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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 9:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:04 am
 It had not been eternity by any means, but the months that had gone by in passing had surely seemed more like years then simple months. It was true, that no length of time could properly measure happiness and give it accurate value. Time, while it could do many things, could never fully effect the heart. That was not to say that the Demon fey, Irial Veritenikkov did not find the position he willed himself in, to be less then satisfactory. No. After long months with Emiko, the demon had mostly forgotten the greatest betrayal of his life thus far. He had forgotten Siya, and what her leaving had don to him. He had not, however, forgotten how she had wedged herself into his heart. Emiko, however, was in his heart in a different way. She was desirable of course, but she was also wild, and for the most part, free. She had parts of her spirit that she dared not let anyone own. Not even himself. And perhaps that was why he found her in such good company. Of course, he had forced her to be with him. To live with him. He had made her purchase, and had been determined to keep her at his home. Of course, this, in the beginning had sparked great rebellion, but, being fair as he was, and growing to learn more about Emiko, the demon fey had lightened up. He had allowed more freedom, given more trust. And so far, he had not been disappointed in the slightest.
Today, he was determined, would be special, but of coruse, go smoothly as any other day would go. There would be no arguments. No fighting. Just simplistic occasion that caused for a little more celebration. This morning was special. The demon fey had woken himself early to prepare. Of course, that meant the normal bath, and such. His bed had been left unmade as he pulled himself from it’s silken sheets. After he had dressed an arranged himself, he’d pull the side of his hair into a lengthened ponytail. If he was vain about one thing, it was his hair. It’s length was longer then most women’s now a days, and he like it as such, It was a reminder of the old days. Of older, more traditional ways. The coat he wore, was also an older style, though it was still classy with it’s own air of elegance. He could pride himself on his appearance. After all, wasn’t he responsible for trying to keep himself and his guests prim? This counted for Emiko as well. Her tails were resplendent, especially given that she kept her appearance up. It was one of the little things that made Irial so interested in the lovely kitsune woman. She wasn’t afraid to get dirty, but when she did, it was with a certain elegance and dignity that she kept herself.
He was spending far too much time day dreaming, and thinking out these silly possibilities. They would be lounging about in the gardens today. Having a picnic. Of course, it wasn’t by any means terrible grandiose, but he thought it would be nice. Simple, classy, and nice. He didn’t need to take her far away so that she could marvel at everything about her. That would come in time. More so then it already had at least. They could not live around the house forever, but that did not also mean that they could forever be away from Irial’s home. The reprieve of house walls for the florals in the back would be somewhat nice wouldn’t it? He smiled, nodding to himself as he left his own bedroom. Of course it would be lovely. He knew how to make things enjoyable, did he not? Emiko would be pleased, wouldn’t she?
He moved down the hall, confirming with one of the maids that all the preparations were indeed in place, before lingering by the door to Emiko’s room. He hesitated a moment or two before knocking. He didn’t know if Emiko would be asleep still or not. The possibility was high enough either way to want to keep risk low. The knocking was low enough not to be super loud, on the case that Emiko was indeed sleeping. With a gentle smile, though she couldn’t see it, he spoke into the door softly. ”Emiko! You have to get up, if you are not already. I have a surprise planned for today!” The conclusion would be even better then the beginning. Irial firmly believed that much at least. It would be perfect.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 12:34 am
 ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ How was it possible that she was actually enjoying her time here... as a slave to a man? The kitsune didn't understand why she was enjoying her time in this house that she had come to see as her home after a short few months. And her master... Irial had been a kind man and the kitsune was greatly surprised that she actually looked forward to spending time with him. They would take strolls in the garden while Emiko told him stories of her past and her father. About how greatly she admired her father. Why she even spoke of her dead husband that she hadn't even told her closest friends about! Why was everything changing? What made Irial so different and special than the others? Blowing out a sigh as she looked out her bedroom window, Emiko pulled the covers over her head as she curled into a ball. The time that she had spent her had been probaly some of the best of her entire life, and that concept highly confused her as well as troubled her... She was a slave was she not? Slaves were supposed to be miserable and had to listen to their master's beck and call... However, her master, Irial, wasn't like that at all. He was actually very kind towards her. The absolute definition of a gentleman. Her thoughts were so troubled and it made her angry because of the time of year....
Yup. It was Mating Season for the female kitsune, and the fox demon was not only agitated but highly hormonal. The strong urges and desires to mate with someone was killing her and because of her strong feelings towards her master, her instincts were telling her to hunt the man down and mate with him! Thinking about it caused her tails to wrap tighter around her in comfort. She had always hated this time of year, seeing as the kitsune didn't want to rely on no one but herself. She had taken care of herself for such a long time now, so why would she need someone to take care of her now? Of course, Irial took care of her but that wasn't the same thing... Depending on the man fully would mean that she would have to give him parts of herself that she really didn't want to give. She had cared deeply for her first husband and he was taken away from her. Why would she want to go through that very same pain again? God what was she going to do?! Her mating season would last the remainder of this month, and she would have to try and avoid her master at all costs. She wasn't going to push him down and mark him as hers!
After all, he had went through his own troubling relationship and Emiko was sure that he didn't want another one anytime soon. What was she going to do? She couldn't always avoid the man and Emiko wasn't about to go and tell him what was going on with her. Hell it was even embarrassing to think about! The female kitsune figured she wouldn't have to go through with the season seeing as she had already mated once before, but that didn't stop her body and hormones, now did it? The bastards... Blowing out a sigh through her nose, the fox demon sat up and walked over to her window, placing a hand on the cool glass. It was such a nice day out and like all the other days, her and Irial would be outside talking about one thing or another. She did admit that the man was indeed good company and she enjoyed spending time with him. Days that she couldn't were always long and boring... Much like they were when she couldn't spend time with her deceased husband. What the hell was she going to do? It was aggravating and the kitsune almost felt like pulling her hair out, but she loved it too much to do it. Rolling her eyes and walking over to her mirror, the fox sat down and her jaw dropped at what she saw. Why in the hell were her breasts bigger?! Standing up and turning to the side and the facing it forwards, her hips seemed to be fuller as well as her a**.
She was more curvy than before and this caused a growl to rumble deeply in her chest. Damn mating season!! It always messed with her body this way!! Always trying to make her look super attractive so she would attract a male no matter what!! Well she wasn't about to let her body beat her!! Walking over to her closet and pulling out on her tradtional white kimono robes, Emiko pulled it over her shoulders and started tying the satin red sash around her waist when Irial knocked on her door. Son of a b***h!! Biting her bottom lip as he said he had a surprise for her, the fox knew that it would be best to turn him down... but she couldn't do it. Instead she let out a low growl as her cheeks were flushed and walked over to her door. Opening it up and looking up at him with an angry frown, the kitsune knew that her scent would be more intoxicating... More appealing. ******** mating season!! "A surprise you say? What would that be, hm?" Her voice held a certain tone to it that even she couldn't figure out. Did it sound softer... more feminine? God if she could make through this month she would be thrilled!
