*** Note From The Author. It seems I can never finish thanking you all for your continued support and interaction. I love how into the story you all are! For those of you who are curious, I am a recent grad student (23), passing the time by writing about what goes on in my head sometimes. Naturally they are inspired by phenomenal shows and works of art, and I only hope to do them justice. Hoping this chapter keeps you coming for more. Enjoy! End Note.***
"I said no, Rin." he said through flushed cheeks, as he pushed away her persistent and nimble hands.
She was stealthy and faster than he had given her credit for originally and that was a mistake he could not afford to make again as she leveled him with her gaze.
She was truly like no other force he had ever been met with before.
He wrapped his arms defensively around his torso and pulled to the side, his face heating much to his preexisting chagrin. He watched as she laughed from the corner of his eyes, she clutched her abdomen as a peel of laughter rolled through her, her loosened hair falling over her shoulders and her somber face finally contorting into that of amusement.
"Yun," she laughed, "Do not-"
Another laugh cut her off as she brought a soft hand to her eyes to wipe away her tears at his mortified expression.
"Do not tell me you are a modest man sir, I won't believe you." she chuckled.
Yun tightened his arms around himself in defiance, he could feel his face slipping into a pout. She had already stripped him of the first layer of his wear, in an attempt to completely disrobe him. He'd been so shocked by her actions that he nearly lost his bottoms to her, but by the time her flesh had nearly brushed across his he'd pulled himself upright and away from her.
She placed her hands on her hips, "After such bold and indifferent conversation, while you thought I was a demon's property no less, I would have thought you fearless."
"Ha! Afraid?! As if!"
She cocked an elegant brow at him, "Oh?" she replied.
He nodded fiercely, "Despite your brash language and crude intentions, you are still a lady, uncouth as you may be and I am trying, amiably I might add, to protect whatever sense of decency and decorum you have left!"
"I am honored truly to be in the presence of such a noble man, not only do you seek to save me from a demonic demise, but you intend to preserve my decency as well. You who thought me a concubine." She reminded him softly.
He rolled his eyes.
"Concubines are still women, are they not?" he questioned.
"Is it women you are afraid of Yun?" Rin asked eagerly to met with his narrowed eyes. "Would you feel better if I were a man undressing you?"
He spluttered wordlessly as she smirked at his obvious discomfort.
"I may not be a concubine, but the male form is nothing I am unused to, I was raised by a village miko after all." She informed him.
At that the slayer looked taken aback.
"You were raised by a priestess?" he asked baffled.
"Yes. Try not to sound so surprised Yun, I might take offense." Rin scolded him.
At that he smirked, "Would you really?" he asked rhetorically before answering, "I doubt it."
Rin smirked mischievously before squatting before him once more to resume her previous actions.
"Saved by a demon, raised by a priestess, trained as a slayer; is there anything else I should know abut you Rin?" he asked curiously.
She leaned into him, her very nearness wreaking havoc on his senses, sending them into overdrive like the sorceress she was.
"Yes." She whispered chillingly as her finger looped into the hem of his bottoms, "I'm quite impatient."
He was sated though not satisfied; the beast in him still craving her but settling after having had a decent portion.
He'd sent Jaken to retrieve human medicine for Rin, from the nearest human village knowing that would take him ages and he doubted Rin would wake up and search for him. He had not hidden his actions, no, certainly not. He had no reason to, he simply owed them no explanation and preferred his privacy.
Even now as he waded in the water and allowed the woman to bathe him with the finest soaps and scented oils, her hands lingering and teasing his body before caressing his neck, markings, and finally washing his hair; he knew as a Lord over the land he'd earned this. He'd earned this right, their loyalty, and subjugation.
He'd done enough, he had learned compassion, he'd surpassed his father, he staked his claim, he was a just and fair if not firm ruler, and even now he-
He snarled as his train of thought was interrupted.
Hiina.
Her hands consciously strayed from their task, bringing his arousal back to life, and though the beast in him imagined more delicate hands at work on his body, he could not deny that she had quenched his desire soundly for the time being. A gift bestowed upon them both by the kami.
Her name was Hiina, the palace concubine, the only concubine he had taken since his time at Palace West. She was always his preference for she had two things he had come to appreciate; a desire to please him and saturninity. Unlike the courtiers, counsel men, and advisors that littered his palace; she only spoke when spoken to and was only visible when he called for her. Like the wind, she was liberated enough in her mind to have an opinion but flowed through the canopies of aristocracy without much detection, unaware of how soothing her mere presence was. And much like the wind, he found, she was a turbulent force to be recognized within the heat of passion; her carefree mannerisms hinting nothing of her sexual exploits and expertise.
They had a mutual understanding; an agreement of sorts. They took what they needed from one another selfishly like the beasts they were and didn't look back, did not pretend for the sake of the other or those who knew of their affairs. Like the sun and moon they were partners in a dance where their best performances were those done separately.
In spite of this unwritten contract, he knew that she had quiet ambitions. She was the only concubine he visited and the only one he summoned even on trips away from the Palace West. Had he been any other ruler, she would have been deemed a favorite or mistress even, poised for the position of being his future mate and bearer of his heirs.
But it was not to be, she had not earned a place at his side, she had not earned his mark nor his seed. As amiable as she was, she lacked something profoundly, something that made the thought of mating her sickening. There was an emptiness between them that he both appreciated and scorned, but he was a complex being and he would not waste what time he had on such matters when it was so obvious to him. If she could not see it then it was beyond him; she did her job, a job he appreciated but a job nonetheless.
He pulled her before him roughly and preparing to sit her down on his length when a scent washing down the stream, asphyxiated his lust and curbed his satisfied temperament. He growled viciously now, pulling himself up into a standing position and pulling her towards his unintentionally, tightening his grasp on her until she yelped at the pain of his acidic claws.
"My Lord!" she begged.
He released her immediately, a if he'd been struck with lightening.
"Go." He ordered.
"Hai." She bowed, before transforming into a ball of light and shooting across the sky.
Rin. His mind seethed as he fully recognized the scent. Rin, the slayer, and ogres.
