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The time of war was intense but Masamune made it seem like a play that he starred in, his armor attention grabbing from the crescent moon upon his helmet to the detailed work on his shoulder area. The grin matched with his blue eye was a common sight as he relished in a good battle. The only scar upon him was below the eyepatch that I was so damned attractive to - along with other parts of his body - and even though he was rough, he took care of not being reckless.
No wonder that they called him the One Eyed Dragon. Nothing seemed to scare him and with his way of adapting to fight with just one eye, it did seem like he wasn't human at all.
He was like a hero. My hero, I thought to myself with a smile as the memory swept me away as I cleaned the kitchen table.
"Oh? What are you smiling about, kitten?"
I looked up in surprise, remembering that he was there helping me clean after dinner. I spent more than a year here, you would think it was the first time I saw him cook! "Oh...just a silly warlord who loves to fight is all. The way he ran with his men into battle and not behind was so terrifying."
Masamune let out an amused "Oh?" while his left eye narrowed. "Sounds like I have another rival."
I looked away from him playfully as I picked up the next set of bowls. "You do, I just might have fallen in love with him."
He walked around and embraced me, nestling his head next to my ear on purpose. "What else about him do you love, lass? His dashing good looks?"
I had to balance the bowls up in my hands as I shivered. Damn him! But also not damn him, he was too good of a man. "That's a given, but he has a peculiar way about him. The way talks draws me into his eye."
"Eye? Why not both?" Oh he knew!
I laughed, loving the little play we were going along together. "They're so blue, like the sky that seems to go on forever. If you fought him, he wouldn't give up. He seems to be so stubborn."
"Are those your famous last words?" Each voice was a growl more than the other while his arms tightened around me. I set the bowls down and turned around, my arms wrapping around his back and neck, allowing my bosom press up against his chest. With a coy look, and trying to stifle a giggle, I nodded.
With ease, he picked me up and carried me all the way to our room. He had trouble with some of the sliding doors but a maid helped him immediately without question or surprise. He didn't wait until the door was slid before he put me down on our futon, my hair and kimono fanning out like I was a gift to him. Nor could I help playing the part of a temptress, my body shifting on its own, even though it wasn't needed. He was on me immediately, his hands already undoing the obi as he lifted me up.
I lifted up my hands to caress hii cheeks. "You know what else I love about him?"
"What's that?" That sexy knowing look of his made me melt.
"How he takes me every night, one night gently and then the other roughly. Sometimes both at once since he can't decide."
"Katsura."
I giggled as he finally opened my kimono, my nipples already hardened at the peaks from both arousal and the draft. "Yes?" I knew what I was doing to him. I played with a strand of his hair, making him turn to my hand and kiss it.
"Ah, you're going to drive me crazy," he said roughly as he pushed the kimono lower to where I was aching for him. "Looks like I need to take care of this lad, don't I, lass?"
"Attacking yourself? How would you do that?" I couldn't help but laugh softly, this was getting both too funny and hot at the same time.
With a finger, he flicked against my bud and I didn't bother to hold back a moan and my legs shifting in pleasure. "By taking you in a way he couldn't imagine before." It was so sexy how he kept playing dumb about who it was.
"How?"
He pulled me up as he settled back on the futon, settling me on his groin still covered. This position made him get a great view of me, my breasts had no support while I could feel his kimono wet where I was sitting on him.
I clutched the sheets as I stared down at him, feeling him poke me through the cloth. This position made me feel so vulnerable to his gaze and I loved it. In fact, it even made me more turned on than ever, seeing him below me. Was this how he felt seeing me? It had to be. The way he stared up at me, waiting to see what I would do, sent a thrill.
I quickly made his chest bare to me, my hands and eyes greedy and he chuckled. "I knew you had claws kitten, but there's no need to be in a rush. We have all night."
"Is that a promise?" I asked wickedly as my hair tickled his bare skin while leaning down to set his length free. I settled myself on it without waiting and pushed myself down, making it enter me as quickly as I could. He jumped, a rough groan escaped him that made me wetter and hotter. I could get used to this!
He laughed as he settled me with his hands. "I said not so fast, lass." He moved his hips as I did, which made me moan out sweetly. "On second thought..."
I knew that look! "Masamune..." I wanted to get the better of him for once, so I began to move my hips slowly in a circular motion. He let out a shaky breath before moaning, realizing what I was up to.
"You're a bad kitten. ...Do that again."
"I love that you know what you want." I set my hands on his abdomen, his muscles twitching at the sudden skin contact but they could easily hold me up. I moved the same way I did, but a little rougher, and if the futon were an actual bed, the springs would be crying out more than the two of us.
"Mmn!" Not wanting to be outdone, Masamune moved his own hips while holding me down gently on my hips.
The two of us tried to make a competition of who could make who moan the loudest. "You should surrender, Masamune."
He laughed while moaning, "I don't surrender." He panted hard as I did as we continued, though I had the upper hand.
"Good, I want this to be a fair battle." I pushed myself further down on him while twisting myself to the left, hitting me exactly where I want it to go. My release came with a shuddering moan, making me realize the sweat I had ignored that my body had produced.
"What a naughty wife I have." His release filled me and ever so sweetly, he pulled me down to give me a passionate kiss that made my toes curl. We moaned against each other's lips, and of course he tried to gain the upperhand by using his tongue. He still knew my weakness there. "Katsura..."
"That's not playing fair."
We brushed noses while laughing. "Then I guess we need a rematch?"
"You did promise me the rest of the night."
His blue eye sparked with mischief and delight. The same look from before. "Then I must heed my promise." He flipped me over, his haori slipping off of his shoulders, showing off his muscles now in the moonlight. I lifted up my legs, purposely brushing his length as I wrapped my arms like earlier in the kitchen around his neck.
"Please, Masamune. Devour my everything."
Without hesitating, he kissed me hotly while throwing off his haori to the side, my moans soon filling the room as he covered every inch of my body with his mouth and hands.
It was a battle of the night that the two of us won together.