The Wano moon was a perfect, luminous pearl hanging in an indigo sky, its gentle light filtering through the shoji screen of their private chambers in Kuri. Cherry blossom petals, like pale pink snow, drifted on the night breeze, carrying the sweet, ephemeral scent of spring. Kozuki Toki sat before her vanity, the polished wood reflecting her serene face. She ran a hand over the smooth silk of her kimono, the fabric cool against her skin. The world outside was Oden's—a world of boisterous laughter, clashing swords, and the heavy responsibility of a Daimyo. But in here, in this quiet sanctuary, the world was theirs alone. A faint smile graced her lips as she thought of him. Her husband. The man who had anchored her wandering soul, giving her a home not just in a place, but in a time. After centuries of leaping forward, she had finally found the moment she wanted to live in, all because of him.

Her heart, a steady drum against her ribs, quickened its beat as she heard his familiar, heavy footsteps approaching. The sound was unmistakable, full of the boundless energy that defined Kozuki Oden. The screen slid open, and he filled the doorway, a giant of a man whose presence seemed to make the very air thicker, charged with life. He had shed his outer haori, and his simple yukata was tied loosely at his waist, revealing the scarred, powerful expanse of his chest. His eyes, usually dancing with wild ambition and mirth, softened the moment they met hers. All the chaos of his day, the politics of Wano, the whispers of his enemies—it all melted away, leaving only the profound, unwavering love he held for her.

"Toki," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that she felt deep in her bones. He closed the screen behind him, shutting out the rest of the world. "I am home."

She rose gracefully, her movements fluid and deliberate. "Welcome home, my love." She met him in the center of the room, her smaller hands coming to rest on his powerful forearms. She could feel the heat of him, the sheer strength coiled in his muscles. Tilting her head back, she looked up into his face, memorizing the lines of exhaustion and contentment etched there. He smelled of sake, steel, and the crisp night air. He smelled like her Oden. He leaned down, and his lips captured hers in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding, a promise of the night to come. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of a day spent apart that felt like an eternity.

When they finally parted, their breath mingling in the quiet air, Oden's hands slid from her shoulders down her arms, his calloused thumbs stroking the delicate skin of her wrists. "The children are asleep?" he asked, his voice softer now, more intimate.

"Momonosuke and Hiyori are dreaming peacefully," she confirmed, her own hands beginning a journey of their own, tracing the powerful contours of his chest through the thin cotton of his yukata. "They miss their father, but they understand his duties."

"My duty, tonight," he murmured, his eyes darkening with a familiar, hungry fire, "is to my wife." He untied the obi of her kimono with a practiced ease, and the silk whispered as it parted, pooling at her feet like liquid moonlight. She stood before him in only her thin undergarment, her body a pale, lovely silhouette against the soft lamplight. His gaze roamed over her, adoring and possessive, making a delicious shiver run down her spine. He loved every part of her, from the elegant curve of her neck to the gentle swell of her hips, and he made sure she felt it in every glance, every touch.

She returned the favor, her nimble fingers working at the knot of his yukata. It fell open, revealing him in all his masculine glory. His body was a tapestry of his life's story, written in scars and honed muscle. Her eyes lingered on the taut planes of his abdomen and the thick, heavy promise of his manhood resting in a nest of dark hair. A wave of profound desire washed over her, a deep, aching need to feel him, to possess him as completely as he possessed her. Kneeling before him on the tatami mat, she took his hardened length into her hands. Her touch was reverent. This was the man who had changed her destiny, the father of her children, the fiery sun around which her world now revolved. Performing a loving handjob was more than a prelude to sex; it was an act of worship. Her palms were smooth against his heated skin, her fingers expertly stroking and caressing, learning his every texture, his every twitch of pleasure.

Oden groaned, his head falling back as he gripped her shoulders, his fingers flexing in the delicate flesh. "Toki... you have magic in your hands," he breathed, his voice thick with burgeoning pleasure. She watched his face, her own pleasure derived from his. The sight of this indomitable warrior, this future Shogun of Wano, undone by her touch, was an intoxicating thrill. She loved seeing him so vulnerable, so completely hers. She guided his erection with her hands, coating the swollen head with her own slickness before leaning forward, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken curtain. She wanted more. She wanted to taste him, to consume him.

Her lips, soft and warm, enclosed the tip of him. Oden hissed in a sharp breath, his body tensing. This was an intimacy that transcended the physical. For a woman of Wano, such an act was one of ultimate submission and devotion, a fact not lost on either of them. But for Toki, who had seen countless futures and pasts, this was simply an expression of a love that defied time itself. The blowjob was slow and deliberate at first, her tongue tracing every vein, savoring his musky, masculine taste. She drew him deeper into her mouth, her throat muscles relaxing to accommodate his impressive size. He was so thick, so powerful, filling her completely. Her own wetness was beginning to pool between her thighs, a testament to her building arousal.

