A/N: This Chapter Contains lemon. If you are uncomfortable with that please skip to the straightened text.

Natori sighed as she sat on her throne. Court was due to begin soon, but her beloved and his officials had not arrived yet. Being the crown jewel of her clan, she was well versed in judging cases. Her beloved had deemed her capable of judging cases in his absence. Her white hair overlapped her shoulder, and adorning her head was a golden headband tiara. Her amethyst eyes kept looking towards the door. Her tanned, athletically voluptuous frame was hidden by a white dress with a golden belt that outlined her curves. The dress slit on both sides, revealing her thighs, but allowing her free movement. Golden clamps adorned her arms, and matching anklets replaced her shoes.

The doors opened, and her beloved, along with his officials, had finally entered the room. Her beloved's star shaped hair was mostly black, with red outlining the shape and gold bangs framing his face. Three bangs shot into the rest of his hair like lightning bolts. His also amethyst eyes were lit with happiness. He wore a white tunic with a blue sash at the bottom and golden jewelry. Adorning his head was a golden crown with the eye of Horus in the middle. His full lips were smiling. His eyes changed as soon as he looked at her, and Natori sighed. She knew that look. Her beloved was about to cause a scene. Her beloved was unpredictable, and Natori's excitement increased as he closed the distance. Walking up the steps to his throne, her beloved held out his hand. Natori of course placed her hand in his, and stood with his help.

He pulled her close. "Do you know what I love the most about your dresses?" He asked, caressing her hip with his nimble and strong hands.

"What's that?" Natori asked, only to gasp a second later.

Her beloved's hand had snuck its way into her dress, and he had slid two fingers into her core. Natori shuddered as her body began responding to him. She covered her own mouth. He began to move his fingers slow, pushing in and out of her. It was one of the most wondrous tortures ever experienced.

Her beloved's smirk was wicked. "It's so easy for me to do this… Is this why you wear such attire my love?"

Natori but whimpered in response, her voice thankfully muffled by her own hand. She shook her head, her muffled moans increasing when his fingers began to move faster. He held her close to him, watching the pleasured look in her eyes. They simmered seductively, opening and closing at his discretion. He curled his fingers, grinning at the muffled scream and the instinctive way she pressed closer. He could hear her panting moans. Natori glared at him through her pleasure, and he simply chuckled darkly.

"The only thing that look will get you, my rose, is undressed." He told her, pressing deeper.

Natori's hips thrust forward, and she clenched her eyes shut. Her beloved began thrusting his fingers, and they were sure that their servants could hear the sounds of him playing with her.

"I wanna hear more…" Her beloved whispered in her ear.

Natori uncovered her mouth. "No! My Pharaoh!-"

Her beloved curled his fingers within her, and she groaned in his ear. He moved his fingers fast and hard, and she began to quiver and pant. She was positive that all in attendance now knew what he was doing to her. Her beloved chuckled, and his eyes showed no mercy when her own purple eyes pleaded with him.

"I haven't felt you all day my love… I'm afraid that I hold no mercy…"

"Please!"

"My Pharaoh," A voice called to him. Her beloved turned his head from her. "Court is about to begin." They said.

Her beloved growled, and then turned back to Natori. He slammed his fingers into her once more, and then pulled out completely. He pulled Natori's swaying body to him.

"See yourself to our chambers," he whispered in her ear. "Resume what I've started, but do not allow yourself to finish. I will finish it in a moment."

Natori trembled against him, but she managed to nod obediently.

"Use your words love." Her beloved told her.

"Y-yes m-my Pharaoh…" Natori stuttered out.

Her beloved released her, and she gave him a look of raw arousal before side stepping him.

His eyes narrowed. She was moving too slow. "Go!" He growled, slapping her ass as he did so. Natori yelped before running out of the throne room entirely. When her Pharaoh wanted something. He got it.

The Pharaoh sat down at his own throne, watching his rose running out of the room. He smirked and placed his glistening fingers into his mouth. He wanted her. Bad. His advisors knew that quite well. He and Natori had their time together throughout the day. When his wife was absent from him for a long period of time, he became irritable. He looked over at his personal guard and smiled.

