God-Blooded: The Sword of Fate 04

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Legend of The Five Rings is a copyrighted intellectual property owned by Fantasy Flight Games. This fanfic is not meant as a challenge to that copyright in any way.

4. Contest, Conscience, and Consequence

"Brother, we need to speak." Tamiki said impatiently.

Nene's amber eyes searched mine. They seemed to ask, 'Can you do it Motoki? Can you be the man that we need you to be?'

I stared back for a long moment, then lowered my mouth to hers for a quick sweet peck.

I will not let you down.

"Motoki!" Tamiki called angrily.

"Stay here," I whispered as I briskly withdrew from Nene. I got up and walked naked around the firepit. My hard manhood pointed at my two sisters. I walked towards them until I was certain that they could see every detail of it. It was soaked with Nene's love juices. I let my anger empower me but kept control of my direction. Like a peasant boatman on The Drowned Merchant River, my oar directing me on the flow beneath me. I said in a terse wrathful tone, "You have two choices here: Either join us or get out! I really don't care which!"

Then I turned my back on them dismissively and returned to Nene. She was laying on her side watching, with a lusty grin on her face. Behind me I heard the door slide open as endlessly mirthful Chiumi said, "I can't wait to tell Arisa about this. She's going to hate that she missed it."

As I lay back down beside Nene, I had to ask, "How was that? Was I demanding and ruthless enough?"

"It was a good start. A very good start." She replied with an adoring smile, opening her legs to me. "You'll have to follow through, though. Now, speaking of following through on a very good start-"

But I was already on her. My tongue entered her mouth above as my much heavier tongue entered her mouth below.

***

Later on in the afternoon Nene went to the castle to visit Chiumi, while I trained. I was just opening my eyes from a deep meditation when she returned.

I stood and took her into my arms. "Did you find out what our sisters wanted this morning?"

"They were here to invite us to dinner. Tamiki wants to make peace with you."

'What did our father write in that stupid scroll?' I thought. Something in it had changed my oldest sister.

"Do you think we should go?"

"I do. But.." Nene stopped, hesitant.

"But what?" I asked staring down into her beloved cute face. Behind those amber eyes I knew her sly intelligence was working hard.

"..But I think a demonstration is needed. You're now a pureblood fully aware of your power. I think you need to show our family that you aren't afraid to use it. I'm just not certain how."

I thought back to my previous dinner with my family. My mind immediately went to my youngest half-sibling/nephew, Denbe. If there was one thing I regretted it was that my spat with his mother meant that I wasn't getting to know him at all. I thought, 'Maybe I should change that'.

"You have a plan?" Nene asked, smiling up at me as she effortlessly read the look on my face.

"I do." I answered and then leaned in for a quick kiss that quickly proceeded into a much longer one. My hands were working at the ornate tie of the obi at her waist as the kiss ended. I pushed my mouth into her delicious pale neck and whispered, "We still have a few hours until dinner."

"Yes. -gasp- Yes we do."

I spent the next two hours making it hard for Nene to walk.

***

"I definitely have to thank Arisa for the balm next time I see her. I hope she has more." Nene whispered from behind the long mask of her hair, as we approached the daimyo's quarters. In her hands she carried Meiyo. I knew that it wasn't her only weapon. She had at least a dozen tantos hidden in her baggy plain brown kimono. At the first opportunity I was going to see to it that she received a wakizashi. Bastard or not, she was a noble and deserved to carry one.

Not that Nene would be using any weapons tonight. If Tamiki pushed things I would be the one drawing steel. In this instance it would most likely be Kanshi, which I had sheathed across my back. I had mastered drawing it at a near iajutsu speed from a sitting position years ago. The trick was to pull the sheathe away hard from the bottom with my left hand, as I drew it from behind my shoulder with my right. I also had to lean forward just so. It would be extremely awkward, but I knew I could do it. Being able to had saved my life twice. At my side was Ichibei's Phoenix daisho, worn purely to annoy my older sister.

This time the long table in the daimyo's private dining room was entirely empty on the left side. On the right sat Chiumi, in a tight yellow kimono that showed off her incredible body to the fullest. With her blond hair, golden brown skin, leonine features, and otherworldly golden eyes she was like Mother Sun come to our table. She outshone everyone and everything else in the room. She sat furthest towards the head of the table, with little Denbe in a simple orange robe beside her. The left was entirely open, so I led Nene that way. Tamiki sat at the head of the table. She wore an austere long deep brown kimono that complimented her dark brown eyes.

