Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Fox Hunt ❯ Days End ( Chapter 5 )

Kurama's lips moved softly against my own, his free hand weaving its way through my hair to caress the back of my head. Hmmmm, heavenly. WAIT! I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, I had to get away. Where was my anger when I needed it? I turned my head to break the kiss. This only served to present my ear to those warm, caressing lips. Kurama chuckled as he nibbled the delicate edge of my ear. Shivers of delight shimmied down my spine at the sensation.

"Does he make you feel like this?" His warm breath tickled my ear. Was he talking about Toguro? The hand that had been woven in my hair worked its way down my neck and upper chest, pausing to gently knead the soft mound of my breast before continuing over my hip and buttock.

Still tying to regain control of the situation I ignored the forbidden sensations his hand was creating and said, "He'll know. He knows everything. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You are the prey." I didn't sound very convincing to me either and knew I was being ignored.

In a sudden movement, Kurama swept his arm behind my knees and scooped me into his strong arms. I gave a small yelp of alarm and would have struggled further to escape but some small part of me really didn't want freedom.

"You have been deceived all these years, Juri. Tonight, I will make you understand that you have free will and can escape him if you truly wished. But, we will need more privacy than this, I'm afraid." Kurama carried me deeper into the wooded area further away from the path and any hope of distraction.

"Let me down, Kurama. This is a mistake." I would fight my lust for him as long as I could, but deep inside, I knew who would win.

It was early evening now, the sunset turning the sky brilliant colors of red, pink and orange. The spot he laid me down in was shaded in deeper shadows, but still held enough light for me to make out the determined gleam in Kurama's eyes. Taking the now thornless length of his whip, he held my hands together in front of my body and quickly bound them. Another pulse of his spirit energy relaxed the end wrapped around my upper arms as it retracted to a much shorter length. Taking this end Kurama then raised my bound hands above my head, and wrapped the free end about a tree behind me. Realizing his intent, I renewed my struggles to free myself. Quickly he lowered himself to the soft grass at my side, and stilled my movements by draping one leg over mine.

"I dreamt about you last night." His voice was low and seductive. I shivered again.

"Hiei wasn't around to interrupt us." His emerald eyes took in my lush and very vulnerable body.

Reaching into his thick, red hair he extracted another rose. This one had sharp, pointed thorns; I felt my breath catch in my throat in fear. I had suffered much pain at Toguro's hands and knew I could withstand just about anything, but would Kurama actually hurt me?

I didn't have long to wait for my answer as he trailed the soft, velvety petals over my cheek, down my neck and back up again. The feeling was heavenly and I longed to give in to it.

"You had the softest, smoothest skin I have ever felt. Shall we see if dreams really do come true?"

The rose made another trip down, but this time ran along the smooth skin of my exposed upper chest, and then continued downward over my, at present, still clothed breasts. My nipples responded instantly, peaking and tingling in heightened sensitivity.

Kurama's luminous emerald eyes had followed the rose and chuckled again as he witnessed my body's involuntary reaction. Reversing his hold on the rose he used the razor sharp point of a thorn to slice from the neckline to the hem of my top, leaving the fabric as it lay covering my breasts. The rose petals made another foray from my neck downward, this time following the thin line of creamy skin visible through the rip in my top. On its upward sweep, it made a detour to the left, pushing the fabric out of the way, and making slow, torturous circles around my breast.

Softly, as if from a distance, I heard myself moan as the rose continued its upward sweep to my neck. I looked at Kurama. His eyes held mine as the rose started its downward journey again, this time exposing my other breast to the cooling night air. Slowly, the rose spiraled upwards but never quite reached the peak. I realized I had held my breath in anticipation and let it out with a frustrated huff as the petals left my skin.

"Do you like that, Juri?" Kurama's rich voice raised goose flesh over my body. I squirmed under his intense gaze. The rose moved back over to my other, neglected breast and repeated the spiraling caress. Again I held my breath in anticipation only to let it out in exasperation as this caress also left my nipples aching with want.

"Please Kurama." I could stand it no longer.

