A chapter of pure lemon. I've got nothing else to say.
...well, it does have some plot points in it. But I think I'm going to be responsible and console all of you under your country's legal age for losing out on some explanation. Too bad! Stay legal! Skip this chapter!
...even though none of you likely will. Well, I tried! Enjoy!
Wow, what a thirsty mailbag we have here!
xavier0jim & Anon: So impatient... If you enabled your PM system, then I would've replied with a confirmation this newest chapter will be just for you! Shame you only found out now, huh?! Enjoy!
Soul king: Thank you for your praise. Your questions regarding Bleach characters are getting too specific, to the point I can't seriously answer them because I don't have the time or the interest yet in tackling this issue. Sorry. Additionally, I don't think I'll use Kenpachi in any of my future stories regarding Bleach for the reasons I've mentioned in my previous PM. Maybe just as a side character.
SolarXBlack: The ones appearing in history as well as in Oda Nobuna no Yabou... and probably some Nioh flavors, too.
uboNiniM: The point of him refraining to maim the Uesugi troops too much will be explained in later chapters. And no, everyone did not go away without injuries, especially Kagetora. Danzou might be able to pull off the perfect streak, since she's very knowledgeable about Fuuma bodies and techniques, but Shirou with his Tenkiame? No chance, even if no one dies. [1.] No, Chiyome's marriage was kept secret because of her political ties with the Takeda Clan. Hanzou is good, yes, but not THAT good. In fact, it's already a testament to Yoshimoto's hidden intelligence she managed to uncover and plot around this half-exposed secret. Don't forget there's Shuten to run interference with anything investigating Yamata-no-Orochi's hosts. [2.] Goemon will definitely appear! [3.] Some time skips will occur to symbolize Nobunaga growing up from her Archer to her Berserker and Avenger form (at least in terms of appearance). Major time skips will be in the epilogue, as always.
Royal Freshness12345: Yeah, Himiko's tendencies just coincidentally match with what FGO has just released! And I wrote this chapter BEFORE that happened! So eerie... You poor NA players... Regarding Yoshimoto, she's more of a planner than a fighter, even though she's pretty skilled. So she won't be engaging the Ashikaga and Nanban threats (not all of them are, mind you) directly.
Stratos263: Yes, that's the feeling I was going for. Unfortunately, this occurs more often than it should have even in our real world.
"Mn… Muchu… Chu… Chupo…"
The sound of wet lips smacking against each other is the only thing filling the room, apart from the rushed, uncomfortable rusting of various kinds and structures of clothing. The heat, the moisture, the passion entwining and interacting and reacting with each other cause it to hard to breathe, honestly, not even considering the sweat and musk generating and generated from them.
Kippōshi is oddly shy today, requesting us to move to the double-sized futon the proprietress has kindly the insight to provide us before we even checked in.
I find it odd this… relationship has made its way to that chirpy little yōkai's ears, despite us keeping it strictly a secret. The people I've personally told were my wives (despite Danzō not wanting that title), while Jūbei and Himiko just… figured it out, I guess. Perhaps the most unnerving thing, which I always feel in these types of situations, is how easily the environment around me accepts everything that's going on – even when it's clear it's abnormal.
I also don't think it's Alaya's doing. That being already has enough issues dealing with individuals, much less interacting with a wide array of crowds despite them technically descended and being under her protection all the time. It's therefore unlikely it's able to morph the people's perception around me to something more… susceptible. It's definitely not my nature as a Heroic Vessel, because much as absorbing and giving back roughly the same emotions are a good trick to get by, it's far from ideal when worming one's way into another's heart to become irreplaceable and unimpeachable… where anything and everything will be forgiven.
It's… very convenient and cheat-like.
But I have to stay humble and grateful, because being arrogant and wanton with these… gifts I am given will only lead to disaster.
The fact I can spend days happily making love to beautiful girls throughout history makes all the pain and sadness and anguish and hardship in everything I have to do to reach various points in my lives.
Treasure them.
Because my pact will ensure everything is forgotten.
The futon feels great to the touch, unlike the ready-made stuff produced in various large menial factories. Thick and warm, yet incredibly breathable when the temperature rises, I assume it's imbued and interwoven with specialized Magecraft to regulate it just right.
I internally shake my head, because thinking of these things instead of how to make Kippōshi feels the best is insulting to her.
She lays on my right sideways, awkwardly trying to keep up with the already-slow tempo of my kisses. She lightly shivers and trembles as my hands run over her body under her thin kimono – giggling at times, moaning at times, cooing at times. The array of emotions she holds in… I'm going to unearth. All of them.
