Miracle Water

Nobunaga ignored all of my protests as he carried me to the room we would be staying in. When he layers me down on the futon I didn't have a moment before he was climbing on top of me, kissing my chest while working to untie the red and gold obi around my waist. "You must be sore from the ride. Let me sooth your body." He said as he sat up to pull the obi away and begin parting the fabric of my kimono.

"Isn't that what the hot springs are supposed to do?" I asked before he lifted fabric and unveiled my breasts.

"I don't know if the waters here are up to the task of soothing the shoulders that carrie these." He said as he pulled away the fabric. I giggled at his words which made him smile. "I love it when you do that. It's like chimes in the wind before a storm." He said with gentle eyes.

I reached up to begin undressing him. He moved to allow me to sit up and kiss him. "Nobu—" I moaned in his ear. "I really would like to use the hot spring."

He grumbled. "As would I. But the hours without you next me on this ride has created a great need for you."

I rubbed my nose against his. "Who said anything about leaving your side? Let's enjoy the waters and let our sore muscles ease, and then we stay up all night playing whatever games you want."

"We will play Go then. And who ever loses— has to—" he rubbed his chin with his forefinger as he thought and a playful smile spread across his lips. "The loser must do whatever the other requests." His eyes flicker with mischief when he speaks of his wager.

"Deal. As long as we also eat and drink somewhere in there." I kissed him before rising and leading him to wash ourselves.

At the end he of the water he picked me up, one arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulders and I instinctually wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the curve where it meets his shoulders. He let my legs go, once he sat against the edge, his arm around my shoulder relaxed but he still cradled me next to him. I rest my head back against his arm and let the waters pull the tension from my limbs and slowly begin sinking into near meditation.

His words are smooth and thick with admiration. "I should commission a painting of your face like this." His comment brings smile to my already warm face from the water. He was satisfied that I was close enough to him and relaxed enough to lift his other arm on the ledge and leaned his own head back and allow his body to relax a bit.

After awhile I leaned in to rest my head on his shoulder and I noticed a large scar on his chest. "How did you get this?" I asked, pulling him out of his relaxed day dreaming as I traced the scar with a finger.

His eyes darkened. "My brother." His voice was low and angry.

"Tell me the story." I said as I adjust onto his lap, bringing my legs to either side of him. "You know the story of my scars. Tell me one of yours." I persuade.

A low chuckle grew from his chest. "When I was just beginning this entire campaign to unify Japan, my council was small. My older brother and Mitsuhide. I trusted them both completely. Soon after gaining Hideyoshi he came to me to tell me of my brother's betrayal—" His brows knit as he struggled to communicate his emotions. "We met on the battle field. He was a very skilled fighter— he trained me— " his eyes dropped to the water between us.

"You had to cut him down..." I whispered as I ran my finger down the scar again.

"Yes." His eyes lifted again, straight ahead and cold over my shoulder. I reached for his face to lead his gaze to me. I spoke in a gentle and understanding tone. "Some dreams require great sacrifices." I pulled him into a kiss.

He picked me up, my limbs wrapped around him as he held my thighs and stood to exit the water. "I'm not sure I deserve you." He said in the space before another kiss.

A fire was already going in our room when we entered wrapped in robes and still emitting heat from the water and our kiss. He had my hand firmly in his grasp as he pulled me into the room and once he was seated onto his lap. "Did the water help?" He asked as he kissed my shoulder.

"Yes. I feel very relaxed." I said as I reached forward to grab food.

"Hurry and eat. We have a game to play." He said as I sat back next to him instead of back in his lap.

Before he took his first bite he rang for staff and instructed them to bring the goban and pieces for the game. I ate from the variety of fruits and meat brought to us until I was satiated. When he noticed that I had stopped he stopped and set up the game.

"You don't seem intimidated." He started when I sat across from him as he pressed his first piece between his fingers and rested it to his bottom lip with a smile so lustful it's sure to be a sin to look at it.

