The room was dark. The curtains closed, but the setting sun's rays filtered through to the floor. And there wasn't a sound except the calm breathing of Mikoto Misaka. Her consciousness hovered just beneath a layer of sleep, her brow fretted in pain, her throat throbbed, she ran her tongue over her dry cracked lips. They ached for a moment, and then they were perfect pink. A modest blush of satisfaction came across her sleeping face.
I need something to drink she said to herself, gently smacking her lips. She was oblivious right now, the outside world was just fuzzy noise. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they seemed heavy like lead, or something heavier. She moaned, then something surprising happened. Someone moaned back. It wasn't a resounding moan but one that was a sweet and subtle. But a moan nonetheless. And intimate.
As her brow unfetter, everything slowly came back. Her minds synapses burned and became awake again. The attack, being wounded, the emergency room, the frog face doctor, her cheeks warm to the thought of the doctor and, she shuddered, the cold. The heaviness of her eyes vanished as her memories became clearer... little misaka's battle to take care of her, and the woman who stood in front of her gloating of her triumph. The confusion when that familiar woman showed up and immediately dispatched her. who is she? Mikoto Misaka wondered. What happened to Little Misaka. A low deep sigh but nothing. Her senses hovering in the fuzziness. Deep darkness turning dark then gray...getting faint. She felt herself rising like a bubble up to the surface of the light. She remembered, Kuroko before or as she tried to attack her, more like sexually assault her, why did she always yell Sissy! When she attacked. Not that I can't tell...the deviant.
She tried to roll to her side, but the weight holding her down refused to budge. The weight was familiar. Warm, safe and soft in particular places. Especial around the breast area. She growled a low growl thinking what it might be and how much bigger it was from her meager chest. Then It changed. Mikoto, a little bothered, opened her eyes, almost slits, they burned from the light. The familiar weight moved getting comfortable. the nerve of this one. Then there was a warm breath across her neck. Not only those memories but softer ones. Ones that caused her cheeks warm, even grow hot. Memories of her.
The four kingdoms, in the woods, by the waterfall, or the bedroom. She swore she could hear the breeze picking up the draperies, their delicate edges slipping over the floor, bringing with it the smells of the woods, water and grasses. And her. She smelled her like wildflowers after a soft rain. She wondered. She wanted to move her arms but the warm familiar safe weight pressed against her. Don't move...it wasn't an order more like an invitation. Something soft and warm touch her cheek. It was her. She knew her and her heart thumped a little quicker. Her smell filled her nose and rolled over her tongue. She knew her, she smiled.
Anastasia rubbed her cheek across Mikoto shoulder, nuzzled her neck, her hand drew her tighter at her waist, "you're all right..." She kissed her earlobe. There were emotions buried in those words, in that kiss. Soft pain, anguish and sex rolled together in her breath and touch...and a biting anger, mixed in for seasoning. Someone deceived her.
Mikoto opened her eyes, blinked a couple of times looking up at the ceiling. A quick burst of pain but that gradually disappeared as she struggled to get up on her elbows. She narrowed her eyes seeing her slowly purposely sliding to the side. Her ample breast squished against small chest slipped away... why! Is she naked! She blushed, a quick anger surged, she did that on purpose!
If only I could talk right now... I'd certainly give it to her...jerk!
Anastasia had been laying on top of her and rolled over on her side. Mikoto put her head back on her pillow and stared at Anastasia. She was there, watching, her long blond hair shrouded her face, only her eyes showed. Those vivid blue eyes glistened, and the thin hospital blanket covered up to her upper arm, but her generous breasts half covered remained impressive. Behind those sparkling blue eyes Anastasia did her best to suppress it. but the worry appeared in the lines of her forehead, the sulk of her mouth, even rubbing the large bandage wrapped around her abdomen. She was concerned she'd hurt her if she rubbed to hard. She did everything to not grab a hold and shake her, hug her and kiss her over and over.
"You're not fully healed..." She said, watching her hand drifting over her bandaged wounds. Mikoto lightly set her fingers on the bandage. "Why? She flinched from the pain in her throat. "I thought..."
Anastasia raised her head to Mikoto's ear and whispered in queen. "Yes... You are healed... Technically but your metabolism is a little slow... And you had some... Shall we say human guests."
She closed her eyes, blew a warm breath across Mikoto's skin, chills rolled over her body. As if it was natural and it was, she breathed in her scent and the corners of her mouth curled into a small smile. Her fangs slipped down as a sheen of red colored her eyes. Not to be outdone, perhaps a little jealous, Emilia rose from her seat next to the bed. She put her left hand on Anastasia's hip. Anastasia gave a little annoyed expression, bent over and stroked Mikoto's head, as if she was a child, I'm sorry... slowly nodded, her voice cracked, holding her anger back.
Her Mistress had been attacked right under her nose. And she had failed to protect her. I will take any punishment. My life is yours to take if you wish. Her eyes watered seeing the pain inflicted on her Mistress. If it cost, her life then so be it. Mikoto put her hand on Emilia's cheek, she blushed, tilted her head and smiled, her smile turned a little malicious, the tips of her fangs peeked over her lower lip. It was something her mother, -not that she had fangs but...well... she could be kinda scary-did when she was a little lively girl.
You're grounded... and as her mother did, she raised from the bed, ignored the pain and Anastasia and hugged her. What am I... Anastasia growled underneath them, a pillow?! she pretended to struggle underneath the both of them. Phhttp... Mikoto chuckled, letting Emilia go and fell back into the bed. She took a deep breath, holding the pain back.
