Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Strange and Unexpected Beginnings ❯ Temptation ( LEMON!) ( Chapter 13 )

Hehe…Another Chapter up! I still can't decide on what to start next, but oh well…later for that. My only job is to serve the readers… If you're reading this, I survived the school year and ACTs, which I probably failed. But never mind that, read read read read read!!!

 

 

 

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN A LEMON SCENE! ALL OPPOSED HAVE ONE CHANCE TO BACK OUT!

 

Random” dialogue

` Random' thoughts Random emphasis

() () (): Denotes scene and/or time change

Vocabulary Corner: (Pay attention, children!)

Kitsune: Fox

Youkai: Just demon pretty much in this case

Sweatdrop: (Yes, there are some readers that are unfamiliar with this!) A large tear-shaped drop that appears on the back of characters heads; denotes embarrassment.

Suffix “Chan”: Used at the end of one's name; a term of affection for girls or crushes

Suffix “ Kun”: Same as Chan except for Males

 

 

Previously:

 

“ I'm truly~” He stopped, staring off somewhere. He started to walk off, which angered Natsumi.

 

` What the hell?!'

 

Insulted by his rudeness, Natsumi followed him to the end of the forest, where there before them lay a barren land with one path lying before them.

 

“What the hell are you looking at?”

 

The way his eyes seemed to darken made her slightly nervous, a feeling which she hastily concealed. It couldn't be the path he was eyeing so intensely. Turning away from him, Natsumi took a look at what lay ahead.

 

“ …W-What the hell is this?!”

 

Chapter 13: Temptation

 

Natsumi's eyes surveyed the scene before them with revulsion and terror ….It wasn't trees that decorated the ground here, but bodies. It was more of a field of corpses scattered over the plain. Many of the victims looked as if their limbs had imploded; their rotting cartilage was strewn across the ground some distance from their actual bodies, many of which were headless as well. One demon looked as if his head were ripped clean off his neck bone. Natsumi recognized this one as one of the bandits she'd sparred with in the past. She followed Youko's lead through the mess.

 

“ Tch…They found us out,” Youko started bitterly. “ Bastards never had a chance.”

 

“But there's no way that our group could have been taken out so easily.”

 

Natsumi couldn't believe that this was supposed to be the remainder of the band. How could some dumb “Hunters” be able to do this? She recalled the Hunter she'd seen Youko kill so easily. She jumped when she heard something crunch under her foot. Natsumi stepped over the object, and turned back to look at it; a bloody skull, complete with dangling scraps of skin and brain. She took another step, and found someone's eyeball dangling from the back of her sandal; she swung her leg, and it flew off to the side. She watched as it smashed on the sharp edges of a nearby rock, bursting apart on impact.

 

Youko eyed her coldly.

 

“Well they were. Do you still think you can survive out here now?”

 

His lips curled into a sardonic smile. Natsumi scowled but said nothing. He motioned to the area behind her.

 

“Do they look familiar to you?”

 

Natsumi looked back the forest they had just left, and found herself looking up at several more bodies being suspended from the branches, again several missing vital body parts. But there were also those who looked as if they were beaten open Natsumi squinted, and saw several broken pieces of chain imbedded in their skeletal structure. They were all from the group. Natsumi swallowed the sudden lump in her throat, ignoring the urge to cry. There was no one left, except…

 

 

“Let's go.” Youko started off once more.

 

Natsumi didn't budge; she was still in shock. So this was it, after all those years…No one left, no where to go back to, if Youko was telling the truth about the hunters…

 

“We should at least bury them, or something, shouldn't we? I don't wanna leave `em here like this…”

 

“No. Leave them…”

 

He walked on; Natsumi shot him a dirty look, which of course went unnoticed.

 

“But…”

 

He turned to face her, taking a few steps back towards her.

 

“We don't have time.” He frowned at her.

 

“They could be watching us right now, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. We're wasting valuable time as it is… There's nothing more we can do for them.”

 

He walked up to Natsumi in a few more large strides. He seized her chin, forcing her head upwards.

 

 

“If you still think you can take them on after what you've seen, then by all means wait around…I however can't waste time trying to talk any sense into the foolish.”

