Bolton Strid by Bounce

The lovers.

Kagome had finally managed to sneak away from the abbey. It had taken her longer than she anticipated, but she knew her lover would be waiting for her. He had been since the first time they met.

It was her sixteenth birthday, and the monks had let her have the day free of chores. She wandered farther out into the forest, closer to the river than she had ever been before. She had brought a picnic basket with her, intending to spend the day out exploring. She has simply been sitting close to the river, not close enough to the banks to see into the waters, but close enough to enjoy the view.

She heard a baying from what sounded like large dogs. Looking into the distance of the woods, she spotted the source of the sound. It was a wolf of enormous proportions. Terrified, she ran. Her feet brought her closer to the cursed river and the slippery banks.

She smiled once again to herself. She had almost fallen in that day. The demon saved her. He flew over her and pulled her out of the air. She remembered his words that day as well.

"What a foolish human."

She smiled to herself as she made her way to the river. She knew the dangers of being by the river. The monks  had warned her multiple time to stay away from it, lest the demon of the river claim her life too. Everyone claimed the forest was magical. Though she had shown some holy powers, it seemed as though the land itself sealed her. The monks had stated this place was the center of strange and often, dark magic. Supposedly beings darker than demons had cursed the river, causing the beautiful woods to be considered cursed as well. 

It had been rumored that any who got to close to the river were pulled to their deaths. As the bodies of the unfortunate were pulled under water, a monstrous white horse rose from the roiling waters to claim their souls. Others told of the Queen of the Fae riding the magnificent beast. There were even three sisters who had gone to the river in hopes of catching a glimpse of the Legend. None of the girls returned.

The river had indeed claimed many lives. Some bodies recovered, some were not, but all who came too close met the same fate.

The River Wharfe and Bolton Strid were the boundary between the North and Western Yorkshire Provinces. The abbey she called home resided in the northern territory while her lover hailed from the west.  Her lover wasn't actually an Englishman, as they both came from Japan. Though she had no recollection of coming to the abbey, she had grown up there.

Her lover was a beautiful Lord. A demon Lord of the Heathen Lands, as the monks called her birthplace. His face, while strong and angled, had an almost feminine beauty to it. His eyes reminded her of the midday sun, golden and burning hot. His markings, well, she had never seen such a thing before!

He was certainly exotic. No one else had ever tempted the girl the way he had. Reminiscing as she walked, she thought back to the second time they had met.

"Human, you nearly lost your life here last time. Why would you venture so closely to your demise?"

"I had hope to catch a glimpse of the man who saved my life."

She had smiled at him. The man had been cold to her but she wanted to befriend him. He was so different than any other she had ever met. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"This Sesshoumaru has no need for grattitude or what ever else you may feel obligated..." She cut him off and he narrowed his eyes.

"While I am indeed grateful to you for saving my life I have nothing to offer in return except friendship. Though you are not native here, I can tell you have a high standing. You may be important else where, but in these woods, you are simply you and I am simply me."

 Aquiescing to her logic, they began a long, somtimes onesided companionship. It didn't take her long to fall for the silver haired male and she thought she would die an old maid before he ever loved her back. Many months into their late night meetings, did he first kiss her. That had been the most magical night of her life.

She paused as she heard a rustle in the woods behind her. Turning to face the noise, she made eye contact with her lover.

"It is late."

"Yes. The monks had me doing extra chores in preparation for the festival in town. We expect visitors soon."

"Hn."

She stepped closer to the Lord and he opened his arms to her. Wrapping himself around her, he lowered his lips to meet hers. He could feel her smile in the kiss.

"What has you so merry this evening, my love?" He asked her in his cool voice. To her, hearing him speak was like feeling the autumn breeze against her soul. As cold as he was, it was invigorating and comforting.

"I was thinking of us and how we came to be."

"Ah. The persistance and stubborness of one lady has truly astounded me. I do not think I have ever had one female so determined to be a friend for simply that sake. You were lucky I was able to jump to catch you. I am not able to orb or form my cloud from inside this forest."

"Such is the stangeness of this place. I would remind you also that it's that stubborness and persistance that captured your heart, milord."

"Indeed it was." He sealed her lips with his own.

To him, she was ethereal. He would never understand what drove him to save the woman in front of him, but he was eternally grateful. Never before had he felt such an unbridled passion and unconditional love.

The girl's kisses were stronger than any opium produced. His hands caressed her face, slipping down to her neck and even further still. Resting upon the ties to her dress, he slowly loosened the knots and let her dress down. The garment was beautiful, but not nearly as much as her naked body.

Easily discarding her attire, he softly stroked his hands over her breasts. Massaging her generous bosom, he removed his lips from their heated kiss. Trailing his tongue and teeth down her neck, to the nape and collar bone, he sucked hard against her skin. It wouldn't take much to leave his mark there.

Gingerly, he brought her closer to him, wrapping her naked body in his arms and pulling her flush against his chest. Through his own clothes he could feel her heaving breasts.

Their kisses left her breathless, as she had told him multiple occasions before.

Bending slightly, he took a pert nipple into his mouth and cherished the moan it wrought from her. Her fingers gently pulled on his hair, causing him to growl lowly, showing his pleasure to the human woman in front of him.

He had been her first, and he would be her only. Never before had a woman captivated him so. Tonight, he planned to mate her and whisk her away to his domicile.

Her fingers brought him out of his reverie. Tugging him upward, she pulled at his clothes, attempting to free him of his attire. Pulling off the waist coat and shirt, she stared in awe at his beauty. It never ceased to amaze her that he was so utterly perfect.

