Chapter 1: Collapsing Stage ~ Kurosaki Ichigo
I've witnessed many things in the short time I've been alive. But not everything is as it should be. My life is not close to normality. These powers given to me by a girl from another world have not helped to allude to new things and these new things are nowhere near welcome here, in my mind of reversed skyscrapers and clouds.
I am bound by red ribbons of my energy, but I did not submit to my own self. No. I was forced to submit to my wilder self, my instinct, my murderous side. I try not to show fear when he shows himself to me, but it is very difficult, his expressions, his movements, his very vocabulary makes every inch of me shudder. He has never done this sort of thing with me, the ribbons are tied tightly, holding my arms behind my back, he has me kneeling but my head is turning side to side, waiting to be surprised by his face.
I continued this for hours it felt, until my neck had become sore from all the turning, I lowered my head letting a sigh escape me and as soon as I did he showed himself underneath me, I gasped and moved to pull back, but the ribbons around me held me in place. My legs straddled him and I stared down at him, eyes wide.
"Have you been waiting…King~?" I shuddered violently which caused a dark chuckle to rise up from his throat. "Look at you. All tied up like a little present." His pure white hands, with slick black nails raised and traced my face, I went to say something without thinking but his finger went to press against my lips and in the blink of an eye another ribbon was gagging me, refraining me from speaking.
"Shush now my King. Your horse wants to admire you." My body racked with shivers again and his body shifted under mine, moving to sit Indian style, he pulled me to straddle him again and my face began to feel hot. His hands were on my waist now but slowly inching more to the back of me. My eyes widened more and I became stiffer than I already was.
"Such a virgin are you my king?" he leaned forward to nip at my ear and I attempted to writher away from him, but one hand moved quickly to grip my chin, the other on the small of my back. He licked his lips his blue tongue flicking out. "Don't be shy."
His power had assisted me at times, but I never enjoyed using his power, it scared others, the look in the eyes who viewed me. Yes, some kept straight faces but if I looked into their eyes, deep down they were terrified, and if I looked closer at their body language…they would be shaking. He made this fear arise in everyone, even myself.
He brought me closer against him our chest touching and he forced my head to lie against his shoulder; it would usually be almost like a comforting position, but not in his hands. It only made me worry more about what he might do. He stroked my hair, but I could feel his smirk against me. Was he teasing me?
"Teasing? Oh No my dear king. You've got me all wrong." His words made another shiver rack through my body. He knew my thoughts…
He held me closer, one hand staying in my hair while the other trailed down from the small of my back to my rear end. I shifted uncomfortably but his hand stayed in place. He started to move that hand in circles squeezing a few times and I began to bite my lip.
I had never given true deep thoughts to what my sexuality was. Yes I had friends who were girls, but I also had ones who were guys. This I saw as normal as do other people. But I never thought about loving one of my friends, touching them in ways people do when they are in a deeper relationship or talking about more secret topics.
His hands moved quickly, pulling back my robes, my face felt hotter and when he licked at my neck, I shuddered again. Hands moved to touch all over my chest trailing over my nipples, it was getting hotter, I wanted to get away but I could not. I did not want this. I don't want him doing these things to me. His hands continued to move, he bit into my neck, like a blood sucking vampire of sorts, his mouth pulled away and his tongue then came out to clean up the blood from the wound. I could not speak, my mouth was still gagged, I could not move, he was holding me in place.
His attack continued, he laid me down, moving so my arms stayed tied above my head, he licked all over my chest then bit at my nipples, I let noises escape me, the gag holding them back though. This hurt. This did not pleasure me. He grabbed at my pants. I panicked. I started to squirm and I let sobs come out.
He suddenly stopped then sat up and looked at me. My eyes met his. His hand lifted away from my body and one then went to the healing wound now on my neck. His expression was suddenly soft. His finger lightly pressed against the wound and I let out a gasp and closed my eyes. His hand withdrew again.
When I opened my eyes, he was gone.