Last time on The Courtship

Koenma's cajónes have finally come in! He and Botan say screw the council and elope with the fox and Shizuru as witnesses.

"Well it's done," the old priest announced. "You are officially man and wife. All that is left is for you to sign the documents."

"Thank you again, Tetsuo. We are forever in you debt. If you or any of the priests at this temple need anything, it's done."

"It was my pleasure Prince Koenma, and my Lady Princess," he addressed Botan. "But I will remember what you said about needing something. Your father is so tight with his purse."

"You will find that I am a bit more generous," Koenma smiled at the old priest.

"Oh, and about the rings. I am aware that you want to keep this marriage a secret but in order to seal the union you must wear them until after you consummate the marriage."

Botan blushed scarlet, but Koenma's face remained serene. "Thank you. We'll be on our way now."

As they left, hand in hand Yoshi came to congratulate them. "I must congratulate you on your union, Lord Koenma and Lady Botan."

Koenma regarded him as if he hadn't refused his request earlier. "Thank you, Yoshi."

"Look sir," he started. "I hope you understand why I couldn't-"

Koenma silenced him by raising his hand. "It doesn't matter. It is done now. But you will maintain discretion."

"Of course."

At the portal to the ningenkai, Kurama and Shizuru wished the newlywed couple congratulations. "We congratulate you, and wish you all the happiness that you deserve," Kurama spoke for the pair.

"Thank you, Kurama and Shizuru. We couldn't have done this without you."

As they left, Kurama and Koenma didn't notice that Shizuru gave Botan the slightest of winks.

They made their way back to the palace quickly, and Botan said that she wanted to stop by her room to get a few things before joining him in his suite.

"Of course, my…wife." It was the first time that he'd said it. He loved the way it felt and sounded in his ears.

As she searched through her things, she found that she had nothing that she would consider appropriate for wedding night sleep apparel. Figuring that she might not be doing much sleeping anyway, she decided on a blue satin nightgown with matching underwear. She knew she wouldn't have it on long anyway. As she neared her husband's suite she found that she was a tad bit nervous. She worked to calm her nerves as she tapped on the door.

Koenma opened the door wearing a pair of royal blue silk lounging pajamas. The shirt was open, revealing his chest. "Come in." He stepped aside and let her enter his…no their suite. He ushered her into the living room, where on the table sat two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

He poured her a glass. "A toast to us," Koenma held up his glass.

"To us," Botan confirmed. "Forever. I love you, and this is the happiest day of my life."

"Me too."

They drank the sweet champagne, light and bubbly. They were both lost in thought. Both nervous and excited at what was about to ensue.

"I have some gifts for you," he said, standing up. He returned with a small and a large box. He handed her the large box first.

"Oh Koenma, I got you something too. It's in my bag." She had been able to splurge a bit on his gift. She never bought anything expensive for herself and had nothing else to do with the money.

He returned with a box. "What is it?" he shook the box, and heard a jingling sound.

"You have to open it to find out!" she said.

"You first," he insisted.

"Okay," she said, tearing the delicate wrapping off of the large box. Inside was a pink silk nightgown trimmed in lace with a matching robe and shoes. "It's lovely!" she exclaimed, jumping up to hug her husband.

"Okay, you next!" she said.

Koenma opened the box to reveal a sterling silver pocket watch with and antique design and skeletonized wind up movement. It was enclosed in a case and had a short chain attached.

"Botan, its…I don't know what to say. I love it. Every time I use it to check the time I will think of you."

"Read the back, Koenma." She had just had it engraved after he officially 'proposed' to her. It said Forever Yours, Love Botan.

"Thank you, Botan. I am forever yours as well. I will cherish this and you forever." He leaned in to kiss her, but before he got lost in the moment he pulled back. "Now for your final gift," he said, handing her the small box.

Inside was a pear shaped pink diamond set on a platinum chain with matching earrings. "They're beautiful!" she gasped.

"Put them on," he said. "Let me help you." She held up her long blue hair so that he could fasten the chain in the back. He then put the earrings in her ears. "I want you to wear it tonight."

"Well, I need to freshen up. And I think I will wear this," she said, indicating the nightgown.

In the bathroom, she hummed to herself as she quickly washed and changed into her new nightclothes. She dabbed some of her own perfume on tonight, she needed no pheromones. She checked her reflection in the mirror, marveling at her new reflection. She was wearing the pink nightgown and robe, with the pink diamonds on, small but elegant and her wedding ring. She also had the bracelet on her left wrist that she promised Koenma that she would never take off again. She bid her girlhood goodbye and welcomed Botan the woman, the married woman, married to the prince of the Reikai.

