It's easy writing smut when you're high. That's the only reason I'm writing this. So thank marijuana for me getting shit done.
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"How was school today?" His mother asked every day.
And automatically an: "It was fine." would spring from his lips. His actions towards her were military. The seed had been planted, or should he say, 'programmed' to always reply. At school, rarely would he speak. There just wasn't a need to say anything.
"What did you do today?"
He racked his brain for memories of something. Anything. This was the hardest part of the day. Finding something worthwhile. Because he didn't know how to tell the difference between interesting and not. To him, it all seemed uninteresting. Boring, Bland. Not like the violent arguments he heard from the next door neighbors. Not like the way rodents whined at their last minutes of life.
But he managed to remember their lunch menu, fortunately. "We had...Dumplings...with orange juice for lunch."
His mother made a scrunched face. "That doesn't sound like a good combination."
"And Misora kept being annoying and crying. She gave everyone a head ache." Maybe a complaint would be interesting?
"Why was she crying?"
"Something about a funeral."
His mother looked perplexed at her sons response. "Well, of course she'd be emotionally distraught. Even adults would do the same! You should know Lawliet how it feels after the death of someone you love! Remember, your father passed away when you were four."
He reminisced. The only feeling he had got from the time was the irritating feeling of the itchy suit he was supposed to wear.
"Honestly, Lawliet, people aren't objects."
'They aren't?' He thought.
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I forced open Misa's leg and dug at her panties. They were dampened. Every time I pushed between her thighs, the lips would throb, then shrink back. I wonder if her genitals had had a mind of their own. Had they possibly reflected Misa Amane, the way they were torn between pleasure and disgust? But the pleasure was evident. I had viewed lust in action thanks to my Angels and their slutty inclinations.
"Ahn..." Misa tried to pry away my fingers. "I'm done...no...I'm not ready..."
My arousal grew at her half-hearted pleading. My hands traveled upwards, to a place looking warm and welcome. Misa held her breath and drew back. My hands cupped underneath her bra to a pair of round jelly flesh. They reacted by turning firm and the nipples growing erect.
"I don't even know yo-ahn..." She pushed at my face. Her expression was flushed, alarmed. "I'll find another jo-ahn-...b..."
I gripped her protested arms and threw her face forward onto the bed. How excited I felt being in the dominant position. I'm sure she was aware and realized her submissive retorting manner was only turning me on more. She, staggeringly tried to get up, propelling her hands to lie flat on the bed, but I had quickly retaliated by pulling her bottom half upwards.
"Stop!" She clawed at the bed sheeting, attempting to get away. It seemed like once again, another half-hearted attempt. I tore apart her panties which were now soaked. I held the panties to my nose, letting the scent of her inner body fluids fill my nostrils. I flung them aside. I was more interested in the core producing these liquids. Her legs were sternly shut, but I once again pried them open.
She yelped.
With her ass in my face, I had to maneuver myself below her. I caught a whiff immediately. Odd. I had imaged it to smell bitter from all the slandering jokes I had heard, but honestly It wasn't bad like I had thought. Instead, the scent, even though strange, made me grow harder.
"You smell nice." I stated simply.
"Please Mister...Mister Lawliet!" She begged. "I'm nervous...I don't know you...you're a...stranger...you're a..."
"A what?" I inserted my fingers inside of her. It was nice and warm. I already wanted to push my penis inside of there. I had a feeling it would be like a spa. Receiving a warm bath and a massage all at once. But I knew from books that you had to have the female moistened so inserting the penis was easier.
"A what? A bad man?" I could be.
"..Ah..ahh..sure...!"
"A psycho path?" Maybe.
"Yes...!" I treated her vagina like a clay pinch pot, smoothing out the insides with my forefingers.
"A freak?" I am.
I brought my mouth to her crevice.
