Chronicles of the West

For all you perve fans :) With love from your humble writer. Hope you like.

Taisha slowly became aware of her surroundings. The fire in the hearth was burning low, casting a deep umber glow over the treasures scattered over polished tables of dark wood.

Behind her, pressed against her was Kurama. Her mate. She blushed at the memory. Her whole body flared with heat as she recalled the possession of her body at his hands. The velvet glide of his lips against her flesh the soft abrading of his long and talented tongue.

He had been gentle at first, robbing her of thought of everything save the feeling of him against her. His scent now clung to her mingled with her own, proclaiming to one and all that she was, forever his. His nose pressed behind her head, his soft breathing ruffling her silken hair.

He had wrapped himself around her completely in his sleep. One clawed hand was splayed across her stomach while the other cupped her breast. His silver tail over them both. She shifted slightly away from him, but he rumbled deeply and tugged her closer to his chest.

Taisha smiled to herself. Still, she wanted out of his bed, for just a moment. She was thirsty. She inched her way across the linens, deftly untangling herself from his embrace. She sighed with relief when she reached the far side of the large bed.

Clasping the edge for added leverage, she pulled herself over it. Landing silently on her feet, she glanced back to see that he was still asleep. She nodded to herself and approached the table, taking up the forgotten cup of wine he had poured her. It was tepid but it was wet and that was all that mattered at the moment.

She had just set the empty glass aside when she spied her reflection in the long mirror above the hearth. On nimble feet she crossed the room, staring at the woman in the glass. Her hair was sleep mussed and her eyes were dark and slumberous.

Her lips were still slightly swollen and her body bore the crimson marks of his passion for her. Pulling her hair aside, she stared at the mark, feeling desire shoot through her limbs. "Like what you see?" came a smokey voice in the dark and she spun to face Kurama, who stood only a few paces off.

She flushed and moved to cover herself but he shook his head. "You are so quiet" she muttered. He smirked, a dangerous half smile, "I am a thief" he reminded her. She nodded as he stepped closer, "Yes, but so much more" she replied. Green eyes locking with gold.

Kurama gently turned her to face the mirror again. His fingertips brushing over the love bites he'd inflicted. "You are virgin no more" he mused, and she blushed to the roots of her hair. He kissed her temple, holding her eyes in the glass. "Now let me show you, truly show you, a woman's pleasure".

She blinked at him, hadn't he done that already and quite well? Apparently not, for he took her hand and led her from the room, to the steaming spring hidden in his home. Taisha followed him into the hip deep water, the heat soothing residual aches from her recently discovered activities.

"Let me bathe you" he whispered to her, his clawed hands already sluicing water over her pale shoulders. Taisha closed her eyes as he lovingly washed her body, her hair. She was unresisting when he pulled her rest against him at the side of the pool.

His claws slid through her hair, softly, tenderly. Taisha knew he was not unaffected by her nearness. The rigid length of him poked against her back and she slid a hand behind her to find him. He hissed at the contact and she turned to face him. He caught her hand in his and rose pulling her from the spring. "Kurama" she protested, "I want to touch you, like you touch me".

His jaw clenched as he tried to keep from ravishing her on the spot. "I will teach you everything" he told her, "Let's start slowly". She nodded, her eyes dropping to his engorged length, she licked her lips, "I...I want to ....taste you" she stammered out, proud that she could speak so wantonly.

His erection jumped at her words and slowly he swallowed, "Alright" he agreed. He stopped near a thick mat. One he usually lounged on within the steamy room. He placed his hand on her cheek and drew her closer for a mind blowing kiss, leaving her panting and growing slick with need.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the moist spice that was hers alone. He slid his fingers across her stomach to her core. She tensed at his touch, knowing that she'd be helpless soon. Kurama stroked her with gentle fingers, slowing urging her closer to the brink.

The wet petals of her sex, clinging to his fingers. Taisha buried her face against his neck as he touched her. She hissed in pleasure as two clawed fingers pressed high inside of her. curling to stroke against a very tender spot.

She cried out, nipping his shoulder, her tongue slithering across the small wound. Kurama growled at her aggression, liking it very much. Slowly he took them to the ground, stretching out on his back. She looked at him as he withdrew his fingers from her.

Her eyes darkened, pupils threatening to swallow that thin band of green as he licked her juices from his flesh. "Still want to try?" he asked, lifting a silver brow. She swallowed and nodded, glancing down at his sex. The head was glossy now.

