Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Seed ❯ Chapter 11

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/Sotsu Agency, Bandai, etc. etc.

This is a looong chapter (10 pages not including the disclaimer and warnings). I was going to split this up into two chapters, making the lemon part of chapter 14 but I told ya guys it would be in 13 and so that's where it stayed. So the 1xR lemon is finally here for those of you who've been waiting.

Now on with the warnings: The sex in this chapter is very dark as far as being gruesome and bloody. The means by which Heero takes Relena's virginity might be a little disturbing to some but it's something I've wanted to incorporate into my at least one of my fics ever since I started writing lemons 3+ years ago, and I'm thrilled I was finally able to use it in a context where it would not necessarily stick out or be considered too strange.

Can't think of anything more to say about this chapter other then I hope whoever braves this enjoys it.

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Another week had gone by and the restlessness in Relena's being had only gotten worse. Her stomach hungered for blood, her mind hungered for action, and her sex hungered for lust, overruling her heart that she knew only hungered for Heero.

He'll never come back to me. And I can no longer wait. And it was that mode of thinking and yearning desire that had brought her the five hundred, fifty-six miles into town.

She stepped into the tavern, which was more spacious on the inside then what it looked like on the outside, dressed in a most revealing dress made of thin dark blue linen. Its skinny black straps were pulled tight across the bodice, tied delicately just above the center of her breasts drawing attention to the slightly pushed up firm globes of flesh.

Feigning innocence to the male eyes that laid upon her as she entered, Relena squared her shoulders and walked calmly over to a small booth in the corner and sat there, her eyes scanning the bar, finally settling on a young, strong looking man with ginger red hair and green eyes that sparkled like emeralds.

His face was chiseled and his chin was cleft, though not severely so, not that she focused much on it when she was admiring his tall, lean form and toned muscles. She scanned his mind and found that he was the type of man that got by on very little sense or cleverness. Good. I need someone a little naïve considering this is my first time ever doing something like this. She steadied her breath and raised her eyes up until they locked with his, her powers of persuasion worked quickly and was immediately up, and walking over to her, sitting across from her when he reached her table.

"Don't have much money, but I might be able to afford you for a few hours."

Relena blushed deeply and fluttered her eyes, forcing tears to well up in their corners.

"Do I really look so bad? I would never wear such a dress, but you see, my horse a few hours ago bucked me and my dress was badly torn and when I made it into town the shops were closed and the girls at the local brothel, they were kind enough, too…oh my I am so horrible…I don't even have a place to stay!"

Relena then covered her hands over her face and sobbed, her playacting of the innocent girl taking over, causing the natural male tendency in the man to protect and help a weak woman overtake in his mind. He rose from his seat only to sit back down beside her, his arm around her shoulders attempting to console her.

"Hey, hey, now, it's all right. I'm sorry I assumed the worse of you, it's just, that I've never even thought of taking a whore, not that you are one, um, anyway, you just looked so beautiful over here, I, couldn't resist. Please don't cry. I'll buy you a drink or something to eat."

Relena sniffled away her tears, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief that he had offered her. "No, no, they fed me as well at the brothel, but I was too frightened to stay there. I am very cold and so frightened. Please," she pressed her body into his and curled her arms around his waist, "I just want a warm place to sleep…I'm so very tired…and you seem like such a nice man…do you think…?"

"Of course, of course, here, I'll take you to the room right now." She allowed him to assist her to her feet and leaned against him even more as they made their way up the stairs.

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Eyes closed and fingers lacing together his hands that rested before him, Lord Treize Kushranada could no longer take the moaning, sobbing cries of his wife any longer.

"So she is dead. Do you think I not mourn her passing, Anne? I swore to take my vengeance on that half-breed brother of mine who killed her and I will, but your constant blubbering over something that cannot be changed is getting old and irritating to my ears, you look pathetic and sound even more so…I can't even stand to look at you right now."

He then left the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving his queen in despair and depression.

"I hate you Treize. I was an idiot when I gave up love to wed you." She wiped the back of her left hand over her eyes, her mind wandering back to the days before she had even become the queen, her mind settling particularly on one man in general. You never would have treated me cruelly as does my lord Treize…you were always so kind and understanding, even if you were just a human…damn my vanity…pride…lust for power…I should have left with you …my love…my Trowa.

