Chronicles of the West

Okay, another lime, this one kinda long, hopefully it'll help make Serena feel better :). Look for some action in the next chapter as well as the secret of THE box! Hope you enjoy and review soon!

Chapter Thirty Two

Silvana stared at the horizon, no longer flat and endless blue. The jagged coastline was just visible. They'd reach port by tomorrow afternoon if the winds were favorable and she meant to see they were.

Ryu would be pleased, no doubt. The poor hanyou had not strayed far from her and her remedies after his last bout of seasickness. She still delighted in teasing him that such a powerful creature could be brought so low by the tide. He'd growled at her, but said nothing.

The others were very careful not to remark on the fact that Ryu and Silvana carried more of one another's scent. Obviously their proximity had increased. More to the point they all but ignored the fact that Toga's scent was draped across Aislin like a signature. Kurama kept his humor private.

When at last they did reach port, there was much celebrating. The ground was firm beneath their feet once more although it didn't always feel that way. Ryu had glared one final time at the ship that had housed them for long weeks on the treacherous sea. "Fuckin thing" he muttered, only too happy to feel earth once more.

Toga agreed, the weeks of being cooped up had taken a toll on him as well, and while he was certain he had found adequate ways of dealing with boredom, he wanted exercise on a larger scale. The others were inclined to agree.

Satoru's residence and academy lay a mere fours days to the east and it was decided that they should procure rooms at a local inn and rest before they ventured out. The demons would recover their land legs by nightfall, Victor and Aislin would remain slightly off balance for at least another day, perhaps longer.

Rooms secured, the males took to the surrounding woods to spar and stretch their muscles. Silvana wanted to accompany them, however there were a great many things at the market center that she wished to see. Aislin would accompany her, along with Victor. This was after all a new world to them all and the first time Aislin had seen such things.

They wandered for hours among the vendors, bright silks fluttering in the breeze, herbs pungent in the air. Calls from poultry and other vendors filled the space around them. Silvana disliked so many humans and animals gathered in one place. Such places smelled more strongly than her sensitive nose cared for.

Over it all, there came a ribbon of scent. Washing over her senses in a soothing manner she followed it. She soon came to an aged woman whittling away at soaps. She appeared human but Silvana's keen senses told her other wise.

Vibrant yellow eyes lifted to focus on the tall, pale demoness. "Welcome" she said. Silvana blinked, "You speak my language". The woman nodded, "I should, I was born in that snowy country. You have just arrived, you still smell of the sea and ship timbers".

Silvana nodded, "I was hoping to find a few things before retiring" she admitted. The aged woman smiled a warm smile. "What are you looking for?" she asked pleasantly. Silvana gave her a run down of her small list. Soaps and hair rinses, fresh clothing, medicinal herbs.

The woman nodded, "I am Hakura, this is my granddaughter Haki" she said at length, gesturing for a slim girl to make herself visible. Silvana stared at them, "You are deer". The older one nodded, "We are, she is half. She is willing to take you where you need to go for a small fee".

The fee was small indeed, barely enough for a bowl of rice but the girl was friendly and eager, helping her transactions to go smoothly. In less than an hour, the neat parcels in hand, they were done. "Thank you Haki" Silvana said with a smile and the girl nodded.

"Should you need me further, I will be with grandmother. I would be happy to help you, no charge" she said with a grin and ran off through the crowds. Silvana looked over at her companions, "Well, you two look tired. Ready to head inside?" she asked.

Two weary humans nodded and trudged up the steps to the inn. There had been a shortage of rooms and so they were forced to double up for the next two nights. That wasn't so bad, it basically followed the same sleeping arrangement they'd been keeping on the ship for the last two weeks.

Aislin set her new belongings on the bed that she shared with Toga and sighed. Long day, long journey and yet soon they would reach the home of Toga and Ryu's brother. An alchemist like Victor. What would he be like she wondered?

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Toga had instructed her to never unbar the door to those she didn't know. "Who is it?" she called. A light laugh followed, "Silvana. I have brought servants man with a tub" came the answer.

