Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ The Taste of Your Life ❯ Noxious Passion ( Chapter 7 )

Declaimers: I don't own CCS characters, I took them without permission from the owner but I'm not making any profit out of this story… maybe if I change the names and the places I could but not now. So don't sue me, I don't deserve it!

Warnings: This present fanfiction contains scenes that may not be suitable for people under 18, it contains graphic sex and lots of violence so you had been warned. Though this chapter is very sweet in my point of view…

The Taste of Your Life

By Evil Karyta

Chapter seventh: Noxious Passion

A soft darkness, parted by candlelight, engulfed the room and this gentle blackness seemed to warp its loving fingers around two figures standing in the middle of the darken room. Shadow danced around the walls, playing hind and seeks with the light generated by the few candles. The sound of the wind blowing furiously behind the windows sang its horrible song to deaf ears of to lovers warped on each other. The dark curtains tightly closed on the unique two windows chasing away any light or unwanted eyes to enter the privacy of the small room. On the cold floor laid a white coat and a long black one not to far from it, seemingly forgotten.

Sakura was in the arms of her mysterious Li Syaoran kissing him fervently as if it was the only thing keeping her alive. She did not know how they ended in there but she did not mind, her brain having stop functioning a long time ago, all her concentration centred on the man holding her. The way his hand would slowly travel up and down her back burning her skin through her shirt, or the gentle feeling of his careful fingers ever so gently caressing her soft cheek seemed drove her more senseless than she was before. The simple fact of having him this closes driving her insane and completely forgetting of any consequences.

Li was close to the forbidden heaven he had dreamed of, holding an angel in his arms. The angel he had lust for, desired since the first time he had lead eyes on her. Her delicate hands playing in his hairs, making him shiver and grunt in their passionate embrace. How a simple touch of her could drive him so mad with hunger appeared to him a question to complicated to solve. He had dragged her to his home in a blur to anyone who would have see them, almost flying there, keeping her trapped in his arms where she willingly stayed. Every little feelings he had kept in the bottom of his soul for the last few months being released and crashing over them like a storm and nothing could stop him now not god would even dare to part them.

His hands on her back went to her bosom, fingers battling with buttons to get rid of the white shirt with imprints of pink cherry blossoms petals letting the soft fabric fall to the cold floor. He caressed her bare arms with the tips of his fingers amazed of how it felt on his skin, nothing near to the feelings he got during his dreams. Each time his hand would touch her, it was as if all his past pain would be relived out of him. Just like that, a small relive from hells fires burning in the bottom of his soul. He finally left her mouth to travel down toward her chest following the path of her jaw line to her ear and down to her collar bone, his hand busied with her soft back, pressing her closer to him. He could hear her soft moans, feel her hand in his hair and the other one going down his torso to the bottom line of his black t-shirt and swiftly gliding inside the loosen fabric teasingly tickling his hard flesh.

He grunted in desire against her skin, filling his hunger for the woman growing in intensity. How can I resist you, my cherry blossom… everything you do brought me one step closer to the edge… Her light touch carelessly waved down his chest, following the path of his ribs, sending shivers of pleasure through him. Her sweet sent of honey and cherry flowers circling him, clouding his sense, pushing him further into his blinding passion. All was just feeling, left to their basic instincts, like two wild animals seeking for some comfort in the arms of the other.

Sakura felt her shirt slowly drift off of her with the feathery touch of the silk fabric of it and the burning sensation of Li's finger tips. She felt her skin get electrified by the gentle touch of her lover as he followed her curves, is fingers lingering slowly on her sensitive flesh making her shiver in delight. Her breathing came out in soft whispers of airs going in and out of her lungs making Syaoran fell as if he was on the verge of ecstasy. As she felt his lips nibbling her shoulders she bent her head down to reach him, dropping light feathery kisses along the flesh of his nape awaking more sleeping nerves and making him fell even hungrier for her.

