A/N: Hey! So, this is new territory for me. While writing my Fan fictions, I quite often go off on a tangent and end up writing serious fluff and/or Lemons. These have never been published or added into a story due to my lack of confidence and shy-ness I guess. Anyway, I have somehow found the confidence to publish some of them separately from the stories they are from. So this one is from Till the End. It is a continuation of Chapter 25 and how I imagine the chapter could have escalated. Where it did or not, I'll leave that for you to decide.
As this is my first Lemon any constructive criticism would be greatly received. Please enjoy! Xx
The first time.
"Hina," He spoke and at that moment, Hina had to wonder if Ryo was truly hidden back away as the softness in the man's expressions wasn't one that belonged to Bakura. His hand moved gently from her cheek, down her throat and around her neck. He pulled her closer and Hina felt herself unconsciously make the decision to go willingly. She closed the tiny gap that remained between them with trembling legs, her hands unclasping from behind her back to dangle uselessly by her side. She was pressed against him and she could feel the cold metal of the pendant he wore through her clothes. His head bent closer and Hina felt the air catch in her throat as she realised the predicament she was in. His lips, the lips she was so used to seeing twisted into a cruel amused smirk, brushed lightly against the corner of her mouth, so lightly under ordinary circumstances she would have barely felt it. However this wasn't any normal circumstance, no, this was different, much different and the tiny contact sent a shockwave as powerful as a lightning bolt coursing through Hina's body. Her legs went inexplicably weak and every tiny sense in her body burned like fire.
The kiss was barely a few seconds long and it occurred to Hina that it was timid, as if he was testing, waiting to see what her reaction would be. Hina knew what her reaction should be. She should lift her useless hands up to his chest and push him away. She should step back and excuse herself from the room, vowing to never allow him to kiss her again. Although she knew what her reaction should be, she couldn't find the strength or energy to do it. Her body was reacting to him without her permission. She was putty in his hands, to do with as he wanted and mould or re-shape in any way he saw fit. She felt his other arm curl around her waist and knew without a doubt that she wasn't escaping his clutches. Not because he wouldn't let her, but because she herself wouldn't allow it. His face bent towards her again and without even thinking about it, Hina met him in the middle. She thrust herself up onto tip toe and met his lips with an eagerness even she couldn't begin to fathom. Their lips crashed together and every nerve in Hina's body jumped to life, every part of her feeling the excitement and explosions of so many emotions come to live tenfold at once. His grip on her tightened with urgency as some unspoken chemistry between them made itself known. His hands held her against him tightly, his fingers biting into the fabric of her dress and Hina knew there was no escaping. Her heart thundered away in her chest as everything collided and her mind went blank, forgetting about been rational, forgetting about the thousands of reasons why everything about this was wrong. Hina made the last move she could, the only move that would bring this moment to new and dangerous heights, a simple move which would change everything and indicate this was what she wanted. She lifted her shaking arms from her side and wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself even closer against the man that had ultimately destroyed her. He had turned everything round, he had shredded her defences, blown every wall she had built and stripped her bare. She had never felt so caged and so free in her entire life.
His arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her of her feet and she let out a little gasp against his mouth. She felt the smirk split across his face and felt her cheeks flush with colour in embarrassment. Never had he had this effect on her before, not when he'd kissed her before or tormented her or hurt her. This was different. He was different. His encounter with Ryo and the struggle for control had somehow changed him. He wasn't fully him, part of Ryo was hidden within him making him different. At a very far corner of her mind, Hina knew that wasn't good news and if their souls were somehow merging, the chance of Ryo surviving was becoming even less likely. But the far corner of her mind was a very long way away and she was barely able to comprehend words at the moment. When he pulled his lips away from Hina's, she felt her body responding by wanting more, not wanting the moment to stop. She felt breathless and from the sounds of his breathing so was he. He gently released his grip on her and Hina felt her outstretched toes come back in contact with the floor. She wasn't sure she'd even be able to stand but somehow managed it, stumbling only slightly. Her mind was spinning, her head numb. He was staring at her and Hina didn't even have to force herself to meet the man's gaze. He was looking at her like he never had before and it sent shivers all the way through her body, but this time it wasn't bad shivers, it was shudders of excitement. He held his hand out to her, his palm facing the ceiling. Hina didn't even consider not taking it.
She placed her hand in his, almost instantly and nearly turned to jelly when she felt his thumb stroke her knuckle tenderly. He led her forwards, and as he did, Hina was consumed. Every last part of her was this mans and she'd fought against it for so long, so long had she denied him and the power he possessed over her, but now he was all consuming. She was drowning in him, in the mystery of him and she was melting away the cruelness, seeing who he was beneath, what made him who he was. All that mattered now was that she had accepted her fate and this was it. She belonged to him and nothing or no one else could possess her soul quite like he did.
