The Consequences of Power

Warning: Consider yourself warned.

Disclaimer: You get the point, right?

Side note: To fans of my other work, Blind Pain, a word: While I’m thinking about it, the previously promised work, Frozen Memories, has encountered a writer’s block about three city blocks wide. Until then, I hope this entertains you! ^_^

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Hiei stepped out of the bathroom and peered cautiously about. The apartment was silent now that Kurama was gone. She stepped into Kurama’s bedroom, taking in the details. It was a nice, neat room, albeit a bit dark. The walls were a deep burnt yellow-orange. There was a desk with a dark box on it, and a quietly whirring box underneath. The bed was a king, with red and silver silk bedding. There was a rather large piece of furniture with lots of compartments in it, covered in pictures and random papers. Shseenseen something of this sort before at Kurama’s human mother’s house. The fox had kept clothing in it. There was a large walk in room left open adjacent that was lined completely with hanging articles of clothing. She let the towel drop to the floor and went to the dresser, pulling open a drawer and poking through it curiously. It was full of undergarments of every sort. She knew they would be of no help. She started pulling open the other drawers, and was surprised at the orderly manner in which it was all tucked away. There was a drawer for each; silk bottoms, silk tops, pants, and shirts.

The most interesting drawer was the bottom right drawer. One side was full of strange skin-like apparatuses; most of them in the shape of cocks. There was a strange one with rabbit ears poking from it, and small beads in the center. She blinked, confused by these. The other side was full of bottles of varying liquids, tins of sweet smelling ointments of some sort, rolls of square pieces of foil, and a box full of unusually fresh rose petals. Of course, she understood the rose petals. Kurama had obviously worked his plant magic on them, and cherished them as his favorite. That was obviously why they were there.

She pulled out a set of silk pants and a silk button up shirt, both slightly transparent and black. Setting them out on the bed to inspect them, she ran her hands wonderingly over the silky clothing. They would do, she decided, pulling on the pants and sighing with pleasure. They were far too long, so she rolled them up and grabbed a couple of straight pins off of Kurama’s dresser, pinning them up. She smiled at her sly mind. This way she wouldn’t ruin them! She picked up the shirt and didn’t bother to unbutton it, instead simply slipping the large thing over her head and wriggling her shoulders to settle it. She purred softly as the silk settled over her breasts, bringing a strange tingle to her skin. Perhaps they were worth having—maybe.

She walked into the walk-in closet, peering about curiously. In here was every manner of dress clothing. Khakis, dress shirts, suits, and tuxedos were all precisely organized. There were no interesting boxes or drawers in there, so she left shortly, headed for the kitchen.

She strode around curiously, poking at random gadgets as she went. A tall whirring box stood to one side of the kitchen, and she pulled it open. A brisk draft of air assaulted her as she peered at the shelves full of food. Two of the shelves contained nothing but varying bottles of liquid. She was thirsty, so she grabbed one. She also grabbed a long green piece of human food before closing the door. She pulled open the next and immediately shut it again as a frigid blast of air rushed out, assailing her nipples, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

“Stop that!” She addressed her nipples irritatedly, wishing she knew what secret trick there was to calming them down. She massaged one briefly with the hand holding the cold bottle. Stifling a moan at the sensation, she decided that helped nothing. She pulled herself onto a counter and set the green food down, concentrating on the bottle. She tried pulling the top off to no avail. She tapped the top on the counter’s edge, trying to loosen it. Frustrated, she looked around until she found a knife and tried prying the thing off. It flew up and fell with a light clatter to the ground. The liquid foamed up and shot up, causing her to drop the bottle and cover her head as it attacked her. She finally decided it was safe and peeked at the bottle on the floor, spilling brown liquid everywhere. Kurama would not like that, she decided before walking into his bedroom, retrieving her towel, and dropping it on top of the spill. She picked up the bottle and sniffed it, wrinkling her nose. It didn’t smell that great, she decided. Lifting it to her lips, she took a cautious sip. Although it tasted fairly bad, it sent a strangely warm sensation through her body, so she held on to the bottle. She picked up the green object and sniffed it. No smell emitted from it. She took a nibble and spat it back out. It tasted like wax! She noticed, though, that the inside looked different, and braved another bite of the green food, grinning at the cool refreshing taste. She started to crunch away happily at it, spitting out the peel as she went. When she was done, she grabbed her drink and headed for the living room, leaving a nice neat pile of chewed up peels, deciding Kurama would know best where to put it.

