Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Craving ❯ Part Four ( Chapter 4 )

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Crimson Craving 4 v. 2

Mrs. Rusalki

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'What the hell…' Kougaiji thought but was unable to finish it because she moved towards the edge of the platform in a way that made him shudder involuntarily.

Her smile hinted something gentler than the beast that she really was or the beast Kougaiji perceived her to be. She descended the straight staircase, one of the few things that weren't as sinuous as the current resident of the chamber. She stopped a good three feet away from him. "Necessities are necessities, Kougaiji…"

He looked up at her face, one that held an expression that eluded him. This arrangement of her facial and bodily features was utterly new. The sparkle in her eyes… the curve of her lips… the angle in which her hip was jutting at… they might all be hinting at her new plan, a new monster summoned from the deepest abyss of Doctor Ni's mind to swallow Kougaiji whole.

'That's absurd! She still needs me to fetch the evil sutra!' But another thought countered that. 'For the time being at least… and at your limited knowledge…' He tried to convince himself that there was just no way in heaven or hell that she or her own party of youkai could've procured the evil sutra from Sanzou without Kougaiji's knowledge.

The obvious pains of consideration on his face gave him away.

"This is not a business venture. Matters of a more personal nature have come at hand and have necessitated me to carry out such steps… sending Yaone on a critical mission being one of them."

Now this was weird. Had the empress just spoken to him in a clearly genial tone? The shift from her annoyed countenance in his entrance to this concerned, almost repentant speech was a mystery to him.

Kougaiji took a deep breath as if he were preparing for a running jump. "As you've mentioned, what do you require of me to reveal Yaone's whereabouts?" He was bound to do this sooner or later. If he didn't, he'd pay for it in the future.

She closed her eyes for a while and stroked one of the strands of hair that fell to her side and ended with dim sums, a nice touch from the book of seduction. "Do not rush me for I will tell," she said and murmured the following sentence: "There is a dire need for your manual service to sate some natural desires…" She didn't make any direct referrals to herself for obvious reasons.

He was sufficiently touched, up to some standards at least. And to the rest, his ability for sound calculations was inundated by this… illicit flattery. He had thought about it several times. The empress' need for such services and the absence of it was at best, incredible and therefore it was simply logical for him to think that Doctor Ni supplied those services to her. It was perfectly fitting for their odd relationship and even with Doctor Ni's genius, Kougaiji doubted that he could devise a way for Gyuumao and Gyokumen Koushou to retain a remotely sexual relationship. Some things were just too good to be true.

"Your choice in this matter is of the utmost importance, Kougaiji. I need an answer."

And she was making it look as if he had a choice! Chances were that she was only setting some elaborate trap for him or she just wanted to embarrass him for assuming fantastic ideas.

So to feign innocence (which he hardly believed that she would fall for), he asked the customary harmless question: "What do you mean?"

She laughed a shrill laugh that seemed to border between ridicule and frivolous schoolgirl excitement. Was she even capable of such emotion? "How predictable you are, stepson! Of course your assumption is correct and if it comforts you, I'm not in the mood to play mind games right now. I have to put my needs before that enjoyable interest."

Kougaiji scratched the back of his neck and proceeded to ruffle his auburn hair from back to front. She smirked as he did so. "You want me to lay with you?" he asked artlessly.

"Since you put it so bluntly, yes. You're lucky a woman in need wishes no flourish in words," she answered. Her ki now was brimming with seduction, making every available outlet to spew her message. She traced her neck from her throat with a long-nailed finger down to the curve of her generous cleavage and then flicked the edge of her kimono like a rubber band. Little was further revealed but that didn't disappoint him in the least. Answering an invitation for a night of sex with his stepmother was not really a commonplace occurrence for him.

Understatement of the century, wasn't it? He was beyond disgusted for that horrendously perverted suggestion. If Gyokumen was being true to him and since she most definitely had her fingers wrung around his neck, then there was only one way out…

What would he tell Lirin? He could almost picture her asking what he did in her mother's private chambers with a silly and infinitely innocent smile on her face.

