blondish.net

Shinju no Miko - Chapter 7

The chrysanthemum
Blooms and reveals white petals
Delicate beauty

“My lord, the honorable Shinju no miko and her companion, the Inu Youkai Daichi have arrived. What are your instructions?” an attendant announced.

“Give them room, food, proper court clothes and bath in the guest wing. Make sure their rooms are next to each other, as I believe the demon will want to keep his charge for close guarding. In the morning, they are invited to break their fast in my gardens since the weather has been pleasant. I wish to enjoy the last days of autumn as much as I can,” the Emperor Go-Mizunoo replied, and then returned back to his calligraphy.

‘It is rumored that the Shinju no miko is not pure, and even more so, is beautiful. However, she covers herself. Why does she do such a thing? I must see for myself. I am hesitant to allow her possession of the pearls within this palace, so I will have to make sure she is not a fraud.’

The majority of his vassals had suggested this and he could not ignore their wishes. With the civil unrest and crooked daimyo popping up around the country, he had to try to please the popular opinion.

He was no warrior, but left most of his command to the Tokugawa shogun. He was left to be a figurehead as Kyoto was no longer the capital. That had been moved east to Edo. The Tokugawa Shogunate helped keep the emperor’s image at a respectable level. Most of his focus had been the civil skirmishes, but when he had heard about the apparent Shinju no Miko, he wanted to find the woman and use the shinju itself to wipe out youkai. Most ningen were terrified of demons and had come to the emperor to ask aid in ridding all Nippon of them. His word alone could not carry out any command as that too had to be brought to the shogun’s attention. He did not given in as many high level youkai lived respectably as allies to the Chrysanthemum Throne. When he had heard that the Shinju no Miko willingly allowed a demon to accompany her, he knew he had to meet her.

‘Maybe she can enlighten me in regards to the youkai population? This country has been in chaos over the matter far too long.’

The emperor had never personally experienced violence between human and demon, but had heard many reports brought in daily by his vassals. It was daunting and in the end, difficult to make a decision considering he own bloodline claimed ancestry back to the goddess Ameratsu.

Shinju and Daichi waited for the court liaison to come back after announcing their arrival. Hoshi had bid his farewell when the group had arrived in the imperial capital. Hoshi had turned them over to the imperial guards who rushed them immediately to the palace. The palace was large and every piece of furniture or artwork was impeccable. Shinju had never seen such fineries and found that she was content with what little she owned. She was a little nervous about being in the emperor’s presence, but not intimidated. After her own hardships, very little seemed to phase her anymore.

“The emperor has deigned that you and your companion are to have accommodations daidairi. You will dine in your rooms tonight, but are expected to bathe and properly dress to see the emperor for the morning meal in his gardens. Come with me,” the liaison beckoned, drawing Shinju out of her thoughts.

Daichi kept on guard knowing that Shinju was curiously about the palace. He assumed that the village she came from was not large, so even the headman’s home or the local daimyo did not have even a portion of extravagance like the Kyoto Gosho.

The hisashi they were lead through was only wide enough to fit two and a half people, but contained some paintings that Daichi recognized from the Tosa school. At the opening of the daidairi, a woman awaited, bowed at the waist.

“This is Ayumi, your servant for your stay. Ask her anything within reason and it shall be done. If you have problems, you may call upon me. Watashi no Hiraku,” the man bowed, and then hastily departed.

“Right this way Miko- sama and Youkai- sama,” the servant said, and then led them to their rooms.

Each room was simple, just a futon, some blankets, a few sets of clothing, and a few decorations to make the place more homely. Daichi’s room was next to Shinju with a door for him to access the room. Ayumi explained, “The emperor assumed that you, Youkai- sama are protector to Miko- sama and should be placed next to her. The bath is down the hall. Simply call for me, and I will fill the bath and heat the water.”

“I wish for a bath immediately,” Shinju said abruptly, startling the servant. “Gomen, I cannot stand being dirty. If you can, please have a bath ready soon. I prefer to be clean before I eat my evening meal.”

“Very well. And you, Youkai- sama?” Ayumi asked, her brown eyes cast downward in submission and respect.

Daichi replied, “Perhaps a bath later. I wish to relax a bit. My Lady Shinju’s needs come first. That is why I am here.”

