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Um, first attempt at this so ... yeah. Pretty good writing for my first time, actually. Also, part of this is from Bankotsu's POV (Point Of View)
I hit the ground with my palms to the dirt and wait for the first blow of pain that should follow. I turn myself around to see Bankotsu securing anything that might reveal us to the outside.
I wonder what awaits me until he finishes me off.
But wouldn't death be much better than life?
Bankotsu kicks me in the ribs, which leaves me gasping like a fish out of water. You'd think he'd be so rough with me next but surprisingly, he flips me to face him so gently.
Then his fist meets the left side of my face.
While I struggle to regain oxygen, I hardley notice Bankotsu strip off his armor and shirt, but leaving his hakama on for now (why'd he even put his armor back on, it's a pain to take it on and off all the time).
Bankotsu grabs me by the shoulder and keeps me pinned to the ground, most likely leaving bruises. I try to yell at him, but I can't, my throat feels like sandpaper from fear (and he's also clamped my mouth shut with his hand). But really, shouldn't I be welcoming this relief? If Keitaro's left this world ... I'll be right behind him.
He grabs the sash that ties my kimono together then lets it fall to the side like this afternoon.
Now that the beginning of my fear has relaxed a little, I'm worried about what would happen if I didn't fight Bankotsu. If my emotions get the better of me and I give in, without a single thought of this afternoon. With me screaming his name, for him to go harder and let him take me as his own ... no! I can't, I won't let that happen! No matter what!
I glare at him. It's the best I can do since my bow and sheath of arrows are outside, along with Bankotsus' Banryuu. My glare just makes him grin.
" Usually, the women I take give into me almost about three quarters of the way through. But it seems your going to be much harder to persuade," Bankotsu says. " I think ... hmm ... slow and tortuerous?"
" You're a monster," I spit at him. He's still grinning, more like beaming at my remark.
" That's the mercenary truth," he says.
He does start of easy, just trying to make me give in. Atleast that's what it's like for the first three minutes of our night. He trails his tongue over my stomach, teasing me (but it's not working). He sees it's not working, and that gleam in his eye, I'll admitt, is starting to frighten me.
Bankotsu clamps his legs around my waist, and now his fingernails dig into my soft skin. I grit my teeth; I won't give him the satisfaction of him hearing me in pain. One of his arms goes under my neck pulling my face just an inch from his.
He chuckles darkly just before he smashes his warm lips onto mine; he's kissing me so hard, it's more like teeth against my lips. My teeth stay clamped shut (they feel like they're about to snap from being clamped so hard).
" Must you be so persistent?" he whispers, kissing me even harder. I glare at him so hard, I swear, the pupils in my eyes must be slits. " Fine, I'll have my fun with you, one way or another."
I gasp as the heat from his hand runs down my back. He grabs something ... I forgot I kept a knife in the crease of my sleeve. He raises his eyebrows at me and puts the knife down beside us.
Most seventeen year-old girls would be ogling at his defined abs and muscular arms. But not me; what I want to do is die and take the Band of Seven down to the gates of hell with me.
He moves his free hand to my breast and starts to massage. Unconsciously, I buck my hips to his. Immediatley, this takes Bankotsu by surprise but he hides it well. His face breaks into another grin and he only needs one hand to hold me down while he slips off his pants, revealing what I absolutley did not want to see.
As I try not to look at him, I'm furious with myself. How could I do that? He's going to think I want this, even after he was so sure I would be so stubborn. He'll be so full of his self if I let something like that slip again.
My heart races in my chest as I see Bankotsu and I mean see. His member is proud, full, and erect; it just makes it even harder to resist him because of the warmth gathering in the middle of my stomach. If my relationship with Keitaro hadn't been so serious, if I didn't care for him, I would have probably have given in already.
Ugh, but how could I even think of such a thing? How can any girl let this murderous monster take her? How could I even think that I would give into him if I met Keitaro?
" Like what you see?" he jokes. I glare even harder and squirm under his grasp. He moves his hand to my throat and pushes me back down, chocking me in the process. " As we agreed, slow and torturous."
