Thoughts of caressing the white silk and seeing her mon again clouded Katsumi’s mind as she hurried back to the house she shared with the others and Asahina. Asahina had it. She had given him that small piece of her kimono when he cut it off during their duel three days ago and now kicked herself for doing so. It was so perfect and beautiful; she desperately wanted to see it again. Maybe even hold it again. No, not maybe, she definitely wanted to hold it again. To touch it and to have it. There was not another Spider sigil in all of Rokugan as flawlessly made as that one; with how it played on her mind, she was certain of it. Yanagi had agreed with her, maybe not with words, but his actions proved she was right in coveting such an exquisite piece of cloth. She was free now because he had untied her, and it took hardly any convincing on her part.
Katsumi went in the same way she had left earlier in the evening, through the backdoor. It was the closest entrance to Asahina’s room, which meant she didn’t have to go through the party to get there. This meant she didn’t have to inform Asahina she was going to be looking through his personal effects in order to find the trophy she had given him. If he still had it… That thought had not crossed her mind yet, but now it did. Katsumi’s chest tightened imagining Asahina had thrown it out, imagining she would never see it again.
Katsumi went in the same way she had left earlier in the evening, through the backdoor. It was the closest entrance to Asahina’s room, which meant she didn’t have to go through the party to get there. This meant she didn’t have to inform Asahina she was going to be looking through his personal effects in order to find the trophy she had given him. If he still had it… That thought had not crossed her mind yet, but now it did. Katsumi’s chest tightened imagining Asahina had thrown it out, imagining she would never see it again.
She threw open the shoji wall of Asahina’s room that was facing the backdoor to find his room wasn’t empty… Asahina stood on one side, the back left corner from where Katsumi had entered, and looked to be painting. He was now staring at her, surprise on his face. To Katsumi’s direct right two nude women were in the throes of passion before she had come in unannounced. One stared at her with big frightened eyes, big orange frightened eyes. Katsumi tilted her head; yep, it was Matsu on her back looking at Katsumi upside down. Negisa was on top of Matsu, a rather annoyed expression on her face.
“Don’t mind me,” Katsumi pardoned herself, entered, slid the door close and headed towards Asahina’s items.
“I’ve only just gotten started…” Asahina began. Katsumi knew where this thought was going and didn’t want him to finish the sentence. She just wanted her mon.
“No.” She said brusquely and began riffling through Asahina’s folded clothes.
“Little Sister, when you’re done getting whatever it is you need, I expect you to make up for interrupting our painting.”
Katsumi glanced over her shoulder at Negisa, she was well aware of how Negisa wanted her to make it up to them. There were certain things Negisa said when she meant something different, and there were certain ways she said those things when she wanted something specific. This was one of those times.
“Can I help you with anything?” Asahina broke Katsumi free from Negisa’s wicked smile. “I’m sure we’ve always been fast friends, you could just ask me for something.”
“Asahina, it’s okay,” Negisa assured him, “She has… issues on occasion. We’ll see shortly what she’s looking for.”
Katsumi tossed her hands up after going through the clothes. It wasn’t there. She shuffled through the writing stuff on the table, not there either. That thought that it was gone forever began creeping in again and Katsumi could feel her heart pounding. “Where’s my mon?” She tried not to sound frantic.
“Little Sister,” Negisa cooed, “I assure you if you join us, we will get you your mon.”
It was tempting. Not joining, but the assurance that they would find it for her. Negisa always kept her word, no matter how mundane or on the other side of the spectrum, how terrifying that word was. She wanted that swatch so badly. It was calling to her even now, she just didn’t know where it was and Negisa always had ways of finding things. Ways Katsumi did not always understand.
“I promise.”
***
In Kyuzo’s wildest dreams, he would have never imagined this. During the party, Daigotsu Negisa had hinted she would enjoy staying here instead of going home with everyone else, and Kyuzo had thought he was lucky then. Negisa was gorgeous and she was going to let him paint her in the nude. He had thought Matsu was beautiful but Matsu paled in comparison now. Then Negisa invited Matsu, and Matsu accepted. Nothing could make this night any better. Two beautiful women, naked, twisted around each other and he got to enjoy the show while painting the two of them. Then Daigotsu Katsumi barged in, and at first, he thought things were over, but Negisa brought Katsumi into the fold flawlessly. It was unbelievable.
