The Rising Sun & The Morning Calm Ch. 07

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They drove back to his place in silence. Casting a sidelong glance at him, Angela wondered why Nobu was so tense but thought better of asking right at that moment. When they reached his condo he became noticeably more relaxed and his face eased into a smile. Opening the box, she let her kittens sniff their new surroundings and one by one, they hopped out, Yin naturally being the first to take the initiative. "Nobu, they might scratch up some of your nice things," she worried.

Examining his new occupants with amusement, Noboru shrugged carelessly. "There are only two things of mine that if damaged beyond repair would upset me."

"Those being?"

"One is my katana. The other," he said as he strolled over to her, "is you." Affectionately kissing her cheek, he put an arm around her waist and looked down at the purring balls of fluff at his feet.

Angela watched in fascination as Yin and Yang wound themselves around his legs and flopped on their sides, begging to have their bellies rubbed. Only Snotty remained disdainfully aloof, choosing to watch imperiously from Nobu's bed. "I've never seen them act so friendly with another person."

Reaching down to stroke their tummies, Noboru laughed. "That is because they know who is in charge here. Although I think Snotty-[kun] is plotting to oust me from my alpha male position," he joked, indicating him as the imperious kitten made himself comfortable on his sheets.

Thinking that this was as good a time as any, she decided to broach the subject that had been on her mind all morning. "Nobu, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" He caught her off guard when he suddenly grabbed her to him and buried his face in her neck. "Nobu, what is it?"

Sitting down on the sofa he pulled her into his lap. "I fear I may have put you in some danger."

"Eh?"

"This morning I felt something that I have not experienced in many years." He kissed the inside of her palm before continuing. "When I was twenty-seven, I accompanied my brother on a mission to scout the coastline of what was then Chosun. A storm destroyed our ship and I was washed ashore half dead and burning with fever." Touching her face, he added, "You found me and saved my life."

"What?" She shook her head. So that was why he looked like he recognized her that first time. "You mean some distant relative of mine or someone that looked like me," she corrected.

"No, it was you." His expression became sad, then was replaced by a fury so fierce she could feel it. "My brother found you and I was unable to protect you from his men. They dishonored you as I was forced to watch, and in your shame, you took your own life."

"Oh my god." His arms around her tightened.

"When I was turned over to the shogun, he was incensed by my betrayal, as I killed some of the men who tried to take you. As punishment, he ordered a fox-witch to place a curse on me. It was she who made me what I am. The logic was to use my new body's ability to heal quickly so that I could be endlessly tortured without concern of my dying."

The idea of it sickened her. "How long did that last?"

"It took me six months to learn to control my physical state. I continued to feign weakness in order to lull them into a false sense of security. One particular night, I found I could not wait any longer and I slew my tormentors, or at least I thought I had."

"What do you mean?" She glanced up at his eyes, which had darkened to a stormier shade of blue.

"My brother was the one who enjoyed my torture the most. He would accompany the witch while I was tortured and sometimes participate. To add to my ignominy, he even used my own sword to inflict pain on me. After what he did to you and how he betrayed me, I had promised myself that my need for vengeance would not be satisfied until I had killed him, and that night I did, or so I thought."

"I don't understand." Angela looked at him confused.

Noboru sighed. "Saburo was the first person I ever infected. As he survived my attempt to kill him, he developed many of the same symptoms as I did but I did not realize he was still alive until sixty years ago."

He saw the realization spread over her face. "It's him you're worried about. You're afraid that he'll come after me."

"Yes." Hugging her apologetically, he said, "I am sorry to have forced you out of your home. I did not realize he was now in the United States."

"If you had, would it have changed how you acted around me?"

Smiling wryly, he shook his head. "No, I would still be incapable of depriving myself of you." Drawing her closer, he kissed her lingeringly. "I had given up on the hope that I could find anyone who made me feel the way you did. I knew that one way or another, I would make you mine."

She closed her eyes at the hypnotic effect his voice had on her and parted her lips to give him more room to explore her. "Nobu," she moaned. She enjoyed the feel of his name on her lips almost as much as he enjoyed it in his ears. Hearing her breathe his name, his eyes dilated to the point where there was only a thin rim of blue surrounding the deep black pools. The smell of her rising desire was beginning to overpower his mind and she could feel it as he hardened against her thigh.

