Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Elemental Education ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

The next thing Bekka was aware of was the feel of the bed under her. Frowning, she opened her eyes to see Kurama bending over her. “How long?” she asked groggily.

 

“A full day,” came the reply. Bekka could hear and see that he'd been concerned. “Do you know why?” he asked.

 

Bekka tried to sit up but was restrained. Sighing, “Oma said it was difficult to learn elements other than the native one.” Bekka rubbed her head, “Air is probably the easiest because it's freely moving, like fire, even though fire is grounded and air isn't.”

 

“What does `grounded' mean?” He thought he knew what the term meant, but it seemed to have a different meaning when she used it.

 

“Can I sit up, first, please?” Kurama removed his hand from her chest and Bekka pulled herself to sit cross-legged on the bed. “Grounded means that fire has a fixed source, where air doesn't. Freely moving means that air can go anywhere, without restrictions. Fire is slightly restricted since it needs a…ummm…fuel for lack of a better term. Water is more fixed than fire because it has a fixed size, though its shape is free flowing. Earth is fixed, stable, stationary, for the most part. Even when earth does move, which takes a lot of energy, it doesn't move very far.”

 

“Are you going to fall asleep every time you use anything other than fire?” This really wouldn't be good at all.

 

Bekka frowned a moment. “Probably the first time, maybe a couple of times, since it takes a lot of concentration and energy. Once I get used to them, I should be fine, I think.”

 

“You think?” he echoed, not really liking the sound of that.

 

“I've never done this before…I don't know.” Bekka was at a loss.

 

In an abrupt mood change, Kurama bounced off the bed. “Get up, we're going out.” He walked over to the wall of vines and began looking for something.

 

“Out?” Bekka echoed as she followed more slowly. She couldn't get anything from his thoughts other than he was pleased with himself and this made her uneasy.

 

“Yes, Bekka, my dear, out.” He withdrew a small wrapped bundle from the closet. “Go, get dressed in that ivory outfit of yours and meet me in the living room.” He walked out, his tail swaying in pleasure.

 

`He's entirely too pleased with himself,' Bekka thought uneasily as she moved to comply. She couldn't read anything from his thoughts that gave her a clue as to what he was planning. `Damn him learning how to block me from his thoughts!' she huffed, running the brush through her hair. Gusting out a breath, she put her brush down firmly and walked to the living room. Arms akimbo, she demanded, “Why are you so pleased with yourself?”

 

Kurama looked up from the strip of fabric he'd been fingering, “Because, my dear Bekka, you are going to town with me.”

 

“And that makes you happy?” she asked, incredulous.

 

“Yes, because you have to wear this,” he held up the strip of fabric he'd been fingering. It was a narrow band with elaborate designs running along its length.

 

“And that is what, exactly?”

 

Kurama grinned, knowing by her questions that he was learning to block her from his thoughts, “A ward.”

 

“And it does what exactly?” Bekka was beginning to get annoyed.

 

Though he knew baiting her was probably not the best idea, it was fun. “Generally, wards…”

 

“Not generally, that one specifically,” she interrupted.

 

Kurama stood up, walked over to her and began wrapping the band around her left arm. “Generally, wards repress yoki, demon's energy, but this is a warning.”

 

Sighing in frustration, Bekka asked, “What kind of warning?”

 

Kurama cupped her cheek, looking at her seriously, “That you are not to be molested.”

 

Bekka blanched as the meaning behind the words came through his mind. Without it, she would be in danger of being taken forcibly. Kurama's preference for willing partners was not shared by all in the Makai. “How does it work?” she asked.

 

Kurama smirked at her, “It marks you as my property.”

 

Bekka jerked back, “Your what?”

 

“Here, in the Makai, ningens are either food or slaves. Which do you prefer?”

 

Bekka grimaced, not liking either choice. “Fine, what do I have to do?” she asked suspiciously.

 

“Just behave,” he grinned.

 

She eyed him sharply, “Behave how, exactly?”

 

Kurama caught her cheek again, “Do as you're told and keep quiet.” Releasing her cheek and tapping her on the nose, “You can do that, right?”

 

Bekka shot him a dirty look before schooling her features into a neutral mask and bowing. “I'll behave, sir.” She really didn't like it, but didn't see that she had a choice.

