Forbidden Fruit

Understanding

Disclaimer: Elfen Lied, and all characters, locations, and properties herein are strictly licensed by GENCO, Special thanks to Lynn Okamoto, whom created this diabolical and deliciously intoxicating realm where super-cute girls are the dominant race!

Wounds May Heal, But You’re Mind Is Scarred Forever. –Silent Hill 2

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Research Facility: Kamakura--

It had been several hours since Chief Yoshino, the new head of operations, had been assigned the task of experimenting Lucy’s genetic material on one of her own. Pushing her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose, the thirty-something brunette gazed through the six inch containment room window of Number 18’s chamber… with keen interest.

“How are the test results coming along?” Yoshino asked, not breaking eye contact with said window.

A female colleague, barely in her twenties looked up from her clipboard, then at the Diclonius restrained on the other side of armored glass.

“So far, so good,” Maya reported. “Her regeneration of viral cells has tripled in the last twenty-minutes,” said the girl enthusiastically. She flipped a page over on her clipboard, “At this rate, she should be exhibiting enhanced vector capabilities within the hour.”

“Very impressive,” Yoshino stated, her gaze lingering on the pale, incredibly long-haired girl in the other room. “I’m amazed at how much potential this new strain of the Vector virus has shown us, in so little time.”

“-And this is just the first stage, too…” the young scientist added, joining her companion by the window. “We haven’t even grazed the surface on the wealth of data we’ve received thus far. .”

The two women fell into a peaceful silence as the Diclonius in question hung limply on the far wall, scantily clad in all her naked glory.

“-How is she…?”

Yoshino stared impassively ahead, her voice softening. “-As well as her kind ever will be… in this place.”

Inside the darkened chamber of one of the most secretive labs in the facility, was the evolution of a new species. Young, curvaceous, and in many ways strikingly beautiful, Maria Kurenai—or Number 18 as they usually called her, was suspended by chains under the loom of a bright light, bathing her alabaster skin in a luminous glow.

At the tender age of 16, Maria was coming of beauty. Her skin, like many others of her kind, was snow white; deliciously pale and glimmering like smoothened silk. Delicate flesh it was though, having never been exposed to any of the natural elements since childhood. There was a nary a scar, nor blemish, or any form of detracting mark upon Maria’s magnificent tissue.

It was also noteworthy, that she had the most impressive body for such a young age. Slender at the waist, yet well-endowed in all the right places… particularly her bust; the milk-soft mounds of flesh perfectly proportioned to her petite frame.

Maria also had the longest, most lustrously soft looking locks of pale, silvery hair anyone had ever laid eyes on, flowing all around her naked body to graze the unlit floor. Her head was drooped low, a sheet of bangs clouding over her forehead. While her facial features were shadowed, the only visible aspect of her visage was the pale, unsaturated pink lips that were in a hesitant part, as well as the lower half of her defined, triangular-shaped face.

Yoshino could tell just from where she was standing that this girl was incredibly beautiful--a goddess so profound that it would have made the gods weep of envy.

Leaning forward, the head scientist pushed a button on the control console, activating the room’s loudspeaker.

“Maria… you awake?”

The long-haired girl lifted her head at a snail’s pace, revealing the angelic countenance of her youth to them. Everything went into slow motion; the exotic streaks of ivory bangs slid gently back, followed by the curtain of tresses spilling over her snow-white shoulders, until the light from above finally met with the long-haired beauty’s youthful features.

Maria gazed innocuously up at the group of onlookers with deep, crystalline orbs, platinum hair falling before her face. The tips of her lavish bangs covered the girl’s haunting crimson eyes, which bore like two intense jewels of unfathomable emotion through the piercing lights.

She had the face of an angel, yet looks were deceiving. Beneath the mask of innocence lurked a dangerous predator, luring its prey in to snuff out their life like a candle flame on the breath of wind. Despite having shapely curves, she was still far too young to experience the pleasures of man, at least… in a since.

Timidly, the Diclonius looked up at the window, “Yes…?” she asked shyly.

“How do you feel?”

Inwardly, Maria was laughing. She got strapped to a wall, had all manners of objects hurled at her nubile form all day long, and on occasion had to endure “physicals” that tested her pain threshold, as well as her sanity. How the hell did they think she was feeling?!

