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'Thoughts'

Yume's First Time pt 2 (NSFW)

Again, I was forced into a pitifully monotonous day of being forced to remain in the human world. Every day I observed these vile creatures going about their day, pretending to be upstanding in the face of others only to spit at their backs when alone. While others were simply idiots who happily indulged in tedious complacency that got them no closer to whatever self-imposed goal, they set for themselves. But it wasn't as though the same kind didn't litter the plains of demon world as well. Still, there was nothing else to do as the sentence given to me by spirit world had me locked in the same daily routine that I found distasteful in these humans. At least when we were fighting Tuguro I had a goal to strive for and adequate challengers to test myself against. Though, even this was better than being a forced errand boy for Koenma and Yume.

Below the tree I had claimed as my own these past few days the sound of children chasing a dog interrupted my thoughts. The tree was situated in a modest neighborhood park that usually would be scarce of people at this time. So, this intrusion into the silence I've come to expect turned my expression sour, yet I remained in my spot simply choosing to ignore them. Much like I do to Kuwabara whenever he opens his mouth.

The next interruption, however, was one that I couldn't ignore. The breeze suddenly changed direction and barged into my nostrils from the west, bearing with it a sweet and intoxicating scent. Without thinking I sat upright, peering into the direction it came from as I tried to wrap my mind around this smell. This sweet scent belonged to Yume, but something was different about it, and it didn't take me long to figure out what it was. She was in heat and this simple thought had me instinctively jump to my feet before willing myself to stay put. Seemed like today I would need to find another spot to spend the day least the instinctual desire of any demon who catches a whiff of a female in heat takes over. Besides she was the Kurama's woman and surely, he would handle her. Yet I consciously made the decision to head towards the scent for one reason only; the accompanying male demon's scent was one I didn't recognize.

In regards to Yume I had admittedly - though never verbally - become somewhat...fond of her. Perhaps similarly to the way I viewed Yukina, if only for the similarities of their hair and eyes. It was possibly the reason why I did completely loath the idea of watching over her during her time in the spirit world. However, the moment I climbed through the window of her room it was like being hit with vertigo and one truth became glaringly clear; she wasn't anything like Yukina. This was a female demon, with no blood ties in heat. And clearly, she didn't fully understand what was happening. Not even in her right mind to realize how close to being forcibly taken she was. Though she seemed to intrinsically realize that I was no safer to be alone with despite her attempts to act normally. I gave her a warning but in her state, she probably didn't understand it. It wasn't until I escaped and was outside did, I feel well enough to breathe normally. Kurama was a fool. Did he not realize the signs when the two of them were at that human school? Or smell the change in her scent?

Before long I came to a stop on a rooftop, and though I was no longer engulfed by Yume's scent it still clung to me. A temptation to forgo everything and turn around. I increased my demon energy and waited. As expected, it wasn't long before I was staring into intense green eyes. It was almost funny how he tried to keep his emotions in check, but the way he scrutinized me was less than friendly.

~Kurama's Pov~

"Hiei, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Confusion and instinctual anger battled within my mind and I struggled to maintain my rational mind. Hiei's placid expression, save for the slight tension in his posture, gave nothing away. But really anything that he could've said was meaningless, because I could smell it. It was woven into his clothes, his skin and it the wind that blew from behind him. It was her smell. MY Yume's scent.

"Drop the act Kurama. I can tell from here you've trying your hardest to not attack me."

Hiei's responding smirk prodded at the growing beast inside me, at and the way his smirked widened I had the suspicion it was done on purpose.

"Then let me rephrase my question. Why are you here with...with her scent? And my apologies, but I'm not in the mood for a lengthy explanation."

"So says the one spending this day in ignorance as his woman is nearly attacked."

"Attacked! Explain!"

"Thought you didn't want a lengthy story."

"Hiei." My patience was quickly growing thing and my warning tone only made Hiei sigh.

"Surely you've realized by now the meaning of this scent. Are you sure you should be here wasting your time chatting?"

Hiei was right of course. The moment I noticed that her scent was mixed with his, my mind went blank and I only wanted to know "why" but stupidly I didn't think to head to its source. I wasn't thinking straight. It came to me that he had purposefully stood upwind of me. Yume's place was currently downwind of me. Could that be why I didn't notice. Did he come here to get my attention and let me know. If so, that was rather thoughtful of him. I should thank him, but my mind was now elsewhere. In my haste I spared not another word before quickly navigating the rooftops towards Yume's home. It also irked me that I didn't notice this earlier. Her sudden spouts of jealousy, and the way she could continuously stare into the distance. The change in her scent and her increasing body heat should've given it away! The thought did cross my mind, but it wasn't quite the same as when she went into heat in the demon world. So, when she said she was sick, I stupidly assumed she was just coming down with a cold.

