Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters, nor am I making any money off of the publishing of this story. I only own my original character, Myra.
Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations (lime). If you are underage, or do not care to read such material, then now would be a good time to turn back. You have been warned.
This was not what she had come here for, however; Myra found that she was unable to tear herself away. She was simply enjoying the sensations Ryou was bringing about way too much. So much, in fact, that it was almost frightening.
He moved slow, as if not to startle her, or perhaps it was because he was unsure of himself. Whatever the reason, she was grateful.
It was hard to resist the temptation to lie back and allow the boy beside her to do whatever he liked, but she knew that Ryou was not like that, and neither was she. The last incident with Bakura had been a mistake, that she was sure of. Under normal circumstances, she never would have allowed such a thing to happen, but with Bakura playing the guilt card on her, it had been hard to withstand his advances.
She wondered if Ryou was aware of that little tryst. She hoped not, though she knew that hiding something that major from him was a terrible idea. She had to tell him.
"Ryou," she said softly, hoping to catch his attention. When he answered, the feeling of his lips brushing across her neck again stole her breath away, and along with it her rational thought.
His snowy hair tickled her exposed flesh, and she could feel his hand creeping from her knee up to her hip before settling there, his palm warm and heavy. Her own fingers itched to do something, anything, resulting in her gripping the fabric of her sweats tightly.
She could feel her body heating up, the flush in her cheeks spreading down to her neck and chest, and she wondered if she was the only one being affected this way.
Where is this leading?
You want to taste her, don't you? Bakura mocked, though still encouraging. What are you waiting for? Run just the tip of your tongue from the crook of her neck to her earlobe, and then take it between your teeth gently. Try not to be sloppy about it.
His breath now coming in quickened pants, Ryou allowed the tip of his tongue to touch Myra's heated flesh, tasting her at last. He nearly groaned. Taking care not to linger, he lightly dragged the slick muscle up the side of her neck, thoroughly enjoying the way she trembled in response. When he reached her ear he did as the spirit instructed and drew the sensitive lobe into his mouth, lightly nipping it and drawing a feminine moan from the girl beside him.
He was beginning to lose control of himself, and he wondered how much farther he was going to take this before he was unable to stop, or how far she was going to let him go before she pushed him away. His body was reacting in ways that he knew were normal for a boy his age, though he had never felt it for himself, and despite the relative looseness of the sweats he wore, they were beginning to feel uncomfortably tight.
Do you hear the way she is breathing? Can you feel her heated blood rushing beneath your lips, or the way her heart is pounding with excitement? You're doing well, my little Light. Now, place a kiss just under her ear and work your way down to the collar of her shirt.
She let out a little gasp when his lips touched her skin once more, and as he littered her throat with chaste kisses she squirmed, either to get closer or to move away, he wasn't sure. Bakura was right, he could feel her pulse hammering away beneath her throat, and the knowledge that he was the one making her feel this way was intoxicating. He didn't think that he would ever be able to get enough.
When he reached her shirt collar he paused, both to await more instruction as well as to give her the opportunity to move away from him if she so chose. He noticed that she was beginning to lean backwards and that he was nearly looming over her now. He glanced up to find her eyes were half-lidded and her expression hazy. He could only assume that this was a good sign.
The hand you have on her waist is perfect, all you have to do is begin to slip the tips of your fingers beneath her shirt, but don't move them any further than that for now. Bring your other hand up to cup her face, either her cheek or to grip her chin, it matters not which you do.
He would cup her cheek, Ryou decided, it seemed less demanding, or at least it seemed that way to him. He brought his free hand up to lightly cup her cheek, and was surprised when she leaned into his touch with a contented sigh, her eyes fluttering completely closed. In fact, she was so focused on his hand cupping her cheek that she didn't even seem to notice his fingers beginning to slip beneath the fabric of her top and coming into contact with her flesh. Despite the urge to stroke her skin freely, he did as Bakura instructed and made his hand remain still.
Now that is beginning to take comfort in your touch, you can move on further. Push her to lean the rest of the way back, using only enough force as is necessary, if you are too rough you may frighten her off. Kiss her then, and begin pushing her shirt up further. Allow your fingertips to brush over her skin; using your nails lightly is acceptable as well.
What was the spirit getting at? He paused; wondering if following through with this was a good idea. Honestly, he hadn't really expected all of this to happen, and suddenly the thought struck him if it was smart to be taking any sort of relationship advice from the insane spirit. How did he know that Bakura wasn't going to tell him to do something that would have a detrimental effect on their budding romance? What if his goal was to push Myra away from him?
