The sun was setting faster than anticipated, so Miaka quickened her pace. It seemed like years had passed since the time she came to this place and found out that she was the Priestess of Suzaku and that seven warriors would be caring for her. She was allowed to live in the palace of the beautiful Emperor Hotohori and he as well as her other six Shichi Seishi; the fun loving cross-dresser Nuriko, the wandering monk Chichiri, the brash fire tamer Tasuki, the quite doctor Mitsukake, the young prodigy Chiriko, and the handsome Tamahome, all watch over and protect her. She truly appreciated everyone’s concern for her, but it got stifling at times. So Miaka began to take walks after the evening meal each night and although Tamahome didn’t like the idea of her going out alone he understood her need for it.

Miaka picked up her speed a little more, normally she didn’t walk that far from the palace and a lot of times she just walked through the imperial gardens. However, on this warm evening she had noticed a group of young girls, no more than seven or eight, playing around the palace gates. Miaka had went to them and getting caught up in their gaiety and youth stayed with them and talked to them about cooking and flowers and other important things a young woman needed to know. She had also walked each girl home, the last carrying her far from the palace. Now she was returning and the setting sun was making the trees look ominous and the shadows seemed to be watching her.

Miaka never thought of herself as an easily frightened young girl, none the less, she wished she was back in the palace in the warm embrace of her handsome lover Tamahome. She smiled and blushed deep to the roots, she really couldn’t call him lover, they had never been intimate, save a few kisses here and there. The thought made her giddy and she couldn’t help but let out a distinctly high school giggle.

" It isn’t very wise to walk alone at this hour," the voice crept from the shadows, male and deep with foreboding.

Miaka spun on her heels, clutching her chest, fingers tight on the blue ribbon at her throat. Her eyes went wide as she looked into the face of her greatest enemy. The powerful and intimidating Nakago. Even in the dimness of the night his sapphire eyes could still be seen, narrowed with a dark brow elegantly raised, hidden slightly by golden bangs.

" I don’t want any trouble," the words tumbled from Miaka’s lips before she could calculate the effectiveness of them. She knew that Nakago wasn’t a man to try and reason with. She also knew that she was totally defenseless in the middle of this dirt road, miles from her dutiful warriors.

Nakago shifted his weight, a sudden move that made Miaka step back, " Why would I want to trouble you?" he had a devilish smirk on his lips.

Miaka didn’t answer instead she turned and began her walk again. She tried to look unaffected by the older man, but she wasn’t sure how convincing she was. She heard a deep rumble, a chuckling that sent chills through her, she kept walking, however, determined not to show fear. She hadn’t made it too far when she felt a powerful arm encircle her waist. Miaka gasped as her body was jerked backward until it was pressed against the hard contours of the General’s body.

Nakago leaned forward his warm breath at Miaka’s ear. He smelled of Sandalwood, his hair of vanilla and she could feel the curve of a smile against her neck as he spoke, " I wasn’t through speaking with you yet Priestess."

Miaka sighed, " I am late. I need to go," her voice was shaky and she hated it.

" Why the rush?" Nakago lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek, " We may be enemies, but we shouldn’t take it personally. This was all preordained. Besides, I rather like your...." Nakago’s smile widened, " energy."

Miaka frowned. She knew what others thought of her, she knew that they thought she was a loud, winy, glutton. Dim witted and childish. She admitted that at times she was, but she was hardly dumb. Miaka knew what Nakago was getting at and she intended to stop him before he got started.

" Go away!" Miaka closed her eyes and yelled, " Go to Yui if you want...want...you know!" she hated putting her friend out like that, but hadn’t Yui sold her out before?

Nakago laughed, " I have no need for her. I do not find her attractive," he stopped his talking to think, " annoying yes, but desirable? Never."

" Well," Miaka was searching for words, " I don’t find you attractive either!"

" That is a lie," he was chuckling again, " Never mind that, it really doesn’t matter how you feel....now does it?" Miaka’s eyes widened but before she could let out a scream her mouth was covered by a large palm.

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Nakago didn’t take Miaka far, just out of the view of any passing buggy or passerby. They were under some brush and a large tree and with the darkness of the night they couldn’t be seen at all from the road.

Miaka was kicking and pulling at Nakago’s hands and arms. He was smiling finding her feeble attempts at escape amusing. He lowered himself so he could look her in the eye before speaking, " I would stay quiet if I were you...You are really in no position to fight me, nor do you have the strength."

Miaka’s eyes went wide, then suddenly she went limp. He was right, so she might as well get it over with and run back to the others after he had gotten his fill. She shut her eyes and tensed up in anticipation of what was to come and was surprised when she felt his hand caress her cheek. She slowly opened one eye, peeking to see his face. What she saw surprised her, Nakago was smiling ruefully, looking down at her slightly concerned.

" I do not intend to hurt you Priestess," he leaned in closer to her, his height and continued movement causing Miaka to lay on her back on the ground, " I was not lying when I said I was not attracted to the Priestess of Seiyuu," his hands smoothed through her hair, " We are enemies and though I despise how stupid you are," Miaka made a face at that, but Nakago continued before she could say anything, " you are still a very beautiful woman."

