Nana looked over to Ieyasu in worry. "Many of his wounds have festered and he feels to have a fever, I can do what I can, but we're going to need a real potions master." She said, getting him inside and to his bed.
((ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ I hope you don't mind that I do the thing we were talking about?))
Back in Riften, behind closed doors, Megohime sat ontop of Masamune, straddling his hips as she kissed down his shoulder. She rolled her hips slowly, dress skirt hiked up around her hips and weak moans coming from her throat as she teased him, grinding against his hardening manhood, but keeping her movements slow and deep. But even though they were partaking in such an intamate act, there was no love in it, only desire, but neither of them seemed to care much.