Bloodyredpancakes prompted: Leorai, 2k12 " What do you want to do to me? " (*blows a kiss your way xx)

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21 years old… imagine a futureverse where Karai never turned on Shredder. **THIS CONTAINS ROUGH, CONSENSUAL BDSM AND MAY BE UPSETTING FOR SOME**

'What do you want to do to me?' Karai was breathless as she asked, her chest heaving, her chin uplifted - not in pride, but in defeat. Leonardo's blade was poised at her neck. The slightest move, and it would glide through her jugular like the wind parting reeds.

Leonardo stepped back, sheathed his sword in its scabbard once more, gazing furiously down at her where she knelt by his feet.

This was the rules of their little game: winner takes all. The loser must submit without question or protest. It was a dangerously intoxicating arrangement, and she knew it required more trust than either of them were ever willing to admit they had in each other.

A little thrill ran through her at sight of the hardened glitter in his eye. She had been deliberately provocative that evening, pushing his buttons with taunting words and techniques that bordered on the dirty. She had felt lately as though she had a great snake coiled inside her, simply waiting to strike, and had been prowling the night in search of something upon which to unleash this frustrated fury when she had come upon him, and seen at once from the look in his eye that he sought release as well.

Leonardo wasn't yet able to as easily give into the dark urges within him as she was. She knew he'd need a little prompting. Because tonight she wasn't going to be satisfied with tender caresses and loving words. Tonight, she needed her prince.

Leonardo stepped up in front of her, and she gazed up at him boldly, defiantly, knowing her refusal to bow her head would only stoke his rageful lust all the more. A great, three-fingered hand wrested roughly in her hair and she gasped as he wrenched her head back, then cupped her face hard with his other hand, pushing her cheeks in so that her lips pursed outwards. It was a humiliating attitude and she allowed the fury of resentment to flare in her eye and the merest smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth before he kissed her viciously.

She kissed him back for a second, then bit him hard. He hissed, stepped back, then slapped her lightly across the face, making her gasp even as a thousand prickles ran across her flesh, hardening her nipples and tingling between her thighs. Finally. She had been trying for so long now to make him understand this is what she wanted, what she needed. That the rougher he got, the more freedom he gave her to unleash the torrent of conflicted emotion that ever raged within her.

She turned her face back towards him, her lips wet and her eyes blazing with desire. He stood astride to allow his thick, dark cock to fully emerge and she couldn't help licking her lips deliberately, holding his gaze the whole while.

Once again he took rough grasp of her hair, holding her head firmly in place and then pushed his cock inbetween her lips, stretching her mouth open wide to accommodate him. Karai choked and gasped a little as he clutched her head with both hands and began to vigorously thrust, fucking her face with cruel purpose. Desperately she clutched at his thighs; though his powerful hands held her easily still, the feeling of those long, hard muscles beneath her grip helped anchor her as he savagely used her mouth for his own selfish pleasure.

Karai inhaled deep through her nose, shut her eyes and simply submitted to his will, the tapered point of his cock nudging into her throat with every thrust, the feel of his shaft as it slid between her lips slippery and hard, his grip on her head firm. This is what she'd needed! To be taken and used by him, her enemy, her love, her prince. Her whole body hummed with desire, with bliss as his cock drove into the soft, wet hole of her mouth and she wondered if he would strip her bare and fuck her as well, or if he would finish this way and deny her her own release… she couldn't resist a perverse twist of titillation at the thought, even though she knew the frustration would be unbearable.

Karai opened her dark eyes and gazed serenely up into Leonardo's blue ones, allowing him to see how completely and utterly she gave herself to him. He hissed in through his teeth, and his thrusts sped up, positively hammering into her swollen mouth now, her saliva mingling with his natural lubrication, her lips burning from the friction, her jaw aching, but loving every second of his furious passion. Their gazes were locked, neither could look away, and Karai knew that, however this ended, she would go home satisfied.