Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fading Into Darkness ❯ Sinful Desires ( Prologue )
Authoress: I kind of took this idea from Troy and twisted it into this fan fiction. ENJOY!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh no matter how much I want to…
Quick Notes: The main idea came from Troy as I stated earlier, but this story will not have the same concepts that Troy possessed, although there will be similarities that might occur in the plot or subplots. Anyways. R+R!!!
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Prologue Of Fading Into Darkness: Sinful Desires
Atemu sucked on her bottom lip and tugged on it lightly as she moaned in ecstasy. He ran his hands through her long hair than caressed her cheeks with his hands before sliding his tongue into her mouth seductively.
His hands easily undid the sash around her waist and eagerly tugged off her clothes revealing her bare naked form. He immediately turned his attentions to her breasts and ran his tongue over her nipples until they were hard than he began fondling them with his hands, rubbing them roughly.
Her hands raced over his bare back as she moaned, "A-Atemu…" His name coming from her lips sounded sweeter than anything in the world.
He left a trail of kisses along her collarbone and her pulled her close to himself so he felt her breasts against his chest. Atemu suckled on her earlobe until it became sore and began licking her everywhere he could and stopped when he reached her opening.
He smiled up at her, he knew she wanted him to give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams although she would never say it.
Atemu used his hands to spread apart her thighs for easier access to her virginity, he looked open his treasure smugly than leaned forward and began licking the honey nectar of her arousal. The taste was like ambrosia to him and he lapped up all of it than started sticking his tongue inside her greedily making her squirm, "Atemu…please…I w-want you…," she whimpered.
He knew what she was screaming for him to take her virginity in her mind, and who was he to deny such a request from this lovely vixen from heaven?
His skin burned from her angelic touch and his heart beat faster and faster every second.
Atemu straddled her lap and began thrusting into her with all his force. He wiped the beads of sweat of his forehead as he concentrated on what he was doing.
"Atemu!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her nails dug into the skin on his back drawing blood.
He smirked as he watched her small fragile figure beneath himself pleasure writhing in complete bliss.
She let out one more bloodcurdling scream as he broke through the walls of her virginity to claim her as his and blood from her opening tickled out of her onto the white bed sheets…
Atemu bolted upright from the intense dream drenched in sweat, "Shit." he cursed to himself as he lay back down on his back trying to calm his racing heart, "It was just another dream…" He closed his eyes and turned over onto his side and went back to sleep.
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Ate mu always kept a mental picture in his head of the ethereal that was Airlea. Her long brown hair that reached past her waist and had colored ribbons intertwined into it, her innocent emerald eyes that had a slight tint of indigo, her curvy body and her perfectly pale pink skin with rosy cheeks. Atemu loved the way her tight dresses hugged against her skin and how they showed off her silky legs. She was a beauty beyond compare, she was a goddess amongst mortals.
She was kind, caring and gentle with a cute shyness that made her all the more alluring. Her innocence was the main reason why he loved her though and her gorgeous singing voice that sounded more divine than that of anyone.
How often had he dreamed of making her moan in pleasure as her muscles would tighten around his length, too often he dreamed of that perhaps. He wanted her so badly, he wanted her to want him in ways that could never be explained, but she was off limits to him for she was the princess of Greece.
She was the only female that occupied Atemu's thoughts, for he wanted only her and no one else. Despite all the other princesses that courted him for marriage and were beautiful as well, not one of them could compare to Airlea. All those woman wanted him for power and nothing more, although he couldn't deny sleeping with one of them for a night or two, they were never what he truly desires.
Over the course of nine years he had watched her grow up because his father took frequent visits to Greece to try and make a peace treaty with her father, the king.
He often recalled the first time he went to Greece with his father when he was twelve-years old and she had been six…
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Atemu walked down the elaborate golden corridors of the Greek palace walking at his father's heel, "What are we doing here father?"
"I'm going to met King Aeneas and discuss some things with him my dear boy," his father replied sheepishly, "Go amuse yourself playing some game, this might take awhile Atemu."
Atemu nodded, "Yes father." he stood still as he watched his father walk further down the corridor than turned around and walked in the direction of the garden.
The garden was a luscious place with dew wet green grass, large leafy trees, hundreds of different colored flowers and a small reflecting pool in the middle with a smaller tree next to it with a bench under it's long branched. It was on the bench he first saw the fair maiden, Airlea making a beaded necklace. Today her hair was made into many small braids with golden ribbons tied at the ends and she wore a plain pink dress with thin straps and a white sash around her tiny waist.
