The Likes of You
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,196
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Likes of You
The Likes of You
General Saki’s adjutant padded barefoot through stone halls of Fort Houshi, feet making a slight patter as he walked through the darkness a bit further. I hope he’s not meeting those Marutsaki infidels again… I wanted to catch him alone.
The war was being savagely seized in no small part thanks to Saki… His planning and executing skills were unrivaled. Although his treatment towards his fellow troops was far from innocent. Of course, each brilliant man had a fatal flaw—this man’s was an insatiable lust for flesh as well as sadism. A terrible sadist this man was, but all were lured into his deceivingly flattering trap. Like a poisonous blooming flower, he unfurled his petal in hopes of snaring a naïve young boy.
Genji shook his head of those thoughts that made him shiver in anticipation of what might happen when he walked into Saki’s room. He saw the rice paper screens a glow in lamplight from the inside of the room. Strangely Saki’s room could be found atop one of Fort Houshi’s four towers. He walked up to the closed sliding door and saw silhouettes beyond the screen and heard boisterous laughing and slurred talk. Good move…make negotiations while they’re drunk and charm them. Smart, Saki-sama. He smiled grimly in pride at his master’s cunning and cleared his throat to make his presence known.
Saki’s sly drawl could be barely be heard over the tumultuous guests, “Yes, come in.”
Genji slid the door open with one hand, and closed it shut behind him with the other, padding in, wanting only to be noticed by his general. He bowed in respect and asked to sit down. General Saki flashed him a treacherous smile and nodded, patting the tatami mat next to him. Genji nodded in response, and sat in traditional seiza next to him.
He watched his master pour and pour sake left and right to the men, slipping in artful deals here and there, letting them mull it over in their sluggish minds. Finally,
after two hours of sitting quietly next to his scheming master, they hit pay dirt as the loud men agreed to stay off Saki’s territory and stop their attacks in exchange for a small boatload of fine silks from the Kyoto region. In short—they had been robbed from under their opium-sniffing noses, but they wouldn’t figure that out until they were miles away tomorrow…treaty signed.
Saki saw them out down to the end of the hallway and had his guards escort them out stumbling out the rest of the way. When Saki returned to his room, Genji still waited, head bowed, in seiza. “What? You want something, Genji-kun?” He hummed, turning to the mirror as he began to let down his silky raven black hair.
“Yes Saki-sama…I wanted you to…take me.” Genji just barely managed to get it out, eyes searching the mirror for a reaction. Saki whirled around, leaning gracefully against the table, eyebrow quirked. “Eh?”
“Yes, I wanted you to take me, Saki-sama.” He repeated voice more solid now. He had had feelings for General Saki for a while now, and he decided he could best present his feelings by using his body.
Saki smirked, hair hiding his face for a moment as long, luxurious eyelashes patted down gracefully on his pale cheeks. “No.” He answered simply, turning back to the mirror. Genji was taken aback, “But...why? Am I not beautiful enough? Is that why?”
The older man gave an annoyed, velvety chuckle. “No, you’re indeed a very pretty boy.” He said, sauntering over to him, leaning down to grasp his chin with long, white fingers, “But I’m in no mood to get involved with the likes of such.” His burgundy silk kimono slipped down his pale shoulders and pooled around his crooked elbows, straightening as he leant up, stretching like a lazy cat. “Please yourself.” He stated, and then went to lie indifferently on his cotton and silk sheets. Watching him.
Genji grinned ferally, taking his words as if a challenge, yes, he would please him master, too. His left hand lifted his tank top from under his sash, sliding down his abdomen, stomach, and to his sash that stopped further ministrations. His fingers dug under that red cloth on his hips, tickling his groin and bringing out his arousal from his hakama pants. He looked at Saki with hooded eyes, rubbing up and down the length of the member, letting out a slow moan, letting his master watching him closely as he rubbed the head. Precome pooled through the slit at the swelling top, as he moaned a bit louder, teasing Saki. He spread his legs wider, left hand splayed across his inner thigh, meeting his hand in bucks.
Genji milked harder, fingers rising up to his lips to tug slightly at the bottom lip, wanton moans spilling from them, he was already slightly salivating from the thoughts that dripped into his head like deathly, viscous syrup. Saki wet his own lips, watching with his own lust gripping tightly at his groin.
Pressure built at Genji’s stomach, building quickly as he quickly met his thrusts, arching off the tatami mats, straw biting into his bare skin. He felt his release come, spilling over his awaiting hands, finishing with a load, unrestrained moan in his master’s name.
As his name was called out in carnality, Saki felt his own arousal awaken at the delicious sight before him. Surely the Gods were smiling benevolently upon him now for such a tempting treat.
Genji made a show of licking his milk off his fingers, eyes slitting in want at Saki as he sucked the sticky liquid off his fingers.
Saki shifted uncomfortably on his bed, trying to hide the tent in his kimono, laying on his chest, smirking enigmatically at his little whore, “Come tomorrow’s night and I’ll show you my revenge for that little show.” He waved him off, “For now, you may leave. “
Dismissed, Genji put himself back into order---tantalizingly slow---and left, having completed his prior objective. “Oyasumi, Saki-sama.” He purred before sliding the paper screen door shut and leaving Saki for the night to be haunted by the images that he had just burned into his dreams. Oh…any revenge dealt by General Saki was well worth it.