His guard looked over and pursed his lips. "Nasty bastard."

The Pharaoh chuckled. "Please. I'm sure you've had worst moments than that dad."

"Your point!?"

The Pharaoh simply laughed, and signaled for Court to began.

Natori panted as the sensations wreaked havoc on her frame. She couldn't stop herself from quivering helplessly upon their bed. She had all but sprinted into her shared room with her husband. She had stripped herself completely bare, and now laid out on their bed, doing as her Pharaoh commanded. Her fingers would never be as long as her beloved's. So she would never reach the place he could so easily reach. She rubbed the bundle of nerves gently, carefully, so not to accidentally finish herself. Her beloved knew how to finish her all too well. Her back arched, and she let out a strangled cry. She immediately pulled back. That was close. Too close. She had to calm down, and then resume her wondrous torture. Hands pinned her own above her head, and she looked up into the eyes of her beloved. Had he really neglected his duties again!? Seto and Kasumi would have both of their heads this time.

"Y-you should be… Judging cases…" She told him quietly.

Her beloved smirked. "Would you rather I go back?"

"N-n-no…"

"Good."

The Pharaoh kissed Natori's lips, allowing her to sit up and undress him. Once he had been stripped bare, he climbed onto their bed and straddled her. Natori moaned into their kiss, letting her hands wander over his form leisurely. Her beloved really was a beautiful man. His hair was soft, and his tanned skin stretched over hard muscle. She honestly felt sorry for any man dumb enough to fight her Pharaoh. He was stronger than her, and she wasn't human!

Her Pharaoh began to kiss down her form. "You're so beautiful…" he told her, his hands wandering her as if it were the first time. He kissed the valley between her breasts, and then wrapped his lips around a hardened bud. Natori whimpered, and her body began to quiver once more.

"I see. My queen is so close already… Should I torture her more? I wonder?"

"Yes…" Natori whispered.

Her beloved chuckled. "A glutton for punishment…" he continued his descent. He kissed her stomach, dipping his tongue teasingly into her navel. He bypassed her sacred garden completely, opting to kiss her thighs instead. He spread her legs apart gently, kissing her inner thighs, taking his time. He jumped back when her legs snapped shut. There was a horrid blush on her face. He smiled, amused at the fact that no matter how many times they did this, she remained as bashful as she was their first time. His eyes narrowed however, he didn't like being denied access to his own personal heaven. He parted her legs roughly. "Be a good girl now." He told her, wrapping his arms around her thighs so that she couldn't close her legs again. He spread her lower lips gently, and then lowered his head. He moaned at her taste. She never ceased to amaze him with how clean she kept herself. He watched her eyes clench shut, and listened to the soft mewl that left her lips. He closed his eyes, and savored both his wife, and this moment. He had told Seto that they would be quick, but he had lied. This would never be a quick session. There was a difference between making love, and simply fucking. He had never once, fucked his wife. Her back arched, but then a growl left her lips. She was getting tired of his teasing, and he was painfully hard. Sitting up, the Pharaoh crawled back to Natori. He kissed her passionately, positioning himself. He traced up her neck as he slid deep into her flower. She cried out and held his back, raising her hips to welcome him home. He grunted, borrowing deeper. She had always been tight. He figured it was because of her constant training.

"B-beloved!" She panted out.

He groaned in response. Heat. It was the only way he could describe the passion between them. He pulled out almost completely, and then slammed back in. She made a choked sound at the back of her throat. Their pace became brutal in a matter of moments. He groaned, a wicked grin on his face as he slammed into her over and over. She moaned passionately, biting her lip with a pleading whimper. The sound was like music to his ears, and he thrust harder. "I told you my love… Ah… I have no mercy to give…"

"A-ahhhh… Yes! Beloved! More!"

