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Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan	By : OokamiKasumi Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 16-Fifteen
- 17-Sixteen
- 18-Seventeen
- 19-Eighteen
- 20-Nineteen - END
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Death and the Maiden
A Zombie-Loan Fan-fiction By Ookami Kasumi
~ Seven ~
Kicking her feet over the ten-storey drop of the abandoned building, Michiru nibbled on her thumb nail. Was she really turning into a shinigami, a reaper before her time? Was quitting Zombie Loan really her only choice? If she quit, she'd have to move too. The dorm was strictly for "assets to the school," Miss Shimotsuki had told her. In other words, Z-Loan associates.
There had to be another way!
She turned to the tiny reaper. "Can't you just...take the dark matter out?"
Kurou shook his tiny doll head, the tuft of red hair swinging from one side to the other. "Your soul consumes dark matter instantly. However, because of the highly concentrated amounts you're being exposed to, it's accelerating your soul's growth. If this continues, very soon your soul will be more than your mortal body can contain."
"What am I, an egg or something?" She gave him a sour smile. "Am I going to hatch?"
The tiny reaper shrugged. "More like, the opposite. Your reaper soul will absorb your mortal body, leaving only your shinigami form - a form made of spirit that no living mortal can see."
Michiru's chest tightened making it hard to breathe. "Oh." She'd be invisible; gone to everyone she knew - except the people at Z-Loan. However, as a reaper she'd be their enemy. They wouldn't want to...associate with her anymore. She clasped her hands tight to hide their trembling. "Well, I..." Unfortunately, her voice came out just a little too breathless. "At least I won't have the power to destroy the world."
The reaper stiffened, his hair standing on end. "What did you say?!"
Michiru waved her hand. "It's nothing. Just a silly dream I had, a long time ago." She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "D-does it h-hurt, becoming a reaper?"
A minor explosion of power released behind her and then two long leather-strapped arms closed around to pull her back against a strong warm chest redolent of the scent of leather, feathers, and midnight. A deep penetrating voice whispered by her ear. "It does, but only for a short while, and you won't go through it alone. I'll be with you."
Michiru's chest tightened, squeezing her heart so hard it ached, and her lungs so tightly she could barely breathe, but no tears came. Her eyes remained dry. She reached up and clutched the arms that held her. The long black feathers of his collar were warm on her fingers.
He lifted his left hand, for once without a glove to cover it, and the long elegant fingers reached over to delicately pluck her glasses from her nose.
"Ah!" Michiru grabbed for them. "My glasses!"
"See me." With his other hand, he cupped her chin and turned her head. "See me with your unfettered gaze, fledgling." Her eyes met his uncovered face, a face he hid from everyone but her. The eye that was scarred was closed, but the other was open and the color of crushed violets. His elegant mouth was drawn down in a frown. Behind him, his immense black wings blotted out the sky. He leaned close and his lips touched hers.
Startled, her lips parted to receive a caress from his tongue. He tasted of fresh water and midnight. He tasted...right. Following the urging of the broad hand under her chin, she shyly returned the caress.
His hand left her chin and his arm slid around her waist. He drew her back against him, off the low wall, and down onto his lap where he sat cross-legged on the roof, his wings mantled behind him.
Startled, she broke the kiss and set her hands down on his thighs, her bottom nestled against his crotch. The leather was warm under her fingers and the muscle beneath it very firm.
He cupped her chin again and turned her head to draw her mouth back to his.
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him.
He gave her a far deeper and more aggressive caress with his tongue that included a tender bite to her bottom lip.
Instinctively, she replied in kind, catching his bottom lip in her teeth gently to suckle on it.
He moaned into her mouth and his right hand slid down from her chin to her throat. His fingers unfastened the buttons on her coat, then slipped under her jacket to cup her right breast. He squeezed lightly.
She squeaked in surprise and broke the kiss to stare at his hand under her jacket and atop her clothed breast. Her heart pounded in her throat, but something low and deep inside jolted hungrily.
He rubbed her clothed breast in a slow circular motion. At her ear he whispered. "Have I frightened you?" The purr of his midnight voice slid straight down and settled deep in her belly.
Was she frightened? Her nipple was getting tight and...sensitive under his palm. Her bra made it itch. Warm curls started spilling downward and gathering in that empty and hungry place below her belly. Her mouth suddenly dry, she licked her lips. "Not- Not frightened, just..."
He sighed against her ear. It almost sounded like amusement. "Not frightened, just...?" His left hand drifted down from her waist to her knee. He pushed her leg outward and over his folded knee. He released her breast to use his right hand to press her right leg over this other folded knee, spreading her legs scandalously wide.
Leaning back against his chest, she sucked in a sharp breath and trembled, but didn't resist. She couldn't resist. Her body didn't want to resist him.
His right hand lifted back up to cup her breast and his left hand moved up her thigh to settle right above where her tall maroon stocking ended. His thumb pressed warmly against the bare skin of her inner thigh. "Still, not frightened?"
