Hello!! 💗 How many kids do you think the holy knights/gorosei would want?? Would they be biased towards any feature/gender?
[ I've spoken about my headcanons for their preferences a few times, but here's a neat little list! ]
[ Gorosei / Knights x Fem! Reader ]
🎀 |Characters Included: Shamrock | Garling | Sommers | Killingham | Ju Peter | Nusjuro
[ Shamrock ☘️ ]
Shamrock is very apprehensive about having children and doesn’t believe that he can be a good father, but he knows that his father would be disappointed if he didn’t sire at least one male heir.
When he finds the right partner, someone he loves deeply, not any of the ladies Garling presents him with, he slowly starts enjoying the idea of a family more and more. Maybe caring for his kids will help him heal his own inner child. At least he hopes so.
To satisfy his father he requires you to bear a son for him, but if your first born is a girl, you'll be surprised to see that Shamrock is just as happy and proud. It doesn’t matter to him if you gift him a healthy boy or a pair of twin daughters, he will love and protect them all equally.
As for features, Shamrock would find it adorable if his girls looked just like you.
[ Figarland Garling 🌙 ]
Garling dreams of having a big family. The twins were only the beginning, what he truly desires is an army of young knights he can shape and mould in his image. Brave soldiers who will help him to remain in power and ensure the bloodline continues. Ten or even twelve. As many as you can carry.
You'll be the lucky vessel to fulfill his wish. In return, Garling will care for you through all your pregnancies, he worships your body as it changes and grows more fond of you with every child you bear in his name.
Naturally, he prefers boys, but after his first daughter is born, he becomes the most overprotective ( toxic ) girl dad.
Garling hopes his sons will be born a bit heavier and bigger than most normal babies, so of course he will feed you extra portions and have multiple doctors checking your health every few days.
[ Shepherd Sommers 🥀 ]
Since the rest of the Shepherd family breeds like rabbits, Sommers isn’t too stressed about having his own heirs any time soon. He enjoys his peace and quiet after missions, often spent at your side in his dungeon or the gardens. A couple of unruly brats would give him a headache … but he can’t deny that he'd love to see you full of his child.
The pain you'd go through during your pregnancy fascinates him, he watches you shift around in bed, desperate to find a comfortable position. He lets you suffer from time to time, soaking in your despair as he kisses your bittersweet tears away. When he grows bored of your torment, he brings you some medicine and lets you sit in his lap.
Sommers would be satisfied with a girl or boy, either way he's going to teach them about his unique philosophies and raise them to be clever and cunning. He will be much softer with a daughter though.
He would love it if one of his children inherits his ginger hair.
[ Killingham 🐉💭 ]
Killingham only wants one child with you so he can spoil his little prince or princess absolutely rotten. From tons of sweets to any toy they could possibly ask for and the most wonderful of dreams every night. He doesn’t mind if the baby sleeps in the bed with you two, that way he can keep watch over their dreams and protect them from any nightmares.
There's no gender bias since he knows that wether it'll be a girl or boy, they'll make an excellent future Knight of God! With his help and guidance of course.
He won't be able to stop gushing about your baby's eyes if they shimmer in the same pretty colors as yours.
[ Shepherd Ju Peter 🐏 ]
In his many years of living on this earth he's had a few children with different wives, but the love he feels for you is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. He's overcome with the need to sire more heirs soon after your marriage. The doctors don’t give him much hope that it'll happen … until one day you prove them all wrong.
Ju Peter would not mind a pair of twins or triplets, he's used to being around a lot of children at once — the family gatherings of the Shepherds are always huge. He'll be a calm and collected father, sometimes stern and on rare occasions pretty lax.
The Elder finds daughters to be much more pleasant than boys.
[ Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro 🐎 ]
Nusjuro views having children as simply a natural part of life, something that he should not prevent after taking you as his wife. Unless you vehemently fight against being bred, he will have as many as the spirits bless you with. As the partner of an Elder, you will want for nothing during your pregnancies and always be spoiled.
However, he understands that your human body needs to recover. If necessary, Nusjuro will exercise some discipline and keep his hands off you so your children may grow before he chooses to have another one with you.
The gender hardly matters when it comes to how he plans to raise his little ones. He will teach them how to wield a sword as soon as they can stand on their own feet.
He hopes none of his babies inherit his poor eyesight.
Hope you enjoyed! <33 Some short headcanons before bed can never hurt.
tags: power imbalance, age gap, slavery, celestial dragon crimes, spanking, zoan form, mostly consensual, slight yandere tendencies- who knew that your wish to face a demon would lead you into the arms of the world elite?
[ note: This is a commission for the lovely @toastvogel ! ✨ Thanks again for trusting me with your man. Hope you enjoy! ]
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[ How it all began … ]
• Fate had never been kind to you. It all began with a childhood lived in poverty on an island so far away from any other, that no ships ever docked on the harbor of your village except for the fishing boats. You spent your early years helping your family wherever you could to earn a living, but in those few breaks you found between working in the fields and begging for gold, you had developed a fascination for the strange and occult.
You spent what little money you could keep to yourself on all the old, torn-up books you would find. Some of them were hand written in ink so many years ago that they were barely decipherable, others had beautiful, but terrifying water-color paintings of ghosts and demons alike.
Reading through them kept you up late into the night. Your thoughts wandered, you found yourself dreaming of coming face to face with one of these harrowing creatures. Yōkai, that's what the heavy, leather-bound encyclopedia called them.
When you sat outside in the fields with the book in your lap, you remembered looking up at the sky and wondering if you'd ever get the chance to go on an adventure. To delve into the world of cursed spirits yourself, to see what no one has seen before you.
Deep down you knew you would never truly be happy unless you left this dreadful place. Without a ship or money however, you were stuck here. Forever.
• One night the church bells rang and tore you and your family from your slumber. You immediately ran outside to see what the reason for the alarm was, only to be met with the sight of flames spreading across the roofs of all houses and farms around you. An ocean of fire, continuously spreading and chasing the villagers out towards the beach.
Terrified and confused, you ran back inside to warn your family. In the chaos you felt desperate for something to hold onto, you hurried to fetch a few of your books and stuffed them in your bag so they'd be spared from the flames.
Upon arriving at the beach, you noticed that all fishing boats were gone … replaced by large marine vessels. A white flag with a blue cross waved on their poles, you didn’t recognize it, but you instantly knew the symbol meant no good.
Soldiers descended from the ships, they barked orders out and you followed along with the other men and women who were standing barefoot in the wet sand. A few of them had begun to pray, others held their children in fear and you … you clung to your books, to the hopes and dreams you still had.
"All men to the left and women to the right!" A captain yelled, when the villagers refused to split apart their families, the marine soldiers forced them to with their spears and rifles.
You tried to wave goodbye to your father, but he was already being dragged away by the time you finally saw him in the crowd. Scared, you tried to stick close to your mother. It didn’t take long before the panic that broke out among the people caused you to lose sight of her and all your sisters.
By the time the soldiers lead you and the other women onto their ship, you were all on your own, with nothing but your books.
You only looked over your shoulder once to see your home swallowed by flames, then you were brought under deck and trapped in complete darkness with hundreds of voices - crying, screaming, praying.
Was this how the adventure you had always dreamed of would begin?
• After what felt like an eternity of crouching in the shadows, rocked to sleep each night by the storms raging outside at sea, you saw the sun again. The marines had brought you to an archipelago of islands, the one you had docked at was directly beneath a tall mountain range - it must have been the Red Line you had heard about in one of the legends in your books.
You and the other women had to step onto a strange looking boat which turned out to be a lift slowly taking you up the mountain. You tried to avoid looking down, but just by how long it took to get up there, you knew you'd soon be above the clouds.
The air up here was thin, but even stranger were the people who lived on top of the mountain. They all wore white bodysuits and eccentric hairstyles, rode on the back of horses or … people. You looked over to your left and saw dozens of men and women dressed in filthy rags, sweating in the unforgiving sun as they worked on constructing a temple.
So this is why they had brought you here. As a slave.
You felt your stomach twist and churn as if you had just realized you were about to be eaten. There was no turning back, the lift had already went down again and you were standing between the deadly cliff and your doomed fate as a slave.
