Of Demons and Crafts
Summary: Two opposing thieves are forced to be mated as a result of a bargain for truce between their competing groups. Of course, nothing is as sweet as it seems as both assume false guises in order to catch the other off guard. Under strict orders to eliminate one another, Youko Kurama and Tsubaki Botan begin to endorse a pretend life of a happy couple. Except... falling in love was never part of the plan.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Chapter 4
"Mind explaining what's going on, Yomi?"
Youko's rich, smooth baritone was heavily laced with piqued curiosity as he gestured a single, delicate eyebrow at the six demons standing before him and Botan. He had a few bags of sacks flung over one shoulder, whilst Botan was carrying about at least five times more than his belongings and pushing them into the wooden carriage in an incessant and rather futile attempt to fit them in the medium-sized coach. Yomi and Mukuro stood at either side of Shizuru and Hiei respectively, the former with his fists stuffed in the safety in his pockets and the latter with her arms crossed over her chest.
"They will be going with you," Yomi answered him in a casual manner, a cryptic smile curling at the corners of his lips as he outstretched a hand over a certain trio of his henchmen. "I have assigned Kuronue, Hiei and Yukina as your...assistants or something of the sort. You would be needing a few demons working under you if you're going to be living somewhere else, Youko."
"I don't work under Youko. I work alongside him," Hiei spat at his blind chief in his habitual bitter tone, this snappy interject further emphasized by the irritated roll of his ruby-colored orbs.
"Now, now, Hiei," Kuronue chimed in, a fit of taunting chortles leaving his throat as he proffered a rather mockingly soothing pat on Hiei's right shoulder. "Let's just consider this as the two of us helping a friend. Although, I'm pretty sure Youko and Botan can take care of themselves but just in case, you know."
The fire demon briskly slapped his hand away in time for a sarcastic scoff to ripple out his chest, "I don't see this perverted buffoon of a fox as a friend. Just one look at his disgusting face makes me want to projectile vomit."
"Goodness, Hiei." Youko expelled throes of a low, amused chuckle as his aurelian irises glinted in a speck of mischief and his full lips slanted upwards into an equally playful lopsided smirk. "Quite the furious display of denial I see, though the forged act of being a lone wolf has never managed to fool me even once."
Hiei's eyes flashed dangerously at him, muted annoyance palpable in his pools of crimson as he growled out his ill-tempered retort, "I'm tempted to just gut you with my katana, Youko. You'd do well not to provoke me."
One of Youko's eyebrows raised to disappear into his silver bangs once again as the impish slant on his mouth visibly broadened an inch at the overused threat. "You've said that countless times for the past decades, Hiei. And yet, I have still not been rendered into a bleeding, dying mess from the receiving end of your attacks." He took a deliberate pause for added effect before continuing on his teasing remarks, "Not that you can ever do anything that will resort to my perpetual demise regardless, of course."
The Jagan user's demon energy spiked up into angry, but repressed oscillates. "I swear I will kill you one day."
Another howl of short-lived, gladdened chuckles bubbled out of Youko's throat as he threw his head back and levelled Hiei with a contemptuous sneer. "Yes, among many of your other empty death threats."
Hiei was on the verge of retrieving his blade from its sheath and Youko had been idly cracking his knuckles in mild preparation for a heated spar when Mukuro's barely audible guffaws resounded in the air, halting their rather childish bickering.
"I would think that I should be worried about my henchmen fighting against yours, but it seems that your faction has its own share of troublemakers already, Yomi." Her voice harbored a scintilla of gaiety, but was also accompanied with undertones of mockery as she shot the blind demon a teasing side-glance.
Yomi detected the implicated barb in her words and noticed the insulting touch in her timbre, but wisely opted to disregard the not-so-subtle provocation. His voice was as neutral as possible as he smoothly offered a reply, "Yes, indeed. But they are quite strong fighters that I take pride in. I would know, seeing as they've been by my side for centuries."
Mukuro inclined a single citrus-colored eyebrow at his curt response, but didn't bother to proceed with the subject as she discerned that Botan had finished shoving her enormous amount of possessions into the poor wooden carriage. Her lips sloped upwards into a warm smile as the bakeneko eventually spun on her heels to acknowledge the other demons around her.