He simply chuckled. He was glad that she understood. It really wasn't her fault that her very voice was enough to undo him. Their moans mingled together as the sounds of their passion filled the room. He bit the weak spot on her neck, and began aiming for the spot he loved the most. The spot that had her scratching his back and screaming incoherently. He took pride at the fact that he was the only one who could do this to her. She was uncomfortable around any other man save for the ones in her family, and his cousin, who was married to her best friend. As expected, Natori screamed as raw pleasure ignited every nerve in her body. Her nails found purchase at her Pharaoh's back, and scratched down. He hissed in pleasure as his hips snapped forward. He vaguely heard the knocks at their door, but both Pharaoh and queen were far too engrossed in each other to care. Natori's walls began to squeeze around him, and he knew that she was close. He was reaching his end as well, and panted as his pace became frantic. Natori's sudden scream was loud enough for the Gods to hear, and her beloved moaned out as his climax hit him as well. Natori's eyes fluttered closed, and her beloved knew that she had fainted. He pulled out of her, and then covered them both with their covers. He pulled her close, and then allowed himself to faint as well. Seto and Kasumi would have to finish judging the cases.

Both Natori and Yugi shot up in bed. They looked at each other, and their cherry red faces matched their thoughts. Natori looked away, completely flustered. What was that dream about!? She took a deep breath. She couldn't look Yugi in his eyes. She wondered if he had broken his promise to her? And that was why she had that dream? No. He wouldn't do that to her. But based off of that dream… She wondered… If given the chance… What would he do to her…?

Ugh! She couldn't think about Yugi like that! He was her cute baby panda!

…

Since when was Yugi her baby panda? Last she had heard, he was panting after Teá like a good dog. She lowered her eyes. What did Teá have that she didn't? Granted, she wasn't a damsel in distress like Teá. And she was way more violent prone than her. Maybe… If she were more docile…

No.

Natori Hana Sukimori had never been a docile woman, and she wouldn't start now.

"Um… H-how did you sleep?" Yugi asked.

Natori turned to him. Her blush came back full force. "Oh um… I-I slept fine. You?"

"Yeah. Uh… M-me too."

Natori looked around, and noticed that Kasumi hadn't come back last night. Wrinkling her brow, Natori crawled out of the bed, and left the room. But she didn't leave without waving goodbye to Yugi. She would be back tonight. Besides, he needed to dress himself. She made her way back to her room. Standing outside of their door, was none other than Weevil Underwood. He was standing outside, rather impatiently. Her fists clenched, and she began stalking towards him. He turned to her, and smiled brightly. The idiot really didn't know how to read a mood. There was nothing to be said as her fist slammed into his jaw. She heard the brutal crack of his jaw, and he started screaming in agony. Their door slid open immediately. Natori didn't care. She kicked him, and he flew down the hall and his back slammed into the wall. She went for him again, but Kasumi held her back.

"No Tori stop!" Kasumi cried, trying to pull her into their room.

"Fuck that bowlcut ass bitch. I'm gonna fuck him up!"

"No Tori he's not worth it!"

Arms snatched her out of Kasumi's arms suddenly, and she found herself pressed against a hard chest. Yami held her tightly, and began to rock her gently. "Do not allow a peasant to tilt your crown…"

Natori gasped at the serene sentence. She didn't know how, but it sounded so familiar. Especially coming from that voice.

Natori was just about to deliver the death bow. This… This insect had annoyed both her and her beloved for long enough. She hated her beloved seeing her fight, but she had been holding in her irate for a while. Both Kasumi and Seto had tried to pull her back, but failed miserably.

Arms suddenly snatched her into a hard chest. Her love knew exactly how to calm her.

He began to gently rock her. "Do not allow this peasant to tilt your crown."

Natori sighed, and nodded obediently. She shouldn't be drawing attention to herself anyway. She pulled back from Yami, and then entered the room. Kasumi looked to him gratefully.

Yami smiled. "I didn't pull her off for Weevil's sake. I did it because I don't want her hands on anyone else but me. Whether she is harming them or not."

Kasumi giggled. Seto was the same way. He had called her last night on a video call. She was so relieved to hear from him. Their conversation had gotten heated, and she had stayed in the room that night. She attested so to Natori when she asked. Natori made a face, but then smiled. Her smile soon turned into a frown as she thought about Mokuba. She would rescue Mokuba. And Pegasus? Would pay dearly for kidnapping him. Nobody fucked with Mokuba. She would ensure that everyone knew that fact.