It's my duty and responsibility, for having the gall to assume this role for her.
The negativity and positivity, without exception, have to have a place for anyone to vent to, much less someone in a position as important and heavy as she is. The people around her, to my knowledge in my own history, never understands her… no, not even making the effort to understand her. It's little wonder she grew up into such a twistedly brilliant individual.
And that's always the most dangerous kind: the mad genius.
The old Nobunaga tore through the lands with her unprecedented strategies and technology, as well as strokes of luck as the warlords who could fight off these advantages died off before her. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps they were assassinated; no one truly knew.
Well, Alaya certainly knew, but I couldn't bring myself to muster up the effort of opening up old wounds, while I have the other version here whom I can help 'save' and mould according to what her ideal should be.
"S-Shirō… M-Mnhh… P-Puha!"
Every time she cowers back, I lean forwards, sliding my head across the thin silk pillows to recapture her lips. Then, I curl up my tongue underneath hers, flicking repeatedly and eliciting a cute squeak, which will inadvertently invite her body forwards right where we begin. My right arm lies almost flat to the futon, bent at the optimal angle where my fingers just reach her breasts, which I tenderly stroke and push and massage and wobble and pinch and roll…
Her hands are busy stroking my raging member, already considerably sticking out of my own sleepwear… Well, they should be. In comparison to my dedicated wives, her movements are first hesitant, yet when the time comes when she should be used to it, she can't keep the pleasure from interrupting what should be pleasant smooth movements, turning them into jerky, erratic touches and sharp squeezes.
It's barely enough to hurt through my instinctive Reinforcement, but it's still a marked proof of her inexperience.
I want to tease her about this, considering her usually confident demeanour… until I remember she probably doesn't have any experience because of my existence.
I shall brag proudly and say she loves me more than any man, in contrast to her selves I know from my history who was unsatisfied with the various flings and relationships she had, of whom only Nō had the fortitude to keep up and stay with Nobunaga until her unfortunate end. Additionally, none of her direct descendants was anywhere near as capable as Chacha, ironically the daughter of the man who betrayed her the first time.
As creating a better generation was no longer a strong incentive, then sex ended up becoming simple outlets for lust. That, too, depended mostly on the skill of all participants, whether on the dominant or submissive end, to elicit continuous attraction between each other.
Seeing her right now, I must confess I'm beginning to think those past 'masters' don't have particularly good bedroom skills, either. How on earth does anyone not learn from the professionals in the red-light district? They're literally paid to research ways to make one's body feel good! Instead, there are 'traditions' in place which denigrate those skills – vital to maintain a good married relationship and family – and enforce dull, boring sex life.
Bedtime between two people ends up ritualistic and necessity-driven, instead of a wild, passionate, and honest exchange of feelings and emotions. Within reason, of course – we don't need a Beast showing up because of pent-up sex drives.
"Y-Your fingers… H-Hyah…! A-Ah!"
My left hand has already traced its way down south, my fingers feeling every inch of her smooth stomach skin as well as thin stubs of growing pubic hair. Some of it are quite prickly, and others already quite groomed, leading me to conclude she's still in her growing phase. Chiyome and Danzō both keep it near-bald, shaving their hair clean and simply controlling the resulting growth each time once they gauged I like it.
Kippōshi twitches once she feels my fingers running through considerably wet patches, her breathing growing more and more ragged in my mouth as she tries to voice out her embarrassed protest. I suck strongly on her tongue and envelop most of her lips with my own, while carefully feeling around the hood of her clitoris to peel it in the most sensitive way possible.
It's better to be gentle at this moment against a girl as high-strung as Kippōshi. She may be not terribly sensitive, but with her mental state in full throttle due to the situation, as well as the massive increase of blood flow… everywhere courtesy of her thumping heart, she'll feel every single sensation ever clearer. It's certainly possible to attain this level again even with experienced women, but it requires more time and effort… as well as trust, such as the one between me and Chiyome and Danzō.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
She jolts and screams, breaking our French kiss, when I successfully expose her swollen and hardened bean to free air… and lightly scratches it with the tip of my fingernail.
It must be a great shock to her, but for me, it's the result of continuous stimulation elsewhere, so once her clitoris is attacked, all of the created ecstasy converges and rushes out as one.
For instance, my constant kissing around her oral cavity. She must've not known her tongue can become an erogenous spot, and certainly not the way I unlock it. By varying the angle, strength, rhythm, as well as humming sweet words right into her throat – which will reverberate strongly into the bottom of her cranium – I overwhelm her senses purely by blocking one of the two airway she uses to breathe. With a brain lacking in oxygen, yet rich with blood flow from the constant high heart rate, it's easy to induce a hypnotic and excited state simply by not giving her time to compose herself between the shallow, platonic, deep, erotic, and downright dangerous kisses and tongue play.
