Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ A Bat's Night Out ❯ Part I- Late night ventures ( Chapter 1 )

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A/N: Part two and three coming soon.

Title- A Bat’s Night Out
Genre- Crossover (IY/YYH), one shot, yuri implications, hentai, PWP, SMUT!
Rating- Nc17
Summary- IY/YYH. Kuronue has been bored as of late, nothing to do since his long time partner in crime Youko Kurama has been. By a streak of luck the bat strolls off in the woods to find an interesting miko at hand... Kuronue/Kagome, Kagome/?



Part I - Late night ventures

You're right, Johnny, you can't win no matter what you do.
-Baby, dirty dancing






The gang had just recently returned to old Kaede's village tired, worn, and exhausted from all the fighting they did just to get one damn Shikon jewel shard. Half a village nearly slaughtered and the other half injured. Miroku and Kagome played doctor to the wounded villagers, Kagome was a complete amateur (obviously) in medics but she put her best effort in it. Miroku on the other hand is skilled in the art of healing, one of the many skills the monk learned training under Mushin and additionally adopted off Kaede. He showed a thing or two to Kagome, helping her improve her slowly sprouting skills. InuYasha and Sango helped rebuilt torn run over huts, constructing the punctured roofs tops and sheds while Kirara, Shippo, and Haichi went to search for any trouble around the manor. Just incase any demons were left over.

After a few long extra hours of work, hard labor, helping the innocent and what not the gang went to there favorite spot in the woods, where they camped whenever the group came back to relax. Miroku put the pile of wood InuYasha gathered earlier lighting up the lumber using the trusty heart shaped lighter Kagome brought back from her time. The lighter the girl brought at first scared them silly, leaving them in awe amazement and cultivated an endless string of questions. Seeing the fire never fading nor burning the girl's hand they gawked more intrigued and fascinated. A long period of silence and mindless staring gave the girl the creeps. What’s the big deal anyways? It’s only fire.

Er- scratch that. She forgot they never seen a lighter before, though they do have a point to act like cave people. They are ignorant to the technology in her era, the smallest thing she takes for granted astonishes the people in the past and were looked upon as magical items, such as the camera. Bringing a camera to the past is a whole different story Kagome will look back and laugh about in a few years. Good times, good times…

Lighting up the wood. The fiery red orange flames gave a calm serene atmosphere reaching everyone. For once Shippo sat down quietly not running around in circles sugar high. The neko cuddled next to the kit the two demons closing there eyes as fatigue consumed them into slumber. InuYasha and the monk sat across each other Indian style basking in the silent peace after a long day's work. The monk glanced from the corner of his eye towards the sleeping neko and kitsune, a small grin tugged the corners of his lips. The picture of Shippo and Kirara dripped of pure innocence, too cute not to smile at, the depiction hitting a soft spot in the monk.

"It seems someone wore himself out today," said Miroku calmly with a smile grazing his lips.

InuYasha's ears perked up after the short period of silence, hearing the man's smooth relaxed voice cutting politely the quiet atmosphere. The hanyou tilted his head slightly seeing the kit and cat sound sleep. He nodded agreeing. "Well, at least the brat won't bother me today, finally I'll be able to rest. The kid's annoying!"

Miroku chuckled good natured, the demon is always reluctant to admit his true feelings and soft side hiding them behind the mask of the tough guy charade. The hanyou refuses to admit he's fond of the kit seeing him as the little brother he never had. Shippo sees InuYasha as the older brother he wished he had. A likewise situation both demons won't say.

InuYasha's eyes narrowed wondering why the monk is chuckling so suddenly? And why for the matter? He hated being in the dark of things, it bothered him a great deal. He had to know . "Why are you laughing monk? Is there something so funny that I don't know about?" he asked frigidly, annoyance steadily rising in his tone.

Miroku waved his hands as a forget-it gesture desiring not to arouse a fight when Shippo‘s finally fast asleep. “No it’s nothing important, just a memory of something in the past” he replied nonchalantly receiving a ‘feh’ in return.

Miroku ignored InuYasha disregarding the attitude. Blocking; a useful technique he forced himself to learn and endure in his travels with him. He had to play the bearing, reasonable adult to a hot headed prompting child (him). The monk closed his bright eyes folding his arms out in front of his chest, doing so he entered his meditation, a state of passivism to rest his body and mind. InuYasha himself felt the weight of high tension and exertion getting the best of him and after an irksome battle to maintain his eyelids open from dropping he surrendered to his exhaustion in a swift move. The boy jumped to his favorite branch in his favorite tree. There InuYasha relaxed leaning his back against the trunk, the tree’s course skin scratched his back a bit but he didn’t mind. It felt kind of good really. InuYasha shut his eyes waiting patiently for the girls’ return from their bath like a good watch dog protecting what’s his, in this case his two close friends; Sango and Kagome.


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The girls were soaking together in the hot spring, the hot clear bubbly water soothing there aching sore limbs, perfect treatment for a day's work. The hot mist cleansing their mistreated skin thoroughly purifying clogged pores, keeping their flesh youthful and healthy. They chatted for awhile, talking of the day’s occurrences regularly resuming to their routine schedule: fight demons, help less fortunate, latch Miroku off the young women in the village, Kagome and InuYasha drawing a verbal fight concluding the quarrel by saying a dreadfully loud series of ‘sits,’ make camp, and then go to the hot springs. The usual.

“Does it hurt?”

“Huh…?” caught off guard by Sango’s sudden inquiry, Kagome stared dazed.

“I said does it hurt?” Sango repeated the question more firmly eyeing Kagome’s overwrought twitches. Since the late noon after working in knotty conditions hour on and on the labor took a toll on Kagome.

Kagome blinked then chuckled nervously, “Uh, not really…don’t worry about it, it’s actually nothing to ---

“But your back looks like it’s bothering you,” her eyes secured themselves on her twitching movements. Kagome kept picking at the back of her neck, it was unnervingly beginning to pester Sango simply by just looking.

Kagome gave a helpless expression that spoke for itself. “Well, yeah it does in fact” she admitted lastly. Kagome’s not trained nor accustomed to handling manual labor. Fact is plain and straightforward the girl isn’t cut out to work this way.

‘At least she tries’ Sango thought on the positive side, reflecting the girl’s earlier mining’s helping the others in the village. Sango wade her way next to Kagome her eyes furrowed fixed on the girl, before Kagome realized the slayer’s intentions she twirled Kagome facing her before the nearest boulder lying around.

Taken back under the intensity of Sango’s immediate actions Kagome lost the voice to ask her just what was she thinking and doing to her?

“Sango…?”

“Ssh, just lean forward against the rock. I’m going to rid you of the pain, you shouldn’t strain yourself like this. Kagome, you can really hurt yourself” Sango advised her kindly all the while she twisted the ends of Kagome’s long black hair setting it aside over her shoulder.

Slacked, Kagome nodded numbly secretly liquefying below Sango’s touches. Obeying the order Kagome leaned herself on the nearly flat stone, hunching over exactly the way she does on her desk at school.

