Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ The Shadow Aspect ❯ Under the Sea (II) ( Chapter 3 )

THE SHADOW ASPECT

By: Jessup

 

PART 03: Under the Sea (II)

 

 

 

This is what happened:

 

Rei walked out of the shower room, toweling off her hair, and was at once aware that someone else was in her apartment. She recognized the stranger as her fellow pilot and co-worker, Shinji Ikari, the Third Child. He currently wore the Commander's old glasses, the ones he had broken during his rescue of her in the accident with Unit-00.

 

Lt. Ibuki had saved the glasses from Experiment Station's clean-up crew and brought them to Rei when she was recuperating in the hospital. It was one of many odd gestures the woman made towards Rei, but one that the First Child appreciated on a certain level. The Commander's broken glasses were a symbol of the concern he had shown for her when she had been injured, possibly died. The fact that Commander Ikari had worried for her wellbeing even when she was easily replaceable, that he had allowed her to heal her broken body instead of simply replacing it with a fresh duplicate, meant…

 

…warmth.

 

A succinct if vague definition but it was the best label Rei could put to the tangle of thoughts and images in her heart. The First Child was an outside observer of the human condition and the ease (and carelessness) with which others threw around words like 'love' and 'hate' without respect for their underlying concepts made little sense to her. Perhaps, Rei often thought to herself, their capacity for experiencing and navigating emotion is what made them human and her not.

 

So when she saw the Third Child being careless with those glasses Rei moved to take them away from a boy who had no concept of their worth. He panicked and tripped, falling down on her. At the same time his satchel caught on her underwear drawer and its contents were strewn over them.

 

He stared down at her with… some sort of emotion. There was a heavy pressure on her chest where he had placed a hand of his. He didn't move off her.

 

"Would you move?" she asked flatly.

 

He did.

 

 

 

No, this is what happened:

 

 

Ikari-kun stares down at her with warmth in his eyes, just like his father had that day. It seems as if warmth is everywhere, spreading out through his hand on her chest; warmth through his clothed body into her naked one, just from close contact. Something… something VERY warm is poking at her pubic region. In fact, Rei feels her body generating its own warmth in that space between her legs that serves no purpose. Just by being near her Shinji Ikari is giving her more warmth than she has ever felt in her whole lifetime.

 

And then comes a thought that steals her warmth: what if he moves away from her?

 

"Please don't go," she says, voice trembling with need. "Please don't get off."

 

"I won't," he whispers, leaning his face closer to hers. Something stiff digs into her mons and her body sparks. Warmth and sparks: Rei now has two words for these strange sensations. "D-did anyone ever tell you you're b-b-beautiful, Rei?"

 

The question unsettles her. The issue of physical appearance has never been relevant to her life before. Yet the thought that he finds her beautiful - something with special value above others - brings more warmth. "N-no. Never. Am… am I, Ikari-kun?"

 

He brings his face close to hers and their lips touch.

 

Rei is not unfamiliar with this courtship ritual. Even her sporadic attendance at school has introduced many difficult concepts to her, including kissing. She understands its appeal in a clinical sense as being an act of two individuals that attempts to bridge the impossible distance between their hearts, but never has she considered kissing or being kissed herself.

 

But now, being kissed? It brings Rei warmth and sparks galore.

 

It also brings to mind the Commander's voice: "Rei," he so often says to her, "you have a purpose."

 

Purpose: to defeat the Angels and initiate Instrumentality by the forbidden union of Adam and Lilith using her body and soul as a conduit.

 

Reward for fulfilling that purpose: a return to nothingness, the only thing she wants in this cold reality termed 'life'.

 

Being kissed: not something she was intended for.

 

Rei breaks the kiss and turns her face away from Shinji's, afraid of WANTING to kissed again. She has never wanted anything before, save release from the suffering that is existence. Her heart races at the though of Ikari-kun's lips and of the feel of his hands on her and of that… that erection…. pressing against her womanly place.

 

Rei understands the three things a female can productively use a male's erection for:

 

Mating — that which she cannot do.

 

Making love — something which she neither understands nor has the capacity to do.

