#of demons and dragons ch.8.5

[late-night-tryst]

Of Demons and Dragons

Ikemen Sengoku Imagine: Being able to turn into a dragon.

Ch. 8.5 (Optional)

Warnings: Swearing, very explicit, ALL THE SMUT, masterbation. I got the itch to write some smut but didn't want to write something that didn't pertain to the series because I was afraid I would lose my muse - so...

You don't know how you got into this situation. You don't remember coming here with him, you know this isn't right, this isn't how it happened but you don't question it. Everything is foggy and it feels like your mind is swimming - unable to conjure images of how you got to this point. All you know are 'facts' that, for some reason, your brain has provided for you.

You're at the hot springs.

There is a third party just behind the door that leads to the spring.

The door that leads to the pool is to your left.

And currently you're-

"Mitsuhide~!" You throw your head back as a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine, originating from your core. Your back arches off the mattress, and your arms reach over your head to cling to the edge of the bed. You bite your lip as your eyes open to gaze at the white haired warlord pistoning his hips into you.

"Do you like that, my little Ryū?" His voice sounds taunting, and you want to slap him- he gives one particularly hard thrust into you and your jaw drops open as you let out a loud moan. You won't slap him right this second though. Your legs, which were previously wrapped around his hips slowly move farther apart the more he thrusts into you.

You want more.

And you want it deeper.

You muster up enough strength in your body, somehow, to push yourself up and throw Mitsuhide on to his back, before placing your hands on his chest and proceed to bounce yourself on his dick. The bed springs squeak from underneath the both of you as you ride him. Mitsuhide let's out a groan, and you hear it, but you don't see it because your head is hanging low and your eyes are shut tightly.

Your breathing is becoming ragged as the tingling and pulsing sensation between your thighs becomes more intense. You move to sit up, bringing one hand down to rub your clit while the other rakes a scratch down the kitsune's chest. Your head falls back and you breathlessly say his name again, "Mitsuhide~"

He roughly grabs you hips with his hands, digging his heels into the bed behind you before thrusting upwards to meet you half way at every bounce, however, just when you think your going to cum - the sliding doors to the hot spring slam open and you hear a familiar deep voice, "What is the meaning of this?"

You practically jump off of the man beneath you and whip around to look in the direction of the now open doors, but no one is there. Frantically, you search the room till your eyes land on Nobunaga, who is standing at the edge of the bed opposite to where he entered, wearing a thin bath robe. Before you even have time to question him, he's kneeling on the bed, tangling his hand in your hair and kissing you. You let out a pleased hum, before bringing his bottom lip into your mouth and lightly biting down.

Nobunaga groans and when you pull back to look at him, he no longer has his robe on. You grin, bringing your hands up to run them up and down his chest before you proceed to attack his neck- licking, biting and sucking. You didn't care if you left a necklace of hickies.

Mine.

You've moved so that now you're kneeling on the other side of Mitsuhide and leaning over his legs to reach Nobunaga. You don't even feel Mitsuhide leave that spot on the bed, but when you scoot closer to the raven haired warlord, Mitsuhide is no longer there.

You feel a set of hands running up and down your body. You aren't sure who they belong to, but you aren't complaining - especially when they move up to massage your breasts before tweaking your nipples, causing you're lean into them. You whimper, the sound muffled by Nobunaga's neck. He brings a hand to your chin, taking it between his thumb and index finger before forcing you to look into his piercing eyes.

There is a beat of silence till it's broken by the sound of your gasp. One of the hands, who you assume belong to Mitsuhide, migrated down your body and began rubbing circles around your clit. You turn to look at the man behind you and jutt your hips back towards him, presenting yourself to the kitsune in a silent plea for more.

He grins mischievously at you, his rubbing quickens, causing you to hiss when the burning sensation in your pussy becomes so intense it leaves you panting. You look back to Nobunaga and see he has a smug smirk on his face. You glare at him before leaning down so you were resting on your elbows and at eye level with his swollen cock.

