Bishies: Heaven or Hell?

^-^ ‘Ello! This is Ali here, with the Heaven chapter. I’m one half of the Smut Queens, and hopefully my chapters will live up to my partner’s. (As we all know she’s the better here!) Anyway, I’m happy that you decided to come to Heaven, as we have plenty of delicious Bishies to assuage your sexual appetites. Since this is the intro chapter we have a lot of basic things to cover, so try to bear with me, but I’ll try and stick a lemon in here, okay?

Nightshade: Yes, well, we will not take too long with this intro, but I do need to get the disclaimer out of the way.

Ali: Oh, please dearest. Go right ahead.

Nightshade: Ali does not own Yu Yu Hakusho, InuYasha, or Rurouni Kenshin, but she does own any OC’s you may see, so do not steal. Oh, and the idea for the messenger of Heaven came from Jasmine-chan, so thanks goes to her if you like the role.

Ali: Thank you, love. For those of you who aren’t familiar with my fics, this is my muse,

Nightshade. She’s an actual character, from the comics Shadow Reavers. There’s a pic of her on my profile, and she’s quite beautiful. You’ll be seeing a lot of her, as she’s never far from my side.

Nightshade: It is mostly because I love you so.

Ali: *holds her close* As I you, love. Now, shall we start?

Nightshade: Of course. Oh, wait Ali. You didn’t explain your writing.

Ali: ^^; Yes, I knew that. Was just testing you.

Nightshade:…Right.

Ali: Here’s my writing style, though it’s really easy to follow.

“Talking”
‘Thinking’
(Insertion things here, like your name, hair/eye color, etc)
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~*~ Change in Time, Place, or POV ~*~

Both: Enjoy!

~*~*~*~ Heaven’s Newest Goddess ~*~*~*~

“BITCH!” The sound of glass shattering filled the quiet halls of Heaven. It was followed by many more curses strung together in rapid fire, along with more shattering glass. Shaking his head, Atlan moved with purpose towards the direction of the screaming, intent on bringing an end to it. As the messenger of Heaven, he was responsible for keeping his Goddess informed. Especially if the Goddess that was second in command was intent on destroying everything in her blinding rage. His white eyes narrowed as the screaming increased, his jaw clenching in carefully checked anger. At 6 foot 5 Atlan was tall even for an angel; his feathery white wings were massive. His long silver hair was braided and hung down his back, giving him a regal appearance. Despite his arrogant personality he was very kind and gentle to those whom he has given his allegiance to. That did not, however, apply to the feisty hellcat that lay just behind the closed door.

“Emma.” Atlan didn’t bother to knock, simply opened the door and stepped into the disheveled room. It looked like a cyclone had blown through; clothes were strewn along the floor, glass was decorating even the sheets on the canopy bed. Levitating above all the destruction was the cause, otherwise known as Emma. She glared down at him, her cobalt blue eyes hard and cold. Her thin lips were twisted in a scowl, her short ice blonde hair framing her face. Emma could be considered pretty except for the fact that she rarely smiled. The reason? She was rarely pleased with anything.

“How DARE you enter my bedchamber without my permission?” Emma spat at him, her anger almost a tangible thing. The air fairly cracked with electricity, but Atlan paid it no mind. He merely gazed up at her with a smirk twisting his lips.

“I could ask you how dare you destroy what does not fully belong to you?”

“You have your nerve. This room is mine!”

“Correction: This palace belongs to your Goddess. Therefore, this room and all of its possessions, save for your clothing, belong to her.” Atlan glanced at the many shattered figurines that peppered the floor. “Forgive me. Belonged.”

“You would do well to hold your tongue, angel. I bow to no one, and this ‘Goddess’ is not mine. I am my own ruler.” Emma snapped.

“Need I remind you of the Gods’ decree? Aoin himself blessed your Goddess. This is her realm. You are beneath her. She rules you.” Atlan knew that he shouldn’t be provoking her like this. For all accounts and purposes as an angel he was beneath her, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it. And he didn’t.

“…Get OUT! I have no need of you and I tire of you being in my sight.” Atlan smirked at her tone. She sounded like a petulant brat who was demanding to get her way.

“I will not leave just yet. I came here for a reason.”

“Out with it then!”

“She comes, your Goddess. We are meeting in the council room to welcome her. You shall be there.” Atlan didn’t make it a question, it was a statement. Her eyes, if it was possible, narrowed even more. She didn’t take to being bossed around, especially by one she deemed of a lower standing.

