Some Things Are Best Kept A Secret…
By Kawaii_Kitty
Chapter Four
"Koibito"
When Wormmon had left her alone in Ken's room, she sighed and looked around, picking up a few things and placing them in reasonable places. She finally took another breath and sat down on the darkly colored, yet incredibly soft bed near the end of his room. She smiled inwardly and ran her hands across the soft comforter on top of the bed. She giggled for a moment and lifted her head to look at the ceiling.
"I wonder how everyone else is doing… Did he send anything after them?" Her eyes sunk to the floor sadly, thinking of poor little Iori and how he looked up to her. "Is Iori going to be alright?" She plucked her gloves off and lay back on the bed, her eyes closed. The thought of sleep was ever so inviting, she wanted to turn to her side and curl up and retreat into the one place she knew she could truly have peace. She would have, as well, had it not been for the sound of the door sliding open. Miyako sat up and groaned as her eyes got a shot of the light from the hallway. She heard a snarl from the silhouette that she was sure was Ken. She quickly scuttled off the bed and stood straight up, in fear for her life.
The soft tapping of the Kaizer's shoes echoed about the room as his form quickly glided toward Miyako. Even though he was a few meters away, she could feel the cold aura of darkness and hatred that had enveloped Ken. She gave a small shutter as Ken's body stood close to hers.
Ken brought his face to hers, a malicious glare pasted upon his face. "What do you think you're doing, girl?"
Miyako stuttered hard and stared above Ken's eyes, not wanting to stare into them like a lovesick girl. "I- er… I wasn't doing anything, sir."
Ken growled and heaved his palm to Miyako's already sore cheek, knocking off her glasses and sending them sailing across the room, and Miyako to the floor. "You will only speak the truth in my presence. Understand, slave!?" A nod from her head told that she understood. "Rule one: You will never touch anything unless ordered to."
Ken then reached down and grabbed a handful of Miyako's lilac hair and pulled her up, forcing a yelp from her mouth. "Rule number two: Call me only by Digimon Kaizer, none of this 'Ken-chan', or 'Ken-san' or 'Ken' anything business."
Miyako looked up at him, swallowing hard as his left eye twitched slightly, the sound of his breathing through his teeth made it sound as though he were a lion ready to attack on another trying to steal his pride. Miyako hated that glare, but at the same time, loved everything about it. From the way his lips would twitch, to the spiteful look in his eyes. Every time he glared at her, she wanted to put her forehead to the floor in front of him and vow her undying love for him. She hated it because it made her weak. It made her realize just how much she loved him and the risks she was willing to take to make sure that his perfect self was kept secured.
"And Rule Three:" He said letting go of Miyako's hair and grabbing her shirt collar, pulling her up so that she stood on the tips of her toes, looking down at him fearfully. "NEVER question my power."
Miyako's caramel-colored spheres looked on in fear and anticipation as Ken's grip on her shirt collar tightened. She looked past the violet shield, which kept the eyes she longed for out of reach like a priceless gem in a museum. His face seemed to contort slightly as his appearance grew fiercer, as if stating his authority with his glare. Miyako hardly noticed the change, yet seemed to be more entranced by the Digital Kaizer before her. She tried to pretend the glasses weren't there and looked into the tainted soul of Ichijouji Ken. From behind his eyes, Miyako could swear she saw the long-haired boy she admired, his eyes wide with fear and red from tears. This new body heaved a sob and focused his attention to Miyako, his eyes pleading. As his lips moved slightly, she thought she heard him say, "Help me".
A sharp pain in her cheek and a trip to the floor informed her that she was still in the presence of the ever-elusive Kaizer, and also that she had be staring.
The sharp bite of his voice rung in her ears, followed by a swift kick in the stomach. "Stupid disobedient dog" He said ferociously. "The only thing females are good for is relieving yourself."
Miyako thought about his words for a moment and then raised herself to her hands, her gaze following the back of the Kaizer as he walked toward the exit of the room. Once more, her overactive curiosity got the better of her, and she already knew she would pay dearly for her words. "What do you mean?"
Ken broke his stride and stood still, obviously thinking over his options for answering the question. His mind settled on a thought, a grin spreading across his face like liquid fire. "You have no idea, do you?" his grin turned lewd as he made an about-face towards Miyako. She shook her head, even though she had a slight idea of what he was trying to get across.
Ken walked back to the girl on the floor and kneeled in front of her, reaching is hand out and cupping it under her chin, his face serious now. He blinked but once before speaking to her in a low whisper. "You truly are an ignorant girl." After his eyes closed serenely, he leaned his face into Miyako's
His lips were surprisingly cold against Miyako's, yet still welcome. This scene seemed like a memory of her favorite reoccurring dream. She leaned her face deeper into that of her dream-lover. His face tilted to his left as something warm and wet prodded her lips. This being her first kiss, she was unsure of how to respond. Almost forcefully, Ken's tongue pressed past her lips and met with hers. Nothing like this warmth and new taste of sweet saliva had ever entered the virgin mouth of Inoue Miyako.
Miyako shifted herself so that she sat on her knees, one of her small, smooth hands reached up to touch Ken's cheek. The child of darkness gasped inwardly at the touch of her soft, warm hand and brought one of his own, grasping it gently, the cloth of his glove wrinkling slightly as his hand contracted.