 

Kurama chuckled, bending over to whisper in her ear, “See that you do, or I'll be forced to punish you.” He licked her ear and continued to laugh as she struggled to control the color rising in her cheeks. “Let's go.” He turned on his heel and left.

 

Bekka followed, confused and upset. She was confused about Kurama's ability to block her, why he chose to go to town now, what he was planning. She was upset at having to be his “property” and not being able to tell if he believed it or not. She could still read his emotions, but couldn't get much more from him. She was loosing what little advantage she had and wasn't happy about that.

 

After a short time, Bekka became aware of more voices in her head. She thought she'd gotten used to having more than her own voice running through her skull, but hearing so many more was disconcerting, to say the least. In an attempt to quiet them, she tried to focus on the now familiar voice of Kurama, but between the others and his blocking her, it was difficult to concentrate. Rubbing her temples, she began to think viciously, `C'mon, concentrate. You can do this. Focus!' Her steps began to lag as her mind turned inward.

 

Kurama noticed she'd fallen behind as they approached the town. He looked back at her, wondering what was holding her up. When he saw her pained expression, he began questioning the wisdom of this trip. “Bekka?” he asked as he walked back to her and reached out to touch her.

 

Bekka caught his wrist, trying to avoid the added noise she thought contact would bring. Suddenly, the din quieted to a tolerable level. Shocked, she also realized she probably shouldn't be holding on to Kurama's wrist the way she was, even though she was reluctant to loose the benefit of reduced noise. Slowly, she released her grip. “I'm sorry,” she muttered, looking at the ground, waiting for the assault on her mind to begin again.

 

Kurama saw Bekka's aura flash gold as she grabbed him. This puzzled him, as did the lingering band of aura around his wrist. “What is this?” he asked, holding out his arm to the girl.

 

Confused, Bekka looked at his arm, his face, and back to his arm. “What's what?” she asked.

 

Kurama pointed to what he could see so clearly around his wrist, “This.”

 

Bekka frowned, “Your wrist?” She caught that he thought she was playing games. “That's all I see. I don't see anything else,” she protested.

 

“You don't see the gold aural band you placed around my wrist?” he asked carefully, watching the girl closely.

 

“No, all I see is your wrist. What is an aural band? And how did I put it there?”

 

“How could you not know what an aura is? You use it to summon fire and air.” He couldn't believe she was ignorant of this

 

“I do?”

 

“You don't see it?” he asked, beginning to think she might not be playing with him.

 

“No, I've never seen anything other than fire when I summon it and my eyes were closed when I summoned air.”

 

He frowned, regarding his wrist, “When you grabbed me, what were you thinking?”

 

“I-I didn't want the noise in my head to get louder. There are several voices and I couldn't sort them out. I thought that if you touched me, it'd get worse, but it didn't. I could focus just on you and the rest of the voices dimmed. I didn't want them to get loud again when I let go. I don't know what I did, though,” her voice trailed off, waiting.

 

“Gold would be a form of air, wouldn't it?” he asked, watching as she frowned and nodded. “Air is the element of intelligence and therefore the mind, right?” She nodded again. “You wanted to protect your mind, right?” Another nod. He shrugged and smiled, “Well at least you have the right instincts for this.” He turned, walking again in the direction of the town.

 

Bekka stood for a moment, staring after Kurama, dumbfounded. She had just learned a lot in a short amount of time, but now she had questions. She jogged to catch up to Kurama. “Could you tell me more about this aura?” she asked eagerly.

 

He laughed at her, “You're supposed to supply information.” She looked crestfallen, and he relented, partially. “Demons have an aura called `yoki.' A demon's strength is measured by their yoki. Humans have a similar thing called a `reiki.' Usually, this is always visible to those who can see it. In your case, however, it's only visible when you're using your powers.”

 

Bekka thought this over. “Why did you call mine an aura instead of reiki?”

 

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, “Because it changes color.” She started to protest, to ask a question, when he continued, “Yoki and reiki are always the same color for a demon or person. They don't change. When you summon fire, your aura is red and with air it's yellow.”

 

“Oh,” she thought a moment. “Then for water, it'll be blue and for earth it'll be green.” She smiled at him. “Thank you, Kurama-sensei.” She began humming as she fell back into place behind him.