It was awfully nice on Sango’s behalf to offer relief for her and she got all nervous for nothing, how very foolish of her to be. Kagome should have chuckled to act so silly but the shadowed thought behind her worry made her feel ashamed. Did she assume Sango might want to --- or did she imagine the possibility the slayer might have considered in mind to take…

Kagome blushed beet red. Sango believed the spring’s heat caused her to flush, she was truly oblivious. ‘Don’t think that EVER again’ Kagome glowered at herself deciding to burry this. Her hands knead along the shoulder blade the conventional wince evidently indicated her sorest spots. Sango examined Kagome's back; so small, frail, smooth, delicate underneath her palms and unmarred by anything. She couldn’t deny the actuality Kagome’s body is so very soft and supple. The only imperfection on her body was the scar on her side near her hip, the deep bite mark the centipede demon chomped to acquire the embedded Shikon-no-tama. Sango sometimes, like these, found herself envying Kagome’s femininity. Sango did not see what others see. She failed to see her own beauty.

Sango was beautiful and strong.

Sango never related herself to the ideal woman, she’s a warrior welding a sword and weapon, causing and excepting injuries. She often pondered whether her battle scars a display worthy of disgust and pity? Frequently she considered perhaps she is unattractive and plain to the eyes. Kagome argued her over the matter telling her is she insane and blind.

Readdressing her distorted attention Sango pressed circular motions gently up and down the shoulder blades towards the small of her spine. The lazy feeling absorbed the girl into a state of tranquility, Kagome had to give the slayer her props overall her profession involving killing demons in sight, man handling them relentlessly and, yet, her hands should be rough and course instead they are gentle.

The throbbing strain and aches left her body as each controlled stroke touched her sensitive skin. Kagome closed her glittering eyes allowing Sango more access to her back her pleased sighs encouraging her to continue. She unconsciously arched whenever Sango passed a particular spot. She continuously kept reminding herself not to, nevertheless, the gesture all the same Sango took it as a compliment.

Little did the girls know a stranger hidden in the bushes observed them in secret, discreetly enjoying the show.




“Sonofabitch merchants” he cursed beneath his breath remembering the little crook, wearing those god awful rusted chains, trying to convince him to trade his goods for such a poorly drawn bargain. Pitiful, plain pitiful the blundering idiot can’t even try to trick him. Sad really. Leisurely a bat demon, known by the name Kuronue, was passing by swinging his dearly treasured amulet (given to him by his mother a while ago) praising himself for the loot he stole on his free time; a priceless jade bracelet belonging to a tiger demon tribe he alluded and escaped with ease. Kuronue wanted to show his partner in crime, Youko Kurama, his little accomplishment to add it their collection of stolen goods.

Unfortunately the kitsune went off to steal a valuable heirloom belonging to a water demon king, Seiya the crusher, --- for the moment till Youko steals it out under his nose of course.

The Youko, as so told casually beforehand, planned to steal the king’s trident then sneak to the queen’s chambers and have a little good roll in the bed with her to show the king who's more slicker. The satisfying goal to hit a major blow to the king's ego. What fun. ‘Can't wait to see how it turned out Youko’ Kuronue thought merrily with a light chuckle, imaging the scowl the king will wear and the outrageous scandal it will cause throughout the court. Ha! Surely a thrill.

While strolling the grounds Kuronue searched for something fun to do for the meantime until his partner returns back. He already swiped all the major loot in the pass two villages which proved to be a boring challenge, absolutely no fun at all.

The youkai sighed bored as hell, nothing in this area amused him in any way nothing, absolutely nothing --

"Augh…ahh, San…go!!" a feminine voice grunted. His ears catching the call Kuronue's eye brows rose curiously.

“Hmm?” he looked back, his expression arranged in bland interest. He stared out towards where the echoing grunts and sounds originated. “S-San…go…” There it was again. That’s it, he’s done in. Curiosity earning it’s keep Kuronue sought out the source of the sound. Dashing, his stealth providing enough sufficiency he did not bother to fly, he was already close by.

Kuronue’s senses indicated him towards a fogged private spring. This area does contain springs he, thought offhand. He crouched down behind a mass growth of bushes wild enough to obscure him from view (the trees were far too bare to properly hide his person). In the process he skillfully masked his energy to fool others of his presence. Low as this may be he couldn’t deprive himself the joy to trespass on a situation that may indeed prove interesting. Behind the bushes Kuronue watched two figures more closer as the fog began to clear the two figures became more visible.

‘Intriguing’ Kuronue contemplated, his boredom diverted. Two attractive-looking women together bathing in the hot spring. To add to the scene one massaged the other earning suggestive mews of delight. This amused Kuronue to no end, he wanted something to entertain him and here he is being an audience to two beautiful young women bathing with one another. Kuronue's bright eyes studied the two specimens drinking each curve exposed in mid air. The water drenching them, every crevice, every single pore seem to create a provocative allure.

‘Damn the water' he cursed the spring bathing two oblivious teasers. Sleazy he was aware of this but…this is just fascinating.

Kagome rose up sitting herself on the solid rock completely exposing her body, Kuronue bid a thank you to lady luck herself to be witness to such a sight. He should take night strolls more often if this is the token.

A cool breeze swept by brushing the cool night air against Kagome’s slick form hardening her nipples into little pink pebbles. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sango feeling a draft herself. To say he wasn’t surprise is an understatement as his eyes roamed her body freely and shamelessly, to him the most alluring thing about the girl is her missing curls down in the nether regions, she in fact had nothing down there, quite different to most females and oddly sexy from what the demon came across.

Sango is brilliant, Kagome felt immense relief after the little massage. Sango’s hands can do wonders -- er ‘Again with that! I got to stop thinking dirty!’ This is getting a tad offhand, the course her thoughts sometimes wandered rouse suspicion amongst her and Sango. So what Sango’s pretty and wonderful it doesn’t deem her the right to judge the slayers’ actions to mean something more.

Why was she even on top the rock in all her nude glory? Did she want Sango to check her out or something? Deeply engrossed in her mental argument Kagome slid to a more plausible position, missing a stable spot to lean on her rump slid fully off her perch falling head first against a frantic Sango attempting to swim out the way. “Get outta the way!“ yelled Kagome. Earning no such luck Kagome collided on Sango dunking the two of them down to the bottom of the spring.

Stumped, Kuronue felt an eye twitching watching the absurd picture. This killed the sensuality produced before a great deal.

Bursting to the surface Kagome and Sango’s head emerged coughing the water they swallowed in gulps. “Ahh, I think water went into my ear” coughed Sango rubbing her irritated eyes.

“Sorr-- cough, cough-- sorry Sango. I slipped back there” Kagome apologized, her bleary vision focusing again. They sloshed their way to a shallow end until they were composed once more.

“Are you alright though?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” Kagome muttered the color flying to her cheeks, can her clumsiness come at a better time?

Sango had enough water, the chilly breeze freezing her she swam out and walked in the nude across the grounds allowing Kuronue to view her full as well. Kuronue's eyes gleamed delightfully thoroughly enjoying his time. He noted the girls clearly are human, very young, both with young supple, scrumptious bodies waiting for the taking. The wondrous quirk he found amazing in humans is the quick reactions they retained to things, quick and easy.

Sango retrieved her white towel, Kagome gave her, laying neatly folded on a stomp. She wrapped it around her chilled body outlining unseen details. "Kagome, I'm heading back to camp alright, are you coming?" asked Sango collecting her clothes and zori sandals.

Kagome shook her head. "No Sango, I'm going to wash my hair. I'll be back in ten minutes ok, besides, who knows when I'll get a chance to chill out" she replied brightly. Sango didn't understand the term “chill out,” Kagome often used slang terms from her era she didn't understand. Did she mean freeze? Why on earth would she do that?

