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You find an injured, white, baby fox which you take home to help heal, not knowing it's Yoko. (This can be in place of his child form if you wish.) Kurama suddenly transforms many years later and you're floored, not only from shock, but also all the embarrassing things he's seen over the years, including you naked.
It was a small thing, curled in on itself with its nose buried under its back leg, chest rising and falling with labored effort. I would have walked straight passed the pitiful creature if it hadn't been for the blood staining the snow piled around it. As it was, with the storm, I still might've. I only happened to look down at the right time. I tried to keep going, taking a few steps, but found myself turning and kneeling in the snowbank, my gloved hands sliding under the little body.
And thank the gods for those gloves too, because despite the injury and the apparent toll it had taken on the small fox, those teeth still tried to sink into my hand.
"You've got some fight left in you yet." I smiled. "Hush hush. If you'll let me help you, we can weather the storm together. I'll patch you up and when the skies clear, you'll be back on your way."
It was the strangest thing, the tentative calm that befell the animal. It stared at me and I got the strangest sense that it heard me. Not just my voice, but that it understood my words. At any rate, it was far more pliable than before, allowing me to pick it up. I bundled it against my chest inside my jacket and continued my trek home. Living in the mountains had its perks. No neighbors to come calling at inconvenient times, very little traffic. But the drawbacks were there too. I had to walk quite a ways to get to the nearest town for supplies.
The solitude made it all worthwhile though, in my opinion. I was never one for busy streets or loud company.
The wood stove warmed the inside of my cabin, and the heat was welcomed against my wind-rouged cheeks and frozen toes. Gently, I pulled the small fox from my coat and laid it on a blanket in front of the stove so it could get warm. It lay there, watching me, and again I wondered why it felt I was no longer alone in my home. Shedding my layers and kicking off my boots I shirked off the notion setting about gathering some supplies to treat the creature's injured leg.
"You're lucky to still have all four feet, silly thing." I scolded, taking great care to wash the injury before applying antiseptic. That earned a chittering cry and I schooled my expression. "Well, of course it stings. That means it's working. If I don't clean it, it won't heal right. Do you want to lose your paw?"
More chittering, angry and quick, answered me.
"Are you finished?"
Those golden eyes narrowed.
"You're a spirited little thing, aren't you?" I sat cross legged and tipped my head to the side. "Well then, get it out of your system. Carry on. I'll wait. Let's just hope you don't bleed to death while you whine."
Abruptly, those sounds came to a stop. I waited and then continued with my work. After I wrapped the wound, I left the creature alone to lounge in the warmth of the stove before adding more pellets. I went into the kitchen and began to prepare my dinner.
It wasn't halfway done before the creature was at my feet, staring up at me with expectation.
"I suppose you'd like something to eat." I stated, looking down, and received only that gilded stare in return. "What sort of host would I be if I didn't treat you to dinner, my little friend?"
We ate together. Me with my rice and smoked fish and broth, and the kit its simple smoked fish. I stared out window and pursed my lips at the raging storm before drawing the curtains closed.
"It's my first winter without my parents." I vocalized to the animal because there was no one else to talk to. "I don't remember storms being this loud before."
The small two room cabin had housed my parents and myself most of my life but they'd passed in the summer. A sickness of some sort. I hadn't been afflicted, and I'd done my best to care for them. In the end, there was nothing I could do. That's what the doctor from the town had said. Now they lay together underneath a sturdy and ancient tree out back, always close but never here.
It was a night of uneasy sleep, my door closed and the cabin quiet save for the raging winds shaking my windows. I woke up to the muted light of sunrise through a snowstorm and the added heat of another body to mine. Blinking, I craned around to study the fox that slept soundly in the small of my back, curled into a tight ball.
How the hell had it gotten in here? I thought I'd closed the door. Frowning, I decided that perhaps the lock hadn't latched and it had been able to nose the door open.
The storm raged for three days. During that time the fox and I kept each other company. Its leg healed quickly, something I marveled at when I removed the bandages. It was a strangely complacent creature, chittering as if speaking and watching me as if it were studying my movements. Once the storm ended and I had cleared a path from my door to the path I used to get to the village, I took the fox back outside, setting it on all four of its working feet.