 

Natsumi pulled back hostilely, agitated with Youko but still not sure of what her next action was going to be.

 

“ …There's an inn not too far up ahead,” He pressed on, as if the matter was settled.

 

Natsumi was highly reluctant to follow on, still not caring for the way he was speaking to her. She waited to see if he would leave. He halted, when there was a fair distance between them and turned slightly.

 

“I promise that you can yell at me or whatever the hell you wish if you just come with me.”

 

There was a certain quiet grimness in his gaze; both maintained eye contact with one another for several moments, until Youko turned away again, exerting a small sigh.

 

“Will you please just come?”

 

Natsumi studied him for a couple of minutes; he looked almost as weary as he sounded.

 

` ... He'd better actually have something to say this time.'

 

She followed, making sure to drag her feet.

 

 

() () ()

 

Nighttime had long since fallen by the time they reached the old tavern that doubled as an inn. It was a run-down, but still perfectly operational building, having survived the past couple of decades. Upon entering, they saw various “celebrations” in full swing. Everywhere there were drinking contests, with another drunken demon hitting the floor every couple of minutes, while waiters and waitresses scrambled around taking orders. Music played in the background, but it was almost completely overshadowed by the din of the tavern. Youko proceeded to move along the back wall, as it was too difficult to fight through the masses of demons blocking the area without drawing a lot of attention to him, although he wore a think black cloak for protection against such circumstances. They'd come across two unfortunate demons on the way to the inn, and sadly, it was too risky to leave witnesses to the theft… Natsumi forced her away after him, taking little leaps over the larger unconscious demons and ignoring the attentions of a group a few tables away.

 

“ Hey, baby, why don't ya join us?”

 

“ Room for one more!”

 

 

To their luck there was an empty table at the very back of the tavern, concealed in a corner. Relieved, Youko took a seat immediately, not removing his hood. Natsumi remained standing.

 

“ I just want a drink…I'm afraid I'm worn out a bit Wonder why...”

 

He eyed Natsumi pointedly; she scowled back at him.

 

“I know you're tired as well, so sit.”

 

Natsumi obeyed, as this was very true. He leaned back in his own chair as she sat, carefully observing him as he chatted with a skinny blonde waitress who kept giggling and making suggestions before she finally left to fill his order.

 

` How many more witches do I have to see?'

 

Natsumi snarled slightly. This was both infuriating and tiresome now. Youko took notice of this.

 

“It's not as much fun as it seems you know,” He smirked. Natsumi didn't crack a smile. He sighed.

 

“ I don't know what to say, except that what happened before won't happen again. It was an accident.”

 

Natsumi kept watching him with dark, judgmental eyes. Youko reached across the table for her hand, to her surprise. He grabbed a hold of her hand before she could pull away.

 

“What's it going to take to get you to trust me again?”

 

He gazed over at her seriously, making Natsumi feel slightly uncomfortable.

 

“… `I'm sorry', that's what I was saying before.”

 

“What?”

 

“ Before we found the bodies of the others, I was trying to tell you that I was sorry.”

 

` I really wish she'd let go… I despise being forced into this kind of position. I thought only humans dealt with this kind of crap!'

 

Natsumi stared down at the table.

 

“ …”

 

“ Come on, I'll make it up to you,” He offered, ignoring the waitress who'd just returned with their beer. Seeing that he was uninterested, she sauntered off with a put-out pout. Youko slid one of the mugs over to Natsumi and took a large gulp from his own. Natsumi took a small sip, still watching Youko. She replaced the mug.

 

“ …You know, I didn't really want to leave.” She studied several indentations. “ You always acted like I disgusted you or something… did you ever think that I might want the same kind of attention you gave to those bimbos?” She glared at a couple of waitresses, who kept staring their way.

 

“ You were too young and uninformed about these things, as I've told you before. And don't try to say otherwise,” He cut off as Natsumi was about to object.

 

“ Again, I don't know what to say. I find you a very attractive young woman, as a matter of fact. It's just…impossible to act on such impulses.” He took another swig, still squeezing Natsumi's hand.

 

“I'm old enough to decide now, don't you think?”

