InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Poison of Erised! ❯ Chapter Six - The Feral Nymph Gives a Gift! ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter Six - The Feral Nymph Gives a Gift!

The Poison of Erised!

by Vyncent

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That voice. That voice she had heard once before. She heard it again, and it drew her. Drew her with a promise of pleasure and need that she could not ignore. It was a promise of pleasure that she didn't want to ignore.

It was a strange music. A song that spoke to her soul, and called to her blood. It made her feel so warm, safe, wanted...loved. It conjured up images of carnal pleasure that if she had been in her right mind, would have left her blushing in shame. As it was, instead of shame, she was flushed with excitement and expectation. Even now the images flashing before her eyes, left her moaning as a coil of heat built and began to tighten in her nether regions. It was the heat of desire and it left her already wet in her need and hunger.

She had to answer that call, heed its demand, or the pain filled hunger she felt growing inside would become unbearable. Following the pull just as before, the little Miko walked away from the safe circle of her friends. Just as the last time, she moved as silently as an inu stalking its prey. Her senses, once again seemed heightened bringing the sights, sounds, and smells of things that otherwise went unnoticed by the average ningen to her mind.

On some unconscious level she was able to interpret the signals that her newly heightened senses fed to her tightly focused mind. Instincts that she already relied on, but didn't understand fully, seemed to revel with the new sources of information, and aided her in her travel in ways that she would not have understood if she had been consciously aware of them.

She paid no more heed to them now, than she had done before. All that held her every conscious thought was the pain of her hunger and the pull to be somewhere other than here. Where she was not sure, but she knew that when she got there, she would know it was where she was meant to be.

Although only in quarter phase, the moon was still bright enough to outline the small, barely noticeable path that she followed. Its light glittered on the leaves of the passing shrubs and smaller trees, each seeming to act as a guide to lead her to her destination.

While it was not as hot and humid has it had been, it was still warm, and she soon could feel the thin film of perspiration covering her body. But with the sweat, came the clinging restriction of damp clothing. With the irritation of the clothing, came the hands with a mind of their own.

A small shrub became host to a shirt, while a small tree sported a skirt. A innocent and unassuming small bush was decorated haphazardly with a garland that look suspiciously like a bra. With the sweat soaked fabric now gone, there was a slight relief to the heated fever of her body, with the gentle breeze that caressed her skin. But even that relief was short lived as the fleeting images of a similar night continued to flash before her lust hazed vision.

While they were quick, they were still intense. Each image added to her heightened senses, building her hunger. To anyone listening to her passing, they would have thought she fought for breath much as a runner after a long trek. Such was the force of her panting, as she felt her hunger grow stronger and more painful by the moment. Her conscious thought was almost non-existent, as the sensations rushing through her overwhelmed whatever might have passed for rational thought, even to the point of once again not noticing when she had passed through a spirit shield similar to the one from a few long nights ago.

A pair of golden orbs watched all of her actions with an eager anticipation of his own. His own passion was building to a fevered pitch as he watched her every move, caught her every moaning breath, and savored every delicious whiff of her scent on the breeze. Yes, this would be another delightful, lust filled, and passionate night. He looked forward to enjoying every moment, and ever inch of his claim on his prize.

Her last article of clothing was just beginning to irritate when she reached her destination. The Youkai Lord stood hidden in the shadows, watching as his little wood nymph came into view from the far side of the small clearing to which he had lured her. The ethereal setting had been worth the effort of finding, as the memories of the alluring creature and sight before him would last him for all eternity.

At first glance the small clearing almost seemed to sparkle. Small glittering and glowing flashes danced across the small space. Closer inspection proved that the glittering was caused by the moonlight dancing on the petals of thousands of assorted white flowers. Some just beautiful, others fragrant, some small, others large, some on short delicate stems, and others growing on vines that covered the large forms of old dead trees. The heady fragrance of moonflowers, and roses filled the air, accented with the scent of fragrant herbs.

