A/N: For this story I changed one thing that did not make sense to me about Tsunayashiro, How the Hell is Tokinada supposed to actually politic his way up to up to become head of Tsunayashiro if he's not from the main house? Branch house members do not have that kind of power to become heads of noble houses. For example Suifeng from a lower branch of Shihoin would never become head of Shihoin because of her status. Instead I'll have Tokinada from the main house and the Tsunayashiro will be known as a clan with a lot of secret infighting amongst the family members of the main house, Hence Enrakyoten's life draining theme with it's Tsunayashiro wielder... Anyways... Here's something steamy...
She was already half out of her mind from the rush of desire, And his words brought all sorts of thoughts crashing into her brain. All of her drunk fantasies had been coming true. This was where she thought this moment would happen— In this place, Under the moonlight in her chambers, In the shadows of the bedroom with the full moon shining reflecting though the open doors out in the pavilion and garden. However the man so very close to her was not whom she had dreamt of.
And here he was, Tokinada Tsunayashiro, Breaking every noble rule ever made about propriety, Taking advantage of her desperation. He had not expected her to give into his advances soo easily. Not tonight and neither was he stopping this from happening. He really did not care if she was drunk. All he cared about was having her right here underneath his touch, her body pressed tightly against his.
His heart was beating madly with adrenaline. His thoughts were in a disarray as he took a moment to stare down at the woman in his arms, Her breath heavy and her eyes wide with both surprise and desire to be touched. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or how she really felt, But he pushed the thought from his mind. Right now she seemed to have given up on all her pride. And he would capitalize on it with abandon.
He leaned into her, Pressing his weight into her body, The muscles of his shoulders and chest rubbing against the softness of her chest, His Own breath hot and heavy, making his voice gruff and sultry as he spoke.
"I did not expect you to give in so easily, Ayame." He whispered, His hands gripping tight to her body. "I don't make a habit of taking advantage of drunk women but for you... I can make an exception."
His nose and lips pressed into the delicate skin of her neck, Nuzzling to feel her pulse and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. His hands roamed down her body, gripping her waist and pulling her tight to his, Pressing his growing excitement against her belly.
Ayame let out a gasp, Her breath shaky and her body starting to overheat with both the heat of the evening, And the heat and desire from his touch. Her body arched into him as he pressed his weight against her, The feel of his chest and excitement making her want to feel more.
"You..." Her hands clenching tight into the fabric of his vest. "You really are a scoundrel, Lord Tokinada."
"Yes, I am. And you like that don't you?" He replied, His hand venturing down to untie the sash of his shikakusho. "You like it when I'm vulgar."
His confidence and arrogance, No, His twisted personality, Had lured her into his tight grasp. Her cheeks flushed hotter, A mixture of anger, Arousal and self-consciousness. Ayame slowly inhaled, Trying to collect her thoughts and words. She was still having trouble focusing her mind, But her entire body screamed to continue. There was no denying that she still wanted him, Even if it was unruly and forbidden.
"You really are... The worst." She said, Her voice was low and sultry, A bit shaky and filled with a mixture of desire, Frustration and disbelief. Her fingers played with his white vest. "I hate you."
"That may be true." He continued without missing a beat, "But I also know that you want me. In fact, If I had not made a move, You probably would have done it yourself... Don't bother denying it."
Her eyes were still closed in bliss, Her breathing erratic. She whispered, "Please, To my futon."
He released her, And she collapsed against him with an incoherent cry. Then he picked her up bridal style, And carried her, Still naked, towards the bed room. Once they were in the privacy of her bedchamber, He lay her down upon the grand futon, Spreading her legs with his hands to position himself above her. He kissed her deeply once more, She was the very image of the debauched fantasy he promised to her earlier.
"My goddess..." He mused under his breath.
"What is it?" She asked him softly.
He watched the way her violet eyes twinkled, The slight blush spread across her cheeks, The way her hair fell in tangled curls around her face. She was so beautiful. There was something about her that captivated him, And he had not realized until this point how much he loved to see her like this.
"I'm so glad, I get to be the one to fuck you, My lady." He murmured lowly, Running a finger gently down her cheek.
