Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Rei Ayanami: Fallen Angel ❯ Sparkle ( Chapter 11 )
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By: psaiyan 
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel
Chapter 11 - Sparkle
By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne
Rei Ayanami looked into the bathroom mirror and saw Rei Ayanami looking back. Tilting her head fractionally sideways, she admired her own reflection, her sensitive maroon eyes blinking slowly in the glare of the fluorescent lighting.
Brushing back a strand of hair from the pale skin of her forehead, she suddenly realised just how much her luscious azure locks had grown since she had last been paying attention to their upkeep. It was almost to her shoulders at the back and very, very unruly! It surprised her greatly that Commander Ikari had not commented or ordered her to cut it. He had always been so authoritative on this matter in the past...
The Commander. Gendo Ikari. The man of her dreams. In the mirror, an almost imperceivable rosy blush formed on her cheeks at the mere thought of his name. There was a slightly giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach, as well as a small twinge in the warm place between her thighs. She felt as though she were about to faint at the memory of his lips against hers.
It had been as though she was in another place as he had spoken to her. Her world had seemed fuzzy and indistinct, as though everything were running in slow motion. His speech was echoy and blurred, like a warped record. The light shimmered and distorted around her, presence somehow affecting its speed and direction. She knew Commander Ikari only by his warmth and smell.
Words. Single. Alone. Without purpose.
"Yui..."
"Yui..."
"Wife..."
"L oved..."
"Yui..."
"Time..."
"Son..."
"Y ui..."
"Shinji..."
"Yui..."
"Wife..."
" Love..."
"Yui..."
Snatches of Commander Gendo Ikari in her mind. She did not understand. The smell of the days-old sweat, tobacco and alcohol on his body was exciting her.
A wetness upon her face. In the morning light she could see sparkling drops of crystal falling from his face. The Commander was crying. She did not know why. One tear rolled down her face and moistened her lips; it tasted salty to her. She found herself wondering what his semen would taste like.
Commander Ikari hugged her against his body with his strong arms as his voice seemed to become more high-pitched. More tears fell. She could feel his rapid heartbeat. She wanted him to hold her so tight that she couldn't move. She wanted the warmth of his body. She wanted his power, his manliness.
The sensation of the terrycloth bathrobe and the rough, wiry hair of his chest rubbing against the soft skin of her cheek seemed to grow to encompass her entire body as the scent of his raw maleness filled her nostrils. Through the mist, she felt an aching, a growing tingling in her loins.
This was the closest that she had ever been to him; this was what she had wanted for so long. She no longer cared what he had said, what he had done to her or how badly he had hurt her; she just wanted to be taken by *him*; she just wanted him to give it to her, no to *fuck* her. She could feel a spreading warmth in her panties as the urge to hump her crotch against the nearest object grew. She found herself squeezing her silky thighs tightly together in order to accentuate the slow burning, the throbbing within the depths of her womanhood.
Would Gendo use this opportunity to mount her and slide his hardness into her eager, waiting, begging snatch? Her hard nipples pressed painfully against the fabric of her shirt. Every fibre of her being cried out for penetration.
--
Gendo continued to hug her and cry about things she did not understand.
"Yui..."
"Love..."
"Yui..."
"Die..."
"Yui..."
"Alone..."
"Me..."
" Yui..."
He relaxed his hold upon her and allowed her head to settle in his lap once more. Rei was disappointed to find no strong, firm erection to rub her face against. In a moment of focus, she could see that the commander's eyes were filled with sorrow. He was still crying.
It took all of her strength and willpower to raise her arm and caress his cheek, a pins and needles sensation prickling her hand as she felt the fuzz of his scruffy facial hair beneath her fingertips. She was not entirely sure why she chose to do this; somehow it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She just wanted him to be happy again - she wanted to make him happy.
"Please Yui, I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I feel so alone..." Rei felt the clouds lifting from her consciousness for a brief moment.
"You were never alone." Her tongue felt heavy and thick within her mouth. She gently wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb, then ran a finger softly along his bearded jawbone before giving into exhaustion and allowing her arm to fall limply to the side.
