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Perhaps Akemi’s focus was too narrow for this highly skilled samurai.
But that didn’t stop or slow her down from trying to get answers.
The unfathomable things she put herself through to chase Taigen all this way. They were meant to be together. He was the only man for her! No one as handsome, no one as honorable, no one as skilled with the sword or with his hands in bed. Now the princess was carrying a tray of sake outside the samurai’s room. Akemi finessed Renga with her earlier patron, and a man is a man no matter what, so how difficult can this demon truly be?
Akemi cleared her throat. “Ahem,” and slid the door open.
“Ringo?” The man called out.
“May I serve you?”
“I said I don’t want any company,” he snapped.
“Please, if you don’t let me in, Madam will beat me,” Akemi was already forcing her way inside the private room.
Akemi kept her gaze on the floor but she could hear the samurai awkwardly shuffle around with those opticals. Akemi was smooth in her motions. Expertly pouring the sake before kneeling on the floor, lowering herself to the man, and holding out the cup for the demon to take. Her arms never wavered even as the man slowly looked over his shoulder. Akemi couldn’t see his expression, but whatever he saw was clearly to his liking, as he shuffled around to face the princess.
They sat in silence for a moment, until Akemi slowly looked up, and realized the samurai was watching the princess with those ever so observant eyes. Head tilted lower, so the man’s eyes weren’t hidden by the opticals. Revealing his true nature. Pale blue eyes. Half demon, half human—full monster. Or, so Akemi’s been told.
But now that she was here, arms length away from the demon (stabbing distance), Akemi spoke before her mind caught up, “Your eyes.”
The samurai smirked, knowing full well she would bring it up. He gently pushed up the opticals, concealing his eyes once again, “Whatever insult comes next, won’t be as clever as you think.”
Akemi sharply inhales, “They’re beautiful,” she’s saying with the most sincere influx in her tone.
Even the samurai appears surprised by this… description. He silently reaches for the cup of sake. Careful to avoid touching Akemi. His hands were much larger than her own and still smooth. Hidden callouses and scars from years of slaughtering and doing whatever the hell it is a blue-eyed demon craves. Instead, he sat in their silence. Content to say nothing else.
But the princess was here to know this man. Figure out who he was and why he was so hellbent on destroying every beautiful thing around him.
“Were they always so vibrant?” Akemi asked to keep this bland conversation alive.
The samurai still said nothing, simply holding his cup and looking over Akemi’s clothes.
“I’ve never seen such a color outside of the sea in the shallow and warm waters, and the sky in the middle of summer when birds awaken to Spring. The color of hope and a new beginning.”
This caught the samurai’s attention.
He arched his brow, trying not to laugh. “...Huh, I see,” his countenance filled with recognition. “I know these games. Although I’m sure you worked hard enough to come up with those words, flattery means nothing to me. Do your men usually fall for this?”
Princess Akemi faltered at those words. She frowned. She meant what she said, but clearly Akemi’s forgotten where they were at, and why she was here. “Most of them, yes,” she lied.
The samurai lifts the cup towards his lips but stops. “Want to know what works for me?”
Akemi blinked, looking from the drugged sake to the samurai. “...Yes?”
“Tea,” he dryly stated and gently placed the sake on the tray. “I don’t drink sake.”
Akemi bowed her head. “Forgive me. Madam thought you’d prefer sake to help you relax. Maybe just a sip?”
The samurai sat back and slowly inhaled. Eyes still sharp and smirk in place. “Maybe a little less clothes to help me relax?” He motioned towards Akemi’s silk kimono. He shifted on the floor, bringing one leg out to lean on his knee and even removed the opticals. “Hurry up now, I don’t have all night.”
“I um—” Once again, Akemi was slightly speechless.
The samurai noticed. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To keep me company? Well, maybe I’m suddenly grateful for it.” He grinned. “Remove your clothes and show me what I’ll be having by the end of the night,” he licked his lips as though imagining their night already.
The princess wondered if she’ll actually end up on her back and be stabbed the samurai’s most valuable sword; fucking her into the ground. Making the princess scream for all the other workers to hear. Akemi wondered if he fucked similarly to how he fought, hard and fast, over in seconds (Akemi can only hope), spilling his demon seed inside of her. Perhaps even giving Akemi her own demon to raise.
