{great pic you found there!} Jurobei considers for a moment the woman in front of him, wondering if it was some form of demon, wearing her face. Jurobei remembered how she sneaked around the castle, only to come to him, to teach him a lesson. The punishment was supposed to be humiliation, of her fucking Jurobei at the bladepoint, to show him her superiority. So arrogant, she never even noticed the poison from the incense. Soon, the situation changed, and it was him fucking her senseless, as the woman whined for mercy. After he fucked her, he left her there, tied to one of the columns, in the room filled with slow working deadly poison, before setting the castle on fire. "Hello." He answered calmly. "What bring you here, at this day?"
There’s little time wasted, before he thrusts in and her head throws back while she lets out a moan, pressing tight with the softness of her thighs against his body. She had her years of experience, tell her exactly how to move her hips and where to squeeze with inner muscles. Each part of her body worked with calculated rhythm to imprint itself on him, making sure it would remember the feeling.
Inazuma create next shadow clone and comand to push boxes on the samurai with armour. She hersellf make more distance jumping on the boxes and wooden things to get away from them, and throwing shurikens on robed samurai.
"Hmm?" Kyouka cooed, wondering where Shintaro had gone too. Though she didn't think about that hard, as she puts on her bodysuit and breastplate. Making sure her katana was at her side, she opts to leave her rifle in the room. Before heading to the main deck where the duel would probably be held.
(Thanks, sometimes the gods of Google image search are generous.) Her voice is musical and sweet, reminding him uncomfortably of how she'd doted on him as a child whenever he hurt himself or was bullied by the older boys. "Perhaps I just wanted to visit my beloved son after so long alone in the underworld? Perhaps I wanted to enjoy again what we shared on that last night? Perhaps I want to carve you to pieces as vengeance for what you did to me and my clan?" She chuckles. "I come here as a messenger, Juro." The nickname sounds so strange to his ears. He'd been called Juro by so many as a boy, the name uttered with warmth. As a man though, he's only been called Jurobei Yokuboo, the name uttered with fear or hatred, or disgust.
"He does?" Heart fluttering, happily surprised even if that wasn't something she didn't already know. "I, I know what to do, auntie." Leaving what neither of them clearly were willing to mention out loud unsaid. Chitsukiko stifled a yawn. "...You'll be taken him on as a student, when we get back? He'll impress you, his swordsmanship is far beyond mine. It's a little embarrassing to say that of someone younger." At odds with her word, Chitsukiko simply happy for him and his achievements.
As experienced as she is, she soon realises through his eager thrusting that her lover isn't experienced at all. "S-So good, Koyumi. You feel so good." He kisses her passionately.
There were a memories of warm youth, a better times, he longed after. He shook his head, remembering what came after. "I do seem to remember that you quite unjoed being both, on top and later, on button." He smirked at the late memories. "You certainly were appreciative of the overdose of aphrodisiac I gave you on our goodbye." he paused. "What message and from whom?"
She responds with passion as her body’s calculation devolved into just pure animalistic rutting in a race to the finish.
At her current strength, the clone struggles to push the box, its ability to interact with the physical world not particularly strong. It smashes against the ground, but the samurai had time to dodge out of the way, though the box did distract him, forcing him to abandon the pursuit for a moment. The second samurai bats a shuriken out of the air, before the second hits him in the stomach, and he doubles over. He's still alive, but for the moment, the pain leaves him unable to chase her. The third samurai, this man wearing only a breastplate as armour, climbs atop the boxes as she throws the shuriken, rushing towards her, aiming a downwards swipe with his blade.
As she opens the door, she sees a burly ashigaru smirking at her, standing in the doorway. He walks forwards, into the room, followed by two other spearmen. The leader scratches his beard. "You wanna fight, or do you want to just skip to the fun part, love?" He gestures below his waist.
"He does. He seems rather taken with you." Midori looks conflicted, happy that her niece is happy, but also worried. "You could use more work with the sword, but you're a fantastic archer. Still, I suppose I could train Jian."
Inazuma take her own katana, jump from highter box and swing her blade in samurai head, making salto above him.
His mother's smile doesn't falter. "There are worse ways to die. My message, Juro, comes from the kami." Her pleasant chuckle turns to a rather unpleasant cackle. "You've killed many, my love, and caused untold suffering to so many others. Soon, you'll be visited by those you've hurt, those you've killed... You can surround yourself by men and armour and castle walls, but the dead have little to fear, and they are coming."
Kiyoda's thrusts grow even more rapid, his voice groaning out lustfully. "I'm gonna... Koyumi, I'm gonna cum!"
The breastplate samurai manages to duck just enough that the sword only cuts through his scalp, and not through his skull, though blood pours into his eye, leaving him temporarily half blind, as the man in full armour clambers up behind her. The robed man stumbles to his feet, though he's not ready to rejoin the fight.
Whatever words she was trying to form, were lost in a mix of moans and a pure feral snarling sound as she growled, signaling her pleasure, as her response with her hips became more and more rapid, rutting against him for him to finish inside.
Face pressed hard against Koyumi's neck, the Terada scion needs no encouragement, rutting into her, before the kitsune feels his warm seed inside her.
Inazuma throw shock bomb at the armored samurai and made strong kick in half blind men, in his leg closer to edge of boxes. She know samurai could preventing getting shock again, so she swing her katana again, making jump betheen boxes.
"He's not a samurai, someone will need to teach him our ways. What we and Jian have can't last. He'll find a wife eventually, and know that it won't be me." The words come out stiffly as she shifts the topic. "But I am satisfied with just being his friend and cousin, auntie."
