The more she struggled, the more I wanted her. The more she cried the thirstier I became. Shivers rippled down my back as her struggling, knocked her leg in an odd pattern against my erection. I bit her neck, letting the curse mark activate. Once she screamed, I forced my hand down her throat to keep it open. I mounted her properly and grasped wildly at her hair to keep her head steadier. I moved my hand away and forced my tongue down her throat. She tasted like papaya. I didn't want to talk to her. I just wanted action.
I stood and discarded my pants before moving to straddle her chest. I grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open. She never gave me a mouth job. "Suck. Try to bite down, I'll ssssummon snakessss to choke the breath away from you." I forced me into her mouth. I sudden burst of ectasy as teeth scraped softly down my length. A tounge pressed against the head, trying to push me out. I hissed. I could only fit so far inside her mouth. Grabbing the exposed flesh of my arousal, I jerked my self off, occasionally stopping to massage my balls, to make sure they weren't neglected.
I almost emptied my load down her mouth, but no. I wanted to be completely inside her. I pulled out. "Are you gonna take the clothes off yourself or should I?" She rolled over and tried crawl away, clenching her jaw. I pulled her back with ease and slid her pants off, then her shirt. I fondled her breasts harshly to listen to her low whimper. I nibbled up her neck, reaching her ear. I swiped my tounge around for a test run. Then I bit down. She struggled by pushing me away. I plunged inside of her without warning, as deep as I could go. She screamed a strangled screech. I did it again and again. I added my fingers and moved in circular motions until i forced them to fit between her warmth and my cock. Nails ripped down her back as she bit and hit back as a retaliation. It only turned me own more. To struggle. To defy me. To show any kind of strength.
She wasn't crying anymore. She refused to scream. And she refused to lie down and be taken by me. She formed hand seals but I was to sluggish due to my already exerted force. She caught my arm and hair on fire. "My, my when did we learn such powerful fire jutsu?" I wanted her to fight me. I wanted her to lose, be bleeding and broken. I wanted her to lean up and kiss me, cuddle closely, and spread her legs. I wanted a lot.
She grabbed a scalpel. "Tsk. Tsk. Kiki-chan I love you. I offer myself to you. You try to kill me. My, my our relationship does have many quirks." She spit at me. It landed on my bare foot. I shook in away, repulsed that she actually dare do that. "I've let too many things slide. Too soft on you." I was muttering to myself, but with that look, no fire, in her eye, I assume she heard.
"How is being a confused, game-playing, mindcontrolling freak being too soft on me?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust. But I smiled. She wasn't as submissive as she was when she got here, which was a relief.
"I love you."
"You're PMSing too much today." I frowned. Was she implying I looked or acted feminine?! Nonsense. "You're too fuckin' girly." I pushed it aside. She ran low of her energy and now was putting all her energy in childish taunting. I for one wouldn't fall for it.
"Why not say 'I love you' back? I know you do." She breathed deep. I took this chance to attack. She dogded and backed away more. There would be more opportunities if I could throw her off her guard with only my words.
"You rape me. Killed my children. Made me lose the one decent,good man I loved. Now you want me to say I love you?"
"You do make me out to be a heartless beast don't you? But tell me honestly, are they dead. Such a beautiful, cunning konichi couldn't sense nor handle an assassin nin to the extent of casulty? And you always put your children first. Even if it isn't yours or a child, you never put yourself first. Will you tell me to my face they are dead?" Her eyes narrowed as she involentarily flinched. "Good enough answer for me."
"I hate you, you over zealous son of a bitch." I smiled. All too often I hear those words spouted, all too often have I proved them wrong. Still, if she lied why not marry me?
"Careful Kiki, your arousal is showing." She blinked and , dropping her fighting stance, looked down at her naked form. Liquid dripped down her legs. She let out a cry and went to cover herself, but I was faster since she was in such an embarassed state. I grabbed her from behind and held her close. I blew in her ear, feeling the shiver travel through her spine. "Just marry me and I'll take care of you. No worries. I don't care if you can't bare children. I don't exactly need an heir considering I'm immortal." She shook her head vigorously. "Why not." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. I tightened my grip, to the point where I planned to break a rib if she tried my patience any further.
"I know marriage. Bonded for life. To you. I won't make that commitment. If I did I wouldn't be able to break that bond because that goes against what I believe in. And you damn well know it. Did you think I would be too awestruck to not notice that power I was handing you. I may have become rusty with so many years with the windmill staaying still, but not enough so the wind won't make it creak. I'm tryingf to put this in terms you understand. Is it working or am I going too fast?" I activated the cursemark at her insolence.
I hadn't thought about that. But in reality, once married the women lose a majority of power in a conventional relationship. That detail had passed him by because this relationship seemed anything but normal. He thought back to her anology to the windmill. Oh, irony. He tried to hold back his laughter with a smirk, but it burst forward so quickly he couldn't stop. "When, why. . . Haven't you noticed at all that it seems like we're alredy married? I have most of the control already. We've had children together. We lived together. I already bound myself to you the day I gave you a curse seal, you silly little girl!" I continued my laughter.
"I am NOT a little girl." I stopped for a moment.
"No you're not." I murmured in agreement. I squeezed her breast. She slapped me. When did she get the strength to break out of my grasp? Here I thought she was rustier than that. She back away to her clothes and put them on. I frowned. "What makes you think I'm through with you?"
"I'm through. And I'm not marrying you. I'll stay, but as an unhitched woman." I grew frustrated, but paused when I heard her say something strange. "You better have not gotten me pregnant again."
