The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)
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				Title: <strong>The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-09-2008, 00:59:39</strong>
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				The small town was in an uproar.&nbsp; Tonight was it.&nbsp; Tonight the local acting troupe would put on a performance starring a young actor who had come all the way from Edo.&nbsp; His name was Ryuki Ochi, a slim effeminate boy he had made a small name for himself playing many important female characters on the stage.&nbsp; Rumour even had it that he was courted by and even fought over by several samurai, the rumor continued that some had even died for a single night with him.&nbsp; Whether this was true or not was unknown, what was known was that he could draw a crowd.<br><br>The crowd started to move into the theater, people trying to find a seat.&nbsp; Finally as everyone started to settle in, the lights started to dim and the show began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 05:52:03</strong>
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				It was only as the lamps were lowered that she appeared. It was almost as auspicious an occasion as Ochi's arrival in town, for the Pale Lady was infrequently seen in public. Her retainers stepped forward to clear the path to her seat, a largely ceremonial task, for the denizens of the city had already begun edging away to give her wide berth.<br><br>The long tail of her kimono was held aloft by a small girl who followed behind, her eyes dutifully downcast. Maturity had just begun to dust her cherub features, and she was said to be the only servant who was trusted to dress Miyabi Ozeki, the Pale Lady. It was also said that the child was muted via a brutal operation prior to being given the honor of serving. <br><br>Miyabi was indeed pale as her namesake, it was difficult to believe that she was such a powerful figure in the black market. She was as delicate as a swan, her movements the controlled grace of dancer. Sitting close to the stage, a single pale hand slipped from her long sleeve, snapping open her fan with a sharp gesture. She hid her face behind the inked landscape of the fan, only her mismatched eyes visible beneath her glistening black hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 14:30:13</strong>
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				The people of the town looked back, whispering among themselves.&nbsp; It was rare to see her out but here she was, a night out at the theater.&nbsp; What her interest was in the performance was unknown.&nbsp; What was known was the many stories about her, more numerous then the ones told about Ochi.<br><br>The curtain would rise and the performance would start.&nbsp; The story was one of love, the love between a powerful samurai and a beatiful country girl.&nbsp; The girl though lived on the lands of an opposing daimyo and int he end the samurai had to choose between loyalty to his lord or love.&nbsp; The samurai choose love and as punishment, the gods sent him into exile cursed to wander the lands and never see his love again.&nbsp; She slowly withered away and died, becoming a ghost that haunts their old meeting place.<br><br>Ryuki played the main female lead and he was indeed as beatiful and talented as the stories said.&nbsp; He was very feminine, his movements were that of a dancer and he practically glided across the stage with feminine grace.&nbsp; As the play ended, there were many sounds of appreciation from the crowd.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 15:29:51</strong>
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				The Pale Lady offered no sound of appreciation. In fact she offered scarcely any movement throughout the performance. Hidden behind her fan, there was an eerie effect as her mismatched gaze peered at the stage. Still as a portrait, her milky white soured eye seemed to follow him whereever Ochi went. But then this was kabuki. One had to expect that the audience was watching. <br><br>It was often preferable, in fact. But then there were exceptions. It was hard to see the crowd, with the stage lamps bright and vivid in the eyes of the actor, but as their eyes did meet, there was a chilling moment as she dropped her fan from her face. As lovely as a statue, she had a certain idealized beauty that was rarely seen in the flesh. Her slim lips parted for a moment however, her tongue slithering out as if she were licking her chops before a sumptuous meal. It was a long and reptilian thing that tongue, forked and yellow. <br><br>And then it was gone. But... surely it was only a trick of the light. As the drums ceased to pound, and the lamps were brightened, she stood slowly. Her young servant resumed her position swiftly, gathering up the tail of her crimson kimono. She leaned in close to one of her retainers, whispering behind her fan. The other bodyguard lead the way through the crowd, a small degree of relief seeming to wash over the people row by row as she stepped past them. Her retainer remained at the stage for a lingering moment, before making his way towards the musicians. <br><br>He was a gruff and tall man, the sort who had clearly had a hard life and was looking forward to taking it out on as many people as possible, as painfully as possible. Looming over the old man who had been playing the erhu, the retainer spoke up in a grave voice, "Her grace, Ozeki-sama requests an audience with your star. Who do I speak to, old man?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 15:48:11</strong>
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				During the performance Ochi had noticed this esteemed and feared lady in the ground.&nbsp; During one scene he could have sworn that their eyes had met.&nbsp; He also was not sure but for a brief second he had thought he had seen the tongue of a snake running along her lips.&nbsp; It was not uncommon for the lamps to be hard on him, especially to his fragile self, so he had pushed it out of his mind thinking it a trick of his mind.<br><br>As the bodyguard came up to the old man, he whimpered a bit for a second.&nbsp; "T..the Pale Lady?"&nbsp; He gulped a bit pointing toward another man who was just leaving Ochi's dressing room.&nbsp; "That man there will help you."&nbsp; Seening himself being pointed out, the leader of the troupe walked over and bowed.&nbsp; "How can we be of service?"
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 17:04:31</strong>
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				"Ozeki-sama requests the company of your star... for the evening." The last words were tainted ever so slightly by a wry smirk, as if it amused him that his master was a woman after all underneath all of that dread. He slapped a pouch over and over into the palm of his meaty hand as if it were a weapon, though it jingled in that merry way that only currency could.<br><br>His eyes strayed towards the door Ochi, the smirk still firm upon his face, "It should not be hard to find her home." He stopped rattling the coins long enough to point out the only structure that could be easily seen from the roofless theater. It was a boxy but massive home, architecture from the era previous, it was the sort of ornate opulence that one might expect to be more at home in Edo. The sack of coins was tossed to the troupe leader wordlessly, it's weight allowing no negotiation, "We enjoyed the show. Please entertain her request."
