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Chapter List
- 1-BOUND
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty-One
- 22-Twenty-Two
- 23-Twenty-Three
- 24-Twenty-Four - END
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~ Sixteen ~
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With his palm cupping the back of my head, Madara kissed me using lips, tongue, and teeth with an amazing amount of skill and care. He had upper and lower fangs beyond those supple lips, but the only damage they did was to my crumbling self control. His agile tongue curled around mine to taste me thoroughly, soft pleased groans coming from his throat. His other hand was firm against my butt, pressing me up against his belly, and his erection.
Trembling from the surge of pure heat spilling into my gut at an ungodly rate, I couldn't help but notice that he tasted of fresh water and moonlight, for lack of a better description. There was another taste under it too, one that was purely masculine and completely recognizable -- lust.
To say that I'd never even considered that Madara would have such...urges would have been a lie. More than a few spirits had openly flirted with him and he'd flirted right back. He'd even made the occasional off-color joke. However, I never thought he might see me in that way. Sure, I’d noticed him staring at me with hunger in his eyes. Even in his cat form, he did it almost constantly. However, when he called me 'tasty', this was not what I thought he'd meant!
However, that didn't stop my eyes from closing all by themselves, or my body from going pliant in his arms. I found myself returning his kisses, stroking his tongue and nipping his lips with my flat teeth.
Madara released a pleased groan that sounded suspiciously like a purr.
I replied by moaning straight into his mouth and rocked forward in his lap, deliberately rubbing my cock against his. I slid against him with delicious ease. Too much ease, in fact. It felt as though his dick was coated in some kind of thick...oil.
Alarm spilled through me -- and embarrassment. He was prepared.
My eyes opened wide. I jerked my mouth from his and turned away. What the hell was I doing? First Natori, then Kaname, now Madara...? What kind of a...slut was I turning into that I would give in so easily to anyone that wanted me?
Madara's brow lifted and a smile curled his lip. "Is that regret I smell?"
My body was howling with urgency, my cock actually weeping for relief, but I was determined to keep myself under control -- for once. I shook my head. "I-I shouldn't be doing this."
Madara's clad hands slid down to my rump and he rolled his eyes. "Once again, your human morals rise to cloud your instincts." He smiled sourly. "Lucky for you, I'm willing to assist you." His fingers dug into my butt-cheeks to lift me up against his chest.
I fell forward against his shoulder, my knees splayed wide to frame his hips. I gasped in wide-eyed alarm. "Madara?" I tugged at my arms, but my wrists were too firmly tied. "What are you doing?"
He looped one arm tight around my hips while his free hand reached down under my ass. "What am I doing?" His golden eyes narrowed and his smiled showed long teeth. "Making pancakes." He lowered me, letting me slide down his chest. The hot broad head of his cock nosed into the crack of my ass then centered on my anus.
A small whimper of fear -- and hunger, escaped my throat. He wasn't really going to do...this, was he?
His lips brushed my temple and his deep powerful voice growled softly against my ear. "If you want it, take it. If you don't...?
His voice... A shiver spilled down my back and my entire body trembled.
"...All you have to do is lean away and I'll let you fall back on the pillows." His arms loosened around me. "The choice is yours."
I automatically stiffened my legs, bracing my splayed feet on the futon to keep from being impaled on his cock. But--
--But I just couldn't make myself lean back. I couldn't push myself away. Despair spilled through me. "Why, damn it?"
Madara stilled utterly. "Why...what, Natsume?"
Like a dash of cold water to my face, I realized I'd spoken out loud. I ducked my head to hide my eyes behind my hair.
Madara's free hand cupped under my chin, lifting my face to meet his golden gaze. There was no smile on his lips. "Tell me."
Bitterly embarrassed, I could only speak in a whisper. "Why does my body...want this?"
"Ah..." A slight smile lifted his lips. "You're hungry." He snorted. "In fact, you're damned near starving."
I shook my head, confused. "Hungry? For...this?"
