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Old Wounds Never Heal (Rogue and I)

A growl ripped through the air, possessive and lusty. She felt him, brushing against her and a tremor rippled through her. She wasn't going to be able to stand it if he was just going to pussyfoot around the act. Although, judging by just how hard he was, she didn't think he was going to be able to take it anymore than she could. She licked her lips, enjoying the attention he was lavishing on tender breasts. Her skin, everywhere he kissed everywhere he touched was on fire, she'd barely even noticed the song repeating in the background. She ground her teeth together, her hands pressed into his shoulder. "I can do that for you, if it's what you want..." She shoved him back into the couch, moving quickly behind him, straddling his hips with no effort at all.

She leaned over, damp nipples brushing across his chest. Her hair stretched down her back now, pieces falling over her shoulder and onto his chest. "This is what you want... right?" She questioned teasingly. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips before she spoke against them, "Say it, Shinji."
 
He hit the couch with a soft grunt, his cock bouncing and rising back up as soon as it could. Seeing that dark skinned goddess slide on top of him made him shudder in pleasure, even more so when he felt her hover over him, those sensitive buds brushing over his chest made him open his eyes, staring right back at those sensual lavender irises. Was there even a way for him to say it without sounding like he craved it? He needed it more than he wanted to breathe right now?

"Fuck me raw," He finally challenged, hands firm on her hips.
 
She stared down at him with those lavender eyes. A hungriness latent in them, the likes of which he would never know. It was almost as if her gaze alone could devour him whole. And once she'd heard what she had wanted to hear, she brushed her fingertips across the aching shaft, guiding it where it needed to go before sitting up straight and letting her body descend his length until their hips connected. Her hips nearly trembled in his grasp, and a shuddering breath riddled her hips, causing her chest to heave. One hand gripped the back of the couch, the older hand running through her hair, holding it at the back of her head.

She gazed down at him before finally, she began shifting. Her hips rolled slowly as she guided herself to ascend and descend. She was just... enjoying him. Enjoying the feeling. She felt her eyes fluttering closed as he met her depths again. She had wanted this feeling, desperately all day. She settled, still for a minute before looking down at him. She wanted to watch him, watch how he reacted to her.
 
He moaned in pleasure when he felt her silken depths sheath around him, his fingers pressing deeper against her skin as he let out a soft grunt of pleasure. He had never felt anything so..so...complete in his life, nothing but pure, horrible, delicious heat traveled through him as his eyes settled closed, hips surprisingly able to lift her with him when they finally arched with a low moan. "Oh, fuck.." He cursed in pleasure, her pace was torturous, amazing..but just so cruel.

The pleasure was constant, nothing but pleasure was awash across his face. And she just started moving a little bit ago...oh, he hoped this wasn't the only time.
 
Bless his heart, he looked so tortured, however the fact that he was enjoying it took no rocket scientist to know. She licked her lips, groaning softly as he seemed to lift her into the air with his hips. Her hips bore down on him before she started moving, quicker now. Rocking into him, she remained erect. The depth, sheer depth it offered alone was maddening. Her hips rolled in his grasp anytime she decided to bounce against him, however, it was apparent she was growing impatient.

With a single, smooth moan, she began to crash into him in a manner that couldn't be described as anything but animalistic. Her abdomen shifted, rolling each time she gyrated against him. Perfect dark breasts bounced with every move she made, her fingers curling into the fabric of the couch, threatening to rip the fabric. "God..." She purred, her hand sliding from her hair and sliding along her neck until it stopped at her collarbone, never ceasing her feral onslaught.
 
"Fuck!" He hissed, the pleasure was amazing and the force she came down on his hips was nothing short of utterly, and agonizingly painful . His breath was almost a wheeze every time she came down, so he simply grit his teeth and rammed his hips back upward in an almost challenging manner. Hah! The hell if he'd be beaten! She was going to be in as much pain in the morning as he would be!
 
If it had been painful, she hadn't noticed. Her fingernails were curling into her own skin, drawing a small amount of blood to the surface before the wound closed. Hearing him cry out as he did had sent shivers of pleasure rippling along her spine. And, he was pushing up against her as she crashed against him. Challenging her. Practically impaling her. And it was absolutely... intoxicating. She allowed lavender eyes to pinch closed before she let her head fall back completely, allowing a wail of pleasure to rip through the noises.

The sound of bodies slapping together resonated in the room, deafening her. Oh, this would happen again. And again. And again.
 
He was hoping that was a good noise as he rammed into her faster, sure..he was going to regret it in the morning. But the pleasure made him cry out in satisfaction as he just kept up his rapid, brutal pace right back in return. Oh god, this hurt so bad but the pleasure was so worth it, Kenji was going to be feeling this for weeks..and he was probably going to remember the orgasm that went with it.
 
She curled her fingers further into the couch, her teeth bared, gritted as he dragged her closer and closer to a climax that she had been longing for all day. Her chest was heaving, quick pants rushing passed her lips as it did so. Muscles jumped beneath her abdomen, and a sensation began to climb up her spine, like a glass being filled. "Shinji..." It was a breathless moan, a warning. Her strides deepened and slowed a bit before he could feel pulsating walls clamping down around his shaft. The sensation exploded at her core and she raked her nails along her own body before she pressed her hand into his abdomen and leaned forward.

