This is a
short story made by yours truly Amazonness Ryoga!!! This takes place when Tamahome is turned evil and Miaka, Tasuki,
and Chichiri return to Konan. It is a
lemon, be warned! It’s about Miaka and
Chichiri. It’s not that I don’t like Tama-baby, but I thought it would be cute
for Miaka and Chichiri to be together, no da!
Oh yeah I don’t own Fushigi Yuugi (even thought I wish I did!) all it’s
character’s are owned by Yu Watase (why couldn’t I have thought of them
first!?).
Miaka collapsed on Hotohori’s chest. “I said goodbye…to Tamahome…forever!” Hot tears ran down her face as she pressed
against Hotohori, looking for some comfort.
“Mitsukake! Take Miaka to her chambers and heal her arm. Chichiri, stay here and tell me about the
events that took place tonight!” The emperor demanded, confused and bewildered.
Chichiri stepped up to the emperor’s
throne as Mitsukake took Miaka and gently lifted her up, holding her like a
baby. “It hurts! Oh, it hurts!”
“I will heal you as soon as we get to your
room priestess. It’ll only hurt a while
longer.” He opened to palace’s door and
walked out into the cold night.
“It’s not my arm. It’s my heart,” Miaka replied as she was
shaken by violent sobs. She closed her
eyes, and pictured herself inside of Kuto’s palace. She saw Tamahome raise his weapon, and with all his strength
hitting her arm, breaking it. “He
didn’t just break my arm, he broke my heart.”
“I’m sorry, but that is something my
powers cannot heal. You’ll have to do
that by yourself,” Mitsukake said as he opened the door to Miaka’s
bedroom. He placed her on the bed
softly and took off her school jacket.
He unbuttoned her blouse, and gently pulled her injured arm out of the
sleeve. “Hold still,” Mitsukake’s deep
voice commanded as he held is hand over her wound.
Engulfed in green light, her arm was
completely healed in less than a minute.
She sat up and moved her arm around.
“Wow, I’m really glad to have someone like you on our side! Thank you!”
Mitsukake stood up, “Get some rest. You’ve been though a lot.” He pressed his hand against her door. He paused a moment, looking back at the girl
sitting on the bed still moving her arm, in wonder. She felt him looking at her and cocked an eyebrow. He shook his head and exited her room.
When she saw him leave she was greatly
relieved. All I want is to be alone,
she thought. Just to be alone. She started to sob again. Tamahome…how could you? You hit me, you tore up your love letter to
me…you almost killed Tasuki! I’ll never
forgive you! I can’t forgive you.
She stood up, looked in the mirror beside
her bed, and wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. Her hair was partly up and partly down. Tamahome had swung his weapon, aiming for
her head, but only her hair was affected.
She looked at her reflection and lightly began to comb her hair with her
fingers, realizing she had lost one of her red ribbons. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without
him, she thought desperately to herself.
She stopped, frighten by the sound of door
opening. “Hello?” a familiar,
high-pitched voice called in. She
turned to face Chichiri, standing in the doorway. “Hey Miaka! I wanted to
check to see if you were all right, no da…” he stopped when he saw half of her shirt
was off.
She saw what he was looking at and quickly
closed her shirt, blushing. She walked
over to Chichiri with her arms around her chest the whole time, covering
herself. “Thanks, I’m alright.” She said smiling, trying to hide the pain
she felt.
“I can see you’re really not alright, no
da,” Chichiri said, pulling off his smiling mask, and lowering his voice to
it’s normal sound. “I felt what you’re feeling right now. I can see right through your mask, no da.”
“Chichiri!” Miaka cried as she ran towards her friend, knocking the mask out
of his hand and grabbing him around the waist.
“You know what I’m going though?”
“Yes, I had a best friend that stole my
love away from me. I completely lost my
head and now I’m scarred for life, no da.
