(R18+) Sample from my new book...

[mortiis29]

Ok guys, here goes. Just a sample chapter from my new book. I'm looking for someone to collaborate on with this, so please get back asap.
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CHAPTER ONE: KING MURAMUKI.

King Muramuki stood in the center of his large palace gardens, surrounded by the beauty of it all, he inhaled a desperate breath and surveyed his surroundings.
In addition to trees and shrubs, the Ekeruman garden palace made artistic use of rocks, sand, artificial hills, ponds, and flowing water. In contrast to the geometrically arranged trees and rocks of other palace gardens, the Ekeruman palace garden traditionally created a scenic composition that, as artlessly as possible, mimicked nature.
Garden designers had followed three basic principles when composing the palace scene. They used reduced scale, symbolization, and borrowed views . The first refers to the miniaturization of natural views of mountains and rivers so as to reunite them in a confined area. This could mean the creation of idealized scenes of a mountain village, even within a city. Symbolization involves abstraction, an example being the use of white sand to suggest the sea. Designers of the palace garden borrowed views when they used background views that were outside and beyond the garden, such as a mountain or the ocean, and had them become an integral part of the scenic composition.
The basic framework of the palace garden was provided by rocks and the way they are grouped. Ancient Ekeruman folk believe that an area surrounded by rocks was inhabited by gods, thus naming it amatsu iwasaka (heavenly barrier) or amatsu iwakura (heavenly seat). Likewise, a dense cluster of trees was called himorogi (divine hedge); moats and streams, thought to enclose sacred ground, were referred to as mizugaki (water fences).
The tea garden, imbued with a quiet spirituality, was developed in conjunction with the tea ceremony, as taught by one of the ancient elders, centuries ago. It was through the tea garden, which avoided artificiality and was created so as to retain a highly natural appearance, that one approached the teahouse. Today's Ekeruman garden incorporates a number of elements inherited from the tea garden, such as stepping stones, stone lanterns, and clusters of trees. The simply designed gazebos in which guests are served tea also have their origin in the tea garden.
Muramuki stepped over towards one Himorogi, sipping one of the ancient Ekeruman teas and pondering what his next move against the Inkalelm court would be. He’d been in contact with the Inkalelm King for some months now and planned to marry a young virgin girl from the small sea-side town. The town of Inkalelm was full of virgins, all ripe for the picking, but King Muramuki had been recommended one girl in particular - Mamu from the town of Imochime in the North. The King has seen various pictures of the gorgeous young girl, sent to him by her own Father, and some of them even in the most delicate and explicit of poses. One photograph the King remembered well was of the young girl spread-eagle on a lavish golden framed bed, completely naked, her father’s member manhood clutched tightly in her hand, and a beautiful crystal-clear tear rolling down her left cheek towards the pillow under her head. Her Father had promised the King that she was a virgin, that he had not broken that sacred flower from deep inside her, never penetrating her womb with his warm seed. ‘So sweet and innocent, like a freshly picked rose,’ the father had noted in one of his many letters to the King. ‘Oh, she had better be, for your sake...’ King Muramuki’s mind reeled. The girl must be a true virgin, or else Ratemu would be extremely angry with him, for not completing his task to the Dark Lord. King muramuki took another long sip of the slightly bitter tea and swallowed hard, letting his mind empty of all thoughts. He was particularly good at this, especially when rested, he was able to awaken to a brand new morning, clear his head of all thoughts and begin the new day afresh with no trouble at all. King Muramuki walked over to stand next to one of the gorgeously presented amatsu iwasaka, plucking a large green and yellow leaf from one of the shrubs next to it and rolling it up in the palm of his hand. He opened his hand to reveal the powdered leaf remains and took a long breath, blowing them up into the air. The leaves disappeared, leaving behind a thin trail of golden colored mist in front of the King. He smiled at his accomplishment and sipped again heavily on his tea, inhaling the flavors deep into his mind and envisioning them. He was able to see each individual tea leaf in it’s full form, both before and after it had been produced. He let the image of the tea float from his mind and watched as it left a long trail of steam behind him. Smiling again, he walked up towards the palace entrance doors and smoothed out his exquisite red and gold-trimmed robe. The two palace guards who waited at the door to greet the King were dressed in full body armor, including large Kabuto Helmets which covered their whole heads, a large Menpo which acted as a mouthpiece, Kote arm guards, Tekko hand gloves, Kusazuri leg plates, and finally - Suneate metallic boots. All of their armor was a rich dark blue in color. The King nodded to the two men who stood straight as arrows, not moving muscle, as was their custom to do so.
‘Fukusumi. Shisaka.’ He greeted the guards in turn with a soft smile and a tilt of his head.
Fukusumi and Shisaka both made their best attempt at a bow, and continued to stand rock solid against the sides of the palace entrance. Fukusumi, the guard to the right of the door leaned forward and with a soft grunt opened the door for the King.
‘I thank you both. You do such a wonderful job for me. Let me just inform you both that you’ll be rewarded kindly for your honor and dignity in good time. Yes, all in good time,’ he exclaimed, patting Fukusumi’s breastplate lightly with the palm of his hand. Fukusumi nodded slightly once more before motioning for the King to enter his palace. The palace door slammed shut, making the King shudder a little as he stood inside the main entrance, feeling the warmth of the palace fires embracing his bones like a warm blanket. Smiling to himself, he rubbed his hands together and continued down the wide hall and towards the main staircase...