 

Natsumi scowled at him; he repressed a smile. Natsumi took several large gulps of the substance. The noise grew in the bar as more and more demons came in to entertain themselves for the evening. All remained ignorant; the attention of some was fixed on a fight that had broken out across the tavern, apparently over a prostitute. The fight ended with one of them leaving the bar clutching his side. The other went into the back with the demoness.

 

“ You'd think so, wouldn't you?”

 

` And what the hell does that mean?!'

 

“ I am.” She laid her mug down .

 

“ What the hell does it have to take to get you to look to actually look at me?”

 

“ I'm looking at you right now.”

 

“ Don't fuck with me.”

 

“ Such crude language.”

 

“Whose fault is that?”

 

` Why the hell is he picking on me? It's not funny!'

 

Kurama yawned and rose.

 

“ I'm tired , let's go someplace more…private.”

 

He held onto her so that they weren't separated, fighting their way across the tavern (again miraculously ignored by the customers), to the worn door which connected the tavern to the old inn. Beyond that door was a long hallway, not illuminated by any form of light, with doors on either side. There didn't seem to be a large number of occupants. There was an open door at the very end of the hall He pulled her into a room just as the white-haired inn-keeper strolled by, his wide yellow eyes searching for freeloaders; he turned around upon successful inspection.

 

“ Close one…This will do for the moment.”

 

He glanced around the room, which was hardly high-class, but decent sized nevertheless. The room was dark and barren, save for a large bed with a moderately sized nightstand across the room to its right. On the nightstand was a dusty mirror, framed into an oval shaped by some old, beaten oak. This same oak made up the thick bed frame of the bed, which had ends that curled up into snake heads. The covers on the bed itself were a deep blue, made of cotton it seemed. It appeared that there were no other occupants previously, as the covers were not mussed in any way. Youko stretched out on top of them, positioning his hands behind his head.

 

“Looks like we've got to share.”

 

“Says who? I can sleep on the floor.”

 

Natsumi would never admit to herself that she wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him, not when she was still felt angry at him. Youko sat up again, slightly rolling his eyes at her.

 

“ Don't be stupid, kit-“

 

“ Don't call me kit.”

 

He released a long sigh.

 

“ What do you want from me, then? I really have no idea what to do so why don't you suggest something, dear? And come here.”

 

He beckoned to her.

 

“…” She still seemed wary.

 

“ Do you think I'm going to beat you? Just come, sit by me.”

 

` Uptight little thing when she wants to be.'

 

Natsumi took her time walking over to the bed; once there she took a seat on the edge. Youko forced her to look at him however. She struggled at first, but he wouldn't release her.

 

“ Talk to me,” He encouraged softly, lighting rubbing her face.

 

Natsumi flushed, to her dismay, especially when she found that she couldn't stop it.

 

“ Oh, you act all nice now,” She started bitterly. “But it won't be like that the next time I say something.”

 

“What do you mean?” He had vague feeling he knew what was coming next.

 

`mmm…Dare I try again…?'

 

She stared at him for several moments, trying only too hard to fight the desire to touch him, for fear of being thrown off again.

 

` Screw it; I'll hold him down this time if I have to.'

 

She shifted her position so that her left leg hung over his lap, leaving her sitting awkwardly halfway on his legs. With a moment's struggle she pulled herself all the way up so that she straddled him. Youko found himself in an embarrassing position, as his first reaction was arousal.

 

“ I mean, when I do this again,” She said quietly, shifting so that she pressed herself further against him. Two short arms draped themselves over his shoulders.

 

“ I'll bet you're about to push me off again,” She choked on her words. To her puzzlement, he moved his arms to support her, pulling her a few inches closer.

 

“ It's not fair…I don't want to feel this way anymore…and I'm sick of getting made fun of about it!” She half yelled this last sentence. Too many times had they carried on the same conversation…she was always “naïve', or “too young.”

 

“I just want to go away…really far away…”

 

Youko leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek lightly…Natsumi fought all enjoyment and turned away.

 

“ I can't do this, because I know you don't mean it...”

 

She turned away from him at this point, staring directly at the ground, because the bitter tears were already threatening to fall.

 

` I'm sick of him denying it! Why doesn't he just admit it already! More importantly, why the hell am I still dwelling on this?! '

 

Natsumi still didn't comprehend the anger and sadness she felt.