Stepping out into the hallway and closing her door behind her, Emiko looked up at her master once more. "So what is this surprise you speak of?" ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 11:03 pm
When Emiko first opened the door to her room, the demon thought that she might have had the windows open and the gardens below, with their flowers in full bloom, were scenting the room. She truly was a creature of beauty and precision. She looked lovely as ever in her simple kimono robs. Though Irial had insisted upon clothes that varied from her normal fashion, she never took him up on the offer. She preferred her kimono, and he would not force her change. today was no different, she was radiant, and had his attention from the moment she opened her door. When she asked what the surprise as, her voice took on the tone that was better left for lovers in bed. Irial simply looked at his companion. She had never spoken to him in such a tone. Surely, nothing had changed that would entice her to spend time or anything of similar constitution. They were just friends, were they not? She had made that clear. That her deceased husband had been the only mate she had ever wanted. The only one she would ever truly love and care for. Irial had accepted this, and not pushed. For he too, missed his beautiful Siya. The human he had allowed indulgence for. It had ended badly, in death, just as Emiko's husband had gone. It was a point that they left in between themselves simply.
When Emiko fully appeared from the other side of the door, Irial appraised her as she stood, leaning against her bedroom doors, as if the surprise weren't good enough, she would scamper back inside and lock him out. He smirked at that, offering her his arm. Surely she would allow him to lead her outside as was their normal courting. Simple. Two friends, arm in arm. He wasn't sure where the tension in her posture came from. It was a lovely spring day. The flowers in the gardens had come into bloom, the sun was shining, there was a light dappling of clouds to be gazed at, and a soft breeze blew. Perfect conditions for what they would be doing. He couldn't understand the tension she carried. Had he done something to offend her? Normally she trusted him when he came to her with a simple surprise. it wasn't a trap. it was almost always an outing that had been thoughtfully planned to both of their considerations. He simply waited for her to dismiss or take his arm. Once she had decided, they strode forward through the hallway.
He began speaking as they descended the stairs. "If i gave away all my secrets, there would not be the good surprises left in store. I thought we could picnic in the gardens today. The weather is rather lovely. And then, perhaps, we'll enjoy an evening under the stars. I know it's not terribly abnormal for us to do these things already, but I believe my special additions will make it an enjoyable en devour. I will not give away more then that, my fair companion." He smiled gently, looking over her once more. Something was different with her. Maybe it was more then just the tense air that surrounded her. Maybe she was sick? Maybe she was wounded or just bearing with him, when she didn't want to spend time with him. His smile dropped a little as he took more time to look her over. They had reached the gardens by now, but only the entrance. He tenderly pulled a strand of hair from her face, and tucked it behind an ear, back into it's place. "Are you alright Emiko? We could.. always postpone this. I don't wish to drag you into something you don't feel up to.." He smiled lightly, but there was still concern lined in his face as he looked at her. He was serious. if she didn't want to go out, or didn't feel up to it, they'd go back inside, and he'd take care of her, if she allowed.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:58 pm
ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Leaning against the cold wooden door, the kitsune's large ivory ear twitched as she smiled seductively at her master. His smirk didn't go unnoticed and Emiko couldn't help but think that smirk was a bit of a flirtatious one. In reality it probably wasn't but the female kitsune knew that Irial was attracted to her body. Hell he was just a man and she really couldn't blame him, until now that is. Emiko wished that he didn't see her as lovely or beautiful because it just made things harder on her, especially when she admitted that her master was a handsome man. She was sure that people lusted after her master which peeved her a little bit. Stupid little whores who probably threw themselves at his feet. Disgraceful women. Blinking her bright golden eyes up at him, Emiko smiled and took his offered arm. Which was a bad idea. Bodily contact made her burn hotter and an attractive flush of red appeared on her cheeks.
As they descended the stairs, Emiko listned to his words and a flirtatious sounding laugh left her lips. Leaning against his shoulder, causing her rather full chest to rub against his arm, the kitsune flicked an eye at him. "I see... You wish to play that mysterious card on me. You know Irial, a lot of women love the mysterious type." Giving him a playful wink and another laugh, Emiko continued to walk with him to the gardens. It truly was a lovely day and the kitusne couldn't wait to see what awaited them in the gardens. Why she even tried to take off to catch a glimpse but was stopped by her master.
Looking up at him with a pouty look, Emiko stood still as he pushed some hair from her face. Her hair never stayed in place behind her large ears seeing as the things always twitched causing it to fall right back down. Was she alright? Hell no she wasn't alright! She was acting like a damn horny schoolgirl! However she wouldn't let the man know that. Instead a coy smile appeared on her face as she leaned forward, pressing her breast against his solid chest. One hand rested on his chest, right above his heart while the other started to run up and down his neck.
"Why would something be wrong with me Master Irial? I feel perfectly fine so there is no need to worry." Looking up at him with a smile, Emiko fused her tails together into one large fluffy tail. Turning around, the tip of the tail brushed right underneath Irial's nose causing her to let out a small laugh. "Are you coming? I can't wait to see this surprise of yours." Winking before darting off to hide in the rows of flowers, Emiko's robe slipped off of her pale shoulders, coming to rest at the crooks of her arms. The top of her breasts showed. Some time during her small run, her hair fell down and flowed down her back, resting at the base of her tail. Her ears twitched from any sounds but tried to remain focused on her master's footsteps. Why was she acting like this? Irial had to know something was different about her. He thought she was unwell which in a way she was. Of course she would never admit that something was wrong. Emiko was a creature of pride and she didn't want anyone's help. Even if she was dying.
Her ears twitched once more as her master came closer and once Irial walked past her, the kitsune quietly sneaked out and wrapped her arms around his waist. Giggling and letting go, Emiko took his arm once more. "So what made you want to surprise me? You showed know by now that there is no need to surprise me with anything. You did me a great favor by getting out of that cage." Pulling his arm to make him stop, the female kitsune looked up at him. "Is there something I can do for you in order to repay this debt?" Oh the woman knew what she was asking and she didn't know what her master's answer would be. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 10:21 pm
This strange personality the kitsune had taken on was one of a rather alarming point. There was something about Emiko this day that was not right. The way she was speaking the things she was saying. It did not fit her. They continued through the flowery rows and hedges. Emiko said something about women liking the mysterious card. He started at her blankly. Emiko had never said something like that before. never even mentioned something about women, whatever their race was. Or, when she had, there was a clear definition between herself and the rest of the lot. This comment had no such distinction. That, was perhaps one of the most alarming things about Emiko. This kitsune that was currently on his arm had seemingly lost her mind. She didn't seem like the brazen, rebellious female that he normally had in his home.No. This Emiko was much softer, and more feminine. As if she were trying to seduce him. Her words were spoken something of a rather seductive tone. Or perhaps, she as trying to surprise him,and get the answer out of him by acting this way? He was not going to give in. No way would he lose this game!
When Emiko drew even closer, pressing her breasts to his chest and running her hand up and down his neck, he watched her warily. This was all a ruse. She couldn't' be doing this to him. no. This was false. His thoughts flashed to Siya. Siya with him in bed, Siya with him dancing. Siya's body, bloody and beaten, quite lifeless upon the floor. He pulled back, watching Emiko carefully. Whatever she was trying to do, she was unnerving him. This was Emiko, the woman he'd taken form cages to give her a better life.The woman who spoke of her dead husband with such respect and devotion, it was as if he were only where she could not reach him, instead of lifeless and in the ground. She spoke again, calling him master. That she was perfectly fine. He shook his head, and pushed her back form him, as she sauntered off, trialing her tail to his nose in her wake. She darted off into the rows of flowers, shouting back about not being able to wait for the surprise he had for them. He stood stark still for a moment, surprised at these sudden outbursts. Emiko was not like this at all. he didn't understand what had changed in her. Couldn't comprehend what the problem might be. Had she been possessed? Surely, he would have been able to feel it if she had, right?
