Twilight began to settle around the dozing couple before one them awoke to the changing atmosphere, silver eyes searched the horizon as the sun began its steady descent into the horizon splashing pale rose and soft violet across a darkening sky. He watched with lazy abandon as tiny diamond like stars poke through the canvas of colors, always waiting for the cusp of night to make their appearance. Unconsciously, he pulled the woman next to him closer to his body, enjoying the warmth of her skin on his before closing his eyes once more to enjoy the peace of anticipated night, his ears attuning to the dying cries of song birds and the gentle rustle of reeds that lined the banks of the river. Nature had a spectacular way of soothing his chaotic spirit and calming the darkness that beat like a drum within him, he had always enjoyed the rugged landscapes and changing environments as the world shifted with the sand in the winds but found less time to bask in it. The sounds and sensations of being surrounded by the raw elements while naked to their effects touched a darkness inside him, feeling like the raging winds and biting sand were an extension of his soul. Bakura took a deep breath, his lungs filling with damp air and the smell of running water, and allowed his mind to clear of the clutter. He wanted to simply exist for a moment, be one with the laughing river, or sway in the wind like the flexible reeds, wanted to be one with the grains of sand that never seemed to stay in one place and for a moment, he almost was, free of obligation, of revenge plots and endless rage, for a moment he felt almost free. It was Thifa shifting in her sleep that brought him back, her full breasts pressing more fully to his side, her head finding a softer pillow on the smooth planes of his bare chest, her face tilted upwards. He looked at her and considered how perfect this moment fit, her smooth supple skin, warmed by the setting sun, naked to the natural world around her, a goddess to be worshipped on the altar of the sand while the cooling air eddied and stilled around them.
Memories of them united in flesh and spirit overflowed his peace of mind and once again he was a man of flesh and blood rather than wind and water; he lingered over each memory, committing each to stone within his mind. Her face, so expressive in her pleasure, was taut as her mouth opened wide to voice the storm within her, her sparkling eyes that so resembled uncut emeralds in their shine and brilliance, shining with trust he was sure he didn't deserve. He remembered the feel of silky strands of rich mahogany streaked with reds that put rubies to shame as they pulled through his rough calloused fingers. The sound of her voice, breathy and shaking as she whispered his name or loud and uncontrolled as she moaned. He recalled the feel of her yielding, tanned flesh and he stroked or massaged her breasts, her nipples like pebbles, the weight and size fitting perfectly in his hands. She smelled of blooming flowers and a musky scent of a woman claiming her sexuality, her skin hot under his hands by the rush of blood that spoke of innocence and virgin lust. He lingered overlong over the first thrust into her welcoming body, the heat and grip of her body wrapped around his own, her full lips pressed against his and the tentative touch of her fingers on his chest. She was perfection, a contradiction of shy and wanting, innocent and needy, of virgin and desire, and he wanted to relive those memories over and over. He turned to look at her again, her face a contrast to his memories, her eyes closed with full thick black lashes touching the tops of her high cheekbones, her mouth slack in sleep but still full and inviting. Slowly, he dragged the knuckles of the arm trapped under body along the side on her hip and waist, the muscles twitching in response, he watched as goosebumps flashed along where he touched and felt her shift into his hand. He watched her with desire in his eyes once more.
"You're staring at me." She said softly, a lazy grin quirking her lips.
"I couldn't help it, you look so beautiful." He replied with a cheeky grin.
She blushed and opened her eyes with a flutter, their eyes meeting, his half open while hers were wide open and sparkling with the slightest bit of embarrassment.
"Stay with me." He said softly, the words coming out before he had to chance to think them through. He wanted to her stay, not as the woman he kidnapped, but to stay because she wanted to be with him.
Her eyes shifted, her expression become guarded and a little sad. "I can't." She said softly, her fingers rubbing circles on his skin.
"Why not?" He asked, careful not to spook her into moving away from him.
"I have people who need me. I have responsibilities at the palace."
"I'm sure they'll be fine without you, servants come and go all the time."
She laughed. "I told you I'm not a maid or a servant."
"Don't tell me you're a priestess." He said, jokingly.
"Oh, gods no." She replied. "Besides I think what we did a little bit ago might disqualify me."
"Glad to be of service." He replied a grin stretching his face while her face flushed with embarrassment again. "So, you're not a servant, you're not a priestess, and obviously you're not a concubine…" he paused at her look of abject horror and felt a swell of pride in his chest "…because no man, pharaoh or not, could have resisted you for this long without a taste."
