Alright, this is the chapter I've kind of been waiting to write for a long time and I hate to say this but we're almost at the end of Broken Stiletto! Only a few more chapters to go (I'm not sure how many exactly). This chapter contains well, graphic scenes of the sexual nature… not too graphic but, you know, you're going to get some detail knowing me and parts of it will be extremely sappy so you are also warned on that note. So if there are any squeamish readers out there, now is the time to stop reading this story because it's not going to get any less dirty after this until the end.

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KT 129: It's Jimmy, and he's a teenage human boy, I just had to. Cool about the DA, I'll have to add ya :D Thanks for the review.

Shiona Acitiu: it's hard with school started but I will do my best.

flying werecats: I think you're right, I don't know why I kept thinking of Fang Decay. I just had it stuck in my mind so I assumed that's which one it was, oppsss. XD thanks for the heads up. Lol, if you thought the box was condoms, then your right hun. Thanks fro the review.

Broken Stiletto

By: StarUchiha

Chapter 9: Unselfish Selfishness of the Heart

Thatch had touched her without warning – just grabbed her. Mantha had caught him off guard in the way she jumped, and the way she ran from the room. She stopped down the hall, outside Casper and Ra's room, her heart frantic beating screaming in her ears. When he the slimy vampire didn't follow her out from the room she felt relief wash over. In all truth she wasn't afraid of the act, the one he made so obvious he wanted from her. It was him she had found herself afraid of. His hands were disgusting, his smile and voice even worse. She wanted to cry anytime he put an arm around her. She often bleed from the roughness of his kisses, if you could even call them that, it was more like he was devouring her in the worst way possible. She didn't want to know the repercussions on her body if she did do what he wished.

He knew no tenderness. He was forceful, violent. The parts of her body he'd already abused with his hold and hand were bruised and battered. Places on her upper arms had his finger prints clearly made into the flesh. She wouldn't be able to walk properly. He'd show her pain off as some kind of trophy. If he got into the habit, she'd never heal, even after the wounds disappeared. He'd rip her insides apart; thrust by thrust.

The first time would be terrible. The pain of first time penetration would never dull because of his lack of sympathy and care. She knew that he'd never give her time to mend her already tattered body. Any moment, every moment that could be spared, she'd be in pain, unable to do the simplest tasks without much needed assistance, and he'd be right behind her enforcing the feeling.

Maybe that wasn't completely it. It was a definite giant part of it, but not the whole. She should have run the opposite way down the hallway. Instead she ran to Casper's room, where she stood in front of it for she didn't know how long. Mantha wanted to run in, grab him and cry. She could cry in front of him, never anyone else, not even Ra. She wanted to be held, to hold him, to be loved by the person she undoubtedly held feelings for. She needed a break from this masquerade of horrors she now lived everyday, a night of real emotion instead of the fantasy that plagued her brain whenever she was alone to escape the reality. Her deal with Thatch stopped her from knocking. She couldn't put her hand to the door. In truth, if Thatch even found her standing there; that would be so close to breaking the rules that he may just break the deal himself. But she wanted to knock so badly, because in every reality, every fantasy, she wanted him.

If by some strange out-of-character twist it had been Casper that had come up behind her and put his hands on her so suddenly, she would have given in, in a snap. Not just because he wasn't Thatch, because it really wasn't that at all. It was because she wanted it that way. Not anyone would have done in relation to Thatch, just him. It seemed like she'd been wanting it for such a long time now, even before the fiasco with Thatch started. The closest she had ever come to intimate contact was how they used to play fight and one of them would eventually end up on top of the other.

Suddenly the door opened in front of her. Mantha stared at Casper for a few moments, and he stared right back. She hadn't realized until her thoughts had been broken that she had been crying. Her fingers traced the tear lines down her cheeks absentmindedly, slightly confused about the wetness. He saw her hesitation to move. She looked behind him, and found herself in a state of pure gratefulness that it was Friday and Ra and Harpie were out. She opened to her mouth to say something, anything to get excused from the situation and to put him out of harms way before he got into it. But she didn't have the chance to before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body. He moved her into the room, pulling her in through the door and closing the door behind him with his foot by kicking it shut. She grabbed onto him once she heard it close, holding as tightly as she could. She took in his smell, and the way he felt so much warmer than she, even through the cotton of the trashy dress she had on.

