Covet
Summary: Look only at me. Want only me. Be mine only. Otherwise, I'll break you. Dark!Kurama and Botan.
Warnings: crazy Kurama, strong sexual innuendos, profanities, drug use (no, not those things you get addicted to in real life. When I mean drug, I mean like, plant drugs... if that makes sense), explicit and mostly rough smut (sorry, I just like that kind of thing), kinks, blood and possible gore, kidnapping and entrapment. And because this is a dark romance fic, a lot of insanity and psychological trauma. Not to forget obsession, of course. There's gonna be a very good dose of that.
Due to the aforementioned warnings, the relationship between the two characters in this fanfic will most likely be toxic and abusive. Note that I don't condone this in real life, nor do I support any of the things mentioned above if it's happening in reality. This is only for the sake of the story. If you don't like this, please don't read.
This chapter contains long, overly-detailed smut and dirty talk. It also comprises orgasm denials, and d/s undertones. If that's not your thing, please leave.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Chapter 13
Aurelian orbs glinted in the dark road as Youko stood, with pale arms crossed over his alabaster chest, in front of a medium-sized Victorian-style house. His piercing gaze was intent on the top window of the first floor of the building where the bedroom was located at, fox ears twitching in furious motions as excitement glimmered in his pair of gold, his face only half illuminated by the warm yellow casted by the streetlamp looming over him at his right.
This was the house Shuichi had bought in favor of securing his own domain and hiding his more barbaric activities so as to avoid garnering unwanted attention. There were only a couple more houses aside from his, though Youko doubted anyone knew of Shuichi living in such a secluded place. After all, the Tree of Illusion he had sprouted at his backyard ascertained that his residence was obscured from the naked eye, and the only thing outsiders would see was an abandoned field, nothing but ruins available to their view. It was how Shuichi managed to prevent anyone from hearing Shouji's high-pitched screams of agony when he had first held the SDF member in captivity. More so that he was able to conceal any hints of Botan's spirit energy in order to lessen the risk of interference. He would only make the building visible when his mother would come to visit - and even those were practically nonexistent, considering he was the one who would go to hers instead, mostly for his own convenience. To those outside the proximity of his home, the house might as well not have been in existence. Shuichi had thought of everything, and he had Youko's keen intellect that had influenced his wits to thank for that. His plan was as foolproof as it was cruel, and Shuichi derived sadistic pride from the fact - something that had been rubbed off on him from Youko as well.
His molten gold adopted a lustful touch and his tail swished rapidly behind him in barely hidden enthusiasm when his thoughts took a not so surprising turn to his more erotic imagery revolving around a certain blue-haired deity. A menacing smirk grazed the silver-haired fox's mouth as he darted his tongue out to lick at his lips, before the appendage returned to its original spot once more. Oh, yes, he could not wait to taste his well-deserved meal. His fangs shimmered dangerously and his chuckle was deep and husky before he disappeared in a black blur, just in time for the next-door neighbor to exit his own household and enter his car.
Botan was perched on the bed, her small and slender back languid against the wooden material of the headboard as her amethyst eyes were detached of any emotion, features blank as her fingers traced lazily on the bite marks adorning the junction between her neck and shoulder. The rosy pads of her digits ghosted over the healing skin, her mouth parted slightly before she clamped it shut as she withdrew her hand, placing it on her lap instead. There were no longer perforated wounds, but she was acutely aware of the fact that the scars left behind from Kurama claiming her as his mate would never completely vanish. After all, he had basically imprinted on her and imprinting lasted for well over centuries - probably even for eternity for some, only disappearing once he would decide that he had enough of her. But she knew that the prospect of him letting her go was as far-fetched as Yusuke suddenly attaining a sensitivity higher to that of a rock. It was downright impossible that she would escape his claws now, not after all the "trouble" he had gone through to sink his teeth into her in the first place.
Mating came with strict rules - which was ironic considering the fact that the demon realm was scarce of any form of regulations whatsoever. One of them being that the bounded lovers would always be able to tell the exact whereabouts of the other, and were even capable of comprehending their partner's well-being as well. If anything were to happen to her, Kurama would be alerted instantly by their currently joined senses. The same could be applied the other way around - and Botan could detect that something had taken place within his body, sometime a few hours prior. Worry overwhelmed her system, something she found odd after he had held her prisoner without her consent in his household. He would always wander off to wherever, going back to his mundane routine as a human in the light of day, and returning to her just when the sun would set. Admittedly, Botan had been bored and even lonesome in the first few days of being confined in his residence as she was mostly left alone to her own devices during her captivity, though after a while, her defense system implored her to get used to it. And she did, becoming horrifyingly accustomed to her new life. She wasn't sure what was more terrifying - the notion that she might not be able to slip from his grasp ever again, or the fact that she couldn't care less.
After all, she had harbored feelings for him for as long as she could remember, had even been plagued by dreams of the unfathomable depths of his peridots and the warmth underneath his smile. Her affections had been innocent at first before the infatuation quickly blossomed into love over the years. He was always so gentle with her, so kind and so understanding. She could still feel the butterflies fluttering in the pits of her stomach whenever his silk-like voice resonated in her ears, could still feel the blood rushing to her cheeks whenever his steadfast gaze would more often than not linger on her for far too long. The knot of heat in her loins would further fuel itself into a boiling point whenever his fingers would come in contact with her flushed skin, her legs quivering in wanton desire whenever he would pull her close and devour her lips with his hot mouth, his kisses bruising and rendering her to a puddle of goo.