"A l-little em-embarrassed, maybe?" Actually, she was a lot embarrassed, but that didn't seem to be enough to want to make him stop.
"But not frightened?" His right hand moved down to the hem of the blouse of her uniform then slid underneath. His fingers skimmed up the bare skin of her belly to stop at the bottom edge of her lace bra.
She bit down on her bottom lip. His hand was under her blouse. Okay, that was a little scary. She twisted a bit to the right, not quite sure if she wanted to escape his fingers or not.
"Oh?" He chuckled right next to her ear. "Have I frightened you yet?"
She licked her lips. What should I do? She should stop him, that was the right thing to do, but some part of her was far more interested in seeing how far he'd go.
"No answer?" He shoved her lace bra up and off her breasts only to cover one of them with his warm palm. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh then his fingers captured a stiff and sensitive nipple.
A bolt of erotic heat pulsed through her. She gasped and grabbed onto his arm, but couldn't quite manage the resolve to pull his hand away.
He rubbed the captured nipple between his finger and thumb. "My, my... You're braver than I thought."
Erotic fire blazed straight down to her clit as though the nerves were somehow connected to her nipple. She released a startled whimper and wiggled in his lap while not quite accidentally pushing her breast more firmly into his palm.
He chuckled softly. His other hand, the one on her thigh, abruptly slid up under her skirt. Two fingers pressed right up against her cleft with only the thin cotton of her panties between her increasingly sensitive clit and his fingers.
Her entire body jolted. "Ah...!" Her knees lifted and snapped together, trapping his hand between her thighs. She grabbed onto that arm with both hands. "W-what are you doing?"
"Giving you pleasure." His fingers on her nipple tightened to delicately tug then he rubbed the swollen flesh.
The erotic ache in her nipple was echoed by a delicious jolt in her clit and a hungry clench deep in her belly. She let out a small squeak and tossed her head back against his shoulder. Her trembling knees parted all by themselves. She panted for breath and fought to think straight. "P-pleasure?"
His hand freed from her thighs, the fingers pressing against her panties began to rub up and down. "Is this not pleasurable?" His thumb joined his fingers to rub against her clit in the opposite direction.
It was pleasurable. She writhed and felt wetness begin to form under his fingers. It was too pleasurable, and yet not enough. Not nearly enough. "It's...!" Her fingers bit into his arm. It's...!" She released a long trembling moan and shuddered hard.
He leaned down to whisper against her ear. "Have I finally succeeded in frightening you?"
"You...!" She turned to glare at him, but couldn't quite stop her bottom lip from either protruding or trembling. "Y-you're teasing me!"
His brows lifted and he blinked. His fingers stilled on her. "Hmm... I suppose I am." He smiled. "Allow me to correct that." He removed his fingers only to shove his entire hand into her panties.
She gasped and froze, not quite believing what had just happened.
Bare fingers slid between her tender folds. "Oh?" His lips brushed her ear. "Someone is certainly...wet."
Even as delight and shock danced up her spine, hot embarrassment filled Michiru's face. "Don't...!" She turned away. "Don't say that!"
"Why not?" A wicked smile curled his lips. "Is it not truth?" He wiggled a finger into her opening and the pad of his thumb brushed against the bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of her moist flesh.
Her entire body clenched and her mouth opened, but not a sound came out.
Within her panties, his finger wiggled deeper into her body while his thumb rubbed against the sensitive pearl at the very top, stirring her flesh and making obscenely moist sounds. At the same time, his other hand squeezed her breast and tugged on her captured nipple.
Lightning bolts of erotic delight jolted through her, causing her back to arch. Her hips bucked against his fingers and small needy sounds erupted from her lips. Under his merciless dancing fingers, the pressure coiled and tightened in her belly. Her gasps became moans and whimpers that increased in volume and rose in pitch. Her breath caught in her throat and she froze on the precipice. She was going to...
He whispered against her ear. "Cum for me."
Something inside her abruptly clenched violently hard then released. A torrent of euphoric carnal pleasure filled her belly and burst from her lips in a scream.
He covered her mouth with his lips, swallowing the scream, stealing her breath - and shoved his finger in deep, breeching the thin membrane then going beyond.
Even while writhing under the flood of raw pleasure, Michiru felt the tear inside her, the loss of her virginity. Not because it hurt, but because it didn't. Compared to being stabbed, cut, bitten, or punched, the pain was so very small it was almost a disappointment.
Abruptly, something deep in her belly snapped and sparked. A bolt of intensity blazed upward and out of her mouth, straight into his.
Her eyes opened wide in shock.
Kurou's eyes were just as wide open - both of them. The one on the right was a dark pupil with an iris of vivid violet, but the other, the one that was normally covered and hidden, was pitch black hole of deep night with a single burning star very far in the distance.
