Succumb
She didn't expect his kiss to be tender, slow, or even remotely gentle - it wasn't; while his lips ravaged hers passionately, she closed her eyes, her muddled, confused mind conjuring up the memory of an even that had occurred the year before…
*****
"Leave me alone!" The stormy figure yelled, head ducked down and stiffly strutting foreword. "You ditched me when I needed someone the most… so go away! I don't need you now!"
The person being spoken to growled impatiently from a few feet behind. He had been trying to talk to this best friend, explaining why he brushed her off during the Tabula incident, but she dodged out of his way in school, and outside as well. A week later, he was tired of trailing after his best friend for so long and finally decided to confront her as she was walking home on afternoon. "Can you please just stop walking away from for one second and let me explain!"
The other bystander reluctantly obliged, whirling around, a long brown braid whipping her across the cheek. "FINE! I've stopped! Go on, gimme your best shot! I can only wonder what kinda lame excuses you're gonna use!"
"Excuses?! They're not excuses! They're reasons why I was so preoccupied with my own problems that it was hard for me to focus on anything else, even you, okay!" Their yelling bounced off the alley's walls, reflecting upward into the sky, scaring birds that were innocently resting on telephone wires into flying away from the loud ruckus.
"…I've heard enough," she breathed softly, turning in the opposite direction and continuing down the shadowy alleyway towards her house.
"Uriko!!" She heard her former friend holler just then. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
Her sensitive feline ears quirked curiously, trying to detect any hints of activity, and it was too late that she heard a noise resembling the whirling of a machine. Just as the girl looked up, she spotted a maroon figure descending down near her from the top of the tall building nearby. Her mouth fell open in a surprised gasp, and she frantically ordered her knees to bend and ready to jump away, a form struck her from behind forcefully. Letting out a pained cry, she felt the wind of the falling person whiz by and chill the side of her face; her body instinctively curled together into a roll. She somersaulted a few feet foreword, but not necessarily safe from danger, wincing as her abdomen vigorously landed onto her backpack.
Groaning feebly, the young teenager managed to arise into a shaky standing position, noticing the stiff fighting stance of her companion adjacent to her, his schoolbag lying on the ground next to his foot. Facing him was a crimson and hazy gray metallic-looking monster, wicked curved claws protruding from what she presumed to be its hands, matching the same gray spikes sticking out from its feet. A long drill for a nose elongated from the face, and briefly, Uriko giggled, thinking that this would be an odd choice for a snowman. Quickly sobering, she shook her head, then a fierce frown marred her brows, just as a whirling machine-sounding noise emitted from the beast, and it charged foreword at the mole zoanthrope with agile speed.
"Kenji, look out!!" she screeched, her anger towards him temporarily forgotten.
Eyeing the challenger coolly, the ninja leaped up into the air a split second before he would be hit, and landed down on top of one of the cardboard boxes stacked together in a group in the desolate back street. Smirking, he taunted, "You'll have to do better than that."
Screeching inhumanely, the monster responded by speeding at the young male again, and Kenji calmly sprinted away a second time, flattening the soles of his sneakers against the wall when he jumped. Reflecting off the bumpy surface, he seemed to glide on empty space momentarily, his foot outstretched and striking the metallic creature in the head. Smoothly sliding by, he left his other leg unguarded, and the monster noticed that, grabbing him around the lower thigh, stopping the teenager just short of his landing destination. The wind was knocked out of the mole zoanthrope as he was forcefully flung through the air, groaning in discomfort when his back struck the hard brick wall.
In addition to that brutal attack, the foe back-flipped, and numerous missiles began launching up from its backside, aimed for the somewhat helpless young fighter. He shielded a few from his face with the security of his arms, but others shot and connected to his middle area, hitting his susceptible abdomen and stomach. Shouts of agony burst out of his mouth when the seekers targeted his lower region, smashing near his pelvis, some even diving into the delicate area between his legs. The torturous onslaught finally stopped moments later, his lean figure twitching as an ache spread within him, and he didn't even notice that his opponent's form had changed to a more human appearance.
"Ugh…" he complained quietly while he was sliding down to the ground, slowly but bravely arising to his feet to confront his opponent, ignoring the sharp pain that pierced his entire body's tense muscles. "Was that your best shot? Come on! You can't do any better?!"