“I shall be here, where I decreed I shall be.”

“Emma. You are not Goddess of Heaven. You were not chosen by the Gods for this honor and you are lucky to even be in this palace at all. If it weren’t for the kindness of-”

“Be silent!” Emma snapped, unwilling to allow Atlan to speak her name. “I do not know why the Gods chose her but I do not have to like it and I will NOT bow to her.”

“If you do not like what is, take it up with Aoin.”

“You know as well as I do that no one sees him. Ever.”

“I would say that means you’re screwed then, hm?” Atlan couldn’t help that comment; it slipped before he could censor himself. Her eyes widened in shock, and he found himself chuckling inwardly.

“I do believe that was inappropriate to say while in these halls, do you not, Atlan?”

“Let us not forget who was yelling obscenities not moments ago.” Atlan reminded her. She was prepared for another outburst but he held up a hand. “Clean up this mess and put on something presentable. She comes now.”

“This is presentable.” Emma replied, glancing down at her outfit. It was a short white dress that hugged her thin body like a second skin. It was a V-neck that dipped low into her modest cleavage, and it was backless. On anyone else the dress would have been beautiful, but on her it merely appeared as though she was trying too hard to be pretty. Atlan refrained from saying so and figured that he was pressing his luck as it was.

“Very well. This will be cleaned up?” He asked, and didn’t wait for a response. “You will be there when she arrives, so I would hurry.”

Emma watched as he spun and walked away, tempted to wrench the sword from his hip and plunge it into his heart. Who did that angel think he was? Despite the fact that Emma wasn’t the Goddess of Heaven, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t warranted respect. She should have fried him on the spot for looking at her with such disdain written all over his face. Turning from the door she gave it a mental push and slammed it shut before surveying the damage in her room. She smiled almost evilly at the messy interior. No, she wouldn’t clean it. To hell with this mess and to hell with her ‘Goddess’. Soon enough she would be Goddess of Heaven, and she would be nothing but a distant memory. Nodding to herself, Emma lowered herself to the floor, careful of the glass. Now, where was that sword…?

~*~ Council Room ~*~

Atlan entered the grand room silently, watching as the inhabitants immediately fell silent. Their many eyes followed him as he moved about the room, and he pointedly ignored all of them. New inhabitants to Heaven could be such bothers. Either they were entirely too cocky because they’d made it here, or they were so scared of doing something wrong they hardly spoke. Both were equally annoying and Atlan was glad he wasn’t ruling over this place. It was bad enough being messenger. Seating himself on his own personal throne that resided next to his Goddess’, Atlan waited patiently. After all, being centuries old sort of eliminated impatience. Time was a formality at best. Silence lapsed in the room for a moment before a throat was cleared rather loudly. Atlan turned to the man.

“Speak, mortal.”

“Who are we waiting for?” Atlan blinked for a moment; sure that he had explained this. At least a half dozen times. Shaking his head slightly at the dark-haired teen, Atlan rested his head on his hand. {A.N. Please tell me you know who asked that dumb ass question…}

“I am quite sure I explained this to you?”

“Probably. I also probably wasn’t listening.” Shaking his head and heaving a great sigh, the angel locked eyes with him.

“Your Goddess comes now.”

“My Goddess?”

“You did not think I ruled over Heaven, now, did you?” At this, the teen snorted.

“Hardly.” Eyes narrowing, Atlan felt his spine stiffen.

“Be silent. You will show her the utmost respect.” Atlan’s eyes roamed all of the men and demons. “All of you.”

There were murmurs of concession and it put Atlan more at ease, though he was still decidedly nervous. Where in the seven hells was Emma? Shaking his head, he felt foolish. Should have known that Emma wouldn’t show. Or she would be late and arrive after her Goddess. Why had the Gods chosen her for anything? She wasn’t even fit to go serve in hell, but here she was, in this palace, where she would do more harm than good. Maybe Atlan would have to request council with Aoin and the rest of the Gods and speak to them. There had to be some mistake.

Suddenly the whole aura of the palace changed and Atlan sat up. She was here! Turning to the men and demons seated to his left, Atlan motioned the door with his head.

“She will come in and you will drop to one knee and bow. It is respectful.”

“I bow to no one.” This time it was a silver haired hanyou that spoke up, and Atlan glared at him.