As Ken's tongue continued to venture boldly about Miyako's mouth, he took the hand from under her chin and trailed it delicately down her neck, across the fabric of her gray turtleneck, and then gripped the zipper of her orange vest and pulled it down slowly, almost cautiously. As the zipper released from the other side, Miyako sighed softly, feeling as though a barrier had been broken between her and Ken. The young tyrant released his loose grip on her hand and slid his hand down the front of her shirt, making Miyako moan quietly at his touch. At hearing this odd noise from his mauve-haired subordinate, both curiosity and lust drove him further, wanting to hear her make that strange, yet satisfying sound once more. Ken's hands worked busily to release themselves from their hot, dark confinement. When this was accomplished, there was a dull clank as the metal cuffs of his gloves hit the floor beside them.
Miyako gasped quietly as Ken's hand slipped under her shirt and his fingers grazed her warm belly. Miyako felt blood rush to her face in what she was certain was a furious blush. She felt her face continue to warm as she felt Ken's cold palms gingerly touch her left breast. As his fingers gently grasped her breast, Miyako moaned louder than before into her master's mouth. When his fingers cautiously kneaded the skin beneath her shirt slowly, Miyako came to a conclusion. He was nervous! The Digimon Kaizer in a nervous state was something Miyako would have paid 200,000 yen to see, but that was before today. Though he was nervous, he had no trouble keeping control. He wasn't about to become as weak and submissive as the girl in front of him was.
As Ken withdrew his lips from Miyako's he snarled gently as he took a breath, his eyes still closed, he then placed his soft lips on the ample amount of skin between her jaw and the collar of her shirt. He kissed her skin gently, passionately before re-stating his place as superior by biting her neck only hard enough to leave the impression of his teeth in her skin. Miyako let out a small scream, which gradually evolved into a painful, yet passionate moan. At the sound of Miyako's painful pleasure, Ken's grip on her sensitive breast tightened as he pressed her back into a sitting position. His lips once again detached from her skin, but for longer this time as he withdrew his hand and pulled Miyako's smoky shirt above her head and threw it to the side. He took a small amount of time to look the panting Miyako over, grinning as his eyes scanned over the bare-breasted splendor before him, knowing that he would soon claim her as his and only his. He then looked at her eyes; he had never noticed exactly how they looked. He faintly knew the color of her eyes, and had no idea just how they looked in any situation. They looked scared, yet still bold and strong at the same time. They faintly reminded him of someone he knew; yet entirely the wrong color. He tore his gaze away from hers and ran his eyes over the smooth upper body of the woman in front of him, feeling a slight tightness in his pants as his eyes trailed to her belly and he began fantasizing about what lay beneath the shield of her pants.
Miyako's eyes roamed his body quickly. She felt her blood grow unusually warm as she noticed the bulge in Ken's pants. She immediately averted her gaze to the upper portion of his body, not wanting to think about what he'd do with the monster between his legs. The more she tried to clear her mind of such a horrific thought, the more different thoughts entered her mind, each one more appealing to her hormones than the last. She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head to try and rid it of such thoughts. She was the child of Pure Love, she couldn't be thinking thoughts that her parents strived so hard to keep her mind out of!
Miyako opened her eyes when she heard a chuckle emerge from Ken, who was removing a white tank top from his body, his elegant cape already off his body and laying next to him under his over shirt. Her heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of his smooth shoulders and bare chest. He gave her a grin as he spoke, "I assure you, whatever you're thinking I'm going to do, I will." At these words, Miyako flushed brightly as Ken gave another chuckle. "And I promise that it will not tickle."
She bit her lip, both scared and slightly excited by the thoughts of Ken violating her body entering her mind. She winced as his hand tightly grasped her arm, as he pulled her in for another kiss. Instead of making contact with her lips, he again placed his lips on her neck, and kissed lower, suckling gently at her collarbone. As his lips roamed her neck region, Miyako felt a small dampness in her panties, one telling her that her body loved this, and that she should set her mind at ease and do the same. She sighed softly and placed her hand carefully behind the Kaizer's head as she closed her eyes. Her fingers gently played across his scalp, moving through his obscure, yet soft bluish-violet hair.
He sighed softly against her sweet-smelling skin as her sweet delicate fingers swam through the ocean of hair on his head, making him feel safe and strong both at the same time. Her touch was warm and gentle, like the hands of a mother, yet different enough to make him mad with lust. He barely noticed his cold hands finding their way down Miyako's body and blindly fumbling around with the button at the hem of her pants. As his mind worked absently, he could almost feel her embarrassment and want as her hands gripped his hair tightly in her hands. He winced slightly at this, but then smiled, knowing he was causing her at least a little bit of discomfort.
Another grip from Miyako's hands and her body tensing up told him that her pants had been released. His hand touched the fabric of her panties gently, pushing away the zipper of her pants as he brought his hands lower. When the zipper would not allow his wrist to slide any lower, he turned his hand around and placed his palm against her body, sliding his hand lower still, moving the open flaps of her thick leg covers to the side.
He chuckled softly as he felt the warm sticky substance in the middle of the area between her legs, raising himself up slightly and whispering into the ear of the still-blushing Miyako's ear, eyes still closed. "Horny already, are we, my little pet?"
Miyako swallowed hard and nodded her head, whispering replying with a quaver in her voice. "H-hai… Kaizer-senpai…" Her response preceded another chuckle from her superior before he took her earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it gently, at the same time, massaging Miyako's lower portion. While his fingers worked her body into a steady state of arousal, her hand slipped from his sweet-smelling hair to his back, gently touching the susceptible skin attached to his body there, scratching his back soothingly.
Despite his best efforts against it, his teeth clamped gently against her ear as his throat produced a moan that was quite audible for someone across the room, but incredibly loud for the woman under him. As soon as he made this sound, he figured it would be best to not let his reddening face be seen, and proceeded to bury his face in her shoulder, sucking and biting there without a sound. Miyako noticed this quickly and giggled to herself, but for a very short period of time, as whatever noise she had been making erupted into a moan louder than the one Ken had just made. This appeased the young tyrant, as he smirked, trailing sinful kisses from her shoulder, to her breast, stopping there for a moment and suckling on her hardened nipple and harshly biting it, before lowering himself further, his expert- like tongue prodding inside her naval as he pushed her pants down her slender legs.
