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The Next Generation	By : groovytits Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 5240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As soon as I got into my room, I flopped on the bed and fell asleep. The twins where outside, trying to avoid the house. I was so mad, for some reason. When I was at the cusp of sleep, I realized that my father was right. I was just mad because he assumed that he had authority over me. The realization struck me that the time I spent in Sesshomaru’s home made me a little pompous. He was my father, and he was stronger than everybody in the house, so he was alpha. I had no right to challenge him. With my new found realization, I fell asleep quickly.
When I awoke, Yuuaa and Akemi where fast asleep beside me with Neko at the foot of the bed. It felt strange not to have Kuritsuki in the room. I would have to build him a big door at some point.
Something had woken me up. My eyes blinked away sleep, and I rose slowly to a sitting position.
“Ryu, wake the hell up. “
“Uh. “
I was still half-asleep, but my sensitive nose told me that there was no danger because the scent belonged to Moriko.
“Sleep.”
I moaned, dropping back down.
“What’s going on?”
Akemi’s light voice penetrated my sensitive ears.
“Sleep.”
I replied, rolling onto my stomach. I heard a soft footstep on the floor and cracked my golden eye towards the window. My hands covered my ears, barely hearing the soft argument going on between the two oddly awake people in my room. Yuuaa stirred beside me and lifted up, casually bringing Moriko down on top of her,
“Good evening lover, have you come sneaking into my bedroom for a tumble?”
The brown-haired girl mumbled sleepily. Moriko pulled away from Yuuaa and leaned down in between the two of us.
“Zukimu got a stash of sake. Come help us drink it. “
He whispered. Yuuaa was already standing up and slipping her sandals on, brushing her long brown hair back into extremely low pigtails. My eyes where completely open now. I watched the twenty year old straighten out the white kimono she was wearing and grab the long jagged sword I had given to her. Yuuaa’s twin sister scoffed and lay back down.
“Count me out, and goodnight children.”
I didn’t blame her. But, I had just thrown knives at my father’s head when he told me that I couldn’t go and see the wolf demons. Plus, I had been planning to go and drink anyway. I sighed and sat up.
“Good morning sleeping beauty, will you be joining us tonight for your official ‘welcome back’ party?”
I blinked up at him and took his appearance in. Puberty had done him well. Of course he was gorgeous. He was a fucking demon. It was both a blessing and a curse to constantly be around such beauty. On the one hand, I got a nice view. His black hair had been cut, the beautiful ringlets coming to the nape of his neck. His eye brows arched high like mine did, except his weren’t as thick as my caterpillars naturally where. His big silver eyes angled out now that he was much older. They were somewhat small, but heavy-lidded. The manliest bedroom eyes I’d ever seen. And his long nose was adorable in the way it tilted slightly upwards. His jaw was square and in perfect proportion with his high forehead, his chin long and broad. The little imperfections that I noticed made him more beautiful. His bottom lip was slightly fully than the top lip. He had a slight scar in his right eyebrow. I could list off the rest of his breathtaking attributes, but we have a story to tell here. I was pulled into a tight embrace onto his lap and he buried his face into the crook of my neck, breathing in heavily,
“You’re different.”
He murmured into my skin, making me squirm to get away from the offending tickle.
“I’m not, Oji-sama just made some adjustments.”
I defended, feeling suddenly self-conscious. I was still the same person inside, and I didn’t think that my outward attributes had been altered too much. I could feel his mouth curve upwards against my collar bone,
“I didn’t say it was bad. Just surprising, is all.”
I began to pull away when his scent got stronger. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than fine with being restrained on his lap. That was just it. My hormones where responding a little too strongly to the potential male in front of me, and it was strange. Stupid instincts.
“I’ve missed you, pup.”
He patted my head and cleared the tension between us, offering an apologetic smile.
“I’ve missed you too. You can tell me all about what you’ve been doing once we’re on our way. I don’t want to stay here too long. Dad could hear us and bust in at any time.”