Her arms were warped around him, one circling his neck, the other resting on his hips, both trying to support her weakening body as more and more wonderful sensations ran through her excited flesh. Each and every thoughts were slowly erased from their mind, their gestures co-ordinated by that primary part of their brain, the other parts to engrossed into feeling each caresses, each touch of the lips, each erratic breath.

Somehow, they were now laying on the bed, Li's careful hands following the soft curves of her body and reaching behind her back as his gentle lips glided across her chest. Her hands were caressing his nude back and she wondered how did his shirt disappear so quickly without her noticing it. But soon the thought was chased away from her mind because of a wonderful wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried her pleasure to anyone to hear as Syaoran sucked expertly on her breasts, sanding waves after waves of delectation through her, submerging her in ecstasy.

His hands were working down on her, reaching her legs, sizing her left thigh and rising it to his waist as his lips slowly worked their way down to stomach. His other hand was busy trying to push the button of her jeans out of the slit, bringing the zipper down on his way as pulled the clothing away from her. She marvelled at the simple touch of his skin against hers, never really aware of what he was doing at the moment until she felt it like a thunder bolt cursing through her body. But it was nothing compared to what he was about to give her, the pleasure she would feel soon will outcast any of the previous one, crushed to mere tickles.

Li was enjoying every little breath, moves or moans that she would express. He never thought possible to gain pleasure from someone else delight. It brought him a feeling of completeness that he never experienced before, all the demons hunting him down were pulled away from him by her heavenly radiance. He felt human again, as if he had never killed, never destroyed and lived so long, a simple mortal laying in bed with a green eyed goddess.

Her delicate hands were playing with his rebellious manes as he slowly made his way to his destination. The thought of her blissful cries echoing on the walls of his apartment making him almost impatient, but he fought against it, remaining gentle in all of his loving moves. His fingers were tracing the path of his lips down her chest to her stomach, as he reach the edge of her underwear, he went up but his fingers kept on going further down, sliding under the small piece of clothing. He passed through the soft curls as his burning kisses closed on her mounds once again making her shiver and moan. Without the tiniest warning, he allowed his fingers to plugged into her soft core, she screamed in surprise and delight wanting more as he started to build something inside of her.

He was nowhere near done with his teasing, wanting to hear her begging for him to get her. He kissed across her chest once again but this time he went right to her flower, the underwear gone somehow in the way. He brought his mouth over her, blowing softly into her, making her wild with desire for him. He lift his eyes to see hers, they were closed, hiding her lights from him, trying to hold what was left of her sanity as he pursued on his ministration. Something hot and wet stroked her and she felt her body convulse, holding to much pleasure inside and trying to find a way to expulse it out of her. One of her hand were fisted into the black linens trying to get her to hold herself up but failing miserably in its attempts.

She never felt anything like this before and she wanted it to keep on forever. All of her thoughts were caste far away in the tingles of her mind replaced only by Syaoran and the wonders he did to her. At first, he was only linking her as if she was the sweetest thing he ever tasted and now he was hungrily sucking on her numb, casting pleasure all over her, making her wave in her bliss as she cried out her enjoyment.

He felt pleased by her reactions to his doing and it encouraged him to be even more pleasing as he damped two fingers into her, mimicking what he would soon be doing and driving her closer and closer to release. He was amazed at how sweet she tasted, and he find himself wanting more of it. She was now following his movement, unconsciously trying to extract as much pleasure as she could showing him that she was almost there, so he stopped. It was time, he could no longer wait. He needed her so much that it hurt physically.

