A/N: This story is a work of fiction. Fanfiction.
I am not anyway in favor of redhead dickgirls raping the coming Apocalypse. I promise.
Read and Review, do it for the planet.
"For the last time! I'm not…"
Fang had to stop mid-sentence to catch her breath. It was hard for her to speak with the proper strength in her voice after she'd been fighting for her life for what felt like hours.
"I'm not Ragnarok!"
She had been out hunting for the better part of the day and hunting in Gran Pulse was no simple task. There were always a myriad of beast to be slain along the way, some that did not provide meat that was desirable, so Fang unfortunately had to slay them and move on. It was after a particularly strenuous battle with a pack of Flan that Fang found herself under attack by a woman of the likes of whom she'd never seen before.
The woman had brutish strength but it would be a lie to describe her as a brute. Really she fit the descriptions of goddesses of the old mythology. Her short shoulder length wavy red hair perfectly haloed the face of an angel, her green eyes were sharp and just a bit dazzling if Fang were to be honest, and her low bridged rounded nose shadowed healthy thin lips. She was tall, about Fang's height if not slightly taller and though she was thin, it was clear by the definition in her arms that there was no lack of muscle in her build. She'd be popular back home that much was for sure. The one flaw Fang could see in her farm was the scar that started in the brow of her right eye and ended on her cheek bone. But Scars were attractive where she came from.
"Maybe you aren't," She responded in her husky tone, she didn't even sound tired. Whereas Fang was dripping with sweat the woman seemed like she was still just warming up. "Not yet, but I know what the future holds for you, Ragnarok."
The woman launched herself forward with at a speed Fang knew no Yun could match, her Halberd coming down hard against Fang's lance, causing the vibrations to rock painfully through Fang's palms and down her arms. Her fatigue had altered the grip on her spear and thus her defense suffered. With a wince she pushed into the woman's Halberd and jumped back, getting back into her offensive stance though the woman made no moves to advance, she simply rested her weapon on her shoulder and grinned smugly.
"I'd heard stories about the great Oerba Yun Fang, strongest Yun in all of Oerba. I see why you are held in such esteem, most would of fallen by now."
Fang grit her teeth at the backhanded compliment, part of her knew that this woman was just trying to get under her skin. She had chosen to attack Fang at the end of a grueling fight just to make it easier for herself, it was a slap in the face for her to try and pretend that she was truly facing the "Strongest Yun in all of Oerba" in her current state.
However instead of letting her anger be her voice Fang thought of another approach.
"So you are here to kill me based off the belief that I am Ragnarok?" Fang tried not to sound condescending, but it was difficult not to. The motivation for her attack was just so baffling to her.
"Kill you? What makes you think I'd want to do that?"
Fang gave the woman an incredulous look. This woman hadn't been pulling punches, each swing of her Halberd had carried a killer's intent. Fang would like to believe that she could tell when someone was trying to kill her or not.
"I'm just trying to see if you are a suitable mate. So far you are smashing my expectations Yun."
Fang couldn't believe what she was hearing, she'd been around long enough to know that this wasn't how courting worked, you don't garner affection by trying to kill someone. Fang shook her head.
"Sorry, but you aren't my type. I don't even know your name."
Fang dismissed, taking a cautionary step back when the woman lowered her Halberd from her shoulder, Fang wasn't sure if this was an aggressive move or not, but she was outmatched, she couldn't take the chance.
"I hear that Yun love to fuck and fight, I promise that I'm the best at both. As for my name, I go by Beryl."
It sounded like the type of name a woman like her would have, it implied the sort of strength that she exuded, but still Fang shook her head.
"I tend not to lay with those who attack me unprovoked."
Fang's mind told her that the smart thing to do would be to take the woman's offer, and rut with her even if she didn't want to. It was better than dying which was a likely alternative. She didn't see herself defeating this woman, not in her current state. But she had her pride.
"That's fine," Beryl spoke easily slipping back into her stance, a grin coming to her face. "I was expecting you to fight it at first."
As the implications of Beryl's words dawned on her. Fang had to begin fighting for life once again. Beryl charged her once more and her attacks were a lot fiercer this time around, Fang was unable to find moments which she could strike back, she was constantly blocking and deflecting with the hopes that she'd be able to find an opening but none came, Beryl pushed her back more and more, and Fang found herself losing track of her surroundings so much so that she was pathing towards tree and had no clue until her back had smacked into it.
Finding herself trapped between a rock and a hard place so to speak Fang had to make a stand so when Beryl's Halberd came down again, Fang caught it in the mouth of her lance. This brought a pause to the action and Fang used it to catch her breath before trying to twist her lance and disarm her foe. Fang expected a struggle or perhaps for the first time she expected Beryl to step back, but instead Beryl abandoned her Halberd in favor of striking Fang with her hand, directly to the gut. Hard.