My body was telling me to get back onto the floor with him when I got up. He smelled so good. His wild scent was tempting me. I stretched to clear my head of carnal thoughts, letting out a loud yawn followed by a small squeak. I yawned strangely like that. I then proceeded to get ready to go while ignoring the demon sitting on my floor. I grabbed my bow and arrows and strapped them to my back. Both sets of black straps went up my legs. I halted them at mid-thigh and dropped the cotton skirt back down only to lift it back up when I placed both throwing axes on each leg. I slipped three small leather sheaths beside each axe. Every sheath held five knives. Next were my arm bands, matching my legs. I rolled the billowy sleeves up and tucked two longer sheaths into the bands on my upper arms. Daggers were my sword substitute, because of my general dislike for the longer blades. Regardless of my dislike, I was still bringing one with me. A bow, thirty knives, two daggers, a sword, and two axes was more than enough. I told Moriko to turn around and I dropped my kimono to the ground. My black chest armor was on quickly. It was made of leather, more of a casual armor instead of the steel one I usually wore. I pulled on the shorts made of the same material and buckled my wolf pelt to my hips. Yuuaa had me tie her short purple kimono up while she tied my deep red sash around my head. The older girl used the twin straps that I used and hooked the long jagged sword to her white obi, a deadly Korean fan at her leg and three miniature boomerangs at the other. She tucked daggers into her arm bands. Moriko gave an exasperated sigh,
“Almost done?”
Yuuaa answered him,
“Hai.”
“Going to war?”
He asked, casually throwing a glance at me. His eyes flickered down for the briefest of moments to my chest and he grinned, his prominent dimples showing. I looked away from him to avoid his silver gaze.
“It never hurts to be prepared. We could be attacked at any time by big, bad bandits. Or perhaps demons.”
Yuuaa answered. Kuritsuki’s big black head poked into our bedroom from the open window.
“Kachio told me about your wolf, by the way. That’s crazy shit.”
The demon pushed Kuritsuki’s face back outside and hopped out of the window.
I followed behind him and dropped to the ground without a sound. Yuuaa came next, her long ivory legs visible through the window. Kachio was already outside armed with nothing but his sword and trusty thick spears strapped to his hips. His thick head of hair was pulled into a fishtail braid, strands of white everywhere. His singular black streak made his hair look really cool. My tall brother helped Yuuaa down.
“I figured you of all people would have stayed behind. You know father is going to catch us.”
I pointed to my brother and he calmly shrugged,
“He went somewhere after you went into your room. He said to watch you, and then he left. And so, under father’s strict orders, I am here watching you. He didn’t say not to let you out of the house. You must have really ticked him off.”
Poor dad. I really did feel bad about earlier. There were different ways to go about things. I could have batted my eyes and said, ‘please’. Or, something more agreeable than a shouting match coupled with knife-throwing. My anger got control over me. I promised myself that I would make it up to him, and to instead tastefully go about things next time.
“Let’s go kids.”
Moriko said with a smirk. We made our way to the horse pen a few feet away, and each person got on their respective horses. Our parents had really dug deep into their pockets for our new mounts. Kachio had a huge white Andalusian stallion. His socks where high and black, his mane and tail a matching color. A light sprinkle of grey ran up the horse’s hind legs and rear. My stallion was the same breed as Kachio’s. He was was so darkly bay as to almost be black, his socks and tail also an onyx color. Each mount looked to be about eighteen hands and heavily muscled. They were bred for strength and beauty rather than speed and agility. War horses.
My stallion began to get anxious when Kuritsuki trotted up to us, and I held on tightly to him with my thighs when he began to suck back from the huge wolf sniffing at him. That would have to be remedied. I got off of the horse and dropped to the ground. I motioned for Kachio to do the same while Yuuaa stayed on the back of her roan mare. My nails scratched at the sweet spot below his ear and made soothing noises while Kuritsuki investigated the new animal. The stallion became less apprehensive and my wolf quickly lost interest. The process was repeated with Kachio’s beast. When the horses were calm, we mounted back up. We could have run to the dens with Yuuaa riding on somebody’s back, but Moriko was much faster than Kachio and I thanks to his full blood. I gestured behind me and addressed Moriko,
“Nope. Not getting on that thing.”
