Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Kazemaru and Miharu ❯ Chapter 22

Warning: this chapter contains explicit sexual material. Abandon hope, all ye who enter here!! Lol.

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Miharu was studying the sleeve of her new kimono, trying to figure out what the material was. It was fairly thin, and felt like very, very soft silk, but it had a strange feel. If she folded it slowly, it would take any shape. But if she tried to pinch it quickly it resisted momentarily. She was wondering how it would react to getting wet when she heard the sound of wings and then footsteps outside the cave. She composed herself quickly, trying to smooth away non-existent wrinkles in the material on her lap.

 

When Kaze walked in and saw her, he stopped. He stared at her a moment, and then smiled. “I thought you might like that one,” he said as he closed the distance between them. “It was one of my mother's favorites.”

 

She blushed, suddenly feeling unworthy. “Thank you… Thank you so much. For all of it. I've never seen so many. And they are all so wonderful! I just, I never even…”

 

He grinned, and she stopped, blushing deeper. Suddenly she looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. “Oh, I should stop babbling. You look exhausted. Come sit down. Tell me where you've been.”

 

He sat down beside her, sighing. “Putting up barriers is difficult work, even for such a daiyokai as myself,” he said lightly.

 

She tilted her head to the side. “Barriers?”

 

He grinned again. “I put one around Kurihama palace. Any human can come or go without even noticing it, but no yokai can get in. That way they will be safe while they recuperate.”

 

He watched the grin spread across her face slowly. “Oh, thank you, Kaze…” she bit her lip, knowing that he had done it for her.

 

He smiled. “I gather that you like your wedding presents?” he shifted the topic.

 

“Oh yes!” she smiled, but then the smile faded. “It's just… when I took out this kimono, it looked much too big. But when I put it on, it fit me, almost too small.”

 

Almost too small indeed. Miharu was completely unaware that as far as Yokai tastes went, she had chosen the most provocative of all the kimonos. “It's enchanted.”

 

Her eyes went wide.

 

“It is made to fit whoever puts it on, and changes as they change. Like my armor.”

 

Miharu looked to his breastplate, which had not changed size or shape. Rather, the straps had stretched the proper distance to hold on his shoulder guards. She silently realized that his mother would have changed like this, as well.

 

“What is it made out of?” she asked, her curiosity swelling.

 

“Silver.”

 

She frowned. “What?”

 

He laughed a little. “It is pure silver, once again enchanted to move and feel like silk. As an added bonus, it will protect against a swift attack.”

 

She simply nodded, a little overwhelmed. She fingered the material, and then looked up, trying to digest everything around her. At last she began to stare at his wings.

 

He shifted nervously. “Does my appearance unsettle you? I can change back if you like.” He was tired, and he didn't feel like going back just yet, but he could understand why she would be uncomfortable, even a little scared of him.

 

“Don't.” she stared a moment longer, one of her hands rising of its own will. “Can I…?” she whispered.

 

He smiled. She was curious, not afraid. “Of course.”

 

She lifted herself to her feet, her movements as fluid as the dress she wore. She walked to his side, and tentatively reached out a hand towards his wing. She brushed it ever so lightly, and it jerked back reflexively. She made a little squeak of surprise.

 

He chuckled. “I'm sorry. They are very sensitive, and it tickled.”

 

She smiled, enthralled. “It tickled?”

 

He nodded.

 

She reached out, placing her hand against his wing more firmly, running her hand along the leathery hide stretched between the long bones. He extended them so she could feel the skin stretched taut. “It's warm…”

 

“They're not dead, you know. They'll bleed,” he said jokingly.

 

“Oh,” was her simple response. She sat down in front of him again, and reached a hand out to the strange foot which was crossed over the other. She found the skin to be smoother, and at last came to the claws.

 

“Careful!” he snatched her hands away, lest her curiosity earn her a sliced finger. “They are very sharp.”