The rest of his clothing disappeared from his body just as mysteriously as the rest of her own. He let his hands roam around the luxurious curves of her body as he slowly got himself above of her. As he pushed inside of her, he caressed her forehead with the tips of his fingers, pushing away her silky locks of honeyed hairs feeling them stroke his hand like the touch of feather. Her emerald pools locked with his spinning ones getting the both of them into a trance like state as he kissed her deeply, his gaze supporting hers. Time seemed to stop as he pushed into her, breaking through her innocence, taking a part of her to him. Right and wrong were reversed at this precise moment, heaven and hell had crashed together in an alluring bolt of pleasure mixed with pain. Black and white combined into one forming a universe where nothing was wrong and nothing was right, where only feeling were allowed to survive.

They moved in harmony, dancing the dance as old as time itself. He was all over her just like she was holding into him, kisses, caresses and tight embraces were all they could manage to do. Their breathing in perfect synchronism as the crashed into each other, wanting the other to feel just as wonderful as the other was. Their inhaling and exhaling getting heavier each passing second as their body tried to compress as mush pleasure as it could. Her legs were warped strongly around him, allowing him to dive deeper into her as she squeezed him unconsciously driving the both of them always one step closer to their made up heaven. That place were there was no murders to survive, no crave for blood, no lustful men to take an angel down from kingdom come, only blissful pleasure shared with the loved one.

And they reach it, together with one powerful crash of seemingly never ending pleasure lashing over them, exploding inside of their cores, souls somehow united. They cried their rapture to gods and devils to hear, they had attained the perfection they had craved for, blind to any pain surrounding them. Li fell lifelessly beside Sakura, exhausted to no end. Never had he felt such happiness as he was feeling now, having his angel lying breathlessly next to him, covered in a thing liner of sweat, on of her beautiful hand resting on her chest above her heart, a loving smile covering her swollen lips. Such a beauty, and to think that she was all his, it brought him almost to the verge of crying.

He felt something tugging at his lips, a new sensation, something he could not recall having felt before his death neither now. She turned her head toward him, her soft smile still attached to her lips seemed to grow even more as she looked at her lover. He was smiling, for the first time in hundred years, he had smiled a real, hurtful smile. It was the last thing she saw though cause her eyelids felt heavily above her sparkling eyes and felt to a peaceful slumber. Syaoran's smile grew wider at such innocence, he was relived that he had not taken to much from her.

Than realisation sank into him. She was sleeping there next to him, not aware of the consequences it would occur to him when he would awake the next night. He could somehow forget who she was and take her and that he did not want it to happen. He lovingly passed his hand over her forehead, caressed her cheek and kissed her. She murmured happily into her sleep and he smiled even more. He did not only lusted for her, he loved her, and he knew it now. Nothing was ever going to happen to this little one.

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It was way passed two in the morning, all was darkness in silence into the apartment. Only the sound of the usual electronics would be heard, giving to the room a sort of post apocalyptic feeling, as if all human kind had disappeared form the face of the earth. Then, in the stillness the sound of a window being opened resound through the rooms in a silent roll. The ice wind blew through it, lifting the curtains into a wild dance as a dark figure leaped into the place.

Li carried his beloved into her room, warped into one of his bed sheets, like a blanket of blood around her sleeping body. He gently put her down on her bed and warped more sheets around her. He passed a hand through her tangled hairs, loving the feeling of it on his fingers, and bent down, kissing her still lips will dropping something on the pillow next to her. His eyes followed her loving form up and down one more time before forced himself to leave her side. How much did he wanted to wake up next to her at down, when the sun would have hidden behind the earth, leaving him to the darkness with his newly found source of light. But he cared too much for her to risk killing her at his rise.

As he stepped out of the window, closing it to prevent anymore cold to penetrate the room, the moon appeared from behind the clouds casting it's milky rays toward the sleeping flower. It was as if it was blessing her, already allowing her to live into the darkness. As if it was destined to be made this way.

The night slowly faded into day, giving into the sun's ray shooting through the window, hitting the sleeping woman as if wanting to protect her or destroy her. Shall she become one of them, the world would no longer be as the way it was today. Would hope shine in the darkness of the damned, can it glow just as powerfully when covered by the blood of the innocent?

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to be continued… … …