Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Yori looked over at the bed, his ears perked as he smiled. "Usually when I kiss people it doesn't hurt," he smirked.

Alana sat up and rubbed her head. "Yeah...well...you're not suppose to be kissing me."

He leaned forward. Their faces were just inches apart. His eyes had a golden tone to them. "And why not?" He smirked.

Alana blushed. For a moment, she was speechless. She bit her lip and moved her face from him a bit. "Because it's forbidden. Just thinking of kissing could get us in a lot of trouble."

Yori continued to lean further. His tail wrapped around the bed post to keep him steady. "So?" he whispered. "Just us being here is forbidden? We already kissed. We're already doomed to die if someone finds out." He licked his lips, his blue eyes now mostly golden. "Why not enjoy the sins of the flesh?"

Alana pressed her back against the wall. She didn't know what to say. Yes, they were doomed if they were ever found out. Her heart was pounding against her chest and her skin was suddenly hot. Her hand went to her skirt and fisted it just to have something to hold on to.

"I...don't think you know what you are implying," she said in a low, but deep tone.

Yori looked at her and smiled. "I know just what I'm implying. I've already broken the cardinal rule for kissing you. Might as well break them all. If the reward is worth the risk...why not?"

Reward? What reward? She's a human! What could she offer him?! Her breathing picked up. He was definitely not acting like a ten year old now... He was right though. They have already broken the rule for kissing. Just for that if they were ever found out, they would be killed...at least Alana would.

Yori let his hand caress her face as he pulled her to him so that he could kiss her again. His tongue ran over her lips as he pulled back and smiled. "See? I told you that kissing me didn't hurt."

What was she doing? This was wrong. Wasn't it? But...did it matter anymore. "Yori...you are risking you life...you are playing with death," she warned.

Yori smirked. "If they ever found out what I am. What kind of monster I really am, I'm as good as dead." His golden eyes flashed before her. "I'm sure my dear sister has already told you of this."

Alana nodded. What else could she do? She felt helpless...but in a good way. Usually she was the one in charge but looking at him...he had so much power over her and she had no idea how. His golden eyes swam deeply into hers and she swallowed hard. Her body tingled and just looking at him made her body heat spike again.

Offering her his hand, he pulled her up to the bed with him. "I only get a short time before he fights for control once more." He smirked as he pressed his lips to her neck. His fangs ran over her flesh, before he let his tongue follow suit.

Alana froze. "W-what..." she asked as his lips ran over her neck.

Yori smirked. She still hadn't figured it out. Oh well. No reason to ruin a perfectly good moment. As his fangs gently bit into her flesh, he ran his hands over her, caressing her body. As he brought his hands up to her face and made her kiss him again, he froze. He could feel himself fading already. The kid had strength, he'd give him that.

Alana was struggling to not lose herself. He was warm against her and his kisses were like fireworks. She closed her eyes to focus on what he had just said. Was there more than one person in Yori? Like a split personality? Did his sister know? Did it matter right now!?! She moved her hands to his back and pulled him down with her. She laid under him and moaned lightly as his fangs brushed her skin. Her lips found his and parted her lips lightly to let them crash over his again. Yori let his tongue dip into her mouth. His claws stretched out as he trailed a line over her clothes, slicing them from her body without ever touching her flesh. Even if he only had a few moments, this was more than enough to satisfy him. Alana broke the kiss to breathe. This defiantly wasn't the Yori she had known before hand. She pulled at his skirt until it was gone then started working on his pants. She moved her lips over his neck, nibbling even though her bite were nothing like his.

Yori smirked as she tore at her skirt. His hand slid down between her legs, rubbing her through her panties as he trailed his tongue over her. His free hand pulled at her shirt before he slipped his finger in between her breasts and used his claw to cut her bra. Alana was burning up. She bit her lip as he started rubbing her. She had been far with a guy before but she had never gone all the way. They always bored her, but now...now was different. All she wanted was to feel him in her. His tail ran over her leg, wrapping around it as he pushed the bra from her breasts. His fangs slid over her nipples as his tongue flicked over them. His hands pushed his pants down, and he quickly slid his hands up her legs to her panties where he casually tore the sides of them and tossed the flimsy fabric to the ground. Alana moaned at every touch. She undid his pants and worked with him to get them off. She moved her hands up to his ears and started rubbing them while pushing her lips against his.

