Summary: She met Ikraam, a green gent who was going to help her find the jewel from the desert. Fem!Jack/Aku (Male!Ikra)
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When Jackie had learned of the tall green man's plight, she couldn't help but reminisce back to the stories her mother told her of her own birth. Brought to life in the ravages of an Aku invasion, the first cries of a baby marking the entrapment of the demon.
This man, Ikraam, had defied Aku as well. For his insolence, Aku had killed his wife and given his newborn to a cult that worshipped Aku. It had been several years since this incident. It was likely that his child would not be persuaded to return to the side of good, having been groomed by the cult since the newborn was young. But he vowed to get his revenge on Aku.
For this, Jackie was happy to have him accompany her on her journey to find the Desert Oasis Jewel.
Over the nights of travelling, Ikraam regaled the tales of how he protected his city prior to everything being destroyed by Aku. He was heralded as a hero, looked up to by many. His wife had been strong, able to lift men with one arm and do her makeup with the other without breaking a sweat. She had a ferocity about her that let others know she wouldn't be pushed around. Instead of staying behind with the others when monsters would besiege the city, she took to Ikraam's side and slayed the beasts with him.
He missed that bond. Many women since her death had tried to court Ikraam, but none had the fire and passion that Ikraam's wife lived by.
That is, until he met Jackie.
Jackie, too, had had many potential suitors attempt to court her, both during her training in the past and in the future, by human and alien and robot alike. She remained steadfast in her goals, refusing to stray. But, the longer she travelled with this man, and the more trials that they went through, she could feel a spark forming between them. Having eyes to watch her back made the fights more bearable, and she didn't find herself so sore after each battle. It was easier to recover and she rarely went hungry because four hands were better for hunting than two.
She wasn't naïve to flirting, but she had only been exposed to overt flirting, not the subtle tactics that Ikraam employed on her. Maybe it was because she never let anyone get close to her after being taught early that everyone lies and everyone wants something, whether that be to use her talents or to desire her. Sex was a powerful motivator for beings whose existence was granted by the very purpose of sex.
Technology and medicine had advanced in the time that had passed. When she received a particularly nasty gash from one of Aku's bounty hunters, Ikraam was there with a medical kit, assessing and then cleaning the wound with a care that would be unexpected from his large, rough hands. It was painful to have the wound stitched, but the ointment that he applied afterward practically took all the pain away. He mentioned that it would also help the wound heal faster. One of his hands rested beside the wound, lingering, then patting gently as he stood to hunt for more food.
As he handed her a kebab of cooked impaled mice from the fire, he decided to sit side-by-side instead of opposite to her. She found she didn't mind. She could benefit from extra warmth considering how cold the desert could get at night, she surmised.
Jackie truly appreciated that Ikraam didn't treat her like a fragile woman. He let her fall to her feet instead of catching her, he knew she could handle herself and let her take care of her share of enemies.
But, she still appreciated the massages.
Hands that were strong enough to punch through metal waxed away the knots and soreness in her muscles with talent. They handled her body carefully and without darker intent. She kept quiet but couldn't help the voiceless gasps when pressure was relieved from more sensitive areas.
And then, she would return the favour. It would take longer given that she was smaller, but Ikraam grunted his satisfaction all the same. She had never interacted so intimately with the opposite sex. She savoured the time she could trace the strong, solid muscles of the man, exploring the expanse of his exposed green skin in the light of the fire.
When he flipped himself over to have her sitting on his abdomen, she blushed and had to excuse herself.
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Aku may have made many mistakes during his growing conquering of Earth, but one thing he came to learn is that female humans could be tempted just as males could. Brute force was easiest to getting what one wanted, but after doing it thousands of times, it could get boring. Destroying would always bring some pleasure to him, but figuring out innovative ways to get what he wanted granted it greater. Discovering what a creature desired most and then using it to manipulate them was fun, even if it required more patience for that delayed (larger) gratification. Men were more easily tempted by the prospect of sex, and many of his minions could easily seduce their way into the ranks of entire kingdoms to fell them from within.
Jackie was a female that was driven by the desire to destroy Aku. It was basically what she'd always been taught to do. Her life had lived and breathed learning ways with which to destroy him. The only way that Aku would be able to tempt her would be with the prospect of destroying Aku. That is, until he caught her intense gaze the first time they had met.
He could see the slight dilation of her pupils, could hear her heartbeat from where she stood through the ground which his essence infected. He could smell the light whiff of pheromones betraying her immediate attraction to the form he'd decided to take. As he had fought off enemies with her for the first time, a new plan budded in his mind. He'd seen her decline many advances, but just as men could be manipulated by their desires, so too could females. Jackie may have been a hard nut to crack, but cracked she could be. He could have stuck with using her just to find the Desert Oasis Jewel, but it wouldn't be as fun as screwing with her mental state as well. He could predict the ending to this charade, and that prospect fueled his actions to seduce.
