Lamp-Tricks and Song | By : Jedishampoo Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Het - Male/Female Views: 1506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Lamp-Tricks and Song
Author: Jedishampoo
Pairings:
Gojyo/F, Hakkai/F, F/Sanzo
Rating:
NC-17
Summary: A
powerful youkai woman traps the ikkou on their journey and employs a unique
kind of magic to keep them there.
Author’s Notes: Completely gratuitous and irredeemable het
with slight yaoi-ishness, written for Sharpeslass, ‘cause I knows her kinks.
Het. Hints of yaoi. Dub-con. Non-con. Gratuitousness. Exhibitionism. Molestering of Sanzo. Remember that Suika chick from the Reload episodes,
who sings their bad memories away? I
thought so. Thanks to Sharpeslass for
the beta.
Some things were harder to
capture and bind than others. Some things, however, were well-worth the extra
effort. Suika thought it a good thing that her powers were sufficient to the
task.
She stroked the soft,
blood-red hair of the half-youkai and watched his pretty face as he slept. She found a stray memory flitting its way
through his brain, caught it, then discarded it as unimportant. Up his temple her fingers drifted, then over,
touching the scars on his cheek. The marks only accentuated his good looks, and
the soft moans he uttered made her belly tighten with anticipation.
He and the others had fallen
asleep at her song-spell, just as she’d planned. The binding-lamps still shone in their rooms,
holding each of them until she could complete the spell. She’d bound their pasts away from them, and
now she would visit each man in turn, to sift through their memories, pick and
choose which to keep, which to keep locked away forever.
Forever. She loved the three of them so very much
already. Not as much as she’d
loved-- never that much. Still, the human priest and his youkai
sidekicks would make fine companions. They
were handsome, and strong, and their pasts were full of pain, making it all the
easier for her to use her powers to help them, cure them, bind them.
Suika had heard the rumors,
of course. Some traveling youkai trash
had brought the news that these men were wanted by youkai royalty for something
or other-- a scripture, perhaps? But she had no interest in monetary reward,
or any sort of victory for youkai-kind.
She did, however, have an interest in what else they could offer her.
She thought about the blond
human and the slender, muscled limbs he hid beneath his robes, and, of course,
the green eyes and black hair of the third one, and the power his bland
countenance concealed. A different man every night! Suika
promised herself. Or even-- she shivered
a little with the possibilities-- more than one a night. Or all three at once. The mind boggled. They were all so, so pretty, so, so strong..
Their strength was what
attracted her most. She wouldn’t have minded nabbing the youngest one, for he was
the strongest of them all. But three men
were more than enough, and her powers weren’t limitless. Already she had a long and busy night ahead
of her. She would enjoy, it, too:
finishing what she’d started with lamp-tricks and song.
***
Gojyo awoke to tender fingers
in his hair, to soft murmurs and breathing that was not his. When he opened his eyes the room was dim, lit
only by the little ceramic lantern on the side-table. Through a sleepy haze he could see the youkai
chick, their hostess, kneeling next to him, could see her lavender hair and
pink eyes, and her pink lips moving.
His body felt great,
loose-limbed and relaxed, completely tension-free. He wondered if he’d had
tension before, to compare his current state to. He must have, but he couldn’t remember
it. All he knew was that he felt
fabulous, and there was a hot chick in his room, and she was running fingers
through his hair. And he hadn’t even hit
on her.
“Not that I’m complaining,
but what are you doing in here?” Gojyo said, and tried to sit up.
The woman laid her other hand
on his shoulder and pressed him back into the bed.
“You are dreaming,” she said.
“That explains it,” Gojyo
said. Everything was unreal-seeming
enough that he could believe it. He was
a teensy bit disappointed, but when it came to getting laid, dreams were better
than the nothing he’d endured for--
for-- he couldn’t remember. There was a weird hole in his memory, and he
could only get the vaguest sense of where he’d come from and why he was
there. He decided it was probably an
effect of the dream.
So far it was a good dream, but that could change, he thought, then wondered why the hell such a
ridiculous idea had popped into his brain. Dreams
were always good, life was good, and where was this hair-stroking going,
anyway? He supposed he could make it
go anywhere.-- it was his dream,
after all.
One of their nights living
together in Gojyo’s house-- why was
Hakkai living there? Gojyo couldn’t remember, so he supposed it had always
just been that way-- Hakkai had
discussed lucid dreaming, something he’d read about. Hakkai was always reading shit and telling
Gojyo about it afterwards, like he was trying to give Gojyo an ad-hoc education
or something. Come to think of it, Sanzo pulled that shit, too, now and then, Gojyo
remembered, and-- hey, that was a
coherent memory! He clung to it,
though he didn’t know why he bothered.
“My, you do want to keep
those difficult memories, don’t you?” the youkai chick-- Suika, yeah, that was her name, Lady Suika-- said, and smiled. “Don’t worry-- I can make it go away.”
“Whoa! Are you reading my mind or something?”
“Yes. That’s all right, isn’t it?” Suika slid a cool, smooth finger over Gojyo’s
temple, and his body tingled all over.
The memory of Hakkai and Sanzo’s-- whatever he’d been thinking about--
slid away.
“Awesome,” Gojyo said,
because he felt awesome, and the touch of her fingers was a turn-on, even in
his dream. “That feels great.”
