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Stirring awake, Yami opened his eyes to look up at a ceiling he felt like he recognized, but it wasn’t his own inside the Black Bulls hideout. This ceiling was clean, and bright, and... fancy . How did he know this ceiling, where had he seen it before? It wasn’t inside the palace. Was he in a noble's home? If so, which one? And how had he gotten here?

The last thing he could remember was Asta’s stupid face when the Black Bulls and the other Magic Knight Capitans, along with Julius stormed the fortress in the spade kingdom, to save him and Vangence from those devil-worshiping freaks. He vaguely remembered Charlotte calling his name, pleading with him not to die. Was that before, or after he had come out of that trance?

Yami squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples, groaning as he tried to relieve the tension that was making his head throb. He could either dwell on it and try to remember everything or he could wait for the others to fill in the blanks and jog the missing parts. He shifted his limbs and hips and found he was a little sore in a few places but mostly uninjured.

With a heavy sigh, Yami looked to his right to take in the elegantly decorated room. Tall windows lined the wall past his feet. A wardrobe sat along the far wall and a table with two chairs was between him and the door. The nightstand had a pitcher of water and a tall empty glass.

He sat up and reached for the pitcher. Ignoring the glass, Yami drained the vessel of all the water. Some of it ran down his chin and neck to drip onto his chest. He released a satisfied sigh and set the pitcher down with a loud clunk.

The feminine groan behind him caused Yami to freeze in place. Slowly turning his head and torso to look at the other side of the bed, he was surprised to see Charlotte curled up on top of the blankets, her cloak acting as a thin blanket over her. Yami frowned, he hadn’t even thought anyone else would be in the room with him so he hadn’t felt around with his ki. 

Why was Charlotte here? He could’ve sworn she hated him. So, why would she take him to her home and watch over him, let alone sleep beside him?

Charlotte stirred with the loud thud and groaned as she woke slowly. She could feel eyes on her and furrowed her brows. Groaning again her eyes fluttered open to look at the partially upright torso of Yami. Allowing her eyes to trail up his body and meet Yami’s almost black orbs that were staring down at her, Charlotte was unable to contain her excitement and joy.

“Yami!” She cried, launching herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Stunned by the sudden embrace, Yami hesitated to hug her back. He felt her ki, and found it happy and excited. 

“Oh, Yami, I am so glad you finally woke up,” Charlotte said in a soft whisper as tears streamed down her face and wet his neck where she was pressing her cheek against him.

Yami felt her ki shudder as she spoke and moisture dampen his neck. Instinctually Yami wrapped his arms around her waist. He instantly regretted it as Charlotte began to weep onto his bare shoulder. 

“H-hey Prickle. Why are you so upset?” Yami asked, calling her by the nickname he had given her to try to lighten the mood.

Charlotte pulled back and wiped her eyes off on the sleeve of the blue dress she wore under the cloak that had fallen off her shoulders when she threw herself at Yami. “You big idiot.”

“Hey, there’s no need to call me names. I just can’t stand to see you so upset.” Yami admitted, chuckling at her insult.

Charlotte stopped and looked up into Yami’s eyes. He was gazing at her so tenderly, his smirk pulling at the side of his mouth, the open sliver allowing the glint of his white teeth to show. Looking back up into his dark brown eyes, she felt warmth rising up inside her and her heart rate began to increase. When he raised a brow in query Charlotte decided it was now or never to finally act and show him how she truly felt. 

Wrapping her arms around his neck once again Charlotte pulled him towards her as she leaned forward and kissed Yami firmly on his still smirking lips. She felt them open in surprise and took the opportunity to dart her tongue into his mouth and taste him. Charlotte moaned and the fresh taste of water mixed with Yami and the ever-present hint of cigarettes. 

Yami froze when her lips hit his, and tried to protest her forcing herself to do such a thing when her ki had been getting anxious. When her sweet, smooth tongue darted into his mouth to rub across his own, Yami finally realized why she had always gotten so nervous and embarrassed around him. He was so used to women being overly flirtatious and downright easy when it came to wanting him he didn’t know that Charlotte's reactions had just meant she had always thought about it but never been willing to act, or perhaps degrade herself as a Magic Knight Capitan. A nagging voice in the back of his head said it was that she felt ashamed that he was a commoner, but he didn’t let it stop him from reciprocating her kiss.

