Hotohori\'s Passion

Disclaimer:: Nope don’t own Fushigi Yugi.

Warning:: This is graphic, masturbation, rape & good ole sweet sex. Read at your own risk.


This takes place after Hotohori stabs Tamahome and Mitsukake heals him.

Chapter One

I hung my head low as I followed the others back towards the palace, my shame unbearable. What had I done? Not only did I try to make Miaka mine but then I tried to kill her true love. The guilt I have is unreal. I can’t look at any of them. Even though I know they’ll forgive me, how will I ever forgive myself?

I look down at the swords I hold in my hands. Both blood stained and grimy. The weight of them as the weight of my heart is heavy. I turn my face to the steady rain that continues to fall. Let it wash away my tears. The tear that I cry not only for myend,end, my fellow warrior but also for the love that I know now is lost forever.


As I tilt my head back down, I see movement from the corner of my eye. I stop and turn to look towards the shadows of the courtyard. There she is, I’ve seen her before, watching me. Who is she? Is she a ghost or a figment of my tormented imagination?

Her face is lit up as lightening flashes through the sky. She is dressed now in a white nightgown, her hair wet, and flowing about her shoulders. I want to call out to her but when she sees me looking, she turns away and steps back into the shadows to disappear.

I shake my head. I want to follow her. To find out whom she is but I have my duties first. I must see that Tamahome is comfortable after the ordeal he has been through. After being given the Kadoku and overcoming it, he now has to deal the memories of what he has done to Miaka and all of us.

We reach the palace and we walk to Tamahome’s room. I leave them there and go to my chambers without a word. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I put my hands to my face and weep.


Why did things happen the way they did? All I ever waited for was the priestess of Suzaku to make her appearance. To come here so I would not be alone. Someone who would love me for me. Now I shed tears, tears that have never come before. The loneliness settles upon my heart as never before.


I make a decision. I must speak to Miaka. She has always been my friend, regardless of my feelings for her. I must make her understand my feelings and let her go forever.


I rise and change my rain soaked clothes. Then I go to Tamahome’s room. I know she’ll still be there comforting him. I slowly open the door to see them in an intimate embrace, kissing each other passionately.


My heart wrenches, it is unbearable for me to see them together like this. But I silently stare at them. My groin hardening at the tender touch Miaka places upon his chest. How I wish that it was I she was touching.

I ache to feel the loving touch of a woman. At this point, any woman would suffice. Anyone, anyone that could please me, anyone that could make me feel like a man rather than the helpless, love-struck fool that I am.

I hang my head low as I slowly make my way to the dining hall in search of something to drink. I will quench my desire in alcohol once again as I’ve done so many times before without anyone knowing. It is the only way to get rid of my desire. My desire to make Miaka mine. To take her brutally, to force her to be mine. But I’d be no better than a commoner. Like those men, that forced them selves upon Yui and Suzaku knows how many other women.


I find three bottles of sake and make my way back to my chambers. The pain between my legs growing worse the more I think of how I’d make Miaka mine.


I down the first bottle, praying to Suzaku to take away my pain. It only grows worse. This need to rut has never been more intense. I almost had her, had Tamahome not shown up when he did, she’d be mine.

I look down as I realize my hand has made its way below my robes and is rubbing my throbbing member. I pull my hand away in shock, never had I done this before. I pop the cork on the second bottle and instead of pouring into the glass, I drink straight from the bottle.

“Oh Suzaku. Why have you done this to me? Why bring this girl here and have her fall in love with one other than me?” I hear my voice. It is strained and full of emotion. Once again, I feel my hand on my member. I had slipped it within my robes again and was rug thg the tip through the thin cloth of my pants. Oh how it hurts.

I stand and walk to the basin of water sitting on the sideboard. I place my fingers in it feeling the coolness of it. Yes, I will emerge my shaft into the water in hopes that it will ease the pain. Take away this feeling that I can no longer control.

I remove my robe and lower my pants. Ah, I pull back from the basin, as the sensation does nothing to ease pain. My body has a life of its own. I can no control myself. How could this be? Through all the times I’ve been like this, I’ve been able to take control. But not now, being so close to making love to Miaka has brought on an uncontrollable urge.


“I don’t know what to do! Please someone help me!” I yell into the darkness of my chamber as I throw myself on the bed in frustration.