 

They entered a smallish building on the outskirts of the town. Kurama thought sharply for the girl to be silent and do as she was told just before entering and was relieved when she stopped humming.

 

“Oy, Kurama, been a while since we seen you here during the day,” the barkeep, a largish demon with red skin looking, for all the world, like a characture of the devil, greeted the kitsune as he entered. His eyes noticed Bekka behind Kurama, taking in her form and the ward on her arm. “When'd you git yerself one o' them? Though, she's pretty `nough.”

 

Kurama laughed easily, taking a seat at the bar. Surreptitiously, he pointed to the floor beside him. “Ah, yes, Koken, she's a recent acquisition of mine. I found her amongst some other misplaced treasures.” Kurama winked at the barman, who knew his reputation.

 

Bekka stood slightly behind Kurama, resenting being talked about as if she were just an object. She kept her face carefully schooled, not allowing her anger to get the better of her. Trying to take her mind off their conversation, she began to look around the bar. There were several demons scattered around the dimly lit room. Some looked more animalistic, while some looked nearly human. She was amazed at the variety of shapes and sizes. Her attention was brought sharply back to Kurama when he pinched her arm. Her cheeks flamed with color from embarrassment and anger.

 

“Still got some fight in `er, looks like,” Koken commented, lust creeping into his voice.

 

Bekka's stomach quailed. Kurama regarded her for a moment before replying, “Yes, she's got a bit of fire in her. I've heard the red headed ones do. But,” he pulled Bekka to stand before him, between his knees, “I haven't finished with her yet.” He turned the girl around, pulling her back to his chest with one arm as the other roamed over her body. Her blush deepened as she bit her lip. Kurama rested his chin on her shoulder, still talking to Koken, “Just imagine how much she'll be worth when I'm through with her.” He turned to nibble on her ear, enjoying teasing the girl when she couldn't do anything in return.

 

Koken swallowed visibly, “Ya ever wanna sell `er, let me know, eh?”

 

Kurama chuckled, “Of course. The usual to drink, please.”

 

Koken walked off to prepare the drink and Bekka muttered under her breath, “I hate you, you know.”

 

Kurama nuzzled her neck, whispering as hi did, “Of course you do. I can feel it, smell it, how much you hate this.” A small laugh, “If you hated it anymore, we'd have to go to one of Koken's back rooms.” His tongue darted out to lick her neck and she had to fight back a groan as Koken returned with Kurama's drink. He drank it slowly, occasionally speaking to other customers, all the while, using one hand to explore Bekka's torso and arms.

 

Bekka was loosing the battle to keep her mind focused on anything. Between Kurama's hand wandering over her body, feeling his impression of her, and the envious or lustful thoughts of the other patrons, rationality was simply lost to the girl. Her reaction was not lost on Kurama. His teasing had previously been met with evasion or rebuttal. Here she could do neither, having to submit to him. He knew she was enjoying what she felt, but wondered what would happen on the walk back to his den. As much as he wanted her, he knew that if he took advantage of her, it could cause problems with her training. She had to trust him, so, reluctantly, he tossed a coin at Koken and pushed Bekka away, pinching her in the process. She gasped, not catching herself in time, causing Koken to chuckle. “G'night, Kurama. See ya nex' time,” he called as the kitsune left. “An' feel free to bring back th' girl.”

 

Kurama waved over his shoulder, not looking back. He noticed that the band was no longer around his wrist. At some point, Bekka had dropped her defenses.

 

Her mind was chaotic as Bekka followed the fox demon. She had to reach a decision. Her body was screaming for more, there was no doubt about that. She knew he wanted her, too, and knew why he had chosen to leave. In her mind, however, a small voice screamed at her, telling her she needed to be faithful to her husband.

 

`Why should I?' another voice countered viciously. `I'm never going to see him again and he rejected me, so why should I?'

 

The small voice offered that such a short time had passed.

 

`I decided to move on, to move forward.'

 

The little voice countered, `Are you sure you won't regret it?'

 

She thought about this, almost running into Kurama as he stopped inside his den. She knew the answer.

