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AN: I don�t know why I have such a hard time writing lemons. It�s like having teeth ripped out with pliers. *Updates*
I re-wrote the lemon scene (somewhat re-wrote). Add a change at the bottom paragraph. Let�s see, the last part was changed so I can write a few more chapters. I will probably be done within 2 maybe 3 chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own 12 kingdoms. I don�t even own One Kingdom. (LOL)

Chapter 9

Keiki stood at the entrance of the main dining hall. People were gathered and talking to others, voices raised creating one long drone, making it impossible to tell one voice from another.

Because Yoko is Queen of Kei, the party been delayed because Keiki had been on a mission. For some reason, there was no sense in throwing a party meant for the Empress of Kei without her Kirin to guide her. Even with this honor, Keiki could not enjoy it knowing the awful truth about that book. Most of all, he could not believe King En, a Taika, would cover up such an atrocity and that Rokuta would be in on it as well.

Yoko sat at the far corner of the dining hall table, next to Shoryu who currently sat at the head. They sipped on wine glasses and casually talked. Rokuta sat across from Yoko on the opposite side of Shoryu. The main dinner was over and people were waiting around until the final preparations of the ballroom were complete. A maid walked by Keiki, stopped near Shoryu and bowed her head. "The ballroom is now ready for occupancy, please follow me."

Shoryu stood and bowed to Yoko. "I request the first dance with you, Empress Kei."

She blushed. "I will be honored."

Shoryu walked by with Yoko grasping his arm, their guest followed from behind. Keiki tasted bitterness in his mouth. Yoko had not even glanced at him. Anger was not in the Kirin's dictionary. The Gods proclaimed Kirins to be on the side of righteousness. They are not supposed to feel emotions such as Jealousy, Anger, Bitterness or Envy. They are sins. Yet, Keiki could feel many of these emotions rolling around in the bottom of his stomach. It hurt. He wondered if this was what humans felt when they are at a loss. Maybe Kirins are more human than people or even the Gods give them credit. Keiki snapped out of his thoughts and followed the other guests into the ballroom. Once there, he found a place among a Prussian blue and gold-gilded wall. Obviously, with so much gold veneer in the room, no one went with out, above all King En. Most palaces were like this, even in the poorer kingdoms. Palaces are a gift from the Gods and places of sanctuary. Therefore, Keiki did not take it to heart.

The harp music filled the room with a fluttery twang and played alongside several flutes. Keiki could see Yoko moving slowly along side Shoryu, dancing and laughing. Rokuta stood off on the sideline, speaking with several Prefectual Officers and advisors. He made his way down the line, until he noticed Keiki standing against the wall.

"Feeling left out of the loop?" Rokuta commented.

Keiki's brow furrowed and his frown remained ever unchanged. "Why have you decided now to bother me?"

Rokuta glanced toward the crowd and noticed Yoko and Shoryu getting along a little too well. "I see. You're jealous that Yoko is spending too much quality time with Shoryu." He gave a laugh. "If it upsets you, do something about it. Just don't stand there glaring like an ass."

"What do you know?" barked Keiki.

"So, you're letting that stupid book get to you," Rokuta replied. "And you're going to let Shoryu win. There are always ways around rules. If you haven't learned that by now, you never will."

Keiki placed his drink down on a tray with other emptied glasses and walked out of the room. Rokuta shrugged. "It's your loss."

Rokuta believed in one thing, taking your fate into your own hands. The main rule is you always have choices. You can choose to live or die and even love or hate. You can choose to take the easy path or the long one. In the end, everyone has the same fate. Even the immortals can die. Sure being immortal has advantages, but the disadvantages make it so you do not want to take the risks of choice. Without taking risks, being immortal is more like being a mere puppet and allowing the Gods to pull the strings. Rokuta took chances, he told the truth when he was told he was not allowed. Even now, he stood a chance of the Gods turning against him. Nevertheless, they had not taken any vengeance. They did not strike him dead or give him Shotsudou. And Shoryu seemed in good spirits. Maybe it was one big celestial joke used to keep the Emperors and Kirins in line. Rokuta ran after Keiki, hoping that this insight might help Keiki with his decision.