Sango honestly decline to leave Kagome behind after all it’s late at night, she'll be alone and opened to vulnerability. A bandit or demons can come and cause her harm she'll be defenseless under those terms. Strangely the exterminator felt the strong impression an ominous presence lurked around. Maybe she was being paranoid and overprotective because by now she would have felt any youkai's reiki by now. Still the unnerving chill annoyed her.

Kagome saw the clear concern plastered on her face reading her instability. Sango wholesomely cared about her. "Sango I'll be alright, don't worry I won't take long. If anything I'll call you and the others for help okay" she said assuring her friend. Honesty swirled in her eyes.

Sango nodded buying the girl's words. She turned to leave though not before saying "Kagome be careful. I'll be nearby if you need anything, understand?" She isn’t afraid to brake an enemies arm or leg in contact in order to protect someone. Biding a final glance she exited leaving Kagome alone in the spring. Kuronue pouted, disappointed the other girl left. She was very pretty and he wanted to have fun with both of them. ‘Hmph! There goes a possible threesome’ thin lipped he crossed his arms bitterly.

Kuronue’s attention veered back to the remaining girl still floating in the spring. ‘Hmm…shouldn’t be too bad with only one’ he attempted a shot towards the positive side ‘nah, it’s more than enough, this girl will due. ’ He notably recognized the peculiar air rise around the girl…what did the other one call her? Was it Kagome? Yes, that’s it. His ears never deceived him. He recalled this Kagome took in her friend’s profile with denying interest. She should supply a surplus amount of entertainment, he grinned lecherously thinking the things he wanted to induce with the girl.

Sloshing her way to rest at the spring’s ledge the hot water stirring unwanted heat. Kagome breathed a deep sigh of relief seeing Sango depart. Sango isn’t annoying or tiresome the reason is on a more personal level. She didn't want the slayer to figure it out. As of late Kagome began having weird…feelings cornering her in awkward positions even stunning herself time to time. Earlier today she found InuYasha topless treating a gash on his arm, she found the whole simple gesture sickly entertaining, she declined the terrible urges to touch him in ways she would never had thought about. She wondered if anytime soon InuYasha would lick his wound sensually or do it herself and drag her hands allover his solid, tan chest. Then a little later she bumped into Miroku falling into his arms. She held the monk there for an ageless moment realizing little things she haven't ever noticed, such as how strong his arms were and how she liked the feeling of his limbs entangled with hers, and above all gathering how actually very handsome the monk is truly, finding out why Sango got the hots’ for him.

These ongoing thoughts prod her mind for a couple ages ago. She gradually began to wonder if she had symptoms of becoming a pervert. Blaming Miroku can work but these thoughts and wants are developing and coming from her on their own accord. That's the tip of the ice burg. Now uncomfortable simple things bothered her such as when someone whispered closely into her ear, low murmuring breaths descended shivers down her spine. Including the massage Sango graced her with. Pleasure filled moans couldn't be prevented no matter how much Kagome wanted to block out her sounds. It’s purely an evitable thing to prevent.

Sango's nimble fingering gliding across her back sent jittering shivers over her skin -- excited her in a manner not appropriate for girl to be thinking. Guilt and disgust rained down on her, this needed to stop. Kagome forced herself to flee outside her touch and sit herself on the rock hoping her body would calm down a notch. It failed drastically of course.

Now finally alone, Kagome's curiosity ensnared the better of her. Strange as it is she didn’t exactly want the beautiful sensibility surging her to end. On the contraire the feeling felt so good why not prolong it? The idea to try it on herself looked attractive enough to test. Dropping all her barriers bounding her to the ‘perfect girl model’ she’s supposedly needs to live up to, she’s tired of being sexually oppressed and denying herself relief and satisfaction. Timidly using an index finger she encircled her finger tip around her hardened nipple. Curious, she pinched the pebbled point a bit and shuddered in response. Kuronue's little amusement ended the moment the human girl started touching herself in such erotic ways. Watching two naked women together bathing got him a little excited but this…this is just too damn hot.

Kuronue licked his smooth but seemingly dry pale lips. His throat dry in hunger, the girl’s hands ran up and down her inner thighs grazing nails increase twofold the sensitivity prickling her delectably. Lascivious strokes those little hands of hers conduced jabbed enticing pulls of temptation. Kagome slide a finger into her the hub burning firing heat sliding the digit in and out in a excruciating lengthy motion. She feared her actions if taken fast might cause internal damage, then why did this feel scrumptiously good? Her finger on its own accordance pumped faster and the strain coiling inward constricted. What is this swelling pressure coercing each inch of her body to tingle?

Approaching the apex her body‘s sweating and trembling uncontrollably near, she dug her quivering numb fingers faster in and out. Kuronue had no immunity to resist this human’s hypnotic game, the hot feverish air sullying him and the loud pounding beating his chest quicken as the seconds passed by. His excitement enforced the bulge forming in between his legs harden heartbeat to heartbeat. Kuronue was skeptical his heavy breathing couldn’t be heard, his perceptive ears became deaf with his breaths and the girl’s strangled pants. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as his insides tauten painfully, he needed his release right here and now.

Observing a woman masturbate herself to pleasure, smelling her intoxicating arousal thickening forward, hearing her moans of pleasure and seeing each droplet dispense out her moist nub is far too much for a sane man to bear. Fortunate for his case he had no difficulty indulging with humans, all he cared for was a good roll in the sack he can get. Like Youko Kurama, he bedded many, mostly women for his preferences. The female body never seems to end his fascination each time he took a woman, the only male Kuronue bedded occasionally is the kitsune. Waiting for her to finish to make his presence known Kuronue could tell from the smell she didn’t need too much time till she reached her climax…

"Ahh…" she croaked quaking. For the first time the haze her entire body immerse itself in enveloped her to a state of indescribable bliss. She fell back onto the moist ground with a soft thud, shuttering from the aftershocks. Her flesh receptive to touch. Her mind jarred leisurely clearing to the reality around her, ‘That… that was incredible’ she panted her irregular breaths coming in puffs. Was this the result of denial after a long time?

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

Kagome froze. Someone had been watching her, seeing her do her private biddings, seeing her in her most intimate time. Entirely nude in front of a complete stranger! This is not happening to her! ‘Oh no, not this, anything but this! What do I do now! ’ Her face glowed deep scarlet, the urge to claw a swift hole beneath her and bury herself rang as a genius escape way. This couldn’t be occurring to her, no it can’t! She dared not to look back up otherwise she might tear outside of mere embarrassment and fear. Naked under the eyes of another is a nightmare come true!

“W-whose t-t-there?” her voice rasped, dried completely. Somebody help her! The impulse to shout for Sango ran short, she couldn’t find her voice to call for her.

“Shameless for a young one aren’t you?” Kuronue drawled, amusement and a little something more coloring his tone. “I find it…charming, little girl.”

‘Charming?’ this who-knows-what found her humiliation ‘charming?’ Doesn’t she deserve a cookie for a prize or at least she would have thought sarcastically if the fear circulating her wasn’t paralyzing her will. Gulping a hefty lump down her throat, Kagome reined her dignity for the sake to live a longer and safer life, and on the count of three not bothering to look the mysterious demon in the face she crawled on her hands and knees scuttling as quickly as possible towards a dim escape. Reaching the distance she suspected decent enough she leaped to her feet and ran as fast as her legs can carry her.