“You have no choice. Do it or I shall make you.” He growled but didn’t say anything more. Grateful that no one else saw fit to speak up; Atlan rose and moved closer to the door. After a few moments the double doors swung open slowly and in walked the Goddess of Heaven in all of her beautiful glory. Gentle (color) eyes surveyed the interior of the room, passed over each and every face and memorized all of them. Long (color) hair swirled around her svelte body gracefully, adding to her ethereal appearance. {A.N. I’m sorry if you have short hair but it works for this fic. I may change that later on.} She was wrapped in the finest of silk, her body all soft curves that begged to be explored. Dainty bare feet didn’t touch the ground; she literally floated an inch or two above the floor. Light radiated from her form, illuminating the room even more and hinting to her standing as a Light Goddess. All in all, she was breathtaking.

Atlan dropped to one knee, bowing his head in the customary show of respect. The men and demons in the room stood and then dropped to their knees, though their heads weren’t bowed. They were unable to tear their eyes from her. She smiled at all of them, coming more fully into the room, pausing in front of Atlan’s bowed form. Reaching down she took his chin in her hand, raising his head.

“Rise, Atlan. There is no need to bow.” Her voice flowed over his skin like the silk of her clothes and he resisted the urge to shudder. His eyes met hers and he felt himself smiling at her as he rose to his feet. He towered over her form but her stature was carried in her posture and the way she held herself, and so she seemed taller. Turning towards those who were now her subjects, she addressed them with a friendly smile.

“Greetings and welcome to your new home. I am (Y.N.), the Goddess of this realm.” You could hardly believe your eyes. These men and demons were yours?! This was definitely going to be a lot more fun than you had previously thought.

“Greetings, Goddess.” They spoke as one, and you frowned. This would simply not do. Where were their personalities? You wanted them to be free to express themselves; being robots was no fun at all! Aside from that, all these formalities were making you feel old.

“I have a grand idea! Why don’t we all go around and introduce ourselves? I am assuming you have all had time to meet each other and for that I’m slightly jealous. No matter, I’m a fast learner, I promise.” You said, starting with the man closest to you. He had piercing brown eyes and the most interesting hair that spiked up except for a few strands that fell over his forehead. He smirked at you, winking. {A.N. Just wanted to say, these introductions aren’t going to be very exciting but they’re necessary so bear with me, yes?}

“Guess that’s me, huh? The name’s Sagara, Sanosuke.”

“My greetings, Sagara, Sanosuke.” You replied, bowing slightly at him. Next to him was a redhead with a cross like scar on his cheek and the prettiest lavender eyes. His long hair was pulled back from his face at the nape of his neck, giving him a soft appearance.

“Greetings, Goddess. I am Himura, Kenshin.” You nodded, already knowing.

“I know of you, wanderer. Many a dead soul speak of you.” You replied, and his eyes widened.

“They do?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Very loudly, actually. No worries though. We pay them no mind. My greetings, welcome to Heaven.” You said and he nodded, but you sensed something. He was radiating disbelief, as though he thought he was in the wrong place. You would have to address that later. Next on the list was a blue eyed teen with short dark brown hair and a kind smile.

“Greetings, young mortal.”

“Same to you, Goddess. I am called Akitoki, Hojo.” Even his voice was soft and kind, and you could tell that he had been EXTRA good his entire life. {A.N. For those of you who are like me and had a total relapse and forgot who this was, it’s Kagome’s little boy toy from the present, who’s always bringing her things to make her feel better. He never gets any love and he’s a nice guy so I figured I’d show him some love.}

“Many welcomes to Heaven.” You told him, touching his shoulder lightly. He beamed under your greeting, and you moved to the next. He was apparently a demon, with a distinctly wolfish grin accompanied with light blue eyes. Fangs gleamed off the light as he regarded you with a smirk.

“Many greetings, Goddess. I am Kouga, of the wolf demon tribe.” A snort sounded from his right, and you swung your gaze to the hanyou.

“The extinct wolf demon tribe, if I might add.”

“Bite my ass, dog-boy!” Atlan’s face flushed crimson; did demons HAVE no shame?!

“I don’t want any of your diseases, ya mangy wolf!”

“We’re dead you dumb ass, we don’t have diseases.” Kouga shot back, and Atlan strode forward, intent on putting an end to the ridiculous feud. You, however, stopped him cold by laughing. It was like a cool breeze on a summer day and all stopped to listen for more. What sounded like tinkling bells resounded even as your laughter subsided.

“My my the two of you are quite the rambunctious types, aren’t you?” You asked, not expecting an answer. You turned to the hanyou. “And you?”

“I’m InuYasha.”

“Just InuYasha?” You queried, and he cocked a brow.

