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BET YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THIS!
I'm kidding. Let's just say that I've regained my love to write.
Enjoy!
Lemon Warning! Very Dark disturbing themes, ahead!
You've been warned!
Reborn.
That'd be a word for it.
Tatsumi lay on the floor, cold and naked. Pale as a ghost, yet also, crimson red in complexion. Comatose. Like a newborn, without cries. Which wasn't so far away from the truth, really. His body had been forcefully been regressed back years from what it was once, at eighteen years. To a larval state. Tatsumi had been sixteen years old, on the day of his fated meeting with Esdeath.
But now, Tatsumi's age was impossible to guess accurately. Not only had Tatsumi's mind, forced to regress in his desperation to survive.
His body, too.
His physical shape hadn't been able to withstand the punishment forced upon it by Rogers' trap, or Stylish's destructive bomb. What had survived the explosive blast, shielded itself inside of the swallowed Incursio, to rebirth itself from its husk.
With little and so less to work with, Tatsumi's biology was backed into a corner. Accept a temporary lesser, weakened state as a man in a childish adult body or die stillborn in a dead cocoon.
Clearly, Tatsumi embodied utter refusal to die at this point.
He accepted this, least on an unconscious level, as he did not want to perish.
Deep inside of himself. Tatsumi wanted to create the family that Esdeath yearned for, as well. His bestial side, wish nought but to breed with Esdeath until they were both assured a healthy infant child. From the cracked shell, ...As a piece, by piece came away, Tatsumi's Incursio dropped to the floor by the boy's side. No sign of Makoto's own yet. Sliding over to him on the ice-laden floor.
This, Esdeath felt and heard. Felt, she had simply thought Makoto had stirred slightly when Tatsumi had emerged from his cocoon. Hardening her grip around his tiny waist, letting a hard hiss out subconsciously, as she refused to be separated from her spawn.
This idleness soon changed, when Incursio was revealed from its self-imposed prison. Tatsumi's body had actually been awakened, way early than Incursio had intended. Esdeath had caused that, by deeply desiring a reunion with her beloved mate.
The oppressive sensations of love, lust and desire empowered by the Ice Demon's Extract had penetrated the seal that Incursio had placed on Tatsumi's body.
Not only that, she had removed him from the protective soil of dirt in the wasteland, in exchange for a womb of ice instead.
This wasn't entirely bad of a situation for the Demon Dragon. In his larval state, he'd simply cling to the side of Esdeath by instinct. Lesser, weaker creatures often did so, to survive by hiding themselves in groups of stronger beings.
Fortunately, Tatsumi's current weak state was only a temporary condition and a needed one, to endure. He could rely on Esdeath's love, to facilitate his true rebirth. She'd feed him, bathe him and keep him safe from disease and illness.
This would be a blessing for sure, as even Tatsumi's current heart-wrenching adorableness, wouldn't be able to protect him from the horrors of the Imperial Capital. Without family or loved ones, he'd be easy prey to the sadistic figures that lurked in the dark, preying on the homeless and weak in the city.
Without no family to protect him, he'd surely die. Creatures such as the vile Honest kept a keen eye for such a weakness. They had one now.
Youth.
The hair on Tatsumi's small head was shorter, and they'd be no hair on his body whatsoever. Such as it was before, Tatsumi's body now only produced hair on the other regions of his body when it'd be required. Colder weather, or the like.
Incursio's physical alterations remained, however. Tatsumi's muscular physique was mercifully kept, look of innocence aside, this was still the Beast that had existed before.
Only slowed down, as a price for a costly revival.
Freeing herself from the wall of ice, only adjusting herself slightly, to place Makoto's sleeping form back into its icy warmth. Esdeath approached the boy, on the floor. With careful, steady steps and a lowered poise with closed eyes.
As if she wasn't exactly aware of what, laid in front of her. Dressed in nothing but a shirt, she sniffed the air near the boy. The ice melted from the floor and the walls as warmth grew once more in her heart, only remaining on the wall she kept her sleeping son affixed to.
It only took moments, but she knew. Eyes opened, she smiled and cried. Lifting her beloved up, she noticed a horrible gruesome scar, resting on his tiny chest. The tears stopped, then instead of being angry.
Esdeath simply smiled more, stroking her lover's cheek softly. She knew this had become of Tatsumi, because of his refusal to stay by her side, where he'd be safe. This was evidence, he could not exist without her.
Even now in his smaller form, he was still her lover. She wouldn't change her feelings, even temporarily for this inconvenience. It was vastly more preferable to the convenience of his broken body, she was forced to endure as a result of the Death Tagool Trap used by the departed Great General Budo.
He was hers, regardless of his state. She had claimed him, with a tight collar and a strong lick of her tongue on the day they met.
And so, she claimed him once more, with a deep lick against his cheek.
Then she kissed him, deep.
Deep.
Tongue included, she kissed him so hard and rough. Spit-trails were soon seen glimmering at the conclusion of the admittedly, sloppy, heated kiss. Esdeath did not care as to how she'd be perceived now. By anyone, whatsoever.
Anyone who tried to accurse her of seemingly touching a minor would simply be put to the bloody cross outside of the Capital, after some lengthy horrific torture, of course.
In Esdeath's mind, Tatsumi's body hadn't changed as it was still hers. She'd ignore anyone's feelings of discomfort or dismay at this behaviour from anyone if they truly were as shocked by it as they'd say they were, then they'd best hope they could best her in single-combat.
Pious, or righteous moral go-gooders weren't to be suffered. Esdeath refused to ignore her deep womanly lust, and the pure joyous love she felt for Tatsumi and his body.
It did not matter if Tatsumi was unconscious at this point, and could not consent. She had waited, waited and waited for this. Intimacy would be restored, regardless of what form of Tatsumi it was achieved with. Taking him close, she buried her face deep against his shorter hair, taking a hold of it by the hand tight. Sniffing deeply, with a calm smile.
"Honestly, ...I could never be satisfied with a simple box of pathetic strands, not when I could have this back in my possession." Esdeath sighed in bliss, carnal bliss. She squeezed him tight, compressing herself hard against his tiny frame.
Sighing further, as she felt relief beyond measure at this. Esdeath had never been shy about expressing her love for Tatsumi. Verbal, or physical. As such, she had no ability, or sense to perceive her current behaviour was outrightly wrong and horrific. The parallels of herself and Nouken grew.
She did not care.
Nouken was a vile creature, she was no different. Esdeath simply never saw what she was doing with Tatsumi as an affront to his bodily rights, as they no longer existed. Perhaps they might've existed in the past, before Fallhaven.
But he had cruelly abandoned her in the company of other women, so as of now. Rape was simply something Esdeath refused to consider as something she was capable of or doing to Tatsumi.
They were in love, they deeply were in love.
She refused to believe anything else.
Esdeath steadied Tatsumi properly in her arms, as she laid him down over on their bed, despite her reservations of breaking their touch so soon. "I'll be back, stay there."
"...Darling, I believe you'll find your bed considerably more comfortable." Esdeath melted the ice on the wall, with a mere thought. Evaporating into vapour as the rest had done, Esdeath had no desire to damage the temporary residence she lived in.
Especially when she had become able to use it once more, as an actual residence. The nest was still a nest, of course. "Mommy's sorry for putting you in such a state, but she's better now."
"Much better."
"Now, let's tuck you in." Esdeath quietly hummed, as she stroked Makoto's thigh lovingly. Taking great pride in carrying him as she walked, Makoto's own descend in age greatly pleased Esdeath.
He felt so much more as hers, which itself was a feeling already impossible to shake. Nonetheless, she loved him as if she was the Ice Queen who had nurtured him in her own womb. Makoto's esteemed place in her family, would not end or cease when she had bore children into the world.
