Midnight

	The Moon was out in full as it illuminated the training field. Kamui flexed his bare toes as he gave the wooden katana a few practice swings. Even fake, the weapon felt unfamiliar in his hands. He was considered by most in Nohr to be a master swords man second only to Gunther and Marx having trained since he was strong enough to hold a blade. Still if he was to act as a Bridge between Nohr and Hoshido he figured he should learn how to fight in the style of his mothers people, and luckily for him he had the best teacher he could have hoped for. Kamui gazed across the training field at his new wife, Kazahana as she adjusted her head band and stood up from her kneeling position clutching her own wooden sword. Even though it was only practice her face had a determined look  that made Kamui stand straighter and take the stance she had drilled into him.

	“I'm not going to hold back tonight, so be ready” she said placing both hands firmly on her sword, ass Kamui nodded and did the same. He had all the motivation to win, and he knew she wouldn't go easy on him. He steeled him self as Hana charged raising her sword above her head and bring it down, continuing forward putting her husband on the defensive as she swung her blade  back and forth.

	“Your still fighting like a Nohrian, feel the blade!” she barked eyes narrowed face stern as her face flushed form her boiling blood. Kamui rolled under her swing coming to his knees and lunged swinging his wooden blade, remembering the from she taught him. It was Hana's turn to go on the defensive as  she blocked his swings expertly. Kamui grit his teeth, her form was flawless, she left no opening for him to exploit. All he could do is to keep his offense, or else he would end up sleeping in his bed alone nursing what ever lumps she saw fit to dole out on him as punishment. The gods seemed to smile on Kamui in that very moment as Hana's foot tripped over a rock causing her to stumble backwards. Kamui lunged at the opening swinging hist sword and sweeping her off her feet sending his wife tumbling into the dirt. When Kazahana looked up she saw the point of the wooden blade pointed right at her chest. Breathing hard face flushed she followed the wooden weapon up to see her husband holding it looking grim faced. She knew Kamui had a kind heart, and it was hard not for him to drop to his knees and check her over to make sure she wasn't hurt. Between the fact he was keeping his samurai edge and the masterful way he had defeated her she couldn’t be more proud of her husband. Kamui was using every bit of will power not to smile. Such a decisive victory was sure to be rewarded, and the aroused look on Hana's face was very telling. The first month of marriage had been hard for Kamui, like all newly weds he wanted to spend his every walking moment with his wife. But being in the middle of a war that was difficult, and when they could find time for marital bliss, Hana insisted on Hoshido customs of purification and light meditation before hand. Growing up around Camilla had not Prepared Kamui for a wife who instead on ritually cleaning her self slowly in a secluded pool before every time she laid with him, worse yet she resisted every attempt at spontaneous  seduction. Kamui was sure he was doomed for terminal blue balls if he hadn't discovered the sure fire way to stoke Hana's fire; training. The rush of  adrenaline and the burn in her muscles some how flipped a switch in his young wife's brain. He thought she was possessed the first time after a  strenuous round of sparing she had grabbed his collar  and forced a deep kiss on him. At first he thought it was just a lucky break, but he noticed a pattern after the third time Hana pinned him down in the middle of the training field and road him like she was taming a Pegasus. Hana Noticed to and soon regained control of the situation  by imposing the now unspoken rule. If he wanted to get some nooki he would have to defeat her. Unfortunately, that brought out Hana's competitive side, as they were currently 12 – 9 in her favor. Hana Slowly raised up 2 fingers signaling that she yielded, the second she did a big goofy grin spread to kamui's face. Hana blushed a little  more looking away.

	“Your doing much better soon you'll be able to give Ryoma-sama a challenge.” she said legs bent as she kept her thighs closed while her bare legs drew a lustfull look from Kamui. Hana recognized the look  in  his eyes and blushed more  legs inching apart  as she looked up at him, giving her consent with a little nod. That was all Kamui needed as he fell to his knees and kissed her  placing one hand underneath her chin and  his other hand rubbed the ankle he had assaulted tenderly. Hana moaned cutely into her husbands mouth as she closed her eyes, feeling his hand begin to slither its way up her kimono. Kamui took a deep breath taking in her sweet scent that smelt of strawberries, it stoked the flame in his chest  causing him to growl a little as his hand found its target. Hana moaned as she felt her husbands hand begin to rub her  honeypot through her now damp small cloth.  As Kamui rubbed he began to unclasp the the armor that  covered her chest and then with remarkable finer  dexterity undid the binds around her waist making her breast plate fall away leaving her lying there  her kimono hanging off her her pale pink skin practically glowing under the moonlight. Her breasts were framed on her body perfectly, what they lacked in size was made up for  in roundness and perky pink nipples one of which was exposed to the cool night air the other was peaking at him from under the pink fabric of her kimono. The sight was enough to send Kamui in to a frenzy but he managed to control him self....to an extent.

	“Wait what are you doing?” Han asked as  Kamui  lowered him self placing his head between her legs and parted her small cloth revealing her bald slit. Kamui took a moment to admire his wife's perfect pink lips before he dived  in  burying her face in in her depths. Hana gasped like the air had  been sucked out of her lungs and shook a little her thighs clamping down on the sides of Kamui's head.

	“K..Kamui!” Hana manged to croak out her voice trembling as her face now went as red as a tomato. She could feel his tongue inside her swirling and wriggling uncontrollable. She arched her back raising her hips a half inch on the ground as she tried to steady her self her breasts now fully exposed to the night air as her husband survived her with his tongue. In the pit of her stomach she felt a fire begin to burn, causing her to gasp again. She never imagined shed ever do such lewd things even with her husband, but her she was in the middle of the training field almost completely naked with the man she loved. Hana knew she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it. Her hips suddenly bucked as  Kamui had began to move back forth while his tounge flicked at her core up and down. After a moment of confusion Hana realized Kamui was  trying to stimulate her clit with his nose while continuing to probe her depths with his tongue. She would of laughed if it hadn’t felt so amazing.

