Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Fox Hunt ❯ Night Terrors ( Chapter 2 )

Kurama softly closed the door to the room he shared with Hiei. There was a slight chance Hiei had already retired for the night; Kurama hoped that was the case. He was in no mood to face the all-seeing Jagon Eye just yet. There were too many unasked questions he needed to find answers for without that level of prying. However, luck was not with him it seemed. Hiei was just finishing the final moves of a rather complicated practice routine.

"That was quite the spectacle this evening." Hiei's voice dripped with his usual sarcasm. "Pray tell what you intended to do with that girl."

A very good question, my friend; Kurama thought to himself. What would have happened if Hiei had not come looking for him? Kurama sighed in resignation.

"She was being attacked by four rather unruly tournament spectators; I could not ignore her dilemma."

Kurama turned his back to Hiei and started his preparations for sleep. "If it had been you, you would not have hesitated either."

"That is not what I meant by spectacle and you know it. When I arrived I saw no demons, only the two of you practically rolling on the grass together. I have always thought better of you Kurama. Can you be more gullible? How can you possibly believe that story she told?"

Hiei shook his head in frustration. "There is one thing and one thing only you need to be concerning yourself with now. Karasu. We have two days before the final round and none of us need any other distractions."

Kurama faced Hiei across the room, "There is no harm in having compassion for another being in distress. If it is within my power to offer the girl assistance, then I shall do so. Besides, this has nothing at all to do with Karasu."

Hiei looked at his long time friend, his face reflecting his worry. "Can you be certain of that?"

"Nothing is a certainty, as you very well know. Good night, Hiei." Kurama said and climbed into his bed turning off the light.

He lay there reviewing the events in his mind. Again he saw the beautiful, young girl walking towards him on the path, their eyes meeting as she smiled a hello. Her muffled scream of pain and freight sent a chill racing down his spine as he doubled back on the path towards the sound. Those demons were no match for him either physically or courageously as they had fled at the first sign of competent opposition. Juri's relief had been palpable as she flung herself into his arms. How warm and supple her body had felt. Kurama remembered how her luminous violet eyes had shimmered with tears. With a sigh, he closed his eyes; her exotic scent of jasmine and some other long forgotten aroma assailing his memory. Her own arousal?

Her silky, pale green hair had tumbled about her shoulders in wild disarray. The skin of her cheek was smooth and inviting as his hand caressed a path downward towards her neck and upper chest causing his body to harden. How he longed to continue that caress, following the contours of her pink nippled breasts and feeling their turgid peaks harden with desire. He could hear the silk of her dress ripping away as he bared the rest of her body to his hungry gaze. Her excited sighs of delight encouraging him as he tasted the flesh of her neck; nibbling a trail downward. Around the base of her breast, Kurama licked an ever narrowing spiral, growing closer and closer but not quite reaching the peak. Juri closed her eyes arching her back trying to hasten his ascent. Kurama chuckled at her impatience.

As if to prolong her torture, Kurama repeated the process on Juri's right breast; his free hand moving to replace his lips and tongue on the left. Little whimpering sounds were coming from Juri's throat as she writhed in pleasure. Finally Kurama relented, closing his lips around her aching nipple; grazing the sensitive peak with his teeth.

Her hands which had been threaded through his scarlet mane now reached to pull impatiently at Kurama's tunic. Never one to disappoint, Kurama flung the offending garment to the ground. Juri ran her hands up his arms in a quick caress. He could feel the heat of her hands as she grasped his naked shoulders, digging her nails into the skin. Then her lips were at his throat. Sharp teeth nipped their way along the tendons in his neck followed by the velvety, wet softness of her tongue and lips; sucking and soothing the tiny wounds. Down his smooth, firmly muscled chest to his own pebble hard nipples. Juri lavished the same attention on his sensitive, male nipples and was rewarded by Kurama's own groan of desire.

Pulling away momentarily, Kurama quickly removed his trousers the better to feel all of her nakedness against his sensitized skin. Juri needed no further encouragement and encircled his fully aroused length with her delicate hands. Firmly she stroked his velvety hardness. Kurama's breath came quicker in his chest. Faster she stroked him, her free hand reaching out to caress his testicles, cupping and gently kneading them. Kurama threw his head back, feeling the gathering force of his release in his loins. Glistening drops of his essence beckoned to be tasted. Juri lowered her head and greedily lapped them up with her tongue. Closing her lips over his shaft, she took the full length of him into her mouth. In a continuous bobbing motion, she sucked hard as she pulled up his length swirling her tongue over his sensitive tip, never ceasing, demanding his release. Kurama's hips bucked as the force of his climax seized him, causing him to cry out in ecstasy.

"Kurama, wake up! Kurama!" Hiei was shaking his shoulder trying to get a response. "You were having a nightmare!" Quite the contrary Kurama thought wryly.

Struggling to get his breathing and heart rate under control Kurama said, "Yes, I am alright, Hiei."

Kurama could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment and was grateful for the surrounding darkness. Perhaps Hiei is correct; this girl is getting to him. He should not let himself be distracted before his battle with Karasu. It would be prudent to maintain his distance from Juri but he knew that would not happen. Right now, he needed to find a discreet way to clean himself up and salvage what was left of a night's sleep.

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I smiled to myself as I closed the door to my hotel room. Things had gone exactly as I had planned; I had established contact with my prey and had sewn the seeds of discord between two close friends. Why then did I have this nagging sense of unease? One could almost call is regret. A harsh, cackling laugh came from the corner of my room. Besha and friends had made free with room service and were finishing off what looked to be a rather expensive midnight snack.

