User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Jinko FlameBiplane

Prompt:  You have recently arrived in a port city of the Zipangu region. Almost immediately, a Jinko approaches you and strikes up a conversation with you. This Jinko seemed very friendly compared to others of her race.

At one point you tell her that you were looking for a place to stay, and she happily offers you a place to stay at her house. You accept.

At her house she prepares a lavish meal for you and you two chat for several hours about things. Nightfall is beginning to creep across the sky, so she tells you to head upstairs to her bedroom and you do so.

Once in her room, she tells you that she needed to go get something from downstairs and departs, leaving you alone in her room.

As you look around her room at the various decorations, you notice something sitting in a basket. Upon closer inspection, you see that it is a set of clothing bearing the symbol of a rumored gang of Danukis that are said to capture single men and auction them off to husband-desiring mamonos. The Jinko reappears, still containing that bright smile, but this time you notice that one hand is behind her back, almost as if she was hiding something.

Answer:

I make sure I'm next to the window, asking if there's anything she'd like to say. She nods.

"Of course there is." She pulls the item from behind her back, revealing a collar. The moment I see it I make for the window, only to find it's locked. I then hear the sound of the clasp closing and turn around to see she's put the collar on herself. She's blushing intensely, and seems to be more nervous after my reaction.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Um... Sorry, I'm a bit out of practice... Did I do something wrong?" I take a moment to process what's happening, and point at the basket, asking why she has that uniform. Her eyes go wide and she starts waving her hands in front of her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Oh, no no no, that's not real. Okay it is real, but only because I took it from one of them. I... I really like roleplay, okay? It's... just a prop?" Starting to piece things together, I ask if that's why she's wearing a collar. She blushes deeper, and nods.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I... wanted to try a master/slave scenario. And I never really get to play the submissive, so..." I sigh in relief at the fact I'm just dealing with a kinky girl, rather than a kidnapper. I try to get into character for her, though I'm probably not as forceful as she'd like, and after a long night of play we fall asleep in her bed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I wake up in the morning I find the jinko's left, and her collar is still on the bed. I get up, my hands still sore from all the spanking I did the night before, when the jinko comes in with a tray of food to rival dinner from the night before. She's got the same smile she wore before we started last night.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Here's breakfast. Thanks for playing along last night, even if you didn't really get into it, thanks for trying." I smile back at her, and we talk like we did at dinner.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You know, you're nice. You're one of the few people who doesn't treat me like a kinky freak after having a night with me." She leans over and kisses me. I sit there for a moment, before mentioning she's very... odd for a Jinko. She gets a shy smile across her face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Uh, yeah, I guess I am..." She mutters. "Look, I have a few sisters, and they always, ALWAYS, pick on me. They say I'm small, and a bad fighter, and a lot of other stuff... they don't mean it, I think, but it hurts still. So I like roleplaying to pretend I'm someone else, you know?" I nod, getting what she's trying to say. "So... uhh, yeah. Feel free to go when you're ready, and you're welcome any time." She says, that old grin coming back. I nod, telling her I'll be coming back for sure. She embraces me quickly before starting to clean up.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I go back to her place at least once a week, sometimes we just sit around and talk, but usually we get into some costume or another and pretend to do various things to each other. Sometimes she's in charge, sometimes I am, and sometimes we even have a sweet little cuddlefest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">A few months later and when I arrive, she jumps me the moment I step through the door, purring. "Wanna know something?" She purrs, rubbing herself against me, I can already tell she's soaking wet.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She puts her head right up against mine and whispers. "I'm in heat." I look up at her, surprised until she shreds my pants, releasing my prick. I start trying to escape, but she's got both of my arms pinned to her breasts with her own hands.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After a few minutes she comes, letting out a loud howl of pleasure. She doesn't even slow down afterwards though, and I realise just how long a ride I'm in for. By the time she's finished I'm sure I was run dry about five orgasms ago, but still seem to find something to spray into her. She collapses on top of me, panting and still purring. When she looks at me, she's got that old warm smile on her face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"That... that was fantastic." She mutters between breaths. I can't even find the strength to respond.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Come on, I'll take you to bed." I groan slightly as she picks me up, both because of my sore hips, and at the threat of more. I praise my luck though when she simply lays me down and curls up next to me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The next morning the pain is all but gone, and for perhaps the first time since I met her, my jinko friend is still cuddled up with me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Morning, darling." She purrs into my ear, giving it a little nibble before rolling my head to kiss me. We make out in bed for a bit before she gets up to go make breakfast. I decide to go down with her, sitting at the table as she cooks. I ask if this means anything significant, and she stops for a moment, casting a hopeful look my way.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Only if you want it to..." She says looking back to what she was doing. I stand up and walk up behind her, putting my hands on her hips. I've hung around this long, why not take things up a notch. She puts down the large metal pan, leaving it on the stovetop and leans back into me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Goooood." She purrs, bringing a hand up to rub my cheek. "Thank you. I'm so glad I picked you up at the port." She turns her face to me and kissed me deeply.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">After that day I moved into her house, since I'd still been working on getting one of my own, and the two of us were happy as could be. Now every night isn't filled with different scenarios or characters, just the same two people, doing mostly the same things. Not to say she doesn't still whip out the collars and the costumes every now and again.