Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Thirty One ( Chapter 31 )

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

"Sleeping," he told her. "I'm a cat. That's what we like to do."

"You were very selfish. How could you get shot and just leave me like that?" she said as her eyes started to water. Her face was hard, she was upset, but she was also mad. "I thought you weren't coming back. So much happened and I needed you and you weren't there."

His eyes narrowed. "Do you have any idea what dying feels like? Believe me, it's not something pleasant. I went into hibernation to recover. I didn't exactly have much of a choice."

"I know what it's like! I gave you half my organs so your ungrateful ass could live! I struggled all month trying to figure out how I was going to live my life without you in it! I know what it feels like! I work up many times feeling like my heart was being ripped from my chest!" she yelled at him as the tears flew from her face. She grabbed one of the hospital trays and threw it at him. "I had to do everything on my own because you left me!" She glared at him for a second more before walking out of the room and starting to head out to go home.

Yori groaned. Couldn't she just be happy that he was there now? Hurrying out, he stopped her in the hallway. "Shut up and kiss me," he ordered as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. She wanted to be upset? Fine. But he wanted a kiss first.

Alana slapped at his chest and pushed him back. "You can't do that! You can't just kiss me when I'm mad at you! You know what that does to me! I'm mad with you! Let me be mad!" she yelled and pushed him again then once again started out.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her again. "Do you really think I'm going to take that? I come back, find you almost dead. I'm pregnant, something which we're going to talk about later. Horny. And not in the mood to fight. So either you let me make out with you now or I'm carrying you to a room and raping you."

She pulled her arm from him. "You sure do like to really talk about yourself! How about me? You leave, I'm left with you half dead. I give you organs just to keep you alive. Find out you are gone. Get kicked out of my house. Find out you are pregnant. And get threatened by the President all in one month! If anyone should be bitching and demanding shit, it's me!" She pushed him. "God! Sometimes I just want to beat the shit out of you but I'd only break my hands in the process!"

He looked at her, his hand caressing her face. She looked cute when she was pissed. "I'm back now," he told her. "We're alive. The President owes us now. Everything will get better from here. Besides, you can't be mad at me. I still have to marry you."

And just like that, all her anger was gone with that last little sentence. She started balling as she leaned into his chest. "I was so alone, Yori. You just left me there... And Blue Yori didn't know anything. I was so scared and I had to be brave for him." She fisted his shirt. "We have so much to talk about. Let's go home. And don't you dare switch on me because I swear I will beat you out with anything I can get my hands on."

"Don't worry. Fish boy is tired and wants to sleep." He stroked her back as he guided her toward the hospital entrance. "And yes, we do have a lot to talk about. Though you can still beat me if you want. It's kind of kinky." He nudged her toward the exit where they got into a cab and headed back to their place.

It wasn't long before they were sitting on the bed and Alana was looking him over. Every time she talked to Golden Yori, he carried himself differently. He always sat up straight and his eyes were always hungry in determined. He was everything she had needed this pass month. Calm and head strong. "It's good to talk to you. I've had to talk to Blue Yori softly and in simple words like I was speaking to a child. For a while...I thought I would have to spend the rest of my life like that," she explained. "I only just found out you were pregnant...Blue Yori wants to keep it."

Yori groaned. "I don't want to be pregnant," he muttered. "That's the exact opposite of what I want to be. I don't want to get all fat and tender." Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. "What do you want? You made a pretty big deal about us raising the thing in front of the press."

"So you remember?" She sighed. "Can...Blue Yori hear me right now? Do you think he will remember this conversation?"

"Yeah, he can hear you," he told her. "Though I'm not certain how much he'll remember when this is all said and done with."

Alana looked away. "Then it's best that I say nothing at all. The last thing I need is for Blue Yori to be emo when he comes back."

Yori rolled his eyes. "Just say you don't want the kid," he told her. "Fish boy already knows it as do I. No point in hiding it."

"It would be different if I was just having it with you. I would feel a little calmer about it because you aren't as...scattered as Blue Yori," she told him. "I don't want it...but I'll raise it if it meant I can bring our two races together. Blue Yori is very...what's the word...girl like? He's innocent and completely clueless. Already he's acting like a mother and honestly that freaks me out because I've only ever known women to have babies. I don't think Blue Yori would be able to raise a child, but with you around, I think it will be easier. You keep him from acting like a kid and I really don't think I can stand taking care of him and our child. Then again....you're kind sometimes has multiple kids at one time like a litter..." She groaned. "I'm so fucked."