Kuronue merely rolled his eyes, chuckling in wholly good humor. The girl is far too cute and fun to mess around with--- much too cute for her own wellbeing. This added fire to his primal craving stirring. Fine, just fine. She wants to play hard to get he’ll gladly contribute. He likes games. ‘Tsk, tsk, when will women ever learn a man is the more dominant species? ’ he stared after her. Playing isn't a bad idea, he relished the fun with his prey before having them underneath him. However, the problem in this case the advanced grueling pressure tightening his loins he’s suffering burned the restrictions to his control. He’s a demon not a wholesome saint.

Running aimlessly out of sheer fear Kagome wandered amongst the murky tall shrubs, the leaves whipping her hectic person as she sped. Uncertain where she currently scampered thoughtlessly everything looked the same, running in circles reduced possibilities to benefit her safety. Heck, why was she thinking this at a time like this!?

She bumped into two hard trees but didn’t let herself stay down for the count. She picked herself up and ran again. Afraid to sneak a peek back she continued forward her hands struggling to cover her free bouncing breasts. She hoped half-hearted nobody would find her and at the same instinct she wanted saving. Streaking in the wilderness hardly amplifies her chances to be taken seriously.

Seeing nothing in sight she alleged immediate success before--

Crash!

Kagome crashed face first against a hard chest knocking her flat on her back. "Ow !" she carped, rubbing her bumped forehead soothingly whilst Kuronue remained unfazed standing his ground unharmed. He raised his brows baffled thoroughly in bewilderment by this idiotic minx of a woman. Did she not sense his presence beforehand?

Did she ram herself headfirst onto tree without noticing…again? That sure knocked the wind out her lungs, shifting her gaze she acknowledged the youkai from before adorning a wearisome expression. Dangit! Can’t she get a single break for once in her life! Rising to her feet, downright forgetting to cover herself, anger clearly blazed. ‘How dare he! The shameless jerk! ’ She didn't care how strong this demon or who this demon is suppose to be he had a lot of nerve shoving her to the ground like that.

"Who the heck do you think you are! You moron!" she bellowed furiously, pointing an accusing finger as a higher authority would do disciplining a disobedient child.

“Moron you say? I am not the one ---”

Her frantic screeches drowned his bruised retort. She was on a roll and there‘s no force opposing her destiny. “Pompous- ignorant- idiotic- sick minded- ill behaved! --”

Normally on another level Kuronue slit the throat of whomever insulted him or even dared to oppose him, setting the moron in there rightful place. He would have and should have shown Kagome whose the one in charge (He, over the many conquests he indulged in, never encountered a vixen audacious enough to bicker with him. This woman’s behavior truly a peculiar piece of work) on the mark if he wasn't at the moment distracted by the girl's quite hefty rack, wiggling and jiggling with her each movement. This telltale detail whisked antagonism clenching his knuckles and impelling his cold glare away, transfixed on her alluring chest he tuned out her vexing voice. Breasts, the part of a female anatomy men are forever dazzled by, there just so big, round, soft, squishy, nice to feel within his palms, so… tempting to taste. This girl cannot possibly understand the tease she is right now.

“AND ANOTHER THING YOU PEEPINGTOM YOU NEVER-”

A strong steel-like arm snaked around her back, slamming her against his strong chest. Kagome yipped coming in short within the brash contact. ‘What- ’ she scarcely pieced together the concept of the pacing sequences happening, a clawed hand gripped her chin lifting her to stare up into the indecipherable eyes scrutinizing her intently. The youkai’s gaze penetrated her, he trapped her in the many bindings coiling around her physically and subconsciously.

In his arms Kagome felt so fragile and tiny. His towering presence overwhelmed the bravado she trudged on seconds earlier. Where has her courage gone to? Shaking in her toes would’ve overcome her racked nerves if she weren’t so tightly constrained to him, in place of the desired reaction she settled for rigid stiffness. His claws lightly stroked her chin, shimmering chills swam her nude flesh-- she consciously was reminded of her naked stated and flushed a dark maroon. This can’t be happening to her! Not her! “L-L--Let me g-go,” she muttered below a whisper, she found her voice before losing it again.

He’s going to kill her…she trembled aware of the fact.

Claws brushing ghost light scrapes along her throat he felt her pulses’ rapid beats. She’s excited. Good. Her scent tantalized him, the mixture fear and elation collaborated was like aphrodisiac to him-- the slight difference is she isn’t creaming for him, though he’ll rectify this soon, he smirked at the challenge. She trembled and before she could screw her eyes shut and accept the fate set for her Kuronue nipped her ear lobe, his appeasing tongue taking her lobe. She gasped feeling a new set of prickling awareness she was ignorant she had.

Chills descended and Kuroune smirked against her jaw as he moved towards her beautifully scalped neck, he whispered enough for her to shivered at his words. “Does that feel good, little girl?” his low tone dipped further “or does this feel better?” His hand bracing her against him smoothed up and down her spine, the tips of his claws occasionally skidding.

Kagome made a noise, she wasn’t certain it was lucid enough for comprehension she wanted to push him away, yell him off but in her hemmed in position she couldn’t precisely act on the impulse. The denial enforcing her slight squirming bit by painful bit was slipping…

“Na-no…ahh -- stop-p” she rasped, her hands fisting tight in the folds of his front. Those immoral hands conveying terrible shivers tensing her body.

“Stop?” His mouth grazing the side of her neck “I believe you want the very opposite of it. No person can deny this doesn’t feel good” he sucked on her neck, she writhed, her protest choking in her throat.

Sliding his hands down her back below the buttocks he lifted her up from behind the thighs, wrapping her well-toned legs around his waist. He backed them up against the tree trunk and managed his manipulations easier now that she was in a more to level position for him to ravish her.

Ravish her to the brink she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Hey- knock it off!-- let me go!” these were the words spilling her mouth. To say and demand this is the logical thing to do and the way her hands pounded on his shoulders to push him away attributed to rationality. What she couldn’t understand is the gnawing yearn consuming her and this demon running his hot tongue along the line of her collarbone now ignited her struggling resolve.

Don’t stop, do more she not-so-discreetly yearned. It all felt so new and good if he stopped Kagome doesn’t know whether her sanity can handle it.

His mouth assaulted a breast his hand tweaking the unoccupied one. “Hm?” he blew a moist nipple his breath hardening the tip, she clenched her teeth so hard her jaw creaked. “And should I stop the question remains will you truly be satisfied?”

Her strained face froze, her signs of frustration hanging on the line in mid-air. He stopped and looked up his bright eyes startling her in their brilliance. What beautiful violet eyes she would’ve thought in saner moment. In the darkness and the way her eyes cooperated better in daylight she could solely make out hints his expression bear a resemblance to serious.

Swallowing she said nothing.

He said nothing.

He bore his half-lidded gaze into her frighten lustrous eyes than, without further warning, he let go. He dropped her to the ground in a lost heap turning to leave “I don’t play with unwilling ones much less humans. I rather pertain to my kind instead” he said not in the least disrupted, he appeared collected. “I can do better than fool around with a little girl” he said it more to himself as an afterthought than to the girl gawking on the ground.

Flipping to one point to the next under a seconds time-span jarred her senses. Kagome gaped incredulous at the composed youkai in slow leisure leaving the scene, completely abandoning her like a used toy. That’s what she felt, she felt thoroughly used. Used and tossed aside.

Free and unharmed she should be graceful the youkai took mercy on her and let her be. Relief ought to spread her right now, yes, right now the safe and sound feeling should take over her. In preference to the relief she oddly felt angry. Angry and insulted. It sunk a knife in her to be tossed to the side indifferently.