--
Commander Ikari had stared in confusion at her for several moments. It seemed like hours to Rei, but perhaps only twenty seconds had passed. His teeth had clenched and his face had twitched almost imperceivably as though he were in deep thought. He slowly leaned forward, cradling her head in his arms as he placed his lips softly against her own.
Rei's brain screamed out for her to embrace him, to pull him on top of her to push her tongue into his mouth, to return the kiss as deeply as possible. Her body simply did not have the energy to comply.
His warm breath tickled her as his tongue protruded slightly and caressed her lips, taking no further liberties. The smell of the whiskey was overwhelming, saturating her senses and taking her to new heights of arousal; by the time Gendo had broken off, stood up, lowered her head back onto the pillow and left the room, Rei's panties were practically glued to her body with her own secretions.
She licked her lips, savouring the taste of booze and cigarettes - the taste of Ikari. It took only the gentlest, feather-light touch upon her blood-engorged clitoris to bring her to a back-arching climax that left a large spreading stain upon her shirt and upon the blanket stuffed between her thighs.
--
That had been two days ago. As Rei stood naked in the bathroom, she could still smell the musky scent of her love juices from her ejaculation. It had been almost a week since she last washed. She felt much better.
"Commander Ikari must have smelt it." Rei's voice was almost a whisper as she addressed her reflection in the mirror. The thought of the commander being aroused by her natural female scent made Rei quite excited.
Her attention was drawn to her round, soft breasts - her twin mounds of warm, pale flesh capped with perfect coral-pink nipples. Already a little large for her C-cup bras, Rei could imagine achieving a D-cup or larger within the next two years. Failing to exhibit even the smallest hint of sag or unevenness, she could not fail to be impressed by her own perfection. She smiled as she imagined Ikari's reaction to seeing them uncovered, her nipples firm, erect and begging to be sucked. She doubted that he would be able to keep his hands off her.
The thought of the Commander put Rei in the mood for lust. Unprepared for being so sensitive, so quickly, she gasped as her fingertips fluttered over her slightly puffy aureoles and the twin pegs of ruby at their centre. She kneaded her tender titflesh with both hands, tiny moans escaping her lips.
The delicate petals of her womanhood were engorged and flushed pink with arousal as the strong, intoxicating scent of damp pussy reached her nostrils. Rei frowned slightly at the sight of some fine azure stubble covering her juicy mound. She hated the look and feel of hair down there and resolved to shave it completely smooth during her impending shower.
"If I am going to wash, I might as well get dirty." Even when leg-humpingly horny, her voice never broke a monotone. Rei slid a finger along her pulsating slit, then brought it to her mouth and tasted her sweet and tangy arousal, sucking sensuously on the digit for the benefit of her reflection.
--
If Gendo Ikari had not been in bed sleeping off his hangover (and catching up with his lost sleep) and had chanced to walk past the bathroom door, he would perhaps have been very interested in, or perhaps even stimulated by, the moaning, groaning, squealing, panting and electronic humming coming from inside.
--
Rei Ayanami reluctantly switched off the electric toothbrush and pulled it from her rapidly pulsing snatch with a loud, wet slurp, her internal muscles fighting a losing battle to keep it inside. The plastic casing was slick with her juices and girlcum, as were the tiles between her smooth, sleek, womanly thighs. She was slightly relieved not to have shorted out the circuitry with the sheer volume of her ejaculation.
She continued to half-heartedly abrade her erect clit with the head of the brush, before clipping it back onto the main unit. Her cheeks were flushed red from her exertion and her girlcum still dripped invitingly from her throbbing cunt. She sighed and rubbed some of her sticky jizz onto her breasts; as pleasant and agreeable as it was, masturbation no longer seemed enough now that she was so close to the real thing.
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Rei placed the toothbrush back upon the shelf above the sink. It was a conscious choice not to rinse it off. The Commander would have a very sweet, tasty and pleasant surprise when he next decided to clean his teeth.
