Dashoga reveled in the passion of her kiss. He was utterly and completely surprised by it. This was the true passion that he had always yearned to experience, but never had. He didn't resist as she pulled him closer to her. His heart hammered in his chest as he kissed back with equal ferocity. He could feel himself panting softly. He could feel the desire flooding his form and causing him to stiffen completely.<br/><br/>And then she pulled away. The emperor gasped, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to collect himself. He was enthralled.<br/><br/>"A proper servant, you say?" Daishoga asked, his eyes locked on her own once again. He smirked. "Now you care about being a proper servant? Just previously you were sharing your feelings with me and offering your opinions. I'm certain that a proper servant would do none of these things. You are the second person to look at me as a human rather than an inhumane monster. The other person was my mother. I have lived my entire life listening to the stories, listening to the rumors. I began to believe them myself. Yet you, who likely grew up around the same tales, have chosen to look past that."<br/><br/>He reached out and grasped her hands, pulling them up to his face. He placed them upon his cheeks as he continued to gaze into her eyes.<br/><br/>"It is clear that you do not know how a proper servant is supposed to act. You're merely acting the part. You're trying to do what you feel a servant would do in each situation. And, for the most part, you're failing miserably. But I am happy with that failure. Because you are a person. You are unique. And you cannot hide the fire from your eyes nor your actions from me any longer. You have revealed yourself to me. And I loved it. I loved every second our sin. Do not mistake me for another man. I do not want a wooden board to lay beneath me. I yearn for that fire...that passion....I yearn for you. Specifically, you."<br/><br/>Daishoga grasped her hands and pulled her arms around his neck as he leaned forward and pushed her onto her back, positioning himself over her.<br/><br/>"And I know that you crave the fire. I know that you crave the passion," Daishoga whispered, his mouth against her ear now. "Please...release yourself of what you feel is "proper" because in this bed there is absolutely no room for propriety. If you can look at me and see past the monster that everyone else sees, then allow me to look at you and see past the personal servant."<br/><br/>He nipped her ear gently and then moved his face so that he could kiss her once again with that reckless abandon. He held back nothing at this point. The fire gnawed at every fiber of his being and he reveled in it. This was an incredible sensation that he had never quite experienced before. Daishoga didn't want it to end. He wanted to embrace it and enjoy it and dive into it. One of his hands placed itself upon her shoulder, trailing down to her breasts, and squeezing softly. He teased her nipple between his finger and thumb.<br/><br/>Daishoga finally freed her lips from her own quite reluctantly and pressed his forehead against her own.<br/><br/>"Do you want me, Sage?" Daishoga's breath was little more than a gasped whisper. His heart was hammering in his chest and his hand rested against her breast, no longer moving. The emperor wanted to hear what she would say. He wanted her approval. It was insane that the emperor, that he would seek her approval when it should have been the other way around. Or at least that is what tradition demanded. But nothing about this was traditional.<br/><br/>Her words of "princess in disguise" had certainly not passed him by unnoticed. He simply chose to address that at a later time.