"Class, we have a new student. It's past the class adding period, but he really wants to join this class. Welcome-"
Your phone buzzes and you look down. 'New text message from: Joe'
God, he just won't stop! I like flirting with him and all, but give me some space, dammit! You think to yourself. You open the text message.
"Hey. What's up. Just wonderin' what you're doing the rest of today. Movies? Park? L-" Your cellphone is suddenly knocked out of your hand and onto the ground as a leg hits your arm. You are annoyed and glance up to glare angrily at the perpetrator, but then pause in looking up and stare, mouth open.
He stood in front of you, a slight curl to his lips, his tousled brown hair curling around the nape of his neck, those light hazel eyes twinkling with humor, those broad shoulders covered in a tight black tee that fit his body like black liquid cloth taking up the entire space of the room (it seems like)... that cute dimple on the left side of his mouth.... his entire body bathed in light....
oh wait, that's just the sunlight coming in from the windows...
"You know, you're not supposed to text in class... Ms. C." His voice, a beautiful stream of syllables, has a trace of a foreign accent. He continues walking.
Your face turns a bright red, in embarrassment and anger, before realizing that he knew your name. Awkwardly picking up your phone, you mentally curse that man, a beautiful angel with the soul of the devil.
As class ends, you open your text messages and finish Joe's message. "-et's meet tonight. I have something urgent I want to show you." Just as you finish reading, another text message from him shows up. "Did you get my last message? Let's meet. It's urgent. 10 p.m.?"
You get even more annoyed, but are slightly intrigued by the urgency of his texts. What's happened? You reply 'Ok, park?" You get an immediate "Yes, 10 p.m. Be there alone."
Blinking as the sunlight hits your face as you exit the building, you walk to the parking lot, keys in hand and cell phone in the other, with your bookbag slung over your shoulder. Aside from the five cars in the parking lot, one of which is yours, you see a red Suzuki motorbike, shiny, new, and expensive. Feeling envious of whoever owned that, you walk closer and around, your eyes taking in the black and heavy wheels, the custom-designed flames on the sides, the-
"Like it, hm?" You jerk around, only to see Mr.Sexy walk up behind you, hands tucked in the pockets of black leather pants. "She is a beauty, amour de ma vie. Unless, of course, someone else comes along." He winks at you. "Of course, if I was driving your piece of shit, I'd want something like this too." A car drives away.
It took a moment for the insult to sink in. "...What?" You begin to suspect he would cause nothing but anger. Two students, laughing, get into another car and roars towards the road.
"Honestly, it might just randomly break down in the middle of the freeway, be easy to break into since it doesn't even have a decent security system... un gaspillage horrible d'argent. Yes, a waste of money." You stare at him in distaste and was about to rip his hide off until he says, "I'll trade my baby here," he touches the seat of the Suzuki, "for your ride."
"Excuse me? Don't insult me!" You stride angrily away from him. In the corner of your eye, you see another Toyota leaving the parking lot.
"Hey, I'm completely honest! I want... the American lifestyle... try it at least once, I guess." You hear running footsteps and just when you have your car door open, he slams it shut. "Mon chéri, I am absolutely honest." Under his breath, he mutters, "Time is running out..." His eyes turn to the last car driving away, black exhaust coming from the rear.
"What?"
Forcing a smile, he says, "Nothing..." His hand reaches for his backpocket, and takes out his wallet. "Will money help?"
You being to say "Fuck no. Get the hell away from me," but before you could finish, he took a white cloth from his wallet and placed it on your nose. You try to tear his hand away, but he's much stronger than you are, and as your consciousness slips, you hear him say "...five-three-oh. Oui. Roger that."
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You wake up, eyes bleary and mouth dry, wanting to rub your eyes, but discover that your hands are tied to a metal bar attached to the ceiling. Your feet barely touch the floor, and the room is so cold you feel the goosebumps on your skin. You look down. Whew. Clothing is still attached, except for your shoes.
Before you think of anything else, the door opens. "...no, what?! Four hours left? Damn it." It's his voice. You see him and turn your face towards him, as you start to speak. "What the fuck are you doing?!? This is against the goddamn law, you bastard!"