Aislin unlatched the door and stepped aside allowing the men to enter with a large copper tub. Much like a hip bath. They worked quickly, not looking at her. She wondered if it was the custom here. They filled the basin with steaming water and laid out drying cloths for her. They hurried from her rooms.
Silvana then allowed them into her room and they did the same thing.

Aislin poured her new soaps and oils into the bath. The heavenly scent of orange blossoms and nutmeg filled the air. Not a strong scent, Toga didn't handle those very well. It was soft and warm and Silvana had assured her it would not overwhelm his nose. She was about to shed her clothing when she heard someone try the door.

She stiffened and then she heard his voice, "It's good that you listened to me". She hurried to the door and opened it for him. Toga stood in the doorway, looking down on her. His nose twitched at the scent of the room. "What is that?" he asked. She peered over her shoulder, "My bath" she responded.

She'd not bathed in front of him, and the blush on her cheeks indicated that she was shy of it. He dropped a kiss on her nose, "I'll be back in a quarter of an hour" he told her. She looked away from him, feeling her heart pound. "You must be tired, do you want to use this bath?" she asked.

Toga felt heat pool in his loins, "And would you bathe me Aislin?" he asked. She swallowed, turning her eyes to his. "I…well….yes, if you'd like" she stammered. He chuckled, "Bathe yourself first, I can wait" he assured her.

He let the door click closed behind him and threw the latch. She was not facing him now, she stood before the steaming water, dipping her hand in the water, testing the temperature. Still a tad hot, but she'd not complain.

She dared not turn around, the powerful presence of the male behind her causing goose bumps to raise on her flesh. His hot gaze a nearly tangible thing on her body. She kept her back to him, feeling the stirrings of that strange hunger within her.

Toga watched her, she moved slowly, thought not hesitantly. Her scent, sweet like summer figs reached his nose. Her head was slightly bowed and her long glorious hair caught up off her shoulders, exposing her slender throat to him. She knew this affected him.

His eyes trailed down the graceful arch to the mark he pressed there only last night. One day, his inner beast growled, that mark would be permanent. Toga agreed, that were she willing, he would see to it. Some might have questioned his status as guardian when at the moment the greatest threat to her was his desire. However, he was carefully held in check.

Slowly the cotton of her chamber robe slid over her shoulders, making the demon behind her long to press his fanged kisses along the newly exposed flesh. Lower still it went and the small of her back beckoned to him. Toga slowly unlatched his armor, setting it aside soundlessly.

His hands slid over the ties of his haori and the long sleeved garment fell to the floor in a swishing blur. Aislin took a ragged breath, she could feel him coming closer, the hear radiating from his body was like a furnace.

It made the room seem suddenly chilled and she shivered against it. His eyes locked on that tremor of movement. When she felt his hands settle on her shoulders, she let the robe fall to the floor, unheeded at their feet.

With the slightest of pressure, he drew her back against him. The heat of his body nearly scorching against her own. He thrilled to that shiver that ran through her, the intake of breath that came a moment before her heart beat increased.

His nose brushed against the swell of her shoulder and then into the that soft valley. Her head tilted to the side, allowing him better access and he rewarded her with a small kiss beneath her jaw. With him so close to her, she stepped into the water, the rush of it making her flesh turn bright pink. Slowly he lowered her. "Is the water too hot?" he asked, taking in the change in her color. She shook her head, feeling breathless.

Toga sat back then, and Aislin began the slow process of lathering and rinsing her body. The soft cloths drawing over her flesh in all the places he wanted to touch. This was so intimately new for him, to observe a female in her bath when he was not an integral part of it.

When her cleaning was complete, having blushed her way through certain aspects of it, he crept close again. His larger tanned hands, coming under her arms to slide against her dripping midriff. She sucked in a breath as his claws moved teasingly higher to brush against straining rosy peaks.

His mouth found the side of her neck, lapping and kissing over the thundering of her pulse. "You are more beautiful than anything in this world" he breathed against the shell of her ear, his tongue darting out to tease the delicate whorl.

He cupped her breast fully, causing her to cry out, "Toga!". He growled softly, the sound pouring over her like glycerin, easing her movements, slowing her. She turned her head and pressed her wet cheek against his own dry one.

