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Kyojuro Rengoku is a very good teacher, teaching at Kimestu No Yaiba University, while his wife is a stay at home mom.

One day Kyojuro invites his wife, y/n, to his work. For all his lectures as for once they had hired a babysitter. When you arrive into your husband's work, all the students stop and stare. His wife, 5 minutes early, walks to his classroom.

Arriving to his classroom, Kyojuro smiles and walks to his wife and kisses her. "How are you, my love?" Y/n smiled at him, "I'm doing well, thank you darling."

Making her way towards one of the middle seats, she sits down and watches her husband greet the kids as they enter. Some of them walking past her, mumbling words like 'she's so beautiful' or 'damn she's so thick'. Kyojuro noticing these remarks because of his good hearing, makes a mental note to write everything down, their name and comment all after the lecture and test.

Hearing the comments progress, Kyojuro ends up writing them down on a peice of paper as he teaches, some being 'id bend her over this desk right now' or 'damn I'd grab her hair and make her take this cock' as vile as they made it out to be Kyojuro still made notes of these on his peice of paper. Looking at his half asleep wife, he smiles again, continuing his lecture and notes.

Almost done with his class, he had half a page, full of things the students had said. His wife fully asleep now, he had hearts in his eyes, with y/n not being able to sleep, due the kids, she would tend to fall asleep anywhere. When she decided to come to his work, and hire a babysitter, she finally could get some sleep.

The two sayings, that stuck out and he had liked the most was 'bro I'd take her home, but we'd get halfway there, before I'd pull over and fuck her' and 'I'd finger her under this desk right now, if she was next to me'.

When the school day was about to end, he caught one of his students talking to his wife, but what caught his attention was one student walking past him, mumbling, 'If that was my girl, I wouldn't let anyone flirt with her'.

About 30 minutes after everyone left. Kyojuro walked up to his wife and wrapped his hands around his wife. "Your very beautiful, my love" He said while tracing his fingers against her lower belly. Y/n letting out a 'mhm.

"Listen to me baby, and listen now." "Yea, is there something you need" not responding lowers his hand under her skirt and over her underwear. "Let me hear you whimper, Love." Kyojuro whispered into her ears, sending shivers down her spine to her core.

Circling his fingers around her clothed clit, making her whimper, she squeezes her legs together. "Kyo, please" Seeing her in the state she's in made him turn on even more. Kyojuro grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. During that time something hard pressed right above her butt, making her gasp, taking this as an invitation, Kyojuro decided to kiss her.

Making out at this point, he then slipped his finger under her underwear and was now messing with her clit. "Your wet and all for me." Kyojuro said with a smirk. Painfully slow, Kyojuro rubbed a orgasm onto her.

Moaning she rubbed her legs together and held onto Kyojuro's arms that held her up. Kyojuro walking her back to his desk, while removing his hand denying her an orgasm making her whine, as he slowly pulled down her skirt.

"Lets me see what I've been craving, darling" Kyojuro said smirking. Grabbing y/n's hips and setting her on the desk. Pulling of the rest of her skirt and seeing her glistening panties, had his pants feeling tighter.

Pushing his tongue against y/n's soaked panties, he hums in delight. Rubbing his tongue on her panties for a little longer, y/n whines. Slowly Kyojuro pulled her panties off.

Licking a stripe up her clit, y/n trembled. Kyojuro then slowly licked circles on her. Grabbing his hair, y/n pulled his face closer to her core. Shoving his tongue into her pussy, Kyojuro had made her grip on his hair ever so slightly stronger.

Giving up on eating her out, he stood up. "Kyo, I was about t-" Stoping her sentence was Kyojuro shoving his dick into her. He stopped when his length was fully in, to make sure y/n was okay and good. "Are you alright my love?"

Breathing heavy she buckled into him giving him the sign she was indeed alright. Moving at a slow pace he set the tone for love making, but was taken back when y/n's legs wrapped around him and pushed him deeper and a tiny bit faster.

"Please Kyo, I need you" This set him off as he then grabbed her legs and put her into a mating press. Looking down at the squelching noice and skin slapping, Kyojuro went more faster leading y/n to her first orgasm.

Y/n's legs shaking on the desk from the position and Kyojuro ramming into her, panting and moaning into Kyojuro's neck. "It's alright, darling I'm almost there, can you endure one more orgasm"

Her legs tensed as she was about to cum, Kyojuro's thrusts becoming sloppy. "Oh, Kyo, Kyo" "Cum with me darling" As he said that she cummed and right after, he released too.

"Lets get you cleaned up, my love" He looked in the drawer and found cleansing wipes for skin. "I like to be clean after classes" He said while cleaning y/n.

While they walked out of the school, with Kyojuro helping y/n. They got into the car and started to drive away after getting ready. Driving for awhile he put his hand on her thigh.

Slowly he made his way to her clothed cunt, pushing her panties aside he inserted two fingers. Shutting her eyes and moaning, she crossed her legs and bucked in to his fingers. "Spread your legs, my love" Y/n did as she was told. Kyojuro then pushed his thumb onto y/n's clit, rubbing slow, soft circles.