She knew she should fight back against him a lot more - her morality beseeched her so, yet it wavered each time he would lavish her with sinful, delicious ministrations. Her mind was disgusted at him, but her heart and body wanted him even more, her own desires clouding her better judgement. But it was a difficult feat to keep herself from drowning in him when he would send her over the edge over and over again, loving her until her resistance and resolve was stripped away from her little by little each day. What was slowly becoming impossible was further made arduous whenever he would give her a mountain-load of overbearing affection outside of their sexual intercourse, balancing his rough-mannered fornication with his downpour of tender gestures. Despite everything, Kurama still tended to her needs - he cooked for her in spite of his bustling schedule, would even go as far as buying whatever he could for her regardless of his need to keep her there forever. And everytime he had gotten too lost in the heat of the moment and inflicted small wounds on her during their lovemaking, he would regularly make it up with aftercare, healing any and all injuries on her body. He was more than what she had fantasized him to be, and it was like a dream come true to finally become his after all those long years of pining for him. And yet…
Her line of musings came to an abrupt halt when the sound of a tree branch snapping outside stole her attention. Startled, alarming sirens rang in her head as she braced herself, her form turning into a tense, rigid line as she fixed her fear-filled lavenders on the tree looming outside the 8 ft windowpane in Kurama's room - the large panel forbiddingly open, something that acted as a propellant to her increasing fright as she noted that it had been shut tight before. Trembling fingers reached for the covers as she tugged them over her chest, her features assuming a stern expression, though the look lost its intended effect due to the obvious consternation dormant underneath as a gust of wind invaded the closed space.
"Who's there?" she called out to the shadows in a small voice. What was supposed to come across as a confident command came out a shaky whisper instead, and the girl gave out an involuntarily flinch at the quake in her timbre.
Silence engulfed her only for a brief moment before the noise of whirling wheels reverberated in the walls, followed by a voice, one that sounded awfully familiar, speaking to her in the faintly lit darkness. "Relax, peony." A shocked gasp left her as recognition flitted over her visage, and she briskly spun her head to the owner, her eyes locking with a pair of cobalt yellow. "I am not here to hurt you, that I can assure you. This is my home as well, is it not?"
Relief flooded her, but she did not slacken her stiff figure as the terror did not completely leave her system. After all, she knew Kurama and was used to his presence - but his demon form was another story altogether. She kept her suspicious orbs focused on the tall, muscular fox demon seated in a phlegmatic manner on the scarlet, swivelling chair at Kurama's desk, his smirk seductive yet holding undeniable sinister undertones as he leered at her. He tilted his head back to regard her with piqued interest and went on when she was unresponsive, his rich voice smooth and pleasant.
"You're looking mighty petrified there, my dear. Loosen your muscles, I mean what I said when I wish you no harm." His tone was gentle, yet the asserted authority in his soft command was unmistakable and Botan swiftly squashed down all remnants of trepidation down to the deepest depths of her gut, her shoulders slouching down to indicate her slight trust as she relaxed her form.
"Kurama," Her voice sounded like it didn't belong to her as she carefully uttered his name, as if afraid that he might snap at her with one wrong word. "Why are you in your demon form?"
The fox didn't justify her with a proper response, and instead turned himself on the swirling chair in a good 360 degrees before stopping his movements by settling his feet on the carpeted floor beneath the soles of his shoes. His features were thoughtful, seeming to consider something before he opted to vocalize a gentle order instead. "Call me Youko."
Blue brows creased to embed a deep, baffled frown on Botan's forehead at his abrupt request. But she obliged regardless and nodded her head, the motion slow and tightly controlled. "Youko," she verbalized, heart performing a wondrous flip when his name rolled off her tongue in a perfect wave. She quickly pushed the feeling aside as she leveled the fox with a compacted stare. "You didn't answer my question," came her patient reminder.
"Hm," Youko briefly sounded before he cocked his head to the side at her in an inquisitive manner. "So many questions," he remarked to himself, more than to her, before letting a low, guttural chuckle leave his lips. The sound was close to that of chiming bells as it echoed in Botan's ears, before she briskly suppressed the notion when he proceeded, "The Blood Festival is taking place as we speak, you see."
The frown marring her pretty features considerably intensified. She had heard rumors of the blood moon, and the atrocities that would occur in the days it appeared a few times in her line of work as a ferry girl. But never would she have assumed that such a thing existed. She had reckoned it to be nothing but a part of childish urban legends meant to scare people off.
"Right now?" she muttered, reaching a hand to massage her temples when she received a firm, confirming nod in return.
"Yes, in Makai," he murmured before he pushed himself off the chair, the item bumping into the edge of the wooden desk as he took calm, alluring steps towards her. The tip of his tongue trailed lazily on his pointy fangs as he perceived the increased momentum of her heartbeat, the thumping in her chest rising in volume with each distance he closed in between them as he crawled on top of the bed, inching nearer towards her until his hands were at either side of her hips. "But I had to make sure you were safe."
"Why…" Her words fell short, replaced by a sharp gasp as he placed a clawed hand on hers as if in a muted order, ushering her fists to release the duvet covering the upper half of her body from her clutches. She tried not to focus on the puddle of heat forming in between her legs as his fingers wrapped around her right wrist, gliding teasingly upwards in a slow, warm track as they traveled up her arm before gripping around the graceful curve of her shoulder, the sharp nail of his thumb stroking against the hard structure of her collarbone. She had to steady the wild palpitations of her heart before she could find her voice again. "Well, what does that have anything to do with your appearance?"
In her desperate efforts to calm herself, her inquiry had accidentally crawled out her throat in a frosty timbre, and the lack of friendliness he could conceive from her elicited a manly chuckle from Youko, the chortle awfully low yet amused.
"My, that's rather cold," he spoke, his tone of feigned hurt once his fit of controlled laughter subsided, leaving behind a wicked grin in its wake as his eyes flashed dangerously at her. "I assumed you would have been delighted to see me." His hands had begun to unbutton the buttoned up shirt she was clad in before she could notice as he tilted his head to the side to hover his lips over the currently crimson-colored tip of her ear, his warm breath fanning over her skin and causing goosebumps to appear on her flesh. His voice was a hushed whisper, tantalizing and husky, though the jealousy was evident beneath as he taunted her, "Would you have preferred for it to be Shuichi instead? I'm aware that you're quite enamored by him."