I know people don’t want to see my disfigured face so I always wear this
smiling mask…”
He bent down to reach for his mask but
Miaka stopped him. She looked up into
his face and slowly moved her trembling hand to his face. She gently touched his scar, but I quickly
jerked away.
“Miaka, don’t. I don’t want anyone seeing my face. I don’t want anyone to think less of me, especially you.”
“Chichiri, I think you look handsome
without the mask, and I would never think any less of you.” Miaka confided in
him.
“Thank you Miaka,” he hesitated, noticing
that her shirt wasn’t covering her chest again, and tried to keep his eyes on
her face. “Do you want me to leave you
now?”
Her eyes began to water up again, feeling
hotter than ever before. The tears
burned her eyes, making her close them.
The pain of being left again was to much for her heart. She rubbed her face against his strong chest
and tightened her grip on his hips.
She really doesn’t know what she does
to me, Chichiri thought as he fought off an erection. It’s hard enough for me to control my
feelings normally, but when she’s rubbing on me like this and the only thing
covering her breasts is… well that weird thing.
He put his arms around her comforting her,
like he originally went there to do, wishing he could get even closer to
her. Wishing he could really show her
how much he loved her.
“Please don’t leave me!” Miaka cried, her
knees becoming weak. “Please stay with
me!” She yelled as she fell over, still
grabbing him.
“Miaka!
Hold on, no da!” he said as he caught her, picking her up. He gently placed her on the bed as he had
fantasized about millions of times since he had met her. She still wouldn’t let go of him even
thought she was safely lying down.
“Miaka,” Chichiri started, afraid that he
would not be able to resist temptations if he was in the same bed as her.
“I won’t let go of you Chichiri!” Miaka
said with a shaky but strong voice. “I
don’t want you to leave me too! I can’t
take the chance of the man I love leaving me!”
Startled by what she said, Chichiri pulled
away, looking at her with his eye opened wide.
“W-what?” he asked uncertain he had heard right. She looked at him, staring him down.
“You heard me! I love you! I’ve always
loved you! I loved Tamahome too, but
you’ve always been there…in the back of my mind. I always imagined what being with you would be like. Please, let me find out what kissing you is
like!”
Before he could give an answer Miaka
already covered his mouth with hers.
Was it a dream? Chichiri thought
to himself. Was it a dream come
true? He could no longer control
himself. He kissed her back, his tongue
gently licking hers.
She pulled away. Oh no! Did I come on
to strong? He thought, confused by
her actions. Or maybe she really
doesn’t feel that way about me, maybe she’s just using me to forget about
Tamahome. He could feel his face
start to get red from embarrassment.
Miaka broke the awkward silence. “Just as I thought. You’re a great kisser! But I can’t force you to kiss me. I know you don’t feel the same about me.”
“Please, Miaka. Try to understand, I love you so much,” Chichiri explained. “I’ve always wanted to have a chance with
you, no da. I knew that you loved
Tamahome, so I never let my feelings show.
You made my dreams come true.
But I don’t think you’re ready to start a relationship just yet. You need time to heal, no da.”
“You’ve always looked after me
Chichiri. You’ve always protected me,
but this time I think you’re wrong! I
want you, I want to be with you!”
“No
da…” was all he could manage to say before her lips where on his again. He let her little tongue dance over his as
his hands searched over her soft body.
He couldn’t believe it was really happening, but his body could.
He
could feel the heat between his legs as his hands swept over her breasts. She moaned in pleasure. Yes, he thought, I want to make
you feel so good! I want you to feel
more pleasure than you ever thought possible.
He moved his hand so he could undo her
bra, but it was too complicated. “Let
me help you,” Miaka said as she undid it herself. I want you to make me happy, she thought as she lay back
down and threw her bra down on the floor.