“I’m… okay.”

“We want to see how many vectors you’ve awakened since your last injection. Are you ready?”

Maria nodded her head drearily, “O-okay…” The young Diclonius closed her eyes, exhaling softly to concentrate. There was a slight tingling within her head, followed by a cold chill down her spine as the first of her invisible “hands” slid out of her back.

Before long, she had four of them floating around her, swaying back and forth like a snake poised to strike at unwary prey. Maria stretched them out to their full length as she always did; an impressive arc of five meters. It actually relieved the white-haired girl to awaken them, to ease the spur of murderous bloodlust that her race was more than acquainted for.

Maria cast her innocuous, deep-red eyes to the opposite wall gloomily, parting her lips in that oh-so-adorable manner that made most of the Diclonius’ former victims practically fall in love with their cuteness.

Now if only she could…

A small tremor ran though Maria’s body as she felt an unknown presence enter her mind. She uttered a small gasp, but soon forgot it as a sweet and oddly familiar voice wafted to her ears.

“I’m here…”

‘Something feels… different.’ Maria creased her brow as an odd feeling of anxiety fell over her. The tingling sensation that always occurred whenever using her vectors… was building up to a higher level than normal, almost vibrating.

“M-mm…” she shuddered. Her crimson eyes remained closed, though now they were twitching from a mental strain that was fast becoming a bit unpleasant.

“You’re doing very well, Maria,” The young tech reassured. “Just keep concentrating.”

The white-haired Diclonius leaned forward until the chains on her wrists bound her from falling any farther, her face hidden by her velvety long curtain of snowy bangs.

“I’m… trying,” she whimpered delicately, her lips in a tight grimace of pain. Emiko vaguely resembled a crucified angel with a haunted expression painted onto her perfected features as she hung suspended from the cold concrete walls.

‘What…what’s happening…? What did those people do to me?’

Maria’s head pulsated and throbbed like never before, adding to the already nauseating pressure inside her skull. A burning sensation crept down her spine as the pineal gland within her brain released copious amounts of viral fluid into her beautiful, naked body.

“Ahh…” she exhaled sharply as hot warmth not unlike molten lava settled deep in her lower abdomen. Her heartbeat increased in tempo, and her breathing drew more deeply, heavier with shuddering pants that fortunately went unheard by Maria’s benefactors.

Little did she know, that slowly… one-by-one, more of her transparent psychic weapons of death began to unfurl from beneath her back. Followed by another, and another… and another…

“Hmm… you’ve awakened five more already? Fascinating…”

“Mmm…” moaned the white-haired girl lightly. The unknown sensations and heat that she had regarded as troublesome before were giving way to a new kind of feeling: Pleasure.

It was like an unwanted guest at the time, but now, the aching of her tender, rose-like nether lips… and wanton tightening of her womb… was driving Maria crazy.

‘This heat…’ she whispered. ‘It feels…so good…’

Inside the darkened world of the white-haired beauty’s eyelids, she saw a lone figure, young, female and in many ways beautiful, standing before Emiko like some unbelievably attractive angel.

“Who… are you…?” she whispered.

It was only when she looked into her matching scarlet eyes that she realized…

“N-no… it can’t be…” Maria breathed. She groggily shook her head back and forth, not even aware that she was scooting up closer against the wall. “Stay away…, stay away from me…!”

No sooner had the words left her mouth Maria’s arch-nemesis lunged forward with outstretched arms, a devious grin upon her face.

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“My God…” the assistant gasped. “There are at least, fifty of them!”

Indeed there was. The psychic hands of death clawed the air all around Maria, ready to sever anyone foolish enough to transpose the distance between her. It was almost… hypnotizing to see them waver and sway about, forming a cyclic pinwheel in an odd way.

“Yes, so I can see.” Yoshino smiled. “Not even our strongest specimen was capable of such a thing. And she unfortunately, is no longer among the living.”

A sad reminiscence clouded her thoughts. Number 35 had always been her favorite girl, and to have her life so tragically ended…

‘Oh, Mariko…’ she sighed. ‘You were still so young and full of potential.’

