Azuchi Castle. It was easy enough to recognize, between the countless books spent studying the established history of the Great Unifier that would come to be his magically summoned partner, and against all expected advisement from the rest of the mage world; his spouse.

Of course it was well known among mages who were proficient in summoning heroic spirits that establishing romantic partnerships with summoned spirits was an ill conceived idea. Even if such things were real, they were never going to last. One thing that the Cosmic Mage, Gregory Lionborn held to be true from the bottom of his heart was that nothing is impossible.

That wasn't exactly true. To Lionborn, the phrase 'nothing is impossible' is bound by the caveat that things are only attainable via the right solution of effort, fortune, and timing. In defiance of the so-called taboos of the common mage society, Gregory and Nobunaga had long since completed their initial missions, and continued to pursue additional self-assigned goals and dreams of their own.

What he hadn't expected, was to wake up standing atop Azuchi castle beside his Daimyo wife, staring out upon feudal Japan. The streets far and below the fortress were alive with the peasantry and wandering bushi moving about their daily lives. Clad in the traditional garb of a Daimyo's retainer, he walked beside the Great Unifier as she stared out upon the city, long raven hair billowed ever so slightly in the mildly whipping wind which lapped around the peak of the fortress.

"Nobu?" He inquired, quietly.

"Ah! Gregory. I was wondering when you would join me. I was just watching the city from here. Join me?"

"Mm." Gregory replied softly, acknowleding her request.

Nobu gestured out to the expanse of land, from the nearby water to the hills, and of course the settlements and establish roadways.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She asked, her typically upbeat voice, tinged by a gentle and contemplative tone. Not unusual for Lady Nobunaga, but certainly less common on the average.

"It is." he answered, nodding and sharing the view, peering with his shoulder ever so slightly brushing against hers. Realizing that Nobu was also clad in the full and high end robes of a traditional Daimyo. "Um... Nobu... that aside..."

"Yes, I know what you're going to say, Gregory." She replied, knowingly.

"Oh?"

"Of course. We've been together long enough, and even though you treat me as an equal... no, you genuinely *consider* me an equal... we're still connected by our original nature. You're a Mage master, and I'm a Servant summoned by you. That may have changed in nature by now, but the origin is still the same."

Gregory nodded slowly once. They were in agreement, but the scenario was still strange. He suspected in his thoughts what the purpose and reason for the bizarre circumstances were, but moreover, it seemed that Nobunaga was more than aware as well.

"Gregory," She spoke, turning to face him, the vast expanse of the busy countryside along their flank. "This is a dream." Gregory remained silent. The abrupt change in landscape and surroundings had meant either a sudden mystical anomaly, or this was a shared dream.

"Yes, we are in a dream, Gregory." Nobu continued, staring intently into his eyes and pressing close to him, their kimono robes close and just touching. She placed her hands upon his chest. "My dream. Er... literally and figuratively."

Nobu glanced away, looking at the peaceful roads far and away, before returning to look upon his face. "This is my true dream I once had. Azuchi Castle, still standing proud. The Oda crest billowing upon our vibrant banners. No knives turned upon their own. This is the Japan that I longed to see. The Japan which would have been, had my betrayers not drawn their swords upon my people and myself."

Gregory's face expressed his thoughts better than words could. Nothing so overt, but enough to convey his sympathy, and his desire to see her dream through if only it were possible. "I know how you feel, Gregory. But don't think too much about it now. It wasn't to be for myself, but at least I know that the people of the nation eventually would know real unity."

She lowered her hands down from his chest, and took his hands. "This is just a serene dream without pain and troubles. It's my own little private place to live what could have been." She squeezed his hands gently, which he returned with the kind of compassion deserving of a husband and wife, his thumbs brushing along hers with a loving rub.

"Here, come with me. Let's forget about all this serious and philosophical stuff. I've got-"

"Sake. Of course." Gregory finished, with a laugh.

Nobu nodded, mirroring his expression of amusement with a rolling giggle of her own. "Let's have some fun!" She exclaimed, ushering Gregory onward towards the low lying table. "Wahaha! If this is a dream, then let it be a good one!"'

After what felt like a couple hours had passed, the two were completely taken by the swirling and wriggling grip of the alcohol. Nobunaga and Gregory both had long since lost the majority of their kimono robes, leaving only the basic under layer, as they lounged and drank together. Nobu's shoulders were showing bare as the base robes slipped slightly.

Gregory looked and leaned close against her, brushing his lips against the adjacent shoulder's skin. Nobu giggled at the tickling sensation, and shoved playfully. "Hahaha... is it that time already? I think the sake is getting to you, Gregory! Hahahahaha!"

Gregory looked over the sake cup in his hand, now empty, and placed it on the table gingerly, trying to avoid fracturing it. Nobu tried to pour out more, but the last bottle only dribbled the tiniest trickle into the ceramic.

Gregory replied, "Well... I guess we finished it, didn't we?"

Nobu crawled closer to Gregory, and leaned her face in close to his own. She knew he could hold his liquor, but even he was clearly affected by the drink. Her servant resistance helped, but she felt almost as touched by the booze as he was.

Her robes slipped more, dropping off to her waist, with only her chest wrap on her torso remaining. As she slumped upon him, chest to chest, she intentionally dragged the shoulders of his own robes down, exposing his chest.

