Bankotsu's Harem

A/N: Many of you prolly thought this story was done for, and at times I too, thought I would never get another chapter posted. I will not make any false promises about when the next chapter will be out, I don't know. I will say that I haven't started on it yet. I want to thank all my reviewers, you guys are what keeps me going through the tough spots. All the positive feedback I have gotten for this story really helps when I am having a crappy day and read back over people's nice comments. A big huggle to you all!

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15. Sango’s Heart

Suikotsu let out a small sigh of relief when Mukotsu came and retrieved him for his next mistress. It had been a stressful 24 hours with that wolf sneering and growling at him. There were only two women left, the panda and Sango. He was brought to Panjiiro, who looked almost as reluctant and Ayame to have a slave.

“Does my appearance displease you that much, mistress?”

“I hate humans.”

Left with that insurmountable barrier, Suikotsu was left with the choice of sitting out the 24 hours, or trying to change her mind. The doctor in him who wanted to help people just could not leave it alone, so he continued to try to engage her in conversation.

She gave him a scathing glance, “Humans killed my mother, drove me out of the village to live alone in the forest, captured me from that forest and forced me into slavery, oh not to mention burned down that forest killing all of the animals I was friends with. I want to talk to you because…?”

Suikotsu opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a moment before closing it and sitting down against a wall looking dejected. Twenty three hours forty minutes to go, and he had completely alienated the girl.

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Saikobi had finished most of her duties for the day, and swam leisurely in the warm water of the bath. Her mind lingered over the naughty things she had allowed Suikotsu to do to her body. Warmth suffused her being, and she felt her breathing grow erratic at the memory of the pleasurable things he had done to her and, her fingers brushed her lips, the feeling of him inside her mouth. The noises he had made.

She found her body to be warm and aching, and laying her head against the side of the pool she reached down and touched herself where he had touched her. So caught up in the pleasurable sensations, she did not see the figure slipping into the water, and slowly making his way towards her, lust written clearly on his handsome face.

Renkotsu could not believe his luck. He had been trying to catch this little minx for weeks now, and she was so caught up in pleasuring herself that she had yet to notice him, only a hairsbreadth away. A husky moan left her throat, and he found his hand moving to cover hers.

Saikobi jumped and her eyes flew open when she felt his hand close over hers. His eyes looked askance at her, as his fingers pushed hers aside, and continued to stroke at her sensitive flesh. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched, offering her full breasts to his roaming gaze. He leaned forward, taking one pert nipple into his mouth, suckling, whilst his fingers continued their ministrations on her lower half. Her moans turned into fevered cries of pleasure, and she reached for him, her virgin body aching for more.

Renkotsu’s smirk of victory was hidden in the soft flesh of her breast. He guided her legs to wrap firmly around his waist, and his hardened member aching to surge forward into the welcoming depths. She looked into his eyes, wondering why he had stilled, and when their eyes locked he slowly began to enter her, gazes locked. He watched her facial expressions as he slowly, achingly buried himself within her. Saw the wince of pain as he pressed through her maidenhead. Jubilation filled him. He had been unsure up until that point if he were the first or not.

Pressing slowly into her again, he continued to watch her face, as new sensations filled her. He knew when her pain had subsided, for her fingers found their way to his shaved head and her mouth met his, frenzied as she massaged his naked scalp and rained kisses over his face, neck, upper chest, wherever she could reach. Her cries gained in intensity when his hand found its way between their bodies, stimulating her with each stroke of his body.

Her hips moved in a jerky rhythm, increasing the tempo of his torturously slow motions. He found himself letting go, unable to restrain the pleasure any longer. His harsh bark of fulfillment was echoed by her cry of release.

“Why was I running from you all this time?” Saikobi panted, Renkotsu couldn’t hide his prideful masculine smirk at her words.

