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Kaia~Mai

Kaia~Mai


D-rank

Hips swayed seductively from side to side with each booted step the woman took as she crossed the threshold of the bar. Her black bodysuit caught the light, enhancing her short and yet well defined figure while casting her eyes - the only thing visible beneath the cowl that covered her long white hair and face - into deeper shadows. In a lulling and seductive voice barely above a whisper and yet carrying above the dim noise of the bar nonetheless the female sung, “Blood still stains when the sheets are washed. Sex don’t sleep when the lights are off. Kids are still depressed when you dress them up, and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup. He’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle. Of course it’s a corpse that you keep in a cradle. Kids are still depressed when you dress the up. Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup...” The female would pause as piercing blue eyes - no longer innocent and pure, but cunning and wise and yet with a wicked touch to them - moved across the sea of faces and bodies held within the bar that evening. “Blood money, blood money. How do you afford this ring that I love honey? Just another shift at the drug company? He doesn’t think I’m that fucking dumb, does he?...”, as the song continued to leave her lips she spotted him: the white hair, the oh-so familiar body, and the familiar chakra sensation she knew all too well: her best friend, her husband, the love of her life who had stolen her heart and locked it away from all others.

Yet, as a wicked and playful grin spread across her face - hidden by the cowl - she headed not towards her beloved but towards the nearest stool at the bar. She was more than aware of each set of eyes that followed the sway of her hips as she moved, the sensation of their stares so strong she could feel them upon her body as if they were physically touching her. But that was the difference, eh? Looking, but not touching. Each movement was as lethal as it was seductive: as if she were a rattlesnake among men. Dangerous, deadly, coiled and ready to strike at only the slightest provocation. As she passed by tables of men and women alike she heard the clearing of throats, caught the small uncomfortable shifts with her peripheral vision, even the fact that a younger looking male had to suddenly excuse himself from the table and make a beeline for the nearest bathroom, covering his crotch with his hat on his way - something which caused several of the older patrons to chuckle.

Reaching her destination Kaia placed her hands upon the table top, lifting herself up and sliding gracefully onto the barstool. Leaning forward she placed her left elbow on the bar, placing the left side of her face in her hand as she propped her head up. With a soft sigh she waited as the bartender finished with another customer before making his way over towards her, her blue gaze tracking every movement the man made to the point of making him feel uneasy by the time he stood before Kaia: the fact that the hair on the mans arms and the back of his neck were standing up highlighted in the way the light reflected and caught it. Instead of feeling apologetic as she might have only three months prior she instead felt empowered, strong, and in charge. She watched without a single blush tinting her cheeks - not that they were visible for the moment - as the bartender gave her a once over before his focus returned back to her face. “Whiskey, neat.”, Kaia spoke, her voice just as sweet and seductive as her movements.

If she expected the bartender to jump immediately to her whim though, she was sadly mistaken. “Can I see some identification, miss?”, the bartender spoke, his gaze giving her a quick once over again before moving to rest on her face. A look of amusement crossed her features at that point, a look that remained as she reached up and slowly unwound the cowl around her head and face, revealing her long stark-white hair, lightly tanned flesh, and beautiful features. She took her time in the manner in which she draped the cowl around her neck, the ends of which teased the open top portion of her bodysuit that revealed beautiful and full cleavage: the zipper resting innocently beneath her breasts as if it couldn’t quite father the idea of being pulled up and covering such assets. Kaia took her time in pulling her long and straight hair from the cowl, no blush showing up on her cheeks as she ‘caught’ the bartender looking at her cleavage instead of at her face. The bartender cleared his throat upon being caught, his gaze snapping back up to Kaia’s own while a smile that was all sin and deadly intentions spread across her face. “Now, Mr. Bartender…”

“Na--name’s Reo…”

Kaia gave a nod of her head in inclination, “Reo… do I look like I’m some kind of underaged schoolgirl to you?”, she asked softly, not pausing to give him a chance to reply before tacking on, “And where would I hide identification in this bodysuit, hmm? You must have a very active imagination Reo, because I can’t think of a single place I could put it… That means I’d have to go the whole way home to get it, and then come back. It’s dark out there, not exactly wise for a lil’ harmless thing like me to go walking around by herself in the middle of the night, is it?”

The bartender, or Reo as he had called himself, found his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, at a loss for words. Eventually he nodded, swallowed, and seemed to get his voice back, “I-- you’re right, miss. No need for identification. I’ll go get your drink, be right back!”, he stammered out, nearly bowling one of his barmaids over as he turned abruptly and nearly knocked the woman off of her feet. The woman gasped, moving out of the way as Reo just hurried past her without an apology. The barmaids gaze shifted over towards Kaia, a look of loathing coming upon the common looking woman’s face. Unlike in the past Kaia didn’t back down, instead she returned the gaze with her own, her coy and deadly smile growing even more pronounced as the promise of wicked deeds and evil sins became more prominent within her gaze. The look seemed to shake the barmaid to her very soul as the woman looked away quickly, unable to hold Kaia’s gaze any further, before excusing herself and disappearing into the back. ‘Oh, this is going to be fun…’, Kaia thought to herself, refraining from throwing a glance in the direction of her husband. Instead her gaze followed the bartender as he went about getting her drink, hurrying back over to her and placing it down with a soft ‘clink’ on the counter. “There are you go, miss. On the house.”, the bartender spoke, leaning in and giving a purposeful look at her cleavage on display.

