Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Soaked and Honor Bound: Reloaded ❯ Chapter 9

Blood Soaked and Honor Bound: Reloaded Nine

 

The girl paced her bedroom, wondering if her love letter had arrived, then she gasped softly, feeling the hands coming from behind her to stroke up and down the front of her slim body. Naked other than her nightie she shivered as her full breasts were fondled, then moaned as the hand swiftly slid down her front and cupped her, gently. That scent washed over her, her own heat filling the air as she moaned out, "Oh Mistress."

 

A slim finger gently looked for the opening, and Juri bent forward to whisper in the smaller girl's ear, “Do you want it, Reiko?”

 

Another breathless gasp, as Reiko thrust her hips back and forth looking for that teasing finger. “Oh yes, please,” she gave the strangled cry.

 

Juri gave a wicked smile, then slid her finger into the waiting wetness. She enjoyed exciting her lovely conquests, teasing them to heights of arousal, it made the blood all the sweeter. Setting aside her thoughts Juri let her fangs graze Reiko's throat. A soft cry from the girl, and then she let her fangs slip into the sweet flesh and tasted the hot blood. Her hands continued to stroke the girl's body knowingly, the girl shuddering and twisting underneath her.

 

"Ahh.. ah... " Reiko gasped out, the twin sensations of expertly plunging fingers and her gushing blood overwhelming her.

 

"Aw, the child fainted," Juri smiled fondly, gently stopping the bleeding before she carried the sweat covered girl into her bed. She paused to look down at her, considering, then she rose silently, and like a ghost slipped out of the room and into the dark night.

 

In their large rooms Shiori looked up to smile at her as Juri came through the window, “Good evening, Juri-sama.”

 

“Hello, Shiori,” Juri smiled back, gazing at her lovely companion. Dressed in panties, her small but firm breasts uncovered she looked both vibrantly healthy and deeply wanton. Few knew that this lovely child was nearly as wild as the notorious Kozue, only finally settling down when she fell under Juri's sway.

 

Shiori sat up in the large bed, her short violet hair flowing against her face as she asked, "Is anything wrong?"

 

"Oh. nothing," Juri smiled as she slid into bed beside Shiori, nuzzling at her playfully. They kissed, tongue's dueling then slid apart breathlessly.

 

“Oh, you've fed again,” Shiori laughed happily, “that always gets you going.” She licked Juri's cheek, marveling at the smooth flesh then nipped delicately at her neck, sucking in imitation of Juri's own hungers.

 

"Hmm," Juri cooed, the powerful vampire willingly letting the smaller Shiori take the lead this time. She smiled as Shiori climbed on top, undoing Juri's uniform top to reveal the swell of her bone pale breasts, the nipples standing up a deeper rose.

 

Shiori pulled at the nipples almost savagely as she bent forward, sucking reddened flesh into her mouth, stroking with her tongue. Juri's scent rose from her body, the sweet scent of her heat making Shiori strangely light headed Her fingers teased across the firm, muscled belly to stop at the top button of Juri's pants...

 

"Please," Juri's voice was rough with her need, raising her hips involuntarily seeking more sensation from her lover's touch.

 

The button opened with a flick of Shiori's wrist, revealing sheer black panties made of the finest silk. The front of them was soaked with Juri's arousal, the scent now filling the room. "I love you," Shiori moaned, sliding her fingers beneath the waistband.

 

Juri cried out as Shiori stroked her, skillfully teasing her hard clit, then rapidly plunging her fingers into Juri's wet cleft. With a cry Juri came, then those relentless fingers brought her off again. Weakly Juri plucked those fingers from her sensitive flesh, "Enough."

 

Shiori brought her fingers to her lips, a pointed tongue flicking out to clean her sticky fingers, She lay along Juri's sweaty body, resting as Juri quickly caught her breath. "You look your most beautiful when you come," Shiori murmured softly.

 

"There's no one else I'd trust to be so vulnerable too," Juri murmured, "thank you."

