A/N: I am truly sorry for the delay in posting the story. The story is quite jumpy but I will be editing on the go. Thank you~
M Rating: This includes rape between main characters(Neji and Hinata) and features a Neji/Hinata romantic pairing, so if you are not into this pairing, please leave and do not read this story.
I will not listen to "ince*t" flame remarks.
I agree that rape in a relationship, any kind of rape is toxic and evil and should never be condoned in real life.
There is an explicit rape scene, so please get out if you are uncomfortable.
If you are alright with these terms, enjoy!
When she was six years old
A small pale child's hand gripped on a tiny chess piece made of red marble nervously, "Neji ni-san, where does the demigod go, again?" The first daughter of the crown prince of Cretes had hard time memorizing where the complicated pieces on their popular Cretan chess game went. On the other side of the board was the son of the twin prince, Neji. His long hair swept by the chess board as he rested his chin on his hand, staring at her. Hinata felt the urge to sweep his hair up and tie it with a silk sash. She internally giggled at the idea of her stoic cousin sporting a feminine bow like a fairy.
Exasperated, the slightly older child with long hair crossed his arms, "Two steps to the left and five to the front or back." He had no idea that his little cousin was imagining him with a feminine hairstyle.
"Oh." The girl looked visibly sad when she saw her demigod knocked off mercilessly by her opponent's supreme god piece.
The older child smiled graciously, "you could get your titan back." His smile was smug, as if he knew what a generous mate he was being.
The girl with the bowl haircut glanced at him uncertainly and then snatched her Titan that was doomed to the copper bowl they called the "Cataclysm." The boy cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. She was suspiciously fast for being caught by surprise by his generosity. It was as if she thought he might change his mind anytime soon. He felt slightly insulted. He would never take back his word. She held the titan piece close to her lips shyly and kept giggling. The boy couldn't help his lips curving upward in a smirk. Then he quickly wiped off the smile from his face and raked his long side swept hair across his head with his fingers as he glanced far off.
When she was eight.
She had followed him all the way to the forests.
He was walking in rapid, deliberate strides and being the smaller child, she was gasping for breath,
"Ne-Neji ni san," she could barely hold her breath.
He turned and yelled, his face dark with grief and rage. His forehead bleeding with the goddess Kaguya's curse mark, and bandage threatening to fall.
She reached out her small hand but her courage withered quickly at the frost in his eyes.
"Don't ever show your face to me! Do you hear me? If you show that face again, I'll hurt you!"
At first she didn't cry because of the icy shock of his words. But when he ran off, she collapsed on the dirt ground and sobbed. The hurt overwhelmed her, and she would never wish the same pain on even her worst enemy.
His words smite her like a thin steel arrow, and it was as if a thin needle span through her pulsing heart.
When she was eleven.
It was a hot summer when the cicadas buzzed and hummed in the air. Hinata and Neji were sitting on a marble bench. She was struggling over reading Attic verses, and Neji crossed his arms and shook his head.
"You keep mispronouncing that clan's name. You have to memorize all of them. How else are you going to survive the clans in the kingdom?"
When she bowed her head, he sighed and sat next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers. The heat made the bare skin of their arms stick to eachother. Not minding the stickiness of their bare arms in contact, Neji shifted to her, "Look, if you remember the suffixes, it is not too difficult..."
It took her the end of the day for her to notice that he was actually trying to help her with homework, not just being mean to her. Having a soft heart never worked in her favor, or will, it seemed. His words still hurt, but he did not demean her personal wealth like the silent eyes of her tutors who were the royal main family. He was better than her teachers and scholars. First of all, his points were clear and to the point. But most of all, he had more patience.
Her father passed a compliment of her progress in front of others for the very first time of her life.
As a gift of gratitude, she left him a golden cloth pin that showed the finest quality of filigree technique next to his training sword. It was the best gift she could afford with the pocket allowance her father bestowed on her for her progress. But he didn't wear the cloth pin. Hinata took it the hard way when she saw him not putting the cloth pin on his attire. She wondered if he threw it away.
She wish he didn't, because she knew he used to like birds when they were little. She had the gift carved like a finch.
When she was thirteen.
Her father has taken a liking to a virgin who was given as a gift by Menelaum, the prime general of Cretes. Her name was Thorpima. Hinata whispered 'She's very beautiful.' Neji's lips pursed in a thin line. She glanced at him and saw a remarkable coldness and contempt in the beautiful youth's face.
Thorpima was only three years older than herself, and being the daughter, Hinata didn't know what to do with her. There was something odd about Thorpima that she couldn't quite explain. She also doubted that she was a virgin as Menelaum claimed. She seemed to laugh at the princess's clumsiness at every turn. Her rudeness and degrading insults were becoming less and less subtle.
