Bound by Blood (Official) (Patreon)

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the manga/anime Jujutsu Kaisen. But, for the most part, you won’t need any knowledge from that series to understand this story. It will read as its own original story. 

The Gojo estate sat on the outskirts of Kyoto. It was a quieter afternoon than usual. Traditional wooden halls and temples stood behind high walls and carefully trimmed gardens. Inside, elders from both the Gojo and Kurogane clans sat across from each other at a long, low table in a meeting room of the main building in the center of the compound. The air was imbued with a mix of incense and the faint smell of fresh green tea. 

They had already spent nearly an hour discussing pressing matters. Border agreements between their spheres of influence. Shared training schools for younger sorcerers. The trading or loaning of valuable cursed weapons and tools. And not to mention the rising number of more dangerous cursed spirits emerging in Japan. The conversation moved politely but carefully as the rivalry between the two great clans still simmered beneath the surface. 

Finally, the head of the Kurogane delegation leaned forward, folding his hands onto the table. “Enough of the small details. We did not come here only to haggle over who has jurisdiction over the lines we draw on our maps. The curses grow more frequent each month, and special grades are becoming a more common occurrence. Our clans have bled each other for decades over old grudges. It is time we unite the two most powerful clans in Japan at last. Properly.”

The Gojo elders exchanged glances. One of them, a middle-aged woman, shook her head and scoffed. “We tried that three decades ago. It didn’t go so well… A few of our people were cut down along with some of yours, if I recall correctly.”

The head elder, an older man with sharp eyes, raised his hand to silence her. “Unite?” he asked, his voice calm, but curious. “That is something not to be taken lightly… If what you speak is true… What exactly do you have in mind?”

The Kurogane side was silent for a moment. Then one of their senior members spoke, his voice steady but carrying a slightly cautious tone. “A marriage, of course. A formal alliance sealed by blood. Something that cannot be undone.”

A short pause followed. One of the Gojo elders chuckled quietly behind his hand. “Oh? A marriage. Bold. And who exactly would you offer from your side? From what I can remember, there aren’t exactly any notable prospects in your clan worth our time.”

The Kurogane delegation didn’t hesitate. “Garo Kurogane.”

A few of the Gojo elders shifted in their seats and stared blankly for a moment. The older woman on the Gojo side scoffed again as she sipped her tea. “Heh! Garo? That old dog? The man is forty-nine. That’s your best offer to us? Is this some sort of joke?”

The Kurogane head kept a cool head despite her insults. “You jest about Garo’s age, but if you recall, he’s still one of the most formidable sorcerers still alive, no?” That caused the woman to pause. 

The head elder of the Gojo clan arched his brow, intrigued to see where they were going with this. “Hai hai, you are correct. Garo is quite the sorcerer. I’ve known him since he was a young man. But who do you want to wed from us?”

The Kurogane head smiled thinly. He took a sip of tea to clear his throat for the request he was about to make. “In return… We want to pair him with Satori.”

The room went eerily silent for a moment as the words hung in the air. Then several of the Gojo elders burst into a bemused chuckle. The head elder leaned back, folding his arms as an amused smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Satori? Our prized possession? The current holder of the Six Eyes? A bit audacious of you to really think we would hand over the strongest sorcerer of this generation just like that?”

One of the Kurogane elders leaned forward, his expression was serious as if he’d expected this reaction. “We understand your hesitation… But consider what Garo brings. He has proven to be a more than capable sorcerer, yes?” Everyone on the Gojo side took a moment to think about it before slowly nodding in agreement. “We’d also like to mention that he has already sired notable children throughout the years. Every one of them has grown into capable cursed users. Strong. Disciplined. You are aware of them: Takeda, Himari, Yamato… All powerful individuals.”

The Gojo elders cautiously contemplated their reasoning. Some murmured to each other while the head elder became even more intrigued. 

The Kurogane elder continued. “Garo’s Harmonic Bind technique has shown its worth throughout the years with its ability to manipulate bodily control of anything with a cursed signature. That, paired with Satori’s Six Eyes in the next generation, the heirs would be something neither clan has ever produced before. A near-perfect cursed user.”

He let the words settle as the opposing elders seriously considered what he mentioned. “That bad blood between us has weakened both families long enough. With the rising threat of special-grade curses, this match ends it. Garo is experienced enough to handle Satori’s… lively nature.” He chose his words carefully. “And she is at her peak. Young. Fertile. Ready to carry the future of both clans.”

The Gojo side grew quieter. The amused chuckles had faded. A few elders exchanged thoughtful looks while the head elder carefully stroked his bearded chin. 

-

Somewhere in an alley behind an old shopping district in Kyoto was taped off, thick, faintly glowing blue blood was splattered across the brick walls and pooled in the cracked pavement. It belonged to a cursed spirit, now reduced to a lifeless corpse, slowly fading into wisps of cursed energy that drifted slowly into the early evening air like smoke. 

Satori stood in the middle of the mess with one hand on her hip while the other hand adjusted her round black glasses. Her long white hair hung loose down her back in her usual black collared jacket. The jacket hugged her lean frame, showing the subtle curve of her waist, while her pleated skirt swayed against the breeze over her elegant legs. Her pale skin remained unblemished by any sweat or blood from the recent battle, and behind the nearly pitch-black tinted glasses she even wore at night hid her striking blue eyes; the mark of the legendary Six Eyes that let her see and channel cursed energy with overwhelming detail. 

She kicked at a chunk of flesh from the cursed spirit, watching it slowly dissolve as she lazily scanned her surroundings. 

A Jujustu higher-up in a crisp suit approached with a clipboard in hand. He had a thoroughly irritated look on his face as per usual whenever he dealt with her. “Tsk… Gojo Satori, you were instructed to handle this spirit quietly, not turn half the shopping center into a battlefield. There were civilians still two blocks away. Things could have easily gotten out of hand.”

Satori waved him off with a lazy flick of her hand, not even bothering to meet his stern gaze. “Hai hai, sensei… It’s dead, isn’t it? And no one got hurt. So, what’s the big deal?”

The man's face tightened, his left eye twitching from the frustration boiling within. “This is the third incident this month where you’ve caused excessive damage. The higher-ups are watching your behavior very closely now.”

She sighed, bored as she pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “To be fair, those last two times and today, the buildings were abandoned.”

“And what about the high school?” the man noted as he crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing at Satori with a tense glare. 

Satori froze, then replied with a careless little chuckle. “Right… I think I did them a favor with that one. That section of the school needed to come down anyway. It was all old and creepy. That’s probably why a cursed spirit manifested there.” She hummed to herself while smirking and then nodded, as if concluding that her reasoning made perfect sense. 

The higher-up just stared at her with a dry, fed-up expression. “Satori, you really need to start taking things more seriously. You are the most powerful sorcerer of this generation,” he murmured. He then proceeded to give her an earful about “with great power comes great responsibility.” She groaned and rolled her eyes, but he kept droning on and on; she’s been lectured about this more times than she could count. 

Satori sighed and finally looked at him. “Okay, okay! I get it. I’ll try to be more careful next time. Happy?” 

Before he could reply, a tired-looking woman in her thirties stepped forward. Her name was Aiko; she was Satori’s handler. “Satori. Enough. The Gojo estate just called. You are to return immediately. The elders want to see you.”

Satori groaned, tilting her head back dramatically. “Huh? Of course they do. What is this this time? A lecture about proper conduct? I’ve been behaving.” The higher-up shot her a look. “For the most part,” she added with an innocent smile. 

She shoved her hands into her pockets and started walking to the street toward a discreet black car with dark-tinted windows. Her white hair swayed behind her as she moved. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. I’m starving anyway.”

Aiko quickly followed a step behind her, keeping her voice low. “They sounded serious. Something about an important meeting. You might want to take it seriously for once.”

Satori didn’t answer. She just kept walking with her hands behind her head, though she hid a flicker of irritation in her blue eyes as the sun began to set. Whatever the elders wanted probably wasn’t anything she should fuss over.