And then he would answer: "Oh I just screwed your mother while our father's sleeping! Ain't that grand?"

Back to the present… "Why does it have to be me?" He would have liked to continue and say "There are many youkai who'd want a taste of Gyuumao's concubine. Unfortunately, I'm not one of them."

But that would be severely inappropriate not to mention, dangerous so he held his tongue in check.

She laughed again but this time more demurely. Her hand covered her mouth. "Doesn't it make sense to desire the person who is most like my husband?"

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"Tao Yung!" she called once and the sound of clinking chains were heard. She ran to the side to avoid the drawbridge that was aligned with her head. A strange being from an obviously different youkai breed greeted her from underneath the stone fortifications or buildings where the recess for the gate was. The morning had been awake for two hours already.

"We have been expecting you, Yaone-san," he said. There was no menacing quality in his voice which befitted his appearance. His skin was a natural brown and his dark hair was arranged in numerous plaits that were all directed to one side of his head and ended just below his shoulder.

Yaone blinked once in confusion. "You were expecting me?"

"Why of course! We never let random visitors here unless it was directed by an ally and Gyokumen Koushou-sama is one." He walked towards her and extended a hand. "By the way, my name is Hayel and I'm the main helper of this household."

She shook his hand, appearing less enthused than expected. "Then Tao Yung-"

"Tao Yung is my master and he's also expecting you, naturally."

Yaone let herself be led to the Master Tao Yung's chamber. Surprisingly, the stench outside was no longer a part of the location. A main structure with a rectilinear plan stood in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by structures of less size and importance. They were interconnected with long galleries supported by ornately carved trusses. It was definitive aristocratic Chinese with its red roofs and intricate geometric designs. Hayel carried the bag she brought along for her.

They stopped in front of a separate building that was at the back of the main one.

"This is the master's chamber. He's already awake and is ready to meet you. I'll just leave your baggage to your room which is the one in the far west. Good day."

Yaone wondered to herself what could be the empress' plan for her. It was puzzling to find herself alive and inside the destined venue. She was even being treated as a guest! Whatever it was, she couldn't let her guard down for her talk with the master may be the defining moment of her mission.

She raised her hand to knock when a deep and raspy voice bade her to come in. She did as she was told and opened the door. She took a few steps forward, cautiously training her eyes to the floor with due respect to her superior. "I have come to serve, Tao Yung-sama," she said and kneeled on the floor.

"What has the nefarious bitch sent me this time?" he asked with unbidden distaste. "Let me see your face, woman."

Shaken by the unfeeling remark that referred to her and the empress, she complied before the command was made for she was curious to see someone talk freely about Gyokumen Koushou that way.

To say that she was surprised at the man's appearance was like saying Kylie Minogue was a passable girl.

There he was, sitting on a high-backed chair with his tousled sea green hair and bare chest. A small satin blanket was placed across his legs. His scruffy look, if possible heightened his exquisite features by contrast.

He looked like the empress herself only with an air of undeniable masculinity and pending power. Therefore, it was safe to say that he was beautiful in an intimidating sort of way. "Acceptable but obviously owned by another…" he said as if he were examining a fungus specimen. "Who is he?"

She flinched visibly. Was she that obvious? "I-uh, Kougaiji-sama was the master I left behind," she stammered.

"Honest too," he observed audibly. "You must be valuable to his party, ne?" His tone at this last comment softened slightly and it reminded her of the way Gyokumen Koushou talked whenever she felt the urge to mock Kougaiji.

And again, she was forced to say the only correct answer to this assessing question. "I am not in the place to know, master."

He shifted in his seat and supported his upper body by propping his elbow on the arm rest. He smiled too. "Good, the place up there isn't empty," he said and pointed at her head. "I suppose you'll be able to understand what I require you to do."

"I shall do my best," she said, sounding more and more servile with each turn of the conversation.

