This Is Only The Beginning

Long, light blue, nearly silver tresses dashed in and out of the wind as the picturesque woman perched on the rooftop mercilessly. Her vivid purple eyes raked the lands fruitlessly, looking for that one thing that would give her huntee away. The small, silver plated dagger at her ankle cried pitifully for the blood that wasn’t going to be shed. It was just as anxious as she was, if not more. Her muscles ached and she scanned her surroundings once more before letting a puff of breath out in a disappointed fashion. Standing silently, she turned around, eyes closed in a blink, only to turn right into a blade to her throat. A sly smile came to her features as she looked at the face of the one holding her at blade point. Of course, the woman’s face was covered with a dark coloured fabric. Her outfit consisted of a traditional ninja’s garb, only there was a slight difference: they were made entirely of fishnet, the crossings covering her n*****s and nether region over the black underclothes she had, simply a bra and panties. The woman’s cattish green eyes narrowed and her voice came from behind the fabric. “You’ll be coming with me.” It was all she said. Her voice was elegant, with a slight French accent hidden behind the rough English. “The name is Chumana(“Snake Maiden“).” She added, without softening her gaze one bit. Ren(“Water Lily“) let her eyebrow raise and a look come across her face that signified that she was clueless. Chumana pushed the blade against her skin, making goose bumps form and cover her entire body. With a jerk of her head, Chumana told her what way to go. Ren simply nodded and began to walk the way she told her. As she got beside Chumana, a solid THUMP! made her fall forward, her world beginning to dim and darken. As she slumped forward, she saw Chumana pull down her dark fabric face mask and smile at her, a beautiful smile at that. Throwing the woman easily over her shoulder, Chumana stood and waited for the breeze to cool her face as her hand rested on the backside of the maiden she carried. Giving a smirk to the world that was watching, Chumana ran to the end of the house they were on and jumped from building to building until she got to a brick red coloured run down building that gave the impression that it was abandoned. Now, she simply sat on the roof, the woman beside her, the front of her regal button-up shirt flapped open so that her dark blue lacy bra was just barely visible. Chumana reached over and lifted the part that flapped to the right and her green eyes raked the pale flesh hungrily and suddenly felt that she had to see more. Looking around, bouncing her dark auburn hair as she did, she lifted the woman up and jumped off the roof, landing much like a cat; softly and silently before heading inside anxiously. The door was opened with her hand that wasn’t on the behind of the woman she carried and she walked in to find that there was a flame going from the night before in the old, nearly always used fireplace. She only used the fire place because she couldn’t stand to be cold. She hated the cold. There was a table off to the right, centered in the area it was in, with the fireplace right next to it, while off to the left, there was the kitchen area. Readjusting the woman on her shoulder, Chumana walked through the home to the room in the back. The bed was covered with a ruddy, tattered, light beige blanket, which was thrown back against the wall. The pillows were well used, and stacked one on top of the other, the indent completely clear that showed where she would sleep. Giving a smile in the direction of the bed, Chumana walked over to the bed and placed Ren down and moved her to where she was in the center of the bed with her top nearly all the way undone. “Mm..” Ren stirred. Her head turned to the side, and her hand moved up above her head, making her breasts nearly fall out of her shirt. Chumana stared, her eyes sliding up and down the pale body of Ren as she removed the top layer of her armour, letting it slide to the floor at her feet. Reaching up to unzip the fishnet, she pulled it off roughly. Now she stood in her undergarments beside the bed. Lifting herself to the bed, Chumana set herself next to Ren and drug her fingers down the flesh that showed, giving rise to goose bumps. Ren stirred once more, this time rolling over to face Chumana, bringing her hands up under her face in a way that reminded Chumana of a chipmunk eating its grain. Chumana moved a stray lock of silver blue hair out of Ren’s face, causing her to scrunch her face. Her face contorted, a scowl formed, murmurs formed from her partly opened natural shell pink coloured lips. Her arms batted around the bed fruitlessly as she began to get louder in her groaning. Chumana smiled - until she got hit, of course. She then grabbed the left arm that was flung at her and, using most of her weight (which was only a mere 130 pounds), pushed Ren down back on the bed. Lifting her own leg up and over, she rested it on the other side of Ren, setting her body on Ren’s lower abdomen. Leaning her lithe body over, Chumana placed one of