If only there had been a way to bring her back.

Soft murmuring roused the russet-haired woman from her stupor, “Hmm…”

Yoshino turned to her colleague, “Is something wrong?”

The brown-haired girl shook her head. “No… not quite, it’s, well… Number 18’s pheromone levels are peaking well above normal,” she said with a mild blush. “I think--and this is just my personal opinion--that she’s experiencing a heightened state of sexuality from the injection.

Yoshino placed her index finger on her chin in a thoughtful pose, “…Interesting.”

Re-adjusting the frames of her glasses, the head scientist gave a decidedly risky proposal. “Release Number 18 from her restraints,” she ordered. “And have Numbers 29 and 31 sent in as well.”

The technician looked rather aghast, and she had good reason to, “Chief?”

“It’s alright.” Yoshino stated calmly, placing her hands in her lab coat pockets. “I have something… unique in mind for her.”

Maya gave her a serious look, ‘-Has this woman lost her mind!?’

“With all due respect, ma’am, having one unrestrained Diclonius is one thing, but this is an entirely new species we’re dealing with, and… the two males are—“

“-I’m well aware of the facts, Maya,” the older woman chided, narrowing her almond eyes dangerously. “But this is in our best interests. We have no idea what secrets are just waiting to be uncovered within the Diclonius gene, all we need is the proper leverage to tip the scales in our favor. Do you understand?”

After seeming somewhat reluctant to follow through, Maya nodded in understanding. “Yes. I do understand.”

Yoshino’s eyes softened. “Good.” She glanced back at Number 18, the vaguely crucified angel having lowered her head once more.

“Then let us begin.”

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With several loud clicks, the binds holding Maria upon the wall snapped open, letting the pale-haired girl fall unceremoniously to the floor. At the same time, a massive door to one side of the chamber slid down, motors whirring up in pitch as the three foot slab of armored metal descended slowly to the ground. There was a flood of light entering from the open space, with two shadowy figures standing within as a pale shaft of white crawled across the highly polished floor. Gradually, the bloom began to fade away, the sounds of moving machinery dropping a full octave as the door came to a banging halt.

…And then, Maria’s ‘benefactors’ strode into the room, their pale, nude bodies exposed to the cooled air…

…Numbers 29 and 31; the heirs to a new race of Diclonius. The only true males of their species, untainted unlike the others, whose genes had been watered down through countless generations of cross-breeding. Their unhindered ashen-gray hair, grown out in a long pageboy style, and cobalt blue eyes were a spectacle to behold, and the fact that they were no older than 20, made them extremely attractive.

The male Diclonius’ noted this with some concern, though, that the prized gem of their affairs was lying prostrate on the cold marble floor, unmoving. Maria was very special to them, in more ways than one.

She was destined to be their mate, and perhaps… something more.

“Maria, we want to try something new this time.”

Maria mumbled non-coherently as she lay on her side, the unruly waterfall of pale snow-white hair trailing over her naked, nubile flesh. “No…” she moaned weakly. “No more tests… please.’

“Don’t worry…” came Yoshino’s steadfast reply. “This is far, far more beneficial to you then the other experiments. I assure you.”

After some unspoken moments, Maria lifted herself on shaky hands and legs, her soft, frail-looking body glowing in the floodlight. She turned her head towards Itsuki and Akita in a delightfully innocent manner, her thick pale bangs falling over her crimson eyes.

“Will… will it hurt…?” she asked with some trepidation in her softly melodic voice. Maria’s gaze parted the overhanging silk on her forehead, watching the two lithe, attractive males step closer and closer to her nearly prone position on the floor. A momentary shudder went down her spine as the tingling within her belly returned… with interest.

“-Hardly…”


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Beep—Beep—Beep—Beep…

Mayu awoke to the sound of her alarm clock shrilling like mad, announcing the arrival of morning for yet another day. The girl’s rust-colored eyes opened slowly to the loud obtrusion, and sat upright in a zombie-like trance from fatigue. To say that last night had been draining would be a slight understatement, if not very… appealing.

Grumbling something incoherent, she reached over and slapped the snooze button for the instrument on the bedside table, letting the thin sheet covering her body to bunch around her breasts as she leaned up on her hands.

