Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ F@#k with her mind LEMON ( Chapter 9 )

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WARNING: BIG LESBIAN Sadomasochistic LEMON

 

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“Walter, I want to know everything,” Sir Integra said leaning against a table inside the observation room. She watched the dog demon from behind a two way mirror. Akane was waiting in a parlor room, pacing almost like a caged dog. She would walk along one wall, staring at the book shelves, then go to the window and look out, then back to the bookshelves. With delicate fingers she would run her hands over the backs of chairs, feeling the carved wood. Then she would catch herself and put her hands to her side and walk some more.

 

“I have been able to collect quite a bit of information from her and confirm it with historical accounts and research. She indeed is an inuyoukai, a type of demon born of nature and not Hell. She once ruled a large city state by merit of her own hand, and married the Lord of the Western lands. She gave up her titles and holdings prior to Queen Victoria and went back to being a warrior, fighting in every international skirmish since. She holds countless military awards.”

 

“Any from Her Majesty?”

 

The butler nodded in confirmation. “Under an alias. She is most known though for her writings though. She was a prolific writer of letters and poetry, a master of the haiku and sonnet. She stopped writing literature when she gave up her ladyship.”

 

“Why would she stop writing?”

 

“The Lord Sesshoumaru broke her heart. All of her poetry seems to be about him.”

 

“Ah. I see. A demon who has a heart.”

 

“And a since of humor too. She also has a kind streak a mile wide. You should hear her on the phone with her husband and sons. She is a very devoted mother.”

 

“What about her husband?”

 

“She must share him with many wives. The old ways still hold sway with their kind, though modern times are sneaking in. Lovers, concubines and multiple spouses are common. If I understood correctly, she may have been one of the first demons to ever divorce another demon.”

 

“What is her weakness Walter?”

 

“I am not sure, but I know she wishes for death by combat.”

 

Integra nodded, stood and straightened her jacket, a beautifully tailored back tuxedo suit. “Send her to the dining room and set her at a place befitting her former rank and station.”

 

“She out ranks you, Sir Integra.”

 

“Yes. I know. I want to fuck with her mind.”

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

Walter appeared and led Akane to the great dining hall, a room long and narrow with a twenty foot dining table that could be set for thirty. He pulled the head chair out, and Akane gave him a horrified look. “No Walter. What sick game is this? You dress me up like a princess and now set me in the seat of honor?”

“Sir Integra's orders, Akanesuji-sama.”

 

“Fuck,” she uttered between clinched teeth. Walter went to the door after seating her and announced Sir Integra, who took the seat next to her on the right side. Akane would not look up from the round white plates with gold trim and the handsome set of Waterford crystal.

 

“Good evening, Akanesuji-sama,” Integra said, putting a crisp linen napkin into her lap.

 

“Yes. Good evening.”

 

“You do not like how I honor you?”

 

“If it pleases you.”

 

“Yes. It pleases me greatly.”

 

Akane breathed in deep. Those words...they were so much like Sesshoumaru's, but there was no way that she would have know that. Those words had not been uttered for hundreds of years to her youkai ears. Walter poured the wine, then came with the first course, a lovely little appetizer of three sushi pieces.

 

Integra watched her eat, her small but full lips opening and taking in the fish bundles whole. “You are beautiful in the candle light,” she said, noting her precise and graceful hand movements from plate to mouth and back again. She liked everything she saw. Firm breasts, toned skin, bright glittery eyes. Her hair appeared soft like new fallen snow.

 

“Thank you,” the demon said demurely. “You are not so bad yourself.”

 

“Walter informed me that you called me beautiful. Is that true?”

 

“Yes.” Akane lifted her eyes. “I do find you beautiful.”

 

“Men's suits and all?”

 

Akane grinned. “I have worn men's attire for most of my life. I see nothing wrong with it.”

 

Integra leaned back in her chair and readjusted her seat. “I think I would not like you dressed as a man. Your curves deserve gowns and dresses.” The demon blushed, a pink overcoming her cheeks. “You are not so bold, now that we are alone.”

