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Kurama's Unease
Tsuko was surrounded in darkness. She felt a caress on her cheek and the worried voice of someone familiar. She opened her eyes to see Kurama's chin. She was pressed against his chest as he carried her bridal style, running back for the house. His hair was what caressed her cheek. She could hear the thick beat of his heart against her ear.
"Ku…rama?" she said, still slightly out of it.
He looked down, "Just rest, I'm getting you home."
Tsuko didn't know if he said anything more or what else happened because she felt herself being pulled back into the darkness.
She could hear voices. She recognized them as Hiei, Kurama and Yusuke. From the sounds of it, Hiei and Yusuke we're going to go out on a patrol and find out where she'd been. She sat up when she heard the door click closed. Kurama put a hand on her shoulder. The blanket around Tsuko's shoulder fell and she felt the breeze. She quickly pulled the blanket back up to cover her bare chest.
"Are you all right?" Kurama asked, worried.
"Yeah, I think," Tsuko said, slightly embarrassed. "What happened"
"I was hoping you could tell me," Kurama sighed. "I got worried when you didn't come back for dinner and went to look for you. I found you naked in the woods. Do you remember anything?" he asked.
Tsuko shook her head, "No. Damn it," she rubbed her head and felt the band aid. "Did I cut my head"
"Not seriously, but it was bleeding"
"Damn…"
Kurama moved his hand to his lap, it grazed over Tsuko's thigh and she felt a tingle tighten her body. Her breath shuddered. Kurama got worried.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked.
Tsuko could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck and lost all control once again. Before Kurama could react, she jumped on him. Her sudden weight made him topple off the bed and to the floor, with Tsuko riding his waist. She tore at his clothes; lifting his shirt up higher and higher and fumbling with his pants while rocking her body along his. Kurama was dumbfounded for a second before he grabbed her hands in hi own.
"Tsuko get a grip! What's come over you?" he asked.
Tsuko heard his words but still fought to have him. She tried to reason with herself. With her carnal desire to have him thrusting the meat of him in and out of her. That thought alone brought a strong image to her mind and nearly made her orgasm. She didn't want her first time with Kurama to be a meaningless fuck. She wanted it to be something special and memorable. She loved him too much to let this potion fuck up this. She grit her teeth against her urge.
"Kurama…help me," she sighed out as her body still fought to take him.
"Tsuko, what are you doing? What's wrong?" he asked and tried to sit up.
Tsuko pushed him back down, her hands now freed and on his shoulder. She moved one hand to the middle of his chest while her free hand slid down his body and under hers to free the part of his body that she craved most right now. She was so wet she could almost feel him pushing into her. She had opened his pants and slid her hand inside to greet him. Kurama flipped Tsuko off him and scooted back, a partial erection despite the desperate situation.
He tried to stand up but Tsuko was on him again. And this time one of his arms was pinned under his body and their combined weight. Tsuko grabbed his free arm and used her other hand to pull his growing meat free of his pants. She slid her hands over his hot throbbing penis. So firm and hard and yet soft at the same time. Her mind screamed at her to stop. Sure she wanted Kurama but not like this. She was practically raping him! That would surely fuck up any chance she had of being with him. A solo tear escaped her eye as she lowered herself unto Kurama.
She groaned loudly as he filled her. She rocked her hips on him and pushed against his body. Kurama's breath caught in his throat, his mind blanked, and all he could feel was pleasure. He began to push against Tsuko's hips, increasing the depth. Tsuko gasped and rode Kurama with an endless heightened pleasure. The lust potion seemed to make every cell sensitive to touch. It was wild! She felt a shift and soon she was on her back and Kurama was taking command of the fucking. And that's just what it was. Mindless fucking. Nothing special. Tsuko's screams came out in shuddering breaths as Kurama burrowed deeply into her and out again. She tossed her head side to side gasping and moaning. Her hands roamed his arms, shoulders, and back in an endless cycle. Her toes curled and uncurled as she pushed to Kurama's thrusts.
Breathing and pushing, faster and faster. The carpet beneath Tsuko was slick and slimy with body juices. And it got even more soaked as she climaxed. She let all the pleasurable tension spill out of her as she sighed long and shuddering. She panted beneath Kurama as he drove still for his own end. Tsuko's vision split and darkness consumed her once more.
A hard tension filled Kurama as he neared his finish. He realized Tsuko had passed out and that fact helped him craw inside his head more. He nearly panicked but managed to pull himself out of her before he spilled himself inside her. His semen and Tsuko's mixed on the carpet. Kurama put an arm on the bed and the other on his lap as he panted and caught his breath. He looked at the soon-to-be stain on the floor and at Tsuko. He sat down and put a hand across his eyes at the same time.
"Shit…" he muttered, breathlessly.
He sat there for a few minutes, letting his pulse calm down, before he stood up. He picked up Tsuko and laid her back into the bed, and covered her with the blanket. He looked back down at the stain and shook his head. Under normal conditions, it may have been an embarrassing accomplishment. But this…this was more like rape than anything else. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Tsuko had asked for help and he fucked her like there was no tomorrow. They weren't even going out! He combed his fingers through his hair and down his face again. He sighed and pulled on his clothes. Getting dressed would be a good fist idea, here's hoping for a better second. He looked down at the stain once more, and growled. He went to a closet and grabbed one of the towels inside and tossed it over the stain. He stepped on it, applying pressure to help it soak up what it could and then put Tsuko's nightstand over it. It would help cover the stain for now, as well as help dry it, and he could play it off as a closer table for having her some tea. Kurama glanced at Tsuko once more before he walked out the door to get tea to cover his plan and think on what the hell just happened and what to do about it.