Orange sunlight was streaming in through the window blinds to her side, glowing serenely upon Mayu’s soft, creamy skin, also giving her bob-style brown hair this sparkling halo as she dipped her head down into the rays, the shoulder length locks falling before her angelic face.

“Nnnh…”

It was also revealed to Mayu that a subtle warmth and softness was pressed against her tummy, soft breath whispering delicately across her navel… Peering down beneath the covers, a pale mop of strawberry-pink hair lay rested on Mayu’s chest… precariously close to the lower half of her breasts.

“Ohh…”

Nana had her face nuzzled up against her stomach, her arms wrapped around Mayu’s waist… and, much to her slight embarrassment; Nana’s sumptuous thigh was nuzzled deeply between the raven-haired girl’s equally slender ones…

“H-Hey, Nana-chan…”

“Mmmmm…” Nana purred softly into her lover’s skin; a slight tremor of lust sparking inside. Pink lips glided smoothly on Mayu’s flesh as she ventured upward with agonizing slowness. She looked up at Mayu with a mischievous glint in her magenta eyes, poised on her hands and knees in a sultry manner on top of the raven-haired girl.

“…Good morning, Mayu-chan…” she said, that cheerful tone of voice ever present. Leaning up, Nana’s buttery-smooth thigh glided across her lover’s bare pubis, drawing a series of sharp, stuttering gasps from the russet-haired girl’s lips.

“Hahh-Haaf… Mmmphh…”

Mayu was caught off guard as Nana planted her strawberry lips ardently onto hers, snuffling her quiet moans in a very, very deep kiss. She closed her eyes as she slid her tongue inside Mayu’s wet, slippery mouth, mewling in delight.

Fingers became entwined with the brown-haired girl’s silky locks, “Mmmmmm…” Nana moaned, the kiss all but consuming her inner desires. She tilted her head to one side and covered Mayu’s mouth with her own, their lips now at exact perpendiculars. On impulse, the pink-haired girl’s hips took on a slow, steady rhythm, grinding her thigh into Mayu’s labia, moans of lust shared deeply past soft, pale lips.

Good morning indeed.

“Mmmm… Mmmph… … Nan-nhh… We… we really need… Mmmmmphhh…!”

Mayu arched her back as Nana pleasured her, the Selpelit’s hands cradling her face as she rocked back and forth on the brown-haired girl’s pussy, dripping precious nectar from the lush folds…

“Nnnnnnhhhh…!” the waves of pleasure built up inside of her again, even though she and Nana had just begun not a few minutes ago.

“Ahhhhh…. I’m… I’m c-cumm-…”

“Mmmmmmphhh!!” the brown-haired girl vocalized her ecstasy as her peak hit unexpectedly, juices flowing out of her pussy like a flood. Nana’s lips covered her own as she rode out Mayu’s orgasm, honey gliding down her soft thigh.

“Mmmmm… Mmmmm……N-nnnhhh…”

After a few moments of making Mayu squirm underneath her, Nana finally broke their passionate lip lock, grinning mischievously as the human girl gasp for air.

“Mmmm… Mayu-chan…” she cooed, her eyes full of lustful intentions. “Did you like that…?”

Staring up serenely at Nana, there were times like these that Mayu wished could last forever, but such was not the case for a normal life. Not yet anyway…

“Y-Yes…” she said, slightly out of breath. “But we really need to get ready for school.”

A quick glance down between her thighs also confirmed that Nana’s legs were still tangled with hers, the sweet aroma of girl cum ever evident in the air.

Nana looked thoughtful; an adorable pout on her features “Hmmmm… I suppose.”

The pink-haired girl shifted off of Mayu’s petite, naked body, teasingly drawing her creamy thigh down her friend’s bare pubis.

“Ahh-ahhhhh…”

Mayu watched in idle fascination as Nana’s fingers wiped her honey off her leg, licking and sucking her juices off her hand as it dripped down…

“Mmmmmmm… you taste so good, Mayu-chan…” she moaned.

And before Mayu had a chance to recover, Nana began once more…

Minutes, as well as several quiet cries of pleasure later, Nana had dressed in her usual household attire of green short gym shorts, and white short-sleeve pullover. Mayu was sill in bed however, hiding behind a thin sheet wrapped around her slender form.