 

Bekka wrapped her arms around Kurama's waist from behind, surprising him. He turned to look at her, only seeing the top of her head, her cheek pressed against his back. “Bekka?” he asked, wanting to understand her motives.

 

Stepping back, letting her hands trail as she did, Bekka looked up, her eyes darkened to blue. “I know what we both want.” She glanced down at her hands, now resting on the small of his back. She drew one hand down his tail, enjoying the softness of it before looking up again. “I know what we both want,” she repeated, her voice thickening. She walked around to stand in front of him. “No regrets,” she said, reaching up to place her hand on his cheek, urging him to bend down.

 

“Are you sure?” Kurama asked his voice husky.

 

In response, Bekka slid her fingers behind his neck, pulling him down as she stood on her toes. Her free hand went to his chest to help maintain her balance as their lips met. She kissed him deeply, unlike the chaste kisses he'd used to tease her. Surprised and gratified, Kurama wrapped his arms around her waist. She pulled back, “Why are you surprised? I do know how to get what I want.”

 

“And what is it you want?” he asked, letting her take the lead, for now.

 

Bekka's voice was near a growl as she answered, “More.” She pulled him back to her, letting her lips express what she wanted, enjoying the dual sensations she felt. It was a heady experience, feeling a kiss from both sides. She wanted to feel more, groaning in disappointment when he pulled back.

 

“Why don't we go where we'll be more comfortable,” he suggested.

 

“And where would that be?” she asked coyly.

 

He picked her up, enjoying that she wrapped her legs around him, and began walking with her, “I think the bed would be nice, don't you?”

 

“Hmmm…” she began kissing his throat as he carried her, letting her tongue dart out every so often. He enjoyed it, almost having to stop and lean against the wall. She kissed up his neck and along his jaw, clinging to him with her whole body as he bent over the bed. He gently placed her on the bed, and she allowed her grip on him to relax. Her hand began to roam over his face as she pulled back to look at him. He was watching her, one hand behind her head, the other on her waist.

 

“Are you sure?” he asked again, still not wanting to take advantage of her.

 

Bekka glared at him, pushing back on his shoulder. He allowed himself to fall onto his back, amused, as the girl straddled his waist, “Do I need to show you exactly what I want?” she snarled at him.

 

“That could be fun,” he conceded, laughing at her.

 

She silenced him with a kiss, biting on his lower lip. “Fine, then, I'll show you what I want,” she growled with his lip between her teeth. She went back to kissing him, licking his lips, entering his mouth when he opened to her. She used her tongue to explore his mouth, pulling his into her own, as her hands massaged his scalp, rubbing his ears. He groaned, his own hands running up and down her back. Bekka drew her hands out of his hair, wanting to rid him of his clothing. Kurama pulled her shirt up, rubbing the bare skin of her back, enjoying the feel of it, the heat that was coming off her body as he did. Bekka left his mouth, kissing down his jaw, along his neck, nipping and licking, lost in a world of sensations. Never before had she experienced anything similar in her life. She knew exactly how her touch felt to him and it was an intoxicating sense of power. She knew what she wanted to feel from his body and what she wanted to do to him. It was something she'd long been curious about, and now she could have her answer. Her hands found the band of fabric that held his top in place, working with it until it came loose, then tossing it aside.

 

Kurama was amazed that Bekka was so determined, so aggressive. Even with knowing her as long as he had, he did not expect her to take the lead so adeptly. Her evasions led him to think of her as perhaps naïve or timid as a lover. He was glad he was wrong. He enjoyed her sure touch, knowing that she was doing to his body exactly what she wanted and what he enjoyed. He pulled her shirt up, removing it from her as she lifted enough to permit it. She was now spreading his top, kissing her way to one nipple as one of her hands wandered up from his waist. She licked at one nub as her hand brushed against the other. He moaned from the contact, wanting more, encouraging her. She began to suck and pinch his nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. He massaged her shoulders, wanting her to continue, but he wasn't sure if he wanted her to continue what she was doing or down his body. It wasn't very often that the kitsune was pleasured by another, and he was enjoying it thoroughly. She continued her ministrations for a time more and began kissing down his chest, her hands going to the waist band of his pants. He lifted his hips and she worked his pants down, using her feet to help push them off. She began to play with his belly button with her tongue. How did she know exactly what he wanted?