"Kenji!" His female companion standing nearby shrieked, "Stop goading that thing or you're gonna get yourself killed!"
The villain rapidly fired off crisp sentences in Japanese to the two students, and Uriko gasped the faint familiarity of the speaker from glimpses of her tainted childhood. "Bakuryu?!"
The foe vigorously shook his head, snarling and spitting out a degrading insult to Kenji in their native language. The boy growled angrily, his eyes betraying sparks of burning red ire as a murderous glint ever so casually gleamed in his stormy brown irises. Stiffly, he stalked foreword, stopping when only a foot separated the two duelers, raising up a hand to hush his friend when she began to protest. "My brother and Alice have each other to watch over and protect. They don't need me hovering around all the time, trying to meddle in their private business. But, I ignored, and treated you badly, abusing my title as your friend, and fellow zoanthrope ally."
Her expression softened considerably at his words, but then turned to worry when the ninja charged toward his opponent, yelling over his shoulder to her resolutely, "I won't turn my back on you anymore! I promise to protect you from now onward, Uriko!"
Blinding white energy sizzled around his body a second later, covering him in a shield of lightning, and she knew that he had taken the highest risk of any possessor of the zoanthrope crest sign. He had gathered all of his existing vitality together and morphed into his hyper beast mode, where his speed, attack power, and defense was greatly heightened, however, his stamina and endurance was extremely short-fused. She herself had only used it once, to fight against a power-hungry man named Xion with the most bizarre silver beast form, and had come out of the battle the victor. But she was extremely weak after the sudden burst of enhanced abilities, and barely managed to reach the front door of the hospital where her sister worked at before losing consciousness. While the young feline was recovering later, she listened to her older sibling scold her on how foolish and dangerous it was to drain all her power like that, and even cited cases of finding others not so fortunate that had died due to their level of exhaustion.
And now, watching her friend rapidly slash his claws into the Bakuryu-lookalike, tearing vicious scratches into his armored form, letting out wild screeches of his animal counterpart, she worried that what he was doing made him endanger his health, as well as his life. Her panic increased greatly when he executed one of his strongest combination techniques, knocking his opponent into the air, miraculously maintaining his mole form as he teleported to different areas, slicing through the other fighter's flailing body mercilessly. Finally extending his thick arms, Kenji grabbed the villain around the waist, spinning in circles as the two descended toward the earth, and he threw the other man headfirst down onto the concrete ground, the two friends listening to him land with a sickening crack.
But the young mole wasn't finished. Bloodlust glimmering wildly in his wide black pupils, he pounced onto the figure lying facedown, ripping his monstrously large claws through the unconsciously twitching body, making one hundred percent sure that it wouldn't be rising up and walking about anytime soon. Just as he raised his arm over his head to strike the killing blow, Uriko's voice begging him to stop shrilly broke through his battle-clouded mind. As he hesitated, the last of the hyper beast effects wore off, and he was instantly reverted back to his human form, nearly collapsing at his weary lack of energy to keep him sitting upright. Gasping in terrified worry, his female schoolmate hurriedly rushed over to him, catching his head in her cupped hands just in time, the rest of her body sliding in follow.
Carefully bringing herself closer to his still form, she gingerly cradled him in her arms, frightened tears shining in her large brown eyes as she cried, "Kenji, what do you think you were doing?? Don't you know how dangerous it is to go into the hyper beast mode?! You could have died from the major energy drain!!"
A guilty expression on his face, he weakly turned to look at her, fatigue misting his dilated pupils, his lips slightly moving together to twist into a diminutive smile. She leaned down near his level and grasped one of his hands, squeezing it tightly, allowing wet teardrops to drip from her eyes onto his cheeks. How could he have been so stupid, to risk his own life for her, knowing that she was perfectly battle-capable and willing to jump into that earlier fight? She felt like screaming obscenities to him, but bit back her tongue, not wanting him to regret what he did just to protect her from possible harm.
"Uriko…" She heard him whisper hoarsely, and lifted up her head, her ears paying intent attention to him.
