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Shouei wakes beneath the earth and she is alone in its darkness.
Above her, she senses all is well, her watery domain still in its early morning calm. Water drips slowly from the limestone stalactites residing in her cave, all of them as ancient as her. Over time, their steady rhythm has become a symphony, transforming her room into a sanctuary, lit only by their phosphorescent glow.
Today, it takes an inordinate amount of will to abandon from the comfort of her bed, warmed by a pool of buried magma.
But, she must. The world and its waters demand her, so she parts the velvet curtains surrounding her and quits the bed.
She bathes quickly, but thoroughly, scrubbing her skin with soapgrass and hawthorn for its gentle scent. Oil is poured over her head and she slicks it back with a comb of whalebone, taming her mane of onyx hair.
As she rises from the bath, loyal attendants dry her and cloak her in a dark robe of sea silk and jewelry made of glittering scales and fishbones. Her crown is heavy— a testament to the mantle she carries— and etched from bright fanned shells, all dotted with diamonds of salt.
Shouei doesn’t take breakfast today, opting to stroll the grounds instead.
Her palace was built in the height of fashion, made of gemstone and coral, adorned with golden turrets and climbing vines of sprouted kelp. The oceans are displaced here, providing a magicked moat between her and the rest of the mortal world.
It’s been centuries since she’s received guests, (other than the rare surprise visit from one of her sisters), and she prefers it that way, territorial of her peace. The halls are colder and quieter, but her home remains hers and hers alone, empty save for her servants and her precious beasts.
Besides, the palace’s architecture is less than suitable to foreigners as its inner rooms shift with her fickle moods, an unfortunate consequence of her intense disposition. At her best, the halls sparkle through pools of sunlight and bloom with lotuses and water lilies. On her worst days, the palace is unnavigable through the rocky spires and hardened barnacles that cover the walls and floors, becoming an impenetrable fortress of rage.
Shouei’s bare feet carry her through her cavernous dominion in eerie quiet. Her temper is mild today and the world she has built admires her all the more. She passes halls of trophies from her conquests and victories— heads of her enemies and their spawn, dazzling treasure, and enormous woven tapestries that depict her many battles won.
She walks over seagrass and marble-smooth stones towards her stables, her sharp features already melting into a smile at the soft sounds of her seahorses slowly waking. One by one, she greets her dear pets with hushed praises, nuzzling their long noses with her own. She whispers a vow to return, promising that tonight she will brush their manes as long as they please.
Back inside, Shouei ambles towards the throne room, passing through every room along her route. Her hands glide across the furniture and decor, clicking her tongue in disappointment whenever her fingertips come away gray with dust. Servants hasten to undo their mistakes, but the damage cannot be avoided; Shouei sends them tumbling down to Seishrou’s abyss with an easy snap of her fingers.
Her attention shifts as dawn begins its slow ascent towards the horizon, scarlet morning rays scattered across the surface of her seven seas. Wasting no time, the throne room comes to her, the grand double doors magicking right before her in the hall.
Shouei makes her entrance, feeling every bit a god in the room that seems to reflect her worth. The hall is her temple and it hums to life as she ascends to her throne of garnet.
Though her kingdom is leagues beneath the reach of the sun, the throne room shines bright with glittering crystals embedded in the walls, their dance mirrored in the rivers that weave and bend across the floor. An artificial sun burns warm and yellow above the fractured glass dome roof, providing life for the impossible cypress and olive trees that grow here, their oil sacred for Shouei’s skin alone. Marble columns and statues of her mythos stand erect beneath tremendous flags suspended from the ceilings, all bearing her crest of arms— a lion charging out from the roaring waves.
A long line of guards and servants await her orders, bearing arms and waving golden fans with bright plumes of flamingo feathers.
I am home, she thinks, radiant and worthy atop her throne.
Using the water from her rivers and salt from her own brow, Shouei conjures a pool of water before her, mapping out the seven seas. With keen eyes, she surveys the world above in its reflection, grinning at the thousands of ships already sailing in her waters. She tallies them off, one by one, making careful note of those that have given unto her adequately.
Her list grows and with it, so does her joy. The early hours have brought forth her most devoted as usual, exploring her seas with curious hearts and boundless tenacity. She charts courses with generosity and ease, sending favorable winds and currents abundant with fish to all that need it, pleased as they rejoice with her name on their lips.
