Author Note: Hey guys! It's me again! Sorry about the wait for this latest update! I don't suppose any of you were surprised by that huh? Haha!
Anyway, the reason for this latest delay is actually because I've recently started working so yeah, that hasn't been fun, and it's been eating up all of my free time! That's why I hope this latest chapter is extra special and lives up to your… shall we say… steamy expectations! I mean it's only fair right? If I'm going to be this late with my updates, they might as well be entertaining to read! That's the standard I live by!
But that aside, I'm much more interested in what you guys think so please, if you can, let me know in a review or a PM. That'd be super awesome! Thanks guys, and enjoy the show!
Chapter Two: War:
It was half past seven when Hiro finally returned to the mansion's lobby.
"Jesus…" He grumbled almost immediately. "How did it get this late?" He complained as just outside, darkness had already swept across the front lawn.
A few feet into the deep, past the main gate and over the lonely mountain road, where the street lamps had not as of yet come on, the hillside trees had begun to lose their edges and now an evening chill was in the air; a briskness that could be tasted as the pines rustled anxiously with the waning sun just overhead.
Oddly, despite how ominous that all sounded, Hiro couldn't help but find himself at peace. There was a beauty in what he saw. The sunset was breathtaking, and the cool breeze was good. The young man could feel them even as he stood inside the lobby with all the doors and windows seemingly shut.
Yet it was more than that. What really did the trick was the pale blue darkness in the overcast sky. It appealed to Hiro on his basest level. One might even say it stirred something primal inside the boy. It made him itch. It made him pant. It made his heart sing in a way it had never sung before, and he had no idea why…
"Fuga?" A familiar voice suddenly called to him.
"Jesus?!" The young man grumbled once again. He was starting to sound a lot like Riza now though he did seem particularly unhappy with this latest interruption.
Turning his head with barely any patience, the young man's gaze fell upon Flandre as she came in through the mansion's double doors. She had grocery bags in each hand and he could see the car keys dangling between her fingertips.
"Fuga." She called to him again, this time chipper like a greeting.
Yet Hiro didn't respond. Not even a grumble this time around! He simply glared at the little robomaid allowing a deep tense silence to fill the void between them. This now, as you may have imagined, was also odd—quite different from the young man's usual cheer. Flandre waited patiently for him to reply but Hiro never intended on doing so.
"Hmpf." He simply scuffed after a while had gone pass. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned on his heel and started walking up the lobby stairs… and that was that.
"Fuga?" The little maid questioned tilting her head. "FUGA!" She shouted after him but still the young man did not heed. He just kept walking on his way, his head already tilted upward and his thoughts far ahead of that, like all his mind was bent on something… or someone.
Flandre knew something was up. Without wasting so much as another second, she started after him… that was a huge mistake…
"NOT SO FAST FLAN-CHAN!" Reiri's voice boomed from behind her. Poor Flandre didn't have a second to turn around before the vampire's brutal taser was on her neck!
"Fu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-g-a-a-a-a!" The poor maid stuttered as sparks flew everywhere! It made quite the bit of racket though it only lasted a second as the light bulbs behind her purple eyes went dim and the little gyniod tipped over.
Reiri swooped in and caught her before she fell. It was by no means an easy feat—even for a vampire!—considering gynoids, big or small, are built starting at several thousand pounds.
"Goodness Flan-chan! What have you been eating?" The vampire huffed with a constipated expression. It'd be quite some time before she managed to get the little maid down on the floor.
But she was far from finished with just that. Ever alert and very twitchy, the beautiful vamp caught her breath and in the same second she snapped her gaze toward the stairs.
Fortunately, Hiro was already gone by that point, off to the find the person he himself was looking for and so then, and ONLY then, did Reiri relax… at least a little.
"It's a good thing I kept this taser lying around wouldn't you agree Flan-chan?" She said turning her attention back toward her paralyzed friend. "It'd be hell fighting you otherwise!" She added with her usual cheeky smile.
She laughed a good hearty laugh, still refined as per her elegant self but there was a wild freedom in her voice, a letting go of certain inhibitions as she took deep palatable breaths.
And that's when it hit her.
"GAH!" She gasped as her smile quickly vanished. "WHAT IS THAT AWFUL SMELL?" She asked covering up her nose as she suddenly took notice of a great and powerful odor.
It got her in a bit of a frenzy as a matter of fact, it smelt so bad. Reiri looked back and forth, her eyes darting and accusing until finally, much in the way of an accident, she got her answer as she kicked over one of the bags Flandre had been carrying.
And so the beautiful vamp beheld it—the bane of her existence!—as there spilling out before her were cloves upon cloves of bundled garlic!
"Wow." She whistled with no fear at all for at that time, she'd completely forgotten how disgusted she was, and now she could only quake counting the countless amount of bundles that seemed to roll past her—of that hideous herb that looked as if Flandre had bought out two or three super-marts.
Oh it caught her off guard for sure, but soon the minutes rolled by. The afternoon sun glimmered for a second and was lost, and Reiri, with the coming of the night, re-found herself drawing in a deep albeit stifled breath.
"Well," she began, and she licked her lips then. Still covering up her nose, the frown on her face gave way and in its stead grew a queer smile. "That just about does it! With this… I have no doubts!" She declared just as the sound of pots and pans came clanking in her ears.
"The kitchen?" She assessed. "How marvelous!" She clapped and so she was off.
Straightening herself up, she tossed her taser in her skirt (yeah don't ask) and left the lobby with her new destination in mind. Along the way, she did her best to walk nonchalantly though she couldn't hide the confidence building in her stride. There was excitement in her too.
It was almost like, dare I say, a great hunt was on. Yes, almost exactly like that though Reiri would never admit it. Too much fear of being compared to Riza and the other loathsome mutts, but still… there was something gamey in all this, creeping in as she was, dispatching her friends one by one in some secret sort of conspiracy years in the making.
Indeed for the first time in a long while, the pale black-haired beauty actually felt like a predator again.
Ah but alas, her musing would have to wait as she came upon the kitchen much quicker than she expected. Switching over in her mind into her predator mode, her eyes and ears sharpened until at last she could hear the sound of singing.
A cutesy childish song sung by a cutesy childish voice, and sure enough, as Reiri walked toward the kitchen door and poked her head inside, there she saw Sawawa.
The busty good looking and sisterly maid was right where she was meant to be, and she was always so full of energy. Today was no exception as she danced from pot to pot, clapping every so often when a moment came in her song as she prepared what smelt like a great feast for dinner.
It was mesmerizing to watch, but Reiri may have been a little too careless for her own good. Predator or not, she was still a little rusty, and when Sawawa turned around, very much by chance, it didn't take her long to notice the vampire brooding by the corridor.
"Is that you Rei-chan?" Sawawa gushed. Oh yeah, she was particularly happy today. Calling Reiri Rei-chan…
"Well, come in come in! Are you hungry?" She asked; her first question as always. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour, but I can whip up something quick if you like. How about some tomato juice?" She offered almost begging Reiri to ask her for something.
Reiri of course did not. In fact, all the beautiful vamp could do was chuckle at that point. "No I'm fine Sawawa, really I am. Thank you." She said that, and she meant it. "I was actually looking for Flandre." She lied through her teeth. "Have you seen her?"
"Flandre-chan?" The busty maid took a second putting a thoughtful finger to her chin. "No. I can't say I have. I mean she came by around 10 to bring up Oujo-sama's tea. Then again a few minutes later because she dropped the tea set, the poor dear! After that, I think it was around 1 or 2? She came by to bring up some lunch and… that was it! I haven't seen her since! Why is something the matter? Can I help?"
