Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Thirty Eight ( Chapter 38 )
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
"Any sign of a tail?" Raize was sipping on coffee, trying to act as if everything was normal. Ren and Ran played on the ground with their toys and Midori handed Alana a plate of food.
"You sounded like you worked up an appetite."
Yori stepped out a few minutes later. Every step he took he winced. "Dad, make her weak again," he ordered.
"No can do, son. Not for a week or two," he said as he leafed through the paper.
"That is never happening again," he hissed as he took the plate his sister gave him.
Alana blushed a million shades of red, but thanked Midori for the food. "No...no tail," she said. Glancing at Yori, she blushed again. What had gotten into her? He had more bruises and scratches than from the night before.
"Well, it's safe to say that as you become more Eldarain, your response to Yori will be that of a natural response of an Eldarian female to her mate. You will become extremely possessive, violent if provoked to his defense, and very...rough, with his body. You'll be very...excited when around him to put it bluntly."
Putting the paper aside, he finished his drink and stood. "Keep me informed of any other changes. It seems that I am to speak with the President. Apparently you are not the only one suffering these effects."
"Can we not talk about my sex life...and it's changes?" she said while eating. Yes, she was starving.
"Well I just thought that you should be prepared for the urges that are going to come with this." He grabbed his keys and nodded. "Eat up, rest, feel free to go back home if you like; or if you wish to stay you're welcome here as well."
As his dad left Yori started playing with her ears as he ate. "Aren't they just adorable?"
"Excuse me. I'm going to go burn dad's office," Midori said as she left them at the table.
Alana purred moving her hand to his chest, it was really hard to control these so called "urges." She couldn't shake the feeling. Her eyes burned into his. "If you don't stop...you are going to have serious problems walking later."
"In my defense, this is both really fun and amusing," he stated while eating with his free hand. "You know you like it. You might as well just enjoy it."
She purred again. He was right, she really enjoyed it...too much. Moving quickly, she was out of her chair and pinning him against a wall while her lips met his. Food went everywhere and the chairs were flipped back.
Yori's eyes were wide as he was crushed against the wall. Most people simply purred and went about their business. Not her. Not Alana. No, she had to get freaky in the kitchen. In his father's kitchen, with his two little sisters playing in the next room. When he finally got her to pry her lips from his, he stared at her with deep breaths. "Let's clean up the mess, and go home where there won't be any witnesses," he stated as he started to clean up. He was shaking. He wanted her so badly that it was hard to control himself. What the hell was going on?
Alana had to take deep breaths. Nothing had ever felt like this and it was so hard for her to control it. Her head swam with thoughts she had never had before. Her body burned constantly like she was always ready for sex. Moving next to Yori, she helped him clean. "Please...don't touch me until we get home. I really really can't control this."
Yori looked over at her and nodded slowly. No touching. He could do that...possibly. "We'll umm, have to work on your control some," he said, trying extremely hard not to throw her on the table. She had an excuse as to why she was acting this way; but he just wanted to ravage her. Within a few minutes everything was cleaned off and he was leaving a note for his sister. After hugging and kissing his little sister's goodbye, he took Alana's hand and grabbed one of his father's hats and put it on her head.
"That way people won't notice the furry ears," he told her.
Alana's body grew hot as he grabbed her hand. She pulled away taking long, hard, deep breaths. He wasn't making this easy. He was being kinda mean. She chose to walk home. The cold, fresh air would do them some good. The walk didn't last long, at least not to her and when they got home, she practically tore his clothes off his body with him still standing in the door way.
"Easy girl," Yori said as he suddenly found himself wearing nothing but his boxers and even they were torn. He was all for a rough romp around the room, but a part of him was actually worried about her. Her hands were starting to get claws again....great.
"Let's just uh...take some deep breaths and relax. We'll see if we can't get you to control this."
She turned her back to him and took deep breaths. She was so hot. Why was she so hot!? Her hands shook as she took her coat off them her scarf and boots. "Maybe...we should stay away from each other until I have better control," she said as she walked to the bathroom. A cold shower...that's what she needed.
