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Neon Genesis Evangelion

The A.L.I.A.S.
Vignettes

Disclaimer: Evangelio an and its characters are copyrighted by Gainax and are the creation of Hideaki
Anno.

Asuka Langley
Is A Slut � Vignette 2

***

�Hey Shinji do
you want to kiss me?�

�What?�

�A kiss... kiss.
You've never kissed a girl, have you?�

�...�

�Then lets do
it.�

�But why?�

�Because I'm bored.�

�Is that a reason?�

�Do you not want
to kiss on the anniversary of your mother's death? Afraid she may be watching
you from heaven?�

�It's not that...�

�Are you scared?�

�Why would I be
scared of a kiss?�

�You brushed your
teeth didn't you?�

�Yeah.�

�Then here I come.�

�Stop breathing,
it's tickling me.�

***

Asuka squeezes
Shinji's nose shut with one hand, ending her brief moment of hesitation. Before
he can recoil in surprise, she presses her lips tightly against his and holds
him to the spot.

She had spent
two hours working up to this, going over why kissing him was a bad idea.
Not just a bad idea, but utterly detestable. She knew, though, by the time
she began to seriously consider it, that the thought had already burrowed itself
too far into her mind. She had come to recognize the signs.

Having her fingers
clamped over his nose gives her control over the situation. It's all she can
do to salvage what little pride she has left. More importantly, however, is
that it distracts him..

Her logical mind
tells her that she had nothing to worry about. The shock of kissing a girl
would already be enough to stop Shinji from breathing, so combined with an already
restricted supply of oxygen, it should be more than enough to turn him into
a vegetable.

This does nothing
to quell her worries. How could he possibly not feel her heart pounding? The
sound is reverberating so loudly through her body that she is almost sure it's
coming from outside of her head. The slight tremble on her lips feels like
a quaking, and she is afraid that at any minute he could open his eyes and see
the expression on her face. An expression that she is sure would give away
far more than she was willing.

The worst is that
she is positive he can hear the slight rustle from her shorts as she slowly
rubs her thighs together.

The temptation
had been growing in the past few days. She had known it would happen eventually,
after living in such close proximity to a boy, but she believed she could control
herself. She always thought she could, and each time she succumbed.

She had tried
to tempt him a few times, teasing him. Brushing up against him ostentatiously,
rubbing against him in the kitchen, or leaning over his shoulder as he watched
TV and purring in his ear. It was easily passable as torment, but she desperately
wished he would catch the signs. She had even taken to waiting to exit the
bathroom until she heard him walking passed the door, then pretending to be
surprised and angry. She thought it was obvious, as if she could possibly think
it was his fault for using the hallway. But he would fall for it every time,
turning away quickly, obviously afraid of retribution.

Completely oblivious
to the fact that if had walked up and ripped the towel from her body, he could
have done anything he wanted to her.

The thought sends
tingles up Asuka's spine and her tongue beings to swirl around her own mouth
as imagines it intermingling with his. She wants to part her lips and let her
tongue flutter out to brush against his lips, begging for entrance. She wants
to run it along his gums, to feel every tooth, and to crush his tongue with
her own. She can imagine pushing her chest against him and moaning as she sucks
hungrily on his mouth.

Suddenly, in her
mind�s eye, she sees herself in all kinds of compromising positions: on the
living room floor, bent over the kitchen counter, face stuffed into the bed
sheets, upside down against the wall...

Her leg muscles
flex involuntarily as she imagines them pumping in the air in time to some feral
rhythm.

The quickness
of breathe, the musky heat, the unrelenting desire to be penetrated; these things
are not new to Asuka, and it brings to mind the last time she lost control.

***

She had never
told anyone about the med student.

It had been a
mistake to agree to the blind date in the first place, but Asuka hadn't exactly
been in a clear state of mind. She hadn't had any relief since before she had
left Germany, and spending time alone on a ship with Ryouji Kaji hadn't helped
matters. Yet she had persevered, and even managed to live with the third child
for quite awhile without incident. The fact that he was wimpy and annoying
had made it considerably easier.

The enormity of
the mistake became clear quickly. She had masturbated twice while preparing
for the date (not counting the aborted third attempt that ended in quite an
awkward moment between herself and Misato). Despite her attempts at relieving
herself, she was still hot when she met the boy at the carnival.