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 18:46:37</strong>
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				As the bodyguard tossed the coin from hand to hand, the star's manager's eyes hungrily followed the pouch.&nbsp; "I am sure this can be arranged."&nbsp; He caught the pouch and bowed.&nbsp; "Please inform her that she honors us with her request and that Ryuki will be present this evening."&nbsp; He had heard enough stories to know that this was no request but an order.&nbsp; When the bodyguard left, the man pocked his money and then knocked on the dressing room door.<br><br>"Please come in."&nbsp; called out a soft feminine voice.&nbsp; The manager entered and smiled as he watched Ryuki running a brush through his long hair.&nbsp; "I have some good news for you.&nbsp; We may have a potential wealthy patron."&nbsp; Ryuki turned to inspect his manager and smiled.&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; Who would that be?"&nbsp; When Ryuki heard the responce he felt his soft skin grew pale.&nbsp; That woman in the audience, was she really the Pale Lady?&nbsp; If she was, he knew he had to go.&nbsp; In anything, perhaps she would be willing to finance his career.<br><br>The next hour was spent in getting ready and in no time the beautiful star was approaching the massive boxy home of this powerful lady.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 19:52:41</strong>
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				The courtyard was fortified as if to weather a long siege, it's high walls having only a single gate. The viewing hole snapped open before he could knock, a pair of tiny eyes peering out curiously. The latch snapped shut again with a loud clack, and a long and uncomfortable minute passed before the gate slowly creaked open. The young girl from the theater held the heavy gate open with some effort, gesturing towards the home, as if encouraging him to enter.<br><br>The Kabuki required much of it's participants, one of which being particular attention to their body language and facial expression. The girl was an oddity, for she seemed to be as mute in her gestures as she was in voice. A blank slate, she gave the impression of one who literally had no persona. Or one who had had their very identity bleached away. The eerie young servant kept her eyes downcast, as she closed the gate behind him. She did not waste the effort of beckoning him as she began the long trek to the manse.<br><br>It was obvious where his destination lay, as there was only a single light in the third floor. Yet the light scattered throughout the building, as if there were numerous pitfalls or stairways throughout, the canvas and paper walls illuminated in various spots from the glowing lamp somewhere on the third floor.<br><br>It gave the impression of a massive magic lantern, a show of lights playing through the cracks and seams of the architecture. The effect was at the same time lovely and surreal, as the light flickered in the wind, the effect visible throughout the entire building. Less alien however was the smell as they approached the steps. <br><br>Opium. <br><br>The patron reclined at the entrance, her fingers teasing delicately across the surface of the koi pond. She inhaled slowly from her long pipe, the sweet purple smoke pouring past her lips as she watched the two ascend. Clearly she was not the type of woman that was troubled to stand when guests arrived, but she did deign to do so upon seeing him. Her servant resumed her place, carrying the tail of the kimono, as Miyabi stepped forward to greet the slender young man.<br><br>She seemed to have little respect for boundries, moving within a foot of the actor. The odor of opium masked a strangely earthy scent, as of moist clay. It wasn't unpleasant, but it certainly was unusual upon a lady of breeding. Lifting her arm languidly, she extended her slim fingers towards Ochi's face, stopping shy of touching him. She seemed to traced the outline of his powdered cheek, her lower lip trembling for the barest of seconds as if she were repressing a shudder. <br><br>She allowed her fingers to drop away, in favor of lifting her other hand to her lips, drawing again from her pipe. She broke the silence at last, the words spoken to him through plumes of blue smoke as she exhaled breathlessly, "You are ever so much more lovely up close..." Apparently satisfied, she turned, not even waiting for him to bow in greeting, "May I offer you saki? You are hungry?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>22-09-2008, 23:10:12</strong>
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				He was more then a little intimidated at the sheer size of her house as he stood outside of it.&nbsp; When he knocked he smiled, about to explain why he was here but before he could work up the courage to say anything, he was being ushered inside.&nbsp; <br><br>Something seemed off about this girl, she seemed empty almost.&nbsp; Nothing more then some submissive mute shell.&nbsp; As he followed behind her, he studied her wondering what could have happened to her.&nbsp; Was this Pale Lady that terrible?&nbsp; As they walked into the area with the pond, the scet of opium reached his nose.&nbsp; He had never partook of it but he recognized its smell from several clients he had serviced during his career.&nbsp; He smiled, about to bow before she was next to him.&nbsp; He blushed a bit, taken a back by her sheer boldness.&nbsp; The earhty smell was odd but it was almost comforting on some level.&nbsp; As she turned away from him, he bowed politly.&nbsp; "Ozeki-sama, thank you for this honor.&nbsp; I would be more then happy to eat and drink with you."&nbsp; He stayed bowed for a second before straighting himself.&nbsp; There was something odd about not only her handmaiden but Ozeki herself.&nbsp; He had never met anyone that excuded such sheer presence and power.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 01:22:32</strong>