“I’m pleased you enjoyed it,”
Suika said, and this time when she smiled, she licked her pink lips with a
matching pink tongue.
Gojyo thought he should say
something clever and sexy, but for some reason, the holes in his memory
included all his best lines. Still,
since he was dreaming, and it was a good dream and wouldn’t matter tomorrow,
Gojyo decided to just go for it.
“Hey. Are we gonna...?”
“Of course. It will help,”
she said. “I look forward to it.”
“Fan-tastic,” Gojyo said.
Suika stood back from the bed
and untied her obi, unwrapping it round and round her waist like she was a
present, all while watching him. Now and
then her pink eyes glittered with aqua sparks, and Gojyo found that endlessly
fascinating, hypnotic, as if he would fall into her eyes, and the dream would
end and start again in the same place, or maybe somewhere else. A strip of pale material fell to the floor
“Why don’t you help me?” she
suggested.
“Okay,” Gojyo said. He would have loved to pull out a cool,
lady-killing response, but his tongue or his brain-- or something-- just plain
didn’t work in this dream. And he was so
busy staring, and felt so relaxed, that he could hardly move. But she was looking at him and her eyes were
doing that gleamy thing again, and his limbs sort of activated themselves.
He swung his legs over the
edge of the bed. His body was light,
unburdened by... something. Everything
felt great, the touch of his feet on the smooth, well-worn mat covering the
floor, the light scent of the lantern-oil, the wispy brush of the breeze
through the open window, the murmurs just out of hearing. Every sense was heightened and softened at
the same time, and while it didn’t make sense, it felt amazing.
Somehow he was standing in
front of her and his body did the talking for him. He slid his hands into the open front of her
robe; the fabric was soft, her skin was soft, and her sigh was a wispy, pleased
sound. It was a great dream. Suika was tall but Gojyo was taller, and he
bent down to give her a kiss. He felt
clumsy, and knew he should have been better at it, but it seemed to please
her. At some point his mouth drifted
down her throat; the skin of her shoulders was white and glowed in the dim
room, and it tasted like something feminine-- old roses, or jasmine--something
flowery.
“I look forward to getting
started on forever,” she whispered against his chest.
His body wanted his mouth to
suggest all sorts of things, but still his tongue wouldn’t cooperate. “Uh,” he said.
He wasn’t directing the
dream, she was, but that was okay, and she seemed to want him to kiss her again. So he did, and for a while he existed in a
mist-world of her mouth, cool and smooth inside as her skin was outside, sharp
little teeth, breeze on his skin as his shirt came off, somehow. Her nails grazed his back, his shoulder
blades, slender fingers chilly on his skin but hot in his blood.
“You have such beautiful red
hair and eyes,” she whispered. “Maybe,
if he’d-- but that was so long ago.”
Something about her words
made him pause, though he couldn’t imagine why.
Not for long: the dream was better than trying to figure out why her
words bothered him.
“I guess,” he murmured and
shrugged, and went back to the sharp and the chilly and the hot.
Females were fabulous things,
Gojyo marveled. Breasts were nice, all
soft and squishy, and her nipples tickled his palms. They tasted good, and they felt great, were
icing on the cake of his life, especially after being around guys all day,
every day.
Around guys?
Doing what? he briefly
wondered, tried to remember and couldn’t.
It didn’t matter, because his cock was hard and pressed into her belly,
and forever like this sounded pretty good, and she’d said forever, forever...
he could have stood there forever...
Her fingers tightened on his
shoulders and she uttered a sharp breath that sounded like exasperation, warm
on his neck.
“What is it?” Gojyo asked
through his hazy dream of sort-of seduction.
“It’s just that it’s been so
long,” Suika murmured into Gojyo’s shoulder.
“And I love you so much already.”
Gojyo didn’t know if he loved
her, but that didn’t matter either.
“Oh,” he said.
Pale, slim fingers clasped
around his darker ones, and pulled.
“It’s time,” Suika whispered, and drew him back down onto the bed.
“Okay,” Gojyo said again, and
then decided to shut his mouth, again, and let the rest of him do the
talking. With every touch he forgot more
and more, cared less and less. How he’d
gotten here. Still... well, it was a
dream. Suika was a bed of soft female
flesh, bare skin cool against his hard cock. He could hear the low moans
vibrating through her throat and chest.
Forever, forever...
“My love,” she whispered in
to his ear. “It’s not... you’re not...”
“What?” Gojyo mumbled into
her forehead. Spread across the bed, her hair looked so pretty...
Apparently he’d lost focus
but her hands helped him; they circled his cock and squeezed in a delicious,
tight way that grabbed his attention for a moment or two. They guided him inside her when he otherwise
would have been thinking about how smooth the sheets felt on his elbows, his
knees. Inside she was all heat, not cool
at all, and at some point his body drove itself, but slowly, as the dream
demanded.
“I wish I could know you as
you are,” Suika’s voice drifted into his ear.
“I-- but no, it’s too soon, and it wouldn’t help...”
“As I am?” Gojyo asked,
thinking about how neat it was, the back and forth-- watching the room move
with him; back and forth went the lamp, the window... How neat it was to feel such nice, tight heat
around his cock and the cool breeze and flesh touching him everywhere
else...something was happening, his back and his spine felt so tense, all of a
sudden...