For she owed everything to him and his efforts, she smiled warmly.
Opening the doorway, laying him down underneath the bed's covers. Tucking him in, as she had bid. The once cold gaze of the Ice Queen had melted, she felt ceaseless bliss at being given back this joy. So happy, she had even forgotten of the many injustices she had suffered at Fallhaven at Tatsumi's hands. She only had love in her heart now.
Kissing her sleeping treasure softly on the forehead, and then to his scalp.
"Goodnight, my darling prince." She quietly whispered, love woven in her soft tones.
Esdeath soon left the confines of Makoto's bedroom, but not before picking up a few of his discarded toys back to their proper places on shelves. Maternal to a fault.
The Ice Queen closed the door behind herself. She looked around the bedroom she shared, once again, with Tatsumi. No longer would she endure sleep's misery alone, as it was a misery no longer. Esdeath breathed inwards, then out. Relieved, she felt complete. Without a single thought of stopping in her mind, whatsoever.
Esdeath walked forwards, taking Incursio from the floor to lock it securely into their family's sword mount, close by the bedside. Looming over Tatsumi's sleeping body, back at his side. Esdeath pulled a preserved bottle of wine, from the bedside nightstand.
Forgoing a glass, the Ice Queen simply enjoyed it by the bottle in victory. Drinking its liquids, as if it were the blood of her defeated slain enemy.
She drank it all. Dropping it to the soft carpet floor, moments later in disinterest.
"This is a fine wine, indeed. ...Delicious, even. But wine or water will never compare to the taste of you, my love." Esdeath gently stroked Tatsumi's thigh, fingernails slid against him. Slightly digging into his flesh, to stimulate him in his unconsciousness.
Keenly aware of his body's weak points, and on cue. The side she had wanted to awaken, woke up. "Oh, my... Tatsumi, ...And here I thought I'd have to be gentle with you."
Esdeath bit her lower lip, trying to keep calm and focused.
"It's so very pleasing to see, aside from muscle mass, you managed to retain this... Fortunate aspect, too." Giddy lustful hisses were uttered, as she commented on the surprise of this lower half's intact measurement.
Tyrant's alterations stayed, as even at this state, Tatsumi retained the ability to produce children. The horrifying paradox of his body, aside. Even in this state, Tatsumi was sexually mature. Esdeath loved this, twisted and awful as it was. "Let's get rid of this... Absence of intimacy between us, Tatsumi."
"Let's be lovers, once more," Esdeath whispered. Slowly, but readily removing her shirt away. "I've waited, so long for this..."
"Yet again, I have been deprived of your touch for an unbearable amount of time... Your sweet love, but no more."
"Our relationship hasn't been as sexual, ...As we'd both like, that I know." Esdeath breathed out deeply, then she came over Tatsumi's resting body. Kneeling down at each of his sides, to entrap him. Gripping the bed's sheets, at the side of his head. "This is where that ends, Tatsumi."
"Our glorious purpose, as man... And woman meets the head of its climax tonight, joined as one for only love instead of lust." Esdeath's announcement was utter lies, least when talk of love and lust was involved. Predatory lust had consumed the woman ages ago, she was literally wet with anticipation.
The heat continued to rise at Esdeath's chest and her womanhood. Tellingly, she hadn't groomed herself in a while.
Way too distracted to do so, so she was all natural currently.
She wasn't distracted, now. Esdeath leaned back, having decided to engage in some foreplay instead of simply rushing into the main event. The delight of Tatsumi's lessened form was the inability for him to escape or struggle. Even if he woke up, ...Which he then did, he could not escape. "Uuuh... Where?"
"...Tatsumi. You're awake." Esdeath looked surprised but sounded as if she was upset at the fact he was awake instead of relieved. "...I am, ...I'm back, ...Here?"
"You're in our bedroom, ...We're about to make a baby, Tatsumi." Esdeath leaned forwards completely, compressing her heaving breasts hard against his chest. "A... Baby?"
"Yes, a healthy happy baby. Boy, or girl. ...I honestly could not give a single care what, ...Tatsumi." Tatsumi seized up, ...This was horrible, he couldn't remember much of what had happened. Everything was a blur and he could only remember pieces of his journey to the Capital.
His body, felt lighter and weird. But he felt something growing inside him, a feeling of indifference...? Then he discovered it, ...Had somebody played an awful prank on him?
"I've waited far enough for this, ...I won't be denied anymore, Tatsumi."
He was younger. He began to sweat profusely, as Esdeath's hands played with his chest. His stomach twisted in tight knots, Tatsumi knew that if he gave into lust now then they'd be no escape for him.
His mission, ...He had to hold unto it, if he couldn't last one night then he wouldn't last one second. Then to escape. Taking a deep breath of air before things could proceed any more uncomfortably further.
He yelled. "...I love somebody else, Esdeath! I can't do this with you!"
Now dressed in uniform, and denied once more.
Esdeath carried an unconscious Tatsumi by the throat tightly with a hard grip, his feet knocked against the floor with each stride she made. His face, bruised and bloody.
Shaken by the revelation, Esdeath dragged him across the Palace's hallways, straight to the dungeons. She had sealed the entrance to her quarter's up, to ensure Makoto's sleep was undisturbed and then dressed Tatsumi in her shirt.
General Morgana had already been pulled from her private quarters in the Palace to assist her whims, waiting at the dungeon's entrance as requested, having moved on ahead.
Esdeath had opted to simply walk in cold silence, to the dungeons.
She did not know if Tatsumi's words were true, which they weren't. But, as previously vowed. Esdeath would not take a chance that some whore hadn't stepped too close to her man in her unwanted absence. Until Morgana had surveyed the depths of Tatsumi's mind, to locate the truth of his words, she would not rest.
Esdeath mentally kicked herself for falling so wantonly to lust's call, neglecting to do this soon as she was able but...
It was hard to endure it, as it always had been. A week before she had found Tatsumi, Esdeath's eyes spotted two insects mating on a windowsill as she passed by the Palace's long corridors to speak with Imperial Officials, men who supported Honest in his tireless work of letting corruption grow in the Empire.
She had only been able to observe them for a single moment before jealously took root.
The window and everything near it was destroyed with a simple angry punch.
What cruel irony, truly. How could insects, with no higher purpose, be permitted to breed when they liked? She felt the same of humans, who knew nothing of being in love as deeply as she was.
Reunited with her mate, ...She would work hard to train him properly, to be a good boy. And if not, a good breeding stud instead. She knew he had it in him to behave, she only had to use... The assets she had acquired, to their full extent.
Soon, he'd learn.
The dungeons, they arrived. Tatsumi's limp, small body was thrown against a rack. Esdeath applied the binds, tying him up against each corner. Applying a belt across the waist, to preserve his modesty. Usually meant for a man's waist, it fitted perfectly for somebody of Tatsumi's current size. "Great General...! I wasn't aware of your... Other lover's existence."
"This is Tatsumi. There is no one else." Esdeath harshly replied. Morgana's false assumption was because aside from Tatsumi appearing different from what she had seen him as, even in her angry frustration.
She had applied the hard restraints, with certain care she did not give to anyone who ended up on the torture rack. The softness of her movements betrayed exactly how she felt about him. "He looks different... Did you feed him anything weird?"
"Do you want me to call Doctor Stylish, Great General?"
"Shut up, ...If I wanted you for your tongue, I'd pull up a chair. Now silence your tongue, before I take it from you." Esdeath hissed, arms tightly folded then she pointed directly at Morgana's hat, which hid the Teigu Spectator. "Be useful, ...Read his mind, scan through his memories."
"Memories? ...I can do that, sure."