 

Shiori smiled happily, resting her head on Juri's cool shoulder. They lay there together in the silence then, “So how are things going with Utena?”

 

“Making steady progress,” Juri answered. She looked at Shiori thoughtfully, “It doesn't make you jealous, knowing that I'm after her?”

 

Shiori shook her head, “I know that you love me, but I can't be your equal. Utena is, and I think she'll be good for you.”

 

“Thank you,” Juri answered, kissing her gently.

 

 

 

Early the next day Wakaba nearly ran into the girl who was stumbling down the hallway. Her eyes were heavy, a large red mark was on her neck, and a remarkably goofy smile was on her face. `Someone was with Juri last night,' Wakaba correctly deduced.

 

Juri fed almost every night, choosing a young woman from the dorm and taking from her what she needed to survive. More importantly to the girl's she chose Juri sought to pleasure them before she fed, using what were becoming nearly legendary skills on them. There were rumors that there was actually a waiting list to be with the charismatic vampiress.

 

Wakaba walked into her classroom, and noticed the still empty seat a few behind hers. `Oh, Utena,' she thought a bit sadly as she sat down at her seat, `I wish you could be here.'

 

The two of them had first met in this very classroom, the boyish transfer student longing in her boy's school uniform. Wakaba had eagerly volunteered to give her the tour of the school, and she led her around the campus happily. When Wakaba's first room-mate had moved out for personal reasons, she tentatively suggested that Utena move in with her, and she could barely contain the joy she felt when she did.

 

Wakaba knew what the other students thought, of course. The handsome, boyish Utena and Wakaba moving in together was the subject of all the local gossips. But nothing had ever happened between them, even though she wouldn't have minded. But Utena was always the perfect gentleman, and she couldn't quite figure out how to approach her.

 

`Other than saying something like,' Wakaba thought, `kiss me, you fool!'

 

Then Akio had taken an interest in Utena, and Wakaba had been filled with fear. The Dean of Students was a handsome man, but he had such a bad reputation. He courted Utena, but each time he came to her, she blew him off. Finally, she agreed to go out to dinner with him.

 

`And that's when things got really strange,' Wakaba thought grimly.

 

Akio had carried Utena home, smoothly claiming that Utena had drank a bit too much. He asked Wakaba to stay with her and filled with concern for her friend, she agreed. Utena slept like the dead for nearly three days, her body stiff and cold, then on the third night she awakened.

 

The return to wakefulness had been quite sudden, Utena laying there deathly still on the bed one moment, then she literally shot right up, staring. Her blue eyes were wild, her skin bone pale, but Wakaba didn't care about that. Tearfully she wrapped her arms around Utena, and her own arms came up around her. Utena shook, and Wakaba was astonished at how cold Utena felt against her skin. She drew back a bit to ask a question, and saw them.

 

Shaking like a leaf, Utena sat there with her mouth open, her piercing fangs gleaming and extended. “What's happening?” Utena managed to get out.

 

“Oh, Utena,” Wakaba whispered in shock. Suddenly, looking at her friend, something seemed to click inside of her head, and she knew. Tentatively, she asked her, “What happened, when you went out with Akio?”

 

Utena was shivering slightly, tightly wrapping her arms around her body as she rocked in the chair. “He lied to me,” she whispered softly, “he took me to the observatory, and then..." her voice broke, "he raped me.” Her eyes grew wide, “He bit me really hard, on the neck.” Her hands shook a bit as she reached up but she felt only whole skin at the side of her throat.

 

“Stay here,” Wakaba ordered, and then ran out into the hallway. `Utena's not eaten anything in three days,' she thought, `in her shoes I'd be starving.' She looked around wildly, then remembered something. “I can't believe I'm doing this,” she softly muttered, kneeling in front of the mouse hole. She reached inside quickly, and yelped as something bit her. She grabbed, feeling something furry, and yanked it out.

