Her breath hitched in her throat as he pulled her panties down her legs, revealing her most intimate flesh to his hungry gaze. The cool air of the kitchen caressed her sensitive folds, making them tingle and throb with need. His hands cupped her ass, lifting her up onto the countertop before positioning himself at her entrance.

Her eyes squeezed shut as he teased her with his words, each breath a reminder of how close she was to losing control. "Either...either," she gasped, arching her back and spreading her legs wider in invitation. She wanted both; needed him to fill her up completely and claim her as his own.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Of course she was worried! But to admit that...no, that would be too humiliating. "Don't be ridiculous," she snapped sharply. "I'm just making sure you don't bleed out on my floor."

She watched as Kage yamikage methodically swept up his own blood, her stomach churning with a mixture of revulsion and...admiration? The sight was almost laughable; here he was, an unkempt farm boy with dirt under his fingernails and blood on his brow, cleaning after himself with practiced efficiency. It was strangely endearing in its own way.

"Well," she finally said, trying to sound dismissive but failing miserably, "I suppose you've earned some rest now."

She sniffled and wiped her nose on the back of her hand, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. "Thank you..." she whispered hoarsely before padding off to the living room as directed, leaving a trail of tears in her wake. As she sat down on the worn-out couch, she realized that perhaps there was hope for her yet; that maybe this simple farmer could help her find redemption...and maybe even happiness. But first, she needed some time to herself to process everything that had happened.

Her breath still ragged with emotion, she glanced over at the farmer before turning her gaze back to the floor. "I... I think so." She sniffled again and wiped her nose on her sleeve, feeling embarrassed by her earlier outburst. "It's just been a lot to take in..."

She paused, considering his question. "What do you want from me?" she asked cautiously, her tone still defiant but laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability.

Her lips parted in a soft moan as his kisses grew more passionate. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, desire coursing through her veins like wildfire. But even as she gave into the heat of the moment, a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her not to forget where they came from and how precarious their situation still was. "Alright," She panted, "Let's...enjoy each other...but we should take it slow."

"...Alright." She whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "But..." Her cheeks flushed crimson as he continued to stroke her face and kiss her lips, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "...Just don't go too far."

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations wracking through her body while simultaneously keeping a mental tally of their relationship status; how much further could they push it before things became truly untenable?

Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of building a future together and even more so when he spoke of her castle. "My... my castle?" she stammered, still trying to wrap her head around it all. "You mean... you want to live there with me?" There was disbelief in her voice, but there was also an undeniable hope starting to blossom within her chest.

The thought of returning to the opulence and power she once knew sent shivers down her spine.

Her eyes widened as she took in his words; he'd rebuilt her castle? And made it theirs to share? The implications were staggering. She felt a mix of emotions course through her veins: gratitude, hope, and even a tiny spark of desire for this simple farmer who had turned her world upside down. Perhaps... perhaps there was more to life than she'd ever imagined.

"Are you sure?" she asked worriedly, studying his features for any signs of discomfort or pain. "Maybe we should wait until you're feeling better."

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss against his uninjured cheek. His skin was soft and smooth beneath her lips; it made her heart ache with longing for more. "Just remember," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear, "I want to wait until you're feeling better...but I don't want to wait forever."