He slid along her body, a kiss now coming to her neck, his eyes glanced upward at her face and as he broke that kiss on her he moved to answer. He had not been bothered by the questions at all figuring that they had been part of her curiousity about things and how best to take them.

"One is related to the magistrate through marriage and had been selected that way, the other his friend so clearly the former placed in a good word to have his buddy selected."

The tip of his engorged member slipped down the slit of her body until hitching upon her entrance. He paused there for a moment then pushed forward with his hips, eyes pressing closed as he felt the heat of her body envelop around him as he felt the waves of pleasure bombard him as a shiver coursed up and down his spine.

"I see," maybe those two were just as harmless as they seemed. Yoko didn't have much time to pay attention to her thoughts, as she felt his engorged member entering into her. She bit down on the knuckle of her pointer finger in order to stifle a moan. Yoko couldn't believe how big he really was inside of her. It was such a difference from the other two who had been inside of her before. Those two hadn't been small by any standard but Renu was in a totally different league. "How does it feel?" She inquired rather nervously, as she wasn't sure of his expectations of her. Yoko was hoping after all this time that she wasn't a disappointment to him, as he was far from a disappointment for her.

His eyes reopened as he had closed them for a moment, he throbbed with the chalice of her body finding the warm heat of her;s succulent. He smiled down at her as she voiced her question, his hand brushing away the hand that she just brought down her teeth upon.

He brushed her lips with her's in that moment, a hand creeping to the curve of her breast as he took it into his grasp, his fingers coursing over the smooth flesh of her body.

How does it feel? He grinned down at her as their kiss had been broken. "Perfect. Like a glove." He answered before rolling his hips slowly against hers as if he were acquainting himself with hot water. Inward he sank, as he did so it felt as if more of him had been squirming inside her before pulling part way out of her then stabbing forward again ...

Yoko felt her hand being removed away from her mouth, as she felt his lips upon her own again. A moan escaping her mouth as one of her breast was cupped. His answer had caused her to blush in embarrassment that he fitted so well inside of her. Each movement of his hard phallus inside of her sent a shiver down her spine. "You don't need to be so gentle. I've all ready had my warm up." She said teasingly to him as a soft moan left her lips at his next thrust. The look in her eyes though said that she was ready to handle his full force. Though being ready for it, and being able to handle it were two completely different things.

He smiled down at her catching her look in his eyes then thrust his full length inside her, pushing inside her tight depths as he let out a groan. His mouth falling to her own as he brought his lips against her own once more as his body rocked against her own like the waves of the ocean on the shore. His tempo increased just as the waves of the ocean increased in size with the onslaught of a storm that had been brewing.

"Mmm," he groaned out, "Yoko." His hips slapping against her own with the crescendo of his own body that rose and fell against her own.

Yoko could feel him as he did what was asked of him. Ryuji had brought down his full force down onto her, and it was something she hadn't expected. The pleasure felt was amazing to her, as his engorged member rammed into her again, and again. Moans of delight and pleasure escaped her lips, as her breast bounced with each thrust. Yoko was having trouble keeping any sort of clear thought. Hearing him call her name, Yoko's arms reached around Ryuji's shoulder blades, as has her nails dug into his flesh lightly. "Harder, please fuck me harder master." She stammered into Ryuji's ear, before another moan left her lips.

Feeling the circle of her arms about his neck he felt his heart slam against his chest, his speed increasing as he pressed inside of her with greater speed then before, his lips moving down to her chest occasionally as he took a breast into it and suckled momentarily.

A hand slid down her side, caressing her then churning around her leg and slid slightly beneath her. A finger pressed against her rear, circled her entrance then lightly pressed against it then slide it inside her to his first knuckle, the finger dancing back and forth against her as his body slammed down against her from above, his phallus blistering with the heat of her body as he groaned out between suckles of her breasts and kisses to her lips.

Each caress, each suckling and each kiss pushed her further along. Yoko's mind was being covered in one single wave of pleasure, as the only thought in her mind if anything else was how good she felt. Her insides felt like they were melting with each thrust of Ryuji's hot rod. That was enough to drive her insane with pleasure, but he apparently didn't think it enough with the insertion of his thumb into her other entrance. Her nails began to dig harder into Ryuji, as if she was trying to hold on for dear life, as moans and gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. She could also feel something else inside of her, a sort of pressure that was building, and felt like it was going to explode soon.

His eyes squeezed shut, he groaned again at the feel of her around him as his hips crashed down against her own. He felt the collapse of her fingers against his flesh as her nails bit into her flesh, causing him to groan out again.

"Yoko," he groaned as he surged against her, his body growing warmer with the passing seconds his shaft seeming to expand slightly while encased within her then it happened.

Like a damn springing a crack he poured out into her with an enormous burst, a grunt passing his lips as he did so filling her passage with his own essence ...

He wasn't alone in his release, as Yoko tipped over the edge as well. Her body shuttered as her own juices intermixed with those of the man in front of her. Then she passed out in her dream only to awaken back in the cruel reality of nightmare. At first her vision was hazy as it began to come back into focus. She could feel something restraining her, and churning her insides up. Her dazed orbs looked around seeing the tendrils that restrained her, and even the one inside her own mouth. She felt weak for some odd reason like her body had been drained of energy. Yoko's eyes slowly teared up until the point she was crying. Damn you! You sick perverted squid! How dare you mess with my head like that! Aegir would have probably noticed the anger in her words. Despite crying it was obvious she was angry with the creatures. Her thoughts weren't the only thing to show her apparent Aegir, as she bit down with everything she had on the tendril in her mouth.