He placed warm kisses down her neck and on
her collarbone as his hand massaged her shoulders. By the way Miaka was moaning he could tell she liked it. He moved his hands lower, to her
breasts. She cried out as he kneaded
her tender flesh. He moved his head and
gently began to kiss her nipples. He
suckled on the right one until it was very sensitive and moved to the left
one. She ran her hands thought his
light blue hair as she groaned in pleasure.
She gently pushed his head indicating she
wanted him to go lower. He teased her
by pulling down her skirt and her underwear, and gently kissing her
stomach. She pushed his head down more
forcefully this time, but he held his ground.
He licked her stomach and her navel, making swirls with his tongue.
“Please,” she moaned. Slowly, he moved lower, still flirtatiously
licking. Finally he got to her
womanhood. He gently opened her
legs. He could smell her musky scent as
he softly began to lick her.
He never imagined she could taste so
good. He gently parted her lips as he
stuck his tongue in. He moved it around
enjoying the way she felt and tasted.
He brought his hands up and began to massage her stomach and breasts,
hearing her moan, learning where her sensitive spots were.
Oh gods! He knows my body so well, she thought as he gently pinched her
nipple and rubbed her stomach. His
tongue feels so wonderful inside of me, she thought. Oh, I’m going to come!
He removed his tongue and waited for her
to protest. “Chichiri!” she
complained. He moved his head back in
place and began to lick the place that needed to most attention. “Suzaku!” she screamed as he licked and
kissed her sensitive clit. It felt like
all the blood from her body was being rushed to her lower half, her partner
kept perfect rhythm.
For
a moment everything in the priestess’s body was completely still. In a sudden flash everything seemed
sweet. The ecstasy was unexplainable.
“I’m coming!” Miaka yelled as she held on to the sheet of her bed, body racking
with convulsions.
When she regained the feeling in the rest
of her body, she looked over at Chichiri, who was gently kissing her stomach
again. “That was great,” she whispered,
bangs clinging to her forehead, out of breath from the satisfying orgasm he had
just given her.
She moved over to him and kissed him with
renewed strength. She could taste
herself on his lips, which was strangely erotic. She moved her tongue in and out of his mouth, feeling the way it
felt and trying to memorize it. She
gently turned him over so he was on his back.
She moved her hands through his long blue
bangs. She kissed his forehead. She looked in his one good eye and kissed
the scar over the bad one. She could
tell his expressions he was greatly ashamed of his face. She kissed his lips one last time before
whispering, “I love your face and everything about it.”
Now it’s your turn to feel
pleasure. I want to make you feel as
good as you made me feel, she thought to herself as she unbuttoned
the shirt he was wearing, throwing it to the floor. His bare stomach made the heat in between her legs burn again. She gently tickled his chest and kissed it,
leaving a trial of goose bumps. She
played with his nipples as she slowly undid his pants.
She kissed his passionately as she ran her
hand down to his abs, which where nice and hard. Her hand went lower and found his hard penis. She slowly began to rub it up and down,
feeling it, curiously. She had never
gone this far with a guy, but somehow she knew what to do.
She felt the tip, and swirled her finger
around it. He moaned as his breathing
increased. She placed her head on his
chest to hear his heartbeat. It sounded
like it was going to burst! She smiled
as she moved her body down in between his legs. She looked at it, as her hands moved up and down stroking
gently. She placed her mouth at the
tip, closing her eyes. She moved her
head down slowly.
“No da!” he growled. Pleased by the results she was getting the
nervousness she felt began to melt away.
She licked it as her hands stroked the parts her mouth couldn’t get to. She could feel him getting hotter and hotter
in her mouth.
“Miaka…please…oh, you’re so good, no da!”
he moaned breathlessly. Her
creativeness was almost too much for him to stand. Just the way she sucked and played with drove him crazy. “Oh gods!”
His hips thrust forward, body aching for the climax it desperately
needed. Miaka took as much of his long,
hard shaft as she possibly could, trying to satisfy the one she loved.