her hands on the inside of the jacket that Ren was wearing and on the melon sized hump that resided there. A sharp gasp came from the sleeping maiden, but that soon turned to a moan as the hand slipped up and under the cloth that held the melon in place. A smile broke across Chumanas’ face, and she removed her hand. She now pulled open the jacket all the way, which didn’t have to go far anyway. Now the woman lay there in her dark blue bra. Chumana placed one hand back up under the cloth and began to play with the quickly hardening nub there. “You’re enjoying that?! I didn’t know you were that kinky…” She gave a smile again and brought her face down to Ren’s neck. Her warm breath came in puffs on Ren’s neck. Ren wriggled underneath her, grinding her hips against Chumana. Chumanas’ salmon pink tongue escaped from her natural rose red lips and trailed softly along the subtle line of Ren’s neck. Ren stretched her neck, moaning and wriggling while she did so. “Stop.. That..” She gasped, making it known that she was awake. Chumana simply smiled and continued. Rens’ vivid purple eyes opened to stare at the woman playing with her breasts. Ren was breathing quickly, moving under the woman when she twisted the hardened nub between her fingers, while sucking on the other one. Ren let out a cry and clenched the bedding. Her body arched, and Chumana smiled again. She was enjoying herself and having fun torturing Ren. Moving her face away from the hardened nub, Chumana slide her tongue down the stomach of Ren, making the muscles shiver and jump. Chumana made a satisfied sound and sat up to look at the red faced Ren. Giving a smile, Chumana reached down to unbutton Ren’s pants. The purple ops opened wider in fear, and she wriggled, trying to get away this time. “No! Ah!” Chumana had pulled the pants opened and had them halfway down Ren’s thighs while Ren had protested. Chumana looked at the dark blue panties that covered Ren’s nether regions in satisfaction. Now that she was this far, she couldn’t stop herself. Reaching out a slender, lightly tanned hand, Chumana began to pull at the panties, only to have Ren grab her hand and pull it to her mouth. “No.” She said before she chomped down on the first two fingers. Chumana winced but didn’t move further, for fear of Ren biting her fingers harder. Ren drug her teeth along the slender fingers, licking them as she did so. Chumana took a sharp, deep breath and released it when Ren pulled her fingers out of her mouth. Moving her head to the side and pulling Chumana closer, Ren nipped at her wrist, making her jump slightly. Chumana trailed her nails softly down Ren’s back, making Ren straighten and lift her neck. Goosebumps rose on her pale skin, but she didn’t pay any attention; she was too concerned with what Chumana was going to do. The one hand that trailed up her back now trailed over to her right breast, while the other slowly made its way downward. Ren was frozen, she couldn’t move. However, when the hand that was trailing slowly South began to disappear beneath her panty line, Ren jumped and grabbed the wrist, attempting to pull the hand away. Ren had just about gotten the hand removed when a coughing sound came from across the room. “Ahem.” Ren looked over to see who it was that had saved her, and there was a maid looking woman standing there. “Ah -” Chumana got off of Ren, and walked over to the maid and kissed her. Ren looked on in awe. She had never seen two women kiss before. “Aponi(“Butterfly“). How nice of you to stop by. What is it that she wants with me this time?” The maid called Aponi smiled. Aponi was beautiful; she had waist length white hair with a slight pink tint, dark cinnamon coloured eyes and a pair of glasses that complimented her beauty gorgeously. “Master beckons for you. She did not specify, but said that you would know what for when seeing this…” Aponi then pulled a medium sized object out of a pocket that did not look like it would hold something of that size. It was a completely rounded rock with bright blue swirls on it that glowed when they were touched. Chumanas’ eyes widened when she saw it and she gasped. “Where did…” was all she said before she began to throw all her clothes on. “You too, let’s go.” Chumana threw her armour back on and glanced over her shoulder at Ren. “Come on. Don’t make me come over there and dress you myself.” Ren couldn’t tell if she was serious or not, but did not feel the need to test it. She fixed her dark blue bra, pulled her pants up and did them, then slid off the bed to stand barefooted at the edge of said bed. "Let's go, then." Ren chimed, even though she had no idea where in the world Chumana or this other woman was taking her. The three woman walked out the ragged door and into the old, rickety looking horse drawn carraige that awaited them. Aponi held the door for Chumana and Ren. "In you go." When the two were in, she soon followed, barking orders to an address way out of town. "Now, just sit back and enjoy the ride." Aponi smiled a sly smile and clasped her hands in her lap as the driver clicked his tongue and whipped his whips to get the horses going.