“Nana-san…” she said, holding the blanket to her chest. “You nearly wore me out, this morning…”

The pink-haired girl had just finished pulling her shirt down over her head, covering up her cleavage that had yet to be restrained by a bra. “Yeah… I guess I kind of did,” she whispered. Nana turned shyly to face her. “But… you did enjoy it, ne?”

Both girls blushed.

“Yes,” Mayu answered, pondering. “But we shouldn’t do it when everyone else can hear us all the time. Okay?”

Nana looked thoughtful, “Mmm… alright!”

Some degree of relief fell over Mayu; at least Nana had some self-control.

She hoped…

“Oh, hold on!” Nana suddenly exclaimed, bringing her hands to her face, “I just remembered. I’ll go wake Nyu-san!”

Nana raced down the halls, skidding around a corner before disappearing. Somehow, she had failed to notice the shredded remains of Nyu’s white nightshirt next to their room, damp from the girl’s ecstasy…

Mayu could not help but giggle as her pink-haired friend’s steps echoed though the house.

“She hasn’t changed at all.”

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As Nana neared the door to Nyu’s room, she suddenly had this odd feeling that something was amiss. It wasn’t quite the throbbing pulse in her head whenever another of her species was afoot, but rather, a clenching in her stomach, the increased tempo of her heart, and the slight perspiring of her neck: Anxiety.

Nana shook her head. “It’s not Lucy,” she said to herself reassuringly. “That person is gone.” Steeling herself, the pink-haired girl threw the door open.

At first, nothing seemed to register in Nana’s mind. There was the small, huddled form of Nyu laying on her futon, just like always. Her back was to Nana, her body curled up beneath the blankets.

‘How cute,’ the pink-haired girl stepped in with a giddy smile on her face, dropping to her knees at Nyu’s beside. “Come on, Nyu-san!” Nana said in a sing-song fashion, “Time to wake up!”

A gentle nudge of the elder girl’s shoulder was usually all that it took to awaken Nyu. Either that or food…

Only… something was wrong.

“N-Nyu-san?” she gently shook the girl’s shoulders, trying to rouse her attention.

She didn’t move.

Nana’s eyes started to widen, “Nyu-san?!” She began shaking the prone form of Nyu’s body vigorously with both hands, her breathing picking up, “Nyu-san! Wake up! Please, Wake up!”

The older Diclonius’ head swiveled around like it was full of ball bearings, and by chance her face was revealed to Nana…

She was hardly breathing. Even the faintest of breaths seemed lost on those cherry lips. Her eyes were still closed.

Magenta colored eyes became wide with fear, for there was only one other possibility that Nana was aware of that she could comprehend: death.

A piercing shriek exploded from within Nana’s chest, tears rolling helplessly down her face, “Nyu-san!!”

Sounds of rushing feet grew as they neared the open door to Nyu’s room, almost drowned out by Nana’s hysterical crying.

“Nana-san…!” Mayu cried out as she rounded the corner. “What is it?! What’s wrong!?”

Nana shot her head up to her brown-haired friend, her quavering tear-stained eyes shining wide with fright. “It’s Nyu-san!” she exclaimed, her panicky voice cutting through the otherwise stone silence of the house. “She’s not waking up!”

In the split second it took for Mayu to see the limp scarlet-haired beauty lain across Nana’s lap, to the copious amount of crimson staining her bed covers, the fear struck home.

“W-wait here!” the brunette shouted deliriously, “I’ll go wake the others!”

And, like that, Mayu was gone, screaming for Kouta and Yuka as she ran down the winding halls of Maple Inn.

The pink-haired Selpelit cradled the older girl in her arms, hardly once noticing the elder’s rounded ivory horns, which had completely healed.

“Nyu… Nyu…-”

She brushed aside the snow-white bangs that covered one side of Lucy’s face, revealing more of the young visage that the pink-haired girl had come to admire.

‘She looks so peaceful,’ she thought.

Her head fell against the elder girl’s nearly bare chest, where she wept inconsolably like a lost child.