Then, I never neglect her nipples. Kneading her breasts from the outside in with one hand, palming the base and occasionally brushing the tips with them, I keep her attention and want to the lack of stimulation around her areola. Only occasionally pinching and flicking and pressing into them – and only very gently at that – when I squeeze the nipples strongly at the same time of the first clitoral stimulation…
Well, this happens.
I feel a thick, creamy goo splash against my thigh and partly onto the futon. Because of our proximity, we have to entwine our legs around each other while giving just enough room for me to finger her and she to give me a… rather mediocre handjob. Anyway, this distance means the sudden bucking motion her hips make slaps her pubic mound onto the bottom of my erect cock, moistening it greatly along the way.
'That… should've hurt, right…? Should I turn off Reinforcement?'
No, that's a bad idea. I have to keep a level head, or all I'll become is a degenerate beast which will consume Kippōshi without limit.
I continue to knead her rock-hard nipple with my fingers, always right at the edge of being painful, occasionally pulling her sizeable breasts and letting go, allowing it to bounce back into shape by jiggling and morphing seductively. She is right, it is growing, though still nowhere near what I think she wants after a few of her barbed jealous comments. Still, it fits nicely in my palm, as the overly-sensitive and swollen nub now rests at the centre of my palm, my hand gently squeezing it to soothe the intense sharp pleasure just now.
She mewls, burying her face into my neck to hide her orgasmic face once her mind returns from that state of pure white. "S-Shirō… H-Haa… P-Please wait… W-Wait…!"
Her voice sharply rises at the end as I keep scratching the underside of her clitoris, this time with the bottom of my cock near the scrotum, while my left hand has circled to the small of her back and hugs her hips close, not allowing her to pull away.
"Why? Kippōshi, just enjoy it."
"N-No! I… I don't m-mean that! H-Hyah…! Kya! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
It's a gentler and longer movement, as I enjoy the squelching noise my skin makes when hitting the ever-filling puddle of white goo she no doubt is flooding the futon with. I capture her lips once again, suckling alternatively between her top and bottom lips this time, still constantly playing with her breasts and nipples with my available hand.
She tries to awkwardly reply, rubbing the bulging tip of my cock tenderly, but this close distance makes it even more difficult for her. Kippōshi decides against equally pleasuring me after some time, having not found any headway to making me spurt out my sperm, and rises both hands to rest them around my neck, finally fully immersing herself to the one-sided pleasure.
…then I am the one to break the connection apart, eliciting a disappointed groan from her messy face.
I take one second to appreciate the scenery. Soaked in sweat, her oddly-perfect skin – despite spending most of her time outside in the field – has that sheen I like from experiencing many little orgasms. Her normally sharp and ambitious expression is nowhere to be found – instead, her flushed face pants and emits light breath puffs, with light tears rolling down her cheeks and drool drying up on the corners of her lips. Her jet-black hair splays around messily, creating a great contrasting frame when my eyes trail down to peek at her dark red nipples and creamy pools of liquid on her stomach.
"Just now… What do you mean by disallowing yourself to enjoy it?"
- Pa! Pa! Pa!
"M-Muu… You stop when I want you to continue, yet tormenting me continuously when I wish for a break," she complains cutely, pounding my chest lightly in a similar manner to Himiko from earlier in the day. "D-Do you toy with women in this way often? Poor Chiyome and Danzō…"
"I don't think 'poor' is the word they'll use." I confidently smirk. "I assure you they love my touches just as I love theirs."
"Playboy…!"
- Pa!
"I-It's just…" Her voice tails off near the end, as she shifts her gaze to the side shyly. "I-I'm the only one f-feeling good, so…"
"What nonsense." I peck her forehead, much more sensually than I usually do to Jūbei, before explaining, "My lord, allow this retainer of yours to satisfy you."
"T-That's why…! A-A-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Before she can completely formulate an answer, my lips and tongue have already slid downwards, shuffling my body quickly to spread open her thighs and open her most precious place.
She screams, unprepared when I kiss her budding flower's tip and suckle on it strongly.
"U-UU-UUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A-AAAAHHH! S-SHIRŌŌŌŌŌŌŌŌ…!"
