Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Ancient Lust ❯ Heated Touch ( Chapter 2 )

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The first thing Seto remembered was how he felt like punishing, hell even KILLING some of his lower ranking priests. He felt like they were plotting something against him... maybe he'll have all of them murdered in the morning, just before lunch. He didn't want the rest of his day ruined.

As he entered the darkened dining room to see if Yami was there all the torches were lit up and some celebration sparked to life as everyone wished Seto a happy 18th birthday. Seto's eyes grew slightly wide. He couldn't believe it. Oh yes, he's had parties like this before... but this one seemed to have taken extra effort.

"Congratulations on turning 18 Seto" Yami said as he went to give his friend a hug.

"Why thank you Pharaoh-"

"Oh nonsense Seto. You can call me Yami" the Pharaoh stated, chuckling slightly.

The food was pretty excellent in Seto's standards and he got quite a many gifts, which he told some servants to send to his room. After the marvelous feast there was some dancing in which Yami offered Teana a dance, which she did not refuse.

"Aren't you going to dance Seto?" the red head asked. She was allowed to call the High Priest by his name for the fact that she was Yami's lover.

"No... I'm afraid not Teana... I think I'll return to my room. Thank you again Yami" Seto said and with a slight bow of his head, left the room. Yami chuckled slightly.

"What's so funny Yami?" Teana asked.

"Well after today's pleasure slave selection, Goleo informed me that he chose a very stunning young girl who had something about her that would change Seto's heart... lets see if that's true in the morning... but for now, we dance" Yami said as he held Teana close in his arms.

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As Seto was heading down the corridors to his bed chambers, he was confronted by the Highest Council member, Goleo, who was not at the party for certain matters.

"Seto" he bowed respectfully, his eyes sparkling with mystery. Seto had noticed this, yet made no mention of it. "A very happy birthday to you."

Seto gave a nod.

"Why thank you Goleo" he said in a uptight manner. Goleo chuckled slightly.

"Oh come now Seto! You should really relax once in a while!"

Seto ignored his last comment, not feeling in quite the mood to relax.

"Well, no matter. The Council and I took it upon ourselves to get you a little something. A very rare treasure indeed. A diamond in the rough; exquisite and beautiful and very tempting. You'll love it."

As much as he hated to admit it, Seto's interest had been sparked. He licked his lips in amusement, curious to see what it was.

"And where exactly is this rare and beautiful treasure?" he questioned, his voice taking on a less harsher tone. Goleo smiled widely.

"Waiting for you my lord" he said, laughing slightly before he gave another bow and left. Seto looked at the retreating Goleo curiously but shrugged and opened the door to his chambers.

Upon stepping into the room, Seto gasped. Kneeling on his bed, head bowed submissively, was a creature that was so unnaturally beautiful, his breath caught in his throat. All thoughts of punishing his lower lackeys fled from his head on sight. His whole body had just told his mind to kindly go and jump into the Nile.

The High Priest has never, ever seen a creature quite as wonderful and glorious as before. Beautiful was the only word that came close to describing her.

I wonder if she's soft and delicate as her looks, Seto wondered as he observed her.

Then, in what had to be one of the most perfect, fantastic moments, the slave's delicate head tilted up and orbs the mixed colour of red, blue and black fixated themselves on the High Priest. Seto found himself having some trouble breathing.

Never before had anyone stirred his emotions so much as this girl. The lust inside him was beyond anything he ever experienced! He wanted to storm over there and tear into the girl and let the craving, carnal desire in him be free and then to leave the girl broken and crying. He wanted to be romantic, to be sweet, to give into his desire and pound deep into her body, to be playful, to be serious, to- every tiny phase of sex was going through his head, yet he couldn't seem to get beyond the door.

Carefully regaining his composure, he entered the room and closed the door. He placed his Millennium Rod in the glass case at the end of the room and also removed his headdress before approaching the bed.

And Seto, like a graceful cat, crawled onto the bed and circled her, as if this young girl was his prey that he must feed on.

He slowly reached out to touch her back that was only covered with a pair of tied strings to keep the cloth around her chest on. He trailed his fingers down the graceful curve that her back gave, shivering at how absoloutely perfect the skin was. So smooth, unmarred, so soft and so very, very tender. He could see the gentle curve of some of the girl's bones... Seto could find himself having a hard time breathing.

Asha gasped slightly at the gentle touches that sent tremors up her spine. Arms suddenly encircled her waist as she could feel soft lips pressed against the curvature of her shoulder.

