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Boisterous.
That’s what you first believed of the Hashiras whenever they had come around to your village. Whenever they showed up, there was surely catastrophe lingering in the air that only the murmurs of other panicked denizens could express. Half the time, they wanted to keep it all quiet so that trade would not be impacted for the area. Sometimes you had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that something such as demons would impact the village selling off their produce, but you also remember the other landmarks that had ceased to exist in the devastating aftereffects. So, you kept your head down and worked hard so that it all may blow over soon enough.
At least, that had been the goal. Now, you were not so sure what you were doing anymore.
It was not hard to notice how your guardians had cozied up to one of the various Hashira that had come along to patrol the area. This was something that you had grown used to. They wanted to suck up however they could when it came down to it because they did not want to lose the life that they had. You get it. People wanted to hold on to the things they had worked hard for. However, what you do not seem to get, though, is the fact that the man begins to come back more frequently.
He is not hard to miss, either. Tall, silver hair, all sorts of accessories that seem to make him stand out in a crowd. There’s no way he could go on any kind of undercover mission looking like that, that’s for sure. Even then, you cannot help but let your eyes linger on him for a few seconds too long. Sometimes when you sneaked a peek, he would seemingly look right back at you, catching your gaze for a few moments– holding it. The look that tended to linger on his face expressed that he knew your dilemma, almost like he knew that he was worth looking at. Once you realize what you are doing, you silently curse yourself and head back to whatever chores there might have been for you to complete around your guardians’ household.
There was no need for you to get tangled up in something like that, anyways. It would simply prove to be more trouble than what it was worth. A life involving the likes of destructive demons was too much in the way of intensity and your minute fighting skills would prove to be less than admirable in the face of something so chaotic.
With that in mind, you are still wondering how you are here now– standing in the Sound Hashira’s manor.
Dressed to the nines with all sorts of accessories, given the best clothing that your guardians could muster up, you do not exactly feel like yourself. Rather, you felt like a meek representation of yourself, especially since you had been painted up like a doll. You keep yourself standing up straight, as stiff as can be as you tilt your chin upwards to meet the man’s maroon gaze. The intensity there is enough to make you want to shiver, but you manage to hold it off for the time being.
“Was the makeup your idea?”
“No, I feel stupid.” Your retort comes off a little cut and dry as you clam up for a moment, feeling your fingers flex down by your sides, balling up into little fists. You are definitely not trying to make any issue here or something that would probably get you in more trouble than it was worth. Your gaze drops down as he begins to pull something free from his pocket, and he glides forward. The next thing you know, he is beginning to delicately wipe away the painted markings on your face. “...where uh, where is my family?”
“And they had no conversation with you about this at all? How shady.” He mentions, clicking his tongue a bit. He continues to rub little circles along your skin to remove the rest of the makeup there– bar your eyes. It almost seems like he does not want to make you feel any more uncomfortable than you are, but you could be mistaken, right?
“Sir, I do not know why I’m here other than… uhm,” you bite down against the inside of your cheek, looking a bit embarrassed. “They said it would help the family a lot.” Your throat clears away any of the crackling that had collected as you tried to keep your cool.
“Not ‘sir’. Lord Tengen, if you must.” A final swipe is given and he tucks away the handkerchief in his pocket once more. You did not know how he’d get all of that makeup off of the cloth, but you had more pressing details to try and figure out now. “And you’re here to become my fourth wife. I made an offhand mention about our occasional staring contests, and well…”
They offered you up, you figured. It figures. You were at the age where you should’ve been married off, so it just… has to make some unfortunate sense. They did not want to host you anymore and it stung, that’s for sure.
“Fourth?”
There comes a small giggle from one of the rooms off to the side, and your gaze cuts over to glance at a woman with a face framed by golden bangs. She waves in your direction in an excited manner, almost like she’s chomping at the very bit to actually get the chance to meet you. “Yes, fourth. I’ll introduce you to everyone tomorrow.” He mentions this as a hand waves the other woman off, who promptly gives a little pout, but she turns off to head into another part of the manor.
“Eh? Why tomorrow?”
“Because, tonight is special. It is your wedding night. You get to have me all to yourself tonight, and then you’ll meet Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma.”
Three other women. It felt sort of wrong, causing a set of knots to form in the pit of your stomach. Would they resent you for coming in and taking this time away? The woman that you had seen did not seem malicious or unhappy with your presence, though.
“Hey, stop worrying. We’re a strong family unit, you know.”