With all of her sailors accounted for, Shouei looks to her temple in Isthmia, its beautiful columned face cast towards the sea. Droves of people wander about the grounds, but there is only one in particular she searches for.
Just off the coast of Corinth, Shouei finds her— the divine Hyouma splashing in the waves with her coven of water nymphs.
The girl is naked like always, bathed in nothing but seafoam and pearls. Not a day has gone by without Hyouma swimming in her seas or dancing along her shores, her smile wild and her ruby locks even wilder as she teases Shouei in her own domain.
Shouei aches for her, blinded with lust as she laughs and plays in her ocean. She can nearly feel the gentle curves of her body as she floats along, how warm she is against her cool waters. The goddess of beauty must know what she is doing, tempting her with this constant torment.
Burning with guilt, she turns away to check on her sailors once more.
Slowly, the sun rises. Then, so does she.
Her looking glass ripples to refresh her view—
—and all of her seas are barren.
No stubborn masts protrude from the black waters nor do any flags whip in the wind on their murky descent. Nothing and nobody has survived this culling— not even a ripple. Her oceans lie quiet and calm as if the ships themselves had been nothing but an illusion.
Her temper sings with madness as she searches her waters for any evidence of survivors, bellowing with fury when she finds nothing but seafoam in her seamen’s wake. The skies darken with the gravity of her anger as monstrous clouds roll in, dawn turning to dark and stormy night.
She sprints out of the room, leaving a trail of jagged ice and stone in the halls and rooms she passes on her way outside.
In the stables, her arrival has been hastily predicted and her pets wait for her, already saddled in their finest armor and yoked to her chariot.
Armed with her thundering trident, Shouei pulls on the reins and leads her horses to the mortal world.
The ocean’s waves beat relentlessly against the shore and the earth splits open upon her arrival in Corinth. The winds whip and whine about her as she climbs free from her carriage, ready to scour the seas herself for the assassin who has garnered her wrath.
A tempest— awesome and fuming— roars to life as Shouei steps out onto the foul seas, her robes drenched heavy with salt and rain. Booming thunder cracks through the air and one of Yoichi’s bolts rockets down from the heavens in blistering, unmistakable warning.
But Shouei does not care what her sister thinks, not when her disciples have been destroyed.
Through sheets of talent-sized drops, she makes out a figure swept up in the tide.
She moves closer, the length of her trident poised over her shoulder, ready to strike. The figure doesn’t move so Shouei inches forward, placing one careful foot in front of the other so as not to be heard. With each slow step ahead, she begins to make out a familiar voice, screaming against the pelting rain.
Hyouma bobs helplessly in the current, surrounded by the foamy remnants of her attendants that have all but left her for dead.
“Please help! Someone he—!” The rest of her cry is swallowed by the ocean.
Shouei dives into the ocean after her, shapeshifting into a sleek dolphin to ease her battle against the raging sea.
With the aid of the current, Hyouma sinks faster and faster, falling through waters she should never have known. Her eyes fall shut and her breath halts, leaving only a weak trail of bubbles on her descent.
Shouei races towards her, snatching her up just before she reaches the sandy ocean floor. She magicks her form into that of an octopus, holding the girl with all her might. Her black tentacles tighten around Hyouma’s body as they escape angry waves, diving deep into the seas towards the safety of her palace.
They arrive and Shouei storms through the palace gates with Hyouma still tucked in her arms, unconscious and just barely breathing. The halls remain frozen over as she places her in her own bed, buried beneath a small mountain of heated furs.
Exhausted, Shouei keeps some of her octopoid anatomy in the form of six tentacles, lined with rows of suckers that pulse over the dense muscle hidden within. The tapered ends wriggle and shudder on their own accord like dark fingers, still wet with seawater.
An attendant quickly brings a basin filled with steamy water and Shouei doesn’t hesitate to wet the towel at her bedside, draping the warm rag over Hyouma’s forehead.
It has been so long since she cared for someone like this— left to her own devices to clean up Seishirou’s and Yoichi’s constant mishaps with the mortals— and even longer since someone has laid in her bed. Though, in truth, she cannot contain her excitement. She has longed for her sweet sister over a lifetime and now, she has her, unable to protest.
The day passes by thousands of leagues above and the Queen of the Seas grows impatient.
