Hana: Oh-
Megumi: -snatches the keyboard from Hana- Don't read this. This is a Rated M story!
Hana: FTW?!
Amu: Language!
Ikuto: -smirks- Now.. Write the story you just wrote miss?
Megumi: Megumi! Just call me Meg -shooing Hana away-
Hana: Hey! This is my account!
Megumi: And I don't care! I- I mean we doesn't own Shugo Chara! and Vocaloid!
Today...she came, dressed in purple kimono. She wore her straight purple locks down on her shoulders. She was graceful, slowly walking down the floor...as I held out my hand to reach her...
It was a fine morning, the shine shone so brightly and beautiful in the horizon. Birds were chirping on the trees, flowers bloom in their most beautiful and vibrant colors, the insects were busy with their daily routines. In short, it was a fine normal day.
Or so it seems that way.
He was walking down the street in the town of Asmodin as usual, that striking man...an aristocrat in class, defined by his expensive clothing, his dazzling jewels, and just the way he carries himself. And as usual, he gives that warm greetings to everyone. Yes, that man, with that beautiful midnight blue hair, was loved by the people of Asmodin...the grand duke Ikuto.
He was more known as the Duke of Venomania. Presumably because his beauty was beyond compare, and that it was like a 'venom'...a poison...
...to every girls who looks at him.
It can't be helped though. Women, girls, ladies...as long as you're in the category of a female specie, you will surely fall for him. He has that charm and beauty loved by all. A deadly poison for women...and envied by men.
He lives in that castle up the hill, overlooking the duke.
He was staring at her back. She wore a peasant's robe, and her hair was tied down in pigtails.
"She got a beautiful curve..." he thought as his eyes goes down to her hips.
The girl probably noticed his presence so she turned her back. She was amazed who was observing her and turns red. She bows down as a sign of greeting and respect.
"Indeed...a beauty,' he smiled. And then, that sinister smile behind his mind, "...i want her,"
He smiled at her again.
"Beautiful..." he smoothly said.
"Yes...they're freshly picked sire, uhm...you want them?" She asked. He chuckled with her answer.
"Ah...fresh. I like that the most...and yes," he moved towards her, almost kissing her, which caught her off guard, "...and I WANT IT...very much," then he winked at her. He distanced himself a little then gave her a tulip...much to her suprised. She blushed.
"H-How many do you want, sire?" she asked.
"If you could tell me your name, I will tell you how many I want," he said.
"U-uhmm...Hoshina Utau..." she shyly said.
"Saaa...Utau, such a beautiful name..." he paused for a bit, then the peasant girl looked at him, "...could you send me all of it?"
There was a moment of silent between them. She was like being hypnotized.
What a beautiful eyes he has...it's almost like, a polished orb of cobalt blue. I want to reach it, I want it to be mine...
No...not that.
It's him...
I want him...
I want him to be mine...
I want him to look only me...I want him to kiss me...to be embraced by him..
What am I talking about? Why am I feeling this? What's this? No...
It feels like I'm burning...My whole body is burning, its hot...why does it aches?
I want him to ease this feeling...DUKE!
"...miss, are you okay?" he called out to her. She snaps out of it then shyly turns her eyes away from the duke.
"I-I'm sorry sire, I must be tired...uhm, I'll send your orders to your place, is it alright?"
He didn't answer. He looked worried at her.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I am...thank you so much for your concern sire, I'm not worthy of it," she said.
He smiled sweetly to her, then picks up a tulip and inserted it between her hair and her left ear.
"I'll be waiting for it," then he goes off walking down the street again.
"...and i'll be waiting for you," he smirked.
Three days later, Utau, the peasant girl who works in that flower shop did not report on her work...she had gone missing.
On that night, in the castle up the hill...also known as the Tyrian castle, Ikuto sits on his chair facing the was enjoying his glass of red wine. He was enjoying the flickering amber, as it looks like, it was dancing in the hearth. A smile crosses between his thin lips. Then he drank his wine again, as drops of it began to trickle from his mouth, down to his neck and then to his bare chest...
"...that's not good..sire," said a girl, who was suddenly kneeling in front of him. He looks at her.
The girl was Utau...the flower girl he mets three days ago. She came in the Tyrian castle...just as he expected.
He smiled again. She was wearing the white lingerie he told her to wear...a sexy lingerie, that almost hides nothing.
"And what should we do about it?' he asked her as he reached out a few strands of her blonde mane, and brought them to his lips and kissed.
"I shall clean you up..." she said. Then she began to licked down his skin where the stain of the wine was visible...slowly.
