Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hunters at Midnight II: Utopia ❯ Dark Pleasure ( Chapter 4 )

Hunters at Midnight II 3: Utopia
Dark Pleasures
Author's Notes: You asked for it! You got it! The much anticipated sequel to "Hunters at Midnight!" This story takes place two years after the end of "Hunters" Yami while creating a Utopian world where Vampires, Humans and their children can live together in peace; is searching for the woman that stole his heart. The former Hunters know where she is and are refusing to tell the Vampire King and their mates and friends. However, what shaped the Vampires and their Human companions? Was it their past? Their family lineage? What? The heroes must delve into their past and resurface their memories in order to look for a better tomorrow. But not everyone is happy about this new Utopian Society that Yami is forging and will do anything to stop it from forming.
Once again thanks to thank Sm-candy for giving me ideas for this story and letting me use the characters Rosalie, Dawn Dickinson, and Zelene Calvert. Also thanks to Zatken for her wonderful ideas.
Zataken also helped me to write the lemon for this chapter!

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"I suggest you apologize to my mate," said Rashid in a deadly calm voice that hide his barely concealed fury.

"Why should I?" asked the male vampire snarling while his green eyes flashed with specks of red.

"Because," said Rashid slowly his eyes flashing. "If you don't then I will kill you."

"Old man I would like to see you try," smirked the male as he and the others stood up.

"Very well," said Rashid getting to his feet.

The seven younger males froze in shock and looked up slightly at the Rashid who towered two heads above the tallest.

"Fuck," whispered the red headed male.

"Do you still want to fight?" asked Rashid his eyes staring down the vampires. "Because I guarantee you; that you will not win. Now I suggest you come with us and you will not be hurt or killed."

"Sorry old man," said one of the males kicking the table back knocking it into Rashid and Isis's stomach.

Isis gasped and held onto her stomach in pain, while the two bar maids nearest to the table rushed to her side: Rashid took off after the renegades intent on killing them for harming Isis and the possible murder of their unborn child.
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Arora stared up at Yami with awe her mouth was open and no sound was coming from her motionless lips.

Yami smirked seeing his mate staring up at him as if he were some sort of god, and perhaps in some ways he was. He was after all a Vampire King, perhaps that did put him to some degree of godhood, he was for all practical purposes immortal. His amethyst eyes told her all she needed to know about what he wanted from her as his gaze slide over her form trying to remove her clothes with just his eyes. She looked beautiful in the spandex outfit she was delicious to look at. He licked his lips staring hungrily at her, in a way that made her shiver in either anticipation or fear she wasn't sure which. Arora drowned in his beautiful eyes and she wondered if he was mad at her for up and leaving him like she did. Yet, he didn't look mad at all instead her looked hungry for her, very hungry and underneath that hungry was something dark and alluring.

"I have missed you pet," said Yami taking a few steps towards her until he towered over her crouched form. "Have you missed me?"

"Ya, Yami," whispered Arora staring up at his form in shock not daring to breathe. "How did you find me?"

"I followed your marvelously intoxicating scent," said Yami crouching down in front of her. "Your scent always did drive me wild."

Yami slipped his hand into her hair. He moved his face forward quickly to catch hold of her lips; he smirked to himself and forced his tongue inside her mouth slanting his mouth over hers to get a better feel for her taste. His kiss became more lustful with each passing second as he heard her heart throbbing more wildly as their lips lingered against each other. He pulled her head forward and her body slammed into his as he wrapped his other arm around her waist he dipped her head so that it rested on his shoulder; he then moved his hand from her hair to her cheek to keep her face where it was. When he pulled away he had a satisfied grin on his face while they tried to catch the breath that the other had stolen. He felt victorious knowing that she had never taken on another lover or kissed another male, while they were separated from one another. Her entire mouth, the way that she kissed him back, and the way that her body responded to his advances told him that truth.