Does she even know what was happening to her? I would highly doubt it.

Hiei said she was attacked. It was possible that he had come to her rescue from another demon that had smelled her.

...Why wasn't I there!?

As soon as I was close enough to catch the scent it was like being hit in the chest. I came to a stop to keep my vision steady. Just what was I doing. When I got there what was I going to do? Would I be able to stay focused? The would be the first time I was so close to a demon in heat, but this wasn't just any demon., This was Yume.

Don't go any further! My rational mind screamed at me. But it also told me it would be bad if any other demon caught wind of her...but is my being here any safer for her? At this point I couldn't say for sure. The heavy and heady scent of a female in heat saturated the air, making every inhale a struggle to stay sane. It felt like a deep, dark hole that wanted to swallow me whole and never let me go. That enticing force whispered to me with every tremble of my heart. By the time I stood in front of her sweat rolled down my back and my breathing labored. I steeled myself before moving closer. It was hard to tell because of Yume's scent but it seemed she was alone. Neither her brothers nor parents were here.

After taking a quick glance around I jumped into the open window. The moment I did my eyes widened at the mouthwatering, blood pumping sight. I couldn't take my eyes off of Yume, even though I knew I should and something inside of me began clawing vigorously against my chest. It wanted out...and I wanted to let it out.

Yume, seated face down ass up, laid in the bed in a simple oversized shirt, that had fell towards her chest, giving me the perfect view of her swaying hips. Before I could stop myself, my eyes appreciated the curve of her plump behind, down the arch of her back and to her chest where just a teasing view of the underside of her breast lay. Like a magnet my eyes were then drawn to her hand, nestled between her legs, and making me groan low in my throat. The wet squelching and the ragged puffs of hair from her lips only stretched my already thin restraint. Her face was faced towards me, but glazed overlook in her eyes only saw the relief she desired. Her legs trembled under her weight and beads of sweat rolled down her shins making me want to replace every drop with my tongue.

Her hand moved faster and her whining more frequent until finally her face fell lax from reaching her peak. When her release hit her the sweetest sent by far danced around my senses. It was thickly sweet, not overwhelmingly so, but much like a rich honey. My tongue darted out to pass over my dry lips.

But...something was wrong. Her pleasured moans turned into sobs of frustration and pain, and they continued weakly even as she began to find a steady rhythm again. Realizing she was in pain was like a punch in the gut, and I was moving before I knew it. That yearning and burn she was feeling wouldn't go away until she either suffered through her heat period or she found someone to douse that ache. The gradual tightening of my pants pleaded for me to choose the one that would give us the most pleasure, but I couldn't. I couldn't do that to Yume.

"I... I can't..." Yume cried, her voice scratched raw.

"I don't...want..."

But it was like her body had a mind of its own as her hand continued to move against her wishes.

I knelt by the bed, keeping my eyes trained on hers, while I pulled out a pink spotted blue rose. It was like the one that I had used on her in the hospital, but this one would only put her to sleep. Using this she would fall into a deep sleep for the rest of the day and tomorrow. I wasn't sure why she was alone, but regardless I would need to leave some sort of explanation to her parents behind why she was sleeping for so long. Thankfully, they were aware of her demon side so making something up would be easy.

The plan was simple. All I had to do was bring the rose closer so she could smell it, but it was then her eyes came into slight focus and landed on me. Her eyelids fluttered like wings of a butterfly as a honey filled smile spread across her face.

"Kurama..."

My name spilled from her lips in a relieved yet painful breathy sigh. Like she was waiting for me the entire time. Like I was the solution, the only solution, to her pain. But even though she realized who I was, she didn't stop pleasuring herself in slow circles. When she called my name again it was like a sirens call beckoning me into that same delirious heat and damn if my body wasn't welcoming the fall. I swallowed dryly, my throat bobbing heavily at the sandpaper like sensation.

...I couldn't help myself. My body was moving on its own, trembling hand reaching out to run my knuckle along her cheek.

It was a simple touch, but it was all it took to have her skin burst with a new wave of heat. I flinched at the contact, before fully palming her cheek and drawing a sharp inhale followed by a beautiful shiver. Yume's eyes narrowed in feverish delight and nuzzled into my palm. Seeing this my heart shook with affection, desire, and possessiveness.