"What's your name?" Seto purred. He wanted to know the name of the Goddess that has fallen into his possession.

Asha was having a hard time to answer as she felt yet again kisses placed along her back. She closed her eyes and swallowed, trying to calm her thoughts.

"Asha" she whispered finally.

"Asha" Seto breathed the name out, savoring the way it rolled of his tongue. Such a perfect name for such a perfect creature.

He once again started to busy himself with planting kisses along her delicate body, loving the sweet flavour he tasted off his new slave's skin.

"You're all mine" he whispered seductively. At this the girl shivered slightly.

Ever so slowly Seto crawled around Asha, kissing every inch that he could of the girl's skin. He trailed his fingers along her body and finally over her soft stomach, wanting nothing more then to taste that tempting mouth that was there.

He trailed his thumb delicately over Asha's soft lips as he slowly ran his own tongue over his. Just one taste, he thought as he cupped the girl's delicate face, taking in every angle possible, tilting her head back slightly.

Asha eyes blinked nervously as she shut her eyes tight, bracing herself for what was to happen to her... yet no blow came...

Opening her eyes slowly, she could see the frustrated glare that the High Priest was giving her. She began to shake as his cold blue eyes pierced deep into her soul, the grip on her face tightening only slightly, but just enough to cause discomfort.

"Don't close your eyes" he stated. This was an order, not a request. Asha felt like crying.

Seto then slowly leaned forward and nibbled on the girl's bottom lip, clearly showing his desire. Seto ever so gently nudged the lips apart as he deepened the kiss. Seto placed his hands on Asha's hips and pressed her gently down against the bed. She jumped slightly at the coolness of the silk sheets as they touched her back.

Seto growled faintly, the sound bearly reaching Asha's ears as he pulled the slave closer to him, deepening the kiss even more. He forgot practically everything except the girl in his arms.

She tastes better then I imagined! the High Priest thought astoundedly.

All of this was a bombardment of emotions for Asha who just couldn't handle them all. She whimpered in fear, squeezing her eyes shut tightly trying to block out the High Priest on top of her, ravishing her lips and skin to his desire. She had never felt so petrified, so utterly scared and alone.

Seto, hearing the choked cry from his companion, broke his lips from their wonderful caress, staring at her a tad agitated. He had been enjoying himself a great deal and wanted another sample of this rare human.

Never the one to be compassionate, Seto's sapphire eyes gazed straight into Asha's clear mixed ones. He bent back toward Asha, toward that wonderfully beautiful head, and pressed his lips against one of her velvet ears.

"What is it?" the sound was like a hiss, doing nothing to calm the terrified girl.

Before Asha could stop herself, clear liquid crystals poured from the corners of her closed eyes, trailing small rivers down her flawless cheeks. Seto still hadn't even realized it, but the gorgeous child beneath him was almost convulsing, shivering and shaking madly.

Yet, not really knowing what to do in a situation as this, Seto found himself gently stroking her cheek, pushing a piece of her silky hair away from her eyes. He didn't like it when Asha's eyes were shut. He wanted her looking at himself. He wanted to be able to see the emotions coursing through the smaller body... he wanted to look deep into her soul.

"Shhh…" he beckoned, licking away the bittersweet tears that stained her face. He removed the necklace around her neck and placed it on the side table. His questing lips found the junction between shoulder blade and neck as he gently began sucking, making his mark.

You're mine… he found himself thinking again as Asha's trembling ceased slightly.

"You don't have to be scared" he whispered as he kissed her quivering lips. "You never have to be scared of anything anymore…"

And what Seto found absolutely terrifying about this situation, was he meant every single word of it. Every word. Asha looked up at him, inhaling shakily as she quietly spoke.

"Please don't do this…" her voice was so hurt, so broken and scared that Seto inhaled deeply. He would, no- could not be denied this… her… Asha. He would take her tonight, no matter what.

The High Priest cupped the back of Asha's head with his free hand and pulled her gently, yet with a force that would not be denied, into a soft kiss. When they parted, he licked his lips finding the taste still there.

"We're going to play a little game" Seto whispered as he leaned down to kiss her again. Her lips were intoxicating, warm and soft and so inviting… and her mouth tasted like spices and sugars, honey and cream. He feasted on that mouth, disregarding it of all its traps.

By Ra… his brain was liquefying, dissolving in his pleasure.