Shouei’s hands remain obedient in her lap, but the limbs grown from her back do not listen to reason. Her tentacles peel the linens away from the girl’s body, mapping the foreign shape of her.
The storm crashes on overhead, violent and hungry, but nothing else matters, not when the goddess of beauty occupies her bed.
Hyouma is so small in her sheets, her naked figure dwarfed by the seal pelts and seasilks that envelop her. Her frame reminds Shouei of the pod of dolphins she swims with at night. Though the curve of her hips is defined and mature, her skin remains smooth and bare like that of a youth.
Her breasts too defy her understanding— the mounds of her chest are significant and tender, but her nipples refuse to rise against her touch.
Frowning, Shouei tries to determine if this is her true form or a disguise to roam the mortal world, but she cannot remember the last time she had been this close to her. Perhaps centuries ago when Hyouma came of age to enter Yoichi’s pantheon, still but a child.
She pulls the blankets down further.
Hyouma’s bare flesh shines bright like pearls, sweetly touched with bruises and sucker marks, wrapping about her long limbs like chains. Her skin has mostly dried, sparkling with salt, her salt, but her ruby hair remains wet and wild, laying claim over the better half of Shouei’s bed.
Her body opens to Shouei, relaxing beneath the foreign touch of her limbs. Even in sleep, her skin runs feverishly warm. Shouei had forgotten how warm they could get, so far beyond the reach of the sun.
She leans in selfishly and presses her lips against the girl’s, feeling the ghost of her breath in their gentle kiss.
Hyouma tastes like the earth, like salt and grass and life all at once, and Shouei loses herself. She tastes like hers.
Shamelessly, Shouei uses her own hand to drag the furs down to her ankles, exposing what lies dangerously below.
Her soft stomach rolls pleasantly into her hips and waist, dusted with newly grown pubic hair.
Slowly, Shouei spreads her legs, baring Hyouma to her.
Her cunt glistens in the low light, dripping sweet like honeyed fruit. Her pale skin changes here, darkening to layers of glossy pink folds, all protecting her shuddering entrance.
Shouei’s cock throbs against her robes. It would be so easy to taste her and take her, to claim her while she slept. She would never have to know, she thinks, arguing against her better judgment.
But, the girl begins to stir. “Shouei?” Hyouma murmurs drowsily, her voice dry and weak.
“I’m here,” Shouei answers, taking hold of her hand. “Don’t try to move.”
She looks around, bleary-eyed and dazed. “I’m in your bed?”
“You had a fall,” Shouei explains quickly, her brow knit tight with concern. “How are you feeling, princess?”
Hyouma tries to speak, but her words get lost in the shiver that ripples under her skin. Shouei leans down to hear her clearly.
“Hold me,” she whispers through chattering teeth.
“Of course, princess.” Shouei rounds the bed and pulls the girl close, praying that her robes will hide her muted arousal. Her hands are cold against her goose-pimpled flesh and she wishes she could provide her with better. For now, she pulls a heavy otter pelt over them both.
“It’s so cold down here,” Hyouma remarks with a frown. “How can you stand it?”
“Forgive me. I should’ve had you dressed, but I didn’t want to disturb your rest.” Shouei admits and Hyouma hums in answer, shifting beneath their covers.
The pelt slips down Hyouma’s shoulder, baring a bruise on her bicep. Shouei curses herself for not magicking them away.
Wide awake now, Hyouma’s eyes scan down at her body, surveying all of the offending marks left on her skin. She doesn’t say a word, just reaches between her legs with a breathy sigh. When she pulls her hand back, the tips of her fingers are shiny with slick.
Her face is unreadable as she looks up at Shouei. “Did you touch me?”
“I—” For the first time in her life, Shouei hesitates. “I forgot myself.”
Hyouma turns on her side to face Shouei, placing her hand against Shouei’s chest. “Look at me.”
Shouei obeys.
“You are Queen of the Seas— a warrior, a conqueror— and you take what you want.” Hyouma’s gaze burns into her. “You cannot forget what you are.”
“Even so,” Shouei lays her hand atop Hyouma’s, her heart pounding as her palm dwarfs the goddess’ hand, “You are a goddess and I will not foul you any further.”
“Shouei,” she snaps, her peony gaze hardening. “Your excuses make an ass of you. You possess and I will lust, and we will both do so for all of time. Try as we may, we cannot escape our nature.”