"No, thank you Sawawa but that's alright. I was just looking for her is all, and I thought that maybe you might have sent her out to get some… groceries… or something."
"Groceries? Nope! Not me! I have everything I need for today. I actually have too much stuff since you guys haven't been eating much over the last two weeks. I'm just trying to get everything out of the fridge at this point!
Boy though do I hope Flan-chan didn't go to the store!"
"Fufu, I'm sure she didn't Sawawa. I'm sure everything is fine. Anyway, I am going to go speak with Hime-sama now. Perhaps she'll know where Flandre has gotten off too…"
"Oh well okay then, alright. Do let her know when dinner will be ready if you don't mind, and Riza too. I think she's up there.
If I see Flandre before you, I'll send her your way, but Rei-chan, are you sure you don't want something before you go?" Sawawa persisted and though she asked that question with genuine concern, she probably shouldn't have pressed the subject of what Reiri wanted so much.
"Well now that you mention it…" the vampire sighed. "I would like something." She confessed taking a menacing step toward the maid.
"Excellent!" Sawawa cried not at all sensing the danger. "What will you have?" She asked such a cute and innocent question.
"You." Reiri answered and then it was all over.
Sawawa blinked a few times as a cold sweat drew upon her brow…
"HMMM?" She blushed as her pupils shrank and the vampire's lips collided with her own!
"Mmph..." Reiri moaned as she pushed her tongue further into Sawawa's mouth. The poor maid tried to push her away, but Reiri restrained her holding her wrists above her head causing their breasts to smother against one another.
CLANK went the sound of their hot bodies pushing against the sink. The pots and pans rattled, and even the tea kettle Sawawa had on decided to whistle at that point as Reiri sucked the honey from her mouth, the maid's saliva like rainy dew with sugar in it. That's what it tasted like to Reiri anyway.
The taste of a maiden, both above and down below, was always as sweet as nectar to a vampire. Sawawa was no exception. It didn't hurt that she was a virgin still, yes even at her age. Reiri could tell. She didn't need to taste Sawawa's blood again to know. She could tell just by being in her mouth. It was a trick she'd learnt while sorting out her... little lambs.
So she savored it. She reveled in it doing her best to get all the uncomfortable places in the maid's mouth, the places reserved only for a lover… or a toothbrush…
Oh the awful pleasure she took away from that kiss, but that was enough messing around for the time being. In less than a second, for the whole kiss only lasted nine, Reiri's eyes snapped open and turned a rosy violent red. She instantly honed in on Sawawa's stare until at last the petrified brunette could scarcely look away.
"Ugh…" Sawawa finally gurgled as she slipped to the floor. Slouching over drooling, her legs stretched apart and she seemed to grow rather quiet. A few seconds later and it seemed like she grew kind of happy for there in her face, besides an orgasmic smile and rosy cheeks, were her eyes, wet and sincere, with heart-shaped pupils glistening in the moonlight.
"Fufu…" Reiri giggled admiring her work. She wiped her mouth on her forearm. "That just leaves the mutt." She thought aloud licking her lips of the last of Sawawa's taste.
THUMP!
"Ah." She glanced up at the ceiling. "But it appears that you work faster than even I… eh Hiro?" She laughed turning off the stove and the sink and all the appliances Sawawa had been using, wouldn't want to cause a fire now right?
She then found a nice shady corner and turned into her bats disappearing from the kitchen as quickly as she came.
A few seconds later and Reiri materialized on the second floor.
"Huhhh…" She sighed with a big old smile on her face. Everything was going according to plan. All the variables were making sense in her head.
One might even say God was on her side, though Reiri didn't believe in such things. If she was going to start though, today would've been the day because as she walked down the hall thinking of how best to capture Riza, there the half-breed came walking straight toward her. All she needed was a bow and some gift wrap…
"Ey?" Riza flinched once she noticed the vampire's presence. "W-what's with that look?" She barked unable to stop herself from blushing. For a brief moment, she even acted kind of feminine covering up her chest with her arms.
It nearly made Reiri burst a gasket! Though it also let her know her feelings were showing on her face. An interesting phenomenon that, one she almost never had to contend with being a vampire and all, a master of her own heart, and the art of deception. It just stood as a testament to how perfect the whole situation was.
But anyway, Reiri collected herself, quite quickly at that, until at last she stared at her wolfish friend who, remembering her courage, had gotten into a loose fighting pose.
"Riza… What are you doing up here?" The black haired vixen began casually. It did little to warm the werewolf's heart.
"What's it to you?" Riza snorted getting defensive already.
"Nothing really. I was just asking a question."
"Just asking a question huh? Right… you seem to be full of questions today don't ya? Blood fiend…"
"Riza." Reiri smiled with a creepy amount of patience. It sent shivers up the werewolf's spine… it also got her blushing again. "Would you kindly answer the question?"
"Geaz! I was working out okay?! Sheesh! Notice the sweat!"
I noticed the smell. Reiri thought internally. "Isn't you room downstairs?" She asked instead, redirecting her answer in the form of a question—and a smarter choice in words.
"Well yeah, but I do my crunches out on the balcony. Or is there some kind of problem with that?"
"No." The vampire whistled. "There isn't."
"D-damn right there isn't!" Riza snapped starting to sweat again, and not because she'd just been exercising. "A-anyway, where the hell is Sawawa?" She looked away trying to change the subject or rather her stomach was as it growled impatiently. It nearly made Reiri melt when she heard the question.
"She went out to get some groceries." The vampire managed to contain herself, but just barely, shrugging off her answer with a cool sort of confidence—it only made her ever more excited.
"Did she?" Riza asked raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I can smell food." She said lifting up her head and sniffing about. "It's not like Sawawa to leave her pots unattended. She could just get Hiro to go out and get her what she needs. He's home today after all! In fact *sniff, sniff* I think he's around here somewhere…"
"Indeed."
"Do you know where he is?"
"I may have a clue." Was all Reiri said which at that point freaked Riza the hell out as she sensed the subtle ecstasy the vampire was rolling in. It also pissed her off.
"Well?" The half-breed snarled tapping her foot, her way of demanding an answer… nicely. Whatever the case, Reiri was fine with her attitude because really, she herself was on the verge of a mental orgasm when she answered next.
"He's inside." She said with quivering lips. Her head tilted unconsciously in the direction that she meant as Riza's eyes fell on the dining room door.
"He's in there with Hime?" The werewolf asked. "I thought I heard some noise coming from there just now, but I assumed it was Flandre dropping the tea set again. She's been doing that a lot more ever since the start of these battles the last two weeks. Might be time to take her to the brain for some maintenance." Riza blabbered getting distracted already as she mindlessly reached for the door knob.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Reiri insisted and the werewolf jumped back.
"WHY NOT?"
"You'll interrupt them."
"Interrupt what? Is she giving him blood or something?"
"Fufu that's cute! That's really cute! How innocent of you, but no. Hiro is… confessing to Hime-sama."
"Confessing…?" Riza said with a vacant look. "What, did he drop her laundry again?"
"What? No he did not—well actually yes he did—but that's not what I meant! Hiro's finally worked up the nerve to tell Hime-sama how he feels!"
"Bullshit." Declared Riza flatly.
"Oh? Why don't you come and listen for yourself?" The vampire invited coyly. She squatted down to her knees and leaned toward the door, eyeing Riza to come over.
"You mean eavesdrop?" The werewolf glared judging the vampire so hard.