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Panjiiro eyed the male near her distrustfully. She had chores to do, and normally her mind would roam to the forest while she did them, she would dream of being with her adoptive family, roaming through the lush wooded areas, at peace with her surroundings. A sense of peace would fill her when she thought of her happy place, and she was able to bear her imprisonment a little better. Panjiiro was a free spirit, and her imprisonment did not sit well with her. Not that it really did with any of the other girls.

But she could not go to her happy place due to the disturbingly close presence of the offending male. Panjiiro chose to ignore him outwardly, and bent to continue her chores.

The sun beat down, and sweat rolled down her back, it was a hot day. Suikotsu shifted near her, drawing her eyes to him again. Their eyes met, she looked away after a few moments, continuing with the task at hand. She used her wrist to wipe the sweat off her brow.

Suikotsu watched her toil in silence. He had been tempted a few times to offer her help, but when their eyes locked, he stopped himself, her words ringing in his ears again. Bored, hot and becoming cranky, he needed to do something. Getting up, she stiffened as he moved closer but allowed him to assist her in silence. Mistrust in him was written all over her body language, and he stifled a long suffering sigh.

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Kagome and Kikyou worked side by side inside one of the buildings. Not very many words were spoken, as they both were well aware of the punishment for disobeying their masters.

Kagome was still caught in the euphoria of the night before. Wistful sighs escaped her lips every so often as she recalled Bankotsu’s caresses on her body. She had been educated in sex ed, even talked to some of her friends who had already lost their virginity, so had known what to expect, but none of it had prepared her for the actual experience.

Kikyou smiled knowingly at Kagome and nudged her with her elbow. Kagome blushed; both women knew where Kagome’s mind was, and they shared a conspiratal smile. Kagome felt a little unnerved to be bonding in such a way with Kikyou, she had only met her once before their capture. There had been bitterness between Kikyou and Inu Yasha, but Inu Yasha was impossible to get any information out of. He was such an ass at times.

Kagome frowned slightly; it had been quite awhile since she had even thought his name. She wondered where he was right now. She had only known him a few months, but a tentative truce had been called between the two of them to collect the shards of the jewel. He seemed almost untamed at times; his violent nature had scared Kagome a few times. But at other times, he seemed more… human. He did sometimes have a more gentle side. He didn’t show it very often, but she had seen it more than once.

She wondered if she had continued to travel with him, if she would have seen that side of him more; if they would have become better friends. She had to admit, if only to herself, that he was quite attractive. Thinking of attractive, Bankotsu was quite attractive also.

Another blush crossed her features remembering the repeated times she had been intimate with him the night before. She found certain parts of her body to be quite sore today. She continued to reflect on her new experiences, the white-haired hanyou forgotten.

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Panjiiro was relaxing more around Suikotsu. He had made no advances towards her, only helped with her daily chores. They small talked a little, and he found out that she had a propensity for art. Also, the doctor in Suikotsu quickly diagnosed that Panjiiro was going through a depression. She had talked very little with the other girls, only did what was required of her, and she ate very little at meals.

He was unsure if this was due to her captivity, for as a hanyou, she had been dealt a rough hand in life. She was a sweet girl, and he didn’t like the fact that she was hurting. He resolved to allow her some “artistic time” when his punishment was over to see if it helped resolve her depression. Maybe he could talk to Renkotsu and see if he would teach her to read and write.

The rest of the time with Panjiiro passed quickly and Suikotsu soon found himself slave to Sango. She seemed to be shy around him.

“Are you being punished because of me, master?” she queried softly.

“I am being punished because I took something that didn’t belong to me, it is no fault of yours,” he reassured her.

“What am I supposed to have you do?” she seemed unsure.

He kept an impassive face, “whatever mistress wishes.”

Sango knew what she really wanted, but did she didn’t want it this way. She didn’t want him to have sex with her because she commanded it. She regarded the handsome man before her, still unsure.

“I have to clean some of the master’s homes today.”

“I will assist you gladly, mistress.”