 

Fucking — yes, she can engage in a purely physical action. It would bring her warmth, so much warmth. It would be easy to open her legs, give him access, and allow Ikari-kun to do things to her body; things that human boys do to human girls.

 

But she is not a normal human girl. She may not even be human.

 

"N-no!" she reminds herself aloud. "Stop! This is not right!"

 

Shinji thinks she's talking to him when he asks, "Wh-what?"

 

She turns her head to face him once again. She tries to tell him: this is not what I am meant for - I am a tool of the Commander to bring about Instrumentality, a tool used to pilot Evangelion and fight the… the…

 

…the Angel.

 

Rei frowns. That last thought seems terribly important… why?

 

"Ikari-kun, this is not right! Something is—

 

 

 

 

—a region associated with disposing of bodily wastes and reproduction," explained the Commander.

 

Rei Ayanami, looking all of nine years old, sits nude on the examination table. The Commander and Dr. Fuyutsuki are introducing her to the basic biology of her body so that she may one day function more autonomously. Dutiful even at such a young age, she listens attentively and files the information presented to her for future reference. When they reach a point she does not fully comprehend she asks the Commander to elaborate.

 

"Reproduction?" asks Rei, curious. She spreads her knees apart and leans over. In the gap between her legs there is her urethra, which she understands from daily use, but it is nestled among tabs of discolored skin. The purpose of that region has always eluded her. It seems to serve no purpose from what she has seen.

 

Doctor Fuyutsuki looks away from her body. The Commander, as always, fixes eye contact on her and explains, "The act of two biologically-compatible individuals mixing their genetic material together in order to propagate their species."

 

Rei accepts his word as indisputable fact. Following that train of thought to the next logical question, she asks, "I am able to reproduce?"

 

"No," states the Commander.

 

"Why not?"

 

"Because it is not your purpose."

 

He waits, as if his statement is some sort of test, but Rei Ayanami merely accepts his word as gospel and draws her knees back together. The Commander takes that movement as a sign the discussion is over.

 

"Moving on," he pages the PowerPoint to a new slide featuring a human GI tract, "here is the relevant information regarding your—

 

 

 

 

—pants and boxers are around Ikari-kun's ankles and his hot, hard-yet-supple shaft is pressed between her inner thighs last than two inches from her slit. She can feel his heart beat through the telltale twitch of his stiff penis. She can feel it. She can also feel how her skin, still damp from the shower, soaks in that incredible heat. Before she can stop herself Rei pushes her thighs closer together, enveloping him further in her lean flesh, all to keep Ikari-kun from taking his warmth away from her.

 

The reason she cannot stop herself is that the Third Child is… is worshipping - there is not other word for it - her two breasts. He is laying hands on her, rolling and pinching and massaging the swells of her chest. It's impossible how he is making her feel. It is more than sparks or warmth or even heat… like the heat of his that she's desperately trying to keep trapped between her thighs. Her skin itself has come alive. It is no longer the dull sensory organ that Rei must clean each morning, that Doctor Akagi jabs needles and tubes into. No. Now the First Child feels every brushstroke of Ikari-kun's touch rippling through her whole body. It's almost too much for her. She's afraid of what will happen to her if it does indeed become too much.

 

This, she realizes in a minor epiphany, is pleasure.

 

She's never felt pleasure before.

 

She's never imagined that her body, her cage of flesh, could produce such a… a good thing.

 

She wants more. She wants—

 

 

 

 

—to know what she is supposed to feel.

 

The damaged entry plug is drained of LCL and the Third Child is leaning into the plug through the emergency access hatch. His face is wet with tears, his eyes are shining, and his words are strange.

 

"Don't ever say that, don't say that you have nothing else," he admonishes her, weeping, "just don't say that! And don't say goodbye when you leave on a mission, it's just too sad."

 

"Why are you crying?" When he doesn't answer her she searches for something to say. She fails. "…I'm very sorry, but I don't know how to express myself in situations like this."

 

He wipes the tears away from one eye. "Why don't you just try smiling?"

 

The Third Child's suggestion confuses Rei. Smiling? Do not social mores dictate that smiling is done when someone is happy and not confused? But then she remembers Commander Ikari smiling in relief when he rescued her and something clicks in Rei's mind about what it means to smile. So she tries to comply with Ikari-kun's suggestion.

