OtherWorld 01
Chapter 2: Youko Kurama
Otherworld was a land that stood between the four worlds, a land where time passed at its own pace. It was a beautiful land with rolling hills, blue skies, and majestic peaks topped with snow. And it was filled with danger and death.
Surrounded on all sides by the four worlds: Human, Demon, Spirit and the Four Gods World, it alone kept the boundaries between the worlds separate. But it’s boundaries were within and therefore offered Otherworld itself no protection. A Demon could freely cross into Otherworld, but could not easily go into any of the other three worlds. Sometimes they found a portal or a path to the Human World (the most vulnerable of the worlds), but those were rare since only the most powerful mages could create portals.
For that reason, Otherworld's denizens were often beset with attacks from Demons. Considered lower on the food chain, Otherworld's humans residents were considered food by the Demons that crossed from Demon World. So the people of Otherworld were given a gift. Five young women with the ability to emotionally bind Demon males to themselves. In turn, these bound males would use their powers to protect Otherworld. The people did not know where the women came from, but they were indebted to them. No longer were they merely food for powerful Demons; now even more powerful Demons were protecting them, bound forever to one of the women. The people gave the title of Princess to each of the five women. Four of them were in charge of the boundaries; one for each boundary of Otherworld and the boundaries between the worlds. The youngest was in charge of protecting Otherworld itself. Her name was Aara. Like her sisters, she didn't know how she came to be. She just knew she had been created to protect this land. She was a part of the land -- heart and soul -- and she would protect it with every part of her being. She just needed to bind her first male.
Two tall Demons walked into her hall late one evening. They were dragging a wriggling sack behind them. Princess Aara looked at them and the bundle behind them. She knew who they were, Demon males that were bound to her oldest sister, Arina.
"A present from your sister," Kaleffe, the first male, said. "Your sister believes it is time for you bind your first male. Please lead us to his room."
Silently she lead them up the stairs and to the first room to the right of her own. The males dragged the squirming bundle up the stairs and into the bedroom. Then they opened the cloth sack and dumped him out onto the bed. He was naked, panting and moaning. She looked at Kaleffe for an explanation.
"This is a kitsune, a fox Demon, and possibly the most powerful one of them all. His name is Youko Kurama."
She looked at the writhing, miserable Demon. His eyes opened and he looked at her with large golden eyes that were glazed. "What is wrong with him?""
He is in heat," Radiach replied, "The only way we could capture him was to catch him when he went into heat. Otherwise, we could never have gotten near him. Bind him, Princess, and bind him tight. He is a very powerful Youkai." Then they turned and left without another word.
Aara stood there looking at him. He was beautiful, with long white hair spread across the bed. He was very tall, about six feet five, sleek and silvery. He also had a long white tail and large fox ears. She sat on the bed next to him. She could feel the heat of his body - it felt like he was on fire!
He suddenly moved to her, grabbing her arms and pulling her down. A kitsune in heat was a creature consumed by his need. She struggled out of her dress while he nuzzled and rubbed against her with his face, making little keening sounds. The second she got her dress off, he pounced, swiftly moving her beneath him and covering her body with his own. The heat radiated off him in waves. He wasted no time with foreplay -- who knew how long he had been like this. Days? Weeks? When had Kaleffe and Radiach captured him? It would take days to get from Demon World to here. He pushed her legs apart and push himself into her, moaning deeply as he entered. She used her power to bind him while he moved within her, and when he released into her, she bound him even tighter. All through the night, the same scenario repeated itself.
As the first rays of sunlight crossed the bed, he woke. She was watching him, waiting for him to wake. He looked at her with cold eyes. There was no friendliness in that gaze.
She wondered if she had bound him correctly and reached to touch his arm. His stare did not change. She ran her fingers lightly down his arm and he moved with her touch. His gaze was now warm and loving. Ah! Sex would be her control over him.
She reached up to touch one of his large fox ears. They were velvet silver fur. "The lower edge," he whispered hoarsely. She complied, rubbing the edge at the base of his ears. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing and licking. A little growl came from his throat. With other hand, she stroked his hip and he guided her hand to under his tail. He flicked it out of the way and she stroked from under his tail down the curve of his butt. The heat began to radiate from him again and he pressed closer to her. She smiled, enjoying the incredible control she had.
As days passed, Youko Kurama was lost in a sea of need. All the Princess had to do was touch him and he ached for her. Damn heat!!! He had been such easy prey! He had always guarded himself well when he went into heat, choosing a female -- or male, it didn't matter to him when he was in heat -- and taking them into his den where he could safely release his heat. This time he had chosen wrong. The Demon was as beautiful and as sensual as he was. He had followed him into his den and then without warning pounced on him, calling for another Demon to help. Together, they overpowered him, and he was stuffed unceremoniously into a sack and thrown over a horse. He tried to summon his power but his heat kept his mind in a jumble of need and want. He was helpless. For many terrible days he was carried over a horse, growing more and more feverish. By the second day, he was moaning constantly. "Please…" he keep repeating. He thought he would go insane from the need.
And then they dumped him on a bed, naked, with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long red hair with golden eyes and a slender body. All he wanted to do was take her, over and over. He could feel her mind and her emotions, all around him, like ribbons of velvet. Later he would realize that the feeling was her power as she was binding him to her.
His room was lavish with rich golden fabrics of velvet, silk and satin, and the furniture was inviting and comfortable. Open doors led to a balcony overlooking beautiful gardens. It was a paradise with chains -- emotional chains that he would never break. He, who had always been so free, was now trapped forever.
He went to the balcony, changed to his full fox Demon form and jumped off, running through the gardens. It felt good just to run free. After spending the entire day running through the gardens and then out into the surrounding hills, he returned. No one was sent after him for they knew he would return. He would always return. He was sitting there on the thick rug in his room, still in his fox form, watching the fire in the hearth, when he heard her come into the room.
She sat down next to him, "Don't change," she whispered. She ran her hands down his entire back over his soft velvet pelt. He thought his mind would explode. With her hands, she explored every part of him: his four furry tails, his paws, his deep chest, the sensitive whiskers on his muzzle, the soft fur on his under-belly. He keened and writhed under her touch. She rubbed his ears, both of them! and he whined. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his soft, furry coat.
"You are so beautiful, My Love," she purred to him. He couldn't stand it anymore and changed back into his human form, taking her in his arms, kissing, licking, nuzzling, anything he could do just to touch her. His skin felt like it was on fire and he ached for her touch.
"My Love," she murmured in his ear, "You are mine, Youko Kurama. And I am yours."
He stared at her. His?
"The binding works both ways. I am bound to you as much as you are bound to me."
He smiled for the first time since he arrived. His chains were also her chains. Perhaps captivity would not be so bad after all.
As the years passed, Youko Kurama no longer felt like a captive. This was now his home. He used his contacts to forge alliances and friendships with powerful Demons he knew from his past. He was over a thousand years old and the Demons that he didn't know personally, had at least heard of him. He used his power over plants around the castle, growing an impenetrable wall of thorns to fortify the walls of the castle, adding sentry plants along the top of it, and planting tall watch plants on the hills surrounding the castle. Youko Kurama was content, happy in his home with his arms wrapped around his Princess.