Miyako shuddered and moved to cross her legs, embarrassed of showing her very apparent stimulation to Ken. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having him know that he had her for the taking, and all he had to do was insert his member into her, and he could have her whenever he wanted. Ken, of course, wished for her to be as vulnerable as possible, and grabbed her thighs and pulled them as far apart as her body would allow, forcing a painful scream from the violet-haired girl. Ken grinned pitilessly at her pain and forced himself between her legs to keep them from closing and pushed her onto her back with ease.
As he looked down at her, his tongue flew across his lips quickly as he grinned down at her. "You see, girl, this is the way women were meant to be: On their backs and open for men such as myself to do as they please to them. As I said before, women are only good for relieving yourself." He quickly gave her an indignant glare. "Not that you are worthy of the fucking you're about to receive. I'm merely horny is all."
Miyako's eyes flew open wide with disbelief at his words. She sat up quickly, a glare on her face. "You sick bastard! How DARE you think of treating women like-" her rant was severed as Ken struck her face with his hand hard.
Ken growled and took her wrist, shoving it in her face. "You see this band, you little whore!? This means that you belong to ME! I am your MASTER! You will do as I say or face the consequences; and trust me, NO one wants to face the consequences."
Miyako simply gave him her insubordinate glare. "We'll I'm not a 'no one', I am a human girl."
"You still refuse to take this lying down?" Ken spat at her. "Then I shall put you into a position into where you have no say in the matter. How does that sound?"
Miyako had no time for words, or for breathing for that matter, for his lips quickly placed themselves over hers, his tongue once again forcing its way into her mouth. Ken's hands had a tight grip on her wrists as he forced her to lie down onto her back, despite her struggling and stifled screaming. He removed her damp panties from her legs, after putting her legs back together for a moment. When this had been accomplished, he removed his lips from hers, making a mock spit to the side, shooting a grimace at her with such deep with hatred it burned Miyako's soul.
"Stupid girl," he said heartlessly. "I know you're enjoying this. Every centimeter I touch on your body, to the thoughts in your mind. You're anxious and I can literally smell it." His eyes continued to stare down at her through his tinted eye shields. He adjusted his weight slightly as he slid down her body again, his hands following gently, trailing his fingertips along her most sensitive organ. He grinned at her pain as he spread her legs again, observing the pink flesh between her legs, and the dripping juices that streamed out of her, falling down the small portion of flesh between her body and the floor. Ken's eyes closed for a moment as he inhaled the sweet smell of virgin juices and took Miyako's ankles in his hands, lifting her legs off the ground, and the lower portion of her body as well. He bowed his head from Miyako's sight as he lifted his glasses above his head and set them beside him.
A deep, cold shudder of both excitement and embarrassment flew through Miyako's body as she felt the same warm entity that had been in her mouth not more than a minute ago touch a part of her body that even she dared not to. Her whole body tensed up as Ken's tongue boldly lapped up Miyako's pre cum juices that had already flowed out of her body. She writhed and bit her lip hard, suppressing a moan unsuccessfully. She desperately pleaded with Ken to stop, but only to drive him further, his tongue flicking against her cunt. She whimpered softly, hoping to get some sympathy from the overbearing despot, but expecting none.
While hearing Miyako's supplications, he decided to give her a small ray of hope, and then quickly shade her from it. He set her legs on his shoulders and placed his tongue back inside her passageway, licking around the area hard, viciously, leaving no spot not violated. Miyako's back arched and her own hand sunk down her body and to Ken's head, running her fingers through his hair once more, her hand sliding to the back of his head, spreading her fingers along the back of his scalp, pressing his head harder to her. Her jaw quivered as her voice escaped her in high notes along with her breath, for all of this was so overwhelming to her. She had never experienced something like this before, and was only doing what came naturally to her.
Ken breathed in her scent and adjusted his head a bit to where he took her clitoris in his mouth and began to suck on it. Miyako gasped loudly and tightened her grip on Ken's hair. The adolescent growled and then bit down on her, pleased at the scream that came from her. As his mouth worked on the small amount of flesh in his mouth, Miyako's mouth gave quiet whimpers of pleasure, pain, and anticipation. The rustle of cloth from the Kaizer's direction caught her attention. He had turned from her for just a moment to pull his pants and his boxers down his legs. She blushed softly from thinking of previous mental pictures and quickly shut her eyes to prevent herself from making her embarrassment apparent.
She heard the Kaizer sigh as he set her legs down. "Enough of this." He said plainly.
Miyako opened her eyes again; hoping to get a glimpse of his face behind his glasses, for it had been far too long since she had seen the face behind the glasses. By the time she had opened her eyes, his back was facing her and his hands were slipping on the glasses. She gave a soft sigh of disappointment and studied his back. The skin there was pale as well and looked incredibly smooth. His back was not as bony as she had previously thought, but in fact, it looked as healthy as a near-professional athlete's should be.
In one quick, startling movement, he was over her, sneering down at her. She gave a small yelp and winced, not expecting such a movement. She was very aware of the position the two of them were in and swallowed hard, knowing she was about to take a step into a world where even her older sisters feared to tread. Her brother, on the other hand, was a different story entirely. His smooth, cold hands reached down and touched her face.
"You can't stop this…" He whispered to her, as a bit of cruel reassurance.