"Yeah, that's probably not going to work so well." He watched as she went toward the bathroom. "I wouldn't advise any cold water!" Shaking his head he went to raid the fridge. She was turning into an Eldarian. That was hot. She was hot. She was also psycho. Minor complication.
"Why no cold water?" she asked from the bathroom. "Should I just go outside and sit in the snow in nothing but my underwear instead!? Because I'm fucking hot and nothing is working!"
"Okay, try cold water, but I warned you." She was hot. He froze and shook his head. No, there was no way. For her to be.... That would mean.... No. He shook his head. There was no way that she was. That was just ridiculous.
Alana stripped and turned the shower on. She turned all the cold water on then stepped in. Almost instantly, she screamed and growled then tumbled out of the shower while curling up with some towels in the corner of the room. "Cold water bad!" Right...cats don't do water...cold water especially.
Yori didn't care that she could hear him laughing from the kitchen. As soon as he heard her talking about the water he fell to his knees laughing. "I told you!" he said with tears in his eyes. Wiping them with the back of his hand he walked to the bathroom to see her curled up with towels.Reaching into the shower he turned it to warm water. "Try that," he suggested. "I'll fix you something soothing to eat."
She grabbed his leg, her eyes flashing gold. "Join me instead," she demanded.
He looked down at her hand wrapped around his leg. "I don't think that would be a good idea. You shower. I'll fix you something with a really strong sedative mixed in."
She resisted the urge to through him in the shower and pulled her hand back, racking her nails on his leg. She stood and got in the shower. The warm water didn't do anything but add to the heat. Her hands roamed her body, washing and cleaning while she purred and moaned lightly.
He looked down at his now bleeding leg. Listening to her in the shower he shuddered and bit his lip. What the hell... All he had left on was his boxers, so it wasn't as if it was a challenge to take off the shredded remains and climb in the shower behind her. "Who's a bad kitty?"
She smiled at him and jumped in his arms. When the water grew cold, they were forced out. Alana walked out with a smile on her lips. She didn't even look back at Yori as she grabbed a towel, dried herself off, and got dressed. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a fish. Just like she had seen Yori do so many times, she downed the fish without cooking it.
"You know, watching you do that is slightly disturbing." Yori wrapped a towel around him. His body was covered in fresh cuts. Walking up behind her he stroked her ears tenderly as he reached into the fridge for a drink.
She purred at his touch then pulled away. "Seriously, stop it. I really don't like leaving you in near shreds when I get all...feisty," she said. Grabbing some milk, she took off the top and started drinking it. A small amount slipped from her lips and ran down her chin but she didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah well, I like it. And you're going to have to get use to it." Leaning in he let his tongue trail over the spot where the milk slid down. Wrapping his arms around her he nibbled and sucked on her flesh until all the milk was gone. "Cause you're my kitty now," he whispered in her ear.
She shivered. That night Alana and Yori had sex on just about ever surface in the house. Tables were turned over, the couch was in shreds, food was all over the kitchen floor. There were claw marks on the walls and just about anything made of fabric was torn. By the time they made it to the room for sleep, Alana was so exhausted that the bed was the only place they didn't seemed to hit. She slept curled next to him purring and licking his neck. With the house a disaster and most of the food gone, the next morning was going to be very complex.
Alana woke with something fuzzy around her leg. She knew the feeling all too well, but she was too tired for sex. "Not now, Yori...five more minutes. Get your tail off me," she groaned into the pillow.
Yori moaned. His whole body hurt. His tail slid up her leg, stopping as it wrapped around something fuzzy. It took him a second to realize just what he was feeling. He didn't want to open his eyes to make certain, and he really didn't have to. He knew what it was. Sliding his hand down he grabbed the small furry tail and stroked it. "Uh...that's not my tail, cat girl."
Alana didn't bother to open her eyes as she laid on her stomach. She reached her arm behind her back and down just above her butt. She growled then sighed. Fuck...she had a tail. Grabbing an extra pillow, she put it over her head and screamed.
