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Glint of malice	By : E1224 Category: +S to Z > Samurai Deeper Kyo Views: 1398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Glint of malice
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Note: This is for Clmhzzard XD who asked me as a request.
Gen is a character from one of her own SDK fan fictions thought I�m not too
sure where it is� anyway. Gen is tall and has silver hair and brown eyes. Her
real name is Genihyo, if you remember Gihyo from the manga, the guy who killed
Benitora�s spear master. Genihyo is Gihyo�s sister and she had always wanted to
kill him, but then owed her life to Benitora when she found out he already
killed him. It has no particular setting, just some room somewhere, so enjoy.
ESPECIALY YOU Clmhzzard. XD�

Benitora jerked awake. The source of his disrupted sleep was
the hand that swung around and caught him in the chest. He looked down to the
hand, then over to Gen who was still sleeping. She had been tossing and turning
all-night, muttering in her sleep and squirming. But Benitora could have slept
his way through Sekigahara so it didn�t affect him until she threw her arm
around him. Her hair was messy and ruffled everywhere, her ridiculously short
sleeping yukata twisted around her body but he couldn�t help but smile. She
looked adorable while she slept, her hand over his chest and her face nuzzling
into the sheets, legs every-which-way and almost child like.

From the look of her expression her dream seemed to be un-frightening
so he stayed still and closed his eyes, attempting to go back to sleep. Gen
started squirming again and her hand shot down. Desire bolted up his spine and
his eyes shot open when her hand passed over his midsection to settle beside
his leg. He gaped at her for a few seconds and shook his head, reminding
himself that she was just asleep and not to try anything that would earn him
another slap. Reluctantly he tried to go back to sleep. That was until Gen
started squirming again and did something that proved to Benitora that luck
simply did not exist on this planet.

Once again her arm swung out and held onto his opposing
shoulder while she hauled herself ontop of him. Her right leg slid over his,
the other staying where it was until she was straddling him. Her arms hand
found his chest and wrapped around it to his back, cuddling into him as if he
were a human blanket. She nuzzled deep into his collarbone, taking in a deep
breath and grunting in approval. He stayed perfectly still; too terrified to do
anything that may rouse her. Her current position would have a dire consequence
that if she woke up he would be the one to pay for the involuntary
perversion.

While she buried her face into the top of his collarbone her
hips ground into him, hard. He gulped. He could feel everything, every curve,
every line and the warmth of her through the material of his trousers.

And sweet Kami nothing had ever felt so good. He twisted the
sheets beneath his hands, trying desperately to control the urge to spin her
onto her back and� well� do �Tora things.

Her movements subsided and her hands rested over his
shoulders. He didn�t understand how she couldn�t feel her breasts against him,
or the shape of his hips between her legs. After a minute he was convinced she
would not rouse again and tried again to sleep, saying a silent prayer to
please make her turn over and sleep away from him.

Just as he closed his eyes she murmured something and
squirmed again. He bit back a groan as her hips moved down slowly and then back
up to rest. Then again she moved, her ass pushing back and then up against him,
lingering at the top and slowly settling back down.

He bit his lower lip, trying as hard as possible to stop his
increasing erection, or at least to stop his provoked growling, but it seemed
it was all he could do to not move at all. His heart raced, the blood pumping
in his face and elsewhere, his hands shook with the effort of restraining
himself.

So� good, but I� I can�t!

Gen continued to shake slightly and her head slid up to
nuzzle the side of his neck. He turned his head away, biting down on the top of
his tongue as her hips moved in a circular motion against him. Her nose had
found the side of his neck, her breath made a cold shiver chase itself up and
down his spine as she nuzzled into him. He couldn�t help but groan as her hips
pushed down on his and slid upwards, then back down again. She continued to
move like this for a good minute and a half, Benitora�s breathing had become
ragged and harsh, his eyes rolled back and jaw clenched shut in effort to make
no noise at all. Kami if she kept this up he was gonna jerk her awake and make
passionate love to her until she cried out his name so many times it lost all
meaning. It had been too long since he last had sex and now this was driving
him past the breaking point of rape.

