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Transformation

Chapter 10

(A.N.) Okay... First things first. Thanks to you all for reviewing! It's nice to know I'm appreciated. Now, second, I do not like the way I write lemons, mostly. This being said, I tried it differently this time. Just don't be too mad at me if you don't like it. I'm sure you'll be in good company with me and others. Third, I shouldn't have to say this, but I will just in case: if you do not like lemons in general or are offended by them, then skip ahead to the bold words that say "Naria's P.O.V..." Thank you for your cooperation.

Mimori's P.O.V…

Ryuhou drew me gently, but urgently, into my bedroom. Soft caresses over my face, neck, and shoulders had my breath catching in my throat. They were such innocent touches, but just the way he did it was sensual. Every move he made was sensuous. Unbelievably so.

He kissed me carefully, and then gradually was more forceful. Eventually, it turned soul-searing and I found that my whole body was alight with the singular desire of wanting him. Wanting him in everyway I could ever possibly want anyone. I wrapped my around his neck and pulled him farther down to me, trying to soak up all I could.

His hands pushed my shirt up, away from my stomach. It was as if that was a signal for things to speed up. Clothes disappeared in a blur of hazy pleasure and passion. Lingering kisses and touches burned into my skin like a brand, and I felt as if I would melt into Ryuhou's body. Talented fingers coaxed such sensations to flow through me, and a talented tongue followed.

Tangled, we tumbled onto the bed, Ryuhou lying on top of me. I could feel each taut muscle pressed down against my body, and I could feel other things.

I am not as naïve as some think I am, nor am I virgin. But my first time had been nothing like this. It had been a fling, this was real. As real as reality could get. And if this wasn't real…Well, then I never want to know what reality, because this is what it is to love someone. To give yourself, body and soul, to that person who is your other half. I gave my heart to Ryuhou when I met him all those years ago, though neither of us knew it then, and now I could give him the rest of myself.

Teeth grazed the thin skin over my racing pulse, and I groaned. I pulled him back to my lips and kissed him hard, telling him that I wanted more. Our tongues danced together as he slid a hand down my abdomen. My breath stopped when he slid his fingers inside me. Then I was arching against him, clutching at his shoulders as he moved his fingers in and out.

A hot and liquid sensation gathered in my body, and before I could turn that overwhelming corner, he stopped. I opened my mouth to protest, but he stifled it by sheathing himself in my body. Without a delay, he moved and he moved fast. It took my a minute to shake myself out of the daze of pleasure he was inducing in order for me to wrap my legs around his hips in order to drive him deeper.

The only words that were spoken were half-growled names and grunts, the sounds barely audible over the sound of our flesh meeting. I could feel my body working up to the climax, felt it close in, and then I was flying. Crying out as I orgasmed, I arched up off the bed. Ryuhou gave one more thrust and then he too climaxed.

We laid there for a while I think, afterwards. Just lying in each others arms. I may never hold him again, never see him again. I held him close and prayed that we could do this, prayed that everything would come out like I hoped it would.

Naria's P.O.V…

"Kazuma, keep them moving!" I shouted from the second-story window of the dwelling. The brown haired youth waved in acknowledgement and continued to head the villagers, Alter users and normals alike, towards the forest.

Turning back to the room behind me, I went over to the rocking chair where the old woman sat. She was in her eighties, to judge by her wrinkles and spindly appearance. Her white hair was fine and thin, her skin spotted with age. "Come on, ma'am," I said, "we need to leave."

The old woman shook her head feebly. "No, I will stay behind." Her blue eyes were that of a younger woman, full of spirit and determination. I could see power too. The woman was an Alter user.

"But-"

"But nothing," she interrupted, "I was born in this house and, if God wills, I will die in it." She gently patted my hand. "Don't worry, my dear. I am not afraid."

A few minutes later, Kazuma and I were back in Cougar's car. After the doors closed, Cougar said, "Does she know what might happen?"

I nodded, a terrible grief welling up in my soul. She shouldn't have to do this, shouldn't have to make the choice. "I told her."

"And she still said she'd stay!" Kazuma blurted.

"Yes. She said that she'd not afraid of death."

"But the pulse could completely fry her!" the Shell Bullet yelled.

Cougar started the ignition. "She knows that."

I strapped into the seat, leaning back. "We need to stop this from happening."

Kazuma also buckled up, gripping the passenger seat furiously. "We sure as hell do."

(A.N.) Yes, yes, I know it was short, but I still have chemistry homework to do. I am hopefully seeing an update close to the end of them month since it'll be spring break. Also, I am planning for the story to wrap up in 2 or 3 more chapters. Um...let's see...anything else..?... Nope. So, please review and, as always, flames are accepted. Love to you all!