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When; February 25th, a continuation of this
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Takani Megumi [

foxy_physician] and Akechi Mitsuhide [

silk_in_ebony]
Summary; "You know all of me belongs to you, don't you?"
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Megumi glanced down at her obijime, trembling fingers tracing the silken cord delicately. Her haori had already been discarded, and lay on the floor in a heap; next was her obi, to be unraveled, after which was the kimono in itself . . . She drew a shuddering breath, closing her eyes.

She was nervous, yes; terribly so.

Because . . . for all her foxiness, and her wiliness, and the way in which she teased and tormented . . . she was still very much untouched.

Of course, she had come very close to losing her maidenhead in what would have been very unpleasant circumstances—Takeda Kanryu had been good at blackmail, after all, and had robbed her of several other experiences. But Takani Megumi was an intelligent woman, and knew how to somehow evade and manipulate situations even when she was held captive.

Glancing at Mitsuhide-san, she sighed softly, thankful more than ever that she had managed to escape the fate of being Kanryu’s mistress—and now, she was with someone she loved, someone who took care of her, watched over her, understood her, and loved her in return . . .

She was nervous, yes—not because of him—never because of Mitsuhide-san—but simply because she was a maiden, and like all maidens, feared what was unknown to them.

Still . . .

She proffered him a tiny smile of promise, pressing close to kiss him softly. She was sure that everything was going to be alright, because she trusted Mitsuhide-san, and knew that he was going to take care of her, and was going to make everything wonderful.

Her fingers wound around the obijime and began to unravel it from her waist.

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His reaction only inflamed her further, a soft moan spilling forth, against his hair. His shudder against her elicited one from her as well, and she couldn’t help the roll of her hips, and the rasping cry that left her lips. She kissed his ear again, hotly, before finding the junction where neck met shoulder. An open-mouthed kiss there, and she was sucking more fervently now, raising heat to the surface—she was certain that that would mark, but she couldn’t help it—learning of him with touch and taste and sensation . . .

Her hand around him resumed the tempo, stroking him steadily, watching his responses and having them build her own. It was exhilarating to be able to give him pleasure, to be able to do what he liked, and it fueled her own desire, made her yearn for him even more.

A nuzzle, and she was nudging him up with the hand upon his hair so that she could kiss his mouth, hot and gasping.

“Mitsuhide-san . . .” she breathed, needing him, needing to give to him. Another fervid kiss, and she was pressing up against him, gasping at the sliding friction of skin against skin. “I want you so much . . . touch me, take me, yours . . . Oh . . .” She broke off on a stifled whimper. “Please . . .”

Her stroking was threatening to send him over the edge, but he managed to hold back from getting that far. That did not stop the quiet moans from escaping, the soft cries of pleasure finding their way out. Panting, he shook his head a little to try and help him think more clearly.

"M...Megumi-san..." he managed between kisses.

Her pleas reached his ears and stirred him further. He needed her just as badly... he needed her so much now it was hurting. With his free hand he moved back down her body and found the insides of her legs again, stroking the skin of one side for a moment before easing her legs apart just enough... just enough. Mitsuhide was interrupted there, gasping her name as his body demanded. Heavens, it felt so, so good! Desire was flooding his system, wanting to touch more, kiss more, hear his name on her lips... feel what it would be like to be inside her, at one with her...

A shiver passed down his spine again, and he bent to kiss her again, all heat and passion and want.

"Megumi-san..." he sighed. "I know... I want you too... hold on to me, beloved... hold on to Mitsuhide..."

His hand moved now to brush over her entrance. This would be her first time... he would be getting the blessing and priviledge of being the one to take her maidenhead. But that meant there would be a moment of pain for her, and he did not like that idea. All women had to go through it, he knew, but still... well, he would just have to make sure it was worth it, that she was unable to think about it for a moment.

"Megumi-san... Megumi..."

The sound of his voice resonated in her ears, vibrating through her blood hotly until she was trembling with it—each sound of pleasure, each gasp, each breath a dash of wine upon her senses, intoxicating and sweet; she couldn’t help but cry out in response, whimper his name as her own desire spiked through her, liquid fire and light and sensation.

She heaved a shuddering breath as he eased her legs apart, a sudden burst of nervousness clenching in her gut, but she willed it away. When he claimed her lips once again with his own, another ripple of heat unfurled quickly through her veins, coaxing a tiny, muffled moan to catch in her throat and a heated response as she answered the kiss with an ardent one of her own.

It was almost a disappointment to stop exploring his reactions and his pleasure with her touch, but that disappointment faded beneath the rising anticipation of what was to come and the pulsing, surging need. Relinquishing her hold and obeying as he said, she curled both arms delicately about his shoulders, bracing herself flush against him with a trusting whisper of his name into the silk of his hair.

