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Chapter List
- 1-The Call
- 1
Title: The Call
Rating: Extreme NC-17
Pairing: Kurama/Keiko
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, though at this point I really, really REALLY wish I could own Kurama. They belong to their creator, who is sadly, not me.

WARNING: Definitive NC-17 rating... Explicit phone sex... EXTREMELY steamy dialogue. Read at your own risk!

Keiko Yukimura couldn't decide whether to be pissed off or simply hurt. Granted, she'd been expecting Yusuke to do what he'd done for awhile now, but that didn't mean she had to like it. After the dreaded "It's over, we're through" scene, in front of the entire gang, nonetheless, Keiko had felt as if her life where tailspinning out of control and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it.
Well, she supposed that wasn't exactly true. There were a lot of things she could do about it. Castrating Yusuke was looking mighty tempting at the moment. Catching herself on that rather...jilted sounding thought, Keiko decided she needed to cool down a bit. Glancing at the clock, she had to do a double take to catch the actual time. 'Huh? 2:15? When did it get so late?'
'Just great,' Keiko thought, flopping back onto her plush mattress. '2:15 in the morning and I'm still not tired!'
Taking a moment to consider her options, Keiko figured she had three choices. Either sit there and seethe over the crudness of hers and Yusuke's break up, go over to Yusuke's and see if she could do a bit more permanent damage with her slap or talk out her frustrations with someone who was willing to listen and get all the pent up anger off her chest. Realizing her best bet was choice number three, Keiko reached to her night stand and grabbed her cordless phone from its stand. Pausing just a moment in indecision, for she really wasn't sure who to call, Keiko finally just shrugged and punched in a number on her speed dial.
Kurama was pulled from his slumber by the sound of a ringing telephone. 'Who on earth...?' Taking a quick look at his night stand, Kurama saw the time and again wondered who would be calling at such a late hour. '2:15? I swear...If Yusuke is calling me to ask for my homework, again, he will not live to see tomorrow.'
"Hello?"
Keiko was mortified. 'Of all the numbers on my speed dial I call him?!'
"Hello? Who is this? Yusuke? Is that you, because I swear-"
"H-hi Kurama..."
"Keiko?"
"Um.. Yeah, it's me, eheh." Keiko felt a heated blush spread across her cheeks. 'Oh god, his voice sounds so sexy when he first wakes up!' She quickly blanched at her random thought. 'Oh no, I did not just think that!'

"Keiko, are you alright? Your voice is strained. Did something happen?" 'Why the hell is Keiko calling me so late?'
"Ahhh..." Keiko floundered for a believable explanation, besides the obvious "I justchedched a random number on my speed dial so that I could talk to someone about issues I have with my recent breakup and surprise yours was the lucky number!" Yeah, that would so work. "I'm sorry, Kurama. Did I wake you?" Keiko winced.
Kurama chuckled huskily. "No Keiko, you didn't wake me. I was just laying on my bed memorizing the insides of my eyelids when you called. Can I help you with something? Was there a reason why you called, or do you simply like calling random people in the middle of the night for no apparant reason?" He chuckled again. "Don't answer that question."
Keiko shifted a bit uncomfortably on the bed. His voice was definitely alot deeper, like when he chuckled. Especially when he chuckled. The sound caused a foreign, tingling sensation to shoot through her body. The tingling quickly turned to a dull throbbing as it ook up position at her most intimate spot. She shifted again. "Um... sorry again. No, I was just needing to talk to someone really. But I'm sure you don't want to hear all this stuff so... I'm sorry. I'll let you go back to sleep." Keiko hung up the phone quickly, not waiting for a reply from Kurama.
Kurama blinked at the unexpected dial tone he heard from the other end of the line. "I wonder what that was all about..." After internally debating whether or not to call her back, Kurama finally picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello? Keiko, are you there?"
'Oh my God, he called me back?!' Keiko was a bit flabberghasted... And a bit embarrassed... Okay, and maybe a tiny bit excited. Just a tiny bit. She just couldn't believe it, nor could she think of anything to say except. "Yes, I'm here." Her eyes grew round at the tone of her voice. It had sounded a bit more... silky than she'd meant it to be.
Kurama smiled when she voiced her presence, and laughed slightly at the shocked tone he heard. "What? Didn't expect me to call you back?" As an afterthought he added, "You know Keiko, it's really quite rude to hang up on someone." He laughed again as he heard her gasp on the other end.
Youko had picked up on the almost lusty quality of her voice, but Shuichi figured it was probably because she had been...he wasn't going to finish that thought. Naughty thoughts about one of his best friends ex-girlfriends were not what he needed at the moment.