 

It takes effort. The muscles of her face aren't used to such an arrangement. It twinges just a little.

 

…but, amazingly, her smile brings warmth to him. She never knew she could give another person—

 

 

 

 

—herself. She's never wanted to give herself to anyone save the Commander, and only then she was giving over her life to his purpose, not her body. The bargain they have - she brings him to Yui and he lets her return to nothingness - suddenly seems unimportant compared to giving back warmth to Ikari-kun.

 

Using her slim thighs she gives his trapped member a light squeeze. Shinji moans. He rests his forehead on her bare breasts and she can't see his eyes anymore. Shinji's posterior buckles upwards, half-withdrawing his erection from her thighs. She opens her mouth to ask him to… do… something with it… but before she can Ikari-kun makes a little stab downwards, driving his cock back into the warm, sticky place they've made together between her inner thighs. Rei groans as sparks tingle up and down her legs.

 

An idea briefly flickers through her mind of taking the bath towel she's lying on top of and wrapping it around both of them, bringing them closer, trapping their body heat together. Rei can't will herself to try, however. She curious to see what he'll do next and she doesn't want to risk him stopping.

 

Ikari-kun rolls his head to the side and extends his tongue. When he flicks the warm tip of it across one of her tiny, erect nipples a wonderful chill runs—

 

 

 

 

—up her legs as Unit-00 sank into the shadow. It felt cold, colder than even that last bolt of pain she'd felt when Naoko Akagi had finally broken her neck.

 

Her right hand reached out for the plug's butterfly handlebar controls and she triggered the emergency ejection command. Nothing happened. Instead a message labeled 'Unknown Error' popped up on her HUD.

 

Over the radio Pilot Soryu screamed out, "M-MISATO! HELP ME!"

 

But there was nothing anyone could do for them. There was only the shadow, the cold, and inevitable defeat.

 

When Unit-00 had at last been totally consumed Rei Ayanami looked out through her Eva's sensors and saw—

 

 

 

 

—Ikari-kun licking and kissing and massaging her breasts, her body, herself. Beyond the pleasure of it all she could think of was how he thought she was beautiful. He thought she was attractive, special, when everyone else had always looked at her and saw too-pale skin, freakish hair, and eyes that--

 

(Wait. This... this did NOT happen! He got off of me when I asked!)

 

"S-stop!" she says, trying to fight off her own body's hunger. "Ikari-kun, this is not real! We are still inside out Evas!"

 

Shinji does not listen. Instead he gathers up the swell of her right breast in his hand, plumping up the sensitive flesh, and brings down his open mouth onto it. The warmth of his mouth as he sucks her tit into himself, the rough texture of his tongue slathering over her nipple, and even the sharp pain of his teeth digging into her skin… it's finally too much for Rei.

 

What happens next is as beyond 'sparks' as pleasure is beyond 'warmth'. It's as if her five senses pool together and flash stronger than an AT-Field. The First Child is aware of everything her body is touching in extraordinary detail - she feels every fiber of muscle on Shinji's tongue as it curls around her left nipple, she can feel his warm salvia wash into every crinkle and crevice of her little tan nipple's skin. Her thighs squeeze together tighter still, working the stiff penis trapped between them. The weight of Shinji's body on her is so real, so great, it's as if she is the Earth and he is the Sun - they are eternally linked and it is meant to be.

 

"H-uuuuuh!" she gasps. In her delirium Rei releases her death grip on Shinji's erection and spreads her legs outward in an unconscious invitation.

 

She has to tell him, Rei thinks. He has to know what he's doing to her. Yet all she can manage to do is arch her back and cry out, "Ikari-kun! Ikari-kun!"

 

As Rei soaks in the afterglow Shinji removes his mouth from her breast. Instead he takes one hand and presses it onto the center of her chest. This confuses Rei, at least until she realizes where his other hand has gone and what it is holding.

 

"Rei," he grunts, "I love you."

 

(Why would anyone love me?)

 

"NO!!" she screams, feeling him press the pre-cum coated tip of his erection into the narrow space between the folds of her—

 

 

 

 

—labia spreads easily, though the discolored flesh, its hue far darker than her otherwise pale skin, feels particularly tender under her fingers. Curious, she thinks, studying the reflection of her naked genitals.

