Love's Denial

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Chapter Eight


Aki stared at Kurama, his demand playing in her head like a mantra. He was staring at her, his hands folded in his lap as though he were watching a movie instead of being her master. When he cleared his throat and his eyebrows narrowed, her hands came up to the buttons of the shirt. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this without even really discussing it but for the first time, she was going to throw caution to the wind.


Kurama grinned as she began to unbutton the shirt with trembling hands. Maybe he was moving to fast but he didn’t care. Kurama just knew that he had an itch that only she could scratch and she was going to scratch.


He almost groaned as she finished unbuttoning the shirt. Kurama watched as Aki shyly let the shirt fall from her body to the floor. Kurama shifted in his seat as he looked at her bare chest. The red marks had faded and had turned to pale bruises. At first it angered him, but he smirked as he thought of how he was going to make her forget that anyone but him had ever touched her. Kurama could feel his cock throb at he watched the slight fall and rise of her chest as her breathing became harder.


He watched as she slipped her hands beneath the waistband of the sweats and lowered them to her feet. When Aki finally stood up, her body completely bare, Kurama did groan. She was just as he had dreamt, small and pale, but all woman. He looked up at her face, seeing that she was red from embarrassment but still incredibly excited. Kurama smirked. “Come closer,” he demanded.


Aki took a shaky breath and walked over to Kurama with her head lowered and her hands at her sides. She gave a wanton moan as she felt his breath against her skin as she stood directly in front of him.


Kurama almost laughed at her shameless response. He reached out and stroked her leg from her knee to the top of her thigh. Her skin was like silk and he was hard. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs bringing his hips to the edge of the chair. “On your knees,” he told her.


Aki fell to her knees, her face inches from his crotch. Kurama reached a hand to her hair and pulled her face against him. She couldn’t help but moan as he grinded his clothed crotch against her face, taking what he wanted from her. Aki could feel herself getting wet and shifted restlessly on her knees, bringing her small hands to rest on his calves.


Kurama could feel her hot breath through his pants and could smell her beginning arousal making his erection even more unbearable. He pushed her face back away from him, his breath coming in short pants. “Suck me off, Aki,” he demanded, looking into her lust filled eyes.


When she brought her hands up to remove his cock for its entrapment, Kurama grabbed one, crushing it in his grip. He clicked his tongue at her while her face screwed up in pain. “Did I say you could use your hands?” he asked, leaning down to lift her chin with his other hand. “Now you’ll have to be punished. From this point on, when we are alone and like this, you are not allowed to use your hands unless told otherwise. Understood?” he asked, releasing her hand as she nodded and leaning back in his chair.


Aki moved her injured hand back to his calve and moved her head up to catch his button between her teeth. She was thankful that Kurama, no, her master wore pants that had snap buttons or this would be much harder. She unsnapped the pants and took the zipper between her teeth.


Kurama’s pants became harsher as he watched Aki lower his zipper inch by inch. He lifted his hips as she took a piece of loose fabric and tugged his pants down to his knees. He gave a sigh of relief as the cool air from the room washed over his aching cook.


Aki stared at Kurama’s cock, surprised that he went commando. He was very well endowed and she was trying to figure out a way to get all of him in her smaller mouth. When he pulled her hair to get her attention, she lowered her head and licked the tip. As he hissed in pleasure, she drags her tongue from his slit to root. Aki moved her head back to his slit and took his head in her mouth.


Kurama was about to explode; he had never been so horny or hard. He roughly grabbed her by her hair and slammed his cock down the back of her throat. He felt her moan around his rod, and groaned in sheer pleasure. Kurama felt her tongue rub against him. As he repeatedly plunged into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as he felt her throat constrict around him.


Aki was moaning like a whore as Kurama basically raped her mouth. She tried her hardest to keep up with his forceful pace, swirling her tongue around him and sucking as he shoved his cock into her mouth. It was to soon when she felt him tense up and cum violently into her mouth and she barely had time to prepare to catch it. Aki had managed to catch most of it but some had escaped her mouth.


Kurama pulled away, trying to get air into his lungs and get control of his body. When he looked down between his legs, he saw Aki resting her head against his legs with her eyes closed, panting just as hard as he, with his cum at the corner of her mouth. She was perfect. Kurama reached down and scooped the cum up with his finger, bringing it to her mouth. Her eyes opened, dazed with pleasure as she sucked the cum off of his fingers, causing his flaccid cock to stir back to life. He chuckled as she whined when he pulled his fingers away. He tugged at her hair. “My, haven’t we turned it to the most wanton whore?” Kurama asked in a singsong voice, watching her blush and lower her head. He lifted her chin and frowned slightly. “We’ll have to work on you shyness, but now for a more pressing matter. Aki, did I say you could swallow?”