Her body became warmer and warmer as she melted into him, her face falling into the crook of his neck, moving closer to the heat of his body. He didn't move away as she did, he held her tighter. She had stopped crying by then, not able to cry anymore. She wasn't in pain; she wasn't scared; she was letting her body and mind finally give in to what she had wanted - always wanted. As selfish as it may have seemed, she need something for herself. If Thatch was going to force himself on her, something she knew he'd eventually fulfill if he kept trying, she could never give him the gratification of taking her body first. Her eyes closed as she gained all her courage up. She knew the ways taking an action such as what she wanted could go wrong. He could push her away, be repulsed and disgusted by her, he could kick her out from the room and hate her for the rest of her life. She gulped, leaning into him closer for comfort, hoping that maybe, even if it was just the slightest chance he'd make the decision for her.

Her eyes flashed open for just the smallest fraction of a second and found that the door was less than a step away. She closed them again; her body on the verge of shivering wildly in his arms, and stepped back into the door as inconspicuously as possible. Her back hit the cold wood silently. Casper moved with her, her grasp and his will not letting the two of them part. With one arm still firmly holding onto him, she let the other one slide down his nearest arm and down to his hand. She took it cautiously, waiting a few seconds to see if he'd pull back. He didn't. Finally, she lead his hand up, leaning her cheek ageist it and a large shiver breaking out from her body sending chills through anatomy and over to his. A stifled grunt left his mouth as he felt her shake pressed up ageist him and the door.

She let go of his hand, knowing fully that he now knew exactly what she was doing. Her face was for the most part still pressed into his shoulder, with his hand now pressed up ageist her open cheek. She heard his mouth open but he said nothing. In truth he didn't know what to say. It wasn't like he wanted to tell her off, in fact it almost scared him how much he wanted to just let his hand move down and let the rest happen. He had dreamt about being with her before; that was no secret anymore. Jimmy knew, and with Ra being his roommate he probably knew and just never found the right time to bring up the topic. Casper leaned over her slightly, reached and locked the door. That click shook both their minds into realization. Neither one was backing out.

His hands moved to her waist, avoiding her breasts at the risk of scaring her. When she didn't move he moved them farther down, to her outer thighs, and hoisted her a little higher up the door. She kicked her stilettos off carelessly. Her arms moved to his shoulder and her legs wrapped themselves just up his hips instinctively. He kept his hands on her legs, using the door for extra support to keep her from falling. Steadily, she touched his face, trailing every soft crease with her fingertips. His eyes closed as he leaned into the touch.

His mind and body went into overdrive when she finally pressed her lips to his. He could feel small spots where there were scabs just starting to heal. They didn't seem to be causing her any pain, but still he kissed her back with care. The broke simultaneously, staring at the other carefully for a few moments. She kissed him again, more furiously this time. Joints of electricity claimed both their bodies as she opened her mouth for him and his tongue slid inside. She pressed her ageist his shyly, shivering once again in his arms from the heat building up inside her. Refusing to remove her mouth from his, she reached up with her writing hand and undid the up-do her hair was trapped in. His left hand reached up, pressing her harder into the door, and tangled itself in her hair which now fell down her back and each shoulder and downward from there.

They unwillingly broke for air and Casper leaned his forehead into the front of neck softly. Mantha, panting heavily, took hold of the hand laced in her hair and lead it down to the hem of her dress, which had been pushed up mid-thigh due to their position. Gently, he kissed her neck, moving slowly as far down as he could. She moaned; the husky air around them keeping the saliva on her neck wet and warm. Her heart raced and breathing became heavy and rapid with pants as his tongue tasted the flesh around her collar bone. She pulled his face up from her chest and kissed him lightly. He smiled slightly ageist her lips, and she in return almost smiled back, something which left her truly happy for the first time in months.

She jumped in his arms when she felt another part of him materialize ageist her groin. A burst excitement shot through her and she raked her nails down his chest and back up to his shoulders. He groaned into her neck, kissing and nipping at the flesh hungrily. She pushed her pelvis into his, her arms tangling around his neck. They both moaned in response, pleasure making its way through every part of their bodies. She forced him to drop her to the floor. He kept his body pressed to hers, a little embarrassed about being out in the open. If this had been a normal time, without the problem with Thatch looming over them, she was sure she would have smiled or chuckled, something along those lines.

She dismissed the thought immediately, letting her mind float back into the ecstasy it was just previously in. She bit down on her lip, taking his hands in hers once again and gently pushing him back a little. His head automatically turned to face where he was being moved. He looked back to her, her bottom lip a little bloody from one of her scabs had opened up, and kissed her lips and then the tops of her hands.

