Chronicles of the West

Chapter Fifty Three

Silvana sat in the library with Victor. She listened as he and Satoru laid out various possibilities to her. She was trying to focus on what they were saying but her head was full of worry. Adus was coming to the palace. He would see her and then the truth would come out. What would they think of her?

Satoru was far too perceptive for her peace of mind. "You aren't hearing any of this are you?" he asked her. She blushed and locked eyes with him. He sighed, "What is the trouble?". She looked very ill at ease. With a shuddering breath she told the two people, she was certain would never judge.

Satoru sat silently for a long while after. "Hmm" He said finally, "Well it isn't good, but it is not the end of the world either". She looked up from her clasped hands, "It isn't?". He chuckled softly, "Hardly". She searched his gaze, "But the family, they will think badly of me" she blurted out.

Satoru eyed her carefully, measuring his words before he spoke, "In case you've not noticed, we are not exactly angels and innocents ourselves. A person's past is not something that binds their future. Do you understand?". His voice was soft and soothing. She looked unconvinced. "Whatever happens, we will stand by you" Victor told her. Satoru nodded at once.

She sighed and gave a shaky smile. She nearly leapt from her seat when the door was thrown open. Ryu stood framed in the entrance, "Time table has moved up" he said to Victor. The burgundy haired man nodded at once.

Ryu barely glanced at Silvana as he sat down, but took her hand beneath the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "What have we got?" he asked. Victor turned the journal to him, pointing out various things to him. "The answer it appears could be very simple" he said.

Ryu listened as they rehashed the ideas for him. Silvana was able to latch onto a few this time. "So we route the power through an object and back to her?" Ryu asked. They nodded, "It might just be that easy" Satoru told him. Ryu's ear flickered slightly, "How will we know?" he asked.

Victor blushed slightly, "Ah… it would have to be tested, maybe more than once until we get it right" he blurted out. Ryu's brows rose, "Test how?" he demanded. Satoru rolled his eyes, "If we have to tell you Ryu, maybe you need more help than I thought".

Ryu growled at the joke, "Not funny. All it takes it one mistake and then everything we're doing here is for nothing" he pointed out angrily. Victor hurried to soothe him, "No, not at all. You must not mark her" he said.

Ryu blinked, his confusion most obvious. Satoru nodded, "You can of course conduct your…testing… without the mark. Your youkai understands what your intentions are towards one another and so the flow of power should occur, however the mark is what would make it eternal. So we try and see what happens".

Silvana blushed to the roots of her hair. Ryu noticed the distinctly pink hue of her flesh and slapped a hand to her forehead, "You sick?" he asked. Satoru lifted a brow, "I get the feeling that sharing such intimate facets of your….personal life is a bit embarrassing to her" he speculated. Ryu smirked, "Well, I guess that is something she is gonna have to get over, at least until we get it right" he said.

This was not how he had envisioned it, but there was little choice now. He had to hurry and make certain that his intent was clear to everyone. He would not give her up to Adus, not to anyone.

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Alastair surveyed the data he'd gathered. The last two opponents caught his interest. Both bore the silver hair of the house of Taisho and both seemed to understand the purpose of his creations. Why, the arrogant demons had the audacity to speak to him through them.

One was a demon of exceptional power. This would be the ruler. Sesshoumaru, lord of the west. The father of those who'd stolen the elemental bitch from him. And the other, while similar in appearance his power fluctuated wildly. Half dark, half light. This one was most interesting to him. Alastair found himself checking his formulas. Which was the better candidate?

Against the wall, caged demons lay still. Sealed. He heard them though, the whimpers of pain, the hisses of anger. Snapping his fingers he silently commanded two of his servants to bring one to the high table before him.

He had parts of an unfortunate shadow demon strewn across the table. He was going to try something tonight. He grinned down at the little kitsune that lay wide eyed staring up at him. "You aren't very old" he said, and then shrugged, "You'll do".

