Massive hands slowly reached out and rested upon your shoulders. Your body had been shivering from anxiety for the past few minutes, but it was now steadying by Hanzo's touch. It was amazing to you, really, and rather comforting—for a man with great strength, he could make his hands feel as light as two doves resting upon you. He could do likewise with his voice, for as naturally robust as he typically sounded, the man could speak to you in a low, soothing tone that flowed from his lips like a fine wine. And in this tone, he spoke your name, his deep gaze falling upon your face, searching your eyes as if beckoning to connect with you. Accordingly, you returned his gaze. How could you not, especially when he had those eyes that never ceased to bewitch you? So serious, but so compassionate.

"Is this truly what you want?" Hanzo asked you. His thick thumbs drew firm circles on your shoulders. The rest of his fingers had already tucked themselves beneath the edges of your silk robe.

Your heartbeat instantly quickened. Right now, you were just one word away from experiencing a night unlike anything you had ever known. You had never been with a man before, so you weren't sure what to expect. Of course, you weren't living under a rock; you knew how it worked. But understanding it was not the same thing as experiencing it for yourself. Still, the great unknown could not stop you from doing this. Be it wonderful or terrible, you at least wanted to share this night with Hanzo—the man who was once a mere foreign stranger to you, now transformed into the one who captured your heart. You wanted some way to express your love to him, and feeling confident in the strength of your bond, you saw nothing wrong with giving yourself. Not to mention, biology had become such a powerful force these days, for you had grown so attracted to the marksman that your body simply ached whenever he was not around.

Hanzo was keeping himself still, awaiting your response. For a brief second, you had become distracted by his massive upper body, now unclothed and exposing his perfectly cut physique. The small light from the lamp in the corner was just enough to hit and highlight every single muscle, from his thick, broad shoulders all the way down to his abs. Although you could but faintly see it, your eye scanned the beautifully intricate dragon tattoo expanding across his entire left arm and part of his chest—a fine piece of artwork, and perhaps one of his most exotic traits. While you stared at his stunning body, a hot blush graced your cheeks. It was not until you realized that he was still staring at your face that you quickly returned your attention to his eyes. To answer his question, you took a deep breath and nodded your head.

But this did not convince him. His hands did not flinch. With a frown, he tilted his head slightly. "You are nervous," he pointed out.

"I've never done this before," you murmured.

Hanzo let out a hum. "I see." He gave you an accepting nod. "Then this makes two of us."

You slightly cocked your brows. How surprising. After all these years traveling the world like a lonely wolf, Hanzo Shimada had never laid with anyone? Not even during his days as the heir to his clan's underground empire? Oh, hands-down, he could have had any woman he desired back then. "But how?" were the tiny words that slipped from your mouth.

Hanzo's gaze was softening. "I… never had the time for such affairs," he replied, "Nor did I ever focus on women. I had always avoided unnecessary pleasures, fearing that they would distract me from my progress."

You were slightly puzzled. You knew very well that Hanzo loved you in return, but if romance interfered with his goals, then why did he choose to be with you in the first place? What made you stand out from all the other girls of the world? "Well, what about now?" you asked your lover. "Would you call… this an unnecessary pleasure?..."

The man paused. You felt a spark of anxiety until you noticed the faint smirk growing upon his lips. "Not at all," he breathed.

"Then…. what is this to you?..."

He let out a light chuckle. You could feel his thumbs deeply tracing your collarbones. "So inquisitive," he commented. "You are a smart one. You may not realize it, but I think you know the answer deep down. Still, I will tell you." With a charming look, he brought his face down a little closer, just so his eyes could better connect with yours. Once again, you could feel your skin growing hotter. Hanzo didn't smile very often, but when he did, it was like watching cherry blossom trees in bloom. A rare, eventful beauty to behold and to savor. When he continued, his voice descended into a tender whisper. "To me," he said, "this is an appropriate expression of my love for you… and of my gratitude."

Your gaze deepened. "Your… gratitude?" you whispered back.

