"I won't forgive you."
My heart stops. The organ feels like it's missing, gouged out. Then, stabbing pain; as if I was impaled through the chest.
The shaking of my hands has spread to my shoulders. I can hear my teeth chattering.
Small hands clamp down on my shoulders. Thin arms force me back. The bed creaks from our combined weight.
"Was it fun?" She glares down at me. "Was it fun, making me cry?"
No.
I didn't want to do that. I didn't know what was happening. I just…
Nails run across my chest. Her left hand holds me down while the other scrapes across my skin.
"Do you like making me cry?" She smiles. "You've made me do it so much."
Fingers grip one of the two protrusion on my chest. Twisting and pulling, they stretch the skin and fat mercilessly.
"Does it hurt?" She pushes me down as she pulls.
It hurts. Phantom sounds of snapping and tearing flesh go through my mind.
But… something warm is flooding my chest at the same time.
An itch, somewhere deep inside my ribcage, tickles me. It tiptoes up my spine and into my skull, stopping me from stopping her. It chains my arms to the blankets, and locks all my muscles in position.
"Feel it…" She whispers in my ear, and sucks at my neck.
I feel.
The hard front incisors.
The pointy canines.
The wet lips.
The stretching of skin as she sucks.
I feel them.
"Hear it…" She whispers as she releases me for air, before clamping down again.
I hear.
The sound of her suckling.
The gulp of her throat.
The rustling of air from her nose.
The pumping of both of our hearts.
I hear them.
Warm pleasure. Like golden syrup running across brown pancakes, it covers and infiltrates my mind, filling it with sweetness.
Sweet.
Sweet Pain.
Even though it hurts, I can't push her off.
Sweet.
Sweet like syrup.
My brain laps up the warm sticky sensation Shinozaki's mouth and fingers create.
But…
It's not enough.
Like syrup, it leaves me thirsty. The more I drink the drier my throat becomes.
The more she pleasures me, the more I want. An endless loop of accelerating heat.
The warm feeling that filled my chest burns a hole through it, leaving emptiness and thirst.
My lips feel dry. My throat burns. But, I can't move.
I want more. I want more of her.
"Pervert."
Shinozaki's lips leave me as she spits the word out of her mouth.
"Are you feeling good from this?"
She glances at the guilty member, and snorts.
"This is a punishment, Kishinuma-kun."
Her fingers twist.
Pain.
It splashes me in the face, waking me from the haze.
"Feel what I feel."
She digs her nails in once, then lets go. Marked skin throbs and reddens, as she slides her hand downwards. Slim fingers trace my skin. They run across my stomach, part curly hair, and slide up the shaft.
"What do you feel?"
The question is whispered into my ear. She leans back, and smiles at the answers my body gives her; at the hardened nipples, at the pulsing organ in her hand, at the rapid panting of my chest.
My cheeks flush. Embarrassment. Shame. Betrayal. All of them mix inside me, twisting my face.
"Feel it…" She smirks at my expression, then grips.
All the emotions in my mind shatter. White lightning flashes before my eyes.
"Not yet."
Her fingers loosen, and I collapse. Nerves sputter and crackle, fried from the feverish arcing moments before.
But… I'm not released. Blood still pounds through the rod in Shinozaki's palm. Synapses, temporarily silent, start firing again.
More. More.
The feeling slams into my smoldering brain. What was I feeling before? Why am I not trying to take more?
My blurry eyes, focus on the woman leaning over me. She smirks again, then strokes me. Every millimeter she moves detonates a cell in my brain. They explode, releasing every addictive chemical into the nerves around them.
Fingers climb the rod.
Higher. Go Higher. Higher. To the top.
Sparks crackle and snap in my brain, seething to run wild down my spine. The overflowing electricity makes my waist twitch and jump.
"No…" She smiles.
Thin fingers squeeze; nails pointing downwards. Five lines of searing heat burn through the rod and into my mind.
I choke, but my body is fixed in place. She holds me in place with the organ in her hand; like a gypsy performer controlling a marionette.
