Chapter 31, Mine.

Warning: Heavily Mature Content, Language.

(Author: WHOA THERE EVERYONE~! This chapter is rated M/NC-17! By reading on, you are confirming you are of age!)

It was well past midnight when she returned to her dormitory, and a storm was beginning to roll in across the night sky. Only a few lights could be seen from outside, and everything was quiet as she rode the elevator up to the top floor. She had spent the evening with Rin and Yukio, finally releasing her frustrations that had been pent up over weeks. However, she kept everything about Amaimon a secret, still. She couldn't let anyone know, no matter how much it irked her. She had mostly ignored Rin's presence for the first hour and a half while she sat and talked to Yukio about Johann, and he sat quietly, listening to her vent while she paced the room, picking up the items that she tossed sporadically, and occasionally she flopped down onto the bed next to her tutor, where he would place a hand on her knee to console her or hold her hand loosely when she became emotional for just a few moments.

Once she had begun to calm down, she started to watch Rin pack from the corner of her eye, noticing his tail was completely out in the open, swishing around like it had a mind of its own. After a while, she addressed him, asking about it, and the two talked about how he found out he was a demon. She supposed, that he wasn't actually a bad guy, he was still the same Rin, with the same sense of humor, the same kindness, the same empathy, everything that she enjoyed about him. A feeling of guilt overwhelmed her, and she finally apologized for keeping her distance and ignoring him for so long. It seemed possible that she had been pushing some of her frustrations, anger, and fear, onto him instead of processing it properly. It was unfortunately easy to do with someone who was different, such as a demon; especially after what Rin and Amaimon had done. Still, she had never even given him the chance to explain himself. Rin only smiled, happy that someone was finally accepting him for who he was.

She sighed, feeling relaxed after opening up finally and letting out so much misdirected emotions. Tomorrow, she would have to meet up with the director, and have an actual talk with him about everything over coffee or something. Surely, like Rin, there was a reasonable explanation as to why he was lying to her, and why he had to go under so many aliases.

As she walked down the dimly lit corridor towards her room, it seemed as if it grew darker at the end, surrounding her door. Maybe it was because of the way she had left things, she thought. The air was still, and felt rather unwelcoming as she approached.

Yawning, she flipped through the keys on her keychain until she found the right one, and unlocked the door. It opened with a quiet creak, and she tossed her purse onto the ground beside the coat rack. A deep thunder rolled across the sky, and when she went for the light switches, nothing happened. The power must have just gone out, she assumed, untying her uniform tie and kicking off her shoes by the door. She pulled the sweater over her head as she turned around, and began unbuttoning her shirt when a flash of lightning struck and illuminated the room, casting dark shadows everywhere in the corner of her eye.

She stopped, looking around the darkness.

It was then that she felt it, yet again. She felt the presence, the eyes on her like she had felt her whole life.

Lightning struck again and lit up the room from the window once more, and her heart pounded as she jumped back, seeing something that wasn't normally there.

Sitting in the plush chair near the window, with looming green eyes, was Mephisto dressed in one of his silk yukatas ties loosely about his waist. His elbow rested on the arm of the chair, his head being propped up by long fingers spread across his face; sharp nails indented his forehead and cheek. His other arm extended out over the chair, clasping a glass of wine loosely as he tapped on it with black claws while he awaited her return.

"Oh, it's you!" she exclaimed with a sigh of relief, the tenseness in her body wavering. "For a second, I thought…" she began mumbling, only for her voice to trail off as she thought about the feeling she had sensed. She always thought that familiar sensation was from demons, and so she was half expecting the King of Earth to be there, but perhaps, she wondered, she just felt that way whenever anyone or anything was around her. The room was silent still. It was strange that he was there, wasn't it? Glancing back to him, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the moon, she took notice in the displeasure in his demeanor. He hadn't moved, and only continued to glower at her while rhythmically tapping on the glass every thirty seconds. Her thoughts instantly raced through everything that she had said earlier that day. "I'm sorry. For what I said, for what I did; that wasn't right of me." She stuttered.

"I'm not here for apologies." His voice sounded like gravel, and he set the glass of wine down by a nearly empty bottle on the side table as he stood. "I've come for only a couple of reasons," he said, moving closer to her.

"Which are…?" she asked cautiously. He was acting strange, even for him.

"To give you what you wanted, mostly," he spoke softly with a smile, lightly wrapping his cold, bare hand around her upper arm, sending a shiver up her spine. "But also to show you something about myself," he began to trace her collar bones with his fingernail, slowly moving his way down the center of her chest, skimming across her slightly exposed breasts, his sharp eyes drifting down along with his finger. "And of course, to teach you a lesson," he stated, snapping his pupils back up to the girl.

"To teach me what?" she asked, stressing the question as she attempted to take a step back.

He gripped her arm tighter and pulled her to him, causing her to gasp as she realized she was powerless against the strength he held. He then grabbed her face with both hands, holding her adoringly, looking into her deeply with a crafty smirk. For the first time in months, he was finally able to feel her skin with his own, bare hands, and she seemed surprised by how chilled they were. "That you are mine, my dear," he spoke heavily before pressing his lips to hers, and reveled in the way she felt beneath his fingertips. She was like the finest silk, fresh from the line as she became more and more flushed.

She kept her own lips tight, trying to deny him since she so desperately wished to talk; but the feeling of his mouth on hers, his hands caressing her face, and his body moving into her own, she couldn't help but to relax into the profound embrace. As she accepted him unto her, he slipped a rather sharp tongue into her mouth, coaxing her own to come into play, as he moved his hands down her figure firmly, taking in her curves.

