[Tohsaka may have 'natural beauty', but she refuses to be anything less than perfect. Makeup to hide the eye bags from late night magecraft studies, and perfume to hide the apothecary smell of her medicine.
After the liner is on she begins brushing some soft, neutral eyeshadow on his lids. A gentle color highlighted with a bit of glitter to catch the eye.]
Really? I guess I don't know too much about it. I thought a girl like Rin would be fine without make-up.
[ There's a different sensation now, feather-y and most likely a brush of some sort. This one is less invasion than the eyeliner was, resulting in Satoshi relaxing again. It's soothing. ]
...Mm, thank you.
[ Satoshi... is learning to accept the compliments. It's unfamiliar, being insecure as he is, but there's warmth in the praise. He hopes that when she's finished with the make-up, she'll be satisfied with his new appearance. ]
[Hmph. She's glad his eyes are closed. What kind of compliment is that??? Fine without makeup... It makes her heart flutter briefly.
Tohsaka finishes up the shadow, and then instructs him to open his eyes. Next will be the quick swipe of mascara on those luscious lashes of his. First telling him to look down but not close his eyes so she can get his upper set, and then to look aaaaaaaall the way up so she can get the bottom set. With that done she'll finish off his face with a little bit of shimmery lipgloss.
Which ends up being risky because she's ever so tempted to just take his lips then and there. Tohsaka manages to stop herself and put some distance between them.]
The mascara is the scariest part. I'm glad it's over.
[ Satoshi can endure the brush tickling his skin and even the vulnerability of having Rin paint his lips, but the wand hovering so close to his naked eye is too much. She had worked skillfully, though, making it painless.
Turning towards the mirror beside them again, Satoshi gives his face another look. The eyeshadow causes the red of his eyes to appear quite vivid, and the red tint to his cheeks is soft and pleasant. His blond eyelashes are now distinctly black and very long like Rin's are. He really does look like a short-haired girl now.
Somewhat flustered, Satoshi directs his attention back towards her. ]
What do they say... Um...
[ Satoshi's brow creases, and then he repeats a phrase he's heard in movies. ]
[Really, though... who let him be this cute? It's unfairly cute. Illegally cute. He has to get out of her sight now before the fun is ruined by her prematurely jumping him.]
Your first task is to take care of the dust in the parlor.
Satoshi picks up the feathered duster off the table-end where his the undergarments had been laid out. They passed by the parlor on the way to the powder room, so he doesn't end up getting lost leading them on his way there. And when he arrives... Satoshi stops to stare at all of her large, Western-style furniture filling up every corner.
I'll start with the tables, then... ]
...?
[ But upon leaning in to do so, Satoshi can feel the skirt rise up behind him. He nervously laughs. ]
What makes you say that? Aren't you enjoying yourself, even a little bit? Tell me, does your heart flutter when you bend over?
[Because hers does. Every time he unintentionally gives her a little peak she feels the urge to interrupt his work and devour him whole. But for now she shows restraint and picks a spot in the parlor where she can watch him without hinderance.]
It's embarrassing, but I think so. My heart... I can feel it pounding.
[ Satoshi's smile is weary, a little demure. Not only is his heart fluttering like she said, his body feels warm under her gaze. ]
Even though they're showing, please watch me.
[ Ah... saying that is enough for him to bite his lip, blushing hotly. Satoshi is hardly a pervert, not like his best friend is, but Rin's enthusiasm is enough to bring out this shy, indecent side of him. He thinks it's inevitable he'll get hard because of it.
Inhaling, he sets to work dusting her furniture. Each time he bends over or stretches, his cute little pair of panties are exposed to Rin's watchful eye. ]
[The harder he gets the less his panties cover him. The less they cover him the more often she gets little peeks of his balls as they begin not to able to fit in the crotch of those panties. It's intoxicating. A sort of devious thrill that has Tohsaka gripping the armrest of her chair hard.
That is until her self restraint finally breaks. As he's bent over dusting a small side table, Tohsaka comes up behind him. Her palm flat on Satoshi's back to keep him from righting himself. Her other grabbing his hip and pulling his ass, decorated in frills, against her.]