"Someone... Very annoying is coming down the hall." Anastasia cupped Mikoto's cheek and kissed her on the mouth. Mikoto kissed her back. Despite her soft lips and gentle expression, she saw the thunderous rage swirling in Anastasia dark blue eyes. The tight lines around her mouth knowing her fangs had dropped even her beautiful nails delicate edges turned hard and sharp. But Mikoto didn't care. With a smile, she brought her hand Anastasia's cheek, held her face. "It's okay..." She said for all to hear, "I'm here... Right now, ... And I'm not going anywhere."
There was a mild disturbance outside the room, and annoying familiar voice. "I can't believe they won't let me teleport..." She raised her voice. A sudden shush from all of them in the hall. "Whoops... Kuroko Shirai's face turned beet red. "Sorry.!" she said "But still... "opened the door, looked back and scowled at the person behind her in the hall. "you little blond blood sucking vamp…"
"SISSY!" She yelled, looking across the room to the hospital bed. "You're awake." rushed over, stopped short and glared. "You..." Her voice deepened,
Seeing Anastasia. She was sitting up on the edge of the bed, her naked back to Kuroko, "bloodsucker... Did you..." She quickly bent over slipped her hand underneath Mikoto's hair. "Kuroko... OWE!... Could you..." Mikoto pulled away, slapped her hands. "I'm just making sure... Kuroko Shirai struggled, " She... Oh! sissy... Your perfect blemish free neck is still untouched. Kuroko glared, "and put some clothes on! Pervert!
Look who's talking. Anastasia grinned, lowered her head,. "Please..." drawing the word mischievously. Mikoto's blushed, glanced over still struggling with Kuroko. Underneath the thin hospital sheets she placed her hand on Anastasia's upper thigh and squeezed, bluish electricity dance over her thigh and elsewhere. Anastasia stiffen, her toes curled as she struggled not to react.
Mikoto Misaka roughly chuckled, as she fended off Kuroko's overzealous neck inspection.
"Kuroko... Please... I'm..." shooing away Kuroko's hand like a bothersome fly, "sissy!" Kuroko's ponytails quickly went erect, long streams of blood shot out of her nose, her head snapped back, "yyour chest... Is... Is... Nearly..."
Falling backwards, "exposed!" Her heart pounded, dropping to her knees, wiped her arm across her nose, smearing the blood across her cheek, "hhhhhhhoooowww ddidd iiiii mmmmiiisss ththat? Oh... Let me..." Her hand stretched, her fingers moving independently as her face took on a perverted expression.
Mikoto looked down at the tightly wrapped bandages. Her eyebrow popped, her cheeks blushed. Oh wow! Like good size oranges her breast rose from underneath the bandages. She felt a little proud of herself. She cocked her head, wanting to admire the view for a while but she saw her. Kuroko rising from the seafloor like a sea hag breaking the surface.
"Let me... Oh! sissy..." made her way to the side of the bed. Mikoto quickly thinned her eyes, in a deep harsh voice "Kuroko..." the great beast rose ignoring Mikoto's voice "I'm hurting and your..." Raised her hand and pointed small sparks jumped.
"Don't worry..." Anastasia said innocently, "she'll be healed real soon." Kuroko stopped, stood at the edge, her beat red face and wide manic eyes slowly calmed, "really..." she squeaked. "How?"
Anastasia's cheeks swelled as she smiled. She thought if only Kuroko could see her expression. "I used my venom." Anastasia slowly tilted her head, "To help heal her wounds" raised her chin in triumphant and teased.
"Really!" Kuroko's voice spiked, "you..." gritted her teeth and slowly sighed, "well... It is nice of you..." She said slowly, "I'll admit... Healing sissies' wounds with your..." ,grinned, "spit..." She smirked, "I'm sure it was nice having Anastasia the bloodsucker spit into a rag and wipe it across her skin." Kuroko said, waved her off as if it were nothing.
Anastasia chuckled, looking over her naked shoulder, glared from the corner of her narrowed eyes. The previous anger had quelled , getting softer and it seemed her interaction with Kuroko lighten her mood. They didn't like each other but well Kuroko had an issue, but Anastasia found it entertaining. She loved to tease her. Her cheeks blushed a soft pink and her dark angry blue eyes turned a softer shade of light blue.
"No..." She said, "you misunderstand." as the tip of her tongue drifted across her lip, "I didn't spit on her... I'm not that classless... Little girl." She arched her brow, thinning her eyes and grinned mischievous with subtle hints of maliciousness. She tilted her head. "I licked her..." She slowly nodded, "from head to toe..." Her smile slowly inched, her lower lip dropped, revealing her fangs, "and in between." She delivered the killing blow.
"WWWWHHAAATTTT! " Kuroko sprang from the floor, her pigtails sprung straight up defying gravity as she hit the floor, thinned her eyes, not one to be out done by this vampire. She growled, "fine! Then I'll just have to lick my sissy too..." her tongue dropped out of her mouth and wiggled like a worm.
"Kuroko! "horrified by the sight of Kuroko frantically coming towards her, with her wet slobbering tongue. "don't you even..." Mikoto yelled.
A bloom of electricity swallowed the room in electric blue. And slowly disappeared, leaving devastation behind. The bodied were scattered across the small hospital room. Anastasia's four bodyguards lying by the door. Emilia on her knees, with her head and arms sprawled on the bed. Anastasia had fallen on top of Mikoto, the thin hospital blankets hanging over her hips. She grinned with a satiated smile and flushed cheeks. And on the floor, twitching like a frog stuck by lightening was Kuroko Sharai.
"Sissy! Why... Are you so..." she smoked, "sissy... Why..." Her voice slowly waned from her blacked body. Mikoto bit her lip, glared at Anastasia. She put her hand on top of Anastasia's head. "You're next..." She queen spoke.