Charlotte moaned a soft whimper when Yami’s smooth tongue began to dance with hers, pushing its way into her mouth to taste her. His hands held her firmly against him, one around her waist, gripping her opposite hip. The other up her back to cup her head so he could deepen the kiss. She clung to him tightly and straddled his lap as he pulled her tighter against him.

Charlotte boldly moved against him and took back the control of the kiss when he stuttered in his movements. She shifted a hand to cup his neck and jaw and angled his face up to hers as their tongues twisted together while pressing herself against him and shifting her hips again. 

Yami moved his hand from her hip to grip her ass and press her against his growing erection. Smiling into the kiss when she yelped from the way he gripped her firmly. His big hand barely covered one of her voluptuous cheeks. He trailed his other hand down her back to take the other into his grasp and direct her grinding against him, and allowing her to control the kiss. 

Breaking apart for air, Charlotte moaned and cupped his face as Yami thrust up against her core. She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. Yami took the opening to lavish attention on her throat. He trailed kisses and gentle love bites from her jaw, back to her ear lobe, and down the column of the muscle in her neck to nibble across her collarbone. He then pulled her dress off her shoulder with his teeth and kissed her silky smooth skin and the upper curve of her breast.

“Yami?” Charlotte needed to tell him how she felt before this got out of hand. He needed to know that for her this wasn’t just about passion and pent-up stress over rescuing him from the Spade Kingdom. When he paused and looked up at her she kissed him gently. “I love you.”

Yami gulped, his question of what kind of man she found attractive, finally answered. He wasn’t sure if you could say those words back but he would show her with his body. He dove back into kissing her and turned them to lay her down on her back against the pillows. He laid his body against her’s, pressing her into the bed as he devoured her mouth, pouring out everything he felt for this beautiful, strong, confident, goddess of a woman. He liked a woman that took control and made the first move, and the fact that she had eagerly initiated this made her even more desirable to him, and it kept the nagging voice at the back of his mind.

Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to grind and rub against her. Their kiss grew ever more passionate and desperate as they both groaned and moaned and gasped for breath when they would briefly break apart before grappling to resume the passionate kiss. 

Yami moved a hand around to slip it under her skirts and into her knickers to cup her moistened sex. She gasped and locked eyes with him as he gently explored her with his rough fingers. Finding her bundle of nerves easily with his well-practiced digits, Yami pressed on it like a button and watched as her sapphire eyes rolled into the back of her head and she cried out his name. 

“Yaaamii!”

Hearing her say his name in such a sultry and desperate way set his mind on fire and lighting shot down his spine right to the tip of his throbbing cock. He could feel the precum leaking out and wanted to rip Charlotte's clothes off and sink himself into her right then and there, but something told him she hadn’t, actually been with a man before, he needed to be gentle with his prickly princess.

Sitting back on his calves, Yami watched her reactions as he rubbed circles around her clit, then over it, and switched directions. Her face and chest were flushed and her moans and soft mewling cries were making his cock throb and jump in the confines of his pants. He needed to distract himself.

Leaning in to loom over her, Yami pulled his hand away from her core and kissed her again. He shifted her loose dress down over her shoulders and hesitated before he exposed her breasts. Pulling back he looked up her body and licked his lips wondering how far down her chest that adorable flushed flesh went. Looking into her eyes he waited for her permission.

Charlotte knew what he was asking without him having to say a word and she slipped her arms out of her dress and pushed it down around her waist. Lifting her hips off the bed she pushed it over her hips to her knees. Avoiding his eyes she laid back down and tried to cover her chest now that she felt exposed.

“Don’t,” Yami said in a breathy voice and Charlotte looked at him in concern.

His mouth felt suddenly dry and he leaned back down to kiss her again. This time trailing down her throat and across her chest to lick and nip at one breast as his hand made its way to the other to gently knead it and pluck at her hardened nipple. He avoided touching the other hardening peak and moved his tongue in circles around the areola to blow air over the moistened flesh and watch it pucker as the peak tightened before sucking it into his mouth and repeating the circular teasing of his tongue.

