You werenât even supposed to stay in Okhema this long.
A brief stop. A political check-in. But Aglaeaâs nieces had found you firstâsticky hands tugging at your cloak, wide eyes begging you to play make-believe with kitchen spoons and capes stitched from old battle banners. Mydei had watched you crouch in the garden, a crown of woven twine sitting askew on your head, your voice lilting with exaggerated villainy as they giggled and âattackedâ you with wooden swords.
They call him âUncle Mydei,â too. And gods, he lets them. He smiles when they cling to his coat and ask if he can lift them âall the way up to the sun.â
And something about it breaks you.
That night, back in the guest chamber, your fingers tangle in his shirt with quiet urgency. You kiss him like youâve been holding your breath all day. Like youâre starving. Mydei doesnât ask why at first. He just respondsâstrong arms around your waist, lips on your throat, pulling you into his lap with a soft groan.
But you whisper it eventually. Against his ear. Breathless.
âI want one. I want ours.â
His breath hitches. His hands freeze on your hips. For a moment, thereâs only the sound of your pulse thudding in your ears.
Then?
His fingers tightenâjust enough to make you gasp.
âYou donât know what youâre asking for,â he rasps. âNot with me.â
âI do,â you breathe. âI want it anyway.â
Thatâs when he loses it.
He makes love to you like a man burningâkisses deep and messy, hands trembling as they slide between your thighs. He keeps murmuring things against your skin:
âSo perfect... youâd carry me so well...â
âYou want to feel me deeper? Take it all, sweet thing, take all of me...â
âIâll fill you âtil you canât think. 'Til you feel it, aching inside you...â
And he does. Again and again. Your legs shake. Your voice breaks. His thrusts slow only to make you feel every inch, then pick up again as you claw at his shoulders, begging.
He holds you open with a hand pressed firm to your belly and watches himself disappear into you.
âGonna make you a mother,â he whispers into your throat. âGonna make you mine in a way no god can take away.â
By the time he finally fills youâhot, deep, with a gasp of your nameâyouâre already gone. Eyes glazed, moaning his name like a vow.
And even afterward, as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, he murmursâ
âIf we had one... theyâd have your laugh. Theyâd never have to wonder if theyâre loved. Not if itâs you.â
You fall asleep with his hand still resting over your lower belly. Protective. Possessive. Hopeful.
ft. harada sanosuke, saito hajime, hijikata toshizo, okita souji, heisuke todo, nagakura shinpachi, and yamazaki susumu
HARADA SANOSUKE â
âAww, câmon, sweetheartâŚâ
He coos, but doesnât slow down, spearing you deeper with every thrust.
âThat little sniffleâfuckâitâs makinâ me even harder.â
You whine something incoherent and he grins like a devil.
âWhat is it? Too much?â He cups your face, thumbs brushing your tear-streaked cheeks.
âThen whyâs this pussy still suckinâ me in like that?â
SAITO HAJIME â
âTears again?â he murmurs, not even out of breath.
âYouâre trembling.â
He doesnât stop. Doesnât soften. Just leans in close and watches you fall apart.
âDonât cry. Youâll only embarrass yourself.â
But his voice dips lower. His thrusts slow, just for a second.
â...Unless thatâs what you want.â
HIJIKATA TOSHIZĹ â
âTch. Crying already?â
His voice is low, sharp, commanding. But his hand brushes your hair back gently.
âDidnât I warn you not to bite off more than you can take?â
You sob out his name and he growls.
âNo. Use your words, little one. Tell meâdo you want me to stop?â
You shake your head.
He smirks darkly.
âGood girl.â
OKITA SOUJI â
âOh, are you crying?â he gasps with that too-sweet smile.
He doesnât slowâif anything, he gets meaner, sharper.
âYou look so pretty like this. All red-eyed and drooling for me.â
You babble something broken and soft.
âWhat was that?â He tilts his head.
âBeg again. Câmon. Say you want it while you cry.â
TĹDĹ HEISUKE â
âYouâre s-sobbing,â he pants, watching tears roll down your cheeks.
âGod, thatâs hotâŚâ
He nearly whimpers himself, rutting harder.
âIs it too much? Should I stop?â
You cling to him and cry out.
âF-fuck, no, Iâm not stoppingââ
âYouâre gonna cry all night if I keep fucking you like this, huh?â
NAGAKURA SHINPACHI â (Goes feral when you whine and cry)
âAwwww, donât get all weepy on me now,â he coosâbut heâs breathless, wild-eyed.
âYou were talkinâ back just ten minutes ago.â
You hiccup through a moan, overwhelmed and shaking.
âLook at you now,â he groans. âSo fucked-out and tearinâ up just from this dick.â
âI should record this.â
YAMAZAKI SUSUMU â
âDonât cry.â
His voice is flat, but his grip is bruising.
âYouâre doing so well. Let me ruin you a little more.â
You sob out his name and he tilts your chin up.
âEyes on me,â he orders softly.
âI want to see every tear while I make you forget how to speak.