"Don't." She brushes a strand of hair out of my eyes with her free hand. The fingers of her other hand relax, and gently smooth out the indented skin.
"This is my fun, Kishinuma-kun." She whispers. "My enjoyment." Her tongue flicks my ear.
She starts stroking again, and I bite my lip. My head feels like it's in a vice. The hand wrapped around the shaft might as well be surrounding my brain. Hands hold onto the blankets, twisting and pulling them.
I tried to take something without permission, and now she's returning the favor. My pleasure is her plaything.
The stroking hand continues; holding me inches away from release.
My eyes look up at her
Her body is small, almost childlike. However, I want it.
Pink nipples stand up from small, white breasts. Black hair flows down her thin neck and shoulders. Her stomach is smooth and flat, except for the depression where her navel is.
I want it. I want to touch it. The thought of touching that white skin again; to suckle on those breasts, to lick that stomach, to bury my face in that neck…
I start to sit up. Her hand pushes down on my chest, but without the guilt to chain me, it's not enough.
She frowns, and digs her nails in again.
My arms buckle, sweat beads on my forehead.
"You're really bad at learning, Kishinuma-kun." She sighs as I grunt.
"But… that just means you can't wait any longer, right?" A kiss lands on my forehead. "Alright, I'll release you. Now, shoot it all over yourself."
What?
"You heard me." Her fingers tighten. "I want you to spray all of your own body."
I don't want to. An instinctual form of shame is holding me back. I grimace at her, and blue eyes study my expression.
A snort. A dismissal, and her hand increases its speed.
"What's wrong?" She tilts her head. "You're fine with dirtying my body, right? Or do you not want to cover your own skin in your stuff?"
Blood pools in my shaft and my cheeks. My fingers curl into fists; teeth grind together. It feels like it's going to burst.
No. Don't…
I feel something in my head slip. A chain reaction goes off. Sparks arc down my back and into the shaft. Muscles squeeze, and I feel something rushing out.
A warm stickiness splashes my stomach as I feel muscles contract over and over again; violently spurting out a white liquid.
It came out.
My face grows hot, and an unspeakable sadness spills from my chest. Pathetic. Weak. Those emotions reddens my face with shame, and make my eyes water.
Shinozaki watches me, and I turn away from her.
She chuckles softly, and her fingers move again. Another spurt of liquid comes from the part of me, jumping and twitching in her hand; dirtying both of us. A sticky, squelching sound comes from around my waist as her fingers scrape up the drops and smears off of me.
The cold air replaces the warmth of her hand, and I peek at her from the corner of my eyes. Her hand cups the liquid; a creamy jelly, and brings it to her face. She sniffs it twice, then opens her mouth, and swallows it. Lips slurp, and throat gulps. Once she's finished drinking the pool in her hand, her tongue laps up the remains clinging to her skin like honey. Her tongue cleans her lips, and flicks a cloudy drop that had escaped from the corner of her mouth back into it.
She glances at me. My eyes quit peeking long ago, and had been watching her every movement.
"How was it?" A Cheshire grin turns towards me. "Fun?"
I turn away. It felt good, but I can't enjoy the feeling. My pride as a man is in tatters. The fact that I couldn't hold it in… it felt like my body had betrayed me. Shame burned my cheeks while a cold empty feeling froze my stomach.
She snorts at my silence, then giggles to herself.
"That's a cute expression you have there, Kishinuma-kun. Tell me, was it so frustrating to be ejaculated by me like that?"
Her fingers stroke the limp object in between my legs, and I bite my lip to hold back a gasp. Overstimulated nerves crackle from her touch, burning out all other sensory input.
"Oh, there's still some left."
Her fingers smear some of the remains from my earlier ejaculation; the few drops that landed on my stomach, and the faint film of transparent slime coating my crotch.
"This must feel cold."
She rubs a finger over the sticky fluid, making it squelch.
"Let me clean it up."