When he rolled it between his teeth and mimicked the action with his thumb and forefinger on the other nipple, Charlotte cried out his name again. Her body felt like it was on fire and the tingling sensations at her core caused her to lift her ass up and rub against him.

“Yami! Yes!” She moaned and Yami repeated the action with more pressure and she melted back into the bed moaning low in the back of her throat as she sunk her fingers into his messy black hair, pressing her chest into his hungry mouth.

Yami shifted his weight and switched hands and breasts to repeat the actions on the other pillowy mound. The way Char was crying and begging for him to keep going was making his groin ache with how tight it felt. Kissing his way down her stomach he nipped the line of her hip bone and pulled the string keeping her knickers up around her sumptuous hips. 

He sat back once more and in one swift motion pulled her knickers and dress off her creamy white legs. Yami smirked at Charlotte when she yelped and leaned forward to kiss her knee while maintaining eye contact with her, grinning wide when her face turned a deep shade of red. Running his hands up the outsides of her calves over her knees and up her hips to grip her and pull her down the bed so she wasn’t against the headboard. 

“Don’t you dare run away from me this time, Princess?” He said leaning over her.

“What are you going to do?” She asked, nervously. Yami didn’t answer, he only laid down and ran his hands up the underside of her thighs to push her knees up towards her chest and leave her fully exposed to his view. “Don’t look at me there! It’s dirty, YaAAMI!”

He didn’t let her finish her protest and licked right up her glistening center. From her tiny pink asshole, over her taint, her lips and prodded his tongue into the hood protecting her clitoris. He repeated the action to watch and feel her clench up around him and hear the same high-pitched gasp and moan every time he moved his tongue over her most intimate parts. 

Charlotte saw stars when he licked her and threw her head back, thrashing it from side to side as she gripped the sheets tight enough to cause the threads to fray like her nerves. Shockwaves of pleasure rocketed through her every fiber as she pleaded for him to stop and continue what he was doing. Never had she felt such exquisite torture, Charlotte was unsure how much more of this she could take, but knew she wanted more.

“Yami, please.” She whined and Yami eagerly obliged.

Yami pushed Char’s legs up more with one forearm, lifting her ass off the bed completely, spreading her lips so they just peeked open. He grunted at the best view he’d ever seen, a view he was certain he would never get sick of seeing.  

His breath sent shivers through her. Each time his heavy puffs of breath hit her core she could feel herself clenching and watched the hungry look in his eyes turn predatory before he dove in like a tiger, pouncing on its prey. Charlotte gasped at the feeling of white-hot lightning moving through her body when Yami’s tongue moved inside her and stroked her walls. When she looked back at him he was watching her.

Each time she clenched he could see the creamy juices creep closer to overflowing from her. On the fifth time, it dripped over the edge. Yami felt his cock jump and his entire core flexed. He grunted as he sent his tongue to capture the next drop and seek the rest from her rosy folds. 

Tiny explosions felt like they were going off in her every nerve. Charlotte couldn’t keep her thoughts on anything except Yami and what he was doing to her. Never had she felt anything like this, not even when she played with herself while daydreaming about him, had she ever imagined Yami would be able to make her feel so hot from the inside out. His dark eyes opened to bore into hers and she felt a pressure begin to build around her womb.

Eyes closed, he savored the floral and cream flavor of Charlotte. She tasted like the finest wine and he wasn’t sure if alcohol would ever be as enjoyable again, Yami felt instantly addicted. Looking up at her body, Yami grunted at the pure ecstasy in her shining sapphire orbs. He hadn’t considered there would be a better view than the last, but this one had to top them all, he wanted to see all her reactions and ate at her, nipping and licking and sucking her puckering folds and rolling her clit between his teeth before soothing it with his hot tongue.

“Yami, more, please!” Charlotte begged for him to finish her off.

The heat she felt building inside her was ready to burst and Charlotte fisted Yami’s jet black hair in her hands, pulling him closer to her. She ground her hips up into his face trying to take her pleasure into her own hands. She felt the pressure building up inside her, forming a tight coil that felt like it would burn her.

