Duel Masters Fan Fiction ❯ Black Love ❯ Devil's Confession ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

Chapter 7

Devil's Confession

 

Anita was in that terrible paradox between asleep and awake. When you feel like you are still in a dream, yet half-aware of your surroundings. Her body was swaying, her head lolling about, stuck in the middle void of dream. A warm feeling was curled around her shoulder. Was this still part of the dream? It felt too real and yet too fantasy.

 

“Anita. Anita.” The voice whispered and urged. Yet the worst thing of all being in that central point of slumber is when it all whiplashes into reality. She knew that voice, the voice of silky nightmares. She was ripped from that blissful fantasy and jolted upright, smashing her skull with Kyoshiro's. He groaned slightly, holding his head to restrain the blunt pain. She tried to move her body as quickly as possible, yet the surge of nature mana made her use muscles that humans never use, and she was painfully exhausted and just the act of sitting up set bursts of pain inside her. She hid her flinch and tried to shove Kokujo from the bed, but it was as useful as attempting to light a damp match. He caught her weakly flailing arm and held it with firmness, but not unkindly. “No not even try to move after using twenty-one mana orbs in just a few minutes.” His tone was neutral with a tinge of caution. “No sempai could ever do that; it'd be the end of them. I guess you are truly a Kaijudo master.” He huffed slightly. “How wrong I was indeed, but alas I had not faced a female duelist in a great time, let alone a master.” She was sick of this derision.

 

“Just shut up and make it quick!” she blurted, sending pain in her chest. He looked taken aback and his crimson eyes narrowed. He took her right hand into his own and rubbed it fondly.

 

“Why would I waste such rarity like you to death like all the others? The laws of my land are to survive at all costs, fight to live, and live to fight. Endure all hardships so you can die fighting, a true honor. You endured countless horrors for one goal: Revenge upon me. Your determination is prized in these hellish lands. Sempai after an hour here already go mad and wish for death. Even masters don't fare well here. It gets lonely here, nothing but faceless dolls with no mind and soul for company.” Kokujo looked up as if talking to the sky, like a phantom loomed overhead them. His face was contorted into a pensive and longing look. His eyes will occasionally swish in their socket as if in a trance, but he was very much aware. Anita just stared dumbfounded. Was he implying she should turn toward the dark? His chest released a great sigh, sending his blue bangs waving in his breath. He began to stroke her hand with his fingers. “Such power in this hand.” He looked down at her; she pulled up the sheet to cover her bareness. He pulled the hand close to his face and brushed his lips across it. The hairs on her neck stood high. “You're angel with a devil's determination. It's quite a turn on.” She gasped and tried to pull her hand back; he clamped on hard and was pulled onto her. Her breathing shuddered as he was in a controlling position on her. “Anita, you valkryie of Heaven and Earth! I love you!” She placed his lips upon hers, taking in every curve of them. He pushed forward, placing her head in the pillow. The thin satin and silk sheets were what separated Anita from being violated once again. He made soft breathing noises as he repeatedly rested kisses on her. He whispered in her ears, “Your lips are sinfully amazing.”

 

“Well, sins are forgiven,” she responded weaker than planned, his tenderness mesmerizing her. He lifted up her chin and planted firmer sins on her. He made soft gasps every time he drew back slightly to place deeper contact on her. “Ko...ku...jo,” she whimpered softly. He opened his eyes to gaze upon her for he knew she had more to say. “I love you, you evil angel.” He smiled with her words, a sincere and desiring smile. His gaunt features softened, and his eyes became more vivid.

 

“I want to release my angel free,” he spoke seductively, placing cool satin on her eyes. He then tied the sash in a knot to blindfold her. “I trust you, and this shall prove you trust me.” She felt more vulnerable then she ever had been, even when she was chained. Her senses became keen. You inhaled Kyoshiro's unique scent, like black licorice. She heard him as he pulled away the covers that kept her safe. She felt his nakedness against hers. The most amazing feeling came to her as he parted her lips with his swift tongue. He rolled it around the inside of her lips. He slowly preceded onward, his tongue massaging hers. Her tongue remained placid, for she had no prior kissing experience, let alone a mingling of tongues. Kokujo was her first kiss, first love, and first to take her. He moaned softly in her mouth, stroking her lily breasts. Her virgin pink nipples became erect. He exited her mouth gently and began curling his swift tongue around them. While he teased on with his slithering tongue, he's caress the other one with his fingers. He switched sides when he was satisfied that is was properly teased. She ran her hands through his voluminous midnight-blue hair. It was amazingly smooth and soft for the exception of the very tips. He ran his tongue down her cleavage, making her back arch. He placed his hand under her spine. “How am I fairing, my sweet devil?”

 

“You evil angel, I've being bombarded by bliss,” she moaned and her knees bent slightly, much to his pleasure. He licked down my stomach, slowly approaching her nether region. He stroked her inner thighs, causing her flower to be soaked in her dew of lust. He inhaled it in deeply, his length throbbing with arousal to the point of madness. He restrained his emotions and rubbed a finger on her moist lotus petal. She moaned aloud, squirming in the bed. He began to separate her petals to reveal her rosebud of pleasure. He slowly stimulated it with his thumb. She gasped loudly and Kokujo had to hold her down from her writhing in nirvana. He brushed his lips and nose against it, making her hips slowly rise upwards from the pressure. His long bangs tickling it madly. He placed the entirety of it in his mouth and the sucking began. She was too ecstatic to shout his full name. The only she could make out from her lips was, “Oh, Ko!” His tongue swirled around it in circular motions, reversing directions occasionally.

 

“I-I can't take it much more,” he begged. His lust began to drip with pre-cursor fluids.

“Let me have you, please!” He placed her hips unto his.

“I'm all yours, my love.” He nodded and began to enter slowly, letting her savor his girth and wholeness. A faint groan came from them. He began to make a rhythm of thrusts. He grew very slowly faster and harder. She arched her back, screaming with every push. He then became rapid and wild. He grunted with each powerful thrust, sweat pouring down his muscular back. He felt his fluids were becoming more and more difficult to withhold. He gripped her hips and slammed her into his as he proceeded. She had to yell, it wasn't possible to hold the amazing peaking within her. Kokujo was drenched in her fluids and he released his seed within her. “Amazing, Kyoshiro.” He pulled out slowly and fell against the bed next to her. He removed her blindfold to gaze upon her tree-leaf green eyes. They were exhausted in unison. He pulled her to his chest and she could feel his pumping heart. “I love you, Kokujo.” He brushed her sweat-soaked hair from her face.

“I love you Anita, my benevolent devil,” he crooned. Her eyelids fell and he sighed with happiness. Such a rare emotion for him, and it would stay rare. The walls crashed upon them and a grand light filled the room. They felt the deathly feeling of nothingness.