Toga captured her lips easily, his tongue lapping over them, parting the pink softness that trembled against him. Her hands crept upwards, behind her to twine around his neck, pulling his high tail free of it's restraints.

His tongue slid along hers, slowly, softly, a whisper of touch and taste that made her body shudder and her stomach drop to that fluttery place. Her tongue slid over one of his curved canines, teeth all to sharp to be construed as innocent. She pressed the tip of her tongue against the point.

Toga growled and clutched her tightly as the crimson sweetness of her blood slid over his tongue. With gentle coaxing strokes, he drew the wounded appendage into his mouth and suckled lightly, then with growing suction as she moaned in his arms.

He traced his tongue over the roof of her mouth and over her own smaller, less dangerous canines. She'd managed to capture his upper lip and nibbled on it lightly as he caressed her lower one. They parted with moist lips and ragged breaths.

Toga studied the still steaming water that did nothing to hide her body from him. His hand stole downward to caress her stomach and then her thighs. He watched her as his fingers slid to that heated heart of her. Her eyes closed and her head fell back against him. He pressed his nose to the crook of her neck as he stroked against the water resistant slickness he'd found. That he had created.

He wanted to taste that part of her, had refrained knowing that the innocent were often frightened by such a level of sensation and intimacy. He didn't want to wait any longer, she trusted him and he was certain that she'd not stop him.

Pulling from her slowly, he rose. She looked up at him in no small amount of confusion. He was leaving her like this? He smiled at her as he began to strip his remaining garments away. She blushed and looked away, still shy of seeing him so easy in his skin. He chuckled, and reached over to collect a drying cloth. He helped her up and wrapped the material around her securely.

She understood then and stepped back to allow him to enter the small tub. He looked ridiculous in the small thing. She giggled as he cursed softly. "When we are home you will not have such a sorry bath" he told her matter of factly. She looked at his face, "Home?". He nodded, settling as best he could, "Yes. Home. The north. Although I wish to visit my family in the west before we settle".

She smiled softly, he had called it home and spoke of them as we. She hoped that meant he understood that she had no intention of changing her mind. She supposed some people might frown on her relations with the handsome demon, however in her heart she couldn't see them as wrong.

She loved him after all and only wanted to share her life with him and all that was in it. From what he'd said, he felt the same way but some strange sense of honor kept him from making this arrangement permanent. She hoped he'd change that soon.

With gentle hand and caressing strokes, she bathed the muscular body. Lifting his hair, she let it fall over her shoulder and out of her way. Toga enjoyed her being so close, these were the very things that in his culture a mate should do. Bathe and tend him. She did it very well. He made a mental note to make certain he let her do this more often. Maybe every night.

As she cleaned, she massaged, easing the tension of his sparring from wide shoulders and curved biceps. "You enjoyed your exercise?" she asked softly, near his ear. He grunted, "Yes. I hate being at sea" he told her. She smiled against his skin and he felt it.

"What did you think of it?" he asked her suddenly. She pulled back to blink at him, "The sea?" she asked. Toga nodded. Aislin was silent for a moment, "It was…..overwhelming" she whispered, "Endless and deep, unfathomable". She met his gaze, "Like your eyes".

Realizing she'd said it aloud she blushed and turned away to continue her task. He felt warm at her words. Noting the blush he chuckled, and caressed her cheek, "So bashful" he murmured. She leaned into his touch and smiled, "One day maybe you will be the bashful one" she teased. His brows rose and he laughed, "Unlikely little one".

She shrugged and rinsed the thick lather from him, "There you are my lord" she told him as she stood and turned from him, "You smell like a woman now". Her tone was light and filled with humor and he reacted to it. Rising from the small tub, spilling water over the edge to catch her to him.

Toga rumbled in her ear, "As long as it's you I don't care". Aislin spun in his arms to press herself against his hard length reveling in the strength that this magnificent body housed. Lifting her against his chest, he made his way to the wide bed.

Aislin felt the soft silks and linens rise up to meet her even as his weight came down atop her, cushioned and caught on his forearms. Her purple eyes were misty with passion and soft with emotion when they locked with his. That look alone made him burn with desire.

