AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's been soooo long. Had computer problems....

Chapter 7

Pulling Kira away from the tree, Cale lays her gently onto the grass in the clearing. Eyes widening, Kira can only stare at the man standing over her.

Closing his eyes, Cale wills away the subarmor that covers his body. Opening his eyes once more, feeling the warmth of the sun on his naked flesh, the Warlord of Darkness stares down at the daughter of light. Kneeling down, he lays down at her side.

"Cale?" asks Kira, not able to take her eyes from his body.

"Badamon came to me in a dream and told me that I had to either fuck or torture you," says Cale, as he runs his fingers lightly over her stomach that is uncovered due to her shirt riding up.

"But..." says Kira, only to be silenced when Cale gently places a finger over her lips.

"If I do not," he continues, "then Badamon would take over my body and do it any way.. He said that once he was done, he would slit your throat. I can't allow him to hurt you. Just as I felt something for your father, I feel something for you. But it is also different. I do not crave to see your father, though I used to feel complete when he was near.

"With you, I crave to feel your skin, to hear your voice, to touch you," he continues, removing his finger from her mouth and trailing it across her stomach again. "Badamon must know this and it is why he gave me the choice."

"Don't make him force you to do this," Kira whispers. "We can tell..."

"We can't," he replies with force. "He said, if I told anyone, he would take me over anyway. I'm so sorry, Kira."

Leaning down, Cale brushes his lips against her's.

"I don't have a choice," whispers Cale against her lips. "I won't let him have you."

Taking possession of her mouth, Cale drive his tongue in to duel with her's. Meeting his passion with her own, Kira joins the duel of tongues. Focusing on their tongues, Kira is surprised when she feels Cale's fingers at the apex of her thighs. Moaning, Kira's hips jump at the sensations that Cale's fingers are producing.

Feeling her grow wet and not wanting to draw this out, Cale pushes himself off the ground. Moving her legs further apart, Cale settles himself between her thighs. Feeling his hardened member, Kira eyes go wide.

"Cale, I have never..." says Kira.

"I will try to be gentle," he replies. "But the first time will hurt."

Nodding her head, Kira gasps from pain when Cale pushes himself within. Giving her a moment to adjust, Cale quickly finds a rhythm in her body. Moaning, Kira lifts her hips to meet his thrusts. Increasing the speed, Cale says nothing as he listens to Kira panting and moaning. Feeling her tighten around him, Cale pushes himself to finish what has begun.

"Cale!" Kira cries out, as her body explodes from within.

Groaning, Cale feels himself go inside of her body. Taking a deep breath, Cale pulls out and rolls onto his back. Sliding his hand down, he threads Kira's fingers through his own and holds her hand.

"Please forgive me," he whispers.

"You are not done."

Calling his subarmor to return to his body, Cale stands up and stares at Badamon.

"Fuck you," replies the former Warlord. "It is done."

"No," replies Badamon. "You're going to hurt her now."

"I refuse," replies Cale, standing between the spirit king and the woman who is slowly rising from the ground. "You gave me the choice. I made it."

"I want her to bleed," says Badamon, staring at the woman behind Cale.

"She has," replies Cale. "Her virgin's blood wets this ground. I will not spill more."

"You disobey me?" demands the spirit king.

"Yes. I will take her to her father and let him know what has happened," confesses Cale, staring at the enemy before him. "It's over, Badamon. I will not hurt her again."

"You will pay for refusing me," declares Badamon. "I will have her life."

"Not if I can help it," replies Cale.

"It's not over yet, traitor," says Badamon, before slowly fading away.

Staring at the spot where Badamon had been, Cale's eyes notice something laying on the ground near a tree. Walking over, Cale leans down and picks up Kira's shorts and underwear. Taking them back to the woman standing in the sunlight, he quietly hands them to her.

"Cale?" she asks.

"You have the right to hate me," he whispers. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

"I don't hate you," she replies. "Badamon..."

"I made the choice, Kira," says Cale, looking at the woman before him, holding her shorts in her hand and naked from the waist down. "Now I will bring you to your father and face his judgment."