The smile over his lips faltered at the sight of her state. "Don't cry. I'll be fine. And besides… you're worth the risk…" Those were his last words before he passed out in her arms.
*****
Promise… the Kenpo student was brought back to reality when he started nibbling on her tender skin. You promised you would protect me… But could you really… protect me…from yourself?
His mouth plundered over hers, and his tongue traced her smooth lips before parting them to plunge in, tasting her moist insides, coming into contact with her own soft pink muscle. Engaging in a brief battle for dominance, Uriko began to squirm, fighting to get out of her imprisonment, trying not to let herself be distracted by his carnal actions. But it was easier said than done, as his hand steadily slid up along her forearm, loosening his grip slightly, cupping her cheek with his palm, stroking her creamy skin with the back of his fingers. Although she realized that now she could move her free arm and push him away, she could somehow feel her resolve melting away when he teased her shy tongue with his, rubbing the wet surface enticingly.
Soon, he coupled that with the thorough exploration of her vulnerable throat, his hand gliding over her quivering flesh, lightly trailing his nails against her skin, bringing a ticklish feeling to her. She could barely suppress a giggle at that, and then he moved on downwards, caressing her sensitive neck, making her perspire, sweat beginning to glaze her cheeks. Satisfied that her opposition was frail, Kenji broke off the kiss, and moved to the side of her face, blowing a sizzling low breath into her ear, then briefly nibbled on her lobe. A moan of resistance mixed in with agony hissed out from her lips, but the tension that had stiffened her shoulders and arms were leisurely deflating. A cruel, knowing smile formed over his expression, and he was certain that with more time and persuading, she would stop fighting him completely.
"A white nightie…" he whispered seductively against her mouth, tugging gently on the bottom of her ivory-colored shirt, "Don't you look like such a heaven-sent, exotic angel…"
She immediately grew rigid at his words. They sounded so familiar…
"You wouldn't be angelic, completely, now, would you? I would be crushed with disappointment…"
The rigid feeling turned to icy cold. She knew what would happen if she pushed him away…
His attention turning to her chest, he used both hands to reach for the small circles securing her shirt together, and quickly unfastened all of the ones that she had carelessly bothered with buttoning earlier. Pushing the open folds aside, the ninja tugged her arms out of the corresponding holes, and quickly flung the attire to the floor. His eyes glimmered wickedly at the sight of her bared bosom, but also flickered over the thin trail of blood that glistened on her pale skin. Guilt lanced him somewhere within, and Kenji leaned down to where the dark-colored liquid resided, and pressed his lips upon the small puncture wounds. When something moist and hot grazed her flesh, the girl jolted in surprise, realizing with a squeamish feeling that he was licking up her blood.
Oh God… she bit her lip in disgust.
But her repulsion grew to breathless little gasps as his stroking became gradual, and he grazed the edge of his teeth against her skin, slowly traveling over to one of her breasts. Lightly kissing the curved shivering mound, his tongue protruded out to slick over her delicate nipple, laving it intently before ever so gently biting her. It wasn't the brief prick of pain that caused her to moan, but the feeling of his hand cupping her other breast, stroking her aureole insistently, both sensations making her head fall back weakly to sink into the sofa cushioning her. Her eyelids slid to a close, her breaths came out quickened and raspy, and when he switched his attention to teasing her other breast, there was little in her that still wanted to fight against his embraces.
Uriko quivered from his touch, and barely noticed when her friend took a hold of her wrist, and guided it down… down past the waistband of his jeans, placing her hand on the tight bulge pushing against the denim material. She gasped in shock, bringing a lecherous grin to his lips when she tentatively began exploring the area with shaky fingers, her nails grazing his arousal, making a groan escape from his mouth, hissing against her flat stomach, where his lips currently were nipping at. The cyan-haired teenager continued descending until his nose bumped into the top tip of her shorts, and with a silent growl, he tugged it down along her slender legs, stripping the article of clothing from her, letting it fall to the carpet floor. One last feeble barrier stood in his way.
