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[ Kiritsubo might not have looked back on her jaunt through the establishment towards a private room, but she didn't have to. His gait changed, subtle and near silent... but not silent enough to escape a tanuki's ears. It was interesting... But not something she would tease him for or try to pick at to expose the threads. Not when she has another already underway already. Her laugh becomes a playful giggle when his jump on the mattress creates a little bounce for her (and her assets) to ride out, a very fitting sound for the more youthful and "innocent" face she has today despite how not-so-innocent her movement to lean into touch is. ]

I couldn't help myself when the idea came to me ♡

[ When that touch roams towards her chest she ever so helpfully tugs at the already dangerously low neckline, exposing a hint of soft pink areola along with more of the "bee" and dripping honeycomb. ]

My clients would be disappointed if the great Kiritsubo's tattoos were escapable with just a little shapeshifting, wouldn't they... ? Not that most of them could do the same...

[ It really is a shame Aak isn't as easily added to that client list... Her temporarily bright eyes roam shamelessly over him as if wondering what she couldn't do about that... ]

And besides... this way, the people who know where to look can always find me~

[ Words very mindfully chosen, said as if they were the most natural and off-the-cuff things in the world. Because Kiritsubo did not lie... and it was much better if people assumed tigers couldn't change their stripes. Or their appetites for the sort of pleasure found in the little kiss she leans in to press to the tip of Aak's nose, a mischievous warning before she pursued his lips instead. ]

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[Aak doesn't hover-hands for long. She tugs down her top and he's pressing against the skin there. A part of him is being analytical behind the simple face. He's comparing size, heft, to see what parts of her body may be different. He believes her when she says shapeshifter- but a part of him still wants to see how much she changes and what she changes. Like, there had been a piercing before, so he brushes his pinky down there to feel.]

Don't hate a sign like that. [A personal symbol for people in the know. He is comforted by the idea that there was something that would stay the same. Kiritsubo can keep her secrets. After all, the chance that she would ever need to expose the deception is minimal.]

[There's another hint of laughter when she kisses his snout. The sound is engulfed when she presses lips to lips. It's novel, really. It's someone he's kissed before and yet a completely different figure. For someone like him, always chasing novelties and new highs, it should be a perfect situation.]

[He leans over, one hand holding him up while the other explores her current body. His tongue is flicking at her lips immediately, not needing to warm-up with little kisses.]

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[ Had there ever been a piercing there? The skin under his touch is virgin soft, somewhat younger and pliant than the body he had become intimate with before. Heavy breasts that had swayed free of constraint were pert and bouncy in a lacy cage, sensitive enough to make her gasp a little into the kiss as he explores, gooseflesh pebbling and nipple growing taut. For a moment she indulges in the act of innocence, flip-flopping between Madonna and Whore, but...

She can't resist after all. A leg creeps up his thigh, hooks over his hip. Her lips part to lure him in, slipping against his... before those same lips close tight around his tongue for a lewd suck. A wrench of her lower half, more strength than the little body looked to have effortlessly expanded to flip him onto his back where she can crawl over and straddle him, eyes glinting with excitement as she reaches up, carelessly popping buttons on her blouse. ]

If you search hard enough, do you think you will find another tell... ?

[ The garment strains before she reaches to pull it off and over her head, tossed aside over the side of the bed. More of Kiritsubo's distinctive ink is bared... and then even more, when a teasing flip up of her short skirt reveals that her scanty panties don't even cover the entirety of the siddham script inked on her mons. ]

Do I weigh the same, but distribute it differently... ? Is my heart the same size... ?

[ She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth for an excited bite, pent-up lust and play in her eyes as she rolls her hips invitingly. ]

Is my cunt still as tight as you remember... ?

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[It really was like a totally different body. She could become what anyone wanted. Both the form he saw Kiritsubo in before and this one were attractive. Either one of them could have a dude beating themselves stupid over the head to get her attention. He starts to wonder how she chooses each target. Was this supposed to be someone to target him specifically? Was this just one of many templates in her repertoire? Was each fantasy woman drafted from nothing or influenced by a real world woman?]

[Her behavior, though, shone through. And whether that's another of her tells that she's dangling in front of him or just what she thinks he wants... he doesn't care.]