“A little wouldn’t hurt, I’m
sure,” she might have said, and there were hands cradling his face, fingers
pressing into his temples, and then the dream-world was pain, swelling pain,
sharp as her teeth and nails digging into his shoulder and back--
Suddenly he remembered
things, too many things, and he wanted to stop, ask her what the fuck was going
on, but he was still moving inside her.
He had to finish , he had to come--
And he grunted and came, and
the tension shot out of his spine and through his cock, and the pain elsewhere
subsided with it, the pain in his head, in his heart.
He breathed, deep breaths to
expand his chest and dissipate the ache filling it. The only thing Gojyo could compare that
feeling of disorientation to was of being on some really good drugs, and coming
down hard. He opened his eyes to see
Suika’s wide beneath him. Oh yeah,
he’d... why had everything seemed so blurry just minutes ago, and so sharp
at the moment?
He slid his dick out of her,
and captured her hands between his and the bed, one by one, still breathing
hard. He’d lost his memories and now
they were back, and she had something to do with it, she’d said as much. “I can
make it go away,” she’d said...and he’d been so oblivious, for a while.
“Why did you do it?” he asked
her.
“Because I love you,” Suika
said, and her eyes were little pink pools sparkling with aqua tears. One spilled out of the corner of her eye,
rolling like ice down her smooth, pale cheek.
What she’d done-- taking his memories-- hadn’t been right, but she’d
also talked about help. She was obviously lonely, and a little
crazy...
“Shit,” Gojyo said. He loosened his grip on her wrists, just a
little. Then he grinned, because with
the flooding return of memories he’d just realized why he couldn’t speak or act
before. A lifetime of experience, baby.
“You cheated yourself,
sister,” Gojyo said, and rolled off her to look for his pants, and to get a
smoke.
“What?” Suika asked from
somewhere behind him as he hung half off the bed, digging around in his
clothing.
“All you’d had to do was
ask,” Gojyo told her as he found his pack of smokes, pulled one out and lit
it. “Ya didn’t have to give me the
mind-whammy or whatever it was.”
“Oh?” Suika said. She still lay with her lavender-silver hair
spread out over the pillow, now wearing a waiting
for an explanation sort of look on her pretty face.
“Yeah. And man, I’m embarrassed by how much I
sucked.”
She smiled a strange sort of
smile up at him. “Don’t worry,” she
said. “It was my mistake, love. And that
wasn’t all I wanted.”
“Huh?” Gojyo said, pausing in
mid-inhale, holding his cigarette an inch from his lips. He narrowed his eyes at her. “What I don’t remember is how you got the
drop on me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she
said, and sat up, staring at him. “I was
only trying to help.”
She was naked, and Gojyo
wouldn’t have minded checking her out a little more at a better time, but
something just wasn’t right, and her eyes were doing that gleamy-glittery thing
again.
“Hey,” he said, having a
thought. He grabbed her wrist. “Did you put the mind-whammy on the other
guys, too? Maybe we better go
check. Together.”
Too late he saw her mouth
open wide, saw the sharp little youkai-teeth he’d tasted and felt earlier. She began to sing, and he couldn’t keep his
grip, couldn’t hold on to consciousness.
“I realize my mistake,
now. I have forever to get to know you,”
he heard her say before he slid back into the dream.
***
Suika stepped out of the
shallow bath she’d drawn. There was still much for her to do, but she’d taken a
minute or two to splash herself with cool water. To breathe and calm her nerves.
She’d made a terrible
mistake. She’d let herself get too close
too quickly; had allowed herself to foolishly yearn for too much too soon. Gojyo’s memories had been easy to capture and
read. She’d seen how that man had loved
all his women, even if only for a short while, and she’d let herself regret the
lack of focus that the dream-spell had forced upon him.
Truly, she was lucky he’d
taken pity on her and underestimated her.
It was just that... she found the dangerous side of these men so
exciting. It had made her reckless. Still, her power had been sufficient; when
she’d left Gojyo he’d been as happy and docile as it was possible for her to
make him. No matter how strong these men
were, they were no match for her ancient power.
Next, she knew she must deal
with the other two. The beautiful blond
priest she would leave for last, she decided.
He was the most closed-off, and practice on the other two, and the
benefit of their memories, would prepare her to break the walls in his mind.
Suika toweled off and draped
her long-sleeved kimono loosely about her.
She would be more careful with the next one, but still she would learn
him, take his secrets for her own.
When she entered his room,
the dark-haired human-turned-youkai was lying flat on his back, deep in the
dream-sleep she’d placed on him earlier.
The little dragon that had been ever-present on his shoulder was absent. Suika preferred it to stay that way, so she
slid the open window mostly shut, leaving only the narrowest of openings to let
in the night air. Then she turned to
look at the man on the bed.
His face was even prettier
without the monocle, serene and expressionless.
“So much pain you hide behind
that smile,” Suika whispered to him. Her
fingertips brushed as lightly as the breeze against his eyelids. “And this false eye. A shame, because your eyes are lovely.”
A stray memory caught her
attention: blood, a doll, and a game
piece? How odd, she thought. She
knew she would need to look more closely to decipher that one.