Sango’s eyes kept straying to him as they cleaned. She dusted while he ran back and forth cleaning the floor, his well-formed ass up in the air, tempting her. She pulled the dirty linens from the futons and Suikotsu took them outside and beat them, while she ran the dirty clothes and linens to be washed, bringing fresh ones back.

They paused to eat lunch and seeing his face before her, Sango tried to hide her slight blush. She found herself getting hot just remembering their time at the stream. She shifted a few times, trying to ease the discomfort, and blushed again when she caught him looking at her.

Think about something else; think about something else, she chanted to herself over and over. She closed her eyes, remembering her exterminator training. Remembering the feel of a weapon in her hand. Remembering the thrill of a hunt.

“Is…” she hesitated, opening her eyes and focusing on Suikotsu. He expected her to ask about sex, “is it possible for me to spar with you?” Suikotsu gaped for a minute; he was thrown off balance and didn’t immediately know how to respond.

“If that is mistress’ desire, I must comply, but, you will have to get permission from Jakotsu or even Bankotsu.”

A brilliant smile lit her face, and Suikotsu found that he was intrigued. This girl had certainly been a hellcat her first time, what other interesting surprises did she have up her sleeve?

They finished cleaning the other houses in less than 3 hours, Sango urging him to go quickly the entire time. Her demeanor had changed from that of a shy girl to a woman with a purpose, and Suikotsu broke a sweat trying to keep pace with her.

He waited outside while she spoke with Jakotsu, who told her they would have to speak with Bankotsu. He led them to Bankotsu’s house and told them to wait outside. He reemerged a few minutes later and led Sango inside, Suikotsu chose to remain outside as he was still being punished.

Jakotsu led her into the darkened interior of Bankotsu’s house; she looked around with some interest as she was led to a study. Bankotsu had taken one of the larger homes, and the wealth of the former occupant was obvious in the opulence she saw in the rooms with open screens that they passed.

Jakotsu paused outside a closed door and scratched at it. A deep voice rumbled permission to enter from inside, and Jakotsu slid the door open, allowing Sango in; he closed it behind her, waiting outside. She felt slightly intimidated being left alone with Bankotsu; it was so rare that she was in his presence. She was awed at the amount of scrolls and the beautiful vases as well. Bankotsu sat cross legged on a silk pillow behind a low writing table facing towards her.

He scrutinized her in silence for a moment before speaking. “Jakotsu has informed me that you, a slave, would like to fight and use some weapons.”

Sango felt her heart drop, and realized just how unrealistic she had been. “Forgive me, master.” She said lowering her head, “I intended no insult. When I saw Master Suikotsu sparring with Master Jakotsu I saw that he had some skill, and I haven’t had a chance to work out in awhile, and when Master Suikotsu told me that he had to do anything I wanted, I guess it got to my head a little, a-and forgive me for wasting your time,” her words came out in a jumbled rush. She bowed her head, disappointment emanating from her in waves.

Bankotsu regarded her bowed head, deep in thought. It would be a fitting end to Suikotsu’s punishment to watch him get his ass kicked by the slave whose virginity he stole. Provided she had the skill.

He pulled a kunai from his belt and began to play with it. Sango kept her head bowed, fearing she would be punished for her audacity. Suddenly her warrior instincts were on alert, she glanced up just in time to pluck the knife from the air as it flew towards her.

Bankotsu smiled at her, “permission granted.”

Sango felt her heart soar. Bankotsu noted how she positively glowed; he made a mental note to have her sent to his bed soon.

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Suikotsu stood about 15 feet from Sango, they faced each other. Bankotsu and Jakotsu stood to one side of the practice field, all were armed. While Bankotsu, Jakotsu and Renkotsu carried their customary weapons*, Sango was armed with a pair of wakizashi**.