Yori smirked as he rubbed her tail. "It's fuzzy," he whispered, trying hard to stifle a laugh and a yawn at the same time. "You're gonna have to borrow a collar cat girl. No one is going to believe you're human now."
She crawled over to him and snuggled close, nuzzling his neck with her head. She licked his chin lightly. Her tail moved to her so she could see it. He was right, it was fuzzy. And fluffy. Nothing like his. Her tail was black just like her ears. She assumed it was because her hair was black. "Maybe your sister will let me borrow one. If she isn't still hating on me," she said into his neck while closing her eyes again.
He smirked as she nuzzled and licked him. A part of him could actually get use to it. It was...nice. His hand ran up and down her back, gently stroking her new tail. "I'm sure we can convince her," he said as he kissed the top of her head and tried to go back to sleep.
Alana was a little shocked that he hadn't pushed her away yet. Cuddling was not his thing, then again, he and Blue Yori were one now. Her heart fell as she thought of Blue Yori. The last time they spoke was when they were being held hostage. There was so much she wanted to say to him, like how sorry she was about the baby and how much she really was thinking of him when she decided that keeping it wasn't for the best. Even though he and Golden Yori were one single mind now, it wasn't the same. Her Blue Yori and her Golden Yori were no more. There was just this new Yori with a mixture of both. Her body had been so occupied with her change that she really didn't have much time to think about the missing Yori's. Now the heat in her core was gone and she seemed to have better control, she couldn't shake the feeling of her heart breaking.
Yori ran his hands up her back and gently nipped on her ears. "We'll go by dad's today. He wanted to be kept informed of your...changes." He licked her face and smirked when the phone beeped. Groaning, he rolled out of bed to answer it. He pushed the button as a familiar voice fell into the room.
"Hello lover," Ophelia purred.
Alana sat up. Who the hell is that!?! She looked at Yori, her face hard and her eyes like ice. "Who is she?" she demanded.
Yori looked at Ophelia and then to Alana. "Uh...that's Ophelia," he said slowly. "My dead ex-girlfriend."
"Yori? I thought you were doing a human now, not some little kitten," Ophelia laughed. "Guess the human wasn't good enough for you."
Yori glared at Ophelia. "You, shut up. You're dead. Dead people can't talk. I killed you..." His eyes narrowed. "Didn't I?"
Ophelia smiled as she lowered her collar, revealing the long scars from Yori's claws. "You tried, but you never were man enough to handle me."
Alana glared at the screen, pulling the covers over Yori's naked body. "Allow me to finish the job then," Alana snapped at Ophelia.
Yori looked down and shook his head. It wasn't as if Ophelia hadn't seen it before. "How did you survive?"
"Oh that's neither here nor there, lover," Ophelia said, grinning at Alana. "Your mate their is a feisty kitty. You better tell her to back off unless she wants her claws clipped."
Yori glared at her. "Okay, first off, leave her out of this. What the hell do you want?"
"Simple. I want you, Yori," she purred. "It seems that the President has come down with a bit of a virus making him unable to rule. Guess what that means? By succession, your father is now the only available ruler...with you as his heir."
"Too bad, bitch! He's taken!" Alana growled. "You want him! Come claim him! But you'll have to go through me!"
"Easy," he said, placing a hand on her thigh and rubbing it soothingly. "First off, what the hell do you mean about my dad?"
"Yes, well it seems that the President is suffering from an...Eldarian flu so to speak," she laughed and grinned evilly. "The underground has been talking about it all day. He can't lead a nation as he is, so your father is stepping up to take control. With me by your side, we could do wonderful things."
"Okay, first off...there is no 'we'. I'm pretty sure I ended it when I tried to kill you."
"I forgive you."
"Yeah, well I've changed a lot since I was last being screwed by you. I really couldn't give a crap about you now."
