#lordsister

       “Vincent!” Your fingers dug into your lover’s shoulders as he suckled on your nipple, gently rutting his hips against your core and splashing water over the sides of the bath. 

       You should’ve known better when he said he wanted to take a bath together, but how were you supposed to doubt his intentions as anything other than innocent when he gave you that angelic smile?

       It had started out innocently enough, your back to his chest as he seated you between his legs and his hands messaging slow circles into your abdomen as you relaxed in his embrace. His hands had soon begun to wander, however, circling lower and lower with each rotation until one dipped between your legs. You did nothing to stop him, not that you wanted him to, a sigh falling from your lips as your legs spread as wide as the tub would allow. 

       “Let me take care of you,” he’d murmured in your ear as you whined his name, nibbling on the lobe. You certainly weren’t complaining when his fingers began to stroke your puffy folds, his other hand busying itself on your breast. 

       He’d quickly driven you crazy, playing your body like an instrument as he rolled your nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger and slipped a digit inside of your fluttering cunt. Back arching, your head fell back to his shoulder as you grasped at his wrists, urging him to give you more. Purring, he’d attached his lips to your neck, gently scraping his fangs across the thin skin and making you gasp as pleasurable tremors raced through your body. 

       “Vincent, I...I’m going to…!” His movements stopped abruptly and you cried out in protest, grinding your hips against his hand in an effort to reclaim that delicious friction.

       “Do you want more, mijn liefje?” His tone may have sounded as light and innocent as usual, but you knew better. You alone could pick up the husky, lustful undertone to his voice, could see the desire darkening his eyes as you turned to look up at him desperately. 

       “Yes! Vincent, please, don’t stop!”

       Spinning you around, he’d seated you firmly on his lap, the mass of his hard cock slipping between your folds and making you moan as it rubbed your clit. Thus was your current position, grinding your hips against your boyfriend’s as he nursed and bit your nipple. One hand grasped your ass, the other busy with your other breast, kneading and messaging the tender flesh.

       Biting your lip, you clutched softly at his hair “Vincent, please...I need you to fuck me.”

       Releasing your breast with a wet pop, he looked up at you, cradling your cheek in his palm. “You’re ready for me, mijn schat?”

       Frantically nodding yes, you let him guide your hips up, heart pounding as you felt the tip of his cock position itself against your entrance. Finally he began to guide you down, controlling the speed of your descent with firm hands on your waist and driving you crazy as he made you feel every inch of him pushing inside of you. 

       Meanwhile, Vincent couldn’t get enough of the expression you made, the way your face pinched and contorted as you tried not to buck against his hold, tried not to force yourself down on him. You were so good for him, so precious and beautiful, his muse and the heat in his blood. He lived for making you feel good, for making you feel so thoroughly loved you would never think of leaving his side. You threw your head back and made such pretty sounds for him when he was finally fully embedded inside of you, his cock pulsing against your needy walls. 

       Leaning back, he greedily took you in, heaving breasts and flushed cheeks and lips swollen from his kisses. Absolutely exquisite. 

       “Use me,” he ordered, releasing your hips. “Show me how good it feels having me inside of you.”

       Immediately you lifted your hips, slamming down on him again and crying his name as you set a fast pace, water pouring over the rim of the bath and onto the floor as you fucked yourself on his cock. Meeting your grinds with upward thrusts of his own, his fingers dug into your thigh and ass, aiding you in impaling yourself on his cock.

       Vincent’s lips busied themselves on your chest and neck, biting and sucking at every inch of skin he could reach and leaving a map of hickeys in his wake. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, when his tongue licked a long stripe up the side of your neck. His name left your lips on a sigh, drawing an answering moan from him as your hips circled in figure-eights.

       Mindless praises of how wonderful he felt, how good he was fucking you, spilled from your lips, each drag of his cock against your insides sending waves of pleasure through your mewling form. Your heart swelled with love for him as you cupped his face in your hands, holding his darkened gaze as he turned to kiss your palm. Lifting your hips, you plunged down harder onto him, crying out as he rammed the sensitive spot deep inside of you over and over again.

