Raion awoke gently. The smell of cherry blossom invaded His senses and the texture of fine silken hair was upon His throat. He lay still, eyes still closed as soft hands untied the haorihimo fastening His juban and drew the panels aside. He felt the still chill air brush across His body begging Him to tense but He remained motionless. Gently her hand caressed His chest, fingertips exploring the contours with youthful fascination, idly following the line of scars long faded and seeming to reach deep below the surface of the skin to touch His very soul. The hand slid down His stomach to rest upon His member, not moving just cupping, waiting for the blood to fill Him as she knew it must. Her lips closed on His nipple, the tongue teasing the center into life, then pearl white teeth gripping the hardening nub and she sucking as a child weaning on its parent, taking comfort and strength.
Perhaps yesterday He might have pretended to wake with a start, feign embarrassment to cover hers and rising put distance between them, but today He tarried, lost momentarily in her need to please Him and perhaps more His need for her. It had been too long, too many moons had waxed and waned since He last tasted a woman's love.
A sigh escaped her lips as she felt the shaft in her hand blossom, growing hard and wanting at her touch. Still she supped at His chest but stretched her hand down to touch the spherical carriers of the seed that in time she hoped to feel upon her tongue and perhaps, if allowed, deep in her being. As she caressed His sac she felt the shaft dance, jump with the joy of a stag filled with joy and vigor. She gripped the base between her thumb and forefinger, her tiny hand stretched completely but unable to fully enclose Him. Her stomach rippled with want, her nipples throbbed with need, but she held her rising passion back allowing only for His delight.
Raion allowed His eyes to open slightly, looked upon her face, her cheeks and lips full of color and desire, her hair shimmering like polished ebony in the breaking morning light as she knelt above Him. She was naked, her skin pale and smooth as alabaster, her slim frame seeming without fault of any kind, each contour shaped as if by a sculptors hands. He stretched His right hand upwards to touch her but found it captured in her left hand and pushed back to rest beside His head on the pillow.
"Rest Daimyo. Be still while Your servant sees to Your needs."
Her whispered words had barely escaped her lips before they pressed on His, the tip of her tongue moistening the entry before delving inside to coat His inner mouth in her taste. The kiss was so gentle but had a depth that seemed to purge any remonstration from His mind.
Her attention returned to the swollen shaft in her grasp and tightening her grip at the base she moved the fingertips of her left hand up and down, from top to bottom in a tantalizing dance. Using pads, then nails, then pads again she played as if holding an enchanting new toy, precious beyond expression.
"My Lord perhaps needs some lubricant?"
As if no answer was necessary she passed the tips of her fingers deep between her labia lips before continuing her teasing, pleasing strokes with digits now coated with her warm and viscous fluids.
Raion lay still, barely. Her ministrations were causing His member to swell beyond comfortable to a point where each touch produced an almost electric shock. His mind attempted to understand her adeptness at her art, whilst His body simply craved more and more.
Releasing the base of the shaft she moved her right hand perhaps to halfway between top and bottom before wrapping her thumb and forefinger once more. Gently she pulled down, allowing the mushroom head to totally escape its covering and exposing the sensitive ridge with its ultra-sensitive frenulum. Having again passed her fingertips through her now amply lubricated labia lips Madoka continued her teasing exploration of her prize, but now solely concentrating on the glands.
"But Daimyo you are different. There is no join between your foreskin and shaft."
Madoka held Raion's member fast and leaning forward inspected her discovery.
"There, I see a tiny mark of scar tissue. I think as a boy My Lord was too big for His own skin."
Raion smiled at her humor. He was growing fonder of this girl's ways momentarily. She was the first to notice, or at least comment about the scar and it showed a remarkable eye for detail.
"My Lord must tell His servant how this happened, if He is willing of course. However that conversation can wait for less pertinent times."
As she spoke madoka repositioned herself between Raion's thighs carefully making sure His juban was free enough to allow Him adequate movement. Placing her hands under His knees she gently moved His legs upwards and outwards then ran her tongue from anus to sac and down again.
