Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Soaked and Honor Bound: Reloaded ❯ Chapter 11

Blood Soaked and Honor Bound: Reloaded Eleven

 

Long shadows stretched out from the buildings in Ohtori Academy as the sun set and the nude Utena stirred from her slumber, and the hunger for blood awakened inside of her breast as well. The girls all seemed to wake almost at the same time she did, and were aware of what was happening. They all huddled together for a moment, and Utena felt a bit of relief on insisting that they dress and go attend their classes again.

 

But each night they all returned here, to be with her.

 

A brown haired girl separated from the group even as the others left them alone in the bed room. “Utena-sama,” she smiled, bowing, her short brown hair falling around her face, “my name is Hitomi.” The smaller girl reached up to begin to unbutton her shirt, and Utena placed a hand on hers to gently stop her.

 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Utena asked her softly, meeting brown eyes with her blue ones. Standing this close she could smell the heat of the girl, hear the blood pulse in her veins but she held herself back with a nearly supernatural force of will.

 

Hitomi looked up into her eyes and Utena was startled to see a hunger in them that almost matched her own. “Please,” Hitomi simply said softly. Utena silently took her hand in hers and pulled her towards the nearby bed.

 

Stopping beside the bed Hitomi gracefully slipped her shoes and socks off, then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, slowly teasing as each snap opened to reveal a lacy bra. Her bottom wiggled enticingly as she slid the short uniform skirt down, and then she reached around to undo her bra and pull her pink panties down.

 

Standing there nude and painfully vulnerable Hitomi asked her softly, "Am I pleasing to you, Master?"

 

"You're beautiful," Utena murmured, feeling her eyes walking over Hitomi's slim form. The only thing that marred her fragile beauty where the fading scars on her arms, the remnants of Touga's bleeding of her.

 

"Thank you," Hitomi blushed sweetly as Utena sat them both down on the side of the bed, leaning over to kiss her gently.

 

Salty skin and cool flesh came together as Utena's arms slid up to encircle her, and a part of her mind noted the vivid contrast between her own bone pale skin and the healthy pink glow of the other girl's. But mostly she was concerned with the hunger that was surging within her, ad the blood like ambrosia that flowed in Hitomi's veins

 

Tugging on Utena gently Hitomi lay back on the bed, her eyes made cloudy with her intense desire. “Oh now, Utena-sama,” she murmured to her softly, “please, now.” She arched her back, making her upper body available for Utena's every whim, the small globes of her breasts standing upright and firm.

 

“Forgive me,” Utena murmured back softly before bending over to gently run her mouth over the curve of Hitomi's breasts, pleased to feel the nipples harden. She lapped at the hot skin, the blood rising beneath the surface as Hitomi mewled in pleasure. Then with a gentle nip of her teeth the skin parted, and a rush of sweet blood filled her mouth.

 

Hitomi cried out softly, her hands rising to cup behind Utena's head, firmly holding her mouth to the wound. Utena tentatively stroked at the breasts, and Hitomi's soft cries of pleasure grew louder. A bit nervously, Utena let a hand slide down the tight belly, reaching the patch of curly hair, where she stopped, waiting for some sign.

 

The last time she fed Utena had been delirious with hunger as she fell into bed with Motoko, her desires granting her a bold courage. All of the hidden fantasies she had harbored as a young lady had boiled up in that night of passion, and she had been faintly stunned as Motoko met her wild needs with her own. Now, though, her mind was mostly clear.. and she wouldn't take Hitomi without her permission.

 

“Please,” Hitomi asked again, no, she moaned it in a voice laced with desire and Utena let her fingers slide into wetness.

 

It was a strangely thrilling experience for Utena, stroking that damp flesh, learning the spots that made Hitomi cry out. In only a few moments fingers and mouth could make the lovely girl writhe o the sheets, squirming with passion, and Utena could feel her own hunger pounding in her temples. Still she waited until Hitomi was about to reach her peak, was about to climax again.. and bit.

 

"Ahh," Hitomi cried as she came, the rush of blood from her breast making her sensations even more intense than before.