“It’s the only way we can keep the same pace.”
“Nah. I’ll… jog.”
“Nonsense, ride with me. Or Yuuaa, but I’m sure the combined weight would be a strain on the horse.”
Yuuaa growled at me,
“Speak for yourself, your butt is way bigger than mine.”
The human girl said with a satisfied smirk.
“Yuuaa, I didn’t mean that you’re fatter. Your horse is smaller. Asshole.”
I retorted. Yuuaa laughed at me and a gave an apologetic smile.
“Get on Moriko.”
I said sternly to the handsome wolf. With a glassy look, he climbed on behind me. He really shouldn’t have been so scared. Even if he was thrown off and trampled, he would recover almost instantly. And he usually jumped at the chance to try something new.
When we were all settled, I knocked my heels firmly into the animal’s withers, setting off at a trot.
“What is the beast’s name?”
Moriko asked behind me, his voice shaking somewhat. I gestured to the red mare below us.
“Don’t know yet, but we’re about to go faster. Hang on with your thighs, bounce as little as possible with your knees, and try to move with his body.”
Moriko inhaled deeply and buried his face into my hair. His arms snaked around me and held my waist too tightly for comfort. I wound my hands into the stallions black mane and clicked my tongue. The destrier sped up to a canter and Moriko started bitching about the animal’s spine digging into his crotch. Yuuaa sped up in front of me, her little mare kicking up dust. Kachio tried to pass her up, but her nag was now at a gallop. She would get to the dens way before us. When we were at full speed, I allowed my mind to wander and found that my tail was up against Moriko’s groin. Every jostle of the horse had my generous backside bouncing against my cousin’s most private of areas. His left arm was oh-so-close the bottoms of my bouncing breasts, his right hand wound around the curve of my right hip. I was glad that he couldn’t see my blush, I was also grateful for the training that allowed me to disguise the shifting of my scent. To my relief, Moriko had no such instruction in the latter subject, and I could smell the excitement coming off of him in waves. He was having too much fun to care about our bodies being almost molded into each other. Kuritsuki was running beside my horse, staying in the cover of the trees. He’d been kicked by a horse once before and was not keen on it happening again.
“Go towards that mountain, I’ll tell you when to turn next.”
So we weren’t going to the dens? I howled in Kachio’s general direction from farther ahead and he pulled his white horse in.
“Catch up with Yuuaa and tell her to fall back, we aren’t going to the dens.”
I yelled over the sound of the horses’ thundering hooves. My brother nodded his understanding and leaned forward as far as he could, using his knees to almost crouch on the horse’s back. Kachio sped off.
His hot breath in my ear gave me chills. I was much too distracted by how close we were. I blame my raging hormones and virginal curiosity. It took a lot to embarrass me, but I was mortified when it came to functions of the body. Mortified, but very interested. I could feel his manhood radiating heat onto my twitching tail; his bare chest felt rock hard against my curved back. He relaxed his arms and rested his forehead on the nape of my neck, his breath raising goose bumps all over me,
“I didn’t get to ask you what these where.”
He placed a finger on the mushroom in between my shoulder blades. I couldn’t suppress the tremble in my voice,
“It’s irezumi. Ink on thread that is sewn into skin.”
I tried to keep my answer brief least he suspect that his off handed touches had me squirming on top of the horse. His face drew away from my back, and his scent indicated that he was confused. Then, it turned into fascination. If I had eyes in the back of my head, I would have sure seen the slow smirk that must have crept over his face.
“Well, I like them, especially this one.”
His hand went to my right upper thigh and ran up my leg lightly, over the canine paw prints crawling up the side of my leg. I squeaked at the surprising contact and leaned away from him on instinct. I was beginning to enjoy being tickled. I had to lean back up when the separation of weight began to make my horse anxious. His mouth was smirking against the nape of my neck again.
“Is something wrong, little one?”
“Yes!”
My voice was less forceful than I wanted it to be.
“You know how touchy I am. So, stop doing that!”