Following her deeper into the garden, he was wary, leading to the spot in the shade of a copse of trees where their picnic had been delivered. When the kitsune emerged from her place, hugging him, he stopped once more. She giggled, then went back to holding his arm. She was asking why he wanted to surprise her. That she had already done so much for him. That he had sprung her forma terrible life behind bars or with a lech, or something far worse. She even went as far as to ask how she could repay her debt. He shook his head. There had to be a deeper meaning to that. "Emiko. I don't... understand where this side of you has come from... I really don't... Are you possessed? I can't sense it... but... this is... just so out of your character. i don't understand all these insinuation and gestures. You've never acted this way before. i don't understand how it could possibly be this way now...." Irial watched her, pain on his face. He was trying not to offend her. he didn't want to upset her, but this was such outlandish behavior that he didn't know how to respond to it.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 11:32 pm
ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ This was all so embarrassing!
Emiko would never act like this. NEVER! The sensible creature inside of her thoughts was face palming and telling his giggly, idiotic half to shut up. Nothing she could do about it at this current moment though. She could tell that Irial was completely confused about her behavior, and he had even gone as far to push her away. A pout appeared on her face but she simply shrugged her shoulders and continued on her path. While she was hiding in the bushes, Emiko wondered if her actions caused him to think of that human woman. What was her name again? The kitsune couldn't recall it at the moment, but her ears twitched at her master's footsteps and the woman sprung out. What happened next confused her greatly. It if had been any other man, they would have taken her right then and there. They would have made love to her countless of times in many different ways but... Irial wasn't like other men which Emiko couldn't help but be grateful for. Then again, something inside of her ached as well.
Bright golden eyes looked up and locked onto Irial's own gaze. His pained expression and worried words cause her to sober, and her lids lowered as she took a step away from him. "Ignore my current behavior. It will pass with time but excuse me for a short few moments. I need to gather my thoughts.." The kitsune walked out of his line of sight and hide behind a hedge. Closing her eyes, the woman calmed her breathing and rushing heart beat. He believed that she was possessed. Possessed! A chuckle left her unexpectedly at the thought, and with another sigh, Emiko knew she had to make herself more presentable. She looked like some common harlot looking for any quick screw. Pulling her kimono onto her shoulders, the woman tied the sash tighter making sure it stayed in place. Untying a crimson ribbon from her wrist, Emiko tried her best to pull most of her hair up. She looked more like herself now even if her hormones were raging. However she needed more time to herself. Her nerves were taught and close to snapping at any moment, and the woman wished that she was stuck in a cage right now.
What confused her the most was the fact that she was kind of hurt. She was grateful that he hadn't taken her but something deep inside of her wanted it. Wanted him. To be able to feel flesh on flesh, bodies moving together to accomplish one thing. Blowing out a sigh and deciding to head back to the man, Emiko walked past him with the same air of a noble highborn. Looking over at the nice picnic laid out, the woman gained a softer expression and she moved closer to it. Such a lovely thought... Taking a seat and pulling her legs close to her, her large tail curled tightly around her, as if to protect her from herself. Quickly noticing the hot tea, Emiko grabbed it and started sipping it. She was trying her best to avoid her master's questioning glances, and after a while it was starting to get on her already tired nerves. Letting out a sigh and sitting the cup in her lap, Emiko's eyes avoided his gaze, afraid they might show some hidden feeling. "As you stated before, you do not understand this new behavior of mine. That is understandable but I can assure you the more you stare, the angrier and more annoyed that I become." Picking her tea up once more, the woman started to sip at it quietly while she gathered her thoughts.
Should she tell him or leave it as it is? Emiko knew that she was bound to act up again, and he would be just as confused then as he was now. So with an aggravated sigh, Emiko sat her tea down and glared over at Irial. She knew that it wasn't his fault but she was angry and he was the closest thing to take it out on. "Look I'm just going to put it simply. I am a kitsune which you already knew, which meant that I derived from a fox in some life." A blush threatened to cover her face, but her anger quickly got rid of any embarrassment. "And as you know, all animals go through a mating season. Which is what I am going through right now. My body changes to attract more male attention, and my scent lulls men into falling. My behavior tends to change as well, becoming seductive in order to attract a mate. Which is what you just happened to witness! Don't think anything else about it! My body is just wanting sex and you're the only male around that actually matters." She quickly shut up after that. Emiko didn't want Irial thinking that he was special and had a special place in her heart. Even though that was the case but she didn't want him to know that. It would make him all cocky and make his ego swell. Growling quietly to herself, the kitsune picked up a sweet and started to eat it silently.
After finishing the snack, any remainders on her fingers, she slowly started to lick off. The woman didn't realize what she was doing or what it might inspire. After she was finished, Emiko folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them. "This was nice... Than you for doing this for me. Not many has treated me this kindly, and I know that I was lucky when you decided to take me." Turning her back to him, Emiko hid her embarrassment as her tail twitched before curling around her once more. "One more thing, my mating season lasts for the entire month. Just try to bear with me and it will be over sooner than you think." For some reason... Emiko felt like this mating season was going to feel much longer than all the others. Much longer. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 11:05 pm
It was truly worrisome to see the woman acting this way. He was confused. He was concerned for her. What was the correct way to handle this? He did not know. All he knew, was that he should not be thinking about her in the manner in which one mate thinks of it's partner. He should not be desiring to hold her, and love her, make love to her. That wasn't how they functioned, but it seemed as though that was what he was currently desiring, and he was blaming it on Emiko! That wasn't fair of him to do. He bit the inside of his cheek looking away, even as she dismissed herself for the hedge a few feet away to gather her thoughts. He was supposed to ignore her current behavior? But how was that even possible? He was concerned about her behavior! It wasn't like a parent to a child who needed scolding, but rather, a friend watching over another sick friend. And now, Emiko was in the hedges, nowhere near him, sorting out her thoughts because ever since he'd come around her this morning, she'd been different. Maybe he was the problem? He was having some kind of effect on her? He hoped it was not the case, but really, it could have been anything. He was not equipped to hand this!
The picnic had been laid out fresh There was hot tea, which he knew Emiko favored, as well as colder teas, and a basket laden with everything form pastries to little sandwiches. His kitchen staff really was highly capable and dependable. They always made exactly what he ordered. When Emiko moved once again into sight, she strode past him and sat where the picnic had been set. She poured herself a cup of tea and sat almost serenely drinking it. Irial followed suit, a bit nervously, taking his own tea cup and managing a sip. He gazed upon Emiko thoughtfully, waiting for her to give him some kind of response as to why she had gone to the hedges, and then come back by without a word. He was not gawking, but merely looking at her with concern. Why was she not talking to him? When she finally spoke to him, it as any thing the answer he had expected to hear. The fact that hew as staring was proving to antagonize her already slim line of patience. He didn't wish to do that,s o he tried to look elsewhere while he listened for more elaboration on her strange behavior. When the woman began sipping her tea once more, Irial thought that the conversation was a lost cause and began rummaging through the picnic basket. Surely, eating would give him distraction form staring Emiko down and waiting for some sort of well explained answer to why she was behaving in such an odd manner.
