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.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.


Chapter 14

When Botan woke up, instead of silky locks of silver, she saw unruly mane colored bright crimson. Instead of a pair of glinting aurelians, she saw vibrant pools of peridots. His pale white skin had reverted back to its original beige-hue flesh. She struggled to sit herself up, straining her aching muscles and wondering if she could walk normally for the rest of the week. Inwardly patting herself on the head when she felt the small of her back come in contact with the mahogany material of the headboard, Botan expelled a deep sigh whilst congratulating herself for the tiny achievement.

"How do you feel?" Kurama spoke from beside her, but his voice lacked the sort of warmth and concern that would usually accompany the sort of question. His forefinger idly tangled around a strand of blue as he closed the book in his right hand with a soft thud, placing it aside on the nightstand before regarding her with a long, hard stare. There was something in his eyes that made Botan uneasy - a sort of animalistic touch he was trying to conceal through the neutral exterior of his orbs.

"I-" Botan had to take a moment to moisten her parched lips once she realized the skin there was chapped, along with the patent feeling of her throat suffering from a severe case of dryness. She cleared her throat before trying again, her voice a somewhat cautious mumble, "I-I'll be fine. I mean, I'm fine," she quickly corrected herself when she noted that his greens had become more dimmed. "You're back to normal," she remarked to him in a conspicuous attempt at alternating the subject at hand.

One, delicate red eyebrow quirked at her in question, before slowly lowering back to its original spot. "I see," he murmured, though there was a dangerous edge in his timbre that Botan couldn't quite comprehend. "The effects of the moon have worn off. It's only productive in twenty-four hours, you see." His voice had pushed aside the feral hint down his throat, but the words sounded tart as they passed his lips.

"Oh." Botan scratched the back of her neck, letting slip one more cough in an effort to clear her throat of its brittled sensation. She mouthed an appreciative thanks when the redhead handed her a mug of water that he had grabbed from the nightstand. Positioning it to her lips, Botan parted her mouth only slightly to permit the rather warm liquid to dissolve on her throat. She only managed to relish the somewhat relieving effect it had for a fraction of a second until she felt the bed give out a small shift, turning her head in time to see Kurama inching closer to survey the purple hickies adorning various parts of her body.

"You did that, last night," she reminded him when she caught the loss of humanity in his emeralds, taking its place was what she could only recognize was the ugly monster called envy.

The ferry girl mulled over the possibility that she might have uttered the wrong thing when she saw his lips tug down into a single thin line of muted chagrin. "Not I," he tried to sound off calm, but she detected the menacing snarl that he had quelled at the last minute. "Youko did that."

"You're the same person," she offered weakly as she set down her mug to her lap, somewhat baffled that he would be jealous of his demon half.

"Yes, we are." His voice was tight, the muscles of his features tense and his body equally rigid. "And yet, we are not. He's sort of like an alter ego, if anything." Seizing a hold on the girl's mug, Kurama watched her let go before depositing it back on the wooden nightstand at his right. "Did you like what he was doing to you?" he asked her, the question tinted with a taunting imbue, his sharp irises almost glowering down at her as they narrowed into slits.

"I-" she tried to say, mind still reeling from the methods she could pull in order to alleviate the current situation. But she didn't manage to pronounce even one more syllable when his fingers abruptly brushed against her slim waist. Her body inadvertently gave out a small, startled jump, her mouth quivering as his digits slowly trailed to her stomach and glided lower still to the place between her legs. His nails seemed to purposely scrape against her flushed skin as he delved his fingers between her thighs and met with conceivable arousal.

"W-what are you doing?" she nearly shrieked out as the tips of his fingers slipped through her soaked walls before pushing the digits fully into her core. She shivered, feeling him spread them inside her before pulling them out as instantly as he had thrusted them in.

He didn't justify her confusion with an explanation. "You're still wet," he noted as if he were merely studying an opponent, his dark forest greens clouded with lust but the brewing anger and envy remained latent beneath. Scanning the string of wetness that coated his forefinger and middle finger for only a brief moment, Kurama then brought them to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick her juices clean. "You liked it. Was he better than me?"

