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"Shit,” I cursed under my breath and winced, pulling my finger back quickly. The sharp point of the sewing needle had stuck the pad of my finger, an orb of blood welling from the pinprick. Sticking my index finger into my mouth, an unpleasant metal tang washing over my tongue, I carefully looked over the fabric I was sewing. Flipping the dyed silk with my uninjured hand, I was pleased to see that my kimono project wasn’t ruined by my carelessness. Satisfied, I drew my finger from my mouth, frowning at the puncture. It didn’t look particularly deep, but the slow seep of blood didn't seem to be stopping.
Setting my sewing implements aside in their lacquer dish, I stood up from my desk and walked over towards the shelving installed along the entirely of one of the walls. My eyes ran over the contents of each of the shelves, most of the space used to display whatever decorative objects the maids decided to place in my room from Nobunaga's extensive collection. Reaching a shelf that had a pile of my own knick knacks, I rummaged around for the tin of herbal healing salve Ieyasu has given my during my first few weeks at Azuchi. Lots of jewelry, hairpins and sewing notions, but salve? Not there. I quickly scanned the remaining shelves I personally used, moving onto the little side table by my futon, but still no little tin.
“Hmm, must’ve used it all.” I murmured to myself, wrapping my finger in one of many ribbons of discarded scrap fabric littered about the room. Sliding my screen door open and then shut behind me, I walked through the main hallway of Azuchi castle, following the now familiar path towards one of the many storage rooms. The clacking of my geta echoed as I walked, smiling at the maids and vassals I passed, until I reached the wood and paper door in question. Sliding the paneled door open with a clack, I made my way through the room, eyes roving over each self in search of the stock of medical supplies. It wasn't until the very last shelf in the back of the room I came to the first aid supplies, sorted by what I assumed to be use. Dragging my finger along the shelves as I searched, I spotted the telltale tins stacked beside rolled up strips of bandage on the highest shelf, at least a foot over the top of my head. Blowing a puff of air out of my nose in slight annoyance, I stretched up to grab one of the tins, hopping up to try and reach. Even with the jumps, I was a hair too short, my fingers just grazing the cool metal.
“Need a little help, kitten?” I jolted in surprise as a deep, silky voice purred behind me, hot breath puffing against the shell of my ear. A blue sleeved arm slung casually over my shoulder, the scent of sensually warm spices and musk wafting over me, my lips curving in a smile. I turned my head and was basically nose to nose with Masamune, his mouth stretched in a mischievous grin as he leaned over me, pinning me between his body and the shelf. My heart pounded as his breath warmed my lips and I nodded, my eyes captivated by the playfulness sparkling in Masamune’s deep sapphire eye. Still grinning, he traced his hand along my outstretched arm, his chest pressing against my back, as he reached upwards to grab the container of salve.
I turned towards him as he brought the tin down, smiling brightly, “Thanks, Masamune, I couldn’t have done it without you” I said as I reached towards the jar, only to have him raise it over my head. Spurred on, I attempted to grab it, jumping up from my tip toes, fingers outstretched. Laughter rumbling in his chest, he moved the salve tin ever out of my reach, no matter how I lept and lunged.
“What’ll you give me for it, Mai?” His voice teasing, he wiggled the jar right over my face, his ocean blue eye glittering with mischief.
I pouted up at him, holding up my cloth-wrapped finger, “I hurt myself, you should be nice and just let me have it.”
“Ah, my feisty kitten hurt her paw,” His lips curved up into a sensuous smirk, his long fingers wrapping my wrist, “How about I make you feel better instead?” Drawing my hand up towards his mouth, his deep sapphire eye met mine as he gripped the scrap of fabric between his teeth and pulled it away, letting it drop from his lips once free of my finger. His tongue lapped out against the pad of my index finger, sending a needle sharp throb of heat piercing through my body. Drawing my finger into his mouth, his skilled tongue laved over my finger, alternating pressure and long draws with the flat of his tongue. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, a moan escaping my lips, as I couldn’t help but imagine how his taunting mouth would feel elsewhere. A chuckle rumbled against my hand as he released my finger from his mouth, his lips devilishly curved as he took in my face, my cheeks rosy and lips parted.
