Soft natural light illuminated the two figures in the middle of the amaryllis field. Though the world was just an illusion it seemed to be the most true thing at the moment, full of detail, and sounds. The wall of trees would rustle with an occasional wind which gently raked through the clusters of flowers surrounding the pair. The sweet scent of the amaryllises hung in the air, only proving Sesshomaru's eye for detail.
Nazoki was flooded with an abundance of sensations, as Sesshomaru roughly traced his lips over her neck. The thrill of knowing he could bite her at any second only heightened the experience. His nails traced down the opposite side of her neck, and served to open her robe as his hand migrated. Lacing a hand through his hair, Nazoki pulled the man to her lips, and he obliged, simultaneously pushing her legs open with his own. The vixen's hands indulged in the curves of his solid muscles as she slipped his two shirts off. Leaning up, Nazoki allowed Sesshomaru to free her of her own yukata, eagerly helping the man.
A light moan parted her lips, as Sesshomaru moved his to her chest. He pushed the crimson, second layer of her clothes open, revealing the upper half of her body. His fangs lightly grazed over her nipples, immediately causing them to harden in response. The man pulled Nazoki's yukata from under her, and she placed a hand to his shoulder; pushing him back. He stood on his knees, as she started to tug at his belt, and soon his pants. The man aided her in removing the garments, and quickly set back to ravishing her body. Her sensitivity only furthered his anticipation, as he removed said second layer.
The lord's tongue danced down her body, and an uncontrollable mew escaped the woman. He was already solid, ready to progress, simply taking his time with her. However, he could not wait much longer. Sesshomaru's eyes held an expression that Nazoki had never seen before. Desire pooled in the melted gold of his irises. Bringing his lips back to hers, the man positioned himself. He could feel her warmth on his tip, beckoning him further. As he stroked his length over her entrance, the vixen moaned into his lips. Wondering if it would be less painful if she laid back, the man allowed her tongue to meet his. He would make it as painless as possible, or at least try to. With one firm push, he entered her, causing her to cry out in a pain mixed with a thrilling sense of pleasure that she had never felt before. The lord had groaned, and frowned at the sensation of the woman's untouched resistance.
Sesshomaru paused, providing a moment for her to grow accustomed to the sensation. Her back had immediately arched, and she had leaned against him. The hand in his hair tightened, while the other lightly nudged his right shoulder back. The woman tightly squeezed him, and he willed himself not to move. When Nazoki placed her lips to the man's neck, he knew she was okay. Forcing her to lay back, Sesshomaru placed his palm on the ground. He slowly worked himself into a rhythm, earning loud moans from the vixen. She was overwhelmed with the rush of new sensations, and pulled the lord against herself. He obliged, bringing his lips to hers. One of Nazoki's leg's laced around his, forcing him closer, and signaling that her pain had subsided. Her tone lowered, and Sesshomaru allowed himself to fully indulge in the woman. Not a single warning was offered before he increased his pace. His motions grew rough, earning a renewed cry of pleasure.
A deep groan parted his lips as Nazoki's nails dug into his back, and shoulders. She offered the man her energy to heal, and he eagerly accepted the invitation. The man pulsed inside of her, and she uncontrollably squirmed against him. It was enough to push him closer to his release, yet he maintained himself.
Pushing deeper into the woman, Sesshomaru brought his lips to her neck. Further access was granted, and he relished the gasp, which carried his own name to his ears. On a truly personal level, she had omitted the "Lord" in her blinded state of desire.
"You will be mine…" The man stated, barely able to growl the words. When his teeth scraped her neck, Nazoki pushed him away, trying to sway the man. Ever moving bodies did not prove to make the motion any less difficult and it became apparent that he as loosing himself. Pushing as deep as possible, Sesshomaru grinded against the vixen. To contain himself proved to be a near impossible task, and he felt his beast writhing within him. Nazoki's moans only managed to increase his lust, and with a single motion, he plunged his fangs into her skin. The woman shrieked and tightened around him. Her mind came to a halt, and every muscle in her body seemed to tense as a wave of unmatched pleasure washed over her. Her fear intensified the sensation, and Sesshomaru started to move against her once more.
Raw instinct surged through his body, pumping him with a passion that he did not hesitate to express. The vixen's moans mixed with pants, and he knew she had peaked. All sense of control slipped from the man's body, and he slammed into Nazoki; craving his own release. He slipped his tongue across his mark, before capturing her lips. The knot in his stomach tightened as he felt himself coming to an end. With a single thrust, the deepest yet, he reached his limit. Sesshomaru was overcome with a surge of ecstasy. The man's breath caught as he released into the vixen. She moaned at the feeling of him pulsing inside of her, and firmly pinning her in place with his own body.
When the man's pleasure subsided, he released a deep breath, and rolled next to the panting Vixen. Her blood had covered him, yet easily washed away with the water of the spring he had created. Nazoki was obviously surprised that the liquid worked as real water would, and joined him in washing the crimson away. Once finished the two fell beside one another again. Silence settled over them, only lapsing for an occasional breeze, or satisfied sigh. Minutes passed and Nazoki leaned up. Sesshomaru gazed at her, only to find the woman tracing her fingers over the mark.