“Have you been touched before?” Shouei cannot help herself; the question leaves her lips before she can crush the thought.
“And if I asked the same of you?” Hyouma frowns, but a spark of jest shimmers in her eyes. “In truth, I have been loved in many ways, but not like this, not in my true form. How could I when my heart belongs to you?”
Shouei blinks down at her. “What?”
Hyouma laughs against her lips and it tastes like the sun. “My dear sister commands the sea and still fails to see how she ruins me. My dearest, have you not felt my vengeance in your empty halls or your empty heart?”
Leagues under the sea, Shouei feels dizzy with rage, her heart racing in double time as the ripples in her day slowly come into focus.
All those ships lost, buried in a trail of pearly seafoam.
“You… No!”
“I was born in your oceans and look how well I have grown for you,” Hyouma continues, burning brighter and brighter in her arms. She rolls her hips forward, teasing herself against the obvious outline of Shouei’s cock. “I have waited more than a lifetime for you to claim me, my lord. The Queen of the Seas has but one focus; what other act could I have committed to turn your eye on me?”
“Princess, what have you done?” Shouei seethes, using her hand to pin the girl to the furs beneath them both. Her tentacles grow wild and long behind her and her trident materializes in her other fist, thrumming and crackling with excess energy.
“You will receive no remorse from me.” Hyouma utters, her voice barely scraping free from her throat. “Listen and understand I will not stop until you are mine alone. I have become Fate myself. It is you and I— the sea and her pearl.” She presses her lips against Shouei’s tanned forearm, spreading her legs in easy supplication. “So praise your bride. Lay with me and say you love me in return.”
Shouei feels her waves cresting tall in the oceans overhead, a tsunami of fury that cannot be contained in her body alone. The world rumbles and shakes as canyons tear open on the earth’s surface.
Her sight goes dark as her tentacles slither over Hyouma, blindly knotting themselves into black rivers over Hyouma’s white skin. A whiplike tentacle replaces the hand around Hyouma’s wrists.
Shouei grips her trident with two white-knuckled fists, lifting it high over Hyouma’s skull, poised to strike.
Her terrible voice booms like thunder. “Tell me why I should not kill you where you lie.”
Hyouma does not struggle in her arms, submitting to her god’s terrible ferocity. “My lord, you spend your days in darkness when you could claim the world as your own,” she rasps out through the limb squeezed about her neck. “Have me and I will give you the sun itself.”
Lightning streaks across the heavens, booming with thunder that rattles even in the palace buried deep below the seven seas.
Blind with rage, Shouei forces her legs apart, shoving three fingers into her tight cunt.
Hyouma screams out in pain, salty tears pouring down her sweet cheeks.
Shouei grins at her sobbing, wiping away her tears with her thumb. She moans at the taste, salt blooming on her tongue.
“You belong to me,” she grunts, bullying a thick, slithering tendril between the girl’s parting lips. “So shape your body to mine.”
With her throat full, Hyouma’s sobbing deafens to soft, wet gurgles, choking on the appendage. Her rosy eyes water and her little body trembles as she tries to swallow her down, fighting against her need to breathe.
“How does it feel, beauty?” Shouei hums darkly, fucking her fingers deep into her warm pussy. She lies on the bed next to her, watching how her throat bulges. “Perhaps I'll leave you like this,” she whispers against her ear, trailing a nail down the line of her distended neck. “Let you die how my sailors did and see if you turn to foam too.”
Hyouma tightens down on her fingers and her hips buck against her hand.
“Oh?” Shouei says. “Or would my sweet pearl enjoy that? Her wedding night as her last?”
Shouei removes her fingers to inspect her cunt, laughing low as it pulses empty and greedy.
Drunk with pleasure, Hyouma keens her hips from the bed, searching for Shouei’s powerful touch. She tries to cry out but fails, her voice rendered to nothing more than a strained whine.
“How good my bride sounds like this, drowning in devotion,” Shouei says, granting a tender kiss to her jaw.
Painfully slow, the tentacle drags free from Hyouma’s throat and Shouei moans with every inch released. The tapered end leaks with fluid, dripping across the goddess’ breasts.
“Tell me what you want, little one,” Shouei says, rising above her, “and perhaps your queen will grant it.”
Hyouma stares up at Shouei, shivering in terror. Her flushed cheeks glow with heavy exertion and her parted lips shine glossy with spit, panting for breath.