She told Neji in secret, "I do not trust Menelaum. I never did. So I don't trust her...But father..."
She couldn't say more and just buried her head into her knees. He was sitting by her side, his elbows propped on his bare knees. He didn't prod either. It was no longer a secret that the king had a sixteen year old favorite and refused to leave her chambers for a week now and refused visitors, even his own daughters.
Hanabi, her eight year old sister emerged from the shadows, "Sister..." She whined, "My head hurts. Would you sleep with me?"
Hinata quickly wiped her tears and rose to tend to her.
When she was sixteen.
The king of Cretes invited the princes from around the world, but his objective was to get his first daughter's flighty fiance to be interested in securing the knot.
It didn't help his young, impressionable daughter that Hiashi and Thorpima both heckled her over and over again about how she is unable to attract the prince of Namekaze.
Her father would say over dinner, "Learn from your mother. You're not worth your place in the palace, if you fail to captivate even your future husband."
Everyone saw how she just bowed down her head and murmur, "Yes, father." When the evening went on and the party's atmosphere drowned her presence, she let out the contents of her stomach in the shadows of the private garden.
But everyone, except Hiashi, knew that the prince of Namekaze was all over Sakura of Boetia.
Princess Sakura was so beautiful that she was called the human reincarnation of the goddess of flowers and spring, Flora.
She also was in alliance with the Amazons and was a fierce warrior and fastest racer in her kingdom. When she ran, she looked like the legendary princess Atlanta who was the virgin huntress and priestess of Artemis and the only woman warrior among Jason and the Argos' crews.
Even though Hinata and Naruto were betrothed, it was a political arrangement and the Namikaze crown prince had his eyes on the princess of Boetia since at a very young age.
She felt she had little chance to win the heart of her fiance when he was so downtrodden because of his crush on the beautiful, strong princess Sakura.
The next day, as Neji honed his spear, he said as a passing remark to the princess, "I heard that the prince of Namikaze is joining the Summer festival." Neji casually dropped the information as he was honing his wooden spear wtih a iron spearhead.
That was when Hinata finally had a chance to get close enough to her beloved prince who was charmed by her sweet affable character. But after their conversation, when he thanked her, she said shyly, "It is only my duty as your future wife, my prince." He gave the blushing princess the most dumbfounded look, "oh...were we...engaged?"
When she turned seventeen,
A resounding slap rang in the charter. She felt the sting of her father's hand on her cheek. Heat rose painfully from the swollen cheek that she bit inside. She voiced her suspicion against Thorpima's 'secret potion' that she presented to the king, so he could regain his vitality. When she implored him to stop taking the potion after seeing him so pale and thin and get himself inspected by the doctor, he rose from his throne and slapped her in front of his subjects.
Hiashi pointed at her reddened cheek as she lied on the marble floor, "I am not going to be chided by a daughter who is too stupid to even win over her fiance."
She couldn't hold back her tears, and Thorpima whispered something into her father's ears.
She bit her trembling bottom lip and ran away from the main palace.
When she turned eighteen.
Hiashi became gravely ill, and anybody who mentioned his illness was immediately put to death for treason. Hiashi had many enemies who were baiting the time to steal his crown so it was no longer secret that Hiashi was now like a lion without claws and fangs.
The heir to Hiashi was a hopeless weakling and the second princess was too young. The council were relieved that the most formidable chess piece Neji had no desire to rule and was content as long as he was left alone.
They boldly marched up to her and her father's inner palace with their army and announced that they received Kaguya's oracle to take over the crown. They accused her of letting the king close to death under her care.
They demanded that the king was to give up his crown and the two princesses were to be concubines to Menelam who will succeed the king. The first princess was silent and she didn't say a word and instead quarantined herself in the king's chamber.
That night, the ailing king ordered a line of goods to be delivered to god Zephyrs' sanctuary in the mountains. Neji's quarters happened to be around the Zephyrs' sanctuary at the periphery of the capital. But it would still have taken a full half day of hiking in the mountains without horses to be able to take such short cut.
He looked shocked, even angry when he saw her entering his private chamber without announcement. She rushed towards him and threw herself in front of his feet. She was wearing an ugly brown cape and her face smudged with dirt and tears as she sobbed.
She remembered that when she finally composed herself, she said
"Menelam declared that tonight the entire council has planned to raise a coup de' etat."
She remembered saying "I...I know how much you hate father. I...I hate him too. And I know how much you hate the idea of being king."
