Forbidden Temptation | Part 1 | R18+

Summary: Kirinmaru felt unworthy of Midoriko's love due to his perception of his appearance. However, Midoriko was determined to show that his looks meant nothing to her as she was willing to surrender her soul and body to express her love for him.


Lord Kirinmaru was captivated by the way Priestess Midoriko skillfully wielded her sword, each strike executed with precision and grace. Her unwavering dedication to her craft stirred a sense of admiration within him, her fiery spirit and strength of character a constant source of inspiration. And so, as they embarked on their training session, Kirinmaru couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to share this experience with his beloved priestess. 


As they sparred together, he watched in awe as Midoriko effortlessly moved through the motions, her fighting skills are a testament to her tenacity and courage. At that moment, Kirinmaru knew without a doubt that he was in the presence of a truly formidable woman, one who he was lucky to call his lover.


After an intense training session, they paused to catch their breath. Priestess Midoriko reached into her basket and offered Kirinmaru a cluster of juicy grapes and a mizusashi filled with clean water. 


"Here, have some," she said with a gentle smile. "They'll help you recover faster, my dear."


Mizusashi (水指) was one of the gifts that Kirinmaru gave to Midoriko when he confessed his love for her. This special narrow-necked ceramic jar is round in shape with beautiful designs and writing that tell the story of Kirin ancestry. He asked Midoriko to use it every time she or they drink water so that she can remember him forever.


Kirinmaru couldn't help but notice the way her lips curved into a small smile as he accepted the fruits from her, a flicker of warmth igniting within his chest. As he savored the sweet flavor of the grapes, he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share this experience with the woman he loved.


The skies grew dark, and the sound of thunder rumbled like a warning through the forest. Raindrops pelted down with a such ferocity that the two warriors were soaked to the bone in seconds. 


Kirinmaru hissed, frustration etched on his face as he gazed up at the sky. "Great. I won't be able to make it back to my ship," he muttered, realizing they were trapped with no shelter in sight.


Midoriko's calm voice cut through the deluge. "My home is nearby. We can take shelter there," she said reassuringly. "It's not too far. We'll be safe."


As Midoriko and Kirinmaru made their way through the pouring rain, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that he could trust her to keep them safe from harm, especially from someone who didn't understand them. Despite the risks that came with their secret relationship, Kirinmaru felt a sense of comfort knowing that he had Midoriko by his side. She was the only person in the world who truly understood him, and he would do anything to protect her.


As they trudged through the pounding rain, each step feeling heavier than the last, Midoriko halted in her tracks and spun around to face Kirinmaru. Her eyes blazed with an unshakable determination, the intensity of which made Kirinmaru's heart skip a beat. He watched, transfixed, as she opened her mouth to speak.


"I know we've been keeping our relationship a secret," she began, her voice cutting through the deafening roar of the storm. "I need to introduce you to my village, to let them know that we are together."


Her words reverberated through Kirinmaru's entire being, filling him with an indescribable sense of pride and adoration. This woman, this fierce and courageous woman, was willing to stand up for their love in the face of anyone and anything. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude that she had chosen him to share this bond with.


Together, they pressed on through the relentless rain, each step bringing them closer to Midoriko's home. The water cascaded down around them, soaking them to the bone, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world, a world where their love reigned supreme and nothing else mattered. 


With great relief, they arrived at Midoriko's doorstep, drenched to the bone from the incessant rain that poured around them. The drops pelted down like icy daggers, soaking every inch of their bodies, chilling them to the core. But as soon as they crossed the threshold, the warm embrace of Midoriko's cozy home enveloped them like a protective shield.


As they shook off their wet garments and shivered, Midoriko bustled around the daidokoro. The daidokoro (台所) was a part of the aristocratic household and served as the center of food preparation and cooking. It was located not far from the main living space of Midoriko's house and had a large hearth for cooking over an open flame.


Midoriko prepared a steaming pot of soup for herself and Kirinmaru. The fragrant aroma wafted through the air, tantalizing their senses and beckoning them closer. Kirinmaru, with his soaked kimono clinging to his frame, gratefully accepted the soft cloth that Midoriko offered him. He wrapped it around himself, feeling the warmth seep into his tan skin and chase away the cold. She also offered him a mizusashi filled with warm water.


