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Climax of Climate	By : RoseBudNRiomi Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 4700 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Climax of Climate
- 2-Chapter 2
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Youko manipulated Kurama's idle hands to move over Keiko's now prone body, the fingers of one hand skimming over the swell of a fabric covered breast as the other delved lower between their bodies, to slip beneath the hem of the shirt. Keiko's moan penetrated Kurama's mind, reaching the red headed personality being suppressed deep within his own body. The sound coaxed a reaction from him, caused him to fight harder against the firm hold of Youko and the kitsune smirked. Releasing his hold on Kurama's body, the fox spirit retreated, allowing the human to take control and deal with the consequences of his other half's seductive actions.
Kurama slowly withdrew, his eyes full of the apology that his vocal chords didn't seem capable of relaying. Keiko's eyelids fluttered open, her brown orbs hazed over in reaction to his heated kiss. Gazes met and locked. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, Kurama in embarrassment, Keiko in awed longing. He watched as she brought her hand up slowly, her fingertips brushing his lips before sliding across his cheek to slip behind his neck. Kurama wondered briefly what she was doing before he gasped in surprise when Keiko took him completely off guard by pulling him back down as she rose up to meet his lips with hers.
His eyes were wide, staring straight into the girl's closed eyelids. His mind was scattered, but slowly, all thoughts ebbed away as Keiko began massaging the back of his neck, the tips of hingeingers raking through his fiery red tresses. Though his lips were still a bit hesitant as her tongue explored his own blindly, he didn't resist, but he didn't give in either. Not until the impatient fox spirit took slight possession of his reluctant human half's mouth. He made Kurama's tongue delve deep into Keiko's mouth, meeting and toying with her own. They entwined together, Youko subtly relinquishing his hold on Kurama's body until it was only the red head bestowing the passionate kiss.
Kurama gave in, knowing that it was fruitless to deny it. He wanted her. And apparently, she wanted him too; if the way her body was arching up into his own was any indication. He leaned into her further, pressing her back into the futon as he assaulted her mouth, his hands stroking her sides through the rough material of the shirt she wore. Only a shirt, such a simple garment standing in the way of an exploration of her soft curves. A near wicked grin appeared on Kurama's lips as he broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving Keiko panting beneath his smoldering gaze.
She stared at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and a tint of impatience. He pulled himself up to only sit on bent knees between her legs, which had parted helplessly to accommodate his body. He continued to stare into her eyes as his arms reached out with a mind of their own to carefully unbutton the modest cloth that kept his hands from feeling the satiny smooth skin that resided underneath.
He undid one button at a time at a tedious pace purposefully, only to see if he would be stopped. He wanted to be sure that this was what she wanted. It soon became clear, when his hands were brushed off and replaced by her own to nimbly release the small plastic fasteners herself, showing no hesitation to move the material off the small mounds that made her...woman.
Kurama had removed his gaze from her eyes to stare in contained hunger at her soft, supple flesh. His mind was reeling with desire and uncertainty. He would have never thought that the well spoken and self-preserved Keiko would ever be sprawled out beneath him... wanting him in such a way.
Keiko, herself, was surprised by her own behavior. When had she even acted so wanton? Even with Yusuke, she had never been so bold; though really she'd never had reason to since Yusuke had usually took the initiative. But now, here with Kurama, she felt the urge to act without thinking... to give as well as take.
And just as determined, without thought, she reached up to tug at the loose-fitting gray top that her suitor as of late wore. He leaned in and outstretched his arms so the garment could be easily pulled off. She licked her lips absently as she trailed her vision across his bare upper body as the urge to see all of him overwhelmed her. With a boldness born of newly awakened desire, Keiko reached out and snagged the top of the jogging pants Kurama wore. His breath caught inurprurprised gasp as she began to tug them down. Finally snapping out of his shock, Kurama's hands moved to assist her in removing his final garments until finally, he was kneeling before her, completely bare. He was seemingly perfect. He had a nice, even muscle tone, not too skinny, not too bulky and his skin looked absolutely luscious. She couldn't help but reach out and trace her fingers along the fine line that ran down his torso.
The soft touch of Keiko's hand sent shivers along Kurama's spine, causing him to shudder at the sensation and the reaction her touch received caused a satisfied smile to appear on her lips. He felt as good as he looked and Keiko blushed as a thought rose unbidden to her mind. Did he taste as good as he looked? The impulse to find out took root, causing her to rise up in order to bring her lips into contact with the flesh of his chest, her tongue darting out to discover the answer to her question. She soon came to the inevitable conclusion that she'd been wrong. He tasted better. Drawing back, she raised her eyes a bit timidly in order to see what expression her brash actions had brought to his face.