My eyes widen at this. He actually really is starting to scare me. Slowly, his hand slides down from my neck, down my body to my hip. He gives it a firm squeeze (his fingernails actually not breaking my skin) and traces down my right thigh. His fingertip tracing around on my inner thigh, sending warmth through my body.
Oh, no! I can't believe I let myself slip, again! My thighs tremble, moisture gathering at my folds. I tear my lips away from Bankotsu's kiss and keep on trying to break free.
" You're head might be telling you to resist, but what's your heart saying, Asuka?" Bankotsu whispers seductively into my ear.
" My heart is saying the same thing my head is saying: to beat you with a piece of driftwood until you can't move anymore." I say.
" Yeah, you're not fooling me," Bankotsu says, kissing me hard, again. His excitement is pressed against my inner thigh. His fingers dance down my body again, tracing every curve, making me shiver. He pushes his cupped palm to my clit, making shivers spread through my body and making me glare at him even harder.
Bankotsu dips his head back to my chest and his warm, wet tongue sliding across my breast. When he gets bored of that, his eyes close, he takes both his hands, and pushes my lips to his. His skillful tongue tracing over my full lips, begging for entrance. He removes one hand to cup my breast, to feel my warm flesh against his hand.
Bankotsu's hands travel even lower down my body. It seems to be a pattern; up and down, up and down. His slick tongue swirls its way down my stomach. He gives me this mischevious grin which makes my eyes widen. No, no-ah!
His tongue enters through my pussy; so wet and warm, like me at the moment. I try to kick him in the head (who does that anyway? A pervert with a sick desire, maybe) but he grabs both of my legs with just one hand, slamming them back to the ground. I think he just twisted both my knees in the same move, it hurts to move my legs.
His tongue slides in and out of me ... I almost very nearly give in. Keitaro's face breaks into my view for some reason and it really seems like he's a shimmering, gold light. He looks pleading, begging for me not to give into Bankotsu. Then, as suddenley as he appeared, he's gone.
Bankotsu finally decides to pull his tongue out of me, grinning seductively. His legs clamp down against my waist, regaining his grip on me.
" This will hurt a little, but after you will feel nothing but pleasure," he says.
" As if I'd ever let you of all people- ugh! Get away from me!" I snarl at him. He begins to enter me but I suck up the pain in my knee and kick him out.
" Well, you're even more fiesty than I expeceted!" Bankotsu exclaims. " Heh, your more stubborn too. I'll guess I just need to use some of the trips up my sleeve."
He starts off kissing my neck, biting (and I mean quite literally biting), and sucking. His member twitches against my naked flesh, demanding to be spent. By me. His kisses trail down my neck, to my breast, down to my stomach. Without being aware of what he was doing, Bankotsu sprung back up to kiss me (despite my attempts to get him off of me) and suddenley manage to somewhat enter me.
" Dammit, you're tight!" Bankotsu cusses. I punch him in the jaw, which made him slide out a bit. He grabs my wrists and hold them high over my head. Bankotsu moves one hand to my legs and pushes them up over my head to join my hands, giving him deeper pentetration.
He grips my hip to help him, hissing with pleasure from this moment. He continues to kiss me, not trying as hard to fully enter. Bankotsu's hands slip into my hair, giving me no room to break away from our kiss. He puts my legs back to the way they were before (not over my head) and my legs feel like they've been melted; most likely from his rough time.
The sensations travelling through my body were a bit frightening. Why wouldn't they be? I'm being raped by a mercenary for crying out loud!
Bankotsu's Point of View
Huh, she is really more stubborn than the others usually are. It's seems such a shame to get ride of Asuka so soon ...
Such a waste, of such beauty. And determanation. It's a total turn on for me.
My hand that isn't on her hip moves up to the roots of her hair, my hand making a fist of her black hair. Even though Asuka struggles, our kiss, she can't escape. I smirk. Not even she can keep up her fight for long.
I mean, who could resist someone so talented at persuasion. My smirk grows into a full grown smile.