He thought vaguely of what he had done to possibly deserve
this torture.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his hands curled into fists
and his hips jerked with every movement. He growled behind his clenched teeth,
blood coursing through his veins at terrific speeds. He vowed to himself that
if she didn�t stop he was going to screw her raw before the day was through.

Kami� don�t stop, not yet.

She groaned slightly in her sleep, her head tossing and
eyebrows furrowed. If anything her hips ground into him harder and he could
feel himself slip in between her. Her movements were slow and small, but became
heightened when Tora was loosing control and arched his back with her slightly,
trying to pacify his needs. His breath came in short gasps, verging on the
point of noise but it felt too good to stop.

Can�t� stop it. So� good.

That was until her motions had slowed down almost to a stop.
His body screamed at him for more and just as her hips moved downwards; both
his hands clenched around the top of her thighs and moved her slowly back up.
His mouth opened in a low groan of lust and he arched his back to bring her
into fuller contact with him as he moved her up by her ass. If he could have
had a mirror to see as he cupped her ass with his large hands, controlling her
movements, gently and slowly so she wouldn�t wake.

I need it� just a little more. Yeah.

The heat curled under his stomach, his lower region pounding
with the need to take her without restraint. He should have stopped there, but
what he should do and what he did do were two very different things.
Just as he felt her get to the top again he lifted her slightly, delighting in
the firm, supple skin of her backside beneath his hands. He guided her hips
gently back down again to repeat the process. Whether she was awake or not; he
didn�t know, but at this point he didn�t care either way as he ground his hips
into her, teeth closed against a harsh shout.�

He cried out as her hips jerked into him of their own accord
and her nose brushed off his neck. He threw his head back and arched his back
into her, her ministrations feeling so unbelievably good he felt like he would
snap at any moment. She was so warm, her skin soft and supple, yet toned and
the feeling of it was intoxicating.

Just a bit� further�

Gen muttered something and her hands let go of his
shoulders. He saw her eyelids flutter and tore his hands away from her backside
as she stirred ontop of him, trying to keep as still as humanly possible. She
laid her palms on his chest and pushed herself up, one hand reaching up to rub
her eyes sleepily. As she sat up she raised her arms above her head,
stretching. He bit back a growl as her hips tightened around him, her backside
rubbing off him seductively. His back however had involuntarily arched up
slightly so she jumped a little. He lay, spread-eagled beneath her as she
opened her eyes half way. His heart raced in fear, hoping against hope that she
could feel how badly unsettled he was under her hips. But instead she sniffed,
her eyes glazed over and her hand rubbing her cheek.

�What are you doing?� She slurred and rubbed her eyes again.
She took one look at his flushed face and the position that they were in to
take a wild guess. His eyes, though fearful, had a spark of lust hidden in the
pupils. She became more aware of the things around her, or beneath her rather.
She shifted with shock and watched as her slight movement caused his hands to
clench into fists and his eyes roll back in his head. This must have been going
on for quiet some time she thought, feeling the heat beneath her and the
pressure of it was almost too unbearable for her to take. She could feel
it against her and it brought a little smile to her lips to know that she was
the reason for this. He was probably nearly killing himself while she was
asleep with the effort to keep her from moving. If anything her secret little
smile grew wider.

Benitora gulped. She knew now, seeing his reaction and
judging by her little smile he was in for a world full of pain.

On the inside Gen laughed. She didn�t have a lot of
experience with these matters, hell she had one night of drunken sex that she
couldn�t even remember but she still knew that he was shaking with the effort
of restraint. And she liked that look; that shot of fear, that passion filled,
fearful gaze beneath her. So she decided to make it worse, as a type of
punishment for not waking her up while she involuntarily molested him.

She leaned down, resting her elbows on his chest and holding
her chin up with her hands. She watched his eyebrows twitch as she purposely
moved her hips back veeeery slowly, grinding hard against him. The feeling of
him beneath her, pressed up so close felt incredible, but unlike him she had a
lot of self-restraint and refused to show that she had noticed.