Feeling frustrated again, he pulled the car over, he stopped fingering her. Instead he got out of the car and went to the back seats and sat her on his lap and kissed along her jaw line, "Kyo- we just did it in the classroom." He shrugged and kissed down to her visible cleavage. Hiking up her skirt and pulling out his dick, he slid it against her wet folds. Slowly entering into her already sensitive womanhood, and starts thrusting. Moaning his name, she grabs his hair, making him grunt against her neck.

Feeling her around his cock, had him folded. Still grunting into her neck, he looks up and see's the most beautiful scene ever. His wife bouncing on his cock, shirt scrunched up above her breast, and her skirt halfway off, makes him bust in her almost immediately. "Sorry my love, I just couldn't handle such a beautiful sight. I'll make it up at home."

The very next day, when Kyojuro had come into the classroom for every kid that had made a comment he put on their test a written note, along with extra work. "Thank you for the suggestions about my wife, I really enjoyed them, she did too. Enjoy 2 extra packets worth of work. All due next Monday. Good luck."

Love you! <33

for @nope-i-dont-think-i-will

So I had an idea for a one-shot/drabble

Yandere! Shinjuro x Nanny! Reader

Basically, you've been the live in nanny for the Rengoku family ever since Ruka passed and Shinjuro notices how motherly you are towards Kyojuro and Senjuro. So logically, he guilt trips and blackmails you into marrying him.

Yandere! Shinjuro x Nanny! Fem! Reader

18+

Sfw Warnings: Wholesome Kyojuro and Senjuro... that's it

Nsfw Warnings: Yandere, TW Non-con, Peer pressure, Coercion, Forced drinking, Drunk Sex, Non-consensual touching, Vaginal Sex, Breeding kink, Creampie, Cockwarming, Forced Pregnancy, Blackmail, Manipulation, Toxic, technically cheating bc reader is engaged ig, Time period sexism and gender roles

Im going to hell for writing this lol :P IM NOT WRITING A PART 2 SO DONT EVEN ASK

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"Boys! Be careful now!" you called out to the two children as the eldest chased the youngest. Kyojuro looked back at you and let out a boyish laugh, his brother beaming at him and mimicking it. You could see the gaps in the younger's smile where his baby teeth had fallen out (some probably knocked out with how roughly the eldest played with him.) They resumed the chase through the garden, dodging the bordering florals so as to not damage them. Their past mother's sacred roses.

You clicked your tongue but couldn't help but chuckle at their innocent excitement, looking forward to the day that you'd raise your own little bundles of joy. Raising these one's was a privilege but a true gift such as genuine motherhood was one not tied by payment.

Your hands pet through the cottoned fabric as you wrung it out of all liquid and clipped it to the wire to dry. It was easier to complete these chores while the youngers were occupied and distracted than to give them the opportunity to divert your focus. Such energetic children required your constant call and attention. Although, they were being more tame today than they had the previous, likely due to the intimidating presence of their father, who was set reading on the porch. Presence. Not watch. He gave them no inspection.

No, that privilege was preserved for you, who felt the said man's eyes keep on you at all times. His form was faced toward his offspring, but you could sense his gaze linger at the corner of his eye, focusing on you. Seeing you. Minding you. Observing you. As he always did. You thought the strange action out of superstition - a former Hashira was bound to be distrustful, even of you, who'd been working under his careful watch since the passing of his former wife. Although, the glances had never been so concentrated nor malevolent as they had as of now. Like you'd been a cause of distress for him. You guessed the reason to be of a more recent event.

You'd told him of your engagement a mere few days ago.

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"Engagement?" Lord Rengoku asked, a more somber tone in his voice than questioning. You nodded.

"Yes sir - to be married," you clarified, "I thought to tell you as this may affect my work schedule in the near future... I was thinking perhaps another maid could fill in if that were to be the case?"

He laggardly hummed, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. You took his disinterest to be of just that. Disinterest.

You failed to see his hand clutch the pages in his hand tensely, hidden by your view of his back.

You were wrong.

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The sun slowly dripped in the sky at a distance, and you noted in the back of your mind that there would only be a couple more hours until you had to take the clothes down. And give those filthy boys a bath, those rascals.

"(L/n)."

You barely heard the soft call. If the wind had picked up even a second before it had, you wouldn't have heard him. You turned to see him raise his cup in your direction, his intention obvious. You hid the twitch in your eye and sighed. Filling his drink was something that would have been a minimal task on his part but a chore on yours, being you had to leave your current post to go tend to his. He'd been needier lately, constantly calling on you to do the most mundane of tasks for him. Putting his novel away, filling his plate, closing his door. It was as if he'd wanted your attention every waking moment and hid it with these trivial objectives. He'd also tried to get you to start up his bath the other night. He'd had a strange look in his eye as he requested you to do so, and it'd made you uneasy, but luckily, you'd had the excuse of having to set up his children's, so he left you alone. Having grown up in a town occupied by mostly elder individuals, you wondered if perhaps he was getting lonely with age, even if his years were only a decade or so to yours.

You went to him quickly, a light jog in your step, and brought him the pitcher of what was thankfully just rice water. After some annoying persistence on your part, the man had dwindled down to only the occasion glass of sake. He wouldn't admit it, but you were certain his mood had improved due to change, and his energy was increased. But that also meant a rise in his destitution.

"Here you are, sir," you announced as you poured the nearly transparent juice into his cup, "Will that be all?"

His gaze was fixated on the playing infants outside, running and jumping and playing. He took a long drawl of his beverage before he replied.

