A Musical Tryst [M?]

Kitsuki would find her arm looped around that of her latest acquaintance. What had been a split second decision was quickly escalating into something more. She hadn't been prepared for him to so boldly take her hand and lead her to the shipyards. In front of Kiri's elite no less! It would undoubtedly cause a swirl of rumors and scandal. She could imagine the tabloids now: Kit & Gyo: The Angel of the Isles spotted with the Demon of Haute Couture! If the press began to link them together, there was no telling what sort of political turbulence it might stir up. On one hand, it might cause the Kumo refugee population to feel more at ease in Kiri. On the other hand, it would infuriate Nationalists who had spilled blood for the Empire. Either way, it meant more meetings, more press conferences and perhaps an interview or two. She'd deny it all of course but it would be necessary for her to seem transparent. Kitsuki tried to clear her mind of those excess thoughts. For once she wanted to enjoy herself. Especially on this night. It had been an impulsive decision to ask for a tour at this hour, but it was one she had made by herself and for herself. Her father was right. She had done nothing but give herself to Kiri fully. But what about her needs? What about her desires? The tiara of the Princess was heavy on her head and it would be nice if someone could let her set it aside for a minute. The illustrious Osho seemed eager to take up the task.

Since leaving the Red Heresy, Gyo might notice that Kit was more soft-spoken. Her behavior was demure. Not quite submissive but willing to let him take the lead in both conversation and direction. Without Zizz, Kitsuki found herself less stiff with an overriding sense of justice. The power of the Angel still resided in her, but its influence was dampened. She felt more like her regular old self than she had in years. She was cleaved to the taller man and he'd feel the soft weight of her afro resting against his shoulder. She allowed herself to be led by him as they walked along the village's impressive shipyard. The nation's mighty port was the stuff of legend but it was the shipyard where all the magic happened. Workers toiled ceaselessly building the mighty imperial fleet. Merchants rented out whole swathes of the area to add more boats to their holdings. He must have done very well for himself since coming here. Even the richest of merchants have a hard time securing a place in the shipyard. Eventually, the pair came to Gyo's lot.

Each of the ships had their own beauty about them but the one she had chosen was gorgeous. Kit's brown eyes widened as they drew near. It was the perfect place to host a party and maybe even to get to know this former musician a bit better.

"Lead the way" Kitsuki replied sweetly as Gyo ushered her to his private yacht. It was everything that she had dreamed and more. The boat came with all of the standard luxuries she had become used to as a wealthy heiress and political leader. She'd watch as he painted a delightful vision of the setup. Clearly the man had experience throwing extravagant parties. Kitsuki was no stranger to social life, but the events she had hosted as Princess were decisively more formal. This, however, was supposed to be a chance for the Kage of the world to relax and get to know one another. Best to let him do the organizing and hosting.... Kit decided. She'd have her hands full with other matters while on O'uzu Island anyways. She nodded in agreement as he spoke of the amenities the yacht offered but when he mentioned the "hot tub" and "after party events" Kit's blush returned with a vengeance. As they neared the stairs, she made a split second decision to go in the opposite direction of the hot tub. It wasn't as private as the indoor spaces of the lower deck and it made it her far less nervous than the thought of them naked in a heated tub together.

"Oh I bet you'd like that Osho" Kit said, in a tone dripping with playful sarcasm. She wasn't well-informed about the details of his private life but she did know he was a rockstar and a pop culture icon in his home country. Even a lady of high etiquette such as herself knew what men tended to do when afforded money, power and the obsessive love of thousands of young women.

Kit took his hand and led him down the stairs seeking to avoid what was increasingly becoming a rather intimate encounter. When Kit arrived at the next floor, she was shocked to discover a hallway of luxurious suites. Each room was more opulent than the last and the sight of the pristine beds made her heart thump faster than the thought of sharing a hot tub. Kitsuki was essentially flying blind at this point. She was running on two competing instincts. One instinct, rooted in a more intimate part of her body, told her to pull Gyo into one of the cabins and show her what she had been missing out on after all these years of stoic leadership. Another instinct, residing behind her beautiful brown eyes and honed at the finest private school in the world, told her to complete the tour and bid him goodnight.