Before you know it, his large hands come to encompass your face as he uses his thumbs to rub against your cheeks in a soothing way. Your breath hitches momentarily in your throat as you find pink beginning to sprawl along your features. “They aren’t going to hate me because I’m here taking your time…?” The unsure tone coats your tone of voice, and you cannot help but bring your hands up to grasp against the hands touching your face. A part of you had always wondered how it would feel to be held by a man like him, but you had been more focused on your chores and taking care of the household to really pursue anything like… this. Now you had jumped straight beyond a common man and found yourself with a Hashira of all people. It felt too good to be true.
“Absolutely not. The three of them love each other as much as they love me, and you will easily fit into that.”
You note that he has a lot of faith in the fact that there was more than enough love to go around in this place, but something about it still made you feel a tad bit uneasy. You had heard horror stories from your friends about cheaters and the way that they sometimes flew off of the handle. You felt like you were intruding on something that had a delicate balance already, so you could not throw off the anxieties easily like he could. It must’ve been nice being a man who could just say fuck the consequences. “I’ll work hard on it.” You know that you should’ve had a bit more pride than this, but…
Look at him. Even a glimpse at the woman who had peeked in, they all seemed… beautiful, lovely even.
Your insecurities attempted to tell you that you did not fit into the equation, but you sucked in a deep breath to quell that away. Rocking a tad bit on your feet, you bring your hands together to poke your index fingers together anxiously. “...What next?”
“I’ll show you to the bath house, come on.” He does not even wait for a response, but rather, he waves his hand and makes off deeper into the manor.
You follow along, bare feet making little to no noise as you allow yourself to take it all in. It was a big place– but it had to be with four… no, five residents full time. It would have been awful to end up getting in one another’s hair all the time. Then again, if it was really like he said it was…
Your thoughts are interrupted as the two of you head down a few steps and enter another building across the way. He holds the door open for you and you make your way inside, turning to look at him for a few moments as you collect your frayed thoughts. “...do you want to stay?”
“Only if you ask me to.”
For a few moments, you simply stand there. Most men wouldn’t ask for permission if they had finagled your guardians into giving you over, would they? Lips part as you give off a confused sound, but you quickly sober up as you nod your head.
“Mmm. You have to use your words.”
“Will you please stay?” The words come out a little too quickly, like you’re embarrassed or something along those lines. Who could blame you, though? The person standing before you was not only an enigma, but he was a smoking hot one at that, so you can’t help it. Your inexperience is going to be the death of you at this point and you know it, but… he should’ve known that, especially since you have never married, let alone been allowed to go out on dates with the men within the small village you had lived in. Your guardians wanted you pure, wholesome– but it just made you feel more awkward than anything else. The process of thought they harbored regarding you was of absolutely no help what-so-ever in this situation.
Still, though, the man offered a smile in your direction, taking a step forward and allowing the door to shut behind him. He begins to wander through the bathhouse, lighting various candles inside to give a better view of all the things inside. Much to your surprise, it looked as though a bath fueled by a natural hot spring had been attached, and for a moment, your lips parted in surprise. You could only imagine how relaxing it would be after a long day of work around the house, especially since chores had been your main focus ever since you were little. “Wait, so I get to bathe here?” You wince a bit. It sounded like an absolutely stupid question to leave your lips, but the man paces over to stand in front of you.
A hand plants atop of your head and for some reason, it manages to soothe the anxiety right out of you. Admittedly, you felt comparatively small to him, and his gentle nature toward you made you feel… safe, that’s for sure. It was not normal for you to feel this way in the presence of any Hashira, because death tended to come before or even after them. “Any time you want, dear. This is your home now. You will be tired after training sessions, so this is a great place to soothe your muscles after hard work.”
“Training lessons…?” Your hands come up to feel the obi fastened around your midsection, hesitantly fingering at it as you consider if it was appropriate to just… strip down like this right in the middle of the place, but… it did not seem to have any obvious windows that people could look in.
“You’re going to learn to fight for yourself, because I do not want you getting hurt if I am not there to protect you. In learning this, your first priority is always going to be yourself before anyone else, okay?” His finger comes to tap against your nose, and you feel that heat rising up to your cheeks once more.
“I don’t think I’d be any good at that, Lord Tengen. I’ve only done chores my–...”
