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I took my time with this, I wanted it to be perfect...and detailed. It's a long one, so I hope you enjoy.
Epilogue Pt2 - The Wedding.
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Kagome closed the door to her hotel suite with a smile, Kikyo and Sango were already picking at the room service cart; peeking under coverings and nibbling fruit. The three women were spending some valuable quiet time together before the chaotic circus that was to come.
"I can't believe it's tomorrow." Kagome murmured, watching as her mother, who had preceded the room service cart, hung up a rather large garment bag in the closet.
"Well, you guys sure took your time." Sango replied pointedly. "You were engaged for what? Three years?"
"One year and eleven months." Hitomi called from the other room.
"You guys make it sound like we were running from the altar." Kagome groused, biting a strawberry from a platter while she waited for the familiar teasing. You'd think with how quickly they had to get together and engaged, everyone would have been more accepting and understanding of their wish for a long engagement. She rolled her eyes while Kikyo giggled.
"Don't you roll your eyes; we knew you would have put off the wedding, but we were getting worried for a second there." Hitomi spoke, hands on her hips while she watched her daughter.
"But it's a good thing we waited, we took our time and now you're getting not one, but TWO weddings. See, profit." Kagome pointed out, speaking about the traditional intimate wedding that was just for the Clans as well as the western style wedding that was upcoming.
"There were to be two weddings anyway, my dear. So, you didn't alter anything." Hitomi quipped playfully, shaking her head at her daughter. She would never admit, however, that it was lucky that they did push for a longer engagement, as because of that, Izayoi and herself were able to secure not one but two taian dates to celebrate both weddings.
It was surely auspicious, a great omen for their marriage that they celebrated on two highly rated lucky wedding dates.
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The ceremony for the Clan, while technically intimate, had been no less elaborate. It was held at the largest Shinto shrine in the middle of the city. Their wedding procession consisted of all the high-ranking members of both families along with close friends and select close Clan leaders. Along with the shrine maidens, priest and priest in training. While paparazzi and other prominent officials watched from the covered walkways of the shrine.
Kagome and Sesshoumaru were garbed in the traditional kimono regaling a wedding of a samurai family. Sesshoumaru was regal in his black silk montsuki, the formal haori laid perfectly over stark white and his black and white pinstriped hakama, his blonde hair was swept attractively into a low tail, the longer length allowing for the noble style.
Kagome was the perfect Japanese bride in her glistening white shiromuku and wataboshi. Her wedding kimono, while stark, was by no means simple. The heavy silk brocade was embroidered with depictions of cranes and pine trees which symbolize endurance and longevity, as well as orange blossoms for fertility. All three visible layers were folded immaculately and precisely. Tucked neatly into her obi were her fan, her symbolic decorative dagger and its case. Her intricate high topknot was covered by the stiff bridal hood that kept her beautiful face from being seen by anyone except Sesshoumaru.
She glanced up at him nervously, shyly. Her makeup was appropriately pale, without making her ghastly, showcasing a more natural appearance and light blush allowed for the rosy cheeks of a blushing bride. Her perfect red lip was the only shocking bit of colour aside from her bright blue eyes. He smiled at her in return, his own hazel eyes bright.
They made a charming pair walking through the courtyard in the procession, him leading her gracefully along behind the head priest and a pair of miko, the priest in training covering them from the glare of the sun with a large red umbrella. Their parents and other family members and friends trailed along behind them into the main hall of the shrine all dressed in their traditional finery for the occasion. They passed under the large torii, cleansing their party and readying them for the ceremony.
Once all were seated in the smaller decorated room, the ceremony began; an offering of a lush branch of a Japanese evergreen tree was given, the priest read an incantation to appeal to the gods for strength for the couple and one of the shrine maidens performed a ceremonial dance to please the gods. And then finally, the san san kudo.
The cheers from their family alerted the couple to their newly married status, blue eyes brightened in delight as she looked at her new husband beside her.
"Husband presumptive no more," he had whispered for her ears only and she giggled in return.
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"I think we were right to wait; I remember the circus that surrounded Kiki and Yasha's wedding." Kagome replied, raising a glass of wine to her lips.
"Didn't they start those rumors that you guys were fighting?" Sango asked.
