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The young man's bright green eyes scanned his living quarters.
Surrounding him was his every heart's desire. Music from his favorite artists. An assortment of exotic foods. Every video game known to man. Not a day went by when he couldn't believe that he could own all of this. The price turned out to be very steep; this was all his for the low, low price of…plunging the world into eternal darkness and betraying the individuals he had come to know as a second family.
That had been many years ago. His second family had since passed on…though not of old age. Pangs of guilt would strike him from time to time for his complicity, but a few hours on his gaming systems would numb the hurt.
"Raimundo?" She had returned. He gave a brief look up from his game, which, ironically, featured characters who fought for honor and respect - qualities that were all but foreign to him, now. The sing-songish nature of the female's voice was a surprise; usually, the woman adopted a harsher tone in her…'business practice'.
The doors to his quarters flew open. The woman possessed a fierce mane of red hair. Orange highlights showed at the tips and her crown, but the majority maintained a blood-like coloring. Her figure was as eye-catching as her hair. If the bodies of every model in a catalog of lacy undergarments were compiled together, then divided by any structural flaws, the result would be that of the creature that walked inside. She wore what looked to be a black Asian dress with long sleeves and a red belt. The high slits showed off her legs.
She waved her hands and the doors slammed shut. That kind of trick used to surprise Raimundo, but he had come to expect it.
"How are you feeling, Raimundo?"
The young man shrugged. "Pretty good", he offered in his Brazilian accent. "How goes the world domination?"
"It's been rather dull." The woman stretched her body much in the way a cat would before sitting beside the young man. "The heavy lifting was pretty much done in the first couple years or so. All that's left is wiping out the Resistance and that's been taken care of." She stared at him, her expression softening to one of surprising affection. "How old are you now?"
He focused back on his game. "About eighteen."
"Well, that is good to know." With another wave of her slender hand, the hardware turned off.
Raimundo, snapped out of his trance, glowered at the woman. "Wuya, what was that for?"
"I never did get to thank you all those years ago."
Raimundo extended his arms. "I'd say you've thanked me pretty well."
She put his arms down. "No, I mean…have you ever had a girlfriend?"
The young man wasn't sure how to answer that. He was never shy about his feelings for girls, except for this one girl with whom he might've had a chance if things had gone differently; if he hadn't jeopardized the only chance--
"Well?" The sugar left Wuya's voice, replaced with impatience.
Raimundo nervously shook his head. "No. Never."
In the blink of an eye, Wuya's dress reshaped itself into a black bra and miniskirt, an action that was not lost on the young man.
"Whoa!" He reared back. "What was that?"
"This is how I've always wanted to thank you." She arose from her seat and strutted around him. "You find me attractive." It was less an inquiry than a statement of fact. Whenever she visited, she'd always caught him staring at her. She said nothing, opting instead to make her outfits skimpier with each visit.
"I guess. Well, yeah. You are pretty."
In one fluid motion, Wuya lowered herself to Raimundo's position, her green eyes boring into him. "I'm gorgeous."
"Well, yes you are. I just never…considered…" The young man started to stammer. No woman had ever been this forward with him.
"Well, I have." She laced her fingers around his forearm. "Working out, are we?"
"Yeah. I…the instinct never really goes away, you know?"
Her other hand tousled his hair. "To be honest, this talk is boring. I'm here. You're here. I'm gorgeous. You realize it."
Raimundo's eyes widened. What his benefactor was suggesting became crystal clear to him. "Whoa." He closed his eyes as started to shake his head. "I'm not sure if--"
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Raimundo didn't see anything happen, but he certainly felt it. He opened his eyes. He was currently lying in his bed. His eyes traveled to the other side of the mattress.
"I thought you'd never get here." Wuya was lying on her side, a coy look on her face.
"Whoa!", he exclaimed as he leapt from the bed. "I-I really don't think I like where this is going."
Wuya simply stood up. "First time?" The Heylin witch mentally removed her bra. She didn't even wait for the young man to answer. Somehow, she just knew. With a wave of her hand, his shirt was gone.
Raimundo wasn't one for blushing, but it was tough to avoid upon looking down at his bare chest…and glancing at Wuya's didn't make things any easier.
She advanced on him, her chest intimidating him into a corner. "Don't worry, Raimundo." He tried to back away, but the walls wouldn't allow it. Wuya leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I'll be gentle."
"Gentle…" Raimundo processed the word as if he heard it for the very first time. Wuya planted her lips onto his. The young man's resistance melted away as he held onto the witch. She jammed her tongue into his mouth, pinning his with minimal difficulty.
The two of them sunk to the bed, Wuya on top of Raimundo. She held his arms down and, once again, kissed him.
Raimundo took a few shallow breaths. "I don't know about…"
Wuya silenced him with a slender finger upon his lips. With a wave of her hand, a pair of pants flew behind her. Her liege laid almost bare.
"Just let me be good to you." Her fingers hooked the band of her boxers and started to tug.
"I know you will, Kimiko." Raimundo was surprised at what came out of his mouth. The dreamy look on Wuya's face shifted to one of utter shock.
She shook her head slightly. "What did you call me?"
Raimundo shrugged. "I…don't know. What did I call you?"
"Kimiko. That scrawny brat you used to fight alongside."
"Her?" Raimundo couldn't lie to himself; there had been small inklings of…something between him and the girl. If he hadn't ignored her tearful pleas of mercy all those years ago, who knows what may have happened? "I've just about forgotten about her."
"Are you sure?"
"Completely."
"Now…", she rasped. "The fun can begin."
"Ohhhh." He rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait, Kimiko."
Wuya released the elastic and gave Raimundo a hard look. "You did it again."
He shrugged. "What?" The witch said nothing as she stood up.
"If you love her so much, perhaps you can join her!" Before he could react, Raimundo felt himself engulfed by green flame. His agonizing screams were music to Wuya's pointed ears. She started to chuckle. Before long, the body on the bed lay motionless and the chuckling had mutated into full-on cackling.
The wicked laughter reverberated throughout the enclosure.
