Greetings all! This is my first posted fic so help me out some. Just for note, I'll probably take it down and upload it again every once in a while just so all the bugs can get out. Anyway, there is a bit of irony in this—I can't STAND Lady Kayura! But she was a good engine and I have managed to treat her relatively well, so fear not Kayura fans, I promise she's OK.^^ Enjoy!
(I don't own any of the characters in this story, except maybe one or two—I just write about'em)
Weavers of Circumstance"It is almost time."
"Yes my lord."
"…I am worried though."
"Why is that?"
"I risk much being so tied."
"I will not matter in the end. Both realms shall swiftly fall before you."
"I am aware…but the means are so natal."
"It is the only way to secure yourself on their plain."
"Very will. Has a suitable host been chosen?"
"Yes my lord."
"Good. Let it be done."
Kayura sat quietly on the floor in her bare room. She had been reading a book by candlelight for some time. Finishing another page, she decided to stop there. Placing the book down beside her, she stretched leisurely upward giving out a small sigh. Perhaps some fresh air was in order. Standing, she moved to the door. Slipping into her sandals, she exited the room unaware of the figure that stood in the shadows to the rear of her chamber.
"Perfect."
Several minutes later, Kayura found herself looking over a bridge crossing a pond in one of the Dynasty's numerous gardens. It was the South Garden, the biggest in the complex. The crystal clear water of the pond came from a small waterfall at the far end of the bank. Carp and other small fish swam about it lazily. Frogs on lily pads sounded softly as dragonflies hovered about the water's surface—the water itself seemed to shoot the breeze. Kayura gave a contented sigh; there were few places in the Dynasty that allowed for this kind of mind easing tranquility.
Coming out of her musings, Kayura noticed a man in a long dark garment not far from her. Long black hair outlined a sharp, deathly pale face; his eyes were closed.
"Who are you?" Kayura inquired of the stranger. His eyes slowly opened to reveal a pair of piercing light-gray eyes; the sight of which sending shivers down Kayura's spine. The man walked to her until he was at the end of the bridge, which was not far from where she stood. Kayura studied him closely. He was a handsome fellow with sharp features. He had a long slender nose and small lips, almond shaped eyes into which wild bangs fell, and a perfectly flawless face. His shoulders were broad and he was tall—if put next to him, Kayura would have been a best a foot and a half shorter. From the look of it, his garment consisted of a long-necked chemise, a cloak, and what appeared to be an ankle-length dress, accented with a belt no less. There was a split up the center to his waist that revealed a pair of dark pants. On his feet were boots that came to just below the knee; they were black and heavy with several belt straps running the length of it. "I asked you who you were, answer me." She said, annoyed by his silence after too much time had passed.
"My name is Soja-no; I came bearing your destiny." He replied in a low, cool voice. Kayura raised a confused brow. "Humph. I don't know what you're talking about; I suggest you leave now before you are met with an unpleasant confrontation."
His eyes suddenly darkened, and a wicked grin spread across his face. "The only one meeting an 'unpleasant confrontation' is you." He leapt swiftly, and before Kayura could react, her world when black.
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She didn't know how long she was out for, but when she awoke, Kayura found herself in a large dark space. Dismissing this fact, she quickly climbed to her feet to transform into her battle regalia. However she was stopped short when a blow to the head knocked her to the ground. Rolling onto her back, she attempted to stand again. Only this time the floor itself halted her movements. Long boil-covered cords swiftly entangled her, winding themselves tightly around her wrists, ankles, waist and neck. Effectively pinned, Kayura soon ceased her struggles. Everything grew still; her eyes darted about quickly trying to find something, anything. All she could see though was a strange mist that ebbed and swirled high above her head. Upon hearing footsteps, her heart began to race with panic. The footsteps stopped and into her view came the man from the bridge.
"Release me!" Kayura hissed with a furrowed brow and clenched teeth. The man chuckled. "Masking your fear with anger. How human. Only though I would expect it more from the males of your species."
"What do you want from me?!"
"I told you. The inception of your providence begins with me."
"What are you talking about?" She growled.
He chuckled more. "You are the womb of a new era. You've been specially selected for a most important task. Heh, you should feel honored, for you stand on the cusp of the greatest chapter in your pathetic little existence."
In his words, her bonds shifted, positioning Kayura frontally to face her captor.
"What are you going to do?" Her voice laced with worry.
He grinned evilly again, large black leathery wings sprouting from his back as he did so. The irises of his gray eyes disappeared and his pale flesh turned into a solid pewter gray. His wear faded off of him to reveal a lithe muscular nude body. Kayura took one look at his appendage and felt her heart stop with realization. "You wouldn't dare!"
The demon chuckled deeply in his throat. "Virgin, virgin."
Kayura gasped as fear began to clam her. The demon looked upward. Kayura blinked once and flowed his gaze. Above them floated a black sphere about the size of a softball. The demon extended his hands and the sphere floated down to hover above his palms. He looked at her then grinned again. Taking the ball, he pressed it to his abdomen. Kayura watched as his face contorted into what looked like pain as he slowly pushed the sphere into his navel. Her eyes grew wide with mounting horror as the navel expanded around the ball, swallowing the object into himself. He continued to grunt in discomfort until the sphere was completely inside of him. "Now…" He stepped to Kayura and lifted the long flowing kimono up to her waist. "Shall we begin?"
"NO!" She bellowed as she crushed her legs together. "Come now, let us not be difficult. I promise you no discomfort."
"No, I don't care! Leave me alone and let me go!" She continued to shriek as she futilely struggled against her bonds. Two black cords grew up from the floor and wrapped themselves around her thighs, pulling them open. Kayura strained with all her might to keep them together. Rebel as she did, the cords succeeded in revealing her opening; tears filled her tightly shut eyes as she whimpered in her helplessness. A moment later, Kayura could feel him slide easily into her, and she was confused. She had expected great pain from the breaching of her barrier, but felt nothing except the long even strokes that sent waves of pleasurable sensation through her. Kayura sighed breathlessly as her body and mind swam with sexual stimulation. The only thing she could think of was the ease of his thrusts and his unexpected gentleness. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, but god it felt good! Kayura moaned in time with his motions as her head swayed back and forth with the heat of his length edging her toward completion. Suddenly her breath hitched, and her body clenched and shuttered. It was the most delicious sensation she had ever experienced in her life. After a moment, her body relaxed and Kayura's eyes fluttered closed.
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Kayura jolted awake. Disoriented, she began to move her head, but grabbed the side of her neck to massage a terrible crick that stiffened it. Her lower back was pained as well; it cracked loudly as she arched the kinks out of it. Grumbling, she took notice of the item clutched in her other hand—it was the book she had been reading, thumb still holding her place. Kayura was in fact, back in her room.
'My god, was that a dream?' She wondered in confusion. But it couldn't have been, it was too real—it felt too real. Suddenly a sense of dread washed over her; 'I know I didn't fall asleep.' Kayura debated. Was her ability to discern fantasy and reality beginning to wane? She rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Whatever. It was a dream, a very vivid dream—forget about it."