Warning: Dub con and mentions of futanari

Finished on 07/03/2015

Bittersweet Symphony

Dependency

Konoka's Quote

"This is the last time I'll abandon you. And this is the last time I'll forget you. I wish I could..." ~ Muse - Stockholm Syndrome

She felt her weight on her lower back, arms sneaking around her waist and holding her in a possessive grip as she was pounded from behind. Her hands clawed at the sheets. The pain and pleasure mixing together shamed her. A ragged pant on her neck had her moaning and her upper half plopped down on the bed like dead weight. Her spine tensed as another orgasm betrayed her and ripped away what little dignity she could hold onto.

The Lady was ruthless in her lovemaking, and yet she was edging on tender every time she finished inside her. Konoka's pelvis shook from the force applied by her captor, who still had her in a firm grasp. The Lady growled and bent over so she'd lie completely on top of her lover and have access to her neck for a proper marking. It was a sign of dominance, not often shown during matings. But her purpose was clear, and tradition demanded that she claim Konoka on her first night.

She suddenly felt empty, and couldn't hold down the whimper at the loss. The Lady flipped their positions, with her now on top of the demon. She was tired, confused, embarrassed. And she did not know what to do.

Still connected, Setsuna guided her trembling hands to her abdomen, so she could support herself. The Lady bucked up jerkily once, twice, and then stopped, gazing intently into Konoka's troubled orbs. She bit her lower lip and bounced clumsily. Setsuna caressed her thighs and helped her along, knowing the situation and lack of experience were to blame for her insecurities.

"Stop," The Lady whispered as she saw the tears run down her face. "You are not making this easier for you. Relax," She leant up and gathered the human in her arms, hiding her face in the crook of her neck. She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped herself as Konoka took her arms to her neck and let them hang loosely there.

"You make it sound easy," Were the first words she said ever since it started. The Lady smiled softly and caressed her nape, perfectly aware of the fact that they were still connected, that she had a mission to follow. Had they met during other circumstances and they would have been friends, possibly more.

But they weren't. "Follow my lead." She grabbed her hands and laced them together, under Konoka's doubtful eyes. The Lady leaned in and kissed her as she slowly pushed into her with tenderness she should have used from the start. But they were not common lovers, and Setsuna could not afford being nice to the fragile being on her lap.

Soon Konoka was blown away by the Lady's gentleness in her steady thrusts. She looked down for a second, and it was her doom. The Lady was gazing at her with suckk tenderness and regret it was heartbreaking. She was crying silently against her breast as they met in slow pushes. But Konoka could never forgive her, for the Lady had made her choice already.

"Good dreams, I hope." The voice of the Lady awoke her from her memories. It had been three months now, and she was starting to show, which made the dreams more frequent than she would have liked. The aftermath of such dreams was less than pleasant, and she did not want to give in, less in front of the Lady.

"They were... enjoyable." She sat up and rubbed her sore eyes, complaining under her breath as she caught glimpses of the sunlight from behind the curtains. "I suppose you don't want darker curtains?" It was, of course, a rhetorical question. It had taken her a month to convince the demon to put the current ones up.

As expected, the Lady chuckled under her breath, "Not unless it's an actual need," She risked a glance at her stomach, letting her words settle in.

"Yes, yes." Konoka waved her off, indicating that she wanted the discussion done with. Setsuna smirked, but decided to humor her for once. If the brunette was surprised by this, she didn't show it.

"By the way, you talk in your sleep," Setsuna tied her hair in a high ponytail. She glimpsed at Konoka, who sat on the bed undisturbed. She was getting better at ignoring her teasing, it seemed. All the more thrilling for Setsuna, who was not going to be deterred by the challenge.

"I do not," And how do you know? Setsuna wanted to ask, but held her tongue. She truly did not want to start the morning with an argument and possibly her being kicked out of their chambers.

"Queen Asuna of Andrasia," a servant announced as a fiery redhead slammed the doors open. She did not bat an eye at Setsuna's clotheless state but did make a sound of annoyance from the depths of her throat.