She expected to see disapproval or shock on his face but she was given the total opposite expression. His eyes were half-lidded and glazed over in a heavy lust. His bottom was clenched in between his teeth as to stifle any moans that threatened to come forth. She grinned in delight and began to continue her ministrations, this time with more ambition of wanting to actually hear a moan pass his lips.
She kept her gaze upward, wanting to see every feeling that played across his face. She rose onto her knees and placed a hand on each side of his waist, keeping him still as she pushed him down on to his own back. His eyes widened in surprise but only for a short moment, for as soon as his back hit the soft cushion, she was straddling his waist while leaning forward to put her lips near the crook of his neck. It was then that his eyes drifted slowly back closed.
Shrugging the shirt from her shoulders, Keiko allowed the material to fall freely down her arms before tossing it to the side carelessly. Her lips never left his neck as she applied the tenderest of kisses and even playfully nipped at the exposed skin. She sighed when his arms moved to wrap around her, his hands coming to rest on the small of her back, long nimble fingers kneading gently. He then trailed his fingers up her spine to massage her shoulders as well before delving down once again, only this time lower, to cup her behind and squeezing it meaningfully.
As Keiko continued to nibble at his neck, Kurama reveled in the feeling of the soft flesh that fit ever-so-perfectly in the palm of his hand. He dared his fingers to move lower and around her rounded flesh, closer to the region that emanated enough heat that even his hand became slightly moist before even reaching it.
Slowly, he slipped his forefinger across her warmth, earning himself a low gasp from his partner. He did it again, but with two fingers this time. She groaned and tried to lean back on his hand in effort to gain more pleasure from his teasing digit. Without hesitation, he continued, bringing his fingers to slide across her small bud of stimulation. She bucked forward and moaned; it was then that he continuously began to flick the nerve, loving her reactions.
~Enjoying yourself, Shuichi?~
Kurama inwardly groaned but went on with his actions. He didn't want to converse with the snide spirit now...
Keiko shivered and pushed back against his hand, urging his fingers to touch her most needed spot. Kurama obliged, sliding his fingers into her folds, stroking her. Keko moved in coordination with his strokes as she continued to kiss his neck, slowly moving further down until she reached his chest. Tentatively, her tongue darted out to taste a hardened nipple before nipping it lightly with her teeth. Kurama arched up at the touch, letting out a groan. Keiko paused, thinking that maybe she had hurt him somehow.
"Are you alright?" She asked, her lust-filled voice sounding husky.
"Hn?" Kurama asked, blinking slightly. His mind had slowed a bit and it was taking a moment for him to register her words.
Keiko giggled, "You sounded like Hiei...."
~Hmm... Seems I'm going to have to take over after all, Shuichi... Considering that she was able to think of another man's name at a time like this....~
Kurama smirked evilly, raising an eyebrow. "Do I now..." Keiko let out a soft squeal as she was flipped onto her back, Kurama's body moving to lie firmly against her, his hardened length pressed against her thigh. "Well, that just won't do, will it?"
Keiko shivered at the meaning in his words, then moaned as Kurama took her right nipple into his mouth, giving it the same ministration she had given his. Keiko buried her hands in Kurama's hair, holding him firmly in place as she unconsciously moved beneath him, moaning at the mixture of sensations Kurama was eliciting in her.
Unbeknownst to the passion-enduring female, it wasn't the Kurama she knew that was taking such liberties with her body. It was the lusty fox spirit that had decided to take over, leaving poor Kurama locked once more behind mental barriers. All he could do was watch from his own eyes, yet not his own accord, as Youko tasted what was moments before rightfully his.
'I thought I told you that voyeurism isn't my style, Youko.' Kurama stated within his thoughts.
Youko's snicker coincided with the suction of the obliviant girl's nipple, leaving her all the same, ~Oh, and it's mine, ne?~
Kurama sighed, knowing that this was a battle lost as his perception seemed to be lowered down Keiko's body, until it seemed that he was at eye level with her most intimate part. Mentally, his breathing hitched and gradually his senses were returning...
~I guess your first should be your own doing..~ Youko replied, mentally smirking as he left his human half back in control of the situation.
