Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Checkmate: Royal Aquisition ❯ Breaking Naivety ( Chapter 13 )

NC-17 material….you've been warned.

 

Chapter 13: Breaking Naivety

 

“At the risk of you sending me to the block,” Saori said tentatively. “You do know what you are doing…right? This isn't just a spur of the moment decision as a result of ….your sister, is it?”

Saitou looked up from the table he was bent over. Various large books and scrolls were sprawled all over it, papers and plans put into hap hazard piles. Saori steadied herself as she focused her gaze on the quill in his hands, unable to meet his eyes.

“This was the last bit of advice Okita ever gave me. You could say it's been on my mind since then, but I've only been seriously considering it since I came back.”

Releasing a raged breath she had not realized she was holding, Saori bowed her head.

“I trust I can assume your discretion upon the matter,” the king said, catching her gaze and giving her a look with enough power to actually cause the woman to take a half step back.

“As much as you assumed my discretion concerning the care of Lord Okita,” she responded, head high. “I don't tolerate palace gossip anymore than you do, sire. And I certainly never start it…unless otherwise instructed.”

The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly.

“See that the council members and other members of the court are otherwise, safely, preoccupied. I will not take kindly to any interruptions.”

“I can imagine,” she replied, the side of her mouth quirking in amusement at the thought. Somehow, even if a God stumbled upon the king…mid… way through his plan, it would probably be the last sight the poor fool would see.

“I think a royal hunt…minus the busy king and horse shy princess is in order, don't you?”

Saitou frowned a bit.

“I'd hate to miss a hunt,” he grumbled.

“Still wanting it all with icing on top?” she teased, bringing back long buried childhood stupidities. “It is a well known fact you are behind in affairs of state. As such, everyone will be cramming to bring back the biggest beast in an effort to gain your attention.”

“And Lady Yura?” he asked. “She hates hunting.”

“Will be conveniently sidelined with matters of her estate.”

“I didn't know her estate was having problems.”

“It isn't…but that's not what she'll think.”

“Saori, you're brilliant,” he said with a chuckle.

“I had to survive your childhood, of course I am. But let me make something perfectly clean, your royal highness.” His eyebrows rose at the tone in her voice. It was the same tone she'd used when he was much younger…and usually about to do something she did not approve of. “If you hurt her, dungeons be damned, I'll turn you over my knee and spank you in front of the entire court!”

Saitou let out a low chuckle as the stubborn woman left. She had guts, he'd give her that. And she had survived him as a kid, spoiled princely brat and all. He had no doubt she would make good of her threat.

“This entire palace's language has certainly gone downhill since Sano graced us with his presence.”

 

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Tokio watched the lords and ladies assemble for the royal hunt…which surprisingly actually had no royals attending it. People talked of nothing else except why the king himself, a great lover of the hunt, was not attending. Some thought he was still too weak from his recent illness, but too proud to admit it. Others thought he just wanted them out of the castle. A few thought he was up to something and wanted to stay behind…but were going along anyway on the chance they were wrong.

The servants would gossip about it at dinner time anyway.

`Fools,' Tokio thought. `They don't realize the pure time and energy that goes into ruling a country well. Hundreds of issues have to be addressed, each just as important whether it's one person or a hundred.'

“You might want to take a good stroll in that sunshine,” Saori commented, appearing at her side. The older woman watched the mayhem of the hunt assembly with a funny little smile…as if she knew the punch line of some great joke. The princess was like an open book, happiness and energy radiating off her youthful face. She was the very embodiment of the sunny weather. “The rain isn't gone yet, just let up for a day. Go burn off some energy for a bit. The king would like to see you in an hour.”

A slow smile spread across Tokio's face, eyes twinkling in merriment at the older woman's words. Without another word she went sprinting off, the wolf pup at her heels. A tender smile touched Saori's face as the pup ran into the back of the princess, sending them both tumbling across the still damp and muddy grass.

So innocent. Very soon, that would be gone.

`Why is it they always seem so young when the time comes for them to grow up?' she thought to herself.

Across the field Tokio attempted to stand, the pup knocking her over again. Mud and grass were all over her clothes, rendering them a lost cause for the laundresses.