With determination, you took the his twitching dick into your mouth. A sigh escapes him and you feel his hand move to the back of you head and tangle into your hair again. With your free hand, you take whatever doesn't fit into your mouth and grasp it firmly, before pulling his dick out of your mouth with a loud 'pop'. You hear a grunt and feel the hand in your hair tighten. You lick the tip while you glance up to gaze at Nobunaga; he has the same look in his face as he did that night he first invited you to his room- lust blown pupils and slightly reddened cheeks.

While you stare into his eyes, and continue to tease the head of his member, the rubbing between your legs quickens and you tremble with a wonton moan. You can feel your wetness in the cool night air, and for a brief moment you wonder if it'll dribble down your legs. You pull just the tip of Nobunaga's dick completely into your mouth, sucking it and and swirling your tongue around it. His eyes screw shut and a deep groan leaves his parted lips. You take him deeper and let out a pleased hum around the hard appendage.

The rubbing around your clit isn't enough, which is odd, but you lean the weight of your upper body onto the elbow of the arm that is grasping Nobunaga, before snaking your free hand underneath yourself with a plan to guide Mitsuhide's hand to where you really want it. However, as if reading your mind, the white haired warlord plunges himself deep into you, and you let out the most whore-ish, muffled moan around Nobunaga's cock that you've ever heard.

The hand that had previously been traveling down south, shoots up to push against the mattress so you don't knock into raven haired man with the force of Mitsuhide's thrusts. After that, you have no choice but to release the Oda man from your grasp in order to plant both your hands into the mattress, because Mitsuhide is ramming into you at a relentless pace.

You squeak, and moan, and squeal because fuck you feel so relieved after all that teasing to finally have a cock inside you again, but you find it very hard to concentrate on giving Nobunaga a blow job like this. The creaking of the bed and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. Your focusing on meeting Mitsuhide for every pump, but your concentration is broken when you feel Nobunaga push his own member into your parted lips. You let out a muffled whimper, the action sending a jolt of pleasure down your spine that made your back arch so your ass was higher in the air.

Mitsuhide gripped your hips tightly and proceeded to move you to meet his thrusts, himself. You gasped at the action, the force of his movements leaving you breathless. You were getting fucked so hard right now, and you've never been happier. You assumed that feeling had something to do with all the cock teasing you've been doing to some of the warlords - afterall they weren't the only ones left feeling horny after a session, but if this was the result of it, you would happily do it more often and maybe schedule an orgy on your calendar.

Nobunaga was firmly holding your head in place with one hand, and holding the base of his shaft with the other as he thrust in and out of your mouth with a deep guttural groan. You let your lower jaw drop slightly so you could stick your tongue out underneath his shaft - sparing him from the constant scraping of your teeth as he pounded into your mouth. You were rewarded with a pleased moan. You felt like you were melting onto the bed beneath you, and you so desperately wanted to cum already.

"Do you want to cum, Ryū?" Your heard Mitsuhide's voice from behind you. You wanted to respond but all you could do was whimper around Nobunaga's cock.

Yes! Please! Make me cum pretty, pretty please!

You felt one of Mitsuhide's hands move from your hip around, your front, and down to your clit.

Too much!

With a scream of pleasure you fell off of Nobunaga's member and let your upper half completely collapse onto the bed. You heard a deep chuckle from above you, but you didn't care to look. Your body felt like it was trembling, your muscles were spasming with all the stimulation and you felt the familiar feeling of a knott tightening at the pit of your stomach.

"Ah-ha!" Without Nobunaga's dick in your mouth, you could let your desperate cries flood out as you pleased, "Please don't stop!"

You heard Mitsuhide snicker from behind you, "What a dirty, Ryū."

You felt yourself clenching around him and he hissed, "You act so dominant, but all you want is to be dominated, don't you?"

You growled at the white haired warlords words, but it came out as more of a needy whimper. When you didn't answer him he pulled out.

