Chronicles of the West

Some limey lime in this chapter. For you patient Kurama, Taisha fans ;) Enjoy.

Chapter Seventy Eight

Victor had taken matters into his own hands however. He'd asked Sesshoumaru to find a skilled monk or priestess, light or dark, it mattered little. Sesshoumaru had frowned over such a request but seeing the logic behind it, he sent his men forth. Even now they were returning to the fortress.

Victor refused to allow a specter to win. This was a creation, therefore someone, somewhere knew how to duplicate the results. If they could make it, they knew how to unmake it and what it might need to stay alive.

Inuyasha had pointed out that Kikyo had needed souls to stay alive. This was different however, for Kikyo had not had a complete soul to call her own. This thing had a soul, a living soul of it's own and that meant, it lived. Living things could die.

This one not as easily as others, true, but it's secret could be found. Then the threat would end. With nothing else to occupy his time, Victor put all his efforts into solving the riddle of Reny. He almost wished Satoru would leave the library so that he might make use of it.

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Kurama was laying on his back, staring at the shadows on his ceiling. His body was nearly healed now. Damn poisons. He hated them with a passion. He thought back on the last few days. Saio was still in the infirmary. He'd asked after her often enough. She seemed broken, her pain radiating like heat from the sun. It made Kurama angry to think that Sesshoumaru might have given her more comfort.

His ears flickered as he heard his door open slowly. He tensed, sniffing lightly. No scent, not really. It was masked. He frowned, who the hell was coming into his room? The tall, slender form, closed the door and moved on near silent feet. Golden eyes went wide for a moment, as he recognized the aura. Taisha.

She latched his door and crossed the room. He'd been hurt and she hadn't come to see him. Busy with patrols and the madness of the attack, there hadn't been time. Then she'd not been allowed entrance to the infirmary. For the sake of her father's League.

Now that he knew who the intruder was, he relaxed. Watching her move from beneath his lashes. When she drew closer, he let his eyes close. Curious as to what she might be after. What she might do. What was she up to? His thoughts to a swift turn the swamps of perversion.

Taisha looked down at the silver fox and reached out a gentle hand to brush the thick fringe of his bangs back from his brow. They'd nearly lost him. She'd nearly lost him, before she ever had him. Her sadness washed over him, and he slowly opened his eyes. His silver plume of a tail twitched slightly.

She didn't notice, her eyes fixed on the bandaged shoulder. "Stupid fox" she whispered, "Might have died". Her voice pitched so low that even he had trouble hearing her. He closed his eyes again and a moment later he felt the slight tug on his bandages. Heard the material tear beneath her claws.

Taisha eyed the injury, nearly healed. Poisons had slowed his natural healing. They needed him up and active for what was to come. Yes, that was why she had come. Glancing at his face to make sure he was still asleep, she lowered her head to his shoulder.

Kurama felt the warmth of her breath ghost over his torn flesh. He clenched his jaw as her tongue darted out to caress the wound. Forcing her healing saliva into the flesh, kicking his healing into overdrive. He knew she was only helping him, but it felt good. He didn't need her care, but he was glad to have it. Wouldn't mind the same attention on a few other areas.

Taisha finished with his wound and lifted her head, coming level with soft golden eyes. Her own green ones widened fractionally. He was awake. "That is quite a wake up" he rumbled at her. She tried to draw back from him, but his hand clapped over the back of her neck, holding her prisoner. His other arm lifted around her and he rolled them with a speed she'd not thought him capable of in his condition.

Taisha felt his weight settle atop her, and blinked up at him. Kurama found he quite liked her this way and told her so. She blushed, "You like tossing me around?" she asked sarcastically. The fox chuckled and nuzzled against her ear, "No" he clarified, "I like you… beneath me".

Her blush intensified, "Get off of me you lecherous fox" she snapped. Kurama shifted his body and she went stock still, feeling him between her thighs. All of him. "Why are you in my room Taisha?" he asked softly, his fangs nipping her chin lightly, his lips closing over it a moment later. "I......came to see how you are faring" she told him, trying to keep her voice level and bored, "You seem fine". Kurama stared down at her, "Is that all Taisha?".

She blinked, "Why the hell else would I be here?" she demanded, her lips pursing in irritation. Kurama's hands had captured hers and pressed them into the pillow above her head. "I thought perhaps" he said, dipping his head to press a kiss on the underside of her jaw, "That you might have missed me. Worried about me".

Taisha felt her heartbeat accelerate, her breath leave her. "Kurama" she whispered, squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. The kitsune was enjoying her discomfort, she decided. His mouth slid to the side of her throat, where the pulse thundered.

His tongue ran in teasing circles over the fluttering beat. He bit down gently, slowly. Not breaking skin. She gasped at the feeling. He released her hands and they remained motionless where he left them. His clawed fingertips tangled in the silver hair at her temple.

"You didn't miss me?" he asked, his breath wafting over her lips. Taisha was drunk off the spicy scent of the male pinning her to the soft bedding. The alpha part of her growling in irritation even as it ceded to his strength. She parted her lips to speak, her tongue darting out to moisten the suddenly dry flesh.