`Oh…he's not going to like how dirty she comes back…oh well. He didn't tell me to wash her. That's his problem,' she thought smugly. `He could use a little dirty under his nails anyway.'

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“You wanted to see me?” Tokio asked, entering the king's open doorway. He was, unsurprisingly, bent over what seemed to be an endless stack of reports. He was doing his usual habit of reading while scrawling notes along other parchment. How he kept it all straight was beyond her. He didn't look up from the report, but motioned for her to come in. Still energetic from her short romp outside, Tokio happily bound over to the window, pushing it open to let the fresh air in. Looking behind her, she happily noted the gentle breeze was not going to upset the mess of papers.

He might have her head for that.

Saitou finished writing and set down the quill, stretching his cramped fingers. Gods he hated parts of being a king…but there wasn't a single soul he'd hand his kingdom over to. Saori claimed he was a control freak. He preferred thinking everyone else was merely less qualified for the task.

Tokio was standing by his window, her eyes bright and shinning with excitement as she looked out below.

“Pity you don't have a bigger window. We could probably see the hunt off if you did,” she commented, not even glancing his way. If she had, she would have seen the half smile that graced his face for a brief moment. She'd gotten used to not interrupting him during his work and knew him well enough to know the moment he was done.

“You say that now, but in the dead of winter a big window makes for a cold room.”

“I suppose this is the lesser of two evils,” she said with a dejected sigh and closed the window, turning to face him.

It was then Saitou noted the blades of grass sticking out of her hair…and multitude of mud stains upon her clothes. Eyebrows drew together in a light frown.

“It's just dirt,” she said dryly. “Not like it's going to jump out and kill you. I didn't know a bath was required for whatever you had in mind.”

Tokio relaxed when her slight impertinence was met with a low chuckle.

But nothing prepared her for the shock that followed.

As the silence between them grew, Saitou closed the distance between them. His hand came up ever so gently and carefully began picking the blades of grass from her tumbled tresses. His added height gave him the advantage as she simply stood there, uncertain of what the devil was building inside of her.

Tokio felt as though a fire had suddenly burst within her, leaving her with a breathless, heavy feeling in her chest. The intensity of his eyes, yet the gentleness in his hands had her world spinning uncontrollably. Disposing of the last grass blade, his hand came down to cup her cheek, tilting her startled gaze to meet his. She looked up at him with confusion and a swirl of other emotions, but fear was not among them. Thank the gods for that. He wasn't sure he'd be able to go through with this if she feared him. Even he wasn't that much of an asshole.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, surprised to find his own voice rather husky. She visibly shivered, obviously affected by his tone. That was a useful to know.

“Of course,” she murmured, eyes still locked with his. She felt like a bow string, taunt and ready to snap, yet strengthened by the tension. What the hell was going on? Why was he asking if she trusted him? Shouldn't she be asking him if he trusted her?

“Do you trust me to the point of not questioning my actions until everything is over?”

Tokio furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what it was he was trying to ask. Everything? Did he mean the war? This castle? The royal hunt? Her? What was she supposed to not question?

“I trust you more than I would my own father,” she said. Amber eyes widened ever so slightly.

“So you would trust me to make a decision for you even if the outcome is not obviously beneficial until later?”

Now she frowned, really confused. Make a decision for her? Like a father would? Why couldn't he just ask her? Or was this one of those complicated court things?

“You aren't going to ship me off to some random husband as an alliance tool, are you?” she asked suspiciously. The side of his mouth twitched in an amused smirk.

“You will not be leaving Fujita or this castle, no. And I would not marry you off to some random man.”

“And you're not marrying me off to one of the lords here right?”

“The only men worthy of your rank at this moment are myself and Prince Sano. I can assure you I will never marry you off to him.”

“Whew,” she exclaimed, relaxing. “You had me frightened for a second there. Why can't you just tell me?” Saitou gave a light sigh over the woman in front of him. She was dangerously close to figuring this out, yet obviously oblivious to the fact she was already responding to his call.

“I asked if you trusted me enough to not question me,” he said, pulling away. She could tell he was pulling back into the impenetrable defenses of himself, cutting her off from whatever mystery lay in the depths of his cold amber eyes.

“Wait,” she retaliated, a hand gently tugging upon his sleeve. “I trust you. I will not question your actions. I swear it. Do what you will with me.”