 

She took his hands in her own, studying them as well. At last she looked up into his face, dropping his hands and tracing the pattern of his markings. She stared into his eyes for a long time, going back and forth between the two. He knew they looked strange when he was like this, little slits of blue with no pupil, and the red mark through the right hand one, the last remaining scar of when he had lost that eye. He noticed slowly that she was coming closer to him, raising up and leaning in, her eyes closing.

 

He kissed her. Her little curious gestures had stirred his desires, and now at the end of the day, after fighting and delegating and barriers and everything, all he wanted was her. And he wanted her badly. She made a surprised sound as he lifted her up and into his lap, still kissing her. He wound his claws through her long hair, and slid his tongue over her lips, demanding entrance.

 

She shivered, reveling in the strange, buzzing feel, guessing that it had something to do with his transformed state. She opened her mouth to him, tasting his mouth, her own tongue tangling with his. Carefully, she traced the line of his fang, and then returned to kissing him enthusiastically.

 

Kaze knew he was playing with fire. She was so small, and so fragile, eventually something was going to go wrong. And then it did. He drew her lower lip beneath his teeth and she moaned, but then she made a sound that was not a moan at all. She jerked back and he released her immediately, opening his eyes to see her pressing her hand against her mouth. When she pulled it away, there was a tiny red speck on her thumb. Not much, but enough. It was blood.

 

Kaze lifted her out of his lap and gently deposited her on the floor before stalking off out into the larger area of the cave. He held his face in his hands a moment and then passed them through his loose hair. It wasn't anything serious, he told himself. Just a little nick. He was lucky. It could have been much worse. But the fact was, he had hurt her, and now she was bleeding. He could smell it in the air, Hell, he could taste it. And his reaction to that was unsettling.

 

He turned around to face her. She didn't look scared. She looked worried. Worried for him. Her naïveté was in itself comforting. He wasn't sure he could live with himself if she were afraid of him.

 

“This is dangerous. I'm going to change back.” She nodded.

 

Miharu stood watching as Kaze pulsed, melting into the human-like figure she was more familiar with. Once more he took on an ethereal look, and she smiled a little.

 

“What?” he asked as he walked back to her, rolling his shoulders to become accustomed to this form.

 

“You look more… real when you are transformed,” she explained.

 

He frowned a little. “More real? What do you mean?”

 

She tilted her head, thinking. Her lip had already healed, and she acted as if the incident were blessedly forgotten. “I had always thought you looked somehow unreal, like a reflection of something, like you didn't fit or you weren't really there, like a ghost. But when you've transformed, you look very real. Sort of… natural.”

 

He chuckled. “That would be because it is my natural state. We learn to adopt these smaller forms to conserve energy, and we live longer. But I always feel rather confined this way.”

 

She nodded, smiling. He slipped off his armor, which had shrunk to it's original size, and leaned it against the wall. He noted with regret that the mood had been completely dissipated by his slip-up, and searched for a way to reclaim it. He studied the way the kimono looked on her, and decided he liked it very much. And then he saw his opening.

 

“That kimono looks very nice on you.” He smiled, and she thanked him. “But you've done it up too much.”

 

She looked confused, and he urged her to stand up. “These,” he placed a finger against the sash she had wound around her middle several times, “Are supposed to be longer. They trail behind, you see.”

 

“Oh…” Miharu looked down, seemingly disappointed.

 

“Here,” Kaze smiled wryly, and moved against her, reaching behind her and under her hair for the bow, “I'll show you.” He whispered against her ear, smiling all the while.

 

Miharu's eyes went wide and she gasped as Kaze slowly pulled out the bow that tied her sash. Blushing profusely, she breathed shallowly as he unwound the thin strip of material slowly, and she was very conscious of the fact that he was, in fact, undressing her. And that he was already half undressed. When he had almost completely undone the sash, she caught it from his hands and tied it again, throwing the extra out behind her.

 

“Like this?” she smiled, pretending very hard not to know what he was up to.

 

Kaze took a step back, letting his eyes wander the length of her figure, and nodded. “Yes.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, and after a moment of hesitation she responded. He slid his hands onto her shoulders, sighing at the feel of her bare skin. She sighed as well, and kissed him fervently.

