Tasuke

[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

The touch of the king is a gentle fire as his hands sink into Hisame’s flesh and adventure where they please; gliding over her most sensitive areas to find them salivating for more. The passion sealed in his lips is given in a deep kiss and exchange of breath. Like a tiny, breakable doll she’s held as he slips off his and her bottoms alike before he lays back and awaits her hopping on the pogo stick. An activity she’s all too eager to begin if not for the unpleasant feeling of being watched; intrusion by an otherworldly audience.

So Hisame turns to look over her shoulder as it glitters in sweat, slowly slipping her arms free of he top. Then she lifts the garment winks before throwing it to the floor and over the eyes of all onlookers as their vision goes black until their marathon is complete.

In exhausted aftermath she lay beside him wrapped in white bedsheets, panting in struggle to catch her breath and feel below the waist. Hisame’s arms are limp around his torso while her head spins in dizzy thoughts of sweaty silence. Silence broken by a weak yet jovial chime of laughter as she says, “You are indeed a generous king… I apologize, for it seems you have serve me more than I have you.” She crawls over the expanse of his chest to look into his eyes with softness and a smile, her heart still thundering against his. “May I ask about your homeland? Is it an island somewhere across the oceans? It is a place I have not heard of or seen.”

[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

My post will be up tonight.

Sorry for delay.

[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

Magnixx would have to endure the solitude Hisame extends thru hiding as he finds the room empty with only lavender perfume permeating the air; whetting the appetite for a feast of fleshly delights fit for a king. However loneliness will not last long because his words are cue to make entrance in slow, creaking steps down the hallway. She hugs the wall at the door's right edge and peeks in with eye, bangs and dangling right arm glowing warmly in the light to see him standing there as she issues a simple command. "Sit and be comfortable."

Acquiescence will be rewarded with her left hand's inching pull of her showing sleeve to reveal the slender curves of her shoulder and neck. She slides along the hard wood of the door frame to lean in the opening with legs crossed as the teasing fingers rub the edge of her kimono's right collar fold, down the soft silk and back up her breast; tugging it down with a second pass to tickle his imagination but not quite expose what's beneath. The other hand slithers down the showing leg to peel back the skirt and reveal the calf at the knee before crawling upward, slowly giving full view of the side of her buttocks. Then she rolls her head right and lets locks fall before whipping them left and pushing herself off, letting the fabric fall before stepping forward with crossing steps and hair betwixt her busom. One footfall at a time as hands hold the hems of her kimono's collar and playfully swirls them in slow circles of teasing revelation; always so close to the sweet eye candy but never quite able to get past the scarlet rim of the bra below, her glittering gaze burning into his with the scorch of desire.

Halfway to him, her palms slide further down to the sash holding her garment together; she bites her smiling lower lip and takes hold with both hands, loosening it left and right to her stride. Once free, Hisame takes the long silken piece in her right hand and whirls it around her body from the top down; fingertips guide it across every curve, licking the sweating flesh to her clear satisfaction of momentarily closing eyes and soft sighs. The unbound kimono draws a line of skin and red undergarment down her middle and as she sways she lets it roll off her shoulders and past past her back but no further. Arms bend at the elbows and she lifts the silken sash upward and over the back of his neck like a scarf, letting it dangle there over his chiseled chest like a trophy and cover him in her floral scent.

Now he his close enough to touch and hot hands span over his upper thighs, parting his legs to grant more space to fit herself in and lean toward his deliciously fit frame to meet breast-to-bra; bringing her lips close to his with a deep breath and hard, minty exhalation. However she won't let them meet, instead turning around to melt the curve of her back into his firm chest, grinding up and down while searching for a certain firmness against her rubbing rump. How their heat could reduce her to ashes; the embers within whirling into unquenchable flame made manifest in the turn of her face to look lovingly into eyes. A second, unspoken command she knew he'd understand. For she aches to be held in the embrace of lovers; stripped, kissed and made love to like a king with his queen.

If only for now; if only for today.