She blushed harder, Turning her head shyly. "I think you might be getting ahead of yourself, Tokinada."
He teased, Voice low and husky, "You torture me," he replied, Leaning down his tongue trailing it's way up her neck. Her hands immediately reached out for him, Grabbing onto his bare arm and pulling him closer to her. Their bodies slid together, Molding perfectly. She was soft and pliant in his arms, Her breath hot against his skin, Her body trembling slightly. She wrapped her legs around his hips and leaned upward against him.
He was enjoying seeing her squirm beneath him. She was already a slave, Ready to accept whatever he chose to give her. Her hands gripped at his shoulders again, And he heard her sharp gasp. He smirked to himself, Savoring the sensation of her nails digging into his flesh, Tugging on it hard. He was tempted to tease her, Drag his fingernails gently down her side to torment her.
The sounds of their panting breaths filled the room, Mingling together with the sounds of the garden outside. Somewhere nearby, The fireflies danced merrily among the flowers, And in the verdure a cricket chirped quietly. Their movements became rougher and faster, The sound echoing around the chamber.
The feeling of his bare skin touching hers was driving her mad. She could feel his heart beats, The strong rhythm of them thrumming through her, Matching her own. He was warm, Almost burning hot. And she loved it, Craved it, Even if it was going to burn her. He shifted his body, Changing his angle slightly, And a whispy moan escaped her lips, Her nails once more grasping at his shoulders.
"Toki-" She gasped, But couldn't finish. The words stuck in her throat and her head fell back against the pillow as the sensations rushed over her.
"What, My goddess?" Tokinada asked, His lips trailing down the line of her throat, His tongue tracing the veins of her skin, Feeling her pulse quicken beneath his touch. "What is it, Ayame?"
His mouth continued its journey downwards, Leaving a path of kisses down her chest, His hands on her hips, Holding her firmly in place. She didn't answer, She could only gasp and grasp even tighter onto his skin, Her body starting to convulse.
"Tokinada... Please?" She asked holding back her moans.
Tokinada smiled at the question, The corners of his mouth lifting in amusement at her impatience and her inability to speak clearly. His fingers slid up along the swell of her breast, Circling it, Sliding back and forth, Teasing her nipple lightly. She whimpered at the contact, Her whole body shaking, Shuddering and writhing. She tried to move upwards, Trying to reach his mouth, But he wouldn't let go, forcing her back down to the mattress, His other hand cupping her chin in his palm, Forcing her to remain still.
"It would be a shame if I didn't do this right." He mused, Placing a gentle kiss just below her jawline. His tongue snaked slowly across the skin.
"It's been such a long time." He admitted, His voice full of playful regret.
"I can imagine it must have been lonely." She muttered.
"Very." He said, His tongue moving up to her bottom lip in a vertical line.
"How long has it been now?" She asked as his tongue snaked across her lips and into her mouth.
Tokinada thought back to his deceased wife. He thought back to the time he and Kakyō had been intimate. His recall of Kakyō's cries and her pleads for mercy rang in his ears, The memory of her made his arousal grow even stronger, He couldn't help but push himself inside of her as deeply as he could. His actions caused her to cry out in pain, Her polished nails dug into his back again, The pain grounding him. The pleasure brought on by the pain was so much greater for him than for her.
"Ah, Yes... My dear," He murmured. "You feel so good..."
She cursed him, "God damn you!"
Tokinada chuckled, "That's what she used to say."
She bucked underneath him, And he could feel her orgasm drawing close. Ayame shrieked, "You bastard!"
Tears slipped from her eyes as she writhed beneath him, The sensations becoming too much for her. Her hands were now tangled in his green hair, Tugging and pulling until her nails left red marks in his scalp. Her thighs quivered and spasmed as the waves of ecstasy washed through her. The sound she made sent shivers up Tokinada's spine; It sounded like nothing that he had ever heard before. It was raw and desperate, It shook his very core. And he loved it. It thrilled him.
He could feel himself starting to climax as well, The heat building within him. A deep moan escaped from his throat, His hands moving down to grip at the bedsheets around them, His fingernails digging into the soft material as he rode out the peak of his own pleasure. He held onto Ayame tightly, Her nails leaving small crescent indents in his forearms as he tightened his hold on her.