He picked out a few finger sandwiches, leaving the basket open for Emiko if she chose to eat, as he began eating them himself. Emiko set down her tea, and Irial simply thought she was going to eat, when she began speaking. She was a kitsune. A derivative descendant of a fox, somewhere towards the beginning of the race and clan. He nodded his head. Of course he knew this! They had discussed it plenty of times! Emiko then brought up a topic Irial hadn't even contemplated once since he had selected Emiko as a companion. All animals go through a mating season. Of course! That made sense now! It was why she looked different, and acted so differently! He watched her carefully. It was not a degrading look, but one that took the female in, and understood what she was going though. he was to disregard this behavior and her body, because it was reacting to him because he was the only male that mattered. That very phrase stopped him. he was the only male that mattered? What about her deceased husband? He had mattered. Yet, Irial was the only one physically present that was important. The demon understood, and nodded his acknowledgement.
Emiko took a sweet form the basket and began eating it, rather hastily. Irial suspected this was because she was trying to cover up for the last comment she'd made. he hadn't begrudged her for it. No. In fact, he'd enjoyed that comment. It was surprising that she would admit it. He watched her, sneakily,as she licked the last traces of sweet form her fingers. It was something that made him chuckle on the inside. She was terribly cute and attractive in her mannerisms. When she spoke once more, about being grateful and thankful for what he did for her, he shrugged it off. "It's never a problem. You are my companion. Not a slave. I would like to do nice things with and for you. It is enjoyable to spend time with you. mating season or otherwise." He smirked. That had been a playful little jab. When Emiko responded, telling him that her mating season was only a month long, and that she wanted him to bear with her through it, he smiled and gave a light laugh. "Of course I will, Emiko. It's okay, you know. it's part of life, you can not stop it. It won't be a problem. I'll take care of you." He smiled when he said it, wanting her to know that he was indeed serious about protecting her and keeping her safe.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:13 pm
ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ An embarrassed and angry frown was on her face as she looked away from him after explaining everything. Golden eyes looked over at him, a blush creeping on her from his smile. He was smiling so gently at her because he really did want to help her. However her ears perked at his sentence. "I'll take care of you..." Golden eyes quickly closed on that thought as she clenched her robes in her hands. No.... he couldn't say things like that. It would make her think he would do whatever he could to help her... like letting her use his body to help ease these terrible frustrations and needs. No. Emiko was too proud to do something so low, and she could never, EVER use Irial like that. Especially when all he wanted was that twit that had betrayed him. Wait... why was she getting so angry and jealous about a dead woman now? Damn hormones! It was making her thoughts all jumbled and weird. Especially when those thoughts were about Irial. What had caused this to start? The mating season had not bothered her for years now, so why would it just start back? Her eyes opened when the answer became clear in her lusty thoughts. Irial. It was her body's way of telling that she had wanted him, needed his existence in her life. NO! That was wrong! She didn't need anyone to take care of her! She was a powerful kitsune of the strongest kitsune clan! Looking down at the sound of shredding fabric, ivory ears drooped as she noticed the claw marks in her beautiful, silk robes. "I am sorry Irial but I must be alone."
Giving him a upset frown, the kitsune quickly ran back to the house. Breathing heavily as she ran, her hair falling down causing the ribbon to float gently to the ground, the kitsune ignored it and kept running. She needed to get away from him. There had to be some distance between them, but why did it seem harder to breathe with all of this distance? Ignoring the other servants in the house, Emiko ran into her room and locked herself in. Tears ran down her face and she quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe. No... It couldn't be like this! She just couldn't depend on someone like that, it went against everything she had stood for! Her father had taught her to only take care of herself, that she was the only person that she needed to live! Shutting and locking the windows, Emiko pulled the curtains closed and fell into bed, curling tightly as her tails covered her burning body. Eventually it became so hot that she had to pull off her robes and lay in the silken sheets naked. If anyone came to check on her, Emiko really wasn't sure. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, that she was tuning the rest of the world out. Looking at the curtains, she couldn't help but wonder if Irial was worried about her. Emiko didn't want him blaming himself for something she couldn't control... Closing her eyes and putting her arm over them, the woman took a deep, even breaths. She just had to calm down and simply stay in this room. That would be the best solution even though she would love to feel the sun on her face, and be able to feel the cool breeze, and the smell of spring along with it. Jumping when the knocks became loud as well as the angry voice breaking her concentration, the heat licked at her heels. Irial. "Irial stop! Please! I want to be left alone so just leave me be! I don't need you so get the hell away!" Panting heavily, the tears started to fall down once more. She didn't want him to leave her alone, but it was for the best. She had to protect that last part of herself...
As the days passed, Emiko was true to her word and stayed hidden inside of her room. Irial had told her not to be embarrassed by her condition, that it was a part of life, and he was right about that. It WAS a part of life but it was not apart of hers. The last season she had went through was when he husband was still alive, and that had centuries ago. It was around the second week of her isolation that she had finally broke down and let a maid inside. Of course the woman was appalled by hte condition in which Emiko looked. Hungry, pale, and exhausted. As the maid went to the windows, she pulled the curtains back, causing Emiko to let out a low growl which was ignored. "Miss Emiko you never act like this! If you wish to continue to lock yourself inside of here then fine, but I must be allowed in to help care for you!" The kitsune only nodded her head and sat down in front of her vanity mirror. "I'm going to take these robes downstairs to be washed, while you hop in the tub and relax. I'll be back with some clean clothes, and help you with your hair if you wish." Emiko's ears only twitched, knowing that if she told the woman "no" she would come in anyways. However... it was nice to have someone care for her. Even though it wasn't the person she wanted. Taking her bath and finding that only the present time's clothes were available, Emiko grabbed a short white sundress and pulled it on. She supposed it wasn't to bad, but she wanted her robes back. When the maid came back to brush her hair, she spoke lightly of what Master Irial was doing. "I believe he is worried about you. Normally you two are always together, but when a person needs their space, they need it." When everything was finished, Emiko enjoyed the small supper the woman had brought up, and as soon as she left she locked the door and tried to ignore the terrible, demanding urges. The heat slowly consumed her and the only thing keeping it at bay was her rebellious and stubborn mind.
It was the last week of the season, and Emiko was miserable. She couldn't stand the heat that coursed through her, making it unbearable to breath. The maid had tried to keep her cool, but in a fit of anger Emiko lashed out, and had summoned the woman away. Letting out frustrated and pain filled cries, Emiko couldn't handle it anymore. It was too much to stay like this. Finding something cool to wear, the kitsune quickly tied the straps of the gown, and pulled on the underwear. Coming out of her room, she started down the hall, closing her eyes and following her nose. Emiko simply ignored the others as she walked by, not caring what they thought of her right now. Emiko had a goal set in her mind, and by the gods she was going to accomplish it. Stopping at a door where Irial's scent was strongest, the kitsune slammed the door open and walked in, panting heavily, and closed the door behind her.. Golden eyes locked onto him, making it harder for her to hold back the urges and desires of her body. "Irial... please..." Walking over to where he sat, she fell to her knees, and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her face was completely flushed as her chest moved up and down quickly from her heavy breathing. Emiko had to break down that wall... so looking up at him, she made her request. "Irial... please... just this once... take me to... your bed. The... heat... I-I can't anymore... I need you..." Pulling herself up by his knee, Emiko pressed her lips against in his an urgent, hot, and passionate kiss. Pulling away and resting her trembling body against him, the woman closed her eyes. "Please Irial... even if it doesn't... mean anything... Just help me... get rid of this... need."