Kurama gladly took back control, placing his lips against her folds and nuzzled gently. Loving the salty, sweet taste that was simply Keiko, Kurama slipped his tongue further into her moist tunnel. Keiko sucked in a sharp breath as she felt his hot, wet tongue stroke against her most intimate spot. Her breaths coming in heavy pants by now, Keiko's hands reached up to bury themselves in Kurama's hair, the red silk sliding through her fingers like water in a flowing stream.
"Oh... Kurama... don't stop." Her pleading words came out broken, her breath beginning to hitch as the pleasant sensations began to build into something more wonderful.
It seemed Youko had left enough of his own sense for Kurama to distinguish her on-coming climax, and in response to her plea he didn't dare stop. But a deep, mischievousness that resided in him wanted to prolong her pleasurable suffering. He continued as asked, but made his pace a slow, torturous one. Languidly sliding his tongue over her moistened opening, he almost found himself lost in her unique flavor.
He flicked his tongue across her small tender button and listened as she emitted another moan, he smirked slightly and began to lap at her aching nerve like a kitten would milk. She bucked and clutched his head closer as a final spasm washed over her taunt form. Her body went limp and her clasp on the assaulting redhead lessened as he gave on last nip at her glistening folds.
He moved his head up to kiss her belly button before trailing back up to one of her pert nipples. With that action, he sensed her arousal spike once more as he used his newly acquired secret weapon...his tongue.
Keiko barely had time to recover from her orgasm before the same fiery feeling within her core started up again. She didn't know if her body could take much more of the sweet torture Kurama's tongue brought. Her body was begging, pleading for more, and she was helpless to stop herself. Her hands rose to cup his face, bringing his attention from the breast he was happily feasting on. He raised up, staring at her with questioning emerald eyes.
"Please, Kurama, I need more.." She implored, not really knowing what it was she was needing, but helpless to stop the plea nevertheless.
Kurama pressed his lips to the palm of one of her hands. "As you wish," he whispered softly, his breath ghosting against the soft skin of her palm.
Keiko's body shivered and arched up into him as Kurama spread her thighs further apart, his hips sliding more comfortably between them. Her hands went automatically to his shoulders, fingers clenching, sharply filed naicoricoring the soft flesh in her anticipation. Kurama's hand once again trailed down between them, his fingers delving within her folds in order to test her readiness. Feeling the slickness of her center, he worked first one finger, then two, into her tight channel, stretching her gradually. Preparing her for his intimate invasion.
Keiko groaned and pressed down, the building pressure within her coiling even tighter at his touch. After a moment, Kurama removed his hand from her, causing Keiko to moan in protest at the loss. Kurama ignored the sound as he looked down at her, his intense gaze locking with her own. She watched in awe as he brought his moistened fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste her essence, which still clung to the slender digits before sucking them into his mouth to taste them fully. His eyes never once leaving Keiko's, Kurama finished cleaning his fingers and leaned down to cover her mouth with his own. His tongue pushed past parted lips, allowing her to taste herself and eliciting an even louder moan in response.
He ended the kiss, rising up above her as a hand moved back down to guide himself into position at her warm entrance. He paused, looking back at Keiko with a hint of unsure hesitancy. Even though she had given him the go ahead, he still wanted to make sure. There would be no turning back after this point, and he wanted to know if she truly wanted this.
"Keiko..." Was all he managed to get out before he felt her legs wrap around his hips, her hands clutching him for leverage as she arched up under him, forcing him into her scorching sheath.
He felt the barrier of her purity give way and she flinched, but nothing other than that was the extent of any outward discomfort from her. "I already said yes, Kura-kun, now get on with it," Her words were voiced in as close to a growl as a human could sound.
~Demanding, isn't she?~
Kurama's eyebrow twitched in amusement, but was thoroughly and completely distracted when Keiko shifted beneath him, the movement causing her already snug warmth to grip his manhood even tighter. The moan that escaped his throat was so guttural that it filled the room and blended with the sudden roll of thunder, which sounded beyond the bedroom walls.
His hands found a place at her hips, instructing them to be still as he instinctively took over the agonized pace, more or less under the influence of his animal counterpart. He pulled his length away from her moist sheath at the most tedious pace, while taking a sharp breath, until only his throbbing tip remain inside her.
She gave a slight whimper, but made another experimental movement, wanting to get used to the foreign sensation. Kurama noticed her small whimper and took caution of his own actions; realizing that it was her first time as well, though it took all his strength to restrain the urge to give in to carnal instinct. Her wiggling beneath him didn�t help much either.
