Stripped:
Entry 4
By Senshi's Tenshi
Friday, November 28, 2003
"Arrrrrggg.....mmmmmmffffff....ooooooooooohhhhhhh...aaaaaaahhh....DAMN HUMAN BODY!!!"
Botan was pissed. no, pissed was an understatement. It was that dreaded time of the month. and Botan was now human--
--the human mate of Shuiichi Minamino, aka Youko Kurama, or just Kurama.
"Where is . . . that. . . KITSUNE?!?!"
She wanted some damn pills. and now!
"That fox-boy had left three, THREE hours ago! WHAT is taking him this damn long?!"
-Click, footsteps, keys-
Botan had finally managed to get off the floor of the bedroom and sit in a semi-comfortable position on their bed.
"THAT KITSUNE DIES!"
The bedroom door opened. In swayed a drunk shadow, with the body following in suit.
"Oohh . . . ooooofff . . . Where's . . . the . . . lllllight?"
Botan blinked, it was still day time, and the curtains were open. So WHAT was that baka kitsune talking about?!
"Kurama." Botan was back to glaring at a new target, the one she pictured glaring at in her mind this whole time-
--her mate.
"WHERE ARE. THOSE PIILS?!"
Kurama swayed towards his mate.
"Hey good looking... are you hurt... cuz heaven is a loooong. *hiccup*. waaaay. from 'ear. *hiccup*"
Botan finally took in the eerie, pugnant smell that had covered the area of her once lovely, rose-scented bedroom.
"What . . . is that stench?!"
Botan held her noise and blinked at her mate.
"Have you been drinking, Kurama?"
Kurama swayed some more, leaned over to be face to face with Botan and drew out his tongue.
"Pttttt!!!!!"
Botan sweatdropped, this wasn't a good day at all. He was sticking his tongue at her and practically SPITTING at her!! She growled and bit his tongue.
"You moron!! My damn pills! Give me!!"
She held out her hand, only to get her mate to grab it in his larger one and push her over onto the bed. This didn't settle well with her.
"Kurama. what are you doing, baka kitsune?!?! GIVE. ME. MY. DAMN. PILLS!!"
She had enough, another wave of cramps came into play. She gritted her teeth as she was yelled her command out. Kurama only laughed at her and bent closer to her layed and ticked off form. This amused his demented mind to no end.
"Love. why so. tense?"
His husky voice, laced with lust and alcohol didn't sit well with Botan's stomach, or her cramps. And as Kurama's hands started to roam on her body, she shrieked.
"KURAMA?! YOU BAKA!!! I'm on my MONTHLY!!"
The shriek and the pissed comment fell on deaf ears. Kurama kept roaming her body and let her feel his heated member. He wanted her, but he wanted to touch her milky skin before devouring it. He slid his hands to her shirt, that button-up, lavender shirt that accented her pink-purple eyes and blue hair. Ohh, he was going to have some fun tonight.
Kurama leaned over and kissed Botan straight on the lips, hard and long, his fingers still slowly unbuttoning her top.
When Botan could finally regain her senses, the surprise-attack and heated kiss had already been broken by Kurama. His lips were just a few centimeters from her left breast, right where the padding of the bra met the strap.
Kurama too Botan's left bra strap into his mouth, letting his tongue flick over the leather obscenity and gnawed his fangs on it. The strap being leather made a snapping noise before letting go of its mistress's left breast. This tactic was used on Botan's right strap as well.
But Kurama, whether he be drunk and horny or not, fully intended to go slow and be alluring, to get his mate excited and hot--- hot for him, and him alone.
Botan squirmed underneath her baka, drunk, hormonal mate. "You... BAKA, DRUNK, HORMONAL. BAKA!!!" Her cramp had ended for now. so she took the chance and bonked Kurama, the sneaky Mr.-I-Cool-Calm-and-Smart kitsune. who wasn't paying any attention to her mind set or her hands.
"Botan! What are you doing!?" Kurama was confused, wasn't he pleasing her? Okay, more like teasing...but still! I was doing just great!
Botan just glared, but Kurama's gazed had dropped lower... *DROOOOOOL!!* My god! Milky... white...*licks lips*... delicious... as they always are.. .but the red bra--or what is left of it--Mmmmm... more appetizing.
Botan glared more and slapped Kurama, hard, and on the cheek.
"A pretty little reminder for you Mr. Fox! Look at the woman's FACE when you are talking to her!!"
Kurama only touched his red cheek, licking his lips. Ohh. I'll get you for that love... nice and slow...
"Kurama?! Do I need to give you another reminder?!"
Kurama shook his head, but kept his feral grin, he wasn't done just yet.
"I'm not talking to you love... you're doing all the talking." He was being cocky and he knew this would only further piss his mate off. And soon...you'll be doing all the screaming too...Screaming out my name...
"Stop thinking with your dick, Youko!!"
Kurama growled Youko?! Do I look or act like him...*growl*...love??" Kurama growled deeper, he didn't like that... not one bit. My Botan is definitely not going to be my other side's...Only I can have her....I'll -simply- ...make that clear to her.