“More,” she coughs out, all of her limp across the bed. Hot tears dot her long eyelashes like diamonds, fracturing her vision of Shouei. Mustering all of her strength, she draws her hand over her stomach and down between her open legs, spreading her puffy folds with her fingers. “Please, my lord. I beg of you.”
Pleased, Shouei coos down at her. Her tentacles slither across the girl beneath her, leaving wet trails in their wake.
Hyouma shivers as a single tentacle worms its way up her naked torso, slipping through the shallow moat between her breasts. A row of suckers line their way across her tits, latching to her soft nipples. She fists at the sheets, whimpering under every sharp pull and pinch.
Shouei guides a thicker tendril lower, leading it down down down her trembling thighs. She teases the tentacle over her skin, leaving sweet sucker marks as it threads down to her cunt. Wasting no time, she uses the suction to lap hard at her clit, rolling it to a stiff peak.
“Inside, my lord!” Hyouma pleads, weak against the sudden assault. “Inside, please!”
Shouei relents, popping the tentacle free and plunging it deep inside her cunt.
Hyouma breaks beneath the strength of every eager slide, crying harder as the tentacle takes her like an animal, impatient and hungry.
Hushing her, Shouei hauls her into her strong grip, circling her arms around her. “Quiet now, my love,” she purrs, placing her fingers in Hyouma’s drooling mouth. “This is what you wanted, what you asked for, sweet girl. Show me your thanks.”
Hyouma looks up at her with stars in her adoring eyes. A final hiccuping gasp leaves her lips as she succumbs to her fate, awful pressure slowly fading to the consuming burn of pleasure.
Shouei dips her head, granting sweet mercy in the form of a kiss, wet and slow. Hyouma’s lips melt against hers, moaning in happiness. “You have me, beauty. For now and all of time.”
“Say you love me,” Hyouma begs into Shouei’s chest when they finally part, her face blooming red with blush. “My lord, you must.”
A painful groan rumbles from Shouei’s chest as she drags her tentacle free from Hyouma’s tight heat. It lifts and bullies down Hyouma’s open lips, relentlessly punching the back of her throat until it slows to a shuddering stop, thick fluid gushing out from the oozing tip.
Shouei mouths down her throat as she swallows it all down. “Gods above, I love you, Hyouma.”
The thick length tugs free and Hyouma spits and gags, wheezing for breath.
Hyouma manages to raise one of her arms, lifting her hand to gently cup Shouei’s clenched jaw. “They will erect as many temples of us as there are grains of sand,” she sighs after a moment, blissfully happy, “and still, no one will worship you more than I, my lord.”
“There are better ways to earn my attention, little one,” Shouei coos back.
One by one, her tentacles retract and curl back under her skin, morphing her dark shape into one more familiar. Now, with her temper sated, Hyouma’s culling feels less an act of war and more like the silly fit of a child, done without any thought of consequence.
Shouei takes hold of the hand against her face, kissing Hyouma’s small, warm palm. “Do not think you have to throw a tantrum for me to notice you.”
Hyouma’s pink lips part, her voice a symphony of sweetness, yielding to Shouei’s touch. “But I have waited so long, my love. So long for you to see me.”
“Oh, sweet girl…” Shouei presses her lips against her bride’s brow and rises from her side. In one swift motion, she lays down her crown and lets her robes fall to the floor, unveiling all of her.
Hyouma drinks in the sight of her like pure ambrosia. Her gaze slowly falls, tracking down lean lines of muscle and golden olive skin. Her queen’s breasts hang low and heavy on her chest, her dark nipples pointed in the cool air of the room.
Shouei laughs as the goddess swallows, staring at her cock and her bush of trimmed black hair. She wraps a slack hand around her length, lazily stroking herself until it stands proud with arousal.
“Come to me, Shouei,” Hyouma whines, reaching out for her wife. “Come and make me yours.”
And who is Shouei to disobey her wife?
She falls into bed without hesitation, draping herself over Hyouma. Her arms and legs surround the girl’s small frame, caging her to the sheets.
But Hyouma is not afraid. She feels nothing but overwhelming adoration as she wraps her arms around Shouei’s broad shoulders, kissing her until both of their lips are bruised dark like ripe cherries.
Shouei rears her head back and the foreign sound of laughter is warm on her wet tongue.
