When I was in Tokyo, I walked through some popular districts and maids stood about handing flyers advertising their cafés.
The Slightest Hint of Maroon
"Are you upset I did not dress you as a maid?" Rinko spun around in front of her bedroom's entrance. The black skirt and white apron fluttered up a few inches to reveal bare thighs.
Kashuu turned away and crossed his arms. She put all that effort into dressing herself, instead of focusing on him. He looked good in any outfit she gave him; she dressed him in her colourful kimono, tied an obi around him, and applied a light brush of makeup. The effort she put into fashioning him made him as pretty as a doll before he was ravished.
"Kashuu-chan, do you have anything to say?" Rinko stepped behind him and wrapped a hand around his waist. She patted his thigh. Despite wearing his usual dark hakama and matching red robes and scarf, she still thought he was worth fondling.
"Master, is petting me fun?"
"Your hair is so soft," she said. Her hand ran through his bangs. "When you walk under light, I see different colours."
His hair was black, but also wasn't. The slightest hint of maroon hid in his hair. One only saw those shades when the sun or moon beamed down and caressed his tresses. Kashuu huffed a little, contented. Rinko noticed his little details with all the time she spent with him.
"Here is a secret: I have two maid outfits. Do you want to wear one?" When she was a child, her parents commissioned fancy dresses and kimono for her on special occasions, like family photos and parties. It was always a delight when she saw the patterns of flowers, leaves, or butterflies on her new clothes. She was the center of attention as she sat between her parents. She was special then; she wanted others to revel in that feeling too.
If the costume made Kashuu cuter, it was worth a try. They stood by her closet as Rinko untied his hakama. All the best presents were concealed before their reveal.
Rinko slipped his red robe down to expose his pale shoulders. Kashuu didn't let anyone see him bare; such vulnerability was granted to those he trusted. His golden earrings dangled with his every movement. She knew how to make it sway further. She kissed the back of his neck and nipped his skin.
Kashuu bit his lip to withhold a groan; the earrings swung back and forth as she left kisses on his spine. Whenever Rinko bit him, she left a mark. Many were embarrassed, ashamed when lovers left hickeys on them. They were signs of damage, imperfection, and he'd be abandoned again, but Rinko assured him those marks lingered as evidence of love. When she wasn't with him, he undressed and gazed at his marks in the mirror to view his master's lust.
Rinko ran two fingers down his bare back. His smooth, clear skin was maintained through a regiment and remained exquisite. Muscle and bones were underneath all that; his strength eliminated their enemies without fail on the front lines. He had been through plenty of deadly fights and recovered back into this fine form. He shivered a little bit.
"Are you cold, Kashuu-chan?"
"Maybe." That would catch her attention; she'd focus on spoiling him.
Rinko opened her closet and pulled out the maid outfit. It was identical to hers, down to the white frills and bows on the chest and waist. After he was dressed and Rinko tied the costume's back lacing tight, they faced each other. The garments were snug around their slender forms and their legs were bare and slim; they were a matching pair that belonged together.
Rinko cupped the side of his face with her hand. His skin was warm. Her thumb rubbed circles on his chin's beauty spot in. Some thought the mark was a smidge of imperfection, though Rinko saw it as a nice detail the gods gave him when he manifested. "You would be popular in a café."
"Really? What would customers want with me?"
"Your beautiful face, your eyes." Rinko leaned forward and kissed him lightly on his lips, cheeks, and eyelids. Their uniforms ruffled up against each other and were soft as pillows. "Everyone would ravish you, Kashuu-chan. Do you want me to demonstrate?"
He nodded. Hearing, feeling her compliments were never enough.
Rinko reached down and felt for his cock and balls. As she massaged them in her clutch, his member grew long, hard, and straight. Kashuu grunted, trying to hold it all back. Letting go and moaning aloud was crude and uncute, though Rinko disagreed; she wanted to know her lover's range of emotions.
Rinko knelt as Kashuu lifted up his skirt. She pumped his erection. Her hold on him loosened, then tensed with a different rhythm. Kashuu thrust his dick back and forth in her grip. His precum leaked, slicked her fingers, and ran down her wrist. Louder squelches sounded from her hand. She knew what to do to get him off.
"This is not enough for you, right, Kashuu-chan?"
He nodded again. Rinko licked his balls and worked up from his cock's shaft to the tip. Her wet tongue moved along his dick and made Kashuu shudder. Rinko licked his cock all over several times, tasting varieties of saltiness on his hard member. She sucked and kissed the tip as it leaked fluids over her lips and chin. She could make him rain come all over her and they wouldn't be finished.
