Vusala gasped slightly when Danzo's chilled hand grabbed her neck, tightening and pulling her close enough to kiss, his otherworldly voice whispering lascivious demands to her in a husky voice.  The change in this Reaper, from when they were fighting and now, was beyond belief.  She'd respected him, been intrigued by the ability to fight such a being.  But now he was fascinating!  Even in his naivete.. he'd offered up something so precious that even she didn't know its full value, and for an uncertain amount of carnal fulfillment.  He could have demanded much more, especially with his hand gripping her neck that way...<br/><br/>She felt something ease in her as she resumed the kisses: a exhilarating and bittersweet free-fall that took her reason and her higher mind with it.  Now that that little admission was out of the way, she had no reason to hold back, or even to think.  Her human sensibilities smiled and went to rest, as her demonic greed and firey lust took hold.  That alone was intoxicating enough, but she had a bargain to honor, and she had so much to give him before she met his dubious terms!  Her body began to churn as she straddled him, rubbing herself along his chest and kissing him deeply, hips moving sensually against him, her hands wrapping around his back and scratching him in long, high-temperature rakes.<br/><br/>She arched backwards as her top fell from her neck, letting him have full access to her full and dark skinned breasts.  Her nipples were already hard from rubbing against his chest, and like the rest of her body, everything there was luxuriantly warm to the touch.  When he did caress them, she would shudder pleasantly at the chill, her hips moving faster against him as his explorations became more amorous.  Her hands went to his sides, caressing them and moving down to his waist, while her arms pushed her breasts together alluringly for him.  When at the waistline, with a careful flick of her fingers, she loosened hakama pants by burning away the material of the belts in two places.  The grinding of her hips will begin to move the now aimless flap around with her gyrations, until it is pushed aside completely.  Her palms then caressed the length of his torso as they traveled back up, leaning him gently into her body so he would kiss where he pleased, tracing an intricate circle on his back with her fingers.<br/><br/>"Don't be shy, or gentle either.  The bargain is fair, the giving is freely done.  Now, take.  Freely."  Her tone was more commanding than soft, but her face was alight with pleasure and enjoyment.<br/><br/>Vusala was a passionate, often impatient lover who none-the-less understood the joy of taking things slowly, especially for a first time.  She wanted him to grab her fatigues by the waist line, stand, and throw her out of them.  But she was enjoying his rapt attentions, and was eager to see how he'd get there himself.  Still, if he hesitated at any point, she was not above gently guiding his hands, or putting an arm around his head so that he would suckle her.  Not that he seemed to need much prodding.