Celebrations had gone deep into the night; the warlords had drunk their fill and were retiring to their respective quarters around Azuchi when Ophelia felt it was safe for her to sneak back to her own bedroom. The men had had their fun teasing and tormenting her during their drunken partying, and it had taken all of her self control to keep from snapping back at them, but she had managed to hold her tongue. She couldn't afford to let her mouth get her the business end of a spear, a spear; not yet anyway. She had to get to know these warlords before she would attempt to go toe-to-toe with any of them. But it was fine, she could bide her time.

"Gods help me, Sasuke better be right about getting us back to our time. I feel like a plump pheasant in a room full of foxes; it's only a matter of time before they make good on their teasing."

She could hear the low sounds of people settling in for the night as she tiptoed through the castle halls. "My room is just beyond this corridor. I can't wait to collapse into my bed, I could sleep for days!"

"Well, well, what have we here?"

Ophelia froze in her tracks at the voice whispering right next to her ear. Glancing up her eyes met the playfully intense gaze of the Oda spymaster, Akechi Mitsuhide.

"Mitsuhide!" she cried out in surprise "I didn't hear you, where did you come from?"

"I was following a shady character sneaking through the castle, care to explain yourself, Lili?" His hazel eyes stared down at her like a well-fed cat looking at a mouse it wanted to play with."

Ophelia blinked in confusion and was about to ask who he meant, when she remembered "That's right, I told them my name was Lili. Why'd I do that? I'm going to have to learn to respond to that or they're really not going to trust me."

"I'm not sneaking around!" she retorted indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest "This is the way to my room, I was just going to bed."

"Your room is on the opposite wing of the castle, did you forget, little spy?"

"I'm not a spy," she huffed "and my room is just around the corner, I remember from earlier when Mitsunari showed me."

"Then Mitsunari must have been a very poor tour guide, because your room is indeed on the other side of the castle." he looked amused, but that predatory light lurking behind his eyes was still there.

Ophelia hesitated "Really? I could have sworn it was here..." she trailed off as she looked up and down the hallway trying to regain her bearings.

"It's actually right near my room. Please allow me to escort you." Without waiting for an answer, Mitsuhide placed his hand on the small of Ophelia's back and steered her down the hallway in the opposite direction.

The halls were deserted as Mitsuhide guided Ophelia silently through the darkness.

"I wonder what his game is?" she thought suspiciously "And why is it making me feel some kind of way to have him touching me like this?!"

As if reading her mind, Mitsuhide slipped his hand around to her hip and tightened his fingers slightly, making Ophelia's stomach flip and her cheeks flush. She stared at the floor ahead of them, not wanting him to see the effect he was having on her.

"So, why take pains to take me to my room? You could have just given me directions." she was desperate to break the tension she felt in his presence, and hoped getting him to talk would help.

"I have to make sure you make it there. I still don't know if I can trust you, you might try to steal our war plans or even kill Lord Nobunaga in his sleep. I must take precautions."

Ophelia stopped in her tracks and gaped at him "Kill Nobunaga?! You really think I'm capable of that?"

He smirked at her "No, I don't. But that doesn't mean you're trustworthy."

She sighed in exasperation and let him continue leading her, at a loss for a smart response to his accusation.

The walk to the other side of the castle seemed to take ages. Ophelia was completely turned around, and had no idea where in the vast structure they were; he could be taking her to the dungeons for all she was aware. As she pondered these possibilities, she felt Mitsuhide's hand move again, this time from her hip to fully grasping her right ass cheek and giving it a squeeze.

"Mitsuhide, I-!" her protest was cut short when he laid a finger against her lips.

"Shh, we're here."

Looking around, Ophelia recognized the hallway and the door to the room she had been given. She was about to thank him for the escort and detach herself from his grasp, when he pulled her tight against his body.

"I still don't know if I believe your story about being lost," the look in his eyes was unreadable beyond its intensity "I'm going to have to ask you a few questions."

"Seriously? You want to interrogate me in the middle of the night?"

Keeping his hand firmly attached to her ass, Mitsuhide leaned down, bringing his face a hair's breadth away from hers and traced his fingers down her face, letting them come to rest on her lips "I'm sure you have plenty to tell me, whether you think so or not."