"Why yes! Exactly! Or is there some kind of problem with that?"
"DAMN RIGHT THERE IS!"
"Do you want to hear this or not?" The sly vamp asked again with an even wider smile and the werewolf fell silent.
"…Damn it…move over!" Riza muttered as she squatted to her knees and pushed her way past the pure blood. One of her wolfish ears perked up and she pressed it against the door oscillating with Reiri as they both tried to fit their faces, and their eyes, near the keyhole.
That took a lot longer than you might have expected but once they finally got to the point where they could both see, at least a little, there inside they saw Hime sprawled out across the dining room table!
"WHAT. IN. THE. FUCK!?" Riza blurted out much to Reiri's delight. It didn't help that there on top of their lovely princess was none other than her knight, Hiro!
"And you thought I was crying wolf…" Reiri whispered in the stunned werewolf's ear.
Five minutes earlier, in the dining room…
"Hiro…" Hime said flatly as she peered up at her blood warrior. "I'm going to assume you have a VERY good reason for doing what you're doing right now to me, your MASTER, so I'm not going to fight back. Rather, what I'm going to do is this. I'm going to let you EXPLAIN yourself VERY CAREFULLY. So please," Hime said please, "go ahead and tell me exactly what you're doing here." She stared daggers at the young boy and though she was as toneless and as indifferent as ever, there was an undeniable anger seething beneath her voice. A fury that refused to be quenched, and if Hiro—gods have mercy on his soul—was anything like his normal self, he'd have broken down immediately, begging for her forgiveness. But Hiro was not himself, not today.
"Hime," he said, and there was a fire in his voice. "I'm sorry, but I can't stop thinking about what Reiri said." He admitted and Hime's stare only seemed to intensify. "Somehow… it just struck a chord in me, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't have those kinds of feelings. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have them about yo—"
"Hiro I am your master." Hime cut him off swiftly. She said that as if it were the only thing that mattered. Even Hiro, despite how bold he was acting, felt kind of destroyed by that.
"Yes you're right." He nonetheless agreed. "You're absolutely right. You're my master. You're the woman who saved my life, and I would do anything for you… but… that doesn't change how I feel. That doesn't change what's in my heart!" He insisted hoping that Hime would swoon. She of course did not.
"Hiro. There. Is. A. War. Going. On." The obstinate and below sub-zero princess always had a way of making him feel stupid. Today though it seemed like she was going out of her way just to break his heart. She was angry alright, perhaps the angriest Hiro had ever seen, and though she looked calm and restrained, sprawled out across the dining room table, Hiro had to wonder which one of them was truly in control.
"I know that!" He barked furiously in her face. "It's the only thing I can think about! And that's why I'm doing this! Don't you see Hime? I've done what you asked! I've focused on the war! I've done my best to be prepared for anything and yet every time we get attacked, we're always caught off guard! We're always on the verge of annihilation! These past two weeks? A perfect example of what we always go through…
And so that got me thinking. If we are attacked again tomorrow… and we don't make it… could I have made today any more meaningful? Should I have hugged my sister goodbye? Played another round with Riza? Walked home with Reiri? Perhaps I should have left an offering for Nakua, or tagged along with Bucchi for one last adventure? Maybe I should have taken Princess Sherwood shopping? Or maybe, just maybe, I should have told you how I felt."
"And if I don't feel the same way Hiro?" Ouch. "What then?"
"Then tell me! For godsakes, tell me that! Please! Right here, right now! Say the words. Say them! You're always so direct Hime and yet I never know what you're thinking. For that I am sorry, as your blood warrior I am sorry, but if you could just tell me, get over the fact that I can't figure it out on my own and just let me know… Am I really just a servant to you? Or am I something more?"
"You call this focusing on the war Hiro?"
"You haven't answered my question Hime."
"Hiro, you dare—"
"Yes I dare! Today of all days I dare! I have you right where I want you master and so I am going to speak and you are going to listen. You are going to answer all of my questions. If this is truly wrong then tell me that! Save yourself. Save me! Let me know so that I never have to wonder again. Let me know so that I can be at peace! Is this really, really not what you want?" Hiro wheezed as he came to the end of his long rant. He'd all but forgotten to breathe, but that was okay. He had said much of what he wanted, and now there was only silence between him and his master. A great tense lack of speech as neither of their mouths moved and neither of their eyes blinked.
"What I want…" Hime repeated slowly. "Do you really want to know Hiro?" She asked at long last to which Hiro of course said yes. "If we win this war, I'll get to go home." She sighed and just like that, time seemed to stop. Boom. Hiro froze.
"Go home?" He repeated her words but he didn't understand them. "W-what do yo—T-this is your home…?"
"I meant the kingdom Hiro." Hime responded and so Hiro's eyes widened.
"So wait…" He paused anxiously, a smile of disbelief growing across his face. "You'd leave us? After all that we've been through… that was your plan? That was it all along?!"
"Yes." Hime said to him. She said that so effortlessly, Hiro's disbelief quickly turned into despair. "Allow me to explain." She said realizing that she needed to. "There are many monsters in the human world Hiro, but Phoenixes are not one of them. We come here to fight our War, but that is only so we aren't in the King's way. We come to do the Royal Family's traditional fieldwork, but that is only so we can report back to the Kingdom. And afterward, the outcome is always the same, dead or alive, we take our leave. We aren't meant to stay.
We are among the most powerful beings in the World Hiro. That is no boast. Even if we aren't fully matured, we still command immense power. A Phoenix entering or leaving a certain war-torn country can mean the difference between that country getting destroyed or peace talks commencing immediately.
Even where we're buried is a matter of utmost importance. That if we die and chose to forgo the royal catacombs, to be laid to rest in a province of our choosing, those lands may as well have become holy overnight. A royal guard will be stationed there, always, and a generous mausoleum will be built to house our remains. Our followers will flock there years after we've departed and the next Royal War has begun. Some may even begin religions around us, or philosophical trains of thought. So you see? We are needed, even in death, even after all our blood has run dry. No matter how long we're gone, we must always return…
That does not mean I plan to just disappear now Hiro—if we even win this war. I won't leave you to die nor will I abandon your sister. You are both welcomed to remain in this house for as long as you like. As brave veterans of the Royal War, the Kingdom would be more than happy to accommodate you. That said, every few days a courier will come by and deliver money along with a flask of my blood."
"And Princess Sherwood?" Hiro asked sharply and in a daze, his mind still back at the part where Hime wanted to go home, never mind what she just said.
"She'll be heading back as well."
"She's okay with that?"
"She understands."
"And Riza and Reiri?"
"They'll be hailed as heroes in the Kingdom, but they're free to stay here; or rather I should say I have no problem with them staying. They fall under their government's jurisdiction, however, and that's tricky to deal with since the Werewolf Senate and the Vampire Society are already upset with me for having them work so closely together. I would like for their lives here to go undisrupted, but as it stands, they'll most likely be separated. Either in the Human World or in the Monster Realm, there time will undoubtedly end, but that's just the way it is."
"That's just the way it is? How can you say that?"
"Because I'm aware of the limits Hiro. I know what's feasible and what isn't feasible to dwell on. Riza and Reiri were never meant to stay together. If anything, I'm surprised I was able to keep them here this long. But we're getting off topic now.
