Chapter Three
I could sense Miaka's pain, watching as the man she loved walked away once more into a somewhat dangerous situation. But what would happen if Miaka left with him? Would she make it back alive? I wasn't about ready to risk losing her.
I watched as Miaka ran off into the distance. Once she realized that she could not catch up to Tamahome's carriage, she discontinued, falling to the ground in a big puff of sand and dust. I rushed over to comfort her. It was then that I realized how much pain Miaka was really enduring. She felt the same mourning a person feels when a loved one passes on. It was almost as if she knew that Tamahome may not make it back alive.
Miaka... I paused, lifting her fragile body off the ground and into my arms. I carried her back to my palace and set here down gently in my bed. As she lay there, I gazed at here lovingly and smiled. I realized she was very ill and that what I was about to do may not be the best judge of my character. However, what if this was my one chance to make Miaka Yuki my bride? Is it too much if the answer to all my problems lies in a simple act of human indecency?
"What if Miaka were to loathe and despise me forever for my actions?" I thought to myself as I began removing Miaka's garments. As I unveiled her flawless body, purging it of a brown dress, and a fancy white shirt, I came across some rather unusual garments, A white, laced garment securing her breasts and another white, lacey cloth that covered her lower body. "Why do the other world females wear these garments?" I questioned, as I removed the excess garments from Miaka's body.
"Why must such beauty be hidden under such ugly garments?" I questioned, while placing a hand on Miaka's soft breast. I realized what I was doing was wrong, taking advantage of an innocent girl. Tamahome's innocent girl, to say the least. However, I was happy with myself. Happy that I may finally have the chance to make love to Miaka.
I gazed lovingly at Miaka. As I began to pull myself on top of her, she started to awaken. "Hoto..." she began to say as she looked down and blushed, realizing that her clothes had been stripped from her body. "What's going on, Hotohori?" Miaka questioned, as she attempted to push me off of her. I held onto Miaka tightly, as I pushed myself inside of her. She let out a loud shriek of disgust and pain as I thrust myself into her. The more she screamed, the faster I'd go in and out of her.
"Yiaaaaaaaa!!!" Miaka shrieked, as my genital struck and tore through her hymen. I watched as Miaka screamed in discomfort, continuing to thrust inside her. As I thrusted inside of her more, I noticed blood coming from inside of Miaka, soaking into my bedding. "I just raped the Suzaku No Miko." I thought to myself, without an ounce of guilt in my mind. I did not feel guilty in the least bit. In fact, I rather enjoyed the experience.
-To Be Continued-
Yes, the poor readers are being left with a cliffhanger
I could sense Miaka's pain, watching as the man she loved walked away once more into a somewhat dangerous situation. But what would happen if Miaka left with him? Would she make it back alive? I wasn't about ready to risk losing her.
I watched as Miaka ran off into the distance. Once she realized that she could not catch up to Tamahome's carriage, she discontinued, falling to the ground in a big puff of sand and dust. I rushed over to comfort her. It was then that I realized how much pain Miaka was really enduring. She felt the same mourning a person feels when a loved one passes on. It was almost as if she knew that Tamahome may not make it back alive.
Miaka... I paused, lifting her fragile body off the ground and into my arms. I carried her back to my palace and set here down gently in my bed. As she lay there, I gazed at here lovingly and smiled. I realized she was very ill and that what I was about to do may not be the best judge of my character. However, what if this was my one chance to make Miaka Yuki my bride? Is it too much if the answer to all my problems lies in a simple act of human indecency?
"What if Miaka were to loathe and despise me forever for my actions?" I thought to myself as I began removing Miaka's garments. As I unveiled her flawless body, purging it of a brown dress, and a fancy white shirt, I came across some rather unusual garments, A white, laced garment securing her breasts and another white, lacey cloth that covered her lower body. "Why do the other world females wear these garments?" I questioned, as I removed the excess garments from Miaka's body.
"Why must such beauty be hidden under such ugly garments?" I questioned, while placing a hand on Miaka's soft breast. I realized what I was doing was wrong, taking advantage of an innocent girl. Tamahome's innocent girl, to say the least. However, I was happy with myself. Happy that I may finally have the chance to make love to Miaka.
I gazed lovingly at Miaka. As I began to pull myself on top of her, she started to awaken. "Hoto..." she began to say as she looked down and blushed, realizing that her clothes had been stripped from her body. "What's going on, Hotohori?" Miaka questioned, as she attempted to push me off of her. I held onto Miaka tightly, as I pushed myself inside of her. She let out a loud shriek of disgust and pain as I thrust myself into her. The more she screamed, the faster I'd go in and out of her.
"Yiaaaaaaaa!!!" Miaka shrieked, as my genital struck and tore through her hymen. I watched as Miaka screamed in discomfort, continuing to thrust inside her. As I thrusted inside of her more, I noticed blood coming from inside of Miaka, soaking into my bedding. "I just raped the Suzaku No Miko." I thought to myself, without an ounce of guilt in my mind. I did not feel guilty in the least bit. In fact, I rather enjoyed the experience.
-To Be Continued-
Yes, the poor readers are being left with a cliffhanger