Roanapur Nights

A Rosario+Vampire and Black Lagoon Crossover

Chapter 10

Before Rock sex was just sex. Sometimes it was nice enough, but it had about as much meaning as getting a free beer. Actually, more times than not it had less meaning than the free beer. At least the beer was honest in what it was. But after admitting what she felt, and sharing their bed together sex was far more. It was an expression of love, and it was often something beautiful. This wasn't a beautiful time.

Revy had wanted it rough. She wanted it hard and fast, and her Rocky baby had hit everything perfect. She'd heard the pounding and moaning when she first visited Ling Ling, and she hoped that whichever of the harem had caused it took this as a challenge. Because she was going for broke with it all. She had considered allowing him to handcuff her, something she hadn't allowed, ever, but he gently refused. He understood her need to keep some control, and fuck if that didn't make him sexier.

Instead she was laying on her stomach, her hips in the air, and he was buried to the hilt in her ass. She'd been right before, it was different with him. It didn't hurt nearly as bad. Oh, that wasn't to say that she was suddenly an anal slut. Fuck no, she was a respectable wife, bodyguard, and mercenary. But she wanted to experiment, and she found that she didn't hate it. Mostly because he took time to get her used to it. He let her get used to the welcomed guest, and he always started slow.

She grunted as she felt him pull back, and then she let out a low moan as he thrust back into place. Her legs were becoming like jelly, and she was certain that at some point she was just going to collapse. Part of her was glad for the new apartment, and she was even more glad for the fact that there were guards watching over them. She was thankful because Roxy didn't need to hear her mama crying out for her daddy to put it back in.

She certainly didn't need to hear her sounding like a bitch in heat. She grunted with each thrust, and she understood that he could go harder. She knew that there was little that could keep him from completely destroying her if he so chose. Instead he treated her like a treasure, and she loved it. She loved the feeling of being so desired.

"Please," she said, her head turning so she could see him, "Please, wreck me, please Rocky baby, wreck the shit out of me!"

She felt him lift her, and then she felt him pull her up until just the tip was inside of her. A moment later he practically dropped her onto his shaft, and she let out a lustful wail. She couldn't support herself any longer. Her mind was going blank, and he was welcome to just do what he wanted. She wanted him to do what he wanted. She felt him lay her down, she breathed out as he kept her hips up, but he didn't just move to get himself off.

She felt his fingers as he began to pleasure her. He was handing out orgasms like they were candy, and she was greedily taking them. She felt the splash of liquid leave her, and then she felt him as he emptied himself into her bowels. She felt her body practically gobble it up, and after the talk with Ling Ling there was little doubt that it was actually happening.

The amount that he deposited left her feeling full as he slipped out of her. She moaned softly as he laid beside her. Of course she felt him pull her against his chest, and she tried to adjust herself. Still, she could barely move. He'd practically fucked her brains out. She felt his lips on the back of her head, "I love you."

She smiled, truly happy and satisfied, "I love you too," she replied, her voice slightly slurred from the orgasmicd bliss, "Do, do you want another kid?"

The question seemed to come out of nowhere, but instead of just answering her he pulled her slightly tighter, "Only if it is with you," he whispered, "I want them to be like their mother."

She grinned at the answer. Roxy was kind of like her, but she had her father's temperament. She was the best of both of them, "I'm fine if they're like both of us," she whispered, "I've just been thinking, we've got a place where we're safer. I mean it's obvious that we're still living where our bullet could find us, but we're safer."

She breathed out, "I wouldn't mind having another kid, and it might be nice for Shortstack to be a big sister."

She felt him move slightly, "She'd like that," he admitted, "And I know she'd be good with them. Would you be okay with going through the pregnancy again?"

She laughed at the question, "I get that I was kind of a bitch, but it wasn't that bad, and I think that it would be good."

\There was a slight kiss on her neck, "Then I'm fine with us trying for a second," he said, "And I don't care if it is a boy or girl."

She laughed, "Oh, I want a little boy," she whispered, "I'm fine with another girl, but I want a little boy. A regular mama's boy, you know, someone that wants to hang around me all of the time. Let him drive me absolutely batshit insane with the constant questions, and then when he's old enough to date let his girlfriend know exactly where the fuck she stands."

He laughed, the sound made her feel better, "Already planning on giving them the talk about what's going to happen if they break his heart?"

She nodded, "Yeah, they're going to find that mama isn't the forgiving sort, so they better be good, or end it before it gets too far."