Thifa hid her face in his chest at his statement, she knew he had no idea that the pharaoh was her brother, but the idea that he thought she was attractive enough for just any man to want her the same way he did. She felt the rumble of laughter in his chest at her reaction.
"I know that you're unmarried, have a younger brother, have some knowledge of the palace workings and know the princess well enough to be trusted with her correspondence. These things are not insurmountable, we can return to say good-bye to your brother if you wish."
Guilt worked its way into her heart, guilt that she had trusted this man with her body but not with her identity, knowing that he hated her brother with a great passion but still laying with him like a common whore after knowing him for only a little while. She wanted to stay with him, but knew that she could not, she was not a normal girl that worked for a living, she was a princess that one day would be expected to marry to further improve the kingdom. She could not give him the life he wanted, could not betray her brother for a man she barely knew. Thifa sat up, her heart aching. She didn't bother covering the curves of her body as he had already seen them and instead sat with her arms around her knees and rested her chin. She felt him shift behind her, his legs coming to settle on either side of her hips, his muscular arms wrapping around her shoulders while his head rested on her shoulder. She was curious, she knew that he hated her brother, but not why and knew not at all how he felt about her as the princess.
"What do you know of the princess?" She asked, softly.
Bakura pulled her backwards until she released her knees and was leaning on the solid wall of his chest with her back, he seemed to take a moment to think. "I have never seen the princess, but I know that she is the older sister of the Pharaoh and has lived in mostly seclusion. I've also heard that she is impossibly beautiful and is kind. Most of this is, of course, hearsay and gossip. I imagine she might be more like her brother, cold-hearted and spoiled."
The description of her character sent a spike of pain through her heart, especially she didn't think her brother was cold-hearted or spoiled. To her, he was a fortress of confidence but was bogged down by worry, constantly stressing and worrying about the state of his kingdom, wanting to do more for his people but struggling to make it work. He was knew to being a pharaoh, he understood the concepts and how it was supposed to work in theory but the day to day was different from what he had read or observed. She worried about him, attempted to help him in any way she could but could only do so much.
"Can I ask why you hate the royal family so much?" She asked softly, unsure of what to expect.
He stilled for a moment, he didn't want to ruin these moments with memories of fire and blood, of death and betrayal at the hands of the man who was supposed to be protecting them, but she had asked and he would tell her.
"Pharaoh Atem doesn't deserve the crown he wears." He ground out slowly. "No one in his wretched family line does, they are liars and murderers." His voice became angry as he spoke. "His father ordered my village to be burned and its inhabitants murdered for the precious Sennen items."
He felt her flinch in his arms and worried that he had scared her, to soothe her he buried in his face in the curve of her neck, her hair touching his face as he did so. "It's not important right now. Their day will come, but for now, I want to enjoy your company a little longer."
What Bakura didn't know was that he had scared her, if he ever found out who she truly was, he would probably hate her or kill her in revenge for something she was almost sure her family had nothing to do with. She feared for her brother who was alone right now, probably worried sick about her absence and also of Set, who would be just as affected by this situation as her own brother. Helplessness, guilt and pain tore through her, make her chest hurt like claws were ripping through her, and the only thought that remained in her head was that she must return to the city, to protect her little family. She attempted to pull away from him, leaning forward away from his warm chest and found herself trapped by the circle of his arms, she tentatively placed her fingers on his forearm and pushed but found no resistance. He was holding her tightly, his lips kissing the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.
"There's no need to run, little rabbit. We aren't expected for several more hours." He intoned in her ear.
"We should really head back before it gets too dark though." Her voice wavered slightly.
Bakura was not entirely oblivious to her reticence, could feel her trying to pull away from and rebuild those walls he had deliberately torn down, he wasn't going to let her hide though. He felt a dark pull in him to see her naked pain as he tore down those walls again, but he shook that aside and focused instead of distracting her. He felt no guilt in overriding her obvious displeasure with him, only felt the need to claim her once more and mark her so that no man could do so, the darkness in him purred in response, making her his and only his.
"Stay with me…" he realized his voice was an entreaty. "… please."
Once hand slid downward from her shoulders to the dip of her collarbone, his fingertips brushing featherlight over it before moving downward between her breasts to the curve of one, the back of his hand serving to test the weight before turning over to cup it and roll the nipple between two long fingers. She gasped in response, her skin feeling as though he had lit a fire trail along the path he had taken, felt the burning sensation of his arousal pressed to the small of her back and felt the desperate desire to give in. His other hand began a second path along the other collarbone, stopping to dip one finger before trailing down her breast and over the soft skin of her stomach before coming to the juncture of her thighs, blocked by her knees which he still had bent. His fingers touched her thighs, quiet little whisper touches designed to make her ache for more, he placed the slightest bit of pressure and her legs fell apart, allowing his fingers to part the delicate petals of her womanhood and find the tiny jewel that sparked so much pleasure.