The man, Hakkai, murmured in
his sleep but didn’t wake. Suika would not let him; she’d learned her lesson
about waking a potential companion before her magic had worked itself
fully. She did let herself trace a fine
line with one finger down his straight nose, over his lips. On a whim, she slid a fingernail between his
slightly-parted lips and drew him a smile.
“The smile is false, but it
looks good on you,” she told his sleeping form.
“I shall make you smile for real, some day.”
Suika’s earlier resolve to be
careful was already waning; she wanted more than just his memories, and she
wanted more right then. Gojyo might have thought he’d performed
badly-- and she knew that he could do better-- but his body had felt wonderful
to her, nonetheless, and his touch had been wonderful. She’d been delightfully satisfied. Still, one of her own faults, acknowledged
long ago, was that despite her selflessness, she was too greedy and too
impatient when it came to men. He had told her that-- but it was best if she not think of him now.
She’d been so lonely for so
long without beautiful male companionship, and at the moment Suika was
definitely greedy. She lay a hand on the
man’s belly, let her fingers snuggle up under his loose shirt, felt the muscles
of his stomach moving under his skin.
Another stray memory flitted by: it was of another woman’s hand.
Suika could not let that
memory remain between them for an instant longer: she grabbed it and tucked it
away to a secret hiding place, where it would be safe from everyone but her.
The man murmured again, soft
and unintelligible, and Suika fancied that he sounded plaintive. So she drew her fingers lower, between his
legs, felt the outline of his penis thought the cloth of his pants. A choked sound escaped his throat. That voice was lovely.
He was hers, all hers, and
soon all his best memories would be of her, and his voice would be hers alone,
and she loved the noise he made as she set the heel of her palm at his crotch
and tickled the small hairs at his belly with her fingertips. The thought of it tempted her: she could
crawl atop him right now, let his warm body heat her cold one.
The sound that croaked from
between his lips sounded to her enthralled ears like “please.” Perhaps she would answer, crawl atop him in
his sleep: touch helped her magic work, after all. She could siphon all his memories at once,
with every inch of his body and hers--
Soon she’d dropped her robe
and straddled his thighs, resting on the hard jut between his legs. She discovered another fault of her own,
perhaps: she was insatiable. Of their
own volition, her hips moved forward, back, and her hands explored his chest,
his face-- Her fingertips found the
little silver bands circling his left ear.
“I don’t see your memories of
your true form,” Suika whispered to the sleeping, moaning man. “Do you never take it?”
Gojyo’s mind had contained
vague memories of this man’s youkai self, and Suika regretted not paying more
attention to those memories. At the
time, she consoled herself, she’d been otherwise occupied.
Even those vague memories,
however, had shown her something that could be unique among youkai. Suika wanted to see it for herself. She was
greedy, she was greedy...
“No,” she told herself. As she’d whispered to Gojyo, forever would
offer plenty of opportunities to discover those things. “But I shall satisfy my curiosity in another
matter.”
The man didn’t protest, in
fact, he said nothing at all. So she unbuttoned
his pants and lifted herself off him enough to pull them down to the middle of
his thighs. Then she examined her newest
acquisition further. Her spell and her
touch and her luscious female body had indeed wrought one very welcome thing in
him; his penis was swollen and quivering against his belly. She rubbed her bare bottom against it, felt
the smooth heated skin pushing a demand against her most deliciously sensitive
spots. Teasing little jolts of pleasure
zipped through her bloodstream, seeping warmth into her limbs warm in a way she
hadn’t felt in much too long. A couple
more times, back and forth, and she knew she must have him, must feel him
filling her-- she looked down at his erection-- stretching her ...
Still, she eyed the silver limiters
on his ears. “Perhaps I could remove just one...” she
whispered.
Her fingernail clipped the
under-edge of one of the cuffs and flipped it onto the pillow next to his
head. Nothing happened, at least nothing
much: his eyelids fluttered and a small murmur escaped his lips, and that was
all. She’d hoped for a gradual
transformation, but he was the same as before, asleep and yet hard between her
thighs.
The more urgent matter
recalled her attention. Forget careful--
she wanted him. She fancied his erection was straining up to meet her lonely
body. Her fingers moved down to grip him
fully for the first time, circling and squeezing, testing its lovely
hardness. All three of her men were
young, strong and healthy, and all so different from one another--
The intimate touch forced out
another stray memory from him-- you can
do that again, if you want...
It was that other woman
again. The memories told Suika that this
woman was dead, but still, she wanted to wipe the woman from memory’s
existence. Through her magic that
thought joined the other one from earlier in hiding, and Suika was again struck
with jealous greed for this man. Even
asleep, she could have his body, and it would remember hers, wiping everything
from before clean, and they’d all be ready to begin a new life...
As she’d helped the
half-conscious Gojyo, Suika now helped this sleeping man, fingers circling the
base of his penis she held him straight and steady as she sunk herself onto
him.
A small ah, light as a mere puff of breath, whooshed from between his
slightly-parted lips. His hands twitched
at his sides. Suika grabbed his fingers
in hers and began to move, lifting her body on her knees and sliding herself up
to the very rounded tip of his erection, then pressing back down until he was
tucked inside her so deeply he might never escape. His head was turned to the side now, and yet
again her greedy eyes were drawn to his ear.