My thumb rested against her glistening lips, warmed by her constant panting. Gently I traced her lips, plump and red. Probably from biting them. When was the last time I even kissed her? Back on the ship coming home? No, even further than that. It was back on hanging neck island. Why couldn't I remember? While trying to recall the feel of her lips, my thumb continued to move gradually pressing harder and harder until it slipped inside the waiting warmth of her mouth.

My thoughts were hijacked by that feeling and a low rumble rippled in my chest. I was in a daze as I maneuvered my hand to grip her chin but kept my thumb in her mouth. As if knowing what to do, Yume went lax, mouth open and tongue hanging out waiting for me and giving me an unobstructed view down her throat. And regretfully I didn't reject the invitation. My thumb moved slowly along the length of her tongue, taking satisfaction at how it twitched beneath my caresses. The way her tongue cutely pressed against my thumb, her perfect white teeth, and her throat constricting to swallow her saliva was all breathtaking to me. Even how what she couldn't swallow ran down my wrist.

I wanted to feel more of her warmth, so I pushed my thumb deeper until my knuckle brushed against her upper lip. She slurped around my thumb, the lewd sounds only fueling the increasing twitching in my pants. In and out and in and out. Over and over against I felt the brush of her tongue, and whenever I reached the edge of her tongue it would flick lightly at my thumb. I was lost in the movement, occasionally thrusting slowly, slightly picking up speed as well as alternating how much strength I pressed down on her tongue with. I wanted to go deeper inside. Feel her sucking and squeezing around my thumb. I wanted...I needed-

"Ku..ahma-" Yume's moaning was what tore my zeroed in gaze to her face, "Iih...fealsh goo..mo..ah..."

Like being burned I snatched my hand back appalled by what I just did. What was I thinking!? I was too late to realize that it wasn't the descent I was fighting against. The moment I entered the room the battle was lost. No. I was fighting to get out of that hole...a fight I was also losing.

When I jumped back confusion crossed her face unable to understand why I ran away.

"Why...Kurama..."

"I-" I coughed hoping to soothe some of the roughness in my voice, but it didn't help, "I'm sorry...You aren't - we aren't thinking straight."

Her brow creased further as she sat up, her shirt falling to above her thigh. I wish I could say it helped, but the image of her body was burned in my mind so all it did was tease me now that I couldn't see her.

"Please Kurama I-" She pulled at her shirt as she pleaded with me, "I don't know w-what to d-do...It's s-so hot but w-when yo-"

She groaned her hand sliding under her shirt and between her legs. I knew she couldn't help it. Her body was driving her to act like this, but it didn't help the situation. I looked away hoping it was help both of us save face.

"Y-you touch me I... the burning...i-it goes a-away.." She was crying now. "Please, Kurama. Please, please...H-help me...I-i'm scared."

"Please, please, please..." She continued to pant as the sounds between her legs grew louder.

"I-i'm so hot...My b-body c-can't...I-it hurts..."

My chest burned at her begging, but I didn't answer. I couldn't answer her. My throat closed around any words I wanted to say because they weren't words that would help the situation. All I could do was a sad whisper of her name that made her cry out more. I looked down at the flower in my hand, using that as the anchor to pull me out of those murky, desire filled waters.

"I will...Yume." I finally looked at her, glancing away for only a moment before gripping my resolve. "I'll do whatever it takes...But first...Take this..."

My hands trembled as I took heavy steps closer and held out the rose.

"A... Flower?"

"Yes, it has a unique scent...I wanted to show you..." I was barely speaking now and was unsure if she could hear me above her own panting.

She pouted, held tilting in confusion. I could see the gears fighting to work as she lethargically looked from the flower to me. "Then...then...you'll s-stop...th-the burning...?"

My groin twitched at her upturned gaze, "Yes."

Yume leaned forward and I held the flower under her nose. Her eye's widened slightly before fluttering, and shadows began to swirl in her gaze. Her shoulders slowly drooped, and her head lolled forward until her forehead hit her chest. Relief and disappointment beat within my chest. With this she should be ok for a while. I looked over to the potted rose she had and walked towards it.