"I'm sorry about that. I just didn't expect you to want to hear about my problems. They're not really something to wake someone up over." Keiko paused, "I mean, not that you want to hear about my problems. I'm just assuming that you do since you called me back and why did you do that anyway?" She had to force herself to stop talking, reallizing that she was beginning to babble. Since when did she babble anyway? This was certainly a strange turn of events.
Kurama was amused. "So, you called me to tell me about your problems, decided they didn't merit waking anyone, and then hung up on me before you could tell me that you called and woke me up over something that wasn't important enough call and wake someone up over? Is that right?"

Keiko groaned and promptly buried her face in her unoccupied hand. "Yeah... that about sums it up." She muttered.
"Well, I'm already awake, so if you want to talk about anything I'll listen."
Keiko raised her head, intending on telling Kurama that it really wasn't necessary for him to subject himself to hearing about her romance problems. "Yusuke is a real asshole." Keiko clamped the hand she'd previously used to hide her face over her mouth to stifle her gasp of surprise. Where had that come from?! It seemed that conversing with Kurama at odd hours of the night had a loosening effect on her tongue.
Kurama was stunned. 'Did Keiko just say asshole?' "Is he now?" Well, it wasn't exactly eloquent but he had just heard Keiko say a curse that she had always reprimanded Yusuke for using. It was an odd occurance, and he felt that eloquence would have been lost on all but the most composed. "Why do you say that?" He winced. 'Oh yes. The breakup scene, how could I have forgotten?'
Sighing deeply, Keiko slumped over to lie on her side on her bed. She let out a small groan as the soft mattress conformed to her body in a somewhat comforting way. "Do I even have to remind you?" She asked, her voice lowered a bit as she grew comfortable on the bed.
Kurama sighed, wondering what Yusuke had been thinking. It was one thing to breakup with someone in private, where no oealleally knew what had occured. It was another thing completely to be so malicious as to dump someone in front of their entire group of friends. Kurama heard her groan and became concerned, had she hurt herself? "Keiko, are you alright?" The worried edge in his voice was quite noticable.
"Mmm..wha? Oh, no. I'm fine, Kurama. Just stretching out on my bed a bit, trying to get comfortable." She said. "Why do you ask?"
Kurama swallowed audibly. 'Great! Keiko stretched out on her bed, just the visual I need...' "Well, I heard you sort of moan...I thought you might have hurt yourself or something."
Keiko giggled softly, "Oh, well thanks for being concerned for me. At least someone is." Her tone took on a tinge of sadness with her final words.

"Oh Keiko! Many people care about you. Myself included. Surely you don't believe that just because Yusuke is an idiot the rest of us are as well. You know better!"
Keiko felt the corners of her mouth twitch, an early sign that she was going to smile. Kurama always managed to get a smile out of her one way or another. She was grateful for it. "I know, Kurama, it's just... hard to deal with. Especially when you're alone. I'm not used to being alone yet, I guess." She sighed again. "Hmm, guess I'm going to have to get used to it."
"Now why would you say a thing like that? There are, pardon the cliche, many more fish in the sea." 'And one or two foxes in the mix as well.'