"Right. Sure you do," she purred. "Well, Yori. I have big plans for you. So don't go anywhere." She stopped to look at Alana. "I'll see you later kitty cat." She winked and the screen went black.
"You sounded like you worked up an appetite."
Yori stepped out a few minutes later. Every step he took he winced. "Dad, make her weak again," he ordered.
"No can do, son. Not for a week or two," he said as he leafed through the paper.
"That is never happening again," he hissed as he took the plate his sister gave him.
Alana blushed a million shades of red, but thanked Midori for the food. "No...no tail," she said. Glancing at Yori, she blushed again. What had gotten into her? He had more bruises and scratches than from the night before.
"Well, it's safe to say that as you become more Eldarain, your response to Yori will be that of a natural response of an Eldarian female to her mate. You will become extremely possessive, violent if provoked to his defense, and very...rough, with his body. You'll be very...excited when around him to put it bluntly."
Putting the paper aside, he finished his drink and stood. "Keep me informed of any other changes. It seems that I am to speak with the President. Apparently you are not the only one suffering these effects."
"Can we not talk about my sex life...and it's changes?" she said while eating. Yes, she was starving.
"Well I just thought that you should be prepared for the urges that are going to come with this." He grabbed his keys and nodded. "Eat up, rest, feel free to go back home if you like; or if you wish to stay you're welcome here as well."
As his dad left Yori started playing with her ears as he ate. "Aren't they just adorable?"
"Excuse me. I'm going to go burn dad's office," Midori said as she left them at the table.
Alana purred moving her hand to his chest, it was really hard to control these so called "urges." She couldn't shake the feeling. Her eyes burned into his. "If you don't stop...you are going to have serious problems walking later."
"In my defense, this is both really fun and amusing," he stated while eating with his free hand. "You know you like it. You might as well just enjoy it."
She purred again. He was right, she really enjoyed it...too much. Moving quickly, she was out of her chair and pinning him against a wall while her lips met his. Food went everywhere and the chairs were flipped back.
Yori's eyes were wide as he was crushed against the wall. Most people simply purred and went about their business. Not her. Not Alana. No, she had to get freaky in the kitchen. In his father's kitchen, with his two little sisters playing in the next room. When he finally got her to pry her lips from his, he stared at her with deep breaths. "Let's clean up the mess, and go home where there won't be any witnesses," he stated as he started to clean up. He was shaking. He wanted her so badly that it was hard to control himself. What the hell was going on?
Alana had to take deep breaths. Nothing had ever felt like this and it was so hard for her to control it. Her head swam with thoughts she had never had before. Her body burned constantly like she was always ready for sex. Moving next to Yori, she helped him clean. "Please...don't touch me until we get home. I really really can't control this."
Yori looked over at her and nodded slowly. No touching. He could do that...possibly. "We'll umm, have to work on your control some," he said, trying extremely hard not to throw her on the table. She had an excuse as to why she was acting this way; but he just wanted to ravage her. Within a few minutes everything was cleaned off and he was leaving a note for his sister. After hugging and kissing his little sister's goodbye, he took Alana's hand and grabbed one of his father's hats and put it on her head.
"That way people won't notice the furry ears," he told her.
Alana's body grew hot as he grabbed her hand. She pulled away taking long, hard, deep breaths. He wasn't making this easy. He was being kinda mean. She chose to walk home. The cold, fresh air would do them some good. The walk didn't last long, at least not to her and when they got home, she practically tore his clothes off his body with him still standing in the door way.
"Easy girl," Yori said as he suddenly found himself wearing nothing but his boxers and even they were torn. He was all for a rough romp around the room, but a part of him was actually worried about her. Her hands were starting to get claws again....great.
"Let's just uh...take some deep breaths and relax. We'll see if we can't get you to control this."
She turned her back to him and took deep breaths. She was so hot. Why was she so hot!? Her hands shook as she took her coat off them her scarf and boots. "Maybe...we should stay away from each other until I have better control," she said as she walked to the bathroom. A cold shower...that's what she needed.
