Teach Me, Train Me, Tame Me

Sanaa had often heard her mother speak of him. About how the tall, radiant, elegant youkai that had charmed her heart. Tenmaru, that was his name. A master swordsman who had found himself in the foreign land of India in search of a finely crafted weapon that the old youkai, Totosai, had told him about. He was traveling in the thick woods of the Himalayan Mountains on his way to meet the blacksmith, when he first laid eyes upon her. There she was out in the secret parts of the forest, bathing in the Ganga River. A beautiful brown-skinned woman with alluring curves and long, raven tresses that cascaded down to the upper part of her back. He knew the foreign beauty was of the human race, but that didn’t concern him even though his clan forbade the mixing of youkai and humans. The exotic beauty intrigued him to the point that he had to take a closer look.

Tenmaru stealthily sneaked through the vast array of trees until he came to a thick line of bushes that bordered the pathway just above the river. He ducked behind the shield of shrubbery, his presence unknown to the woman whose name he would learn to be Sati. Up close, she was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Two, beautiful, almond shaped dark brown eyes that twinkled when the sunlight hit them. A pair of plump lips that Tenmaru envisioned as being as soft as the feather of a dove. Her skin was an odd color. He had never seen anyone with brown skin until today. Still, it was undeniably beautiful as the water beaded on it causing it to glisten in the late afternoon sun. Her breasts perky, nipples erect from the chilling mixture of water and wind. In his eyes, Sati was beautiful beyond compare.

Tenmaru stripped himself of his armor and made himself more comfortable in the grass as he watched the human female, born of African father and Indian mother, continue to bathe. He could feel himself shift in his hakama. His youkai had become agitated and was ignited by the scene in front of him. It was impatient and had an intense desire to pleasure both her and himself. ‘Maybe This Tenmaru should go see if she needs help cleaning those hard-to-reach areas?’ he lustfully thought in his brain, only to abandon the thought as he somehow found it improper.

It wasn’t much longer before Sati had finished her bath. She climbed out of the water and redressed in a yellow and pink sari that had been lying on the ground. She picked up the rest of her belongings and began to walk down the path. ‘This Tenmaru must know the name of such a rare beauty,’ Tenmaru thought as he quickly put his armor back on and began to follow her direction.

Sati could sense someone nearby. She could feel the electricity of the person sending chills all over her skin. The presence was getting closer and closer. She stopped. “Who’s there?” she called out to the woods. No reply. Sati looked around her cautiously before drawing a dagger from inside of her sari. “Who’s there?” she repeated, “Bhuta? Manushya ka? Whomever you might be, reveal yourself.” That was his cue. Tenmaru leapt from the tree he had been hiding in to make his presence known to a startled Sati. “Who are you?” she inquired holding the dagger out to him in a threatening manner. Tenmaru smirked that the human female. He was both pleased and surprised that she did not quiver in fear as would most human women upon being in contact with a demon. He could tell that she was almost fearless if not completely fearless. He liked that a lot. Very fitting for the mate of a daiyoukai to have that quality.

“I am called Tenmaru, the Hebi no Taisho of the Southern Japanese Lands.” Sati quirked a brow.

“Japan you say. What brings you to India? More importantly, what brings you around me?”

“I was traveling through these woods in search of a sword, M’Lady. However, I never expected to find a mate along the way.” Sati narrowed her eyes at the serpent youkai.

“Mate?”

“Hai onna, a mate. You.”

“I refuse to mate a bhuta. Be off.”

“I cannot do that. I would forever curse myself as a fool if I let someone as lovely as you pass by me.”

“You are a fool. You speak of mating yet you don’t even know my name.”

“My apologies for my rudeness. What, might I ask, is your name?”

“It is of no concern to you. Now let me pass.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?”

“This Tenmaru said ‘No’.”

“How dare you say no to me? Who do you think you are? You don’t know me well enough to refuse my wishes like that.”