She turned around and smiled heartedly at him, "Hello I'm Airlea." she said in her soft syrupy voice.
Atemu seemed to be at a loss of words ,but regained his senses a bit to respond, "I-I'm Atemu…"
Airlea smiled wider at him than returned to her task of making her necklace, stringing random colours of beads onto it.
He cautiously sat down next to her and peered over her shoulder at her necklace, "I presume this is a hobby of yours young princess." He said trying to make conversation between himself and the young girl.
"Yes," she nodded, "This and playing the flute. What are your hobbies Atemu?" she asked staring up at him with her green eyes.
"Fighting…I guess," he answered scratching the back of his neck, "And I have some school stuff too, like astronomy and arithmetic."
"I don't like arithmetic." she said frowning at him a little than looking back at the necklace she was constructing, "It's boring and no fun."
"You're learning arithmetic?" Atemu asked, it was unusual for girls to be allowed education.
"Yep, and it's a total bore." she replied, "I can hardly pay attention in any of my classes especially history, can you?"
"Now that you mention it," he said wistfully, "My classes are pretty bland as well, but I like astronomy." He praised himself how easy to was for him to talk to her.
She didn't answer, she was absorbed once again in making her bead work. After what seemed like an eternity of silence she exclaimed, "I'm finished with it!" she beamed at him happily. "Lower your head so I can put it on you."
"You're giving the necklace to me?" he said raising an eyebrow at the small girl.
Airlea nodded, "Yep."
Atemu lowered his head so the girl could place it over his head, when she did Atemu stared at the necklace for a moment than at Airlea, "Thank you, it's lovely."
Airlea giggled into her hands, "You really think so Atemu?"
"Of course," he said grinning at her.
The beads on the necklace twinkled as the sunlight hit them making them look more majestic than they had been.
"I'm glad you like it." she said happily, "Although it probably won't clash well with your other jewelry." she added in an almost mournful way.
"Well I like it." Atemu told her gazing at her.
"Good." Airlea said now staring at the reflecting pool in front of them. Her eyes followed a small fish that was swimming about within it.
"Atemu, we are going." Atemu's father called out from inside the palace.
Atemu get to his feet and sighed, he enjoyed being in company of the small girl, but now he had to leave. He turned around to her, "Goodbye Airlea."
"Bye Atemu." she chirped, "I hope to see you again."
Atemu smiled and walked in the direction of the palace, the necklace jingled as he walked. When he reached the entrance he glanced over his shoulder to see Airlea playing a small flute, the sweet melody of the song entered his ears and plucked at his heartstrings as he watched her little fingers play the instrument in an expert way.
"Atemu! Hurry up!" His father called.
"Coming." Atemu called back running into the palace.
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Atemu loved Airlea, but whether she felt the same way was unknown to him. As sweet as she was, she wasn't the kind to tell someone how much she felt for them. Sometimes it seemed like she had no feelings except happiness for she always smiled. He had never once seen her scowl at anyone or loose her temper and yell her head off.
She liked people, she liked to interact, but whether she loved people was a mystery to everyone. People loved her so it only made sense for her to love them back, but it appeared that she didn't love them at all.
Atemu wondered if it had something to do with her father, but her father was a good man and couldn't have possibly have done anything to make his daughter this way. King Aeneas loved his daughter dearly since she was his only daughter and only child.
He did everything he could to make her happy, but by giving her everything and hiring her the best teachers, he forgot to teach her the meaning of love, he only allowed her cheerfulness and nothing else.
Atemu longed for her despite everything. He wanted nothing more than to have her to himself, to touch her and love her in his way, that was all he truly wanted.
He was content that she never took a husband over the years, even though nearly every prince and king proposed to her. She would flirt with them all, but never showed any real interest in any of them.
By the time she was fifteen, she was more beautiful beyond any man's dreams and that's when Atemu decided, that he's take her as his own one way or another. He was going to have her and nobody would stop him.
When Atemu finally inherited the throne of Egypt when he was twenty-one, he was ready to finally claim her as his own. No one else would ever have her.
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Authoress: R+R please!
Other Quick Notes: Airlea translates to literally 'ethereal' and Aeneas translates to 'praiseworthy'.