	“N..no stop if you keep going like that I’ll overflow.” Hana stammered as she struggled to catch her breath. But  Kamui continued as she bucked again the strength in her elbows giving out  making her fall flat on her back. All Hana could do was lay there wriggling in bliss, her brown hair  splayed out across the ground as her husbands assault continued. Hana reached down and grabbed Kamui's hair, to pull him off or hold him there she wasn't sure, as all she could think to do was hold on as her orgasm hit.  Hana's entire body clenched up as it washed over her, her voice quivering hard as her her pussy began to leak sweet nectar  that Kamui lapped up eagerly. Kamui loved the way she squirmed as he held her lips tightly continuing to eat her out like it was her last meal. It wasn’t until she thrashed enough to push him away by his for head did he retreat from her  glimmering sex. Kamui looked down on his wife proud of the damage he had done. She lay there legs  spread open wide almost showing off her still gaping pussy, her hair was now a compete mess with few strands laying on her  breasts that were heaving up and down. Hana's looked like she had just gotten dun running laps around the castle and her mouth opened and closed wide as she took deep breaths to steady her self. Kamui smiled as he helped her slip her arms out of her kimono and took her into his arms kissing her tenderly as he moved her onto his lap.

	“I love you Hana-chan.” he whispered into her  ear as he nuzzled her neck, content to just hold her despite the painful erection that was rubbing against his thigh. It didn't take long for  Hana to steady her breathing and return to her senses.  And after about a minute she was returning Kamui's kisses biting his lips playfully. Kamui shuddered as his wife teased her surprisingly delicate finger up the length of his shaft. Despite the bashful way she avoided Kamui's eyes they both knew what Hana had in mind. Kamui leaned back bracing himself with his hands to the ground almost a copying the position Hana had been in minutes earlier. He watched s his wife reach between her legs and spread her still quivering lips as she hovered above him. Slowly Hana lowered him self  biting her lip as his head stubbornly refused to enter until she applied enough force to pop him in. Both of them moaned  throwing there heads back as she lowered her self until her lips were firmly nestled around the base of his cock.

	“H..Hana-chan.” Kamui stammered as she she shifter her knees letting out a happy sigh as  she found the right position. Kamui felt his fingers dig into the dirt as she began to raise her self up and down her hips moving back and forth on and off him as she she bounced her self with precise control. Kamui's entire body felt hot as he stared at the point of contact her perfect lips clung to the sides of his shaft as it devoured him over and over. On the inside  Kamui's cock felt  surrounded by warm wet velvet that griped him like a fist and threatened to never let him go. Hana  looked at her husbands face and smiled  closing her eys a little as she  began to pick up the pas, letting out some small but  sharp moans. She the feeling of his rock hard cock inside her  was unlike any thing she had ever felt, and honestly scared her a little. She felt like if she  lost control let him go too deep or to hard it would break some thing in her. But at the same time that fear excited her, and caused her to focus that much harder on the movements of her own body. Kamui was more then willing to let her use him as she pleased, the sight of his wife's swaying body and  the slight jiggle to her tits were more then a fair price to pay. Still the rhythm did  pick up as Hana's hips began to move faster, and her control began to weaken. Kamui gasped as he tried hard to steady himself, his own hips were now moving to meet her as Hana cupped her own breasts her eyes firmly shut her mouth. making a perfect o in rhythm with his thrusts. Hana brought her self down a second to soon causing Kamui's cock to bury its self deeper then ether of them anticipated, the resulting shock made both of there bodies tense. Hana threw her arms around Kamuis neck signaling that the game had just changed. and nether could stop it. Kamui sat up placing one hand on the small of her back as he took over moving her up and down onto his cock, the slow precise movements were now replaced by fast bouncing as Kamui kissed his wife hungrily who returned the kiss moaning into his mouth. Ther bodies glistening with sweat as as their hips met over and over. Each time Kamui buried his head deep with in Kazahana's cunt she  squealed  signaling that she wasn't far off, and Kamui was right behind her.  Kamui hugged her closer to him moaning in her ear words of love and passion as Han arched her back screaming for the gods as her husbands seed erupted in side her. She could feel the heat in the pit of her stomach and this was more then enough to once again send her body spiraling over the edge. Kamui held on for dear life as his wife’s hips kept moving trying to milk every last drop out of him as her pussy convulsed around him over and over. They both shook hard as moonlight beamed down on them almost simulating the effects of the afterglow for them. Kamui looked into the eyes of his wife and kissed her gently between they’re mutual pants of air. Kamui blushed a little as he looked down to see the contents h deposited into her pussy beginning to drip down his now shrinking cock. Looking up he saw Hana was smiling widely at him her eyes closed again. Kamui lived for that smile, and he would protect it with all skills and trust she had imparted to him.

	As they walked back from the training ground, holding hands Kamui couldn’t help but think about some thing that had been bugging him ever since he had won the sparring match. He figured now was as good a time to ask.

	“Hey Hana-chan?” He  asked hesitantly.

	“Yes Kamui-kun?” Kazahan said in a uncharacteristic singsong voice, still basking in the after glow.

	“Did you let me win?” Silence filled the air as Hana's eyes narrowed and Kamui suddenly felt a strong killing intent. The following weeks of brutal training and unforgiving sparing would teach Kamui the most important lesson of all.

Don't Ask Stupid Questions.