"Your husband," he began, "What is the nature of your union?"

Fiancé, you wanted to correct. He was your fiancé, not husband. The incorrect termage worried you not due to the lack of accuracy, but because of the malicious way with which he coined it. Like it disgusted him.

"Nature?" you asked, confused. It was a weird question, uncalled for, and certainly not one of an employer to ask his employee.

"The purpose."

"Oh. To simply be married... I suppose. I'm to turn twenty-five soon, so it'd be best for us to wed as soon as possible."

For a woman of your lower class, it was unusual to be so old and untaken. Your mother had been three-quarters your age when she'd had you. Your fiancé was younger than you himself, by four years. You'd been his babysitter when you were both younger, and he said he'd been waiting for the chance to propose ever since. Such talk would make any woman swoon. That's what you told yourself, at least.

"So it's not a matter of money?" he questioned and his eyes focused in on his boys. You thought for a moment, taken aback by his brashness at suggesting such a thing, as if you were being forced to marry out of poverty.

"Well, not directly. The extra wealth would be beneficial, but it's not the cause, if that is what you infer." You let out a deep breath, praying the conversation to be over. With others, you'd been elated to discuss you future life, but with Shinjuro, he was far too prying and cynical. While his negativity had decreased tremendously over the time you'd been here, when it came to your life outside of this place, there was always something bad to say. Your family was backward and plain, and your town undecorated. Any talk of your previous living was met with eyes rolling and a scoff. You had two theories for his disapproval.

One, being your more hopeful assumption, was that the man was so closeminded to his own activities that he couldn't fathom a life outside his own preferences.

And the other, far more unnerving, was that any existence that wasn't coupled with his own he deemed unnecessary and wrong. While you hadn't wanted to assume this of him, a man of great caliber such as himself, to be so envious, his controlling nature that you'd witness first-hand made it hard not to. He was possessive. So much so that you felt he was fighting for your attentiveness as much as his children were.

It was odd, being that you had been hired only to cater to the young ones, that was the deal. Lord Rengoku had made a big fuss about not wanting to even hear a sound out of you during the day, ordering that your only purpose was to keep the boys quiet. Such was an obstacle with two energetic males, but you'd managed nicely. Growing up the oldest of five had educated you on how to properly raise a child. You think the lack interaction was what encouraged him to come out of his shell, not having to deal with the one's he deemed 'annoying.' Perhaps he'd missed the socializing. And look at him now, sober and attentive. He'd even took Kyojuro training the other week when the boy had asked.

But that was only after you'd spent the entire evening tending to the man, serving him food, cleaning his room, and engaging in his small talk. That was his currency, attention for attention. And you had no doubt that if you hadn't given him some form of regard, he would've told his kin to piss off. But you could deal with the exchange, you could deal with caring for him as you did his sons. You'd have to do the same for your husband and children one day anyway, so you didn't mind the practice.

But now, he seemed insatiable. And you didn't look forward to telling him you could no longer live in his estate after the wedding either.

"And what of his nobility?" he grilled.

What of it? - was what you had wanted to say, but you knew better than to give lip to your superior.

"He is a commoner and a merchant. Although, I think he may have an uncle on his mother's side who is a scholar-"

He scoffed and took another drink from his cup. The liquid was dwindling so you refilled it while trying to maintain a fake composure.

"May I ask your interest on the matter, sir?" It was only fair since he'd taken time out of your day only to judge you.

Shinjuro finally looked over at you, his mouth opening to answer.

"I-"

"M-miss (l/n)! Kyojuro scraped his kn-nee!" called a bawling, fickle voice. You whipped over to see a teary-eyed Senjuro pointing at the accused, who was rubbing at the wound and wincing.

"It's not that bad, Sen," assured the older of the two. You quickly sprinted over to take a look at it. Yes, it was just a scratch, but it still needed to be cleaned. The sky was getting dark anyway, and the clothes were surely dried by now.

"It's nearly time for bed anyway boys. Let's get you inside to eat and then a bath, alright?" They both nodded, and you wiped away the tears on Senjuro's cheeks and kissed his forehead.

You didn't see the clench in Shinjuro's jaw. Nor could you imagine his blinding rage, thinking of you tending to any child that was not his own. The cup in his hand shattered.

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"Aaaaaand done!" you exclaimed, giving Senjuro's head one last shake with the towel, and he squealed. Kyojuro was already dryed and sat on a stool by the tub, still picking at the wrapping around his knee. You gently smacked his hand away and tutted at him.

You groaned and stretched out your exhausted back. "Alright boys, off to bed. If I hear any giggling, there will be no snack time tomorrow," you warned. They both gasped and vowed their good behavior. They'd never acted up before, but a good threat of punishment never hurt.

Now onto your other duties of the night, more laundry. You ambled down the hallway to damn near the opposite side of the estate where you kept the clothing. You had to hide it away in there or the boys would roll in the warm clothes and make a "fuzzy pile." You remembered how furious Shinjuro acted when it first happened, but you knew deep down he thought it was adorable. It was these small moments of humanity that made your efforts feel worth it.

The clothes you'd hung today were still a bit damp but you could hang them tomorrow as well. For now you folded the dried into their sections so you could put them away on the morrow as well. You'd do it now but you didn't wanted to disturb the children. Or Shinjuro.