“Please…” Nana pleaded, choking back sobs. “Don’t let me loose her again…”

She still had so much to tell her...

“Lucy…-!” she breathed, forgetting the honorific, “I-I… I’ve missed you.”

The Second Heartbeat suddenly resounded in Nana’s head like never before, nearly drowning her in despair. It was so powerful, so prevailing that it flooded the young Selpelit’s senses.

“Ahh!” the pink-haired girl gasped; her eyes wide open. That all too familiar sense of someone she had once come to fear and loathe registered in her mind just as the girl in bed started to move.

“-I’m not, Nyu…” the scarlet-haired beauty stated, her breath fanning out on Nana’s neck.

It was unmistakable… the voice that Nana knew all too well. The soft and silky femininity, laced with the cold undertones of a girl who had no emotions to show.

In that instant, Nana knew…

She had returned.

Nana gasped at feeling the Diclonius stir, the scarlet river of hair shifting over her shoulder. She could feel the aura emanating off of her, and it was strong. Much stronger than she last remembered.

“Mmmnn-Nnnnnhhhh,” she groaned.

“L-L-Lucy…?” Nana’s eyes were wide, her voice dying out. “Is… is it really you?” A part of her wished that one day Lucy would come back to her… while another said otherwise. Without realizing it, she began to shiver slightly, her arms wrapping around Nyu’s… Lucy’s, figure. Against her will, Nana gazed longingly to the elder girl’s face, still clouded by her lavish hair… which was slowly being revealed more and more as she turned her head indolently.

‘Why can’t I take my eyes off her…?’

Like the sleeping beauty that she was, the Diclonius became slowly more and more exposed until she was facing eye to eye with Nana.

Nana felt her heart skip a beat… or perhaps several…

A flawless complexion of alabaster white skin, smooth and rounded in heart-shaped perfection, graced Lucy’s beautiful, youthful features. Her thin, pink lips were partially agape, and she had a look about her face that was not unlike Nyu’s; innocent, yielding…

Lucy had always been beautiful, of course, thought Nana. But now the demure Diclonius had a much more… divine, quality to her.

That same, milk-soft skin gleaming in the morning sunlight adorned every square centimeter of Lucy’s equally impeccable body, her shapely curves standing pronounced against the scarlet waterfall of cascading hair pooling around the “Queen’s” scantily-clad figure.

It was like all the years of cruelty, restlessness, and damage done to her frail and lithe form had been dashed away, erased.

Curiously, the bangs on her forehead were platinum enriched-white, alluring to yet another aspect that Nana noticed…

‘Her eyes…’

The jaded, scarlet pools that were once Lucy’s vengeful gale were now a luminescent crimson--so intense that Nana felt like she could fall right into them; like two deep-colored rubies staring right into her soul.

Her misty orbs no longer held that cold, empty look to them. Instead they had the hypnotic flame that made one feel entranced under their burning gaze.

“Lucy-san…” Nana barely mouthed. “You…you…”

No scars, no blemishes, just sheer magnificence.

Lucy was… gorgeous!

“Mmmm,” Lucy groaned sleepily, her eyelids fluttering closed. Slender arms encircled Nana’s body making her cringe. It was a reflex action, driven into the pink-haired girl after so many years of torture.

Softness and warmth embraced Nana gingerly, Lucy’s hands sliding appreciatively over her upper back. The breath was pulled from the pink-haired girl’s body as the close contact sent her on edge.

“I’m back …” Lucy murmured, nuzzling quietly into Nana’s chest.

The young Selpelit opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Words simply could not describe how absolutely overjoyed she was to finally have her again.

“A-ahhh…” Nana visibly shivered from the closeness of Lucy, still intimidated by her even after the “transformation”.

Tilting her head back to regard Nana, Lucy looked up at the pink-haired girl with a blank, non-threatening stare, her lustrous white bangs covering those mesmerizing eyes. The silk curtain of scarlet hair spilled out behind the Diclonius, accentuating the pale-skinned girl rather nicely upon the bed.

“Are you afraid…?” she asked, her voice somehow hidden with guilt.

Truth be told, Nana was in fact. As much as she hated to admit it, her fears of what Lucy had done, or… to be more precise… would have done still lingered.

