WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual situations--- aka LEMONS.
So if you are offended by this material please skip the last half of this
chapter. If you are underage and do not have your parents permission to
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Only a Dream?
After booking a suite at the upscale hotel that she had used before the exam, Kassari, sent her dress out to be cleaned and ordered coffee from the room service. She turned on the television and moved to the bath room. She took her time in the bath, luxuriating in the softly scented water. Her thoughts kept returning to the confrontation between herself and Hisoka. How strong and powerful his lean body had felt when pinning her to the ground, his demanding kiss, the passion and emotion he exuded. The TV droned on in the background, with out an audience.
Hisoka was obviously a hedonist. He avidly pursued people and interests that he found challenging and kept his mind intrigued. Reveling in the sensations provoked, feeding off the emotions of others. He loved the power plays and even the death. Glorying in the fear in his victim's eyes and the taste of it that lingered in the blood after the death. Killing provided him with a high like a drug.
Kassari was disturbed by her thoughts, more so because she realized with a shock at her analysis, that she was staring the truth in the face. So what was Hisoka's motivation in pursuing her? What sensations and dark desires was he seeking? Kassari pulled herself out of the water and absentmindedly dried off and donned the short, white terry robe that the hotel had provided.
She pulled her laptop out of its case, glad that she had thought ahead and asked the concierge to put it in the hotel safe until her return. Plugging the computer into the internet, she quickly accessed the official hunter site, using the codes graciously supplied by her favorite brother. Kassari was instantly supplied with the detailed results of the final test, for a pricey fee of 50,000 jenis.
"Oh, Killua, what happened?" Kassari could hardly believe her eyes. Killua had been disqualified for killing his opponent. Reading the bland script, she was able to piece together the nasty confrontation between Killua and Illumi. The murder did not seem natural. Because she left before it occurred, she could only guess at the exact events. Feeling slightly disappointed she shut down the computer and flopped on the bed switching channels on the TV with the remote.
Gradually, Kassari became drowsy and drifted off to sleep.
Hisoka had glanced at the contact numbers on the card that Kassari had slid into his hand and smirked. She had also written down the name of the hotel she was staying at. 'Not going to hide then. That's good.' After the test was complete, he went to the hotel and asked to leave a message for Kassari Maslou. While the desk clerk looked up the room number, he was able to sneak the information. "I've changed my mind; I would like to book a room."
"Certainly sir." The desk clerk answered.
"I have a preference, is room 410 or 412 available?" Hisoka queried with a disdainful air to discourage possible questions.
"Umm, let me see," the young desk clerk but on a 'happy to serve the public face.' #412 is available, it has a king size bed and whirlpool tub, deluxe large screen TV, large balcony overlooking the garden and full wet bar. Will that suit sir?"
"That will be perfect." Hisoka smiled in anticipation and accepted the key. 'Now, I wonder what should be the next move in this cat and mouse game.' He pondered on his next move; intent for maximum effect, Hisoka had decided when he first started this game that he wanted to disturb Kassari from the cozy little nest that was her life. After all, there are things far more painful than death. Death could sometimes be too fleeting, this was a game he relished playing, being able to drop it and go back to it as the mood struck him.
Hisoka was curious as to what Kassari was doing. He savored the knowledge that in just three more days she would have to spend every minute following his commands, obeying his every whim. Opening the door to the balcony, he could see the adjoining balcony just feet away from where his ended. As lightly as possible, he jumped onto the rail of the balcony to Kassari's room. The blinds were only partially drawn, offering him concealment from the inside. He could see Kassari sleeping, lying on her back, her face turned towards the TV that was still quietly talking to itself. The small robe she was wearing was starting to come open, revealing her long shapely legs. 'This could be an interesting way to try my new skill.' Hisoka considered with a devilish smile.
He concentrated on forming an image, adding emotion and gradually building it, like layering a computer animated movie. When he felt the image was complete he opened his third eye charka and sent the thought form to her. Kassari had not used her mechanical shields or set by nen barriers, the thought form was readily absorbed into her aura. As her sleeping mind processed the image, Hisoka watched in anticipation. Slowly, Kassari started to move, moaning as if in pleasure, panting and gasping, her body bucked and writhed just as if a physical lover were with her. Through the link he had formed, Hisoka could feel the passionate reactions that his mind play was causing. He was becoming extremely aroused. Her emotions feeding into his aura, like a feedback loop. The outside stimulus had caused her mind to react, much like a dream, developing its own interactions. After a few minutes, his perception grew and his mind could decipher not just emotions, but the pictures of her dreams and her body's reaction. The link was so strong that it was like he was physically making love to her.
