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Hands ghosted like callused wraiths over her tender flesh. The feeling sparking sensations in their wake. A moment ago, it had been only a moment ago that they had been staring at each other. Speaking mundane words, soft wishes of good rest and sweet dreams. It had always ended the same.

The soft smile, the cheerful promise of seeing her tomorrow and then he would turn and wander down the corridor, oblivious to the growing frustration within her. Shurei had come to expect it, for it was predictable. If nothing else, he was a creature of habit. Odd habits to be sure but they were there.

And now… this. This new game of his.

Capable hands slid over her. One against the softness of her upper arm, the other curling at the small of her waist, drawing her closer. Closer to the frame she had cuddled against, and brushed against countless times. Innocent touches. But those eyes that had held the indulgent light for so long, now held something else entirely.

Shurei lost herself in those depths, feeling herself teeter at the edge of that great chasm. And then he was leaning closer, a face beautifully carved by the hands of the heavens was dipping closer to her own. The heat and intent in his gaze making her lower stomach tighten and flutter in not unpleasant ways.

She felt her hand slid up to press against his chest. No, not press, merely rest there over the steady beat of his heart. Far too steady compared to her own. An action older than time occurred then and Shurei wondered momentarily at the mechanics of it.

He went left and she went right, faces angling in a poignant tableau. Hovering for a breath more and then his lips pressed against her own trembling ones. The velvet press of flesh, the puff of shared breath and then his grip tightened and she sighed into his mouth, lips parting to grant him access.

His lips slanted against hers, his clever tongue, fast as his brain tapped against hers. A hint of caress, only enough to make her want more. And when that soft, womanly sound of need was ripped from her throat, he gave it to her. Devouring her in artful nips and tongue brushes and made her thoughts and lower body go up in flames.

A hand slid higher to clasp the back her neck, fingertips toying in the wisps of hair at the nape of her neck, holding her close, holding her captive. Her own hands had long since wandered to twine about his neck like wayward vines with a mind of their own.

She pressed closer, rising on her toes to draw closer and that arm at her waist only tightened further to support her efforts until it seemed he supported the majority of her weight. Not that he seemed to mind that little fact.

Her taste, he decided was like green tea and sweet honey. A hint of flavor on the palate. Something you sought more of and so he did. He felt her little hands move at his nape and groaned deeply. How long had he thought of this? Of letting her know in the most primal of ways where he felt she belonged?

Being experienced, he understood how to proceed with her. Men fawned over her, were overly protective. He was guilty of these things himself. But Sakujun had no qualms about using his intellect against her. He was her ear, her shoulder, had been her traveling companion and in time he knew he would be something else.

He was no stranger to women, or their wants and needs. Hell, he’d become so adept at loving women because he had entertained more than a few of the royal advisor’s wives. Beneath the husbands’ very noses. The slower you moved at times, the faster a woman’s passion for you grew. This was the first lesson they had taught him, the second being strike hard, strike fast.

He had led Shurei a merry chase before coming to this moment. She was like spun gold in his arms, her small hands and elegant nails sliding over the nape of his neck to toy with the short hair she found there. Her h heart beat frantically in her chest, the tattoo tangible to his own.

From the back of her throat came the small, whimpering, almost forbidden sounds of passion that he had longed to inspire in her. She clung to him like an errant vine desperate for the sunlight, the warmth of his body. He had played the game with her and she had played well. Now it was done. He had commanded her to dress in this diaphnous robe. And she had.

He let his hand slide against her spine, to her hip, pulling her closer to that part of him that longed for her most. He had once told her that force was for the unimaginative and he had meant that with all his heart. It was far more entertaining to seduce or manipulate what you wanted from someone else, so much better when they believe they gave it because they wanted to.

However, now Sakujun had learned yet another mystic truth. When they did wholly surrender of their own volition, the wine of passion was far sweeter. Yes, she had played well with him, resisting just enough to work her way beneath his perfect skin, into his hard and selfish heart. Now, he found he was not touching her to feed his great desire, but to fuel her own.

To make her burn as he burned, to want as he wanted.

Shurei bit back another moan as he moved her backward, her knees hitting the fine silken linens of his bed. Her descent slowed, controlled by the strength of his arms, his back as he cushioned her in his arms. Like he had once before.

Leaning over her, he met her eyes. Gold locked with soft brown. Sunlight on tea and she thought once more that he was like a great predatory spider, but a seductively lovely one that she had no more strength of inclination to deny.

His hair like crimson silk, long and smooth fell against her. Like shining fingertips caressing as they went. Her hand rose, trembling between them, to brush a stray lock from his handsome face. She was struck by the tender gaze she found there and opened her mouth to ask of it.

Sakujun knew his thoughts were nearly clear and had no desire to speak of them. Not at this point. He placed one elegant finger against the pink cushion of her lips, shushing her. The pad of his finger was slightly callused from his practice with weaponry and Shurei found that strange contradiction more appealing that she should.