The throbbing
he felt was so intense, and the feel of Miaka’s soft tongue was too much. “Ok,
Miaka,” he groaned trying to hold out for as long as he could, but she wouldn’t
move. She wanted him. When he finally came in her mouth, she
swallowed it all. When she started to
feel him relax she removed her mouth and her hands and greeted him with a
kiss.
They both wanted more of each other. Chichiri could feel himself start to get
hard again, just by the feeling of Miaka’s mouth against his. Miaka could feel herself start to get wet,
she needed to be pleasured more.
Chichiri rolled over so he was on top of
his beloved. He pinned her against the
bed and looked at her sincerely though his eye that had not been scarred
shut. “Do you want to go all the way, no
da? I really don’t want to pressure you
to anything you don’t want to do.”
She looked at the blue haired god on top of
her and nodded. She needed him! She wanted him so bad! And she would stop at nothing to get
him!
Pleased by her answer, he kissed her neck
and gently licked it. He didn’t know
what he would have done if she’d have said no.
His feelings could not be suppressed any longer.
He lowered himself onto her as he prepared
to enter. She shut her eyes, knowing
the first time always hurts a little.
He pushed himself in her slowly, hearing her gasp. “Am I hurting you my love?” he asked, filled
with joy, her warm, tightness pleased him beyond anything he could think of.
“No,” Miaka answered. “Please, I need more!”
Slowly he started pumping, moving his hips
as gently as he could. Sweat started to
form on his brow, trying not to hurt his lover, but also trying to satisfy
himself.
“Faster,” Miaka whispered, needed the same
satisfaction too. Pleased with this
Chichiri speeded up the rhythm of his hips.
He could feel his body tighten everywhere desperately needing relief.
Miaka, surprised with Chichiri’s
gentleness, knew he loved her by the
way he treated her. The feelings of raw
passion built, up inside of her chest.
Tears of joy were on the verge of falling from her eyes. A feeling of mental satisfaction rushed
throughout her body, despite its need to be fulfilled with physical passion.
“Faster,” Miaka whispered, letting
Chichiri know she wanted more. Gently,
but firmly, he thrust himself into his love, groaning, mentally
concentrating. He wanted to provide the
most astonishing experience he could possibly ever offer, beads of sweat
rolling down his back.
“Yes, Chichiri!!!” she said letting him
know she was getting close. He held her
tightly as he felt he was going to explode.
She grabbed his back, trying to get closer to him, to the lover she
never had. Their thrusting became
faster, harder, desperately needing to come.
And then fireworks exploded from inside
their bodies. They stopped completely
as the feeling exploded first from Chichiri then to Miaka. The wonderful sensation sent their bodies
into wonderful convulsions. They
gasped for breath, holding on to each other tightly. When their orgasms stopped Chichiri collapsed onto his new
lover.
He rested his head onto her damp chest as
he tried desperately to catch his breath.
Miaka searched for the words to describe they way she felt at that
moment. Perfect was the only word that
could describe all the emotions that were quickly flooding into her.
Chichiri removed his manhood from her and
tenderly brushed away her bangs, which stuck to her forehead. He had one question to ask, as he looked
deeply into her loving green eyes.
“What if Tamahome returns? What will happen to us, no da?”
“I love you so much. I could never return to Tamahome after
seeing the way you love me. I could
never love anyone else.”
And that was all he needed to hear before
he fell sound asleep, holding the one he loves in his arms.
Well I hope you all liked my story! I want to hear what you thought about it! Oh yeah, and I’m sorry about the whole virgin issue! I know she needs to remain a virgin to be the priestess of Suzaku. That’s why she has sex in my story, and not the real story. I know Chichiri is a monk, but like I said, this isn’t the real thing, I’ve abandoned the story, and came up with one of my own (yeah I’m a pioneer!). I’m sorry about that!!! Anywayz, you can e-mail me at amazonnessryoga@hotmail.com! Until next time!!! (Please tell me what you thought!!!)