"I want everything you can see from the moment he left my side, ...And I want to see it myself." She had to see it herself. As painful as it may be, ...She needed a face to begin a whore-hunt. The bloody rest would come later, in time. In due time.
She'd start another war if that's what it took. It was what she was best at, after all. "...As you wish, as you're tagging along for the ride. Try to keep your head."
"Begin, now. Do not delay."
"Alright... Here we go." Without trying to stall, on the threat of torture. Morgana activated Spectator's ability to peer deeper into one's mind. By close proximity alone, Esdeath shared in the insight. And to her delight, ...She saw that Tatsumi's beloved was herself alone.
As a way to gain Esdeath's better side, Morgana had revealed Tatsumi's important one and used it effectively, in a rare non-combat instance. Morgana was lucky, however.
If she had waited a second later, ...The image would've switched over, to a very familiar Teigu user.
They walked through Tatsumi's memories, as they revealed themselves. Looking through his eyes, Esdeath seethed greatly at the way Tatsumi interacted with Wave, Kurome and the rest of Night Raid. So casually, so peacefully.
So... Normal. Then she almost snapped, as Tatsumi's tired eyes came on Akame. She felt how Tatsumi's vision shook in guilt, every time his eyes passed over her arm.
Esdeath only felt pride and happiness at this view. Wishing she had taken more, so much more.
Her head, for instance.
Then, she heard it. The time she had left, to create a family. Three years, until Night Raid returned to the shores of the Empire from Wakku. Three whole years to create a family until she'd meet Akame once more on the battlefield for a final time. Three years to break her mate's rebellious spirit.
This news, ...Was perfect, she had become saddened at the thought of Akame leaving the Empire's confines completely with no intention to return to it, she had suffered many injustices at the One-Cut Killer's hands.
Even if she wanted to create a relatively peaceful Empire and state of affairs, for the sake of children.
...She wanted war on the outside of the bubble she'd weave, chaos and destruction.
Everyone else would burn in the fires of the war she'd create, for all she cared.
The next slide in the showreel played, ...A grassy hilltop. A figure she only barely recognized, ...A Night Raid member for certain, she was sure of that. But one she did not consider any meaningful threat to her ambitions, until now.
This woman, ...It was her. A deep, pleading love confession was earnestly given to Tatsumi. And it was no ploy, Esdeath knew that. If anything else, she knew what love looked like in a woman's eyes. She saw it every time she peered into a mirror, ...She loved Tatsumi.
Then she kissed him deeply.
And Tatsumi kissed back, strongly.
"No..."
Esdeath wasn't the only one who saw it, Morgana did too.
"NO."
The mental sightseeing cracked, but not before displaying Tatsumi's reluctant rejection of Leone to the Ice Queen. Esdeath's loud cry of indignation and pain pierced, even the stone walls surrounding them as Spectator's hold was broke.
"TATSUMI...!"
This ended with the woman's hand crashing down violently on Tatsumi's chest, breaking the wooden rack completely into splinters as Tatsumi fell through it to hit the cold stone floor. Waking up immediately, she stood over him. Loomed over him, he laid in sticks of wood. Unable to even stand, only gasp weakly. Tatsumi's body shook violently, as Esdeath forced a powerful kick into his side. Then, another.
Then another.
Each kick delivered with a vicious growl of womanly rage to accompany it.
It continued until Tatsumi was forced to roll over unto his side. Coughing up blood profusely. Trying his best to shield his chest, his vital area. He surely had broken something by the felt pain exploded, with each gasp of air.
A heel came down directly on his ribcage, at his side. Driving it further for added pain.
Tatsumi gave up trying to mask or hide his pain. He let a shrill cry out, forcing Morgana to look away, out of barely concealed pity. In the state that Tatsumi was, it'd appear as if Esdeath was overpowering a defenceless child. Even Tatsumi's hands, as they tried to pull Esdeath's foot from his body, weren't able to do anything meaningful.
Mind was a plaything of the body, and Tatsumi was no different in this regard. His weaker body, caused the pain to hurt tenfold. His eyes closed, trying to hide tears of pain from being seen.
Then she asked, "Why?"
"I have given you everything... I... I can't understand any of this!" Esdeath yelled, she had been so close to having him back. Only for its joy to be ruined, by the whims of another woman. And ironic as it may be, the one Esdeath least suspected or feared. A nobody, a simple unappealing woman.
But now she knew who she was.
The lioness beast, who had yet to be skinned and maimed. Aside from Akame's demise, Leone's death was the second priority.
It'd be now that Esdeath fully decided to eradicate every last trace of Night Raid, ...They'd be tortured, the two of them til' death. They'd be no mercy or offers of accepting surrender given. Inori would prove useful in the coming days, very useful.
Their corpses used to send messages to the rest of the Imperial and its would-be hopeful rebels.
"You can not imagine... How much this hurts me, Tatsumi." Esdeath lowly spoke, heel firmly in place, digging further.
"But you've hurt me so very badly, ...I won't forgive you for this, ...Not for a long while." Esdeath clicked her tongue, "I may never forgive you, ...If I don't get what I want, ...And soon."
"...I have an idea, Great General." Morgana unwisely spoke, trying to cease the ongoing violence for her own sake, not Tatsumi's. She knew they'd be no chance of her involving herself further in the Great General's future plans if she only saw her as a cause of pain by proxy. "Why don't you simply take another lover, ...Surely, you're a woman of great need, or a simple kiss would do?"
"You could take anyone you want."
In her haste to prevent a violent death in her midst, Morgana had utterly and quite foolishly forgotten what Esdeath had told her earlier. Rewarded, with a swift kick across the head, sending her flying away into a set of Dungeon Cell bars.
Unconscious and bleeding, to boot. The dungeons themselves, look relatively lavish with maintenance and care. They were dungeons reserved for the elite, or least, important prisoners they wanted to keep sane during their incarceration. "...I expected a woman such as yourself to understand, but... I was wrong about you, Morgana."
"It seems you've taken me for a petty, loose woman who's willing to sink to the level of subhuman... "women" who freely betray their lovers to filth." Esdeath sighed, disappointed. Very disappointed.
"Simply, out of childish spite." Esdeath, at last, moved her eyes away from Tatsumi's laying bruised body. "My lover's attractiveness to others is not of his own fault. I won't punish him for being swarmed by such female admiration. We are the same, we attract many eyes of lust and love."
"My man is a stud, through and through." She proudly commented, midst violent fury.
"But it is when he acts on it, is when he needs to be taught a lesson." Esdeath took Tatsumi by the throat, once more, as she pulled him up strongly from the stone floor's cold and into the cold of her unrelenting grip. Eyeing him intensely, keeping a tight hold on his neck. Almost able to fit her whole hand's reach around it.
Esdeath once again.
Kissed him on the lips, way stronger and far more aggressive this time. Desiring to take back fully what she had felt, lost. The blood from Tatsumi's mouth only intensified the kiss, Esdeath finished it with a bite at the bottom lip. Half-tempted to tear it off, then eat it. "...You've been a very bad boy, Tatsumi."
"Until you've learnt to love me, you're going to stay behind bars. You'll stay where I can see you, ...Where you're in a position to be trained."
"Agnn... Hnnn..." Tatsumi weakly moaned as powerless wasn't a word for it. Gritting his bloodied teeth together, "You can't..."
"Oh, but I can." Esdeath's eyes widened drastically, displaying an accompanying maddened grin.
"You see, I've been a very busy Mommy recently, you know." Esdeath eerily smiled, opening a nearby empty cell door. Mercifully, one with modest furnishings, a straw bed and a flushable toilet. "I have two of your loved ones, locked away in the Palace, too. They belong to me, now."
"If you had simply done as I bid, ...You'd have been reunited with them on better circumstances."