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 1:34 am
Irial was more than ready to assist his companion with whatever she needed to be comfortable for her month of need. He knew that breeding seasons were often hard on those who were essentially mateless. He hadn’t wanted to take this step, not yet. It was too soon. Or was it? Hadn’t he been courting Emiko for the past… he didn’t know how long. Since right after he had purchased her and taken her from the shop in truth. And yet, he was frightened to verbally or physically admit he was ready to move on? That made no sense. Not to him, and it surely wouldn’t make any sense to Emiko. He needed to help her. He cared for her, and she was his companion. Why would he become a coward now when she needed him most? Just because a few words and actions woul betray him? Maybe it was because he felt as if he was betraying Siya, but she was dead and gone. There was nothing she could do to him. She was unreachable. Not even he, as a demon with demon powers, would ever be able to reach her again, on this side or the next. And he needed to release her spirit and move on. It would be stupid to do otherwise. Just as he was looking to finally bridge the gap and reveal to Emiko that he would actually do and give her anything she needed to survive her season, and that he meant such a vow in the literal translation, rather than a figurative one which he had just weakly given, she was off and running towards the house claiming she needed to be alone, and he was left on the grass staring after her like some imbecile. Why was he still on the grass watching her trail away? Because he was an idiot.
It was only a moment later, when she had escaped his sight that he got up and chased after her, following her all the way into the house, up the flights of stairs until he found her door locked, barring him from entrance. He paced in front of the door, angrily going back and forth, even walking away. He would not use any abilities or strength to open the doors. Besides, he had warded them well, so that no demon could sneak in upon him when he had guests in the rooms, so it would be futile and stupid of him to try. Instead, he came back a while later and pounded upon the door, calling Emiko’s name desperately, wanting to know if she was at least alive and breathing. He would be unable to stand it if she barred him access to her, and then gave her no word f her well-being. The servants he had sent up while he had been pacing and trying to give her the space she needed from her outburst had all come back empty handed, so instead he had come to find the answer for himself. When he heard her protests, he was wounded. It was true. He had been about to lay bare to her, and she was turning him away. He leaned heavily against the door, sinking down it, breathing heavily and looking across the way at the wall in front of him. Why did he live in such a huge home? With such an ornate build? Why did he care about opulence to impress people when after all the guests were gone, he was still lonely? He was tormented, yet he had parties and filled others fantasies, unable to make himself happy. He had thought Emiko would do it, but she didn’t want to be bothered with him, not when she was at her worst, which meant she was still keeping him out. If she wouldn’t let him in now, when she needed him, would she ever let him in? He wasn’t sure, but moping around wouldn’t do anything for him. Besides, he didn’t want to be caught in such a distasteful state. He frowned deeply and picked himself up off the floor, moving away from Emiko’s door. He dusted himself off, made sure all was right, and strode away. If she did not want him bothering her, he would leave her to her own devices.
Days passed, and he heard no word of Emiko. She had not left his room, so he knew she was still holing herself up in the walls of his home. And that was at least a small comfort. He busied himself with social affairs, seeing a few upstanding demons who sought his company, or assistance in matters. Hell, he even went to a gathering or two just to see if it would take his mind off the suffering and the endless questions of when Emiko would emerge from her hideaway. Eventually he even turned to paperwork to busy his days. The second week, he received word that a female maid had indeed breached the sanctum of the beautiful kitsune. He begged the maid to tell him how she was, and what she needed, to be subtle about the care he gave her so that she would not be tossed from the room. He wanted some sort of eyes and ears on his treasured female if she would have no other. He would not be completely in the dark. He simply couldn’t and wouldn’t do it. He had to make sure she was eating and taking care of herself. The maid was discreet at best, which suited him fine. He didn’t care to know all of the things they talked about. As women, they both deserved their secrets, as long as he knew Emiko was being taken care of. Desperation was the only thing that kept him going. Knowing that Emiko was being taken care of was the only thing that motivated him to continue working at all. If she was safe and healthy, that meant she would come out soon, right? It meant that she would come back to him. And even if she didn’t, she was still in his home and not trying to escape him, so she couldn’t hate him that much, right? He only prayed that was the meaning.
It had been weeks, and he had been satisfied as he could be with the maid’s reports, but when she came to him and told him that she had been sent away from Emiko’s rooms, he was crestfallen. Now how would he be able to tell if the kitsune was being taken care of? If she was content and safe? He wouldn’t and that distressed him greatly. He closed his eyes, heaved a heavy sigh and looked at the scattering of papers that covered his desk. He was turned towards the window, looking out on his back gardens, his fingers steepled under his chin, his eyes closed to the sunlight that was coming through the window when he heard the door slam. He whirled in his chair, and Emiko fell to his lap. He looked down at her, surprised to see that she wasn’t in robes, but in a small dress, and not much else. He looked at her in wonder, surprised she had finally come from her isolation. But her words were what really shocked him. She need him? She wanted him to take her to stop the burning inside of her? He went pale. He didn’t know if he could do this. Panic gripped him harshly and made him think of failure as he looked to Emiko, but he bit his lip and tenderly gathered her up, taking her from the floor and into his lap. He turned her kiss gently, and tucked her body against his own and left the room, escorting her away from his office and paperwork to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the doors, laying her out upon the bed tenderly, blissfully stroking her cheek. ”Emiko…I.. I will give you everything. Anything you want… I just… I want you to accept me. You can have me… and take what you need… I will care for you…” He was fumbling, like an idiot. He placed his lips against her own, kissing her passionately and with longing as he shrugged off his shirt and began to treat her as she deserved to be treated, as well as serving her needs to the fullest degree he could possibly give her.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 10:03 am
ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ God did his lips feel good against hers. Letting out a groan and licking at him, the kitsune looked up at him with lustful eyes. Her body pressed tightly against his when Irial had picked her up, making her growl and press her lips against his in another passionate kiss. Emiko hadn't been paying attention as they left his office/study, and didn't care what the others thought as they saw them walking down the hall. At this point, all the kitsune wanted as to feel his body on hers, to feel flesh against flesh. Panting as he laid her down, hungry golden eyes look up at him, pressing her cheek more against his hand. She wanted to feel his touch.. To feel the demon's fingers all over her. Emiko craved his touch right now. She wanted him to only look and see her, and not that stupid girl who had betrayed him. Hearing his words she let out an impatient growl, reaching up and kissing his throat before whispering in his ear. "If I didn't accept you... I wouldn't have came to you for this..." After all, her season only came around because of her fondness for Irial. Letting out a satisfied growl when Irial came down to kiss her, the kitsune closed her eyes and pulled him closer when his shirt was off. Maybe she wasn't the only one who needed this... Maybe Irial needed some "bodily" comfort to help get over that stupid girl. Pushing that thought of her mind, Emiko took Irial up on his offer to care for her. Not letting the man stop until the very early morning.
Curling up next to him, Emiko placed her head on his shoulder as her tail came to lay across them. It didn't take the woman very long to fall asleep, and for once, Emiko slept soundly without anything to bother her. Of course when she would wake up the next morning, she would still feel the need to have him, and that wouldn't stop until the season was over. However, the woman would worry about that later. Right now she just wanted to enjoy the feeling of Irial's warm body, and the sense of peace she was able to feel at the moment. Making an purring like noise, Emiko nuzzled his neck, and moved to lay closer to him. The next morning, the kitsune let out a growl as her body started to grow hotter again. No! She just wanted to enjoy her peaceful sleep for a bit longer! Sitting up and stretching her arms above her head, Emiko looked over at Irial and smiled gently. He was such a good man. Letting out a sigh as she looked over his glorious nude body, the kitsune admired him for a few more seconds before getting up and taking a shower. She was sure that Irial wouldn't mind too much if she borrowed his bathroom. Letting out a yawn as she started the water, Emiko let out a sigh as the hot water washed over her tense muscles. Irial did help her relax some but it had been forever since she had taken a lover. That thought made her stop what she was doing. Was that what they were now? Frowning and letting out a sigh, Emiko pushed that out of her mind. She would think about it later. Right now she just needed to get over her season. Just a few more days...
