The Lord of the Moon and the Lady of the Night

Love of a Demon Lord

Izaiyoi nodded feeling her heart about to pound out of her chest. She was blushing like a child. She put a hand over her chest feeling the hard rhythm under her hand.

"I will wait for you my Lord Taisho," she whispered softly as she watched him hop out into the night without his armor or his swords. In that moment a warm feeling washed over her and she caught herself smiling like a fool. Their nights together continued like this for the next eleven months....

'You love him.' She thought to her self with a sigh and flopped down in a very inelegant way on to her bed. Izayoi shook her head with a sigh, 'Nonsense' she thought to herself. 'When would this go too far? When would she get caught?' 'Apart of you loves this danger' she thought to herself.' Clearing her throat she stood up in a more refined way readjusting her hair and kimonos back into their proper positions. He would be arriving anytime now.

"How lovely," Inutashio whispered into her ear, his tongue lightly licked her ear. She jumps back in surprise. He chuckles as she whips around to glare at him.

"Don't do that," she says firmly, he smiles and bowes down on his knee, bowing his head and out stretching his arms.
"I greatly apologize my lady."

"You're a show-off InuTashio," she whispered, "Ahh. My Lord,' she followed up quickly, her eyebrows scrunched together. He wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head on her shoulder.

"When will you run away with me?" His voice was satin in her ear as he begged her to run away with him once more. She pulled away from him staring out onto the moonlit courtyard. The grass grew in sparse patches, the flowers stood tall with the promise of budding in the second coming spring.

"I can't leave him. I would bring a lot of dishonor to my father," she whispered softly. "He's one of the most powerful shoguns in the area."

"But Izayoi."

"It's my fault." Tears pricked her eyes slightly and her voice waved. "I can not bare him a son. I am afraid that I am a barren wife. I deserve his mistreatment since I do not fulfill my duties as a wife. I couldn't even bare you a son." She absent-mindedly rubbed a hand over her permanently flat stomach.

"You would not pull a flower that has yet to blossom. You would not pull its leaves and demand it blossom under those conditions. A woman needs to be nurtured like a flower if you expect fruit to bear. I can imagine your first time with him wasn't necessarily willing and nor has any time since." His voice a soft rumble from behind her.

"My father would be dishonored by me abandoning my husband."

"I brought you food, eat my beloved." He whispered as he pulled a box out from the inside of his kimono and shook it slightly. Her stomach rumbled and she gave him a stern look, how dare this dog demon to treat her so... Lord or no lord she was Izaiyoi if nothing else.

"No, thank you."

He bellowed out and had to put a hand over his mouth to silence his laughter.his beautiful golden eyes glowing in the darkness casting a slight glow. Izayoi crossed her arms over her chest she couldn't understand what he thought was so hilarious.

"Haven't you learned? Demons do not have manners, my dear. Silly girl." He whispered pressing closer to her, his head resting on hers. The blood rushed to her face and she hiccupped slightly and he chuckled again." I would kill for you Izayoi, just to get those shivers to go up your spine from my presence." He whispered looking into her eyes. He opened his mouth, as though he was having trouble breathing. Red flashed into his eyes and he pulled away from her in a jerky motion. Inu Taisho bit back the urge to take her, to mark her with his fangs, with his scent so no demon, nor human, would so much as look at her let alone take her physically. That was dangerous feeling for a demon male. When this feeling was based towards a fragile human woman thing could escalate out his control. He opened up the small box that he had stolen from the kitchen of the mansion, it was filled with rice, pickled vegetables. He would much rather hunt and kill something for her but he assumed bringing her a demon's liver would repulse her. Izayoi blushed again her eyes fell on the Inu lord's face his high cheekbones and his chiseled face.

"Will you let me feed you...Izayoi?" The way he spoke her name made it impossible for her to say no to him, so she nodded. The rest of the evening was spent with them lounging on the floor of her room; she lay there with her head rested in his lap as he fed her, bit by bit of what was in the box. He licked his fingers of the sticky sweet roll, it was actually good. Like eating a freshwater lotus sweet like the honey of a bee. His lids grew heavy as he imagined what she would taste like between her thighs. The sky outside slowly began to illuminate with rich shades of gold and violet. The birds chirped their peaceful sounding warnings to other birds; the wind began to pick up swirling the smells of morning dew and fresh grass.

"I have to go before the sun reaches farther into the sky, my beloved," The Inu Lord whispered. Only to discover that she had fallen asleep. Her pale face was so beautiful, so calm, and so relaxed, there was no tension in it at all. He smiled softly, laid her on her bed, and tucked her in. He meant to leave right away but instead, he ended up staring down at her and stroking her hair; Izayoi opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him.

"Are you leaving?" she whispered in a half sleeping voice, and he nodded. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her and softly sucked on her bottom lip, his tongue traced the outline of her lip as he programmed her taste into his mind. He pulled back, ran his tongue over his lips, and smirked, his fangs flashing. Her soft lips pressed back into him, her not so koi tongue dare travel into his. She was inviting him in and he was going to take it. Every single bit she was willing to give him. His clawed hands slipped into her hair pressing her lips hard into his as they exchanged sensual kisses back and forth. Her shaking hands traveled into his kimono smoothing up the hard lines of his chest. Over his neck and down his back coaxing him to lean into her. He obliged her placing his body between her willing thighs. His erection painfully obvious in his hakama pants.

The Lord's hand traveled down to her night clothes, his large hands ghosting over her pale breasts, her slender hips. He could feel the muscles flex under her fingers, could feel the hard bones of her hips. There she was splayed beneath him, eyes glazed over with lust, lips red from him, arousal growing apparent with every pass of his hand over her body, he wished he had more hands to touch her with. He was using one arm to keep his weight off her and the other to explore her body. He kissed down her jaw, his tongue lightly licking her jaw. Down to her slender neck, his fangs ached to bite down on her beautiful flesh. Mark her, take her and own her sexually. His fangs grazed over her throat leaving small trails of blood in their wake. She trembled under him, giving out the most satisfying moan. He ripped the clasps off her top freeing her breasts, they were small but perfect. His hand gently kneaded the soft tissue in his hand, her back arched up into his palm, a breathless huff left her perfect lips. He secured a nipple to his lips and sucked her lip a babe. Her wet middle came into contact with his throbbing erection and he thought about praying, for the first time in his life. He thought of praying to a higher power thanking them for this beautiful woman below him. She was dripping for him... and only him. He kissed down the expanse of her flat stomach biting her hipbone. Her hands tangled in his silver hair, breathlessly gasping, as he promised to be right where she wanted him to be.

'What are you doing Izaiyoi? You are cheating on your husband. On your back like a whore for this lord you've barely know.' She thought to her self as he sucked on the inside of her thigh, he was leaving his mark on her. She felt another flush of heat wash over her as her thighs flushed for him.

"I won't go any further if that's not what you want from me," The lust evident in his voice. Her lip trembled as she looked at him that beautiful silver hair spilled all over her hips, his fangs had grown out; his golden eyes were casting a low light over the expanse between her hips. She knew that he was prepared to stop the moment she said no.