She knew it was close to impossible for her cold cousin to heed her wish. But she had no hope. No other choice. She couldn't contact her allies—Naruto or Sakura without passing through the heavily barricaded and monitored ports. Her only chance was to get Neji to suppress her enemies.
She rested her forehead on his knee, "But, if you please grant my only wish, I promise I would do anything for you. I will give up my life for you. Even in death, I will give up anything for you."
Her slender fingers were pink by clawing through thistles in the mountains and tears dropped on his knees and across his calves. Her shoulders heaved.
What she was asking him to do was a revolution. It was a matter of life and death. If defeated, death in its worst barbaric form awaits him and his followers.
She lifted her wet opal eyes to her and met his shaken expression in a direct stare. In a hoarse, deep voice, she uttered what was wrong and forbidden to say during a king's reign, "I can't have any other king..."
She expects him to coldly turn away. But to her amazement, he gave himself into deep thought. He turned his face away from her and his long silken hair swept by his sharp chiseled jawline. The moon cast its silvery rays across his sculpted features.
Then he reached out his hand and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers digging into her silken hair. She looked startled, her eyes widened, but he maintained his grip. But he did not apply as much pressure as to hurt her.
He looked down at her as he tilted his head to a side, "So you are willing to give up anything, princess?" His eyes examined her coldly.
She looked up to him, wondering what he could possibly demand that bears more weight than her own life.
But she looked up to him, and her eyes gave him her answer.
Then he lowered his head and whispered into her ear.
"Give up your right to leave Cretes."
When she heard his words, she froze. And for a long time, she seemed to have turned into stone. That meant she was not be wed outside the country. She was meant to live her entire life in her country that will struggle to erase every trace of her. Her future in this place will be dark and lonely and dismal.
Her thoughts drifted to even darker places-was he telling her in a backhanded way that she was to die? She swallowed a lump in her throat. Maybe her cousin whom she always feared and admired from afar did want her dead. But did she have a choice anyway?
Finally, she held his right hand with hers and kissed the back of his hand sweetly, "Yes, I swear."
He asked harshly, "You swear?"
She cried hoarsely and nodded over and over, "Yes, I swear. I swear, by everything divine. I swear by goddess Kaguya. I swear."
The moment she swore herself to the goddess, he rose and took his sword that earned him the epithet of "silver-handed" and taken over the kingdom that was in siege.
He killed Menelaum first and then marched into the king's inner quarters and killed Thorpima in front of her master, so that Hiashi knows that who now owns power.
When the king died, the new king banished the first princess to the temple of Kaguya to become a priestess all her life, so she couldn't marry and beget problems.
He also exiled the second princess to Amazon where she was never to return home.
The people of Cretes called him cruel but none dared to defy his reign. And the new king sat on the throne.
Now she was nineteen. It was still dark in dawn, and the stars refuse to leave, and the sun is hesitant to come up. Her back was turned to him as always after they are done with the deed. He would rise and put on his white robe, and she would lie on bed, naked and awake and her eyes hollow. Her eyes that used to be so full of light would stare vacantly at her fingers that move time to time, reminding her that she was not dead yet.
One night, he heard her say in her sleep, "Oh, God!" His hand gripped on a dagger he always hid underneath his silk pillow when he heard her cry. Then his hand relaxed his grip when he saw her toss her head to the side, murmuring "for my world...to end..." Her closed eyelids and her long dark eyelashes showed signs of being troubled and distressed. Sweat matted her dark fringe to her forehead. She slightly opened her eyes but she wasn't fully awake.
In the suffocating silence, all Neji could hear was Hinata's sad pleas. She was wearing a light linen dress that reflected the golden light of the fire in the bed chamber. The fire in the middle of the grand bed chamber made cackling sounds of splintered wood and hissed as to mock the maiden's dream. Even in her state of being half-asleep, Hinata felt as if she could sense Neji's piercing gaze as he looked down at her.
When she said that, she herself wondered. Was she imploring the gods to spare her quickly crumbling world or was she begging to have her life snuffed out like a candle? What was she begging for-life or death? She wasn't certain of the meaning of her dream, herself.
When he saw cold sweat on her temples, he reached out his large hand and touched her forehead as if to see if she had a fever. Reclining next to her, he shook her shoulder, "Hinata sama."
Hinata started and her pale lavender eyes opened wide. Suddenly, she became aware of the cold night air that descended on her naked breasts and shoulders. She quickly realized that she was sleeping without her clothes. Her bright teary eyes stared at him in shock, as if she was asking him why he was next to her in her bed. When she saw his handsome face looking down at her grimly, her eyes met his in silent communication.
Then memories of what occurred in the temple and her screams and his long dark shadow that cast over her writhing form swept over her. Hinata shut her eyes and curled to herself.