Now onto the more delicate clothing. These you had to hang more carefully and needed a more tender drying process. You began spreading them out onto the drying rack.

A breeze hit your neck and your hair stuck up. You reached back a hand to soothe the area and your instinctual curiosity got the best of you as you looked back, eyes flying open.

"Lord Rengoku!" You gasped and scrambled back from how close he was. He must've snuck up on you, as you hadn't heard a thing, and you weren't sure how long he'd been standing there, staring at you with that strange look again.

"My apologies, sir. I hadn't heard you come in," you sorried, even though it should have been him apologizing since he was the one who scared you.

His eyes hooded over, and you looked down in submission, seeing how his robe was hanging open at the chest and revealing his fit chest and abdominals. It amazed you how his body managed to stay in such peaked shape with his depressive lifestyle. If he didn't give off such an unpleasant energy, you would've found him quite attractive.

"I require your assistance," he muttered, turning heel and walking out before you could inquire more. You looked hopelessly at the pile of clothes you had left to sort and prayed whatever he needed wouldn't take long. Creased fabric made the boys fussy. By the time you had made it to his room, he was already set down and facing the opened doors to the outside, bottle of liquor in hand. You gave a worried look, hoping for some kind of explanation that wouldn't result in him breaking sobriety.

He glanced back from his view of the night sky and saw your fearful look.

"Relax," he mumbled, "I'm not drinking." You sighed and rubbed your sweaty palms down the front of your yukata. The last thing you wanted to deal with at this time of night was a drunk and angry Shinjuro. He sneered at your naïve relief.

"At least not alone." He conjured up two mugs and set them down beside him. "Sit," he commanded. You bit your tongue and did as he said, taking your place next to him and the cups. He filled each one to the top with a reddish-brown liquid and took one in hand.

"Sir, I don't think this is appropriate, nor should you be doing this right now," you damn near pleaded. Drinking was not something you'd had the opportunity to do in excess before, being burdened with responsibility at all times of the day for as long as you could remember. Nor did you want to test your tolerance in front of your lord.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, lazy and uncaring as he took a swig. "If you don't drink it I will. Would you rather have that?" The threat in his words was clear, and as obvious as it was that he was pressuring you, your obedience training urged you to listen to your master and play along, but the feeling in your gut said otherwise.

"B-but-"

"You will do as you're told." The finality of his voice made you cringe and obey, picking up the chalice with a trembling hand and bringing it to your quivering lips. You hesitantly tipped it back, letting the wine seep into your mouth. It was bitter yet sweet, the burn immediately hitting your throat and making you sweat. Heat spread down your lungs and pooled in your belly. Before you knew it, half the cup was gone. He finally looked away, appeased with your compliance.

"Tell me about your family." Shinjuro stated, not a worry in his voice that you wouldn't do it when your master had told you to. You were upset that he was right, that you wouldn't dare deny him, upset that he had that control over you.

You cleared your throat and spoke. "W-well, I've talked about them before. My father is a tailor and I have four siblings..." Four right? Yes, four. Why was it getting hard to remember that? "What would y-you like to know?"

He set his drink down in between you and licked his lips. Your eyes followed his tongue.

"You are the eldest, correct?" he asked softly.

You nodded slowly, vision a little shifty.

"So you know how to care for children." It was less a question and more of statement, and you nodded again.

"Well, I wouldn't work here if I didn't," you joked and scrunched your nose in distaste with yourself. Joking bad. Don't joke with your boss. Bad. Stop drinking. Stop drinking. But you didn't. You swallowed the last of the booze and when you put it down, he promptly refilled it back to the top.

You were surprised to hear him give a light chuckle to your witicism and had actually thought you'd imagined it until you saw his shoulders lightly bouncing.

"No, no I suppose you wouldn't. How about infants?"

Another gulp of liquor ran down your throat and you wiped your mouth.

"Yyyesss," you coughed to gather yourself, "I c-can do babies, they'rre easier a-actually." Your words slurred a bit as you spoke, and you could feel your muscles relax. But your slowed brain prevented you from caring too much about your fragile state, and you took another drink. The strong taste it was more subtle now, somewhat pleasant.

"So if you have a newborn, you would be able to nurture it?" He shifted, and you thought he got closer but you weren't sure. You didn't remember where he was before. And why was he talking about you having babies all of a sudden? He was so odd sometimes.

"Y-yeah, but, ha, I'm not gonna have to take care of a baaaby for a loooong time." You stammered out. Shinjuro's smile dropped, and he said nothing. Did you do something wrong? Oh god, it was hard to think.

Another empty cup. Another refill.

But his cup was pretty full. Nearly full, you noticed. In fact, you couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a drink. But then again, your vision was getting pretty blurry. The tips of his blond hair were mixing with the red in a weird orange color that had you nearly giggling. It was hilarious, and you couldn't begin to explain why.

You took a sip and brushed your hair away from your heated face.

"Heyy, Why're you 'nterested 'n b-babies all of a s'dden, anyway?" you said with a teasing smile and leaned toward him, nearly falling. "Are you expecting 'nother?" His gaze drifted off of you from the corner of his eye and back to the deep sky above. And for the first time since you could remember, you saw him finally take a drink of his liquor. Shinjuro said nothing.