"You're welcome back anytime. You're a delightful house guest." I offered the creature a gentle pat on the head and straightened, waiting for it to bound away.
It didn't.
It merely stared.
I waited, slowly growing confused. Just as I was about to offer to let it back into the cabin it turned and ran. Frowning, I stared after it.
It was spring the next time I saw the fox. The ground had just thawed and I was working the garden, or attempting to at least. My father had been the green thumb in the family. I lacked his skills with turned earth and vegetation, but I tried. Allowed, I scolded myself, lamenting that if I couldn't manage to plant the seeds for the vegetables and herbs then I'd have no stock for the winter. Meat I could hunt. Some things I could forage. But I'd need more and having surplus to barter with or trade in town could never hurt.
I saw it when I raised my head to wipe sweat from my brow with the back of my wrist. A pair of golden eyes watching me from mere feet away, snow-white fur stark against the growing greenness of the new season.
"Oh, hello." I smiled at the creature and it stared back, keeping its distance. "You've grown my little friend."
And it had.
Maybe it was crazy to think it was the same fox. The kit had been so small when I'd found it, the winter had been exceptionally harsh. This could be a different creature altogether. But I felt that I knew it.
"I was about to take lunch would you like to join me?" I offered, rising to my feet and dusting dirt off my knees.
Instead of answering, the fox merely trotted over and followed me into the cabin. It came around more frequently after that. A few times I found it by the garden in the early morning, paws caked with mud, yet the garden flourished. My haul that year was the best it had ever been, even when my father had tended to the greens. I had enough to can some and still sell others off without fear of going hungry once the skies turned grey and bleak once again.
For years the fox came and went as it pleased. I'd let it in when it scratched at the door and it would sleep in front of the stove during fall and winter or in my bed. Sometimes it went with me into the forest when I went foraging or hunting, helping me find the best mushroom and mountain greens or fowl. Throughout the years, I never shook the feeling that those eyes were seeing more than a fox should've and those ears definitely seemed to respond to words more than tone.
And the strangest things would happen around the creature. I had to question my sanity a time or two. Sometimes it was small, the disappearance of meat from the storage while the lock remained in place. Sometimes it was stranger, a door opening after I'd been sure I had closed it fully.
Because I had learned early on to close the doors fully around the nosy little creature.
More than once I'd been trying to lull myself to sleep with my hand under the sheets, pleasuring myself when suddenly I'd hear the creak of hinges and a pair of golden eyes would be staring into my own, that light warm body standing on my chest. The first time I screamed, startled, and pushed it off the bed. The subsequent times I merely gently moved it to the side. I was never able to finish with the fox in the room. Those eyes just seemed too…attentive.
Even though I knew it was just an animal, sometimes, it seemed different. When I changed clothes, it watched me. An unblinking stare that made me feel immodest. The few times it had come with me to the river to bathe had felt like I wasn't actually alone. I suppose, I wasn't. But the company of an animal shouldn't have made me feel so awkward. It really was the eyes, I decided.
Those strange, golden eyes that seemed far too keen.
It was the worst winter in years. I'd barely made it home with all my fingers and toes. My teeth chattered, my nose and cheeks burned from the icy wind. Shivering violently, I kicked off my wet boots to rush over to the wood stove and shove more pellets inside. I had barely gotten the feeling back in my feet when the tell-tale scratching started at the door. I trudged over and opened it, allowing the fox inside before shutting it tightly behind him and throwing the lock. Taking off my coat and hanging it on its peg, I grabbed a quilt from the drying rack by the stove, swathing myself in it and taking my place before the black iron stove once more, still shivering so hard I thought my teeth might shake loose.
A furry head butted at my hand where it clutched the quilt closed around me.
"Of course, you must be frozen to the bone too." I stammered and opened the blanket to allow the fox into my lap.
"Not quite."
I'm not exactly sure what expression I offered to the man who leaned over me suddenly, one hand on my waist under the blanket and the other beside my criss-crossed legs. Long silver hair poured over his shoulders and down his back, golden eyes shining from his narrow face, fox ears atop his head. A white tunic dipping low on his chest, revealing muscular features a primal part of my brain wanted to see more of. Glancing down at the hand on my waist, I hoped, at least, that my wordless response to his appearance was stern.
