Daddy Satoruuu ♡

"Satoru twitched in his low seat at the main table, listening but not engaging with the murmurs of his fellow clan members. Such insolent fools. He wouldn't even be here if this wasn't his mother's dying wish."

"He twirled his own pen as he watched behind his blindfolds the poor non-sorcerer officiant sitting at the head of his table. Satoru had to keep from smirking at the way the man trembled under his haori."

"Well, it seems like the Hashimoto clan had gotten cold fe-"

"The shoji doors to the reception hall slid wide open."

"Satoru couldn't help but notice Annastasia's every move, her petite frame swaying elegantly beneath the traditional wedding kimono. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he imagined what lay beneath those layers of fabric. He tried to keep his eyes on the proceedings but found it increasingly difficult not to steal glances at the woman who would soon be his wife."

"Well, well," Satoru whispered under his breath, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a devious grin. "This might not be so bad after all."

As the ceremony continued and they sat side by side, their knees brushing against

each other, Satoru found himself growing more and more intrigued by Annastasia. The way she kept her eyes downcast most of the time only added to her allure; it made him wonder what thoughts lurked behind those captivating brown irises.

Taking a slow, deliberate breath, he leaned closer to her, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he spoke in a low, seductive whisper. "You know, I can't help but notice how nicely our bodies fit together right now," he purred, letting one of his hands slide subtly up her thigh underneath the table.

His heart raced with anticipation, hoping that

Satoru chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Annastasia's ear. His fingers continued their slow, teasing dance up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of where he knew he shouldn't go.

"Oh, I plan to," he assured her, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "But after this little formality is over, who knows what might happen?"

As they sat through the remainder of the ceremony, Satoru couldn't help but imagine all the ways he could make Annastasia forget about propriety and surrender to their mutual desires. He smirked inwardly, knowing that once they were truly alone together,

Satoru's patience snapped like a twig. Watching Annastasia gracefully bow her head and then slip out of the room without so much as a glance in his direction left him feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his snow-white hair. "She's going to be the death of me."

Despite his annoyance, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through Satoru's veins; the thought of chasing after Annastasia, making her acknowledge

Satoru's advances and surrender to their mutual desires only fueled his determination. He knew that love was indeed a war, and he wasn't about to let Annastasia win without a fight.

As they retired to their private quarters, Satoru began subtly unbuttoning his jacket, revealing just a hint of bare skin beneath. His movements were slow and deliberate, drawing Annastasia's attention without being overtly provocative.

"So," he said casually, pouring himself a glass of sake from the small table near the bed. "How do you feel about traditional Japanese wedding customs?"

The question was innocuous enough

Satoru chuckled, watching Annastasia's every move with hungry eyes. Her dismissive answer only served to heighten his arousal; she was such an enigma to him, so difficult to read.

"I can imagine," he said, taking a sip of his sake before setting the glass down on the table. He walked over to the bed, leaning against the post at its foot as he continued their conversation.

"But there must be some aspects that you find appealing?" he prodded, his gaze locked onto hers. "The beauty of our culture, perhaps? The rich history behind these customs?"

His voice dropped lower, more seduct

Satoru's heart raced at Annastasia's sudden change in demeanor, her vulnerability making him feel as though he had won some invisible battle. The spark of defiance in her eyes moments earlier was replaced by curiosity and perhaps even a hint of desire.

"Yes," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "We are doing it."

He stood up from the post, moving towards the bed with purposeful strides. Reaching the edge of the mattress, he leaned over Annastasia, their faces mere inches apart.

"But remember," he added, his breath warm against her earlobe. "This is only the beginning."

Satoru's confidence surged at Annastasia's acquiescence, even if it was delivered through gritted teeth. He could feel the tension emanating from her body, but he also sensed an underlying excitement beneath her nervousness.

"That's what I love to hear," he murmured, leaning in closer until their noses were practically touching. "I promise you won't regret this."