Her mouth went dry as she felt him peel her shirt off of her, her purple orbs watching as the fox nonchalantly discarded the garment over his shoulder. His warm hands instantly flew to the skirt encased around her waist, his forefinger hooking around the waistband before he yanked it down her slim legs in one, dignified swoop. Still, she did not bother to refuse as she was well aware that she was incapable of declining his advances. Both because she had promised him full permission prior to when he was Kurama, and also because she failed, to her utter horror, in her wasted effort to find it in herself to resist.
"No… I was just curious, is all," she finally mumbled in response, gulping down a lump in her throat as he went behind her, fingers lingering on the area above her hips before they trailed up the delicious arch of her back, his movements bewitching as he unclasped her bra and it joined the rest of the heap of clothing laying forgotten on the cold floor.
"Well," He paused for a moment to relish in her startled whimper, arousal latent in her mewl as he ripped her panties off of her, the sounds of her shocked yelp and the shredding of linen fabric like music to his ears, "the moon causes an immense increase in demon energy, therefore my presence here, you see."
His elaboration brought her mildly out of her lust-induced state as her eyelashes fluttered open and closed in a form of a confused blink. "Your energy heightened to the point you guys accidentally swapped places?"
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking a greedy inhale of her vanilla scent before he nuzzled his nose against the line of her jaw, a purr of approval rumbling in his chest when the girl shivered under his fleeting touch. "In a way, yes." The raw desire in his gruff voice was nearly overwhelming as he dragged his teeth over her supple neck, stopping only to nip at her pulse point. His ears twitched in delight when Botan let out a loud moan from the attention. His tongue exited between grinning, parted lips as he lapped at the layer of sweat trickling down her throat, reveling in the salty taste that dissolved in his mouth as a result. A weird noise sounded from the back of his throat, the sound bordering between a frustrated groan and a mirthful chuckle as he mouthed against her warm flesh, "Shuichi's quite furious right now, if you want to know. He likes to be the one in charge."
The double meaning behind his words did not fly over her head, and the ferry girl flushed bright scarlet at the implication. "I can tell," came her muttered response, the words like a second impulse as it left her before she could stop herself from verbalizing it out loud.
She felt him smirk against the skin of her neck before he drew apart to study her with a pair of sultry molten gold, dark yellow as his eyes clouded with uninhibited lechery. The quirk on his lips was a painfully tempting combination of scorn and hilarity. "Although you seemed to give in to him rather willingly," he growled at her, the sound low and dangerous.
Botan would have clamped her thighs shut together in a hopeless endeavor to shroud her arousal, if it weren't for his hands on her knees, his hold gentle yet firm and succeeding to keep her still. "I…" she tried to offer in rebuttal, only to brace her lips closed together when the revelation settled on her skin that she had no smart retaliation to his seductively condescending comment.
"What about me?" Youko continued nevertheless, enjoying the rush of shame he could feel from her as he slid his hands up in a teasing manner, the pads of his callous fingers caressing the insides of her thighs as his hands drew alarmingly nearer to her heat. "Don't you want to know how different it would be if I were the one doing those wonderful, awful things to you?" he asked her, his hoarse and seemingly laughing voice a treacherous flirt as it resounded in the room. He distinctively caught the intoxicating scent of her arousal, the musky fragrance invading his nostrils and sending a shudder down to the base of his spine.
A lump was lodged in her throat as Botan impulsively spread her legs further apart to grant him further access to her slick core, though he remained unmoving, not bothering to give her what she craved to feel. Her eyelids shut closed as the need for more grew to be more profuse, the ache for pressure becoming more intense when he refused to touch her where she needed him most. This only lasted for a fraction of a second, however, as Youko instantly brought a finger to cup her chin, forcing her head upwards and causing her to flutter her eyes open once more. Her breath hitched in her throat as she discerned the hint of irritation in his aurelian irises, but the touch of carnal desire continued to prevail underneath.
"Well?" he prodded her in a way that asserted dominance, his voice making her whine as she felt herself growing wetter in response to his forced authority.
The fox let slip a self-satisfied smirk as her once vibrant amethysts were replaced with dark violet, lust dancing in her pretty irises as her eyes became half-lidded in suppressed ardour. Salmon pink colored her cheeks in an admittedly adorable blush as the glossy, alluring texture of her lips parted to heave out a hot breath. Submissive little vixen, aren't you? He mentally thought as a growl resonated from his throat, tail swaying violently at his rear end as he envisaged what she would look like as the aftermath of endless euphoric pleasure, finding himself anticipating the moment he would eventually take her even more as he noted that she thoroughly enjoyed being at the receiving end of his ruthless domineering demeanor.
"I mean," she cleared her throat momentarily to rid herself off the hunger perceivable in her soft timbre. Her gaze darted to the wall as she avoided his piercing stare, the concupiscence in his aurelians too much for her to take, "you're Kurama anyway. I don't think it makes much of a difference," she finished her sentence in a barely audible mutter, unaware that her words brought upon a new wave of slight dispute to further fuel the raging fire in Youko's loins.
He resisted the urge to pound her right then and there as he traced her mouth languidly with his thumb, purposely scraping the tip of his claw against the plump flesh of her lower lip, the gesture forbearing so as to not break through the sensitive skin, his actions as if to entice her. "Hm. I wonder," came his cryptic response, before his free arm extended to cup the pleasant curve of her right buttock, loving the gratifying bounce her hip gave out when he gave it a nice smack before he squeezed on her ample ass, his claws digging into her as his tongue came out to lick at his lips when the deity let out a frustrated mewl in return. "Care to test it out?" he husked at her, his hot breath fanning over her mouth as he inched his head closer towards her, his lips hovering a hair's breadth distance from hers. "Or are you afraid?"
