InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Heart Within ❯ Chapter Thirty-Two ( Chapter 34 )
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By: YoukaiFate 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.14.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 600 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.14.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 600 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, etc., of Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and not for profit.THE HEART WITHINSummary: She has carried vengeance in her shadowed heart for 500 years, sacrificing her self for that dream. Now, Sango just might get her chance… (IY/YYH crossover) A/N: This is a lemony first for me, in a lot of ways. It probably contains too many demon clichés, but man, do I love those clichés, and this was a helluvalotta fun to write. =P
WARNING! SPOILERS FOR YYH CHAPTER BLACK AND THE THREE KINGS SAGA! LEMON WARNING, LIME ON FFNET, NC, LIGHT BDSM, SPANK, ANAL PLAY AND ORGASMS, LOL! YOU ARE WARNED!
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sango only gave Youko an impatient look. That pithy shit wouldn’t work on her, either. A slow smile curved the fox’s sensual mouth, and straightening, he crossed his arms again. Tilting his head to one side, he looked at her, as if considering what angle to try next. Sango stirred under that frank appraisal, frowning when he didn’t say anything. She was about to speak when he suddenly flung the dagger she’d least expected.
“You think you, a human, could ever be enough for him?”
Her eyes widened, and he smirked, as if he won something from her. Her chest felt tight, and her heart started pounding as she ground her teeth. Disgusted by his spite, she turned away to hide the flash of anger in her eyes, but could not turn away from his next words, which were even more vicious.
“So quick to hate demonkind. Even though you are now one of us. How ironic---a demon slayer with the heart of a wind demon, a Spirit World assassin with the face of an angel. So untouched by the world, and yet so burdened by it. He might have loved you, you know, if he had let himself. Such a tragedy, for would you have even let him?”
“Shut up!” she cried, whirling back around with blood in her eyes as her hands curled into impotent fists, knowing she dare not strike him, lest she hurt Kurama. The anger seethed inside her, and she hated him, then, for the knowing mockery of his cruel smile. His eyes glinted, the gold sparkling as he laughed in delight at how easily he could manipulate her emotions.
Her nails bit so deep into her palms she could feel the trickle of blood as the helpless anger suffused her building aura. She fought it back, trying to rein in her jyaki, scared lest it consume her as it had so many times in the past. Damn Youko for the need for it---he knew just exactly how to get under her skin, and so distracted was she in wrestling her raw emotions back that she didn’t know when or how he’d managed to creep up on her. One moment, he was standing there laughing, and the next he was behind her, one clawed finger turning her head to stare into her shocked gaze with amusement. His other arm snaked about her torso, pinning her arms to her sides in an unbreakable hold as his head bent over hers, the hot look in his half-lidded eyes making Sango struggle to win free.
But his hold was too strong, and even as she tried to jerk her head back, his clawed fingers tightened on her chin, pulling her mouth up to his. He swallowed her outraged protest with his hard kiss, his tongue invading her mouth when she inhaled in shock. She really started to struggle then, and she could feel his sensual lips curving a wicked smile against hers as he ignored her ineffectual struggles and turned her more fully into his embrace.
His sensual lips drank greedily from her mouth as his tongue skillfully dodged her poor attempt to bite him. He growled as his fangs pricked her bottom lip in warning. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he silkily whispered, and then his lips moved over hers again, his tongue lightly laving the small drops of blood away before sliding into her mouth once more, capturing her angry gasp with his wet heat.
Her heart slammed inside her chest, and Sango tried to throw her weight backwards, hoping to surprise him into letting her go. But the strong arm wrapped around her only tightened, picking her right up off her feet as his powerful aura curled over hers, somehow threading through the hot anger and transferring the heat of his desire into the heat of her fury. For a moment, she burned with the overwhelming sensation. But then she felt the traitorous response of her own body as the heat flushed through every single part of her, turning her skin thin as nerves tingled and tiny lightnings roiled inside her belly. She moaned against his hard mouth, her body sagging into his as she felt his fingers rubbing her there, through the hard gathering of her jeans at the apex of her thighs. His skillful touch blew away the last of her weakening resistance as he manipulated the bundle of nerves into a sweet torture that made her buck and cry out against him as the electric sensations built and built.
His lips trailed a line of wet kisses up to her ear, and his hot breath whispered dark promises as he lightly took the lobe between his fangs, nibbling playfully. “Moan for me, Sango, let me hear the sweet cry on your lips. Yes, that’s it, give it to me, little one. I can feel how wet you are just from my lightest touch, your body clenching around me. Imagine when I invade that wet heat with my tongue, drink the honey between your thighs as I lathe every single aching inch of you with my mouth…”
She shuddered, tears gathering in her eyes as her spine arched and she blindly tried to deny it. “No…stop…”
“Stop?” He chuckled darkly, and she sucked in her breath as he licked her ear, his fingers pressing harder, speeding up as she shamelessly rocked her hips into them. “I don’t think you truly want that, do you, Sango?”
He did something, she knew not what, some press of his fingers or flick of his claws, and her world suddenly exploded into a million bits and pieces as the raw orgasm hit her with blinding force. She screamed then, her body bowing beneath the onslaught as his fingers continued to rub her, first gentling and then building again as he rocked her into a second orgasm. He laughed, and his golden eyes glowed as she shook all over, trying to twist away and then trying to press herself closer as he so easily manipulated her body into his plaything.
“So responsive, little one. Gods, you’re delicious,” he whispered other sweet nothings into her ear that she couldn’t even hear as he slowly withdrew his fingers. She slumped in his arms, and his mouth sought hers again, his kiss surprisingly gentle as she felt him pick her up. The room spun, and she didn’t know if it was his overwhelming proximity or the transference as the space tilted around them, twisting and blurring for an instant as he used his powerful jyaki to teleport them from the deserted galleria to rooms faintly familiar---their apartment in the city, though she had never been in Kurama’s bedroom but for a handful of times.
The abrupt realization of where they now were washed away the befuddled fog from her mind, and Sango stiffened. The kitsune tried to distract her with his kiss, but she turned her head away. He growled, red flashing through his golden eyes for a moment before he reasserted his cool control, the yellow deepening in intensity as he abruptly tumbled her back on the bed.
Sango reacted immediately by scooting back on her elbows, prepared to roll over and spring away. But something slithered over her wrist, jerking tight as she reflexively tugged. She stared at the green vine in surprise but quickly slid the sword from her belt to cut herself free. The vine withered as it fell away, and Youko laughed. She whirled to face him, the sharper edge of her blade facing him as she gripped it hard in both hands.
“You’re despicable, fox,” she spat, the anger glittering in her dark eyes as she let the fury gather.
“And you’re utterly delightful,” he purred, his eyes going down to her chest, which heaved in her anger.
“I despise you,” she snarled, furious with his mocking smile.
“And that makes me all the more determined, little one.” His eyes glowed beneath the thick fall of his silver bangs, and he held out his palm, as if he would take her hand. Sango flinched to the right, where the door lay, but she was too late. His open fingers swiftly closed into a strange fist, and suddenly both of her elbows were caught in a snaking flurry of thick vines. The cool stems slithered over her lower arms to twine over her wrists even as she ineffectually tried to slice through them. She cried out, dropping her sword to the floor with a clatter as the pressure around her wrists tightened. Her bound hands were swiftly forced together and drawn up over her head. She tried to twist free as they dragged her back over the bed, but only ended up flat on her face. She braced her bent knees hard against the edge of the mattress, jerking back and flexing her thighs to halt the forward movement, but she felt a tickle at her sneakers. It was her only warning before more vines slithered around her ankles and pulled her legs apart.
The vines around her wrists tightened and jerked her forward. She fell to the bed with a muffled cry, and trembled at the helplessness of her prone position as claws lightly drew a path down the arch of her spine. She felt Youko’s long hair brush her arm as he dipped his lips to kiss her softly on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, little one, but you were just not cooperating.”