The finger– which has a red painted nail– presses against your lips to hush you as he focuses his eyes on you. “Chores make you strong.” He reminds you in a delicate way. “It gives you a sense of direction, a baseline of rules to follow. You’ll learn combat and you’ll learn to do it in such a stylish way that people will have no choice but to recognize your flair and skill.” You remember that there was one Hashira that they talked about that was incredibly flamboyant. Admittedly, this should have been something that you immediately recalled, but at this point, you were just counting your blessings that he did not seem all too offensive. Sure, he might’ve ended up making fun of you at one point or another, but as of right now?
A sense of comfort overwhelms you in his presence, in the way that he speaks. His tone of voice is just right and it makes you feel… safe. So, maybe that’s why your hands come around to cautiously undo the tie around your robing, and you carefully hold it on your arm as the rest of the fancy outfit comes to be taken off. Gingerly, you continue to allow the soft fabric to slide down along your shoulders. You’re left in a full body slip and panties, and not much else. Pulling back from him, you give a nod of your head to express that you understand what he is saying to you.
Finding a place to carefully hang up the robes, you say: “I’ll do my best, Lord Tengen. Also, can we put this in storage? I don’t want to give it back to my guardians.” No, not after they did this behind your back, of course. You were going to keep it, maybe find a way to make a different outfit out of it. Whatever they sent you away in, you were going to keep.
“Storage? Why don’t you find something that you can make from it? It is a very good fabric. I bet it would make a good everyday outfit.”
Something about his tone says that he is amused. Did you say something silly?
“You resent them, don’t you?”
That’s what it was. A hand comes up and you undo your hair from any of the accessories that had littered it and you cannot help but push your lower lip outwards into a pout. “...I mean. I would have liked to date, you know? Not get sold off, even if you seem really interesting.” You admit it and you feel good about the way you put it.
“Ah, you find me interesting, then? Good. I could tell you did by the way you’d stare at me when I came around.”
You immediately whirl around to look at him, and you try to steady yourself properly. An audible huffing sound leaves your lips shortly after. “...How could I not? Look at you. You’re–...”
“Hot, I know.” You hadn’t even noticed that he had stripped himself down, leaving nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. “I know the water can’t necessarily get cold, but I’d rather do the rest of our talking in there.” He mentions, soon stepping into the warmth, giving you his back.
“Yeah, that.” You mumble it under your breath, but there’s a small laugh he gives. How could he hear you from so far away, anyways? You move around the area, pulling the dress-like slip over your shoulders, and you wiggle your hips to rid yourself of your undergarments. One of the towels on the shelf near the vanity is grabbed and you nestle it around your form before turning to look at the man in the water. Somewhere inside of your head, there is a small voice that says that you could probably run away now, but there’s an even louder voice that decrees that this is– very likely– the best route that you could’ve been forced into in this life.
Besides, whoever heard of running away from a Hashira anyways?
Gliding forward, you step down into the water and give a pleased sigh outwards as the water envelops your legs. Sinking down further, you feel an arm wrap around your hips and you’re pulled closer to the silver haired man. You hear a murmur in your ear shortly after: “Here. I didn’t get to get your face good enough earlier, so let me finish that. Though, can I say one thing?” Soon after, you find yourself pulled into his lap and you practically fit in the spot perfectly. He’s warm, the water is warm, and at this point, you are practically melting with your back right against his chest.
“You look phenomenal either way.”
A soft washcloth is brought up and it smells of a mixture of lavender and vanilla. You could definitely tell a woman had picked out this specific scent for the soaps in here. It sort of made you excited to know what other scents awaited. Your eyes squeeze shut as he begins to rub away the remaining color from your features, leaving that natural flush of yours on full display. His hand descends from your face, down along your neck, then to either shoulder to rub away the stresses of the day. As he works, he leans into your hair, and a hum leaves his throat.
You don’t know how, or why, but that hum of his seems to roll through your body in a delectable way. It was like when his hands would work, his voice accompanied each touch to hit that much deeper into your muscles. Every so often, you couldn’t help it. You had to squirm in his lap, and as you did, you could feel something rising beneath your backside. Granted, you were inexperienced, but you weren’t stupid. You knew that he had to be gleaning something off of this, or he wouldn’t be doing it.
His unoccupied hand coaxes your arms upwards and he rubs the cloth against your underarms, then he trails to your collarbones, rubbing slow circles against the upper portion of your chest. “Keep your hands up. Lock your fingers behind my head,” he murmurs it into your hair as you silently comply, fingers curling around one another as you keep your body leaned back against his toned chest. His hair had been in a ponytail prior, but you could feel that he had let the medium length strands of hair fall down to frame his face.
