Jodah's Revenge
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi, rape, torture)
Chapter 15
Aara summoned the Fire Demon to her study. Hiei quaked when he heard the summons. Never before had one of her own males been summoned like that before the Princess. He straightened his shoulders and walked resolutely into the study. She was sitting there, in her chair, lit by the firelight, looking very much like the day he became her second male, except for the stern look on her face.
Hiei went to her, bowed, then stood there waiting for his punishment.
"You went to the Human World without permission. You involved Bakura in your scheme. You risked your life and that of Aniki and the two captives. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I would do it again in a heartbeat." Hiei said without hesitation.
A warm smile lit the Princess' face, "That's what I thought you would say."
She pulled him to her, startling him, and took his face in her hands. "Thank you, Hiei, thank you for being you."
He sighed in relief. Then jumped a little when he felt her hands on his clothing, opening his trousers, and then gave a little moan when she found what she had been looking for. After a few minutes, she stood up, removed the velvet robe she wore, revealing a golden, perfect body -- she was completely nude. Kneeling on the thick rug before the fireplace, she pulled him to her and undressed him, kissing every part she uncovered, just like that very first time. Hiei closed his eyes and just let a feeling of complete contentment wash over him.
When he was undressed, Aara laid him down a low, long ottoman, then knelt in front him. She opened his legs and bent over him, sucking each of his almost perfectly round balls. Hiei gave a rasping sigh and opened as wide as he could. Moving from his balls, her hand stroked the soft curling hair that grew above his penis, tracing the white star, a smaller version of the star on his head. Then she turned her attention to his penis, first licking the tip, then all around the velvet head, and finally up and down his entire shaft. Hiei moaned loudly, his hips started their rhythm, and his penis was now turgid. Crystal drops formed at the tip and she licked them up. He began to plead for her, wanting to be inside of her. Instead she pulled a green velvet ribbon from her own hair and tied it around his balls and the base of his penis. He groaned, knowing what was to come and that he was completely at her mercy.
For over an hour, the Princess teased her Fire Demon. Hiei had been on the edge for the entire hour, wanting desperately to tip over that edge and release, but unable to do so. His entire body was slick with sweat and his hips moved steadily, and his voice was a raspy, pleading moan. His penis was engorged with blood and aching for release, dripping pre-ejaculate constantly.
Finally Aara moved him to the soft, thick rug in front the fire place and straddled him, positioning him at her entrance. She pulled the ribbon and it fell away. She sat down hard, impaling herself at the same time that Hiei bucked into her, slamming himself deep inside. She moved on him, undulating her hips as she rode him. It took no time at all for him to climax -- he was so close! -- his warm semen spilled into her, and with spasmodic jerks, he pumped in even more. With a long sigh, Hiei emptied himself in her wonderful body and then slipped out, softening quickly. He was almost asleep.
"My Sweetness." Aara murmured, and Hiei smiled as he drifted to sleep. His reward had been wonderful!
As soon as Kouga and Kome went out on their daily patrol, Kagome approached Kurama.
"Kurama, do you know what happened to Kouga on that island?" She asked.
"I have an idea, but not exactly what happened. What is the problem?"
Kagome lowered her head for a few moments, and when she raised her head, tears were in her eyes. "He slept in a night shirt last night. He's never done that before. And he won't let me touch him. What did they do to him? He is in so much pain but he won't let me near him. I don't know what to do."
Kurama slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned on him, weeping quietly. What had happened to Kouga? He promised Kagome that he would talk to him and see what he could do.
Kurama made an opportunity that very night, asking Kouga to accompany him to find night-blooming herbs. The Wolf Demon stood guard as Kurama wandered the hillside. When he got close to the lake, the Fox sat down and Kouga plopped down beside him.
"How is Tekki?" Kouga asked.
"No change. We're not sure what to do." Kurama answered, and then asked, "How are you?"
The silence was deafening. Finally, Kouga spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "Sakio -- he did things to me. I don't understand what he did to me."
"Did he hurt you?"
Kouga lifted his head, looking into Kurama's eyes. His blue eyes were filled with pain. "I wish that he had. At least that way I would understand it. But he -- Kurama, my body -- what he did felt -- I never felt anything like it. What is wrong with me?"
Kurama sat silent for a moment, trying to read between the lines. Suddenly he realized what had happened. "Did it feel that way only when Sakio was inside of you?"