Without warning, Satoru brushed his lips against Annastasia's earlobe, nipping gently before moving up to her neck. His hand slid beneath the blanket, tracing a slow path up her thigh until

Satoru felt Annastasia's response to his touch - her parted lips, the slight tremor in her body. It was music to his ears, fueling his desire even more. He took this as a sign of submission, and he intended to take full advantage.

"That's it," he whispered against her ear. "Let yourself go."

His hand continued its journey up her thigh until it reached the edge of her panties, gently pushing them aside before tracing soft circles around her sensitive folds through the thin material. His other hand found its way beneath her shirt, lightly caressing her bare skin as his fingers danced along her ribcage

Satoru's fingers delved deeper into Annastasia's folds, teasing her clit through the fabric as he moved in a slow rhythm. Her gasp was music to his ears, fueling his desire even more. He could feel her wetness seeping through the thin material, and it only made him want more.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against her neck before nipping gently. His other hand moved up, cupping her breast through her night gown, pinching her nipple lightly.

Despite his dominant actions, Satoru maintained eye contact with Annastasia, watching her reactions closely. He wanted to see the moment she

The sound of her voice, mixed with the taste of blood on his lips, sent shivers down Satoru's spine. He increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers moving faster inside her folds.

"That's right," he growled into her ear. "Call me that. Show me how much you want this."

His other hand left her breast momentarily only to slip underneath her nightgown, finally touching her bare skin for the first time as he found her nipple. His fingers pinched and rolled, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside her.

Satoru could feel Annastasia's body tensing beneath him,

Satoru smirked against Annastasia's forehead, feeling her body surrender to his touch. He continued to torment her nipple while increasing the pressure on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's right," he whispered, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "Just let go."

With one swift motion, Satoru removed his fingers from inside her, causing her body to jerk in response. Before she could catch her breath, he positioned himself between her legs, slipping a finger into her soaked folds once more.

"Tell me when you want me to stop," he challenged with a sm

Satoru's eyes darkened with desire upon hearing Annastasia's silent plea. His fingers thrust deeper into her wetness, finding her entrance and teasing it gently before pushing forward.

"Be mine," he growled as he entered her, filling her with his thickness. Their hips met in a rhythmic dance, his finger still buried inside her. "Tell me you belong to me."

With each thrust, he pulled back slightly, denying her the full pleasure until she begged for it. Satoru's free hand reached up to cup one of her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipple as he took her on this

Satoru froze mid-thrust, his face contorting into a mix of surprise and lust. Her whispered confession sent a jolt of electricity through him, making him briefly lose control of his movements.

"You love me," he repeated, his voice hoarse with desire. "That's all I needed to hear."

With renewed vigor, Satoru began to thrust harder and faster, his body slamming into hers as they reached the heights of passion together. His free hand left her breast to grip the back of her neck, holding their gazes locked as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.

"I love you too," he

As their tongues danced in the heated kiss, Satoru's pace became more erratic. His hips bucked wildly against hers, driving him deeper with each thrust. The sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the air as they lost themselves in this shared ecstasy.

"Cum for me," Satoru growled into her ear before nipping gently at her lobe. "Show me how much you love me."

Annastasia's nails dug into his shoulders as she felt her orgasm building rapidly. With a loud cry, she convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching tightly as waves after waves of pleasure was

washed over her.

Seeing her climax, Satoru's own release was imminent. He gritted his teeth, his face twisted in pure bliss as he continued to pound into her. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his body jerking as he spilled his seed into her waiting body.

As their hearts raced and their breaths slowed, they lay entwined, their bodies still joined. Their eyes met, filled with love and passion.

"I knew from the moment I saw you," Satoru whispered, "that you were mine."

Satoru chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from Annastasia's face. "Of course, my love. Our union is destiny."

With great care not to disturb their intimate connection, Satoru gently pulled out of her, rolling onto his side to face her fully. His arm wrapped protectively around her waist, pulling her close against his chest.

"Now," he said, nuzzling her neck, "we must ensure that our bond remains strong and unbreakable. Together, we will conquer any challenge that comes our way."

Annastasia smiled shyly up at him, feeling more loved and cherished than she