In the pitch-black room—illuminated only by the faint light of the hearth—I cupped Ichihime's soft cheeks in my hands and devoured her luscious lips with fervor.
As we intertwine our tongues like dogs, smacking and sucking, she lets out a muffled cry, expressing her pleasure.
Clutching desperately at the sleeves of my brand-new kimono, Ichihime endured the pleasure being transmitted through her mucous membranes.
She looked so cute like that, and when I released her tongue, I started kissing .啄peck
Then Ichihime's crimson tongue extended and began licking my lips .擽tickle
A shiver of sexual pleasure ran through my hips, and I invited her outstretched tongue back into my mouth and sucked it.
"Mmm...ah...chu...mm..."
Ichihime shivers slightly as she savors the warmth inside my mouth.
When I stopped sucking her tongue, her slender arms wrapped around my neck, and she pressed her lips against mine, exploring the inside of my mouth with her soft tongue.
My beloved wife's warm, moist mucous membranes crawl all over the inside of my mouth.
The gap between her front teeth and lips, the inside of her cheek, the roof of her mouth, and finally, my tongue, the main attraction—
More than anything, the feeling of Ichihime's hot breaths entering my mouth directly is incredibly pleasant.
Incidentally, it's probably common knowledge for modern people that human breath isn't entirely carbon dioxide, but contains a significant amount of oxygen.
In other words, the act of deep kissing is also a process in which a loving man and woman send oxygen infused with each other's passion into their lungs and dissolve it into their bloodstream.
"Ah... ah... Lord Nagamasa... more..."
Once I let go, Ichihime, with a completely melted expression on her face, would urge me to continue in a sweet, pleading voice.
A faint orange light flickers in the darkness.
And then—the flames from the hearth illuminated Ichihime's entire body.
She breathes heavily, her mouth slightly open, and gazes at me with a melting expression. Her disheveled loungewear reveals her cleavage, and if I peek from an angle, I can catch a glimpse of the pale pink tips of her nipples.
Unable to resist the temptation, I pounced on Ichihime's body.
Then he pushed her down onto the sheet beside the hearth and roughly tore off her clothes.
My rough movements stirred up the flames in the hearth, causing them to flicker and burst into flames.
"Ah...! N-Nagamasa-sama, you can't do that so suddenly... mm..."
He pressed down on Ichihime and forced her lips open.
Indeed, at first she looked bewildered, but as soon as our tongues intertwined, she melted into a dazed state, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.
"Lord Nagamasa... I adore you... I love you... mm... kiss... ah..."
Ichihime confesses her affection for me during a breath in our deep kiss, and then we indulge in lewd oral sex once again.
The love and lust relationship, two sides of the same coin, revealed by the wife she loves.
"Ichi... I love you... You belong to me... I'll never let anyone have you..."
As I leaned over her and said that, her hips twitched.
Then, tightening her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer—and Ichihime herself pressed her lips against mine, parting her lips.
A passionate kiss, something you'd never imagine from the virtuous and demure woman she is during the day.
Her tongue meticulously licks my gums, crawls along the roof of my mouth, and then entwines with mine.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Ichihime was clinging to me desperately, seemingly engrossed in the kiss.
I explored her ample mounds with my left hand and stroked them upwards.
Yet, she only let out a faint sigh and showed no sign of pulling away from my lips.
"Mmm... mmmmmm!"
So I suddenly suck on her tongue, lick and bite it.
Then she trembled and hugged me tightly—and then she suddenly relaxed.
"Ichi...you..."
"Oh... don't say it... please don't say it..."
Ichihime covered her bright red face with both hands and turned face down as if to escape from me.
Judging from the scene, it seems certain that she reached orgasm solely through oral intercourse.
Ah... so cute. She's just so incredibly cute.
"You're so disgusting..."
"Ahhh... No, no way..."
As I licked her from her shoulder blades down to her neck, Ichihime let out a small shriek and protested in a tearful voice.
"I...I didn't choose to be in this condition..."
As I stroked her shoulder, my beloved wife trembled uncontrollably, her voice filled with sensual pleasure beneath her tearful tremor.
I'm not someone who doesn't understand that.
