Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams
By: Elf
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. All rights go to Minekura Kazuya.
Author\'s Notes: I\'m sick and tired of Yaone being abused in fics, or not even counted. Or being a weak and useless female. She is NONE of these things. She\'s a rather kick ass chick, thank you very much, just very sweet and polite. However, she did threaten to chew Nii\'s dick into ribbons so . . . I wouldn\'t tread lightly with Yaone. So, this is to you, all you Yaone fans, and a bit of het in a sea of lovely yaoi.

“Are you all right, my lord?”

Kougaiji blinked at the sound of the soft, feminine voice behind him. He turned around to see Yaone with a worried look on her pretty face. She was biting her lip ever so gently, showing Kougaiji that she was nervous or upset.

He flicked strands of hair from his face and offered her a rare smile. He answered, “I am feeling better, thank you, Yaone.”

It was an understatement. He was feeling wonderful. That bitch had been outed, his mother was alive and well, already out and fixing the mistakes caused by the Minus Wave. Nii Jian-yi had disappeared for all intents and purposes. Dokugakuji was building a relationship with his half brother once again. Priest Genjo Sanzo was leaving him alone and the worst thing he had to deal with was an eager monkey wanting to visit his baby sister.

Well, that was the second worst thing.

The worst thing was standing before him, looking ever a vision in a pale blue Chinese dress, her long violet hair caught up in its forever pony tail with a small braid trailing against each temple. Her magenta eyes looked up at him, searching his face. The youkai prince had dealt with many things in the past years: a perverted scientist, priest Sanzo and his rag tag party trying to stop him, that slut, and Goku without his limiter.

All of them seemed rather trivial at the moment.

Kougaiji remembered when he first awoke from Nii’s trance. The first person he had wanted to see was Yaone. He still woke up in the middle of the night with nightmares that Nii had ordered him to kill his alchemist, drenched in sweat and shaking.

Even more frightening was that there was nothing holding him back from telling her how he felt about her. Nothing except his own fears. What if she doesn’t love me back? What if I scare her? Why can’t I tell her?

Yaone smiled, turning her already pretty face beautiful. She replied, “I’m glad to hear that my lord.”

He wondered what it would be like to hear his name from those soft lips, spoken in passion and not with respect. He wanted to be an equal to her, not some untouchable prince. That was the dilemma right there.

Kougaiji smiled at her and asked, “And how are you today, Yaone?”

“I’m doing very well, but that’s not a concern for you, my lord. I thank you for asking,” Yaone replied with a polite bow of her head. She looked back up at him, a lock of violet hair falling into her pale face.

Kougaiji reached forward and smoothed the stray lock from her face. Yaone’s cheeks turned a most becoming pink as her eyes sparkled at him. He confessed, “Your condition is my chief concern.”

Yaone stared up at him, mouth parted open so slightly, as if stunned by his confession. Kougaiji couldn’t help but to note that right now would be an opportune time to kiss her. He took a step closer, tilted her head up toward his and bowed his towards hers. His hair brushed her cheek as they stared into each others’ eyes, violet to magenta.

“My lord,” she whispered as her wide eyes gazed into his.

Kougaiji corrected, “Kougaiji. Say it, Yaone, say my name.” He lowered his voice to a mere husky whisper, hypnotic and compelling.

Yaone’s hand reached up to his on her face. She placed it over his. Her white skin was in sharp contrast to his rich bronze flesh. Her skin was soft and silken against his, cool compared to the fiery warmth his body gave off. Cool like water on a hot summer’s day, refreshing and soothing. Just like Yaone was.

Yaone made a slight squeaking sound as she licked her lips, almost as if she was inviting him. Kougaiji closed his eyes and closed the distance between their lips. Yaone made another startled squeak but his lips upon hers covered it.

He gently caressed her lips with his own. A spark shot through him as she returned the motions in kind. Feeling bolder, he gently flicked his tongue over her lips. She parted her mouth and gave him access.

Access which he fiercely took.

She tasted wonderful, sweet and cool like strawberries. She even smelled like strawberries, an intoxicating scent which he breathed in as they kissed. Yaone was returning the kiss in earnest now; her tongue flicked out to his to taunt and tease him.