He nodded. "For everything that you have done for me."

Without realizing, your face leaned a half inch closer to his. "Like what?"

He was leaning in further as well. Your face was close enough to his that you could feel his warm air caress your cheeks whenever he released a breath. "For many years, I have been searching the world to become the best form of myself," he explained, frowning again. "But in truth, ever since leaving my home and losing my family, I had never felt so out of my place in life. Setting a purpose for myself was one thing, but my greatest fear was for my loneliness. I was afraid that I would never again find any place to call home, or anyone to call family, a friend, or an ally. I thought to myself, if I left my clan, then who else would take me in? Me, a wanderer… A lonely outsider…"

Sensing the silent taint of insecurity in Hanzo's voice, your gaze shifted a little lower with sympathy.

"And then I found you, [Y/N]…"

Your lifted your sight.

His gentle smile returned. "You, who never feared me… You, who showed me the utmost kindness and respect… You, who offered me companionship and treated me like you had known me for years… It is because of you that I have learned to let go of my fear. You are proof that in truth, I have far more allies in this world than I realize. Now, I see that I will not be alone on this journey. And, perhaps,… by the end of my journey, I will not have only gained honor and redemption, but I will have found many more treasures than I could have ever imagined."

By the time he finished, you were speechless. Your jaw almost dropped. Many times before, he expressed his feelings for you, but you never realized you meant this much to Hanzo.

While the two of you exchanged deep, passionate looks, your faces had ended up literally two inches away from each other. With his hands still upon you, his body had come a little closer to yours. "And that is why I want to do this," Hanzo mouthed, his breath tickling your lips. "I want to repay you… Tonight, I want you to have me… All of me… Heart, mind and body…"

Your lips were parting a little. Quietly, you gaped for oxygen as you felt strangled by the desire surging through you. Your eyes, like your heartbeat, were fluttering to the sweet sound of his words until they closed up tight.

Suddenly, you could feel Hanzo's large palms slowly slide along your shoulders. They were moving apart the edges of your robe, ready to slide the fabric right off your body.

"Let me in you," he sighed, "and I will fill you with all my love."

You opened your eyes. "Hanzo…."

"[Y/N]…"

Now, your irises were shimmering with deep affection. Slowly, you moved your shoulders in circles, guiding the fabric off you.

Seconds later, the marksman's eyes were blessed by the sight of your robe—the only thing you had on—now pooled at your feet.

Your breath paused. You stood there without a sound. You watched your lover's eyes closely as he viewed your naked body. His expression didn't shift very much, but after a few seconds, you noticed his pupils dilating and his chest expanding more heavily. "Beautiful," he uttered beneath a heavy exhale.

Butterflies were in your chest. Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink.

Then, you could feel your body temperature shoot up by what felt like thousands of degrees. Hanzo's hands moved up and cupped along your jaw line. Next thing you knew, he was gently guiding your face forward. His eyes were drooping dreamingly, head tilting slightly, lips relaxed.

You closed your eyes slowly, surrendering to the pull.

Finally, your lips combined in a soft kiss.

Your head started to feel numb from pleasure. You enjoyed how his soft, wet lips worked with yours in a perfect rhythm, how his nose brushed up alongside yours, how his facial hair lightly tickled your chin, and so many other things about this. Not only was he an excellent kisser, he just tasted so damn good to begin with. To express your delight, you leaned deeper into the kiss while your hands snaked up from his chest to the back of his neck, then behind his head so you could smooth your fingers through his soft jet-black hair, currently worn up in a short ponytail as per usual.

Hanzo immediately responded to your touch and intensified the kiss. At one point, he sneaked his tongue into your mouth and flicked it against yours. Surprised, you let out a small moan, and you flicked your tongue against his in return. It wasn't long before the play turned into a slow, deep French kiss, your tongues and lips gracefully dancing together.