“Let me go!” Sango tried to keep the desperation and fear from her voice as she glared at him over her shoulder.
He gave her a thoughtful look, as if really thinking about it. He even propped his head on one hand and tapped a finger on his lips. His eyes suddenly darkened, and then he smirked.
“No.”
“You bastard,” she hissed, and summoned her jyaki to hurl it at him. She’d fry these damn vines right off her---she didn’t care if she burned herself in the effort---and then she would kill him for this humiliation.
“You never learn, do you, little one?” His eyes glowed even more golden, and he traced a claw down her cheek. Sango’s eyes bled and she growled. He chuckled, and negligently waved a hand. A cloud of pollen suddenly puffed around them as a small pod burst open, and Sango coughed, turning her head into her shoulder. She tried to shake the motes off of her as an overwhelmingly sweet aroma filled her nose. She stiffened, for suddenly she couldn’t feel her jyaki, not at all, and she started trembling in real fear.
“Don’t worry,” Youko whispered, his claws running through her hair, pulling the ponytail tie from the thick length as he let the silky strands fall through his fingers. “It’s still there, the pollen only hides it, temporarily dulling your sensitivity to energies.”
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, hating the light caress of his claws through her hair.
He only smiled. “You know so little about demons, taiji-ya, even for one who knows so much. At first it was jut a game, to see how far I could push you. But you challenged me, a stronger male and animal spirit. You should know better than that, slayer.”
Sango stilled, frightened by the silky mockery in his voice. Male youkai in general were dominant by nature, but none more so than the animal-oriented apparitions. For a lesser female to challenge one in a sexual situation was foolish, for it only sparked their more bestial natures. Ice curled down her spine, and she hated herself for the weakness as she whispered, “Don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry for the necessity,” he strangely said, and his claws gently drew the overgrown, chin-length side-lock back behind her ear as she turned her head away in anger. His lips softly kissed her shoulder in what she thought was a mockery of apology, and her bound hands tightened into angry fists as she refused to give him the satisfaction.
He abruptly slipped from the bed, and she tilted her head, trying to track his movements as he stalked around the end and disappeared. He was suddenly behind her, his claws smoothing down her arched spine and over her raised backside as he pressed himself between her splayed thighs. She tried to move away, but he followed her.
“You’ve attained the proper position of submission so easily, taiji-ya,” he lightly mocked as his claws cupped her bottom. “You have a delicious ass. I do like a good ass, on men and women.” His claws suddenly pricked through the rough nap of her jeans, and she jumped. He chuckled, and swatted her playfully. Sango stiffened in mortification, and his hand smoothed over the offended spot with light circles.
“So responsive,” he said, “it’s almost a shame…”
A shame? Not for him, that was certain. She hated him then, hated him for what he did to her, for his claws were curling over her hips, drawing her core against his heavy arousal and her treacherous body was reacting to the contact of his flesh against hers with a surge of raw desire. Her body didn’t care that she despised him, and she despised herself as she clenched her teeth, biting hard on her lips to keep the hiss of frustration from escaping. The helplessness of being prone beneath his manipulation was actually making her feel acutely feminine, and she hated the thought even as he distracted her by slipping his claws underneath her cotton t-shirt, pulling the fabric up as his long fingers curled around her bound breasts, adding weight to the cupped fabric of her bra.
“Ah, these are annoying, aren’t they?” he said, his thumbs trailing across the lower hem of her bra as his hands circled around to her back. Her shoulders tensed as she arched her spine, trying to get away but unable to as his fingers lightly snapped the hooks free. Her breasts tumbled out as the cups sagged, and she trembled as she closed her eyes tight, biting her lip hard enough to bleed as his calloused hands stilled.
His tongue was suddenly licking her lower spine, just above the curve of her buttocks, and she flinched from the contact of the wet heat as he left goose-bumps in his wake. His claws plucked at her shirt, and he murmured a chuckling apology as he abruptly tore through the fabric, dragging it out from under her as she gasped, for he had somehow taken her bra with it, and she was now naked from the waist up.
Half-expecting him to torment her freed breasts somehow, she was surprised when he paused. But then closed her eyes, silently cursing him behind gritted teeth as a single claw delicately traced the ragged scar across her upper back. His fingers spread, mimicking the oddly star-shaped outline, and she turned her head into right shoulder, loathing the way he brushed it so delicately. He didn’t say anything, thank god, for she couldn’t stand pithy words of false sympathy, especially from him.
He finally slipped off of her, and for a moment, a weak part of her foolishly dared to hope---but no, she could hear the rustle and whisper as he swiftly divested himself of his clothing. He was suddenly back, his warmth draping over her, and she shuddered at the contact of his skin on hers. His height made his heavy arousal bump into her strained thigh as his hands snaked over her waist, moving around to the front as his claws trailed up her taut stomach to finally cup her breasts in his long fingers. He planted soft kisses along her shoulders, nosing her hair out of the way as she pressed her forehead harder into her shoulder. She tried to deny the ripple of his playful fingers as he kneaded the fleshy mounds, deliberately coaxing her nipples to harden as his clawed thumbs circled the outside crescent of each breast.
“Ah, little one, I would taste your flesh, suckle you into the wet heat of my mouth, circle my tongue around your nipples and tug them lightly between my teeth.” His dark whisper filled her head with distracting memories of Hiei doing that very thing to her, and she broke, then, a soft sob escaping. He kissed her right in the middle of her knotted shoulders, and slipped his hands free only for a moment to wet his fingers before they were back, tugging at her aching nipples as he slowly ground his arousal against her thigh. He continued his dark coaxing, and Sango tried to tune him out, tried to ignore the way his fingers circled around each breast, kneading, caressing, drawing the unwilling response from her as he so skillfully manipulated her body into aching arousal.
One hand slid down her belly, and she sucked in her breath, her eyes snapping open when he deftly slipped her belt free, his claws then flicking open the button on her jeans. She shook then, the sound of the parting zipper loud in the silence as his other hand slowly slid down her back to tug the rough fabric down her hips.
“Please,” she said again, and hated, loathed, herself for it. He kissed her shoulder again, but continued to peel her jeans off her. Her splayed legs trapped the fabric half-way down her thighs, but he only used the vines trapping her ankles to abruptly close her legs as he moved his hips back. Sango bit her lip, feebly jerking at her bound wrists as she felt thick tendrils work up over her knees and then her thighs, pulling her jeans back down with them as they slithered free one leg at a time.
She was distracted as his claws lightly played with her underwear, his calloused fingers moving over her backside in slow spirals. She trembled beneath the touch, and sucked in her breath when a single claw traced a line down the white cotton. Her legs were still pressed tight together, but as her jeans fell away the vines slithered back up to wrap around her knees and slowly draw her legs further apart. She shivered in reaction as his heated breath drew down over her ass, his hands circling up the quivering flesh to flick his claws at the thin line on either side of her waist, smoothly parting the white fabric. Her panties slithered free, and she was exposed fully to his heated gaze as her thighs were drawn inexorably apart, her muscles almost aching as her legs spread wide.
She didn’t understand when he suddenly leaned up over her, plucking a pillow free to slide it under her stomach. It took the strain off of her shoulders, but also pushed her backside into prominent display. She trembled at the utter helplessness of her position, and burned with embarrassment for what he was staring at. He said nothing, but she was acutely aware of how his claws trailed down her ass, his thumbs peeling her inner lips apart, and suddenly his face was buried there, in her most intimate place. His tongue, oh, god, his tongue was roaming everywhere. Lightning shot straight up inside her as she cried out in pure astonishment, the unknown pleasure searing across her very senses.