Kougaiji growled softly when she pressed her soft body against his. Her curves fit perfectly to his lean muscle, soft, lush, and inviting. He wanted to lose himself in her rich sweetness, but he didn’t want to push her. Not Yaone.

He was far from an innocent. His dear father had made sure of that, making sure that Kougaiji used the Ox King’s harem as soon as he hit puberty. He had done what his father asked. After all, there was no one who could stand up against him, not at least a young Kougaiji.

She entangled her fingers in his hair as they kissed. He pulled away, breathless and wanting as he looked down into her flushed face. Yaone lowered her eyes and apologized, “I’m sorry, my lord, that was rather improper of me.”

Kougaiji tilted her face back up to his and chided, “Yaone, you have nothing to be sorry for.” He lowered her hands to her shoulders and soothingly rubbed them. He smiled at her and embraced her.

“You have nothing at all to be sorry for, Yaone. It is I who should be sorry,” he whispered in her pointed ear.

Yaone looked up at him in confusion. She asked, “What do you mean, my lord?”

Before he could confess, he heard a loud, high pitch snarl and Lirin and Son Goku shouting. He spun them around to see a white snow leopard cub streak forward, snarling its displeasure at its mistress. Kougaiji spun Yaone out of the way of the angry cub, his baby sister, and the Force of Nature that called itself Son Goku.

Lirin flashed them a wave and shouted, “Lirin’s sorry, Onii-chan! We’ll get Snowball!”

“Hi Yaone, hi Kougaiji!” Goku said in greeting as he was right at Lirin’s heels.

The pair darted after the streaking snow leopard cub. Kougaiji watched as one chestnut brown head and one bright copper disappeared. He sighed, shoulders slumping, and Yaone moved away from him.

At that moment he could have seriously killed his baby sister.

Yaone bowed and said, “I have to bid you my leave, my lord. I have a potion I’m working on for Hakkai and it’s probably at its crucial stage right now. I will see you later on.”

Hakkai. The name flashed through his name like a brand. Every time they fought the Sanzo-ikku, Hakkai and Yaone always chose each other as sparring partners, half of which they spent asking how the other was and telling the other to take care, or apologizing profusely. I wonder . . . No, it isn’t possible.

He looked at Yaone again as she departed. Hakkai would have to be a blind man not to notice Yaone. And as much as Kougaiji loathed admitting it, Hakkai was a rather handsome man. Quiet, polite, with a tragic air that could be spurred to a dangerous anger at the right provocation. Not to mention the man had murdered all of Hyakugan Maoh’s tribe to save his lover. What sane woman wouldn’t be attracted to a man like that?

Kougaiji sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Lord Kou! Did you see the two midgets and a baby cat streak by here just a few minutes ago?”

Kougaiji looked up at one of his top subordinates, Zakuro. Zakuro was a panther youkai with the power of hypnosis. He had shaggy bright lavender hair and eyes the shocking color of limes, or fine peridot. He had also been all gun-ho to get revenge for Kougaiji being imprisoned by Nii that he had taken Sanzo’s party by himself. Amazingly he simply escaped with a shot to the shoulder, nothing more.

Kougaiji nodded and asked, “Zakuro, where in the hell did my sister get a snow leopard cub?”

“Well, Lord Kou, that’s kind of a fucked up story,” Zakuro began to answer, rubbing the back of his neck with a wince.

Kougaiji lifted an eyebrow, folded his arms across his chest, and stated, “Well, I’d like to hear it.”

“How ‘bout we just say it’s Sanzo’s fault and leave it at that,” Zakuro replied with a tiny grin.

Kougaiji asked, “Why the hell would Sanzo give Lirin a leopard cub?”

“Because Snowball’s mother was killed by poachers and they both pulled the Big Cute Eyes out on him at the same time,” Zakuro answered with a shrug.

Kougaiji sighed and rubbed his temples. “Remind me never to let Lirin go out with that priest and the monkey again.”

“Aww, Lord Kou’s being all protective because his bebbeh sister has a boooyyyfrrriiieennndd,” Zakuro chuckled, fluttering his eyelashes teasingly towards Kougaiji.