He turns toward you, and you hate yourself for feeling a tingling in your belly, as if those eyes look into your soul. His black attire is still the same- black tee, black leather pants, black boots, but now the large, entwining tattoo on his right bicep is visible, twisting and turning like a moving shadow as he unconsciously flexes. From his hip he takes out his pistol and lays it on the table.
"Ms. C, you're awake. Don't bother to scream. It's soundproof." He walks towards you. "Do you know where you are?"
You ignore his question. "Who are you? How dare you do this! My family will come after you! And what'd you do to my car? And aren't you a goddamn student?"
He picks up something from the table. You realize that it's your cellphone. "The French military recognizes your alliance with the VioletStar, and its founder. We have US aid in pursuing our target and expect your full cooperation, if you want to leave this military compound."
You narrow your eyes in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? VioletStar? That's the stupidest name I've ever heard."
"But you've had contacts, many contacts, with their leader." He opens your text messages. "Most recently, from this afternoon. Meeting at 10, huh? Would you like to explain what will be going on? Mayhaps a terrorist attack in Los Angeles? A long range attack to Fort Worth?" He glares at you. You glare right back.
"J is of no concern to you. He's no leader, and you're talking a terrorist group? Ha. Good luck with that." You pause. "And don't you know that it's wrong to invade a person's privacy?"
He ignores you yet again. "J is known as a mastermind. He has skilled plastic surgeons and medical aid in whatever he needs. But you know that already." He puts down your cellphone and turns to face you. "Tell me everything you know about what is going to happen."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
He smirks. "So a tough one, huh? He definitely chose the right one." He walks closer, and then turning a lever, raises the floor and the metal bar, so you are eye-level with him. "Tell me everything, and I won't hurt this pretty little face." He looks down. "And this... delectable body."
You start to actually fear for your chastity. "I honestly don't know! Give me a lie detector test and everything! I promise i'm telling the truth."
"Do you know," his index finger lands gently on your cheek, "how many pressure points there are? How many places to cut where you won't bleed too much, but it will take hours and hours to heal?" His hand trails down your neck, and over the curve of your breast. "There's also pain without bruises...." His palm connects with your stomach. "You seem innocent.... I'm guessing you haven't experienced having your nipples clamped, have you?" He shows his teeth in a feral smile.
"I-I truly don't know what you're talking about! I promise with my heart and soul!" You pull at the bindings on your wrists, but to no avail.
He moves his face closer to the side of yours, his breath touching your ear. "Ah, but you don't have a soul, which is why he recruited you..." He laves your earlobe, and bites gently on it, and you fight down a squeak. His tongue trails from your ear to your neck and you feel the relatively sharp edges of his canine teeth on your sensitive neck.
"If only we had more time, I'd get to savor you... All of you..."
"Please, don't..." Your voice comes out soft and weak, your initial fear and arousal combining into one. "I'll do anything you want... just please..."
He pulls away sharply. "You'll tell us everything then?"
You look into his face. "No, i don't know anything! But I'll try to help as much as I can!"
His face turns hard, cold. "Then that's not telling us anything at all." He pulls out a large black shape from the back of his belt. Unsheathing it, he takes out his knife. Your eyes widen beyond your eyesocket capabilities, as you watch the shiny blade come closer.... closer....
He lets you feel the cold metal against your neck, the blade deathly close to your vein. "Do you know," the blade trails up to your cheek, "why we're seeking him so?" All of a sudden, he lifts and drops the blade in front of your face, and you feel the air move. You then hear a ripping sound, and looking down, see your shirt sliced cleanly in two. Before you can scream or voice anything, he walks away, and grabs something from the table.
As he walks closer, you realize it's a ball with two straps to the side. He releases the lever, so you're once again looking at his chest. He walks behind you. You feel his heat, and your heart pounds in fear.
"This is your last chance. Tell us, or you won't be able to." You hear him exhale. "Not until afterwards." Changing to a softer tone, he says by your ear, "C, I don't wanna do this... don't make me do this..."
You shake your head vigorously. "I don't know anything!"