It became apparent
early on that he was far too polite to try anything, and she cursed herself
for not wearing a more revealing dress. He was charming enough - he had even
managed to win her a doll at the squirt gun game, which she had uneasily accepted
- but she wasn't in the mood for 'charming'. It was while waiting in the line
for the roller coaster that she finally lost it.

She pressed herself
into his back and whispered huskily, "How about we go somewhere a little
more private?"

"W-what?"
the boy asked, stiffening. The way she was rubbing her hand lower and lower
down his back left no question as to her intentions, but he couldn't come up
with a more appropriate response. He eventually relaxed as he overcame the
shock from the unexpected question, and his voice leveled out a bit. "Where
do you want to go...?" he whispered over his back.

"I don't
care," she said simply.

He shivered, partly
because of the frankness of the statement, and partly because she had breathed
it hotly into his ear. Her other hand was resting on his shoulder, the doll
dangling from her fingers. He grabbed her wrist and led her away from the line.
"There's not really anywhere private around here -"

He was cut off
and found himself bedragdragged towards one of the darker corners of the carnival,
away from the mass of people still enjoying the festivities. They passed by
the last stand at this end of the carnival, and the man behind the counter leaned
over and smiled a toothless grin. "How about I intrest you young'uns in
some ring toss? Get some rings over the hooks and win some prizes." He
haggled them as they passed by, holding rings out towards them and raising his
voice. It was obvious (and not surprising) that he didn't get much business.

They walked for
about a minute, the paranoid boy turning around every so often when he thought
he heard someone following him, until they found their path blocked where two
sides of a large chain-link fence that surrounded the grounds met. It was fairly
dark, the ambient light of the carnival far behind them. At this distance,
the sound of crickets overpowered the distant laughing and cheering. Many stacked
crates, barrels, and spare lumber littered the area.

After circling
around some high-stacked boxes, Asuka stopped suddenly, and the boy bumped into
her back. Before he could apologize, she spun and pressed her lips violently
against his. The doll was flung behind her and she moved with him as he stumbled
backwards, toppling a haphazardly stacked box and almost spilling both of them
to the ground. He managed to regain his balance and stood up straight. Her
back arched and her breasts rubbed against him, coaxing a deep purr from within
her chest.

He was more shocked
than aroused, but her sloppy, passionate kissing and roaming hands were changing
that quickly. Not willing to idle, he placed his hands on her thigh and began
massaging. They rolled back until they were cupping her cheeks and squeezed,
eliciting a throaty giggle from the redhead. He let out a small moan when he
felt how tight the muscle was underneath the dress, and suddenly wished to tear
the thick, offending fabric away from her body.

Instead he elected
to let the obviously horny girl dictate the pace, and he moved his hands up
the small of her back and into her hair, running his fingers through her silky
mane.

Suddenly, she
stopped kissing him, and he was afraid that she had somehow come to her senses.
He brought his hands out of her hair and held them up as a gesture of surrender.
She appeared to be looking straight through him, her face blank.

Asuka's eyes were
unfocused, and her thoughts centered elsewhere. She reached up to her hair.
When her fingers brushed against the cool plastic of the neural clips, she nearly
flinched. After a second of hesitation she quickly unclipped them and tossed
away, making sure to note where they landed.

Her locks floated
down onto her shoulders, and the boy suddenly noticed how the multicolored lights
reflected off her hair, almost like a halo. He found himself growing more aroused,
and he thanked all the gods he knew when she broke out of her trance and pressed
back into him.

This time her
lips fell on his neck. She kissed around under his chin and on his jaw-line
while her hand moved steadily south until it reached his belt. She breathed
hotly into his ear as she pulled down his zipper, and as her hand reached into
his pants her tongue darted into his ear.

She enjoyed his
shudder, and the feel of her silky fingers wrapped around his half-hardened
member. She gently stroked it, and it engorged in her grasp. She ran her tongue
along his chin.

He turned his
head towards her and captured her mouth with his own, twirling his tongue around
hers and suckling at her lips. She withdrew her tongue and pulled back slightly
as she finally pulled his hardened cock out of his pants. He heard her breathing
become louder and could feel her shiver as she looked down upon it. She turned
back towards his face and the look of arousal was plain on her face, accentuated
by the licking of her lips.

It was too much
for him, and he felt ready to explode. Asuka seemed to sense this resumed darting
her tongue into his ear and nibbling as she began to jack him quickly.