[ Satoshi instinctually trembles, breath catching his throat. This position—it's startingly close to actual sex, as if Rin herself is taking him from behind, keeping him at an angle so she can use him thoroughly. He is perfectly playing the role of the girl, and that in itself adds a thrill. There's no doubt now that he's hard; the fabric of his panties stretches thin over his erection and allows a glimpse of flushed skin from the sides.
And when she gropes him, toying with the full, springy flesh from below, he bites off a whimper. ]
Mm, I want a reward.
[ It's said plaintively in a cute tone foreign to him. ]
I—I got... like this from Rin watching me.
[ His fingers clutch at the feather-duster as he throbs. ]
And how, exactly [Tohsaka replies in a low voice thick with her own lust] would a cute maid such as yourself like to be rewarded? Do you want it to be something lewd? Be detailed, so you get exactly what you want.
[Tohsaka's hand grips into a fist to tightly grasp the fabric on his back. Meanwhile her hand at his hip digs in those digits for a firmer hold. It's then that she starts rolling her hips into him as if to simulate thrusting between his thighs.]
My mouth? Oh, dear. How lewd! How selfish! What a greedy little maid. What do you dream of? Grabbing the lady of the house by her hair and losing yourself to the pleasure?
[She taunts him. Antagonizes him. All the while continuing to grind her hips into his ass suggestively.
Yet... eventually she stops. Tohsaka steps away and allows him to rise so that she may turn him to face her as she sinks to her knees and gazes up at him with a devilish smile.]
Holding your skirt up for me is the least you can do~
Muu. I wouldn't be rough with you. A-At least, I would try not to be.
[ Her pointed teasing causes his cock to twitch, straining against the panties she had picked out for him. After all, Satoshi is helpless against envisioning that fantasy, of his fingers buried in her long, black hair, gasping as she happily swallows him down. He has never experienced it—oral, that is—so he is left to his imagination.
Or, he would've been had she not accepted his request. His heart nearly skips. ]
But since the 'lady of the house' says this is okay, I'll hold it up. [ There's a small pause of realization, and then he adds in a meek voice: ] I—I think I might've...
[ Shyly, he gathers his skirts and lifts them to expose what's beneath. Satoshi is overwhelmed with embarrassment, because... he is sure he's already wet her panties. Rin will most definitely see it now that she's on her knees in front of him, the lewd, damp spot adorning the tip of his erection through the cloth. ]
How filthy, how lewd. Aren't you supposed to be cleaning things, not dirtying them? Maybe you deserve punishment after all.
[With the pad of her index finger she taps that damp spot. Gently teasing it and playing at him through the cloth. This goes on for a few moments before Tohsaka hooks her fingers into the waistband of the panties to pull them aside entirely.]
Who let a maid be this grotesque? Terrible. Simply awful.
[And yet despite all the disparaging words, Tohsaka is quick to take him into her mouth. At least the head to start. Enveloping him in the soft, wet heat just beyond her lips. Her tongue drags against the sensitive skin of his head just to learn his texture for herself.]
[ Her relentless bullying only serves to embarrass him further. She's right; isn't he here to clean? But... he dirtied her panties, and—the entire time he was trying to dust her furniture, Satoshi was distracted by her presence, her very self being a terrible temptation.
Doesn't he deserve a punishment? Only proper, good maids receive rewards from their masters... ]
N-Ngh—
[ Satoshi makes a choked, plaintive sound as she reveals his cock to the cool air. It springs forward in front of her strikingly blue eyes, slick. To him, time seems to have slowed. It's almost like it's a dream, that this scenario couldn't possibly be happening. Rin—she's looking at him, his— ]
Oh... [ And then he whimpers, shuddering as she leans in to envelop his cock in the heat of her mouth. Just a bit, not enough. ] Rin, it's—ah, your mouth...
[Soft, slender fingers stroke his shaft as she hums against him. Those blue eyes, deep like the ocean and tinted with a hint of seafoam, look up at him through her dark lashes. If not for her lips being so diligently sealed around his erection she might have looked quite devilish.
While his taste on her tongue wouldn't be pleasant for most people, it's not as bad as the medicine she needs to routinely take for her crest. As such she savors both the way his body 'replies' honestly to her, and the way he attempts to hold himself back. She wonders just how far she can push him. Will he snap and seek pleasure for himself? Or will he crumble before her as his will to continue anything else turns to dust?
Playfully she suckles on that ever-so sensitive head, but only briefly. Giving him a "preview" if you will.]
