Lust for Mischief
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Yuyu Hakusho › Het - Male/Female
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Yuyu Hakusho › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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9,671
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17
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Warning, this chapter is a hard R rating. Sexual situations kiddies. Sorry if it is kinda short. This is my very first “lemon.”
Note: reynard = male fox; vixen = female fox; cub/pup/kit = baby fox
Kurama vaguely realized that Cerdana had somehow triggered his mating instinct. He was a man, but in this state he was also a reynard. He desired Botan as a man would a woman. Now, he also yearned to breed her as if she were a vixen, and make cubs. He shivered inside, thinking about the small woman against him carrying his offspring.
It was then he noticed a faint, musky scent. He nipped at Botan’s throat with his sharp teeth and pressed his splayed hand more firmly into her stomach. She whimpered and the musk grew more powerful in the air.
“You want me.” He looked to her eyes, piercing them with his golden gaze.
It wasn’t a question, but she answered. “Yes. But, you don’t really want me Kurama. This isn’t real. You need to fight whatever Cerdana has done to make you act this way.”
He grew slightly angry. “I don’t want to fight it. Do not presume to tell me my desires Botan.” His passion was consuming him. He had proof of her longing, and anything else was trivial. “This is going to happen. Accept it.”
Kurama silenced any further argument with a kiss. His lips at first bruising, but fading to a gentleness. He soon began to place little kisses on her mouth, pleased when she parted her lips. Cupping her chin in his hand, he grazed the skin underneath her bottom lip with his thumb, coaxinr mor mouth to open wider. His other hand clamped down on her waist reflexively when he took his first taste of her onto his tongue.
Botan had never been with a man before. She wasn’t ignorant of the concept of sex, but she struggled to put a label on what she was feeling, what she neederamarama to do to quell the ache inside of her. His touches and kisses were only stoking the fire, making her hotter.
“Kurama, please. I…”
He understood what she craved, and began to strip her of her jeans and sweater. They managed to accomplish this still standing. She helped him remove her bra when he became frustrated with the device on the back, and she yelped when he ripped off her panties in his haste. Not wasting anymore time, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and ran his fingers down to her womanhood, slipping them over her in such a way as to cause a whining in her throat. While he toyed with her body, her hands cautiousoameoamed his, skimming his chest and ribs, skirting over his hips, and bypassing his manhood for his thighs. Stepping away from her touch for a moment he swiftly tore away his own clothing and resumed exploring Botan’s body as if he had never stopped at all.
His lust heightened, demanding he mate and stop fooling around. His eyes clouded over. Again, he pushed Botan against the wall. He bent and scooped her up, supporting her with his arms under her thighs and hands on her buttocks. She steadied herself by draping her arms around his neck. Realizing his intention she braced herself. Kurama’s eyes were drawn down to where they would be joined. His concentration was breaking, but he managed to sheath himself in the warmth of Botan’s body with one quick thrust of his hips.
The petite deity screamed, unable to contain her vocalization of the intense pain she felt upon his entry. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, opening them she found the gold orbs of her new lover. She’d startled him and he managed to speak through his haze of lust.
“I didn’t know.” He looked upon her with concern. He was immensely gratified to be her first, but sorry to have not taken more care with her. Within his own thoughts he promised himself he would be her only lover, and he’d simply make it up to her later.
Botan smiled even as tears slipped from her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss the kitsune sweetly. “I’m glad it was you.”
He felt happiness well inside his chest. Careful not to jostle her too much, he kissed her back, mimicking the lovemaking he was going to give her with the in and out motion of his tongue.
“Tell me when it’s all right.” He teased her long, white neck with his mouth and tickled her bare tummy.
Her excitement gradually returned and instinctively she rolled her hips forward, pressing their pelvises together. He resumed thrusting at a gentle pace. She still had the discomfort, but not the initial tearing pain.
The animalism returned to the youko’s actions. When he was sure she could take it, his rocking began to resemble a rut. Every time their bodies slapped against one another, Botan would let out a small grunt of pleasure.
Both lovers closed their eyes and concentrated on the feelings they were being given. Kurama’s face became buried in the crook of his ferry girl’s neck. Each time he brought his lower body to hers’, he focused on going as deep as possible, as if he could meld with her. The image of her flat belly growing round with child spurring him on. He wanted to consume her, own her body and soul. His kitsune urges telling him to dominate her by mating, possess her by planting his seed in her womb.
All Botan knew was the pressure building where Kurama slid into her. Her breathing was now laborsomesomehow she knew the end was near. She rubbed herself hard against him on his upward strokes, looking for release. A thought lingering at the back of her mind, was that they were using no protection.
A vision, of what a child of theirs might look like, danced briefly in both their heads. A beautiful pup, with silver hair and lovely lavender eyes.
Botan and Kurama locked gazes then. The kitsune’s vixen came first, dropping one of her legs to the floor, leaving the other slipping from his waist. With one hand against the wall, and the other holding their bodies together Kurama broke his pace, rutting unevenly. He spilled his seed into Botan’s womb, his coming thrusts shaking them both violently. Quaking, but sated, Yoko Kurama brought them down to the floor. He rested his back against the wall, while holding Botan to his chest. She straddled his lap, her convulsions around his member ceasing, but her breathing continuing to come in quick bursts.
“Mine.” The silver-haired demon gasped.
A second mist, different from the first, wafted down onto the pair. They became drowsy. The deity of death and her kitsune fell fast asleep in each other’s embrace.
“Very entertaining.” Cerdana giggled from her position in front of the monitor. She hadn’t seen much of anything, but she’d heard it all. I’ll let them sleep for a bit, but let us see what happens when the others find them.