“You are right. I do not know you at all, but I would like to get to know you-“, he paused to look over her hungrily. His youkai now controlling his thoughts and speech, “-I would like to know you in more ways than one.” His sexual response caused Sati to become a little annoyed. He spoke of mating her, yet he knew nothing of her. He knew not of what she liked, loved, or hated. He didn’t know what her favorite food or color was. He didn’t know a damn thing about her except that she was flattering to the eyes.

“Just why do you envision me as your mate?” Tenmaru grinned wickedly at her question.

“You must not be a human at all, but a water nymph; For I have never seen a woman bathing look so beautiful.” Upon hearing his response, Sati’s stomach began to turn. He had been watching her as she bathed. She had been seen during one of her most private moments. She not only felt violated, but a little embarrassed as well.

“Perverted dog,” she hissed, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each hurried breath as her anger began to rise.

“This Tenmaru was captivated by you. I couldn’t help but be drawn into-“

“GUMARAHA ADAMI!” Sati cried as she ran at him, the dagger firmly in her fist ready to slice the youkai into bits. Tenmaru was quick to react and stepped to the side, out of the boiling hot woman’s path. Sati growled, upset that she had missed. Tenmaru smirked in a way that she felt he was mocking her. She became even more angry. She ran at him again, the blade of the dagger pointed at him, but like before, he was able to dodge her. Sati attempted to wound the serpentine youkai again, but this time, Tenmaru caught her arm in mid swing. The blade of the weapon only inches away from his face. He quickly grabbed her other arm before she had the chance to strike. “Release me!”

“No, for you will attempt to slay This Tenmaru.”

“Can you fault me?! You shouldn’t have been spying!”

“You shouldn’t have been bathing in public.”

“Why you arrogant ass h-”

“Why are you so upset? You should be honored that a daiyoukai would desire a human woman, such as you, as his mate.”

“You only have lust for me. Your longing to be with me is not motivated by love but of your need to satisfy your loins. Dharma is what you desire from me. Nothing more!”

“Is there something wrong with that? That is how living things reproduce. Isn’t reproduction essential in order for things to continue to exist?” Sati growled as she continued to struggle against his hold, still trying to stab him with the dagger. “Come with This Tenmaru. I am certain that I will have no trouble falling love with one as feisty as you.”

“No. This Sati refuses!”

“You have no choice in the matter. This Tenmaru has already decided that you will be mine and This Tenmaru always gets what he wants. You must want to be mine as well, for you said that we could not mate until I knew your name, Sati.” She immediately stopped upon hearing him say her name. She stared into his purple colored, almond shaped eyes and saw a genuineness that she did not expect to see from a youkai. It was something about the way he looked at her and the tone in which he purred her name that sent chills down her spine. She was about to make another sassy remark when Tenmaru stopped her by pulling her body flush against his own and crashing his lips into hers. Sati began to struggle again as he kissed her. His long tongue snaking in between her pillow lips. Soon, the struggling stopped. Her body relaxed in his embrace. Sati knew she had grudgingly submitted to him when the dagger fell loosely from her hand, landing erect into the soil of the earth. Tenmaru knew that she was now his and had no more barriers preventing him from taking her right where she stood.


It wasn’t long before the gorgeous Indian native’s sari was cast to the earth beneath them, along with the Japanese man’s armor and clothing. His weight pressed her firmly into the fertile soil as he began to slowly slide in and out of her existence. Sati let out a few pleased sighs as she stared into the crystal blue sky above her. His tender, pink lips scorched every inch of brown flesh that they came in contact with. His tongue leaving a wet trail all over her body. Her nipples finding their way in between his lips, being nicked and nibbled by a set of pearly white fangs. Beads of sweat trickled down his body, landing on top of her blazing skin. Her nails clawing away into the Indian soil below her. His labored breathing in her ear as he whispered “Sati” in a voice so soft that she almost mistook it as the Himalayan winds. Her moaning encouraging him to go deeper. Harder. Faster. She marked him. Those temporary scratches of pleasure on his back let every woman know that he now belonged to her. Her cries of pleasure echoing off the mountain told all of India that she now belonged to him. Sakura blossoms blowing all around them, landing in strands of black and dark purple hair. He held onto her tightly, her body practically welding against his. Both dripping sweat and panting, on the verge of a climatic finish. She announced her end to him with a loud cry. He responded by colliding his lips with hers again, his tongue muffling her screams of pleasure and ecstasy. She closed around him bringing about his own climax. He removed his lips from hers, letting his voice sing the melody of love to the heavens. Mental state hazy with erotic desire for her, he marked her on the left side of her neck, giving her Sanaa a few seconds later.


