The girl had been missing all morning and afternoon. So had her cousin, the detective. Hiei and Yasha went into the city to look for her. She had not been in the city before, beyond the fighting pits. The king had kept her caged up like a pet bird from when she arrived. He was far too over protective of her.
Hiei had found her in the evening, seeing her and her cousin parting ways. He watched her discreetly walking her way back to the castle, flitting from rooftop to rooftop. She was fine walking her way by herself. He considered flitting down to her, but decided to let her to herself. If something came up where she needed him, he could be by her side in an instant.
He regretted not going down to her when he had the chance. The king's former lead stable hand, the wind mage, her previous lover, coaxed her into an alley with him. It did not take him long to seduce her there, much to Hiei's displeasure. He looked at part of the scene through the girl's mind, how even though she carried on with him, she thought of Hiei, unsure if what she did with the wind mage was a betrayal. It was. The wind mage even tried to convince the girl to promise to run away with him tomorrow at dawn. The wind mage wanted to claim her as his. She was not. Hiei would make sure that would never happen.
Hiei debated interfering with them before they got too far, but that might drive her away from and into the arms of the wind mage. It would be tricky, but he made a plan instead to win her over to him and keep her from running off with the wind mage.
She parted from the wind mage, returning to the castle in the evening under Hiei's gaze. She hit a snag at the main gate though, with the guards there refusing her entrance. Hiei flitted into the grounds of the castle, watching the exchange between the girl and the guards unseen.
"Miss, the castle grounds are closed to the public," one of the guards said firmly, barring her way.
The girl looked up at the guard before her. "I'm not part of the public. I'm Nanashi. I've been living in the castle under the king's protection."
The two guards looked over at each other. They snickered at her. "Never heard that name before," one of them said.
"Please," she said shyly. "I was training to be king's guard. I was the one who rescued the prince from the direwolves."
One of the guards shook his head. "You're the angel?" he said disbelievingly. "Where's your wings?"
The other guard smacked him. "The angel lost her wings in the fighting pit, remember?"
The girl hung her head, going quiet.
"That's still not her," the first guard said. "Her hair is braided all the time. Your hair is down and is far too long to hers."
"She's also taller," the second guard commented.
The girl stared up at them, mouth gaping. "I am Nanashi. I am the angel. I saved the prince. I was once betrothed to Jiro."
The first guard stepped towards her with purpose. "Scram. Beat it," he told her.
She shook her head, standing her ground. She summoned up her wind dragon around her neck for a few seconds, just enough to show it off to them. The guards looked shocked at her, even as she shoved her way past them.
Hiei watched her go, intrigued and still annoyed at her about the wind mage. He would make her his. He would keep her from leaving the castle tomorrow morning as well.
He bidded his time, watching her mind intermittently in her mind until he had a chance to be alone with her. She went to her father, who had been with the wolf healer. He gave her privacy in those moments.
After that, she hid away from most people, only seeing her maids brief enough to ask for a private dinner to be brought to her and to tell the king she would speak to him tomorrow about what the Great Hawk Spirit had told her. That plan was good. He relayed her plan to the king, letting him know the girl was alright, back, and would speak with him tomorrow. The king was irked, but accepted those terms.
Once she was alone, he waited for a good moment to enter her room. He sensed his chance when she got into her shower. He entered her room, locking her door behind him. He sat down on her bed, waiting, fidgeting. He suddenly got up, leaning his sheathed sword against the far side of the head of her bed. The side she did not often sleep on. He took off his boots and set them next to it. He sat back down on her side of the bed, nearest her bathroom. He tapped his foot on the ground impatiently.
When he heard her turn off the shower, he took a steeling breath and took on an air of calm. She would be coming out of her bathroom soon. Then he could speak with her.
She came out of the bathroom, naked. Her black hair was still damp, but freshly brushed. She saw him after a few seconds delay. She gasped, covering herself as she backed back into her bathroom. He swallowed thickly, not expecting her to back off like that.
She came back into her room slowly, a large and fluffy towel wrapped around her securely. She shut the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it. "Hello," she breathed. She avoided his eye contact. "What are you doing here?"
He smirked at her coyly. He noticed her face tinge pink. A small victory. "Where were you today?" he asked her.
She bit her lip, looking nervous. "I was with my cousin."
He raised his eyebrows up. "All day?" She nodded in a rush, still not looking at him. He ticked off points on his fingers. "You've been asleep, withdrawn, and then out with your cousin."
"Yes," she said. Her breathing was heavier than normal. She was either aroused and or nervous. He could play off both to get what he wanted.
He felt a foul taste in the back of his throat though. She was not being completely honest with him. He leaned forward on the bed, elbows resting on his knees. "Who else did you see?" he pressed.
"Um," she hummed. "I met my cousin wife. And other people milling around town."
She was still trying to mislead him. "Who else?" he huffed. "Who else?" he asked again. He stood up from the bed.