You asked me what I wanted correct? I wish to return home Hiro, to the lands I once ruled. The lands I lost during the Royal War… that after Severin's attack, turned into a barren waste…
You know the full story by now I imagine. On that day, those that didn't flee were either killed or infected. My blood warrior's before you, my Blood Knights, and the guards of my court fought well, but in the end, we were overwhelmed, my castle was sacked, I had to flee, and the Phoenixes stepped in and burned everything to the ground." Hime finished off coolly though she was anything but. Between her frustrations with Hiro and this old wound he was making her relive, her face could not hope to hide the emotions brimming beneath. Hiro could read her like an open book, and that's saying something. Though to be fair, Hime always did seem particularly sober whenever it came to this topic. The silence that came after she spoke was a testament to that. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity…
"I have no interest in the War Hiro." She finally sighed. "I've said it before, I'll say it again, I have no interest in my father's throne. However… I also have no interest in dying and so, should I live, I've already enacted vengeance on the one who robbed me, now I wish to reclaim that which has been robbed…"
"B-But what about us?" Hiro fought back helplessly. "What about the relationships you have here, the… the family! Riza, Reiri, my sister… me. Don't tell me that 'isn't feasible to dwell on!'"
"Our time together was always limited Hiro. This I knew. This I still know. DO NOT ASSUME that makes my time with all of you any less meaningful to me." She stone-armed Hiro all the way and the poor boy was crying now.
"W-why didn't you ever tell me?" He muttered between his tears.
"There's no point talking about something that was never supposed to happen."
"Well it happened okay? It's happening! Right here! Right now!"
"Yes. You're right. And that's also why I didn't tell you. I thought it was obvious Hiro." Hime closed her eyes and the words echoed infinitely inside Hiro's heart. He saw her take a deep breath and he knew what was coming next. "We come from…"
"Two very different worlds…." He finished the sentence for her.
"Yes." She nodded and so the room went silent once again.
"I did not expect this…" Hiro murmured to himself. His gaze slipped off to the side, to some unimportant corner of the room where his screeching eyes ran off in horror.
Hime on the other hand, looked just fine. In fact, the peerless princess noticed her blood warrior's grip begin to wane. It was cruel, but she had indulged him long enough and now she braced herself getting ready to break free.
Still though, she had to admit, Hiro was ruined. He looked beat up, exhausted somehow, and old. His bangs hung darkly over his brow, and his face was paler than her skin. It was awful to see. Even Hime was disturbed by it, an aura of devastation and loss brimming ever outward from him, like a sickness or a stench. It overtook the warm outline of his messy hair and his usual smiling face—now with only a frown, sweat, and shadow. How he was ever going to recover from this, Hime did not know. Perhaps it was that fact above all—that unknowing—which filled her with a similar sort of dread…
"YOU'RE LYING!" Hiro suddenly shouted at her. Making to move while she still had the chance, Hime tried to escape, but Hiro's fury was quick, and he threw her back against the table as he held her with newfound strength.
"You asked for the truth Hiro. There it is. You think me so low that I would lie to you now?"
"I love you Hime." Hiro confessed shutting her up instantly. Even Hime was stumped by such a brazen confession, for it was the end you see, Hiro's final card left to play, his last bet where he went all in, no matter the odds, recklessly in love.
He moved his hands from her wrist into her own hands where he clasped her palms and interlaced their fingers. He stared her down, tracing every strand of hair that draped across her face, and puzzled at her look, like a puppy trying to figure out if his master was going to give him more food, those selfish eyes that asked for the unthinkable as they begged her to return his love.
"You won't listen then Hiro?" The fair princess finally sighed. She recomposed herself with the realization that words were useless and all chance of escape had long since faded.
"I am sorry Hime." Was all Hiro said and so she got her confirmation.
"Very well then." She closed her eyes.
Very well then seemed to echo in Hiro's mind…
Meanwhile, just outside…
"HA! Did you hear that mutt?" Reiri gloated triumphantly. "Even Hime has given in! She's finally accepted her affections for Hiro!" The vampire chimed like a bird. Of course right as she said that, Hime's voice rang out yet again.
"FLANDRE! Where are you? Restrain Hiro!"
"Uh…" the pureblood mumbled as a few split ends poked out from her head.
"Yeah fuck you too Reiri, you see? You've really gone and done it this time!" Riza hissed as she hopped to her feet and lunged for the doorknob.
"Stop right there!" Reiri smirked as her eyes glistened a murderous tinge.
"GAH!" Riza grunted wide eyed as she froze in place. "Reiri… you…" She gasped trying to look behind her only to see Reiri's hand balled into a fist. "Bitch…" she wheezed falling forward.
She never hit the ground. Reiri's supple hands caught her before she fell as they encircled her waist just like they had done for Flandre only this time, the perverted vamp managed to grope the werewolf's bosom (a few times) before she gently guided her to the ground.
"I was waiting for you to give me an opening!" Reiri sang. "Thank you! I think I'll even buy you a doggy treat for that!" She chuckled as she reached for the doorknob herself. "But I suppose you do have a point. Perhaps I should clarify a few things." She thought aloud. Taking one last breath, she then turned the handle and walked inside.
"Reiri," Hime called instantly as she entered the room. "So this is your doing is it?" She asked with lightning fast reasoning.
"Forgive my betrayal Hime-sama!" Reiri smiled though there was a subtle tinge of guilt in her voice.
"I should have realized you were planning something after this morning's conversation, but I never expected you'd go this far."
"Ha! I could say the same about you Hime-sama!" Reiri jabbed holding her ground. "After all, it was you who declared war first! A surprising change in pace no?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh you don't?" The vampire laughed though it sounded like she'd been waiting for that line. Reaching into one of her skirt's many pockets, but not before plugging her nose, the gothic lolita pulled out one particularly large piece of garlic. "No?" She teased almost throwing up herself. It was worth her disgust to prove her point as she rolled the smelly herb across the table. "Well that's just fine. You can play coy if you want, but there's really no need.
Flandre isn't coming to save you. Nor is Riza or Sawawa. Nakua won't be bothering us either though I doubt she even cares. And I purposely chose today because I knew Princess Sherwood would be out of town."
"I see. And it appears you have Hiro under your control as well." Hime glared while on her back. It must have been really uncomfortable for her at that point, being in the position that she was in with her back almost ninety degrees from her legs. Nevermind the fact that Hiro was straddling her and putting his weight on her. Yet she never turned away from Reiri, not even for a second, her eyes locked on the vampire like a missile on its target.
"Oh don't give me that look! That's honestly a nice pose for the two of you! I might even take a picture!"
"Right… so now that you have me like this, what do you plan to do next Reiri?"
"Weeeell Hime-sama… isn't it obvious? I'm here to help you two get along."
"Get along?" Hime blinked.
"Get along." Reiri repeated.
"So that's it then. When you were talking about Hiro earlier on, this is what you actually meant."
"Fufu! Well yes. And no. Do understand Hime-sama! I would love to be the one to take care of Hiro's little urges, but sadly his heart just isn't in it for me. There's only one person he'll truly open up to and that's you. He told you that himself just now, the honest boy. Isn't that right Hiro?" Reiri asked feeling like she was on top of the moon.
"What's going on?" Was all she heard in return as she fell crashing back to earth.
"Huh?" The vampire's head almost spun off her neck. Shifting her gaze, her eyes fell upon the young man, only he wasn't such a man anymore. No, his brooding presence had all but receded, and now his big brown eyes were filled with the same boyish innocence for which he was renowned. "Oh! What's this?" Reiri clapped taking a second to walk toward the couple. Folding her arms, she stared intently at Hiro like a professor examining her experiment. A few seconds later and she began to giggle. "My my, Hiro you're more amazing than I thought! To think that you'd actually break free from a pure-blooded vampire's strongest hypnosis… why on earth can't you be this useful in a fight?"
