𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Pillow Princess // Mitsuhide Akechi (16+)

Warnings: explicit language, sexual content, teasing etc. Please beware this chapter is a sex scene. If this will make you uncomfortable, please skip this chapter.

I wrote this earlier this year and so now I'm posting it. I'll go back and do a final edit later. Hope you enjoy it! 

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It was always after a battle when their sexual desires were highest. Weather they were fucking or taking their time making love, they needed to feel each other.

Neither were sure what it was that made them feel that way. Could it be the fear of loosing each other? Or was it the rush of adrenaline and war itself that made them get off? Sora wasn't sure what it was, or if she would ever come to a conclusion. But, honestly, she didn't need to know.

After near death, after being away in battle. Mitsuhide fighting in the vanguard, one of the most dangerous positions. Sora being in the medical tent wrapping up men all day. Fear of the main camp being overthrown my enemies at any moment. Fear of loosing to the enemy...

When they made it back into each others arms they were heated and needy. Desperate for each other. Mitsuhide was hungry to be in the depths of her heat. Desperate to feel thumping against the palm of his hand as he pressed up against her left breast. Hearing, seeing, feeling her alive.

After their prolonged victory. They set off. It was a quick ride back to Azuchi. Having fought in Oda territory, they would return by early evening.

The sun had just set. Remanence of golden hews hung deep in the final seconds of sunset. Thick grass caught the golden light as it rustled in the wind.

Cool air filled their shared bedchamber. But the heat of their desires were enough to keep them warm. All throughout the night they would share each other's heat and keep each other warm.

"Someone is looking rather eager," amber eyes squint at her.

Sora turned away from him. Perhaps, it was the rosy blush heating up her cheeks that made her look away. A dozen times he had seen that flustered look on her face. Sora needed him, wanted and anticipated their after battle routine. Yet, she hid her desires.

Her face didn't turn back to him. The warlord would soon blow all the worry and hesitation out of her. As always, he would bring her strength. And through his fingertips he gave her attention. Only minutes later his name rolled off her swollen lips as they indulged each other in love.

She cried out, bucking her hips as he slid two fingers inside, knuckles deep. Her body arched into his warmth. Somehow, her body spoke clearly to him more than her words ever could.

Twisting her hips she caught a glimpse of the darkness in his fox like eyes. "None of that, little one. You expected this would happen, yes?"

As she sucked in her moans with a cold breath, he pushed further and faster into her ocean. Calloused fingers soaked in wet warmth, submerged in her water. Then, he realized she hadn't said a single word to him since he began ravishing her.

Suddenly she noticed his eyes on her, waiting for something. That was when he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers and cradled the nape with his hand.

Slowly his free hand slid down her neck until he gently traced the outline of her nipple with his thumb. As observant as he was, he noticed something had tampered with his little one's confidence.

"You will ride my fingers until I decide if you're good enough to ride me, my dear."

Rubbing circles around her clit, he caught her thrusting hips. She moaned out, anticipating more. But, just as he had stated, he wasn't putting in the work anymore. Her hips moved against his hand, fingers sliding in and out as she pushed her hips against them.