As the breeze blew across the clearing, it made the assorted snowy white blossoms dance and wave, giving the impression of blue white glitter dancing in the moon's beautiful light. What accented this surreal setting further, was the dancing of thousands of glowing fireflies, drifting above the flowers like small sparks of fire.

Casting a glamour over the whole scene was the drifting mist of a nearby hot spring, lending an air of a surreal fairytale just waiting for someone to start the story that was waiting to unfold. And in the midst of it all, a raven haired wood nymph feeling that she had reached the place where she had been called, slowly made her way to the banks of the hot spring.

A sheen of perspiration covering her lightly tanned and exposed skin made her almost glow in the light caste by Brother Moon. She was a creature of nature, born to be a part of it, at one with it. This setting left no doubt of that to the mind of the lustful Youkai as he watched her and his passion grew, beginning to overwhelm his barriers controlling his raging beast just as it had happened a few short nights back, almost an eternity ago.

She reached the side of the springs, and squatted down beside the waters letting her fingers trail in the water. He could hear her labored breathing, even from where he stood. A soft and gentle breeze wafted in his direction, carrying with it the scent of her desire and the sound of her blood calling to his own.

The Great and Terrible Taiyoukai prided himself on the strength of his emotional and mental controls and barriers. He had spent centuries perfecting them, for reasons so far in the past that the only one who knew why was the Taiyoukai himself. It was rumoured that his retainer knew as well, but if Jaken did, the little toad was never caught speaking of it.

Those controls and barriers were being torn down yet again, this night. Just watching her, scenting her, desiring her, tore at his controls like nothing he had ever known. His Youkai raged like the caged animal it was, screaming to get to the onna before him.

His own desire was so strong, he could no longer stand the pain of his own need. Even as he stood there, fighting both sides of himself, a growl of heated passion escaped him. Despite his efforts to retain some measure of control over himself, his body moved almost of it own accord, as he began to step from the shadows towards her.

Despite himself or perhaps because of himself, he too, began to divest himself of his apparel. Carefully, he removed his swords. Even in his lust filled Youkai state of mind, they were prized possessions that warranted reverential care. It was, however, the only real pause in his forward motion, as with each step another part of his clothing was either discarded or loosened to be removed.

His amour was next, followed by his haori, his obi having been left with his swords. His boots soon followed, and with a grace few could boast of, he merely stepped out of his hakama with one fluid lithe motion. Like her with her underwear, the Great Taiyoukai was down to just his loin cloth, once again choosing to offer what reassurance he could to the skittish nymph by the spring. With each step, another chink in the barriers that held in his Youkai broke down his long, tightly held controls, and he knew that it would not be long before they were totally gone.

Just as before, she was nervous. It was not because she was not looking forward to seeing him again. No, in fact, she was so anxious to see him again that it almost overrode every other thought she had. She was nearly in pain for want of him, the sight of him, his touch, his caress, the feel of his heated flesh against her own. She had to see him, had to touch him, had to be touched by him.

But she was again alone. It was dark, but for the light of the moon, and she was in an unfamiliar place, even if it was beautiful. Without his presence, as he had been there the other night, her uncertainty tried to take the reins of reason. Would he come for her, as his call had promised? Did he truly want her, as his caresses of the other night seemed to suggest? If he did come, would he let her touch him, as he had before and would he touch her as she so hoped that he would?

While much of her mind was tightly focused on her increasing need and hunger, a small part of her could not help but be afraid. With the lingering threads of doubt beginning to build in the back of her mind, her fear started to push at her. Coupled with senses heightened beyond what she was used to having, she was more skittish than she might otherwise have been. So at the unexpected sound behind her, she spun around crouching low to see what was coming at her.

At the sight of the beautiful feral nymph once more standing almost naked before him, his beast screamed again to be free. The last shreds of his control slipped still further from his grasp as a growl of promised lust filled the air. His Blood Beast was once again calling to the female before him. Once again it was soothing her, and feeding her desire in the inu ways. Some part of the Taiyoukai's mind registered this, and wondered in awe at how she responded. It even asked why. But his reason was being swept away by his Youkai breaking free of his controls leaving him almost shaking.