I've heard that he is unbeatable at this game in Azuchi but he has never played a Satomi. Any time my father was home from battle or political travels we played. He always beat me, and I never stopped practicing, or learning how to play better. I have read over every account of Nobunaga's war tactics, i have him beat before the game even begins.

When the inevitable happens and I let him win, to protect his ego for now, the game actually started. I swallowed a full cup of sake before relenting. "You beat me."

He looked irritated. "You let me." One eyebrow raised. "Why?"

I lifted my own eyebrow. "I'm curious what you'll have me do." The smirk on my face matched his own.

His eyes sparkled with interest. "Are you sure you're ready to obey me, without any complaint?"

I felt sparks in my limbs at this idea. "Yes— master."

The low chuckle that came from him was like the rumble of approaching horses. His devilish smile as he summoned staff made me feel a mix of nervous and excited.

The staff asked how they could assist. "Bring my biwa."

When they scurried off to comply I hesitantly spoke. "Nobu?"

"I've been able to bring your voice back, but I have yet to see your new dancing." He went to the futon and lay down against a wall of pillows facing me.

My head dropped a bit and hands started to shake a bit along with my voice. "Nobu— I haven't really been able to—"

"I'm aware. Your instructor reports to me." His eyes looked devious when I rose to meet them with anger.

While I waited for his biwa to arrive I drank two more cups of sake, I would have gotten a third of he hadn't taken the bottle from me and drank directly from it once he was laying back down.

He dismissed the staff as soon as he received the instrument.

"Rina—" his voice was tense. "You said without complaints."

With my back turned, cheeks hot from the alcohol, I stood and walked to the front of the futon. A rage was threatening to steal my senses as I took up the spot I would begin the dance. I would hardly call them lessons, the instructor hardly corrects me, he constantly asks me which movements feel right. I lie, I tell him I can still do certain bends but when he sees me wince he stops the music and sighs before leaving the room, returning with red cheeks from the sake he keeps in the other room.

"Ready?" Nobunaga asked with a pleasant smile.

"No." I scowled. "You may begin."

The song was not one I was very familiar with but I was able to find movements that fit. When I bent and sway in certain ways that had hurt still at my last practice I was surprised. There were still aches, but nothing felt like a sharp twang in my muscles or knife in my knees. When the song was finished the pleased laugh from Nobunaga replaces the music in the room.

"How— what— what have you done?" I asked as I charged up to him and quickly mount his hips, he's already aroused from watching me.

"It wasn't me. Directly anyway. From the moment we brought you back Ieyasu with Mitsunari's aid have been researching ways to help. For the last few weeks your food and drink has been—" he searched for the word as I held back the desire to slap him. "Enhanced. Special oils and herbs. I sometimes wonder if those two aren't involved in Magic's." He laughed as he set the biwa to the side of the futon.

"No! Pick it back up." I demanded.

"Oh? Would my Phoenix like to fly again?" His words playful and lite as I climb off of him.

"How did you know it would work now? I was still unable to move this way before the wedding." My eyes squinted at him.

"The hot spring. Ieyasu said that if there was a way to get your muscles to relax it might help." It was then i noticed the relief in his rose colored eyes and felt a sense of gratefulness.

I slowly undid the knot on my robe and slid the fabric down my shoulders. "Begin— please. This time, something slower."

He began to strum, biting his lip as I teased him with peaks of my naked body. He did an adequate job at staying focused on his tune, even when my first breast was revealed only well trained musicians and dancers would notice the hesitation. By the time the dance was over he looked like a wild tiger ready to pounce an a long awaited prey and his robe was greatly disturbed by his desire. From where I finished my dance I got down on my hands and knees and crawled towards him. I ran my hands from his feet to his hips. I ripped open his robe, inciting a laugh from him before pleased moan as I dropped my mouth of him. I gagged before my lips could reach the base of him, which seemed to please him even more. I was drooling profusely and used that extra saliva to glide my pale hands around whatever wouldn't fit into my inadequate mouth.

