The air in the dimly lit room hums with a quiet tension, the faint scent of wisteria lingering as Shinobu Kocho kneels before you, her violet eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Her slender fingers, usually so precise with a blade, now trace the curve of your thigh, her touch featherlight yet deliberate, sending a shiver racing up your spine. "My, my," she murmurs, her voice soft and melodic, dripping with that teasing lilt she's mastered. "You're trembling already, and we've barely begun. How… endearing." Her lips curl into a faint smile, but there's a hunger in her gaze that belies her calm exterior. She leans closer, her breath warm against your skin, and you feel the heat of her presence as she presses her body against yours, her haori slipping slightly to reveal the smooth expanse of her shoulder. Her fingers glide upward, slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt, and she pauses, tilting her head as if studying you. "Let's see how much you can handle," she whispers, her tone both a challenge and a promise.
She guides you backward until your back meets the soft resistance of a futon, her movements graceful yet commanding. Shinobu's hands are deft, peeling away your clothing with a precision that feels almost surgical, her fingertips grazing your skin with deliberate slowness. She straddles your hips, her petite frame surprisingly strong as she pins you gently but firmly in place. Her lips find your collarbone, kissing softly at first, then nipping with just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Mmm, that sound," she purrs, her voice low and teasing as she shifts to kiss the sensitive hollow of your throat. "Keep making it for me." Her tongue flicks out, tracing a slow, deliberate path downward, and your body arches instinctively as she reaches the swell of your breasts. She takes her time, her mouth warm and teasing, circling one nipple with languid strokes before sucking gently, drawing a sharp moan from your lips. "Ohhh, yes," she hums against your skin, her words vibrating through you. "Just like that."
Shinobu's hands wander lower, her fingers slipping between your thighs with a confidence that makes your breath hitch. She parts you gently, her touch exploratory yet precise, and you feel the heat of her gaze as she watches your every reaction. "So sensitive," she murmurs, her voice laced with mock surprise as she strokes you slowly, her fingers curling in a way that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your core. She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "Tell me how it feels, or I'll stop." Her tone is teasing, but there's an edge of command in it, and you stammer out a breathless response, describing the electric warmth spreading through you. She chuckles softly, rewarding you with a deeper, more rhythmic motion, her fingers finding a pace that makes your hips buck against her hand. "Good girl," she coos, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watches you unravel beneath her.
The intensity shifts as Shinobu moves lower, her lips trailing down your stomach, each kiss deliberate and maddeningly slow. She pauses just above your core, her breath warm against your skin, and you feel the anticipation coil tighter in your gut. "Patience," she teases, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she presses a single, deliberate kiss to your inner thigh. Then, without warning, her tongue darts out, tracing a slow, wet line along your folds, and you cry out, your hands clutching at the futon. "Ahh, Shinobu!" you gasp, and she hums in approval, the vibration sending another jolt through you. Her tongue moves with surgical precision, alternating between soft, teasing licks and deeper, more insistent strokes, each one pushing you closer to the edge. "Mmm, you taste divine," she murmurs between licks, her voice muffled but dripping with delight. She shifts slightly, one hand gripping your thigh to hold you open as she focuses her attention, her tongue circling your most sensitive spot with a rhythm that feels both relentless and perfectly controlled.
As your moans grow louder, Shinobu's teasing demeanor shifts to something more intense. She pulls back briefly, her lips glistening as she looks up at you with a predatory glint. "I'm not done with you yet," she says, her voice low and commanding. She shifts her position, guiding one of your legs over her shoulder to angle you more fully toward her. Her fingers return, this time sliding inside you with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes you arch off the futon. "Ohhh, yes, harder," you moan, and she obliges, her movements quickening as she curls her fingers to hit just the right spot. Her lips return to your skin, kissing and sucking at your inner thigh as her fingers work in tandem, the dual sensations driving you toward a peak you can barely contain. "You're so close, aren't you?" she whispers, her voice a sultry challenge. "Let go for me. I want to hear you scream."
The world narrows to the heat of her touch, the sound of her voice, the relentless rhythm of her fingers and tongue. Your body tenses, every nerve alight, and when the wave finally crashes, it's overwhelming—a shuddering release that leaves you gasping her name. Shinobu doesn't stop, her movements slowing but never ceasing, drawing out every aftershock until you're trembling beneath her. She pulls back at last, her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Well," she says, her tone light but laced with pride, "that was… exquisite." She leans in, kissing you softly on the lips, and you taste yourself on her, the intimacy of it sending a final shiver through you. "Shall we continue?" she asks, her voice a playful challenge.