Kassari was deep asleep when the dream started. She was naked, asleep, lying on a large, soft bed, draped in red and purple silk, the room softly lit by candles. In the faint glow, Hisoka softly glided into the room and moved towards the bed. He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable. Sitting on the bed, he leaned down to her lips and kissed them, lazily flicking them with his tongue into she opened for him. His kiss deepened as he possessed her mouth, his tongue sliding over hers, tasting her very essence. His hand seemed to creep up to cup her breast of its own volition. His fingers gently teased her hardening nipples while his other hand slipped down to brush the satin skin around her navel, caressing her, slowly awakening her body to passion. Hisoka's hand slipped lower, until his fingers just brushed the outside of her intimate core.
"Is this what you want?" He murmured as he plunged two fingers into Kassari's pussy stroking in and out while rubbing my clit back and forth with his thumb.
"I want more." She gasped breathlessly. "I want you. I want to feel you hard inside me." His hand was driving her into frenzy. She felt she would cum on his thrusting fingers in seconds.
"Not yet. You are not ready yet." Hisoka's eyes burned with an unnatural light, becoming feral. "I want to make you cum with my mouth first." His voice was a hoarse growl. He turned her over; his strong hands branded her skin like fire. He licked Kassari's stomach and teased her navel with his tongue. "I want your sweet juices in my mouth."
Grazing her skin with his teeth, he licked a trail down to her curls. Her sensitized skin sending bolts of energy through her with every touch of his gliding lips. Burying his head in Kassari's saturated pussy, his tongue jabbed at her clit, ramming two fingers into her burning hole he brought her to the edge of insanity. She was so close to Cumming. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Kassari spiraled over the edge. Her hips bucked as he held her spasming body to his mouth.
The orgasm swept through her body like a firestorm, overloading circuits, and causing her to scream with pleasure. It also caused her to wake up. Hisoka, severed the connection with lightning speed, covering his aura before, she became aware of her surroundings and sped back to his own balcony. He collapsed against the wall once he had fled through the door, his body still caught up in the aftermath of passion as he had shared the orgasm with her, his own body responding just as hers had. He looked down at the rapidly growing damp spot on his pants. 'Damn, that was incredible.' His face lit up in a huge smile. 'This little game is going to have some fantastic side benefits. I could become addicted to this.'
Kassari's body convulsed in small aftershocks, she gasped, her breath short, her feelings in turmoil. As she slowly returned to reality she tried to pull her scattered wits around her. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before, especially not in a dream. The sensations confused and frightened her. Kassari sat up and piled the pillows behind her back; she wanted to think on this. She wasn't certain if her own mind was expressing her desire for Hisoka or if it could be something else altogether.
Only a Dream?
After booking a suite at the upscale hotel that she had used before the exam, Kassari, sent her dress out to be cleaned and ordered coffee from the room service. She turned on the television and moved to the bath room. She took her time in the bath, luxuriating in the softly scented water. Her thoughts kept returning to the confrontation between herself and Hisoka. How strong and powerful his lean body had felt when pinning her to the ground, his demanding kiss, the passion and emotion he exuded. The TV droned on in the background, with out an audience.
Hisoka was obviously a hedonist. He avidly pursued people and interests that he found challenging and kept his mind intrigued. Reveling in the sensations provoked, feeding off the emotions of others. He loved the power plays and even the death. Glorying in the fear in his victim's eyes and the taste of it that lingered in the blood after the death. Killing provided him with a high like a drug.
Kassari was disturbed by her thoughts, more so because she realized with a shock at her analysis, that she was staring the truth in the face. So what was Hisoka's motivation in pursuing her? What sensations and dark desires was he seeking? Kassari pulled herself out of the water and absentmindedly dried off and donned the short, white terry robe that the hotel had provided.
She pulled her laptop out of its case, glad that she had thought ahead and asked the concierge to put it in the hotel safe until her return. Plugging the computer into the internet, she quickly accessed the official hunter site, using the codes graciously supplied by her favorite brother. Kassari was instantly supplied with the detailed results of the final test, for a pricey fee of 50,000 jenis.
"Oh, Killua, what happened?" Kassari could hardly believe her eyes. Killua had been disqualified for killing his opponent. Reading the bland script, she was able to piece together the nasty confrontation between Killua and Illumi. The murder did not seem natural. Because she left before it occurred, she could only guess at the exact events. Feeling slightly disappointed she shut down the computer and flopped on the bed switching channels on the TV with the remote.
Gradually, Kassari became drowsy and drifted off to sleep.
Hisoka had glanced at the contact numbers on the card that Kassari had slid into his hand and smirked. She had also written down the name of the hotel she was staying at. 'Not going to hide then. That's good.' After the test was complete, he went to the hotel and asked to leave a message for Kassari Maslou. While the desk clerk looked up the room number, he was able to sneak the information. "I've changed my mind; I would like to book a room."
"Certainly sir." The desk clerk answered.
"I have a preference, is room 410 or 412 available?" Hisoka queried with a disdainful air to discourage possible questions.