Yami moved more roughly against her and used his other hand to loosen the ties on his thin undergarments. Pushing them over his ass and down to his knees to kick them off Yami gripped his angry, throbbing erection. He pumped it a few times, coating himself in the fluids leaking from the tip, nearly coming when Charlotte cried out and tangy heated liquid hit his tongue.

Charlotte could hardly breathe as his teeth moved over her clit just right and she screamed out her release. The fire she felt burning inside her shot through her nerves and the tight pressure she felt finally snapped and her legs flexed and twitched as her body shook and fireworks went off inside her mind, blinding her temporarily. 

Yami struggled to hold her legs back as he concentrated on not coming on her sheets like some inexperienced boy. He squeezed the base of his cock and twitched several times, and leaned into her powerful flexing muscles to maintain his control. When he finally felt like he could control himself again he shifted his hands to the backs of her thighs once again.

Yami crawled back up Charlotte's body, using his hands on the backs of her thighs to keep her spread as he allowed his rippling muscles to graze over her clitoris. The pressure against her moist and most sensitive part varied between the ridges and valleys of his firm musculature and sent bolts of pleasure shooting through her body. 

He stopped to lavish her breasts once more, and build up her tension and need for him. Charlotte watched as Yami nipped and suckled at her breasts, leaving little love but marks on her milky mounds. He held her legs to each side of her chest as he spread his thighs to keep them there, and ground his throbbing erection against her dripping core, coating him in the mixture of her justices and his own saliva. 

This position was so intimate, Charlotte felt spread wide and exposed but at the same time, Yami was covering her so well she felt like they were practically one person. She arched her back and cried out in ecstasy as one of his hands snaked down to rub circles around her clit. 

He bent over her and kissed up her throat that beckoned to him when her head flew back. Yami adjusted his hips to position his swollen head at her entrance and captured her lips in a kiss as he moved his hand to grip himself and guide his painfully hard cock into her depths.

"Ahhh...mmm. Charlotte, you feel so good." Yami groaned. The tightness of her core was the perfect counter-pressure, and he rotated his hips into his prickly princess, savoring this first moment of joining with her.

She was surprised it hadn't hurt to take his full length and girth for the first time. She struggled to breathe at how different it felt to be filled by a man. Charlotte felt her mana rising and tried to calm herself so her briar magic didn't hurt Yami.

He could feel her ki fluctuate just before her mana began to rise and he sat up and placed one hand on the side of her face.

"Breathe princess, look at me, and just breathe," Yami spoke softly and when Char looked into his eyes he accentuated his breath to match hers until she calmed. Yami leaned back down and kissed her tenderly. "That's my girl." He said with a smile.

"Yami," Char said and flexed her powerful thighs, begging him to start moving.

Charlotte moaned and Yami sucked air through his teeth as he retreated out of her slowly. She clenched her muscles with the exquisite feeling of his veiny and velvety shaft dragging over her insides. Yami felt the suction of her depths increased as her walls hugged him. 

"Yami, please." Charlotte practically whined.

With a devilish grin, Yami thrust fully back into Charlotte, making her scream.

"Oh….aahAhh...Ya-Yaaami." Charlotte moaned as Yami took his time between each thrust to rotate his hips and stir up her insides when he was fully sheathed within her. 'I think I'm going to lose my mind, what he is doing feels so good.' Charlotte thought, her eyes rolling back when he retreated and thrust back into her with force.

"That's it, Princess, say my name," Yami said before he grunted with how tightly she gripped him when he called her princess. 'If she likes that, there's a lot more where that came from.' Yami thought and increased his pace a little.

"Oh, Yami. Yeees!" She cried out and clung to his back as she began to flex her thighs to aid his retreats and relaxed to allow him to seat himself inside her. The sensation caused another tight coil of pressure to begin to form in her lower stomach and Charlotte met him thrust for thrust, striving for the same end he did.

"Yes, Princess. That's it, keep doing that. Squeeze me tight, Charlotte." He encouraged her while he gyrated his hips, rubbing his pelvis firmly against her. The way she flexed and relaxed created the most divine friction, Yami felt the pressure building at the base of his spine. She felt too damn good to make this last much longer.