"Botan." Mukuro's voice was oddly gentle and unusually laid-back as the cat demon in question approached her. "I'm letting Shizuru, Keiko and Yusuke come with you. Keiko can help out a lot and you would need Shizuru and Yusuke as reinforcements in case anything happens. And I'm hoping for Yusuke to learn from Youko's example and be a little more serious for once."
Her direct jibe elicited a blaring, exasperation-congested roar from Yusuke in return. "Hey! You want to get pummeled to the ground or something, Mukuro-sama?" The formality rose from his throat in heavy sardonicism, to which Mukuro shrewdly decided against humoring his clear indignation.
"I doubt that," Keiko muttered under her breath, an exhale of a soft, defeated sigh escaping her lips at the same time. She cleverly ignored her mate who was shooting daggers in her direction as she went on, "For all the years I've known him, he still remains the same. Though you can rely on him in terms of strength and he's strangely kind and well-grounded during the weirdest moments."
Yusuke's miffed expression instantly faltered from his face, giving way to a light pink tinge that adorned his cheeks as blood rushed to his face in slight embarrassment. The Mazoku reached a hand behind his head to scratch at the back of his neck as an abashed, scarcely distinct mumble passed his lips, "Well, I didn't think you'd compliment me. Still, I have mixed feelings considering you insulted me before that…"
The rose hue on his cheeks deepened in shades into bright scarlet as his mate stood on her toes and conferred him a brief, featherlight kiss on the cheek. "In any case, I'll still think you're cute, even if you can be quite hopeless and worrisome at times."
"You two are too sweet and lovey-together, I swear." Shizuru snorted at the public display of affection as she pulled out her kiseru pipe from between her lips and expelled a grey puff of smoke into the air. She then disregarded the respective heated stares the pair of Yusuke and Keiko aimed at her as she fixed her flippant hazels at Botan instead, her lips slanting into an equally roguish smirk as it lopsided from one corner of her mouth. "Wonder if you and Youko are going to be the same once you two are mated?"
Botan slapped Youko's wandering hand from her plump hips as her soft lips tugged downwards into a single thin line of silent chagrin. A guttural, low grumble echoed from under her breath, "I don't think so."
She wasn't sure what was worse; the fact that she would have to live with her friends' ceaseless teasing for an indefinite duration of time as of now, or the fact that what was once their misunderstood conception of her relationship with Youko was becoming a reality - something she had never, not even once, in her dreams would even expect to occur. Nevertheless, she was indebted to Mukuro's sharp wits in granting her three peers the permission to live in the premises of what would be hers and Youko's newfound domain.
It was a suggestion supplied by the deviant fox himself, and a decision agreed by both divisions in order to keep things 'fair'. After all, if either side were to be coerced into inhabiting the other's turf, they would be at a disadvantage as the difference in numbers would be too vast for only one demon to battle their way to escape if the worst scenario were to take place. Youko had conferred the proposal under the pretense that it would maintain equitable benefits for both sides, other than a masqueraded attempt at thwarting any remnants of discontent from the rest. And although not necessarily untrue, Botan was more than convinced that he did it out of his own sheer desire to keep her to himself as she took into account that he was a sickeningly active lecher who stubbornly made advances on her. Even so, given her current circumstances, she would have to yield to him. Five years of resisting his undeniable charms went down the drain, but Botan was willing to subject herself to any kind of humiliation in order to fulfill Mukuro's wishes.
...And such was the recurrent theme in their complicated relationship, Botan denied the prospect of entertaining the fact that she nurtured a sliver of attraction towards him in a rather obstinate and prideful manner.
The journey to their shared land was, peculiarly enough, more peaceful than anyone had foreseen.
Well, except for the frequent endeavors Youko pulled in order to cup Botan's derriere and her brisk retaliation by either continuously smacking his fingers off of her or throwing blunt threats at his direction that she would burn him alive. Not that Youko was the type to listen.
"Quite the humongous chamber, I must say," Youko remarked in quelled awe, a gleam of appreciation perceptible in his molten gold as he darted his eyes here and there to study the colossal space of their room. "Fairly bigger than the one back at Yomi's. I suppose this is what you get when you're the...sort of chief in this case."