"Have you been waiting for me to find you?" asked a victorious-feeling Yami staring into her beautiful blue eyes. "Is that why I can't taste the lips of another man on you?" Yami dipped his face into her neck and inhaled her all too familiar scent that was imbedded into his sheets. "Or smell another one on you close enough to suggest you've fucked another?"

Arora felt her anger well up inside of her now that his lips were gone from hers and she tried to fight back the tears remembering what it is he had said about her that had made her leave. "Why would you care if I did? You're the one that called me a freak."

"You are a freak," muttered Yami dipping his face back into her neck to kiss it passionately with a hint of tenderness. "You are my freak."

A flood of bad memories involving the man she lusted after and loved crashed in her mind - killing her father as she hid in the dark, using her as an object of revenge when she had her own avenging to do, calling her cattle and a freak, disregarding her humanity, and hurting her in so many ways.

Arora growled low in her throat and shoved him away from her slapping him across the face, her blue eyes flittering dangerously.

Amethyst met blue, as old wounds and passions bubbled up. He knew that she recalled the past - something that made him feel awful, but his pride nonetheless masked his loving feelings for her with a sadistic grin. As he stroked the cheek she just slapped, he approached her once more - this time coming dangerously close to her until he pinned her against the tree with his body. In a split second, he grabbed her chin.

She held her breath, and her eyes went wide. In matters that she did not understand, the fear within her made her heart race even faster - gauging what he would do next with her.

He gave her a smirk mixed with amusement, lust, and seriousness. His amethyst eyes lit as he could feel the adrenaline and her blood pumping hard this very moment. "I've searched for so long to find you. No matter what you do, my pet, you will always be mine...." With his own adrenaline pumping hard as well, he kissed her on the lips.

At first, she fought back and pushed him away with such hatred. The more she fought, the harder it became for her to fight back her tears. Minutes later, her own body and needs betrayed her as she relented to his advances. The passionate and incessant kisses intensified, as the lust within their bodies built up once again.

In between kisses, he removed his ankle-length leather jacket - making his hands and arms more free to probe the curves of her body. His sensual kisses slowly traveled towards her ear, and then lingered at the neck.

She, on the other hand, did the same to him as her hands explored his muscles underneath his shirt. Her senses swam wild, as the hatred within her made her lust for him more - making her temporarily forget the hurts of the past, and forcing her stronger half to come out. Seconds later, she could taste drops of his sweet blood wetting her lips and tongue.

As he explored her décolleté, his hands playfully slipped the dark spandex clothing down to expose more of her skin. With his lust going out of control as well, his fangs came out and his kisses became hungry nips. His exploring touch - now more rough - groped until his left hand reached a familiar object that hung by the side of her belt....

It was her whip, and her right hand was tightly clenched - ready to spring into action. However, he knew that she was too preoccupied with the moment between them and that she held on to her whip as the last hopeless resort of controlling her emotions.

"I don't want to argue with you, pet," he said in a whispering and appeasing tone, as he slipped the spandex top off from her until her upper body was naked for him to see. "I want us to enjoy this reunion of ours, and I've missed you.... Maybe this time, we'll have that child I've been wanting to have...."

As he busied himself kissing her all over, fear struck her heart when she heard the word 'child.' She mused, `Oh, Gobaith.... I don't know if I'm doing the right thing....'

Before her tear-glistened eyes betrayed her, she instinctively closed her eyes when her needs dominated her thoughts, he did something unexpected....

He grabbed for her whip with his left hand, held her close to him with his right hand, and pushed them onto the grassy ground. They landed on top of his jacket, with his right hand and arm cushioning her as they fell. He was on top of her - pinning her body and binding her hands which were now in front of her as she lay on the ground.

"What are you doing?" she demanded as her blue eyes went wide.

Once he finished wrapping the whip around her hands, he then teased, "We always mixed danger and passion whenever we're together. Has it been that long, so that you've forgotten those special times between us?"

"Yami let go of me," demanded Arora struggling against the bonds of her own whip as he secured her to one of the tree roots sticking up above her head. "I have a job to do!"

