Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Ticket to the Future ❯ My Version of Hell ( Chapter 10 )

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Ticket to the Future: Part X

My Version of Hell…

I stared at the ceiling absently running my hand over my expanding belly. Why was Mr. Knives was every where I turned? It was as if he sensed my presence and made sure he was there. It scared me and it thrilled me all at once. I was pregnant by Wolfwood and yet I was selfish enough to want his murderer. I had the feeling I was a terrible person.

Mr. Knives was my constant shadow, baiting me when no one was around, and yet showing me courtesy if anyone chanced to be near by. He acted as my escort through town to run errands and trailed after me in the desert as I practiced with the Cross-Punisher.

To make it worse, all the people here looked at us as we made our way around town. They foolishly believed that the two of us could make a perfect couple. "How nice it is to see Mrs. Wolfwood with Mr. Vash's brother," I had overheard one woman remark. Little did any of them know that I could sense Mr. Knives distaste to be around so many people or so much garbage to use his phrase.

Meryl worried constantly. She hated Mr. Knives a lot although she was careful to keep that to herself. Her opinion of him had almost driven a wedge between her and Mr. Vash. I guess you will do anything for the one you love, even if it means putting up with questionable relatives.

Mr. Knives was full of little touches that occurred more frequently than could be just chance encounters. He would glide up behind me in the hallway and place a warm kiss on my neck. If I happened to walk past him, he somehow managed to caress any part of my body within his reach.

I could feel his lips on mine again and again after that first day. It didn't matter if he were actually there or not. I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned close to me and caught my lower lip in his teeth. My mind alternated between being torn over the loss of Wolfwood and my increasing desire for Mr. Knives.

He would say cruel tings about humans being worthless and about how we should be disposed of before we infested other planets. He was to be the self-appointed savior of the universe and the only way to save this planet and every thing else was to kill off all the infestation living here.

At times, I'd clench my hands and listen to him silently, refusing to answer his taunts. I'd want to throw anything handy at him just to get him to shut up. At others, I'd find myself lecturing him on proper behavior and giving up this foolishness. On rare occasions, I'd ask him what was so important that he'd waste all his time with me, a mere human.

His reply, always the same, gave me more questions than answers. "You are different. I have great plans for you, for all that you are a worthless human." I was left wondering what he meant by that remark. Knives usually followed up with statements about how much longer would it be before I realized that I was still alive.

Sighing again, I let my eyes drift closed and tried not to think about Knives anymore.

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Heat radiated from the ground and into the air as I stood looking down at Wolfwood's grave. A simple marker of gray granite, chiseled with the name, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and a large gun were all that remained of the man I shared one short night of passion with. Tears overwhelmed my eyes as I remained there.

Night fell around me and yet I remained there, standing and staring at the cold stone marker. Sometime during my vigil I had fallen to my knees and leaned against his tombstone. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to die right here.

Heat rose up from the ground and poured down on me from the vicious twin suns of this planet. I still refused to move. My hands and face were blistering under the burning sun, but I was determined to stay here. Mr. Vash came and Meryl came to me. Both of them were begging me to leave, and I wouldn't even answer their pleas. Wolfwood was gone and I wanted to go to.

"Your lover is dead. You are not." A tall figure strode out of the desert towards me. "Yes, I had a hand in his murder, but do you really want to die here?" I squinted against the suns' glare as I tried to make out the figure before me. "Stand up and quit feeling sorry for yourself."

Rising gingerly to my feet, I threw a fistful of sand in the direction of my tormentor. "What do you know," I demanded. "Wolfwood showed me that the love between a man and a woman could be beautiful. I would have been happy with him forever. Now he is dead and I don't know how to go on."

Knives' face loomed before me as he swiftly stepped forward and grabbed me by both wrists. "Humans are one of the most peculiar species I have ever encountered. They use the term 'love' to give more essence and meaning to the drive to mate and reproduce than is needed. I wonder if there was ever a more pathetic species?"

"Let me go," I hissed at him while dragging backwards in his grasp. "I will scream if you don't. Mr. Vash will shoot you if he has to. I want to be left alone here to die. Go away."

"You are alone here. My brother and his woman have left. Scream if you wish. No one will here you, not even his corpse. But, I don't think you will want to die… not just yet."

Knives dipped his head to mine and caught my lips in a scorching kiss. I gasped against his mouth as his tongue traced the outline of my lower lip, seeking entrance. My nipples hardened and a warm moist heat began to grow uncontrollably between my thighs. I was outraged and stunned by turns. Nicholas was not cold in his grave and I was responding to his murderer.

To my shame, I wanted more. I opened my mouth slightly and shivered as Knives' tongue slipped inside to dance around mine. I tentatively began to kiss him back as the fire in my veins burned out of control. His hands roamed over my full breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them through the material of my shirt. His fingers succeeded in undoing the buttons and I tried to break free from his grasp as I felt his fingers come in contact with my bare skin.

"Let me go," I cried hysterically. "This is not right."

Knives laughed at my protests. "It is right… the drive to mate remember? You want me even though you deny it because you don't 'love' me."

I somehow found myself lying on the ground with Knives comfortably settled between my spread thighs. I could feel his length against my inner thigh as he ravaged my mouth again. I was helpless against him. I wanted to feel him inside me and I wanted him to give me the pleasure that could only be had from mating.