The late afternoon sun was blessedly cooler at this time of day, yet still hot. Sango was dressed in her silk slave clothing, but had been given her shoes along with her leg and arm guards for the sparring session. She had tied her hair back in a high pony tail.

She took up a defensive pose, and Suikotsu readied himself. She nodded her readiness to Jakotsu who yelled, “Begin!”

Sango bunched her leg muscles and broke into a run as Suikotsu came at her. They met halfway, and he blocked her downward swing with his left claw, while she parried his upward slice of his right claw.

They held that stance for a moment, pushing at each other to test each other’s strength before breaking apart. Sango swept at his feet, trying to throw him off balance, but his stance was strong, and he countered by swiping at her with a claw. She blocked it with crossed swords, evening out her own stance.

Suikotsu saw an opening and viciously slashed, only to be blocked by steel. The little minx was quick, he would grant her that. In a flurry of blows, sparks flew as steel met steel over and over again. Blood oozed from a set of four scratches across Sango’s upper thigh where she had not been quick enough to dodge, but Sango had drawn first blood. Suikotsu’s shirt was ripped and blood soaked through where she had sliced his upper chest.

Bankotsu and Jakotsu were quite enjoying the show and both were contemplating sparring with Sango at a later time, the girl was quite good. So good, that if Suikotsu weren’t serious, she would be dominating him.

Sango went on the offensive, cutting and slashing. Her swords flew in a beautiful dance, weaving and darting. The sun glinted off the steel, and the ring of the weapons clashing together was a melody which only a warrior could love.

Suikotsu decided he had been driven far enough back, and set Sango on the defensive, pushing forward with vicious swipes and slashes of his lethal claws. His bone-jarring strength sent Sango’s teeth gritting as she fought for the upper hand. Suikotsu’s foot snaked out while he distracted her with his claws. He hooked her lower calf, and pulled forward, causing her to lose her balance and tumble backward. She landed hard, but always ready, she tangled her feet in his and rolled onto her stomach, sending him crashing to the ground as well.

He caught himself with one hand, and she tackled him, the two of them rolling on the ground, again trying to gain the upper hand. Sango lost one of her swords in the scuffle, but was able to get on top of him, pinning his arms beneath her thighs, her sword as his throat.

A small feeling of victory filled her before she found herself suddenly flipped, disarmed and pinned beneath him, one of his claws at her own throat. “You’re pretty good,” he panted.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she smiled up at him. “Care for another round, bare hands this time?”

He grinned.

Again they squared off, Jakotsu had their weapons. Renkotsu, Kagome, Ginkotsu and Panjiiro had joined the spectators. This time Ginkotsu served as the start signal, allowing steam to whistle out his smoke stack.

Sango punched Suikotsu, but he blocked it with his forearms, he retaliated by sweeping but she jumped over it. He quickly aimed a punch for her head, but she dodged, landing a solid hit to his midsection. He let out a grunt of pain, bringing his arm down towards her back, but she was already gone.

He stalked her, and she crouched, circling him. She roundhouse kicked to his midsection, which he dodged. He lunged forward grabbing her in a bone-crunching bear hug. Sango saw spots swimming, she had to do something or he would break her ribs at this rate. Using her forehead, she head butted him in the nose, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough that he dropped her.

He grabbed his nose, tears and blood flowed freely as she sat in the crumpled heap he had dropped her, trying to regain her breath. Slowly, she came to her feet, and circled him as he kept his face to her at all times, pinching his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Dat wasn’t bery nice.”

“It isn’t broken, and you weren’t playing nice. You almost broke my ribs,” she replied.

“Kick his ass Sango!” Sango noticed Kagome was standing there with more than half the camp watching them.

Not to be outdone, Jakotsu began cheering for Suikotsu, and soon the whole group was cheering.

They circled each other again before closing in on one another again. Suikotsu punched at Sango’s head, which she back flipped to avoid. Sango kicked at Suikotsu’s face, but he grabbed her leg in an iron grip. When she pulled free, she was sure she would have a hand shaped bruise on her calf. The cheering grew louder, having drawn the remainder of the camp; even Saikobi came out of the bath house to join the observers.