 

The sensations traveling through Bekka body merged to where she couldn't tell who was feeling what, but they gave her a map, directions, to what exactly would bring the most pleasure. Each touch shot through her, leaving a searing trail of sensations, desires, that left her wanting more, having to seek out more. She kissed down from his navel, evading his pulsing shaft as she did; wanting to feel more before she felt that. She kissed down his lower belly and to his inner thigh, licking on the tendon she found there. She looked up briefly at Kurama and saw him watching her, his eyes darkened with lust as he did. She smiled, and returned to exploring his body. Her hands trailed along his legs from hip to knee, as her mouth returned to his inner thigh, drawing her tongue along the tendon. She blew across the wetness left behind, enjoying the sensation as he shivered slightly beneath her fingers. Curiosity over came her and she licked the sack nestled between his legs. His body arched up toward her, encouraging her to continue as he groaned. The sensations in her body were incredible. She had to have more. She licked it again, and then drew as much as she could into her mouth. Her tongue played with the package, eliciting groans from the kitsune, whose fingers were massaging her scalp, urging her to continue, to do more. She allowed the treasure to leave her mouth, moving slightly to take in the rest of it, giving it the same treatment. She could feel the need of her own body, but wanted to do one more thing before she gave into its demands.

 

Kurama wanted her to continue, to do more to his body. He groaned as she left his sack, wanting more. He watched as she looked up at him, smirking, her eyes full of desire. She kept eye contact with him as she ran her tongue up his shaft, causing him to buck and groan. She blew on the moisture, still watching him, causing his cock to twitch. Placing on hand on his hip and the other wrapped around his shaft, she focused her attention on that. Her hand began moving up and down slightly as her tongue played with the head of his shaft. He wanted, needed more. She continued to tease, lick him, a while longer. He was about to try and push her down when she engulfed his shaft in her mouth, her tongue fluttering along the underside as she did. He groaned in pleasure, his eyes closing.

 

Bekka had never felt anything so incredible in her life. She continued sucking, licking, bobbing on his shaft, amazed at how good it felt. She couldn't get enough. Her body's demands faded, seemingly sated by this contact. She used her hand as an extension of her mouth, keeping it next to her lips, squeezing and relaxing her grip as she moved up and down. She used her tongue to trace intricate designs, trying to hit every nerve, elicit every sensation possible. She could feel the need for release building up in him. She wanted to bring him to that release, wanted to feel it, feeling her own body reacting. She could feel him pulling at her hair, trying to warn her. She growled against his cock, adding the vibrations of her voice to the sensations. She felt him relax against the inevitable, his body arching up, tensing as his release approached. Bekka could feel the molten flow of his orgasm in her own body as he filled her mouth with his seed. Dazed, she swallowed against his shaft, drawing out all he had to give her.

 

She was still dazed as she sat back on her heels between his feet. Pushing her hair back, she looked at him, his eyes focused on her. “I have never felt anything like that before,” she stated, her voice awed. She laid her hands on his knees. “I've wondered what it was like to be a guy, what you feel.” She shook her head, at a loss.

 

Kurama sat up, cupping the girl's cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked gently.

 

“Oh, yes, absolutely,” she answered.

 

He drew her close and kissed her. “Do you think you could handle more?” he asked as his hands traced her shoulders and arms.

 

She cocked her head, smiling, “I suppose I could, if I have to…”

 

“Well, if you don't want to…” he made a motion to leave.

 

“Leave and I'll light your tail on fire, kitsune,” she glared at him.

 

He laughed, running his hands up her arms, “Want more, do you, Bekka?” He began kissing her neck lightly.

 

“Yes, oh, yes,” she breathed.

 

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest, and then rolled over so she was below him. He kneeled to remove his shirt, tossing it off the bed as his eyes traveled along her body. Unhappy at seeing her still partially clothed, he grabbed the waist of her skirt, tugging as she lifted her hips. It followed his shirt off the bed as his eyes roamed over the aroused body of his partner. Her skin was glowing, covered with a sheen of sweat. Not able to resist any longer, he began kissing her neck and along her collar bones. His hands massaged her sides, finding the mounds of her breasts irresistible. He began playing with her nipples as he continued to kiss her neck. He was determined to bring her as much pleasure as possible, knowing now that his pleasure would add to her own. He kissed down her chest, bringing her breasts together to take both nipples in his mouth at once. She gasped, enjoying the twin sensations. Kurama released her breasts, his mouth kissing the valley between and his hands traveling to her waist. He licked up her breastbone and kissed her on the mouth before kissing her stomach.

