Euphoria

Summary: She could see the desire pooling in his emerald orbs as he looked straight into her eyes and in a voice, low and husky, said simply, "I want you."

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Chapter 2

Botan stepped in the ward with slightly shaky legs, her trembling mouth parting to allow the softest sigh to escape into the cold air. Walking over to the bed, the ferry girl studied the fox demon that laid there. With his eyes closed, Botan couldn't help but notice how long and pretty his eyelashes were. Kurama's chest moved up and down in sync with his steady breathing, and she stared at the silky red locks spread around his head like a halo. For a moment, she reached a hand to touch him, only to halt mid-way in her movements. Letting her fingers hover merely an inch from his face, Botan then pulled away and let it drop to her lap. The conversation she had with Koenma and the others earlier still dwelled in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a little… off.

It wouldn't be an overstatement to say she was, even in the slightest bit, attracted to the fox. After all, with his features – his pointed chin, fair skin, rounded cheeks, full, soft lips and those vibrant emerald irises – who wouldn't? The attraction grew deeper throughout the years as she got to know him better, to the point it had even blossomed into, dare she say it, love. But, to say that she would go as far as sleeping with him… wasn't… entirely true. She would admit that she'd dreamt of touching him in such an intimate way before, only containing her desires due to the fact that they were merely friends and that he would never want her, but to have sex with him when she knew he'd be under the influence of the aphrodisiac… was a bit hurtful and disappointing. If they were to make love, Botan thought it would be more romantic than… sexual. But, she knew she had no choice. Kuwabara was right. It was better if she did it, rather than a complete stranger. And even though such actions were forbidden according to Reikai's laws, Botan was certain that Koenma would undoubtedly back her up and convince his father not to punish them.

But, would it really be alright? Would Kurama hate her for sleeping with him under these circumstances? The image of his lips tugged down into an angry, thin line, his green eyes dark, reflecting nothing but disgust with her came into mind, and she shivered. No, I can't think like that. If I don't do this, I might be risking his life. And I can't have that. Besides, would she accept it if he slept with another woman?

She already knew the answer before she even asked it herself;

no, she wouldn't.

Botan snapped out of her musings as she heard Kurama shift in the bed, the creaking sound that followed his actions reaching her ears. She averted her eyes to him, watching as he turned his head to the side and grunted, but still, he didn't open his eyes. Her eyes grew wide as she realized that the redhead was waking up. For a moment, she considered bolting for the exit, but stopped herself as he began letting out a violent fit of coughs. Worry replaced fear and she was soon standing close to him, one arm wrapped around his back as the other found a place on his shoulder.

"Kurama?" she called, voice in a deep concern, "Are you okay? Do you need me to get you something? Kurama?" she asked, though a cough was her only answer. Trepidation over something bad occuring to him gripped at her sides and she quickly whirled her head to the door. "Koe—"

Her words were promptly cut short as a hand grabbed her wrist and tugged her down to the bed, causing a startled cry to escape her lips. It was all a blur, and it all happened all too fast, but by the time she opened her eyes, she found a pair of dark forest green staring back at her.

"K-Kurama?" His name left her in a fearful whisper. The desire clouding his eyes were unmistakable and for some reason, it scared her. When she peered around, she saw that his legs were between hers, her eyes then catching the bulge in his pants. She blushed and looked away, but callous fingers soon found her chin, forcing her to face the fox once more.

Kurama's eyelids were heavy, half-lidded, and Botan could see slight flickers of smoldering gold peeking through them as he eyed her hungrily. Heart palpitating wildly in her chest, Botan tried to avert her gaze somewhere else, but found that she couldn't break off his intense stare. Red crept up her cheeks as she watched him dart his tongue out, the wet appendage licking at his lips, almost as if he was about to savor a sweet treat. The room was devoid from any sound except for his heavy pants as Botan felt him stealthily slid his knee higher against her thigh, forcing her skirt to hike up a little and causing the ferry girl to feel a bit exposed.

Then, all of a sudden, as if he just snapped out of a trance, he blinked once, twice and she could see the humanity return in his emerald eyes.

"Botan?" he said her name in a hoarse whisper, a look of recognition crossing his face. "What are you…" he started, but then trailed off and went to pull away. She felt the warmth of his body gradually leaving her, and that was the moment Kuwabara's words echoed in her mind:

"He could die."

And before she realized it, she was already sitting up from the bed with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, clinging to him like life itself. She felt Kurama's body turn into a rigid line at the feel of her supple figure against the hard contours of his form, and heard a growl rumble from his chest as he took her by the shoulders and tried to shove her off of him.

"Please," she begged as he managed to gain an inch of distance between them, "Please, don't leave." She looked up and saw him staring at her hard, his eyes sharp and narrowed and his mouth tugged down in an angry frown.

