*Mitsuhide'sroom* Normal POV

Imaan stared at Mitsuhide in horror as he hovers on top of her. Was she now his wife? Imaan soon realised what she had gotten herself into, as she struggles underneath him.

"Never! I don't accept you as my husband!" Imaan retorted in anger as she continues to struggle. Mitsuhide pins Imaan's wrists firmly against the floor, slamming lips onto hers his tongue demanding for entrance. But Imaan refuses. Mitsuhide bites Imaan's bottom lip hard causing her to gasp in pain. Mitsuhide immediately pushes his tongue into her mouth, tasting the warm interior of her mouth. Whilst Mitsuhide's mouth captures Imaan's, his hands roam across Imaan's body, feeling her curves through her clothes.

"STOP! I DON'T WANT THIS!" Imaan shouted as she still continues to struggle underneath him. Mitsuhide grabbed Imaan's chin forcing her to look at him. Staring in her eyes coldly, as a sinister smile graced his lips.

"I couldn't care any less if you want this or not. We are going to consummate this marriage whether you like it or not." With that Mitsuhide ripped Imaan's shirt open, with her bra following suite. Mitsuhide quickly got rid of her trousers and panties, leaving Imaan naked from head to toe.

"Beautiful..." Mitsuhide breathed raggedly, as he drinks the sight of her naked form under him. Mitsuhide slammed his lips onto Imaan's, his hands travelled along her body, one hand groping her breast, while the other hand in between her legs, as he slowly strokes her clit.

"Ahhh..." Imaan moaned, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. But she was not fast enough. Mitsuhide moved Imaan's hand away from her mouth, as he ran his tongue along her neck, sucking hard on her skin as Imaan arches her back, her chest pressed into Mitsuhide's. Mitsuhide quickly stripped off his kimono and spread Imaan's legs apart, positioning himself between her legs. Imaan stared at Mitsuhide with her eyes wide, as horror reflected in them.

"Please... I beg of you... Mitsuhide... I don't want this" Imaan pleaded with tears in her eyes, as Mitsuhide planted another rough kiss on Imaan's lips, as he penetrated hard in Imaan. Imaan's eyes widen at the pain she was experiencing, as she screamed but were quickly drowned by Mitsuhide's lips. Mitsuhide shivered in pure pleasure, her warm insides wrapping around his large shaft as he first starts off slow then gradually speeds up his pace until he's oscillating his hips roughly onto Imaan.

"Mmmm... you're so warm... Arghh... And tight." Mistuhide groans, as his eyes turned white with pleasure as he continues to slam his hips against Imaan.

"Stop...it hurts... please don't push it in any further..." Imaan moaned in pain as tears stung her eyes but this didn't stop Mistuhide. Mitsuhide continues his assault until he nearly reaches his limit. With one mighty push, Mitsuhide releases himself inside Imaan, as he drops by Imaan's side. Pulling her closer to him.

"I'm going to do this all night long until you can't even stand" Mitsuhide whispered in Imaan's ear, causing her to shiver against him. This caused Mitsuhide to smile deliriously, as he positions himself behind Imaan.

"Please... Mitsuhide... I can't take it anymore... It hurts..." Imaan begged as she felt pathetic and dirty. But Mitsuhide chuckled at her as if she had said something stupid.

"I already told you, my dearest wife... I was going to do this ALL night long" with that Mitsuhide penetrated her roughly again from behind, slamming his hips against her soft backside. Imaan cries and moans, mixed with Mitsuhide's groans echo in the empty room, as Mitsuhide kept true to his word.

*The next morning* Normal POV

Rays of sunlight had streamed into the room, brightening the place. Mitsuhide stirred from his sleep, as his sight was filled with a naked Imaan sleeping beside him beside him. Mitsuhide smiles a sinister smile, as he places small kisses along Imaan's neck. Causing her to stir from her sleep.

"Rise and shine, my wife." Mitsuhide coos evilly, as his hands move towards Imaan's breast, as he massages them, softly. Imaan's eyes shot open, as she tries to move his hands away from her chest. Mitsuhide then moves one hand to her womanhood, slowly stroking her clit in a circular motion. While the other massages her breast.

"Mhmm..." Imaan moans softly at the pleasure she was receiving from his skilled hands.

"You seem to be enjoying this... my dear Imaan" Mitsuhide whispers in Imaan's ears, causing another moan to escape from her lips. Mitsuhide takes this chance to slam his lips onto Imaan's. Engaging in a passionate kiss, but they were soon interrupted.

"What is it?" Mitsuhide growled angrily, as he got out of the comfort of his futon and quickly throwing on his clothes. Imaan quickly wrapped the blanket around her naked form.

"Sorry milord, but I have come inform you that all arrangements for Owari are ready..." the retainer spoke nervously as he gulped.

"Good," Mistuhide answered as he slams the Shoji door and makes his way to Imaan. Mistuhide rips the blanket away, pulling his naked wife against him, his hand at her clit. Slowly rubbing it in a circular motion.

"Please Mitsuhide... I can't take anymore..." Imaan moans, as she struggles against him.

"Hmmm... I would like to take you again, but we have to go Owari. Lord Nobunaga wishes to see my dear wife." Mitsuhide smirks cynically, as he pushes Imaan away causing Imaan to fall on the futon. Imaan quickly wraps the blanket around her naked form, as Mitsuhide summons the maids into his chamber.

"Dress her to perfection" Mitsuhide orders, as he leaves his chambers, slamming the shoji door behind him. Leaving Imaan to the maids. Silent tears stream down her face, as the maids hover around. The maids show sympathy to the poor woman who happens to be their master's wife.

"Milady..." One of the maids dares to speak up, but Imaan shakes her head.

"I will never give him the privilege to see my tears" Imaan confirms, as the maid nod. Fire burns in her teary eyes.