"Stay for now…" He whispered. "Let me love you."
He could feel her body twitching as though trying to deny her arousal, deny his fingers drawing those small patterns on the delicate nub between her legs or the twisting and pinching of his fingers on her nipple. "Give yourself to me." His voice was gravelly, thick with arousal with a dark edge, it sent shock waves down her spine, that voice spoke of intensity and ferocity. Thifa desperately wanted to but felt wrong about doing this, knowing what she knows.
"I want to feel your wet heat wrapped around me, your soft mouth on my skin, I want to feel you fall apart in my hands and only my hands. I want to feel your nails digging into my back as I ravish you."
She was falling apart already, those words and that voice wrapping around her, holding her to his hot muscled body with the promise of what was to come. "Please…" She whispered, unaware of whether she wanted him to continue or to stop what he was doing.
"I want to taste you." His fingers moved faster around her clit, feeling the steady tense and relax of her muscles as her hips twisted and canted in burgeoning desire. "To kiss those trembling thighs, spread your petals like a flower and taste your honeyed nectar."
Thifa threw back her head, her body accepting his ministrations, her mind trying to push aside these new sensations but failing as those nimble, talented fingers manipulated her body, playing it like a sitar. She gave a strangled gasp and pulled her knees together to try to slow the riotous sensations he was playing on her nubile flesh. Bakura was having none of it though, he wouldn't let her try to deny what he could make her feel, wouldn't let her build those walls that kept her secrets safe from his eyes, she belonged to him and it was about time she understood that fact. He stopped what he was doing with his fingers and pulled back until she was sitting up without the support of his body and twisted his body around so he was facing her. She looked at him with mild alarm and no small amount of confusion as he pushed her to lie once more on the coarse red fabric of his coat, slowly he pulled her thighs apart and moved forward enough to place her shapely legs upon his shoulders. She seemed more confused as he leaned only his top half forward.
"Bakura!" She squeaked, as though realizing his intent.
"I told you I was going to taste you."
Eyes full of promise caught hers, glinting like the star above and Thifa looked away in embarrassment, he chuckled softly and spread the petals of her womanhood until her hidden jewel appeared. He placed a gentle kiss on the nub and felt her jerk, her hips twisting for a moment before he placed one hand on the swell of her belly to keep her still. She whimpered softly as he languidly circled her clit with his tongue while one of his free hands teased her entrance was grew damp with her arousal. He knew she was so close to the edge but wanted to draw out the pleasure, wanted to feel the shockwaves of her pleasure as she came on his tongue, wanted to feel every stretch and twitch of her muscles. He felt her fingers slide into his silvery locks and tighten against his scalp as he flicked his tongue expertly and pushed one finger into her warm body, feeling her tighten around the invading digit immediately. He would drive her to distraction, mark her so completely that she wouldn't even look at another man the way she did him. He watched the play of pleasure on her face and drew the flat of his tongue up her slit, enjoying the pull of his hair as she trembled.
"Feel free to scream, Hayaati." He murmured the endearment against her before softly blowing air on the sensitive nub.
She moaned low in her throat and seemed to grow taut, her body like the strings of an instrument pulled so tight that she quivered at the slightly touch. He enjoyed it fully, wrapping his lips around her clit and subjecting it to a soft suckle that drove her wild once more before delving more deeply, his tongue tracing the edges and flicking along the center until she cried for him to allow her to release. He grinned and kept pushing her to her limits, curling one long finger until he pressed against the one spot he knew would drive her wild, then continued to massage the spot, determined to taste her. Thifa looked down at the man who was so expertly driving her wild and found his eyes watching her from between her thighs with the expression of a man on a mission, she felt that tightness in her chest increase to almost unbearable levels, holding her breath and releasing it in whimpers of passion or moans of desperation. Finally, with one long convulsion of her slight frame, she felt every muscle in her body tighten to painful levels before stars burst in her vision and a whoosh of culmination rocked her core. She cried his name as a litany, repeating it with reckless abandon. He watched her face as pleasure rocked her, watched her eyes close as her mouth curved into a perfect "o", he felt the rush of liquid against his hand, evidence of her release and he removed his hands so that he could dip his tongue into the small pool. She tasted of honey and of the sweetest wine he had ever had, it was intoxicating, it was thrilling and it made the beast inside him long to fill her, feel her heat wrapped around his cock. He pulled back and watched her as she panted, her body lax as though the muscles wouldn't respond, he saw the healthy flush of her skin and felt another powerful surge of pride. She opened her eyes lazily and peered at him through thick lashes but said nothing, the moment too fresh to say anything. He smirked and knelt into the cradle of her thighs, lightly pumping his now fully erect cock but waiting for her to come back to the world from her place somewhere among the clouds.