But it is such a waste ... so rare to find someone so exoctic and challenging. I stroke her inner thigh and she growls. Like a powerful demon about to go into its true form ... or a woman craving to be pleased. I'm probably smiling like an idiot out of pleasure of the thought.
Hmph, I don't even know how I became so lecherous. But, it's so rewarding and I guess I'm at that age where woman have needs and I'm glad to grant them ... even though they die from me being so rough.
But Asuka's strong. She can take a hit and recover a second later. Heh, I don't think I will give her up just yet. Jakotsu and the guys won't be too happy about this but, we all know what grief transformed Suikotsu into. Maybe it'll do the same thing for Asuka.
I pull away from the furious kiss, much to Asuka's relief. And her curiousity. She looks confused, relieved, and of course, pretty pissed off about us killing that one guy ... oh, what's his name? Who cares? She looks so hot when she's angry ...
" What wrong Bankotsu? Can't finish me off?" she says, her voice full of acid. I give her a sly look and give her another quick kiss.
" Heh. You're too special to me to lose so quickly. I'll keep you around for a little longer. Besides, one of these days, you'll realize that you want me," I say smugly. She looks at me with disbelief, and surprisingly, more anger in her glare than before. I pick her up from her lying position and hold her warm body in my arms.
I think she was still to confused about my saving her life when I hit her in the back, knocking her unconscious. I tie her kimono back up (although I'd love to see the appalled look on Jakotsu's face if he walked in. Priceless!) and lie her back down onto the ground.
Shoving my hakama on, I walk out the tent flap, into the light of the fire Renkotsu started. The flames from Asuka's village are just a smolder ... she's gonna be super pissed when she wakes up.
Everyone's staring at me as soon as I step out. Weird.
" So, how was it Bankotsu?" Suikotsu asks (he asks that questin nearly everytime I come out of that place).
" She's a stubborn woman, but it was one hell of a time to watch her try to resist," I say, smirking.
" Sounds like I story I do not want to get into," Jakotsu says, rolling his eyes. " She probably tried to claw your skin off! You have a bunch of scratch marks all over your back."
" Huh. I didn't feel anything," I mumble sitting down beside Jakotsu.
" Stupid dead woman!" Renkotsu remarks.
" Mhm, well ... about the 'dead' part," I start to say. " Asuka, kinda ... well, isn't dead."
Everyone's silent for a second, looking at me like I've lost my mind.
Oh, shit ...
" WHAT?" they all explode.
" We can't keep that woman with us Bankotsu!" Jakotsu screeches. Ow, my ears ...
" We have no use for her!" Suikotsu states. The only person that isn't complaining is Renkotsu. That's a first.
" I guess you see where I'm going with this, Renkotsu," I say to him.
" Yes I do," Renkotsu says. " But, there's no garuntee how it will affect her."
" What the hell are you two talking about?" Suikotsu demands.
" Asuka won't develope a double personality like Suikotsu has," I say. There's a chorus of "oh's" from the group.
" There's no garuntee," Renkotsu says. " It was mostly the former life Suikotsu had that transformed him from that doctor into a mercenary. And he has personlity issues."
" I don't think she will," I start to say. Renkotsu starts to cute me off with saying that there was no garuntee. "I know, but she's just ... different from Suikotsu. It's not like she was a saint. There has to be something that can turn her into a mercenary like us."
" Well, grief was sort've what transformed Suikotsu, I guess you could say," Renkotsu replies. " And your thinking the grief from today could be that trigger for her to become someone like us?"
" I can see there being a good chance for that," Jakotsu says. " But I'm not looking forward to a girl becoming a member of the Band of Seven."
" Jakotsu," I say," I think you mean the soon to be the Band of Eight."
Sorry this took a while to get up, but I've post-poned my French homework for this chap so ... yeah. Hopefully, chapter four will come up soon and remember, PM if you have any ideas for the story or reccomendations. I got the InuYasha fifth season boxed set with Ban-chan in it! ^_^ it was a good investment =P