Vusala responds enthusiastically to his affections.  She moans as he leaves chilling scratches along her skin, her muscles tensing along with his strokes like a musical instrument.  He seems reverent as he plays with her breasts, and she smiles as she watches him explore her.  Her nipples, however, are more sensitive to cold than most other places on her body, and she bucks against him sharply as he teases them with his chilled fingers, rubs them against each other, and places his lips over them.  She pants softly as he suckles her, exhaling sharply as the mix of sensations continues to excite her.  She leans further into him, pressing her breasts into his lips as though asking him to devour her.<br/><br/>She feels his hands move down her back and onto her ass, massaging her roughly, guiding her hips to his own pleasure as his hakama pants slide away.  Looking down, Vusala gasps as she sees the curve and size of his member.  Circumcised..?  Sometimes that denotes a pact with heaven, although there was an easy way to find out if that was the case.  She moves her hands in long, searing scratches down his front, arching her tailbone backward so her could get a better impression of her rear.  Her hands move down onto his cock, noting the difference between its temperature and her own.  She caresses it with both hands, encircling it, so she can be satisfied there is no spiritual significance.  A full and inviting warmth emanates from her hands, and she watches the reaction in his face as she does do.  Vusala then pulls one hand away and begins to pump up and down on the shaft,  right between her straddled legs.  The unnatural warmth of her palms increases the sensation, and her hand tightened on it to further emphasize.  His hands on her ass seemed to guide her hips closer to it.  She can tell he is becoming impatient for more, as his hands and lips rove around her body wildly, trying to commit every sensation to memory.  So eager.  So beautiful.<br/><br/>And commanding, it would seem!  With a slap on her rear, he asks her to get up and strip for him.  She smirks coyly, enjoying how dominating the undeflowered Reaper is acting.  Her reply is to lean her hips in so that they roll over his erect cock and to his stomach.  She leans back as her legs extend, and she draws her (momentarily) clothed pussy up along the full breadth of his torso in a sensuous arc, letting her crotch rest just under his chin.  Her hands claw at the hair on his head as she straightens, unbuckling her belt for him and casting it uselessly aside.  She turns away, then, presenting her ass for full display.  Vusala tends to be proud of her breasts, but in her life, she's attracted considerably more 'ass-men' than their chest loving counterparts.  The belt concealed just how pronounced her hips were, but now Danzo can see just how well constructed her body is.<br/><br/>She felt his hands run up her legs in slow, appreciative caresses, and felt herself flush slightly as he removed her fatigues with the same care, exposing her firm cheeks and muscular legs, the seaward winds giving some welcome coolness to her now exposed front.  When the pants were at her ankles, she stepped out of them, bending down to toss them away, and felt his chilly hands along her ass and legs.  She decided to stay like that for a moment, arching her back to give him the best possible view, as Danzo's hands raked, clawed, and squeezed at her.  She cried out and thrust her hands into the sand as Danzo's tongue began to explore her, cooing as it traveled upward from her pussy.  She spread her legs wider for him, imagining herself on all fours.  Leaving nothing unexplored.. she is conscious of just how easy it would be to lower herself onto his engorged cock.<br/><br/>Danzo was unaware of only one thing: an intricate circle had been traced on his back, which was actually part of some spell work.  What this was intended to do will be seen..