Set your faith in my hands - close your eyes, let go, you'll see
As tempting as it is to linger, Hotaru is a prideful woman. As such, she is intent on delivering above and beyond for Aisha's first service; no matter the temptation to see what other delights they could get up to on these padded beds. The smoky scent of the incense begins to fill the area and redirects her attention to the lithely muscled back that is to be her canvas of the day. Even if Hotaru were not so keenly eyed and Aisha so strikingly beautiful as to be recognizable, there would still be the easy logical leap to determine the woman's status as a soldier from the configuration of her muscle groups alone.
Said muscles give beneath her long strokes with only a slight natural tensing against the pressure she exerts. As Aisha responds, Hotaru moves her hands back down to the base of the swordswoman's spine. Here, she uses the heels of her palms centered at her vertebra and pushes outwards towards her sides with a much firmer pressure. Working the area well before slowly ascending up towards her ribs, repeating with each section; lumbar, thoracic. Her neck will be left for when it's time for her shoulders.
"Oh he certainly needs more of them," she bemoans. "I've known him for most of both our lives. We ruled together for many years before we ended up here at separate times." It seems more powerful to say it that way, to not simply say they were as close as best friends could really be. "Deimos needs more people to keep him on his toes. Don't worry - that stick up his ass has always been there, it's certainly not a recent development." Tone suffused with laughter as she reaches the apex of Aisha's shoulders and retreats back to the start all over again, this time using her knuckles to carefully seek out and unwind the knots that form there from so many hours of training.
Said muscles give beneath her long strokes with only a slight natural tensing against the pressure she exerts. As Aisha responds, Hotaru moves her hands back down to the base of the swordswoman's spine. Here, she uses the heels of her palms centered at her vertebra and pushes outwards towards her sides with a much firmer pressure. Working the area well before slowly ascending up towards her ribs, repeating with each section; lumbar, thoracic. Her neck will be left for when it's time for her shoulders.
"Oh he certainly needs more of them," she bemoans. "I've known him for most of both our lives. We ruled together for many years before we ended up here at separate times." It seems more powerful to say it that way, to not simply say they were as close as best friends could really be. "Deimos needs more people to keep him on his toes. Don't worry - that stick up his ass has always been there, it's certainly not a recent development." Tone suffused with laughter as she reaches the apex of Aisha's shoulders and retreats back to the start all over again, this time using her knuckles to carefully seek out and unwind the knots that form there from so many hours of training.
HOTARU
