Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Chastity ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: In case you forgot, Eva belongs Gainax. Or does it belong Khara now? Meh, they probably don't know themselves.

Also, some nasty stuff you underage kids shouldn't read.

 

 

 

Chastity

 

 

 

"For you."

 

"Hmm?" Asuka blinked surprised as well as annoyed at her sheepishly smiling roommate, who had interrupted her watching TV, holding a package out to her. Narrowing her eyes as she chewed down the rest of the pretzel stick she had in her mouth, the redhead glared at the wrapped box.

 

"It just came for you," Shinji explained.

 

Asuka glared at him once more, then snatched the package out of his hands. She curiously studied the gray wrapping, but other than her address, she couldn't find any sign where it had come from. But then her frown changed into a grin as she realized that it must be just what she had been waiting for.

 

Energetically, she jumped up, not even bothering with the still running TV anymore as she beamed at her new possession. "Oh, thanks a lot, Shinji..." she sang with a honeyed voice and rushed to her room before the startled boy could understand her sudden change in mood.

 

Closing the door behind her, she gleamed at the package, her grin as wide as her face. She made short work of the paper wrapping, letting the crumpled and torn pieces lay where they fell, already before she reached her bed where she put the box down. Her skin was already tingling as she opened the lid.

 

Finally! She had waited long enough for it. Now it was time to teach the perv a lesson he would never forget!

 

Yeah, she had noticed how he was staring at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. Of course the coward wouldn't admit it when she confronted him, be it in form of threatening or teasing. Always just pretending to be a shy modest boy, always just "I didn't mean to!", "How should I know?", "It's not like that!".

 

But Asuka knew that kind. He was one of those who, once feeling save, would be fapping to their mental image of her, an image that likely had only her body in common with her actual self while doing all the depraved things he dreamed of. Well, today that image would come to life - to be crushed once and for all! What better way was there to rid him of his perverted fantasies when those fantasies turn out to be a worse nightmare than reality?

 

And the instrument to deliver the final blow had just arrived. She quickly stripped off the gray top, exposing her bra-free breasts to the air, then shed her blue shorts and finally stepped out of her white panties, standing as nude as the day she was born.

 

Then she finally took her newest possession from the box. Feeling the thin, flexible metal with its soft lining on the inside filled her stomach with mixed emotions. Knowing what these were usually used for in this day and age, what she was about to do would in itself be quite a jab at her pride, but she did it for quite the contrary reason, its original reason. And the end would justify the means. She would soon have to tell that often enough to herself anyway.

 

The design was easy enough to figure out. She pulled the belt around her waist, feeding the hole on one end over the little stud on the other. It was a tight fit, digging into her skin, but it just avoided being uncomfortable. Then she reached behind her for the most important piece, dangling from a thin rod between her legs. The redhead had to turn the belt a bit to position that connection piece properly to go perfectly between her round buttocks. Just below her little asshole, the flexible rod ended in a flat vertical diamond-shaped form covering her pelvis, from where it then went straight up to meet the belt again. With a bit of tugging, Asuka managed to pull the hole at the end over the same stud that held the belt together.

 

Lastly, she fished the lock out of the box. She bit her lip as she twisted the round disk between thumb and forefinger, but she didn't hesitate too long. After all, this was for her best.

 

The fat disk fitted perfectly over the remaining protruding stud and with a little twisting and turning, snapped into place. Taking the responding key, she easily locked it up.

 

She grinned.

 

Throwing the key back into the box, she went to the mirror to take a look at herself. It was a perfect fit, but it had been made by her measurements she had submitted along with the order, so that was hardly surprising. She tugged at the "protection" piece, but the lock held secure, holding it tightly to her flesh. No way anything could get into her now.

 

Well, maybe... not that it was a necessary test, but her curiosity (or was it excitement?) was sparked enough for her to try. She traced the outline of the bend plate with her fingers, getting as near as possible over her sensitive skin. Unlike the belt around her waist, this part only had lining on the sides, the bare metal in the middle initially somewhat cool, but quickly heating up from her body heat. Asuka noticed several rows of tiny holes at the height of her pussy, but she didn't worry about those, they were way too small to insert anything. She wasn't, or didn't want to be sure what they were used for, as the only thing other than air passing through would be liquids, but she didn't plan to find out anyway.

 

But as much as she searched and probed with her fingers, she couldn't find a weak point in the protection. The best she managed was to squeeze the tip of her pinky between the metal and her skin, not nearly far enough to reach her pussy. Not that she really tried, of course, or that it mattered. And it wasn't all that vital to her plan anyway as she hardly had to fear such an "attack".

 

Now, what to wear? It had to be something sexy, but with the belt so high around her waist, anything belly-free was already out of the question. Lingerie only was no option either. But then she remembered, she just had the perfect thing all along.

 

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Shinji had taken his roommate's earlier place in front of the TV. He hadn't even bothered to switch channels, as for one he didn't mind it all that much, and second and more importantly, if Asuka would have quickly returned, she would have been pissed at him for switching from her "favorite" show - not that she had watched it all that actively to begin with, but everything was her "favorite" show, even if it bored her after a few minutes.

 

Immersed in the drama, he didn't notice the mantis approaching her prey. The scent of the freshly applied lavender perfume filled the air, but he didn't think much about it.

