(A/N: Thank you so much to Stacked Waters, ladyofanime1102, NamineNasha, and nazwakarina1502 for your reviews. I'm sorry I haven't messaged you all back for them, but I definitely love and appreciate all of the feedback you guys have been giving me. ^_^ This is going to be one of my darker chapter's, so be warned...I'll let you know in the story where the forced lemon starts and ends, just in case you feel uncomfortable reading situations like that.)
"Mind explaining to me what exactly it is you are doing?"
The rather chilling tone caused Black to pull away from the human teenager, but he hadn't been frightened despite the clear anger he could feel radiating from his counterpart. Instead he merely smirked, stepping to the side when Takara wobbled where she stood, allowing her to fall to the ground instead of catching her when Takara's green eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"Believe me, I don't understand my own actions either," Black responded with a shake of his head and deep chuckle. Lifting Takara up by the back of her shirt, he clicked his tongue. "But these mortals really are pathetic. Fainting over a mere kiss."
Zamasu scowled when Black was tossing the brunette to him, easily catching Takara in both of his arms. It almost appeared like she was sleeping, but the obvious fact was that the situation had clearly been too much for her to deal with or comprehend. Despite being highly irritated by this fact, as he shifted the girls form where her cheek was resting more comfortably on his shoulder, Zamasu couldn't help but shiver at the feeling of her warm breath tickling his neck.
It was such an odd sensation. To both hate and love what this mortal did to him. How she made him feel emotions that he shouldn't, that were beneath a God like himself. Such as how he had felt tempted to murder Black, the one person who shared his same ideals and that he trusted. Was he really that deranged to sacrifice a worthy comrade simply for a single female...?
And yet just recalling the kiss caused Zamasu's blood to boil...
"We're going to have to chain the girl's door if you plan on keeping her," Black mused, before he shot up into the air. "The fool almost got herself mauled by wolves."
"That wouldn't have been the case if you had remained at the cabin like I requested!" Zamasu hissed back, hovering up into the air himself.
"I needed to vent out some of my boredom and anger. Unleashing it on Trunks and Goku seemed like the better alternative instead of on your pet. It's just a shame they managed to escape again," Black mentioned with a disappointed sigh. "Besides, I didn't expect she'd find a way to escape on her own to be honest."
Black ran a hand through his dark spikes when Zamasu wouldn't answer him, but he could feel his grey eyes glaring harshly into his form. To think someone who was normally so composed would be this angered just because he had left the girl alone for an hour.
No. He was sure most of his companions anger came from what he had walked upon in the woods. Black just wasn't certain whether he should be concerned by this fact or actually laugh.
Considering the state his counterpart was in, Black understood it was best not to push Zamasu, so he remained silent at least until they reached their hideout. He moved to lean against the wall in the living room once they had entered the slightly large abode, closing his eyes as he listened to Zamasu head into Takara's room to place her on the bed before eventually coming out.
"Was the fact that I kissed her really that upsetting to you?" Black questioned, folding his arms over his muscular chest while he peeked open one eye.
"...I don't wish to speak on the matter."
"Don't tell me that you were actually...jealous?"
Black didn't even flinch when Zamasu was suddenly upon him, a hand wrapping tightly around his throat while he had been slammed hard enough against the wall that his body had caused a good sized indention into it.
"Didn't I just say I did not want to discuss that topic," Zamasu uttered out in a low and threatening tone. "Do not make me repeat myself..."
Placing a hand on the one that was wrapped around his throat, Black didn't try to pull it away, he simply allowed it to rest there while he grinned. "Don't you think you're getting a bit worked up? It was nothing but a kiss, and as I mentioned before I am not certain why I did it myself,"
Black grunted while he moved a hand upwards to massage at his temple, still not fazed despite the fact that Zamasu was adding a bit more pressure to his grip that would normally cause most people to struggle breathing, let alone talk.
"I truthfully loathe that creature, yet when the clumsy idiot fell on me, I won't deny the fact that I enjoyed the sensation of her lips upon mine...Perhaps it has something to do with Goku's body that caused me to react the way I did. Or deep down as we are the same being, perhaps there is a very small part of me that has some...desires toward that woman, too..." Black trailed off, deeply scowling at the very idea.
Zamasu frowned, slowly releasing the Goku look alike while his white eyebrows inched downwards. "What exactly is it you are implying...?"