And do you know what that brute of a demon did? You guessed it. Like the horny seventeen-year old that he was, he didn’t stop. Like most men, no actually sounds like yes to them, and vice versa. Apparently, stop means ‘please continue, I’m not in the least bit uncomfortable.’
He used his free hand and felt the back of the black pelt, right on the curve of my ass.
“I like this too. Makes you look like you belong to my tribe.”
I yelped and tried to slap his hand away with my free one. I was going to ask him what the fuck kind of game he was playing at, but my voice halted in my throat when he nipped at my back,
“Better watch yourself pup, stick your hand in fire and will get burned.”
He grabbed my hand and pinned it to my back. He used his strength to draw me into a painfully upright sitting position.
“You keep both hands on the horse; I don’t want you to fall off.”
I would slide off if he kept it up. This was my first sexual encounter, and I was finding that the moisture gathering quickly between my legs was far more bountiful than my usual lonely nights. The way that he was using such forceful advances upon me was exciting. He let go of my hand and it flew back into the black mane. Moriko was laughing behind me, slapping himself on the leg,
“Calm down Ryuumiu, I’m only joking.”
Well, that was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I didn’t feel like wading through my confused arousal, and a curse because he knew that he affected me strongly. He would never let me live that one down,
“Oi, Ryu. You’re easy to tease.”
“Shut the hell up. If you ever do that again, I’ll cut your puny cock to ribbons. Don’t think I won’t.”
I raised a hand and flexed my claws at him. Ever since the day that I died, I’d used that as my go-to threat. Well, on people that had dicks. He just kept on laughing. It was one of those obnoxious laughs that made you want to rip the offender’s tongue out.
“Pup, I’ll tell you now. My manhood is anything but puny.”
“Not that it’s any of my business, but I’m quite sure it is. You’re little everywhere else.”
Well, he wasn’t really. He just had a slimmer build.
“It could be your business if you really want to see it.”
His one arm was still cupped against my hip, but it began to travel inwards.
“Fuck, Moriko! Stop it, you’re freaking me out!”
I squealed. How long until we got there?! Kuritsuki decided that this was a good time to step in, figuratively. He growled low from his hiding place in the shadows of the trees beside us, still keeping pace. I also caught sight of the two other horses ahead of us, running at fast trot. Moriko put his arm fully around my waist and tried to look casual. By the time we caught up with Yuuaa and Kachio, he was sitting little a good boy and my blush was gone. I slowed to a trot. The excess excitement from the ride was still gathered in my shorts though.
“Go left around that oak tree and follow the blood marks on the bark.”
Moriko said to us. Yuuaa was off before we could blink and Kachio was right behind her. The rest of the two hour ride went by uneventfully. I was still pissed about the whole ordeal, but Moriko seemed to forget it ever happened. He kept talking about the pack, what he had been doing, this beautiful wolf demoness he fucked in the last fertility ceremony. He asked me what kind of training I’d received under my uncle. I answered with a soft growl. I wouldn’t be talking to him for the rest of the night. He had aroused, annoyed, embarrassed, and angered me within ten minutes. Little imp didn’t even care.
The smell of burning wood caught my nose first, then the scent of wolf demons. We were almost there, finally. My stallion had exhausted himself about an hour ago from the hills and jumps, so we were down to a slow canter. It was still quite impressive. Such endurance as I’d not even seen. He may not be as fast as Yuuaa’s horse, but he was a lot tougher. The stallion leapt over a rather large fallen tree trunk and I slowed him down to a trot with cues from my hands in his mane. Ten minutes later and we stopped at the edge of a clearing. There was a convenient stream that ran a few feet away, and my stallion joined the other two animals and promptly buried his nose deep in the water. The name Iwa struck me as a good name for him. Iwa meant rock, and the simple word described him perfectly. Kuritsuki joined them too, and they all moved quickly away from him while still drinking. The wolf took the insult in stride and stuck his whole head in the water.