He raised a fine eyebrow that signaled appeasement. "Very well, I will go straight to the point." He straightened his sitting position. "I am from an old and dwindling noble family and I have not produced any heir to continue the bloodline. I was informed that you are a gifted pharmacist who has carried the old traditions. You may be able to provide a solution to my state that modern scientists like that idiot Doctor Ni couldn't give. Do you follow so far?"

"Mostly yes but I have not been made aware of your dilemma."

"I will come to that, just you wait. There are consequences that you should know. This is a guarded residence and no one who has learned of this place's secrets has stepped over that gate alive. There are some exceptions and you will only be granted with such exception in two ways. First, if you cure me, you're free to go and second in case you fail, you are to become my next mistress or else we'll prepare the noose."

"What of your dilemma, master?"

He snorted at the question. "This dirty business is quite inescapable," he said shaking his head to show that he regretted having to explain it. He stood up and removed the blanket from his legs.

Yaone couldn't help but produce a yelp but Tao Yung didn't reprimand her. In fact, he didn't seem surprised at all with her reaction. It must have been a normal one judging by his standards.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," she stammered again, finding only a few words at her disposal. She looked at the floor at her side while he rewrapped the blanket about his waist. The coloration on her cheeks was enough to draw a pleased smile from him.

"Thirty-seven concubines have died in that bed to complete their tasks," he said and gestured towards the four-poster bed. "Five have died for refusing to do so."

If Yaone had only taken her time to count the Imari that lined the interior walls of Tao Yung's living chamber, she'd have forty-two Imari jars that symbolized every woman he had owned.

"But what happens to their bodies? Surely you must find some way to dispose of them!" She tried to keep her voice low but this information was just too daunting to keep a decent composure.

"Of course! After Doctor Ni has finished with them, he sends them off to traveling youkai armies disguised as rations. They never complain even if they can smell it, after all, it is still food."

That one sent her aquiver. Yaone knew she was asking too many questions but the last one, she just couldn't push away. "What is Doctor Ni's part in this?"

"Ah, I knew you'd ask that!" he said amusedly. "Let's just say he's the one responsible for the rich grove beyond the southern walls of this residence…"

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There were many sounds that were drowned by the lure of sleep that night. For the two men who had previously enjoyed the privacy of the bathroom, it was a blessing that many preferred to sleep rather than disturb their private affairs by knocking down their door.

They weren't exactly behaving as one should during nighttime when everyone was asleep.

Goku and Hakkai stayed in the other room as Gojyo requested. He of all people knew what Sanzou needed and although, this knowledge might not have escaped Hakkai, Gojyo made no move to inform him… not while Goku's around and not until Gojyo finds a reason to shame the monk further. His state was bad enough as it was without having his well-guarded reputation as an independent individual getting tarnished. It took a lot of effort from Gojyo's part to hold his laughter down whenever he thinks of what Sanzou's reaction would be once he becomes his normal self again…

'Sanzou-sama's wrath is a phenomenon that could match natural disasters…' He smirked at that. 'But I ain't the one to blame…'

"Oyasumi-nasai Sanzou-sama…" he said in his characteristically low voice while standing beside the monk's bed. He released the other's wrist and was about to patter off to his own bed with nothing but a pair of briefs on when all of a sudden, a cold grip locked onto the back of his upper arm in the semi-darkness. The monk who was only garbed with spade-patterned boxers further tightened his grip on his arm… tightened it enough to hurt.

Gojyo shook his arm briskly but Sanzou was a steadfast clergyman and the redhead who was still under a bit of restraint borne of consideration was unable to let himself off.

"Let me go," he tried to order but was only successful in making a reluctant-sounding request. Kami knew how curious he was about-or better yet, how much he desired-putting those wonderful scenes in action. He gave the monk a backward glance.

And instantly wished he didn't. The meager light from the moon that filtered through the window allowed Gojyo to see the seemingly possessed expression of Sanzou's face. His head was hanging in a lopsided angle that stretched a part of his creamy neck. However, the generous amount of skin displayed couldn't tear Gojyo's eyes away from the way the monk's brows furrowed or the way he licked his lips in an attempt to tease.