Holding back a chuckle, and deciding she had tempted her husbands restraint enough for one evening, she gave a polite nod to the bartender before picking up her drink and taking a sip of the delicious liquor. It was smooth going down and yet held just the lightest of burns that was just enough to be enjoyable without being overpowering. She slipped gracefully from her stool, much to the bartenders dismay as he had been all but drooling over her, and made her way down down the line and through the sea of steadily growing patrons once more, her hips swaying just as seductively as ever as she made her way towards Daremo with the grace of a well trained predator. Upon reaching where he sat she didn’t hesitate to reach a hand out, giving a light pinch to the ass she loved to touch and had missed quite a lot in the past three months. “Hello there, handsome. Niiiiice ass. Is it taken?”, her voice was playful and naughty, promising all manner of sins in every syllable spoken. Behind her she could hear a glass breaking - the bartender storming off into the back after tossing a glass a little too roughly into the sink: he was by no means happy she had blown him off after he gave her a free drink of top quality whiskey. As if to make her point stick further that she had no interest in Reo she didn’t even glance back as she took a sip of her glass, her tongue lingering along the lip of the glass seductively before being retracted into her mouth. Her gaze remained steadily on the handsome man before her, the one who held her heart and her thoughts, as she waited for his response: curious if he’d play her little game for a while with her.

Word Count: 1,515

Daremo




S-rank
Stepping out of the bedroom, Daremo walked down the hallway heading towards the living room, pausing as he saw his companion laying on the back of the couch. Her dark green, nearly black, bulky body hanging off the side as her sharp talons dug into the cushion. Cold, murderous eyes, yellow in coloration greeted him as a forked tongue flickering out to taste the air. For a few seconds, neither one said anything, only staring at one another, “You going okay?”, Hikari inquired, her voice being all powerful but still maintaining a feminine quality to it. “Yeah, I needed to get out some.”, Daremo spoke, moving past the couch, and walked into the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, he did not bother in turning towards the something falling as he pulled out a fresh pack of meat. Ripping the package open, he put the raw meat on a plate and placed it on the ground. “Your welcome.”, He spoke, leaving the kitchen as Hikari began eating the meal. He did not expect a ‘thank you’ from Hikari. She was not the type to show gratitude when it came to such things. It did not bother him at all, it was just who she was, and Daremo had long since accepted it.

Taking a look around the house, making sure nothing was a missed, Daremo headed towards the front door. As his hand reached towards the door, he paused, “Watch this place for me. I will be back in a couple of hours or so.”, With that said, he turned the doorknob, and Daremo stepped out into the night air. He welcomed the cool chill within the air. It licked at his exposed skin and seeped through the long sleeved, buttoned up, black silk shirt he was wearing. The coolness reminding him of his time in Lightning Country, and what all was left behind there. Before any thoughts could surface, they were ruthless stomped to the furthest corner of his mind. He will eventually see them again, he was sure of it. With the thoughts take caring of, he began walking down the streets of Kirigakure no Sato.

There being a fairly good amount of people out, going about their night, talking and mingling with friends and acquaintances. Walking pass these people, he acknowledged those who acknowledged him with a simple head nod or greeting. He did not bother in striking up a conversation with those who knew from the hospital, figuring they both had better things to do than to talk to one another. ”If things were different.”, He silently mused, catching the wandering eyes of a couple of females, and some men, who were looking at the white haired male with lustful. It never fails, everywhere he goes, there are those who seemingly can’t keep their eyes off of him. If he had not been used to it by now, having practically been raised around lustful stares, he would feel uncomfortable. But, considering his life up until now? The stares did not bother him, only annoyed him a little.

Having reached his destination, a local bar popular with shinobi and civilians alike, Daremo walked through the doors. His entry catching the eyes of a few of the patrons. While the mean turned back to what they were doing, some of the women did not. Their eyes lingering on him, licking their lips as the bar light allowed them to a chance to see his impressive physique hidden underneath his stomach transparent shirt. Daremo could not keep the smirk off his face when he caught a female staring at him, and the blush adorning their face upon realizing they were caught. He mentally chuckled at the look of jealousy some men were giving him as their wife, girlfriend, or date were eying and blushing at him, instead of them.

People, mainly the men, moved out of his way as he walked towards the bar. His eyes catching onto any male who dared to glare at him, taking only but a glance for them to flinch away, grumbling under their breath as their female companions smiled sweetly at him. None of the men dared to challenge him for there were something animalistic about him. It was wild and dangerous, and at any moment could snuff out the light of another. While the men shied away from him, the females did not. Their eyes flocked to his body, appraising him like a piece of meat. They spoke with their girlfriends about what wanted to do to such a man, or wished their significant other was like him. Some of the things Daremo picked up on was dirty to say the least, and he found himself mentally chuckling.

