Well, I don't know if this qualifies as an epilogue but you people kept hinting at seeing Yomi on top so here goes! Warning: Be careful what you wish for…

"Huh….huh…Yomi…." Kurama whimpered. Yomi was working his magic. It was their anniversary and they were in the limousine on their way back from their date. Every year on or around their anniversary, Kurama treated Yomi to a live performance in the ningenkai. This year had been the opera Der Rosenkavalier. The first year, it had been Carmen, which still remained Yomi's favorite but he had enjoyed all five performances that he had been to.

Yomi released Kurama's throbbing member from his mouth. Kurama's wrists were tied together over his head, hanging from a hook in the ceiling of the car, and Yomi was using his formidable strength to hold Kurama still. . "What's that?" he asked, with a most sinister grin on his face.

"Please…please…I need…" Kurama didn't know what he needed more; it was either for Yomi to remove the cock ring that kept his painful erection strained, or to continue the pleasurable torture of Kurama's cock with his mouth.

"Listen to you," Yomi sneered in his ear, his warm breath and tongue causing pleasant shivers to run down the kitsune's spine. He ran his tongue over the mark he had put there to let everyone know that finally, after over a thousand years, Kurama was his. "Begging like a wanton slut."

He cupped Kurama's aching testicles in his hand, teasing them with his dexterous fingers; all the while whispering insults and words of devotion in his ear. Yomi could be tender, caressing Kurama gently and planting soft kisses all over his body, telling him how much he loved him and would be with him always. Or he could be rough, yanking Kurama's hair, biting, hurling insults and fucking Kurama senseless; or demanding that Kurama do the same to him. Kurama loved it all.

"Please…my lord…OH!" Kurama exclaimed as Yomi sank his teeth into his shoulder, drawing fresh blood, which Yomi licked off, savoring the metallic taste in his mouth.

"What's the matter? Am I hurting you?" Yomi jeered. "I knew you were too weak to play with me. Perhaps I shall end our little game."

"No, no, my lord! Please don't stop! I need you!" Kurama cried out, desperate for more attention.

"Very well," Yomi conceded to his mate's demands and wrapped his lips back around Kurama's aching member. Up and down he stroked; licking teasing, nipping. He tickled the head with his tongue and hummed, the vibrations driving Kurama into a fresh frenzy as he shouted his lover's name.

"I'm ready to taste you now," Yomi said, sliding the cock ring off, and returning Kurama's dick to his mouth. Kurama came within seconds.

"Oh, oh, ahhhh, YOMI!" Kurama shouted as he released his juices into Yomi's awaiting mouth. Yomi eagerly swallowed all of Kurama's essence; save for the little bit he let drip down his chin. He sat up to capture Kurama's lips in his, not before Kurama licked the remaining evidence of his passion from Yomi's chin. Their kiss was passionate, full of longing on both ends that reignited every time they coupled in this manner. Yomi paused, sticking his middle digit into Kurama's mouth to let Kurama coat it with a generous amount of saliva, for he knew what was coming next. Sure enough, he felt Yomi's finger probing and teasing the outer ring of his entrance. Kurama gasped and whimpered, his tongue still imprisoned within Yomi's mouth.

Yomi broke off the kiss and moved around behind Kurama, planting gentle kisses on the shoulder that he had assaulted with his teeth minutes ago.

"Bend over and stick that pretty ass out for me," Yomi whispered in his ear.

Kurama complied as best as he could, spreading his legs and sticking his rear as far back as possible, for his wrists were still bound and hooked to the ceiling.

"That's it fox," Yomi purred. He positioned himself so that he was face to face with Kurama's rear which was quivering with anticipation of events forth coming. Yomi did not disappoint. He spread Kurama's cheeks and ran his tongue up the crack of Kurama's ass and down again, plunging it into Kurama's puckering entrance, fucking Kurama with his tongue. In and out he plunged, around and around as he reached around and stroked Kurama's new erection.

"Oh, Yomi, oh, mmmmm," Kurama moaned as he rocked back and forth, stretching his body back as far as he could, desperate not to break contact and continue. Yomi sped up the action with his tongue, flicking it in and out of Kurama's portal with a speed that consumed Kurama with pleasure.