"Besides, if it wasn't for your... Current state, you might've felt their presence close by us anyway." Esdeath laughed, she tried to toss Tatsumi directly on the bed. Unintentionally, he hit against the wall instead, Esdeath's volatile emotional state had caused her to put way too much power into her throw. "Esdeath... You don't..."
"Who, you may ask?"
"Your Father. ...And your friend, or well, your dead friend's bratty cousin." No punches were pulled in her delivery, whatsoever.
What?, Tatsumi thought.
"My... Father? ...Inori?"
"I'll have plenty of time to play with them in the Torture Chambers as you rot in here for a few days as you learn to behave, Tatsumi." Esdeath declared, licking a stray bit of Tatsumi's blood on her lip. "Learn to be a good boy, and they may escape the need for physical therapy afterwards."
"...You bitch! Stay away from them, ...I'll kill you for this!"
"Mental therapy is something they'll always have a need of." Esdeath shrugged, nonchalantly. "You'll be lucky if you recognize them at the end of it, or if they recognize you."
"People retreat to such wonderful places when they've hit their limit. ...They regress." Esdeath explained, then added. "Quite like you, Tatsumi."
"I do wonder how long it'll take for your mind to start falling in line with its appearance, then maybe you'll listen to what I say."
Tatsumi seethed, hissed in frustration. Instead of laying against the bed, in agony to lick his wounds as his body yearned. He leapt up, took hold of the bars and virtually began trying to pull them apart by bare hand. "I'll tear you into pieces, then... Then...I'll eat you up, I won't leave anything of you left...!"
"...Tough luck, my darling. You won't be able to destroy those bars, ...I built them for you, Tatsumi."
"What're you mean, ...Quit the bullshit, I'll break these bars then break you...!" Then he saw it, ...Above, on the ceiling. Words messily scrawled directly above the bed, so that whenever he'd rest and lay on his back. He'd see them.
"YOU ARE MINE."
Now, Tatsumi let go of the bars and then fell to the floor on his ass.
She was crazy.
Insane, even.
Had she prepared all of this, for him? Then he realized, the other cells, weren't individual cells at all. They were simply parts of a larger cell that could be opened individually to connect with the cell he was in, ...His cell.
Then he collapsed, ...His body mercifully gave out as he fell unconscious.
She hated this. Loathed it, ...Everything about this and the way she felt, wasn't right. She had not enjoyed any of it. Even now, as she walked through the Palace's empty halls at midnight, to return to their own residence.
To a bed, she had to sleep in alone. Esdeath sniffed and licked at her hand, which had grabbed Tatsumi so closely, by the throat. She felt weak, once more, but not empty.
She had him in her grasp, now.
He wasn't going anywhere, Esdeath had assigned Seryu to Tatsumi's guard detail and she knew, very well, that Seryu would not let any escape attempt slide, or give into Tatsumi's pleads.
His meals and bathing would be handled by herself exclusively when she had time away from her duties. Makoto could not be returned to his lessons, as she felt somebody at Makoto's new age, shouldn't bother themselves with the ways of the world.
They'd learn that, from their parents.
His doctrine and ideology were to be forged by his creators, as of right and proper sense. Esdeath, however, was patient. She would suffer this horrible injustice, instead of acting in vengeful retaliation for once, mercy given only to few.
Esdeath would not freeze the oceans, to Wakku in the hunt for Night Raid. Instead, she'd wait for prey to arrive on her shores instead, ...But she had every intention of making their experience upon their return as miserable as she wanted them to be.
Naturally, they'd be met with banners of their love flying across the city. Statues of herself and Tatsumi, locked in embrace and news of their numerous children's deeds being shown on every paper.
She refused the quiet side of herself that simply wanted Tatsumi and Makoto to vanish from the picture, so she could resume actively destroying the Empire's enemies in combat, she knew that combat against infinitely weak foes wouldn't satisfy her anymore.
She was a true woman, now. But she yearned to progress on the journey of womanhood, to feel life gestate within' her very core.
Esdeath thought nothing of how she had almost raped an unconscious Tatsumi in the bed, an hour or two ago. Of course, she may have felt regret over it, if Tatsumi hadn't hurt her so badly at Fallhaven. Maybe, even worry.
But she no longer felt held back by such concepts, and once they were blissfully wed. Tatsumi would not be able to have any say in what she did to him.
What she did feel horrible over, however. Was what she had done to him back in the dungeons, she may have gone overboard, she figured that now. This was the opposite of love, and she knew it. Even now, she yearned to care for him.
But he had betrayed her to some harlot, which proved she hadn't broken his spirit to her whims as much as she had originally thought of.
Then she smiled eerily as crimson moonlight shone through the Palace's nearby window. "I do hope you're enjoying your innocent domestic bliss with Kurome, Wave."
"Enjoy it, ...Whilst I allow it to last."
The next day. Esdeath sat on the opposite end of the long table, Honest sat on the other end. Eating a dishful of expensive meats, Makoto and the Emperor were together as usual whenever Esdeath and Honest were in meetings.
Playing together as young boys, did. The Emperor was notably confused because of his friend's vast change in stature, but he shrugged it off. The only thing that really mattered was that he had his best friend back.
Esdeath drank her wine, "So, Tatsumi has been imprisoned in the dungeons? How tragic." Honest commented with barely hidden interest, mid-bite.
"This isn't permanent, Prime Minister." Esdeath scoffed, putting her empty glass down at her side. "Tatsumi's place behind bars is only temporary, ...It's, "Time out." than proper incarceration."
"He's simply forgotten who he belongs to, that's all."
"You're talking as if he's just a child, Lady Esdeath." Honest laughed, as he put his plate down, focused on the conversation. "Y'know... I've always felt that your relationship to Tatsumi was... Strange, unorthodox."
"But entertaining, for sure. By far, more than what Youkan could give me for amusement." Honest jovially chuckled, as Esdeath's eyebrow raised in surprise. "You're awfully brave today, Honest. Here I thought you had learnt better than to make light of my love life."
"I can only assume Dousen's financial report gave you some good news, then." Esdeath clicked her fingers, for herself to be poured more wine by the waiting attendants in the room. "Why, of course! With the work Saikyuu's performing for the Empire, we'll surely all live long lives now that Night Raid is out of the picture."
"Believe me, even I was surprised at the length of his ambitions. A one hundred-man Assassination squad is sure to make our enemies think twice, over trying the same dirty tricks to us! With Dousen's exportation of currency, ...We'll have the funds to pay for it, every last penny."
"Our victory is well and truly assured."
"...Funny, you mention that, about Night Raid. I have some exciting news for you, Honest." Esdeath grinned, taking her freshly filled glass in hand. Sipping it lightly. "We'll have to see how they match up to Night Raid's two when they return to the Empire's shores in Three Years time."
"Wha... What? ...You mean to say they intend to return, ...? What... What a foolish endeavour!" Honest's laughter betrayed his growing worry, as he shook his head in refusal. Clapped slightly, before he continued. "Looks like I'll need to have a few more meetings with Koukei and that righteous ol' fool Seigi."
"Surely, they must know when they're beaten!" Honest then leaned forwards, knocking against the table with his wide belly as he strongly placed his hands unto it. "Esdeath...! The foreign nations can be left to the other Generals, soon as the tribes in the West are dealt with."
"But you must remain constantly vigilant against the threat of those damned Assassins!"
"You can leave the foreign nations to me, Prime Minister. It is my sworn duty to eliminate the enemies of the Empire, whenever they stand to be." Esdeath proudly stated, then she drank once more. "...However, that is if I manage to achieve my goal before the years we have left, are up."
"Or if they reach the Capital's gates first, ...Because."
"If I do, ...I have no doubt in my ability to drown the forces that stand to pull us from power, in endless seas upon endless seas of snow." Adjusting her hat, Esdeath smiled proudly.