"Yes! They wouldn't stop about how the attention on Kiki was making me upset and how I was demanding to be married off first since I was engaged to the heir. Ugh it was tiring." Kagome groused.
"It was very hilarious though, kept you on your toes." Kikyo giggled. "InuYasha and I had bets going on about the headlines. I won big when they started printing that 'pregnant and alone' crap."
Hitomi tittered, remembering Kagome's upset with the whole ordeal. She talked about wearing the tightest dresses for a week to prove she wasn't pregnant, Sesshoumaru ultimately talked her out of it, reminding her that the paparazzi didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.
"I mean, at least tomorrow is really just a formality, you guys are already married, we're just having the blow out party." Sango reminded.
"Yeah, just us and what, 300 of our closest friends?" Kagome looked to her mother for confirmation.
Hitomi shrugged elegantly, "Izayoi determined the guest list, so you'll have to ask her." She smiled, knowing that her daughter was only humoring her with this large ceremony. This party was really a show for the corporation and Clan. InuYasha and Kikyo's wedding, while large, would still be considered smaller and less elaborate in comparison to Sesshoumaru and Kagome's. The only thing bigger would probably be the naming ceremony of Sesshoumaru and Kagome's heir, whenever that time came.
"Remember, powerhouse of a family." Kikyo muttered into her glass of juice so that her Aunt didn't overhear.
"Well ladies, I will leave you to it for the night. Please get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow. Your hairdresser is coming at 9." Hitomi walked to the double doors that signaled the entrance of the suite. "I will see you tomorrow." she left to a chorus of agreements.
As the three women settled themselves on the large couch, all thoughts of sleep far from their minds as they were in varying stages of excitement.
"I think I'm pregnant!" Kikyo blurted before anyone could say anything, looking between Kagome and Sango with wide, scared eyes. The other two women froze, their own eyes wide.
With shrieks of joy both women enveloped their friend in a bone crushing hug that almost toppled them over the back of the furniture.
"So, you think think or you are and are still in shock?" Sango asked, taking in the still shell-shocked look on her friend's face.
"I'm in shock honestly." Kikyo murmured.
"Does Yasha know?" Kagome asked.
"Yeah, we've known for a week."
"I'm so happy for you two! You'll be the best Mama!" Kagome gushed, combing her cousin's hair with her fingers.
"Does the family know?" Sango asked.
"Not yet, we wanted to wait until after all the celebrations to announce it."
"Ooh! You should drink apple juice tomorrow, and like sparkling water with lime, so no one thinks you're not drinking." Kagome suggested, feeling very proud of her idea.
"That's actually a good idea, Kags." Kikyo said thoughtfully.
"You should let InuYasha know, he can be on drink duty or something." Sango supplied.
"You're right, let me text him now."
"Oh man, I can't wait to be a God Mother." Kagome squealed.
"No no, I'll be the God Mother." Sango retorted.
Kikyo left them both in a mock battle of wills, while she went into the other room to speak to her husband.
At the Estate, InuYasha answered his phone, leaving Sesshoumaru and Miroku in the library alone. The men had been having a quiet night of their own, having had the bachelor shenanigans before the Clan wedding occurred. They were just content with watching a few movies and drinking before heading in for the night.
"Since you guys are already married, does it really make sense to do the pre wedding day separation bit?" Miroku asked, looking up from his phone.
"It isn't so much for tradition as it is for scheduling purposes." Sesshoumaru responded, taking a sip from his glass. He had been texting Kagome all day, so knew what they were up to in her suite. They each were doing more of the same, lazy night in.
"Scheduling?" Miroku asked.
"Tomorrow is going to be essentially one big live production, remember, and I'm sure between my stepmother and Kagome's mother, they have enough planned before the women get to the venue. Best way to keep on schedule is to keep them all together."
"Yeah, I didn't realize just how different yours and InuYasha's weddings would be. No wonder y'all waited so long."
"Yeah, I'm glad I never had to do all this crap, never had to pose at the courthouse with our family paperwork, didn't have to do any international interviews, most definitely haven't been likened and idolized like the fuckin Prince of England." InuYasha teased coming back into the room and throwing himself into the overstuffed couch.
"You had to do that official engagement portrait in the gardens though, those were in literally every magazine. And you had a traditional Shinto wedding as well." Miroku reminded him.