-

Satori stood frozen in the middle of the council room with a fresh button-up shirt and simple skirt, her long hair put into a loose bun. 

She repeated the words slowly, her voice flat as if saying them again might make them less real. 

“I’m… to be married…”

The head Gojo elder nodded once. “Yes.”

Satori swallowed hard as she clenched her hands into tight balls, then asked the only question that mattered. 

“To whom exactly?"

The Gojo elders exchanged brief glances in fear of her imminent outburst. The head elder cleared his throat and spoke, his voice calm and final.

“Garo Kurogane.”

Satori gasped. The sound was sharp and involuntary as she gripped her skirt. “G-Garo?” she uttered, her voice cracking with shock. “That old man? The stocky one with the mustache? That Garo?”

No one answered right away. The silence only confirmed everything. 

She anxiously tapped her heel to the wood floor and crossed her arms under her chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you serious? You want me to marry that old man? Unbelievable!”

The head elder leaned forward slightly. He remained composed despite the rising tension in the air. “It is not a joke, Satori. The decision has been made. This marriage will unite our two great clans and strengthen the bloodline.”

Satori let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Strengthen the bloodline? By handing me over to him like some broodmare? I am the holder of the Six Eyes. I’m supposed to be the next head of the clan, and this is how you treat me? Like I’m some piece of property to be traded away?”

She shook her head and pointed accusingly at the elders; her eyes glowed dangerously. “And I have no say in this at all?”

Another leaned forward and spoke. “I can assure you, you aren’t simply being handed over to the Kurogane clan. You still have your place here. But you are still young, Satori. Nineteen. You don’t fully understand the tricky politics we must tread. We need to make alliances to strengthen our position. Do we need to remind you that your duty comes before personal feelings?”

Satori’s gaze immediately locked onto the elder in a death stare. “Say that again, gramps,” she said flatly, her voice edged with warning. The elder paused, feeling the pressure. 

The head elder intervened before anything could get out of hand. “He meant no harm, Satori. We just want to remind you that this is just the way things are. We have our parts to play for the betterment of the clan.”

Satori pursed her lips, still in disbelief, as she clicked her tongue. “Part to play? So, my part to play is spreading my legs for some Kurogane geezer and pumping out stronger sorcerers for you? That’s what my duty is?”

The head elder sighed and leaned back in his seat. “There’s nothing more to discuss. This is final,” he said, his tone flat and serious.  

Satori’s eyes widened in disbelief. “And what if I refuse?”

The elder held his stern gaze. “Then you would be throwing away everything we have given you. All the privileges, the allowances, the freedom you enjoy. Not to mention how you never face serious consequences for your behavior because of who you are. That protection has limits, Satori. The clan has supported your recklessness for years. Do not test how far that support goes.”

Satori stared at him, her jaw clenching and fists balling. She let out a sharp, bemused laugh that came out shaky. “So that’s it?” she said, her voice rising. “I get to run around exorcising the most dangerous curses in the country, spend the clan’s money, live however I want… and the second you decide I’m useful for something else, you take it all away? Just like that?”

A few of the elders shifted uncomfortably in their seats. They were well aware of just how easily she could have killed everyone in this room if she wanted. Luckily, she wasn’t that insane. 

The head elder simply folded his hands on the table. “You are still young,” he continued calmly, as if that would explain everything. “You think the world revolves around your power and whims. But the clan has responsibilities. And you are a part of it. I know, this may seem… a lot for you. But it is something you have to do. The matter is settled.”

Satori rubbed her temples and shook her head. “Settled? You keep saying that like it’s already done. Ugh, I can’t believe you’re treating me like… like breeding stock!”

She took a step forward, causing some of the elders to flinch in their seats. “You could have at least given me the dignity of telling me before you decided. I’m the strongest sorcerer of this generation. And this is how you repay me for that?”

The room remained quiet. None of the elders rose to argue or comfort her. Satori stood there, her chest heaving with frustration and anger. She turned sharply on her heel, her white hair whipping behind her. 

“Fine,” she muttered as she paced toward the door. “Don’t expect me to smile and make things easy.”

She slammed the sliding door shut behind her, the sound echoing through the hall. 

-

After weeks of fruitless bickering and arguing with the elders about her forced arrangement, Satori knelt stiffly at the low wooden table in one of the older minka-style rooms of the Gojo estate. The courtyard house had sliding paper doors that opened onto a quiet garden. But this evening, the air was tense. Soft lantern lights flicked across the tatami mats. Her usual casual clothes were gone, replaced by a simple dark kimono that the elders insisted she wear for the occasion. She kept her hair loose, falling down her back in elegant waves.

Satori let out an annoyed breath as she raised her arms to observe herself. “This thing is ridiculous,” she muttered. 

One of the elders, an older woman named Kiyomi, sat beside her. “It’s proper attire for such an important meeting, Satori,” she whispered, pushing Satori’s arms back to her lap and adjusting the fold on her kimono. “Try to show respect tonight. The Kurogane delegation and your future spouse will be here any moment.”

Satori rolled her eyes. “Respect? I’m being sold off to some man I’ve never met before. Not to mention he’s old enough to be my dad.”

Kiyomi clicked her tongue, but before she could reply, the sliding door opened softly. 

Three stern Kurogane elders in dark traditional robes entered first. Then, Garo Kurogane stepped in behind them.

Satori lifted her gaze and finally got a proper look at the man they wanted her to marry. 

He was stocky and powerfully built, broad across the shoulders with dense muscles earned from decades of exorcising curses. Years of rich meals and fine sake had added a comfortable, indulgent softness around his middle, rounding his belly and thickening his waist. But despite that, it made him feel heavier and more solid. His hair was neatly slicked back, almost entirely silver now, with faint streaks of black remaining. A well-groomed, prominent mustache sat above his mouth. His eyes were sharp under heavy eyebrows, calm on the surface but lingering. 

Garo strode over also in a traditional dark robe and lowered himself onto the cushion across from her. His deep voice rumbled softly as he finally settled. “Hm, Gojo Satori. A pleasure to finally meet you.”

Satori didn’t bow. She simply stared at him and took in his heavy presence. Her Six Eyes took in the steady, controlled flow of cursed energy emanating from him. Her eyes widened slightly, surprised at how powerful he felt. 

Blinking, she tilted her head and spoke. “Mm, so you’re the lucky winner they picked for me. Garo Kurogane. An old man shopping for teenage brides. How charming.”

“You’re a young woman, Satori. Show some respect!” Kiyomi hissed at Satori under her breath as she landed a stiff nudge to her arm. 

“Hah, no offense taken,” Garo replied with a bellowing chuckle. “I can take a joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” she murmured flatly. Kiyomi nudged her again, harder this time. 

His sharp eyes moved over her slowly, racing the line of her neck and the way the dark kimono sat against her curves and slender frame. A small, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Satori noticed his gaze linger for a moment too long and blushed slightly.

“You are even more striking than they say,” he said smoothly, his tone measured and cordial. “I’m honored to be taking your hand.”

Satori’s fingers tightened around her kimono under the table. She forced a mocking smile, though her blue eyes burned with irritation. “Honor, huh? Of course I am. You should feel honored.”

Kiyomi shot her another warning side eye.

Garo chuckled again. He leaned forward just slightly with a polite posture. “I prefer to think of this as the beginning of a beneficial union,” he replied calmly. “One that benefits our clans. As well as both of us.”

Satori arched a brow at his words. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Garo offered no more elaboration and just smiled. 

The head Gojo elder then entered the room. He slowly strode over to the table and knelt on the cushion next to Satori. The older man then cleared his throat to ease whatever tension lingered in the room.

The discussion dragged on for another hour. The elders mostly talked about the ceremony. It was settled that the wedding would be held at a private shrine on neutral ground between the two clan territories. It would be small but very formal, with only high-ranking members from both families present. 