When she finished with her shower, Emiko wrapped herself in a warm towel and made quick work of drying herself off. Walking back into her master's room, she looked around with an interested smile. She had never been in her before yesterday, and last night she had been to busy and didn't really care what the room looked like. It was nice and it fit Irial perfectly. All the kitsune started to wonder is how many nights did he share his room with his previous slave. She knew that it was wrong to be jealous, seeing as it was obvious that Irial wasn't over her, but Emiko couldn't stop the jealousy. It was part of her nature and she hated it. Rolling her eyes she found his dresser and searched through it for one of his shirts before crawling back into bed. Getting rid of her ears and tail, she curled up next to him again, and closed her eyes. Being near him sort of helped calm down the burning desire, but not enough for her to go back to sleep. Inhaling deeply, the woman slowly exhaled as she wrapped an arm around him, pulling herself closer to him. As the kitsune tried to lay there quietly, her mind started to think about her previous thought while in the shower. After the season was over, what did that mean for them? What would that make them? Irial wouldn't want to continue with this kind of relationship with her... would he? Letting out a sigh, Emiko figured that he wouldn't and she didn't know why that thought troubled her. She should be overjoyed by that! God this was getting all too complicated, and she hated complicated things. Opening her eyes and looking back up at her master, a seductive smile spread across her face as her fingers moved up his chest. She could always think about it later. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy this time with her master.
"Oh master Irial... won't you wake up and play with me again?" Moving to straddle his hips her hands rested on his chest, as her fingers fanned out. Amber eyes looked down at him as her hair cascaded down her back. and as she leaned forward, long stands of ivory silk provided them their own curtain. There was no reason for the rest of the world to see them. Running her hand down his chest, she let out a low sigh before pressing her lips against him. "Maybe afterwards we can have a nice lunch in the gardens again, but it probably would be best if it was in private. I don't want anyone to get a glimpse of your perfect body.." Letting out a low chuckle, she nuzzled his neck before biting and licking him. If this all going to come to an end in a few days, then Emiko was planning to savor every bit of it. She highly doubted that she would ever be able to gather the courage to ask him to do something like this ever again. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 1:19 am
Though he fumbled terribly over the correct words to say to make everything seem more romantic, and run though with polished finish, Emiko seemed to forgive him for his terrible shortcomings and kissed his throat anyways, telling him that she would not have come to him for his help had she not accepted him. It made him swell with pride and he took her away from the study, back to his bedroom and treated her like the beautiful being she was. No longer a shackled pet, she had risen to a new level, even though she had been a pampered guest in his home for the first day he had received her company. Now, it was all coming true, and being spelled out plainly before him. It was starting to take action, and Irial was ecstatic about it. Looking down over his beautiful prize, he began slowly, before losing patience and simply having his way with the beautiful kitsune many times over before exhaustion took them out. He laughed gently, panting still as he finally lay himself back against the sheets. Emiko had been ruthless with him, not allowing him to pause for more than a few seconds here and there. Now she seemed to be as exhausted as he was. He only hoped that she was also as gloriously happy as he was as well. He couldn’t imagine having failed her in this task. It was far too much of a burden. If he hadn’t preformed well enough for her, it would have been mortifying, but by her responses to his actions, he assumed he had done his job well. He turned to ask her if she had enjoyed herself as well, but she was already nestled tightly against his body, breathing gently in the thralls of sleep. Instead of waking her, he simply drew a sheet up over their bodies, turned to Emiko, and drew her closer to his chest, falling asleep with her shortly after.
He was aware when his kitsune first started moving in the morning. She seemed to be a little heated as well, but he wondered how long it would take her before she was asking him for his help again. That would be another way of telling if he has satisfied her or not. If she didn’t ask for his help again, he would know that he had been a terrible lover. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so self conscious of himself and his standing as a man, but he wanted everything to be perfect. He draped his arm over her body, trying to keep Emiko with him, but bit was only a matter of time before she squirmed away. Heading for the bathroom, he watched as she disappeared behind the door and heard the water turn on. He sighed gently, a smile crossing over his face as he closed his eyes again, allowing himself a few minutes to dose off while the beautiful woman took her time in his shower. He was still quite tired, having been out of practice. He was already resting when he heard the bathroom door open. He gave a little jump that would have been impossible to see, but cracked his eye lids open the tiniest bit to watch his kitsune flit around, waiting to see where she would land. She dressed in one of his shirts and did away with her ears and tail and curled next to him, trying to get comfortable, but Irial knew it would not happen. Yet, he could not spoil his own fun, waiting for her to ask him again. He wouldn’t simply offer. He wanted to hear her ask it of him.
When she did ask him to play with her once more, Irial rolled over, smirking and turned his gaze on lovely Emiko. Raking eyes hungrily over her body, he reached out tenderly and cupped her cheek, drawing her as close as possible to him and working his shirt up her torso as his hands played along her sides. He listened as she spoke, hearing her talk about lunch, and privacy, and not letting anyone else see him. He smirked and cupped her cheek, drawing her close and kissing her lips tenderly. ”Darling, are you jealous? Are you afraid someone will steal me away? I can assure you that won’t be the case…” He trailed off, looking at her and smirking, kissing down her sides even as she sat atop of him. How long would she sit there, a visage of all things good, and not pounce upon her prey? He beamed up at her and gently took her hips in his hands, guiding her backwards so that she would be in alignment with his body when she was prepared. His gaze dared her to make her move. He would serve her just as he had the night before, but only when she was ready. For now, this season, he could lket Emiko call the shots. He didn’t have to be all powerful all the time.
”I’ll satisfy you here and now darling, and then we will worry about other sustenance. Alright? And it will be private. No one will see. I promise. Now help me help you, beautiful.” He smiled up at her, guiding her gently until they wee one, and began once more making love to her as she deserved to be made love to.
When they had finished, hours later, Irial gently carried his lover to the shower, cleaning her of carefully once more, as well as himself before ordering for lunch to be left unattended on a cart near the gazebo. He had ordered all his staff from the gardens for the afternoon to make sure Emiko got her desired privacy. He sent a maid to fetch one of her flowing robes so she would be comfortable, while he dressed in loose slacks and a button down. Once they were dressed, he offered his hand to her, smiling tenderly. ”Shall we go and have lunch now, darling? We may like the air out there more than the stale air in this room. Perhaps it will make you cooler?” He smirked, wondering if she got the small joke he had played towards her, and hoping that she had. After all, he was offering to make love in the gardens. Why not consummate every inch of his lands with their love? Was it a selfish notion, or would it happen? Irial wasn’t certain but he knew he would find out.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 3:12 pm
ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ A smile traced her lips as Irial tried to keep her in bed with him. The kitsune was tempted to stay nestled beside him, but a nice hot shower was calling her name at the moment. Finally wiggling out of his hold, Emiko smiled down at her handsome master before disappearing into his bathroom. Trying to stretch her sore and aching limbs, the woman soon hopped into the shower once it was warm enough. While standing under the relaxing, hit spray, Emiko started to think about last night. A blush crept onto her face as embarrassing memories, but her embarrassment was soon replaced by a hot, aching desire. Irial had been so... well, Emiko didn't know the right word to describe it, but she did know that she wanted him again. And soon. A shiver of desire ran up and down her spine, making her hurry with her shower. Then another thought happened to hit her. What would happen to their relationship after her season had ended? Sex always complicated thing, and the kitsune didn't want their relationship to be ruined. Blowing out a sigh, the woman quickly got out and hurried to dry herself off. She was anxious and wanted to be back in bed, all snug with her master. Walking back into the bedroom and slipping into one of his shirts, Emiko quickly got back into bed, and cuddled up to Irial. Yes... this is where she wanted to be.
