Summary: Lars lusts for his niece and takes advantage of her while she slumbers. (Lars x Asuka)

Warnings: Somnophilia, Noncon Touching, Obsessive Behavior

Lars was a bad man; a soldier unworthy of his ranks. He shouldn't be acting this way around her, but intrusive thoughts compel him to when he looks upon her figure. She's vivacious, sumptuous and untouchable like forbidden fruit. She was not only far too young for him but also his niece through his brother's marriage to her aunt. Asuka was family to him as he was to her, but his lust corrupted the love he held for her. In her youth, Lars would've never dared to set her sights on her, but now, as she enters her third year of high school, Lars can't help himself. She's becoming a woman befitting his tastes, and it takes great willpower not to give in to his vices. Instead, he dotes on her when she visits the Mishima manor, often plying her with expensive gifts and good cooking in hopes of quelling his desires. Asuka is none the wiser and accepts his presents with open arms, rewarding Lars with hugs and kisses that he cherishes greatly and takes to bed with him. There have been many a night where he lays beneath his sheets, fondling his cock as he reflects on the plushness of her breasts on his chest and the pillowy thighs obscured by the skirts of her uniform. Lars, indeed, was a man bewitched; cursed to fiend for his gorgeous niece until the day he died.

A wretched fate for a wretched man...

He wonders if the men in his family have ever noticed his staring, noticed the way his bright eyes danced across Asuka's backside when she bent over, or how his teeth gnawed into his lip when she paraded around the manor in her training clothes. They'd be fools not to, or maybe they don't say anything; he wouldn't be surprised if they felt the same way. It would offset at least some of the guilt if it were true.

Lars was content with silently dealing with his dilemma at least for the time being, often alleviating himself with his hand when he had the time. He was able to control himself to a degree when he was around her, but the situation his family had inadvertently put him in made him incredibly unstable. Asuka was spending her Summer vacation at the manor this year like she always did, and, as if the fates themselves held a grudge against him, Lars was left alone with her for the day. Chaolan, Kazuya, and Heihachi were out of town on business for their respective companies while Jin and Jun spent their time at a local festival. Asuka would've gone as well, but she was, unfortunately, suffering from cramps from an upcoming menstrual cycle and retired to the living room couch for the evening, watching TV before eventually falling asleep. Lars had intentions to avoid her until Jun and Jin came home to keep himself from misbehaving, but he made the fatal error of walking into the entertainment room while she was still in there. His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes drank in the sight of his precious niece on her back, sleeping the afternoon away in powder blue boy shorts and a thin white camisole, stretched to its limit by big breasts and stiff nipples. Lars immediately grew hard at the sight despite instinct pleading with him to leave her alone, but it was too hard not to, not when she was laying there practically asking to be ogled at.

Lars edged towards Asuka's sleeping body, cheeks burning and pupils dilating when he found himself standing over her. She's so pretty it hurts. If she weren't his nephew's cousin, he would have since made his move on her. It would be so easy, too; all he'd have to do is lavish her with gifts, kiss her, play with her, and give her a few children. God, just thinking about her pregnant with his little ones is enough to make him hard.

Against his better judgment, Lars lifts a trembling hand over Asuka's breast and holds it gently within his palm, kneading it with care, cock swelling within his underwear when he feels her nipple harden beneath his fingers. He tells himself he'll only touch her once, just a few passes over her neck and chest, but of course, he isn't able to do just that. It's impossible for Lars to show restraint when it concerns her, so he lifts her shirt over her chest and pulls out his erection over his jeans.

"Raring..." The older man whispered out as he pinched Asuka's nipple. "Sweet raring..."

Asuka doesn't react to him much which encourages Lars to continue. While gripping his great big cock in his left hand, Lars holds Asuka's breast in his other, working himself to full stiffness as he kneaded her tit. It's so soft and yet so heavy, patterned with pale crossing veins that work hard to keep them as big as they are. Lars traces his thumb over one that leads straight to her nipple before thumbing the dimpled flesh that circles it. So sumptuous, so delectable. He's always loved her breasts best, loved how they bounced in her sports bra and the lurid way her nipples would poke out from her tops. The thought of even being rewarded the opportunity to hold one was already intense enough. With Asuka laying here unconscious, at his mercy, Lars was overcome with an uncontrollable, carnal urge to indulge himself further.

Lars swallows thickly as he climbs over Asuka's body, eyes set on the valley of her breasts. With his cock in hand, Lars settles himself on Asuka's stomach as he guides his manhood to her tits, length throbbing like a living being as its immense thickness buries itself into her cleavage. Asuka groans a little at that while Lars nearly keels over, overwhelmed by the velvety hold his niece's breasts had on him. They feel exquisite, like nothing he could have ever hoped to conjure up in his dreams. They were so warm, so firm, sobig; when Lars held them against his shaft they very nearly swallowed him whole, only allowing the crown end of his shaft to be exposed. It just barely scrapes the edge of her chin, and Lars briefly wonders how pretty she'd look sucking on the tip as he ravished her body, using her breasts like toys for him to play with.

Lars sighs dreamily as he moves his hips forward. He's careful not to jostle her body with his weight and focuses his thrusts on her cleavage, tweaking stiff peaks as he gathered saliva in his mouth that he spits on his cock to make the glide easier. He starts with weak pumps of his hips, barely enough to stimulate, but his racing thoughts elicit tingles that ride down his spine and go straight to his cock. Asuka was under him, unaware, completely ignorant of his love for her, which is shown in the thrum of his prick and the desperation in his eyes. He could never show this side of himself to her while she's awake, but when she's slumbering, perhaps Lars could stand to let himself go. He just has to be careful is all...

Asuka writhes a little under Lars' weight, groaning when her uncle picks up his pace. She turns her head to his right and furrows her brows, either from discomfort or stimulation. Lars isn't entirely sure, but doesn't reflect on it long. Lars feels his stomach burn and loins draw into his body soon after, the rapid climb of his incoming release making him sputter. To come so quickly was not something that happened to Lars, not since he was a teenager, so to feel himself losing his stamina so suddenly took the air out of his lungs. If this girl knew the power she held over him, Lars would be a dead man walking.

Still, guilt swells in his chest once he reaches his peak, woeful pleas falling off his lips as he finishes all over Asuka's neck and chin.

"I'm sorry, love..." He grunts out. "I'm so sorry..."

Asuka doesn't respond, just lays there and flinches when his load splatters across her skin. Lars keeps pumping his cock into her breasts despite his shame, riding an orgasmic high he's never felt before as he burns the image of Asuka's face, drenched with his come, into his head for future use. Goddamn him; even in his guilt he can't help but pervert her.

Lars breathes heavily as he finally lets go of her tits, trembling bridges of spit and semen clinging to her flesh once he's finished with them. Lars has a moment of clarity but doesn't acknowledge it. Instead, he climbs off of Asuka and cleans her with tissue paper he found on a coffee table, taking special care to clean her breasts and nipples before reaching for her lips. They're pink, glossy and parted, and Lars, yet again, pushes his boundaries by kissing those plump lips. He practically swallows her whole as he fucks his tongue into her mouth, damn near licking the front of her throat until he has to force himself to back off. Asuka blushed once it was over while Lars shook his head, righting himself so he could stuff his flaccid member back into his jeans.

Much to his horror and embarrassment, Lars knows this will not be the last time he'll do this to her, knows that he'll want to go further and further until Asuka finds out or until he's buried in the ground. There will be a point where simple molestation progresses to full-blown assault, but rather than look at that pipeline with fear, Lars embraces it with open arms, effectively smothering his guilt. If he can't have Asuka awake, he can only hope to have her in her dreams.