Rei shook her head, clearing some of the residual cobwebs and climbed into the shower cubicle. It was time to take the next step.
Chapter 11 - Sparkle
By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne
Rei Ayanami looked into the bathroom mirror and saw Rei Ayanami looking back. Tilting her head fractionally sideways, she admired her own reflection, her sensitive maroon eyes blinking slowly in the glare of the fluorescent lighting.
Brushing back a strand of hair from the pale skin of her forehead, she suddenly realised just how much her luscious azure locks had grown since she had last been paying attention to their upkeep. It was almost to her shoulders at the back and very, very unruly! It surprised her greatly that Commander Ikari had not commented or ordered her to cut it. He had always been so authoritative on this matter in the past...
The Commander. Gendo Ikari. The man of her dreams. In the mirror, an almost imperceivable rosy blush formed on her cheeks at the mere thought of his name. There was a slightly giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach, as well as a small twinge in the warm place between her thighs. She felt as though she were about to faint at the memory of his lips against hers.
It had been as though she was in another place as he had spoken to her. Her world had seemed fuzzy and indistinct, as though everything were running in slow motion. His speech was echoy and blurred, like a warped record. The light shimmered and distorted around her, presence somehow affecting its speed and direction. She knew Commander Ikari only by his warmth and smell.
Words. Single. Alone. Without purpose.
"Yui..."
"Yui..."
"Wife..."
"L oved..."
"Yui..."
"Time..."
"Son..."
"Y ui..."
"Shinji..."
"Yui..."
"Wife..."
" Love..."
"Yui..."
Snatches of Commander Gendo Ikari in her mind. She did not understand. The smell of the days-old sweat, tobacco and alcohol on his body was exciting her.
A wetness upon her face. In the morning light she could see sparkling drops of crystal falling from his face. The Commander was crying. She did not know why. One tear rolled down her face and moistened her lips; it tasted salty to her. She found herself wondering what his semen would taste like.
Commander Ikari hugged her against his body with his strong arms as his voice seemed to become more high-pitched. More tears fell. She could feel his rapid heartbeat. She wanted him to hold her so tight that she couldn't move. She wanted the warmth of his body. She wanted his power, his manliness.
The sensation of the terrycloth bathrobe and the rough, wiry hair of his chest rubbing against the soft skin of her cheek seemed to grow to encompass her entire body as the scent of his raw maleness filled her nostrils. Through the mist, she felt an aching, a growing tingling in her loins.
This was the closest that she had ever been to him; this was what she had wanted for so long. She no longer cared what he had said, what he had done to her or how badly he had hurt her; she just wanted to be taken by *him*; she just wanted him to give it to her, no to *fuck* her. She could feel a spreading warmth in her panties as the urge to hump her crotch against the nearest object grew. She found herself squeezing her silky thighs tightly together in order to accentuate the slow burning, the throbbing within the depths of her womanhood.
Would Gendo use this opportunity to mount her and slide his hardness into her eager, waiting, begging snatch? Her hard nipples pressed painfully against the fabric of her shirt. Every fibre of her being cried out for penetration.
--
Gendo continued to hug her and cry about things she did not understand.
"Yui..."
"Love..."
"Yui..."
"Die..."
"Yui..."
"Alone..."
"Me..."
" Yui..."
He relaxed his hold upon her and allowed her head to settle in his lap once more. Rei was disappointed to find no strong, firm erection to rub her face against. In a moment of focus, she could see that the commander's eyes were filled with sorrow. He was still crying.
It took all of her strength and willpower to raise her arm and caress his cheek, a pins and needles sensation prickling her hand as she felt the fuzz of his scruffy facial hair beneath her fingertips. She was not entirely sure why she chose to do this; somehow it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She just wanted him to be happy again - she wanted to make him happy.
"Please Yui, I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I feel so alone..." Rei felt the clouds lifting from her consciousness for a brief moment.
"You were never alone." Her tongue felt heavy and thick within her mouth. She gently wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb, then ran a finger softly along his bearded jawbone before giving into exhaustion and allowing her arm to fall limply to the side.
