Magoichi knelt next to Mitsunari inside his tent. He looked up from where he lay with an accusing glare.
"What did you want?" Magoichi stared down at his bare chest seeing the bandages on his side.
"Do not play coy with me. You know what I want..." He looked at her expectantly and rose up on his elbows.
With a slight smirk on her lips, Magoichi leaned down preparing to kiss Mitsunari. He jerked back. Their eyes met, Mitsunari's filled with a fiery rage.
She sighed rolling her eyes and sat up right. Apparently a kiss wasn't what he had in mind.
"About you and Motochika-"
"Yes, me and Captain Chosokabe. We go way back."
Mitsunari shook his head. "no, no no! That's not what I meant! I know about you and him! I know that you..were together!" He said clenching the wound on his side and moaned in slight pain.
Magoichi frowned. He was getting upset over nothing.
"So what if we were?" She folded her arms. "We aren't now."
Mitsunari wanted badly to sit up, but he fell back down on the ground with an annoyed sigh. He was too exhausted to deal with this, but his mind would wonder and keep him awake if he didn't confront Magoichi about that pestering sentence Yoshitsugu told him.
"I can't..." He trailed off."I don't want to think of you being with him. It sickens me."
Magoichi watched Mitsunari closely. He wouldn't look her in the eye.
"Then don't." Came her simple response.
Mitsunari shot her a look.
"Don't think about it."
He rolled his eyes looking away.
"Woman, If I were able to, I would stop thinking about you all together!"
Magoichi's heart leaped. She turned slightly red looking down at her hands in her lap. Mitsunari, the leader of the Western Army, couldn't stop thinking of her?
She was slightly baffled by his statement.
Mitsunari's chest heaved, his cheeks tinted lightly. He sighed mentally cursing himself bringing his hand to hit his forehead. Idiot!
"You...think about me a lot then, Mitsunari?" Magoichi leaned over the injured man, smiling when he avoided looking directly up at her.
"Silence, I didn't mean it like..." He paused feeling her hand caress his cheek. It took him by surprise and he let out a small gasp looking up at her with a softened expression.
"You don't have to put up that act for me." Magoichi placed a gentle kiss on Mitsunari's lips still lightly stroking his cheek. She watched his adam's apple bob along his neck as she withdrew.
"And regarding Motochika...well, that is irrelevant. Nothing ever happened between him and me."
Clenching his teeth, Mitsunari growled.
"But earlier, you said... Ughh!You!" He gave a frustrated sigh looking away.
Magoichi tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear chuckling and gave her lover's lips an apologetic kiss for teasing him.
"You're cute when you're angry." Magoichi's voice had a hint of playfulness.
Mitsunari's brow twitched.
"I'm always angry."
"I know." She pulled back the sheet covering Mitsunari.
"Ah-hey!" He shouted grappling for the cloth.
Magoichi laughed laying over Mitsunari being mindful of his side and pulled the sheet over them both.
The gun wielding woman kissed Mitsunari's neck hearing him let out a shuddered breath before closing his tired eyes. She bit none too gently at his earlobe making the other emit a gasp of pain.
"Stop it. I'm trying to rest." Mitsunari grunted hardly putting up a fight. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder blade as she continued back down his neck suckling the skin heatedly. He groaned both from the wonderful sensation it brought on, but also in annoyance that once again, Magoichi was in control of the situation, but in his condition there was little he could do to reverse that.
Mitsunari felt her move and he opened his eyes watching her give a little kiss to the bandaged wound on his side. She looked up at him and he instantly recalled the night before when she was in a similar position sucking him off. He bit his lip becoming hard at the possible promise of her doing it a second time. He reached down encouraging her with his hand on her head.
Magoichi could see the expectant look in Mitsunari's eyes and felt like playing with him more. She laved her tongue in a slow wet pattern from above his fundoshi and up his stomach.
"Uah!" Mitsunari covered his mouth after hearing such a weak noise coming from his own lips.