Wiping her fingernails against the collar of her uniform. "You have my word on that, ...Now if you'd excuse me, I have to feed my caged cute lover for the day."
Honest sat relieved, but silent at Esdeath's declaration.
He weighed his odds, ...He couldn't simply support Nouken, or Stylish in their affairs if he wanted to live to the ripe old age of one hundred, forty-five but living to the point wasn't assured either if he simply let Tatsumi live.
He closely watched as Esdeath walked over to the Attendant's meal tray filled with a variety of delicious, well-cooked meats, took it by the handle then wheeled it away, without an ounce of care to the Dungeons.
Honest did not mind, in fact, he had lost his appetite for the first time in a while at the news of Night Raid's inevitable return to the Empire and its Capital. For the Empire to live and grow, ...With him in his place at the top, then he had to work overtime.
"Get me Koukei and Saikyuu, now!"
"Take a bite, come on..." Esdeath prodded Tatsumi with the meat, between the bars of his cell. Kneeling down at his height. Apparently, he had slept on the floor when she found him. Wrapped up in the straw beds cloth, then she stopped. Sighing to herself. "You can't be unable to eat, Tatsumi. I had Stylish fix you up in the morning."
"Quit pretending already."
"I know you're hungry, I can hear your stomach growling from here." Esdeath attempted once more, to pass the meat over. She refused to simply drop it into his cell, through the bars, since she wanted him to take it from her hand. If he didn't, she could get no satisfaction from this. No bliss, at providing for him. "Let me feed you, ...I haven't hurt your friends."
At this, Tatsumi quickly bit into the meat by his mouth and teeth alone. Narrowly missing Esdeath's hand, at the same time. "...See? That wasn't so hard, was it? But mind your manners, darling."
"You've already bitten into the hand that's fed you enough..."
"...I can feed myself." Tatsumi retorted sharply as he turned away. Chewing on the meat hungrily, licking against the texture of it. Trying to pull at it with his canines. Esdeath simply observed him do this, a smile widened notably. "Now, if you're ready to behave yourself and be a good boy, perhaps we can talk a bit."
"Don't you want to see our son? He misses you."
"Don't you think I know that?!" Tatsumi yelled aggressively, slamming his, now grown hand against the bars.
Tatsumi's body was back at sixteen years, or about that period. His revival was forced to hasten by his pain. Esdeath took the hand that came close, then pulled it against her.
Intentionally, she forced it into her chest. Applying a grip around his hand, to force it to compress harder. The other, took his hair into a tight bundle, slamming his face into the bars then against her lips.
She only managed this for five seconds, before he successfully pulled away. "...No fair, Tatsumi. That was far too short for me to properly enjoy if you don't..."
"...I want to make a deal," Tatsumi uttered, as he wiped his mouth clean of the meat's juice. "What deal, ...Do you think you're in any position to ask for a deal?"
"Just love me, obey me and do what I ask." Esdeath countered as she attempted to open the cell's doors to walk inside. Refusing to stay away from her lover's body. Hurt by the cruel look of Tatsumi's apathetic, loveless eyes.
Seeking physical reassurance she was still loved by him, or at least, his body. "Let me live in the Palace, by you."
"Yes, of course," Esdeath answered, happy in tone.
"But not with you." Tatsumi continued, causing Esdeath's happy expression to fade and die. "I'll serve you, in whatever capacity you want, ...Aside love, or lust."
"I'll kill anyone you ask me to, for three years without question."
"I'll fight the Empire's enemies, torment foreign nations with ceaseless death at your command, at the click of your fingers. Just let me have a family of my own, ...My life is yours, to use and abuse, work to death until those three years are up." Tatsumi stated his wishes, with a determined stare. "I'll be Makoto's Father in those years, ...But I won't be yours to use or your lover."
"I'll be Tatsumi, ...The Assassin. It's what I'm best at."
"NO! ...I refuse to simply let you go, how could you be so unfair to me?" Esdeath broke the door of Tatsumi's cell open, as she knocked it aside. Violent, uncontrolled. She refused to simply let Tatsumi breed with another woman, to produce progeny and then move off elsewhere with them to safety as the Empire burned.
All while she watched from afar.
Esdeath felt physically sick at this confusing irrational desire of Tatsumi's, so much that she almost threw up, indeed.
"As if I'd let you... I can't live without you anymore, Tatsumi. I understand that now as I always have... I am not finished with you yet." Esdeath walked closer to Tatsumi. The boy himself expected Esdeath to simply put a heel on him, but she didn't.
Instead, she fell into him. Collapsed into him. Pinned him down and tried to understand why he wanted to be loved by anyone else but her. Nobody could give, or provide him with what she could.
Tatsumi attempted to pull away, then something called to him.
Something he hadn't felt since, ...Rogers.
Worse, another voice did.
This voice was no beast, but man. His own voice, but older. He knew why, now. In the cocoon, Tatsumi's body had taken Makoto's Incursio to aid in its revival. The reason why you may ask?
Because of the Tatsumi contained inside of it, the thought-to-deceased Tatsumi of the future, whose spirit and lifeforce still dwelled within' the blade. Sadly, he had not achieved the growth of this younger counterpart, so he not could exist in any greater way than this.
This Tatsumi loved Esdeath, truly.
And so, he pleaded. Pleaded with his younger counterpart, and told him of the many ways he had helped mend the Empire's horrid treatment of the lesser person in his position at Esdeath's side. The ghostly voice told him of his choice, the choice had been told of before by Rogers. "What are few lives, compared to the world?"
Tatsumi attempted to refuse this, but he could not. The beast that lied within' knew what it wanted, ...It wanted Esdeath. And to put his son first, ...Then Tatsumi's future self revealed a trump card to his still woefully idealistic counterpart, ...The sight of Makoto's incursio, what it had seen in the past. Now Tatsumi saw.
The visage of Leone and Wave, attempting to murder his son.
This was no lie or deception. Tatsumi knew that... He had seen Wave attempting to confess his guilt, Leone herself seemed very apologetic, too. As if her confession as a means to apologize, and relieve that same guilt. Tatsumi snapped, ...He could never forgive Leone, or Wave for their actions. He could not forgive anyone who tried to lay a hand on his son, his boy.
If he made exceptions for the two, then he would be no parent. They'd be no exemptions from that crime.
He wouldn't be able to call himself a Dad if there were.
Not only that, Tatsumi had seen Makoto vanish from the world as a simple, scared crying boy who called out to him for help.
Tatsumi made his choice, ...He had done it already, but he was too stubborn to admit it.
Trying to pretend he was still the same. Trying to reject the beast, that simply wished to exist in comfort and happiness, at the expense of killing anything that dared to deprive him of that. That was why he come to the Capital in the first place, right? To let his people live in happiness, comfort and that's what Esdeath was providing.
He knew nothing of her recent developments in Matsura Village, too.
His son, especially. Even if he couldn't feel the presence of his Father or, Inori. He could feel his son's spirit in the air and the cost of breaking casualty's hold on his neck had been a pricey one. His youth reverted, as his own had done so.
His power diminished. Tatsumi's greatest fear was not of his own death, or the circumstances for it being plotted in the background.
It was the thought of Makoto, being preyed on by the same figures that hated Tatsumi's existence in the Imperial and at Esdeath's side.
He knew that Makoto's mind would slowly revert to the mind of a five-year-old, and mercifully so. Hopefully, he would forget a lot of the sadness he had to endure in the cold of his past future life.
After all, Tatsumi had felt his mind slowly slip away from its current state, two times as it is. To vicious beast and to a boy.
