The Sword of Futsunushi sang on my belt, its sound pulsing through the air as Isamu took my cock into his mouth. His eyes were still lowered in submission, fixed on my flesh. His lips wrapped around my cock as he began to move up and down my shaft with practiced motions, his face blushing heavily.
His hands cupped my balls, pulling me deeper into his mouth, his tongue slowly swirling to increase the sensation. His cheeks hollowed, and his head bobbed rhythmically as his wife didn't dare to look up.
"Takara-sama," I called her name. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, master," she uttered, still looking straight down. Even though she avoided my gaze, I could sense a growing tension in her.
"Your eyes don't seem to agree with you," I said, lifting her chin with my finger gently but firmly. She finally raised her gaze, a mix of fear and desire in her eyes.
"It's your turn, Takara-sama," I told her, turning my hips slightly so that my cock was lined up against her lips.
I held her chin so that our eyes would be locked, and watched with satisfaction her embarrassment deepen as her lips sealed around my cock.
At first, I let her move by herself, tentatively and sloppily, her tongue static underneath my shaft, as if she was unsure of what I expected from her. After a few seconds, I held her chin with my hand and started pumping my cock deeper, eliciting a slight moan and a much more satisfactory tongue action, as she got the message and began to hum and lick the underside of the shaft and the head, her little fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. As I suspected, she knew how to give solid oral sex, her eagerness growing with each passing moment.
"That's better," I complimented her, pulling my cock out and pushing it into Isamu's mouth again, enjoying the sensation of his warm lips enveloping me. I switched between their mouths a few times, until their lips were covered with the equal amount of slop, their faces flushed, but full of desire to please.
"Get down on your fours now," I commanded, and they turned around, obediently assuming the position, their hands and knees sinking into the soft mat.
I lifted Takara's kimono, exposing her delicate behind, and circled her pussy with my fingers. The minx was already slightly wet, traces of her arousal moistening my fingertips. I pulled her butt cheeks apart and slammed my cock into her pussy. She gasped in a soft, whiny voice.
"Did you pledge your allegiance there?" I asked, my words punctuated by the forceful thrusts into her tender body.
"Ah… yes…" she whispered. "I pledge my loyalty, master. I'm your loyal vassal, and my life and body are at your disposal."
I slammed my cock even deeper, feeling her pussy twitch and convulse around my shaft. "I accept your pledge," I said, pulling my cock out of her pussy and lifting Isamu's kimono.
He slid a moistened finger into his anal opening, preparing himself for me. I dropped some saliva on my cock and pushed the tip into his ass. Isamu's muscles were tight, but under my pressure, they gradually yielded, and I was able to fit all of my length in. His eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting as I filled him completely.
I began to move, my hips rocking gently at first, then getting faster and harder. Isamu's mouth opened wider and I felt his muscles relax, his body surrendering to mine completely.
"I pledge my loyalty, master," he murmured, breathing unevenly. "I'm your loyal vassal, and my life and body are at your disposal."
As I kept thrusting into him, I could feel the tension building in Isamu. His eyes gradually opened, and he turned his head to me for a moment. I saw a spark of pleasure in them, and I knew he was getting close.
"Takara-sama," I said, "help your husband."
She jolted out of her trance and quickly reached down, wrapping her hand around Isamu's cock, and began to stroke him rhythmically and firmly in time with my thrusts. She didn't look revolted, on the contrary, she seemed to work toward her husband's orgasm with curiosity and lively anticipation.
Isamu's breathing grew louder, and his body stiffened, as my cock hit deeper and deeper. With one final thrust, I sent him tumbling over, his cry of pleasure echoing through the room as he came, his body shuddering beneath mine. Takara kept jerking his cock faster as a misty white cum coated the bedding, Isamu's back arching and sinking in turns.
As I slowly pulled out, Isamu fell onto his stomach, breathing heavily.
I wiped my cock and slid it back into Takara's engorged pussy. This time she moaned readily as I thrust into her soaking depths, my cock hitting her womb, pressing against her trigger spots.
She hungrily bucked into me, clearly enjoying the way I penetrated her, and trembled, her pussy desperately clasping my shaft.
"Get ready to accept your reward!" I groaned, squeezing her hips.
As I shot my essence into Takara's belly, her body shuddered and she let out a soft cry, her fingers digging into the futon. Her face contorted in pleasure, and she whispered loudly, "Oh, master," before her knees gave out, and she sunk feebly next to her husband, my cock popping loudly, like a cork, out of her dripping pussy.
I watched the young couple with satisfaction, my fingers caressing the hilt of the magical sword.
There was no more doubt in my mind in the powers of the sword of Futsunushi, as it rustled on my belt.
"Ishida-sama, Ishida-sama," I said, towering over them, "I accept you as my loyal subjects, to serve and obey me as I deem necessary. I will protect you and reward you with pleasure, pain, or possessions, as you merit."
I smiled, then walked over and knelt before the table with the remainder of our dinner and motioned to Isamu and Takara.
"Come, join me, my honorable vassals," I said, adjusting my kimono. "Replenish yourself before the return journey."