"True... but really, Kurama. How many of those supposed fish do you think would be interested in me? I've known Yusuke for almost forever and it didn't work out for us. How's it going to work out with someone I just meet?" Keiko shifted as she spoke, the crisp sheets rustling as she did so. She pulled her pillow to her and proceeded to cuddle with it as she waited for Kurama to reply.
"There is your problem Keiko. You've known Yusuke for far too long for anything to have ever worked out between the two of you. You're almost siblings. Besides, Yusuke could never have appreciated you fully. Not the extent that you deserve." Kurama moved back to his bed, sitting down and resting his back against the headboard. He groaned in pleasure as his legs were once again able to stretch out fully.
Keiko was startled by the sound Kurama made over the phone. It was so deep and rumbly and... Keiko shivered. "Um..Kurama? Are you okay?"
Kurama answered her distractedly. "Yes, Keiko. I'm fine, just stretching a bit." He purred as he stretched out his legs and arms, completely unaware of the effect his noises were having on the poor girl at the other end of the line.
'Did he just... purr?' Keiko felt that pleasant sensation building in her lower half again due to the rhythmic sounds Kurama was making. "Oh," She said, her voice falling a bit on the husky side. She bit her lip, hoping Kurama hadn't noticed.
Kurama was brought back to the situation at hand by the breathy sound Keiko had emitted. 'That sounded like...no, it wouldn't be possible...would it?' "Did you say something Keiko?" His voice was husky from his state of relaxation, and the question came out as more of a growl than an actual sentence.
She couldn't stop it this time. The shudder that ran throughout her body. With that sexy, growly tone to his voice, it was just impossible to stop. Keiko whimpered. "Ahh, no...no, Kurama. I didn't." She bit her lip as she shifted on the bed. Slowly, her unoccupied hand began to ghost down her body, brushing over the thin material of her night shirt before jerking back. 'What am I doing?!' She thought, panicked. 'I cannot be getting turned on by just the sound of Kurama's voice!' Trying to distract herself from the growing throb between her legs, Keiko asked, "So.. if Yusuke wasn't the right kind of guy for me. Then who is?"
Kurama coughed slightly. "Well Keiko...I suppose that you would have to answer that question. What do you want in a guy?" He shuffled nervously, hoping she wouldn't detect the slight waver in his voice.
Keiko thought for a moment, "Well... Someone who would be a bit more attentive to my needs, I suppose." She began, "Yusuke never did have time for me when it came time to go on a mission." She paused, thinking, "In fact, he really didn't have time for me when he wasn't on a mission either." Shaking that from her mind, for it would do no good to dwell on such things at that point, Keiko continued to list the things she'd like to have in a significant other. "He'd have to be polite to a fault. Yusuke was always so rude to everyone but me. It's a wonder he has as many friends as he has now." Thoughts of other valuable trait came to her. Ones that she quickly pushed to the back of her her mind. "And I suppose it wouldn't hurt if he were a bit more mature and experienced as well." 'Eep! I did not just say that!'
Kurama chuckled. "Experienced? Why Keiko, whatever do you mean by that? Surely you don't speak of such things to everyone around you." Kurama's mind was going a mile a minute. Thus far everything she had stated she wanted described him to a fault. Maybe...surely not. She couldn't feel the same! Up until five o'clock the previous day she had been head over heels for Yusuke.
"Forgive me, Kurama. I don't know where that came from, really! I mean, it's not like I know anybody like that anyway. Aside from you and Hiei, that is." Keiko's face grew red as she realized what she'd just said. Again. 'Open mouth, insert foot, Keiko! Good girl!'
Kurama laughed good naturedly. "I was just teasing you, Keiko. There is no need to be embarrassed." As he glanced down, he realized he had fallen asleep with his shirt on. He grunted as he removed it. The sleeve had gotten stuck on his elbow, and he had a brief struggle with the article of clothing before he got it completely off. Sighing in relief, he picked the phone back up, hoping he hadn't missed anything that Keiko had said.