�Oh �Tora,� She smiled at him and sighed, �whatever will I
do with you?�

He stared, shocked at her reaction. Her smile was so
mischievous and he knew he was in for it now. He didn�t dare reply to her
question, whatever answer he said would make no difference and he tried
desperately to hide his reaction to the slip of her hips over his. It was the
icing on the cake that she even ground her hips against him again; he was
having doubts if he would survive this one. Even that little smile, it was
making him worse and the way she rested on his chest it made her bust squeeze
together right infront of him. He�d never seen a woman look so sexy before.

Gen stayed silent for a second, that cat like grin still
playing on her mouth. He wasn�t going to get away now, she�d make sure of that.

�You�ve been so bold, doing things like this.� Her voice was
low, eyes narrowed into slits and lips pouted as if she were talking to a
child. �What�s a girl to do?� She lowered her hands and lay them over his
shoulders, sitting ontop of him as a cat would, delighting in every movement
that caused her to rub against him. He restrained a whimper, it died in his
throat but Gen still heard it and she moved her head in closer to his.

Benitora was terrified. She could have any number of things
in store for him, and this continued grinding was just a tease until she�d
start to beat the living crap out of him. Her head moved closer to his, he
thought wildly that she would bite him, tear a chunk of his flesh off when he
saw her feral grin.

Her hand grasped the side of his neck, fingernails scraping
off the muscles lightly. She turned to look at him, enjoying the increasing
fear in his eyes but the lust he once had was disappearing. She wasn�t going to
let him escape that easily.

�I know.� Her smile grew wider and she arched her back
slightly, getting ready. �I think I�ll do this.� On the word this
she ran her tongue up the side of his neck and reared her hips back over his,
grinding long and hard against him in just the right way. She shivered,
enjoying the feeling of him but kept herself under check. Just as her tongue
got to his ear her hips pushed forward and back up, eliciting a deep, almost
guttural groan from his lips. He arched his back into her, his head thrown back
into the sheet.

�Oooh� s-shit!� He gasped at her action and she
buried her head in his neck, kissing the skin lightly. For someone who�s never
been on many sexual escapades she certainly knew how to make him quiver,
grinding in just the right way. He tensed his body, expecting her to attack him
in some sort of way but then she started doing this and he nearly exploded with
lust. But if he tried anything he may just fuck up her little game, so he kept
his hands away, despite his dangerously high urge to grab her waist and tear
her yukata off.�

Of all the women he�s been with through his life none of
them made him feel like this before. His whole body tingled and flushed hot and
cold chills. Still unsure if she was going to kick his ass or not, he tried his
hardest not to show her any reaction but to no avail. He couldn�t help it, it
felt incredible.

Satisfied with his reaction she did it again, grinding
harder this time and gently kissing the side of his neck. She could feel the
heat rise in his skin, repressing a moan from her own mouth when his hips
ground back into her, back arched upwards in a louder groan. His hands grasped
the sheets for dear life, skin sweating for the need to take her body there and
then, make her the one to scream in pleasure.

�Aaah�� The very sounds that escaped his mouth and made her
go harder against him, picking up a slightly faster pace. He could feel himself
rubbing in between her and Kami it felt so good. Her lips planted on the side
of his neck were a warning so he allowed her to continue, heightening his
desire to plunge into her. He shook with the nearly uncontrollable desire, but
he couldn�t do it lest she bite into his neck. He�s never needed a woman as
much as he needed her at that moment.

She could feel herself part around him, even though he was
wearing trousers, her yukata didn�t cover anything in her lower section. The
feeling made her flush hot with desire. She shivered slightly, listening to his
passion ridden groaning and his frantic movements that only suggested one thing
that she wouldn�t give him � sex.

He could feel himself loosing it, he tried to hold it back,
wait until he had her but he couldn�t stop it, not now, not when he was so
close.

