Last time on The Courtship
The secret marriage of Koenma and Botan hit a snag. The priests insist that they must consummate the marriage for it to be valid. With great reluctance and a heavy heart they agree (sigh).
Koenma woke first the next morning. He reached to the nightstand and picked up his watch, a gift from his wife. It was six fifteen. He moved to sit up in bed, moving the heavy blue head of his wife off his shoulder. His wife. They had done it. He, prince Koenma, heir to the entire Reikai, ruler in his own right, had secretly married the love of his life like a rebellious teenager would marry his secret love. He had defied his father, disregarded the council, and practically spat in the face of Lord Takahiro.
And then they had made love, the most beautiful experience that he had ever had. When their bodies had come together as one and they had climaxed together, his eyes had grown teary with joy. But now the afterglow had faded and he and the sheets were sticky with the remnants of their passion and the evidence of Botan's virginity. He got up from the bed, called for breakfast and fresh linen, and headed for the shower. As the hot spray massaged his body, he mapped out the plan for the meeting that would take place in a few days. Lord Takahiro would not admit to breaking the deal, he was sure of it. He was determined to have his daughter wed to him. However, his intelligence told him a different story. But none of it was of any consequence. He and Botan were married, officially and legitimately; and the marriage had been consummated. He glanced down at his wedding ring. He would have to take it off when he was in public, but he would always keep it on him and would tell Botan to do the same.
When Botan awoke she noticed three things. The first that she noticed was that she was not in her bed, but Koenma's, or their bed. The second thing that she noticed is that he was not in bed with her. The third thing that she noticed is that she was sore. As she set up in bed amidst the sticky remains of their passion, her mind drifted back to the previous day. Her decision to defy the council and the king and get married, the secret wedding, the gifts and the consummation. How she wasn't afraid until the last minute when she saw her husband hovering over with lust and desire in his eyes. The sound of his soothing voice in her ear as he broke her virginity in one stroke, and the hot, searing pain that lasted only a few moments. She remembered how he had made love to her and his assertions that she was his and that he would have her anytime he pleased, and how she had promised that he would.
She hopped out of bed and tied her silk robe around her naked body, wincing slightly at the pain. She stripped off the sheets and tossed them unceremoniously into a corner of the bedroom. It was then that she noticed her husband watching her in the doorway.
"Good morning, husband," she greeted him.
"Good morning my wife," he greeted back.
"Did you sleep well?' she inquired.
"Better than I have in a long time. I had a long day yesterday, and labored hard during the night."
Botan blushed. "So you did."
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Yes, but I need to wash first. And I will help you make the bed." And they, the heir to the Reikai and his wife, completed a simple domestic act of making a bed. Afterward, they marveled at their work.
Koenma chuckled. "I've never done that before. But I am your servant. Now, my love I will run you a hot bath."
"Oh!" Botan exclaimed. "Will you scrub my back?"
"If you so desire." He said with a wink.
Botan soaked her soreness away in the hot, bubbly bath. The bath was soothing and she felt that she could linger there for hours but wanted to spend as much time with her husband as possible so she reluctantly scrubbed herself and let the soothing bubbles drain away. She changed into her blue satin nightgown that she brought with her and went to join her husband at breakfast.
"I thought you wanted me to wash your back," he said, eyeing her figure in the nightgown.
She smiled. "Perhaps next time."
As he served her fresh fruit, toast, eggs and juice they talked of future events. "Well today is Saturday," he remarked. "The council meets on Wednesday. They will hear arguments from both my father and Lord Takahiro. Then they will rule in favor of one or the other."
"What happens if they rule in favor of Lord Takahiro?" she asked.
"They will probably attempt to order me to marry Akemi," he said. "But clearly that will not be possible."
"It most certainly isn't," she said, coming towards him. "Not only have you been spoken for, but you have already been taken." She straddled her husband's lap and leaned to lick his ear.
"Uhnnnnn," he moaned, wrapping his arms around her.
"So," she whispered in his ear blowing her warm breath inside and listening to him squeal. "What are we going to do today, hmmmm?"
"I'm sure we can think of something," he mumbled before capturing her lips in his.
She moaned into the kiss and ground her moistened crotch into his rock hard sex. His hand made its way down to her underwear and slipped inside, stroking at that button of flesh and sinking deep inside her depths…so warm, so moist, so inviting. His other hand slipped one strap of her nightgown off her shoulder so that he could take one of her breasts in his mouth. She moaned as she rocked on his finger, his neglected cock throbbed and ached as it called out for attention. Botan evidently heard his cry. She slid off his lap and faced him, on her knees with that naughty little gleam in her eye as she slipped her hand inside his pants.
"Botan, what are you…ohhh!" He exclaimed, his question cut off by the surge of pleasure as she wrapped her lips around his cock.
"I'm paying you back for last night," she said in between licks.
And so she did. She licked his cock in slow licks, and sucked on the head, bobbing her head up and down slowly. He ran his fingers through her long blue hair as he sang her name.
"Botan, Botan, Botan," he sighed. "You're such a naughty girl…incorrigible…bad…oh, Botan." His eyes were closed and he moved his head from side to side, slowly, lost in pleasure.
"So what are you going to do about it?" She asked in between licks.
"I'm going to….OHHHH FUCK!" He exclaimed as Botan's tongue ran over his precious jewels. He slid down the chair a little, giving her greater ease to continue her naughty act.