She nodded and looked to the side, slightly ashamed at her weakness to his touch. "I know…"
He chuckled for a moment. "I know you don't want to, either. It's so very obvious, every movement you make, and every breath that you take is practically screaming out to me, 'take me'. Not to sound chivalrous or anything, but I think I'm going to fulfill that request."
And with those calm words, he brought his enlarged member into her, bringing nothing but pain to her for a slow thirty seconds. As he broke her hymen, she arched her back in a loud scream. She could feel her blood rushing out of her, almost as if her period had just finally decided to begin, but this was painful. She opened her eyes and looked up at the Kaizer above her who seemed to be caught in some sort of a trance. His breath was slightly shaky, and his eyes seemed glazed over somewhat.
Nothing in the world could have brought him as much pleasure as that one thrust, he thought. Just the one was so perfect, so eerily natural to him, he almost felt as though he didn't need another. But lust has a different idea. He took a breath and looked down at her, grinning at their being connected at the waist. His grin shot icy shivers down Miyako's spine, yet calmed her every nerve. She gave him a small smile, showing her appreciation, yet her pain so very plain to see in her eyes and smile.
He looked at her for a moment as she gave a smile that reminded him of his own mother. He growled inwardly at her making him think of the worm that gave him life, he glared at her and pulled himself out almost completely, he bit the inside of his lip to keep from giving out a moan. Pulling out felt almost as good as going in, but not quite. He felt strangely cold and thrust himself back in, giving another sharp wave of pleasure to the both of them and forcing out a moan as well. Miyako gasped for air as he proceeded to thrust inward and back out again, her hips now involuntarily raising themselves to meet his at every chance they got. Despite the earlier pain, her head began to swim with pleasure each time their hips met, taking her to a newer, higher level of ecstasy. Within minutes of thrusting, moaning, and screaming, both Miyako and the Kaizer felt something building up within them that felt like a golf ball waiting to explode out of them.
Despite this mild discomfort, Ken felt it as his duty to make the woman below him scream so loud he thought that she might die. He continued his thrusts into her, making them harder and faster, and clearly enjoying the look of drunken pleasure on her face. With his pace and vigor quickened, he could feel himself quickly reaching the pinnacle of his pleasure. He swallowed hard and kept his shallow moans quiet, as he was tiring quite easily. His tongue ran across the surface of his lips and tasted the bitter taste of his own perspiration along with faint traces of Miyako's fluids.
Ken quickened his pace; that much was apparent. To Miyako, this meant that he too felt the same pleasure that was slowly etching its way out of her, ready to detonate at any moment. She gripped her hands into tight fists, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand. Everything was happening so fast. Earlier, she was at home with Poromon, then being chased by a humongous Digimon, then being carried to the Kaizer, and finally, being his little toy. The thought made her queasy, thinking how things could change so fast. All she ever asked for was a normal life and a love to call her own.
Before she could regain her thoughts again, an almost agonized scream was heard from the Kaizer, and Miyako could feel a warm fluid race from the engorged penis within her. His hips began spasm wildly against hers. The look in his eyes was nearly frightening; his eyes were glazed over as though he was being burned alive. For a brief moment, Miyako almost wished it were so before she too, snapped. Her vision went completely white and all oxygen left her lungs in what sounded like to her as a silent scream. Her body was flooded with unbelievable pleasure as every ounce of strength and reserve left her. Her mind swam in the ocean of satisfaction she had just recently come across for a moment before being violently pulled out of such. She gave a small moan of gratitude and looked up at the Kaizer, who was obviously winded.
He swallowed and continued to impose his strength and posture as the last of his semen left his body, his strength followed out with it. His arms quaked as they struggled to hold his weight, yet his pride remained intact. He swallowed again and took a breath of the hot air around him, no doubt created from the aura of his activities with Miyako. Despite his efforts to keep his superiority apparent, his arms gave way and he fell onto Miyako, then rolled off her, staring at the ceiling, panting heavily. Consciousness was slipping quickly from the pair, but quicker for the young emperor. He gave a small yawn and turned toward Miyako, his eyes closed. Miyako sat up and pulled a sheet from Ken's bed weakly and draped it over the two of them.
She sighed softly and stared at the Kaizer for a long moment before smiling and reaching out a gentle hand and removing his glasses, clutching them tightly in her hands. She simply lay there, holding his glasses and doing nothing except staring at the boy that had just made love to her for the very first time. The Digital Kaizer. Kaizer-sama. Her Kaizer-sama.
Her Ken
A/N: Woo! I did it! I did it! Talk about killing two birds with one humorously large boulder, ne? I wrote my very first lemon ever, and I wrote the fourth chapter! Sorry for the hideously long wait. Writing lemon content is kinda hard for me, dunno why, tho. I read probably more lemons than a girl my age should, yet I suck horribly at writing them. Can you believe that that stuff up there was six pages long? Sorry for any inconvenience that I've given all you guys.
A/N continued: I've also decided to add a new feature to this story, since so many people seem to like it so much. I'm putting in a teaser section! The next chapter is gonna be cake to write. I've gone over it so many times in my head just walking back and forth in my house, that it'll probably take not even the rest of Spring Break to do. Well, on with the Teaser!
I walk in this strange, dark abyss, just… walking forward, not exactly sure where it is that I am headed. Beneath me is no defined ground, yet my footsteps echo around this eccentric world as if the forever-continuing walls around me were close in and plentiful in number.
I growl and clench my fist tightly, quickly becoming frustrated with this pointless game. "What The hell is going on!? Where the hell am I!?" I shout into the void.