She raised her head and looked down into his eyes. They were
half shut; weak from her seductive grinding but she wouldn�t let him have his
way. He sucked his breath in between his teeth in a hiss as she brought her
hips back up almost painfully slow. Staring into his hungry, lust filled gaze,
she smiled her little cat like smile, and pushing her hips down as she did so,
enjoying the reaction she received. He clenched his eyes shut, arching his neck
and back into her and groaning at the feel of her. His hands grasped her waist,
abandoning all fear of her and staring back into her cheeky, cat like smiling
face.

Gen pushed her face right up next to his, stopping her
grinding to a halt and seizing the lust in his face.

�Liked that, didn�t you?� She whispered, running her fingers
through his short hair. His mouth was open, breath coming in sharp gasps. He
leaned up to her, his hand holding the back of her neck. She pulled away from
him slightly, her nose just bumping off his. She made him weak, now she was
going to put him down and leave him begging for more. In a way she did want
him, especially at this moment but seeing him so weak for her made her want to
torture him even more. His respect for her was exactly what she didn�t want.

�You want more?� She pushed down on his hips, a shiver going
up her spine when she felt how hard he was. �Hmm?� His urgent cry was more than
enough for a yes to her and the frantic push of his hips nearly had her
reconsidering, but she was going to leave him pining for her. Then his hands
traced quickly down her waist and grabbed her backside, pulling her into him
slightly. The muscles in her rear jumped under his hands, her mind reeling with
a restless passion at his sudden bravery, but she pretended to ignore it. She
wanted to see him suffer.

Benitora couldn�t take any more; it was either now or never.
Enough of this teasing, these games. She ground into him once more, he felt
dizzy and a harsh cry escaped his mouth as his hips arched into hers. He saw a
fleeting moment of real lust in her eyes and it drove him over the breaking
point. He was going to take her and break her in two.

Gen smiled again and cocked her head to one side. She leaned
on her arm, about to get up.

�Pity.� She sneered and pulled away until his hands grabbed
around her waist and held her tight, spinning her over onto her back.

�Oh no you don�t.� He growled at her, pinning her to the bed
with all his weight, his hips in between her legs and his chest pushed against
hers. As soon as her head hit the sheets his hand was on her waist and
travelling upwards. With haste he forcefully kissed her, almost biting down on
her lips in his anger at her teasing. He forced her mouth open and slipped his
tongue in between her teeth. She gasped and pushed up against him, trying to
pull away but it only drove his desire up another notch. His eyes rolled in his
head, the pure pleasure of her taking over his whole body.

Gen couldn�t believe what was happening. It wasn�t supposed
to work like this! He was supposed to be begging for it, not taking it for his
own! Shocked when he roughly spun her onto her back, pressing in and grinding
between her legs to pin her to the bed scared the life out of her. She became
even more frightened when he kissed her, hard, and forced her mouth open to
slip his tongue in. He was so� rough. She expected him to be weak, shaking and
yet when she used all her strength to push him off he kissed her harder.

She loved it. His anger, his strength, his lack of respect
all made her feel like just another low life, and not the upper class girl she
always was. He wasn�t going to beg or ask or plead, he was simply going to take
her, whether she wanted it or not.�

She pushed up into him, her hips grinding against his and
her tongue moving rhythmically against his. He groaned with her reply to him
and pushed her back down, his fingers tracing the supple edges of breasts. His
kiss quickly moved to her neck, sucking and biting at the skin. She arched into
him franticly, a moan escaping her lips like she never moaned before. He ripped
off her yukata with haste, pulling the material ferociously down her shoulders.
She pushed it away and kissed him feverishly, attempting to push him over onto
his back but he was too strong. Kami her body was so hot against his skin, and
he was going to make that skin melt before long.

She replied by licking the side of his ear but stopped when
his hand came up to massage her breast, his fingers pinching her areola. She
cried out and arched her chest into him, the need becoming even stronger when
he grinded against her again. He never remembered anything in his life that
felt so amazing, and they weren�t even having sex, just playing with each
other, playing the game of domination and he was beginning to have the upper
hand. He needed her, her skin, her mouth, everything, he needed it more than he
has ever needed anything. And hell if the foreplay was this good the sex must
be unreal!