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“Rise and shine sleepy head,” the serpent hanyou softly said to her sleeping friend. It was late morning and Mitoko had yet to wake up. Sanaa found it strange for the child was usually up and about by now, running around with her ball playing with Sanaa or the children of the village. Both Sanaa and Naraku sat by the bed, fully dressed and waiting for the little girl to open her eyes. “Why won’t she wake up?” Sanaa asked in a concerned voice. She outstretched a hand to feel the child’s forehead. “She’s a little warm. I hope that she has not fallen ill.”

“Let her sleep,” Naraku coolly said, “she will only be an interruption to our lesson today anyway.” Sanaa cut him a glare, appalled by his insensitivity. She was about to scold him when Mitoko began to stir in bed.

“Sanaa-chan?” she asked in a sleepy voice. Sanaa warmly smiled at her.

“Good morning hime,”she greeted her young companinon.

“Good morning Sanaa-chan, Naraku-sama.”

“Umph,” was Naraku’s greeting. He was a little disappointed that the girl didn’t remain asleep.

“Are you feeling okay Mitoko? Your forehead is a little warm and children tend to sleep more when they are ill.” The child nodded her head at the hanyou.

“I feel okay.”

“You sure, baby?”

“Yes onee-san.” Sanaa couldn’t help but smile upon hearing her call her big sister again.

“Alright then. I’m glad that you feel okay. I made breakfast if you’re hungry.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Okay, then we should go get you something to eat. Kyo-san will be over later to take you to his village so you can spend some time with him, Aya, and Yonro.” Mitoko’s face turned into an expression of disappointment.

“I can’t spend the day with you?”

“No hime. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“Because Naraku and I have a lot of work to do.”

“What kind of work?”

“It’s very complicated to explain.”

“I’m smart. I might get it.”

“Trust me hime. You wouldn’t be interested in the work Naraku and I do.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s boring.”

“Excuse me?” Naraku interjected, slightly offended. Sanaa smiled nervously which earned a ‘hmph’ from him. Mitoko looked at both hanyous with a strange twinkle in her big brown eyes.

“You guys are odd,” she innocently declared.

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It was sunset when Aya’s brother came to pick up Mitoko for the evening. He informed both Sanaa and the child that it would be just him and Yonro that night, for Aya had been called to do an excorcism in a far away village. The twenty something human man also came with tons of questions for Sanaa about the demon he had heard his sister tell him about. “Aya told me that you were bedding a hanyou but I didn’t believe it,” he said with a sly grin, “how come you never bedded me? I’ve given you the opportunity on several occasions.” Sanaa gave him a sarcastic smirk back.

“Because you are my best friend’s older brother and that would be too weird. Plus there is the fact that you are not only a pervert, but a rolling stone as well.”

“Ouch. Harsh Sanaa.”

“What does bedding mean?” Mitoko asked with curious eyes. Sanaa gave Kyo a hard glare.

“Watch your language around her. She doesn’t need corrupting by the likes of you.” Kyo grinned and licked his lips.

“What if I don’t? Will you spank me as punishment?”

“Go!” Sanaa practically yelled at him. Kyo sighed deeply as he picked the child up into his arms.

“Bye bye onee-san!” Mitoko waved as they walked over to the wagon.

“Bye bye hime!” Sanaa called back with a huge smile and wave. Sanaa continued to stand on the porch, watching them until the wagon was out of sight.