He sighs. "Very well, mon chéri. I hope you won't regret it... I know I won't." He adjusts the gag and ties it behind your head. You realize that your cheeks are wet from your own tears, but did not notice due to your focus on him. After the clip locks, he walks back in front of you, a whole new persona. Gone was the gentleness, the twinkle in the eyes... and instead, is replaced by harshness and a locked jaw and glittery eyes.
"Welcome to your new home, princess." In his hand he held a bottle containing liquid-gel pills.
Before you think of anything else, the door opens. "...no, what?! Four hours left? Damn it." It's his voice. You see him and turn your face towards him, as you start to speak. "What the fuck are you doing?!? This is against the goddamn law, you bastard!"
He turns toward you, and you hate yourself for feeling a tingling in your belly, as if those eyes look into your soul. His black attire is still the same- black tee, black leather pants, black boots, but now the large, entwining tattoo on his right bicep is visible, twisting and turning like a moving shadow as he unconsciously flexes. From his hip he takes out his pistol and lays it on the table.
"Ms. C, you're awake. Don't bother to scream. It's soundproof." He walks towards you. "Do you know where you are?"
You ignore his question. "Who are you? How dare you do this! My family will come after you! And what'd you do to my car? And aren't you a goddamn student?"
He picks up something from the table. You realize that it's your cellphone. "The French military recognizes your alliance with the VioletStar, and its founder. We have US aid in pursuing our target and expect your full cooperation, if you want to leave this military compound."
You narrow your eyes in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? VioletStar? That's the stupidest name I've ever heard."
"But you've had contacts, many contacts, with their leader." He opens your text messages. "Most recently, from this afternoon. Meeting at 10, huh? Would you like to explain what will be going on? Mayhaps a terrorist attack in Los Angeles? A long range attack to Fort Worth?" He glares at you. You glare right back.
"J is of no concern to you. He's no leader, and you're talking a terrorist group? Ha. Good luck with that." You pause. "And don't you know that it's wrong to invade a person's privacy?"
He ignores you yet again. "J is known as a mastermind. He has skilled plastic surgeons and medical aid in whatever he needs. But you know that already." He puts down your cellphone and turns to face you. "Tell me everything you know about what is going to happen."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
He smirks. "So a tough one, huh? He definitely chose the right one." He walks closer, and then turning a lever, raises the floor and the metal bar, so you are eye-level with him. "Tell me everything, and I won't hurt this pretty little face." He looks down. "And this... delectable body."
You start to actually fear for your chastity. "I honestly don't know! Give me a lie detector test and everything! I promise i'm telling the truth."
"Do you know," his index finger lands gently on your cheek, "how many pressure points there are? How many places to cut where you won't bleed too much, but it will take hours and hours to heal?" His hand trails down your neck, and over the curve of your breast. "There's also pain without bruises...." His palm connects with your stomach. "You seem innocent.... I'm guessing you haven't experienced having your nipples clamped, have you?" He shows his teeth in a feral smile.
"I-I truly don't know what you're talking about! I promise with my heart and soul!" You pull at the bindings on your wrists, but to no avail.
He moves his face closer to the side of yours, his breath touching your ear. "Ah, but you don't have a soul, which is why he recruited you..." He laves your earlobe, and bites gently on it, and you fight down a squeak. His tongue trails from your ear to your neck and you feel the relatively sharp edges of his canine teeth on your sensitive neck.
"If only we had more time, I'd get to savor you... All of you..."
"Please, don't..." Your voice comes out soft and weak, your initial fear and arousal combining into one. "I'll do anything you want... just please..."
He pulls away sharply. "You'll tell us everything then?"
You look into his face. "No, i don't know anything! But I'll try to help as much as I can!"
His face turns hard, cold. "Then that's not telling us anything at all." He pulls out a large black shape from the back of his belt. Unsheathing it, he takes out his knife. Your eyes widen beyond your eyesocket capabilities, as you watch the shiny blade come closer.... closer....
He lets you feel the cold metal against your neck, the blade deathly close to your vein. "Do you know," the blade trails up to your cheek, "why we're seeking him so?" All of a sudden, he lifts and drops the blade in front of your face, and you feel the air move. You then hear a ripping sound, and looking down, see your shirt sliced cleanly in two. Before you can scream or voice anything, he walks away, and grabs something from the table.