 

Not until it became so strong that it was impossible to ignore, but by then, his senses were overloaded by the feeling of two feminine hands slowly and sensually brushing over his arms from behind. The boy was as rigid as a stick as he felt his redheaded roommate and most notably two very soft mounds pressing against his back. Her hands already over his, near his crotch, she pulled herself even closer to him. He could feel the warmth of her face next to his, a few of her red strands tickling his side as she brought her lips to his ear; her left hand reaching between his legs.

 

"Shinji..."

 

The mere whisper - along maybe with the fingers deftly brushing over his crotch - was enough to release the pent-up tension in a single moment: He jumped up, out of her loose grip, scrambling backwards, away from her until his back crashed against the wall.

 

"As-Asuka, w-what...?" He didn't make it further as he saw her. Not only she had put on perfume, she had also changed into that yellow dress she had worn the fateful day they had met. However, the straps that were supposed to hold it up seemed pretty loose today, one even slipped down, enticingly making her shoulder look even more bare than it already was. And with her posing on all fours, stretching like a cat, she was offering him a free view on her generous cleavage.

 

Surprisingly, though his eyes admittedly rested there for a good second before he reminded himself that he shouldn't, it wasn't what took most of his attention. That honor had her mouth. Asuka was never one having to rely on make-up of any kind, but by the wet look of her pink lips, it seemed like she had applied some gloss to them. But that wasn't what made them so special in that moment either.

 

It was that smile, not a gloating one after a tease that he would have expected, any amusement from his reaction was non-hostile. No, first and foremost the smile seemed... inviting...

 

"Silly baka..." Asuka giggled, slowly crawling towards him and taking great care to swing her hips from one side to the other. "Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna bite... hard..."

 

"Asuka..." Shinji breathed, trying to back away again as she neared him, trapping his legs between her arms. "W-what's with... Are you going out for a date again...?"

 

Asuka barely managed not to roll her eyes, her face already at his heaving chest. "No silly," she shushed, straightening up as close to him without touching as she was straddling his legs. She stared into his nervously flicking eyes for a second before leaning in, bring her mouth to his ear again. "This is for you..."

 

The blush on his face was priceless. "W-wha-?"

 

"Well, what choice do I have? Since you're such a baka," Asuka stressed herself to keep sounding playful, pouting at him while drawing circles on his chest with her fingers. "You never got any hints, whether I teased you with my looks, whether I explicitly told you 'not' to do something to approach me, whether I tried to get you jealous with Kaji, not even when I basically invited you to test 'thermal expansion' on my breasts. So I figured I'd have to forget about the play you clearly have no idea of whatsoever and be as direct as I can to get it through your cute little skull."

 

With that she reached down between them, her fingers effortlessly finding the zipper of his black trousers and pushed it down. "Don't think I don't know what you feel. I'm not as self-absorbed as I seem not to notice others. And Shinji, I feel the same as you..."

 

"I want you..." she continued to his shocked gasp, "I've always been attracted to you from the very beginning. You were cute..." She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. "A great pilot if you want to be..." Another, a bit lower. "A gentle person..." Another, closing in to his lips. "I'm sure you'd make a great lover..." A last one just at the corner of his mouth.

 

"Of course I pretended hard to get, I had to," she went on, ignoring his turn to meet another kiss that didn't come. "After all, well, you know me, I have an image to keep. And choosing someone like you for this, someone who seemed like he could never cope with my fire, that... would have kinda gone against that image. But I can't help it, that fire longs for you."

 

Grasping the open trousers, she started to pull them off. That movement was finally enough to activate some of Shinji's brain functions again. "W-wait! Asuka...?" he asked, trying his best to keep his pants to himself. "That's... isn't it going a bit fast? I mean... you... really... you're not just...?"

 

Asuka sighed, regretfully letting go of his trousers. God, how she hated that look in his eyes. Like a lost puppy that's been kicked around all the time and still searches for affection. Okay, there might have been a point to it, but still, she had hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, even if it wasn't unexpected.

 

"Yes, I'm serious, Shinji..." she answered his stammered question. But actions were a better evidence than words. Asuka reached up to her left, brushing the remaining strap of her sundress over her shoulder, keeping the fabric trapped against her only with her arm. But that too, she lowered little by little. Shinji's eyes widened proportionally to the amount of her breasts she slowly exposed until they were entirely free of the yellow garment. "See? It might not be the best proof, but... you know I wouldn't do it for anyone else..."

 

Well, she already had done it for Kaji, more or less, but the idiot didn't need to know that, did he?

 

"Asuka..."

 

"And now for you..." she interrupted him, reaching for his trousers again. This time, there was no resistance; she pulled them down his thighs with ease. With a grin, she took notice of the bulge in his white briefs. He still showed no sign of stopping her when she hooked her fingers under the hem of that little bit of clothing. She had to admit, she was holding her breath as she slowly freed his erection.

 

The sight of Shinji's penis standing so proudly shouldn't have affected her as much it did. Sure, it was the first one she had seen - the first "real" one that wasn't on a picture or in a movie, that is - and it was... bigger than expected, but it still shouldn't... what again...?

 

"Asuka...?" Shinji's voice snapped her out of it. It was kinda odd that he hadn't reacted at all otherwise. Then again, he was a guy. Her tits had probably fried his brain for good.