Katsumi was quickly undressing while Negisa stroked Matsu’s stomach and waited. Kyuzo also waited to see where he could put Katsumi. He had just started, so there was plenty of room to do whatever he wanted. Without a word, as if they had done this before, Katsumi slid into the position Negisa was previously occupying and began fondling and licking Matsu. Negisa ran her fingers down Katsumi’s back, petting her while her other hand moved between Matsu and Katsumi’s legs. Since the two were stacked on top of each other, Kyuzo wasn’t sure whom Negisa was playing with and tried not to think on it too long. He honestly wanted to get this painting done, although it was taking a lot more work to keep his mind on it and not just watch the women entwine themselves with one another.
Still without an idea where to start, Kyuzo allowed himself a few minutes of enjoyment, watching, telling himself it was so he could better paint them. After all, he did have to know all the little details of their bodies in order to portray them in the right manner. Negisa was flawless; from her red-tinted hair to her perfectly shaped legs, she was pristine. Matsu, although beautiful as well and statuesque in shape, carried the brand of the Matsu family on her back, a scar burned into her flesh. Katsumi was a much different story than the other two. She had a much smaller chest, lacked the curviness both Negisa and Matsu had, and was scarred across her torso.
Negisa wrapped her arms around Katsumi, groping her chest and pulling her off Matsu. She nuzzled Katsumi’s neck, whatever she was doing brought a few moans from Katsumi, then Negisa gently pushed Katsumi away. Negisa seemed to be running things, which wasn’t surprising since it was her idea in the first place. She lifted Matsu into a seated position, Negisa between her legs, and kissed her passionately. Meanwhile, Katsumi scooted behind Matsu and cupped her breast; she was planting her lips on Matsu’s shoulder. Matsu switched from kissing Negisa to Katsumi, who Matsu was now also leaning on. Perfect. That was it.
Kyuzo popped back to his painting and began outlining the new scene. Matsu between the Spiders, embraced with Katsumi who was fondling her breasts, and Negisa toying between Matsu’s bent knees. He wanted to keep it as simple as possible, allowing the emotion of the scene to come through without being bogged down by ornate detail. He mixed the colors to get the perfect shade for Matsu’s hair, that chestnut brown, wild and shoulder length. He peeked around the screen noting her eyes were closed, and he decided to leave them that way. Carefully he detailed her body, making sure not to paint over where the other two would be overlapping Matsu. None of their skin color was the same, enough of a difference that it was actually going to make it easier to depict who was where. He continued peeking at the women who were constantly changing position, it didn’t matter how they were joined as long as he could find the specifics he needed, like the color of Matsu’s nipples or the exact curve of Negisa’s thigh.
Negisa was next on his painting, taking up the second largest amount of space. Her hair was mahogany in color, more red than Matsu’s who leaned towards golden yellows in her brown hair. He left it the way it was, tied up into two bobtails. Here he would have Negisa watching Matsu and Katsumi who were locked together in a kiss; she’s not upset, it is enjoyment on her face. This also gave him the ability to paint her hazel eyes; strange in color, green with honey browns. He had noticed them when they were speaking at the party; she was rather close during their conversation about bedroom activities.
There was a series of muffled pleasurable sounds that pulled Kyuzo back to the present. He paused in his work and leaned around the easel. He hadn’t forgotten they were there, but he was painting, which meant he was blocking out distractions. Unfortunately, or fortunately for his painting, that meant the group since he was using them for reference more than entertainment. At least he was, now he ogled the women, tilting his head trying to locate which one, or ones were making the noise. Two were on their back, facing the same way, and one was perched between the two. They had created a kind of chain from pubis to mouth with Matsu covering her mouth at the furthest end. Obviously some of the noise was coming from her.