Dear god, she had never felt such utter, aching, hot sensations as his tongue lathed her quivering flesh again and again, mapping each hidden fold and delving straight inside her tight passage. She felt the prick of his fangs against the end of her flesh and instinctively flinched away, but his hands were iron bands around her upper thighs, keeping her prone beneath the sweet torture of his skillful mouth. She sobbed, burying her head into her shoulder and cried out in denial as his slick tongue slipped down to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. Flicking it over and over again in light, feathering motions, he carefully increased the speed but not the intensity. She shook, desperately trying to fight her bindings, and he chuckled as her back arched, trying to get away from him. She felt the wetness seeping from her, and he drank greedily, his tongue slipping back inside her dark cleft, curling tight as he penetrated her to slowly uncurl as he buried his face between her splayed thighs.
His thumbs made light circles across the soft skin of her thighs where they met her backside, but he no longer held her so tightly to him as she was now trying to press herself back against him, the torment of her rising ardor forcing every other thought from her mind but finding fulfillment. She whimpered when he pulled away a moment, and then gasped anew as his tongue drew a line down her folds to the bundle of nerves below. He resumed the terrible torture of his flicking tongue. The gentle, continuous, butterfly touches across the swollen bud made her hands clench helplessly at the sensual assault as she restlessly rubbed her breasts against the soft fabric of the bed and pushed her hips back into his mouth.
One hand withdrew from around her thigh, and she was almost distracted as a cool liquid dripped over her upper buttocks. But his fingers were soothing the gel into her skin, and it tingled and warmed at the touch. His tongue increased in tempo and she felt her crisis nearing. But his thumb was suddenly circling the pucker of her ass and she tensed in surprise. He growled against her, his tongue increasing the pressure as he lashed her clit even as his thumb, covered in gel, suddenly sank into her ass to the root.
She cried out at the sudden invasion, her body bowing as she tried to escape the strangely full sensation. It wasn’t painful, but she hadn’t been expecting it, and her face burned even as he suddenly pressed his tongue hard against her clit, and then she was screaming and bucking as the world again shattered around her as the powerful orgasm hit her full force.
Again, he stayed with her, riding the orgasm into the next, her sex trapped between his thumb and tongue as his finger twisted in her ass, mimicking how he might ride it as his tongue continued to press against her clit, over and over as one wave swept under the next one building. Two fingers suddenly parted her slick folds to slide deep inside, curling up to touch some spot within that brought new heights of awesome torture to her pleasure-wracked body as he shamelessly demonstrated just how helpless she was against his skill.
“Stop!” she screamed, “Oh, god, please stop. I can’t, it’s too much, it’s too much!” She sobbed as her body tensed, the peak coming again, a second time, oh, gods, and she shamelessly begged then, words and sobs and screams falling from her agonized lips as he merely quickened the pace of his fingers. The two drove steadily against that awful spot inside her as his thumb dove deep inside her tight passage and his tongue swirled over her throbbing clit in time to his rising tempo.
And then the world went completely white, and the pleasure was so intense it was almost pain. But she wanted it, needed it, even as she flinched from the overwhelmingly raw sensations. She panted like a bitch in heat and sobbed her surrender as her body was wracked by pleasure so intense she couldn’t keep hold of it even as she thrashed helplessly against the terrible finality of it.
And then his hand was slipping free, his thumb slowly drawing out of her as his tongue gentled, lightly licking up her drenched lips as he finally drew away. She fell limp, spent and aching, to the bed, the tears slowly seeping from her closed eyes as he whispered against her trembling flesh, “How your body sings for me, little one. You surrender so easily to my least touch. It must be terrible to know that you are only a pawn to my desires.”
Sango sucked in her breath at the cold cruelty of his words. She tried to deny it, but couldn’t, for she was left a shivering wreck in the wake of his terrible mastery.
“You cannot deny your hunger, taiji-ya, cannot deny that it’s one you despise who can manipulate you like this,” and his fingers suddenly flicked across her clit, and she bowed with a cry against the awful pleasure, “and that you still desire it while hating it.”
Hate him she did, for showing her in such stark cruelty that her body was only his plaything, for his circling fingers were making her buck against him even as she tried to deny it. The pants came harsh from her lips as he slowly stood, dragging his heavy arousal against her sopping core as he lightly rocked his hips into her heat.
“Ah, your flesh quivers for me, you want this as much as I, Sango. I cannot wait to delve inside your tight passage, spread you wide as I fuck you hard and deep. You’re trembling in horrified anticipation, knowing how right I am. You want me even as you hate me. That very unwillingness is my aphrodisiac.”
“I hate you,” she whispered, and he only laughed, his fingers working over her backside, pulling her flush against him as the vines curled, loosening and tightening so that he could drag her closer to the end of the bed. Easily lifting her, he bent her knees on the mattress to put her at a better height for his taller frame. Reaching down, he pulled the pillow from under her, tossing it aside so that she sagged down at an angle beneath him.
She expected him to drive right in, then, but he only pressed himself between her thighs, his thick length nestled against her stomach. She shook with the knowledge of how long he was, and fear nipped inside her, for Hiei had stretched her and he was not as well-endowed.
Youko seemed to understand her fear, but rather than alleviating it, he stoked it, ass hole that he was. His long, white hair tickled across her skin as he bent over her, his heated whisper in her ear making her brown eyes widen. “It’s good you are quick to heal, taiji-ya, for there is one terrible truth about changelings such as yourself. Your body will always return to the exact state it was in when you first replaced your heart with a wind-demoness’s. You’re lucky to have no maidenhead, for it would always heal within the first full day after being sundered, and that might prove a bit inconvenient if you ever decided to take a mate.”
She sucked in her breath, and he chuckled. “Ah, but while it might be unpleasant for you, it wouldn’t for the male who can claim your virginity again and again. A considerate partner will take time to prepare you, stretch you for his cock before he plunders your tight depths. But I am not that willing to wait, and knowing you will easily heal from any harsh attention makes it all the more sweet.”
She trembled in real fear then, and he laughed, suddenly hugging her tight as she paled in anger at his terrible joke. “Oh, you really are so easily manipulated, little one. You should learn not to trust everything a demon says. One would think you would have learned that by now.”
“Fuck you,” she snarled, and tried to buck him off of her, her knees against the bed giving her a bit more leverage. But he just hugged her tighter, his teasing chuckles warm against her bare shoulder as he lightly kissed her there. “Ah, little one, I am only telling you this because it’s best you be warned before a demon, overcome with lust for your delectable self, takes you quickly and roughly. Like a certain fire apparition, perhaps, whose passion sometimes burns too hot for caution.”
She stiffened, hating him even more for the painful reminder of Hiei at such a time, and her eyes closed as the hot tears formed. She refused to let them fall, and gritted her teeth against the overwhelming pain of his memory. How different this was to then, and she couldn’t stand the reminder, hated that Youko tainted the memory of it even as he tainted her body with his despised touch.
For he was leaning back, smoothing his fingers over her skin, murmuring almost to himself. “So tiny you are, but so ripe for the taking. And I do intend to take you, Sango, take you until it’s my name you cry out on your reluctant lips.”
“Never,” she snarled, and he laughed then, the knowing mockery slipping over her as his fingers splayed over her backside. Smack!
She jerked at the sharp handprint on her smarting ass, and he tsked. “Now, now, little one, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear.”
“You’re crazy,” she said in shock, and flinched when his flat palm cracked again on her tender flesh. “Stop it!”
“Why?” he demanded arrogantly, his palm now soothing the smarting skin with light circling motions. Strange tingles wandered over her flesh, and Sango flushed as her core tightened at the sensation, the moisture dripping from her to coat her thighs. He drew a finger along her slit, and she heard him suck it into his mouth, his dark laughter making her seethe.
“Your body betrays you, little one. I think you crave what only a strong demon can give you. The darkness inside you understands the primitive desires of being so thoroughly dominated by someone strong enough to do so. You cannot help but give in to the primitive urges of your demon heart, who knows deep inside when it’s claimed and conquered.”
“Gods, I hate you,” she grit out as his hard palm descended again in sharp rebuke. This time, her body shuddered at the blow, and she fought back a moan as his fingers again soothed the smarting flesh.