I chanced to look around as Moriko and I walked to the group by the large fire. Yuuaa was talking loudly to two older wolf demons, making wide gestures with her hands. I recognized some of the small group as acquaintances I had met from my childhood visits to the wolf den; I couldn’t quite place any of their names though. Kachio was talking quietly to Okukaze. He had grown tremendously. Gone was the chubbiness of childhood. He stood against a tree with his arms folded, looking like a true demon prince in all of his glory. His hair was a deep auburn color, pulled back into a braid that brushed his hips. His angular blue eyes where framed by long and masculine eyebrows. His aristocratic nose was quite fitting on his heart-shaped face, his jaw and brow bones defined and angular. His skin was only the slightest of tans, and a small cluster of freckles sprinkled his nose and shoulders. And what shoulders they were. His muscles where finely chorded, and his average build didn’t hinder anything in the way of his brawny-ness. Again, it was weird that I found these men whom I had known from my earliest memories so attractive; but the body will react no matter how much your mind is protesting. I’m sure I was drooling over him for a good amount of time, because Yuuaa called me out.
“You brain-dead, Ryu?”
I frowned and stared at the ground. She could be such an asshole. Okukaze must have been in the conversation of his life not to at least acknowledge me when I arrived. But, at the sound of my name, he quickly snapped to attention and searched the people by the fire with his eyes. I must appear to be drastically different, because he only noticed me from my seat on the ground when I waved at him. He broke away from my brother’s conversation with an, ‘excuse me’, and motioned towards the trees. I stood up and bounced over to him. I had to initiate the hug, and he accepted it with glee.
“Come, little one. We have much to talk about.”
He grabbed my small hand in his own massive paw, and I glanced over my shoulder to make sure my brother knew where I was going least he panic and send a search party. We walked in silence through the trees, still holding hands just as we had done so many years ago.
“I am so pleased that you’re back.”
His voice was low and baritone.
“I am too; I can’t even begin to tell you of the hell I’ve been in. They made me do all sorts of crazy shit.”
“Like what?”
We stopped beside a juniper tree and he pulled me closer by the hand.
“Like… they made me dance. And sing. I had to wear socks, AND shoes. I got spanked when I didn’t talk right, and just… urgh.”
I folded my arms and he traced my right irezumi,
“Did they alter your skin like this too?”
His scent swayed to anger,
“No, those where my doing. You don’t like them?”
I covered the art with my hands and frowned at him,
“I like them, I just thought that they forced them on you.”
I didn’t feel like explaining that the first one was.
“Well, good. Cause even if you didn’t like them, it wouldn’t matter.”
His hand went up to my face, and he traced my jaw with his big hand. What was it with people touching me?
“It’s pronounced, ‘because’. I see that you didn’t pay attention to your speech lessons.”
I ignored that comment. I did pay attention, actually. I just talked the way I talked. End of story. I shrugged and looked away from his piercing gaze, feeling slightly uncomfortable when his fingers splayed across my cheek. I cleared my throat and moved my face away slowly,
“I didn’t see Zukimu anywhere, I he coming?”
I asked, looking around as if he would pop up at any second. Okukaze’s scent flared again to anger, but he hid his peeved expression. I didn’t like it when people hid their emotions, it seemed unnatural to me.
“He went to get sake.”
I perked up and smiled at him,
“Are you going to drink some?”
“Only a little. I don’t much care for the taste.”
That was understandable. Sake was pretty gross. I didn’t drink it for the taste though.
“You look very beautiful, you know.”
Okukaze changed the subject quickly and stepped closer to me. I had to look up due to his impressive height,
“Uh, thanks. They poured ink into little holes in my face. It was very strange at first. The effects should wear off in the next two months, so I’ll look like my old self again.”
His eyes where boring into mine now.
“You may do either and still be breath-taking.”
I looked away and mumbled,
“I think we should go back now, Kachio is probably worried about me.”
He must have taken my eye aversion as a sign of submission. The next thing I knew, I was pressed up and pinned against a rough tree. I wasn’t excited this time. When Moriko was teasing me, it didn’t feel nearly as wrong as this did.
“Your brother knows where you are. I’ve already made my intentions clear to him.”
Kachio knew I was being manhandled like this and he was okay with it? That was extremely unlike him. He was always very concerned with my safety.