"I'm going to point this out beforehand," Botan's voice chimed in, the words rumbling through her chest in a relatively frustrated huff as she finally succeeded to shove her expansive property into their shared closet. She didn't consider Youko's nor took a fleeting second to even think about it as she whirled around and levelled him with a pair of narrowed lavenders, "but I'm going to be in charge, okay? You do whatever you do, but I'm not going to be the second commander to you."
This startled out a high-pitched, amused outburst of laughter from his throat. His chortles shortly dwindled, however, leaving in its wake a skittish grin on his lips, the seductive undertones latent beneath the slant as a flicker of hilarity perturbed his gilded gaze. His voice drummed out of him like honey, sweet and pleasant but alluring and teasing at the same time as he articulated the words, "Good lord, we haven't even reached the bed yet and you're already asserting dominance over me. I would admit it is quite bewitching. It makes the notion of punishing you all the more appealing."
A profuse surge of ire puddled in the pits of her gut, but the sentiment combined with a flush of shame as her cheeks colored a vivid vermillion from the obvious sexual insinuation in his well-enunciated syllables. A familiar heat pooled in her loins, acting as a propellant to both her brewing temper and her more primal desires. Although, she shrouded her conflicting emotions with a deep scowl as she aimed it at the fox demon.
"Save your erotic fantasies to yourself, Youko. No one needs to hear them," she hissed in uncurbed animosity at him, acutely aware of the growing tension in the air as she discerned the motion of one of Youko's feet moving to kick the door shut behind him.
The silver-haired thief nonchalantly tossed his bags over his shoulder, uncaring of where they landed as his ears scarcely caught the distinct sound of a loud, echoing thud resounding through the walls as his belongings collapsed to the floor. He was comparatively certain that he had managed to prompt some damage to the few treasures available in his bags, but found that he could hardly give a damn as a profuse frisson of lust sprouted in the depths of his stomach, the feeling fusing with suppressed impatience as he trudged calm, but menacing steps towards her.
"Oh, but you will be the one at the mercy of my erotic fantasies soon, my little kitten," the mirthful, guttural purr thundered from his throat, the underlying uninhibited want patent in the sound as he calmly continued his stride towards her. He watched her take a few steps back before the back of her knees collided with the edge of the bed and she unceremoniously flopped down on the mattress with a short-lived, startled gasp.
Botan went to prop herself up on the bed the instant she felt her back bounce against the linen duvet, but she was halted mid-tracks as Youko swiftly crawled up to her and pinned her back into place, nudging his knees between hers and rapidly seizing a gentle but firm hold on her wrists in order to keep her still. The arousal in her gut only seemed to intensify, her centre dampening between her legs as she tried to rub her thighs together in order to prevent the musky smell from intruding Youko's nostrils, though to no avail as he quickly shoved his knee against the leather material of her dark tights, pushing right over where her covered sex was. The sudden pressure as he pressed against her caused her breath to hitch in her throat before she drew her lips tight to stifle the ecstatic moan that threatened to roll off her tongue.
"Youko." Her voice was tight and trembling at the same time, wavering hostility merging with latent, suppressed desire as he released one of her wrists to glide his clawed fingers down the flushed skin of her slender neck. Shivers of delight racked down her spine as his razor-sharp nails scraped against her flesh, the contact featherlight and causing goosebumps to rise at the back of her nape. It took her a moment before she could find her voice again, reinstating a stern edge as her irascible snarl echoed through her gritted teeth, "Get off of me. I'm not in the mood."
"Really now?" A subdued, levity-filled set of chuckles erupted from his throat as his hand trailed lower to her pitch-black obi, his fingers hooking around the sash before effortlessly tugging it off of her waist. He observed with mild amusement as the bakeneko hastily maneuvered her free hand to keep her kimono closed as her garbs threatened to fall open. "You're acting quite hard-headed, considering that the sweet scent of your arousal is all I can smell in this room." His hand slid upwards to hers as his digits wrapped around her wrist once more, forcing her arm off her chest as he eyed in impetuous satisfaction once her kimono finally came free, fluttering down her torso and her well-endowed hips as he hungrily ogled down at every inch of skin that was bared to his lustful stare. "And do not forget why we're here in the first place. There is no mating without a mating ritual. And I believe that you know what that entails, my darling peony."