That was all he needed.

Tokio let out a sharp gasp as his powerful arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Warm lips attacked her own with gentle persistence, soothing, nipping and pulling until she was responding, awkwardly, to the stimulus. Of their own accord, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers digging into the royal silk robes. His tongue gently touched her lips and he was surprisingly awarded with her open mouth, allowing him free access without hesitation. He started slow, caressing her tongue with his own in a slow seductive manner as his hands trailed down her back to pull her even tighter against him. Her muscles were doing funny spasms wherever his hands went, shivers traveling up and down her spine. An indescribable heat was building between them, scalding her skin wherever it met with his.

Pulling back, Saitou looked down at the flushed woman in his arms. A swirl of emotions had surfaced within him during that kiss. She looked dazed, flushed and horribly disheveled after just one kiss. Chest heaving, she looked up at him without question, eye already burning with emotions she didn't understand. He realized then, in shock, that he'd never wanted another woman the way he wanted her right here, right now. The course of lust he'd gotten while she was cleaning his sword was nothing compared to the near obsessive feeling he was harboring.

“I don't know what we're doing,” she said breathlessly. “But please don't stop.”

Saitou's already impossibly high ego scale sagged under the extra weight just added. Pulling her behind him, he brought her to the edge of the bed, not giving her another chance to open her mouth as he pulled her to him again. She eagerly leaned into him this time, trying to match his mouth in every way. Had he not been so caught up in the moment he might have laughed at her antics. She didn't have a clue what was going on and that only heightened his desire.

`Gods, if she's got me this bad before experience…what will she be like after she's learned a few tricks?' he thought, his hands quickly working the buttons to her vest.

Tokio gasped as cool air hit her skin and a flutter of white passed over her head. Strong hands lifted her onto the platform raised bed, bringing her at an equal level to the king. Behind him she could see her shirt and vest adorning his chamber floor. Confused, she looked at him only to find his warm mouth closed around her right breast, his left hand caressing the left. A tingle of shock went up her spine, then pooled in indescribable warmth between her legs. She could feel the warmth of his breath, the firm slickness of his tongue like fire against her skin in stark contract to the cooler air. His free hand was against her back, pulling her into his careful ministrations. He smirked as a hand cupped the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair. Just as she seemed about ready to dig fingers into his scalp he pulled back.

And promptly switched breasts.

Tokio let out a half scream, half whimpering moan as her back arched into his awaiting mouth, her legs unconsciously parting. He carefully pushed her to lie back on the bed, his mouth still circling and nipping at her erect nipples. Tokio simply lay back, closing her eyes as nothing but pleasure rolled up and down her body. She didn't have a clue what was going on, but she be damned before she'd stop something so good.

Her muscles jumped as fingers traced along her lower stomach. She could feel tugging and soon felt the soft calf skin pants being pulled down her legs, fingers gently caressing the tender skin on the inside of her legs. Her hips bucked slightly against the torture as she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes wide and focused upon the curtains of the large canopy style bed.

And then a wet heat touched the burning area between her legs, stroking her over sensitive skin with firm pressure. Something akin to delightful electric shock shot up the very core of her, leaving her head feeling overheated as the lower half of her body burned with some unnamed ache. What the hell was down there?

Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down to the edge of the bed where her legs were being held apart. Her jaw dropped in shock at the sight of the king's head right between her legs, leaving her with only one conclusion as to what was creating that delightful feeling. Her arms trembled as she watched him, an overwhelming and odd feeling washing over her.

Then amber eyes looked up. Fire seemed to burn from the intensity of his gaze, causing her to gasp in shock. The gaze was too intense, too powerful. Her elbows gave out and she fell back upon the bed, her breath coming ten times faster than it had before.

Warm hands ran up her hips as he withdrew his mouth, a smirk upon his face at her obvious plight. Most women could not watch a man while receiving such attention. The sensation coupled with the sight of eyes just above the apex of their legs was more than most women could handle. His arm came beneath her back, pulling her into the center of the bed.

It was at this point Tokio realized he had, at some point, shed his clothes. Sleek, well muscled skin met her own. She looked upon him in awe, eyes traveling up and down the taunt body she'd never seen. Light scars adorned his chest amid the strew of taunt muscles on his lean body. Amber eyes looked down into her own with mild amusement as his arms moved to pull hers above her head. She let him. He asked for her trust and she gave it willingly.