As he walks closer, you realize it's a ball with two straps to the side. He releases the lever, so you're once again looking at his chest. He walks behind you. You feel his heat, and your heart pounds in fear.
"This is your last chance. Tell us, or you won't be able to." You hear him exhale. "Not until afterwards." Changing to a softer tone, he says by your ear, "C, I don't wanna do this... don't make me do this..."
You shake your head vigorously. "I don't know anything!"
He sighs. "Very well, mon chéri. I hope you won't regret it... I know I won't." He adjusts the gag and ties it behind your head. You realize that your cheeks are wet from your own tears, but did not notice due to your focus on him. After the clip locks, he walks back in front of you, a whole new persona. Gone was the gentleness, the twinkle in the eyes... and instead, is replaced by harshness and a locked jaw and glittery eyes.
"Welcome to your new home, princess." In his hand he held a bottle containing liquid-gel pills.
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A dark-haired man paces back and forth in front of a study room, eyes focused on the ground and mouth pulled tight in a straight line. Running footsteps are heard behind him and he sharply lifts his head, eyes meeting that of a frightened messenger.
"Sir..."
He strides toward the cowering teenager, bunches the front of his shirt in his right hand, and pulls the other man so close their noses are almost touching. "Where is she?"
"Sir, Matt has her."
"EXCUSE ME?" The fury in his eyes almost made the other man pee his pants.
"He got to her before we could intercept her at the light. We lost all track of them after he sped into Palm Springs."
"Where could-" A sneer appeared on his lips as he freed his hand from the shirt. "He only ever goes to one place. Get Ria."
The other man, clearly relieved, salutes.
"Sir..."
He strides toward the cowering teenager, bunches the front of his shirt in his right hand, and pulls the other man so close their noses are almost touching. "Where is she?"
"Sir, Matt has her."
"EXCUSE ME?" The fury in his eyes almost made the other man pee his pants.
"He got to her before we could intercept her at the light. We lost all track of them after he sped into Palm Springs."
"Where could-" A sneer appeared on his lips as he freed his hand from the shirt. "He only ever goes to one place. Get Ria."
The other man, clearly relieved, salutes.
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"Do you know what these are, mon beau bébé?" He takes off the cap of the bottle, and picks out one. You stare at the capsule in his palm then at him, then back at his palm, eyes wide. You shake your head negatively. "These are what we call graines de ciel, the seeds of heaven." He looks at you for another moment, intensely, deeply. All of a sudden you have a flutter of recognition, at that look, but it flies away before you can analyze it.
"Their name comes from their keepsake. Let me show you..." He picks up the capsule between his thumb and forefinger, and presses together. The cap breaks, and out gushes a red liquid, onto his fingers. You are fascinated yet fearful of what will happen, but you just can't resist anymore. Your arms are tired and your neck aches. All you can hope is that someone... anyone.... will come and save you... You stare at him, and again, something in the back of your mind just doesn't seem right.
He walks towards you and you automatically flinch backwards, but don't move at all, as the rope holds you in place. "Come then, let's plant the seeds," he takes your chin in his hand, pulls it down, and holds his fingers with the red liquid under your nose. You hold your breath for a long time, knowing that something must be wrong. You hold. And hold. Your lungs protest painfully. You keep holding. Then, you can't hold anymore, and try to only take a small sniff.
The sweet, fragrant, exotic scent of something ripe touches your nose... then, a wave of heat rushes to your head, making you dizzy. That heat spreads to your neck, you shoulders, your arms... You have a quick intake of breath as the heat reaches your nipples, making them tighten and perk up. It then flows downward.... and then even more...
He sees your glazed over eyes, that flush in your cheeks, and removes his hand from under your nose. "Now we'll see if it truly took effect. He took out his knife and was about to slice through the front of your pants when he suddenly jerks backwards as an object flew in front of his face, right where his head had been. It thuds against the opposite wall.
A black shadow slides along the walls, running so quick you can't follow it with your eyes. Wait, everything is so fast... why is everything moving so fast... Your head tilts lazily to one side, as your thoughts slow to a halt. "Mahmmm."
