THIS IS MY POWER

the petulant squeals are far more satisfying and indignant than you would have ever imagined.  only egging you on as you milk the poor man dry, grinning as you raise your cum coated fingers to your mouth, sucking the sticky substance off,

" have you had enough?  can you just answer a couple of teensy little questions now? "  your voice drips with smugness as you wait patiently through a couple overstimulated sobs, " is that a no, then? "

you are a vigilante.  growing up you had always wanted to be a hero,, but there’s so many rules and too much spotlight, it really wasn’t for you.  but still, you desire to help people, save lives, etcetera etcetera.  a growing plague was the league of the villains, and heroes seemed to be useless.  in your opinion they should be doing something *faster.*  so naturally, you took the initiative to be more pro-active.  And maybe this method was more dangerous than other approaches, but you had hopes it would be effective,

“ just tell me who’s really leading this operation and i’ll let you go- well, hand you off to the police. “  your hand slides effortlessly up and down along the length of the cock in hand, belonging to none other then the league’s so called ‘leader’ tomura shigaraki.  but this man was no leader, you feel you’ve gleaned that.  he’s childish and cocky,, although that confidence sure fled after a couple orgasms.

an interrogation.  you were quick to abandon traditional methods of getting answers.  you had no dirt on him, pain seemed to amuse him.  so you switched it up.  and he hadn’t seemed to follow exactly when you removed him pants, but it sure clicked as the boxers came off.  you drizzled some lubricant on your hand and got to work, pumping his cokc in slow, long strokes.  you didn’t bother saying anything, not yet.  you wanted to see how much he could take before breaking.  

the fresh lubricant is cool against your hand as you drizzle more from the bottle into your palm.  It was honestly cute, watching the tears slide down the oh-so feared man's cheeks.  there’s nothing like bringing powerful men to their knees.  you rub your finger around the tip of tomura’s twitching cock, red and trembling.

a faux gasp slips from you as another round of cum fountains onto your hand.  fourth tines a charm right?

“ cumming again?  how cute,, you really can’t stop yourself huh, no matter how hard you try.  i wouldn’t be surprised if you were actually enjoying this.  hmm?  do you like being tied down and milked?  it’s okay, i can play the long game. “  pushing your own pants off, leaving you in just your undergarments, you mount tomura’s lap grinding your clothed cunt againt his cock,  “ maybe i’ll just end up corrupting you then, make you a desperate little slut just for me?  then you’ll give me any answer i want, hmm? “ you chuckle softly, continuing to roll your hips humming with delight as tomura whines.  like playing a fiddle.

lifting yourself up, you pull your panties aside and rub your now exposed pussy against the tip of his cock.  his cock quakes, both anticipating the envelope of warmth and dreading the stimulation.  slowly, you sink down, groaning softly as you fill yourself with the well known villains abused cock.  the sensation sends a rush to your head, flooding with both pleasure and the prosepect of power. this high only fueled by the pathetic whine your action draws from the sesnsitve man.  it must hurt, being so thoroughly fucked,

          " heh,, guess i need to take a breather. " your vision blurs, your body going limp forcing you to get the rest you need.  link grunts and nods looking around.  he looks up to the already roaring fire atop the camp then back down to you.  changing his stance a bit as he hoists you up into his arm starting his ascent to the top.

          link sets you down gently before sitting next to you, setting the royal broadsword he currently had equipped aside.  he leans forward and grabs a stick, poking the fire to stoke it before stretching. warmth climbs to your cheeks as your eyes meet again, your eyelids coming to a close with how heavy they felt.  you hear link hum - seemingly glad you were resting - before you slip into slumber.

          you groan when you wake up, shifting uncomfortably on the flat wooden planks.  your eyes open, vision still distorted from sleep as you sit up,

          " link? " you roll your head to soothe the ache in your neck, looking around for your travel companion.  you spot link as he makes a noise letting you know he's still there.  the sight brings another round of heat to spread across your face as you flush.  link sits with his legs flat in front of him, one hand on the ground behind him supporting him as he leans on it.  his hair is messily thrown in a wild ponytail, face illuminated by the fire as he tugs an ironshroom off his skewer with his teeth.  with a yawn you move closer to him and the fire, finally taking note of the time.  when you finished your battle it was mid-day, and now the sun was setting!