It was difficult to find where he had left off, was he done with Negisa or had he been interrupted? He studied Matsu and Negisa in his painting, they looked finished to him. Jumping from painting to the flesh incarnations of the two, Kyuzo felt certain it was a perfect replica of each of them. He cleaned off his brush and started on the darkest black he could manage for Katsumi’s hair, leaving it long and flowing. It would be best if her eyes were closed too, Kyuzo determined. She had those mismatched eyes, but he couldn’t remember which one was blue and which one was brown. Kyuzo didn’t want to unveil his painting only to find out he painted the wrong one on the side rendered. Moreover, it added to the feeling; Matsu’s eyes were closed and it only made sense Katsumi’s would be too. She was quickly colored and detailed, Kyuzo making sure to add the feathering of small scars above her petit left breast.
He leaned back looking over the piece, it was impressive if he said so himself. The only thing left was to add some color to offset the negative space around the women. He added some muted kimonos around the floor, lacking in detail so it would not draw the eye from the center. In addition, he lightly shaded the surrounding background, darker near the women and growing lighter as it extended towards the corners of the frame. That was it, there was nothing else Kyuzo could add to make it any better. It may not have been a masterpiece but it was quite lovely. Satisfied, Kyuzo put his painting supplies away and made himself comfortable on the floor so he could unwind while enjoying the view.
Negisa whispered in Katsumi’s ear and beckoned Kyuzo over, that was all the invitation he needed. He was fine watching; it wasn’t his place to insert himself in the middle of their sexual romp. The original intention was to paint Negisa and Matsu, and then Katsumi when she came in, but if they requested him to join, there wasn’t a reason he could conjure up to keep him from joining. Honor be damned, they wanted him to partake of their flesh.
Katsumi shook her head. “Negisa, you promised.”
With an eye roll, Negisa waved at Katsumi as if she was shooing away an annoying fly. “I suppose I did, where is this ‘mon’ of yours?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kyuzo had forgotten all about it between the painting, and the distracting noises and movements over the last hour, “I can go get it.”
He stood and made his way to his set of Topaz armor. It didn’t really surprise him when he felt Katsumi standing right behind him peering around his shoulder still completely in the buff. He pulled her mon out from his hidden stash of trophies, right now only consisting of Daigotsu’s and Shiba’s removed mons, and held it out to her. Quickly Katsumi snatched it from his hands, turning it over before rubbing it against her face and sinking to the floor. While Katsumi clutched at the cloth lovingly, Kyuzo blinked at her a few times wondering if she had forgotten that she had given it to him in the first place. He didn’t even bother posing the question, resigning that he might never understand her.
“Asahina,” Negisa called to him.
Oh yeah, this wasn’t just another odd Daigotsu moment he had been caught up in. Negisa was leaning on her wrist with Matsu behind her, pawing at Negisa’s breasts. Matsu was nibbling on Negisa’s ear, completely caught up in the affair. Kyuzo shuffled towards the two, pulled in by Negisa’s beckoning finger. He began disrobing and Negisa rose to her knees, helping him undress. Before he knew it, her mouth was on him and Kyuzo lost all sense of reasoning. He was swimming in the beauty of Negisa and Matsu and fell quickly to his own desires.
Negisa positioned on her back and Matsu sprawled out on top of her. She was suckling on Negisa’s breasts and tonguing her nipples leaning over Negisa with her hips in the air. Kyuzo ran a hand between the apex of Matsu’s legs, to which Matsu eagerly sunk lower, widening her thighs for him to tickle parts that were more intimate. Kyuzo took this as an offer, lining up behind Matsu and pushed into her sex with one slow movement.
Kyuzo had just begun when his wall flashed open from the backyard again. Another Spider, this one looking to be male, covered from head to toe the way Daigotsu usually was, entered and made a b-line for Katsumi who was still curled up with her mon. Kyuzo had little interest in getting involved, preoccupied with Negisa and Matsu. The Spider took Kyuzo’s blanket, wrapped Katsumi and carried her out of Kyuzo’s room, leaving the door ajar. Kyuzo should have cared more, he knew that somewhere deep inside him, but any concern was quickly thwarted by the breathy groans from one of the girls below him.