"You possess a dangerous power over me," he whispered, even as he gripped her neck possessively.

Pulling off his T-shirt, she ran her tongue over the smooth surface of his chest and stomach, alternately licking and biting her way down to his waist. With her cheek she stroked his stiffening cock as it strained to break free of his trousers. Undoing his zipper, she slid them off and his erection sprang forward, eager for her touch. Playfully ignoring it and laying on her back, she spread her legs and began fingering her pussy as his eyes glazed over with need while he watched her play with herself. Bringing herself right to the brink of orgasm, she purred, "Fuck me like an animal. I want you to let go of your inhibitions and be rough with me."

Amidst a cacophony of snaps and cracks, within seconds he was on her, pinning her down, snarling loudly, his fangs bared. The way she stared at him in his primal state was unashamed and she ogled his powerful body, waiting to be taken. His primitive side exulted in her permission to fuck her with abandon and he slashed her clothes to ribbons before tearing them off her body, leaving red welts where his talons met her skin. Taking her head in one clawed hand, he could easily have crushed her skull with little effort. Grasping his dripping cock in the other, he pushed it against her lips. "Open your mouth," he hissed. When she did, he stretched he jaws wide as he used her to satisfy himself. Seeing her juices pooling under her, he pushed her off and began lapping up the fluid on his couch before snaking his tongue into her waiting lips.

She ground her hips into his face, gripping the white fur of his head with both hands, attempting to drive his muzzle deeper. When she threw her head back and exposed the flesh on her neck, he clamped down with his teeth and her blood ran over his tongue. The instant he tasted the sweet, metallic flavor, the rational part of him receded into the recesses of his mind and only his primitive urges remained -- the need to eat, to fuck, and to possess. Relinquishing his grip on her, he threw her onto her stomach so hard that she cried out in protest. The new level of urgency frightened her a little. He smelled her fear, could feel her misgivings about her request and it only inflamed the predator in him to claim her more. Wrenching her legs apart, he buried his cock inside her with one savage stroke and savored her whimpers of pain at being invaded so roughly. Taking one of her breasts in his hand, he used his grip to anchor her in place as he brutally pounded into her from behind.

"Nobu, please." It was starting to hurt, he was fucking her so hard. He answered by giving her a threatening growl and snapping her neck in between his jaws. She screamed in genuine fear as she felt his teeth meet through her skin and saw her blood drip onto the leather of his sofa. With her immobilized underneath him, he relentlessly pulled in and out of her, the taste of her blood and the smell of her adrenaline bringing him to climax with dizzying speed.

"Come for me," was his ragged command in her ear. The possessive and domineering nature of his order triggered an explosion inside her and she clawed deliriously at the couch as she rutted beneath him. Her release caused his own to erupt and he threw back his head and roared as he flooded her cunt with jet after jet of semen.

His need sated for the moment, he remained encased inside her but began to clean her wounds, holding her limp body up as he did so. As she regained the strength in her limbs, she could feel that he was still hard and began to slide back and forth on his shaft. Snarling at the overstimulation on his sensitive genitals, he tried to pull out, but she gripped him tightly and his attempt to extricate himself only caused her to grind into him harder. Enjoying how tightly he stretched her, she leaned on her arms to give herself more leverage as she began to cum again. "Oh, god, Nobu, please! Give it to me! Fuck!" The feeling of her spasms around him were almost too much for him to take after he had experienced such a massive orgasm and he howled at the overstimulation. When the last waves died down, she fell face down onto the sofa, a dazed smile on her face as he continued to clean her. The contented rumbling noise he made as he licked her was incredibly soothing as she felt its vibrations through her body.

"I am so fortunate to have found you again," he murmured in his delicious baritone.

"So am I," she grinned lazily. "Nobu, will I be like you now?"

Sensing her uncertainty, he held her closer to him. "Yes. I have exchanged too much fluid with you while in my de-evolved state. It will take some time to see the changes, as your genetic material is being re-written."