"My lovely Ayame," He breathed, His lips barely brushing against hers. "I am sorry."
"Sorry for what?" She asked breathless.
"For making you so... Horny," He whispered softly, "And for thinking of Kakyō while fucking you."
There was a moment of silence before Ayame slapped him across the face. He let her, Not making any attempts to stop her.
"You bastard," She hissed. "I was right! You would use me as an outlet for your unresolved former marriage grudges."
He grabbed her wrists, Holding it firmly above her head.
"Be quiet." He hissed back.
"You're insane!" She snapped. "You know that, Right? You're batshit crazy!"
Tokinada's grip tightened, And he brought his face close to hers, Their lips almost touching.
"I said, Be quiet," He repeated. "Or I'll make you."
A shiver ran down her spine as the threat was issued. She tried to pull away, But his grip on her wrists was too strong. She looked up at him defiantly, Her eyes narrowing.
"You wouldn't." She challenged.
A dark gleam flashed in his eyes, Accompanied by an even darker smile. It sent a chill down her spine, But she refused to look away.
"Is that a challenge, love?" He asked calmly.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew exactly what he was capable of, And she wasn't about to underestimate him. Her mind raced, Trying to think of a way out of this situation, But her thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
She froze, The sensation of his kiss sending electric sparks down her spine. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. His lips were soft and warm, And there was a hint of dominance in the way he kissed her. His tongue caressed her lower lip, Requesting entry, And with a gasp, She parted her lips without thinking.
He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, His tongue sliding into her mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding, And he took complete control as he explored her mouth thoroughly. He took his time, His hands still holding her wrists firmly above her head as he teased and tasted her.
Her body responded involuntarily, Her tongue meeting his in a hot, Wet battle for dominance. Her heart was hammering in her chest, Her mind clouded by the pleasure that his kiss was stirring. She fought against his grip, Trying to free her wrists, But it was hopeless.
He chuckled against her mouth, The vibrations sending shivers down her spine. He released her wrists, And she quickly brought them down to his shoulders, Her fingers digging into the fabric of his robe. He pulled back slightly, His breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at her.
Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed and her eyes slightly glazed. She looked up at him, Her own breath coming in shallow pants. He smiled at the sight, His eyes roaming over her face and down to her exposed chest. He rested his head between her breasts and closed his eyes.
Despite the position being so possessive and dominant, It felt oddly comforting. His body against hers was warm, His head resting against her chest as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. She couldn't help but run her fingers through his hair, Gently caressing his scalp.
He stayed there for a few moments, Just enjoying the feeling of her hand in his hair. His shoulders sagged, The tension in his body slowly releasing as the adrenaline and hormones faded. He shifted his weight slightly, His body pressing into hers even more.
Her breath hitched, And her grip on his hair tightened momentarily. His warmth and closeness felt like an embrace, And she found herself relaxing beneath him. She continued to run her fingers through his hair, The texture of his soft locks feeling soothing against her skin.
He let out a soft sigh, the weight of his body almost crushing her, But she didn't mind. It felt nice to be so close to him, To feel his body pressing so tightly against hers. She closed her eyes, Focusing on the feeling of his hair between her fingers and the sound of his breath on her chest.
"Are you going to get out of me?" She asked calmly.
He chuckled lowly, The sound of it sending vibrations against her skin. He lifted his head, His chin resting against her collarbone as he looked up at her with a lazy smirk.
"No," He replied, "I'm quite comfortable here."
She gave him a slight eye roll, But she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.
"Comfy, huh?" She teased. "Get your flaccid manhood out of me, That's all I ask."
He laughed out loud, the sound still holding a hint of malevolence despite the friendly nature. It sent shivers down her spine, And a warm feeling spread through her body.
"Oh, love," He said, His tone slightly mocking, "You do know that's not how it works."
Despite the teasing tone, there was a hint of possessiveness in his voice. It made her heart flutter uncontrollably, And an unfamiliar ache settled in the pit of her stomach.
"And why is that, exactly?" She replied, Trying to maintain an even tone despite the effect he was having on her.