He watched Magoichi's tongue delve inside his navel and he bucked his hips hissing at the pain in both his side and between his legs. Magoichi felt his stomach twitch beneath her tongue and continued creating patterns of saliva over his skin.
He wished that tongue were swirling around another part of his body, so he pushed her head downwards meeting resistance as he did so.
" .Ah." Magoichi scolded Mitsunari removing his hand. She laid back over the samurai and pressed her lips to his. "Isn't it polite to ask before you take something?"
Mitsunari looked up at her with a pissed expression. "You vile woman... I'm tired of all your teasing." Mtisunari wouldn't ask for anything.
"So I'm vile, am I?" Magoichi's voice had a devilish edge to it. Her hand ventured down grasping his erection in a rough grip through the material and heard him cry out. He looked away ashamed at being dominated by Magoichi Saica. If any of his men found out...
"Ah-ah!" He called out in a hoarse voice and glared defiantly up at Magoichi, her hand caressing him flesh..
"I do enjoy watching you struggle, Mitsunari, but now you should just give up and beg me for it."
Mitsunari growled feeling her nails dig into his flesh.
"I..I won't beg!" The silver haired man panted out. His hands reached beneath the sheet covering them both and pulled Magoichi's body closer. He moaned feeling her naked hips brush his own.
"Ahh..." Mitsunari wondered how Magoichi managed to remove her clothes on her lower half and how he failed to notice until just now.
"Bad boy." Magoichi scolded.
Mitsunari looked at her with a sense of triumph. Magoichi removed Mitsunari's undergarment seeing his arousal stand at attention. Her eyes set glued to Mitsunari's face, her hand curling around his hardened shaft giving him the touch he certainly craved.
He looked back defiantly. It was a relief to have her touching him just where he needed it most, but now he realized she was waiting for a reaction from him, something to visibly show his compliance with her being in charge. He clenched his teeth at the amazing sensation of being jerked off by the beautiful woman above him. Her hand moved at a perfect steady pace making it nearly impossible for Mitsunari to hold back any sounds.
"How does it feel, Mitsunari?" A grin played softly on her lips. She watched him swallow a groan when she stopped to stroke the tip affectionately.
"How will I know if you like it or not when you keep holding back?" She looked down at her handiwork.
"Ah..!" Mitsunari looked down watching her hand slowly caress his dripping cock. He glared hazily at Magoichi.
"Isn't..ha..! Isn't that proof enough?!" Mitsunari bit his lip refusing to allow a single whimper to leave his mouth as Magoichi paid special attention to his slit.
"You're going to burst aren't you?" Magoichi watched Mitsunari intently and began pumping with fervor.
"Shut up..!" Mitsunari clenched his teeth wanting to arch into her heated touch.
Each time his hips moved his side ached with pain. Mitsunari arched his back covering his stomach in cum, his pained cry filling both his and Magoichi's ears and surely others outside of the tent.
Mitsunari groaned feeling beads of sweat on his forehead, his body tense with nervousness, though Magoichi didn't seem to care at all, her hands cleaning Mitsunari's body, petting him lightly adoring his skin with kisses.
"That was too loud, Mitsunari." Magoichi reproached the naked man under her. Her hips rocked sensually against his own and he groaned.
Mitsunari found himself grabbing her hips guiding them against his body.
"This...it could be bad...if someone found out." Mitsunari grunted between shudders of pleasure and Magoichi's tempting kisses, but she didn't stop.
"Yes...but no one will find out." She kissed him passionately spreading her legs and allowing Mitsunari to enter her. She exhaled a shaky breath looking down into Mitsunari's hazel eyes. His hands gripped her hips pulling her closer. He moaned quietly feeling her warmth embrace him.
The sun was beginning to set, the inside of the tent getting extremely dark as Magoichi began moving on top of Mitsunari. She moved slowly at first enjoying the look of raw pleasure on Mitsunari's face as she rolled her hips moaning into Mitsunari's mouth. He ate them up eager to taste more.