By the time Keiko had managed to subdue her heated blush, she heard the muffled sound of the reciever being set down on something soft. The crinkle of the material... possibly Kurama's bedsheets? She heard him make another of those husky sounds and soonafter retrieve the phone. Raising an eyebrow curiously, she couldn't help but ask. "Why did you put down the phone?"
Kurama blushed, not really knowing why. "Oh, I was just taking off my shirt. You see, I can't sleep fully clothed, I start to feel suffocated after a while." He squirmed uneasily. 'I wonder what Keiko is wearin- woah! No! Do not think about that!'
Keiko swallowed hard in an attempt to saturate her suddenly dry throat. 'Kurama. Shirtless. Shirtless Kurama! Oh my....' Vividly detailed images were currently swimming through Keiko's mind. "Oh," She said, feeling the need to say something to avert the oncoming blush. "I have the same problem. That's why I normally sleep in just a tank top." Too late, she realized the revealing statement she'd just made. 'But it's only fair, right? I mean, he told me what he sleeps in. So, it's only fair, right? Right!'
This could be a problem. 'She sleeps in a tank top? Just a tank top?' Kurama groaned as various images made themselves at home in his mind. Keiko's long, toned legs tangled in her sheets, her top riding dangerously high along her ribcage; Keiko's hands ghosting over her own body, pressing and pulling and rubbing in all the places she knew would bring her immense pleasure. Kurama moaned before he could catch himself, blushing a brilliant shade of red and wishing that he could just disappear. If he knew Keiko, she would want to know what had happened, and he didn't really know what to tell her.
Of course, Keiko picked right up on the curious sound he'd made. And of course, that sound had the same effect all his previous sounds had had on her body. Keiko barely managed to subdue a moan of her own as she asked the dreaded question. "Kurama, what's wrong? You sound... strange."
Now how do you answer a question like that? "Nothing is wrong, Keiko. I'm just...thinking. That's all."
"Oh? What are you thinking about?"
"You."
"Eh?" Keiko pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it as if it were defective. Had Kurama really just said what she thought he'd said? Slowly putting the ear peice back to her ear, Keiko cleared her throat and spoke. "What did you just say?"
Kurama hoped against hope that he wasn't wrong about this. "You, Keiko. I was thinking about you. I was thinking about your hands, about your legs, about your face in a mask of ecstacy, about your fingers manipulating your body to a state of pleasure so intense that all you can do is writhe and moan the name of the person you dream about, Keiko. My name, Keiko."
Keiko was speechless. And for good reason! She simply could not believe what Kurama had just said. To her. "Oh," Was all she could manage to get her voice to say. Her body, however, was giving off a whole chorus of replies. Her nipples instantly hardened. Her core grew increasingly hot as that throbbing became almost painful, but not quite. Her breathing hitched, becoming a bit uneven as her heart raced. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Keiko tried to speak again. "Would you like that?"
Kurama's reply was heated and throaty. "Almost as much as you would, I'm sure Keiko." Kurama was still marvelling at the fact he could form words, much less complete sentences, as all the blood in his body had rushed downwards at Keiko's reply, making him wonder just what it was sustaining the need floodlood to his brain.
Keiko would have surely swooned if she weren't already lying on her bed. "Oh really," She said huskily, barely believing her own boldness. "Well... Then, what would have me do, Kurama?"
Kurama chuckled darkly, the sound foreign even to his own ears. "I would have you touch yourself, Keiko. Touch yourself while imagining my hands doing things to you that you've never even thought of doing to yourself. Think of it, Keiko. What I could do to you, what I could make you do to yourself..."
For a while, there was a long silence at the other end of the line, making Kurama tense with apprehension. Had he gone too far? Said too much? He was on the verge of apologizing profusely when, finally, the silence was broken as Keiko spoke again.