Ayumi smiled and answered, “Of course. That is kind of you.”

Shinju walked into her room, freshly dressed in a simple black yukata, courtesy of Ayumi’s careful observations on Shinju’s chosen colors for her attire. She could smell the food, and blushed as her stomach growled, eager to consume it. What she did not expect upon entering was that Daichi was sitting by a table set for two. Instead of questioning, she simply kneeled and awaited Ayumi to serve them.

“I set a table here for both of you as I assumed that you would like to eat with your companion. I find it dreadfully boring to eat alone, do you not?” Ayumi asked, and then poured warm sake for the both of them.

“It is fine. I feel the same. I just did not expect it since we have been given separate rooms,” Shinju replied.

“No, it is not customary to allow guests to dine in their room, but the emperor stated that you could dine in your rooms this evening. I tend to take his orders literally,” Ayumi replied with a smile.

Daichi chuckled and then turned the cup of warm sake a quarter turn before picking it up and drinking from it.

“I will tell the emperor you have done an excellent job,” Daichi commented, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched Shinju try hard not to stuff her face in front of the imperial servant.

Shinju was usually fastidious, but when it came to food, if she was famished. To Daichi’s own observation, it was recommended to be careful about approaching the food with any body parts extended. She could look dainty and clean about eating, but voracious in an elegant way while devouring a feast. He thought it was one of the most endearing qualities about her.

‘She does not waste the food. Of course, she needs every bit of it to keep her energy high.’

Shinju looked up, noodles hanging from her chopsticks, and noticed him eyeballing her eating habits.

“What?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.

“So eager to eat, are we?” the demon teased.

“I am hungry, Daichi. The past few weeks I have not eaten well. No offense to his Highness, but if he is going to feed me a feast, then I will eat it all. Better hurry and get your share. I know you sometimes eat ningen food. Might as well dig in to hold you until the next time you can hunt,” Shinju half whined, half smiled, and then returned to diligently eating.

Ayumi brought in a few trays and left the two to eat and talk.

As the evening progressed, Shinju found herself a bit tipsy. Ayumi conveniently showed up when their cups became empty. She was not much of a drinker, but soon the large quantity of food she had earlier consumed could not soak up what she drank in alcohol. They had moved from the main part of the room to the shoji that opened to the gardens. Ayumi had recommended the splendid vista, as it was customary for the imperial servants to make sure the guests viewed the beautiful wonders that the palace held.

Daichi was unaffected by the alcohol and had not really taken much notice to Shinju’s state until he noticed the blush on her cheeks and the daze in her eyes. He did notice all her other attributes. Without the hood, the armor, the manly attire and the weapons, she was breathtaking.

She even seemed quite content. Daichi gathered that it was because she was both clean and full of food. During thei journey through the wilderness, some days they could not find adequate sustenance. If they could not find food, Shinju often insisted on bathing at least once a day. Never in his long life had he encountered a human as she as his companion.

‘She should have been born a youkai.’

“You are intoxicated,” Daichi stated out loud, amused after his realization.

Shinju turned her head to face him and smiled demurely, “Perhaps I am, or perhaps I am just intoxicating to look at? I may not have been looking directly, but my dear inu, you have been staring at me.”

Daichi could have blushed at the statement if it had been centuries ago when he was just a pup. He had not thought her clever enough to catch him.

‘Maybe my senses are a bit distorted, but I do not feel a bit off kilter. Hn.’

Shinju rose from her place and carefully walked towards him. After a couple steps, she stumbled and Daichi found himself aiding her from a nasty spill. Shinju gasped as she looked up at her savior, and then boldly reached up and snagged Daichi’s head down to taste his lips. Daichi’s mind went blank as he found his own lips touching Shinju’s own. Shinju grinned into the kiss. It had been months since the last time she had been intimate with anyone and she had hoped Daichi’s advances from the other day were no farce.

Shinju liked to think of herself as a person with much control. Many men and women alike had been in as dire experiences, but had not survived. When she had heard from Taro’s own lips that he was betrothed, her heart had broken into so many people that she had felt she could never put it back together. She had thought that there would be no other after him. She had almost sworn off men, and now that it came to her mind as she kissed Daichi, she almost laughed.