"Yes," agreed Yami staring down at her struggling form with amusement. "Your job is to please me." He dipped his mouth down to her breast and suckled it. He continued his carnal work while eagerly listening to her pleased moans, while she arched her back off the leather jacket to feel more of his mouth on her skin.

Yami dipped his mouth down to her breast and suckled at her eagerly listening to her pleased moans as she arched her back off the leather jacket to feel more of his mouth on her skin.

"Y, Ya, Yami," stuttered Arora trying to get out of the position he had forced her into.

"Why are you fighting me?" asked Yami as he kissed her breasts. "You know you want this, too. I can practically smell it on you. Your body is practically screaming for me."

Arora yelped when he moved his face to the valley between her breasts. As much as her head screamed 'no' to his advances, her body and her heart begged for his touch. How could something that she swore to be so wrong could be so right? He sunk his canines into her skin and drank her blood eagerly. He couldn't believe he had forgotten how sweet her blood tasted, it was better then the most expensive bottle of bline he had ever tasted. His hands slide over her body rememorizing her delicate curves. He was pleased to realize that her body hadn't changed at all, although her curves did seem more pronounced.

He pulled away from her chest and licked her blood from his lips. His beautiful purple eyes flashed red at the taste of her delicate blood. He moved his mouth back up to her ear and nipped her there eagerly, while his hands squeezed her firm ass.

Her body quivered, since his probing touched explored the right places.

"Scream for me, my pet, my freak," he murmured. "Beg me to take you."

Yami smirked when he felt her tongue snake out and he tilted his head slightly so she could have better access, she bit his ear, hard. His eyes flashed dangerously and he jerked back in surprise. He reached back to touch his ear and found that he was bleeding although it was already healing.

"That wasn't nice," he snarled, glaring down at her then a smirk formed across his face as an idea came to him.

He straddled her hips and groped her breasts smirking in satisfaction at her moans of pleasure. As his hands traveled downward once more, his fingertips lingered around her inner thighs - teasing and tormenting her. When he felt that the right time came, he parted her legs and moved in between them - planting long kisses that made her tremble in pleasure.

Dizzy with pleasure as he continued his work between her legs, she moaned his name repeatedly and begged for more. Eventually, she let out a long and audible groan as she climaxed.

After a few moments, he lifted his face and crawled up to her. "That's right, my pet. I know every inch of your body, and what it needs.... And I know that you still want more...." He slid his hands behind her, supporting her back and her shapely ass. He closed the gap between them - her puckered breasts cushioned by the muscled hardness of his smooth chest. He then gently rolled them on the grass until she was on top of him. His flat-board stomach could feel the moisture coming from her, making him harden even more.

Breathing hard, her blue eyes met his deep purple eyes. With hands still bound by her whip, her fingertips explored the skin of his smooth chest - making his chest heave more and his member ache as it further hardened. She whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do...."

"Surprise me," he replied with an equally naughty grin, looking forward to the places that his senses would take him as she pleasured him.

Arora sat up on his hips and ran her hands up and down his chest stroking his muscles. She lay back down on his chest and nipped at his neck sensuously he closed his eyes and groaned into her ear. She rubbed herself against his hardness that was confined inside his leather pants; she jerked back when his hands slide into her spandex pants and squeezed her ass.

"I thought that it was my turn," said Arora pouting.

Yami chuckled and slipped his hands out of the spandex moving them to grip her hips. She stared down at his pants her eyes calculating before a smirk spread across her swollen lips.

"Untie me," she demanded holding her hands before his face.

He stared at her hands before staring into her eyes. "Nope," he said with a smirk resting his head on his hands.

She glared at him wondering how he expected her to pleasure him if he didn't untie her and with the rest of her whip secured to the tree root she didn't have much maneuverability. She frowned down at her hands and then his pants an idea coming to her. Moving her hips slightly so she settled between his separated legs she lowered her mouth to his chest kissing her way down to his waist where his pants were. Then with her teeth she fiddled with the button.