“I’m not leader of a tribe or anything. I’m just me.” You grinned.

“Just you. I like that. Greetings, just InuYasha.” You poked fun at him and his smirk widened. Next to him was a truly striking male with emerald eyes and flame red hair that resembled a rose. {A.N. I give you three guesses who that is and the first two don’t count…Oh, and for the record, I’m going to call Kurama by his human name, as Youko is no longer a part of him. He’s in hell, if you didn’t know.}

“And greetings to you, my dear.” You said, nodding your head at him. He gave you a soft smile that lit his eyes up and nodded.

“As well to you, Goddess. I am known as Minamino, Shuuichi.” He spoke with soft, deliberate tones, as if he weighed each word before he spoke. He was of obvious intelligence and you knew that he’d prove to be a lot of fun to share conversation with.

“I extend my welcome to Heaven.” You replied, moving on to the next male. While he was decidedly not the sexiest of the males, he had a kind air about him and the smile he gave you was genuine. His brown eyes were soft and his orange hair reflected the light off the gossamer strands. {A.N. I don’t want any shit about having him in here. He’s a nice guy!}

“Greetings to you, mortal.”

“And to you, beautiful Goddess. I am Kuwabara, Kazuma, but you can just call me Kuwabara. Everyone else does.”

“’Cept for Hiei. To him you were Kuwabaka.” Quipped the black haired teen next to him. Kazuma flushed crimson.

“That’s why the shrimp’s in hell and I’m up here!” Turning back to you, Kazuma tried valiantly to quell his blush.

“I can see that the two of you are acquainted?” You asked, and Kazuma nodded.
“Yeah, that’s my best friend, Yusuke. I don’t know how he ended up here.”

“You don’t send people this damn good-looking to hell, that’s why. Of course, that doesn’t explain why you’re here.” Yusuke replied dryly, and then gave you what appeared to be a lecherous smirk. “It’s Urameshi, Yusuke, babe.”

“You do not refer to the Goddess of Heaven as ‘babe’.” Atlan scolded, but you blushed prettily.

“It’s quite all right Atlan. I’m sort of tired of all the formalities anyway.” You replied, stepping back and indicating that they should all rise. You raised your arms to indicate the palace as a whole. “All of you have my deepest welcomes to Heaven, and I-”

You were cut short as the doors to the grand hall were thrown open with a bang. Turning, you watched with narrowed eyes as Emma waltzed into the room, a large sword on her hip. Her eyes locked with yours and you could feel the malice radiating off her. Atlan, on impulse, positioned himself more in front of you, and the men at your backs went on the guard, though they could do very little against a Goddess. They were more or less powerless, bodies without the edification of their powers from when they were alive.

“I must apologize for being a tad late, (Y.N.).” Emma spoke with fake concern, as if she was really worried that you were upset with her. Your smile didn’t fade; instead you turned up the wattage.

“Oh, it’s quite all right my dear. I am sure you had plenty of pressing issues to attend to. I would be utterly lost without you to take care of the minute details.” You replied sweetly, though it was quite apparent that your voice carried venom. If Emma wanted a battle of wills, she would get one. Of course, if the sword was any indication, that wasn’t the only battle she wanted to have.

“I do my best to please you, Goddess.” The way Emma said Goddess stiffened your spine and you were tempted to put her in her place in front of all of them, but decided to be nice…For now.

“All formalities aside, Emma, I must inquire as to something.” You spoke with more authority than you probably should have, but you didn’t feel like dealing with her and pulling rank was the easiest way to do that.

“Inquire away.”

“Would you be so kind as to go to Hell?” Snickers resounded from behind you and you couldn’t help but smile. “I mean, of course, to do something for me.”

“I’m sure that’s exactly what you meant.” Emma’s face flushed crimson; she didn’t like that comment at all.

“Yes, well, forgive my slip of words but I need you to take something to the Goddess of Hell for me.”

“That’s what he’s for.” Emma snapped, gesturing to Atlan, who merely watched her with his fathomless eyes.

“Perhaps. But I have need of him here.” You weren’t going to relent, you wanted her out of your hair. You had some men and demons to get better acquainted with and couldn’t do that watching over your shoulder.

“What is it?” Emma bit out, angry that she was being used like some lowly spirit or angel. You smiled sweetly and gestured her to follow you out of the room.

“Atlan, please show the gentlemen to their rooms. I will be around later to make sure everyone is settled.” You called over your shoulder.

