With Bated Breath
By SMYGO4EVA
"Just a little more…" Seto said, his voice gentle yet strained.
Kisara had to endure, and now Seto would endure with her. He faced her, biting his lip as he pressed himself into her, moving surely and at an even tempo.
She grit her teeth, a shaky breath escaping her. Her legs parted, as she was so very filled, with pain and pleasure coalescing.
"You're doing so well for us, my dear."
A voice shattered the illusion of a moment together.
Kisara stilled as another set of hands trailed up her form, rough and callous. Her back was against his against her neck, she couldn't forget his very girth inside her, he smelled of ash and blood.
The Thief King, the man named Bakura…
"I wonder if you've ever envisioned this, Kisara, being taken and fulfilled by the one you love, and by his greatest enemy." Bakura uttered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Leave her be." Seto ordered, as he slowed his movements. "This is all your doing."
Kisara couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh, the ache in her chest lifted by Seto's words.
"Oh come now, you might as well enjoy this, I know that she is." Bakura replied, chuckling as he moved himself within her, and Kisara gasped aloud, shutting her eyes.
"Kisara, focus on me." Seto murmured to her, his hands threading with hers, his touch being her anchor, so she wouldn't go mad from such twisted bliss, from such a dire situation.
She opened her eyes, her vision blurring, but she nodded.
"Oh-oh, all right." Kisara uttered, her voice weary.
The Thief King tilted her face up to his, grinning, and he pressed his lips onto hers.
She found herself surrendering to the moment, as such warmth began to consume her.