However, that burning deisre was interrupting her desire to cuddle, and Emiko soon found herself straddling the man's hips. A seductive grin spread across her face as she asked if he wanted to play, and the kitsune was delighted to see his hungry gaze. Pressing her cheek against his hand, the woman relished in his touch. She was quickly falling in love with the way his hands felt upon her skin. Shivering with excitement as Irial's hand played with her body, she leaned in to kiss and bite his lips. Smiling seductively down at him, Emiko told him of her wish to keep him hidden from others. This seemed to amuse her master but the kitsune greedily took his kiss. Dark golden eyes looked down at him, thinking briefly about being jealous. Was she jealous? Incredibly so it appeared. "So what if I am? Is it wrong for me to want to keep you to myself?" Letting out a soft gasp, Emiko let out a moan as his kissed moved up her sides. "Irial.." His touches were driving her crazy,, ans as soon as her hips were pushed back the kitsune let out a soft growl. Hungry, golden eyes caught his challenging gaze, causing Emiko to press down against him, wiggling and grinding her hips against him. "Maybe we should just stop and eat now?" Chuckling softly she pressed her lips against his and cried out as their bodies were joined. For hours, the kitsune took her pleasure from him, and tried to give Irial just as much as she took.
Falling against him when they could no longer move, Emiko nuzzled his neck and she kissed him softly. Closing her eyes, she pressed her body closely to his. How many times had he done something like this with his old slave? Why was she even thinking about that right now? When Irial picked her up, Emiko wrapped her arms around him, pressing closer to him. Would he want to continue this kind of relationship with her? Would Irial even want her to be his lover? Her master was apparently eager and more than happy to help ease her frustrations, but he was a man and when did a man ever turn down an offer for sex? Letting out a sigh, Emiko jumped when the water hit her. When did they get in here? Letting out a relaxed sigh, the kitsune smiled softly at her master as he washed her body. "We had better hurry and get out of here. The longer we stay here and the more you keep touching me... We might end up being in here for hours.." Looking up a thim, she flashed him a smile and slid out of his arms when he finished washing her. Wrapping up in a towel, Emiko turned and watched Irial greedily. By the gods he was a handsome man, and it just made her even more possessive. She never wanted to share him with anyone. "Irial, why must you be so tempting?" Winking at him, she walked out and gratefully accepted her robe. However... she didn't enjoy the look that the maid was giving her. Emiko glared at her as she slipped her robe. What was her problem? Growling until the maid left the room, Emiko let exhaled and turned to face Irial once he came out. Smiling at him and walking over to him, she smiled up at him and kissed his throat. Smirking at his words, the kitsune pressed her chest against his before taking his arm and walking outside.
"I doubt outside would be any cooler... For some reason, my body seems to burn hotter with you around. I'm hoping you'll find a way to remedy that?" Giving him a coy smile, Emiko followed him to the gazebo. The kitsune was happy to learn that they were indeed alone. That was good because Emiko wasn't sure how long she could go without touching him. "This is exactly what I wanted. Thank you for granting my selfish wish." Kissing him gently, Emiko soon started eating once Irial joined her. She hadn't realize how hungry she was. Emiko wasn't even sure if she had been eating with proper manners. That alone made her stop and wipe her mouth off. "I didn't realize how hungry I was.." Blushing softly she picked up a sweet and held it to his lips with a smile. "Would you like a bite or... would you like something even sweeter?" Taking the sweet and eating it herself, Emiko crawled into his lap and kissed him passionately. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the kitsune moaned against his lips as her hands slid down the back of his shirt. Her tail swayed out behind her as her ears listened for any intruders. Pulling away and looking at him with a hungry gaze, Emiko started to nibble on his neck. "Should we see how cool we can stay out here? I still think it's going to be a little hot." Grinning at him, Emiko kissed him once more. If she was going to loose him in a few days, then Emiko was going to enjoy every minute of this time that they would spend together. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:44 am
It was adorable that this strong, beautiful woman was jealous. Irial honestly hadn’t think he would see such a crack in the visage that was Emiko. She was so much stronger than this normally. He knew that there was a weakness to every living thing in existence, but he had never thought that he would get to see Emiko’s, which made the experience all that much more precious. He wouldn’t let anyone see them. Not his precious Emio. He was a rather discreet man, after all, but she couldn’t have known that. She hadn’t been trying to know him, not until this point. They’d both been stubborn. He’d taken too long getting over Saya. He’d pined for so long, only to have something wonderful come to him. It was time to let the pain of that time go, and with it, the harsh memories that accompanied. It was time for him to move on and be a better man. He could do that with Emiko. He knew he could, which is why he had carried on, pushing past his normal discretion and had his beautiful Kitsune. It was what had led them to do these things for hours. It had reinforced a bond that had been struggling to blossom. Now though, it would bloom past fruiting into something beautiful and wild. The demon couldn’t wait. He wanted this new experience. This new chance at something blissful that would make him happy. He was ready for it, and so he had done what he needed. Finishing up, he had Taken Emiko to the shower, knowing they would both need to get cleaned and would both need food. He’d ordered it to be sent out to the gardens. A change of scenery would be good for both of them, or so he thought.
When his Kitsune accepted his invitation to lunch, it was not without a typical retort. He smirked. Yes. He would definitely find a way to keep her cool. He would shower her in affection, and perhaps sweet treats, but she didn’t know that yet either. He had plans, of course, but she didn’t need to know them in advanced. She’d experience them when it was time. He smirked fully when she got dressed and followed his lead as he brought her out through the gardens. It wasn’t too hot, and there was even a nice breeze blowing through the bushes and flowers, showing their scent to the air around them. He smirked, seeing the gazebo floor decorated in a thick blanket, laid out with food waiting for them. He smirked, leading her to the blanket and helped her down before sitting himself. She began to eat at once and he smirked, pouring fizzed drinks into champagne flutes with a smile. She seemed ravenous, which he wasn’t truly surprised about. He had done a lot to test her stamina with as many rounds as they had gone last night. It was only fitting that she would be hungry. He’d be quite concerned if she wasn’t. Something might have gone horribly wrong if she had no appetite. Though, there was some small satisfaction in knowing that she ate in front of him with no qualms. When she stopped, he smirked. She didn’t apologize for her hunger either, which was good. He didn’t know how he would react if she was completely bashful about the sudden way she took charge of the food offered to her. Instead, he didn’t have to worry about it as she seemed to take charge herself, pressing a sweet to his lips and asking him if he wanted something sweeter. What a little vixen she was.