“Yami, I’m...Oh Yami, YES! Yami I love you!” Charlotte screamed as she jerked and came hard around him, her nails digging into his back and arm. The explosions of pleasure rippled through her body again and again as Yami didn’t stop but only began to move faster into her. Another release built quickly and her entire body shook as her limbs threatened to give out.

“Fuck, Charlotte you feel so good. Oh yes, Princess, yes.” 

Yami felt her walls grow hotter and begin to flutter around him right before a fresh burst of hot fluids coated him. Her tight channel was threatening to pull him over the edge and he increased his pace slamming into her as the bite of her nails in his flesh caused the pressure to move forward into his sack. He was close and she had relaxed only long enough for him to almost fully retreat before slamming back into her and she came again on a keening wail of his name. He exploded inside her with force, his vision tunneled as he watched her lost in pleasure, stars blurring his vision and he pumped in time with her pulsing pussy.

Charlotte mewled as he pumped his seed into her, sending pleasure shooting through her with each mini thrust. They stayed joined, trying to remember how to breathe and calm their racing hearts. Charlotte began to feel self-conscious with Yami’s sweaty naked body over hers, his head hanging near her chest as he breathed as he had just run a marathon. ‘He never said he loved me too, was I just another notch in his belt? Does he even know I gave him my first?’ Her thoughts raced and her heart began to ache.

Yami felt Charlotte’s energy begin to shift and get prickly again. He swallowed roughly and looked up to meet her eyes but she wouldn’t meet his. He wondered if it was the fact he was just a lowly common foreigner, this voice in his head growing louder. He began to feel guilt for having soiled such a beautiful high-born woman and began to pull away. Way to go ya big idiot. You even came inside her like some chump. What if she gets pregnant?’ Shame burned inside his gut and he felt sick.

Charlotte shivered when the air rushed between their bodies and she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him against her again.

“I can’t handle the hot ‘n cold, soft n’ prickly treatment, Princess. If you're ashamed I’m a commoner, I won’t look at you. I’ll just find my pants and leave.” his hoarse voice was thick with his feelings of rejection.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up against his strong body. “You can’t read me at all.” She whispered in his ear and he craned his neck back to look at her. 

“What does that mean?” He asked, his heartbeat quickening with the way she clung to every part of him.

“I already told you, Yami.” She said, her cheeks turning red as she was about to tell him for the third time. “I love you. So how could I ever be ashamed of you for something no one can control?”

Yami didn’t know what to say, he had gone from thinking she hated him, to realizing she was attracted to him, to finding out she reciprocated his feelings, to falling for her all over again, thinking she regretted it, and finally felt so full of love he was sure he had a stupid grin on his face. But he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment.

Charlotte began to giggle at the goofy smile he was giving her and her heart did a little flip, realizing he must feel the same way she does. Her mirth grew as she realized how much time they had wasted over the past years. She didn’t regret it though, but it would make a great story now that they were finally being open about it.

Yami felt stirring in his groin as his cock began to swell with the rippling muscles of her core as she laughed. His smile turned into a smirk as he thought of exactly what he could say so Charlotte would never doubt the way he felt about her ever again and he would know just how serious she was about being with him. Leaning down to lick the shell of her ear she moaned as she giggled and pressed herself against him again.

“Marry me, Charlotte.” He spoke softly into her ear and smiled devilishly as she froze and slowly looked back towards him to meet his eyes, mimicking his earlier response to discovering he wasn’t alone.

Her heartbeat increased as her excitement grew and she held her breath. She could feel him growing inside her and clenched around him as she swallowed in an attempt to moisten her suddenly dry throat.

“Oh, come on, Princess,” Yami said in a husky voice as he pumped into her core which was still slippery with their combined fluids. “Don’t leave me hanging like this. You gave all them other poor bastards your answer right away.”

Charlotte glared at Yami and his teasing ways. He had refused to answer her and then thought he could make her answer him? Two could play this game. Rocking her hips against his she gave him an equally teasing answer. 

“You big idiot, what do you think my answer is?” she asked and kissed him before he could answer.

Yami responded eagerly and was unable to get the idiotic smile off his face. He rocked with her, slowly beginning to pump in and out of her once more. He wanted to show her again just how precious she was to him.