Quickly he took his mouth away from hers and kissed all down
her breastbone. Her skin tingled and begged for the forceful touch of his lips,
her hips throbbing with the uncontrollable need to let him take her. She
wrapped her legs around his waist and entwined her ankles, making his hips
press close to hers. She felt him smile against her skin and she held the back
of his head while he kissed her breast, biting the skin and running his tongue
around the raised bud. She slammed her fists into the mattress on either side
of her, arching her waist into him, her mind screaming �Harder dammit!�

As though he read her thoughts his teeth closed over the bud
of her breast as he tongued the peak, her body shook and quivered and he pushed
his hips down relentlessly on hers. She cried out loudly with lust. He was so
close to her now, she could almost feel him. Her unbearable lust was driving
her to the brink of insanity, and when Gen wants something, she wants it NOW!

She ran her hands up his arms while he kissed up the side of
her shoulder to her neck. She had a little plan of what to do now. Using all
her strength she pushed him up by the shoulders. He was pushed up off her neck,
surprise gracing his features for a second as she pushed his body up with her
hands, her legs still wrapped around his waist and her heels pushing against
the bed. She had pushed herself onto him, her mouth closing over his in an
attempt to push him onto his back, but this particular idea didn�t gel with
him. Not at all.

Just as she was about to wrap her hands around his shoulders
to make him fall backwards he grabbed her wrists and held them apart, putting
all his weight onto her and slamming her back onto her back. Her whole body
jerked upwards with the force of him, her legs flailing outwards. She gaped in
surprise at his sudden turn of violence and she saw with one quick glance at
his face, the familiar glint of malice in his narrowed eyes. He pulled her
wrists up, pushing down on her hips as she futilely attempted to push him off
her. With one hand he held her wrists together, the other travelling downwards
on her thigh, grasping the soft skin under her knee for a second, then moving
upwards on the inside.

Sensing danger, Gen struggled against his hands and looked
up at him. His face hovered over hers, looking at her features, his eyes
darting up and down as though he were to kiss her. But he didn�t. Something
about his stare made her feel uncomfortable. His mouth curled in a grin, eyes
sparkling as his hand got nearer to her heat and then she knew why he was
staring. He was going to watch her while he played with her, watch her reaction
and watch as her face contorted in pleasure.

Surprised at his daring, Gen was still uncomfortable with
this sudden change of events. She tried staring back in a manner that would
coax him to kiss her, just to stop that piercing, voyeuristic glare. But to no
avail. He merely laid his head to the side slightly, his fingertips barely
centimetres from her. Her attempts to get away were proving futile, her hands
wringing under his but still he held her, not easily, but enough to keep her in
one position.

She bit her lip, the throbbing between her legs becoming
deeper as he got closer, going almost painfully slow. It was making her angry,
the fact that he was in control now, watching her as she watched him writhe
just minutes before. She suppressed her slight moan as his fingertips brushed
over the very top of her thighs to her exposed flesh. There was no way in hell
she would give him the satisfaction of seeing her moan, even if she had to
force her hips to stay down as his hand drew so close, the throbbing almost too
much to bare as she braced herself. She refused to look away from his eyes,
even though it was killing her to stay still, just before he touched her.

Benitora watched as her eyelids twitched, her jaw clenched
shut against an audible moan as he slipped his forefinger down, parting her
folds. She couldn�t take it any more and her eyelids snapped shut, her faced
turned away from him and her mouth opened in a loud cry. He bit down hard on
his lower lip, watching her every reaction. Her breasts pushed up into the air,
face contorted in a cry of pure pleasure and the feel of her� oh the feeling
told him everything. She was pulsing around his fingers, her desire had grown
to such a point that even he could feel it and the heat of her was so
welcoming, the moist allowing his finger to easily slip downwards. Her cheeks
flushed red, he felt her hands shake, saw her legs shiver as her hips raised
and the moan that escaped was so lust filled it made the blood race through his
veins.

