Shishio and Yumi: An Infernal Romance

Warning: Major Lemon ahead.

Chapter 3

Makoto Shishio grinded his teeth in agony, as pain racked his entire body. As was to be expected, having third degree burns all over his body did effect him greatly at times. He had not been to a doctor in ages – it was just too dangerous right now, especially in Kyoto. The red light district could be trusted not to tell government officials since they hated them almost as much as he did, but doctors were a different story. Letting out a low growl, he felt as though he was still being burnt alive. His burns throbbed with a searing pain. Lost in world of hot torture Shishio clawed at his bandages and stumbled around the room, thrashing at everything in sight. He looked for something – anything – to help sooth the pain even a little bit, but found nothing.

Finally he fell to his knees in total anguish. It was only at times like this, when he was completely, alone that he allowed himself any sort of vulnerability. He hated it and himself for acting so weakly, but it also fueled his greatest hatred of all… for the Meiji Government. If it hadn’t been for those bastards he wouldn’t be in this wretched rented room, groveling on the floor in agony, looking like a monster! He had once been such a handsome man with unbelievably smooth skin and long silky raven hair. It wasn’t exactly that he missed his looks since it didn’t really contribute to his fighting but these burns put limits on him in every aspect of life. He couldn’t stand limits. They were his greatest enemy. He slammed his fists on the tatami mat in frustration.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Shishio froze and took a deep breather before calmly getting to his feet. Every part of his body screamed in misery but he ignored it. The strong could never act as a weakling would. “Come in,” He ordered hoarsely.

Much to his surprise, it was not Soujiro’s small form that graced the doorway but woman’s curvy one. It was quite a bold move even for Komagata Yumi since this was not the room they usually met in and her early arrival had caught him a little off-guard. He had not changed into new bandages so more of his charred skin was exposed and he was also not wearing his usual violet kimono. Her mouth dropped slightly for only a split second, but it was long enough for Shishio to notice. Furrowing his brows in humiliation he stalked towards her. “What are you doing here so early? I did not invite you to this room! I-”

“Please Lord Shishio,” She cried, throwing herself down at his feet. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I brought you a gift.”

Shishio stared down at her panting and frightened form. She did, indeed, have something in her hand. Sighing, he turned away from her and walked back into the shadows of the room. “What is it?”

Slowly she raised her head, trying in vain to make out his expression in the darkness, and then positioned herself on her knees. She meticulously unwrapped the object she had been carrying, revealing a small oval container, which usual held ointments of some kind. Shishio raised an eyebrow at the present. “We woman of pleasure must be kept in the finest condition for our clients. Therefore we are sent to the best physicians in all of Kyoto. I arranged to have this cream made for you…to help your burns,” She said in a slightly bashful whisper, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mention your name.”

He did not answer. The only response she received was a piercing stare from his blood red eyes – calculating, judging, and desiring her. Suddenly, Shishio found himself not in the position of power for he couldn’t tell if this was the real Yumi bringing him such a thoughtful gift or the shrewdly planned gesture of an oiran. Perhaps she was merely thanking him for dismissing all of her other clients? Either way, it affected him deeply. The lack of a woman’s touch was really starting to wear on him and Yumi was unlike any female he had ever encountered before. Even now, he could clearly see the outline of her breasts under her crimson kimono, causing his loins to swelter with craving.

Yumi looked back at him with genuine eyes. It was the first time since they had met that she could somewhat see the man behind the mask. She had always expected that his burns must be painful but from what she had heard from outside the room they were excruciating. Not only that, but she could tell that his veins were overflowing with desire for her. “He probably hasn’t been intimate with a woman since the assassination attempt,” Yumi thought sympathetically. Gathering up all her courage, she gradually got to her feet. “Shall I apply it?”

Tilting his head, Shishio slowly moved towards her. Although her breathing became heavier, she stood still and let his fingers tip her chin upwards to meet his gaze. “Are you sure you want to do that, Yumi?” He whispered huskily, causing shivers to run up and down her spine.

“Yes, Lord Shishio,” She answered with a sweet smile, uncharacteristic for such a voluptuous woman. His mouth tightened into a precise line and he narrowed his eyes as if trying to decide whether or not she was telling the truth. However, when Yumi’s small and delicate hands voluntarily glided up his chest to untie his bandages, he relaxed and chose to watch what the little minx was up to.