Golden eyes followed the movement and narrowed in want. She hadn't answered him, but that was fine. Women spoke in one of two ways and he suspected he would prefer the non-verbal at the moment. His lips brushed over hers, teasing caresses that made her want much more. Again and again he teased and barely tasted, Tormenting her. Himself.

One pale hand slid into his hair and she growled softly, her eyes demanding he give in to her. "There's my girl" Kurama all but purred to her, sealing his lips to hers. He angled his head and lapped at her bottom lip, groaning when she opened for him, and her own tongue came to greet him.

Tongues slid against one another as they fought for dominance. Kurama quickly won the battle, forcing her tongue down and then he slid his own against her fangs. She moaned softly when his skillful tongue slid across her palate in a slow tease, pressing there.

Her scent reached his nostrils. She was aroused by him. Kurama changed the tempo of his kiss to seductively slow slides of lips and hints of tongue, as he rolled his hips against her. Taisha felt a slow moving heat envelope her stomach and lower half, it made her eyelids heavy. She moaned and he repeated the action.

His cloth covered length rubbed intimately against her. In a manner that erotic and provocative. No male dared touch her like this. No male…save him. Kurama groaned when her hips lifted against his own. Her hands slid along his back, under the silk of his haori. Her claws dragging over tanned skin in a gentle caress. The heat of her core increasing against his lower half.

Kurama broke from the kiss with a low growl. Taisha's small whimper of need made his silver ears fold back. She was in need and so was he. He nuzzled her cheek softly, rumbling comfortingly. "The things you do to me" he murmured near her ear.

Green eyes fluttered closed as his larger hand stroked over the smooth column of her throat, turning her head to the side so that he could press a soft kiss at the junction of her shoulder and neck. How he wanted her, like he'd not wanted any other. How he wanted to rend the silks from her soft body and take her. Unfortunately, what Kurama wanted and what he would do were two different things. He meant to have the icy princess of the west for his own, to see her burn white hot for him.

With a groan, he rolled off her to the side and caught her against him. His ragged breaths teasing her ear. His hands stroking her hair, pulling it up and away from the tender nape of her neck. "Kurama?" she asked softly. He nipped the flesh, wringing a soft gasp from her. He nosed that area. That secret area that was hidden beneath the shining fountain of silver.

"This is my place" he murmured, his lips brushing over it again. Taisha shivered at his words. "And when I take you and you are mine completely, I will own it entirely" he said in a dark whisper. Taisha stiffened, "What do you mean when you take me and when I am yours?" she growled, "That is a rather presumptuous of you Kurama".

The silver fox lightly clamped his teeth over her nape and growled softly. The vibration spiraling through her. The action very dominant and she found herself unable to fight him. "Merely a promise princess" he said around her flesh.

He released her a moment later, the action costing him more than it did her. For he was painfully hard now. He cuddled ever closer to her back, his arms sliding around her. "You are not one to settle" she pointed out. He kissed her neck softly, "No I am not" he agreed.

She sat up and growled, "So what is this? Using your charms to win another conquest?" she snapped in anger. Kurama let her rise from his bed, watching her with guarded eyes. "How glorious for the great thief Youko Kurama!"

As the final syllables fell from her lips, Kurama pounced. She struggled but he pinned her again, this time face down on the bright silks of his bed. "Let me go" she growled at him. Kurama straddled her hips to growl fiercely into her ear. "So you think you know me?" he spat, "That you know the great Youko".

The tone of his voice made her fall quiet, "You know nothing. Nothing outside of your precious west. You judge me for my great love of freedom and my desire to remain free, when you want that same thing yourself".

She was silent and angry, how dare he throw such things at her? "Tell me it isn't true Taisha" he demanded, "Tell me that you would not flee this palace this very moment if you could". She was stubbornly silent. He growled near her face. She turned her head, baring her gleaming fangs at him.

"You would" he mocked, "You would and you know it. Tired of her gilded cage, is princess Taisha". She wriggled beneath him, trying to get loose. "Hateful damn fox" she muttered against the ungiving silks. Her kimono rode high on her thighs from her thrashing around.

Kurama noticed of course. "A glorious conquest" he whispered, stroking the defiant line of her spine, "Hn. Glorious indeed". He spoke more to himself than her and she knew it. He shifted, moved lower to straddle her legs. Elegant hands caressed the soft flesh behind her knee. "You are glorious" he told her, "But the conquest….. I think……..goes to you".

She stiffened at his words. "To me?" she asked, her voice a hoarse whisper. Kurama leaned forward to nip her silk covered shoulder, his hand sliding slowly under the silk hem. She felt the ghostly touch of his claws over her satin flesh.

"You are quite the accomplished thief yourself Taisha" he rumbled to her, his breath ragged again. She tried to look back at him, but his other hand clamped on her neck and held her to the pillows once again. A gentle reminder that he was stronger. "You've stolen something many have tried to take from me".