He didn't answer right away, his head still resting against her chest. He trailed his fingers up the side of her tired body.
"Because," He finally responded, His voice low and sultry, "You're mine."
A warm shiver ran through her body as his words sank in. Being claimed so definitively was new territory for her, But it wasn't entirely unwelcome. A mixture of excitement and uncertainty flooded through her as she tried to process the emotions swirling within her.
"I'm not some possession," She huffed, Trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.
He chuckled lowly again, The sound of it sending pleasant tingles down her spine. His fingers continued their path along her body, Tracing the curves and planes of her figure.
"Oh, But you are," He purred, Lifting his head to look up at her. "You're mine, through and through... My property, My woman, Remember?"
She swallowed hard, Her mind going blank as she was pinned under his gaze. She was torn between the desire to argue and the urge to lean into his touch. She clenched her jaw, Trying to regain control.
"I'm not some toy for you to play with," She replied, albeit weakly. "And we're not married."
"Ah, Love," He cupped her face lightly, His fingers caressing her cheeks, "Is that the issue? You would prefer to be married before being owned by me? Is that it?"
"And besides, You can't own me, I'm already owned by my noble house as the 'sacred heir'." She noted sighing, Ready to fall asleep.
Tokinada's smile widened, the glint in his eyes darkening slightly. He pushed his body against hers, Hips pressing into her firmly. He leaned closer, His breath warm against her ear, "That's not the answer I was looking for, Pet. Allow me; Would you rather belong to an ancient, Emotionless institution… Or to me, Someone who can make you feel alive?"
His words sent a shiver down her spine, And her heart thundered against her chest. Despite the situation, There was no denying the truth in what he was saying. Being owned by him was far more thrilling than being a servant to her noble house. Being his... It stirred something deep within her, a primal and possessive need.
A gasp escaped her lips, His words and tone were possessive, Demanding her compliance. She wanted to protest, to tell him off, To tell him that she wasn't his to own. But the way he was making her feel made all those thoughts quickly dissipate. The feeling of being so completely desired and coveted, It made any protests die on her tongue.
He smiled, Seeing the way she reacted to his words. Her gasp had been like music to his ears, And the way her body had moved against his had only inflamed his desire for her further.
"There it is," He whispered, his lips hovering just above her own, "I see the truth in your eyes, love. You want to be mine."
She wanted to deny it, to say that he was wrong, but the words stuck in her throat. The way he was looking at her, The way his body was pressed against hers, It was as if he could see straight into her soul.
"I... I..."
She bit her lip, Her mind and body warring with each other. She wanted to resist, To fight against his claim, But the deep-seated need to give in was becoming stronger by the moment.
He chuckled lowly, Savoring the sight of her struggling against her own desires. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her, Caught between her pride and her primal need for submission.
"Don't fight it," He breathed, his lips ghosting over her jaw, "Give in to me, Love. Let me possess you completely."
Her breath hitched as his lips grazed her jaw, Her body shuddering in response. The sound of his voice was like a heady drug, Intoxicating and addictive. She wanted to resist, To hold onto her own sense of self, But the pull of his dominating presence was too strong to ignore.
"Tokinada," She managed to say, Her voice betraying the conflicting emotions swirling within her. "I... I'm yours."
The words escaped her lips in a tired confession. Her eyes closed, The night slowly taking her into sleep.
A predatory grin spread across his face as she spoke the words he desired to hear. He lifted his head, His eyes burning into hers as he took in her state.
"Good," He purred, His hand caressing her cheek affectionately. "That's what I wanted to hear."
He leaned in, His lips brushing against her forehead in a soft kiss before pulling back.
"Now sleep, Ayame. Rest your weary head. You're mine now... and there's no going back."
Her eyelids fluttered shut, The weight of exhaustion and his possessive words washing over her. The feel of his lips on her forehead soothed her even further, Sending a wave of calm over her body. Exhaustion pulled her into sleep's warm embrace, Surrendering her to the dreams and nightmares that awaited.
He watched as she fell asleep, Her body going slack beneath him. A sense of satisfaction washed over him. She was his now, completely and utterly. She had given in to him, admitted that she belonged to him.
