What We've Bled and Anchored
By SMYGO4EVA

No, they knew why.

They knew why Midoriko was there: to be an audience with the Beast King, Kirinmaru. It was the two of them in his chambers, no one within earshot, just how they wanted it.

Midoriko didn't ask why this happened, how this happened. She was aware of it all; her feelings were far greater than she could have imagined.

She knew that, and now he knew it.

"My Lady…"

The Beast King, Kirinmaru took her hand with his, clawed nails brushing past her skin. Midoriko looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she stilled.

His eyes, they were not of a monster's, a demon, but that of the one she loved.

Midoriko knew this was not meant to be, even as his hand laced with hers, with her returning such a small gesture. She moved forward, slowly, her heart drumming in her chest, and she pulled herself in, her head upon his shoulder.

After everything, after she created the Sacred Jewel, what he and so many demons sought after, she couldn't find herself to reconcile such feelings.

She wasn't ready to give herself away, as her duty as a priestess was paramount.

But this one day, with Kirinmaru …

"My King," Midoriko looked up at him, meeting his gaze, a delicate smile on her features.

Kirinmaru let out a soft breath, almost hesitant, but he then leaned in and caught her lips with his own.

The kiss tightened, and Midoriko stifled a surprised yet delighted noise, her hands grasping onto the Beast King's arm.

She lowered herself onto the floor, with him straddling her, quickly disrobing himself while she opened up her robes, baring her chest for his eyes only.

Kirinmaru growled as he leaned in and let his tongue slide down, licking in wet strokes. Midoriko gasped, shuddering under his touch, pulling herself close to him, her hands on Kirinmaru's face and jaw.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, as she could feel his bare flesh prod against her, just as he felt her pleasant wetness between her legs. His hands entangled in her onyx black hair, his arms around her, tightly, tightly, as he moved within her, and she threw her head back, letting such pleasure take over.

They moved together, this very union of human and demon, the priestess and the Beast King, time and time again; they became one.

He bore scars from battle, and she carried a new life inside her.

Kirinmaru let his love and desire for the priestess consume him.

Midoriko let her heart, her emotions, rule above all else.


(A/N: This was my first time writing for Yashahime, so forgive me if there are some character inconsistencies.)