I shakily walk with his weight against me, but soon we are back into the thick forest. Yoko, using his powers, makes a clear path before us. We are silent as I stumble through the forest, his body rigged in pain against my side and back. It only takes us about half an hour before I start to recognize the area. It's the cave from the night I first met Yoko Kurama. I hurry to the stream from the waterfall. I take the empty sack from my hip and tear it open and flat. It'll have to work for a bandage and wash cloth. I dab the cloth on Yoko's temple as I push the white grays of hair out of the way. His eyes cringe at the touch, but he says nothing.
"Take off your shirt," I order as I turn to ring out the water and blood in the river. I glance over my shoulder when I don't hear Yoko do anything. His eyebrow is quirked interestedly. I roll my eyes and slop down the makeshift washcloth. I run my hands under the white cloth and tug swiftly up, barely giving Yoko enough time to lift his arms. His chest quivers with amusement as my eyes trace over his defined chest and abs. I spot an irritated red area and tilt to see it better. I cringe as my eyes and on a clean cut above his hip. Dried blood is crusted around the gash, and my hands quickly find the damp washcloth. I press it firmly against the injury, only for Yoko to take a sharp intake. My eyes find and hold his gaze; it's filled with pain with a twang of thankfulness. "Lay down on your other side," I order as I take the bloodied cloth from his body. His hand reaches out and snatches mine, making my gaze flick back to his eyes.
"Are you alright Jaklyn?"
"Do I look alright?"
"Don't be snarky, answer me," he retorts and I flinch at the sudden fierceness in his voice.
"I'm fine. The only things that hurt are my knuckles and my cheek," I answer honestly as I weasel my hand out of his. Yoko falls silent, but lays down obediently. I guide the wet cloth back to his side and thoroughly clean the wound, pausing with the loud snarls and grunts from Yoko. With every new sound, I would squeeze his hand lightly and give him a small smile. Five minutes of winces pass when I finally put down the cloth. I sit heavily next to Yoko, my body weak again. My feet are pounding along with my head. I run my finger across Yoko's high cheeks and his eyes flutter open.
"All done?" he asks. I nod and he pushes himself up to sit next to me. His hand touches my hot cheek before he grips my jaw. He tilts my head, as if to examine the cheek he had punched and I wince when he caresses it. With a sigh, he goes to stand, motioning for me to stand with him. I wrap an arm around his waist as he directs me to help him behind the waterfall. Climbing the steep rocks wasn't hard by myself, but with Yoko's towering body pressing against me without notice, it is considerably harder. Without too much trouble though, we end up in the safety of the cave. I toss my bags of treasures to the floor, quickly followed by Yoko's share. Together, we both collapse to the cave floor. His arm is still around my shoulders as mine is still around his waist, dodging his injury. He carefully takes my face in his hand again, studying my left cheek.
"God, is there something interesting on my face?" I ask tiredly, trying to wiggle out of his fingers. They hold firm against my jaw, so I stop.
"I'm sorry." I suck in a breath and stare at the white fox. My eyebrows lift and my eyes widen at his apology.
"F-for what?" I ask, surprised.
"Hitting you like that," he answers smoothly. He looks as if he was going to finish that thought, but he stops himself beforehand. I sigh to myself, but nuzzle under Yoko's chin regardless.
"Don't apologize Yoko, to doesn't suit you," I joke as I hug his cold chest closer to me. I can feel his lips curved into a smile as he kisses the top of my head.
"Always proving to be difficult Jak."
"Only because it's what's good for you," I tease. A chuckle escapes him and I smile at the sound. His fingers caress my shoulder lightly and I lean back to take in his handsome face. His eyes sparkle in the dark and I can feel the air catch in my throat. I close my eyes as I cross the distance, my lips meeting his. Our arms both tighten against the other's body and I smile as he kisses me back. A warm wave of happiness washes over my body as my hand scratches his back lightly. Yoko's touch is much gentler than before, almost sweet. When we stop kissing, our foreheads meet as his golden eyes pour into mine. "Yoko," I whisper, my voice trailing off as his eyes capture me. My lips start to form words, but no sound comes out.