Naraku waited impatiently in the constrictor’s bedroom, anxiously waiting for her to come join him. He wore only a black hakama and the red subjugation beads around his neck. Sanaa’s room was very dim, the only source of light coming from the dozens of lit, jasmine scented candles. The flowery smell filled his nose, soothing his senses and lowering his impatience by a degree. His eyes instantly averted to the screen door as it slid open. His eyes briefly widened upon seeing his sensei. She wore an all black kimono with a golden dragon design going across the chest and back. It was fully open, exposing the black cloth she wore underneath to contain her breasts and black underwear. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders and into her face a little. She looked very sexy to Naraku, but he was too stubborn to let her see his attraction to her. He forced himself to look indifferent. Red eyes holding a sense of apathy towards her. Sanaa said nothing as she walked over to him with a container of things in her hands. “What is in there?” he asked the woman, eyes fixed on the closed black container. Sanaa smiled.

“You’ll see. Are you ready to begin?” He replied with a small nod. “Good. Today’s lesson shall be about touch. I will show you the right way to touch a woman and ways that you can increase the sensation. Are you paying attention.”

“Hai sensei.”

“Good. Well, first off, you should know that foreplay is essential to any sexual session.

“Foreplay?”

“Yes. You know, caressing your lover’s chest, her stomach, in between her thighs, kissing her neck, whispering in her ear. Things like that. Foreplay is an excellent way to ignite your lover before intercourse and if you‘re really good at it, you will have your mate wetter than the Indian Ocean. I give you my word. ”

“Interesting.”

“Now it is true that likes and dislikes on foreplay vary among women, but I’m just going to give you a general concept. You more than likely won’t go wrong with this method.” Sanaa reached out and grabbed a hand to lead it to her breast. “This is one of a woman’s most potent erogenous zones. Spend extra time concentrating on your mate’s breasts during foreplay and don’t rush. The longer you make her wait for you, the hotter she will get. But, in contrast, don’t spend too much time in this area either.” Naraku stared at her chest entranced as he began to play with her breasts. Sanaa winced for he was squeezing too hard. “Don’t be so rough, oshiego,” she whispered into his ear. Naraku nodded and softened his motions. Sanaa closed her eyes to his touch. He was beginning to send electric waves throughout her. After another minute or so, he pulled away. “Very good,” Sanaa said with a smile.

“Arigato.”

“Next up, the neck. This is also a strong zone. Kisses, sucks, bites, nibbles, licking should all do the trick, but again, do not be too rough with your mate unless that is her preference. The stomach, hips, thighs, legs, and feet are all good stimulants. If you spend time on those areas, it will get your mate going as well. And lastly, the heat between a woman’s thighs. This is the most sensitive area on a woman’s body, obviously. Try not to scratch her with your claws when you touch her there and make sure to stimulate the clit.”

“Where’s that?” Sanaa sighed deeply at him with a smile.

’He truly has never done any foreplay before,’ she thought. She took his hand once again and led it past her underwear to her core. She guided his hand to the right place.

“Right there,” she said as he began to curiously rub his fingers against her. Sanaa bit back a moan and quickly removed his hand from her, Naraku’s eyes staring at her in protest. “So now that you know the basics of foreplay, I will show you how to make things even more sensual. Lie down.” Naraku nodded his head and positioned himself correctly on her bed. Sanaa opened the container and pulled out a long, black, silk scarf. She wrapped it around Naraku’s eyes, blinding him from the world.

“Why am I not allowed to see what you’re doing?”

“Because this lesson is about touch. Sometimes closing off one sense is a way to increase your other senses.” He felt her straddle him, her firm hips right above his man hood. His body became a little tense, not knowing what to expect from the female hanyou. Sanaa noticed and smiled warmly, though he could not see. She went up by his ear and whispered, “Relax,” in a soothing and seductive voice. She gently ran her hands up and down his bare chest, her touches calming him down. She ran her clawed pointer finger down the middle of his body to his belly button and back up again. She reached inside the black box she had brought with her and removed one of the items. Naraku shuddered as he felt a soft tingle move up and down his chest and abs.

“What is that?” he curiously asked.

“Just a feather.”

“A feather? Are you truthful?” Sanaa giggled.

