Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Soaked and Honor Bound: Reloaded ❯ Chapter 2

Blood Soaked and Honor Bound: Reloaded Two

The silver haired woman strode down the halls of the stately mansion, nodding recognition to those she passed. Her gray business suit hugged her body, the cross that she wore gleaming like her glasses. She stopped, "Walter, I don't want to be disturbed again."

"Of course, Integra-sama," Walter stepped from the shadows, executing a half bow in acknowledgment. His monocle gleamed as he straightened up before adding, "Should I have dinner for two sent up later?"

"Please," Integra flashed a smile before going into the nearby room.

The bedroom was quiet, and Integra locked the door behind her with a soft click. She strode across the stone floor, soles clicking, and smiled slightly as she approached the bed in the center of the large bedchamber. Satin sheets glowed in the dim light, the soft rose of the cloth contrasting sharply with the dusky skinned figure who lay atop them.

"I can't believe that you left me like this!"

Integra chuckled softly, "It was an urgent meeting, Anthy."

Anthy growled, struggling against her bonds. She was nude, her violet hair framing her face, her slim arms bound over her head in silver handcuffs. Integra's eyes moved down to Anthy's round breasts, the darker nipples hard with excitement, a familiar scent filling the air.

"Untie me," Anthy said quietly, a faint blush touching her cheeks.

Integra reached out gently, her skin pale against Anthy's darker shades as she traced her lips with a finger. She gently slid her hand down over the throat and to her chest, cupping a breast to feel the hard nipple poke against her skin.

"You're lips may say no," Integra said softly, "but your body says yes."

Anthy's cheeks went red, looking away from Integra uncomfortably. Integra chuckled as she stepped back, loosening her tie first to lay it on a dresser. Her coat slid off slim shoulders, revealing a white shirt and the shape of perky breasts. Shoes and socks were kicked off, Integra turning to slide her pants down, Anthy gasping softly in surprise.

"Like them?" Integra asked as she turned, the tiniest of black panties clinging to her curves. She flashed a smile as she undid her shirt, "I wore them just for you."

"You look lovely," Anthy breathed as Integra undid her shirt buttons, stalking towards the bed like a huntress seeking her prey. Her shirt dropped to the floor, her white breasts small but upthrust, nipples hard from excitement.

"As do you," Integra climbed on the bed, crouching over Anthy's bound form. "I should do this to you more often," she purred, "chains suit you."

"Integra," Anthy's voice was husky with want.

Integra swiftly bent forward, pressing her lips suddenly to Anthy's lips. She wound her hands in that violet colored mane, kissing with passionate intensity that Anthy eagerly returned. She slid down eagerly, lips finding those breasts that she often longed for, weighing them in her hands as Anthy loudly gasped in pleasure.

"You look most beautiful," Integra slid her lips free from Anthy's breasts almost reluctantly, "taken by this desire, you know."

All Anthy could do was moan her desire, her objections overruled by the wet heat spreading through her body. "Please," she found herself saying, though she hadn't even intended to speak.

Integra slid down silently, watching with amusement mixed with desire as she saw Anthy spreading her legs, The sweet sent rose up and Integra let her fingers slide across the cure of that belly, dipping down below the purple haired triangle into wet heat.

"Ahh!" Anthy squealed, softly, hips bucking upward involuntarily. Wickedly Integra pulled her fingers back, keeping the barest contact on that sensitive flesh. "Please!" Anthy repeated.

Integra looked up at her, glasses gleaming as she met Anthy's desperate eyes. "Beg," she said softly, keeping her touch delicate, "beg for it."

Anthy's breasts heaved, her wide eyes meeting Integra's as they lay there on the bed in the moment of near silence. "Please," she murmured, a second of hesitation before she continued on, "please... mistress, let me come."

Integra smiled, teeth gleaming as she simply said, "Of course."

A white hand rested on a dusky belly, stroking the skin as Integra gently slid first two fingers inside, three, then four. Anthy's eyes widened, "You aren't going to...."

"Oh yes," Integra cooed, carefully working her thumb into the wet velvet of the moaning girl's body. She slowly closed her hand into a fist, meeting her lover's eyes as she prepared. Anthy simply moaned, eyes cloudy with her desire and Integra chuckled wickedly.

"Fuck me," Anthy hissed, savoring the coarse words

"Of course," Integra drew her elbow back, working her arm like a piston and Anthy cried out in pure pleasure!

Walter paused in front of the door, listening to the sounds coming within, carefully balancing a food laden tray. He was about to knock when he lowered his hand, chuckling softly. "I think I'll bring this back later," he murmured, carrying it off.

Sometime later the two women lay on the bed together, Integra gently holding Anthy close to her. The gleaming handcuffs had been cast aside some time ago, both women's bodies glowing with sweat and sexual satisfaction. Integra brought the cigar to her blips, drawing deep before carefully blowing the smoke away from her lover.

"I almost expected you to use the safeword," Integra finally murmured, her breasts still aching pleasantly from Anthy's hungry mouth.

"I nearly did," Anthy admitted, "when you told be to beg." She looked up, smiling slightly as she said, "You always seem to push me to my limits, Integra."

Integra just laughed softly. "You surprised me, too," she said, her face near Anthy's, "when you asked me to fuck you."

Anthy actually blushed as she said, "It just slipped out." She let her hand slide down Integra's front, eventually cupping her panty covered mound, stroking gently through the wet cloth. "I wish you'd let me return the favor," she said.

Integra smiled a bit sadly, "You know I can't, and you know why." The two of them lay there comfortably, the afterglow filling them both as they took some time to caught their breaths. "Do you want something to eat?" she asked.

"I think I heard Walter knock earlier," Anthy admitted.

"Wonder what he heard?" Integra mused, reaching over for the bedside phone. She pressed a single button, her voice businesslike as she ordered two dinners be sent up to her room. The knock on the door came seconds later, and Integra rose to answer it.

"You'd better put a robe on," Anthy murmured, eyes studying Integra's slim form hungrily, "or you might ruin your reputation."

Integra smiled slightly, cigar still clenched in her teeth as she pulled a black robe on. "You should talk to Walter about it sometime," she calmly said as she went to the door, "I've had a reputation for years."

Integra collected the food and carried it back to the bed, the two settling down to eat. They fed each other using their fingers, licking any remaining crumbs away. Finally Anthy lay back with a soft sigh, "Oh, that was good."

"Yes it was," Integra agreed softly. She looked over at Anthy intently, her expression oddly blank then she said, "You're leaving, aren't you?"

Anthy sighed quietly, sitting up with her back up against the headboard. "I have to," she agreed, "we've finally gotten word of my brother."

Integra nodded, "I suppose you won't let me send a team with you?"

"It's my responsibility," Anthy looked over at Integra fondly, "he's my blood, no matter what sort of monster he's become."

"I'll miss you, you know," Integra sighed, "but I won't stop you, either." Anthy moved to get off the bed and she tried to stop her, "Do you have to...?"

Anthy looked back with a sad smile, "I think it's better this way." With that she walked over to her neatly piled clothes, pulling a robe on and silently leaving with them.

Integra puffed out a breath in a sigh, then reached for the bedside phone. "I want Anthy kept under surveillance on her trip to Japan," she ordered crisply, "and a jet readied for immediate take off. If I need to go there, I want it ready."

Integra put the phone down, getting up out of her bed and striding over to her bathroom. The shower revived her a little, and she pulled on fresh clothes, quickly restoring her normal remote look. Integra opened her bedroom door, stopping only a moment to look back at the tangled sheets on the bed, then she was off.

To be continued....