The kitsune's eyes squeezed shut as the large blade fell across him. Limbs severing in horrific pain. Blood was gathering in the grooves of the table, spilling to fill the carved circle. The kitsune was dying and Alastair moved a little more quickly.

As the circled began to glow, he grinned madly and lifted a few strands of hair over the bloody remains. "Now to see what happens" he whispered. He dropped the strands to merge with his new creation, watching the silver glint as it floated to join his beast.

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Daishi set aside her reading and stared out the window. It was getting late. Dinner had ended and everyone was quiet, preoccupied. Even Shippo. Shippo, she hardly wanted to think of him. For to do so was to invite that lingering heat back.

Already her stomach felt tight and her breasts felt heavy. With a sigh, she plucked up her sleeping gown and headed through the tall doors leading to her bath. The hot water was sure to soothe tense muscles and make her drowsy.

She soaped herself and her hair, rinsing in the cooler water before wading into the steaming water. The water was not clear but filled with so many small oxygen bubbles that looked almost clouded. It felt like heaven against her skin.

She leaned back against the edge and closed her eyes. Letting her breath out in a soft sigh. So many things happening, so much to think about and all she could focus on was clawed hands and a hot mouth that did delightful things to her. She groaned and tried to think about solutions to the abundant problems at hand.

Shippo entered their chambers and noticed that Daishi was not there. Her scent lingered and his green eyes took in the fact that the bathing door was slightly open. With a grin, he removed his outer haori and inner robe, leaving only his hakamas in place.

He moved to the door and pushed it wider, taking in the image of his mate surrounded by steam. A cooler towel folded on top of her head. Her nose twitched slightly and her eyes opened slowly. "So here you are" she said softly.

Was there ever a male as breathtaking as he? Outside of his family? They were pale and silvery and almost angelic in appearance. Not Shippo. He was bright and vibrant and as hot as the fire of his hair. He was quite earthy from what she could tell.

Shippo shut the door behind him, and his hands moved to the tie of his pants. Daishi looked away as the material fell with a soft swish to the wooden floor. Shippo saw the blush that covered her cheeks and there was the smallest amount of fear present in her scent.

He waded into the hot water until it covered him to his hips. "Daishi" he called in a sing song voice, "Are you frightened of me?". She shook her head in the negative and he smiled softly as her eyes moved to him. He held out his hand to her, "Then come and greet your mate" he whispered.

Daishi slowly rose to her feet and moved towards him, laying her soft hand within his palm. Shippo's fingers curled over hers lightly as he drew her closer. His nose brushing her temple, nuzzling softly. Another scent reached his nose then, the faint scent of her arousal.

"Tell me Daishi" he asked, "Did you enjoy last night?". He knew the answer of course, but wished her to admit it aloud. She blushed hotly again, "Y…yes" she managed to say. He pressed a kiss to her brow. "Good".

Shippo wanted her to be accustomed to his body and so he took both of her hands in his and set her palms on his chest. He flexed his pectoral under her fingers, causing her to blink up at him in wonder. He did it again and she smiled.

Covering her hands with his own, he slowly moved her tender palms over his chest and across his stomach. Daishi felt the hard heat of his flesh move smoothly under her and her own body warmed in response. Her eyes locked with his as he ventured further beneath the water.

Daishi's fingertips brushed against the short red curls of his groin and she stiffened slightly. "Don't be worried. This body is yours to explore" he said softly, feeling the flames of desire leap high. Daishi paused for a moment more and then her hand moved to touch the hard length of his sex.

Her touch was light and hesitant at first. Shippo's hands fell away from hers and he let her move on her own. Her fingertips swept over his sensitive tip and he made a small sound, his eyes falling closed. She watched his expression as she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed softly.

Shippo groaned and she released him at once, "I'm sorry" she said, "I didn't mean to…". He pressed a finger to her lips and silenced her. "You didn't hurt me" he assured her, "It felt good Daishi. Your touch, feels good".

She blinked at him, licking lips gone dry. "Can I….. What I mean is, will you…" she stammered. Shippo caught her chin and kissed her softly, "What is it that you want?" he asked her. Se blushed to the high heavens and swallowed, finding her voice. "May I see it?" she asked softly.

