What can I say? Daemons like it rough *shrug*
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own these characters.
A Battle of Wills
Velvet couldn't believe Rokurou had just kissed her. He'd followed her up to her room at the inn, saying he wanted to talk to her in private, and as soon as she shut the door, he had turned her around and kissed her! Velvet burned with rage.
She slammed him against the wall, pinning him there with her forearm across his chest. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you for that," she demanded coldly. Rokurou gave his lighthearted laugh, seeing through the empty threat. "Because you need to me help get your revenge," he answered cheerfully. Velvet glared at him seething. Distracted, she didn't notice his hand snake up between them. A quick pull on the laces and her meager shirt fell open completely. She gasped and immediately took a step back, and Rokurou pounced.
He shoved her to the ground, straddling her and holding her down by the shoulders. His long hair fell down around them, exposing the scheming gleam in his daemon eye. "You don't flinch in battle – you know that. Gives your opponent an opening," he chided softly. His demon eye didn't hold a fraction of the malice Velvet was glaring at him with. He restrained her bandaged hand against the floor above her head – if she was going to eat him for this, he wanted to thoroughly enjoy it first.
Rokurou gently tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. Velvet's lips were hard and unyielding. She balled her free hand into a fist, about to punch Rokurou. He pulled away. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Velvet fought to keep her breathing steady, but she was shaken. She'd enjoyed that much more than she cared to admit. She looked away from him and breathed huskily, "Get off of me." Instead Rokurou turned her chin back towards him and looked her in the eye. "Is that what you want? If you want me to get off, I will. You know I'm a man of my word."
No, she didn't want him to get off. With his weight on top of her, she almost couldn't feel the empty hole where her human heart had been, and his warmth seared everywhere he touched. Since becoming a daemon, she'd only ever felt cold and numb. But she hid her longing behind her usual mask of fury. "Fine, you asked for it. I'll have you know I'm not the shy little girl I was three years ago. If you want me, you're going to have to fight for every inch!"
If Rokurou's blood could've boiled any faster than it already was, it would've at that. Nothing he loved more than a good challenge. He grinned. "You're on!" And then he kissed her again, hard and furious.
Behind Velvet's bluster, she knew nothing about sex. She knew the basics – after all, there were a lot of rabbits in her old town of Aball. And she knew what she liked – she'd spent 3 years of solitude and she'd had to pass the time somehow. She'd never been with a man. But by now she was an expert at taking control in battle, and really this couldn't be much different. Plus, she was creative.
All of these thoughts raced through her mind in a second, but Rokurou was already using his free hand to severely pinch her exposed nipple. He forced his tongue through her clenched lips and the battle of wills was on. Velvet tried to free her bandaged hand from Rokurou's grasp, but he responded by lacing his fingers through hers and holding her hand tighter above her head. She growled. She still had one free hand though, and she used it to grab a fistful of Rokurou's hair and grind his mouth harder against hers. It was rough and messy and there was the occasional clash of teeth, but neither of them minded. They were daemons after all, and they were used to pain.
Rokurou's hand roamed. He clenched his hand around her throat, he yanked painfully at her nipple, he ripped her open shirt out from under her, nearly dislocating her shoulders in the process. But his lips never left hers. He was still straddling her and she could feel his hardness through his kimono. Her hand left his hair and grabbed at his pants, ripping them off of him.
"These were my favorite pants!" Rokurou growled in her ear. "Well next time you can wear your hot spring towel on the battlefield," she responded drily. He grumbled; he would never live that one down. "Where do you keep that jug of sake anyway, when you're only wearing a towel?" she taunted. "Oh, I'll show you where," he replied with an evil grin. He slid his kimono off over his shoulders, baring his hard chest and muscular arms. Velvet felt a chill go through her. A good chill, not the cold numbness that had become her daily existence.
Rokurou's grip on her bandaged hand had gone slack, and Velvet used this opportunity to grab his ponytail again, lift her hips, and roll him off to the side. Suddenly she was on top, and she had her claw hand pressed against his trachea. Rokurou froze.
"Let's see, what would be a fitting punishment for you?" Still holding Rokurou's throat, Velvet reachevd over to his discarded kimono until she found one of his knives. Rokurou paled. He didn't mind being cut in the heat of battle, but with his sensitive bits exposed, pointy objects were the last thing he wanted to see Velvet grab. Laphicet couldn't reattach missing organs.
Velvet snickered at the expression on his face. "Not the knife. I'm not going to torture you!" She paused, then added "Well, not like that." Velvet unsheathed the knife and tossed the blade back to his kimono, keeping the sheath. Rokurou breathed a small sigh of relief.
With Rokurou's sigh, Velvet shoved the sheath in his mouth. "Hold that for me, would you?" Rokurou gagged, his eyes bulging. He had expected to seduce naïve, virgin Velvet – this was not part of the plan! Velvet's claw slid up his neck to grab his face and hold his head against the floor, fingers wrapped around the sheath to hold it in place. Rokurou choked and gasped for air, arching his back, but Velvet held his head tight against the floor. Her other hand began to explore.