Your attacker does not move a muscle, as he watches the movement from the corner of his eyes. All of a sudden, another shadow appears from the doorway, and this time, he could not dodge the throwing star as it cuts his left bicep, leaving a trail of blood to where it embeds in the wall.
"Ria," he calls out, "I didn't know you worked with partners now."
The first shadow crouches down and blends in with the shadows of the room. A feminine voice calls out "No, Matt, I've always had partners. I just didn't want to be yours." A blur passed in front of the attacker's eyes as a black masked, black clothed figure rushed at him, a long thin knife pressed at his throat. He backs up and the other keeps pushing, until he was pressed against the wall. The other shadow moved into the light. He untied the bindings that held C, and her entire body fell on his shoulder, like a wet noodle.
"How dare you. You know she has nothing to do with VioletStar." The knife pressed deeper into his neck, causeing a thin line of blood to appear. "What'd you do to her?"
Instead of being intimidated by the pain and visible threat, he grinned. "Oh, but she has everything to do with me... I will have her willing and begging using any method possible." A thoughtful look entered his face. "Remember the seed?"
A tense silence followed. "Shit." Her hand relaxed a little in surprise and he used that moment of weakness to take his knife, switched positions by pushing her to the wall, and sliced through her mask. Her face is revealed, right before a thin line of blood appears on her cheek, where he cut through her mask. She doesn't flinch.
"You remember the seed, don't you?" Her eyelids moved. "In fact, it's what caused you to become a mercenary. Don't you remember your initiation? it was in a room similar to this-" She takes her knife and slices his left bicep and as he flinches, jerks away, her eyes narrowed.
"Z, let's go." They move quickly towards the door, but before they could leave, two figures walk through the door. Ria assumes an attack-crouch position, knife in hand, but as her eyes saw the face of the leading man, her entire body weakens, and her hand loosens around the knife. Z sees this and harshly murmurs, "Ri, don't."
"Did you think you were going to get away?" Matt's voice was filled with light-heartedness as he slowly walked towards the escaping trio. With two in front and one from the back, there is no possible way to escape with all three....
Ria doesn't take her eyes off the two individuals in front of her as she murmurs quietly, "Z, leave C to me. Go initiate Vio." Z hesitates before nodding slightly, and lays C gently on the ground. Without needing to count, without any preemption, the two of them fly into motion at the same time, Z attacking the front two and Ria parrying Matt. Blades meet and clash. The entire room is in a blur.
Suddenly, from the floor, you regain your senses, but your muscles won't budge. You try to speak, but cannot hear yourself over the clanging in the room. You try sliding along the floor, but your legs won't move. A shadow descends on you, and you slowly lift your head up. It's your attacker. He shows his teeth. "La princesse is awake. Let's have some more fun while your friend over there is distracted." You move your gaze to the center of the room, where two black-clothed figures are fighting two grey-clothed figures.
He turns you on your back, hand sliding down your torso, in between your breasts, on your stomach, and ends on the apex of your thighs. He initially goes to take your pants off, then decides better of it, and pulls out his knife, cuts out the center of the jeans in between the legs, and peels it open. After sheathing his knife again, he leans over you, his manly scent overwhelming your already sensitive senses. Your nipples press against your bra... it's so uncomfortable, for some reason. As if reading your thoughts, he grins.
"Shall we let them free?" You shake you head no, but he clasps your hands above your head, while his other hand pulls up your white bra. He stares at your chest for a moment, and then lowers his head. At the first swipe of his tongue on flesh already aroused by the pill, you arch your back involuntarily, and suppress a moan. He sucks, nibbles, and teasingly licks your right nipple, then your left. The cold air of the room on the tips combined with the wetness of his mouth heightens the senation.
The hand not holding yours leaves your breast area and moves down. At your stomach, he lightly caresses the skin there, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, in circles, as if savoring the feel of such soft skin. Your breath comes in harder, and you finally manage to say, "No... people..." He lifts his mouth from your right breast and you feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "Oh, don't you worry about that. They're taken care of." He goes back to sucking on your nipples, his tongue encircling the tip, as he blows air onto them, causing them to strain even more.
His other hand then moves lower, caressing back and forth the skin right above your womanhood but not there yet. The strange feel of cold air in between your legs contrasts sharply with the warmth of your jeans covering your legs. His fingers move lower... lower...