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"Hey, have you seen Eena around?"

"Why would I even be wanting to look at that monster? And you, by continuing to call her Eena instead of Relena you are only adding to the delusion that she is still your friend."

Duo cracked his knuckles as he cracked his neck, nearing his blonde haired cousin who was six years his senior. "Listen. I've sat back and listened to you insult her for far too long. I think now is the time to shut you up about her."

Quatre stared intensely back at the younger man whose hair was loosened from his braid having just washed it. "So you would threaten and fight your own family to defend her honor? See, she has already poisoned you."

"That's it!" Duo pulled his cousin up by the collar and pressed him against the wall. "She's part of the only family I've ever known…grown up with her…she's not what you think she is."

Quatre scoffed, almost spitting in Duo's face. "Yes, poor you, growing up in an orphanage with no knowledge of your existence or who you truly were!"

The blonde pushed against the brunette breaking away from his hold. "I would love to have such memories! To be able to fall asleep and dream without having flashbacks of watching my family killed, my kingdom burned and stolen, it's people left raped and discarded like the trash that vampires think they are! I was there and I witnessed it all so do not even try to tell me how wrong it is for me to feel how I feel! Vampires are all alike whether full-blooded or half-breeds and when I am once again upon my throne I will set out a campaign to rid the entire world of every one of the heartless killers, and if it must start with your precious childhood friend, then, so be it!"

His breathing was heavy even as his temper was calming, still he continued. "But the question is, when that time comes whom will you choose, your friend who can only take your blood, or, your family who shares the same blood? Whatever you decide is fine, though I'll warn you now, I'll not show mercy to any who sides with them."

Duo was left stunned into silence, watching as his only relative storm off into the darkness of the woods. He felt tears begin to run down his cheek as even now the war between loyalty to Relena and loyalty to family began to wage inside him. "Damn it, Eena. Why do you have to be what you are?"

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Within minutes, Relena found herself in the strange man's room, standing before him, fighting the bloodlust in her veins from coming out too soon.

"The floor will be good enough for me, miss, you can have the bed."

So very, very handsome and, so very, very gullible, which is good because I'm a lousy liar. Guess I must make my move now, she thought as she spun around to face him, her skirts gracing the floor as she did. "No, no, I couldn't possibly…you've been so kind…I can never repay you…except with…this."

Relena then backed two steps away from him, as her thin, graceful fingers began to pull at the ties of her bodice, until the gown was loose enough to slide easily down her body and to the floor. She watched the man's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed slowly, thinking of how he had a very slender neck for a man. Her gaze then broke from the spot only to capture his line of vision.

"Please, I've never, before…but I so want to…with you."

She could feel the blood racing to his beating heart and smell the sweat of his body as it began to drip from his pores as he stuttered his words.

"B, but I, I th, thought…"

Before he could even exhale further, she was upon him, kissing him guiding their bodies towards the dusty, cold bed.

The man groaned as instinct took over his shyness and his hands began to paw at her body just as his teeth and tongue began to assault it as well.

Relena cried out soft moans of her own as she found herself pinned under the tall man, allowing him to lead for now and think he was in control…if only he knew.

But little did she know…

Heero brushed off the dirt from his cloak before stepping into the doors of the tavern he had visited so often in his many years. He strode over to the bar and took a seat, trying to figure out the feeling of a familiar presence. Probably some slut I fucked a few times is here, he thought as he ordered a pint of grog. Hope this tastes better than last time.

Just as he was about to bring the stein up to his lips his ears picked up the voice of one of the waitresses, who was only two feet away from him, speaking to the barkeep.

"Did you see who left this handkerchief behind?"

Ending a rather large yawn the older man replied. "Simons, I believe, was consoling some poor lost girl with it. They went upstairs last time I seen them."

Normally Heero would not have thought anything of their conversation if his sense of smell did not pick up a particular scent. Interested all of a sudden, he set his drink down.