Ophelia felt a shiver run down her spine; not out of fear, strangely enough, this was more excitement and curiosity. "It's late, I'm sure you have better things to do." it was a weak argument, and she knew it. By then he had already backed her against a nearby door and his body was pressed flush against hers, trapping her there.

"I will alway have time to search out a possible danger to my lord." he reached past her and pushed the door open, his free hand moving to mirror the other's grip on her backside as he backed her through the doorway.

The room was dimly lit with several small lamps that the servants put out around bedtime. Ophelia's eyes were already accustomed to the dark, and she saw that he kept his sleeping quarters sparsely furnished, with not much more than a bed and a small writing table. "Makes sense, he is the most secretive one of the bunch." she thought.

Mitsuhide guided her over to stand next to the bed, where he turned her to face away from him, one hand splayed on her stomach while the other slid up her body to cup her chin. Bringing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered "Any last confessions before I have to coax them from your lips? I'd prefer it if you resist, it makes this much more interesting, but I am a generous man and I will give you the opportunity to save yourself some small amount of discomfort."

Ophelia shivered at feeling his warm breath on her neck "Something tells me that this isn't going to be the same kind of interrogation you would give to an enemy soldier." she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her Mitsuhide was very resourceful in getting people to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"You aren't just another enemy soldier, why would I treat you like one? Besides, if I like what you have to say, I can actually make this very enjoyable."

"Sounds like you're pretty excited to perform such a difficult task." she snarked.

His grip on her chin tightened "Showing a bit of fire already, I see. Good. That doesn't bode well for you, but I will enjoy subduing you all the more." The hand on her stomach moved to her obi, it's long, dexterous fingers working expertly to unfasten it and let it fall to the floor. He then slipped his arms under hers and guided her to step onto the bed, settling in a cross legged position with Ophelia in his lap.

She was both curious and apprehensive, enjoying the intense desire she felt rolling off Mitsuhide in waves, but also nervous about what he had planned.

After getting her where he wanted her, Mitsuhide placed Ophelia's hands on his thighs and lifted his to the collar of her kimono, running his fingers along the edges from the back of her neck to where it crossed over her chest. He nuzzled his face into the side of her neck as he began to slowly peel the layers of her clothing away, dropping soft kisses from her ear to her jaw and down her neck.

Ophelia arched her back against him, sighing shakily as she felt his fingers graze her skin. When he started to pull her kimono open, her hands shot up involuntarily to grasp his in an effort to prevent him from exposing her.

"Tsk, tsk, this difficult behavior is just making things harder for you, little spy," he scolded her "I was going to start so gently with you, but it seems you don't want that. I'll give you one more chance to keep your hands where I put them or I'll make sure you can't move them."

Ophelia heard him and nodded silently, taking a deep breath and deciding to do her best to control her protective impulses. She let out a squeak as he pulled her kimono open with both hands in one fluid motion, but managed to keep her hands firmly in place on his thighs, biting down on her lip to channel her anxiety elsewhere.

Her efforts were in vain however, because as soon as Mitsuhide brought his hands to her breasts, she instinctively brought hers up in a blocking motion.

Chuckling quietly, he took her hands in each of his and put them behind her back "You keep going against everything I tell you! And yet, it pleases me greatly because I do so love a challenge." pulling the silk scarf she wore from around her neck, he fastened her hands in place "I have many other ways of restraining you, so for your sake, I would stop struggling. But for mine, I hope you continue."

Setting her jaw, Ophelia was determined not to give him another reason to torture her further. She breathed in deeply again and did her best to calm her excited nerves. This time, she just managed a small jump when Mitsuhide's warm hands closed over her breasts.

"Ahh, that's better." he whispered, his voice smooth as silk as he he cupped her breasts and squeezed lightly, making her squirm "Now, for my questions."

Ophelia had so take slow, measured breaths in order to maintain her composure "How can he still want to question me when he's touching me like that?!" she thought desperately "He hasn't even really gotten started and it's already almost impossible for me to keep still. I'm so screwed!"

"Lili, are you aligned with any outside forces who want to do lord Nobunaga harm?" Mitsuhide's voice broke through her panicked musings. He had laid his face alongside hers and she felt completely enveloped by his presence..