"Oh, no," she wept.
When she hid her face away from him, he couldn't help but grab her by her shoulders and turn her around, "Hinata!" He snarled and she looked at his metallic cold eyes that burned with unreadable feelings she couldn't point her finger on. He was emanating rage but he also looked lost and Hinata felt something that seemed so alien and unfamiliar on his features—fear.
She looked back at him, with black hair in disarray, her eyes glossy with tears as she glared.
When he saw her defiant stare, Neji momentarily looked stunned. Then he let out a brief breathless chuckle as if he was told that the world was to end tomorrow, and he no longer had anything in life to look up to. The way she looked at him evoked something more tragic and foreboding than a death sentence. Then before she could process her shock and confusion, he brushed his nose against hers and looked into her eyes. The way he looked into her eyes seemed to her -coaxing and even tender. Even innocent. Innocent! She would quake in disbelief if she wasn't looking at his silvery grey eyes that peered into hers like a young child. She could feel the soft hot breath emitting from his lips that opened slightly. His breath touched her neck and cause a wide blush to appear on her soft features. Even if she might sound crazy, for a moment she believed she saw something in his usually cold silver eyes-gentleness.
Then she felt something tug in her chest-that irresistible urge to smile along when his lips curved into a rare smile. The face he had as a young boy overlapped with his features, and she longed to see his face longer. Back then when they were children, she did everything in her power to see his smile, to break down the mask of self-discipline. How she wanted him to give her just one smile. To cherish the-
No, she told herself. No, no, she shook her head in denial This couldn't be-I couldn't be. Her eyes widened in shock at the thought that crossed her mind. She gripped on her bed sheet till her knuckles turned bone-white. What she was thinking was only appropriate between loved ones.
Her heart hammered inside her. With an unreadable expression on his sculpted face, Neji simply stared at her and grazed her cheek with his calloused thumb. He let his rough thumb slide down the contour of her cheek and then underneath her soft round chin. Then his thumb went up to her chin and then idly tapped on the plush bottom lip.
Her lips opened slightly without Hinata's own awareness.
Neji stared down at her lips.
Then he withdrew his thumb and went down on her in a kiss. Crushed his lips against hers. Delved his tongue inside to meet her reluctant one. She welped slightly at the sudden feeling of his mouth on hers. As always, his kisses were hard, direct, forceful even. At the savage flavor that spread inside her mouth, her body shuddered and she attempted to push him back. When she dug her fingernails onto his biceps, he emitted a deep and gutteral groan. His shoulder blade hunched forward as he went down on her deeply, and as he pushed forward, Hinata lied down and opened up like a lotus flower. Even when her eyes looked up at him in challenge, her long indigo hair splayed across the mattress like a soft, blue halo. Her chest rose up and down as she tried to steady her labored breathing.
Neji rose slightly and withdrew from the kiss with a sigh and looked down at her. The moonlight swept through his high cheekbones and his muscular chest. When she looked up into his long lashed eyes that looked pensive at rare moments, he grazed her cheek with his cool knuckles. Then suddenly, he sucked in a deep breath and swooped her body with his large hands and folded her into his arms. It was as if he was molding her soft, pliant body to his hard form.
When his hot firm chest pressed front flush to hers, she felt her face burn furiously as all she could smell was his scent. Ironically, due to his frequent 'visits' to the temple, his skin started to smell a whiff of frankincense. When she started to meditate on this irony, suddenly her left ear felt extremely hot and she felt the shell of her left ear engulfed in sticky, wet heat.
She gasped, "your maje—" Then she grunted and her spine arched when his tongue probed inside her ear. His large hand cupped her right breast and massaged her sensitive flesh as if to comfort her. Then the comforting way his large hand massaged her breast became bolder as his hands skated across her skin. His hot calloused, rough hand touched her pale body that stiffened. Then he went up to her neck and lightly wrapped his fingers around her throat and his tongue swept across her ear.
At his impish cruelty, she turned red and confused and started to push on his shoulder, "wait—I can't!"
"You can," she could hear his low voice answer her in a raspy tone, "and you will." She felt a cool wind that swept across her chest. Her nipples puckered in a bud and watching her, Neji released his soft grip on her neck and reached down to her breasts, then to her stomach, and finally to cup her between her thighs. Her center was sticky and flowing. He arched an eyebrow at the flow of liquids from her core and the sweet scent the made his mouth water and tried to suppress his groan. He closed his eyes and his brows furrowed in a deep set frown as if he was in pain.
She wept, and he opened his eyes again and took advantage by pressing his lips underneath her eyelid and lightly sipping on her tears. His lips were hot, and the heat across her eyelids sent an unfamiliar strange chill across her spine.