His condescending smile brought Akemi back to the reality of her current situation.
Hardly an oiran with a gentleman, as the samurai assumes.
But a princess with a demon.
Akemi lifted her cup, “Drink with me first, and I’ll provide you all the pleasures you ever dreamed of.”
“...true pleasure is finding the man who made into this monster,” the samurai whispered under his breath, nonetheless, reached for his own cup.
But Akemi heard those words and found them… peculiar.
He sounded sad and angry and empty.
“Is that your business, samurai?”
He looked up, surprised by the question. “My business is my own.”
Akemi smiled in assurance, “I promise you, privacy is respected here.” And perhaps I can gain some knowledge on this demon. “What kind of soul drew you here?”
Find a weakness before killing him.
The samurai arched his brow. “Do you normally talk so much with the other men?” That sneer. “...or is your mouth rightfully preoccupied?”
“My mouth is preoccupied.” At the samurai’s knowing smirk, Akemi spoke again. “I usually recite poetry.” Technically, not a lie.
“Really?” the samurai seemed surprised yet clearly amused by this. “You read?”
“And write and clean my teeth every morning and every evening.”
The samurai mindlessly tapped his fingers on his knee, thinking. “Recite something for me.”
The tension in Akemi’s shoulders fell just slightly, knowing how long she can make this last until the samurai gets what he truly desires. “Who would you like to hear?”
“Whatever you prefer,” he waved his hands flippantly, but the steadiness of his posture meant he was ready to hear something meaningful.
Akemi didn’t have to think too hard on one.
“Twilight is falling,
Seeking soft comfort
Deep blue hydrangea,”
The samurai remained impassive, waiting to hear more.
Akemi kept reciting all the poetry she was forbidden to read. The erotic ones to keep the samurai’s attention from Akemi’s nudity. But his eyes glazed over in a manner that Akemi knew he didn’t want to hear those poems in particular. So she kept reciting with everything else she memorized:
“A traveler seeks
Nothing to gain nor win,
His eyes fill blue moons,”
The samurai is lost in his own mind, lost in whatever past he flees from; corrupted or perfection. Akemi keeps reciting more and more, strangely encouraged and comforted by the silence. It was nice to be able to share a knowledge most men would hardly or never listen to. But this man not only listened, he absorbed every word with his soul. That demon behind his eyes not only rested, but dimmed. Slumbering until awoken by the craving of blood.
"This body,
Grown fragile, floating,
A reed cut from its roots,
If a stranger ask me
To follow, I’d go, I think,”
The way he watches Akemi felt—strange and unburdened.
He really did have the most gorgeous eyes. Windows to the soul, are they not? But his was clean. Open. Raw. Do different colors offer different emotions? For this samurai expressed so many, yet in a blink of an eye they were gone. He held Akemi’s gaze while he listened,
So Akemi recited new words of Ono no Komachi.
“Awake tonight,
With loneliness,
I cannot keep myself
From longing,
For the handsome moon,”
The princess ended with a small bow of her head.
“Very inspiring.”
Akemi nearly jumped at the voice. A light delicacy in tone. It was genuine. The samurai clearly enjoyed her company. All while being expressionless like the demon people expect him to be. A true onryō. Yet, here in Madam Kaji’s brothel in front of a stranger, the samurai appeared more human than all the soulless faces surrounding Akemi’s everyday life. Perhaps even more soulful than Taigen?
Maybe…
Taigen!
Akemi shook her head, bringing her focus back to the present. Know this samurai’s secrets, figure out what happened to Taigen, kill him in his sleep!
“The poems you chose weren’t lost on me,” the samurai smiled. “Is blue your new favorite color?”
“It may be.”
He tilted his head, “You’re sincere. Are demons found beautiful where you’re from?”
“Hardly worth first glances.”
“Yet, you’ve spared me many.”
“You’re different.”
“How so?”
“You lack honor.”
“Really?” The samurai arched his brow. “And you find that attractive? What kind of woman are you?”
“I don’t. But it is merely a hill in a mountain range. A crater is not formed from nothing. Every stream has its source.”
The samurai scoffed, yet he smiled softly. “Ironically, there was a meteor involved.” He looked to the side where his sword was.
