FATED - an adult LGBTQ fantasy romance (Excerpt)

Chapter 2

"I said I would come to see you after my bath," Date rasped, not even looking over his shoulder.

"So I was told. This is... an unofficial visit, goshujin sama," a warm voice answered him. "Forgive my impatience and selfishness." Date picked out the rustle of clothes falling to the floor, then light footsteps. "I will leave if you so desire."

His daydream still vivid in his mind and blood pumping hard with unspent arousal, Date bit the inside of his cheek. For a brief second, he entertained the idea of sending Kyoko away to finish what he had started, then dismissed the thought.

Childish and unfair.

"Don't be silly, come now," he replied, gruffer than he meant to.

He extended his hand in invitation, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure brewing inside him.

"What is it with you and ignoring my orders when it pleases you, hmm?" he mused aloud, only half joking.

The fact that he allowed it wasn't lost on either of them.

Water splashed, and then long, soft hair tickled his right shoulder and arm, sending shivers up his spine. Lady Kyoko knelt on the bathtub floor next to her husband.

"I enjoy playing with fire, as you know so well, goshujin sama," Kyoko replied with the ghost of a smile playing on her lips before offering him a bow as deep as the water allowed. "Welcome back, it is a relief and pleasure to see you again."

Date couldn't help a smile, his heart drumming faster as it always did whenever he saw his wife.

"Every time I meet you after a long absence, you are even more beautiful than when I left. What kind of sorcery is this?" he said playfully.

"You must be more tired than you think, because your sight deceives you. Age is catching up with this old woman, and soon, you will all but forget about her," Kyoko said, eyes downcast, but her lips ticking upward.

Date cupped her jaw. "If there is one thing I pray for every day it is to grow old alongside you and I welcome each line, every silver hair on you, like I rejoice at the turning of the leaves in the fall. They make you always more dignified and powerful."

An unusual blush painted Kyoko's cheeks, and she bowed her head again. "Then our prayers are the same, goshujin sama."

With a fluid move, she straddled his hip, powerful legs gripping him as they would her favorite horse, and dark red desire flooded his veins. In their bedroom games, as in her daily life, Kyoko was never shy to show him her passion, unable to hide her fire and steel.

Creative ideas of what they could do tonight lifted Date's mood. He took great pleasure in the rough and tumble games he played in male company, but there was something about the softness of a woman's skin, the perfume of her hair and the scent of her most intimate sweetness that always made his head spin. Perhaps he would call for Shokoin to join them later; his concubine enjoyed the favors of Kyoko, too.

His beloved onna-bugeisha leaned closer, ever so slowly, but two could play this teasing game. At first, Date's lips only brushed her delicious mouth. Her warm breath quickened, lone testimony of her growing arousal, but he waited until a soft gasp escaped her to press more firmly. Kyoko relented, her lips parted, and their tongues met with the same hunger.

Date grabbed her neck, their kiss turning from tender to fierce, and he grew harder with each hip roll.

"I missed you," he dared to confess in a whisper.

"And I you," she answered in kind against his lips.

The cascade of her hips-length hair covered their faces, a curtain protecting them from a regulated and unforgiving environment that didn't leave room for tender shows of affection, even less expressing them aloud. His dick rubbed along her warm folds, yet he didn't enter her, content to enjoy the silky sensation of her swollen nether lips against his throbbing length.