Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Protective Hunter ❯ Protective Hunter ( One-Shot )

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

Protective Hunger

By Vkun

"Minako, we're over!" Steven had yelled at me. I didn't know why I
loved him so much. He'd never said one kind word to me. But all I ever
wanted was to be near him, now he won't even give me that.

"No, Steven! You don't understand! I need you!" I cried as the rain
fell heavier. Turning around, not even giving me one look, he turned
away. He didn't even want to see me. I'd thought he's the love of my
life, I guess I was wrong. Even though he rejected me, though, I still
love him. I couldn't help the pounding of my heart...

"Where were you, Minako? You mother and I were worried sick!" My
father yelled the minute I walked in the door. 'This is so not the
time,' I thought. I had the urge to cry, but pushed that thought away.

"Out," I said softly and stomped up to my room. I slammed the door
shut and could still hear my father cursing and swearing while my
mother tried to calm him down. As always, my father angrily went into
the street, slamming the door behind him. I looked out the window and
stared after him. The old fool didn't even bring an umbrella. My
mother ran out after him, begging him to come back. I didn't know why
she bothered. My father treated her just as Steven treated me, always
cold and icy.

There were lights. I still remember, bright lights. Subconsciously, I
could feel myself lean my upper body out the window into the rain.
"DADDY! NO!" Silence. The deafening silence followed. It was as if I
was watching a movie. That it weren't my parents who were just hit by
the car. That it wasn't their blood staining the pavement.

I didn't cry. I couldn't cry, even at the funeral. I just stood there,
dressed in black, as everyone around me placed a hand on my shoulder
and told me to be strong. Be strong? They're telling me to be strong
when they're the ones weeping like the end of the world had arrive?
The world had gone mad, or it was never sane to begin with.

Accidents happen. That's what I believe. I never believed in fate,
destiny, or any of the baloney those so-called spiritual guides feed
me. Accidents... we're all a series of a accidents. It was an accident
that I was born, an accident that I met Steven, an accident that my
parents had died. It was an accident when I decided to begin cutting
myself.

Everyday, the scars increased. Deeper and deeper I dug. It felt good
to just let everything flow out, to be free. I felt released... Of
course, my phys. Ed. Teacher caught me doing it in the locker room
once and sent me to a hospital. That's when I met him...

He's my doctor, I was shocked at first myself Such a young man,
couldn't have been over 30, being an expert doctor. He was handsome, I
must admit. His flowing dark hair reached his eye level and was curled
slightly from the top. His brown, mysterious, yet warm eyes piercing
through your thoughts. I should've been alerted from the moment I saw
him. His reaction when he first looked at me shocked myself. His eyes
had widened and his lower lip dropped. It's as if he'd seen a ghost.
It only lasted a moment though.

"You must be... Aino Minako. I'm Dr. Hogo Kariudo," he introduced
himself. "You look so much alike," he said in a whisper. A warm smile
graced his face as he reached his hand out and gestured me to take a
seat. Hogo Kariudo... such a contradicting name. Protector hunter...

Dr. Hogo had been awfully kind to me from the start. He'd always
stared at me with loving eyes when he thought I hadn't notice. They
made me stay in the hospital for rehab, fearing my rebellious nature
would drive me once again to self torture.

The bills started to roll in... Medical bills. Those words still rang
in my head. Those devils wouldn't let me out of this prison, yet they
charge me for it. When the day came for me to leave, I'd lost
everything. My apartment, my home, my money...

They'd just thrown me out onto the street with a bag of clothes. For
the first time, I wanted to cry. And crying was what I did. Pitifully,
I got down on my knees and cried sorrowfully.

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and there's doctor Hogo,
eyes full of pity and sorrow. Kneeling next to me, he pulled me into
his warm embrace. The warmth radiating from him drawn me to him and I
collapsed in his arms. Just as his name promised, he's my protector.

Taking me to his house, he gave me a room in his apartment and for the
next few weeks, I'd never been happier. He's the gentlest man I've
ever met. He cooked, he did the laundry, and best of all, he smiled. I
could've loved him. I wanted to love him, but my mind was still behind
with memories of Steven.

Even the most gentle rose has it's thorns, and I soon learned that Dr.
Hogo had his own.

I wanted to see him. I couldn't help it. I didn't understand why. I
had the perfect man right here, but Steven's still my one and only. I
had to confront him. "Dr. Hogo?" I almost whispered as I knocked
softly on his mahogany door.

The door opened slowly and he stared at me strangely. That stare
always made me uncomfortable. It's as if he's inspecting me. Starting
from my feet, stopping for a few seconds at my cleavage, then finally
in my eyes. Now, his second stop was even longer, his eyes almost
glued to my sleeveless shirt that exposed part of my peach colored
satin bra and a good amount of cleavage. It's one in the morning, but
the sound of his keyboard assured me he was still working. "Minako?
Come in," he said as he stepped aside.

Slowly and almost frightened, I walked in. I felt like a helpless
little lamb walking right into the trap of a dreadful tiger. The fear
in my stomach jumped around, making my jeans feel looser than they
really were. Self-consciously, I put my thumbs in my belt loops and
gently lifted them higher up my waist.

"Is there something you'd like to speak to me about?" he asked, as
gentle as ever. He walked pass me and right toward his cabinet. The
smell of his cologne lingered in the air and I could feel the blood
rising to my face.