He remained still, letting her do whatever she felt necessary to accumulate his intrusion. He watched the different expressions wash over her already sweat moistened face, first twinges of pain to curiosity and then he finally saw it, the glaze that began to fill her eyes and turn her mahogany hued eyes to a swirl of deep sienna.
The a blissful groan fell from her lips as her hips took a winding pace that he found himself hypnotized by. Letting his groin roll with them, he was unable to hold back the thick moan that hummed through his body, somewhat heightening the sensation of their union.
Keeping a grip on her smooth, milky hips he looked into her eyes once more, wanting to see every detail of pleasure that played across her face or that would play across her face. He chose to lean in and taste her tender, pink lips one last time before he thrust his shaft deeply inside of her, all the way to the hilt. They swallowed each other�s gasps, his eyes going blank for a fleeting moment, almost finding himself floating in between time for that instant.
It was the most inexplicable feeling he'd ever known that he couldn�t help but do it again. Except this time he used more force and developed a swift pace, finding himself lost in that place of in between with every thrust. Keeping his pace, he lifted his mouth from hers, still feeling the vibration of her own moans whispering upon his lips. He brought his head up and let his half lidded eyes take in her expression of ecstasy, finding it the most arousing thing he�d ever seen.
Her russet tresses lay fanned out beneath her; the pale skin glistened with essence of their coupling and those brown eyes held a daze, like she wasn�t even really there but in that place that he found himself. The sensations built with every thrust he made, bringing the both of them to even greater heights of pleasure. Keiko felt as if her body was on fire, the heat spread throughout her entire being, radiating from the place in which she and Kurama were joined.
Kurama...
The realization of what was happening... of what she was doing, and who she was doing it with finally dawned in Keiko's passion hazed mind. And it only caused to elevate the erotic pleasure that much more.
The gentle Shuichi Minamino.
The quiet, polite red head.
Also, the seductive and mysterious Makai thief.
The silver kitsune, Youko Kurama.
She could feel the fox spirit, lurking beneath the surface of Kurama's passion glazed expression. His malachite eyes rimmed in golden amber, blazing with the lust and animalistic tendencies his human half was carrying out.
And she was loving every second of it.
She rocked against him, meeting him halfway in every movement of their bodies. Their hips ground together, building the heavenly friction they so desperately sought in order to reach their desired destination: Completion.
Her breathing hitched as his thrusts became accelerated with the undying need of release and the familiar feeling of completion pooled at her invaded passage. Her arms reached out and her quivering hands clung to his taut shoulders, needing guidance into the blinding sensations that would soon consume her.
"Ku..Kur..ama." she rasped, her voice broken and near incoherent as she felt his breathing become heavier and his movement turn to a more frenzied pace. Her legs tightened around his waist, wanting him as close as he could get.
Her moans became louder and her eyes were wide, unable to cope or identify with such a feeling. He was delving deeper and deeper into her core, hitting a certain spot that she hadn't even known existed. She was in pure bliss from the sensations he was causing to run through her rampantly.
She could feel his grasp on her hips tighten with an unyielding grip; he was as close to his edge as she was to hers. When she looked up into his face once more, she saw his eyes glazed in passion taking in more of the physical feeling than his actual surroundings and his pink bottom lip hidden within his mouth as if trying to bite back any incoherent speech that was bound to spill out.
That gesture in particular ebbed at her. She wanted to hear his own reactions, wanted to know what him being inside of her did to him. She had to know.
"Don't� Don't hold any�thing back." her voice trembled, still affected by the overwhelming impressions each thrust left.
Heeding her words, Kurama's bottom lip escaped the restricting hold of his teeth as an almost agonized moan of ecstasy came from deep within him. The sound escalated to a pitch that matched the deep rumble of thunder that sounded suddenly. Accompanied by a blinding flash of lightening, the combination seemed to accentuate the moment by heightening the blissful rapture that devoured their whole being. His hips bucked almost violently against hers; driving him even deeper as his release overwhelmed him.
Keiko felt Kurama's muscles tense, his body stiffening above hers just as her entire being burst into flames in his strong arms. He slumped forward, his head nestling in the crook of her neck.