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				"I dined prior to your... engagement. I apologize. I did not know I would have your company. But I have already gone to the effort of having a meal laid out." She waved the silent shadow of a girl away, the glowing ember of her pipe burning angrily ahead of him in the dimly lit entrance. The corridor was long and narrow into the home, sliding doors set upon the walls at regular intervals, almost like an inn. As dim as it was, the only light was from her pipe, making it prudent for the actor to follow closely... but not too closely, the tail of her ceremonial kimono rasping softly against the hardwood floor.<br><br>Past the eighth set of rooms, she began to speak, "Tell me, boy... Are you fond of Kabuki or is it a family obligation? Born into the role, as it were?" She stopped suddenly, sliding open a door with a loud CLACK, the scent of garlic wafting strongly from the room. It couldn't be described as lit, so much as less dim, this room. Filled with soft down pillows, sheets of gossamer silk hanging in streamers from the ceiling, it looked like nothing so much as the den of a spider. A particularly wealthy spider, who had imported art from the mainland, accented by India's ornate embroidery upon her furniture.<br><br>Stretched out at the center of the room, was another import from asia. Golden skinned and nude, a young woman lay spread out atop the raised tabletop. Laid out atop the foreign girl's body as the only means of modesty was a selection of delicacies kept warm by her body heat. Again his skill at reading body language might come in handy, for the leisurely manner of his hostess was such that it was apparent that Ozeki-sama wasn't attempting to impress him. This was simply how she lived. The dark skinned girl suckled sparingly from the opium pipe as Ozeki rested it between her lips, rather than extinguishing it. Her eyes had the same glassy taint as Miyabi's attendant. It was the sort of gaze one might expect to wear once the act of despair had become too much effort for the broken spirit.<br><br>"May I attend you?" Her voice drew his attention away from the drugged girl from india as she held out a saki bottle and saucer. She smiled warmly, explaining, "My attendant is clumsy and young. I should not allow her indelicate hands to pour for you, lest you be scalded." It still seemed odd that she would choose to serve him herself, but even so, as she smiled and held out the liquor, it could not be forgotten that she was The Pale Lady. Yet, this Miyabi Ozeki did not seem to be the woman he had heard so much of. True she was forceful and radiated a certain confidence, but she was undeniably lovely, her gentle demeanor captivating, "You will tell me though... do you love Kabuki? Or is it a marriage of convenience, boy?"
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 01:41:46</strong>
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				Ryuki was a bit confused for had she not invited him?&nbsp; He followed behind her trying to take all of this in.&nbsp; As they entered the dining room, his eyes fell on the naked girl who was being used as a table.&nbsp; He blushed as he stared.&nbsp; She seemed to be drugged, was that why she was letting herself be used as such?&nbsp; It almost seemed as if everyone in the house was a slave to the opium.<br><br>He blushed, tearing his eyes away from this golden skinned human table and looked back over at Ozeki.&nbsp; he cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes..please."&nbsp; He gently took the saucer, bowing his head in thanks.&nbsp; "I do love it do but I know it is something I can not do forever.&nbsp; I think it is the attention, getting to be the center of the play that makes me love it so.&nbsp; I suppose one needs a purpose in life though."&nbsp; He sipped the saki a bit, tasting the rice wine.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 02:27:26</strong>
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				"Is that so?" Her smile broadened at his words, and indeed would have grown even more if she could read his thoughts. Opium was not the shackle that bound in this house. It was for some the only release they would know. <br><br>Miyabi refilled his glass without asking, laughing softly. It was like the tinkling of bells, "You suppose one needs a purpose in life, boy." She reached for a cake from the body of the drugged girl, sitting down in the cushioned floor, "I should like to offer you something more than saki on an empty stomach. And I am always eager to know more of men of "purpose". They are always so immediate and vital. I have never been one to have a purpose, so much as I am one to have wants. So perhaps fulfilling my wants is my purpose."<br><br>Miyabi patted the pillow next to her with a slender hand, the cake held in her fingertips as if she intended to feed him, "Come sit close to me. Do not be timid. I am not so much the ogre they make me out to be. Surely you have known a woman before, boy. My needs are... much the same as any woman."
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 12:49:58</strong>
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				He could not help but blush again.&nbsp; He walked over graceful, his movements softy and femine as on stage.&nbsp; He sat down next to her, inhaling more of that comforting and delicious earthy scent that seemed to cling to this woman.&nbsp; <br>He sipped the rice wine a bit more and smiled as he sat close to her.&nbsp; "I admit that most of my clients have been male but yes...I have known woman before." he said softly.&nbsp; Helping this powerful woman would definatly help his career a lot and he wanted to make sure she was very happy.&nbsp; He had heard of many other kabuki acotrs who pleased several powerful nobles and their rewards had been great.&nbsp; "I am sure that I can help you with your needs my lady." He smiled up at the much taller woman.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 15:27:07</strong>
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				Miyabi's sour eye was unblinking beneath her wild bangs, the only part of her hairstyle that was allowed to move with any degree of freedom. Bound atop her head in the fashion of a noblewoman, the beads that ornamented the braid didn't seem to rattle as she tiled her head towards him. It became more apparent what was so eerie about her. She didn't make any noise when she moved.<br><br>Yet she was ever so warm against him, her arm wrapping about his slim shoulders as she pressed herself close. There was the earthy scent again, but something seemed to lurk beneath that. Arousal? She lifted the rice cake to his lips, her own lips parting as she nuzzled at his neck. Her tongue tickled at his earlobe for a moment before her lips closed down upon it, suckling softly. Teasing him for an eternity, she let his ear go with an almost obscene sound, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Go on... eat. You'll need your strength, boy."
