Red

Red Claim

Warning: Menstruation sex.

The golden-eyed self is small, cowering inside now. He wants this, as much as I do, but he has always been afraid of it, afraid to take. I am not afraid. I take. The bitch's mouth is moist against my sweaty palm. I don't dare remove it yet, lest she wake the others out of some misguided sense of fear or loyalty to the coward hanyou. I am he and so much more than he, I want to tell her. But I keep my silence.

Her eyes are heavy-lidded now, pooling with desire, though she might deny it to herself. I feel a spark of pleasure that she is brave enough to keep from shutting them. My cock, doglike, throbs for release.

As my fingers play inside her tender red core, she softens, and I find I enjoy her arousal. Come, bitch, give yourself to me. How is it she lures me from the thrill of conquest to this appeal? I feel my weaker self press forward. I snarl. No, this is still my game; she is my bitch.

I slip my fingers from her, though my knees still pin her thighs wide. I lick and suckle them while she watches, a babe with the mother's milk it never tasted. Terrible, motherless youkai. The sight is too much for her and her eyes flicker closed. The hanyou retreats again.

Reaching into my hakama, I grasp my treasure. So hard, its head as angry-red as my eyes. "You want this," I growl, a command that gets her to open those eyes again. Panting, I poise myself over her, at last claiming her mouth with mine. She tastes of adrenalin, of fire. I thrust inside, tongue and cock, filling her as she is made to be filled. She screams into my mouth, and I devour it all.

I fuck her, and our blood selves meet as they are meant to, in heat and need. She is mine.