Shippo nodded, his expression warm but solemn. Gently he led her to the edge of the spring and stood bared to her eyes. Daishi's green eyes went wide at seeing him. It was large, maybe too large. She looked up at him to voice her concerns and he shook his head, "It's fine" he told her.

Reaching out with trembling fingers, she touched him. The flesh jerked in response bringing a small smile to her face. Her fingertips traced over the soft shaft, velvety and hard. Up and over his bright head, that seemed so swollen that it shone.

Her claws danced lightly over the thick blue vein that ran the length of him. Shippo closed his eyes as her touch skittered over him. When her fingers closed over him again he gave a small moan. Daishi looked up and saw that he was watching her through slitted eyes.

Slowly, he curled his hand around hers and showed her how to caress him. Their hands moving in a slow pumping motion. Daishi took over then, and his hand fell away. His head fell back and his eyes closed as his hips moved slowly, softly against her hand.

Daishi was fascinated by this of course, for Shippo seemed to enjoy it greatly. "Shippo?" she asked, her voice soft and husky. Her scent stronger now. He opened his eyes to stare at her, before lowering his mouth to hers.

His tongue tangled with hers as her hand moved softly between them. His fang caught her lower lip in a gentle bite, tugging in time with her hand before his tongue swirled against hers again. Her heart raced in her chest and Shippo growled softly to her.

"You must stop Daishi" he whispered to her, his voice hoarse with need. She looked up at him, "Why?" she asked. Shippo grunted against the desire and cupped her face with one hand, stilling her motions with the other. "Because you will bring me to my release". She blinked. Release was that wonderful feeling he'd given her the night before. She'd given him nothing.

She moved her hand again. Shippo rumbled softly, "Daishi" he said in a tight voice. Her hand continued to stroke him, "Is it wrong?" she asked him, her voice uncertain. He shook his head, drawing her closer to him, "No. Nothing we do will ever be wrong" he assured her. She smiled and licked her lip, his eyes following that small movement. "Then let me".

Shippo leaned against the edge of the bath and allowed her to stroke him, her hands tightening against him every once in a while. Shippo's claws dug into the wooden flooring and his head fell back. He was panting now, his breaths bringing him the now heavy scent of her arousal.

Daishi felt the moisture on her hand and looked down to see clear droplets slip from his tip. Her thumb captured in and smeared it over the bright head, earning her a hiss from her mate. His scent was wrapping around her, making the world seem distant.

His hips moved upwards against her fingers and soon his voice reached her in small broken bursts, "Dai- Daishi…..close…so close……don't stop……faster". She obeyed and watched as Shippo's bliss overwhelmed him, his eyes glowing, his fangs elongating slightly.

The flesh in her grip, tensed and seemed to grow larger, although fractionally. She watched as the slit adorning his sex erupted with smooth bursts of milky liquid. Instinct drove her and she gently continued until none remained. Her grip slick with his fluids as he called her name.

Daishi stared at her hands in wonder, taking in the slickness that coated her fingers and her palm. The warmth of it, the scent, that was Shippo and something primal. Her core contracted and throbbed. Shippo lifted himself to watch her.

She knew what the fluid was, that this was the source of pups. Shippo's seed. The scent whispered at long forgotten memories. Pain and fear, and the gagging scent of essence on her body. She lowered her hands to the water and washed it away. That was not Shippo's scent. Shippo had not hurt her, would not do such terrible things to her.
Shippo took in the far away look that claimed her eyes a moment later. "Daishi?" he whispered. She blinked and lowered her hands before him, "The scent. I recall a scent like this" she whispered back. Shippo moved against her, and she did not retreat. Bring her face to his, he searched her eyes, "Not mine" he told her and she nodded, "My scent is not a scent of fear and pain".

She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him pull her flush against him. He kissed her brow, her eyes, her nose, and then captured her lips once more. A slow, burning slide of lips and only the barest brush of his tongue to hers. "Mine is the scent of a lover".