She found that she should be mad but she couldn't help but feel the unexpected gentleness with which he pressed his lips to her eyelids and held her wrist firmly in a grip. His lips were hot against her sensitive eyelids and left trails of buttery fly kisses over her cheek.
"Hinata sama..." his raspy low caused hair rise on her arms and the back of her neck.
His hand that grabbed her wrist released his grip and touched her palm and interlaced his fingers with hers in a firm clasp.
Hinata bit her bottom lip when he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers one by one. The way he tenderly kissed her thumb, her index finger and then her other fingers was slow and sensual but also intimate in a way that startled her. She could count his individual eyelashes as he closed his eyes and feel the softness of her fingers. His long eyelashes looked almost silvery under the moonlight. The beauty of the man under the moon smite her heart. She knew the strength of his hands well, so for him to be so gentle to her startled her.
At the surge of unknown emotions that pulled her closer, she shook her head, "Pl-please, let go..."
When he slowly opened his eyes, all she could see was the haunting way his silvery grey irises stared at her. Even though his face didn't show any emotion, his heated stare arrested her heart.
She told herself—she shouldn't be mesmerized by what he was doing to her. He was her enemy. He betrayed her trust. He defiled her.
"Please..."
Hinata made a weak plea, and as she instinctively tried to pull her hand away-Neji turned her entire body around so he would face her back. Then he wrapped his arm around her and molded her back to his entire frame. The powerful heat that emanated between the overlapped bodies sent a chill across her.
When he held her so that her back would be pressed flush to his groin, she told herself, 'yes, this is the real Neji ni san...' She squeezed her eyes shut when she saw his large hand reach for her face, thinking that he was going to be rough on her.
But instead his hand reached out to keep her long hair from covering her face. His long fingers held strands of her hair back from her jawline and kept her hair fastened. She could tell that he was being careful to not accidentally pull on her hair. He loosely gripped on her hair, as if each strand was made of delicate lace.
She felt her heart beat rapidly after that simple gesture. But suddenly, his other hand gripped against her hip, pinning her further against the mattress. He moved to fit his erection in the cradle of her milk-white thighs.
As she felt his hard, hot length graze against her most sensitive, private part of her body, her lips trembled in shock.
"No-we already h-have-"
"Stay still."
She started and moved her hips as to get away. When he felt his tip graze against her butt, he groaned and his hand roughly pulled her hips back towards his throbbing erection. "I said, stay still." At his hand's vicious yank, her knees skidded backwards and her hands were giving out underneath as she struggled to regain her balance and pull away. His hand that slid into hair jerked her head back, and his tongue darted out and licked a sticky wet trail across her shoulder blades.
When she felt him busily rubbing his hard, raging length across her slit, gliding up and down against her clit and weeping lips, she begged, "N-no-, plea-please...don't be like this,"
She twisted around and touched his left hand that still held on to her waist, "please-" Over the mad beating of her heart and their harsh panting breaths, Neji looked down at her small pale hand that desperately held onto his.
When she touched his hot hand, she felt Neji's body start and shiver slightly. Her hand warmed up as she felt the firm skin. It felt like touching a piece of gold heating up in the furnace.
His lips murmured as to say something but suddenly he snapped her hand away as if she was a child and laid both hands on her hips. Startled, Hinata tried to sway his grasp on her by moving her hips. She felt him trying to slither in, to intrude in an area that was already violated with poisoned sweetness so many countless times. Her knees tried to move forward.
But she was quickly pressed down by his body that felt like a rock. She felt like a weak prey trapped under the giant paws of a wolf. Hinata whimpered and someone with a warmer heart and more compassion would have felt pity for her.
"Hinata..."
Neji murmured half-frenzied and positioned himself and slid the thick, hard length inside of her. Hinata felt her breath cut off and her eyes widen in sudden shock, as sparks of fire lit inside her body. All the sensual pleasure and hunger deluged her body as Neji delved deeper into her. Sensations that she never imagined before shook her body. Even though her mind said no, her body found Neji's rhythm and moved in sync with him in slow, teasing thrusts, and the sensual friction lured her to astonishing depths of darkness, despair, and ecstasy.
"N-no...! St-stop...ah!"
She writhed to get away, but he further tightened his grip on her like a metal clasp. He slowly started adding pressure to his fingers that pressed on her tender skin of her buttocks. His labored breathing, pants, and gentle thrusts stroked the fire inside her. As he continued to rock slowly against her, Hinata heard him grunt against the shell of her ear. His firm, strong chest flattened over Hinata's back and began to further sink in what was inside her body.