Stepping up to the bar, Daremo took a seat by another patron, a black haired female who was enjoying her drink. When it looked like the woman was about to speak, her eyes flickered down to his left hand, “Married, eh?”, Daremo eyes turned to the woman who had spoken to him, and that was pointing at the wedding band on his fingers. “Happily so.”, as he waited for the bartender to finish with another patron. “Lucky girl she is.”, the unknown woman said, there not being an ounce of jealousy within her voice, just a knowing smirk. “You have no idea.”, Daremo replied, not batting an eyelash as a blonde woman sat on the other side of the woman, and kissed her on the lips. It became apparent the two women were dating each other, for the black-haired woman’s attention was now focused on the blonde.

“What can I get you.”, The bartender asked.

“Whiskey on the rocks.”, Daremo replied, watching as the bartender went to make the drink. The man returning with it a few seconds later, “Here you go.”. Nodding in appreciation for the drink, Daremo wrapped his right hand around the glass, and got off the stool. The movement catching the attention of the black haired female who turned away from her friend, “You drinking alone?”, She asked, seeing hoe he was in the process of moving to sit at one of the tables. “I - - -”, whatever he were about to say was caught in his throat when he saw who had just entered the bar.

”Are my eyes deceiving me?”, He mused, staring at the woman who had just entered. The black catsuit she wore enchanted her figured and defined her natural curves, those that he knew very well. Though the cowl covered her face and hair, Daremo did not need to see those to realize who had just walked into the bar. Kaia-mai, his best friend, his lover, his wife, the woman who had left behind all those months ago to venture the world once more. She had just walked into the bar, and much to his chagrin the eyes of nearly every male were upon her.

Seeing the lustful looks directed at HIS wife, made his blood boil, and the need to be territorial was scratching at the surface. His pinky finger twitched when he noticed a male, who had been eyeing his wife, rushing to the bathroom, covering his crotch with a hat. It was apparent what happened to the male, and if the chuckling from the other patrons were any indication, they also knew. “Whoever she is, she is hella sexy.”, Daremo’s head snapped to the man who dared to say that about his wife, and it took a massive amount of restraint not to snap the guy’s neck right then and there. ”You are playing a dangerous game, love.”, He mused, watching as his wife made her way to the bar. His eyes never leaving her body, soaking in every inch of her, and tracing every one of her curves. If possible, she had become even more sexier than before. Not only that, the way she handled herself was different. The shy woman from before was no longer there, being replaced with something else.

The confidences and sexiness that oozed from her called out to him, lighting up every animal instinct he had suppressed, calling them to the surface. She was unknowing bringing forth the animal within him. No, he doubt she was unknowingly doing this, he had a hunch that she knew exactly what she was doing, and causing, to him. Licking his lips, Daremo moved towards Kaia, his eyes having a variant of emotions, most being happiness but also a territorial need to claim what was his. “Mine.”, He spoke, there is a hint of danger within them, his right-hand non-accidentally groping her ass as they passed by one another. He did not bother in turn back, to see her reaction. No, his eyes fell on the men who were openly glaring at him for what he did. He did not like their look, and for the briefest of moments, the hairs of every man stood on edge as an unforeseen force preyed upon them before vanishing just as quickly as it came. With the message sent, Daremo took a seat at a table not far from the bar.

Sipping on the whiskey, Daremo watched the scene before he plays out. The glass in his hand nearly cracking when he saw the bartender’s eyes dipped down, obviously looking at his wife’s chest after she removed the cowl. Self-control, it was really taking him self-control to not do anything rash to the patrons, some of which have not got the hint earlier was looking at his wife’s backside that was accented more now that she was sitting on the stool. Taking a deep breath, Daremo shook his head. Most definitely, his wife has changed, and he found himself pleased with it. Sure, he might want to murder everyone who looked at his wife, but, he approved of the change for the most part.

Daremo watched at his beautiful wife slid off the stool, after having taken a drink of what she had order, and began moving through the sea of people. His eyes never leaving hers, though, they did dip to watch the seductive swing of her hips, as she made it over to where he was sitting. The smile on his face shifted into a predatory one as he looked at his wife. Jerking slightly when she reached around and pinched his ass, “I can say the same about your ass too, beautiful. Though my ass might be taken, depends on who asking.”There was a playful, but dangerous, edge to his voice. The dangerous edge not being one of anger, but raging lust, and an animalistic need to claim what was his in front of those who dared to look.

“Why not take a seat, beautiful?”He said, pointing at the chair in front of, although, he really wanted her to sit somewhere else, “And let’s chat. Besides, we have the whole night ahead of us.” His eyes sparkled with lust, danger, and happiness. An odd combination for sure, but, one only reserved for his wife.


WC: 1839

Kaia~Mai

Kaia~Mai


D-rank
Despite her focus being on the bartender with the wandering eyes before her she didn’t miss a single step that Daremo took as he made his way towards her, a shiver running up her spine as the sensation of being the stalked prey of an epic predator falling upon her. The grope to her ass, unlike in the past, only caused her to grin as did his whispered words: not a blush, not a sign of the old and shy Kaia in sight. The change in the air registered, as did the reactions to the male’s around, and her grin only grew more pronounced and wicked - she had been right about pushing him too much further. While she knew he’d never lay a harmful hand on her the same could not be said to the multitude of patrons within the bar. If she pushed her husband much further he was likely going to snap, and while she was all for an epic game of burning down the bar she doubted the village would appreciate it.