.
“That was the intention, little one,” he mocked, and smacked her again. This time she bucked into it, and the hoarse cry escaped her as she trembled all over from the pleasurable torture. He smiled, and she felt him drag his cock against her, covering himself in her wetness to then slide between her thighs, again hitting her belly. He lightly rode her like that, his flesh quivering against her as she felt small beads of liquid seep from the tip against the taut muscles of her stomach. She reactively moved away, and his hand smacked her sharply.
“You will not move unless I tell you,” he ordered, “or I will spank you until you beg for mercy and then sink my dick inside your sore ass as you scream.”
She stilled in horror, and he sighed, his words soft. “I almost regret this, Sango.”
She didn’t know what he was talking about, and she only turned her head away, loathing him for the sudden gentleness. He actually withdrew from between her thighs, and suddenly dropped to his knees, his mouth back on the very heat of her.She cried out at the sudden change, and her stomach knotted as he slipped first one finger, then two, then three, inside her wet heat. She felt him stretching her as his tongue teased her clit, and she moaned at the feel of his fingers delving deep inside.
He stopped just before she hit her peak, and she cried in anguish as his mouth left her, his fingers slipping free. But then he was rising to his feet, and his heavy arousal bumped against her trembling thigh. He reached down with one hand to guide himself into her as his other hand made soothing circles over her backside as she reflexively tensed.
“Relax, little one, it will be easier for you,” he said, and she hated him for the tenderness in his voice. She felt the tip of him parting her flesh, shallowly pressing into her, and she closed her eyes as she realized that even with the stretching of his fingers he was still too big for her.
He went slowly, carefully sinking himself barely an inch before pushing forward again. She heard him suck in his breath, and his hoarse whisper, “Gods, it’s been too long.”
She flinched as he parted her further, his flesh slowly invading hers. She strained to accommodate him, her entrance stretched nearly too wide as he pressed his way forward. His voice became a soothing murmur of nonsense as she tensed and buried her head between her outstretched arms, her breath hissing in sharp pants as he slowly withdrew to then sink further inside. Her walls fluttered, muscles straining as he invaded her body at a snail’s pace that was driving her mad even as she feared what the end would bring. She felt the inexorable weight of him behind her, an indefinable feeling of knowing that he was taking her, fully and completely, and that he would pierce her very soul by the time he was done.
Each aching inch as he sunk deeper inside her body brought an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain as she was stretched to the limit to accommodate him. It seemed to go on forever, each inch gained with hoarse breath and strained gasps as they both tried to adjust. Sweat beaded across her forehead, and she could feel his skin sweating as well as he tensed, trying to remain slow and steady. He stilled, and she wondered if he had finally reached the end. But he was leaning back, withdrawing oh so very slowly to then sink oh so slowly back, going just a bit further. The torture of it was getting to be too much, and she tried to move back towards him when he again withdrew, but his hands firmed on her hips, his claws lightly digging.
“Easy, little one, I will not hurt you,” he said, and kept withdrawing to the very tip, then began that slow, torturous journey back, his heavy flesh separating her tight muscles as the honey dampened her passage, making it easier. And she was loosening, for it didn’t feel as strained as he slowly manipulated her body to accommodate his size. She whimpered, restlessly wanting to move, but his firm hands on her hips reminded her to let him do what he had to.
“You’re still too tight,” he said between gritted teeth, and one of his hands slipped over her hip, reaching for the bundle of nerves to stir her further. Sango threw her head up at the first touch of his claws, and then shuddered as he deliberately stilled, sunk so deep within but not to the root, and he told her not to move, to just give herself up to it. She trembled and shook, straining not to, to do as he told her, and then she couldn’t help it, she shattered beneath the onslaught, and pushed her hips up and back as he abruptly pressed forward in a sharp thrust of his hips.
He hit something that hurt so deep inside there but the unbelievable pleasure smothered the pain. His fingers were busy again, drawing her up to meet that cresting wave of oncoming desire as he so easily could. This time, he bumped his hips against her body, grinding himself into that painful spot that was now pleasure, too, as he did a curious circling flex of his hips. The tip of his manhood rubbed against that torturous spot so deep within and she screamed, clamping down on him even as her muscles fluctuated and tightened, stretching to fit his length as they had his width. The euphoric wave tumbled over her, snatching her up to fling her headlong over the edge into pleasure so intense the world went completely blank. She writhed against him, her back bowing beneath the sweet agony as she soundlessly screamed, mindlessly thrashing with the unbelievable torture before finally falling, spent, beneath him, her thighs shaking as she strained to hold up his weight.
His fingers moved away, but he was gripping both her hips now, and he growled, a sound that made her tremble. He pulled out, and then sank back inside, his pace slowly quickening with each roll of his hips as he set a steadily increasing rhythm. He pulled her back against him, taking more of her weight onto his powerful thighs until she could regain enough of herself to finally meet him thrust for thrust. He hit the end of her each time, but it was not as painful now, except the occasional twinge, and when he pressed her back down into that angle, weight on her knees, it was easier to accommodate the turgid length of him. That was when he finally let go, his speed gaining as their flesh rhythmically smacked against each other. She could only lay there, panting, as he rode her hard into the mattress, his movements becoming rougher as he reached for his own climax.
His fingers sought her swollen clit again, and she arched under the sweet torture, a bit sore now from his earlier manipulations. But the soreness disappeared as he pressed deeper inside her, that rough circle of his hips now grazing that spot so deep within her each time he delved between her aching thighs. She felt his other hand now circling her rear, and she bowed back, hissing in agonized pleasure as he again sunk his thumb inside her ass, the strain of holding both his thick digit and the thick length plunging inside her too much. He hissed his demand, his body roughly riding hers as his fingers worked in tandem to his hard thrusts.
“Cry for me, Sango. Cry my name.”
And she did, sobbing it out as he sent her tumbling over the edge, her body shuddering as she fell apart as his thumb was joined by a second finger, stretching her almost too painfully as he delved so deep it burned as his claws tightened on her swollen bud of desire. And then she bucked and screamed as he plunged deeper than ever before inside her, his weight drilling her into the mattress as he ground himself so hard against her. So deep, oh gods, so deep, and she felt him stiffen and then shake as the hot seed exploded from his throbbing length, and it seemed to go on forever as he helplessly ground her beneath him, powerful buttocks flexing as his balls tightened against her sopping core, pouring his very essence inside her flinching depths.
He abruptly collapsed atop her, spent, and she shook as the pleasure gave way to pain, for he was buried too deep inside her. But she felt him gathering himself, lifting up off of her as his softening manhood slipped free with their mixed essence. She trembled with the withdrawal, feeling the soreness of her abused muscles as the back of her thighs cramped. But the vines were withdrawing, and he was turning her, the look in his golden eyes hooded and strange as he gently kissed her.
She trembled at the tenderness of it, his mouth soft now as a feather brushing across her lips. She was deeply shaken by the gentle way he chafed the feeling back into her wrists, kissing the pulse point of each in tender homage before gently turning her into his warmth as he nestled her back against his hard chest. She suddenly sneezed, for there was a fine dust in the air, how strange, but the thought quickly melted into the darkness as sleep finally overtook her. She couldn’t believe how warm she felt, cradled so tightly in his arms as he completely curled himself around her, even his silver tail coming up to curl along her flank, tickling her belly as her bemused mind finally succumbed to exhaustion.
The elegant characters blurred, two wet drops slowly expanding as the thin paper absorbed them. A loud rat-a-tappy-tat on the front door jerked her head up, and she swiped at her eyes with the back of one hand as she looked stupidly around for her clothes. The knocks grew louder, more impatient, as she yanked on her jeans and fumbled a shirt from Kurama’s closet. Hurrying down the hall, she pulled the door open, eyes widening at the tall, red-haired man standing before her.
“J-Jin?”