Akemi appeared skeptical and looked up. “You came from the heavens?”
“More like a shithole, but these flatteries are getting more interesting.” He reached for his cup. “Where are you from?”
“Kyoto,” Akemi answered without putting too much thought into it.
His eyes gleamed, but whatever thought was there quickly vanished. “Kyoto,” he repeated. “You’re only days away from home.”
Home.
Akemi slowly blinked. “Wait, I meant to say I’m from—”
“I’m ready for you to remove your clothes now.” He took a sip from the sake and placed it on the floor next to him. He leaned back and smiled. “You’re beautiful. And I want to see if you’re as beautiful as the poetry you’ve recited earlier.”
Akemi held back a smile, knowing she won. but for how long? The princess swallowed back her pride and thought ‘fuck it’ before slowly rising to her feet and grabbed the knot of her front.
The samurai motioned for her to continue.
Akemi let out a shaky breath, at least there is absolute privacy, thanks to his demands. There wasn’t much to remove. Madam Kaji made sure of it. And still, the princess took her time untying the knot, slowly pulling open the front to reveal her full nudity underneath—with a prepared sigh, Akemi dropped her robes and waited.
Time for demon cock, she thought to herself. Already angry at herself for letting it get this far into her poorly executed plan.
But the demon only stared at her eyes. “Come here,” he softly demanded, patting his lap.
Ugh, showing little to no emotion, not even eagerness, Akemi stepped around the table and stood over the samurai. She quickly sat down before her nerves won out and she spilled the hot sake all over the man—further ruining her plans.
Get him to talk. As Madam says, no man can ever resist himself.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his hands hovered over Akemi’s legs before eventually grabbing them.
Akemi expected him to caress her like a pet. Though, she’s seen the peculiar ways men behave around here. Perhaps, she could be in charge of her downfall. But the samurai kept his hands still. His smirk quickly left his lips, and his pupils dilated as he looked up at her. His eyes betrayed the confidence he so proudly emanated earlier. And Akemi noticed this. Glass eyes for a hollow spirit, or a broken man seeking out an escape? If words don't work on demons, then Akemi will defer to other ways.
She pressed closer, or tried to feel his cock beneath her, when the samurai stopped her.
“What do I call you?” his breath hit her lips,
Akemi leaned closer. “Mimi. And your name?”
“Mizu,” he whispered, his thumbs drew small and lopsided circles on Akemi’s bare skin.
Still doing everything in his power to keep his eyes above Akemi’s neckline. As though his own plan hadn’t gotten this far either. The joke fell flat into a reality, now both were forced to face their truth. Mizu hesitated, leaning away and looking anywhere but at Akemi’s nudity.
Akemi recognized the look, or may have misinterpreted it. “Have you ever been with a woman before, samurai?”
“I have.” Mizu looked away. “...but she craved it, and she wanted more of me. More than I had to give.”
Oh? This was good.
Perhaps a killed wife in Mizu’s past?
“How much can you give me tonight?” The princess grabbed Mizu’s hands and slowly brought them to her thin waist. “I’ll take whatever you offer.”
The warrior’s hands felt limp. Lifeless. Not even a flinch to touch Akemi’s smooth skin.
Mizu was still staring off to the side. “My hands,” he whispered.
Akemi frowned in confusion. “I will take your hands then.” She cupped his face and brought his attention back to her. “Did she accept your hands?”
“They all did,” he husked out, voice sounding lighter and higher.
More feminine.
Okay, so more than one wife? Akemi thought.
“But also, they let me use—,” Mizu’s hand tensed as Akemi brought it between her legs, “...other things.”
“What kind of things?”
“My,” Mizu finally looked down between them, watching as Akemi moved herself over the samurai’s palm. Leaving a clear trail of excitement behind. “...cock,” he mumbled, finally gaining some courage to flex his hand and move his fingers lower.
Towards Akemi’s opening.
“Touch me,” she encouraged.
“Are you sure you want me to—,” Mizu’s voice trailed off, then dipped his finger inside.
Perhaps the princess may have forgotten why she was here as Mizu slowly entered her with the reverence of a lover.
“You’re big,” Akemi moaned at the intrusion.
Mizu’s hand had a delicate curve to them. Still large, but not too thick. Long, though not too filling. A balance of perfection. Lithe and enough girth to provide her inner walls enough friction to spike those nerves into pleasure. But why only his hands and not his cock?