Satori sat through it all in silence, her attention averted to her lap. She could feel Garo’s watchful gaze. Every time she snuck a glance at him, she’d quickly look away. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel uneasy. She wasn’t just some random girl. She was Gojo Satori, the strongest living sorcerer in Japan. Any man would feel outmatched by her. But not Garo. His eyes had a confident glint to them, as if he were eager to tame her or something. 

Normally, Satori wouldn’t be so shaken. But her heart began to pound in her chest the longer he stared. She tried to ignore everything around her. Her jaw was tight, and she let out an occasional scoff when they mentioned “duty” or “the future of the clans.” She offered no input. What was the point?

As the discussions continued, she found herself looking at him more. Garo was so much older than her. She didn’t even know what to expect from him. She assumed he’d be the conservative type, given his age. Her stomach sank thinking about it. That meant no more late-night outings. No more doing whatever she pleased. And now there was the expectation of pleasing her future husband and producing heirs. Satori’s head spun. 

This was a nightmare.

-

In the time leading up to the wedding, the Gojo elders insisted on preparation. Satori spent several humiliating afternoons in a private room with two older female attendants and Kiyomi, learning the basics of how to be a proper wife since she wasn’t exactly traditional. 

They taught her how to serve tea gracefully, how to speak softly and deferentially in public, how to kneel correctly beside her husband, and even the expected etiquette for her fateful wedding night. Every lesson felt like an attack on her very independence as a young woman. 

Satori sat through it all with her arms crossed and a permanent scowl on her face. She debated on several occasions whether it was worth it to just run away and live the life of a renegade sorcerer. Although that idea was quickly shut down because of the idea of living on edge, being hunted to the ends of the earth by her own clan was a bit much for her liking.

“This is ridiculous,” she complained for the tenth time, sitting on a low stool, legs crossed, slapping away an attendant’s hands as they tried to adjust her slouched posture. “I’m to be the head of the clan, and you’re teaching me how to pour tea and bow my head like an obedient doll? I can exorcise special-grade curses, but suddenly I need a lesson on how to be a good wife.”

Kiyomi sighed patiently. She heard this rant about twenty times now. “Satori… It is a tradition. You will be representing the Gojo clan as Garo’s wife. A certain level of decorum is expected.”

“Decorum?” Satori scoffed, throwing her hands up. “I’m nineteen. I shouldn’t even be thinking about any of this. At least give me the courtesy of living my life before I get shoved into this. Or at least let me choose someone! This whole thing is insane. All of it. I can’t believe I’m being forced to marry some old man I barely know.”

The attendants shared nervous glances but continued their instructions. Satori groaned and slumped forward. 

“I know this isn’t… ideal,” Kiyomi said gently as she brushed Satori’s elegant white hair. “But believe it or not, all this is meant to make things easier. If you show respect for your husband…”

“Don’t call him that,” Satori hissed, cutting her off. 

“Future husband,” Kiyomi corrected softly. “He will show respect back. A relationship built on that can prove to be very fruitful, Satori.”

“Tsk… It still doesn’t make things better,” Satori murmured. 

Kiyomi gave a slight nod. “I understand… But please, at least try to make an effort. It will only make things easier. I was in a very similar position when I was your age. I hated the idea of marrying a man I didn’t even know. But I was given the same advice I’m giving you now… Of course, it was a little shaky at the beginning. But in time, that mutual respect turned into something more. And we’ve been happily together for over twenty years now with three beautiful children.”

Satori glanced at her from the corner of her eye, though this time her eyes lacked that sharp disdain she had been displaying through them all day. The way Kiyomi put it made her whole predicament sound a bit better. However, she was still overwhelmed by everything.

“Hm, but was your future husband an old man like mine?” she asked, her voice flat. 

Kiyomi hid a small chuckle. “Well, not really. He was only a few years older… But these are different circumstances, Satori. You’re not exactly a normal girl.”

“Psh, you got that right,” Satori grumbled. 

“I figure this might be better, actually,” Kiyomi continued. That earned a bewildered look from Satori. 

“Huh? How exactly is that better?”

“Let’s just say, older men are… experienced,” Kiyomi elaborated. “They tend to already know what they want. They aren’t childish or naive. So yes, maybe a bit better.”

Satori pursed her lips and leered at her suspiciously. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

Kiyomi shook her head. “Of course not… Well, maybe a little since you’re being so stubborn.”

Satori dramatically tilted her head up to the ceiling and groaned. “Ugh… You’re the worst.”

“Now now,” Kiyomi hummed, clapping her hands twice. “Time to practice how to address your future husband.”

“Again?” Satori complained.

“Yes, again.”

-

Three weeks later, the wedding took place in the late morning in a temple atop the mountains.

Rows of stone lanterns lit the small ceremony, giving off a warm glow that illuminated the ancient wooden beams and carefully raked gravel. Only the high-ranking family members and a handful of trusted attendants were present from both clans. 

Satori knelt beside Garo at the altar, dressed in a pristine white shiromuku kimono that flowed around her like snow. Her long white hair was pinned up in an elaborate traditional style, a few loose strands framing her face. Her striking blue eyes remained locked on her lap, occasionally nervously glancing at her surroundings.

She still knew nothing about the man kneeling next to her. After their single brief meeting, there had been no further conversations, no shared meals, no time spent together at all. The elders had kept them apart, treating the entire engagement like a business transaction. Now here she was, on the verge of being married to a man twice her age. 

The priest droned on, reciting words of union and harmony. Satori barely heard any of it. Her mind kept looping back to the same thought: “I’m actually getting married. To him. And I don’t even know him.”

When it was time for vows, Garo spoke first. His deep, rumbling voice remained calm and measured as he faced her. 

“I, Kurogane Garo, take you, Gojo Satori, as my wife. I vow to honor this union and the alliance between our two great clans.”

His dark eyes lingered on her face with a polite gesture, though she could feel something more beneath his gaze. 

Then it was her turn. 

Satori’s hands trembled slightly in her lap as she forced the words out. Her voice came out soft and almost mechanical. 

“I… Gojo Satori… take you, Kurogane Garo, as my husband. I vow… to honor you and the alliance between our clans…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say any more. She simply bowed her head slightly.

The priest continued with the san-san-kudo ritual. Three times three sips of sake from the nested cups, sealing the marriage. Satori drank slowly, barely tasting the liquid. Every sip felt heavier than the last as she got closer to what was to come. 

When the ceremony drew to its close, the priest nodded toward them. 

“You may now seal the union with a kiss.”

Satori’s stomach sank. She turned to Garo, her body stiff. He leaned in slowly, broad frame shifting closer. He took her chin with his hand with surprising care and leaned in. 

For the first time, she saw his face up close. Her heart raced as he moved closer. Her hand instinctively balled up, ready to punch him in the stomach.

Before she could do anything foolish, he pressed his lips to hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rough, but it was possessive. The kiss was warm, heavy, and lingered just long enough to make her pulse race. It was so unfamiliar and intimate. She felt his mustache brush against her skin, and she smelled the faint scent of sake on his breath. 

When he finally pulled back, Satori was left frozen, her pale cheeks flushed a deep pink. She quickly looked away as her heart pounded. 

This is real. This just happened.

Garo spoke to her quietly, his words only meant for her ears. “It is done, Satori. You are my wife now.”

She didn’t answer. She simply sat there in her white shiromuku, staring at her lap. She could only nod, not knowing how to respond. “Y-yes… Garo… I- I am your wife now.”

After the ceremony, everyone moved to the nearby hall for the wedding banquet. Traditional dishes were laid out over low tables: grilled fish, seasoned vegetables, delicate sashimi, and sake in fancy ceramic cups. For a celebration of the alliance of the two clans, everything was eerily quiet with everyone murmuring in hushed tones.

Satori sat beside Garo at the head table. She picked at her food quietly, barely eating. She kept her gaze on her plate as the reality of what had happened began to settle in. This was it. She was officially married to this stranger. A shiver shot up her spine as the thought of what else was to come crossed her mind. They still had their wedding night to look forward to, and she definitely wasn’t ready for that. 