 

It's early 2014 and Rei has been living by her herself for three months. Her apartment is starting to take on a layer of dust that will soon turn to grime. There is no reason to maintain the place, not from Rei's perspective. She only uses it for sleeping. Besides, even if something unfortunate were to occur to her because of its poor conditions she can be replaced if need be.

 

Now though she is using her apartment for personal exploration. In recent weeks her body has begun to show signs of puberty. As she has seen with several of her female classmates' bodies in the mandatory showers after Physical Education classes, Rei's vulva and pubic region has begun to sport small hairs. A secondary sexual characteristic, she remembers from the Commander's biology lessons.

 

Rei is sitting on her bed, knees draw up and folded legs spread in a wide 'V' shape. Resting in front of her nude body is a small mirror propped up by a pile of school textbooks to produce a suitable angle at which she might inspect her changing body. Remembering the sensitivity of this particular region to pain from past hygienic activities, Rei is careful as she explores her mound with the tips of her fingers.

 

She reads off the name of each part of her anatomy from memory as her fingers work their way downwards from the stray hairs that drew her childlike curiosity to explore this unimportant and purposeless part of her body: mons veneris, the gentle swell of fatty tissues that sports her newly grown hairs; clitoral hood, clitoris (not viewable at the moment), outer labia, inner labia. As her fingertips do their exploring the things under their touch grow slightly warmer.

 

At last Rei takes hold of her lower body's lips on either side and spreads them out. There is a twinge of pain as she does so but the First Child is very much used to that sensation by now. Her action reveals the pinkish-red tissues of her vagina. Rei studies her inner self for a few moments, memorizing the appearance of this and the rest of her genital area. Then, carefully, she brings down her right index finger and push the tip of it int--

 

"Ow!"

 

Rei jerks her hand back. That was a distinctly unpleasant feeling, she notes for posterity. Strange. I had understood that to be enjoyable.

 

The First Child stares at the reflection of her body, then leans forward to pick up the mirror. I have seen enough now, she—

 

 

 

—can't think. She can't think. She can't think. There is only Shinji's awful weight and the certain knowledge of what is about to happen. Something inside the First Child snaps and she screams with a power and a level of emotion alien to her, "NO!! STOP!! PLEASE, SHINJI!! PLEASE STOP!!"

 

Please don't hurt me. Not you too.

 

Shinji's body quakes (Rei shivers as his cockhead accidentally brushes along the length of her glistening slit) and his eyelids, previously half-closed in his delirium, snap open. He throws himself off her, rolling to the side, and Rei is left feeling a mixture of conflicting emotions. It hurts her head trying to put them in semblance of order. All of it, all the things she's never had to deal with or even consider before, ideas of pain and pleasure and wanting something you shouldn't have, is too much for Rei. She closes her eyes; one tear drop streaks down each cheek before disappearing into the locks of sweat-soaked azure hair that cling to her scalp.

 

Fighting back the perplexing mixture of hunger, desire, fear, and revulsion, Rei looks to Shinji. The Third Child is not in a good way.

 

"Rei," he says with great urgency, pouring so much of his emotion into her name. "Rei, oh God! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, p-p-please f-forgive…"

 

He covers his face with a hand and turns away from her. His body trembles, as if a great force is fighting its way out. Rei understands the principle of the matter.

 

What am I supposed to do in a situation such as this? How am I supposed to react? How can I help him with his pain? What do I do?

 

She does not know what is proper in these circumstances. All she is certain of is that she wants to hold him. Physical contact, Rei decides, would be pleasing for both parties. So she takes his nearest hand in hers and holds him in her own small way.

 

Shinji uncovers his face and looks at her. Some emotion passes over his face, what exactly Rei Ayanami does not know, but it warms her heart.

 

"Ikari-kun," she says, savoring the simple feeling of his fingers interlaced with hers. "You stopped. For me."

 

For me. For me. For me. For me. I asked and he stopped for me because he did not want to hurt me.