 

"Asuka, you really...?"

 

Her blue eyes widened all the more in surprise as he suddenly threw his arms around her, pulling her close. It happened too fast to be anything but shocked, but panic seeped in as he even spun her around, pushing her against the wall.

 

Had he gone berserk? This kind of behavior was definitely not normal for him, it was scary and... kind of manly. He pulled her so tight, she couldn't even push him off if she wanted.

 

"Thank you! Thank you Asuka!" he finally blurted, almost sounding like sobbing. So much for manly... "Y-you're right... I've always been a coward. I wanted to tell you so often, but I was too scared. Because I feared you wouldn't feel the same. That you'd just laugh at me. No matter how hard it was just to watch you from the distance, thinking that I'll never be near you, I couldn't have borne to be rejected by you. But now... now, that I know you feel the same, I won't hold back!"

 

Shinji eased his grip a bit to lean back, but it didn't ease her worry. In contrary, the smile, so full of genuine happiness was probably one of the most unsettling things she had ever seen in her life.

 

"I love you, Asuka!"

 

"W-wha-?" She didn't got any further, her eyes growing to saucer-size as he sealed her lips with his own. This certainly hadn't been part of the plan.

 

Love her? What the hell?

 

The kiss was rather clumsy, Shinji did barely more than to press his lips against hers, but he showed no sign of letting go anytime soon. And being in his tight hold, and the wall behind her, she had little chance to get away.

 

Her eyes darted from one side to the other, avoiding his blushing face filling most of her vision while searching for anything to help her out of this.

 

Maybe she could get her arms, crushed between them, free, but what then? If she were to hit him or shove him off, she could forget her plan. Maybe hold his nose again? No, it was too late for the "tickling breath" excuse.

 

Oh, was he moving his mouth over hers? It certainly seemed like he intensified it. Maybe she should kiss back before he got suspicious? She... she was supposed to be all hot for him, after all...

 

Asuka cursed as she heard herself moan as she closed her eyes and responded to the kiss, if only a bit. She still had to get her arms free to avoid even more unwanted reactions. Maybe if she tried masking it as attempt to return the embrace? She tried squeezing her fold-up arms to the sides, her hands traveling from his chest to the sides without loosing contact to his white shirt, heated by the body underneath.

 

It didn't work out as well as intended. Asuka hadn't noticed that Shinji had only been balancing himself on the forefeet and even just the little push her movement caused threw him off that balance, causing him to fall backwards.

 

What happened next was merely out of reflex. Asuka's brain was so fixated on the thought that she had to show that she didn't purposely pushed him away, that her hands shoot out to grab him and pull him back. But what she grabbed and where she pulled it to made her stomach roll.

 

Her right hand had opted for a low target and was now tightly wrapped around his recently-freed, twitching rod. And as if that hadn't been bad enough, her left hand had found his right one and pulling it towards her had aimed it directly onto her breast. It had already been quite a struggle with herself to let him get an eyeful, but touching had certainly been out of the question!

 

But on the other hand - it would sure help to make it look real, and get him more excited, making the end all the more satisfying. And she was Asuka Langley Soryu. She could make it through anything.

 

Shinji, however, just smiled at her. "If this is really what you want..." he began and Asuka gasped as he pressed his fingers ever so lightly into the soft flesh of her mound. "I'll do everything to make you happy..."

 

Asuka wanted to roll her eyes at the sappiness, but it didn't even cross her mind how serious he really was. After all, he was just a guy, and worst of all even one who couldn't just admit that he just wanted to get into...

 

"Mmn..." He interrupted her yet again with a kiss, a quick peck to her mouth, before venturing on, over her cheek, kiss by kiss until he reached her ear.

 

His breath tickled her as he spoke, but not in the funny way, it just made her tingling all over. "I-I mean, it's still so sudden. But... if you feel the same... I guess it's okay to make love..."

 

Make love? Again with that. He couldn't seriously think...?

 

"Y-yes, please! I want..." Shinji's groan cut her off and she realized that not only she was still holding on to his dick, she had just given it a light squeeze. "I want you..."

 

"Then... then I'll do my best not to disappoint you..."

 

Shinji didn't plan to take any chances. Here he was, the impossible dream having come true, the girl he loved in his arms, the girl he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. And she felt the same as he did...

 

Maybe this was still a dream. Just moments ago, he thought it could never come true. Something he had already long accepted, as painful as it was. But it felt so real. So good. Thanks to her taking the first step that he had always been too afraid to make. But that was enough. Now, he felt confident enough to take every step further, carrying her if she wanted him to, for miles and miles as long as their journey would last.

 

He couldn't let her down. No matter what she wanted.

 

Sure, he was excited and nervous, and how couldn't he? Asuka had always been an exceptional beauty, a beauty that was even enhanced now by the light blush on her face. And now this beauty wanted to do this with him? Already not just showing him her lovely breasts, but even letting, making him touch, allowing him to confirm for himself that they were a perfect fit for his hand. And it was impossible to ignore the feeling of her warm, slender hand wrapped around his erection, every little shift or change of pressure taking a toll on his willpower.

 

While he had no experience, he had his share of wet dreams and fantasies like every teenage boy of his age, often involving the redhead in question. But while he often felt ashamed of these dirty thoughts, not rarely fueled by the Hentai he spotted Toji and Kensuke sharing more than once, now he could actually make use of the nasty things he had then unwillingly learned from them.