"Yeah, that's probably not going to work so well." He watched as she went toward the bathroom. "I wouldn't advise any cold water!" Shaking his head he went to raid the fridge. She was turning into an Eldarian. That was hot. She was hot. She was also psycho. Minor complication.
"Why no cold water?" she asked from the bathroom. "Should I just go outside and sit in the snow in nothing but my underwear instead!? Because I'm fucking hot and nothing is working!"
"Okay, try cold water, but I warned you." She was hot. He froze and shook his head. No, there was no way. For her to be.... That would mean.... No. He shook his head. There was no way that she was. That was just ridiculous.
Alana stripped and turned the shower on. She turned all the cold water on then stepped in. Almost instantly, she screamed and growled then tumbled out of the shower while curling up with some towels in the corner of the room. "Cold water bad!" Right...cats don't do water...cold water especially.
Yori didn't care that she could hear him laughing from the kitchen. As soon as he heard her talking about the water he fell to his knees laughing. "I told you!" he said with tears in his eyes. Wiping them with the back of his hand he walked to the bathroom to see her curled up with towels.Reaching into the shower he turned it to warm water. "Try that," he suggested. "I'll fix you something soothing to eat."
She grabbed his leg, her eyes flashing gold. "Join me instead," she demanded.
He looked down at her hand wrapped around his leg. "I don't think that would be a good idea. You shower. I'll fix you something with a really strong sedative mixed in."
She resisted the urge to through him in the shower and pulled her hand back, racking her nails on his leg. She stood and got in the shower. The warm water didn't do anything but add to the heat. Her hands roamed her body, washing and cleaning while she purred and moaned lightly.
He looked down at his now bleeding leg. Listening to her in the shower he shuddered and bit his lip. What the hell... All he had left on was his boxers, so it wasn't as if it was a challenge to take off the shredded remains and climb in the shower behind her. "Who's a bad kitty?"
She smiled at him and jumped in his arms. When the water grew cold, they were forced out. Alana walked out with a smile on her lips. She didn't even look back at Yori as she grabbed a towel, dried herself off, and got dressed. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a fish. Just like she had seen Yori do so many times, she downed the fish without cooking it.
"You know, watching you do that is slightly disturbing." Yori wrapped a towel around him. His body was covered in fresh cuts. Walking up behind her he stroked her ears tenderly as he reached into the fridge for a drink.
She purred at his touch then pulled away. "Seriously, stop it. I really don't like leaving you in near shreds when I get all...feisty," she said. Grabbing some milk, she took off the top and started drinking it. A small amount slipped from her lips and ran down her chin but she didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah well, I like it. And you're going to have to get use to it." Leaning in he let his tongue trail over the spot where the milk slid down. Wrapping his arms around her he nibbled and sucked on her flesh until all the milk was gone. "Cause you're my kitty now," he whispered in her ear.
She shivered. That night Alana and Yori had sex on just about ever surface in the house. Tables were turned over, the couch was in shreds, food was all over the kitchen floor. There were claw marks on the walls and just about anything made of fabric was torn. By the time they made it to the room for sleep, Alana was so exhausted that the bed was the only place they didn't seemed to hit. She slept curled next to him purring and licking his neck. With the house a disaster and most of the food gone, the next morning was going to be very complex.
Alana woke with something fuzzy around her leg. She knew the feeling all too well, but she was too tired for sex. "Not now, Yori...five more minutes. Get your tail off me," she groaned into the pillow.
Yori moaned. His whole body hurt. His tail slid up her leg, stopping as it wrapped around something fuzzy. It took him a second to realize just what he was feeling. He didn't want to open his eyes to make certain, and he really didn't have to. He knew what it was. Sliding his hand down he grabbed the small furry tail and stroked it. "Uh...that's not my tail, cat girl."
Alana didn't bother to open her eyes as she laid on her stomach. She reached her arm behind her back and down just above her butt. She growled then sighed. Fuck...she had a tail. Grabbing an extra pillow, she put it over her head and screamed.