Yet, whatever reaction she had she hid them well, continuing with the game she was so wickedly playing once her drink was in hand and she was making her way to Daremo’s table: ignoring the bartender completely afterwards as her gaze remained steadily on Daremo: she had eyes for no one else but him much to the dismay of many men and women around, including the poor john who had finally made his way out of the bathroom after having an ‘oops’ in his pants earlier. As Daremo jerked at her slight pinch she couldn’t help but to grin seductively, assuming the reaction had come from him not expecting such a greet - it certainly was different than her usual. Outside of an appropriate kiss, a hug, or a hand hold Kaia used to be very reserved in public. She kept her sexual life very hidden: locked behind closed doors with the proverbial curtains pulled tightly. So her pinching Daremo’s ass in public? Definitely new.

As her husband replied she couldn’t help but smile more seductively, noticing the edge to his voice that seemed to promise her so much wickedness when they were alone and away from prying eyes: she could so easily pick up on his need to claim her, on his need to make sure everyone who was around understood she was his and completely off limits. It was exactly what she wanted too - while the stares proved she could so easily catch the attention of a room and hold it just the same as he could, she wanted everyone to know that the man the women (and some of the men) were eyeing like candy was hers and hers alone. She wanted them to understand that if they even thought about touching him she would break them into pieces. Watching Daremo point to the chair at the table, mentioning her take a seat, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes: she had no intention of sitting in a chair.

Instead, with the kind of lethal grace of a predator she placed her glass down on the table next to his before moving closer. In a single movement she straddled his waist, facing him, staring into his eyes. She pressed her body up against his while her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her wedding ring flashing in the light. “Doctor, Doctor Feelgood. Come make me feel real good. Strap me down into my chair, I’ve been feeling real bad. Doctor, doctor, give me something to make me feel good. Not just your regular prescription today. I need to feel real good, after our last encounter everything changed…”, she sung softly, her voice seductive and alluring, a playful wink following her words.

Without wasting a single moment, without a single word about what the night might bring and how much of it they had, she claimed his lips with her own in a deep and claiming kiss: the action screaming loudly for anyone who was watching “This is mine!”. Whatever game Kaia had been playing was gone in an instant as she poured her love and longing into the kiss, wanting to convey through the act just how much she loved him, just how much she had missed him, and how much she wanted him. Even as uncomfortable coughs and throat clearing began around them she didn’t care: not stopping until she was absolutely sure he got the message she was conveying through the kiss - she had no cares for how anyone else thought about the kiss, how much it might have bothered them. Her care, her concern, was only for the man whose lap she was now almost inappropriately straddling.

Only when she was satisfied would she finally pull away gently, giving him the chance to claim her lips once more if he needed more. Once the kiss was broken she’d gently place her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she sighed softly. “I missed you so much, love.”, she’d whisper softly before opening her eyes once more, staring into his own: her gaze filled with unbridled love.

It was at that moment, in the midst of this perfect reunion, that she caught movement out of the corner of her eye that was different than the rest. A woman with long red curly hair, one of the many who had been eye humping her husband, got off her stool - stumbling drunkenly - and began to make her way over. Without looking away from Daremo, relying only on her peripheral vision she watched as the woman stormed over. “Hey you, you stupid bitch. I saw him first. He’s mine! Fuck off and go find some other guy to act like a hussy tow----”, the reaction had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that months ago Kaia wouldn’t have believed she had done it. Yet, without missing a beat, without looking away from Daremo at all, she had reached down, unsheathed a knife from around her leg, and thrown it right at the woman. This was not a warning, she was not aiming to miss, and sure enough the knife found its home in the gut of the woman who had been reaching towards Daremo: imbedded to the handle in her stomach: having pierced through her intestinal tract to the point to where if she pulled it out even if she did survive the blood loss she wouldn’t survive the infection that would lay claim to her body within days - a nasty and horrible death. Then again, in Kaia’s eyes, the woman deserved nothing less: who was she to claim Daremo as her own, to think she had any rights to him. He was hers and she had no intentions of sharing - especially not with some random bar wench.

“Do. Not. Touch. Him.”, Kaia spoke, a slew of emotions crossing her face: love for the man she was staring at, rage at the woman who had tried to touch him, annoyance as this now meant they’d have to leave. She had barely managed to get those four simple words out when the woman gasped as a spark of recognition filled the woman's eyes, several rushing over to help her, and yet Kaia paid them no mind outside of ensuring that they weren’t coming towards either of them: her gaze simply remained on her husband - no remorse, no fear, showing in her eyes, such a stark contrast to the way she used to be. The woman, instead of accepting the help of those around made an instant path to the door, stumbling out into the darkness - whatever reason she had for knowing Kaia, she clearly prefered escaping with a knife in her gut instead of sticking around.