 

And he couldn't deny that he really wanted this too.

 

Asuka gasped in surprise as Shinji gently closed his teeth on her earlobe, his quivering fingers on her breast tightened their grip to tenderly move the soft flesh in a rotating manner.

 

Keeping that motion up, he eventually moved his fingers inwards until the circled her aureola and finally closed around her hardening nub, carefully rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

 

The redhead found herself trapped between groans, gasps and moans. Her mind wanted to warn her not to enjoy the gentle administrations too much, but her body didn't give her much choice. The pleasure surged through her body like an electric shock that rendered her physically unable to detach herself from the source as much as she tried.

 

She even instinctively presented her neck when he stopped nibbling on her ear and ventured downwards, leaving a wet trail of kisses on her throat and collarbone until he reached...

 

"Oh God!"

 

As Shinji's lips latched onto her second nipple while his hand still took great care of the other, Asuka couldn't hold on anymore. Her free hand shot up, curling into his hair, pulling him closer while leaning towards his hungry mouth herself. She still didn't dare to move the other hand, but he certainly seemed to appreciate her reaction by giving a strong twitch.

 

Her actions were indeed spurring Shinji on. Knowing that he was pleasuring the girl he loved, it was more satisfying than saving the world any day. He kept sucking on her nipple, flicking his tongue at it every now and then, tasting Asuka's dark nub.

 

"D-don't stop!"

 

He had no intention to. His free hand slowly went down her back, over her waist, still covered by her rumpled dress. He only hovered over her leg until he reached her knee. From there on, he touched, just barely, and brushed back and forth over her thigh, ever so slowly proceeding up again.

 

"Go-damnit..."

 

Shinji tried something else then. Simultaneously, he carefully bit the stiff nipple in his mouth and pinched the other hard between his fingers.

 

"Aah!"

 

Asuka's eyes shot open as the pain that didn't feel like pain at all hit her. She actually felt her body go limp for a moment. There was a pang of disappointment even when she felt his mouth and hand leave her breasts. He took new hold of her, the hand now on her shapely ass, pulling her up and closer to him. She lost her hold of his dick in the process, her fingers sliding through the wetness of a bit of pre-cum, before they lost contact. Now he had her kneeling upright, straddling his waist.

 

Something in the back of her mind reminded Asuka that this wasn't right. She was supposed to be the one leading him on, not the other way round. Was this really Shinji? Sure, he could snap if there was something at stake, but what could make him go out of his demeanor like this?

 

But looking at his face, panting, she didn't find herself caring that he closed in for another kiss. She even met him halfway, bringing her arms around his back.

 

Asuka moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands caressing her body, one on her still covered-rump, the other by now had sneaked under the dress, the areas it reached more and more sensitive to his touch.

 

She was dimly aware that their new position had also brought his cock under her dress. Her pussy tingled as she realized that they were perfectly lined up. She would have just needed to lower herself, if only...

 

Both froze mid-kiss as his wandering fingers brushed against the metal covering her crotch. She had almost forgotten about it...

 

Startled as he was at the unexpected barrier, Shinji broke the kiss. "What...?"

 

Asuka felt like she was no longer inside her body. For some reason, she could only watch how he reluctantly raised the hem of her dress, but she just couldn't stop him.

 

"W-what is that...?" The confusion at the sight of the locked-on belt was clearly evident in his voice.

 

Asuka had to fight for her own, mustering the snappish answer she had planned long before. But then he looked at her and any words she remembered were wiped off her tongue in one blow. "It's... that's... chas-chastity belt..." she merely muttered.

 

Shinji just kept staring at her for countless seconds, and Asuka wondered for a moment if he hadn't heard or hadn't want to hear. But she could see it. His mind was racing behind those piercing blue eyes of his, forcing him to accept the bitter truth that he had already realized the second he saw it.

 

"You... you didn't mean anything of this, did you?" he whispered in disbelief. The warmth of his hands, his arms, his body, left as he backed away.

 

She felt the urge to say something, anything at all, an urge growing so strong that she felt like bursting. But yet, she couldn't bring anything out.

 

"This..." The anger in him clearly grew, "everything of it... it was just another game for you, wasn't it?" He abruptly stood up, throwing her off of him in the process, back against the wall. "IT WAS JUST ANOTHER JOKE!"

 

And what should she say? It was true, after all...

 

He didn't wait any longer for an answer anyway. He just shook his head, clenching his eyes both in anger and to fight the wetness forming in them, before he left for his room. He didn't run, but he wasted no step either.

 

"Sh-Shinji..." she finally managed to call out, but the only reply she got was his door sliding forcefully shut.

 

Asuka drew her legs close. Her quivering hands gripped the top of her dress, bringing it up her breasts again, holding it tightly to her. But covering her nudity didn't do a thing to return her dignity. That vile feeling in her guts just wouldn't go away. How should it after seeing that look in his eyes?

 

She knew that hadn't been the look of a pervert who realized he wouldn't get any. It had been the look of someone whose heart was breaking.

 

Hesitantly, she raised the hem of her dress, revealing the thing that had caused this mess. Her fingers slid down over the by now heated metal, absently rubbing over the height of her pussy as if in a vain attempt to receive the pleasure she had denied herself. A slick wetness had long formed on the surface, seeping through the rows of tiny holes.