"Have some shame, woman," Her grumbling intensified as the Lady smirked, basking in her own proud, naked glory. She did like to taunt the human Queen and make her blush, especially when she could rub it in her face that she was not embarrassed in the least. Asuna tapped her foot impatiently on the floor as she diverted her gaze elsewhere, knowing fully that the Lady would not change until she was out.

"Is it time for tea?" The Lady asked, tracing her long fingers along Konoka's right leg, only to be swatted away by her lover's hand. "Or did you finally decide to join in on the fun?" She smiled rakishly. Asuna huffed and waved her off.

"Tatsumiya is looking for you. She seems impatient, I suggest you hurry up." Setsuna sighed heavily and put on her clothes. She patted Asuna's shoulder on her way out. The redhead was about one of the few she trusted with Konoka now, either by gut-instincts or the reassurance that Asuna simply could not harm her friend nor take her away. And then there was the rumors about her affair with a certain blonde vampiress circling around.

"Good morning to you as well," The redhead relaxed significantly as she sat down next to her friend. She worried when she saw the uneasiness he brunette showed, now that Setsuna was not with them. "What is it?" Asuna asked.

"I had another of those damned dreams, that's what," She sighed bitterly, running a hand on her forehead. "I don't know what to do anymore. This is driving me mad, Asuna!" She plopped back onto the bed and groaned. Asuna barely blinked, as they had had this conversation numerous times already. However, Konoka did have good reasons not to follow her advice and make those memories come to life once more. She had asked both human and demonic doctors and they had all come up with the same answer. Cravings. And it would have been easy to follow through, had it been a normal couple in normal circumstances.

"I don't know what to tell you, Konoka. There is only one possible solution, which you do not want to even speak about." The brunette glared at her through her fingers and bangs.

"I will not give in and give her the pleasure of... of... I simply will not!" She grounded. Truly, the matter was driving her mad, but what little pride she had would not be crushed by the one who had started this mess in the first place.

"The pleasure of what?" Speaking of the devil...

"I think the two of you should speak. Don't give me that look, Konoka! Lord knows your mood swings will kill us all sooner rather than later. If she's able to help with your problem then I'll be more than happy to walk away and pretend you're having a chess match or something," She blushed profusely as she kept on her rant, then stormed off to hide her frustration and shame. She had thought her more tactless days had died when she was sixteen and crowned Queen. Apparently, being away from her homeland did not do any wonders to her persona.

"I didn't know Andrasians dealt with problems in such way," Ayaka chuckled as she surged from the shadows. Asuna crossed her arms and grumbled under her breath. "What would your court say if they saw their Queen use a tactic as crude as yours?" Asuna lifted her hand in the universal sign of 'stop' and gave her a dry look. Ayaka chuckled, but complied, tucking a lock of hair behind her ears. She extended her hand to the monarch, who took it hesitantly. "Shall we, my Queen?" The redhead grunted in response, feeling the tickle of the shadows swallowing them. She doubted she would ever grow accustomed to her friend's method of transportation.

"So..." Setsuna cleared her throat. It had been three minutes since the redhead marched away and left her with Konoka alone. She felt it inappropriate to joke around at the moment, if Konoka's expression was anything to go by.

She couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact time she stopped caring about her vengeance. Or rather, she had been convinced out of it by the woman now occupying her bed -their bed. She just knew that, little by little, her anger and bitterness were put down for good by the small challenges offered by the brunette and the time they spend in each other's company, as brief as it was.

Her consorts ceased to appeal to her as they had done in the past. Konoka, of course, did not know this. She was not to know of the effect she had on the Lady. Therefore, she played the same role every morning and night, that which drove Konoka mad and lit a fire ever-present in her. She deserved all the hate she could throw, the Lady knew that much. Without knowing it, Konoka had had the last word in their little feud, making the Lady slowly but steadily fall for her. Such cruel irony was surely a laughable event.

In part she had Asuna to thank for. The Queen had arrived with the predictable purpose of recovering her friend, but found herself also captured by the merciless ruler of the lands. A similar deal to Konoka's was made with Andrasia, and to this day they were threatening with war and bloodshed. It was only a matter of time before Andrasia fell under her ruling. Asuna was not her friend, but she was Konoka's. To ensure peace, she would have to take over Andrasia, but keep Asuna as the ruling figure while she pulled the strings behind scene. Surprisingly, Asuna was almost content with the turn of events, but seeing as she had never wanted to be made Queen she hardly had any reasons to be. Born out of wedlock and suddenly recognized when there was no one else to turn to, her leaving the throne was no oddity indeed.

