Duty, Honor and Dirty Secrets

Here's a little something to add to my list of stories that I start and never finish. this one was inspired by Sean Hiruki and his links to epic Japanese mangas. I've waxed eloquent in the second chapter again, so no quick sex, if that's what you're looking for jump to the end of the chapter again.

The setting is feudal Japan sometime between the 17th and 18th century. I tried to keep p things as historically correct as I could. Let me know what you think about it, and if there is something that you would like to see happen.

Ok, updated as of 9/4/13. There is futa on female in chapter 2.

Without further ado,

Prologue

The infamous iron warrior, Samurai Tadayoshi Ishamaru was excited. He had sought out three different priestesses and they all agreed that his next child would be a boy. His own youth was long since spent and his health deteriorated with every passing day. Before the day was out however, he would finally have an heir to take over his rule and serve the Daimyo both faithfully and prosperously.

He stood in the main chamber of his large house in the center of his small town and felt more vulnerable than he had felt on any battlefield. He silently wished that he had his armor on, but that would appear cowardly and Ishamaru had never been a coward.

Nearly a dozen attendants lined the walls of the room awaiting his commands, if necessary. Most of the women were assisting with the birth but one remained in the room with him. She was a pretty little sparrow that he recalled fondly. His wife was wise though, and none of her attendants was able to bear children and potentially overtake her place.

The screaming stopped very abruptly and Ishamaru's heart skipped a beat. His expression never changed however. There would be an appropriate time to mourn his wife. For now, he would focus on celebrating the birth of his son. Just seconds later a small, shrill scream filled the air. His voice wasn't nearly as strong as his mother's voice, but in his father's ears his was louder than anything he had ever heard.

He allowed himself a slight smile for the joyous occasion and held his arms out to the midwife as she came out of the birthing room with a small bundle swaddled in her arms. The woman's face was drooped in dismay. She shook her head slightly as she approached the warrior. Ishamaru could hear the crying of the baby, but he feared the child might be deformed. However, he never even considered what the true problem would be.

Ishamaru's hands dropped to his sides as the woman opened the swaddling blanket to expose the small pink body of a baby girl.

"It's a girl." The woman's gravely voice proclaimed to the room.

Ishamaru's heart tightened painfully as he realized the full implications of this event. The neighboring samurai would soon descend to start carving away pieces of his land. More importantly, without a leader, the powerful house of Tadayoshi would lose it's position near to the ear of the Emporer,