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Guest of Honor
🕑 Added 2022-11-16 11:11:50 +0000 UTC"Ahh, the Mugen Tenshin really knows how to entertain."
"Agreed, Shiden really knows how to put on a show... I trust you are well?"
"Quite. I was a bit apprehensive about attending, but for some reason I'm... finding myself warming up to the idea."
"Might have to do with those young lips tending to you."
"Honestly, I'm just trying to get on the clan's good side."
The man chuckled in response, drawing in a deep breath as he surveyed the venue. It was surprisingly modern for a clan that ostensibly put a lot of value in tradition, with an aray of scantily clad ladies going this way and that with plates full of food and drink. Some, as well, were busy in manners to the one they'd found for themselves - a carrot-headed beauty with a ludicrous dress that was barely worth its name, initially standing around pensively, seemingly quite lost in her role as hostess. A new employee, he surmised.
Good thing they were showing her the ropes.
"Speaking of young, rumor has it that this is all for the sake of Tenshin's protégé."
"His daughter? She's been missing for quite a few years, if I'm not mistaken."
"Reckon she's grown into a fine, young woman. Her mother was a beauty as well."
"Well, now you have my attention."
"Hah! You old dog."
The girl let out a small whimper, barely heard over the distant thumping of the music, and she began tugging at her two extra lovers with increased fervor all the while her lips allowed more meat inside. The three elders sighed their approval, one taking a big, greedy gulp from whatever expensive alcohol still dominated his glass. The one in her mouth, however, was clearly the most eager about the ordeal.
"Oooh, that's- tongue... oh... that's going to make me..."
The stage briefly flashed once, then twice, before the lights slowly rose in intensity, Shiden striding out onto the scene in a suit that seemed to make him as uncomfortable as the stage lights. As he slowly grabbed the microphone, the latter instead swung rapidly, bathing the crowd in its incandescent, purple rays.
"While subtlety is meant to be our domain, you have no doubt heard the rumors already." His voice rang out, amplified by a myriad of speakers, big and small, located across the venue, one being uncomfortably close to the excited quartet by the bar. Monitors, informed by hidden cameras, also flickered to life, creating small dots across the dark landscape before, with one flick of Shiden's wrist, beamers lent their power to the matter - projecting the scene onto two, large screens that flanked him on each side.
"Sparing myself the spotlight, I therefore would like to introduce the guest of honor tonight.
With ragged breath, the old man leant his head back, perhaps only partially aware of the sudden occasion, shakily holding on to his bar chair as his hips bucked, girth more than halfway into the young woman's mouth.
"Round of applauce, and all that. My daughter, Kasumi."
The lights and screens, all at once, turned to flare across the crowd, searching about as Shiden stood on stage, craning his neck in vain, hoping perhaps to spot her first.
"That's it you whore! S-swallow! Swallow you little- HNHHNNN!"
The lights and cameras found their target, Kasumi's ample behind visible all the way from the stage, her head held between wizened hands as the old man emptied his seed down her greedy throat, the young woman's deft fingers tugging away at his companion like her life depended on it. Shiden stood slack-jawed on stage, watching the ordeal, as the old man slowly, painfully slowly, came to his senses. Perhaps it was the sudden silence that had shaken him back to reality, or the pleasure of his climax finally abating, but he eventually opened his eyes again, gave his (now rapidly softening) colleagues a look, and then leant back to look down at the woman who'd just finished him off properly for the first time.
"Are... are you, by chance..."
Kasumi gazed back up at him, member still buried between her lips while her hands refused to let go of the logs in her hands - despite the efforts of the men they were attached to. It all finally seemed to click in his head, and he raised his gaze to look across the venue at the woman's utterly bewildered father.
"Hrm. Fuck."
While they weren't about to get on the clan's good time anytime soon, they'd at least made fast friends with its heiress.
An interesting prospect, be that they survived long enough to explore it.
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Wallpaper featuring Mustard's new Kasumi model! I'm working on her regular clothes too to facilitate her more extravagant proportions, and considering what she's known for I've made her among the bustier of the gallery. Hopefully you all find this agreeable, and enjoy the wallpaper :)
Attachments seem bugged on Patreon at the moment, creating weird ghost-files or general errors. I'll be revisiting this post later once it works so as to attach the files properly, but in the meantime there shouldn't be much difference in terms of quality to the main post images above.
Thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words! I'm going into crunch the coming days so as to deliver the Miranda project for Monday, so Friday will be very sparse in terms of the progress report, though I intend to write it either way. Hope you're looking forward to it as much as I look forward to having it done - there's a lot on the horizon that demands my attention, at the end of the day :)
Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH
Comments
FPM
A very promising model, in all events : thanks, DH.
DH
Eventually - I tend to introduce characters in wallpapers while they're undergoing work. She'll be ready for animation one day :)
fe_9211
But are we gonna get a animation ft.-ing Her? 🤔