“Lily?” he said, smile blinding in his delight. “Why, lass, aren’t you but the sweetest sight for me sore eyes!”
Sango burst into tears.
WARNING! SPOILERS FOR YYH CHAPTER BLACK AND THE THREE KINGS SAGA! LEMON WARNING, LIME ON FFNET, NC, LIGHT BDSM, SPANK, ANAL PLAY AND ORGASMS, LOL! YOU ARE WARNED!
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sango only gave Youko an impatient look. That pithy shit wouldn’t work on her, either. A slow smile curved the fox’s sensual mouth, and straightening, he crossed his arms again. Tilting his head to one side, he looked at her, as if considering what angle to try next. Sango stirred under that frank appraisal, frowning when he didn’t say anything. She was about to speak when he suddenly flung the dagger she’d least expected.
“You think you, a human, could ever be enough for him?”
Her eyes widened, and he smirked, as if he won something from her. Her chest felt tight, and her heart started pounding as she ground her teeth. Disgusted by his spite, she turned away to hide the flash of anger in her eyes, but could not turn away from his next words, which were even more vicious.
“So quick to hate demonkind. Even though you are now one of us. How ironic---a demon slayer with the heart of a wind demon, a Spirit World assassin with the face of an angel. So untouched by the world, and yet so burdened by it. He might have loved you, you know, if he had let himself. Such a tragedy, for would you have even let him?”
“Shut up!” she cried, whirling back around with blood in her eyes as her hands curled into impotent fists, knowing she dare not strike him, lest she hurt Kurama. The anger seethed inside her, and she hated him, then, for the knowing mockery of his cruel smile. His eyes glinted, the gold sparkling as he laughed in delight at how easily he could manipulate her emotions.
Her nails bit so deep into her palms she could feel the trickle of blood as the helpless anger suffused her building aura. She fought it back, trying to rein in her jyaki, scared lest it consume her as it had so many times in the past. Damn Youko for the need for it---he knew just exactly how to get under her skin, and so distracted was she in wrestling her raw emotions back that she didn’t know when or how he’d managed to creep up on her. One moment, he was standing there laughing, and the next he was behind her, one clawed finger turning her head to stare into her shocked gaze with amusement. His other arm snaked about her torso, pinning her arms to her sides in an unbreakable hold as his head bent over hers, the hot look in his half-lidded eyes making Sango struggle to win free.
But his hold was too strong, and even as she tried to jerk her head back, his clawed fingers tightened on her chin, pulling her mouth up to his. He swallowed her outraged protest with his hard kiss, his tongue invading her mouth when she inhaled in shock. She really started to struggle then, and she could feel his sensual lips curving a wicked smile against hers as he ignored her ineffectual struggles and turned her more fully into his embrace.
His sensual lips drank greedily from her mouth as his tongue skillfully dodged her poor attempt to bite him. He growled as his fangs pricked her bottom lip in warning. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he silkily whispered, and then his lips moved over hers again, his tongue lightly laving the small drops of blood away before sliding into her mouth once more, capturing her angry gasp with his wet heat.
Her heart slammed inside her chest, and Sango tried to throw her weight backwards, hoping to surprise him into letting her go. But the strong arm wrapped around her only tightened, picking her right up off her feet as his powerful aura curled over hers, somehow threading through the hot anger and transferring the heat of his desire into the heat of her fury. For a moment, she burned with the overwhelming sensation. But then she felt the traitorous response of her own body as the heat flushed through every single part of her, turning her skin thin as nerves tingled and tiny lightnings roiled inside her belly. She moaned against his hard mouth, her body sagging into his as she felt his fingers rubbing her there, through the hard gathering of her jeans at the apex of her thighs. His skillful touch blew away the last of her weakening resistance as he manipulated the bundle of nerves into a sweet torture that made her buck and cry out against him as the electric sensations built and built.
His lips trailed a line of wet kisses up to her ear, and his hot breath whispered dark promises as he lightly took the lobe between his fangs, nibbling playfully. “Moan for me, Sango, let me hear the sweet cry on your lips. Yes, that’s it, give it to me, little one. I can feel how wet you are just from my lightest touch, your body clenching around me. Imagine when I invade that wet heat with my tongue, drink the honey between your thighs as I lathe every single aching inch of you with my mouth…”
She shuddered, tears gathering in her eyes as her spine arched and she blindly tried to deny it. “No…stop…”
“Stop?” He chuckled darkly, and she sucked in her breath as he licked her ear, his fingers pressing harder, speeding up as she shamelessly rocked her hips into them. “I don’t think you truly want that, do you, Sango?”
He did something, she knew not what, some press of his fingers or flick of his claws, and her world suddenly exploded into a million bits and pieces as the raw orgasm hit her with blinding force. She screamed then, her body bowing beneath the onslaught as his fingers continued to rub her, first gentling and then building again as he rocked her into a second orgasm. He laughed, and his golden eyes glowed as she shook all over, trying to twist away and then trying to press herself closer as he so easily manipulated her body into his plaything.
“So responsive, little one. Gods, you’re delicious,” he whispered other sweet nothings into her ear that she couldn’t even hear as he slowly withdrew his fingers. She slumped in his arms, and his mouth sought hers again, his kiss surprisingly gentle as she felt him pick her up. The room spun, and she didn’t know if it was his overwhelming proximity or the transference as the space tilted around them, twisting and blurring for an instant as he used his powerful jyaki to teleport them from the deserted galleria to rooms faintly familiar---their apartment in the city, though she had never been in Kurama’s bedroom but for a handful of times.
The abrupt realization of where they now were washed away the befuddled fog from her mind, and Sango stiffened. The kitsune tried to distract her with his kiss, but she turned her head away. He growled, red flashing through his golden eyes for a moment before he reasserted his cool control, the yellow deepening in intensity as he abruptly tumbled her back on the bed.
Sango reacted immediately by scooting back on her elbows, prepared to roll over and spring away. But something slithered over her wrist, jerking tight as she reflexively tugged. She stared at the green vine in surprise but quickly slid the sword from her belt to cut herself free. The vine withered as it fell away, and Youko laughed. She whirled to face him, the sharper edge of her blade facing him as she gripped it hard in both hands.
“You’re despicable, fox,” she spat, the anger glittering in her dark eyes as she let the fury gather.
“And you’re utterly delightful,” he purred, his eyes going down to her chest, which heaved in her anger.
“I despise you,” she snarled, furious with his mocking smile.
“And that makes me all the more determined, little one.” His eyes glowed beneath the thick fall of his silver bangs, and he held out his palm, as if he would take her hand. Sango flinched to the right, where the door lay, but she was too late. His open fingers swiftly closed into a strange fist, and suddenly both of her elbows were caught in a snaking flurry of thick vines. The cool stems slithered over her lower arms to twine over her wrists even as she ineffectually tried to slice through them. She cried out, dropping her sword to the floor with a clatter as the pressure around her wrists tightened. Her bound hands were swiftly forced together and drawn up over her head. She tried to twist free as they dragged her back over the bed, but only ended up flat on her face. She braced her bent knees hard against the edge of the mattress, jerking back and flexing her thighs to halt the forward movement, but she felt a tickle at her sneakers. It was her only warning before more vines slithered around her ankles and pulled her legs apart.
The vines around her wrists tightened and jerked her forward. She fell to the bed with a muffled cry, and trembled at the helplessness of her prone position as claws lightly drew a path down the arch of her spine. She felt Youko’s long hair brush her arm as he dipped his lips to kiss her softly on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, little one, but you were just not cooperating.”
“Let me go!” Sango tried to keep the desperation and fear from her voice as she glared at him over her shoulder.
He gave her a thoughtful look, as if really thinking about it. He even propped his head on one hand and tapped a finger on his lips. His eyes suddenly darkened, and then he smirked.
“No.”