Botan swallowed thickly at his taunting offer, but did not resist as the hand on her chin glided lower to her slender neck, his digits pressing around her throat in a tight hold, enough to deprive her of air for a brief moment before he immediately went to palm her left breast, his flesh warm against her skin as he roughly fondled the soft mound, his satisfied groan rivalling the pleasured moan that erupted from her throat as he kept at it until he felt her nipple grow taut against his palm. The fox then adjusted his wrist in order to flick and press his thumb on the sensitive nub, reveling in her quaking form as he proceeded to mercilessly assault the rose-colored bud. He waited for a riposte, growing impatient when the girl remained silent as he gave her nipple a harsh pinch, a seductive yet sadistic, guttural laughter escaping him when Botan arched her back in return, euphoria-laced-pain shaky whimper leaving her lips.
"Answer me. I do not take kindly to people ignoring me, ferry girl," he demanded before he released the nub, rubbing soothingly on it to alleviate the slight ache on her breast.
"A little," she finally emitted in a quivering pant when he left her chest, focusing instead on the jewel between her thighs as he hastened his hand down to her damp walls, his mouth now trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses downwards from to the side of her neck, to her collarbone where he halted mid-way to give the bony contour a sharp bite, and lower still to the valley between her breasts. "But a deal is a deal, and I intend to keep my end of the bargain," she supplied quickly in a lame attempt at convincing him that she did not acquire rapture from his touch, despite the tell tale signs of her juices coating his fingers as he rubbed her slick core, her arousal blatant to the both of them.
She felt incredibly stupid when he expelled a breathy yet obviously amused chuckle at her implausible bluff. "Quite remarkable," His tone was sarcastic, giving away that he discerned her lie before his voice dropped a few octaves lower, his timbre beguiling yet laced heavily with ridicule as he went on, "But that was obviously anything but the truth."
He removed the hand on her hips in favor of placing it on the back of her head as he pulled her closer to crash their lips together, his hot mouth smothering as he threatened to swallow her whole, his teeth bumping into hers as he deepened the kiss before his tongue darted out to stroke between her upper and lower lips, the action as if to ask for permission - which she granted as she parted her mouth open to allow the wet appendage to streak over the roof of her mouth, grazing over her pearly white teeth before it stroked against hers, coaxing her to respond. She fought to catch up with the fervent roll of his tongue, only to sigh and moan against his lips as she failed, giving him victory over the battle of dominance. A few minutes passed before her lungs started to roar with the need for breath after being depleted of oxygen for too long. Youko distinguished her slight discomfort as he broke off the lip-lock, a stringy trail of saliva connecting his lips with hers as he eyed the ferry girl's ragged breathing, a smirk teasing at the corners of his lips as she inhaled greedy intakes of air.
"I can smell your arousal," His snarl was feral, matching the wild salacity disrupting the composure in his shrewd pools of gold, "It's so sweet and potent it hurts." He quickened his pace as he motioned his fingers up and down between her slickened walls, his thumb flicking harshly on her swollen clit from side to side as if to emphasize a point. "You make it sound like Shuichi and I are forcing you, but you pretty much submitted to him the prior night." A devilish grin crept on his handsome features as he watched her face, gauging her reactions as she let out a harsh slew of moans and lifted her hips in time with his relentless strokes. "Am I wrong? You liked what he was doing to you, right?" he continued to goad at her, his voice raunchy as he laughed at the tears peeking from the edges of her eyelids. He knew just what to say to push her to the point of no return, knew just where to probe to make her go insane. "You love the feeling of being fully dominated, unable to do anything but take everything." He could feel her juices splashing out on his fingers at his words, as if to confirm his taunts.
He knew her too well. He knew how pleasure looked like and Botan was the epitome of euphoria at the moment. He knew a good, little submissive if he ever came across one, and she was the exact definition of that, in spite of the constant protests she sputtered out in her defense.
"No, you're-" She gasped sharply before one of her hands flew to his wrist, as if in a silent plea to slow down, "-wrong. I'm not like that," she riposted, but the high-pitched mewls of delight flowing out of her held in contempt of her response.
Oh, how I would love to see you break and fall apart. Youko did not abide to her muted request to lessen the speed of his ministrations, and instead, summoned his vines to restrain her, watching in sadistic glee as they slithered out the cracks in the walls and hooked around her wrists and ankles, slamming her hands over her head and restricting the movements of her legs when she attempted to clamp her thighs shut due to the overwhelming pleasure. The former thief ignored her shocked yelp, and altered the claws of his fingers to transpose into blunt nails so as to avoid bringing her pain as he dove his middle and ring fingers into her entrance, her wetness permitting easy insertion. He rutted the digits into her, swiftly endorsing a rough, fast momentum as male pride swelled in his chest when the tears she had tried so desperately to stifle finally sprang free, streaming down her cheeks as her rapture-laced screams rose in tandem with his intensified actions.
"You're such a terrible liar, princess," he purred as he claimed her lips once again, the sound sending vibrations into her mouth as he kissed her hard enough to bruise. "Do you hear that? How wet and hot you are for me?" He seized a firm hold on her chin before shifting her head downwards, his actions imploring her to dart her eyes lower to the hand between her legs, a whine erupting from her chest as she was greeted by the sight of her juices spurting out against his fingers and dirtying the sheets. The squelching sounds that accompanied the enticing view was more than enough to send her mind spiralling into the gutter.
"You're wrong," she repeated her earlier defiance, the lie rang painfully in her ears as she fought to force the words out, the sentence escaping her in a loud cry. "I-I don't like this."