As they sat together, waiting for the soup to simmer to perfection, Midoriko went behind Kirinmaru and carefully took his long, bulbous, red hair in her hands, delicately drying it with a large, dry tenugui (手拭い) cotton cloth. With gentle strokes, working her way through each strand of his hair, her hands moving with the ease of a seasoned caretaker. Kirinmaru felt a sense of love and gratitude for his beloved's unwavering care for him. He could sense her warmth and affection emanating from her presence as she continued to tend to his hair from behind.


Midoriko's voice broke through his reverie, soft and soothing. "You have to let your hair dry before you go to sleep. It will give you a headache if you sleep with wet hair." Her words were filled with the gentle concern and affection that only true love can bring. The sound of her voice was like music to his ears - a soothing lullaby that filled him with an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. 


After hearing Midoriko's words, Kirinmaru gave her a faint smile, his side eye glancing at her, then down at the object he held tightly. As he gazed into the still waters of the mizusashi, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over him. His reflection stared back at him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort, especially when it came to his face. His forehead and right cheek were adorned with fearsome dragon scales, giving him the appearance of a monstrous creature. The feeling of being a monstrous aberration persisted within him.


Meanwhile, Midoriko rose slowly from behind him, checking the soup for doneness. Kirinmaru couldn't help but steal glances at her as she worked...


Her black hair cascaded down like a silken waterfall, smooth and straight, framing her exquisite features. She looked nothing short of a goddess or an angel in disguise. Her skin was milky white, as soft and smooth as satin, and every time their skin touched, Kirinmaru was enraptured by the sensation. He couldn't figure out how she managed to maintain her flawless complexion despite her battles and fights as a warrior priestess. Her skin glowed with a consistent radiance, a picture of health and purity.


Yet, Kirinmaru couldn't help but feel a sense of self-pity. He doubted if he was worthy of being a match for someone as beautiful as Midoriko. Despite being a powerful demon in his land, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he wasn't as attractive as other demons or even humans. He felt inadequate, unworthy of the attention of such a beautiful lady priestess. When he looked at himself, all he saw was a beastly creature with rough scales marring his features.


Midoriko approached Kirinmaru with a tray of steaming soup in her delicate hands, her tender gaze taking his breath away. She held the bowl for him, her touch gentle as a caress, and fed him spoonfuls of savory broth with a smile as if he were a helpless babe in her care. Kirinmaru was overwhelmed by the unwavering love of his priestess lover, her sweet gestures touching him deeply. With each sip, he fell deeper in love, impressed by her selfless care.


Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Kirinmaru leaned in close to Midoriko, his voice showing strength and pride, but deep inside, a vulnerable Beast King trembled. "Why aren't you afraid of me as a demon?" he asked her directly. "You know, I'm not considered good-looking," he confessed, his green eyes searching hers for an answer.


Midoriko's gaze softened, sending shivers down his spine. "You are the epitome of beauty, my dear," she murmured, her voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "Your looks mean nothing to me. I love you for who you are, inside and out."


The heart of the Beast King swelled with a rush of emotions - a mix of joy, wonder, and awe. It felt as though a thousand butterflies took flight in his chest, their wings fluttering with excitement. Her soft, melodic voice acted as a healing salve to his battered soul.


"But I'm repulsive," he whispered, his voice choked with self-doubt. "I don't deserve someone as kind and beautiful as you. You will find another man, a human who is... more good-looking."


As Midoriko gazed deeply into Kirinmaru's eyes, her heart swelled with affection. She shook her head, a tender smile gracing her lips. She longed to express the depth of her feelings for him, to convey that his appearance held no sway over her emotions.


With a slow and deliberate lean, she gently placed her lips upon his, reveling in the warmth and softness of the moment. She could sense Kirinmaru's surprise, but her resolve was unwavering as she made her heartfelt declaration. Breaking the kiss, she locked her gaze with his, her voice heavy with emotion. Her words flowed with grace like a love poem meant only for him.


"You are not repulsive to me," she said firmly, her eyes never leaving his. Her words were spoken with fervor, a declaration of love that transcended outward appearances. She wanted Kirinmaru to understand that he was cherished for who he was, beyond any physical attributes. "Though you may bear the form of a demon, it is not your looks that define you. It is your heart, your soul, and your unwavering love that have captured my heart. I have chosen you, and I will choose you every single day, no matter what you may look like. I will never tire of loving you, Kirinmaru."