I pick up the bottle of sake and finish drinking the second bottle. ‘Oh Miaka, why, why? Why did Tamahome have to choice that moment to come back. Right when I almost had her where I wanted her.’

My mind flashed to the battle between Tamahome and myself. Had Miaka stayed locked in the room as I told her, he’d be dead and she’d be mine. I could see myself fucking her. ‘Oh Suzaku, how I want to be in her.’


I once again realized my hand working my throbbing pain. This time I gave in. I knew it was wrong to give in to the need but I couldn’t help myself. My raging hard-on wouldn’t let up no matter how I tried.


I grabbed the feather pillow and squeezed it between my legs, working it. It didn’t help. The urge to fuck something just wouldn’t quit. I put both hands to it, one gently circling the tip the other squeezing. Before I realized, I had worked myself into a frenzy. I placed the pillow on myself as I worked it harder, not wanting to see. I was writhing in ecstasy, humping my own hand with ardor. I felt myself coming to release and began to pump more quickly, pushing the pillow over my hardness in an attempt to imagine myself in Miaka. I finally reached release only to find my member still hardened, still wanting to be in Miaka.


Oh Suzaku, how do I find release? How do I stop this insatiable ache? I stood up, picking up the third bottle of sake and walked to sit in front of my mirror. My face was flushed. I felt ugly. I was so ashamed of myself but that was not to be the last time I felt as such. For what I did next was incomprehensible.


I put on my riding tunic and left the palace. Unbeknownst to me, I was followed by one of my advisors. As I approached the harem quarters he ran ahead of me and slipped inside calling the girls to present themselves.


When I walked in, still feeling ashamed of myself, I had one thought on my mind and that was taking one of these girls to my bedchambers. Whether or not they agreed or not, one of them was going to make me a real man tonight.


I looked at all of them. They were so ugly to me. None of them were worthy of being with an emperor. How did they come to be here? Who was in charge of finding beautiful women to fill the harem? I wanted to scream at my advisor but I was too drunk to care at this point. I had one thought only, to find my release in a woman. I had to. This was the only way to fulfill my desperate need.

I glanced around again. That’s when I noticed the woman. She was hiding behind the others who had quickly dressed to be presented to me. This one was still in her nightgown. I walked over and grabbed her arm so I could see her. It didn’t take long for me to realize this was the woman that was standing in the courtyard. Looking down at her, her gand and hair were still damp from being outside in the rain.

She looked up at me with frightened eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of violet. It almost matched the highlights in her hair. I blinked. This woman kind of looked like Nuriko. My memories of him flooded my mind. I thought he was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. But yet as a woman, he did nothing for my libido. My whole life, I only found Miaka to be desirable.

I suddenly found myself leaning down to smell her hair. It was lightly scented like water lilies. I drank in the fragrance feeling my groin tighten as I did so. Yes, this was the one. I would have her tonight. My grip tightened on her arm and I felt her tense. Looking down at her, she turned frightened eto mto me.

I smiled down at her and whispered. “Let’s go get your things.” Her eyes grew wide with alarm but I would not take no for an answer. I looked around the room at the other woman then to my advisor.

“I want her.” My advisor began to bow and shoo the other woman away. I watched as some of them frowned or pouted. Some even gave the woman at my side foul looks of hatred. I smiled inwardly to myself. No, they won’t hate you for long.

I looked back down at the woman. Her face was pale and she shook slightly, either from fear or from still wearing the damp clothes. I didn’t know for sure and I didn’t really care. I just wanted to bed her immediately.


“Your room.” I said. She averted her eyes and slowly turned to walk down the corridor towards her room. I let go of her arm and followed behind, watching the sway of the nightgown as she walked. My member getting harder by the second as I watched her. That’s when I realized she was barefoot, her slender feet spotted with drops of dry mud from the courtyard. For some reason, this seemed to turn me on even more and I reached beneath my tunic to adjust my straining member.


Once inside her room I closed the door and grabbed her by the arm. My need, once again, taking control of my senses. I looked down at her with heated eyes as she stared back, fear written across her beautiful features.


She had reason to fear me. At that moment my mouth descended upon hers, ravishing her lips in a brutal kiss, demanding something that she was not prepared for. Her hands came up to push me away. She tried to scream. That’s when I gained entrance to her mouth, pushing my tongue into her depths. Savoring the sweetness I found there.