That was how Asta and Sol found them when they entered the room without knocking. Charlotte moaning, and Yami’s ass in the air.

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“I bet Captain Yami is gonna wake up today. I can feel it in my gut.” Asta said cheerily as he walked down the hall of the Blue Rose’s Headquarters, which was also Charlotte’s family home.

“Sure that isn’t just gas?” Sol quipped. ‘Why did I have to get stuck escorting this stupid boy around our headquarters? Everyone else is busy spending time with their boyfriends. Hmf men are useless.”

“Um… which door was it again?” Asta asked, stopping in the hall to scratch his head as he looked down the wide corridor with twelve doors on each side of it.

“Ugh, it's the fifth one on the right! How many times do I have to tell you that?” Sol sighed as she rolled her eyes, this guy had just proved her point. She couldn’t wait to get these smelly men out of their home and for Char to get her head out of the clouds and come back to commanding the Blue Rose Knights. 

“Oh, right, sorry,” Astas said with a sheepish grin and marched straight for the fifth door on the right. His heavy footfalls echoed down the hall.

“Wait!” Sol recalled that Charlotte had taken to resting by Yami’s side and she rushed to stop Asta from opening the door. She did not want some lowly commoner to see her lady in such an unpresentable state. 

“Huh?” Asta said as he pushed the door open right as Sol reached him. 

The noises coming from the room caused both of the Magic Knights to look into where their Captains were, caught in coitus. Both stared, stunned by what they were witnessing. When the door hinges creaked the couple in the bed froze and turned to look towards the door.

Sol’s face was bright red with anger, and as Char’s began to grow redder, she couldn’t stay quiet any longer.

“Lady Charlotte! Are you okay? What is that brute doing to you? Stop hurting my lady!”

Asta tried to look away but Yami had already caught him staring and he knew he was probably going to die before the sunset. No matter how far he could run away, Yami would find him and kill him.

“I don’t think he’s hurting her, she seemed to be enjoying it,” Asta said, trying desperately to not meet the cold dark eyes of his captain, he could feel boring into his skull.

“Get the hell outta here you dumbasses!” Yami yelled.

Charlotte tried to hide under Yami, her shame growing by the second. Why of all people did it have to be Sol to walk through that door, and Yami’s idiot subordinate? When Yami yelled at them and waved his hand she yelped and clung tightly to him to keep her chest out of view. 

“I think I would know when MY captain needed my help!” Sol screamed in Asta’s face.

“Then why did you even ask her? Besides, didn't you feel their Ki? It was excited and calm at the same time, I’ve never felt anything like it.” Asta said. 

Yami supported both himself and Char who was wrapped around him, in more ways than one, on his arm farthest from the door. Looking around near him, he searched for something to throw. He needed to knock those idiots out of their stupid argument and make them leave.

“What would some boy know about it?” Sol snapped, her hands on her hips.

“Well, it’s kinda similar to how I feel about Sister Lily. That’s why, someday, I am gonna marry her.” Astas said with pride, puffing out his chest.

Charlotte groaned and hid her face as she heard what Sol was saying. ‘Yami was right, they are idiots. Why won’t they just leave?’ She thought, burrowing her face into Yami’s shoulder to hide her burning face. 

“Yeah right? Who would ever agree to marry you?” Sol laughed in Asta’s face.

“Hey, that was really mean. I think you owe me an apology.” Asta pouted.

Yami waved his arm around near the edge of the bed, hoping he might find his boot or one of Char’s there. He paused to look at Char when she groaned and pressed her face practically into his armpit, she was redder than he’d ever seen her. Growling angrily he glared at the two causes of her embarrassment fighting in the doorway. Shifting to hide her from them even more, his fingers finally found purchase on the soft leather of his boot. He tossed it up into the air, caught it to have a better grip and threw it as hard as he could at the back of Asta’s head.

“Enough of this! I’m gonna save Char!” Sol moved to charge into the room and murder Yami where he was.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, let’s get outta h-!” Asta shouted trying to stop Sol from getting herself killed. 

He never finished his sentence as the hard heel of Yami’s left boot hit him square in the back of his head. Asta crumpled to the floor. Sol was surprised at his sudden collapse and began to stumble over him. She looked up to where Yami and Charlotte were in the bed, but all she saw was the heavy ceramic pitcher flying straight for her. 

