Long after the last embers of sensuality that had been set ablaze during the brief kiss had been snuffed from existence, Kadarus’s mind still could not wander very far from the silky smooth, sensual taste of Sati’s lips. Traces of her saliva remained on the cusp of his lips, a nectarine flavour he would not soon forget. His tongue remembered the taste of her’s from their brief encounter and would not relent as it bombarded his mind with long absent lustful thoughts.
Fortunately, the twin women were unable to notice that his mind was less than focused on his present situation as they endeavoured to free him from the very prison they had locked him in a few hours ago. Kadarus took these few moments to compose himself and feel the energy and vitality return to his body. Sati’s kiss had done more than trigger primal emotions; it had pushed his body on its way to recovery. His muscles twanged with the power that had been stolen from them, eager for a chance to demonstrate their colossal might.
“Move,” the samurai said, a single word laced with so much authority that the two startled women had no choice but to oblige.
His muscles bulged as they exerted themselves, his face grimacing as he struggled against the chains which bound him. The metal links creaked under the stress before the first link finally snapped under the pressure. With one of them gone, the rest stood no chance and Kadarus let out an animalistic growl of frustration as he gave one final, powerful tug, shattering each of the binds that held him in place.
Kadarus rose a man triumphant, some form of pride restored after his chauvinistic display of strength. His legs pushed him to his feet in a less than steady manner; they had been bound down for so long that it almost felt strange for them to be free again. Still, it took only a moment for those muscles to be revitalized and the samurai to be comfortable standing upright once again.
“The weak men and women of this town do not occupy my thoughts for more than a moment,” he said, though it was more informative than authoritative in tone. He had calmed down somewhat, controlling his emotions enough to see these two women as what they were, his allies. Nothing more, nothing less. “What does concern me is what the two of you are you are doing in this part of the world. There is nothing special in this town, nothing here that warrants more than the bat of an eyelash.”
“We’re travelling without much aim,” Sapna stepped forward to say, her voice stern and objective. “An odd job here and there, under the employ of any that can make use of our... skills”
That last word sent shivers down Kadarus’ spine, though he did not let either of them see any signs of weakness. He took a few uneasy steps forward, stepping past the two of them and looking forward to the door exiting the warehouse.
“Perhaps we should leave then. But first, if you really gift me with your trust and belief... give me my sword.”