I then produced a small seed, planted it and watched it grow into another rose. Though this was a deeper shade of red than any normal rose. This one also had thorns and even the petals were curved in such a way that they looked ready to cut anyone that would touch it. This rose was different from the normal rose I used outside of its unique appearance. When I'm not around, and a demon other than myself gets closer, it will pulsate with demonic energy as a warning. If the demon ignores the warning the intervals between pulses will shorten until all the energy used to grow the flower is gone. Of course, I will also be aware of each time the rose activates. Given that putting her to sleep didn't nullify her scent she was now vulnerable. Honestly, I wanted to stay with her but who knows when her family would return. For now, this was the best solution, and if something happens, I could rush back. Now it was time to leave before I didn't anything else I would regret.

I was so in my thoughts that I didn't notice the figure behind me until arms wrapped around my stomach, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. It was embarrassing how jittery I was.

"W-what?"

Yume's feverish, limp eyes gaze greeted me when I turned around. A pleased smile stretched across her lips as she said, "You promised..."

I froze, unsure why my plan didn't work. She should be asleep. Did it not work on her? No, looking closer she was even less focused than earlier, meaning she was just fighting it. Since I didn't want to have her sleeping for too long, I didn't make the effects of the flower that powerful. But it looked like it wouldn't take her much longer to succumb. I would just have to hold out. Yume pushed her body against mine, her heavy breathing rolling down my neck and producing goosebumps, while her hardened nipples rubbed against my back. Her moan was airy at the contact and she wiggled for more stimulation.

"Kurama...you promised...hurry..."

My mind was moving so slowly that I had barely realized that I was leading her to the floor. I sat on the floor against the bed and placed her between my legs, hugging her tightly from behind.

'How much longer...Go to sleep...Please...I'm going crazy here...'

She squirmed in my grasp with a needy whine, brushing against the bulge in my pants I could no longer ignore. My eyes fluttered and the sensation was too much for my weakening resolve. She smelled so sweet. Every nerve ending in my mouth buzzed with energy, wanting just a small taste.

'...It would be...ok...right? Just a taste?'

"Kurama..." Yume mewled enticingly, "...Why aren't you..." She craned her neck, a pout on her flushed face. Eager, warm fingers worked into my own, that currently had a death grip around her waist. Her right hand was so slippery and the mere thought of her sweet juices now covering my hand made my hips twitch. My name breathed pass her lips once more and it was then my own latched onto the junction of her neck.

Sweet. So sweet. Sweeter than I could've ever imagined. Later I would hate myself, but for now I sucked at her skin like it was the very elixir of life. Every kiss, her swipe of my tongue from her shoulder to the underside of her chin made me want more. And Yume, her trembling and wiggling had grown so much that her rubbing had me fully erect. I nipped gently around her neck, peppering light kisses around that familiar spot that once held my mark. I gazed up at her flushed face, mouth hung open in a silent moan as she continuously pushed back against me.

I bit down into her neck, harsher than I meant to, and Yume threw her head back with a long moan of my name. Growing bolder I gripped at her waist, guiding her movements as I slowly began to rut into her. I could feel the outline of my cock straining against my pants, pressing harder and harder against her ass as I rode out my growing desire. I shuddered feeling my slip between her ass cheeks, her shirt ridding up ever so slightly. She reached her hand around, treading them through my hair and tugging with every rock of my hips. A few strands caught my eye and for a moment I thought I saw the tips turning silver, but with a blink it was gone. She whispered for more, the smell of our scents mixing spurring me on, and I ground harder against her. I groaned against her flesh, her warmth spilling around me and continuously drawing out my own heat.

Her shirt was so thin and clung to the sweat that glittered on her body. It stuck to her chest, outlining those heaving mounds of soft flesh that I wanted nothing more than to suckle against. I drew circles with my tongue on her neck while my eyes stayed locked on her breast. I imagined those hard nubs rolling around my tongue, growing harder with every suck and tug. Somehow, I kept my desire to squeeze them in check, curbing it my gripping at her waist and pulling her quicker against me. Her free hand once again moved down towards her sweetest part and that familiar wet sound bounced off the walls. Her volume increased as did the speed of her hand and I couldn't help but watch entranced.

She was so damn beautiful, and I knew I should be ashamed of myself. Not only were we rather young, but Yume was being driven by a reason she didn't even know. I was supposed to be the one to help her but instead I was taking advantage of the situation.

'But...I promised her I would help. It's just until she sleeps...Then I'll be able to leave'

I gave myself whatever reason I could think of because the real reason was, I was too far gone. That same heat controlling her now seared across my skin, asking me, begging me for more. I needed to be inside of her. Reaching her deepest areas and feeling all of her wrapped around me. Then I could give her what she wanted, painting her white until it pooled inside of her to cool that fire. I grazed my eyes over her face to watch each expression like my own personal slideshow. Raw desire overshadowed everything, even the frustration that made her eyebrows knit together. Her eyes were clammed shut as her head moved from side to side - as much as it could with me on her neck - while her hand worked faster against herself.

