Roanapur Nights
A Rosario+Vampire and Black Lagoon Crossover
Chapter 12
Ling Ling looked at the small bed that Yan was laid out on. The water nymph often worked the front door for them, and she was a skilled thief when needed. In truth she had more than earned her place in the Huang Family. The fact that she had been attacked wasn't going to go unnoticed. She had graciously thanked Shenhua for helping to come to her aid. She had to admit that her cousin's choice of lover was a decent one.
Shenhua's own oni heritage was slowly beginning to show itself. She hadn't developed the horns yet, but she assumed that was either because she was still in her human form, or simply because her process to returning to her monster heritage was slow going. Still, the fact that she had come to the aid of the Huang Family only helped to solidify the alliance between both them and the Miao Families.
Her Tsukune also stood in the room with her. She saw him watching the doctor that was currently attending to Yan. The blue haired girl looked deathly pale, but she was breathing, and that was more than enough reason for celebration. The doctor slowly stood and nodded, "She's going to make a full recovery," she said as she adjusted her glasses, "If anyone would have been any later in getting to her aid this would be a different story. Instead she is going to be down for a minimum of two weeks."
Ling Ling nodded, "And what can we tell about her attack?"
The doctor looked at her and Tsukune, "They call it the last kiss," she said as she looked at them, "it's a very specific poison cocktail that is used to subdue someone quickly and quietly. I'm imagining that they were planning on taking her as a potential slave. It happens, and it happens far too often here. However, since she didn't respond to it as quickly as someone else I'm assuming they decided to simply dispatch with her, which would explain the gut shot from a low caliber handgun."
Ling Ling stewed as she stood there, her eyes narrowed as she looked at her subordinate. She balled her hands into fists, "And do we have proof on who they could be connected with?"
The doctor shook her head, "I'm sorry, but besides the suits that both Tsukune and Shenhua reported them wearing there's not much," she said, "It's obviously the Triads, but getting them to admit it will be harder than getting a dragon to hand over its horde."
Ling Ling clicked her tongue as she stood there. This was not what she wanted. She wanted to see the Triads put out of business, which of course was counter-protective since the Huang and Miao Families were considered parts of the Triads. Still, this group had proven themselves to be counter-productive when it came to doing business. That was something she didn't want to have in this city. She was fine with a city focused on criminal enterprise. It actually made it far more honest than normal.
"I can describe them," Tuskune said, his voice sounding hopeful, "I mean I saw every line, every blemish on their faces, so it won't be difficult."
Ling Ling shook her head, "It is good that you did, but it won't do anything. By now their employers have found them, disposed of the bodies, and have decided to be quiet about the entire thing. I can promise that they have no intention of openly acting again," she said with a small smile, "Even if we transferred your descriptions to a sketch it is doubtful that anyone would willingly identify them."
She breathed out, "I am afraid that doing so would only incur hostility for them, and so I do not blame them for potentially keeping quiet."
She looked at Yan again, "Doctor, ensure that she is kept comfortable, inform her that she is given a three week rest period, and that I want her to know that she will receive no disciplinary action for it," she said before she turned and hopped slightly, "Tsukune, will you come with me?"
He nodded, and she began to move out of the room. She felt his presence behind her, but she kept moving until they were in a different room in the medical area of the Huang Family Corner. She moved toward a desk, and then turned toward him, "My precious Tsukune, you are very brave for what you did," she purred, "You are brave, and you deserve a reward."
She saw his look of uncertainty, "I have no other intention than to ensure that you are given the wonderful gift that you deserve. Please, allow me to show you my gratitude, and then allow me to simply love you."
He neared her, "Ling Ling," he said touching her hand, "You do realize that you don't have to do this. I don't want you to feel like you have to lift your skirt to get my attention."
She gave him a gentle smile, "I know, but this isn't to get your attention. This is to show you my appreciation for what you've done."
She hopped toward him, although she could tell that her movements were more fluid than normal. The access to her Tsukune, the access to his various bodily fluids, all of it had been slightly altering her. She could move easier, and she certainly enjoyed the fact that he seemed to take time with her. There was never a point where anything was done that would have hurt her if she was alive. Instead he had remained a gentle and caring lover.
"May I, please?"
He looked at her, and gave a slight grin, "Yes, but again you don't have to."
She moved her hands down, finding the button to his jeans, unbuttoned them, and then unzipped them. The material separated, and she licked her lips before she began to bend and move, getting down on her knees, "I understand, but I want to. I want this, I want you, and I want to remind you that there are things that I will always be able to do for you my Tsukune. Things that even Kurumu is unable to do."
With that Ling Ling began to give Tsukune the very thing she wanted to give him. She hadn't lied when she said that there were things she could do that not even Kurumu was capable of. One of those was doing this without ever having to take a breath. A succubus was gifted in ways that defied explanation, but even they had to obey simple natural laws that were in place to ensure that they continued their existence. Ling Ling was not bound by such laws.