Is it like… monstrously huge?
Akemi shivered at the thought.
He gritted his teeth, appearing insane like he was fighting back a smile. Instead, Mizu leaned forward and pressed his head against Akemi’s shoulder. “Ungh, you’re tight.”
Akemi wiggled her hips to get comfortable, causing Mizu to moan louder. “Once I keep going, it feels better for me then—ah!” She gasped in surprise as the intense pleasurable wave that crashed through her.
An unexpected tsunami in her forbidden forest.
Akemi held onto Mizu’s strong shoulders. “Oh my god!” Her body has a mind of its own, bucking her hips on Mizu’s lap. “Mizu.”
Mizu curled his finger and gently massaged the sensitive walls. “How many men have you been with?”
“Too many to count,” Akemi whimpered when Mizu slowly added a second finger. “Oh, wow! It’s a lot!”
He leaned back slightly, now taking his time to look over Akemi’s body. Like finally realizing she was naked across his lap. “And the real number?” He reached up to fondle Akemi’s breasts.
He was gentle before roughly pinching her nipple, soothing it with his mouth. His lips pursed together, kissing Akemi's nipple, then opening his mouth wide enough to suck of them. His lips. The colors of a freshly budded blossom at the end of Spring. The princess didn't know what possessed her to lean down to capture those lips into a deep kiss. Maybe this demon was more powerful than Akemi had anticipated. He smiled into the kiss and licked inside her mouth, properly kissing the princess. Akemi moaned into it. Cupping the warrior's smooth face. Caressing his small hairs that fell over his face. Akemi's never kissed like this before.
What she thought was a duel, the samurai provided a dance partner instead. Equal in pleasures that he took while thrusting his fingers. Kissing Akemi the way a princess deserves. A hint of affection, even in a lie, Akemi opened her mouth and accepted Mizu's tongue and everything in between.
When it became too much, the princess pulled away just slightly, needing to look at Mizu again. Those eyes. Mizu was licking her nipple, looking up at her with a knowing smirk. Letting Akemi brush the hair out of their face. Mizu was absolutely beautiful. There was no other way to describe this samurai. Not just those eyes, but the skin, the warriors carefully pinned hair, everything. Akemi wanted it loose to bury her hands in them and yank Mizu closer.
Akemi moaned loudly as Mizu bit her nipple, then soothed it with his tongue.
He was so soft everywhere. Even his tongue as he kissed down Akemi's neck.
He mumbled something, "...the real number?" he repeated, looking up and smiling with satisfaction as the princess rode his hand.
Akemi’s mind was filled with nothing. She’s never felt like this before. Bringing her high above the clouds. Those bright blue eyes focused on Akemi as his thrusts grew more firm. More assured in their movement.
“One,” Akemi gasped before squeezing her eyes shut and bucked her hips forward.
"The earthquake began,
Rumbling, The tides receded,
The blue typhoons blew,"
The princess recited, causing Mizu to groan in appreciation. Akemi was rising towards her precipice.
"One," Akemi whimpered, feeling that pleasurable burn in the pit of her core.
An ember, nay, an inferno rising towards destruction.
Akemi forcefully pulled Mizu into a sloppy kiss, "...one," she whimpered into his mouth, already losing control of her own body.
It felt good, too good,
Riding Mizu’s fingers like the whore she was pretending to be. “One!” She screamed as she came.
Her entire body rigid as a tsunami hits land, before the waters slowly receded.
Akemi shivered as Mizu slowly laid her on the ground, missing that brute smile followed by the quiet, “I won.”
The mat was cold and warm at the same time.
“Turn over,” Mizu instructed. Grabbing Akemi’s hip to roughly aid her.
Akemi hissed and rolled onto her stomach, eyes widening when Mizu then grabbed her hips and lifted them. “Mizu.”
The warrior pulled out the fancy pin that held up Akemi’s hair, watching the long black hair cascade around her shoulders.
There was some shuffling of clothes. Mizu’s clothes.
Akemi was looking over her shoulder when a hand forcibly turned her away. “Keep your eyes on the wall or on the ground.”