All that could be heard was the quieting treble of thunder and the subtle breaths that escaped the seemingly fatigued partners as their climax got the best of them. As Keiko slowly pieced back together all rational thought that expertly escaped her, she soon realized that her breath alone remained ragged; Kurama's breathing had returned to its calm, soothing pace. It didn't worry her, but it struck her as odd since he had actually seemed to use more exertion then she had.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but it became lodged in her throat as she felt him begin to nip and nibble at the nape of her neck, which caused her mind to haze over once more. She could feel his length, still deep inside her; begin to twitch in obvious renewed excitement. His lips left the soft pulse of her neck and his body lifted, so he was on his knees, still snuggly placed between her thighs.
Once again she opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself as she witnessed the most amazing thing performed right before hazy brown eyes. His vision remained on her until he gave a few swift shakes of his head, she became entranced with his movements as she watched the bright red locks extend, flowing longer and lower to brush and pile upon her exposed midriff. As if aging, they began to pale to an orange, slowly to a yellow and then to a soft silver that somewhat sparkled in its own affixed light.
Soon, two canine-like ears began to sprout atop the silver mane, claiming the same color on its fur-like base as the human ears vanished without a trace. His head became still and she continued her awestricken gaze as his face stretched into a long elegant prestige, his eyes melting away the emerald gems only to be replaced by a stunning gold that smoldered with unbound passion.
His shoulders became broader, peeking past the curtain of silver strands that seemed to consume his body. His chest swelled with what at first glance could pass as male pride, but since her eyes never left his being, she noticed the muscles that were there became defined and tighter. The hands that still clutched her hips endured a change as well. His fingers grew longer, as the nails--once so neatly maintained--became long, untamed claws.
'Youko.' her mind registered, recalling the fox spirit taking its form at the Dark Tournament but a few short years ago.
She had seen a wild beast that day, his eyes flooded with gleeful bloodlust, but... now they only held an unbound passion. She thought she had witnessed the last of the incredible transformation but was mistaken with she felt his manhood pulse within her and begin to swell, filling her even more than before. She was unable to stifle the moan that broke tgh. gh.
The lips of the fox demon twitched upward as he reveled in the feeling of her still moist passage surrounding his throbbing shaft. It was his turn and from the looks of it, the ningen girl seemed more than willing to participate.
"Not finished yet..."
The deep timbered voice--so like and yet, unlike, the red headed version's--sent a delightful thrill through her satiated body. Keiko's eyes widened in understanding.
"Oh..."
Youko smirked as his hands on her hips tightened their grip, lifting her slightly to turn her away from him, but never withdrawing his member from her tight body. Keiko blinked as she suddenly found herself on her knees, her face close to the futon and her hips in the air.
Her hands fisted in the sheets beneath her as she felt Youko's body drape over her back, the muscled chest meshing perfectly against the curve of her spine. He withdrew his hardened length from her partially, the simple movement sending shockwaves rippling throughout her, causing her lips to part in a gasping breath, which transformed into a deep moan when he thrust back into her suddenly.
Once again, Keiko found herself on the receiving end of mind numbing ecstasy as the ancient fox demon plied her body with centuries old knowledge of pleasure. His clawed hands, ever mindful of the sharp talons, gripped her hips firmly as he moved deeply within her again and again. Deeper than it had ever been thought possible, as if he would reach her very soul.
Pushing back against each thrust, Keiko felt that pressure building again, her body striving to once again reach that blissful peak she had only just recently visited. By the time her point of climax was reached, Keiko's voice could be heard keening loudly throughout the house, the continuous thunderstorm outside barely enough to muffle the noise. One skilled hand left her hip to travel forward, delving between her thighs to graze a single finger across the over sensitized bundle of nerves that resided there, sending her over the edge again.
In a last ditch effort to stifle her passionate cries, Keiko buried her face into Kurama's rumpled futon, their mingled essences strong enough for even her human sense of smell to detect. The scent only succeeded in heightening the pleasure to an unbearable rate and soon Keiko found herself falling into the black abyss of completion once again.
Youko smirked slightly as he fhis his human's nearly scorching sheath squeeze him even tighter in her intimate embrace. He lowered his head, allowing the river of silken strands to fall around them. It formed a silver curtain, concealing his act as he applied his lips to the base of her neck, which had been revealed by the parting of her hair. His teeth nibbled and nipped at the flesh as he continued to pound into her heated core, the rippling sensations of her orgasm still evident.
Pausing for a moment, Youko snaked an arm around her, securing her to him firmly as he moved to lay on his side. Keiko complied, her exhausted body unable to protest such an action. Not that she wanted to protest. Lying down in the soft sheets and resting was a very welcomed thought, however, it seemed Youko had other ideas for his petite ningen lover.