General Saki’s adjutant padded barefoot through stone halls of Fort Houshi, feet making a slight patter as he walked through the darkness a bit further. I hope he’s not meeting those Marutsaki infidels again… I wanted to catch him alone.
The war was being savagely seized in no small part thanks to Saki… His planning and executing skills were unrivaled. Although his treatment towards his fellow troops was far from innocent. Of course, each brilliant man had a fatal flaw—this man’s was an insatiable lust for flesh as well as sadism. A terrible sadist this man was, but all were lured into his deceivingly flattering trap. Like a poisonous blooming flower, he unfurled his petal in hopes of snaring a naïve young boy.
Genji shook his head of those thoughts that made him shiver in anticipation of what might happen when he walked into Saki’s room. He saw the rice paper screens a glow in lamplight from the inside of the room. Strangely Saki’s room could be found atop one of Fort Houshi’s four towers. He walked up to the closed sliding door and saw silhouettes beyond the screen and heard boisterous laughing and slurred talk. Good move…make negotiations while they’re drunk and charm them. Smart, Saki-sama. He smiled grimly in pride at his master’s cunning and cleared his throat to make his presence known.
Saki’s sly drawl could be barely be heard over the tumultuous guests, “Yes, come in.”
Genji slid the door open with one hand, and closed it shut behind him with the other, padding in, wanting only to be noticed by his general. He bowed in respect and asked to sit down. General Saki flashed him a treacherous smile and nodded, patting the tatami mat next to him. Genji nodded in response, and sat in traditional seiza next to him.
He watched his master pour and pour sake left and right to the men, slipping in artful deals here and there, letting them mull it over in their sluggish minds. Finally,
after two hours of sitting quietly next to his scheming master, they hit pay dirt as the loud men agreed to stay off Saki’s territory and stop their attacks in exchange for a small boatload of fine silks from the Kyoto region. In short—they had been robbed from under their opium-sniffing noses, but they wouldn’t figure that out until they were miles away tomorrow…treaty signed.
Saki saw them out down to the end of the hallway and had his guards escort them out stumbling out the rest of the way. When Saki returned to his room, Genji still waited, head bowed, in seiza. “What? You want something, Genji-kun?” He hummed, turning to the mirror as he began to let down his silky raven black hair.
“Yes Saki-sama…I wanted you to…take me.” Genji just barely managed to get it out, eyes searching the mirror for a reaction. Saki whirled around, leaning gracefully against the table, eyebrow quirked. “Eh?”
“Yes, I wanted you to take me, Saki-sama.” He repeated voice more solid now. He had had feelings for General Saki for a while now, and he decided he could best present his feelings by using his body.
Saki smirked, hair hiding his face for a moment as long, luxurious eyelashes patted down gracefully on his pale cheeks. “No.” He answered simply, turning back to the mirror. Genji was taken aback, “But...why? Am I not beautiful enough? Is that why?”
The older man gave an annoyed, velvety chuckle. “No, you’re indeed a very pretty boy.” He said, sauntering over to him, leaning down to grasp his chin with long, white fingers, “But I’m in no mood to get involved with the likes of such.” His burgundy silk kimono slipped down his pale shoulders and pooled around his crooked elbows, straightening as he leant up, stretching like a lazy cat. “Please yourself.” He stated, and then went to lie indifferently on his cotton and silk sheets. Watching him.
Genji grinned ferally, taking his words as if a challenge, yes, he would please him master, too. His left hand lifted his tank top from under his sash, sliding down his abdomen, stomach, and to his sash that stopped further ministrations. His fingers dug under that red cloth on his hips, tickling his groin and bringing out his arousal from his hakama pants. He looked at Saki with hooded eyes, rubbing up and down the length of the member, letting out a slow moan, letting his master watching him closely as he rubbed the head. Precome pooled through the slit at the swelling top, as he moaned a bit louder, teasing Saki. He spread his legs wider, left hand splayed across his inner thigh, meeting his hand in bucks.
Genji milked harder, fingers rising up to his lips to tug slightly at the bottom lip, wanton moans spilling from them, he was already slightly salivating from the thoughts that dripped into his head like deathly, viscous syrup. Saki wet his own lips, watching with his own lust gripping tightly at his groin.
Pressure built at Genji’s stomach, building quickly as he quickly met his thrusts, arching off the tatami mats, straw biting into his bare skin. He felt his release come, spilling over his awaiting hands, finishing with a load, unrestrained moan in his master’s name.
As his name was called out in carnality, Saki felt his own arousal awaken at the delicious sight before him. Surely the Gods were smiling benevolently upon him now for such a tempting treat.
Genji made a show of licking his milk off his fingers, eyes slitting in want at Saki as he sucked the sticky liquid off his fingers.
Saki shifted uncomfortably on his bed, trying to hide the tent in his kimono, laying on his chest, smirking enigmatically at his little whore, “Come tomorrow’s night and I’ll show you my revenge for that little show.” He waved him off, “For now, you may leave. “
Dismissed, Genji put himself back into order---tantalizingly slow---and left, having completed his prior objective. “Oyasumi, Saki-sama.” He purred before sliding the paper screen door shut and leaving Saki for the night to be haunted by the images that he had just burned into his dreams. Oh…any revenge dealt by General Saki was well worth it.