He never stopped paying attention to her, noting every look, every movement that she made when his scorched chest was revealed to her. He swallowed deeply as he saw that the look upon her face was not one of disgust or repulsion – but sincere sympathy and concern. Yumi bit her lip to keep from gasping. How could anyone live through such a horrible tribulation? She couldn’t even imagine how much pain this man had gone through. To be burnt alive and then abandoned – it was one of the worst fates she could think of. And yet he had somehow managed to not only get back on his feet but retain his original strength and power. He was scarred on the outside, but internally he was still the same invincible warrior she had been told about. Unafraid, she lightly let her fingers roam the blistered flesh. Shishio’s jaw clenched in attempt to stop a small gasp from escaping his lips. Just when he thought that he had once again gained control over his senses, Yumi bent down to place velvety kisses on his wounded flesh. “Yumi…” He moaned slightly, leaning his head back, “You are not applying the cream.”

She exhaled against his chest and whispered, “And?”

He grinned in delight, realizing that the woman had quite the playful side. “And I don’t appreciate being lied to,” He joked.

Sighing in disappointment, she pulled back from him and rolled her eyes at his grin before opening the jar of medicine. Piling up a good amount on her fingers, she gingerly massaged the ointment onto his burns. For a few minutes, neither said a word and the silence was starting to bear down on Yumi’s nerves. She did have an important question to ask him, after all. “Why did you do it?” She murmured against his back.

He knew exactly what she was talking about but decided to act unaware. “Do what?”

“Dismiss my other clients…It must have cost you a great deal of money and…” Her voice faded away as he turned to face her.

“Why do you think I did it?” He hummed in low tone.

Yumi’s face contorted with a whirlwind of emotions. “Just tell me you did it so that I would sleep with you sooner!” She practically begged.

Shishio lifted his hand to caress her blushing cheek and asked, “Would that make it easier for you?” Pulling her close to him, he left blazing hot kisses on her neck, sucking and licking her porcelain skin.

Yumi gasped and tilted her neck to give him better access. For the first time in her life, she found herself wanting to make love to a man – to give herself fully and freely of her own accord. And it scared the living shit out of her. If only he would just admit that he did it for his own selfish actions she could see him as any other horny client. She would give him what he wanted and be done with it. But if he had done it for her – even if it was just the slightest side thought – she feared that she would want to do more than just sleep with him. Closing her eyes, she breathed, “Yes.”

Shishio chuckled against the crook of her neck, before pulling her onto his lap. Rubbing his cheek against her own, he said, “There wasn’t one but many reasons behind my actions, Yumi. Of course I want to have my way with you as soon as possible, but that isn’t just it. I hate the Meiji scum who betrayed and burnt me alive… and the thought that the same bastards were raping you – a woman I respect – was more than enough to make my blood boil.” Yumi shook her in disbelief. It was what her heart had wanted to hear but not her mind. Her hopes and fears were both coming true at the same instant and it was almost too much for her to bear. Upon seeing that she was in emotional turmoil, Shishio gently but firmly took hold of her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Do not fear me, Yumi… I may be evil but I am not like the Meiji filth that-”

Before he could finish, she slammed her lips hungrily against his, snaking her arms around his neck. No longer caring whether or not it was a mistake; no longer thinking about what would happen afterwards, Yumi had made the decision to satisfy all of this man’s pleasurable desires… because he was the only man who had ever told her that he respected her. This added on to the fact that he was incredibly powerful and clever, made him absolutely irresistible to the young woman despite his appearance.

She opened her mouth to give his tongue access for entry, which he did gladly and a bit roughly. The passions that had been forcibly locked deep within him erupted in the single instant when her lips had met with his. Tightly grasping her thigh with one hand, his other ran through her hair, deepening the kiss. Loving his fervent touch, Yumi teasingly rubbed her womanhood against his already stiffening erection. This time Shishio was unable to stop the gasp that broke the kiss. She smiled mischievously at his reaction and began to make a trail of kisses down his throat.

“What are you smiling about?” He chuckled while dipping his hand inside her kimono to grab one sensitive breast.

It was Yumi’s turn to moan as he tenderly flicked, squeezed, and rubbed the now firm nub. She could already feel her lower lips becoming wet. “Lord Shishio…” she whimpered, not used to being the one pleasured.

The sight of her in a state of ecstasy, head tossed back and face flushed, drove Shishio to practically the edge of insanity. Growling, he ferociously pushed her on her back and hurriedly ripped off her obi, displaying her body fully. He panted heavily as he let his crimson eyes gorge upon her luscious body. Yumi blushed at the sheer hunger he had for her. She had been with so many men, but never had she been so fully desired. She reached up to try to untie the bandages covering his face. Shishio returned to his senses with a jolt, shocking her. “Yumi… you don’t want to see,” he whispered.