"Your first lesson as my private slave" he said as he nipped at her lip, running his velvety tongue across it, "it's simple really…"

Asha shuddered. Though the High Priest was nothing compared to the Pharaoh, Seto still had many tricks, dark, evil tricks up his sleeves and everyone knew it well. He was a dangerous player. It was impossible for Asha to win.

"The rules are simple" Seto continued with another pleasurable kiss. Asha found herself relaxing with the soft ministrations. After a while, the bombardment wasn't so horrifying, they were almost… nice…

Asha suddenly found herself hesitantly responding to one of the heated kisses, pressing her lips onto the High Priest's. Seto wanted more of that.

"The game is called 'look but do not touch'. If you touch me, you lose and you will be punished". And as if he was having another thought, Seto added "And you have to stay here with me. But, if you don't touch me, you win and you're free to leave." The High Priest was not going to lose this time… as if he ever did when it came to his pleasure slaves…

It seemed simple enough to the young girl. Seto took her hands in his and kissed them before laying them up above her head to rest in the silk sheets that were bundled around the bed.

Taking full advantage he ran his hands down her sides, loving the way she felt. Such a gorgeous creature...

He slowly reached behind her to untie the strings to the golden silk that covered her breasts. Asha whimpered but dared not to move. Seto slowly untied the knots and when done, removed the fabric and tossed it to the floor.

Upon peering on her chest Seto gasped again. It was so... perfect. Nothing like the other breasts that his other girl slaves he had. He ran his hand across them and the girl shivered again. They were so soft... so round and fairly big... but not as much...just enough to fit in the palm of his hand.

He leaned up to catch her lips again, he just couldn't get enough of them. He wanted more... much more... and Asha was so compliant... Ra... how did he get such a rare gift?

Asha whimpered slightly under that dominating mouth and yet... her fear started to edge away. She started to feel slightly more relaxed... as if she was starting to enjoy this...

Seto then started ravaging against her lips, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth to taste its sweet interior. Asha was having a hard time to keep up with his lips and could find herself losing oxygen to the fact of how long Seto kept the kiss sealed.

The High Priest soon found himself looking into her eyes, though they were shut again.

"Open your eyes" he whispered gently, stroking her cheek. "You have such beautiful eyes". She looked at him. Oh Ra was she beautiful... with the slight flush on her cheeks and the way her lips were parted slightly. In her eyes it held a sort of trust, trust that Seto wanted to destroy and crush. When he saw something vulnerable, he always felt the urge to destroy it, abuse it and to just fling it away.

But when her mixed coloured eyes locked onto Seto's hard sapphire ones, he felt himself become sick at the thought. He couldn't stand it; the confusion this girl was raging within him. It was a totally different thing to want so much to touch another person like he was. He felt as if he'd die if he couldn't touch Asha.

He reached to take a vial of sweet smelling liquid from his side table before settling back down on top of Asha. The girl tensed again, sensing what was going to come as she whimpered again slightly.

"Ssh..." Seto whispered, finding himself once again calming the girl as he kissed her forehead.

He dipped a finger into the vial and started drawing patterns on the girl's chest, gently going over her soft breasts. She moaned slightly but otherwise didn't move. Oh did he love the sound... it felt so wonderful to his ears...

He started to then lick the oils on her chest, intensifying the feeling of wanting her. He ran his tongue across her hardening nipples and Asha had to bite her toungue to stop from screaming. He raised his head to look at her slightly, to see her hands clenching the sheets tightly.

Hmm... such a strong will this young one has... Seto thought, admired by her determination.

He then started sucking gently at her breasts and again the girl whimpered, writhing slightly. He hardened the sucks as he loved the taste of her... so overwhelming... so wonderful... so intoxicating...

As he was doing this his hands moved down to the skirt she was wearing and started to untie the gold and black sash that held the skirt up as he slowly removed it.

Asha was using all her might to not try and stop him, though she felt that she needed to... hell she wanted to but knew that if she did, she would lose this game.

He succeeded in untying the skirt and removed it, tossing it to the floor with ease. His hands massaged her delicate thighs as his tongue swirled around the girl's breasts, gently biting into her nipples before moving his mouth down to her naval and lapped at it greedily, loving the sweet taste it gave.

As he moved his face lower, he could sense a sweet smell invading his senses as she was now naked. Seto could feel himself and his hormones on fire... he needed her... he wanted her... now...