 

Without warning Kaze swung her up into his arms. Miharu cried out a little in surprise. “What the…”

 

Kaze began to walk towards the bed against the wall, and she managed to wriggle out of his grasp, nearly falling to the floor. “Kaze, no… I can't.” she gave up on pretending.

 

He simply smiled, taking a strand of her hair and playing with it a little. “Why not?” he leaned in very close, making her breath catch. “Don't you want to?”

 

Miharu closed her eyes and sighed. “Yes. But!” she held up her hands as he went to pick her up again. “I can't.”

 

He stopped, taking her seriously. She sighed, and began to explain the concept of Mizuage, how she had been raised chaste and not allowed to take lovers as the other girls were. It was something her father used as a bargaining tool for her marriage, and was very valuable.

 

“But you're going to marry me, aren't you?” He was a little confused.

 

She smiled. “Well, yes, but we aren't married yet.” She pointed out.

 

He sighed, and rested his hands on her arms. “Miharu, I don't think we'll ever be the way you're thinking of. Even if your father agrees, there very likely won't be a ceremony.” He said it softly, trying not to hurt her feelings.

 

She bit her lip and looked to the side. “I know…”

 

“And you said that if you're father didn't agree that you would still be mine.”

 

She looked back at him. “Yes.” There was no doubt in her voice.

 

“So we're not asking his permission. You could say that we were asking only for his blessing.”

 

She nodded, and he smiled. “Which means, we might as well already be married.”

 

She frowned for a moment, and then dawning realization made its way across her features. “You're right…” she breathed. “then I…” She made a strange squeaking noise and pressed her hands against her mouth until her knuckles were white. For one horrifying moment, Kaze thought she would cry.

 

“But I… I don't…” her hands made strange little fluttering gestures as she struggled to find words. “I'm not ready! I'm not… done up or anything, I'm just—”

 

Kaze interrupted her with a kiss, calming her nerves. He gathered that she was concerned about her appearance, and smiled. “You look exquisite. You don't know it, but you managed to pick out the finest kimono of the bunch. This,” he ran a finger along her exposed shoulder, “Is to some Yokai what a low-back kimono is to humans.” He didn't add that most yokai women dressed provocatively on a regular basis.

 

Miharu blushed. Only Geisha wore that sort of thing in public, although she knew some rich women dressed up that way for their husbands. “Oh…” She paused a moment, smiling feebly. “It's just a bit of a surprise…”

 

Kazemaru smiled and leaned his forehead against hers, running his fingers through her hair. “Miharu, if you don't want to… I would never force you. You know that, right?”

 

She nodded a little, and then hugged him. He sighed, and continued to smooth her already perfect hair. He silently cursed himself for not guessing she would react this way. He hadn't thought she would be so reluctant….

 

Miharu tilted her head up, and he looked to her, finding her expression unreadable. She bit her lip just a little for a moment, and then she reached up and twined her fingers in his loose hair, gently pulling him down to kiss her. She seemed shy all of a sudden, and he wasn't sure how to respond. Her hands slowly wandered down onto his chest, and he realized that she had been avoiding touching him since he had changed back. She stopped kissing him and watched her hands move over his chest as if their movements were a mystery to her. He cupped her chin in his hand and drew her face up to his.

 

“Is this what you want?” he asked, afraid of the answer.

 

She nodded, silent, and he finally placed the look on her face: longing.

 

He smiled and let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He kissed her quickly and then swung her up into his arms again. She made a similar surprised sound, but didn't fight him this time. He walked over and sat on the bed, holding her in his lap. He decided he liked having her in his lap a lot, and kissed her again.

 

Miharu pulled back and smiled a little.

 

“I love you,” Kaze said without thinking. It was so natural for him to say it. He slid his hand down along her waist and hip and she closed her eyes, enjoying it.