"I was wet the first morning we were together," she frantically replied instead, opting to answer his inquiry with a roundabout response.

"Not this wet," he objected with a firm edge in his voice before he placed his arm behind her, his hand hovering dangerously close to her hips. He leaned closer whilst tilting his head, his lips levitating mere inches from her currently flushed scarlet ears as he let out a hushed whisper, "Well? Was he the better lover? Did he make you come more times than I did? His eyes are mine as well, you know. Whatever he did to you, I saw everything." His hand flew to her thighs before slipping between them to touch her most sensitive spot, his fingers brushing but not even close to penetrating as he kept them still on her entrance. He felt her twitch and suppressed an untamed growl from rolling off his tongue. "I saw you. How you clung to him, begging for him to take you. How obedient you were, what a sluttish vixen he rendered you into. He had full control over you, pushed you over the edge with dirty little words and you swallowed every little syllable that came out his mouth like he was some sort of drug you couldn't get enough of," he snarled into her ear, his teeth catching the flap of sensitive skin that was her earlobe and biting harshly on the poor thing, ignoring her startled yelp of slight pain as he did so.

More of her arousal soaked her walls, causing the fox to press hard once on her swollen clit. He reveled in her sharp mewl of pleasure, resisting the urge to shove his digits into her and finger her until she squirted all over him and the bed, before removing his fingers from her. The mere gesture of her core twitching and the simple sensation of her growing wetter against the pads of his fingers were enough to confirm his earlier words.

"Get on your knees," His voice was dark and gruff, laced heavily with a small edge of ire yet deliciously blending with his own building desire. Irritation rolled off his aura in restless, spiky waves, his Demon energy mixing with the flowy motions of primal want.

Botan hesitated until she caught on to the asserted authority palpable in his peridot depths, almost as if in a silent order to comply. The muted command enticed her; the ferry girl crawling with quaking hands and wobbling knees as she got on all fours and slithered until she was in front of him. Dark scarlet tinged on her cheeks as shame overrode her pride, repressing the impulse to sit up again and shut her thighs to obstruct what was in between from view as she shakily exposed her slick core to his hungry eyes, acutely self-conscious of the feeling of her juices trickling down her legs.

Kurama ogled the crease between her plump ass, his eyes lingering only momentarily on her moderately flushed anus before he directed them lower to her drenched minge, drinking in the sight of her wetness dripping down her thighs. He felt his Demon energy prickle against his skin, terribly aware of his canines sharpening into pointy fangs before he willed himself to calm down. His tongue lapped at a single fang before he rose to his knees, hands immediately capturing a solid grip on the ample flesh of her buttocks before he released one to wrap his fingers around his member, guiding the tip to her entrance. He slowly traced her vulva, purposely blending his pre-cum with her juices before flicking his waist and propelling his hips forward to penetrate her.

The deity had expected him to push either his fingers or tongue inside of her, but what slid between her folds and ruthlessly pummeled against her insides was something far bigger. A high-pitched, shocked cry of his name tore out her throat, lavenders broadening into the size of saucers as she took a moment to take in the overwhelming size and shape, knowing what it was even without Kurama's disclosure. She was used to it, after all - this sensation of being filled to the brim, stretched almost painfully so due to the huge length and enormous girth, the warmth of it sapping into her and nearly melting her into a puddle of goo. Everything felt familiar, as much as she hated to admit it. Still, the euphoric rapture overwhelmed the tiny bit of ache by a million times more, shattering her no longer steeled resolve and reducing her into a shivering, moaning mess, despite the fact that he hadn't even moved yet.

"Kurama, wait…" she pleaded, even though every cell in her body craved for the feeling of him ramming into her and bending her over like a bitch in heat.

Kurama threw his head back, long tresses of vermillion hair cascading gracefully down his back as he let out a contented sigh, a dazed smile playing on his lips. He had worried for a moment if he was hurting her, but the sensation of her insides pulling him in even more proved otherwise. He was assured that she wouldn't feel even the faintest hint of agony though - only pleasure and pleasure alone, his presumptions contributed to the undeniable fact that she was wet enough for him to put it in. He allowed himself a brief moment to indulge in the intoxicating scent of her arousal, mixing pleasantly with the stench of growing fear. His control chipped away with each involuntarily twitch her body gave out, the sounds of her trying to hold back her desperate moans for more imploring him to give her just that.