Koenma paced a little nervously at his bedroom door. He had done it. He had finally come into his own, defying not only his father but the spiritual council as well to be with the woman he loved. It was a damn good feeling, he had to admit. But now, one thing remained, to claim his woman, to consummate the marriage. He had dreamed about this moment for so long, especially since he and Botan had come so close, but now that it was here he wondered if he would be able to do the act. That all changed when he saw Botan emerge from the bathroom in the pink silk he had picked out for her. She looked so beautiful in the pink silk and lace, with the diamonds on. He was careful not to select jewels that were too big; he didn't want her to look like the overjeweled wives of the nobles he usually saw. The silk clung to all her curves and moved with her as she walked. She stopped in front of him, gazing into his amber eyes.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes," was her simple answer.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know.

She shook her head. "Are you?"

"A little," he admitted.

She gave him a sultry smile. "Come now, my husband. You must do you duty by me," she said, and led them into their bedroom.

He left his nervousness at the door. The room was dimly lit and had candles; he wanted to be able to see her beautiful body as he made love to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to join him.

He kissed her, gently at first but deepened the kiss as her tongue brushed against his and rekindled his flames of desire. He slipped her robe off and gently laid her back on the bed and easing on top of her, careful not to crush her. He paused to let her remove his top, and sucked in his breath as she ran her soft hands across his chest.

He descended down again, this time kissing her more urgently. His hands roamed over her body, exploring shamelessly, she was his wife now and he had no need to hold back anymore. He caressed her hips, thighs, and was prepared to remove her underwear when he realized that she wasn't wearing any.

"You naughty girl, you. What am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to do your duty and mount me like a proper husband."

He made some sort of audible sound, somewhere between a groan, a sigh and a growl. He swept the silk nightgown over her head. There she was, naked in all her glory, and waiting for him. Her eyes hazy with lust, desire and devotion. He took a breast in each hand and kissed them in greeting, licking, sucking and teasing, his tongue whispering to each nipple how much he had missed playing with them. Botan moaned and whispered his name. He rolled her gently onto her stomach and kissed the back of her neck, and left a trail of soft, hot kisses down her back. He massaged her buttocks and kissed each cheek. Botan was on fire with desire.

"Koenma…please…" she was begging.

"Soon my love, soon," he promised. He rolled her back over and kissed a trail from her bellybutton to her soft tufts of hair at the meeting of her thighs, gently parting them and teasing the lips apart. She called out his name as his tongue skated across that sensitive button of flesh.

"Koenma!" she cried. In such a short time Koenma had become a master of oral sex. He slid his tongue up and down her moist depths, lapping her juices and swirling his tongue on her clitoris. He sucked on her gently as she rocked back and forth desperately lost in ecstasy. He parted her lips a bit more and sped of the action of his tongue. He wanted her to climax, then he wanted to make love to her and have her climax again.

He felt the tell tale trembling of her legs that let him know she was close. "Oh…oh…Koenma…oh…unnnnn…"

He knew she was there. Just a little bit more, he thought. In one swoop, he sucked the whole mound in his mouth and licked with lightning speed. He felt her orgasm convulse out of her body.

"Oh…oh…KOENMA!" she screamed, and her body shook with pleasure. He allowed her a brief moment to collect herself as he removed his pants and hovered over her. That look desire in his eyes and the sight of his bobbing cock ready to claim her maidenhead made her a bit nervous.

"Relax, love," he whispered in her ear and he positioned himself at her entrance. "Just relax." He took her virginity with one quick, smooth stroke. She cried out at the sharp pain and dug her nails into his back. As her moist depths enveloped him, he trembled as he struggled to hold back until she was ready for him to continue. After a few moments, she relaxed.

"Okay," she said. He started off slowly, unsteady and fighting against the urge to take her like some animal.

"Oh, Botan. I've been waiting…so long…"

"Then why are you moving so slow then?" she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Show me."

That was all he needed to hear. He released years of pent up yearning and lust; thrusting with a firm steady rhythm and she thrust back against him.

"Oh Botan, Botan, Botan" he panted. "You belong to me now. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes, yes, Koenma."

"Say it Botan," he implored, speeding up his stroke. "Tell me who you belong to."

"I belong to you Koenma!" she breathed, raking her nails over his back.

"Good girl," he panted, stroking her even harder, he knew he was going to come soon. He throbbing cock, sliding in and out of her hot, tight canal was too much.

"Oh, oh, god, that feels so…Botan…ummmm. You feel so, so good! You're going to give it to me anytime I want it aren't you?" he demanded, as he thrust and thrust, the bed creaking and the headboard tapping the wall in rhythm.

"Oh, Koenma! Take me anytime, anywhere! I'm yours, Koenma!" her legs began to tremble. It was time…again. "Ohhhhhh Koenma!" she cried as she went over the edge, bringing her husband with her.

"Ohhhhh my god, BOTAN OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" he shouted, releasing in his wife, gripping her tightly. This orgasm, in fact this whole feeling was like nothing else he had experienced. As he lay there with his wife, their bodies molded together he felt tears stinging in his eyes. He struggled to hold them at bay, but to no use. He was not surprised that his wife's face was wet with tears as well. They lay quietly; no words were needed or could do justice to describe what they had just shared.

Well, the deed is done and cannot be undone. But will the council see it that way? And what has Lord what's his face been up to? Find out as The Courtship continues!