Even still, he could see no evidence of such a thing beginning to happen as of yet, and he had noticed that lately Bakura had been less malicious in his mannerisms towards everyone, Ryou included. Perhaps the spirit was capable of changing?
'I don't think I can just force her down like that…' Ryou thought, knowing that the spirit would hear him, even if the thought wasn't directed at him.
Of course you can. I'll show you just how much this girl is willing to let you do, if you do it right.
Suddenly Ryou was no longer in control of his body; Bakura had taken over that quickly. What was different about this time though was that he was still completely conscious of what was going on around him; he was still able to see through his own eyes, hear everything that went on first-hand, and could still feel every sensation acutely, despite not being in control of his movements or speech. Usually when the spirit took possession of his body, Ryou was forced back into a state similar to unconsciousness and completely oblivious as to what went on, resulting in black spots in his memory.
Why had Bakura allowed him to remain conscious this time?
You'll see.
As soon as Bakura gained possession of their shared body, he felt the overwhelming urge to pounce upon the girl who was still blissfully unaware of the switch he had just performed. Any other time he would have made his presence known, but perhaps it was best if for now she remained oblivious to the private lessons he was giving his host, as well as any switches that were made.
He slid his hand from her face down to her waist so that he had a solid grip on her hips and pulled her forward, earning a startled gasp from her, before quickly pushing her down so that she was lying on her back on the couch. He quickly positioned one of his knees between her thighs, preventing her from blocking his progress. He held himself up by means of a hand on each side of her shoulders, looming over her and staring into her startled face.
Myra squirmed under his scrutiny, her chest heaving with her labored breathing. To think that she was this responsive when she and Ryou had done so little, he wondered what she would be like when she truly experienced pleasure. She was an interesting girl indeed.
Without giving her any time to protest, his lips found hers and silenced anything she may have had to say. Though his instinct was to dominate the girl below him, he decided that a different approach would be more effective, especially if he was going to fool her into believing that she was still kissing Ryou. He slanted his lips over hers, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue over her bottom lip, asking permission for entrance, and when she tentatively opened her lips to his, he chose to nibble lightly on her bottom lip rather than plundering her mouth like he was dying to do.
Just as he though, their shared kiss proved to be enough of a distraction that he was able to slide his hands further up her shirt, pulling the material up with him so that her stomach was bared to him. He stopped just below her breasts when he realized that she was not wearing one of those annoying undergarments that Ryou had told him was something called a "bra."
I think you are taking this too far. Ryou was worried, of course. When wasn't he worried about something or another that had to do with this silly girl? It seemed to him as if that was all his host thought of these days. When he was alive, Bakura had never let himself become so infatuated with a woman that she was all that occupied his thoughts, which was downright stupidity. No woman was worth sacrificing everything for, especially not all the grand schemes he had once had. Ah, but Ryou was still young; perhaps he would learn that lesson in time.
'There is no such thing as too far,' Bakura thought back, resisting the urge to grin from ear to ear at his host's groan of despair. 'Would you like me to continue, or do you think you can handle things from here?' Half of him hoped that his host would refuse to continue, which would leave him free to do as he pleased until he felt like relinquishing control of their shared body once again. 'It is now or never.'
He could tell that Ryou was at war with himself. Which option was the lesser of two evils? Should he continue to, as he saw it, take advantage of Myra? Or would she be better off at the mercy of a deranged spirit such as him? It was obvious which the better choice was.
I think I can handle things from here.
No sooner had he received his answer, Bakura allowed Ryou to take control once more while he slipped to the backseat position. He had the feeling that things were about to get even more interesting.
Making a quick decision, he gathered his power and separated from Ryou as much as was possible, choosing to take on his transparent, incorporeal form, which allowed him to see everything from the perspective of a bystander while still maintaining his mental link with his host. It would be almost as if the young couple was putting on a show for him.
Now, Bakura spoke using the voice that only Ryou could hear, before she realizes that something is different, continue to move your hands upwards and cup the undersides of her breasts. Do not squeeze yet, though you will want to. While you do this, continue to kiss her with enough enthusiasm that she remains distracted. You will have her clothes off before you know it.
Bakura watched as his host followed his instructions to the letter, and he could see how Ryou fought with himself when he finally felt the warm weight of her bosom. He held himself very still, as if even the slightest movement would destroy the moment.
Myra broke away from their kiss first when it became apparent that she was desperate for oxygen. This was the perfect timing to take the next step.
You must be quick now. Push her shirt up the rest of the way and remove it completely. If you don't do it now, she may rethink her actions and push you away.