Word Count: 1,300 | 2,815

Daremo




S-rank
When she pinched his ass, Daremo licked his lips, he was liking the new woman before him. Sure, there were nothing wrong with his wife before, he enjoyed her timid and shy personality when it came to expressing their love for one another in public, but, there had always been this yearning to do more with him a front of others; to make it explicitly known that she belonged to him in every sense of the world. That her body and mind had been tainted and corrupted by him. That she was his, and no one else. And, if needed be, he would destroy those who think otherwise. Kaia-Mai belonged only to him, and nobody else.
 
Having offered her to sit in front of him, his eyes spoke of another desire. He did not want to the woman to sit across from him. No, he wanted what was his to sit on him, like she tended to do in private. He watched her roll her eyes, and stalked past the offered chair. His eyes never leaving the seductive sway of her body as she moved towards him. Without being asked or prompted, he scooted his chair back enough, allowing her enough room to do what she wanted. The predatory smirk on his face growing as she moved in front of him, his eyes never leaving her face as she straddled his waist and pressed her body against him. The bodysuit doing nothing to prevent him from feeling every delicious curve. As she sung, Daremo roughly grabbed her ass, the ‘smack’ resounding loudly in the now, somewhat, quiet bar.

Without missing a beat, his fingers dug into her fleshy ass, expertly molding each cheek. He did not care about the others in the bar. He did not care about the sounds of protest, looks of jealousy and rages, thrown at him. This was his woman! And, he was going to make sure everyone knows it too. An animalistic growled rumbled out of him as Kaia’s lips claimed his. A deep, passionate, and rough kiss ensure, Daremo pouring all of his love, desire into the act. His tongue fought for dominance as he sought to dominate the woman straddling him. To remind her that she belonged to him in every sense of the world. He also wanted to see how much she had truly changed, would she fight back against his dominating presence, or will she fold, willing to easily submit like all of the other times?

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WC: 909[2748]

Kaia~Mai

Kaia~Mai


D-rank

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Word Count: 890 | 3,705

Daremo




S-rank
He had to make sure what was felt the first time was not just his imagination. That the feeling of her not giving into him when they first kissed was not just his own trying coming up with such a feeling. He needed to know that the woman, his wife, was indeed fighting back against his domineering presence. That is why, Daremo, after proclaiming to all who the sexy woman straddling his waist belong to, crashed his lips into hers. Deep and passionate it maybe, but, that is where any semblances of gentle and sensensual ended. It was raw, untamed, wild, rough, animalistic, primal, his tongue sought for dominance, seeking to make Kaia’s own to submit. He assumed it would just be like all the other times, that she would submit to his demands willing, but this time was different.

Instead of having his way with her, taking control of her like he had done countless of times before without must resistance, this time, there was some. She fought back against his aggression, her tongue wrestling with his for control. If she thought it would deter him, she would be in a rude awakening. Daremo shivered when he felt her resisting him, and the animal of him roared in approval. The more she resist him, fought against being dominated, the hard and wild the kiss became. Unknowingly to her, or maybe not, she was unlocking all the cages within him. The beasts that were from the time of being a Geisha, and trades having picked up. She was luring the monster of hiding, tempting it to come into the light. She should have known better not to tempt him.

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WC: 1080[3828]

Kaia~Mai

Kaia~Mai


D-rank

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It had been nearly four in the morning before Kaia had finally closed her eyes; the dark circles beneath her eyes evident of how tired she was. Yet, even as the sun began to peak through the window, causing her to wince and grumble as she turned over, she wouldn’t have changed a moment of the past week for the world. Three months had been a long time to be away from Daremo, too long. While it had been necessary - the training his grandmother had given her something that was quite eye opening and useful - it had still hurt each and every minute of the day she had been away from the man who had stolen her heart. Speaking of… as Kaia reached out in the giant king sized bed she found herself coming up empty handed: no long silky white hair, no warm well chiseled flesh, nothing. With a soft cry of outrage at being denied a chance to cuddle with her husband she lifted her head from her position on her stomach, and looked around through her own strands of snow white hair. The bed was indeed empty, the room itself as well, Yet, as she found herself listening closely she picked up easily on the sound of the water running from the bathroom, the door of which was propped open. With a soft groan she stretched herself out before pulling off the sheet that had been keeping her covered from the waist and down. Rolling over she found herself staring at the ceiling for a moment as a yawn escaped her, before finally working her way over to the edge of the bed and out.

It stood to reason just how well Daremo knew what he was doing with the fact that she was able to walk, evident of the way she stood up and made her way to the bathroom. As was usual for her she didn’t bother knocking - it wasn’t like they didn’t know each others bodies like the back of their own hands at this point. She closed the door behind herself, more to block out any cold air that might come rushing in rather than for a need of actual privacy. Her gaze shifted to the shower, but before she made her way in that direction she found herself falling short as she caught her beautiful appearance in the full length mirror. She looked just the same as she had three months prior, and yet so much had changed about her that it was sometimes startling. Though, that was not what held her attention at the moment - no, the very prominent bruised bite marks on her neck did - multiple sets of them. Idly she reached a hand up to them, running her fingertips over the tender marks as a coy small appeared on her face: she could so easily heal them if she wanted to, and yet they marked him as his. They were a sign to any who saw them that she belonged to another, a sign for them to keep their distance if they wanted to keep their lives. It was more than enough of a reason for her to just allow her hand to fall away, leaving the marks were they were, as she focused her attention onto the shower: the idea of getting under the nice and hot spray quite alluring, even as her stomach roared to life in retaliation to the thought.

