Windlily
I wonder if I was making those same pleading sounds when Yomi jerked me off? Shit...I hope not. Kurama's organ was almost purple now and moving with a life of it's own. Yomi finally chose to put him out of his misery, put his hand against Kurama's length and let him push against it a few times then pulled it away as Kurama went suddenly, totally still. Then a ripple ran up his organ and he cried out as it jerked and bobbed, his fluid erupting in great pulses up onto his stomach and chest. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, drawing blood, as my own sex twitched, excited and wanting the same release.
Kurama looked down at me taking great, labored gasps of air, the first time he had looked at me since Yomi had began playing with him and my face burned with embarrassment. I wanted to tell him that I didn't mean to be this way...to be so aroused by his pain. I didn't even know why I was! There was compassion and understanding in his eyes and it made my shame even worse. I couldn't meet his eyes anymore, drop my gaze and focus on his navel, trying to restrict my vision to that one point, focus my hearing on the sound of the blood pounding in my ears.
Kurama's muted scream jerked my eyes back up. *Bastard!* I raged silently as Yomi made Kurama arch and shriek again and this time Kurama parts his lips to take Yomi's fingers into his mouth, defeat etched into his beautiful face. That expression hurt in a way I couldn't define and I swallow hard as Yomi's hands went to grip Kurama's thighs. I could see Yomi's tip probing as Kurama squirmed furiously, then he screamed in pain as I watch Yomi thrust into him. I wince and shudder as my own body remembers that pain keenly. It is awful and yet at the same time fascinating. I can see Yomi's sex as he pulls all the way out, gleaming with oil rubbed off Kurama's ass and traces of Kurama's blood, then watch it disappear back into Kurama's body once more with a brutal thrust. Fury and shame takes me again as I realize that I am enjoying watching this, that my own sex is twitching in rhythm to Yomi's pace, and I try to summon the Kokuryuuha in desperation.
Agony rides up my arm and coils in my chest as the wards kick in. I keep calling it anyway, seeing red, then black as the wards stop my breathing, clench a steel band around my heart. *Kurama, I'm sorry...*
I think I must have passed out for a few minutes as I come back to awareness, my vision blurry and dim, my right arm numb from the elbow down and pain stabbing behind the Jagon. When I focus, I wish I had stayed out for a while longer. I am still upright, sitting as I was bid. It isn't over yet. Kurama has stopped struggling and is just hanging lax from the invisible hands. I wonder if he has fainted again as his hips are driven forwards to push his sex, hard once again, through Yomi's hand. I can see the tip of it, angry and red, poke through the top of the tight tunnel Yomi has made for it with his fingers as Yomi drives in, disappearing as the bastard pulls out, his other hand pressed against the flat muscle under Kurama's navel and pushing his hips back, making Kurama's body move.
Kurama came back to life with a jerk, snapping his head up, then threw it back against Yomi's shoulder, his pale face suddenly flushed red. Yomi's is pumping so hard now that he is lifting Kurama with each upward stab, each one pushing a guttural groan out of Kurama. Kurama arched his back, the muscles in his chest and stomach hard and defined with tension. Yomi pressed his thumb into the head of Kurama's sex as he thrust again. Kurama gave a soft, almost whispered, scream as his seed bubbled out around Yomi's thumb and oozed down his fingers. One more, furious shove and I hear Yomi cry out, see the muscles in his legs cord, see his balls press up even tighter, fuck...I can even see Kurama's stretched opening moving, being pressed out and jerking back in as Yomi's sex pulses and moves it.
My breathing is as fast as theirs as they rest, my own sex humiliatingly alive and aching as Yomi wraps his arms around Kurama's chest and hugs him tight, rubs his cheek against the side of Kurama's lowered head. Shit. This is crazy. I am very well aware of my own sex drive, which is almost nill, thankfully. That urge did nothing but get in the way, distract from what was important, like staying alive. The few times my own got the upper hand, I took care of it as quickly and efficiently as possible. So why was I getting so turned on, so hot and bothered by watching Yomi screw Kurama? If anything, it should have the opposite effect.
A violent shudder went through Kurama as Yomi withdrew and I forced myself to look up hoping that Kurama was out cold. His green eyes were wide and unfocused, un-seeing and too bright against his pallor.
*Shock,* I told myself. *He's only in shock. He's all right. He's survived worse.*
"Bring him."
Yomi walked around the bed, out of my range of vision and Kurama floated after him. I had a few minutes to try to get myself together, tried to figure out what was going on behind me as the bed moved under my knees.
"Turn around, Hiei, but stay in the same position," Yomi instructed as he walked past me, going toward his desk.
I turned on my knees and felt a little flash of relief. I had no idea what Yomi might be doing to Kurama now. The scene that greeted me was again a strange contrast to what Yomi had just done. Kurama was sideways near the top of the bed, knees tucked up under his stomach and his torso and head supported by piles of pillows. His face was turned toward me, eyes now closed. I felt Yomi's presence behind me and tensed, ground my teeth as I heard the rustle of fabric as he climbed onto the bed. He slid up close behind me and I felt silk and hot skin against my back and strained my eyes sideways to try to see what he had put down next to us on the bed. Fuck! Surely he was spent by now! Hands slid around my waist and followed the line of my hips down into the hair that covered my groin then fingers traced each side of my length, which had just started to calm down, bringing it back to it's rigid state.