For how could she forget, the same person that had shone her kindness had also taken away so much…

“L-L-Luc-y… I-I…” she stuttered horrendously.

Nana whimpered as Lucy cupped the pink-haired girl’s face in her soft palm, delicate fingers stroking her skin with gentle care. Deep, crimson eyes met with wavering magenta, their faces only inches away from each other.

“You’re shaking…” Lucy said softly.

“…Lucy-san …” Nana acted as if she were about to start breaking down at any moment, tears were beginning to brim along her magenta eyes, her bottom lip quivering in a childish manner.

It also didn’t seem to occur to the Selpelit that Lucy was completely naked save for the unbuttoned white shirt she was wearing, and she was too lost in her frightened little mind at the moment to feel the elder girl’s cool, soft breasts pressing close into her chest… her creamy thighs caressing softly against Nana’s own…

The “Queen” rose slowly up in bed, the long scarlet hair falling around her, “Nana-san…” she began, reaching out for her precariously…

“N-No…” Nana blurted out. She could feel the Diclonius pressing close into her body, her lovely hair tapering straight down her back as Lucy nuzzled her head into the crook of her shoulder.

Lucy tenderly wrapped her arms around Nana, pulling her body that much closer.

‘Please… don’t kill me!!’

The magenta-eyed girl nearly cried out as Lucy buried her face into her neck, her warm breath dancing across Nana’s throat. “… Don’t leave me…”.she whispered.

Small droplets of wetness fell onto the pink-haired girl’s bare shoulder, and she could distinctly hear… whimpering.

“L-Lucy…?” she stuttered, trying to look her in the eye.

The embrace tightened even more, and by now Lucy’s quieted sobbing could be discerned.

“I’m sorry……” her trembling lips grazed Nana’s bare shoulder.

Admittedly, the Selpelit’s own eyes started to glisten. “Lucy-san-” Nana felt her cute voice crack, the tears sliding out of her magenta pools of their own accord. “Why are you crying…?”

Lucy’s body shook with restrained weeping, her silent cries becoming harder and harder to keep to herself, “I’m so sorry…” she said shakily, her fingers clutching against the Selpelit’s back.

Nana caressed Lucy’s hair affectionately, trying to desperately soothe her. “Please stop…” she pleaded weakly.

Ever since Lucy had saved her from that white-coated man on the stairs that night, she had come to realize how much she had missed the Diclonius. In spite of all the things she had done to her…

Soft snuffling emanated from the elder girl’s pink lips. This was what she had always wanted all along; someone who genuinely cared, somebody that actually held concern, respect… even love for her.

Nana shuddered as Lucy slid her hand along the pink-haired girl’s face, cupping her soft cheek so she could have a better look at her.

“Nana-san…” she whispered. “I don’t want you to be afraid.” she stared into the young Selpelit’s horror-struck eyes with unwavering affection… and… something else.

Lucy had never looked so vulnerable before. All this time, she’d been hiding away her true feelings from everyone; the cold mask of hatred and silence being her only face that ever showed. All this pain… all this suffering… and Lucy stuffed it down to be bottled up inside, no one ever knowing what kind of miseries she had endured.

And then… the one time she had finally managed to find another light in the darkness, an angel on broken wings who’d shared the same cruel and unfortunate fate as herself…

…she twisted and broke her…

Nana… so fair and pure, who had never wronged anyone for anything… and she’d nearly killed her.

But she was determined to undo all that…

“I……I want you.” she said softly, her breath tickling across Nana’s neck. Her slender, shapely legs had found their way to either side of the young girl’s waist, holding her flush against Lucy’s warming body. The beautiful, tear-streaked crimson eyes of the pale-skinned goddess fluttered closed as she moved her face next to Nana, breathing in the girl’s delightful scent of strawberry shampoo conditioner.

The pink-haired girl was still shaking, though now she had a shade of red blossoming under her eyes. “L-Lucy-san… what are you…” she was silenced as Lucy’s smooth, soft cherry lips nuzzled into her neck, lavish hair brushing over her shoulders like silk. Unknowingly, Nana let out a long sigh, leaning her head back as the tension built up inside her.