The expression on his face was animalistic, his aurelian irises narrowed into slits as they assumed a predatory approach. She shrieked in complete astonishment as he directed her head towards him, forcing her to meet his penetrating gaze. The growl that rumbled from his chest and exited his throat was pleasantly covetous, dripping heavily with supreme desire.
"Look at me when you say that," His voice was low and raspy, holding an intense imbue of asserted command. "I dare you to say it again."
It seemed as if he was vividly aware of the effect his words had on her, as he observed in sinful triumph as her residue of obstination crumbled into pieces under his merciless assault, and it didn't help that his fingers didn't let up either, spreading inside her and curling before he found the spot he was looking for, as confirmed by her ecstatic cries and half-formed attempts at screaming his name.
"I thought so," he affirmed, all too knowingly for her taste, but her strong will was overpowered by the endless jolts of pleasure racking through each cell of her being. His chuckle was warm yet evil as it reverberated in her ears. "Neither Shuichi nor I would have proceeded if it were to end up hurting you. Bedding an unwilling woman is no fun, and we both care about you a lot more than you think," he continued to express, his voice embracing an amorous tinge, even as the tips of his fingers slammed into her g-spot in a brute force, his actions harsh and brisk enough to drive her back up and down the mattress, but not enough to hurt. "You gave yourself to him last night," came his blunt reminder.
Botan parted her lips, before closing it again, acutely aware of her wobbling mouth. She wanted to holler a string of savage insults at him, wanted to spit in his face and tell him with unwavering confidence that his touch brought down on her nothing but a sense of revulsion. But, she couldn't - because those would be nothing but appropriate fabrications in desperate yet wasted effort to appease the guilt gripping at her sides. God, she hated him, yet she loved him and wanted him enough for her to lose herself in him and give in. Already, she could feel the knot within the pits of her stomach begin to unravel, signifying her upcoming release. It felt like an interminable amount of time had passed before she could finally vocalize her answer, "That's because he was so…"
"Tempting? Insatiable?" he finished for her in a scoff, as if he was well-informed of her line of thoughts. She took notice how his fingers escalated in both tempo and vigour as they rammed against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her impossibly quicker, unforgiving in his ministrations as he sought to push her body to its limits. "I suppose so, though my charms must have rubbed off on him at some point. Move your hips," he stipulated as his free hand found solace on her ass and his fingers squeezed, claws digging painfully into the plump flesh as he wrenched up and down on his digits before he let go, enabling her to take charge of her pelvis once more. Exasperation brewed within him, further intensifying the heat in the depths of his guts when the girl did not oblige to his command. Abruptly, Youko halted his motions of thrusting into her, as if to emphasize the growled out words he uttered next, "I said, move your hips. Do as I tell you, or else I won't let you come."
Her climax was drawing near, yet it fluttered away from her as his fingers suddenly stopped mid-way in their ministrations. Frustrated at him for depriving her of her orgasm yet also spurred on by his dominance and her own desperation for more, Botan expelled an involuntary whimper of pained pleasure before lifting her hips briefly then bucking them up and down his fingers, unable to repress the shivers of delight racking down her spine when the fox let out a high-pitched groan of powerful nympholepsy at the sight.
"That's a good girl," he applauded her in a hot pant, a laugh leaving his throat as her moans rose a few notches as his breathy compliment served to encourage her even more, the motions of her hips increasing in tempo and further intensifying the pleasure assaulting her a hundredfold. She has a praise kink. He inwardly considered before he felt her walls clamp down on his fingers like a vice. A charming smirk tugged at his lips, the ominous nuances underneath perceptible as he snarled out the well-articulated syllables he knew would be able to push her over the edge, "Come on, I can feel that you're close. I want to feel you come all over my fingers. Come, be a good little slut and come for me."
True to his suspicions, the pressure became too much for her as she came undone on his digits, her vision exploding into white, pure bliss rolling in waves throughout her entire body as her core splashed out clear liquid all over his hand and coloring the sheets a darker shade of damp grey. She squirted. A feral growl inadvertently rumbled in his chest at the realized notion as he feasted his eyes on the girl breaking apart underneath him, the uncontrollable shaking of her figure bringing about an overwhelming rush of gratification to strike at the middle of his chest, the feeling further acting as a stimulus as he pulled his fingers out of her in a wet, audible pop. The sight was a lot sexier than the images he had conjured up countless times before in his dreams.
His movements were swift and had a sense of urgency that was understandable at this point as he yanked his pants down his knees in one, brisk motion, hastily crawling up her lithe form before propping himself up with his knees as he placed them flat on either side of her thighs. Botan was barely aware of the feeling of his vines releasing her wrists as she eyed him with quiet awe, her lust-clouded lavenders dropping to the shaft between his legs. She swallowed down a thick pool of saliva that had begun building up in her mouth as she surveyed the veins adorning his cock. He must have been at least eight inches long, and it didn't help that he was rock hard. Youko proceeded to guide his member to her face, pushing the tip to her lips and allowing the taste of his precum to fill her taste buds as he positioned both balms on the wooden headboard in order to balance himself.
She gulped a lump in her throat. "What?" she asked in a barely audible whisper, despite already being able to guess the possible intentions he had in mind.
He didn't glower at her the way she expected him to, and instead, expelled a shaky breath as his throaty instruction echoed in the room, absent of all sounds except for the fan spinning over their heads and the growls he tried to suppress. "It's only fair to give back what you received. Take it in."
Botan caught the insides of her cheek and chewed absent-mindedly on the bundle of nerves before she vocalized, albeit with a momentary pause of hesitation, in a soft, low-octave murmur, "I don't know how to."