You were waiting in line for your turn to be judged by the knights who stopped in front of each woman and pointed left or right. Your fingers traced the leather of the books, you had never been faithful, but in dire times like these you caught yourself praying for fate to be kind. Just this once.
"Left, right, right …," the blond man mumbled to himself and the guards accompanying him dragged the women away no matter how much they protested.
Now it was your turn. You took a deep breath and stared straight ahead at the knight, swallowing all your fear and showing him how determined you were to live.
He paused and let his sharp eyes rake over your body from your hair to your toes, something about you must’ve stuck out to him, because he pointed neither right nor left.
"What’s with the old books?" The knight asked, sounding slightly amused.
" … I didn’t want to leave them behind, they mean a lot to me," you explained.
"How touching," the blond man scoffed, "You must be a strange one to bring trash to a place like this."
You refused to entertain him any further and just stared straight into his eyes. His laughter died down and he waved his hands at the guards.
"I know who might find her odd behavior entertaining, bring her to the castle," he ordered and the men obeyed, grabbing your arms and causing you to nearly drop your books, which made the knight grin.
• Instead of a labor slave who helped to build the temple of these strange people, you were tasked with looking after the library inside the castle. The building was so big, that you often got lost when walking from your sleep chamber in the dungeons to the library, which itself was spacious enough to fit an entire village of people.
A few servants worked alongside you, sorting books which you never knew the origins of and dusting off the hundreds of shelves crammed into the many tall rooms.
You learned a lot about your new masters during that time.
The Celestial Dragons saw themselves as the Gods of the world and viewed anyone who wasn’t born within the pearly gates of Marie Geoise as scum, filthy insects they could squash underneath their boots without fear of any consequences. Most of them were too lazy to ever set foot into the biggest library of the holy city, but the few who did, either ignored you entirely or treated you with polite distance.
This wasn’t how you had imagined your first voyage out into the world at all, but every time you looked through the windows and saw the gruesome fate of all those who had to carry stones upon their broken backs, you thanked whichever God had heard your prayer that you were still alive. But with each passing day you grew more anxious that your family would never find you again.
[ Your first meeting … ]
• You climbed up a tall ladder with a few books balanced on your right hand as you made your way up the shelf. Just as you were leaning over to place the books where they belonged, you noticed that you were losing your balance. Knowing that the fall would be steep enough to break your neck, you struggled to hold back onto the ladder, but it was hopeless.
With a loud scream you fell backwards towards the hard wooden floor.
Fearing this would be your end, you closed your eyes and hoped for the pain to be over quickly.
When you landed you were surprised at how soft the ground felt. You blinked slowly, blinded by the light of the chandelier hanging above you, it took a moment before you realized you were gazing up at the man who had caught you.
"You shouldn’t be so careless when you’re up that high," the old man scolded you as you were lying in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I must have been daydreaming again," you replied with a nervous chuckle.
The old man raised a brow and looked you over in silence, you tilted your head and waited for him to say something. His long, white beard made it impossible for you to tell if he was smiling or frowning at you, but when you squinted your eyes at him, it finally dawned on you whose arms you had fallen into.
"Oh- Oh! Forgive me," you blurted out and tried to climb out of his hold.
Not just the arms of anyone, no, the arms of one the Five Elders. The highest known authority of all humanity, five men whose appearances were so rare outside of Pangea Castle that many people believed them to be legends.
"You foolish thing, are you trying to get yourself hurt once more?" Saint Mars noted and shook his head before he bent down to help your feet back on the ground.
Without needing to be told, you fell to your knees and pressed your forehead against the wooden floor to his feet, begging for forgiveness.
"I promise to be more careful from now on, something like this will never happen again, my Lord!"
The Saint folded his hands behind his back and slowly walked past you, you followed him with your eyes and held your breath in fear. He was quite the tall man, and although his shoulders weren’t as broad as those of the knights, he radiated an impressive strength. You supposed it only made sense for the rulers of the Gods and the whole world to have a powerful aura surrounding them at all times.
"Come with me, show me which books you'd consider worthy of my time," he instructed you without waiting to see if you'd follow.
You were back on your feet as soon as he had finished speaking, then you lifted the skirt of your dress and caught up with Saint Mars as he walked through the library's many halls.
"Well, if I may ask, what sort of books would you fancy, my Lord? I'm sure someone of your standing already knows everything there is to know," you told him earnestly.
The Saint stroked through his beard and suddenly stopped.
"Then present your favorite books to me, do not fret over what my old eyes might have already seen," he suggested and left you feeling quite confused.
Nonetheless, you lead the Elder to the section in which you spent most of your time - a tall shelf carved from dark wood containing all books and stories of the occult and otherworldly. You weren’t sure if the Saint would find any of this nonsense entertaining, but if you were going to follow his commands, you'd at least be truthful.
"Here, my Lord," you said and bowed.
Saint Mars seemed to be waiting for you to pick a book, you craned your neck to get a better overview of all them. You found just what you were looking for, but unfortunately it was out of your reach and your ladder still on other side of the library.
"It's riiiiight up there-" You told him and pointed upwards.
The older man suddenly placed his hands on your waist and gave it a light squeeze, a faint gasp left your lips as you were lifted up by Saint Mars like you weighed nothing. Thanks to his strength you most likely didn’t, you couldn’t help but turn red out of sheer embarrassment.
With shaky hands you pulled out the book and nodded towards the Saint so he'd slowly place you back down.
• The afternoon sun fell through the tall windows of the library when you sat down across from the noble and watched him turn through the worn out pages. He remained silent for a while, you tried to sit somewhat comfortably without appearing careless in his presence. Never before had you thought you'd one day be watching one of the men who controls the world as he flips through an old book that once belonged to you.
And as shameful as the thought was, you wished to move closer towards him. You checked twice to make sure he was busy reading, then scooted closer by just a few inches. Now you could pick up on the faint scent of his perfume clinging to the luxurious fabric of his suit, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
When you opened them again you caught him looking over at you.
"This book, I don’t recall ever seeing it here before," he told you.
"Well, I brought it with me when I was kidnapped- I mean … when I came here," you elaborated and tried to smile through your slip-up.
Saint Mars' fingers tapped against the back of the book as if he was thinking something over.
"Odd for the daughter of a farmer to be fascinated by something many would consider disturbing," he noted and closed the book.
"You know who I am?" The question spilled from your lips before you could silence yourself, but fortunately Saint Mars didn’t seem to mind.
"No one walks these sacred halls without my knowledge. I was told by my servants that you had brought these books with you, holding onto them like a family heirloom."
"Well, when you put it like that, my Lord … it's true," you answered. "I'm very fortunate to work here, if I was to work outside the castle, I wouldn’t have been able to keep these books close."
The noble hummed in agreement.
"Very well," he sighed as he rose to his feet, "I shall return to my duties now. And you, be mindful of how high up you climb as you dream."
"Yes, my Lord. I will." You swore you had seen the hint of a smile on his face, perhaps it was your imagination playing tricks on you, but either way, you felt a fluttering in your stomach after the Elder had walked away.
[ To be with him … ]
• Saint Mars would return to the library every day as soon as the sun began to set and the rooms were basked in shades of orange and red. He ordered you to sit with him and to show him a different book each day so the two of you could speak about it. If you pretended that he wasn’t a God, you almost felt as if you were growing closer to him.
But the reality of you being a slave and the Saint being … well, a Saint, gnawed away at your short lived comfort.
The other servants working at the library eyed you with great suspicion, fearing that they'd catch the eyes of the Elder and possible his ire, they kept their distance from you. You were on your own most of the time, only when the Lord visited did you have someone to speak with.
You looked forward to each meeting. You greeted him with a bow and a smile, one that was once done out of fear but now meant in earnest excitement.
"Welcome, Saint Mars!" You were waiting for him at the entrance and he handed you his coat, when you turned away to hang it up you briefly buried your nose in it - hoping he wouldn’t notice.
Truly, he also smelled like a deity.
"Is there something wrong, little one?" He asked and you hastily hung up the coat.
"No! Not at all, my Lord!"
• These visits continued for many weeks until the overseer of the library told you that your service was no longer required. Your heartbreak did not last long, because another slave brought you an envelope.
The text was written in the finest cursive with a feather and ink, there was a hint of bergamot scent infused into the paper and you immediately knew who the author was.
