Hiei found the enchantress's bedroom's balcony with ease; flitting to it. He peered through the glass door and saw that the enchantress had just returned to her rooms in a pair of stiletto heels and a revealing evening gown. She shut the door, sat her small clutch purse down on the dresser, and hastily pulled off her shoes; looking relieved as her bare feet came flat on the floor. She kicked the shoes away from the door, turned her back on the balcony door, and dug into her purse. Hiei took the opportunity with her back turned to silently slide the balcony door open and closed and come up behind her. Speedily, he grabbed her hair and yanked her down low enough to be able to cover her mouth with his left hand and wrapped his right arm around her waist. The unlit cigarette she had had in her mouth fluttered down to the ground like an afterthought.
She whimpered into his hand. "Keep quiet," he ordered her. "I have no intention to hurt you should you cooperate," he warned. Her heavy breathing slowed down slightly. He felt her swallow thickly and nod. He brought his right forearm up to her eye level, instructing "When I let you go, you are not going to scream. Instead, you're going to heal this again, but not all the way. 85-90 percent should suffice." He wrapped his right arm back around her waist, tighter for emphasis. "Understand?" She nodded the best she could. He let her go, and then stepped back and began unwrapping the bandages on his right arm.
The enchantress straightened up and turned to face him, flustered. She stared down at him, lips snarling. "Oh, it's just you. And here I thought I should be worried." Her words were biting, but her voice betrayed her apprehension. She glanced down at his right arm. "Why should I help you anyway?"
He stepped towards, making her back up against the dresser. He brought his arms around her and gripped the dresser. "Because it could end badly otherwise," he threatened vaguely. He noticed that being this close to her, he could smell a few things on her; expensive perfume, expensive cigarettes, and money.
She daringly reached her left hand down and gripped his right arm firmly. He gasped at the dry, searing pain her grip caused to his burns. He stood his ground, refusing to step away from her. "If I were to heal this, what would I get in return?" she asked in sultry voice.
"You'd get to live," he threatened.
She tightened her grip and twisted her hand, making him grimace. If he pulled his arm away now, she would think she won. "That" she stated "is a given."
"How much money do want?" he tempted her. If it was more than he had, he would only need to rob a few rooms to cover the costs.
She hummed under her breath. "Money would be nice. Except, I'm not in the mood for money right now," she hinted. He looked up at her curiously. Her grip slackened on his arm, but not enough to where he could pull it away without pain. "Healing this would probably take a half hour." She straitened her back, moving her torso closer to him. Her right hand dared to reach down and hook onto the hem of his pants. "My appointment tonight was canceled. Head blown clean off in the committee room. Luckily he paid up front."
Her suggestion was tempting, manageable even. He stopped her right hand in its tracks. "Start the healing process first," he ordered.
She hummed at him. "Show me what I'm working with first," she countered, shifting her fingers up and down his burn. He hid his grimace from her. He was only semi-hard, but even then, she should be impressed. He undid his pants with his left hand and pulled himself out for her to see. She looked down, examining him carefully, she brought her left hand down around it, making him jump. "Hm... grow-er or show-er?" She moved his cock around in her hand, examining it from different angles. It would have been nice if she just started rubbing it.
"Grow-er," he responded proudly.
She clicked her tongue on her teeth. She looked at his face, trying to gauge how true his statement was. "All you want is this burn healed?" He nodded. "Alright, this is manageable, in the right positions. There are rules though. If you don't follow them, then I'm not healing you." She let his arm and cock go. "No kissing. You do all the work; meaning I don't have make that," she glanced down, "harder. I chose the position. I come at least twice. And you wear a condom."
He did not like the sound of any of it, especially the idea of her not touching his cock. Yet, for a half hour and a healed arm, it was all manageable. He held his right arm out to her, saying "deal."
She brought her hand up to it and hovered it from his hand to his elbow, encasing all the burns in its own light blue force field. "You won't be able to use this arm during. Hope you won't need it."
Annoyed and eager to get her to shut up, he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down to be eye level with him. Remembering not to kiss her, his mouth came to her neck, kissing her there instead. "And no marks," she sighed out. He did not respond, hoping she would stop talking finally if he did too. He kissed up along her jaw, placing his teeth to her flesh without biting down. He shifted his kisses down her neck to her collar bone and the top of her chest. Before he could go further, he knew her dress needed to be gone. He reached behind her back, fumbling for the zipper on her dress. "Don't. You'll break it," she grumbled, batting his hand away and unzipping it herself. She slipped out of the dress, revealing herself in silky, semi-see through lingerie. She had a subtly muscular body with curves, and breasts and hips to die for. When he stepped forward continue touching her, she stopped him with a hand on his chest. "Don't step on the dress," she ordered, pushing him back. She picked up the dress carefully, stepped away from him, and draped it gently over a chair in the corner of her room. She smoothed out a few wrinkles.
