Kouto - Lovely woman

Just another scene from Concordia with Kouto.. there's one more after this one. o_o Took about 2 hours in photoshop and sketching on paper.

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"You are a very lovely woman; has anyone informed you of this?" The man was uncomfortably close, his fingers sweeping through her airy blue hair as Tamari held Karmin close, unbeknownst of the discomfort she was causing the cross-dressing Michael.

"I have had those words said to me once," The air-blood ground the condescension into fine salt to flavor her words with. She did not care what power this god held--she believed in her own power just as well, and while she was not stupid enough to compare the two, she was also not self-conscious enough to disparage herself simply for his presence, "And I have learned to distrust them."

"... Aw." The coo was so soft, a word of heat beneath the cooling glare of her eyes. He was unmiffed by her seeming lack of interest. After all, Kouto was secure in his own power of seduction, and patient beyond one of his chaotic nature's usual temperament.

"Oh... Hello, Kouto." The yawned words slipped sensuously from the dark-haired woman's lips behind them.

No... no. No. Tamari recoiled, dragging her ward along with her and hissing irritably through her teeth. The man's glittering gold eyes drifted lazily over her body, and even she was not immune to the feeling of being stripped naked and laid out like a prize--a haunting tingle of sensuality while laced with her stubborn irritation, "Kouto, is it?!" Michael's father in the ... flesh, so to speak, and she had already found herself miffed unduly by the redhead today! She had searched the damn spiritworld for a few hours trying to hunt down a shadow of a boy who looked like her wayward companion. "I have had enough of your son, and I need nothing from you."

"Enough of him, have you?" Kouto's snide laughter was enough to bring a blush to Tamari's cheeks as she realized exactly what he was implying. The god was breeching the barrier of space she had put between them, and he was sauntering so very comfortably. She wanted to plant her foot firmly in his groin to cause him just a second of ... something. Something other than that obsessive cool of confidence that leaked from each of his damn pores, "I suppose my ... son does have... good taste."

"Not that kind of enough!" Tamari was far too eager to correct him, but far too stubborn to retreat further as he came forward. His smile widened, and she became just a little bit concerned. This was, after all, a god...

He closed the distance, but he was apparently distracted, reaching down to grasp Karmin's face and purse her cheeks, sliding his tongue across the side of her face, "And his... companions.. are so very cozy." Tamari heard the squealing discomfort and tried valiantly to distract the god from poor Karmin with a flick of the feathers of her draconic tail in Kouto's face. She dared not start a fight. Confidence in yourself was not to be confused with stupidity.

"... This is interesting!" Kouto was distracted, his fingers reaching up to grasp the tail as it flicked back and forth. Tamari was proud of herself for the moment until his other fingers slid up the underside of it, ".. If it's anything like a dragon's... there should be a sensitive cluster of nerves," he paused as his claw trailed to a space and circled, "... right here." And he was rewarded for his efforts with a squeak of discomfort. Tamari melted, the stubborn flying away, the confidence escaping into the air. She tugged at her tail in meaningless effort, attempting to escape as she melted into a puddle of cute... just simple, meek, unquestioning cute.

Kouto was a flood of confidence and he knew he had won. His fingers trailed down to another cluster and then he lifted her tail to his mouth, his fangs traced lightly over those scales, just pressured enough to cause a rush of sensation.

Tamari could do nothing but squeal and beg for her release while her feather-tipped tail flicked frantically two-and-fro.