You looked away, confused, uneasy, a bit nauseous. Whatever the Lord had given you was far too strong, especially for a beginner such as yourself. Hands pushing weakly on the tatami floor, you attempted to get up.

"'M g-gonnna goo..." A large hand wrapped around your wrist, tight and restricting. Suffocating.

"Stay."

His words echoed in your brain like waves in a seashell, but in no way relaxing. A fear nagged at the back of your mind, beckoning you to disobey and take your leave. But like strings on a puppet, he lured you back down from the few measly inches you had risen, and brought you what seemed to be even closer to him. Was he always this close? No. You were damn near blacked out, but you at least knew that somehow, you'd grown closer.

Shinjuro's breath tickled your face, and you could smell what little alcohol he consumed, deeply contrasting the bottle he'd made you down. Your vision was clouded and blurred, the man before you appearing as a flurry of burning flame, red and yellow. Bloody gold. Your stupid mind pieced together the picture of a bright fire, but not warm or safe. Scorching and dangerous, like the flickers of fire were to swallow you whole and leave nothing but shards of bone and decay. But you were cold, freezing, longing for some form of warmth that would burn away the longing in your chest, your want for something that wasn't so planned and boring in your simply-lead life that you'd come to hate in your drunken state. And for some reason, his proximity was helping you. Was he always so searing? and hot?

You felt it on your hands. You felt it in your lungs. You felt it on your lips. Your lips that you didn't quite remember being devoured by his own hungry mouth as your thoughts failed to make an appearance. Your reaction was torn from you, manifesting into a weak attempt at voicing your bewilderment, only allow his tongue an opening to impale your throat. Tastebuds burned to nothing from the thick poison you'd been coerced into, his flavor was indistinguishable, possibly bearing the memory of what could've very well been ash from his last cigar and the sweetness from the liquor. The short hairs of his scruff scratched at your chin like tree bark.

You felt consumed, a weak prey that could only manage to gnaw at the maw of your predator that was claiming every inch of your throat. Your trembling hands somehow found their way to his scalp as you grasped and pulled at the locks, surprised at their messy softness, and you sighed. It was like you were kissing bare magma.

A liquid knocked at the back of your throat, begging you to let in it, and so you did, forgetting how to keep your throat closed with how much the world was spinning. And as the gulp of mixed saliva dropped down into your stomach, a recognition sparking inside your head that a part of him was now inside you, and you began to wake up.

You hastily pulled away from him, his tongue left hanging lonely and dripping after you'd confiscated your own from it, and you took in deep heaves of air.

You hiccuped, "W-wa-wai-t-"

Shinjuro grabbed at the hinge of your jaw, pinching your burning cheeks together and bringing you back toward him. Firm but not bruising. Possessive.

"Do as I say. You-"

His teeth bared, like he was going to rip you apart.

"You're mine."

You were relieved to finally feel a surge of fear course though your bones, your sobriety perking up and gifting you with that familiar stone-cold clarity that plagued you always. Leave. Leaveleaveleaveleaveleave. But you didn't. And you couldn't tell if it was by your choice or not.

He pulled your pliable form over into his lap, and as you settled, you only just now realized just how much bigger he was compared to you. Bigger, and stronger. And it was up to him whether you were safe or not, because in the end it was Shinjuro's choice. His choice. His choice. His choice. And it was his choice to start kissing you again and roam your body with greedy claws. He seemed to be on you all at once, tongue in your mouth and hands violating your every curve through your dress. Some part of you was embarrassed, but another was grateful for the added heat that accompanied his feverish flesh. You, pitiful you, was a mess, saliva dripping down your neck and hair disheveled. You couldn't control the little noises that escaped you as his palms kneaded at your breasts and tugged down the folds of cloth until your plump bosom pooled over it, exposed.

You were vibrating. Or you think you were. You were moving somehow, back and forth, back and forth. To and fro in his lap. Warmth invaded your belly, but this time it wasn't just from booze or touch, this felt lower, and inside you. And whatever solid bulge you were being rubbed on felt amazing. His lips slipped from your swollen ones, venturing down along your jaw to the slope of your neck. At first it tickled, and your slow muscles twitched at the strange sensation, but then it bloomed into a sweltering pleasure that had you whimpering. The man sucked your pulse into his mouth, tasting your heartbeat and leaving it bruised and raw. Was something so dangerous supposed to feel like this? Was being eaten alive and torn to pieces supposed to make you shudder and whine like a whore? Old maids tales told you it was, but this seemed wrong. Undeserved. On both your parts.

His head was between your breasts now, the heat between your legs continuing to build as he bounced you in his lap like a rag doll and groaned into your flushed skin. You weakly pushed at his face, the pressure amounting to practically nothing as he hadn't moved even an inch. Did it really matter what you had to say?

"Y-yoou c-can't gooo th-therrre - ah!" you cried.

Apparently it didn't as he took your rebellious wrist into his hand and held it away from its distracting post, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. It didn't make sense. It didn't make any sense why something like this felt so good. Despicable, but good. Like you would go to hell for enjoying. Hot and avid and wet. The heat radiated through the rest of your body right through your teat that was being nursed into his awaiting mouth. You mewled and pulled at his locks, unsure if you wanted him away or closer. Oh, how you so wished your mind would just choose one.

