Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts series, Square Enix, or Disney.
A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'm really sorry. I'm still trying to get back into the fanfic mood, and I got alot of college stuff I have to do...
When Larxene had first met Namine, she immediately thought she had finally found a girl who wouldn't be able to put up a fight if she were raped by another woman.
Boy, was the Savage Nymph ever wrong about that.
The first time she attempted to force the witch to make love to her, the older blonde barely made it out with her life. She had several pencils jabbed deeply into her face and chest, one of her eyes were swollen shut, and her entire right hand was broken. She wasn't even able to properly wield her knives for about a month. Due to her slightly unstable S&M personality, however, Larxene found this act of overwhelming violence towards her to be quite a turn-on. Thus, once Vexen informed her that all of her wounds had healed, the first thing she did was rush on over to Namine's room on the top floor of Castle Oblivion.
The second time was even worse than the first. Namine had no interest in losing her innocence to anyone, especially not to another woman, or at least that's what she claimed. The fight lasted for about three hours, and when it was all over, poor Larxene was left lying outside the door in a broken heap. If Demyx hadn't stumbled upon her when he did, she would have probably died due to the damage done to her vital organs. It was the first time Vexen had ever had to extract a pencil out from deep within someone's ass.
Marluxia and Zexion did everything they could to try and convince Larxene that her attempts at getting Namine to bed were only shortening her life, except the female Nobody seemed entirely immune to all reason and common sense. By the time her new set of injuries had healed, the Savage Nymph paid yet a third visit to the young girl. All of the barriers Marluxia had set up in advance proved useless in halting the endless drive that Larxene possessed.
The third meeting between the two girls played out much differently from the last two. Instead of simply getting right to the mutilation, Namine offered Larxene a cup of tea and a seat at the table across from her. Unlike Larxene, who seemed to feed on the pain that was inflicted upon her, Namine had grown tired of this charade, and decided it was time to formulate a compromise. Namine told Larxene that she was willing to aid the woman in fulfilling her sexual needs if, in return, she did whatever Namine ordered of her. Larxene agreed to these conditions without a second thought.
So, in the end, Larxene got her loli sex, and Namine finally had someone who would wear a spiked collar and bark like a dog whenever she desired...
...but she still had to clean up after herself, of course.