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The locals and neighboring villagers packed the streets, ramen stands, restaurants and hotels, watching the noisy, colorful parades of papier-machẻ gigantes, jugglers, fire-breathers, acrobats, skillful displays of sword-fighting, taijutsu and listening to the music of the marching band.
Members of the ensemble wore green and red cloaks with matching tops and hakamas of violet, garnet or gold. The few females in the parade were exotically beautiful with their painted faces and ruby red lips; their hair a visual masterpiece of intricately designed knots and braids accessorized with colorful ribbons, jade combs and clips. Flowing through the streets, the procession looked like rivers of rainbows. Exploding fire crackers running along the poles and wires of their design added to the noise and general confusion.
The crowd came to attend the yearly Ōmisoka celebrations (New Year's Eve) in the capital city of Okinawa, but the most spectacular event was anxiously awaited by all, it was the release of the lanterns into the sky or on the river when the sky darkened.
The Daiyoukai scented the air and found what he was looking for, because straight ahead and adjacent to one of the ramen stands stood the fox youkai in the guise of a human performing magical tricks. It was the distant feel of immense powers from days long gone, that had the red haired fox demon looking up and away from the happy faces of children enthralled by his magical abilities. Their eyes locked, gold on green, and for an instant the younger demon felt like the child he used to be and afraid.
Shippo made up his mind and became less afraid as Sesshomaru walked slowly towards him. The Daiyoukai was relieved that he had finally found the boy because it had taken him nearly three days to track and find him, starting from Edo with the little information that he'd acquired from the school teacher, and besides, he wanted to get back to his mate and children. He thought it odd at first that the boy would be in such a place and in disguise, and actually taking part in a human holiday; but when he remembered how he was raised and by who, those thoughts dissipated instantly.
He turned and started towards the mountains that rose in the distance high above the city after holding the fox demon's stare briefly, and in all likelihood expected him to follow. Sesshomaru was a being of few words and by the looks of things he came specifically to find him, because Kagome had asked it of him, he can only hope; because that would be the most logical of explanations, for they were not friends, and the only connection they shared was her, he deduced very quickly.
Shippo discarded what he was doing and scrambled after the tall white clad figure whose long strides was taking him further away by the second, and if he had any hope of seeing Kagome again he had better make haste. "Wait," he called. "Stop!"
Sesshomaru stopped and turned. Shippo hurried up to him, out of breath. "Did Kagome send you to find me?" Sesshomaru stared at him in silence. Shippo asked again but this time doing it impatiently. "Where is Kagome, did she send you to find me?" At that point Sesshomaru turned and started back towards the mountains, and only answering when the boy refused to move from his spot. "Your mother is well." And after a moment Shippo began to trail behind him feeling relieved.
Seira sat in her bedroom on a small chair facing the vanity mirror with two handmaidens that were putting the final touches on her make-up and hair, today she would mate the ryu and the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth, because she did not want or desired to become his mate, and the very thought of bedding him was repulsive causing her to swallow harshly trying to dislodge the bile that rose in her throat.
She was frantic. "I will not share a bed or my body with that cold reptile, this joining is in name only." A light came into Seira's eyes. She stood proud and tall abruptly, causing her attendees to stumble away from her. She looked up and signed to the kami's, then turned and hurried to the great hall where all the guests, her mother and her future mate waited for her.
The silver blonde demoness calmed her racing pulse by inhaling deeply as she approached the double doors of the hall; on this side she could hear the melodic playing of the harp, the quiet whispers of the guests and she could smell the tantalizing scent of jasmine and roses.
The hall was transformed into a beautiful vision, a scene found only in the most vivid of dreams for her mating ceremony, and yet she was unhappy. There was something cold and cruel lurking into the dragon's eyes, something she had not noticed before the day that he had agreed to mother's reprehensible idea of them becoming lifelong mates. His quick-silver eyes had flashed almost white with the slits black and elongated, it was a nightmarish image and she gasped visibly feeling cold as her blood froze within her veins.
Closing her eyes tightly for a few moments she'd tried to clear her mind then, maybe she had imagined it and it wasn't real she told herself, and after awhile she re-opened them only to see his natural silvery blue eyes gazing at her. A moment later Seira pushed the doors wide open resolute, nothing or no one would interfere with her plans of becoming the lady of the west; she'd waited too long. All eyes turned to her as she walked along the isle to the podium to meet her soon to be mate. His eyes cold and his hand even more as he took hers into his and turned facing the ceremony master performing the ritual.
Both of them went through the process in a daze, their responses automatic and fake, and when it was time for the mixing and drinking of each other's blood, the most essential part of the mating ceremony, both nicked their wrist and let their blood fall into the goblet that was provided. The mixing of the bloods darkened and gave off a sweet smell as the priest whispered ritualistic utterances.
The blood wine was drunken quickly, the mood austere and the goblet discarded. "Rise and go consummate your joining, and may it be fruitful," Seira shuddered at the command, because she neither wanted sex or children from her mate. The applause by the guests were loud, and cheers of happiness and many offspring's were the wishes for them as it should be, but this mating was a mockery and the well wishes unwanted.
