You can search 'Tenka Hyakken Mutsunokami' to find the character's outfit. Some pictures are NSFW.
Make Him a Mess
"Someone drew me as a sexy lady in a video game?" Mutsunokami, seated on a futon, kicked his feet up. He had no idea humans anthropomorphized swords!
Sen, standing behind a dark folding screen, smoothed her white and red skirt over her rear; it didn't cover her the bottom of her ass. Buying this outfit online had felt like a good idea, as she had done so before, but she was embarrassed wearing the costume now.
"Sen-chan, what're you waitin' for?" Mutsunokami patted his lap. "I wanna see how hot you look."
Sen leaned her head out of the folding screen. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders; the bellflowers by her ears swayed their red and yellow strings.
"Oh, there you are!" Mutsunokami waved his hand in greeting. "What're you hidin'?"
Sen slowly stepped out in full view and Mutsunokami's amber eyes widened. Her slender feet and legs were wrapped in white leggings up to her thighs. Above her white and red skirt, a black obi trimmed with gold embraced her waist. Thin strips of red and white cloth ran up her breasts and looped around her neck, covering her nipples, but not her bosom's round cleavage. At least she had a black coat over her shoulders to keep her warm.
"Wow!" Mutsunokami leapt up and dashed towards her. "Ain't this somethin'? What were artists thinkin' when they designed this character?"
He chuckled as he knelt. He ran a hand up her leg, rubbing a thumb on the red bits of her leggings. The admiral's coat may be a reference to Ryōma's position in the navy and the bellflowers were a homage to the Sakamoto clan's crest. This character existed in a game that shut down about two hundred years ago. They shouldn't use the time travelling device to ask the artists and game developers what they thought when they designed this Mutsunokami.
"Are there other games where I'm a human?"
"Yes, several." Lots of games featured Mutsunokami and other swords as characters. Artists and writers took inspiration from weapons' history, legends, and craftsmanship to create their own art and stories.
"So, are we goin' to keep talkin' or are we goin' to have some fun?"
Apart from sharing gaming history, Sen meant to take him tonight. Mutsunokami, the blade, inspired many, including her. When she trained as a sage and found out she could choose him, Ryōma's travelling companion til the very end, as the first sword of her citadel, she worked harder to be a worthy owner of such a sword.
"I wore this only for you, Mu-chan," Sen said.
"Did you, now?" Mutsunokami stood and placed his thumb and finger on the yellow tassels hanging between her breasts. He tugged them to loosen the knot; her admiral's coat slipped onto the tatami mat. "In that case, let's get started."
Mutsunokami kissed her cheek and then her forehead. He left quick kisses on her black hair, and on each bellflower's leaves and purple petals. These flowers were his favourite, although they were colder and harder than the ones he and Sen grew in the gardens. He returned to softness by leaving kisses on her face and lips.
"Sen-chan, no matter what you're wearin', you're always gorgeous." Mutsunokami sucked her neck and then his tongue glided over her collarbone, leaving behind a thin trail of saliva. He chuckled as his fingers followed down the white and red strips of her top and stopped when he reached her hard nipple poking against the fabric. "Is this character really expected to fight with my sword?"
"Yes, in the game."
"Does this game have art where she's injured and near naked, but every tattered piece of clothin' is obscurin' her important bits?" Mutsunokami snickered at the thought. He brushed one strip of cloth to the side of her breast. "Look at that! One move and I got a big boob out."
Sen pulled the second strip of cloth to the other side of her chest. The strips pushed her breasts together, showing the deep, generous cleavage between them. That black obi, fastened around her curvy waist with a flower shaped medal, only emphasized how ample her chest was.
"...I do not need to go to the battlefield," said Sen.
"That's fortunate for your enemies." Mutsunokami groped her breast. Sen put a hand over his as he squeezed and rubbed his thumb over her hard nipple. She arched her back as a current of pleasure ran through her, pressing her breast in his hand.
Mutsunokami chuckled. She dressed up like this just for him; he'd make her boldness worth her while. He took her nipple into his mouth and his hand squeezed her other breast.
As he sucked her bosom, his saliva smeared her areola and ran down her chest. His lips squeezed her nipple and his tongue flicked it, sending a heated tremble through Sen. He'd do this forever and Sen would oblige him, but time had to move forward.
"Mm, Mu-chan..."