Fang's lance joined Beryl's Halberd on the ground as she doubled over in pain her hands clutching at her stomach. She tried desperately to suck air into her lungs because she had been successfully winded, but it was a difficult task. Her current state left her defenseless and Beryl took advantage of that, Fang didn't see the next strike coming, but it rendered her world black.
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Fang woke up to see Beryl hovering over her, with Fang's on lance clutched in her hands, she was placing one of the ends into the dirt, above her head and Fang could feel a weight on her wrist as she did so. Drowsily Fang looked above her and saw that her hands were tied above her head and that Beryl was using her spear to pin them.
"What…" Fang cut her own question short in favor of groaning, her jaw hurt like hell.
"Isn't it obvious?" Beryl answered Fang's incomplete question, settling down to sit on Fang's hips a broad smile on her lips. "I'm just making sure you won't run away from me."
Beryl traced her fingers along Fang's arms towards her torso and Fang couldn't help the shiver that rocked through her.
"So you're just going to rape me?" Fang asked disgust clear in her voice.
Beryl paused at that rocking back a little bit her mouth twisting a bit.
"Don't say it like that."
Fang glared at the woman above her who had the nerve to look sheepish.
"How else should I say it?" Fang demanded bucking her hips trying to push Beryl off of her.
"How about we make a deal?" Beryl grunted keeping her balance atop of Fang
"What kind of deal?" It was clear in her tone that she didn't trust Beryl one bit.
"Give me just five minutes with you and at the end of those minutes, we'll see how you feel about continuing."
Fang didn't like this deal.
"And if I don't want to continue?" She asked.
"I'll let you go, and you will never see me again." Beryl said grinning, as though she had won simply by getting Fang to talk about this deal.
"What if I refuse the whole thing?" Fang felt she already knew the answer, but if this woman was willing to negotiate on any level Fang had to go for a better deal.
"I won't let you run from me Fang."
That was the answer Fang had been expecting. She closed her eyes exhaling heavily. Her mind went back to her earlier thoughts of surrendering her body for her own survival. Was this really so much different? Wasn't it better? Five minutes and she'd be free, that sounded like a winner now especially when she had been expecting to give up so much earlier.
"Please," Beryl almost begged her husky voice thick with her want. "I'm so hard for you, don't deny me."
Fang eyes widened. "Hard for me?"
"Five minutes." That was the answer Fang's question received.
Fang sighed through her nose, feeling herself deflate.
"Five minutes." She spoke herself.
As soon as she relented Beryl hands were within her Sari pulling it down from her chest, and lifting her black halter top over her chest. Fang's breast sprung free, and Beryl stopped to stare at them as thought they were mountains of gold.
"Gods you're beautiful." She gasped and instantly her paws were upon Fang. "Sorry I can't do this properly, but I am under a time limit."
Fang felt Beryl's tongue on one of her nipples and closed her eyes and tried to ignore the feeling.
Instead of focusing on the wind as it rapidly cooled Beryl's saliva on her skin, or the feeling of the woman's warm mouth on her breast. Fang instead tried focusing on keeping track of the time, counting away the minutes in her head until she could blow the whistle and get this woman away from her.
It messed with Fang mentally that she didn't feel repulsed by what this woman was doing, if she were honest with herself she would admit that Beryl's ministrations weren't unpleasant at all.
Fang sighed through her nose again when she felt Beryl traveling lower, she tried to tune out the sounds of the woman kissing down her stomach as well as the feeling of her tongue in her belly button, and she knew where the woman's destination lied, and thinking about it was only messing up her count.
A shaky breath was released from her when Beryl's hands found her legs, pushing them open, she squirmed a bit arching her back as her breath filled her, she couldn't tell if it was anticipation or apprehension that was seizing her in the moment, but Beryl seemed to think it was the former.
"Stay calm," She soothed as her fingers worked up Fangs thighs and to her hips, pulling her black panties down her legs. Fang could no longer keep her eyes closed, but she couldn't look at Beryl either, so she looked off to the side, watching how the wind moved the grass in the field.
The sound of a deep inhale caught her attention and she turned to see that Beryl had pressed her undergarments to her nose and was breathing deeply their scent. For some reason the sight brought a flush to her face.
"Don't do that." Fang mumbled unable to meet Beryl's gaze when the woman grinned at her cheekily.
"Why not? You don't smell bad at all, in fact I'd go as far to say your scent reminds me of home."
