2/1/2025, 5:58 AM
Like a frightened little bird fluttering her wings, she tried to fly away - and even still, with a gentle hand, he had coaxed her back.
Back where she -
He felt guilty thinking the words. He felt shame. He was by no means possessive, knowing that objects, life itself, were all fleeting, momentary, precious things -
And yet.
Back where she belonged.
With him.
It felt - right in a way that he could not explain, and as she dissolved within his embrace, he knew then that she understood it just as keenly. The feminine whine that sounded from her maw sent a ripple up his spine he could hardly suppress, his protective instincts struggling to contain themselves lest he crush her in his fearful clutch - fearful she might be taken from him again, starved, tortured, witnessing unspeakable horrors -
His Empress -
Izumi.
Izumi reached up to wrap her forelimbs around his well-muscled shoulders, and he felt as if he had found home at last.
He withdrew just enough to look upon her with gentle eyes, a tentative smile teasing the corners of his lips as he risked a ghost of a grin at her expense. She was an Empress, a sovereign; a lady paramount who watched over them as a shepherd to her flock.
Osamu knew he was committing a grievous sin as a Samurai. To love a lord or lady over one's rank - to even dare reach above one's station -
And yet.
He faltered.
Was he overstepping?
Back where she -
He felt guilty thinking the words. He felt shame. He was by no means possessive, knowing that objects, life itself, were all fleeting, momentary, precious things -
And yet.
Back where she belonged.
With him.
It felt - right in a way that he could not explain, and as she dissolved within his embrace, he knew then that she understood it just as keenly. The feminine whine that sounded from her maw sent a ripple up his spine he could hardly suppress, his protective instincts struggling to contain themselves lest he crush her in his fearful clutch - fearful she might be taken from him again, starved, tortured, witnessing unspeakable horrors -
His Empress -
Izumi.
Izumi reached up to wrap her forelimbs around his well-muscled shoulders, and he felt as if he had found home at last.
あなたが私に求めない限り、私は決してあなたから離れません.
He withdrew just enough to look upon her with gentle eyes, a tentative smile teasing the corners of his lips as he risked a ghost of a grin at her expense. She was an Empress, a sovereign; a lady paramount who watched over them as a shepherd to her flock.
Osamu knew he was committing a grievous sin as a Samurai. To love a lord or lady over one's rank - to even dare reach above one's station -
And yet.
I failed you once,he said, his voice low,
I will not fail you again. I am your sword...
He faltered.
Was he overstepping?
Whatever you wish me to be.
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