The strong musk of sweat and female ejaculation overwhelms my already-sensitive nose, but I inhale it all anyway to fully experience Kippōshi's entire body. it's important to savour all parts of one's partner, either positive or negative to the public, in order to build the aforementioned trust and comfort between them. The more one is relaxed around their partner, the easier and higher the maximum pleasure will come. While there are certainly drugs to break down the mind with it, it's no way to build a long-term relationship – before even considering the medium-term health risk of using such methods.
Each woman has their own flavours, as well as the texture they excrete. Chiyome's is refreshingly cool, with a sharp mineral-like quality near the end… and boy, can she squirt lots. Meanwhile, Danzō's is artificially rich and sweet, leading me to think she's been designed 'that way', though she claims there's no evidence of such intentions, nor any lasting experience, in her memory bank. Not quite the easy squirter, but she can get wet very quickly from both holes, both clear and sticky like thin mucus.
Kippōshi, meanwhile, is rather… ordinary, if I may say it that way? Most girls find it difficult to match a man's twisted fantasy, thinking they can squirt and pee and lose control with minimal caressing. Instead, most of them can only lubricate themselves with this thick, creamy white vaginal secretion which looks quite similar to semen. Of course, they taste and chew completely differently, but even to produce this amount, a man has to carefully and persistently stimulate the woman to the point of exhaustion.
Using the tip of my tongue to keep the clitoral hood up, I gently latch and bite her puffy lips, which are already gasping open and close slowly from the previous orgasm, leaking white fluids with every beat. Lapping on the creamy liquid first to clean up the 'field', I trace around her inner thighs with my tongue, clasping my hand around them to prevent her from running away or closing her legs, careful to keep her clitoris stimulated with mild brushes from my cheek and nose tip.
"N-No! T-That place is…! H-HYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Under the clitoris, I slowly pierce her urethra's opening with the tip of my tongue, just enough to loosen it and send nervous signals to her brain. At this state, a touch at this place will be confused with vaginal pleasure by the body, because of its close proximity to the ejaculatory gland.
Her hips tremble violently, trying its hardest to resist the urge to pee.
"S-SHIRŌŌŌŌ…! P-Please, no! I-I'm going to…! G-GGGGGUUUUUUUUOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I know full well she's gone to the toilet beforehand, so nothing's actually going to happen apart from another orgasm. Of course, she doesn't know this, as the foreign tingling sensation from her crotch is indistinguishable from the sensation of urinating.
Her body bucks a few times, which is my signal to finally attack her inner walls.
I can feel her outer vaginal muscles contracting, mimicking the effort of peeing and cumming at the same time. Therefore, they're the one actually coming down on my tongue, reducing the effort needed to curl and twist said organ around to reach her tenderest spots. As proof, her G-spot is pushed out to a position almost near the entrance, the sudden change in texture being the best indication of this clump of nerves. I strongly prod against it, almost grinding it upwards, and Kippōshi responds in kind by howling at the constant waves of pleasure.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I won't let her rest.
She tastes like that particular charred spot on a roasted bone marrow which is jjjuuuuuussttt right. The various liquid coming out of her holes – 'Oh, there's still some pee…' – are filled to the brim with magical energy, but also the emotions she buries deep inside her. These are the ones which I'm not even privy too, because someone of her station must not reveal everything of themselves to others, lest the latter use the weakness they see against her.
She may want to share everything, but her training as a daimyo and Princess General instinctively excludes some things which I'm curious about.
The darkness in her – or, rather, the ones prevalent in her other selves I know of – does it still exist? Does it hold some form of control on her, or has she mastered it to an extent? Does she have any traumas which will trigger its full awakening? Is it connected to her Guardian Spirit and Magecraft?
If even a tiny bit of that corrupting power exists within her, I'll do my best after this to make her as happy and fulfilled as possible.
…or, that was the plan.
Instead, what's revealed to me as I drink and inhale everything she has is pure, simple memories of a girl. One who grows up with a beloved childhood friend, surrounded by trusted, entertaining retainers and maids, and lives harmoniously with her siblings. The one area I can think of which can be a potential worrisome spot – her parents – doesn't even exist anymore, as if it dies the moment they do.
Still, it's growing difficult to read because all of that are just background flavours, masked by a powerful front of pure happiness and love – two emotions I absolutely cannot associate with her selves from my own history.
It simply spurs me on – therefore, the plan actually doesn't change. I'm just more motivated to send her crazy with everything I have in return. She has, inadvertently or not, exposes her whole self – it's only appropriate if I return the favour with the same, or even stronger, zeal.