For the first time since his eyes turned golden Yori actually blushed. Their ears were very sensitive. A soft moan escaped his lips as he nipped her flesh. He momentarily lost himself to the pleasure and actually drew a tiny amount of blood. Flicking his tongue over her neck, his hands slid down between her legs. Making sure his claws were all the way retracted he slid a finger against her clit as his other hand tore at his boxers. Alana hissed as he broke her skin but instantly forgave him when his fingers found her clit. She bucked under him and started to rub his ears faster.

He shuddered. She knew just where to pet. His tail trailed up and down her leg as he finally ripped the last pieces of his boxers off of him, revealing his already throbbing cock. Alana allowed herself to look down. She stopped petting him and froze. He was much bigger than any guy she had fooled around with. As a virgin, she was a little scared. Would he even fit? Feral monster of death or destruction or not...he nuzzled her hands so that she wouldn't stop. He saw the look on her face, and smirked.

"Don't worry. Not all of it is going into you," he told her.

He didn't want to split in her half. Spreading her legs, he rubbed his cock on her inner thigh before leaning forward and rubbing the tip of it against her clit and her opening. Her eyes met his. Slowly, her hands started working on his ears again. She moaned lightly as he rubbed against her and she moved her legs further apart to let him get closer.

He kept his eyes trained on hers. His almost hypnotic effect with his eyes keeping her somewhat calm. As he slid his hands down to her hips, he pushed forward and pulled her down to meet his cock. It was hard working the tip in, but once it did pop into her, he slowly started to work as much of himself into her as he could. Alana took a deep breath and shifted beneath him. It hurt. A lot. More than she thought it ever would. She turned her head to the side and bit her lip hard as small tears started to fall from her eyes while she closed them tightly. He worked himself about halfway into her. Anymore and he could actually hurt her. Judging by the small amount of blood that came from between her legs, this was her first time.

His tongue slid over her flesh as he waited a few seconds so that she would be properly stretched for his girth. Once he thought she was ready he pulled at her hips, sliding a little bit out before moving back into her. Alana fisted the sheets below her. She ached. Her lower half was on fire and she didn't think the pain would ever stop, but as he worked in her, slowly, her body relaxed and she turned to look at him. She had bitten so hard on her lip a trail of blood was running down her mouth. She watched his face and soon brought her hands to his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her finger tips.

Seeing the blood on her lips, Yori leaned down and ran his tongue over her lips tasting her blood. He quickly pressed his lips hard against hers as his pace increased and he started to slide more of his cock into her. She arched her back, moving her hands up to his head again to rub his ears once more. It didn't take long before she started moaning. Already she could feel herself building. Yori's eyes closed as she rubbed his ears. He continued trying to work himself into her deeper, but eventually just gave up. She was too tight as it was. He might as well enjoy what he had. His pace increased as his hand slid to her clit and began to massage it. He trailed his fangs over her flesh, trying hard not to sink them into her. Alana's body shook. It was starting to feel amazing. With him working her clit, she didn't have the strength to fight against herself. She let out a long, loud moan and whimper and she came and her walls tightened around his cock.

Yori groaned. It was too soon for him. Even as she road out her orgasm he kept pumping into her, searching for his own released. The little brat was starting to get stronger and he was growing weaker. He wanted this, and he wasn't going to give it up until he was through. Alana rubbed his ears faster, as if thanking him. Her lips ran over his hot flesh licking, sucking, and nibbling. He frowned. Now she was just getting boring. He tightened his grip on her hips. He wanted to shove himself all the way into her...but the brat kept him from doing it. Whatever part of him that was still there, he was a fighter. Finally after what seemed like an eternity he felt himself build. His nails started to push into her flesh as he did one final thrust, his cum pumping into her as he pushed himself against her. Alana cried out as his nails dug into her. Her hips ached with the pain. Quickly, she pulled his hands from her hips and his nails out of her flesh with a groan. Her arm went to his chest and she pushed him off her.

Yori hit the floor with a thud. A pitiful moan escaped his lips as he looked up at her, his blue eyes wide with curiosity. What was he naked? Why was she naked? Why was his...thing such a mess. Had they? He smiled as he stood and leaned on the bed. Her hips were bleeding. Had he done that? "I guess I lost myself," he said with a small laugh.

