Samurai

In feudal Japan, Lord Elias was a daimyo’s son — educated, refined, and completely out of his depth when it came to matters of the sword.

His father had assigned him a new bodyguard after an assassination attempt.

His name was Marcus.

He was a ronin — a masterless samurai — tall, broad, scarred, and terrifyingly skilled. He spoke little, but when he did, his voice was low and commanding. He followed Elias everywhere, silent and watchful.

Elias had been terrified of him at first.

Then the dreams started.

Dreams of Marcus’s hands on him. Marcus’s mouth. Marcus’s cock stretching him open while he whispered filthy things in his ear.

One night, after a long day of meetings, Elias returned to his chambers to find Marcus waiting.

“My lord,” Marcus said, bowing slightly. “You should rest.”

Elias swallowed.

“Marcus… I—”

He didn’t get to finish.

Marcus crossed the room in two strides and kissed him. It was rough, possessive, and completely overwhelming. Elias made a shocked sound that quickly turned into a moan as Marcus backed him against the wall.

Marcus didn’t waste time.

He spun Elias around and bent him over the low table. He yanked Elias’s robes aside and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the edge of the table as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping his hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me mad,” Marcus growled. “Walking around in your fine robes, looking at me like you want me to bend you over and claim you.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the quiet room. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the tatami mat. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“You’re mine now,” Marcus said. “Not just as my lord. As my lover. Understand?”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He nodded.

Marcus kissed him then — slow and claiming.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

He helped Elias fix his robes, then kissed him one more time.

“Same time tomorrow,” Marcus said. “And don’t be late.”

Elias left the room on shaky legs, cum still dripping down his thighs.

He should have been terrified of what this meant for his position.

Instead, he smiled the entire way back to his chambers.

Because for the first time in his life, he felt protected.

And that protection came in the form of one very dangerous samurai.