His eyes opened. What felt like hours to Tatsumi. Only seconds had passed in actuality, ...Esdeath looked worried, as he attempted to speak to him. Clearly, she did not want to force intimacy if it meant that he'd just pull away from her once more.
She'd be willing to play the long game if that's what it took. Now that she had him where she could see him.
A tongue quickly entered Esdeath's mouth, ...A hand outstretched and wrapped itself around her head tightly, so quick it knocked her cap off to the floor. Tatsumi's other hand firmly placed itself against Esdeath's left breast.
Squeezing it, roughly. Esdeath gasped, delighted but surprised. She hadn't expected this, ...Tatsumi was the one taking the initiative.
However, regardless of the thought that Tatsumi was intentionally trying to win her over through physical intimacy, at this moment...
Esdeath did not care for it, what mattered was that he didn't struggle or resist things from going further. If only she could push this to intercourse, then everything would go perfectly.
Esdeath loudly hissed in delight as her voice became notably more deep and husky, she stopped momentarily. Lifting a hand, she sealed the only entrance to the cells with a thick block of ice.
During this, she noticed Tatsumi's hand reaching out of her cleavage. Holding the key to the cells in his hand as he pulled away, she was confused by this as he couldn't escape anyway. The cell was left open in Esdeath's rush for affection.
"Tatsumi... What could you possibly intend to do with those?" Esdeath asked, upset by his pause. ...Tatsumi closed the cell's doors, then locked it up. He knew the key away, over to the edge of the room. Out of reach by hand. Tatsumi stripped, now naked and erect.
He had been forced to wrap Esdeath's shirt around his waist, as he had grown in the night.
He clenched his fists, keeping them at his sides. Suddenly, Tatsumi's body shifted from human to...
Beast, eyes were red and crimson. Branded by Incursio's mark, horns now spouted from his head. His chest, ridged and armoured by Tyrant's flesh, now his own. Tatsumi's protected skin was ash grey, aside from his face. Which kept its pale skin tone.
"It's not what I intend to do with that... It's what I intend to do with you." Tatsumi replied as he smiled. His cock, fully on display, had markedly been altered by his shift in physical shape. Ridged, clearly able to sheath itself back inside his body. Protecting his ability to breed, was of high priority. He needed to be combat-ready at every moment.
They'd be what looked to be a compressed section, at the base. "Tatsumi... I..."
Esdeath's voice was delighted, dreamy and somewhat shocked. She hadn't taken her eyes away from his cock, anyhow. Mouth hanging open, by it.
"Let's not waste any more time, Esdeath." Tatsumi rolled his shoulders, exhaling deep. Readying his body for this. "Making a baby isn't as easy as they say it is."
"Besides, if it's as if this place is built for it. But, ...We'll make it work somehow."
Esdeath leapt up with obvious haste, throwing herself into Tatsumi's body. He responded by taking ahold of her uniform's front, pulling it down so hard it came loose. The next came Esdeath's black silk bra, lingerie as she had planned to seduce him today.
Tatsumi recognized the pair as the ones they had brought in the Capital's stores. "You're eager, aren't you? ...I thought-"
"Quiet, boy." Esdeath took a firm grip of Tatsumi's cock, trying to regain her control of the situation. "...Please, if you're so desperate to be a Mother."
"Then you'll swallow some of that pride, ...And give into your lust." Tatsumi took ahold of Esdeath's shoulders, effortlessly pushing her down to her knees, as she had been in a foggy sexual heat for a while.
She now took firm vice hold of his waist, causing Tatsumi's cock to flop quite amusingly, on her face which it covered. Its weight and masculine scent drove Esdeath crazy. She sniffled aloud, taking its musk in. Copious amounts of Pre-cum dripped from the tip, as Esdeath delightedly rubbed her face against her boy's length.
Proud and happy, "Just the thick smell of this, ...I have half a mind to let you loose on the Empire's female populace, let you fuck and breed some whore's straight into madness but that just wouldn't be me."
"This big thing here... It's mine, mine forever Tatsumi."
"I want you all for myself." Esdeath placed deep strong kiss, after deep kiss against Tatsumi's throbbing veiny shaft. Lips puckered. Taking great effort and care to show her love and devotion to her beast stud of a lover.
Tatsumi groaned deeply out in bliss, Esdeath's hot breath was a delight to feel. Especially so close up, she soon switched things up, powerfully dragging her tongue up against the base of his cock to the tip.
Virtually drooling, as she had been since Tatsumi revealed his intention. Esdeath had coated his wild shaft in saliva, marking it as hers. Occasionally flicking her tongue against the tip, to taste his dripping seed. Enjoying the taste greatly, as expected.
But this wasn't enough for her. Taking a hand from his waist, Esdeath began to pump his shaft strongly. Watching closely as his heavy balls began to churn. Delighted, she soon stopped, moving to cradle them lovingly from the bottom.
Esdeath's soft hold, became hard as she opened her mouth as widely as she could. Kissing a fleshy orb, then the other with deeper affection. Satisfied, without hesitation, or delay. Esdeath swallowed as much as she could of his cock up in a single movement.
"Hnng... Damn, ...I've missed this, so much." Tatsumi admitted, trying to keep his poise and composure.
Tatsumi's eyes were forced to close, at the quick contact. He would've stopped and pulled away out of her gullet. However, since Esdeath's lips had only been able to reach halfway. She knew that he'd attempt to stop the act. To counter this, she locked tightly against him with her lips, pursed and unrelenting.
Esdeath refused to let her prey go, and she refused to stop until she had reached the base of his cock, at the root. Her jaw had begun to hurt slightly because of his size, but she powerfully persevered.
If she were to become the Mother of his babies, and his sexual partner. She would need to be able to take his entire length easily and on-demand.
In no real rush, Esdeath simply began to move herself and her head against his groin. Sucking it, lovingly. Just enjoying the taste of her man's delicious meat. Altering her poise, so that she wasn't on her knees anymore.
Esdeath made full use of her heels, her boots kept together to make her quick movements more fluid. She slid a hand into matching underwear, to pleasure herself in preparation for penetration. It had been a painfully long time since she had welcomed him inside. Everything had to go perfectly.
Finally, she came up for air. Releasing herself from Tatsumi's cock, but not before she sucked the head tightly, with stronger pursed lips. Kissing it, once done. Esdeath's throat was no worse for wear. "...oh, the bad things I'd do if I ever lost this."
"To the world, and its people..."
"It's poor weak people..." She whispered.
Tatsumi did not know if she meant him, or his cock. At this moment, he thought the latter as she held his length by the underside, with the two of her hands.
"I love you too, Esdeath. I really do." Tatsumi breathlessly replied back, witty and smug. His watching eyes admired the size and jiggle of her breasts, as he moved to change their position to accommodate intercourse.
Noticing this, Esdeath powerfully pushed him down. Then came over him as he fell backwards, to the floor harshly. Tatsumi sighed, at the unexpected turn of events. He hadn't predicted Esdeath would willingly continue oral sex, of her own leisure. He wasn't mad, just confused.
But this was an important matter of pride for her.
His face was soon met with the warmth of her pussy, Tatsumi let his base instincts control his next actions as he threw his face into her vagina lips. He hadn't even needed to lick once before his face was already soaked.
Licking her clit, trying to send shocks through her body, only caused Esdeath's thighs to compress him tightly. To keep his legs from flailing wildly at her next actions, Esdeath held his legs by the knee to keep them down.
"Be still... Let me..." She breathlessly pleaded, husky and deep in tone. "Take this..."
"...You got halfway, ...You can't impossibly be trying..." Tatsumi moaned back, between licks and kisses against her wet softness. Feeling almost dazed and confused, by the face somebody so cold, could become so hot when she was in heat. Then she threw herself forwards, once more, and took him into her throat's tightness. "...I stand corrected, ...God. Damn."