 

How ironic. In the end, she had been the bigger pervert of them. She could hardly deny that she hadn't wanted it to stop.

 

No, if she was honest to herself... maybe the belt had just been an excuse for her ego to start at all...

 

 

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Shinji lay in the darkness of his room, curled up in his bed. He had spilled a few tears, but he wasn't sure which emotion was stronger, the pain in his heart or the anger boiling in him. Anger at her of course, for going so far to play with his feelings. Anger at himself for believing her.

 

He should have known. It had been too good to be true. He thought he had accepted that his love would never be returned, but apparently there had still been too much hope within him to step in such an obvious trap so easily. She just had to say she loved him for him to believe it without question? Hell, she hadn't even said it. He had just heard what he had wanted to hear.

 

He really was an idiot.

 

The invading light and sound of his door opening made him straighten up instantly. A part of him cursed the lack of locks himself now, not wanting to face her again anytime soon. Another part, however, was more than eager to use a confrontation to vent his anger. And the last he could use now was her making fun of him being a crybaby anyway.

 

So he turned to her as stern as he could muster. "What do you-?"

 

Shinji was cut off at something being thrown his way and he instinctively raised his hand in defense, actually managing to catch it. Opening his palm, he found ring with two identical keys.

 

"They're the keys," Asuka answered his baffled look from the doorway. He didn't take a look at her until then. She had covered her breasts, the straps of her dress properly placed again, but she seemed more shy than ever, not meeting his gaze. The reason for that became apparent when she fumbled for the hem of her dress, hesitantly raising it with both hands. Shinji swallowed, half-expecting to get to see her pussy for the first time, but then was faced with the shining metal of the strict chastity belt yet again. Asuka didn't stop until she held her dress up to her waist, showing the entire device. Then it finally clicked, the same moment she added muttering, "...the only keys..."

 

"Wha-?"

 

"It... it's only fair, I think. I denied it to you, so now you can deny it to me. You can let me keep wearing it until you think you can forgive me. Or even longer if you feel the need to punish me more. I'm not quite sure if it's truly meant for a long-term use, but I'm pretty sure it'll work. The girls in the lockers will probably say something, but I could just tell them that I don't want any perv jumping at and rape me. They might have other ideas about the true reason, but they wouldn't dare telling me that in the face. I'm not sure about NERV - Rei probably won't care if she were to see it while changing, but it'll likely show through my plugsuit. But unless it's affecting my piloting, they couldn't care less. Of course certain... hygienic aspects might be troublesome, but it should be manageable. And if not... you'll have the pleasure of seeing me begging to get it cleaned..." She closed her eyes, her lips twitching. "So... you have complete control over this part of me now..."

 

Shinji's heart felt a bit lighter. Asuka wasn't the type to just say "I'm sorry", but this action said it better than any word could that she was. But while the knowledge that she realized herself that she had gone too far eased his anger, and while the amount of control and trust she placed into him surprised and touched him equally, it did little to ease his sadness. If anything, this offer only deepened it. "Asuka... thanks, but this is not..."

 

"I know!" She interrupted him blurting, but quietened down again. "I know that's not what you want. But there's no such thing like a 'key to my heart' I could give you. I can't just say 'I love you' if I don't know what I..." she trailed off, glancing blushingly to the floor. "B-but from now on, I can't be with anyone else. I can't even..." One of her hands went from her dress down, her fingers demonstratively brushing along the side of the crotch plate, "I can't even touch myself thinking of Kaji or anyone else."

 

Finally, her blue eyes met his as she finished whispering, "From now on, you're the only one I'll be with."

 

There was a pause, an awfully long pause as far as Asuka was concerned, in which he didn't visibly react at all. Her stomach clenched even more with every passing second, but just when it became unbearable and she readied herself to turn and leave his room, the realization that she was about to spend at the very least this night locked into the belt settling in, he suddenly stood up.

 

Asuka was frozen on the spot as Shinji closed the space between them with few steps, his expression unreadable. She closed her eyes, unsure and a bit afraid of what to expect. Would he just free her without a word? Would he just tease her and send her away with the belt still locked on? Or would he do both, tease her, then free her - but under demands...?

 

And worst of all, she wasn't sure which option was the least - and most - desirable.

 

A surprised hiss escaped her as she felt the faint touch of his fingers against her taut stomach, tracing the metal belt. Reflexively, she let go of her dress that she hadn't even realized that she had still be holding it.

 

"No," he startled her with a tone as unreadable as his face, "keep it up."

 

Her cheeks burning from humiliation, Asuka did as told by the boy holding the key to her freedom, taking the hem again to raise her dress as high as before. Out of the slits of her eyes, she saw Shinji studying the belt up close. His fingers ran over the smooth surface, brushing over her skin at its sides, that was already tingling from nervousness.

 

Shinji started to follow it round her, slowly. Asuka did her best to keep up, raising her dress accordingly to expose the belt as well as her body, first her thighs and finally giving him a glimpse of her cheeks, before bringing the second hand back to reveal her full behind.

 

Shinji took a deep breath at the sight of the cheeks of her shapely rump framing a thin rod vanishing between them like a thong of steel. His curious fingers stopped their movement at this junction and changed direction downwards.

