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Post by Subori on Oct 3, 2013 15:34:02 GMT -5
| "Eh?! You said Subori is on her way? What does that bitch... ung, what does she want?" A large, overweight man... the feudal lord of the Land of Grass, Lord Orofu... the slovenly and disgusting lech. With a curse to his assistant, he shoved one of several women in his luxurious bedroom out of his way and grabbed his haori. He slipped his arms into it, but neglected to tie it closed or put any more clothing on. Subori would be used to seeing him with his pride exposed. She might not enjoy it, but he could care less what she did or did not want to see. She could stare at the women strewn about, anyway. She was probably a lesbian. "Hrr, hrr... where's my favorite whore? She in her room? Bring her out, I'll need to fuckin' relax after this bitch pays me a visit." He slumped down onto a massive bed, among three women. |
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Post by Tanin on Oct 3, 2013 15:45:31 GMT -5
Tanin sighed when the summons came. She was lazing about amongst the colored pillows that filled her room, naked for all to see, with one leg crossed over the other. The thick smell of incense filled the air, with this particular smell being dragon fruit. It was sweet, and she liked it, but Orofu always said it smelled like “peasant shit”. It was always such a hassle pleasing that man, but given the entirety of his harem were just her clones, it’d give her the needed time to doll herself up.
It took a little over fifteen minutes to spray the perfumes he liked, and to apply the oil to her arms, breasts, and both sets of lips. Green makeup lined her eyes, and a pair of contacts brought out the emerald greens even further. When she arrived in the main chamber of the daimyou, she wore a silk kimono of earthly browns and rich greens with nothing underneath it. A thick sash kept it bound to her waist, and the sleeves covered her fingertips.
“You summoned me, Your Grace?” Tanin sweetly asked, a smile dancing on her lips. The three women that had kept him occupied sleuthed off one by one as she approached, knowing that their creator had to work the fat man’s withered spear until Subori arrived.
This, truth be told, perplexed her. Generally a clone was sent to Subori in secret. If Lady Kusa was coming herself, that meant that she had something special for her to coerce from the daimyou. But whatever it was, Tanin knew that she could get Orofu to grant whatever request she wanted. After all, a man’s biggest weakness was always his pride.
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Post by Subori on Oct 25, 2013 23:16:10 GMT -5
| When she finally arrived, Subori beheld a sight few should ever have to endure. A pleased and rather ebullient Orofu stood to greet her. He attempted to begin with his usual tirade, on how she needed him and had to do everything he said, and on how it would be in her best interest to sleep with him. However, the raise of her tail stifled him. "Yes, yes... your dick is large, and your money important to me. I did not come here to see you, I came to see her." Her arms crossed and one eye narrowed, Subori's tail wavered between the two, first jabbing in emphasis at the feudal lord, then pointing to Tanin when Subori indicated her. It served to imply the same as a finger might, but she kept her arms folded. Subori allowed her tail to relax, and unfolded her arms. She extended a solitary finger, curling it in Tanin's direction. She remained at the doorway for however long it would take Tanin to cross the room, unwilling to brave the stink of Orofu barely masked by the strong and beautiful mix of perfumes. Once the younger woman was close, Subori stepped back. |
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Post by Tanin on Oct 26, 2013 8:49:00 GMT -5
Tanin was glad to see Subori. Though she herself wasn’t tired, she had to act as if she had just been satisfied by the daimyo. She uncurled from beside him and grabbed a silken kimono and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders and tied it at the waist. The rich fabric was embroidered with flowers and vines, some real and some paintings. The people could say what they wanted, but the daimyo at least bought nice things for his whores.
Or whore, Tanin thought with a smile.
Orofu cursed them as Tanin strode across the room, and she was careful to avoid his grasps. Even with Subori demanding her attention, the daimyo always wanted to show off his technique in a vain hope to bed the leader of Kusa. With a mental command her clones came in as she and Subori made their exit. Despite their life’s purpose being to fulfill that man’s needs, Tanin still felt sorry for what they had to endure.
“Welcome to the capital, my lady,” Tanin said with a bow. Her hair, unkempt from the service she had just given, was slicked back with one hand when she stood. “I’m surprised to see you here in person. Has something happened in the village?”
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Post by Subori on Nov 10, 2013 10:35:39 GMT -5
| A she breached the entryway, Tanin was pulled forward. A flicker of blue would pass by Tanin, a soft thunk as Subori's stinger sank into the wooden door and then drew it closed behind her. "No, my dear... nothing like that. This has nothing to do with politics. This is more... a personal visit." As she spoke, Subori enveloped Tanin in an embrace. Her tail relaxed behind her, and posed unassumingly behind her right shoulder. With a scorpion-like figure, one always had to assume that there was a subtle threat implied with every action. Certainty, there were those who, when summoned to Subori's office or receiving a visit from her, might assume they were no longer of use and were about to be terminated. "I was never comfortable with this arrangement. I understand the necessity for it, of course. I understand why Kanata set this up, why he brought the feudal lord into the village... why he assigned you the task of keeping an eye on Orofu and manipulating him for the good of the village." Otoko Kanata, the previous village head, had made the decision to absorb the feudal lord's compound into the hidden village so as to protect him, and had assigned Tanin to him without consulting Subori. Granted, he was the village head, and did not need her approval... it still was something she never saw eye to eye with him on. She complained to him often. It had been a year since Kanata had passed. Subori continued with many of the arrangements he had set in place during his reign, but this one in particular always rubbed her the wrong way. She meant to see it be changed, but things such as this took time. "I wanted to let you know that I intend for things to change. I... let us just say that you will have a much different role in the near future. One far less despicable than what you have to deal with now. For what you have undoubtedly suffered through, I will take care of you." At the very least, as she did at this moment, Subori always made sure Tanin was aware of what was undoubtedly mutual dislike for the arrangement. She made sure Tanin knew she was appreciated, and that the arrangement was not one Subori initially supported. "I also wanted to thank you again, for this service. I know it must be difficult." Subori always made sure to sincerely thank Tanin. She drew back from the younger woman, and rose a hand to her shoulder. A sympathetic look, some measure of pity an compassion mixed in, was given to her. A distinctly apologetic look. |
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