Her lower body fused with heat, and tell tale dampness that only her beautiful retainer had ever inspired before. Those hands, so clever, were sliding over her calves now, lifting and parting silk as he went, that fiery head was bending towards her heaving chest.

His breath ghosting over her nipples through the gossamer fabric he had insisted she don. In another second, he would see first hand the evidence of her desire, as the thin garment clung to the moisture of her sex. She arched up sharply beneath him when he nuzzled against the pale globe of her breast, his breath and lips teasing that pert peak against the fabric, before his hand tore it away from her to reveal the hardened button, a shade paler than her full lips.

His mouth descended again, an inferno of heated suction and bathing tongue. That pink muscle worked havoc on her, dancing around the peak, before pushing her nipple flat against her breast only to release it and watch it rise once more.

When he suckled as a child would, she felt the echoing tug between her things and tried to rub them together only to find him there. That long fingered elegant hand splayed against her inner thigh, making her breathless from passion and uncertainty of what was to come.

Skittish as a filly beneath his hands, Sakujun was tuned to her every thought, understanding from his many years of experience what she felt and what she would feel as he willed it. She tensed as his hand slid higher, laying claim to the creamy expanse of flesh he found.

“Shhh, my pretty Kou princess” he murmured, “I have promised to be gentle.”

He had, she remembered but gentleness was not exactly what she wanted. She wanted up and away from him, away from this place and it’s confusing master. She wanted to never see him again. Didn’t she? Even as she fought to hold onto these thoughts, they rang as lies in her mind and trickled away like water through cupped hands.

And then he cupped her and she became nearly as boneless as water. His mouth moving in the fragrant valley of her breasts, his fingers stroking the damp and gleaming petals of her womanhood. He pressed deeper, no longer teasing the outer folds, he sought the little button concealed within, stroking it as she arched and writhed against his hand and mouth.

Her small hand flew to cover his, to pull it from her. With a flick of his wrist Sakujun reversed their positions, his golden eyes locked on her own. Her small hand trapped between his large palm and her soaked flower. “It’s much easier to just give in Shurei, we are past the point of pretending to fight don’t you agree?”

His words were punctuated by his pressing her own finger coupled with his own into her cavern. Her eyes went wide and then fluttered as he smirked above her. Her arm lost that tense set and her breath caught. Beautiful. “That’s it” he breathed against her ear, teeth catching that soft lobe, “Feel me, feel us.”

And she did. The swirl and press of fingers fluttering inside of her body, a gentle but insistent teasing, his thumb circling around the apex of her thighs every now and again kept her on a knife’s edge. Her free hand which had been lax beside her, like some lost helpless limb, now clung to him.

Pink nails biting into his silk covered shoulder, her hips rolling only as much as he would allow. He pulled her from moments later and she couldn’t stop the small sound of regret that sprang free. He merely shrugged from his clothing, standing naked, pale and more heavily muscled than she would have been inclined to believe.

And there, nestled in cropped bright curls, his sex, full and thick, jutting up to stare at his stomach. It was heavily veined, and the purple head of it reminded her of a mushroom. But all innocent comparisons stopped there. She had heard maids and bondswomen speaking of this part of a man, this part that they often took into their mouths out of affection or want of more coin.

He was huge! There was no way she could do such a thing, how was she even to take him inside her body? He watched her eyes widen, read her thoughts all too clearly. A languid hand slid from his shoulder, down the hard planes of his stomach to catch the throbbing appendage and stroke it casually.

Those brown eyes flickered to his and then back to his hand, which was currently spreading a droplet of moisture across the thick head. “You make me want Shurei, do you see?” he asked.

Her cheeks flared at his words but he knew that she was aroused by them, by the sight of him and his touches. Now to get her to break free from that rigid little role she seemed so intent on clinging to. He crawled over her, his larger form dominating her smaller frame as he did so.

He was rather surprised when he felt her lithe arms slide over his shoulder, tangling in the deep red of his hair. He pressed hot, opened mouth kisses to the column of her throat, nipped the thrumming pulse, sucking slightly, making that pale flesh discolor. He caught her lobe again tugging it before attacking her throat again.

Her head arched back, her hands holding him there, even as his hand slid between them again, to tease and stroke and penetrate through slippery fluids and clinging folds.

Shurei was certain she would die from this. Her heart was beating far too fast, she could barely draw a proper breath, her stomach knotted and roiled. Tightness spread through her and then his finger struck deeply within her making her cry out as the pressure caused her to explode, lights and colors danced before her and the world narrowed to sensation.

Her first orgasm.

Of that he had no doubts, her muscles had yet to loose their grip on his fingers, her fluids sliding against his hand. The flush of climax stained her cheeks and chest and he found it perhaps the most erotic thing he had even seen, that was until he slowly pulled from her body and he beheld the glimmer of her on his flesh.