Her face flushed a dark shade of scarlet as the confession rolled off her tongue, somewhat embarrassed of her admittance, especially when she took into account her centuries-old age. Anyone would have expected her to have done it at some point, but Botan was honestly too shrouded with incessant soul-ferrying duties and a towering mountain of paperwork to ever indulge herself in... more personal affairs. Her shame was heightened even more, coloring her cheeks into a redder hue as she noted that her would-be recipient was Youko Kurama, of all people. And he, without a doubt in her mind, must have had more experience than her in terms of sex. It also didn't help that he was the other half of the apple of her eyes, the man of her dreams and was irrevocably attractive - as much as she loathed to admit it, considering what she had been put through. He must have thought her as silly.
Contrary to her beliefs though, Youko was actually quite pleased with the newfound piece of information. His eyes had widened only briefly to indicate his surprise at her reluctant disclosure, before the shock quickly died down in his system, replaced with a touch of levity as he stared fondly at her crimson-dyed cheeks. He reached out a hand to cup her chin before he deposited his thumb over her lower lip, demurely inveigling her to part her mouth open.
"Relax, I'll teach you," he offered as if in a form of consolation, the words mixed with prominent male pride before he released the hand on her visage and promptly took ahold of hers, guiding her fingers to wrap around his cock. A breathy moan involuntarily left as he felt her warmth engulf him in his erogenous zone. Just the feeling of her holding him where he most wanted her to was enough to make him want to come on her face. "Put it in your mouth slowly." He observed with satisfaction as she complied, wrapping her lips around the head of his shaft before slowly lowering her head to take more of him into her throat, the warm, wet and tight sensation that followed fueling his need for more. She stopped mid-way as his musky scent intruded her nostrils, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. "All of it," he beseeched when he noticed her halting in her tracks, letting slip a raucous sigh of pleasure as her chin came in contact with his balls, her mouth now enveloping him fully from the tip to hilt as she overrode her gag reflex. He felt the muscles of her throat contract against the head of his length and repressed the impulse to buck his hips. He didn't want to scare her off.
"Be careful with your teeth," he told her as he snaked a hand into her blue mane, his fingers tangling around her lustrous locks before the pads of his digits found the hairtie keeping her hair held up tightly together. He shredded it off of her, letting blue strands cascade down her back and twirl around his fingers as he clutched her tresses roughly in a tight hold. "Suck and use your tongue to play with the tip. Move your head up and down," he groaned, a jolt of euphoric pleasure overpowering his other senses as he felt her head bobbing up and down his shaft, not bothering to go slow as she sucked vigorously, desperate to please him. It was almost unbelievable that it was her first time. "Yeah, that's it," the growl of approval crawled out his throat as her tongue flicked at his tip whilst his length was still lodged in her mouth.
His cheeks turned slightly pink, pleasured groans escaping through his parted lips as his eyes fluttered shut, the grip on her hair tightening ever so slightly as he felt his control slowly chipping away with each harsh suction that she rewarded him with. Unable to contain himself any longer, Youko drew his pelvis back before pushing himself into her mouth in an almost rough manner, thighs quaking as he felt her let out a startled whimper around him, the vibrations delicious and further increasing his pleasure. He slammed his hips in and out of her mouth, the head of his manhood slamming against the back of her throat with each shove as he guided her head up and down his cock.
Botan, taken off guard by his sudden actions, inadvertently pushed at the muscles of his thighs, wrenching herself off of him, acutely aware of the frustrated whine that she earned in return. "Wait, don't-" But her words were swiftly cut short, reduced to muffled moans as he plunged himself into her mouth once more, his motions hurried and compelling.
"Who told you to stop?" he hissed as he felt the pressure in his belly gradually reinforced, pulling her head up and down in time with the brute, propelling force of his pelvis. In his delight-induced state of mind, Youko briefly worried if he was being too rough and causing her any sliver of discomfort. "Tap me three times if I'm going too far," he told her, his words an open access for any requests for him to stop.
But the ferry girl merely let out a muffled mewl in response, feeling somewhat aroused by the full control he forced on her even though she knew she probably shouldn't. Still, she didn't supply him with any hints of inconvenience, and Youko took that as a sign that she thoroughly savored the feeling of him fucking her throat, the fact further edging him on as he expelled a harsh slew of high-pitched groans and feral growls. Throaty pants left him as Youko gasped for air, the feeling of the ferry girl stimulating his cock to its maximum point allowing for faster release as he forced himself down her throat, her name escaping him in a continuous chant as his abs and sack tightened, the heat at the pit of his stomach bursting out into a white, blinding pleasure as he shot out his seed in long spurts into her mouth. He pulled out of her, a pop resounding in the room as he expected her to cough everything out, primal glee causing his limp cock to stiffen once more as he ogled her dutifully consumed each drop.
He tasted oddly salty, with a mingling bitter aftertaste as Botan struggled to ingest his thick semen down her throat, patting herself on the back when it went down her esophagus after much effort. Botan wasn't sure if she wanted to try it out again, but the lascivious content evident in his dark cobalt yellow orbs and the untamed grin curling at the corners of his lips solicited her otherwise.
"You swallowed all of it?" The words left him in a low, gravelly chuckle as he positioned himself once again between her legs, nudging her knees apart with his own when she pulled a wasted attempt to shut them closed. "You're naughtier than I expected. It's not a bad thing though. Keep them open," he briskly commanded when she tried to do the same thing again.
A mewl inadvertently sounded from the back of her throat as his forceful order. She had discerned what he wanted to do next, but she wasn't sure if her body was well-prepared for what he had planned. Every cell within her screamed out in overstimulated exhaustion, but she knew he wasn't about to let her catch her breath. That didn't stop her from trying though.
"Can we," She briefly sounded an audible gulp before she licked at her lips nervously, "rest for a bit?"