He was surprised that it took this long, but that was due to him underestimating the sheer will of the samurai.
It was difficult for him to be so gentle with the one specimen he so wished to destroy right then and there—but that would be too easy. His hand gently cupped the back of her head, weaving into the strands of the bun and releasing it with a pull. Her hair cascaded down past her bare shoulders, which shuddered as he pulled her frame against his. She gripped at his clothes, needing an anchor. He pressed his lips against hers, tasting her flesh for the first time. He could eat humans, and he wanted to devour her. Her hair cast an inky black halo around her face, not unlike his own tendrils in his true form.
But he contained himself. He peppered kisses down her chin, to her neck, feeling the hard pulse of her blood through her veins. Aku couldn't reign in all his impulses, though. He bit, perhaps harder than he intended, for Jackie hissed and pulled back, a wince on her face. He made an apologetic face (in no world would he ever actually apologise to the samurai), and continued his ministrations, stroking down her body and bringing a stable hand to her lower back.
She brushed off his clothing, palming at his bare chest. She traced the scars left on his body, not realizing that these were approximately the same areas where her blade had once struck him in his true form. He may have been able to recover, but he liked the idea of the foreshadowing; her realising there were signs and completely missing them. He couldn't wait to see the horror on her face.
He lowered her to the ground atop her sprawled gi, hands exploring to locate sensitive areas on her body. She twitched, uncertain whether to pull away or press into the ministrations. Her whimpers brought a smile to Aku's lips; he could easily imagine the same noises being that of pain as he tortured her for all the opposition she caused. His body hovered over hers, his hips forcing her legs to spread more to fit him in between. They naturally clamped around him. His hands toyed about her body, causing her to utter his fake name. Her hair cast an inky black halo around her face, not unlike his own tendrils in his true form.
Aku found it difficult to imagine many other situations where the samurai would willingly allow herself to be handled, especially like this. He squeezed her breasts, perhaps too tightly, for Jackie cried out again, much to Aku's delight.
One of his hands pressed against the junction between her legs, mildly amused to find it wet. He wiped the fluids on her thigh and pulled down the silk of his pants to reveal his facsimile of a human penis. Jackie looked down when she felt something probing against her opening, but snapped her head back when Aku penetrated her.
She hadn't been taught shame when it came to being vocal during procreation, so her noises were rather loud. Her fingers made their way to where they were connected, where she massaged her clit to heighten her pleasure.
Aku didn't feel much in this corporal body of his. Just as an ordinary sword didn't bring him pain, physical pleasure wasn't much a thing for him, either, but psychological pleasure…
She gasped and moaned his name as he thrust into her, in, out, and at angles she let out this little squeal before chanting his name again. Aku loved it. Loved hearing her sing praises to him. Wanted to hear her begging for him. Begging for her life, crying as she paid for all of the trouble she had caused him, for nearly destroying him, for ruining his plans…
His thrusts became more aggressive, one and gripping so tightly on her hip, he was afraid his hand might turn into claws, the other snaking up to apply pressure to her neck. Her eyes didn't snap open in concern like it had done when he bit her. She gripped at his hand, fingernails digging into the green flesh. Her hips jumping to meet his, she choked out a 'please' and moaning his name. Aku stared so intensely, eyes taking in every single quiver. His hand experimentally tightened around her neck, and he could feel her tightening around his shaft as well.
This honestly felt like the only true power he had over her. She might be able to defeat him (for now—he still had yet to figure out how to defeat the sword) but she was at the mercy of his sword and hands and mind games and she loved it so long as she didn't know it was a game.
When he sensed Jackie reached her orgasm, he allowed some of his essence to escape from him and into her. He made sure it wasn't too much; he didn't want it to leak out and her to discover a black liquid having come from him. He wasn't yet sure what he planned on doing with this yet, but it left many possibilities in the future with which to mess with the samurai. And she would never know why it happened.
Her skin was red and she panted heavily, eyes closed and red lips parted and chewed on. Aku liked that swollen look. He pulled out of her, checking discreetly to make sure nothing black had come out, before sheathing himself back in his clothes. When she caught her breath, she too pulled her gi back over her naked form. The only evidence that anything had happened was her tussled hair and the pink staining her face.
He stared down at the samurai, thinking about how foolish she was to let her guard down. No being in Aku's land was safe from deception. None should be trusted. Yet this human refused to accept that. And that would be her downfall.
As the fire died down, Jackie thought she saw a familiar evil grin flash in the moonlight, but when she rubbed her eyes, all she saw was the doting face of Ikraam.
Oh, how foolish the samurai would feel. Aku simmered in his glee.
