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Jorougumo	By : branewurms Category: +M to R > Mononoke Views: 1928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mononoke, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Written for the Mononoke-thon on the mononoke_anime LJ comm. Prompt: "MS/Kayo; ropework/shibari." This is quite possibly the most ridiculous excuse for porn I have ever come up with. Yes, even more ridiculous than my sword/sheath excuse for selfcest fic.

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He looks like a butterfly, she thinks idly as she comes to, caught up in a spider's web. And then she notices that she cannot move.
She shrieks.
"It would be best," comes his voice, calm and quiet as it ever is, "if you did not struggle, Kayo-san. You will only further entangle yourself."
Her hair is a mess, falling in dark streaks across her vision. She puffs at it, trying to get a better look at him. He hangs just a little above, facing her, close enough to touch were their arms not bound; his limbs are spread and arranged in a fashion almost artful, his long sleeves furled out like wings. The web sparkles all about them like facets of a crystal, catching a soft, white light that emanates from some unseen source.
She looks down at herself, and shrieks again. "Why are my clothes falling off?" she shrills, feeling the blood rising to her cheeks. Her obi and tabi are both entirely absent (and that obi was brand-new! she thinks ridiculously; how am I supposed to replace it?) and her yukata hangs open, fanning out over the glittering white ropes that streak away from her body. The web wraps around her bare flesh, around her arms, her waist, her thighs and ankles, holding her stretched out and immobile; she has never felt so naked in her whole life.
The Medicine Seller's eyes flick over her impassively, and her face burns even hotter. She shouldn't be so embarassed, she thinks; she bathes in public all the time. But this - this is different.
"Why do these things always happen whenever you show up!" she blusters, irritated at herself. "Just what exactly is going on here?"
"The mononoke," he says, with a curl of his lips, "has revealed its form." A paper charm appears in his hand, cutting through the web that binds his wrist. As his arm comes free, his sword slips from his sleeve, its face ever-fierce.
"Jorougumo."
The sword's teeth snap at the air with a resounding clank.

"Never-mind the form right now!" Kayo wriggles agitatedly in her bonds, but they only tighten around her, squeezing her to the point of not-quite pain. She squeaks in dismay and falls still. "If you can do that, then get us out of this stuff!"
"And then what, Kayo-san?"
"'Then what'? What do you mean, 'then wha -'" She falls silent as she happens to look down, her jaw dropping in horror. Glancing up above her, she finds the same: nothing but web crossed over web, for as far as her eyes could see. "Ahhh, just get us out of here! And why am I the only one who's naked, anyway?"
There is a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Do you wish me to be naked?"
She makes an incoherent sound of frustration. "You know that's not it! Is this Jorougumo some kind of pervert?"
"Perhaps," he says. She hears a soft jingle, and notices suddenly that there are scales everywhere around them, balanced right there on the ropes of web, though she is sure they weren't there a moment ago. "However... Considering her nature, I would say that she has confounded me with another man. Or, perhaps I should say, with all men."
"With another man... What?"
"She likely wishes to prove and to punish the inconstancy of men."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"I mean," he says, "that you," and he lifts his sword up, runs the hilt over her neck and over her shoulder, "are bait." And at the sword's prodding her yukata slips entirely off one shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing!" she demands - (it isn't as though he's exposed anything that wasn't already bare, but it's the principle of the thing) - and then: "Bait for you?"
"Yes," he said, drawing the word out in a way that made her spine shiver. The sword traces the curve of her ribcage, her waist, her hips, and makes its way back up. Suddenly she is painfully aware of the silken ropes pressing against the inside of her thighs, of the air so cool against the warmth of her skin between her legs.
"This - This isn't the time or place for that kind of thing!" she manages to make her mouth say, though her tongue seems thick and it is hard to form words.
"Then how else should we lure her out, Kayo-san?"
"What?" she exclaims, horrified. "No! Why would we want to lure her out? I want her to stay away!"
"Then you wish to remain caught here in her web until you become a part of her?"
"No! Of course I don't want that!" Kayo huffs in exasperation. "Ah, you're impossible! Isn't there some other way?"
"Do you believe I would suggest an unnecessary measure?"
And that, she thinks, does not even deserve an answer, and she tries to tell him so with her glare; but then she gasps as the tuft of fur on the hilt of his sword grazes the side of her breast, soft and ticklish, which rather ruins the effect. He chuckles infuriatingly.
"Stop laughing!"
He acquiesces, drawing his sword back and slipping it beneath his obi, and Kayo feels a tiny, irrational pang of disappointment. "My apologies," he says, amusement still creasing the corners of his eyes. "I will find another way." Another charm appears in his hand, slices through the ropes wrapped around his chest - and he drops down toward her alarmingly. She lets out a little "eek" before he stops just as abruptly, caught by the web still wrapped around his other wrist.
"If you wish," he murmurs, face a mere breath from her own.
Kayo's heart pounds so hard the thrumming of blood starts to hurt her ears. She feels light-headed, her skin pulsing too-tight over muscle and bone. His face is so close; she could just... This is ridiculous, she thinks. I am tangled up naked in a giant spider's web. I can't possibly -
She tilts her face up to his.
His lips curve into a smile as he kisses her. The distance is too far and the angle to awkward for it to be anything more than a faint brush of lips, ghostly, fleeting; the tip of his tongue darts out and traces over the contour of her mouth. She trembles, feels a fang graze the corner of her mouth, and makes a small, plaintive sound.
His hand lifts, his thumb tracing her jaw, fingernails skimming down her neck, over the hollow of her throat and then down her side to stroke the underside of her breast. Kayo's breath hitches, her body arching, straining to get closer, but the web holds her fast, constricting ever-so-slightly tighter around her. Palm flat against her skin, he runs his hand down over the soft swell of her belly, down, down to press warm against the nest of curls between her legs, his fingertips just brushing across the folds beneath.
There is a whimpering sound, and she is embarassed to realize it's her own; she tries to move herself against him, needing him to press deeper, oh please, inside, but she can't move. A vibration surges through the ropes against her, tremulous, and she can feel it right down in her bones; she hears a soft ringing; she needs - she needs -
"Kayo-san," he says. She moans incoherently in response. "Kayo-san," he says more insistantly, removing his hand, and she very nearly growls at him. Then she forces open her eyes, sees his lips pulled back in a terrifying grin.
"The madam," he says, "is here."
The world descends into chaos, and Kayo utters something very unladylike.
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