Kougaiji glared and snorted, “I am not.”

“Yes you are, but you’ve got other things to worry about. I don’t think Goku’s gonna try anything with your sister yet. I think the pervert kappa’s right when he says that Goku doesn’t know what his dick’s for,” Zakuro said flippantly with one of his dramatic gestures, “They’re all giggly and holding hands like kids do, Lord Kou. Sides, you’ve gotta romance Yaone.”

Kougaiji blinked and stood there, dumbfounded. Zakuro smirked and tapped a clawed finger to his pale temple. He purred, “I am the Master of Nightmares, remember, Lord Kou? I know you’ve got the hots for Yaone. Not that I blame you, she’s a full-blown hottie. Not my type though. I like cute little birds that taste good.”

Kougaiji snorted and folded his arms over his chest. He started to walk away from Zakuro. However, the hypnotist had other ideas for he reached out and grabbed Kougaiji’s wrist.

“You have to tell her how you feel, Lord Kou. Seriously,” Zakuro explained as he met Kougaiji’s eyes. Those peridot orbs were earnest; none of Zakuro’s usual taunting, haughty manner within them. Then Zakuro smirked and let Kougaiji go. “I do know a few things about these sort of matters. After all, I am an expert.”

And with that, Zakuro, Lord of Nightmares or whatever silly title he gave himself that week, started off toward Lirin and Goku.

******
Yaone’s hands were trembling as she poured the rapidly cooling and congealing liquid into a masonry jar. It was a bright, rich blue and smelled faintly of peppermints. It was an ointment used for sexual activities.

Between males.

Mainly between one Cho Hakkai and Chin Yiso.

“Are you all right, Yaone-san?” Hakkai’s pleasant voice asked.

Yaone jolted up with a shock as she looked at the self-made youkai. Hakkai’s jade green eyes closed as he smiled his pretty, sweetly polite smile at her. He stated, “I didn’t mean to startle you, Yaone-san.”

Yaone made sure the rest of the liquid poured into the jar before answering Hakkai’s question. She answered, “I just a little preoccupied, that’s all, Hakkai-domo.”

Hakkai moved closer to her and studied her with a thoughtful smile. He replied, “You seem flustered, Yaone-san.”

She looked at the dark-haired man with his secret smiles and politeness. She rubbed her hands together and sighed. Hakkai gave her a concerned look as he asked, “What’s wrong, Yaone?”

“It’s Kougaiji,” she answered in a whisper as a blush filled her cheeks.

The heated caress of hot, silken lips upon hers as he practically devoured her from the mouth. His smell of wood smoke and cinnamon still wrapped around her like a familiar blanket. The feel of his slim, lithe body pressed demandingly against hers.

“Kougaiji. Say it, Yaone, say my name.”

She shivered as she remembered the husky whisper of that soft demand. His name was always on the edge of her lips. She had longed to call him by his given name without a title for quite a while. After his mother had been awakened, she almost had, but she quickly buried. With a start, she just realized she had, but not to him.

Hakkai laughed and gently rested his hands on her shoulders. He teased, “I wonder when you two were finally going to notice one and another.”

“Really? Was I that obvious?” Yaone inquired with her cheeks flaming intensely as she looked into those kindly green eyes.

Hakkai chuckled, nodded, smiled, and answered, “You both are. I think it’s about time that you two get together.”

Yaone looked at him with wide eyes and Hakkai did something unexpected.

He hugged her.

Yaone returned the hug with a shaking laugh. “I just don’t know how to confess my feelings to him, Hakkai-domo,” She confessed as they parted.

Hakkai frowned as he took the jar from the table and placed its lid upon it. He studied it with a thoughtful look. “I’m not the one to ask, Yaone. After all, Yiso and my relationship is quite odd. After all, we were trying to kill each other when we first met.”

“It’s hard to believe someone like Yiso was spawned from someone like his father,” Yaone mused with a shudder of revolution. She had almost become one of the Woman Hunter’s victims if Lord Kougaiji hadn’t have bought her. From that moment she owed him her life, but over the past years gratitude blossomed into love.

Apparently, Kougaiji felt the same way about her.