She pleaded him with her eyes and went on, "Look, it's okay." He didn't seem all convinced and she said it out loud: "It's fine. I don't mind. You can… d-do anything you want with me." She gaped at him, seeking for an answer from his features. Although, he remained as stern as ever, unmoving and unresponsive. Her eyes started to water and her head drooped down. "Please, Kurama. I don't want to lose you." Her words left her in a hushed whisper, almost as if she was afraid that he would leave if she didn't say them.

For a moment, the fox was silent and Botan feared that his mind was really set on leaving. She gripped tightly to his shirt, and before she could start begging again, another growl reached her ears, causing her to lift her head and peer at the redhead.

Kurama looked straight into her eyes, then, in a firm voice, said the words, "Don't regret this."

And she hesitated only for a second, before she shook her head. "No, I won't."

That seemed to be all the permission he needed, and he pushed her down to the bed again, his hot mouth slamming against hers in a heated kiss. Botan responded with equal fervor, realizing that somewhere in her heart, this was what she yearned for for so very long. Their heads moved back and forth for a few moments, his mouth rough on her soft lips. He bit the bottom half of her lip, and she let out a small, endearing whimper, the action allowing him to dive his tongue into her wet cavern. Botan moaned in the kiss, arching her back as his hand found her breast, palming the soft mound. The wet appendage streaked slowly and teasingly from her teeth, to the roof of her mouth, the insides of her cheeks, until finally it found hers. A heat began to burn in the pit of her stomach and she stroked back as his tongue moved against hers.

Kurama's other hand roamed over every inch of her body, before resting on her hips and giving them a tight squeeze. Botan yelped, breaking off the kiss and throwing her head back. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet, vanilla scent before pulling away and gazing at her half-lidded, now glazed over with lust, dark purple irises. His eyes met hers, and his hands flew to her shirt, ripping it, along with her bra, in half with one, quick, and easy tug. He relished in the gasp he managed to elicit from her in return, a seductive grin curving at the corners of his lips as she threw him a half-angry look.

The expression felled from her features as his warm hands slid up and down her waist, causing her body to shake as they danced slowly closer and closer to where she wanted him. A small whimper slipped out of her mouth and Kurama smirked. Finally, his fingers found her panties, stroking her through the linen fabric. He rubbed her two or three more times before he pulled apart momentarily to slide the underwear down her smooth legs. His mouth hanging apart, Kurama seemed to drool as his gaze fixated on the jewel between her thighs. Her pussy was wet and dripping with need, the lips pink and swollen. Pre-cum trickled from her hole and down to the mattress and he had to swallow a lump to contain himself as he flicked his eyes back to her face. Botan's cheeks flushed bright red, timid and shy, and he couldn't help but smile as he found the look awfully adorable.

A delightful shiver traveled down Botan's spine as he dipped a finger teasingly between her folds, running it up and down her clit in an agonizingly slow, teasing pace. Biting her lip, she shut her eyes tight as she begged, "Please, Kurama."

He grinned evilly at her. "Please what?"

Botan blushed, too embarrassed to say out loud what she needed. She went to turn her head away, but the fox would have none of that.

"No," he growled as his fingers found her chin, tilting her head back to face him. Her shy gaze met with his dark one, then came the order: "Look at me and say it."

"B-but—"

"Say it," he repeated, voice lower, but firmer, "I want you to hear you say it."

Botan stared back at him, the predatory gleam in his rich emeralds causing her to grow impossibly wetter against his fingers and she bucked her hips. "P-Please," she started, trying to withhold eye contact as she finished, "s-suck it."

There! She said it. He couldn't possibly deny her, could he?

Kurama gave out a satisfied smirk, before bending down, head disappearing between her legs. His lips found her pussy, and he could have sworn Botan let out the most estatic cry he ever had the pleasure of hearing. He opened his mouth to permit the slightest taste of her juices on his tongue, a throaty groan muffled in his throat as he flicked it up and down her clit. Botan's body jerked up and his hands instantly found her hips, keeping her still and against his hot mouth.

With her loud mewls and cries of his name serving to only add to his arousal and as encouragement, he went all in, running his tongue deep into her pussy until it couldn't go anymore, hitting every sensitive spot he could find and reducing the girl into a quivering mess. Moaning, Botan reached a hand to touch his head, forcing him impossibly deeper into her while he greedily lapped her up, thrusting and flicking his tongue in magical ways that made her see stars. It wasn't as if she never had a guy go down on her –no, in fact, most of them were fairly good, but this was so different. Other men had been all about the power – they fucked hard and fast until the end, but with Kurama, it was slow and torturous, drawing out every wave of pleasure in the most intense way possible.

Botan could feel something building inside her and her moans grew faster and louder, her breath labored as she bucked her hips wildly against his tongue. Kurama was still going at it faster than ever, his fingers digging almost painfully into the plump skin of her ass. But, it was already getting too much. She knew she wouldn't last any longer.

"Kurama, I-I'm gonna…" she tried to say, only to fall off short as her words died down in her throat, replaced with pleasured whimpers.