His hands made their way from your cheeks, gradually descending along your figure. He sweetly caressed your features along the way down until he reached your hips, where he stopped to fondle them deliciously before his gigantic arms slid around your waist and drew you in. With a low grunt, he pressed you up against his body while maintaining the kiss. Due to the strength of his warm embrace, you could vividly feel everything on him pressing up against you. His smooth skin, his strong pectorals, his firm abs, and his….

Oh my God…

You continued to French with him, but your eyes had shot open. Your lower stomach, which was right up against his pants, was being poked by something bulging…

And quite stiff….

Damn... Was he really that turned on by you?

With a faint, wet sucking sound, Hanzo carefully pulled out of the kiss. Even the aftermath of the kiss was appeasing—he left your lips glazed with moisture from his mouth, an assuring piece of proof that you definitely weren't dreaming. And without a doubt, he was enjoying this, too. Aside from his obvious erection, his face glowed with satisfaction, his cheeks delicately tinted red. When his eyes opened, he gave you a heated glance that sent a beautiful ache throughout your flesh. The message was pretty clear: right now, he absolutely craved you. Plus, for some reason, you could just tell that he was going to give you his verybest effort tonight. Nothing less.

Then, in a tone flavored with passion, Hanzo whispered to you, "Shall we proceed?"

No second thoughts. Without hesitation, you nodded your head. You almost couldn't believe this, actually. For the love of God, who knew your first partner would be some sexy warrior from another country? How could you possibly say no to this?

Suddenly, you found yourself becoming seemingly weightless as your feet were swept off the floor. Powerful arms cradled your body and lifted you up in a bridal fashion. Your arms stayed draped over Hanzo's shoulders, however. You simply continued holding onto him, still indulging yourself in his entrancing look, even while he carried you towards the bed. Not taking his eyes off you, the marksman laid you down neatly on your back, close enough to the edge of the bed so that your lower legs could dangle over the edge. Instead of letting them hang, however, he grabbed both legs, then guided them around his waist.

There he stood at the end of the bed, still hovering over you with your limbs ensnared around his incredible warrior's body. From prolonging the eye contact, you quickly realized the gradual shift in your lover's expression. Your eyes began to widen, for you were starting to witness something that you had never seen before—at least, never from Hanzo. From the shadows upon his face, he shot you with something so intense that you started to sweat all over. An energy, inborn but kept dormant for maybe all his life up until now, was channeling through his stare for you to receive and for every inch of your beloved flesh to absorb. He did not look aggressive, but his visage had turned serious, and somewhat dark. Irises as black as coals were now simmering like blazing black suns, their power radiating from what seemed like a tremendous thirst…. for you.

His aura had cast an incredible spell on you, too. Without you even thinking, you instinctively began to relax your whole self, head to toe, allowing every single muscle to become like jelly. Your arms, which were still clinging to his body, were now sliding from his neck and downward like butter melting from his hot body. Your legs, however, remained around his waist, and in fact they tightened around him a little, irking him to come closer to you. Between your legs, you were already starting to get wet, but you didn't care if he sensed it through the thin fabric of his pants… He was going to find out in a few minutes anyways. Besides, why wouldn't he want to feel your body getting itself ready to be loved? And by him?

After your palms finally dropped to your sides, Hanzo reached down and took them, snarling his large, long fingers between yours. He stretched your arms outward and pinned your hands down to the bed. At the same time, his torso pressed down against yours, and you could feel the beads of sweat already forming on his skin. Your breast sensed the rhythm of the powerful, racing heart that ferociously beat against the inner wall of his chest, like a wild tiger fighting to get out of his cage. It just simply amazed you—all these crazy little things happening to this man's body, and you were the one doing this to him.

Hanzo broke eye contact, his head swooping down beneath your chin. His hair graced your skin and relaxed you, forcing you to close your eyes again and to tip your head back. Your delicate neck was then greeted by his warm breath, followed by his pillowy lips and the tease of his beard. You released bantam moans when Hanzo started delivering succulent kisses that felt no different from the sensation of dewy rose petals brushing up along your skin. Meanwhile, his hands tenderly fondled yours, his thumbs teasing your palms and wrists. "Does this please you, [Y/N]?" He mouthed against your neck in the middle of kissing.