 

“All I want now is for things to go back to normal.”

 

She sniffed, still not daring any eye contact with Kurama, who had resumed nuzzling her cheek as he listened. Deciding that any more of these actions were inappropriate, she tried to pull herself off; b his grip was unrelenting, however.

 

“ Just…let me go. You don't want this. Let's just forget about all the shit that's happened, alright?”

 

“…You've got no where else to run, vixen, and you know it.”

 

Youko pulled back slightly, looking as tired as he had before, although still holding Natsumi so that she couldn't get away.

 

“ Do you even know what “Mating” really is…?”

 

“ I know enough…I'm not as stupid as you seem to think...”

 

` What the hell keeps poking me…eeep'

 

A realization dawned on her as she pondered this.

 

“ Heh…of course, they would have taught you…”

 

Damn it all to hell; already he was thinking with his `chibi.' He grunted in concentration, trying to qualm his arousal. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead. He decided it would be best to let her sit someplace else for the moment.

 

“ Maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed after all.” He offered, trying to delicately set her down. Natsumi wouldn't budge, having figured out what the problem was.

 

“I'm alright here.” She said determinedly. She bounced on his lap slightly, as she pulled herself close again.

 

“ For someone who's repulsed by me, you sure seem to react to my presence.”

 

She licked her fangs as she scrutinized him.

 

` Damn it…How much did they tell her exactly?'

 

“D-“

 

“Do you know what “love” is? Kitanaru-kun once told me about it, but I don't understand…he said there were different types of love, and he kept grinning at me as he talked about it…”

 

` God damn him! Leave it to that idiot to make things worse!'

 

“ Do you think you love me then?”

 

Youko smiled nervously. Oh, how the hell was he ever going to get out this?

 

“ I dunno,” Natsumi looked up at the ceiling in contemplation for a moment before redirecting her gaze at Youko.

 

“ Maybe…but that's not important. Tell you what…” She added, bouncing on his lap once again.

 

“ Natsumi, I'm begging you, stop it!”

 

Natsumi rubbed her face up against his….so soft.

 

`I won't be able to stop until…'

 

“Be with me tonight, and I won't bring it up again…”

 

“What?!”

 

Youko froze, not sure how to change a situation that had become way too dangerous. She was asking him to sleep with her?! The thought that scared the hell out of him the most was that it didn't sound like a completely terrible idea. She wasn't a child anymore, and her body certainly wasn't….it had been awhile since someone warmed his bed. His nose began to bleed lightly…he moved too late to cover it up.

 

“ Why the hell are you bleeding? I don't think I beat you...”

 

Natsumi was baffled.

 

“Never mind, never mind…it's already stopping…”

 

He seemed greatly relieved at this last part.

 

“Urrhh…I think we should get some rest now….we have a long run ahead of us…”

 

He shifted. Natsumi remained in position.

 

“Umm…”

 

“ I've decided that I'm not leaving this time.” A greedy glint sparkled in her eyes.

 

“ If you're not really repulsed…”

 

To his utter shock, he found himself trying to resist her attempt to pull his clothing off. Quick, determined fingers were trying to loosen the sash around his waist, despite the number of times her moved them away.

 

“ Natsumi-“

 

She ignored him, brushing his own hands away. As soon as the sash loosened she pulled on his shirt, exposing his chest. She roughly pulled the shirt down to the best of her ability, eyeing him like a predator. Youko was quite far gone at this point….more amused and aroused by her sudden forwardness than anything. She ran her hands across the fleshy surface, her expression indicating that she was attempting to figure out what to do next. This continued for several minutes, as she kept holding him down. Her several inexperienced fingers traced his muscles, until he found himself at his breaking point. Every touch made him more sensitive to the small body pressed against him.

 

` Damn it!'

