Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ The Aroma of Spring ❯ The Aroma of Spring ( One-Shot )

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

THE AROMA OF SPRING
A 1-hr Challenge Samurai Deeper Kyo Piece

Written By Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE THEME: The Kinks! - Also known as fetish. Either make your story ultra-kinky, or write about a character's kinky fetish.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
You know, I honestly don't know if this would be considered kinky or not. I certainly hope so. And I tried to stay within the allotted hour. Kyo x Yuya pairing. PWP Lemon. A Standard disclaimer follows the story.




She had left the others to bath in the river. It was a quiet night. Not an enemy in sight. And they had been traveling for days with little rest. She figured she could afford a little peace and quiet. Not exuding the aroma of sweat mixed with dirt was an added bonus.

"Just because I'm traveling with a group of men doesn't mean I have to smell like one."

Things were quieter when she returned. How long had she been gone? An hour? Maybe a little longer? The warriors she had been traveling with were making merry and getting drunk off their asses. Normally the party would go until early morning, or they would pass out on the floor. But the main room was unoccupied, the floor cleared as if nothing had ever happened.

"Did I come back to the right place?"

Without much worry she walked the long hallway to her room, closing the door behind her. She placed her clothes near her bag. Washing them would take priority in the morning. Setting aside the tiny light she carried, she repacked a few things, then prepared her bed for the evening.

Spreading the tatami mat across the floor, she hummed to herself. The tune was not specific, but it seemed to make her happy. Laying the blanket and over the mat, she kneeled to straighten it out. Placing the pillow at the head of the mat, she admired her work. With a sigh, she moved to get into bed.

It wasn't until she pulled the coverlet down that she realized she wasn't alone.

Red eyes glared at her from the shadows.

"Kyo! What are you doing in here?"

He said nothing, moving catlike from his perch. Something about the way he moved captivated her. Stealthy, like a feline, but determine...with a purpose. The look in his eyes was deadly, a look she only saw during battle. A gaze so intense that, when directed at her, it made her heart skip a beat. As he drew nearer, she attempted to move away. Finally, when her legs found the energy to carrier her, it was too late.

"Kyo?"

Unceremoniously he pulled her to him, lips quickly conquering in a searing kiss. Immediately she tasted the sake he had been drinking. Was he drunk? Drunk enough to do something so careless as to attack her?

Could she even call it an attack?

Especially when her body began to warm and melt against his.

The kiss was forceful, but not so demanding. His lips moved over her, his tongue asking for entry. Without thinking she allowed it. Their tongues began a slow dance, a careful piece of choreography one may expect from a sword fight. Then the duel began as he grazed the top of her mouth. She countered with a jab under his tongue and across his lower teeth.

And as their tongues moved, so did his hands. She was motionless in the circle of his arms as he worked on the fabric of her yukata. Once his hand found bare skin, it burned like fire. She gasped into their kiss as she felt herself becoming exposed to his exploring hands. They were everywhere at once! Poking her, prodding her, moving her. Fire wreaked havoc with her insides, causing her to melt further. When she sighed, he finally pulled away.

"Kyo? What are you--? Why can't I move?"

The evil smile on his face spoke for him. She was beginning to get angry now, but her efforts were futile. Realization slowly dawned on her.

His intentions were clear.

How could they not be?!

She had been bound by the tie of her yukata. Wrists tied together behind her back and her yukata open wide so that he could see every part of her. She thought to raise her knee, to kick him hard to get away. Strangely, though, she did not. The close proximity would make it difficult to fight back, she reasoned, although there was one other reason she could name.

Helpless, she merely looked at him. The look of surprise when she saw that his yukata was parted in the front could not be hidden. Nor could the loud gulp of uncertainty when she saw the proof of his manhood protruding from his groin.

Kyo moved quickly once again. He forced her to her knees, following her down to the tatami mat. Settling behind her, he caressed her from shoulder to hip. Kisses played along her shoulder to her ear. His heat permeated into her back through the thin material of her yukata. The head of his erection poked at her lower back and she shivered. She felt him moving closer, his hands continuing to trek lower. He caressed her thighs, grasped her knees and spread them apart.

Immediately she wanted to protest. And again, she found herself unable. While she did not like being at the mercy of any man, this didn't seem nearly as bad as some of the things she'd imagined. In fact, it was much like a dream she'd had not long ago.

"Kyo...ah!"

He cupped one breast in a hand, his fingers toying with the hardened nipple. She moaned as he plucked, mewled as he squeezed and gasped as he held her. If the noises annoyed or captivated her attacker, she did not know. Her body continued to melt into his, places little known to her begging for his attention. She wanted to touch him too. Would he let her?

"I'm helpless like this."

His answer was quick, decisive. "Yes."

She lost her voice briefly as his lips closed around her earlobe. Did it really feel so good to be kissed there? Her mind grasping at foggy memories she replied, "I thought...you didn't like helpless women."