Gojyo turned around to face him and was released from the viselike grip. "Believe me, it's not what you want, Sanzou-sama… that is, if you really are Sanzou-sama."

The monk's only response was a stretch of his maddeningly desirable neck and an ala Lara Croft pout of the lips that developed into a lopsided grin.

He inhaled sharply, covered his face with his hands and drove them upwards to his red hair. "It's not fair," he murmured. "You tease." And because he was fixated on Sanzou's seductive grin, he didn't see the hand with the speed and precision of a viper make a grab for his groin. A lust-provoking squeeze registered immediately and out of reflex repeatedly put through acid tests, he emitted a low moan of pleasure…

'Are monks' hands this practiced?'

"My bed, now…" commanded Sanzou. His hand snaked its way inside Gojyo's underwear and took the rapidly hardening shaft like a mother would take a child's hand to guide him in a public place.

Gojyo immediately found an answer to his question: 'Oh yes they are…' The guiding hand gave him no other choice but to follow… still like a stubborn child in a public place.

Without releasing his grip on Gojyo's shaft, he swung around to Gojyo's back and purposefully dropped forward on the bed. Having the redhead trapped beneath him in a spoon position gave him the advantage. Besides, there was little or perhaps no resistance coming from the habitual seme and if there was, wouldn't it just make things spicier?

An exceptionally talented hand removed the brief from Gojyo's body with a rate that could shame Lirin's meat-bun-thieving ones.

By then, Gojyo was already breathing heavily from surprise, fear and excitement. His chest was flattened against the mattress preventing him from recovering his loss of breath. He felt something tease his butt cheeks apart before a slender anatomical member pushed its entire length inside his asshole.

"Oi Sanzou, this ass is strictly for window-shoppers. It's just for marketing, ahou!" Gojyo cried when the full realization plus the vivid mental picture hit him. The cry became a pointless attempt in his case because of Sanzou's current unforgiving and self-satisfying attitude.

He felt the digit pull out only to be replaced by two digits that naturally elicited a moan from the now squirming redhead.

"D-dame da, Sanzo~ou…"

A mean gleam in Sanzou's eye caught light but was unseen by the redhead. There were certainly enough connotations behind it to give any beholder the chills. It was the turmoil of an enraged soul, starving senses, a tired mind and an equally exhausted body.

For now there was only feral lust that was fueling him to do this to Gojyo. The enraged soul could wait and it seemed of little consequence to let it drift away for the time being because the need for corporal solutions was so strong that it hurt.

And of course a needy body doesn't necessarily bring about the dullness of mind, cruelty perhaps but not stupidity. A case in point was the monk who presently spat copiously into his fingers on his right hand and mercilessly pushed three fingers inside Gojyo's enlarged hole. The redhead howled in pain.

"Yaargh! Shit, why didn't you just push your whole leg up my asshole, you ass-" He was interrupted by a hand that was forced into his mouth that began working its way around his obscenely resistant mouth. Gojyo, after receiving enough motion picture-like directions from Sanzou which he received with his new empathic powers, complied eventually. His hand sufficiently lubricated, Sanzou lathered Gojyo's saliva into his long-suffering cock, his movements methodical and detached.

He positioned himself on top of Gojyo comfortably and gently lifted Gojyo's hip to have a decent angle for the target. One ruthless thrust and the redhead's ass could rightly be called 'Sanzou houshi-sama's eel's cavern'. It was a territorial mark and no man in Gojyo's past had been worthy enough to be allowed entrance.

Gojyo who was not accustomed to being uke made all sorts of noises, from pleading to stop to screeching for more. At some point in the continuing mayhem, Sanzou's skilled hand caught Gojyo's rig and proceeded to jerk it off. One had to give credit to the monk's motor skills because he was able to thrust his cock inside Gojyo's body in a single rhythm and jack Gojyo off in another uniform rhythm.

Gojyo came before Sanzou causing the former to stiffen and contract his butt muscles which in turn resulted into the latter's release while inside the other's body.

