The Lord of the Moon and the Lady of the Night

Passion

**Trigger warning!!!** Rape

Izayoi gave into him and all of his passions. He loved her body like it had never been loved before and she felt a passion sbd had never felt with takimaru. Her body quaked beneath him in ecstasy as they silently made love. Clinging to one another in the throws of passion, they rode the wave down together.

His soft kisses pressed against her temple, her ear, down her neck. His hot breath uneven as he lay beside her. Her heart felt torn into a million pieces as he brought her close, wrapping his strong arms around her back.

"A gentleman would leave you alone knowing he causes you so much pain but I am no gentleman izaiyoi." He kissed her cheek softly, tasting the salt her tears and sweat of her pleasures. "I can not be without you." His large hands cupped both sides of her face gently, leaning in placing a loving kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and leaned into his raw and heated lips. He pressed his forehead to hers and sighed out of his nose as they held each other's gaze. They knew their time was at an end.

He helped Izaiyoi dress properly, his hands working quickly as he tied her obi in a simple triangular bow.

As the sun's glorious rays shone down on him he disappeared like a ghost and he was gone.

She sat on the porch and watched as the sun rose wishing her life had been different. That she had been able to chose to be with someone she loved. She blushed as she thought about what his love entailed. Perhaps that was the difference between love and sex. She stepped down into the soft grass of the courtyard and let the sun warm her face. A smile on her face as the grass cushioned her body. She could feel his mark on her thigh begin to ache and the aftermath of their love run down her thighs.

For the first time She prayed to the gods she would bear a child, his child. She had never prayed before now even through his abuse she had never wanted Takimaru's child like she wanted the lord's. Maybe then she would have the courage to leave her husband. There would be hiding her shame then when her half-demon child was born. So, there would be nothing saving her but his love. She touched her belly and headed for the bath. She no longer had maids to help her, even Ame had been told to leave the "lady of the east alone in her punishment". Izayoi sat in the warm water for a long time, it felt like a betrayal to wash his scent off her but she didn't risk being caught. She didn't test the gods that surrounded her nor did she allow her arrogance to go unchecked And with good reason.

She was glad she didn't allow arrogant sentamint to tempt her.

"I thought I might find you here." Takimaru's voice echoed in the bath. Horror consumed her. She stood stark still, to paralyzed to move but her brain screamed for her to run. For he was here and he wanted her... Her arm defensively came around her breasts and her hand covering her ladyhood.

"That's not the reaction I would expect from my wife," he whispered as he came forward and touched her downcast cheek. Her lip quivered as he turned her chin towards him. His hands ,rough, as they went over her body. Removing her arms from her body. She bit back tears as he leered at her.

"Perhaps, If you start acting right, i'd welcome you back into my bed and maybe even the courts. Although you feel so good this thin," he whispered in a husky voice as he gripped her breasts and her hips. She grimaced as he roughly squeezed the tight skin over her pelvic bone. Izaiyoi said nothing and desended into the depths of her mind as he lay her down used her body. Izayoi replayed the love she shared with Inu no Tashio and her body responded accordingly. Takimaru did not have the male prowess that the Lord had nor the stamina. And before she knew it, he was done. He closed his kimono up and left. Only the sound of his fading sandals announced his exit. Izayoi curled into herself fighting back the sobs that tried to creep from her heart.

Why would the lord as perfect as Lord Tashio would want a girl like her? Perhaps he had come for his prize and would never return again. She lay on the bath floor sobbing uncontrollably. The yokai of the bath gently patted her back trying to sooth her. They looked at one another unsure of what to do for their lady of the house.