 

Asuka failed to suppress the gasp when he traced the sturdy line separating her behind down - until he reached her little hole. The rod was covering it, but if that didn't give in, her flesh would to some extend. It would be impossible to get an erect dick in, but something flexible could pass, like excrements - or a finger, at least partly. And his was now lying directly on top of her sphincter.

 

Biting her lips, Asuka waited several agonizing seconds for his move. This was threatening to go farther than she had wanted - or rather anticipated. She should just slap his hand away and tell him that it was off-limits. But she couldn't bring herself to it. And not even because of the guilt that had brought her here.

 

However, his finger eventually left without trying to force its way into her rectum. Instead, his hand went to rest loosely on her buttock. Shinji completed his circle, standing before her again, their faces mere inches away, but he still did not look up to her.

 

His hand remained on her butt, but it was starting to tremble noticeably until he pried it away as if her skin became so hot that it burned him. He hovered it around her tight, close enough for Asuka to sense it, but not enough to actually feel the touch. Only when he reached her steel-covered crotch did he close the space again. Asuka gasped as she felt the belt being pressed even more against her already oversensitive pussy, despite the lightness of the touch.

 

His fingers trailed upwards, no doubt scooping up some of the wetness leaking through the perforated metal. Sure enough, as he raised the hand between them, the digits glittered in the faint light. He stared at them intensely, as if unsure what to make of it.

 

Did he even know what kind of liquid it was? Even if he had shown quite an eagerness that managed to get her in this state before, Asuka actually had little idea of how well educated her roommate was in these things. Maybe he'd mistake it for sweat or even urine?

 

"So..." he finally spoke again, "you really got aroused...?"

 

So much for that. Her cheeks burning, Asuka nodded. "Yeah... I admit that I didn't expect it, but... you really made me... you know, hot there. I don't want to give you any false hope, but I - well, I don't know myself what it means, but I never felt something like that - it was never so intense when I..."

 

She closed her eyes, forcing the words out, "...when I touched myself. I don't know if it's because of you, of what you did... but I want to find out. I... now I really want to... have sex with you." Shinji winced at that. "It's alright if you don't want to anymore. If you don't want to have anything to do with me at all. And if you want to punish me... well, you have the keys..."

 

Shinji glanced at the keyring in his other hand, before closing his palm around it. "T-take the dress off..."

 

Asuka's heart skipped a beat. Did that mean he wanted to do it now after all? Or did he just want a better look? Humiliate her some more before leaving her urge unsatisfied?

 

Not that it mattered. She had little choice either way. So the redhead did as told, getting a better hold on her yellow garment and proceeded to pull it above her head and letting it fall to the side where it landed in a little heap on the striped carpet.

 

She didn't have to look at him to feel his stare. Even though he didn't really got anything new to see, now completely nude before him save for the device "protecting" her chastity, all the while he was still clothed, she certainly felt much more exposed.

 

Having her head averted from his gaze, however, it took her by surprise when he firmly snatched her wrist, only to loosen that grip almost instantly, running down to her hand to curl around her fingers as he directed her over to the bed. But neither got on it quite yet.

 

A shiver went down Asuka's spine as a thought hit her: He might not want her on the bed at all. What if he just sat down on the edge while telling her to get on her knees? Pulling out his cock and have her touch it? Make her suck it and tell her off once he was satisfied?

 

Unconsciously, Asuka liked her lips as she threw a glance at his crotch. He hadn't bothered to pull his zipper back up and now his regrown erection was pocking against the side of the opening, creating a noticeable bulge. The image of herself kneeling between his legs burned itself into her mind, her head bobbing up and down, lips wrapped around Shinji's hard shaft, tongue working as well, pleasuring him until he'd come in her mouth while she was unable to do anything to pleasure herself during the ordeal, fingers uselessly trying to penetrate the locked-on belt, only to be send off still horny as hell - and maybe repetitively over the course of days, weeks or even months, until he'd free her. And why would he anytime soon, were she to sexually satisfy him like that?

 

Oddly, the idea wasn't as appalling as it should have been, the contrary even. Was she already over the threshold of hornyness where it actually rose with disgusting ideas? At the very least, her curiosity kicked in, leaving her wondering what it'd taste like.

 

But was it really likely? Shinji wasn't the type to make her giving him a blowjob and send her away unsatisfied. Or was he? Was he now?

 

It didn't really help her when he started to unbutton his white shirt. It might be a bit less degrading if she were to do it while they where both naked, but not by much.

 

That fear (fantasy?) became less likely to become true when before proceeding with his trousers, Shinji finally aimed the key at the hole of the lock. Asuka winced. It wasn't quite possible on physical terms, but the snug belt had already become so much a part of her that she "felt" the insertion of the key, as if it was penetrating herself, turning within her.

 

With a click, the lock fell away, the belt instantly loosing up a bit. A light pull here, a little tug there and the device landed clanking on the floor, for the first time revealing her pouting pussy to him - and to her. She had known she was very wet, but it was still a bit of a shock to see the lips that had formed a mere slit in the mound of her crotch when she had hidden them behind metal earlier, now red and swollen, glistening all over with her leaking juices. The cool breeze attacking the sensitive area far from helped to make her less aware of her now complete nudity in front of Shinji.