Rinko giggled as his legs trembled before her. She ran her nails over his inner thigh. "Do you know how much I adore you?"
Kashuu panted at the prick of her manicured pointed edges as her breath grazed his slicked skin. He could take this as far as possible to get what he wanted.
"Master, can you show me in your bed?"
"Of course." Rinko stood. The hunger in her brown eyes was the darkest force in this room. She held his hand and led Kashuu to the futon. To prepare, Rinko lie on the bedding and hiked her skirts up while Kashuu knelt between her legs. He rubbed her clitoris as he kissed and sucked her entrance. Kashuu's tongue went between her folds and licked up and down. The fluids that seeped out were from her desire for him. Knowing she produced evidence of how much she desired Kashuu, it tempted him to suck, kiss, and rub her forever. He didn't need to worry about being abandoned, no matter the state he was in.
"I know you are thirsty, but that should be enough." Rinko patted his head. She took him to her futon to show how much she adored him; it was her turn to show affection.
Kashuu swallowed some of her thick, tangy fluids. He had plenty of chances in the future to taste her again. He turned over and lie on his back.
Rinko settled atop him and held up a bottle of lube. Her hands, slicked in clear liquid, stroked his erection. Kashuu's legs and skirts trembled under her. He covered his mouth to muffle his moans. His cheeks burned pink. He held back for fear of immodesty; they'd been together long enough for him to know she wanted his true feelings heard.
Rinko lined his cock up to her entrance and kept her brown eyes on his red ones as she took his erection in her. His mouth parted as his cock went deeper and deeper in her; he sucked what little air he could between his lips and palm. His length was surrounded by warmth and wetness. He shut his eyes and arched his back. His hips grinded up, trying to get as much as he could from his master; she hadn't moved since mounting him. He wanted to be taken as intensely as possible to experience the depth of her desire for him.
"Watch me, Kashuu-chan." Joined together like this, Rinko wanted him to look at them.
He opened his blurry ruby eyes. The maid outfit was snug around his waist and chest. The skirts of their matching maid outfits ruffled together; it was black and white over black and white. They couldn't see what happened underneath those layers, but they felt his cock in her.
"I will show you how special you are to me." He was the first sword, chosen and manifested by her in this citadel. Amongst Rinko's lovers, only Kashuu dressed up like this. He picked jewelry from her boxes and clipped them to her hair to amplify her beauty. These swords gave their lives to her the moment their bodies formed before her. She'd never abandon someone as precious as him nor anyone in this household. They all meant too much to her.
Rinko held her open palms up in invitation. Kashuu raised his hands and clasped hers. Their fingers were slim and fit snuggly between each others', like they were forged for one another. Their red fingernails were on display for their lover; they were all the same shade Kashuu applied nearly every day.
"This is perfect." Rinko squeezed their hands and rode his erection. Once she adjusted to his size, she took his cock faster, taking in and out several inches every time she went up and down.
"M-Master!" Kashuu gripped her hands. His hold trembled as she continued taking him. He tilted his head back as the heat and pleasure surged through him. He wouldn't let go of her hands; the strength of her hold over him was too strong. Every movement she made sent wave after wave of ecstasy through him, he writhed underneath her and his uniform shifted in sync with his vibrations. His dress embraced his slim form with every heave.
Rinko went down on his cock one more time. Fluids squelched and smeared their hips all over. Kashuu moaned as he tensed and his seed burst inside her. He had an iron grip on their hands. Moments passed, and he finally let go as his arms fell to his side. Rinko's fingers, outstretched, tinged from his strength. This was Kashuu's way of telling her how much he wanted this. Nothing stopped them from continuing.
Rinko rubbed herself off, squeezed around Kashuu's cock, and milked what she could from his erection. With all their efforts, they brought their lover to a climactic finish. When Rinko came, she stiffened and leaned forward. Her orgasm pulsed throughout her and Kashuu covered his mouth to muffle a gasp as she shared her pleasure with him. Her heat seeped through his skin and bones, making him sweat all over. Their chests, pressed together, inhaled and exhaled, rose and fell together with each breath. In that moment, they shared everything with their lover.
Rinko lifted her hand up. The tip of her fingernails gleamed with their white and clear fluids. She tasted her index finger; it was tangy and salty.
"Look at what we made, Kashuu-chan."
Her digits hovered near his lips; white droplets hung from red nails. Kashuu opened his mouth and tasted the fruits of their lovemaking. They made something from their bodies and it all mixed together for them to share. They couldn't part from each other, not now, not ever.
"I have a confession to make," Rinko said as she grinned. "I have a few more outfits for you. Do you want to wear them?"
How could he refuse the chance to look even prettier?