Hakkai laughed and agreed, “Well, yes, luckily Yiso took after his mother. Still, I wish you the best of luck, Yaone.” He reached out and held her hand, giving it an affectionate pat.

Yaone smiled at him and bowed her head. “Thank you, Hakkai-domo. I hope that as well.”

******
“I kissed Yaone.”

Kougaiji looked at his swordsman.

Dokugakuji simply looked back with his dark blue eyes. Then he grinned. He cheered, “Way to go, Kou! Finally! I was wondering when you two were going to hook up.”

Kougaiji blinked at Dokugakuji and asked, “You were?”

“Woah, don’t tell me all mighty prince finally figured out what his dick was for,” a familiar deep, throaty, smokey voice snickered.

Kougaiji glared as he watched Dokugakuji’s half brother emerge from the kitchen of Dokugakuji’s chambers. He gave his brother a look and asked, “Where the fuck is the beer?”

“I don’t drink, baby brother,” Dokugakuji answered with a teasing smirk.

Sha Gojyo rolled his crimson eyes and snorted, “Asshole.” Then he sat down beside his brother, straddling the chair. Kougaiji gave him an angry look and Gojyo simply snickered as he dug his pack of Hi-Lites from his pocket. He smacked the bottom of the pack a few times before drawing out a cigarette. He placed it between his wide lips and lit it, blowing a ring of smoke into the air.

“Watch your tongue, Gojyo,” Kougaiji warned, even though he knew it was pretty much fruitless.

Gojyo grinned and replied, “Congratulations on finding your dick.”

“Shut up,” Kougaiji grumbled before looking at Dokugakuji. “How the hell do you put up with him?”

Dokugakuji reached over and grabbed his younger brother in a headlock. Gojyo thrashed, snarled, and shouted profanities as he was unable to escape. “It’s easier than you think, Kou, trust me. Anyway, seriously, it’s about time that you and Yaone got together.”

Gojyo rolled his eyes and snorted, “Yeah, ‘bout time you all stopped making puppy eyes and got down to it. Shit man, if I worked as slowly as you do I would never get laid.”

“There’s more to life than simply getting laid,” Kougaiji snorted, “This is about love.”

Gojyo snorted as Dokugakuji let him go. “Love’s not in my cards, your highness,” Gojyo replied with a touch of bitter sadness in his voice and eyes.

Dokugakuji reached over and cuffed Gojyo’s ear. Gojyo spun around and snapped, “What the hell was that for?”

“You never know, baby brother, you never know,” Dokugakuji said with a kindly smile.

Then he looked back at Kougaiji and asked, “Have you told her how you felt?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Kougaiji answered with a frown.

Gojyo snickered. Dokugakuji cuffed his ear again. Gojyo returned the gesture by pulling on one of Dokugakuji’s pointed ears. Kougaiji realized that he was very glad that Lirin had been born a girl or he would have gone through a similar bizarre ritual.

Gojyo said, “Seriously, Kougaiji, girls don’t know this shit. They need to be told that they’re love. And with a chick like Yaone, you’re gonna have to make the first move or you two are gonna be pussy footing around with each other for the next decade or so.”

“And how should I do that?” Kougaiji answered dryly as he gave Gojyo a droll look.

Dokugakuji answered, “Easy, stupid, tell her exactly how you feel about her.”

“And then she’ll fall in your arms because you have that grand romantic love that cheep novels are written about,” Gojyo finished as he rolled his eyes and took another draw of his cigarette.

As much as Kougaiji hated to admit it, they were both right. Yaone was too shy to admit her feelings out right to him, if she felt that way about him at all. He’d have to make the first move, as he had done today.

Gojyo added, “And one more thing, your highness.”

“What’s that?” Kougaiji answered with a puzzled frown.

Gojyo lifted up his hands and wiggled his fingers. He answered, “Trim those claws before you do anything with Yaone. Trust me, you’re gonna wanna use your fingers.” He leered and asked, “Do I need to explain the birds and the bees?”

Kougaiji flushed with indignation and snapped, “I know about sex, you perverted kappa. I don’t need to hear about it from you.”