She shivered at the command, but still obeyed. Waiting on her hands and knees. Even hearing Mizu shuffle around some more. The door opened and closed several times. Whoever stopped by probably saw the humiliating position Akemi was in and more than likely thought nothing of it.
“Mizu?” Akemi called out, feeling impatient, yet wondering why she would be bringing the samurai’s focus back to herself.
“I’m here,” Mizu whispered by her ear.
She gasped in surprise when she felt his body so close to her own. Robes still on while he hovered over the petite princess.
Akemi looked down at the floor, seeing his hand right next to hers. Then it vanished. And Akemi was forced to wait again. But didn’t have to wait too long when she felt a tongue on her. “AH! Mizu!”
Mizu groaned, “Keep saying my name like that and I’ll come back here just for you,”
Akemi vaguely heard “ugly business later”, “so glad for your company” and another muffled phrase that sounded a lot like “...when Taigen finds out.” But everything was spoken into her pussy while the samurai skillfully ate her out. Making the princess forget her own name and title.
Was there anything this samurai couldn’t do?
“You’re the best flavor I’ve had,” Mizu open mouth to gather more of Akemi.
When Akemi was panting and thrusting backwards, Mizu pulled away.
He shuffled closer, grabbing Akemi’s hips, “Whatever you do, don’t turn around, okay?”
Akemi could only let out a pathetic whimper.
Mizu chuckled softly. He stuck his fingers inside Akemi’s pussy, wiggling them in a gathering motion and quickly pulled them out. The slick finally hit Akemi’s senses.
“Demon cock,” she whispered, before realizing she said it aloud.
Mizu didn’t seem to mind, “You’re not the first to call it that.”
Maybe that’s why.
Akemi felt his breath near her cheek. “You ready for me?” He pressed his hips forward, and something firm pressed against her entrance. “My cock is so hard for you right now.”
His voice wavered just slightly, but he pressed forward, sheathing himself inside of Akemi. He grunted once their hips met. “So tight, it’s pressing against my— ungh! ” Mizu gasped at the sensation.
He pressed his forehead against Akemi’s back. Resting there while he slowly thrusted inside. “Fuck,” he whimpered not so quietly. “You feel so good,” he moaned, proving his point by roughly bucking his hips.
There was something about hearing a powerful man give into something so simple as sex. Falling slave to it.
Akemi clenched around Mizu’s cock. “Mizu!”
She could feel Mizu’s smile on her back, “Do you know what they called me back in Kohama?” Mizu’s teeth graze her shoulders while peeking to gauge her reaction.
But Akemi was long lost to the pleasures of the samurai’s gentle thrusts. “Ah!...demon?”
“Not quite.” Mizu pushed Akemi’s hair out of the way for a better view. “Generally, you’re right, but back home they—,” he grunted when Akemi pushed backwards, “...they called me a dog. Dumb, stupid, useless dog,”
Akemi felt a hand grab her neck and squeezed. “Dog?”
“And now I’m fucking his woman like one,” Mizu sneered. “Fuck!”
Akemi blinked rapidly. “What…?” Did I hear that right?
Mizu was gone.
Akemi felt cold, but then two skilled hands roughly grabbed her hips and began thrusting like a wild breeder. “Mizu! Oh my god!”
Mizu had no remark, just his own loud moans while he fucked this princess into shame. Akemi didn’t see the disgust in those beautiful eyes. Angry with himself, yet he continued to fuck her, too lost to stop now.
When he came, it was with a quiet but unmistakable, “...Akemi.”
Like the snow of Mount Kurama after a storm, the avalanche soon followed. The princess jerked forward. Face hot with embarrassment and shame. Mizu was idly holding her from behind, breathing hard from his exertion. Akemi may have felt a kiss against her warm skin.
“Mizu,” Akemi’s voice was dry and hard.
“Hm?”
“You know who I am?”
The samurai was catching his breath, but he had the audacity to laugh. “I know enough.”
Akemi tried to pull away but a hand on her throat firmly held her still. “Let go of me!”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Akemi was quick.
Grabbing a tiny pin hidden so well in her loose hair, not even the samurai noticed. She ripped it out and slammed it down on Mizu’s arm. “I said, let go of me!”
