Hey guys.

If I do have any readers or followers on this story, I'm sorry for the late update. Been busy with work and stuff.

The other reason is I'm working on the climax of this story, what with battles, heartbreak and bloodshed. I've been trying to create characters and plot lines.

The next few chapters are graphic and contain explicit content. Disclaimers in profile.

Chapter Nineteen

"Can I kiss you?"

He could feel her shaking beneath him. She had a heavy blush across her face, eyes averted away from him. Her hands were still pinned above her head.

"Yuzuki, answer me," he said. "If you don't respond I'm going to do it anyway." She glanced at him only briefly as he leaned in closer to her. "I've thought about this before, you know. Holding you underneath me, with that adorable girl's blush on your face." His lips were an inch from her own. She clenched her eyes shut. "I never thought that my fantasy would become real, that I would actually know what these lips would taste like."

"K-Kurama…"

He captured her mouth roughly, feeling her groan. Their tongues clashed and his focus wavered. His need only grew.

He pulled away from her and grabbed her chin. "Look at me, Yuzuki." Her eyes were clouded with thought. She'd never been kissed like that before. Never felt such a primal need. "Your mouth tastes so good, Yuzuki." He smirked. "I can't wait to taste the rest of you."

He grabbed her face and raised her head up, leaning down to her bare throat. "Kura-ah!" She couldn't finish, as Kurama ran his thick tongue up her neck. "Kurama- please let my arms go…"

She looked down to see green, lustful eyes staring darkly back at her. "Are you going to try to run away from me?"

She shook her head slightly, and he raised above her. "I don't know," he said. "I think I like you all tied up."

Fear flashed into her eyes once more. "No," she pleaded. "Please do not tie me up, Kurama."

One of his crimson brows raised. "Alright, Yuzuki, I won't if you don't want me to." He kissed her forehead. "But if you run away, you'll leave me no choice."

She nodded in understanding, and he gently, slowly let go of her. When she didn't move, he smirked. "At least now I can touch you with both hands." He put his hands behind her shoulders and kissed her hard.

The heat Yuzuki felt in her body was almost unbearable. Kurama lying above her naked body did not help her. She wanted release, and she wanted Kurama to give it to her.

He leaned down to nibble at her neck, one hand closing around the top of her throat once more. She groaned, moving her hands to his head to run her fingers through his long hair. "Kurama… why…?"

He stopped only briefly before inhaling the scent of her skin. "You smell like vanilla," he said. "Your skin is soft, your eyes are like the sun." He ran his hand down her bare stomach. "Not to mention your beauty. And your mind. It's so very fragile. Somehow that appeals to me. And god, Yuzuki, your soul." He licked her jaw. "You're wise, and so very kind. Honestly you're so pure that I'm not surprised everyone is trying to break down your door."

He kissed her lips again, almost groaning himself. "Don't deny me, Yuzuki. If nothing else, I only want you to be mine for only this time."

Kurama began to move down Yuzuki's neck, stopping to suckle at her collarbone. He grabbed one of her hands by the wrist before sitting upright. He placed her hand on his member, which was bulging so much it hurt. "Don't you like how you make me feel, Yuzuki?" he asked her. "You cannot tell me that you aren't excited by such a thing."

She looked so embarrassed. He looked down at her bare womanhood, that neatly tripped blue-silver pubic hair drove him crazy.

Yuzuki gasped as she was suddenly picked up by her hips, being spun around and dropped into Kurama's lap. The tent in his pants was before her, rubbing against her most private parts.

"I'll bet you want it, right?" he asked, and reached under her arms to grab her breasts tightly. "Just barely a handful. I love it."

Her blush grew deeper. "Kurama, please do not mock me."

"I'm not mocking; I'm telling the truth. Now go ahead. Unbutton the pants for me."

She did as she was told, watching Kurama's manhood spring forth. Her eyes widened slightly.

He tweaked her nipples, making her moan in surprise. "You can touch it, you know," he whispered in her ear. "I certainly do not mind."