“You bastard,” she hissed, and summoned her jyaki to hurl it at him. She’d fry these damn vines right off her---she didn’t care if she burned herself in the effort---and then she would kill him for this humiliation.
“You never learn, do you, little one?” His eyes glowed even more golden, and he traced a claw down her cheek. Sango’s eyes bled and she growled. He chuckled, and negligently waved a hand. A cloud of pollen suddenly puffed around them as a small pod burst open, and Sango coughed, turning her head into her shoulder. She tried to shake the motes off of her as an overwhelmingly sweet aroma filled her nose. She stiffened, for suddenly she couldn’t feel her jyaki, not at all, and she started trembling in real fear.
“Don’t worry,” Youko whispered, his claws running through her hair, pulling the ponytail tie from the thick length as he let the silky strands fall through his fingers. “It’s still there, the pollen only hides it, temporarily dulling your sensitivity to energies.”
“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, hating the light caress of his claws through her hair.
He only smiled. “You know so little about demons, taiji-ya, even for one who knows so much. At first it was jut a game, to see how far I could push you. But you challenged me, a stronger male and animal spirit. You should know better than that, slayer.”
Sango stilled, frightened by the silky mockery in his voice. Male youkai in general were dominant by nature, but none more so than the animal-oriented apparitions. For a lesser female to challenge one in a sexual situation was foolish, for it only sparked their more bestial natures. Ice curled down her spine, and she hated herself for the weakness as she whispered, “Don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry for the necessity,” he strangely said, and his claws gently drew the overgrown, chin-length side-lock back behind her ear as she turned her head away in anger. His lips softly kissed her shoulder in what she thought was a mockery of apology, and her bound hands tightened into angry fists as she refused to give him the satisfaction.
He abruptly slipped from the bed, and she tilted her head, trying to track his movements as he stalked around the end and disappeared. He was suddenly behind her, his claws smoothing down her arched spine and over her raised backside as he pressed himself between her splayed thighs. She tried to move away, but he followed her.
“You’ve attained the proper position of submission so easily, taiji-ya,” he lightly mocked as his claws cupped her bottom. “You have a delicious ass. I do like a good ass, on men and women.” His claws suddenly pricked through the rough nap of her jeans, and she jumped. He chuckled, and swatted her playfully. Sango stiffened in mortification, and his hand smoothed over the offended spot with light circles.
“So responsive,” he said, “it’s almost a shame…”
A shame? Not for him, that was certain. She hated him then, hated him for what he did to her, for his claws were curling over her hips, drawing her core against his heavy arousal and her treacherous body was reacting to the contact of his flesh against hers with a surge of raw desire. Her body didn’t care that she despised him, and she despised herself as she clenched her teeth, biting hard on her lips to keep the hiss of frustration from escaping. The helplessness of being prone beneath his manipulation was actually making her feel acutely feminine, and she hated the thought even as he distracted her by slipping his claws underneath her cotton t-shirt, pulling the fabric up as his long fingers curled around her bound breasts, adding weight to the cupped fabric of her bra.
“Ah, these are annoying, aren’t they?” he said, his thumbs trailing across the lower hem of her bra as his hands circled around to her back. Her shoulders tensed as she arched her spine, trying to get away but unable to as his fingers lightly snapped the hooks free. Her breasts tumbled out as the cups sagged, and she trembled as she closed her eyes tight, biting her lip hard enough to bleed as his calloused hands stilled.
His tongue was suddenly licking her lower spine, just above the curve of her buttocks, and she flinched from the contact of the wet heat as he left goose-bumps in his wake. His claws plucked at her shirt, and he murmured a chuckling apology as he abruptly tore through the fabric, dragging it out from under her as she gasped, for he had somehow taken her bra with it, and she was now naked from the waist up.
Half-expecting him to torment her freed breasts somehow, she was surprised when he paused. But then closed her eyes, silently cursing him behind gritted teeth as a single claw delicately traced the ragged scar across her upper back. His fingers spread, mimicking the oddly star-shaped outline, and she turned her head into right shoulder, loathing the way he brushed it so delicately. He didn’t say anything, thank god, for she couldn’t stand pithy words of false sympathy, especially from him.
He finally slipped off of her, and for a moment, a weak part of her foolishly dared to hope---but no, she could hear the rustle and whisper as he swiftly divested himself of his clothing. He was suddenly back, his warmth draping over her, and she shuddered at the contact of his skin on hers. His height made his heavy arousal bump into her strained thigh as his hands snaked over her waist, moving around to the front as his claws trailed up her taut stomach to finally cup her breasts in his long fingers. He planted soft kisses along her shoulders, nosing her hair out of the way as she pressed her forehead harder into her shoulder. She tried to deny the ripple of his playful fingers as he kneaded the fleshy mounds, deliberately coaxing her nipples to harden as his clawed thumbs circled the outside crescent of each breast.
“Ah, little one, I would taste your flesh, suckle you into the wet heat of my mouth, circle my tongue around your nipples and tug them lightly between my teeth.” His dark whisper filled her head with distracting memories of Hiei doing that very thing to her, and she broke, then, a soft sob escaping. He kissed her right in the middle of her knotted shoulders, and slipped his hands free only for a moment to wet his fingers before they were back, tugging at her aching nipples as he slowly ground his arousal against her thigh. He continued his dark coaxing, and Sango tried to tune him out, tried to ignore the way his fingers circled around each breast, kneading, caressing, drawing the unwilling response from her as he so skillfully manipulated her body into aching arousal.
One hand slid down her belly, and she sucked in her breath, her eyes snapping open when he deftly slipped her belt free, his claws then flicking open the button on her jeans. She shook then, the sound of the parting zipper loud in the silence as his other hand slowly slid down her back to tug the rough fabric down her hips.
“Please,” she said again, and hated, loathed, herself for it. He kissed her shoulder again, but continued to peel her jeans off her. Her splayed legs trapped the fabric half-way down her thighs, but he only used the vines trapping her ankles to abruptly close her legs as he moved his hips back. Sango bit her lip, feebly jerking at her bound wrists as she felt thick tendrils work up over her knees and then her thighs, pulling her jeans back down with them as they slithered free one leg at a time.
She was distracted as his claws lightly played with her underwear, his calloused fingers moving over her backside in slow spirals. She trembled beneath the touch, and sucked in her breath when a single claw traced a line down the white cotton. Her legs were still pressed tight together, but as her jeans fell away the vines slithered back up to wrap around her knees and slowly draw her legs further apart. She shivered in reaction as his heated breath drew down over her ass, his hands circling up the quivering flesh to flick his claws at the thin line on either side of her waist, smoothly parting the white fabric. Her panties slithered free, and she was exposed fully to his heated gaze as her thighs were drawn inexorably apart, her muscles almost aching as her legs spread wide.
She didn’t understand when he suddenly leaned up over her, plucking a pillow free to slide it under her stomach. It took the strain off of her shoulders, but also pushed her backside into prominent display. She trembled at the utter helplessness of her position, and burned with embarrassment for what he was staring at. He said nothing, but she was acutely aware of how his claws trailed down her ass, his thumbs peeling her inner lips apart, and suddenly his face was buried there, in her most intimate place. His tongue, oh, god, his tongue was roaming everywhere. Lightning shot straight up inside her as she cried out in pure astonishment, the unknown pleasure searing across her very senses.
Dear god, she had never felt such utter, aching, hot sensations as his tongue lathed her quivering flesh again and again, mapping each hidden fold and delving straight inside her tight passage. She felt the prick of his fangs against the end of her flesh and instinctively flinched away, but his hands were iron bands around her upper thighs, keeping her prone beneath the sweet torture of his skillful mouth. She sobbed, burying her head into her shoulder and cried out in denial as his slick tongue slipped down to the bundle of nerves at the apex of her womanhood. Flicking it over and over again in light, feathering motions, he carefully increased the speed but not the intensity. She shook, desperately trying to fight her bindings, and he chuckled as her back arched, trying to get away from him. She felt the wetness seeping from her, and he drank greedily, his tongue slipping back inside her dark cleft, curling tight as he penetrated her to slowly uncurl as he buried his face between her splayed thighs.