"God yes," Kurama gasped out in between the hard strokes and swirls of his tongue, "come for me. Come for me and scream my name out loud so that everyone knows that you are mine," he growled, the dirty words and the possessiveness dripping in his voice bringing her closer over the edge as he thrusted his tongue once, twice into her. And that was all it took; that was all it took for everything to melt into one mind blowing feeling of intense pleasure as she came all over his face, tightening around his tongue harder than she ever had before. She screamed his name while he finished lapping up her juices, swallowing every bit of it until she overrode her high.

"K-Kurama, please," she begged with a shaky breath as he pulled his head apart from her legs and licked the remnants of her come of his lips. Her pleading amethysts found his lustful emeralds, and she whispered, "I want you in me."

A growl, almost animalistic, rumbled in his chest as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling it down and throwing it over his shoulder in one, quick motion. He positioned himself at her pulsing center, the tip of his cock teasing her between her folds and it took every ounce of control in her not to ram herself against him.

Without warning, Kurama forced himself deep into her, the pleasure she felt immediate. He was not at all gentle, not even giving her a moment to adjust to his size –and he was big. He sunk himself hilt deep into her, pulling almost all the way out, and then sinking in yet again. Botan tried hard to keep quiet, but the moans seemed to slip uncontrollably out of her, increasing in volume each time he buried his cock deep inside of her. Her hand traveled down between her legs to touch herself, before Kurama grabbed it and pinned it above her head against the headboard. He leaned in by her ear, biting down –hard.

"I'm going to make you come, Botan," he swore, his eyes dark and smoldering as he pulled away to meet her gaze, "Don't even think about touching yourself."

"Please," Botan moaned, "Faster, harder –please."

Kurama complied, driving in and out of her at a near incomprehensible speed. Grunts began to escape from his mouth and it turned her on even more as the sound of skin slapping skin reverberated in the room. One of his hands grabbed on to her hips and guided her against him. Botan understood what he wanted her to do and began to buck her hips against him, her movements urgent and lacking any technique, but further increasing the pleasure. The fox let out a loud moan of appreciation as her hips met his, and Botan flicked her gaze down to his face, realizing that his eyes had drooped close as his mouth parted to form her name. His cock slid in and out of her at an inhuman pace, the pleasure building deep within her stomach. The hand that had been busy pinning her wrist above her head pulled her closer against him and suddenly, he was able to hit an entirely new angle deep within her.

Botan threw her head back and screamed loudly in pleasure, "Oh, god, please. More, more!" she begged, just as Kurama buried his head in the crook of her neck, a growl leaving his lips and his hot breath fanning against her skin. He increased his speed even more, hitting the spot within her harder and harder with each thrust. He pounded into her almost animalistically, forcing her to scream again and again in intense pleasure. Every thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge, and Botan could feel herself beginning to fall.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god! Yes!" Her vision exploded into white, pure pleasure rolling in waves throughout her entire body, the coil within her stomach unraveling with force as her orgasm broke through every wall in her. Botan took in greedy inhales of air, and as she descended from her high, she became aware of the fact that Kurama still continued to ram into her, his face tight in concentration. He was fighting to hold his own climax back, wanting to make her came once more.

"God, you feel so good," he moaned, his breathing ragged and heavym "So tight, so hot, so…" His eyes opened, then focused on her, "…beautiful." Botan blushed at the compliment, but said nothing and merely watched him as sweat dripped off of him, his body glistening in the dimly lit room. The hand that had been holding her against him traveled down to her clit and he began to rub in small circles. Again Botan could feel the pleasure building up in her again, less than five seconds after her last orgasm. Kurama pushed himself deep within her, rubbing her swollen clit with force as he thrust into her. His moans were increasing in volume, turning her on even more even though she were still sensitive.

He leaned his forehead forward to touch hers, his mouth falling open and his deep breaths of pleasure fanning out across her lips. "Say my name," he whispered, his voice nearly inaudible. "Say my name." He continued to thrust into her, whispering her name in pleasure. "Botan, Botan, Botan," he groaned his broken mantra.

She closed her eyes. "Kurama," she whispered, relishing in the breathy sigh that escaped his lips as his name rolled off her tongue perfectly. "Kurama, Kurama." The fire continued to build, and with a powerful thrust into her, she felled apart into pure white bliss, his name falling out her lips in an almost desperate whimper.

Kurama groaned, and with one last thrust, came inside her.

As she sunk down from yet another high, Botan could feel him pull out of her, his come trickling down her thigh. He collapsed at her side, trying to catch his breath and she took that moment to shift slightly and lie her head on his chest. His hand instantly found her hair, fingers weaving through and curling around her soft sky blue tresses. Exhausted, Botan yawned, growing sleepy with each passing minute. Kurama smiled at this, then bent down to kiss her forehead.

Botan's eyelids slowly slid close, her consciousness gradually drifting into the land of dreams. However, before sleep completely overtook her, she could hear him softly whisper into her ear:

"Thank you."