Messy Miko .............................................................................For Nobody's Late Challenge: "Watermelon"
He looked at his miko and silently wondered if traveling through time, all over Japan, and for so long had finally addled her brain. Their sex life was always interesting before, but he had to wonder where she was going with the large oblong and yet strangly round green stripped fruit.
She had told him she would bring him something he liked as some of the 'treats' she had brought in the past, though somewhere sweet, tasted foul to his hyperactive tongue and nose. Yet this fruit was not at all sexy. Quirking a brow at her he watched as she cut into the large melon, as liquid sprang forth from it, it smelled sweet and he could not deny that it tingled his nose in an appetizing way.
As she worked, bent over he couldn't help but admire her hind end, one of his favorite attributes, save her long sinuous legs. He watched as it shook a bit, jiggling here and there, if she was not finished with the fruit she would soon find his appetite had changed for the carnal pleasure of her body rather then the sweet flesh of the fruit.
As if reading his mind she turned to him then, wearing something too sinful for words in the summer heat, in his private garden was the only place he allowed her to wear what she called a 'bathing suit' allowing him and only him to see the sensual curves of her body that left him in need always.
She carried a tray of cut fruit over, and sat before him, taking a small bit she teased him with it, allowing it to run over his lip before allowing him to sink his fangs into it. She had said it was seedless for ease, he didn't notice. The taste was indeed pleasing, and he knew he would have to get her to buy more and bring more of these back, perhaps just the seeds so he could have his gardeners or chef grow him some later.
That though was not on his mind as she teased him eating her own piece of watermelon, she took a bite but not before allowing the juice to trickle down her chin and throat, and onto the lush glob of her breast. He wasted no time licking the spilled liquid up, and raveling in her awed moan. Yes he did indeed want her to bring more of this fruit home, for she was certainly a messy eater with it, and never before had he delighted in such a fact.