The orgasm that was currently tearing through her was monstrous, and she tried to pace herself. Whining moans, gaining volume before finally, a pleasured scream ripped through all of the noise.
 
Shinji couldn't really hear her, or...really feel anything but the sweet, delicious suction of her muscles stroking and sliding along his member was enough to remember to keep his hips going. Even when her hips slowed, his only did because of the pure pressure around his dick that made him groan, his hands found his way to her firm rear and he held on for dear life as he moaned his orgasm only a few moments later.

He saw nothing but white as his back arched with a breathless gasp, his vision swam with spots as he slumped down with a heavy wheeze. The pleasure was throbbing in tune with the horrifying amounts of soreness he felt.

But god, did he feel amazing..
 
Sensations seemed to pulse through her in every direction, through every pore and her body shivered, almost violently, in the heat of it. She exhaled, and as his grip seemed to latch onto her rump, she fell forward her hand slipping from the back of the couch and his abdomen to rest on either side of his head. Lavender eyes finally opened and watched him, feeling him arch into her. She pressed into him, feeling him unloading.

And finally, he seemed to relax. She studied everything about him now that he wasn't moving and she wasn't aching. And, after a minute or so of that, she shifted and let him fall free of her depths. She tugged her robe closed and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips meaning to bring him back to the reality of things.

"You should wash up, now..." She mused, heading into the bathroom herself.
 
He had only a moment to truly enjoy the closeness, the feeling of her body against his. The way she looked at him was...well, honestly. It was hardly surprising, and it felt entirely one sided in it's actual satisfaction, but he really knew it would be besides. Even so, he slipped his hands away as he rose up with a soft grunt, already feeling the soreness in his muscles..and sure enough, he felt a chill crawl down his spine. That horrible, horrendous chill that reminded him of pure unadulterated evil . And evil stared right back with those blood red eyes and a playful smile.

"Hi Shinji," She said cheerfully, she'd behave!

"...Hello Yura," He mumbled.

"Still hairy, I see." Her noise scrunched at that, like a displeased kitten who had found what had taken it's catnip.

"Still annoying, I see." Shinji rose up idly as her eyes trailed down his body, and they were possibly complimentary before she settled on that bush just above his manhood. Her face twisted yet again and he sighed, scratching at his neck. Well, at least the sex was good.
 
Kestrel stopped by the girl, listening to their banter. She reached out, gripping the young Oni's chin to avert her gaze. "Play nice." She spoke, leaning forward for another soft kiss. "We had a deal..." Kestrel's hand fell, brushing across soft, breasts and a bare abdomen before finally making her way through the door of the bathroom to shower. She turned on the water and sighed, letting the heat wash over her hand before discarding the robe. She stepped into the water, letting it wash over her, wash all of her passion away. Her mind trailed here and there as streams of water formed along various areas of her body, the harsh water already beating against her breasts like thousands of tiny needles. It felt... nice.
 
Yura mewled gently at her loving kiss, biting her lip as her hand brushed past. "I was!" She insisted childishly, but it was on deaf ears as Kestrel was already towards the shower. Oh, sweet mother of god..Shinji had never thought that Yura could give him anything resembling a boner. But here he was, having a painful half erection as he trudged into the bathroom to clean up. Wow..so this is what the luxury places looked like.

He..honestly felt awkward asking, as he tapped lightly against the stall, even the showers were big. He was admittedly jealous, and he really didn't want to ruin her serene moment of peace. But he did kind of need a shower, rather bad.

"...Hey?" He said idly. "Can I..join you?" He had never seen her so calm, it was both..alluring and frightening.
 
She heard the tapping, glancing over. Her lavender gaze was far different then he would have remembered. Something, perhaps far less intimidating, but akin to Sesshoumaru's own callous eyes. A smile tugged at her lips. "By all means..." She answered, shifting to give him room to climb in which honestly wasn't much moving to do, being as the shower itself was so massive.

When he made his way in, she pressed a hand to his chest, sliding the damp skin to the back of his neck before leaning forward. She kissed the joint of his jaw before she mused to him. "Was that not enough...?" She questioned, obviously drawing attention to the still erect member seemingly reaching for her or anything else that would humor it.
 
Whoa.

He felt her hand as soon as it touched his skin, making him stiffen quite literally in pleasure..and soon enough..he was erect and feeling every single urge yet again. "W...Well yes.." He breathed, eyes closing . "..I was just..caught a little off guard..you and Yura.." And possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen since he started working for Lord Sesshoumaru. What was with her? She was..sultry, confident..every bit seductive and he loved every moment.

Shame it wasn't really for him, but he wasn't going to complain.
 
The smile very quickly shifted into a grin. Fingers shifted into his hair, running through them once or twice before she put a bit of distance between them. She leaned her head back into the water, though it didn't really need to be washed. She ran her fingers through it before speaking. "Well, do you need help with that or are you just going to suffer through it?" She questioned quite casually. She finally lifted her head and moved away from the water and motioning for him to have at it.