Katsumi was quickly undressing while Negisa stroked Matsu’s stomach and waited. Kyuzo also waited to see where he could put Katsumi. He had just started, so there was plenty of room to do whatever he wanted. Without a word, as if they had done this before, Katsumi slid into the position Negisa was previously occupying and began fondling and licking Matsu. Negisa ran her fingers down Katsumi’s back, petting her while her other hand moved between Matsu and Katsumi’s legs. Since the two were stacked on top of each other, Kyuzo wasn’t sure whom Negisa was playing with and tried not to think on it too long. He honestly wanted to get this painting done, although it was taking a lot more work to keep his mind on it and not just watch the women entwine themselves with one another.
Still without an idea where to start, Kyuzo allowed himself a few minutes of enjoyment, watching, telling himself it was so he could better paint them. After all, he did have to know all the little details of their bodies in order to portray them in the right manner. Negisa was flawless; from her red-tinted hair to her perfectly shaped legs, she was pristine. Matsu, although beautiful as well and statuesque in shape, carried the brand of the Matsu family on her back, a scar burned into her flesh. Katsumi was a much different story than the other two. She had a much smaller chest, lacked the curviness both Negisa and Matsu had, and was scarred across her torso.
Negisa wrapped her arms around Katsumi, groping her chest and pulling her off Matsu. She nuzzled Katsumi’s neck, whatever she was doing brought a few moans from Katsumi, then Negisa gently pushed Katsumi away. Negisa seemed to be running things, which wasn’t surprising since it was her idea in the first place. She lifted Matsu into a seated position, Negisa between her legs, and kissed her passionately. Meanwhile, Katsumi scooted behind Matsu and cupped her breast; she was planting her lips on Matsu’s shoulder. Matsu switched from kissing Negisa to Katsumi, who Matsu was now also leaning on. Perfect. That was it.
Kyuzo popped back to his painting and began outlining the new scene. Matsu between the Spiders, embraced with Katsumi who was fondling her breasts, and Negisa toying between Matsu’s bent knees. He wanted to keep it as simple as possible, allowing the emotion of the scene to come through without being bogged down by ornate detail. He mixed the colors to get the perfect shade for Matsu’s hair, that chestnut brown, wild and shoulder length. He peeked around the screen noting her eyes were closed, and he decided to leave them that way. Carefully he detailed her body, making sure not to paint over where the other two would be overlapping Matsu. None of their skin color was the same, enough of a difference that it was actually going to make it easier to depict who was where. He continued peeking at the women who were constantly changing position, it didn’t matter how they were joined as long as he could find the specifics he needed, like the color of Matsu’s nipples or the exact curve of Negisa’s thigh.
Negisa was next on his painting, taking up the second largest amount of space. Her hair was mahogany in color, more red than Matsu’s who leaned towards golden yellows in her brown hair. He left it the way it was, tied up into two bobtails. Here he would have Negisa watching Matsu and Katsumi who were locked together in a kiss; she’s not upset, it is enjoyment on her face. This also gave him the ability to paint her hazel eyes; strange in color, green with honey browns. He had noticed them when they were speaking at the party; she was rather close during their conversation about bedroom activities.
There was a series of muffled pleasurable sounds that pulled Kyuzo back to the present. He paused in his work and leaned around the easel. He hadn’t forgotten they were there, but he was painting, which meant he was blocking out distractions. Unfortunately, or fortunately for his painting, that meant the group since he was using them for reference more than entertainment. At least he was, now he ogled the women, tilting his head trying to locate which one, or ones were making the noise. Two were on their back, facing the same way, and one was perched between the two. They had created a kind of chain from pubis to mouth with Matsu covering her mouth at the furthest end. Obviously some of the noise was coming from her.