"You liked watching that, didn't you Hiei?" he whispered in my ear.
I growled in warning and he chuckled. His hands left me and then he showed me one of the things he'd brought. It was a pair of manacles linked by one large ring. One went around my left wrist, then he pulled my arm down to close it's mate around my left ankle. Another set went onto my right wrist and ankle. Shit. This would hold me as well as his fucking spell.
"Look down, Hiei."
He has a long length of leather about a half-inch wide. What in the hell was he...my eyes widen and a hiss of shock and discomfort escapes me as he begins to wind it tight around the base of my sex. He crosses it on the last wrap and the stab of pain yanks a yelp out of me as he wraps it around the base of my balls next, pulling them down and away from my body. Shit, my whole groin was throbbing with pain! He passes the ends of the strip between my legs, keeping it tight as he pushes me forwards until I'm laying on my chest. I feel my ass cheeks being spread apart and freeze as terror takes me.
Not again. Don't...I hear myself start to whimper and cut the sound off as I feel his fingers stroke my hole. I wince as one pushes through the ring, then can't help but moan as another, and another join it...then when I think I can't be opened any more another worms in on the bottom and I don't know if I scream or not as they spread apart, wrenching me open even wider. Then just when I'm about to pass out they are gone, leaving me quivering with pain and shock. I'm aware of the feeling of the leather being pulled into my crack as he pulls me back upright, feel the pressure as he pulls them snug so the doubled length is pressed firmly against my hole, then he brings the ends around my waist, cinching it so the strips dig into my skin and ties it in a bow right under my navel.
He leaves me panting as he goes and pours himself a glass of wine from the table next to the bed. He's clad in a beautifully embroidered robe and smiles sweetly at me as I glare at him, each breath making my sex bob and ache and pulls at my balls to send a shiver of pain along my nerves. What the hell was that thing with my ass for? Then I feel it. A shift and pulse inside. I became very focused on that part of myself...Fuck!...he had put something inside me! Yomi settled on the bed next to Kurama's head and sipped at his wine as it shifted again and a steady pulse started throb against my inner walls. I strain to push it out but it's blocked by the straps up my ass...I growl in fury as it started to wiggle, realize that I'm jerking around in my frantic attempts to get it out...bastard released the spell so he could watch me squirm...I gasp in surprise and freeze as a wave of pleasure as intense as the pain washes over me as it hits and writhes against a spot deep inside...oh, shit...
"Kurama, you'd better wake up, my beautiful one..."
Who is that crying? Hiei. It's...Hiei!! My eyes snap open to see Hiei a few feet away on the bed, laying back, an arched bow from knees to shoulders as his whole body shuddered with wracking tremors. His penis was huge but almost soft as he thrust up, then I see why. He is bound at the base and scrotum, the straps disappearing up into the crevasse of his rear to reappear over his hips and was tied under his belly button.
"He's got a Kith'dah up his ass. You've missed a nice show, Kurama," Yomi said with a smile, his eyes on Hiei. "But it's getting boring. He's almost stopped wiggling. You may put him out of his misery with a kiss, if you wish."
*You Bastard!!* I stared at him in shock, my first instinct to kill him passed by as my body was still too weak to do anything much more that lay here. I was determined to refuse him anything he wanted, but Hiei's desperate groan pulled at me. It took me three tries to push myself off the pillows, my hands still numb as I crawled over to Hiei. I fumbled with stiff fingers at the bow, his movements making it even harder, then I had it undone. He screamed in agony as I unwound the bindings as fast as I could from his scrotum and I though he'd passed out as I unwrapped his penis and it surged stiff and deep red as blood rushed back into it. But his eyes met mine, almost insane, pleading. I lowered my head and slid my lips over his tip, drew him deep into my mouth, a thing I'd wanted to do for so long but under very different circumstances. I only had to press my tongue against his central vein once and he erupted, filling my mouth with his bitter seed, slick and oily on my tongue as I swallowed.
"Keep going, Kurama. He's far from done."
I looked sideways and saw Yomi resting his chin on his stacked fists, kneeling beside the bed, watching. Hiei was still hard, still rocking his hips, moving himself in my mouth...youkai...never easily satisfied...I closed my eyes and shut Yomi out and gave Hiei the best blow job I could, determined that he would find some pleasure in the midst of all this pain. It didn't take long, Hiei was so stimulated and still had the Kith'dah moving in him. He started to soften as I moved my tongue to clean the last traces of semen off him and lifted my head and looked meaningfully at Yomi as Hiei clenched his eyes shut and mouthed, "Get it out of me," silently.
"Get him sitting."
I put my hands on Hiei's shoulders and pulled him up, pulled him in against me, not caring that it pressed the rings into my chest, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I watched Yomi undo the ankle manacles.
"Get him up a little higher, Kurama," Yomi instructed.
I pulled Hiei up so his head was against my shoulder, our rings pressing against each other as Yomi put one hand on Hiei's groin in front and tipped his rear up.
"Keep it there, Hiei or I'll leave it in you," Yomi said with a little pat to Hiei's rear.
Hiei's fingers dug into my thighs and he let out a keen of pain between clenched teeth as Yomi delved into him with the first three fingers and thumb of his left hand, using them to pry him open so he could retrieve the Kith'dah with the right. Hiei sagged against me when it was out, his body trembling with exhaustion and I looked over his shoulder at Yomi, wondering what was coming next.
to be continued...