*no one belongs 'cept Émigré =^.^= okie day!
Keep On Dancing
"You know who I am, don't you?"
I am left staring at the ground, a defeat, or at least, so it seems. Inu Yasha, the scoundrel!- ruins a perfectly good evening of entertainment. Hmmm, usually, I wouldn't mind if a concubine escapes before I have taken her... No, I wouldn't mind, after all, there are wenches that will whet my appetite all the same, but... but, there must be something important about that one...about you, after all... why would that damned hanyou waste his time on you if he already has a mate? What is so important about that particular one?
Oh gods, I can still taste your blood, smell your scent on my robes, and feel your body entangled with my own. I can smell the scent of another upon you as well. Why does it smell so familiar..? Why, indeed... it tickles the back of my neck, invisible fingers dancing along my spine sensuously massaging the kinks out of my shoulders... It's been a while since I've competed for a mate. I let the male scent invade my senses once more- trying to unlock the mystery that kept this one secret- where have I met this one before? Have I met you before or is it just your mate that I have encountered? Why weren't you protected by your mate? Where was he when Khazra captured you? Where was he when you pounded on the gates like a madman? What do you mean to Inu Yasha? What does he mean to Inu Yasha? I can smell power in the scent mingled with yours, smell his full youkai power... it makes me wonder- almost too much... I want you. I want you wrapped in my scent. I want you with legs wrapped around me. I want the blood of your mate. I want the fervour of the one who took you. I want you. I stand bare and let the wind rub and caress my body, as your hands would have. Through my hair, along my face, spreading airy kisses along my collar bone and biting flesh where ever you saw fit. You would do what I told you or I would tear your hide apart... and what a nice one from what I gathered- it would be a shame to let it go to waste...
I yell to the dark shadows circling around me. The moon shines favorably upon me tonight, sliding down my abdomen, smiling upon engorged flesh and the crimson blood trickling from a set of teeth imprints... made my you, dear Émigré. You fear the unknown, you fear me and my lust for you perfumes the air as well as the hurt and anger pouring from your pores. Lust and fear make a dangerous and intoxicating combination. That slight quiver in that barely controlled tone of yours, the furious pounding of your heart- I want it all. I want to taste it, I want to taste you, all of you... I'll make it worth your while.
"I am Lord Kagewaki... but you may call me Naraku..."