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Wait for me in your chambers tonight. Do not be afraid.
And I advise you to bring your books.
( There was an unreadable signature under the short note. )
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Equipped with your books and fearful excitement, you waited all day in your sleeping chamber.
Unfortunately it was not the Saint himself who fetched you but one of his private servants. He lead you through the castle, leading you up stairs which you had never been allowed to climb before.
The man finally stopped after a long march and opened a door for you. Behind it waited the bedroom of your dreams, spacious yet cozy and beautifully decorated. Most notably of all, it came with three book shelves, all filled with a collection worthy of a small library.
Speechless and in awe you slowly stepped towards the queen-sized bed and knelt down on the soft mattress.
" … I take it that you enjoy your new place," a familiar voice came from the door and you turned around to see Saint Mars with his arms behind his back.
"My Lord! Yes, I do, it's … wonderful. But may I ask, why?" You regretted to have questioned his decision.
Sooner than you expected the Saint was standing behind you and rested his hand on the back of your head.
"I can not bear to see a pure soul like you rot away with the other slaves any longer. So I have decided to bring you up here, where only the Gods and their most precious belongings reside," he confessed, stroking the back of his hand over your face.
"Are you sure that I deserve this?" You wondered.
"Are you doubting the decision of your God?" Saint Mars sneered.
You felt his grip tightening as he brought his hand upon your neck, but you did not flinch away.
"No, my Lord. I only have to thank you," you whispered.
"Good girl," he praised you for the first time and you felt something inside you grow hot. "Now rest, you will begin your new duties by sunrise."
You nodded and only stopped when Saint Mars placed a faint kiss on your forehead and you briefly wondered if you were beginning to lose track of reality.
[ … and what it meant to serve him. ]
• Your "new duties" turned out to be a lot stranger than you had initially thought. Now you had become far more than some mild afternoon entertainment, you were ordered to be the shadow of the God who had chose you. No matter where Saint Mars went, sitting in his study, walking through the castle gardens or entering the Room of Authority where he'd make you kneel in front of the door so you waited for him like a dog.
The Saint had not only grown found of you as a reading companion, he had developed a deep obsession with you. Naturally, he didn’t outright tell you just how much he desired to have you by his side, but his actions alone were enough.
He never ate without you sitting in his lap, he hardly picked up his feather to write if you weren’t sitting under the desk so you could rest your head on his thigh and rub your face against his crotch.
• It hadn’t taken long before this arrangement had turned intimate. One of the first few nights on the higher levels of the castle, Saint Mars visited you after he had ordered you to put on a set of dark red lingerie and wait for him on your bed.
He found you already on your hands and knees, breathing heavily as you anticipated his first move. The noble gazed at your body as if he had never seen something quite as beautiful before.
"Magnificent. I find it hard to believe you’re of mortal descent, your body belongs to that of a goddess," Mars growled, his voice sounded so much more intimidating than it usually did, "Turn around, spread your legs for me, tonight you will no longer be a slave."
When he entered you for the first time, you could only stare at him with wide eyes. The sensation of his cock buried between your folds left your whole body shivering, your purrs turned into moans which seemed to spur him on to thrust inside of you.
"Saint," you mumbled, hardly able to speak through the sounds of pleasure leaving your tongue.
"Shh, quiet, little one. This is no time for words," the noble reminded you and moved his finger between your legs so he could tease your already overstimulated clit.
The sex with him was breathtaking, he was gentle when he wanted to be and harsher when you begged for it like the good girl you were. His beard tickled your face when he kissed you, but you did not mind having a few hairs trapped between your lips when he claimed you with his tongue. You could hardly believe Saint Mars was rumored to be hundreds of years old, what ancient man could be so enduring in bed?
There was not a sliver of doubt left in your mind that you were warming the bed of an otherworldly being. One not much unlike those you loved to read about.
But as you were exhausted and close to passing out with Mars' arm wrapped around your body and his dick still nesting inside your cunt, you couldn’t have known that you’d soon discover just how much your God resembled a demon.
• During your service you came across all of the other Elders. Although you weren’t allowed to join during meetings, much to your master's dismay, you met the Gods during smaller and bigger gatherings held at the castle. Among the nobles you felt rather uncomfortable, the only safe place was at Mars' side and he seemed to agree.
"Do not speak with anyone, you are here to be seen and not to be heard," he reminded you sharply after placing a collar around your neck which signaled to all other Celestials that you belonged to a man who would execute hundreds to ensure your safety.
"Yes, sir," you replied quietly. Mars had wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a kiss.
"Don’t be saddened, after we leave we will have the rest of the night to ourselves," he assured you right before you entered the dancing hall.
As usual, your master had put you into the most stunning dress in the entire room. It shimmered in all colors of the rainbow and suited you like a glove thanks to the dozens of tailors who had worked tirelessly to perfect it. You admitted that it was a bit over the top, considering most women, even the wives of holy knights, were donning much more muted colors, but being the object of desire of the world’s highest elite had its perks.
No one could ridicule you without the fear of punishment.
Except for the other Elders.
As you followed Saint Mars around and did your best to look pretty for him, you overheard the other Gorosei speak of your briefly.
"I can not fathom how one can grow so attached to an insect," Saturn scoffed and waited for his food to be tasted by a slave before he took the first bite.
"I hope it won’t distract him from his work," Warcury hummed in agreement and waved his fork around.
"I don’t expect either of you two to understand, but perhaps you could use a girl like her too," Saint Shepherd commented and sipped on his wine as his fellow Elders shook their heads in disbelief.
"Mars hasn’t neglected his duties even once, I see no reason to interfere," Nusjuro added and all four men continued with their dinner.
• After the party was over, Mars carried you upstairs into your chambers where he helped to undress you and placed you in front of the mirror so he could marvel at your body from all angles. His hands explored every fold and tiny bit of fat on your body, anywhere he could squeeze and feel how soft you were compared to him.
"Tell me, doll, if you could wish for one thing, what would it be?" He asked you and pressed himself against your back.
You stared at your own reflection and for a brief second you were taken back to your hometown before the flames had stolen it. You remembered sitting in the fields, watching the clouds, dreaming of traveling the world and discovering if all those myths in your books were true or not.
"It's rather silly," you admitted, parting your lips so the old man could kiss you.
"That was an order," he reminded you.
"Well, if I could wish for anything … then I'd like to meet a Yōkai, I want to see if they’re as terrifying as the pictures I’ve seen in my books! It must be fascinating to stand before a creature you thought could only live in nightmares. The fear, the adrenaline, my own curiosity that would get the best of me-!" You told him enthusiastically, feeling your heart drum in your chest as you put your hands over it.
Saint Mars stayed silent and continued to listen to you ramble about those cursed spirits you begged to see. You thought he was only using the time to enjoy the view of your naked flesh, but in reality, he was considering if you were truly ready to have your wish fulfilled.
"Are you certain this is your greatest desire?" He asked again, cupping your face with both of his hands.
"Yes," you proclaimed, leaving no room for discussion.
"Very well then," Mars said with a click of his tongue.
• A few nights later he returned from a long meeting with the other Gorosei and brought a coat for you with him.
"Here, put this on, we will be leaving the castle tonight," he instructed.
The coat turned out to belong to him, it was much too big for you, but as you wrapped it around your body you realized that you had never felt so safe and protected before. With Mars' hand on your back, the two of you left Pangea Castle for the first time since you had been brought to the library.
You enjoyed the fresh air and the sight of the starry sky as the Saint walked you through the empty streets of Marie Geoise.
Eventually you reached the cliffside where you had taken your first steps as a slave. Saint Mars kept his arms around you tight, knowing him he probably feared that you'd be too clumsy and fall down into the ocean below.
"I’ve decided to make your dream come true, but I can not promise you that you’ll enjoy the sight of it. No sane mortal should desire to face a demon," Mars began, his voice got caught in the cold sea breeze and you pulled the coat tighter around your shoulders.
"If I may speak, my Lord, no one has ever called me sane," you joked and managed to get a short scoff out of the old man.
You couldn’t lie, the prospect of meeting a demon right here and now send a shiver down your spine, but if anyone could make it possible, then it was certainly a God like Mars. So with growing anticipation, you rubbed your hands together and waited for a monster to appear.