Aki’s eyes widened in shock as she looked into her master’s serious eyes. “I . . . uh. “ she stuttered, cursing herself knowing she had already screwed up.


Kurama couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Calm down. It is okay this time, but you need to learn that anything you do inside of this room has to be done by my orders and mine alone. Now, sit on my lap, Aki,” he told her, tugging her hair to get her to move.


Aki stood up on shaky limbs and straddled Kurama’s lap. She moaned as that brought her sex into contact with his semi hard cock. She rubbed herself against him. She cried out in half pain and half pleasure when Kurama pinched her bottom, causing her to stop. “I’m sorry, Kur-Master,” she said, correcting herself quickly, trying to get used to their new ‘relationship’.


Kurama ran his hands up her smooth back. “It is okay. You’ll soon learn how to act like a proper slave. It takes hours if one is not used to it and even then not every master is the same. I, for example, am very strict and want my slave to be well disciplined,” he told her, looking into her eyes.


Aki nodded her head in acknowledgement, biting her cheek to keep her moans quiet and to stop her pleas for more. Kurama pulled her against his chest and stroked her bare bottom, relishing in her muffled moans. He suddenly stood up and carried her to his bed, laying her on her back.


Aki whimpered as Kurama moved away from her, leaving her exposed. She tried to resist the urge to cover herself from his view but laying down with her legs spread for him to see all of her secrets was beyond embarrassing for her. Aki knew that she really did look like nothing more than a common whore. She gripped the cover underneath her as he ran his hands over her stomach and shuddered.


Kurama closed his eyes, feeling her silky skin under his fingertips, knowing that it was all his. He couldn’t wait to dominate her, bend her to his will, to break her. He gave her a sadistic grin as one of his ‘ideas’ came to his mind. “I have one more rule for you, little Aki,” he muttered, moving his hand to her breast. “You are not allowed to cum until I cum inside you.” He laughed, as Aki’s eyes grew big at his newest rule. It was almost cruel but he didn’t give a damn. “ Don’t pout. I just think that you will look the most beautiful on the cliff of passion, reaching but unable to reach it with out a push. It will most certainly make things interesting.”


Aki almost screamed as Kurama pinched her nipple, arching her back into his to few touches. Kurama felt his member throb as he watched her reaction. She was so sensitive to his touch; almost as if she had been made just to see to his needs and pleasure. Her breath was coming in raged pants and her hands were clutching the bed spread with a death grip. Suddenly Kurama moves away from her, taking his teasing touches with him. Aki whimpers pitifully. “Please,” she begs him, searching for some sort of stimulation.


Kurama couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her plea. “Do you want me to touch you, sweetie?” he asked in a sugary voice. She nodded her head in jerky movements. “Make me want to touch you,” he told her, settling on one of the corners of the bed.


Aki was ready to cry. She was so ready for anything and now Kurama was denying her, she was going to explode. Her master was just too cruel and this new rule could be considered one of the most sadistic things she had ever heard. She took a shaky breath. “How? What do you want me to do, Ku-Master?”


Kurama eyed her with a wicked look in his eyes. “I want you to touch yourself, Aki. Touch yourself and make me want to touch you,” he said, listening to her sharp intake of breath.


Aki’s eyes were wide as she loosened her hands from the cover, knowing that she could not disobey her new master. She was trembling uncontrollably and almost couldn’t breathe. If she didn’t breathe soon, she would pass out. She closed her eyes and did a stress relief exercise, effectively calming herself down. Aki’s hands came up to trace the outline of her body with light fleeting touches as she traced over the sensitive skin Kurama, no her master had traced.


Kurama groaned as he watched Aki touch her shoulders and neck with only the tips of her fingertips. She had barely started and already he wanted to fuck her senseless. She made to seem as if every part of her body was just as sensitive as her nipples and clit. His breath was coming in pants by the time her hands made it to her breast. He watched as she forewent all of the soft touches, pinching her nipple roughly on one and tugging at the other breast. Kurama’s breath was coming in pants, as she got lost in the feel of her own hands on her chest. “Stop. Move your hands lower,” he told her, wanting to see her hands elsewhere.