Garo sat close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body. He ate calmly, keeping a careful eye on her until he finally spoke to break the awkward silence between them. 

“The ceremony went well,” he began cordially, pouring some sake into her cup before filling his own. “You looked beautiful in that shiromuku.”

Satori gave him a small noncommittal hum as she poked at a piece of grilled fish with her chopsticks. Her eyes briefly glanced towards him before flicking back to her plate. 

Garo kept his tone polite as he continued. “I know this has all happened very quickly for you. We had little time to get to know each other after our first meeting. Tell me… do you have any favorite foods? Any dishes you enjoy?”

Satori was about to reply with something sarcastic until she remembered Kiyomi’s advice about showing respect. She paused for a moment before finally speaking. “I… I like sweet things… Mochi. Anmitsu. Nothing special.”

Her chopsticks stilled mid-air. She finally glanced sideways at him, her alluring blue eyes wary.

A small smile curved beneath his prominent mustache. “Hm, sweet things,” he repeated as if noting her words with great importance. “I will remember that. Perhaps I can have the kitchen prepare some for you later tonight.”

Garo took a sip of sake, his dark eyes lingering on her. He then leaned in close, his voice dropping and carrying a new undertone. 

“You are very quiet this evening, Satori. I understand this is… overwhelming. But you should know I intend to be patient with you. He set his cup down, his gaze drifting to the line of her neck where the kimono sat against her pale skin. “Though I must admit… sitting so close to my new wife makes it difficult to remain entirely patient.”

Satori’s fingers tightened around her chopsticks. She immediately sensed the shift in his words. She cleared her throat and kept her voice light but firm. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, old ma- Garo… L-let’s just focus on the banquet. We will get there when we get there.”

Garo chuckled lowly. He leaned in closer, his voice measured and amused. “Of course, of course. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s enjoy this banquet.”

He gestured toward her cup. “You should drink a little more,” he encouraged gently. “It will help loosen the tension in your shoulders. You’ve been so still all morning, my dear wife. This is supposed to be a celebration, after all.”

Satori just stared at the cup for a long moment. Every cell of her being wanted to reject his offer, but Kiyomi’s words kept echoing in her head: show respect, do not cause a scene. With a reluctant sigh, she lifted the cup and took a sip. The sake burned pleasantly down her throat, spreading warmth through her chest and making her head feel just a little lighter. 

“There, there, that’s better, yes?” Garo murmured amusingly, his sharp eyes noticing the faint flush of her cheeks. “You look even lovelier when you relax a little more.”

Satori set the cup back down and let out a quiet exhale. “You don’t have to keep saying things like that,” she whispered, her voice carrying some edge. “It’s not like you need to win my favor.”

Garo smiled, his mustache twitching. “Why not? You are my wife now. I find it difficult not to notice how beautiful you are. Would you not want your husband to compliment you?” She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t find the words to refute him. 

He leaned closer, his voice dropping even lower. “I have been wondering since our first meeting what it will be like when we are finally alone, when no elders are watching us. We can finally let go of all these tiresome formalities.”

Satori shifted slightly on her cushion, her striking blue eyes bashfully looking away to the side. “Garo… you’re being very… forward.”

Garo chuckled. “Forward? Perhaps. But we are husband and wife. There is no need for pretense between us.” He refilled her cup without asking. “Drink a little more, Satori. Let it help you feel more at ease with me. I promise I will be patient tonight… at least at first.”

Satori closed her eyes and took another sip. The sake was making her head feel lighter, but his words sent a fresh wave of discomfort through her. She kept her voice even, though it came out tighter than she wanted. 

“You keep talking like tonight is already decided.”

Garo only smiled wider. His gaze lingered on her lush lips for a moment before returning to her eyes. “It is, my dear. But I am in no rush. We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other… intimately.”

Satori shivered at his words. She couldn’t help but feel her cheeks warm. No person had ever talked to her in that way. She had no idea what to feel. Her grip around her cup tightened a little more as the tension hung between them, heavy and suggestive. 

The banquet dragged on longer than Satori wanted. Garo kept refilling her cup throughout the evening, encouraging her with that same polite, but insistent, coaxing voice every time she hesitated. “Just a little more,” he would murmur. “It will help make this banquet less dry.” By the time the sun began to set and the elders started to leave, Satori’s head felt pleasantly fuzzy, and her limbs heavy. She was thoroughly tipsy now and more agreeable than she normally would be, just as he intended. She didn’t want to feel this way, but the drinking did help ease her nerves. 

Garo kept wearing her down with his suggestive comments. She ignored them at first, but his constant bombardment slowly eroded her composure. Never has any man spoken to her in such a way. She wanted to feel disgusted, but the alcohol had made her feel hot. His words only fanned the flames simmering in her lower belly. 

Satori was conflicted. How could she be aroused by a man she barely knew? “I can’t wait to get my hands on you, Satori,” he’d whisper in her ear, the smell of sake lingering in his breath. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

She wanted to think he was all talk, but there was something about him that was so certain. That he could back up everything he was saying. His smirk, the way his eyes lingered on her. It made her feel vulnerable for the first time in years. 

Now, the night had come.

The room was dark, lit only by a single low lantern in the corner. A thick fusion had been laid out on the tatami mats, the sheets crisp and white. Satori stood nervously in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a thick white robe tied loosely at the waist. Her long white hair was undone, spilling down her back. 

Her heart pounded. She had been dreading this moment all day. Yet somewhere beneath all that, the alcohol and his steady, suggestive remarks had worn her down. A reluctant heat now simmered low in her belly, making her skin feel too sensitive and her breathing a little shallower than she wanted. 

The paper door slid open behind her with a soft rasp. 

Garo stepped in, his wide frame filling the doorway for a moment before he closed the door behind him. He wore a simple white robe like hers that stretched across his broad chest and the soft, indulgent curve of his belly. His silver-streaked hair was still neatly slicked back, his mustache framing the faint smirk curling at his mouth. 

Satori’s cheeks flushed hard. The warmth from the sake made everything feel more intense. The weight of his dark, hungry gaze made the heat within her grow even hotter.

Garo’s eyes moved over her slowly, taking in the way the thin white robe clung to her slender frame and soft curves. His voice came out low and calm, but laced with clear intent. 

“It is time, Satori.”

She shivered, hearing his words as she stood there with her back to him. She nervously bit her lip as her trembling fingers reached for the tie at her waist. Slowly, she loosened her robe. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, sliding down until stopping at her elbows. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, giving her goosebumps along her back and the curve of her hips. The sake made her feel exposed in a way that was both terrifying and, strangely, shamefully thrilling. 

She looked over her shoulder at him, cheeks flushed a deep pink, her alluring blue eyes wide and uncertain. 

Garo drank in the sight of her pale skin glowing in the low light, the elegant line of her spine, and the soft flare of her hips. His gaze was heavy and unmistakably hungry as a tent began to form at the crotch of his robe. 

He took a step closer.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Turn around, Satori. Let me see my wife.”

Satori hesitated, the blush in her cheeks deepening. She slowly turned to face him, letting the robe fall and pool around her feet. His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he took in the sight of her supple breasts, slowly moving down to the smooth mound above her slightly wet pussy. Her breath hitched at the sight of his eyes wandering there. She felt embarrassed and vulnerable. Kiyomi insisted that she was to be groomed for Garo before their wedding night. 

He took another step forward until he was close in front of her. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her shoulder, his touch gentle before tracing his thumb along her cheek and taking her chin. She had her hands balled at her sides as he lifted her face to meet his. 

“Hmm… such soft skin,” Garo whispered as he brushed her chin. “So perfect… I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while. Tell me, Satori… are you nervous?”

She swallowed hard. “O-of course I’m nervous… I barely know you.”

His smile deepened, and he slid his hand down her arm. “Hmm, no need to be nervous. This night is meant for both of us to enjoy.”