"YES!" She moaned, flipping over. But I won't have that. I still want to taste her, I want to see her shocked expression, and hear her lustful protests. So I grabbed her by the thighs, and pulled her towards my lips. I practically tongue bathed her while she dripped all over my mouth. I knew she was excited after looking into her distraught eyes, but I hadn't imagined she'd be oozing pheromones. I flipped her over, her ass once again pointed out. I stuck my fingers there, wondering if it was another inviting hole. It was like the vagina except tighter, plusher...more suffocating. She was really reacting to this, deciding she was going to kick me.
"Get away from there...Not there! Owner!"
"I own you. Remember?" I gave a light lick where my fingers had been. The taste wasn't as welcoming as the vagina, but I felt in a frenzy when I saw Misa's shiver. "You handed yourself over to me the moment you said 'you'd do anything for me.'"
I couldn't take it anymore. As much as I wanted to keep feeling Misa's flesh, my penis was impatient. It needed relief, now. This feeling was sensationally weird. I had never really been impatient, I took life without any seriousness. Any joy...any pain...But here I was shaking and forming beads of sweat to fuck this strange girl. I laid her on her back, pulled off my underwear. Positioning myself correctly was somewhat of a challenge, with Misa squirming every which way. But I was finally able to plunge into her.
My heart sped, my cheeks flushed, my palms were sweaty...
For the first time in years...
I had felt human.
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I kept my bargain, mainly because I wanted Misa around me more. She'd be more accessible whenever I wanted to relive being human. When she had first came, she ignored me like I was the black plague. But I always managed somehow to get her alone, and at least finger her. I had attempted to encase my penis in her mouth, but she adamantly refused. I'll be sparing and give her that. Let her keep her mouth pure white, the rest of her body blackened with the lust of a psycho.
I thought this...horny, shall I say...feeling would fade. But the more I saw her, desperate, an emotional mind field, an eccentric wreck...I just grew more stiff. I wanted Misa pounding against my chest while moaning in my ears.
Naturally, my other Angels noted this. I had paid more attention to her, randomly called her aside, was constantly gazing at her with hungry-wolf eyes. I could smell jealousy among them.
"The amateur has been screwing with my sales." Takada complained one day.
"Taitsuke should be in today. You'll be fine." Taitsuke was a yakuza who was always requesting Takada and gave out large tips for her services.
Takada scoffed. "She never even filled out a proper application. We didn't even do a background check. How do we know she's not an ex prostitute?"
I barely glanced at Takada. She flinched. "I run the business, Takada. You take off the clothes. Until we switch jobs, don't criticize me." I assume I was rude, because Takada looked embarrassed.
Takada quickly jumped to another subject. "Apparently Raito is coming today too."
Raito...The head of the yakuza, with a god-like complex. He and Takada had fornicated several times that I know of. It wasn't a secret that Takada wanted more than just sex with Raito. But Raito wasn't interested in any female.
Raito, little did we notice, was standing behind us the whole time.
"Whose the amateur you speak of?" He said amusingly, but with a hidden tone suggesting he was just as fake as I am. He was a good actor, but me being devoid of emotion allowed me to see his played interest.
"Ah, Raito!" Takada said seductively. Leaning forward, her chest exposed.
"Are you really curious or just being polite?" I asked.
Raito strained a smile. "Well, how's business, Lawliet?"
"The rent is due next week, I know, I know." I assured him.
He knew a conversation with me was unlikely to happen. He averted his attention towards Takada."So whose the amateur?"
"Some blond flat-chested bimbo with no experience. Immature. She's already made two big scenes and it's only been a week."
"Sounds like competition." He smirked.
"Please, she's only a waitress. Thank god, Lawliet won't let her strip."
Their conversation dabbled on. I stirred around my beer with my straw, fading out. This was a trick...a talent of mine. I was able to zone out into the seclusion of my own world at given time. I could hear my own thoughts like echoes. I could stay here forever...but society wouldn't let me stay here. In the only place I could be content.
A startling noise interrupted this paradise. I interpreted it as the sound of glass, followed by a female screech. Takada and Raito's attention averted towards Misa who was quivering, hovering over a scruffy man. Alcoholic beverages and glass spread on the floor. And Misa's voice caught in her throat.
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