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 16:56:09</strong>
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				In this mostly silent room it was becoming appearant that something was off.&nbsp; It was small though, she seemed to move so gracefully that she made no noise.&nbsp; Before he could fully process this she was pressing herself against him.&nbsp; He felt himself relaxing as her warm body pressed close to him.&nbsp; He felt like he could never get tired of that earthy smell that surrounded her.<br><br>He was about to bite into it when she nuzzled into his neck, running her tongue along his earlobe and suckling on him.&nbsp; He inhaled his breath sharply, making a soft sound of pleasure.&nbsp; Even his moans of pleasure sounded feminine.&nbsp; He gasped a bit, slowly coming back to the present as she whispered in his ear.&nbsp; Obediently, almost submissively he took a bite of the rice cake, still breathing heavily.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 17:33:30</strong>
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				Miyabi pulled the collar of his floral robe to the side, exposing his shoulder to the cool, balmy air. She feathered soft kisses across his shoulder, the rice cake still held in front of him, despite his likely declining interest in food. With a sharp motion she removed her hairpin, her long black hair cascading down his shoulder and chest, hiding her pale white lips as she leaned over his body awkwardly to tickle her warm, wet tongue across his collarbone. <br><br>The sharp nails of her freehand tickled across his abdomen through the fabric, as she crushed herself against his fragile body. Something like a purr escaped her lips. It was soft and chittering, as close as her mouth was to his ear, Ryuki more felt than heard the noise. 
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>23-09-2008, 19:35:31</strong>
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				He watched Miyabi as she lowered his collar exposing the soft pale skin of his shoulder.&nbsp; He gasped a bit again, sighing as he felt her hair falling down over his shoulder and chest, her tongue running across his collarbone.<br><br>The rice cake was quiet forgotten as she pressed herself against his fragile body, feeling the vibration of her chittering purr through his body.&nbsp; He dropped the rice cake, bringing his delicate hand around to run it across her back a bit as if to press her closer.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:14:06</strong>
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				Miyabi's back arched at the touch, and she threw her head back sharply to toss her hair from her face wantonly. A warm wet trail of her saliva cooled in the air across his collarbone as she lifted her eyes to stare deeply into his. Her breasts were pressed against his shoulder, the soft fabric of her kimono tickling across his exposed flesh. Her breath tickled across his face, hot and sweet and her were lips full of promise.<br><br>"You are as lovely and delicate as a flower..." There was a warm feeling across his thigh as she rested her fingertips on his leg. She tickled his inner thigh, watching his face as she brazenly cupped his groin, "But this is no blossom. Would you have me touch you as a man, while you coo like a woman?" <br><br>Her scarlet lips were a fraction of an inch from his, trembling with her own excitement as she gazed at his loveliness. Those full lips were indeed full of promises and pleasures. No doubt they were as sweet to taste as the scent of her gasping breath. Almost hypnotic, her lips parted. They so close to his own mouth as she stroked her fingertips in slow circles at the crotch of his clothing, he was inhaling her spent breath as she spoke, "Tell me what you want me to do... Show me..."
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:22:52</strong>
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				He gasped a bit feleing her lips so close, groaning as she played softly with his crotch. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.&nbsp; He moaned into the kiss, tasting those full lips.&nbsp; How he wanted her!&nbsp; His slender arms wrapped around her a bit as he tasted her.&nbsp; "Please my Lady..taste of me.." he whispered.
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				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 00:57:24</strong>
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				Miyabi's kiss was warm and lucious, her tongue tickling across his in a delicate tease. Though he had lain with women before, she was strangely warmer than any he had touched. Unlike the sweaty, hot flesh of some of his lovers, she was somehow inviting and comforting for all her warmth. There was something almost safe in her arms.<br><br>Her lips tasted of poppy, the sweet flavor of her opium blending with the salty flavor of her saliva. The smell of her arousal was strong now, almost like an animal in heat. Yet it failed to entirely mask that strange scent of clay that clung to her. As the kiss was at last broken, she bowed her head almost demurely. It was a strange gesture for one such as her.<br><br>"I am sorry, boy. I had hoped we might play these roles longer. The lonely widow and the young beautiful boy. I hoped you might lay with me once, and spend your passion while still naive and unafraid." She lifted her head slowly, the white makeup smeared where he had kissed her to reveal skin the color of sapphire beneath.<br><br>"I wanted to be as human lovers just for a while, before you learned to fear me. But I am sad to say, you will have to be afraid... now." A seam parted across her forehead, a hazel iris swivelling into focus on Ryuki from beneath her bangs. The third eye narrowed in time with it's siblings as she glared down at him, her crimson lips parting once more as she sighed almost wistfully.<br><br>As he was left rigid by the shock, she dabbed her fingertips into his forgotten saki glass, running the fingers down her face, revealing streaks of her true azul skin in their wake. She hissed almost playfully, a long yellow serpent's tongue slithering past her ruby lips as if to stroke his still terror into action, "Please, boy... Taste of me again?"