She tried to roll him over but he caught her wrists above her head and pressed himself fully against her. She could feel the evidence of his want pressed firmly against her core. Separated by the thin cloth between them. Toga felt her heat through it. It would be a simple matter to ease it aside and plunder that which would belong to him anyway.

He refused to do that much. He couldn't. Not yet. The scenting of her body, the temporary marks, these were things that bound them yes, but would fade in time should she wish it so. At this point he was merely stacking the deck in his favor, but the choice would ultimately be left to her.

He let himself grind against her however, in a mockery of what he wished. She moaned at the contact, her body feeling like a thousand incandescent lights moved behind her eyelids and over her flesh. Toga nuzzled along her neck, lightly nipping his mark, lathing it with slow open mouth kisses afterward.

He feasted on her breasts, listening to her keen and whimper for him. She cried for him, moaned and shivered for him. Tonight he would have more. He wanted screams and bone deep shudders to spill over her and from her. He stroked his hand over her slick petals and she lifted her hips towards his questing hand.

His fingers must be magical to make her feel this way and she panted for breath as her need grew. The coil in her stomach was tightening even now. She licked along his corded neck, nipping his flesh making him growl in approval. She responded like any good inu bitch should.

Before she could find that shining peak he withdrew from her. She whimpered at the loss of him and he kissed her. "Lay back" he commanded, his voice a husky whisper in the darkening room. Around them the small lanterns cast a golden glow, burnishing them in low, warm light.

She felt him nip over her breasts again and then across her stomach. When his tongue dipped into her navel her eyes went wide and she made a small strangled sound. Unsure now of what he was doing but liking it all the same.

Toga was drowning in the scent of her, the sweetness clinging to his palate as he deeply inhaled. Her little hands were clutching in his silvery fall of hair and her chest heaved with the labor of her breaths. Golden eyes peered at her over the trembling white flesh.

"Toga?" she asked softly, a slight tremor in her voice. He kissed her stomach softly, a low rumbling starting in his chest. "Shh, it's ok Aislin. Just trust me" he whispered against her navel. She gulped slightly and nodded. Her grip on his lessened slightly and he slowly ran his hand down to the wet heat of her core, teasing and touching in a most delicious way.

Aislin soon forgot her doubts, caught up in that rapturous cloud he set her afloat on. He pressed a nipping kiss to her inner thigh and she cried out softly, enjoying those fangs far more than she had any right too. He smirked against the soft leg and stared at her core.

The petals of her sex glistening with want. Pushing her thighs wider he settled himself to enjoy this newest level of intimacy with her. He blew lightly over the heated flesh, and she writhed, still lost in that soft haze.

The haze was ripped from her moments later, as his tongue touched her. Her eyes went wide as heat engulfed her. Toga parted her with his fingers, stroking in soothing motions even as his mouth descended to ravage her.

Aislin was writing and quaking beneath him, her breath coming harsh staccato pants, broken versions of his name bubbled up from her throat to dance around his ears. His tongue whorled through the vibrant folds, sliding along the deeper pink.

Her body responded viciously, the ambrosia of her sex spilling forth to tease over his lips and tongue as her frame went tight and shook. He pressed his mouth more firmly against her, growling, letting the vibrations roll through her. She was close now, so close.

His tongue flickered over her pearl until she sobbed for him, then slid lower to press swiftly into her. His tongue curled within that warm channel, before sliding slowly, teasingly from her. Only to repeat the action. His fang grazed over her pearl and she shattered in his hands. His own control coming perilously close to breaking.

Toga drank from her greedily, using softer, more delicate touches to soothe her back from that high place. Through it all, his rumbling was a constant, soft sound of soothing affection. He pressed his cheek to her stomach watching her expression as the bliss slowly faded to the warmth of this afterglow.

Aislin focused and calmed her breathing. She had never felt so… incredible and she knew it was only because of him. Her hands had relaxed in his hair and she became aware that she was lightly stroking his hair. An unconscious action that had become habit.

Toga crept up her body to cover her with his own, pressing kisses to her jaw. She surprised him when she forced his lips to hers and initiated a hot, carnal kiss that made the demon's toes curl. She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips and tongue and that made his harden more than he'd already been.