"Hm?" Mutsunokami straightened, cupped her face, and tilted her neck back. The bellflowers swayed back with her black hair. He kissed along her neck, sucked the skin, feeling every breath and tremour travelling from her throat to her mouth.
"I-I want to do more, Mu-chan."
"Like what?" Mutsunokami smiled at her. His finger trailed down one clothing strip and then the outline of her full breasts. He squeezed her skirt and ass. "I'm waitin', Sen-chan."
Of course, she wanted to be fucked senseless as her breasts bounced and her outfit was covered in come. How they'd get there was up to her.
"Help me get ready, Mu-chan." Sen guided his hand into her white and red skirt. His fingers were greeted with wetness when he touched her lower lips.
"Get ready for what?" Mutsunokami pressed his warm palm against her folds. His other arm wrapped around her waist and pressed her belly on his; his abs and cock were hard.
Sen squeezed her thighs to feel his hand's friction. She wanted all of him, from his unkempt brown hair, to his amber eyes, unwavering smile, ample muscles, and big cock. She had to be clear. She was dressed up in something inspired by him and had to honour that.
"I want to take you, all of you, Mu-chan. Prepare me so I can do it."
Mutsunokami's eyes widened. His hands on her ass and lower lips were still.
If she had started this off roleplaying as the character, she could've acted bold and confident, but she only wore a costume. Was she too much for him? How could she recover from this?
Mutsunokami's lips curled into a smile. His laugh was loud and came deep from his chest, shaking through the couple.
"Well, then, I gotta make sure you're ready to fuck me." Mutsunokami's fingers rubbed circles on her lower lips and clitoris.
Sen had nothing to worry about; she could be whoever she wanted with him. She slipped her hand under her skirt and rubbed with him. She grinded on their fingers. Their hands were so slicked and squelched with each movement; she didn't know whose fingers rubbed her clit and folds.
"Mm!" Sen stiffened from pleasure running between her legs.
"What is it, Sen-chan?" Mutsunokami stilled his hand.
She leaned on him; his abs pressed on her bare back. As she gasped, the dark obi tightened around her waist. She'd finish making love with him, no matter how many times she was frozen from heat.
"L-lie down, Mu-chan."
"Heh, I was wonderin' when you'd say so." Mutsunokami lie on the futon. He put his hands behind his head to elevate his gaze; clear fluids rolled down her inner thighs. Her big breasts were out, pressed together by the strips of cloth, and nipples slicked with saliva. Pink blemishes on her pale neck marked where he had kissed her. They made her look like that. Now, it was time to make him a mess.
Sen knelt by the futon with a bottle of lube.
"So, Miss Mutsunokami, what're you goin' to do to me?" He chuckled as he patted his pants; his erection bulged within it.
Mutsunokami had done so much to her; she had to return the favour. Sen settled atop him, parted his navy robe, and slipped his trousers down. His cock rose, hard and thick in front of her white and red skirt.
"Are you goin' to take my dick now and feel me up after I come?"
"No, the other way." She'd make him wait and give him as much as she could. Sen wanted to admire his form as much as he did hers.
His blue robes were parted, baring his defined chest and bandaged abs. Clothes had power; in another reality, a different Mutsunokami could've manifested in Sen's costume. Sen would do her best to embody this sword and please her lover.
Sen leaned forward, pressing herself against his chest. She kissed the top of his brown hair; his bangs grazed her face. Then, she pecked him quickly on his lips. She groped his ample chest with her hands. No matter how far she spread her fingers, his tanned muscles were too wide to encompass.
"Heh, you havin' fun, Sen-chan?" Mutsunokami arched his back to flex the contours of his defined chest. He patted her rear and the smack shook through her.
Sen would one up him. She raised the back of her hand; it was covered in a black glove with red tiled armour.
"What're you showin' me that for?" said Mutsunokami.
"I am going to touch you so you will know what it would be like to oppose someone like me."
"A fighter with her tits out?" Mutsunokami snickered. "I wouldn't last against you."
She lowered her hand and pressed the red plates on his chest. Mutsunokami twitched at the sudden hard coldness; their lovemaking was the opposite of that. When the armour reached his nipple, he shuddered; its corners pressed on his nub, yet pleasure and heat came from that chilly touch.
"Fuck, Sen-chan." She always came up with new ways to take him. This was why he'd follow her forever. "Good thing you don't go to the Front Lines. You're already the revisionists' greatest threat."