 

"B-but, Ayanami," he says, voice shaking. Rei notes that his erection is still tall and rigid. "I a-a-almost… I almost didn't—"

 

And then, without warning, Shinji Ikari disappears in a blink of an eye.

 

"IKARI-KUN!" shouts Rei, reaching over and running her hand through the space the Third Child previously occupied next to her on the floor. She futilely looks around the apartment. "Shinji?!"

 

"He is occupied elsewhere."

 

Rei's eyes widen. She knows that voice. "Commander?" The First Child twists around to find Gendo Ikari, dressed in his standard NERV uniform, towering over her.

 

His voice is cool and without passion. "You should not have engaged the Third Child in that manner, Rei. You know his relationship to your genetic donor. What you were considering was… disgusting."

 

Rei casts her eyes downwards, unable to object to his analysis. "I… I did not want, did not mean t--"

 

"Your wants are irrelevant. You exist for a purpose, Rei. Or has the allure of silly indulgences made you foolish?"

 

"I…"

 

"You still feel it, don't you? Between your legs? The need, the desire to mate."

 

The Commander's words hit home. Rei does feel the pull of instinct, even in the absence of Shinji to reciprocate. Her private parts tingle and the warmth in her body hasn't yet gone away.

 

"You're going to do it, aren't you? You're going to be selfish and stick your fingers into yourself, molest your own body, just to satisfy an irrelevancy."

 

The need, the heat, the urge, blooms within Rei. It's almost as if Commander Ikari is ordering her to pleasure herself in front of him.

 

(Why would he order that? Why is he even here? Where did Sh--)

 

"I do," whispers Rei, pressing her legs together. "Sir, I do."

 

"Then do it and be done with it already!"

 

The First Child, still on the floor, curls into a fetal position. Breathing growing heavy, she reaches down to touch herself.

 

"Haaah!" she groans, unused to this feeling or most any feeling at all. "Haah!"

 

The fingers of her left hand, drawn stiffly together, mechanically stroke from her bush backwards to the rose of her anus and then forwards again. The process repeats. Her right hand gropes at her left breast, attempting to replicate Ikari-kun's successes there.

 

"Uh! Huuuh! Uuuh!"

 

It's the blind groping of an innocent. Rei's fingers are guided not by backroom gossip or saucy excerpts snuck from a trashy paperback but rather by blind, raw need. A nature that the First Child long considered absent from her being, one that she has no experience handling, drives her to act out the most natural impulse of all.

 

"Huuuh! Haaah!"

 

Rei's fingers and palm grow slick with her pussy's lubrication. Her masturbation takes on a new level of sound as small, wet noises fill the silent apartment. Slowly, as her folds grow fat with blood and excitement, her whole skin, especially her face, takes on a prominent blush. This blush only intensifies as Rei fights off her awareness of Commander Ikari's watching eyes. He can see me do everything, she suddenly thinks. He must smell me, my woman's smell.

 

"Uuuhhhhh! Ohhhh!"

 

She groans. "Please… please do not look at me, sir." When she peeks upwards the Commander's stance is unchanged. Rei shudders, curls back into the fetal position, and focuses on her own unquenchable need.

 

"Haaah! Uhh! Mmm!"

 

There is a change in her body, one that Rei does not see nor is aware of. As her excitement grows and what the First thinks of as warmth and sparks grow from her crotch and spread out into her whole body a small, pink bud rises to prominence at the opening of her vulva. Rei's clumsy fingers, stroking back and forth along her wet pussy, brush against it.

 

"HUUUH!"

 

Rocking with pleasure, Rei uses her left index alone to circle around this one amazing point. The hand on her breast focuses on the nipple, squeezing and rubbing the tiny caramel-colored nib. Rei shakes as something frantic builds up inside her. A fantasy of Shinji, back from wherever he was taken, fills her imagination. He is atop her again, pressing his engorged penis into her slit, pressing her down with one hand as he moves his whole weight into her. Her lower lips are stretched apart as he moves into her and makes her a wo--

 

"Sh-SHINJI!" she bursts as her body shakes with waves of electricity. "N-nnnnnn! Uhh! Aaahh! Mmm!"