Even as he continued to approach her, in as least a threatening manner as possible, he could see that the growl of his inu was having the desired affect on the beauty standing by the spring. Slowly she moved from her defensive crouch to her knees, her head lowered a little, hiding her face with her hair. Moments later, an answering growl could be heard emanating from her, drawing his Youkai further from the final tattered remains of control that the Taiyoukai had.

The rush of need hit him with a wave of heat so strong that he felt fevered and was panting even before he reached her. Standing right in front of her now, he lowered himself to his knees, his hand reaching out to touch her. He ran his fingers through her silken tresses, letting his claws lightly graze her skin.

Her breathing became erratic at his touch, her scent spiking and rushing to his loins. The need gripped him so strongly that he could hardly talk. Still he forced himself to speak to his feral, arousing, growling, desirable mate.

"What do you wish of me, Miko?" he asked, wanting to hear her plead for his touch. She surprised him, however, as he fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her face up to let him look into her face. Her hooded eyes prevented him from seeing her cerulean orbs, but at his question she slowly opened them, letting him see the heat of her desire in a pair of blood red orbs.

::I need you...touch me...Onegai...take me again.::

::Mine...Hai...my bitch...as you wish.::

His Youkai was in full control now, beyond his rational mind's ability to restrain. The erotic depths of her blood red eyes, the shivering of her breasts from her panted breathing, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and the lustful growl of passion that begged for his beast to take her, broke every known barrier he had ever created. There was no longer a Youkai Lord and a Miko joining in the clearing beside a hot spring. Instead there were two feral beasts claiming what was theirs, uncaring of whether the world knew about it or not.

At the sight of those glowing, blood, red rubies, hazed with passion and desire, Sesshoumaru captured her lips in a hungry and heated kiss, driving his tongue into every corner of her mouth. His hand roamed down her back, caressing the heated skin, as it traveled lower and lower, exploring every dip and curve of her body. The supple curve of her hip, the arch of her back, the lush fullness of her rear cheeks, oh how wonderful they felt in his hand. When he reached the offending obstruction of her last garment, a quick flick of his claws and that the barrier was gone and forgotten. Oh, what he would not give to have two hands to run over her heated flesh.

Her own hands found his chest, and eagerly caressed the steel muscles held firmly in check beneath the silken skin. His own growls of passion increased with the feather light touch of her fingers. The vibrations rubbing against her heated flesh sent delightful shivers through her body. Her hands made their own path, trailing random patterns over his passion sensitive skin. Just has he had removed her last garment, the path of her hands loosened his loin cloth allowing it to fall away.

The path of his hand found its way back up her spine and fisted into her hair again, pulling her head back and to the side to expose her neck to his ministrations and his mark to his hungry mouth. As she found herself yielding willingly to his every touch and caress, her hands grabbed onto his shoulders needing to anchor herself to something solid as she was lost to the waves of desire that carried her away.

He trailed a path of fiery kisses and nips down her neck, pausing to nip and caress his mark, sending jolts of fire through her body. Her desire was so intense that a graze of his fang on his mark left her shuddering in her first release of the evening, the alluring nectar of her body, pooling between her knees on the ground below.

He latched almost viciously onto one of her nipples, drawing the heated mound into his hot and hungry mouth with a growl. His fangs broke skin, and his mouth eagerly sucked at the blood till it coated his tongue and eased down his throat. At the mixture of pained pleasure, she groaned and her lustful growl became more intense and encouraging.

His hand found its way to the treasured nest between her thighs, as she easily and eagerly opened herself to his explorations. As his fingers sought and found her tight and writhing passage, she bucked hard into his hand driving his fingers into her core, hard and to the knuckles. At her growled groan of delight and the shudder that race through her body, he drew back and slammed his fingers deep and hard, back into her tight passage.

By now she was meeting his violent thrusts into her writhing depths, with hard thrusts of her own. To provide her some support in her passionate drive, his tail wrapped easily around her waist and behind her, helping to steady her as he continued to slam his fingers deep into her wet folds, and his mouth moved to devour her neglected breast.