"Hypnosis?" Hiro questioned shaking his head. "Reiri what on Earth are you talking about? Where the hell am I—" He began to ask but then he noticed the compromising position he was in. A second later, he realized who he was in it with. "H-h-h-h-hime!"
"FUFU!" Reiri laughed having a ball. "Well this is unexpected! I was starting to think things were getting too easy, but what do you say we move this little party of ours?" She added and just like that, the night-blessed beauty turned into a million and one of her bats! Chattering and chittering, she then set upon Hiro and Hime like a plague of locust.
Hime tried her best to escape for this was looking like her final shot. There was a sword, across the way, just above the dining room door. If she could get to it, she might have a running chance to get away from Reiri and Hiro. Flandre hadn't taken the car, and it was about time she learned how to drive herself. Hey, a good plan as any right?
Of course, there was a lot of conjecture in her plan, more so than usual, and Reiri wasn't about to let anything else unexpected occur. Controlling Hiro, whom she did not disorient with her bats, the vampire kept a tight grip on Hime's body using the young man's arms as leverage. It made it nearly impossible for the fair princess to move in any other direction than the one Reiri intended. So out into the hallway they bustled like a mini typhoon. Hime grunted and struggled but between Reiri and Hiro, it was a hopeless endeavor and then they were there, in no time at all. Reiri's bats absolved themselves and so it was revealed that they were all in Hime's bedroom.
Hime herself was on her bed, or rather I should say she was pushed onto her bed by Hiro as he once again climbed atop to restrain her. Being pinned by him seemed to be a new pastime for her today.
"Hiro." She frowned eyeing him hard.
"AH! Hime I'm so sorry! I-I swear, I can't control my body! Reiri STOP this!"
"Oh keep quiet Hiro!" Reiri snapped as she finished materializing. "It appears you haven't fully broken free from my control. I can still feel our connection, though I have no idea what you did. I'll figure it out later, but for now, just keep quiet and do what you're supposed to do!"
"What's that even mean?"
"Reiri," Hime cut in. "If you do this…"
"I'm well aware of the consequences Hime-sama."
"And I supposed then I cannot dissuade you?" Hime asked, her final question.
"Fufu!" the vampire chuckled and that was all the answer Hime needed.
"I see." She sighed in that oh-so-familiar way. She wasn't angry, not this time, she simply seemed annoyed, like this was just another one of those things she had to deal with… and deal with it she intended to. Turning her head toward Hiro with a look that could only be described as death, the beautiful crimson eyed princess drew in a deep breath.
It terrified Hiro. This was it. This was the kind of situation where Hime truly thrived. When all hope seemed lost and her assailants were closing in, she always had some trump card left to destroy them. Hiro just never thought he'd be on the receiving end and so he braced himself for whatever act of god she had in store.
"Do as you please Hiro…" He heard her say and my, what an act of god that was indeed! Even Reiri wasn't prepared for that though she herself recovered quite quickly.
As for Hiro, poor, poor Hiro, between everything that had happened to him today and Reiri's hypnosis, he just didn't have the mental fortitude to think anymore.
So he kissed her…
Before he even realized it, his lips were touching Hime's! Reiri loved that, and so she saw that she was no longer needed. Climbing up onto the window sill, she waved the two goodnight, leaving them to their devices. Hiro hardly noticed her leave though Hime's glare seemed to follow her out all the way. The young man was too busy lost in what he was doing as his upper lip lay sandwiched between Hime's while he sucked on her bottom lip with his own.
How did it taste? Boy, isn't that the question! Honey with the coolness of mint, the fragrance of strawberries, the glow of the sun, and the faintest hint of Earl Grey. Something like that would probably have been the best description if you asked Hiro right then and there. Of course, that was all very earthly, something that you and I could comprehend.
The true significance of their kiss would more accurately be described as an asteroid hitting the moon, or an avalanche falling down the Himalayas. It was like an explosion inside the sun, or an angel spreading her wings for the first time. It was bible worthy. Yes, and Hiro was in Heaven.
So continue to sin he did as he slipped his tongue inside Hime's throat, getting a little more adult as his instincts took over. Hime, however, did not share in his enthusiasm. She had not fully consented yet to his actions; not that she had consented at all to any of this! But as he danced around her mouth, licking her teeth, tickling her gums, she did not move to match him. So Hiro started tasting her taste buds mixing their saliva's together until at last, Hime finally seemed to give way as she moved her tongue in response. Actually, it seemed like she was fighting him as they coiled and wrapped around like two snakes trying to strangle each other.
Hey, it was something, and it felt good. Hiro was actually surprised by how warm her tongue was. Well that and how long it could reach! It was at least two times longer than his own, and it thinned and pointed at its end much in the way of a spear. Hime was definitely not human, of this he already knew, but only now did he feel. Her eyes he could see, her blood he could taste, but her tongue was the first thing he felt that truly let him know there was something different in her anatomy. It was by no means a bad thing… in fact, Hiro was willing to explore, to find out where else she might differ…
So he opened his eyes to get his bearings. The first thing he saw was Hime looking back… with those gorgeous red diamonds that brimmed with power and authority, even now. He tried not to focus too much on her stare, though that was difficult in it of itself. Her stare, that made it feel like she watching his every move, sort of like she was taking a secret tally of all the things he'd have to answer for later on.
But that was tomorrow's problem. Tonight was tonight. And so wasting no more time, Hiro lifted his master up ever so gently so that he could unzip her dress. It was a tricky task as he still had to restrain her not at all sure if she had really given up or if she was waiting for yet another opportune moment. It was considerably easier to hold her back though, but that was only because Hime's wrist were now bound together by what appeared to be red ribbon—Reiri's little gift no doubt, one she had slipped on when she was was 'escorting' them all here.
It was a blessing for Hiro. It freed up one of his hands. Yet even then he couldn't get the proper grip to undo her dress, not even as her chin rested on his shoulder and he hugged her, wrestling with the zip behind her neck. A change in position. Yes maybe that might work! He thought as he rested her on her side, manhandling his princess in a way he never dared to dream.
He really wished she would stop staring at him though! It made him feel so awkward that he could just die! Maybe Hime would find that most agreeable right now but dammit woman, at least show some emotion! She didn't even seem to blush as she stared him down. If nothing else Hiro admired that. Half of all the blood in his body was divided trying to go to one of two places. One was his face, the other was… well... a little more obvious.
But steadfast and committed, he continued.
Eventually, he was able to get her undressed so that only her bra and panties remained. Another second later, however, and even those were off, the young man moving with surprising speed. Now at that point, as he tossed that last bit of clothing off her bed, Hiro had to take a moment to admire. Hime was beautiful, and I mean beautiful. The words alone do little justice, but still she was indeed.
Her fingers and toes were unnaturally white at the ends, like they were sculpted out of marble with only the slightest pink of blood near the edges. You know, just to remind you that yes, there was life in them as they glowed with a rosemary sheen.
Hiro couldn't help but notice her nails as well. Specifically, how manicured they appeared though he knew Hime well enough to know that she never went to any beauty salons or parlors. Lord knows Sherwood and Sawawa had tried to convince her enough times already! So it was all natural you see, and though her nails were very short, they were very sharp, perfect for cutting and fighting, but also flawless like gemstones that'd never been bitten or cracked in a fight. Never mind her skin which irradiated with some natural lotion or her private parts which gleamed for all to see.