It hurt a lot in fact she stood up and shouted obscenities at his person. “You lousy demon! Where do you get the nerve to have your way with me then dump me like a broken toy! You jerk, to Hades with you!” Kagome shouted indignantly.

Kuronue cocked his head too sickeningly innocent and chuckled richly. “I was under the distinct impression this is what you preferred. Well isn’t it?”

“Uh-- I -- that’s not the point! Don’t change the topic!” Kagome spat flustered.

“Is it?” he began again with his eerie intonation. “I am referring to what you were saying before. It must weight a lot in that subconscious of yours to be deprived.”

“No…I mean -- shut up! You started this not me! Don’t go blaming me for anything” she was stuttering, beating around the bush aimlessly. He shouldn’t be so causal about this he needs to-- something. She was confusing herself in the little ring she dug herself in. Nothing she was angry for connected together.

She proceeded her habitual nervous babble, attempting to recoup the control over the situation and clear her name along her intentions she most definitely is not upset by his neglect.

No, why should she? Even when he left her cruelly hanging in the burning amidst of fervor. No. She absolutely isn’t upset.

Again Kuronue quickly grew bored with her blander droning.

God can she talk. She goes on and on…

Kuronue jaded in all aspect his attention narrowed down to the one thing -- well two things pertaining to a certain woman’s chest. He briefly wondered if he could sneak a squeeze.

Finally during her ‘reasonable explanation’ she noticed the silent demon hadn't heard a single word she said. He apparently been too occupied staring at her nude chest to pay a single drop of attention. Kagome's eyebrow twitched, this mere lecherous demon achieved the precise target in hitting her ultimate boiling point. InuYasha, Miroku, nor Kouga managed to accomplish to enrage her to this prong. The jerk, cynical and smug, infuriated her to no end. Oh, he's going to get what’s coming to him.

Beet-red Kagome (disregarding her bare state yet again. Quite the exhibitionist isn’t she?) marched up to Kuronue using every ounce of her bottled up rage to fuel her, she raised her hand and struck it down, hard. SLAP!

Kagome slapped Kuronue straight across the face, the heavy force behind the blow shoved his head to the side. Consequently awakening him rudely from his trance.

A sucker punch isn’t fair but she didn’t care. She needed every force on her side to assist her. Kagome darted to the nearest bush to hide her nudity and cover herself as much as possible. Where’s rags when you need them!

Slowly Kuronue rubbed his struck cheek, the action unreal to him at the first few passing seconds. He processed the following events of what had recently occurred, not once in his entire life has a woman ever dared to strike him then this mere little girl of a human comes along smacking the stupor out of him. ‘Why that little wench! She's going to learn why others fear me! ’ Kuronue gritted his teeth, a low growl emitting in his throat. His vision focused a scandalizing red tint, the outrageous gesture struck a nasty blow in his ego. Plus a little portion secretly admitted it hurt. For a small girl she had a exceedingly strong grip.

Kagome froze in place, rationalization slithering back to her. What did she do? She stared at her stinging hand astounded to believe she actually committed the action. ‘ What did I do…?’ She’s stupid enough to slap a demon stranger who can slaughter her in one swift gruesome move or choose to beat her to a bloody pulp. InuYasha and the others are nowhere in sight nor does she wield her trusty bow and arrows for defense. In other words; she’s a sitting duck.

‘Just great Kagome, just great! Now you done it this time stupid, why can't I ever think before I do something! ’ she reprimanded herself. Thoughts of regret passed her as the demon approached -- goodness his eyes are blazing!-- she trembled wishing for false hopes of escape.

“H-Hey calm down…I may not look it but I can defend myself” she said lacking confidence. She knew she’s not in the position to make empty threats but she needed to use whatever weapon to stop him from harming her.

“It’s very dreadful that I could care less” he said clipping her idiotic plan in half. She backed away.

Kuronue could practically smell the fear radiating off the girl, sadistically adding more spice to his arousal. The human acted defenseless, frail, frightened, things the dominant male liked to invoke and fuel. It verified he's the master. His eyes raked her small yet satisfying form, the girl had the right stuff to trigger a man to advance. Kuronue wanted nothing more than to push her to the ground and have his way with her, good and hard. Maybe the act will coerce the unruly girl a notch down or two. Then again a greater portion in him essentially found her little spitfire enthralling. The compulsion to act upon his instincts came strong but he didn't like to take his victims by force. He undeniably prefer the person to give themselves willingly and submit like the many other women he bended over in the past.

Kuronue’s eyes narrowed displeased with the woman’s carelessness, she allowed to dirty herself running through the forest. Beautiful she may be but filthy is no where on his list. She needed a bath. ‘No, this will not due.’

For a pregnant moment Kagome stopped trembling. Waiting for the finishing blow she cringed in advance. It never came, instead, the strong grip belonging to the demon tossed her over his shoulder in one fluid motion. The air knocked out her lungs Kagome did nothing aside gasp. Positive her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her Kagome witnessed the breath taking unfold of his large magnificent onyx wings spread out.

‘Bat wings? Then this demon is a bat demon,’ slightly taken aback learning the new development, Kagome remembered Shiori the bat hanyou strangely then quickly shaking it off. In a graceful flap the gust of wind passed through Kagome’s face and they took off.

Kagome hadn’t a clue where the demon planned to take her. Kuronue silently glided through the night air flying a higher altitude for safety purposes. For a short time the night sky is all anything Kagome’s eyes saw, soon from the angle Kagome was dangling she could see the picture of a lake steam swirling around below. This place seems familiar…

Kagome wanted to prod the thought further if the tickling jitters swarming her each instant Kuronue ran the tips of his claws behind her thigh weren’t distracting her.

She wondered where this bizarre youkai is flying her to. What will he do to her once they reached their destination? Will he force himself on her and perhaps devour her afterwards? The possibility clenched her insides as she paled a nice white shade.

Kagome squeaked surprised coming to landing. She balanced her weight on his broad shoulder trying not to tip over. Settling her stability Kagome set her resolve, demanding the demon to unhand her, she squirmed trying to free herself in a pointless effort. The more she tugged the tighter his grip became. "Let go of me demon! What do you want?! If it’s about the slap I'm sorry but your deserved it, just let me go please!" she pleaded. The demon ignored her.

"Woman, your name is…Kagome, is that correct?" he asked. He heard the other human woman call her by that brand.

“What’s it to you? Let me go and it won’t matter” she pushed a deplorable display of hope.

“Do you really feel that way?” the way he lulled her with those silken words, the sheer intricate air curled around the truth he brought forward. It’s similar to a mocking taunt. She despised it.

She mumbled curses under her breath, weakly answering his question. ‘ Wait a sec here… ’ Acknowledging her surroundings she took a look around the place, they were at the springs again; Sango and Kagome’s private springs. Confusion rode her, unable to understand what were the demon's exact intentions. First he spied on her and Sango, then chased her off to the forest scaring her to death, ravishing her and (reminder, she is still recovering now) he flew them to the hot spring again.

‘ What is he up to?’ she pondered at the thought while he set her gently on a stone ledge.

Snapping to reality, Kagome slipped into the warm spring trying to scrunch herself from view. She shone enough of herself to last anyone a lifetime. The hot spring water scorched her sensitive skin she hissed in the contact.

Amusing over her, his eyes seemed to pierce right through her. The impulse to meet his gaze straight on for the first time manipulated her will to not refuse. She glanced up at the demon before her finally able to get a good look at him. Eyes widening surprised, her expression resembled a stunned cartoon. Whatever she expected crushed to cindering pieces the minute she took in the demon's appearance. This was far more than a surprise, she expected to see a hideous ogre-like thing or an average bat demon not something resembling a male model.