He sat up slightly to remove the slight armour on his chest and his silk pants and slippers and tossed them to the ground before leaning across her again, now flesh on flesh. His hardening erection was only becoming harder as he wanted nothing else but to take her right now.

"Mmm... Asha..." Seto whispered seductively as he leaned up to suck as the girl's Adam's apple, savouring the sweet taste of her flesh. He continued sucking fiercly, wanting the girl to feel as great as he is.

Dipping his finger into the vial, he leisurely inserted it to the girl's entrance. Immediately she tensed again and arched her back, shaking slightly from the pain.

"M-Master... s-stop..." she begged.

"Sssh... its alright Asha" Seto said as he gently kissed her lips. He then inserted another finger in which Asha screamed out. Seto wanted to do something to ease the pain, he desperately did… but it was to be expected… he promised himself he would make it up to his new slave later.

When Seto inserted a third finger, the girl was thrashing.

"Please, stop! It hurts! Please Seto! Stop!" she begged before she gasped and covered her mouth.

And indeed Seto did stop and started at her in a surprised expression. The girl was shaking now.

You see, the High Priest could only be called by his name if the person was an equal, a friend or a higher rank then he... but this girl was way below him... and she said his name. And the girl knew it, for she was shaking uncontrollably.

"What did you say?" Seto asked in a deadly calm whisper.

"M-M-Master... please forgive me" Asha started to apologise.

"What did you say girl? And do not stammer" Seto ordered.

"Seto" was what the girl responded shakily.

Seto closed his eyes pleasurably.

"Again... say it again..." he whispered. Still scared, the girl responded.

"Seto".

Ah... the way his name rolled off her tongue was like heaven... was like silk over skin... it sounded so nice and wonderful to hear it from her voice.

When he opened his eyes to look at her, he was still surprised to see how scared she looked. Asha thought she was going to be punished.

Seto raised his hand and stroked her cheek before kissing her honey sweet lips. When he released them he looked down at her with calm eyes.

"From now on I want you to say my name, do you understand?" he said. She nodded quickly. "Good... you know Asha... you're a very special unique person that I'm glad to have" he whispered seductively in her ear, causing her to shiver.

After giving her another deep, searing kiss he started to twist his fingers inside her, as if to remind her he was getting ready. Again she whimpered and writhed and Seto loved to see how she squirmed.

His erection was resting against her thigh and she could feel it growing and throbbing. Asha knew what was going to happen next... and she was dreading it.

When Seto pulled his fingers out Asha whimpered slightly, while she also groaned at the lost of warmth.

Seto smirked before he pushed himself in. Asha was tight, even after being stretched. He clenched his teeth and let out a low growl, sliding in as slowly as he was able. Asha would have cried out if Seto's mouth weren't feasting on her.

She's so tight! Seto cried out mentally.

Seto could see he was causing Asha tremendous pain yet he didn't stop. She was writhing, shaking under him. He pushed himself in deeper as Asha tried to control a scream. But soon it became too much for the agonized girl and she slammed her hands against Seto's chest, trying to push him off.

"Please... it hurts so much... please stop..." she begged. It felt like she was being wripped in two. Seto, however, mentally cheered as he brought his lips close to her ear.

"You lose dear, sweet Asha... now you shall be punished" he cooed into her ear. Asha looked like she was about to break down.

Seto pushed his whole way in and settled down on top of Asha, waiting for her to get comfortable with the new position. He didn't want to hurt her after all. When Asha's teared covered eyes opened, Seto rocked his hips to throw in good motion. Asha gasped and moaned.

Seto rocked madly as he started attacking the girl's soft lips again, kissing her fiercly as he felt heat beyond he imagined course though his body, through every nerve and prick. Oh was this more then he imagined.

Feeling slightly more courageous, Asha wrapped her slick, somewhat pained legs around Seto's torso and he pulled them up higher slightly as he continued his thrusts, going deeper each time.

He started sucking at her flesh, pulling at it in a hard, demanding way as his hands roamed along her perfect body, wanting to take it all in. He brought them finally to her soft breasts as he massaged them in a lusting way, never wanting to stop.

The girl was crying out loudly as Seto kept slamming harder and harder into the girl as internal heat boiled deep inside of him, giving him the great desire and deep passions to go through this intense excitement. He never, ever wanted this feeling to go away. He claimed her lips once again, twirling his tongue against her pallet as he sucked on her lips, hissing every time Asha would constrict against him.

