Fantasy RP A House Full of Desires

You followed the silent attendant through a narrowing corridor, the laughter, music, and golden haze of the could be heard in each room. With every step, the world outside seemed to fall away, replaced by hush, shadow, and a slow, fragrant warmth that clung to your skin.

At the end of the hallway stood a lacquered door painted with delicate cranes and strands of red wisteria. The woman slid it open, and you stepped through.

The room inside felt like something carved from a dream.

Candles flickered low in bronze holders, their light pooling like liquid gold on polished wood and silken screens. The air was rich with the scent of plum blossoms, warmed incense, and something older, something you couldn’t name. Silk hung from the ceiling in soft waves, catching the candlelight like clouds drifting in moonlight, at the center of it all sat Lady Omori.

Her presence filled the room like mist fills a valley — quiet, enveloping, impossible to ignore. Her kimono shimmered with the texture of water, every fold precise, as though even the fabric bowed to her will.

She lifted her gaze to meet yours, and in that instant, The sounds of the house, the district, even your own thoughts seem to fall silent.

Her expression was calm, serene, with a smile that held no secrets and yet knows many.


“So, fate does have good taste… occasionally.”


With a graceful hand, she motioned to the empty cushion across from her.

“What is your name?”
 
The young man that stood before her was large of build, abd stocky, albeit it wasn't merely fat. His hair like long black silks, and a shaven face. His eyes like black pearls, they scanned over her. Wrapped and adorning his arms were red prayer beads, but they did not carry the sign of any of the Kami. On his face was a prominent scar, arcing on his cheek in twin cuts, making a deep wrinkle upon his skin where it pulled together. He carried a subtle scent, masked by the incense abd perfumes in the air, but the soft Wisps of smoke that clung to him were never far.

He bowed his head to her politely, trying not to stare at her body despite the sirens spell. "Toru." He said as he stepped forward, the wooden floor softly creaking as he knelt onto her cushions. "I...was told that i was to be rewarded, I didn't believe I would see you." He said
 
She chuckled, taking the sake bottle and pouring it in the ochoko (a traditional Japanese drinking cup used for sake) for you and herself “Were you expecting someone different? I’ll admit you are different than my usual customers. What brings you to my sanctuary, Toru.” Your name slid off her tongue like the silk that currently hangs around the room. Her eyes met with yours, they looked warm, sincere, but there was a hint of coldness in them. Maybe this is why she’s called the Crimson Snowflake.
 
"My lord sent me here, a gift for protecting his daughter when thieves attacked them on the roadside near my father's farm." Toru said as his hand palmed the cup. "He said that a peasant like me would be lucky to ever step inside. I, so far, understand his belief...when I showed the seal, I was told to come to you." He said as he lifted his hand, scenting the sake. Toru swung it back. "I understand if I am...not your usual type."
 
His cheek wrinkled as he felt her hand, lifting hus head to pull away Gently. He sips his drink. "I'm no Monk...the beads are not my own, my father is superstitious. He believes these are protection from evil spirits. I would call him a fool but... i have yet to see a spirit while I wear them." Toru leaned forward.
 
She took the pins out of her hair, strands of hair falling like snow. It was long, smooth, soft even. She got up and placed the pins on her dresser then walked over to him, her perfume mixed with his scent, creating this sweet yet strong aroma. She tilted her head slightly then spoke “You don’t seem like any other man, like I said, you’re different.” She couldn’t seem too figure out what drew her to Toru, is it because he’s not of noble status? Or because he’s “normal”? A kind and heroic man wasn't in her agenda this evening. But Umeko’s interest was piqued.
 
"Is that the case?" He said as she approached him, his height alone keeping him nearly level to her chin while he slouched ever so slightly. Likely an instinct to bee as unimposing as he could manage, he was taller than most average men in the city. "I'm no more a man than any other." He said as he straightened himself, his eye level raising to hers. He moved hand hand, the thick mitt reaching up hovering at her hips, pausing faintly.
 
The attendant knocked on the door “My Lady, I’ve brought more sake and someone has given you a gift” Umeko stood up and walked to the door, opening it “Thank you Hitomi” She then pulled out a small pouch and handed it to her, taking the sake and the gift in the process. Hitomi bowed and shut the door. Umeko turned around, holding a bottle of wine “European, straight from the English. Would you like some?”
 
"Sit?" He said almost as if it dumbfounded him...but he didn't disobey her request, up on his feet and moving towards her. Her scent so sweet and appealing. His body thrilled faintly the closer he got, but he reached out and took the bottle from her, lifting it to drink a curious gulp. The Red wine bled into his mouth, his throat flexing as he swallowed it, the body of it settling a dull warmth in his belly. He pulled the bottle from his lips slowly. "Mmm~it is quite sweet. I don't think I could find anything sweeter..." he said as he looked over, flashing a slightly playful smile to her.
 
As she suddenly pushed him down, , ontop of him faster than he realized, he grabbed her kimono. "I saw it." He teased as he pulled her down, not seeming to back down or give into shock. He mixed around. Shifting to bring her inti her back and straddle her. "Who said I want you flustered?" He said as he leaned over her, his hand cupping under her chin. Holding it as he moved to kiss her.
 
"You seem to be feeling quite a but underneath those cool eyes." He whispered as he leaned lower, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips upon hers, planting a deep kiss on her. His body ground forward, her knee feeling his manhood getting warmed up. Frankly, Toru's size was as exceptional as the rest of him. His hands seized the ties to her kimono, a swift pull, his strength probably could have overpowered many people, , her kimono could have to stripped off with ease. But he wanted to unravel her, to unwrap her outer layers and take only what laid underneath.
 
She didn’t know whether she wanted to let him take her or to fight back. Umeko knows she can kill him, he’d be a tough fight but she’d manage. Although if she does, everything would go back to normal. Something in her snaps. Maybe just for tonight someone else can take control. There was a shift in her body language, she seemed more relaxed, calm, sincere. “Don’t take too long”
 
Toru pulled back as she spoke to him, sensing the change, though he didn't truly know how he played with danger. "I'm not normally so forceful." He said as she saw him flush slightly. It was true ofcourse. It was something he was undeniably self conscious of, given his strength and advantages in coercion or intimidation. "Forgive me-" he said softly as hee pulled her kimono open slowly. He leaned down again, kissing her lips again, his hands starting to explore her form, her curves and her softness.
 
"I don't rely much on others if I can help it." He said as he slid out if his Yukata with her prying. His hands finding there way to her sides, pulling her back up ti him he settled her onti his lap, his hardness hulking against his loincloth. Straining it like a barely contained beast. " his body was muscular, built for strength and stamina. His arms fkeckng, holding her close. His hips pressing against hers
 

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