Chapter 7
Ayame tried to keep her breathing soft and shallow. She scanned the shadows around her furtively, looking for any sign of Sakon. When she saw none, she retreated further into the woods and began to flit from tree to tree, looking for the stables.
She deducted that the horses would be kept a reasonable distance from the house, so as to prevent any of the scents from the animals reaching the occupants of the mansion.
Quietly, she snuck through the woods, every fiber of her being focused on listening for Sakon. It was her first mistake.
Her second was that she was so busy looking ahead of her, that she left her back unprotected. It was by pure luck that she didn't die that night.
She felt the presence before she heard anything. Quickly, she spun around, to face a monstrosity that she never dreamed existed. It was blood red and had six pairs of eyes, long black talons, a thick, lizard like tail and scales covering its body.
As she stood, transfixed, a long, blue tongue flickered out and licked her cheek.
"Niiiiiiccccceee," the thing hissed. "You are ssssssssweeet. Untouched. Join with me and I sssshalll ssshow you unparallel pleassssssure."
"Not fucking likely," she retorted, drawing her sword. She launched herself into the air and came down with a deadly slash. The thing moved with lightning speed and dodged her attack, slapping her to the ground with its tail.
From her place on the ground, Ayame saw red. She had been through serious physical and emotional stress and turmoil recently and she was not in the mood to put up with any bullshit.
She sprang to her feet and in a fury, started an attack that she had perfected in her training. It was swift, furious, and gave her opponent no time to defend himself against her.
Soon the creature was oozing liquid from numerous slashes along its body and she pulled out her sword, finishing off the thing in one fluid motion.
As she stood there, trying to catch her breath, she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Spinning around, she brought her sword up to the person's neck. Her eyes widened as she saw Sakon and she quickly deflected the blow.
He studied her crossly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "You know that it's not safe and yet you come out here in your weakened condition. You have GOT to be the world's biggest jackass!"
She threw a punch at him.
He ducked and grabbed her hand, forcing her up against a tree. He pinned her with his body as she struggled against him. Glaring down at her, he ground out, "Someone needed to have taken a whip to you when you were a child, you hard-headed little bitch!"
"And someone should have cut your balls off!" she retorted hotly.
He stared at her for a long moment, and then his lips twitched. He burst out laughing and raised a hand to her cheek. "You little spitfire," he murmured softly.
The next thing she knew, his lips had descended on hers. His mouth was hot and as she gasped, he used the opportunity to caress the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Ayame stopped struggling and gave herself wholly up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She felt his surprise and elation when she wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands traveled up her thigh and under her dress.
The filmy garment proved to be no barrier and as his skilled fingers moved higher, taking the dress with them, she raised her arms, allowing him to peel it off and throw it on the floor.
Her fingers found the button of his jeans and she undid the fly, pulling the heavy denim off his hips. She was in such a hurry that she ripped his white shirt, causing a long rend from the neckline.
His mouth trailed kisses down her jaw line and down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. He stopped and undid the front clasp of her bra and stared down at her breasts. When she couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth.
She exhaled on a rush, swamped by the sensations running through her. Her hands caressed his back, nails sometimes digging into the firm flesh, as he pleasured her.
He lowered her for a couple of seconds while he stripped off their underwear and then returned her legs to around his waist. He placed his hand between her legs and found her wet and ready for him.
He entered her swiftly, causing her to cry out in pain. He stilled, and watched her in disbelief. "You're a VIRGIN?"
"Well, I WAS," she replied between gritted teeth, "and if you stop now, I WILL kill you."
He chuckled and bent his head, giving her a long, deep kiss. "I promise to make it good.....I'm only twenty four. Way too young to die."
He began to move inside of her slowly. At first it was highly uncomfortable and still painful but after a few seconds, she began to feel a pleasant friction and a build up of a sort of tension inside of her.
Not knowing what it was she wanted exactly but guided by instinct, she used her lithe, flexible body to ride him, making him marvel that someone with so little experience could create such a whirlwind. He felt her about to climax and as she did, he followed, their hoarse cries echoing in the night air.
