In the Sengoku period (Warring States period), LED lights, white fluorescent lamps, and incandescent bulbs did not exist, unlike today.
Therefore, in this era, 8 PM is practically the end of the world.
However, our ancestors, who instinctively feared darkness and sought light, devised indoor lanterns using [unclear/unclear].荏胡麻Perilla
By soaking a rope in plant resin, lighting the end, and covering the flame with white paper, the light diffuses, providing a soft, dim light in the room for an extended period.
This is the style of lantern used by most daimyo families, samurai families, and merchant families during the Sengoku period (Warring States period).
In that dim light, I had pinned Ichihime to the ground.
This is only the second time my wife and I have shared a bed.
Ichihime's clothes were completely disheveled, revealing her flushed shoulders and thighs.
My palms are crawling all over her lustrous skin.
Ichihime seemed particularly sensitive on her neck and the area from the inside of her thighs down to her knees, as she would tremble every time I touched those spots.
"Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa..."
"city..."
As I caress her all over, she calls my name as if she's in a feverish trance.
That was probably her way of making the best request she could.
Ichihime is being teased and aroused by my touch, a pleasure akin to tickling. It's been over ten minutes since I pushed her down onto the futon, and although I've touched her breasts and thighs, I haven't touched any of her direct erogenous zones, such as her nipples or clitoris.
It wasn't just Ichihime; women of this era were unable to voice their own carnal desires—desires such as "I want you to touch me here."
"Ah..."
When I stopped caressing Ichihime's body, she let out a sad cry.
Although her body only lost her virginity yesterday, she is gradually learning how to experience pleasure.
After all, she has a body so naughty that she can reach orgasm during her very first sexual encounter.
Their potential ability to receive sexual stimulation must be extremely high.
How to improve that is where a husband's skills will be put to the test.
I placed both hands beside Ichihime's neck and looked down at her beautiful face.
Ichihime narrowed her teary eyes and smiled.
Then, she hesitantly extended her beautiful hands, placed them on my cheeks, and slowly stroked them.
"Lord Nagamasa... Ichi is a very fortunate woman..."
嫋TaoWith a bright smile, Ichihime said:
"To have been able to touch Lord Nagamasa, and to be able to touch him like this... just being able to feel Lord Nagamasa's warmth makes me so happy... my heart feels like it's going to burst..."
"I see..."
I felt a little embarrassed.
I want you to actually imagine this: A stunningly beautiful girl, pinned down by me, smiles from the bottom of her heart and confesses, "I'm happy because of you." It would be strange not to blush.
To mask those feelings, I kissed Ichihime's luscious lips.
She looked surprised for a moment, but as I intertwined my tongue with hers and exchanged saliva, or began to slurp hers, her eyes gradually narrowed, and her expression became dreamy.
It seems Ichihime really does like kissing.
Just before my tongue started to hurt, I pulled away and asked Ichihime, who was completely dazed.攣Tsu
"The city really likes this."
"Yes... I love it... I love doing it with Lord Nagamasa ..."接吻Kiss
"I see."
I lightly kissed her lips, and that alone made Ichihime's body tremble and convulse.
It seems that this was the final blow that brought her to orgasm.
She really does have a sexy body.
I was delighted to find her so rewarding to develop, and I whispered into Ichihime's ear, gently nibbling on her earlobe.
"Ichi, from now on, you're going to call kissing a 'kiss.' If you don't follow the rules, you'll be punished."
"Yes..."
"Ichi, what do you like to do with me...?"
"A kiss..."
"Okay"
I held her sensitive body close, and as I kissed Ichihime again, our tongues intertwining and saliva mingling, I gently stroked her head.
But then, after all that, I suddenly remembered.
Right, what am I doing?
The purpose of tonight isn't to get intimate.
The whole point was to punish Ichihime for falling asleep before me on our wedding night!
Feeling disgusted with myself for forgetting the original purpose, I said to her, who had her hand on my chest and was smiling softly and happily.
"Now that you mention it, I had completely forgotten about that..."
"Yes, what can I help you with...?"