The rest of the
world faded away for him, the only feelings he was conscious of being the wet
sensation on the side of his face and the coolness moving quickly up and down
on his erection. The ambient noise faded away until all he heard was her breath
and the sound of her hand slapping obscenely against his skin. He came with
a groan that did not belay the pleasure he felt.

As he came back
down, he realized that she was still rubbing him and seemed unconcerned with
the semen that oozed between her fingers. After a few more seconds, he decided
that she had control for long enough, and that he would have to take charge,
if only for the sake of his masculinity.

Asuka was taken
by surprise when the boy under her suddenly lifted himself upright, taking her
with him. She found a hand suddenly kneading her breast through her blouse,
and that she was being pushed backwards. She felt her backside hit the edge
of what must have been a crate and she leaned back onto it for support. Both
of her breasts were being tended to, and he was kissing at the nape of her neck.
Her nipples were hardened underneath her bra. She wanted to reach behind her
and undo the strap, but with his weight pushing down on her, she needed her
arms to brace herself.

Her already labored
breath quickened as one of his hands left her left breast and began to hike
up her long dress. Asuka moaned loudly, and her eyes rolled back into her head
as a hand trailed up her leg, inching towards her inner thigh.

The boy had stopped
kissing her some time ago, so he could see her long legs as he pulled up her
dress. His hand wasn't visible as it rubbed at the crotch of her panties, as
her dress had only come up to her mid thigh. He wrapped an arm around the small
of hack,ack, and pulled her up so that he was holding her in the air, though
her arms were still braced against the box. With his other hand, he undid the
skirt and pulled it away from her body, letting it pool on the ground underneath
him. He put her back down and marveled at her long, naked legs. Her blouse
only came down to her waist, so her legs were framed only by her panties. It
seemed that the sight aroused Asuka as much as it did him, as he grabbed his
hand and brought it back to her vagina. He could feel the moisture growing.

"Ohh..."
she shuddered, the first real verbalization she had given him since she had
pulled him out of the line. "T... take them off."

He moved to her
side, and her one arm reacup tup to wrap around his shoulder. His fingers hooked
into her panties and he slowly pulled them down her thighs. A small, neatly
trimmed patch of red was revealed, and then her glistening slit. She brought
her legs together, allowing the panties to fall the rest of the way to the ground.

He took a second
to drink in the sight of her. Leaning backwards against a box, holding on to
him. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling quickly. Mostly
importantly, she was naked from the waist down. He cupped his hand over her
nether lips, and lightly pressed down. The girl hanging on him gasped, and
he began to rub. Her gasps turned to steady moans as he spread her lips apart
and stimulated her clit through the hood with the palm of his hand. This continued
for a while, and her moans escalated.

Then he slipped
a finger into her, and she whimpered. She began to rock her hips, and he inserted
another finger. Soon her breathing was coming very quickly, and her hips were
bucking. He tore his gaze away from her glistening cunt to look to her face,
and his eyes widened. Her eyes were closed, but she was mouthing something
silently into the air. He brought his ear close to her mouth, but she wasn't
making any noise.

He wet his lips.
"Say it,"

She opened her
eyes and looked at him, her mouth still wide open, and began to speak. It was
low, but he could hear it.

"Oh god,
yeah, finger bang me. Harder... fuck yeah, harder." She was talking dirty.
He groaned and had to look away from her stare, his cock now hardened again
fully.

He n ton to ram
his hand into her with abandon, spurred by her continuing words. Soon her hips
were bucking wildly. After a few seconds, he stopped and gripped onto her pelvis
tightly, wiggling his fingers around inside her. With a final low cry her back
arched, her pelvis sticking high into the air. Her muscled tightened around
his fingers, andfeltfelt the wetness against his hand as she orgasmed.

It was a few seconds
before she finally relaxed. She pulled him towards her and kissed him fiercely,
showing that she was far from done. She let go of him, grabbed her blouse,
and lifted it over her head. He quivered in anticipation as she unsnapped her
bra and threw it away.

There she was,
leaning against the box, completely naked except for her white shoes.

"Fuck me."

Asuka grabbed
his cock and maneuvered him in front of her, but at this point he didn't need
any guidance.