As soon as she was lying comfortably on her side, she felt Youko's free arm slip beneath her top leg, lifting it until the bend of her knee was cradled in the crook of his arm. A strong, muscular thigh slid between hers as she felt him begin to move within her again.
"Youko, no... I-I can't take anymore. It's too much." Keiko moaned weakly, though her protests were actually half-heartedly spoken. She might have been tired, but she was enjoying every bit of what the silver kitsune was giving to her.
A particularly deep thrust was applied, drawing a keening cry of pleasure from her lips as Youko responded, "Oh, but I think you can, my sweet vixen."
'Don't push her too hard.' the weak, satiated voice of Shuichi called out faintly within Youko's mind.
The kitsune snorted. ~I'm not.~ he mentally growled as he continued his pace.
He smirked as he felt Keiko buck back against him, meeting his thrusts as she rose up partially on a forearm. Bringing the arm not supporting her up, she wound it around Youko's neck, drawing his face down to hers in order to apply a kiss to his lips.
Youko returned the kiss with fervor, his tongue darting inside her mouth to relish her sweet taste for a moment before breaking contact. His lips moved down to suckle the fragrant skin of her neck as the arm wrapped around her waist rose upward. Long, tapered fingers began to trace a path to her soft breasts. Cupping a mound, Youko began to knead the supple flesh, every once in a while tweaking the hardened nub to elicit another pleasant gasp from his partner.
He could feel her heat beginning to contract around him and knew that she was nearing her climax again, the sensation and knowledge jolting him even closer to his own orgasm. Shifting his hips, Youko increased his pace, thrusting into her velvety sheath with wild abandon until he felt the dam within him break at the same moment her body convulsed around and against his own.
They both collapsed to rest on the bed, riding out the waves of their orgasms. Youko absentmindedly licked at the back of Keiko's shoulder while his hand massaged her lower stomach, smirking when he felt the muscles there twitching.
Once they had come down from their climactic high, Youko slowly pulled out of Keiko's still slightly quivering body, but remained lying behind her. He propped himself up on his elbow, and nuzzled her cheek until Keiko turned her eyes to him. Smiling at her, he pulled a rose from his hair. While keeping eye contact with her, he lightly traced the petals of the rose along her skin, following the curves of her body, starting at her hip. Up her side, lightly brushing over the side of her breast, to her shoulder, then changing direction, Youko trailed the rose down her arm until he came to her hand.
"Keep this," he whispered as he pressed the stem into her palm, while leaning forward until his lips once again took possession of hers.
Soon, the kiss became softer and the weight of the arm wrapped around her seemed to be lightened. Slowly, Keiko opened her eyes in curiosity as she drew back, only to find that the silvery form of Youko was gone and that the human form, Shuichi, had returned.
"Hi." Kurama whispered, smiling contentedly down at her, his eyes full of unspoken emotion.
"Hi..." She replied shyly. "Welcome back." Her eyes drifted down to the rose she still held in her hand, contemplating a moment before a smile claimed her lips as well. She lifted the rose to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent that wafted from the petals before looking back at Kurama.
"Thank you," she whispered, impulsively bringing the rose up to caress his cheek with its petals.
Kurama's eyes drifted closed, relishing the sensation. They were soft, a satiny smooth texture akin to that of Keiko's own flesh. That thought alone was enough to coaxed a sigh from his lips. Opening his emerald eyes once more, Kurama stared down at Keiko, uncertainty beginning to fill him as an insistent question plagued his mind.
'What now?'
~Now begins the awkward "after sex" talk.~
Kurama frowned inwardly. 'This is all your fault, you know.'
~Uhuh. So, when do we get to do it again?~
A soft sigh was issued from within. 'Soon, I hope...'
"Kurama..."
His name being whispered sweetly brought the red head's attention back to the girl in his arms. Her face, flushed by the exertion of the act they had just performed, looked at him with an open expression of infatuation... possibly love. He nodded to her, seeing that she looked like she wanted to say something.
"I don't..." she began, but broke off as she unsurely turned her head away. "I-I�m sorry. I just don't know what came over me." she murmured.
Kurama's expression tensed. Did she regret their union? Was this just a spur of the moment thing to her? It certainly wasn't for him. He found that his soul--hell, both of his souls--had been poured into what they'd just shared...hadn't she done the same?
