get frisky at camp

Shiro set up camp, keeping Masa in sight whenever she could manage. She casually whittled a shaft of wood to spear some fish. Masa watched in quiet awe at her smooth skill, waiting like a statue and skewering them without fail. She simply sat in her humble clothes and admired the slowly heaving bosom and the tensing muscles of the warrior woman.

They ate in a cloud of quiet, sitting around the fire until nightfall. “We should rest,” Shiro said quietly, Masa gave her a pleading look. The ronin smiled gently, recognizing the look and taking her hand to guide her under the tent with her. She took a gentle pace of undressing Masa from her simple clothes, freeing her of the **** garb and finally unfastening her collar. The naked young princess looked finer in the low moonlight, her pale skin almost porcelyn in this light.

“I have never had someone of your… skill,” Masa said softly.
Shiro watched her calmly and ran a hand over her breast. Masa’s eyes went wide as her fingertips teased her nipples and she nearly fell over, Shiro catching her quickly and easing her to the blanket. “You’ve never even been with anyone, have you, princess?” Shiro smiled back.