‘A sullied priestess becoming celibate is funny. My ancestors would surely laugh at me. After all, we have never followed normal traditions and have always gone by purity being of the mind, not the body.‘

Daichi willingly traveled with her. She thought that perhaps he had some alternative motive in the beginning, but that was not the case. He conversed with her and made her solitude seem much brighter. He had appeared mysteriously in a time she was injured and alone, and decided to accompany her on her travels. She had never thought him annoying or ever wanted him gone. She was always pleasant, even in the brief moments that she caught him brooding over the past. She knew he had existed for centuries, possibly even millennia, and had much to think about from time to time. She realized then and there in remembering how she would watch him in silence that she began to have fond feelings no matter the stoicism she exuded most of the time.

‘Perhaps he was lonely like me. We are kindred spirits that have found each other.’

Daichi groaned. Her kiss shocked him, but in no way displeased him. He encouraged her to open her sweet mouth to him by nipping the bottom. The nip elicited a gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in to taste her more. He could feel Shinju falter in balance and tightened his hold slightly to support her. The kiss ended too soon for Daichi, but they found themselves eye-to-eye, golden amber to blue. Daichi growled approvingly and flicked his eyes to her delightfully bruised lips again before partaking of them with his own. It had been a long time since he bedded any female and the one in his arms had found her way into his heart.

Shinju sighed contently as his lips slid across hers. He felt an overwhelming warmth in his chest.

‘Is this love?’ he wondered to himself.

This kiss was more fervent as she opened her mouth to welcome his eager tongue. He groaned as their tongues clashed and danced and he could not remember a kiss in his immortal life that was better. He did not want to compare. She was more than anything he had ever wanted.

He then dragged one claw down upon her yukata, effectively ripping it without breaking contact with her succulent lips. He helped her shrug out of the now useless item of clothing and the material immediately pooled on the floor.

He had to touch her. He had to possess her.

Though the door to her room opened widely to the gardens, no one was about. Daichi pulled away to look at Shinju and marveled how the moon brought out the bluish tint in her hair before his eyes perused downward. Without the hindrances of breast binding, or any bandages or bruises or wounds, she was perfect in his eyes. A few scars attested to her courage and her proportionate body was pleasing to him.

Her skin was bronzed from the times Shinju insisted on sunbathing during the time they rested on their way to the Imperial Palace. With passion, her skin was flushed, making her look more ethereal.

She could not find herself to blush under his heated honeyed gaze. She saw his eyes tinge with red before turning back to amber, and then felt him kiss her jaw line, following it to her ear. She shivered as he nipped at her delicate ears and could feel her body becoming warm under his lips.

“Daichiiiii,” she sighed as he switched from giving her sensitive ears attention to her neck.

Daichi smirked against her throat, languidly licking her collarbone to trail a path to her pert breasts. Before devouring them, he weighed them in his hand. They were slightly larger than what he could palm. He placed a knee between her legs, settling it against her core, feeling her juices. He groaned, again reminding himself that it had been a long time since he had bedded anyone.

Shinju arched her back, feeling her demon lover’s mouth on her nipples, playing with the already hard peaks. Each time his tongue twirled over it, she could feel herself becoming wetter. It was a new feeling and she loved it.

‘The way he makes me feel is unbelievable,’ she smiled as a tear leaked out, showing that her happiness could not be contained just within.

The amorous dark haired inu youkai moved down to her core, nipping her stomach along the way. Her smell made him growl contently as he stuck his tongue out to taste her sweetness. As his tongue touched her, he felt Shinju’s hips rise off the floor, so he placed his hands on both sides to hold her down.

He nipped and licked at her little nub before sticking his tongue into her core. She was ready for him, but he wanted to taste her juices before taking her for the first time. It would help him penetrate her better as he knew he was quite large for even an inu youkai.

Shinju cried out, “Ahhhh, Daaiiichiiiii!”

She could feel his tongue and his fangs as he nipped and licked out her. She panted and gripped at the bed, the intensity of the pleasure too much as her. She could feel herself building up like a spring before letting loose. When it came unbearable, she felt her walls quaking with pleasure as she came.

Daichi smirked once again, lapping her juices up, his pride swelling as he brought his miko to her climax.