"M'lord... You-"
"Address me properly..." The man sighed, cutting her off.
A slight pause ensued, and the vixen wondered what he meant. She nodded, opting to try to gage his reaction to her assumption.
"Se... Sesshomaru..." Shifting her gaze, Nazoki allowed her hand to drop from her neck.
"You marked me..."
The lord didn't offer a response; simply watched her as she moved towards him.
"Remove it..." She commanded, and surprise crossed the man's features for a split second.
"Excuse me?" Sitting up, Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow to her. The vixen, gazed at him, appearing to be truly alarmed.
"We- I know that you would prefer a stronger mate. To claim me... It makes no sense..."
Without warning, Nazoki leaned into him, and connected their lips. Before Sesshomaru could react, she stole his strength, only to return it. By the time he had pulled away, Nazoki was healed. His mark was gone. She had erased his mark. Why would she..? How was such a thing even possible? He knew for a fact that she had never had such a form of intimacy before. Though she could in fact heal her seal, the scent would remain. Her's was untainted. But to be able to heal his claim...
Though it did not show, the lord's heart dropped. His pain was expressed in the form of a scowl, and Nazoki gazed at him apologetically.
"You are not satisfied with this Sesshomaru? Do you expect to find a more powerful or suitable mate?" Like his icy expression, the lord's voice held a bitter bite. Nazoki seemed shocked to hear him ask such a question, and shook her head.
"No, M'lord, that is not it. I just- Most likely there is a more suitable mate for you. I mean not to insult you, and you know I deeply care for you... That being said, I cannot allow you to bind yourself to me... For your own good, M'lord, I must not be selfish. I understand that it was a rushed decision. I heard it in your voice; you did not choose me yourself. I will not be your burden."
The words caused the Sesshomaru's eyes to widen, yet he quickly counteracted the expression. Glaring at Nazoki, he lowered his chin.
"Address me properly." The man repeated, obviously annoyed.
It may have been true selflessness that fueled her decision, but it was refusal no matter how Sesshomaru looked at it. The man grasped his robe, and started to pull his clothes back on. Seeing his anger, Nazoki tried to maintain a slightly cheerful facade. He may have been insulted, but it was nothing compared to her grief. How she wished to keep his mark, and remain with the man... Yet, she had spoken her truth. Every word she had offered was the exact reason as to why she could not allow him to mark her. Sesshomaru was powerful, and stunningly handsome. The man had unmatched charms, even without speaking a single word. He was poised, and graceful. Even the crescent on his forehead, and the stripes of his cheeks seemed too good for her. Though their instincts were to hate one another simply because of their breeds, they had formed an unmatched bond. Not a conventional bond, mind you, but a bond nonetheless.
When Nazoki reached to aid Sesshomaru in tying his belt, he slapped her hands away.
"I, Sesshomaru, am perfectly capable of dressing myself." He sneered, and Nazoki shifted her gaze; slowly retracting her hands. The man's belt tied itself. He really did not need her help. Before she could even move, his shoes rushed to his side, as well as his pants and armor. They stopped at his feet, and the vixen turned away. Without a word, she followed suit; pulling her own clothes over herself. The moment she was covered, Sesshomaru dropped the illusion around them. His anger, or whatever emotion he held seemed to cloud his ability for simple tasks such as that. As a result, the illusion literally cracked. It was an audible sound, and each flower in the field grew brittle. Everything shattered as glass would, before falling into the night of the real surrounding forest.
Not offering a single word or glance, Sesshomaru started away. Nazoki tied her belt around herself, and sank back to the ground. He was so enraged that he did not even express it. Simply left. The woman remained in place, unsure of whether she wanted to move or not.
Minutes passed, And Nazoki willed herself to stand up. The vixen started to aimlessly wander the forest, trying to make sense of Sesshomaru's reaction. It occurred to her that he could have fully intended to mark her, but her reasoning remained the same. He was powerful, and most likely he would find a woman who was equally capable. He had to know she was telling the truth when she spoke; though she was indeed kitsune, she would never betray him. Not even to play a slight trick on him. The entirety of their relationship, whatever that may be, she had remained honest. Sighing loudly, Nazoki wondered if she should try to find Sesshomaru.
As she resolved to catch up with the man, she was tugged to the side before she could even turn in the direction of his scent. A slight squeak of surprise escaped her, only to be cut off.
"Ei- Wh-" A second hand clamped over her mouth before she would protest, and she gazed up at Eiji. He did not appear to be hurt, but a terrified expression was burned into his features.
"Shhh... That man is crazy... We need to leave." Eiji whispered, glancing over their surroundings. The vixen was unable to think of anything but how embarrassing it was to be caught by her friend after such an act. There was no doubt that she smelled like Sesshomaru. Though Nazoki shook her head, and tried to say otherwise, her friend would not hear a word of it. He ushered the vixen to her feet, and started to pull her east.
"We can make it back in two days if we run, maybe less if we fly, come on."
Still shaking her head, Nazoki tried to pull away from the man's grasp.
"Eiji, you don't even know him... What's wrong? What happened?"
"We will talk later, make haste, do not-" The sound of an unsheathing blade caused them to pause, and both kitsunes turned to peer over their shoulders.