"Yeah, but we were allowed to have our wedding here, on the grounds. Big Heir over there's gonna be in the Imperial Palace of all places." InuYasha laughed, remembering how his mother strong-armed the couple into 'accepting' the Imperial Palace as their reception venue.
Kagome barely put up a fight, having spent all her energy arguing that they really didn't need to rent out the city's main Botanical Gardens during peak cherry blossom season, just to have their ceremony. Had she known about the Imperial Palace she probably would have just accepted graciously. As it stood, both didn't have a say at all in the venue and wasted energy trying to argue their way out of it.
"This will just be another party for our parents, and we will behave as such. I sure as hell have no need for the how many hundred guests Izayoi invited." Sesshoumaru replied dryly, having accepted his fate a long time ago and was just waiting for the event to be over with. There was nothing he had said that even phased his stepmother, nothing that stopped her planning.
They were halfway into a popular action movie when his phone dinged beside him. He checked it eagerly, it having been quite a bit of time since his last message from his wife. He smiled to himself at the thought.
Seeing that he received a picture message, he got up and left the room, having an idea of just what this picture entailed. Finding himself in the sunroom, he took a seat and opened the new picture message with an eager smirk. His smirk widened as a photo of his wife loaded up, her white silk 'bride' robe was askew and wet, clinging to her body enticingly. It seemed as if she took a shower and pulled it on before drying herself off. Her nipples peaked through the damp see through fabric, and it hung open giving him a clear view of her taut stomach and bald pussy. The hand that wasn't holding her phone was in her wet hair, pulling it enticingly off of her neck and shoulders, her blue eyes seemed to be looking directly at him, heating his blood with the promises he knew she could keep and her light lip bite was just the perfect added touch.
He shifted in his chair, feeling his cock stiffen.
'Very rude of you to create a problem you're not here to take care of' he texted in response.
'Who said I can't take care of it?' Was her clever reply.
He paused, they were in separate locations, there was nothing in the rules set up by their mothers that they couldn't see each other, just that Kagome needed to be at the hotel.
'I'm on my way.' He texted quickly and got up.
It only took him 20 minutes to get across the city, traffic was light as it was somewhere around 9pm. He met her at her suite, ready to go and she instead suggested they go to the private pool top pool area. They teased and felt each other up on the short ride in the elevator, feeling giddy like newlyweds they were.
Scanning the empty area, they commandeered a cabana with a large daybed, the white gauzy fabric pillowing them as they cuddled together. The cityscape twinkled brightly below them. Laying over her, Sesshoumaru tasted her lips hungrily, one hand grabbing a handful of her almost dry hair. She moaned in his mouth, grabbing at his shoulders and pressing her aching nipples into his chest. Her body positively vibrated with her need for him.
Her thighs parted for him, opening her thicker bathrobe to expose her already glistening folds. He reached between them and ran his finger along her lower lips, applying a little extra pressure when he brushed over her clitoris and swirling shallowly when he reached her opening. She squirmed and panted below him, unable to escape all the sensations wreaking havoc on her libido.
She grabbed at his shirt, the fitted henley only showcased just how built and strong he was. She knew he wore it because she loved how it accentuated everything about him. He eased up, allowing her to pull the shirt off of him, laughing when she growled her frustration. He flung the shirt to the side before latching his lips onto one of her now exposed nipples. The puckered buds called to him and who was he to deny them.
"No hickies." She moaned out, arching beneath him wantonly and scratching her nails along his scalp. Heading her request, he continued his path downwards, determined to leave one love bit in an inconspicuous place. Swirling his tongue in her belly button he quickly found himself at her core, eager to reacquaint himself with her treasure.
Making a long languid lick, he watched as she tried to buck her hips, pushing herself further into his face. Placing both her thighs over his shoulders, he braced her hips down as he feasted on her, alternating between thrusting his tongue into her tight center and licking a pattern along her sensitive lips and clit.
She thrashed wildly, moaning his name like a prayer into the night, thanking every god available for his dexterous tongue. She slumped on the daybed languidly, feeling the remnants of her first orgasm flow through her like a power surge. From the corner of her eye she saw him stepping out of his grey sweatpants, his dick standing at attention. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Before she could sit up and ease her arms out of the sleeves of the robe, he was on her, kissing and licking at her neck and nipping at her ear. His hand was massaging a full breast while the other hooked under one of her knees. They connected slowly with a moan and a hiss of pleasure. Rocking within her, he fanned the flames of their arousal, before sliding out and thrusting in surely.