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 01:11:34</strong>
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				He moaned into the kiss as he tasted not only her warmth but the poppy flavor of her opium.&nbsp; He wasn't sure waht it was about the smell of her arousal but it turned him on more so then he ever had.&nbsp; "What are you talking about my lady?&nbsp; Of course I will spend the night wit.."<br><br>What he was about to say ended as he saw the makeup smearing off.&nbsp; As the third eye appeared he gasped, screaming a little.&nbsp; He stumbled back, as she started to clean off the clay that hid her face.&nbsp; The only thing that freaked him out just as much was the Indian girl who still sat there unmoving and uncaring about the monstrosity that was revealing itself to him. :"W..what are you?" he asked as he tried to scramble away from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 07:52:27</strong>
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				The rattling purr he had thought fetching before had grown louder. Her hair lifted of it's own accord, swaying through the air languidly like a koi's tail. She stood slowly, as if she was already weary of the task of having to go collect him, before it had even begun. Fabric rustling as she pulled the collar of her kimono apart, exposing more of her blue flesh to the feeble light, she walked towards him with a quiet deliberation in her step, "I told you all you need to know, boy. I have wants. And they are much the same as any woman. Mortal or otherwise, we yearn."<br><br>She unfurled the ribbon that bound her kimono, the indigo fabric uncoiling in a pile next to the drugged indian girl. Her eyes were dull and glassy, but there was a flicker of emotion within their depths. One that could scarcely be compared to any gaze Ryuki had seen before. It was lust and fear. Muted by opium, but still, she was wanting, the foreign girl. And she was at the same time afraid. The look passed quickly from her eyes though as Miyabi allowed her kimono to slide from her body. <br><br>Nude in the flickering light, her smooth skin was uniformly the hue of sapphire, the erect nipples that topped her pear-shaped breasts the pink shade of a sunrise. Her was shaven, or perhaps she was naturally that way. The childhood tales of terror had neglected to mention such details when describing monsters. Her lips were still a succulent shade of red, offering so much, without saying a word. Yet as she stood over him, her sour eye squinted as her lips twisted into a lopsided smirk, "How many yearn for you, Ryuki? Do you wonder at night? Do you know how many crave to have you?"<br><br>The door behind him was locked it seemed. A stronger man might break free, but one so delicate as Ryuki? It seemed hopeless. Between the door and Miyabi, he was cornered and helpless. She got to her knees, crawling towards him like a cat, "If you have not, I fear it is too late to concern yourself. For the others will yearn in vain. You will be mine." Her three eyes opened wide as she drank in his fearful gaze, her will pouring into his mind like hot iron. <br><br>There was no contest of wills or struggle. The sensation was much like slipping into a hot spring after too much saki. The power to resist had not been stripped away, but it felt so pleasant and soothing, it was hard to muster the interest. Even the fear gripping his heart seemed like some far away dream happening to someone else as the monster began to undress him.<br><br>She leaned close, her eyes closing as she suckled at his exposed nipple. Even as she teased him however, her third eye remained vigilant, weakening his resolve to fight. Like a living thing, her hair was slithering across his body, carressing him as she savored his ivory skin beneath her tongue. Miyabi's musk was much more apparent now, tainting the air with her craving for his body. She whispered into his hairless chest, her voice trembling with need, "If you please me this night, I shall let you leave in the morning. But... they say a man who lays with the oni, can never know pleasure at the touch of his own kind. You will accept me, yes? My heart is so fragile, boy, I can not say what I might do if you said no..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 10:48:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was moving back against the door unable to look away as she exposed her true self to him. "O..Oni.." he stammered.&nbsp; He tried to open the door but it wasn't moving.&nbsp; He looked back at her, unable to look away from the sapphire body that she was revealing to him.&nbsp; He saw her third eye open wide and then everything was in a haze.&nbsp; He felt warm, comfortable.&nbsp; Almost too lazy to fight.&nbsp; His eyes grew misty as he watched her, smiling softly.<br><br>He sighed as the air touched his skin letting this beautiful blue woman undress him.&nbsp; He was about to be raped and used by a monster from childhood stories but it just didn't matter.&nbsp; Too much effort.<br><br>The kimono was stripped from him revealing his slim petite body to her.&nbsp; He groaned, arching his back as he felt her suckling at his nipple moaning.&nbsp; All ready he was growing hard as her hair slid around him.&nbsp; Her third eye beating into his mind, her musk invading his nostrils, his lovely lips opened to whisper a "yesss..".&nbsp; Nothing mattered except for this feeling of pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 15:31:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miyabi's lips returned silently to work, leaving a path of fire in the wake of her tongue. She pressed a cool slender hand against his chest, pinning his back to the wall, despite his lack of struggle. The suckling traveled past his belly, as she wrapped her fingers around the waistline of his undergarments. Pulling down his remaining modesty with a torturously slow pace, she tugged at his pubic hair softly between her devil's lips.<br><br>Leaving his undergarments wrapped about his knees, she purred again as she gripped his hardening manhood. Rolling her thumb beneath the head of his penis, she nuzzled her cheek against his length as if it were a pet. And still that damned eye of hers kept his fear pinned to the wall like a butterfly on display. Her long yellow tongue slithered free as she began to stroke his veiny meat, the serpent's tongue elliciting a shudder as she lapped beneath his testicles. <br><br>He was scarcely more than a puppet now, and she was eager to give him back his fear. Miyabi didn't like stripping away the will of her prey. It just made breaking them in so much simpler. Fear took away the stiffness in some... and she needed him hard.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-09-2008, 17:41:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryuki arched his slender back as her lips and tongue traveled down his soft body.&nbsp; He groaned as she pinned him back against the wall, pressed against it he looked like some sort of beautiful doll.<br><br>As her suckling drew lower, he groaned as she gripped his manhood which was now quiet hard from her touch.&nbsp; He couldn't look away, could do nothing but enjoy the pleasure she was giving him.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her forked tongue ran along his hardness and beneath his testicles, he moaned arching further into her mouth.<br><br>His breathing deepened as he was pinned their enjoying every second of that tongue and those lips exploring his flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 01:22:53</strong>