"Alright, I'll do it." She whispered huskily into the mouth piece, so low that Kurama barely caught her shocking words.
Thunk.

Keiko felt a satisfied smile spread across her face at the distinct sound of a phone being dropped. It was quickly followed by muffled curses as Kurama scrambled to pick up the phone that had apparently fallen from his grasp. There was a brief sound of fumbling on the other end before Kurama's voice reached her ears again.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Keiko fought to keep back her amused giggles. To think, she'd just shocked the normally calm, cool and collect Kurama. "I said, I'll do it." She repeated her earlier reply, a delightful shiver spreading throughout her body as another of his sexy growls followed.
"Keiko, are you sure about this?" Kurama asked huskily.
Keiko's tone became a bit more serious as she replied. "Kurama, you know me. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it, or want to. Besides, you started it. Are you sure?"
Kurama growled low, his dark emerald eyes flashing gold briefly as he whispered his answer. "Yes."
A small smile stole across Keiko's lips. "Good." She whispered, "Now, tell me what you want me to do."
A small shudder racked Kurama's body as a myraid of images flashed through his mind. He could just imagine Keiko lying under him, her eyes darkened with desire while she moaned out his name. "Take off your top." came the husky command. He waited expectantly, his heartrate speeding up as he heard the distinct sound of rustling cloth, indicating that Keiko was doing as he'd ordered. He waited for the sound to stop before continuing. "Now, skim your hand down your chest and stomach. then slide your hand back up and cup your left breast."

Keiko did as Kurama bade, letting her left hand travel down her bared torso, shivering as the softness of her own skin registered in her mind. She felt the heat pooling between her legs take on a distinctly scalding, but pleasurable sensation and moaned aloud as her hand completed its journey, coming to rest on her left breast.

Kurama could feel his blood heat up when the sound of Keiko's soft moan filtered over the phone. Closing his eyes to regain some control, he listened to Keiko comply, her breath hitching slightly over the phone. Kurama took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "Now, softly knead your breast with your hand."
Keiko gave a soft sigh, signifying that she was doing as told.

"Good, now slowly bring your thumb up and lightly brush it across your nipple." Kurama heard a light whimper, the sound sinking in, coursing a path directly to his groin. He groaned as he felt himself begin to harden.
Keiko could feel her temperature rise as she listened to Kurama's seductive instructions over the phone. She had never touched herself this way before. It was exciting, and hearing Kurama's soft, husky voice egging her on only served to double the erotic experience.
"Tell me how you feel, Keiko. I want to know everything. Every single emotion you feel, every time you touch yourself, every time you hear me speak; I want to know what it does to you." Kurama's sultry voice cut through her haze of self induced pleasure, bringing her back to reality with a jerk.

Keiko pondered over his reactions, and decided that she deserved the same actions from him. She laughed silkily, "Now, Kurama...surely you don't consider this arrangement to be fair?"
Kurama tensed, was she going to break their conversation off? In all honesty, he didn't know if he would be able to stand it if she did. "What do you mean, Keiko?"
Hearing the apprehension in his voice, Keiko immediately sought to soothe him. "I'm laying here, fondling myself for you, doing everything you tell me to...and you think I'll just sit back and let you get by with nothing? Come now, Kurama. You know me better than that."
She delighted in the shocked gasp she heard from the other end of the line, laughing at his reaction to her statement. She waited for him to compose himself enough to answer her.
'So, she wants to play does she? Well, we can certainly oblige, can't we Youko?' Youko chuckled sinfully. ~Indeed, Shuichi. Indeed we can...~ "How could I have ever imagined such a thing? I do know you better than that Keiko, though I still don't know you half as well as either of us should like. We'll have to...get together sometime and fix that little problem, won't we?"
Keiko felt as if her breath had been stolen from her momentarily. Had Kurama just propositioned her?! It had surely sounded like if from where she was standing... or rather, laying. She wondered briefly where all this playfulness had come from and why they were finding it so easy to talk to each other in such a way. Had she ever even thought of Kurama in a sexual way before? No, not really.