Mantha wrapped her arms around the ghost's neck as he reached down and scooped her up into her arms. He took the time to marvel at how light she was, even without the door for support. She pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw, moving upwards toward his brow bone. He pushed the two of them into the air and flew over to what she had just nudged him to; his bed.

Casper leaned over her on all fours, one of his hands wrapped in a stray lock of hair from underneath her. The zombie looked up at him, not taking her eyes off his and she reached down, slid her hands under her dress, and slipped her panties off, and threw them to the ground. Instinctively, his head turned to see, but she pulled his face back to look at her. Her eyes screamed at him, and he could only respond with a shaky nod.

He let his free hand trail down from where it lay on her hip and let it cup the outside of her thigh, pulling her legs apart. She didn't pull back or move. Leaning past her, he reached into the night stand just a few centimetres from her head, and pulled out a plastic package from a cardboard box. She licked her lips anxiously, small whimpers coming from her throat as he checked the package's expiry date and opened it. He fished the latex tube out from the wrapping, wincing a little at the lubricant's feel, and rolled it on over his length.

Her head fell back into the pillow under her head, staring at the ceiling in dreadful anticipation. Her eyes shut when his hands came back to the hem of her dress and lifted it. She raised her hips to make it easier for him to move the fabric. He lifted her legs, leaned over and kissed one of her knees tenderly. She shuddered, a quiet mewling sound emitting from her mouth.

Her eyes reopened when she felt him bump into her entrance delicately. She held his face in her hands, and nodded repetitively. He gulped, leaning forward and placing his face into the flesh of her neck. He thrust into her with a low grunt. She cried out, her fingernails clawing down his back. The pain was hot and sharp, located in her abdomen. His breath tickled her nearest ear as he whispered constant sweet apologies, most of which she couldn't hear over the throbbing in her groin.

The pain, although harsh, subsided quicker than she anticipated. Once gone, for the most part, she flexed her hips. A wave of pleasure shot up her spine, her feeling growing as his own moan touched her ear. She pushed ageist him again, the sound of his voice in a wavering moan filling her mind. Before she could move again, he thrust into her. The heat building inside her was burning in a way she'd never felt before.

Again, and again, and again he pushed, groans and stifled noises filling the air between them. She pushed his face out from her neck and kissed him, her tongue shooting into his mouth and his fighting back ageist hers just as hard. Never breaking their frequent string of kisses, he increased his speed. She wanted to scream; moaning ageist his lips wasn't enough. She needed to scream, because of him, she needed to scream.

Harder, he was going harder now. The flames inside her burned. Her insides were on fire. And she loved it. It felt so right, being underneath him, getting pushed down into the mattress. She couldn't care less about anything but them, right now. Just them.

"I," he chocked out between thrusts, "I love you."

His last thrust was longer than the others; he lingered for a few moments before crying out over her. His body broke out in soft tremors inside her. Feeling his shaking body finally pushed her over the edge, throwing her own body into the ecstasy Casper had just been thrown into. As her body shook, his materialized body flickered. Losing the ability to stay solid, he pulled back. Mantha pushed herself up and pulled the now used condom out from her entrance. The small amount of blood of the latex didn't faze her; she barley noticed it as she tossed the contraceptive into the nearest trashcan.

Casper looked up at her with his blue eyes, panting slightly and sitting before her. She looked back, his last words ringing through her head like a broken coo-coo clock. She reached her hands out and pulled him to her. Pushing him into the bed, she clung to his side for a little while, enjoying what more she could stretch out.

She hated the look on his face when she broke out of his grasp and got off the bed. She tried to ignore his protests as she collected her panties from the floor, that terrible cotton, and pulled them back on. She walked to the door, and quickly, but what seemed like a lifetime, pulled her shoes on.

"Mantha," he called shuffling off the bed, "Mantha. Don't."

She unlocked the door and with her hand on the knob turned barley enough to see him, "I can't."

"Please," she had never heard so much desperation poring from his mouth.

"I'm sorry," she started, opening the door with shaking arms and almost leaving completely before looking back at him one more time, "thank you. I love you too."

But he didn't hear her say anything past her apology.

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Okay, quickly, I'm very sorry this took so long, I had most of this written back in August but I got distracted by school starting. Also, what do you guys think of my first lemon huh? No too shabby I say, I hope you all agree. Well until next time.