A startled squeak erupted from her throat as the redhead abruptly grabbed a fistful of her hair, pushing her head downwards before letting go and clutching both of her wrists in tight fists. "Stay like that," he breathed out in a heavy pant when she tried to prop herself up again, fingers digging painfully into her skin as he reinforced the grasp he had on her in order to keep her still. The woman underneath him sounded a shaky wail before she soon caved in and obliged.

He pulled his pelvis back until he was almost out of her, only to roughly plunge himself deeper into her before drawing apart once more. He did this a few more times until her cries rose in tandem, any remnant of self-restraint thrown into oblivion as he lost himself in the convulsions of her form and the repeating whispers of his name leaving through her shivering lips. Right off the bat, he was fast, driving his cock in and out of her in a speedy, vigorous pace that had her screaming into the mattress and the bed creaking as it slammed against the wall. The sound of skin slapping skin further served as an encouragement as he tilted slightly to the side, adjusting his angle before battering her g-spot with brutal, unrelenting thrusts. Her long, drawn out moans turned into sharp, ecstatic gasps, her shaky whimpers replaced by half-formed attempts at uttering his name as she was reduced into a screaming mess, her sounds coming out of her in time with each ruthless shove into her slit.

"Does that feel good?" His laugh was warm and somewhat tinted with sinister undertones as he bent lower to lap at the bead of sweat drizzling down her upper back. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're clenching around me like a vice, and it feels so good, I could do this all day, princess." His words were cruel but seductive at the same time, sounding like leather to her eyes yet honey on her skin as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on the flesh of her back. "You're like a desperate little slut, moaning and twitching every time I say something. Do you feel that? How good my cock feels as I take you, shoving into your tight," He pushed his hips forward as he rewarded her with a sharp thrust, the single motion unforgiving and a little vengeful, "sweet," and another, "hole," The last thrust was the most savage as he felt her insides spasmed around his shaft, clamping down on him before he felt her come undone, exploding from the inside before splashing out his length and down the sheets.

He permitted himself only a fraction of a second to enjoy the sensation of her essence dripping down his balls before he continued his cruel onslaught of assault on her pummeled sex, ignoring her desperate pleas for rest as he kept fucking her still. "You like this, don't you? You like to be fucked like this while I degrade you, don't you?" he proceeded to taunt her, deriving sadistic delight from her unsteady cries of his name as he impossibly intensified his ministrations, increasing the speed and force of his motions as he rammed into her to the point that every nerve in his legs roared in exhaustion in an instant. "That's why you seemed to love Youko doing this to you a lot more than when it's me, right? You came more times with him than when we were together."

"No, that's not it," the ferry girl whimpered in futile denial, the sentence escaping her in the midst of sharp gasps. She was acutely aware of her sore muscles ready to give out. "I-I-" But she didn't manage to finish when the redhead silenced her by delivering a loud, resounding smack on one of her ass cheeks, tears springing free from the back of her eyes as a numbing, stinging sensation followed the high-pitched noise.

"I'm not wrong," came his hiss, the knowing imbue in his voice noticeable. "You can keep denying everything if you want, Botan, but your body doesn't lie." A low, husky chuckle rumbled in his chest as af in on cue, he felt her instinctively buck her hips against him, the gesture increasing the euphoria a hundredfold.

Botan barely discerned the enraged bouts of jealousy detectable in his timbre as she felt the knot in the pits of her stomach start to unravel once again, trembling as she felt another wave of powerful climax rushed through every inch of her body, her vision clouded in pure white bliss as she released around him again. But Kurama knew no mercy, he was unyielding in his movements as he proceeded to rut into her, determined to clinch victory against his other half.

