D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ An End to Frustration ❯ An End to Frustration ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN END TO FRUSTRATION
A 1-hr Challenge D.N.Angel Piece

By Miyu, Vampire Princess

Challenge Theme: VOYERUISM, TELL THE LEMON FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF SOMEONE WHO SAW SOMETHING NOT MEANT FOR PUBLIC VIEWING *OR MAYBE IT WAS?*

Author's Note: I really don't know if this fits into the theme for the week (I say that quite a bit don't I...but I mean it this time!). A slightly different take on voyeurism, me thinks. A short follow-up to "Blind Prurience". Even if it doesn't fit, I do hope you will enjoy. Lemon content. Standard disclaimer follows the story.




I think...I was wrong when I told him he'd awakened a monster.

"Push deeper. Harder!"

"*grunt* Like that?"

A moan. "YES!"

I was originally talking about myself. Me as the newly born sexual demon. Maybe I'm not so much the monster as he is. Dark, I mean. While he does maintain my form when we're fooling around with my girlfriend - she actually agreed to be my girlfriend! But that was before the incident in the closet! - his control is flawless. He knows just what to do, what to say, and when to do and say it all.

"I need you to move faster, Riku."

"But, I can't move well in this position."

"Please try."

Then there's me. I enjoy the coddling and lovemaking as much as he does. I like it when it's me in control. Me making her moan and writhe. It's a true feeling of power. I suppose that's why Dark enjoys it so much.

But my control is less than perfect. Many times when Riku is either giving me a hand job, or even riding me - like she is now...oh god she feels so good - I lose it too quickly. I can't hold back, even though I do try. Really I do!

I also screw up everything if I try to talk. I'm usually so incoherent that words don't form whole sentences...even half sentences. Grunting and moaning are way to let her know I'm enjoying it, but when I truly want to say how it feels to have her in my arms, in my lap, riding me like a stallion - she's moving faster! She's close! - all that comes out of my mouth is an uncivilized noise.

I try to do as he does. Attempt to be the gentleman lover who knows everything. But I'm not, plain and simple. I watch what he does: hands cupping her bottom, fingers digging into her flesh, hips rising a little higher from the ground to find fulfillment quicker. Speed matches speed and even though her inner muscles clench tightly, refusing to let go, the pace increases.

Then I watch what she does: tossing her head back, her breasts swinging as she bobs up and down over thick flesh. Her lips are slightly parted and oh so ripe for kissing. I want to kiss her, for our tongues to dance as her body finds ultimate bliss with mine. To capture her squeals of ecstasy in my throat and give her mine.

"Just a little longer...I'm going to - AH!"

But there is no kiss. Only a sloppily placed love bit to her shoulder as completion rolls over the body. While I can feel the enjoyment from Dark and experience Riku's orgasm with her as seed pours into her welcoming body, I'm left without the sense of fulfillment that's supposed to come with such an event. The overwhelming feeling of awe and relaxation that generally follows when it's over.

Sex is really no fun at all if all I get to do is watch.

Just once I'd like to be with Riku without Dark riding with me. Alone with the woman I love to prove to her that I can be as much of a man as my other self.

And as Dark tumbles into a blissful rest, I wonder if the opportunity is upon me. I should take it, even if Riku does look like she needs a nap.

'Make love to her, Daisuke. She is your girlfriend.'

'But--?!'

'I'm too tired to go on. But I think Riku is good for another go.'

Her muscles still clench around our waning erection, her hips rocking back and forth as if still trying to find that ultimate end.

'Go for it, kid. I won't hold you back.'

I really don't know what to say. Nothing else is said as Dark slowly disappears from my mind. I'm alone, back in control of my body, with a still unappeased young lady in my lap.

What the hell do I do?!?!

There are no words of encouragement from Dark this time as I can sense him sleeping in the back of my mind. He really outdid himself.

"Daisuke?"

Riku's eyelids are heavy, and she looks groggy, sleepy. But I don't think her mind is in control anymore. I know how that goes.

"Hmm?"

"I...I still feel...funny. I was...so close...."

I place a kiss on her cheek. My body begins to react to her as she continues to move in my lap. I grasp her hips attempt to stop her, but in the end, my hands only end up helping. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to stop then.