She turned backed to him, flipped her hair, and beckoned him. She sat herself down on the bed, legs spread wide, and hands softly rubbing her inner thighs. The image made him jump then rush towards her on the bed. He straddled her, nearly bringing his mouth onto hers before he remembered not to do that. As he kissed along her neck and chest, he wondered why she had such a stupid rule.
Next, he pulled her up against him, reached around to her back, and fumbled to unhook her bra. "Hurry up," she demanded insolently. In response, he ripped her bra off instead, making her gasp.
He threw her bra out of the way and took one of her breasts in hand. It huge and full. He teased his thumb across its center, making her shiver delightfully. He brought his mouth to her other nipple teased it. "No marks," she moaned out. He was starting to get sick of her voice. He glanced over at his right arm. It still needed more time to heal.
He straightened his back, and brought himself to straddle her around her rib cage, thinking of something quite enjoyable to do with her big breasts. He pulled himself out and slipped his cock between her breasts, pushing them together the best he could with his left hand while he thrusted. She was softly moaning as he made himself harder. "Of course... you would want... to do that... too..." He ignored her and kept going. "Don't cum... on me," she added in another command.
When he felt hard enough, he stopped and trailed his mouth down to her core, pulling off her panties quickly. "Can I kiss you down here?" he sneered.
She nodded, saying "let me see your hand." She pulled his left hand up into her view. "Mouth on my clit. Two, no, three fingers inside of me."
He pulled his hand ruefully away. Pausing first, he glanced at his right arm. Still needed more time to heal. He brought three fingers inside of her first and his mouth to her clit second. Her legs jerked as she let out a loud moan. She continued to moan on and off throughout the process. Her hands came down to his hair, pushing his head lower and pulling on his hair. He felt her muscles tighten under his ministrations. She gave a satisfying scream when he made her orgasm.
She was cooing as he untangled her hands from his hair and sat up. His right arm needed more time. He laid down on top of her and rubbed his cock teasingly over her folds, making her whimper. He brought his mouth teasingly in line with hers. "One down," he breathed over her mouth, trying to tempt her into breaking her stupid no kissing rule.
"Get a condom on," she demanded in a strained voice. He opted instead to continue rubbing against her, looking down at her defiantly. She looked up at him, eyes smoldering with annoyance. The healing force field around his right arm disappeared. Before he could snap at her, she spoke. "I'll keep healing your arm once you're inside me... Keep teasing me and I won't heal you anymore." She was as menacing as she was demanding. "There are condoms in the draw of the nightstand." He untangled himself from her, went to the nightstand's drawer, and pulled out the first condom he saw. "Wait, do you know how to put that on?"
"Of course I do," he lied. These were a human invention that he had not needed to use before. The fox had not even suggested it when they had slept together.
Ruka stared at him ruefully. She moved over to where he was with an exacerbated sigh. Taking the condom packet from him, she muttered "at least you're not a virgin. You would have cum way sooner than this."
"And I know what I'm doing," he pointed out. She looked at him long enough to make him think she was unsure how true his statement was. He was liking her less and less as this session went on. She took the condom out of the wrapper and put it on for him. "Believe me, I do not want your child," she told him. "Or anyone else's for that matter." She slipped away from him and laid down on her back in the middle of the bed. She beckoned him over to her.
He glanced down at his right arm. It still needed to be healed more. He laid down on top of her and slipped inside, a moan escaping from her mouth in the process. He went in as deeply as he could and in a one syllable demand he said "arm."
She huffed and pulled his arm into her line of sight. She cast another healing force field over his arm. He brought his arm down and began to thrust into her in earnest. She felt so warm and wet, even with the condom numbing the sensation building up in him. She pushed at him to get him into a straight backed position. Next, she took his hand and placed it at the top of her mound, giving him a nonverbal instruction to tease her there. He complied, knowing it would help reached her second demanded orgasm, but made it so difficult to thrust inside her smoothly since he could not use his right hand. She tightened on him instantly and cried out. "Harder," she demanded.
"I can't," he snapped back.
She gave a half grunt, half sigh. She pushed his hand off her clit, and shifted her legs passed him. "Put my legs on your shoulders." After a glance at his right arm, he compiled.