His response was immediate as he glared up at her, his eyes flashing at her with evil intent. The grin grazing his lips bared a sharp fang at her as he laughed out his reply, "So that you won't have to lose yourself in the pleasure? No." And then, as if to make a point, he guided his member to her entrance in one hand, running the tip teasingly over her swollen clit before dipping it into her slick core, thrusting himself into her from tip to hilt in a single, swift thrust. He threw his head back at the feeling of her warm tightness cloaking his shaft, the feel of her too good that he threw all self-control into oblivion the instant the head of his cock met with the spot he noticed earlier that she favored as he angled himself into a better posture.
He leaned down, crushing her into a tight embrace as her breasts bounced happily against the hard contours of his chest in time with the slamming of his hips. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, Youko lapped at the bite marks marring the skin on her shoulder before tilting his head up to catch the flap of skin that was her earlobe, nipping and tugging before letting go.
"I want to see you lose yourself in all of the sensations, cry and break when it becomes too much," his gruff words were ruthless and seductive as they left him in a hoarse whisper against her ear. His voice was like leather to the ears, like a predator taunting its prey and it served to further drive her insane as her insides twitched and her walls tightened around his length. She knew he felt it too, as confirmed by the sounds of his moans rising in tandem with the renewed force of his thrusts as he plunged himself in and out of her with newfound speed and strength.
"You're so tight, so wet, so warm. Feels a lot better than in my dreams," he ferally snarled as he bit at the side of her throat, his fangs digging into soft skin and drawing out blood. He drew apart to lap at the red liquid trickling out from the small wound, ignoring her startled cry of pain as he let the metallic taste of ichor melt on the tip of his tongue and gave the tiny holes soothing kisses so as to alleviate the spasms. A throaty chuckle erupted from his throat. "No wonder Shuichi couldn't control himself."
But Botan couldn't offer anything in response, any words she tried to expel leaving in ecstatic whimpers and sharp gasps as he drilled into her with a momentum and vigour that could have broken a normal human into half. Her mind couldn't even string a coherent sentence, let alone verbalize it out loud as all logical thoughts were reduced into a jumbled mess of pleasure and pleasure alone. The bed creaked with each thrust, and her hips bounced in rhythm. His hand found her thigh, hooking her knee around his shoulder and she got the message, obliging as she hooked the other one up, the position giving him added leverage as he slammed the tip of his cock into her cervix with a quicker rate. She looked up at him, somewhat amazed by his godly appearance as his brows creased in concentration, thin layers of sweat beading his pale skin and leaving a glistening effect on his entire form. She could see his muscles flex, could see his mouth hang open to let out pleasured groans, and adored the pink hue adorning his cheeks. It was somewhat pride-inducing to see such a fearsome, powerful being of his caliber rendered into a shivering, moaning mess just because of her. It didn't help that he was being so rough and making her feel so good. Alas, it made it all too easily for the white, hot bubble within her core to grow to unsustainable heights, and already she could feel her legs ready to give out.
"Whose do you like more? Mine or Shuichi's?" His animalistic grunts filled the air as he claimed her lips in a brief, bruising kiss before pulling apart as instantly. "Come on, tell me. Tell me," he supplicated, the mixture of authority and desperation in his rich timbre causing tears to cascade down her cheeks once more. His moaned out demand enticed her to respond.
"I-I don't know," she replied earnestly, voicing out the syllables as best as she could while being pounded relentlessly by the fox.
"Are you going to come?" he asked her, though he gained an answer in the form of her walls clamping around his cock. Botan gave out a couple of frantic nods of her head, unable to lie to herself anymore as she bucked her hips in time to meet his, crying at the intensified euphoria before her moment was short-lived, his hands pushing her down the mattress and keeping her still as he abruptly halted his ministrations.
Bewilderment merged with fermenting ire as she panted out, "Wait, what are you-"
"Beg. Plead for my cock," he cruelly cut her protests off with an animalistic bark, a devious grin spreading on his visage as he studied the frustration in her pools of violets. Oh, how he loved to torture her. "Say "Please, let me come, Youko-sama", and maybe I'll consider giving you the release you so desperately crave." The words escaped him in a charming purr as he cupped one cheek in his right hand, lovingly tracing the round softness of her flesh, before his molten gold took on a darker approach, his tongue darting out to lick at his pointed fangs before he drew it back into his mouth. "Start begging," he insisted, impatience and raw desire dripping heavily in his voice.
Botan parted her lips to utter out the words, only to shut them tight again as embarrassment got the better of her and she turned her face away to avoid meeting his gaze. But Youko would have none of that, and he growled, tugging her eyes back to him. "How obstinate," he remarked before fully pulling out of her, ignoring her loud mewl of discontent as he briefly drunk in the sight of the stringy trail of her arousal connecting the tip of his manhood with her slick core, before shifting his attention back to her. "I'm not going to give you what you want if you don't tell me what I want to hear."
Her lips quivered as she realized that he wasn't about to take no for an answer. The boiling heat in her stomach became all too painful and she whispered, her voice desperate, "Please…"
The wicked grin outlined on his lips was so sinister that she had no doubt it could have shamed the devil himself. "Please what?" he persisted.
"It's not fair," she cried out when the pressure in her stomach became too much. Everything felt so close yet so far at the same time.
"I don't play fair, precious." His laugh was pleasantly evil and sadistic as it echoed in her ears. "Well? Are you going to let yourself thread over the edge the whole night? Or are you going to cave in and beg like a good girl?" he went on, relishing in the way she trembled and ached underneath him as he deprived her of her release.
Delicate blue eyebrows creased to form a deep frown. "Please," she pleaded, but the shame pushed down the rest of the sentence back into her throat.
A loud smack resounded in the cold, air-conditioned room as Youko skated one hand over her left buttock and delivered a rough slap to the poor flesh. He had hit her so hard she was sure that it would leave a red, angry imprint of his hand by the time morning would come. "Louder." He enticed her and she felt herself break down.
"Please," Her hands flew to his abs, dragging her nails all over his skin as she trailed them upwards to his chest, digging into his flesh deep enough to result in a bloody trail of furious scratches. She felt as if she had lost a part of herself as she whispered, "let me come, Youko-sama."