His thumbs made light circles across the soft skin of her thighs where they met her backside, but he no longer held her so tightly to him as she was now trying to press herself back against him, the torment of her rising ardor forcing every other thought from her mind but finding fulfillment. She whimpered when he pulled away a moment, and then gasped anew as his tongue drew a line down her folds to the bundle of nerves below. He resumed the terrible torture of his flicking tongue. The gentle, continuous, butterfly touches across the swollen bud made her hands clench helplessly at the sensual assault as she restlessly rubbed her breasts against the soft fabric of the bed and pushed her hips back into his mouth.
One hand withdrew from around her thigh, and she was almost distracted as a cool liquid dripped over her upper buttocks. But his fingers were soothing the gel into her skin, and it tingled and warmed at the touch. His tongue increased in tempo and she felt her crisis nearing. But his thumb was suddenly circling the pucker of her ass and she tensed in surprise. He growled against her, his tongue increasing the pressure as he lashed her clit even as his thumb, covered in gel, suddenly sank into her ass to the root.
She cried out at the sudden invasion, her body bowing as she tried to escape the strangely full sensation. It wasn’t painful, but she hadn’t been expecting it, and her face burned even as he suddenly pressed his tongue hard against her clit, and then she was screaming and bucking as the world again shattered around her as the powerful orgasm hit her full force.
Again, he stayed with her, riding the orgasm into the next, her sex trapped between his thumb and tongue as his finger twisted in her ass, mimicking how he might ride it as his tongue continued to press against her clit, over and over as one wave swept under the next one building. Two fingers suddenly parted her slick folds to slide deep inside, curling up to touch some spot within that brought new heights of awesome torture to her pleasure-wracked body as he shamelessly demonstrated just how helpless she was against his skill.
“Stop!” she screamed, “Oh, god, please stop. I can’t, it’s too much, it’s too much!” She sobbed as her body tensed, the peak coming again, a second time, oh, gods, and she shamelessly begged then, words and sobs and screams falling from her agonized lips as he merely quickened the pace of his fingers. The two drove steadily against that awful spot inside her as his thumb dove deep inside her tight passage and his tongue swirled over her throbbing clit in time to his rising tempo.
And then the world went completely white, and the pleasure was so intense it was almost pain. But she wanted it, needed it, even as she flinched from the overwhelmingly raw sensations. She panted like a bitch in heat and sobbed her surrender as her body was wracked by pleasure so intense she couldn’t keep hold of it even as she thrashed helplessly against the terrible finality of it.
And then his hand was slipping free, his thumb slowly drawing out of her as his tongue gentled, lightly licking up her drenched lips as he finally drew away. She fell limp, spent and aching, to the bed, the tears slowly seeping from her closed eyes as he whispered against her trembling flesh, “How your body sings for me, little one. You surrender so easily to my least touch. It must be terrible to know that you are only a pawn to my desires.”
Sango sucked in her breath at the cold cruelty of his words. She tried to deny it, but couldn’t, for she was left a shivering wreck in the wake of his terrible mastery.
“You cannot deny your hunger, taiji-ya, cannot deny that it’s one you despise who can manipulate you like this,” and his fingers suddenly flicked across her clit, and she bowed with a cry against the awful pleasure, “and that you still desire it while hating it.”
Hate him she did, for showing her in such stark cruelty that her body was only his plaything, for his circling fingers were making her buck against him even as she tried to deny it. The pants came harsh from her lips as he slowly stood, dragging his heavy arousal against her sopping core as he lightly rocked his hips into her heat.
“Ah, your flesh quivers for me, you want this as much as I, Sango. I cannot wait to delve inside your tight passage, spread you wide as I fuck you hard and deep. You’re trembling in horrified anticipation, knowing how right I am. You want me even as you hate me. That very unwillingness is my aphrodisiac.”
“I hate you,” she whispered, and he only laughed, his fingers working over her backside, pulling her flush against him as the vines curled, loosening and tightening so that he could drag her closer to the end of the bed. Easily lifting her, he bent her knees on the mattress to put her at a better height for his taller frame. Reaching down, he pulled the pillow from under her, tossing it aside so that she sagged down at an angle beneath him.
She expected him to drive right in, then, but he only pressed himself between her thighs, his thick length nestled against her stomach. She shook with the knowledge of how long he was, and fear nipped inside her, for Hiei had stretched her and he was not as well-endowed.
Youko seemed to understand her fear, but rather than alleviating it, he stoked it, ass hole that he was. His long, white hair tickled across her skin as he bent over her, his heated whisper in her ear making her brown eyes widen. “It’s good you are quick to heal, taiji-ya, for there is one terrible truth about changelings such as yourself. Your body will always return to the exact state it was in when you first replaced your heart with a wind-demoness’s. You’re lucky to have no maidenhead, for it would always heal within the first full day after being sundered, and that might prove a bit inconvenient if you ever decided to take a mate.”
She sucked in her breath, and he chuckled. “Ah, but while it might be unpleasant for you, it wouldn’t for the male who can claim your virginity again and again. A considerate partner will take time to prepare you, stretch you for his cock before he plunders your tight depths. But I am not that willing to wait, and knowing you will easily heal from any harsh attention makes it all the more sweet.”
She trembled in real fear then, and he laughed, suddenly hugging her tight as she paled in anger at his terrible joke. “Oh, you really are so easily manipulated, little one. You should learn not to trust everything a demon says. One would think you would have learned that by now.”
“Fuck you,” she snarled, and tried to buck him off of her, her knees against the bed giving her a bit more leverage. But he just hugged her tighter, his teasing chuckles warm against her bare shoulder as he lightly kissed her there. “Ah, little one, I am only telling you this because it’s best you be warned before a demon, overcome with lust for your delectable self, takes you quickly and roughly. Like a certain fire apparition, perhaps, whose passion sometimes burns too hot for caution.”
She stiffened, hating him even more for the painful reminder of Hiei at such a time, and her eyes closed as the hot tears formed. She refused to let them fall, and gritted her teeth against the overwhelming pain of his memory. How different this was to then, and she couldn’t stand the reminder, hated that Youko tainted the memory of it even as he tainted her body with his despised touch.
For he was leaning back, smoothing his fingers over her skin, murmuring almost to himself. “So tiny you are, but so ripe for the taking. And I do intend to take you, Sango, take you until it’s my name you cry out on your reluctant lips.”
“Never,” she snarled, and he laughed then, the knowing mockery slipping over her as his fingers splayed over her backside. Smack!
She jerked at the sharp handprint on her smarting ass, and he tsked. “Now, now, little one, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear.”
“You’re crazy,” she said in shock, and flinched when his flat palm cracked again on her tender flesh. “Stop it!”
“Why?” he demanded arrogantly, his palm now soothing the smarting skin with light circling motions. Strange tingles wandered over her flesh, and Sango flushed as her core tightened at the sensation, the moisture dripping from her to coat her thighs. He drew a finger along her slit, and she heard him suck it into his mouth, his dark laughter making her seethe.
“Your body betrays you, little one. I think you crave what only a strong demon can give you. The darkness inside you understands the primitive desires of being so thoroughly dominated by someone strong enough to do so. You cannot help but give in to the primitive urges of your demon heart, who knows deep inside when it’s claimed and conquered.”
“Gods, I hate you,” she grit out as his hard palm descended again in sharp rebuke. This time, her body shuddered at the blow, and she fought back a moan as his fingers again soothed the smarting flesh.
.
“That was the intention, little one,” he mocked, and smacked her again. This time she bucked into it, and the hoarse cry escaped her as she trembled all over from the pleasurable torture. He smiled, and she felt him drag his cock against her, covering himself in her wetness to then slide between her thighs, again hitting her belly. He lightly rode her like that, his flesh quivering against her as she felt small beads of liquid seep from the tip against the taut muscles of her stomach. She reactively moved away, and his hand smacked her sharply.