He was sure that Keiko wasn't the type of girl to just give herself away like this without meaning. She couldn't have possibly regretted what they had now...could she?
~Don't work yourself up, Shuichi. She is obviously just finding the situation...surreal, you could say. And as I said before, this is just the awkward talk that somehow manages to following first time coupling.~ The fox spirit informed, sensing his counterpart's unease.
Kurama relaxed, taking Youko's words into perspective, the fox obviously had plenty of experience in this department. Inwardly he smirked.
His hand found a place at the curve of her cheek and he began stroking it reassuringly, "Keiko, what reason do you have to be sorry for?"
Keiko's eyes took on a clouded look as he continued to caress her cheek, but finally, she managed to answer his question. "I just... don't want you to think... I mean, this isn't something I would normally do... or something I thought would ever happen. You and me... like this." she sighed, "But I honestly don't regret it. I just... hope you don't either."
He couldn't contain the relieved sigh that passed through his lips from the breath he hadn't even known he was holding. He didn't know what he would have done with himself if his fears were brought to reality. He looked into her eyes finding them eager for a response holding the conflicting emotions just as his thoughts had. Seeming to know the tearing feeling, he responded not with words but with his lips, capturing her bottom lip. He suckled it with affection, hoping his gesture would wash away her worries. A hand came up to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as her lips gave her reply.
He was tempted to deepen the kiss, but at that moment, the lights to his bedroom flickered weakly before finally flaring to life, filling the previously darkened room with a radiant illumination. They pulled apart, for the first time seeing one another fully. Keiko's breath caught in her throat when her eyes had adjusted to the sudden light and she was able to look at the glorious sight before her.
His mane of fiery hair was thoroughly mussed; giving a look of wildness to him that rivaled his demonic side. Emerald green eyes shimd wid with an array of emotions as he stared back at her, causing her body to grow even warmer under the intense scrutiny. Her eyes drifted downward, past his neck and shoulders hidden by the two thick tails of hair, to the narrow yet well defined chest. She watched as a stray bead of sweat slid down his moistened skin, hooded eyes tracking its decent downward to the taunt stomach before snapping back up to see his amusement-filled eyes. She had admitted to herself long ago that she thought Kurama attractive, but now, in this post coital state, he was more than attractive.... he was gorgeous.
Kurama mirrored her thoughts but drank in her appearance to an even higher quality. She was beautiful... Even more than that.
It was an angel that lay before him, keeping him amazed at how she contained such an innocent atmosphere despite her lack of clothing and most recent actions. The light glaze of sweat coating her skin, the rosy blush crawling across her cheeks over the bridge of her nose. The dampened strands of darkened honey played wildly around the soft white cushion and lastly the clouded sienna orbs mimicking his roving gaze only proved that she had to indeed be angel sent by Kami himself.
He looked to the heavens silently thanking him for such a gift. Looking back down at her lithe form, he caught a glimpse of confusion in her eyes and only chuckled, reclaiming the lips that had escaped his unwillingly. Caught up in the moment, Keiko couldn't help but feel a bit more daring as she broke away from the heated kiss to trail her lips down Kurama's throat to his collar bone, her tongue slipping out to taste the salty condensation on his skin.
Kurama groaned, relishing the feel of her pliant tongue's voyage across his slick flesh. Gods, he now had an insatiable female on his hands--more accurately under--he had no complaints though. And the mere thought of complaints drifted further as he felt her urge him onto his own back and begin to mount him. Nothing but thick passion invaded her honey brown depths and his arousal came quick at the glorious sight. She quickly reapplied her mouth to its previous actions, kissing and licking her way down his body as her hands roamed over him, laying claim to his body just as surely as she'd surprisingly laid claim to his heart.
She felt his fingers begin to sensuously massage her scalp and she smiled against him, relishing the sensation. Teasingly, she brought her teeth into play, nipping lightly at his flesh, causing him to gasp and his fingers to tighten momentarily.
A mischievous grin whispered upon her lips, taking pride in the reflexes and moans she'd earned from him. She let her tongue be her guide, making endless loops and languid swirls across his torso, only pausing to suckle on the small muscles that decided to jump in reaction.
She found herself lost in the act, intoxicated by Kurama's very essence... He gave off the scent of fresh roses but tasted of what would seem the finest wine, the quality seeming to become more potent the further down she moved, drawing closer and closer to that part of him that she had otherwise thought off limits to her before now.