 

“You have placed me in this position with your gifts. I will be a lady because you have asked me to be one.” The second course was served and Akane was quick to lower her eyes to the food to avoid the stares of her dinner partner. Midway though the soup, she felt Integra's foot up against hers and she smiled to herself. This was indeed what Integra wanted, a feminine lady to be a man to. When Walter came to collect the dishes, Integra dismissed him, saying that he was not needed for the rest of the evening. The butler bowed from the waist and closed the doors behind him.

 

Integra had made her decision. The demon was too delectable to ignore.

 

The suited woman rose from her seat and stood behind the other, running her fingers though her hair to play with it's texture. It was soft like combed wool, each strand a little kinked and white...snowy white. Lifting it up from a shoulder, she ran a finger over one red stripe and then another. Chills ran over Akane, the woman's finger caressing her intimately. “Ironic, isn't it? That I would be born to die, though I want to live forever, and you were born to live forever, and yet you want to die?”

 

“Time passes by so slowly, and every living thing abandons you to fate. It is an existence of immense sadness.” Akane bowed her head. The conversation had turned to philosophy. Integra was searching for something, some hint of knowledge, but damned if Akane knew what it was.

 

“And yet you are so cheerful.” Integra pulled all of her hair behind her head and began to braid it into one large loose plait. She did it so she could see her pretty neck covered in smaller lines of red.

 

Akane confessed. “I must laugh, or else I should cry.”

 

“Laugh with me, beautiful immortal, for just this one night.”

 

“Our memory shall last into eternity.” Akane covered her hand with hers, holding it lovingly and assuredly against her cheek.

 

Integra kissed her exposed ear, making the demon sigh. She could smell a unique combination of dog and spices, a not unpleasant scent. It was like snuggling a sweet puppy or a beloved pet. She gave her hand to Akane and asked her to dance with her. Pushing a small button on the wall, a lovely waltz started from hidden speakers.

 

The two women danced silently for some time, Integra always leading the pair, Akane submitting. The dog demon was taller by an inch, but it did not stop her from resting her head on the blond's shoulder, her nose resting in the crook of her neck and strands sticking to the woman's suit like dog hair. “Come,” Integra whispered, prying her off and taking her by the hand after a few songs. “Let's go upstairs.” The second woman nodded.

 

And that was when all hell broke loose for Alucard, who could clearly see everything going on in Akane's unprotected mind.

 

In her bedroom, Integra walked around the standing demon several times, inspecting every stripe and curve. She was very satisfied with the fit of her gown, the color of her eyes, the mound of her breast. With gentleness she undid the zipper, letting the gown fall to the ground and she inspected the muscles of her back with pliant hands. Akane felt a licking tongue start from the crack of her ass up to the base of her head and she shivered uncontrollably. Integra was indeed very pleased.

 

She walked around to the front of her and began tracing the stripes again, from shoulder to breast, from ribs to belly. When she was done with her inquiries, she ran her finger from her belly button up to the diamond collar around her neck. Slipping a finger underneath it, she pulled the dog demon into a kiss, gentle at first but then hungry and wanting. “Do you like the collar I had made for you?”

 

“Yes. I look forward to your turn wearing it.” Akane returned every one of her kisses, allowing Integra to dominate her. She could smell the woman's sex dampening and calling out to her. Integra cocked a small smile, taking Akane's hands and placing them to rest above her head. “Stay,” she commanded. She kicked one of Akane's legs out and then the other so that she stood as if being frisked by a cop.

 

Integra took off her classes and threw them to the side of the room. They would only get in the way now. She had seen plenty enough to know that she liked what she saw. Taking a breast to her mouth, she began to nibble on it until her plaything was shivering and moaning, wetness dripping down her leg. With a firm hand she slapped her naked ass, forcing a louder cry from her lips. It wasn't a cry of shock or dismay, but a cry of pleasure and Integra was hooked to the sound.

 

Alucards eyes were glazing over as he and Seras sat on the couch together. His pants were tight, his hands thrust in his pockets, little unnoticed tendrils snaking around the head of his cock. Police Girl just watched the movie intently, not noticing a thing.

 

Integra slid the belt out of her men's pants after throwing her jacket to the floor. Her charge kept her eyes shut, the sound of the leather escaping from the belt loops and making her hot. Pain reminded her that she was alive. Pain was her good friend. Pain molded her into the killing beast she was today. She waited for the first good slap anxiously.