 

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Outside in the dorm room Wakaba glared at the leader of Utena's girl groupies. `At least they're all wearing clothes,' she thought to herself irritably. “I want to see Utena,” she growled, “so would you please get out of my way?” She made to step forward, only to be stopped gently.

 

“She's... a bit occupied right now,” Keiko smiled.

 

“What do you mean, occupied?” Wakaba asked. Just then a particularly loud cry reached them, and Wakaba's eyes grew wide.

 

“Sorry,” Keiko said to her quietly.

 

“I'll think I'll wait,” Wakaba sighed. She blinked, looking around curiously and realized that one of the women was missing, "Where's Motoko Aoyama?"

 

"The kendo hall," the blue haired girl offered, pushing up her glasses, "she had something she needed to do there."

 

Not long after that a fully dressed Hitomi stumbled out of the dorm room, stars dancing in her eyes. The other girl's circled her, and she gushed, “Utena-sama was incredible!”

 

Wakaba visibly winced at that.

 

Utena walked out of the room a few moments later, pulling her uniform jacket on. She paused in the doorway, “Wakaba?”

 

Wakaba looked at her steadily, trying to keep her composure then she suddenly burst into tears. She felt strong arms enfold her, and a quiet voice asking her what was wrong. And all Wakaba could seem to manage to say to her was, “Why not me?”

 

Utena pushed her back gently, her blue eyes questioning. “What?” she asked her softly, as if unsure of what she had heard.

 

“Why not me, Utena?” Wakaba asked her tearfully.

 

Utena closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. Quietly, “Because I care for you too much. I'd never hurt you,. Wakaba.” She leaned forward, and gently lay a chaste kiss on Wakaba's forehead. Then, she was gone.

 

Anthy watched them from nearby, her expression grave. Equally quietly, she made her way down the dark hallway, lost in her thoughts.

 

`Why does it bother me, to hear her say that?' Anthy thought, remembering the look in Utena's eyes as she said those words. No one in Anthy's memory had ever said something like that to her. And the caring in her eyes, her voice!

 

`Tenjou Utena is a most unusual vampire,' Anthy thought.

 

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Utena walked the grounds of Ohtori on her regular patrol. She had only found one or two vampires so far, but the night was still young. `And Kanae is still out there,' she thought grimly. Something, some flicker of motion, brought itself to her attention.

 

Without turning around Utena said, “Good evening, Juri.”

 

Falling into step beside her, Juri smiled, “Good evening to you, too. Could I invite you back to my dorm room?”

 

Utena shook just a bit, remembering the wild night she had shared with Juri, the pleasures that both of them had experienced. “No, thank you,” she said quietly and with just a bit of regret. She saw a look of disappointment quickly appear, then disappear on Juri's face. Softly, she asked, “Why do you want me, Juri? I'm sure there are armies of girls here that want you badly.” A little smile, “What makes me so special?”

 

“Armies of girls,” Juri echoed, adding with a little smile, “I guess that's the problem.” They reached one of the benches in the rose garden, “Sit for a moment?”

 

“All right,” Utena agreed warily, sitting down. Juri gave her some space, taking the other end of the bench, and Utena felt a little twinge of disappointment. She looked out across the garden, the flowers almost black in the night and sadly remembered what they had looked like in the sunlight.

 

Juri looked up, the moonlight making her look almost like a marble statue. “When I first became a vampire, I made a strange discovery. I found that after a little time anyone I spoke to would begin to agree with me,” she said. A impish little smile crossed her face, “At first, I enjoyed it. All those that had snubbed me or cut me down were now easy pickings for me. But eventually, I realized that this gift was also a curse.”

 

“A curse?” Utena asked.

 

“I talk to someone, and I don't know if what they say is because they want to, or my will compelling them to say what I want to hear,” Juri said sadly. “Even Shiori, who I love, is swayed by the power of my will. Only a vampire who is my equal will not fall under my spell,” she said, looking up to meet Utena's gaze.

 

“Why not turn Shiori?” Utena asked her gently.

 

“Then she will be bound to me as her creator,” Juri said, “and fall even deeper under my control.” She smiled, “But you, you are special, Utena.” Softly she added, “Of all of us, only you faced Akio's power and prevailed.”