Frowning, Yumi caressed his cheek reassuringly and begged softly, “Please Lord Shishio…” Raising herself up to him, she kissed his lips encouragingly. Shishio closed his eyes, feeling himself once again falling back into passion, and sighed in consent. Slowly she began to unravel his dressings…until only a mix of scarred, burnt skin, bloody red eyes, and patches of scorched hair remained. Yumi studied the details of his face for a moment. She could tell from his fine bone structure that he must have been quite striking before the assassination attempt. Shishio held his breath apprehensively. He had never shown his face to anyone – besides Soujiro, who could care less – since he had received the burns. Even though she had said that she was not repulsed by his burns before she had not seen them in full like now. What if she became frightened? When she continued to stare in silence he asked almost bitterly, “Now are you satisfied?”

Realizing that she had been staring for too long, Yumi brushed her lips softly against his and smirked, “I won’t be satisfied until I have you.”

Needing no other words of encouragement, Shishio once again assaulted her mouth with the ferociousness of a ravage beast. She hadn’t been lying to him – as a manslayer he was able to read into these things. Yumi truly yearned for him. Straddling his lap, Yumi let her hands roam up and down his strong muscular back. Wanting to feel more of her, Shishio clasped her ass tightly before slowly moving his fingers to stroke her moist pink folds. Yumi’s mouth opened wide, letting out a loud moan. Shishio smirked before inserting one digit inside her, while taking one firm nipple into his hot mouth. Yumi instinctively arched her back and cried out again. Her arms latched onto his shoulders for support, as a second finger entered. Although he began at a slow pace, the swordsman was now quickly moving his fingers in and out of her pink chasm until he began to feel her juices spill over them. An intense wave of passion began to wash over Yumi’s entire body. Unable to hold herself upright, she fell against his chest, moaning and sighing into his ear. This only aroused Shishio more and caused him to speed up his attack. Finally, she screamed out in orgasm and her walls clamped tightly around his charred fingers. He let her limp body rest in the aftermath for a moment before amusedly asking, “You have never really been pleasured by a man before, have you?”

“Most men pay for the work to be done for them… not the other way around,” Yumi panted.

“I see,” Shishio said, tenderly pushing aside a loose strand of her hair from her face, “And are you good at your work?”

Grinning, Yumi gently pushed him onto his back. “Let me show you,” She commanded sensually. Shishio gave her a wily grin and complied, resting his head on the back of arms. Yumi began to place teasing kisses at a painfully slow rate all over his chest and abdomen. Shishio grinded his teeth impatiently as he felt his member twitch with anticipation. However, Yumi continued her playful journey, even letting her nipples lightly rub against his flesh. After a few moments of this sweet torture, the oiran decided to give her lover what he so desired and moved downward. Once she had released his manhood from its bandaged cage, she licked the head delicately before wrapping her lips around it entirely. Shishio closed his eyes and exhaled – quite pleased. She moved down to the shaft, gliding her plump lips up and down his full length.

Tired of foreplay and overcome by desire, he ran his hands through Yumi’s hair affectionately and whispered, “Enough, let me have you now.” Yumi smiled and licked her lips. He began to move after her, but she shook her head playfully. Positioning herself above him, she slowly enveloped his rigid manhood. As soon as she was completely saddled, Shishio gripped her ass and began to pump into her wildly. He was rough, as she had expected, but not in the way her other clients were – she enjoyed this kind of roughness for it displayed the powerful desire he had just for her. It felt as though she was being lit on fire from the inside. His body was so hot that she literally thought she was going to be consumed by the flames within him. Shishio was impressed how easily she kept up with his quick pace and was mesmerized by the way her breasts bobbed up and down as she moved above him.

Feeling himself nearing his climax, Shishio switched to the dominate position, surprising Yumi. The crook of her knees rested on his shoulders and his hands were placed on the tatami mat next to her hips. Sending ravenous and powerful thrusts deep inside her pink abyss, he growled softly as he finally came, spilling his hot juices inside of her. Yumi climaxed at the same time, yelling out Shishio’s name and arching her back.

Completely exhausted, Shishio rolled over onto his back and pulled Yumi next to him. Nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder, she let one arm drape casually on top of his heaving chest. There were no sweet words spoken, no meaningless promises, or childish professions. The two were content to just lay with one another. Words would have just been repetitive.

Author’s Note: Well the first lemon for this story. I hope you enjoyed it! Please keep sending in reviews to let me know what you think!
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