"What? No! I would never help kill another human being."

"Hmm, I can tell by your heartbeat that you aren't lying." he murmured against her temple. "Now tell me, did you know of the assassination attempt on our lord's life?"

"Why would I save him if I was in on the attempt to kill him?" she gasped as his grip on her had tightened ever so slightly.

"Why, to ingratiate yourself here and earn our trust, of course. It's exactly what I would do if I had a beautiful young woman in my employ."

"Well I'm not you, Mitsuhide," she said, an undertone of anger in her voice "I don't create elaborate plots to betray people."

"More's the pity," he answered, unfazed by her offhanded accusation "I'm sure you could be quite skilled at espionage if you got rid of that pesky conscience of yours."

Ophelia was about to make a smart retort when he brought his fingers down to her nipples and pinched them lightly before rolling them between the pads of his thumb and middle fingers. Unprepared for that level of stimulation, she jerked violently, almost breaking herself free from his grip.

"And you've done it again," there was an unmistakable delight in his voice as he pulled her back to her place on his lap "I couldn't ask for a more perfect subject."

"I wasn't trying to get away!" she cried desperately "I was just surprised, I promise!"

"It doesn't matter," he told her as he reached to the side and produced another silk sash "you still need some discipline." He then tied the sash securely over her eyes, making sure her vision was completely obscured. He had just brought his hands back to her breasts and was about to start teasing her nipples again, when the door slid open.

"Mitsuhide! Everyone's gone to bed, come drink with- ah what have we here?"

Ophelia didn't recognized the voice; she'd hardly learned everyone's name that day, but it's tone was playful and a little bit wild.

"Ah, Masamune," the tone of Mitsuhide's voice indicated he wasn't the least put out by the sudden intrusion "I caught a potential spy sneaking around the castle halls, and I decided to interrogate her. Care to lend a hand?"

Even though she couldn't hear his footsteps, Ophelia could feel the other man's presence come closer.

"This is very serious, Mitsuhide,"

She could hear his voice coming from directly in front of her, and though she couldn't see him, Ophelia sensed that his one eye was glittering with interest.

"It is good that you caught her before she could do any real damage." there was the sound of a bottle being set on the floor "Has she admitted to anything yet?"

Ophelia almost couldn't believe that he fell in with Mitsuhide's plan without question "This is Masamune though, he seems like nothing shocks him and he's always willing to play along." she told herself.

"So far, she has denied having any ill will toward our lord, as well as having anything to do with the attempt on his life. She seems to be telling the truth, but there is always the possibility that she is holding something back. Would you care to try your hand at getting it out of her?"

The bed sagged in front of Ophelia and she could tell that Masamune was now directly in front of her. She held her breath, unsure of what would happen next, and unwilling to react too strongly for fear that Mitsuhide would take away another of her senses. As she was expecting for him to start asking her questions, she felt the lip of a bottle touch her lips"

"Here, maybe this will loosen your tongue."

The bottle was tipped up, and Ophelia got a large mouthful of sake poured between her lips. Again unprepared, she swallowed as quickly as possible, but ended up not being able to drink it fast enough, and it overflowed her mouth and dripped onto her bare breasts that Mitsuhide was still holding. She heard a chuckle, and let out a surprised yelp when she felt a tongue swipe along her skin to lick up the sake.

"She's a reactive one, isn't she?" she heard Masamune say, the closeness of his voice telling her that it had been him who licked the sake off her breasts.

"She is. Which is why I had to blind and restrain her," Mitsuhide answered "I considered gagging her, but that might get in the way."

"We can't have that, she needs her mouth." Masamune agreed with a laugh "Perhaps she just needs another pair of hands." he cupped Ophelia's face in both of his hands and ran a thumb across her lips before letting go and slipping his fingers under the edges of her kimono that still clung to her shoulders, drawing the garment down around her waist.

Ophelia heard him hum with approval at what he saw; she was then taken by surprise when she felt him grip her shoulders and bring his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Her shock wore off quickly and she melted into him, opening her mouth and letting him slip his tongue inside, letting out a little whimper when she felt Mitsuhide's hands tighten on her breasts, a finger circling one of her nipples.

