Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Fantasy & Reality ❯ Fantasy & Reality ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Note: I don't own Saiyuki, don't make a dime off it and make no claims to it. If I did, there'd be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.

 

Fantasy & Reality

 

I putter around the kitchen, wiping up the spotless counter for the fifth time, folding and re-folding the tea towels, waiting to make sure you're really gone for the evening. I'm too tense to sit and read, so pointless tidy work is the outlet for my nervous energy. I know I'm behaving oddly. You'd given me questioning looks all through dinner. Thankfully, you didn't ask me what was wrong. I've no idea what I'd say if you'd asked and I never could lie to you convincingly.

 

I glance at the clock on the wall and smile as excitement unfurls in my belly. You've been gone half an hour. More than enough time to get to town and settle into a chair at the bar for some gambling and drinking. Given past experience, if you aren't walking through the door by now with a change of heart for your evenings entertainment, you'll be gone for several hours at least. I don't need all that time. An hour will do nicely. Another half hour to make myself presentable again and my little treat to myself will remain my secret.

 

I move into the bedroom and draw in a calming breath before getting undressed and folding my clothes neatly. My glasses are placed on the night stand and I sit on the edge of the bed, my belly fluttering in anticipation. Another deep breath to steady myself and then I'm reaching up to slip the cuffs from my ear. They sound like the tinkling of tiny bells when I drop them to the nightstand.

 

A soft groan leaves me at the rush of energy and the sudden sharpening of all my senses. The change from human to youkai never physically hurts. In fact, it's intensely pleasurable. Allowing myself to revel in my youkai nature, as delightful as that is, is not what this little session is about though.

 

This treat to myself is about carnal pleasure.

 

I lie back on the bed and inhale slowly. The smell of clean linen twists with teasing traces of your scent, making my nipples harden. I love the smell of you surrounding me when I allow myself this pleasure. It makes the fantasy I build in my mind more of a reality. I drag my clawed fingers lightly down my ribs and skirt over my hips, shivering at the sensation before placing my hands flat on the mattress. The touch of my hand, while pleasant, will only intrude on my daydream. I squirm a little at the ticklish feel of the vines moving over my skin even as my breathing speeds up.

 

The vines creep over my chest, circling the hard nubs of my nipples before delicately teasing the peaks with a barely there sensation. I let my eyes drift closed and fantasy takes over, fuelled by your scent on the bed sheets and the impression of a touch that isn't exactly my hands on my body. A little moan leaves my throat as the vines wrap around my thighs and spread my legs apart. My breath hitches at the gentle strokes over my hole as I imagine it's your tongue teasing me so intimately.

 

I hear a soft pop and even though a part of my mind is directing the vines in their erotic play, I still shiver in anticipation at what that sound signals. I hiss through my teeth at the cool feel of lube trickling over my balls and down the crack of my ass. I groan at the first easy slide of a vine into me. It's very easy to imagine it's your finger penetrating me and a gentle sigh leaves me. My hips twist as tendrils slide around my erection like fingers, wrapping it firmly and squeezing rhythmically.

 

I start to pant a little, my mind awash in sensations from multiple sources. I'm enjoying the pleasure of the vine penetrating me and the ones stroking my cock. More tease and pluck at my stiff nipples almost feeling like the sharp caress of teeth. They slide over my throat, gliding across my lips before pushing relentlessly into my mouth, encouraging me to suck on them as of they were your cock. I whine in delight as a thin tendril wriggles into the slit of my cock. Not only do I wallow in the sensation of being touched so intimately by the vines, I have the added bonus of the pleasurable feel of my own body gripping and sucking on them. It's like moving over someone and having someone move over me all at once.

 

More vines push inside me, filling and stretching my ass, mouth and even cock. I feel stuffed to the brink and imagine it's your cock in my ass, in my mouth, giving me the nearly painful pleasure I desperately want. The vines thrust roughly inside me and spread my legs even further apart. My hips jerk in response to every firm stroke on my cock, accompanied by the unique feel of something plunging in and out of my slit. I moan around the thick collection of vines in my mouth, drool leaking from the corners of my lips. I'm lost in the feel of being filled and the fantasy that it's you doing the filling. My mind supplies the sound of your harsh breathing in counter-point to mine, telling me that you're enjoying this as much as I am. I can hear you softly urging me to let go and come, to give you the pleasure of seeing me reach my peak.

 

I'm taking deep breaths through my nose, the heady scent of you filling my head and shoving me closer to orgasm. The vines around my nipples tighten; trapping blood in them and making them throb in time with the racing of my heart. Growls of pleasure are caught in my throat and my body tenses. My head tosses from side to side and I curl my hands into fists to keep from shredding the sheets. I stand on the very edge of pleasure, my back arching high. The vines in my ass thrust hard, finally hitting the sweet spot inside me and shoving me over the edge.

 

My orgasm slams into me, wrenching a muffled howl from my throat. Intense pleasure floods my system and white noise fills my ears. My body jerks and I growl when the vines retreat quickly from my slit, allowing my seed to spatter over my belly. The vines in my ass twitch and pulse, furthering the fantasy that it's your cock spilling inside me. The vines in my mouth withdraw, leaving a trail of spit across my lips and over my throat. I'm chanting your name softly, shuddering and rolling my hips in an effort to milk the last possible drops of pleasure from this.

 

Post orgasm shivers travel over my body. Tiny noises of deep satisfaction work their way free from me and I inhale deeply, trying to bring my racing heart back down to normal. I'm not sure if half an hour will be enough time for me to calm down from the euphoria I just experienced. I groan at the strong scent of arousal and you in the air and my brow furrows a little as I try to figure out why.

 

“That was the hottest damn thing I've ever seen,” says a hoarse voice I recognize only too well.

 

My eyes pop open in shock and a blush burns across my cheeks. You stand next to the foot of the bed, your gaze touching every part of me so shamelessly exposed. You stroke a hand over your groin and lick you lips. The utter… hunger in your gaze makes my cock twitch with renewed interest.

 

“G… Gojyo,” I stammer as the vines release my nipples and cock and slip from my ass.

 

I can't help the little moan of pleasure/loss those actions cause. I should be highly embarrassed at being caught like this by you, but all my brain seems capable of thinking is how perfect it would be if you were to join me right now. You look at me with heat and anticipation, a slow, lusty smile appearing on your face.

 

“I'm guessing that if you're calling my name in the middle of your orgasm, you wouldn't mind at all if I joined you.”

 

I can see you're serious and I stare at you, stunned at what you're suggesting. In all the time I've known you, you've never given me the slightest hint that you'd welcome attention of a sexual nature from a man. Considering how hard you pursue women, I assumed you wouldn't be interested in partners of the male persuasion. I'd assumed you wouldn't be interested in me as a partner considering who, and what, I was.

 

In the future, I should remember not to make assumptions.

 

Happiness blooms inside me when I realize that the things I've been fantasizing about you doing to me or me doing to you can be reality. I smile back at you and drag a clawed finger through the cooling seed on my belly, delicately licking it clean while watching you intently. I smell the sharp spike in your arousal that causes. I'm very pleased with myself at your almost inaudible groan. I send the vines out to you, pulling you close and starting to strip your clothes at the same time. The smile I give you is predatory as ideas for what I want to do with you tumble through my mind.

 

My fantasies of you have been wonderful. I just know the reality will be beyond exquisite.