A/N: First of all - thank you all for liking the previous entry. It made my week to see so many of you enjoy the read.
Just a quick reminder I accept prompts for this collection, here or on my tumblr or twitter.
Alright. What you are about to read is a story by my friend Lord Yau, who permitted me to post it here for you all to enjoy. Let us know if you like this!
The story behind this one is short - a while back Lord Yau and I had a Trial by Stone. Lord Yau was to write an InuKag pwp story for me and I had to write a naughty skekEkt piece (which you can find on my profile)
The Alliance
Last rays of the sun disappeared behind the dark wall of forest. The trees were whispering ominously as nocturnal creatures were leaving their lairs. Moonlight couldn't penetrate a thick layer of clouds this night; the only illumination was the faint reddish glow in one of the castle windows.
For a layman's eye the castle looked a lot like a regular wooden hut, one on a smaller side actually. The effect was a combination of very advanced illusion magic and an economic crisis ravaging the land.
The Empress of the North was standing in her throne room, gazing upon the fallen warlord.
'So we finally meet, oh, mighty Beastmaster of the West,' she spoke, jewels glittering in her iron crown as they caught the light of fire. 'Deadly Claw, Bane of Spiders. They said no one can defeat you. Yet here we are!' The woman smiled triumphantly. She was clad entirely in black and her young face was framed with midnight-coloured hair falling loosely on her shoulders.
A low, feral growl was the only response she got from her captive. He was sitting on his knees, chained, firm shackles securing his hands. One golden eye, visible between the strands of his messy silver mane, gazed at the monarch with bloodlust.
'His army defeated, his famed magic robe taken from him. What are you going to do now, Beastmaster?' the Empress sneered, coming closer, her cloak flowing behind her like wings of a raven.
The man, indeed, was dressed only in ripped undergarments. He shifted, testing his bounds. He snorted.
'Your puny chains won't hold me, wench!'
'Oh, they won't have to,' her maroon painted lips curled in a cruel smirk. 'Guards. Leave us.'
The Empress' infamous invisible shinobi left the hall. They were alone.
'Bold you are, hound, I'll give it to you,' she said lightly, reaching to remove the curtain of hair from his face. There was no warning, only a flash of white and an audible snap, but she was quick; chuckling, the woman withdrew her hand. 'My point exactly.'
He gazed intently at her, eyes open wide; no particular emotion, just focus on a target.
'If you're so hungry, you have bones right over there,' she nodded towards the floor nearby. 'This skull belonged to your ally, Archduke Fluffykins, I believe. Treat yourself.'
'I'll treat myself to your flesh, bitch,' the Beastmaster replied in a low, calm voice.
'Is that so?'
She studied him silently for a moment, crossing her arms with a quiet creaking from her leather gauntlets, her dark brown eyes unreadable.
'Is that so,' the Empress repeated thoughtfully, turning her back to the chained beast. She walked to her throne (black as the starless void, or the depths of a sheet container in a godsforsaken thrift store) and sat down casually.
'Many threatened me with death or fate worse than that,' the woman contemplated a goblet made of some creature's skull before taking a sip from it. She shifted to a more comfortable position, adjusting the crown and letting her head roll back a little. Her captive watched her silently, flames of the hearth reflecting off his eyes.
'Many raised their sword against the Empire. So many it's got boring,' she sighed. Hares and deers, the whole lot of them.'
'Keh! I am no hare!' spat the Beastmaster. 'I've been betrayed!'
'Indeed,' the ruler nodded lightly, her leather-clad hand playing absently with her hair. 'If only you hadn't been so naiive. Strong as you are, you could've won the battle. Given a chance, you wouldn't repeat this mistake, would you?'
''Course I fucking wouldn't!' he snarled, chains rattling as he struggled against his bonds. 'I'd rip off that bastard's throat! As well as yours.' Teeth partly bared, he stared hungrily at the Empress' neck.
'Hnn,' she smirked, fingers leaving her hair to run unhurriedly, teasingly, down her exposed throat.
'Say, warrior,' the woman spoke after a moment. 'You must have been awfully busy preparing your invasion. No time for the finer things in life, right?'