"This is your mind…" A familiar voice speaks softly behind me. My heart skips a beat as the voice speaks. As I turn around, my eyes widen at the sight which awaits me in horror…
By Kawaii_Kitty
Chapter Four
"Koibito"
When Wormmon had left her alone in Ken's room, she sighed and looked around, picking up a few things and placing them in reasonable places. She finally took another breath and sat down on the darkly colored, yet incredibly soft bed near the end of his room. She smiled inwardly and ran her hands across the soft comforter on top of the bed. She giggled for a moment and lifted her head to look at the ceiling.
"I wonder how everyone else is doing… Did he send anything after them?" Her eyes sunk to the floor sadly, thinking of poor little Iori and how he looked up to her. "Is Iori going to be alright?" She plucked her gloves off and lay back on the bed, her eyes closed. The thought of sleep was ever so inviting, she wanted to turn to her side and curl up and retreat into the one place she knew she could truly have peace. She would have, as well, had it not been for the sound of the door sliding open. Miyako sat up and groaned as her eyes got a shot of the light from the hallway. She heard a snarl from the silhouette that she was sure was Ken. She quickly scuttled off the bed and stood straight up, in fear for her life.
The soft tapping of the Kaizer's shoes echoed about the room as his form quickly glided toward Miyako. Even though he was a few meters away, she could feel the cold aura of darkness and hatred that had enveloped Ken. She gave a small shutter as Ken's body stood close to hers.
Ken brought his face to hers, a malicious glare pasted upon his face. "What do you think you're doing, girl?"
Miyako stuttered hard and stared above Ken's eyes, not wanting to stare into them like a lovesick girl. "I- er… I wasn't doing anything, sir."
Ken growled and heaved his palm to Miyako's already sore cheek, knocking off her glasses and sending them sailing across the room, and Miyako to the floor. "You will only speak the truth in my presence. Understand, slave!?" A nod from her head told that she understood. "Rule one: You will never touch anything unless ordered to."
Ken then reached down and grabbed a handful of Miyako's lilac hair and pulled her up, forcing a yelp from her mouth. "Rule number two: Call me only by Digimon Kaizer, none of this 'Ken-chan', or 'Ken-san' or 'Ken' anything business."
Miyako looked up at him, swallowing hard as his left eye twitched slightly, the sound of his breathing through his teeth made it sound as though he were a lion ready to attack on another trying to steal his pride. Miyako hated that glare, but at the same time, loved everything about it. From the way his lips would twitch, to the spiteful look in his eyes. Every time he glared at her, she wanted to put her forehead to the floor in front of him and vow her undying love for him. She hated it because it made her weak. It made her realize just how much she loved him and the risks she was willing to take to make sure that his perfect self was kept secured.
"And Rule Three:" He said letting go of Miyako's hair and grabbing her shirt collar, pulling her up so that she stood on the tips of her toes, looking down at him fearfully. "NEVER question my power."
Miyako's caramel-colored spheres looked on in fear and anticipation as Ken's grip on her shirt collar tightened. She looked past the violet shield, which kept the eyes she longed for out of reach like a priceless gem in a museum. His face seemed to contort slightly as his appearance grew fiercer, as if stating his authority with his glare. Miyako hardly noticed the change, yet seemed to be more entranced by the Digital Kaizer before her. She tried to pretend the glasses weren't there and looked into the tainted soul of Ichijouji Ken. From behind his eyes, Miyako could swear she saw the long-haired boy she admired, his eyes wide with fear and red from tears. This new body heaved a sob and focused his attention to Miyako, his eyes pleading. As his lips moved slightly, she thought she heard him say, "Help me".
A sharp pain in her cheek and a trip to the floor informed her that she was still in the presence of the ever-elusive Kaizer, and also that she had be staring.
The sharp bite of his voice rung in her ears, followed by a swift kick in the stomach. "Stupid disobedient dog" He said ferociously. "The only thing females are good for is relieving yourself."
Miyako thought about his words for a moment and then raised herself to her hands, her gaze following the back of the Kaizer as he walked toward the exit of the room. Once more, her overactive curiosity got the better of her, and she already knew she would pay dearly for her words. "What do you mean?"
Ken broke his stride and stood still, obviously thinking over his options for answering the question. His mind settled on a thought, a grin spreading across his face like liquid fire. "You have no idea, do you?" his grin turned lewd as he made an about-face towards Miyako. She shook her head, even though she had a slight idea of what he was trying to get across.
Ken walked back to the girl on the floor and kneeled in front of her, reaching is hand out and cupping it under her chin, his face serious now. He blinked but once before speaking to her in a low whisper. "You truly are an ignorant girl." After his eyes closed serenely, he leaned his face into Miyako's
His lips were surprisingly cold against Miyako's, yet still welcome. This scene seemed like a memory of her favorite reoccurring dream. She leaned her face deeper into that of her dream-lover. His face tilted to his left as something warm and wet prodded her lips. This being her first kiss, she was unsure of how to respond. Almost forcefully, Ken's tongue pressed past her lips and met with hers. Nothing like this warmth and new taste of sweet saliva had ever entered the virgin mouth of Inoue Miyako.
Miyako shifted herself so that she sat on her knees, one of her small, smooth hands reached up to touch Ken's cheek. The child of darkness gasped inwardly at the touch of her soft, warm hand and brought one of his own, grasping it gently, the cloth of his glove wrinkling slightly as his hand contracted.