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[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

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[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

Ten minutes of swift first floor searching yields zilch in gain; the kitchen is barren and to bake bread from the outside wheat will exhaust more daylight than Hisame can afford. This made options for food and drink limited if not impossible; if the basement holds nothing then she must surrender to hunger or improvise. Now in the dark underbelly of the building lit only by beams of glittering, dusty light she spends an additional five minutes sifting through shelves, drawers and cardboard boxes. All of them prove empty but luck strikes in the finding of a pair of full wine bottles so old their labels have peeled off; in the very least guaranteed to be of mature age.

With a bottle strangled in each hand she makes way from the scratchy stone floor, up the short set of noisy steps and back into the inviting light of the kitchen. She sets the wine down on the table and goes back to the sink, leaning over it with hands astride in a glower while she stares at the rusty metal basin below. Dismal thoughts parch her throat and pull down her heart; alone again, Hisame may take proper time concocting a scheme to outsmart her nemesis. A plot which has her looking up through the dirt-stained window at the wall of the barn in a glare of fiery defiance, speaking a frosty promise.

"I won't you let you have him."

It seemed her challenge had been heard when her ears hear the screech which slaps her face with horror and locks her throat shut as blood turns to icy slush in her veins. She runs for the front door, outside and toward the barn. Ten feet from the broken-down entrance her pace is like a snail as her and every possible source of the sound's origin twists her tummy into dreadful knots. Nevertheless her dragging feet carry her forward, inching to the opening to turn and look inside...

...to see nothing at all; the barn undisturbed and derelict.

Except for her sword now aslumber in the center of the room upon a bed of straw.

She looks in every direction, outside and in, aching to see some person nearby to explain the impossible sound she'd heard; no one is found and once again it is just her and it: she and her parasitic companion. Hisame swallows the lump in her throat and shakes her head with a prideful grin. "No... not this time. I'll just leave you right fucking here and ignore you..."

Hisame turns to walk away–

–and a cold clutch yanks her by the ankle, pulls her down to the ground and drags her into the barn, screaming; brought deep into the pervading shadows and left before her blade as the outside doors slam over the entrance like paper mâché to seal her within.

She lays on her side with listless, unblinking eyes; gazing at the katana she'd cursed herself with; what now enters her ear as a single whisper finds friends to create a congested cacophony. A myriad mutterings all demanding individual attention but it's not difficult to inference their ultimate desire: compliance.

Hisame blinks, peering out of the kitchen window at the barn; it doesn't register at first.

Then she gasps and falls back onto the floor in near-hyperventilation and cold sweat, scurrying backward until she feels the stiff wall. Eyes dart to every corner and crevice until she's sure she's alone; sure what just happened was only a vision and they were still safe. Finally Hisame catches breath and closes her eyes with a sigh of sweet relief; reminding herself of the partial control she has over present circumstances.

"I only have to get the information I need and leave before nightfall..."

Hisame picks herself up and wobbles toward the wine, scooping them up in each hand as she says, "I also need a fucking drink..."

She comes to the steps, slips off her sandals and ascends the staircase; her coming is announced in creaks while she comes over the crest and into the hallway toward a closed door. Only wet sensation beneath her feet gives pause and she stops to look at the puddle she now stands in; another shake of her head, but this time joined by a resurrected smile at how silly Magnixx is for a king. Did he not know how to fill a bath?

With a pair of knocks she calls to him, saying, "There is no food but I have found wine... when you're ready, join me in the bedroom... you'll know the one."

So she travels onward, glancing into each room until she found something suitable: a spacious interior with a queen-sized mattress and a nightstand nearby. That is where she sets down the wine and doubles back, untying the black ribbon of her ponytail before exiting with the door partially open. Hisame decorates the handle with a bow and runs her hands through her long locks to drape them over each shoulder, then continues her search for the final pieces of seduction's puzzle: a good place to get suitably dressed and perfect timing.