He loosed a soft sigh and pulled me against his broad chest, easing the strain on my feet and legs. His nose burrowed in my hair by my ear. "Your human body eats food, but your...spirit is more like ours. It needs what we need, and the only way for your human body to get it, is--"
"Sex?" I stared at him, incredulous. He had to joking!
He pulled back and smiled. "By consuming the spirit of others."
Cold horror spilled through me. "I have to eat other spirits?"
His brows lifted. "Well, you could...?"
I shook my head hard. "No! Absolutely not...!"
He rolled his eyes. "There goes your soft heart again."
"No!" I bared my teeth and struggled to get back off his lap. "I won't do that...!"
Madara tightened his arms around me and chuckled. "Don't be so hasty, Natsume! You only need a small portion, and that is freely given during sex."
I stilled in his arms and blinked at him. "Freely given...?"
Madara nodded. "When you make your partner reach climax, their spirit opens and releases a portion to you." His gaze narrowed and his smiled twisted into a snarl. "That is what that bastard sorcerer is doing to you. He's eating part of your spirit every time you climax."
I shook my head. "But, why do I want it?"
Madara's snarl shifted into a wry smile. "Because when he climax's, he releases a portion of his spirit too and your body instinctively recognizes that it's food. However..." His lips curled to show a fang. "You are not getting nearly enough to make up for what he takes."
I winced. "Is that why I can't resist him?" Or anyone else for that matter?
Madara snorted. "Exactly. He only feeds you enough to sharpen your hunger, never enough to satisfy it. He's deliberately starving you to keep you obedient. He's knows good and well that once you eat your fill, his lure will no longer work."
I looked up from under my long bangs. "Does that mean I'll stop...wanting it from other people too?" Would I stop wanting Kaname? Somehow, that thought didn't make me feel all that comfortable.
Madara blinked. "To some degree." Abruptly his eyes widened. "Oh, you mean the blind priest's kid?" He shook his head and smiled sourly. "You have one of those human connections...an emotional attachment I think they're called. He's not merely food to you."
My mouth spoke before I could think to stop it. "Am I just food to you?"
Madara blinked then grinned. "Not at all! You're a great source of entertainment too." His smile soured and he rolled his eyes. "When you're not trying to kill yourself helping every little spirit that comes your way."
The pain that stabbed through my chest was fierce and biting cold. I looked away. "I-I see."
Madara winced then sighed heavily. "Look, Natsume..." His gaze slid away and his voice dropped to barely a whisper. "I don't stick my neck out for just anyone." Pink colored his pale cheeks and his chin lifted. "And that is all I'll say on this matter."
My eyes widened. Was he implying that he did have some sort of attachment to me? I couldn't be sure, but the chill in my chest faded to be replaced by incredible warmth.
He smiled. "Ready to make your choice?" His arm around me relaxed.
I slipped lower in his hold. The pressure on my anus increased to a sharp ache. A soft whimper escaped me. I stiffened my legs to hold myself up.
His lips brushed my ear. "Are you sure you don't want a taste of me? I assure you, I'll enjoy filling you -- body and soul." One broad palm on the back of my rump slid up my spine, his long nails scoring me lightly.
Under a rush of upward shivers, a deep hungry throbbing began right behind my balls.
Despite the fact that there were long nails on his fingers and fangs in his mouth-- Despite the fact that there was no mistaking him for anything other than a non-human predator-- Despite the fact that this was Nyanko, for crying out loud...! Despite every objection I could think of; the urge to submit, to surrender, to give in, and take the pleasure offered was--
--Irresistible.
My body wanted this. I wanted this. I wanted him. I sucked in a breath and threw back my head with my eyes closed tight. I pushed to open myself. Sadly, it didn't take much effort. My body was that damned eager.
His oiled cock-head breeched me all too easily and entered, spreading me almost uncomfortably wide. He groaned and grabbed my ass with both hands, easing me downward with exquisite care. Slowly his shaft slid up into me, impaling me, filling me.