Besides, so far she had no complaints.

Her gaze fell to his lips, still amazed that he'd done such a thing. How come she'd never heard of this before? Was it some big secret? He seemed to sense her confusion and softly kissed her swollen lips ever so gently.

“Do you remember Sano mentioning birds and bees?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. Shivers went down her spine as the slight vibration echoed through his body and into hers.

“Yes.”

“This is what he meant.”

Tokio let out a yelp as fingers caressed where his mouth had been moments before. She'd never really thought about the area between her legs as being so sensitive. After all, wasn't it just the area where one excreted bodily wastes from? How the hell had he ignited such a delirious feeling. His knee was between her legs, preventing her from closing against the friction that sent her senses reeling.

Taking his time, Saitou nipped and kissed along her neckline, nuzzling into the area where her collarbone met the shoulder muscle. She turned her head into his, lips closing in around his ear to tug and suck upon it just as he was doing down her neck.

So the little minx did have an imagination.

His fingers stopped rubbing against her, causing her to whimper in disappointment. A light bite along her neck quickly hushed her. Then the fingers were back…only this time they were pushing against her.

Then one slid into her, sending a shock of sensation all along her core, muscles clamping down upon the intrusion which only increased the delightful friction. Only the weight of his body kept her from bucking against his hand, a light breathy scream escaping her lips. Carefully he slid in a second finger, pushing up as far as his fingers would go and soothing the tight, hot flesh within. The woman beneath him was near begging for something she didn't know, the spasms of her muscles twitching under his own.

Yet he could not lose himself yet. There was yet the spell to attack. Luckily she was easily distracted as he searched for the source of the spell. It swirled around her in a wave of old magic, not very strong but just enough to be effective. It was gradually weakening as she writhed under him, wavering as she grew bolder in her own explorations.

And there it was. The core of the spell. Unsurprisingly it was deep within her, only reachable by one means.

Gasping for air, she looked up when he pulled his fingers from her. Already near exhaustion, she gave him a desperate look. She didn't know how she knew, but this wasn't over. For one, he looked like he had yet to begin the finish. And two, the ache within her screamed for completion.

“Trust me,” he said gently, smoothing the strands of hair from her face. “This will be uncomfortable at first, but will be better once you grow accustomed to it.” He covered her lips with his own, not giving her a chance to think what he meant. Her mouth eagerly opened under his, accepting everything he had to offer. His hands rested on the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs far apart so he lay between them. Her skin burned where he touched her, the rest of her covered in a light sheen of sweat from the exertion. Something firm, yet smooth was pushing against her core, causing her to once again throb with unknown desires. If it was anything like his fingers, she was more than happy to comply. Spreading her legs wide, she tilted her hips up to meet his.

Saitou let out a deep groan into her mouth, a hand running down her hip to reach between them. Her innocent gesture almost had him letting go before even getting inside of her. Lining himself up, he slowly pushed inward. The slick, hot heat covered him with such ease he actually stopped breathing for a moment.

Her eyes were wide at the sensation. This thing was much bigger than fingers and pulsed against her walls with heat and power. He was pushing in slowly, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Occasionally he would stop, his ragged breath mingling with her own until he felt her relax more.

At first the intrusion was just odd. Then the feeling turned to a slight discomfort, but the friction also stimulated more enjoyable feelings. The more she relaxed, the better it felt…minus the fact that her muscles were near screaming at the stretched feeling.

Saitou was only slightly surprised to find no resistance. Considering the accident on the horse, it was not too surprising she had no hymen. Active women often unconsciously tore their maiden head before ever committing any sexual act. Besides, the spell was proof enough of her innocence…in addition to her naivety and trusting acceptance. He'd have to thank Hiko for making the seduction of his own daughter such an easy task.

“Stop,” she whimpered. Saitou's muscles locked in place, halting any movement beyond the barest amount of breathing. He looked down at her, gently touching her cheek until her eyes fluttered open to meet his.

“Sorry…it's just….”

“I can wait,” he answered, his voice almost cracking. His body wanted to bury himself deep into her, but if he was to keep her trust beyond this he needed to wait.