"Don't lie... You're a sensitive, lustful woman who gets aroused by everything I do..."
"No... No..."
Denying it with a tearful voice, yet revealing her masochistic pleasure in my verbal abuse, Ichihime trembled.
Suddenly, I found myself remembering our first night together.
(Now that I think about it, the city initially refused to accept pleasure...)
Then, as a pretext to make her accept the pleasure, he encouraged her to shift the blame by saying, "It's my fault, as her husband, that she feels good during sex."
"That brings back memories..."
"picture...?"
I thought to myself as I stroked Ichihime's beautiful waist .括neck
"On our wedding night, you were completely at my mercy... but now you're the one who asks for my lips..."
He continued, stroking the side of her chest, which was flattened as she lay face down.
"These breasts, which at first offered a slight resistance to me, have now become so soft that they accept me with just a touch..."
I whispered as I nibbled on Ichihime's earlobe.
"Both your body and your mind... you've become completely depraved, haven't you?"
Then she protested, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Isn't this... Lord Nagamasa's fault...?"
"what?"
"Lord Nagamasa does so many naughty things... Ichi... Ichi...!"
Ah... even her crying face is cute.
With those thoughts in mind, I licked Ichihime's lips with my tongue.
Then, as if by reflex, she parted her lips, stuck out her tongue, and intertwined it with mine.
"So... you hate it?"
"picture...?"
He pulled his tongue away and stroked Ichihime's head as he asked—and she let out a dazed sigh.
"Do you... hate doing things like this with me, Ichi...?"
"Th...that is..."
As I slowly stroked down her flawless, white, and beautiful back, enjoying the elasticity of her buttocks, my beloved wife let out a seductive sigh.
"What do you think?"
"That...that's...!"
Ichihime's face flushed with shame, and she shook her head in denial.
Ichihime's buttocks were exquisite.
First of all, it's completely different from the average, flabby, and unremarkable piece of meat you'd find anywhere.
On top of firm muscles sits a layer of moist fat that is neither too thin nor too thick.
In the world I used to come from, many women were working hard on dieting.
Common sense dictates that when you restrict energy intake, such as on a diet, the first thing you lose is muscle, not fat.
Many women are happy to have lost weight through dieting, but in reality, this is equivalent to causing the muscles necessary for survival to atrophy.
Indeed, my personal empirical research concluded that "women who diet tend to have sagging buttocks."
The buttocks are supported by muscles, and if these are lost, they will not be able to withstand the weight of the fat and will inevitably sag.
This puts a strain on the lower back, which benefits the chiropractors and massage therapists. I think it's a clever economic system, seriously.
I play with her perfect ass.
A different kind of softness than that of breasts; a springy softness based on muscle.
It's soft and fluffy, yet incredibly bouncy. To put it simply, it's like the ultimate high-rebound pillow.
As her buttocks were being stroked, Ichihime's body must have become increasingly flushed.
Occasionally letting out seductive moans, she finally seemed to make up her mind and parted her luscious lips.
"...I...like you."
"..."
"I... I like... to have a lewd... baby-making session with Lord Nagamasa."
I was more shocked than I had anticipated by my beloved wife's words.
It's more than just that Ichihime affirmed her pleasure; there's a raw, visceral quality to it, that she acknowledged our act as a genuine "reproductive act."
(The city... despite how chaotic things were... was fully aware that this was the act of creating a child.)
My big sun was taut like never before.
(So, every time you received my sperm deep inside your womb, you were hoping to become pregnant—)
"Ah... Lord Nagamasa... it hurts..."
I grabbed Ichihime's buttocks and spread them apart.
There, you'll find a pale ball and the incubus's hole that entices men and craves them insatiably.窄Subo
"Ah... no... you shouldn't go there..."
Instead of immediately going for a deep throat, I grabbed her buttocks and put them in my mouth.
Ichihime's hips swayed, and I clung to her waist, licking and sucking her buttocks, biting into them.
"It...it hurts...please stop..."
But I paid no attention to Ichihime's voice and devoured her luscious buttocks.
I sensed that her voice of protest had an eerie wavering quality, tinged with a hint of anticipation.