The carnal instinct won out.

Kitsuki aimlessly walked into one of the suites. Her fingers were still interlaced with Gyo's as she happened upon an inordinately spacious bedroom, complete with private bath, love couch and a king-sized bed. Thousand thread count sheets.... Kit surmised. She could tell just by the finish and quality. She had slept in one before, but certainly not with another man. In her indecisive haste, she had wandered into what appeared to be the master bedroom. Once inside, Kit would sit at the ottomon couch placed at the center foot of the bed. She pulled Gyo next to her, but beyond that she found herself playing with the curls of her hair and looking anywhere but at her handsome tour guide. "You have a very beautiful yacht." Kit said breathlessly. At this point, she couldn't hide the fact that she was now breathing in and out at an accelerated pace. "I think it will serve our purposes nicely." Kit said still running her fingers through the ends of her afro curls and not looking at Gyo.

What the hell am I even doing here?! You could have just turned back around! Kit thought.

Gyo's further elaboration on the furnishings of the yacht was a welcome respite. It forced her mind to focus on something other than the fact that she was now in close quarters with a heavily experienced playboy. It helped that the subject matter was of interest to her. She was a royal at heart and she had a deep appreciation for the finer things in life. Whatever became of them, Kit would need his eye when it came to decorating her place. He had a knack for finding or making the most rare and artful pieces of decor. And he had a penchant for matching them to any room the mind could conceive. It was a rather remarkable talent actually.

Gyo's words made her a tad less nervous by the time they sat together on the couch. As he caressed her hand, she leaned further into him. Unlike at the Red Hersey, Kitsuki now had no reason to remain a respectable distance from her crush. She snuggled closer to his body, feeling his warmth and addictive scent. She had not missed the emphasis on the word purposes and she couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at the thought. As she felt his touch on her arm, the desirous instinct within her grew.  And when he asked her if she was a musician, she bit her lip and nodded. "In a different life with less responsibilities, that's all I would have done. I love music." Kitsuki said. She looked at the "LOVE" and "BULLET" Kanji that were inexplicably housed in his eyes. She wondered how someone who loved music as much as she did could set that aside for the life of a shinobi? It was obvious he did not share her altruistic and self-sacrificing Nindo so why would he give up a lucrative and successful career? The War....the one we started. Kit thought. Kumogakure had been outnumbered during the Great War and it would make sense that they'd reach for conscripts wherever they could find them. The possibility that her nation was the reason for the death of his career was a glum thought, but one that she consciously decided to set aside. Kit had a lot of thoughts about Gyo, but the one thing she was beginning to realize was that he did not do anything that he did not want to to do. If he had stopped being Osho it was because he wanted to stop being Osho.

Kitsuki watched in astonishment as he used chakra strings to create an improvised instrument. His style of play was deft and impeccable. Even playing in such a casual and intimate setting, every note was perfectly on-key and expertly timed. He has such a maycare attitude but his music is perfectionist. Kit was a high connoisseur of music. She had been trained classically and contemporaneously by one of the best conductors in the world. She had played the piano in front of thousands in the lead-up to the previous Chuunin Exams. While she did not have the time to pursue her music career, she had a keen ear for it and what she heard from Gyo was much more high-brow than what she expected. Pop stars could be great musicians, but Gyo was beyond that. He was a true virtuoso. When he asked her to play, she shook her head vigorously. "No I couldn't. You're much better....I'm more of a piano and flute player....I want to hear you play some more" she requested. Kitsuki wasn't usually shy about playing instruments, but playing one that she was unfamiliar with in front of him was mortifying. If he acceded to her request, she'd just snuggle close to him and listen to the beautiful notes he played. Kitsuki wasn't a sapiosexual or anything obnoxious like that, but she was a sophisticated girl. She found that she needed more than pectorals, lovely hair, strong jawlines and height to turn her on. It was the way a man moved, the way he spoke, what he could do with his hands, voice and mind that awakened her sexuality. As Gyo serenaded her, Kitsuki was beginning to feel a bit embarrassed that such a cliche tactic worked on her. But after awhile, she stuffed those feelings away. She was a musician at heart and if there was one thing that made her excited above all else, it was a gentleman that could play. If Gyo continued, Kit would cross her legs and try to contain the lust that steadily gained ground.  It built up until it culminated in another impulsive decision. Kitsuki leaned into him and planted the softest of pecks on his neck. An act that she perceived as so scandalous that it immediately caused her to explode with embarrassment. She withdrew and placed her free hand over her forehead and face not even wanting to acknowledge what she had just done.