"Let me see if I can help you out." The voice sounds nothing like me. More like Dark. I know he's not in control anymore, I am. So why?

The question is all but forgotten as I think of an idea and my body puts it into motion. My hands move from her hips to her bottom, grasping the flesh firmly as I lift her. We both moan as our once needed contact is broken.

She moves as if she were a doll, me putting her into the position I want. Carefully I lay her down on her back, her hair spilling onto the lighter carpet of the floor. It forms a little halo around her head, stray strands framing her face as if to complete the picture of innocence. Well, innocence no more, really, but she's a lovely sight.

She smiles as I crawl into the circle of her arms and begin placing kisses along her shoulder. I give a special lick to the place where Dark had bitten her before caressing the angle of her neck until I reach her ear.

"Daisuke...."

My body tightens as she moans my name, over and over in an appeal for more. Giving in to her plea, my hands begin tracing lines on her body, caressing and massaging every curve, every indentation. She melts into my touch, as if I'm doing exactly as she wishes without a word being spoken.

Then she begins touching me. Oh gods do her fingers feel like heaven! On my chest, over my stomach and down further still until she grasps the half-awake object of her desire. Flames lick at my body as she grasps me in a fist, moving over and around me in a slow but steady rhythm.

But the rhythm breaks as I move out of her grasp. She mutters something incoherent in argument. All complaints are forgotten though as I lavish her breasts with attention. Pinching her nipples with my fingers, roughing them with my tongue and teeth. She gasps, then moans as I move from one to the other then back again. Her hips push upward, seeking my now engorged manhood, but I move lower still. I kiss her navel in apology before diving into the heat of her sex nose first.

Her fingers fist through my hair, holding me there and pulling me closer. But it's not necessary and I know exactly what I want to do. I want to make her scream. It doesn't take much - a flick of the tongue over her clit and my lips suckling the core of her - but I hear an even better sound as my tongue dives into her center, tasting our mixed juices for the first time.

I have to admit I wasn't really curious - or delighted - by the taste itself. The squealing, half scream, half moan it drew from her, however, was well worth the effort.

My body is now screaming for release again. I ache for her, as much as I can see she burns for me. Above her on hands and knees, she encircles my neck with her arms, her knees hitching onto my hips as her thighs part to give me passage. There are no words, no sounds as the blunt tip of my manhood presses into her already slick hole.

I watch as her eyes widen into small golf balls before closing in bliss. The smile that spreads across her lips makes my heart skip a beat. And just the intense feeling of...well, of US...is, for a moment, overpowering. Empowering. I've never felt anything like it.

Gods it's wonderful!

She's wonderful!

Our pace is slow, unhurried and I rain kisses over her cheeks, her nose, and her lips. She moves against me, keeping time with our intimate waltz. Hugging me tighter our chests come together. I should be afraid of lying on top of her, but in this position, moving inside her, outside of her, with her...I just can't describe it. I feel the strain it places on my upper arms and shoulder, but I ignore it, too enthralled by this blissful enchantment I've discovered and the newfound power I'm learning to weld.

The pace quicken, but only slightly. My thrusts are steady, pulling almost to the tip before pushing forward. She moans, kissing any part of my body she can reach. I shower her shoulder with more kisses, not even concentrating on the movement of our bodies and the rush of heat emanating from us.

I'm surprised when I see the bright lights of orgasm rushing towards me. After what felt like an eternity, but lasted only moment my body grows tenses. For a second I try to hold off, but the tightly clenching muscles around my manhood blow the thought to the four winds. She comes as I do, our joy mingling with the sweat of our bodies and combined rushed breathing.

Who knew making love like that could be such a rush?!

Hehe, I may never allow Dark to take control again.

'Hey!'

But I have to admit, watching isn't so bad, either.

I had a good teacher.

'Thank you.'

'You're welcome.'


~FIN~


DISCLAIMER:
I do not own D.N.Angel or any of the characters mentioned above. That distinct honor goes to Yukiru Sugisaki. May the gods bless you for creating such a wonderful manga! The characters and likenesses are used here without permission. No money coming in, therefore no money can go out. Sorry.