The coiled heat, burning in her nether regions grew hotter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers into her writhing, hot, dripping passage. For the second time, she stiffened and convulsed in heady release, her muscles clamping hard around his fingers, trying to pull his hand in deeper.

Giving her a moment to come down from the resulting high, the Youkai eagerly licked the sweet nectar from his fingers. His growl of lustful delight at the taste was answered by an equally lustful growl of her own.

Without hesitation, the Youkai pulled the desirable nymph closer, lifting her up with the aid of his tail, allowing her to straddle him as he sat back on his heels. In one smooth, swift motion he had her in position over him, and rammed up as he slammed her down on his rock hard and pained arousal. Both could be heard letting out growled, hunger filled groans of delight.

Although they were so caught up in their passion to notice, just as on their previous night of lustful delights, the aura of the Youkai and that of the Miko both coupled in a heated and fiery dance of their own. For those with the sight, the beautiful dance would have left the watcher in awe. Or it would have, provided anyone was daring or crazed enough to be that close to the pair, who were once again bonding as only a matched pair of mating souls could.

Sesshoumaru set a hard and fast pace, and she eagerly begged for more. He shifted slightly. Not much, but enough to hit her sweet spot with every pounding thrust, the heat of her writhing and dripping core, gripping him tightly. The fiery rush of ecstasy that raced through his body, drove him to almost unimaginable heights of desire.

The night was young, and they were only just getting started and he intended to conquer his bitch as often as he possible could in the time that they had. He felt her next release rapidly approaching, his own drove him to increase the pace wanting to be there with her. As the rush started to grip him in heady bliss, he felt his fangs lengthen still further, and threw his head back roaring his claim into the night. As he felt himself spilling over, he sang his fangs into his mark, the rush of blood over his mouth prolonging the mind blowing, body gripping rush.

The two souls above their heads seemed to almost draw back for the briefest of moments, hurl towards each other like to comets ablaze in the night sky, and slam full force into each other, creating a brilliant spectral white light that filled the entire clearing.

Almost immediately, the mated souls now linked as one, slowly settled towards the pair below. Just as both the Youkai and the Miko threw back their heads and roared their claims, the ball of energy settled around them, engulfing the joined couple in its spectral power.

His entire body tingled, as though on fire. His blood boiled, as his still hardened erection writhed and pulsed deep within her folds. Vaguely, he was aware of a stinging sensation on his own throat, where his shoulder and neck met. He had barely registered that his roar of passion had been answered by that of another, equally screaming out their claim to the night.

The tight writhing of her hot and still convulsing passage, was enough to bring him to yet another release, much to his own delight and surprise. The tingling he could feel all over his body, intensified with the release to the point that he almost felt like he was being burned from the inside out. Strangely, it felt almost painful and for the briefest of seconds it almost scared him in its intensity, but as the rush of his second release claimed what little awareness he had that brief sense of fear subsided, replaced by a feeling of warm acceptance. He welcomed the flood of fire that coursed through his veins, giving in to it freely and without question.

She clung to him with everything she had. Her arms wrapped around his chest, holding him tightly to her. Her legs were locked around his waist, keeping the two locked together as the powerful rushing release held both of them convulsing in their pleasure. Twin growls of approval met each other as the two freely gave themselves to the sensations of their overwhelmed senses.

As he withdrew his fangs, and lapped up the blood slowly oozing from his renewed mark, he felt a rush of heated desire burn through his body once more. At first in confused him, because the feeling accompanied that of the hot caress of a heated and hungry tongue along his pulse point on his neck.

His Youkai growled in complete acceptance and approval, and he heard an answering growl respond in kind. When another rush of desire raced through him, something in the back of his mind, a part of his rational self, registered that there was more to this feeling than he realized.

He drew back for a moment to look at the nymph he held in his arms. She looked up at him with those alluring, lust glazed and erotic, blood red eyes, the depths of which pulling at his soul as he looked deep into them. She reached up to run an unnoticed clawed finger along one of the stripes on his face. At the touch, he leaned into it, almost purring at the feeling of her caress.

