Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
Tamonten -> Tomoe
Tamonten's cheeks burned as the miko spoke of her...condition. The swordswoman still wasn't sure what had possessed her to do all that. How had she gone from being apologetic for what she had to do during the fight to butt-fucking a shrine maiden? It was a little hard for the pale-skinned woman to admit that she had enjoyed the act, let alone to figure out how to even try to make amends for it. The matter wasn't helped by fond memories of the taste of the eastern warrior's essence. If she wasn't careful, Tamonten feared that she might become addicted to that sort of thing. The demonic girl cleared her throat, feeling increasingly awkward about the whole situation. "Er, yes, let's take a dip. I'll help you wash until you get some energy back."
Despite any discomfort at the idea, the pale-skinned woman stepped forward into the water, Tomoe still in her arms. Tamonten dipped one foot in to acclimate herself at first and, after finding that the spring was wonderfully hot, stepped in. The heat was incredibly relaxing for the possessed swordswoman's muscles. A few stone benches seemed to dot the floors of the steamy onsen, perfect for sitting. Picking one near the edge of the water, closer to the privacy offering trees, the taller woman made her way towards it. When she had reached the seat, Tamonten began to lower the shapely woman into the pool, though she slowed the process to allow Tomoe to get accustomed to the heat. After the eastern woman was in the water, the swordswoman carefully placed her former opponent on the edge of one of the stones. The manacled girl straddled the bench to sit behind the miko. Without much warning, Tamonten began to rub the easterner's back with her hands, attempting to clean away some of the filth, mostly sweat, partially because she wasn't sure how to go about helping the woman she just violated clean her more sensitive areas yet. "I'll, er, try to keep it platonic this time," the would-be weaponmaster spoke up nervously.
Tamonten -> Auralice, Enigma
(A different time from the Tomoe visit!)
After some time spent walking the mostly naked Enigma around, all the while sporting her own frilly maid outfit, Tamonten's mistress had apparently chosen to partake in the local hot springs. As the naga's travel plans rapidly changed, so too did her feelings towards the elf and the human's clothing situation. Quickly stripped naked by Auralice, the pale swordswoman could only gasp and try to cover her nudity sheepishly, a task that became much harder when the half-breed snakewoman dragged her into the onsen. One that became much less appealing to the woman as her perky breasts were groped by her mistress, as well. As the serpent-tailed woman toyed with her chest, the enthralled woman began to cuddle into her mistress's embrace, quickly forgetting that she was in a somewhat public area and about the potential for spectators. When Auralice offered a statement that could have been construed as praise, the possessed human began to rub her body against the naga, proud to have pleased her mistress and eager to continue doing so.
How could she have ever doubted that her mistress knew best? The swordswoman would have smacked herself for her doubt if she wasn't too busy basking in Auralice's attentions.
Tamonten -> Zaro'Alk!
The swordswoman didn't realize quite how literal the Dragoness was in her answer. So, rather than finding it potentially sad that the giantess never had a choice, or perhaps happy that Zaro could find joy in her morbid task, or any number of the conflicting emotions that might have arose, she felt something a little simpler. Tamonten felt amazement at the woman's apparent dedication. "That's admirable!" The pale-skinned human offered in her lack of understanding, taking her eyes off her work once again to look at Zaro. By that point, the carving had only really just begun. What remained of snapped off twigs had been carved away and smoothed out, yet the wood still needed a bit of work. "I wish I could be that dedicated," the manacled girl added, unaware of what that would have entailed.
"As for me?" Tamonten wasn't bothered by the vice-versa questioning, having always replaced quality with quantity, herself, when engaging in any lengthy conversation. Indeed, she was all too ready to prattle out her entire life story to her training partner. "This probably sounds silly, especially after what you just saw, but I wanted to be the best swordsman in the Empire, maybe even the world. My father was a swordsman from Amazonia, a mercenary," As always, Tamonten's voice filled with reverence and she practically beamed as she spoke of her parent. "He was the best swordsman in his company. He fought in several wars before I was born. Father used to tell me bedtime stories about valiant knights and heroic soldiers." The possessed girl sighed wistfully, fond memories passing through her head. "There was one about a swordsman who would travel from place to place in a quest for perfection, challenging masters to duels and winning every fight. I remember spending so much time waving a stick around and pretending I was challenging the greatest swordsmen to single combat, like that man. After enough begging and a liberal application of guilt, I got my father to teach me swordsmanship and I've trained hard ever since." Tamonten returned her eyes to her woodcarving efforts, continuing without looking up. "I've never stopped wanting to be the best, it's like an obsession, maybe even an addiction, but I guess I got distracted by my arm." The manacled appendage was raised briefly as if to accentuate the point before returning to holding the training sword.
"In some way, I suppose I always wanted to be like my father. He was my hero. Did you have someone to look up to when you were learning, Lady Zaro? A hero of your own, maybe?" Another question that had been intended to be simple, which was potentially complicated by Tamonten's inability to know the taller female's history.