The thought of getting a peep at his youkai form intensified the little
pulses of pleasure, regular as heartbeats, that coursed through her body. “One more...” she said.
A second cuff joined the
first on the pillow. Still his face
retained its pretty human appearance, though a sheen of sweat covered his
forehead, and his body had begun to quiver beneath hers.
This was the most intimate
and powerful touch she could share with him and nearly every memory he had was
open to her view-- except that one,
the one she most desired in her lust, the one that showed her his true form,
the form he’d gained after slaughtering all of those other youkai. The blood and the screams she sensed through
his mind’s eyes and ears excited rather than repulsed her. They only proved his power. She was
greedy, she must see-- Her trembling
fingers were reckless; they snabbed the last silver clip. The transformation was almost
instantaneous.
Suika froze in place when it
happened. Such was the intensity of him
that surely his face had never had the calm, human appearance she’d witnessed
earlier? His slender ears looked as if
they’d always pointed out from his soft, dark hair, and surely his lips had
always curved in just that sensual, contemptuous way.
More alarming were the dark,
sinister-looking tendrils that oozed sinuously all over his skin, over his
face, along his belly; Suika would have sworn that those vines were even now
sliding between their joined bodies, slithering inside her.
It was beautiful, and
terrifying-- too much so. Suika
scrabbled shaking fingers about the pillow, trying to catch hold of one of the tiny
silver cuffs, to stop the whole thing.
Something dark curled about her wrist, and Suika released an “oh!” of
fear-
For the youkai’s eyes were
still closed but she would have sworn he was looking at her, evaluating
her. Suika could read nothing from that
face, however, it was devoid of care, of thought, not-staring at her with blank
instinct.
There was barely time for her
to think I’ve made another dreadful
mistake before she was grabbed everywhere at once, arms and legs captured
by curling, viney filaments of his dark chi given solid form, and flipped. Looking up at him, at the blank, cruel face
with closed eyes, was more horrifying and more thrilling than Suika would have
believed possible.
“No!” she began, but it was
as if she had no voice the youkai cared to hear. Something curled about her face, stuffed into
her open mouth, silencing her cries.
Thus Suika got what she’d
wanted, though perhaps not as she’d envisioned it. That the situation had spiraled out of her
control was proven by the way his body slammed against and inside hers without
care for her muffled cries. And her
body, treacherous and greedy as ever, protested the invasion even as it
welcomed it. The back of her head was
driven deeply into the pillow by his violent thrusts, and Suika wasn’t sure if
the moaned noises coming from her throat were for help or for more. She screwed her eyes shut in shame.
Never had she been invaded
everywhere at once like that. Whether
she wanted it or not, deep in her belly a tight throbbing grew, jolted into
existence by the energy, the flesh, the everything that was filling her. Over, and over and over he shoved into her,
hissing hot breaths into her cheek, and she couldn’t get a firm enough grip on
her own body, let alone her magic, to stop him.
After a few minutes, the
throbbing expanded in that unexpected and yet unstoppable way that she’d almost
forgotten in her years alone-- and the violence of her climaxes surprised her,
one after the other, and oh, would he
never stop?
He was far from finished, it
seemed. And it hurt. Friction and sweat
burned her skin everywhere he touched her, over, and over, and over as he
moved. But it was not endless; after
what seemed like hours of that relentless and invasive force, his movements
became less powerful and controlled and more sharp, and his breaths became more
hoarse and ragged.
Suika’s eyes risked
opening. His were still closed but his
lips were pressed tight in concentration.
He forced a few more short, sharp jerks into her body, and with a sharp hah! of expelled breath against her
throat he climaxed, also. She would have thought she was numb but she felt it,
wet and hot.
Everything holding her
relaxed for an instant or two, and Suika’s sense of self-preservation seemed to
take over to direct her movements. Her
hand twisted and grabbed a silver ear-cuff that had been pressing into the side
of her face for... she did not know how long.
With thankful accuracy, she clipped it onto his pointed ear--
The reversion was as
instantaneous as his transformation had been.
One second he’d been a marvelous and yet almost sinister being who’d
taken all her power from her. The next
he was merely a pretty human once more, face calm, neither pleased nor
displeased. A quick shove rolled him off
and he collapsed onto the pillow again with a sigh. Only the sweat filmed over his exposed skin,
and the seed sticking to her belly and the ache between her thighs, proved he’d
been anything other than this mild, sleeping man.
“Thank you,” Suika whispered
to nobody she could name, and began digging for the other two earrings.
***
Suika finally shut the door
of his room behind her and took a moment to lean against it and breathe. Deep, calming breaths. The man was as subdued as she could make him,
fully wrapped in the spell, bereft of all free will and objectionable
memory. Suika alone held his memories,
now, along with the knowledge of what had just happened. And of the things she’d seen in his mind.
She’d overestimated her own
powers yet again. And she’d paid the
price. Or reaped the reward, her mind suggested to her. Suika’s hand stole down into her open robe to
touch the wetness between her thighs. His.
And hers.
Perhaps she had it wrong:
perhaps she’d underestimated them. What
new horrors did the human priest hold for her?
Suika swiped at her thigh.
Anger sparked in her mind and heart, then flared, igniting its way through
every vein she had. She’d made mistakes, yes.