"K-kurama...Please, please more...Don't stop!"

I gulped and looked down, only now having realized that I had grabbed her wrist and was moving her hand myself. Somehow, I resisted touching myself, but it was a small victory tainted with guilt from how far I'd fallen. My eyes closed to listen to those delectable sounds and to imagine how it looked. Was it as pink, and warm as her mouth? How fast was it twitching? Wanting something buried inside?

Yume muffled a moan when I pushed her hand down towards where her entrance would be. I knew enough of female anatomy, and memories of many centuries ago, to know where to go. Her legs trembled, body writing in the pleasure I was bringing her. I felt so powerful knowing that I was able to do this for her. I readjusted my grip on her wrist and moved her hand, making sure to push her finger inside as far as it would go. She was so wet that I was sure 2 r even 3 fingers would be no problem. Her hips moved more, enticing me to move faster and I did. The sound of her moans and slick juices filled the otherwise quiet room, growing more and more until her body shuddered and stilled. Her butt pushed back as her back arched as far as it could go. Warmth gushed from her legs as her slick ran down her hand and onto mine.

I pulled our hands away, watching with delight and hunger how our hand shined in the light from the window. Saliva pooled in my throat with the desire to taste it. Would it be how I remembered? Or sweeter? Beside me she was catching her breath, slowly coming back down.

I kissed upwards to the spot behind her ear, and the sweetest tune vibrated through my ears. She was still sensitive here just like before. But there was another new spot I found that made her sing, oh so beautifully. With open mouth kisses I moved to the back of her neck, down to where her neck and back met and sucked.

There it is.

Her back arched and her hand fisted my hair with desperate tugs, and heated breaths. I looked back around at her face and her dark, desire filled eyes met mine. They dropped down to my lips in a silent demand. I swallowed dryly and leaned forward to claim those glistening lips for my own. But then her head lolled forward until her forehead hit mine, jarring me enough to realize that she had finally fallen asleep.

I felt a snarl wanting to form at the thought of being interrupted when I was so close to her. Her neck was pulsating with heat, continuously drawing my attention back to it and even as she slept, I buried my face into the space trying to will myself to calm down. I stilled my trembling hips but was still unable to pull myself away from her.

"Yume..." I pined into her neck, nuzzling softly almost wishing she would wake back up.

But it was for the best and after what felt like eternity, I felt sane enough to pull away and lay her on the bed. Her breathing had gone back to normal, and her face was still flushed but devoid of that pain and desire for relief. She was drenched in sweat, her shirt nothing more than a see-through cloth, and I briefly thought about changing her shirt but...

I shook my head, the cloud of desire trying to take over again. Guilt began swirling inside my chest at the sight of the red marks beginning to form on her neck. I wasn't too rough though...They wouldn't leave a bruise...I stiffly walked over to a towel lying on the floor and gently wiped at her legs, arms and any other exposed place of sweat and other substances. The floor where we sat also glittered with the stains of her arousal, which I also quickly wiped up. I needed to get out of here. Even as I trudged towards the window it felt I was going against everything I was. My inner demon growled and snarled, fighting more and more the closer I came to the window. I didn't even risk looking back before escaping.

I ran, not once stopping, until I barged through the front door of my home - startling my poor mother - but didn't stop until I was safe in my room. The memory of Yume's body on mine licked at the flames of desire, and I could still smell her. Her intoxicating scent permeated my clothes, and I felt the phantom tug of her hands in my hair. I don't ever remember undressing quicker than I did now. A deep hiss was forced through my teeth as I jumped into the cold shower. I couldn't ignore my erection that stood proud against my stomach and weeping from its tip.

With clenched teeth and only minimal regret, I fisted myself dragging my hand slowly at first. I kept myself up with my other hand as I closed my eyes to conjure Yume's image. Of course, I've thought about her, but I had never felt the urge to masturbate to her image. But today was different. Remembering the way she opened her mouth for me made me jerk into my fist. My grip tightened, imagining it being her throat and with a few more tugs my cum spurt out against the floor only to be washed away by the water. Despite the cold shower, my body felt hotter than ever. With a sigh I started moving my hand again for the second of many sessions that day.

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The next one will be the start of the Chapter Black Saga!