She found herself eyeing the shower, amusement and apprehension battling in her eyes. The only reason the pair had stopped from their sexual activities was because after a week Kaia had finally pulled the plug and tapped out. Her husband was an insatiable beast - not that she minded - but after a week without the pair even stopping to eat… yeah. It had been time to put a stop to their fun. “So what are the chances if I jump in the shower with you that you’re going to let me leave again, hmm?”, Kaia called out, her voice a mixture of seriousness and playfulness together. “Because we still haven’t got food.. But I definitely need a shower before we go out.”

Word Count: 1,200 | 4,905

Daremo




S-rank
Despite having rented a hotel room for his stay in Mizu no Kuni, it was not the place where he body flickered himself and his love to. Instead of the small hotel bedroom, Daremo appeared with his lover in the large bedroom of a two-story house that was fully furnished with every necessity needed for a comfortable living. The place being a generous gift from a former client of his when he was a Geisha. The woman having presented the girl, much to her mother’s disbelief, after a several months sexual relationship between the pair. It was a way to thank him for being her first and only partner until the point she had found love, and eventually marry the man of her dreams. Though initially, he had turned down the gift, she was very persistent in him having it, thus, how he got the house.

The place being perfect for what he had in mind doing Kaia-mai. The bedrooms walls were sound-proof, blocking all sound from being heard outside of the house. They could still be heard by those inside, but outside? Nope. Nothing could be heard from anyone who was outside. And, it was that reason why he had brought her here because it was the perfect place to have his wicked way with her. The woman having tempted him far too long while in the bar, and it took some self control in not bending her over the table, and fucking her in public. He wonder, as he unzipped her bodysuit, licking his lips as more of her tantazaling flesh was exposed, did she realize how close she was from having been fucked in public? That, if any longer, he would have had her begging like a slut a front of strangers? Such thoughts were dismissed at the sound of her moan, and feeling of her velvety flesh wrapped around him.

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“There.”, He spoke, having seemingly finished washing his wife. He could not remember the last time he had done that without any prompt. But, after doing it today, he was reminded of the intimacy of such an at. It was one thing to have sex with the one you love, but, another to wash them. It was just pure about it. If Kaia-mai did not return the favor, not like he was looking for it, Daremo would grab the same washcloth, and begin washing himself. [/spoiler]

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Kaia~Mai

Kaia~Mai


D-rank

Her gaze tracked him as he stepped from the shower, water dripping from his body. It seemed like no matter how many times her gaze fell upon his well chiseled physique it was never enough: she found herself memorizing every twitch and movement as she did the first day she laid eyes upon him. As he stopped before her, lowering his head to hers, she lifted her chin and returned the sensual kiss, pouring all of her love into the gentle and simple act: wanting him to feel every ounce of it that she had for him. As he broke the kiss and spoke playfully she found herself smiling as she was guided into the shower, the spray the perfect temperature as it fell upon her bare and naked flesh.

A soft and pleased sigh escaped from her lips as she tilted her head back to drench her hair, enjoying the way the strands pulled backwards and out of her face. Though, the position didn’t last long as her beloved questioned her earlier words. Opening her eyes she would focus her blue orbs upon him and nod softly. “Mmhm. I’d like to go get breakfast. But, I’m feeling a bit too lazy to cook, so I thought we could go explore a bit and find a nice place to settle down at for a while.”, as she paused another gentle smile would cross her features. “I also need to pick up a few more outfits while we’re out.” For a moment she fell silent, enjoying the sensation of the lathered up washcloth roaming over her flesh as Daremo began to wash her; the act in a way as intimate as the others they had performed over the past seven days, and yet this one held an innocence to it like no other, and she found herself enjoying it immensely.

At his question about one of her favorite teas she’d incline her head in a nod of yes, her smile growing a bit more, “That was part of the plan. Though, I’m leaning towards a honeydew flavored bubble tea instead of my usual strawberry.” As she fell silent once more she simply watched him, her gaze flickering between his own and the act he was committing for her. When he requested that she turn around she did so gracefully, a soft groan of enjoyment leaving her lips as he washed her back and the rest of her. Her eyes would close once more as he washed her hair, his touch so gentle and sure, so enjoyable, that she found herself wanting to ensure she returned the gesture just the same. Even as his not so innocent touches registered she found herself not minding - not that she would have anyway - the gentle smile remaining upon her face. And then he was speaking her name, and professing his love for her; the words causing her heart to flutter and the sensation of butterflies to appear in her stomach. It never mattered how many times he spoke those words, the reaction had always been the same: it was as if she were hearing them for the first time all over again. So, upon him finishing with her hair she would find herself turning to face him again, moving to cross the distance between them as she stood on the tips of her toes. Unlike before when the act was sexual in nature this one wasn’t, instead she used the closeness to push her to her full height and plant a gentle but loving kiss upon his lips while taking the washcloth from his hand. “I, too, love you more than words could ever begin to describe.”