--
Commander Ikari had stared in confusion at her for several moments. It seemed like hours to Rei, but perhaps only twenty seconds had passed. His teeth had clenched and his face had twitched almost imperceivably as though he were in deep thought. He slowly leaned forward, cradling her head in his arms as he placed his lips softly against her own.
Rei's brain screamed out for her to embrace him, to pull him on top of her to push her tongue into his mouth, to return the kiss as deeply as possible. Her body simply did not have the energy to comply.
His warm breath tickled her as his tongue protruded slightly and caressed her lips, taking no further liberties. The smell of the whiskey was overwhelming, saturating her senses and taking her to new heights of arousal; by the time Gendo had broken off, stood up, lowered her head back onto the pillow and left the room, Rei's panties were practically glued to her body with her own secretions.
She licked her lips, savouring the taste of booze and cigarettes - the taste of Ikari. It took only the gentlest, feather-light touch upon her blood-engorged clitoris to bring her to a back-arching climax that left a large spreading stain upon her shirt and upon the blanket stuffed between her thighs.
--
That had been two days ago. As Rei stood naked in the bathroom, she could still smell the musky scent of her love juices from her ejaculation. It had been almost a week since she last washed. She felt much better.
"Commander Ikari must have smelt it." Rei's voice was almost a whisper as she addressed her reflection in the mirror. The thought of the commander being aroused by her natural female scent made Rei quite excited.
Her attention was drawn to her round, soft breasts - her twin mounds of warm, pale flesh capped with perfect coral-pink nipples. Already a little large for her C-cup bras, Rei could imagine achieving a D-cup or larger within the next two years. Failing to exhibit even the smallest hint of sag or unevenness, she could not fail to be impressed by her own perfection. She smiled as she imagined Ikari's reaction to seeing them uncovered, her nipples firm, erect and begging to be sucked. She doubted that he would be able to keep his hands off her.
The thought of the Commander put Rei in the mood for lust. Unprepared for being so sensitive, so quickly, she gasped as her fingertips fluttered over her slightly puffy aureoles and the twin pegs of ruby at their centre. She kneaded her tender titflesh with both hands, tiny moans escaping her lips.
The delicate petals of her womanhood were engorged and flushed pink with arousal as the strong, intoxicating scent of damp pussy reached her nostrils. Rei frowned slightly at the sight of some fine azure stubble covering her juicy mound. She hated the look and feel of hair down there and resolved to shave it completely smooth during her impending shower.
"If I am going to wash, I might as well get dirty." Even when leg-humpingly horny, her voice never broke a monotone. Rei slid a finger along her pulsating slit, then brought it to her mouth and tasted her sweet and tangy arousal, sucking sensuously on the digit for the benefit of her reflection.
--
If Gendo Ikari had not been in bed sleeping off his hangover (and catching up with his lost sleep) and had chanced to walk past the bathroom door, he would perhaps have been very interested in, or perhaps even stimulated by, the moaning, groaning, squealing, panting and electronic humming coming from inside.
--
Rei Ayanami reluctantly switched off the electric toothbrush and pulled it from her rapidly pulsing snatch with a loud, wet slurp, her internal muscles fighting a losing battle to keep it inside. The plastic casing was slick with her juices and girlcum, as were the tiles between her smooth, sleek, womanly thighs. She was slightly relieved not to have shorted out the circuitry with the sheer volume of her ejaculation.
She continued to half-heartedly abrade her erect clit with the head of the brush, before clipping it back onto the main unit. Her cheeks were flushed red from her exertion and her girlcum still dripped invitingly from her throbbing cunt. She sighed and rubbed some of her sticky jizz onto her breasts; as pleasant and agreeable as it was, masturbation no longer seemed enough now that she was so close to the real thing.
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Rei placed the toothbrush back upon the shelf above the sink. It was a conscious choice not to rinse it off. The Commander would have a very sweet, tasty and pleasant surprise when he next decided to clean his teeth.
Rei shook her head, clearing some of the residual cobwebs and climbed into the shower cubicle. It was time to take the next step.