Reading the peaks and throughs of one's own orgasm is difficult, much less someone else. I have to resort to my Pure Eyes, shining brightly silver and illuminating the spots where I'm sure Kippōshi will scream out, "Go die, you pervert!" in any other occasions, allowing me to see the full intricate movements of her outer and inner folds, as well as the pink flesh squirming and squeezing inside both holes.
What's the use of this technique? In order to maintain continuous orgasm, it's not enough to constantly attack the same spot, because the resulting hypersensitivity will only turn the pleasure into uncomfortable pain. Yes, some people like it this way, but I don't want to take the chance on Kippōshi's first time. My Pure Eyes can see where the magic energy inside her is flowing out of her control, naturally converging at various spots inside her body.
A Mystic Eye will have the ability to interact with these spots directly, but my Pure Eyes can only observe them and help decide which is worth the effort.
"Ooo… O-Ohooo…"
Kippōshi is making some choking sounds, her body still trembling violently. I'm not in a position where I can observe her facial reactions, but no doubt it's spectacularly arousing and sexy.
- Nyuu!
"Hyooooooo…!"
When my tongue's tip prod into her thick hymen, she lets out an inhuman squeal from her spasming lungs.
While this may be the subject of various men's fantasies, I'm not too happy about what I find.
It's thick. Which means it's going to considerably hurt when I pierce it with my raging boner.
I have no doubt the heads of Kyoto's men are filled with delusions of sleeping with her like this, claiming her untouched pussy as the first conqueror and ignoring what pain and discomfort they're causing to the girl. The victory parade and royal invitation showcase her beauty to them, and while many will be deterred by my presence, there's nothing holding them back in their own rooms, either alone or with their partners, or even spending some money in the red-light districts while playing out their twisted fantasies.
It's the natural order, I suppose. I can't even barge in and beat them up because there's simply going to be too many to count.
- Nyuu! Nyuu! Nyuu!
Curious, I keep testing her hymen's limits, stretching it as far as I can without it breaking or Kippōshi crying out in pain. Unlike Chiyome or Danzō, who can modify their bodies far beyond what a human can do, Kippōshi is… well, in all accounts fully human with no interesting traits whatsoever.
However, after several more seconds doing that, it appears I've lagged behind in maintaining her state full of ecstasy, as she manages to somewhat recompose herself and lightly pats the side of my head, desperately trying to garner my attention.
Sighing in disappointment at my lack of discipline, I rise up and toss aside the futon cover as it's becoming unbearably hot and muggy down there. The combination of her puffy, stifling pussy with her fluids' inability to shed away heat effectively makes it quite hard to breathe, and I only realize that when I instinctively gasp for air deeply, slightly shocked when the cooler air outside hit my back.
Under the magically-powered lights, her entire naked body is now in full view from my elevated position.
There are traces of down around her lips where she forcibly bites through the fabric in order to avoid accidentally biting her own tongue in ecstasy, caked with dried drool. A trail of clear snot runs down her upper lips, mimicking the outflow of milky white juices from her slightly raised hips onto her own stomach. Her hands are weakly bent on her sides, while her legs remain at the position I left them: spread open to allow me to see the level of grooming she's done on her pubic hair, as well as her gasping asshole, puckering and exhaling in accordance to the twitches of her body.
Sliding upwards while placing my arms underneath her knees at the same time, pushing her legs into a straight-V position now, I ask her, "What is it? Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head vigorously, but stops halfway when her eyes start spinning from the lack of oxygen due to her constant screaming and gasping and moaning.
"Y-Your words e-earlier… D-Don't call me 'lord'… R-Right now, I-I'm…" She stutters several times, still shivering in pleasure, and moans lightly when I trail some kisses up her collarbone and onto her cheeks. "I'm… W-We're not lord a-and retainer… D-Do you remember? O-Our pact… 'Tenka Fubu', together…"
"Of course. How can I forget?"
"Then p-please act like you r-remember it," she pleads breathlessly. "Right now… W-We're just l-l-lovers, a-aren't we? Equal."
"Ah."
I pause my array of kisses, as her words finally settles in my mind.
'You idiot.'
Still cradling her legs, I lift one of my arms to stroke her face with my fingers. "I'm sorry… I was selfish…"
She giggles. "J-Just… L-Let me make you f-feel good too… D-Don't mind my p-pleasure too much. I'm more interested in y-yours…"
Then, when I am caught off-guard, she expertly wraps her raised legs around my neck and reverses our position, ending up with her sitting on my chest and smearing her juices on it.
"I… don't mind if it hurts."