"Helpless is fine," he whispered against the nape of her neck, squeezing her breast once again. "Quiet is better."

Any retort she may have had died as she felt the first touch of his hand in her curls. His fingers sparked a wildfire. Her hips tried to get closer to his hand, knowing what it wanted better than she. Movement was limited, however, by his presence behind her.

His fingers gained entry into her core as his lips latched onto a particular spot between her neck and shoulder. She cried out, feeling two of his digits carefully move in and out of her. He added a third finger only after he felt her cum into his hand. He groaned against her shoulder, his body shaking behind hers.

Without warning, he pulled away, her yukata with him. She was bent forward, his fingers leaving the warmth of her core for a short time until he had her positioned as he wanted. Fear and want overloaded her brain. Need drove her body to try and find him. Where were his hands? Where was his body?

Something brushed against her sensitive lips and she mewled in pleasure. Slowly she felt the object enter her core. It was had, very stiff, and stretched her only a little. Surely this was not him. Her thoughts were confirmed as she sensed his heat close by, felt his groin brush against her hip. But when it began to move inside of her, her nerve endings screamed with joy and her body shook hard as she felt herself orgasm again.

Then the object was gone, and she felt something else prod her entrance. Something just as solid, but bigger.

"What was--? Kyo...."

"You'll be glad I used the sheathe to prepare you."

He wasn't wrong. As he pushed himself inside of her, she stretched even farther, her body screaming now in pain as well as happiness. She nearly screamed, but the sound lowered itself to a loud moan punctuated with a brief squeal. By the time he could move no further she felt as if she were going to split in two. She squealed again, earning a gruff but satisfied moan from her partner.

Whether to lesson the pain or add to the excitement slowly rebuilding, Kyo's fingers toyed with her clit. Trembling, shaking, shivering, she struggled to make sense of the gamut of emotion and thought. Slowly she began to relax, still fighting to accommodate him inside of her. But the stretch of her inner walls and the squeeze of her muscles no longer ached with physical pain. Instead, the ache was more emotional.

She muttered his name, pushing against him to tell of her readiness. With a grin worthy of his inner demon, Kyo sat upright, buried tightly inside of her. His initial pace picked up quickly after only a few thrusts.

He rode her like a horse, one hand on her hip, the other holding onto her bound wrists. The sight of her bound and at his mercy was very appealing. And the sounds coming out of her mouth didn't annoy him either. Instead, they enflamed him. Normally he would be more forceful, more brutal, but the lack of resistance on her part not only surprised but aroused him.

As he thrust hard into her, he pulled her upward so that she was now sitting over him. He commanded her to ride him, helped her to move over and around him. She did as she was told, picking up quickly on the sensations that felt good to her and to him. His hands alternated between molding her breasts and toying with that sensitive area that joined them.

He even managed to slip a finger inside of her as she continued to ride him.

This sent her over the edge. She screamed, his hand the only barrier between her voice and the air around them. She could taste herself on his palm, moaning as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. He was not far behind her. He bit into her shoulder as he reached his peak, keeping himself from yelling aloud.

Her mind quickly assessed what had taken place. She'd been at his complete mercy, tied up and helpless. Normally these were things she would loathe, but in this case, it was...a release. It was part of the eroticism of the moment.

With her wrists untied, she collapsed to the floor, grateful for the comfort of the tatami mat and soft sheet beneath her. Kyo collapsed beside her, seemingly unphased by the current situation. She wondered if he would say anything. An uttered word from her mouth would totally break the spell and she really didn't want him to leave just yet.

But she couldn't help but wonder what had driven him to sneak into her room like he did. There was no immediate danger, no threat. So why?

As if hearing her silent question, he said, "You smell like Spring."

Confused, she turned to look at him. "Like...Spring?"

He nodded. "Every time you go off to bathe, you come back smelling like Spring."

Again realization was slow to intrude. "Do you...like the smell of Spring?"

"If I didn't," he said, rolling over and away from her gaze. "I would not be in here."

"You snuck into my room...just to get a whiff of me?"

"I got more than a whiff, woman." He grunted into the darkness. "Now shut up and go to sleep."

"Shut up--? You...YOU...!"

In an instant he moved. How the hell could he move so quickly?! Rolling onto his other side, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Within seconds she was pressed against him, front to front. Heat flared in her face, the rest of her body seemed to awaken as well.

"NOW will you go to sleep?"

In response, she yawned. Her body, sensing no immediate danger, and glad to be free of the ties, relaxed against him. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against his shoulder, felt his chin resting on top of her head. With each intake of breath should could smell the Spring he talked about. But was it really from her?

It smelled as if it were coming from him.

Or was it from them both?

"Kyo?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I tie you up and have my way with you the next time YOU take a bath?"


~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.