What the hell was that?!

It seemed that Gyo could read her vibe better than almost anyone she had met in recent memory. The unstated question of his career must have rang a little louder than she'd intended, but she was glad that it did. Gyo gave her a bit of insight into what it was like achieving that one-in-a-million shot of being a famous musician. From the way he spoke, she surmised that it consisted of being pulled in many different directions. The tension was between staying true to one's art and personality while having to fulfill the countless fantasized versions of yourself that fans created. She picked up on precisely what he meant by "playing the hits." From the way he played and sang, she sensed that there was far more to him than the same standard chords and lyric permutations that tended to dominate popular music. Unfortunately, that side of him wasn't necessarily the one that sold out concerts.

As she listened to him play, she felt privileged to get to see this side of Osho. How many fans, producers and collaborators had seen this side of him? A dozen? A handful? Kit found herself feeling oddly possessive over the idea. I don't want him to play like this for anyone else...No one deserves it except me. If Zizz were on her shoulder, she'd have chastised her for thinking in such selfish terms. But she couldn't help it. It felt wrong that he should give this part of himself to anyone but her.

It helped that Gyo's story was one that she could relate to. As a leader, she had to balance so many competing interests. What she wanted for herself constrasted with others expectations of her. What was best for the world verses what was best for her country. What was just and what was politically expedient. It was a difficult balancing act and one that she was still figuring out. When he mentioned that he'd like to hear her play, Kitsuki responded with a playful smile. "I'll need to find some inspiration first."

It was a bit of a fib. She had memorized so many classical and contemporary pieces she could play for hours. In fact, she considered herself to be one of the best virtuosos in her region when it came to playing the piano. If she wanted to play, she certainly could. But she didn't want to just play anything for him. She found herself yearning to do something special and she wasn't sure that she could under the present circumstances. The weight of her responsibilities had put a chain on her sense of musical wonder. The regrets of the past and the worries of the future were crushing her creativity in ways that she'd have never thought possible. It had been too long since she had let her soul sing with music, but as Gyo played she could feel her inner voice returning. She wasn't ready to play a piece for him just yet, but maybe soon.

After planting her kiss, Kit had been too afraid to see Gyo's reaction. She did notice that he kept playing though. The man had not missed a single beat. That's a good sign right? He doesn't think I'm weird? Kitsuki heard the ascending notes and just as she moved her hand a way to glance at him, she felt his body lean in towards her. His fingers had found purchase on her chin before gently pulling her into a sensual kiss. At first, the Princess was surprised. Her body stiffened against his form. She did not push against him or break the kiss, but it would be painfully obvious just how nervous and inexperienced the girl was. She wasn't sure how to move her lips, whether to close her eyes or keep them open, whether to throw her arms around his neck or keep them at her sides. Don't overthink it! Kit told herself but the minute the thought crossed her mind, it was over.

