Fire Baby

FIRE BABY
cienne

Kurama watched as the slave masters groomed their herds of young and adults, each one hoping that the famous Youko would favor one of theirs. The silver haired Youko was getting bored. From his seat, he couldn’t see anyone worthy enough to catch his attention. He yawned, bored, and his action made the slave masters a little frantic. More and more were worried that they might leave empty handed after all.

A small carriage drove by earning looks of distaste from the early comers. Someone was yelling inside, tiny voices answered by a gruff command. The carriage rattled this way and that, and the shouting inside grew louder. A few minutes later, a cloaked figure went down, holding a squirming bundle in his arms. Faint sounds of crying could be heard from the carriage.

The cloaked man or woman looked around, searching until he or she saw Kurama. The figure threw his head back, revealing a round, pudgy face and a balding, shining head. Kurama realized it was Zalasta, one of he slave masters he favored since he usually brought the best bed slaves in all of Makai.

“There ya are, Youko,” he grinned, frowning when the bundle struggled against him. “Be still!” he snarled and shook it. The bundle kicked him.

Kurama almost laughed, but he was suddenly overcome with excitement. What kind of creature did Zalasta bring him? A pixie, perhaps? Kurama’s nose wrinkled. Not that he disliked pixies, but they were too small for him. Youkos were built big, and it wouldn’t do well if he hurt his sexual partner every time.

Zalasta was moving again, having managed to quiet down the bundle with a whispered warning that even Kurama didn’t hear. “I got a good one fer yeh,” he said, grinning proudly. “Had me a hard time catching these young ‘uns.”

Kurama laid back on his huge throne-like chair and raised an eyebrow. “If it’s worth it, I’ll pay you more.”

Zalasta nodded, greedy grin on his face. He signaled for some of the Youko’s man servants to bring a chair and some silk ropes.

Kurama tried to hide his excitement as the table was spread before him. The little bundle started struggling again, as if sensing what was about to happen.

“Quiet down, now…” Zalasta cooed, stroking and pushing down the wool sack. Spiky black hair came into view with a white star burst in the middle. Then a young, pale face was uncovered with ruby red eyes and pink lips. The red eyes were filled with hate as he glared at Kurama, then at Zalasta. “Where’s Kina, you bastard?”

“Is that the way to greet your new master, Hiei-kun?”

Hiei sniffed, ignoring Kurama. “No one’s my master. Bring me back to Kina or I’ll bite your hand off!” he snarled.

Kurama was taken. The elfin face, the creamy skin, the blushing cheeks. Kurama wanted to taste him right then and there! Zalasta noticed the hungry look on Kurama’s face and grinned, gently placing the koorime down on the table.

“He’s all yours, Youko.” Zalasta winked. “He’s a bit feisty, this one is. But, he can be trained. Hiei’s a virgin, mind ye. Never been kissed, never been touched and all that crap. Now where’s me money?” he asked, sweetly, rubbing his hands together.

Kurama remained sitting. One manservant handed Zalasta two bags of gold and he walked away, very happy with his earnings. He, himself, had thought of keeping the male koorime but decided against it. He would have his fun with the money, instead.

Other man servants began ushering the other slave masters away. Some others were putting up heavy curtains around the table where Hiei was. Kurama watched him, golden eyes narrowing in want. He licked his lips as Hiei pushed down the wool sack he was put in, revealing more creamy skin and a small body wrapped in dark silk.

The sound of moving carriages caught Hiei’s attention, and he tensed, about to jump down when vines caught his arms and legs, holding him down on the table. “Kina!” he screamed, red eyes wide with panic. “Kina!”

Kurama signaled to another manservant. “Zalasta must have this Kina. Bring her to me,” he ordered. And the manservant nodded and heard his other order in a dangerous whisper. "If Zalasta refuses, kill him."

“Where’s Kina?” Hiei demanded, struggling against his binds. “Let me go, you bastard, or I’ll bite your head off!”

Kurama stood up and went to the small table, intending to explore the little body. “I’ll get Kina for you,” he said, making Hiei pause and stare at him, suspiciously. “But I want you to do something for me,” Kurama murmured and sat by the table, caressing the silk-covered flat stomach.

Hiei tensed.

Kurama made cooing sounds as he gently undressed the koorime. “Let’s play, a little, and I’ll get Kina for you. Deal?” he asked.

Hiei watched as his stomach was bared. “You’ll get Kina from that bastard?” he asked, eyes wide and wanting to trust him.