She move backwards to run a delicate finger over the flesh of him. He watched her through half lidded eyes. She was a temptress, even not knowing at all what to do. She leaned foward and touched the weeping slit with her tongue, tasting the saltine essense of him. His scent was overpowering here, making her almost drunk off it.

She licked the length of him and he groaned, "Take me into your mouth Taisha" he coaxed. She did so, making eye contact with him as her hot mouth closed over him. It was the most erotic thing he could recall seeing. He, a thief, the best of course, but a thief still, being pleasured by a taiyoukai.

Taisha worked her lips up his length, curling her tongue around his head as he growled. He liked it, and so she liked it too. Kurama gently threaded his fingers through her long hair, helping to guide her head in a steady rhythm on himself.

She sucked him harder as he panted to her. She couldn't take him all, but she was damn well trying. Her mouth was delicious on him, hot, wet, hungry. "You must stop Taisha" he whispered hoarsely, "Or I will come in your mouth". For one of her limited experience he doubted she'd appreciate that.

She knocked his hands away from her head, and lowered her head again, listening to the choked sounds of his pleasure. His moans making her so wet that she felt the juices trickling across her thighs. She wanted him, all of him. She worked on instinct now, clamping her lips over the flared head of him and suckled him intently.

Kurama felt his seed shift from his sac to the shaft of his penis. He growled, his head falling back as the wave of heat swept over him. He cried out softly as he erupted into her mouth.

Taisha wasn't sure what she had expected from this, but jerked with some surprise when hot fluid flooded her mouth. There was so much of it that she swallowed quickly before she thought better of it. She kept her mouth on him and gently cleaned him as he relaxed against the mat.

She sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "Did I do it right?" she asked softly. Kurama opened one golden eye and smiled lopsidedly, "Oooh yes love" he panted, "You did wonderfully".

She beamed at his praise and Kurama counted himself a very lucky man indeed. That mouth had so much promise and he'd be enjoying it for all time. "Come here" he cooed to her. She blinked and moved to sit beside him. He pressed a kiss to her mouth, tasting himself on her and growling in pleasure.

Before she understood what he was up to, he'd pulled her down and buried his face between her slim thighs. She yelped at the burst of sensations he pushed on her. "Mmm, Taisha" he murmured against the sopping folds, "You are so wet. You taste so good to me".

His tongue teased her pearl as his fingers parted her allowing him greater access to her. She whimpered when his tongue slid up inside her, pressing against her walls making her eyes squeeze shut tightly. When his fingers entered her she moaned for him, the sound like a prayer to his ears. His tongue pressed and swirled over her button again and again until she was bucking and shaking beneath him. "Come for me Taisha" he commanded, "Let me taste it".

His words were like arcane magic shooting through her body and the coil burst. Her back arched, pressing her core against his mouth tightly. His arm slipped behind her, clutching her to him as he lapped at her.

Taisha was still in the throes of her release when he flipped her over and dragged her hips up. She knew what was coming but when he plunged into her, his hot length hard and spearing through her sensitive flesh she cried out.

Kurama felt her flutter around him and he rode her hard through her orgasm. She clutched the mat, her claws tearing it as he pounded into her. He left no part of her untouched, pressing deep within her, his hands on her hips gripping her as he surged forward. She felt the thickness of him massaging her walls and her head dropped to the mat as she keened to him.

Kurama felt his eyes bleeding red and let his beast take over. He was in full rut mode now. Dominating and plundering the sweet bitch beneath him. His thusts so rapid that his balls slapped against her pearl in near vibration. Taisha stiffened beneath him, her orgasm rushing on her again. Kurama slid one hand back to stoke her bottom, his thumb moving between the pert cheeks to brush over the pucker hidden there.

Taisha couldn't stop the moan from filling the air around her at the touch. Kurama chuckled softly, oh yes, he was very lucky. Gathering some of the fluid seeping from her core, he coated his finger and slowly pressed it into her tight sphincter as her orgasm hit.

Taisha saw stars, her orgasm screaming through her. Behind her Kurama grunted as she clamped on his length tightly, almost painfully and he felt the tell tale swelling in his groin. They were going to tie and there was no help for it. He slammed into her, feeling her walls constict and he locked within her.

His seed poured forth in great spurts, his fangs clamping over the nape of her neck as she tried to drop to the mat. He growled and kept her firmly beneath him. Having never tied with a female before, he found he was rather liking the feeling. "Be still" he growled to her around her flesh,"We are tied".

She nodded and pushed back against him slightly making his groan. The world was nothing more than pinpricks of red to him at the moment, that and the undulations of his mate's sex around him. Gods but she was good.