A wide grin spread across his features. His lower body in
seriously needful pain, urging him to take her then, but he couldn�t, despite
the protesting throb of his lower regions. He watched the quick rise and fall
of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. As if to be contrary he
moved his finger back up as her hips followed, along with her passion-swollen
mouth releasing a moaning approval, her heels digging into the bed sheets. She
trembled beneath him, her weakened body shaking with the rush of endorphins and
the embarrassment of him watching her every move, taking voyeuristic pleasure
in her heated moment. He knew she was as much lust filled as he was at that
moment and let go of her wrists, bringing his head down to caress her mouth
with his, his free hand grabbing the back of her head and tangling in her messy
silver hair. She gasped slightly when he moved his hand away from between her
legs, but smiled against him lips and braced her thighs, getting ready for her
revenge.

Gen was never the sort of girl to swoon and sigh and allow
anyone to dominate her, nor was she the type of girl to let a man think he can
watch her writhe, be it in pain or pleasure. So she waited, waited until
Benitora let his guard down, raising the hand that wasn�t behind her head and
grasp her outer thigh. The muscles in her legs clenched and she threw her arms
around his shoulders, pushing up with her heels against the bed and turning his
body over so she was the one to be ontop now. He tore his mouth away from her,
surprise and anger curling at the sides of his mouth but she quickly kissed him
again, moving her hips in the same way again that he shivered beneath her in
anticipation.

She scraped her long nails along his side, smiling when his
muscles jumped under her fingers. Her other hand was on his face, her thumb brushing
off the sharp curve of his cheekbone. He grasped her waist as she moved her
hips against him again, his hips moving up in reply. Falling so easily into her
trap she moved her hips back until she was sitting on the top of his legs, just
before his pelvis and kissed along his jawbone, continuing down his neck,
scraping her teeth off the protruding collarbone and making the breath catch in
his throat. She kept her hand firmly grasped around his waist as she kissed the
top of his chest, continuing in her downward exploration of his lean body. The
further she went down her kisses became harder, deeper, flicking her tongue
against his skin and his muscles quivered as she did so.

Her mouth had found his abdomen, the protruding abdominal
muscles making lean, smooth bumps in his skin. She continued, her tongue
tasting his warm flesh, delighting in the natural appeal, the sweet taste that
lingered in her mouth. Getting just where she wanted to be, the muscle just
under his bellybutton, the most sensitive part of the stomach, she barred her
teeth and scraped slightly. His back jumped up, breath escaping his mouth in a
light groan. A red mark appeared on his skin and she kissed it, flicking her
tongue against his skin and then sucking it. She heard him hiss as the nerves
jumped erratically in his stomach. She barred her teeth again and bit down
gently, then harder and watched his eyes widen in the slight pain she
inflicted. Holding a laugh back behind her teeth it was obvious he didn�t
suspect a thing and she moved back up, quickly kissing his skin in a
fluttering, feather like fashion. Her hips moved up with her and her hand let
go of his waist, travelling downwards without him even realising.

She lay directly ontop of him, her face above his and
staring down into his eyes. His short hair was messy, eyes sparkling with a
dark glaze of passion and his lips full and lush with their violent, frantic
kissing. With her free arm she leaned on it beside his head and ran her fingers
through his hair, the other hand moving closer, just over his skin but not
touching it. She stared down at him in nearly the same way. Her eyes narrowed,
mouth open slightly and eyes moving over his facial features as though she were
to kiss him, but she was a much better liar than he was. She moved her face
closer to his slowly, he stared back into her passion ridden, mischievous gaze.
She stopped and watched his eyes widen when her hand passed down the same place
she had bitten him moments before. A thin smile curled around her lips.

She brought her hand down and stroked the swell beneath the
material, watching his eyes clench shut and his back arch upward, teeth closed
over his shout. She held back a little giggle at the torment she was creating
in him, watching as he gazed back up at her with that hungry, animalistic
stare. Her hand went back down, her fingers closed around it and she brought
her hand back up, eliciting a deep groan from him and watching his hips jerk
with her ministrations. He bit his lip, digging his fingers into the sheets as
she did it again and stared down at him full of malice.