The three of them continued this way until Ophelia was breathless and pushing her back against Mitsuhide, fighting to both express her desire while not make him think she was trying to fight back.

"She seems so eager, but how do we know she's just not a very good actress?" Masamune asked when he pulled back and stopped kissing her for a moment.

"Why don't we find out for ourselves?"

Mitsuhide's voice in her ear made Ophelia's breath hitch, a reaction that was intensified exponentially when he let go of one of her breasts and slid his hand down her stomach, slipping it beneath the waist of her kimono. She writhed in his grasp when she felt one of his long, dexterous fingers through the folds of her sex and press the pad of it against her opening.

"It appears she's being honest." he said as he pulled his hand from between her legs and rubbed his fingers together, inspecting the way her arousal created little silver threads between them and holding them up to show Masamune. He then held them up to his mouth and licked them off, letting his eyes slip closed as he tasted her "Divine." Returning his hand to her sex, he swirled his finger around her several times, and slipped it inside of her, making her arch her back and press the back of her head into the crook of his neck.

Masamune had taken the opportunity to turn his attentions toward the breast that Mitsuhide let go of, and closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking lightly and flicking his tongue over the hardening nub, making Ophelia whine in the process.

"I never thought I'd end up being shared by two warlords from ages past," Ophelia thought to herself incredulously "and that I'd be enjoying it? Not in my wildest fantasies. I don't want to beg, but I wish they'd just put me out of my misery already!" She was proud of herself because through it all, she hadn't moved her hands from where Mitsuhide had placed them on his thighs; she was determined to not give him another reason to take away one more of her senses.

Finding her able to handle one of his fingers, Mitsuhide slipped another into her heat, scissoring his fingers and stretching her little by little before curling them upward and making Ophelia cry out when he stroked a place deep inside her that she didn't even knew she had. "There it is." he crooned in her ear "Now tell Masamune and I what we want to hear. Sing, little songbird." he continued stroking her sensitive spot while Masamune began sucking on her breast in earnest while he closed a hand over the other, Mitsuhide having let go of it to hold Ophelia's hips still.

So much stimulation proved too much for Ophelia, and she was soon tumbling over the precipice of her release, ecstatic moans falling from her lips as she dug her fingers into Mitsuhide's legs..

When she had stopped trembling, Mitsuhide pulled his hand up again and admired the way her orgasm dripped from his fingers, before once again licking it off of them. "Masamune, you really should taste her, she's absolutely heavenly."

Masamune had released Ophelia's breasts from his grasp and was looking at her hungrily as she lay there panting, her body sagging against Mitsuhide. "I believe I will." he said before grabbing her by the knees and pulling her from sitting up in Mitsuhide's lap to half laying with her legs on either side of her hips. Then, instead of taking off his clothes like Ophelia was expecting, he dropped to his stomach and hooked his arms under her legs, pulling her kimono out of the way and exposing her to him completely.

Ophelia squeaked in surprise and tried to close her legs, but he was already between them and defeated her quite easily.

"She's so soft and smooth, Mitsuhide," he said as he looked her over, making her blush insufferably "I've never seen a pussy like this before, I like it."

Ophelia was just about to protest and tell him to shut up when she felt him envelop her heat with his mouth and drag his tongue over her clit. She was still feeling the effects of the orgasm she had just had, and her whole body was like a bare nerve, overexcited by every sensation, so the feeling of Masamune's skilled tongue flicking over her most sensitive areas and probing inside of her was overwhelming and it wasn't long before her legs were shaking under the effects of her second powerful orgasm.

"Now that we've deemed you not a threat and given you a welcome befitting a true Oda princess," Mitsuhide spoke as he lifted her limp form from his lap and kissed her before pushing her toward Masamune onto her hands and knees "I believe it's time you return the favor."

Ophelia tried to lift her head toward Masamune, but her arms buckled beneath her.

"Poor lass, looks like she's unused to be treated like royalty," she heard Masamune say with a chuckle "I suppose we can accommodate her."

She felt herself being lifted in their strong arms and deposited on her back, her head hanging just off the edge of the bed.

"Is that better, lass?"

Ophelia nodded her head, and then felt the movements of them getting undressed, cursing her inability to hold still that had taken away the pleasure of seeing them.