Botan parted her lips to sound out a witty remark, but clamped them shut again when the revelation eventually dawned on her that she had no rebuttal to offer as his words struck her as nothing but the truth. She willed the last residues of her defiance out of her system and squashed down each shred of inflated ego she had left as she slackened her rigid form, allowing her tense fist to relax against his hold. Averting her gaze to the wall, red embellished her cheeks in an admittedly adorable blush of blooming embarrassment as she felt the cold air brush against her skin. She convinced herself that it was all out of her obligation to complete the job that was given to her, despite the tingling sensation between her legs that determined otherwise.
"Good girl," he growled, the snarl low and dangerous and heavily laced with potent salacity as he eagerly drank in the sight of her almost naked form. The kimono still hung loosely around her shoulders and fanned all around her delicate figure in an almost refined manner, her perfect mounds not too small and not too big, but obviously a little bit above the average size. Her flesh was of a pretty ivory, though there remained a few freckles of salmon pink on the top of her breasts and over her shoulder blades, and her nipples stood taut under the bone-chilling breeze.
"You're more beautiful than in my dreams." A frustrated, but pleased groan rumbled through his chest as he leaned down to claim her lips, his mouth hot and bruising against hers as he at long last liberated her from the tight grip around her wrists. His hands immediately flew down to her body and stroked every nook and cranny as Botan finally responded to the lip-lock with equal fervor, giving in to her pent-up urges as she felt his tongue poke between her lips and parted her mouth open to grant the wet appendage entrance. His tongue moved fervently with hers in a rhythmical dance for dominance, Botan hissing and Youko smirking into the kiss as he won and greedily devoured her moans. His fingers brushed against her breasts only for a fraction of a second as his hands skirted downwards to grab at either side of her hips, roughly slamming her pelvis against his as he rocked his covered erection against her clothed clit, pressing and kneading up and down against her in a hurried pace.
Botan broke off the kiss in surprise from the abrupt pleasure assaulting her senses, her hips involuntarily bucking against his to meet his humps as a harsh slew of raptured whimpers tore out of her throat. Youko's raspy growl was borderline animalistic as it rippled out his lips, his lust-clouded cobalt yellows soaking in the sight of her obvious pleasure as he withdrew only slightly to cup one of her opulent mounds and more mewls reverberated from her chest.
"I've wanted to have you like this for so long," he groaned in a deep, husky voice as he dove his head between her cleavage, lavishing her skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses before craning his head to the side to latch his lips on her hardened nipple, his tongue flicking quickly against the sensitive nub as he gave it vigorous, occasional sucks. His hand caressed her other breast in firm squeezes before his thumb and forefinger rolled around her nipple, pressing and pinching the pink bud. All the while, his hips were relentless in its thrust against hers, the added delicious gesture of her returning the gesture only serving to spur him on as he slipped her nipple out of his mouth and went to assume the same attention on the other one. He did this until the girl's moans rose higher in notches before he promptly drew apart from her chest as Botan grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on the lustrous, silver locks hard enough to yank his head back.
A hiss bubbled out of him from the sudden spasm of slight throbbing pain that travelled from his scalp and down to the back of his neck, but he kept his wanton aurelians on her equally libidinous violets as she uttered the words in the midst of her breathless pants, "Take off your clothes too."
The strong impulse to tease her and playfully refuse was strong as it fermented in the insides of his gut, but it was overpowered with a more intense torrent of heightening ardour as he caught the repressed urgency in her throaty demand. Feeling compelled to comply for once, Youko darted his tongue out to lick at one pointy fang before he pulled back slightly to place his hands over his bleached tunic, fingers curling around the hem of the fabric before he briskly wrenched it off of his pale white torso. He threw it over his shoulder, his hands instantly finding the waistband of his pants and jerking them down his legs before he grew impatient and kicked them off of him as they slithered down his ankles.
"This needs to go away as well, Botan. Lift up your hips," he commanded in a gruff tone, the asserted authority in his hoarse baritone palpable as he pointed a finger at the coal-black leather tights still clinging to her lower half. Botan obliged, hoisting her pelvis up in the air as he swiftly curled around the hairline of the garment, roughly shredding it off of her.