Unfortunately, from his chuckle, I feel that I feel short of glaring and perhaps looks much more like a frightened mouse. A dangerous creature to resemble in the presence of a rather hungry looking fox.
"Kitsune." I managed the word before wetting my lips and I knew I sounded as shocked as I felt. "That explains a few things."
He grinned and it sped the blood in my veins even as a nervous sweat broke out on my temples and palms. His hand on my side squeezed, just slightly.
"I don't think I have enough smoked meat to feed a man of your size." I admitted, my composure hardly kept. Inside I shook and asked a million questions.
Maybe he could hear them, because he chuckled again, a light entering his eyes making them nearly iridescent. I felt my mouth fall open slightly.
"I'm not interesting in eating your smoked meats."
He leaned over me so much so that I had to lean back. My hands steadied me, palms flat against the floor. The quilt slipped off my shoulders and the cold was forgotten. I had heard legends of kitsune. Tricky creatures. Deceitful. Selfish. Not something to be trifled with lightly. I, however, had never heard any advice on what to do if you found yourself at one's mercy.
"I don't have anything valuable." I told him, forced down onto my elbows as he placed a hand on the floor on either side of my hips and shifted forward. It meant my legs uncrossed, soles of my feet planted on the floor. "But you can take what you want."
"I don't need your permission to steal from you."
I swallowed.
"Are you frightened?" He asked, amused.
"No."
"I can smell when you lie."
I swallowed again. "Then what's the point in asking me? Seems like a waste of your talents."
When he smiled I saw a glint of sharpened canines. Very suddenly things began to click together, as the shock of his transformation from oddly mild-mannered fox into looming kitsune wore off.
"You scoundrel! You should have had the decency to close your eyes when I was undressing!" I scolded him, brow furrowed and lips pursed. "I knew something was strange about the way you watched me! Some fox. You're just a lewd trickster."
"You knew did you? And yet you continued." He moved his hands forward, until they were beside my ribs and I had to crane my head back to stare into his face as he leered over me, straddling my legs on all fours. His silver hair curtained around me so that all I could see was him.
He smelled like the forest.
"You knew I was watching and you still bathed. Still undressed." He lowered his mouth to my ear and I shivered despite myself. "Still touched yourself."
My eyes widened and I sucked in a breath, ready to argue against that. "No, I stopped. I-"
His lips captured mine and I felt my arms give out under me. My back hit the floor and I pressed against the wooden slats with my shoulders. When a long-fingered hand gripped my waist I gasped and the bastard took full advantage, his tongue darting between my lips. If he thought I was going to just allow him to do as he pleased, unabated, he was mistaken.
I kissed him back, hands reaching up to bunch in the fabric of his tunic.
"Allow me to repay you for your hospitality." He purred against my mouth. "I will make up for those nights you were forced to still your fingers due to my presence."
"All at once? You must be confident in yourself. There were many nights I went without completion because of you." I told him, feeling heat in my face and a haze falling over my brain.
"Greedy creature." He stated, glib. "You haven't even received my gratitude and you're already demanding more."
"Greedy? You're the one who took advantage of my kindness." I pointed out. "Surely a kitsune didn't need the help of someone like me all these years."
"Needed? No." He agreed. Then bowed his head to my mouth once more. "But I enjoyed it none the less."
This kiss seared my nerve endings and fried my self-control. I was glad I had the cabin to myself, suddenly, because the moan I let escape my throat was nothing short of wanton. This only seemed to encourage the apparition above me, as his hand slipped under my shirt sliding over my stomach until he found my breast and massaged it. When his fingers found my nipple, squeezing, I cried out, the sound swallowed by the man above me.
"Does that mean you'll allow me to repay you?" He teased, pulling back from my mouth and I panted a yes, because the shiver down my back only flamed the heat in my lower stomach.
The wood stove felt cold in comparison to my skin under the attention of the kitsune as he stripped my clothes off of me, allowing me to lay on the quilt I'd used to stave off the chill not long before. His bare chest was muscled, his skin smooth as he kissed and nipped his way from my mouth to my lower stomach. His tail made one pass side to side behind him before he offered me the most deliberate and wicked grin I'd ever seen before dipping his face between my thighs.