[ Right now, Rin really does look like a little devil.
Satoshi's grip on the dress shakes as she tastes him. It's a sensation he's never felt before—the heat, the wetness. Rin coquettishly indulges in the pearl of pre that had collected at his tip, and Satoshi is helpless to stop her. But... he doesn't think he wants to, either. There's a large part of him that is desperate for her to take him in further, ensnare him completely. Her mouth, though small and pink, is dangerous.
Unable to bear looking into her eyes a moment longer, he closes his and shudders. A noise catches in his throat, but doesn't make it past his lips. ]
...Rin.
[ Satoshi's legs quiver as she suckles him. It's nearly unbearable. ]
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[Tohsaka may have 'natural beauty', but she refuses to be anything less than perfect. Makeup to hide the eye bags from late night magecraft studies, and perfume to hide the apothecary smell of her medicine.
After the liner is on she begins brushing some soft, neutral eyeshadow on his lids. A gentle color highlighted with a bit of glitter to catch the eye.]
...You have nice lashes.
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Really? I guess I don't know too much about it. I thought a girl like Rin would be fine without make-up.
[ There's a different sensation now, feather-y and most likely a brush of some sort. This one is less invasion than the eyeliner was, resulting in Satoshi relaxing again. It's soothing. ]
...Mm, thank you.
[ Satoshi... is learning to accept the compliments. It's unfamiliar, being insecure as he is, but there's warmth in the praise. He hopes that when she's finished with the make-up, she'll be satisfied with his new appearance. ]
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Tohsaka finishes up the shadow, and then instructs him to open his eyes. Next will be the quick swipe of mascara on those luscious lashes of his. First telling him to look down but not close his eyes so she can get his upper set, and then to look aaaaaaaall the way up so she can get the bottom set. With that done she'll finish off his face with a little bit of shimmery lipgloss.
Which ends up being risky because she's ever so tempted to just take his lips then and there. Tohsaka manages to stop herself and put some distance between them.]
...Looks like you're about ready to get to work.
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[ Satoshi can endure the brush tickling his skin and even the vulnerability of having Rin paint his lips, but the wand hovering so close to his naked eye is too much. She had worked skillfully, though, making it painless.
Turning towards the mirror beside them again, Satoshi gives his face another look. The eyeshadow causes the red of his eyes to appear quite vivid, and the red tint to his cheeks is soft and pleasant. His blond eyelashes are now distinctly black and very long like Rin's are. He really does look like a short-haired girl now.
Somewhat flustered, Satoshi directs his attention back towards her. ]
What do they say... Um...
[ Satoshi's brow creases, and then he repeats a phrase he's heard in movies. ]
What are my... duties? Today, Rin?
[ It sounds unsure, but that should be it. ]
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[Really, though... who let him be this cute? It's unfairly cute. Illegally cute. He has to get out of her sight now before the fun is ruined by her prematurely jumping him.]
Your first task is to take care of the dust in the parlor.
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[ The order is simple enough.
Satoshi picks up the feathered duster off the table-end where his the undergarments had been laid out. They passed by the parlor on the way to the powder room, so he doesn't end up getting lost leading them on his way there. And when he arrives... Satoshi stops to stare at all of her large, Western-style furniture filling up every corner.
I'll start with the tables, then... ]
...?
[ But upon leaning in to do so, Satoshi can feel the skirt rise up behind him. He nervously laughs. ]
Rin... you're a little scary, aren't you?
[ There's no way around flashing her. ]
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[Because hers does. Every time he unintentionally gives her a little peak she feels the urge to interrupt his work and devour him whole. But for now she shows restraint and picks a spot in the parlor where she can watch him without hinderance.]
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[ Satoshi's smile is weary, a little demure. Not only is his heart fluttering like she said, his body feels warm under her gaze. ]
Even though they're showing, please watch me.
[ Ah... saying that is enough for him to bite his lip, blushing hotly. Satoshi is hardly a pervert, not like his best friend is, but Rin's enthusiasm is enough to bring out this shy, indecent side of him. He thinks it's inevitable he'll get hard because of it.