He stopped before the bed and Hina gulped. She wanted this, she knew she did. She wanted him to consume her. Even so, fear of the unknown hung like a black cloud over her head. She had no experience in this, any of this. She didn't understand romance, had never encountered it before. What did she need to do? Bakura turned back to her, releasing her hand. He pressed his lips against hers once more, this time with more urgency. As soon as they collided, her fears dissipated. She hummed against his lips, the noise escaping her unconsciously. Still moving his lips over hers, he guided Hina down onto the surface of his grand bed and she went almost too willingly. He stood up, pulling apart from her, leaving her sat on the bed. It had only just occurred to him of her inexperience and he licked his lips at the prospect of introducing her into the familiarity. Hina's eyes were wide and uncertain as she stared up at him. His hands reached down to his jeans and he unbuttoned them. Hina watched his hands and, upon realizing what he was doing, her eyes darted back up to his face as her cheeks flushed. He flashed her a toothy grin and noticed as she gulped. She was scared.
Bakura leant down and kissed her again, pushing her further onto the bed, no longer able to hold back. He wanted to ravish the girl, his little slave girl. He wanted nothing more than to completely own her, dominate every molecule of her being. He released a hold on her lips to move his mouth down her jaw and onto her neck. Her back arched and she pressed her tiny frame against him as sweet little moans escaped her mouth. His hands were at her hips and he used his positioning to drag her into the middle of the bed. There was no escaping now she was here, he wouldn't allow her to go until she'd satisfied his appetite. His hands roamed. He ran his fingers over her body, somehow able to appreciate every curve of his little slave girl. His desperation to fill her was almost unbearable. He released his lips from her skin and knelt up.
Hina gazed up at him. He was straddling her legs, keeping her pinned in place. Feelings she'd never before experienced were coming alive inside her. She could feel parts of her she never understood before coming alive as she clambered over rationality for more. His eyes were hungry as he surveyed her. She was propped up on her elbows, her legs outstretched. She was almost lying across his bed. He shuffled backwards, allowing her the room to sit up, which she did eagerly. Part of her was afraid he was going to leave. She didn't want that. She wanted him to finish what he'd started, despite how terrified she was of just what that might entail. She switched her position and got onto her knees, her bum resting on her heels, her hands in her lap as she waited. He knelt before her too, his eyes refusing to look at her. Hina wanted to break the silence, but found she couldn't.
She was a virgin. There was no escaping that. She was very new to the concept, hell she probably didn't know what was coming. Bakura pondered over the situation, unable to deny his triumph at the idea of been his little slave girls first. He'd be her only. There had been a concern in his head that the boy, her friend, was something more than a friend. That was quickly forgotten at her reaction to him kissing her, going this far with her. He couldn't be certain, but he believed if it was indeed the case, she wouldn't be so eager to betray her friend. She was all Bakura's. He wouldn't allow her to leave this room until he was sated. It had been months since he'd indulged in such a human activity, but now he himself found himself becoming a slave to the raw needs. He turned his stare back to the girl who was sat patiently. He leant forwards, his hands reaching out for the hem of her dress. She started but didn't back away. With a swift movement, he pulled the fabric up over her head, revealing pale creamy skin beneath it. Her eyes were as round a saucers as she sat there in nothing but her underwear, trying to contemplate just what he intended to do with her. Bakura examined the body that had been hidden away from him. She was skinny, almost too skinny, but the meals he'd been feeding her since she came to the palace had fattened her up slightly. She wore a flimsy looking cotton bra and matching briefs.
Hina felt the cool of the air as he pulled her dress from her. She wanted to whimper, but held it back. Her hands itched to try and cover herself up, but the look on Bakura's face stopped her from doing so. He was like an animal, examining his prey and that scared her. She wasn't sure what to expect from him. Osamu had taught her a few things in their years together, but they'd only ever breezed over this topic, him telling her when she was older, he'd explain it to her. She suspected he'd never thought she would be in a position of needing to know, but now she did. Sexual Intercourse, he'd said, was for reproduction. Hina didn't want to reproduce and suspected neither did Bakura, not with a slave anyway. So then, what was he undressing her for? And why did her body respond so strangely at the prospect?
"Um," Hina spoke as his eyes trailed over her body. His eyes darted back up to meet her gaze. Hina felt her cheeks flush. He moved towards her, prowling like a predator. He reached her and pressed his hand over her chest, his fingers gently pressing over her inciting a whimper. He pushed her back and Hina went without question. He didn't stop until she was lying flat on her back. He parted her legs and knelt between them, leaning over her, his muscles rippling as he held back his deepest instincts. He lowered his face down to hers and kissed her, his teeth gently nibbling at her lower lip. Her breathing hitched. He enjoyed the sounds that escaped the girl from such simple touches. He couldn't wait to hear more. When he pulled back, she was panting her body writhing as she felt the pressure building up inside herself. She was starting to understand the need.