Heat consumed her inwardly at the feel of his steady breathing fanning against her nether region, so close to her most sensitive part, hidden within her feminine folds. Trying to temporarily distract him from his intention, the sixteen-year-old female lifted her hands to grip the bottom edge of his shirt, tugging on it in a hinting manner. A triumphant smirk grazing his lips, he obliged, pulling his arms out of the sleeves, ripping the shirt up and over his head, carelessly letting it drift elsewhere. Grabbing both of her wrists just then, Kenji replaced her hands onto the waistband of his jeans, silently urging her, sliding his palm over her hips, reaching to the soft skin underneath and pinching her rear.
This is… getting way, way…too out of hand… she thought dazedly, remaining frozen with uncertainty.
Sighing in partial disdain, he placed his hands over hers, and together unfastened the button securing his jeans, and let her pull down the zipper herself. Her mouth went dry as she completed the task; he slid off the couch and arose to his feet when she finished and stepped out of the attire, then reached down and grasped her forearm tightly, tugging the girl to stand up with him. Encircling her slender waist with his arms, he leaned over and captured her lips, ravishing her intensely, his hands descending to her buttocks. Squeezing her smooth cheeks, he absorbed a moan from her, then he angled his head for better access inside her mouth with his tongue. Striding foreword, he moved their bodies simultaneous until her back met with the wall, and the dark-haired ninja kept her there, pressing his lean form against her insistently.
Ohh… Kenji… I never knew… She tried matching his every kiss, but he seemed to always be one step ahead of her, attacking whatever defense she left open, teasing any inklings of resistance out of her mind. The fresh smell of her Ivory soap lingered on his forehead, where she had dabbed him with the washcloth earlier, and the hard scent of spicy cologne fanned across her nostril senses. This… Is this what he didn't want to tell me earlier…?
Gathering up what little was left of her restraint, Uriko gently broke off their embrace, tilting her head back, opening her mouth to speak, just as his hand furtively stole inside her undergarments. Gradually traveling down her soft skin, he stopped briefly when he cupped her warm feminine region; her thin curls pressed against his open palm. Gasping aloud at his action, the words escaped her mind for the moment, and she found it especially difficult to focus clearly when he parted the delicate lips aside. The girl immediately grabbed a hold of his arms for support, and her knees buckled when he slipped a digit inside her, making her eyes register in shock. The surprise quickly wore off; turning her shallow breathing into heavy pants and tiny kitten mews of pleasure as he slowly slid in and out, intently stroking her moistening inner walls, adding another finger in to increase her tension.
Her nails dug deeply into his lean muscles, but he didn't seem to notice, just watched her with an intense look in his darkened brown pupils, which emitted off a shade of raven black. Her head laying against the wall behind her, the sixteen-year-old tightly squeezed her eyes shut, succumbing to the fiery sensations burning within her body. She felt pressure build up inwardly, getting closer, adding fuel to an explosion that had to occur, or else she would be driven insane, and she made small moaning noises and pleas, yet she wasn't completely sure what she was even asking for. But apparently, her friend knew, as he continued to torment her, teasing her wet clit, playing with her small, sensitive nub until she reached her peak. White light flashing inside her closed eyelids, she was unable to suppress the long, throaty cry that burst out from her lips at her first climax.
An erotic smile graced his expression at her displayed emotion. While her head lolled dizzily, and she sought to slow down her rapidly pounding heartbeat, he chose that moment to drawl enticingly into her ear, "What would be better than touching you… is savoring your sweet taste instead." She moaned at the seductive image that flickered briefly in her mind, picturing his dark head hovering somewhere down there, his lips exploring where his fingers had been doing so, his hot wet tongue slicking into her most private areas…
"Beautiful feline nymph…" he whispered, his breath fanning against her quivering flesh, "Enough torture… Would you like to finish this now…?" He leaned his hard erection into her tender abdomen, stealing a gasp from her lips. Wordlessly, she blinked, trying to force the cloudiness muddling her train of thought, and then suddenly, she sniffed in a huge breath to try and fill her lungs of oxygen - and caught the faint whiff of a strange odor. Leaning her nose near the foreign scent, she curiously smelled his hair, then took note of the heavy amount of sweat glistening upon his smooth forehead. Her eyes narrowed into a bewildered look, but the realization hit her like ice-cold water splashed over her face.
Oh my God… Could Kenji be…drunk??