“I’m not going to kill you while blindfolded, Naraku. Just relax and feel the sensations, okay?” Sanaa ran the soft, light, white dove feather down his forehead, nose, and lip. When she ran it over his neck, Naraku flinched and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Ticklish?” Sanaa assumed. He didn’t respond, which Sanaa interpreted as his way of saying yes. “Ahhh, and to think that the great Naraku-sama has a ticklish spot. Who would have thought?” She ran the feather over his neck again, earning the same reaction from him.

“Okay, enough of that,” he proclaimed, trying his best to maintain composure. Sanaa giggled at him. She eased off of him.

“Alright then. Let’s try something else. Turn over for me.” Naraku obeyed and flipped over to his other side. He heard her as she rambled around in the box and the sound of something over. She climbed back on him and moved the wavy pile of jet black hair out of her way. He gasped as he felt a warm liquid pour over his back. “This is an Indian oil that my grandmother created. She taught my mother how to make it and my mother taught me.”

“Mmm,” Naraku involuntary moaned as he felt the snake’s skilled hands slide up and down his back, making his skin slick and heated. He buried his face between his folded arms and completely relaxed into Sanaa’s sensual massage.

“Does it feel good, Naraku?”

“Hai.”

“Good.” She placed a little more oil on her fingers and began to slowly trace the spider mark on his back with her claws. “This is some mark. Is it a mark of your clan? Were you born with it?”

“You could say that.”

“Oh. You’ll have to tell me about it one day.”

“As you will have to tell me about the marks on your back and cheek.” Sanaa smirked to herself. She still was not ready to talk about her past with him and she doubted that she ever would be willing to share it with him.

“Turn back over,” she instructed, changing the subject. Naraku did as asked and rolled back over onto his back. He once again heard rustling and felt Sanaa as she climbed on top of him again. The shivered as he felt the next item touch him, which he already knew was ice. Sanaa glided the small frozen crystal up and down the center of his body until it melted against his fire hot skin. She took a second piece and that one quickly dissolved as well. When she picked up the third piece, she placed it inside of her mouth. She reached up and untied the scarf around Naraku’s eyes, so he could see what she was doing. After his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of he candles, he could see his sensei hovering over him with an ice crystal between her lips and a sneaky look in her eyes. His eyes held lust. Sanaa grinned for she could feel his lust underneath her hips. His long and hard lust.

“I’ve never thought of using ice as a stimulant,” he said. Sanaa continued to grin as she took the ice out of her mouth.

“Yeah? Well, I thought that you needed to cool off.” Naraku chuckled at her response. Sanaa chuckled too before replacing the crystal in her mouth. She used her tongue to glide the ice up and down his body, always putting in another crystal when the previous one would melt.

After a while she had gotten him so hot that he could barely stand it. He wanted to take her now. Right now. She had teased him several times, running the ice and her tongue down his center until she reached the waistband of his hakama, only to stop and go back up. Enough was enough. He grabbed her by her shoulders and flipped them over so that he was on top and she was on her back. “You tempt me too much Sanaa,” he growled into her ear, tightly gripping the sides of her kimono. Sanaa smirked up at him, purple eyes twinkling in the candlelight. She leaned up and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“I apologize for teasing you, but I’m glad to see that you get the concept of the sense touch.”

“Obviously.” She giggled.

“Good. Tomorrow you will learn about another important sense. Taste. But right now, it’s time to go to bed.”

“You mean you’re going to leave me like this?” Naraku asked, looking down at his erect member poking through his hakama.

“You know how to fix it.”

“I could if you would just spread your legs.”

“Mmm, maybe later, but not right now.”

“Seriously, you don’t mean that.”

“I do.” Naraku pouted his soft, pink lips.

“You are a cruel woman,” he said, getting off of her. She giggled at him.

“Tomorrow’s lesson will make up for it Naraku. I’m not as cruel as you think.”

“Hmph!” Sanaa continued to giggle as she heard him walk to his room, sexually frustrated and horny as hell. ‘Maybe that was a little cruel,’ Sanaa thought to herself with a smile.

Indian Words

bhuta-demon

GUMARAHA ADAMI-pervert

Manushya ka-human
Dharma-pleasure

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A/N: Sounds like Naraku has a problem, lol. Please review. It is greatly appreciated ^_^