His host hesitated, but only for a fraction of a second before pushing the front of her shirt up before pulling it over her head and off her arms, leaving her upper body completely bare before him. Ryou tossed the shirt away, and it lay forgotten upon the living room floor.
The spirit watched with rapt attention and a smirk that could only be described as one of smugness as his host ogled shamelessly at the nude female below him. She was still rather dazed and somewhat unaware of what was happening to her.
Now was his chance.
Bakura moved his ghostly form closer so that he was kneeling beside the couch and reached out with his transparent hands and placed them upon her breasts. Just as he had thought, the chill that always came about when he was in this form caused her body to react in the most appealing of ways. Beneath his ghostly touch her nipples pebbled into hardened peaks begging for attention, and she shivered almost uncontrollably.
If placing his host and the girl in a situation like this hadn't been so terribly amusing, Bakura would have been hard pressed to act on the rather perverted thoughts that were racing through his mind.
Perhaps another time.
Ryou's eyes were almost comically wide, and his hands shook as he moved them back down toward her chest, though he made no more moves to touch her. Out of the corner of his eye, Ryou glanced at the spirit, silently asking what he should do next.
Place your hands like this. Bakura shifted so that one of his left hand cupped an entire breast, kneading the mound lightly, while his other hand gently pinched the hardened nipple of her neglected breast, rolling the peak between his thumb and index finger.
His host mimicked his actions and was rewarded by a choked gasp that quickly turned into a pleasant moan from Myra. Bakura wondered what the girl would think if she knew that her new boyfriend was taking instructions from an ancient spirit that so far had done nothing but send her incredibly mixed messages. Perhaps he could find out the answer to that question another time, as well.
As if of their own accord, Myra's hands had found their way to Ryou's shirt, and her fingers had knotted tightly within the fabric, inadvertently pulling him closer. Ryou continued to roll and pinch the nipple that he had captured between his fingers while his other hand kneaded the opposite breast, just as Bakura had instructed. He was rewarded with another throaty moan when he pinched a little harder than he had before. He never imagined that something could sound so utterly wonderful, and he desperately longed to hear more of those intoxicating little sounds.
There are ways of making that happen, you know. But, you have to be willing to go further. Something like this will only hold her attention for so long. If you can't keep her guessing, she will grow bored.
Did he really want to go further than this? Of course he did, but would she let him?
His question was answered when the fingers tangled in the front of his shirt began to tug and lift, pulling his shirt up and off his shoulders and over his head before tossing it away much like her own shirt had been. He was much less embarrassed to be partially nude in front of her than he would have thought.
He watched as she gazed at him and rand one hand down the pale flesh of his torso while the other moved to tangle in his mane of hair, eliciting a groan from him. She used this leverage to bring his face back down to hers where their lips met once again in a searing kiss. All of a sudden there was a new urgency to their movements, hands running over skin and little sounds of pleasure escaping the both of them.
Bakura stepped back, curious to see how this scene would play out. It seemed that both of them were equally enthusiastic, and both were equally inexperienced, which he knew could result in either something very satisfying, or something very disastrous. He resisted the urge to sigh, it was time that he stepped in and pointed the eager couple in the right direction once more.
Use your mouth and tongue, here. Bakura circled one of Myra's nipples with a transparent finger, indicating to his host where to start. Avoid using your teeth for now, that will come later when you know what you are doing. For now, use your tongue first before sucking it into your mouth.
At this point Ryou was too far gone to give a second thought as to the spirit's instructions. He no longer cared to consider that perhaps Bakura was misleading him. He simply complied, tearing his mouth away from Myra's and lowering his head to her chest. The up-close view was startling, but pleasant none the less. He flicked his tongue out over her nipple, enjoying the way she jerked in response. He repeated the action, slowly this time and laving her rosy peak with his tongue, taking his time to really taste her there before moving on.
The fingers that were threaded through his hair suddenly gripped him hard, and judging by the repeated pushing and pulling that she was exerting on his scalp, Ryou was unsure if she was trying to push his head away or bring him closer. Not that it really mattered; she was obviously enjoying these new sensations as much as he was. After he was satisfied with the attention he had given her pebbled nipple, he sucked it into his warm mouth, drawing a long moan from her.
Her back arched, pushing her even further into his mouth, and when he opened his eyes to look at her the sight that greeted him was one that would remain in his memory forever. Her back arched, chest thrust up into his waiting mouth, face flushed and eyes shut tight in pleasure while a chorus of delightful sounds poured from her lips.
