Vara and the Red Dragon
[timeline: unknown] Chapter 2
Each morning, Vara had her breakfast with Chichiri. The monk had become her advisor and close friend. He would apprise her of the happenings of the country and tell her the suggestions of her advisors. He would also make suggestions of his own. The monk was always upbeat and his mood was infectious. Vara listened to him, his voice fading in and out of her thoughts. She never paid attention -- all this was boring and she always did whatever he suggested anyway. Chichiri was very astute, with innate knowledge of his country, and would have made a much better ruler than she.
The morning wore on and finally she was finished, giving her approval to several plans for rebuilding the country. Suzaku had lost much farmland when the army of Seiryuu marched on the capital, and the former countries of Byakko and Genbu were depleted of manpower, most of their men killed in the war. Seiryuu itself was a ruin. Its capital city had been obliterated. No one was sure how it had happened, except that it was during the battle between her father, Vash, and the demon who caused the war, Naraku. Both had died, along with her twin sister, and a ten-mile circle of destruction was all that remained of both the mountain and the capital city.
Vara took advantage of the free time and the warm weather, and ordered lunch to be served in the garden under a gazebo that overlooked the lake. It had become her favorite spot. Since the weather had warmed considerably since this morning, she changed from her heavy velvets to a pale green silk. During her meal, Tekken and another young male, who looked very much like him, interrupted her. Another of his sons!
The Bobcat lord introduced her to his son, this one named Tennu, half Bobcat and half Wind Demon. Tennu looked young but since demons age so slowly, it was impossible to guess his real age and he might be hundreds of years old. He had white hair like his mother and golden eyes like his father. Vara soon realized that Tekken was offering his son as one of her males. She sighed. She tried to be gracious and not offend, and still get the point across that she was not interested in taking a third male. At least not for a long while.
Tennu got the hint and bowed politely, leaving his father standing there, looking perplexed. Tekken took a seat uninvited, and stared at her, trying to figure her out. Why didn't the girl like his son? Tennu was very powerful, with both Bobcat strength and Wind powers, and he was very handsome. Vara tried to ignore the demon lord staring at her and continued with her meal. But she could feel her face growing hot and knew that she was beginning to blush. Damn it! Tekken always unnerved her.
Every day over the next week, Tekken brought a different son to her. Vara sighed, and rejected them one by one. How many sons did the Bobcat have? Her only hope was that eventually he would run out of sons and leave her in peace.
Each afternoon, at dusk, Vara would go to Kyo's room to watch over him for a short while. This afternoon she arrived as Mitsukake was leaving and she asked him about Kyo. The healer told her that he was improving very slowly and that he wasn't sure if the wounds would ever disappear completely; Kyo might carry those scars forever. Vara thanked him and went inside. Kyo was barely awake, and the drugs that Mitsukake had given him were quickly putting him back into a restful, pain-free sleep. Vara sat next to him. He murmured restlessly, and she caught the word "water." She poured a cup of fresh water from the earthenware jar on his nightstand and propped his head up with pillows and slowly gave him water. A lot dribbled down his chin, but most of it went in. By the time she wiped off his face and neck, he was sound asleep. Vara bent and kissed his forehead. "Get well, my love," she whispered.
As she left his room, she encountered his nurse, rushing toward the door. "Is something wrong?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I met the Demon Lord, Lord Tekken, on my way here and he just growled at me, walked into his room and slammed the door. He never acts like that! And he didn't look good. Like he was sick or something."
"I will see what is the matter with him. You stay with Lord Kyo." The nurse bowed and went into Kyo's room. Vara straightened her shoulders and went to Tekken's room. That certainly didn't sound like the Bobcat Demon. Tekken flirted with every female he met, young or old, pretty or not. Flirting was second nature to him. She knocked quietly on his door and received no answer. Knocking louder, she called through the door. Still no answer. Finally she cracked the door open to see if Tekken was even in his room. She could see him curled on his bed, his back to the door. Vara walked into the room, now really worried about him, and closed the door behind her.