“What intentions?”
Gone was my awkward fidgeting. I didn’t like this.
“I’m going to mate you. Don’t you remember? You promised. We’re old enough now.”
What the fuck was he rambling about? My eyes where hooded and I stared into his blue eyes, unblinking.
“We where children when I said that, Okukaze. I didn’t even really know what it meant back then.”
My body stiffened under him when he chuckled,
“A promise is a promise.”
Was this a game to him? Because I was not having any fun.
“Bullshit. You can’t just waltz up and claim me like that.”
I escaped the cage of his arms by dropping to my knees and bounding out from under his legs. He looked at me as he would a cute puppy,
“Always being so arduous.”
He took a step towards me and I let out a warning growl. I didn’t want to fight him. He was family. But I would not hesitate to hurt him if he pounced. Another step closer, than another.
“You want me Okukaze, then court me the right way. You’re making me mad with this possessive shit.”
My tail was in between my legs and bristled, and he hesitated.
“I can smell you, Ryu. You want me.”
He pointedly looked at my lower body and I balked. How arrogant of him. Sure, my shorts where still soaked from earlier, but it wasn’t from this. My voice was caught in my throat. Instead of telling him exactly what had drenched me so thoroughly and actually making him mad, I flipped my middle finger at him. He laughed loudly and began advancing towards me again. I was saved by Kuritsuki loping in from the forest. He barked at my opponent and I scurried on his back. I didn’t even have to tell Kuritsuki where to go because he was already racing for the safety of the clearing. When we made it back, I scrambled off of his back and stomped past my brother, who was laughing about something with a rather gorgeous demoness. Of course he didn’t notice when I sent him a nasty look. I stalked to the little stream that the horses lounged near and slumped to the ground. Then, I proceeded to fling my shorts down my legs and throw them in the water. My hands scrubbed the thick material hard and I draped it on a nearby bush to dry; then I crawled into the water and scrubbed my whole undercarriage of all juices. This was turning out to be the most irritating night of my life. Once I was clean, I walked my ass to the safety of Yuuaa. I’d forgotten how much better it feels to walk around without any underclothes on.
The older human stopped in mid-sentence and scooted over on her log for me to sit when I made it over to her.
“There you are Ryu. I was just telling these fine demons about the time the lord from the Genjico family proposed to me.”
She giggled and leaned into her small crowd of eager males,
“He didn’t quite measure up to my standards.”
She winked and sat back when a round of laughter met her punch line. She turned her brown eyes toward me and patted my back when Okukaze came close,
“Don’t worry. He won’t try anything out in the open.”
It was amazing how she could observe people’s body language. I ignored the challenging look Okukaze sent my way and turned fully to Yuuaa,
“Did you tell them about the time your mother caught you peeking into the river when those men where bathing?”
I asked her, giving her an opening for another amusing tale.
“Ah, no, I haven’t told them anything of the sort. You see boys, when I was young, I had an affinity for art. I loved painting and drawing. Humans where my favorite because of the challenge that was presented in the expression of the face. Men where especially hard. They are boxy and had far too much definition to put correctly on a scroll. But, I still liked to try. One day, I got the idea to take my tools down to the river, and sketch a man in the nude. That way, I could be sure to get the correct picture at the end. Well, as I peeked through the bushes and the young farm hands where washing the day’s filth away, I could hear my mother yelling my name. I was so concentrated on getting the curve of the forearm correct,”
As she talked, her arm casually touched one male’s forearm to echo her words,
“That I didn’t even pay attention to my name being screamed. It wasn’t until I was picked up and spanked in front of the blushing young men that I even knew I was doing anything wrong. I think it’s unfair that a man may look upon a woman, all naked and dripping,”
Yuuaa sighed and crossed her legs, her short kimono allowing just the right amount of her long creamy thigh to be revealed,
“And just get a slap on the wrist and a scolding. While a woman will get spanked for being such a bad girl.”
She was really laying it on thick, and the boys where lapping it up. I liked watching her work men like puppets, it was always pretty funny. I wondered briefly what would happen if I tried to do the same. Why not? Every girl likes to feel worshiped every now and again.