Steadying her with his strong arm, her legs still wrapped around his waist as he continued to sit back on his knees, he reached up to run his own clawed finger along the silken skin of her own cheek. As she leaned into the touch of his claw, a soft and soothing growl, almost purr like in sound, emanated from her speaking to his Youkai. A warm and sexy smile graced her lips, her eyes showing that she was spent, at least for the moment.

::Now.....Mine....Too!::

With that declaration, her body slumped against his, as she lost consciousness. He just barely kept her from slipping from his grasp to keep her from sliding to the ground. Adjusting the grip with his tail, he moved to lay them both on their sides. She must have had a lingering fear of his leaving her, however, as even in her unconscious state she tightened her grip on him. It took a bit to accomplish this, as she still held to him in an almost death like grip.

His Youkai, happier than the Taiyoukai had ever seen him before, calmed his wood nymph with his growling, and eased her legs to allow him to move one of them and lower them to the ground, still joined securely at the hip. Once there, he pulled her close to his chest and let her rest as he took the time to marvel at the sight that had caught his attention.

The Youkai had been too stunned to respond to that claim, and not just because of the Inuyoukai words that graced the ears of his beast. No, it was more than her claim that had not only gained his attention, but for the moment the shock of his revelation gave the Taiyoukai back his almost steel like control of himself.

He traced the line of her cheek and the silken, flawless skin of her face. He ran his claws through her hair, gently pulling it aside when the marvel of the sensations under his questing fingers noticed something else unexpected. There, where none had existed before, was the most delicate and erotically exquisite pointed ear he had ever seen or touched. At least not touched with the fingers and claws of his now restored left arm.

The very arm that his brother had taken from him. The arm that he had longed to have these past five years. The arm that seemed to be a gift from the little Miko, now snuggled warmly in his arms, and nestled against his chest. With the fingers of that same arm, he slowly ran the pads along his own neck, pausing briefly when he encountered what he expected to find. He pulled them back to look at them, noticing the small traces of blood on the tips.

It was a mate's mark. Her mark. The mark that she had given him to declare her claim on him as her mate. The mark that had now completed the bonding of two souls, while allowing a joining that permitted her to gift him with something that she knew he had wanted for a long time.

Even unconscious, she still responded to him. His touch, his scent, and with the link created by their mating marks, there was now a link between their minds that permitted each to sense the feelings of the other. He felt a pull at his own senses, and noticed her scenting the air. Looking at her, he realized that the small amount of his own blood on his fingers had caught her attention.

Still held enthralled by the events of the past few long and wonderful moments, he gently held the bloodied tip of his newly acquired clawed finger to her mouth. Almost immediately her tongue darted out to wrap sensually around the offered appendage, and draw it into her mouth. Allowing her to do so, he groaned as he felt his body respond to the gentle sucking on his finger, the rush of passion's fire racing up his new arm and right to his loins.

Involuntarily, his hips flexed, as he felt himself hardening again. His body's reaction pulled a corresponding reaction from her, as she groaned with the pleasure of him still being buried deep in her hot core. She flexed her own muscles returning the pleasure. Both were so sensitive to each other's slightest motion or touch that even just the act of breathing causing their chests to rise and fall, contributed to their once again rising lust, as her breasts brushed against his chest.

With her groan, she released his finger. Now that his newly restored hand was free, he immediately filled it with the weight and feel of one of her breasts. For a while, he just held his hand there, enjoying the very fact that he had a hand to hold there. The warmth of her skin filling his palm was a sensual marvel to the newly formed flesh of his hand.

He was like a young pup, who had just been handed the one thing that was most precious to him and that he had desired above all else in the world. The circumstances surrounding this gift, left him feeling like he had not felt in so long that he forgot that he could feel this light of heart, cheerful, and happy.

Remembering how she seemed to enjoy the way that he handled her luscious, sweet mounds, he began to massage the one in his hand firmly. Not enough to cause harm, but enough to bring a growled groan of desire from her lips. Soon he was rolling, pinching, and twisting the areola between his fingers, and the nipple between his claws.