Fang didn't even want to begin thinking about where Beryl could possibly be from. But at the very least she placed Fang panties to the side so she'd accomplished that, however in hindsight Fang should of let the pervert continue sniffing them, it would have caused her to waste of Beryl's limited time. Instead she was now settling between Fang's Legs.
"I'd never expect a Yun to take a razor to her mons, but this little patch of fur is very cute. I like it."
Fang shook her head.
"Just get it over with."
Two minutes. That all she had to get through, and then she could return home and start pretending that this day never happened. Just two more minutes.
"Gladly, I've been eager to taste you from the moment I laid eyes on you."
"Stop talking about it!" Fang tried to keep the whine out of her voice but it was hard, she felt humiliated.
"I don't think I will, the flush on your skin is delicious," Beryl silenced herself by occupying her tongue with a long lick to Fang's lower lips. "But not as delicious as your sweet little pussy."
Fang swallowed heavily as Beryl continued to eat her out. Her body was at war with the thoughts in her head. Her mind demanded that her body hate every moment of this, but her body reacted to Beryl ministrations in ways that she couldn't control, it forced Fang to admit that Beryl was amazing with her tongue, the warmth of her mouth on Fang's sex was like nothing the Yun had ever experienced, and the way her fingers played across Fang's inner thighs, tickling her fresh causing her legs to tremble, it was all too much for her to handle.
"You're wet." Beryl informed and the more Fang wanted to deny it, the more she had to concede that it was the truth. She wasn't naïve to her own arousal, no how matter how much she wished she could be.
"Are you going to keep pretending that you aren't starting to enjoy this?" Beryl challenged.
"You have a minute."
Beryl chuckled, her warm breath blowing against her wetness.
"I guess I do."
Fang let out a gasp when she felt Beryl's fingers at her entrance. Her wetness allowed Beryl to easily slip two of them into her, Fang squirmed unused to this feeling as Beryl began to pump in and out of her, her fingers dancing upon the nerves of Fang's inside. She was running her tongue back up Fang's body. The Yun spared a glance downwards for the first time and saw Beryl licking past her rib cage to the swell of her breast once again, but she didn't linger on Fang's hardened nipples, instead she moved towards Fang's shoulder her tongue running over the bare pit of Fang's arm. The Yun huntress couldn't help but increase her squirming, and Beryl noticed her discomfort, she could see a smirk on the wicked woman's lips as she moved upwards to suck on Fang's neck.
"You act as though you've never had someone appreciate your body in this way." Beryl whispered her teeth nipping at Fang's jaw line, she spoke as though it were a crying shame. Fang tried turning her face away to escape Beryl's roaming mouth but the woman used her free hand to capture Fang's jaw holding her still and placing a kiss to Fang's lips. Beryl's tongue invaded her mouth and she could taste herself on the slippery muscle, but more than that she could feel herself engaging the kiss, unconsciously taking part in the dance of tongues with this woman.
With more force this time Fang turned away, her senses now running rampant as the hand between her legs struck a particular nerve that had her hips bucking searching for me.
"Don't kiss me!" She gasped trying to make it sound like an order but the way it came out made it sound like she was begging and rightfully so. Beryl chuckled again, a sound Fang was becoming familiar.
"Why not?" Beryl whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe just enough to be painful, the contrast between the pain and the fires of pleasure between her legs caused an involuntary moan to bubble from Fang's chest.
"It's too intimate." Fang admitted, before cringing at the feeling of Beryl's tongue in her ear.
"I want to get intimate with you Fang." Beryl insisted "You've made me so hard I can feel it making a mess in my pants. I want to bury myself in you Fang, I want to get lost in you, deep in you. I want to leave you sore come morning, and I want every ache to remind you of me.
"W-what are you talking about?" With each declaration Beryl's fingers in her worked harder and faster, Fang had to squeeze her thighs together to try and slow the woman's pumping but doing so only caused her walls to clamp down on those digits and that only made the feeling more defined.
"I'm talking about fucking you Fang. Making you mine."
Fang shook her head, woman didn't talk like that at least not so vividly, her words filled Fang with visions of Beryl between her legs actually fucking her. It was a sensory overload, and pressure between her legs started to build up, Fang struggled now trying to dislodge the spear that held her down, but Beryl held her arms down by her wrist to keep her from struggling.
"I can feel it, you're close aren't you?"
Beryl was pulling at her insides, coaxing Fang, trying to make her dance, and like a puppet on a string Fang was doing it.
"You're begging for me, not with your words, but you're clenching around me. I can feel the quake of your muscles fluttering. "
The red head was looking down at her hungrily and it was impossible for Fang to meet her eyes.