Shinjuro pulled off with a pop, pinching at the other bud and panting. "These need milk." Your hips were pulled down harder against his lap, more pressure building against your deprived center. Oh god. Something familiar and tight was collecting in your belly with each rock into his erection that teased your clitoris just right. But just when the pleasure was about to melt your bones, he pulled you off completely.

He set you down onto the floor. Maybe he'd meant to do it gently, but your hobble body made a harsh impact regardless, your head throbbing and aching with the collision. Your writhing was ceased by a strong force against your chest, a hand that held you down as another crept up the skirt of your dress. With one curled digit, your underwear was torn down your slickened thighs. You could feel the fabric cling to your skin as it was taken away, stinking like it was held by glue. You wished it was. Because by then you had grasped what the de-clothing was leading up to and came to the realization that you hadn't meant for it to come this far. But you could turn back now, you could stop this. You just had to - you rolled over and clawed away at the wood - get away.

You crawled towards the open door to the outside, staring longingly at the blurry sky and praying your skirt behind pushed up to your waist was just your imagination.

"N-n-nooo... w-w-we c-cannn't - I, p-please," you garbled with pleading words. Your ears rung when you heard his uncaring grumble.

Two hands wrapped around your ankles dragged you back to the man, the claws then sliding up to lift your hips. There it was. The embarrassment. The recognition that the intimacy of you was on full display in front of a man that aimed to ruin you. And, most shameful of all, was how wet you were. How eager your core had been to be touched and rubbed and played with. And that was what he was doing - playing with it. Two fingers parting your nether lips and petting through your slit in teasing swipes that had you shaking. Shinjuro watched you with hungry eyes as your body keened for him, and he wound messy circles around your bundle of nerves to keep it that way.

Were these your sounds? These wanton whines and cries that echoed in your head? You'd never made these sounds before, not alone. But now it was a symphony of moans that left your babbling lips that drooled onto the tatami floor. You wished his caress would be rougher so it wouldn't feel so good, but his fingers held their feathering touch and motions, pleasant and painfully gentle. The tightness in your core returned, stronger than before and more desperate, and you squirmed to get more petting.

"~~~t."

He said something, but you didn't hear, your head too jumbled up from drunkenness on alcohol and carnal bliss. His fingers worked faster on your sensitive clit and made you gain some semblance of clarity.

"Say it."

Say what? What was he saying...

"Say I own you. Say you're mine. Say it."

A tear fell down you cheek and you bit your tongue. You didn't want to. It wasn't true. His maneuvers around your clit dimmed to a stop and you whined as your peak slipped away yet again.

"Say it," he traced your sopping entrance, "and I'll help you. Say it, woman."

You humped his hand and whimpered. "I-I-I'm... y-yours." You heard him hum in approval behind you, and he picked up his pace around your sex. "What else?" he demanded.

"Y-you... own m-me."

Faster. Faster. Faster. He smiled.

"Good girl. My girl."

You came with a gasp, thighs clamping around his still moving hand. He maintained the precise motions as you rode out your high, more tears dripping down your face. At least your climax gave you a brief moment of peace from all the shame, even as it delved into overstimulation.

Finally he pulled away, his digits drenched in your juices that he quickly lavished with his tongue while you were still recovering. You were tired, and aching from all the moisture you'd lost. It didn't help that the alcohol was starting to wear off, and your oppressive thoughts were coming back. As was your anxieties. But that all came to a halt when there was a shuffle behind you and suddenly a thick rod of flesh slapped against your heat. You weakly writhed again, trying to get away, but he held you still with a hand wrapped into your scalp of (h/c) hair. Your hips swayed as you reached back to pull his hand away, and his cock throbbed between your legs. He tightened his grasp on your locks and gave your head a firm shake.

"Stop," he growled, voice tense and agitated. Your shoulders shook as a sob was wrenched from your body, but you did as your were told and laid back down onto the floor, ass propped up in their air, presented to him. He let go of your hair after a few moments of quiet obedience and pulled away from you, his cock sliding out from your legs and dragging across your clit. You bit your lip to stifle your whine.

You heard a spitting and slapping noise coming from him, likely the result of him pumping himself, and Shinjuro let out a soft groan. A sultry sound you'd never expected to hear from him, and for some hellish reason, it made your insides flutter in emptiness. You wanted to die.

He sighed. "Spread yourself open for me." Your fists clenched and face burned. Your throat made a strangled noise as if to communicate your refusal that you were too afraid to actually voice. He snarled.

"Do it." He was growing tired of your unwillingness to cooperate. Even if you hadn't been intoxicated, he knew you would've made this difficult and dragged it out for longer than it needed to be. Well, longer than this part needed to be. He planned to be on you for the rest of the night and long into tomorrow, after all.

You reached a shaking hand between your legs to pry at your lips, spreading them apart as he requested and revealing your delicate and dripping entrance. Shinjuro cursed lowly and came closer, pressing the thick, leaking head into your opening. Your breath hitched and fears skyrocketed. It was going to hurt, you knew that just from logic itself. Pressing his hips forward, his length slid through your labia and across your clit. Once. Twice. He gave laggard passings between your fingers that allowed you to feel just how massive he was. "Fuck," he cursed, "I love you." Your eyes widened.