A light flick of his claw, pricked the skin of the areola, bringing blood seeping out. The action pulled another moan from her lips as the scent wreathing around his head along with her spiking scent of arousal. Seeing the enticing jewel of blood forming on her flesh, he leaned his head towards the open invitation, and hungrily sucked it hard, drawing it deep into his hot and eager mouth. His own lustful growl, sending vibrations through her breast and body, once again setting her own blood to boiling.

The taste of her passion heated blood on his tongue was the sweetest ambrosia. He savored every drop, letting it feed the hunger of his need, and the fire of his lust. As he continued to feast on the desirable mound, he let his hand enjoy the feel of her sweat slicked and heated flesh. He ran it down to her side, along her waist, sensually tracing each curve and dip on her body.

He continued to let his fingers make their way along her soft and supple skin, massaging random patterns as they went. The soft, silkiness of her skin, the sensual curve of her waist, the supple feel of her rear cheeks, the firm muscle of her thigh as it lay along his side. All were sensual delights to the Taiyoukai with his newly restored arm and hand.

Soon, her awareness returned with the lure of the sensual pleasures that he inflicted upon her welcoming body. She found her own means for returning the gift of his touch. Her growl deepened, becoming more and more lustful. Her chest and sides rising and falling rapidly with the rapid panting of her breath. She flexed the muscles of her dripping passage, still sheathing his hot, pulsing arousal. Her own hands found their own paths to teasing the Great Lord, one running through his hair, to stop and trace the outer shell of his almost elven ears, while the other found delight in tracing random patterns on the heated flesh of his chest.

He responded to her with his own answering lust filled growl, still hungrily suckling on her breast. His hand continued to stroke her supple rear cheek for a moment longer, before firmly grasping the warming flesh. Both groaned in delight, as he rolled them until she was situated beneath him, being careful to stay sheathed deep into her hot and welcoming passage.

Bracing his weight on his heels, he kept her hips elevated on his thighs, so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. This freed up both of his hands, so that he could fill both of them with the supple warmth of her breasts. Having suckled to his heart's content on one of them, he grabbed the neglect left breast in his right hand, and began massaging it just as he had the first one.

Being able to hold both of her breasts at once in his two hands, was such a wonderful feeling. He was soon rolling the areola of both in his fingers, and the nipples in his claws, pinching and twisting them in the rough manner he had found brought her the most pleasure, as he assaulted her neck with his lips, tongue, and fangs. As he nuzzled into his mark, nipping and running his hot tongue over her skin, she growled her own pleasure, lifting her chin to bare her throat more for his attention.

Each kiss was like fire, each stroke of his tongue sent shockwaves of heated desire rushing through her. Her blood felt like flames were racing through her veins singing out to him with each nip of his fangs. What pain there was fueled the hunger and the pleasure, meshing into one overwhelmingly sensual assault to the senses that was like taking an aphrodisiac and neither able to get enough.

As their passion grew with the heated moment, so did their almost frantic lust for each other. All that matter the most to them, was that they were together, sharing in a heated embrace that both wanted equally, and that no one could stop.

She reached up and ran her own hot and hungry tongue over the shell of his ear. The shuddering rush of heat this caused, raced to his loins, and further hardened his painfully throbbing arousal, still deeply embedded in her rippling, hot sheath. She made her own trails on his body, just as he was on hers. Her claws leaving scratches of their own, and her fangs leaving marks on his flesh.

Growling in delight, he could not stop the flexing of his muscles that thrust him deeper into her hot and writhing depths. Trying to stay in control of himself this once, he forced his motions to a slow, drawn out rhythm. He didn't know how long he could maintain this painfully slow pace, but just the attempt was challenge enough to try.

He was so caught in the heat of the moment, and trying to keep his pace steady that her next action caught him off guard, and broke his determination to stay in control of his beast. From his ear, she grazed a path with her fangs and tongue down his neck to her own mark. At the rush of sensual delight that coursed like molted lave through his veins, he lunged forward with his hips, driving himself deeper into her writhing passage, only to pull out and drive back in with all of his being.