"Tekken?" She inquired going towards him.
"Please go away," he said, his voice was ragged and far from its usual melodic tone.
"Are you ill?"
"Go away!"
She stopped, debating what to do. If he was sick, she needed to help him and if someone had made him angry, she needed to mediate the problem. She continued towards him, reached the bed and lightly touched his shoulder. He twisted his neck so he could look at her. The nurse was right! Tekken did not look well at all. Beads of perspiration were on his forehead and his eyes were dull.
"Please leave me alone," he whispered.
"No, you are ill. Let me help you."
"You can't!" He turned away from her, drawing his knees up into almost a fetal position.
Vara went into the bathroom to wet a cloth and returned, sitting next to him and pulled him over onto his back. She wiped his face with the cool cloth and he gave a little groan. "I am going to call Mitsukake."
"Please don't; he can't help." Tekken begged.
Vara stared into his eyes and suddenly saw the truth in them. His eyes were dilated and glazed. He was in heat! She knew well about heats, since both Tasuki and Kurama were victims of their raging hormones. When a male demon went into heat, their entire world becomes a matter of relieving their aching need. Males will take anyone to get that release - Tasuki's mother had been glamorized by Tekken during one of his heats. He had used her only that one night, over and over, and never saw her again. He didn't even know he had made a son until Tasuki was full grown and one of her mother's males. Bobcat Demons only took females, but Fox Demons, like Youko Kurama, will take males or females and have even been known to use a specialized plant created for that single purpose. At least that was the rumor; no one had actually seen this fabled plant.
"Oh, Tekken!" Vara exclaimed, knowing the anguish he was in. Ignoring his protests, she pulled down the covers and began to take off his clothes. His body was flushed and burning hot. His cheeks flushed even redder as Vara undressed him. She was used to taking care of males, and for a time, Kurama had been her male. Vara knew exactly what to do. When she pulled off his loose silk pants, she revealed a painfully erect penis. Tekken gave up protesting; if this beautiful Queen was going to help him, he was very grateful.
Vara sat on the bed and pulled him into her arms, so that he was sitting crosswise, his butt on the bed and his torso leaning across her front. Tekken buried his head in the crook of her neck, and closed his eyes. Vara curled her hand around his stiff penis and slowly stroked up and down, until he gave up his pre-ejaculate and then she used it to moisten his shaft. Now she could move faster without building up friction. He moaned in her ear, the heat coming off him in waves. Grabbing the cloth she had used before, she wrapped it around the head of his penis just in time. Creamy semen pumped out into the cloth, as he pressed against her. His whole body trembled with the force of his release. He was so close it had taken him no time as all to achieve that first release, but she knew that one time would not be enough. He would need to release over and over through the night to end his heat. Until he did, he would just stay in heat, in pain and misery.
Vara unwrapped the cloth, noting that he was still erect. She moved him onto the bed so that she could return to the bathroom and wash out the cloth. She looked around and found some hand lotion - that would have to do! Returning to the Bobcat, she brought him to her lap again. This time she coated him in lotion. If she didn't, by the time he finished in the morning, he would be raw.
Vara could see why the ladies liked him. Tekken was very handsome, his fair body very much like a cat's, soft skin with hard muscles just beneath the surface. Soft curls of golden hair with a hint of red curled around his shaft. His penis was normally pale as his body, its head a soft rose color, but now it was reddened by the blood pumped so near the surface. He was not small, but he wasn't huge either. Just right.
Over and over through the night, Vara helped him release, until finally he had no more left. Tekken lay there limp and exhausted, draped over the bed. His long hair was wet from hours of perspiring and his body glistened in dawn's first light. He was drifting to sleep. Vara went for a final time to the bathroom and moistened a clean cloth, returning to wash his damp body off. Tekken was sound asleep. She covered him with a light blanket and with a last look at him, left his room.