"Umm, let me see," the young desk clerk but on a 'happy to serve the public face.' #412 is available, it has a king size bed and whirlpool tub, deluxe large screen TV, large balcony overlooking the garden and full wet bar. Will that suit sir?"
"That will be perfect." Hisoka smiled in anticipation and accepted the key. 'Now, I wonder what should be the next move in this cat and mouse game.' He pondered on his next move; intent for maximum effect, Hisoka had decided when he first started this game that he wanted to disturb Kassari from the cozy little nest that was her life. After all, there are things far more painful than death. Death could sometimes be too fleeting, this was a game he relished playing, being able to drop it and go back to it as the mood struck him.
Hisoka was curious as to what Kassari was doing. He savored the knowledge that in just three more days she would have to spend every minute following his commands, obeying his every whim. Opening the door to the balcony, he could see the adjoining balcony just feet away from where his ended. As lightly as possible, he jumped onto the rail of the balcony to Kassari's room. The blinds were only partially drawn, offering him concealment from the inside. He could see Kassari sleeping, lying on her back, her face turned towards the TV that was still quietly talking to itself. The small robe she was wearing was starting to come open, revealing her long shapely legs. 'This could be an interesting way to try my new skill.' Hisoka considered with a devilish smile.
He concentrated on forming an image, adding emotion and gradually building it, like layering a computer animated movie. When he felt the image was complete he opened his third eye charka and sent the thought form to her. Kassari had not used her mechanical shields or set by nen barriers, the thought form was readily absorbed into her aura. As her sleeping mind processed the image, Hisoka watched in anticipation. Slowly, Kassari started to move, moaning as if in pleasure, panting and gasping, her body bucked and writhed just as if a physical lover were with her. Through the link he had formed, Hisoka could feel the passionate reactions that his mind play was causing. He was becoming extremely aroused. Her emotions feeding into his aura, like a feedback loop. The outside stimulus had caused her mind to react, much like a dream, developing its own interactions. After a few minutes, his perception grew and his mind could decipher not just emotions, but the pictures of her dreams and her body's reaction. The link was so strong that it was like he was physically making love to her.
Kassari was deep asleep when the dream started. She was naked, asleep, lying on a large, soft bed, draped in red and purple silk, the room softly lit by candles. In the faint glow, Hisoka softly glided into the room and moved towards the bed. He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable. Sitting on the bed, he leaned down to her lips and kissed them, lazily flicking them with his tongue into she opened for him. His kiss deepened as he possessed her mouth, his tongue sliding over hers, tasting her very essence. His hand seemed to creep up to cup her breast of its own volition. His fingers gently teased her hardening nipples while his other hand slipped down to brush the satin skin around her navel, caressing her, slowly awakening her body to passion. Hisoka's hand slipped lower, until his fingers just brushed the outside of her intimate core.
"Is this what you want?" He murmured as he plunged two fingers into Kassari's pussy stroking in and out while rubbing my clit back and forth with his thumb.
"I want more." She gasped breathlessly. "I want you. I want to feel you hard inside me." His hand was driving her into frenzy. She felt she would cum on his thrusting fingers in seconds.
"Not yet. You are not ready yet." Hisoka's eyes burned with an unnatural light, becoming feral. "I want to make you cum with my mouth first." His voice was a hoarse growl. He turned her over; his strong hands branded her skin like fire. He licked Kassari's stomach and teased her navel with his tongue. "I want your sweet juices in my mouth."
Grazing her skin with his teeth, he licked a trail down to her curls. Her sensitized skin sending bolts of energy through her with every touch of his gliding lips. Burying his head in Kassari's saturated pussy, his tongue jabbed at her clit, ramming two fingers into her burning hole he brought her to the edge of insanity. She was so close to Cumming. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Kassari spiraled over the edge. Her hips bucked as he held her spasming body to his mouth.
The orgasm swept through her body like a firestorm, overloading circuits, and causing her to scream with pleasure. It also caused her to wake up. Hisoka, severed the connection with lightning speed, covering his aura before, she became aware of her surroundings and sped back to his own balcony. He collapsed against the wall once he had fled through the door, his body still caught up in the aftermath of passion as he had shared the orgasm with her, his own body responding just as hers had. He looked down at the rapidly growing damp spot on his pants. 'Damn, that was incredible.' His face lit up in a huge smile. 'This little game is going to have some fantastic side benefits. I could become addicted to this.'
Kassari's body convulsed in small aftershocks, she gasped, her breath short, her feelings in turmoil. As she slowly returned to reality she tried to pull her scattered wits around her. She had never experienced such intense pleasure before, especially not in a dream. The sensations confused and frightened her. Kassari sat up and piled the pillows behind her back; she wanted to think on this. She wasn't certain if her own mind was expressing her desire for Hisoka or if it could be something else altogether.