Wavy long midnight black hair pulled back in a high ponytail ---such pretty, pretty hair, Kagome recognized ---- far taller stature than she can reach comfortably, contrasting skin to the usual sunny complexion and beautiful… a term to relate this splendor is a fallen angel. Dark and mysterious. To deny she wasn’t appraising him is contradiction.


She blushed catching herself staring far too long at the demon as if he were a treat to consume. She turned the other way for the sake to play it off. Ashamed, again he triggered her to be placed an awkward corner like Sango, InuYasha and Miroku did in certain, somewhat innocent, circumstances. Except this time it’s unbearably dominate. She’s baffled by the heating pressure knotting her abdomen.

Kuronue noticed the girl's reaction towards him, a wicked smile grazed his handsome features. ‘No one can resist temptation once its placed. I only need to guide her closer towards it.’

Nothing in his attitude gave the impression he’s disturbed, he calmly undid his clothing, discarding them to the side and stepped into the spring in all his nude pride. Kagome's eyes practically popped out of their sockets gazing at Kuronue's well toned figure she had never seen a man in the nude before (with the exception of Miroku and InuYasha. Walking in on that was completely by accident. This time it’s different) the youkai stripping his clothes off and bathing --in the same spring!-- in front of her fully aware she is present is an entirely different ballpark.

‘Stop staring at him!’ she chide herself. Despite her efforts the influence of his hands untying his hair letting long wavy locks free, spilling across his strong back and chest detained her. Irksome enough her curiosity to perhaps catch a glimpse of what might down below look like tugged her wrapped mind persistently. What is she thinking!

Just why did the stupid, stupid, stupid pretty haired demon have to be an ethereal beauty to question her own morality. She damns herself for letting Sango start this, if Sango never touched her and aroused her she wouldn’t have to deal with a demon imposing her inner desires. Vulgar the term but just why did she feel horny today!? Fleeing is the rational thing to do right? Rather than dash for her life Kagome found herself glued to her spot immobilized. She couldn't bring herself to leave, a part of her wanted to stay but for what is the key. She admitted this question bothered her greatly.

Silent as the intense atmosphere poured in Kagome remained still unable to prevent herself to watch the demon bathe, washing his wet shiny hair. He rinsed the contents off his pooling hair draping over his broad shoulder, he paid no heed to her presence completely immersed in his own ritual cleansing himself.

Out the corner of his eye he snuck quick peeks satisfied to witness her mounting frustration grow. Gradually the intensity will become unbearable for her to withstand and when that moment comes, which is pretty soon, he’ll counter.

“You can disappear now as you like. I brought you back now you can go” he dismissed her, brushing her away like a bothersome feather.

Kagome blinked for spacious instances gathering his words. He just wants her to leave, leave just like that? She didn’t seem to understand the first time and the moment she opened her mouth requesting for clarity he said it again “You can go I said.”

There verifies her doubts. He wants her to leave. To get away from him. An unsettling jolt creased her chest, unsure the true meaning the feeling represented it sat unwelcoming in her. For the second time tonight the youkai insulted her. Brave and unflinching, Kagome neared him ignoring the beating her heart played and dispensing the admiration for him up close. He is even more stunning she would have thought but the distraction to say something to him controlled her mind. “I--”


“I thought you were leaving?” he said almost painfully hopeful. His stoic, callous eyes patronized her fairly cruel. He returned to his business. God did it that hurt. Her lips tight, Kagome failed to fabricate a durable retort in her defense once more. Sending a nasty glare his way she sluggishly stepped out the spring.

Before her foot ever reached the shore she glanced back, strange resentment written allover her and she hated the heavy weight it caused. Seeing the girl had enough discomfort to last her a while he decided to end the woman's internal struggles, including his own. Smirking he ducked under the water and swam to her direction. Scared stiff, Kagome yelped when his hand clasped her arm and dragged her back in. Stumbling she fell right into his waiting arms, Kagome went mute.

“Such a terrible front you put, Kagome” he purred her name out. Kagome’s heart pounded rapidly confronting the handsome face in a proximate radius. She swallowed, her chest heaving with each breath rubbing across his firm chest. “Lying is not your strong.”

“I-- stop --no wait -- I” babbling nervous again. She’s tongue tied. Kagome is debating to give in to her cardinal needs. She confessed she possessed lustful needs, needs this demon ignited aflame. Though is it wrong to fall into it?

Kuronue kissed the curve of her delicate jaw, his hands adjusting her legs to straddle him. “Hurting you is never my intent.” Her thighs stiffen around his torso. “On the contraire, I offer relief to that hunger eating you up.”

“I…don’t know” she gasped her breaths quickening, “I don’t know who you are and….what you’re looking for” she whimpered as her neck stretched back for his takeover. Her hands gripped his muscular shoulder blades a tension stiffening them.

“I told the truth to you. Now it’s all a matter --” he pressed a sharp kiss on her throat, “--whether you decide to or not. Pick an option now because --” a hand squeezed a cheek, she jumped “there’s no going back afterwards.”

“I--”

His hand passed a sensitive area, her eyes widened. “Is this how you like to be touched? Is this what you desired a man to spoil you?” his words echoed in her mind. “Is this the way you quietly yearned the woman, Sango, to touch you?”

The option to fight him back for stating a shameful obvious others were ignorant to know dissolved. Kuronue predicted her rebuttal and counteracted her by pressing her closer. She’s overwhelmed. “I promise it will be to your liking.”

“Then…I …” senses heightening she shuddered, smoothing her hands down his back. She had to touch him. “Fine…do what you want to me” she finally said throwing her etiquette to oblivion.

Peering up his glowing eyes bore into her. “As you wish” with that he seized her mouth.

She wrapped her hands round his neck, arranging closer contact, she parted her lips permitting the accomplished youkai entrance, quivering feeling his tongue flickering in. She fancied his tinkering, the fashion he swayed her she’s ignorant to react. Not responding he bit her lip gently startling her to part her mouth wider, he coaxed her to partake. Kagome timidly slipped in her tongue, he groaned encouraging her to explore following his guidance, slowly getting the hang of the rhythm of things. ‘He tastes good’ she felt his fang as she brushed it with the tip of her tongue.

Kuronue fisted his hands in her soaked mane bringing her closer than possible. Kagome clung to him her legs compressing round him.

All the logic and doubts she had in her head completely vanished, the only reason she listened to the hunger her flesh yearned, need to have his youkai do the wicked to her to sate this craving for once. Immoral and improper but she didn't care, nothing mattered anymore she wanted this more than anything.

Breaking the vehemence kiss, Kuronue searched the girl’s flushed face reading the vibrant lust, the rich desire intoxicating his senses. Kuronue's darken eyes sent a jolt to reach her blazing abdomen. Her trembling hypersensitive fingertips threaded the black slick locks, silken strands tingling through the tips of her fingers. ‘Such gorgeous hair…’ Bearing an enticing dangerous air Kagome’s half-lidded eyes protruding her tousled damp hair painted such a seductive depiction Kuronue wondered who was the one actually in command.

Irresistible, his forefinger stroked those swollen pink lips of hers, she closed her eyes and clasped her smaller delicate hands on his larger hand, she took in his finger tip in her mouth sucking it, carefully outlining the sharp claw. Kuronue’s brows raised bowled over Kagome’s sudden unhindered actions. Oh, hell, she swirling her tongue over him, it related to another action setting his member in an inferno. Didn’t the little minx realized how lascivious she appeared doing that, performing a sensuality sweeping him in deeper.