"Will I have gorgeous blue eyes like yours?" She rubbed her cheek against the satiny fur of his muzzle.

Noboru smiled inwardly. "Unfortunately no. The people I have infected have never changed eye color."

A shadow of doubt flitted through her mind. "Nobu, are you sure you want to be stuck with me? You barely know anything about me."

He ran his tongue over the side of her sweat-streaked face, enjoying the tangy flavor. "I have waited over four centuries to find you. It is a long time to consider what it is that one truly wants." His features slowly settled back to his usual self. "Are you sure you wish to be bound to me in this way?" Climbing on top of her, he pressed his body into hers. "We will live for a very long time."

Twining her arms around his neck, she nipped his lower lip. "We are going to be having a LOT of sex then." The way his eyes danced at her response made her smile.

"[Mochiron]." Kissing her eyelids softly, he whispered, "[Sarang-heh]."

His words brought tears to her eyes and she bent her head to hide them. "[Sarang-heh]," she whispered back.

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-kun: male diminutive of san (Japanese)

mochiron: of course (Japanese)

sarang-heh: I love you (Korean)

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The sound of Noboru's cell phone woke the couple. Answering it drowsily, he muttered, "[Moshi moshi]?" Angela saw that he suddenly became more alert and was nodding at something the person on the other end was saying. "[Yosh. Hai. Hai. Sorudewa]." Hanging up, he rolled over in the bed and wrapped himself around Angela's sleepy form. "My people will be bringing your things up now."

"So soon?" Nobu certainly was efficient.

"I did not want to give Saburo any time to obtain any information about you that could prove to be useful for him." He kissed her shoulder softly. "Where does your family live?"

"In California," she answered. "Why?"

"Good, they are not in immediate danger then." Pulling the covers aside, he stood up and pulled a black kimono robe around himself and knotted the belt around the waist. Turning around, he caught her eyeing him as he dressed and smirked.

His jet black hair hung free over his shoulders and the look he shot her made his full lips look even more inviting and she continued to stare at him defiantly. "How long do we have before they get here?" she asked suggestively.

The look in his eyes became positively evil as the smell of her arousal began to fill his nostrils. "Unfortunately not long enough." Exercising a supreme amount of willpower, he forced his cock to stay calm. "You will be the end of me, my angel."

His ears pricked up as he heard them at the door, which was odd because Angela couldn't hear anything. When he opened the door, four large Japanese men dressed in black suits entered and bowed their respects. After issuing them a few orders in Japanese, they returned carrying boxes of her things as well as what little furniture she had. Uneasy about the strangers moving about, Yin, Yang and Snotty jumped onto the bed and huddled near Angela as she watched them, holding only a sheet up to her front to cover her modesty. When they had finished bringing her things in, they paused to look up at her. She saw Nobu's eyes follow their gaze and when he looked at her his face betrayed a small amount of possessiveness and pride. The four men bowed deeply to her and bid farewell to Nobu.

Ascending the steps, Noburu settled himself next to her, taking care not to disturb the cats. Yin and Yang immediately set about purring and butting their heads against him while Snotty shot him a look of annoyance and jumped off the bed. "[Gomen], Snotty-kun. You must learn to share your mother," he laughed. Yawning dismissively, the charcoal colored kitten narrowed his yellow eyes as if to say "you wish" and strutted away, his head held up. "[Nani]?" Noboru looked down to see Angela untying the obi that held his robe closed. Pulling it away from his body, he saw her smile wickedly as his cock stiffened before her watching eyes.

Lowering her face, she inhaled the musky smell of him. "God, you smell so good," she groaned. His erection twitched at her words and she pulled his foreskin further back on his head while licking the slippery surface. "Nobu, how am I supposed to go to work when all I want to do is get fucked by you all the time?" His expression became grave suddenly. "What is it?"

Reluctantly pulling her away from his hard on, Nobu spoke to her in a serious tone. "I want you to let me send someone with you tomorrow. I do not feel comfortable letting you go to your office alone."

"Nobu, I can't do that!" Her lust temporarily forgotten, she pulled back.

"Only one man," he bargained.