Hinata whimpered as she clawed on the bed's linen covering. "To-too big-" she just couldn't get used to his size when he was being rough.
Sweat dropped across his jawline as he gritted,
"It's because you're so tight..."
A lukewarm drop of sweat descended from the graceful curve of his long, strong neck and dropped on her spine. When Hinata writhed in her subconscious effort to get away, Neji faintly trembled and grabbed her waist with both hands in a hard, tight-locking grip. He slowly pulled out and then came right up behind her, towering over her, his pelvic bone brushing her ass. The heat of his body threatened to burn every inch of her skin it touched.
He leaned his head down and whispered into her ear, "Please...stay still" he begged. He slid his hand between her legs and spread her wet, dripping core, and his cock slid against the wet folds. Then he groaned, thrusting deep and hard.
"Ah-ah, ah! Ah...!" Hinata panted, her body arched over the wave of emotions and pleasure she felt, and filthy sounds of flesh slapping against each other echoed in the room as her inside throb around his cock.
"God, don't move-ah!"
Neji let out a gasp. And she felt his body faintly shiver. She suddenly couldn't breath. Then he gripped her body as if to crush her and started moving, escalating his thrusts before he pistioned into her rapidly. He continued pumping, his body slamming against hers, his cock entering and withdrawing from the milky depths of her pussy.
Hinata moaned at the sharp pain. Then the pain started to leave and something much stronger overwhelmed her. Fear was there, but also passion.
Hinata couldn't believe that something this strange and unearthly was happening. Her eyelids were on fire and her head was spinning.
"Ah-! Ah,ah!"
The bodies that overlapped against eachother were covered in fiery heat. She suddenly realized that his body, as well as hers, were covered in sweat. At the faint firelight, Neji's body glistened. When Hinata turned her gaze towards Neji, she suddenly remembered how she would sometimes hide around and watch renown sculptors create the torsos of the gods out of pure white marble. But unlike the cold marble, the man behind her was all heat, cascading down on her like the merciless beams in the middle of summer or melted gold in the ironsmith's furnace that rivaled the sun.
Hinata's body quivered as her hands started to fail to keep her balance as she struggled clumsily to stay still at the force of this thrusts. She pleaded and begged, as she felt as if she could barely breathe, as his hands gripped her hips hard as he continued sliding out and then in, his pounding deep and fast. Every glide of his cock against her made her jerk and quake without restraint. Her body shuddered in sharp spasms as she shook her head and silently begged him to stop, her body feeling too sensitive and raw as her insides continued to clamp down on him.
How much time has past, she had no way of knowing. Neji let out a moan as if he was choked at the throat and nearly collapsed. Hinata breathed rapidly as she was pressed down by his hot body. Steam was rising from Neji's back and his shoulders quickly rose up and down.
In a rougher voice that was becoming hard to understand, he whispered, "Breathe..." He slowly unsheathed himself and Hinata finally began to break into rapid breathing. They collapsed onto the bed, Hinata buried in Neji's arms, their limbs intertwined.
Neji and Hinata collected their breaths.
Hinata felt drowsiness as Neji's warm breath blew on the back of her neck. Her heart still beat in a harsh tempo.
She gasped, "Neji nisan!"
She heard his low chuckle, "It's been a while I've been called that." Neji nuzzled into her sensitive neck and Hinata saw his lips twitch.
"Please," she blushed hardly as she tried to cover her most private part, "it's-it's embarrassing-"
Neji grabbed her wrist and forbid her from covering herself. He whispered, "is it?"
His hand grabbed her wrist and fastened it close to her mouth.
Then he whispered darkly, "princess, you're mine now... "
Then his silver eyes widened and his graceful brows arched upwards.
To his surprise, Hinata opened her mouth and lightly bit his thumb. Her white teeth gently bit down on his rough skin. Hinata felt the rough leathery skin touching her sensitive tongue and tasted his skin.
Then she apologetically licked, her little pink tongue flicking on the tip of his finger.
She begged, "please..." Her large iridescent eyes looked up to him quietly.
Neji looked down at her for a moment and released her.
Neji turned her around to face him. Hinata started, not knowing what to do with his sudden intimacy. When she turned away with a blush, he wrapped his hands around her face and forced her to look at him,
"Look at me." He spoke as if he was spatting out each word.
She looked into his eyes. His silver grey eyes were filled with fiery emotions that were hard for her to understand. She felt goosebumps rise on her back.
He rubbed his lips against her temple and cheekbones that showed trails of dried tears, "You're my possession. There's no turning back."
Then his long fingers intertwined with her indigo hair and with a slight pull, he tilted her face upward and kissed her. Tired and feeling helpless, she received him without much resistance. Received him. Again and again.