He moved back up and carefully cupped one of her breasts. Satori winced as he gave her a firm squeeze. “Hmm… so soft… so perfect,” he murmured with satisfaction. 

He took a step back. Reaching down, he slowly untied the sash of his own white robe and let it fall open before shrugging it off his shoulders. The fabric slid to the floor, revealing his stocky, powerful frame. 

Satori’s breath caught in her throat. She gasped, her blue eyes widening as she stared at all of his naked glory. 

His cock was already hard, standing out thick and heavy from a nest of dark pubic hair. It was noticeably bigger than she’d imagined. However, this was the first time she had even thought about it. This is the first time she’s seen a cock in person, too. The head was flushed dark and leaking slightly at the tip. Below it hung his heavy, full, low-hanging balls. The sight made her stomach flutter with a mix of shock and the unwanted heat the sake had stirred in her all evening. 

Garo stood calmly, letting her get a proper look at him. He smirked proudly beneath his mustache, utterly unashamed and confident in himself. 

“Do you like what you see, Satori?” he asked, his voice low and coaxing. “This is what your husband has for you tonight.”

Her cheeks burned white hot as she began to stammer uncontrollably. “I… I… it’s... b-big… wow… Oh my.” The words sputtered out before she could think. Her mind felt hazy while her body traitorously began to heat up. 

Garo savored her reaction. He then reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently but firmly guiding her down. “Good girl. On your knees.”

Satori’s eyes widened further as he started to push her down. Her legs buckled slightly under the pressure. “W-what are you doing?” she asked urgently, her voice shaky. He offered no reply immediately. Her hands reflexively came up to rest against his thighs for balance. 

Garo eased her until she fell onto her knees in front of him. His hard cock throbbed close to her face, the heavy scent of his musk filling her senses. 

“I’m helping you get acquainted with your husband,” he murmured as he reached to grab the back of her head. He threaded his fingers through her white hair and pulled her closer. “Open your mouth, Satori. Let me feel those pretty lips.”

Satori knelt before him with her heart pounding and her head spinning. She had never felt this hot before in her life. She timidly looked up at Garo, her eyes glassy and uncertain, lush lips slightly parted. 

“I… I’ve never done anything like this before,” she uttered, embarrassed. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can do this for you right now.”

Garo chuckled softly. His hand remained on the back of her head. “There is no need to be ashamed,” he assured her. “I’m patient, Satori.” Her stomach sank, hoping he’d let it slide for tonight. “I will teach you. I am in no rush tonight. You are my wife now… and we have all the time in the world.”

He pulled her closer. Satori gasped as his cock brushed against her lips. She blushed even harder as the heat spread down her neck and across her chest. Naturally, the defiant part of her wanted to punch him right in the crotch and run, but her body wouldn’t obey. The alcohol, the long day, his steady, coaxing presence, and the odd sense of duty she always wanted to deny had worn her down too much. Her hands trembled on his thighs. 

She nervously inched forward and brushed her lips against the head of his cock more deliberately this time. With a shaky breath, she parted them and took him into her mouth. She took in his tip first. It sat warm and heavy on her tongue, and the taste of his precum immediately flooded her senses, salty and masculine. Her breathing grew heavy as she hesitated, unsure what to do. Her tongue just moved tentatively against him as she tried to figure out what to do. 

Garo let out a low groan of approval as his fingers tightened around her hair, but not forcing her deeper. “That’s it,” he growled huskily. “Good girl… just like that. Use your tongue a little more. You’re doing well already.”

Satori’s ears were flushed a deep red as she burned with humiliation and something she didn’t want to name. She closed her eyes and took him a little deeper. Her lips stretched around his veiny thickness as she slowly took him inch by inch. The taste of his salty, bitter precum on her tongue made her eyes water. It was so foreign to her, but oddly enough, not exactly as disgusting as she thought it would. 

She continued to take him into her mouth, shallow at first. Her movements were awkward and hesitant, clearly showing just how inexperienced she was. She sucked his tip gently as her tongue dragged against the underside of his cock. The warmth and saltiness only made her head spin even more. 

Garo let out another pleased groan. His fingers laced tighter in her hair, guiding her movements with ever-growing pressure. 

“Like this,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with pleasure. “Move your head slowly… back and forth… Be sure to twist your head too… Yes… just like that… Fuck… yes.”

All Satori could do was obey. She began bobbing her head in short, clumsy strokes. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. However, she was still a bit shallow and uncertain. She looked up at him with watery eyes. Tears gathered at the corners from the unfamiliar stretch and just how intimate the act of having a man’s cock in her mouth was. The sight of the prodigy girl, Satori, on her knees with her soft lips around him made Garo’s cock twitch against her tongue.

“Lick me, girl,” he instructed, his tone firmer with desire. “Use your tongue along the underside of my cock. From the head all the way down.”

She took a second to process what he wanted before obeying again. She removed his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving strings of her saliva connecting from her lips to his leaking tip. She then awkwardly positioned her head beneath his bobbing cock and slowly slid her tongue out and licked slowly along the underside of his cock. As she dragged her tongue along a vein against his shaft, she felt a shameful warmth building between her thighs. Her pussy grew wet, and slick arousal started to coat her folds despite how nervous and embarrassed she felt. 

Garo let out another heavy groan. “That’s it… You’re learning quickly… good.”

Oddly enough, his praise made her chest flutter and pussy grow even wetter. Satori became bolder. She dragged her tongue from base to tip a few more times before taking him back into her mouth. She bobbed her head with a little more rhythm, her lush lips sliding along his length. 

“Hmm… Mhmmm… Glck… Mhmmm.”

The sounds of Satori’s wet sucking filled the dark room. Garo winced, his hips twitching from the welcoming warmth of her mouth around him. He gripped her head harder as the pleasure consumed him.

“Deeper now,” he urged greedily. “Relax your throat for me.”

He guided her head down steadily. Satori groaned as she tried taking more of his thick cock. Inch by inch, he slid deeper until the head bumped against the back of her throat. She gagged suddenly, and a wet, choking sound muffled around his shaft as her eyes watered even more. Tears slipped down her flushed cheeks, but she didn’t try to fight it completely. Her pussy throbbed in response to the humiliating yet arousing sensation. 

Garo licked his lips salaciously and held her there for a moment, letting her feel the fullness, then eased her head back just enough to let her breathe. 

“There, there… breathe through your nose,” he said gently, even as his cock glistened with her saliva. “You’re doing so well for your first time. Such a good wife already.”

Satori coughed and gasped for air as strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his throbbing cock. Her pretty blue eyes looked up at him, glassy and teary. A mix of embarrassment, reluctant arousal, and surrender laced in her gaze.

He guided her back onto his cock, and she wrapped her lips around him without hesitation this time. “That’s it…  Keep going,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re getting better already… Heh, no wonder they call you the prodigy girl.”

Satori’s movements grew a little smoother with each bob of her head. The awkwardness slowly faded as she eased into the arousing heat of it all. She managed to swallow his entire length. Her eyes watered as she looked up at Garo. She couldn’t believe she was doing something so lewd, but despite that, the wet heat between her thighs only grew. 

After a few strokes, Garo’s breath hitched, and he let out a husky exhale. “Good girl… Now lick my balls. Stroke me while you do it, too.”

Satori pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping her spit-covered mouth with her arm. She hesitated for only a second before leaning in again. Wrapping her slender fingers around his slathered cock, she carefully lifted it to give herself access to his heavy balls. She stretched her tongue out and licked along his sack. They felt warm and full against her mouth. At the same time, she began to stroke him slowly. Her grip was rather tight, forcing a sharp wince from Garo. 

“Easy now, Satori. It’s not going anywhere,” he said with a hint of amusement. 

Satori loosened her grip just enough and resumed stroking. A low groan of approval from Garo signaled she was doing something right, and she worked him with more confidence. 

She continued for a while, licking and sucking gently on his balls while her hand pumped his cock with smooth, twisting motions she began to incorporate. The wet obscene sounds and his grunts of pleasure filled the quiet room. Her own arousal was undeniable now as her pussy dripped onto the tatami mat below. The praise only made her hornier and made her efforts improve. 