Only when her kiss was finished would she pull away, lathering up the cloth once more as she took her time to wash him the same as he had done her. With the gentle kind of touch she reserved for so few she would wash him, starting within his arms and moving towards his chest. Skipping his groin she would kneel before him, taking her time to wash first one leg and than the other before moving upwards again. Her touches were thorough and gentle, the act no more sexual than the rest, and in fact innocent and pure as she cleaned him from their earlier sins. From there she would speak softly, “Turn around, love”, and upon him doing so would continue on with washing him down: working from his back down to his buttocks.

Placing the washcloth to the side after rinsing it she would focus on the beautiful white hair she loved to play with so much, pouring a generous amount of shampoo in her hand. With a soft giggle as she was once again reminded of their height difference she stood up on the tips of her toes, lathering his hair gently and thoroughly, ensuring that every strand was properly coated in soap before rinsing it off.

Only when she was satisfied that he was clean once more would she close the distance again, wrapping her arms around him in another innocent gesture: hugging and holding tight to him for several moments before the water began to run cold, causing her to shiver and goosebumps to break out across her flesh. Then there it was, one of those quick movements of his again: Daremo’s arms, already around her body, holding her gently but tightly as he shifted her around, using his body to block her from the spray of the cold water: protecting her as he always did. Not wanting to force him to linger within the cold water she’d step out of the shower cautiously, hearing as the tap was turned off almost immediately after. With a gentle and peaceful smile still on her face she would snag two towels from the folded pile, using one to wrap her hair up and help dry it while keeping it from dripping on her body, and the other to dry herself off with.

Wrapping the towel around her upper body against the chilly air Kaia would make her way out of the bathroom and over to the where her now destroyed bodysuit was. Glancing at it with a chuckle she reached within, pulling out a scroll hidden within the bodice of the suit and unsealing from it multiple items - including much needed clothing. She found herself smiling somewhat in a amused fashion as she pulled freed a black crop top with a dragonfly embroidered on the right sleeve, a pair of black pants that would tie at her hips and hug them, along with a white and orange colored robe, along with undergarments: the outfit she was going with today was such a far cry from the one she had worn a week ago. Then again, she was fairly certain that even if her bodysuit had survived she would not be wearing it out of the house. As fun and sexy as it had been it had certainly led to several people almost ending up maimed or killed. There was no need to tempt fate, or her husband for that matter, for a little while.

Discarding her towel onto the unmade bed she dressed with care, slipping on her undergarnments before slipping her pants on and then pulling on the crop-top style shirt. Leaving the over-robe off for now she would grab a hairbrush from her bag, heading into the bathroom as she pulled the towel from her hair gently. With a kind of thoroughness she brushed her long white hair out before wrapping it up into a bun and securing it with two lacquered chopsticks. As per usual she didn’t even bother with makeup, her natural beauty speaking for itself. “Are you almost ready, love?”, she would call out as she tossed her towel into the basket, heading back out into the bedroom to slip her over-robe on, pulling the loose strands of hair that had fallen from their secured bun out of her way. Even with the nature of her clothing, as she caught her reflection in the mirror, she realized that she still held the same deadly feminine vibe as she had before: even though her outfit - while still hugging all her right curves and features - was not as skin tight as the body suit she was still sexy, still seductive and dangerous looking. It all made Kaia wonder if it had so much to do with her clothing choice, as it did with her general sense of being she now had around herself - the confidence she had grown in such a short span of time. Pushing the thoughts from her mind her gaze would shift to her husband as her stomach grumbled and roared, its demands for food being made known.
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Remaining Words: 1,150
Pestilence Fist: Cysts of Decay 900 / 1,150
Discarding 250 Words

Daremo




S-rank
Having finished washing Kaia’s hair, Daremo watched her turned to face him, the distance between them closing, and stood on her the tip of her toes. Making it easier for her, he leaned down, meeting her in a gentle but loving kiss which he poured all the love he had for her into the act as his arms wrapped around her. Holding her delicate frame against his body, allowing the water to cascade over them both as his eyes closed for the moment. The world around him disappearing, leaving him only with his wife in his arms. How greatly had he missed these moments? The moments were they simply held one another? Sex was not always needed with him, sometime his heart ached for closeness and being in his wife’s presence.

Love, he never got tired of hearing her announcing such for him. Before having met Kaia-mai, the idea of finding someone who truly loved him, more than just for his body, was a farfetched reality. A dream upon dreams for a man rarely knew the concept of love outside of the cardinal sins of the flesh. He did not understand that two people could love one another without expressing it through sex. That, there was more to love than pleasure of the flesh. That the most simple and innocent touches can convey the love for another  more than sexual activity may. Truly, he only discovered what it meant to love when Kaia-mai entered his life all those years ago. Unknowingly to her, she taught the man there was more to love then just sex, and that, if giving the opportunity, it can be eternal instead of fleeting.