Hell it felt unreal, so incredible it was a wonder how he
managed to keep himself from pulling her ontop of him. Perhaps it was the heat
the curled in his stomach, or the tingling in his skin that told him to stay
still, he didn�t quite know. But every time he opened his eyes to stare back
into hers, he felt the hunger, the hot surge of adrenaline shooting down his
spine and it would build up until he couldn�t take any more.

�You�re so weak, �Tora�� Gen sneered, as she picked up her
pace slightly, causing the breath to catch in his throat, his eyes rolling and
neck arching upwards, heat racing under his skin. �Who am I to deny you of what
you want so bad�� She went slowly, almost painfully, moaning erotically
the words so bad in his ear. His spine curved under the waves of heat
that enveloped his skin and his restraining hold snapped.

She moved her hand up to the drawstring that tied his
trousers, undoing the first knot and looked down into his eyes, but they were
closed and his jaw clenched shut. She sneered and moved her hips up to his,
delighting in the jerk she had invoked with her movements. Her fingers twirled
around the knot and undid it. She laid her forefingers around the edges of the
material and looked down into his eyes again, biting her lower lip in the most
seductive way possible. Should it have happened in slow motion, the mere
seconds could have told a whole story. His once closed eyes snapped open just
as she looked at him, and she saw the combination of three emotions that never
tie well together for the target of the ensuing battle. Anger. Ambition. Lust.

Anger. She called him weak and expected him to beg.

Ambition. Benitora never liked loosing and he wasn�t about
to loose this game.

Lust. The threads holding his restraint had finally been
snapped and now she was going to pay dearly for her actions.

The two seconds that Gen stared into that look; she began to
have second thoughts. Maybe just a little� fear had taken her over. Or perhaps
she was the one who was used to being the dominating one. Or� she knew there
would be no restraint now, no breaks, no little moments of heated passion so
she could regain her pride. He was going to have her now. She gulped.

His hand shot up and grabbed the back of her head, pulling
her down. The other hand wrapped around her waist and he pushed all his weight
up and twisted, sending them both careening around in a violent action so that
he lay ontop of her, his chest pressed up against hers. Her knees were raised,
their hips entwined as he grinded against her, causing her body to shake with
ecstasy. His tongue buried completely in her mouth, hands gripping her waist to
ensure there would be no more turning over.

She couldn�t help but moan. It wasn�t just his forceful,
passionate kiss or the feeling of him grinding against her, completely exposed.
He was so violent, so angry. No one had ever dared to treat her in such a
manner, and Kami it felt incredible. �

She wanted him closer even though their skin flushed
together she needed to feel everything. Her hands arms entwined around his
neck, she moaned as it brought the kiss deeper and she felt his hand reach down
between her legs. Her back arched forward, but she couldn�t moan even when she
moved her head up he refused to let her mouth go with his own. His fingers
moved effortlessly between her, she badly needed air, the rush made her skin
feel like fire and her movements were stopped as he pinned her down with all
his weight. His other hand moved back to the material of his trousers as he
attempted to remove them. She aided him as best she could, lowering her hands
from his shoulders and she slipped the material away. She heard as it dropped
quietly to the floor and her stomach lurched.

She just� gave way to him. He was going to� to� and she
couldn�t stop him. But do I even want to stop him? She thought.

Her thoughts came to a halt as he took his mouth way from
hers and kissed her neck, licking, biting and sucking the skin. Still his hand
moved between her legs and she cried out in pleasure, gasping for air.

No. She thought. I definitely don�t want this to
stop.�

The hand that had pushed the material had come back up to
grasp her outer thigh, moving up slightly, his palms soft against her skin. Her
heart raced, her head spinning with combined pleasure and slight worry. As if
on cue, Benitora had taken his lips from her neck and back to her face, kissing
her cheek until he go to her mouth, kissing gently at first, and then
feverishly. She ran her hands up his scalp. Her back arched, his fingers moved
in such a way, outwards to part her folds. She knew what was going to happen
now and braced herself, tightening the muscles in her legs and raising them up
on her heels. He took his mouth way from hers, laying his head over her
shoulder, one hand holding himself up for leverage.