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				Miyabi took his passionate moan as a cue. She crawled atop his helpless form, her skin smooth as silk as she pressed herself close. Chilled by the thin sheen of sweat that had begun to form across his chest, she was a warm and welcome relief as she wrapped her arms about his neck. Straddled between her toned thighs, the underside of his penis rested against her shaven mons.<br><br>She ground herself against his slowly, the silken heat of her groin delicious against his throbbing cock. She was growing ever more excited, getting off on the sight of his lovely face twisting as he moaned helplessly against her. But the tease could only last so long. Lifting her up slowly, she removed one arm from around his neck to grip his penis again. Guiding it to the entrance of her sex, she tickled his head against her swollen lips. They stood in stark contrast to her unearthly appearance, her sex an engorged shade of pink, the petals wet with need. <br><br>The heat that radiated from her was unreal, and even without the power of her eyes, no man would turn away the chance to plunge into her depths. Yet the chance was Ryuki's alone. Lowering herself sharply, she engulfed him at once, her eyes snapping shut as she let out her own moan of pleasure at the sensation of being filled. Without the eye contact, the mesmerization began to fade slowly. The languid warmth of her eyes was replaced by his own heat and need. Yet the fear also returned.<br><br>But it was too late. Almost imperceptibly he felt something that should not have been there in her silky folds. Having known many women before, this was indeed an oddity, a rough protrusion that tickled under the head of his penis. There was a sharp pain like the sting of an insect, yet it faded away almost instantly.<br><br>It was like honey injected into his senses, a glorious tingle spreading down the length of his cock, carressing his scrotum as it crawled past his ass and up his spine. Sheathed inside the oni, even in her stillness, the subtlest of motions sent rapture tingling through his nerve endings. After an eternity, she began to move against him. His penis slid from her sex with an obscenely wet sound, punctuated by the slap of flesh as her ass sank back down onto his length. And again. And again.<br><br>The stories said that Oni's could only experience the pleasures of a mortal by stealing a taste of it from their victims. It was hard to say if that was fact or if Miyabi was just twisted enough that she was excited to watch him struggle against her. She whispered, breathless from her own excitment, each word punctuated with a gasp as he slid back into her wetness, "The man who spills his seed into an oni will surely be damned... And I want you to beg for hell. Pray to me that I may allow your filth to flow into me." <br><br>Her sting coursed through his veins, the steady pumping of her hips was making even his fingertips tingle. Miyubi was sopping wet around his length, her musk filling the room as she stared into his eyes again. There was no magic in her gaze now. Only lust, "You wear the face of an elegant lady, but you are still a boy. Made foolish and weak by your aching little penis. Let me indulge it. You can have me in so many ways."<br><br>She arched her back, her long nails digging into his shoulders as she bucked against him, her firm sapphire breasts bouncing as she pumped him between her taut thighs. Her sunset hued nipples were alive and erect with excitement, the oni's single horn standing out from beneath her sea of black hair. She bowed her head, watching awkwardly the collision of their flesh as she fucked him with the unrelenting need of a monster. His engorged cock vanished again and again into her cunny as her juices dribbled down his thighs and onto the floor, "You may spill your hot milk inside my every hole and know pleasure that has driven mortals mad with delight... if you beg me for it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 11:26:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped a bit as she crawled atop of him straddling his lean body.&nbsp; He groaned softly with pleasure as she started to grind herself against him, he could barerly feel her heat if only because he felt warm and cozy all over.&nbsp; As she lowered herself onto his penis, he gasped and moaned arching up as her eyes snapped shut.&nbsp; As he came too he felt warmth, engulfed in her swollen flower.&nbsp; <br><br>All of a sudden he realized that the oni was not only on top of him but that he was indie of her.&nbsp; He want to scream but then moaned loudly first in pain then in pleasure as he felt himself being stung.&nbsp; The most delicious pleasure started to spread throught out the body.&nbsp; This was the greatest pleasure he had ever received or would ever receive.&nbsp; <br><br>He lay there not screaming anymore only panting wanting her to start moving against him.&nbsp; As much as she frightened him, he felt like he was in heaven.&nbsp; She started to move agaisnt him, feeling her ass as it slapped down against his legs as she started to ride him.&nbsp; His panting became more intense groaning softly.<br><br>He bite his lip not wanting to beg..not wanting to beg for his damnation.&nbsp; He was loosing the battle though.&nbsp; Her musk was filling the room, this time as he stared into her eyes she would see not just fear but lust and want as well.&nbsp; She was right, he was a boy who acted the part of the lady, a part he enjoyed.&nbsp; But at the end of the day he was a slave to his own desires.&nbsp; Now he would be a slave to hers.<br><br>"P..please my lady! please!&nbsp; Let me spill inside you!" He sobbed it out, indeed begging for the chance to defile this sapphire goddess, his goddess.&nbsp; He wasn't worthy, he was frightened.&nbsp; She was a monster, hell spwan.&nbsp; He also wanted her more then any mere mortal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 16:41:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By way of response, she kissed him again. Her forked tongue was sweeter than he remembered, melting away what little self control remained in the boy, stirring his thoughts into a passionate jumble. She clenched around him like a silken fist, warm and inviting around his shaft. No longer interested in his subjegation, the oni was focusing on her velvety passage as his length sawed in and out of her. Pleasure was already coiling like a tightening spring in her abdomen. She bit her lower lip, grunting into the kiss despite herself with each up stroke of her foolish lover.