Just as he was above to touch your most sensitive skin, a voice calls, "Matt, let's go. They know where we are. J is no doubt sending reinforcements as we speak."
Matt pauses, then sighs. He pulls down your bra, and seeing that it's not enough, takes off his shirt and puts it on you. It is long enough that it covers you all the way down to the middle of your thighs. He carries you back onto your feet, and you wobble a bit.
There are three other people besides you in the room. One is standing at the door, a gash in the stomach area, and two others still fighting. You recall a fourth person sometime, untying you... no, you think, I must've been dreaming. Your eyes focus on two figures in the middle of the room, still locked in combat. Sweat drips from their faces as they push their knives together again and again.
"...what, Ria, you don't remember me?"
"...."
"You can't say you didn't enjoy our time... together... can you? I believe you were all over my fingers."
"..."
You call out "R-" but Matt clamps his hand over your mouth, and looks down at you.
"They have their own problems. We have to find a place to... deal with ours." He presses his body against you, and you feel something poking at your hip.
Maybe it's the proximity, maybe it's his scent, most likely it's that capsule... but you shiver in anticipation as you follow the guidance of his hand on your lower back.
"Their name comes from their keepsake. Let me show you..." He picks up the capsule between his thumb and forefinger, and presses together. The cap breaks, and out gushes a red liquid, onto his fingers. You are fascinated yet fearful of what will happen, but you just can't resist anymore. Your arms are tired and your neck aches. All you can hope is that someone... anyone.... will come and save you... You stare at him, and again, something in the back of your mind just doesn't seem right.
He walks towards you and you automatically flinch backwards, but don't move at all, as the rope holds you in place. "Come then, let's plant the seeds," he takes your chin in his hand, pulls it down, and holds his fingers with the red liquid under your nose. You hold your breath for a long time, knowing that something must be wrong. You hold. And hold. Your lungs protest painfully. You keep holding. Then, you can't hold anymore, and try to only take a small sniff.
The sweet, fragrant, exotic scent of something ripe touches your nose... then, a wave of heat rushes to your head, making you dizzy. That heat spreads to your neck, you shoulders, your arms... You have a quick intake of breath as the heat reaches your nipples, making them tighten and perk up. It then flows downward.... and then even more...
He sees your glazed over eyes, that flush in your cheeks, and removes his hand from under your nose. "Now we'll see if it truly took effect. He took out his knife and was about to slice through the front of your pants when he suddenly jerks backwards as an object flew in front of his face, right where his head had been. It thuds against the opposite wall.
A black shadow slides along the walls, running so quick you can't follow it with your eyes. Wait, everything is so fast... why is everything moving so fast... Your head tilts lazily to one side, as your thoughts slow to a halt. "Mahmmm."
Your attacker does not move a muscle, as he watches the movement from the corner of his eyes. All of a sudden, another shadow appears from the doorway, and this time, he could not dodge the throwing star as it cuts his left bicep, leaving a trail of blood to where it embeds in the wall.
"Ria," he calls out, "I didn't know you worked with partners now."
The first shadow crouches down and blends in with the shadows of the room. A feminine voice calls out "No, Matt, I've always had partners. I just didn't want to be yours." A blur passed in front of the attacker's eyes as a black masked, black clothed figure rushed at him, a long thin knife pressed at his throat. He backs up and the other keeps pushing, until he was pressed against the wall. The other shadow moved into the light. He untied the bindings that held C, and her entire body fell on his shoulder, like a wet noodle.
"How dare you. You know she has nothing to do with VioletStar." The knife pressed deeper into his neck, causeing a thin line of blood to appear. "What'd you do to her?"
Instead of being intimidated by the pain and visible threat, he grinned. "Oh, but she has everything to do with me... I will have her willing and begging using any method possible." A thoughtful look entered his face. "Remember the seed?"
A tense silence followed. "Shit." Her hand relaxed a little in surprise and he used that moment of weakness to take his knife, switched positions by pushing her to the wall, and sliced through her mask. Her face is revealed, right before a thin line of blood appears on her cheek, where he cut through her mask. She doesn't flinch.