The Beastmaster watched as she put the goblet aside and undid one clasp of her robe, than another. He snorted.
'Finer things in life, she says,' he repeated, his voice low and raspy, very close to a growl. 'War is "finer things in life". Bloodshed. The gleam of a blade. Conquest.'
'Oh, yeah, definitely,' the Empress chuckled darkly. 'That too...'
She let the black silk slide down her shoulder, exposing one shapely breast. A sudden touch of cooler air made her skin cover in gooseflesh, and her small, dark nipple take a particularly intriguing shape. Reclining on her throne, the Empress let her hands wander down, tracing the curves of her body. She explored herself with no shame whatsoever, as if she'd been alone in the room. As the Beastmaster observed her manoeuvres, his dog ears, previously laid flat against his head, gradually straightened up. He breathed deeper a couple of times, inhaling her scent.
The Empress took her time. Apparently comfortable with herself, she made some efforts to appeal to the man before her, to make sure he sees all the nice angles, but above all she was focused on her own pleasure. With a happy little sigh she shrugged off her clothing, so as she was now naked from waist up.
'You can have war,' she spoke, squeezing her breasts lazily. 'And blood, and fire… whatever your dark heart desires. You can still make it out alive, y'know.'
'Who said I wanna bargain with you, wench?' the Beastmaster grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. The Empress looked him up and down, her gaze resting for a while on the area where the fabric of his kosode was raised in a suspicious way.
'Hmm…' she slowly removed her right gauntlet. Her hand was petite and tan—strangely so, considering the amount of time spent in the dark fortresses of the North. It stood out against the pale skin of her abdomen, where it now slithered like a viper who had located its prey.
'So you're going to keep defying me? You and what army?' he asked straightforwardly before bursting out with the cutest, most melodious laughter. The captive let out a truly beastly growl, baring his fangs and struggling ineffectively against the chains.
Still giggling, the Empress freed herself from her garments. Strong was the will of Inuyasha the Spider Bane, but not that strong. He couldn't help but stare as her hand swiftly slid down. He wanted to yell at this sadistic wench to move her stupid bloody leg so he could at least have a proper view, but he knew that was precisely what she wanted, so he just glared.
'Mmnnn,' a dreamy sigh escaped the monarch's parted lips. Hand moving in a steady motion between her thighs, she let her hips move a little as well. Then she glanced down, brown eyes meeting blazing golden ones. 'There, under Lord Fluffykins' skull. Look under it,' she ordered.
He did. It took him a while to pick up the tiny key and, using both his fingers and teeth, put it in the keyhole and turn it. As he worked relentlessly through the whole process, the Empress was clearly enjoying herself. Almost there… and then something in the lock got stuck. Eventually, he managed to forcefully remove the shackles.
'So,' the Empress looked at the warrior freeing his hands and feverishly moving unwanted pieces of fabric out of the way. She smiled broadly as he, with very obvious relief, started stroking his already leaking member.
'I think I could use a new chief lieutenant. Considering the old one died in the battle and all.'
'Hnh…?' he glanced at her and blew a stray wisp of hair from his eye.
'Mhmm,' she confirmed and parted her legs. Her royal bits glistened in the firelight as her slender fingers moved deftly against them.
The Beastmaster licked his fangs.
'I'm no one's hound,' he muttered resentfully, his hand pumping faster despite of him.
'And yet you are,' she smiled sweetly. She picked up one of discarded gauntlets and stood up, her lustrous black hair spilling over her naked shoulders. 'My very own hellhound to unleash upon the enemies of the throne.'
She ignored the low rumble rising in his chest and swiftly crossed the distance between them. Sharp claws digging in her right buttock made her hiss as she was pulled closer.
'I could rip off your artery right now,' he purred from between her thighs, hot breath reaching all the right places, making their owner shudder.
'You could. And I could send a fireball straight through your skull,' she remarked casually, her leather-clad hand playing with the warlord's silver hair. 'Either way, only one of us would have fun.'
There was no arguing with that.