“I agree, so unfair.”
I spoke up and the male’s gazes shifted towards me. Casually, I leaned my bare arm against Yuuaa’s and looked up at her through my lashes, arching my back slightly to make sure everybody saw the way my breasts swelled out of my leather armor.
“Why, just the other day when we were training,”
I looked to the men and drew my brow up in distress,
“We both got a good tongue-lashing by your sister. You see, Yuuaa and I were practicing our hand-to hand combat. And we had been going at it for hours, because neither of us wanted to submit. We where sweating and dirty, and our skin stuck together whenever we touched. By the time we were tired enough to be panting and crawling in our attacks, her sister came out and made us go take a bath. As she was washing the suds off of my chest,”
I casually put a hand to one of my large breasts,
“She told me that we shouldn’t be fighting like dogs. Ladies aren’t supposed to be rough with each other. And yet, when a man fights a man, they are left alone. The sexes are unequal in so many silly ways. How are us girls ever supposed to have any fun?”
Haha. That was pretty fun. I will be the first to admit that it made me feel a little powerful, having men hang onto every word I said like that. Looking at me like I was the juiciest slab of meat they had ever seen. My amusement was short lived when Okukaze strolled towards me from his post on the tree. Like Yuuaa said, I didn’t think he would approach me in front of anyone. He didn’t though. Instead, he stood beside me and addressed the young demons spread throughout the small clearing,
“We have come to celebrate the return of two very dear pack mates on this night of Seijuku. Let us partake in the bountiful supply of dreams that the land has given to us.”
Our welcoming party was held on the same night as their yearly evolution celebration? No wonder everybody here was under twenty-five. Most demons connect with their beast at a fairly young age, hell, even I encountered mine when I got angry enough. Okukaze was hosting the ceremony because he was the tribe’s heir. He would be over-seeing the whole sha-bang.
At his command, Moriko brought a sack to his foot,
“Our brother is here now with your alpha’s contribution.”
As if on cue, a huge brute broke into my line of sight carrying a monstrous barrel on his shoulder. Yuuaa nudged me and nodded her head at the man,
“Isn’t he sublime?”
She whispered into my shoulder. I sniffed the air. I could smell sage and oak and… some sort of musk that demanded my full attention. No… that couldn’t be Zukimu.
It was indeed Zukimu. And he was a beast. Taller than everybody in the clearing, and build like a brick shit-house. Not like those steroid-infused beef heads that you see nowadays. This man was made to dominate. His bare upper body had my attention for so long that I saw the rest of him well after he put the big cask down and sat on top of it. Okukaze was talking more, but I was too busy looking at Zukimu to heard anything he was saying. His hair was very strange and fascinating to me at the time; it was black and roped to his lower back. Later on, I would come to know them as ‘dreadlocks’. His intense sky blue eyes where angular and somewhat small. I had never heard of manly eyes, but he had them. His high thick eyebrows arched over his hooded lids, a small scar on the left one. It only added to his beauty instead of marring it. His facial hair was a heavy scruff that went from just below his cheekbones and down his thick neck. His jaw was of average width, but it was long and extremely defined along with his prominent chin. Oddly, he had a deep cleft in that sturdy chin, and slight dimples in his cheeks whereas his twin brother had deep dimples and no cleft chin. His cheekbones where wide and his nose was long and straight with slightly wide nostrils. His skin was the deepest golden tan I’d ever seen.
Take note people, because I am describing the epitome of a man.
Zukimu didn’t catch my long stares, and he seemed to be looking around. I think what gave me away was the white streak in my hair. He waved at me with a huge smile the minute I was done ogling. I waved back slightly, still in awe. I was snapped out of my stupor by Okukaze raising his voice.
“And now, my brothers and sisters, let us feast.”
Okukaze bent down and untied the sack at his feet, revealing a great heap of every natural drug known in these parts. An impressive bed of hemp was under a hulking pile of different colored mushrooms. Belladonna and ephedra where also among the vast variety of other unknown plants. Oh hell yeah. Shit was really about to get crazy.
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