Saint Mars stepped closer to the cliff, a few pebbles broke off and began their steep descent into the waves of the four seas. You stayed exactly where he had left you, your eyes widen open, staring upon his back.
From one moment to the next the night was engulfed in the light of a purple flame, you squeezed your eyes shut to avoid being blinded and shielded your face with your arms from the unspeakable heat. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, had Mars truly summoned a demon for you? Was he simply playing a trick on you for his own amusement? You remained frozen until you could see that the night was dark once again.
…
Saint Mars was gone. Instead of the Elder standing at the cliff, there was an enormous bird sitting in his place with wings as big as the towers of Pangea Castle, a long neck resembling that of a giraffe and a beak large enough to tear down roofs. The colors of its feathers were blinding, even in the pale moonlight they shimmered just like your most opulent evening gown.
With a bright smile you ran towards the gigantic beast and stopped just behind its tail which was covered in flames.
"Hey!" You called out and waved your hand. "I'm down here!"
The bird turned its head around and you looked into those piercing yellow eyes without a hint of fear. How could you be a scared of something so … breathtakingly beautiful?
"Little one," the bird said in a slightly distorted voice and bent down so its beak laid in front of you in the tall grass.
You stepped closer and extended your hand, the bird moved so you could rest your palm on its beak.
"Are you not afraid of what I am?" The monster asked and you finally understood that you weren’t looking at just any demon - this was the true form of the God who had chosen you.
Your mouth hung open in a never ending, silent gasp. Frozen in complete awe, you watched the flames dance on the bird's head and tried to make sense of the dark ring of clouds going across its back. After a while you shook your head to escape this state of shock and finally found your voice again.
"No! This … this is fantastic, why didn’t you tell me sooner?" You cheered and ran around him.
Mars craned his long neck to keep his eyes on you, worried that he could step on you if he did not.
"Only a handful of souls have ever seen me transform, consider this a special reward for your obedience," the yōkai continued, "You are a strange one, litte mortal."
You couldn’t contain your happiness and did a little jump.
"My Lord, may I sit on your back?" You asked with a deep bow, when that gesture didn’t yield the desired reaction, you tried your best puppy eyes on Saint Mars. "Pleeeaaaase!"
The bird frowned and looked out at the sea.
" … Fine, I will grant your wish." He agreed reluctantly.
With no hesitation you climbed up on Mars' side, he lay down in the grass so you wouldn’t fall too deep if you slipped up. Once you had reached the top of the feathery mountain, you held on tight and the bird rose back to his full height. Up here you could look over the entire forest behind you and half of the holy city.
"I'm ready," you squeaked, still wrapped in Mars' coat you truly did look like an insect on his back now.
"Do not let go under any circumstances, if you feel sick or start to freeze, I will land immediately," he promised you and looked back at you to make sure you were still absolutely certain about this.
Mars opened his wings and you watched closely as he swung them towards the ground and the two of you left the safety of the earth behind and rose into the night sky. The Saint couldn’t help himself and let out a screech as he soared through the clouds. He pointed his beak down and headed towards the ocean beneath the Red Line. He stopped just before hitting the water and glided over the waves.
Your hair flew in the wind and you had trouble keeping the coat on your shoulders while also holding onto the demon.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Mars wondered.
You managed to climb closer to his neck and wrapped your arms around the beginning of his throat.
"Yes," you sighed dreamily.
The Elder flew higher again, rising up until he broke through the clouds and so far above the holy land that the white marble houses looked as if they belonged to ants instead of Celestials.
"Do not move," Mars warned you and opened his jaws wide.
What followed would be a sight you knew you'd never forget. Mars shot a blast of fire into the far distance, the heat along was enough to make you duck your head down, but the colors were spectacular and you wished you could have had a moment longer before the beam of flames disappeared.
Once the adrenaline wore off, you began to feel exhausted, but you didn’t wish for this night to be over yet. So you curled up between Saint Mars' feathers and closed your eyes, the sound of his wings flapping softly through the air put you to sleep like a lullaby.
A few minutes after you were long passed out, Saint Mars checked on you and couldn’t believe you were sleeping so idly on his back.
"A strange girl indeed," he said to himself rather fondly and brought you back to the castle, where he carefully wrapped your sleeping body into your blanket and joined you in bed.
Bonus:
• Naturally, this wouldn’t be the last time you'd ride on Mars' back as he flew down from the Red Line. With each flight you grew more comfortable and began to stand or even walk around as the Saint flew further and further away from the palace. Once you confessed to him that your new home felt a bit like a cage, Mars showed you as many different islands as he could to give you a taste of the freedom you lost.
"Do you think those people down there are afraid when they see you flying above their heads?" You wondered as you squinted your eyes to see the villagers below staring up at the giant bird who was said to appear during times of great suffering.
"I do not concern myself with the sensibilities of mortals, little one," Mars replied as the villagers began to scream in terror. "And neither should you."
You knelt down between his feathers and curled up to shield yourself from the cold … and to distract yourself from the grim memories plaguing your mind.
Your sudden mood shift didn’t go unnoticed by the Saint, who swiftly returned to the holy land.
In the privacy of your bedroom Mars demanded to know why you were no longer blessing him with your smile.
"It's nothing, my Lord," you dismissed him and took off his coat.
Mars grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest.
"Do not lie to me again," he growled, "Who dares to sour your mood?"
With a heavy sigh you chose to tell him.
"It's about my family, when my village was burned down I lost sight of them and I haven’t been able to find them … All i want to know is if they’re alright."
Mars played with your hair as he carefully considered your request.
"You’re a God, no? Can’t you send someone to look for them?" You pleaded, hoping that the Saint had grown soft enough to entertain your idea.
"Very well, it seems I can’t bring myself to deny your wishes."
• Your newfound confidence around Mars not only lead you to speak your mind more freely and express your desires without shame, you also became a bit of a brat.
"Lie down, my dear, I'll be taking you until dawn," he proclaimed upon entering the bedroom after a long meeting with the other Elders.
"Hmm, what if I refuse?" You teased him and let your night gown fall to reveal that you were dressed in nothing but a tight bodice which squeezed your breasts together.
"Can an old man not expect his woman to do as he commands?" Mars scoffed and sat down at the edge of the bed. He patted his lap and raised an eyebrow at you. "Come here."
You bit your lip and crawled over to the tall man on your hands and knees. Before you could deny him once more, he grabbed you with his inhuman strength and you swore you felt a surge of his haki prickling on your skin. The shock was enough to go straight to your pussy, making it nearly impossible to fight back when Mars threw you over his thighs with your bare ass on display.
"Let us try something simpler, all you have to do is stay still and count. Can you do that for me?"
You nodded. Mars began to bruise your ass with nothing but his bare hand, each slap was practiced and felt intentional, he knew exactly where to hit so it'd sting hard and leave you whimpering for mercy. But just like with his enemies, Mars had no intention of being soft on you.
What followed your punishment was a night filled with carnal desire and a soft burn on your ass after each thrust of Mars' hips, slamming his cock so deep inside of you, that you wished he could breed you.
• Mars loved it when you brushed his beard and hair in the morning, sometimes you would also braid it just to mess with him. What was once a task assigned to the slaves had now become an intimate ritual between the two of you.
• Due to how many eyes were pointed at you at all times both from other Celestials and slaves, Mars preferred to keep you locked up in the safety of the castle. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.
"Humans are so very fragile, you must understand that I can not let you walk freely without me by your side. It'd simply be … too dangerous."
• During one of your many flights one of Mars' feathers fell out and you decided to keep it as decoration in your room - who else could proudly claim to own a feather from the great Itsumade?
• When you found out all the other Gorosei could turn into Yōkai as well, you never grew tired of begging Mars to see them all, but unfortunately the old men had no sense of humor.
At the very least, Mars was kind enough to go through your favorite encyclopedia with you and point out each demon that the Elders could transform into. The only one that'd remain a secret to you was Saint Shepherd, Mars tried to draw him for you, but when you saw the crude sketch of a rainbow worm you could only laugh.
• Thanks to your status as the most precious treasure of Saint Mars, your family no longer needed to work and resided in a small manor on the outskirts of the holy land. It had taken much begging and pleading from you, but in the end your God had a sliver of mercy left in him after all.