"N-no…"

"Oh, come on, Yuzuki." He moved his hips upward. Her body moved with him, his erection bumping her clit. He chuckled again as she inhaled sharply, continuing to massage her breasts. "Help me help you. You're not the only one in need of release."

Cautiously she wrapped one small hand around his shaft. "Now," he continued, "I need you to grind against my cock while you stroke it." He heard her gulp and his smirk only grew, although she could not see it. "When I move, you move." He pinched her nipples again. "I'll keep playing with the rest of you as well.

He moved his hips upward, and she moved with him almost perfectly, moaning softly as her clit grinded almost blissfully against him.

"God, you're so wet," he remarked. "I'm glad that you're enjoying me."

He moved again and again, creating a slow and steady rhythm with her. As this went on he squeezed and fondled her breasts. Nibbled, licked, and kissed her neck.

She was shivering from physical overload. She hadn't even touched herself for hundreds of years. Pleasure like this was so unfamiliar to her now.

And the ache in her body was beginning to really hurt. She needed this. A wound-up spring in her stomach was too tight. She wasn't going to last long. Even these small ministrations.

One hand moved to Yuzuki's face. "Are you crying?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"I know you're holding back." He kissed her shoulder. "I don't want you to. Are you crying because you are hurting?"

"I… I can't… h-handle it…"

"Oh, Yuzuki." He sped up slightly. "Don't worry. I'll still turn your tears to roses, you know."

She almost froze. "W-what?" she asked.

"I recall having a dream and I told you that," he answered. "Sorry. Shouldn't say such nonsense."

"A-Ahhh…" Quickly she clamped her mouth shut. She couldn't let him know, or let him hear.

He grabbed her jaw again, moving faster. "Tell me the truth," he whispered. "Do you want me?"

She didn't reply. Kurama grabbed her hips and quickened his pace, grinding her womanhood on his member at a greater speed. "Answer, Yuzuki."

God, she wasn't sure she could handle this any longer.

"Yuzuki."

She loved the way he said her name.

"Come on," he purred. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," she moaned. She was losing control.

Kurama pulled her closer. "Say it," he commanded.

"I… I want you, K-Kurama…" She then moaned in pleasure. He did feel so very good against her.

He chuckled in her ear, making it twitch. "Let go, Yuzuki," he whispered. "Let go. We both know you're mine for the taking."

Yuzuki began to moan uncontrollably, grinding harder. "Kurama…"

"Mmm, I love it when you say my name."

"I… I am going to…"

"Yes, that's it, Yuzuki. Come for me." He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him. His free hand slid down to pinch her clit hard before moving two fingers in a firm, circular motion. "Say my name again."

She continued to stroke him. God, she felt so good. Especially at such a speed. "Kurama…"

"That's it. Again."

Her insides clenched. "Kurama…" She couldn't hold it back any longer. "K… Ha… haaah!"

"Come, Yuzuki."

Her whole body shivered and tensed, and she felt the spring break. "Ahh…! Kurama…!"

He only groaned softly as he came as well, his seed splashing onto the female yoko's belly. She collapsed against him, limbs like jelly. It had been more than a few centuries since she'd had an orgasm. She almost felt like a maiden again, pure from physical pleasures.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Y-Yes…" Her reply had barely been a whisper.

He once again turned her around, laying her down gently. He kissed her forehead again. "Get what rest you can before it kicks in again," he said quietly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are you leaving?" she asked. Her body was tingling. She was relaxed.

"Do you want me to stay?"

She merely nodded, reaching down to pull the blanket back over her nude form. He got under it with her, lying on his back and closing his eyes. "I suppose that's alright," he continued. "How will I sneak back to my own room when my food is delivered?"

"We will figure it out," she answered. "Thank you for staying."

Before he could reply, she had rolled over and put her head on his chest. She gingerly wrapped an arm around his waist. "We should try to rest," she said. "I hope that you do not mind."

"Not at all," he said. "Try and get some sleep, Yuzuki."

"Good night, Kurama."

"Good night, Yuzuki."