Eitsu's Nine Lives (永津の九生) [yuri/GL yokai reincarnation story]

3 - Tsubaki

NSFW

CW: sex work

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After dinner, washed and refreshed, Eitsu held up her end of the bargain.

Her new benefactor had soft white skin that reddened easily under her rough tongue and fingers. Eitsu expertly licked her all over, from the tips of her ears to her neck and breasts, down her stomach until she was between her legs. The woman tightened her fingers in Eitsu's hair, running her nails over her scalp again and again as she gasped and wriggled, occasionally letting out small squeaks of shock and delight that sped up until she reached the point of spasm. Then Eitsu nipped at her upper thighs gently with her sharp teeth until she begged the young woman to stop teasing her.

Already shivering and panting, she handed Eitsu a far superior piece of equipment than the previous benefactor had owned. It was an elegant tortoiseshell tagaigata, that passed Eitsu's critical inspection. She rocked up onto her knees, using the other woman's fluids to assist her in taking in the smooth length, drawing a sharp breath as she did. Holding tight, she spread the other woman's legs, and the latter gazed up at her, almost cross-eyed, in anticipation.

"Ready?"

A breathless nod. She slid in, gently at first, but when the other woman's nails dug into her upper thigh, she hissed and began to move mercilessly, driving bright cries out of the woman whose legs she pinned between her own. Eitsu let her own fingers creep downwards at the same time, while her free fingers pinched and flicked the sensitive nipples of the other woman, her pushing growing wilder as she rubbed until she came too, the two of them locked tightly together and trembling. They lay like this until Eitsu gathered herself enough to carefully pull away, shuddering as she did. The other woman's breath stuttered as though she were about to pass out.

"How skilled," she finally managed to say, with a little laugh. Eitsu helped readjust her robe and lifted her to a sitting position.

"I can keep going."

"I'm satisfied. For now. You've... definitely held up your end of the deal. I'll have papers with your name on them tomorrow. What's your family name?"

"Kyuo," Eitsu decided haphazardly. It was the name of the family who had owned her mother. Why not.

"Kyuo, as in...'Rest' and 'King'?"

"I suppose?" Eitsu yawned and flopped down.

"'Rest'? I suppose you do like your sleep. And 'king'... well, after that performance..."

Eitsu favoured her with a cheeky smile.

The new mistress was as good as her word. Early the next day, Eitsu had in her hands identity papers that named her as Kyuo Eitsu, and when her mistress sent her out to play, she headed straight for the theatre.

A different guard stood at the door, and he examined the papers suspiciously, but could find nothing wrong with them and eventually let Eitsu in.

Slipping between the patrons already seated, she found a spot for herself and settled down in the darkness to wait.

The stage lights, red, dim, were lit to a rush of enthusiastic applause by the audience. Under strings of lanterns, a figure lightly stepped out.

A whisper of fabric, a flick of a folding fan, the first notes of a plucked koto... Tsubaki emerged from the darkness, turning gracefully to reveal an exquisitely made-up face, completely neutral of expression.

Every movement was perfectly controlled. The audience watched breathlessly as the dancer flicked her sleeves, pointed the closed fan, stepped, stepped, stepped, the red light of the lanterns transforming the single revealed sleeve of her golden inner kimono to a bloody sheen, her white outer kimono tinged pink, bleeding into a hem of red camellias. She played the character of  a desolate girl, hiding her eyes, reaching out hopelessly, turning away.