He shifted his weight, pulling himself out of her and lying beside her. He wrapped his arms around her, Pulling her close against him. He pressed his face into her hair, Breathing in her scent.
The feel of her in his arms, Her body against his, It was a sensation he would never tire of. He held her like a precious treasure, His grip tight and possessive. He closed his eyes, Reveling in the sense of ownership he felt over her.
As he lay there, Holding her close, He began to plan and imagine all the things he could do with her now that she was his. There were so many possibilities, So many ways to ruin and ravish her. The thought brought a dark smile to his lips.
The night wore on, And Tokinada's thoughts continued to linger on the sleeping woman in his arms. He knew he would have to be careful, To play this game slowly and methodically if he wanted to truly keep her. She was a strong-willed woman, And it would take a delicate touch to mold her completely to his will. But he was patient, And he had all the time in the world.
He continued to hold her close, His arms wrapped around her possessively. Drifting off to sleep with a last thought of the sweet delights she would gift him in the future.
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Tokinada's eyes flickered open. He found himself holding Ayame in his arms, Her head snuggled into his shoulder and curvaceous body still pressed against his.
He looked down at her sleeping form, A sense of contentment and satisfaction coursing through him. He smiled, Running his fingers through her hair, Feeling the silky strands between his fingertips.
He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the feeling of her in his arms, But as the minutes ticked by, His thoughts turned towards the day ahead. He knew he would need to get up soon, However he wanted to savor this feeling of intimacy just a little bit longer.
He leaned down, Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, Before reluctantly leaving from his place beside her. He sat up, Running a hand through his messy hair as he stretched his limbs.
After changing, He slipped on his coat and left her room. He wandered aimlessly through the archaic wing of the castle, Following the wood bound walls, He walked past countless paintings that showed the history of his family and how they came to be.
As he passed by one painting, he caught sight of her ex-fiance Byakuya and Ayame. Both teenagers were dressed in traditional robes, Their hands linked together. They looked happy, Happier than he'd ever seen them. A pang of jealousy stabbed his chest, As he wondered when they'd become so inseparable. It seemed a past-hood now, For them to share such feelings. They were supposed to be a match made in heaven. Both now separated, Ayame in the clutches of a snake and Byakuya with a eurydician woman he cannot ever truly be with.
It wasn't long before he reached the courtyard. He stopped, Looking around curiously. He didn't think he had ever been in this part of the castle before. In fact, He had never set foot inside.
He gazed at the garden, He couldn't help but frown in confusion when he saw Ayame's mother Tsuyoi standing near the middle of it, Her back towards him. Her red cloak billowed lightly in the breeze, The yellow sunlight reflecting in the woman's black hair. She slowly turned to Tokinada with a weary demeanor.
"I heard noises coming from my daughter's quarters last night, You slept with her didn't you?"
Tokinada paused, A mixture of surprise, Annoyance, And amusement on his face. He had not expected to be approached by Tsuyoi, But more than that, He had not expected the directness of her question. He was not used to others being so bold in his presence, Especially not a woman. Nonetheless, he smiled, And spoke quietly and calmly.
"That I did," He answered simply.
"I thought I raised her better." The woman said sternly, "That my daughter would be smart enough to avoid a man like you. It seems I was wrong about her and to trust my husband's judgement especially now that he chose you to be a courtier for Ayame."
Tokinada raised a dark eyebrow in slight amusement. It seemed that Tsuyoi was clearly not happy about the night's events. He wasn't overly concerned, But it was always entertaining to see a mother's protectiveness over her daughter.
"Is that so?" Tokinada said casually, Crossing his arms. "And what sort of 'man' do you think I am?" He asked.
Tsuyoi fixed a look of distaste upon Tokinada's face.
"You are a man who cannot be trusted," She said bluntly. "A man who only thinks of his own pleasure, With no regard for others. A man who takes what he wants and discards it when he is done." Tsuyoi paused for a moment, Her expression softening slightly.
"And I had hoped that my daughter would have more sense than to give in to your selfish whims. The man who was meant to have my daughter was never meant to be you, Tsunayashiro."