The living room was large and dull. The walls were white, the carpet a light gray. The couch was a nice proper solid black. There was a large glass fronted box on a strange stand, with all kinds of small rectangular boxes beneath. Two tall boxes were on either side of the stand, like silent guards. She noticed that there were tons of tiny buttons adorning the boxes, some that were lit up, and couldn’t resist but to poke a few. She hit one and nothing happened. She tried a few more, and suddenly one of the boxes produced a small disk. She hurriedly pushed it, trying to put it back. Kurama wouldn’t like her moving all of his stuff. When the disk entered, the guardian boxes suddenly started emitting a loud, repetitive tune, causing her to slap her hands over her ears. She frantically pushed buttons, causing all of the boxes to light up and make random noises, and the big one to show pictures! Finally she saw a great mass of tentacles coming out the back of the boxes, and ripped them all from the wall that seemed to be feeding them. The boxes were suddenly, deafeningly silent.

She backed away cautiously after that.

She noticed that her drink was empty and went back into the kitchen to grab another drink. She carefully pried it open with the knife and was pleased to tha that this time it did not foam up angrily at her attentions. She grabbed a few more and the knife and took them into Kurama’s room. Her legs seemed to be acting funny, she noted, as she stumbled into the room and collapsed in the computer chair.

She sat the drinks on the desk and appraised the dark glass fronted box for a moment. She poked the glass, grunting when nothing happened. She knocked on it hopefully, then pushed a few of the buttons on the front.

“Hn,” she stated finally, and moved her attention to the strange things in front of her hands. One was covered in buttons, and one had only two. The second object also had a tail, she noticed. She poked the mouse-like object carefully, and the glass screen came to life. On the screen was a strange image of a man shoving his cock into a girl’s small mouth. She blinked and tried poking the button on the mouse, and jumped back into the seat when it came to life. The sounds were not unlike those that Kurama had been making the night before. The girl seemed to be licking the man’s cock like some sort of sweet confection. She watched curiously for a while, sipping her drink. That warm sensation was starting to grow. She watched the screen avidly, finding that her breath was becoming shorter. The man began to place his cock over the area between another girl’s legs, causing her to make all kinds of noises. HieiHiei frowned contemplatively until she had to know, and pushed her pants down to inspect the furry area between her own legs. Her fingers ran through the hair, causing a shiver to run up her spine. She blinked, then looked back at the screen. Was this how humans mated? She pressed her fingers against the warm slit in the center of the fuzz and was surprised by her own involuntary gasp. She explored slowly, her fingers becoming slicked with the wet covering over the soft area. She found a tight hole that her fingers slipped into, and moaned gently as she probed it. That was very nice! Her fingers moved around some more in quest for more interesting discoveries, and found a small bump above the hole. When she touched it lightening seemed to lance through her body. Her nipples hardened again, and she moved her other hand to try to massage them and calm them. When her fingers brushed the nipple though, the combined sensations of her fingers on the small nub and on her hardened nipples caused her to cry out. Breasts were officially worth the effort!

She finished another bottle of her drink, peering into it forlornly. Was it really her third already? Where had the second gone? She grinned sloppily at it and looked at the screen again, an idea forming. She slowly lowered it to the warm fuzzy area and rubbed the neck of the bottle against her slit. Shivers ran through her body and she decided it was indeed a good notion before slowly sliding it into the slick hole she’d discovered. Her back arched with the pleasure. But she was in a funny position. She got up, leaving the strange moving pictures running, and went to lay on the bed. The sensation of her silk clothing against the silk bedding made her gasp with delight as she stretched out leisurely. Grasping the bottle firmly, she cautiously repositioned it and tried again. She let out a long, soft moan as she slowly slid the bottle further and further in. She stopped when she reached a strange barrier, but started to slide the bottle in and out of the space she had to maneuver in. She grasped one nipple experimentally and was gratified with a small cry. This body really wasn’t that bad at all!

She paused in her attentions as an idea struck her. She got up and stumbled so much that she fell back to the bed. She was thirsty again. She made her way carefully over to the desk and pried open the last bottle. She drank it down swiftly while making her way over to the drawers, pulling out the first cock shaped object she found. It was amusingly purple, she noted as she fell back to the bed, letting the suddenly empty bottle fall to the ground. The other bottle still lay on the bed where she’d left it. She lay back out, taking the cock and examining it. It might be interesting…

Taking it carefully, she positioned it at her enterance and started to slide it in. It was much thicker and softer than the bottle. Her back arched with pleasure as it slid in to the strange barrier. She began to move it in and out, in and out, shivering and moaning. She grasped it harder as she decided to speed up the thrusts, and screamed as the cock came to life with a strong whirr, causing her hips to buck violently against it.

“Oh!” she cried, fucking herself with a renewed vigor. Her body was on fire, her hips bucking, her back arched completely against the bed so that her breasts were thrust into the air, her free hand pulling and twisting the closest nipple relentlessly. Her moans and screams grew louder and louder until the throbbing warmth between her legs explodith ith an amazing sensation, causing her to cry out one last time before the drinks and the hyperventilation took their toll, knocking her out in one clean sweep.

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Stayed tuned to see the expression on Kurama's face when he comes home! ^_^ (can't you just imagine it?!)