Miaka felt her heart flutter at that statement. Beautiful? Tamahome never used that word to describe her, yet here was this man, her enemy, who didn’t falter in speech. Miaka sighed then closed her eyes, she had to admit that Nakago was quite handsome as well. She would even go as far as saying his looks exceeded Tamahome’s and his closeness and pleasant scent and warmth aided in his attractiveness. She knew she should be trying to run, escape from him screaming at the top of her lungs, but as she opened her eyes and looked at him once more, she couldn’t. In fact, she really didn’t want to.

Nakago saw the change in Miaka’s eyes and was pleased that he wouldn’t have to fight her to comply. He didn’t want to take her by force, but the action wasn’t above him either. He smirked then and leaning over the young woman whispered, " Do not mistake this for anything more than lust," and with that his lips took hold of hers. Miaka shivered, she had never felt a kiss so sweet.

She was a amazed at the gentleness of the kiss. Nakago’s lips were soft and though it was a smooth kiss he wasted no time in entering her mouth, his tongue running along hers in a languid manner. Miaka found herself moaning into the kiss and her body relaxed beneath Nakago. He chuckled into her mouth, pleased with her compliance and deepened the kiss, pressing harder and taking more control.

Nakago pulled away slowly, looking down at the trembling young woman. He was smirking as he began to run his fingers down the front of her blouse. Once reaching the blue ribbon he tugged at it roughly and it loosened, sliding from her neck until it lay in the soft grass. His fingers continued to move, his striking blue eyes watching his movements as he started on undoing her buttons. With one hand he released her buttons, his eyes widening as her bra came into view. Soon her blouse was completely opened and Nakago smiled as he watched Miaka’s breathing quicken, her lacy breast rising and falling.

Miaka was confused, granted she had decided that she would see this until the end, but her body was responding in a way she never imagined. She thought she would be repulsed, regardless of how handsome Nakago was. To her surprise, however, she was enjoying this. Her body was growing hot and she could barely catch her breath. She hated to admit it, but she was actually anticipating Nakago’s next move.

Nakago hummed as his forefinger traced the lacy top of her bra, smiling as he tugged it gently downward only to release it just before her areola began to show. He repeated this action several times, until he could hear panting breaths from the young Miaka. Finally Nakago pulled one cup completely off her breast, sliding it so slowly that it got momentary caught on Miaka’s hardened nipple. She gasped arching a bit at the sensation and blushed as the man above her chuckled.

Nakago smiled down at her grasping the bud between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and squeezing it idly. He was enjoying Miaka’s mewing, the way she shut her eyes even though this action wasn’t the most erotic or invasive as others he could be doing to her. Nakago was already pleased that he would be able to bed the Priestess of Suzaku, but now his attraction was fueled even farther by her obvious inexperience. He didn’t think he could keep this foreplay up. Her moans and gasps were effective in aiding the blood flow to his groin.

Nakago bent, still playing with Miaka’s breast, and kissed her again, shifting so his other hand could explore her as well. His strong palm skimmed along her side, pressing into her heated skin, his fingers drumming as he went. He reached her smooth warm thigh and wrapped his hand around it’s girth, feeling her muscles contract and relax. Nakago tried to move his hand in between her legs, but she tensed up, trembling.

Nakago broke the kiss and speaking against her soft lips whispered, " You must open for me..."

Miaka took a sharp breath then slowly her legs began to part. Nakago wasted no time in capturing what he was after. His large hand cupped her heated core and squeezed, Miaka bucked her hips and gasped, then winced when Nakago’s palm squeezed harder bringing about pain. Then to make up for his transgression he soothed it rubbing her, his thick fingers pressing firmly spreading her hot lips even through the lacy underwear. She whimpered, unconsciously moving her hips upward, in a silent beg for more friction.

Nakago flattened his palm, then gripping the elastic of her panties drew them down and off in one quick motion. He began to kiss her neck, nipping gently at the throbbing vein. His fingers, all the while, pulling her apart and sliding along the moist sides, slowly making his way to the hotter inner lips. He ignored her swollen clit, deciding to save that sweet bundle of nerves for later.

He whispered into her neck, " Have you been with anyone?"

Miaka frowned suddenly, " That is none of your business!"

Nakago chuckled deeply and the sound vibrated through her skin, " It is if you do not wish to be in too much pain."

Miaka froze then, this was really happening! She was so lost in the sensations being bestowed upon her body that she had forgotten that Nakago’s intention was to go all the way. She looked at him and though the thought of trying one last ditch effort to get away came to her mind, she whispered instead, " You will be my first...." the sentence she always thought Tamahome would hear.

" Very well," Nakago was emotionless when his forefinger slipped gently inside Miaka.

The Priestess shuddered at the invasion. It was an odd yet pleasant feeling and she found herself pushing her hips into the touch. The finger moved, sending fire hot sparks through Miaka’s young body and Nakago smiled as her insides reacted, contracting around the digit within. Miaka closed her eyes and tilting her head back panted as her body reacted of it’s own accord, heating her from the inside out while her toes and nipples tingled with delight. Nakago continued to pump his finger in a steady rhythm, amazed at her tightness. His assault quickened and he soon had the woman beneath him moaning and moving her hips in such sensual motions that he couldn’t stand the pressure of his tight pants any longer. He pulled out slowly then sitting up abruptly went to unbutton his pants.