"I'll be as gentle as I can, although I can't promise anything," Bakura breathed running his hands down her waist and over her hips, pulling the cotton briefs along with his fingers as he did. He pulled them clean off her body, her legs pulled up momentarily before falling back down onto the bed. Her face was reddening with each moment that passed them by. He tossed the plain fabric aside before leaning over the girls quivering form to release her chest from the confines of the cotton bra. He felt a purr rise in his throat at the sight of her lying naked beneath him.
"I… I don't…. understand" She babbled, her arms wrapping around herself, covering herself back up. Bakura let out a bark of laughter as he shrugged the rest of his clothes off.
"I intend to keep you in my bed all night, what else do you need to know?" He asked as he discarded his own garments of clothing to the side.
"I don't understand what you… want… to do… with me?" Hina was struggling to pull the words together. She didn't understand how any of this worked?
"I forget how simple you are," Bakura snarled, irritated that he'd have to waste precious time explaining to her what he wanted, no what he was going to do to her. At the same time, he found her lack of knowledge exciting.
"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to bury myself in you and listen to you come apart under my touch," He growled as he lent over her once more, pulling her squirming legs apart.
"I'm going to fuck you with the vigour of a fucking animal and I don't intend to stop until day break," He snarled, positioning himself over her.
"But… but… animals… they do it for… r…r…reproducing…" Hina whispered her eyes wide. Bakura grinned allowing the implication of her words to hang thickly in the air. He lowered himself on top of her, his arms keeping his body barely inches off hers. He lowered his lips until they were besides her ear.
"And we, sweet Hina, do it for fun." He hissed before he gently pushed his length into her, painfully slowly, inch by blissful inch.
Hina let out a strangled groan. Her body shot up and her arms gripped onto Bakura's forearms as she felt him slowly begin to fill her. It was a terribly strange sensation. She was been stretched impossibly and she felt the mingle of pain and enjoyment swirling together. She was gasping for air as she shifted her body, trying to accommodate him. He stopped and Hina stared at him. He was watching her, gaging her reaction with scrutiny.
"This may hurt, but only for a few seconds," He grunted. He looked like he was having to battle against himself. Hina realised this probably was the case. In this sort of situation he probably would go full animal, raw and powerful. Hina didn't know what to say, so just nodded. He moved again and Hina felt a deep seated pressure within her. She gritted her teeth as he pushed past some sort of barrier she had within her. Pain flooded through her as he continued pushing into her until he could go no further. She gasped for breath and writhed about trying to find some relief from the pain. He remained still for several moments allowing her the time to adjust to him and the pain to ebb away. When her hitched breathing returned to semi normal, Bakura gazed at her.
"Okay?" He asked in a hushed tone. Hina slumped back onto the mattress and gazed up at him. She swallowed and nodded. He grinned in response. He placed his hands either side of her head and began to move. Hina gasped as he withdrew from her almost entirely before thrusting himself back in once more. An indescribable feeling shocked through her and she cried out as he buried himself deep within her again. Hina felt her body heat up almost instantly. He let out a low guttural growl as he pulled out again before pushing back in. Hina jerked violently at the movement. She was already gasping for breath, her cheeks rosy as she was overcome with excitement and the need for him to continue. He continued the almost painfully slow movements for what felt like a sweet eternity, each thrust sending a quivering need through Hina's body. Bakura sat up, his hands clutching onto Hina's hips, pulling her with him, making sure to keep himself connected to her. Hina let out a small yelp. She instinctively held onto him, keeping her balance as he manoeuvred her body. Her finger tips dug into his neck as he lifted her up, off him before directing her back down onto him. Hina whimpered at the feeling. Tears sprung into her eyes and she squeezed them closed as she bit her lip. He quickly sped up and Hina couldn't stop the noises escaping her lips as each deep thrust sent electric flowing through her core, reaching out to her toes and fingers. It made her feel incredibly strong and pathetically weak at the same time. Her body was no longer her own, she couldn't control what it was doing, she was completely lost in her own gasps of enjoyment, a feeling she couldn't get her head around. There was a sense, a strange terrifying feeling building up inside her, but she couldn't quite figure out where. All she knew was something scary and powerful was been created by Bakura touching her like this.