Alana instantly covered herself with the sheets. What had she done?! She had taken advantage of him and at the same time, completely broke all the rules set out by her President. She had sex with an Eldarian. Wrapping the sheets around her she went to her room and shut the doors that connected their rooms together. She would never be able forgive herself for doing that to Yori. He wasn't in his right mind...at least not the normal mind...she thought. Ughh! So confusing!

Yori watched as she ran into her room and shut the door. Looking at the bed and the torn clothes, he shook his head. What had he done? Staring into the mirror, he could almost see his other self staring back at him. Laughing at him. Mocking him with his golden eyes.

Yori's hand smashed into the glass. Pulling it back, he looked at the tiny shards embedded in his hand. What had he done that for? Why was he thinking like this? His head hurt and he had made Alana angry. He couldn't stay here, but he couldn't go to his sis either. Grabbing his pants, he quickly pulled them on. Opening up the window, he hoped down and ran. He didn't know where to go, but he had to get out of there. He couldn't stay there, not when he was like this.

Alana called Yori's sister as soon as she cleaned herself up and realized Yori was gone. "You have to come over right away....I really messed up and Yori is missing."

Midori was over there in a few minutes. She pounded on Alana's door until she finally let her in. "What happened? Why is Yori gone?"

Alana pulled her in and slammed the door. "You didn't tell me he had a split personality!"

Midori shook her head. "He doesn't," she told her, looking confused. "What do you mean he has a split personality?"

Alana stepped back and covered her mouth. "Oh...God...what have I done..." she whispered. It was confusing but she was sure that the person she had sex with wasn't Yori. "It wasn't him, Midori. I swear it wasn't the Yori I know. It all happened so fast and I was under him...my clothes were gone...his eyes were golden..." Alana said in tears. She wasn't one to cry, but now was one of those moments when she felt like she wanted to die.

Midori's eyes narrowed. "You did what with my brother!?" A growl emanated from her throat. "I told you that my brother is like a kid! You slept with him? You just condemned you both to death!" She looked at Alana, she wanted to tear her to shreds. Her fur was standing on end, but something she said made her stop. "His eyes...you say his eyes were golden?"

Alana nodded. "Midori, you have to understand. I know he's like a kid, but it was me who said no and him who talked me into it. I swear to you it wasn't the Yori I know...he was different...lustful, hungry....rougher." She pulled her skirt down to show her the bruising and claw marks on her hips. "Yori wouldn't do that...not the same Yori that you claim is like a kid."

Midori was barely listening to her. She was still stuck on the golden eyes part. "I've been a fool," she whispered. Turning to Alana, she bit her lip before finally forcing herself to say it. "The ritual of the feral.... It binds our feral side, but it binds it by fully merging it with ourselves. When I interrupted the ritual, I thought I'd destroyed Yori. I thought I left him with the mind of a child, but I was wrong. He doesn't have the mind of a child. That's just his way of coping with his feral side. His feral side must be bound to the deeper part of his psyche. It's two sides of the same coin!"

She looked at Alana who was thoroughly confused. "Yori acts like a child. Not because he has the mind of a ten year old, but because he has a heart of one. His personalities, emotions, desires, they were split in half rather than fused together. There is a tiny mixture, but for the most part they're literally two separate entities. On one hand you have Yori, who loves everyone, never has a bad thought about anyone, but enjoys fighting. On the other hand you have whoever the hell you slept with who is apparently the exact opposite of Yori...save for the fighting part."

"Everytime Yori lost himself, I just thought he went feral because nothing survived. Maybe what really happened was his other personality took over in response to the emotions that Yori's heart couldn't handle. He flipped to this new personality, which evidently doesn't have the same heart or morals that Yori does."

She nodded. That had to be it. "And now Yori is outside, probably lost, confused as hell, and doesn't know where to go. Let's hope nothing sets off his other persona or we'll both be in big trouble."

Alana rushed out of the house. She ran to the park praying that Yori would be there. She could explain it to him and maybe he could forgive her for over stepping her bounds. Her mind raced with the thoughts of the Yori she had slept with. Would he tell anyone just to be cocky? Could she trust him like the sweet Yori?