"Such language, husband," she murmured before she took both jewels in her mouth and sucked gently.
"OH GOD! IT'S YOUR FAULT! STOP THAT! OR I'LL TAKE YOU RIGHT HERE!"
"Then do it," her mouth never left his balls.
"I mean it Botan," he panted, never imagining such a thing in his mind, or the pleasure that could be achieved from doing such an act. "I'll take you right here; on the floor…I'll do it…"
She looked up from his lap with a most sinister grin on her face. "Did you not demand that I let you have me anytime you wanted last night?" She asked, stroking his pulsating member. "And did I not promise that you could have me anytime, anywhere?" she added.
The next thing she knew, she was on her back on the soft carpet in the dining room. "I do remember that," he said, slipping out of his pants and sliding her underwear off. "Thank you for reminding me as a proper obedient wife should."
He plunged into her moist depths, thrusting with even more vigor than the previous night. Botan wrapped her legs around him and urged him on.
"Oh, Oh, Koenma, harder, harder, Koenma, oh, oh…"
"Ummmmm….yeah….ummmm…god, you're so wet…so hot…so naughty….be a bad girl for me Botan," he panted.
With a strength he never knew she had along with the element of surprise, suddenly he was on his back and she was straddling him, ready to ride. She ripped her nightgown over her head. "How's this?"
She rode with the skill that any jockey might ride a stallion, bouncing up and down, rotating her hips clockwise, counterclockwise and made smooth motions as the waves might wash up on the beach during a tide. Koenma was sure he would faint from the pleasure of seeing his wife's hips swirl in patterns that made him dizzy and watching her breasts bounce up and down as she rode him. All he could do is grip her hips and try to keep up.
"Oh, Botan, yes! Oh, oh, Botan, move those hips girl, faster, faster, oh, fuck, make me come, damn girl...ummmmm…." he gripped her hips hard.
"Oh, oh Koenma…" she breathed. "You like this, you like me on top riding you like a bad girl don't you?" she taunted, knowing she was close to climax.
"Oh yes, you know I love it! Are you coming, Botan, I know you are, come for me, my little naughty girl, I know you are…I feel it!"
"Ohhhh KOENMA!" she screamed, as she burst into convulsions. Feeling her body quiver and watching her face twisted in pleasure sent him shouting to his own orgasm.
"OHHHHH FUCK! BOTAN!"
Botan collapsed on top of her husband, both of them panting furiously.
"You're making me behave much undignified," he accused when he had caught his breath. "With the lewd mouth and coarse language of a common sailor."
"I hope you're not looking for an apology," she said. "'Cause I'm not gonna."
"You're incorrigible."
"So you've told me."
Duty demanded that they venture out of their little love nest for a few hours that day and the next to attend to business. But rest assured, they christened every room in Koenma's place that weekend, and experimented with some new positions, but found their favorite to be Botan on top. Koenma's language grew coarser by the hour as he naughty little wife rode and sucked him to orgasm after orgasm.
The days leading up to the meeting seemed to fly by. The ogres couldn't help but notice their master's unusually good mood, and whispers began that Botan had something to do with it. Botan, for her part, walked around with a most serene smile of satisfaction on her face, not allowing Choko's jabs spoil her good mood.
Wednesday arrived. Koenma and his father were summoned before the council. Koenma, ever prepared, already had his wife send for his team, along with Shizuru. Keiko showed up as well.
"I don't remember summoning your wife, Yusuke."
"Yeah, well when you called for Shizuru she insisted that she come too."
"Very well."
Yusuke eyed him suspiciously. "You seem to be in a very good mood. Must have taken my advice."
Koenma ducked his head and placed his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. Yusuke missed none of it.
"You did, didn't you? Finally! You lucky dog!"
"Keep it down, would you? And I didn't say that!"
"Yeah, whatever you say. So when's this Lord what's his name gonna show?"
"He's probably here already."
"He'd better take our advice."
"I wouldn't count on it"
"What? Why not?" Kuwabara asked.
"Fool. He's not going to tell the truth just because we paid him a visit," Hiei said, annoyed.
"But we gave him a good scare," Kuwabara observed.
"All the more reason for him to lie," Kurama said. "He might even claim that we threatened him. Which is why Hiei and I took precautions," Kurama stated.
"What kind of precautions?" Yusuke asked.
"Well, neither his daughter nor any of his servants will even remember us thanks to the Jagan," Kurama answered. "And I altered the surveillance videos."
"How did you do that?" Kuwabara asked. "And when?"
"Never mind that. That with the information I have obtained on his daughter gives us all we need to make our case. If they still don't rule in our favor, then we pull out our ace in the hole."
"What ace in the hole?" Hiei asked eyeing Koenma suspiciously. Koenma shot Kurama a glance. Kurama nodded.
"What are you two up to?" Hiei asked eyeing narrowing his eyes at Kurama as if he might puzzle this mystery out. "Is that why Kazuma's sister is here?"
"Yes," Koenma replied.
"Alright, what the hell is going on here?" Yusuke demanded.
"You will find out soon enough."
Before he could press Koenma any further, an ogre appeared and bowed. "Lord Koenma, the council is ready for you all."
"Here goes," Koenma muttered.
Oh Boy! The sh!t is about to hit the fan! What will the council say? Is Koenma prepared to defend his decision? Find out as The Courtship continues!
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