Kitsuki found herself looking up at him like he was an Angel from heaven. It was a fantasy that could not have been farther from the truth. She stared into his eyes as he confessed his boldness. "Its okay...I don't mind" she whispered back. "Maybe that's something you can teach me?" Kitsuki bit her lip and slowly snaked her arms around his neck so that her elbows lightly rested on his shoulders in the classical romantic embrace. They were so close that she could feel his heartbeat which unsurprisingly, was a few beats per minute slower than her own. He was more experienced than her, but that was fine. If she were to receive a proper education, it should be by the touch of a seasoned lover. How ever he chose to give his tuition, she'd receive it. For as Osho might soon discover, Kit had been a devoted and eager student before she had been a Princess.

Like many of her past mentors, Gyo was a gracious teacher. He could sense her apprehension, but did not prey on it. A fact that she was appreciative of considering how defenseless she felt without Zizz. When he mentioned that he had been a teacher in the past, Kit smiled and laughed. They were most certainly not speaking of the kind of instruction that most genin received in the Academy. As he took her hand and explained, Kit raised an eyebrow in confusion. It was only when he demonstrated, that she understood.

He went in for the kiss again and this time, she didn't stiffen. She allowed his tongue to explore her mouth and in time, she returned the favor. Kitsuki felt her body come alive as she pressed against him once more. This time she became intimately aware of how her breasts grazed against his chest. Her hands, once limp and constrained to her sides, now reached out to touch him. They roamed across his body taking in every inch of his chiseled frame. While her hands did as her teacher instructed, Kitsuki would feel a bit of disappointment as Gyo broke the kiss. Hey! I was rather enjoying th-


Oh.
"Oh."

The word escaped her lips involuntarily as Gyo's kisses trailed down the side of her neck. She had never been kissed so intimately before. Well, she had never been kissed at all, but this kind of affection had previously been reserved for the most salacious of nocturnal fantasies. Now it was actually happening to her. She loved it. Kit bit her lip as Gyo continued to lick and nip at her neck. She leaned in and allowed him full access. The foreplay was teasing and it only served to frustrate her further. She wanted to escalate but the vestiges of propriety and modesty kept her from loosening the straps on her dress. She couldn't find the courage to do it, but maybe her teacher would?

"You can go lower if you want..." Kit whispered.

As he worked the nape of her neck, Kitsuki's hands moved to his chest. If you want something...reach out and touch it. she repeated the words in her mind. Kitsuki worked up the nerve to rub his muscles and eventually, her fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt. Instinctually, she undid a couple of them only pausing to gauge his reaction.

Kitsuki noticed the delicate touch that Gyo used on her skin. His lips, teeth and tongue were so gentle it was as if he was afraid she might break. Perhaps he was not aware, but Kit was no china doll. She did not break easily. And though he could have been a bit rougher with her, Kit thought his love-bites were sweet. He's really respectful... He did not handle her like one of the many common women he must have lay way with throughout his lifetime. He treated her like she was special. Like she was more than a Princess. I am more than a Princess....I'm an Angel. Kit told herself.

Kitsuki bit her lip and allowed him to remove the upper part of her dress. She found herself giggling, adding her voice to his own mirth. Part of her considered stopping him and retracting her earlier invitation. It was too embarrassing. Too stimulating. Too scandalous. But another part of her, the part that relished the feel of his tongue against her breast kept those thoughts at bay once more. The straps of her elegant evening attire fell down her shoulders and the top half now fully exposed her bosom. Kitsuki's hands fell to Gyo's hair and she cradled his head in her hands as he continued to worship her. The man's golden curls were immaculate and they held some texture to them. She sank her fingers deep into his hair and let out a soft moan, shifting her body directly into his face as he continued to play her like an instrument. "Mhm." She'd murmur to herself as she lifted her leg and placed her foot on the edge of the ottoman. It kept the length of her dress from falling. She wanted to give the kneeling Gyo even better access to her thigh and the space just a few inches above. Her sex was already wet with desire and she found herself coming back to Earth only when Gyo spoke directly to her.

