<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/bf/73/96bf73239aa2ed20698ecc3928dd3b11.jpg)</div><strong>Emiko Oshiro (http://your character sheet)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Fujishima Mountains<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:Takeda Gunba<br/><hr/><br/>She cried out as he pinned her to the ground her small frame having little defense against his own. As he pushed her to the ground she squirmed trying to get her body from his. "Takeda stop !"<br/><br/>Watching her kimono part and exposing those firm heavy white breasts. Her heart raced inside her chest torn between her desire for him and her training. Years and years were spent telling her that she was to remain pure to not give into desires. Arching her back as her wrists strained against his large hand.<br/><br/>His words made her shiver with pleasure, she was his, his alone. "Takeda.." she whispered breathlessly as his hand slide down between her thighs. He could feel her lips smooth and already dampening tho she tried to hide it. "I can't .. Takeda please..." She writhed under him trying to get away. No one had touched her before there and it felt like a surge of electricity up her body.<br/><br/>Her words begged him to stop frightened of what the punishment would be from Midori when she found out. But her lips, those petal soft lips gave her away. She kissed him back hungrily for a moment deepening her desire before she fell back on the floor below him. "I can't... I shouldn't ..." She turned her face from his as his mouth trailed hot kisses followed by the cool metal.<br/><br/>"Oooohhh Takeda st..st..stop." But he saw her back arch up her breasts pressing to his chest as she came against his hand. Her body filled with desire for the first time. A pleasure she had never known. As she quivered under him she shook her head. "Midori will kill me Takeda-san.." But at the same time she lifted her head from the ground and kissed his lips hungrily.<br/><br/>Her first wave of desire had been a small one, tho she didn't know that, and only managed to make her want more. She pulled against his wrists as she got angrier. "STOP!" The lust she felt for him scared her and he could feel her trying to push him off her thighs closing like a vice around his hand. "I'm not yours! You have done nothing to win me you stole me like a thief! " She yelled at him her fear of what he would make her feel over weighing her want to feel it.