I strode purposefully to Besha and using every ounce of strength I possessed slapped him hard across his face.

"Bastard! Never draw blood unless I tell you too." My hand stung from the impact but I refused to let the pain show as I continued my tirade.

"You are fortunate Kurama isn't the squeamish type or I would have to report your failure to the Boss. Now get your ugly carcasses out of my room, all of you!" Meekly they hurried to obey. I may not have physically possessed their strength, but I had access to something more terrifying than all the demons of Hell. The Boss; Toguro. Just thinking his name caused a very different kind of shiver to run down my spine; fear. I must admit there wasn't much that scared me, but the thought of Toguro's displeasure was positively terrifying.

"You are a very demanding woman, Juri." A deep, gravely voice rumbled from the darkened corner of my room. Gooseflesh broke out over my body; my nipples puckering in response.

"They must constantly be reminded who is boss in these situations. I cannot let them see me as weak." Brave words indeed. How brave was I really here in the close proximity of the Big Man himself? I had a feeling I would soon find out. As I moved to the table to clean up after my rather slobbish associates Toguro spoke again.

"And what about you, Juri? Do you need to be reminded as well?" A thrill of fear shivered down my spine at what I knew was coming.

"You seem to have lost your zest for this job, Juri. I have never known you to feel reluctance before. Could it be you feel you have too much in common with your prey this time?" I stiffened as his statement hit too close to the mark. "Perhaps there is too much truth in the story you have woven to catch your fox." My fox. I felt a strange little flip-flop in my chest. Why did those two little words affect me so? I finished at the table, and turned to face him. Too much truth; too much in common. Those words repeated themselves in my mind.

As if sensing my discomfort with the present topic, Toguro rose to his impressive height and beckoned to me with a gesture. I knew what he wanted; it was always the same when one of his plans came into focus. I reached up to loosen the fastenings of Kurama's tunic letting the fabric slip slowly down my arms to the floor. In the same unhurried manner, I removed what was left of my dress and moved to stand before Toguro. Almost tenderly he cupped my jaw in his huge hand tilting my face upwards. The low growl of his voice caused my heart to pound in my chest.

"You have been very cooperative in the past. It would be a shame if a sudden growth of conscience on your part were to cause me to have to actually harm your mother after all this time." A low blow that. He knew I would do whatever it took to keep my mother safe. She may not be suffering from a rare, exotic disease, but there was never any doubt her life was in danger. Would Kurama see it that way?

Then in a brutal assault his mouth crushed down on mine; his tongue thrusting forwards filling my mouth and almost making me gag. I felt his hands thread themselves into my hair and as he ended the punishing kiss, yanked my head back exposing the curve of my throat. The next assault was launched on the tender skin of my neck; his teeth biting hard and in one spot drawing blood as he worked his way down my throat towards my heaving, naked breasts.

"Heh, heh, heh." His laugh rumbled deep in his chest. He was truly enjoying himself this time. The same brutal treatment was showered on my breast; his sharp teeth biting then sucking hard at the wound. From deep within I felt a quickening. How could I possibly respond to this beast?

As if sensing my thoughts, he quickly straightened and if not for the steely embrace he held me in I would have fallen backwards onto the table. Rough hands grabbed my shoulders and spun me about, bending me over that same table. I could hear him fumbling with his belt buckle as he held me face down against the table's cold, hard surface. Then I felt his hand spreading the folds of my womanhood as he sought my entrance. With one mighty thrust Toguro entered me from behind; the tip of his thick, hot member ramming painfully at the entrance to my womb. The hand at my neck now moved down my body to the downy thatch of pale green curls. The other forced my hips back to meet his on each downward stroke. The questing fingers of his free hand found the tiny nub of nerves at the junction of my thighs and with an almost delicate touch stroked them to life. Fire flashed through my loins as my body responded in spite of itself. I could feel the muscles of my womanhood clenching around his engorged shaft as the sensations mounted. My breathing became labored and a fine sheen of sweat collected on my brow.

Knowing my body had responded in spite of itself, Toguro chuckled again; increasing his rhythm and pounding into me with such force the objects on the table under me crashed to the floor. Still he continued. Lost in the sensations building in my body, I eased one arm under my upper body in support. Then with my free hand I caressed my nipples in slow, sensuous circles moving from one to the other, fanning the flames of forbidden lust.

Unbidden, the image of Kurama's face swam before me. His was the body pounding into mine; his were the hands caressing my breasts and intimately stroking me to such a fevered pitch. I could feel my climax approaching. Gasping for breath I reached with my free hand and embedded my nails in Toguro's thigh as in my head I screamed "KURAMA". He slammed into me twice more as the muscles of my womanhood convulsed around his pulsating shaft.

It was over. It had been the most brutal, violent, incredible sexual experience of my entire life. As my body reverberated from the aftershocks, he pulled out of me and I collapsed in a heap under the table.

I heard the rustle of cloth as Toguro adjusted his clothing.

"Remember two things, Juri." I looked up at him through the curtain of my sweat dampened hair.

"I want Team Urameshi broken in spirit before they ever set foot into that ring." He paused and glared down at me, making sure he had my full attention.

"You have your fun with the little fox demon. Just remember this." An ominous feeling of foreboding washed over me at his words.

"You are mine."