The "aha"'s and "uh"'s my hands and mouth can make him create with his deep velvety voice are the most beautiful notes of music to my heart. I cannot decide if it's his vocalizations or the way his subtle hip thrusts cause a momentary gag that are making my eyes tear up. I agree that both are responsible. It only takes a moment of my ministrations before I taste a small amount of his release on the back of my pallet. I hum at the subtly sweet taste of him, causing his hips to jolt further into my mouth and I gag before pulling him out. My hands continue to work him as I catch my breath with a string of saliva still keeping my lips attached to the tip of him. He looked down when I pulled out, eyes half lidded when they aren't shuttering from my movements.

He groans his words. "Rina, give me your thighs." My eyebrows knit as I try to give him what he wants without my hands leaving their work. I moved to the side and as soon as he could reach for me he moved my thighs to be on either side of his face which is now directly under my damp folds. His voice is hungry as his hands spread me so he can see even more. "Mmm. I've never seen a more stunning piece of art." He kisses and nips at the outer folds before parting the gates with a gentle stroke of his tongue from my clit to the opening where his tongue can dive. My body feels a flood of heat as his tongue pushes in further and swirls inside of me, all the while his fingers have found the sensitive nub that makes my vision dance. I fail miserable to focus on his pleasure for a moment, he's so much more experienced at this that I am, and in this moment it's showing. He doesn't really seem to mind and I attempt to please him despite my gasping and moaning. His face pulled away and for that brief moment I had enough sense to pull him back into my mouth. It felt like not even a second passed though before he started to press a finger inside of and I moaned with him in my mouth as that finger curled and pressed against the spot that causes sparks to fly in my mind. It takes extra effort to pull him deeper into my mouth and maintain suction when I pull him away over and over again, especially as he stretches me with a second finger, but I want to badly to keep up with him that do. I somehow manage to make him grunt and moan as much as he is making me.

"You're doing— ah— ugh— Rina— You're doing so well." His other hand begins stroking the soft skin of my rear, moving ever so close to another hole. "Does my phoenix think she can hand some more?" He asks, his nails lightly raking the skin now, radiating even more heat through my lower body. I manage a strangled "mhm" with half of him still filling my mouth before pushing my face back down onto him. The little tears that had started to form fell and left little trails of water down my cheeks as he added a third finger. I had to pull away to let out the moan I knew he would want to hear as he slowly pumped and curled. A new sounds entered our orchestra; sloshing. Is that me? He's he making that sound with my fluids? I start panting as my head rests on his shin. I've left my worship completely behind when my hands start to claw at the futon. I'm so distracted by what he is doing with those three fingers I hardly take not of the saliva he has polled at the base of my spin and is now using the pad of his thumb to swirl around my back gate. I do take notice when I feel his other finger press against it and I tense. His lips press to my seat before he speaks. "Relax into me Rina." I trust him. I take in a deep breath before willingly obeying his instructions, evening pushing my hips back towards him with an aching "Ngahh!"

I adjust quickly, surprised by how my body and mind respond to his movements. He carefully pulls himself out from underneath me and before I can miss his fingers he pushes his length fully into me in one swift motion that receives a near guttural moan from me. With his finger still inside the other hole he grips my other hip and we start a new movement to our dance. The angle, the strength, its all adding up to him building my climax. My toes curl and flex against the blankets as I come undone for him. He takes that wave to add a second finger, which I don't even care about at this point since all I can see is the universe, all I can hear our pleasure moans, and all I can smell is the salty sweat from my upper lip.

When he finishes we curl up together on the futon. "I love you Nobu." I whisper with my ear against his chest so I can hear his strong heart beat begin to calm again.

"I love you Rina." He whispers as he kisses the top of my head. I know he's fallen asleep when he suddenly stops stroking my back with his thumb and I'm not that far behind him as the steady thrum of his heart sends me sleep.