What's mine is yours, But what's mine is mine

Chapter 20: Black as ebony

Bustling sound could be heard outside.

The soldiers sent to raid the nearby villages had returned.

They brought news to their master. News that did not please the formidable man.

Outside a huge tent, soldiers gathered round campfires. The lower ranked ones cower in fear as they witness their superiors getting punished by their lord.

Another reflected shadow that could be seen outside as the heated lamps reflect on the owners inside, fell to the ground. Its owner now lifeless.

Their lord was unforgiving. He isn't one to give second chances.

The guy was evil. He's soul black. But all that wouldn't be much if his heart was otherwise.

But no. He just had to have it all.

He was a complete package.

"I have no need for you."

He struck down the guard. Stabbed him right through his heart. And twisted the knife.

No remorse whatsoever.

Indeed.

The man had a dark heart.

The woman lying idly at a corner; her furisode with a floral pattern, just like how she wanted all her robes to be, open at the chest, breast showed, her skirt pulled up to her thighs, revealing a luscious pair of legs, and a stylized yellow patterned obi sash tangled between them; watched the lord murder his men.

What taste for blood.

He dismissed his men. Well, what was left of his men.

He sat down beside her, grabbed a bottle of wine and poured on a glass.

He drank it in one gulp. He poured another. He was clearly pissed. And she found that amusing.

She kissed him, trying to get his attention.

But he seemed rather occupied.

"You didn't summon me here for this crap didn't you?"

"No." He said rather coldly.

"Then, let's not waste more precious time."

She pushed him down. Climbing on top of him. Riding him. Seducing. Beckoning.

She untied his yellow sash. She slid her hand in his blue haori. Caressing him. Soothing his raw nerves.

"I'll make you forget." The man laid there, impassive. Making her do all the job. "Even just for tonight."

She kissed him first. It didn't take long for him to return the favor. He held up a hand to her shoulders, tugging her furisode, baring her shoulders and then revealing more her full mounds. She straightened and undid her bun.

Her hair fell gracefully on her shoulders to just above her full breasts. It swayed together with her pair of bright green beaded earrings, bearing five beads each, as she moved atop him. The man beneath her pulled at her hair, drawing her close to him for another searing kiss.

They locked arms and drowned away in a hot, wild, passionate night of sex and libido.

Together they reached the peak over and over again. Such insatiable lust for flesh.

She slumped on top of him. Her hair all in a mess.

As soon as they were done, he removed his hands on her waist and brought them up to the back of his head. Folding them together.

She hand-combed and moved her bangs that covered her face. She gathered all her hair to one side. Shifted on top of him and rested her head on his bare chest.

"You're hot as always, Kagura."

"And you're cold as ever, Naraku."