The Taisho fire

On the mend

His weight upon her back, his skin sliding against hers, his hands playing with her curves. Gwen was in heaven, curtained by silky strands, so soft it felt like angel's wings. Tōga's breath curled at her ear, tongue lapping at her neck, lips suckling upon pale skin. They danced in bed, movements unhurried, sensually slow, languid, almost lazy.

It was such a privilege to feel his large frame shudder around her, suppressed groans in her ear, to feel his muscles ripple and shiver. Gwen gasped, the pressure of his desire hot and thick in the confines of her womb. Tōga's body shifted as his hand snaked down her belly, caressing that pulsating flesh that begged for his touch. His hips slowly dragged his manhood even deeper, rocking against her thighs.

Controlled moves further enhanced by the power of his frame as he crushed her against the mattress. Gwen's hand flew over her head, trapping his nape, fisting in his hair. She held fast, the contact the only thing keeping her sane as pleasure rippled in the confines of her hot channel, curling around her spine. Lazy became powerful, the buildup so intense that she shuddered, completely lost in the blanket of Tōga's embrace.

The young woman couldn't repress a whimper when she felt him lose himself with a groan. She clamped her insides around him tightly as he rode his release, broken gasps uttered in the juncture of her neck. His spasming body rammed into hers deeply. Pleasure spiked, and her world turned white. Mouth open in a silent cry, Gwen arched sensually, her whole back undulating against his tight chest. The wave of ecstasy swept her away, like a seashell swallowed by the ocean, never to be found again. A strong thrust responded to her quivering body, his desire buried within her.

Eventually, Tōga's body stilled above her in a hot, sensual cage. Panting, Gwen took a deep breath and looked for the closest thing to kiss. Her lips found a sweaty biceps and lingered there. She closed her eyes in bliss, for a moment, relishing in the closeness of his skin. It had been so long... too long.

When Tōga retreated carefully, Gwen turned to assess his state.

"Does anything hurt ?" she asked.

His golden eyes squinted as he thoroughly assessed the state of his injured appendages; he knew better than to lie to her.

"Nothing more than usual," he shrugged.

Gwen gave him a wry smile; she hated as much as he did to see him struggling with physical therapy. Yet, the progress had allowed him to enjoy a reunion, even though their lovemaking had remained pretty gentle. He had missed the feel of her, to own her body so completely that she would surrender to his ministrations. And given the red hue plastered upon her cheeks and the satisfied flicker that danced in her eyes, he had done well enough... for a cripple.

"Good," Gwen concluded, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together. "Now we're going somewhere."

"Are we, really ?"

And even with the sight, his little lady didn't seem to understand what he really meant. So he lowered his body beside hers. Now that lust was out of the way, he needed to define the future. In a month or so, he would be back at full capacity. Perhaps more, if Sesshōmaru was willing to train him. But it would never be enough compared to a full-blooded yōkai, or even a hanyō. Doomed to be forever weaker than past enemies.

"Staying by my side puts you in danger, Gwen."

An irrefutable fact that, coupled to his injuries, shed a dark veil upon the joy of finding his long-lost family. In earnest, Tōga felt he had tumbled into a whole new word, and wondered if Gwen would still hold his hand when he slipped through the cracks of normality. Staying with him meant surrendering a piece of her freedom. Worse, danger would be lurking behind every shadow, and he didn't want her to suffer from it.