Masamune moved first, having knelt at the end of the bed, he smoothed her hair out of the way, and tipped her head farther back. She then felt him run f his hand over her cheek as something smooth and stiff pressed against her lips. When she opened her mouth, he fed the head of his cock into it, going slowly so as not to startle her and cause her throat to close up.

As Masamune was easing his cock into her mouth, Ophelia felt Mitsuhide grip her thighs and pull them apart, and settled himself between them. He slid both hands up the front of her thighs and let them sit in the seam that separated it from her low abdomen, a spot perfect for allowing him to smooth his thumbs through her folds, and spread them apart.

"It looks like you are ready at last." he said in that same silky voice that had whispered in her ear.

She felt one hand remove itself from her thigh, but was quickly replaced by the head of Mitsuhide's cock, and he began to push it inside of her, as Masamune was doing to her throat. Keeping her breathing even, she was able to take them both in, emitting a low sigh when they were both fully seated within her.

After letting her get used to the feeling, Masamune and Mitsuhide began pulling out and pressing into Ophelia in perfect concert, setting a strong pace.

As she became accustomed to their rhythm, Ophelia was able to let her throat relax, allowing Masamune to press in deeper. It was her turn to enjoy the sounds of their heavy breathing and groans of pleasure.

"Ah, my pretty lass, you're doing so well," Masamune had brought his hands up to cradle the back of her head and neck, and was stroking his thumbs along her throat, murmuring praise and encouragement "you have such a beautiful mouth, and it's so much more lovely watching it take my cock in so deep."

Ophelia moaned in response, the vibration of her voice dragging a grunt from him.

Not to be outdone, Mitsuhide leaned over Ophelia as he continued to thrust into her; sliding one hand under her low back, he angled her hips so he could push even farther inter her, while kneading one of her breasts with the other hand. He then began to pepper her other breast with kisses, "You taste so much sweeter when I know we can trust you," he whispered, his voice teasing "but you're so soft, I could just devour you." He closed his mouth over her nipple and flicked his tongue over it and proceeded to suck hard enough that Ophelia knew she would wear the evidence the next day.

All three of them were growing closer to their mutual release; Ophelia had gained some of her strength back and was doing her best to emphasize their movements with her own. She had begun pressing her tongue against Masamune's cock, undulating it along his length, while at the same time lifting her hips to meet Mitsuhide's thrusts. She could feel the men starting to reach their own peak, their movements becoming faster and less controlled.

As if all that stimulation wasn't enough, Mitsuhide reached down and started to stroke Ophelia's clit with the pad of his middle finger, making little circles over her sensitive flesh.

Unable to cry out with Masamune's cock filling her throat, Ophelia twisted and writhed beneath them, driven nearly mad from the way she was being touched.

"Alright, lass, time to let go. Let's hear that pretty voice of yours for real." Masamune's voice was tight with the strain. He and masamune exchanged nods and and doubled their efforts, sinking themselves into Ophelia's quivering flesh with reckless abandon, their hands roving all over her body, fingers searching out each and every erogenous zone.

She was soon sent crashing through her orgasm, both her throat and pussy clenching around the cocks filling her up, and instigating their own climax.

"Masamune!" Mitsuhide called his name, and on cue, they both pulled themselves from Ophelia's body and spilled their release all over her.

The next thing she knew, she was opening her eyes to Mitsuhide rubbing her cheeks while Masamune held her in his lap.

"There she is." Mitsuhide laughed "How are you feeling, Lili?"

She blinked several times and smiled through her haze "Good. Amazing actually, thank you."

They both chuckled "What a polite little lass." Masamune remarked and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Then, looking up at Mitsuhide "Shall we take her to one of the baths to get her cleaned up? I know how you like your bed empty, so I'll take her to sleep in mine."

Mitsuhide nodded "Yes, we should all get bathed. And that's fine, though I think I would like to make an exception for her next time."

"Next time?" Ophelia's head popped up, her eyes sparkling.

"Why of course. You really think we'd taste a treasure like you only once?" Mitsuhide shook his head with a smirk on his face.

"You had better get used to sleepless nights for quite a while, lass." Masamune chimed in.

Ophelia giggled when he swept her up into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and laying her head against his shoulder. "Maybe this place won't be so bad after all."