She looked up at her Tsukune and batted her eyes coyishly. The action caused him to tense, and she was rewarded for her efforts. She pulled back, kissing one of her favorite bits of his anatomy, and then she slowly stood. In truth, he was like a drug to her. She craved him the same as the addicts craved their next fix. This was what it was to be in love, and she couldn't understand how Moka could throw it away.
Was her pride so fragile that the mere idea of compromising couldn't be achieved? She didn't know, and personally she didn't care. Tsukune was her lover now, and more to the point he was with her. In this city they could fit in. Honestly, Ria had a point about making the city into a place where humans and monsters could live together. Which, that was another thing. She wasn't going to stop Ria from attempting to seduce Tsukune. She wasn't because she understood what it was like to love someone like him.
She would stop her from hurting him. Here in their new home she was more than powerful enough to deal with her. Outside of their home she could use the dimensional sword if needed. There were multiple ways she could deal with Ria, and all of them would be fatal to the vampiress. But if she wanted to torment Moka and cast her into despair then she needed to do the one thing that had to be done.
She had to get Moka to willingly leave Tsukune's protection. The moment that happened she could care less of what happened to the woman that broke her beloved Tsukune's heart. She could wallow in the filth she created for herself for all time, and it would not matter to her. Instead she leaned against Tsukune, allowing her back to press against his front. She could lean against him while facing him, but she did this for him.
A moment later she felt his hands on her stomach. The strong and steady hands that she had come to love. They gently held her against him, and she smiled. Grabbing her head she turned it to face him, something that would kill a normal woman, and she smiled as she leaned back further to kiss him. He returned the kiss and the two of them stayed in that moment. She felt his hands move up, gently tickling under her breasts.
"Do you want to stay here Tsukune?" she asked, her voice sounding hopeful, "We can relocate your parents, other family, it wouldn't be difficult. I would gladly give them residence here."
There was a pause, and she knew that he was actually considering it, "I like this city," he admitted after a moment, "It feels good, but I can't stay here."
She sighed as she leaned against him, "I don't want to make my family move, and besides there's Mizore to consider. Not to mention there's the Witches' Knoll," he said as he continued to hold her, "It doesn't mean that I won't be coming here to spend time though."
She smiled, it was a small victory, but a victory none the less, "I'm glad to hear that," she replied as they stood together, "Tsukune, thank you."
There was silence, and she hoped that he understood why she was thanking him. It wasn't just the fact that she was able to do things for him, but the fact that he accepted her. She wasn't just a tryst. She wasn't merely a bed partner to him. She was treated just like the others that loved him, and she loved it. She loved the fact that she was desired, adored, and treated as such.
"You're welcome," he replied before kissing her again. The kiss was brief, "Ling Ling, I might not have liked everything you tried to do, but I understand it. And besides, you've been nothing but loyal."
She smiled, her hands moved up and turned her head back around. She stepped forward a bit, and then turned to face him, "And I always will be," she said as she looked at him, "Tsukune, there is one thing I will never do, and that is I will never keep my heart from you."
She sighed and then touched his chest, "I am afraid however that I must start to set things into motion," she said before she looked at him, "Do you mind to walk with me to my office?"
He shook his head, and together they moved toward the stairwell. It didn't take long to get up the stairs. Once they were in front of her office she opened the door and hopped inside. Her movements were still more fluid, less jerky, but the fact remained that there were parts of here that would forever be a little stiff. She took a seat and he watched as she began to work at her computer.
"So, what are you getting into motion?" he asked as she began to work, "I'm guessing that it had to deal with what happened outside, right?"
She nodded, "It has everything to do with that," she replied as she began to type furiously, "I plan on ensuring that the ones that orchestrated it will end up getting exactly what they deserve."
She looked up at him, "Tsukune, I won't ask you to become part of this," she said simply, "Because this is a step into the darkness that I believe you are not ready for. This is dealing with an organization that is just as dangerous as any of us, but if you wish to help I won't stop you."
He looked at her, "What would you want me to do?"
She smiled, "Mostly, to be available to go to possible meetings with me. I would help make sure that you look the part, there is no worry about that, but mostly you would be there to help ensure that things remain civil."
She could see the way that he was looking at her, and a gentle smile crossed the Jiang Shi's lips. She shook her head, "It is not something that you have to do, nor is something that I will protest if you do not wish to do it," she said simply, "I know that they do not know who you are, and they do not know what you are. I would not ask you to attack them without just cause."
He looked at her after a moment, "You're thinking that there will end up being violence."
She nodded, "Oh, my Tsukune, I know that there will be violence. What is coming will prick the ego of man that believes himself to be nearly untouchable," she said with a small smile, "Of course that will come later."
She stood after entering the last few lines in the information that had been sent to her. Information that was more than enough to help set up the downfall for Mr. Chang. She didn't fault Rock for his decision to take the man down. His own pride had been wounded, but the other reason was that Chang was too much of an opportunist. He sought out for money and power, and he attempted to do things to weaken the other syndicates enough that they would fall.