       Reaching down to rub furiously at your clit, you screamed his name as he pulled you down one final time, your climax crashing through your seizing muscles. Sinking his fangs into your shoulder, Vincent let you milk him for all he was worth, eyes rolling back as your blood filled his mouth and he spilled himself into your welcoming heat. 

       His hips still moved, softly rolling into you as he drank a couple mouthfuls of your sweet lifeblood until finally he pulled away, licking over the bite and rubbing slow, wide circles into your wet back. He remained nestled inside of you as you panted, holding him tight against your chest. 

       Had it been days or hours? Shingen couldn’t tell when each pained scream wrenched at his heart and made him tremble. He had already left bloody crescents in his calloused palms from how hard he’d been clenching his fists, yet he knew the agony he was feeling was nothing compared to what you were going through.

       The rain had started last night, the beginning of what promised to be a serious summer storm making its way across Kai, and had continued through the night, gaining intensity. Just that morning - or was it yesterday morning? - Shingen had been sitting with you, watching it drench the garden and the rest of the castle from your shared room. He’d held you safe and sound, sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around you and your hands covering his as they rested on your pregnant belly. 

       You had mentioned you’d been feeling pangs when you woke up that morning, but had dismissed them as false contractions. They had occurred a few times in the past few weeks as your due date loomed closer, but you were still a good month away from giving birth. You didn’t seem overly concerned so Shingen decided to trust you on it, but he was still a little concerned, so he insisted you let him pamper you, massaging your sore body from time to time.

       Since you had found out you were pregnant, the love and affection he liked to shower you with had increased exponentially. Every spare moment he had was spent with you, to the point that Yukimura liked to grumble that he was attached to you at the hip. You could barely walk a few steps without Shingen at your heels, asking where you were going, if you wanted anything, if you were feeling okay. It annoyed you sometimes when you were trying to sew in peace, but you couldn’t deny him when he was practically buzzing with joy. 

       “My goddess is pregnant with my child.” Every time he pressed his ear to your growing belly, listening to the sounds of his child moving within, a gentle smile would spread across his handsome face, and he would look up at you with so much love it made your heart swell for the man you’d fallen in love with, for the life you’d created together. “I won’t jinx it by wondering if I deserve to be this happy.”

       Neither of you could wait to meet the child that had been born of your love, a little Takeda prince or princess to love and fawn over and fill Tsutsujigasaki Castle with the sound of little pounding feet. Shingen may have been more excited than you actually. He’d been waiting for a family for so long and now he only had to wait a month longer until his angel added another blessing to the list.

       That morning he was holding you as he usually did when your back was aching or your feet hurt, letting you lean into his chest as his hands rubbed gentle circles into your belly and he pressed kisses into your hair. Every time the baby kicked, he would smile and tap back, chuckling into your neck. “Restless today, huh?”

       “Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, leaning your head back against his shoulder and exposing your neck to him for kissing. “It feels like they’re trying to fight their way out. Definitely a warlord’s kid.” 

       Laughing, he caressed your stomach soothingly, murmuring, “Calm down for Mama, huh? There’ll be plenty of fighting later when Kenshin decides you're old enough to hold a sword.”

       You grimaced and he laughed some more. Of course, you knew he was kidding. There was no way Shingen wasn’t going to let the battle-obsessed war god anywhere near his child for a long time. The thought of Kenshin’s bloodlust rubbing off on his precious baby…

       Suddenly, you gasped and he flew into serious mode, his grip on you tightening protectively. “What? What’s wrong?”

       “Shingen, I - my water broke!” Narrowed gaze snapping to your stomach, he felt you jerk in his arms, a pained yelp escaping your lips. “The baby’s coming!”

       He didn’t waste a second, even though he was panicking inside. Wasn’t it too early? There was still a good month left before the birth was supposed to take place. Had something suddenly gone wrong? ‘God, please no.’ 