"I'm a psychiatrist! My patients are not going to feel that their privacy is going to be respected if I have someone else in the room with them!"

"He doesn't have to be in the room with you. Just outside the room is enough," Noboru explained patiently.

Angela threw her hands up in the air. "And how will I explain this to my patients?"

Taking her hand in his, he put his lips to her palm and gave her a pained smile. "[Onnegai]. I cannot bear the thought of losing you again. Please do not deprive me of sleeping peacefully next to you."

It was hard to refuse him when he put it that way. "Fine," she relented. "But he has to stay in the waiting area." Her office was designed such that there were two doors so that the patients leaving could not see the patients entering. "And whoever this guy is, if my patients ask, he has to say he's there early for an appointment."

Smiling broadly, he nodded, "Done."

She did her best to look irritated with him as he nipped the skin on her neck. "You really know how to turn a girl's life upside down." In the span of forty-eight hours she had found a boyfriend, then lost her apartment, moved in with her boyfriend, then gotten stuck with a babysitter. "So who's the guy?"

Chuckling at her ire, Noboru threw her on her back and began licking her earlobe, drawing small moans of protest from her. "His name is Genzo. I would trust him with my life."

"Fine, I want to meet this Genzo before he has to start following me around."

"As you wish," he murmured throatily as his cock slipped inside her. Her stubbornness melted away and he smiled triumphantly when she locked her ankles over his back, pulling him deeper inside her.

"I hate you," she glared at him as she thrust back.

"As long as you stay, that is something I can live with," he said with amusement. "[Kimochi-na], you fit my cock so well, my angel." Letting his hand wander down to her clit, he slid his finger between her lips to wet it and began rubbing her clit in small circles. "You have no idea how difficult it was for me to see my men watching you as you looked down at them naked. It took all of my willpower not to take you right in front of them."

The thought of him ravaging her in front of others sparked the beginning of a series of orgasms and he continued to pleasure her clit even when she tried to push him away. "Nobu, please!" she begged him.

"It only makes me want to fuck you harder when you say my name," he threatened her. "You will stop coming only when I tire of hearing your cries." His eyes drilled into her as another bolt of pleasure seared through her. When it seemed like she could take no more, he turned her on her stomach and pinioned her onto his cock, his pleasure mounting until he came with a strangled cry, pumping her full of his seed.

When their breathing had calmed, he heard her voice call to him. "Nobu?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm hungry," she said plaintively.

Laughing, he turned her over and kissed her. "Yes, I suppose I have to feed my cat, too."

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moshi moshi: hello (on the telephone, Japanese)

yosh: good, well done (Japanese)

sorudewa: well then, if that is all (Japanese)

onnegai: please grant my reques, I beg you (Japanese)

kimochi-na: feels so good (Japanese)

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An hour later, they sat at his glass dining table enjoying the sushi he had ordered. "As you do not eat fish, I never would have assumed you would have wanted sushi," Noboru observed with surprise.

"Fish no, [tamago], yes," Angela said happily with a mouthful of egg sushi.

It made him happy beyond measure to see her eat so heartily. "I will be happy to obtain it for you whenever you like." She cocked her head and winked at him cheerfully. Seeing her seated across from him, wrapped in his kimono jacket with her hair still tangled from their lovemaking earlier, he felt a simultaneous stab of fear mixed with blinding contentment. Something in him wished that he could capture her like this forever.

Taking a swig of her water, Angela resumed her attack on her sushi. "Nobu, I don't know your last name. Or your birthday, or where you were born."

Smiling, he watched her for a few seconds before answering. "My name is actually Noboru."

Angela grinned. "It sounds like someone saying 'noble' in an Asian accent."

"I had never thought about that," he said with a grin. "My last name is Nagamori. My full name is Nagamori Noboru Takeo Tsuneo."

She blinked at the length of his name. "Wow, that's a lot." She swallowed the mouthful of food that she had been chewing. "Does it mean anything?"

"Loosely translated the characters mean 'the eternal ascending warrior of the immortal forest'."

"Sounds so grand," she smiled. "Nice to meet you, Nagamori-[sama]."