Just as Hina was certain whatever powerful feeling was about to come crashing over her, destroying her and ripping her to shreds, Bakura stopped his movements. Hina let out a sound of frustration involuntarily. When she realised what she'd done, her eyes snapped open startled. Bakura was glaring at her, his lips curled with triumphant amusement. Hina gulped, not sure if she should apologise or not. He didn't give her chance. He laid her back on the bed as he crashed his lips against hers. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and chewed them gently. Hina felt the noises radiate from her automatically and she had no control over how embarrassing they sounded. She would have flushed with embarrassment, but her face was already far too red for it to have registered. He released her lip almost reluctantly and straightened up. Hina watched him go with trepidation. He was knelt between her legs. He pulled himself free of her, his eyes mischievous. Hina frowned at him, waiting, but refusing to ask for what she wanted of him. Bakura's hand ran over her stomach before reaching her most sensitive part. Hina flinched, realising his hand wasn't going to stop. He chuckled at her reaction before running his fingers over her. Hina felt a shockwave spike through her core at the simple contact.
"Tell me what you want," He demanded of her harshly. Hina stared at him perplexed. He ran his finger over her again, applying slightly more pressure. Hina felt the quivering yelp escape her lips as her body reacted to him without permission. She forced her eyes back on his and scowled. He was clearly amused as he played with her, his gentle touches taunting her in the cruellest way.
"Tell me, girl," He hissed as he moved to lean over her, one hand still gently massaging between her legs. Hina groaned unable to contain the noise. She was panting heavily as he toyed with her body. He lowered his face down to hers and brushed his lips against hers. Hina pushed herself into his kiss desperately, wondering if this contact would levitate the pressure she'd had building up inside herself from the moment this intimacy had begun. He pulled apart from her again with a grin and watched with satisfaction as she writhed about beneath him in desperation.
"All you have to do is say it," He breathed as his fingers alone claimed her. Hina moaned in response, unable to sting words together. Bakura exhaled shakily, not sure he could hold back much further.
"Defiant as ever," He snarled, losing his own battle. He repositioned himself before pushing back into her. Hina cried out, holding onto him as he pushed back into her. She buried her face against his bare flesh gripping onto him tightly. His arms were either side of her head. She was completely caged by his warm body and Hina couldn't lie to herself. She like it. He was picking up his pace as he thrust into her. With each incredible pounding, Hina gasped as the feelings within her continued to build up, expanding ever further and she was terrified of what would happen when it became too much and burst. Her hands which had been pretty useless up till this point gripped onto his forearms. She could feel his muscles ripple under her touch with each movement he made and that excited her further. Her eyes wanted to flutter closed but the expression in Bakura's face told her otherwise. He was glaring down into her petrified expression an unreadable look upon his usually harsh features. Hina was close to… to something… she didn't have any idea what and all rational thought had left her. She could think of nothing but getting there. She couldn't fathom embarrassment or indignity that it was this man of all people who was doing this to her. His movements became more erratic and powerful, pressing into her to the point that it almost hurt. Hina felt whatever it was building up inside her explode quite suddenly at these new movements. She shattered beneath him. Noises she would never have been capable of erupted from her as she came apart. Her core flooded with sweet terrifying bliss. Her body went rigid as she tried to desperately contain whatever it was that had exploded around her. Her fingers dug into his flesh as he held her close, waiting for the tidal wave to finish crashing over her, all the while moving inside her to prolong her explosion. As Bakura continued to move, he himself came undone at the gasps and groans emanating from his little slave girl. He felt his own release shudder through him and growled as he gripped onto Hina's hips, thrusting ever harder into the fragile girl. He slowed his movements down as he regained control. When he came to a stop, he fell to the side as Hina slumped backwards, her eyes closed. Lying on his side, his breathing erratic, Bakura examined the spent girl. Her chest was rising and falling dramatically and she was covered in a layer of perspiration. He draped his arm over her stomach and watched with satisfaction as her eye lids opened. She glanced towards him, her face red. She bit her lip, struggling to find something to say. What could she say after what had just happened? She opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her, nothing came out.
"Sleep," Bakura instructed her simply. Her mouth snapped closed and she nodded in understanding.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Bakura added gruffly. Hina glared at him with disbelief. Did he really think she would be capable of doing that again tonight? She could barely move. Her body ached like never before. It was a sweet pleasant ache, but still an ache. He chuckled seeing her expression but then his face turned serious. He moved onto all fours, climbing over her so she was once more caged by his body. She shied away from him, but he dipped his head down to kiss at her roughly. When he lifted his lips from hers, he glared down at her.
"You are not to do this with anyone else, understand?" He growled. Hina stared at him. Was he really getting all possessive now? Of all times? He chose now to bark demands at her and did he honestly believe she would be capable of doing this with anyone else? Who? Who did she have this complex a relationship with other than him? Instead of voicing her indignation, she bit back her angry retorts. She licked her lips before nodding slowly at him. His face split into a grin at her compliance.
"Good girl," He responded before rolling off her again. Hina closed her eyes, still completely at a loss for words. What had just transpired was something indescribable, something she couldn't compare to anything else and it was terrifying. Despite her fear, Hina suspected it was something she really wouldn't mind doing again. Maybe.