Well, there had been that one time when the gang had all went to the lake swimming and she, along with the other girls, had been treated to a good look at the four Reikai Tentei members shirtless. She remembered staring a bit longer than necessary at the toned sleekness of Kurama's body. His torso was a masterpiece, tightly corded muscle, yet not overly done. His long legs were equallly impressive. Strong calves and thighs made for making those graceful leaps and flips that his body had achieved during his fights in the Dark Tournament. For an instant in time, Keiko had actually wanted to splay her hands over those chisled pecs and feel the muscles twitch under her touch.
Blushing, Keiko broke herself out of the memory and brought her attention back to the conversation at hand. Did she, or did she not want to fix their little problem? It was tempting, she had to admit. A very exciting concept to say the least. Did she dare take that leap? 'Well, I am practically making out with him over the phone...' Keiko's blush deepened at that reminder. It was totally unheard of for her to be so bold and daring. But... in a way, it was also very liberating. She felt free. Free of her inhibitions. Of her issues with the current status, or non-status rather, of her love life. So, yes. Yes, she did think it a very nice idea to give Kurama a chance. After all, what girl in her right mind would say no to a tryst with a sexy red head such as Kurama?

Certainly not Keiko!
Her smile widened into one of pure mischief and playfullness. "Yes, Kurama. I do believe you're right. We need to fix that problem. Very soon."
Kurama smirked, plotting the times and locations he could get himself and Keiko alone in. "Well then, very soon it is. Now...have you ever brought yourself pleasure in this way before Keiko?"
Keiko felt the mischeviousness swell within her, an unknown voice in the back of her mind prompting her to say what she said next. "Have you ever touched yourself, Kurama?"
Kurama chuckled. Keiko was getting bolder by the minute. "Keiko, you know it's rude to answer a question with a question." He paused momentarily, before a smile came to his face. "But to answer you, yes I have. Many times, and usually while thinking of you, Why, does the thought intrigue you? Does it make you ache?"
Keiko's eyes drifted closed at his revelation, her left hand never having stopped its massaging motion on her breast. For a moment, she imagined that it was Kurama's hand there, toying with her hardened nub. Long, slender fingers, splayed across the pliant flesh as he kneaded it gently, yet firmly. She couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping her as she answered all his questions with one simple word.

"....yes."
Kurama never imagined that one simple word could ever have the power to take his breath, much less all of his good reason. Her throaty admittance had ingnited a fire in him that he hadn't previously known existed. The desire to touch himself was prominent, but he had always lived by the 'Do unto others' standard. He wouldn't do a thing until Keiko told him to. He whispered huskily, "What would you have me do, Keiko?"

To say Keiko was pleased by his response was putting it lightly. Inside, Keiko was mentally jumping for joy. 'Oh yay! The game continues!' That little voice, now constantly running commentary in the back of her mind stated gleefully. Keiko was beginning to suspect that the voice was none other than her common sense, making sure she came to her senses this time around and not waste time on childhood crushes blown out of proportion and instead, take the bull by the horns... or was it, take the kitsune by the... well, that was beside the point. Keiko knew exactly what she wanted Kurama to do first.
"Well, you remember that time we all went swimming out at the lake, right?" She asked softly.
"Yes, I remember that day quite vividly. Actually, I remember your swimsuit and the way you stared at me a bit more vividly than anything else."
Keiko laughed huskily. "Was I that obvious?"
"No, not all that obvious I don't think. I mean, I'm almost positive that no one else noticed, I just paid more attention to what you were doing than you were led to believe." Kurama chuckled.
"Hmm.." Keiko acknowledged the red head's statement and decided to make a revelation of her own. "Well then, just so you know, the reason that I was staring was because I really wanted to run my hands over your chest that day."
Kurama cleared his throat. "D-...did you really? Odd, I had been having the exact same thoughts about you..."
Keiko giggled. "Wow... I'm flattered, Kurama." She said, in awe that he had been thinking of her at all that day. "I mean, to think that we both... well, anyway, the reason I brought this up is... well, would you touch your chest for me? Kind of like the way I'm doing to mine right now?"
"Of course Keiko. Whatever you wish." Kurama's left hand ghosted up his side from where it had been lying prone at his side, sending pleasurable shivers up his spine. Starting at his collarbone, he traced a slow path up his jawline, bringing his fingers to his mouth. Lightly suckling on two of them, he instructed Keiko to do the same.