'My position to her left will make an attack with Kanshi pretty effortless, though the other side would've been slightly better', I thought as I gave everyone a condescendingly quick bow and sat.

"Brother, there's no reason for you to come to the table fully armed." Tamiki said wearily.

"One can never be too careful, Tamiki. Even amongst family one never truly knows who might be an enemy." I said coldly, as I made a point of letting everyone at the table see Ichibei's daisho. Then I made certain that they all saw me sit it at my right, where either sword could be drawn at a moment's notice. I looked past it to Nene and caught a glimpse of smile as she made certain that everyone saw her sit Meiyo's hilt on her lap within easy reach of my sword hand.

To add further insult I made certain that Nene tested every bit of food and drink set in front of me before I would touch them. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her shaking with the effort of holding in her laughter. Across the table Chiumi was doing the same.

"Brother, I'll admit that I have wronged you, but you do not need to take it this far." Tamiki said, poking at her food, without eating much.

"I think I do, Tamiki." I said as I downed the last of my miso soup and reached my chopsticks to grab the first piece of trout sushi on my plate. I smiled at Nene's little teeth marks on the edge of it as I put it in my mouth. The table was tense and silent as we ate. I genuinely felt bad for Denbe, who kept his head low over his food. He was nervously darting glances between his mother and myself. Chiumi in her usual way was confident, relaxed, and amused. I couldn't help but sneakily ogle her fantastic cleavage. Then I thought better of it and openly ogled her fantastic cleavage. Her massive breasts were beyond distracting and I had to force myself not to openly drool as I imagined what they would feel like in my hands and my mouth. I could actually make out her darker areolas behind the yellow silk when I squinted. Despite hours of making love to Nene I found myself growing rock hard beneath the table immediately.

"You're staring, brother." Chiumi said with a giggle.

"It would be an insult not to, sister." I said firmly as I raised my eyes to meet hers.

"If I had known that I would get such a reaction, I would've worn this kimono sooner." She said.

"Oh, you're getting more of a reaction than you think." Nene said with a chuckle.

Chiumi's eyes went wide.

I looked pointedly at her cleavage, then down at my lap, then back up into her golden eyes. I said, "You should wear that kimono more often. I think that you'll find that you get a big reaction. A very big reaction."

Nene couldn't help but laughingly add, "A very very big reaction."

"I think it's time for you to go to bed, Denbe." Tamiki dourly said over our fun.

I did have something of a plan here. As much as I wanted to spend more time hitting on my younger sister, first I had to deal with my older sister. I locked eyes with Denbe who had just started to rise. I commanded, "Stay right where you're at, boy."

"Motoki-" Tamiki started, a rising tension in her voice.

"Unlike the other night, you're going to listen to me now, Tamiki." I cut her off with a raised voice but I never took my eyes off her son. I hated this part and really didn't want to do it. But I knew that if I couldn't make it work there would be no hope for me here. So I dove on ahead. "You're going to listen because you know that my mother will give me anything I want to keep me. Even your ruination. Even his ruination."

I snapped around to face my oldest sister and let my rage show completely. I growled, "Understand?"

She nodded, backing away a few inches.

"Good." I smiled maniacally at her. "I took the courtesy of having my servant here write up a simple agreement which you will now sign right below my signature."

Nene placed the scroll before me and I passed it over to Tamiki. She also placed a sake cup before me. I waited for the servants to serve everyone else. Tamiki waved hers away. Chiumi took hers and I saw Nene ready. I raised my cup above the table, where all three of us raised our cups together with a, "Kanpai!"

My eyes were back on Denbe. I would fight whatever and whomever I must to see him become the heroic Lion general that my vision had shown me. Even his own mother.

"Motoki, you can't be serious." Tamiki groaned as she read the scroll.

"Sign it or find out just how serious I can be." I said angrily but my eyes never left her son.

"Sister, what does it say?" A curious Chiumi asked in her own weary tone.

I turned back to Tamiki, ready to browbeat her.