"Yes!" You didn't want it to end, and him ceasing his ministrations was causing your high to quickly plummet, "Please just take me, damn it!" And luckily that was answer enough. Mitsuhide continued to ram into you from behind, or so you thought till you heard his voice in your ear, "Was that so hard to admit?"

You looked up to see that the kitsune was now where Nobunaga had been kneeling, and when you looked back to see who was fucking you, you were met with the intense gaze of the Oda man himself - till he placed his hand on the back of your neck and firmly pushed you back down to the mattress. The action caused you to clench around his dick, and judging by the grunt he gave he noticed. The hand pushed down a little more firmly and you once more became a moaning mess when he pounded into you faster and harder, while his other hand picked up where Mitsuhide left off and played with your clit relentlessly.

"Yes!" You gasped, bringing your hands up to look for something, anything to grab, "God, please don't stop!" The pleasure was becoming too much, the knott in your stomach left you gasping for air.

You looked up at Mitsuhide to see him jerking himself off above you. He smirked down at you, eyes dark with carnal want, hair slick and slightly frazzled from sweat. One hand held the base of his shaft while the other rubbed and twisted around the tip in his palm. The sight made your jaw drop open and a greedy moan left your lips.

You wanted a cock in your mouth, so you were going to take what you wanted. You pushed yourself up as much as Nobunaga would allow you, and slapped the hand on the tip of Mitsuhide's dick away before taking it into your mouth and bobbing your head back and fourth with avengeance.

You were still whimpering, inhaling sharply through your nose, and you bent your back like a cat in heat. Your legs were parted wide and shaking. Your head bobbing became more frantic the tighter the knott in your stomach clenched, but then - with one well angled thrust, Nobunaga hit that spot deep within you.

"Nobunaga!" You pressed your ass harder on to him, causing you to release Mitsuhide's member (who continued your work with his hands again), screw your eyes shut, and let out a scream of pleasure as you came. Hard. A low groan from Nobunaga was followed by a warm sensation filling you, and your face became hot.

You opened your eyes again and briefly saw the image of Mitsuhide with slightly disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, mouth agap as he spurt ribbons of hot cum into your open mouth-

You awoke with a jolt. Eyes shooting open to see your room empty, and void of anyone but yourself. It was still dark outside, and there was no light in your room. However your dragon eyes allowed you to see everything in your room perfectly. You let out a sleepy grunt, proping yourself up on to your elbows, which is when you realized your butt was up in the air.

You hissed out of frustration and embarrassment before laying down flat. How dare you have a wet dream about the men who irk you, and how dare it be just a dream. Your train of thought was broken by a pulsing sensation between your legs, and for a split second you thought about going to Nobunaga's room and letting him have his way with you, or perhaps you could go to Masamune's manor and have a go at him - he had been the nicest one to you thus far.

Your imagination conjured the image of Masamune fucking you on his desk, and you moaned at the jolt your pussy sent up your back. You chuffed, shaking your head in defiance. Masamune's place was too far to walk to in your tired state, and you'd be damned if you gave into Nobunaga this early in the game. On top of that, you were still mad at him for suspecting you.

The pulsing sensation between your thighs interrupted your thinking again, and your brain pulled forth the image of Nobunaga railing you from behind in your dream. You growled and rolled over onto your back. You knew you weren't going to get any sleep in this state, and if you did manage to fall back to sleep, you would probably just have another wet dream.

You would never admit to anyone of what you were about to do, both out of pride and embarrassment. You untied your sleeping robe, allowing your body to be exposed to the cool night air. You sighed at the thin sheen of sweat on your skin which intensified the chill. Your hand snaked down your body and began to rub your clit. You flinched and gasped at the sensitivity of it, your hand moving away out of suprise.

With a deep breath, you rubbed slow, gentle circles around the button, and closed your eyes as you focused on the pleasure. You conjured that image again of you screwing Masamune on his little desk in the office room you went to last time when you dropped off Shogetsu, mostly because you wanted to mentally spite Nobunaga and Mitsuhide.

