Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
AN: Happy New Year- here's something new!
When I had my large set-back due to computer issues- I got a new one and this came outta my need to start fresh. I'm hoping this will spark inspiration between the long chaps of other fics- and hopefully make someone else out there happy!
This series will bounce between past and present to reveal background.
Because this w/b a random drabble series I don't feel too guilty about posting it. I had intended to wait until other fics were wrapped up, but… *sigh* The "newness" pulled at me!
I just thought that my fav fella could use a "pet". Bwahahaha
Summary: A drabble series about a Yokai bound to one familiar stoic stud that finds himself at the mercy of her beastly nature. But in this tale the lines will blur. In the end who is the true "demon"? A dirty-fun romp w/ a twist.
It does earn its 'M' rating soon, so please be mindful of this.
Ookami Bound
She Stalks by Night
The chirp of crickets accompanied the occasional splash of the reflecting pool, a night symphony that normally helped ease his nerves at least enough to relax if not sleep. But on this night with silvery light reaching brilliant fingers through the shoji, he was left anxious- awaiting the arrival of his agitated servant. He sighed as he heard the familiar tread of bare feet on the wooden floors- an intentional fall of normally silent steps to warn of their coming.
Grey eyes opened to stare into the shadowy rafters as the shoji slid back and he heard a whimper. He steeled himself for the pleading hazel gaze that would accompany the plaintive sounds meant to sway him.
"Master." The rather high, yet somehow purr-like voice whispered through pouted lips.
He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing to further temper his resolve, "Yes?"
"Master." The very feminine voice became more imploring and even higher.
His jaw clenched. He hated that tone. It wrenched a reaction from him almost instantly. Eyes narrowed still to prove his irritation he sat up to fix the creature with a cold stare.
There was no flinching to his face, even as he consciously faltered at the sight of the demon in his doorway.
She had taken to swiping clothing from his younger sister and fitting her slightly larger- more supple frame into her garments. As Rukia was consistently flitting about between one world and the next she barely noticed. She certainly would not miss a plain ribbed tank-top and one of hundreds of pairs of collectible Chappy skivvies she hid away in her trunk.
On this woman, petite framed, and slight of stature as his sister, yet curvy, the panties barely covered her bottom and the tank top clung to her like a second skin. Her dark nipples poked at the thin fabric of the shirt. As it was she stood with her hands wound in the top and her knees angled inward as she fidgeted. The picture she painted was that of an anxious teen and not that of an earthbound demon anchored to a human body.
She licked her lips her head bowed as she looked up at him through her pale lashes, and he could barely swallow the knot in his throat (or for that matter hide the bulge tenting his sheets).
Still he managed to sound stern as he glared at her, "What is it? Speak."
She further twisted the fabric in her hands exposing her bellybutton as she struggled to find the words, "Master- I- I- the moon- I-,"
"Tsukiko." He hissed her name through his teeth as he shut his eyes to the sight of her- the pounding of his heart in his ears, blood pumping to specific parts of his body making it hard to concentrate on his anger despite his tone.
She took a quick step into the room, into the pool of moonlight that made her eyes glow and set fire to the unusual shade of almost translucent hair. Pulling down on her shirt and pressing her thighs together more tightly she squirmed as she begged him, "Pet me, Master… please!"
AN: Well- that will likely be the longest chapter- though I've said that before about other fics so yeah… But seriously- in order to keep up this has to be a drabble series and I'm going to try to round chapters out at between 200-300 (what can I say I need wiggle-room- soooo undisciplined) words. Wish me luck!
Much thanks for reading!