And that was all the warning he gave before delving into your walls, fat flesh stretching out your virgin walls with a burning sensation. Your hand fell away from your sex to claw at the floor, scratching and slapping at the wood. It hurt. It burned. You gargled and cried, like you were being strangled to death. The feeling wasn't what was torturing you. It was the fact that he was taking something from you that you couldn't get back.

You hardly noticed when his pelvis met yours when you were howling like a wounded animal, dramatic and loud, guts full beyond belief. Shinjuro carassed a hand down your side and shushed you.

"Hush, the boys... you wouldn't want to wake them would you?" He whispered with sickeningly sweet tone, as if he were genuinely concerned. Liar.

You suddenly stilled and tensed, bile rising in your throat at the thought of them seeing... this. He had the same train of thought and was obviously not worried in the slightest, but he could play the part.

"No, no, they would be scared, right? So keep quiet - for their sake, dear." He leaned over you, his chest pressing over your back, and delved a hand under your bodies to toy with your clit again. And you let him. Because there was just no point delaying this anymore.

You clenched around him with the touchings, small swirls around your bud that made it that much harder to think and pretend it didn't feel amazing. Your cunt was drooling all over him, dripping down his balls and making a mess on the floor. You were a wet little thing, he mused. Wet and fertile, perfect for taking his plentiful seed and baring his children. Shinjuro grimaced at the remembrance of how much of himself had been wasted into his own hand on lonely nights when it could've been savored inside of you, keeping you sated and full and pregnant. But he couldn't be bother with past mistakes right now, not when you were right in front him and ready to be bred. He'd make sure it took, no matter how many times he'd have to ravage you.

Breath was evaded from your lungs as he delivered the first thrust into your tight walls, both of you wincing. He didn't need to tell you to easy up as you forced yourself to relax, more so for your own comfort than his. He gave another. And another. Building up a deep and steady pace that stretched out your gummy walls to his shape. Your face gently rocked into the ground, lips bitten to the point of bleeding from how much you were silencing yourself. You couldn't let him know how good it felt, how pleasing it was being stuffed to the brim. But he already knew with every shallow plunge into your center that made a sopping wet squelch.

And you thought you were warm before, now you were boiling, belly full of a sweltering thickness that pumped in and out of your velvety insides like you were made to take it. Hot veins dragged along your sweet spots, coaxing a choked mewl from your lips, and he took the sound as his cue to pound harder. Oh god. Fuck. You couldn't contain your noises anymore, several whines and moans slipping out and gracing his ears. Shinjuro grunted and leaned off of you, taking your hips into his mitts and slamming you back into his lap. The change in motion allowed him to reach that much deeper, and as you looked down, you swore you saw his cock bulge out from your tummy. He was going to ruin you.

He threw his head back and groaned, voice gravely and deep. "Fuck, you're perfect - shit... can't wait to make you a mother." You could hardly understand him with how fucked out you were becoming, drool pooling down your chin onto the floor and eyes tightly shut.

"Feel that?" he purred, "you belong to me now."

He pressed his palm against your belly, right where his cock was hitting your womb. The pressure was flooding over again, ready to snap and leave you shattered. You couldn't stop tightening around him, trying to get more of his pulsing veins to nudge into your sensitive tissue. He shifted his hips to drive into a sweet spot near your cervix and hammered into it, pounding cries out of your throat.

"Come for me," he commanded and you broke.

You wailed, scrambling on the floor for purchase as the buildup inside of you finally exploded into white-hot bliss. Your vision went completely stark and body limp but shaking. He continued fucking into you, rocking your lax hips back into his own and milking his dick with your fluttering walls. Your body twitched from the oversensitivity of it, shuddering with the forced sensation and nerves damn near hurting. But you knew better than to beg at this point, pleading having done you no good formerly, and let him use your cunt as he wished.

Shinjuro didn't hold himself off, didn't drag out his own finish to draw out another orgasm from you. He didn't want to with how perfectly your hole was fluttering around him, milking his balls for all he was worth. Nor would he need to with how backed up and long-lasting he was. It'd be a miracle if he was at any point not hard around you for next several hours. So why stave off his own release when he could milk every drop into your molten, welcoming pussy?

You were pulled flush into him, the mouth of your heat locked around the base of his swelled and twitching cock. You offhandedly thought that your muscles should've been sore from how arched your backside was into him, but they weren't. Another challenge awaiting tomorrow perhaps.

A torrid thickness spread throughout your nethers, making you jump slightly before melting into it. You mewled as it piled in, collecting into a hot pressure at the mouth of your womb before seeping into it. It only took you a brief moment to realize what it was. Cum. His.

Your body trembled from the overwhelming hotness and he smoothed a hand over your bloating stomach.

"Shhh, take it. Take it all," he crooned.

You babbled and puled as it built and built and built, like there was a dam of his seed spurting into you. You unintentionally, probably instinctually, squeezed around him, drawing more out and he whined and murmured his praise. "Good girl, get as much as you can." You threw your face into your arms and shook.

Finally, the flood seemed to stop, his length quickly hardening once more between your puffy lips. You felt too full, too fattened. You wanted him to pull out so the pressure could be released inside of you and allow you to finally breathe. But instead he began rolling himself right back into your soiled cunt, grunting viciously and holding you in place for the abuse. And you couldn't do a thing to stop him.

