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The silk ties pulled tight on your limbs, stretching you out and exposing all of you to the raven-haired male who circled. Your wrists were tied together and anchored to the floor. Tied at the ankles and spread so wide you could begin to feel your muscles burn from the stretch. You felt the slick wetness that had pooled in your center and absently thought that it had probably begun to wet the futon beneath your naked body. Not that you cared about any of that, the only thought in your mind was for when he would finally touch you. Your only option now was to watch and wait for your lover to pleasure you. The burn in your muscles had you panting, desperate for his touch, as you writhed and moaned. Looking up at him with pleading eyes that begged him for just a single bit of contact. You knew what he wanted, he wanted to hear you beg.
“Use your words, Fireball,” he spoke huskily into your ear, ”what do you want me to do to you?”
He purred his last words to you as he withdrew again. He stood up and began to move away from you, and that was when you finally gave in. Your voice was hoarse and dripping with lust as you nearly screamed, “TOUCH ME! TOUCH ME NOBUNAGA! PLEASE, I NEED TO FEEL YOU! PLEASE!”
Chuckling darkly at your pleas, he kneeled down on the floor as he peered over you. Your eyes were nearly black from lust. Licking his lips, he reached towards your chest and circled your nipple lightly with his thumb, causing you to whimper. You locked eyes with him and began to struggle against your bindings. You needed to touch him, to feel more of him. Stopping only when he brought his other hand up to gently caress your face.
“Fireball, you must behave or else I won’t be able to give you your pleasure.”
All you could do was weakly nod in response leaning into his touch. You trusted him entirely, knowing that he had complete control over your body.
A sharp jolt ran through you as the gentle circling of your pink bud turned into harsh tugging and rolling. Moans slipping from your mouth drawn out by the pleasure that was blossoming around your breast as the hand that had been caressing your face began to move downward. He ran a fingertip down your jawline, over your jugular, down the valley of skin between your breasts before finally stopping. His hand then grasped your breast and began to knead the soft flesh. Purposefully ignoring the hard bud in the center. Soon, the neglected nipple on that breast was given a similar treatment to its twin. Causing you to throw your head and moan even louder, the sound echoing across the tenshu. He pinched, tugged, and rolled the twin buds, his smirk growing wider with every passing second as you panted and moaned from what he deemed a simple pleasure.
Without warning he removed both hands from your breasts, sliding them lower to hold your hips in place. Quickly realizing that you had been subconsciously bucking them. Straddling you now, he leaned forward and sucked the skin of your ear into his mouth before licking the shell moving downward. His tongue following the earlier trail of his finger, you shivered at the cool wetness that now resided on the skin of your neck, before moaning again as he marked you with a harsh suck to your sweet spot. Moving to bite lightly the expanse of your neck, he marked you as his and his alone. Once satisfied, he placed gentle kisses on each mark to soothe the pain that now pulsed through your neck. All before he continued his downward movement and settled between your breasts.
He stayed there nonmoving for what felt like decades before he stuck his tongue out and began to trace shapes on the sensitive skin between your fleshy mounds. His right hand released your hip and returned to the breast it had been teasing earlier. His torturous ministrations beginning once again. His tongue began to move towards the opposite breast, pressing flat against the nipple before taking it into his mouth with a harsh suck. Practically screaming you threw your head back once more as you felt the familiar slickness gush out of you and onto the futon. Hands now tugging harshly against the silk as you struggled to reach for him. The need to thread your fingers through his hair overtaking you, you had to. The bindings held and all you could do was dig your nails into your palms so harshly they almost bled.
He sucked and rolled the nipple between his teeth as if it were a piece of konpeito, his hand releasing the bud on your breast in favor of the one in between your legs. He grasped you and rubbed his thumb harshly against your clit, sending intense pleasure coursing through you as you arched your back, earning a harsh suck on your nipple and a tighter grip on your hip as he pushed you back down and held you in place. No words needed as his eyes locked onto yours, telling you with a single harsh look to behave and to not move, or he would end it right there. Biting your lip harshly, you forced your body to stop moving, knowing that he would leave you on edge. As if to emphasize his point he released your nipple with a harsh pop his eyes meeting yours as he stared down scrutinizing you, reminding you of your place.