So, when she spoke the words, telling him how much she loved him, Daremo felt his heart skip a beat, and bright smile spread across his face. As he handed the clothed to Kaia-mai, watching as she lathered it up, and began washing his body, Daremo was reminded how incredibly lucky he was to have her in his life. She is a beautiful, caring, loving, and strong wife who accepted all of his faults and past for what they were. Not only was she an amazing wife, but also a marvelous mother to their children.

The thought of their children only made the smile bigger on his face. Having lost his first child when the pregnant mother was murder, the thought of becoming a father again was not on his to-do-list. He did not want to potentially experience the same pain like he did in the past. The angst and despair felt when he stumbled on their lifeless bodies was of the greatest he ever felt, and he vowed never to feel such a again even if it meant never experiencing the joys of being father. For a while, he was able to keep that vow, but entered Kaia-mai. She took over his life, making him into a better man, showing him what love truly was, and before he could realize it, she was pregnant with twins. When he first held them? He remembered all the emotions he felt; love, happiness, amazement, protectiveness to name a few. She had giving him a second chance at becoming a father, and he could not be more grateful.

Though he was not facing her, Daremo could imagine her face as she giggled at something. Feeling her lathering up his hair, he rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, “You could have asked.”, He spoke, kneeling down in the shower, making it easier for her to watch his hair. Eyes closing, and a content sigh escaping his lips as his wife worked in washing his hair. It was funny really, they both loved one another long hair. He could not stop himself from running his fingers through her silver locks whenever they were in arm-reach of one another, and the same could be said about her. Just like her, he did not mind it when she plays with his hair. It felt nice.

With her having finished washing his hair, Daremo turned to face her. His arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly, though not to tight, and returned the hug. The gesture being innocent and pure as his right hand soothingly rubbed her back, “Thank you.”, He whispered, leaving what he was thanking her for undetermined. Though, there were a plethora of things that she had done which deserved a thanks from him, but, in this case, the ‘thank you’ was simply for being an amazing wife and mother.

He could tell the water was cooling, even before feeling his wife shivering against him, therefore, he shifted their position, letting the water hit his back, blocking it from touching Kaia-mai. The cooling water hitting him caused a shiver to run down his spine, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle if it meant keeping it away from his wife. When she exited the shower, he followed suit, still protecting her till they were both out. Turning off the water, he grabbed two towels from the folding pipe, using one to wrap his hair, to help it dry and keep it from dripping, and the other towel to dry himself off.

Walking into the bedroom, Daremo glanced in the direction of Kaia-mai, who had chuckled, and noticed she was looking at the destroyed bodysuit. “I kind of feel bad for ripping that up.”, He admitted, a naughty grin appearing on his face, “It would have been nice seeing you wearing it around the house. Although, I doubt it would stay on you with how sexy you looked wearing it.” Indeed, while the thought of others seeing his wife wearing a bodysuit annoyed him, he rather enjoy seeing her wearing one around the house. It being a sure fire way to see him, considering how it hugged everyone of her delicious curves.

Moving towards the walk-in closet, Daremo allowed the towel around his waist to fall off, leaving him completely nude for his wife’s eyes. Shifting through the clothes within the closet, many being yutakas of various colors and motifs, he pulled out one. Overall the yukata was black with the detailed images of orange dragonflies design, enhance with a white outline, fluttering from one side of the yukata to another.

Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he paused to take in the erotic sight before him. “Thanks for the show, love.”, He said, loud enough for Kaia-mai him as she was pulling up her undergarments. Only when she pulled up her pants did his eyes tore away from her. Something stirred within him, but he suppressed that particular urge, and focused on getting his dress himself. Slipping on a pair of black boxers, he follow it with the yutaka that he had picked out. Walking into the bathroom, Daremo paused, and took note of her attire and the dragonfly motif, “Seems like we dressed alike.”, He commented, pulling the towel from his hair. Standing beside his lover, Daremo began meticulously brushing his white hair, only being satisfied when there were no tangles. Running his fingers through his hair, he thought about putting it in a low-hanging ponytail, but decided not to. He will let his hair flow free for today.

“Yeah, I am almost ready.”, Daremo spoke, having just finished brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth out. Walking out of the bathroom, he picked up his discard towel and walked back into the bathroom to put it into the basket. His eyes lingering at Kaia, who was staring in the mirror, “You look beautiful no matter what you wear.”, He spoke, kissing her on the cheek, and exited the bathroom. Daremo, as he slipped on a black pair of geta, having heard his wife’s stomach roaring to life; his own doing the same soon afterwards. Placing his wallet on his person, Daremo turned his attention to Kaia, “Let’s go find some breakfast, and then clothes shopping.”, He spoke, outstretching his right hand for her to take.

He walks with her down the hallway which led into a spacious living room, and kitchen to the right. “After you.”, He spoke, opening the front door for her, following her after she stepped outside. Locking the door behind him, he turned his attention to his wife, “Do you have any place in mind, or do you want to walk around and see if anything catches your eye?”, He asked, interlocking their hands together, and begin walking away from his home, that was not too far from the shopping and eating district.

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