          " guess i really was tired. " you laugh nervously as you grab one of the meat and mushroom skewers, biting the meat chunk off the top, humming warmly.  links food always tasted amazing.  a smile pulls on your lip as link chuckles softly in response to your statement.  he nods in agreement, tossing the stick to his fully eaten skewer off the side of the platform.  link looks at you once again, his eyes scan over you to see what your current physical state was.  watching you yawn once more he frowns, determining that you still needed sleep.  you glance up at him and pause seeing his concerned expression, " what?  mushroom stuck in my teeth? " you laugh softly, but it fades as his expression doesn't change, " seriously, what's up?  i'm fine, nice and rested. " you grin widely at him but it quickly evolves into a yawn.  you still felt groggy and sick, but you didn't want to hold link back.  link huffs and shakes his head signaling for you to lay back down.

          as you argue back and forth you fail to notice the ruddy hue overtaking the sky or the malice particles in the atmosphere.  a blood moon rises.

          link… link… the blood moon rises once again, 

          link huffs at you again, crossing his arms stubbornly, refusing to move on, but his attention turns away as he blinks.  he looks around to hyrule castle as he hears zelda's melodic voice.  his eyes shoot up to the bold red moon on the horizon.  quickly he stands up and grabs his weapon, looking to you to see if you were up for fighting,

          " finally seeing things my way, huh. " you grinned stand up, taking a couple steps over to grab your gear.  you stop as you bend over, groaning.  the world was spinning.  damn, maybe you WERE wrong.  sitting down you rub your head with a frown.  you had to fight, you couldn't leave link to-

          your thoughts are cut off, your attention being drawn to the male as you hear the loud this of his heavy two handed weapon hitting the ground.  instead he draws the master sword, the slim weapon glowing blue.  you open your mouth to insist you leave the camp instead of fight, but it was too late.  in a familiar swirl of red and purple the monsters you had fought earlier appear again where they once stood.  guilt and anxiety pit in your stomach as you bite your lip, damn you for not resting sooner, damn you for pushing yourself too much, damn you for not having the strength link had!

          a familiar 'hyah' rings in your ears, again pulling you from your own mind watching link move to block a swing of the bokoblins club.  your eyes widen in amazement as the master sword nearly goes clean through the wooden weapon.  the sword of legend held real power… and so did it's holder.  your gaze shifts to link, flushing again as you drink in the determined expression on his face.  he was so strong and brave, beautiful. link pulls his blade back, waiting for the monster to swing again before taking this opportunity and lunging while the heavy weight of the club left the bokoblins open.  with one song the blue beast fell, once again little more than a puff of purple.  two more bokoblins red in color rush up the singing steps to you both, snorting and growling with a disgusting amount of slobber.  without hesitation link moves to take them both on before they had any chance to turn their attention to you.  your breath catches as you watch him effortlessly take them out, working in sync with the blade as he blocks one attack with his shield and dodges the other, rushing it so only one remains.  all it took was two hits to get rid of the third bokoblin.  silence settles for a moment, link looking back to make sure you were unharmed.

          the only damage you sustained was that of your own heart beating wildly against your chest.  face red from a mix of the moonlight and a wild blush continually causing you to grow more into the color, butterflies erupting in your stomach under his gaze.  he never stopped amazing you, caring for you, never stopped making you fall in love with him,