She arched below him, her heaving breasts once again demanding his attention and he once more was helpless to deny them. She wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, changing the angle of his thrusts slightly and squeezed him to her, crying out as he started hitting a particular spot.
Rolling them over, she finally flung the robe off her shoulders and arched her back. The distant city lights haloed her as she ground herself on him and established her own bouncing rhythm.
He watched her hungrily, grabbing and kneading her ass as she set their pace. His eyes closed in pleasure, feeling her clench his length with her inner muscles on her downward strokes, he really loved it when she did that.
Feeling her orgasm building, he grabbed her hips and thrusted into her weeping core, her hands grabbing at his biceps while she was helpless. Her cries of impending relief ended in a curse as he pulled out of her just as she was about to cum.
She glared down at his smirk, narrowing her eyes as he essentially shimmied beneath her, and nipped her inner thigh. He licked her clit once, feeling the shudder that went through her and pinched her ass. She grumbled to herself about overgrown jerks and readjusted herself, now facing his impressive erection.
Bending over and taking him into her mouth, she decided to get upset later, she had a cock to focus on. She moaned as he sucked on her clit in apology, well she decided it was apologetic. She ground herself into his face while swallowing his cock, languidly pulling him out of her mouth with a pop before sucking him in again. She felt him thrust lightly, in response and swirled her tongue against this shaft while continuing to suck.
"Fuck," he moaned below her, and she realized that he had stopped his attentions to enjoy her oral adulation. Speeding up a little, she massaged his balls with one hand and stroked his shaft in the wake of her retreating and advancing lips.
Unable to stand it anymore, he nipped at her thigh again before bodily lifting her off of him. She made a sound of disappointment at being moved and wiggled her ass against him as he knelt behind her. She grabbed his hair and kissed him deeply with her swollen lips, moaning into his mouth before falling forward on all fours, facing the city.
He entered her fluidly and set a quick pace, both of them primed, their orgasms not far away. She mewled into the night, as he slapped her ass and pulled her hair, arching her back up to rest against him. His free arm grabbed her breast and pinched a nipple before reaching down and started stroking her clit.
She shivered against him, crescendoing into her orgasm eagerly. His thrusts became jerky as he too achieved his orgasm with a groan. He peppered her neck and shoulders with kisses, both of them breathing hard from their exertions. She reached behind and ran her fingers through his hair, a little damp from sweat. He pulled out, and they both sagged into the plush cushioning, tired.
"Mmm, that was good." Kagome moaned into his neck, cuddling into his taller frame. "That definitely takes the edge off the stress for tomorrow."
"Our mothers running you ragged?" He asked with a chuckle.
"You try getting them to chill, those two don't know what it means to not get what they want." she grumbled good naturedly, no doubt thinking of all of her exasperated arguments that fell on deaf ears during this whole process.
"Mm yes, they have gone to the moon with this, but at least this is the last lap, then we can go home and ignore them for a while."
"Yeah, till they start badgering us for grandbabies." She quipped with a laugh.
"Come, let us put you to bed before I get an earful about interrupting your beauty sleep." He pecked her on the lips, and they got up to dress, her bathrobe going on a lot quicker than his shirt and sweatpants.
He carried her bridal style back to her suite where she enticed him with a quickie in the shower before he left her for the night. She could be very persuasive.
Laying in their beds, they both grinned cheekily at their phones as they texted the other goodnight.
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Stepping out of the town car to a swell of cheers at the stairs of the temple that signaled the entrance to the Kyoto Botanical Gardens, Kagome waved to the gathered crowd of well-wishers, and paparazzi alike. It seemed like the red carpet of a celebrity event, and in reality, it was.
Sesshoumaru and Kagome were a beloved couple in Japanese popular culture, friends with actors, musicians and politicians alike. Sesshoumaru had been Japan's most eligible bachelor for years, and Kagome quickly became Japan's sweetheart. This was considered the wedding of the century, even more anticipated and talked about than Princess Masako's had been.