It was difficult to find where he had left off, was he done with Negisa or had he been interrupted? He studied Matsu and Negisa in his painting, they looked finished to him. Jumping from painting to the flesh incarnations of the two, Kyuzo felt certain it was a perfect replica of each of them. He cleaned off his brush and started on the darkest black he could manage for Katsumi’s hair, leaving it long and flowing. It would be best if her eyes were closed too, Kyuzo determined. She had those mismatched eyes, but he couldn’t remember which one was blue and which one was brown. Kyuzo didn’t want to unveil his painting only to find out he painted the wrong one on the side rendered. Moreover, it added to the feeling; Matsu’s eyes were closed and it only made sense Katsumi’s would be too. She was quickly colored and detailed, Kyuzo making sure to add the feathering of small scars above her petit left breast.
He leaned back looking over the piece, it was impressive if he said so himself. The only thing left was to add some color to offset the negative space around the women. He added some muted kimonos around the floor, lacking in detail so it would not draw the eye from the center. In addition, he lightly shaded the surrounding background, darker near the women and growing lighter as it extended towards the corners of the frame. That was it, there was nothing else Kyuzo could add to make it any better. It may not have been a masterpiece but it was quite lovely. Satisfied, Kyuzo put his painting supplies away and made himself comfortable on the floor so he could unwind while enjoying the view.
Negisa whispered in Katsumi’s ear and beckoned Kyuzo over, that was all the invitation he needed. He was fine watching; it wasn’t his place to insert himself in the middle of their sexual romp. The original intention was to paint Negisa and Matsu, and then Katsumi when she came in, but if they requested him to join, there wasn’t a reason he could conjure up to keep him from joining. Honor be damned, they wanted him to partake of their flesh.
Katsumi shook her head. “Negisa, you promised.”
With an eye roll, Negisa waved at Katsumi as if she was shooing away an annoying fly. “I suppose I did, where is this ‘mon’ of yours?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kyuzo had forgotten all about it between the painting, and the distracting noises and movements over the last hour, “I can go get it.”
He stood and made his way to his set of Topaz armor. It didn’t really surprise him when he felt Katsumi standing right behind him peering around his shoulder still completely in the buff. He pulled her mon out from his hidden stash of trophies, right now only consisting of Daigotsu’s and Shiba’s removed mons, and held it out to her. Quickly Katsumi snatched it from his hands, turning it over before rubbing it against her face and sinking to the floor. While Katsumi clutched at the cloth lovingly, Kyuzo blinked at her a few times wondering if she had forgotten that she had given it to him in the first place. He didn’t even bother posing the question, resigning that he might never understand her.
“Asahina,” Negisa called to him.
Oh yeah, this wasn’t just another odd Daigotsu moment he had been caught up in. Negisa was leaning on her wrist with Matsu behind her, pawing at Negisa’s breasts. Matsu was nibbling on Negisa’s ear, completely caught up in the affair. Kyuzo shuffled towards the two, pulled in by Negisa’s beckoning finger. He began disrobing and Negisa rose to her knees, helping him undress. Before he knew it, her mouth was on him and Kyuzo lost all sense of reasoning. He was swimming in the beauty of Negisa and Matsu and fell quickly to his own desires.
Negisa positioned on her back and Matsu sprawled out on top of her. She was suckling on Negisa’s breasts and tonguing her nipples leaning over Negisa with her hips in the air. Kyuzo ran a hand between the apex of Matsu’s legs, to which Matsu eagerly sunk lower, widening her thighs for him to tickle parts that were more intimate. Kyuzo took this as an offer, lining up behind Matsu and pushed into her sex with one slow movement.
Kyuzo had just begun when his wall flashed open from the backyard again. Another Spider, this one looking to be male, covered from head to toe the way Daigotsu usually was, entered and made a b-line for Katsumi who was still curled up with her mon. Kyuzo had little interest in getting involved, preoccupied with Negisa and Matsu. The Spider took Kyuzo’s blanket, wrapped Katsumi and carried her out of Kyuzo’s room, leaving the door ajar. Kyuzo should have cared more, he knew that somewhere deep inside him, but any concern was quickly thwarted by the breathy groans from one of the girls below him.
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