She heard him murmuring as he pushed into her, rocking her body with each thrust, "You're mine now, mine..."
Her breasts rocked harder as Neji picked up his pace. His majestic eyes were pinned on her bountiful breasts that swayed under the pressure if his powerful hips that thrust against her. The bed squeaked in protest to the forceful motions Neji inflicted on Hinata's delicate body that still haven't recovered from his onslaught of thrusts and incessant, forceful pounding. Hinata felt as if her entire body was a site of earthquake, everything about her—her toes, fingers, her thighs, breasts were shaking. She felt as if Neji was mercilessly pushing her to the cliff without feeling any need to be steady or gentle. She tried to bear his merciless blows as best as she could, but she felt her strength failing her.
"Ni-ni san, pl-please...stop, I can't...umph!"
When he pushed up on her in a single stroke, Hinata screamed, and her scream echoed in the vast chamber. Her fingers clawed on the king's arm as she struggled to stay conscious after the onslaught of his desires and violent urges. Darkness threatened to come over her, but Neji merely grabbed her right leg and lifted it above the crook of his arm. Hinata looked at Neji's naked body settling once again between her trembling wet thighs.
And Hinata closed her eyes shut and murmured a surprised "umph!" and her body started shaking once again in rhythm with his thrusts.
As her body rocked in prurient rhythm along with Neji's pounding, Hinata couldn't help but ask,
"Ni-nisan...what...do you want...from me?"
Over the mad beating of her heart and their harsh panting breaths, Neji suddenly stilled like a statue. Hinata took the opportunity to collapse on the bed and breathe. His hand grazed the silhouette of her spine and his lips formed a rigid line and hair fell across his shoulders, framing his face.
Then soon enough he lifted her back and his hips started moving again more fiercely than before. Hinata cried, "Ni-nisan!" Hinata's fingers clawed onto the white pristine bed sheets as he fucked her harder, making the bed frame hit the wall with each thrust.
"Pl-please...answer me!...I...I need to know!"
But then she heard his voice that she had hard time distinguishing from his breathing, "Your...surrender."
Hinata's eyes widened. And she felt as if she was falling into a deep cavern at his words that brought no enlightenment or future. She gave him her crown. Neji has gotten his revenge over everyone, her father, the main branch of the royal family, herself. What did he mean by wanting her surrender? She had already surrendered everything to him. She thought she had give him everything he deserved by being a priestess. Why wasn't it enough? And he was going to get married. While she was alone. When it was him who visited her and summoned her at night. He was going to get married. While she was going to be left in the cold.
The fear that his desire for revenge will never be quenched made her shake. Her body that was already stiff now felt a rise of a cold shiver running through.
Everything she could ever give will never be truly enough for him. Could there be anything more devastating?
But she is not even able to voice a word a dissent, to be able to say 'no.' He was her master, and it is the everlasting tenant of a slave's life to have her life dictated by those who owned her.
She knew, but still the misery and despair made her cover her eyes with her hands.
That night, she had no way of knowing how many times they repeated the act from various positions.
After their exchange of words, he was even more forceful and even in the darkness that offered no respite, she had to receive him. Receiving the man who was the very one who gave her such despair.
Still immersed in her heat, he tried to calm his own breath and then leisurely withdrew from her body. Liquid of an opaque color trailed across her thighs.
Her legs cringed when she realized something flowing from inside her. When she realized what it was, her face showed apprehension after the brief shock and confusion. Soon her eyes drifted lower and her gaze fell to the side, showing only her profile. He kept staring down at her, the woman who does not even want to see the man in front her and thus turned her face away.
By the time Hinata woke up at noon after losing consciousness, Neji was already gone with his heroes onto his mission overseas. She saw that she was covered with a blanket.
She flushed as she remembered how she wasn't able to still her hips that rocked when he kept touching them. And how he persistently probed her as if he knew that she wasn't able to resist and how his eyes were unable to tear away from her face. When she remembered the sounds she made that she still couldn't believe came from her, she cupped her mouth and tears rose to her eyes, "ah..." She knew that she entered the unmarked virgin territory of new darkness when he entered her and made his place.
When she rose, a strange, sharp sensation pierced through her abdomen.
Fear crept to her chest, and she had to accept the possibility. She might be with child. She has been on the verge of throwing up every meal offered by the royal chefs, and her monthly cycle has been delayed.
That night before he left, he held her roughly as to thwart any kind of distracting thoughts that might arise from her mind. She felt as if his body marked a permanent passage in her through the myriad of thrusts. It wouldn't be surprising if she became pregnant. The man, more beautiful than art, dragged her down with him. She once was princess but now she has become just a lowly slave whose legs were used to be smeared with the king's seed.