Inhaling, he sets to work dusting her furniture. Each time he bends over or stretches, his cute little pair of panties are exposed to Rin's watchful eye. ]
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That is until her self restraint finally breaks. As he's bent over dusting a small side table, Tohsaka comes up behind him. Her palm flat on Satoshi's back to keep him from righting himself. Her other grabbing his hip and pulling his ass, decorated in frills, against her.]
My maid has worked so hard. Is a reward in order?
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And when she gropes him, toying with the full, springy flesh from below, he bites off a whimper. ]
Mm, I want a reward.
[ It's said plaintively in a cute tone foreign to him. ]
I—I got... like this from Rin watching me.
[ His fingers clutch at the feather-duster as he throbs. ]
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[Tohsaka's hand grips into a fist to tightly grasp the fabric on his back. Meanwhile her hand at his hip digs in those digits for a firmer hold. It's then that she starts rolling her hips into him as if to simulate thrusting between his thighs.]
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Rin grinds into him, and Satoshi shudders. ]
If it's okay, I want you to touch my—my penis.
[ Somehow, it sounds lewder without the explicit language. ]
In Rin's hand or her... mouth. I want to come.
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[She taunts him. Antagonizes him. All the while continuing to grind her hips into his ass suggestively.
Yet... eventually she stops. Tohsaka steps away and allows him to rise so that she may turn him to face her as she sinks to her knees and gazes up at him with a devilish smile.]
Holding your skirt up for me is the least you can do~
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[ Her pointed teasing causes his cock to twitch, straining against the panties she had picked out for him. After all, Satoshi is helpless against envisioning that fantasy, of his fingers buried in her long, black hair, gasping as she happily swallows him down. He has never experienced it—oral, that is—so he is left to his imagination.
Or, he would've been had she not accepted his request. His heart nearly skips. ]
But since the 'lady of the house' says this is okay, I'll hold it up. [ There's a small pause of realization, and then he adds in a meek voice: ] I—I think I might've...
[ Shyly, he gathers his skirts and lifts them to expose what's beneath. Satoshi is overwhelmed with embarrassment, because... he is sure he's already wet her panties. Rin will most definitely see it now that she's on her knees in front of him, the lewd, damp spot adorning the tip of his erection through the cloth. ]
...Sorry.
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[With the pad of her index finger she taps that damp spot. Gently teasing it and playing at him through the cloth. This goes on for a few moments before Tohsaka hooks her fingers into the waistband of the panties to pull them aside entirely.]
Who let a maid be this grotesque? Terrible. Simply awful.
[And yet despite all the disparaging words, Tohsaka is quick to take him into her mouth. At least the head to start. Enveloping him in the soft, wet heat just beyond her lips. Her tongue drags against the sensitive skin of his head just to learn his texture for herself.]
THE PAID... RETURNS
Doesn't he deserve a punishment? Only proper, good maids receive rewards from their masters... ]
N-Ngh—
[ Satoshi makes a choked, plaintive sound as she reveals his cock to the cool air. It springs forward in front of her strikingly blue eyes, slick. To him, time seems to have slowed. It's almost like it's a dream, that this scenario couldn't possibly be happening. Rin—she's looking at him, his— ]
Oh... [ And then he whimpers, shuddering as she leans in to envelop his cock in the heat of her mouth. Just a bit, not enough. ] Rin, it's—ah, your mouth...
[ He throbs against her tongue. ]
It feels... warm...
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While his taste on her tongue wouldn't be pleasant for most people, it's not as bad as the medicine she needs to routinely take for her crest. As such she savors both the way his body 'replies' honestly to her, and the way he attempts to hold himself back. She wonders just how far she can push him. Will he snap and seek pleasure for himself? Or will he crumble before her as his will to continue anything else turns to dust?
Playfully she suckles on that ever-so sensitive head, but only briefly. Giving him a "preview" if you will.]
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Satoshi's grip on the dress shakes as she tastes him. It's a sensation he's never felt before—the heat, the wetness. Rin coquettishly indulges in the pearl of pre that had collected at his tip, and Satoshi is helpless to stop her. But... he doesn't think he wants to, either. There's a large part of him that is desperate for her to take him in further, ensnare him completely. Her mouth, though small and pink, is dangerous.
Unable to bear looking into her eyes a moment longer, he closes his and shudders. A noise catches in his throat, but doesn't make it past his lips. ]
...Rin.
[ Satoshi's legs quiver as she suckles him. It's nearly unbearable. ]