Black was silent for a moment before saying, "If you truly wish for that human to remain with us despite our Zero Mortal Plan, then she should belong to the both of us, correct?" Noticing that Zamasu actually looked ready to blast him, Black held up his hands as if he were surrendering. "No need to get testy again. I merely find amusement in playing around with the human. But Takara is yours. You...seem to almost love this creature, after all."
These words caused Zamasu's eyes to greatly widen, and he glanced down at the hardwood floor. Love? Yes...That's what this feeling was which had consumed him ever since he had grown attached to Takara so long ago when he first met her.
Yet how could he convince the girl to feel the same for him? While still the same in so many ways, Takara was also more distant toward him than before...Something in the back of his mind was telling him this was because Takara was different, but he refused to listen. She might have come from a different timeline, but she was still the woman he had grown attached to; the woman who was meant to be his.
Black took Zamasu's silence for a yes, and he turned to glance at Takara's door where a rather devilish grin formed on his tan features, almost as if he knew what was going through the green skinned male's head. "If that's so, then you should fully make the woman yours. Human's normally seem to fuck like beasts, but from her reaction earlier, I'd say she's still surprisingly untouched. Mark her as yours so that Takara will know who she belongs to."
Zamasu placed a finger against his lip in thought. It was a crude idea, but perhaps this option would work in his favor. He had been trying to repress the darker urges he felt toward the female since unlike mortals, God's shouldn't partake in such filthy acts. Yet the idea of someone else stealing away her purity made him feel both nauseous and infuriated.
Yes. The more he thought on the matter, the more it made complete sense that he should be the one to take her. And Zamasu was certain she would feel grateful in the end.
When he entered into Takara's bedroom, Zamasu noticed that she was still unconscious and he moved to sit down beside her on the medium sized mattress. A hand reached out to take hold of her loose tresses, and Zamasu rubbed the silky strand between his thumb and index fingers while he watched as her chest moved gently up and down as she breathed.
He amused himself for a few moments just playing with her hair and taking in the floral scent that came from it before his long and thin fingers were moving to stroke at her soft cheek. A smile formed on his face when he noticed Takara's body lightly shifting from his touch and he leaned in closer to whisper her name into her ear.
It was almost like she was struggling not to wake up as Takara let out a small moan and she turned where she was laying on her side instead of her back. Zamasu decided he needed to coax her into waking, and he placed his hand on her arm while he once again said her name; this time bringing out his tongue to lick at the outer part of her ear.
Her eyes slowly blinking open despite her body's protest, Takara felt confused. She wasn't certain where she was or why she swore there was something wet trailing across her ear. Before the glasses wearing girl could try and process anything, she squeaked when someone was forcing her onto her back where Takara ended up meeting a pair of hazy grey irises.
"H-h-huh? Z-Zamasu...? What's going on?" Takara questioned nervously, wondering why the male was hovering over her. The fact that it was while they were both in bed together made the situation even more disconcerting.
"You fainted so I brought you back to your room to rest."
Takara blinked confused. She fainted? But what would have caused her to have such a drastic reaction like that...? After a few seconds of pondering this, it hit her.
"O-oh gosh, that's right! The other Zamasu, erm Black, k-k-kissed me!" Takara cried out, covering her face in embarrassment. She was also mortified. She had dreamt her first kiss would be with someone special, someone that she loved...Yet that moment had been completely stolen from her. First due to her stupid clumsiness and then...Well, she honestly wasn't certain why...
Using one hand to remove both her hands from her face while his other kept him propped up so he wouldn't collapse on top of her, Zamasu told Takara in a low tone, "It is a shame, but that no longer matter's. As he said, it was just a simple kiss. I'll make sure I claim you in a different manner..."
"What do you-Mmph!" Takara's startled words were cut off when a pair of lips crashed onto her own. These lips weren't rough the way Black's had been, but there was still a hunger to them that made the dark haired girl shiver.
Feeling Zamasu release her hands where one moved to rest on her cheek instead, Takara pushed at his chest while turning her head to the side.
"S-stop! I don't want this!"
"Yet you allowed Black to kiss you?" Zamasu demanded heatedly.
"I didn't allow him to do anything! The creep kissed me without my consent!" Takara snapped back. "I-I don't know what's gotten into the two of you, but this isn't right!"
Takara gasped when Zamasu was pinning both of her hands behind her head while his body straddled hers, and she shook when Zamasu leaned closer toward her face with a rather dark look in his eyes.
"Not right, you say? How is it not right to claim what belongs to you?" Zamasu unttered out huskily, a slow smirk curving up his lips.