 

He started to make one last feeble attempt to slide out from under her, but she pounced before he could act, stealing another, deeper kiss. Kurama found himself forced farther back on the bed, while Natsumi tightened her hold over his shoulders. Her touch still felt delicate, pretty light, although her kiss was forceful. Her tongue probed chastely about his mouth, lightly colliding with his own. Before he was aware of his actions Kurama cupped her face in his hands and pressed into the kiss. His hands shifted through her hair, curling and toying around with the locks. Their tongues proceeded to battle, although his quickly won dominance over hers. The mouth-fight went on for a couple more minutes, until Youko moved down onto her neck, nuzzling and nipping at her soft, warm skin. Natsumi leaned her head over in the opposite direction to expose more of her neck. Kurama's hands worked at Natsumi's outfit, nimbly untying her own sash. Having completed this task, he began to slide the top portion of her outfit down, until her collarbone and breasts were visible. He stopped for a split second and observed the effects of his attentions. Natsumi's hair was draped partially over one shoulder, her bangs covering her eyes; he could hear her panting slightly. His eyes roamed south on her chest, which steadily rose and fell with each excited breaths. They roamed a little lower and found two, well defined breasts, accentuated by erect, nickel sized nubs, which were surrounded by two dark rings.

 

Youko licked his fangs, taking in the set.

 

` Not bad…'

 

He found himself cupping the left one, feeling the soft, warm texture, and its slight weight in his palm. He'd definitely seen larger breasts, however it didn't stop him from enjoying the present scenery. Natsumi trembled harder than ever upon his contact.

 

` That feels so…nice…'

 

A warm, tingly, unfamiliar feeling washed over her; she felt a small ping of pressure at the bottom her of stomach, which developed as Youko continued to fondle her curves. Her eyes were closed as she arched back, savoring such an odd, delightful sensation. Smirking, he squeezed one lightly, causing her to gasp slightly. Who would have thought this would be so fun? He spent the next several minutes playing with her breasts, taking Natsumi's reactions to heart. He started to kiss Natsumi again, this time more feverishly, as his hands worked at getting the rest of her outfit off. Natsumi willing assisted my maneuvering her way out of the last part, exposing all of herself. Again, Youko stopped to admire the scenery. Her body was small, perhaps a bit too small for a fully grown vixen, but it didn't disappoint. He ran his hands down her hips fairly slowly, savoring the shapely form. From her hips his hands roamed around to her backside, his fingers making intricate patterns all the down to her rear. He cupped her cheeks lightly, making Natsumi flush even more. He looked at her face again, and laughed. Natsumi frowned in irritated puzzlement.

 

“What?”

 

“ Feel free to make a move sometime soon, after all, you are a part of this as well.”

 

Natsumi's expression softened into one of mixed contemplation and confusion. Wanting to get the ball rolling again, and determined to prove herself a good lover, she pressed her lips against his again, running her hands over his chest. She blushed as she felt the smooth muscles. Her hands found their way down to his nipples, two erect lumps in the middle. These she fingered for several minutes to Kurama's immense pleasure, before she let her hands fall further down his body to his pants. She tugged at these with a slight apprehension, although she kept at it until they began to slide down. He set her gently aside so he could step out of them. Once this task was done he set her back on his lap. Natsumi's eyes were fixated on his body, surveying his nude shape. She jumped a little as she felt a long, hard, fleshy object brush against her nether area. Youko found himself grinning mentally at this reaction.

 

“It's harmless, I assure you. You should know.”

 

The blushing Natsumi forced him back into the lip-lock. Youko noticed she was getting better at it pretty quickly. A numbing pain in his length brought him back down to Makai.

 

` Damn! I'd forgotten.!'

 

With no warning he flipped Natsumi over to the bed, so that she was sprawled on her back , arms still wrapped around his shoulder blades. The new position allowed her a better view of that “thing” she'd felt before. It was a familiar sight to her, though it still seemed a little awkward to be staring at it. Shyly, she ran her hand down the length of his body, past the lightly chiseled chest, further south. Youko loomed over her, bent over so that he could nuzzle her again. A sudden expression of revelation crossed his face and he rose.

 

“ Where are you going?!” Natsumi questioned anxiously, unhappy at being abandoned to the suddenly chilly air. She wrapped her arms over her breasts.

 

“ Just a moment….”

 

He stooped over his abandoned clothing for several moments, seemingly searching for something.

 

“Shoot! It would seem that I'm all out.”

 

“…What are you talking about?”

 

He returned to his position over her.

 

“Never you mind.”