No need to explore anymore, curiosity sated. Esdeath purely moved to push herself further down to the root, without invoking climax. Wishing to reserve the first climax for her womb, naturally.
Unfortunately for her intents, Tatsumi's cock could not be bargained with. If it wanted to fill Esdeath's mouth and throat with gooey seed, then it would do. Splattering its mess across her face in thick, viscous ropes, was simply expectation at this point. She had created a fine sex beast, indeed.
So cutely adorable in his face, ...And a monster in the sack.
Eventually, after much effort, she succeeded. Helped by their erotic position, allowing Tatsumi's cock to reach further into her throat. Satisfied, Esdeath attempted to release and begin intercourse, baby-making. Only to find, she could not.
Tatsumi's time had come, at last. He suddenly released his legs from her hold, pushing his horned head further into her pussy to shove his tongue inside it. Diving into a sea of muffled, womanly moans of elated surprise against the shaft in her throat.
Juices flowed, as he forced his Ice Queen's proud head against his cock, with his freed legs. Trapping her in oral bliss, Tatsumi took great evil delight in his selfishness.
"How's this... Feel..., huh?"
He had control, ...And near his climax, Tatsumi's intention was to drown Esdeath in his seed. Trying to pour it directly into her stomach. This deviousness, partly inspired by Tatsumi's fading resentment of Esdeath's previous possessive treatment.
And to his surprise, Esdeath's face did not show any sign of aggravation or refusal when he took a quick look. Instead, she began to aggressively knead his cock in return with her melon breasts. Pushing them into its shaft, with her hands as Esdeath managed to return her mouth to the previous halfway point, a hungry lusting expression affixed to her face.
Esdeath's deep moaning huffs sounded positively sex drunk.
The Ice Queen knew she would not be able to subdue this beast within' the span of a single session or night, she'd need many nights and many hours of lovemaking to break this sexual fiend. And of course, she knew by the time she had accomplished such a feat, she'd be pregnant and heavy with his baby.
What an utter joy.
She had no reason not to be delighted, having such a younger lover to break her pussy on a daily basis whenever she wanted, with the ability to send their son Makoto off to his Grandfather's residence in the Palace for an extended overnight stay when she wanted to truly let loose with her stud beast in the comfort of their lavish bedroom.
Something she hadn't been able to do before, nobody she could trust to look after him until now.
Their bed itself could be replaced, within a moments notice.
But as shown. Tatsumi could take her anywhere, she would always satisfy his needs as hers would be fulfilled, too.
And not to mention by the way that Tatsumi had been able to dominate her for that quick moment earlier, Esdeath knew by this he had gained a considerable amount of power in such a short amount of time.
He had been able to fight her toe-to-toe at Fallhaven, exchanging blow after blow in quick succession.
She felt delightfully challenged, ...She would have to put more effort into getting stronger if she wanted to keep her place on top, as the dominant one in their relationship.
He was truly perfect, ...Oh, how she loved to think of their life together in the future.
Finally able to pull herself up, to the tip. Circling her tongue roughly against it, Tatsumi's thick mushroom head remained trapped in her mouth. Whenever she tried to position herself away, the head could be seen trying to strongly poke out of either one of her cheeks.
The shaft stuck between her large soft mounds, unable able to cover it completely. Compressed against them. Before Tatsumi's surprise sexual development, she had been able to swallow it up with ease.
Now that wasn't possible, the ridges of his shaft made that harder, too.
Esdeath's muffled elated moans of blissful fulfilment, as Tatsumi drove his tongue deeper against her inner walls, soon forced the boy turned beast's orgasm to hit. Esdeath had hit hers, several times, a while ago.
Deep feral cries were yelled out, as Tatsumi was forced to shove his face into Esdeath's wet pussy to muffle them.
A torrent of thick cum filled every corner of the Ice Queen's proud mouth to the brim. So much, she had been forced to swallow sharply, at the first second and then continue or be summarily drowned in it.
Gulping as much as she could humanly manage. Tatsumi did not subscribe to human limitations anymore, so the amount of male seed released was absurd by regular human standards but not by those of beast.
And even the humanoid beast-folk could not compare, like the one Tatsumi, had beaten so long ago.
A whole league of his own.
This erotic insanity went on until Esdeath managed to free herself from his cocktip. A bad move but one she would not regret, she found herself met with a face full of uncontrolled cum splatter, one rope after another, which caked her face and breasts in a hot sticky mess.
Marked by her beloved mate and his male scent, she absentmindedly began to lick it up to claim his seed. Sighing with a smile as she shuddered hotly, in absolute female delight. It had gotten everywhere, eyelashes and hair were not spared of it. Blue stained pure white.
Tatsumi's cum looked rather fitting on Esdeath's porcelain skin.
Esdeath could not be any more aroused, as she was now.
But if she was honest with herself, her arousal had peaked sharply when she had seen Tatsumi's sudden transformation in the cell by its door. From boy to Bitch Breaker.
That's when she knew, she wasn't going to be taken by an ordinary man as she had experienced with Tatsumi before, in their bed night after night. She was going to be bred, inseminated by a beast of her own making and design.
The fact that Tatsumi was that beast, only made Esdeath shiver in exquisite delight.
For he would be the only beast alive she would give herself to, now and forever.
Everyone else would be made to watch, to envy in their love. Romantic or physical.
Everyone else would have to settle for ordinary men.
Wiping herself clean of what she could not lick up and consume. Esdeath threw herself from over Tatsumi's body and then, surprisingly, on all fours. Tatsumi knew what this was, he had read about it in books before, ...Lordosis behaviour. Or, presenting as it was sometimes called. When a female truly yearned to be impregnated, the ideal position for sexual copulation for mammals.
Esdeath leaned herself down at the front, pressing her breasts against the cold of the dungeon's floor then raised her butt upward, to receive her mate's breeding tool. You may be surprised as to why somebody so proud as Esdeath would be so willing to perform such a submissive action?
Simple, she got what she wanted.
She keenly knew that if she simply appealed to the bestial sides of herself and her partner. Then they'd be a pregnancy for sure.
This was a simple thing to do, for such a brilliant reward.
"...Now, Tatsumi. Foreplay is over, I believe you promised me a child, didn't you?" Esdeath cooed seductively, over to him.
"You only want one baby, Esdeath? ...Where's the fun in that, why don't we try for twins?" Tatsumi laughed, as he lifted himself up to a sitting up position. His intense orgasm had washed over him powerfully to the point of brief amused collapse, but his strong erection stayed up like a flagpole.
Tatsumi figured it'd be because he hadn't had sex for a while, sensitive. No longer limited by the refractory period that hindered men everywhere, Tatsumi grinned wide as he moved to assume the proper position behind Esdeath.
"...Many as you want, darling. We can plunder entire nations for the means, to provide for our young." Esdeath momentarily lifted herself up, to show her proud smile off. "Now... Breed me, stud."
"As if you had to ask, ...I should've done this ages ago."
"Let's fucking go!" Tatsumi roared, strongly slamming his hands on Esdeath's jiggling meaty butt. Clapping it loudly, before pulling her into his dick, penetrating her straight to the womb. Squeezing hard on her butt, to withstand the pressure. "Aaaaah... Yes, yes...! That's it, ...Don't stop, ...This is our time now!"
Hitting it roughly. Tortured by the sheer intense tightness, Tatsumi clenched his teeth as Esdeath did the same. Drool escaped her lips, similarly blown away by the sensation of being filled by her beloved's sexual weapon of conquest.
Breathless, she deeply moaned in husky exhales. Despite all this, Tatsumi hadn't moved his waist whatsoever. He had simply stood idle, enjoying the feeling of being reunited with his lover's tightness.