She dragged her teeth down Rokurou's neck and chest, nipping wickedly at his nipple. Rokurou flinched. Her good hand slid down until she could grasp his dick and she squeezed. Hard. Rokurou gasped and sputtered, still trying to breathe around the knife sheath crammed down his throat. Velvet took pity on him.
"Here, let me have that back," she said, smiling sweetly and pulling the sheath from his mouth. Rokurou gasped for air, the first deep breath in several minutes. He glanced down to see what Velvet was doing and saw her positioning the sheath up against his balls. "Wait! Not–!" In one fell swoop, Velvet shoved the sheath up into Rokurou. He arched his back, gritted his teeth, and grunted "–there."
"Not bare?" Velvet repeated. "It wasn't bare, you lubed it yourself. If it was too dry, that's your own damn fault." She shrugged coldly. Rokurou gave a dark laugh. Oh, as soon as her claw hand wasn't up against his throat, she was going to get hers.
"Doing ok there?" She patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Never…. better!" Rokurou managed to get out between gritted teeth. His pride wouldn't let him admit defeat. Not on the battlefield and certainly not in the bedroom. If he'd wanted a sadistic partner in bed, he would've followed Magilou to her room again. But then Bienfu had wanted in on the fun and Rokurou just wasn't that into Normin. Hard pass on that one.
Rokurou slowly relaxed against the new strange intrusion. He let out a pained breath and gave a small shudder as he forced his muscles to relax. Velvet was watching him curiously. Rokurou arched an eyebrow and asked "What?" "Nothing," Velvet shook her head. She'd never seen a naked man up close before. She'd used to bathe Laphi when he was little, but Rokurou was certainly bigger than Laphi had been at the time. While Rokurou had been squirming and adjusting, Velvet had been examining him. Now she touched him.
She raked a fingernail down the underside of his dick, from the head to the base. Rokurou was trembling. She squeezed his balls harshly and he tried to suppress a groan. Velvet grinned down at him. She climbed on his lap, straddling him, and positioned herself. "Wait!" Rokurou warned her. He looked her in the eye, his daemon eye gentle, and asked "You're sure?" For once, his carefree demeanor was gone.
Velvet bristled. "Of course I am! No one will get the better of me and that includes you, Rokurou Rangetsu!" Rokurou grabbed her hand and shook his head. "That's not what I'm asking. You have nothing to prove to me, you, or anyone else. But this can't be undone. Think carefully – am I really who you want to do this with?" Velvet hesitated. What did her body mean anymore? She was already a daemon; she wasn't exactly 'pure' any more. At this point, her body was just the tool she used to exact vengeance. What difference would it make if she lost her virginity? And her body had certainly been through worse, most of which Rokurou was fighting by her side for. Yes, Velvet decided, if I give my virginity to anyone, it'll be Rokurou. And it'll be on my terms. "Don't move or I'll stop," she warned Rokurou. She positioned herself above him and guided him into her.
They both moaned. Rokurou didn't move, giving her time to adjust, though not thrusting was a new form of torture. Velvet lowered herself onto him slowly, getting used to the new stretching feeling. After she relaxed and began to gently ride him, Rokurou was having none of that. He held her thighs in place and sat up, dumping her on the floor on her back. Pinning her knees back against her chest, Rokurou began to pound into her.
Velvet grunted with every thrust. It hurt, but this was a different kind of pain. This wasn't the empty pain of loss, the fiery pain of hurt and rage, or the pain of war wounds in battle. This pain hurt so good. Rokurou was filling the emptiness inside of her and for once, she felt whole. Until Rokurou dug his nails into her clit.
"Ow!" Velvet yelped. Rokurou snickered. "Hold this for me, would you?" he repeated her earlier words and pried two fingers into her mouth. She bit him, and Rokurou laughed.
He continued pounding down into her, supplementing with occasional bites to the breasts, pinches to the clit, or a finger up her rear. And Velvet fought back, trying to regain control. In her squirming, she's managed to flip over so that she was on her hands and knees and Rokurou was still thrusting into her from behind. Before she could crawl away, Rokurou grabbed her arms out from under her, causing her to collapse onto her chest and knocking the breath out of her. He held her arms behind her back with one hand, grabbed a fistful of hair with the other, and used them as leverage to continue thrusting.
"Oh, I like this position. Right where I want you," Rokurou said silkily. He yanked her head up by the hair and kissed her throat, right at the pulse point. "Well you might be close, but I'm not there yet!" Velvet snarled. She managed to free a hand and reach underneath and behind her, locking his balls in a vice grip. Rokurou shuddered. He was so close to cumming, but he couldn't while she was latched onto him like that. His toes curled in agony and repressed passion. Velvet raised her rear like a cat in heat and met each of Rokurou's thrusts with a slam backwards of her own. And when she finally came, she released her grip on Rokurou and he exploded into her. They came together and collapsed onto the floor.
"Ugh, I'm going to be walking funny for days," Velvet groaned, lying in bed curled up with Rokurou. "You're going to be walking funny? I'm not going to be walking at all," Rokurou sighed, exhausted. "We'll just have to use the Geoboard." "So who won?" Velvet muttered sleepily. Rokurou's arm curled around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her forehead and answered, "We both did."