Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ eXXXcapades: Life and Times of Hitomi Kanzaki ❯ Default: Makings of a Disaster ( Chapter 1 )

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

MAJOR MATURE WARNING: IF YOU’RE A KID, DON’T READ THIS!

 

Hey guys. Well, I’ve been having serious writers block with my other fic, though I can say that I’m half done and have kept the story the way I want it. Yay! I just did this to let off some steam.

 

SEXscapades stared off during a discussion I had with one of my friends about -duh- sex and how it’s treated in life. People make such a big deal about it (which it is) but if people just treated it like a normal, healthy, privet part of life, there wouldn’t be a bunch of hoopla and government people trying to tell other people when and where and how to have sex. Not just now, but like always. Even in Elizabethan times and really through all history.

 

So then I had this idea: what if I tracked someone’s sexual growth, say Hitomi’s, and experiment with how her ideal and views of sex and love change not just by what others tell her, but when she herself has sex. It all changes with who, when, and how she does it. And it’s not just sex and love that are effected but her views on life itself in many ways. Deep, I know. ^_^

 

But yeah, here’s just the default chapter to set up the scene and background to the beginning of the story line.

 

BTW: Yes, Hitomi is a minor the first time she has sex, because a lot of people are. Ask anyone who went to high school. Though this is a fantasy world. I’m being true to life in that detail.

 

 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Esca.

 

MAJOR MATURE WARNING: IF YOU’RE A KID, DON’T READ THIS!

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Hitomi cried out, the feeling of ecstasy overwhelming her senses. She reveled in the feeling of Dilandau thrusting hard and fast, his heavy breathing barely audible over her moans. She grasped the bars of the headboard for support as her knuckles turned white. She tried her best to keep from screaming, but she felt her orgasm coming closer as he pounded into her, his hard member thick and swift.

 

She bit her lip hard until all she could hear above her heartbeat were his animalistic grunts and the slapping of her tits against her own skin. He increased his speed, making her fight harder to keep silent. If anyone was home, they surly would have heard her by now.

 

“Please, Dilandau,” she managed to stammer.

 

“Please what?” He let a sadistic smile cross his face, his silver hair plastered to his forehead by sweat.

 

“Please…oh God, let me --”

 

“Let you what?”

 

“Come!”

 

“As you wish, my lady.”

 

He pounded into her, and within a few second, Hitomi’s mind went blank as she let out a satisfied yelp and let the pleasure consume her.

 

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Hitomi lied on her bed, grateful that dinner hadn’t caused a fight. Her mother was getting her revenge nonetheless, her exaggerated cried could be heard through the walls.

 

“Oh, yes, Dilandau, YES!”

 

Hitomi turned on her side, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep till they were done. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. After all, Dilandau was her mother’s boyfriend first.

 

In fact, her mom had earned it. Once the divorce was finalized, Yoko had gone through an identity crisis. Her husband was gone, arguing that she was wrapped up in her career and had no time for being a real wife, and her son agreed.

 

Hitomi was shocked the first time her mom had brought home a boy -not a man- for the night, but she reasoned that Yoko deserved to go a little crazy after what she had been through.

 

They had started young, 18 years old. Her mom picked up Brad at a bar across from the college dormitories.

 

Hitomi didn’t complain because they were usually only on the weekends and gone before noon, the only evidence of their presents a cranky, sleep-deprived daughter and one very happy mother.

 

Things stared to change once Yoko’s 40th birthday had passed. She brought boys home almost every night, and they stayed all day long on weekends. Hitomi finally put her foot down when she walked in on her mom and “James the business major” going at it in the kitchen.

 

Yoko apologized to her daughter and promised never to let them out of the bedroom. Things had been fine after that for a while until she brought home Dilandau on Hitomi’s 16th birthday. “I got something for you and a little something for myself,” she had said, leading the ruby-eyed man meat to her chamber of fornication.

 

That’s when things took a strange turn. Dilandau wasn’t one of her mom’s little sex puppies who did what he was told and left when she kicked him out. He was cool and confident, sexual in every sense of the word. The way he walked, the way he talked, the way he looked at you was like he was fully confident that he could have you on your knees begging for more at any second. He was only 19, and Yoko was under his spell.

 

It had started small. She lent him a few dollars to go out with friends, bought him a new jacket, let him walk around the house. Within a few weeks he had practically moved in. He barrowed her car, used her credit cards, slept all day. And if Yoko protested, all he had to do was slid his hand up her thigh, glance at the bedroom door, and she forgot why she was mad in the first place.