"…what are you saying," I point out matter-of-factly. "Aside from the fact it's my responsibility to-"
"That's exactly it!" She nearly shouts, slamming her palms to the futon either side of my face. "Why should you bring 'responsibility' and 'my lord' and these things into this?! I… I want you to embrace me like you do to Chiyome and Danzō!"
Her heartfelt plea nearly makes her cry… though I can't differentiate her tears between the earlier ones where she cums all over the place and the ones she's instinctively producing right now when pouring her heart out.
"…because today… a-aren't I your l-lover?"
"Understood."
"B-Bohe…?!"
Even before she finishes her sentence, the emotions I've constantly received from her and stockpiled have already boiled over. Having accumulated plenty enough already throughout my missions, I've realized I'm beginning to understand and produce my own, heightening my efficiency and capacity to act my role.
I've been wrong all along. The 'Shirō' she wants isn't the perfect retainer and partner to her ambitions. No, right now… all she wants is a proper, pure relationship her other selves have never had.
…or, that's my interpretation of her words. Let's confirm with my actions.
She squeaks when I raise my upper body, almost causing her to fall, but I catch her back before anything can happen. Because of our previous position, where her crotch is quite close to my face as she confesses, only her butt slides downwards and the back of her legs get caught on my shoulders, folding her body in half inside this tight embrace. In essence, we're now sitting right in front of each other, almost at eye level, with the only distinction being her legs are still positioned straight upwards, granting my dick unrestricted access to her wet hole with just one upward thrust.
- Chupu.
With a rather chaste kiss, I begin.
These past few days had been utter chaos.
With Yoshimoto's surrender, the sudden influx of Imagawa soldiers and resource, Shirō's victory over Uesugi Kenshin, and the royal invitation, Nobunaga was already near her wit's end. Despite having many capable retainers, the amount of work was such she must oversee and complete many tasks herself, making her busy to the point it's actually more efficient if she piggybacked on Chiyome and Danzō's ninjutsu and made several clones of herself.
But, being the proud and arrogant warlord, she was determined to see through everything herself. This was one of the issues she overlooked in her past life, leading her to miss several small yet obvious clues which led to her retainers' betrayal of not just her life, but also her ideals. Mitsuhide might be the one who directly killed her, but neither Hideyoshi nor Motoyasu actually continued along the path she'd set for them, choosing instead to drown themselves in riches and power and personal ambition, turning petty and setting their sights onto their own people instead of the foreign threats. Nobunaga didn't realize it until it's too late Chacha was her actual true successor, yet her neglect of her niece meant the young girl had no military backing or actual political power, leading to her untimely death at the Siege of Osaka.
Who else could Nobunaga blame but herself? The fact she also failed to produce a proper heir herself also pointed to her neglect of her spouses. That's the reason why she coddled Nō so much right now when she had the chance, as the guilt in her for treating the little girl as nothing more than a tool to unify Oda and Mino reared its head.
Hideyoshi was a lost cause, but her still-remaining family wasn't. Nobukatsu was still here. Oichi was still here. Even that annoyingly soft-hearted Nagamasa, who buckled under family pressure every time, was also here, having just becoming her in-law.
…and Shirō was here, despite them having not met at all in her previous life.
Did his existence mean fate was finally being kind to her? Did her bad karma from killing and burning thousands of believers get burnt off along with Honnō-ji? Did she no longer have to feel guilty, and should enjoy life as much as possible to the fullest this time?
In her orgasm-hazed mind, she couldn't find a clear answer to all these questions… partially because, despite her embarrassing pleas, Shirō didn't stop making the inside of her head full white!
When he whispered about Enma-tei's 'privacy', it took all she had not to gulp audibly like an inexperienced virgin girl. shaking in her kimono when approached by any gentleman of stature.
…well, truthfully, she's exactly that… but she's Oda Nobunaga! She shouldn't cower in the face of a novel experience, should she?!
But that's what she did. Dumbly laying there without a fight as her clothes were peeled one by one, her skin and private parts exposed inch by teasing inch, and her oral cavity explored completely by a rough and big tongue. He had requested her to pleasure him with her own hands, but she couldn't even do such a simple job! She had no doubt her own replying kisses were just as lame and stiff as her nervous hands.
A dreadful thought peeked out from the blanketing hazy cloud of pleasure.
What if… after this, he found her boring? What if she disappointed him, and secretly swore never to touch her again?
That's not impossible. Yes, she'd had some experience in her previous life… as the somewhat dominant role. That, too, was mostly business-like – Nō and her other mistresses were nothing more than trophies and tools whose purpose was to bring 'honour' to their respective families by tying alliances with the then-powerful Owari. Back then, she lacked the worldview born of her regret and guilt during and after her tragic death, and despite respecting Nō's opinions as a perfectly smart, thoughtful individual, Nobunaga had never practiced what she preached to others in regard to abandoning foolish traditions, and instead followed the norm regarding women of Nō's stature.
