Zyanya was a beauty beyond compare. She had light skin, big boobs, and a nice round ass. XDDD
Hahaha, I couldn't help myself. That was her description in the book... of course it made her sound like some kind of goddess... whereas I make her sound... yeah. hahaha
Heres your lemon folks! You know that was the reason you started reading this story anyway!! C'monnnn don't be afraid, RAISE YOUR HANDS AND TELL THE TRUTH!!! DON'T HIDE YOUR SHAME!!
Amanda - I know this is what you were waiting for!!! haha The cat died because it hurt Rin. Karma's a bitch, you know? Don't worry, I'll add another furry woodland creature in there somewhere.
:P
"It was a girl." he said.
"Aiko?…"
"No. Our child."
Zyanya Masahiro was the daughter of the cat-youkai clan leader of the East. Her family already had a grudge against the Inu-youkai of the West, and forbade Zyanya from ever allowing any of those suitors near her - not that any wanted to.
"You ARE a pureblood." her father said as the family gathered by the fireplace in their large mansion. "You will wed with one of ours and keep our bloodline flowing."
She didn't care. She had no interest in anyone, anyway. But that particular night, everything would change.
She walked out to the back garden towards the small lake in the center of the yard. She loved to just sit by it and stare into the moon's reflection as she thought silently to herself almost every night.
'I don't want to get married.'
Suddenly the moon was blocked out by a large shadow behind her. She quickly turned around.
"Sesshoumaru!" she gasped, "You startled me."
He smiled at her.
It wasn't much of a smile, but she liked it anyway. She was probably the only one who could differentiate a smile from a scowl on the demon.
The two were childhood acquaintances that saw each other every time their two families had organized meetings together. That was once about every two months. Their last meeting was fiftyyears ago, when Zyanya's father wanted total control over part of the Western Mountains, which harbored the main river and trade route between lands. Sesshoumaru's father had wisely said no, which unfortunately upset her power-hungry father.
"I missed you! Its so good to see you again!" she cried as she hugged his neck.
"You, too." he replied, sniffing her from her hair to her neck.
She looked up and playfully hit his shoulder. "You dog!"
"You and I both know there's nothing I can do to change that." he joked.
"Ha-ha-ha. Shut up." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Very ladylike, Zyanya."
"I know." she smugly smiled.
"Hey," he said, "I want to show you something."
"What?" She looked over at his hand.
"I figured out how to do this with Dokkasou." he told her, looking down and concentrating on his left hand.
From his nails, he produced a green, glowing, transparent rose.
"I'd give it to you, but its loaded with poison." he said, "I accidentally killed a little grey cat with this yesterday."
"Did you bury it?"
"Under my mother's sakura tree."
"Put 'Kichi' on it's grave." she told him.
"Fortunate?" be laughed.
"Yep." she said as she took the rose from his hand. Her nails glowed blue along with the rose and it turned to ice.
"I forgot you could do that." he said.
"Yeah…in a few minutes the ice will melt and it'll be a real rose."
"You always find a way to fix everything I do." he laughed again.
"You know you love me." she joked and smiled.
He lowered his voice. "I do." he whispered into her ear.
Zyanya caught this and looked up at him. He looked down into her sparkling purple eyes.
"I do, too." she said.
A wave of passion hit him as he bent down to kiss her soft lips. At first she was surprised that he would carry out such an action, but something told her that it felt right, so she didn't protest. She felt completely comfortable with him and melted in his arms as he wrapped them around her tiny waist. He let his hands explore her body around her hips and up to her neck. She clutched onto his shoulders and let out a few soft moans as he began to kiss her from her neck down to her collarbone.
"Zyanya?" her mother's voice came form the distance.
"Shit." she hissed as she pulled away. "We can't do this here."
"Hai, mamma?" she called back.
"Zyanya, come inside soon. Your father and I are going to bed." her mother yelled back.
"Ok! I'll be in soon."
"You liar." Sesshoumaru growled as he nipped at her ear.
"She can't tell." Zyanya smirked. She placed her lips on his again and they held each other in another embrace. Their tongues touched as the both ferociously began exploring the inside of each other's mouth.
"Follow me." she whispered into his mouth in between strained breaths. She let herself free from his hold and ran behind the large brush. He followed her, curious as to where she was leading him. She placed her index finger softly to her lip in a motion to let him know to stay quiet.