“Yeah, remember who was Kou’s dad, Gojyo,” Dokugakuji pointed out as he rolled his eyes.

Gojyo blew a ring of smoke and nodded. “Yeah, right. Well, good luck,” the half-breed stated idly.

Kougaiji sighed and stood up. Dokugakuji simply said, “You can do it. Trust me.”

Kougaiji took a deep breath. He could do this. He needed to do this. Well, right after he trimmed his claws.

******
Yaone frowned at the bubbling mixture on the boiler. It was a thick, viscous neon green instead of a watery, clear magenta. She stirred it again as she recounted the herbs and other various ingredients she had placed in it.

“Fifth of yarrow, tenth of spikenard, one of cerulean,” Yaone muttered to herself as she looked at the ingredients laid out before her. She frowned and sighed as she realized one was missing, “A fourth of mallow.”

She headed to her cabinet and drew out the pale pink flowers. She sprinkled some into the mix and stirred it in. Within a few heart beats the potion reached its desired color and consistency.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. She had been distracted since the kiss. Even now she could still smell Kougaiji’s wood smoke and cinnamon scent around her. She could feel his fevered body pressing into hers, those soft lips demanding and taking.

She shivered and ran her fingers over her lips.

“Yaone.”

Yaone shivered at the sound of that soft voice in her ear. Wood smoke and cinnamon permeated her nostrils as she felt that scorching heat again. She leaned back automatically and murmured, “Kougaiji.”

Warm hands ran up her shoulders to lightly stroke her throat with careful thumbs.

Yaone squeaked and spun around. Standing there was Kougaiji, those violet eyes sparkling at her. She licked her lips and stepped back. She cried out as the hard wooden table hit the base of her spine.

Kougaiji smiled at her and said, “You called me by my name.”

Her eyes flickered down in obedience. She replied, “I’m sorry my lord.”

Long fingered hands the color of ground cinnamon cradled her chin and tilted her head up. Yaone blinked up at that beautiful face, the sharp contrast of his youkai marks against his bronze skin, all framed by that hair the color of dark garnets. He smiled down at her as his thumb rubbed her cheek in slow lazy circles that was making her knees weak and her heart pound.

Kougaiji said, “No, don’t be. Call me my name again.”

“My . . . Kougaiji, what are you doing?” Yaone managed to cry out before realizing she had just said, for all intents and purposes, “My Kougaiji.”

Kougaiji ran that thumb over her lips and Yaone whimpered at the soft caress. Her heart was racing and did the room suddenly grow warmer? He smiled as he proclaimed, “I like that. And why I’m yours, I must call you my Yaone.”

“My Lord!” Yaone exclaimed in shock.

Kougaiji bent his head towards hers. Both hands were on her face now as he whispered, “Your Kougaiji.”

Then those soft, hot lips were upon hers and Yaone’s world seemed to shatter again.

She was overwhelmed by the soft caresses of lips and tongue. She could only respond in the innocent way she knew. However, she found her hands entangling in those rich tails of hair and pulling him closer. She was drowning in him and it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed to feel him.

They broke away, gasping for air. She could only lean against him helplessly. She was on fire, burning endlessly in her Kougaiji’s flame. She gave him a helpless look and hoped beyond hope.

“Oh, Gods Yaone, I love you,” he proclaimed in a hoarse voice.

Her response was simple. She pulled him back to her and claimed his lips this time. She naturally kissed him; hot silken lips and slick tongue.

He tasted like cinnamon and ginger. His muscles flexed against her as she pressed into him, trying to fit soft curves into hard planes. She had thought about this moment forever it seemed and now that it was happening she was going to make the most of it.

She held him tightly and kissed his stubborn jaw line. “I love you as well, My Kougaiji,” she replied as they kissed again.

Yaone gasped as Kougaiji lifted her in those lithe arms. He moved from her lab to her private chambers. Anticipation hummed through the alchemist like a second heartbeat. Yaone knew what was going to happen next and craved it.

Kougaiji’s slim fingers unbuttoned the back of her dress. She was surprised to feel the lack of claws against her skin. She reached behind her and took one of his hands.

