Moy mell 57

Aizawa sent the necessary alert to the staff with trembling hands. She lay draped over him, naked and wet from the bath and purring as if drugged. He didn't bother to fully clothe either of them before leaving, instead grabbing two terry cloth robes from behind the door. He slipped on a pair of sandals as well, but other than that there was a fair amount of leg showing on both of them.

He carried her the whole way, down the elevator, through the house and into the car waiting outside. James was the closest and he hopped into action as their chauffeur. Between the two of them they managed to get her settled and them on their way as fast as possible.

Once they were moving, he placed a hand on her forehead and winced: she was burning up now, her pale skin flushed red and sweaty. It looked decidedly uncomfortable and she kept wriggling to stay in the thin flow of air conditioning.

"We'll be there soon, my queen," he murmured in a low, soothing voice. His fingers brushed the mark on her neck to distract her and she moaned thickly, rolling her head back and panting. Aizawa bent and nibbled at the edges of the bruise, causing her to tremble. "Is it too much already?"

She reached for him with eager hands, wrapping around his shoulders and digging in, the bite of her nails felt through the fluffy cloth. Her tail thumped on the floor, smacking into the back of the driver's seat as well, but James steadfastly ignored it.

"This will help," Aizawa whispered, his lips working on her skin, and she quivered, laying back in his arms. He bit harder and she groaned, a lost sound.

"<i>Shota</i>."

"Yes." He licked and she purred in acknowledgement. "I can see the - the holy <i>shit</i>."

"Whoa!" The blue haired man in the front echoed his awe.

It was big.

Far bigger than she had let on, the house was set into the mountain, hidden behind the giant forest that stretched for miles before it. It also didn't really look much like a house from the front but resembled a gigantic shrine. A winding road cut up to the entrance, flanked by many Japanese prayer gates painted bright red. The contrast of the red with the green, forested area was beautiful, but he was less than pleased to climb all those stairs with her in such condition. He carried her to one of the statues and leaned against the bottom of the mossy stone. He thought the carvings might have been of the cat demon, but close up they were definitely kitsune with all nine tails. Aizawa shrugged and filed the information away for later, when they could have a coherent discussion.

"All right, Ches. We're here. Do we climb?"

Elly pointed at the ground, however, and even then he could barely see the five-pointed star etched onto the base of the statue. It had been covered over with moss from age, but the ground was suspiciously barren in a small circle underneath. "Stand there."

Aizawa raised his eyebrows. She didn't use instantaneous transport around the compound through demon portals. If there was one here, it was a very secure spot indeed. He grit his teeth and stood, waiting. It was not unlike riding a very fast elevator, though with a moment of severe disorientation as they crossed through a plane humans weren't intended to exist. He felt excruciating pain for a split second, yet this passed so fast he wondered afterward if he had imagined it.

As he regained his senses he saw a single person standing outside on top to welcome them. He was dressed in traditional Japanese robes of pure white, wearing a tall, black hat on his head. His hair was so dark black so deep it looked purple, and long enough to be pulled into an intricate braidwork on the back on his neck. Two elfin locks, much like Elly's own but longer, dangled on either side of his cheeks. He appeared completely human, but Aizawa recognized him from the information she had given him and knew better. This was Abe no Seimei, half human from his father's side, his mother a kitsune - a fox demon.

<i>That explains the statues,</i> he thought wryly.

"I can see by your expression you know who I am. Politeness, however, requires formal introductions, and so..." The man clasped his hands within his flowing robe and bowed. "I am Abe no Seimei, astrologer and currently the last known onmyōji."

Aizawa nodded curtly. "Aizawa Shota. I'm her bodyguard and mate." Elly mewed, pleased, at the term and he smiled a little. "How on earth did someone who exorcised demons end up on the estate of one?"

Seimei shrugged fluidly. "We forged a friendship ages ago. Now she lets me stay on her mountain in peace to do research as I please." He held a hand out towards the entryway, decorated with pretty Chinese bellflowers and old coins that jingled merrily in the light breeze. The inside of the temple was dark wood, highly polished and well kept. They passed behind the altar and stopped.

Seimei placed his palm on the back wall of the shrine, and a door appeared. The area they walked into was decorated traditionally but modern, belying the ancient outside. It was cool and pleasant, air conditioned with all the basic amenities. A long hallway separated the shrine and the mountain complex, lined with multiple doors. Their host gestured into one of these side rooms. As they walked in, Aizawa saw it was a cross between an apothecary shop and examining room. Shelves lined the walls filled with equipment and what looked like various medicines and ingredients.