You were so soothed that you could barely muster up your voice. You really didn't want to talk right now; you only wanted to feel. Still, it was courteous for him to ask you that. "Yeah," you managed to whisper, but just faintly.

Hanzo's hands stopped. They leisurely traveled from your hands, down your arms, to your shoulders. Thenceforth, he sneaked them downward between your bodies.

You gasped quietly. Both hands cupped over your breasts. In deep, gradual pulsations, he firmly squeezed them, occasionally rubbing them in circles, exploring their softness. Consequently, he forced slightly heavier groans from your throat. Your nipples became hard, and your womanhood grew sensitive and seeped with pleasure.

Next, his fleshy palms ceased the teasing. They continued their journey downward, leaving behind two large, red handprints tattooing the skin on each breast (You really hoped those marks would still be there in the morning, just to remind you of what happened). Simultaneously, his kisses traveled to the center of your throat, traveling higher upon your skin before they found your mouth. He slipped into another passionate kiss with you, and you moved your lips with just as much fervor, drinking him in. A minute into the kiss, however, he stopped. Again, he glowered down at you while he reached back to your legs, peeling them off his waist with care. Curious about what he was doing, you only looked back silently. Had you done something wrong? Was he suddenly uncomfortable about doing this?

Far from it….

Hanzo cradled one hand beneath your head. You kept observing. His torso lifted up a little, and could see the other hand, now slipping into the space between you two and nearing your…

Holy fuck…

"Is this… alright?..." Hanzo's expression was stern as always, but his voice was cracking.

You bit your lip. You weren't exactly sure how good he would be, but he had already made you feel so… aroused. You were desperate for somethingdown there. Now. "Y-yes," you begged your lover. "Please…."

Taking a deep breath, he replied with a nod and resumed. Carefully, he reached down between your legs, and in back-and-forth strokes, he rubbed your slit.

Your jaw dropped. Your breath got shaky. You broke out in a massive sweat. It seemed so shocking, so surreal that the man was touching you right now, and for the first time ever. Regardless, you really wanted this, and you were glad this was actually happening. For too long had you been given no choice but to do this to yourself during your loneliest nights, with nothing but fantasies of Hanzo to quench your burning desire and to get you off. But now, there would be no more lonely nights. Not for a while.

An index finger found its way in between your tingling labia. You whined as it curled and slid inside you. Once his digit was all the way into your passage, Hanzo stilled his hand. He briefly looked back into your face, perhaps checking to be sure that you were alright before he continued. On your end, you felt so full inside. A vigorous surge of pleasure was shooting up your spine and electrifying your whole being. Through your eyes and your hefty panting, you expressed your current feelings to him. Your gaze was practically a big outcry for him to keep going.

And then he did. His finger started to move inside you. In and out it went, with occasional swirling here and there to explore the oozing walls of your womanhood, experiencing what you felt like, getting a quick taste of where his member was about to go. Brain swirling, squirming around slightly on the bed, you unleashed sounds you never thought you could make before—guttural moans, groans, breaths, and whimpers, much like the ones made only in erotic online videos. It was quite the display for Hanzo to feast his eyes on, and judging from how he progressively fingered you more and more zealously, maybe he found your reactions rather seductive.

When the warrior was finished, he withdrew his digit cautiously, a string of fluid trailing from his fingertip before breaking off. He hadn't even gotten to the main part with you yet, and you were already shaken up into a horny, panting, sweaty mess on the bed. In between your breaths and your heart throbbing in your ears, you could hear him make an inquisitive hum. "Tight," he muttered to himself. You brushed a few messy hair strands out of your face and then propped yourself up by your elbows, trying to catch your breath. For a first-timer, he certainly did an amazing job on you. But what would he be like during the actual thing?

Presently, that question was about to be answered.