Kurama's deep growls had made Botan whimper, she had never seen this side of her lover... then again...he was never drunk either.
Kurama leaned more and kissed Botan's right breast, while grinding his hard, heated manhood into her left, inner thigh. Botan gasped and made a half whimper, half moan noise. First the stupidity, then the creepiness, and now sexual torture. Just WHAT is this baka up to?!?! Botan was trying not to make approved purrs for her lover's tenacious intimate gestures. If she could, she'd growl at HIM!
Kurama trailed his kisses and teasing licks to Botan's left breast. His hard-on moving in a slight up and down manner against her inner thighs, as his hands traced their way to her waist. Botan, breathing in short gasps didn't notice where her mate's hands were going this time; her brain was more focused on where his mouth and tongue were and what they were doing.
Botan moaned again. This wasn't like her lover, to leave her so...wanting and unsatiated. But Kurama kept going on with his torture.
Kurama continued with his ministrations. His mouth and tongue flicking across Botan's milky breasts and rosy, taut nipples; his hands unbuttoning and slipping off her pants. Nice cute, tight jeans...on the floor...even nicer.
Kurama stopped his taunting teases and kissed Botan full on the lips, while placing one of his hands on her panties. After finishing the heated kiss, he moved his body higher up on hers and lustfully whispered in her ear.
"You're mine, wench."
Botan blinked. surely her mate just hadn't called her a wench. She blinked again and looked into his eyes. "Kurama... love... DID YOU JUST CALL ME A WENCH?!?!?!" Kurama blinked and ignored Botan's shriek. He looked down on her body and moved a bit lower. He looked back up, blinked, and then back down. By then Botan had stopped her fuming and blinked as well, curious as to what her no- brained mate was up to now.
Kurama patted Botan's panties and blinked once more before looking up at her, his hand still at her panties.
"... Ermm... Love... Why is there a bulge in your panties??"
Botan blinked and let the comment sink in.
"...I thought I was the only one in this relationship with that kind of a condition or is it a talent?" He chuckled lowly and grinned. And next thing he knew, he was seeing swirls with an irritated, practically nude Botan standing up fuming, holding one hand up in a fist.
After fuming for about... three seconds, she put back her clothes... or what was left of them and walked about murmuring.
"... I'm getting a dildo... better yet... a vibrating dildo... no comments... doesn't come home late... never drunk... turns on when I want it to and turns off with the flick of my finger.... and any size I want... A wonderful invention... truly..."
"Arrrrrggg.....mmmmmmffffff....ooooooooooohhhhhhh...aaaaaaahhh....DAMN HUMAN BODY!!!"
Botan was pissed. no, pissed was an understatement. It was that dreaded time of the month. and Botan was now human--
--the human mate of Shuiichi Minamino, aka Youko Kurama, or just Kurama.
"Where is . . . that. . . KITSUNE?!?!"
She wanted some damn pills. and now!
"That fox-boy had left three, THREE hours ago! WHAT is taking him this damn long?!"
-Click, footsteps, keys-
Botan had finally managed to get off the floor of the bedroom and sit in a semi-comfortable position on their bed.
"THAT KITSUNE DIES!"
The bedroom door opened. In swayed a drunk shadow, with the body following in suit.
"Oohh . . . ooooofff . . . Where's . . . the . . . lllllight?"
Botan blinked, it was still day time, and the curtains were open. So WHAT was that baka kitsune talking about?!
"Kurama." Botan was back to glaring at a new target, the one she pictured glaring at in her mind this whole time-
--her mate.
"WHERE ARE. THOSE PIILS?!"
Kurama swayed towards his mate.
"Hey good looking... are you hurt... cuz heaven is a loooong. *hiccup*. waaaay. from 'ear. *hiccup*"
Botan finally took in the eerie, pugnant smell that had covered the area of her once lovely, rose-scented bedroom.
"What . . . is that stench?!"
Botan held her noise and blinked at her mate.
"Have you been drinking, Kurama?"
Kurama swayed some more, leaned over to be face to face with Botan and drew out his tongue.
"Pttttt!!!!!"
Botan sweatdropped, this wasn't a good day at all. He was sticking his tongue at her and practically SPITTING at her!! She growled and bit his tongue.
"You moron!! My damn pills! Give me!!"
She held out her hand, only to get her mate to grab it in his larger one and push her over onto the bed. This didn't settle well with her.
"Kurama. what are you doing, baka kitsune?!?! GIVE. ME. MY. DAMN. PILLS!!"
She had enough, another wave of cramps came into play. She gritted her teeth as she was yelled her command out. Kurama only laughed at her and bent closer to her layed and ticked off form. This amused his demented mind to no end.
"Love. why so. tense?"
His husky voice, laced with lust and alcohol didn't sit well with Botan's stomach, or her cramps. And as Kurama's hands started to roam on her body, she shrieked.