He pulled her in as a stray hand began pulling and tugging her shirt out from where it was tucked, safely into her skirt. Her body tingled as the hand slipped under the crisp uniform top, grazing up along her bare sides, pushing against the tautness as it enfolded around her protruding breast. She let out a shaky exhale, which only seemed to light a fire within him; suddenly, a popping sound tore through the room as he pulled at the shirt, ripping the buttons off and casting the top aside. He began to step into her, their mouths locked, and she had no choice but to move backwards until he was driving her into the bedroom. The plush comforter brushed up against the back of her thighs, and her body tensed for a moment, out of her control. Everything was out of her control. But in the moment, she was delighted.

Releasing her from his hold, his eyes wandered her uncovered body, his palms quickly following suit as he absorbed her openly for the first time. Lightning stuck off in the distance once again, dimly lighting the room through the window, highlighting every bend, every bow, every angle. In the back of her mind, she began to feel the same sensations as always while his emerald eyes looked her over, but the sensations that were surging through her as his hands explored were more distracting than anything she had ever faced before. Glancing up to her, their eyes met, and he smirked devilishly with sharp teeth before meeting his lips with hers once more. And yet again, she became entranced back into the sensations which plagued her.

Encased in a deep, husky embrace, his hands roamed her figure, taking in every inch of flesh he could find. Moving his mouth from hers, he began tasting her skin along her jaw, and down her neck. His hot breath persuaded her hair to rise in bumps all over her body, and every time his lips grazed her ever so slightly, her heart beat eagerly while chills ran down the entirety of her being. He would nip at her jaw, her neck, her shoulder, her collar bone, the top of her breast; each time, driving her senses wild with anticipation. Sharp nails drug lightly up her thigh, under her skirt, where she was nearly begging him. The pulsating sensations of her body caused her muscles to retract as he moved closer and closer, and she uncontrollably clasped her thighs onto his hand, letting out a whimper as he grazed his teeth boldly across her neck.

He had waited far too long, and he could no longer hold himself back.

Unexpectedly, Mephisto then took her by the arm and flung her onto the bed, where she landed face down. Before she could move, she felt him crawl onto the bed behind her, and he loomed over her pleated figure, taking a cluster of hair within his grasp, pushing the side of her head into the linens. Frightened by this sudden, daring move, she yelped and tried to kick free, much to no avail. Gripping her hip with his free hand to keep her in place, he shushed her evenly. It was then that she realized his grasp, although solid, wasn't actually hurting; it was just enough to hold her right where he wanted her. Once her muscles began to relax, he clutched her hip bone tighter, pushing himself up against her. She could feel a firm protrusion graze against her, and she grew warm from the waist down. His hand slid up her skirt, grazing across the underwear she wore, only for nails to find her back, where they scraped lightly at her on their way back down to her thigh, sending her nerves into a frenzy. She couldn't help but to rock her hips back into him, letting out soft sounds of desire.

Suddenly, he stopped pushing her down into the bed, and instead, pulled her up by the hair clasped within his fist, and then swiftly wrapped his palm around her neck, where he held her pinned, his breath puffing on her shoulder. His free hand fumbled to lift her skirt and then slipped under the side of her panties, which he began to roll down her thighs until they fell to her knees. Her heart thumped in her chest as he squeezed the bare cheek below her skirt, and his body tensed into an uncontrollable surge, where his fangs grazed against her neck once more; clenching her thighs together, she let out a soft moan, which was partially interrupted by his grip around her neck. As if it was too much to bear, his free hand left, and rummaged behind her as he hastily unfastened his robe, pulling out his hard, twitching member. It rubbed up between her easing legs, becoming slicker from her anticipation.

Hand still around her throat, he pushed her forward onto all fours, keeping his body close. Her muscles coursed with impatience as he steadied himself, moving along her creases. Finally, he pushed into her once more, and she couldn't help but to let out a loud gasp of relief as she stretched around him, conforming to him. His thrusts came hard, and only grew harder the louder that she moaned, and the closer they became, the tighter his grip around her neck grew. Wrapping his free arm under hers and digging his claws into her shoulder, he brought his body as close as it could get as he drove deep, his hot breath on the nape of her neck as he groaned with her.

She dug her fingers into the sheets as the temperature of her body soared, and her muscles grew tense as she shivered out of control. The grip on her throat completely relaxed for a moment, just so he could hear her squeal in pleasure as he plunged into her as fully as he could. Her ears and toes grew hot as she became engulfed in euphoria, and almost as if that's what he was waiting for, he grabbed her neck firmly and slammed into her a couple more times. As he released, he jerked her back just enough and bit down into her neck with his fangs, drawing blood. The intensely mixed sensations, along with him convulsing into her, gave her the most forceful liberation she had ever experienced, pain and pleasure enfolding into one as stars began to flash on the lining of her lids.

The two paused, panting heavily. Slowly, he let go of the grip he had on the girl, and released her from his jaws. Their hot, sticky skin peeled apart as she plopped forward onto the bed, trembling; a twinge of pain came from her neck, and she glanced down to see the small amount of blood running down to her collar bone. The breathless Mephisto crawled over top of the girl, admiring the expression of bewilderment on her beautiful face, and kissed the side of her sweaty temple before getting up from the bed to retrieve the robe which had fallen to the floor. She rolled over to see what he was doing, only to be met with a long, black tail which swished right in front of her view.

Everything which had been hinted at over months of being around him suddenly came crashing upon her, as if it were always there, hovering just out of plain sight. It finally dawned on her.

Oh my god, she thought; I was just fucked by a demon.