“You’re looking a little flushed there, kitten. Do you have a fever now too?” His voice husky, his hand brushed over my forehead, to cup against my cheek, “Should I take your temperature?” Drawing my face upwards, his lips brushed lightly against my forehead. “Hmm, it’s hard to tell, I think I need to check again,” he murmured, lowering his face so his lips brushed against mine, before kissing me again, harder. I kissed him back hungrily, nipping at his full lower lip. His tongue brushed against the seam of my lips and I opened for him, twining my tongue with his as our kiss became fervent. Clutching at the collar of his kimono, I pulled myself flush against his chest as our tongues continued to dance. Grazing his hands down the curves of my body, he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me even tighter against him. My blood thrummed as I felt the hard lines of his body press against the soft curves of mine, my fingers bunching tightly into the fabric of his kimono.
“Masa—” I breathed into his mouth, my skin on fire as our lips and tongues met again and again and again. His arms pressed me tightly against his body as Masamune lifted me into the air, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, my fingers lacing into his silky hair. I barely felt him set me down again, on a crate against the wall, my mind focused completely on the sweep of his tongue through my mouth, his hands roving over my body.
His mouth moved across my jawline, and down my throat, sharp nips that sent shivers of pleasure under my skin. I moaned softly when his lips pulled on the skin of my collarbone with a marking pressure. His fingers tangled into in my hair and gripped at the base of my neck, tilting my chin back. Each press of his lips against my neck, each scrape of his teeth stoked the fire under my skin. I felt his fingertips graze down my throat, slipping under the collar of my kimono. His hand slipped down my chest with an agonizing slowness, his lips returning to mine once more. I breathed a moan into Masamune’s mouth as his fingers grazed my pebbled nipple, cupping and kneading the flesh of my breast. Each touch was a frisson of pleasure through my body, the pads of his fingers playing over the sensitive bud. My lips crushed against his, muffling my cries as our tongues tangled together. He broke the kiss the same moment he pinched my nipple, the sharp shock through my heated body had me hissing against his mouth. Leaning over me, Masamune withdrew his hand from my kimono to stroke up my neck and cup my cheek. He smirked, a half quirk of his full lips that I responded to with a pout.
“Was that not enough for you, kitten?” His long fingers brushed strands of my hair behind my ear, tender if not for the heat swimming in his eye.
“You’re such a tease, Masamune.” My voice came out low and throaty, my fingers still knitted into his hair.
“But you like it.” His thumb brushed my lip, “and it’s one of my favourite things to do.”
“Don’t stop then,” His answering smile was enough to turn my core to lava.
“I won’t,” he responded with a gentle press of his lips against mine, a quick kiss before he drew his hands down my cheeks and to my neck, his thumbs stroking my skin gently, raising shivers along my throat. I held his eye, the ocean depths darkened with lust, as Masamune drew his hands along my body as he knelt in front of me, his hands coming to a stop at my ankles. Slowly, so achingly slowly, his large, graceful hands slipped under the hem of my kimono, stroking up my calves. The fabric bunched back against his forearms as his hands moved over my knees, pushing my legs open. Sliding in closer, Masamune gazed up at me, his deep sapphire eye molten as he leaned into my thigh, pressing his lips to the skin right by my knee. The softness of his lips gave way to a scrape of teeth and I inhaled sharply, electricity pulsing through my legs. His mouth moved across my leg at an excruciatingly slow pace, thoroughly exploring with his teeth, tongue and lips. As his mouth masterfully worked along my thigh, I could no longer hold back my trembling, and the warmth pooling between my legs. I knitted my fingers into his hair, trying to draw his mouth to me with a whine.
“Impatient, lass?” His breath puffed against my skin, raising gooseflesh where he had just licked.
“Yesss—,” I hissed as he pulled flesh between his teeth and sucked, leaving a burning love bite behind. He pressed a gentle kiss against the forming bruise and then moved his lips to the crease of my leg and then a featherlight touch against my sensitive folds. His tongue slipped out to taste me, lapping along my slit.
