Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ For That Which Was Lost ❯ For That Which Was Lost ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

FOR THAT WHICH WAS LOST
A 1-hr Challenge Samurai Deeper Kyo Piece

By Miyu, Vampire Princess

Challenge Theme: some of the greatest characters of anime or manga are notorious ladies men! Tell the story of how one of these scandalous bishies lost their virginity.

Author's Note: I pondered possible subjects for several days and almost settled on Miroku (InuYasha), but after watching some SDK, I changed my mind. =P So here's my take on how "ladies' man" Sanada Yukimura lost his precious virginity. You may want to grab some vegetables to throw at me later. I'm taking a stab at his background because not much is revealed in the series, or at this point in the manga. I've probably missed something but that's okay too. =P LEMON CONTENT...Yukimura x some random character I pulled out of my butt (not literally, thank goodness). Standard disclaimer follows the story.



He stifled a yawn, clutching the delicate blanket in his hands. The sleeping woman he was covering smiled dreamily, muttering something incoherent as the blended cotton concealed her naked form.

There had been much joy in the room. Much joy, indeed. More like...much sex. Some of the best wonton, carefree sex he'd ever had in his life. They had both been drunk. She very much wanted attention and he very much didn't want to be alone.

It was the perfect combination of circumstances.

He'd been without a woman for over a month, and a good woman for nearly forever. Loneliness was the lifestyle he'd chosen long ago, but that didn't mean he couldn't have any fun. However, fun was difficult to come by while one was risking his life to save the known world.

And he'd lost more women to Kyo and Benitora than he cared to admit.

The now unconscious woman had been most studious. She'd been experienced, although still rough around the edges. Her bashfulness had been a turn on and her aggressiveness just made him want her even more. She mewled like a cat, wiggled like a worm and had the most beautiful voice when she screamed.

But Yukimura still couldn't compare her to the first woman he'd ever had.

Or rather, the first woman who'd had him.

She was a fantastic teacher, he remembered. A woman in her late twenties, born and raised in the brothels of Edo. Black hair graced her shoulders and back. Piercing green eyes captivated and amazed. Her skin was the palest white, a draw for any man who wanted splendor. Make-up was placed just so to enhance her natural beauty. She had the finest in clothes, bought for her by admirers and lovers alike. Well educated for a woman of her status, she was smarter than the average concubine.

And far more dangerous.

"If you wish to become a fully-fledged ninja, you will have to pass a simple test."

"A test?"

"Hai." Her voice was low, melodic and seductive.

A test it was then. The master said it would be his most difficult task yet. He had no idea it would involve a test of his untried manhood. The master had not been that specific. Goosebumps formed on his arms, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Nerves jostled through his body. Even after she whispered for him to relax in a calm, motherly tone.

"Your test is difficult. But it will not hurt."

"Are you sure?" He didn't want to doubt. Shouldn't have doubted in the least. His nervousness calmed slightly as she took him in her arms, his cheek resting against her barely coved bosom.

"You will enjoy this challenge. And many more, I am sure."

Delicate fingers gently massaged tired muscle through his clothing. The soothing rhythm combined with the stroking motions calmed his fretful nerves and helped him to relax. Shoulders slouched. His eyelids grew heavy.

Yet, the purpose of his "test" had not been revealed to him.

As she carefully began to undress him, he wondered if he should ask. He was not entirely ignorant about the ways of men and women. More than one dirty story had been told to his young ears. But the caress of her fingers against his bare chest, the sensations the tips of her fingernails invoked in him, he felt oddly out of control. He didn't like it one bit.

But he couldn't fight the wonderful feelings either.

"You are more feminine than most," the woman whispered in his ear. "That may work to your advantage some day."

His breath left him slowly, shakily. Her lips pressed against his throat, leaving wet marks as they followed an unmarked trail. He fought his body's reaction to shiver in several instances, one of which caused him to moan aloud. Her lips had pressed against a spot just below his left ear. A sensitive area, which she nipped at with her teeth and suckled with her lips. His head dropped back to give the woman better access. She smiled against his throat, pausing in her attention to kiss his Adam's apple before moving to the opposite side of his neck.

"Do you feel good? Should I continue?"

He wasn't sure how to respond. If this was part of the test, perhaps he needed to say 'no'. But if it wasn't...he didn't want to give up the awakening sensations she provoked. But if he were to say 'yes'...would he fail?

"What about...the test?"

The woman pulled away, wrapping her arms around the young man's neck. She chuckled. "Have you not figured it out, little ninja? What your test entails? Have you lost the capacity for thought?"

His head snapped up at that moment, eyes opening wide. This was part of the test, he was sure of that now. But he still wasn't certain how to proceed. 'With caution,' he told himself. He would have to remain vigilant, even through the pleasure she was asserting.

He should've pulled away, but her kiss was an unexpected surprise. He noted the way she pressed her lips against his, tried to mimic the action. He had kissed a number of girls, but never this way. It was quite enjoyable. He even maneuvered his tongue into play, licking at her bottom lip as her tongue came out to play with his.

"You are a quick study," she muttered, gasping for air as she pulled away from the kiss. "Let's see how you air in other areas."

The young man, still gasping for air, had no time to think as the woman reached for him through the barrier of his pants. His heart stopped, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as her fingertips brushed over half-hardened flesh. His hands rose, fingers digging into the flesh of her shoulders as she gently coaxed his untouched flesh into full arousal.

"Do not hold your breath. Inhale and exhale slowly," she muttered, deftly removing his pants with her other hand.