There was no pause to think, no second thought or pensive
moment. Her brace had been right on cue as his hips moved forward and he pushed
himself into her, slower than he had thought he would and closed his eyes, the
warmth of her surrounding him at every inch. Without hesitation he sank into
her body with a deep-seated growl of pleasure. Her body jerked around him, her
fingers clenched in his hair, her nails dug painfully into his shoulder, her
hips arched forwards, back curved into him and she moulded perfectly into his
shape. And the cry that escaped her lips, a moan that started off through her
clenched teeth and as he moved further in her body she opened her mouth wide,
crying out as her whole body clung desperately to him.

�NnnnmmmaaAH!�

She was trembling, her legs shaking, her walls pulsing
rapidly around him, gasping for air and eyes clenched shut as she tried to
adjust to the overwhelming feeling. He knew she wasn�t a virgin, he could feel
everything enough to know she wasn�t, but years of training had made her body
tense and tight, this particular part of her anatomy was no exception.

Barely seconds after he had invaded her body, she racked her
nails over his shoulders. The slight pain made him jump and his hips pulled
back slightly, eliciting a moan from her lips and her arms clenched tighter
around him. He stared into her face for a second, seeing no hint of pain, no
anger or fear, simply lust and that was all the information he needed.

Just as his hips pulled back he pushed them back in and her
neck arched, eyes half closed and bright with pleasure. The he did it again,
moving a little quicker this time, the sensation of her making his eyes poll
back in his head and a gasp escape it�s way from his lungs.

He leaned his head down and brushed her lips with his own,
she leaned up, pulling him into a kiss as he began to move inside her again.
Out of habit his tongue moved at the same pace as his hips, Gen pulling slightly
on his hair and if anything it just made him quicken his pace.

He began to move further in and out of her body. She had to
take her mouth away, her breath short and her moans long. He used that position
to kiss her neck as he picked up his pace and she started to arch her back into
him, her hips moving, begging for more.

More than happy to oblige he placed his hands on either side
of her shoulders, pinning her down, all set to have his wicked way with her as
he reared back, leaning down on his palms to push himself further into her
body. He quickened his pace, drawing sharp breaths from his own mouth and
short, frantic moans from hers. The feeling as though someone had thrown ice
down his back racked at his form, making the heat rise in his skin.

Her hips had begun to move at his pace and she wrapped her
legs around his waist, curling her ankles together, earning a deep groan from
his mouth as he went completely into her body. The heat of her, the warmth, the
feeling made his whole body ache and he thrust into her body harder.

Her back arched up, eyes closed heat rising under her skin
with increasing speed. She held onto him for dear life as they kept up there
pace, their wild, frantic movements drawing cries of deep pleasure from both of
their lungs. She could feel something build up inside her, like a swell of heat
and yet it felt like the sheets against her back were freezing.

He could feel her tenseness around him and he lowered one
arm, leaning back on one elbow, the other arm moving behind to grasp her
behind, pulling her into him harder. He gasped with their movements, the
beginning of his own release curling down his back.

He head was thrown back, neck arched up and moaning louder.
He could feel her pulsate around him, her hips arching frantically into him,
helped by his hand on her backside. He could feel it rushing in his blood, just
seconds away.

Just as he felt her deep pulsing her walls tightened around
him, her orgasm ripping through her body and causing his own release out. Her
back arched up into him in a loud cry of ecstasy, her body completely tense as
was his as his hips pushed into her, the force of their climax curling his
spine downward into her body with a strangled cry.

They both collapsed, panting heavily and shaking from the rush
of endorphins. She released her tight hold around his shoulders, still shaking
and gasping for air and held him. He looked up at her. Her eyes were bright and
sparkling, cheeks tinted pink and mouth swollen and red. He summoned up the
energy to lean up and kiss her before they both dozed off to sleep, where they
both should have been in the first place.

Benitora slept better knowing he won.

Gen slept better knowing she nearly won.
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