"I'm going to overstimulate you until you forget everything else," he swore as he eyed the pleasant bounces of her ass as he slammed in and out of her, the words escaping him in a raunchy growl. "Make you come over and over again until you become addicted to me as much as I am to you."

"Kurama, Kurama, Kurama," His name left her lips in a broken, repetitive mantra as he yanked her arms to her back, clenching her wrists into a firm, restricting clasp in one hand as he used the other one to tug her hair away from her back to reveal her pearl white neck.

"I'll thrust myself so deep inside of you there won't be any room for anyone else," he snarled before parting his mouth wide open and biting on the junction between her shoulder and neck, his fangs digging and perforating through her ivory skin, drawing out blood before he promptly wrenched them out of her. He lapped at the ichor tainting her once unsullied flesh, loving the sweet, metallic taste of gore as it filled his tastebuds. "You're mine, Botan," he whispered against her ear as he felt her third orgasm rack through her entire form, fluttering his eyes closed to allow the sensation of her release to overcome him as well as he felt her cum leaked out of her in long spurts.

When he released her hands, abruptly halting his thrusts and pulled his rod out of her, Botan had assumed that was the end of it - until he all of a sudden flipped her around, hooking the back of her knees around his broad shoulders before piercing through her crevice once again, almost immediately assuming his previous brute force and breakneck rhythm as he drove himself in and out of her. Botan sounded a shaky cry, hands flying to his abs to beseech him to stop. Her body was pushed beyond its limits, overstimulation prominent as the violent jerking of her figure became all the more uncontrollable. She couldn't take it - it felt too good and she'd been stimulated beyond comprehension. Last night had been an incessant night of rough sex with Youko, and every nerve inside her was still sore - waking up to this was a hellish paradise, even for her. Her body yearned for some moments for rest as much as it pined for the feeling of being taken so ruthlessly over and over again, her mind threading somewhere on the border in between repulsion at herself and absolute glee in the physical act.

She managed to push herself off of him, his groin slipping out of her pearl for a brief moment before he grabbed at either sides of her hips, impaling herself on his cock once again before he began to pick up where he left off, slamming the head of his shaft against the swollen, sensitive spot inside of her as one of his hands snaked between her legs, tugging and flicking roughly on her poor clit. He laughed when she begged to continue sometime else, claiming her wrists in one hand before forcing them over her head.

"Where are you going?" he rasped against her lips as he crushed them with his in a hot, bruising kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth and stroking against hers before he drew apart, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips as his predatory, ardour-filled peridots ardently peered down at her pools of teary amethysts. "You're not going anywhere. I'm not even close to being done with you."


Botan slowly slid her eyes open, blinking away the haziness clouding her view as she sought to clear her vision. She took a moment to survey her surroundings, noting the familiar sight and feeling her heart being thrashed down to the depths of her gut as bile rose from her throat. She recalled the previous events that took place before she had fallen unconscious, having succumbed into a deep slumber after six hours of being at Kurama's mercy. She momentarily perceived the breakfast on the nightstand. The smell of bacon and eggs and the sweet fragrance of hot chocolate intruded her nostrils, the inviting scent of freshly-cooked food and newly-brewed warm beverages succeeding to push down the vomit creeping up her pharynx. She looked around, conceiving no hint of Kurama's silhouette, the fact further contributing to her conclusion that he had wandered off on his daily routine. Though after their little tryst, she doubted he had enough time to go to work - the notion of him skipping on his job was laughable, to say the least, but the chances were quite high, considering everything that had occurred. He possibly went to check on his cunning little subordinate, Hana.

She steadily crawled towards the nightstand, quivering hands reaching for the plate of food presented to her as her belly sounded a loud growl, her overwhelming hunger demanding to be sated. She sliced through one piece of bacon with one hand, her other hand gripping onto a fork as she used it to stab through the delicious, savory meat. Botan only managed to give it a few chomps as she slid it into her mouth before she felt another rush of bile scrabbling up from her chest to her throat. Startled at the sudden feeling, the ferry girl coughed out the tiny piece of bacon she hadn't succeeded to digest as the need to projectile vomit became more powerful and intolerable. Disgust at herself gripped at her sides as she caught a glimpse of the spit-covered mush of meat she had discharged from her mouth before the revulsion quickly dissipated to give way to budding panic as she clamped one hand to her mouth to stop herself from puking all over the bed. Throwing her legs over the edge of the bed, Botan tried to stand up, only to collapse on her knees as her legs refused to cooperate with her. She threw an inward curse at Kurama and Youko for their preference of giving her body a good beating as she mustered the strength to walk, only to falter and stagger which each attempt she pulled to push herself off the floor. A bitter taste began to crawl up her throat and Botan grew more frantic, squirming as she wriggled her way for the toilet.