"Well, if we don't have any more wine, then what else are we gonna drink?" Nobu asked hotly, her breath heavy upon his face as she slowly pushed Gregory down onto the table behind him, forcing him to essentially sit upon the edge, knocking a couple empty bottles to the side. Her hands slinked down his body and pressed the sash away, opening his robes and spilling them upon the table and floor around.

Her hands found her way to his underclothes, fondling around and feeling up what only she was allowed to claim. Gregory instinctively grabbed Nobu around the head with one hand and the back with his other, bringing her close and binding her into a deep, heavy, and lustful kiss. The two were intertwined, exchanging their passion with long and unyielding force.

Nobu's chest wrap was wrenched off by Gregory's hands as she continued to play with him below the waist, and her chest poured out, falling free while the remnants of her chest wrap dropped to the floor around, along with the few remnants of their clothes.

Nobu looked up to Gregory's eyes as she slowly began to slide downward. She grabbed his firm length, pulsing with a very direct and focused desire. "If there's no more sake... I want this instead." She insisted, following the demand with an unapologetic and wet kiss to the tip. It was already quite ready for her, and her contact only made it more eager for her attentions.

Nobunaga began stroking gently, massaging the entire length, while blessing the head with loving kisses and the softest of brushes from her tongue. Gregory could barely keep his eyes on her, as his mind was flooded with the kind of intense sensations she was giving him. "Shit... Nobu..."

Nobu engulfed the entire head for a moment, applying suction while slowly but very firmly gripping and stroking the shaft. She pulled back and removed her lips from it, looking up to him with lust. "I wanted to practice more for you. And you came to my dream. Let me show you what more I can do..." She moved her head back down, and proceeded to pump his rigid length, while her lips wrapped tightly again. Her tongue slid along the underside, up and down and in swirling and alternating positions.

Gregory couldn't hold back moans and groans of raw pleasure and she continued, her own moans only serving to accelerate the pleasure he was feeling below. The pure sensual overload that Nobunaga was giving continued for what felt like an ecstatic eternity.

Nobunaga watched him with keen eyes, and with great excitement, moved her hand down to probe and penetrate herself as her other hand assisted her mouth. Her lips began to slide more and more, before eventually progressing all the way down to the pelvis, taking his entire length in. The width forcing her mouth apart more and more; stretching to be able to take it but hungrily doing so.

Her self pleasure accelerated the humming moans in her throat, in turn encouraging the sensory overload within his length from the vibrations. Gregory hands reached down, and held her head, not forcing nor even guiding, but rather in affection. He needed something to hold onto in the midst of the intensity, and the source of the pleasure was the only reasonable option with his limited focus.

"Nobu... I-"

Nobu's eyes narrowed with what looked like a slight crook of a grin on her stretched lips. She moved her head and neck, speeding up while her hand pounded at her own entrance, and the other gripped his leg tightly, nails biting into his thigh's skin. She moaned something through the sound of gagging and pleasured groans. Gregory knew from their intimate connection what it meant, and he obliged.

Holding her head still, he thrusted hard, forcing his entire shaft deep into the depths of her mouth and jamming at her throat. Her fingers gripped his thigh tighter, small red cuts forming under her nails, as she squealed at the feeling of her own completion from her hand. Gregory gripped tight, and let himself release into her throat. Round after round began to accumulate, her mouth filling rapidly, as she forced herself to swallow rapidly in order to accommodate the additional hot fluid that continued to come.

After a moment, the thrusts slowed, and eventually he let his hips fall back onto the table, and Nobunaga pulled herself back slowly. Her fingers released his leg, and a small puddle under her legs sounded with the sounds of gentle drops from her own nectar. She slowly let her lips slide off of his still firm length. To his surprise, and great arousal, she made sure to draw her lips tight as she did so, removing almost all traces of his love from it.

She showed him the contents of her mouth for just a moment, before swallowing it, and sliding forward onto him, face to face. They both collapsed back onto the table, holding one another close. She moved in to kiss Gregory, and he immediately brought his lips to hers. The taste of his love and her passion swirling in their saliva and unrestrained body heat as they lay intertwined. Finding themselves comfortable and worn, the two passed into a loving embrace and slumber upon the ruined table.

When they awoke, they were in the bedroom they had grown accustomed to. Gregory rose, and looked to the side, seeing Lady Nobunaga sleeping peacefully beneath the covers. He eased himself from the bed as quietly as possible, and slinked out to the kitchen to prepare some morning tea for the both of them before she woke. It was about half an hour before she arose, and met him in the dining area.

"Good morning, Gregory! Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, good morning! Uh... yeah. I-"

"Had a good dream?" She said, with a slight smirk and a wink.

Gregory's cheeks felt heat just a little and he hoped it wasn't visible, but given the circumstances...

"It's okay, I had a good dream too. I got to... practice some stuff I wanted to get around to." She added, walking behind him as he fiddled with the teapot, wrapping her arms around and pressing her chest tight upon him. She kissed his back with a gentle sweetness. Nobu stood on her tip-toes to lean closer to his ear, finalizing her teasing with a final sentence;

"So, Gregory. What do you think about going out for a drink later tonight?"