She felt the way he held her, the closeness of it, the gentleness in his hands, and she loved it. She loved that he cared so deeply for her, that he absolutely loved her so deeply and dearly. She bathed gladly in the love and adoration that he gave to her. It didn't change the fact that she would be sore tomorrow. She found herself relaxing, and as she did a stray thought accrued to her. She could possibly enjoy this for the rest of her life, or better yet she could enjoy this for the rest of eternity.

After all, what was there really to becoming a monster? She already was one. Granted, her Rocky Baby didn't think she was, but it wouldn't be the first time he was wrong. Maybe there was something to the fact that she felt so at home with the Huang Family. Her eyes began to close, and she felt sleep fully take her.

As her dreams began a man left Hotel Moscow and began to head toward a private airfield. His entire mission was simple. Taking the reports, stories, and information available he was to travel to their homeland, and there he was to find an ancient witch that was legend among them all. He was to invite her back to Roanapur, and he was to extend every courtesy. He understood that this mission could be suicide, and yet he didn't back down.

For him it was an invitation that promised the most honorable of deaths. Moving he boarded the smuggler's vehicle that would transport him to the frozen north where she was believed to reside. Boarding the small two engine plane he took a seat, opened the file, and looked at the records that had been collected.

"So, feeling homesick?" the voice of an American asked, "I mean doesn't matter to me, a paycheck's a paycheck, but figured a little small talk wouldn't hurt."

He looked at the pilot. Unlike many of his countrymen that came to Roanapur Mr. Daniels wasn't a fool. He didn't act with the kind of arrogance that many of his fellow Americans had, especially those that belonged to American Criminal syndicates. So far he'd lived in Roanapur for three years, and in that time he'd gained a reputation for being able to smuggle things by air, without any real question, for a decent price.

"Perhaps," he said as he closed the file, "Tell me, do you know any stories of monsters?"

Daniels laughed as the plane took off, "Buddy, I'm from West Virginia," he said as the plane began to climb, "The one thing we've got in spades in the Apachia mountains are monsters. The worst of which is the Wendigos. Those things are as dangerous as they get."

The old twin engine Bonzai began to climb higher as it was coaxed by its pilot, "A buddy of mine that came from Brazil went missing in those mountains. Last I heard he swore that he was going to prove that the monsters there weren't anything to worry about," he said as the plane began to even out, "Damn shame, he was decent sort, so, why the interest?"

The man sitting behind him grinned, "I was curious about the man I was traveling with, that is all."

Daniels nodded, "Understand," he replied as they flew toward their destination, "Just to let you know ahead of time I'll be stopping at a couple of islands on the way. They're old bases left over from World War II, and for the most part they've become home to some pirates that I've got a deal with. Mostly I get to stop and fuel up, and sometimes I have to transport some of their goods out for them. I've already done that this month, so most likely it'll just be fuel."

He nodded, "Understand, I do not mind if we transport goods."

He watched as Daniels grinned, "Sounds good," he replied as they flew, "Still, wanted you to know before we got too far. Shouldn't be an issue, most of them don't ask questions, and that suits my business just fine."

Listening he leaned back as the twin engine Bonzai flew toward the destination that they were heading. A normal flight would just over six and a half hours, but of course this was not a normal flight. This wasn't a commercial airliner, and Daniels wasn't a run of the mill commercial pilot. This was an aircraft that was used to smuggle illegal goods. However he was certain that they would arrive within ten to twelve hours. He lifted the files again and looked at them.

The information contained within them was much the same as was to be expected. Baba Yaga was noted as being ancient. If the legends were true then she was easily well past four centuries old. Of course he had no idea how old witches could live, but there were stories of those that abandoned their humanity and became the undead. Perhaps that was what had happened to her. He looked at the ancient stories of how she would find those lost in the tundra and take them back. Stories of how she would cook the meat off of their bones, making a soup of them that she would feed to her sisters.

Those stories of her were mostly tales told by people who wanted to scare their children away from venturing out on the tundra alone. He took no stock in them. But, the fact that people had disappeared from camps with others around them, to suddenly be there and then gone, that gained his attention. The dates that he saw seemed to be in intervals of roughly ten to fifteen years. It was almost always the same, and it almost always seemed to be the same kind of situations.

Young men, roughly the ages of eighteen to twenty-six would disappear when camping down with others. No sign of struggle, no sign of forced entry, nothing but an empty shelter, abandoned bed rolls, and abandoned supplies. There would be a report, but more often than not it would be given only a token investigation. The official cause of death would be lost in wilderness and animal attacks.

