<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275760.msg13556137#msg13556137">Quote from: AnnieSatin on 27-09-2017, 19:13:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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/>"Masuta !" She cried out for him as her back lifted off the ground pressing her pale breasts towards him hungrily. Twisting in pleasure, he body sweaty, her hair sticking to her face and shoulders, her thighs sticky with cum, her ass red from his merciless pounding. With her arms tied above her head she lay back exhausted and panting. When his head lay on her shoulder she turned to face towards his she wanted to kiss his head she wanted him to hold her close but she was just a play thing to him. As the fog of lust and pleasure began to fade came the realization that she was ruined now. One day he would grow tired of her, she would displease him and he would send her home to Midori, now worthless. As Takeda fell asleep Emiko's eyes ran with tears, tears she couldn't wipe away as her hands were still bound above her head. <br/><br/>The sound of someone shouting woke her with a start as she jumped and tried to pull her hands down to cover herself but it was useless. Looking over at him as he rose she let her eyes run across his strong form, he was not unpleasing to the eye. Why would he be forced to take a hostage for pleasure when certainly many women would be happy to have him. A small smirk crossed her lips as she pulled herself up to almost sitting. "Does he think I killed you last night? Your cries of pleasure mistaken for pain?" Her voice was soft and sweet as she teased him. Her fear that she would displease him had convinced her last night to make a promise to do all she could to keep him happy. "Will you untie me so that I may clean and dress before we leave?" <br/><br/> She looked down at her lap, her sore and aching lips, as she waited to see if he would untie her. She felt safe enough that he didn't plan on sharingn her since he seemed fiercely jealous at the idea of her with another. Emiko bit against her lower lip as her dark hair fell in her eyes. Looking over and seeing the tattoo on his shoulder she wondered how many were in his clan? Things like that were things Midori would know, their worth, their strength, their weaknesses. Did Midori know she was gone? Did her sister know who took her? Or was she too busy planning for her war to notice. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>