I believe that you're starting to understand now, my little Light. The spirit's words were murmured lowly in his ear
Ryou was too busy to really take in Bakura's words; he was too focused on the girl below him, and the straining bulge that was pressing insistently at the front of his pants, begging to be freed. He released her nipple with a wet pop and moved up to kiss her again, their bare chests touching for the first time. The feeling was almost too much to bare, and unconsciously Ryou began to grind his hips into hers, searching for some much needed friction.
You will scare her away like that, little Light. Trust me; I know how to effectively frighten a woman away, and how to keep her around. If you are not careful she will flee. You must satisfy her this time and leave it at that. You have to resist your desires for now and take care of her. Her sweatpants are relatively loose, so this should be easy for you.
A grunt was the only response the spirit received to indicate that his host had been listening. He moved closer to the couple on the couch, making sure to catch Ryou's attention. Pay attention. If you can master this, then you can master any woman. Do as I do.
With that, the spirit slipped his incorporeal hand into the girl's sweats, and was pleased when his host mimicked his actions, sliding his own hand beneath the waistband of the girl's sweats.
This will be even easier, she is not wearing any, what do you call them, panties? Now, be sure to keep your knee firmly in place so that she cannot close her legs, because she will most likely try. This is where it can get tricky, if you would like I could show you exactly what to do.
Ryou hesitated, this time for an even shorter amount of time before giving his consent. Without a second thought Bakura regained partial possession of their shared body, allowing Ryou to remain conscious and able to experience everything firsthand.
He guided their hand down to her most intimate place and quickly located the small pleasure pearl located at the apex of her thighs. Remember this. He applied just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm in the most appealing of ways. Yo are on your own for now. All you have to do is stimulate this spot, pay attention to her reactions, her body will tell you everything you need to know.
And with that Bakura retreated, handing over full possession of their body over to his host. He would remain close while in this form and simply watch. In any other circumstance, what he was doing may have been considered to be voyeurism, but as it was he was more interested in observing the dynamics of their relationship. The more he knew, the more he could use that knowledge to his advantage.
It wasn't long until Ryou had Myra writhing in unbridled pleasure. The boy learned quick, but then what else did Bakura expect, he had always been a fine student, whether it was in academics or otherwise, so why would something like this be any different?
However, he could see that the experience was taking its toll on the younger male, as he was not able to conceal his own need and excitement very well. That, he noted, was something they would work on another time.
When it was beginning to seem as if his host would be unable to finish the girl off, he suddenly applied more pressure and increased the speed of his strokes, resulting in the female below him to cry out in bliss, her world shattering as her entire body tensed and drew as tight as a bow string before relaxing once more. She sunk into the cushions of the couch as she came down from her orgasmic high, her features softening as she drifted to sleep.
Bakura expected nothing less, seeing as she was still very new to such things and seemed to be tired out easily, but that was something that he knew would change with time.
Hikari, let her sleep, at least for now. The boy would most likely need to relieve himself before he would be able to relax fully. The spirit abandoned his separate form and merged with his host once again. She will be fine where she is, I have no doubt she will sleep for some time.
Ryou bent and retrieved the discarded shirts from the floor and pulled his on over his head, disappointed in the turn of events, but trusting that Bakura knew what he was talking about, at least in this matter. Normally, Ryou would try and do the exact opposite of what the spirit told him to do, but this time he seemed to have made the wiser choice in listening to him. Or did he?
He folded the shirt Myra had been wearing and placed it on the coffee table before retrieving a blanket and covering her with it, though not without sneaking once last glance at her semi-nude form. She was certainly fast asleep, and he wondered how things would turn out once she woke. Would she be angry with him? Scold him? Or would she hate him now?
He could only hope not.
With a deep sigh of resignation, he bent and placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead before turning away and flicking off the light, plunging the room into darkness.
Now, he had something to attend to.
He left the room as silently as she had come into it and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door with a soft click behind him.
Author's Note: Well, I think that was one of the fastest updates I have ever done =p Two days in a row, whoopie! I guess you could say that I was inspired to sit and write most of this during one sitting because I was called an "evil bitch" for leaving the last chapter where I did. (You know who you are!) xD So there you have it, the next installment on the very next day.
I'm not sure if I really achieved the feeling of this chapter that I wanted to. I almost feel as if Ryou is a little OOC. I don't see him as being a sexual aggressor, however he is at that age where sometimes you just can't help the hormones and all rational thought just flies out the window, especially during your first experiences =/ He IS a boy, after all. But I will let you all be the judge of that.
Hope you all liked it! Let me know what you think in your reviews!