Kitsuki blinked as she heard the words. She looked away from him and smiled, unable to believe that someone would pay her such a direct and bold compliment. Normally, she'd be dismissive of such flattery. But this truth was punctuated by the slick of his spit on her body. She had never gone this far with a man before and though she often chalked it up to her responsibility as leader of Kirigakure, a part of her worried that the issue ran deeper than her sense of duty. She had often lay in bed thinking that she was undesirable. Even though she understood aesthetics well enough to know that couldn't be the case, it was a fear that had haunted her since she was a genin. But now that she finally heard words of adoration from the man of her literal dreams, she felt at ease. Even better, she felt desired.

Kit forced herself to look back at him and an angelic devilish smile crossed her lips. She took her foot off the ottoman couch and took a step back from him. Depriving him of the sole object of his veneration. "Is that so? You haven't even seen all of me yet..." Once given a pace's distance from her lover, Kitsuki would begin to slip out of her dress completely. With a bit of a shimmy, the clothes fell to her ankles. She stepped out of the them, taking off her heels as she did so. Kitsuki now stood before Gyo almost completely naked save for her royal blue panties. Feeling confident as a result of his attention, she twirled. She licked her lips and showed off the form that he had admired so intensely. Gyo might notice that despite stories of her prodigious strength and power, Kit was a petite young woman. Her form was soft and there were only hints of toned musculature around her body. It was the body of a socialite who regularly went to the gym, but beyond that couldn't lift anything more than her own body weight. When she turned around and gave him a lovely view of her backside, he'd notice her greatest secret yet. A tattoo that ran from the base of her neck and shoulders, down her back and terminating just before her ass. The Kame no Ko depicted lotus flowers, the powerful image of an oriental dragon and above it all, an angel cloaked in majestic storm clouds. The mural had been selected by a shy and timid teenager who was only trying to follow in her older sister's footsteps, but now, it was a prophetic piece of art that told Kit's story. Very few knew the extent of the backpiece. It was covered by the aristocratic military uniforms she often wore in her official capacity as a Princess or by her Quantum Meruit Armour which she wore in battle. Even the evening dress she wore had covered up most of it.

Gyo's encouragement had given her the courage to show if off and once she had given him a nice view, she reached out and grabbed him by his shirt. She gently pulled him to a standing position so that he towered above her once again. Once she had him where she wanted him, she removed his shirt entirely letting it join her dress on the ground. It was time to show her teacher what she had learned. Consumed by a vengeful lust of her own and now granted full access to his chest, she bent over and ran her tongue up and down his abdominals and pectorals. She wasn't sure why, but she had an innate need to paint him with her essence. It seemed a crime against beauty to leave such a statue without its gloss. Gyo must have felt the same about her which meant they shared the same aesthetic taste. Delicious. Unfortunately, Kitsuki wasn't satisfied with tasting him. Even if the chemist might find it pleasurable, her art felt incomplete. She remembered how careful he had been when it came to blessing her skin with his teeth and while she wanted to mimic his touch, she knew she couldn't. So she would add a bit of her own unique flair. After a few long laps, Kitsuki began to bite Gyo. She didn't restrain herself like he had her. She knew that his profile was not as high as her's nor was he shackled by antiquated views of sexuality and propriety. He was free of aristocratic expectations and that meant he could bear her mark without shame. The Princess would begin close to his groin and work her way towards his chest. She looked up at him every now and again, searching his eyes for permission to continue. If he wanted her to stop then she would, albeit with something of a spoiled pout. If permitted to continue, she'd bite hard enough to leave a mark. She found his flesh soft but surprisingly unyielding. He was tough. Maybe not as tough as she was, but tough enough to take what she saw fit to deliver. Kitsuki finished her sea of love-bites with a final graze of his nipple, going as far as to pull it just a hair before letting go.