       Lifting you in his arms, he took you back inside and settled you onto the futon, pressing a quick kiss to your head before unwinding your fingers from his and running into the hallway. His booming voice filled the hall, rising above the pounding rain and thunder, and soon enough your shared room was filled with other people, Yukimura trying to pull him out even as Shingen remained rooted at your side, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your forehead and letting you strangle his hand.

       “Shingen-!” you gasped, eyes wide. You knew it was too early and you were scared, scared for your life and the life of your child.

       It took every bit of his rapidly fraying composure not to give you the same terrified look in return, pressing his lips hard against your temple instead. It was a wonder he was able to keep his voice steady as he said, “You’re amazing, my love. You can do this. You're stronger than anyone I know. It’s going to be okay. You and the baby are going to be okay.”

       “Lord Shingen, we can’t stay in here!” Yukimura insisted, tugging harder. The maids and midwife echoed him, but he barely heard, feeling his heart throb painfully as another contraction wracked your pained form.

       “I love you,” he managed before finally letting himself be pulled away, his eyes never leaving you until the sliding door slammed into place before him. It echoed the sound of his heart snapping into pieces, and a sudden flash of lightning made him jump.

       Thus began what felt like the longest wait of his life, the only news to go off of the sound of your cries. He ached to be in there with you, holding your hand and supporting you through the pain, but he didn’t want to get in the way, especially if something really was wrong. 

       Yukimura attempted to talk to him a couple of times as Shingen paced back and forth, but stopped when his lord crumpled to the floor, his strength leaving him as he trembled and prayed to whatever gods were listening.

       He’d been sitting there for hours now, his pain numbing to a blinding ache as the seconds, minutes, hours crept by, each cry chipping away at him in a way he hadn’t known was possible. It was fear and pain and despair sharpened to knife-point and steadily being used to stab away at his hope. The storm made it worse, lightning and thunder adding an ominous sense to his terror and bringing out his worst fantasies. Something was wrong. It must be. It was taking too long, and there was no way he was just going to sit here and let you suffer alone.

       He stood with a snarl and Yukimura startled, reaching for him as he moved to tear open the screen doors. 

       “Lord Shingen, no!” The other man wrapped his arms around his lord’s waist who rounded on him with a glare.

       “Something’s wrong, Yuki. Don’t you dare stop me.”

       “I’m worried too!” he tried to insist, grip tight around his lord’s wrist. “(Y/n)’s my friend! She’s like a sister to me!”

       “And she’s my wife!” he growled, the rumble of thunder answering as he turned to the door again. “Giving birth to our child! I can’t sit here anymore!”

       “I understand, but please wait a little longer!”

       “For her to-?!” he cut off abruptly. He couldn’t say the word, he couldn’t even think it. You couldn’t! Not you! Instead, he ripped his hand out of Yukimura’s grip and reached for the door again.

       A cry interrupted him before he could open it, however, making him freeze. It wasn’t a cry from you, tiny and new instead of the pained groans he’d been listening to for hours. His fingers closed on the door before he fully realized it, yanking it back with a resounding slam.

       Shingen was so scared of what he might find, he practically collapsed in relief when his gaze landed on you. You were a mess, covered in blood and sweat, but you were alive, blessedly, wonderfully alive. 

       He was at your side in a split second, scooping your exhausted body into his arms and cradling you against him. For the first time in hours, he felt safe, holding you safe and sound where you belonged.

       “Sorry. Did I scare you?” you panted, a breathless chuckle wracking your limp form. 

       He tried to laugh back, but a choked sob came out instead. The tears he’d been trying to hold back for hours suddenly rushed forth, streaming down his face as he pressed it into your hair, shoulders shaking. Shingen was so grateful that you were still alive, he couldn’t think of anything to say. All he could do was hold you.

       “Would you like to meet your daughter?” you murmured softly, reaching up to stroke his hair. 

       His watery eyes shot open, his mouth opening and closing before he regained his voice. “A daughter? We have a daughter?”