 

Being "free" again made the situation even more awkward. She didn't know what he wanted next from her. Should she keep standing there? Did he just want to ogle her a bit more? Should she pose for him? She was torn between doing too much to make a fool out of herself and waiting for him to tell her - neither a preferable option to Asuka Langley Soryu. And he, he was so hard to read, she still wasn't sure if he really wanted to do the rest. Maybe he wasn't sure himself? Maybe she had been to vague, leaving too many ways out?

 

Then again, that'd also mean that she had a way out now as well. He had freed her, so she could say that was it, he had accepted to forgive her. She could just get back to her room now and finish the job herself - maybe not as satisfying, but at least with less troublesome emotional consequences.

 

But no. She had more or less directly offered him the treasure locked away with the key she had given him, and she wasn't one to back out. Especially not if she wanted it herself.

 

Still, the tension grew with every passing second of silence. As it started to scratch on the verge of becoming unbearable, Asuka decided that it was enough. She got onto his bed, crawling under his sheets. The thin layer wasn't much, but offered enough protection from any actual or imaginary stares to ease the feeling of vulnerability - only to make the tingle in her stomach more evident at the thought of what was soon to come.

 

Looking to the side, she saw Shinji finishing to undress, pulling his black pants from his ankles, one after the other. Asuka still remembered her first impression of the famous Third Child: Not much to look at. And even if it seemed odd in the current situation, her opinion hadn't changed a lot. Sure, he could be cute in a helpless puppy kind-of way. But with his yet undeveloped muscles, overall rather scrawny body, there wasn't a lot of him that particularly screamed "manly" - aside maybe from the one thing that noticeably "stood out".

 

She closed her eyes. How the hell could someone like him get her so worked up? Make her heart race in nervousness as she felt him climbing onto the bed and got under the covers to her? Her legs seemed to spread on their own to let him awkwardly take his position between them.

 

There they were, their nude bodies mere inches apart, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle about to be joined. Shinji hovered over her on all fours, close enough to feel his presence more overwhelming than ever before. She kind of felt trapped, not even so much by him, but by the fear and anticipation of the inevitable that was about to come.

 

But it didn't.

 

After several seconds of mere waiting for his move, Asuka pried first one eye open, the other following as she saw him. Or rather not saw him, his bangs covering his downcast face - however, she didn't have the feeling that he was just staring at her tits. He was trembling, no, shaking by now and it even seemed to grow worse.

 

And then something wet hit her stomach.

 

"I'm sorry..." he chocked, his first words after the long silence. "This is just so... A part of me keeps telling me that I'd be defiling my feelings if I'd do this... if we'd do this... without anything else there... But... but I want to be with you so badly! And if I can only be with you this way..."

 

"Shinji..." For a second, she actually was at a loss of words. Here he had her, ready for him and willing - and yet he hesitated over something like this? She really had been wrong about him being nothing but a pervert. "It... should be alright then, right? I mean, we already established that I want it too. So... so let's just..."

 

"Make love!" he blurted, interrupting her. "Please... Even if you don't feel that way, please don't call it anything else...!"

 

Asuka couldn't help but smile. Her hand reached up, cupping his cheek, making him face her. For the first time since she came in, she saw his eyes again. "Alright. Let's make love them."

 

Shinji didn't give his doubts a second chance. As soon as he heard those words he didn't hesitate, catching her lips with his. Asuka gave a startled yelp at his sudden switch from passive to active, but otherwise did nothing to stop him. On the contrary, he could feel her arms sneaking around him, her hands running over his back.

 

He shifted his weight on his right arm, his left hand hesitantly trailing down, feeling her hot skin again as his fingers brushed over it until he reached the softer flesh of her perky breast, cupping it gently. As far as he knew, women liked foreplay to fully enjoy sex and despite what happened earlier, he wanted to please her. And, judging by her moan, he seemed to succeed.

 

But Asuka had other things in mind, breaking their kiss. "D-don't," she gasped.

 

"B-but I thought...?"

 

"Don't... make me wait any longer," she breathed. She could feel him, his hard cock nestling against her yearning pussy, and still, he made no move to push in - it was maddening. "I'm ready...! More than ready! This... is just teasing!"

 

The words took a second to register, but then Shinji acted without hesitation. Abruptly, he closed the remaining space between them, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts squashing against his chest.

 

And simultaneously to the kiss he placed upon her lips, Asuka felt the head of his hardness parting her lower ones. Thus, slowly moving, Shinji Ikari irrevocably became her first lover.

 

There wasn't much pain, a mere irritation against the onslaught of other feelings. Shinji moved gently, caring even. And that shouldn't be a surprise: This was under his conditions. He didn't want passionate sex or wild fucking, he wanted to make love. And so they did.

 

And Asuka didn't find herself minding it at all. The slow pace, the lack of variation, it didn't make it feel any less amazing. His hard meat filled her in a steady rhythm, reaching depths where nothing had ever been. He kept kissing her, only breaking for a second now and then to let them catch breath. And she knew she was kissing him back, her arms even around his back to hold him close - so what?

 

Even if it wasn't quite what she had expected for her first sexual experience, neither the partner nor the act itself, even if it wasn't the adrenaline-filled ride she had looked forward to with someone like Kaji familiarizing her with the controls - it was easily the most sensual thing of her life.