"Let me see that." He ordered gruffly snatching the piece of white cloth from the woman before she could protest. He then, cupped it over his nose and breathed deep. It's her all scent all right, but mingled with…whoever the hell he is I'll kill him if he touches her!

His mind snapped and his vampire blood began to race through his body, overwhelming him and causing him to spring up from his seat, not caring when his arm knocked over his stein of grog. For he only had one focus on his mind now and that was to get to Relena and get off of her the man who dared touch her.

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Wufei lay awake in his bed, but not alone as he held in his arms his life mate, Sally, the tips of his fingers smoothing through the soft strands of her dark gold hair. It was a simple act he had preformed so often that it had become an unconscious thought, a habit, he did not wish to break.

"You need not worry about her."

Sally closed her eyes and concentrated on the heat of her husband's body, always having found a calming force whenever she touched him.

"I know, I shouldn't, but, we've never had children of our own, so I feel as if those we take in do become our children, so I cannot help but feel motherly towards them, to love each…I know you think I sound ridiculous."

Wufei snorted softly and smiled as he kissed his wife's forehead. "Then I would have to say that my own feelings are just as ridiculous, for they mirror yours exactly, in a fatherly way, of course."

Chuckling in her rasping breath, Sally slid her body over top of his completely, straddling him as she sat upright, looking down at him. "Of course, you are a man, after all."

She lost her breath as she felt him pull her down before flipping her over so that she was below him, his smile still present, as was the twinkle of lust in his eyes. "And never you forget it, woman."

"Never, ever, ever." She sighed huskily and sensuously as she allowed him to take her in a kiss, a kiss that she knew would lead to so much more.

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The strange man was hovering over a naked Relena, aligning himself with her to gain entry when he was startled by a loud bang and a pair of rough, violent hands grasping at his bare shoulders pulling him away from the woman as if he were nothing more than a rag doll.

Stunned and with the wind knocked out of him he scanned the room with blurry vision, seeing that the door itself had been practically ripped off the hinges, though that did not frighten him as much as what he saw directly in front of him. One very angry looking man, who was just as tall as he with yellowish eyes that obviously held an immense hatred for him, why he knew not, until he heard him speak.

"You didn't know she was my woman, so I'll let you live, maybe."

Whimpering a word that sounded like mommy, the man scrambled to his feet, grabbing what clothes of his he could, but before he could make it all the way out the door he was jerked back once again and slammed to the wall, unable to take his eyes from that of the other man.

"You will remember nothing of this, Simons. It was merely a nightmare." Still holding him by the throat he walked him over to the open window and thrust him out, dangling him over the ground. "You were sleep walking and woke up naked in the brush. Understand?"

Simons could not help but agree, his mind being influenced.

"Good," Heero replied, "and this two-story drop will cause you no pain either, well not much." And with that closing statement Heero dropped the man, smiling in satisfaction.

"How dare you!" The Demon Stalker then felt a lightweight on his back and a pair of long sharp nails digging into his shoulders; he realized it was Relena.

"You've no right to tell me who I can drink from nor who I can fuck!"

He turned around the best he could and held her at bay despite the fact that she was still beating him and cursing at him.

"Damn you! I do not belong to you, or anyone! I didn't even think you cared, you bastard! Leave me alone! I'm sure there are other women here that'll…"

She never got to finish her sentence, for it was brought to silence by Heero's mouth upon hers, devouring every last syllable.

Her eyes were wide and her body wanton but still she fought back, determined not to make this an easy lay for him, he would pay for the months of anguish he had caused her.

He tore away from her with a scream, clasping his mouth, tasting the blood from his own tongue that she had bitten, though her abuse didn't stop there. Her hand snapped forward, her nails making a direct hit across his cheek, breaking the skin leaving behind zigzag lines that bled as well.

Heero was then forced to hunch forward onto his knees as the ball of her foot made accurate contact with his groin; and all the while she assaulted him physically she was bombing him with crude words and names.

Heero said nothing, remaining still. She may have caught him off guard and stunned him, but his senses were quickly returning and his years of experience over her would aid him in overcoming her.

Like a tightly coiled spring he leapt forward to where she stood, grabbing her legs and swinging her up over his right shoulder.