"You remember the seed, don't you?" Her eyelids moved. "In fact, it's what caused you to become a mercenary. Don't you remember your initiation? it was in a room similar to this-" She takes her knife and slices his left bicep and as he flinches, jerks away, her eyes narrowed.
"Z, let's go." They move quickly towards the door, but before they could leave, two figures walk through the door. Ria assumes an attack-crouch position, knife in hand, but as her eyes saw the face of the leading man, her entire body weakens, and her hand loosens around the knife. Z sees this and harshly murmurs, "Ri, don't."
"Did you think you were going to get away?" Matt's voice was filled with light-heartedness as he slowly walked towards the escaping trio. With two in front and one from the back, there is no possible way to escape with all three....
Ria doesn't take her eyes off the two individuals in front of her as she murmurs quietly, "Z, leave C to me. Go initiate Vio." Z hesitates before nodding slightly, and lays C gently on the ground. Without needing to count, without any preemption, the two of them fly into motion at the same time, Z attacking the front two and Ria parrying Matt. Blades meet and clash. The entire room is in a blur.
Suddenly, from the floor, you regain your senses, but your muscles won't budge. You try to speak, but cannot hear yourself over the clanging in the room. You try sliding along the floor, but your legs won't move. A shadow descends on you, and you slowly lift your head up. It's your attacker. He shows his teeth. "La princesse is awake. Let's have some more fun while your friend over there is distracted." You move your gaze to the center of the room, where two black-clothed figures are fighting two grey-clothed figures.
He turns you on your back, hand sliding down your torso, in between your breasts, on your stomach, and ends on the apex of your thighs. He initially goes to take your pants off, then decides better of it, and pulls out his knife, cuts out the center of the jeans in between the legs, and peels it open. After sheathing his knife again, he leans over you, his manly scent overwhelming your already sensitive senses. Your nipples press against your bra... it's so uncomfortable, for some reason. As if reading your thoughts, he grins.
"Shall we let them free?" You shake you head no, but he clasps your hands above your head, while his other hand pulls up your white bra. He stares at your chest for a moment, and then lowers his head. At the first swipe of his tongue on flesh already aroused by the pill, you arch your back involuntarily, and suppress a moan. He sucks, nibbles, and teasingly licks your right nipple, then your left. The cold air of the room on the tips combined with the wetness of his mouth heightens the senation.
The hand not holding yours leaves your breast area and moves down. At your stomach, he lightly caresses the skin there, rubbing back and forth, back and forth, in circles, as if savoring the feel of such soft skin. Your breath comes in harder, and you finally manage to say, "No... people..." He lifts his mouth from your right breast and you feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "Oh, don't you worry about that. They're taken care of." He goes back to sucking on your nipples, his tongue encircling the tip, as he blows air onto them, causing them to strain even more.
His other hand then moves lower, caressing back and forth the skin right above your womanhood but not there yet. The strange feel of cold air in between your legs contrasts sharply with the warmth of your jeans covering your legs. His fingers move lower... lower...
Just as he was above to touch your most sensitive skin, a voice calls, "Matt, let's go. They know where we are. J is no doubt sending reinforcements as we speak."
Matt pauses, then sighs. He pulls down your bra, and seeing that it's not enough, takes off his shirt and puts it on you. It is long enough that it covers you all the way down to the middle of your thighs. He carries you back onto your feet, and you wobble a bit.
There are three other people besides you in the room. One is standing at the door, a gash in the stomach area, and two others still fighting. You recall a fourth person sometime, untying you... no, you think, I must've been dreaming. Your eyes focus on two figures in the middle of the room, still locked in combat. Sweat drips from their faces as they push their knives together again and again.
"...what, Ria, you don't remember me?"
"...."
"You can't say you didn't enjoy our time... together... can you? I believe you were all over my fingers."
"..."
You call out "R-" but Matt clamps his hand over your mouth, and looks down at you.
"They have their own problems. We have to find a place to... deal with ours." He presses his body against you, and you feel something poking at your hip.
Maybe it's the proximity, maybe it's his scent, most likely it's that capsule... but you shiver in anticipation as you follow the guidance of his hand on your lower back.
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