Miaka dared to watch, her heady state making her bold. Nakago smirked at her curiosity and easing out his of his trousers held his thick erection within his palm for Miaka’s eyes to better see it. She couldn’t hold in her gasp. His wasn’t the first one she had seen, granted they had all been in textbooks and the one time she walked in on her brother watching one of his "special movies", none the less she couldn’t remember any of them being this big. She wanted to touch it, see if it was truly real and her hand actually made a motion to grasp it, before she pulled back quickly.

Nakago let out that deep chuckle once more, " You might as well get acquainted with it. It will be inside you after all."

Miaka shut her eyes and scrunching up her nose shook her head from side to side. Nakago sighed and reaching over grabbed her wrist and yanking her forward thrust himself into her hand. Miaka’s eyes snapped open and she gasped loudly as her fingers instinctively wrapped around the shaft. She looked down amazed, her eyes tracing the largest vein as it wound around the hardened tan flesh ending just before it reached the flared head. It was heavy and Miaka squeezed it experimentally and at the sound of Nakago’s hiss released it fearing that she’d hurt him. Looking up and seeing nothing but lust in his eyes, she knew that she hadn’t angered him.

Miaka turned her attentions back to the erection, " It is so hot."

" Yes," Nakago’s long body leaned over Miaka again, pressing her body to the grass. His hand found it’s way back between her legs, " that is because it wants this..." two long fingers slipped back within her swiftly causing her to arch her back and grip his shoulders.

He began playing with her then, his fingers began see sawing in and out of her and now he touched the swollen clit. Miaka bit her tongue the moment Nakago’s thumb pressed against the moist bud then she was gasping as it was slowly caressed. Soon Nakago had Miaka panting again and her swollen folds were slick with her pleasure. She whined when his fingers were slowly drawn out, but she didn’t have to wait long once she felt the hot tip of Nakago’s cock at her entrance. He pushed slowly watching Miaka’s face for any signs of pain.

Miaka was staring into his sapphire eyes conscious of the stretching of her opening to accommodate his width. She was waiting for the pain and though the stretching was uncomfortable it didn’t hurt. Soon Nakago was holding onto her hips and with a smirk to his lips thrust forward, breaking through her maidenhead and burying himself fully within her. At this sudden movement and shot of pain Miaka made to scream, but her lips were covered with Nakago’s smooth skilled ones and he kissed her until the throbbing subsided. Once her breathing was level he pulled away and looking down at her waited until she opened her eyes.

Nakago spoke softly, " I am going to move, it will sting, but it shouldn’t hurt," he looked at her seriously for a moment, " Tell me if it does," then he began to rock his hips.

He was right it did sting and Miaka bit her lip and took deep breaths trying to relax her inner muscles. Slowly the stinging faded away and Miaka’s eyes fluttered open has a wave of pleasure swept through her.

" Oh my..." the Priestess’ lips opened in her joy and her hips began to meet Nakago’s thrusts. He groaned above her quickening the pace and strength of the cock that was pumping in and out of the young woman’s tightness.

Miaka was moaning and grinding her hips wantonly against Nakago’s strong body, she thought the powerful heat would make her faint. Just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore her senses were overtaken by a jolt of pure pleasure that shook her body and made her cry out. Miaka’s eyes went wide as the jolts continued, the spacing of them becoming closer and closer.

She arched, " I can’t...I can’t!"

Nakago smiled and then shifted taking her legs and bending them back so that Miaka’s thighs were pressed against her breast. Then taking to his knees he knelt over her and at this new angle struck her sweet spot over and over, until the young woman was shaking and begging for him to stop, slow down, go deeper, and faster. He watched her climax build and stayed at the same steady pounding until he saw her eyes go wide and her back arch.

Miaka wasn’t sure what was happening to her, but she knew she loved it. Her muscles tensed suddenly and her mouth opened in a silent scream and then shutting her eyes and biting her bottom lip she began to shake uncontrollably as wave upon wave of overwhelming pleasure and heat overtook her. It seemed like it would last forever; it seemed to end too soon.

So caught up in her own climax that Miaka didn’t know Nakago had reached his until she was coming down. She felt as his spent member pulled out and whined in horror as she also felt some of his hot seed slip from between her lips. She looked up hurt and confused.

Nakago was standing above her re-buttoning his trousers, " I told you that this wasn’t anymore than lust," he turned from her then, running his fingers through his golden hair, "Thanks for the warm body."

Miaka tucked her legs and laying in the grass closed her eyes as Nakago’s laughter reached her ears. She shouldn’t have been so stupid, she felt the tears roll down her cheeks. He hadn’t even bothered taking off his clothes, not even so much as pulling down his pants. Miaka quickly wiped her eyes and straightening her clothing stepped back out into the dirt road . What could she do now? She decided she wouldn’t tell anyone, especially Tamahome. She wasn’t even sure she could look him in the eyes now.