Tired of circling, they closed in, and began trading blows. Sango had a fat lip, and Suikotsu had a black eye. Both sported bruises in various places and were panting heavily. Neither could seem to keep the upper hand. Deciding to end it, Sango tackled Suikotsu to the ground. He quickly took the upper hand, pinning her beneath him, but she used her flexibility to her advantage, and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him backwards off of her. Unfortunately this did not put her on top, and again they rolled, trading blows before she found herself again beneath him, but her arms were free this time.

He tried to grab her arms but she kept waving them around, and he was unable to grab them, finally he went for her biceps, but she was able to muscle him over and pinned him beneath her. She lay on top of him, her forearm across his throat, her other hand gripping her wrist applying more pressure, effectively cutting off his air supply.

“Do you yield?”

He struggled for a moment more before whispering, “yes.”

The crowd was whooping and hollering, this had turned into quite the diversion, and the girls were all cheering for Sango, Kagome the loudest of them all. Sango held out a hand to help Suikotsu to his feet. “One for One, we will have to have a rematch.”

“Yes we will,” he replied, companionably slapping her on the back.

Bankotsu looked up at the darkening sky and ordered dinner preparations be started. The crowd soon dispersed and Sango made her way over to Bankotsu. “Thank you, master.”

“Thank you, Sango. I enjoyed watching this guy get his ass handed to him by a woman.” He grinned at Suikotsu, before turning back to Sango, “why don’t you take your slave over to the bath house. The two of you could probably use a nice soak in the hot springs.”

Sango thanked Bankotsu again, and led Suikotsu away.

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They entered the steamy interior of the bath house. Saikobi peeked her head out from one of the back rooms, “Hello.”

“Hello Saikobi.”

“You were wonderful, Sango. I could never fight like that,” Saikobi gushed.

“Thank you. The only reason I am skilled is because my father trained me from early childhood to fight. You would be as good if you were trained too.”

“Oh, I don’t think so even then. You are really a skilled warrior. I admire you.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you here to take a bath?”

“Yes, where are the bathing supplies?”

“I have the soaps here,” she said gesturing to a basket of scented soaps. “And I have wash rags and towels in the back.”

“I’ll come with you to get them.”

“Ok,” she said, showing Sango the way. Suikotsu went into one of the changing rooms, to change into a bathing robe.

“Do you want me to assist in your bath, or to leave you some privacy?” she asked.

Sango blushed slightly, “privacy, please.”

Saikobi gave her a gentle knowing smile, and nodded her assent. “I already hung the occupied sign outside, so nobody will intrude. I will be in one of the back rooms if you need anything,” she handed Sango the bathing supplies.

“Thank you, Saikobi. We should be fine.”

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Sango emerged from the changing room in the light bathing robe. She carried the bathing supplies to the edge of the pool, setting them down. Suikotsu was already relaxing in the bath, his robe by the side of the pool. Sango was slightly surprised, she hadn’t expected him to bathe nude in her presence. Then again, they had seen all there was of each other already, but normally one wore a robe or at least a towel in a public bath.

Unsure what to do, she wavered at the edge of the pool, dipping her foot into the warm water. “You’re not going to wear your robe in the bath are you?” Suikotsu’s voice rumbled.

Sango’s head snapped to were he reclined against the side of the bath. “Oh, uh, well…”

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, if that is your concern.”

“No,” she protested, “that’s not it…” she trailed off blushing. Slipping from her robe, she slid into the warm water, closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh of contentment.

The sound of movement nearby in the water caused her to open her eyes. Suikotsu was moving closer to her, his eyes focused on the ledge behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the washrags and soap. Scooting over to give him access to the bathing supplies, she leaned back against the ledge.