"No my dear, I am," Yori sighed. "Well, you've sort of boxed us in with the kid for now. We'll see how the President handles this fiasco. If it takes the attention off us I'm all for getting rid of the thing. I've murdered my fair share of things this will be no different. Cause I really don't want to have to go through the joys of childbirth."He stopped and pulled her to him. "But...if I do have to carry this brat, we can always give him up after everything's done and through. If there's more than one...God forbid...we'll do what we can. Personally I'm hoping someone will accidentally scan me with a neutralizer."

She rested her head against his chest. "This is...exactly what I needed to hear," she said with a smile. All month she just needed to hear the things Golden Yori would say. Everything he said always made things better. Her arms wrapped around his back. "It's so good to have you back. I was getting so use to taking care of Blue Yori I was afraid I would crack. I love Blue Yori...but when we aren't making love or he's not kissing me...I feel like I'm his sister, always explaining things, always breaking down things. All this extra time with him has only made me feel like I'm with a ten year old rather than an eighteen year old." She pulled back and looked at him."Those things you said...on the stage the day you left...did you mean them? All of them?"

He smirked as he held her. "Tell me, what do you think?" She'd been waiting a month for that answer, but he wasn't going to just give it to her like that. Where was the fun in it?

She pulled completely out of his arms. "I don't know. If it were Blue Yori saying that I would have thought it was a joke because I don't think I could marry someone like him...just him, that is. But it's different when you say it. You're the mature one. I don't know if you were saying it to be like me when I said we were keeping the baby or it you were serious about it." She pushed her hair behind her ear. "It's ok if that's what you meant though, to say it to piss people off or unite our races."

"Well, in case you haven't figured it out yet I'm not the kind of person to just say something for the common good. That's how you end up getting stuck having to carry a kid." He reached out and took her by the face. "Though I might have said it to piss people off...." He ran his fangs across her lips. "But I didn't."

Alana's eyes were wide at his words. As his fangs brushed at his lips, she shivered with desire. "Yori...we don't have to keep it. We could always say you miscarried," she whispered. It was such a relief to talk to someone with some sense.

He smirked as she shivered beneath him. "We'll see," he told her, whispering in her ear as his fangs trailed down her neck. "Fish boy has grown rather attached to the idea of having your kid. We'll talk and see what we can do with it. I don't think I could stand having him being all emo in my head."

"Two against one..." Alana said while trying to hold back a moan. He was teasing her. "While you were gone, I tried all your favorite positions with him. You should be jealous."

His teeth sang into her flesh ever so gently. "I am," he told her. "But that just means that you have to make it up me. I seem to recall a certain promise before I got shot."

She jerked slightly as his fangs sunk into her. Even though she once hated it, now it was all she wanted. Her hands went to his shirt and unbuttoned it then slid it off his shouldered. "I made no promise," she whispered.

His fangs went in slightly deeper, his tongue washing about her wound as his grip tightened on her. "Well then," he hissed into her neck. "I might just be forced to make you do it."

She let her head fall to the side so he could have more access to her neck. The pain only added to her arousal and her body started shaking. She bit her lip as her hands went to his shoulders and she dug her nails into him. She wanted him to force her. She wanted him to take her to her limits like so many times before. It was all she thought about for a month. "Don't leave me when you are done," she whispered.

He grinned and pulled back, his fangs leaving small marks across her flesh.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he whispered.

With a simply flick he had her on the bed. He crawled over her, his fangs biting into her tender flesh, hungrily and lovingly nibbling and licking. He was teasing her, he knew it, and he was enjoying it. He was going to do whatever he desired to her, and she was going to let him. Her lower half pulsated as his mouth wandered over her body. She lifted herself light and unzipped the back of her dress. Raising her hips softly, she pulled the dress off her, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Her scar glared at Yori in the face and she took his hand and ran his fingers over it.

"I did that for you, Yori....I've missed you so much."

He let his fingers run over her scar, his claws lightly toying at the sensitive flesh. "I've been here all the time," he told her. Pressing his lips to hers, his hands went to her breasts, grabbing them as he tore her bra from her.

Alana groaned. What was with him and tearing off her clothes? Was it just too much trouble to take them off naturally? At least she got her dress off in time. Her hands drifted to his pants and undid them. Working with both her hands and legs, she slipped them off him. Instantly, her hand went to his boxers, feeling his large erections in her palm. He groaned as she grabbed at his cock through his boxers.

"For the record," he hissed, grinding himself into her hands. "I'm going to get some more cat nip as soon as we're through."