Botan’s fingers curled in crimson red locks as she slumbered.
Warning, this chapter is a hard R rating. Sexual situations kiddies. Sorry if it is kinda short. This is my very first “lemon.”
Note: reynard = male fox; vixen = female fox; cub/pup/kit = baby fox
Kurama vaguely realized that Cerdana had somehow triggered his mating instinct. He was a man, but in this state he was also a reynard. He desired Botan as a man would a woman. Now, he also yearned to breed her as if she were a vixen, and make cubs. He shivered inside, thinking about the small woman against him carrying his offspring.
It was then he noticed a faint, musky scent. He nipped at Botan’s throat with his sharp teeth and pressed his splayed hand more firmly into her stomach. She whimpered and the musk grew more powerful in the air.
“You want me.” He looked to her eyes, piercing them with his golden gaze.
It wasn’t a question, but she answered. “Yes. But, you don’t really want me Kurama. This isn’t real. You need to fight whatever Cerdana has done to make you act this way.”
He grew slightly angry. “I don’t want to fight it. Do not presume to tell me my desires Botan.” His passion was consuming him. He had proof of her longing, and anything else was trivial. “This is going to happen. Accept it.”
Kurama silenced any further argument with a kiss. His lips at first bruising, but fading to a gentleness. He soon began to place little kisses on her mouth, pleased when she parted her lips. Cupping her chin in his hand, he grazed the skin underneath her bottom lip with his thumb, coaxinr mor mouth to open wider. His other hand clamped down on her waist reflexively when he took his first taste of her onto his tongue.
Botan had never been with a man before. She wasn’t ignorant of the concept of sex, but she struggled to put a label on what she was feeling, what she neederamarama to do to quell the ache inside of her. His touches and kisses were only stoking the fire, making her hotter.
“Kurama, please. I…”
He understood what she craved, and began to strip her of her jeans and sweater. They managed to accomplish this still standing. She helped him remove her bra when he became frustrated with the device on the back, and she yelped when he ripped off her panties in his haste. Not wasting anymore time, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and ran his fingers down to her womanhood, slipping them over her in such a way as to cause a whining in her throat. While he toyed with her body, her hands cautiousoameoamed his, skimming his chest and ribs, skirting over his hips, and bypassing his manhood for his thighs. Stepping away from her touch for a moment he swiftly tore away his own clothing and resumed exploring Botan’s body as if he had never stopped at all.
His lust heightened, demanding he mate and stop fooling around. His eyes clouded over. Again, he pushed Botan against the wall. He bent and scooped her up, supporting her with his arms under her thighs and hands on her buttocks. She steadied herself by draping her arms around his neck. Realizing his intention she braced herself. Kurama’s eyes were drawn down to where they would be joined. His concentration was breaking, but he managed to sheath himself in the warmth of Botan’s body with one quick thrust of his hips.
The petite deity screamed, unable to contain her vocalization of the intense pain she felt upon his entry. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, opening them she found the gold orbs of her new lover. She’d startled him and he managed to speak through his haze of lust.
“I didn’t know.” He looked upon her with concern. He was immensely gratified to be her first, but sorry to have not taken more care with her. Within his own thoughts he promised himself he would be her only lover, and he’d simply make it up to her later.
Botan smiled even as tears slipped from her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss the kitsune sweetly. “I’m glad it was you.”
He felt happiness well inside his chest. Careful not to jostle her too much, he kissed her back, mimicking the lovemaking he was going to give her with the in and out motion of his tongue.
“Tell me when it’s all right.” He teased her long, white neck with his mouth and tickled her bare tummy.
Her excitement gradually returned and instinctively she rolled her hips forward, pressing their pelvises together. He resumed thrusting at a gentle pace. She still had the discomfort, but not the initial tearing pain.
The animalism returned to the youko’s actions. When he was sure she could take it, his rocking began to resemble a rut. Every time their bodies slapped against one another, Botan would let out a small grunt of pleasure.
Both lovers closed their eyes and concentrated on the feelings they were being given. Kurama’s face became buried in the crook of his ferry girl’s neck. Each time he brought his lower body to hers’, he focused on going as deep as possible, as if he could meld with her. The image of her flat belly growing round with child spurring him on. He wanted to consume her, own her body and soul. His kitsune urges telling him to dominate her by mating, possess her by planting his seed in her womb.
All Botan knew was the pressure building where Kurama slid into her. Her breathing was now laborsomesomehow she knew the end was near. She rubbed herself hard against him on his upward strokes, looking for release. A thought lingering at the back of her mind, was that they were using no protection.
A vision, of what a child of theirs might look like, danced briefly in both their heads. A beautiful pup, with silver hair and lovely lavender eyes.
Botan and Kurama locked gazes then. The kitsune’s vixen came first, dropping one of her legs to the floor, leaving the other slipping from his waist. With one hand against the wall, and the other holding their bodies together Kurama broke his pace, rutting unevenly. He spilled his seed into Botan’s womb, his coming thrusts shaking them both violently. Quaking, but sated, Yoko Kurama brought them down to the floor. He rested his back against the wall, while holding Botan to his chest. She straddled his lap, her convulsions around his member ceasing, but her breathing continuing to come in quick bursts.
“Mine.” The silver-haired demon gasped.
A second mist, different from the first, wafted down onto the pair. They became drowsy. The deity of death and her kitsune fell fast asleep in each other’s embrace.
“Very entertaining.” Cerdana giggled from her position in front of the monitor. She hadn’t seen much of anything, but she’d heard it all. I’ll let them sleep for a bit, but let us see what happens when the others find them.
Botan’s fingers curled in crimson red locks as she slumbered.