The Beast King listened intently to Midoriko's words, his heart swelling with gratitude for her kindness and encouragement. Her gentle voice was a balm to his wounded soul, a beacon of hope in his dark world. But despite her uplifting words, a lingering doubt gnawed at Kirinmaru's heart. How could a demon like him ever be worthy of a priestess like Midoriko? They were from opposite worlds, bound by duty and destiny, yet separated by their inherent differences.


Midoriko, however, couldn't ignore the flicker of sadness in Kirinmaru's eyes. With a tender touch, she set the soup down on the side table and turned to face him. Her gaze brimmed with unspoken desires as her hand grazed Kirinmaru's two blue stripes on his left cheek, igniting a fiery longing between them.


Her eyes roamed his face with pure love, savoring every detail - from his mesmerizing, feral eyes that held secrets she longed to unravel, to the regal curve of his nose that begged to be kissed, to his tempting lips that teased her with their sensuality, and his pointed ears that hinted at his otherworldly nature. But it was the dragon scales on his right cheek and forehead, glistening with an unearthly beauty, that held a special place in Midoriko's heart, aching to trace their pattern with her lips and taste the forbidden ecstasy they promised. 


Midoriko's touch intoxicated Kirinmaru, igniting an insatiable fire within him. He craved her with primal desire, defying reason. The forbidden nature of their love fueled his passion even more. Longing, desire, and fierce love surged within him, undeniable. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, her gaze captivated him, and her tenderness melted his defenses. He yearned to hold, protect, and cherish Midoriko for eternity.


But the weight of their differences still hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their budding affection. Kirinmaru was torn between his love for Midoriko and the reality of their circumstances. Could their love bridge the gap between their worlds? Could they overcome the barriers that fate had placed upon them?


The tension between them was palpable, charged with unspoken desires and an undeniable attraction that defied their differences as a demon and a priestess...


While Kirinmaru still has racing thoughts about his torn love for the priestess, he can't ignore the electric heat surging between them, igniting primal desire. Her delicate touch traced his face, sending thrills through his body and leaving him craving more. His desire-filled eyes fixated on her chest, partially hidden by a thin, pristine robe. A throbbing sensation surged through him, stirring his arousal as he admired the curves of her breast outlined by the fabric. His throat tightened as he swallowed hard, the cold air from the heavy rain outside contrasting with the warmth that spread through him. 


Kirinmaru's mind was engulfed by racing thoughts as he envisioned Midoriko in the most sensual and erotic ways...


He was captivated by the forbidden, tantalized by the prospect of indulging in his deepest desires. His mind was a whirlwind of erotic scenarios, each one more tantalizing than the last. He could almost taste the softness of her breast on his tongue, the thought alone sends a jolt of desire straight to his throbbing, aroused cock. The image of him teasing and flicking her nipple with his tongue was enough to make him throb with desire. His body reacted to the vividness of his imagination, causing a sensory overload that left Kirinmaru dizzy with longing.


His hand involuntarily clenched as he imagined the sensations, his fingers itching to reach out and touch her. He longed to taste her, to explore her body with his tongue, and to make her moan with pleasure.


Midoriko, acutely aware of his intense gaze, felt a rush of heat course through her, igniting newfound lust for Kirinmaru that she couldn't resist. Her all-consuming love for him was a blazing fire, driving her to do anything to prove it. Her thoughts were consumed by him, and her heart ached with the need to show him her passionate devotion, willing to go to any lengths to make him realize her unwavering affection.


With a racing heart, the priestess knew her impending actions would be scandalous, a taboo for someone of her status. She was expected to remain pure and untainted, but her love for Kirinmaru was overwhelming, driving her to forsake her vows. Despite his demon nature as a Beast King, he was the only one who had shown her true care and affection, revealing to her the depths of real love. 


She knew she had to risk everything for the chance to explore the depths of passion with Kirinmaru, to surrender to the forbidden temptation that could consume them both...


"Please, my love, do not doubt the depths of my affection for you," Midoriko whispered, desire lacing her voice as she gazed into Kirinmaru's face. Her words were a plea, a desperate entreaty to make him understand the intensity of her love. "Allow me to show you, to prove to you, just how much I love you," she added, her voice husky with longing, her body throbbing with anticipation for the passionate display of her unwavering love that she was eager to offer.


Without hesitation, Midoriko boldly untied her pristine robe, revealing her naked breast to Kirinmaru, surprising him with her audacity. The air crackled with anticipation as she bared herself to him, a symbol of her unwavering desire and willingness to surrender to her lover's embrace...