Her breathing slowed as her eyes opened to look back at him, her eyes searching his face, her eyes pausing on the scar that lay just below his left eye before moving down to where his hand grasped his cock. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening imperceptibly, in response he smirked down at her and leaned over to place a kiss on her open mouth, his tongue twining with hers in a small battle for dominance, she acquiesced almost immediately to his onslaught, most likely due to the deep lethargy she must feel. Deliberately, he rubbed the tip of his cock along her slit, as though asking permission and felt the tremors that raced across her skin, although worn out from the most recent passion, she still found her body rising to the occasion.
"Stay with me, so we can share in this every day." He whispered. "Stay with me for now. I'm not ready to let you go."
"Bakura…." She moaned softly.
Thifa weighed the decision in her head, in this moment she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, feel him inside her but her everything going on at home was holding her back. This man who she had allowed to claim her body had a vendetta against her brother for something that he believed her father had done, he wanted to kill him, maybe even kill her if he ever found out who she was. She felt his length slide along her slit again and all thoughts of the palace and the life she knew before vanished, she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, he moved away and smirked at her.
"Bakura, please." She moaned, lifting her hips again.
"Please what?" He asked with an air of innocence.
She leaned up, using her arms to brace her weight for only a moment before she threw them around his neck and pressed her lips to his, he smirked against her lips and wrapped his arms around her so his hands rested on the small of her back. She could taste him on her tongue as he moved his own along the seam of her lips, he pulled her up to her knees so they knelt together on his coat, her hands moving along his neck to tangle in his silvery locks, pulling ever so slightly. His hands drifted to her buttocks and grasped the firm globes, between them his erection throbbing and bobbing against her stomach.
"Tell me you want me." He intoned against her lips.
"I want you."
"Tell me you need me."
"Oh god, I need you."
"Say my name."
"Touzoku." She said it breathlessly, like a prayer to the heavens.
He relished in hearing his name on her lips, every animal instinct in him begging to take what was his, but he hesitated and thought back to the promise he had made before taking her the first time. He had promised her that she could explore him, and he intended to let her. Moving his hands back to her hips he pushed her slightly away and kissed her confused expression with only because more confused when he released her to lay flat on his back on the coat, he watched her with lidded eyes and beckoned for her to come closer. She moved over to him and he pulled her across his hips so that she straddled them with his length snuggly in between them, with a squeak she placed her hands on his chest and placed her weight on him.
"You lead this time."
She wavered for only a moment before lifting her hips and running her hand down his chest to the place where soon they would be connected, she tentatively touched his cock, her fingers fluttering over the head where moisture had begun to collect. Bakura tilted his head back at the touch and groaned softly, Thifa squeaked again and removed her hand, fearful that she had injured him with her inexperience.
"No, that felt good." He said softly.
Emboldened by his words she reached down again and wrapped her fingers awkwardly around him once more and guided him to her entrance then removed her hand and placed them back on his chest. The muscles jumped under her hand, his skin hot to the touch and reactive to every movement of her fingers. Slowly, she moved her hips down so that his member stretched her entrance to a nearly painful degree but also sparked pleasure along every nerve ending she had, she imagined she could feel every bump and vein as she moved down on him and threw her head back in reaction. He felt good so snugly inside her, she felt as though he were marking her from the inside out with his heat and hardness. Under her she felt him flex his hips as though he couldn't wait to be to the hilt inside her warm body, but stilled as she moved down, he had made a promise to let her explore him and he intended to keep it. He kept his hands on her thighs, lightly massaging the tense muscles there and letting her do the work even though he wanted to grasp her hips and plunge into her like the world would end tomorrow, especially when she flexed her internal muscles around him. She didn't know what she did to him, especially in this moment where everything was brought into such perfect clarity. As she moved on him, he could feel the cool breeze and the bite of the sand on his skin, could smell her skin and the water moving so close to where they lay, even the sounds of his heartbeat and her breathless moans were amplified. It was as though the world around them approved of their display, as though the gods themselves made each moment stretch into what felt like eternity. She felt like heaven, she felt like light that shined on his dark soul, but he was the one who brought her to earthly pleasures.
"Touch me." She ordered softly. "I need you to touch me."