They were invited to all the big events and had a few adoring fan pages online. Because of this, it had been difficult to keep details of the wedding celebrations from becoming viral information, but somehow Izayoi and her hired team had managed.
She stood halfway on the steps as the wedding planner directed, allowing the assistants to flare her train becomingly around her, as she posed for pictures. She felt like Rihanna at the Met Gala, as everyone clamored to get the shot of her extravagant dress and for her attention to look their way.
With a wave, she restarted up the stairs gracefully, she had a man to marry.
She entered the courtyard of the shrine; it was more of an open garden than a courtyard. Cherry blossom trees created a natural archway dripping with the signature pink blooms that people from all over the world flocked to their island nation to experience.
Kikyo and Sango stood poised, as one of the photographers for the day took their photos with the lovely backdrop and canopy. Kikyo's light blue almost lavender long-sleeved V neck A-line dress draped becomingly around her, and her long hair was swept from her face in loose waves. The heirloom jewelry dripping from her ears only adding to her glow. She was positively beaming, and Kagome knew it was from more than just the expert makeup team and the happiness of the day.
Sango smiled over at her best friend, her light green structured one shoulder gown emphasized her lithe frame, the sheath design hugged her bust elegantly with the singular strap crossing her décolletage. Her long hair was done up in a full, lush ponytail, with her bangs sweeping across her chocolate eyes. Kagome knew Miroku was going to have a difficult time keeping his hands off her rear in this dress.
Kagome posed with the sisters of her heart, positively radiant. Her champagne coloured gown was regal and elegant, with all the drama befitting her status. The mermaid gown featured a strong asymmetrical strapless neckline that brought your attention to her toned shoulders and delicate neck. The dazzlingly beaded and embroidered dress hugged her curves before flaring into a narrow trumpet.
Flaring from her waist was an equally embroidered removable skirt that added volumes to her hips and flowed into a stunning train that measured just about fifteen feet. The embroidery, crystals and beading on the train itself depicted images of cherry blossoms within hexagons of varying sizes. This was the symbol of the Takeda Clan and she was illustrating her pride at being accepted into their folds. Her hair was pulled loosely and delicately at her nape, showcasing the illusion blacklessness of her dress. Her cathedral length veil tucked into her loose bun with a comb that depicted a round pink jewel.
Sango took her delicate bouquet of pink, dusty blue and green and walked to the side. Kagome waited anxiously as a navy suited InuYasha led a blindfolded Sesshoumaru to her. She hoped he liked how she looked; she hadn't realized his opinion would mean so much today.
InuYasha removed the blindfold and Sesshoumaru kept his eyes closed, anxiously. He hadn't wanted a first look, but he saw how it ensured that him seeing her for the first time was kept as intimate as possible and wouldn't be broadcast for the world. He was anxious about today, extremely happy but he couldn't ignore the worry of wanting the day to go well.
His day started much later than hers, but it had been no less structured. He spent a lot of time with his father and Suzuka, both letting him know how proud they were of him and Kagome and how happy they were to be finally joining both families.
He felt her hands grab his and he rubbed his thumbs over her wrists, feeling the diamond bracelet he had gifted her for a wedding present.
"Ready?" She asked, he could hear a slight worried lilt to her voice.
"Yes." He said then opened his eyes to a vision. Her pinkened lips smiled at him hopefully, awaiting his reaction.
He felt like his brain short circuited.
He took her in, a huge smile breaking onto his face at the full sight of her. He didn't even realize his eyes were tearing up. She was everything he could have dreamed up and so, so much more.
He hadn't known what to expect but he was completely happy. He kissed her lips chastely, assuaging her worries.
"You look amazing." He spoke finally, the sincerity written all over his face.
"You clean up nice yourself." She said with a blush and a giggle. She had been taking in his navy suited form, the blush tie tucked behind his jacket and ivory handkerchief peeking out of his pocket. He looked stunning, the dark hue of his suit bringing out his light colouring and aristocratic features.
They both tuned out the sound of cameras going off around them, documenting the moments that would only be in their personal wedding album.
"I would like to tear this off of you." He whispered into her ears, passing it off a kiss to her temple.
"Don't you dare," she warned with a blush, "I have something better for you."
They shared another chaste kiss before the wedding planner came and advised them that the ceremony was to start and Sesshoumaru needed to be in his place.