 

“I love you too, Kaze…” the last half of his name was gasped as he slid a hand between the folds of her kimono to brush against the silk of her stockings. She had stiffened, too, and he chuckled, kissing her again so she would relax. He moved his hand downward, taking the stocking with it, and then traced a line back up the inside of her leg, enjoying the little whimper this elicited from her. He repeated the process on the other stocking, and stopped kissing her to view his handiwork. Her kimono had fallen open, revealing her pale smooth legs. He licked his lips and looked into her eyes.

 

She, apparently, had an idea. Removing herself from his lap in a fashion that was not entirely unpleasant, she knelt in front of him, the silver of her kimono pooling about her. She reached up and removed the comb that held half of her hair up, letting it fall about her shoulders in ebony waves. Unable to resist, Kazemaru took a few of the strands between his fingers, and then rose to kneel as she had, taking her mouth hungrily. She reached behind herself to undo her sash, but he caught her hands.

 

“No,” he admonished. “I will do that.” She sighed at the feel of his breath against her ear, and nodded obediently, placing her hands against his chest. He slowly pulled out the bow, unwinding the sash and finishing what he had started quite a while ago. At last the sash was undone, and the folds of her kimono slid apart a little from their own weight. He parted the fabric further, sliding it back over her shoulders and down her arms, and she shivered. She freed her hands from the kimono and slowly wrapped her arms around him, the sensation of her cool skin against his exquisite. He kissed her softly, and gently laid her back onto the sheets, pulling back to look at her.

 

She bit her lip, clearly seeking his approval. He bit back a grin, but she saw it anyway. “What's so funny, love?”

 

“The yokata… it's too big for you…”

 

Her eyes went wide. “Too big? But the hem is way above my knees!” she tugged at the offending length, and he caught her hand away, kissing it. He then placed a finger over the hollow of her throat, where the two sides of the yokata met.

 

“The collar should lay open to about here…” he trailed his finger downwards, parting the material, between her breasts and a little below. She gasped, half from his actions and half from what he was saying. “And the hem,” he trailed his finger down to where it lay, just a few inches above her knee, “Should be up here…” He slid his hand along her thigh, lifting the hem until it was at a length that was barely functional. Her back arched automatically and she whimpered again, closing her eyes tightly. He captured her lips then, reacting to her surprise, and he began to kiss down along her neck and shoulder, moving the loose yokata out of the way as he went. He propped himself above her, and she clung on to his arms.

 

Slowly, she slid one hand down his side and, fumbling for a moment, took a hold of him.

 

He stopped his progress, closing his eyes tight and growling. When he opened his eyes Miharu was grinning, her eyes wide, apparently liking the effect of her ministrations. She began to move her hand along his shaft, and he moaned again, dropping towards her a little.

 

“Where did you learn such things?” he breathed.

 

“I can read,” she reminded him coyly. “There was a peddler once, and Father gave me money and permission to buy what I liked. The peddler thought it would be humorous to ruin a young girl like me, and so he gave me the book at a very small cost, and a few cheap ribbons to make a ruse. I read it.”

 

He laughed, throaty. “So I can tell.”

 

She paused, momentarily. “I didn't understand all of it, though. Especially the part about the eel and the cave…”

 

He laughed again. “You're about to.” Not wanting to wait any longer, he pulled the tie which held her yokata together out, and parted the soft cotton to reveal her.

 

He stopped, sighing.

 

“What?” Miharu half-covered herself, half didn't, unsure of what his reaction meant.

 

He shook his head pulling her hands away. “You are so beautiful…” he ran a hand along her stomach, up to cup her breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She arched her back and moaned in response, her head tilting back. “I had thought…” he shook his head. “I knew you were beautiful, Miharu.” He leaned in and kissed the skin just above the swell of her breast. “But I never expected your beauty to exceed everything I've ever seen before.”

 

His words sifted through to her passion-riddled mind, and she frowned a little. “But that would mean…”

 

He smiled and kissed up her neck. “I believe if all human women are as beautiful as you, and that yokai knew this, then the yokai women would be hard-put to find mates. No wonder it's forbidden.”

