A Song for the Devil

Rumors

The sound of birds chirping and castle staff beginning their morning preparations with low murmurs stirred me awake. It was the first night in so long I slept through til morning without being awoken by nightmares. I was usually sitting at my desk right now just staring at the blank paper in front of me, too afraid to sketch or write. I feared what swirled in my thoughts before and if I put ink to paper it would make the nightmares real, as real as the birds flying and chirping outside.

What had changed? Why had I been able to sleep through the night? Was it because Nobunaga had so generously helped me see what kind of pleasures there could be between two or more people? Or was it because a new dream had been revealed when I looked into his eyes and saw how unapologetically he loved me?

Nobunaga was still fighting to achieve his dream. There would be endless hours of council, and when he wasn't there he would be reading through reports and responding to letters.
For right now, I decided to shift my focus from flitting birds and servants to the rumble in his chest like the sound of thunder and lighting approaching as he lightly snored.

I moved to leave the bed but was instead restrained by a pair of incredibly muscular arms. "Stay a little longer." He kissed the words into my back between my shoulder blades.

"I need food if I'm to recover." I tried my best to sound like I was scolding him like Hideyoshi would for running in the halls, but instead sounded like I was beckoning him to me.

"Breakfast will be here soon enough and soon after there will be work to do." He started to wrap a leg around mine and pull me in even closer. I could feel him growing hungry against my lower back. "Nobu—" whined.

"You have no idea what kind of effect you've already had on me do you?" He huffed into my neck.

"I'm too exhausted this morning for more. How many times did you take me last night?" I was getting flustered.

"How many times did you give yourself to me last night." He somehow stated what should have been a question. The devil seems to have the ability to twist words to his will. Is that what he's done to me?

"May I see my husband's face? I'd like I'd like him to take more of my soul." I pouted. He loosened enough for me to turn and face him. It was a sweet kiss, something young and chaste lovers would exchange before saying goodbye. Or at least that was my intention.

Nobunaga deepened the kiss, trying to reach the core of my soul, his tongue dancing with mine. His hand was skimming down my neck, leaving trails of heat like petals on the koi pond. He his fingers found their way to my chest and he slid my robe to the side, exposing my nipple to the cool morning air that swept through the tenshu.

"Mmm, I will never tire of the way you smell." His words were hot against my ear as I had looked away when his rough hands took my breast so gingerly, as if he were holding a small bunny, holding it firm but careful not to hurt it. He began to sprinkle my skin with his lips and eyelashes as he made his way to the other breast and flick my nipple with his warm tongue. I soft moan escaped me and I could feel his smile against my breast. Just as he was pulling the peak of my breast into his mouth the door of the tenshu slid open, three servants entered carrying food and fresh clothes, along with several scrolls and letters.

"Nobu— st— stop—" I dug my hand into his hair and tried to push his face away, but he only pressed his face against me harder and bit my nipple slightly. My body responded, despite the other people in the room, and let out an aching "ahhh." The servants seemed completely unfazed as they made their way around the room setting our food out on a small table and tidying his desk.

He hummed against me and my toes curled. He finally looked up at me. "No. I will not stop. I will never stop loving you." He stroked my cheek as his beautiful, hungry, eyes peered into my soul, the one he was slowly but surely claiming over and over again.