"What is it you want, Juri?" The rose was again devastating my will to resist. What resistance? I had given up long ago and now only wanted to feel his hot, wet mouth on my body. My bound hands twisted in helplessness.

"I need to feel you. Please, touch me." I was begging, but I didn't care. My need had outdistanced any sense of self I may have had.

"Like this?" He asked and lowered his lips to the valley between my breasts. Using the flat of his tongue, he licked a path up to my neck and sucked at the pulse spot there.

Mmmmm, I moaned wantonly and arched my breasts upward wanting the same lavish attention there. He gave a slow, wicked chuckle but began a downward descent, nibbling with his lips as he went. My hands clenched and unclenched, wanting to grasp fistfuls of his silky hair and guide him to my aching nipples.

My eyes closed in ecstasy as I felt him cup my breasts and finally lower his hot, wet mouth to one sensitive peak. Gently he suckled, first one, then the other as my hands balled into fists, nails digging into the palms at the sensation.

As his tongue and lips continued to swirl over my heated flesh, his hand began a slow, lazy caress down the length of my body. Gently he cupped my womanhood. I could feel the heat of his hand through the fabric of my skirt and my legs parted to encourage his actions as my hips pressed against him. Using the heal of his hand; Kurama began a firm, circular motion against my mound.

My breathing became more ragged as the pressure increased and his mouth continued to play over my breasts. Groaning in frustration and need, my hips bucked upward as I felt my climax approaching.

"Kurama!" I groaned. I needed to feel his hand on my naked flesh. "Please!" He only increased the pressure until finally, moaning his name, I came against his hand.

Wasting no time, Kurama worked the clasp on my skirt and in one smooth motion removed it and my lacy, white panties; tossing them aside. Draping each of my thighs over his shoulders, he positioned himself comfortable between my legs.

"Your scent has been haunting me since last night." I felt my body quicken with anticipation at his words; sparks shot from my loins straight upwards. It was incredible that I would want him again so soon.

With the tip of his tongue, Kurama traced the slit of my mound. I closed my eyes and braced myself for his onslaught. One hand ventured up my body to roll a still sensitive nipple between its fingers. Kurama dipped his head again and spread my nether lips with his tongue. Again he licked upwards, pausing momentarily to circle the tiny bud of nerves at the top. I gasped as a bolt of pure desire shot through my loins and my hips bucked upwards against his face.

"Greedy wench." His hot breath against my naked flesh fanned the sparks into flames.

"Please, Kurama. I need to touch you." I was panting with desire again as I begged.

A throaty, wicked chuckle was the only reply.

"Remember, slaves have no say in such matters."

How could he be so sensitive and intuitive one moment and so sadistically cruel the next?

His talented tongue thrust into me then, lapping at the liquid fire within my core. His hands had not ceased their attention to my pebble hard nipples and I closed my eyes as I felt the beginnings of another climax approach. Working his way upward with his tongue, Kurama again flicked at the taut nub of flesh and began to suck, gently at first then increasing the pressure as waves of pleasure washed over me for a second time. I closed my eyes and arched into his touch groaning with the release.

I was floating on a cloud of sated desire. But I knew we were not finished quite yet.

Kurama disengaged my legs from his shoulders and kissed a heated path up my body to stare intently into my eyes.

"You could have it be this way every time, Juri. We could have this."

Tenderly he brushed a few strands of hair off my face before lowering his lips to mine and slipping his velvety tongue between my parted lips. I could taste myself on him. It was a highly erotic flavor. Gently he probed every crevice of my mouth as his hand again claimed my breast in an ardent caress.

Suddenly, I realized he had freed my hands from their bonds. Wasting no time I threaded them through his silken hair, and down his back to cup his firm buttocks. The action served to press his hardened length against my naked thigh as I realized he was still fully clothed.

Pushing down with one bent leg, I rolled us over in one smooth motion. Sitting up, my hands braced against his chest, I straddled his hips and shamelessly ground myself over his very obvious arousal. His groan of desire caused me to smirk in satisfaction.

Bending low so my lips brushed his ear I said, "How does it feel to be toyed with, Kurama?" I could feel a shiver of response go through his body as his hot hands slid up to caress my breasts. He could not really believe we would ever be together as he was suggesting. It was a nice fantasy though, and I intended to make full use of it.

