Thanks to my beta xfang-girlx for going over this for me with a literary fine toothed comb. I appreciate the help as always.
Coyote had just unlatched the stable doors when they flew open. He jumped back swiftly to avoid getting smacked by the doors and lost his footing which caused him to fall on his behind. Although it would not do much good, instinctively he shielded his face with his arm when the horse reared up and released an ear shattering, shrieking whinny.
"Whoa! Whoa, there!" Yumiko called to the horse in a voice with strained tranquility. Leaning forward, she clung to her steed's thick black neck as he pawed the air angrily from being startled. Looking down she saw what, or rather who, had frightened the horse: Coyote lay on the ground immobile at the moment, probably from shock. She knew when the horse came down, his hooves would land on the helpless man's chest which would most likely kill him. While still holding on to the horse's neck, she leaned all of her weight to the side in hopes it would offset his balance and make him fall on his side. The horse was a war horse and had been trained to take a fall, however, she had not.
Coyote moved his arm when he heard the thunderous thud of a great weight crashing to the ground which tremored under him. He opened his eyes to see the black stallion struggling to his feet before the beast nonchalantly cantered back into the stable to his stall. His eyes next fell on the still figure on the ground wrapped in a black cloak.
"Yumiko!" he gasped, crawling over to her. He took a moment to gather his wits before pulling back the black cloak. There was no blood or marks on her face. His hands began moving over her body checking for damage. As his hands slid up her ribs and accidentally grazed her breasts, he received a jaw jarring slap across the cheek.
"Damn, pervert! Isn't one woman a night enough? Bastard!" she screamed in a rage, pulling back her hand to slap him again.
This time Coyote was ready and grabbed her wrist. He held her death inducing gaze and could feel the hatred radiating from her. "Oh, yeah, you're going to be just fine aren't you?"
"Let me go! Let me go!" she howled like a trapped animal, kicking at him after he secured her other wrist.
Coyote fell forward since he was already in an awkward position holding her wrists to keep her from hitting him. He landed on top of her which only seemed to enrage her more. Holding on to her wrists, he risked bruised ribs and permanent hearing loss as she bucked like the horse she had just been on and screamed at the top of her voice. Stubbornly refusing to let go, he lowered his whole weight onto her to hold her still and waited until her voice began to grow coarse and die away to a raspy whisper.
"You dirty, disgusting bastard," she moaned in a coarse whisper. Her body shook with a sob as tears ran across her temples and disappeared into her hair. "I hate you. I hate you."
"If you did, you wouldn't care. You wouldn't be so upset right now if you truly didn't love me," he said, looking down at her as she squeezed her eyes shut tight to avoid looking at him.
"You fu - " Her words were cut off by a kiss. Unable to scream not only from his lips but from her raw throat, she lay still under him because her tortured muscles would not allow her to move.
"Don't say such things," he whispered to her, nuzzling her nose with his. "I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't - "
"Then what the hell were you doing?" she demanded, opening her eyes to give him a lethal glare.
"She came to me while I was asleep. I was dreaming about you. I thought it was you in a dream," he explained, gazing into her to eyes. "I know it's a paltry excuse, even to my own ears, but it's the truth. Please, Yumiko, please believe me."
"Why should I?" she questioned him, struggling to free herself with a burst of physical strength brought on by her untamed anger.
"I love you. You're the only one I want," he said, releasing her wrists. If she wanted to slap him she could, but he wanted to touch her. His fingertips lay along her jaw as his eyes focused on her lips that were slightly parted while she panted for air.
"Really? Am I really?" she inquired with disdain, still not believing him although she wanted to. Her lower lip began to quiver with emotion and need as he continued to stare at it hungrily. She was unable to contain the gasp of surprise from his emotion laden eyes as they flickered up to hers. Disinterest had been replaced by sadness and wanton need.
"Yes," he murmured breathlessly. "You're everything I want...and need."
Yumiko slid her hands around his neck and curled her fingers into his thick wavy hair. She pulled his mouth down to hers with a crushing force while pushing her pelvis up into his. Her tongue slid between his lips to seek his. A moan escaped her when his hips moved again, pressing his manhood against her. Confusion overwhelmed her overstimulated brain when he removed his lips from hers with a jerk of his head.
"I want to save you. I want you to be my wife first," he told her, looking into her eyes that were glazed with unrepentant desire.