She paused and stood up straight to admire her handiwork. Kitsuki smirked at him with a strangely alien confidence. Now every time he paused to admire himself in the mirror (which she knew he would, vain egoist that he was) he'd remember this night. If he ever aimed to lay with another woman, they'd know who he belonged to and what she had done. It was a rather petty form of possessiveness for someone as sweet as Kitsuki, but she was her teacher's student and it seemed like the kind of thing Gyo would do. Kitsuki leaned up towards him, balancing herself artfully on one leg as she lifted the other and pressed her tits against his well-worked chest.

"How's that for dedication?" she whispered into his ear. She'd allow him his reply before pressing her mouth against his own. A passionate round of making out would commence, except this time her hands would roam lower than before. Settling on his crouch and searching for that final bit of evidence. The unmistakable sign that his earlier words were true.

Kitsuki's brown eyes beamed with pride as her teacher complimented her work. She wasn't sure how the man would take it when she started, but the slight gasps of surprise and pleasure followed by his affirming words told her all she needed to know. He was proud. Kit had always strived to be a model student. Whether it be the virtues of altruism, the rigor of combat or the complexities of music theory, Kit had loved learning and pushing herself to meet high expectations. Now she was expanding her palate to a new domain: the pleasures of the flesh.

Kit could only nod as Gyo commented that she was not as innocent as one would assume. She had bottled up her lust and desire for so long that it was only fair its release would prove explosive. And yet, she had a feeling they were just getting started. She felt she could burst with excitement as Gyo softly licked her ear. He remarked positively on her art causing her to blush. "A student is only as good as her teacher" she whispered in reply. The two were locked in another embrace of passion. She explored his mouth, getting well-acquainted with the rhythm and intensity of his kiss. Kitsuki noticed that everything Gyo did had a certain melody to it. A cadence. Even at his most aggressive, she could feel the intentionality behind his actions. As his decisively feminine briefs came off, Kitsuki made skin-to-skin contact with something that was decisively not feminine. What kind of man was so certain of his masculinity that he wore hot pink underwear? Kit soon found out. She broke the kiss long enough to take a peek down to confirm what her hand was feeling. She saw Gyo's hardened member in her fingers. It was a bit scary as she had never seen a live hard cock before. She had pleased herself to romance novels rather than hardcore pornography so the sight was new, strange and incredibly arousing. Kit had no experience with which to compare Gyo, but even she could surmise that they likely lacked the aesthetics he possessed. Well-groomed blonde hair, perfectly natural and a size that felt just right for anywhere she might want to put it. More than enough to please.....with the excess inch or two to push her limits.

Kitsuki licked her lips again and immediately returned to her task of snogging Osho's face. Kit gently stroked her lover's cock as they kissed. She didn't know what she was doing, but she had read enough to know the basics. Just be firm...not too firm but confident. She let her thumb brush against the underside of its head. Her movements were clumsy and awkward compared to Gyo's touch though. Kit's womanhood ached with need as Gyo worked his way past her underwear. She opened her legs a bit further, letting him know he had the right of full access to her body. The Princess wanted to paint those manicured fingers of his with her wetness. But she couldn't do it if he stopped at her waistband. Kitsuki ceased her substandard handjob and hooked her thumb on the edge of her panties. She pulled them down and guided his hand to where she needed him most. If Gyo continued to toy with her most sensitive spots, her breathing would rapidly increase as would her arousal. It would reach such an intensity that Kit's own attempts to please him would grow haphazard and soon she'd stop trying altogether. "Oh shit" She'd break the kiss to say, uttering the words directly into his mouth before returning her tongue to it. Another break. "Don't stop.... right there." Kit's hand would guide Gyo's holding onto his wrist with a tight grip. She didn't know how he was doing what he was doing, but she didn't want him to stop.