*Warning: Lemon Starts*
Takara's dark green eyes shot wide, and she whimpered when Zamasu's lips were once again touching hers, this time in a much more heated and demanding kiss. She refused to kiss back, struggling to break out of his hold as she bucked her body, not realizing the affect she was having on him because of this.
"If you keep moving like that, I'll take you now without making certain your prepared." Zamasu said through gritted teeth, her body's movements causing his lower area to react with excitement.
Takara completely froze from this, her face heating up when he pressed his body closer against hers where she could actually feel his growing erection from inside of his pants.
"P-please..."
"Shh. I'm certain you'll enjoy this in the end," Zamasu told her in a soothing manner, moving his lips to her neck where they barely touched the tender flesh before he left a kiss there.
His mouth continued to kiss her neck, and he would occasionally leave small nips in places, none being hard enough to make Takara bleed, but his actions caused Takara to unleash more whimpers nonetheless. And she could feel her face growing even more hot when Zamasu used one hand to keep a firm grip on both her wrists while his other trailed down to her shirt; his fingers tickling the fabric before they were lifting it up where his surprisingly warm hand ran across her skin.
"I'm going to release your arms. Do not resist me." Zamasu told her in a commanding tone.
Even if Takara wanted to, it felt like any fight within her had been drained away, and she allowed Zamasu to tug off the red shirt she wore. When she noticed the heated look in his eyes as he stared at her bra covered chest how ever, Takara couldn't help but shyly hide them from his gaze.
"Do not try and hide any part of your body from me, either." Zamasu voiced in a low and husky tone, prying her arms away and placing them by her sides instead.
His hands trailing up and down her skin caused Takara to gasp and slightly arch in pleasure, something she couldn't fathom. This wasn't right, so why did it feel so nice? Especially just from having Zamasu touch her...And when Zamasu was grabbing at her right breast, his thumb teasing her nipple from behind the fabric, she bit down on her thumb trying to surpress the moan that was begging to be released.
"You're enjoying this, correct? If so, you should be honest with yourself." Zamasu murmured, leaning down where he nibbled at her ear. "I want to hear and see all of your reactions."
Easily removing Takara's bra from her chest, Zamasu gripped onto one of her large mounds where he squeezed it before placing the perk bud into his mouth, sucking at it like a new born babe. And he smirked to himself when hearing Takara cry out from this, grinding his lower body against hers to cause the girl further pleasure.
Gripping at the sheets when feeling Zamasu's tongue swirling around her one breast while his other hand kneaded the other, Takara panted and blushed since she could feel herself growing wet just from his mouth and ministrations. Hoping to stop or at least conceal this fact, she closed her legs tightly.
Zamasu seemed to realize what was happening with her body as pulled away, a smirk on his features as he unbuttoned the jeans she wore where he tugged them down. The former Kai couldn't help but chuckle since Takara had let out an adorable squeal when she realized he had pulled off her panties as well leaving her completely exposed to him.
"Well now, someone certainly seems to be enjoying this," Zamasu teased, two of his fingers sliding up her slick forbidden flower where he then showed her the glistening juice that now covered them.
"No that's not-" Takara weakly tried to dismiss as she watched Zamasu lick at his fingers, his form shivering from her taste. Any other words she might have wanted to say were silenced when he shoved both of those fingers up inside of her, this causing Takara's pupils to grow larger.
"I told you not to resist me. I'd rather not cause you unnecessary pain, but I'll cease in prepping you if you continue to struggle." Zamasu warned as the ravenette once again began to squirm beneath him.
Trembling while tears formed in the corner of her eyes, Takara shut them as she felt Zamasu moving those two fingers inside of her at a steady pace. Whines and soft cries left her lips, once from discomfort, but now from the heat that was washing over her as Zamasu continued to thrust his digits in and out of her. The feeling became even more intoxicating when Zamasu was spreading those fingers inside of her, stretching her walls and causing what felt like a knot to grow in her belly as he scissored her; his thumb tracing her clit in circles adding further pleasure to her heavily flustered form.
Just when Takara wasn't certain how much more of this she could take, Zamasu had removed his fingers and she almost hoped he was done when he was climbing off the bed. Those hopes were instantly dashed when Zamasu began to remove his own clothing. He was handsome, she would give him that. But seeing his erection, all she could feel at the moment was fear.