She clung to him, her arousal retuning in a swift rush. Shippo, pressed wet kisses along her cheekbone to her jaw, nibbling the tender area just behind. Her head fell to the side, cradled by his palm. His fangs brushed over her throat, soothing the fevered flesh with hot laps of his tongue.

She moaned his name and Shippo slowly lowered her to the edge of the bath in his place. Her lower half above the rippling water. "Daishi" he breathed against her shoulder, "Let me touch you". She swallowed, her need a burning, grinding sensation in her lower belly.

Locking his eyes with hers, he traced his fingertips over her breasts and then suckled at them, making her arch against him. Those tender brushes dipped lower, across her stomach, tracing soothing circles on the pale flesh there.


Daishi's head fell to his shoulder as he pressed kisses to her ear. His fingers moved to her inner thighs, teasing in upwards spirals, preparing her for the inevitability of his touch. His fingers ghosted over the soft folds, damp with passion and she gasped at the touch.

Shippo drew back to meet her eyes and then his wandering hand returned. Cupping her, sliding his thick middle finger along the wet crease. That same finger delved deeper to part her folds and then trailed upwards to press against her pearl.

Daishi cried out softly, her eyes going wide at the burst of pleasure that followed. He repeated the movement and her eyes fluttered. A fetching blush spreading across her cheeks and chest. Shippo's hand shifted and his thumb circled the little nub, as his fingers stroked softly through her folds.

She panted and whimpered and he reveled in the sounds, the scent, the slickness of her body. Her hips moved against his hand, and he caught her to him in a burning kiss. His hand keeping it's tormenting slow teasing steady.

"Sh…Shippo!" she panted, her breaths coming in staccato bursts as though she was unable to draw a proper breath. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on her lithe body, and Shippo dipped his head into the cradle of her shoulder.

He whispered to her, soft encouragements and endearments. His voice and his body pushing her higher and higher towards that starry plain. She gripped him tightly and he licked his way across her collarbone to tease her breasts. He wanted to taste her, to possess that place that gave off her scent the strongest.

Her whimpers increased in frequency and his mouth moved over her stomach. She was lost in sensation, needing something and she writhed against him. Suddenly his hands vanished from her core and she gave a small sound of protest.

Shippo's mouth covered her a moment later, his tongue moving through the wet folds to curl over her pearl of passion. Then dipped lower to teased her entrance before moving back to the apex of her womanhood. He flicked it relentlessly and she sobbed his name. Shippo slowly eased a single finger into her body. Her breath came in a high pitched hiss, her body meeting him with a surge of moisture. "Shippo! I don't…" she panted. He growled against her core, letting the vibration shoot through her.

Shippo slowly pressed higher within her, palm to the sky and curled his finger. He pressed that hidden spot as he suckled at her pearl. Her head thrashed against the wooden floor, her hands gripping his bright hair as her hips arched against him. She felt that inner coil wind tight and then the world exploded around her. She shrieked his name, and it bounced off the walls. He remained in place long enough to catch her release.

Shippo pressed his body over hers as she trembled and quaked in the aftermath of her powerful release. His weight and warmth soothing to her. His soft rumbles cutting the silence and reminding her that he was there.

Through it all, he held her. Her taste lingered on his tongue and he licked his lips. She was addictive, he decided. He pressed soft kisses to her temple as he waited for her to rejoin him on earth. At this rate, she'd be fully claimed soon.

Her arms were tight around him as she drifted on the edge of sleep. Shippo scooped her against him and slowly lowered her into the water, rinsing away the evidence of their passion. Shippo carried her from the bath, and lightly toweled her dry.

She nuzzled against him as he did so and he chuckled softly. As he settled her in their large bed, she spoke, "Thank you Shippo". He pulled her into his side and tucked his face against her shoulder, "For what?" he asked.

She stroked his arm that was banded around her middle, "For showing me that it can be wonderful" she shyly replied. He kissed her ear and breathed deeply of the mingling scents, "That is a husband's duty Daishi. Go to sleep now".