Oden's hands moved from her shoulders to entangle themselves in her hair, not to pull, but to hold, to anchor himself as waves of unbelievable pleasure crashed through him. He could feel the passion in her every movement, the dedication in the way she worked to please him. Emboldened by his ragged groans, she pushed herself further, taking him deeper than ever before. This was no longer just a blowjob; it was a testament to her desire. She wanted to take all of him, to prove that there were no limits to her love or her body when it came to him. The challenge of a deepthroat was one she met with fierce determination. Her gag reflex protested, but she pushed through it, her love for him overriding the momentary discomfort. She felt the blunt tip of him press against the back of her throat, a sensation that was both overwhelming and incredibly erotic. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the connection between them. Oden let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking involuntarily. He was close, so close, and the sight of his powerful body trembling at her mercy sent a jolt of pure ecstasy through her.

"Enough, my love," he gasped, his voice strained. He gently pulled her away, his thumbs wiping the moisture from her chin. "I want to feel all of you. I need to be inside you." He lifted her with an ease that always stole her breath away and carried her to the futon laid out in the center of the room. He laid her down on the soft bedding, her body open and waiting for him. The moonlight painted silver stripes across her skin, and in that moment, he knew he was the luckiest man in the entire world, perhaps in any era. This woman, who had traveled through time itself, had chosen to stop for him. It was a truth that humbled him and fueled his passion in equal measure.

He knelt between her legs, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her core clench. But instead of entering her in the way she expected, he gently turned her over onto her stomach. "Toki," he whispered, his voice husky, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me love you completely tonight. Trust me." She knew what he was asking. It was a path of intimacy they had explored before, one that required absolute trust and surrender. She gave a small, eager nod, her heart pounding in her chest. For him, she would do anything. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, arching her back and presenting herself to him, an offering of pure love and submission.

He was slow and careful, his consideration for her a palpable thing. He used his fingers first, slick and gentle, preparing her, stretching her, whispering words of love and praise into her ear the entire time. She moaned, a low, keening sound of anticipation, her hips beginning to rock back against his touch. The feeling was tight, foreign, yet exhilarating. When he finally positioned the broad, heated head of his cock at her entrance, she held her breath. The initial pressure was immense, a feeling of being filled to her absolute limit. She whimpered, clutching the sheets beneath her. "Easy, my love," Oden soothed, his voice a calming balm. "Just breathe with me." He pushed forward with agonizing slowness, giving her body time to accept him. The anal penetration was a slow, deep invasion that lit up every nerve ending in her body. It was an entirely different kind of pleasure, a raw, primal feeling of being utterly claimed.

Once he was fully seated inside her, he remained still, letting them both acclimate to the incredible sensation. Her tight channel gripped him like a velvet fist, and he had to clench his jaw to maintain control. "Are you alright?" he murmured, his forehead resting against her back. She could only nod, unable to form words, her body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming fullness. Then, he began to move. His thrusts were long and deep, a powerful, steady rhythm that set her world tilting on its axis. Each forward push sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight to her core, while each retreat left her aching for more. The sounds in the room were of slick flesh meeting flesh, of her breathless moans and his deep, guttural grunts. This was the untamed side of their love, the wild, passionate core of the legendary Kozuki Oden, and she reveled in it, meeting his every powerful thrust with a desperate upward tilt of her hips.

She could feel his climax building, his movements becoming faster, more frantic. He gripped her hips, pulling her tightly against him as he drove into her one last time, his body going rigid. "Toki!" he roared, a primal, possessive sound that echoed in the quiet room. She felt the hot, pulsing flood of his release deep inside her, a searing wave of heat that seemed to brand her as his. The intense, internal pressure of the creampie sent her over the edge, her own orgasm crashing over her in a blinding, shuddering wave. Her body convulsed around him, milking every last drop of his seed from him as she screamed his name into the silken sheets.

For a long time, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Oden gently withdrew and pulled her into his arms, rolling her onto her back so she was nestled against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his heart still hammering against hers. She felt utterly complete, filled with his love and his essence. The quiet of the Wano night returned, broken only by the sound of their breathing. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her senses filled with the scent of him, the solid feel of his body wrapped around hers. This moment, this feeling, was what she had been searching for across eight hundred years. Here, in the arms of this magnificent man from the legendary One Piece world, she was no longer adrift in time. She was home.