For S.R.J.

Ryuryeong - Morning in the Palace

Converted

G!P

She was in that mellow state of morning stupor that follows a good night's sleep. For a second she felt light like smoke: softness of the bed embraced her back, blanket her chest. Narrowing her eyes in the dark, she could see but shapes of furniture. The room's smell was familiar; it stirred memories from last night. Even under the twilight of drape-blocked windows, Ryujin could distinguish piles of cloth on the floor. Her little black dress was tucked below the bed. She felt the wine stains on the sheets, which hadn't lost their stickiness over night. A warm breath caress her ear: Chaeryeong snored gently, her nose tucked in Ryujin's plentiful black flocks. The woman's palm rested on the city girl's soft breast, like grass growing on a sand mound. Ryujin tried rubbing her own eyes, but her hand was constricted by Chaeryeong's muscle-bound left arm. It stretched over her shoulder, and she was too tired to fight the woman's strength. Ryujin turned her head to the side, gazing at the figure of her sleeping companion. A lone ray of sunlight soaked in Chaeryeong's long, brown hair.

"Morning," Ryujin whispered.

The woman grunted and snorted, her cheek rooted on their shared pillow. Her squeeze on Ryujin's breast suddenly tightened.

"Hmh, you're not even sleeping, are you?," Ryujin asked.

Chaeryeong replied with a growl and her index finger and thumb snatched the woman's little erection. The sensitive skin reacted, sending a wave of sparks through Ryujin's mounds -- she bit her lip and the wet hose between her legs hardened.

"Mmm, naughty girl. That's enough for now," she said and brushed off Chaeryeong's body weight, forcing herself to sit on the bed.

"You don't have to go yet, Ryu. We can, mmmh, have a round," Chaeryeong said, stretching her limbs and yawning silently.

"Hah, you have such a singular mind. No, we're not having a round... I need to get ready to meet King Choi. Remember I'm here to form ties," Ryujin said.

She felt Chaeryeong's fingers grazing her back, boldly sliding down. The woman's skin was coarse, like vellum paper, but her touch felt like the puff of a storm cloud. The martial artist that she was, the woman possessed more than enough strength to grab Ryujin by any limb and pin her down.

"Choi doesn't appreciate how hard you are in the morning. Come on, let's do it, let's get you limp. You can't meet a king while horny," Chaeryeong whispered.

"I'm not doing anything before shower, so finger yourself, you horndog!" Ryujin chuckled and stood up.

Chaeryeong moaned like a cat in heat as her girlfriend walked away from the bedside. Ryujin swallowed her giggle and put shove into her hips, walking like a model, showing Chaeryeong her butt cheeks rubbing tight against each other. Her lady limp flung sideways as she walked, just like her back-long hair.

"Mmh, just give me a minute Ryujinnie and don't stroke yourself. Leave me something to work with!" Chaeryeong yelled after her.

"Hah, time is money, Chaerrie! I'll be empty by the time you get up, you lay-about bum," Ryujin replied.

"Capitalist!" the woman shouted.

Ryujin bent her round butt back and slapped her flesh playfully - she could almost hear Chaeryeong panting restlessly. Ryujin stumbled forward in the dark, feeling out the walls, steering her into the washing room. At the doorstep, her toes hit a tumble of fabric, which upon first glance looked like a bra. The cup size felt too large for her, so she thought it to be Chaeryeong's -- only after entering the washing room did her lagging brain recall the avatar didn't wear brassieres. Ryujin searched for the light switch. As she glanced around in the dim room larger than the bedroom, she hesitated; the floor glowed faintly in the morning's sunrays. The coarse, blue rock was like a bed of nameless weeds at the bottom of the ocean. The source of the light was three round windows at the opposite wall, decorated from the middle with boxy shapes. The leftmost window let in rays that bounced from the whole-body mirror next to the sink. The distance between walls left much area open, as if the place was meant for use by tens of people, like a bath house. It seemed wasteful for Ryujin that so much room was needed for hosting just two showers and one sink.