Her eyes widened to find that his claws were neatly trimmed and filed till they were blunt. She looked up at her soon to be lover. Kougaiji smirked and explained, “Someone made me realize that my claws aren’t the best tool for foreplay.”

“Foreplay?” Yaone managed to gasp while her head spun and her heart pounded. The dress slid from her shoulders, down her body, and landed in a whisper on the floor. Yaone bit her lip as she ran her hands under Kougaiji’s jacket to find the sleek muscles beneath. He shook his jacket off as well.

Kougaiji lowered his head to her bare breast. He replied, “Yes, foreplay.” Then his mouth closed upon her left nipple.

Yaone cried out at the feeling of that hot mouth on her breast. His tongue swirled and swabbed around the sensitive point. She held his shoulders to keep from slipping from the aching pleasure building up.

Kougaiji nursed on her breast like a starving infant. Yaone could do nothing except shake her head and gasp. All the while he backed her to her bed. The bed hit the back of her knees and she fell backward. Kougaiji guided her fall onto her bed and loomed over her.

“Kougaiji?” she whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Kougaiji kissed her brow, her cheeks, her nose and finally her lips. He murmured, “Hush, my pretty alchemist. Let me love you.”

Tears shimmered in Yaone’s eyes as she stroked his hair. She replied, “Anything for you, my Kougaiji. I trust you. I always have and always will.”

He smiled at her and lowered his head to her right breast. She gasped as he started to give her right nipple the same attention as her left. She was shaking, burning hot and aching.

As if sensing what she needed, one of those graceful hands trailed down her belly. He slid his hand down her thigh to play around the edges of her white panties. She closed her eyes and squeaked in anticipation.

“It’s all right, Yaone,” he murmured on her breast. She felt the vibration of his voice to her very core. She felt him gently slide her underwear off.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her species of youkai was missing body hair from below the neck. She hoped that Kougaiji wouldn’t be repulsed with her lack of pubic hair. She opened her mouth to explain but he left her breast and silenced her with a kiss.

As soon as his tongue parted her lips he parted her most secret place with those fingers.

She whimpered as Kougaiji’s fingers found the slick wetness there. He stroked the soft folds hiding her core. She cried out as his thumb rubbed over the untouched jewel hidden there.

His thumb continued to stroke, making her body tremble with yearning. One long finger gently slid inside of her. It was an odd intrusion, but a pleasant one none the less. Besides, that thumb rubbing against her was making her delirious with pleasure. She couldn’t think or act, all she could do was feel and make tiny squeaking whimpers of delight.

A second finger joined the first. He began to move them slowly in and out of her, matching the slow rhythm of his thumb. Her body was beginning to tremble. She rose to meet Kougaiji’s fingers as he kissed her.

She felt herself arching higher and higher, about ready to pop and shatter into a million pieces. She was gasping now, not even able to return Kougaiji’s kisses. Her head thrashed about her pillows as she fought the falling feeling threatening to make her explode.

“It’s all right Yaone, I have you,” Kougaiji’s soft voice whispered in her ear.

His thumb switched directions over that hidden jewel. His fingers curled slightly inside her, almost too big for her to bear. She screamed as her body exploded from catching on Kougaiji’s flames.

She lied there trembling and gasping as Kougaiji brought her back down to Earth. She opened her eyes to look at him, not even realizing she had closed them. Kougaiji removed his dripping fingers from her core and rested them on her stomach. She squirmed a bit at the sudden wetness and Kougaiji laughed.

His myriad of jewelry tinkled like bells as he kissed her again. She smiled up at him and smoothed his hair back from his face. She blushed and managed to say, “Thank you, My Kougaiji.”

He nipped at her ear with his fangs and she shivered. He stood from her and shed his pants. He stood before her in his full glory and she gasped.

He was lovely. Imaginably so. He was all sleek, slim muscles like bronze silk over steel. His body rippled as he crawled over to her on the bed. His dark red hair spilled around him in a jewel bright curtain while his iris colored eyes focused on her.

She couldn’t look below the chocolate buds of his nipples though. She was too afraid. She knew what was going to happen next, but she was too shy to gaze at him in the wanton way he was regarding her.