Hanzo released you and stood all the way up. To observe him better and figure out what he was doing next, you brought your legs up and scooted back on the bed until you reached the pillows. Carefully, you observed him. For a few seconds, all he did was stand there and look at you, breathing almost as heavily as you were. Once again, you had another amazing front-and-center view of his shirtless physique, now gleaming in the light due to his sweat. It almost reminded you of the times you normally saw him when coming back from the gym or from training. Oh, dear lord, you always loved how he looked—pumped up, hair a little messy, hard-worked, and half-naked. And now, he essentially looked that way, this time on the verge of banging you? Well, shit…. This would defeat any hot scene in 50 Shades of Grey, times ten.

Your eyes honed in on him. The marksman reached down and untied his pants in front of you. When he grabbed each side of his waistband, you clenched the sheets, hands almost shaking as you tried so hard not to drool.

And before your very eyes was your fantasy fulfilled. The pants and boxers came all the way down to his knees, then his ankles. Afterwards, he stepped out of them, foot moving the last bit of clothing to the side.

Thus, there your lover stood, completely nude.

Your mouth almost hit your lap.

He was rather… endowed.

And very erect.

Was that really going to fit?...

He set a knee up on the bed and made his way towards you. You just wanted to scurry up to him and attack him, but his dreamy stare had frozen you in place until he approached you. "Lay on your back," he droned.

You obeyed without delay, letting yourself collapse onto your back.

Hanzo first moved your legs apart. After that, he crawled up and hovered himself over you. One last time, he paused to deliver another meaningful stare, not just to absorb the sight of you at the peak of giving yourself to him, but also to triple ensure that you were okay with this decision, in case you somehow changed your mind.

But obviously, you gave him no sign of uncertainty. At this point, you were way far from it.

He gripped underneath your thighs, holding them fondly. "Ready?" he whispered.

"Ready," you breathed.

And while he positioned himself, you closed your eyes.

A tap against your passage.

A massive entrance.

Then a sting.

A little ache.

You let out a cry. Your hands flung around his torso and clung to his back, nails digging into his skin. Hanzo kept himself still, hushing you softly and caressing your thighs to comfort you. After the passing of a moment or so, the sting vanished. All that remained was the abundance of him within you, in addition to the boiling warmth of your virginity slipping away.

You could've just beat your chest and screamed it out to the world. From this point onward, you were his. Dammit, you were Hanzo Shimada's. His, all his, right here, right now, and only for him to have. And heaven knew you loved him. And only him.

Your lover gave you a thrust.

Then another.

And another.

Hanzo set himself in a slow rhythm, fucking you slowly, releasing hefty grunts. "[Y/N]," he groaned through his teeth. "It… It feels so… hot inside you…"

"Y-you're… Incredible," you gasped.

"Shall I… U-uungh….. Shall I move quicker?..."

"Please…"

Hanzo increased the pace of his strong hips, hitting into you a little harder as well. His grip on your thighs was tightening and adding to your pleasure all the more. Accordingly, you expressed your satisfaction with noises from out your lips, which tempted him to capture your mouth into another passionate kiss in the middle of the humping.

Although your bodies clearly enjoyed the connection, staying in a typical laying position the entire time wouldn't cut it. Naturally, you two wanted to try different positions. Sure, it was your first time, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out other ways to make love creatively. After a few minutes, Hanzo pulled out and rolled you over onto your stomach. You got onto your hands and knees, and he stood up on his knees from behind, grabbing you by the hips and re-entering you. He continued thrusting into to you, this time a little faster and harder. Both of your groans had become louder as you got further into it, and at some points he moaned your name like he was begging for water. You could only help but lean into his thrusts, feeling himself filling you up inside with his most immense love.