"Keiko...I want you to lightly trail your fingers up from your breasts until you reach your mouth. After that, take your index and middle fingers and suck on them slightly. Get them nice and wet for me, understand?"
"Yes, Kurama." Keiko obediently did as Kurama asked, slipping the two indicated fingers between her lips and began to suck, laving them lightly with her tongue.
"That's right, just do as I tell you..." Retracting his fingers from his mouth, Kurama once again trailed his own fingers down the graceful column of his neck and down to the sleek, muscled planes of his chest. Circling his right nipple with his still damp finger and delighting in the sensation of the coolness of his drying saliva on the sensitive area, he once again gave Keiko explicit instructions on how she should countinue.
Kurama moaned his instructions to Keiko, toying with his nipples all the while. "Now Keiko, trace your way back down to your breasts with the tips of your fingers. Can you feel the coolness of the air against your heated skin? How does it feel Keiko?"
Keiko whimpered in delight as she discovered that every word Kurama said was true. She could feel the cool air against her skin and it served to intensify the touch of her fingers. Breaths coming in deep pants by now, Keiko tried to describe what she was feeling, but in the end, all she could manage was a throaty moan in response to his question.
Shuddering at the sound of her moan, Kurama once again relayed to her what he wanted her to do. "Now, I want you to prop the phone between your shoulder and neck so that your other hand is free. Would you do that for me, Keiko?"
Keiko moaned a 'yes' as she did what Kurama said. Once both her hands were free, she asked, "Now what?"
Kurama chuckled darkly. "Now, dear Keiko, I want you to fulfill a fantasy for me. I want you to trace both of your hands down between the valley of your breasts... and then... then I want you to bring them up to cup those luscious mounds for me. Like I've been wanting to do for some time now."
Keiko hastily complied, doing as Kurama had commanded, in complete awe that Kurama had fantasies about her. "Okay." She moaned breathily. Anything that Kurama had dreamed up was bound to be a whole helluva lot more than just interesting.

Kurama smiled in carnal anticipation, knowing that Keiko would do whatever he bid her do. "Now, Keiko...flick your nipples with your thumbs. Now twist them. Make it rough, Keiko." He heard her moaning as she did so, pleasure with traces of pain from the roughness in her voice, "When this night is over, the line between pain and pleasure will be so blurred that you may never be able to distinguish between the two ever again."

Keiko gave a shuddered sigh as her mouth went dry with anticipation. Kurama's words had frightened her to an extent, but they still held an allure... one that she could not decline. "I would expect no less from you, Kurama." She whispered.
Kurama shivered in pleasure. His green eyes flashed gold as he replied. "Would you, Keiko? Well..." He chuckled darkly, "we do so hate to disappoint."
"Oh, I know you won't, Kurama," She whispered seductively, "But now, I believe it's my turn. What I want you to do, is to take your right hand and reach up behind your right ear. Lightly graze the skin there with your fingertips as you slowly slide them down and around the underside of your ear, brushing the skin softly as you move down the side of your neck with your fingers before bringing them up your chin to your lips." Keiko smiled, getting into the part and enjoying it emmensely. "Now, imagine that that is my lips upon your's, Kurama. Can you do that for me?"
Kurama did as she bade him, wishing that it truly was her lips upon his, but this was the next best thing. "Yes, I can." He replied, and did so.
Keiko listened to the soft sounds coming from Kurama on the other side of the line. Her body reacted to those sounds, driving her to become even bolder. Ever so slowly, Keiko's hand began to drift across and down her body, her fingertips sliding across her skin leisurely as she waited for Kurama's next command.
"Okay. Keiko? I want you to do something for me, alright? I need you to stop playing with your breasts for a little while. Will you do that for me Keiko?"
Keiko whimpered pitifully but did as Kurama asked, stopping her hand from its wandering. "Yes, Kurama."
Kurama smiled when he heard her whimper, thinking over all the things he could do to her to make her whimper again, though for a slightly different reason. "Good. Thank you. Now, Keiko, I need you to tell me something before we continue okay?"
Keiko nodded, forgetting for the moment that Kurama couldn't see her, before correcting herself and speaking up. "Okay. ?"
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