Ichihime responded in a sweet voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I continued speaking while gently massaging the underside of her breasts, being careful not to touch her nipples.
"You went to bed earlier than me last night, didn't you..."
"yes..."
Suddenly seeing Ichihime's happy face , she became dejected.萎wrinkle
My wife's expressions change so quickly. She's so cute.
"I'm not blaming you, Ichi."
"..."
As I stroked his head, I said:
"But you yourself can't forgive yourself for that, can you? Well then, I'll punish you."
So, let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? When I asked, Ichihime nodded and rose from between my arms.
Then, with me lying down in front of her, she bent over, still in her disheveled clothes, bowed her head with her hands clasped together, and placed her hands on the ground.
"Please...discipline Ichi... I am a bad wife... I must do as Lord Nagamasa pleases, as you wish... Otherwise, Ichi will never be able to forgive herself..."
Hmm, what a goddess. I thought to myself as I watched my wife bowing deeply.
Women like that are definitely extinct in the world I lived in.
With my heart overflowing with affection for Ichihime, I deliberately said curtly, "Raise it."面front
Ichihime's face, as she turned towards me, looked somewhat anxious, and there was a faint hint of fear in it.
I didn't understand why,
"Please... Lord Nagamasa. Please, please don't hate Ichi... don't hate Ichi...!"
Her strained voice finally made it all make sense.
I think Ichihime probably thinks I'm being kind to her out of exasperation.
He interprets Ichihime, who failed to fulfill the role a wife of that era should have, as being told "Okay, okay, I forgive you" out of respect for the Oda family with whom they had just formed an alliance, while thinking, "This woman is a truly hopeless piece of shit."
Apparently, the meaning behind a wife falling asleep before her husband is more significant than I had imagined.
Well... I can understand why she'd be so desperate, since the Oda family's reputation within the Asai family rests on the shoulders of Ichihime, the wife of the family head.
"Well..."
I pretended to be deep in thought and looked around the room that had been given to Ichihime.
Then, I noticed it in the corner of the room .床几Shogi
I sat up abruptly and started to walk towards the corner of the room to get it, but—
"N-Nagamasa-sama...!"
To my surprise, Ichihime clung to my leg.
They probably thought I was angry and was about to leave my room.
Incidentally, historical research often suggests that men of that era were more prone to outbursts of anger than men of today.
They get furious over things that are completely insignificant by modern standards, at times that make no sense.
For example, Takeda Katsuyori, the last head of the Kai Takeda clan, and Date Masamune, a maverick of the late Sengoku period, are said to have gotten furious in the middle of having sex with their concubines and stormed off to their rooms. Uesugi Kenshin, on the other hand, is said to have had a tantrum while walking down the castle corridor and stabbed his sword into a pillar, which is truly astonishing.
Ichihime's actions were likely a reflection of the times she lived in.
"Please forgive me...! I, I will change my ways and serve Lord Nagamasa with all my heart and soul...!"
I was deeply moved by Ichihime's earnestness and fell in love with her all over again, but I also thought that this might be my chance to reshape Ichihime to my liking in a sexual way.
I deliberately shook off Ichihime with force.
"Oh..." she sighed sadly, and she fell and began to sob.俯Down
I'm sorry, but it can't be helped for the sake of my Ichihime development plan.
He picked up the stool and deliberately made a loud noise placing it beside Ichihime, who had burst into tears.
Ichihime's shoulders trembled, and she hesitantly looked at me, tears still streaming down her face.
I roughly sat down on the stool and peered into Ichihime's face.
Hmm, even her crying face is cute, and very appealing. This is good too.
"city"
"Y-yes!"
With tears streaming down her face and sobbing uncontrollably, Ichihime still desperately tried not to take her eyes off my face.
I asked her, moving slowly and with an air of authority, as if speaking to a retainer in a grand hall.
"You said you would serve me with all your heart and soul, didn't you?"
"Yes... yes! I am Lord Nagamasa's wife...! I am Lord Nagamasa's wife...! If it belongs to Lord Nagamasa, I will do anything--"御為Ontame
"You'll do anything, huh... Very well."