Sen wasn't that fierce, though parts of her were unexpected. Her usual appearance, with her red hakama and white robe, made people assume she was traditional, spiritual, and demure; they didn't expect her to lead an army or dress up for her lover.
Sen poured the bottle of lube on his cock. As Mutsunokami masturbated, the fluids slicked over his erection and balls. As he stroked himself, droplets of lube landed on his bandages and abs.
"Whatcha waitin' for, Sen-chan? Do you want me to come over your tits and skirt?"
He grinned at her as he rubbed his cock. He didn't have enough come to cover all the places he wanted, though that'd never stop him from trying; he had ejaculated all over her body by now. This time, Sen wanted him in her, so his seed spilled within her before it flowed over them. She shifted over his cock as she held it.
Mutsunokami slid his hands on her hips, pushing her skirt up; he had a view of her slicked lower lips. Sen mounted his cock and took that big dick in her, inch by inch. Lube smeared all over her folds and inner thighs as she took his whole cock in her.
"Wow, you're super wet." Mutsunokami's hands rubbed up and down her dark obi and then groped her breasts.
Sen tensed and the bellflowers and threads in her hair swayed as he cupped her breasts. Mutsunokami grunted as she tightened around his dick.
"I can't help touchin' you, Sen-chan. I can't get enough." Mutsunokami smiled as his abs tensed.
Sen started riding his cock up and down. Her big breasts, the bellflowers in her hair, bounced with her movements. Mutsunokami dug his nails into her skirt and his biceps flexed as he thrust his hips up. Wet slaps echoed in the bedroom each time their hips made contact. Every time his cock thrust up in her, more clear liquids coated their inner thighs and soaked skirts and bandages as they continued coupling.
As much as she liked to stay on top and get fucked by Mutsunokami, Sen had to outpace him. She pulled the cloth strips over her breasts.
"Whoa, why're you coverin' them up?"
"Because it is easier to do this." Sen gripped his arms and pressed them on the futon, so she controlled the pace of their fucking.
Mutsunokami's back was planted on the bedding as Sen leaned over him. She tightened around his cock as she rode him. Her breasts, bellflowers, and long black hair swayed back and forth as her hips moved back and forth.
Mutsunokami grinned as his amber eyes wandered over her. "Oh, you're usin' me, fuckin' me til I'm dry?"
Yes! Wasn't it obvious she wanted to do everything and anything to get them off?
When Mutsunokami came, his arms escaped her grasp. He grabbed her hips and smacked them down against his; his abs and biceps flexed as he applied the last of his strength.
A gasp escaped Sen as his semen burst deep inside her. When Mutsunokami landed back on her futon, Sen remained on top, lips quivering, as he shuddered from his climax. As Mutsunokami's abs trembled, a mix of clear and white fluids flowed down his cock and seeped into his bandages.
"Hey, Sen-chan, you aren't done yet, right?" He grinned as he panted. His dick was still hard in her, ready for her to continue taking him. Of course, she'd never forget to finish herself off.
Sen massaged her clitoris and rode his big, hard cock. Their come seeped out her folds, coated her fingers, and covered Mutsunokami's balls as she took his cock up and down.
When she came, she slammed her hips down on his and took his whole cock in her. As she tightened around his erection, fluids squirted out of her and onto her skirt and thighs. Mutsunokami yanked the obi's flower medal and pulled Sen on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her to press their hard and soft bodies together as they exchanged pleasure and heat while shaking.
"Heh, wow," Mutsunokami panted. He ran a hand through her hair and on her back. Her bare skin was extra smooth with sweat. His callouses running on her shoulder made Sen raise her head.
"What is it, Mu-chan?"
"Are there other games where they drew me as a human?" Mutsunokami tinkered with the bellflowers in her hair.
"Of course there are." Sen rolled off him and lie by his side. Her red and white skirt clung to her rear, covering up most of the blemishes and fluids on her ass. Meanwhile, Mutsunokami bared all their come on his spread thighs, half-hard cock, balls, and bandages. He stretched out his arms and legs on the futon as far as he could and yawned. Then, he put an arm around Sen.
"Can we search for the characters on your laptop? Do they all wear sexy outfits?"
They'd check together later. Sen couldn't promise she'd wear every characters' outfits.