"Me too Jaklyn," he answers, his eyes watching my lips. The next kisses are harder, more possessive, as if to punctuate our exchange of truth. My eyes flutter shut as his hand presses my lower back. We lay together on the cold rocky cave; we kiss and sigh as our hands explore each other's bodies. He fingers the subtle curves of my side under he reaches the top of my hips, where he grips onto me tightly. My hand is idly resting on his thigh, avoiding his injury. "Lay on your back," he says, his voice like lightning in the dark of night. I jump at the sharp static in his voice, familiar with its results.
"Yoko, you're hurt," I argue, propping up on my arm, trying to gain space between us.
"I don't care," he growls hungrily as he scoops my elbow in his long fingers. He lays me down on my back, even though I try to struggle. With a wince, he pins me down, my hands beside my ears. "The more you struggle, the worse it is," he points out through gritted teeth. I snarl up at him, seeing his trick. With a defeated sigh, I watch as he withdraws his hands from mine; I rest my hands on at the base of his neck. "Don't act like you don't like it Jak," he growls playfully. "From earlier, I know that you enjoy it," he presses on, his elbows at my hips and his hands caressing my ribs. I glare up at him, but his lips find mine to disperse it.
"If your injury breaks open," I say, interrupting our kiss. "We're stopping."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Yoko dismisses as his lips come back harder. Giving up with the specificities of this, I wrap my arms around Yoko's neck, drawing him in closer. His hands split, one going to the small of my back, pressing our bodies closer, while the other tangles itself in my hair. He licks the seam of my lips and I gladly let him try to overpower me. His hand tugs on a fistful of hair and when I snarl at him, his tongues slips into my mouth. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I decide to let that slide. A hot flame starts to burn in the pit of my stomach as feel Yoko slip a knee between my legs. His hips buck into mine and our bodies roll as a moan flutters out of my mouth.
Our bodies begin to regularly rock against each other's as his fingers trail lower to grab my ass in his hands. He presses our bodies closer as he deepens the gyrating. I gasp again, my head rolling back slightly. Yoko takes my exposed neck into his mouth, a teasing tongue dancing across my skin as he nibbles lightly. The pleasure building up starts to plateau as his love bites travel down my neck. My fingers tangle in his hair, scratching the base of his ears; he knows I'm silently demanding more.
Before I have a chance to disagree, Yoko slips his hands under the loose tunic and it bunches until I feel it fly over my head. A shiver rakes my body as the cold cave floor touches my skin. I jump against Yoko's somewhat warmer chest, the feeling of his skin against mine heavenly. He laughs gently, sitting me up with him. I can feel the tunic flatten against my back, then Yoko lays me back down, this time on my tunic. I smile thankfully up at him and he takes his reward kiss. He leans back again, his eyes taking their time as they study my breasts and the curves of my stomach and hips. I look away as he looks me over, my fingers still in his hair. Instead of coming back to the kiss, like I expected to, Yoko's hands linger on my hips and his face kisses my collar bones.
A sharp breath fills my lungs as he flicks his tongue as if to get a taste of my nipple. I tighten my grasp on his hair to gain a groan. He mouth settles over my nipple, his teeth and tongue massage it gently. His opposite hand reaches up and rolls my breast in his fingers, pinching my nipple hard. Moan after moan leave my body as he pleases me; the heat in my stomach builds as his other hand lowers. I whimper out his name as his fingers find my core. A deep rumble leaves his mouth between his lips and my breast. "Say it again," he demands. As if to coax me, he slides his hand deeper between my legs. I arch my back and moan out his name. "Again." His thumb runs circles around my clitoris, massaging a moan from deep in my chest. When his hand withdraws, I sigh inwardly, my head clearing slightly.
When his hand returns, it's tugging at the waistband of my pants. My pants effortless slide off me, my panties with them. Yoko switches breasts as his weight resting on his bad hip, but he doesn't pause pleasing me. I lay naked under Yoko's form as his erection presses the soft cloth of his pants against my sensitive thighs. His fingers find my clit and opening once again. Before I can catch his arm to drag him again, his finger enters me and I yell his name again. My legs naturally spread under him, letting Yoko have room to work. My back rolls as his finger slowly starts to recede, only to plunge deeper into me. My moans are ragged and overlapping as his other hand expertly pinches and massages me. My hands untangle themselves from his hair to scratch his shoulders desperately. I take Yoko's ear into my mouth, massaging it gently between my teeth. His body stiffens against mine and I smile victoriously.