On that note, down there and on her chest, she was a shining example of a young maiden in perfection. Her breast were still developing, but they were fair, beautiful pale skin that tipped at the ends into pinkish nipples. And her special place, her womanhood, it was white and pink all over, kind of like a polished doll, no scratch or imperfection, no hair to speak of though it didn't look like she shaved. It didn't look like she needed to. It got Hiro feeling a little bashful as he thought about his own regions, and hoped Hime would not be… well… I guess… disappointed would be a good word. Lord knows he certainly wasn't! He felt like he was dreaming, even now.
Well hey if he was, what a damn good dream!
But anyway, Hime was naked. She was ready and all that remained was himself. Unzipping his pants, it didn't take long until his erect penis was sticking out the front of his crotch. It had a powerful scent, not bad but funny, perhaps a side-effect of him cumming already. It made Hime a little disgusted to be quite honest, but also kind of curious. She just couldn't help but flinch both from the sight of such an inappropriate thing and the intention by which it had become so hard.
Despite that, it seemed like she was still unyielding. Her face wore only a frown, and though she was naked, gorgeous in every way, like marble given feminine form, she was not wet between her legs nor was she welcoming. Oh she didn't resist, but she kept her legs together, and her body seemed compressed, tight somehow, as if in a defensive position. Perhaps it was her last insult to Hiro, letting him know that yes, you are doing this to me, instead of no, we're doing this together.
Regardless, it's doubtful Hiro even noticed. His mind was split still resisting Reiri at some unconscious level but also trying to focus on what he was doing next. So taking care, the young man lined his manhood up with Hime's womanhood, and in one slow push, he squeezed his way inside, cleaving apart the sticky walls of Hime's womb. And so Hiro had actually done it! He had tasted the forbidden fruit! No turning back, he had penetrated Hime's most precious place, and they were having sex!
It. Felt. Amazing.
Period.
Hiro almost came right then and there! Hime felt extraordinary! Her womb was like a honey pot, and he was not expecting her to be so warm and wet. He actually collapsed for a second falling on top of his master as he went weak in the knees. Not too mention she was tight, though that may have been a bit of a curse. It may have caused Hiro to use a bit more force than he needed to as there, along the sides of Hime's inner thighs, ran fresh blood. Hime, for her part, couldn't help but moan though it sounded like a hiss as if it pained her so.
"I-I'm sorry Hime!" Hiro exclaimed anxiously. If this could hurt so bad that Hime herself couldn't help but show her discomfort—it must have been a tremendous pain he was causing her indeed. It caused him a sharp pain of his own, one in his mind—yeah, as if he needed more pains there—as his hair flickered a flash of white before turning back to normal.
Yet even so, he found that he could not stop, and so he began to move.
"Wait… Hiro… Tsst!" Hime cringed as she squinted one of her eyes finally speaking out for the first time since he began. She did her best to calm her erratic breathing but all she managed to do was obscure her thoughts as she tried to speak, gasping in between words… it made her look so terribly cute! How could Hiro honestly hold back?
"Hime!" He gasped, "Hime Hime!" He repeated her name with a raw and unprotected passion. He was in a daze, a sweat driven wet silver skinned ecstasy as he rolled his hands upon her waist, cupping and mounding her love handles as if he were crafting pottery. He kept calling her name which became the rhythm to his thrusts as he clenched his eyes shut to stifle tears of joy.
"H-Hiro! Listen… to… me…" Hime tried again and my god Hiro appreciated her effort. He'd never seen his master act like this before, so overwhelmed and yet so overwhelming, she practically brimmed with telltale emotions.
And while she did her best to retain her usual calm, she could not hide the excitement in her body. Her nipples had become hard and sore, yearning for him to pinch and suckle. Her breathing had become ragged, her skinny chest rising and falling, and even the sweat on her body was a miracle as it glistened backwardly reflecting her own luminescence to compete with the moon. An odor suddenly spread throughout the room though it was not a stench. It was Hime's natural body odor which unfairly smelted like a distant flower, not of this world, and that could easily make one hell of a designer perfume.
All this and more seemed to bubble up from inside Hime and boil over. She couldn't hide any of it, not even with all her airs and graces. She merely had to accept that all her raw naked splendor was out in the open for Hiro to see. At least it was him though. Only him. And so it became a gift. Not one she intended on giving, but one that, if she had to give, she was glad it was Hiro who received it.
Hiro for his part was grateful. He was grateful beyond words. It was like he was meeting his master for the first time despite knowing her for so long. It was wonderful. It was sensational. Yes and he was in love. They were in love.
Even Hime seemed to admit it for as their sex waged on and the seconds ticked by, lo and behold, Hiro felt her body loosen up and finally… YES FINALLY… things became more natural. Hime's strict demeanor seemed to give way becoming malleable, almost like she was conceding direction, following with an invisible nod, wherever he choose to lead, and they were one in the same, Hiro and Hime, for in that instant, they were simply a couple making love.
That didn't mean it was all perfect, however. The feelings were there, but Hiro's lack of experience was forthcoming. That didn't mean it didn't feel good now!
Heaven knows that if it felt any better both Hiro and Hime may have gone brain-dead from the trauma! No, it was simply the way in which the young man did it that showed his timid and innocent nature. Reiri's influence was strong, but she couldn't make up for the experience he didn't have.
So Hiro moved his head clumsily, trying to figure it out as he went along. He decided he wanted to be kissing Hime's lips in the end, and while this may have seemed like an easy task, his eyes no longer held sway. Slowly and inelegantly, he placed his lips onto something soft.
"~~~~~~~~~~Huuuuuuuuuu!~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
A light moan suddenly filled the room and Hiro realized he was nowhere near Hime's mouth! Of course, he wanted to keep suckling on the thing he most likely was suckling on, that had never before been suckled upon, but he moved a little higher, not wanting to offend or do anything Hime might not want. Yeah he was doing a real great job of that already!
But he continued, trailing hotly up her body leaving a never ending line of kisses wherever he passed, like he wanted to taste every inch of her being, remember her by way of all his senses, especially since this was the first and most likely the last night they'd ever be together. Tonight was enough though. Hiro had made his peace with that and so putting such dreadful thoughts out of mind, he continued to kiss her majesty. Eventually he passed by her neck, his ragged breathing tickling her as she shifted her head comfortably with a deep sigh.
It was in that moment that Hiro finally found her mouth again where slowly, tenderly, he matched his lips to her own. There, like wrapping his hand around a clenched fist, he tried to 'uncurl' her lips as he pressed down softly and slid his tongue inside.
Hime did not resist… she had long since given up and so Hiro was free to hug and squeeze her as their bellies and hips rubbed together. It was electricity, it sparked his spine, that ecstatic feeling of skin tugging against skin, where wet bodies glued together and hearts mixed and minds kissed.
He hid his hand in her hand, clenching her palm as their fingers interlaced. He was no longer restraining her though, indeed even the red ribbon that seemed to bind her was lost somewhere, somehow. No. If anything, Hiro just really loved holding Hime's hand and with that, he stretched their arms to the edge of their bed.
Yes. Their bed, for it was no longer Hime's and Hime's alone. Hiro had made sure of that! His scent had traveled deep into the fabric and now it could never be gotten out, not unless the bed sheets were burnt and the both of them awoke the next day with amnesia.
But anyway, Hiro continued. He kept a tight, loving grip on Hime's hand, while he wrapped his other arm around the back of her shoulders. He clenched her hand every so often; just to remind himself that this was all real, and Hime was really there because you must understand, even as Hiro drew Hime near, even after she had evidently surrendered to his desires, he couldn't help but feel like he was mistaken in some way; that this was all same careless illusion, perhaps Reiri still playing tricks on him. Everything was going perfectly now, and so wisely he was unsure.