 

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, while his hand slid down over her slightly sweaty figure, down to the patch between her legs. He massaged the opening for a few minutes, letting Natsumi adjust to the feeling. The said vixen trembled even more upon contact with such a sensitive place. She squirmed as his fingers wove their way through her pubic hair, pressing on the heated flesh beneath. She started as she felt a long finger enter her slowly, pushed up against her inner walls. It felt bizarre at first, like a small fleshy stick being shoved inside of her. He stuck another finger in, and pressed both digits farther north.

 

“…….!”

 

“ I'm not hurting you, am I?” His voice was slightly muffled.

 

Natsumi shook her head, shifting in confused pleasure, despite the fact that the pressure in her stomach began to hurt. It was a fairly dull ache anyway. She resumed what she was planning to start before he left the bed. Shyly, she reached down his body toward the long length. She delicately ran her hand over it, taking in the texture of the phallus. It felt like a very hardened limb. She continued to explore, sliding her hand up and down and squeezing the organ in question. Youko emitted a soft, low gasp; Natsumi felt the warmth of his breath on her exposed flesh. This time she could feel him shake a little bit. Satisfied with having found a part to play in this activity Natsumi squeezed faster, seeing as how he'd continue to gasp harder and louder. She felt his body tense up and saw beads of glistening sweat fall from his forehead. After several minutes she felt a thick, wet substance ooze into her hand. She lifted her hand up to her face, glancing curiously at the milky white fluid. She woke up when he removed his fingers. The loss didn't feel quite right to her, and she was about to protest when Youko spoke again.

 

“We could always stop now, you know…forget this ever happened…”

 

He took several deep breaths. He needed to get it out of his system but he feared that Natsumi wouldn't be prepared for what was coming next.

 

“ What?!...”

 

Natsumi looked extremely angry at the prospect of stopping after coming so far. There would be no way in hell that he would ditch her at this point. She pulled him down on herself once more. Getting the message, he started to rub against her, much harder this time. His kisses had far more force. Natsumi picked up her own pace to keep up. This “rivalry” in affections continued for several minutes; Natsumi enjoyed herself immensely.

 

“This is going to hurt.” Youko warned, his words muffled.

 

Natsumi remained defiant.

 

“What do you take me for?”

 

She continued her administrations. Heeding her words, Youko let his hands return to her hips. He couldn't deny the pure excitement he felt as he prepared to enter her. It was all he could do not to let his instincts take control and take the girl, like he'd done hundreds of times before. No, this time would have to be different, given the circumstances…Fortunately he could already feel her moistness; it would make things a little easier… Natsumi remained ignorant of what was about to occur, having occupied herself with caressing his increasingly tense chest, as the slight change in positions made it difficult for her to reach the organ between his legs. She was delightfully startled when he grabbed her right wrist firmly, but not painfully and forced her further down into the bed. She felt something prod at her opening for a moment before it forced its way through. Natsumi screamed into Youko's mouth. It felt as if the object was trying to shatter something, and it was succeeding; what was he doing? It was way too big for her!

 

` It hurts, it hurts….!'

 

She tried to shift herself, but Youko held her still, comforting her as efficiently as he could as he continued to let himself slide in, inch by inch. He took his right hand from her hip and wiped the sweat that was starting to form on her paling face. He stroked her face in consolation, while she emitted helpless gasps and whimpers. He stopped when he felt that he'd gone far enough into her, taking as much time as needed to distract Natsumi until she was ready. Natsumi meanwhile, chose to lie still as long as possible, trying to focus on Kurama's affection. Something that seemed to take forever; she felt a warm fluid flowing from her.

 

“ It will end soon…”

 

He gazed down into her surprised, agonized eyes, which were beginning to water. She squeezed them shut. He ran his hands through her hair, and rubbed up against her cheekbone. Her body was so tense.

 

“ Unhh….urrh…”

 

It was like being impaled in her nether regions, a t least at first. But it seemed to be starting to numb, to Natsumi's relief. Both kitsune lay still for awhile before Youko propped himself up a little, prepared to continue.

 

“Can you go on….?”