 

The urgency of her animalistic need spikes, then fades, before a warm sense of happiness replaces it. Rei Ayanami neither reflects on this feeling's uniqueness in her life, nor on any other philosophical aspect of her first self-induced orgasm. Instead she does a distinctly un-Rei-like thing.

 

She mellows.

 

Circling down from a great height, Rei Ayanami breathes in and out. She is totally aware of her body and the thought of touching herself again is unbearable. Even the feel of the bath towel's fabric underneath her is too much. Each bristle seems to rake across her sensitive skin, as if every point of her body was like the special bud between her legs. She tries not to move.

 

Time passes. Reluctantly, Rei uncurls, extending her slender arms and legs out on the dirty apartment floor. She also looks up to see the Commander is still watching her. But something has changed about him, something that takes Rei less than a second to notice.

 

There is a large tent in his dark uniform dress pants. A small, wet spot graces the tip of the tent.

 

"Rei," he says, "I have a use for you."

 

The Commander undoes his belt, then the pants button underneath it. He stops after that. Rei knows why. He wants her to take the last step, to pull the zipper down his fly, to take him in her small hand not because he's already out there but because she went inside in search of him.

 

He has a use for me, she thinks. Could this be part of my purpose?

 

The idea of having more pleasuring, or even experiencing mutual pleasure, appeals to the First Child. And if she cannot partake of that experience with Ikari-kun, why not with the one other person who has shown her affection?

 

(Why not? Because you know he doesn't--)

 

Rei pushes that traitorous thought away, instead imaging the Commander's weight on her as he rubs his shaft along her waiting slit. She trembles at the forbidden idea. Doctor Akagi would not approve.

 

That fact make Rei feel happy, though she cannot say why.

 

She says, "Yes, sir."

 

The First Child gets on her knees and shuffles over to the Commander. First she grabs hold of his undone belt and slowly pulls it out, careful not to damage his uniform with haste. She sets the belt aside in a neat roll. Then she takes hold of his zipper in one hand and the top of his pants in the other and rolls the zipper down. She rustles his pants down, revealing not briefs like Ikari-kun but bare, muscled skin. Naked skin.

 

Rei draws in a sharp breath.

 

Hanging between the Commander's powerful legs is a long, thick rod of erect flesh; its heavy head, slick with shiny pre-cum, points dully at Rei's face. Her eyes follow it to its base, the dark, hairy juncture between his legs. Hanging on below on either side of his cock are two large, fleshy testicles. Rei brings a hand up and before she can stop herself she cups one of the two egg-sized lumps in her right hand. The smooth skin of the sack is warm in Rei's hand. Her touch, she notices, causes the head of his cock to flare, causing a tiny emission of lubricant.

 

"Rei," orders the Commander, "take me in your mouth."

 

She looks up at him, unsure of how such an act could be physically possible, but his cold black eyes encased behind orange-tinted glasses silence her. Still hesitant, she still nods. "Y-yes, sir."

 

Rei slides her right hand up his crotch, away from his balls, and wraps her small fingers around the base of his erection. She then takes her left hand and delicately takes hold of him midway up his length. The Commander's member feels both impossibly hard yet undeniably supple. Despite her anxiety a part of Rei wants this to happen. She stares at his wet cockhead and contemplates what is about to happen.

 

The First Child leans forward and cautiously licks the underside of his head. A salty, slightly bitter flavor registers on her tongue.

 

"Rei. I ordered you to take me into your mouth."

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"And watch your teeth."

 

"Yes, sir."

 

Rei Ayanami opens her mouth as wide as it can go and then leans forward. Slowly, she manages to work the bulbous head of the Commander's penis into her mouth. It's a tight fit. Breathing hard through her noise, the heavy smell of him fills her nostrils. It's… not bad. It's not Ikari-kun, but it's not bad.

 

Wetting the skin of the cock helps. Rei pauses in her efforts and pulls back to rub the saliva and pre-cum coated two inches at the head of the Commander's shaft back all along the rest of its length. The sight of her tiny, pale fingers dancing all along his cock fascinates Rei Ayanami. Soon his whole member's skin shines in the apartment's limited lighting. Commander Ikari is softly grunting by this point. Rei knows that the emissions of excitement from his erection's tip are increasing.