 

The blond watched the demon's breasts jiggle from excitement when she had undone the buckle. The woman before her wanted it, craved it and she would not give it to her. Running the belt up between her legs until it pressed against her sex, Integra roughly ran it back and forth, letting the juices dampen the treated cow hide. Akane hissed and arched her back. It wasn't what she had expected, but twice as good. “You are so beautiful,” the dominant one said. “So reactive.” Grabbing the belt and yanking it hard against the her sex, Akane nearly dropped to the floor in reaction, a squeal escaping her.

 

“That will not do.” Integra pushed her onto her knees and then guided her head to the floor so that her ass was sticking straight up in the air, the lovely black satin gown crumpled underneath her unceremoniously. Her hands were placed straight in front of her and like an obedient dog, she stayed that way. Kneeling beside her, Integra gave her cheek a good firm smack, and then another, and yet another. When Akane seemed to become numb to it, she rolled up her cuffs and pushed her sleeves up to deliver better hits.

 

When Integra's hands hurt, she stopped. Silent tears rolled down her face. She needed that release, wanted that release, and Akane was all the happier to take what ever she dished out. Laying her head over the dog demon's back, she thanked her.

 

“Please don't tell me you are done. I'm not done. I need more.” Akane moaned. “I need...you.”

 

Integra grabbed the demons hair forcefully with her left hand to push her face harder into the carpet, and with her right she pushed two fingers inside her warm, wet hole. Akane shook and sighed, her breath coming faster to her now. “Oh god yes!” she cried, the sensation of her hair being pulled and the firm stiffness between her legs making her flood with sensation. She was definitely alive now. Really alive. Integra pushed Akane's face into the floor hard with her body weight as she slowly fingered her. “More...please...”

 

“Are you begging me?”

 

“Yes, I'm begging you. Please more. I need more.” Her voice got louder and louder, more urgent.

 

“How much more?”

 

“What ever you can give me. I need more of you. Please.” Integra loved the way she begged. So needy, so brutally honest. The demon woman could take a lot more than a human one would, so she had no fear of hurting her seriously.

 

She added a third finger and firmed her hand up against her front wall, shaking it side to side, not in and out. Akane's legs started to quiver and buckle, her pussy tightening up around her hand. “More” she moaned, aching for what Integra was withholding. Integra pushed a little harder, covering Akane's clit with her thumb and digging into it with the pad. Akane's wiggled her crotch underneath her in an effort to pull away and suck her fingers back in her, but Integra only held firm.

 

“Don't do this to me please. Fuck me Integra. Please,” the woman on bottom cried. Tears started to roll out of her eyes, and her voice was cracking. Integra had her just where she wanted her. She pulled her hand out and inserted all of her fingers together, cramming them up into the demon, who screamed in pain and pleasure, the walls of her vagina pulsing against the hard hand. Integra didn't push much after that, but rested her hand within in her, gentle nudges making her come over and over again. Akane crumpled into a ball, her body twitching when Integra pulled out the end of her hand.

 

She felt being pushed over and turned over. Integra was looking her in the face and brushing the sweaty hair away from her forehead and cheeks. She kissed her lips lightly, allowing her catch her breath. Integra had salt stains down her cheeks, but Akane would not point them out. Slowly she brought her arms down and started to undress the human. Immediately she noticed the shiny cross was absent. It wasn't unexpected. She had left her own wedding ring too.

 

Integra allowed her to unknot her tie and unbutton her collar. For Akane it was like opening a present, something fun was bound to be inside. With a claw she started popping off buttons. The dress was crumpled up and ruined, so Akane figured she might as well destroy the other woman's clothes as well. Integra laid down on her side so that they were facing each other on the floor, allowing the other woman to sit up and hover over her a little. They looked each other in the eyes and kissed again, knowing now that it was Integra's turn to submit.

 

Alucard was growing livid. His crotch was damned uncomfortable and the child like Police Girl sat less than two feet from him, ready to squeal to his master should he attempt anything rude. He could feel the veins in his prick throbbing, the blood wanting somewhere to go. He adjusted his pants every so slightly to gain a little more room, but he still felt trapped and confined.