She felt his hand slid over her backside and she gave a soft yelp of surprise. What had she stolen? "Shhh" he crooned, "I would not hurt you". She knew that, knew he wouldn't. What was he doing? Did she want him to touch her? Did she want him to stop?

As if reading her thoughts, he spoke into the moonlit night, "I can smell your arousal returning". She jolted at his words. He chuckled, "You are far more than a mere female Taisha" he told her, "More than someone I wish to bed".

Taisha breathed in a soft sigh, "You don't wish to bed me" she said, her voice carrying a trace of disappointment. He growled softly, as his knee shifted and parted her legs further. "Oh I wish to bed you Taisha" he told her, "most certainly I do want that….. But it isn't all I want".

She gasped as his hand moved boldly forward to cup her sex. His warm hand covering the hot mound. "You will be mine Taisha" he told her, his middle finger pressing against the damp crease to stoke the petals of her sex and tease over her pearl. She cried out at the unexpected sensation.

Kurama smiled, "Relax" he whispered, "I will leave you pure enough this night". She whimpered as he kept on with his torture. Her traitorous body even lifting against his devilish hand. She panted as a strange tightening began in her belly. "What are you doing to me?" she panted out.

Kurama licked at her ear, "I am making you ache as I do. Making you desire my touch, my hands on your body" he replied, "Get on your knees for me". She wanted to countermand that order but her body was already rising. His heated words washing over her like liquid fire.

Freedom of movement was the wrong thing to allow the sly fox, for his hand pushed her to greater heights. Kurama slowly pressed the tip of a single finger into her body, using her own slickness. Her untried channel clenching around the digit. He hissed, wishing very much that it was another part of him making this claim.

Taisha moaned at the feeling of his finger pushing into her. She was confused, what was she doing, what was he doing? Kurama settled his free hand on her hip and rocked his erection against the back of his hand to try and alleviate some of his pain, his movements forcing that single blissful finger in and out of her in a mockery of what he wished to do. Gods, but she was tight.

"You will need me" he growled, "You will burn for me, you will submit to me, and when you do Taisha…. I will set you free from your cage". His thumb circled around her pearl and his words drove her over the edge. He felt her tense around his fingers a moment before his hand clamped over her mouth, stifling the scream that rose.

Her hips rocked slightly, almost desperately as she forced herself to silence, her thighs were drenched with her release. She'd never had one quite like that before. Behind her, the silver fox pressed against her back, his breath ragged as the scent of her release wrapped around him. Slowly he removed his hand from her body.

He was in definite pain now, his control unraveling. He wanted to taste her but knew it would end badly. "Taisha" he rasped a few minutes later. She slowly turned to look at him. His aura was flaring. "Unless you want to be taken right here and now, you should go" he told her, "That is not what I want for you".

Green eyes widened and she rose from the bed, her legs feeling unsteady. "We will speak tomorrow, I promise you" he told her. She nodded, "Is there nothing I can do?" she asked. Kurama chuckled, "Oh there is, but that would end with your father skinning me alive".

She nodded and left him, her heart pounding in her chest as she raced to her rooms and bolted her doors. She stripped from her garments and tossed them into the steaming water of the bath. Her father would smell Kurama on her if she wasn't careful. As she washed her body she glared at her hand, apparently those digits had been hiding things from her. "I never felt that way with you" she muttered.

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Kurama waited until her footfall had faded before he rolled onto his back, ripping his garments from himself. Lifting his hand to his face, he inhaled the spice of Taisha's release. His fingers glimmered faintly from it, and he slowly licked himself clean of it. Savoring the taste of her, wanting more.

His other hand slowly slid over his stomach to the straining length of his erection. He curled his fingers around the painful length and began to slowly tease his flesh. When the pain was too great for teasing, he fisted himself and began to pump. Long, slow movements, envisioning a green eyed bitch working him.

He bit down on his lower lip, fangs breaking tender skin as his hand moved faster, his breaths coming in sharp pants. He wanted to race down the hall and throw her door wide. Pin her down and love her, love her so thoroughly that she'd not walk for a full day at least.

That would come soon enough. Now was not the time. His soft moans lifted skyward and his hips bucked against his own hand. It was rare that he was reduced to such, but now he had made claim to a female and he'd be damned if he would sully it with another. Even he wasn't that much of a bastard.

His release came minutes later, his hot seed erupting from the vibrant head of his sex. Thick white ropes of desire spattered against his hand and stomach. He sighed with relief and stared at his hand and stomach. Soon, it would be her flesh coated in such a way. Soon, he'd fill her with his seed.

Rising from his bed, he moved to the bath. Washing away the evidence of her release and his own. That's all he needed was for Sesshoumaru to smell that special scent. No doubt he'd smell Kurama on Taisha but it would easily be explainable…. This time anyway.

He pondered how he should tell the arrogant dog that he was taking his daughter. He wouldn't like it. Sesshoumaru was territorial and protective if nothing else. Hmm, could be interesting. Considering that Kurama still held the item he'd thieved for the great lord. Interesting indeed.