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• Far away from the ivory walls of Marie Geoise stood a tiny house with a pagoda roof and a beautiful zen garden around it, with bushes trimmed to perfection and bamboo shaped into natural fencing to separate the training area from the meditation space. It was a quaint little place, removed from the noise and trouble of the holy city. Hidden deep within the forest so only those who knew of its existence would bother to come here.
You were one of the servants who cared for the garden and its peculiar owner. Many months ago you had been taken from your hometown and sold as a slave at an auction house, luckily it wasn’t any old, sadistic noble who laid his eyes on you.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro stepped out of his house and all slaves fell to their knees in an act of obedient devotion. Since you were busy sharpening the swords used for practice by the students the Elder taught, you couldn’t simply throw the sacred blade into the dirt and kneel. So you awkwardly balanced the sword while slowly moving down.
By the time your knees touched the wet mulch, Saint Nusjuro already stood before you. He towered over you and brought his sharp eyes down on you like a guillotine, judging you with a hardened glare over the rim of his glasses. In his silence he wielded an air of authority that let you shiver as you knelt and prayed that he'd be merciful.
"Rise," Nusjuro commanded and you needed a moment before you found the strength the stand up without dropping the blade. "You will assist me during training today. Do not fail me."
You couldn’t help but let out the tiniest gasp of surprise, the Saint had never acknowledged your presence before - and now he wanted to have you standing on the sidelines of his lessons? It was a blessing and a curse in one, the pressure upon your shoulder felt much heavier than before. It was common advice amongst slaves to never catch the attention of a Celestial, it was better to be ignored than to be watched and scrutinized for every mistake.
Still, you saw it as an opportunity. Maybe you'd even learn a thing or two about sword fighting, something that you had been interested in for a while now, without a chance to train.
"Yes, Saint," you accepted his order and bowed.
Nusjuro regarded you for just a moment longer, his eyes lingering on your body, then he continued his walk through the garden and the slaves rose to their feet and returned to their work.
With the Elder gone, you finally let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding.
• During training your task was to hand the students their blades, replace any broken wooden sticks used for practice and lastly, to give out water upon request. Sure, it wasn’t anything glamorous, but you focused on the techniques Saint Nusjuro taught, trying your best to memorize the movements and harsh corrections he gave. He was a strict teacher, but that didn’t make him any less fair.
"Keep your chin low, eyes on the target," he instructed one of the Celestial boys with a calm firmness that made you feel inexplicably warm inside. "Your parents might spoil you, but I will not."
At the end of the lesson the Saint approached you and you bowed your head to avoid his gaze.
"Prepare everything for a tea ceremony."
"As you wish, my Lord."
"And wear something more … appropriate for such an occasion," he added.
You were left confused yet again, but what else could you do except nod and figure out where you'd even get a set of different clothes? Fortunately you were greeted by two maids shortly after, who had been ordered to get you all nice and ready for reasons beyond your understanding.
As the women bathed you and washed your hair, you wondered what services the Saint required from you. Unlike other Celestials he wasn’t the type of man who'd follow his carnal desires, if anything, he seemed to find the behavior of the lesser nobles revolting. No women working under him was dressed immodestly, all skirts reached down to your ankles and you were told to never accentuate your chest.
So why then, were the maids wrapping you in a dark red kimono with a golden obi, tailored from fabrics so luxurious that you felt like you were breaking some holy law by feeling it touch your skin? You didn’t know, and the women didn’t care to tell you either.
"Good luck," was all they whispered to you.
Then you were left to your own devices to prepare the Saint's favorite tea and desserts.
• By the time everything had been prepared, the sun was setting over Marie Geoise.
You knelt at the table, waiting for your Lord to arrive. As you observed your surroundings to tame your anxiety, you noticed that it was odd for one of the most powerful men in the world to choose a simple hut as his place of tranquility. The painted scrolls hanging from the walls depicted battles from ancient wars, but more curious, some of them showed paintings of evil spirits.
It was entirely inappropriate to stand up now, if Saint Nusjuro was to enter and catch you looking through his belongings it could mean your certain death. Swallowing your fear, you stood up and told yourself like a mantra that you'd sit back down in just a minute.
The demonic eyes of a skeletal horse stare back at you as if to warn you of the fate you were beginning to follow, you hesitantly reached out to touch the banner and traced the ink outlining the Yōkai. It must have been at least a hundred years old judging by how worn out the paper looked. You couldn’t stop feeling a little giddy about seeing a painting of it that was more than a poorly printed sketch in a book other slaves had stolen from the library in the city.
But you also wondered why the Saint had chosen Bakotsu of all spirits, would it be a good idea to ask him? Likely not.
"I have invited quite the restless soul into my house," the calm voice of the older man made your heart stop. "A lack of discipline is not something I seek in my servants …"
You slowly turned around, it was hard not to lose your composure and break down right then and there.
Nusjuro had entered silently like a shadow, Shodai Kitetsu rested on his lap as he sat down. The left sleeve of his robe slipped from his shoulder when he reached for the kettle. For a moment you were distracted by his well defined biceps, no doubt the result of rigorous training, then you realized what a good servant should have been doing.
You ran back to the table and knelt by his side, taking the kettle just before he could, something that seemed to surprise him. Trying your best to keep your hands still, you poured his jasmine tea. The scent was the only thing helping you calm down, if he was about to behead you, at least you had done all you could to appease him.
"I can tell you have known no master before me," he commented and picked up his cup. "Go on, you will drink first."
"I have not, my Lord. And- And I do not wish for any other to own me," you responded, filling your own cup with slightly less tea than the Saint out of respect for the hierarchy.
"Then I advise you to hold your tongue and keep a close watch on my other servants, you will learn quickly if you do."
The hot tea burned your throat, you didn’t let the pain distract you and kept drinking to prove that none of it was poisoned. When you put it down, Nusjuro's words finally turned the gears in your head.
"The other servants?" You asked.
"You will no longer be tending to the garden and serve me as a house maid instead," he elaborated and drank the tea with such peacefulness that he didn’t seem bothered by the heat at all. "Beauty shouldn’t be hidden by the soil of the earth or bleed from harsh labor."
Oh.
You gripped the long sleeves of your robe for some much needed comfort when everything around you suddenly began to blur and shift. That … was a compliment. From an Elder, no less. It must have been the make up sticking to your face like paint and the kimono hiding you body, otherwise the Saint would have never bothered to make you feel flustered. Surely.
"Thank you," you whispered and leaned your head on the floor mats for a deep bow.
"Drink," he commanded.
Nusjuro gave you no chance to pick up your own cup again, instead he held your chin and you felt his bare hand on your skin for the first, but certainly not the last time. He tipped your head back and let the jasmine tea run past your lips and down your throat. It was impossible to avoid his eyes, he was too close.
• Working as a house maid did not come to you naturally, it took a few days of you clumsily stumbling through your tasks before you picked up on the routine. Seeing as this place was rather small and Nusjuro had no one to impress, his students were here to train after all, you weren’t exactly working yourself to the bone.
There were days where you sat in the garden and the Saint's words repeated in your mind over and over again until you doubted he had truly spoken them. In your desire to distract yourself and silence any lingering feelings you didn’t wish to explore any further, you walked onto the training grounds and picked up a blade.
It was carved from wood, still able to hurt pretty badly but nothing that you could accidentally slay a poor soul with.
You moved the blade and let your body follow, counting the steps in your head as you remembered the lesson from that morning. Deep breaths, a calm mind, maybe the image of Nusjuro's hand on your face would vanish if you took just one more breath.
Your peace was broken by the sound of footsteps, suspecting another servant, you swung around your blade, turned on your heel and … Honestly, you should have known better by now.
The wood of your sword was cut off by Nusjuro's Shodai Kitetsu as he used it to block your unintentional attack. It flew across the garden and hit another gardener on the head who was standing behind the bamboo.
"Care to explain yourself?" The Saint lowered his cursed blade and you dropped your weapon.
"I apologize, my Lord, I shouldn’t have been so careless. Those blades aren’t mine to wield."
"Hm, listen to my words, I wish to know why you desire to train all by yourself, I have never had a slave who possessed the audacity to touch any of my weapons," Nusjuro sounded as if he was scolding you, but it was hard to tell with how monotonous he tended to speak.