I gripped the quilt by my head with one fist while the other clawed into the fabric by my hip, my back arching as his tongue slid over my folds and teased that too-sensitive knot of nerves at the apex of my sex. My teeth pressed together until he sucked on that bud and I couldn't keep myself from crying out in pleasure, my hips shifting towards him for more. He obliged me, teasing me with that wicked tongue and nipping at me with those sharp teeth. I found myself in the throes of a climax too soon for my taste, panting and left lying against the quilt with heavy lidded eyes and skin that no longer needed cover to fight the cold.
I threw one arm over my eyes, the light feeling too bright in the aftermath of my orgasm. I felt his hands travel up over my thighs, then my stomach and eventually to my waist, gripping both sides. For the size of his hands I thought his fingers might touch behind my back. I pulled my arm away from my face to study him and maybe thank him.
"You look tempting flushed this way." He told me, the gold in his eyes glimmering around swollen pupils. "Truly, a prize worth taking."
His meaning didn't fully dawn on me until I felt his head press against my entrance, then pull back. Then to my entrance again, teasing me.
"Then take it." I told him, doing my best to demand and not beg.
He didn't need any further prompting, his hands tightening around me as entered me in a fluid motion that had me arching my back again, shoulders pressed to the floor. He didn't move slowly or even softly. No. He did as I told him to.
He took me.
He took me for all my worth, relentless and without shame. I found myself demanding more, repeatedly, desperate as another wave of release mounted in me, but every time I nearly crested, he pulled back just enough to pull me from the threshold with him. The third time he did this I nearly cried, the crazed heat in my lower stomach eating me alive. My brain was muddled with it. I was a desperate woman, and he was a man who refused to give in.
Breathless, at my wits ends, I moaned, writhing as I grabbed onto the quilt for something to hold. Anything to stabilize me. It didn't help.
By the fifth denial I was a mess, no longer able to keep the words from escaping my mouth, begging for some grain of empathy. And the kitsune laughed at me, thoroughly enjoying my display of weakness I'm sure. But his thrusts grew rough, his hands moving down to my hips to lift them to his liking, one leg thrown over his shoulder. Not that I wasn't simply putty in his hands anyway. Which he figured out, to his obvious delight, when he was able to roll me to by stomach and pull me to my hands and knees.
"I can't take it." I panted, lost in the sensation of his skin on mine, on him inside me. "I can't take anymore."
"I don't believe you." He breathed against my ear, leaning over me from behind and I mewled as he took my earlobe in his teeth.
My mouth fell open and I felt my orgasm coming like a tornado, ready to tear me apart. I was right there when he stilled, offering a laugh that clued me in that he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I curled my hands into fists, knuckles pressing down into the quilt beneath us and lifted my head to gather myself as the sensation ebbed for the sixth time. I didn't get a full reprieve. He was pounding back into me the next second, more erratic and relentless than before.
When his fingers moved to play between my legs, his breath on my neck from behind, I prayed for release. I hadn't meant for the words to fall on his ears but they spilled from my lips anyway. With intention he teased my sex, then pinched that bundle of nerves, and my arms collapsed as I finally came. The shudder that racked me robbed me of sight for a moment and I vaguely heard myself call out, repeatedly, some mantra of yeses. And the man behind me delighted in it, chuckling and moving back to grasping my hips. He found his own release minutes after I did, and I twitched when he came, my eyes rolling up into my head at the overwhelming pleasure of it all.
It took a few minutes for my senses to return. I slowly gathered my wits and sorted them back to the parts of me where they came from as the kitsune pulled out from me. I lowered myself to the quilt and laid out, rolling to my back once more with my arm cast over my eyes to avoid the light of the cabin. The press of lips and a firm hand moving my arm above my head earned my dazed attention.
"You're right. I don't think that was enough. You should expect me back at my leisure." The fox demon sucked on my bottom lip. "I'm called Yoko Kurama. You'll want to remember that for next time."
"Next time." I muttered, too lost still to fully respond. "Yoko Kurama."
He chuckled and laid beside me and for the first time in years I didn't even hear the winter storm that raged.