He wet the washrag in the water, and lathered it with soap. Turning towards her, he queried, “do you want me to wash you, mistress?”

Sango contemplated for a second before agreeing. He led her to one of the shallow spots of the pool, where she knelt and had her turn her back to him. He pushed her hair over her shoulder and began soaping her back in sensual, massaging circles. He worked his way up and down both of her arms, moving around to the front of her, he gently soaped her breasts, allowing his fingers to glide along the slippery flesh, the rough contrast of the rag bringing her nipples to attention.

He continued down her belly, before moving back behind her. He asked her to stand, and soaped the back of her legs, taking his time over the gentle slope of her butt. Sango was burning with desire by this point, aching for him to touch other places. When he moved around in front of her, he began to slowly soap the front of her legs, starting at her ankles. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he gently skimmed the washrag across her genitalia, teasingly, just enough to make her squirm and not give any real pleasure.

Sango found herself growing frustrated, “please,” she whimpered.

“You have but to order me, mistress.”

Their eyes locked, and she could see that he was actually enjoying this game. “Touch me,” she whispered.

“That didn’t sound very convincing, mistress. And besides, it was much too vague.”

Sango was growing beyond frustrated with the man at this point. “Touch my pussy, slave,” she used her most condescending voice she could muster.

“Yes, mistress,” he grinned at her. “Is this what you wanted?” He gently stroked her with the rough and still soapy rag, dipping between her folds, cleansing and stroking across her clitoris at the same time.

“Mmmm, yes,” she moaned as his fingers sent molten sensations through her core. He dropped the rag, and still stroking her, carried her to deeper water, rinsing her off. She writhed rhythmically beneath his ministrations, and he found himself wanting to hear her moans as he tasted her essence. Moving to the edge of the pool at a place deep enough for him to stand, she let out a protest when he lifted her to the ledge. When he spread her legs and found her clit with his tongue, her protests quickly turned to moans of pleasure.

Saikobi, hearing Sango’s moans, found her curiosity winning out, peeked in on the pair. Seeing them enthralled with each other, she watched Suikotsu bury his face in Sango’s heat. She felt darts of desire through her own core, and quickly began to fondle herself, while watching Sango writhe, her lush breasts and hardened peaks glistening with water, her trim tapered waistline, and Suikotsu’s head buried between her legs, which were wrapped around the back of his head. She knew the sensations he was giving to her as his hot tongue darted between her folds, slurping up her juices, suckling on the sensitive flesh, causing wave after wave of pleasure. She almost gave herself away with a low moan of her own, but thankfully Sango covered it with another moan of her own.

Sango quickly found her release at Suikotsu’s skilled tongue, and slid into the water like a jellyfish. He pulled her into a shallower portion of the pool, laying her back with her head above the water, and plunged into her welcoming warmth.

Sango’s howl of pleasure was Saikobi’s undoing, and she felt her knees go weak under her as her hips undulated uncontrollably as she found her release alone. Sinking to the floor on her shaky legs, she continued watching, the sounds of the water slapping as Suikotsu relentlessly plunged into Sango over and over.

Sango held onto Suikotsu to prevent herself from slipping under his forceful assault. The pleasure of having inside her again was overwhelming, and she wanted this moment to last forever. Suddenly, she found herself caught up in her second orgasm, her nails raking his back and she yelled his name, it echoed in the bath house. He kissed her ferociously as he found his own release.

He collapsed on top of Sango, and she pulled him close, kissing him with all the emotion that she could not say aloud. Saikobi quietly picked herself up, and slipped back into one of the back rooms.

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* Bankotsu carries a giant sword named Banryuu, Jakotsu carries a “snake sword” which is a series of very thin blades that are attached to one another, and are able to expand into a wicked whip-like blade. Suikotsu’s weapon of choice is a pair of steel claws.

**wakizashi is a Japanese short sword. For a more in depth explanation, copy n paste the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wakizashi