As Ken's tongue continued to venture boldly about Miyako's mouth, he took the hand from under her chin and trailed it delicately down her neck, across the fabric of her gray turtleneck, and then gripped the zipper of her orange vest and pulled it down slowly, almost cautiously. As the zipper released from the other side, Miyako sighed softly, feeling as though a barrier had been broken between her and Ken. The young tyrant released his loose grip on her hand and slid his hand down the front of her shirt, making Miyako moan quietly at his touch. At hearing this odd noise from his mauve-haired subordinate, both curiosity and lust drove him further, wanting to hear her make that strange, yet satisfying sound once more. Ken's hands worked busily to release themselves from their hot, dark confinement. When this was accomplished, there was a dull clank as the metal cuffs of his gloves hit the floor beside them.
Miyako gasped quietly as Ken's hand slipped under her shirt and his fingers grazed her warm belly. Miyako felt blood rush to her face in what she was certain was a furious blush. She felt her face continue to warm as she felt Ken's cold palms gingerly touch her left breast. As his fingers gently grasped her breast, Miyako moaned louder than before into her master's mouth. When his fingers cautiously kneaded the skin beneath her shirt slowly, Miyako came to a conclusion. He was nervous! The Digimon Kaizer in a nervous state was something Miyako would have paid 200,000 yen to see, but that was before today. Though he was nervous, he had no trouble keeping control. He wasn't about to become as weak and submissive as the girl in front of him was.
As Ken withdrew his lips from Miyako's he snarled gently as he took a breath, his eyes still closed, he then placed his soft lips on the ample amount of skin between her jaw and the collar of her shirt. He kissed her skin gently, passionately before re-stating his place as superior by biting her neck only hard enough to leave the impression of his teeth in her skin. Miyako let out a small scream, which gradually evolved into a painful, yet passionate moan. At the sound of Miyako's painful pleasure, Ken's grip on her sensitive breast tightened as he pressed her back into a sitting position. His lips once again detached from her skin, but for longer this time as he withdrew his hand and pulled Miyako's smoky shirt above her head and threw it to the side. He took a small amount of time to look the panting Miyako over, grinning as his eyes scanned over the bare-breasted splendor before him, knowing that he would soon claim her as his and only his. He then looked at her eyes; he had never noticed exactly how they looked. He faintly knew the color of her eyes, and had no idea just how they looked in any situation. They looked scared, yet still bold and strong at the same time. They faintly reminded him of someone he knew; yet entirely the wrong color. He tore his gaze away from hers and ran his eyes over the smooth upper body of the woman in front of him, feeling a slight tightness in his pants as his eyes trailed to her belly and he began fantasizing about what lay beneath the shield of her pants.
Miyako's eyes roamed his body quickly. She felt her blood grow unusually warm as she noticed the bulge in Ken's pants. She immediately averted her gaze to the upper portion of his body, not wanting to think about what he'd do with the monster between his legs. The more she tried to clear her mind of such a horrific thought, the more different thoughts entered her mind, each one more appealing to her hormones than the last. She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head to try and rid it of such thoughts. She was the child of Pure Love, she couldn't be thinking thoughts that her parents strived so hard to keep her mind out of!
Miyako opened her eyes when she heard a chuckle emerge from Ken, who was removing a white tank top from his body, his elegant cape already off his body and laying next to him under his over shirt. Her heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of his smooth shoulders and bare chest. He gave her a grin as he spoke, "I assure you, whatever you're thinking I'm going to do, I will." At these words, Miyako flushed brightly as Ken gave another chuckle. "And I promise that it will not tickle."
She bit her lip, both scared and slightly excited by the thoughts of Ken violating her body entering her mind. She winced as his hand tightly grasped her arm, as he pulled her in for another kiss. Instead of making contact with her lips, he again placed his lips on her neck, and kissed lower, suckling gently at her collarbone. As his lips roamed her neck region, Miyako felt a small dampness in her panties, one telling her that her body loved this, and that she should set her mind at ease and do the same. She sighed softly and placed her hand carefully behind the Kaizer's head as she closed her eyes. Her fingers gently played across his scalp, moving through his obscure, yet soft bluish-violet hair.
He sighed softly against her sweet-smelling skin as her sweet delicate fingers swam through the ocean of hair on his head, making him feel safe and strong both at the same time. Her touch was warm and gentle, like the hands of a mother, yet different enough to make him mad with lust. He barely noticed his cold hands finding their way down Miyako's body and blindly fumbling around with the button at the hem of her pants. As his mind worked absently, he could almost feel her embarrassment and want as her hands gripped his hair tightly in her hands. He winced slightly at this, but then smiled, knowing he was causing her at least a little bit of discomfort.
Another grip from Miyako's hands and her body tensing up told him that her pants had been released. His hand touched the fabric of her panties gently, pushing away the zipper of her pants as he brought his hands lower. When the zipper would not allow his wrist to slide any lower, he turned his hand around and placed his palm against her body, sliding his hand lower still, moving the open flaps of her thick leg covers to the side.
He chuckled softly as he felt the warm sticky substance in the middle of the area between her legs, raising himself up slightly and whispering into the ear of the still-blushing Miyako's ear, eyes still closed. "Horny already, are we, my little pet?"
Miyako swallowed hard and nodded her head, whispering replying with a quaver in her voice. "H-hai… Kaizer-senpai…" Her response preceded another chuckle from her superior before he took her earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it gently, at the same time, massaging Miyako's lower portion. While his fingers worked her body into a steady state of arousal, her hand slipped from his sweet-smelling hair to his back, gently touching the susceptible skin attached to his body there, scratching his back soothingly.
Despite his best efforts against it, his teeth clamped gently against her ear as his throat produced a moan that was quite audible for someone across the room, but incredibly loud for the woman under him. As soon as he made this sound, he figured it would be best to not let his reddening face be seen, and proceeded to bury his face in her shoulder, sucking and biting there without a sound. Miyako noticed this quickly and giggled to herself, but for a very short period of time, as whatever noise she had been making erupted into a moan louder than the one Ken had just made. This appeased the young tyrant, as he smirked, trailing sinful kisses from her shoulder, to her breast, stopping there for a moment and suckling on her hardened nipple and harshly biting it, before lowering himself further, his expert- like tongue prodding inside her naval as he pushed her pants down her slender legs.