“Yes, Goddess.” With that you led Emma from the room, closing the doors behind the two of you. Once in the hall you dropped the kind smile and turned to her slowly.

“You will do well to hold your tongue around me, Emma. I am your better and if I feel even for a moment you are out of line, I will put you back in your place.” You jerked your head towards the door. “Even in front of them.”

“(Y.N.), I do not appreciate you asking me to do this meaningless errand.” Emma decided to try and change tactics; she wasn’t ready to take you head-on yet. The sword was purely for show, at least at the moment.

“It is not meaningless. It is a parchment with the list of my new inhabitants, as she requested. Is your sister not down there, serving under her?” You asked, watching the petite blonde nod sullenly.

“Yes.”

“Then think of it as a chance to visit.” Starting off down the hall in a flurry of movement you motioned for her to follow. “Try to keep up please Emma, I have things to do.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You ignored the sarcasm in her voice in favor of immersing yourself in your thoughts. You hadn’t really stopped to think of what you had undertaken as of yet, but now the weight of it was starting to sink in. Despite the fact that you were almost a thousand years old you were still young by the Gods standards. You didn’t know why they had chosen you but you weren’t one to look Fate in the eye and refuse her gifts. Especially since she was part of the council that had chosen you. Now all of this, these halls, the men that lived here, all of it was yours. What’s a Goddess to do but enjoy herself? Maybe the men wouldn’t mind a rousing good time either…

“(Y.N.)!” Emma snapped, drawing you out of your thoughts. You scowled at her, meeting her flashing eyes.

“Yes?”

“Where is this parchment?” You looked around and realized you had entered the library and smiled. Even though you were lost in your own world, your feet had known where to take you. You moved through the shelves and shelves of books towards the far east end, where you had finished the parchment. The Goddess of Hell sent you a list of her inhabitants and had asked that you do the same. Wanting no ill-will with her you had prepared the list and a little present for her. Coming over to the table where you left the items, you picked them up, handing them to Emma.

“The parchment is sealed with my magic; do not be nosy and try to read it. The gift is also laced with my magic. It goes to her, Emma. Do not do any tampering.” You instructed, and she snatched the items, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, yes, yes. I understand. Anything else?” You smiled sweetly.

“Tell Anna I said hello.” Emma all but growled at that; knowing you meant nothing nice by that statement. Her twin, Anna, was a demonic Goddess, with scaly black wings and hair. The two looked nothing alike but were close as could be. And both had plans to overthrow their respective Goddess’. Maybe this trip to hell wasn’t such a bad idea? They could compare ideas, at least.

“I will do so.” Emma spun on her heel and left, and you stared after her, shaking your head. When would that girl learn? You weren’t a fledgling; you knew she had plans to take you down. Let her try. You were mighty in your own right. After all, the Gods hadn’t hand-picked you for no reason. Turning back to the desk you straightened the parchment paper when a whisper of movement caught your attention. Not bothering to turn you spoke.

“Skulking around the library, are we?” Stepping from behind one of the shelves, Yusuke smirked at you.

“Can’t blame me for being curious.”

“You are correct about that, but I can damn you for it.” You replied playfully, giving him a smile. Your eyes locked and you smirked. For a teen he was built rather nicely, even in the modest clothes he wore you could see the outline of his defined chest muscles and his biceps. Forcing your mind from those rather unholy thoughts, you reasoned that it was entirely too early to be thinking of making your men feel…Welcome.

Yusuke watched you with mild amusement, his eyes lingering on the contours of your face. ‘They sure know how to build them in Heaven…’ He thought to himself, roaming your body with his eyes unabashedly. Your curves called to him, and who was he to deny what his body wants? When you first came through the door Yusuke knew that he had to taste you, to kiss you. What better time than now, when he had you all to himself? Deciding to press his luck, he moved closer to you.

“Can you damn me for this?” Yusuke questioned, spinning you so that your chest was pressed tightly against his. You stared up with mild shock into his eyes. You weren’t an idiot; he was radiating lust so this move wasn’t altogether a surprise. However, you weren’t expecting him to be so bold with it. And you also weren’t expecting the kiss that was pressed against your lips. Leaning into his touch you arched your silken form against him, sliding one thigh against the crotch of his pants. You played for keeps, and this brazen teen would learn that the hard way. He groaned softly into your mouth, pressing you tighter against him.

“I can and should…” You murmured against his lips, nipping them gently before pulling away. “But where is the fun in that?”