<br><br>Seduction achieved, now all was silence as they met each other with deep and hurried strokes, with only the occasional grunt or sigh passing her lips as the pale lady milked her own pleasure from his body. Twitching and writhing atop him, she could feel her own sweat as it tickled down the curve of her navel, rolling past her her pubic mound, to hang like dew from the pink lips of her pussy. It only lingers a moment before he crashes into her again. Pleasure continued to rise, unbidden really. She craved the release, but at the same time didn't want this to stop. Miyabi shook her head, pulling away from his kiss as she gasped for air. <br><br>It was coming.<br><br>Miyabi could even feel herself blushing, the burning sensation in her chest tainting her blue skin with a slight patch of rouge. Ryuki's moans, his length sawing in and out, everything was just too much. She was on the edge, burning with excitment, and she swallowed to relieve her parched throat enough to croak, "Spend yourself inside of me, boy." She impaled herself again on his fat penis, her body shivering as she let out a strangled cry. Her canal clamped down on him, a low anguished moan escaping her as he was buried over and over inside her spasming flower.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 17:11:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned hungrily around her kiss as he felt her forked tongue sliding into his mouth.&nbsp; He hungrily sucked on it kissing her as he started to thrust his hips up, wanting to be buried as far as possible inside of her.<br><br>His own body was getting hot, sweat clinging to his fair skin as she milked him for what he was worth.&nbsp; He was panting into the kiss then gasped as she broke the kiss inhaling air.&nbsp; He wanted to release himself but as much as he wanted this goddes, there was still the fear of what she would do if he was too quick.&nbsp; As soon as she said so he groaned arching up deep inside of her.&nbsp; With his own cry of pleasure he came hard, thrusting himself deep inside of her as he came, filling her.<br><br><br>Finally his body relaxed and he lay there panting, the whole situation coming together in his mind.&nbsp; To his horror though, she was all he wanted.&nbsp; This monster, this goddess...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 22:28:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miyabi smiled, licking at the sweat that covered his chest, savoring the taste as she swept his dampened hair from his face. His penis slid free, slapping his own thigh wetly as she lifted herself up onto her knees. Again she stared at his lovely face, tracing her fingers across the streaked remains of his powdered makeup, "I see adoration in your eyes, boy. It will pass as the sting settles and your loins cool. You'll remember your other love, the stage, in short order and longingly return to her come the morning. But come night fall, you will long for me again."<br><br>She stood up slowly, her fingers twisting gently through his sweat tangled hair, "And one day, like Yasmina over there, the sun will dawn and your love for the stage will have grown cold." Miyabi nodded to the indian girl who remained impassively motionless throughout, only staring with a certain dull interest in their passion, "Then you'll be like me. No purpose... just need."<br><br>"And remember always when you bemoan your fate..." Her fingers clenched firmly in his hair, forcing his gaze towards her sex. Azul fingers parted the pink petals, her musk still strong, as she exposed herself with shame to his hungry eyes. A trickle of his semen had slid down the valley of her ass, the pure white seed standing out against the indigo pucker of her asshole, "Remember you begged for it. Your seed is your contract, boy." She released her grip at last, letting him slump back against the wall, "I grant you the honor of my company, boy. Anytime you seek it, I shall not deny you. Loose yourself in me, you lovely fool." Lifting a pallid blue foot, she teased her toes against his slowly sagging penis, her smile still that of a predator, even as she offered the "gift" of her presence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-09-2008, 22:41:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He groaned a bit and gasped staring up at her.&nbsp; He was panting a bit still wanting her but as she spoke, realization was slowly coming back to him.&nbsp; He gasped a bit as her fingers tangled in his hair, 'W..what do you mean..no purpose..just need?" he whispered his voice still laced with fading adoration and need.<br><br>He whimpered in pain as she pulled his hair, making him gaze at her sex, at the seed he had planted inside of her.&nbsp; He groaned as he fell back against the wall, slumping there.&nbsp; As her toes teased his penis, he moaned gasping a bit.&nbsp; Fear was returning to him but she was right in one thing.&nbsp; He wanted to loose himself in her, if only to feel that pleasure again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>01-10-2008, 21:55:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She seemed almost bemused by the question, his naivity exciting her. There was something strangely attractive about the mortal inability to comprehend. The tendancy to dismiss the very idea that not only did a world where things such as her existed, but that it was THIS world he had thought he had known so well. It was one of those epiphanies that was simply part of the human condition, like the first orgasm or a woman's first blood. Briefly the world seemed to make less sense...<br><br>But as with all things, familiarity would set in all too soon. It was time for him to familiarize himself with his fate. Miyabi rolled the ball of her foot against the still sticky head of his cock, as she shifted her gaze to the girl over her shoulder, "This is Yasmina." The lovely indian girl had continued suckling almost dejectedly on the pipe throughout his coupling with the Oni, "Once upon a time she was a star in her own right. If you could only have seen her dance. She refused to take a husband, fearful even of the touch of a man. His seed might destroy her body and talent if it took root." <br><br>Miyabi leaned in closer to him, the weight of her slender form minute, yet still somewhat uncomfortable as she pressed more firmly against his penis, "If I were to deign to step on her crotch right now, she would let you fill her until the milk poured freely down her legs. I dare say she would beg you. It's different for everyone in this house. She was... very stubborn. Strong of will. It took the passage of four moons before she lost her purpose." Miyabi removed her foot, kneeling by the frail beauty, retrieving his discarded saki saucer. Filling it with the steaming liquor, she smiled softly, "You... I think won't fight nearly so long, boy." <br><br>Her cool fingers tickled down his cheek as she carressed him with the back of her hand, "But I love you... as much as I am able. Make no mistake of that, please. I need you as much as you'll come to need me. The audience admires you and covets your beauty." She pressed herself close against him once more, swirling the saucer slowly to cool it, "But they do not know you. Nor do they wish to. You are a warm mouth and a