 

Wakaba carried it into the dorm room and then hurried over to Utena's side. `I hope she knows what to do with this,' was the odd thought that suddenly occurred to her as she pressed the struggling rat into Utena's hands. Utena looked down at the rat in her hands, then her humanity just seemed to... disappear. The fangs gleamed in the darkness, extending downward, and Utena brought the struggling creature up to her mouth.

 

“Ack!” Wakaba cried out incoherently as a bit of blood splattered her cheek. Utena feeding was like a feral animal, focused only on satisfying her hunger. In a few moments, the rat was dead, and Utena cradled it in her hands. She looked up, and as her blue eyes met Wakaba's they seemed to be much clearer than before.

 

Once she had finished consuming the rat a lone tear trickled down Utena's cheek, and Wakaba was shocked to see the liquid was blood. “What am I?” Utena breathed out, a expression of dawning horror on her face.

 

`Of course, we eventually figured out what was going on,' Wakaba thought. She noticed students rising from their seats, and realized she had daydreamed right through the class. She walked by a window and looked out, catching a moment of sun breaking through the gray clouds. `Utena loved the sun,' she thought sadly.

 

“Good morning,” a voice said cheerfully from behind her, jarring her from her thoughts. Wakaba quickly turned, and had to fight the urge to scowl as she saw that it was Anthy who was addressing her. She completely ignored the hostile look Wakaba was giving her, “Could you help me with something?”

 

“Yes?” Wakaba asked her noncommittally. She was Utena's helper, long before Anthy came along, and Wakaba was sure Anthy also had something to do with all of the naked girls that were hanging around Utena's rooms.

 

Still sounding quite cheerful, Anthy asked her, “Could you tell me anything that you can about Kanae Ohtori?”

 

Wakaba frowned as she pointed out, "Utena wouldn't be happy about you looking into her activities on your own."

 

"I'll try not to let that bother me," Anthy answered dryly. More seriously she said, "If she is a vampire she'll be more vulnerable during the day."

 

"I don't know..." Wakaba hesitated.

 

"I could always ask Kozue if she'd be willing to help me," Anthy suggested.

 

Wakaba frowned at Anthy, her eyes hard. "Kozue doesn't know enough about all of this," she said intensely, "don't you dare...."

 

"All right," Anthy conceded. quickly raising a calming hand. Looking at Wakaba entertainingly she said, "Please help."

 

"Help with what?" the voice asked. Both women turned in surprise to see Nanami Kiryuu standing there, the little blonde looking them both over with a slight smile. "If you're going to talk privately," she smiled, "best not to do it in a school hallway."

 

 

 

In another part of the campus the room was nearly completely dark, only a few burning candles providing a little light. A figure sat on the chair in the middle of the room, mumbling to itself softly as the flickering light danced

 

“Mistress?” a young man asked, carrying a candle ahead of him as he opened the door and walked into the room.

 

The light revealed a young woman sitting there, her skin so pale as to be parchment white. Her light green hair fell limply over her shoulders, her eyes wide as her lips slowly moved, the soft mumbling continuing on. She suddenly seemed to notice him, and a broad smile light up her face as he drew closer.

 

“My love,” she smiled at him.

 

“Mistress Kanae,” he started, “I'm not...”

 

“I've missed you,” Kanae smiled, getting up from her chair to step up beside him. “Where have you been?” she asked.

 

“I was just next door,' the boy blinked in surprise.

 

“I thought you were being unfaithful again,” Kanae began to run her fingers across his chest, “if you were, I don't know what I'd do.”

 

“I am your faithful servant, m'lady,” he managed to squeak out.

 

“Good, good,” she murmured. Her eyes narrowed in anger, “If you were unfaithful, I don't know what I'd do.” He hissed in pain as her nails raked his chest, then she whispered, “I think it would tear my heart out.”

 

Her hand shot forward, then smoothly drew back. He flopped to the floor bonelessly, twitching for a moment before he was still. Kanae looked at the still beating heart in her hand, then at the boy in surprise. “Why, you're not Akio at all,” she said wonderingly, bringing the heart up to her mouth to drink.

 

To be continued....