Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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Author's Notes:
Legend of The Five Rings is a copyrighted Intellectual Property owned by Fantasy Flight Games. This fan fic is not meant as a challenge to that copyright in any way.
A Note On Continuity: L5R is an IP that has been passed around between multiple companies. As such the canon gets a little messy. And this is a setting with a very strong lore. Most of that lore comes from its years being owned by Alderac Entertainment Group (AEG). Most of the lore you see in the wiki is AEG lore. Fantasy Flight since taking over the IP has seemed to have a 'The AEG canon stands until we say otherwise' approach to this topic. The problem with much of the AEG in-game story was that it was created at the whims of people who won card game tournaments then the setting's history was rearranged to fit this. It got pretty convoluted at times, to put it mildly. Which is why in creating my own continuity I don't feel like I can do L5R wrong. With something like say Shadowrun I wouldn't even consider doing my own alternative history. The simple truth with L5R is that I cannot do it worse than it's already been done.
This story takes place starting off from the (AEG) cannon year 860. You'll see my characters talking about the 'false history' verses 'the real history'. The 'false history' is the AEG cannon. The 'real history' is my version of L5R (which I like to jokingly call A Thousand Years of Incest).
3. The New Reality
The next few days went pretty simply for me. I sent a servant down into the village to buy fresh fish from the ice fishermen on the lake. I ignored every invitation from the manor and stuck to my dojo. I woke up, ate, meditated, trained, ate again, bathed, meditated, and went back to sleep.
The only company I had was Nene, which was really the only company I wanted anyway. But there was silence there too. She would eat with me and we would have sake but mostly she would just watch me.
I began to consider making a run for the Crab lands. Winter, despite its hazards, would be the best time to do it. I had 3 months of it left to make such a move. I felt the need to return to my solitude. To wander off and seek the next battlefield. There was still no place for me here. I felt more lost and disconnected in my homeland than I had ever felt on the road.
Nene didn't come to have breakfast with me on the fourth day. Which was a sad way to break the tedium. I shrugged it off and went through my routine. The manor had stopped bothering to send invitations the day before. I ate a light dinner alone and started early on the sake. I stumbled a bit taking buckets of hot water to fill the bath. I was leaning back in the massive tub, enjoying the final drops of a decanter when I heard Nene's voice in the main room.
I stumbled out, still wet, in a hastily donned kimono. "What is it, Nene?"
She had a massive pack on her back and a relieved look on her face when she saw me. She set the pack down and walked towards me. "I was afraid you had already left."
I stood by the irori, keeping a half watch on a fresh decanter, as I toweled myself off. "No, I haven't gone. Why would I?"
"You've been so withdrawn lately, and you've had that look on your face. The same one you had by the pine tree all those years ago. I was just so afraid that you would leave without me." Her hair was pulled back so that I could see tear-filled amber eyes on snowy skin.
I reached a finger beneath her usually hidden right eye and gently brushed away a tear. "There I go again, making you cry."
I started to go for the cups in the cupboard only to turn back when I heard Nene chugging the decanter. I laughed and said, "You're drinking like a Crab, you know."
"Is that where you'll be headed?" She asked as she filled two decanters.
"Where we would be headed."
"We?"
"Yes 'we'." I said without hesitation.
Nene looked relieved but there was still a tension in her. She kept glancing from the cooking sake to me and back. She was biting her lower lip, nervously. Maybe it was the sake but it seemed to make her cute face even cuter.
Nene handed me a decanter and raised her own to it. "Kanpai."
"Kanpai." Then we both downed them like Crab. "Nene, if..."
She stopped me with a finger to my lips. Her eyes locked onto mine and she took a long breath. "There is still something we must do before we can move forward. No, don't talk. I've been waiting and waiting but I guess there is no right time."
She sank to her knees before me and reached for my obi. "This is the part I haven't told you about. The customs of the god-blooded are.. scandalous by the standards of Rokugan."
I felt the chilly air on my naked body. My manhood began to harden in its exposed proximity to her. "Nene.. you don't have to.. I mean..."
"But I do if I wish to truly be your servant. I must take your blessed seed into my body and swear the Oath of Bonding to become yours." One tiny pale hand began to stroke my shaft as the other cupped my balls beneath. She leaned in and laid a gentle kiss in between where they intersected. I felt myself growing longer and harder at her expert touch. She moved her hand aside and licked upwards in a solid line until she arrived at the head. Her lips locked around the tip and her tongue pushed into the foreskin. She pushed it back, going for the urethral hole. Then her tongue withdrew to play with the foreskin as she rolled it around. Only to withdraw, as she kissed and sucked her way back down. Her hand began to stroke me again and she stared upwards. Her eyes held a look of total adoration. "You're so huge. I can't get my whole hand around you."
I was shocked. Lost in the sensations of her incredible skill. It had been so long. Such a very long time. Not since Misa. Was I even ready for this? Would I ever be? I had barely even touched myself in the past 10 years. It was something I did when I drank heavily occasionally and the shame of it ceased to matter. On nights like tonight. Guilt warred with raw need. I stared at Nene and decided.. I could accept her as my lover. Even if she was my half-sister.
But even as the guilt fell away, hatred rose to take its place as an icy knife cut through my heart. There was, after all, only one man that she could've practiced on to achieve such skill, before me. I heard myself coldly ask, "Am I as 'huge' as my father was?"
"Motoki.. don't." The tears were back, of course. Her stroking seemed to hesitantly slow.
"Am I? Answer me!" I growled, pushing my hard shaft into her face. Now that face held fear. She backed away, falling on her butt.
Memories came unbidden of Gemmei's nude sweaty body writhing beneath Father. Her screams of ecstasy filling their massive bedchamber.
His usual derisive snort. "Take a good look, you little shit. It's all you'll ever get."