"I-I'd thought things over and I've decided to patch things up with
Steven..." I remained silent for a while, waiting for his reaction. It
never came. His back still facing me, I could see him reach for
something inside his dresser. Taking a deep breath, I continued.
"Thank you for looking after me for so long." I turned to leave, but
his words interrupted me.

"Why...? Why do you want him when you have me?!" He suddenly burst
out. Before I could reach the door, he slammed his palm against it,
blocking my only exit.

"H-Hogo-san?" I asked frightfully. His breath quickened, while my
breath was caught in my throat. Tears formed in my eyes and one drop
fell down my right cheek. Before it could drop to the floor, Dr. Hogo
caught it with his tongue. Without leaving my cheek, his tongue traced
up my tear trail and became a flutter of kisses. "No," I whispered.
"NO!" The whisper turned into a scream as I pushed him away. It only
resulted in him capturing me by my forearms.

"Stop it, Aurora-chan. We belong together and we will BE together!" He
shouted as he threw me on his wide bed. I almost slid off his satin
sheets if he hadn't trap me once more in his arms. Aurora... my
mother's name. Everyone had thought that we looked impossibly alike,
almost identical, same shapely figure, long blonde hair, clear blue
eyes. That was what he meant back in the hospital. From the look in
his eyes, I could tell that tonight, he's the hunter. And I'm his
prey.

"I'm not mom!" I screamed as I felt his kisses trail down my neck,
becoming more violent by the minute. I could feel his strong arm
wrapped around my waist, trapping me. While his other palm groped my
breast, enjoying his spoil. "No..." my voice shook. I didn't want this
to be my first time. I didn't want to give it to him. I'd always
wanted Steven to be the one to receive it.

"Aurora, you're beautiful," he whispered with his lips pressed against
my skin. Gently, he'd slipped the strap of my shirt off my shoulder
and down to my waist. With his hands traveling from my shoulder to my
elbow, I could feel him slip the strap of my bra down also.

Undoing all the clasps, my upper-body was left bare. I desperately
trying to push him off of me, my attempts were in vain. He threw me on
my back and held me in place with the weight of his own body. Pinching
my left nipple with one hand, he sucked on my right. I gasped when he
bit hard on it. I could feel him smile at my reaction. He'd thought he
pleased me. This was his fantasy.

After my right nipple hardened, he moved to my left. He reached down
to my jeans. "Please don't..." I whispered. I felt dirty, sweaty, and
defiled. His saliva was all over my body, and I shook my head from
side to side, rubbing my hair against his pillows. He ignored me, too
caught up in his lust and passion.

Undoing my button successfully with one hand, he slipped down my
zipper. Quickly, he practically ripped off my jeans, exposing my peach
colored underwear. Then he stopped. My body still between his knees,
he stared at me as he knelt and looked into my eyes. I thought he'd
finally realized he's doing wrong. My hope was crashed.

He slipped his own shirt over his head and undid his own pants. Soon,
his upper body was on top of mine again. His bare chest rubbing
against my breasts. He kissed me all over and his hands caressed my
body. All I felt was pain. Seeing how I wasn't reacting, he stared me
cold in the eye and slapped me. "Love me," he whispered next to my
ear. Seeing no choice but to obey, I rubbed his back while he sucked
on my nipples.

The moment came. He slipped his hand into my underwear and slipped it
off slowly. The tufts of hair stuck out and his underwear got my
attention. It was stained with brown liquid. He really enjoyed this,
his sick pleasure fulfilled with the pain of my fears. Forcing a
brutal kiss on my lips, he pulled off his own underwear, exposing his
member. I gasped at the size of it and his tongue plunged into my
mouth.

My attention averted to his fingers up my opening. I gasped and leaned
my head backward, trying to block out the pain. "Let me go..." I
whispered, my voice coarse.

"You've been naughty, Aurora," a cruel smile appeared on his face. I
shuddered. I felt him enter me. The pain rippled through my entire
body. He'd invaded my body, my soul, my life. I cried out stop, he
blocked out the cries by screaming out my mother's name. He came at me
again and again, deeper every time, pushing while I struggled to be
freed.

When he came out finally, I thought that was the end. I wasn't that
lucky. He slid down to my area while my legs were still apart and bent
up. His tongue licked the liquid around it and I felt even more
nauseous than before. I felt all the strength to resist slip away from
me. It's the end.

He stopped and laid down next to me, relaxing his own head on his
pillow. He stared at me for a second and I could barely stare back.
"What more do you want?" I asked, voice broken. My soul shattered and
my heart crashed. He stared down at his member and I understood. Not
know what else to do, I got to my hands and knees and crawled to the
foot of the bed.

Staring down at it, I stole a glance at him and I saw him smile at me,
devouring me with his eyes. Slowly, I went down, my mouth opened. I
sucked on his member and he forced me to swallow his cum, caress it
with my tongue. Several times he shout out with pleasure while I
grimaced in pain and disgrace.

Without any warning, he sat up and threw my down on the bed again. His
beast was released once more and he forced himself inside of me again.
This time, collapsing on top of me when he's finished. "I've waited
for this for too long, Aurora-chan." He whispered in my ear. That was
it. That was all it was for him. Revenge. The revenge that took the
little innocence I had left. Now I'm truly left in the darkness.