Kurama couldn't take it anymore. "Yomi," he panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

WHAP!

The sting of Yomi's hand on his ass was unbearably pleasurable and painful. "WHAT'S THIS? YOU DARE TO MAKE DEMANDS OF YOUR LORD?" Yomi thundered.

"Yes I do! FUCK ME YOMI!" Kurama's imperative was somewhere between a wail and a shout.

"Why should I?" Kurama could feel Yomi's long, thick, slick cock rubbing, teasing, and probing his entrance. "You're being very obstinate tonight. A willful, disobedient little whore. What makes you think you deserve my cock?"

"Because I…I need it. Please Yomi…please…my lord…master…please…"

"Listen to you. Begging for dick like a pathetic bitch. I suppose you have humbled yourself sufficiently. Turn around and straddle me slut."

Kurama, his arms aching from being held over his head for so long, did as his lord requested. He was now face to face with his master who had his robe open revealing his muscled chest and ripped abs and his pants down to his knees, his schlong bobbing and glistening. Yomi reclined back on the long seat and Kurama straddled him, sheathing the huge member to the hilt. He gasped in pleasure as he spread to accommodate Yomi's formidable girth.

"What's the matter? Is it too much for you? Shall I order you off?"

"No, my lord! Please, I can handle it!"

"Is that a fact, Kurama? Well SHOW ME, you wanton whore. Ride me like the dirty slut that you are!" Yomi ordered.

Kurama began to move, up and down, clenching and unclenching his muscles to further both his and Yomi's pleasure. Yomi moaned, low and long, causing Kurama's body to vibrate from the sensations.

"Come now Kurama, I know you can do better than that." Yomi, despite his pleasure, was always a glutton for Kurama's carnal ministrations; and he wanted more.

Kurama let loose; rolling his hips, rotating clockwise and then counterclockwise and finally squatting on his feet so he can slide up and down Yomi's length.

"Kurama," Yomi groaned, gripping Kurama's hips with a force that was sure to bruise the tender flesh. "Ohhhhhh Kurama, move those agile hips for me you sexy, horny, slutty little fox."

"Does this please you, my lord?" The fox purred, knowing the answer. He rocked and swirled up and down, around and around.

"Faster Kurama," panted the blind demon, feeling his climax approaching. "Faster!" He grabbed Kurama's hips and thrust up, hard and fast.

"Oh, Yomi!" Kurama wailed as Yomi hit his sweet spot over and over again. "Oh master, oh, my lord!"

Yomi thrust harder and harder. The limo creaked and rocked dangerously, the driver had long since parked the car near the portal to the makai and would return in the morning, as planned.

"Kurama," he groaned, "this ass of yours, this hot, tight little ass of yours, it's MINE! You belong to ME, right fox?" he demanded.

"Yes my lord, yes!"

"That's what I want to hear, you hot little slut! Oh fuck! Kuramaaaaa!" he roared as his seed spurted upward like a fountain and landed on his rippled abdominal muscles. Spent, he reached up and unhooked Kurama from his post. "You know what to do."

Kurama leaned down and licked his seed from his master's midsection, savoring every drop before collapsing on top of his partner.

"Happy anniversary," Kurama whispered.

"Happy anniversary to you too," Yomi replied before the pair drifted off into a blissful slumber.

Well, I hope you all have enjoyed this ambitious story of mine. It was fun to write, and a bit challenging in a fun way, having to think up clever tricks and mind games from the fox. This chapter is dedicated to all you horny demonesses who wanted to see Yomi on top, although I suppose technically he wasn't. Much luv to LostCause6661 who is as wild about Yomi as I am. But I love ALL of you who read my stories and review. It's very encouraging! Of course I will be continuing The Letter and am planning another Hiei/Bara story, just not sure of how I want to set it up. But keep your eyes peeled.

Der Rosenkavalier is a German(?) opera by Richard Strauss, suggested by Angelus1889. Ich bin Ihnen sehr dankbar!

To my 'girls' Timeonmyhands andTwistedmind29: loves ya!

MissTuffcy – Thanks for your support!

Peace and love,

NG714