He felt that some may have fallen victim to the beasts that lived out there, but more likely simply disappeared completely for different reasons. Those he felt were the result of Baba Yaga. The timeline showed that it was roughly thirteen years since the last person went missing. Thus, it was a perfect time to discover what had been happening. He put the files away, stowing them in the small briefcase he had taken, and looked out the window. The ocean laid beneath them, the sky above, and his comrades remained behind him.

"Say, do you mind if I play some music?"

He shook his head, "No, go ahead,"

For a moment there was static, and then he heard a melody that he barely recognized. The sound caught his attention as the words began.

"Almost heaven, West Virginia, blue ridge mountain, Shenandoah River," the radio played as the music filled the plane.

"Hell, maybe that's a mistake."

"Why?" he asked Daniels, "Why is it a mistake?"

There was quiet for a moment, "Well, not sure if you've seen it or not, but there's a movie that came out a while back called Final Destination. Everytime John Denver played in the movie, some idiot ended up dying. Maybe it's just superstition, but I'd rather not meet the reaper just yet."

He laughed, the sound a barrel laugh that hung in the plane for a moment, "Da, if the reaper comes, he comes," he said, his posture not quite relaxed, but not poised to attack either, "Let him find us unafraid."

Daniels gave him a smile, "I like you buddy," he said as he flew, "Tell you what, how about I buy you a drink after we get back. Toast to new acquaintances. Hell, maybe friends eventually."

"Da, that would be good."

He grinned, "Well then, might as well fully introduce myself. Chuck Daniels formerly of West Virginia, former Army Ranger, and current mercenary and smuggler living in Roanapur. Pleased to meet you."

He grinned at him, "Boris, it is a pleasure."

He nodded, "Good to meet you Boris. Let's plan on getting that drink then. I'll be hanging around the airfield at our destination for six days. That's what I was told to do, and honestly, the money is good enough I'm not going to ask questions. That said, I was also told that you might have some company. Again, I'm not asking questions. If you do I have a friend that's already gotten the papers needed ready for your boss."

"Da, I saw them, they look official."

Daniels laughed, "Because they are," he said with a slight grin, "Lee works in the embassy, and pushed the paperwork through. Full health records and the works. Again, I don't know and I don't want to know about whoever it is that you're flying back, but the kind of scratch that's being spent tells me that they're important. So, you've got my word that they will be treated with respect while on the plane."

Boris nodded, and looked around again, "Good, it is good to know that you are a professional."

He saw Daniels laugh, "Yeah, I'm not like those boys that come in from the gangs in the states. Sure, the guys in New York are more often than not a piece of work, but there's a damn good many of them that don't know the way things work in Roanapur," he said as he shook his head, "They're the ones that find their bullet pretty damn quick."

Boris nodded, for once it was a trip that wouldn't be too much of a problem. It was indeed nice to be flying with someone that actually knew how to be a professional, and it was good to know that things were arranged. He listened to the sound of the engines as the twin engine continued its flight. Within a couple of hours they would be landing. From there they would be heading back out again.

This trip would not even register on the attention of those that were monitoring the skies, and he felt somewhat at ease. He took a moment, studied the sight of the ocean again, and then let his mind wander. As he traveled another began to make arrangements of their own. She didn't pretend to not be interested. She wasn't going to be aloof, but rather she enjoyed the idea that she would again be meeting with Fang Fang Huang.

Cassandra looked at her current clothes. The dark robes were worn most often at her ancestral home, but she wanted to look different. She looked up when the door opened and noticed that it was not her brother's wife, nor was it Roxy. It was instead the undead sorceress of the Huang family, "My, I can see why he is interested."

She gave a slight bow, "Thank you for permitting me to share my brother's home with him."

The Jiang Shi smiled at her as she hopped closer, "Fang Fang has not been this interested since he had hopes of seeing Yukari Sendo," she said, a slight smile on her lips, "I do hope that his interest and excitement are not misplaced."

Cassandra understood the question. She already knew that Ling Ling Huang was a sorceress that was not to be crossed. She understood her abilities, and her power, and she had no intention of upsetting her, "The interest is shared," she replied, before she looked at her clothes, "Which, I ask that you forgive my possibly perceived rudeness, but where may I procure other clothing? I believe that my current outfit would not fit what we may do."

Ling Ling studied her, and then the undead sorceress seemed to smile brightly, "There is a wonderful shop, one that we have business with. I believe we could find you something there."