Rotating his hand, he sank a single thick finger into you as he continued to expertly rub your clit. Moaning lightly at the intrusion, you felt your walls begin to clamp down as he began to curl it inside of you, making sure to rub at every sweet spot you had.
Soon the single digit was joined by a second, scissoring inside of you as he prepared you for him. The stretch of your inner muscles beginning to match that of the stretch of your limbs. Finally, a third finger slid inside you, stretching you deliciously as he curled all of them into your g spot.
The pleasure was intense, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly as he pumped and curled the three fingers inside of you. You felt a knot in your stomach begin to form as he worked your body harshly, feeling yourself tighten as his left hand finally released your hip to take turns tugging and rolling your nipples. You were so close, so deliciously close to the edge. You were ready to come, you could feel your orgasm approaching. Unfortunately, so could Nobunaga, he peered down at you and gave a single command “Don’t come.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to obey him, your orgasm was so close, it was right there. You knew better though, knowing that if you disobeyed there would be hell to pay. One unpermitted orgasm could result in not being allowed to come for days afterward. That or he could drive you insane with pleasure as he forced you to come over and over again until that same pleasure transitioned into pain.
He wasn’t making it easy for you either, he maintained, if not increased the pace of his fingers. The constant eye contact ensuring you could not escape his lustful gaze. All you could do was lay there, spread out for him, and take it.
Legs shaking from the effort as you forced your walls not to clamp down on him, but soon even that wasn’t enough. You were going to come soon whether either of you liked it or not, and he could tell. With one final twist of his fingers, he drove them in as deep as he could as he gave the command, “Come.”
Your mind shattered as the knot finally broke, your walls gripped his fingers harshly pulsating around him as you came. Juices flowed from you coating his entire hand as his name became a mantra on your lips as you screamed for him. He crashed his lips onto yours, muffling your cries with his mouth as he claimed it. His tongue playing with yours as he moved his mouth against you, proving once again that you belonged to him. His fingers still resided inside of you as they continued to prolong your pleasure, pushing you higher until all you could feel was the pure white-hot blinding pleasure.
He kissed you until you felt as if you would pass out, not only from the lack of air but the pleasure as well.
Slowly he brought you down from the intense pleasure, his mouth releasing yours though you were still connected by a single string of saliva that he wiped away with his clean hand. All before he brought the other up to your mouth. Tapping your lips with his fingers, you opened your mouth and felt them slide in. You began to suck on them, swirling your tongue between each individual finger as you removed your juices from them, groaning into his hand at the salty taste. Once his hand was clean, he removed it from your mouth, placing it and his other hand on your hips once again as he began to move lower.
You should have expected it, he never let you have just one orgasm. Priding himself on how well he could satisfy you before you couldn’t take it anymore, he settled in between your legs. He smirked at the still throbbing mess that was your core, as your juices clung to your thighs and backside while it continued to pour out of you pooling on the futon.
“My my konpeito, you have made quite a mess,” he teased as he trailed your labia with a fingertip, watching you twitch in anticipation, “would you like me to clean you up?”
He already knew the answer to that question, he always did. But he wanted, no needed to see how eager you were for his tongue. Still unable to form words you gazed down at the strong conqueror between your legs, watching him lick his lips in anticipation as he awaited your response. You nodded your head so fast and so hard that one might have thought you were trying to make it fall off. But that didn’t matter, he got his response.
He placed a teasing kiss on the underside of your knee, before sucking on it marking yet another area before he trailed marks up your leg. He placed a single harsh bite on your thigh and finally dove in.
He sucked harshly on your clit before lapping at your entrance. Making sure to gather and swallow as much of your juices as he could before returning his attention to the pink nub of pleasure. You screamed and twitched as he placed harsh sucks and long teasing laps at your overly sensitive clit. You began to pull at the silk on your wrists again as you felt the need to touch him consume you once more, but you ceased your movements when you felt him speak the word stop into you. You clenched on nothingness as the sound reverberated through your body, the need to be filled replaced the need to feel his hair between your fingers, and he could tell. He placed a final harsh suck on your clit causing you to screech, before tracing your entrance with his tongue and diving in. Thrusting his tongue inside of you over and over again as he twisted and curled it masterfully, sending you higher and higher into your pleasure. He collected your juices into his mouth and swallowed groaning at the taste of you. He locked his eyes with yours once more, pupils dilated as the crimson now visible only as a thin line around the black as he silently gave you his command “Come.”