It was like you were on the cusp of consciousness and unconsciousness. Sanity and insanity. No feeling existed other than that of his thick cock thrusting inside of you, occasionally stilling to release a hot and heavy load into your womb that left you floundering. And it continued that way, all through the night, perhaps the day too, you couldn't recall. On top, on bottom, on your side, on the floor, on the bed, on the dresser, inside of you, all inside of you, never pulling out for more than a few seconds and only to change your position. And at some point, your endurance finally caved in, giving in to asleep.

Waking up, you felt groggy, head pounding and body so sore and bloated that you felt you couldn't even move a muscle. The chirping of birds and whisks of wind stirred you from your uneasy rest, a nervousness present in your chest with no clue as to what happened the night before. Sweat was collected in a cold sheen over your aching flesh from under the covers and made them cling to your skin. Too hot. Too bright. You grumbled with fluttering eyes from the light that was beginning to leak into the room, and you peeled the blankets off, bracing yourself to get up. Your heart stopped and dropped into your stomach when you felt something large wedged inside of you. And everything came flooding back.

You froze, only now aware of the person behind you and the appendage keeping you connected. You couldn't stop your leaf-like shaking, and prayed it wouldn't wake him. You didn't want to deal with this, you just wanted to get up and leave and scrub at your skin until you were nothing but bone and marrow. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gingerly tried to pull yourself away, cringing at the feeling of his member sliding out of your bruised walls.

"Mmmm... don't."

All you could do was yelp and choke when you were forced back down onto his prick, the head slamming back into your guts. Shinjuro took a deep breathe and mumbled, tucking your head under his chin and hugging your back into his chest. He twitched inside of you, and you felt you were going to break down at any moment.

"Please," you whispered with a cracked voice, "I-I want to b-go- clean." Be clean, is what you had wanted to say. He muttered something under his breath, 'just go back t' bed' or something like that, but you had already made up your mind. You sniffled, the tears prickling your eyes beginning to drip down your cheeks, and a sob managed to escape your lungs. He groaned behind you annoyed and shuffled. "Fucking hell," he cursed and yanked out of you in one swift motion. Your ears rung from the wet pop it made, and you gasped as the pressure locked inside of you finally pooled out down your legs and onto the sheets. His sinuous arms released their hold around you and you damn near booked it to the washroom that was connected to his bedroom, your limp thankfully masking how eager you were to get away. Cleancleancleancleancleancleanclean

You didn't care that the water was ice cold nor did you take the time to heat it, in fact, you welcomed the freezing balm on your burnt flesh and scrubbed as hard as you could at the caked whiteness.

Hearing the door open stopped you.

"Tch, you didn't - here." He lit up the firewood under the tub, letting the fire sizzle and grow. You did turn to him, didn't look at him. You just starred down at your lap, hoping he'd just leave. Hoping you'd vanish from existence.

Shinjuro knew he should do the gentlemanly thing and at least help you clean up, give you aftercare and the such. He worked himself so hard breeding you last night that he'd let it slip his mind then. No, he was going to be a good husband this time around. A perfect one. And that started with mending the damage. He lifted you up under your arms and set you down into the waters, climbing in after you and pulling you into his lap. You breathed not once.

He softly kneaded your slicked skin, tutting when he'd gotten to the patches between your legs that you'd rubbed raw from scraping. How could you clean a brat so well but not yourself? And your silence was killing him. More so than your usual chattiness, even.

"What?" he muttered as he wiped at the back of your thighs. Teary droplets hit the water.

"I want to go home."

He cocked an eyebrow but continued cleaning.

"You want to go home?" he repeated in a condescending tone. You didn't answer, so he continued.

"This is your home. So I don't know what you mean."

Your shoulders shook. "No," you croaked, "I want to l-leave. I-I w-want to go b-back-"

This time he chuckled and stopped scrubbing, pulling you back down to sit down on him.

"To your fiancé?" He mocked. You whimpered and he shook his head with a smirk.

"You know you can't go back there right?" Your eyes widened, confusion riddled over your features, along with shock. He laughed again.

"How dishonorable it would be - you, an unmarried woman, becoming pregnant by another man. While having an awaiting suitor, no less. That would be the talk of your little town, would it not?

Your face paled. You weren't preg... you looked down between your legs, growing nauseous at the remembrance of your former filth. Nor were you on any contraceptives. Why would you be? You weren't married yet and even then, children would've been the priority. And your tender breasts and aching uterus told you it was your fertile week. The man seemed to revel in your grief.

"No, you're staying here. You will call off that damned engagement, become my wife and bear my children. That is your only option - unless of course you'd enjoy the reputation of a common whore."

Your head was still spinning as he set you on the edge of the bath and pried you legs apart.

There's no going back. You're stuck here.

He ducked his head down and his teeth nipped up your thighs, slow and teasing.

No one would believe you. Not the word of a peasant woman over a noble samurai.

He edged closer to your center, bitings turned to kissing and licks as he sucked marks into your plushness.

The wedding was - would have been - four months from now. You would have been showing by then. Nor could the baby be passed off as your fiancé's with such unique physical traits - blond hair and gold eyes.

His tongue swiped up your slit, swirling around your clit and bringing it into his mouth in a harsh suck. You gasped and tipped your head back, unprepared for the stimulation.

He was right. This was your only option. It was him or a life of rumors and lies. It was just him. Him and this life that he would now dictate and control. Just him.

Because you were his. And he owned you.