And she’d doubted herself. But she’d found the mens’ limits and prevailed
in the end. And now she had two allies,
men wrapped completely in her power, enchanted by her ancient voice; they were
her puppets, to do with as she wished.
Both of them held a great deal of knowledge about the human priest. And was
there some resentment as well?
Suika breathed deeply, one
more time, then pushed off from the door.
She would have another quick bath, then complete her final task of the
night. She pulled a mystical string,
then another.
“I need you again, my
loves. My good boys,” she whispered to
the darkened hallway of her home. “Go to
the room of your priest Sanzo.”
“Yes,” came the whispered
replies only she could hear.
Suika had a short wash, then
went to the room of the pretty blond human.
As she’d expected, the other two men were standing inside the door
waiting for her.
Suika smiled at Gojyo. When she glanced at Hakkai, however, her
smile faltered and her body shuddered involuntarily. She straightened her spine to halt those
annoying quivers. “I am in control here,”
she whispered.
“Yes,” the two men whispered
in return.
“Wait,” she said, and went to
prepare her third lover. It only took
several minutes to remove his weapons to a safe place and to set the tableau.
Sanzo didn’t realize he’d
fallen asleep until he awoke-- that was the first indication that something was
wrong. The second was the fact that
three people were touching him. His arms
were drawn back above his head. And he
couldn’t move.
“What...?”
A high-pitched noise,
something like song, was drifting through the half-lit room. Sanzo looked down towards his feet and saw a
naked, red-haired man sitting on his legs.
A glance to the side showed him that a lavender-haired she-youkai was
sitting beside him, her mouth open and sharp little teeth showing. Her hands were at his shoulders, her fingers
slithering just under the edges of his silk shirt, rubbing his neck, his
shoulders. His skin thrummed with
vibration wherever she touched him.
Crazily, he imagined that the touch was doing something to his
mind.
His neck craned upwards, and
he saw a dark-haired man-- that person was clasping his wrists above his head,
and smiling down at him with eerie calm
Sanzo thought he should know
these people, all of them. Mental
fingers grasped for their names.
Shit, he
thought. Why can’t I--? And, Why the hell did they have those dumb-ass
looks on their faces? Then, their
names tumbled through his mind to his lips.
“Gojyo. Hakkai,” his tongue
whispered.
Suika saw the anger in his
glare. It vitalized her. She felt young, giddy. Powerful. “I allowed you to remember that,” she
informed the man.
“What the hell are you doing,
you bitch?” Sanzo ground out, and twisted his body, trying to dislodge Gojyo,
Hakkai, her teasing fingers-- and not necessarily in that order. None of the irritants budged.
“Such language!” Suika
said. She raised her eyebrows at
Hakkai. “I took his memories.”
“Yes,” Hakkai said. He tightened his fingers around Sanzo’s
wrists to halt his twisting and struggling.
“He just has a very ill-tempered personality, with or without his
memories.”
“Yeah,” Gojyo agreed.
“Ah.”
Sanzo cleared his
throat. “Goku!” he yelled, as loudly as
he could. “Hey! Monkey!”
Suika laughed. “I control all sound, here in this room,” she
said. “Only we can hear you.”
“Fuck you,” Sanzo said, and
rocked his hips again, trying to loose himself from his captors. “What did you do to these idiots?”
“Something like what I’ve
done to you, and will finish now,” Suika told the priest with a fond smile, and
toyed with his skin. He was very thin
and well-muscled but his skin was quite soft.
“I’m going to....” Sanzo
began, then couldn’t remember what else he’d planned to say. He searched every memory he had-- why didn’t they fall in line as they
should? “I’m going to...
Goddammit. Ah-- kill you. That’s it.”
Suika pressed her fingers
into the tender skin at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, sliding under
the black silk of his half-shirt. “Do
you feel that?” she asked, then pressed harder, and let the memories flow, in
and out of him. “You don’t like to be
touched, do you? Shall I tell you
why? No?”
Sanzo was giving her what he
hoped was his most frightening death-glare.
Too bad he couldn’t remember if it was his best or not; the way Gojyo
stared and laughed at him, Sanzo assumed not.
And there was no particular
reason he hated to be touched. Was there? He just... didn’t like it. “Die,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter,” Suika
told him. The Sanzo priest was a
fighter, she would give him that. Even
more closed-off than she’d anticipated. That, however, would not be a
problem. She would give him-- all of
them-- such a glorious demonstration of her power that even their unconscious
selves would always remember it, whether she held their conscious memories
captive or not. “You will forget that
and everything else. All you will
remember is how much you love me and want to stay here.”
“That’ll be nice,” Gojyo
piped in again. Personally, Gojyo felt
great. He was a little confused by why
Sanzo was so upset, because Suika was super-cool. And he was also a little confused by the fact
that he was the only naked person in the room, but hoped that would change. Oh,
look, Hakkai wasn’t wearing pants, he noticed. How funny.
Something came to Sanzo’s
lips, and he started to say it; somehow he knew it might help.
“On...Ma...N--”
“No, no, no, no,” Suika said and pressed her fingers harder into that lovely
skin. “That you will not do.”
The words left Sanzo, and
nothing would retrieve them. “Shit...”