       You were so tired and weak, but there was a beautiful sparkle in your eyes, a smile on your lips as your gaze shifted away from him and to an approaching nursemaid. He looked as well, and more emotion and anticipation rose in his throat as his eyes fell on the squirming bundle in the other woman’s arms. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as your outstretched arms embraced the bundle, laying it against your chest as he finally beheld his child’s face.

       She had been crying before, but she quieted now, nestled against the familiar warmth of her mother. Shingen could see that she had inherited his coloring, maroon fuzz covering her head and large grey eyes blinking up at him, but he recognized your nose and jawline. He took a shuddering breath and reached out, smiling through his happy tears as a tiny hand wrapped around his finger.

       “You couldn't wait another month, huh?” he chuckled, to which she just blinked at him, cooing as she wiggled. “Is she healthy?” 

       “Yep,” you replied, stroking your thumb across her head. Looking up at him, you asked, “Do you want to hold her?”

       He blinked owlishly at you and nodded, his heart jumping in his chest. Fussing at being handed away from you, she quieted as soon as Shingen had her steady. She looked so tiny in his large hands, little limbs kicking in her swadlings, and he could feel her heartbeat, fluttering like a bird. His tears dripped down his face onto her as his heart swelled in his chest, love for his family drowning the last of his fear. 

       Holding the new Takeda princess in one arm and his goddess of a wife in the other, he pressed his lips to your hair. “Thank you.”

       Leaning up, you kissed his cheek in answer before settling back against him, closing your eyes as 20 hours of labor finally got to you. You felt yourself being laid back onto the futon, and heard the maids ushering your husband and child out again to clean you up before settling to sleep, a smile on your face.

       At the same time, Shingen was still gazing down at the baby in wonder, watching her take in the world around her with pride. There was so much more inside him now, the final pieces falling into place. She’d broken his heart coming into the world, but put it back together just as easily. How amazing was that?

       Sitting down, he smiled as the tiny life in his arms yawned and closed her eyes, tucked safely against his chest. Looking up, he noticed the rain had started to let up, bits of blue sky peeking through the grey. As he watched, a rainbow flared to life, making his smile grow even wider as he reached out to catch the last few raindrops in his hand.

A soft moan passed his lips, head tilting back as your fingernails dragged gently over his scalp. Even with his eyes closed, Charles could feel your smile, the soft upturn of kiss-swollen lips firmly ingrained in his mind's eye.

The skin of your thigh was soft against his cheek, warm with the afterglow of lovemaking. This close, he could smell the result of your coupling from where it seeped between your legs, and he turned to press his nose into your stomach, breathing deep of your warmth.

You giggled, curling over as he nibbled at the sensitive flesh, and Charles took the opportunity to roll you onto your back, his body draped over yours as he pressed you into the bed. You felt so good against him, so warm and inviting. He'd already had you so many times, filling you until you cried out for mercy, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to ruin you. Ruin you so you could never leave him. Until you needed him as much as he needed you.

A shuddering sigh escaped him as you moaned his name, tilting your head back to present the marks he'd left earlier in the night. Your legs opened, inviting him closer as he wrapped his arms under your back and clung to you, twining his form with yours. Hot, desperate lips placed sloppy kisses up the column of your throat, licking over the shell of your ear and making you arch into him. A sharp nip to one of the many bitemarks he'd left on you had your nails digging into his back, legs wrapping around his slim waist as you urged him to take what was his.

His lips found yours, meeting in a mess of lips and tongue as he pushed into you, his seed oozing around his length as he buried himself within your wet walls. Eyes rolling back in his head, soft whines filled the room as he clung tighter to you, wet squelches bouncing off the walls as he humped against you. His whole body shook, overwhelmed with adoration and not a little overstimulation. No matter how many times he became one with you, it still amazed him how heavenly you felt wrapped around him, made for him and him alone.

"Move, my love," you breathed in his ear, sending shockwaves down his spine, an order from a queen to her lover. "I haven't had enough of you yet."