Lady Harumi peered at her daughter and the ryu and gave them a half smile and then left. She wanted the dragon off her back and she had succeeded, pairing him with Seira was a stroke of genius; she had desired him and could feel a yearning that carried all the way to her core whenever he was around.
But such thoughts were better left unexplored. In time she would walk away from it all like she had done before with Sesshomaru, she would only involve herself in the council and matters that required her expertise. Hopefully Seira would become with child very quickly, that gesture alone could change the way the other lords see her as heir apparent and without scorn. "Time is the master of us all," the lady whispered as she took to the skies to visit her castle.
The huge bedroom was tastefully decorated with light blue silk sheets and curtains, the furniture sparse giving the room an airy feel with its spaciousness. The large bed in the center of the room was surrounded by a white lacey material that was suspended from hooks in the ceiling and tied to small knobs protruding from the floor.
Lord Ryoma undressed himself and went to lie on the bed, while Seira's back was turned to him, she was almost fully clothed except for the outer robe that was discarded earlier. They were being watched, there wasn't any way around this, they would have to do the deed and consummate the mating if they wanted to be co-rulers of the west. "Do you know that we are being watched?" he asked. His voice kind, but there was an urgency to it. He wanted to get that aspect of their relationship out of the way, and the quicker that was achieved, the better it suited him.
"No," she admitted in a high voice shortly. He let out a breath and could have laughed but resisted the urge. Swinging his long legs over the side of the bed he approached her quickly and lifted her downturn chin up to meet his eyes, and there it was again, those pale eyes with the black reptilian slits dancing in the middle.
She took a shuddering breath and he tightened his hold on her chin. "I will not be gentle with you, this mating is a farce and the sooner we get our obligations out of the way the better," he said spitefully as he raked a clawed finger down the front of her kimono swiftly, spinning her around and doing likewise with the back. She gasped, the kimono fell away leaving her naked, his eyes danced over her bare form and he found her body tolerable, a necessary evil if he was to perform his husbandly duties, the thought brought a glimmer of light to his eyes.
He was a striking figure just like Sesshomaru now that she allowed herself to look upon his body. He was pale and beautiful, his manhood thick and long. 'Maybe it won't be so bad after all,' she reasoned licking her lips in the process, a feat that did not go unnoticed by her new mate. His fingers curled around her arm and he pulled her forward and unto the bed, Seira remained quiet, although now she was eagerly anticipating the sex between them. It was no secret that Sesshomaru had rejected her and had left her wanting, if nothing else the ryu could fill that space.
Hovering close to her face she thought that he might actually kiss her lips, she may not like the situation that they were in any more than he does, but she wasn't one to shy away from carnal pleasure, and besides her body burned with need. The kiss did not come the way that she'd expected, as he tilted her head to the side and licked her neck with a tongue that felt like it was two.
The sensation felt good although the implications were horrifying. The need to know what was happening overrode the blissful feelings and she yanked her head from his hand and faced him. Her heart actually felt like it had stopped beating instantly and cold sweat dotted her forehead and spine, as the half transformed face of the ryu with his forked tongue slithering in and out of his mouth like a snake greeted her.
The way her eyes widened and her face white as his reptilian nature took over told him that she was afraid of him. Instincts had been driving him on rather than affection or understanding as he caressed her skin with his tongue and felt the hot spiciness of her fertile and aroused state. Propping the lower half of his body against hers jolted her to awareness and she screamed. "Get off me you beast." Ryoma's clear eyes darkened with fury making him look even more sinister as he wrenched her thighs apart and plunged right in. she screamed louder this time. "NO," as he rode her hard and fast. There was no gentleness in him and his organ seemed to grow with each insert and withdrawal making the act even more painful.
His lizard body was strong and filled with magic; he could reduce and increase the size of his penis at will. Any loss limb would grow back in a matter of days, and as the female wailed and screamed beneath him he took what he wanted with little or no concern for her comfort.
The smell of blood from her ruptured channel spurred him on even more violently, and when he came he emptied his seeds deep inside her body hoping that he wouldn't have to lay with her again for many moons if she conceived now. Seira grabbed unto her abdomen from the immense pain and grunted when he rolled off her. His seeds inside her body were scorching hot and uncomfortable, and as she calmed down from the pain Ryoma turned his back ignoring her and the discomfort.
Emerging through the barrier were Sesshomaru and Shippo, Kagome felt their presence from afar and hurried from the house with Yuki in her arms followed by the other children. "Shippo," she cried, "I missed you so much and I have so much to tell you."
He was speechless, and by her scent alone he could tell that she was mated and a new mother with her baby in her arms. Gulping in nervousness he approached her and she handed him the baby. "This is Yuki, and she is mine and Sesshomaru's." All the children began to speak at once thereafter, asking him questions because they were very curious about him. "Oh mother…," he began, then fell silent.
Papier-mache gigantes - large paper composite sculptures