I thrust my aroused son in front of Ichihime.
Ichihime's face was bright red, and she was trembling slightly.
"Ichi, what is this?"
"match..."
Ichihime, flushed with shame, let her gaze wander between me and my son.
"What are you asking, Ichi?"
"W-w-w-w..."
"Ma?"
" ...that is..."魔羅Mara
Ichihime said this with her voice trailing off at the end.
I see, so in this era they called their sons "Mara." Well, it's understandable considering it's a society heavily influenced by Buddhism.
"Ichi, listen carefully. From now on, when you're with me, you're going to call this 'penis'."閨中Keichu
"I...I understand..."
Ichihime looks pretty embarrassed, but I'm pretty embarrassed too... this is.
Imagine a grown man saying "penis" to a woman.
...Well, to get Ichihime to call me that, I'd quickly forget any momentary embarrassment.
"So, what's going on with mine?"
"Th...that's..."
Ichihime, trembling uncontrollably, seemed to have reached the height of shame, and said:
"Ahhh... Lord Nagamasa's penis...! It's curved and bumpy... and, and... it's so magnificent...! It looks like it's about a foot long... Such a magnificent thing, such a magnificent thing in the middle of the city..."
By the way, one shaku is 30 centimeters. My son is a world-class big sun.
That's why it remains even after being embedded in Ichihime's vaginal opening.
I was quite aroused by the sight of my beloved wife writhing in agony, and I brought it closer to her beautiful face.
"Ichi, I'm going to discipline you...! From this day forward, you will become my woman, mine alone...!"
"N-Nagamasa-sama...!"
The tearful expression on Ichihime's face from moments before was nowhere to be seen; her face was completely melted with pleasure as she accepted my advances.
The fact that she reacts to the phrase "my woman" suggests that she might be the type who likes to be controlled.
...Well, I'd be happy too if a girl I liked said, "I'm going to make you my boyfriend!" But even so, I feel like Ichihime is somehow different from me. Maybe she's more of a masochist.
By the way, I've been imagining that Nobunaga's wife, Princess Kicho, was a sadist, but that's irrelevant right now.
"Ichi, try touching it."
I took Ichihime's soft, white hand and placed it in her hand to hold my son.
"So, what do you think?"
"Ah...it's hot..."
Ichihime, still holding my son, said in a shaky voice, as if consumed by the heat:
"It's hot... and I'm trembling... ahh...! It's so hard... but it's also elastic...! The veins are popping out... ahh... so strong..."
You don't need to go into that much detail. I thought to myself, "Ichihime, you're being ridiculous."
But she was completely out of breath, her eyes fixed on my son.
Wow, this girl is sexy. I think she's always had that kind of inclination.
"Try moving your hands, up and down."
"Y-yes...!"
Ichihime starts to play with my son.
At first, she seemed quite awkward, but as expected of the sister of Oda Nobunaga, the conqueror of the Sengoku period, she has a quick memory.
Not too strong, not too weak, her slender, supple fingers rubbed against my penis with just the right amount of grip.
Moreover, Ichihime was looking up at me with an anxious yet undeniably lewd and excited expression, as if to say, "Is this alright...?"
Oh, I can't stand it.
My big dick was so moved by my wife's bravery that it began to shed tears from its tip.
Pre-ejaculatory fluid clung to Ichihime's beautiful fingertips, making a sticky, obscene sound.
"Ichi... that's enough."
"Haaah...haaah..."
"city!"
"Y-yes!"
Perhaps she was so engrossed in giving me a handjob that Ichihime didn't respond to my calls, and only responded when I raised my voice. Seriously, what a naughty girl.
For now, I praise her by saying "You did a good job," and give her a pat on the head as a reward.
Then Ichihime showed a look of genuine joy.
"Remember this: from now on, whenever I ask, you will serve me like this. Understand?"
"Understood."
Ichihime bowed her head, placing her hands on the ground. My pre-ejaculate remained clinging to her fingertips, forming a bridge between her supple fingers.
Noticing this, I commanded Ichihime with my eyes, "Lick it."
Then her face turned bright red and she shook her head vigorously.