My nails dig deeper into Yoko shoulders as he slips another finger into me, his thumb slowly starting to massage me too. The pressure in my lower stomach tightens and twists as my body tenses slightly. My eyes flutter shut, the sensation making my eyes roll back into my head. Yoko's erection twitches against my thigh and I blush slightly. Yoko growls lustfully as I mindlessly pinch his ear between my canines. He forces his fingers deeper into me and my scream catches in my throat. The pace he has set quickens and I feel my hips buck to his pattern. He smirks against my skin, then bites and pinches my nipples, pushing me over the edge. My body tenses, my nails scratch along his shoulder blades and my body stiffens as euphoric wave after wave washes over me. Yoko doesn't stop his biting, pinching and fingering as I orgasm, making the electricity surge through my body longer. "That was quicker than I expected," Yoko teases as he raises his hand from my chest.
"Well sorry for being a virgin," I hiss at him, smacking him on the back of the head. He purrs and I feel his hips press to my core.
"That's just more good news for me," he says. He wraps his arms around the small of my back and I instinctively encircle his hips with my legs. Even though he cringes, he holds my legs there. His eyes study my body as I blush more, not from him checking me out, but because of the feeling it gave me. Pride fills my gut as his fingers trail up from my ribs to my hips, his nails gently scraping here and there. "You ready?" he asks after a few minutes of silence. His eyes meet mine as he leans back down to me, my legs still latched around him. He tucks one arm under my hips and the other under my shoulder, caressing my spine. His eyes make me shiver excitedly and I decide to answer him with a kiss and a tightening of my legs around him. His erection twitches against my sex and a moan rolls off of my tongue. I push the rim of the pants down with my hips and Yoko chuckles as he lazily disrobes himself.
As soon as he pants uncover his erection, its standing at attention against my inner most thigh. He motions to slack my hips and I coincide. He positions himself over my opening and I take a deep breath. He leans closer to me and kisses me hungrily. My arms shoot around his neck again as he kiss heavily. I scream against Yoko's lips as he slowly forces his way into me. He tilts my hips to make the tension easier to deal with as I tighten my legs around him. He presses his body against mine as his fingers caress my shoulder. Him inside of me is uncomfortable as my body tenses against his length. His breaths are staggered, but his kisses are lively and forceful. He patiently waits for me to relax around him when he starts to grind against my hips, the gesture sending spikes of pleasure through my body. He starts to quicken the pace when my hips buck against his.
It doesn't take us long to rock together, my hips off of the cold cave floor as he pounds into me. His body is hot against mine as I pull at his hair and he scratches my shoulder. The moans follow each other, all slurred with pleasure and lust. His groans are low and animalistic as he pace quickens, his thrusts deepening. A sharp shock rakes my body. He waits for me to relax again, then he experimentally pushes into me again. The jagged pleasure strikes again as he hits the same spot. With a smirk against my lips, he tightens his grip on my hip as he forces himself deeper into me to hit the same spot over and over. My eyes flutter shut as my bite my lower lip, muffling the moans. My body begins to start to tense up again, though it's not the intensity of my first orgasm.
"I'm close," I whisper smoothly into Yoko's ear. He bites down on my neck and groan into me. I hiss at the pain, but he kisses and massages it with his tongue. He hugs my body close, picks me up, then flops on his back, flinging me onto him. I look down at the fox, his bright eyes watching me curiously. I spread my legs against his hips and gasp as his length deepens into me. My hands rest on his abs, massaging them softly. I gyrate on his hips, rubbing my clit against the base of his erection. His groan mixes with my moan as I start to lift and sink my hips, setting the new pace for us. It's much slower, but deeper than his. He bucks his hips into me as I slide down his entire length, each buck gaining a new moan. His hands rest on my hips, guiding them and massaging my thighs. My hot skin tingles against the cold air of the waterfall.
The pressure tightens again and I tighten my muscles as Yoko's cock plunges deep into me. I scream out his name as another orgasm rocks my body as Yoko continues our pace. I feel his hips buck and our bodies are still as his climax follows mine. He slows his pace and I lean down to kiss him. He lays me down beside him as his length leaves me. I feel Yoko's gaze on me and I look up at his handsome face once again. His hand finds my cheek and he kisses me hard. Possessiveness and control seeps through the kiss and I shiver at the pure emotion. He pulls me close to him and I sink my head into his shoulder. He rests his chin on my head and I can feel the strings of sleep pulling me closer. And form the softness of Yoko's breaths, I wouldn't be too far off if I assumed it was the same way for him.