Miyako shuddered and moved to cross her legs, embarrassed of showing her very apparent stimulation to Ken. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having him know that he had her for the taking, and all he had to do was insert his member into her, and he could have her whenever he wanted. Ken, of course, wished for her to be as vulnerable as possible, and grabbed her thighs and pulled them as far apart as her body would allow, forcing a painful scream from the violet-haired girl. Ken grinned pitilessly at her pain and forced himself between her legs to keep them from closing and pushed her onto her back with ease.
As he looked down at her, his tongue flew across his lips quickly as he grinned down at her. "You see, girl, this is the way women were meant to be: On their backs and open for men such as myself to do as they please to them. As I said before, women are only good for relieving yourself." He quickly gave her an indignant glare. "Not that you are worthy of the fucking you're about to receive. I'm merely horny is all."
Miyako's eyes flew open wide with disbelief at his words. She sat up quickly, a glare on her face. "You sick bastard! How DARE you think of treating women like-" her rant was severed as Ken struck her face with his hand hard.
Ken growled and took her wrist, shoving it in her face. "You see this band, you little whore!? This means that you belong to ME! I am your MASTER! You will do as I say or face the consequences; and trust me, NO one wants to face the consequences."
Miyako simply gave him her insubordinate glare. "We'll I'm not a 'no one', I am a human girl."
"You still refuse to take this lying down?" Ken spat at her. "Then I shall put you into a position into where you have no say in the matter. How does that sound?"
Miyako had no time for words, or for breathing for that matter, for his lips quickly placed themselves over hers, his tongue once again forcing its way into her mouth. Ken's hands had a tight grip on her wrists as he forced her to lie down onto her back, despite her struggling and stifled screaming. He removed her damp panties from her legs, after putting her legs back together for a moment. When this had been accomplished, he removed his lips from hers, making a mock spit to the side, shooting a grimace at her with such deep with hatred it burned Miyako's soul.
"Stupid girl," he said heartlessly. "I know you're enjoying this. Every centimeter I touch on your body, to the thoughts in your mind. You're anxious and I can literally smell it." His eyes continued to stare down at her through his tinted eye shields. He adjusted his weight slightly as he slid down her body again, his hands following gently, trailing his fingertips along her most sensitive organ. He grinned at her pain as he spread her legs again, observing the pink flesh between her legs, and the dripping juices that streamed out of her, falling down the small portion of flesh between her body and the floor. Ken's eyes closed for a moment as he inhaled the sweet smell of virgin juices and took Miyako's ankles in his hands, lifting her legs off the ground, and the lower portion of her body as well. He bowed his head from Miyako's sight as he lifted his glasses above his head and set them beside him.
A deep, cold shudder of both excitement and embarrassment flew through Miyako's body as she felt the same warm entity that had been in her mouth not more than a minute ago touch a part of her body that even she dared not to. Her whole body tensed up as Ken's tongue boldly lapped up Miyako's pre cum juices that had already flowed out of her body. She writhed and bit her lip hard, suppressing a moan unsuccessfully. She desperately pleaded with Ken to stop, but only to drive him further, his tongue flicking against her cunt. She whimpered softly, hoping to get some sympathy from the overbearing despot, but expecting none.
While hearing Miyako's supplications, he decided to give her a small ray of hope, and then quickly shade her from it. He set her legs on his shoulders and placed his tongue back inside her passageway, licking around the area hard, viciously, leaving no spot not violated. Miyako's back arched and her own hand sunk down her body and to Ken's head, running her fingers through his hair once more, her hand sliding to the back of his head, spreading her fingers along the back of his scalp, pressing his head harder to her. Her jaw quivered as her voice escaped her in high notes along with her breath, for all of this was so overwhelming to her. She had never experienced something like this before, and was only doing what came naturally to her.
Ken breathed in her scent and adjusted his head a bit to where he took her clitoris in his mouth and began to suck on it. Miyako gasped loudly and tightened her grip on Ken's hair. The adolescent growled and then bit down on her, pleased at the scream that came from her. As his mouth worked on the small amount of flesh in his mouth, Miyako's mouth gave quiet whimpers of pleasure, pain, and anticipation. The rustle of cloth from the Kaizer's direction caught her attention. He had turned from her for just a moment to pull his pants and his boxers down his legs. She blushed softly from thinking of previous mental pictures and quickly shut her eyes to prevent herself from making her embarrassment apparent.
She heard the Kaizer sigh as he set her legs down. "Enough of this." He said plainly.
Miyako opened her eyes again; hoping to get a glimpse of his face behind his glasses, for it had been far too long since she had seen the face behind the glasses. By the time she had opened her eyes, his back was facing her and his hands were slipping on the glasses. She gave a soft sigh of disappointment and studied his back. The skin there was pale as well and looked incredibly smooth. His back was not as bony as she had previously thought, but in fact, it looked as healthy as a near-professional athlete's should be.
In one quick, startling movement, he was over her, sneering down at her. She gave a small yelp and winced, not expecting such a movement. She was very aware of the position the two of them were in and swallowed hard, knowing she was about to take a step into a world where even her older sisters feared to tread. Her brother, on the other hand, was a different story entirely. His smooth, cold hands reached down and touched her face.
"You can't stop this…" He whispered to her, as a bit of cruel reassurance.