          " link, that was ama- " you're cut off again, this time by a snarl.  your mind blanks for a moment as you try and remember a fourth monster, then it strikes you.  there had been a moblin at this camp.  you gulp and watch as link turns to peer over the edge down at the monster.  he grunts and switches to his bow, leaping off the edge with his glider.  an audible gasp slips from you and you scramble to the edge to watch, " link! "  below a white moblin waits, swinging its weapon around, roaring impatiently.  your gaze still on it as an arrow pierced through its eye with a squish.  you wrinkle your nose in disgust, watching another arrow penetrate the beasts nose, then another graze its cheek, landing in the dirt below.  your heart rate has no chance to settle as link is forced to land and drop his bow, drawing the master sword again.  its glow was faint, the power fading.  your heart tells you that link can handle anything and he'll be fine, but logic tells you this is an iffy battle.  time seems to slow down as you watch link charge forward bathed in a red moonlight.  all of this for your sake.  your eyes lid as you watch him, any fear you had is overcast by the warmth you feel.  love.  your gaze hold nothing aside from admiration, watching link spin and duck, attacking the looming creatures ankles.  it stumbles and falls, allowing link to run it through.  he stands over it, gripping tightly to the sword as he pants, blood decorating his face and armor.  red, the color of love.

          it's almost romantic is it not, companionship under a red sky.

“Do you think I was a good match for you?”

The subject has been a sore one. Even after a few years of marriage, the lingering self-doubt invaded your mind. You thought on more than one occasion that it would eat you from the inside out if you didn't say anything.

Furrowing his brows together, Kai shifted his gaze from his teacup to you. "What brought this up?"

Many times, he had dismissed your quiet concerns. Chalking it out to be nothing but uncertainty about your ambiguous role as spouse to a yakuza boss. That was only a minor problem that was part of the bigger issue.

“Ah, there's no real reason." Feigning a tight smile, you take a delicate sip from your cup.

You wanted to get a straight answer from him, but you wouldn't get one without raising questions. Mulling over your choice, you let your tea sit in your mouth for a bit before swallowing thickly.

Tired of mincing your words, you spoke up again.

"You just don't seem like…someone who would ever marry. Frankly, I didn't think you would be interested in anyone or even me."

Kai's dust mask had been removed beforehand, and you could see that his lip had twitched briefly into a scowl. The realization of your words must have felt like a slap to the face to him.

Shifting beneath your cushion, you felt a deep pit growing in your stomach. Not unlike earlier but now accompanied with the sense of wrongdoing.

“You think I’m lying about how I feel about you.” It wasn't a question, moreover an accusation towards you.

Saying your name again, he expected for you to have an answer for him.

"Tell me."

Shaking your head quickly, "No! no. I don't think you're lying, I'm just- I'm sorry." You stammered trying to quickly rectify what you just said.

Refusing to drop the subject, he continues pressing more answers from you. "Do you think we're together because I pity you? Do you think of me as someone who takes pity often?” His slim golden eyes narrowed further down at you.

'No, I actually think the quite opposite.'

He was fixated on you with a hard look. The discomfort under his gaze made you unable to sit still, adjusting and then readjusting yourself before settling into your seat again.

Kai repeated your name again, louder, and more assertive this time. No longer asking but demanding your attention back to him.

Pursing your lips together, you gently shook your head, "no, I don't."

There were warm tears welling up in your eyes just shy of running down your face. Clasping your hands in your lap, you tried to ease the slight tremble of your fingers.

You didn't mean to offend him. You spoke before you realized what it must have sounded like to him.

Blinking away your tears and taking a small breath inward in attempt to regain your composure, you bow your head to him.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to offend you, Kai." Allowing your head to linger

Sighing at your resignation, you heard him get up from his spot at the low table. Footsteps padded across the soft tatami until you could see part of him in the corner of your eye.

Kneeling beside your cushion until he was eye level with you, you tried not to acknowledge his presence beside you.

"Raise your head."

Afraid that you had upset him further, you meekly obeyed and tilted your head to look up at him.

"It was wrong of me to speak to you like that. I should be the one to apologize." He spoke in a much softer tone.