He recoiled in pain, a tentacle wiping back from her mouth as her teeth bared down on it braking the skin and penetrating the flesh deeply. Black blood oozed out of his wound as it spilled out of his wounded tentacle. Eyes glared at her as a small space had been generated before them and had he been thinking right he might have closed that gap rather quickly or at the least went to restrain her. But he hadn't acting instinctively rather then displaying any forethought which would only give her the time to flee.

His slow speed made that very effective against him though he had ways to get around this. His impulse had been had been like on touching a hot pot pulling away for it.

He glared at Yoko as she back away, his high metabolism working already to regenerate his lacerated tentacle that pulsed with sharp pain. Though he slithered forward when the sensation of pain had been removed, he had not yet done anything sensible though he could taste her hatred even if he did not pick it up in her shimmering eyes.

She had been adverse to a bit of tenderness ... well rather at it being dispelled he had believed.

Yoko could taste the blood in her mouth quickly spitting it out, and rubbing it from from her lips with her forearm. "So you bleed black. You really are a perverted squid." Yoko stepped a few feet back as to give her self some more room from Aegir. She was still panting and was actually bracing herself on a tree. Yoko could see Aegir approaching her at what she guessed was a hurry for the creature. Pushing herself off the tree she wobbled a little bit, before getting her footing. She felt weak and just considered it from the pervert screwing her body, so much. Where do you think your going. I'm afraid this is where your little resistance act stops. Yoko suddenly and for some unknown reason felt her legs give out under her, as she was dropped to her hands and knees. She was angry at Aegir, but sad that she had something she had always wanted taken from her.

Then again it made her angrier when she thought about how her mind was played with like it was toy. In the end it was to much for her to handle and she started to cry. Y...you win. It was a hard thing to admit but it was the reality of the situation. She no longer could put up a physical fight, and she was tired of trying to fight a losing battle. In the end Yoko just gave in, as she sat up on her legs and just waited for Aegir to do what ever he was going to do with her.

Sensing a presence within her he halted as if instinctually. He had battle his way through a lot on her mental levels and braced himself for something when he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Had he not been a telepath he would not have known one iota of what had been going on here. As it was he had been unsure himself and that bout of unexpected confusion caused him to become stationary for a moment.

Then when there had been nothing coming his way and a , admission of her own defeat Aegir continued. White eyes closed, mouth tendrils still wiped around as he injected himself into her head.

If she were still looking she would see the circular line of her teeth that bared down on one of his tentacles though even now it looked as if the wound had been an old and faded mark.

Applause. A curtain drawing down over a stage. And a smiling man that had met her backstage in her dressing room. He had been taller than her and well muscled. His hair long and as black as a raven's feathers. His hair had been tied back in a simple pony tail.

He stood in front of her now, pushing up her white porcelain mask, hands groping her arms at the top of the sleeves of her kimono, his lips pressing against hers in a languid move as if he had not desired for the kiss to end.

"Are you going to be ready for this? It's not like anything we've taken on before."

Yoko just sat there as Aegir just seemed taken aback by her sudden actions. Her eyes drifted over to the tendril she had bitten down on. Her attack on him was nearly healed, as it was just an example how fruitless her resistance had been. Eventually one reality became dark to give rise to a new one. The show was over, and she was still on an adrenaline high from it. The walk backstage was the normal ordeal as she was congratulated on her performance. The door closed behind her as she saw the man in front of her. He had all ways been there after every show it had become a coming fixture in her routine. Her mask had been pushed up so it rested on top of her head, as she felt his lips on hers briefly. She would walk over to her dressing table, as she placed the mask down on it.

"You know how I get after these shows. I'm not even sure what you are talking about right now, so could you remind me." Yoko had asked the man, as she looked over her shoulder at the man. She would move behind a movable wall of sorts, although it wasn't a wall at all. It acted like one allowing the male to stay in the room, as she changed out of her costume into something more comfortable. The Kimono was tossed over this wall, so it landed draped over it as her silhouette could be seen through it. The robe that had been present was then taken down, as she placed it over her form and made sure it fasten shut. Yoko would come back out from behind her little wall, and sit down on a seat that was present in the room. She just sat there like she normally did after a show, and allowed herself to relax.

At first he had merely grinned as if he was being teased. How could she forget something so big? He grinned as if he had caught her teasing him though it had occurred to him that perhaps she wasn't putting him on. Perhaps she knew but just filed away things and took them as a given.

He opened the door to the dressing room looking this way and that then seeing no one he closed the door, gestured to her to change though she was half way towards the wall as it was. He paused, waited for her to dress all the while gazing at her silhouette as she undressed then dressed.

When she came back out from behind the screen he spoke softly. "The performance. The Emperor?" He paused, didn't see the connection in her eyes then went on. "The assassination? No one can get within 50 paces of him but the cover of the performance makes it far more likely."