 

Miharu laughed at that, a clear sound like bells. “You are drunk on passion, my love,” she joked.

 

“No,” he pushed the yokata the rest of the way off of her arms, disrobing her completely. “I am drunk on you. You are…” he took a shaky breath, “intoxicating.”

 

She bit her lip, and watched silently as he took her hand and kissed it, before moving it to the tie on his Hakama, looking to her to remove the last of what separated them.

 

She pulled on the material slowly, the sound of it filling the room. At last it slipped free, and she found herself wrapped in one of Kaze's arms as the other pushed the offending article of clothing away. She shivered at the overwhelming feel of his skin pressed against hers, the full length of her body. Never before had she felt anything like it. No silk, no fabric could even compare. After holding her to him a moment, he lowered her back to the bed, and slid a hand between her thighs, parting them. A few fingers began to move in circular motions over a spot which she had barely paid attention to much less known its purpose before now. She cried out at the incredible sensation, and her fingers clutched the bedcover.

 

“Kaze…” she breathed, begging him for what she knew not.

 

At last he stopped, and she whimpered, wanting more. He chuckled, and kissed her lips softly. He hesitated, and then leaned down to whisper in her ear.

 

“This will hurt, my love, but only for a moment. Hold on to me.”

 

She nodded, a little scared, and wrapped her fingers around his shoulders. He slid himself over her, and then paused a moment.

 

And then the world exploded.

 

It was pain, but it was more. Much, much more. She dug her fingertips into his skin and arched against him. The pain quickly left, leaving behind a burning pleasure that threatened to overtake her.

 

She had stiffened, and while this was somewhat pleasant for Kaze, he knew it would not bode well for Miharu. She had to relax. He bent down and kissed the line of her jaw, whispering.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

She nodded stiffly. Her fingernails were still embedded in his skin.

 

“Now do you understand the eel and the cave?” he asked lightly.

 

Miharu opened her eyes, surprised. “Oh.” She smiled a little, and relaxed visibly.

 

That was the last thing she thought for a long while. She gave in to the new and unexpected sensations Kaze created in her, building and building to a surprising level. And it went on.

 

“Kaze…” she whispered, “Kaze, something's not right…” she clung to him, restless, suddenly resisting the progress.

 

Kaze paused, concerned. “What's wrong?” he asked.

 

“I don't know,” she whimpered, “I don't know… I'm… I'm going to die… I think…”

 

Kaze grinned, unable to stop himself. It took everything he had not to laugh. Her fear was so unexpected, but it made sense.

 

“Shhhh,” he said calmingly. “It's alright. Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” He began moving again, and she whimpered, still frightened. He held on to her tighter. “Everything will be ok, it will be wonderful. Just trust me and hang on. Try to relax.”

 

Miharu nodded a little, her eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

 

He did his best to make it easy for her, and she once again became lost in the sensation. Her utterly surprised reaction at the end was enough to send him over the edge, and at last they lay together, trying to catch their breath in a tangle of limbs.

 

Miharu was the first to speak. “I… I had no idea…” she gasped.

 

He smiled and nuzzled against her. “Did you enjoy that?”

 

She nodded enthusiastically.

 

“Good. You alright?”

 

She smiled. “Better than alright,” she wound her arms about his neck and kissed him repeatedly.

 

He chuckled a little, and turned so that she was above him. He returned her kisses fervently, and then moved her so that they could repeat the process.

 

“Again?” Miharu asked, surprised.

 

He grinned. “Of course. No such thing as too much of a good thing, right?”

 

She laughed a little. “Correct me if I'm wrong, I don't know much about this, but isn't that a little… unusual?”

 

He kissed her again. “And so you learn the advantage of mating a Yokai.”

 

“Oh. Oh…”

 

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AN

YAY FOR LEMON!!! *sigh* this was so much fun to write… well, on to the new chapters, that is, those I have written in the last six months… lol… definitely good to be free of writers block, though.

Hey, anybody remember the promise Miharu made to Emi in Chapter 13? That's right, she broke it. Which has a lot to do with the next chapter.