Ayame tried to keep her breathing soft and shallow. She scanned the shadows around her furtively, looking for any sign of Sakon. When she saw none, she retreated further into the woods and began to flit from tree to tree, looking for the stables.
She deducted that the horses would be kept a reasonable distance from the house, so as to prevent any of the scents from the animals reaching the occupants of the mansion.
Quietly, she snuck through the woods, every fiber of her being focused on listening for Sakon. It was her first mistake.
Her second was that she was so busy looking ahead of her, that she left her back unprotected. It was by pure luck that she didn't die that night.
She felt the presence before she heard anything. Quickly, she spun around, to face a monstrosity that she never dreamed existed. It was blood red and had six pairs of eyes, long black talons, a thick, lizard like tail and scales covering its body.
As she stood, transfixed, a long, blue tongue flickered out and licked her cheek.
"Niiiiiiccccceee," the thing hissed. "You are ssssssssweeet. Untouched. Join with me and I sssshalll ssshow you unparallel pleassssssure."
"Not fucking likely," she retorted, drawing her sword. She launched herself into the air and came down with a deadly slash. The thing moved with lightning speed and dodged her attack, slapping her to the ground with its tail.
From her place on the ground, Ayame saw red. She had been through serious physical and emotional stress and turmoil recently and she was not in the mood to put up with any bullshit.
She sprang to her feet and in a fury, started an attack that she had perfected in her training. It was swift, furious, and gave her opponent no time to defend himself against her.
Soon the creature was oozing liquid from numerous slashes along its body and she pulled out her sword, finishing off the thing in one fluid motion.
As she stood there, trying to catch her breath, she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Spinning around, she brought her sword up to the person's neck. Her eyes widened as she saw Sakon and she quickly deflected the blow.
He studied her crossly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "You know that it's not safe and yet you come out here in your weakened condition. You have GOT to be the world's biggest jackass!"
She threw a punch at him.
He ducked and grabbed her hand, forcing her up against a tree. He pinned her with his body as she struggled against him. Glaring down at her, he ground out, "Someone needed to have taken a whip to you when you were a child, you hard-headed little bitch!"
"And someone should have cut your balls off!" she retorted hotly.
He stared at her for a long moment, and then his lips twitched. He burst out laughing and raised a hand to her cheek. "You little spitfire," he murmured softly.
The next thing she knew, his lips had descended on hers. His mouth was hot and as she gasped, he used the opportunity to caress the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Ayame stopped struggling and gave herself wholly up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She felt his surprise and elation when she wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands traveled up her thigh and under her dress.
The filmy garment proved to be no barrier and as his skilled fingers moved higher, taking the dress with them, she raised her arms, allowing him to peel it off and throw it on the floor.
Her fingers found the button of his jeans and she undid the fly, pulling the heavy denim off his hips. She was in such a hurry that she ripped his white shirt, causing a long rend from the neckline.
His mouth trailed kisses down her jaw line and down her neck, to the hollow of her throat. He stopped and undid the front clasp of her bra and stared down at her breasts. When she couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth.
She exhaled on a rush, swamped by the sensations running through her. Her hands caressed his back, nails sometimes digging into the firm flesh, as he pleasured her.
He lowered her for a couple of seconds while he stripped off their underwear and then returned her legs to around his waist. He placed his hand between her legs and found her wet and ready for him.
He entered her swiftly, causing her to cry out in pain. He stilled, and watched her in disbelief. "You're a VIRGIN?"
"Well, I WAS," she replied between gritted teeth, "and if you stop now, I WILL kill you."
He chuckled and bent his head, giving her a long, deep kiss. "I promise to make it good.....I'm only twenty four. Way too young to die."
He began to move inside of her slowly. At first it was highly uncomfortable and still painful but after a few seconds, she began to feel a pleasant friction and a build up of a sort of tension inside of her.
Not knowing what it was she wanted exactly but guided by instinct, she used her lithe, flexible body to ride him, making him marvel that someone with so little experience could create such a whirlwind. He felt her about to climax and as she did, he followed, their hoarse cries echoing in the night air.