“Fuck…” Garo hissed, breath heavy with lust. “Kiss my cock, girl.”

Satori obeyed, pulling away from his balls and tilting his cock toward her and planting a wet smooch against his leaking tip. Her stomach fluttered at how naughty she was acting for a man she barely knew. What was he doing to her?

She resumed sucking his balls and stroking him for a little while longer, fully melting into the act of pleasuring her new husband. All doubts she had begun to fade as the pure lust of the moment consumed her. Now she just acted without thinking. 

He watched as Satori looked up at him, her blue eyes now glazed with desire as she suckled each of his balls. Her hand moved with more fluid motions, her palm slipping down the base before sliding back up and twisting around his tip. He licked his lips with satisfaction, seeing just how easily she was giving into him. 

Suddenly, Garo let out a low growl and gently but firmly pushed her away from him. His cock throbbed dangerously in front of her face, shiny with her saliva, the head flushed and leaking profusely. 

“Augh… Not yet,” he rasped with a slight chuckle. “I can see you’re starting to enjoy yourself. But I don’t want to finish like that on our first night together.”

He reached down and helped her to her feet, then guided her toward the futon. Satori’s legs felt unsteady from the buzz of the sake and the heavy heat of arousal as she lay back on the soft sheets. Her serene, pale skin glowed in the soft lantern light as she lay on her back. She looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes as her chest rose and fell quickly. 

Garo fell to his knees and spread her legs. He towered over her, his cock resting heavily over her smooth mound, throbbing heavily against her skin as he looked down at her naked body with hungry intent.

Satori nervously bit her index finger, her eyes wide as she felt every pulse of his hardness. His cock felt warm and twitched against her, causing a shameful rush of heat to flood her core despite how anxious she was. 

Garo drew back just enough and took his cock into his hand. He then pressed his swollen head against her pussy, sliding up and down, rubbing over her clit and slick folds as he coated himself with her arousal. This bulbous tip budged at her entrance again and again, never quite pushing all the way in, just teasing enough to give her a small taste of what he had in store for her. 

“Ah… Garo,” Satori breathed, her voice shaky as he pressed himself into her pussy until her folds wrapped around his head before pulling out again. Garo savored her reactions. He kept teasing her a bit more until she was left squirming and hopelessly wet for him.  

“Are you a virgin, Satori?” he finally asked, his dark eyes fixed on hers. 

Her cheeks flushed a bright red. She nodded quickly, mortified at her own admission. “Y-yes… technically,” she mumbled, biting her lip harder from his cock nudging her folds. “I tore my hymen a while back… doing an awkward split while exorcising a curse. It was stupid.”

She swallowed hard and bashfully looked away. “S-sorry to disappoint,” she continued, not really knowing why she was apologizing to him in the first place. 

Garo chuckled lowly, amused. An assuring smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I see… There’s no need to apologize to me,” he murmured, still dragging his tip slowly up and down her now sopping pussy. “It’s better this way, actually… There will be no mess, and less pain, I hope. All that matters is that you are untouched for me.”

He pressed forward just a little more, letting his head stretch her open before pulling back again. Satori shudderingly exhaled as she twitched and grew even more aroused under his unbearable teasing. 

“Are you ready?” he then asked. 

Satori swallowed hard, her throat tight. Her head felt light from the anticipation coursing through her veins. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second as her mind raced before opening again to gaze at his cock pressing against her entrance. 

This is happening, this is happening!

“Just… just do it already,” she finally whispered, voice barely audible. 

Garo didn’t need to be told twice; he’d been waiting for this moment ever since he heard the news of his special arrangement with Satori. 

He gripped her hip with one hand and began pushing in slowly, inch by inch. Satori gasped sharply as the blunt head stretched her open. The pressure was intense. It burned intensely, forcing her back to arch from the futon. She gripped the sheets tight with both hands while her white hair splayed out beneath her. 

“Hmmm… fuck… so tight,” Garo groaned deeply, his voice strained with pleasure as he sank deeper. “So fucking tight… I can feel you squeezing me. Taking your virginity like this… on our wedding night… So perfect.”

Satori let out another broken whimper as he kept pushing forward. Her walls stretched around his thick, veiny length. Every inch felt bigger than the last. “S-s-slow down, Garo…Y-you’re going to rip me in half,” she barely managed to get out as her toes curled against the sheets. 

“Shhh… just relax, Satori,” Garo murmured. He pushed just a little more until he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls resting against her. The fullness was overwhelming. She never felt so stuffed in her life. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, adjusting to accommodate his girth. 

Garo stayed still for a moment, buried to the hilt. He watched her breathing heavily and writhing beneath him. His hand moved to her side, stroking her smooth skin soothingly while the other remained gripped to her hip possessively. 

“Ow ow ow… G-god… You’re so big… fuck… Ah… Mhmmm,” Satori hissed under her breath, her head thrashing lightly from side to side. 

“That’s it,” he murmured roughly. “You took all of me… such a good girl.”

Her chest heaved, soft gasps escaping her lips as her body struggled to adjust to his size. The mix of pain and the strange, deep, primal pleasure from being so completely filled made her head spin even more. 

Then he began to move.

He drew his hips back in a smooth, gentle motion before sliding back in with a long, heavy thrust. Satori gasped sharply, her back arching off the futon once more. The sensation was overwhelming. It was uncomfortable having someone so big buried deep inside a place she never let anyone in, but at the same time, there was something deeper, hotter. She instinctively reached down to press one hand against his pelvis in an attempt to slow him down.

“Wait, w-wait! Slow down, ah… Hmmm,” she breathed shakily. “It’s… too much… Ah…”

Garo groaned roughly, but he obeyed, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow for now. His hips rolled gently, letting her feel every thick inch as he moved in and out of her tight cunt. Each thrust sent a jolt of pain and heat through her body. Her free hand gripped the pillow behind her as she endured every stroke he gave her. 

“Garo… Fuck… S-slow… please… You’re too big.”

“Easy, Satori,” he murmured, a hint of pride glinting in his sharp eyes. “Just breathe. It will get better soon. You’re doing so well. Just relax around me… Let your body get used to it.”

Satori whimpered softly, her fingers still pressing loosely against his lower belly. Slowly but surely, with each careful thrust, the sharp pain began to fade, replaced by a deep, throbbing fullness that made her toes curl. Her pussy grew even wetter, making the lewd, wet sounds of him moving inside her more obvious in the quiet room. 

“Oh… Ah… Okay… Okay,” she whispered, her breath steadying a little more.

Garo smiled down at her, feeling her relax even more around his cock. He kept his pace slow and steady, grinding deep on every thrust so his pelvis rubbed against her clit. 

“Good girl,” he praised, one hand sliding up to cup her supple breast. He licked his lips as he brushed her hardening nipple with his thumb. “Hmm… Does it feel better now?”

Satori nodded shakily. A broken moan escaped her as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her hand loosened on his pelvis, falling away beside her to let him push even more. 

“Y-yes… it’s… Ouhhh… mhmmm… different,” she gasped breathily. “Definitely doesn’t feel like you are on the verge of splitting me in half anymore.”

That earned a small, amused huff from Garo before he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to the side of her neck. The sensation of his mustache and hot breath brushing over her skin added to the mind-numbing stimulation overwhelming her body. His thrusts continued with deep, rolling movements, causing more reflexive moans to escape her. 

“That’s it,” he whispered against her ear. “Let yourself feel it. Enjoy how I stretch you so good. Hmmm, such a perfect little wife already.”

Satori’s head fell back against the pillow as another soft moan slipped out from her parted lips. The pain had fully melted into aching pleasure. Her hips twitched involuntarily, starting to meet his slow movements. The buzz from the sake and his steady, patient rhythm eroded her resistance, leaving only the potent sensation of being completely filled by him, drawing something out of her that she never knew she had. 