After a few minutes of lovemaking dog-style, you and your lover shifted into a third position. Still banging you from behind, he lustfully grabbed your body and pressed your back up against him. He kept his muscular arms wrapped around you, constricting you possessively like two pythons. His heavy breath was literally next to your ear, and as you shut your eyes and moaned, Hanzo smoldered your ear, neck and shoulder with aggressive wet kisses as he made love to you harder, focusing on jamming his cock deeper up inside you. "My love," he growled into your skin. "….. [Y/N]…. My love…"

"Yes, Hanzo," you moaned passionately. "Oh, yes, it's me… I'm here…."

Losing control from the sound of your voice, Hanzo unleashed a loving growl and bit into your shoulder. You cried out from both pain and pleasure, and your hand shot up to reach around his head and rubbed his thick neck in sheer approval.

He sucked heavily on the spot until his teeth released your skin, saliva trailing from a reddened spot that would definitely be there when you woke up in the morning. Such a love bite hurt like hell, but it strangely felt so mind-blowing, perhaps more so than the sex. Maybe the reason was that it meant so much more than just a way to please you—in a way, it had meaning. Of all people, Hanzo Shimada had just made his mark on you. Spiritually, he was claiming you, and he just wanted to make sure it was seen. Oh, right now, he had given his title as "master marksman" a whole new meaning…

"Hanzo," you groaned louder, your body feeling like it was on fire. "Oh, fuck…"

"Face me," he huffed against your ear. He paused humping you to turn you around hastily. "Get on top of me," he demanded. "I want to watch you."

Turning around, you pressed onto his chest, forcing him to fall over onto his back. At the same time, he pulled you over onto him and feverishly settled you by the hips back over his large, throbbing manhood. With harder might, he thrusted upward into you like a man possessed. You cried in passion as you rid him, mind-blown, head swirling like a steaming, sweet hurricane. And he watched you, in your beautiful array of coming apart before him, with infatuation as deep as an ocean. The dance of your bodies was causing so much damn chaos in you, like you were just on the verge of getting physically shattered to a million pieces or breaking in half at the spine if you got any higher.

Now, something was starting to well up in your flesh. A rising pressure of some sort. Not physical, but…. emotional?... Mental?...

"O-oh,… [Y/N]… [Y/N]," panted Hanzo from his open mouth. "I think…. I'm…. I'm gonna…."

"M-…. Me…. Me too!"

A miniature roar escaped him as he sat up and created another position with you, quickly greeted by the embrace of your wanting arms. Heart met heart as the two of you got into a sitting-up position and held each other tightly in your arms. With possibly all the strength of his hips, Hanzo fucked you hard and fast, giving you his all like he had promised.

This was it. You and him were just about to blow. The climax was nearing.

"Hanzo," you cried. "Hanzo."

"[Y/N]…"

"Hanzo…"

"[Y/N]…."

"Uhhhhh… Uuuuungh!..."

"Mmmmph…. Hnnngh!..."

You were nearly hyperventilating, eyes shut tight, mouth wide open.

Hanzo's arms were shaking a little. "[Y/N], I'm almost there!..."

"O-oh god!..."

"I'm almost there!..."

"A-aah! Aaah!"

"I'm there, I'm there, I'M….. OH MY G—"

With one last wild outcry, the both of you were thrown viciously into your first-ever climax, together.

A simultaneous, wild earthquake that was your love.

Then, your love burst forth and poured into each other.

Dizziness…

Blankness….

Heaven.

The two of you had fallen quiet. Your mouths were still wide open, but your breaths were calming down. With an exhausted groan, Hanzo collapsed to his side and took you down with him.

For the rest of that night onward, you laid right beside your marksman, held tightly in his arms, your freshly taken body up against his own. For almost an hour, you were staring into each other's eyes without a sound, although you were singing loud, sweet love songs to one another through your shining irises.

Before falling asleep, Hanzo noticed you rubbing the area on your shoulder where he "marked" you earlier. His work was still there, now forming a visible black-and-blue mark upon you. He did nothing but softly smile, then place his hand upon yours, right on top of that area. You didn't regret anything. Neither did he.

It wasn't a lie. His aim was true.

And tonight, Hanzo had just made his best mark. Ever.