"In the case that you do decide you want a little attention, you'll have to tell me. I'm terrible with hints..." She mused.
 
"...Do..you want to help me with it?" He asked in genuine surprise. Now he was a little confused, or were Daiiyoukai just horny creatures? His only basis was Sesshoumaru and that..probably wasn't a good basis for emotional capacity. He figured he'd be done once and that was it, maybe he was assuming far too much? Maybe he was just thinking too much in general when there was a naked goddess in front of him?

Probably that one.
 
Her lips parted, slightly and her head craned upwards for a moment before she advanced on him. She leaned forward, pressing silken damp lips against his and pulling away, speaking. "You'll have to be more confident then that. Are you sure, or unsure that you want my help?" She questioned, again. She didn't necessarily mind that she made him so skiddish. In fact, she rather loved it.

She curled her arm around his neck, pushing the pair of bodies together while she awaited his response.
 
"..Oh god, please.." He breathed, he had no idea what kind of spell he was under with her. But he was not complaining when he felt his body meld with hers yet again, his hands shyly slipping to her tight hips. He was trying to actually have some focus and control, but the last little..display made it rather hard to do. There was also a different satisfaction in seeing Yura all but roll over like a pleased kitten to Kestrel's touches.

...Kind of like he was doing now?
 
She smirked against his lips, feeling the breath of his words rolling along hers. She could humor him again, for tonight. But she'd be going to bed soon, after all, she did have to work tomorrow. She kissed him again, slowly, pressing her hips forward. After a few moments of lavishing attention on him, she nipped softly at his damp lower lip. "Do I cloud your mind...?" She questioned.

Of course, she knew the answer to that, could tell on his body language, the way he seemed to plead for her attention. It felt good, honestly.
 
"That's...one word I'd use.." He groaned, breath hot on her lips as his eyes fluttered closed at the sweet feeling of her hips against his dick. Her voice was husky, erotic..like the sweetest tune that made his ears burn and his body respond like a marionette on strings. Part of him thought it was pathetic, another was telling it to shut the fuck up and let him enjoy it. He was liking that part more at the moment, the part that kept him between her ebony legs.

Shit...if this was his pay raise, consider him never asking for it ever again.
 
She chuckled, highly amused by him. But, she could already tell that she was going to want him around a lot more often. She rather enjoyed his attention. However... bodily it may be. She shifted them until she felt her back press into the wall behind her. She pulled him into her, arching her back softly to press into him. If it was relief he wanted, since he had indulged in her, she supposed that she at least owed him that. "Take me, then..." She purred towards him.

She didn't suppose this was such a bad alternative. He seemed enamored with her.
 
Shinji didn't really remember much after plunging between her legs in the shower, in fact..he..wasn't quite sure he remembered anything but Kestrel . He didn't really remember going home, but he redeemed the wonderful, blissful sleep that followed. He honestly didn't think he had slept that good in months, even better? When he felt his eyes open..he was assaulted to the wonderful smell of bacon.

When he turned his head, he instantly regretted it..because every single muscle in his body was screaming for relief that he did not have at the moment. But the soft, musical hum covered with the playful sway of a bare rump in the kitchen made up for it. Yura was incredibly cheerful anyway, but she had that sort of... glow about her that made Shinji chuckle a little as he finally got up with a light grit of his teeth.

"Good morning, Shinji!" Yura said happily. Oh yeah, she got laid..she got laid very well. "I took the liberty of getting you a fresh set of clothes."

"..Thanks," He mumbled, happy to put on some boxers and fatigues as his stomach growled heavily to the delicious feast. He could smell rice, too..but the bacon? Oh, too many years overseas made him crave it. Bacon, Eggs, Rice..a weird combination but he wanted all of that and more..and Yura was certainly providing a more traditional breakfast..besides bacon. He loved bacon..almost as much as he was loving the sight of Yura looking like she had just came from heaven itself.

..What a weird night he had..
 
After an entire night of Kestrel paying attention to those who seemed to adore her, she fell into a very restful sleep. She was still bundled up beneath the covers as the smell of breakfast seemed to assault all of her senses. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head before yawning. That stretch felt almost as good as the sex had. Almost. She swung off the white comforter and sat up, nude of course. She spent the next ten or so minutes dressing, in undergarments at least, before she made her way out of the bedroom that she had shared with her new 'room mate' last night, and into the kitchen.

Shinji was awake, she could see as she glanced over towards the couch where she could see him standing and dressing in the clothes that she assumed Yura had fetched for him. Bacon was indeed an odd sight to see, but admittedly, Kestrel didn't mind it at all. She made her way towards the stove and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to the woman's shoulder. "You two seem like you slept well. She mused, making her way into the bathroom where she put up her hair and slid a robe over the white boy shorts and push-up bra.

And in this very sense, it was clear that the Daiyoukai certainly regarded herself as some kind of royalty, even if Sesshoumaru did not follow the same train of thought. She made her way back into the kitchen and sat down at the table, crossing her legs as she waited for the breakfast to be done
 
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