“You were right to stop him,”
Hakkai said. The look Sanzo turned up at
him was surprised and hurt. Hakkai hoped
that Suika would do whatever she’d planned to do to Sanzo soon. He thought it would be a nice change for
Sanzo to feel as pleasantly calm and relaxed as he, himself, felt. It would be harmonious. “I think that it
might have been quite dangerous to us all.”
“Yes, I learned that from
you, love,” Suika said, and leaned over to kiss him. Hakkai thought about how that kiss felt, and
wondered how it should feel. It wasn’t
bad. He wondered if perhaps he shouldn’t
do it more often.
“What the hell are you all
doing?” Sanzo cried.
“Here, Love,” Suika said, and
Sanzo didn’t know who she was talking to, at first-- were they all ‘Love?’ Certainly he wasn’t. But he began to worry that soon he would be;
she’d unclasped his arm covers at the bicep and started to roll them up to his
wrists, one after the other. No amount
of wrenching his arms about seemed sufficient to free him.
“Stop that--”
“Shush. Gojyo, I need you,” she said.
Gojyo was still busy watching
Sanzo’s face and wondering at the different emotions that had crossed it in the
last few minutes, thinking how awesome it would look when it wasn’t all dark
like that... Thinking it would be nice to see Sanzo happy for once. But Suika needed him, so he glanced up at
her.
“Would you like to help me
undress him?” she asked.
Gojyo’s happiness knew no
bounds. “Yeah. That could be kinda hot.” He slid his fingers up Sanzo’s thighs,
towards the zipper of his jeans, reached it, pulled it down, slowly. He could do that forever, he thought, and
watch Sanzo’s face while he did it.
“Stop it,” Sanzo said.
“I suppose it could be interesting,
at least,” Hakkai said, ignoring Sanzo.
“What would you like me to do?”
“Stop it,” Sanzo said, more
loudly.
“Just hold him for now,
darling.”
“Very well.”
“Stop!” Sanzo felt himself start to panic. He couldn’t move, and Gojyo’s fingers were
pressing into his belly, Gojyo was taking his own sweet time and enjoying it
way too much, and Sanzo knew that somewhere he had the words to stop this, but
he couldn’t find them. And saying ‘stop’ repeatedly wasn’t doing a damned
thing.
“I don’t do this,” he said,
and hated how plaintive he sounded.
“I know. But you’ll be happy when we’re done,” Suika
said. Despite her earlier resolve and
anger, at the moment she felt a wave of love for him. Her men were all so different, and no matter
the danger, all so worth the trouble.
“I’m not so sure he’ll be
happy,” Hakkai said. He didn’t know why
he’d thought that all of a sudden; it was just that Sanzo was fighting so
hard. Hakkai wondered if he’d fought,
and hoped he hadn’t. He felt a sudden
trickling of... pity? for Sanzo. He clasped Sanzo’s wrists together through
the bunched-up silk, and felt the tendons beneath the skin, how they were all
locked up with tension. On impulse, he
yanked the wrists out of the way and leaned down to set his lips on Sanzo’s
sweaty forehead. “Don’t worry,
Sanzo. We’re here with you.”
“That’s....not...helping!” Further words were stolen from Sanzo as Suika
started rolling up his shirt, and that guy.... Gojyo? was peeling Sanzo’s jeans down, fingers on the outside of
his thighs dragging into his skin, and staring at him...and...that other guy...
had his lips on Sanzo’s forehead. Hakkai, that was the bastard’s name,
Sanzo thought, then wondered how he knew him.
Suika watched his confusion
with an affectionately clinical air. She
was testing her ability to take his memory, to slip in and out of the doors of
his mind-- doors that she’d opened through confusion and magic and touch. Over and over she would give him thoughts,
words, ideas, then take them away instantly, as easily as plucking rice with
chopsticks.
She yanked his shirt up under
his armpits and splayed her hands on his chest, admiring the way her pale,
youthful-looking fingers slid over his muscles, covered in skin as pale and
youthful as her own. She pressed the
heel of her palms against the protrusions of his ribcage, then slid them down
into his more yielding, concave belly, and felt his breaths catch through his
skin.
Down, to the blonde hair
between his thighs-- he was golden all over.
She let one finger trace the flaccid curve of his penis. He had control; she would give him that.
“Who do you love?” she asked
him, then let her name slip into his mind.
“S...S....Shit.”
The priest wouldn’t look at
her. How she loved him! He would defy her
to the very last. But she was safe here,
with her protectors. No mistakes this time.
“Who do you love?” she asked
again.
Suika...Suika...Sanzo’s
mind kept repeating at him, and he sought for something else-- anything else to say.
“What the hell are you
staring at?” he managed to bark at the red-haired man, who’d clasped his
fingers around Sanzo’s bare ankles and was inching them apart, and who’d kept
his oddly intense red gaze fixed on Sanzo’s face.
“You, man,” Gojyo said, and
grinned. He was so fucking happy.
Sanzo was in for a treat, and he looked incredible, too. “You should just relax. He’s prob’ly never done this, you know.”
The last he’d said to Hakkai,
who still had Sanzo’s arms. “No,” Hakkai
agreed.
“I know,” Suika said, and
slipped her fingers about the underside of her human’s penis, the amazingly
soft skin covering his testicles. She
leaned down and set her lips on Sanzo’s belly.
“And I love you for that.”
“Stop it.”