I continued to run my tongue along her buttocks for a while , but instead of going straight to her vulva, I moved to her smooth thighs.舐Nebu
"Ah... yeah... ahhh..."
I pressed my cheek against her thigh, savoring the silky smooth feel of her beautiful skin.
Then I run my tongue over it, licking and sucking it to my heart's content—and then I sink my teeth in and bite it.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
When I sank my teeth into her thigh, Ichihime's face immediately took on an ecstatic expression.
A pain that feels even more intense than that of the buttocks.
I thought that it had instantly awakened her masochistic sensuality and transformed her pain into pleasure, but it seems my beloved wife was in a place far beyond my expectations.
"N-no...! Tsubaki and the others will see us...!"
She said that with a blank expression on her face.
"It's fine, isn't it? Show them, 'I'm a bad wife who enjoys having her husband's teeth marks on her.'"
"Oh... it's awful... it's awful..."
Despite saying that, a generous amount of saliva was dripping from Ichihime's honey pot right in front of him.
The thought of the maids witnessing the raw evidence of their marital relations must be giving him a thrilling, alluring sexual sensation.
Incidentally, in this era, maintaining the personal grooming of a daimyo's wife required considerable effort and could not possibly be accomplished without the assistance of her ladies-in-waiting.
In other words, if I leave bite marks or hickeys on Ichihime's skin, the ladies-in-waiting will immediately find out, saying, "You had a good time last night, didn't you?"
"What's so awful...? First of all, what's with how wet you are?"
With Ichihime's lustful climax imminent, I try tormenting my wife with words while blowing on her.
She turned bright red and covered her face with both hands.
But that was an expression of Ichihime's own lewd expectations.
Her legs were spread wide to welcome me, and she didn't even try to cover her pussy, which was overflowing with love juice, with her hands.
The old her would have at least shown some resistance, such as tightly closing her legs to avoid showing her crotch out of shame.
However, even though Ichihime is embarrassed, she feels a perverse pleasure in having me see her private parts, and what's more, she actually desires to be verbally reprimanded for it.
It's been a month since we got married. This is the result of having sex and training her almost every day, several times in total. It's quite moving.
"Wow... what is this..."
As I parted her soft labia with both hands, a strong, feminine scent immediately wafted into my nostrils.
A thick, lewd mucus forms a bridge between the labia minora, and oozes out from the vaginal opening deep inside.
"Ichi, you..."
"Please don't say it... Please don't say it..."
Shaking her head in denial, Ichihime pleaded in a pleading voice.
"It's...it's strange..."
"It certainly looks strange, doesn't it? It's become so disgustingly gooey and slimy..."
When I blew on her, Ichihime's hips trembled uncontrollably, and her vaginal opening began to open and close, looking very eager.
"Ah...hii..."
"You were pretty slutty even when you were a virgin, but... you've really come a long way."
"Th-that's..."
I was overcome with emotion and thrust my right index and middle fingers into her vaginal opening.
Without any resistance, her vaginal opening welcomed my finger, enveloping it with its soft, fleshy walls.
Even though it had been disinfected, I had stuck my injured fingertip in—naturally, a sharp, stinging pain shot through it.
As if sensing this, the warm opening of flesh began to gently embrace my wound.
But I wasn't searching for that kind of care when I went looking for her honey pot.
"H-h-ahhh! No, no, no, no!"
As I thrust my hand, Ichihime's vulva began to make lewd squelching sounds.
With each movement of my palm, I touched and pressed her clitoris, sending direct waves of pleasure into Ichihime's body.
"Ah, ahhhhh! No, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."
These obscene words are a product of my education.
If there were people outside, they would hear everything at this volume. Or perhaps the sound of water leaking from the honey pot.
My beloved wife's hips began to wriggle, and I held them down with my left hand while continuing my intense caresses with my fingers.
The light of reason rapidly faded from Ichihime's eyes, and her hips, the envy of every man, twisted as if trying to escape pleasure.
"Ah... Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa...!"
Then she cried out my name and reached her climax—her body trembling violently as she tightly gripped my fingers with her lower mouth.
"Ah... ahh... ahh..."