I snaked my tongue against his ear and continued down his corded neck to a pulse spot. I was again rewarded with a deep moan; his whole body was hot and perspiring with restrained need.

Alternately, I laved the raging pulse with my tongue and suckled with my mouth while my hands reached up to release the clasp of his tunic. When all the annoying clasps were undone, I trailed my fingers up and down the exposed skin of his chest and stomach, imitating the movements of that blasted rose. Moving my lips lower, I came to his peaked nipples and nibbled them, one at a time, just as he had done only moments ago.

I could feel his body respond to my ministrations as his breathing became more ragged. His hands moved to fist themselves in my hair and he pulled me tighter against his chest. Rolling slightly to one side, I again trailed my hand over his firmly muscled stomach to caress the hardened length of his arousal. I stroked him firmly through his pants as he gritted his teeth with an indrawn hiss. Quickly, I undid his pants and rising to kneel at his feet, tugged them off to join the pile of my own, discarded clothes. I ran my hands up his lightly furred legs enjoying the soft, springy sensation, so different from my own satiny smooth skin.

Bracing myself with my hands on either side of his trim hips, I looked up into his passion glazed eyes. His breath caught in his throat in anticipation. I lowered my head until I felt my cheek brush smoothly against his hot, velvety shaft. I nuzzled him; first with one cheek and then the other. The musky scent of his arousal was causing an echoing ache in my own loins.

Groaning, his hands reached out to weave into my hair. Still holding his eyes with my own, slowly, I reached out with my tongue and ran it up the length of him. At the smooth tip, I wiggled my tongue into the notch and around the sensitive edge, tasting the saltiness of his essence. His tortured groan of desire was my reward as I claimed him with my lips and mouth.

He was smooth, and hard, and hot. I could indeed become addicted to his taste, smell and texture. I continued to slide my mouth up and down totally lost in my purpose until finally he gripped my hair.

"Stop." His voice cracked with anguished need. "I want to be in you." A thrill of desire shot through my body again. I could accommodate that.

Crawling in a predatory fashion up his body, I stopped at strategic places to lick or kiss. Finally, I pressed my lips against his and thrust my tongue into his mouth. Resting my weight on my hands at either side of his head, I lowered myself until I could feel the tip of his manhood against my entrance. His hands encircled my smooth hips as I released his mouth and straightened; leaning backwards and impaling myself on him. His eyes closed in bliss and a very heartfelt groan of ecstasy emitted from his chest. I felt his scorching length fill me completely, as I every so slowly rocked further backwards.

Expressions of pleasure played across his handsome features as I began a slow rhythm. His hips bucked upwards on each of my downward strokes and I felt the desire soar through my body again. Leaning down, I rubbed my breasts lightly against his flat, male nipples. Kurama gritted through an indrawn breath at the sensation. Shifting slightly, I positioned my upper body so he could have free access to my breasts with his mouth. He needed no second encouragement and he grasped a pouting nipple with his lips. The hand at my hips slid upwards to caress the other breast. I threw my head back and groaned with increasing pleasure.

I leaned back to take him into me more fully once again as I rode him hard.

Kurama grasped my upper arms stilling me momentarily. Without withdrawing, he rolled me onto my back in the soft grass as I wrapped my legs about his waist and lifted my hips off the ground. Our rhythm increased as we climbed higher to our climax. The sounds of our ragged breathing drown out everything else around us. My head thrashed about in the grass as I neared my completion; my hands grasping at his hard muscled thighs. Then I was falling over the edge once again, my inner muscles convulsing around him as Kurama thrust into me powerfully; finally spilling his hot seed.

Kurama collapsed against me and we lay there, still joined together as our bodies cooled and reason once again returned. Gently, I felt his lips nuzzle the crook of my neck, and I smiled, hugging him to me.

Maybe we could be together this way. At that moment, I felt more at peace with myself than ever before. I closed my eyes and inhaled his slightly spicy, musky scent. Together, we drifted off into a contented sleep unmindful and uncaring of any who may have witnessed our activities.