Keiki stared into the Unkai. It was a beautiful moonlit night, every star in the sky sparkled like jewels on black satin. The sound of rushing water soothed Keiki, unlike the screech of harps and the birdcalls of flutes. He leaned over the railing and looked at the world below. They could not make out much from above the Unkai, just specks of light from the City.

The door to the balcony opened up, causing Keiki's head to turn with a nervous twitch. "Rokuta..." Keiki said. "Why did you leave your guests?"

"I have to say this," Rokuta breathless replied. "We may be just Kirin�s, but we have feelings that go beyond our duty. We are not human and not inanimate objects. If you love her...defy them...break the rules."

"We must never break the rules!" Keiki snapped. "That is being childish!"

Rokuta folded his arms. "I suppose you rather die of Shotsudou? Because either way, that is what's going to happen." He moved toward the rail and looked over the edge. "You're going to start of with unfulfilled desires and then it will change to sadness and loneliness because you won't be able to be near her. You will be too afraid to touch her, to help her, or even talk to her. All because you might do something improper like love her."

"What is it you want most in this world?" Keiki asked.

"To grow fifteen inches," Rokuta laughed. "It's hard when you look like a kid. And you, what is it you want most?"

His lips curled into a sad half-smile. "You know what I want most,� answered Keiki.

Rokuta got a devious smile, "Could it be a fresh carrot?"

Keiki's brow gave an angry twitch. "I should throw you into the Unkai."

"Geez...So serious..." Rokuta frowned.

"But, I must give you credit. You're right...I shouldn't let her slip away." Keiki moved from the rail and toward the door. Without a word, he slipped back down the hall and toward the party.

Yoko was still in his arms and the instant Keiki saw this, it fanned the flames of his desire and jealousy. Within a second, he was near the couple and prepared for what ever came next. He hoped it was not a fight, he was not sure he could win one against Emperor En. Everything, every incident since the planning of this infuriating trip led to this moment. A moment he thought should never happen because of his beliefs. But, those beliefs became cracked and twisted and no longer made sense. All that made sense, his love for his Queen.

"Yoko..." Keiki said moving his hand down her arm and removing it from Shoryu's grasp. "Come with me." He made it more of a demand than asking.

"What's the meaning of this, Taiho?" Shoryu lightly snapped. He knew what was on Keiki's mind. Any man with common sense would know. Keiki was claiming what was his. The way he possessively placed an arm around her, drawing her close but not too close. Yes, that was exactly it.

Changing his tune, Shoryu gave a subtle nod. "Go on, Yoko. I can amuse myself with one of the other lovely women." He smirked.

Once they were out of sight, Yoko pulled from Keiki�s hand. "What is wrong with you?"

Instinct seemed to be his greatest weakness. No words could explain the feeling the seemed to weep inside him. She felt as if the greatest joy and pain wrapped into a tiny bundle that wanted to burst. Yoko removed her hand from Keiki's grip but he latched onto her hand again. "You're coming with me."

Keiki seemed relentless in this pursuit. He was almost afraid he changed his mind and was not going to say a word or maybe make up an excuse. What excuse would be good enough? Tell her that the way she was dancing with Shoryu was not proper. No, he could not lie. He came this far, there is no turning back.

Keiki continued to pull her along. They walked up a flight of stairs and onto the next floor. They were also guest quarters. Keiki knew this because he had stayed in En�s royal palace before. He knocked open the door at the end of the hall and locked it as soon as they were inside.

Yoko looked worried. "What's the meaning of this?"

Keiki grabbed her and pulled her close with a gentle sort of roughness, almost playful in a way. "I don't want Shoryu to have you."

"What are you talking about?" Yoko demanded.