Elly moaned again and started to move restlessly in his arms, her nails digging into his back and pulling his bathrobe up higher on his body.

"Be still, please." He whispered into one of her furry ears, rubbing her mating mark with two fingers. She bit her lip and sat obediently on a nearby chair, letting him tug gently on her robe to make sure she was covered.

Seimei pursed his lips, staring first at the shaking cat demon and then Aizawa in amusement. "She's remarkably docile in your presence," he murmured.

Elly watched the two talking, eyes wide but cloudy with incomprehension. She curled her hands into fists on the arms of the chair and shook harder.

"I was told that's what happens -"

"Oh, no. Yes... but no." The halfling pointed at her and made a curious gesture. She slumped forward slightly, her eyes slipping closed. "Still, best to be on the safe side. What was I ...? Oh! I've helped her quite often and she usually has to be sedated - forcefully, mind you -- right away. My guess is she trusts and respects you quite a bit."

Aizawa stared blandly at the other man. "I hope so."

"Trust is a difficult issue with demons." He took a breath. "All right, then. Let me stress this: humans can <i>not</i> match an anthro demon's drive during a heat."

Instead of arguing, Aizawa nodded curtly, much to the other's surprise. "Agreed. Can you help me sustain myself so that I can, in turn, help her?"

Seimei blinked, but recovered quickly with a large grin. "Hmm. Interesting!" A beautiful cobalt blue butterfly flickered out toward his head as he opened a cabinet and began to rummage around.

"Okay, listen up. Your body needs to repress one main natural function in order to get you through this. That means we induce periods of dry orgasms - one injection per day, in the morning, and one incantation in the evening. These will allow you to have about two normal ejaculations as they wear off."

"Science <i>and</i> magic?"

"Yes." He was carefully filling a syringe as he spoke. "A little of both, for now. At night, there will be a spell for her, too. It will help her sleep until we can come in, check on you both, and assess what's needed for the day. Hold out your arm. We'll give you a half dose of the injection to begin with, since it's late."

"We?" Aizawa rolled up his sleeve and suffered himself to be stabbed with whatever was inside the needle. He tried not to think about that for now.

"One of the other doctors is on his way along with everyone else necessary. He'll be primarily looking after the medical aspects when he gets here. My specialty is more spiritual."

Her tired-looking mate nodded. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"As you might imagine, this may not be pleasant since we're both stifling and raising your body's natural urges. It's much better than the alternative, but remember there will be some discomfort. You'll be able to keep up with her, but it won't feel like sex as normal until you release the built up pressure twice a day. As for anything else..." Seimei frowned, tapping his fingers on the counter in thought. The butterfly flitted towards a clock on the wall, landing on the fifth hour, and he laughed cheerfully. "Aha! The cook will ring at five to drop off a large meal - your plate will have a cover, hers will be the entire rest of the dishes. Make sure you both finish <i>everything</i>. The food is not only spelled but has been carefully chosen for caloric and protein content."

"What if she refuses? Anything, for that matter," Aizawa added as he gently picked her up. She was purring with every exhale, but not as relaxed as she appeared. He could feel tension in her muscles as she fought to wake.

"She won't." Seimei tucked a long, dark strand of hair behind one ear and smiled knowingly. "All you have to do is tell her and she'll obey you. If she seems reluctant, don't be afraid to grasp her tail or use the marking."

Aizawa stepped out into the hall. "I know her tail is an erogenous zone, but you're telling me there's more to it?"

Seimei measured a length with his hands in the air and then, starting with the bottom, checked off a list. "The base is erogenous, the middle is for dominance, and the tip - tips, in her case of course -- are for showing your affection. Hers as well, because she lets you touch them."

"Huh. I couldn't find that info online or the scrolls."

"Anthro demons are very protective of their tails - even information regarding them." He pointed. "The stairs lead up to your floor - the top level is all yours. And remember, Aizawa! She's going to need more than physical affection. Her hormones are running rampant at this time."

He grunted and headed towards the stairs. Aizawa saw the real house extended far within, with windows at the end looking out towards scenery he couldn't quite make out just yet. He was too focused in getting to their quarters before she woke.

"Hang in there, Ches. Almost."

A low sigh blew the hair on his neck, causing him to shiver for more than one reason. He took the steps two at a time, his concern growing.