"I want to make you cum for me," Beryl said pressing her face into Fang's cheek. "I know you are on the verge of letting me hear that beautiful voice of yours in a different tone…. But I'm out of time."
Fang's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that Beryl would actually stop on her own accord, let alone bring up their deal. But there was a lot of things that were happening today that she'd never believe to be possible.
"I know what our deal was, but you aren't going to call it here are you?"
For once Beryl's voice was void of that arrogance that had been grating on Fang's nerves since the moment she met her. It gave the Yun a sense of power that she shouldn't have access to in her current state, bound with her Sari half stripped from her with a strangers fingers buried deep in her. She was almost drunk with this feeling of control, or maybe she was drunk with something else. Left feeling delirious by the ache between her legs, Beryl had been right, she had been so close and now that those fingers had stopped their sweet rhythm within her she was yearning for more. She tried to subtly rock her hips on Beryl fingers, deciding to ride the wave.
Of course Beryl felt it and Fang saw a grin spread across her face, her confidence returning.
"Tell me to stop, say you don't want it." She posed it as a challenge as if she knew those words were ones that Fang couldn't utter.
"I can't."
Maybe she wasn't too far off in that assumption.
"Tell me to keep going, tell me how much you want me. Be honest with yourself and with me."
Fang shook her head, those were also words that she could not utter, but Beryl didn't seem to need to hear them because her fingers were moving within Fang again, as she began her work she tried coaxing a response from Fang.
"Tell me to stop," This time it was a command. "Tell me, or there is no telling what I might do."
Fang opened her mouth to speak but closed it her teeth catching her bottom lip. Giving a face to how torn she was feeling inside, she tried again but this time her teeth caught her tongue as she abandoned her second attempt, her pink muscle poking through her pearly whites for Beryl to see. That seemed to be all the go ahead that the other woman needed.
"You can be honest with me Fang." Beryl informed her as she leaned in and captured those unsure lips. "Though I suppose, you are informing me in a way. You're body is very honest."
Fang jerked violently when Beryl's began tracing circles around her clit with the flat of her thumb, the roughness of her print cause white lights to flash in Fang's eyes.
"But I won't torture you anymore. I've got what I've wanted, now I'll give you what you want."
Beryl spread herself within Fang's hot wetness, curling into her, Fang gasped and clenched around Beryl's fingers so hard that she couldn't believe she hadn't broken them, she was surprised even more that she could still feel Beryl pumping into her.
"Say my name." Beryl demanded, but Fang ignored her in favor of hissing at the tightness in her lower stomach tightness that amounted to pressure that eventually boiled over. The dam within her broke and she found herself coming undone, flowing onto Beryl's fingers and the earth below her, she felt like she was being lifted by her lower half, either by Beryl fingers or her own legs. Perhaps both, though Beryl was flattening her arm against Fang's body trying to hold her down.
There was a wheezing noise coming from Fang, her teeth grit as she tried to hold down any sounds of pleasure that her body fought to release, she saw through squinted eyes how Beryl raised a brow at this, a quirky grin on her beautiful features showing that Fang had just stroked her ego in another way.
For minutes after Fang found herself gasping for air starring up at the azure sky, Beryl's fingers were still within her, adding a now familiar fullness to her nether region, it was raising an inch in her that was raising the need to squirm within her. Fang knew if she did the sensation would send her down a road she couldn't return from.
"Beryl." Fang spoke the woman's name for the first time, her own voice was husky, matching the other warrior's, though Fang's tone was undeniably caused by the orgasm she'd just endured.
"Yes?" Beryl was grinning at her clearly pleased to have Fang calling her name.
"You're fingers." Fang spoke playing the pronoun game, hoping Beryl would infer her meaning, she didn't of course, or perhaps she did and just pretended not to.
"I don't think you're ready for another round just yet." She teased, snickering at the glare Fang tried to give her under lidded eyes.
"Take them out of me." Fang grunted, a sound she repeated when Beryl slid out of her. The red head held up her soaked digits looking at them glistening in the sun light, she spread them apart looking at the streams of Fang's pleasure that connected them wetly, she brought them to her mouth and cleaned them.
Fang blushed at the sight of Beryl licking her off of her fingers and she shied away from the woman's glance when Beryl turned to her, but a hand on her cheek again halted her retreat, she looked back to Beryl who was smirking at her again, but it was a different kind of smirk, more possessing. Predatory.
"I have you now, you know that right?"
Fang gulped, it shook her to know that she had lost her ability to decline what came next. Yun were people of their word. Fang was no different, no matter what the bind her word got her into. This was also something that Beryl already knew.
"I'm going to ruin you."