Barely aware his breaths coming short and the pounding in his chest increasing Kuronue was impotent to stand aside watching any longer. He pulled away, Kagome gasped having little time to prepare for his onslaught, arduously seizing her lips, indulging in.

Sweet and passionate, Kuronue kissed and nipped his way towards the plump breasts with uncontrollable hunger he ensnared a feverish breast, suckling on the pebbled peak twirling stimulus strokes. While the pad of his thumb traced the hardened point on the other. It felt like before, he’s doing it again, and again she mewed, quivering fingers curling into his hair.

Kuronue conveyed delicious rushes of contentment throughout her body assaulting each nerve with shivering jolts, Kagome’s excitement escalated. Between her legs the bundling zeal tighten beneath, what to do to relieve it? The craving itch to possibly finger herself lurked around.

Kuronue continued his ministrations on the unkempt breast, Kagome whimpered missing the hot breath on her breast quickly replacing it with his clever fingers. He continued placing hot kisses allover her; up the nape of her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, his talents electrifying her system. She moaned her pleasure. Leaning in she nipped the auricle of his ear, the deed meant to cut her maddening craving. She licked and nibbled the delicate soft flesh. She had hit the bull's eye pinpointing his weak spot as she heard the sharp intake of breath escaping his lips. Kagome rather liked the sounds coming from this man, it gave her a sense of power to be able to manipulate a creature into a sense of vulnerability.

Kagome smirked at his halt, she persisted to nibble and gnaw tenderly his ear, her teeth taking in the pointed tip of his ear. In her arms she felt him jerking, twitching, and his quick paced breaths racing. She covered his neck in red marks she even took advantage of his rigid state to admire his fine sculpt chest and chiseled muscular arms holding her up. Each place her hands caressed confirmed pure tough exterior. Despite the steel built up his skin felt so smooth as she motioned her fingers along the physical contours, every single contact his muscles flexed in respond.

Those curious touches, Kuronue did nothing to diverge the girl’s explorations he encouraged it, he closed his eyes shut dipping to the feel of it. Capturing his rock hard nipples into her mouth experimenting with soothing caresses, cautiously she flicked and nipped.

He would have dropped her in the spring whole weren’t for his awareness they were in the deep inn. Painfully he glided them to a shallow end near the shore. The cold air promoted showering discomfort but the steam clouding the air offered a sort of consolation. Kuronue jerked, balling his hands in her hair pushing her face closer to his chest enjoying the entrancing torture the girl initiated using a combination of teeth and tongue. The youkai cupped her face lightly pulling her in for a searing kiss, grazing her luscious lips. “You devilish little girl,” his deep tone whispered. Kagome closed her eyes permitting his sweet persuasions.

Kuronue raked his fangs lightly across her shoulder, teasing, whispering every so often dirty talk in her ear. "Vixen…" he murmured gently, his warm breath blowing in her ear.

Breathing quickening, the surging rush the heat pooled below, boiling blood could be felt coursing veins, each pulse throbbing detectable. Enough is enough, as much as Kuronue enjoyed the opulent frolic the agonizing accumulating strain stretched on far too long for any man to handle. The wrenching struggle requiring release.

Kuronue leaned back reforming the arrangement they were in. He parked himself, the fertile ground soft underneath him. Kagome sat astride on him. She questioned him a tad confused. Now what did this demon had in mind? Nothing in his exquisite profile provided evidence to answer her befuddlement. Then she noticed. She happen to glance down and she saw it, eyes flaring she now knew what ‘down below’ looked like. One thing she can say truthfully the youkai had a right to boast and be so cocky. He’s well endowed. She flushed. And very much alert, she noted.

Up and down he caressed her hips claw tips designing thin lined cycles to catch her attention. His passive expression showed smugness to the fullest and something similar to despair. Almost. The unsteady motions he swept her in distorted her from the eye catcher she previously saw.

“Kagome,” he said in his righteous grace. Lightheaded she listened, her chest heaving in pacing puffs. “You’re a lovely child,” his heart jabbing smile curved those artistic lips. “And so very responsive” he skimmed a hand down her hip sliding it between her thighs. She hissed as he massaged the thrilling nub.

“Enjoy the way I touch you,” his inserted a digit in “I adore those reactions I invoke in you for the first time.” He dipped further exploring the snug moist cavity, burning and pulsing superbly. “This what makes deflowering a pure worth wild.” Sluggishly he dipped in and out her, muscles contracting around his finger. She jerked on reflex.

“…Oh…god….” Kagome clenched her teeth together, screwing her eyes shut.

Leaning in, giving one last lip locking kiss he positioning the girl, wriggling his finger away parting her slick moist folds preparing to enter her. “Are you ready Kagome? I won’t lie since this is your first time, it might hurt a little” he warned her, his conclusive sultry tone informing her what‘s to come. “But only for a moment.”

‘Hurt?’ Hesitantly she paused, collecting her scattered thoughts. Second guessing her actions for a moment. Gossip her friends back home shared spoke of slight pain when… ‘doing it’ the first time. Eri mentioned since she rode her bike far too many times eventually would have damaged her hymen sooner or later in an accident or some babble like that. She said it for teasing. Kagome never said anything back to her, reference to the topic. What the hell were they referring to? Was it this?

She dreamed about this, fantasize about this moment and now it’s finally time. Nervous though assured she nodded her head. Kuronue peck her flushed cheeks, rarely descending to the gesture to nuzzle a person, her specifically.

Leisurely he entered her, taut and burning he slowly squeezed in absorbing the delicious sensation tauten his rigid erection he awaited for so long. He unintentionally buried his thick talons into her hips as he pushed her closer, slipping further inside her. Gasping in one swift thrust he penetrated the thin membrane of her maidenhood.

She winced and jerked forward. The pang of pain ripping inside brought a familiar stinging scorch to her eyes. It didn’t hurt as she expected (maybe the bicycle gag wasn’t merely a joke) but it still had an impact she wasn’t really sure she wanted to continue. The stretching between her thighs, her inner muscles adjusting to Kuronue’s erection all felt weird. Not totally bad just new.

“That did hurt” she said reproachfully.

“I did warn you, do you wish to stop,” he wasn’t going to either way, he simply asked on sick intrigue.

She didn’t answer. He knew her answer and waited for her to recover. After a few seconds the pain left her, not entirely, but enough to continue where they left off. She inquired why the youkai stopped, was it for her sake? How touching… now she wanted touch him. She waited for him to resume his ministrations. She’s eager for the upcoming sequence.

She leaned forward, nose to nose she kissed the tip of his well-structured nose. He quirked a brow probingly, “Aren’t you going to kiss me or something?”

“I figured you fancy to stop” Kuronue said in a as-a-matter-of-fact way. He fixed with much effort a serious face.

Kagome furrowing her brows did not buy a single thing on that pretty feigning countenance. What an ass in the words InuYasha said often to a mean jerk and this one’s a really mean ass. “Cynical --

“Those aren’t becoming words a woman should say,” he jeered, his pristine fangs poking out the corners of his lips. Kuronue lightly patted her soft backside, she frowned very annoyed. “Human women at least should retain the common --

His ridiculing lecture cutoff he hissed, Kagome thrust, too impatient for him to pick up where they left off. She jerked her hips pushing him to continue.