"Calm the hell down or, do you want to draw attention to us?" He yelled at her before flipping her back over causing her to slam down onto her back into the bed. She tried to rise but he was quicker and stronger and pinned her easily, looking into her face for the first time in months.

She was breathing heavily as beads of sweat formed on her skin, making stray strands of honey-brown hair stick to various parts of her opalescent face and body. He noticed that the sea green pools of her eyes were amber gold, and that her teeth were now fanged and pointed. She wore the face of a vampire, just as he, and she never looked so beautiful to him.

He succeeded in stealing another kiss from her, despite her protesting body as it bucked and kicked underneath him. Never before had he ever had to fight a girl to bed him, but then Relena was not an ordinary girl, even for a half-breed. She was alive with passion and fire, stubbornness and strength that amazed him as well as aggravated him, she was his only weakness and he knew it and feared it as well.

"Why? Why the hell now?" She spat at him, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body no longer fighting, involuntarily surrendering to the need for him to be with her.

"Does it matter? I'm here aren't I? You've proven me wrong. So why question it, Princess Relena Peacecraft."

The anger deflated from her somewhat, replaced by shock. "You, know…"

"Yes I know. You are the daughter of the one who I've hated my entire life."

Her anger was quickly returning and she began to struggle again. "So you've come to defile me and murder me for the sins of one who I've come to hate myself? I'll not let you! I'll kill you!" She dug her nails into the side of his face that had been left unharmed and dug her left big toe right below his ribs. He yelped a cry of pain and was weakened just enough for her to push him off of her and onto his back where he ended up on the floor.

She then flashed to her feet, whipping out the knife that Heero had kept on a small belt sheath and held it to her shoulder, it's tip pointed towards Heero throat while she straddled him. In a flashing instant she brought down the knife, only to intentionally miss its mark and end up embedded into the wooden floor breaths away his right temple.

"Damn it why can't I kill you?" She chocked out a sob through her whispered curse, covering her hands over her face to force back her tears.

Somewhat still dazed Heero looked at her, his face and body returning to that of a normal human as he sat up, scooting her down until she was straddled over his thighs. He gently grasped her wrists with his hands and tugged them even more gently away from her face.

"For the same reason I cannot kill you."

She caught his gaze through her red rimmed, eyes, their color once again that of green-blue, her mind questioning if he meant what she thought he meant. But right now she did not care, she only wanted to be near him, to feel him, to love him and have him love her. She whispered his name as she threw her upper body forward, nuzzling her face onto his shoulder.

He spoke back her name just as softly as she had spoken his, weaving his fingers into her hair, easing her back until her face was tilted upward, just enough for him to press his lips to hers and gain entry into her mouth, which wholly accepted his tongue.

As there kiss deepened and their hands began to explore each other's bodies it was only a matter of seconds before they found themselves once again back up on the bed, with Heero trying desperately to shed his own clothing in a hurry to touch Relena's nude skin with his own.

When that deed was finished and he was as naked as she, they began their lover's dance with Heero taking lead as his kisses left the vicinity of her face and neck and ventured lower onto her breasts.

Through a held gasp, Relena spoke his name, her body trembling, a little in fear, but mostly in delight and anticipation of what was to come by Heero's hands.

Knowing that she was innocent in body, if not in mind, the bastard son of a vampire lord took it as slowly as he could, but vowing not to hold back all of his knowledge on how to satisfy a woman.

He lightly suckled and bit one of her nipples at first, while one hand smoothed down her clammy warm skin to delve into the slick, smooth folds of her lower lips. She sighed and moaned in pleasure begging him to continue, which he did as his mouth moved over to her other breast, applying the same skills as he had done to the other.

Her hands however did not remain idle as they forged their own way over the many bumps and valleys of his lean muscles that were the landscape of his back, shoulders and buttocks. Smooth, heated landscape that disappeared slowly from her fingertips as he slid even farther down on her person until his head was parallel to that of womanhood.

His tongue extended out of his mouth, slipping through his teeth and lips to smooth horizontally the entire length of her slit, focusing then, solely on the hardening fleshy nub that resided at the very top.