Once she got into the bathroom, she swiftly scrambled for the water closet, her vicious tremors racking through every nerve of her being as she reached shaky hands to clutch on the toilet seat. She removed her hand from its position on her lips as she poured out the vomit she had tried to stave off. Her throat hurt as the substance scratched through the linings of her pharynx, a bitter taste of puke dissolving on her tongue as the putrid stench made her head dizzy. She extended a hand upwards to massage her temples as she expelled a trembling but relieved sigh as her savage fits of projectiling bile came to an end.

What's happening to me? She pondered weakly as she laid her back against the bathtub, sweat beading on her skin and matting her blue strands on various parts of her face. Did she ingest something bad for her health? She was pretty sure she didn't overeat, and as cruel as he had been, Kurama ascertained that her well-being was cared for every second of the day. Even when he was gone, he ensured that he would get whatever she would and could possibly need during his absence firsthand before leaving her.

She absent-mindedly stroked her stomach as she stared blankly at the blinding white, tiled wall of the toilet. Her fingers grazed over her soft skin before they paused as she sensed not one, but two, odd mixture of Demon and Spirit energies sprouting from inside of her. They wavered, flowing like a stream of water before exploding and surrounding the pits of her abdomen. Her heart began to hammer wildly in her chest, her eyes widening in complete fear as the frightening prospect finally dawned on her like a hard slap to the face.

She felt sick again, but she was uncertain if it was due to the newfound realization or the fact that her body was changing in ways she hoped it had not.


A/N: I wanted to write another scene, but I felt like this chapter was lengthy enough as it is, lol. Wouldn't want my readers to be turned off by how long my updates are, after all. Regardless of that though, I do apologize for the late update. It's been about a week, I think, lmao. XD But here it is, a new chapter of Covet! Sorry if it's not to your guys' liking.

Guest- Welp, I'm glad that you enjoyed it. The first scene in this update is pretty smutty and steamy too ;). Not sure if my writing's becoming worse and better though. Well, keep a box tissue close to you, okay! This story IS going to contain a lot of sex scenes lmao and I wouldn't want you to suffer from a severe case of bloodloss XD.

WonderfulDemon123- Hey! We're all pervs over here lol. There are going to be kinkier scenes in the future, so look forward to that :D. Lol, I'm glad you wanted more even though it was like three-chapters long XD. Not sure if the smut in this chapter is hot enough for you though.

lovelyirl- It's okay! I used to sometimes face login problems too on FF, but I'm mostly using the app now soooo… no more login issues, I guess. Youko is a certified hottie, and I was blushing throughout typing the last update. Lol, happy that you enjoyed it though!

im-shiyeon- Nah, I'm back earlier than expected lol. My issues got settled pretty fast, thank god. Thank you for the praise, and I'm hoping you'd love this chapter as well :d. Thanks for the understanding though, it's greatly appreciated! Fortunately, the wait wasn't too long XD.

saillovelypines- There, you got the vines. Wait for the application of toys to come up in future updates soon XD. Lol, if you're trying to eat a snack while reading the last chapter, you might as well eat up what Youko was doing - I mean, he IS a snack too, by the way (sorry not sorry, it's a bad joke and cringy, I know lol XD). Jokes aside though, I wouldn't be able to focus on anything else if I were reading smut either, so can't blame you :d. We're both pervs. Aw, thank you for the compliment! I'm happy that you think I write well. The same could be said about YOUR writing style you know. ;) Lol, if we were officemates, I feel like we would have been the bestest friends.

h114- Thank you! I think we all enjoy smutty fics once a while lol. I'm glad to hear that the last chapter was a good read, I was worried the smut didn't unfold as well as I had hoped. Euphoria is coming to an end in one more chapter though, so I'm kinda feeling bittersweet about that one. Lmao, I agree. I would have given in if the other party had been Youko too XD. He's such a hot guy, that fox.