She stared at me for a few heartbeats. Then with a resigned sigh, Tamiki murmured, "So be it."

She took an ink dipped brush from a waiting servant and quickly added her name beneath mine.

I did my best to hide my sudden rush of relief as I turned to Denbe. "You should go to bed now, nephew. You're going to need your rest. You'll be showing me what you're made of in the dojo tomorrow. I'll expect you around noon."

"Mother, what just happened?" he asked without a hint of apprehension.

'There is strength in him. He will do.' I thought. Then I answered for Tamiki. "You just became the first student of The Lion Upon The Wall Dojo, Denbe."

"Bedtime Denbe. I'll walk you there." Tamiki said as she rose. I noted that as they went Denbe kept looking back at me.

"What game are you playing here Motoki?" Chiumi asked. For once she actually sounded serious.

I smiled at her as I refilled my cup and said, "If I tell you my secret, you have to tell me one of yours."

She leaned over the table as she pushed her cup towards the decanter. It gave me an amazing view of her breasts. I could actually see the top of a cinnamon areola peeking out on her left breast just above the top line of her kimono. "I don't know if Nene has told you this yet, but you have no power over me as a pureblood. I'm already a bonded servant of Shiori."

A bonded servant? Like Nene was to me. That meant that Chiumi and my mother had.. My erection which had barely begun to deflate went achingly rigid again. That was definitely an image that would stick with me for a while. "You and my mother are lovers?"

"Hai. You do know that everyone with strong Kitsu blood are lovers of both men and women, right?" Chiumi asked. She was playing her own game here.

"It's my fault. I haven't finished telling him everything yet." Nene said from beside me. Then she added in a sly tone, "We've kind of been busy."

Our work with Tamiki being done, I no longer felt the need for the flagrant display of force. I picked up my daisho and motioned Nene over then set it on her other side. When she moved up to sit beside me, I pulled her bodily against me.

"I think I like you two together. It's so nice to hear her actually talk." Chiumi observed.

"He's not just mine, sister." Nene said in a serious tone. Then she shocked me by pulling her hair back so that she could lock both eyes with Chiumi. "I did the hard part bringing him in so that we could all fill our bellies with babies together."

Chiumi looked back and forth from Nene to me for a few long moments and nodded. Then she finished her sake, got up, and walked away. I turned to my right into the loving gaze of my little shadow. The black curtain of her hair was still pulled so I took the opportunity for a long sweet kiss.

"Motoki." Chiumi's voice from the doorway pulled me out of my lip lock with Nene. "I won't give my body and my future to an unworthy man. No matter what Tamiki thought, our father was never worthy. I'll commit seppuku before I let myself be forced by anyone. Do you understand?"

I nodded and said, "It's not enough to be a legendary swordsman. You have to see it with your own eyes."

"Exactly." She said and then she was gone.

I turned back to Nene, who gave me a quick kiss and then whispered low, "She's no longer treating your presence like a joke. That's a good sign. We'll have her in bed with you in no time."

I opened my mouth to say more but just then Tamiki walked back in.

She stopped a few feet away from us and bowed low. There was an exhausted resignation to her tone as she asked, "Motoki may I please speak to you alone for a little while?"

I was taken aback by the bow and the tone. The plan had been to get Tamiki to sign the apprenticeship contract by any means necessary. She had certainly deserved the pushback for the way she had treated me. But the plan had never been to break her completely.

I stood and extended my hand to Nene, helping her to her feet. Then I gave her a quick kiss and said, "Nene, will you take my weapons back to our home?"

"Certainly, Master."

***

Tamiki led the way into the daimyo's private quarters. I was soon horrified to discover that Tamiki led me to the master bedroom. The furniture had all been changed and a new mural of coy fish in a pond had replaced the old one depicting some ancient bloody battle. But this was still the same room. The same place of horror where Father had forced me to watch him take Gemmei all those years ago.

The only saving grace here was that there were no lamps lit. The only illumination came from Lord Moon shining in through the windows and the sliding doors that led out to the balcony. Much of the room was dark. I could almost pretend like it wasn't the same place.

"Here." Tamiki said, offering me a cup of shochu. It was the drink of real drinkers, having at least three times the alcohol of sake.

"Kanpai," I said, raising my cup.