She groaned and tried with all her might to push me away. I would not allow it. Her struggles just making me want to violate her even more. I felt like an animal bringing down my prey. I grasped her by the hair, pulling her head back. Looking into her face, I saw the tears beginning to pool behind her eyes. Eyes that for the life of me reminded me of Miaka crying over Tamahome.

Then she spoke. Her voice straining to hold back her tears. I wanted to smack her, make her stop. Instead, I did the unthinkable. I shoved her head down as I pulled up my tunic and lowered my pants bringing my throbbing manhood into view. I pushed it into her face.


“Take it in your mouth bitch.” My voice sounded distance, throaty, not like my own. She obeyed. And the sensations of her hot wet mouth upon the tip knocked me to my knees. I pushed her face into my lap as I wrapped my hands in her hair. She moaned and made sputtering noises as I rocked back and forth forcing her to do the deed. Then she began to sob. It was heart wrenching but I wouldn’t give up until I was satisfied.


I felt my release quickly approaching and the motion of my rocking intensified. It was then that my conscious got the better of me. I pushed her away just as I felt myself began to cum. She fell backwards onto the floor landing on her butt as I grabbed my shaft to finish it. She watched for a moment before turning away as my seed splattered to the floor.

She was on all fours trying to crawl away from me. The fabric of her nightgown clung to her buttocks. The action was causing me to become erect once again. She glanced back as she saw me descend upon and she screamed. The scream echoed in my mind, it was primal and full of fear.


All I could do was grin at her as I crawled across the floor capturing her hips in my hands. There was no love here, just the desire to take her. She was not willing. I didn’t care. My raging hormones were out of control. All the pent up frustrations hitting me full force. Before I realized what I was doing, I had hiked her nightgown up around her waist as she pleaded and begged me not to touch her. With one quick motion I ripped her panties off her and began to mount her.


Her screams and thrashing became more frantic as she realized what I was about to do. I reached out putting my hand over her mouth as my other hand slipped between her legs. She stiffened and stopped screaming but she didn’t stop trying to push me away. She bucked back trying to knock me off her as I slipped a finger into her warm core. She stopped pushing, I felt her body go limp as she tried to throw herself flat to the floor. This caused me to release my hand from her mouth and I grab her by the waist to keep her close.


She let out a wicked scream that just intensified my arousal. I had to take her. I just had to. She tried to squeeze her legs together but I pulled her down on me impaling her with my shaft. I felt her virginal membrane break as I plunged into her core. Oh Suzaku, the feelings that coursed through my body at that moment about killed me.


She was so tight around my swollen member. It hurt so badly. The need to fuck her was so intense. I paused, savoring the feel before I started my intense violation of her soul. She cried out in pain, her cries intensifying my pleasure. I brought my hand up to caress her breast through her gown. She tried to pry my hand from her and she almost tipped us over but my hand around her waist was tight and I stopped us falling over.


She began to sob but gave up to the torture I was inflicting upon her. I felt myself getting ready to spill my seed and I sat back on my heals pulling her with me, lifting her up and down until I found my release. When I was finished, I released her. She crawled away from me, staring daggers at me for my violation. I averted her gaze, this was not how me, the emperor was supposed to act.


I watched as she stood up, her sobbing had stopped but the tears still flowed freely. I began to feel shame and I stood up, pulling my pants back up. She shivered and moved around the bed to get away from me.

She tried to speak, her mouth moved but no words came. I too tried to speak but my throat restricted as I found myself becoming aroused once again.


What is wrong with me? I thought. How can this desire be so insatiable? Her gaze followed mine as I felt my pants begin to bulge again. Her eyes got wide and she backed away from the bed, looking around as if seeking an escape. But I stood between her and the door.


A sadistic smile came to my once beautiful face. I was gonna take her again and this time she would enjoy it. This time I would bring her to arousal if it killed me.


I started towards her and she screamed. “No! Don’t come any closer!” I stopped, giving her my most perfect smile, not trusting my voice. I put my hand out in hopes that she would come to me willing.


She backed further away, as I came around the foot of the bed. She made a mad dash for the bed trying to sprint across. She fell on it as I ran back around to the other side, grabbing her by the arms. She screamed as I flipped her onto her back.


“Please. I just want you to love me.” I pleaded with her. She looked at me like I was insane when I said those words. Which I was insane, insane with the need to rut over and over again until my body was satisfied.