As she was being held by the master who had no pity, she thought, she wondered. Did she ever once dream of having happiness?
A young boy's voice beckoned her, Hinata sama. The innocent grey eyes looked at her with such pureness, and his smile was her undoing. She trembled.
Fresh tears surfaced at the sudden revelation. Yes, yes, she did, She once did. Happiness, and happiness with this man at that.
She dreamed of being happy with a boy a long time ago. She thought that she did not need to be a princess. If she could just see him happy and free, she thought it was more than enough.
However, fate did not allow her such happiness, and her life has become irrelevant to that word. That boy she grew up next to grew up and turned her into a slave. Life goes on in the terrestrial sphere, and her life has been determined to go on like this.
There was no space for hope as she saw her dream drift away to never be held again. She knew, but now that she had the chance to ruminate on the man's words, she could not help the new rising sensation of despair.
Her hopes were dashed to the ground. She has descended to a lot of a slave fit for a master's bedding-what right does she have to dream?
She held trembling hands to her chest. What if she is with child? What will become of that poor thing? Will the child grow up to also be the object of his father's wrath and desire for revenge?
She touched her stomach. Strangely, as her hands lifted to caress her stomach, she felt a new surge of strength.
Suspicion became conviction, and her eyes suddenly showed vitality and strength as she rose from her seat.
It was as if the little life inside her was beckoning her, gifting her with unforeseen strength.
I must be with child, she thought. Once her doubts were dispelled, she realized that she must be quick to act. She had little proof to be so assured of her pregnancy, but she just felt so sure.
She knew the way in and out of the palace compounds and peripheral quarters. She also still had some political followers she could reach and if she could give them the impression that she was going to be their figurehead, she could have them help her get out. Then as soon as she had the chance, she will escape with her child.
It was good that Neji was out on his missions and her guards were growing lax by her inactivity.
As she went through the steps, she gently whispered to the little life taking place inside her, I am sorry you have to be born like this. But if we stay here, you will be an innocent sacrifice to the man who sired you but will never love you.
In her mind, she was holding an infant in her frail arms. The baby looked up to her with its big translucent grey eyes, and she suddenly felt choked, heat rising to her throat.
Her heart felt wrenched as she realized that the poor thing will never experience a father's love. In fact, the man called father will hate the child with all his heart, even possibly put his hands on the child.
A terrible thought crossed her mind.
What if he purposely...purposely made me have a child so he could vindicate himself? For what father did to him? Father did unspeakable things to Neji, all in names of having a successor. Who is to say that Neji would not do the same?
Her heart plummeted to the ground and dashed to a million pieces at the epiphany.
The child would be fortunate if Neji ignored it instead of tormenting it like her father. But there was a possibility that the main Hyuugas will try to use the child and extort it for political leverage. That child will be responsible for treason without it doing anything.
On the other hand, Neji did not have to dirty his hands with innocent blood. He could simply ignore the child, and the royalists would come like hounds and execute it in the dark at every given chance.
She could not expect Neji's protection.
She carefully trailed her fingers across the baby's round rosy cheeks as it stared up at her with blinking grey eyes. Never good at holding back her tears, she felt her tears flooding down her cheeks as she held the baby who gurgled and babbled. Its dimpled fingers touched her cheek. Somehow, the baby her mind conjured looked so much like Neji when he was a four years old, when they first met.
She vowed with passion, You might never know a father's love, but I swear, I swear that you will have all of mine, and you will never miss a father's love. I promise. You came to me when I had nothing, and I will never abandon you. This palace is a toxic place, and you will never go through what I or Neji did. You will be purer than snow. I will do everything.
The baby vanished, and now she had her hands over her stomach. She looked fiercely down at her bed. She rushed to her desk and took out a sharp knife and cut a piece of her bedding.
There was a superstitious belief popular among royalty that keeping a piece of bedding where the woman conceived her husband's seed will keep the infant safe from bad luck.
Hinata did not think of herself as a superstitious person, but now that she was about to risk everything, she wanted everything and anything to keep her and her baby safe.
Even if it means stealing the strength of the father who will never love the child. In fact, he will want to kill it or make its life a living hell.
Even if he was cruel and heartless, Neji was no ordinary man, and she wanted to borrow what ever remnant of his supernatural strength he had.
While he was going to get married, she was going to take her baby and leave him.
That night, ushered by men who clandestinely moved in the dark, she left the palace and only looked back once. She felt her heart rise at the sight of the ivory palace glowing in a subtle shimmer at the dark and turned away.