"Ravishment"
Watanuki languidly reclined in the seat of his earthy throne. With his kiseru pipe in hand he resembled Yuuko so wholly in that moment it was as if it had always been so. Plumes of blue smoke and strings of dusky pink incense intermingled in the closed space of his domain; smoke and heat like that would make anyone languid. Sweat rolled down his body in cooling trickles. The place was an incubator. Small butterflies of every sort hovered around in groups like little bursts of living colour.
Still, despite his apparent apathy, Watanuki sensed the hackles of his spiritual plain rise and tremble as someone entered his kingdom. An enemy. A threat.
Darkness spread across everything like spilt ink and the butterflies surrounding Watanuki scattered. He sighed, setting the kiseru down and gathering up the many colourful layers of his grand kimono.
"Right on time." he muttered, standing and gliding down the few steps from his throne to meet the darkness as it engulfed his world.
Since becoming the Monarch, Watanuki's mind had been blown open to the possibilities and capabilities of his previously repressed spiritual power. He was intimately connected to every one of his kinsmen, acutely aware of the fluxes in his particular veil and with all that knowledge and awareness came a sense of calm and control.
The stabbing click of high heels echoed out from the shadows and from it emerged Jorugumo: The Spider Queen.
"We meet again," she purred, voice sweet and heavy. "though not under expected circumstances."
"Indeed." Watanuki smiled and greeted her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"What else?" She pursed her juicy red lips into a childish pout. "I am here to slake my thirst for butterfly blood."
"Of course." Watanuki smiled apologetically. "I'm afraid it doesn't sound like much fun for me though."
She regarded him warily, in her memory Watanuki was passionate and weak not cool and coy.
"You're not cute anymore." she observed, her eyes narrowing into predatory slits.
"How mean." Watanuki grimaced.
There came a ripping sound as several sets of spiny legs erupted from Jorogumo's back. Then she pounced, pinning Watanuki to the floor. Her eyes were mad black pits and fangs rested in the full flesh of her lips. She hissed as her mouth opened in hunger, regarding the trapped butterfly beneath her.
She used one of her spiny legs to scrape a point down his hind wings.
"Did you know," she cooed. "male monarchs have a black spot on each of their hind wings which hides a vein..."
Watanuki tensed as the point of her needle like leg rested on the vulnerable bump of vein.
"If you move, I will burst it and you will die very quickly."
Watanuki stared up at her with an unreadable expression.
"This is the natural order of things." she said, hands sliding across Watanuki's bare torso. He didn't struggle though, merely stared up at her unaffected. "The last Monarch begged me to spare him, what will you do?"
"I haven't decided yet." Watanuki smiled, his bi-colour eyes glinting mischievously.
Unnerved by his attitude Jorogumo lowered her voluptuous body down onto the svelte seer, bringing her mouth down to kiss at his neck and chest. Her lips were velveteen and talented, the threat of her fangs were exciting.
Watanuki let out a soft moan. "This...This is more fun for me..."
Jorogumo spread wide his already loose kimono and grasped his flesh with her hungry clawed hands. She explored him more with her mouth, licking and sucking, teasing and biting. She came for blood but Watanuki's flesh was almost as delicious. His skin was dewy and sweet, it blushed under her tongue and became hot around her fangs.
Watanuki threw back his head and let out a long and erotic moan. No fear was present in his pleasure drenched expression to suggest he were at all opposed to being eaten.
"Aaahh...!"
His hand reached out, grasping around in the darkness.
Jorogumo's expression became more animalistic and monstrous, she hissed and her fangs grew sharp and her pupils dilated. Unable to deny herself a meal any longer, she was about to take her first bite of tender butterfly flesh...
Watanuki's travelling hand sought out what he wanted. He grasped a prickly vine and pulled sharply. From the ground around him huge spikes shot up to skewer the body of Jorogumo.
She lurched, immobilised in horror at the many thorny intrusions to her body.
"...I-Impossible...!"
Watanuki smiled up at her, quietly evil.
Blood was slowly trickling down from the spikes impaling Jorogumo. She could only stare blankly as they pushed through her more, raising her high enough above the seer for him to extract himself from beneath her. As soon as he was free the spikes retracted back into the ground and left Jorogumo in a bloody heap on the floor.
"Tch'! What a mess." Watanuki commented.
More footsteps came from the receding darkness as Doumeki emerged, guarded by two sets of bright flapping butterflies. He had witnessed most of the risqué performance and stood with his eyes wide open and his jaw slack with horror.
This was not the Watanuki he knew.
He stood and watched with apprehension as the King of Butterflies approached, grinning, corrupt, and powerful.
He was dressed extravagantly in an orange kimono which was whorled and scored with intricate black designs, moons and stars, spikes and spires. A second, thinner, astonishingly white kimono was peaking out from under it. His piercing blue and yellow eyes were half hidden behind half moon glasses which has some tiny jewels hanging from them, beads of citron, obsidian, and amber.
And of course his huge butterfly wings bearing the Monarch pattern loomed behind him like four huge fans. They made his shape imposing and glorious. A true Monarch, a beautiful King.
Some of Jorogumo's blood had flicked onto his face as she was impaled, and coyly Watanuki took it with his thumb and licked it clean...it was then Doumeki noticed the black ring wrapped tightly around Watanuki's throat.
"Happy Halloween, Doumeki-Kun." said Watanuki, his mouth splitting into a devilish smirk. "Care to play?"