‘Quite responsive to this Daichi’s ministrations,’ he smirked before flipping her over.

“I am sure you are familiar with this position, so I will take you in tradition of our kind,” he explained, hinting to her past experience, while helping her place her hands and knees so he could mount her properly.

Shinju was still shaking from her orgasm, but let him manipulate her body into the position he desired.

‘Figures, doggie style,’ she thought wryly, but then smiled.

The pure sight of her supple ass sticking up made his eyes turn fully red. Just knowing that she was his, made his beast roar with pride. He could not hold his beast back and grabbed her hips roughly. He rubbed his erect dick against her dripping folds before pushing in slowly.

‘Soooo tiiight!’ he thought, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes as he felt her walls snug around him.

He felt some resistance and was surprised considering he knew that his little miko had been with another demon before, but then thought maybe it had to do with her immortality and her own youth, making her feel so tight and virginal. His beast again roared with happiness that his bitch was being so responsive. He gripped her hips and pulled back slightly before sliding a bit rougher through until he was all the way to the hilt.

Shinju did not feel pain as she had always thought for her first time in months. She had always heard stories from other girls, but conflicting ones from others about their first time and even when she had been with Taro, she had never felt pain. Daichi was much larger in both length and girth than her former demon lover. Shinju was not in pain, but the feeling at first was uncomfortable. She relaxed, allowing herself to accommodate to her lover. Shinju could feel him fully seated within her and she pushed her hips back toward him, eliciting a moan from her demon lover. She closed her eyes with the new sensation. It was even better than when Daichi had given her oral sex.

Daichi snarled before pulling out and pushing in again. It was not out of anger, but from the sheer feeling of the wet friction between him and Shinju. As he began to make his own rhythm, he pulled her hips snug against his own, his cock deep with her core.

His eyes unfocused and bright with red, were covered underneath his onyx bangs as he increased his rhythm.

“Soooo tiiight!” he groaned.

Shinju moaned out, feeling him increase his speed, his balls, slapping the backs of her thighs. He was pushing in so deep that she had lost balance on her arms and fell face first into the floor. Daichi continued to pound into her despite the slight change in position as his large hands still held her hips firmly in place.

Daichi could feel himself tightening before his own releasing and reached his right hand around to brush against her clit and then tweak her nub to bring Shinju along with him. He could feel that she was close as well, her power already pouring out to meet his own. It was natural for two mating entities of magic to release their powers during the ritual, as like sex, it was a transfer of their powers. His would combine with hers and vice versa. As Shinju’s walls clenched him and palpitated, milking him of his essence, he leaned forward and drove his fangs on the left side of her neck, marking her as his, the final and eternal sign of their commitment. It was not something he had planned on doing, but he knew she was worth it.

As for Shinju, when she had felt his long talented fingers stroking and tweaking her clit. It had been the catalyst that set her off into her own erotic nirvana. There had been no words to describe the intensity other than how complete she felt. She could feel him within her cumming and his youki combining with her reiyouki. She could feel her vision blur white as her own ki surged to combine his power.

Dachi withdrew from her once his member became flaccid again and turned her over.

Shinju reached up with shock and felt his mark.

‘He marked me!’

She looked into his golden eyes with confusion, and asked, “Why did you mark me?”

“I told you of my interest, koi. If you do not return the sentiment, simply do not mark me in return. The mark would fade and my suit denied. I am a patient youkai, but please consider this,” Daichi answered honestly, and then dipped down to kiss her on her forehead before kissing her lips once more.

“But I cannot bear you any offspring?” Shinju said sadly.

“Then I will live with that. We will live a long time together and still look for all the shinju of Rinjin’s bracelet. I will protect you and you will never be alone,” he replied, lovingly stroking her raven locks.

She smiled and hugged him to her, before teasingly asking, “No betrothals to a high class demoness or perhaps concubines?”

Daichi scoffed, and then nuzzled her.

“I have no taste in sharing the bed of my mate with another. I admit to having past lovers, but none were mate or of any status in my eyes. I assume your past demon lover had been betrothed as perceived by your question,” Daichi replied softly.

Shinju nodded and then Daichi scooped her up and rose to carry her to the futon as the floor was no place to sleep for the night.

To Chapter 8 | Story Main