It was a game he was playing, and one that he apparently believed he could win. A game that he was trying to have end with his branch of the triads being the only ones standing. Such a thing was foolish in and of itself. Getting the various criminal syndicates together could be possible, but it wouldn't be something that could just be done. It had to be done carefully, and she understood that he likely didn't have the patience for that.
"What would I need to do if I go?"
She smiled at him, "First, we would need to dress you as the part," she said as she led him toward a closet. There she opened it revealing various suits of clothes. All of it designer, "And I happen to have that covered. The second part is to help you look like someone that is ready to deal with all trouble."
She smiled softly at him, "That I'm afraid is something that you will have to work on. I love how kind you are, and I love how well you treat those around you. There seems to be no end to the deep well of kindness that is you," she said softly as she moved toward him and touched his chest, "That said, your kindness would be viewed as a weakness here. I know that it is not. For Kindness is the mark of a great man."
She could see the hesitation in his eyes, and she shook her head, "Tsukune, I know that you've had lessons recently to the contrary. I know the things that have happened," she said softly, "I know the lessons the one that originally caught your heart taught you. I am not her, and I will not teach those lessons to you. I speak only the truth that I see. Kindness is not weakness."
She could see the hesitation change. It became something more, something almost primal. She expected this, and she honestly was wanting it. She wanted him to be able to claim her. She often said that since she was dead he had no worry about being rough with her. Not that he was. Most of the time he was gentle. He took time to treat her with respect. It certainly made her desire him more, but there was part of her that wanted him to let himself go.
A small part of her wanted to be wrecked. It was the part of her that wanted danger, that craved the delicious feelings of lust and wanton abandonment for one's comfort. It was almost as if she wanted to take the stance of Asmodeus himself filling her to the very brim with lust and need. Of course she wasn't someone that simply lost themselves to lust and need. She had existed as a pure example of discipline and logic.
The ones that often saw her more emotional side was her brother, her closest friends, and of course Tsukune and those he claimed as lovers. She had opened herself up to them, allowing them to see the more caring part of her. It was something that she kept away from the meetings and business deals within the city. She didn't lie about her views on Kindness. She truly believed that was not a weakness. It often was the one thing that was repaid back with good karma.
But she knew that those that worked within the city saw it differently, and Chang himself would see it as something to be exploited. It was why she was fine with the plan that Rock presented. She was fine with helping to disrupt their trade in the few true money makers they had. The one she was the most fine with was the slave trade. She wasn't foolish enough to believe that there was no slavery. It was an industry that was still going strong. It was one that would remain for ages to come.
It was not a source of income that either they or their cousins engaged in. She was glad to say that Hotel Moscow didn't engage in the slave trade either. She understood that for Balalaika it likely was because she felt that it was dishonorable. It certainly made working with her far better and easier.
Still, that was what was coming, and what was happening was different. She felt the pressing of his lips on her own, She gave into the feeling of rapture as his hands moved toward her shoulders. She felt his wonderful tongue slide across her lips, and then the small feeling of his fang as it gently pressed against her lower lip. It was barely there, something that only came out when the more animalistic side of him presented itself.
He pulled back and kissed her neck. She moaned softly as he did, "Yes," she said, her demure voice retaining its cultured sound, "Yes, please Tsukune, please."
She felt his hands move the shoulders of her dress down, and she understood that this dress was doomed to be sent to a tailor. She liked it, but she wouldn't complain. She asked for this, she practically begged for it. The two thousand US dollar dress, an original made by Vera Wang, found itself being ripped in half as it was removed from her body. She felt him lift her, and she didn't argue. Again, she had begged for this. She had practically begged him to be rough with her.
He laid her on the desk she had been working out, being mindful of her computer, and instead she was laid where the laptop hadn't been. She felt him move her legs, step forward, and then instead of the intense dicking, as Revy called it, she felt a barely present nudge.
"I don't know," he whispered, his voice husky, "I'm not sure that you need this."
Her eyes widened at his teasing. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't conceive that he'd do this to her. She didn't think that he would tease her, that he'd treat her like this, "Please," she asked, her voice barely a whisper, "Please Tsukune, please I need it, I want you, please."
He stood over her, and she understood exactly what this was. He wasn't a domineering person. He didn't take from her like some animal reacting on instinct. He was teasing her because she wanted that. He was giving her exactly what she wanted and she both loved and hated it. She wanted him to take her, but she wanted this game.
"Are you sure you need this?"
"Yes," she said, her voice still demure, but more confident, "I need this, I need you."
With that she felt the first real thrust. Had she been alive it would have been far more painful. With a single thrust he was fully inside of her. With that single movement he had all but entered her womb. How she wished that her grandfather would have given her the ability to conceive. How she wished that she could, because she desperately wanted to have his children. Instead she would reside herself to helping with the raising of the other's children. She would accept them as her own, and she would give them all places here.
She would do all of that, but first she would enjoy what was being given to her. She let out a throaty moan as she was taken. Her subordinate was being cared for, Chang's associates were dead, and soon Chang would join them. The world was heading exactly where she wanted it to, and all was good.