Garo kept his pace slow for a little longer to let her adjust some more, but the tight, wet clench of her pussy eventually broke his constraint. He groaned deeply and began thrusting faster. His hips snapped forward with more force, each stroke driving even deeper into her soaking depths.

Satori’s breath hitched from the sudden change of rhythm. The pain faded even more now, replaced by a hot, building pleasure that made her thighs tremble. She tried to hold back at first, biting her lips and shutting her eyes, but the stretch of his cock was too much.

“Ah! Hmm! Garo! Ah ah ah… oouuhhh!” she suddenly gasped, her voice cracking as he hit another deep spot inside her that made her see stars. “It feels… oh god.”

Her moans grew louder and more shameless as she gave into the pleasure. Her hips started to roll up to meet his thrusts. She just stared up at the wooden ceiling, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure as his bigger frame pinned hers to the futon. 

Garo growled with approval against her neck and gripped her hips as he fucked her harder. His stocky body moved with powerful, steady strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each connecting thrust. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot she had, sending mind-melting jolts of pleasure through her.

“That’s it,” he rasped against her ear. He gave her a particularly deep thrust that slammed his cockhead against her cervix, making her toes clench and her back arch. “Let me hear you, Satori. Moan for your husband.”

He moved over and claimed her mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips as he continued pounding her. Satori moaned into the kiss, her hands flying up to clutch his back. Her nails dug into his skin as she held on for her dear life, leaving noticeable red streaks across his skin.

The pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter. Her pussy clenched around his thick cock as he pushed her to the edge. Her lids fluttered as her tongue instinctively twirled with his in a sloppy dance, taking every inch he had until that pressure was too much to bear. 

“Mmmm! Garo!” she cried out, breaking the kiss as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body tensed, and her legs shuddered violently beside his waist as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed around him, soaking his cock with her creamy release as she trembled beneath him. 

Garo groaned loudly, still thrusting through her climax, savoring every flutter and squeeze of her tight walls around him. His cock throbbed dangerously as her pussy desperately milked him. But he wouldn’t cum. Not yet. 

“Augh… Good girl,” he murmured against her soft lips, voice thick with strain and satisfaction. “How does it feel to cum on your husband’s cock?”

Satori offered no response, just a dazed, breathy moan as her body twitched involuntarily from the aftershocks. Garo hummed, pressing a tender little kiss on her lips before pushing himself off her and rolling onto his back in the open space beside her. He then reached over and pulled her on top of him in one smooth, practiced motion so that she straddled his waist while his cock remained buried deep inside her, throbbing heavily against her sensitive walls. 

“Ride me, Satori,” he said hungrily. His big hands settled on the curve of her hips, guiding her. “Move your hips. Take what you want.”

She hesitated, flushed and breathless, her long white hair falling messily around her shoulders. Her stomach fluttered at his words. The mere suggestion that she wanted this would have been lost on her before tonight. But now. She actually did. 

“I… I’m not really familiar with this,” she admitted meekly, though the lust in her eyes and the way her body still clenched around him betrayed her. 

Garo’s hands slid down to grip her plush ass firmly, squeezing the soft flesh as he helped her lift and lower herself. “Like this,” he instructed, his tone low and coaxing. “Slow at first… use your legs too. Let my hands guide you.”

Satori nibbled the corner of her lip and began to move. She was awkward at first, rising up shakily, then sinking back down, taking his thick length back inside her sopping pussy. She let out a soft, surprised moan as the new angle hit deep. She tried again, gaining a bit more confidence with every bounce. The pleasure made her bolder, driving her bodily instincts. Soon, she was riding him with more rhythm, her hips rolling as she found what felt best. 

Garo groaned deeply, his fingers greedily squeezing her ass as he watched her. “Fuck… look at you,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust. “So beautiful riding my cock. You’re a pro already… Such a fast learner.”

Satori’s lips parted, steamy, little breaths and moans puffing out with every bounce. Her cheeks were flushed, deep pink, and her blue eyes were half-lidded in pleasure as she rolled against him. She braced her soft hands on his broad chest, leaning forward as she moved faster, chasing that building heat inside her once more. He slowly stopped guiding her, letting her move on her own, and simply enjoyed the view. 

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was really enjoying this. 

Her head fell back slightly, a louder moan slipping free as she ground down hard, taking him to the hilt again and again. “Ah… Garo… it feels… good. Hmmm,” she gasped needily. The pleasure was addictive now, washing away the last traces of hesitation that lingered. 

Garo kneaded her ass, occasionally pulling her down harder onto him to make her squirm and moan. “That’s my good wife,” he growled, watching her perfect boobs sway with every movement. “Keep going. Use me. Let me feel how much you’re enjoying your husband’s cock.”

Satori whimpered, lost in the heat and rhythm. She rode him with increasing desperation as another wave of pleasure quickly built inside her core.

She continued rolling her hips with growing confidence. Each bounce sent sparks of heat through her body as his thick cock stretched her perfectly. “Ah ah ah… uh uh uh… Garo,” she panted softly as her moist palms shifted against his chest. 

Garo groaned from the tight squeeze of her pussy around his cock. “Yes, that’s it… just like that.” He suddenly pulled her down hard, forcing her to the hilt until her clit pressed flush against his pelvis. Then, he guided her hips in slow, grinding circles, making her feel him rotate deep inside her. 

“Argh… so tight,” he murmured. “Like this… Feel all of me, Satori.”

Satori gasped, and her eyes fluttered back from the new sensation. The slow, deliberate circles rubbed his cock against every sensitive spot inside her, and the intense pressure of his cockhead kissing her cervix made her entire body tremble uncontrollably. Her moans turned higher and needier as she followed his guidance, rolling her hips in small, filthy circles on top of him. 

His grip on her ass tightened as he helped her move with the occasional firm pull onto his lap so she could feel him throb inside her. “Fuck… you’re getting so wet, he groaned, feeling her creamy arousal drip down his balls. “Look at you… Riding your husband so eagerly now. You love it, don’t you?”

Satori’s head fell back, her lush lips parting in a steamy, heavy moan. The pleasure was addictive. It was so intimate in a way she couldn’t possibly imagine being naked with another person and performing something so vulnerable. She fell deeper into the rhythm, allowing herself to move without his full guidance. 

But just as she was getting used to it, Garo suddenly thrust up to meet one of her circles, driving himself even deeper. “AH!” she cried out, her body jolting as he began fucking her from below, matching her movements with powerful upstrokes. 

The sudden change of pace caught her off guard, but she continued to move on instinct without hesitation. They moved in perfect rhythm, the filthy, wet clap of skin filling the room. Her long white hair cascaded down her back as her head fell back in a loud moan. The relentless pressure of his thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge once more. Her pussy clenched needily around him, dripping wet and fluttering. 

“Ah ah ah! Ouuuhhh! Mhhhmmmm! Yes!” she gasped, her voice cracking. “It’s… It’s too much. I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” 

Her second orgasm hit her hard. Satori let out a pitched squeal as her body shuddered uncontrollably. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squeezing and milking as she gushed around him. Her thighs trembled, hips jerking in short, erratic movements as she rode out her climax. 

Garo groaned huskily. He gripped her ass like a vice as he felt her cum around him. He kept thrusting up through her orgasm, drawing it out and savoring every clench and whimper. “That’s it… cum for me, Satori,” he rasped with satisfaction, his voice strained from his own impending orgasm. 

Satori offered no response and collapsed forward onto his sweaty chest. Her breasts pressed flush against him as she panted heavily, her body twitching involuntarily with every subtle movement. Her mind was hazy from the overwhelming pleasure that buzzed through her spent body. 

She was still trembling from her second orgasm when Garo groaned and suddenly flipped them over in one smooth, powerful motion. She gasped as her back hit the futon again. He immediately folded her into a deep mating press, pushing her knees up toward her shoulders and pinned her arms beside her with his big, strong hands. 

“Ah! Garo!” she cried out, her eyes wide as his heavier body pressed over her. 