 

Utena closed her eyes, and Wakaba's face appeared in her mind. `That one time,' she though, `I was hungry, and nearly made her...' She opened her eyes, noticing Juri looking at her and quietly admitted, “It's happened to me, as well.”

 

Juri reached over, gently taking Utena's hand. “You're the first woman to say no to me in months,” she said with a wry expression. “To me, that's almost a great a gift as if you'd have said yes,” she laughed softly.

 

“You're very welcome,” Utena smiled.

 

“There's no one else here who could be your equal,” Juri said softly, “and certainly no others who could be mine.” She reached out, gently brushing Utena's cheek as she asked, “Would you consider....”

 

Utena reached up, cupping that cold hand between her own. “I can't promise anything,” Utena said softly, “but after everything is over... maybe.”

 

“Thank you,” Juri smiled up at her, and they both got up from their seat. They took a few steps apart, when Juri stopped and quietly said, “I understand that Wakaba, Anthy and others are looking for Kanae's lair.”

 

“Yes?” Utena asked.

 

“I don't know where it is,” Juri said softly, “but I wanted to warn you.” She took a breath, “Kanae may be the most dangerous of us all, because she is completely mad. She sees no value in human like, not even as food.”

 

“I understand,” Utena said softly.

 

“Good,” Juri answered, and slipped off into the night.

 

Lost in her thoughts Utena walked through the blessed silence of the rose garden, tensing only when she saw a figure lurking at the end of the trail. She took a few steps forward, then relaxed a bit when she realized it was Anthy.

 

Anthy stepped up to her, and gently slipped a white rose into Utena's pocket. At her startled glance Anthy simply explained, “It looks good on you.”

 

“Thank you,” Utena blinked, a bit thrown.

 

“It's nothing,” Anthy smiled. She walked beside Utena for a bit before confessing, “I heard what you said to Wakaba back at the dorm.”

 

“I know,” Utena answered. “I saw you, hiding in the shadows.” She took a breath, more out of reflex than any real need, “I care for her, but not the way she wants.”

 

“I'm sorry,” Anthy answered.

 

“Feel sorry for her, not me,” Utena sighed. She looked up, her pink hair shining in the moonlight, “Any luck finding Kanae's lair?”

 

“A few more possibilities to check, come daylight,” Anthy answered. “We'll find her, Utena, it's just a matter of time,” she reassured her.

 

“I just hope that not too many will die in the meantime,” Utena sighed. “There hasn't been any new bodies found, and only two or three vamps tonight,” she reported, “but it feels just like when a storm's coming.”

 

“I hope you're wrong,” Anthy said quietly

 

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There was quiet in the kendo hall as the figure knelt there in meditation, eyes closed yet all of her other senses open to the world. Long black hair flowed down her back, her white and red garb of a miko giving her an odd aura. Then her eyes popped open and she reached forward, picking up the katana from it's stand.

 

'Touga, you bastard,' Motoko Aoyama thought as she swung, imagining a head severed in a splash of blood. She moved gracefully through the forms of her training and slowly banished her anger and rage, leaving only distaste and a bit of guilt.

 

Sheathing the sword she heard a soft voice say, "You're very good." Looking up warily Motoko saw Kozue Kaoru walking over to her, the lovely young woman studying her with a thoughtful expression.

 

"Not good enough," Motoko said to her dismissively, "or I would not have fallen under Kiryuu's control."

 

"I don't understand," Kozue said softly.

 

Motoko stood there silently a moment, almost as if she wasn't going to explain. "A vampire's greatest power is not his or her inhuman strength," she finally said, "but the power of their mind. By his will alone Touga compelled us all, and only Utena's blood bond could free us."

 

"So now you're under Utena's control?" Kozue asked warily.

 

"Possibly," Motoko conceded, "but Utena has not compelled us to act as Touga did." A pause as she searched for words, "Her power does not force us, in fact at first she simply tried to send us away."

 

"I'm glad," Kozue smiled, "Utena isn't like Touga."

 

They walked out of the hall together, the swordswoman and student. Motoko actually smiled faintly, "No, not at all like Touga."

 

To be continued....