He drove you insane with pleasure as you came, swallowing each and every drop you released as if he was a man in a desert drinking from the only oasis he could find for miles. You couldn’t form words as you came, only moans and cries of pleasure left your mouth as you came. When you finally calmed down he removed his mouth from you wiping his face as he admired his handiwork.
You were a twitching mess that could barely form words much less think straight, your skin had become beautifully blushed, any color in your eyes had now been replaced with lust blown black, and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you panted desperately for air.
Gazing down at your form reminded him of the pleasure that he had denied himself for so long. Hurriedly he untied his obi and let his kimono fall of his shoulders, then he untied his fundoshi and sighed briefly in relief now that his erection was unrestrained.
As coherent thought returned to you, you gazed pleadingly up at your lover as you begged him to release you from your restraints, you had to touch him, you had to, you felt as if you would die if you didn’t touch him soon and you made that point clear to him as you begged.
Understanding your need he swiftly removed the ties from your wrists, rubbing your arms soothingly in order to remove the pins and needles that arrived as a result from being tied for so long, then he placed a single smoothing kiss on the bruises that had formed around your wrists as a result of tugging so harshly.
Next, he teasingly ran a hand down each of your legs before untying your ankles and massaged the muscles of your legs in order to prevent any cramps from forming.
Finally freed from your bindings, you sighed in relief, bringing your body up slowly you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he helped you get adjusted on his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. You playfully tugged at his hair, hearing a light moan escape the warlord as he kissed your ear. His arms settled around your waist as at long last he entered you in a single fluid thrust.
Moans erupted from both of you as he began to set a harsh pace, he held your body close to his as he fucked you upward, each thrust causing your rock hard nipples to brush against his chest. You threaded your fingers into his hair and pulled harshly as he thrust even faster in response, he hit spots that no man should have been able to reach inside of you especially at such a fast pace. Soon you were moaning even louder as you came suddenly and without warning, he fucked you through your orgasm and began building up another one deep inside of you. You released his hair in favor of clutching at his back, your nails dug in harshly and left marks on him just as his mouth had left marks on you.
Then you felt his body shift as he pulled out of you and repositioned you so now you were sitting in his lap facing away from as he used his powerful legs to hold your own weak ones apart. With one hand he held tightly to your waist as if he felt that if he let go of you he would lose you forever and with his other hand he rolled your overly sensitive clit in between his fingers. He leaned into you, his mouth letting out hot and heavy gasps into your ear as he complimented and praised you like the goddess he saw you as. He watched you take all of him, watched and felt as you took all of his thick cock inside of your tight walls with every thrust. He watched as you came once again, your juices spraying all over not just your thighs but his as well. You were nearly spent and he could tell, soon the overwhelming pleasure would be too painful for you to continue.
So without letting you even come down, he thrust impossible fast and hard into you over and over again before pulling out completely once more. He laid you down on the futon and kissed you deeply as he placed your legs over his shoulders, then his large hands encompassed your own smaller ones, and he thrust into you gently.
He was no longer fucking you, he was making love to you. Each thrust dragged deliciously slow against your tight walls drawing out as much pleasure as he possibly could. He was going to make sure that you were not just satisfied sexually, he was going to make sure that you knew that just as much as you were his, he was yours. He slowly sped up his pace as he hit spots inside of you that made you see stars. He lovingly thrust into you faster and faster, before whispering his request into your ear, ”Fireball come with me.”
And with those words you both came for the last time that night, your tight velvety walls milked every ounce of cum from his cock as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you. His deep voice let out moans that drowned yours as he kissed you, your hands squeezing each other as you both rode out your highs. Pulling away from your now bruised lips he placed a loving kiss on your forehead as slowly pulled out of you. Barely conscious you whispered your love to him as he rolled off you and spooned you from behind. Using his arm as a pillow you drifted off into sleep as he pulled a discarded blanket over both of you, pressing one final kiss to your temple he gazed lovingly down at you before following you into sleep.