“Come here.” Yusuke almost growled out, not liking the fact that you got out of his grasp so quickly. That kiss was too quick and he was horny as all hell. You looked at him over your shoulder, eyebrows arched.

“Beg pardon? Do not order me around, boy.” You looked down at his lap, smirking. “Especially when I am the only one here that can take care of that problem.”

Yusuke shook his head. You had spunk, that was for sure. That sweet smile sure hid the sex kitten beneath. He leaned against the desk, watching your legs through the slit in your dress. There was something altogether too sexy about the way a woman’s muscles rippled in her calves as she moved, or the way the arch in her foot accented the graceful curve of her ankle. {A.N. I don’t EVEN want to hear it, Jazzy…}

“You’ve got a mouth on you.” Yusuke said. A smirk graced your lips as you moved around the desk, placing it directly in between the two of you. You locked eyes with him, his own starting to smoke over with lust.

“A mouth you wish to ravish, I am sure.” Yusuke nodded.

“I do. Come here and let me.” You motioned with a finger towards him.

“If you want me so badly, come and claim me.” That was all the challenge Yusuke needed and he moved around the desk, coming up to pin you beneath him. You anticipated and leapt up onto the desk, sitting so that he couldn’t completely pin you. Nevertheless he moved between your legs, sliding the dress up your thighs to press insistently against you. The heat from your moist sex nearly drove him insane as he moved against you, the bulge in his pants becoming more and more apparent. His lips ghosted over your neck as your head tipped back, your arms moving back to support your weight and some of his as he leaned against you.

“Look at me.” He all but demanded and you complied. His lips immediately found yours, his kiss dominating and hungry. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped and he took advantage of your parted lips and drew his tongue along the crease before dipping in to taste the sweet escape of your mouth. Your body shuddered as he drew his tongue along your inner cheek. How long had it been since you’d been with someone? Entirely too long, if you were throwing yourself into the first pair of strong arms that came along.Of course, there was nothing wrong with these arms…Deciding to throw caution to the wind and go with it, you hitched up your dress a bit more and wrapped a leg around his waist, pressing him more firmly against you.

Yusuke released a groan at the feel of you, so soft and supple under his hard body. At this point it didn’t even matter if he got sent to hell, he could be damned and be happy about it. He couldn’t seem to pull away from you, even as the need for air became prominent. {A.N. Yes, they’re dead but they are basically still alive, just in Heaven…You aren’t making out with a ghost, okay people? It’s fiction, use your bloody imaginations.}

“Yusuke…” You murmured his name against his lips before pressing another soft kiss to them.

“(Y.N.)…I want you. Badly. Right now.” He replied, nibbling on your lower lip gently. You locked eyes with him.

“Then what’s stopping you?” You questioned and he grinned. That mouth was going to get you into trouble...And Yusuke decided that he wouldn’t mind giving you the proper punishment. His hands found the back of your dress and pulled on the ribbons that held the corset up. As they pulled free Yusuke could hardly wait to reveal the creamy breasts that lay just beyond his grasp. You were going to be his undoing, of that he was sure. Yusuke pressed a kiss to the swell of your left breast, his breath warm on your skin.

“So beautiful…” He murmured and you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped from your lips at the feel of his tongue as it blazed a fiery trail to your collarbone. Was it wrong to be enjoying this so much? You sure didn’t know, but you hoped that this wasn’t forbidden here. Truly, it didn’t matter. You ruled over this realm, and if you wanted this, then dammit you were going to have it! As Yusuke’s hand slipped the top of your dress lower you gave yourself into him, and knew that he wouldn’t disappoint…

~*~ Fin ~*~

Ali: *evil cackle* I am such a mean person, I know. Sorry to leave you hanging but I have to keep you hungry and coming back for more! I’m sorry if you think that you’re moving too fast with them considering the fact that you just met them, but it’s kinda just how it is. I may just be a tart, but if I was in heaven with all those hot, sexy men, I’d be doing this, so you are.

Nightshade: Now, all of you know what to do! The review button is just below this and it would be lovely if you left a little something to encourage the next chapter. I’m sure Ali would be much obliged to write a lemon for that chapter if you’re kind enough to her.

Ali: *nods* I’d love some feedback. Do you like where this is going? What about Emma, do you like her? Atlan? Let me know ladies, this is a CYOA! Oh, if you read Jazzy’s chapter I must insist that you leave her a review. I know for a fact that she worked hard on her chapter and deserves to know it.

Nightshade: Until next time, we bid you adieu.

Ali: ^-^ Take care ladies!