 

Natsumi stared at him for a moment , then nodded with glazed-over eyes. She could handle this. Youko began to withdraw slowly, tenderly from her. Natsumi was just starting to regret the lost of the warmth when he suddenly forced himself back in, with more force this time. She was startled by this action...at least the pain was gone now. But the sensation in her lower stomach area grew stronger. He moved out again, and immediately thrust in again. The pattern repeated itself for several minutes. Once Natsumi adjusted however, she began to get impatient. Youko felt the same way.

 

` I can't hold it much longer….!'

 

A large part of him wished the vixen would hurry and get used to it, although the other part of him wanted her to be a comfortable as possible. A soft whine caught his attention. Natsumi kept shifting beneath him, a sign that she was ready. He obediently increased his pace, to the relief of both.

 

` Uh….ah…..ahhhh!”

 

Natsumi was starting to like this…how exhilarating, especially now that they had more speed. She was starting to sweat profusely as their bodies came together faster and faster; her mussed hair clung to her body; as it did with her partner but both were too occupied at the moment to worry about such details. Natsumi's moans became louder and more frequent, although still muffled by Youko's mouth. It was an almost euphoric experience, her body was filled with electricity as he rode her harder. She kept her arms around his neck, keeping his head close and bracing herself as he let his instincts take control. As he moved in and out, Natsumi felt her lower stomach tighten again; she felt as if she might burst any moment. Youko couldn't deny that he was enjoying this immensely, as he had the other times. He loved hearing those little moans, and it made him particularly aroused when they came from Natsumi. Innocence was quite delicious…Any thoughts of guilt or shame were buried for the time being as he took the vixen. He was getting so close, so close….just a little bit more….

 

“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuhhh!”

 

Natsumi half moaned, half screamed as a massive amount of fluid burst forth from her; it felt thicker than the substance that leaked when he first entered her. She felt it run down legs, and discovered with relief that the tightness was rapidly disappearing. She laughed deliriously, having experienced so many wonderful new sensations. She gasped as she felt fluid enter her a few minutes later, heading straight for her womb.

 

Youko smirked at the expressions on Natsumi's face, as he came inside of her with a loud groan. Simply delicious. He licked his fangs. He remained inside of her until there was no more seed. He slowly pulled out, but was stopped by an exhausted looking Natsumi.

 

“ Stay,” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his upper chest.

 

“ It's freezing.”

 

He felt her shiver and felt his body tense, nipples hardening again, but he managed to control himself this time. He obeyed, resting his head on one of her shoulders until she fell into a deep sleep. He withdrew carefully, so as not to disturb her. Once out, he checked between her legs. There was some of blood mixed with the fluids; quite a bit of blood actually, but a quick inspection told him that it had stopped. He yawned. They'd clean up in the morning. He shifted, so that he lay on his back right next to her. A pang of guilt struck him.

 

“What's done can't be undone.”

 

They both got what they wanted, it seemed…He brushed it off, starting to turn to get comfortable, when an arm found it's way around his waist. He felt something move closer to him, pulling him back. He turned to find a bleary-eyed Natsumi eyeing him. She moved so that her head rested on his shoulder and an arm was draped over his chest.

 

“You're not going anywhere.”

 

He supposed that this was meant to sound more threatening. She draped one of her legs over his. Half of Youko found the situation quite humorous while the other half had no idea what to do. He never cuddled with lovers. What a lovely, and yet, fucked up situation at the same time…. He looked down at her to find that she was asleep again. After much mental debate, he decided to let his right arm wrap around her waist. Why not? He lay awake, staring up at the ceiling. He sighed, brushing some stray locks away from his face. He hoped there wouldn't be any…complications after tonight. After awhile he pulled the covers over both of them and finally went to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

Hallelujah! Finished with the damn chapter! Wasn't expecting to have to do another chapter split, but oh well. How'd y'all like the inn scene? It was my first time writing something like that…hehe…lemon virgin. I got this chapter up with three days to spare until my seventeenth birthday! Yay! I'd really like some reviews as a present….Seriously, I want to know how I did on the lemon! I should have Ch. 14 up within a month as well!

 

 

P.S: Special thanks to the people who are reviewing! You guys cheer me up!

 

P.P.S: MM.org people are the first ones to see this, as I have to go back and make edits to post this on ff.net… ^__^