However… now? With the overwhelming love and affection she had towards Shirō, and the knowledge resisting this would incur a long-term negative result – and thus all the more motivation of giving herself all into this emotional typhoon – and his skill in toying with the women's body, she simply had no idea even foreplay was this pleasurable. It made her slightly scared of the actual sex, because she heard it was on another level than this heavy petting.
As expected, being on the receiving end was something else…
This face, this body, this hand which were caressing every inch of her body… made it worse by the fact they were the same things she'd encountered since she was a child. The voice whispering words to her wagging tongue in the midst of multiple kisses was the one who reached out to her from beyond that accursed flames exploding out of her body.
This trip to Kyoto was supposed to be strictly business. Her public attachment to him was also meant to be nothing more than a statement.
…she's blaming Enma-tei for creating such a perfect environment! And don't think she missed that 'look' Benienma-dono was giving her when she closed the door!
In her shyness, she hid under the futon. Well, she knew deep down it didn't do anything, since Shirō could see and trace her body perfectly well in the dark.
He was quick to silence any of her protests by occupying her mouth the entire time. Capturing her tongue and sucking it out at the very first instance he got, like those Nanban she saw eating raw shellfish, all she could muster were shocked, surprised, and pleasurable moans when the tip of his own tongue tickled and pressured various places in her oral cavity.
She jumped slightly when she felt his hands groping all over her naked body, easily brushing aside the already-open clothing to have access to her skin. It tickled when her breasts' mounds were traced, but it soon turned into something more intense when he grabbed and played with them, burying his fingers into their softness while also frustratingly avoiding the nipples she begged for him to touch.
Alas, he knew her too well, and thus managed to avoid giving her too quick a release.
She didn't know when she allowed her thighs to spread, granting access to his naughty fingers to tease her lower lips. Yes, she'd touched and played with them herself, but the combination of the vastly different finger roughness and the overflowing joy at having the man she loved desiring and fondling her lovingly made it a vastly more hypnotic and mind-boggling experience.
What truly shocked her was how different his tongue and kissing prowess felt on her own pussy, though.
She'd done it before with Nō and various other mistresses, but it's only to the extent of lubricating the holes before insertion. Using a magically-crafted dick also reduced the pleasurable sensation she felt, because of the limit of Thaumaturgy in her previous life, so it's never gotten to the point her body uncontrollably buckling and spurting out juices against Shirō's face and losing control of her bladder. Fortunately, she'd dumped most things in her intestines at the toilet beforehand, or she'd make more of a mess she didn't want to take responsibility of.
…i-it's better to be prepared for anything, okay?! W-What if Shirō l-liked it that way…?
Fortunately, he appeared to be lost in thought, and his now-monotonous movement gave her the opportunity to catch a breath and confessed her heartfelt emotions properly.
Her heart leapt when she saw his expression change from his usual calm and kind one to one filled with insatiable desire to consume her. A lustful face completely unsuitable to show in front of her retainers, but one she was dying to see.
'Did Chiyome and Danzō see this every day? I'm jealous…'
She couldn't finish that train of thought, however, because his cock finally pierced her to her deepest parts.
"MMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
'I-It hurts…! O-Ow!'
She involuntarily screamed not because of the level of pain, but more due to the suddenness and her body's warmed-up condition. It felt exactly like she was stabbed, much like how women described it in various honest literatures, but it wasn't beyond what she could take. Hell, Shirō himself had stabbed her harder than this with his swords during their training matches, where the wounds were fortunately healed soon after by his Magecraft and her Guardian Spirit's innate self-healing ability.
Still, tears flowed down from her eyes despite her best efforts, because of the overwhelming happiness and the sense of accomplishment she's feeling.
Ever the worrywart, he paused in his movements, letting his large girth settle right under her womb and among her tight walls, and asked softly, "Kippōshi? A-Are you alright…?"
The contrast between his earlier savageness during foreplay and his current fretting self was cute.
She was sure her face was incredibly slovenly, and even if by some miracle she could still show some form of composed expression, her fully-crimson hair was a dead giveaway to her true feelings. "Y-Yesh… I-Id dashen't huurzzzt et all…"
To be honest, it didn't only hurt, but burn. His cock's inherent heat was transferred right over through her inner walls – no doubt he's feeling the same thing, judging from the lustful glance he kept sending her way – and the pure friction of the back of the cock's head with her folds only increased the discomfort even further, despite the copious amount of lubrication she should've produced already.