“You will not move unless I tell you,” he ordered, “or I will spank you until you beg for mercy and then sink my dick inside your sore ass as you scream.”
She stilled in horror, and he sighed, his words soft. “I almost regret this, Sango.”
She didn’t know what he was talking about, and she only turned her head away, loathing him for the sudden gentleness. He actually withdrew from between her thighs, and suddenly dropped to his knees, his mouth back on the very heat of her.She cried out at the sudden change, and her stomach knotted as he slipped first one finger, then two, then three, inside her wet heat. She felt him stretching her as his tongue teased her clit, and she moaned at the feel of his fingers delving deep inside.
He stopped just before she hit her peak, and she cried in anguish as his mouth left her, his fingers slipping free. But then he was rising to his feet, and his heavy arousal bumped against her trembling thigh. He reached down with one hand to guide himself into her as his other hand made soothing circles over her backside as she reflexively tensed.
“Relax, little one, it will be easier for you,” he said, and she hated him for the tenderness in his voice. She felt the tip of him parting her flesh, shallowly pressing into her, and she closed her eyes as she realized that even with the stretching of his fingers he was still too big for her.
He went slowly, carefully sinking himself barely an inch before pushing forward again. She heard him suck in his breath, and his hoarse whisper, “Gods, it’s been too long.”
She flinched as he parted her further, his flesh slowly invading hers. She strained to accommodate him, her entrance stretched nearly too wide as he pressed his way forward. His voice became a soothing murmur of nonsense as she tensed and buried her head between her outstretched arms, her breath hissing in sharp pants as he slowly withdrew to then sink further inside. Her walls fluttered, muscles straining as he invaded her body at a snail’s pace that was driving her mad even as she feared what the end would bring. She felt the inexorable weight of him behind her, an indefinable feeling of knowing that he was taking her, fully and completely, and that he would pierce her very soul by the time he was done.
Each aching inch as he sunk deeper inside her body brought an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain as she was stretched to the limit to accommodate him. It seemed to go on forever, each inch gained with hoarse breath and strained gasps as they both tried to adjust. Sweat beaded across her forehead, and she could feel his skin sweating as well as he tensed, trying to remain slow and steady. He stilled, and she wondered if he had finally reached the end. But he was leaning back, withdrawing oh so very slowly to then sink oh so slowly back, going just a bit further. The torture of it was getting to be too much, and she tried to move back towards him when he again withdrew, but his hands firmed on her hips, his claws lightly digging.
“Easy, little one, I will not hurt you,” he said, and kept withdrawing to the very tip, then began that slow, torturous journey back, his heavy flesh separating her tight muscles as the honey dampened her passage, making it easier. And she was loosening, for it didn’t feel as strained as he slowly manipulated her body to accommodate his size. She whimpered, restlessly wanting to move, but his firm hands on her hips reminded her to let him do what he had to.
“You’re still too tight,” he said between gritted teeth, and one of his hands slipped over her hip, reaching for the bundle of nerves to stir her further. Sango threw her head up at the first touch of his claws, and then shuddered as he deliberately stilled, sunk so deep within but not to the root, and he told her not to move, to just give herself up to it. She trembled and shook, straining not to, to do as he told her, and then she couldn’t help it, she shattered beneath the onslaught, and pushed her hips up and back as he abruptly pressed forward in a sharp thrust of his hips.
He hit something that hurt so deep inside there but the unbelievable pleasure smothered the pain. His fingers were busy again, drawing her up to meet that cresting wave of oncoming desire as he so easily could. This time, he bumped his hips against her body, grinding himself into that painful spot that was now pleasure, too, as he did a curious circling flex of his hips. The tip of his manhood rubbed against that torturous spot so deep within and she screamed, clamping down on him even as her muscles fluctuated and tightened, stretching to fit his length as they had his width. The euphoric wave tumbled over her, snatching her up to fling her headlong over the edge into pleasure so intense the world went completely blank. She writhed against him, her back bowing beneath the sweet agony as she soundlessly screamed, mindlessly thrashing with the unbelievable torture before finally falling, spent, beneath him, her thighs shaking as she strained to hold up his weight.
His fingers moved away, but he was gripping both her hips now, and he growled, a sound that made her tremble. He pulled out, and then sank back inside, his pace slowly quickening with each roll of his hips as he set a steadily increasing rhythm. He pulled her back against him, taking more of her weight onto his powerful thighs until she could regain enough of herself to finally meet him thrust for thrust. He hit the end of her each time, but it was not as painful now, except the occasional twinge, and when he pressed her back down into that angle, weight on her knees, it was easier to accommodate the turgid length of him. That was when he finally let go, his speed gaining as their flesh rhythmically smacked against each other. She could only lay there, panting, as he rode her hard into the mattress, his movements becoming rougher as he reached for his own climax.
His fingers sought her swollen clit again, and she arched under the sweet torture, a bit sore now from his earlier manipulations. But the soreness disappeared as he pressed deeper inside her, that rough circle of his hips now grazing that spot so deep within her each time he delved between her aching thighs. She felt his other hand now circling her rear, and she bowed back, hissing in agonized pleasure as he again sunk his thumb inside her ass, the strain of holding both his thick digit and the thick length plunging inside her too much. He hissed his demand, his body roughly riding hers as his fingers worked in tandem to his hard thrusts.
“Cry for me, Sango. Cry my name.”
And she did, sobbing it out as he sent her tumbling over the edge, her body shuddering as she fell apart as his thumb was joined by a second finger, stretching her almost too painfully as he delved so deep it burned as his claws tightened on her swollen bud of desire. And then she bucked and screamed as he plunged deeper than ever before inside her, his weight drilling her into the mattress as he ground himself so hard against her. So deep, oh gods, so deep, and she felt him stiffen and then shake as the hot seed exploded from his throbbing length, and it seemed to go on forever as he helplessly ground her beneath him, powerful buttocks flexing as his balls tightened against her sopping core, pouring his very essence inside her flinching depths.
He abruptly collapsed atop her, spent, and she shook as the pleasure gave way to pain, for he was buried too deep inside her. But she felt him gathering himself, lifting up off of her as his softening manhood slipped free with their mixed essence. She trembled with the withdrawal, feeling the soreness of her abused muscles as the back of her thighs cramped. But the vines were withdrawing, and he was turning her, the look in his golden eyes hooded and strange as he gently kissed her.
She trembled at the tenderness of it, his mouth soft now as a feather brushing across her lips. She was deeply shaken by the gentle way he chafed the feeling back into her wrists, kissing the pulse point of each in tender homage before gently turning her into his warmth as he nestled her back against his hard chest. She suddenly sneezed, for there was a fine dust in the air, how strange, but the thought quickly melted into the darkness as sleep finally overtook her. She couldn’t believe how warm she felt, cradled so tightly in his arms as he completely curled himself around her, even his silver tail coming up to curl along her flank, tickling her belly as her bemused mind finally succumbed to exhaustion.
ooOOOoo
When she woke in the morning, he was gone. On the nightstand, there was a note. She reached for it with shaking fingers, somehow knowing what it would contain and suddenly dreading the emptiness that once again loomed before her.The elegant characters blurred, two wet drops slowly expanding as the thin paper absorbed them. A loud rat-a-tappy-tat on the front door jerked her head up, and she swiped at her eyes with the back of one hand as she looked stupidly around for her clothes. The knocks grew louder, more impatient, as she yanked on her jeans and fumbled a shirt from Kurama’s closet. Hurrying down the hall, she pulled the door open, eyes widening at the tall, red-haired man standing before her.
“J-Jin?”
“Lily?” he said, smile blinding in his delight. “Why, lass, aren’t you but the sweetest sight for me sore eyes!”
Sango burst into tears.