"KURAMA?! YOU BAKA!!! I'm on my MONTHLY!!"
The shriek and the pissed comment fell on deaf ears. Kurama kept roaming her body and let her feel his heated member. He wanted her, but he wanted to touch her milky skin before devouring it. He slid his hands to her shirt, that button-up, lavender shirt that accented her pink-purple eyes and blue hair. Ohh, he was going to have some fun tonight.
Kurama leaned over and kissed Botan straight on the lips, hard and long, his fingers still slowly unbuttoning her top.
When Botan could finally regain her senses, the surprise-attack and heated kiss had already been broken by Kurama. His lips were just a few centimeters from her left breast, right where the padding of the bra met the strap.
Kurama too Botan's left bra strap into his mouth, letting his tongue flick over the leather obscenity and gnawed his fangs on it. The strap being leather made a snapping noise before letting go of its mistress's left breast. This tactic was used on Botan's right strap as well.
But Kurama, whether he be drunk and horny or not, fully intended to go slow and be alluring, to get his mate excited and hot--- hot for him, and him alone.
Botan squirmed underneath her baka, drunk, hormonal mate. "You... BAKA, DRUNK, HORMONAL. BAKA!!!" Her cramp had ended for now. so she took the chance and bonked Kurama, the sneaky Mr.-I-Cool-Calm-and-Smart kitsune. who wasn't paying any attention to her mind set or her hands.
"Botan! What are you doing!?" Kurama was confused, wasn't he pleasing her? Okay, more like teasing...but still! I was doing just great!
Botan just glared, but Kurama's gazed had dropped lower... *DROOOOOOL!!* My god! Milky... white...*licks lips*... delicious... as they always are.. .but the red bra--or what is left of it--Mmmmm... more appetizing.
Botan glared more and slapped Kurama, hard, and on the cheek.
"A pretty little reminder for you Mr. Fox! Look at the woman's FACE when you are talking to her!!"
Kurama only touched his red cheek, licking his lips. Ohh. I'll get you for that love... nice and slow...
"Kurama?! Do I need to give you another reminder?!"
Kurama shook his head, but kept his feral grin, he wasn't done just yet.
"I'm not talking to you love... you're doing all the talking." He was being cocky and he knew this would only further piss his mate off. And soon...you'll be doing all the screaming too...Screaming out my name...
"Stop thinking with your dick, Youko!!"
Kurama growled Youko?! Do I look or act like him...*growl*...love??" Kurama growled deeper, he didn't like that... not one bit. My Botan is definitely not going to be my other side's...Only I can have her....I'll -simply- ...make that clear to her.
Kurama's deep growls had made Botan whimper, she had never seen this side of her lover... then again...he was never drunk either.
Kurama leaned more and kissed Botan's right breast, while grinding his hard, heated manhood into her left, inner thigh. Botan gasped and made a half whimper, half moan noise. First the stupidity, then the creepiness, and now sexual torture. Just WHAT is this baka up to?!?! Botan was trying not to make approved purrs for her lover's tenacious intimate gestures. If she could, she'd growl at HIM!
Kurama trailed his kisses and teasing licks to Botan's left breast. His hard-on moving in a slight up and down manner against her inner thighs, as his hands traced their way to her waist. Botan, breathing in short gasps didn't notice where her mate's hands were going this time; her brain was more focused on where his mouth and tongue were and what they were doing.
Botan moaned again. This wasn't like her lover, to leave her so...wanting and unsatiated. But Kurama kept going on with his torture.
Kurama continued with his ministrations. His mouth and tongue flicking across Botan's milky breasts and rosy, taut nipples; his hands unbuttoning and slipping off her pants. Nice cute, tight jeans...on the floor...even nicer.
Kurama stopped his taunting teases and kissed Botan full on the lips, while placing one of his hands on her panties. After finishing the heated kiss, he moved his body higher up on hers and lustfully whispered in her ear.
"You're mine, wench."
Botan blinked. surely her mate just hadn't called her a wench. She blinked again and looked into his eyes. "Kurama... love... DID YOU JUST CALL ME A WENCH?!?!?!" Kurama blinked and ignored Botan's shriek. He looked down on her body and moved a bit lower. He looked back up, blinked, and then back down. By then Botan had stopped her fuming and blinked as well, curious as to what her no- brained mate was up to now.
Kurama patted Botan's panties and blinked once more before looking up at her, his hand still at her panties.
"... Ermm... Love... Why is there a bulge in your panties??"
Botan blinked and let the comment sink in.
"...I thought I was the only one in this relationship with that kind of a condition or is it a talent?" He chuckled lowly and grinned. And next thing he knew, he was seeing swirls with an irritated, practically nude Botan standing up fuming, holding one hand up in a fist.
After fuming for about... three seconds, she put back her clothes... or what was left of them and walked about murmuring.
"... I'm getting a dildo... better yet... a vibrating dildo... no comments... doesn't come home late... never drunk... turns on when I want it to and turns off with the flick of my finger.... and any size I want... A wonderful invention... truly..."