Around them, the frigid room thaws into a garden born of their love. Flora of all colors shoot up from the jagged cracks remaining in the floor. Their flowers and leaves bloom with supple radiance, bowing at their feet.
On the earth above, a brilliant rainbow beams amongst softening clouds. The sun smiles down upon them, warming their naked skin.
The world is theirs to sow upon, just as Hyouma had vowed.
Shouei glows with pride as she joins the world in its worship of her wife, kissing across every inch of her pearled skin.
“I love you, my darling,” Shouei whispers against her mouth, her lips rosy and warm.
Hyouma kisses her back, letting her tongue slip between their open mouths.
“I love you, my dove,” she breathes into her neck, tasting salt from her waters on Hyouma’s skin.
Hyouma moans, burning with hunger.
“I love you, my sweet,” she says over her perfect stomach, wondering if she would bear her children if she asked.
Hyouma tucks a hand into Shouei’s black hair, fingering at the silky strands.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” Shouei repeats on end as her lips trail down between her perfect legs, parting her thighs to submit before her weeping altar.
Hyouma comes undone as Shouei wraps her lips and sucks at the hardened nub of her clit. Her hips arch up from the bed as she whines to be full.
Still diligently sucking, Shouei tucks two fingers into her pussy, crooking them to massage at her velvet-soft walls. She laps at her juices, groaning at the sweet tang of salt and sweat, pure and perfect.
“Enough! Shouei, please enough!” Hyouma fists at her wife’s dark hair, her head bowed back against the pillow. “How you torture your bride!”
From between shaking legs, Shouei grins up at her, granting one final lick to her cunt, addicted to her delicious musk.
“This torture is the least of your worries, my love,” Shouei purrs, crawling back up the bed like a great lion stalking its prey, her eyes never straying from Hyouma’s face.
She kisses the length of Hyouma’s arm as she moves to lie behind her. A moan, broken and weak, wrenches from her throat and she takes hold of her bride’s breasts, rocking her hips against the slippery mess she left behind. “An eternity will not be enough for you to escape my sight.”
Hyouma comes undone the moment Shouei drives her cock inside her cunt, wave after wave of pleasure weakening her exhausted flesh.
Shouei can hardly move against her, halted by the contracting muscles of her tight walls.
Hyouma blinks against hot, fast tears, peering down at their precious union. Her hands travel down her body and she sighs with pleasure at the sight of her stomach, bulging thoroughly with her wife’s cock. Her legs still tremble with the force of her orgasm and yet, she only craves more.
“I am yours,” she weeps breathlessly, surrendering herself to her queen. “Shouei, I am yours alone.”
A hand dips between Hyouma’s legs, rubbing tortuous circles around her aching clit. Shouei works herself deeper inside, cursing under her breath as she sinks in up to the hilt. She takes careful hold of her wife’s hips, fucking her with true abandon.
“Let us have a baby, Hyouma,” Shouei whispers into her ear and Hyouma moans, placing her hands low on her stomach. “Please, my love, bear my child.”
The thought alone is enough to press Hyouma towards the edge once more, convulsing around Shouei’s cock. Shouei comes with her in unison, her devotion spilling deep inside her wife.
Exhausted, they remain coupled as they succumb to their needs, dreaming in each other’s arms.
Hyouma wakes in her beloved’s arms and beams with joy. Shouei presses deeper inside of her as she rouses, her soft cock twitching to life inside of her sweet bride.
“I dreamed of fish, Shouei,” Hyouma whispers, kissing Shouei’s fingertips one by one. “Your child need only to be born to rule the heavens.”
“Our child,” Shouei corrects softly, kissing the crown of her wife’s head.
Reaching her fingers into her mouth, Hyouma pulls out a pearl from amongst her teeth and fastens it to a strand of her own hair, offering the ring she made herself to the Queen of the Ocean.
Shouei holds it to the light to examine its beauty. Her heartbeat pounds against her ribcage when she sees shadows of tall masts from within the stone, the echoing screams of her sailors reduced to nothing more than a tinny buzz.
Hyouma watches her face from below, her devious grin never fading.
“You have not told me yet.” Hyouma whispers, pushing her thin fingers through Shouei’s wild black mane. “Is my lord pleased?”
Shouei dons her ring and she cannot help her smile. “My wife, I could not ask for more.”