“That was some years ago now,” Win said, “some years indeed. And my master did not have such a taste for Otara saké back in those days. Now, he spends his evenings out here or on the balcony above, drinking and thinking, and his sword, his armor, and his naginata gather rust, or would if I did not oil and sharpen them regularly.”
“Win thinks I have let myself run to seed,” Toshiro explained to Cara and I with a smile, picking up his cup, “and I suppose I have to some degree. But what is retirement for if not to enjoy some pleasures?” Here he glared as Win, and his eyes flashed. “And I have not entirely given up my old talents, as well he knows!”
Cara and I both laughed, and I stood up, stretching, enjoying the feeling of the cool air on my skin as my shoulders and back cracked. I’d been sitting down too long. The dusk had turned to evening and then to true night while we had talked. From behind us, all was quiet in the house.
“Well,” I said, “if it’s not rude to suggest it, I think I’ll go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
“Of course,” Toshiro said. “And I think there is a cup or two of this fine saké left in the bottle, so I will just finish this off and listen to the song of the night insects.”
He hefted the bottle with a mischievous look at the disapproving expression on Win’s face. Cara stood as well, smiling at me. We said our goodnights to the old pair. Toshiro smiled, bowed, and said goodnight. Win wished us a goodnight as well, then turned his steely eye on his master again.
Cara and I walked back up to the house. As we stepped into the main hall, I glanced back, taking in the scene. Then I realized that most of their argumentativeness was for show.
In the light of the yellow lanterns, I saw that Win had taken the seat which I had vacated. He was pouring from the bottle, one for himself and one for Toshiro. There was the sound of low voices, and then the clink of two ceramic mugs as the old warriors raised a toast to each other. They both leaned back in their chairs in silence, looking out into the night.
Cara and I returned to our quarters, neither of us speaking but both very eager to be alone again. By the time we were inside the private chamber, my heart was racing, as though I was about to bed a woman for the very first time.
“The night is still young,” I said as I slid the door closed and turned to face Cara. “We were doing something before, weren’t we? I seem to recall your lips on mine, and my hands about your waist.”
Cara’s lips upturned into a sexy smile. “Oh, is that what we were doing? I’d almost forgotten. Shall we resume?”
I laughed as I took her in my arms. Our lips met in a gentle, exploratory kiss which quickly became firm. She let out a soft moan as I pressed a hand to the small of her back, feeling her muscles under my hand. Her hands came up to touch my face and neck, and her mouth was all over mine, kissing me hungrily. When we came up for air, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. She felt as light as a feather and she laughed breathlessly as I carried her over to the sleeping mat and laid her down on it.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and pushed back the light fabric of the green dress. It slipped up the smooth surface of her long legs, past her full buttocks and then bunched in my hands at the small of her back. She groaned and opened her legs to me as she pulled the dress up and over her head, discarding it and throwing her head back as I dropped my head between her legs.
She was soaking wet and ready for me. My tongue found the center of her pleasure and worked it expertly, the sharp, clean taste of her filling my senses. Her hands were running through my hair. I wrapped my arms around her hips and moved with her as she rocked back and forth.
At some point, I turned part of my attention to the Persona I was wearing. To my satisfaction, it only took the slightest effort to make the entire outfit fade away. I was naked, working Cara to ecstasy with my tongue. Suddenly she bucked against me, and I felt her climax.
I reared up, rock hard, and she sat up and lunged forward to pull me into her mouth. Aside from the prohibition on relations between war leaders, the people of Saxe were not prudish about sex, and there were plenty of women who were eager to take their pleasure with a warrior like me. So, I was no stranger to hot sex with Saxen women, but Cara’s instinct for using her mouth was better than anything I’d experienced before. She worked my shaft with her tongue, her lips, and her hands, and the waves of pleasure rolled through me.
“Now, now, I need you inside me, Leo,” she panted, looking up at me with her lips just inches from my cock. She held my eyes for a moment, then turned around and got on her hands and knees in front of me, her legs spread wide and her glistening sex inviting me in.
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