"Well, I-," your voiced trailed off, he'd know if you lied to him, and truly, what lie was there to even tell? You were born foolish, fate had given you a chance to live a little bit more comfortably and you were throwing it all away to satisfy your curiosity.
The Saint put the sharp side of his blade against your neck, you gasped and your skin touched the metal enough to draw blood.
"I wanted to know what it felt like to be a student of yours, Saint," you admitted, your voice trembling worse with each syllable.
"You are very brave, mortal," Nusjuro hummed and sheathed his Kitetsu, " - or perhaps simply dense, I will decide that for myself during your next lesson."
You perked up at that. The cut on your throat still burned, but the pain all but disappeared from the forefront of your mind when the Saint offered to train you.
"I am honored, I- I don’t know how to properly thank you," you stammered.
There it was again, the warm hand of your master resting on your face, caressing it tenderly, stealing your breath away with one small touch. You leaned into it, instinctively, not out of calculation, one wrong move and you were dead, but the risk was worth it if it meant staying close to the swordsman for just a bit longer. He allowed it.
"Thank me by not disappointing me," was his answer, a bit cruel, but you were ready for the challenge.
"I will do my best."
"I expect no less."
• Your lessons with the Elder were eye-opening, he taught you how to block and evade attacks before even considering to teach you how to hurt your opponent. Your heart still beat like a drum the second Nusjuro stepped closer to you, when his wooden sword slammed against yours effortlessly, you still flinched in fear.
Sometimes the other servants watched, all of them had been perplexed by their master's choice to pick you out among the rest of them and treat you like … well, you weren’t sure yet what you were in his eyes. You admired him, you cherished every touch and enjoyed to sit with him for tea, but what did an Elder, a world noble who could command any woman to marry him, want with you?
"Focus, mortal," he snapped and quickly disarmed you with a clean hit. "If your mind isn’t free, your flesh won’t obey."
You stumbled backwards and narrowly avoided falling into the dirt.
"There's no use in training you if you don’t pay attention. Let us pause for today and have tea instead," he concluded with a heavy sigh.
• During the tea ceremony everything was strange. Not only were you specifically told to sit as close as possible to the Saint without your shoulders touching, you wore nothing underneath your kimono, it sat loosely enough that it hinted at your cleavage without shamelessly exposing it. Nusjuro's eyes were drawn to it, you subconsciously pushed your chest out a bit so there was more for him to see.
"Have you ever been to the holy city?" He broke the silence you had just begun to settle into.
"Yes, but only a few times. When I was sold at the auction I was later branded per your request, it was my chance to see a bit of the city," you answered.
"Turn around and present your mark to me, I have never seen it," Nusjuro ordered as he sipped on his tea.
Feeling a bit self conscious, you took your sweet time moving around so your back faced the Elder. Then, you tugged on your sleeves and loosened the obi wrapped around your waist until the soft fabric parted for your master's pleasure like curtains on a stage.
The mark was huge, the three upper claws were placed on your shoulder blades, the large circle in the middle had tortured your spine when it healed and the claw at the bottom had made you cry and scream in agony. Terrible memories swelled up inside of you, you swallowed thickly and allowed Nusjuro to examine the mark left by the unforgiving hot iron.
"I know this world is a cruel place for your kind," he began, tracing the outlines of your mark softly, his voice vibrated pleasantly against your neck, "But this order must be maintained. You were born to serve, do you understand?"
You nodded slowly, closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself in the pleasure of becoming the Saint's center of attention.
"I will mark you again," his voice turned much lower, "This time, it will be my family crest. A sign that you belong to me, would you like that?"
"It doesn’t matter what I like, my Lord," you replied, although a bit too earnestly.
"A sharp tongue and a sharp mind … Now I am even more certain that I will brand you."
• During the branding ceremony your master blessed you with more gentle touches than pain.
You were lying on your stomach, naked, vulnerable.
Nusjuro had prepared the iron and the fire, but before he burned your flesh, he dipped a cotton ball into a cup with medicine and rubbed it into the back of your neck where you'd soon have the honor of wearing his mark.
"Your crest is much prettier than the hoof of the Celestial Dragon," you noted, observing the horse shaped iron resting in the open fire.
"It is certainly much older," he replied without elaborating any further, he was too focused on numbing your flesh. "There, now you should hardly feel any pain."
Without another warning, Nusjuro grabbed the iron and pressed his knee down on your back so you couldn’t squirm away. You grabbed the piece of cloth lying in front of you with your teeth and bit down with your eyes squeezed shut. It would all be over soon, you told yourself, this wasn’t your first time enduring this kind of pain.
When the the iron came to rest on your neck you felt the heat, but rather than fighting for your life and screaming into the cloth, it was only a slight burn as if Nusjuro was dripping candle wax on your naked flesh. The sensation still made you cry as you waited for him to lift the iron again … once he did you spat out the cloth and let out a quiet sob.
Your master must have heard you, because, to your shock, Saint Nusjuro pulled you into his arms. He embraced you like a man who had never hugged another person before, it was a bit uncomfortable and stiff, but you sunk into his touch and rested your tired body against his chest.
"Eyes up here," Nusjuro commanded and you fought to keep your eyes open. "The ceremony isn’t complete yet."
Fearing another mark, your face twitched in a poor attempt to conceal your distress.
"Don’t be afraid, I know how sensitive mortals are. All you have to do is to follow my guidance, little one."
• Nusjuro spread your legs in the middle of the zen garden with the moon shining down on you and making your slick glisten in the pale light as it ran down your master's fingers. He was incredibly skilled with them, all that sword wielding must have given him such precise control of his hands that he managed to make you come with a single digit thrusting inside of you.
"Master- Ah, heavens … I can’t take it anymore," you moaned out as your pussy clenched around his finger, making it harder for him to pull out again.
"I thought you were stronger than that, aren’t you my bravest student?" He teased you, still sounding like a teacher scolding you. You supposed he didn’t have much experience speaking to girls that way.
"Hmm, I am, I am!" You protested and grabbed your thighs to keep them apart even though your body screamed at you to close them and rest. Not yet, not until the Saint had entered you and completed the ceremony.
"Remember your training," he said as he slowly buried his cock inside of you, "Deep breaths, in and out, a clear mind does not suffer."
"In-," you repeated, breathlessly, your words broken up by a gasp when Nusjuro immediately went for your sweet spot, " … and out!"
Nusjuro bent down to kiss you, ruining any chances of you continuing your breathing exercise. It was rough at first, you tried to match his strength and even managed to bite his lips, which he saw as a good reason to start hammering into you vigorously.
It didn’t help that the Saint was much taller than you, he easily controlled your body and rocked you back and forth on his dick. Forgotten was the pain of your brand, the fear of being treated like livestock by him, you believed that no man could pleasure you this way without true and earnest desire.
A bit naive, you could admit that, but in that moment you were losing yourself in the Celestial's hold. He fucked all of your fears out of you and replaced them with a strong pull dragging you back to him, each time his cock slid out of your entrance, you bucked your hips to help him plunge right back inside of you.
Again, and again, and again.
Saint Nusjuro possessed the endurance of a dozen horses, he made you come until your brain was so foggy that all your thoughts were gone. So that's what he meant by keeping a clear mind.
In the end, even the highest of nobles surrendered to his needs and came inside of you. He kept his composure to the end, though you did notice he was panting a bit and saw it as a little triumph.
Nusjuro picked you up like a delicate doll, you were far too mindless to notice what was happening, but after a quick flash of purple and black - you found yourself in a bedroom resembling the inside of a castle.
"Quiet now," he calmed you and placed you on the bed.
Afterwards he lay down and embraced you from behind, caressing your tits, kneading your thighs and kissing your new mark.
"You have been so good for me," he whispered in a rare expression of praise.
"That's an honor, master," was all you managed to mumble out before you fell asleep in his arms.
• Aside from the sword fighting lessons, which had slowly turned more and more into your master finding reasons to hold your waist and press you close to his body while he tried to teach you a good posture, and the private tea ceremonies, you were dying to explore one more thing that had been bothering you since the day you began working in his service.