The bakeneko lunged her gaze downwards the instant the noise of tearing clothing echoed in her ears, the sound bringing her out of her partially pleasure-induced state. She barely noted the slight feeling of his claws lightly scratching against her inner thighs as she gritted her teeth at him and rumbled out an aggressive snarl, "Hey! That was uncalled for. You didn't tatter any of your clothes."
She earned a mirthful, but gravelly bouts of chuckles from the fox demon. "Of course not, silly girl. Now why would I do something as foolish as that?" He responded in a casual manner, uncaring of the hypocrisy in his words and ignoring her offended ramblings as he immediately went to spread her legs apart, his claws digging into her skin as his eyes downcasted to the pearl between her thighs. He doused himself in the male pride that swelled in his heart and the heat in his groin further uplifting to newer heights as her soaked folds came into view, his eyes ravenously taking in the lewd sight of her juices trickling down her legs and the crease of her ass. "And you're drenched, kitten. For all your stubborn talk about despising my entire existence, your body is immensely sluttish. Look at you dripping down the sheets, look at you quivering under my stare. And I haven't even touched you all that much yet."
Botan furrowed her brows into a deep, frustrated frown as she felt herself grow inadvertently wetter from his words, her core twitching between her legs in spite of her bitter growl, "Shut up, Youko. I'm only doing this because of the truce-"
Whatever protests she was about about to pronounce died down in her throat, replaced with a string of high-pitched, euphoric mewls as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and his head abruptly swooped between her thighs, his tongue instantly meeting her sensitive bundle of nerves in a tentative lick and causing an intense billow of rapture to course through every nerve of her being. Her spine arched upwards as her hips gave out a knee-jerk buck against his face, the rather violent reaction prompting a gratified growl to erupt from his throat, the sound sending delicious vibrations along her sex and making her toes curl as her heels dug deeper into his strong back. At the same time, he swiftly plunged two fingers into her, quickly adopting a fast rate and a brute force as he pumped them in and out of her slick folds. His digits curved before the tips of his fingers found what the fox was looking for, as confirmed by her ecstatic gasps and half-formed attempts at whimpering out his name as he ruthlessly slammed his fingers against the sensitive spot within her.
Her hands flew to his head, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him deeper as a tremulous cry tore out her lips, "Wait, Youko-"
"No," came his snarled out response, the single word heavily laced with ardent lust and muffled against her slit as he wrapped his lips around her clitoris, sucking harshly and swiping his tongue up and down madly against her stimulated nerves while she was still lodged in his mouth. He shook his head furiously from side to side, groaning against her as her blissful screams rose in tandem with the intense pleasure, his tongue and mouth eagerly and frantically slurping up her juices as she cried his name over and over again.
"You taste so good, peony. So good it hurts," he groaned as he increased the speed of his laps and sucks in time with his escalated ministrations as his thrusting fingers gained a briskier tempo, the vigour of his ramming digits becoming more brutal as he brutally assaulted her g-spot over and over again. Botan caved into the overwhelming ripple of euphoria, wildly propelling herself on his mouth as her enraptured whines became more frantic from the uplifted levels of bliss. "Come on, tell me. Does this feel good? Does it feel good when I eat you up like this? Tell me, Botan," he demanded her, nympholepsy dominant in the asserted authority of his words.
Botan let out another shaky cry as she felt herself twitch from his dirty talk, embarrassed but delighted tears peeking from the corners of her eyelids as the knot in her stomach threatened to unravel. Her pride reared its ugly head as she tried to stubbornly drum out a denial, "I would never, ever-" But the syllables fell short, reduced to a long, drawn out moan as the pleasure became all too much, exploding first from her insides before splashing all over his tongue. Botan bucked her hips against his face one last time, her thighs tense before growing limp as sweat beaded her body in a glistened layer.
"Yes, that's it. Come for me," he growled against her, the sound feral and frenzied as he felt her walls clamp down on his fingers like a vice before her release spurted out of her in continuous squirts, trickling down his chin and dirtying the sheets as he greedily lapped her up and hungrily consumed every drop of her essence. Drawing apart from her, Youko slid his fingers out of her in a wet, resounding pop and promptly brought them to his lips, his eyes locking with hers as he seductively slurped the telltale signs of her climax from his digits. Botan mewled at the enticing view before schooling her features as her self-conceit shone through and she vehemently shot a glare at him.