"Oh, my god, Coyote! The one time you want to be proper and do the right thing in your life, it has to be now," she lamented, pushing on his chest to make him move.
"If not now, when?" he asked, thoroughly baffled by her behavior. She seemed to have that effect on him quite frequently. It was getting annoying.
"How about when it's time for you to take the throne? Fight for it! Fight to stay king. Do the right thing then," she said, sitting up to stare at him with piercing clarity to get her point across. "Fight for my kingdom...your kingdom. And fight for me."
Coyote sighed noisily, avoiding her gaze that penetrated him straight through to his heart. He stood up, aggravated not with her but with himself this time. If she had not added the last part, he might have been able to ignore her plea, to dismiss it totally from his consciousness. Reaching down her pulled her to feet and attempted to lead her to the castle, but she refused to move.
"Promise me," she persisted, digging the heels of her boots into the ground.
"Yumiko, please, it's late and we need sleep," he muttered, tugging on her arm but her body did not budge one inch. Whirling around to glare at her, he allowed his temper to lead and yelled, "You irritating, hard headed, opinionated woman!"
"Is that the best you've got?" she challenged him, snatching her hand out of his.
Coyote pressed his lips together, glaring at her in extreme agitation. Leaning down in front of her, he hit her below the knees with his shoulder and hefted her over like a sack of grain.
"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" she screamed as he entered the stable and began to climb the ladder to the hayloft. She did not kick or flail her arms for fear he would drop her during the ascent. Her stomach lurched with the anticipation of what might be about to happen when he unceremoniously flung her onto her back into the thick pile of hay.
Coyote dropped down to his knees between her legs that were splayed out in front of him after planting her in the hay. He moved over the top of her on all fours, looking down at her. She was incredibly sexy with her surprise widened eyes and bits of hay stuck in her hair. Dirt clung to her clothes from their struggle outside on the ground.
"You're dirty. Don't you want to take those clothes off?" he questioned her, not waiting for an answer.
Yumiko held her breath as he untied her cloak and pushed it away before freeing the ribbon that tied the top of her lace up shirt she was wearing underneath. She closed her eyes and inhaled carefully measured breaths as he took his time unlacing the leather straps that held the loose folds of cotton together. Her skin prickled and erupted into goosebumps when his fingers skimmed across her ribs to push the material aside. She was not wearing any other kind of undergarments and opened her eyes when his fingertips brushed across her erect nipple that hardened even further after receiving his touch. Her hands moved down to his pants, but he caught them and moved them away.
"Don't. Let me take my time," he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.
Yumiko sighed in a mixture of pleasure and frustration when his hand covered her breast and squeezed gently. Her fingers tentatively moved down his neck to his shirt and slipped inside of the deeply cut front to touch his chest. His skin was warm and smooth until her fingertips reached the light covering of soft hair across his well-developed pectorals. Daring to move lower, she traced the trail of hair that grew increasingly narrow as she neared his waist where her hand stopped.
"No further," he reminded her, sliding his hand over her hip and around her behind when she raised her body. His mouth covered hers to contain the moan she emitted when he grabbed a handful of the firm flesh and squeezed.
"Coyote, please," she begged, pulling his shirt out of his pants. "At least take this off."
Reluctantly removing his hands from her body, Coyote seized the collar of the shirt behind his neck and took it off with one hard yank. He discarded it next to them, in a hurry to get his hands back on her body. Covering her breasts with both hands, he pressed his lips to her neck. Her sharp inhale and the way she pushed her breasts into his palms aroused him to the point of inflicting pain. As his lips moved down her neck, his hands moved down her body.
Yumiko tried not to wiggle too much but it was useless. Her body writhed beneath his tender touch as his hands made their way down to her pants where they hooked over the top and pulled downward. Raising her hips, she dug her fingers into his shoulders as his lips pressed kisses along her belly in tandem with the downward motion to remove her pants. She reached down to help him with removing the boots so she could be completely naked for him.
"Will it make it any less special not being our wedding night? I'm yours no matter when it happens," she said, her fingers drifting over his ridged abdomen as he knelt between her legs.
"That's all I need," he murmured, pushing her hands down to the bulge pressing against the restraint of his leather pants.
