also related to him. Even though they had only met that day, he felt a certain connection to her.
She started to groan sweetly as Jian played with her chest. Her fingers brushed up against the back of her hand, then locking themselves in place between his, caressing the palm with her thumb. Although not letting him relent. "No, it's exactly right." Near him, her entire body felt sore and aching. Nuzzling into the crock of his neck, she started to kiss him. Each long and passionate.
Jian relished the feeling of Chitsukiko's fingers intertwined with his, as he caressed her bountiful chest. With her leaning against him, he leaned down, returning her affection, as his lips caught her's. Jian eagerly and lovingly returned Chitsu's kiss. He felt some euphoria, having found such a lovely girl on his journey that could've ended in his untimely death instead. Breaking their kiss a moment, he quickly discarded his jacket and undershirt, showing his moderately muscled chest. He wasn't ripped like her father but pleasant to look at nonetheless. Small scars were scattered on his body, but they looked more as they would from training than from a blade. He quickly drew her against him again, finally able to feel skin on skin. Wanting to feel her closer again, his hands cupped her breasts, as his lips found hers again.
"Yes, we have to ensure that something like this doesn't happen again." Midori helps Inazuma up, realising that the pain might be giving her trouble standing.
"I think you enjoy being dominated." He grins, speeding up with his hand to overwhelm her with pleasure.
Feeling his strong grip, Chituskiko turned around and straddled him, facing him as she was pulled close. Hands roaming across his masculine body, squeezing his arms, his shoulders, before cupping his cheeks. Stroking her thumb against his lips, exploring them, Chitsukiko closed the distance between them and allowed his tongue inside of her. Her body started to undulate, pressing her wet crotch against the thigh she straddled, falling and rising in smooth waves. Several layers of clothes between them, but it felt nothing like it as her core started to throb. One of her hands left his cheek, tracing a long line down his chest, and burying itself in his clothes. Feeling something stiffening, she grabbed hold of it, fondling it with inexpert fingers. "I am not a virgin." She breathed huskily. A confession. (Edit: Think I need to leave it here for now, apologies).
The shogun gets to work, using her tongue liberally on his wet cock. Jurobei sees a shadow through the paper door, and soon a voice rings out. "Sir? Shogun? We've come across a shipwreck."
As she climbs up, she sees the tidal wave grow closer, gaining speed and power. As she draws her blade to cut the line, the wave hits the ship, and suddenly Yunah is underwater. When her head peeks up above the surface once more, Yunah sees that the surrounding ocean is covered with pieces of wood, broken off from her ship when it was hit by the wave. She can see the ship itself when her head goes under, as it sinks towards the ocean floor. She has no choice but to cling to a piece of wood, holding on for dear life for several hours. As hope begins to fade, the samurai sees a large ship emerge in the distance, big enough to make the vessel she was on earlier look like a dinghy.
"Well, I didn't know her until quite recently. We have a mutual friend in the capital, that she made years ago. She wrote my friend, extolling your talents and worthiness for the Kushan. My friend, knowing of my role, contacted me, and I came to speak personally to your mother, who told me all about your virtues." He smiles again.