My overcoat had been tossed aside along with my shirt and bra. Knives' tongue lapped at my swollen nipples as his nimble fingers worked the fastenings on my slacks. I clutched his head close to my chest and moaned softly as his fingers found their way to my center while his tongue laved attention from one tight nipple to the other. He slid his fingers between my nether lips and teased that small, sensitive scrap of flesh. My body thrust against his hand, wanting more.

Knives swiftly discarded his own clothing even as he pealed away my slacks. I gaped in awe at the sight of his perfect body. His member was large and pulsing. I shamefully wanted to feel its length in me. It didn't matter what or who he was. I wanted him.

Eagerly, I spread my thighs in a silent invitation. His eyes darkened a shade as he settled between them. I gasped as I felt him prod against my passage. I was wet and hot and wanted him now. Feeling bold, I grasped him firmly and placed him at my entrance. Thrusting my hips upwards, I felt him slid partially into me. Knives raised a brow at me. "See, you belong to a species that doesn't need 'love' to feel pleasure."

He slid fully into me, as I stifled a groan of protest. My body was stretching to accept his length. I had a momentary thought that Wolfwood hadn't been quite this large, but I hastily repressed it. I was not going there. Knives withdrew partially and slammed back into me.

He continued to thrust violently into me as his hands and lips roamed over every part of me they could reach. There was a tightness in my body that was demanding release. Knives' thrusts were pushing me across the desert floor in their intensity. My hands clutches at the shifting sands until they found a solid purchase and I wrapped my legs around him in an effort to pull him deeper into me. I felt the hot sand against my back as he continued to drive his hard member into my tight passage.

Knives ground his body into mine as tremors shook his body. I felt him spasm deep inside me and it was enough to push me over the edge. My mind registered a voice screaming, "Kniiiiiivvveeesss…" in the scorching sun. I dimly realized that it was my voice calling his name as my feminine channel contracted around his pulsing member. I saw a blinding light and knew no more for a few moments.

I lay gasping for breath as the glare faded from my mind. A pale blonde head rested against my breasts. I could tell he was spent as well by the way his sides were heaving. I moved gingerly. The sun was becoming unbearable. I had to get up and go inside away from the sun and away from what I'd done. It was then that I realized to my horror, I was clutching Wolfwood's tombstone and his murderer was still inside me.

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Gasping sharply, I sat up quickly in bed. Night had fallen while I slept. I had the dream again. Wiping the sweat from my face, I muffled a cry of despair. My panties were wet and I could smell my own heat in the closeness of this room. A baby kick in my lower abdomen only served to intensify the guilt I was feeling. Wolfwood was dead, but I was still alive. And God help me, but I wanted Knives Millions more than I had ever wanted anything else in my life.

"I trust you had a pleasant dream? It must have been… ahh… invigorating as I heard you call my name in your sleep."

Color flooded my face as I realized the object of my desire had been standing silently in a dark corner of the room. "What are you doing in my room? Get out before I scream."

"I don't think you will. Just think, if you enjoyed me in a dream, how much more you could enjoy me in the flesh so to speak." Knives moved gracefully across the room to the edge of my bed. I clutched the sheet to my chest in a feeble attempt to ward him off.

Lowering his large frame to the edge of the mattress, Knives pulled the sheet from my grasp. I was frozen, unable to move. His gaze held my own. Grasping the back of my neck, he pulled me forward in his embrace. His lips met mine in the same kind of kiss I had dreamed of.

I moaned softly in the back of my throat as he slipped the buttons of my pajamas free. His hand cupped my breasts one after the other as he continued to kiss me. His fingers plucked at my tight aching nipples as he used his weight to push me back to the mattress.

Knives stretched out on his side and held me close to him. "Are you going to scream?" I shook my head 'no'. He smiled evilly and lowered his head to take one nipple in his mouth. He worried it with his teeth and sucked strongly at the stiff peak. His other hand traced a path across my taught stomach, lingering a few moments there. "So, you've been hiding something from everyone…"

"I … please don't tell anyone, it would just make them worry."

"For a price, you may buy my silence."

"What price," I asked too quickly.

"I'll think of an adequate amount."

I was not reassured by his devious tone, but it didn't matter now because Knives had slid one hand down the loose fitting bottoms I wore. He found his way to the heated part of me and slid one finger into my channel as his thumb worried my hidden jewel.

His fingers kept up a steady rhythm as my hips picked it up and moved in time with his fingers. I felt Knives slide a second finger into my tight passage. My body responded by clenching around his fingers. He smiled into my eyes. "I told you that you would find yourself still alive."

I shut my eyes to escape his gaze. I felt guilt and shame, but I also felt a delicious tightness building in my lower body. I wanted to come and I really didn't care that a murderer was in my bed. Just as I felt myself start to slip over the edge, I was suddenly alone.

Knives stood there looking down at me, cruelty blazing in his icy eyes. "If you want me, I'll be down the hall in my bed. I do believe that I have said you'd come to me and not that I'd come to you."

Seething with rage, I threw a pillow at his retreating back. "It'll be a cold day before I come to you."

Pausing a moment before the door Knives looked over his shoulder and said smugly, "Really? I don't think you have it in you to finish what I started. I'll be waiting down the hall."

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I huffed a moment in the darkness before trying to go back to sleep. After a couple of hours I gave up the effort. Hating myself with every move I made, I threw off the covers and made my way out of my room and down the hall into my version of Hell.

Knives was there and he was waiting for me.

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To Be Continued….

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