Tokinada's expression remained unchanged, His smile did not waver. He could not help but be amused by Tsuyoi's harsh words. She was so quick to condemn and judge him, Without even knowing him. Tokinada's smile grew cold at the woman's assessment of his character. It was true that he was selfish and hedonistic, He would not deny that. Then again, He knew it was quite pointless trying to justify himself to her.
"Selfish, am I?" He said, A hint of mockery in his tone. "Perhaps it is you who is being selfish, Tsuyoi. Your daughter is grown. She is capable of making her own decisions."
Tsuyoi bristled at Tokinada's words. "How dare you!" She exclaimed, Her voice rising in anger. "I am not being selfish! I am trying to protect my daughter from a man like you!"
Tsuyoi took a step towards him, Her hands clenching into fists. "You do not know my daughter. You do not understand her. You only see her as a means to satisfy your own desires. I saw her drinking yesterday, all evening! You took advantage of her vulnerability!"
Tokinada's smile turned into a smirk. Tsuyoi's protectiveness amused him even more.
"Oh, I understand your daughter quite well," He said, His voice taking on a sinister undertone. "More than you think. And as for taking advantage of her... well, I didn't need to force her to do anything. She came to me willingly."
Tsuyoi's eyes widened in surprise and disgust, "You..." She was at a loss for words, Unable to believe what she was hearing. "... You filthy, despicable monster! You took advantage of her because she was depressed and exposed!"
Suddenly, Tsuyoi's expression hardened. "I will not allow you to ruin my daughter's life."
Tokinada's smirk widened. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Oh, is that so? You're going to protect her from me, are you?" He said, His tone mocking. "How very noble of you, Tsuyoi. Although, I'm not sure you're the best person to be giving advice on ruining someone's life. After all,"
Tokinada leaned closer, His voice dropping to a low, Menacing whisper, "If I recall correctly, You have a bit of a secret yourself, Don't you?"
Tsuyoi flinched, Her expression faltering for a brief moment. She knew exactly what Tokinada was referring to. Her own secret affair with her husband's cousin had been kept private for many years, And she had hoped it would never come to light.
"I...I don't know what you mean," She stammered, Trying to feign ignorance.
Tokinada chuckled, enjoying the sight of Tsuyoi's discomfort. "Oh, don't play coy with me, Tsuyoi. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You think your little secret is safe? You think no one knows about your little indiscretion?"
He leaned in closer, His smile growing wider. "I know all about your affair, Tsuyoi. Your little fling with your husband's cousin. Don't try to deny it."
Tsuyoi's face turned pale, But she tried to maintain her composure. "Y... You have no proof..."
Tokinada chuckled again, His gaze piercing into her. "Oh, Tsuyoi, I don't need proof. I have my ways of knowing things, Don't you worry. Besides, I'm sure your husband would be quite interested in hearing about your little tryst, Don't you think?"
Tsuyoi's face paled even further. The thought of her husband finding out about her secret love affair was a fear that had plagued her for years. She had done everything in her power to keep it hidden, And now this man was threatening to expose her.
"You wouldn't dare," She whispered, Her voice trembling. "You wouldn't tell Hachiryu."
Tokinada's smile was cold and cruel. "Oh, I would. I would take great pleasure in watching your world come crashing down around you."
He took a step closer to her, His eyes boring into hers. "But I may consider keeping your secret, If you do something for me."
Tsuyoi's face crumpled at Tokinada's words. She knew she was trapped. She had no choice.
"What... What do you want?" She whispered, Her voice barely audible.
"Simple," Tokinada said, His tone almost casual. "I want you to leave me and your daughter alone. Don't interfere in our relationship any further. In return, I'll keep your little secret safe, Hidden away from Hachiryu."
Tsuyoi closed her eyes, Feeling defeated and humiliated. She had no choice but to agree.
"Fine. I'll do as you say," She said, her voice resigned. "Just... Please don't tell Hachiryu about my affair. I'll do anything."
Tokinada's smile grew, His eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure. "Good, I'm glad we could come to an agreement. I'll keep your secret safe, As long as you keep your end of the bargain."