The brush of his hand upon the sacred niche between her thighs made her fingers clench unwittingly, made a shiver streak through her as sensation swept through her aching flesh. She buried her head into the crook of his neck, holding on tightly—readying herself.

“Mitsuhide-san,” she whispered—a bashful question, trusting acquiescence—want and need and love.

I want you so much, and I want to give you all of me . . .

"Megumi-san..." he replied soothingly, voice reassuring and loving; the answer in her name as the question had been in his. She had to be slightly nervous, but he would take care of her, no matter what. It was as simple as that. Because he loved her.

Mitsuhide carefully positioned himself, taking a deep breath, and brought his hand back up, stroking her hair for a moment before resting on it as well.

Beautiful warmth and need consumed him, but always was that thought that he had to make this a good experience for her. He would... he would take any physical pain away, make her forget it, so she could only remember the good. That was what mattered more than anything else.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear.

Prepared, and sure she was ready, his length found her entrance and he slipped inside, almost immediately gasping at the immediate sensations that poured through his body. The urge to move within her was overwhelming, but he held on, needing to be sure she was okay. Moving back his head a little, entire body trembling with his need, he kissed her desperately, passionately.

"...okay...Megumi-san?" he gasped, then biting down on his lip to distract himself until he got her answer.

Megumi bit down upon her lip, a small sound of pain warbling in her throat. She felt the telltale burn as the last remnant of her maidenhood spilt, as well as the searing stretch as her untried body accommodated him. A part of her mind knew that there would be blood later, and her hands clutched at his shoulders, holding onto him for comfort and reassurance. She took deep breaths, knowing that it would help dispel the discomfort until she could move.

Sighing as his lips found hers, his kisses rekindled the flame that had flickered dull with the pain, and she found herself kissing him back, regaining the need that had flooded her so desperately earlier.

“I love you,” she whispered in return, her voice unsteady with sensation and emotion.

“I'm . . . alright . . . just . . . hurts a little . . . M-Mitsuhide-san . . . Touch me . . . please?” she mumbled, hands trembling as she held onto him. “I need you . . .”

Experimentally, she shifted her hips against his, mouth falling open in a gasp of warring pain and pleasure.

He nodded. He knew as such would happen, the pain he'd seen in her face evident of the discomfort... but as he promised to himself earlier, he would make her forget that. Make her forget it. The pain should not last long, if he handled things right. He knew it.

"Darling..." he whispered quietly, concern and desire mixed into one in the tones of his voice. "Concentrate... on me... just... me... just the good..."

He moved as close as possible, skin against hers, kissing passionately, and began to move inside of her. Slowly... so very, very slowly, with a careful, gentle restraint. It was enough to send a flare of pleasure up through his spine, and he gasped into her mouth. Treasure her, adore her... He did, and he would. Holding his balance, he moved one elbow up so his hand could reach the top of her head and stroke her hair there. His breathing was already growing heavier in response to the feelings coursing through his body.

"Megumi-san.. just... just me..."

Megumi nodded feebly, entrusting herself to him. She listened to his voice as his words both washed over her soothingly and played along her senses, reawakening the fire that flowed within her and between them.

She quivered, body drawing taut as he began to move, hips shifting against his in inexperienced answer. A whimpered, surprised moan escaped her as sudden sensation streaked through her aching flesh—agonizing pleasure and a blaze of molten heat and desire and need. She held on to him tightly, seeking his mouth in a searing, heated kiss that conveyed all of her want, all of her trust, all of her love. The pain faded gradually beneath the warmth and the sliding rasp of flesh against flesh, and she found herself gasping for breath, clinging to him, moving tentatively in response.

“Just you,” she moaned sweetly—a shivering cry, and she was throwing her head back, biting down upon her lip beneath the overwhelming sensations. “Just you—Oh—Mitsuhide-san—” Another gasp, and she was burying her face in his neck, not wanting to let go, never wanting it to end, and yet seeking something that her body did not understand but craved and needed.

"Just me... just me... Megumi-san..."

Her own movements in reponse to his, though inexperienced, were pure poetry to him. A slight smile formed on his face before he found himself gasping, her cries stirring his own voice. Heat, fuelled by pure desire and want and love, pulsed quickly through his body. It felt so, so good. Confident that she was no longer feeling the pain, he quickened his pace a little, still slow, soft and slow and passionate, but at the level he felt best for her and himself.

"You... you're... beautiful, perfect..." he whispered, finding her neck and placing multiple kisses there. "Love, love, LOVE you~!"

The 'you' faded into a full moan, pleasure just blazing through his body. Incredible, just... incredible... it had never felt this intense before, never caused this kind of fire.

"Megumi-san..."

Her breathing quickened as the heat began to wind into a tightening coil that she had never felt before. She clung to him, the sound of his moans making her shiver, and she was gasping hotly, sweetly, crying out his name, her pleasure, her love. She wanted something that her untouched flesh did not understand, but somehow knew that Mitsuhide-san could give, and she kissed him fervidly, running her fingers through his hair, down his back, before they went about his neck.