Yumiko gasped and bit her lower lip when she felt it move beneath her hand. She massaged him through the leather, watching his face squinch up in a way that made her wonder if it hurt. Her hands moved upward, tugging at the waist to pull the pants down and free him from the obvious discomfort of the leather prison.
"I was afraid I had lost you. Twice actually," he told her, aiding her in removing the pants. "I don't want to lose you ever."
"Then make me yours for all time," she pled with him, gasping then giggling nervously when he popped free of the clothing restraint.
Coyote could feel her body shaking beneath him and debated if it was all her doing all of the trembling. He had never wanted a woman so much in all of his life. It was quite unnerving and unsettling on a certain level. Keeping a studious eye on her gorgeous face, he observed the changing expressions as he penetrated her body. It changed from relief to surprise to fear with widened eyes and mouth open in a silent cry. When her eyes fluttered shut and her face relaxed into an expression of sheer delight, he sank into her completely. After a sigh of satisfaction from both of them, he took the time to indulge in a lingering kiss, lazily teasing her tongue as she teased him with an occasional rocking of her hips beneath him.
"This won't last forever," she informed him, grasping his behind with her long fingers and holding him against her. "But we can always do it again."
"I plan to. Often," he murmured in her ear, tracing the outer rim with his tongue.
"Oh, Coyote, please do," she begged, moving under him more insistently.
"As you wish, my lady," he rejoined, pushing up on his hands and knees. He was ready to make love to her in earnest. So far he had evoked gasps and moans from her. He knew she could scream and yell. For once, he wanted her to do it with pleasure instead of anger.
Yumiko enclosed his body with her arms as he thrust into her with power and fervor. The soft hair on his chest tickled and aroused her nipples as he moved across the top of her with each push of his hips. She smiled with self-satisfaction as he grunted and growled in her ear like an animal. He was very much like a wolf; voracious, insatiable, and untamed. Sweat beaded and rolled down his body, dripping onto hers to mingle with the sweat that had erupted on her skin. Surrounded with the sweet, grassy scent of the hay mixed with the distinct smells of sweat and sex only served to excite them both more as the passion grew between them.
Coyote opened his eyes to look at her. It surprised him and raised his state of arousal to see she was staring at him through half lidded eyes that were heavy with lust. His hips moved faster and produced a small cry that wrenched itself free from her throat while she raised her hips to meet his strokes. He shuddered and lurched forward, almost releasing inside of her but he was able to hold back. When her body convulsed and she screamed his name, he gave in to the pleasure allowing his seed to be deposited inside of her. He jerked sporadically and groaned with satisfaction in reply to her whimper of gratification. Never before had he released inside of a woman. He had not want any unexpected heirs to throne. Until now, he had not wanted to be tied to a woman for any reason for the rest of his life. Dropping down into the slightly scratchy hay beside her, he put his arm over her body to hold her close.
"I'll be the king you want me to be. I'll be the man you need me to be. Promise me you'll always be by my side," he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek. "I promise I will fight for you."
"Then I promise I will always be your queen...your wife, your lover, your greatest advocate," she assured him, using his ears to bring his mouth to hers.
"Sealed with a kiss," he murmured with a chuckle. "I like that."
~...~
A flash of silver moved across the courtyard at a high rate of speed as his mind reeled with plans. Gin was so busy plotting he was not even sexually excited by what he had just witnessed and heard. He was too stimulated with thoughts of political intrigue and how to do away with the woman who now stood in their way. It had been too easy to deceive that fool Baraggan while secretly catering to his eldest son all of these years. He had helped groom that boy into a fine man who would one day be king. He would see to that personally. Perhaps he should have a chat with that big-mouthed, red-headed knight the Kuchiki clan had brought with them. A little wine would do much to loosen the lips and with any luck unlock a wealth of information he could use against the family. After all, the man seemed to know intimate details about the family; some members more than others considering he was canoodling the younger sister unbeknownst to the clueless parents.
"Puh," he muttered to himself, thinking of the arrogant king who was so disgustingly self-assured. "If only he knew what both of his sweet daughters were doing."
No matter. One of these days the obnoxious, high-and-mighty King Byakuya would lose his throne, his kingdom, and his daughter forever. No longer would be pretentious and haughty. He would be a sad shell of a man, a sham, a ghost of a human being left with nothing. This thought made Gin's foxish grin grow wider in sadistic delight.