He harshly grabbed
her legs, and lifted them straight up in the air, forcing her to once again
brace herself against the box with her hands. She let out a small yelp, and
almost lost her balance when he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips.
Without a word, he pumped into her all the way, and she released a long throaty
groan. Her legs were up in the air, resting on his shoulders, and they bounced
with each thrust. She pulled her hands away from the box, causing her to fall
backwards and bang her lower back into the corner. The pain was easily ignored,
however, and her hands came up to squeeze her breasts. She threw her head back
and pushed her chest into her hands, causing her red hair to fall behind her
and spread in a semi-circle around her head.

She was completely
lost in ecstasy, finally having achieved the glorious sensation of being filled.

The boy, however,
wasn't as satisfied. He grabbed the leg resting on his left shoulder and brought
it across to the other side of his head, letting the other leg fall from his
right.is tis twisted her body so she is lying sideways on the box, with one
leg up in the air in front of his face. The movement scraped her skin, but
the pain didn't register. He pumped harder, relishing in her groans, and licked
up and down her raised leg.

She found her
voice again, and began to yell. "Oh yeah, fuck me. Harder, please harder."

She wasn't left
in that position for long, as he completed the rotation, bringing her raised
leg down to his left so that he was fucking her from behind. The sensation
of her pussy twisting around his cock was almost too much, and he didn't have
much time left.

The sensation
was similar for her to, and she felt her climax approaching. Her breasts were
now pressed against the cool wood, and she enjoyed the slightly painful feeling
of it rubbing against her nipples as he pumped in and out of her. She felt
a growing sensation building in her pelvis, and raised her head up to moan when
she stopped with a gasp.

There was the
doll, sitting straight up and looking directly at her. Suddenly her mind seemed
to become clear as she gazed into the beady, emotionless eyes, but it was too
late. The moan caught in her throat, all she could do was hastily press the
doll face down so that it could not watch her as she came. The pleasure swelled
from her crotch and shook her entire body. Her legs pulled close together and
her muscles tightened around the boy's cock, and she felt a full blush creep
up her chest and face.

Her eyes were
closed, and she kept one hand holding the dolls face against the wood.

She felt the tightness
leave her as he slid out of her vagina, and said nothing as she felt the hot
spurts land on her ass and lower back. She slowly stood up, trying to fight
off the afterglow. The blood rushed to her head and spotted her vision. She
caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned towards it, but only
saw another stack of crates..

He tried to talk
to her, probably apologizing for the scratches on her midsection, or maybe for
the whole experience, but she ignored him and dressed herself in silence- not
even bothering to clean off the semen. The old man at the ring toss booth blew
kisses at her as she left, and she felt sick.

That night she
had went directly to her bedroom, ignoring the melancholy music floating from
Shinji's cello. She hadn't wanted anyone to see her disheveled appearance -
her knotted hair, the dirty dress - or to smell the musky scent that she was
certain followed her home.

***

Back in the present,
Asuka briefly mulls over those events in her mind. She knows the consequences
- the sickening feeling that follows afterwards, the self-deprecation - but
as she stands there, feeling Shinji's warmth through her lips, the memory has
no feeling. All she can comprehend is the growing heat and the comparative
emptiness in her vagina.

She is oblivious
to the boy's growing need for air as her left hand inches forwards, towards
his zipper. What will happen next passes through her mind and excites her.

She'll grab his
cock right out of his pants and feel it grow. She'll caress it, and wrap her
red, red lips around the head. It'll slide along the inside of her mouth, bulging
her cheek and pressing against the back of her throat. She can probably take
it all, she thinks, and she muses about what a pleasant surprise it would be
if she couldn't...

Suddenly she can
feel his cock in her mouth, and it pulses, shooting a jet of cum down
the back of her throat. More comes, and it splashes the inside of her mouth.

Her eyes shoot
open, and she tastes salt.

She quickly lets
go of the boy�s nose and they pull away from each other at the same time. He
falls backwards, gasping for breath, to preoccupied to see the look of shock
and disgust on the girls face.

She snaps out
of her stupor and runs for the bathroom. She reaches the sink and spits, to
no avail. She yells something at Shinji - an excuse, she isn't even sure what.
She brushes her teeth, and gurgles mouthwash, intent on overpowering the ethereal
salt on her taste buds. It does nothing, so she stops and looks dejectedly
at her own face in the mirror. Though disgusted, she sighs with relief, and
idly wonders when she had removed her neural clips.

Slowly, the taste
fades.

***

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