 

Her heart was hammering in her chest as something was being stirred inside her by this joining of their bodies, growing with each stroke; something she wanted even more of despite filling her so much that she already felt like bursting. She started to squirm beneath him, torn between trying to get more and containing what was already there.

 

Asuka was a warrior, but there were fights one couldn't win. The redhead's fight was over when Shinji shook, breaking the kiss for good with a groan as he came. Realizing it was his seed filling her womb, the already cracked barrier she had set up to contain it crumbled completely.

 

And with a yell, she screamed out her orgasm.

 

It took Shinji awhile to feel the pain of her nails digging into the skin of his back, the pleasure still numbing his nerves as his own climax faded. And with it any way to pretend. He felt weak, more than just from exhaustion, as the cruel reality hit him again.

 

Feeling so close to her, as close as two people could physically be, sharing this incredible pleasure, making... no... not making love. That was just the problem. A taste of heaven, only to realize that it was a fake.

 

He had expected it to hurt, but he thought that maybe it'd be worth it. And it was as long as it had lasted.

 

But now it was over. Heaven would only be a memory on his tongue from now on, never to be tasted again. That knowledge almost instantly turned the previous pleasure into sadness of equal if not bigger amount, threatening to swallow him up.

 

Even the physical closeness between them at the moment, her heavy breathing as she came down from her climax, her sweaty skin against his, the warmth of her body, his deflating penis actually still inside her where it had triggered the best and worst moment of his life just a moment ago - what should feel so good was only mocking him now, burning him, reminding him that it was all over now.

 

Carefully, he pulled out of her, eliciting a low moan from her in the process, and rolled off her. Something hard instantly poked against his back as he met the mattress. Reaching under him, he already knew what he grasped and pulled out without looking at it.

 

Without really looking over to her, he reached his closed fist over to his side. "The keys..."

 

"Idiot..." she was still panting a bit, "Why would I need them now?"

 

Bringing his hand back to his face, he stared at the ring in his palm. Of course. She was out of the belt, she didn't need them anymore. Didn't need him anymore.

 

Sure enough, he felt the mattress move as she sat up, getting out of the bed. He heard the low clanking sound as she gathered the belt somewhat surprisingly, he would have almost expect her to let him take care of that too.

 

And just leave. Like nothing ever happened. She wouldn't be out of his life, but he might was looking at an even worse future between them, now that she knew how he felt, now that they had done this, he couldn't even fall back on the comfortable status quo, watching her from afar, the fact that nothing will ever come out of it long never doubted.

 

Now he didn't even that safety. Foolish hope would keep rearing its head from now on, teasing and finally hurting him all the more.

 

*click*

 

His eyes shot wide open at the sound, his head spinning around. Lost in his misery, he hadn't even realized that she was taking unusually long to pick the belt up and leave.

 

"Heh! I knew it was self-locking after all..."

 

"Asuka...?"

 

"Hm?" She turned to him at his low call of surprise, her slender hands still framing the just re-attached lock.

 

Shinji truly was at a loss of words. She had already been free, and yet...?

 

He felt himself blushing as his gaze fell on the crotch-plate beneath her fingers, the white behind the thin holes. His cum's consistency was apparently too thick to pour out through the fine perforation. Shinji knew she was on the pill, supposed to help her with her period, as she had never made a secret out of it, openly presenting the package like a proud sign of another step into adulthood.

 

Still, even if that made the chances of anything happening unlikely - the thought of his semen trapped inside her let his imagination run wild.

 

"Now... you won't be able to clean that properly..." he idiotically mumbled.

 

Asuka followed his view down to her crotch, but showed no sign of surprise. She just shrugged. "Can wait till tomorrow." A smirk found its way on her face as she winked at him. "And I guess, I'll just have to ask very nicely then..."

 

She abruptly turned away, even if that meant missing his blush. At least he wouldn't see hers either then.

 

But as she went to leave, she barely made a single step. His hand was holding hers back.

 

"Asuka... if this means... that it's still up to me..." He took a deep breath, "...then come back to bed..."

 

She didn't bother to pretend to fight. She was tired herself, but weariness wasn't the only thing the afterglow of her orgasm filled her with. So she just lightly returned the squeeze and turned back. Getting under the cover and nuzzling close to him. Her head coming to rest on his chest. Listening to his soothing heartbeat. Making her eye-lids so very heavy...

 

"I hope you're not intending to go for a round two right now..." she muttered as she felt his arm going around her waist.

 

"No..." he quietly told her. "This... this is all I ever wanted..."

 

"Hmm..." The smile just wouldn't leave her as she drifted off to sleep. "Feels nice..."

 

 

 

 

A/N: Well then, a "new" piece of mine. I just wanted to quickly write down a short little thing to get some stuff out of my system and remembered this old idea.

 

Originally, it was more Lime than Lemon (well, even more than now). At the point when Asuka gave him the keys, I wasn't sure whether to leave it on that note or continue. The guys (and girl) at the Lemontastica boards voted for the second option (obviously) and gave some ideas (thanks for that, guys (and girl)). That done, I still wasn't too happy with the result though, and was playing with the thought to add the rest rather as some kind of omake-chapter. But Rom asked to leave it as it is, and I just can't say no. :P

 

Well then, back to DM, Anniversary ext., that omake for Rommel's PP, the Bondage Shorts,... *sigh*