[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

Hisame follows his departure from the stench of disrepair and back outside into the robust autumnal smells as her slick skin is swept by cooler air; an enjoyed relief which has her inhaling deeply amid her look upon the horizon of trees encircling the two-story building like browning broccoli. Crows still bicker to scraping sandals and the thud of metal boots as if mocking in avian tongue, but what she takes important note of is the position of the sun at about six o' clock. This left less than two hours before the fall of dusk; just enough time for them to have their fun before she takes leave until dawn. She's hasn't missed the detail of the brand he left back in the barn; perhaps a token of trust which may prove to be a fatal folly but only time will tell.

In less than a minute they arrive at the mossy stone porch of the farmhouse and like before, he foregoes knocking in favor of immediate entry; ripping the door from its hinges and casting it aside. The grinning Hisame supposes customs for royalty quite different in his land and ponders just how to rectify that social difference; that is, when it mattered. It appears there has been no one occupying the land for some time and inspection of the building interior affirms this: worn wood caked with dust, peeling wallpaper and the stuffy sense of a building long left alone. Whatever their reason the original owners have forsaken the property and they'll be lucky to find anything salvageable; the most important of all being running water.

She walks forward to the kitchen, scanning her surroundings while her steps creak on the floorboards. Hisame spots a staircase to the second floor at the right hand of the four-way intersection ahead; likely a home with at least three bedrooms and two baths. When she turns in she finds the kitchen to be spacious with a single large table, four wooden chairs and the expected appliances along the left wall where the countertops and sink sit.

There's a light switch to her dexter and her right hand flicks it upward; the lights of a hanging chandelier glow in warm greeting. “We have electricity,” she informs happily on the way to the faucets; she turns the knobs with a set of squeaks before water rushes out. Hands cup the cool liquid and she sips the clear elixir to find it untainted. “...and clean water as well.”

Hisame turns the water off and turns to face the man who fills the entire archway of the room like an out-of-place gargoyle. “I'll see if I can find something for dinner... I think you could use a shower or bath... just remember that the left knob is for hot water and the right is cold...” She pauses for effect. “...I wouldn't want you to burn yourself before my hands get to you." Another turn to the faucet before she makes a loud addition to make sure it's heard. "And do open the doors this time! It'll get cold tonight if you rip off those of the bedroom!"

[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

So I think we'll be fine as long as we start getting in 1-2 posts each per day.

[TZDL2017] Rai vs Tasuke - Preliminaries

Not unlike a king it seems Magnixx has grown discontented with their current rickety residence; a den far too hot, hard and sweat-inducing to achieve a full enjoyment of the activities Hisame now wrangles him toward. For she is a woman first and not without her charms; beautiful enough to snare any man with a flutter of the lash, naked shoulder or sultry whisper. But with him it is not her intent to use like an electronic toy: gently pushed in all the right places as every fiber aches for the touches which build like his volcanoes until climactic eruption.

So he rises and offers hand, trailing off mid-correction as Hisame slips soft flesh inside the cool clasp of his glove to rise with poignant ease, one leg after the other. Then with a point to his heart he speaks a smoldering sentence:

"We have a word called kindling. It's as you imagine, a fire. But it is made within. The phrase being... light my flame."

Her brows jump at the bluntness but she giggles in a velvety lilt with their eyes locked in a lover's staring contest; her other hand opens across his midsection, traveling up the cold metal of the breastplate until the icy fingers may melt upon the warmth of the curve of his neck. There the digits circle and nails dig gently like pen tips as she thoroughly enjoys his every twitch and emotion at her true touch; when armor is passed and flesh melts together. She bites her lower lip and whispers in a tease, saying, “You can feel that, hmm? I think you'll need to lose that armor if you want me to go lower...”

The other hand drifts south across the cool accouterments to rest upon his inner thigh. “As for the fire, I understand the way to a man is through his stomach... so let us go to the house and find something for dinner..” She turns for the door and walks away to add, “...then we can have dessert.”

Content Question

I'm just wondering where the precise line is regarding sexual content and roleplay activity as far as the public forum is concerned; the rules use the word "smut" but this is intrinsically subjective.

What are things deemed acceptable and where does one cross the line?

I also don't know where to post this so if it's in the wrong section I'd like it moved.

Thank you in advance.