He hissed and pulled away only slightly. Slapping the pin out of her hand. It clattered on the ground. He spun Akemi around and slammed her against the wall. A much tighter grip around her neck, “You think I don’t remember you? Princess Akemi of the Tokunobu Clan.”
Akemi’s face was turning bright red, mostly from her anger as she glared at the samurai.
Mizu slowly loosened his hold while leaning in dangerously. “I’ve tasted princess before. But you’re the best one,”
Either Akemi was quicker or Mizu allowed it to happen. But the loud smack of Akemi slapping Mizu surprised neither of them. The samurai’s smile grew wider.
“You’re disgusting,”
“And you fucked me,” Mizu stepped away.
He was still fully clothed but Akemi could still see the outline of his cock. Still protruding outward, “Does this turn you on, samurai? Humiliating women?”
He looked down and folded his hands over himself. “You have nice peaches.”
Akemi frowned. “What?”
Mizu smiled. “Small joke with Ringo.” He bent down to pick up Akemi’s kimono and tossed it at her. “Here, get dressed. I do have business to attend fairly soon. It’d be best if you’re gone.”
Akemi quickly put it on, too afraid to even tie it and just desperately held it shut. Mizu stepped outside the room for only a moment, when he returned, his boner was gone. The princess looked around the room. It seemed all that waiting was Mizu getting tea from the workers.
He sat down and poured himself a cup. He held it up in Akemi’s direction. “This one isn’t drugged,” he winked before gulping it down.
I wish it was poison!
Akemi felt sick. “You knew all along who I was. That I drugged the sake,”
Mizu nodded, pouring himself a second cup.
“...and why I was here.”
The samurai appeared so uninterested in this conversation. “I actually don’t know, nor do I care why you’re here.”
“Where is Taigen?”
Mizu gently blew on the hot liquid, holding her gaze. “I left him with his life and a contract to fight,” he simply stated.
Akemi dropped to her knees in front of the samurai. “Thank you, Mizu.”
Mizu arched his brow. “Okay.”
“I could’ve killed you if I really wanted to.” Akemi took a cup filled with tea.
Mizu pressed his lips together, fighting a smile indeed. “Uh huh. I’m sure you could’ve,” he whispered.
Akemi stared into the dark liquid. Lost and found, empty and full, surrounded by servants yet completely alone. “You’re very honorable.”
This time Mizu just looked pissed. “I don’t aim to be, and I know I’m not.”
“You could’ve killed me.”
Mizu smirked. “I clearly desired other things from you.”
“You could’ve killed Taigen,” Akemi brought up, trying to regain a semblance of herself before she came here.
But now, everything before feels stained. Diluted. Without purpose. Perhaps she did offer herself to the samurai in an act of sexual humiliation. But it felt different. Akemi only has experience with Taigen and now with his greatest adversary. And if Akemi were to plainly choose—,
“You’re free to leave, Princess Akemi,” Mizu’s tone was light.
And his countenance reverted back to the shell of a burdened warrior chasing their own demons.
But Akemi saw something else this time.
“You know…”
Mizu looked up when Akemi spoken.
“I came here wanting to see what sort of power you had over Taigen. And perhaps, I too, fell victim to it. Beneath that mask you proudly wear, you’re not the monster you pretend to be.”
“My mask?”
“You’re hiding something.”
Mizu pointed to his eyes.
Akemi shook her head and glared. “It’s more than that. Maybe even a secret I’ll never learn about you. But I see it in your eyes as plain as day.”
Mizu looked away.
“You have heart and a soul.”
Mizu snarled in disgust. “And you think monsters like me have hearts? After what I did to you?”
“I know you do. I felt it.” Akemi didn’t know what she was saying, but words were out there. Spinning fabrics of honesty, loss of self, and raw contempt in this man’s world.
The samurai wore that insane sadistic smile. “You felt it, huh? While I fucked you like you were mine, Princess Akemi.”
Akemi knew why the samurai reverted to this cruel nature.
It was easier.
Never questioned.
Never accepted.
And yet,
“I was yours.”
Mizu’s smile quickly dropped.
Akemi gently set the cup on the tray and quickly got up. “For this night, I belonged to Mizu of Kohama, the Great Blue Eye Samurai of Japan.”
She bowed before quickly walking out of the room, missing the way Mizu was staring after her, touching her lips in thought. “I made a mistake.”