She bends down, and I feel her lips against my stomach. A feminine grunt, and I feel the warm air from her nose against my skin. She sucks and licks at my stomach, removing the stains and replacing them with her saliva. Her lips move lower and lower down my body, moving from stain to stain. Eventually, her head reaches my waist, and she stops her cleaning. Getting up, her eyes look at me from their corners, and a grin crosses her face.
She crawls over me and kneels down between my legs. One hand cups my sack and the lifts up the lifts up the limp rod attached to it by its base.
My hands curl into fists, holding onto the blankets as if grabbing them would allow me to hold onto my sanity. I gasp, then clench my teeth to stop myself from making any more noise.
Something wet flicks me. Warm, soft, and rough. Her tongue. It strokes the tip of my penis before travelling down the shaft.
The wet slurp of saliva and semen comes from her mouth and my crotch.
She continues licking me, over and over, as if she trying to coat the entirety of my penis with her spit.
"Mhmmmm, mmmmffffff. Sluuurrrrppp. Ah…" She ceases her licking, and she looks up at me from between my legs. A predatory light glints in her eye with a smirk to match. Her lips pucker, then kiss the tip. Sparks whiten my vision. White hands lift up my still recovering penis, as if telling me to watch her. The tongue that was lapping at me, licks her lips; covering them in a wet gloss. She bends down to kiss the head again. Soft sensation slams into the back of my like a sledgehammer. Her mouth pushes down on me, and her lips part. Slowly, she sucks me in to her mouth.
Blood begins pumping again, and the part of me in her mouth swells. I feel myself growing in her, pushing against teeth, tongue, and the inside of her cheeks. She sucks as the shaft swells, as if trying to bring more blood into it.
*Gulp
She swallows. Her tongue ripples, scraping against the bottom, pulling it in. Her cheeks squeeze from either side. The hard feeling of teeth lightly squeezes down on me. I feel myself going deeper, deeper, till I touch somethings soft and squishy; the back of her throat. Folds of flesh hook on to the groove between shaft and head, holding me in place as she takes what's left of me into her. Her nose touches the tangle of pubic hair at the base, and hot air blows through it with every breath.
Part of me is surprised she isn't gagging. The rest is torn between letting her continue, and stopping me from grabbing her head and thrusting into it. My hands grab fistfuls of blanket to stop them from reaching for her hair. It's not enough. Her slow sucking only excites, only stimulates.
My waist twitches upwards as she goes down again, making her grunt in surprise. Her eyes swivel upwards to glare at me, but that upturned gaze only eggs me on. I want to feel more of her. I want to feel her faster. Both my hands reach for her, and she narrows her eyes.
Something sharp begins to dig into my skin. Teeth, hard teeth close down on me.
My body tenses, and the guilty hands quickly return to the bed. She opens her mouth a bit more and licks the faint indentations along either side of the shaft, before swallowing me again. Her jaw slowly moves up and down a few times; a gentle nibbling that barely leaves a mark, a reminder of who is in control and who isn't. My teeth clench every time hers squeeze me.
Suddenly, she swallows me to the base and sucks me. A grunt escapes me, and she slowly pulls off. The soft insides of her cheek, tongue, and throat press on all sides. Slurping sounds come from my waist as she sucks on me like a straw, before finally letting me go with a wet pop.
I watch as her chest heaves up and down, causing her small breasts to rise and fall. A drop of cloudy liquid leaks out of the corner of her mouth before being caught by a finger and scooped back inside.
Suddenly, I feel some one watching me. My eyes move up, and notice her stare. A slow smirk plays across her face, and she opens her mouth. Pink lips part. Strings of saliva and something else lengthen and break as she turns her head upwards to show me her insides.
A few drops of something white and sticky floats in a pool of her saliva. The slight rippling of her tongue causes them to sway. The material in her mouth trails further back, into the blackness of her throat.
As I watch, a few bubbles burst from the pool, waking me from my daze. I look up, and see blue eyes watching me. Her chest heaves slightly from breathing with her nose alone, but her eyes show no pain.
I feel my face heat up. She's toying with me, showing me things and then watching my reaction.