Taking the non-too subtle hint a smile plastered on his face. Selfish little thing isn’t she. Fine with him. He motioned at a steady pace relishing the drug of her core. Tremors surfaced, skimming her skin in waves, Kagome’s hips rocked forward assisted by Kuronue’s hectic motions driving her in and out of him.

Kagome arched for him magnificently, her ample round breasts jutting out, and her cries was music to his ears. Spasms curled spiraling down and he paced in timed patterns; first slow measured, almost rotating in circular motions then gradually plunging into her roughly. His goal to prolong the exaggerated hypersensitive state writhing in splendor tremors worked marvels. This girl is unbearable good.

Her inner muscles closing in on his length, clamping down, her sweltering walls searing in. Kuronue grunted his eyes shutting. Recoiling, plummeting to submission. The pressuring building inside her burning center was absolutely amazing. A completely different drive on a level of its own.

Her stomach coiled in knots, her toes curled numb to everything even the soggy soil her feet sank in as the amazing ecstasy she rode slammed impact after impact.

‘Harder, faster!’ she would have begged in a coherent mind. She thrashed compiling to his demands, he fastened the velocity, pumping faster and rougher into her. The swiftness of all the earlier roguish friction toned down to frantic pounding. Kuronue kept driving in.

Little by little Kagome learned to keep up with his speed occasionally meeting him with each thrust. He grinding her hips abrasively. She lost her beat, the hustle became too fast for her to reach. Kagome clung to him her arms hugging his shoulders. Slick and drenched, Kagome groaned weighting the pressure swamping her on Kuronue’s resilient frame. His presence overwhelmed her, encircled her in a sense of security she could rely on.

Powerful described the youkai.

Tension and hassled strain loading up profusely. This time escalating in a accelerating rate. Her insides twisting and shoved forth her release. A cry ripped through her throat. She came. The concentrated force pummeling her. Her hands cackled a static pink whizzing her interior and rippling the demon in her arms.

Kuronue dug his tough talons lightly into Kagome, unable to control his nearing climax. Thrusting harder and faster a sensational rapture hit. He came, pouring his draining essence inside her. One frenzy impact evacuated him blissfully afterwards the real earth shaker hit him. Stunned, the dosing blow of vibrant vivid energy collided, rattled each individual nerve in his frame. The momentum passed, the burst of power depleted. Kuronue still inside her sagged on a nearby boulder holding her against him. The strength to set her aside limp.

Fatigue weighing its heavy presence, Kuronue spent, bid her a wearied glance. Where the hell did that surge of power come from? The aftershock granted wore each ounce of energy he had left. Goodness is he beat. She looked beat too. Can’t blame her though, the session sapped her as well. An arrogant smug curved his mouth acknowledging the fact.

Regaining movement Kagome peered up at him, pink faced and slick her eyes held a vacant barren. His face hardened. The dilated aura she’s channeling posed a problem. ‘She did that…she did… ’ Kuronue stiffened cornered like a sitting duck. Crawling up Kagome’s firm grip clinched the sides of his face. Blank faced, Kagome’s steady fingers pushed aside the moist glossy black ringlets obscuring his surprised visage.

‘This human girl…’ She did nothing for an ageless pastime.

She leaned in her lips whisking his breath away. ‘She’s a miko…’

Kuronue never pushed her off him, compliant he let her do her sought after task he allowed her entrance to him. His weapon not too far beyond his reach he could simply reach for it and obliterate this miko.

He never picked up on the natural automated impulse. The demon rested a hand on her lower back, uncharacteristically fluttering his eyes close. The discovery sinking in.



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“By the way, what’s your name?”

“Kuronue” was the final thing he said before he disappeared into the night.


Kuronue left with drained ease. Half the way he flew, although due to his circumstances he walked on foot the rest of the way. Coming in contact to a giant ancient tree Kuronue leaned forward splaying a hand on the tough base of the trunk. Scanning the blood readings the tree vibrated, a rectangular outline dotted the trunk. Kuronue walked in melting in the tree trunk, in the other side he stepped out in a dark narrow hall. He unlocked the various barriers stationed to prevent intruders entering. Returning to his private quarters he embraced the tranquility offered. Regardless he came in contact --very intimate contact-- with a miko and nearly purified he felt ….oddly fantastic and refreshed.

The sex was good he can’t lie about that, he hadn't had such good sex with a woman in a long time, it’s rare his bed partner left him satisfied. To relish intermixing with a miko demonstrates his nutty masochistic streak. A near death experience in bed spices up the party.

This little miko, Kagome, ranked a high mark in his records. Maybe he should frisk priestess’ more frequent?

He entered the marvel of a room, walking pleasantly along the gurgling indoor pond. He earned a deserved rest. He flopped onto the bed choosing against dangling from the ceiling. He may be a bat demon but he certainly despised hanging upside down. “You’re in a splendid mood this morning, something happened?” intoned the rich voice belonging to Youko Kurama.

Kurama did not necessarily require to dig further to tell his partner painted the town red. “You look absolutely ruffled up.”

Tipping his head in recognition he smirked devilishly, “Oh yes in deed. I just had the most wonderful fore filling moment with a women while you were away.”

“By the looks of it she must have been extremely good to keep you smiling and talking like this” brows raised the fact took him by surprise. Was their such a female to leave the stoic Kuronue in a state of giddiness. If one chose to call it that.

“Definitely.” Kuronue sunk back the silk bedding caressing his wrung limbs. He muttered a curse as he laid flat on his back. “Shit, my back’s killing me” he winced. That little minx of a woman narrowly threw out his back.

Back aches? Now this is interesting. "So, who is this mystery woman of yours I assume ranking a ten on your charts" asked Youko imploringly.

Kuronue picked up on him. “Not this time my friend. I think I want to keep this particular one for myself. You understand right?” Youko took the bait.

“Must you be a selfish bastard Kuronue,” Youko pouted disproval crossing his face. He sat bedside Kuronue’s lax form and consistently began poking a sharp finger at the bat youkai’s aching sides. “Tell me you greedy mercenary” he pressed on.

“It’s only fair. Kurama, you are by far worst than me you hypocritical kitsune! Now get out. I’m tired.”

“No. I want you to tell me the name and where this woman lives. You can’t have all the fun” Youko insisted. A stubborn streak hardening his handsome features. Punching him away sounds satisfying right about now, yet, Kuronue failed to lift a muscle to inflict a blemish on that gorgeous face of his. Damn exotic kitsune.

“You know I don’t cling to women, right? Telling you shall prove to be a waste of time. Trust me the woman is outside safe standards.”

“Oh?” Kurama poked. “How so. You seem above well.”

Sighing, today he’s missing out on a essential rest. Kuronue propped an arm resting his chin on his palm he said it straight to the point. “She’s a miko. I learned the hard way.”

Kuronue knows by personal experience Youko Kurama loves having sex more than he can apprehend. A fox demon depends on it to survive. To tamper with an opposing force should cool down the kitsune’s head.

“That’s fascinating.” He adorned a cheeky grin. Kuronue defied the urge to roll his eyes. Fine let him do whatever the blazing hell wants. This is not the first time Kurama flew on an insane whim to possess an unattainable.

Defeated Kuronue mumbled, “The woman is called by the name of Kagome.”

"Ah, so her name is Kagome… Well then I will find this fair maiden myself" he vowed, smiling a toothy grin.

"I wish you luck, my friend" said Kuronue truly meaning it. He hoped problems didn’t arise at a cost.