She nodded and looked to the side, slightly ashamed at her weakness to his touch. "I know…"
He chuckled for a moment. "I know you don't want to, either. It's so very obvious, every movement you make, and every breath that you take is practically screaming out to me, 'take me'. Not to sound chivalrous or anything, but I think I'm going to fulfill that request."
And with those calm words, he brought his enlarged member into her, bringing nothing but pain to her for a slow thirty seconds. As he broke her hymen, she arched her back in a loud scream. She could feel her blood rushing out of her, almost as if her period had just finally decided to begin, but this was painful. She opened her eyes and looked up at the Kaizer above her who seemed to be caught in some sort of a trance. His breath was slightly shaky, and his eyes seemed glazed over somewhat.
Nothing in the world could have brought him as much pleasure as that one thrust, he thought. Just the one was so perfect, so eerily natural to him, he almost felt as though he didn't need another. But lust has a different idea. He took a breath and looked down at her, grinning at their being connected at the waist. His grin shot icy shivers down Miyako's spine, yet calmed her every nerve. She gave him a small smile, showing her appreciation, yet her pain so very plain to see in her eyes and smile.
He looked at her for a moment as she gave a smile that reminded him of his own mother. He growled inwardly at her making him think of the worm that gave him life, he glared at her and pulled himself out almost completely, he bit the inside of his lip to keep from giving out a moan. Pulling out felt almost as good as going in, but not quite. He felt strangely cold and thrust himself back in, giving another sharp wave of pleasure to the both of them and forcing out a moan as well. Miyako gasped for air as he proceeded to thrust inward and back out again, her hips now involuntarily raising themselves to meet his at every chance they got. Despite the earlier pain, her head began to swim with pleasure each time their hips met, taking her to a newer, higher level of ecstasy. Within minutes of thrusting, moaning, and screaming, both Miyako and the Kaizer felt something building up within them that felt like a golf ball waiting to explode out of them.
Despite this mild discomfort, Ken felt it as his duty to make the woman below him scream so loud he thought that she might die. He continued his thrusts into her, making them harder and faster, and clearly enjoying the look of drunken pleasure on her face. With his pace and vigor quickened, he could feel himself quickly reaching the pinnacle of his pleasure. He swallowed hard and kept his shallow moans quiet, as he was tiring quite easily. His tongue ran across the surface of his lips and tasted the bitter taste of his own perspiration along with faint traces of Miyako's fluids.
Ken quickened his pace; that much was apparent. To Miyako, this meant that he too felt the same pleasure that was slowly etching its way out of her, ready to detonate at any moment. She gripped her hands into tight fists, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand. Everything was happening so fast. Earlier, she was at home with Poromon, then being chased by a humongous Digimon, then being carried to the Kaizer, and finally, being his little toy. The thought made her queasy, thinking how things could change so fast. All she ever asked for was a normal life and a love to call her own.
Before she could regain her thoughts again, an almost agonized scream was heard from the Kaizer, and Miyako could feel a warm fluid race from the engorged penis within her. His hips began spasm wildly against hers. The look in his eyes was nearly frightening; his eyes were glazed over as though he was being burned alive. For a brief moment, Miyako almost wished it were so before she too, snapped. Her vision went completely white and all oxygen left her lungs in what sounded like to her as a silent scream. Her body was flooded with unbelievable pleasure as every ounce of strength and reserve left her. Her mind swam in the ocean of satisfaction she had just recently come across for a moment before being violently pulled out of such. She gave a small moan of gratitude and looked up at the Kaizer, who was obviously winded.
He swallowed and continued to impose his strength and posture as the last of his semen left his body, his strength followed out with it. His arms quaked as they struggled to hold his weight, yet his pride remained intact. He swallowed again and took a breath of the hot air around him, no doubt created from the aura of his activities with Miyako. Despite his efforts to keep his superiority apparent, his arms gave way and he fell onto Miyako, then rolled off her, staring at the ceiling, panting heavily. Consciousness was slipping quickly from the pair, but quicker for the young emperor. He gave a small yawn and turned toward Miyako, his eyes closed. Miyako sat up and pulled a sheet from Ken's bed weakly and draped it over the two of them.
She sighed softly and stared at the Kaizer for a long moment before smiling and reaching out a gentle hand and removing his glasses, clutching them tightly in her hands. She simply lay there, holding his glasses and doing nothing except staring at the boy that had just made love to her for the very first time. The Digital Kaizer. Kaizer-sama. Her Kaizer-sama.
Her Ken
A/N: Woo! I did it! I did it! Talk about killing two birds with one humorously large boulder, ne? I wrote my very first lemon ever, and I wrote the fourth chapter! Sorry for the hideously long wait. Writing lemon content is kinda hard for me, dunno why, tho. I read probably more lemons than a girl my age should, yet I suck horribly at writing them. Can you believe that that stuff up there was six pages long? Sorry for any inconvenience that I've given all you guys.
A/N continued: I've also decided to add a new feature to this story, since so many people seem to like it so much. I'm putting in a teaser section! The next chapter is gonna be cake to write. I've gone over it so many times in my head just walking back and forth in my house, that it'll probably take not even the rest of Spring Break to do. Well, on with the Teaser!
I walk in this strange, dark abyss, just… walking forward, not exactly sure where it is that I am headed. Beneath me is no defined ground, yet my footsteps echo around this eccentric world as if the forever-continuing walls around me were close in and plentiful in number.
I growl and clench my fist tightly, quickly becoming frustrated with this pointless game. "What The hell is going on!? Where the hell am I!?" I shout into the void.
"This is your mind…" A familiar voice speaks softly behind me. My heart skips a beat as the voice speaks. As I turn around, my eyes widen at the sight which awaits me in horror…