He was barely aware of her movement, of his pants being pushed down past his knees. He was awakening to new sensation, to new feelings. He could no longer suppress the shivers that coursed his spine, shaking his arms and legs like leaves in the wind. A noise so deep escaped from his throat that it drew he woman's attention, making her smile.


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The boy awoke as he felt something wet surround his newly formed manhood. His head lifted then lowered, his eyes taking in with some degree of awe the woman suckling his cock. She looked up at him briefly, gauging his reaction. He blinked, again uncertain of how to respond. Of course, his body knew just how to do that, his hips bucking while she pulled on him with her fingers until her lips reached the base of him.

'This is a test,' he kept repeating to himself. 'This is a test...of will power.'

But his body would only listen for a little while, until her tongue would scorch the underside of him, or her teeth sunk in just below the head. She moved him around in her mouth as if she knew exactly what would feel good, what would drive him crazy and what would throw him over the edge.

'This is a test. A test!'

Gritting his teeth, clenching his fingers into fists, he allowed her to work him, to take him to the very brink of pleasure. And when he thought he would die, seeing a bright white light racing towards him, she pulled away. Hands, mouth and all. He released a breath he had not realized he'd been holding, opened eyes he didn't realize were squeezed tightly shut. Mesmerized, he watched her pull away, laying back onto the futon they had been standing upon.

"I am amazed, young one. Your will power is strong. You have passed the first part of the test."

Yukimura wasn't sure he could take more. "The first part?"

"Yes. There are two parts to his test." She beckoned for him to join her. Quickly he shucked his pants aside and did as she bid. A giggle escaped her at his eagerness. Eager to pass or eager to please didn't matter. "The first part is the most difficult. With age will come a stronger will, but for now your current performance will do."

The young man sighed in relief. Only to yip in surprise as she reached for him again. It didn't take long for his flesh to come back to life. Had it ever gone away?

"You need not be strong anymore, young one. Let me help you rid yourself of this." She tugged on his cock, causing him to groan in response. "Then we will move on to part two."

She pushed him back so that he laid facing upward on the futon. From there he watched as she hovered above him, her breasts dangling like bells. Instinctively he reached for one, cupping the weight in his palm as fingers closed around the soft flesh. She smiled, but said nothing, pushing herself against his hand in encouragement. His other hand molded the opposite breast and together he worked the mounds, causing her smile to grow.

He paused in his newfound duties as he felt his cock enveloped once again in war, moist heat. But it was not her mouth, her lips forming an "o" as her lower body sunk onto his rigidness. She moved until she could go no further, his young flesh enclosed in her center. Both of them moaned.

Yukimura felt those wonderful sensations return as she moved around him, over him. He tried to give her the same pleasure, playing with her breasts, tweaking the rosy tips between his fingers. He was even daring enough to sit upward, pressing his lips to her heavy mounds and tasting the flesh with tongue. He concentrated on her, even though his pleasure centers were quickly building to an explosion.

She screamed as her first orgasm hit her. Riding him like a prized horse, she tossed her head back and tried to move faster. It didn't help that he was driving her mad the way he touched her. One hand continued to mold her breast as the other explored a new area, touching her lower, at the place where they were joined. He found a slick nubbin there and flicked it with a fingernail. She cried out again, reaching orgasm for a second time. And a third! She slowed her pace, trying to calm herself to look at her so-called pupil.

But who was the teacher, and who was the student here?

She was startled by the smoldering look in the youngster's eyes. There was a knowledge there that wasn't there before. Had he learned so much in such a short period? It was possible, considering that even though her second step had been another ploy to get him to loose his self-control, the boy remained ever hard inside of her. She smiled at him.

"You have passed the test," she said with certainty. Leaning forward she kissed him briefly on the lips, then pulled herself away from his still throbbing manhood. "The master will be pleased."

"Are you pleased?"

She looked at him curiously. "Am I?" None of the others had ever asked her. Not even those that paid her and paid well. Touched, she cupped his cheek in one hand. "Yes. What about you?"

The boy smiled in return. "I...don't think I'm finished yet?"

The devilish look in his eyes made the woman's smile grow. "Would you like to finish this? The test IS over, so the decision is up to you."

He nodded, not trusting the frog rising in his throat. Accepting his answer, the woman laid back on the futon as she had before, but she was more open, her thighs parts so that the young man could see that which he was asking for. Unconsciously he licked his lip, moving to her without being beckoned or asked.

"My, you ARE a quick study," the woman muttered, biting her lip so as not to scream as she felt his mouth surround her womanhood. She writhed beneath his innocent and nearly mind-blowing explorations. His tongue pressed inside of her, his fingers playing with the hardened nubbin of her desire. She threaded her fingers through his hair, wanting more, yet wanting something else entirely.

It didn't take Yukimura to realize what that was. He wanted it too. Felt the need pumping through his blood, even as instinct kicked in and common sense fell by the wayside. He took her hard and fast, much the same way most men had approached her. She didn't argue against his pounding thrusts either, allowing the young man to take her to new heights while exacting his own pleasure from her body.

The memory was enough to make Sanada Yukimura want another go at the girl now sleeping on the floor. But tomorrow was another night, and he had a fight to prepare for. No doubt he would see the young girl again, even if would be months, maybe years.

The ninja slid open the shoji door. Turning away from the night, he blew a kiss to the sleeping girl, silently promising to return someday to see all that she had learned. Smiling sadly, he closed the door and moved forward into the night.

Yes, tomorrow was another day.

To long for that which was lost.


~FIN~

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters presented in this ficlet. Not mine. No. I simply borrowed them from Akimine Kamijyo for the short time it took me to write this. Me not getting any money, so you no sue please.