While one of her assistants led the men away, Sango and Kikyo were ushered to the short tunnel of the shrine that will lead them to the aisle that was in actuality a cherry blossom pathway.
Kagome linked arms with her grandfather's, he cupped her cheek lovingly, praying a silent blessing while she leaned into the affection.
"You have made us proud, my Granddaughter. Your father would be pleased." Suzuka praised, watching the peace that took over his grandchild even as she fought back tears. She couldn't ruin everyone's hard work right now.
"Thank you Jiji." She whispered; her blue eyes closed.
"You look beautiful Kagome, let us bring you to your groom hmm?" He chuckled, lightly brushing away the small amount of moisture.
They waited for the signal and exited the archway into a wonderland of cherry blossoms. The entire pathway was flanked by old gnarled Sakura trees, their branches reaching towards each other over the years and this created a ceiling of dripping blooms.
Their guests, who sat in curved rows on the grass in-between the trees and the actual walkway (that was repurposed as an aisle), stood in awe as the string quartet ushered the beautiful bride and her escort along.
She was handed off to Sesshoumaru who stood at the end of the walkway, eyes only for her. They took the last few steps together, coming to a stop in front of an officiant who stood at the base of a large God Tree, whose branches extended above the cherry blossom canopy and had many white streamers of well wishes for the couple dangling and mixing with the sakura. The ancient sacred tree bore a rope around its large trunk, a call to the gods to witness this union.
The ceremony was simple and beautiful, the longest portion being the vows where both pledged their love for each other and promised to honor, respect and love one another for the rest of their lives and to find each other in the next. Kagome fought back tears as Sesshoumaru reminded her of the depth of his love, and how happy he was to have her in his life. The issue that broke them apart was a universe away in the face of their love and devotion.
"You may now kiss your bride." The officiant declared and Sesshoumaru needed no further prompting to seal Kagome's lips with his. The cheers and applause of their guests followed them back down the aisle to the shrine courtyard.
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The happy couple entered the decorated glade that was the location of their reception. The Imperial Gardens were vast, but Izayoi said that this particular area had history for their Clan. The clearing was surrounded by a wizened old magnolia tree whose roots and branches reached up and around, almost enclosing them in an intimate setting. The table set up for the bridal party sat directly in front of the large trunk, where a knot that looked like the face of an elder lived.
The tree was named Bokuseno, and it was said to have been gifted to the Takeda family many generations ago by the Emperor. Many auspicious occasions were witnessed in his glade.
The design team threaded thousands of warm lights through the branches of the aged magnolia. Floral chandeliers were hung in various spots above long tables. Each table was decorated like a living terrarium, flowers and leaves filled the surface, some even hanging from the edges, and covered with a clear glass panel that allowed the guests to eat and drink without interrupting the beauty.
Kagome, dressed in white and green, walked hand in hand with Sesshoumaru who had also changed into a white suit with his family crest of stylized sakura and hexagons on his shoulder in red. They walked onto the dancefloor, and he spun her around to the applause of their guests. Kikyo and InuYasha cheered loudly from their seats, both dressed in red and white and red respectfully.
Sango was busy swatting away Miroku's wandering palms, she had hoped that changing dresses would have helped but nothing could deter him from groping her now black and pink clad derriere. His violet suit doing well to hide the erection she was sure he was sporting. His continuous suggestions of them going off and exploring the other nearby glades gave her a hint.
Kagome leaned into Sesshoumaru's arms, a happy smile seemingly etched onto her face, an answering one was visible in his eyes. He leaned in and took her lips in a chaste enough kiss, extraordinarily happy that they were man and wife.
Kagome knew however that he couldn't wait to rip this dress off of her later, if his reaction to her bridal lingerie was anything to go by. She wondered what his reaction would be to the boudoir photos she took while they were getting ready today. That was how she found those love bites he left on her inner thighs after all.
"Stop thinking naughty thoughts or I will have to take you away and fuck you in the Emperor's gardens." He murmured into her ears.
She smirked at him and glanced up at him through her lashes, "We should do that anyways."
He said nothing, but a smirk was present on his full lips.
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End.
I hope you all enjoyed this. Thank you once again for reading this story, I am so happy you all enjoyed this little story of mine.
Much love!
-sora