"This leads to the hot springs beyond the mansion's walls." she whispered, pointing to an opening that led to a small trail.
"Perfect." he smiled.
At the springs, they slowly removed each other's clothing, taking in every inch of the other's body. As they kissed, Sesshoumaru let his claws softly glide from Zyanya's inner thigh up to her waist, where he held her delicate body in his hands before cupping them around her breasts. Her nipples grew hard at his touch and she moaned as he began nipping at her collar bone. He softly laid her down on his spread haori and carefully placed his body on top of hers. The last thing he wanted was to crush her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her legs for him. He let his hard arousal tease her wet opening, though it was hurting him much more.
"Sesshoumaru…" she moaned, practically begging.
She bucked her hips up against his. She wanted him and, and she wanted him now.
"Zyanya." he whispered, burying his face in her neck.
He gave her soft kisses going up to her forehead. She felt his organ on her stomach. He stopped kissing her and looked down into her purple eyes. They were outlined with a soft, red, passion. He smirked at her, and before she had a chance to react, he thrust his hips into hers, pushing himself in as far as he could possibly go, tearing into her virgin folds as he did so. She let out a loud moan as her body arched against his, hips thrusting in and out until she thought she would possibly burst. He grunted as he felt his seed spill into her and let his body go limp on hers.
Kissing her one more time, he whispered, "I love you Zyanya." before the two drifted off to sleep.
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Her family knew she was with child within the week.
"Ungrateful whore!" her mother shrieked. "Do you WANT to taint this family's good name?!"
"Leiko," her father interrupted, "calm down."
Zyanya sighed. "Thank you, fa-" but her cut her off.
"You are a long way from relief." he told her.
"But-"
"No." he barked. "You are not to speak unless I address you. Understood?"
She bowed her head and nodded.
"Tell me," he calmly said, "who is the father?"
She felt her eyes water as she looked at her father. He looked hard at her.
"Answer me!" he roared.
"I cannot tell you." she said, voice trembling.
He walked up to her and slapped her face with the back of his hand, cutting her right cheek with his claws in the process. She fell back holding her face.
"Get up." he ordered.
She stood before him, tears falling from her cheeks, bottom lip quivering. He stared intently into her eyes, hoping to scare the answer out of her, but she stood firm.
"Take her away." he ordered the guards, "Strip her of her clothing and look for marks. I want to know who that youkai was."
The servants spent hours trying to find marks, but the only one they found was the one that signified her loss of virginity. Her father barged in after a while.
"Well?!!" he bellowed.
"My lord, there is nothing." one of the servants said.
His eyes shot red.
"As soon as that bastard is born, erase her memory." he paused, "And kill it."
"But Lord Masato!" one of the servants protested.
He looked at the servant and struck her down, dead.
"Anyone else have any objections?!" He glared at the remaining three in the room, all now trembling.
They all shook their heads no.
Several months later, the child was born, killed, and Zyanya sent into exile.
"Zyanya?" Sesshoumaru softly called out to her. Tears were falling from her face.
"How do you know?" she asked him. Her voice quivered.
"I had someone try to save it. One of your father's servants were working for me."
"What happened?"
"He killed him."
Zyanya's face fell into her hands as she wept. Sesshoumaru knelt down to her side and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"She had your blue hair…" he told her, "and a crescent moon on her forehead. I had her buried under the sakura tree."
"I remember it all." she whimpered, "I remember you, the rose…" she touched her right cheek, "…my father."
She began to cry again and buried her face in his arms. The whole situation was too much for her. He suddenly felt like he had almost fifty years ago and wrapped his arms around her slender body.
"I'm so sorry." he whispered, burying his face on top of her head.
From the distance, everyone watched as Sesshoumaru held one of the only women he had ever come to love.
And mistour Sesshoumaru finally learned to love... all was well in the world once more. XD
Zyanya seems to cry a lot. She's a girl. What'd you expect?!! haha, jk. But wouldn't you if you found out your home was destroyed, your pet cat crushed ::snickers::, AND your dad killed your first born?!! And you can barely remember the sex... damn.
(oh yeah, she hardly remembers all that stuff up in italics, but shes starting to get a better idea and all... it made more sense if I just wrote it all out, though. otherwise we'd all just be confused as hell)
Zyanya's last name, Masahiro - Wise
Kichi - of you didn't catch it above, means fortunate
Leiko - Arrogant
Masato - Justice
(Suitable names, no?)
-VG-