For all of his experience with the art of sex, he was ready to take her and take her hard. He had always taken what he wanted without a though about it and almost never lost his control, but for some reason he was going slow with this girl. It was probably because she was human and he didn’t want to die by actually breaking something. But as he watched Aki’s hands make random patterns along her stomach as it traveled to her sex, Kurama realized that he had never been harder and so close to losing all of his control.


When Aki’s hand slipped into the folds of her sex, her face was a deep red. She couldn’t believe he was watching her. She moaned as she slipped a finger inside and hissed as another joined it. She forgot about her master as she began mimicking what was to come. Everything was a complete haze and she didn’t know how much more she could take.


As Kurama watched her fingers disappear into her body, his control snapped. He crawled over to Aki, who was so gone in her own pleasure that she almost forgot about him, and grabbed her hand. When she looked at him, he pulled her hand away from her body and slid in between her spread thighs, the tip of his cock pressed against her. He groaned in the shear pleasure of it and roughly jerked her hips up and thrust into her deeply.


Aki’s back came off the bed with the initial thrust, her body convulsing around her master’s cock. Aki had never felt like this before. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, and would probably be hard pressed to remember her own name at the moment. It was something out of a book only it was real and she was so close to tipping over the edge of insanity if she hadn’t already.


Kurama was beyond ready to cum. His cock throbbed inside of her as he began moving in and out of her tight body at a hard and deep pace. He could feel her walls throb and knew she was close as well. His eyes were closed in concentration as he strived to finish. When his body could finally take no more, Kurama exploded inside of her with a long groan, looking down to watch her face. His ears began ringing as she screamed, her eyes wide and glazed in wonderment, her body taunt with tension, and hair spread around her like a halo as she came with an intense shove the second his cum coated her walls.


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Koenma was pacing his office nervously. The meetings with the blood-dragons had gone well enough. They had agreed to let sprit world officials handle this for the time being but gave Koenma a deadline. If he didn’t find the demon that had been killing off their species little by little before his father’s ‘game’ in six months, then they would declare war. He knew he was screwed and only had one option, King Yama’s personal assassin.


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Kurama needed to move. He was tangled up with Aki. After another session with her last night, she had buried her head in his side and fell asleep. Some how in their sleep, his leg got thrown over her hip and hers were wrapped around his other leg. He hadn’t minded but now his legs were cramping. Kurama pulled her away from him slowly as to not wake her up. He replaced his body with a pillow and watched as she curled up around it. He couldn’t help but smile at his newest and dearest pet.


His brow creased as his smile changed to a frown. He couldn’t call her ‘pet’. That’s what Kurama had called all of the ones before Aki and he actually wanted this one to work out for at least a few months as opposed to two nights. He looked her over in the morning light trying to come up with something.


Aki’s face was buried in his pillow, clinging to it as though it were a lifeline. Her hair was fanned around her almost like a halo. In the morning light she looked graceful and full of life. She almost reminded him of a bird. They are dull creatures to most but only a selected few could actually appreciate their true beauty and gracefulness. Kurama smiled as he came up with the perfect name for his little pet, hummingbird. They are small, gentle creatures that shy away from almost everything, yet were truly beautiful.


After Kurama took his shower, he walked over to his bed chad in only a towel and reached down and moved her hair form her face and shook her shoulders lightly. “Wake up, hummingbird,” he whispered in her ear, liking the sound of her name coming from his lips. When she moaned and buried her head deeper into the pillow, he shook her harder, his long, wet hair falling over her.


Aki woke up to something wet surrounding her and the bed shaking. Everywhere she turned it was cold, wet, and moving, and she just wanted to sleep. Her master put her through the ringer last night and she just did not feel like moving from his bed for at least three more hours. When the wet thing didn’t go away and the insistent shaking continued, she sat up and opened her eyes, her cover falling down around her waist.


Kurama wanted to laugh at his hummingbird. “Sleep well?”


Aki blushed as her master spoke to her for the first time that day. She looked up and saw that he was sitting on the bed and was staring at her bared chest. “Umm . . . yes, master,” she muttered, blushing and pulling the blanket up to cover herself.


Kurama sighed and shook his head. “Now hummingbird, did I give you permission to cover yourself?” he asked and listened to her mumbled ‘no’. “I think it is time we work on your embarrassment, hummingbird,” he told her, giving her a wicked grin.

There you go kittens! I hope you like it. I know the name thing is corny but it is needed. Things are about to get a hell of a lot more interesting. Can anyone guess what is going to happen next? Nope, didn't think so Kittens. You fuzz balls have no clue what your in for but alas I had better go to bed before I give myself away. Good bye kittens, for now anyways and please review.