“U-Unhh…” she whimpered, closing her eyes. The elder girl began suckling on her neck, kissing, smooching. She placed her lips in a slow, drawn out display upon Nana’s throat that held volumes in untold emotion. It made the scarlet-haired beauty mewl in delight as Nana reciprocated to her heavenly attentions.

“Ohh… Oh, Lucy-san… Ahhh…”

Lucy moaned softly, causing endorphins to flow into Nana’s bloodstream. Her skin tingled in a way that felt oddly familiar on her lips, though stronger. She had wanted this moment, for so long. And although Kouta would forever be the key to her heart, Nana was hers to keep.

While holding Nana dearly to her body by the waist, Lucy’s other hand ventured downward… over the girl’s neck, following the contours of soft skin with her palm. The swell of the Selpelit’s budding breast soon found its way between the elder’s delicate fingers, squeezing, massaging, like a ripe melon underneath the tanktop. Nana acted respectively; her pink-tipped nipples grew hard and sensitive to the welcome feeling.

“Mmmmmm… Nnnnn…” the enticement of Nana’s skin was too eager of an opportunity to pass up. Saving the girl a spare moment of repose, Lucy smoothed her hand down the Selpelit’s chest to the hem of her t-shirt… where her palm slid up underneath the cotton material to feel her soft, savory skin. She lightly nibbled on Nana’s neck as the familiar mass of amply flesh soon became interposed in her fingers once again.

“Ahhhnn…” Nana cooed, enjoying the feel of Lucy’s cold hand on her breast, the rolling motion of her tit within the Diclonius’ grasp making her more aroused by the second. Lucy grinding on her didn’t help matters either…

Lucy gave a soft, feminine purr as her bare chest rubbed delicately on Nana’s own petite curves, her shapely legs now crossed over the young girl’s own as she coaxed her head gently towards her own; she wanted to taste her lips…. “Unnnn…. Nana…”

Nana was about to ramble off something else, and close that necessary gap to finally kiss her idol, when a sound akin to thunderous footfalls rolled over them; A few moments later, Kouta, followed closely by Yuka and Mayu came piling into the doorway, fearing the worst of what the brown-haired girl had told them.

“Nana-san,” Kouta exclaimed. “What’s going on-“

Their jaws nearly hit the floor:

For it seemed to have dawned on him that Nana was… for the most part, being groped by an almost completely naked Nyu, the girl’s slender hand cupping over her ample breast, kneading it. The cherry-hair Diclonius had her other arm about Nana’s waist, as well as her sleek, sumptuous legs embracing her around the hips in a manner that positively screamed intimacy. There was a furious blush adorning the strawberry-haired girl’s face, her eyes closed in a tense state of bliss. Apparently, Nyu hadn’t bothered to stop…

“Mmm, Lucy…” a small gasp escaped her throat, thanks in part to the Diclonius’ playful nip, though largely in part to the sudden crowd that had gathered with them. Kouta, Yuka, and yes, even Mayu were all there… confused and embarrassed at Lucy and Nana’s tryst.

“N-Nyu-san…?” Kouta felt a nosebleed coming on.

Yuka’s eyes were twitching nervously. “Nyu-san…!”

Mayu was too stunned to even comment, yet deep down inside she felt an odd pain in her chest.

Was it… was this jealousy?

“Lucy-chan……” Nana barely whispered, her voice climbing to a tone bordering on fright. Yuka-chan’s face looked like it could burst from the redness from whatever aneurism she was about to unload on her.

Lucy, having noticed that they were being watched, gently released the suction her lips had on Nana’s neck, grinning at the resounding smooch that seemed to reverberate through the room. She cast a rather devious look to the trio with one crimson iris, her face nearly hidden with lavish white bangs.

And without any sort of hint as to what she was playing at, Lucy faced her wards with a questionable look they all knew so affectionately well.

“Nyu?” she asked.


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AN: Sorry for the extraordinarily long hiatus between updates. :P This chpater went through several re-writes until I finally decided on the best one, which I hope you all enjoyed. I'm thinking about posting an omake of Maria before too long, provided no one dies from a nosebleed for what I have in store. o;; Vampire Knights has been having a rather strong influence on me; hence the name of the new girl.

Later!