He stepped back, His tone becoming more casual. "And just for the record, I didn't force your daughter to do anything. She came to me willingly. And trust me, She was quite eager."
Tsuyoi's stomach clenched at Tokinada's words, Her face twisted in anger and hurt. Tokinada's last remark was like a knife twisting in her heart. It was one thing to know that her daughter had slept with this man, But to hear him speak of it so callously and revel in it was almost too much for her to bear. The thought of her daughter, Depressed and vulnerable, Being used by this monster was almost too much for her to bear.
"I hate you," She whispered, her eyes filled with tears. "I hate you with every fiber of my being... Ayame is a smart, Strong woman. She would never willingly give herself to you."
Tokinada chuckled again, Clearly enjoying the woman's pain and anguish. "Oh, But she did. She was eager, Desperate even. And let's be honest, Tsuyoi, You know your daughter better than that. You know that she is not the strong, Independent woman you think she is. She's a fragile little thing, Desperate for someone to come and save her."
He smirked, His eyes glittering with malice. "And who better to save her than me, The man who can give her everything she desires."
Tsuyoi clenched her fists, Her eyes filled with anger and pain. "Is that what you did? You took what you wanted from her, Knowing she was vulnerable and weak? She's already shattered and desperate. Did you need to destroy her further?"
Tokinada smirked, his eyes glittering with malice. "Oh, But I didn't destroy her any further. I merely took what she willingly offered. She came to me, Desperate for some kind of escape from her despair, And I provided it."
He leaned closer, His voice lightening at Tsuyoi's despair. "But I must admit, it's quite... Satisfying to see you so upset. I enjoy seeing the look on your face, The pain and anguish knowing that your precious daughter is with me."
Tsuyoi clenched her jaw, Trying to hold back her tears. She wanted so badly to lash out at this monster, To make him pay for what he had done to her daughter. But she knew she was powerless against him. She could only watch as he toyed with her pain and humiliation.
"You're a monster," She whispered. "A monster who takes pleasure in the suffering of others."
Tokinada chuckled, his eyes never leaving Tsuyoi's face. "Perhaps I am," He said, His tone almost nonchalant. "But let's be honest, Tsuyoi. You and I are not so different. We both have our secrets. You have your own transgressions, Your own darkest desires that you keep hidden from the world. And I do take pleasure in other people's pain. It makes me feel... Alive."
Tsuyoi's face paled at Tokinada's response. She didn't want to believe it, But deep down a small part of her knew he was right. She had her own secrets, Her own dark moments that she kept hidden from others. And she knew that somewhere, Deep down, She was capable of the same malice and sadism as the man standing before her.
"Don't compare me to you," She said, Her voice trembling. "I'm not like you."
Tokinada chuckled again, His eyes dancing with cruel amusement. "Oh, but you are like me," He said, His tone almost mocking. "You've controlled your daughter's life, every aspect of it, since she was born. You've planned out her future, her every move, even her marriage. You've never given her a choice, Never let her make her own decisions. You've made her into the miserable, Broken woman she is today. And you wonder why she turned to me for comfort and release?"
Tsuyoi's eyes widened in horror. Tokinada's words cut deep, And she knew he was right. She had controlled her daughter's life, And in doing so, Had stripped her of her independence and happiness. She had been so focused on creating a perfect, Flawless heir, That she had forgotten to allow her daughter to be herself.
"I... I was just trying to protect her," She whispered, her voice cracking.
Tokinada snickered, His eyes glittering with malicious excitement. "Oh, Tsuyoi, You were not protecting her. You were suffocating her. You were so fixated on creating a perfect heir, That you forgot to see her as her own being, With her own dreams and desires. You were so focused on the future, That you forgot to let her live in the present."
Tsuyoi looked down at the ground, Tears streaming down her face. She knew Tokinada was right, And it hurt her to the core. She had always thought she was doing what was best for her daughter, But in her desperate striving for excellence, She had destroyed her very soul.
"I...I didn't know..." She whispered, Her voice choked with tears.
Tokinada chuckled, Relishing in the woman's pain. "Of course you didn't know," He sneered. "You were too blind to see what was right in front of you. And now, Look at what you've done. You've turned your daughter into a shell of herself, Broken and desperate for someone to save her."
