Me: Ahahaha...

Rachel: What are you laughing about?

Me: I finished editing this chapter at... Uhm... 4am...

Rachel: -beats down with a newspaper-

Me: Uwahh, you're so mean!

-Please wait while the author calms down-

-creepy elevator music-

-The Program may now resume-

Rachel: Don't you have something to say about this chapter?

Me: OH YEAH! -ahem-

I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. :3

Rachel: I don't believe that's it... But good try.

Me: Oh! Uhm... Yeah... This chapter is rated M for Mature. That means... Sex... blah blah blah sex... blah blah blah more sex... blah blah blah blah mature readers. :D

Rachel: And...?

Me: Yomi installed a new shower head specifically for this chapter! :D

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It was hard not to think about Hiei for a while. I did my best to enjoy the activities my father and I did. We did some of my favorite things, so during those times, it wasn't nearly as hard. He took me to No Man's Land and I got to let off some steam on some rather weak demons. That definitely helped, and I was pretty happy after that. We even fought upper level ones, but my father wouldn't allow me to fight for too long. He'd take the fight if I got hit too many times, and his definition of too many times was a near-hit.

On our way back to the castle, we walked through different parts of the Gandhara. Needless to say, there were many demons that were happy to see us. A visit from Yomi was rare, but a visit from Yomi's daughter was almost nonexistent up until that point. My father never permitted me to leave the castle, so I was fairly nervous about being surrounded by so many demons that I didn't know. To comfort me, my father wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.

"I probably should have let you out more. Then you wouldn't be so uneasy." I nodded in agreement. He sighed, which gave me the feeling that he was starting to feel bad.

"But it's okay, father. You're with me, so it's a lot less scary."

He turned his head toward me. "However, it shouldn't even be scary at all."

"I'd feel uneasy anyways though. There are so many demons here." That was true.

He smiled. "I suppose you're right about that."

We walked around for a little longer before my father asked me if I wanted to go home. Of course I said yes. When we got back to the castle, dinner had just been served. We ate. Afterward, we went back into his room and he closed the door, locking it.

We laid on our sides facing each other on his bed. He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. "Did you enjoy yourself today?"

I nodded. He tilted my head upward and softly kissed my lips. "Are you ready for the best part?" I nodded again.

He pulled me on top of him and kissed me. His tongue pressed against my lips, and I opened my mouth to him. His tongue swirled around mine and I closed my eyes. His hands went up the back of my shirt and undid my bra, then proceeded to make me topless. He broke the kiss.

"I'm not going to destroy your clothes this time. Why don't you take off what's left, so I'm not tempted?" I did as told, getting off of him and taking off my lower clothing, and he removed his own clothes. When we were done, he smiled at me. "How about we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" I asked, not sure how this was going to turn out.

"You'll get what you give." He laid back and grabbed me by my waist, lifted me up, and spun me around. He set me on his torso facing his lower region while my sensitive area was toward his upper body. His erection throbbed in front of me. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do exactly, but I held his member with one hand. He put one finger inside me. I moaned, wanting more, so much more. I turned my head to look at his face.

"Work for it, love." He smiled.

I looked back where I'd been facing, then moved my hand up and down his shaft. In turn, he inserted another digit and pumped them in my heat. I got it. A game.

I used my other hand to trace circles at the tip of his throbbing member, still making the same motions I had been with the first. He stimulated the outer part of my core, and I moaned. Wait a minute... What if I...?

I moved my hands and placed my mouth around the tip. He cried out. I panicked and moved my face up. I'd never heard my father make that noise before. It made me wonder if I'd done something wrong. I looked at him. "F-father?"

"Do that... Again." He panted, and I did. He let me know just how good it felt by spreading my legs and using his mouth on my heat. I moaned, but didn't let up. I was getting something that I wanted, and I wasn't about to give that up. I took more of him in, as much as I could. He twirled circles against my outer area with his tongue, then plunged inside. I was in paradise.

He came in my mouth and I swallowed what I could. He performed the same act when I came. For a moment, the two of us laid there, shuddering from the feelings.

He moved me off of him gently and sat up. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do next. He kissed my forehead. " Are you ready for another game? This time, it won't be so confusing." He didn't give me a chance to answer before pulling me up and setting me on my hands and knees with my legs spread apart. My arms and leg muscles were twitching. I hoped this didn't last too long. I didn't know how long I could hold myself up. I pointed that out to him.

"And that, Rein, is the point of this game." He got behind me and positioned himself at my entrance, his hands and legs next to mine, then thrust into me. I cried out and my arms gave way. My face hit a pillow, and my father stopped.

"Get up. I won't move until you're up." I wasn't sure if I hated him or not. Reluctantly, I forced myself back up into position and he went back to thrusting. It was all I could do to keep my arms from giving out again. It didn't last very long. I pushed myself back up again. It felt too good to give up. My father leaned in and kissed my neck multiple times. To my relief, he held me in position, which put less strain on my arms. It was wonderful.

Our bodies rocked together for quite some time before he came again. He pulled out and laid me on the bed gently. I rolled over and looked at him. He kissed my lips. "Ready for a shower?" I nodded slowly. He got up and walked toward the bathroom door. When he reached it, he turned back to face me. "Aren't you coming?"

I ran every curse word I knew and then some through my mind and forced myself up. I stumbled over to where he was after falling a few times. He bent down and kissed my lips again. "Good girl."

We got into the shower. The water felt so good. I started to turn around to face him, as I was in front of him, but he held me where I was.

"We're not finished." I blinked. What more could he do? That was a stupid question.

He reached his hand between my legs and played with me, inserting a few digits and pumping. My legs buckled and I held onto the bar next to me to keep from falling. He continued, even with me in such an awkward position. He used the other hand to massage my breasts, and nipped at my ear. I felt like we were starting over, only this time, I had much less energy. How did he have so much?

He pulled his hands away from me, and I got back up into a standing position. He put his hand on my shoulders and I turned around.

"Almost done, I promise."

My legs gave out and my father caught me. He laughed.

"By the way, if you want something to hold on to, you can hold onto me or the shower head. I'd recommend the shower head." I felt like jelly. Could l possibly hold onto something? Oh boy.

He lifted me up by my waist and pushed himself into me again, this time, holding me up in the air as he continued to thrust. I then understood why he recommended the shower head. If I held onto him, I'd have to do more work, and that would also put me in a bad position. I grabbed the shower head. My moans became louder as he pushed harder and deeper. He grunted and I felt him come. It slid down his legs, then down the drain. I couldn't hold on anymore and let go of the shower head. If I thought I felt like jelly before, I now felt like a puddle of water.

My father washed the two of us, and didn't make me suffer anymore by carrying me to the bed. He changed the sheets and laid me on it, lying next to me. He kissed my forehead.

"How do you feel?" he pulled the covers over us.

"Like I'm going to be sore for a month..."

"Told you so."

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