Relena arched her back and cried out softly, her fingernails scraping Heero's scalp as he feasted there upon her, his teeth nibbling, his tongue bathing, but nothing could ever had prepared her for what was to happen next.

Tasting the sweet tartness of her fluids from her orgasm Heero decided to chance the next step, bringing into her a single finger of his left hand that had until then been stroking the inside of her left thigh. He told her to relax and breathe as she tensed from the invasion of his single digit, taking his time as he eased it up inside of her.

When it was then nestled he turned it slightly, bringing the tip of his finger into a the shape of hook, only to extend it, then bend it once more, repeating the motion for a minute or so before inserting a second finger, noticing this time Relena's discomfort was even lessened.

Kissing his way back up her body he was once more staring into her eyes, contact that he refused to break even as he kissed her again, sliding into her yet another brother of the two that were inside of her.

Relena fisted the strands of Heero's hair that she held onto even tighter as she felt herself stretching further, feeling at the moment more pressure than pain, more pleasure than discomfort, tensing only briefly as she felt an instantaneous sharp ache, knowing that Heero had broken the last shred of innocence within her. He continued to move, his fingers twisting and hooking, until she was once again brought to the heights of ecstasy and even more release. Only then did he withdraw them from her, easing them up slowly through the air until they reached his lips, her virgin blood still running down, in between their crevices.

His tongue darted out then, and slowly licked the entire length of his fingers, tasting and taking the blood into his mouth as she watched him, totally captivated by the act and turned on even more so.

She took the initiative then and leaned forward, slinking her own tongue out, sharing with him sweetness, the purity of the red liquid. His hand then slid out from between their lips so that their mouths could come together yet again. Relena pushed against him, needing more of him, wanting to take the lead, which he allowed her to do.

Once on his back she laid her body over top of his, supporting her weight by her outstretched arms, leaving the kiss, to begin independent ones of her own. Focusing across his jaw and cheek where she licked the not quite dry blood of the lacerations that she had caused him earlier. She grew even more excited as she felt the intake of his breath as her sex parted for him, taking into it all of his girth, clear to the hilt, with a wanton moan of her own.

The forsaken princess began to ride him then, straightening to an upright position, relaxing her shoulders back so that her breasts jutted forward, making them assessable to Heero's open hands to palm and caressing fingertips to flick and pinch in torturous delight.

Her thrusts became more erratic and faster paced, the constant barrage of sensations overwhelming her, forcing her to lean forward against his chest, though she did not cease her thrusts.

"Stay with me, Relena."

"I will, Heero, I just feel, so weak."

Taking the brunt of their weight Heero eased himself to a sitting position, halting their lovemaking, but making sure that they remained united. He held her head between his two hands and kissed her lightly.

"Vampires or humans, the first time for a woman can be quite tiring." He brought up one of his hands to his neck and with its index finger's nail he sliced a shallow slit down his jugular, just enough for a few drops of blood to seep through. "Drink it Relena. You need the blood. Don't worry, I have enough strength for both of us."

With hooded eyes and a look of disbelief she shook her head, but found he would not take no for an answer as he pressed her face forward into his neck, never even flinching when he finally felt her fangs prick him before sinking fully in.

Heero's eyes rolled into the back of his head, euphoria and lust entering his body once again, yet denying his own bloodlust and reeling in his transformation as best he could. Once more, he took over, as he began to rock their bodies back and forth in unison.

The first taste of Heero's blood to Relena was as sweet as she remembered her own, yet there was a certain spice to it that tantalized her tongue and made her crave for more. It was then that she began to drink of him her fill and her strength returned as did her body's intense need for him. When he began to move yet again in side of her, she drank a tiny bit more before detaching her fangs from him with a feeling of full revitalization.

Another osculation occurred between them then, the blood smearing and drying on both of their faces, as the pace of their movements grew even more intense and quick. Her nails dug into his back making the same zigzag designs that they had made on his cheek, just as his own hands kneaded her back and her rear, squeezing her there, just as she squeezed his sex inside of her. Relena shuttered then, as did Heero, the fluids of their sexes mixing together, just as their separate bloods had mixed, two separate entities born of the dark forming a union of one in the light of the rising sun.

TBC…