[His eyes do widen when she flips him, straddles him, and looks down at him like prey. That surprise is tugged a few different directions. There's obvious joy in the shedding of clothes and exposing of skin. However, a part of him wonders if her comments betray a real concern. He was thinking of it scientifically and she saw right through it.]

It's natural to wanna guess, [he's advancing cautiously with the idea this is just a game between them, just like her showing up as a different person all together.]

[She rolls her hips and his hand reaches up to grip her hip. The strength of his grip betrays his reaction better than his face does.]

I think that last one bears some testing, don't you? [And his grin suggests that Kiritsubo doesn't need to worry. Just like with the criminals sharing smoke, he can quickly put on the face of an easily-pleased rube. It's not a hard act to pull off. For all his intellect he was a healthy young man who was eager to be inside her.]

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Natural enough~

[ She won't argue with him on that. It is natural, isn't it? She cannot place blame on him for thinking it, and there is nothing judgemental in her voice- not from a woman who looked upon murder, pillage, and poison with the same Eyes that observed love and goodness. It is a game, what they are doing here.

She had still said it, though. Perhaps... Just to let him know that she knew, painted up pretty as flirtatious challenge and dirty talk. If he wanted to do the same, well... ]

But if you want to run an experiment...

[ His grip on her hips is rewarded with another lusty rub against his crotch, longer, this time, like she gets a bit carried away and has to remind herself she had a plan for him. One that involves clenching the muscles of her thighs and levering up off him just so, leaning her weight back enough that he would have room to move his hands down between them. ]

That means you need to get hard for me. Go on... I'm waiting ♡

[ She was also watching, sucking on her bottom lip as she begins unhooking the ties of her skirt to unwrap it and toss it back to whatever corner her blouse had ended up. The pale excuse for panties though... Those could stay for a while. Her pale fingers and perfectly manicured nails looked nice on the dark silk when she reached down to tug the silk tighter against sensitive flesh, rocking slightly to rub herself against the seam line. ]

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[It was natural for him, as natural as breathing. The things that held his interest did so with a vice-like grip and the unimportant things fell by the wayside. Kiritsubo's ability was an interesting thing to engage with. Her motives, though, he simply needed to know he wasn't worth any of her harm.]

[Although, she clearly wanted to be so mean to him.]

Aw, come on, I had to talk those guys' ears off and show off for you?

[It's a very put-upon voice, but he'll use the freedom that he gave her. His hand can go down to between his legs, tug a waistband out of the way, use the pretty picture in front of him to make things happen. The pink tip is, to her credit, poked out from the sheath already. He can wrap his fingers around the sheath and start a slow pumping motion to expose more of the organ.]

Didja have to buy those panties? [he teases, watching as she tugs the fabric up and lets it dig between her folds. A short groan while he can imagine the pleasure to come burying himself in her pussy.]

Wouldn't mind some fashion shortcuts, hehe.

[More of his cock crests over the edge of the sheath, barbs getting exposed to the air between them. His fingers slide up past the sheath, catching on a few of those barbs to hike up the pleasure. He can't keep a lady waiting too long, after all.]

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Save up your grievances to take out on me the day you make me use my mouth and do all the showing off~

[ It's a challenge as well as a promise of fair play, delivered with a lick of lips and a little smirk. As fun as it was to tease him, she certainyl wouldn't ever stop him from trying to do the same to her, to try and make a situation for them where he might boss her around or play the brat. If he managed it, and it was fun... Whyever would she dislike it?

Her bright, sinfully innocent eyes are eagerly upon his hand, his cock peaking from his sheath and how his fur ripples around the looser skin of his sheath as he pumps, her own hand at work tugging on her scanty underthings until they sink between folds and rub over her clit, her slit, enough to make her hips twitch. ]

I bought them just for this... You have to appreciate them, so I'm not taking them off~

[ But after a tensing of her thighs and a rolling rub into the silky pressure, she reaches down a bit further to tangle her ring finger in the fabric and tug it lewdly aside to offer a more unobstructed view of her pussy. ]

I did check how easy they were to tug aside before I bought them, though... Add it to the list of little tests...

[ She releases the panties to let them snap back in place, this time rubbing down the damp stain appearing in a line that marked her already potent arousal. (Not that this was the surprising part. Kiritsubo was always a single thought from arousal.)]

"Do Kiritsubo's panties provide an extra degree of friction when I'm thrusting, contributing to an orgasm that is .03 percent more pleasurable"... ?