His hand comes and hooks on the towel, but he pauses for a moment before pulling it away. “May I?”
You nod your head in response, but that causes him to buck his hips just a bit– an urging nudge.
“I have to hear you say it.” At the very least, you knew that he’d respect any boundaries you had, but hearing yourself give him permission caused a stirring once more in the pit of your stomach. Something about the prospect of him making sure that you absolutely would consent was… special, you supposed.
“You can take the towel off of me, Lord Tengen.”
“That’s my girl.”
The response makes you clam up for a moment, and you cannot stop the flood of color that comes to decorate your features. It was almost like he had managed to steal your breath with one phrase, but you don’t have time to focus on those words. No, rather, you find your body lifted up and disrobed, the towel causing a wet slap on the floor somewhere behind the two of you. He eases you back on his lap and his hand brings the lathered up wash cloth along your breasts, beginning to wash along the supple flesh there. Every so often the squeezes of his hands in conjunction with that humming causes a moan to escape your lips, and you cannot stop your body from melding with his own.
The cloth is left to settle on your shoulder as he employs both of his hands now to begin playing with your breasts. Those fingers sink into the yielding flesh with ease as he practically massages them, playing along with each sound that leaves your lips. The warm, wet water only helps his assault on your pleasure. His fingers soon come to hold your erect nipples between them and he begins to roll them in his grasp, testing out just how much it can make you squirm. There is never a point where he seems to take it too far, either. The man seems to be here for one thing specifically: Your pleasure.
Your mind is practically swimming, too. Even when you played with your own tits you did not glean the same pleasure off of it. This was brand new, and it made your belly twist up in delight. Your thighs begin to rub together as you huff and puff to your own pleasure, your fingers managing to come to grasp in those silver strands of his.
One hand remains at your chest, but his other begins to descend down your belly, rubbing against it, touching and feeling like everything that you were practically belonged to him. At this point, though, who’s fighting that prospect? You certainly were not. Something about this man played positively on every one of your nerves, even the ones that weren’t supercharged for pleasure. Even when he was touching your face or your stomach, you couldn’t help but feel like you were burning for him.
Yet, his hand skips over your pubic area, causing a little huffing sound to leave your lips. “Ah, give me some time to explore you, my darling. You have plenty of time for that, hmm?” He leans forward now, catching the skin at your neck with his teeth, sinking in just enough to cause a gasp to leave your lips. Between his teeth, you can feel his tongue sneak up to catch a taste of your skin, and you’re squirming all over again. His other hand leaves your chest and he begins to squeeze against your thighs, painted fingernails digging into the skin there.
“...you’ll make a perfect fighter. You’re so beautifully defined,” he lets go of your neck to murmur this in your ear, and you cannot lie to yourself– his praise makes you feel all too hot. There’s an aching feeling between your legs that you cannot get rid of, and you almost want to unwind your hands to put them between your legs, but… You feel that deep-seated need to be good for him that you cannot shake. Perhaps it is the way that he is using his breathing techniques to enhance the entire situation, but you cannot be too sure. The man has you in some kind of vice grip that you never thought that you would succumb to.
His fingers work into your muscle, releasing any tension therein. That body of yours continues to squirm, and then he comes to lock a strong arm around your hips to hold you in place. You pant into the humid atmosphere, your mind practically spinning from his touch. Hands unwind and you bring your fingers to grab at the arm holding you in place. You don’t know why, but you just need something to anchor you in place.
“Love, if you keep squirming like that, I’m going to end up breaking you open sooner than I anticipated.”
“Please,” your voice escapes you in a needy manner, fingers digging into the skin of his muscle.
“Please what? You don’t want to be too hasty, do you?”
You’re poised and ready to answer with what you want, but his other hand had been moving while your little exchange had been going on. His fingers slip into your folds, two of them beginning to rub up against your clit. It causes a cry to escape your chest, your back attempting to arch against his chest– but that strong arm of his continues to hold you tight.
“Do I have to ask again?” His voice has grown husky, dripping with certain lust. Even in the water, your body had produced more than enough lubrication as he touched along you. “...I forgot just how much someone who’s been untouched can get wet. How many nights did you lay in your bed waiting for me to come whisk you away? I bet you couldn’t keep your hands off yourself.”