Yori smirked as he rubbed her tail. "It's fuzzy," he whispered, trying hard to stifle a laugh and a yawn at the same time. "You're gonna have to borrow a collar cat girl. No one is going to believe you're human now."
She crawled over to him and snuggled close, nuzzling his neck with her head. She licked his chin lightly. Her tail moved to her so she could see it. He was right, it was fuzzy. And fluffy. Nothing like his. Her tail was black just like her ears. She assumed it was because her hair was black. "Maybe your sister will let me borrow one. If she isn't still hating on me," she said into his neck while closing her eyes again.
He smirked as she nuzzled and licked him. A part of him could actually get use to it. It was...nice. His hand ran up and down her back, gently stroking her new tail. "I'm sure we can convince her," he said as he kissed the top of her head and tried to go back to sleep.
Alana was a little shocked that he hadn't pushed her away yet. Cuddling was not his thing, then again, he and Blue Yori were one now. Her heart fell as she thought of Blue Yori. The last time they spoke was when they were being held hostage. There was so much she wanted to say to him, like how sorry she was about the baby and how much she really was thinking of him when she decided that keeping it wasn't for the best. Even though he and Golden Yori were one single mind now, it wasn't the same. Her Blue Yori and her Golden Yori were no more. There was just this new Yori with a mixture of both. Her body had been so occupied with her change that she really didn't have much time to think about the missing Yori's. Now the heat in her core was gone and she seemed to have better control, she couldn't shake the feeling of her heart breaking.
Yori ran his hands up her back and gently nipped on her ears. "We'll go by dad's today. He wanted to be kept informed of your...changes." He licked her face and smirked when the phone beeped. Groaning, he rolled out of bed to answer it. He pushed the button as a familiar voice fell into the room.
"Hello lover," Ophelia purred.
Alana sat up. Who the hell is that!?! She looked at Yori, her face hard and her eyes like ice. "Who is she?" she demanded.
Yori looked at Ophelia and then to Alana. "Uh...that's Ophelia," he said slowly. "My dead ex-girlfriend."
"Yori? I thought you were doing a human now, not some little kitten," Ophelia laughed. "Guess the human wasn't good enough for you."
Yori glared at Ophelia. "You, shut up. You're dead. Dead people can't talk. I killed you..." His eyes narrowed. "Didn't I?"
Ophelia smiled as she lowered her collar, revealing the long scars from Yori's claws. "You tried, but you never were man enough to handle me."
Alana glared at the screen, pulling the covers over Yori's naked body. "Allow me to finish the job then," Alana snapped at Ophelia.
Yori looked down and shook his head. It wasn't as if Ophelia hadn't seen it before. "How did you survive?"
"Oh that's neither here nor there, lover," Ophelia said, grinning at Alana. "Your mate their is a feisty kitty. You better tell her to back off unless she wants her claws clipped."
Yori glared at her. "Okay, first off, leave her out of this. What the hell do you want?"
"Simple. I want you, Yori," she purred. "It seems that the President has come down with a bit of a virus making him unable to rule. Guess what that means? By succession, your father is now the only available ruler...with you as his heir."
"Too bad, bitch! He's taken!" Alana growled. "You want him! Come claim him! But you'll have to go through me!"
"Easy," he said, placing a hand on her thigh and rubbing it soothingly. "First off, what the hell do you mean about my dad?"
"Yes, well it seems that the President is suffering from an...Eldarian flu so to speak," she laughed and grinned evilly. "The underground has been talking about it all day. He can't lead a nation as he is, so your father is stepping up to take control. With me by your side, we could do wonderful things."
"Okay, first off...there is no 'we'. I'm pretty sure I ended it when I tried to kill you."
"I forgive you."
"Yeah, well I've changed a lot since I was last being screwed by you. I really couldn't give a crap about you now."
"Right. Sure you do," she purred. "Well, Yori. I have big plans for you. So don't go anywhere." She stopped to look at Alana. "I'll see you later kitty cat." She winked and the screen went black.