Keiki did not answer. His lips melted against hers as instinct once again took over his body. Yoko went limp and curled her arms around his neck and shoulders, her fingers twisting into his long blond hair. His fingers felt languid as they traced a line up her spine to her hair. Keiki removed the two pins holding up her crimson mane. Tresses of long red curls glided down her back as fluid as a cascading stream. Yoko's mind became a muddled mess. This had been what she always wanted but never thought she could have.

Yoko hesitantly pulled away. "Keiki, do you know what you are doing?" She looked pleadingly up at his face and sighed. "This is against everything this world stands for."

He pulled her back into his gentle hug. "Why Shoryu and not me?"

"Wh..what?" Yoko breathlessly whispered.

"Why him?"

"What are you talking about?" Yoko demanded.

"Were you not thinking about relations with King En?"

Yoko shook her head, not sure if she should be angry or laughing at the muddled-up Kirin. "I am not in love with Shoryu, so...the answer is no."

He took a breath and released it with a slow exhale. He felt a sudden fear tighten in his chest. Afraid to ask, he became sullen and just stared dejectedly down at Yoko's face.

Yoko whispered, "Keiki, what's wrong?"

"Nothing really, just fearful,� admitted Keiki. �I feel odd when I'm with you."

She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. "Does it feel sort of tense here?"

He gave a sudden nod. "And does it ache?"

"Yes, very much so." He replied.

"If I said that I love you, will it go away?" Yoko asked.

"Never," replied Keiki as he embraced her tighter.

They longingly stared at each other, his forehead scant from hers, lips hovering over hers, ready to take what he craved. His fingers stroked the delicate curve of her spine, curling around the thin belt that held her robes in place. Her breath instantly hitched; she was ready to give what he sought and take what she desired. His lips innocently touched hers, waiting to be accepted. Her mouth moved softly over his, her tongue touching ever so slight over his lower lip. Keiki gasped, closed his eyes and slipped open her robes.

Silk slid off Yoko's voluptuous frame and pooled by her feet. A quick tug, her chest bindings followed. Cool air caressed her heated flesh, making her shiver. His mouth moved away from hers to take a shaky breath. The tip of his nose touched hers; a sudden breath blew across her cheek. He drew her naked form against his still dressed body and rested his chin on the crook of her shoulder. He lifted until her toes barely skimmed over the carpeted floor. Yoko released a happy sigh, not even considering the consequences.

Her scent was a mix of many flowers, but mostly the airy scent of jasmine seemed to resonate from her skin. He nuzzled against her quick pulse, taking in as much of her scent as he could.

What comes next?

He was still not completely sure of the mechanics, but everything seemed to be taking a proper course. His body reacted to hers, but was not sure if her body was reacting to his. There were other things too. Was he supposed to be on top? Was she supposed to tell him what to do? How long? Would it hurt her? He felt flustered by all the questions that mingled in his mind.

He released her, letting her feet touch the floor. The moment Keiki freed her body from his grasp; her hands went to work on his clothing, tugging at the belt that held his garments on his body.

"I'm not sure what to do," Keiki stated as his clothes pooled with Yoko's clothes on the floor.

She folded against his bare chest. "Just love me as I love you." Her tongue darted over his left nipple and then the right. The feeling shot through his pulse, making every tiny hair on his body stand on end. Keiki was shocked to say the least. He had never known such pleasure could be found in a kiss.

Yoko continued the sensual assault of his body, touching his sides, running her fingernails over his ribs, down to his hips. His body seemed to twitch from every insignificant touch of her body against his.

He cupped her face with both hands, drew a deep breath, leaned down and kissed her. Then she felt it, a large bump pressed against her belly, near her navel. She moved against him, earning a sudden, melodic, throaty moan to rumble the depths of his throat.

They moved back toward the bed in the corner of the room, one that nestled into the wall.

"Lay down for me, Keiki..."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and lay down while watching his Queen move to lie at his side. Watching the way she moved, the way her firm breasts sway as the bed gave a slight bounce, made an anxious lump form in his dry throat.

Her hand moved down the length of his body and rested over his member. Her fingers curled around him, her eyes watching each of her delicate movements. Her thumb moved over its head, making him turn harder.

