The Lady General, Hagane Masako, Mistress of the Five Provinces, Conqueror of the Battle of Kiyoshi is Special Retainer to the Imperial Prince Yoshinake and serves him well—upon the fields of battle and, discreetly, within his private chambers. There, she masters his passion, his desire for the erotic arts of pleasurable pain and the firm hand of a powerful woman.
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But it is time for the Prince to wed, and the General serves him again by finding and teaching his young, noble fiancé to be the lady of his heart and mistress of his body."
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That Lady Umiko had loved and desired her prince since she first saw him, this match would surely be blessed with both pleasure and children of the finest Imperial blood. She brings to the wedding a sacred robe of magical silk to protect him and all the generations of his bloodline to come.
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However, Lady Umiko lacks one thing to bring to her love and their private chambers—a form of ancient, feminine power the General may know how to obtain. Together, they must embark on a sacred quest to a place mere mortal men dare not approach, where magical beings stand guard against the unworthy...
“Before I go to face my ancestors, I will know you are master of many domains and thousands of swords, surrounded by little brats of royal birth to carry your sacred blade and fan when you have returned to me in the Other Kingdoms. And should the gods will it, and you ascend to the throne of your ancestors and become a god yourself… ah, Yoshi-chan, then still shall I be your general and guide your legions in the very heavens to your even greater glory.”
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“As you say, my general,” he sighed. He pressed his cheek into her hand, breathing out against the skin.
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“My most honored and treasured prince,” she murmured, patting his cheek and smoothing her hand over his head, stroking his perfect warrior’s knot. “I will serve you unto death and beyond. Come to me, my worm, my dog, my boy whore, and my exalted master. Come and please me. Perhaps if you do, I shall permit you to achieve clouds and rain tomorrow, or the day after. And perhaps I will not.” She sighed, leaned back, and parted the light robe she wore. “Come to me, beautiful man. Show me your gratitude and how you shall please your wife, when she permits.”
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“You are beautiful, my lady. And I am yours.”
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It was only proper he speak first, but Umiko was unprepared for such a bold and unconventional statement. One of her cousins reported her husband’s first words were, “At last! Shall we play Hide the Eel now?” Her mother told her that Father said, “I hope I shall be worthy of you.” But no one reported compliments. Or declarations of possession.
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“Remember, his male spirit seeks a feminine one of power and confidence,” the Lady General had advised her. “As a sword seeks a sheath, as the books say, neh? He will seat himself inside of you, yes, but you shall take him and shield his vitality, preserving it. You shall envelop him, receive his body in worship, his seed in fealty. Allow your desire for him, the part you called selfish, to guide you. If you do so with sincerity, this match will be blessed.”
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So, while every fiber in her being struggled against it, instead of saying something like I beg my honorable lord to accept me, though I am not worthy, she nodded, just slightly.
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“I would have you pleasure me,” she whispered, the shame of it filling her with an indescribable glee. “Before we proceed to our duty.”
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His eyes lit with joy!