Once again, his control on his Youkai slipped his reins, and in the hedonistic bliss that was engulfing every sense that he had, he welcomed the loss of control. His Youkai roared his pleasure and freedom to the skies and began pounding into her hot, wet depths, reaching for that sweet spot that would send her rippling around his pulsing shaft.

She ran her clawed hand down his back, and grabbed his hips for support, as she met him thrust for thrust, ramming herself harder and harder onto his aching arousal. Her own roar of pleasure was almost equal to his, as it too, filled the skies.

Once again the sensations that she had only felt building when she was with him, coiled inside to the point of almost being painful. Her heart raced, her pulse throbbed, the music of her blood sang to his soul crying her need, her hunger, her desire, her passion for him.

Her body started to quiver in the now familiar feeling of her impending release. Growling in lust filled glee, the Youkai increased his already rapid pace. He leaned down again, and ran his tongue and fangs over his mark, sensing how his actions further fueled the fiery sensations that coursed through her body.

Eagerly with both hands, he grabbed and lifted her hips, shifting the angle just enough to hit her sweet spot. Pounding deep into her writhing passage, he growled as her muscles gripped him with vice like strength as she peaked and buried her fangs into her mark on his neck for the second time that night.

At the overwhelming rush of power and fire between her fangs buried in the mark on his neck, and the vice-like grip of her rippling sheath around his aching shaft, he threw his head back once again, growling his claim on the writhing bitch beneath him, and sank his fangs back into his own mark on her neck.

::Good...so sweet...such a beautiful, hot, bitch...Mine...my bitch...::

The Youkai pulled her tightly to him, rolling once more to bring them both on their sides, and allowing him to lie beside her, allowing them both to breathe. The effects of the Potion seemed to be doing far more than what the old witch had promised. Just as he had hoped, her passion for him was almost insatiable, and her stamina was almost equal to his own.

As a mere ningen, with nothing to enhance her in anyway, she would have long since been out cold from the exertions of the evening. As it was, she was not only conscious, she was still running her hands....claws...over his body, like she could not get enough of touching him. The innocence of the touch, the purity of her soul, the erotic sound of her feral growl, all seemed to just make her that much more desirable to the Youkai.

Some deep seated part of his rational self seemed to wonder if these strange changes were natural to the way the Potion was supposed to work, or if it was something else. If it was a natural effect of the Potion, why had not the old witch told him about it? Was there a chance that these changes would become permanent? If so, when and how? Were they reversible? Or were they some unexpected side effect of the Potion and who it was used on? Could it have something to do with the mix of the Potion, his youkai blood, and her Miko blood? Did it have something to do with his youki and her Miko?

Unfortunately, these questions were but fleeting thoughts in the back of the Taiyoukai's mind. Much of the night was still ahead of them, and his Youkai was not the only one looking to enjoy the delicious treasures of the bitch that he held and had claimed as his own, and she continued to offer.

Eagerly he accepted her offer, rolling her over onto her stomach and up onto her knees. She growled in delight has he rammed his hardness deep into her hot folds. As he set a hard and fast pace, a portion of his mind was considering the nearby hot springs and what their next round would be like if......

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Dictionary

Baka - Idiot

Chikushou - Damn

Doushite - Why

Fujo - Witch

Hanyou - Half Demon

Hiraikotsu - actually translates as 'Come Flying Skills' and is the name of Sango's boomerang

Houshi - Monk

Inu - Dog

Kazaana - Wind Void/Tunnel - Miroku's curse from Naraku

Kitsune - Fox Demon

Miko - Shrine Maiden

Mononoke - Animal Spirit - Kirara would be considered an mononoke as she has no human form

Neko - Cat

Okaa-san - Mother

Onee - Older Sister

Onna - Woman

Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively

Shakoju - Staff - the one that Miroku carries and wields

Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards

Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls

Shishi - Lion

Taijiya - Demon Exterminator

Taiyoukai - Demon Lord

Tenshi - Angel

Tenseiga - Sacred Life Fang

Tetsusaiga - Iron Pulverizing Fang

Youkai - Demon

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