Kouga flushed, lowered his head and nodded.
"He must have touched your prostate. You couldn't help but feeling excited." Kurama explained, then noticed that the Wolf had an uncomprehending look on his face. "Kouga, do you trust me?"
Kouga hesitated for a second, and then nodded. Kurama pulled him so that he was lying facedown across his lap, and placed an arm across his back. "I won't hurt you. Trust me."
He could feel the Wolf go rigid with fear and start to tremble, but Kouga didn't try to stop him. Kurama lifted the furs and slid Kouga's briefs down, revealing his rear. He gently pushed the farthest leg up so that Kouga was open and, after licking his finger to moisten it, slid it into his friend. Kouga whimpered softly. Kurama moved his finger, feeling for the gland. There it was! He stroked it gently. And Kouga arched, his fingers clawing the grass, his penis instantly responding. Kurama removed his finger and sat Kouga up. The Wolf was badly shaken. After washing his hands in the lake, Kurama returned and sat down beside him.
"What I touched is your prostate gland. It is what helps you ejaculate. It is extremely sensitive, and someone as skilled as Sakio would know how to manipulate it. Kouga, no one could have resisted feeling what you did."
For long minutes, Kouga sat silent, digesting this bit of information. Then he whispered another question, "Does it feel like that to Kagome?"
"What do you mean?"
"Not the gland thing -- but before, when Sakio shoved into me -- is that what it feels like to Kagome when I…." he stopped, terrified of the answer.
"Kouga, Sakio used you against your wishes and he used your anal canal. The feelings are not the same. You can get used to using that passage, and you can enjoy it, but never when it is forced. When you put yourself into Kagome, it is through her vaginal canal and that passage was created specifically for that purpose. She was literally made for you. Her walls throb to exact rhythm of your penis. As much as you enjoy being in her, she enjoys you being there. It is nothing like what Sakio did to you."
Kouga sat silent again. Then tears began to run down his face -- tears of relief. Kurama slipped his arm around Kouga's shoulders, comforting him as he cried. Finally, the tears dried and he stood up, going to the lake to wash his face.
Turning to the Fox, he said, "Thank you."
"Go to Kagome. She is worried about you. And she misses you."
Kouga nodded and together they walked back to the Village. It was already very late at night and Kagome was already in bed, but she was not asleep. She prayed that Kurama could help her mate. His pain was torment to her. Finally, she heard Kouga come in and walk silently to the bedroom. He undressed and stood there, holding his nightshirt. Finally, he hung it back up and slipped into bed nude, but still lying apart from his mate.
"I missed you." Kagome said softly, but she didn't move closer, knowing that he needed to make the first move. After a few minutes of silence, Kouga began to talk. In a tortured whisper, he told her about the island, about Sakio, and everything that had been done to him; he left nothing out. Kagome listened, her heart breaking as she heard what had been done to her beloved mate, and her tears fell freely.
Finally, he finished his tale, lying there on his back, staring up at the ceiling, tears running down the sides of his face. He felt empty.
Kagome moved to kneel over him and took his face in hers, "Kouga, you are home now. You are safe. And I love you so much."
He tentatively reached up to kiss her, the barest touch of a kiss. Then he kissed her again, deeper this time. Kouga looked deep into her eyes and saw only unconditional love in them.
"Touch me," he whispered.
And Kagome reached a hand down, gently encircling him with her hand. With her thumb, she stroked the velvet tip. She went very slowly, arousing him little by little, not wanting to rush him. He responded to her gentle touch and his penis lengthened and stiffened in her hand.
When he was ready, Kouga moved them both so that he was positioned over her. Kagome opened her legs, encircling his hips with her legs. He was at her entrance, but he didn't push in.
"It's all right, my love. You won't hurt me."
Kouga nodded and then slowly pushed into her. All around himself, he could feel her throbbing walls -- throbbing in response to his own rhythm, just like Kurama had said. With a sigh, he went all the way in, slowly thrusting in and out, building up to his release. It felt good -- it felt right!
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, loving the feel of her, remembering how it used to be. Together they built to a crescendo of passion, and climaxed together in perfect harmony. He stayed inside as long as he could, never wanting to lose this feeling again.
Finally, he moved to her side, still holding her tightly. She reached up and kissed him, "Welcome back, my love, welcome home."