 

Rei goes down on him again. Gradually she reaches a point where she can go no further - the back of her mouth. Any further and he would be in my throat, Rei think, and that is not likely, especially as he ordered me to pleasure him with my 'mouth'.

 

Commander Ikari, however, cares nothing for semantics. "More."

 

Rei, mouth still filled, tries to looks up at him and commutate that she can't. That it's impossible.

 

"MORE," he demands.

 

The Commander roughly grabs hold of her hair and without warning forces Rei Ayanami as far down on him as physical possible. Only her years of experience dealing with breathing LCL prevents her from gagging or retching as this warm, foreign thing rudely uses her throat. Yet all Rei can think of as her nose presses into the curly mass of brown hairs covering his pubis is he's in me he's in me I am his.

 

The pace that follows is relentless. A more experienced girl would characterize it as a proper face-fucking, maybe even a face-rape. Rei Ayanami, as previously stated however, is an innocent in the world of sexuality and merely accepts what happens as part and parcel of her purpose. It may not be enjoyable, it may be hard to breath, it may even hurt, but she finds satisfaction in following the Commander's orders… and, yes, in being with the Commander.

 

Finally the man reaches a breaking point and he shoves himself as deeply as he can into Rei Ayanami's face. The First Child feels the first wave of white cum travel up his length, the liquid ripping the tight skin her tongue is servicing.

 

"Y-Yui!" he grunts.

 

Rei's heart breaks. As thick ropes of his seed (Shinji-kun came from this, she thinks) shoots down her throat, she sobs. Her meat-filled mouth, however, muffles her cries. When the Commander finishes spurting he releases his iron grip on her head and stumbles backwards. His dwindling shaft slips from her lips, bringing with it an outpouring of clear salvia and blobs of his white cum that leak from his cock's last, erratic spasms. It all runs down Ayanami's chin, collects at a point, and dribbles onto the floor.

 

Rei gasps for air, involuntarily sucking the mixture of juices down her windpipe. She gags and falls face-forward onto the dirty floor. The First Child's face turns beet red as she struggles to clear her throat between bursts of tears. She can taste his salty flavor on her lips, in her mouth, in her throat; some has even backed up into her nose where it burns Rei. The worst sensation, though, is the feel of queasy hotness Ayanami feels in her stomach. She can feel the Commander's seed pooling inside her. It fills her with a strange sensation, one she doesn't understand, at the thought of Shinji Ikari finding out what she has done, of knowing what she has willingly taken into herself.

 

It is shame.

 

For only the second time in her life, Rei Ayanami finds tears filling her eyes.

 

The Commander reaches down and grabs Rei's wrists. Before she can react he forces her facedown onto the apartment's filthy floor and sits on her thin legs. His weight is too much. She cannot move. She is too weak to fight back.

 

And, going off the evidence of what she can feel slumped across the back of her right thigh, Rei can tell that the Commander's large erection has returned.

 

This time he does not want Ayanami to use her mouth to pleasure him.

 

"Yui," he moans, rubbing his thickness along her slit. "My Yui."

 

"NO!" she cries, her soul filling with a fear that she has never before felt, not even as the Shadow Angel drew Ikari-kun into itself. "No! Rei! Commander Ikari, I AM R--"

 

He does not listen. Instead he draws back, rocking on his knees and thereby sending bolts of pain through Rei's legs as he shifts his heavy weight over her delicate bones, before then immediately shifting forward again and stabbing int—

 

"SHINJI!!" Rei flinches... but the expected blow does not come. The painful pressure on her legs is gone. With a start the First Child opens her eyes and turns over.

 

The Commander is not there.

 

He is, in fact, nowhere to be found in the room.

 

"I… I do not understand. How…?"

 

(The Angel. Remember the Angel. You Are—)

 

"…still inside my Eva," says Rei, finishing the thought. Why did I forget that? Her stomach grumbles. And why did I… I let the… the Commander do… THAT… to me?

 

"You did it," says a new voice, "because you love him even though he doesn't love you back."

 

Rei whips her head around. There, sitting casually on the First Child's bed, is a woman in a lab coat. "D-Doctor Akagi?!"

 

"Please," says the burgundy-haired scientist, "call me Naoko."

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

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