She pulled him down on top of her fully while her legs locked around his neck. He thrusted in her as hard as could. Her hands found his hair and she tugged on it. Her moans were growing louder as she was growing tighter. He felt like he could not handle much more of her. He silently willed her to cum before he did. Or even when he did. When he did would be so much better.
He looked down at her. She was so close, they were face to face. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed. Her breathing was chaotic, stopping and starting. He felt her tighten impossibly more, pulling him into his own orgasm unexpectedly. She screamed as she came while he shuddered and groaned softly. He collapsed on top of her, wary to keep his mouth of hers. He felt achingly, blissfully tired. This enchantress... demanding, but amazing... She looked at him, moving her lips, but no sound came out. She brushed her lips across his barely, which had been enough for him to ignore her earlier demand and kiss her fully on the mouth. She kissed back readily, opening her mouth to him, but he opted not to deepen the kiss. The kiss made everything come away from the world but her and him in alignment. If she did not talk, was not so demanding, or more reciprocating, she would probably make a wonderful lover. A feeling of fulfillment filled him.
She pulled her face back away from his and she managed to find her voice. "I said get off me," she ordered, pushing him away. He pulled out of her and laid down next to her on the bed, half hopeful she would demand another round. He reached down and pulled the condom of himself. She took her healing force field off of his arm. He observed his right forearm through sleep hazed eyes. It was healed just enough. The price had been more than worth it.
He felt the bed dip, and he glanced over to see her standing up by the dresser, and digging through her purse. She had the bed sheet wrapped clumsily around her. She looked irritated as she lit a cigarette. "What part of don't kiss me did you not understand?" she asked. She took a drag from her cigarette. "And don't just set that on the bed like that. I don't want a stain," she picked up the condom, tied it at the end, and threw it in the trash can by the bed. She took another drag.
"Then why did you kiss first?" he asked, sitting up in annoyance. If only she did not talk.
She turned backed to him. "I didn't do that! And why would I do that?" she countered irritably, taking another drag.
"Hn," he grunted, ignoring her stupid argument.
When he did not argue, she got agitated, rounding on him and grabbing his right arm. With all the healing it went through, it hardly hurt. "I told you not to do something, and you deliberating did so," she hissed. When he did not respond, she made a bold move; placing the lit end of her cigarette on his right arm.
He shoved her away and down to the floor. "You fucking bitch," he swore at her cowering form. His temper flared as he looked down at the round burn. He stood up and hurriedly put his boxes and pants back on. He reached over to her purse, pulled her packet of cigarettes out, and set them aflame in front of her.
"What the fuck do you think you doing?" she cursed at him.
"Just in case you think of burning me again," he curtly replied. He turned away and made for the balcony. He stopped, pausing next to the dress she had had so carefully lain on the chair. He set it on fire as well; make her cry out in horror. "If you cause me anymore problems, next time you'll be in the dress," he warned before leaving the room via the balcony.
Irritated with Ruka, he flitted back to what he thought was his and the fox's room, but ended up landing on the team's sitting room balcony instead. Close enough, he figured, going through the door. He stopped short when he saw the girl sitting on the couch, head slumped over the top of the couch; book half opened in hand. A faint scent of green tea hung in the air, likely coming from the tea cup sitting on the coffee table by where the girl was sitting.
She must have hardly been asleep, for her elemental serpent came across her shoulders and hissed at Hiei; making the girl jump awake. "Oh," she gasped, blinking up at him in confusion. She frowned and her lips moved rapidly for a few seconds. She should keep her communication with her elemental serpent more private. She marked her page and closed her book carefully. She rubbed her eyes.
"Why aren't you in your room?" he scolded her, allowing his irritation with Ruka to leak into this conversation.
She jumped at his rebuke. After a long pause, she responded with melancholy "I couldn't sleep. I'm worried about Yusuke... He went out with Genkai and hasn't come back yet."
"He'll be fine," Hiei told her dismissively.
She curled up on the couch, hand near her mouth. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, almost pleadingly.
"Go to bed," he ordered her, ignoring her question.
She looked up at him with a mix of fear and concern. "Are you ok...?" she hazard to ask. "What happened to with your arm? It looks a lot better..." He scowled at her, making her looked nervous. "Um..." she risked. "The kettle should still be warm if you want a cup of tea for yourself..." she suggested. "It might make you feel better." She stood up, pulling her book to her chest. He kept her eyes on her until she stumbled away out of the room. She stopped at the door, breathed the words "good night," and left the room.