Just like when they were kids up to now, a stroke of his hand on her head soothed all of it away.
Her position – with calves hooked on his shoulders, and her legs half-squished between their bodies – didn't allow any movement at all, making her practically helplessly bound at his mercy. Yet, there was only confidence in her heart he only had her best interests in mind, allowing her to relax her abdominal muscles almost immediately after the first insertion and breathe normally through gritted teeth.
- Nyup.
"O-Ooohhh…" She whispered out a low groan when this relaxation actually draped her uterus's mouth on top of his dick head, pushing it ever deeper. "S-Shirōōōō…"
"Yeah, I know."
He flexed his arms, hugging both her legs and shoulder at the same time, and began shaking her entire body up and down.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ha! Aah~ Ah! Aah… Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Aah~ ! AAH… AAH ! AAAH~ ! AAHHH! HAAA! Hiii,,, AH!"
Almost immediately, sweet cries began to escape from her lips.
He's gentle… excruciatingly so. Perhaps her earlier pained expression made him nervous, but he made sure her every fold felt his girth, prodding it with his tip and scratching them with his broad head. Slowly, ever so slowly... From the entrance to her deepest reaches, slighlty beyond even her womb's mouth, he truly filled her with an indescribable sensation.
...mostly because she herself had never had one this big, even with Magecraft.
They spent several minutes like that, her arms tighlty clinging around his neck to push her tongue deep into his mouth, desperately trying to distract herself from the extreme pleasure just to enjoy it. If she let up for one second, her consciousness would've flown off, and she definitely wouldn't want her first experience with him to fly by just like that. She wanted to savour every moment and movement, just like he did to her entire body with his own earlier and right now.
- Nyup. Nyup. Nyup.
The sounds coming from the innermost folds of her pussy reverberated directly into her cranium's inside, explaining exactly what's going on. The wet, sloshing splashes spurted out every time he knocked her womb's door, prodding the soft, circular tissue from below, allowing the central opening to squirt out plenty of lubricating juices – the kind a woman's body prepares itself for babymaking.
"Kippōshi... Am I going too fast? Or are you able to enjoy- Oh, never mind."
He took a break from kissing to ask her, but she guessed her face must've been so slovenly it answered his concerns immediately.
"H-Hya... D-Don't look, S-Shirō... I-I'm cumming r-right now..." she stuttered out, limply burying her face into the cranny of his neck. "P-Prrhheeaasseee… AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…!"
She was already in the middle of a long orgasm before, but the sudden torrent of hot cum blasting into her womb pushed the sensation to a whole new level, causing her to scream.
In the midst of her blanking mind, she missed the fact Shirō himself was groaning and struggling to hold back his orgasm since earlier, having been turned on so much from his passive empathetical absorption of her emotions. "G-Grhh… K-Kippōshi, sorry…! Argh! Argh! Mghh!"
His hip ground as deep as possible, pinning her down with his entire body weight, he aimed his penis head right into the welcoming hot inner lips of her womb. Grunting just as animalistically as his partner, he let everything out in several thick spurts, feeling like his soul was being siphoned out along with them.
'T-That's c-crazy… D-Did I l-love her this much…?' Panting, he thought of this insanely pleasurable orgasm, comparable to the ones he had with Chiyome and Danzō after several hot, steamy rounds of sex with their bodies already pushed to a as sensitive a point as possible. 'W-Wow…'
Exhaling roughly, having dropped his grip on her to fall atop her frothing pussy into the ground, he allowed the desire to continue to take over his body. "K-Kippōshi, I'm going again…!"
"H-Hweh…?! H-Hyah, n-no! S-Shirōōōō…! W-WAI-AAHHH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH! ARGH!"
The human body was at their most sensitive after a climax, either a pleasurable or painful one. It's even worse for a woman due to her hormonal and physical composition, because while the small peaks might not exceed a man's own, they lasted far longer. Therefore, it's possible to 'stitch' these peaks together, overlap them, and create far higher nonstop peaks which would overwhelm her sanity similar to how a man's cheap fantasies picture their partners looked like.
…even though his skills were inadequate.
Shirō was now determined to pull out all the stops, pledging his desire after hearing Nobunaga's confession to open himself completely to her. She had done so – it'd only be fair if he reciprocated it in return even though they're not formally married yet. This was the crucial change he'd made for this reality, he decided – to surround Nobunaga with as much people who truly understood and accepted all her quirks and ideas as possible, no matter how difficult they'd be to find.
…and he'd be the first.