"Have you forgotten, Ichi? This is discipline."
When I said it menacingly, she hesitantly brought her fingers, wet with my pre-ejaculate, to her mouth.
In her mind, the idea of putting her fingertips—especially those covered in a man's bodily fluids—into her mouth must seem like an unthinkable and shameful act.
However, she cannot resist.
If I, her husband, tell her to do it, Ichihime must do it.
Or perhaps, they're simply using my orders as a pretext to act on something they were originally interested in but had been suppressing with reason.
"Ah...ah"
Ichihime licked her fingertips and then shivered violently.
"What does it taste like?"
I ask her slowly and as lewdly as possible.
Then she looked very embarrassed,
"It...it tastes like Lord Nagamasa..."
He said.
What the heck is that? I don't understand. That's what I thought for a moment, but on second thought, it's a very Ichihime-like answer.
To her, I'm the only man. The only male bodily fluid she knows that tastes like mine.
That's probably why the idea of "my own flavor" came about.
Thinking about it that way, Ichihime seems incredibly adorable. My affection level is about to go way above its limit.
"city"
"yes..."
Ichihime licked up all of my pre-cum that was on her fingers, and still not satisfied, continued to suck on them. It was only when I heard her voice that she came back to her senses and made an embarrassed face.
It seems that Ichihime is the type of person who, once she becomes engrossed in something, can see and hear nothing else.
I have serious doubts about whether handjobs and licking up pre-cum are really worth that much. Though I do enjoy it.
I silently pointed my left finger at Ichihime.
Then Ichihime understood my intention and ran her tongue over my fingertips.
"Mm..."
I can feel Ichihime's hot breath on the back of my hand.
A seductive lubricant crawled out from those gorgeous lips.
The warmth and ticklish sensation on my fingers feels pleasant.
Just watching her beautiful face and tongue move back and forth from my fingertips to the base sends an intense sexual sensation running down my spine.
Her glossy black hair flowed down, revealing her pale neck, and that's when my patience reached its limit.
"Including the city"
"...got it"
Ichihime takes my finger into her mouth and licks it slowly and gently.
When I reached out and brushed away the fabric from her kimono, a magnificent, taut curve defying gravity was revealed.
I stretched out my right hand and gripped the trembling thing,
"Ah..."
With a dazed expression, Ichihime held my left finger in her mouth and let out a hot sigh.
I savored the softness of her breasts with my right hand, occasionally stroking her pale pink nipples.
Then Ichihime let out a muffled, sweet moan and began to perform even more tongue service on my left finger.
As I continued to caress her, my beloved wife's nipples went from being soft and trembling to becoming firm, hard, and gummy-like in texture.
Sensing that Ichihime was also getting aroused from servicing my fingers, I ordered her to "pleasure your own nipples and clitoris."
Her mind must have been completely consumed with lust. She offered no real resistance, instead letting her supple fingertips trace over the breast and between her legs that I wasn't touching.
As I crushed her nipples, rubbed them, and kneaded her breasts from the base, Ichihime's tongue movements became even more intense.
But she suddenly took her fingers away from her mouth and plopped down on her bottom.
"What's wrong? I didn't say anything about stopping."
When I said that, Ichihime covered her face with both hands and began shaking her head vigorously.
He must have come to his senses and become ashamed of his foolish behavior.
But why now...?
That's what I thought, but then I noticed that the futon between her legs was soaked with some kind of liquid, and I understood everything.
I got up from the stool and leaned my face close to Ichihime's ear and whispered.
"...Were you close to reaching your climax?"
Ichihime's body jumped. It seemed she had guessed correctly.
She licked my fingers, and as I caressed her breasts, she pleasured her own nipples and clitoris, which brought her close to orgasm, before she came back to her senses.
For the virtuous Princess Ichi, her active service and masturbation must have been nothing but shameful.
However, from my perspective, this was a good opportunity.
"Open your mouth."
"Oh... Please forgive me, please forgive me... I'm so embarrassed... my head..."
"Open it."
"Ugh... Lord Nagamasa..."
"You're the one who said you'd do anything, so open your mouth."