"May I ask why you chose this spirit above any other to hang up around the house?" You wondered as you dusted off a few vases while Nusjuro occasionally glanced up from his paperwork to watch you bend over.
"It resembles my family crest, that is all," he replied unusually curtly and you weren’t satisfied with that answer.
"Is it true that you possess devil fruit powers?" You continued your impromptu questioning and Nusjuro pretended to be invested in his finance report from some faraway kingdom.
"You’re no fun," you mumbled, when you heard the sound of paper crumbling, you turned around and did your best to hide your satisfied grin.
"You have grown quite comfortable in my presence, little one," he noticed and put down his work, "Maybe a bit too comfortable, but I can only blame my lack of disciplining you for that."
"I mean no disrespect, master. I just wish to know more about you so I can serve you better," you told him in a half-lie, at the end of the day it was nothing more than morbid curiosity.
Nusjuro glared at you, you stared right back and let a few moments of silence pass by. It was a small test of will, to see if you'd crumble too easily.
You passed. You always did.
"It's time for another lesson then."
• All servants had been dismissed at the break of dawn and all lessons had been moved to another day. It was just Saint Nusjuro and you in the garden that day, you were dressed in one of the fancy robes your master insisted you wore all the time now. He claimed they enhanced your beauty, and who were you to deny that when you loved to turn left and right in front of the mirror and admire yourself? He was right, you had never felt this attractive before.
"It's a secret I'm willing to share with you, but should a word of this get out to a single other soul …," Nusjuro didn’t need to utter the final words of his warning, you understood and nodded, "Stand aside, keep your distance. I don’t want you to get hurt."
You walked backwards until you could hide between the bamboo if you so desired.
Nusjuro closed his eyes, you saw his chest heave once in a deep breath, then a dark circles appeared around him and you watched closely as his body shifted and transformed. Not only did he grow four legs, he turned big enough to tower over all the bushes and trees. No wonder he had told you to step back - you were standing in front of a real demon in the flesh … well, bones was more accurate.
The top half of his body remained human, while the lower half had shifted into the frame of a skeletal horse with loose skin hanging down from its ribs. A red tail hung between its hind hooves and a dark circles of clouds hovered around Nusjuro's shoulders.
With your hands folded almost like you were praying, you walked up to him in deep admiration.
Nusjuro seemed taken aback by your reaction, he lifted one of his front hooves and slammed it down, the ground began to shake and you laughed.
"Are you mocking me, mortal?" He asked.
"No, my Lord. I'm just- happy I get to see you like this," you gasped and circled him, your eyes constantly darting around to take everything in of this strange sight before you. "So, not to brag, but I was right."
The Elder scoffed and his tail swished through the air, you secretly found it adorable, but instead of earning yourself a punishment, you continued to silently observe his new form.
"Where does one find a devil fruit with such power?"
"You ask too many questions," Nusjuro brushed you off, knowing that you were about to open your mouth and keep prying for answers, he began to slowly trot through the garden to distract you.
You ran after him, struggling to keep up.
"Master! Let me ride on your back, I promise I won’t fall! I've ridden horses before!" You called out to him and he stopped abruptly, digging his hooves into the dirt.
"I'm no mount for you to ride around on, no one has ever sat on my back and if I can help it, there will never be-" Nusjuro stopped when he saw you squeezing your breasts together with your arms. "Insufferable, you must think I have grown soft for you."
"Never, you are still the strong noble I look up to," you told him in your most seductive voice.
"Climb on then, if you can. Should you fall off, your mortal eyes will never see this form again," he challenged you just like he did during your practice duels.
You didn’t need to be asked twice to jump off the ground and grab onto his boney legs to climb up. The old man watched with his brows raised and his slightly agitated eyes hidden behind the reflection of his glasses.
Once you reached his back, you sat down with your legs spread and were immediately greeted by the sharp pain of his spinal cord pressing against your crotch. No matter how you shifted around, there was no good position, but climbing down again was no option.
Forget the discomfort, you were receiving the honor of sitting on Bakotsu. The wind up here was much stronger and messed up your hair, even when he hadn’t moved yet. You found a bone to hold onto and couldn’t resist the urge to slam your legs against him as if your master would obey that command.
"You have the fortune of having caught my attention, little one. Now don’t ruin it by overstepping the line," he hissed.
Nusjuro gave you no further instructions before he fell into a sprint, galloping through the forest surrounding the garden until the two of you reached the cliffside of the Red Line and you saw the blue of the ocean peaking through the clouds. It was difficult not to fall off, if only there were some reins for you to hold onto or a saddle so you weren't dealing with a bone slamming against your pussy each time he did a small jump.
It was worth the strained muscles in your arms as you clung to him for dear life. This was the most exciting thing you had ever done, part of you wished your master would remain in this form all the time, what could possibly be greater than cuddling up to a Yōkai at night?
"Are you still among the living? I haven’t heard you scream," the Elder inquired, running so close to the cliff that you briefly feared he'd fall down.
"Yes! This is the best thing ever!" You yelled so he could hear you with how fast the wind blew right past you.
"Then let me demonstrate what these powers are for. Pay close attention."
Nusjuro drew his blade and did a quick turn, causing you to lose balance and practically hang on his neck as he cut through a line of trees like they were made from cardboard. You should have been afraid, by all means, if you fell now he'd trample you with his hooves, but there was a sparkle in your eyes that even your master noticed.
"Get back on before you die, you are too careless," Nusjuro offered his hand so you could return to your spot.
You leaned your head against his back, after some time you learned the rhythm of his hooves and moved your hips along so you weren’t just being tossed up and down.
Eventually your ride alongside the cliff ended, Nusjuro slowed down and returned to the garden. You pouted for a while, if he had asked you, which naturally he didn’t, you would have told him to keep galloping until the two of you had been around the entire planet. Maybe another time, you hoped as your master pranced over the bamboo, careful not to break it.
In an act of generosity, Nusjuro lay down on the ground so you could slide off his back. You instinctively reached out to pet him before realizing he may not appreciate that as much as an actual horse would. A true shame.
"Are we riding out again tomorrow?" You squeaked right after the Saint had returned to his human form.
"If you can beat me in a duel, perhaps I will consider it," he mused and took your hand.
"Not fair," you grumbled.
Bonus:
• As a reward for your hard training you received your own blade, albeit not cursed or nearly as dangerous as Nusjuro's weapon, you accepted it with gratitude and carried it around whenever you could.
"Promise me not to hurt yourself, I want no scars on you," he reminded you.
• You no longer needed to clean the house or wash his robes, it was a slow and subtle shift from becoming his maid to turning into the Saint's lover who was much more for him than a piece of flesh he could indulge in.
The branding on your neck was more than a sign that you were his property, in a way, it was a wedding band, the only one he could grant you without raising any suspicion from the other nobles.
• When you caught him meditating by himself, you sometimes snuck up on him ( pretending that he couldn’t clearly sense your aura ), knelt down and pushed his robe aside to surprise him by wrapping your lips around his cock.
You enjoyed feeling his harsh grip in your hair when he pulled you off, more often than not, he let go quickly and ordered you to hurry up and finish what you started so he could continue his meditation.
• After spending months in the garden and forest only seeing the same dozen faces every day, Nusjuro brought you along to the holy city since he needed to be away for some time to hold a meeting with the other Elders.
He used a pentagram to travel, squeezing you so tightly to his chest that you couldn’t breathe, but he assured you it was the only way for you to go through the Abyss unharmed.
Marie Geoise was even more impressive than in your faint memories of the day you had been brought here as a slave. You were in awe at the buildings and statues, although there was little time to go sight seeing when your master had important business at the castle.
When you arrived you had to be collared and walk by Nusjuro's side on your hands and knees. It felt strange, you tugged on the collar and looked up at your master with disappointment.
"It is mandatory for all those of lower decent to walk the halls of Pangea Castle this way, it can not be changed for you … but a warrior endures," he explained to you and you accepted your fate with a sigh.
The other four Gorosei seemed much less pleasant to be around. They sat at a dinner table with enough food to feed multiple families, every side dish and meat was tested by a slave in front of the Elders' eyes. While they were distracted, Nusjuro fed you from his place, since this was your only option to have a taste.
It was good, too good, the spices left your tongue feeling a bit tingly from how many flavors you experienced at once.