Kurama smiled, liking the creamy skin he uncovered. “Of course. That’s what I said didn’t I? If you stay still and play the game with me, I’ll get Kina for you. You like that?”

Hiei nodded. Kurama’s golden eyes glinted, and he smiled. His hands looked even bigger on Hiei. One finger drew circles on Hiei’s belly button, making the child tense. Then, gently, Kurama eased the silk cloth off the petite body, uncovering pink nipples on a slightly raised chest.

“Ah,” Kurama whispered. “A hermaphrodite… interesting.” Hiei jumped, tickled, as Kurama’s fingers played with his nipples, rubbing circles on one them before pinching them lightly with his fingertips. “Lovely…” Kurama said.

The Youko bent down, then Hiei’s back arched as Kurama’s tongue licked and lapped at his nipples. Teeth nibbled and squeezed them, making his tits turn red from its pretty pink color.

“It hurts…” Hiei whined.

Kurama chuckled and completely took off the dark silk, leaving Hiei’s body bare to him. He loved what he saw, from the creamy pale skin to the small pink, still developing penis between the soft legs, the gentle curve of the hips and the tight, smooth ass.

“Pretty baby…” Kurama murmured, mouth opening and gently teasing the soft penis with his tongue.

Hiei’s breathing grew labored. “What kind of game is this?”

“A game you’ll grow to love, pretty baby,” he whispered and began licking the tiny slit. His eyebrows knotted when he failed to taste any precum and realized that the koorime may be younger than he expected. But that didn’t faze him; his cock was straining against his silk pants, and he wanted desperately to fuck the koorime until he bled.

Gently, he moved the koorime to lie on his stomach and made the young one spread his legs. The child’s puckered pink hole remained close.

“A virgin…. hmmmm. You’ll be so tight once I get to fuck you, little one.” he whispered, tracing the pink hole with a fingertip.

Hiei wriggled, tickled, and gasped as a finger pushed up his ass. “Nah…!”

Kurama’s cock twitched even more. He hissed at the heat and the tightness around his finger. How better it would feel if it was around his cock! Kurama continued finger fucking him. In, out, in, out. His fingers easily slipped in and out while Hiei’s breathing grew faster. Red dusted his cheeks, small breaths escaping his lips. Not taking his finger out of the tiny hole, he freed his erection, hearing Hiei’s gasp. Kurama smirked. Of course the koorime would be surprised; he was almost ten times bigger than the child. Already, his cock was smeared with precum.

“Like what you see?” he murmured and pulled the koorime to face him, his fingers never ceasing their fucking motion inside the little one’s tight ass.

He bent down to kiss the koorime. Hiei’s lips parted in a gasp as Kurama’s finger found his prostate. His mouth remained open while Kurama’s tongue explored his mouth and tasted his sweetness. After awhile, Hiei pulled away, gasping for breath.

Kurama chuckled then aimed his cock at Hiei’s lips. Ruby eyes stared at him in mingled ecstasy and confusion. “Lick it. You want candy, don’t you?”

Hiei nodded. A tiny pink tongue lapped at Kurama’s cock. The Youko hissed in pressure. His free hand went to the back of the child’s head pushing it down. Hiei’s mouth was too small, only able to take the head of Kurama’s cock, but it would be enough for the Youko, for now. Gently, he started a rocking motion, pushing his finger in and out of the boy’s hole and letting the small mouth bring him pleasure.

A moment later and the boy had a dry orgasm, shuddering against Kurama’s finger. Then the Youko grabbed his cock, jacking himself off while Hiei continued sucking him, and he spurted globs of pearly white cream into Hiei’s throat, grinning as some of it dribbled down Hiei’s chin. The child pulled away, coughing and Kurama held his chin and spurted more of his seed on the child’s face.

“Pretty baby…” he murmured, watching as Hiei looked up at him with cum on his face.

“Where’s Kina…?” he asked then yawned.

Kurama traced the pouty lips and bent down to kiss him, tasting himself. “You’ll see her later. For now, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

Hiei nodded, too tired to argue. Kurama started pulling his finger out of Hiei, but the child tensed and grabbed his hand. “Don’t…” he wailed, pushing Kurama’s finger inside him again.

The Youko was surprised but chuckled in delight. Gently, he began the in and out motion again while carrying Hiei to his chambers. The child relaxed, his hands still having Kurama’s captive to make sure he didn’t pull his finger out, and drifted off to sleep.

Kurama grinned. He was sure he was going to have the best time teaching Hiei. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.


TBC...
(In other words, author too lazy...)

Thanks to Boss-chan (aka DarkLight) for beta-ing.