He rejected his beloved wife's pleas and gave her the order.
With her body still aroused, Ichihime opened her seductive mouth.
"Put it in your mouth."
"Oh... no way..."
When I thrust out my Big Sun, even Princess Ichi hesitated.
Of course. Even for a man, it takes a certain amount of courage to lick a woman's genitals. It must be the same for a woman.
Moreover, my son is world-class. That must be quite tough for Ichihime.
However, development is inherently difficult. We must push forward, even knowing that it may be challenging.
"..."
"For Lord Nagamasa's sake, I would...!"
I had simply thrust Big Sun in front of her, but it seemed Ichihime had made up her mind. She opened her mouth wide and took the head of Big Sun into her mouth.
As I gently stroked her head, Ichihime moved her beautiful face further toward my belly and swallowed my son.
"Try comforting yourself like you did earlier."
"Yes..."
I kept Big Sun shoved into Ichihime's mouth and didn't move a muscle.
Of course. She's a complete amateur when it comes to oral sex.
I can't make a clumsy move here that would make her gag and create a resistance to fellatio.
In other words, it's like taking the virginity of Ichihime's mouth. Anyone who starts thrusting hard into a virgin right from the beginning is just an idiot. It's the same thing.
I was stroking my devoted wife's head without moving my hips, when I suddenly noticed her tongue crawling over my penis, and I couldn't help but groan.
Ichihime's hands crawled over her breasts and crotch, heightening her sexual arousal. And so, her tongue service began.
I stroke her head and tickle her ears, trying to arouse her.
Then, with her mouth covered by the fellatio, Ichihime's breathing becomes heavier, and her movements become even more intense.
"Keep going...!"
After a while, I noticed that Ichihime's movements were slowing down, and that's when I knew she was close to her climax.
I lowered both my hands to her ample bosom, brushed away her still hand, and pinched her hard, erect nipple firmly.
"Mmm... Mmmmmmm!!"
Ichihime's hips trembled violently, and she bounced and jumped.
Her tongue curled up tightly, stimulating my penis which was positioned deep inside her mouth.
Not only did she use her fingers and her tongue on my son, but her lewd behavior also excited me so much that there was no way I could restrain myself.
"...I'm gonna cum!"
I held Ichihime's head still and ejaculated a large amount of thick, hot semen into her mouth.
That heat, that bitterness, that fishy smell filled Ichihime's mouth and occupy her nostrils, invading her brain through her sense of smell.
Ichihime's climax reached its peak, and she couldn't help but spit out my big dick, her body trembling from her hips as she sobbed.
"Make a bowl with your palm and spit it out."
I trembled with excitement and, gazing into the face of my beloved wife, who exuded an overwhelming sensuality, I commanded her.
Then, following my instructions, she spread both her palms and began to let the large amount of semen that had filled her mouth drip out.
"Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa..."
With vacant eyes, Ichihime looked at me pleadingly.
Ichihime turns to me with a completely melted expression, her palms filled with my semen.
Her face was blank and her eyes vacant. I felt a mixture of affection and exhilarating pleasure as I commanded her with a gleaming gaze.
"Pour it all over your chest and smear it all over."
"Ah... ahh..."
The most beautiful girl of the Sengoku period smeared my semen onto her breasts, the symbols of motherhood, her hips trembling uncontrollably, and copious amounts of love juice dripping from between her thighs.
A large amount of white semen is smeared all over her pure white breasts.
A milky white liquid, thick and viscous enough to obscure the light pink color of the nipples, is spread over them.
Seeing that, I was seized by the illusion that I had conquered her body.
"The city...it smells awful..."
"Oh... it's awful, it's so awful, Lord Nagamasa..."
With vacant eyes, she made no attempt to stop spreading my semen across her chest.
That was probably due to the first words I spoke to Ichihime.
And deep down, my beloved wife wants that to be pointed out to her.
"She smells like me, she's my woman... Ah, Ichi, you really are my woman."
Unable to respond to my words, and trembling uncontrollably, Ichihime showed me an expression of genuine happiness, both as a wife and as a woman.