 

Of course Hitomi was upset. She was disgusted by the way her mom was a slave to lust, how she was turned on by his vulgar gestures over the dinner table and how she never seemed to get enough. That was, until, Dilandau started giving Hitomi those same looks. The shivers they sent down her spine made her think that maybe he wasn’t as big a creep as she thought.

 

It started when she arrived home from school on one particularly scorching day. She walked five blocks in the heat and her uniform was stuck to her skin. She threw down her backpack and marched into the kitchen. Once there, she took off her top, slid off her bra, and opened the freezer to let the cold air combat her burning flesh. Dilandau never left her mom’s room until Yoko got home with dinner, so Hitomi was perfectly sure that she was safe. That’s when she heard a long whistle come from beside her.

 

There was Dilandau, sitting on the countertop with a popsicle, eyeing her naked chest. She tried to cover up, but it was too late. He had seen it all.

 

“Well, I can see good looks run in the family,” he said, sliding the popsicle in and out of his mouth. He jumped off and walked by her as he exited the kitchen, brushing up against her.

 

Hitomi was suddenly hot again.

 

She tried to ignore him after that, her embarrassment keeping her from telling her mom, but Dilandau went out of his way to be alone with her, even if it was only a few seconds. He was shirtless at every opportunity, rubbed against her at every passing, gave her suggestive looks every time their eyes met.

 

Hitomi wanted to tell herself that she hated it, that it was gross and wrong, but she couldn’t say that she didn’t look forward to coming home after school and being alone with him for a few hours, even if they didn’t talk. She enjoyed how he tried to impress her, lifting heavy things in the garage, sliding down the stair rail. The attention was exhilarating.

 

‘It’s not fair,’ she justified. ‘Mom gets to sleep with whoever she wants, and she won’t even let me date. This just makes up for that. It’s not like I’m going to turn out like her.’

 

The flirtation went on for almost a month, and Hitomi started participating. She would cross her legs in her short school uniform when they watched TV together. She dropped things in front of him and took her time picking them up.

 

Then Yoko got a promotion at her office, causing her to work longer hours, and Hitomi’s behavior escalated. She would wear white shirts without a bra. When she went swimming in the back yard, she would let her bikini top fall if she knew Dilandau was watching.

 

Hitomi spent long hours thinking about what their relationship meant, whether it would go anywhere. She got her answer on day when Dilandau gave her a “present.” He stopped her on the stairs while she walked to her room. “Go down to the kitchen around midnight for a little…snack,” he said, licking his lips.

 

She didn’t know what to expect, but she set the alarm on her cell phone and waited anxiously until it rang. When it did, she raced down to the kitchen, but hesitated when she heard a strange noise. She moved quietly, trying to make out the sound. As she approached the light that spilled out of the kitchen door, she recognized the familiar voice.

 

“Ooooh, oh, baby…Ahhh!”

 

She peered into the room to see her naked mother bent over the counter top as Dilandau fucked her from behind. Yoko was facing the other direction, so she didn’t see Hitomi, but Dilandau wasted no time making his message clear.

 

I wish this was you, he mouthed to Hitomi as he rammed Yoko harder, sending he woman into throes of ecstasy.

 

Hitomi was too stunned to move, but Dilandau continued. Tomorrow night, he mouthed again.

 

“OH GOD, I’M COMING!”

 

Yoko’s scream scared Hitomi into running back to her room as silently as she could, but she couldn’t shake what Dilandau had told her.

 

She lied down, her skin hot, and dreamed of what would happen the next night. Would they really have sex? Would she let him? Would she want to? What about her mother? What if she found out?

 

All those questions erased themselves from her mind when she thought of exactly what sex with Dilandau meant. She pictured his hard, chiseled abs, smooth skin, toned arms, strong legs, every god-like detail about him, and she knew the answer then and there.

 

“I’m going to be out for the night,” Yoko told Hitomi the next morning as they shared a grapefruit for breakfast. “I’ve got a big project to finish, and my team is pulling an all-nighter. My credit card is on my dresser so you can order out for dinner.”

 

Hitomi quivered on the inside, Dilandau’s promise seeming more plausible.

 

She paid little attention during class, her mind wandering back home. At the end of the day she sprinted from the bus stop to the front door, taking a moment to smooth out her hair and clothes before stepping inside.

