Bound by Wings
dedication: I wanna dedicate this chapter too my darker self, Yami Yimi, who likes to come out and have fun every once in a while, especially with Yami Yugi.
note: Akarui means light. Like Hikari
Warning: LEMON LEMON LEMON LEMON LEMON
^^ means thinking
*(^*^)* means change in point of view
chapter 1
I walked down the street, hands in my pockets. It was a brisk October morning, and I had gone on a walk. It was very pretty. The leaves were a golden orange, pumpkins and decorations were already set out, and there wasn't a soul in sight. It's times like this that a girl could really get used too. I spotted the old park that I used too play in about a block away so I detoured over there. I sighed at memories of my youth as I sat down on the swings. I laughed and pumped my legs, remembering contests I would get in with boys who could jump from the highest point. I didn't jump, but I got really high up. I started slowing down when I felt a prickle on the base on my neck. I screeched too a halt and looked around. Nobody was near me. ^Must be my imagination.^ I thought. ^Your being crazy, Akarui^. I fast walked out of the park though. It felt like someone was watching me.
*(^*^)*
She was the one. The one I was waiting for. I stood in the bushes, watching her swing higher and higher. The sun caught her and her true light shone for a split second, but that was enough for me too see. I saw the magnificent, pure white wings inside of her. I had a gift too see the inner wings of a person. Mine where midnight black, hers were whiter than snow. I smiled, it was a perfect Yin and Yang fit, her and I. I would make her mine, no matter what. I walked silently out of the bushes and into my van, a plan formulating in my head as she walked away. ^It's for the best Yami.^ I thought as I drove in the opposite direction. I parked and looked through the needed items. A silk blindfold, a clean white cloth for a gag, and a soft cotton pillowcase as a bag. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
*(^*^)*
I certainly never saw it coming, much less heard him. One second I'm quickly walking home, the next second, something is over my eyes and in mouth. I felt a bag of some sort be pulled over my head. I tried too scream but I had a gag in my mouth. Something picked me up, but it wasn't rough or forceful. It was gentle, almost loving . They carried me bridal style and I tried to hit and kick. But whenever I made contact, my attacker didn't seem to notice. I heard a door slide open ^A van?^ I thought, then I felt myself gently be set down. I was about to fight back when the most intoxicating scent over took me. It was somebody's cool breath, but it was sweet and amazing and... I passed out before I could finish.
I woke up on somebody's bed. That was the first thing I noticed through the fog that covered my brain. I was groggy, and could barely open my eyes. The second thing was that somebody was softly running their fingers across my stomach, tracing small patterns around my belly button. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I sat up quickly only to be yanked down after an inch by my wrists, which were above my head.
"What the...?" I cried as I hit the soft mattress again. I looked up and saw I was chained too the bed. I tried too move my legs but they were chained too. I struggled too free one of my limbs when I noticed something. I saw I had a been stripped down too a bra and underwear. Lacy, white, and very, very sexy. Not something I would have ever owned in this life time, or any others. I looked away from my half-naked body and looked at the man who had been stroking my stomach. I gasped in shock. Saying he was beautiful would be the biggest understatement in the history of the world. He was perfect in every sense of the word. He had piercing, thoughtful, deep violet eyes with a slight hint of red. His blonde bangs fell across his face. He had spiked up black hair with a magenta highlight. More blonde streaks stood strait up against it. His chest was perfectly sculpted, like a God, and his arms were strong. ^wait, chest?^ I took a look at his whole body and looked quickly away. He wasn't wearing any clothes. He leaned in close too my face and held his hand against my cheek. I could have screamed, I could have struggled against it, but I didn't I was lost in this strangers eyes. His breath smelled exactly like the scent from the van. He smiled lustfully at me. My breath quickened.
"W~who are y~y~y~you. W~w~what d~do you w~w~want from~m~m me?" I choked out, cursing my stutter. My mind was running with questions as I figured out what I knew. It wasn't much. I was who knows where with God knows who, chained too a bed almost naked.
"If you look deep within Akarui," he said. I shivered at the sound of my name " you will know who I am. As for what I want?"
His lips swooped down and landed on mine. I clamped my mouth shut, but his tongue licked my upper lip, probing for an entrance. I lost my focus for a split second and that was all he needed to force my mouth open. He kissed passionately. It wasn't returned.
"I want you." He gently nudged my nose with his and swept me into another kiss. I blushed so hard a girl scout could have started a fire simply by touching a stick too my cheek. The mystery man smiled. "Your going to make this difficult, aren't you?" He asked. I clamped my mouth shut and tried, unsuccessfully, to cover up. I managed to adjust my position maybe an inch before the chains reached their limit. He laughed softly, darkly, then kissed my neck. "Don't you feel it? You are the purest light. You are Hikari. While I am the strongest darkness. I am Yami." He whispered in my ear.
"Y~y~your name is Yami?" I asked.
"Yes, Akarui, and you." He said, stroking my face "are mine."
I whimpered in pain as he bit into my neck, but just as quickly his tongue was soothing the hickey. I fought back screams, I didn't cry. His arms ran up and down my torso, while he continued to kiss every exposed area.
"L~leave me a~a~alone" I whispered, hoping too make him stop. It didn't work. If anything, he became more fierce. His arms crushing around my shoulders, mouth working furiously, trying to get some response from me.
"I wont give up, small one." He said. I shivered at the words. "I want too hear you scream. For mercy, for more, scream my name."
I held my resolve as his hands slid down my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and continued to feel me up. I bit my lip as his hands moved in a more downward direction. I gasped involuntarily when he groped me. He continued his work when he suddenly yanked down the revealing panties and lay on top of me, I felt him put a finger in my girly enterance smallest bit. He brought his face to my stomach and I screamed. It hurt really bad. He seemed pleased and slowed down on the attacks, but his face moved so close to mine. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't move. I shut my eyes and prayed for the end.
*(^*^)*
The light radiating off of her was magnificent, yet she was conserved. Desperate to get a response, I pulled down the lingerie around her waist and set myself gently on top of her, pushing a finger in in ever so gently, so not to alarm her. I softly bit down on her stomach and she did scream. The sound was so beautiful, so erotic, yet depressing. A tortured angel. I eased up on the kissing and biting, not wanting to cause her too much pain. I looked at the small girl, and brought my face close too her. She closed her eyes and I groaned. I would need to practice more if I was making her fall asleep. I wanted her,needed her. and yet she couldn't feel it. My mind raced furiously, trying to think of some kind of way to make her become active. Not knowing more to do, I pushed a second finger in and her eyes flew open. I could tell she was holding back a scream. I smiled and lay behind her, massaging my way deeper and depper in until I got deep enough and...
"YA~MI!" She screamed. Exactly as I wanted her too, everything I needed. I went at it again and again. She continued screaming, alternating from my name and bloody murder. After a few minutes of this I gave her a break. She panted heavily and would have been curled in a fetal position if it weren't for the chains. I looked her up and down, the beautiful being she was. I glanced at her forearm, hoping too see the symbol. But alas no. I would know when she was mine, as she would know when I was hers. I stroked the small crease between her thigh and her waist, and she gave a small moan of pleasure. I found her sensitive spot, and I was going to take advantage of that. I stroked her, gently running the tips of my fingers over her skin. She shivered at points, and gasped at others. I looked through a small window and saw the moon close to setting. I felt drowsy, but I must not fall asleep. I wanted to experience the pureness of her soul, see the light radiating off of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and set my head on her stomach, which had grown to be my favorite spot on her. I fell asleep in minutes.