Masamune definitely seemed like the type who would want to be ridden, probably. You pictured him, sitting with his legs crossed, and leaning back slightly on his hands, with his kimono undone open and disheveled - probably falling off his shoulders too as you rode his cock.

Your fingers picked up the pace a bit, and you began to tease your nipple with your free hand - imagining the one-eyed warlord taking it into his mouth and nipping it. You gasped.

You wouldn't be forceful with him, like you were when you were teasing Nobunaga. Aside from Mitsunari, and despite all his flirting, Masamune was the nicest one to you. So no, you wouldn't pin him to the floor like you did with the raven haired warlord, or make a show of dominance as you had with Mitsuhide, you would be much sweeter to him.

You imagined his arms tenderly wrapping around your waist, your hands tangling into his dark brown hair, and what his voice might sound like as he gave breathy moans of pleasure.

Had you not been so lost in your imagination, you would have scoffed at how much you desperately wanted to genuinely please this immaginary Masamune.

You would gently cup his cheek, causing him to look at you as you leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was tender, and had you not known better, you would have even called it loving.

The hand that had been teasing your nipple began to slowly migrate down wards in sync with your vision.

Masamune moved to gently lay you back on his desk, before plunging his cock back into your warm cavern.

You moaned as your fingers dipped as far as they could into your pussy.

"Ah-ha..." You eyes opened to look up at the ceiling, but for some reason, your mind didn't register that you were looking up at your rooms ceiling.

All you could see was the deep blue eye of Masamune as he pumped into you at a nice steady pace. You imagined what the desk would sound like. Would it creak with your movements or just scuff along the bamboo flooring?

You moaned again as the finger rubbing your clit moved more quickly now, and the fingers in your pussy curled and tapped upwards into that g-spot that the men from your time would debate on if whether or not it existed.

You sighed, the Masamune in your mind letting out a breath aswell as he began to pump into you more frantically- the both of you desperately chasing your orgasm. You wanted to cling to the man, hold on to him, and let your legs stay suspended wide in the air as a welcome invitation to him.

Your knees bent from their previous flat position on your sleeping mat. The finger circling your clit moved urgently now, and at some point the fingers in your pussy stopped pumping and settled for staying knuckle deep within you. Sometimes just the feeling of something filling you was enough to bring you pleasure. You let out another wonton moan as you felt a familiar pressure building within you, "Oh, fuck."

Masamune was pounding into you rapidly now, arms wrapped around your waist, and teeth sinking into your neck with a grunt. You could almost hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the more you moaned the harder and faster he moved.

Your legs moved into the air of their own volition, still bent at your knees, and spread wide. Your fingers were circling your clit at an almost maddening pace. The sopping wet bundle of nerves sent pulsing waves of pleasure through your body, and it felt so good it almost burned.

"Please!" You were whimpering now into an empty room.

Masamune released you, unlatching his teeth from the junction between your neck and shoulder, before moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. He moved his hands to your hips and continued to ram into you at a frantic pace. His eye was dark with a carnal need to climax and it sent a tingling sensation down your spine and to your core, causing it to clench around his cock- your fingers.

Your fingers circled your clit with just as much furostity as Masamune's thrusts till finally the knott snapped, and you came - arching your back off your sleeping mat as you let out an obscenely loud rather pornographic moan.

You imagined Masamune groaning alongside you as he came as well.

When you began to descend from the throes of pleasure, you fell back down into your mat, panting for air. Your face was hot, and your hair was sticking to you. You slowly moved your hands away from you, silently wishing you had a bathroom in your room so you could wash up. You removed your sleeping robe completely and wiped your hands with it before briefly moving to check if you had to clean anything else up. However, you found it hard to move as your body felt heavy.

A problem to deal with tomorrow then.

You tossed your sleeping robe to the side and rolled over onto you stomach, before hugging your pillow and closing your eyes to go back to sleep.