[It is an intoxicating, yet mysterious flavor- this as of yet unnamed woman's Shard. At first it is just cold, like ice, like their tongues might just stick together despite the heat of their mouths. But the snowy bite of that initial "coating" hides a great deal to be tasted. The poignant tragedy of a love unrequited for centuries. The scheming in the shadows that had manipulated king and soldier alike. The abyss of such a powerful「sight」and how it gently warped a mind.
That, and the perfectly balanced hints of sweetness, acidity, astringency, bitterness, and umami that one should expect from a fine glass of nihonshu.
A low, husky sound rumbles up Kiritsubo's throat as she feels the head of his cock press up between her thighs, and it turns into a sensual moan as he begins to press inside, the task made all too easy by the slick arousal he had summoned oh so skillfully with the pump of fingers and the suckle of lips. Her hands slip into the demon's hair and through it, welcoming him with a twine of arms around his neck and sharp, darkly painted nails that scratch over shoulders and along the high vertebrae of his spine. One more moment she indulges him in his reward, but then-
She bites, the slightly sharp fangs of a tanuki catching in his bottom lip before she releases him with a husky laugh, rolling her hips upward in offer to swallow every inch she is fed. Wanting to, the hunger still throbbing and urgent in the depths of her belly. But she doesn't question it, not yet. Her kind were a lusty species known in the world of spirits for their high libido. She had never been satisfied with just cumming once. Or twice. Or thrice.]
How do I taste, Sebastian... ?
[She had not yet asked the other shard-bearers she had lain with. They were not the poetic types. Just the good fucking type and the cute, needy type. This one, though... This one, she thinks, might provide a very pretty answer.]
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That, and the perfectly balanced hints of sweetness, acidity, astringency, bitterness, and umami that one should expect from a fine glass of nihonshu.
A low, husky sound rumbles up Kiritsubo's throat as she feels the head of his cock press up between her thighs, and it turns into a sensual moan as he begins to press inside, the task made all too easy by the slick arousal he had summoned oh so skillfully with the pump of fingers and the suckle of lips. Her hands slip into the demon's hair and through it, welcoming him with a twine of arms around his neck and sharp, darkly painted nails that scratch over shoulders and along the high vertebrae of his spine. One more moment she indulges him in his reward, but then-
She bites, the slightly sharp fangs of a tanuki catching in his bottom lip before she releases him with a husky laugh, rolling her hips upward in offer to swallow every inch she is fed. Wanting to, the hunger still throbbing and urgent in the depths of her belly. But she doesn't question it, not yet. Her kind were a lusty species known in the world of spirits for their high libido. She had never been satisfied with just cumming once. Or twice. Or thrice.]
How do I taste, Sebastian... ?
[She had not yet asked the other shard-bearers she had lain with. They were not the poetic types. Just the good fucking type and the cute, needy type. This one, though... This one, she thinks, might provide a very pretty answer.]