He had wanted this more than he realized. He needed to screw her. It wasn't a want as much as it was a need to feel her, see her, touch her. It was like a drug to him. She only smiled at him. Her other hand pulled his head down so she could nibble and bit his neck, teasing him just as he loved to tease her. Soon, her hand left his crotch the nails racked across his back, feeling his body grow warmer and his breathing pick up at her touch. As her nails raked across his back, he smiled, his golden eyes swimming in her head. Pulling back from her, he rolled her onto her stomach as his claws began to slide down her back, going to her hips and slowly pulling it up into the air as he kissed her back. She used her hands to hold herself up and threw her head back as his warm tongue washed over her back. She moaned and thanked God her panties were still on otherwise there would be a small puddle between her knees while she stood on her hands and knees.

Yori sniffed, a small feral growl escaping his lips as he licked his way down her back. His teeth grazed her panties as he began to pull them off with his teeth. He worked her panties down to her thighs and he leaned forward, letting his tongue run across her already wet and aching core.

"You miss me that much?"

Her hands fisted on the sheets. "Don't tease...It's cruel," she whimpered.

"So am I." His nails dug into her ass as he got onto his knees behind her. Sliding his boxers down, he rubbed his cock against her entrance, keeping a firm grip on her so that she couldn't shove herself back on him.

"Ah!" Alana moaned and once more her head went back. She tried rocking her hips against him, but his grip was strong and the pain of his nails breaking her skin kept her at bay. Instead, she bit hard on her lip, drawing blood and letting it drip to her chin.

He continued to rub himself against her, letting the tip of his cock pop into her, a small moan escaping his lips as he pulled back out. His cock slid upward and over her ass, he was going to enjoy every second of this. "Tell me what you want." It didn't matter. He just wanted to hear her beg for it. "Because I'm in the mood for this," he said as he rubbed her ass with his cock and watched her whimper.

Her body shook as she begged. "You...Yori. I want you. Please...don't tease. I need you," she said looking over her should at him.

Yes. And he needed to her. His cock slowly slid back down to her opening. Pulling her back, he slid his cock into her with a growl. His fangs slid over her back, leaving bites along her flesh as he pounded into her quick and hard. His hands slid and grabbed her breasts which bounced with each thrust. She was practically screaming now. Every thrust deeper than the last and though it hurt a since he was rougher than Blue Yori, she was enjoying it more than ever. She cried out his name over and over and fell to her elbows while her ass stayed in the air, pushing him even deeper into her. He loved watching her on all fours screaming. It was nearly enough to send him over just seeing it. Nearly, but not enough. He continued to work himself into her with each thrust. Her cute little ass wagging, begging him for more. He slid one hand down to her stomach, his claws sliding over her before going to her clit where he massaged and teased it. His other hand slid over her ass, a cruel smile on his lips as his fingers pushed into her other hole and pounded her. Her eyes shot open with surprise, but she didn't complain. This was his night. He got free rang. She missed him so much that she was willing to let him do anything and everything. How did she come to be this way? How had she become so hooked on him? She bit the pillow as she started to build.

His fingers worked her ass, spreading it as he worked another finger into her. All the while he kept pumping into her, his hunger and desire for her burning. He was coming close to the edge, but he wasn't going to give in until she screamed for it. Using one of her arms to keep her stead, the other hand went to his hand on her clit and worked it with him. Only seconds later she screamed out for him and pulled his hand from her sensitive clit as her body shook hard for him. He growled as she came. Even as she pulled his hand away he forced it right back. He didn't stop, nor was he going.

"You're a dirty little kitty," he growled. "A little slut, but you're my slut." He chuckled ominously as he pulled her in tight and finally came with another growl.

Her breathing was ragged and her throat sore. Yes, she missed him. Even though he was harsh and cruel at times and he had no idea how to deal with her when she wanted to cry, but he was everything she had wanted for so long. She was happy and that was all that mattered.

He collapsed on her back, pulling his fingers out of her as he laid there panting, his teeth nibbling her shoulder. "Not bad for round one," he whispered. "But we've got a long way to go."

"Yes...cat nip sounds good..." she moaned while panting. Already all she could think about was sleep.

"I'll get some for us tomorrow. Tonight you'll just have to suffer," he told her. Already he was starting to get himself worked up for another go. "Don't plan on doing anything tomorrow."

She turned over to look at him, a soft smile on her lips. "If you over work yourself, you could lose the baby," she reminded him.