He thrust into her hard and deep, his thick cock driving straight into her cervix with each plunge. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her ass with rhythmic, obscene smacks that echoed through the steamy room. Satori gasped and moaned helplessly beneath him, the new angle letting him reach even deeper inside her soaked pussy than before. 

“Ah ah ah! Ohhh! Ouuhhhh! Uh uh uh!” Satori whimpered in pitched, breathy moans as he fucked her with steady, relentless thrusts that made her toes curl in the air. 

Garo let go of one of her arms and gripped her thigh, holding her open as he pounded into her. His silver-streaked hair fell messily over his forehead from the ragged fucking he was giving her. 

“I’m going to put a baby in you tonight, Satori,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Fill this Gojo womb with my seed… Beg for it. Tell your husband you want his baby.”

Satori’s lips parted in a long moan. Her head spun wildly from how sensitive she already was from her previous orgasm, amplifying the sheer amount of pleasure crashing over her. She then wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper as her body gave into its carnal desire.

“P-please… Garo… ahh! Put a baby in me,” she moaned needily, lost in the pure lust of it all. “I want it… please… cum… cum in me. Give it to me!”

Garo grunted louder, his thrusts growing faster and more erratic. The wet slapping of skin rang throughout the room as he fucked her with growing desperation. He pinned her tighter against the futon, his bigger body dominating hers. 

“Fuck… That’s my good wife… I’m gonna give you what you deserve,” he groaned, his cock on the verge of erupting. “Here it comes… GET PREGNANT! AUUUUGGGHHH!

He let out a deep, guttural roar and buried himself balls deep, cumming hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, pulsing deep against her cervix as he filled her full. Satori cried out sharply as another orgasm ripped through her at the same time. Her walls clenched around his throbbing cock, milking him for every drop he had. 

As they shuddered from their shared climaxes, Garo leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues hungrily twirled together, swapping saliva as they rode out their orgasms. 

“Mmmmmm…” Satori hummed, her dazed blue eyes rolling back as she felt his balls contract against her with each pulse. The heat of his seed filling her womb made her tremble. She couldn’t believe this man was going to get her pregnant. But oddly enough, she was strangely accepting of the idea. 

They stayed locked together for a while, both panting heavily and lazily making out. Garo’s cock continued to twitch inside her, pumping the last of his load deep into her fertile depths. 

-

The morning light filtered through the paper screens, giving the room a soft glow. Satori stirred from her sleep slowly, her body heavy. She was pressed against something solid and warm. Her long white hair was a tangled mess across the pillow and over her shoulders. Between her legs, she felt sore, sticky, and slightly swollen. The faint scent of sex lingered in the air. 

The smell and the warm body she was lying against eventually caused her eyes to snap open. 

She jolted upright with a sharp breath, the blanket slipping down her waist and exposing her bare breasts. The memories flooded back in vivid flashes: Garo’s thick cock stretching her, the way she had moaned and ridden him, how many times he had made her cum, the relentless way he had fucked her again and again until she was a trembling, whimpering mess. 

“Oh my God,” Satori whispered to herself, her cheeks blushing deep pink. “That really just happened… Ugh.”

The worst part was that she had enjoyed it despite her previous disdain for this whole arrangement. 

A large, warm hand slid up her back and gently ran through her messy hair, smoothing some of the loose strands from her face. Garo lay on his back beside her, eyes still closed and lightly snoring. Then, he suddenly pulled her back down against him with a firm tug. She squeaked quietly as she landed on his chest.  

Satori blinked and looked up at him, cheeks still burning. After the first round, they had gone for two more. He had been relentless, fucking her until she couldn’t think straight. He put her in so many lewd positions she didn’t even know existed. And she had let him. She had begged him. 

Her pussy throbbed at the memory, still tender and sticky with remnants of his cum. 

Every night is going to be like this now, she thought as a shiver ran down her spine. This man is going to be the death of me…

Garo then stirred from his slumber. He stroked her hair again and let out a waking groan as his eyes cracked open, finding hers. “Morning, wife,” he murmured with a small, satisfied smile curling on his lips. “Did you sleep well?”

“I guess,” she muttered, her voice a little raspy from sleep and the constant moaning she had done the night before. “But… I’m sore.”

Garo chuckled, his hand continuing to run through her hair. “You’ll get used to it,” he replied with a hint of amusement. “Your body will adjust soon enough. You’ve been through far worse than this, yes? I’m sure exorcising curses is far more tiring.”

Satori lifted a brow at him. “That’s debatable. This isn’t exactly the same thing,” she said dryly. She didn’t pull away, her cheek resting lightly on his chest. 

Her comment earned another chuckle from Garo. His hand slowly slid down her back, tracing her spine before cupping one of her ass cheeks. “Right you are. I would say this is far more… entertaining… Did you enjoy it, Satori?” He gave her a firm squeeze and pulled her a little closer against his warm body.

She hesitated, biting her lip. Her thighs clenched, and her pussy throbbed at the memory of her being put in a submissive mating press. To think the strongest sorcerer could be subjected to such a lewd position. 

“...Yes,” she murmured abashedly, her voice barely audible as she averted her gaze from his. 

Garo’s smile widened beneath his mustache. His hand squeezed her ass again, kneading her soft skin as he pulled her even tighter against him. 

“Good,” he whispered. “I look forward to many more nights like that. Every night, if you’ll let me.”

Satori shivered at his words, a mix of dread and reluctant anticipation curling in her stomach. She was sore, exhausted, and still sticky from their nocturnal activities… yet part of her already longed for it. 

-

Months had passed since the wedding. 

Satori walked slowly through the gardens of the Kurogane estate, cradling her sleeping son against her chest. It was only a matter of time since they first married that a child would be conceived, considering his virility and inhuman stamina. The baby had black hair like his father did during his younger years and the same striking blue eyes as hers. He was only a few weeks old, but he already felt like the center of her world. 

She had changed a lot. 

The once-defiant, sharp-tongued, reckless prodigy who lived for the thrill of exorcising the cursed had stepped back into something she’d never imagined herself in. She no longer chased dangerous missions or spent nights gallivanting, doing whatever she pleased. Instead, she found herself enjoying the quiet rhythm of this new life. The peaceful mornings, the weight of her child in her arms, and the way Garo looked at her every night like she was the only thing that mattered. 

It helped that he fucked her incredibly well. It was the only form of entertainment she sought now. 

An attendant approached quietly and bowed low. “Lady Satori, your husband seeks your company in your chambers.”

Satori sighed, rolling her eyes with a small, fond smirk. She gently kissed the top of her son’s head before handing him over. “Take him. And tell me immediately if he gets fussy.”

“Of course, my lady.”

She adjusted her simple dark kimono and headed toward their private quarters. When she slid the door open and stepped inside, she found Garo already waiting. 

He lay completely naked on their large futon, propped up on his elbows. His stocky frame was relaxed, and his silver-streaked hair slightly tousled. Her eyes immediately fell onto his thick cock, standing hard and heavy against his thigh, already leaking at the tip.

“Really?” she asked, her tone teasing but tired. “This couldn’t have waited until tonight?”

Garo’s sharp eyes raked over her body as a slow, satisfied smile formed beneath his mustache. “No,” he said simply. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning. You were gone when I woke up.”

Satori crossed her arms and leered at him. “I was taking care of our son.”

He chuckled. “Ah, yes. Just griping, love,” he replied amusingly. “Come here. Let’s have a little fun before our little Kaito looks for us.”

She shook her head, but her mouth twitched into a small smirk. She reached up and began loosening her kimono, letting the dark fabric slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Fully naked again, she walked over to the futon and knelt onto it, straddling his waist without hesitation. 

“You’re insatiable, old man,” she whispered, leaning down to brush her soft lips against his. 

Garo’s hands immediately settled on her hips, pulling her closer as his hard cock pressed against her already slick pussy. 

“And you love it,” he murmured, kissing her back. 

To be continued?