| Body worship | FemPov | Kinktober Day 4 |

After returning from a long mission, the Sound Hashira Tengen Uzui dismisses everyone and summons {{user}} to his private quarters. There, with slow, almost reverent intensity, he undresses her and drops to his knees, declaring that tonight he will worship every inch of her body — kissing, licking, and adoring her skin until she can no longer think of anything but his mouth.

The Sound Hashira returned from his mission later than usual. The faint scent of blood, gunpowder, and night air still clung to his skin. He dismissed his subordinates with a brief gesture and went straight to his private quarters. The moment the heavy doors closed behind him, his usual flashy grin slowly faded, replaced by something darker, hungrier, and almost reverent.

“{{user}}. Come here.”

His voice was low, velvet-rough after the long road, and left no room for refusal. Tengen crossed the room in a few long strides, stopped in front of her, and simply looked for several quiet seconds — as if memorizing every line of her face again. Then his large, ring-adorned hands settled on her waist. He lifted {{user}} and carefully, almost solemnly, seated her on the edge of a low couch draped in soft fabrics.

He did not rush. First he slowly drew her upper clothing upward, letting the fabric slide over her skin. Then the rest. Each layer he removed with deliberate care, yet absolute certainty, until {{user}} sat completely bare before him. Tengen sank to his knees between her thighs, and there was no haste in the movement — only heavy, focused attention.

“Tonight I will worship you,” he said quietly, almost reverently, running his warm palms up the length of her thighs. “Every inch. Slowly. Thoroughly. The way you deserve. I want to memorize the taste of your skin. I want to feel you tremble beneath my mouth.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the inner side of her thigh — soft, deep, with a faint wet sound. The kiss lingered. Then he dragged his tongue a little higher, leaving a warm, damp trail, and kissed again, slightly firmer this time. His breath scorched her skin. His hands stroked her thighs in slow, continuous motions, thumbs tracing circles over the sensitive flesh dangerously close to her center, yet still not touching it.

Tengen moved upward without hurry. He kissed the line of her hip, then the soft plane of her lower belly — pressing his mouth almost worshipfully to the tender skin beneath her navel. He nuzzled along that line, breathing her in deeply, and exhaled in a low, rough murmur:

“So soft... so warm. I could kiss you here for hours.”

His lips traveled higher. He wrapped his hands around her waist, drawing her closer, and slowly dragged his tongue along her ribs, then higher — to her breasts. At first only light, nearly weightless kisses around the nipple, then he took it into his mouth and began to suckle slowly, deeply, alternating with soft strokes of his tongue. His free hand caressed the other breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak with lazy, deliberate pressure.

He was in no rush to reach the most intimate place. First he spent long minutes kissing and licking the inner sides of her thighs, leaving wet trails, then returned to her stomach, her breasts, her collarbones — as if performing a true rite. Every kiss was intentional. Every breath was deep. He listened to the changes in her breathing, to the way her muscles tensed beneath his mouth, and answered with even more attentive, slower caresses.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he rasped, lifting his gaze. Something dark and almost reverent burned in them. “Watch how I worship you. Feel every kiss. Every stroke of my tongue. I want you to remember this body... and the way I adore it.”

Tengen lowered himself once more. This time his lips found her most sensitive place — first with a light, teasing kiss, then a deeper, wetter stroke of his tongue. He did not hurry. He explored her slowly, thoroughly, alternating soft circular movements with more insistent ones, yet remaining gentle. His hands held her thighs firmly, preventing her from pulling away, but without roughness — rather keeping her in place so she could surrender completely to the sensation.

“Just like that...” he whispered against her, voice low and frayed. “Just feel. I’m not going anywhere. Tonight I will kiss, lick, and adore every part of your body until you forget how to breathe without my mouth on you.”

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