So he used her hand as his teeter, his reminder that she was not only real, but that she was there. It was a relief that cannot be described in words, and it freed Hiro up immensely as he continued thrusting deep and intimately into Hime's canal. He kissed her cervix finding his way to the very end of her womb. He nuzzled at the tip of her true womb, teasing and taunting it as he lingered there for a moment, before pulling out and pushing back in.
Hime herself could help but give increasingly louder moans, though they were appropriate somehow and still quite ladylike! She couldn't control her shivering, however, which amplified with each successive thrust Hiro made. It got to the point where one might wonder if she were cold.
Her legs also told a story as they began to circle around Hiro's. It was almost like Hime was trying to constrict him, coil around him like a snake, never wanting to let him go or for him to leave her, perhaps even wishing they'd somehow marry like this and fuse together, for even she, in all her regal cold and stoic perfection could not hide her feelings here, in this, the truest vow they'd ever yet made to one another. Oh it was a physical one, yes, but there was more to it than that and Hime couldn't help but feel the infectious passion of this lovemaking which she'd never experienced before...
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MMMMMMMMM!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Hiro suddenly moaned through their kiss before everything reached its climax. There, after a few quickened thrusts, Hiro slammed his hips hard cumming into the deepest part of his Princess.
It was without warning and quite sudden, but that just made it the best as Hime suddenly felt a warm tingling sensation that ran up her spine, sort of like her legs had fallen asleep and and all the muscles decided to spasm at the same time. Multiply that by ten and make that her womb, not her legs, and that is a mere glimmer of the passionate fury she felt as Hiro filled her up.
It was a fairy tale narrated by their bodies and as quick and as seamless as a happily ever after, their story ended, pleasantly so.
"Uwaaa..." Hiro gurgled as he slowly broke off his lips dribbling a mixture of his saliva and hers. He disconnected his hips and rolled over onto his side simply too exhausted to do anything anymore.
But there was so much he wanted to know, so much he wanted to say and as he fought with his eyes, his body once again taking over ignoring the greater request of his mind, he heard a voice, a soft impassive voice as it called his name… and yet… there was so much love in it, Hiro wondered if he was already dreaming…
"Hiro…"
"Hime…" He responded.
Her name was the last thing he said before he drifted off to sleep…
"Hiro? Hiro?" Hime called as she leaned over her blood warrior. No luck… he was out cold.
"Hmpf." She sighed as she sat there naked beside him. "You do all that to me and then you have the nerve to fall asleep? You have a lot to answer for… Hiyorimi Hiro." She said as if a threat, but she couldn't help but smirk when she said that last part.
Hiyorimi Hiro… what a simply marvelous name the fair princess thought as she just stared at the boy laying there sprawled out oh so comfortably on her bed. She was still kind of angry at him of course. This was no actual fairy tale, and both Hiro and Reiri were responsible. Still though, she could not deny her feelings nor how much her body had actually come to need this. Indeed, she had to admit, she hadn't felt this great in years. Years. Like that great feeling after a massage where all the tension is gone from the body, or all the fatigue is lost after a true nights rest. Hime had no idea she had some of the aches she had until Hiro went and took her mind off them. Perhaps that was Reiri's true goal all along. A ballsy gamble, but one Hime, as a strategist knowing the basics of moral, had to appreciate.
But enough of that. It was time to get herself together. She quickly combed through her long blonde hair, combing away any obvious bangs that were out of place. She'd have to do a real combing later on. She also reached for her tiara making sure the silver crown was still there. She straightened that up as well such that the red ruby at its center shun in the moonlight just like her eyes.
While she did this, the beautiful princess kept her gaze on Hiro, tracing every curve and line of his form for she could see quite well in the dark, though not as well as a vampire or a werewolf. What caught her attention the most, however, was how bloody Hiro's penis was. It alarmed her actually, yes it alarmed even her, and not because she was worried about her own well being, or any small amount of pain she might have felt during their lovemaking, no. Hime was just shocked that something so intimate, so good could also be so violent.
Looking back at herself, between her inner thighs, there was also blood. It had already started to dry and flake, no doubt caused by the friction of their bodies grinding against one another. She'd definitely have to wash herself up before morning, though right as she thought about that, something interesting occurred to her.
She had clearly felt Hiro, without her permission, let his semen out inside her. Even now she could feel the warmth of all his little tadpoles swimming around deep inside her belly, yet none of it was dripping out. It was almost like it had been shot so deep, so far, it may have actually touched her heart.
Of course that was just poetic, lovey-dovey talk. Hime was far too pragmatic to believe anything like that. Rather, she realized that Hiro had simply shot it all into the deepest part of her, her womb, the young man making sure he was all the way inside before he finally climaxed.
On a slightly different note, it was, for some reason, a calming thought; his seed deep inside her. She couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster when she rested a hand on the lower half of her abdomen while looking at him. Even for the ice princess, that was enough to make her smile, that was enough to make her thaw.
"I wonder what tomorrow will bring." Hime thought aloud with a smirk. There was more to those words than she let on, but for now, she didn't feel like dealing with it. Hiro had the right idea and so she too would sleep… let the variables dance around in her dreams as she laid herself down to rest… happily sharing a bed with that young foolish man she called her warrior.
But something was amiss. Hime felt a presence intruding upon their sanctuary.
"Reiri." She called quick as a whip. "Just how long are you planning on staying in the shadows?" She accused staring up from her lover to look around the room. It was black now, the Sun was dead, and Hime didn't exactly have enough time to turn on any lights. Only the moon remained, a half-shaped crescent gleaming in through a suspiciously open window near the foot of her bed.
Hime stared intently at that window, almost as if she knew something. Then, at long last, after what must have been two minutes of a great stare-off of some kind, hundreds of bats suddenly chattered in through the window, and in a second they molded together into the vampire herself.
"Forgive me on this fine evening Hime-sama!" Reiri bowed lifting the sides of her skirt. "I did not mean to snoop, but I just had to know as I just have to ask. How was it?" She grinned with her favorite mischievous smile.
"As charming as ever Reiri." Hime responded not at all amused.
"Fufu, well I do aim to please. Leeeet's see here… hmmm… judging by how disheveled your bed is and the ghastly wound inflicted by Hiro's… spear, I'd say the young man turned out to be quite the beast no?" She almost roared with laughter as she walked up to the foot of the bed and sat down. "FUFU! MY, my, poor Hiro would be so furious with himself if he saw what he did to you!"
"While under your hypnosis…" Hime pointed out, yet the vampire didn't feel threatened.
"Well that's true, but I certainly didn't put any ideas in his head if that's what you're insinuating Hime-sama. No, I merely used what was already there. I just coaxed him to pursue some of his more, darker and self-indulgent thoughts."
"So what? You're going to tell me that that was all him?"
"Oh Phoenixes no! I wish!" Reiri blurted out as she massaged her forehead. "That boy fought back every step of the way! It was quite fatiguing actually to have to control him for so long. But you know, we ought to be proud of him for that…"
"Proud of him?"
"But of course! Even under my strongest hypnosis, he fought back with everything he had. He just refused so adamantly to take you even though I was forcing him, and deep down, he wanted it… unless you said the words and gave him your permission, he used every ounce of his being to fend me off. That's why he passed out. The strain on his brain was simply that great, a normal person would have ended up in a coma! He'll be okay though. Well probably… I mean he is a blood warrior.