The monk slumped against Gojyo but no images were transferred to the redhead. Only a feeling of contentment seeped warmly into his being.

There were a few minutes for recovery. Sanzou turned the prone redhead over so that they were facing each other. The blond monk slid down lower in a manner that reminded Gojyo of a crouching wild cat ready to pounce on his prey. He went down enough to be able to face Gojyo's spent shaft and fumbled with its other components. He licked the shaft first in an upward motion and teased it into a remarkable erection. When it was fully erect, he let his lower teeth grind against its underside.

Gojyo panted heavily with the monk's silent but deadly effective ministrations. "Ore, ore wa…" he moaned helplessly. He knew he had to stop this shit sometime but it seemed like the most impossible thing to do. Screw the real Sanzou's wrath…

Gojyo loved the fact that Sanzou was going down on him right now and it was… for lack of a better word, blissful. He couldn't figure out why Sanzou decided to please him all of a sudden. Wasn't Sanzou supposed to be in a horny-animal state that involved his and only his appeasement? No matter, Gojyo just wanted to reach that sickly beautiful peak again.

Sanzou stroked and sucked. The latter was reserved especially for the tip of Gojyo's cock that already sported a white, thick cap and the former for the well-practiced shaft of his. In two minutes, Gojyo ejaculated profuse amounts of semen that the monk alternately swallowed and worked over the shaft to lubricate it.

Gojyo who was almost out of his head with lust didn't immediately take note of Sanzou's purpose for lubricating his shaft. There was a small break in the activity during which a deranged Dr. Jekyll-like Sanzou coaxed his butthole to part to be able to allow Gojyo's formidable size inside his body.

Sanzou gently worked Gojyo's cock to stiffen and with the same remarkable precision he displayed during the role reversal a while back, he sat dutifully on Gojyo's cock, fully sheathing the other inside his virgin ass.

"Sanzou, you don't have to do this…" he said, sounding undecided. "Y-you'll bleed." Those were the last sane words that his mind could produce but they also went unnoticed. Finally, Gojyo penetrated him with significant unease. There came a throaty moan from the monk.

It took him only a few seconds of recovery and just like a tease, Sanzou contracted and eased his butt muscles repeatedly that enveloped Gojyo's cock… an act which drove the redhead to writhe on the bed helplessly and fist his hands in frustration.

Sanzou once again grinned in the dark. The pain and pleasure fed his senses. Two colored sensations located at the far ends of a spectrum and each one was extreme enough to be felt by his anguished body.

Sanzou didn't move outwardly making it even more fascinating to see Gojyo come within the stillness of the other. His back arched off the bed before falling limply against it. He was extremely spent and sweaty.

He'd be darned to not want to take another shower… but he was too exhausted for that.

Sanzou slid himself off Gojyo's sticky rig and placed himself on top of him and fell asleep. His face was nuzzled against Gojyo's neck.

"Oyasumi Sanzou," he whispered softly. "You better have sweet dreams tonight because you know we're gonna share them…"

Little did the redhead know that Sanzou wouldn't be dreaming at all tonight. He was the only one cursed enough for such nightmares. These were the lines that lingered in his sleep:

"The next peak of lust shall prove your worsening disease, Sha Gojyo. And so will the next and the next until you find that you're lost in the thoughts of other beings. This is my curse, beautiful redhead, a progressive revenge that shall teach you a fatal lesson."

TBC

Dame da: Stop or don't do something

A/N: Don't think that everything in this add-on is original material. For gosh' sakes, give me some credit here! I ain't that hentai! Haha! Spot Itchy-san's line! I have changed some events in the original version in order to make the lemon more interesting. It's just my third attempt, the first was doomed to fail and only two (this being the third) exist. I dedicate this to you fellow hentais *ahem*! Thanks very much to blinkie-san for beta-reading and encouraging me every step of the murky way towards Smutyuki utopia ;) It really helped since I squirm visibly at reading my own lemons. Ewww, I can't believe I did it again.

Thanks minna-san!