She clutched the towel around her chest. "How do you know I saw anyone else?" she asked shortly. Her eyes roamed over to his forehead, resting an astute gaze on the center. "We're you spying on me?" She paled.
"The king wanted to know where you were. He sent me after you rather one of his guards. Less conspicuous," he answered.
"So you were spying on me?" she grumbled. "How long did you watch?" She paused to gasp in horror. "How much did you watch?" One of her hands came up to her mouth, covering it with her fist.
He stepped towards her, coming only half way between the two of them before halting in his tracks. She had brought her hand down to the knob of the bathroom door. He had to pull back or he would have her spooked away completely.
"I thought you wanted me," he stated. He backed up, sitting back down on the bed.
"I..." she started. "I did," she thought out loud. "I do."
"Then why are you planning to run away with Jin?" he rushed out. She looked shocked at his words. The words tumbled out. "You wanted me. You came to me. You initiated. Later on in the fighting pits, you came to me to try to rescue me. And now you want to run away with someone else?"
"You..." she started, huffing under her breath. Her face and chest were flushed. "Don't spy on me anymore. Ever again."
"If you hate it here and want to run away with someone, run away with me. I'll go with you instead if that's what you really want," he stood back up, stepping closer to her, almost pressing up against her. Taking the risk, he brought his hands down to her hips.
"I..." she began. Her face, neck, and visible part of her chest blushed. She shook slightly. Her breathing deepened. "Sleep with me," she requested in a rush, eyes closed. She opened her eyes, but did not look at him. "That's what I want."
He stared at her, blinking. He had not expected her to be that forthright with him so abruptly. He backed away from her, bringing himself to sit down on the middle of the bed. "Come here," he told her, patting the bed beside him. "Lay down."
She tiptoed over to the bed, laying herself down on her back next to him. Her hands clutched the top of her towel where the knot was. She undid her towel, laying both ends down on either side of her.
He rose up, bringing himself over top of her. She gasped, pulling him down by the back of the neck to kiss her. She deepened the kiss in a rush. Her legs spread beneath out wide beneath him, making him groan. She wanted him, and he wanted to want her, too.
He steeled himself, kissing his way down her body. His hands roamed over her. If he was going to win her over from the wind mage, he would need to work for it. His reached her mound, working his mouth over her. She twitched, bringing one to cover her mouth, and one hand burrowed in his hair. He could tell she was hardly breathing, trying to hold back any noises from escaping her mouth.
He stopped abruptly, reaching up, and yanked her hand away from her face. "No, let your voice carry," he ordered.
He let her hand go with a shake and went back down to her mound, shoving his tongue inside of her. She panted deeply, but in a subdued manner. Her upper body twisted. Her hands grasped the towel beneath her. He had her, she was close. He kept teasing her relentlessly until she came, lower back arched.
He pulled away, sinking down to his knees before her, smirking. If he played his cards right, he could keep her entertained all night, and without having to fuck her.
He slipped his way up to lay next to her. "Did you miss me?" he purred in her ear. She nodded sleepily, smiling softly at him. She could be his, not the wind mage's if he played his cards right. "Did you miss this?" he preempted before straddling her anew, ready to carry on his plan.
She gasped noisily as he rolled his hips back and forth against her bare flesh. He reached down and brought her legs around hips. He resumed rubbing against her, turning them both on as he moved. She whimpered beneath him, hands gripping his black muscle shirt the way she had griped the wind mage's shirt a few hours prior.
'Mine,' he thought to himself.
He reached his hand down, slipping three fingers instead of her as he kept rocking his hips against hers. She looked down between them, seeing exactly what he was doing. She went from looking hopeful to less so. He hoped mimicking the sensation of him fucking her would be enough to sate her. Yet know he found himself hard and wanting her. She was so narrow though, being a part human. Add in he would have to either come inside of her or pull out. Risk pregnancy or deal with the mess afterwards. The thought of both made him cringe.
He rocked himself over and inside of her as she panted and squirmed beneath him. She moaned aloud, partially screaming when she came for him. He smirked down at her, liking her reaction. He sat up on his knees, bringing her legs down to the bed on either side of him.
"Like that?" he teased, running his hands over her, from her waist to her hips. She relaxed slightly at his caress.
She stared up at him, soft smile for him that reached her eyes, giving them a beautiful warm glow. She shook her head slightly up at him, biting her lower lip. She sat up before him, bringing her hands to his belts. As she undid them, he nodded, warning. "It will hurt," he warned her. She pulled his shirt up over his head. "A lot at first." She wanted him, but had not wanted the wind mage like this. If he took her tonight, it could make her his.
"I know," she answered. She undid his belts completely and his pants.
He growled under his breath. Cockily he add, "more than last time." He rolled off of her, stripping himself down. He rolled back over top of her, freezing before sliding himself inside of her.
Her hand came up to his chest, stroking it softly. "You don't have to pull out," she said permissively.
"I will anyway," he decided. He pushed her back down to the bed, lining himself to enter her. "Ready?"
