Soft, rippling coils of warmth surrounded the assassin girl's frame starting from her core and working its way outward onto her very flesh. Everywhere she went, she was accompanied by almost unfathomable pleasure; as though she were trapped mid-release. His presence guided her, soothed her, carried her. It nested itself so deeply that it spilled out nearly every other thought or feeling she possessed, and thus she could see and feel only what was given to her; what was selected for her.
She no longer used her eyes. They remained closed in the deepest realms of her mind, and often she saw nothing at all. Feeling was enough. Feeling him was enough. Fears, doubts, limitations, restrictions; simply hollow words that she had forgotten the meanings of. They had disappeared along with those pesky memories of her fight for vengeance and redemption. Those things didn't exist any longer. It felt as natural as though they never had at all. She continued to sleep and dream and breathe him in.
On occasion she heard muffled voices from the outside. There was never time to analyze it however, since he always accompanied her reactions and movements with a swiftness that she could never hope to (or care to) match.
"Let go," he would whisper inside her head. "Hear only my voice."
Then, the distant muffling would stop.
Once, she smelled a familiar scent that triggered a strange memory she couldn't quite piece together; as though she were missing all the details leading up to and following it. She was young and he was there; tangled together intimately with her in the dusk. This particular foreign, feminine scent smothered his flesh, and she knew someone else had been there. She had held it in, reminded herself it did not matter, and continued on as though it did not exist... but even as she swallowed it down, it hurt. There was pain. There was... jealousy? She just wanted to-...
"Don't hold back," his voice encouraged her.
The gurgling sound hit her ears and she shivered in ecstasy. She could feel the projected blood droplets caressing her skin... and it felt so incredibly right. The stench of death overwhelmed the horrible, womanly aroma that had roused her. Then, the memory and everything it had inspired disappeared and she was elated once more. Her body moved as a combined effort of her own whims and his will. It were as if she were pulling the levers of her motor skills with his palms encircling the tops of her knuckles to guide her.
Then, something changed. She was at a euphoric high when a different voice broke through; clear as day.
"I'll... never... forgive you..."
She knew this voice. It seemed to pierce through her barrier of bliss and agonizingly clutch her chest right between the ribs. Guilt pumped through her system in such abundance that it actually managed to replace Illumi's presence from within her. Her heart did a hammer pound in ill-placed excitement. She opened her eyes, taking an extra moment to allow the blurred face in front of her to come into focus. Borrowing a moment to study his features, she felt a rush of emotion- both painful and passionate- flood through her.
'Kil...lua?' she said without opening her lips. The name echoed and bounced around in the blackness of her mind as she felt the ghost of his warmth at her side and the phantom of a book in her fingers.
Without warning, the boy began to fade. She could feel him slipping from her consciousness; in fact, she could feel her very consciousness paling. An orgasmic high forcibly pushed itself through her as Illumi's aura engulfed every living tissue she possessed. Killua's presence grew dimmer and dimmer. She began to forget his face, his warmth, his light.
'No!'
The struggle was excruciating. Every one of her nerves and senses howled with distress, but she refused to simply surrender. The clenching in her core insisted that she could not lose him again.
The battle continued on until she had finally overexerted herself, not having been capable enough to overwhelm Illumi's dogged persistence. Tears of despair rained down upon her mentally imprisoned identity, drowning the memory of the ex assassin in a flash of silver. She felt herself collapse, Illumi's arms cradling her, caressing her.
'I'm sorry, Killua... It was me that wasn't strong enough...'
When she awoke next, she felt refreshed and purified, on the very brink of her immutable climax. After all, there was Illumi, and there was pleasure, and nothing else.
A/N: I know it was pretty short, sorry about that. Next chapter will get back to the plot. Actually, we're getting to the climax and I suppose after that we're approaching the ending... Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed or favorited. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some more packing to do. -_-