She paused when she reached his stomachsuresure if he would approve of her going further. She had only been driven this far by her curiosity, and was unsure if what she was doing was acceptable. He answered her hesitancy by groaning again, applying slight pressure to her head, silently urging--or perhaps begging--her to continue.
She exhaled softly, her hot breath caressing him as she moved again, continuing downward until her face was level with his groin, her eyes wide in fascination as she took in the sight of that part of him that had given her so much pleasure for the first time.
Bringing her right hand up to grasp his now hardened length, Keiko was thoroughly awed at how silky smooth the organ felt when he was so stiff. Her mind raced to think of a comparison, but found all she could come up with was that it felt like... forged steel... Yes, forged steel encased in a satin sheath. The heated member practically throbbed in her hand, seeming to have a life of its own. She felt it give an involuntary jerk in her hand when she stroked it idly, and she smiled as it drew a sharp gasp from Kurama.
Taking this as a good sign, she observed the aroused flesh in her hand for a moment longer, noticing a bead of milky white substance leaking from the tip. Throwing caution to the wind, she pressed her lips against it, bestowing a seemingly innocent kiss while, at the same time, tasting the savory flavor of Kurama. Grimacing at first, seeing as she was unused to the vaguely bitter taste, Keiko drew back, but then realized that it hadn't been all that bad. She licked her lips. Kurama saw this and groaned again, his head falling back against the futon as the image of her tasting him remained in his mind.
Deciding that she had enjoyed that entirely too much to stop, Keiko lowered her head down again, this time parting her lips to take the head of his shaft into her mouth and allowing her tongue to swirl around it. The surprisingly bold move caused Kurama to suck in a sharp breath as he felt the most sensitive part of him being engulfed in a mind warping heat. It was followed immediately by the most delightful sensation that had him fighting to not thrust up forcefully. He could feel her experimenting, challenging herself to take more of him in while increasing the suction slightly, resulting in another sharp gasp from him. He brought his hands up to entangle in her hair, much like she had done to him before. When he had bestowed a much similar gift upon her.
All focus and coherent thought seemed lost; not that he actually needed it at this moment. But he had never thought such a feat to be possible. An instinctual grunt passed from his lips when she managed to take even more of him into her mouth. His hold on her dark auburn locks tightened and he fought the urge to thrust upward in fear of causing her to gag, though it seemed to be the hardest task he'd ever ventured upon. Kami, the sensations were just too overwhelming, he was literally going to burst.
"Kei...Keiko" he groaned, stating her name in obvious warning that he was near the edge. Her only acknowledgment of the fact was that her intensity turned to full throttle, leaving him to only steal one last deep breath before he lost himself in the sweet, torturous haven of her mouth.
Keiko was also lost in the moment. So much so that she failed to heed Kurama's broken warning, choosing to continue what she was doing and resulting in her being totally unprepared for the hot, salty elixir which suddenly spilled forth from Kurama and into the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow on instinct. Pulling back, Keiko released both her hand and mouth's hold on Kurama's now flaccid member and absently licked her lips.
She didn't find much discomfort in the action, but she did subconsciously place in the back of her mind to be aware of future surprises. Her thought process froze... did she just plan on doing this again? Swaying her gaze to her satisfied partner, she smirked, having decided that this was something she could definitely get used to.
With a cat-like quality she prowled her way over Kurama's chest and settled her head under the crook of his neck while letting her limbs go lax on top of his form, her body becoming a sheet of warmth only for him. Her arms came to his sides and soon her eyelids fell heavy with exhaustion.
Sleep claimed the lithe form of Keiko before Kurama laid a kiss on the top of her head and pulled the abandoned comforter over their nude forms. Exhaustion overcame the red haired male, but not before using his powers of plant manipulation to coax one of his exotic plants' vines to slither across the room and up the wall to flip the light switch, dousing the room in a contented darkness. As the vines crept back to their rightfuace,ace, Kurama followed Keiko into dreamless sleep...
The room was unearthly quiet, the turmoil of the earlier storm having abated. No sound came from the darkened bedroom save for the soft, contented breaths of the couple entwined on the futon. That is, until the sound of a window being lifted interrupted the pleasant calm. With the stealth of a shadow, a certain fire demon crept in through the kitsune's bedroom window only to pull up short at the sight that greeted him. Hiei stared, the look of shock fleeting as it melted into a look of disgust.
"How disturbing..." he muttered, before hastily making his retreat.

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