He longed for that. To taste it, to take all of her. He waited until she opened her eyes to look at him and brought his dew coated digits to his lips, lazily lapping them clean. “You taste divine” he assured her, seeing her somewhat shocked expression.

Taking his moist thumb he leaned forward to stroke it against her lower lip, “Open your mouth Shurei, taste what I do to you”. She would have resisted, if not for those warm honey eyes, and that sinful voice. She found herself obeying, the tip of his thumb stroking against her tongue.

She wasn’t impressed by the taste finding nothing divine about it. It was warm and slightly salty with no real flavor, yet that was not what made her lick his thumb clean and then suck it into her mouth. It was his reaction to it all. His lips slammed against hers, tongue slipping to play against her own. And then he broke away.

She gasped and groaned as he kissed a path down her throat, to her chest and then across her stomach. His male moans and growls making her hot all over. It took her mere seconds to understand what he was about and she latched onto that silken mass of hair to slow him. He merely rumbled against her stomach and with one hand tossed the lot of it upon her stomach above him, as he wedged his shoulders between her trembling thighs.

With deft fingers he parted those vibrant folds admiring the pink glistening flesh that stared back at him. The tiny entrance that soon, he would conquer. Then her scent reached him and he was lost, burying his face against her, lapping at her as though he were a man starved.

Shurei bucked and twisted, trying to wriggle away from the terrifyingly strong sensations that threatened to consume her body and soul. But Sakujun merely wrapped his arms around her thighs dragging her back, though he gentled his onslaught somewhat.

She could imagine how they appeared. Her sprawled beneath him, his pale powerful body planted firmly against her. Her small hands fisted in that mass of red hair that was spilled across her breasts and stomach. His tongue curling, lapping ,stabbing and the feeling made her shake and whimper against him.

Her slim fingers threaded through his thick hair, her little nails sliding against his scalp with delicious friction as he feasted on her. Her taste warm and piquant on his tongue making him hard as stone and he ground himself against the silken coverlet in an effort to relieve the ache growing there.

It did nothing but make t he aching, throbbing need spread up his spine. The need to be inside of her warring with any good intentions for her he might have held. He felt her shudder, her heard cry his name as her nails bit into the nape of his neck, her legs pressing against his smooth cheeks as she spiraled into climax.

He tasted that rush of hotness on his tongue and moved up her body to sheathe himself in her depths when her passion was at it’s peak. She cried out from the intrusion but the pain was nearly nothing as her body continued to pulse and ebb.

He waited for her of course. Savoring the hot wetness encasing his length. He couldn’t decide it was heaven or hell to stay still. The tight ring of muscles flexing and fluttering around him, kissing him like a wet, velvet fist. Sakujun dropped his head to her shoulder, taking a deep breath and fighting hard from control until she was aware of what he had done.

Shurei was aware of him. Above her, around her, within her. She felt small, dominated and utterly sated. He thumped inside of her, almost as if reminding her that they still were engaged. She opened her eyes on a breathy sigh and turned her head to the side, where his was cushioned beside hers.

Reaching up, she trailed her fingers down his face, “I…” she began and then stopped. What was she to say? That she never knew it could be like this? That she had never felt this way? All of this was true, and he knew it, but wouldn’t that also make it trite and redundant.

Instead she settled for action as he so often did. Lacing her fingers in his hair, she pulled him towards her and initiated a sweet yet passion filled kiss. Sakujun might have been stunned at first but quickly adjusted allowing her to play at her leisure.

When she coaxed his tongue into her mouth and suckled on it, his control snapped and he began to move.
She moaned and writhed, as he grunted and thrust, bodies slapping in heated fusion. A timeless dance that needed no words.

With every retreat, her body tightened, gripping him and sliding along his length and with every plunge it opened anew. He craved her, would always crave her he knew. Knew also that he could never have her, not as he wished to. So he would have this, all of this and make it memorable for them both.

She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his hips, rising to meet his thrusts, until he shrugged her legs over his broad shoulders for deeper penetration and thrust hard against her.

She wailed, nails scoring his back, her head thrown back and he bit her throat. One hand moving between them to tweak and play at her core to drive her headlong to orgasm again. He was close now, so very close, if he didn’t help her she’d be left behind and that just was not happening.

Rubbing furiously at her clit he felt her tighten and her scream bounced off the walls as she came. Her body a tight knot of a release. Her back bowing even under his weight and he followed her. Felt the sacs of his body draw upward and inward, grow taut with seed and then the burning rush of orgasm radiated from the base of his spine and the torrent of his seed erupted within her.

A choked version of her name fell from his lips before he dropped his head into the crook of her neck and thrust wildly once, twice, thrice more, milking himself in her tightness.

They lay still for a long time, no pretty words would be traded, they weren't needed. Both knew what was to be. This night the devil had had his way and Shurei learned of passion in the devil's hands.