“Mmm, kitten, so wet already,” He murmured against me, each brush of his lips sent sparks of pleasure rushing through my body. “Beautiful.” His teeth gently grazed my clit and I shivered against his mouth, my fingers tightening in his silky hair. Masamune’s tongue slowly stroked upwards, punctuating each stroke with a flick to the sensitive nub. His tongue traced over every fold with a practiced understanding of where he could draw the most pleasure and where he could slowly tease me into oblivion, my body responding to each caress of his tongue. Pulling back ever so slightly, panting, eye glazed in lust, he surveyed my flushed face, hunger washing over his expression. I gazed down at Masamune, meeting his sapphire eye through my own half lidded ones, crouched between my legs, my hand twisted in his wild hair, the sight of him almost enough to drive me over the edge alone.
“Don’t stop now,” I rasped, willing him to continue his ministrations. Smirking, he hooked his hand under my knee, raising my leg up and over his shoulder, tilting my hips back. He pressed a kiss against the side of my knee and then traced his tongue along my sensitive inner thigh, drawing his mouth along the entirety of my thigh. I whined as his mouth stilled on my skin, wanting more, needing more. As if encouraged by my reaction, his long finger gracefully stroked over my soaked folds, circling the taut nub of my clit, drawing an appreciative noise from my throat. His mouth replaced his fingers at my clit, sucking gently as his tongue flicked and traced with an intensity that tightened the coil of pleasure winding in my belly. A finger slipped inside of me, and another, stretching my innermost muscles, stoking that building heat within me. His digits curled, pressing up against that intensely pleasurable spot, my free hand immediately pressing against my mouth to muffle the cries I could no longer hold back. My trembling thighs clamped down on his face, my fingers knotting tightly in his hair, my body demanding the release he teased me towards. A chuckle rumbling against my skin, his mouth and fingers worked my body into a molten frenzy, no longer drawing anything out, pulling my body closer and closer to the edge of my pleasure.
My orgasm tore through my body with a final curl of his fingers and pull of his mouth, my hand barely muffling the cries his tongue coaxed from me. Withdrawing his fingers, his arm tightened around my thigh to hold me in place as I bucked through the waves of my release, pressing his mouth against my sex as if to not miss a single drop of honey. Pressing a gentle kiss against me as the last pulses of my orgasm faded, Masamune leaned back on his heels, gazing up into my bleary eyes. My hand slipped from his hair to his cheek, my thumb rubbing gently. “Masa—”
The supply room’s door slid open with a soft clack as a gentle voice called out, my stomach immediately dropping. “Lord Masamune? Are you in here? Lord Hideyoshi has been looking for you.”
“It’s Mitsunari!” I hissed at Masamune with a grimace as the fog of my post-orgasmic bliss immediately cleared. Oh, god, Mai, this is the last thing poor, innocent Mitsunari needs to walk in on!
“Yeah, lad, I’m in here.” He looked up at me from between my legs as he wiped his mouth with his kimono sleeve, his lips stretched in an absolutely shit-eating grin. Standing up, he called out to Mitsunari again, “The lass hurt herself in a very intimate place, so she asked for some help treating it.”
“Oh, does Lady Mai need me to get Lord Ieyasu? He’s so very good at medicine. Or maybe I can help instead?” Mitsunari’s voice sounded sweetly concerned as I heard him take a couple steps into the supply room.
“Nope, nope, definitely not. We’re totally fine! Got it covered. No need for Ieyasu to come by either,” I blurted out, trying to stop him from moving further into the room, my flushed face darkening several shades of red. I hastily folded my kimono back over my bared thighs as I glared up at Masamune, who had the sense to hold in his laughter.
“Tell Hideyoshi I’ll come by later, alright, lad?” Masamune called out, his hand gently ruffling my hair, “I’ll make sure Mai gets fully treated.”
“Yes, Lord Masamune, I will go and tell him!” Mitsunari called out cheerfully, “I hope you feel better soon, Lady Mai.” The door closed and Mitsunari’s footsteps faded as he walked in the direction of Hideyoshi’s manor.
All the nervous tension left my body with the fading footsteps and I clutched my burning face in my hands, “That was was too close,” I peered up at Masamune between my fingers, who was taking our close call with the utmost nonchalance, “Let’s find a place with less chance of interruptions next time?”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Masamune’s voice rumbled deeply as he leaned over me, lifting me easily into his arms, his eye blinking with an emphasis I could only assume was meant to be a wink, “How about we finish this up in my room, kitten?”