Removing his shoes, socks and even his pants, he bared himself before her.

"Tonight, my dearest, I intend to mark you as my mate. I will never again wake without you by my side."

"Sesshoumaru, I love you so much." She pulled him back into her arms for another heated kiss. As he was reluctant to let her go, he eased her into a kneeling position in front of him.

She broke the kiss and gazed hungrily upon his body. He had planned to lay her down on her back, but she took him by surprise. She wrapped her delicate, pink lips around his hardened cock.

She had only done this once before in their previous meetings. His eyes rolled back into his head as he involuntarily thrust himself into her hot mouth. Letting his fingers tangle themselves into her hair, he guided her head. He knew to be gentle, as she hadn't had m;uch practice.

The thought that he would be the only one who would claim such pleasure from her lips aroused him even more. As she licked and sucked on his cock, he felt himself ready to cum.

He pulled her off him and bade her to lie down. The soft grass contrasted greatly against her heated body. The sensation alone had made her wet.

He sepatated her legs, taking in a deep whiff of her scent. His eyes reddened in the corners.

He kissed his way from her knee to the apex of her thighs, inhaling deeply yet again. He let his tongue brush softly against her womanhood and she hissed in pleasure. Softly at first, he used only his tongue to bring her to completion. Circular movements over the bundle of nerves, flattening his tongue against her lower lips, and slowly inserting a finger into her, she bucked against him. She moaned out loud, the sound reverberating in his sensitive ears. Her relished in being the one to cause such commotion from her.

He kept at it until she came over his fingers and his tongue. Lapping up all she had to offer, he removed his head from her legs and gazed into her passion dazed eyes.

Kissing her hard, he enjoyed as her tongue swept against his mouth, licking her juices from his lips and chin. Slowly, he entered her. His throbbing cock pulsed against her walls.

No matter how many times he took her, no matter the position, she was still suffocatingly tight on his dick.

She cried aloud as he shoved his way home. Gasping for the lord, she arched her back. Her plump breast felt like heaven against his bare chest.

Now fully sheathed inside her, he begun a slow, steady rhythm. Pumping into her, he began to play with her nipples and clit. Pride filled him as his touch left her a writhing, wordless mess.

Completely undone by her lord, she couldn't help but gasp praises for him. This demon that had so enthralled her brought her a completion she had never experienced before. Every time he touched her, she could feel the love that radiated from him.

Finally making her cum around him, he pulled out and flipped her to her knees.

One thing he loved about her, was her willingness to learn and to please. She learned early on just the right way to bend on her knees with her beautiful backside swaying in the air. He entered her swiftly, not wanting to be away from her heated core any longer than necessary.

He shoved himself harder and deeper than before. His claws digging into her hips only encouraged her bucking and moaning. Begging for him to go faster and harder, she let her voice permeate the night.

He was so close. He wanted her to get off with him this time. Pressing his chest into her back, he growled and nipped at her ear.

"I want to feel you cum once more.'' Every word seemed to be ennuciated with a hard thrust.

"So-so close." She gasped out.

He slid one hand under her to her clit. Manipulating the pulsing bud, he brought her over the precipice.

As she called out into the night, he let his teeth sink in to her neck. Through his fangs, he pulsated his aura into her body. Nipping his tongue on his fangs, he allowed his blood to follow into the bite. He was only able to truly mark her because of the dormant powers inside her soul. The feeling brought on another orgasm as he ejaculated inside her.

They rode out the waves of pleasure together and soon fell together in a heap on the forest floor.

She snuggled into his arms and chest and soon fell asleep.

It was sometime in the early morn, still dark out, that they had awakened.

It was the howling of the wolves that broke through their slumber.

Quickly getting dressed, they sought to leave the danger behind and head to his temporary residence.

They walked closer towards the river and soon, they felt they were being followed. Knowing he couldn't just orb or fly out of the forest, he settled his love behind him so he could protect her.

Not realising how close she was to the river, Kagome backed up slightly.  The great wolf jumped into the little clearing the couple had found themselves in and lunged towards the male.

Standing on the bank of the river, she watched as her love fought for their very lives. With every swipe of his claws, the wolf tried to press forward. Though he gained little ground, Kagome couldn't help but inch backwards away from the fight.

Sesshoumaru fought valiantly against the wolf and his poison claws finally killed the great beast. As the wolf's last breath rattled in it's chest, Sesshoumaru turned to look at his new mate. His triumphant smile vanished quickly.

"Kagome! Be careful!" He called out to her as she attempted to run towards him.

She screamed as her feet slipped on the wet rocks of the bank and she fell backwards into the river of death.

Sesshoumaru rushed to the river bank to attempt to catch his fallen bride.

As he reached the spot she had last stood, a gargantuan white horse rose from the depths of the water. Sesshoumaru, in his grief, attacked the river's guardian and also became lost that day.

Their bodies were never recovered. To this day, you can occasionally see the shadows of a couple holding hands and walking along the bank of that deadly river.

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This is based of one of the legends surround the actual Bolton Strid. The river is an actual place and it's fatality rating is 100% For some reason, when I heard of this place, it inspired me to write this.

I suggest looking up this place. It's quite amazing. It looks beautiful and tranquil, but it's one of the most dangerous places in the world. In some spots, its no more than 4-6 feet wide and it looks shallow. The truth is, the river basically flipped onto its side. No one knows how deep it is or how the underwater caverns are made up. The River Wharf, The Yorkshire Provinces and Bolton Abbey are real places and they do not belong to me. Here's a link to the legends that inspired my story.

http://www.spookyisles.com/2014/05/dark-legends-of-bolton-strid/