Seto shouldn't be doing this.

He shouldn't be touching her so gently.

He shouldn't be wanting her so badly.

He needed to remember the rules of the game.

He should stop being so… caring. This kind of tenderness was dangerous. It always ended in disaster. This sort of relationship always fell apart. There was no escaping it. He needed to remember that. He needed to keep in mind the way things were. Asha looked up at him with half lidded mixed coloured eyes and long tangled hair, soft parted lips and flushed skin. Seto couldn't think anymore.

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All the High Priest could remember in the morning was to find the young girl held against his chest tightly by his arms, breathing softly. Seto smiled as he stroked her hair.

What a precious little thing you are, Seto thought to himself as he reluctantly pulled away from the warm embrace, wincing as a dull ache rolled over his body. That was rather new… but he then though if he was sore, then Asha might not be walking for a few days…

It was around noon when the High Priest actually left his chambers, fully dressed and with a small smile plastered on his face. But when he returned to his sacred chambers where his other priests were held, his cold heartedness was back up at full force.

He condemned quite a few people and quite a few others whipped. He felt disgusted by the way Asha made him show emotions that rulers are not suppose to show. It was a sign of weakness... and yet...

"I take it you didn't enjoy your gift" one of his lower priests said. "I'll tell the guards to remove her at once".

Seto had him brutally killed. He did enjoy his gift, a little too much in fact. He just wasn't sure what to do with her now.

Goleo, sensing something was amiss, gently urged Seto to call it quits for the day and that he and the Council would see to the remainder of the people. Muttering something under his breath, Seto exited the throne room, tremendously relieved as the mountain that pressed against his back disintegrated.

He was rather hesitant to go back to his room, for fear of what he may find. But having no where worth going, Seto pushed open the door to his chambers finding Asha still there, now awake. His heart sped up at the sight. Asha, suddenly realizing there was someone else there turned her head.

Her blinking eyes caught Seto's as she smiled tenderly. At that very moment, Seto's mouth went fairly dry. His eyes were unable to look away from the adorable sight in front of him. He strode over to Asha, gripping her arm forcefully. Asha winced as she was thrown on the bed.

Take her… Seto's own voice hissed to him. He almost needed to reassure himself he could be heartless, that he could in fact take what he wanted from this girl without her consent. He had to prove to himself he could see Asha the same way he saw every other slave before him. An object for his pleasure and disposal; nothing more. But he knew that it was too late for that. He had already gone too far with her… he knew her name… and she spoke his... and instead of punishing her, he pleasured her… Take her! he screamed again, having every intention of doing so. Until…

"Seto?" Seto blinked up, her eyes cutting a line straight through his inner turmoil. Her face was so serene, so trusting and open. Seto could read every emotion that crossed through his head. Once again he found himself stone cold. He couldn't…

"Yes Asha?" he smiled, a true and extremely rare smile, as he brought his lips down, gently kissing her. The kiss was even better than he remembered. He whimpered into that delectable mouth, gently sucking on her tongue, as he broke apart.

Once again, Asha's eyes were gently shut as Seto stared at her face. Without even having to say a word, Asha looked up at him, almost as if she heard his silent request. The younger girl contently snuggled into Seto's arms, fitting so perfectly. Seto had wondered how he had gone on without her there. Because I think here's where you belong.

When Seto pulled back, he noticed much to his dismay the vibrant colour pallet that stained Asha's body. She was bruised and scratched… her skin now marred. Asha, seeing Seto's eyes glued to the rather large bruise on her stomach carefully placed her slender hand on his shoulder.

"It's all right," the corners of her mouth lifted hesitantly. Seto, broken from his deep concentration at the musical voice, as he stared into the eyes he had grown to crave. He would never apologize. That was beneath him.

And speaking of beneath him… his mouth quickly sought out Asha's not minding the random parts of the supple body they happened to hit. Even though he wanted to take her again, he silently feared for Asha's comfort. If he gave into temptation, it would be most definite Asha would not walk for a few months.

But then, when had it ever matter to him whether his slave was sated or not?

A delicate hand found its way to the High Priest's face, as it seemed to bring him back into the kiss. Focus! it almost giggled. Seto could have sworn he heard Asha let out a chuckle, but no sound escaped the room.

That same hand tangled into Seto's soft brown hair pulling his face even closer. Seto had his mind made up by the time they broke apart, both smiling tenderly.

I'm keeping you…