The kisses upon her throat burned her with delicious fire from outside, just as he melted her from within, and she was moving in earnest now, writhing, struggling to keep still but not being able to help the gentle roll of her hips, the whimpering, keening cries that spilt from her lips.

“Love you!” she gasped, tossing her head back, feeling a building crescendo that she strove to catch, to follow, to plummet into. “M-Mitsuhide-san!”

He could feel himself sweating considerably now, long hair beginning to stick to his back as he moved, but he didn't care. The sheer pleasure he was feeling was all-consuming, and his utmost desire to give her that which she needed his only concern. With considerable passion he suckled the skin at her throat, breaking only to gasp when the need to became too much to resist.

"Ahhh... Megumi-SAN!" he cried out eventually, this time having to pull back from her throat.

It was building, building... the rub of his skin against hers, the feeling of being within her and moving inside of her... layer upon layer of pleasure, and he wasn't sure how long he would last. Trying to control his rapid breathing, he found her lips to kiss her again.

"Meg-!" he spluttured.

Her spine was beginning to bow beneath the pleasure, and she felt like she was tumbling, rushing towards something glorious and beautiful and all-consuming. The rasping cries and gasps that fell from her lips rose in pitch now, and she was rocking against him, tossing her head back, biting her lip, offering herself, everything, everything . . .

She kissed him passionately, her hands tracing his face, his hair, moaning into his mouth before breaking off in a cry as she teetered on an edge . . . the edge before the building, sweeping crescendo of . . .

“M-Mitsuhide-san!” It was a warbled outcry, as her thighs drew close to his hips, muscles tensing, back arching, almost there—

It was enough... her cry, her movement against him... combined with the layers of pleasure, it was inevitable that it should push him over the edge.

"Megumi-sannnnnn!"

That one, long, heated cry of her name accompanied the moment of his release, and the waves of pleasure running through his body hit cloud nine. That warm, beautiful, almost fuzzy feeling filled him completely, a form of total ecstacy filling his veins. It was a simply perfect moment. A moment anybody would wish could last eternally... but, of course, it could not.

Shaking his head as his mind came back to reality, he panted heavily, looking down at Megumi-san to check on her. The first thought that came to mind, as his thoughts cleared a little, was to check if she was okay.

"...Megumi-san? Are... you... are you... alright?" he whispered softly, take deep breaths.

Crying out his name, Megumi whimpered as her body grew taut—everything she knew teetered on an edge, and then she was clenching around him tightly, shuddering, gasping, writhing, as all the sensations coalesced and exploded into liquid fire and heat and ecstasy. She was shuddering around him, and it felt so, so good—shivers of sensation streaking through her and beneath her closed lids in a myriad of color, before everything inundated her and swept her under. Vaguely she could hear herself—the keening moan of his name, and her shaking breaths, and she was clutching him tightly, holding on to the one solid truth that held her fast as all grew soft and dark and quiet.

When she came to, she was almost stunned in the wake of it all, and everything was hazy and golden with languid bliss.

Catching her breath, she gazed at Mitsuhide-san with fathomless, glimmering eyes. She had no idea why, but tears had formed upon her lashes, and she blinked them away.

“I’m . . . alright,” she whispered softly, feebly, week with happiness and overtaken by the glow of their loving. “That was . . . wonderful,” she sighed sweetly, her voice wavering. “Thank you . . . Mitsuhide-san . . . I love you so much . . .”

She embraced him as tightly as she could, trembling.

Mitsuhide sighed, pleased, and embraced her just as tightly before laying her down and withdrawing. He kissed her lips before moving to the side, back against the bed once more. The warmth of the afterglow filled him head to toe, and he felt hazy and happy and full of sleepy joy.

"I love you too Megumi-san," he whispered, pulling her to him. "I'm glad..."

He certainly didn't feel bad at all anymore. The previous day's event seemed like a strange, distant dream. What reason would he have to do that, even cursed, when he knew love like this?

"Thank you... thanks..."

She snuggled up to him, blissful, languorous warmth suffusing her. She brushed a light, lingering kiss upon his lips before settling back down into the circle of his arms, admiring him with half-lidded eyes that shone with love and joy and contentment.

She could feel her heartbeat, and his heartbeat upon her cooling skin as she cuddled up against him. It was an affirmation of the life that they had long begun to share with one another, a life that she intended to keep living, for him, and with him, with all of her—whatever it took.

“I’m . . . so happy . . .” Megumi murmured, raising a hand to stroke his cheek lightly before closing her eyes. “Love you . . . Always . . .”

A tiny, demure yawn, and she was sliding into slumber, safe and happy in his embrace.

Everything was just perfect.

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