Before he had time to respond, she pulled the sweet back to her own lips and devoured it. He tugged her close, even as she settled into his lap and began to kiss him. He gave a gentle growl, followed by a moan to match the one she had just made and smirked, giving a chuckle. Her hands were working under his clothes already and he smirked, shaking his head. How bold she was when she was hungry. This was something he could live with. If only she would remain this way every day, though he had a feeling she would push him away once she could control herself once more. The very thought of such a reaction made him frown deeply. He didn’t want to see her close herself off once again. He wanted her open as she was now. Instead, the more she kissed him so sweetly, the harder he found it to resist. He licked at his lips, moving his kisses to her ears and neck, nuzzling the skin there. He reached out to stroke at her tails and curled his fingers into the fluff of one of them. With a smirk, he tugged her close, pressing against her hungrily. ”It must be good that I told them not to come back out into the gardens, right? That way I can have you… “ He kissed her sweetly again. He would take her in the gardens too. In this gazebo in the bright light of the sun. If anyone dared to interrupt them, he’d kill them on the spot. He would enjoy his lovely kitsune to the fullest. He wouldn’t’ let anyone ruin his time with Emiko. He wasn’t going to let her escape either. She would be his. He had made his decision.
After much more, when he figured she was finally cool enough, he looked at her, tracing the planes of her face gently with his fingertips. He smirked down at her, drawing her closer to his body. He ran fingers through her tousled hair and drew his hands along the curves of her body, studying her closely, looking at the small marks on her body that he’d left. They were discreet of course, but not so much that he couldn’t find them. He touched a few of them gently and smiled. How sad it would be if she turned away from him when her needs were shut off. He couldn’t allow it. ”Emiko…I won’t let you run from me….” He said it softly into her hair, laying himself over her, feeling her body beneath his as he drew her closer, kissing over her throat, holding her body to his chest. ”I won’t let you go. I won’t let anyone take you from me either. You cannot…. You cannot leave here…” He stroked over ears and hair, taking hold of her chin and looked into her eyes, waiting to see how she would respond to his proclamation. He needed to know where her thoughts were on this matter. He couldn’t fathom letting her go. He would keep her at his side. There would be no negotiating.
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StellaLuna SkyWind Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:20 pm
ʈɦɛ ɴɒʍᴇ ɪs £mɪƙø ʟɛıkɵ
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ There was no way that the kitsune could deny her feelings... Before her heat had started, she was able to push the thought of caring deeply for Irial to the back of her mind... now... well now she wasn't able to do that. She was even breaking down walls that she had never let anyone see. All her flaws and the fact that she could be jealous... that she could be quite childish when it suited her. Golden eyes watched Irial appreciatively as he got dressed. It made her body warm as she thought back to previous hours, of how their bodies met and moved together. Blushing and shaking her head, she took her master's arm and followed him down into the gardens for lunch. Ah... food should so delectable right now! It had been quite awhile since she had last eaten, seeing as other... activities had kept her preoccupied. Leaning against him and resting her head on his shoulder, Emiko closed her eyes as she enjoyed the gentle breeze that carried the beautiful aromas of the surrounding flowers. As the approached the gazebo, the kitsune smiled at the plush blanket and soft pillows. This was everything she could wish for... Irial knew how to make her happy.
As soon as she sat down, Emiko wasted no time in grabbing what she wanted and going to town. Switching from sandwiches, cakes, crackers, and cheeses... the kitsune stopped when she finally remembered her manners, but knew that it was too late to use them. Swallowing what she had in her mouth, she wiped her mouth with the corner of her sleeve before excepting the flute. Downing the glass and setting it to the side carefully, Emiko smiled over at him. Her eyes looked over him affectionately as she sighed happily. Emiko was happy.. there was no denying that. Looking over at the plate of sweets, the fox grabbed one and pressed it ever so gently to Irial's lips, as she crawled into his lap. Her ivory tail swayed gracefully behind her as she quickly devoured the sweet snack and kissed her master gently. Running her tongue along his lips, the woman smirked and moaned into their kiss as her hands moved down and into the back of his shirt. Feeling his fingers curl into her tail made her seize up and moan as she shivered with pleasure. Panting softly as she pushed his shirt off of him, she listened to him and wiggled against him impatiently. She didn't want to wait any longer... she wanted him now.
Filling their needs, Emiko laid on her side with her eyes closed. For some reason, her thoughts started to slip into the past, and her first encounter with Irial. She had hated him and tried to fight him every chance that she had, but once she had come to learn more about the man... Emiko had found a friend and now? Now what were they? Friends with benefits? That just left a nasty taste in her mouth... Emiko wanted more from him than that... she was wanting something more meaningful... more passionate. However those thoughts came to a halt when she felt his fingers move across her face causing her to open her eyes. She had done away with her ears and tails before they had started their passionate love game, making it easier for her as she moved to lay on her back. Running her fingers down his shoulders and back, she could feel the raised skin from where she had scratched him. A playful smirk played on her lips as she looked at the marks she had left of his neck and shoulders. A few she had made sure would be seen by others, she couldn't help herself!! She wanted Irial to be only hers... looking down at the thought, she knew he couldn't be after the season ended. He was just doing this to help her out right? He was being a good friend by letting her use his body to ease her frustrations, but as much as Emiko wished that was the case... it wasn't... The kitsune had chosen this man as her mate and it was something that she could never tell him. Well... that is what she had thought.
Feeling his body cover hers once more, Emiko smiled gently at him and pulled him closer, but hearing his words made her eyes widen as a dark blush covered her face. Turning her face away from him, to hide her embarrassed expression, her ears accidently came out. The pesky things started to twitch and tune into his voice, hanging on to every word that he said, causing her to blush to darken and spread throughout her body. He wanted to be with her? Shivering as he kissed over her throat and ears, Emiko felt his fingers on her chin, and she knew that she had no other choice but to look at him. Ears falling back as she looked up at him, she opened her mouth to speak but for once... no words came. Instead she kissed him sweetly and nuzzled his neck, making sure to hide her face as she whispered: "I... I had no intentions... of running... I.. I'm yours completely..." Kissing him gently once more, Emiko pressed against him once more, making him make love to her.
-a month later-
After her season had ended, Emiko felt much better, and she was true to her word. She didn't run from Irial.. no she stayed close to him and made sure to cuddle next to him at night. After she had shared so many night together in his bed, it felt like it was the place she needed to be. Waking up one morning, she looked over with a frown to see that Irial had already left her. Pouting briefly, the kitsune felt sick... really sick. Running to the bathroom on wobbly legs, she quickly emptied the contents on her stomach and flushed them down as she wiped her mouth. Was she sick? No.. that wasn't right. She never got sick! Her immune system was way to strong for something like that. Well... she had been tired lately so maybe she was getting sick? Frowning and quickly finding one of the maids, she gave the woman instructions and told her to be incredibly discreet and to tell anyone about what she wanted. When the woman finally returned she took the bag and thanked her before locking herself in Irial's bathroom. Opening the box and taking out the test, the kitsune read the instructions and did as she was instructed. Sitting the stick on the counter, she waited quietly as she foot tapped nervously. Looking up after a few minutes, Emiko paled at the results and then grabbed the other test, using it as well. After a few minutes, the woman was given the same result. Tossing them into the garbage, not really hiding them, the fox went back to the room and crawled into bed.
Well at least she knew why she had been so tired recently, and the reason why her breasts had been so sensitive. Looking at the time, Emiko frowned. Where as Irial? Laying back down and grabbing his pillow, curling around it, the kitsune knew that he had probably put off a lot of work just for the sake of spending time with her. Closing her eyes she thought back to the positive test result and the Irial... What would he think about it? Well... she could think about it later. Right now she was sleepy and ready for bed. Yawning and starting to doze, Emiko completely forgot about the empty pregnancy test box on the sink counter. Falling asleep quickly, the kitsune slipped into a dream world as she waited for the man she loved to come to bed. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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