And he really does love you… though I am going to tell him I stopped controlling him midway through and everything he did to you was of his own accord fufu!"
"That's rather cruel." Hime said though she couldn't help but smirk approving of the vampire's ploy. She then turned away clothing herself with her bed sheets as she tucked a few quilted edges underneath her arm. It was just something to make her decent, or as decent as someone can get given the situation.
It instead made her beautiful, as to be expected. When she was done, she turned back toward her vampiric friend who was still sitting down, watching her and Hiro only this time, with a far more empathetic smile.
"I suppose that's it then." Hime finally broke the silence. "Nothing else needs to be said."
"I wouldn't say that…"
"I understand what you did Reiri. I understand the need for it. It was wrong, yes, but I do appreciate it. I'll still have to arrange a punishment for you of course, but I get what you were trying to do."
"Fufu, well that's… fair I suppose! I cannot argue with you on that and as I said before, I am aware of the consequences. I would honorably accept whatever punishment you decree Hime-sama."
"It will involve garlic…"
"Ah… I see. Then I'll have to finish writing my will soon I guess." The black-haired vampire laughed getting up and heading toward the window.
"Where are you going?"
"Fufu who knows?" The vampire chuckled stretching her arms and cracking her neck. "The night is young, and I think I've caused enough trouble in the mansion for one day! Getting out and about would do me some good, especially before tomorrow… when all things need to be sorted and accounted for."
"Indeed."
"Ah but anyway that's tomorrow's problem. So take care Hime-sama! Remember, this wasn't just for you two! This was for all of us!"
"All for us?"
"Yep! Make sure you don't waste it!" The vampire smirked with a toothy grin that glistened in the moonlight.
"Hmpf." Hime scuffed with a smile of her own. She opened her mouth to say something more but decided against it as she turned her head toward the now sleeping boy nestled quietly beside her.
"One more thing…" Reiri said calling her back.
"Yes?"
"Well… there's something I wanted to tell you, before tomorrow I mean. Something that I feel needs to be said today. You see in order to control Hiro, I needed to place him under a fair amount of, shall we say, mental duress." The vampire explained as Hime's eyes met her own.
"I'm sure you realized this by now Hime-sama, but what I did to Hiro was far more complex than simply biting him. A vampire's venom has its uses, but it's mainly for making quick mindless thralls. It'd be useless for delicate work like this.
Similarly, our usual hypnosis relies too much on suggestion and sweet, honeyed words to temporarily place our victims under our control. It's fairly weak, most strong-willed people can see through it instantly. It also makes the victim fall head-over heels, but only for the vampire casting the 'spell.' Again, not the proper tool.
So you see? What I needed, what I used, was a very special kind of hypnosis that only pure-blooded vampire's possess.
This kind of hypnosis is far more… intimate. It requires the subject to have deep seated desires that they've bottled up for sometime. From there, the vampire needs to work on lowering their inhibitions, usually by causing some sort of trauma. Once they're at this low point and they're sufficiently exhausted both emotionally and mentally, and in some cases… physically… the pure blooded vampire can swoop in and influence their weakened mind." Reiri paused as if waiting for Hime to say something but the beautiful Princess remained silent waiting for her to get to her point.
"Errm," Reiri cleared her throat nervously. "What I'm trying to say Hime-sama," she hesitated, "I had to… I had to…"
"Reiri." Hime called calmly. "Did you have intercourse with Hiro?" She asked the question for her and Reiri's heart just about dropped into her stomach. The vampire looked up but the beautiful princess' face was hard and uncompromising, like always revealing nothing of her true intention so that only her question remained, and Reiri had but one choice and that was to answer.
"No." She sighed solemnly.
It was the truth. She didn't. She and Hiro did not have sex… but even so, just saying that alone with no further explanation or proof, it just felt wrong. It didn't ease the weight on her shoulders nor did it make her feel any better because it sounded like a lie, a convenient leaving out of very key facts.
"But," she sighed opening her mouth to continue.
"Then it's fine." Hime said. "I don't need to know." She added as if she, in her omnipotence, knew that Reiri needed to hear that. And just like that, all was forgiven, and Reiri was absolved of all her sin.
So of course the beautiful vamp had no idea what to say. She wanted to cry, to break down and die, to do everything and nothing if it meant she could tell Hime how she felt. She instead, regaining control of her senses and fighting every urge to scream, just smiled with dignity and gratitude. The world was off her shoulders and the luck of the Phoenixes seemed on her side, as Hime herself smiled too. And so they were, two elegant monsters reaching an understanding, and nothing more needed to be said. Nothing more needed to be done as the room lay in silence. It was a beautiful thing, you'd have to see it to believe, but it was just too perfect, the mutual respect that had for each other despite everything that had happened.
And so Reiri, without a word more, not even a goodbye, turned toward to the open window, where the moonlight draped across the fluttering curtains. Then, with a sigh of relief, and a smile that nobody, not even Hime, could see, she disintegrated into her bats and scattered into the night sky closing the window behind her with the gust of a pleasant breeze.
Hime saw her out and once she was gone, turned her head back toward the person she was really interested in. The person who had suddenly gone from servant to master in the span of a day, the master of her heart, her master, her Hiro as she gently rested next to him, drawing in the covers just below their heads.
"Ah." She couldn't help but sigh once she'd settled down. Who knew sleeping next to someone could feel so good? Who knew she'd ever be sleeping next to this particular someone? "Huh." She sighed contently as nestled next to him, their shoulders touching, her naked body next his naked body with both their heads facing upward, to where the stars ought to be. She closed her eyes, but immediately opened them as Hiro suddenly shifted.
"Mawww…" he berp-gulped as he reached over and rested an arm across her bare chest. Lifting his head for a second, he rested his face on Hime's shoulder and even put one of his legs between her own so that their toes were touching.
"Hmm?" Hime thought in wonder as she glanced down at him. Truly no end to the surprises, she smiled yet again as she allowed Hiro to have his way. With one more deep breath, it didn't take her long before she closed her eyes for good and joined her lover in his sleep.
Goodnight Hiro.
Sweet dreams…
NEXT TIME: The smoke has finally cleared on Reiri's all out assault and now everyone wakes up the next day wondering what the hell just happened! Brace yourselves folks! Punishments are doled out, Reiri gives more advice—god help us, and Hiro has a very important conversation with Sawawa… something about ring the way I hear it. All that and more next time on Princess Couple!
End Note: And finished! Well there you have it guys! How was that for a chapter huh? I hope it fit the rating since the whole point was to write a mature story! I also hope it's got you guys all giddy and anxious to see how the household reacts after Reiri's all out assault!
That was my favorite part of the chapter actually, well besides the sex scene of course ;)
Seeing Reiri dispatch everyone with a guilty pleasure was wonderful to write! I'm not really sure why, but it was. But anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed what you read! Please leave a review and let me know! Hopefully, before the next update I'll get the Spin-off back on track! Oh and of course! I can't help but apologize again for being so late with this. So sorry about that! I had actually hoped to get this out before the New Year, but that clearly didn't happen. Hope the wait didn't kill any of you haha!
I'll tell you right now, the next chapter will take awhile because I'm working an actual job now. I'll find time to write, but updates might be months apart. Again sorry for the inconvenience, but hopefully many of you are used to that sort of thing when it comes to me and my stories. I'm not proud of that, but well, thanks for your patience and your support! Raza Out.
P.S. If you've left a review on any of my stories thank you a million times over. I'm sorry if I haven't responded to some of them, I usually miss these though if you'd like to reach me directly, I'm usually pretty good with PM's. Thanks and happy reading!