Kouga smiled and snuggled into the covers, his arms still wrapped tightly around his mate, around his beloved Kagome, and together they drifted off to sleep, once more safe in each other's arms.
At the Castle, another woman was also trying to reach her mate. But Kenru could not reach Tekki at all. He lay there, nearly catatonic. He had not uttered a word; he just stayed in a fetal position, staring at nothing, his eyes vacant.
Kaiba walked into the room, followed by Kurama. Kenru nodded to them and went out to the balcony. Kurama awoke a dormant plant on the nightstand and then both he and the healing mage went to the balcony, letting the sleep plant do its task. After a few minutes, they returned and Kurama returned the plant to its dormant stage. Tekki was in a deep sleep.
After turning down the covers, and with Kurama's help, Kaiba turned him and lifted his hips, opening him. Then the mage applied salves inside the tortured Bobcat. Kaiba could feel the scarred flesh under his fingers. With time, Tekki would heal physically but Kaiba wasn't sure about the mental part. Together with the Princess, they had tried everything to heal him. They had even tried to use Tekki's unborn child, trying to get him to sense his son, but they had no success. Tekki had gone deep inside his own mind, hiding from the terror that his life had become. And there seemed to be no way to reach him to let him know that it was safe to return.
Tekken had arrived a couple of days after Tekki was rescued, going through the permanent portal Suzuki had created between the Otherworld and Suzaku. The tall, proud Bobcat Lord had wept openly, cradling his unresponsive son in his arms, rocking him slowly.
There didn't seem to be anything anyone could do.
Kenru insisted on sleeping with Tekki, holding her mate tightly, trying to surround him with as much love as possible. Her brave, strong Bobcat had been hurt so badly. She wanted to take away the pain, but she couldn't even reach him to begin. How would he ever heal?
Then one night, she felt his touch. His fingers pressed lightly against her back. Nothing more happened, but it was a start. It took three more weeks, but each day Tekki came back a little bit more, until finally he woke up.
His eyes were haunted and filled with fear. But at least they were no longer vacant. Kenru quietly told him that he was safe, that the human who had hurt him was dead, and so was Jodah. And she held him while he sobbed in her arms, all the pain flooding out of him.
Then she told him about the son she carried, his son, and his eyes lit with hope.
A celebration was being held at the Castle, and many from the Village had been invited. Tekken was also there. The residents of the Castle and the guests gathered in the great hall, waiting expectantly. All eyes turned to the stairs. Slowly, carefully, Tekki and Kenru made their way downstairs. When they reached the hall, everyone gathered around, to see the precious bundle in Kenru's arms: their son, Tekku. The boy had tufts of red-gold hair like his father and blue eyes like his mother. Tekken begged to hold his grandson and rocked him gently in his arms. Tekku smiled at his grandfather and reached for a lock of his long hair. Tekken moved out of his grasp just in time. Then Kauro held her first grandchild, followed by Kenshin.
During the celebration, Kouga and Kagome told everyone their own news. They were expecting their second child. Many congratulations followed their happy announcement.
Late that night, the Castle finally grew quiet, all sound asleep within its protective walls. Kouga and Kagome were wrapped in each other's arms and Tekki and Kenru slept with their son nestled between them. Only one person was awake.
The Princess stood on the balcony. Finally, Otherworld was at peace again. She breathed in the crisp night air and sighed. Sooner or later a new villain would rise and disturb its peace. She only hoped that it would be later rather than sooner. But for now, Otherworld lived in quiet harmony. Then she turned and walked inside, and stood there watching him.
When the maid told them about one of Jodah's phone conversations about a Demon with dog ears and long white hair, her heart had skipped a beat. If the things that had been done to Kouga and Tekki had been done to her InuYasha -- she refused to even harbor the thought! While Kouga was sexually naïve, he was not innocent. InuYasha was an innocent. He was open and simple, seeing life in its most fundamental state. And she never wanted him to lose that sweetness or that innocence.
Aara sat on the edge of the bed watching him sleep. She picked up a few strands of his long white hair, letting it slide through her fingers. Then, with a sigh of relief, she slid under the covers and snuggled into his arms. He stirred in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her, keeping her safe.
The Otherworld saga continues in the short stories entitled "The Waterfall" and in "Otherworld 3: Tala" And read more about Kenru and Tekki in "Darkness"