 

Bekka's hands traveled on their own accord along his arms and into his hair. She massaged his ears, feeling the delight he had in this. She allowed herself to drift on the sensations, becoming part of them, not trying to sort or analyze them. She couldn't have said what he was doing, nor could she remember even what her own name was at this point.

 

Kurama drew intricate designs over Bekka's stomach with his tongue, enjoying the twitches and assorted noises this elicited from her. He played with her navel, almost laughing as it drew away from him. He blew on it, enjoying the shiver that traveled up the girl's body. He continued his journey down her body, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, breathing uneven pants. Gently, he brought his hands under her knees and lifted them, drawing them apart. She willingly complied, groaning with desire. He kissed along her inner thigh, running his hands along the back of her legs and buttocks. He could feel the heat coming off her, could smell her arousal. It was intoxicating. Inhaling the heady aroma, he drew his tongue up along her slit. Her juices were abundant and her hips moved, trying to lengthen the contact. Her body was making its own demands and desires known and he was willing to comply. He brought his lips to her lower lips and began to play with her clitoris. Her hips thrust to meet him and her hands pulled him closer. He focused his attention on the nub, watching her as the orgasm built in her. She thrashed her head side to side, calling out incoherently, her stomach twitching. He moved his hands to hold her hips still as she ground against him. Her legs tightened as her body arched in orgasm with a strangled cry. He continued his ministrations until she collapsed against the bed again, her body twitching. Kissing up her body slowly, he moved so his shaft was at her entrance, nudging it. Once more, he asked, “Are you sure?”

 

Bekka was amazed that he could even ask that question. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. “Answer your question?” she gasped as her body reacted to the stretching sensations and she felt the tightness and warmth from him.

 

Kurama kissed her deeply, using his tongue to explore her mouth as he rocked his hips against her. He could feel the vibrations of her moans in his mouth and adjusted his thrusts to draw more groans from her. She pulled back, panting, and he attacked her neck. He enjoyed how responsive she was and wanted more from her. He could feel her body tightening again in another orgasm, her body fluttering against his cock as she came. He nearly lost control of his own body at that point, but wanted more from her first. When she relaxed again, he sat up causing her to open her eyes. They were unfocused, glazed, curious. He delighted in this as he drew her hand to where their bodies met. At her frown, he explained, “Play with yourself.” She watched him as she slid her fingers between their bodies, expertly finding her nub and teasing it. Kurama watched her hand and her face as he continued to thrust into her, holing her legs for support.

 

Bekka soon was approaching climax again, the dual sensation of his shaft and her fingers, not to mention what she could sense from him, making it impossible to hold back. Her body began to convulse around her core, and she could feel his body drawing to climax as well. She cried out as her pleasure reached its peak, feeling him come inside her, with her. Her world was a kaleidoscope of impressions that gradually faded to nothingness as she felt him collapse on top of her.

 

Slowly, the world began to resolve itself. She could feel the bed beneath her, Kurama's hand gently caressing her, the coolness of the air. Blearily, her eyes opened, trying to focus on anything. Everything seemed to be blurs of colors. She could make out Kurama's face, looking at her. Gradually, it came into focus. She smiled at the tender expression on his face. His hand came to her cheek, a finger tracing her jaw line. “You were out for about an hour,” he told her, his finger tracing her lower lip.

 

“Feeling everything is a bit overwhelming,” she breathed, her voice still ragged and worn.

 

Kurama bent down and kissed her lightly, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

 

She gave him a glare, “Now that's a strange question. Yes, of course I did. Did you?”

 

He laughed, “Yes, very much. But don't think for a minute you're getting out of training in the morning.”

 

She yawned, “And why would I think that?”

 

He shrugged, not answering her verbally as he turned her on her side, pulling her back to his chest. “Go to sleep, Bekka.”

 

Bekka grunted in response, lacing her fingers through the hand that draped over her body.