He leaned closer, His voice dropping to a cruel whisper, "And that person was me."
Tsuyoi's tears streamed down her face as she looked up at Tokinada in agony. The realization of her mistakes was too much to bear. She had hurt her daughter, And she knew it. It was too late to take it back, Too late to undo the damage she had done.
"What am I supposed to do now?" She whispered, Her voice shaking. "I... I can't fix this."
Tokinada chuckled again, His eyes glittering with sadistic satisfaction. "Oh, there's nothing you can do," He said, His tone almost mocking. "You can't fix what you've done. The damage is already done, And your daughter is now mine. You've lost her, Tsuyoi. Just like you've lost everything else you've ever loved."
Tsuyoi's mind flashed to the past, To the destruction of her clan. The memory of the violence and bloodshed was as fresh as it had ever been, And the pain and anger of that loss still burned within her. More tears streamed down her face as she clenched her fists in hopeless rage.
Tokinada's eyes gleam as he watched her, The memory of her loss bringing him pleasure. He knew the pain she felt, And he relished in it.
"Ah, I see the memory is still fresh in your mind," He said, his voice dripping with malice. "The destruction of your clan, The loss of everything you held dear. It must hurt, Doesn't it? To remember how powerless you were to stop it."
Tsuyoi's body trembled, Her pain and helplessness overwhelming her. She closed her eyes, Willing herself to push the memory away, But it was no use. The trauma of the loss was too real, And the pain was too deep.
"Please... Stop..." She whispered, Her voice cracking. "Don't... Don't talk about it..."
Tokinada chuckled, his eyes glittering with sadistic delight. "Oh, But I enjoy seeing you in pain, Tsuyoi. The memory of your loss, The pain it causes you… It gives me great pleasure. To see you so shattered, So broken, Is truly satisfying."
Tsuyoi's body trembled again, Tears streaming down her face. She wanted to cover her ears, To block out Tokinada's words, But she couldn't move. Her legs felt weak, Her spirit broken.
"Please..." She whispered again, Her voice trembling. "Don't... Don't say these things to me..."
Tsuyoi stood there, Frozen in anguish, For what felt like an eternity. But eventually, With heavy heart and tears still streaming down her face, She managed to turn and stumble back into the castle.
She knew that there was no escaping Tokinada's cruelty, No way to shake off the guilt and shame that weighed her down. She could only try to find some small measure of peace, Some meager comfort in the face of her shattered life.
Tokinada watched as Tsuyoi stumbled back into the castle, A cruel smirk on his face. He had enjoyed every moment of her pain, Every tear shed, Every ounce of despair that he had inflicted upon her.
"Pathetic," He sneered to himself as he turned away from the woman.
Tsuyoi stumbled through the halls of the castle, Her feet heavy and her heart even heavier. She felt like a ghost, Trapped in a limbo between life and death, Tormented by memories that refused to leave her alone.
Each step she took was agony, Each breath a struggle to remain standing. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she was stuck in a never-ending nightmare, A hell she would never escape. Her children and affairs were just the smoke screen to blind her of the reality she lived in.
Tsuyoi eventually found herself in a secluded corner of the castle, A small, Quiet chamber where she could be alone. With trembling steps, She collapsed onto a soft chair, Her body wracked with sobs and tears. She had always been so strong, So proud. But now, The proud lady felt like a mere shadow of her former Self. A pathetic, broken woman, Crushed by the weight of her own sins and regrets.
She sat there for what felt like an eternity, Her sobs slowly fading into soft, Resigned gasps. The events of the day whirled through her mind, Tormenting her like a relentless storm.
"How did it come to this?" She whispered to herself, Her voice hoarse and broken. "How do I go on from here?"
But there were no answers, no way forward. She was lost, Drowning in a sea of despair. The only certainty she had left was the cold, Hard truth that she had nobody left to turn to, Nobody who could save her from the darkness that engulfed her. She closed her eyes, Her body slumping forward in exhaustion. The sobs had stopped, Tears had dried, And now all that was left was an empty shell of a woman, A hollow facade of the proud lady she had once been.