Mitsunari parted grabbing her hips guiding them down on his shaft.
"Faster..." He whispered, his voice filled with lust.
Magoichi braced herself on Mitsunari moving at a speed that made Mitsunari's legs tremble with pleasure.
"Mitsunari!" She called out his name in a high voice. He looked up at her flushed face hearing her labored sighs as their hips rocked together, his member being encased inside her tight heat over and over driving him mad. He swallowed a pained groan and he moved his hips. He couldn't deny himself the pleasure of filling Magoichi as she moved against him. He couldn't pass it up. He growled nipping at her neck rocking his hips up with the rhythm of Magoichi's movements.
"So good, Magoichi..!" He arched up with a powerful thrust not caring as the pain in his side melded with the intense pleasure welling inside of him.
"Ah!" Mitsunari felt Magoichi's muscles clamping hard around him, her body moving more persistently against his own. He positioned himself to rub that spot inside Magoichi each time their bodies met. He grinned hearing her moans escalate until she snapped, a violent tremor rocking through her core.
"Mitsu-nari!" She kissed him with quivering lips and felt him release deep inside moments later, a rough moan reverberating against Magoichi's mouth.
Her lips covered his with hot passion, their bodies covered in sweat. Mitsunari caressed Magoichi's body enjoying her touches in return.
He found himself wincing from a sharp jolt of pain in his side. They both looked down noticing the wound had reopened blood soaking through the bandage.
"Shit..." Mitsunari cursed resting his head back on the ground.
"I'll fix it-" Magoichi started, but Mitsunari interrupted her.
"No. Get Yoshitsugu." He sighed covering himself with his sheet leaving Magoichi bare.
Magoichi frowned and rose from Mitsunari's side. He watched her silhouetted figure dress in the dark and she left the tent without another word.
Mitsunari breathed out a deep sigh, his body still tingled from the experience with the Saica leader, a dim flame burned inside of him and he could not help but fuel the fire with each contact he had with the woman.
He could deny it all he wanted, but he felt something for Magoichi Saica, though he was unsure of just what that something was.
"Lord Mitsunari!" Yoshitsugu drifted in. "Your wound reopened? My, how ever did you do that? Weren't you just talking with Magoichi Saica?" He grinned underneath his bandages.
Mitsunari grimaced.
"Why does it matter? All that you need to know is that it reopened. Now help me so I can get to sleep." He ordered avoiding Yoshitugu's questions.
"Hmm? You know, Mitsunari, one might think you're being too defensive about you and Magoichi...It's painfully obvious what you two were doing just now." Yoshitsugu got down to business cleaning and re wrapping Mitsunari's side.
Mitsunari's chest heaved. "What...?"
The magistrate chuckled. "Seeing that you are naked here just moments after Magoichi left...and if that wasn't enough, the air in here is thick with the scent of-"
"ENOUGH!" Mitsunari growled roughly pushing Yoshitsugu away. He stared wide eyed at the bandaged man.
The leper looked at his lord surprised.
"I was merely teasing, Lord Ishida."
"Leave. Do not let anyone enter my tent tonight." With that, Mitsunari covered himself signaling that it was the end of the conversation.
Magoichi walked down to a stream close by and quickly washed her body. It was cold on her heated skin. She slid on a sleeping yukata and made her way back towards Mitsunari's tent for the night. She felt that something was amiss.
The camp was decently quiet save a few night guards keeping watch. A silver clad soldier stood in front of Mitsunari's tent and Magoichi cursed. Why was he there?
"Stand aside, soldier. I must speak with your lord." She said in a commanding tone despite being in her night clothes.
"I am unable to do so. Mitsunari's direct orders were to be left alone for the rest of the night."
She clicked her tongue looking at the dark tent hoping Mitsunari would make an exception, but he never came.
"Fine." Magoichi glared at the soldier and walked away to sleep in her own tent.
It could wait until morning.