Something inside her abruptly released, unwinding like a skein of silk delivering a wave of euphoria that washed through her. It wasn't quite as strong as an orgasm, but it was definitely pleasant. Following in its wake was the tingling sensation of every hair on her body rising then falling. She moaned.
Kurou eyes closed and swallowed as though he'd drunk something from her mouth. He released her lips and licked them. He abruptly shook his head and looked down at her with his one violet eye. "Are you all right?"
She nodded then licked her lips. "Yes, I think." She turned her hips a bit, shifting the fingers within her. She looked away, examining what she felt in comparison to what she'd heard from her classmates. "Did you just...?"
He pulled his fingers from her leaving a mild ache behind. He held them up and examined them. A small bit of blood smeared his first two fingers and his palm. "I opened you, yes."
She bit down on her bottom lip. Not quite sure what to say to that. What did one say to the man who took your virginity with his hand? "Why...?"
"To make our first joining one of pleasure, not of pain." He leaned down to press his lips briefly to her brow.
First joining... Did he mean se-? Michiru's brain went completely blank for a whole two breaths. "Oh." She frowned slightly. "Um... What was that...at the end?"
He frowned as well and licked his lips again. "It tasted like...your developing core released a part of its essence."
Michiru blinked up at him. "It did?"
He looked away. "Though I don't know how...? Being mortal, that shouldn't be possible. You shouldn't have enough to do so, though you are very close to manifestation..."
"Then you can take my dark matter?"
Kurou shook his head briefly. "No, you consume dark matter instantly. What I drank was a piece of your developing shinigami core."
Michiru shivered just a little. "M-my core? Is that good or bad?"
Kurou eyed her thoughtfully. "Good, I think. It is possible that if I drink enough of it, I may be able to keep you from...manifesting before your time."
Hope filled Michiru's heart. "Then I won't have to leave Z-Loan?"
He snorted. "That is your only concern?"
She frowned. "Is there something else?"
He rolled his eyes. "It seems...not." He shook his head. "However..."
She tilted her head to the side. "However...?"
He tilted his head thoughtfully. "It is also possible that by passing these ... portions of your reaper core to me, my core might recover...eventually."
Michiru's eyes widened. "Wait... Are you saying that taking some of my um, core will make yours come back?"
He looked down at her with a slight frown. "I have not lost the entirety of my core!" He looked away. "Merely a large portion of it." His gaze sought hers again. "So, yes, it is possible. The sharing of cores is how paired shinigami normally heal such damage. However, are you sure you want to do...this?"
Michiru smiled brightly. "If it will help you then I want to! I definitely want to! In fact, take as much as you like!"
He snorted in sour humor. "Thank you, but..." He looked off to the side and his cheeks began to turn pink. "That is... The sharing of..." He worried at his bottom lip. It was almost...cute. He abruptly blew out a soft breath and met her gaze. "It happened because you reached orgasm."
"O-oh..." Michiru felt her face warm. She lowered her gaze and plucked at the lapel of his long coat. "S-so we just have to do...um, this some m-more?"
Kurou sighed and rubbed his eyes with one hand. "Fledgling..."
Her pale brows lifted and she tilted her head to the side to look at him askance. "Yes...?"
He stared down at her. "I would gladly do more of...this with you. However..." He lowered his hand to clasp one of hers. "I am not a patient man. Are you truly prepared for what more of this means?"
Michiru frowned just a little. She was well aware that Kurou was the impatient type, especially when he wanted something, but she wasn't quite sure what he was implying. "Um...?"
Kurou lifted his other hand to cup her chin and captured her gaze. "I am asking if you are ready to give your body to me?"
Michiru's brows climbed to her hairline and her face burned with heat. "M-my b-body...?"
"Michiru-" He took her captured hand and pulled it down to press it against his crotch. "-This is what you do to me."
Under Michiru's palm a hot hard ridge pushed his pants outward. That's his...? She hadn't thought she could be any more embarrassed. She had been wrong. However, it was also undeniably exciting. She had done this to him. She excited him. It was more than a little...flattering.
He leaned closer and his voice dropped to a midnight whisper. "I want you. I want to be inside you very badly. Will you let me have you?"
She could not pull her gaze from his, nor could she resist closing her fingers around the ridge under her palm. He wanted her. He wanted her. A spat of moisture spilled from her body to soak her already damp panties. "O-okay."
His one violet eye widened. "You are willing to...with me?"
Impulsively she turned all the way around to grab onto the feathered lapels of his coat, pulled herself up, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips then pulled back to look him straight in the eye. "I... I am."
Kurou cupped the back of her head and abruptly pulled her into a demanding, devouring kiss that sucked the breath from her. Just as abruptly, he pulled back and smiled grimly. "Good because my patience has reached its limit."
Her mind still short-circuited by that last kiss, Michiru blinked up at him. "Eh...?"
~ ZL ~
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