Hands drifted from the skin on her thighs to her hips, he squeezed the softness there before moving along her waist to her breasts and cupped each one, lifting their weight with his hands as she sat fully upon his cock. She seemed to hesitate as though she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now that he was fully seated inside her, he smirked and moved back down to her waist to guide her up along him and then returned to grasping her breasts and tweaking the hardened nipples. He watched her face with rapt attention, watching the play of pleasure as she moved up then back down on his body, the sense of power this position gave her. Her hands grew bolder as they roamed his wide chest, her fingers circling his nipples then making whisper soft motions at the space where his neck met his shoulders. He could feel her fingertips dancing along his collarbones, felt as her hips seemed to find their rhythm, even if it was slower than he would have preferred.
"Tell me how it feels."
"I…I…." her voice was wavering. "Oh gods…"
"What are you feeling?"
"I-I feel so full. I feel like I'm surrounded by you."
She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, as though to avoid having to talk again, but this time he allowed her the chance to explore his mouth rather than dominating the kiss. He allowed her to rain kisses upon his mouth before he tilted his head to give her permission for further exploration, she took the bait and placed her lips on his, her tongue darting out to lick his lips, he smirked and opened his mouth minutely. He remained a docile beast beneath her, his hands remaining solidly on her breasts, his hips still under hers and his mouth passive against hers, she seemed to rise to the occasion and move over him, her tongue tentatively entering his mouth and tangling with his, but he could tell she was beginning to get frustrated with the lack of response.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, his eyes catching her in the moonlight. "You have to tell me."
"Please…" She whimpered. "…move."
That was all the word he needed, quickly he placed his hands back on her hips and slammed them down so he surged into her, the sound she made was like a prayer answered, suddenly the two bodies joined together were moving as one. Every lift of her hips he would flex downward, every tilt downward was rewarded with an upward thrust, their mouths moved over each other in desperation, they moved with intensity. Sweat broke out along their nude bodies, rivulets moving along their spines or sliding down the gentle slope of a breast, muscles flexed and tensed and relaxed but it didn't seem to be enough. Thifa tilted her head back so her hair fell as a waterfall and ticked his thighs, her breasts lifted and her back arched as her body moved, her hips lifting and falling in a rhythm that he matched stroke for stroke. He could feel how close she was, could feel it as she tightened around his cock, could hear it in the breathy moans that poured from her lips, and he wanted to watch as the pleasure washed over her. As the thought rolled through his head her mouth opened and she tightened to an almost painful level around him, he stilled his hips and held her over him as she came, a drawn-out moan pierced the night before she slumped over him. She panted softly, he could feel her hot breath on his neck as her body relaxed.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Thifa tensed as he spoke, his voice sounding like gravel, and squealed when he shifted beneath her and rolled them until she was beneath his hard body while his hardness still rested inside her. Their positions now changed, she looked up into his eyes and found herself hypnotized by their depths, his arms caged her body keeping his weight off her smaller body while her legs caged his hips to keep him inside her. She smiled up at him, too relaxed to do more than just wrap her arms around his neck and draw him down to her to kiss his lips, he kissed her softly and began to move, leaning all his weight onto his other arm, he reached down and pulled one of her thighs up so it curved over his hip. He moved slowly at first, drawing his hips back and sliding into her body smoothly, never breaking eye contact for a moment. It was unnerving to say the least, the moment so painfully poignant as two opposing forces found common ground even if it wouldn't resolve the issues that lay so close to the surface. Thoughts of who they were and what lay between them dissolved as arousal bloomed within her again, in response she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her. She wanted the raw whirlwind of his passion, wanted to feel him pounding her into the ground but he seemed to want to keep this languid pace until he drove her crazy once more. She squirmed, rocking her hips and grinding her breasts into his chest, anything to get him to move even an iota faster, she whimpered and pulled him down again to claim his lips. He chuckled, understanding her frustration, and was enjoying her reactions too much to stop, he wanted more, wanted to feel everything and commit it to his memory.
"Please.. please…" She whispered. "More…"
"Come for me."
She didn't think she could come again, thought it was too soon to feel the throb of a second orgasm but his words seem to touch something inside her and she felt the total culmination of his ministrations. Bakura picked up his pace, his fingers gripping her thigh as he pounded into her, tingles of pleasure racing up and down his spine.
"Thifa!" He roared as he pushed into her one last time.
Time moved slowly as he laid upon her, both too exhausted to do more than pant heavily, still tangled up in each other on his now sandy coat.
AN: I tried to do more smut because I felt the first time was rushed so I figured, some plot, lots of smut.
Review please! I'm trying to get back into writing!