"Relax. It will hurt less." Zamasu said, noticing the girl shaking like a leaf as he climbed back over her. He ended up having to spread her legs open once again, and he rubbed his hardened tool against her dripping flower before he was sheathing himself fully into her with one good thrust.
Takara let out a loud scream, tears once again in her eyes from the pain as her nails dug into her palms, trying to deal with the stinging sensation and the feeling of her blood now trailing down her inner thigh. She actually expected Zamasu wouldn't give her a chance to get used to his length, but he didn't move. Instead, he leaned down, licking the tears from her cheek before his lips found hers.
She whimpered, her hands shakily reaching to hold onto his smooth back since she needed something to grip onto for support as he contiuned to kiss her. The kiss was a lot more gentle this time and full of passion, but she still couldn't bring herself to return the kiss to the man who was violating her.
Zamasu didn't seem to mind, though. Instead he pulled away from Takara's lips where he gripped onto her hips and started to move at a steady pace; the same way he had with his fingers.
For the longest time Takara wondered if the pain was ever going to subside, but then Zamasu hit a spot that made her whimpers turn into a keening mewl. She almost regretted her action seeing the gleam in his grey irises and coy smile rising up on her captor's lips, and she screamed yet again, this time from ecstasy as Zamasu started to penetrate her at a faster pace.
Takara wanted to hate this, she really did. So why did this have to feel so incredible, so addicting? Her hands had left Zamasu's back, now gripping onto the pillow that rested behind her as more of her maiden hoods necter coated Zamasu's long rod.
"Your enjoying this feeling as much as me. Your walls wouldn't be pulling me deeper in otherwise," Zamasu groaned out, his sharp nails leaving slight scratches on Takara's hips as he continued to move at an almost feverish pace despite the fact that he could feel her starting to tighten around him.
Like Takara, while once never believing he would engage in such erotic acts, he was becoming addicted to this feeling. Her sounds, the way she tasted and felt, Zamasu was finding that he couldn't get enough. Still, he wanted-no needed more. He wanted to hear the girl say how she was his.
"I want you...to scream...my name."
Takara could only whimper pathetically. That was, until Zamasu hit a spot that made even fiercer waves of pleasure overtake her, and her back arched off the bed while her toes curled. The girl even swore she was seeing stars there for a moment.
"Z-Z-ZAMASU!" she found herself screaming out, no longer able to hold back as shockwaves of euphoria hit her like a tidal wave. She was completely spent, her body still shaking after her release. Being slightly out of it, she vaguely registered Zamasu shooting his seed inside of her after he gave a few more thrusts himself.
*Lemon ends*
Zamasu slowly pulled out of the girl. staring at Takara's heavily panting form that was covered in a light sheen of sweat, tempted to take her again. But she looked like she was on the verge of passing out, so he lay down beside her, pulling her close to his lean, but still muscular form and holding onto her in a rather possessive manner.
"Rest for now. I'll be here once you awaken." Zamasu murmured, his fingers tracing up and down her spine while he placed a kiss on top of the green eyed girl's forehead.
Takara didn't say anything, her body still shaking from the experience she had gone through. She wanted to cry, but she wasn't certain how Zamasu would react if she broke down. She wasn't sure what the man was capable of at all anymore...So, she closed her eyes and buried her head into his chest, wishing there was someone else she could turn to for comfort as she willed herself to sleep. Maybe she would at least find some solace in her dreams...
Black's face was the same shade as his hair when he transformed into his Rosé form once the noise coming from the guest bedroom died down. Even if he had suggested it, he honestly wasn't certain if Zamasu would go through fornicating with the woman. His partner was a lot more...devious than he realized.
And the sounds and images of what he imagined were transpiring behind closed doors had caused a small problem to arise in his own pants...It didn't help that he found himself wondering what it would be like if Takara was screaming for him like that? Dominating someone with power had always been strangely satisfying, but perhaps there were other ways of finding enjoyment in over powering these lowly creatures.
"Heh! Not that Zamasu would ever share her in that way, I doubt." Black murmured to himself with a smirk before heading to his own chambers to deal with his own growing need.
(A/N: I've written plenty of sex scenes in stories, but they still feel so embarrassing to do. Especially the forced ones. ^^' But despite how dark this chapter was, I hope you guys still enjoyed it. Though here's a question for my readers...Should I do a lemon with Black in the next chapter? Granted the guy would probably be a lot more rough than Zamasu, but it might be interesting...I'm not sure. x_x Let me know what you think in the reviews or feel free to pm me. :))