Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

When Hunter called out in annoyance at the situation of not being given a turn to ride the rather exotic and monstrous strumpet on the futon, there were some men who turned to give him a mere glance. That was perhaps the best he got from some people, others were blind to his complaints, merely focusing on their own enjoyment of the current splendorous sight before them. Its not like they havent heard their share of impatience and usually the most impatient of people were easily to flake off in due time. If he wanted a girl, there could be many he could seek out without bothering them. They knew they would get a turn eventually. If not tonight, they would eventually. Mariko was more or less the village bicycle, a reputation she was proud of, and it would be easy to get a ride from her. Mariko and her current paramour did stop in their congress, for just a moment. She tightened her clawed grip on the shoulders of her partner to get her to stop. The sound of squishing and slapping was paused, an almost eerie silence seemed to almost dominate the room for a few seconds. The modern day oiran seemed to be scan the room to see what the hubbub was about, noticing the familiar and impatient hunter. He seemed to have brought a girl with him this time. While women were not unheard of in her little den of debauchery, Aurelia certain made herself more memorable than the ones who passed by here. For one, she was dressed normally, which easily painted her as a virgin visitor or one who was set to their non-deviant lives. Her ruby hair held her attention, seemingly more genuine than manufactured and the unusual glow in her eyes. Mariko could easily catch this one as a person of bakemono blood and she never had someone with that ancestry in her den. Now she was interesting... It seemed her pause was cut short and her partner was more eager than her to return to their previous activity. With firm hands, he placed them on her stocking clad legs and positioned them over his shoulders show that there will be little else resisting the push of his lustful thrusts. Marikos eyes widened for a moment at the new sensation and then her eye lids sank in a submission of her sensation. Her hot breaths turned to small moans as she grew increasingly heated in her passions with her lover pushing against her in quick aggressive thrusts. The small golden ornaments in her hair dress shook with her, rustling softly against each other. Her clawed hands bit into the fabric of his shirt, but he gave little care to that. A little pain for much pleasure. In all of her haste, and those of her crowd, she seemed to have forgotten about some precaution in her transgressions. While the physiology of both bakemono and human were different, there was a small chance she could endanger herself with a biological union or any other unwanted side effects. There was a small law that sex workers in the city protect themselves against that in someway. Not that Mariko considered herself a sex worker, at least officially. Having sex wasnt her job exactly, but it was fun and dangerous. In her passionate moans, she managed to say. Mmm, yes...but please... ahn ! Dont cum in.. ahn ! Me...Please be considerate. Some werent fans of sloppy seconds, after all. However, anyone noticing the small trail of cum barely seeping out from the tight confines of her womanhood could see that was already a futile request from her partner. A flood of his seed was flooding deep into her womb and the excess was running out. He wouldnt have cared either way, as there were already acceptable risks to what she wanted to do here. There were a few grunts from him as he gave a few more laboured thrusts to ride out the remainder of his ride. Unceremoniously, he left her wet confines with a small cream white trail of the damages staining the skirt and bed. He grinned at his successful conquest and merely strode out of the room without saying anything else. Mariko sat up on the futon with a crossed pout in on her full lips, a little annoyed at this. She hadnt had her fill yet and he broke her request. Not that she was angry, as he wasnt the first and wouldnt be the last tonight. Either way, she could find a distraction elsewhere and took a small breather from her exertion. She picked up a long narrow pipe that sat on an ashtray beside the bed to take a small puff, her eyes falling on the lone girl in the room as she suddenly became picky with her partners. You seem rather interesting... She drawled off suggestively with a small smile.