When I pulled my finger out of the honey pot with a "nyupon" sound, I could feel that it was covered in a thick, gooey mucus.
I flipped Ichihime over and silently extended my fingertips towards her mouth—she shyly licked them with the tip of her tongue before parting her luscious lips.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm..."
My fingertips are enveloped in the warm mucous membrane inside her mouth.
Next, the rough tip of her tongue scraped off the mucus that had clung to my fingertips.
From Ichihime's perspective, it should have been a humiliating experience to have her own bodily fluids licked up, but instead, her expression melted with bliss, and she continued to suck on my fingers mindlessly.
"Ah...!"
However, when I stroked her clitoris with my left hand, Ichihime, perhaps taken aback, stopped servicing my finger.
I looked at my right hand, which was now slick with Ichihime's saliva, and decided to rub the liquid onto her clitoris.
"Y-yes..."
When I gently stroked her clitoris, which was still hidden by the foreskin but peeking out just a little, Ichihime let out a deep sigh as if she were lost in thought.
Eventually, the cute clitoris peeked out from its foreskin, and I brought my lips closer. I gently pecked at it with my lips, then decided to gently caress it with my tongue.
"Ah, ah...! Lord Nagamasa, there, there is... mmm..."
As I licked her erect clitoris, stroking it upwards, Ichihime moaned, gripping the sheets and writhing violently.
"Wha... Lord Nagamasa... please forgive me... please... mmm..."
Her hips were trembling and spasming, but all the muscles in her body were completely relaxed, and she was at my mercy.
If you were to stand up and take a closer look at Ichihime's beauty, she would quickly turn away shyly.
I played with her hair, then leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
"Ichi, what's wrong? What do you want me to forgive you for?"
"You're... so mean... Lord Nagamasa is so mean..."
With teary, glistening eyes, Ichihime raised a small voice of protest to me.
As I gazed intently at her face, I kneaded her soft breasts with my left hand—feeling their moist softness and undeniable weight in my palm.
I've touched it so many times I could get tired of it, but I never get tired of it. It's truly a mysterious body.
First, I run my tongue over the left nipple, making .凝Japanese anchovy
While playfully twisting it with my fingertips, I took my right nipple into my mouth and sucked on it—
He leaned his body down, pressed himself against Ichihime, and licked her neck.
Then, when I press my lips against hers and intertwine our tongues—my personal, beloved prostitute makes her appearance.
"I want it..."
Ichihime lowered her eyes and murmured shyly.
I stroked her cheek and asked.
"What do you want...?"
"Lord Nagamasa's... strong... thick... magnificent... penis..."
Ichihime spread her legs wide, parting her labia with both hands, and pleaded in a voice so faint it was almost inaudible.
"I can't bear it any longer... I beg for your mercy, Lord Nagamasa... Oh... Please, put it in Ichi's pussy..."
Seeing Ichihime shyly recite the slang I had taught her, I reached the height of excitement and grabbed her slender waist.
Then, he pressed the painfully hard tip of his big penis against her wet, slutty hole and thrust his hips forward.
Suddenly, soft, warm, and alluring walls of flesh welcome me in.
"It's... here..."
As my rigid penis slammed against her cervix, Ichihime tilted her head back and murmured with a melted expression.
And as for me, I was so aroused that, embarrassingly, I was about to come.
Perhaps it's partly because they've been fighting continuously due to the war.
When faced with the brink of life and death, our instincts yearn to pass on our genes to future generations.
In that case, the brain sends a signal to ejaculate while the pleasure is still moderate—it's not that I have premature ejaculation. It's not that I have premature ejaculation. Important things must be confirmed twice.
"Lord Nagamasa... please, please go to the market..."
--They have returned.
Princess Ichihime shed a few tears.
"Please... Lord Nagamasa... reassure me... that everything will be alright now... hold me close and reassure me..."
I put my arms around her shoulders, lowered my face to her breasts, and pinched her nipples between my lips, licking and sucking them.
When I moved my hips, rubbing them against her, Ichihime let out a sobbing cry and hugged my head tightly.
Japanese anchovyWhen I bit into her erect, pale pink nipple, Ichihime's vaginal opening contracted tightly.
"Ah...ah..."