As soon as he released the boot, Yami reached over for the mostly empty pitcher. He heard more than saw his boot hit its target. Before Asta hit the floor he threw the pitcher straight at Sol’s face. An evil chuckle escaped him at her bewildered look right before the piece of pottery smacked her in the forehead. 

“You still with me Princess?” he quietly asked Char, and had to suppress another chuckle when she peeked up at him. ‘Damn, she is so cute. Good thing she agreed to be mine.’

Asta rubbed the goose egg on the back of his head as he crawled over to Sol. They needed to get out of there before Yami ran out of objects and started throwing furniture. 

“Sorry Captain,” he said in a hoarse whisper as he dragged Sol out of the doorway and pulled it closed.

At the sound of Asta’s voice, Yami reached down for his other boot and threw it. The boot slammed into the door, forcing it into Asta’s forehead, giving him a second welt. The Captain of the Black Bulls sighed with satisfaction when he heard Asta yelp and run down the hall. Hopefully, they won't be interrupted again.

“She is gonna really hate me now for sure.” He said, pressing his cheek against Charlotte’s shoulder.

“What?” Charlotte asked, relaxing now that they were finally alone again.

“Your subordinate, she’s gotta hate my guts now. Not that she didn’t before.”

“What does that matter?” Charlotte asked. Does he like Sol too? What if he wants to be with her instead of me? No!’ Her tension grew with her thoughts. “I won’t let that happen!” Charlotte said the last bit out loud and Yami raised an eyebrow in query.

“I think it's a little late for that. Remember before I got captured like a weakling? She hated me then too.” Yami said.

“I don’t care how she feels, I will be your wife and no one else can have you,” Charlotte said, a fire burning in her eyes.

“Is that so? You want me. All. To. Your. Self?” Yami asked, punctuating each word with a thrust of his still semi-hard cock, renewing its firmness in the process.

“Ahhh, Yami?” Charlotte gasped, his actions threatening to make her lose her concentration.

“What is it, Princess? You got a complaint? What if you aren’t my only woman?” Yami asked, a teasing smirk on his lips.

Charlotte felt numb until she saw that smirk he wore. ‘Two can play this game.’ She thought.

“Who's to say you aren’t my only lover?” She said in a deceptively cool tone. 

Yami stopped mid-thrust and watched her. Charlotte was calm and cool as water. Her ki didn’t give away her emotions, and even her heartbeat seemed to be slowing down. Had he been wrong about her? Did Charlotte Roselei have a list of lovers just like she did suitors? Yami gulped, suddenly feeling like he was being measured up and compared to the potential others.

Charlotte saw her opening and smiled wickedly at what she was planning. She truly was evil at times, and Yami was giving himself away. She hooked one arm under his and straightened the leg on that side. Placing her other palm on his opposite shoulder and forcing that hip forward while pushing him, Char managed to flip them over. 

Yami found himself on his back and watched as Charlotte looked down at him through a curtain of her golden hair. His bluff had been called and he knew she knew it from the smile she wore. Yami grinned, finally, a woman that could keep up with him.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue Mr. Sukehiro?” Charlotte teased right back, rocking her hips against his, trying to mimic the wonderful sensations she had felt when he would grind into her.

Yami grunted with pleasure and smiled at the uncertainty in her movements. His smirk returned as he stroked his hands up her thighs to grip her by the hips. Thrusting up into her he also pulled her against him roughly and watched with satisfaction as her eyes lost focus and she gasped with pleasure, gripping his chest for support.

Charlotte felt caught, betrayed by her own inexperience. She wondered what she could do next, not wanting the game to end so easily. That didn’t stop her from running her hands down her body, caressing her breasts and plucking her nipples. 

Enticed by the show she was putting on, Yami bucked into her again, and watched and sensed her every reaction. He wanted to give her time to get comfortable and find her own pleasure while in control. However, when her hands traveled lower he thrust into her again. 

It reminded Charlotte of riding a young horse with a rebellious streak. Allowing herself to enjoy this a little longer, she slowly ran her hands down her curves. She plucked her nipples as she went and played with a few of her sensitive spots, serving to show Yami how she touched her own body.