He threw his head back, sighing elated. "It's good to be home, ...I've neglected my needs, my wants... For too damn long."
"That's my boy, ...Make me a mommy, Tatsumi." Esdeath's eyes lit up, as she turned over to him. Egging him to proceed, to thrust, with seductive looks alone. Then she spoke, using the same determined, hard tone as she always used when stating her wishes. "Let's show humanity, what true power looks like, together."
"Grown in a womb of a loving mother, ...The world is ours to take, and we'll turn it into a gift for our babies."
"By that confident tone, ...You sound like you're ready to simply outbreed them." Tatsumi laughed jovially, proudly grinning as he exhaled then made his first strong thrust. "...I won't say I haven't thought of that~"
Before, Tatsumi would've been horrified at the thought of that, but no more. The sight of Leone and Wave, trying to massacre his loved son had forever twisted Tatsumi's views on human's, or others. Least, it had been the final nail in the already well-nailed coffin.
Now he only cared for those with who he shared blood or homeland. He did not care for Makoto's role in the violence of Fallhaven.
The lives that were taken by the Ice Prince's hand... It was not in his ability to callously abandon a son who only wanted love.
Tatsumi clawed into Esdeath's butt, taking handfuls of it. Shoving his cock deeper and harder inside, with fierce animalistic piston motions. In the heat of her victory, Esdeath lowered herself down once more properly, to receive her mate at the best angle. Tatsumi's shaft's outline could be seen, notably at Esdeath's stomach as he continued.
Then she gasped, ...Tatsumi made a surprise move, having taken a large handful of Esdeath's beautiful long hair instead. Pulling unto it, so she was taken deeper by his shaft.
Usually, she would've stopped this with violent force, but it was hard to argue or complain when she was so deeply immersed in lustful bliss.
The fact that Esdeath was particularly sex-starved too, helped immensely. Powerless to deny her aching womanhood's plentiful needs. She would simply have to punish him later for this humiliation if she was able to remember to.
Doubts weighed on that, as Esdeath's eyes had begun to reach the ceiling already, with every thrust ploughed into her. Spreading her walls, hitting her womb. Beauty and the Beast joined as one.
Tatsumi relished every second of this, squeezing and pulling in tandem. Closing to his climax, but determined to force his lover over to hers first, once more. Tatsumi powered through the tightness, only to be stopped by a sudden pain in his chest... His scar.
"Shit... Not now, bother me later!" Tatsumi thought.
"I'm a bit busy right now, piss off!"
Tatsumi's body's motions did not betray the pain he felt, so Esdeath knew nothing of it. However, she refused to be parted already from her lover, wrapping her feet around his kneeling legs to secure him to her.
Tatsumi shared his sentiment, keeping stuck to his breeding partner. Esdeath realized this when she attempted to pull Tatsumi out, to move with his pistons so he could thrust deeper. She attempted again, only to discover why she was stuck against her lover so tightly.
He had knotted her in place, at the formerly compressed section of his cock's base.
This beautiful revelation alone sent Esdeath crashing over the edge of orgasmic bliss, Tatsumi truly wanted her. Crying out with a deep womanly voice, biting her lip, closing her eyes as she threw herself back.
Holding unto her head in dreamy sighs, as Tatsumi railed into her.
He let go of her hair to let his lover enjoy her afterglow, then came himself moments later. Instead of a moan, Tatsumi just growled deep, hissing as his lover did.
Falling over her body, his head laying on her long softback.
Knotted, every last shot of his copious thick seed flowed through Esdeath's inner pussy walls, straight into her cervix and to her fertile ovaries. Tatsumi's body had recognized a viable breeding partner, so they did not slouch on this forte.
Giving it their all to ensure a successful impregnation. Refusing to become unstuck, until they had poured everything inside. Heavy breathes of exhaustion were shared between them as they enjoyed the moment, Esdeath looked over at Tatsumi who lay against her back.
With a kind smile, she kissed his hair softly. "Good boy, ...You did so well."
Tatsumi did not reply, only breathed.
They stayed like that, for thirty minutes.
Only separating when Tatsumi's sexual organ allowed it.
Knock, knock.
"Hello, yes?" Mr Matsura opened the doorway to his abode, greeted with the sight of a very happy, showered Esdeath carrying her napping worn-out son. They'd be no sight of Tatsumi. "...I have somebody who wants to meet you, Father-in-Law."
"Wait, is that...?" Mr Matsura widened his eyes, they'd be no mistaking it. Makoto looked, as if you had pulled Tatsumi from the pages of his youth and simply, dyed his hair blue and then left him without sunlight for a few months. His eyes, the boy's eyes. ...They were the eyes of Tatsumi's Mother. "Is this my, ..."
"Your Grandson, yes. To cut a very long story short, ...He's from the future, but he belongs to me." Esdeath announced, softly adjusting Makoto's position in her arms. The strength of Esdeath's words made it impossible for the Elder not to believe her words.
Without being welcomed inside, she simply walked in. Closely followed by a silent Tatsumi, who had hidden in the background. Now properly dressed, but in Imperial Uniform.
The two exchanged glances, then fixed stares. Tatsumi looked exactly as he did when he had left their home. He had not aged a single day, ...Only his eyes, colder and way less expressive, but still the boy he knew. "Tatsumi..."
"Father," Tatsumi replied coldly, sitting beside Esdeath on the two-seater sofa. Mr. Matsura on the other side. Tatsumi recognized the items from their home, cultural setpieces and family decoration.
Esdeath carefully passed Makoto over to Tatsumi, who held his son lovingly soon as he was given, so she could cross her legs. Leaning forwards, resting her head casually against her fist. "Now... I believe you know why I put you up in two-bedroom apartments, correct?"
"I do... Least, I do now." The Elder confirmed.
"...One is Makoto's room, whenever we're in need of personal time, or I'm away." Esdeath rubbed her nails against her coat, as she spoke. "He's your responsibility, Father-in-Law."
"What if...!"
"But don't fear, ...Makoto's a good boy, and you'll have the protection you will need around the clock."
"I see... That is a relief."
"I'll have my best subordinates watching closely over you, at every hour." Esdeath smiled, sipping some of the freshly brewed tea on the table in front. Tatsumi had poured some for themselves before she had passed Makoto over. "It'd be irresponsible of us as the good parents we are if we simply left you unguarded."
The Elder closely watched Tatsumi as he spoke, trying to notice the differences in his mannerisms.
"Besides, we're already in the process of moving over to a larger residence. That way, this'll be a more regular occurrence without the danger." Tatsumi continued, as he leaned back against the sofa, to let Makoto lean into him.
Esdeath nodded, "My men are already transporting new bedroom furnishings for Makoto's room, they'll be over in a moment and once done, we'll leave him with you."
"We have many great things to do."
"Seryu Ubiquitous will be your contact, ...And quite like her namesake, she'll be everywhere." Esdeath happily laughed, sliding a hand over to Tatsumi's thigh. "So, unless it's urgent. I and Tatsumi will be in our rooms, ...We have some activities prepared together, you see."
"Planning, as well. You know where to find us."
During this moment, Tatsumi's calm smile grew.
And grew, ...The world was his.
That is it...! Least, for this chapter. Trust me, we're only beginning!
Sorry to those who thought Tatsumi's decline was too quick, but I figured... My Reader's wanna see some fluff and bonding!
So they shall have it! Also, first time doing lemon in SO long, so forgive me if I'm pretty rusty at that too!
As always, I'll be fixing the chapter as the weeks go, for continuity and grammar purposes.
Also, sorry for the dark themes at the start, but I really wanted to show off how Esdeath really isn't any different from Nouken in the way she thinks sexually.
Thanks, and I hope you enjoyed it, until next time!