She nodded. He shoved himself inside of her, halting himself half way when she loosed an unsavory scream. Her face was scrunched up. She held her breath.
"Breathe," he told her, afraid to move inside of her. She managed a few shallow breaths that were intermixed with whimpers. He began thrusting inside of her again, slowly and shallowly. She whined mousily. "Keep breathing, just relax."
He kept inside of her, raising his upper body over hers. He brought his hands down to her sides, stroking her sides between her ribs and hips, up and down over and over again. He felt her relax more around him. He kept moving inside of her, going slow enough and gentle enough for her to handle. Even then he could tell it was hurting her.
It was not going to be hard enough or deep enough of him though. He had not planned to voice it, but she could tell. She rested his hands on his wrists, stopping him from stroking her sides. "You usually go harder than this," she said with a pained voice. "With my mouth."
"You're hurting," he made the excuse.
She tightened her grip on his wrists. "Harder." She twisted her grip. "I'll get used to it. Used to you." She looked him dead in the eye when she said it. Her gripped tightened around his wrist so hard, that it felt like something snapped inside of him.
In a flash, he shook her hands off of his wrists. He took her wrists in his hands in turn, pinning them down by both sides of her head. He shoved himself deeper inside of her, even as she screamed in response. He thrust over and over again inside of her, even as she whimpered painfully beneath him. She even blinked out a tear or two intermittently.
"You're mine," he grunted down at her. Only her pained whimpers responded. "Not the king's," he panted. "Not Jiro's. Not-" he paused, not wanting to slip up and say the wind mage's name again. "Not- no one else's." He kept going harder and harder inside of her, in spite of the pain she was feeling. She told him to.
She pulled against his grip, trying in vain to free her hands. "Yes, Hiei," she groaned out.
He let her wrists go. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him. He felt close, trying to gauge when would be a good time to pull out of her. He pushed her off of him, pulling himself out of her. He was not quite ready to come himself. He sat up, bringing his hand over his cock.
He could tell she was looking up at him, but he would not meet her eye. She surprised him, pushing him unexpectedly onto his back. She pushed his hand away, replacing it with her mouth. He moaned loudly, not expecting her to do that. She hummed on him, finishing him unexpectedly.
She pulled her mouth off of him, laying her head against his thigh. He stroked her hair gruffly. She raised her head up to him, requesting softly, "will you stay the night?"
He smirked down at her, nodding. He was very well planning on it. If he stayed, he could ensure she did spirit herself away with the wind mage at dawn. He sat and stood up, pulling her up with him. She stumbled on her feet, wincing. Her hand came to rest on the front of her hips.
He tucked her into bed with him, pulling her close and holding onto her. Even after they fell asleep, he could still keep hold of her to keep her from getting away.
He slept hard beside her, harder than he anticipated. When he awoke, he did so with a start. He could see from her closed curtained window that grey light from streaming into the room onto the floor. He did not see the girl though. He sat up in panic, trying to sense for her. He heard the sink in her bathroom start running. He felt his panic melt away.
She came back into the room groggily, climbing back into the bed with him. He noticed her sneak a peak at the window and the door, staring at them both a little too long for his comfort. "Are you alright?" she asked. "You're sitting up."
He nodded, giving her a studying look. Here was a half angel, who could likely have any man, or woman, in the kingdom. Was once engaged to the most eligible royal in the kingdom. Yet she was in bed with him, wanted him. Insisted he sleep with her. A former pit fighter that was once on the run.
Without warning, he pushed her down onto her, straddling her. He kissed her demandingly, keeping her attention on him. Boldly, she snuck her hand down between, grabbing him and rubbing him up and down. He growled at her, staying her hand.
"You're not ready for that so suddenly, yet," he warned. He smirked down at her, slipping his fingers inside of her, with the goal to both stretch her out and turn her on for him. "Mine," he whispered. She nodded up at him.
He pulled his hand out, rubbing his cock against her. She snuck her hand down between them, shy look on her face. He sighed, nodding. She pushed him inside of her, even as she winced, face scrunched up. He took over the thrust, shoving himself deeper inside of her. She whimpered, but still nodded at him. She wrapped her legs around his lower back and her arms around his neck. He took her as slow as he could, but enough to where he could enjoy himself.
"You don't have to pull out," she strained out the whisper. "Asa," she said the wolf healers name. He stopped abruptly, looking down at her. "Oh," she mumbled, looking embarrassed. "No, I... I can get moon tea from from Asa... is all."
He shook his head down at her, entertained instead of annoyed with her mix up now. He continued moving inside of her, feeling himself close. He took her as gently as he could manage. When he felt on the edge, he slipped out of her, getting himself to come on her stomach instead of inside of her. She gasped when she felt it, pushing him up by the shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise.
He got off of her, going to the bathroom and fetching her hand towel next to her sink. He came back to her, starting to clean her off. Gently, she took the towel from him, completing the act herself thankfully.
'Mine,' he thought over at her. 'Only mine.'