Especially not with his nose filled with smells making the Beastmaster half-mad with lust.
'Come here,' he simply barked, pulling her towards himself, but the woman moved away from him, hand in dark gauntlet holding his head in place.
'Come here…?' she demanded.
'Yourrr...' he growled through his teeth, '...Majesty.'
'Good boy,' she grinned wickedly, allowing him to continue.
His tongue was almost too hot to the touch as he took first few laps at the salty wetness between her thighs. It was moving in circles and spirals, at first not reaching the centre—not yet. But when it finally did, it was a very precise attack. A persistent one to that.
'Nnnh...' the Empress groaned and rolled her hips forward as he increased the pressure on her clit. Her fingers grasped a handful of his hair, curling and uncurling aimlessly. The pulsation inside her grew stronger and stronger, bordering on painful.
'Swear it…!' she demanded between sharp intakes of breath. 'Swear the allegiance to the Empire!'
'I… swear!' He raised his head to meet her gaze. 'I'm gonna fight for the Empire… and protect the Empress with my life!'
'Oh… Inu.'
There was a momentary pause. Something different peeked out of the woman's eyes, something… soft.
But the moment had passed and she regained her composure.
'Good,' she voiced her approval with a contented smile before flourishing her gauntlet. 'The seal is broken. Thou art free, my lieutenant!'
And he was free in a blink of an eye, chains falling in pieces to the floor. Perhaps some lesser creature would've need to take things slow, stretching their limbs first, as they surely would've ached like crazy after spending long time in an uncomfortable position. The creature in question, though, wasn't the mighty Beastmaster.
The Empress yelped upon losing her footing, even though being forcefully brought down was exactly what she had expected. There were no more witty remarks after that, no more talk.
His member was thick and heavy as she took a moment to play with it, caressing her entrance, his wetness mixing with her own, until neither of them was able to prolong the moment.
There was nothing subtle about the way she straddled him and he thrust firmly upwards, meeting no resistance whatsoever, the next moment, trapped inside by her impressively strong muscles; hot walls squeezing him hard, forcing a moan and a curse. The way he renewed the offensive as soon as she let go, eliciting a loud and flowery response in turn. Claws digging into butts, hair pulled mercilessly. Some more symbolic struggle for dominance, fangs grazing exposed throat; a hissed reminder that no, there's no room for insubordination, the Empress does get to be on top—supported by a hearty slap in the face, just for good measure.
'Blood and thunder!' exclaimed the lustful Beastmaster. The Empress almost rolled off his lap, bursting out into uncontrollable giggling.
'Victory at sea!' she managed to squeal.
'Skyrim belongs to the Nords!'
'Show me your honor!'
'You bet I will!' the lieutenant panted, laughing, and then howled like an untamed forest cryptid he was. Then they both toppled on the floor.
Something fell down from the wall. A family of youkai spiders, that had been living on the ceiling since the building had been raised, decided it was the last straw and started to pack.
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A ray of moonlight found its way through the clouds and into the window. The room smelled of very enthusiastic alliance of local tyrants.
'That… was helluva fun,' the man murmured, not opening his eyes, a contented grin spread over his face.
'Oh yeah,' the woman purred from his left. 'We should do it again sometime. But, Inuyasha… quoting Oglaf? Really?'
'It was totally in character,' the hanyou stated confidently. There was a pause as they both, side by side, quietly enjoyed the afterglow.
'Say… you think those can be fixed?' Inu spoke, glancing at what remained of Beastmaster's shackles.
'Oh, don't worry about it. I didn't like that pink fur anyway,' Kagome reassured him.
'Yeah, it smelled weird,' he agreed. 'Are you okay?' he added. 'Your butt...'
'I'll live,' she smiled warmly. 'Sorry for the slap, by the way.'
'Keh! It was well-earned,' he chuckled and stretched. 'So… The sky's just cleared. Tea and stargazing?'
'You're reading my mind,' Kagome beamed.
There was a mess to clear and possibly some neighbours to calm down—oh, and teeth marks on Hojo's larp gauntlets. But the night was still young, she decided.