He groaned at the discomfort but wasn't about to leave her to fix it. Not yet. She broke the kiss and met his eyes, "You are amazing" she whispered to him, and he kissed her temple, pleased with her praise.

They were silent for long minutes and finally, shyly she spoke. "Toga, what you did….. Well…..um…can…" she stammered. Toga chuckled, "We will do it again…often" he told her, effectively cutting her off. She blushed, happy to know that but that had not been what she wanted to know. Clearing her throat she tried again, "What I wanted to ask" she began, "Was if you will let me try……..o-on you". The last was softly said if he'd been human he would have missed it.

Of course he was willing to let her try, however he would not have asked it of her. Not at this point. "I will" he murmured hoarsely. Aislin smiled up at him, the sight stealing his thoughts from his head. She urged him onto his back and he took her with him.

She kissed his lips softly, "I do not know how" she said, admitting the obvious, "But I want to please you as you have pleased me". Her words warmed him and he nuzzled her jaw tenderly. He watched her as she began her descent of nipping kisses.

Toga reigned in his control tightly as his inner inu howled with triumph. "I will tell you when I am close" he whispered to her, knowing that she might not like the taste of him. It was something she could learn in time. She blinked up at him quizzically, "Why?" she asked.

Her naïveté made him smile, "So that you can pull away and not taste me. I think it is too soon for that" he told her. She blushed at his blunt words, then shook her head, moving lower. He felt her moist breath puff against his burgeoning erection and clenched his jaw. "But I want to" she told him.

Toga hissed in pleasure as she kissed and licked the pulsing head of his, already droplets of pre-cum were easing from the slit. Aislin tasted the salty spice of him and her tongue unerringly traced it's course to the source. Toga let his eyes fall closed as her tongue teased that delicate area.

Her mouth closed over his head and she sucked lightly, running her tongue along the edge. Toga gripped the bedding and growled soft commands to her, "Use your hand Aislin. Stroke me and take me further into your mouth".
Aislin did as he asked, taking as much of his as she could and wrapping her slim fingers around what she couldn't fit. Mouth and hand worked in tandem on his thick flesh. Giving him this pleasure was no easy task, he was almost too large for her mouth to stretch around, but the sounds he was making overcame all else. "Yes… that's it….uhn" he groaned.

Toga grunted as she worked him, his hips coming upward as she descended. He pulled her hair into his claws and out of his line of vision so that he could watch the hardness of himself being taken in and spat back out by the woman kneeling between his thighs.

She was a quick learner and the demon knew he'd not last much longer under her care. "Aislin… I am close" his panted out. She refused to move her head, from him, keeping a firm grip on him lest he try to escape her. The thought of her ability bring him to this point was vastly pleasing to her and she moaned around him in her own pleasure.

The soft vibrating sound shot down his length and his release began. The hot wave rising from the pit of his stomach, his body growing painfully hard as flesh tightened, propelling his seed up and out of his body and into the soft mouth of the woman who'd stolen his heart.

Aislin jerked slightly when the hot liquid streams burst from him and hit the roof of her mouth, but she understood enough to know she could swallow or choke. She worked her throat, taking the streams deep within her.

His taste was salty and held the spice that was him and the tang that captured his wildness. It was not the most delicious thing, but not displeasing at all. She chased away Toga's concerns as she gently licked him clean. She sat back on her heels to meet his gaze, blushing furiously at how wanton she'd been. Her look of innocent embarrassment was undermined however by the milky sheen clinging to her lower lip.

Toga eyed that wetness and growled, a primal lusty sound and pulled her against his chest, his long tongue sweeping out to clean the smear from her soft lips. She'd actually taken him, swallowed his release. While she was not the first to do so, as such an action proclaimed the acceptance of dominance… he wanted her to be the last.

He turned on his side and tucked her against his body, nuzzling her hair as she drifted off to sleep. "Toga?" she asked, her voice heavy with sleep. He kissed her brow, "Hn?". She tucked her head beneath his chin, rewarded by a squeeze, "Was it….." She wanted to know, too shy to ask.

Toga stroked her back gently, his claws raising good bumps, "It was perfect".