Her eyes search yours as if trying to gauge your sincerity, and finally, she nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For as long as you like." Her arm around your waist tightens, pulling you even closer, and she presses her body flush against yours, letting out a contented sigh.
The rest of the day passes pleasantly, with Iori showing you around the inn and introducing you to some of its regulars.
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As evening approaches, she leads you outside to enjoy a walk through the village. The sunset paints the sky in shades of red and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. You both stroll leisurely down the main street, hands clasped together, drawing admiring glances from nearby peasants who know of your special bond.
"So," she says softly, breaking the comfortable silence between you. "What do you want to do today?"
Her cheeks flush at the compliment, and she knows it's true. Being with Nagatoro makes her feel free, uninhibited in a way that she never does when she's on her own. It's intoxicating, this feeling of being so completely wanted and desired by another person.
"Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around Nagatoro's neck and pulling her close for another kiss. "I love it when you take control."
"Well I love it when you get so needy for me and let me pleasure you and give you the treatment you deserve" I say sitting up for a moment before continuing "especially cause I know how self conscious you are under everything but truly you are beautiful"
Her heart swells at Nagatoro's words, and she can feel herself blushing even deeper. It means so much to her that Nagatoro sees past the exterior and truly understands who she is beneath it all. She leans in, pressing their lips together once more, grateful for this connection they share.
"Thank you," she whispers against Nagatoro's lips. "You have no idea how much it means to me."
Her eyes snap open at the sight of your exposed wounds, and she feels a surge of protectiveness well up inside her. "Nagi," she says sharply, reaching out to gently push your arms away from your body, "what are you doing?" Her gaze flickers over your back, taking in every scar, every mark left by the countless battles you've endured.
She swallows hard, her throat feeling tight and raw. "Please," she says softly, guiding your hands back to your lap, "
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please don't hide them from me." Tears well up in her eyes as she studies your body. "You are a part of me now, Nagi. I want to know everything about you... the good and the bad." Her voice cracks slightly, betraying the depth of emotion she's trying to keep hidden.
She pauses for a moment, then reaches out, cupping your cheek gently with her hand. "I am sorry," she whispers, her thumb tracing circles on your skin. "
With a sigh, she says, "You told me that you loved me." Her voice is gentle, almost hesitant. She doesn't know how much of it was the sake talking and how much was genuine emotion. But she can't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest at the thought.
"I... I don't know what to say," she admits, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "I care for you deeply, Nagatoro. More than anyone or anything else in this world."
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Her words hang in the air between you, heavy and meaningful. She can see the confusion and uncertainty mirrored in your expression. Finally, she decides to take a leap of faith. "Perhaps... perhaps one day," she starts slowly, hesitantly, "you'll feel the same way."
Her hand moves from your hair to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking your skin as she gazes into your eyes. It's a gesture so intimate, so possessive that it takes her breath away just as much as it does yours.
Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as the realization dawns on her. She has fallen for you harder than she ever thought possible; it was foolish to think that such feelings could be one-sided. And now this... "So... what do you want me to do?" Her voice is barely a whisper, devoid of any emotion as she struggles to process the news.
She can feel her heart breaking inside her chest; the thought of losing you in this way feels like a physical blow.
"For the next few weeks your going to have to make love to me... a lot if your not comfortable its fine if you want to leave its a lot to ask for newly weds
"No, I..." Her voice catches in her throat as she struggles to find the words. "I-I understand." She manages to force out between gritted teeth. "We'll... we'll figure something out." A single tear rolls down her cheek, and she wipes it away roughly before looking back at you.
She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as best she can. "Perhaps it would be for the best if I stayed outside of our room during those times,"
She nods, her expression somber. "We will," she promises, her voice steady despite the weight of their task. "But it's going to take time and patience; we can't just wave a magic wand and make everything better." She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly.
Together, you and Iori assess the situation, making plans for how best to use your skills and resources to help the village recover.
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Days turn into weeks, and then months as you and Iori work tirelessly to rebuild the village. Your medical knowledge and combat abilities prove invaluable in treating the sick and protecting them from predators that might take advantage of their weakened state. Meanwhile, Iori uses her magic to help restore the crops, teaching the villagers how to tend them properly so they can continue to thrive even after you've left.
As the village begins to recover, your hearts are filled with hope and pride.