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 Ayame," 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 holding on tightly, And he heard her sharp gasp once the he pushed forward against her. He smirked to himself, Savoring the sensation of her nails digging into his flesh, Tugging on hard. He was tempted to tease her by doing the same but instead relished in the pleasure of the marks she left on him.

Her face and teeth clinched, She spoke, "It's rather uncomfortable."

He leaned down a smug look on his face, Brushing his lips against hers softly, "Oh sweet Ayame, The things you make me want to do to you." He teased, Pressing their foreheads together, He chuckled lowly again once he took notice of the desperate look in her dazed violet eyes. "My my Aya, Do you not realize how absolutely ravishing you are at the moment?"

His lips trailed her neck again, Pressing more kisses, More tongue, more teeth against the soft skin, Leaving her to shiver and shudder beneath him from the sensations. "Say my name," He whispered, "I want to hear your beautiful voice."

His lips pressed against her ear, His voice was a little rougher, "Say my name. I want to hear it come from your lips." His lips sucked at the soft flesh of her bottom lip, Teeth scraping against her skin, As he slowly moved his hips against hers, Pressing against her harder, Feeling her breath shaking against him.

"Say it," His voice was desperate, "Say it, And I'll give you everything you want." He begged her, Voice a low growl, A hand running up her side, Fingers dancing against soft flesh.

She shuddered against him, His lips against her ear, The way his words alone made her feel was overwhelming. The deep, Sultry voice was addicting. And at this point, it drove her mad. Even with her head foggy with pleasure, She did as he asked. "T...Tokinada."

Her voice was so quiet she wondered if he even heard her. And she felt him stop for a moment, Before pressing his lips against hers again, In a deep possessive kiss, The sound of her whimper muffled against his mouth.

His lips stayed pressed against hers, Claiming them in an almost bruising kiss, Tongue swiping against hers, Tasting her. His hips moved again, Pressing into her, The delicious sounds she made causing him to double down on his efforts. He smirked as he moved hands to grasp her wrists, Moving them up and pinning them above her head, Giving him better access to leave more kisses against her skin.

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 Kakyo. He thought back to the time he and Kakyo had been intimate. His recall of Kakyō's cries and her pleads for mercy rang in his ears, The memory of Kakyo 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.