Howdy Aamy- I translated all of your reviews, but with Google Translate being what it is, I apologize beforehand for any misconceptions on my part. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.

Well, first off, yes, Kurama does love Botan, but he shows it in the most twisted way possible. In all truth, I don't think any sane person would have gone that far just for a person they like - but remember that I'm writing Kurama as a crazy guy over here lol. He's insane and his brain doesn't quite work the same way as ours do. At least, in my perspective, we are incapable of fully understanding how a mad person would feel. We may think their actions are overboard, but to them, it might not be the case. That's how I perceive Kurama in this story. Dark and insane, unable to think clearly because of the madness going on in his head.

To be honest, I believe what makes Kurama scary is how evil he can be sometimes. I'm gonna use your mentioning the Sinning Tree he used on Elder Toguro as an example. He's calm and calculating yet cold and ruthless at the same time. It's one of the things that makes exploring his darker side a lot more fun and interesting. :D I second you with your opinion about it being better to die by the hands of Hiei and Yusuke than Kurama, of all people. I feel like he'd make your death the most sufferable way possible.

And yes, I tried to keep the humor as much as possible though it's honestly barely there with how darker the story gets as it progresses. Your theories are all interesting concepts to explore, a shame that I already got past the point to apply them in this fic considering how far the plot has thickened. Well, let's just see it this way. Kurama apparently has two sides when he's with her. The affectionate, easily embarrassed one who sputters when she so much as gives him attention because of how head over heels he is for her. But also the lustful, possessive and manipulative side of him who wants to keep her all to himself, going to the most violent extremes just to sink his claws into her. It's a sort of contradiction I'm trying to make him adopt in this story.

Of course, I tried to make Botan's denials very real and relatable. I wasn't sure if I put justice to her emotions but hearing you applaud me for that makes me a little bit more confident in my writing skills. After all, she's known him as this sweet, mild-mannered and composed guy for very long years until he finally snaps and she breaks down from seeing a different person than the one she's used to. I think her denial and trusting demeanor are the few things that led to her being captured in the first place - of course, even if she had fought back he would have probably found other ways to trap her regardless. He's Kurama after all and though Botan is smart, I doubt her wits could win against him. Whatever she would think of, Kurama would always be at least three steps ahead of her.

I don't know if I'm doing a good job or a bad one for making you confused with Kurama's feelings for her. I was trying to make him come across as those toxic dudes who love a girl to the point of bordering obsession, always going too far to get the girl. Sometimes even when he knows that she won't like the situation. Their relationship wasn't intended to be sweet and romantic - which is why I'd warn people of this fic being dark at all times. It's toxic and emotionally traumatizing. But I do make him gentle and loving with her at times to show that he cares, if only with the exception of certain moments where everything goes downhill as he finds another obstacle coming in between them. He loves her, but he's fucked up, simple as that. There are two sides of him, and he assumes either one by taking into account the situation. If there's no threat of him losing her then everything's fine and dandy. If there is, well... he goes berserk. He would never hurt her - at least not physically. But I think that's the beauty of trying to write a Dark! Kurama. You think you have everything figured out until his actions prove otherwise.

I'd like to respond to your reviews a lot more, but I feel like my reply is dragging for too long considering you reviewed all chapters in a lengthy way. Don't let my words stop you from writing these reviews though - trust me, I wish I could dedicate a ton of paragraphs for you to provide an elaborate answer, but I feel like that would be over 3k worth of words. I very much enjoyed reading through them though, it motivates me a lot when readers give me these long, paragraphic reviews. Whether it's to praise my work or to give more wise input to my story, I appreciate anyone who takes the time to put these into words. Thanks for all the reviews, sorry if there were things left unanswered in my response. :)