Yami gulped and slowed as her left hand continued to play with her breast and her right made it down to her clit. He followed every little movement she made, taking note of the spot on her side she had touched that made her quiver around him. He ran his hand up her other side to see if it was the same over there as well.

As she began to slowly make circles around her clit, Charlotte let her head fall back and her eyes closed. Yami was still pumping into her, meeting her riding hips, but he was less rebellious and she could feel his eyes wandering over her body. 

As his hands began to caress up one side and then the other Charlotte gasped and her core tightened around him from the tingling shock waves his calloused hands sent through her. She had to admit that those hands that could kill felt glorious, and his gentle caresses were all the more tantalizing with the knowledge of just how lethal they could be.

Yami let his hands travel up to her neglected breast and he rolled her taut nipple between his thumb and finger. The other gripped her high on her hip so his thumb could stroke over the spot where her muscles met the bone of her hip, barely skimming the sensitive spot she had shown him.

Charlotte leaned into his touch and lost herself in all these new sensations. Letting herself truly go she ground her hips against his riding him like she was racing to the finish. 

Every tiny sound she made, Yami matched with his own groan or gasp. Every time she clamped around him he flexed into her making them both quiver with pleasure.

"Charlotte…" Yami gasped and she opened her eyes to meet his dark depths. "I-I'm… Fuck." He hissed as she changed up her technique and he looked down to where he was disappearing inside her.

"Yami," Charlotte whispered and when he looked back up she fell forward and kissed him.

He quickly strained to meet her and shifted his hands to her ass. Guiding their movements to make his thrusts more forceful, driving both of them ever closer to climax. 

Charlotte explored his mouth with her tongue, twisting her's around and tasting every part of his orifice. Yami let her do as she wished, responding to her gentle exploration with harder and harder thrusts. 

It was all too much as Charlotte felt like every nerve ending came to life all at once. Breaking the kiss, she sat up and threw her head back as her orgasm crashed over her again and again. Each new explosion coincided with every thrust Yami delivered into her.

"Ohhh, Yaaamiii!" She cried as her arms came up to keep her head from floating away.

The heat of her insides made Yami feel as though he might be burned. Flaring his ki to wash over her was all he could do as he got lost in the image of her coming undone on top of him. He wanted to take control back but as her orgasm grew in intensity with every thrust he was quickly pulled over the edge with her.

"Oh FUCK! ChaAArlotte," he groaned as he pulled her down against him and emptied the white-hot cream into her deepest parts. 

Charlotte screamed again as Yami filled her to the brim. Both twitched and shuddered with each tiny movement as Yami couldn't seem to stop cumming with each aftershock. 

"O-oh Yamiiiii," Charlotte whimpered as she fell forward into her man's glorious chest, clinging to his shoulders and neck like a lifeline.

Yami grunted at the change in angle and thrust into her once more before wrapping his arms around the most amazing woman he'd ever known. The only woman he wants to continue to know after today. 

The air was quickly cooling their sweaty skin and Charlotte shivered once. Yami reacted instantly and turned them both onto their sides as he held Char against him with one arm and pulled the blankets up and over their heads with the other. 

Yami looked at the woman in his arms, his woman he hoped. With his free hand, he stroked the side of her face, sweeping stay hairs off her tacky flesh. She closed her eyes and nuzzled into his gentle touch. Chilling her cheek Yami encouraged her to look up at him. When her blissfully glazed eyes met his, Yami spoke the words of his heart.

"You are the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful, strong woman I've ever known. And I, Yami Sukehiro, love you Charlotte Roselei." 

He could feel her holding her breath as the blush rose up her entire body. So he leaned down to kiss her gently as he wrapped her in both arms so she couldn't run away.

Charlotte didn't know what to do or say. Each time he was sincere in his compliments of her she felt completely disarmed. It was embarrassing and incredibly romantic at the same time.

As his arms tightened around her she found his lips pressed against hers in a slow sensual kiss. It felt as though he was punctuating his words with this kiss. She melted into him slowly moving her lips against his, knowing deep down that he truly loved her with every fiber of his being.