Slowly, her mouth closes again, and she swallows. A loud gulp follows, and her throat bobs slightly.
My mouth starts to water. The fever from before flames up again, burning away my restraints and reason.
She watches calmly as my breathing accelerates and body tenses, before standing up. Her soft hands place themselves on my chest, and push down as she straddles me on her knees. Her back arches like a cat, and blue eyes look down at me.
Small breasts dangle in front of me. The pink dots on top of them stand up; bright pink on top of white.
My arms wrap around her chest. I want to pull her towards me; to bury my face between those soft mounds.
"No."
Her hands slide from my chest to my biceps and push them down; forcing my arms apart. Smooth fingers run along my skin until they reach my hands, weaving her fingers between mine.
"I want to watch you."
She leans forward, slowly pushing down on my hands. Her arms force my elbows into the bed, and the muscles in my forearms tighten to support her. It's as if we're pushing against each other. I'm stronger, but she has gravity on her side. The two forces cancel each other out, pinning our limbs in a stalemate.
"I want to see you face." A small smile appears as her eyes narrow. "Your expressions. Your emotions… All of them."
Her hips twist, grinding against me. A warm wet softness strokes the bottom of the rod, making my eyes close and my mouth gasp. I hear her chuckle in response, and crack open my eyes. Lust. The emotion radiates from every feature on her face. From her cheeks, flushed red. From her eyes, feverish and half closed. From her lips, wet and slightly parted, upturned in a smile. Hot puffs of air tickle my skin as she pants.
She rubs herself against me again. Her hips move herself from the base to the tip. A sticky sound, like peeling half-dried glue, comes from between us. I can feel her heartbeat from the small nub pressing against me, as she can feel mine from the way the part pressed against her jumps regularly. Smooth skin parts, and the wet folds hidden underneath are pressed against me. The opening, that was so hard to enter the first time, now lies open completely.
Blue eyes look at me through half closed lids, and she shifts herself so the depression between her legs rests on the tip of the rod between mine.
She lets herself drop, and my world goes white.
A/N: I really REALLY struggled with this bit. A lot of the time it felt like I was banging my head against the wall and was more than half tempted to throw in words like p n12 or v 91n4.
A lot of my processing power was spent thinking up ways of talking about those two organs in a way that didn't use those words, while still trying to make it sexy.
Call me old fashioned, but I find myself rolling my eyes more often than not when reading literary erotica that uses those two words or other slang when trying to make things intimate (unless it's hardcore BDSM (the sort with dungeons, whips, and ball gags (not my fetish btw)) or another sort of violent situation.). Then again, having spent almost a month slogging through this, I can see the benefits of throwing one's literary creativeness to the wind and just writing 'he just f* * * * *d her dammit!'. (God, the number of hours spent on a single sentence trying to figure out what other phrase I could use was hair pullingly, tear inducingly, 'god, what the hell am I doing with my life' thinkingly painful.)
Anyways, since I've spent what felt like the majority of my creativity on this measly passage of 2903 words, a review to tell me whether you found it arousing, disgusting, annoying, bland, etc. would be much appreciated.
To answer a couple of questions:
Yes, what he did is classified as that.
Yes, this is within the Aftermath setting.
No, Yoshiki is not under mind control.
Yes, this is Ayumi.
To put things in context. Yoshiki's been caring for Ayumi for a while, and (let's be honest) as a guy he has more than a little sexual frustration building up inside of him (A little like James Sunderland from SH2). He's not going to ever try to have sex with an unwilling person or someone who isn't conscious, but here he has finally met the girl he's loved for years and years and she just gave him a kiss like that (while naked). I honestly don't see his reaction as too OOC. Also, he's in a place that he doesn't seem to have any control over, he doesn't understand, and what might even be the afterlife. A lot of inhibitions can go out the window in that situation.
Nevertheless, I do think he's pretty confused at the moment (which might be the same as being influenced), and confused people tend to just end up going with the flow of things and reacting to everything with more instinct than thought.