Keiki pushed up onto his hands, watching how she worked on his body, taken by how she lavished attention on his length. She rose above him, straddling his hips. His eyes never diverted from her face. She held him at the base, pressing his tip to her slick center.

The room stood still, not even a lungful of air passed between the two lovers. She pushed down, slowly releasing that held breath as the head of his member entered. Once fully inside, Yoko clung to Keiki, allowing the tears of her pain run down her face and splatter on his chest.

Keiki was not naive about virginity and knew Yoko is, now was once one. However, there was nothing there, no barrier to be frightened of. He had feared the blood but sensed none. He did not question it. Human nature was a strange world and very complex. Her tightness and tears were enough to prove that she was his and his alone.

He gasped and fell back against the bed, taking Yoko with him. The sudden jerk of his length forced her body to tighten around him. Yoko gasped a sharp cry. "Don't move..."

Keiki looked up, watching as her body moved upright. She steadied, using her hands and pressing them to his chest. She looked down at him, panting. Her hands moved down to his hips, preparing for the next move. She rose off his length and moved down onto him again. His eyes darted to their joining just as she withdrew his length and pulled him back into her warm sheathe.

Who knew such a simple act could be so graceful and beautiful. Her body seemed to tighten, each muscle became tense under the strain of movements. His eyes moved upward, watching her breasts give a firm bounce with each rock of her body. Keiki gripped her thighs, giving them a small delightful squeeze before moving up to her hips. Yoko rocked her hips as strong hands curled around them. His thumbs traced the curves, moved back and cupped her bottom. Fingers of one hand moved down, behind and in between, invading the folds of her womanhood. He felt where they joined and was elated by the moan that escaped Yoko�s lips. He was amazed by it all, even though it is nothing more than simple touching and stroking.

Smooth fingers moved from their joined center, up her spine, up her side and cupped her left breast. Keiki sat upward and lapped at the other. He quickly found the tip and sucked it into his mouth. As the pad of his thumb rolled over one nipple, his tongue rolled the other between his teeth.

Their bodies turned over, Yoko now lay flat under him, his mouth still wrapped around her tender flesh. Her thighs clamped around his hips, locking her legs at the ankles around his waist. Her hands gripped his hips, guiding his thrusts. They came short and quick, twisting and grinding, one upon another.

Her body writhed and arched against his, flaring her hips to meet his urgency. Keiki lifted his head to look down at her. Tears ran from her eyes and her body shook with tiny tremors. His pace quickened, each of his muscles tightened under her grip.

"Faster..." cried Yoko as her grips moved from his hips to shoulders.

Blond hair clung to his sweaty brow. Yoko moved again, reached out and brushed it away, cupping his face with her hands.

"Keiki..."

It was as if she crashed on a wave and left to drown in the depths of the Unkai. Keiki cried out against the valley of her chest. Happy tears sprang from her eyes as her body shivered and her throat rumbled with the sound of excitement.

Everything seemed hidden behind a dark veil, pierced by sparkles of stardust. She could feel him moving within her, feeling him as his climax erupted. It was as if a blanket unfolded inside her, covering every nerve with warmth. She rode on air; the only thing she felt was Keiki body.

Keiki grit his teeth together as quivers racked him with ecstasy. His body moved and his thrusts slowed as his seed spilled into her and against her inner thighs.

Once the void was gone, Yoko looked out at the new world. Keiki rested his head against her chest, his forehead pressed to where her heart pounded. Their limbs still tangled in a lovers embrace.

Keiki rolled off to one side, amazed by this new view. Something so innocent could not be evil. He drew her close and covered Yoko and himself with a blanket. He sighed and closed his eyes only to open them again.

Yoko moved against him, pressing her cheek against his chest. She weakly mewed. "I love you... Keiki."

She took a breath, released a smoldering sigh and went to sleep. He looked out at her and did not smile. That just was not his thing. Instead, he stroked the hair away from her face, turned his head away. "I love you too..." He whispered. Meanwhile, �What have I done?� ran wildly through his mind.
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