"Kanpai," she touched her cup to mine. We both chugged our drinks in a somehow matching desperation. She seemed to notice this too and said, "Hmm. Maybe we should each just take a bottle?"

"That is a great idea." I said, focusing entirely on her to the exclusion of all else.

She handed me one from the cupboard and I immediately went to work on it. The light sweet taste hid the alcohol until it hit my stomach, where I could feel the slight burn.

"What did you need to talk to me about Tamiki?"

"I have something of a trade to offer you." She said as she stepped forward into the pale moonlight. She took a long pull from her bottle and said in an even tone, "You will not poison my son against me and in return I offer bonded servitude."

My mind tripped over the oncoming shochu as the meaning of this slowly sank in. Even as it all fully hit me, I looked up to see Tamiki holding a long length of untied obi. As I watched the rest of her sash came loose and fell away. Her brown kimono fell open and she let it drift off her shoulders until it fell to the floor. She stood three feet before me, entirely naked.

Her face was dominated by her piercing dark eyes and thick pink lips. Below that was a still lithe body softened by time and childbirth. Her breasts were full if at the beginnings of a slight sag. Her pink nipples had begun to harden and stood out from her coin-sized areolas. Her lower chest had the beginnings of a tiny gut that actually gave her navel a little bit more definition. Below her waist my eyes roamed downwards to her small dark brown nest and the partially revealed pink lips of her womanhood. If her legs had a little bit of added thickness, they were beautiful in the way of the rest of her. It was a mature matronly sexiness. The kind that begged for breeding.

I turned away, taking a long pull from my shochu. All the teasing with Chiumi was working against my usually ironclad self-control. Somehow, hours of lovemaking with Nene earlier actually made it even worse. My body was now accustomed to being constantly aroused or in sexual usage.

"Please put the kimono back on." I murmured through clenched teeth.

"Am I not even worth a second look to you? You seem ready to hump everyone else at a moment's notice." She said in an angry hurt tone.

'Oh gods, she's going full Tamiki on me! How to quench this fire?' I thought. For lack of any better idea, I decided to try the truth. "I'm not going to poison your son against you. I'm going to use him to get revenge on Father. Now please put your kimono back on!"

My eyes had nowhere to safely go, so they went to the shochu bottle in my hand. There was a long silence in the room. Apparently, my true motive wasn't what my sister expected.

"Motoki look at me."

I turned, locking eyes with her. She was still naked, and it still took everything I had not to rip off my own robes and have her. She reached down and took my empty hand in hers. "What is your revenge on Father?"

There was some tiny shard of the old Tamiki in her voice. And if not for everything else we could've been children playing together in the pine grove or the dojo, again. I missed that Tamiki so much. That was the Tamiki I loved. The Tamiki I had come home for. Not the hateful lunatic that our father and this insane incestuous god-blooded cult had twisted her into in my absence.

I took a deep breath and just said it: "To make Denbe nothing like Father. The opposite even. To make him into the virtuous hero that I see him becoming. That is my revenge."

"You had one of your visions didn't you?" She quietly asked.

"How do you know about those?"

"I heard you and Nene whispering about it in the dojo one day."

"Will you please let go of my hand and put your damned kimono back on!"

"Why?" She softly asked as she lifted my hand up to her left breast. I had no control over my spread fingers as they felt the softness of her and the tight hard nipple poking into them. Against my will I squeezed her breast. Her voice was eerily calm and reasonable. "Don't you think that this would make a better form of revenge? Take me, the mother of his youngest children, in his bed. Put your child inside of me in Father's bed."

I put the shochu bottle to my lips, tipped it back, and drank it dry. Then I dropped it and my control was gone.

I pulled Tamiki hard into me. My lips crashed into hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. My hands went down to her buttocks kneading and squeezing as I ground my hardness into her. Over her shoulder I saw the top of a low cabinet and lifted her to sit on it. It felt like it took forever to wrestle my obi, then kimono, off. Finally free of clothes, I started to reach between her legs only to find them spreading wide.

"Yes, take me Motoki! Steal me from him and make me yours!"

As I pushed into her, I felt Tamiki locking her legs around my back. Then she was off the cabinet and climbing me. Inside she was snug around me and very wet. I held her like this for all of a minute before I heard Tamiki urgently say, "The bed, take me to the bed!"