"How cute. Even after coming so hard against my face, you're still too obstinate to admit that you enjoyed it. Though I wouldn't expect any less from you." Youko expelled another throes of gladdened guffaws at the pretentious display, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the tantalizing undertones latent beneath as he seized a hold on her waist and hoisted her lower half slightly off the bed. He guided his rigid length to her entrance, teasingly trailing the tip of his cock up and down her slippery walls before delivering a few harsh smacks on her overstimulated clit.
Botan's entire body quivered as she felt her figure heat up once more from his teasing ministrations, but she positioned one hand over his abs as if in a muted gesture to stop. She disregarded the pleasant feel of his muscles flexing underneath her fingers as he managed to sink only the head of his shaft into her crevice before she halted him in his ministrations. There was a morsel of impatience in the inquisitive gape he proffered her as Youko peered his gaze up towards her. She swallowed thickly on a lump in her throat before verbalizing the words, "Can we…rest for a moment? I need to catch my breath and-"
"No," his answer cut her short almost in an instant, leaving him in a raspy, feisty growl as he seemed to glower down at her. "No more rest. I've waited five years for this, like hell am I going to wait another second." Then, as if to emphasize his point, he buried himself into her from tip-to-hilt in a swift motion, ignoring her startled cry of his name as he immersed himself in the heavenly sensation of her insides squeezing around his member. He pulled out almost fully before pushing himself completely into her again, repeating this for a few more times until her long, drawn out moans intensified into desperate whimpers for more before he eventually assumed a breakneck speed to match the powerful shoves of his hips. "Yessss, kitten," he hissed, ears twitching in excitement at the tight, wet, and warm sensation coursing through him as he rutted into her. "You feel like paradise. So good, so hot, all for me. I could take you over and over again all night."
"Youko, you're a scum-" she tried to say, only to choke on a sob and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned down and pulled her into a tight embrace, the bounce of her breasts against the hard contours of his form serving to encourage him as he impossibly increased the momentum of his thrusts, each push of his pelvis against hers harsher than the last, "-bag. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she finished, the words lacking the antagony that habitually accompanied this kind of sentence as she buried her face into his broad shoulders, her muffled cries vibrating against his skin as she hastily bucked herself against him, struggling to keep up with his pace and failing miserably despite the ecstasy increasing a hundredfold.
"And yet, you're clinging to me. What does that tell you?" he husked against her skin, a throaty chuckle drumming through his chest as he formed a track of hot, open-mouthed kisses, sharp nips and forceful sucks on the flesh of her throat. Botan was sure he would leave hickies all over her by the time morning would come, but couldn't spare the fleeting second to care as his lips trudged towards the junction between her shoulder and neck.
She felt his canines dragged against her skin in a teasing, slow trail, and quickly got the message, tracing her mouth towards the same place on his body as her fangs nipped before perforating through his flesh. His teeth dug into her in the same instant, and she felt him briefly suck on her blood before gently tugging his fangs out of her. His tongue darted out to lap at the ichor dribbling down her shoulder just as she pulled her canines out of his skin and licked off the stream of blood red gore from pale white flesh. All the while, he was relentlessly shoving in and out of her, his hips angling to the side just a little to mercilessly pummel the tip of his cock against her battered g-spot over and over again.
They were mates now. She was his, as much as he was hers. Until one of them would betray the other.
Her body gave out a tiny jump, a sharp pant tearing out her throat he sneakily skated a hand between their melded bodies, his fingers instantly delving between her legs and flicking at her swollen clit roughly from side to side, tugging harshly on her sensitive bundle of nerves as he drove his shaft in and out of her abused mound. Loud, squelching sounds reverberated in the musky air around them as her juices coated him and spurted out of her with each harsh jerk of his waist.
"You're coming, aren't you?" His own groans rivalled her own as he felt her walls clench around him once more, his mouth finding solace on eagerly sucking on the side of her nape as he proliferated the yanking of his fingers on her clit in time with the uplifted force and speed of his thrusts, haphazardly thrashing against the sensitive spot inside of her as he sought to push her over the edge. "Come on, don't stifle it. Come. I'm close as well. Come together with me." The words were spitting out of him so quickly, sounding like poison and cure at the same time as they matched the momentum of his pumps.