She began to licked his stomach, around his navel. He began to gasp for air as the sensation of her tongue touches his bare skin. She moves slowly, taking her time to lick every drops of it,going upward until she reaches the base of his throat. This time around, Ikuto was starting to gasp and breath heavily. Then she stops, and caressed his face. Then she began to licked the sides of his mouth...then kissed his mouth. Ikuto positioned her so she could be sitting on his lap.
It was as light as feather at first, then she began to move her mouth as Ikuto teaches her how to do it...he was guiding her. It was a long and passionate kiss.
"You're unfair..." he said as soon as he stops kissing her, "...you should be cleaned too,"
"I just took a bath sire..." she said.
"Really? Then, how about this?" he raised his goblet of wine and pour it slowly...seductively on Mikulia's chest. The wine, as red as blood, runs down from her chest, down to her legs. It leaves a stain on her gown...on her feverish skin.
Utau, gasp for air, as the cold wine runs down in her body. There was something on how the wine runs down through her body, as if it was delicately caressing her. It was a nice sensation.
"Ah...nice expression," he said, "so...how about I clean you up this time?"
Utau didn't answer. She just stares at him blankly, having that wanton look on her face...on her dead eyes.
It really doesn't matter anymore, nothing's really matter...I WANT HIM...NOW!
Ikuto grabbed her hips, closer to his. Then he started to licked the wine from her neck. His hands runs from her hips down to her back, pushing her more towards him. His fingers expertly tangled the straps down her delicate shoulders and pushed them down as he licked her down towards her chest.
Utau didn't know where to throw her head anymore as new sensations was enveloping her whole being right now. She wants him to lick her skin more. She wants to feel him more. She was trying so hard to suppress that feeling, building up in her throat, but its too much to hold. She can't control it anymore. She arched her body as sweet sensations was finally released from her throat.
It was painful...it was sweet. She grabbed unto him because she's afraid that she might fall into the depths unknown to her. He was breathing hard..so was her. He was sweating, but she thought it was kind of sexy. In front of the flickering ember, their shadows, were dancing in the ryhthym of a sinful ritual, in one swift moment, of where beings were became together as one.
The heated moment died. And there, two souls lying together in front of the fireplace. Ikuto stood up, walked towards were the bottle of wine was, didn't even bother to wrap his nakedness. He pour another servings to his goblet. He went back to his chair, and stared at the sleeping Utau, naked in the carpet. He smiled...wickedly. He put his hand under his chin and his elbow on the armrest of the chair. He drank his wine, taking time to savor its aroma...its exquisite taste. The fire reflecting on his cobalt blue eyes were dancing, as if he just won another battle...another victory.
Humans are weak beings. More than ever, the call of someone's pleasure, someone's libido, will turn everyone upside-down. And that's the end of it. There's no control once it takes over of one's mind, of one's the heat started off, and you feel someone's warmth on your skin...there's no turning back. It will be too late. The call for a carnal desire was an easy task for him.
After all...
...he was made to do that...
...in exchange for his soul...right?
He sipped his wine again.
This is what I desired most...the thing I only wanted. All of them are going to beg to me...all of them...including her.
He reached out a parchment lying from his side table. This was what was written on it:
Serial Disappearances of Females in the area of Asmodin -Missing Persons List Vol.1-
Yuiki Yaya - 20 / Tailor
Hoshina Utau - 18 / Peasant
de Morcelle Lulu - 32 /Dancer
Hatoba Yuki - 28 / Fortune Teller
Jinrui Yuka - 22 / Unemployed
Mizutani Hinako - 19 / Aristocrat
Sakurai Yua - 30 / Domestic Helper
Kyousei Eriko - 24 / Baker
Torii Mifuyu - 31 / Soldier
His gripped on the parchment tightened. He was trembling...and then he burst out with laughter. A very loud laughter, like a thunder. He was really enjoying this moment.
"Fools..all of them were fools! Lowly fools!" he said as he laughs to his hearts content. Then he throws the parchment into the hearth. He still laughs, "...well, we only just began. The night is still young...right, ladies?"
He turns behind, and came walking down were girls...eight of them..wearing the most sensual clothings and lingeries...almost nothing.
In the castle of Tyrian, where the striking duke lived, not known to anyone, not a soul...its where he was building his harem...
...of lost women of Asmodin.
Megumi: Well? done!
Ikuto: Le-
Hana: STFU!
Amu: -pats Hana's head- shh... Watch your language.
Hana: But she wrote a.. a L.. the L word!
Ikuto: Lemon? -smirks-
Megumi: Just review, follow ETC.. Done!
Ikuto: Review and HanaLoid's cousin will write more stories with lemons. -smirks-
Megumi: Ja ne..
Hana: NO MORE! NO-