How come these men were served such delicious food and all they could do was bicker and argue about world politics? You rested your head on Nusjuro's thigh, hidden under the table you were spared from the judgement of the others.
Especially Saint Shepherd seemed interested in taking a peek at you and mocking you after he had one beer too many, but luckily your master was firm that you would stay where you are.
To help your Saint relieve some of the stress his colleagues brought him, you knelt between his legs and freed his shaft to play with it until it hardened under your touch and it began to leak. You licked those first few drops of come off, a little taste of what was to come after. As usual, Nusjuro showed no signs of arousal on his face. He ate and listened to the Elders' discussion as if you weren’t sucking him off, bobbing your head up and down.
You felt the weight of his balls in your palm and licked a wet stripe across the underside of his length, his cock glistened like a freshly cleaned blade, if only your master could see your work.
At least you caught a glimpse of him grasping his chopsticks hard enough that they broke -
That was moments before you deep-throated his cock and received the blessing of his holy seed in your mouth.
Nusjuro's left eye twitched and he reached under the table to pet you.
"Care to share what is bothering you, Nusjuro?" Saturn drew his attention back to the meeting.
"Can’t you see? He's busy," Ju Peter answered before the other Elder could.
"Spare me with your childish nonsense, I am listening and simply choosing not to speak on the matter until I have made up my mind," Nusjuro defended himself without raising his voice.
You grinned under the table and kissed the tip of his still hard cock, it twitched from the gentle touch and you indulged in another blowjob.
"You used to be a better liar," Mars added.
"That was centuries ago," Warcury scoffed and Shepherd laughed, much to Nusjuro’s annoyance.
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Three out of 6 Gorosei done, I honestly can’t believe I haven’t gotten around to writing old Garling, but Saturn would certainly be fun too - ✨ Thanks for reading!!
platonic saturn/reader hcs........please i beg and sob
( Platonic ) St. Saturn x Reader HC's! 🪐
[ St. Jaygarcia Saturn & Gender Neutral Reader ]
🪐| tags: sfw, reader is a scientist, both silly and angsty, typical celestial dragon behavior, slavery, human experiments - your boss is a grumpy old man.
🪐| note: Pss, pss come get your Gorosei crumbs- I'm not used to platonic dynamics, so forgive me if it's a lil' shorter!
• As one of the few human scientists working under the command of the Celestial Dragons who wasn’t a slave, you enjoyed certain freedoms the rest of your co-workers did not. You were allowed to take breaks, you voiced your opinions when necessary and perhaps most extraordinarily of all, you were permitted to look your superior in the eyes.
Saint Saturn was a cruel man who believed the end justified all means. He had no doubts about his godhood and superiority, no qualms about breaking all codes of ethics existing in this world. And yet, he was still driven by an endless need to satisfy his curiosity. Like all researches.
• Some nights you worked late as the only one left inside the laboratory, analyzing data and forcing your tired eyes to stare at brightly colored bacteria. You didn’t notice him until the Saint was already looming behind you like a shadow.
You turned around and squeaked. He seemed completely unfazed by this.
"What are you doing in here past your working hours? Must I remind you of the list of punishments I have prepared for such unruly behavior?" Saturn grumbled, his eyes sharp as always.
"I apologize Sir, but …" You saw him raising an eyebrow at your attempt to come up with an excuse. "I couldn’t sleep before I'm finished with this test. It's too fascinating, we might be on the verge of discovering a new type of infection and-!"
"Enough of this nonsense." He cut you off, his voice calm but firm, it echoed through the empty lab and left little room for you to argue.
"Right, right," you surrendered and took of your safety googles, carefully placing them down on the table.
You expected to be scolded further, the old man always found something to criticize you for, but not this time. He walked up next to you and looked over your notes, humming to himself as he read through your scribbles.
"Interesting," he commented dryly — that was the highest form of praise you had ever received from him.
"That's an honor, Sir," you chuckled and quickly quietened down as he glared at you.
"Now go home and rest. You are no use to me when you’re tired, human."
"Yes, sir!"
While cleaning up your work station before leaving, you found it hard to believe that one of the Five Elders had shown the tiniest crumb of concern for your wellbeing.
• One morning the floor of the lab had been wiped by another scientist to get rid of a few nasty blood stains. As misfortune would have it, they had forgotten to put up a sign, so the floor had become a slippery trap for the next unlucky bastard.
Who just happened to be none other than your boss.
Saturn stepped into the lab using his cane, he mumbled something into his beard about the awful citrusy scent in the air. Right when he took another step, he slipped on the floor.
You dropped your cylinders and charged forward to help him and avoid a possible catastrophe or mass punishment.
You also slipped and fell.
Both the Saint and you were lying on the floor. Naturally, everyone came running to help Saturn up while you were left on the ground like a turtle who had fallen on its back.
• Saturn preferred to eat his lunch on the balcony, he told you once that the fresh air helped him to come up with new ideas. It wasn’t rare that these grand ideas turned into brutal experiments performed on the poor humans who had been taken from their homes and enslaved.
You refused to attend them, whenever you could, whenever he would let you leave the room.
A man like that could only be considered a monster. But monsters didn’t enjoy their roasted sausages in the midday sun, they didn’t cut their food with silver cutlery and certainly wouldn’t invite you to eat with them every day.
Your heart weighed heavy when you listened to Saturn speak about his ideals and thoughts on the world. There were moments when you caught yourself admiring his intelligence, only for that flicker of joy to be squandered when he spoke ill of the entire human race.
"They are parasites," he told you and took another bite, "Without us they would be useless, they would devour one another like mindless beasts and perish."
You nodded. Not out of agreement, but because you feared that for once, the Elder wouldn’t tolerate your attitude.
"Ah, you disagree," he said and stroked his beard. Although Saturn never laughed, this gesture was as close to a chuckle as he'd ever get.
"Well, I suppose parasites do play their role in the ecosystem," you replied and shrugged.
"You're amusing, human." Saturn wiped his lips and stood up.
These talks would become a daily ritual, they didn’t necessarily get any easier to stomach nor did Saturn ever become a more sympathetic man, but he did listen to you. Without interruptions. And you deluded yourself into thinking that maybe, just maybe it was his curiosity that set him apart from all the other Celestials.
• Saturn was a lot stricter with everyone else, a few other scientists joked about you becoming his favorite "pet", since they couldn’t believe that the Saint spoke to you for any other reason than mild entertainment.
• You learned how to brew his favorite coffee for him, not purely out of the kindness of your heart, but to calm his temper and ensure he wouldn’t punish anyone upon setting foot into the lab.
• One day Saint Saturn offered you to come along with him to Pangea Castle and present a newly developed bioweapon to the other Gorosei.
You were dressed in unusually formal attire, fabrics so soft that you could have fallen asleep in them if your corset didn’t cut off your air supply.
You walked right behind your superior, head bowed, carrying a folder with all the data inside in one hand and a projector snail in the other so you could show them all your highly professional presentation about a weapon you regretted creating.
Immediately upon setting foot into the Room of Authority you felt the air shift, now filled with tension and contempt. Four old men sat on a group of green cushioned sofas and chairs, they greeted Saturn quietly before their eyes fell on you. A shiver ran through your body as they examined you.
"And pray tell, why did you bring this … thing with you?" Warcury grunted and Saturn glared at him — perhaps, against your prior knowledge, the Gorosei didn’t get along all the time.
"This human is one of my most capable researchers, the presentation will be held by them, not me," Saturn explained and took a seat on his arm chair.
You felt your confidence crumble under their scrutinizing looks. After a deep breath, you set up the projector snail and broke the silence by beginning your presentation.
…
A slow, almost mocking clap, freed you from your torment shortly after you had shown the last slide. "Acceptable," Saint Shepherd concluded and Saturn nodded in agreement.
"Parasites do have their uses," your boss added in earnest praise.
"Now, if you'd excuse us," Mars addressed you directly and pointed towards the door.
Seconds after you left, you heard all five men arguing. Luckily, this wasn’t your problem to take care of. It was for the best to let old men bicker and complain as they pleased, no matter if they were born as mortals or self-proclaimed Gods.
Thanks for reading! If there’s any typos- I wrote this in one go before bed. 💛