Kougaiji kissed her and took her hand. He gently kissed her palm before guiding it down his body. He said, “Never be afraid of me Yaone.”

Yaone felt her cheeks burn as he wrapped her hand against that hot, hard demanding length. She looked down at the hard member standing proudly from a spring of black-red curls. She ran her fingers down the velvety softness of its skin, amazing at the fact that something that felt so soft could be so hard. She rubbed her thumb over the swollen head and felt beads of moisture there.

Kougaiji threw his head back and hissed. Yaone continued to stroke him with that hand. She was amazed on how he pulsed there.

He gently grabbed her wrist. He lifted her arm above her head and settled above her. His knee settled between her legs. She spread her legs in invitation. Kougaiji settled there and nuzzled her neck. She giggled as she felt his hair and jewelry tickle her.

“Wrap your legs around me, Yaone,” Kougaiji demanded gently as he looked down at her.

Yaone did and smiled up at him. He kissed her and she embraced him. She felt that velvety hardness rub against her swollen entrance. She felt him gently start to push into her.

She wenched at the discomforting feeling of having something stretch her. Kougaiji placed his hand in between them. His violet eyes looked at her with understanding as he began to trace his finger around the swollen nub hidden between the folds within her body.

Desire and heat quickened within her as she rubbed against Kougaiji wantonly.

He kept stroking her as he lay perched at her threshold. She quickly came again, crying out his name.

Then he thrust deep inside of her.

Yaone squeaked as she felt something pop inside of her. There was pain threatening to override the pleasured daze she was feeling. She felt suddenly too tight and stretched against the intrusion. She was aware of the sweet coppery scent of blood mixed with the heady musk of arousal.

Kougaiji whispered, “I’m sorry, Yaone. And thank you.”

He kissed her again. She noted that he lay still, letting her become accustomed to the feeling of him filling her. The pain started to ebb and fade and she was suddenly aware how hot and throbbing he was inside of her.

She restlessly arched her body to his. Kougaiji smiled and stroked her hair from her face with his free hand. His other hand stayed between them.

He drew out and thrust inside again. His finger flickered over that throbbing nub. Yaone gasped and shuddered at the intensity of what she was feeling.

He retreated and thrust, slowly and easily. He was gentle with her. Her hands roamed the sharp planes of muscle and bone of Kougaiji’s back.

She was simmering again, more intensely than the first two times. She needed more though. She thrust up to Kougaiji and kissed him.

She begged, “Kougaiji, I need more. Faster, harder.”

That was all Kougaiji needed to hear.

Caution was thrown to the wind and sensation prevailed.

She dug her claws into Kougaiji’s shoulders.

Kougaiji thrust faster and harder inside of her tight sheath.

He growled and she made her squeaking yelping sounds.

Sweat dripped from soft, pale, curves and bronzed, sleek muscles.

Yaone was trembling. She was arching higher and higher. She was going to shatter with a force that was frightening in its intensity. She was crying Kougaiji’s name like a mantra.

Then reality dissipated in a bright, white blaze.

Her body tightened rhythmically around Kougaiji. She gripped him from the inside, beckoning him to join her in oblivion. He thrust hard and stilled inside of her. She was aware of a pulsing warmth flooding her along with the flame of Kougaiji’s body.

Yaone screamed as reality stopped existing.

And Kougaiji roared as he joined her.

******
Flourescent lights made glasses seem opaque. A cigarette burned a fiery red in a defiant response to the clinical environment. Long, yellowed fingers lovingly clutched an adorable stuffed rabbit.

A throaty voice laughed as the bunny was clutched to a white lab coat.

“Sweet dream his highness is having, isn’t it, Bunny?” Nii Jian-yi asked with a wicked grin to the plush animal.

Of course, Bunny really couldn’t offer him any answers, but it was still fun to ask.

Nii chuckled as he looked over at his lovely masterpiece.

Kougaiji’s blank violet eyes stared ahead emotionlessly.

“Real sweet dreams, eh, your highness?” Nii chuckled before turning back to his computer.

Of course, Kougaiji wouldn’t answer him. After all, he was a sleepwalker now anyway. Just a puppet to be manipulated.

A masterpiece to be worked with.