Soft caresses traced her skin as they lay there, his muscles taunt with being held back as she tried desperately to relax through the ache. It wasn't as pleasurable as before and she didn't want to continue, except she'd given him her word.

Nothing would break her word.

“Tokio,” he said, voice near the tone he used to give orders with. “Look at me.”

Her eyes looked into his, a slight ache in her chest as she saw emotion actually grace his face for more than a brief moment. His eyes held respect, patience and understanding. It had the desired effect, causing her to relax more.

“Can you just do it fast? I don't think it'll hurt any more or less-”

Twisting his hips Saitou slammed upward into her, his eyes watching her face carefully. Her eyes widened in shock as her back arched against him, hips pressing into his. As she recovered from the initial shock her breaths were coming in gasps, hisses of pain through her teeth.

“You did ask for it,” he pointed out, feeling within her as the last remnants of the spell barely held. He'd have to sheath himself in her more than once. She wasn't going to like this. “I need to you stay with me,” he whispered in her ear as she held onto his shoulders for dear life. “It will get better, I promise.”

Unable to speak, she merely nodded in reply. Slowly he pulled back, the friction between them causing her to arch her back against him again. Just as the discomfort decreased, he pushed back in. Her nails dug into his shoulder as he repeated the process, slowly pulling in and pushing back in with a gentle rhythm.

Saitou didn't know when it became pleasurable for her. One moment she was wincing and piercing his skin with her nails and the next her body relaxed, pushing against his. She wasn't loose enough yet to fully enjoy the coupling, but the signs of discomfort were leaving her. Needing his own completion he pushed into her faster, still only half the pace he'd like to set, but still much better than before.

Tokio watched in wonderment as all masks dropped from his face, the light coat of sweat upon his brow and low grunts he emitted strangely attractive. She felt overwhelmingly proud to witness such emotion. He wasn't insulting, he wasn't sarcastic. Just, himself…and obviously highly enjoying thrusting into her. The discomfort had waned, but the ache that had burned before was lost. This new sensation felt good, with the building friction, but too much discomfort from before let her unable to accept the pleasure.

Yet she would have asked for no other pleasure than watching and feeling the man above her.

Driving deep into her, Saitou let himself go. The spell within her shattered, letting go of the block within her mind as he unknowingly hit a rather tender spot within her which caused her eyes to go wide and muscles to clench around him tight. He hadn't given her an orgasm, but he certain ended it on a more pleasurable feeling.

And then her body pulsed…but not like a heart beat. It was a pulse of magic. Magic calling magic.

Tokio was caught in a whirl of emotions as she felt something in her head snap. It was as if a whole new world had suddenly opened, mental connections that had seemed impossible before suddenly making perfect sense. And her body was practically humming under the power above her.

Wait. Power? Since when could she sense power.

Amber eyes met hers in equal confusion. While she remained in the dark, comprehension dawned across his brow.

“No wonder he wanted you as an alliance tool,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.

“You're a goddamned channel…”

Now she was really confused. First of all, she suddenly had this feeling they should not have done what they just did…and now he was uttering what seemed like complete nonsense to her.

“A channel?”

 

 

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And that's this time's chapter. Yeah, cliff hanger, sorry. You'll find out what a channel is, why they are important etc in the next chapter. And we'll also get to the humiliation Marie Antoinette survived.

Now for the royal fact. Prince Charles is going to marry Camilla. Yes, she is a divorced woman, therefore can never be Queen. But she can still marry Charles and Charles will still be able to be King. How does that work? Well, due to an English civil war it was decided that a separate title would be given to monarchs who won't/can't be allowed to have “equal” ranking with the original intended ruler. This was mostly because of issues many English had with some of the husband choices their princesses got through history.

So, Camilla will be the Duchess of Cornwall, not Princess of Wales, when she marries Charles. Upon his coronation, she will become England's first ever Princess Consort, the female equivalent to Prince Consort (which was what Prince Albert was to Queen Victoria). Because Diana is dead, Charles' marriage to a divorced woman does not affect his ability to be crowned king.

Amusement in all of this is the title is to keep the spouse of the heir from having too much influence over the throne. Somehow I doubt changing a title makes the person in question any less effective in terms of influence. Only changes the methods by which they'd get things done.