Botan quelled the pleasured cry of his name into his shoulder just as she felt him twitch inside of her. "Not inside," she managed in between shaky screams and long, drawn out moans as the sudden fear of bearing his child flashed in her head.
Youko hissed at the request, wanting to fill her up but also not wishing to push her into something she didn't want. He was vaguely aware of the reasoning behind her demand as he felt his impending release drawing near and opted to muffle his growls by stealing her lips in a sloppy kiss. Their teeths bumped and tongues stroked in a frenzied dance against each other as he felt her squeeze around him once more before she gushed out her essence all over his length and down the quilt, the pleasure rolling off of her in waves as white clouded her vision in pure bliss. He permitted himself only a brief second to relish in the feel of her fountain-load climax streaming around him, enjoying the twitching of her insides before he reluctantly wrenched himself out of her and spurted out his seed in long, drawn out spritz all over her smooth belly.
Youko broke off the kiss as his orgasm assaulted every cell of his being, breathing ragged and heavy, though not heavy as hers as both were vividly aware of the warm puffs of air escaping their lips. The fox slowly fluttered his eyelids close to submerge himself in the scent of her aftersex, only for his eyelashes to fly open again as Botan's hands glissaded down to his chest, giving him a rough shove as she flipped them around until she was on top of him and straddling his hips.
His wide, startled aurelians met with her frustrated, lust-clouded lavenders as she sharply spat out the letters, "You had your fun, Youko. Now it's my turn."
It took him only a fraction of a second to put two and two together and for him to comprehend the nuance behind her words. Another burst of hilarity-filled laughter bubbled out of him as an ounce of levity mingled with the intense desire patent in his molten gold. "Oh, so you want to dominate me this time around, hmm? Quite the feat you're trying to accomplish there, my dear. Are you sure you're up to it?" he purred at her, sparing himself a brief, indulgent glance at the thick, white telltale signs of his semen still decorating her stomach in an exquisite, depraved mess.
"Shut up," she growled at him, claws digging into his shoulders and drawing out blood as she pushed him further down the bed. She lifted herself slightly up in the air before slowly taking him inside her slick core once again, stifling the high-pitched mewl that threatened to slither up her throat. Her lilac irises flashed angrily at the arrogant slant on his lips, the almost condescending, challenging touch in his aurelians further adding fuel to her furious arousal over her tattered pride. "I'll wipe that stupid smirk off your face. Just you wait and see."
To her annoyance, he let out another laugh, all the while raising his arms up in the air as if to indicate he wouldn't touch her at all in order not to 'foil' her little endeavor. The gesture was as taunting as his rich baritone as he offered the snide remark, "Then, why don't you be a good little kitten and show me? I'm already twice as fast as you in battle, why not take that crown in bed and prove to me you can dominate me a lot better than I did with you?"
Another dangerous glint of her violet orbs and she started to move. "That's mistress to you, fox."
But she could have sworn he had been having his fun with her the entire time, goading her about how he could go a lot faster and she could do a lot better as she tried her best to impale herself on his length as quick and hard as she possibly could. By the time her muscles were too exhausted to even move, Youko's eager urge to take charge shone through as he briskly bucked himself up and down against her, in a pace that she couldn't obtain and with brute force that she couldn't summon even if she tried. It made everything she did earlier seem softcore compared to his current ferocious assault and she swore he had been waiting for her to give up the entire time.
Alas, he won the second round. And the few more rounds after that. Botan would have made a mental note to roast him like roasted pork in his sleep if it hadn't been for the fact she fell unconscious first.
heartluv- Well, not for long when it comes to Youko, because we all know how irresistible he is XD. Still, I hope you wouldn't mind the smut. Lmao, there's gonna be an abundance of that in this story to be honest.
kyoandyuya- Of course lol. With them mating, Botan's gonna have to give in in one way or another, even if it's forced (or not, because she actually does want him but is too prideful to admit it lmao.) Nevertheless, there's gonna be a lot of back and forth attempts at one-upping each other for sure. And I have so many great things planned for this fic, it's just really a matter of connecting the dots XD.