pleasing presence to them, discarded the moment you begin to show the burden of time. I will never discard you. I wish to know you. I will know every inch of your flesh. What drives you wild and wakes you in the night with cold sweats and your jism on your stomach." <br><br>Upending the saucer into her mouth, she tilted her head, a soft grin on her lucious red lips as she leaned forward to kiss him. Any resistance was quickly snuffed out as she stroked her forefinger gently between his testicles, causing him to gasp into her waiting mouth. The liquor was poured down his gullet as she sat up. Parting her lips slightly as her reptilian tongue invaded his mouth again, she stared directly into his eyes, her mismatched gaze beguiling for all of it's inhumanity. She left him needy as she laid back at last, stretching out across the pillows, her lovely form laid out bare for his wanting eyes, "Don't be afraid. Lay with me... close your eyes and dream of me. In the morning I shall let you free. I have no reason to lie, boy. Comfort me this cold night, please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 14:54:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked over at Yasmine, lost in the pipe.&nbsp; He had been right, she was an addict.&nbsp; Not an addict of opium though but of this oni.&nbsp; He gasped louder as she pressed more firmly against it.&nbsp; it was growing hard a bit, despite the weigh she was putting on it.&nbsp; <br><br>He gasped a bit as she knelt down next to him, even having her this close was making him grow hard.&nbsp; Despite himself, he leaned into her touch feeling her warmth as she pressd against him.&nbsp; <br><br>Suprised at first, he groaned then gasped loudly as he felt her playing ith his testicles.&nbsp; Her tongue was joined by the saki, force dto swallow on it, suckling like some new born baby on the serpents tongue.&nbsp; As she lad back, he whimperd a bit harder and more aroused then when she had first touched him.&nbsp; He gasped a bit realizing how right she was.&nbsp; He anted her badly, his eyes followed her beatiful form as she laid herself out.&nbsp; He hesitated for but a second before moving forard and laying beside her much more powerful form.&nbsp; &nbsp;His slender weak form pressed against her a bit as he lay down.&nbsp; Yasmine watching them no longer creeped him out, he didn't care.&nbsp; As long as this sapphire goddess, this monster was before him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 17:07:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miyabi felt his penis brush against her leg, still sticky from his earlier efforts. She cooed like a dove, long nails tickling down his taut abdomen as she reached down to cup his testicles, "Ah... you're a man after all. I want you to love me and hold me, and I do suspect that you are more concerned with sticking it in." She seems oblivious to the fact she was teasing him to rigidity earlier, and equally oblivious to the effect her fingers are having as she traced the seam of his scrotum, her fingers massaging at the tender flesh beneath.<br><br>She kissed along his jawline, her third eye focused on him as she traced soft circles beneath his swollen need. Her sweet breath tickled at his neck again as she warned, "You should close your eyes and dream of me. You think that you can spend yourself and be at peace. Those days are gone, boy. You can never be satisfied. A drop of water on a parched tongue, you'll only want more. And I want to savor you..."<br><br>Reaching behind to Yasmina, she tore the pipe away from her with little resistance. Holding it out towards Ryu, her other hand still tenderly exploring his groin, she smiled softly, "It will help you sleep... and the burdens of the poppy are the least of your worries right now, boy. I shouldn't like to break you in a single evening."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 18:44:07</strong>
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				He gasped, moaning softly almost humping into her hand.&nbsp; He groaned a bit, smal sounds of plasure escaping his lips.&nbsp; "P..please and le me try Miyaki. I..I can try to love you." He gasped a bit, she couldn't truly be right.&nbsp; COuld she?&nbsp; Surerly if she just let him slide inside of her, he could quench this raging fire of desire that seemed to want to consume him.&nbsp; <br><br>He groaned, bucking against her hand, crying out his pleasure as she ran her fingers along his groind.&nbsp; He looked at it, he had always rejeed it but no he would do anything.&nbsp; He would do anything if it meant he would at least get the attention from her that she as giving him now.&nbsp; Reluctantly, and yet wanting to pleasure, he wrapped those soft lips around the pipe.&nbsp; For the first time he would be under two powerful drugs.&nbsp; Her and the poppy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brittlby</strong> on <strong>02-10-2008, 22:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No... I may think I want you to love me, but I really want something else. Yet I can not let you taste me again so soon." Miyabi sighed as if she were dealing with a child, reluctantly crawling to her knees. Running her forearm beneath her hair, she flung it over her shoulder as if she were parting a curtain, exposing the toned expanse of her back. On all fours like a beast, her three eyes peered over her shoulder at him, a smirk teasing at her lips as she watched his erect prick twitch angrily as it was ignored.<br><br>She lifted her ass into the air, reaching back to pull at her buttocks, showing him the pucker of her anus. There was something surreal about it. Whether it was the fact that this immortal was behaving like the lowliest of whores, or perhaps simply it was strange to know despite her oddities, she had the same plumbing as a mortal. Regardless, her intentions were made clear as she swayed her hips back and forth, "You may do as you like with my ass... Take me roughly, with no concern for my satisfaction. Fuck me like you hate me, boy."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kabuki Star (Brittlby and Tripping Satyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>03-10-2008, 15:55:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took another long drag of the opium pipe and sighed softly as the smoke drifted through him.&nbsp; The room was spinning softly in a very pleasant way.&nbsp; He watched her softly, her every movement making his prick ache more for her.&nbsp; He wanted her, needed to tate her but she was teasing him like some child.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched, licking his lips softly as she pulled at her buttocks.&nbsp; Nodding softly he watched it, almost hypnotized.&nbsp; He reached down to stroke his cock himself, moaning as he softly pulled at it.&nbsp; He moved up and ran a hand softly along her back, placing his cock at her back entrance.&nbsp; With a loud groan he thrust forward to barerly himself roughly deep inside of her.&nbsp; He gasped happily as he worked to sink himself in as deep as she could take him.
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