She had been the confidant the Lady could never be. Her presence softened the Konoe in ways she could no longer have hope of. She had been the one to subtly mention the morning sickness Konoka was experiencing without her notice. And she had built a fragile bridge between them, albeit without meaning to. She too hated Setsuna at first, when she had learned of her actions. But she was also the first human to learn of her reasons, thus affecting her behavior towards the Lady. Konoka had yet to hear her story. Of how the Konoe family had wandered into demonic lands long ago, and how Konoemon himself killed her mother when learning of her humanity and her affairs with the demon Lord, Setsuna's deceased father. Setsuna could never forget her mother's eyes, full of despair, as Konoemon struck the killing blow in front of her innocent eyes.

She had been saved by the awakening of her powers, at the time dormant. A demon's power usually appears when commencing adulthood. Setsuna had forced them out, driven by anger and sadness beyond comparison. That night she slaughtered all but one Konoe, vowing to get her revenge when the time came. The vision of her dead mother lying in her favorite garden would haunt her until she finally found a reason to break the treaty her foolish father had made to avoid war. Then came Konoka and her decades-in-the-make plans crumbled like a house of cards.

"It's nothing. Asuna is just over-reacting as always. Go to your duties or whatever demonic things you do around here, I'll be fine," She was deflecting, her cheeks burning and brown eyes holding back tears of embarrassment. Of all the people to see her at her lowest; damn hormones.

Setsuna took slow, firm steps towards Konoka, her face unreadable. She removed a strand of hair that veiled the brunette's beautiful face and felt a smile ghost over her face. To think she had treated this creature so selfishly; she felt ashamed of herself. The Lady helped herself on the bed and tried to look as harmless as possible, so Konoka could drop her guard around her for a second. It took the brunette five full minutes, between frowns and lip-tightenings, to sit at her side yet without touching.

"What has been done to you. What I have done to you..." The Lady licked her dry lips and rubbed her hands on her hakamas. "You hate me, I get that, and I deserve it. You had a good life, with people that loved and looked up to you. I humiliated you, an innocent human that did not even know what was going on. I did horrible things to you. I raped you, Konoka."

"Stop," Hesitantly, Setsuna took a trembling look at the brunette. As soon as she saw the tears running down her face she kneeled in front of the princess. Her arms latched around her legs and her face buried between her knees as she too felt the heat of her own tears threatening to come out.

"I am a monster, Konoka. I don't deserve life." She glanced around the room. "But most importantly I don't deserve you." She reached for her hands and held them to her chest tenderly. "You, Konoka, have caught my heart. And I am afraid that it shall always be yours. I cannot ask of you to hold me any kindness, but at least now I am at peace with myself."

"Kiss me."

"E-Excuse me?"

"Kiss me," Konoka repeated firmly. "Like you mean what you are saying now. Kiss me, Setsuna." She pleaded in a whisper. "Kiss me like you love me."

Something snapped inside of Setsuna. Her hands came to the back of Konoka's head and she pulled her down for a long, deep kiss. Their noses nudged each other's faces, and all they could hear was the sound of their lips brushing and the rain starting to applaud upon hard earth outside.

A little whimper left Konoka and she pulled back slowly, her lips still half upon Setsuna's, the Lady still holding her neck. Konoka's hand lingered at Setsuna's face, her thumb cradling the Lady's jaw. She glanced at her mouth, and her eyes said it all.

I want to kiss you again.

And suddenly Setsuna moved forward like the thunder. The rain behind them intensified, and they were kissing. They were vaguely aware of their pulses picking up under their trembling hands.

Maybe Setsuna was a monster, and maybe she didn't deserve Konoka, but she loved her. Because Konoka made her feel she belonged somewhere. Konoka was home. So when they kissed a third time, Setsuna knew where she was.

Only the epilogue missing. I will have you know it's a little kinky and dark. Because, obviously, Setsuna hasn't completely given up on her demonic nature.