My thighs came to rest on his with his cock fully sheathed in my ass deeper than Natori had ever gone. I hissed and writhed, not because it hurt, but because it felt wonderful.
His palms on my ass pushed me upward, lifting me against his chest. His voice rumbled softly in my ear. "Take what you need, Natsume. Take your fill." His hands shoved me downward and onto him.
Pleasure detonated within me. It exploded deep within my belly then blazed up my spine to burn in the back of my skull. To hold back my scream, I kissed him like a starving man, sucking hard on his tongue and damned near biting him in the process.
Moaning, he fell back onto the futon, taking me with him.
Sitting atop him, the change in angle rubbed so perfectly against that hungry place deep within, a howl escaped my throat. I writhed and ground downward for more.
Beneath me, Madara grabbed onto my hips and arched up to meet me with his mouth open and his eyes closed as though suffering breathtaking torment.
Somehow, the tie around my arms came free. I immediately grabbed onto his shoulders. Using my knees, my feet, and my thighs, I rode him as fast and hard as I could.
Beneath me, Madara shuddered and bucked, moaning in that deep velvet rumble.
Hot wetness and blue light flooded into me bringing a warmth and satisfaction that was almost better than orgasm. I screamed. It was wonderful, but not enough -- not nearly enough.
Despite the fact that he had obviously reached climax, Madara's erection didn't fade. Instead, he rolled me over onto my back, sat up, and pulled one leg up and onto his shoulder. It turned me on my side. With one hand firm on each thigh, he began pounding into me.
All coherent thought dissolved under the fierce pleasure of his cock slamming into me.
I don't know how much time passed, but it seemed that in only moments Madara was arching back and moaning. His cock pulsed within me and more hot wetness with more of that electrical blue jetted inside me.
I moaned with satisfaction and shuddered, the tight coil of pleasure deep in my belly poised to explode into release.
His hand wrapped tight around the base of my cock. "Not yet."
My release retreated back into my balls leaving behind a throbbing ache. I gasped in shock.
Panting for breath, he fell atop me, his cock still buried deep. "Let me give you a little more." His mouth took mine in a fierce kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his thick white hair and replied with enthusiasm.
He pulled his lips from mine, grabbed my shoulder, and withdrew his cock. It was still hard.
Moaning in disappointment, I reached for him.
Chuckling, he flipped me over onto my belly. With his hand firm on my shoulder, he urged my ass upward then nudged my knees wide. He leaned over my back.
I barely had time to brace myself on my forearms.
He entered me in one long hard lunge.
I gasped and writhed.
As before, he took me, came, then stopped my release. "Not yet, not yet..." Then he did it again and again until time lost meaning.
Eventually I ended up on my back, a sweating frustrated mess hardly able to move and barely coherent. "Please..." My voice was so hoarse from screaming that I couldn't speak above a whisper. "Please let me cum...?"
Madara smiled, his bone-white skin gleaming with sweat. "I love it when you beg." His voice was almost as hoarse as mine. He gripped my hips, ducked his head, and took my cock into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
My release was almost instantaneous. There wasn't time to scream, merely gasp. The pleasure was so ferocious; it exploded in the back of my head.

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I awoke from the deepest dreamless sleep I ever remembered having to find myself curled up against Madara's warm side. A thick kimono that shifted between shades of red, violet, and twilight blue was spread over the both of us like a blanket. I raised my head.
With his arms folded under his head and his eyes closed, Madara appeared to be asleep. He took a deep breath then opened his scarlet lined, golden eyes. He smiled just a little. "How do you feel?"
I frowned in thought. How did I feel? Truthfully, I felt as though something inside me that had always been in turmoil was finally at rest, but how did one describe that? "Calm." It was the only thing that came to mind.
He nodded and closed his eyes. "Good." He raised a hand to pat my head. "Go back to sleep."
I didn't think I could, but somehow I did.
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