I don’t know if it was the sake or just the frustration of never having a woman but I had to have her. I never thought this need was humanly possible. I was insatiable.

I pinned her arms above her head with one hand as I ripped her nightgown from her body. I gasped at the site of her full bosom. With one hand, I traced from her chin to one nipple with the gentlest of caresses. She gasped and shook her head no, the tears beginning again. I wanted to erase the tears. I bent my head down and kissed her eyes, her nose, then her lips. She sniffled a few times but I felt her start to relax.

I whispered in her ear. “You could be my wife, my empress. Would this not please you? Is this not why you are here?” I think my words made her understand. I didn’t want to hurt her again. I just wanted someone whom I could love and that would show me that same love back. I wanted this woman with all my heart, not just to erase the image of Miaka but because I saw her as a woman that I could grow to love. Isn’t that why I was here? To find a wife? Wasn’t that the point of having all these women in the harem?

She never spoke to me but she began to relax. I brushed my hand against her soft womanly mounds. Then she gasped when I reached down and put my mouth to one, tracing circles with my tongue around the nipple feeling it tighten at my touch. It was so sweet, the smell of her, and the softness of her skin. I wanted to rub my whole being against her silkiness.


I bent my head down lower loosening my grip on her hands. She buried her hands in my hair and gripped it tight. At first, I thought she was going to fight me but she didn’t. She just held on as I reigned kissed down her abdomen as I eased my hand between her thighs. She didn’t want to spread her legs at first but I think the pressure of my fingers seeking out her moist spot made her give in. She spread her legs to me as I dipped my head in to taste her.

Oh Suzaku, the scent that assaulted my senses. Hers and mine mingled. I thought I would pass out from desire but I had to please her first, make her want me as much as I wanted her.

I began to lap at her sweetness. She wiggled, then started to shake her head from side to side as my tongue dipped deeper and deeper. She gave a great moan and I knew I was doing everything right this time. Although I still held a slight guilt for the manner in which I took her at first.

I wanted to satisfy her, only in ways that she knew. I licked and suckled her until she screamed. And when she screamed, she screamed my name.


“Hotohori!”


I was shocked and I sat back staring at her. I never dreamt that any of the women in the harem knew my name. She looked at me with hooded eyes than I saw the crimson color creep onto her cheeks. My mouth hung open in utter k. k. She knew my name? I thought only the warriors and Miaka knew my name.


I suddenly felt a foot touch my thigh. I was gaping for so long I lost my train of thought. She had actually subdued my desire just by calling my name. When she touched me, my thoughts were brought to an extreme halt and I regained my desire quickly as I looked into her eyes. Her desire mirrored my own and I quickly moved to poise above her.


She reached up putting her hands around my neck, urging me forward. I felt at a loss all of a sudden. She wanted me? Could she really be inviting me to make love to her?


Her insistant tugging at my shoulders brought me back and I leaned down taking her lips possessively. She responded to my kiss with the same wanton passion as I gave her.

I felt her run her hands down my back, pulling against my hips as she arched up to meet me. With one hand, she reached, gripping my member and slowly, painstakingly slow, she guided me to her warmth. I lost control at that time as I felt her buck up to meeting me with the same passion that overwhelmed me.


I drove myself deeply into her, savoring every thrust. She let out a soft moan as I released her lips to concentrate more at the task at hand. I went slowly at first. Her rocking her hips in time with my own. It was glorious. I had never dreamt it would feel this good to have a woman want me. I felt her muscles began to contract around my throbbing shaft and I pushed deeper, wanting to loose myself in her.

She gripped my hips and wrapped her legs around my waist thrusting harder against me. She began to scream again but it was a passionate scream as her muscles made one final contraction around me as I thrust one last time. I felt myself burst inside her and rocked, never leaving her warm core. She quivered in my arms as the throws of her orgasm slowly subsided.

I put my head to her forehead and kissed her nose. Looking into her eyes, she smiled up at me. A smile that would remain emblazoned in my mind forever. Our bodies relaxed as our breathing slowly came back to normal and she closed her eyes. I eased myself out of her and lay down beside her, wrapping my arm around her waist. I was satisfied at long last. She snuggled closely to me, her head against my chest. And I swore I heard a muffled whisper. “I love you.” Then we drifted off to sleep.