"So beautiful..." The geisha moaned, her voice husky, before her lips returned to Mai's petals. Her lips kissed the purple-haired girl's flower temple lovingly, as her warm, soft tongue parted the samurai's folds.<br/><br/>Soft moans escaped Mariko's lips, sending vibrations through her lover's core, as she explored Mai's temple with her tongue, savoring the sweet taste of the samurai's honey. The geisha's hands trailed softly up Mai's thighs, up her taut belly, and to her bountiful breasts, kneading the girl's mounds needily.<br/><br/>Mariko's tongue became more fervent, her ministrations hungrier, as she lapped greedily at the samurai's core, feeling Mai squirm at her attentions, putting forth all her expertise to please her rescuer, to reward her good will.<br/><br/>At the same time, the geisha's own need shined through her well-practiced attentions, her own love for the girl who had accepted her as she was.