The fox made a weird sound that bordered on between a ferine grunt and a satisfied growl. "As you wish," he complied, burying himself into her, one inch after another of his thick member sliding into her wet cavern. She reached one hand up to pet his ear, as if in muted appreciation, her rose-painted nails scratching against his fur as she earned a delicious purr in return, his urgent thrusts nearly slamming her head against the headboard before he protectively wrapped an arm around her to stop her from hitting her head. After being denied of her orgasm for so long and overstimulated to the point of beyond comprehension, Botan could feel her climax speeding out in her insides in just the first minute of him shoving himself into her.
She returned the kiss when he slammed her lips against his, their tongues stroking fervently with one another before he broke off the lip-lock in favor of touching their foreheads together, their hot breaths blending together as his mouth hovered just an inch above hers. "I-I'm going too…" she trailed off, thrusting against him frantically as the need for release became too unbearable.
He cocked his head up to give her a tender, featherlike kiss on her hairline, the gesture affectionate and causing a giddy joy to swell in her heart. "Do it. All over me. Hurry up," he asserted in the way he knew would get her closer to the edge, groaning as he felt her walls twitch before tightening around his shaft, her essence coating him as the pressure fell apart, first in her core then everywhere else. A short scream of his name exploded from her lips, followed by a harsh slew of moans as she came hard around him. Youko fucked her still, driving his hardness from hilt to tip into her heat in an attempt to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.
"Say thank you," he murmured against her mouth before kissing her, unrelenting in his thrusts as his own release drew near.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she cried out over and over again, repeating the words like a broken mantra as her powerful climax overrode everything else, her vision a blinding white as she could register nothing but pure bliss in the world around them. She clung to him, arms wrapped his neck in a tight embrace as he continued his merciless assault on her battered slit, impossibly increasing his tempo as he trailed a hand down to her clit in between their melded bodies, flicking the abused bundle of nerves in rapid, side-to-side motions as he pushed her into another upcoming climax. "Again," she whispered into his ears, giving him a warm-hearted buss on the line of his jaws.
He discharged his hot seed into her in long, shooting out spurts, painting her insides an acute white as she came in time with his release, reaching her peaks in squirts as she screamed in his arms. The movement of his pelvis against hers grew stagnant as they overrode their highs together, Botan severely aware of his whisper of her name as he locked her lips with his in another messy kiss. A few moments filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing as they tried to catch their breath before the fox recovered, considerably a lot faster than her, giving an experimental shove as he drilled once into her g-spot once again.
"As it stands though," he chuckled darkly as he sensed her growing confusion, followed with the alluring cry of his name in startled bliss, "I'm still not satisfied. You can hold out for a few more rounds, right?" he asked her, though he didn't expect a proper response as he pulled apart and turned her around so that her stomach was lying flat on the bed. All this he did without removing himself from her as he took her wrists in his clenched fists, joining them together behind her lower back as he grinded the tip of his cock brutally against her cervix over and over again. The position permitted him full control of her, fully asserting his dominance as he pinned her down to the mattress with the upper half of his form, his claws perforating her skin as he held her tightly enough to restrict all of her movements.
"I-I'll try," she eventually supplied, despite feeling sore at every part of her body as she noted the possibility of not being able to walk for a whole month after he was done with her. Her entire figure screamed out in fatigue, but she craved to feel more of him.
"Good." His purr only increased her hunger as he nipped at a strand of sky blue hair, his silver tresses fusing with her locks to create a beautiful, sinful combination of colours. "Now, let me hear you scream again."
A/N: Lol, I just realized I wrote almost 10k worth of smut. I'm embarrassed at myself for being a huge pervert and letting myself get too carried away with this. I'll try not to be so detailed the next time I type sex scenes. Lmao. Please don't be mad at me, guys. I swear I didn't mean for it to be this long.
saillovelypines- I really do think you're the sweetest gal I know. Welp, enjoy this overly too lengthy smut, okay? I got too absorbed with the whole thing and as you can see, went a little bit overboard. Hope you enjoyed it anyway though haha! I certainly did. Vines are involved, and a little bit more will be included in future updates lmao. (Blame my perverted mind for this. But I'm not a shameless person, I swear… I think.) ;)
malo.bad- Yep! You got it right on the bullseye lol. She gave in pretty quickly though. I mean, who wouldn't if you have a handsome hunk like Youko lusting after you? I made him kinda (?) nice in this chapter. I really can't tell lol, but I did make his affections for her pretty clear in some sentences. I think that's just the allure of bad boys. You know they're a bad influence on you, but you can't deny they're hot lol. Hmm.. perhaps we are on the same page, but I might end up including something you didn't think of. Perhaps, perhaps not. I wouldn't know, but I hope it would please you all the same later on! No, thank you for the encouraging review! Readers' support keeps me going. :D
lovelygirl- It's not cringe, but this chapter might be cringe for you lol. I'm not sure, but it might be too much for some people. I'll try to make it less long in future installments of this series though. (Don't take my word for it though.)
WonderfulDemon123- Nah, nothing happened. We wouldn't want a bloody battle to get in the way of their trysts now do we? Well, not many events will be described about the Blood Festival, but something's gonna happen as a result of it in later chapters. You'll just have to wait and see what it is though.
h114- Aw, don't worry. Hope this chapter made you feel… relieved (?) after the prior update lol. Well, Youko had a reaaaaaaally good taste of her, if you've noticed from reading this chapter. I'm sorry if it's too smutty though haha. I'll try to behave a lot more in later chapters. Thanks for the continuous support!
A/N: I might be gone for a couple of weeks due to problems regarding my personal life, but I promise I'll come back by the time February comes, so please don't worry about me ghosting you guys again. :)