Those fingers continue to rub against that sensitive spot, and you are simply forced to endure it. You couldn’t squirm, but your nails certainly scraped along that arm holding onto you. “I–... I…” Your words are interrupted by shaky moans, your head leaning back against his shoulder. “A..ah, at least… at least a couple of times,” you would have never admitted it to anyone else. The fact that you had touched yourself prior to this man was supposed to remain between your own two ears, and yet here you were with your newfound husband, admitting to some of your most lewd low points.
“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to resort to it again.”
His teeth sink into your earlobe after he makes that promise to you, and you feel all of that build up within you suddenly break free. Your cries could likely be heard by the whole manor at this point, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He had you riding a wave of orgasm almost too intense for you to stand. His hand continued to overstimulate that sensitive part of your body, and your walls clamp together in search of anything they could squeeze. “There you go, good girl– good girl,” he murmurs all throughout the moment that you’ve become a trembling mess.
As soon as you could gather your mind once more, you press your back up against him as you attempt to get a look at him. “...break me open. Please, Lord Tengen.” You state it in such a breathless manner that he has to pause, staring in your direction in momentary shock. Perhaps he had expected you to continue writhing in his grasp, or maybe he had expected to have to prompt you again, but you were a quick learner– especially when it came to him. You felt confident in your capability of using your words to get what you want when it was just between the two of you, and you were going to demonstrate it. After all, he had heard the more salacious bits of your fantasies. Maybe you’d even share the scenarios you imagined the two of you in later on.
“Then turn around, I want to see you.”
With his guidance, you turn so that either knee is placed at his hips. Your gazes meet and you bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, holding yourself in place. Leaning forward, he moves in to capture your lips. You practically melt into this advance as he moves his hand beneath the water. You can feel the tip of his cock beginning to prod against your entrance, but you’re too tangled up in this kiss to really be able to divide your attention.
His hands settle on your hips as he sinks you down along every inch of him. He takes his time to stretch out those walls of yours, and every whine that you may have for him breaking that virginity of yours is lost in his mouth as his tongue comes to rub up against yours. The taste between the two of you intermingles in an almost intoxicating way, and before you even know it? He’s bottomed out within you. Breaking away from the kiss, you cannot help the panting that spills from your lips and the strands of hair that stick to your face, giving you an almost sloppy appearance before your new spouse.
However, the loving way that he stares in your direction causes your stomach to clench up in an interesting way. Your legs shake a bit, but the reassuring squeezes upon your hips cause your breathing to clear up a bit as your forehead pressed against his.
“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?”
“S…some guy’s told me I’m phenomenal.” You reference his words from earlier, trying to gain a leg up on the witty banter, but he just gives a grin in your direction. He guides your hips in an almost expert manner, and he’s almost completely escaped those walls of yours, but soon he brings you down on his length all over again. A spark tingles along every part of your body as he repeats the action, dragging along every nerve ending within you as he moves your hips with ease. The water splashes with each meeting between your bodies, over and over again.
The way he rolls his hips beneath you has you squirming. The delectable feeling of this man working in and out of you causes that same sensation to begin building up within you from earlier, but somehow, this time it feels much deeper than before. You begin to find your own strength, too– and rather than him having to move your hips for you, you begin to use your arms around his neck to begin meeting the tempo he looks to establish with you.
By no means is it perfect on your end, but surely you would learn with this master guiding you, hm?
“There you go. Just like that.” His words are still like music, and it encourages you to continue. His cock stirs within you, twitching in such a way that you had never experienced before. It is so alien, but that feeling only grinds up into those mind boggling spots that couldn’t be touched by anyone else.
“Lord Tengen, I…–!” Your frantic words fill the silence between you, but you soon find your lips caught up in his own once more. The building feeling finally crashes down on you once more, especially as he brings a hand against your lower back, allowing him to press all too deep within you. As your walls clamp down in orgasm, you can feel his cock within you practically pulsating and giving you a feeling of fullness. You can feel the hot liquid beginning to slip out of you and into the water, but you cannot be bothered to care as you writhe in the grasp of practical bliss.
Any cries you had afterwards had been spilled right into his mouth. The sounds the two of you would make intermingled into one until you’d both calm down. He brings his arms up to hold you close into his chest, giving a hazy little grin as he pulls away from your lips.
“I knew you’d be the perfect addition to this family.” He whispers the words toward you, maroon gaze stuck upon your features.
His words would only continue to lavish you well into the night, too. It seems as though the bathhouse has become an impromptu honeymoon spot for you and Tengen Uzui. You’d have it no other way, either.
You were happy to be his fourth wife, and your relationship with the other women only flourished as you all faced the atrocities of this demon infested world together.