“You should stop talking,
now,” Suika said, and tasted his navel, her fingers and tongue driving out all
the memories and words she could find in his mind.
Sanzo blanked. He didn’t know who he was, where he was,
where he’d come from. Sight was clear
but meaningless without context, gold and red and brown and green and he closed
his eyes against it, felt wet heat covering his cock, felt his body jerk
upwards, and he couldn’t explain it or stop it.
There was sound and sensation enough to fill him, to pour into the blank
that was his mind, and he let it.
“That’s it, Sanzo,” Gojyo
said. He couldn’t watch Sanzo’s face
anymore because Suika was in the way, so he watched her lips tease Sanzo’s cock
into action, and thought that it must be amazing for him. Gojyo couldn’t remember his first time but
really, he didn’t care; he would live it again through Sanzo. In fact, he was kinda hard, too, but he
didn’t care about that, either. They had
forever to take care of that.
Hakkai looked down at Sanzo’s
pink, shining face, and felt his earlier pity wash away to be replaced by a
sort of caring. He couldn’t remember how
he’d met Sanzo, or what they’d been through, only that he did care for Sanzo,
and it wasn’t so strange after all. He
cared for all of them, but especially for Suika, and that just seemed right, somehow. He did still feel pity at the way Sanzo’s eyes
were screwed shut and his mouth hung open as he breathed desperately without
words. Or was it jealousy? Hakkai
didn’t know and didn’t care. Suika would
give Sanzo words when she felt it right.
Still, he thought, surely the poor man needed some words now? Hakkai could help.
“I’ll talk for you. I’m sure we’ll be happy here,” he told
Sanzo’s mouth, felt he warm lips move against his, felt the heated, sharp
breaths. He tasted just like Sanzo
should: angry, desperate, unsure. “If we
had worries we won’t have them anymore, you can feel that, can’t you? And I don’t think we can ask for more than
that.”
Hah, said
Sanzo’s breath.
Suika pulled her mouth from
the end of his erection, licking at the proof of his arousal. “Who do you love?” she asked, and pressed
fingers into the soft skin at the juncture of his hip and abdomen.
“S...S...Su....Suika,” Sanzo
said. There was only one word, and he
must speak it, let that one word say all he was feeling, the pleasure, the
fear, the anger.
“Yes.” Suika beamed at all her men, one by one. She was so very powerful-- surely they must
all see it.
Her men, however, were busy
paying attention to each other. Gojyo was
watching Hakkai as he whispered against Sanzo’s face, and Sanzo’s eyes were
still closed.
Gojyo felt eyes upon him and
looked up at Suika. Hakkai stopped what
he was doing and his eyes followed Gojyo’s.
“You’re not gonna leave him like that, are you?” Gojyo wanted to know.
“No,” Suika said with a fond
smile, satisfied at their devotion. She
bent down, slipping her tongue around Sanzo’s erect penis, then slid her mouth
further down, all the way to her fingers curled at the base, felt it twitch
under her lips, heard his breath come in little hitches.
“Nice,” Gojyo said.
“This shouldn’t take long,”
Hakkai added.
It didn’t. After a few more minutes of licking and
sucking and rubbing the man’s hips jerked upwards: she tasted the salt of his
climax in her mouth. His entire form
went limp. Was he asleep? Her
magic told her, yes.
“Good boy,” she said, and
patted his sticky stomach, which was still heaving slightly.
Gojyo and Hakkai sighed, and
she smiled at them, each in turn, once more.
“Oh, I’m not done, yet. Not with any of you. Not for forever,” she said. It was true; she’d only planned to subdue the
Sanzo as her final task of the night, but she’d succeeded so spectacularly in
the end that now she was filled with boundless, youthful energy.
“What are you gonna do to him
next?” Gojyo asked, eager. He released
Sanzo’s ankles with a fond pat and rubbed his own belly in near-unconscious
imitation of Suika. He had a boner but
he wasn’t embarrassed: Hakkai totally had one, too.
“Well, he’s young, but surely
he’ll need time to... recover,” Suika said, with a girlish giggle. She knew she was being coy but she didn’t
care. They were all hers. “Come here, you
poor thing.”
“Again? Awesome,” Gojyo said, moved from the end of
the bed to take her arm. He opened her
robe and lay her on the bed next to Sanzo’s (totally) limp body. “Are you gonna be all right, Hakkai?”
“I’ll be fine until you’re
done, Gojyo,” Hakkai said without irony--
what was irony, anyway? He was
still holding onto Sanzo’s wrists.
“After all, we’ve got forever to be this happy, right?”
“Oh, before I’m too
distracted to do this properly,” Suika said as Gojyo’s hands splayed on her
ribs, his knuckles grazing the undersides of her breasts in a very delicious
way. “Give me your hand, my love.”
Hakkai complied. Now Suika was touching all of them at
once. Her magic was at its
strongest. The lamplight flickered as
she spoke to them in a sing-song voice.
“As long as I live, if you
leave, you must come back to me right away.”
“We will,” Hakkai said, and
felt every word.
“Yeah, this is a good
town. A good place. And you’re a first-class cook. Right, Sanzo?”
Sanzo didn’t answer, so Gojyo
got down to business.
Success, thought Suika. She would never have to be lonely again.
END.
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