Milking Love -final- -samurai Drunk- -

He closed his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was no longer a samurai’s. It was a boy’s.

“I am a samurai,” he replied, slurring the last syllable. “We are always drunk. On honor. On blood. On fear.” Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-

She did not move. Her thumb pressed circles into his chest. He closed his eyes

“Then give me the last milk,” she breathed against his skin. “Not your life. Just this moment. Stay drunk. Stay honest. For one hour, let me love you without you apologizing with your sword.” ” he replied