 

Her heart sank. The house was totally silent and empty. No sign of Dilandau anywhere. She dejectedly threw her backpack aside and stomped up the stairs to get her mother’s credit card, order as much take out as possible, and drown her sorrow if food.

 

As she absentmindedly entered Yoko’s room, she caught the scent of lavender.

 

“Hey, princess, why are you looking so down?”

 

It was Dilandau, leaning bare-chested against the bed post, a glass of champagne in each hand. Hitomi was a deer in headlights, unable to move at the sight of him. His eyes smoldered into her, and she suddenly had the urge to hop on the bed and put her legs in the air.

 

He set the glasses on her mother’s nightstand and flowed across the room.

 

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he said, rubbing his body against her as he qently shut the door.

 

Hitomi still haden’t moved, trying to get her heart rate under control. She heard the lock turn with a click.

 

He came up behind her and massaged her shoulders. “Don’t be so tense, Hitomi.” He moved closer, pressing his body against hers.

 

“Dilandau, I’ve never --”

 

“Shhh…I’ll take care of you. Just enjoy the ride.”

 

He slid his hands down to her waist, pulling her toward him. She felt his hardness against her butt, and a shock of electricity went through her. Her mind went foggy as he placed his mouth on her neck, leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses along her skin.

 

His hands shifted their position, climbing up to her breasts. They massaged her tender flesh through the fabric of her uniform, making her nipples stand. He started with the top button, moving downward until he exposed the flesh on her stomach to the warm air. He rubbed her, determined to become familiar with every inch of her body, before sliding a hand under the material of her bra and greedily taking a handful of her perfect tit.

 

She whimpered, the feeling almost too much.

 

He laid her on the bed after pushing off her shirt, the sight of a half naked school girl forcing blood to run through his loins. He smiled at the look on her face: a mix of nervousness, fear, anticipation, and desire. Her eyes had turned dark with lust. She stared at him, lips quivering, and he knew that she was his.

 

He straddled her and placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly forcing the straps of her white bra down until they fell limp. He embraced her, and she held tight, exploring the hot flesh of his back with her hands and he expertly roved her body and unclasped her bra.

 

She felt a shock of electricity at the sensation of his pulsing erection pressed against her naked stomach, and as he moved away, she held the bra against herself, still unsure and afraid. She searched his face for an answer to her question, and found much more. The naked half of his body glistened with sweat, his breathing was heavier, his stare fixed on her. She saw in his gaze a Hitomi she had never though existed. One who was sexual, a girl who was desired.

 

She let the useless fabric fall away and let Dilandau show her the girl she could be.

 

Six hours and countless orgasms later, Hitomi found herself pressed up against the wall of her mother’s shower as Dilandau fucked her. She let herself cry out with each thrust, knowing no one was in the house to hear them.

 

They had fucked already on Yoko’s bed, the living room couch, living room floor, kitchen counter, her room, the stairs, the laundry room, and were now rounding it out with a steamy shower session for good measure.

 

She wrapped her legs tightly around Dilandau’s waist, wanting him deep inside her. He steadied himself against the wall as he thrust in and out at amazing speed, his eyes closed as the hot water from the shower drenched them both.

 

“Oh, Dilandau, it’s starting to hurt.” Hitomi whined, but soon enough she would have an insatiable desire for the pain and pleasure cocktail.

 

“I’m almost done,” Dilandau managed to groan. He pumped harder and harder, the tightness of his cock making him delirious.

 

Hitomi dug her nails into his back, knowing the pain would push him over the edge.

 

“Hitomaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!“ he yelled out, loud enough to echo.

 

She screamed as well as they slid down to the bottom of the shower. She watched as he pulled out his dick, white with cum until the water cleansed it. He sat back, his chest heaving, and turned his head to her.

 

“After you, I don’t know how I’m gonna go back to that bucket you call a mother.”

 

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Things began to change between Hitomi and Dilandau, as was expected. When they were alone, sex was the order of the hour, no matter where or for how long. He still slept with Yoko, knowing there was no way he’d be able to be wit Hitomi if his sugar mama ever broke it off.

 

When they were in public, Dilandau was sweet, no matter what he told her in privet, Hitomi knew she was more than just “a juicy piece of pussy” to him.

 

All in all, they had managed to keep things under wraps, away from Yoko knowing the truth about their relationship. But then, one crisp fall day, their fantasy affair nearly came crashing down around them…