There was no altruism. No honor. No higher purpose. Nothing except Gyo's fingers and the love it made to Kit's body. The Princess found herself more out of breath than she had ever been in her life. The days long workouts building her strength and constitution felt mild compared to the way Gyo's fingertips felt on her clit and his tongue in her mouth. Just when she mewed for more, he denied her. He stopped. Kitsuki felt like an addict whose last syringe broke and true to the deviant's expectations, she expressed her surprised. What? What did I- Kit didn't have time to complete the thought. Before she could, Gyo was back on his knees. In the initial foreplay, he had given care to her breasts and naked body but this time his objective was something much more intimate. Kitsuki wanted to stop Gyo, to force his hands back to her sex but by now she trusted him. He knew what was best. He had brought her to the edge of a pleasure she'd never known. If all that was required was further patience then she'd endure.

She bit her lip as she felt his tongue on her navel. Once it trailed lower, she gripped his hair tightly in a fit of anxiety. "What are you doing?" Kitsuki asked. A hint of fear and trepidation in her voice. He stopped suddenly and she contemplated brushing him away. She could sense his intentions and the modesty that remained in her wanted to resist. It was too vulgar. Too extreme. Not befitting a Princess of the Isles. She opened her mouth to protest but when his tongue touched her, she could only moan in submission. Gyokusho would feel a fierce grip on his hair, probably stronger than any he'd ever felt. It wasn't Kit's intention to distract him, but she never knew what it felt to have someone taste her. The passion with which he worked made her blush and cry out in a mixture of pleasure and surrender. He was teasing her, or perhaps testing her? He was not using the full dexterity and length which she knew his mouth capable of. Kit permitted it at first, allowing him to show her the proper way a lover was to greet his lady. She tried to control her breathing and exercise restraint even as the occasional gasp and mewl escaped her lips. But at a certain point, Kitsuki could no longer control what Gyo had wrought inside her. After several engagements of teasing and licking, Kitsuki lifted her leg slightly and pressed him forward. The only word she could manage was a soft: "Please."

Gyo knew exactly what to do. He was experienced and his level of precision was beyond what Kit could conjure on her own without the help of Zizz. If he was feeling merciful, he'd grant Kitsuki the sweet release that she was now begging for. Once Gyo indulged her, he'd be the first to see this side of Kit. The lash of his tongue against her clit and insides would send signals rocketing through her mind and body. She'd twitch and convulse as she'd feel a rolling orgasm crush what little sense of propriety she retained.

"Fuck!" Kitsuki screamed.

It was a horrifyingly rude and common word. For it to come from the mouth of a Lady of the WASP was a scandal in of itself. The fact that it was elicited due to carnality was an even bigger sin. Kitsuki didn't care. All she cared about was wringing every ounce of pleasure from the act. She practically grinded herself onto Gyo as she came. The proof of her arousal was not excessive but it would be enough to drench her lover's mouth, chin and shoulders. It was a sweet and feminine aroma but the intensity was new even to Kit. Fortunately, she was too engrossed in bliss to care about the mess she had made of her fellow musician. After the crescendo, Gyo would find that the Princess was unsteady on her feet and taken to an occasional spasm. Once she was finally done, Kit's legs would give out from under her. She'd fall to her knees right in front of him and collapse into his arms. She had cum several times before. Always at her own hands and always in her own company. But this was different, she had never climaxed this hard and with such emotional intensity. The only thing more awe-inspiring than the pleasure was the oppressive sense of shame and vulnerability. Whilst Gyo might still very much be horny, Kit was too preoccupied with her own emotions to care. It wasn't that the young woman was a selfish lover, but rather this was all so new to her. She wrapped her arms around around him and buried her face in her shoulder. He might even notice the tears streaming from her eyes. Tears of joy, sadness, and overwhelming exhaustion. There was some semblance of discipline in her. A part of her that didn't want to totally succumb to animalistic pleasure. She couldn't let him see her cry but ultimately it was too late. The sobs crept in even as she stifled them.

"I didn't know." She whispered. She couldn't bear to say more but Osho likely knew well enough to catch the rest.

I didn't know someone could make me feel this good.