With his member hardening further from anticipation, he thought as he watched her unzip his pants with her teeth, "Resourceful little pet....this is more fun than I expected it to be...."

He chuckled at their sensual predicament - even though he was at the bottom, she was still tied up - giving him an advantage over her, and liking it that way.

Once she freed him from his leather pants, she crawled her way up to him - brushing against him and stimulating him. She initiated their open-mouthed kiss and worked her way to his ear, down to his neck, and then his chest. She lingered her attention on both his nipples, making his breathing more labored.

She crawled her way down until she reached down between his parted legs. She stroked the inside of his thigh with her tongue. As she reached his member, she planted supple kisses on it first. Then, the kisses became more open-mouthed and moist. These built up in intensity as her work on him progressed. She worked her way back to its hard tip - flicking and teasing it with her tongue. She could taste him. Eventually, her tongue made circular motions that moistened his member entirely.

His breathing became more labored, as his muscles tightened from the mindless and sensuous pleasure she was giving him.

But she was just getting started....

She slid his member inside her mouth, which made him groan more. Her tongue continued its work while it was inside her mouth's warmth. Up and down she went, making him ache more for her.

He stopped her and motioned her to come up to him. Breathing in and out deeply, they kissed each other. They rolled on his jacket until he was on top of her once more. He nipped her neck until he tasted her blood, and then resumed the work on her firm breasts using his gentle touch, his mouth, and his tongue. The more he heard her labored breathing and groans get louder with yearning, the more aggressive he became.

He pressed her down onto his leather jacket and grabbed hold of her belt removing it and placing it next to them on the grass; they could have some real fun with her weapons later. His hands returned to her body this time for her spandex pants slipping them slowly down her body to reveal his treasure. He smirked when he saw that she had taken to shaving it there, with a flick of his wrist he tossed it aside and stared down at her naked form under him. He then reached beneath him, touching her sheath. Noting that the junction in the middle of her warm legs was slippery, he grinned lustfully. Guiding his member, he worked around the outer rim of her privates to arouse her - making it moister.

He laughed and considered the best way to pay her back for nearly taking his ear off earlier. He didn't want to hurt her too much, he just wanted to make sure she was aware of the fact that, he, Yami owned her. He clucked his tongue and stared down at her belt before choosing a curved dagger to play with on her.

Arora eyed him wildly wondering what he was going to do with her dagger. She watched as he slide the blade gently down the side of her face being careful not to cut her delicate skin. He trailed the dagger down her stomach and in between her legs considering something in the back of his mind as he stared at the juncture between her thighs and her stomach. Someone was whispering something in the back of his head but he ignored it and instead concentrated on a delicious punishment for his little pet.

"How should I punish you for being bad?" he asked with a hint of teasing and danger in his rich voice, as the dagger that he held in his hand glinted against the moonlight. "I could continue teasing you endlessly...."

"Untie me," she begged.

Amethyst eyes gleamed, as he inquired in quiet firmness, "Why? So that you could take off on me again?"

She was taken aback. As firm and as controlled as his voice was, she sensed something foreign from him - pure and genuine hurt. Her heart sank once more for the man that she hated to love, and loved to hate. She wrapped her legs around him - pushing him down towards her until they were face-to-face, and with the dagger being the only thing between them. "I have my reasons for leaving...." she whispered.

Keeping his composure in check, he said coldly, "And I have my reasons for keeping you this way.... You're mine, Arora. No matter what happens between us, you'd always be my pet and you'll always be mine." He then placed the dagger aside - making sure that it was far away from her reach. He kissed her again - at first rough and intrusive, but later on softened once more with such longing and passion. The heat of her body heightened her scent and drove him wild. He covered her body with nipping kisses - arousing her further.

Eventually, his member entered inside her. He did the best that he could to be gentle with her, but alas he failed - much to her satisfaction. Moans of pleasure came out from her as his hard member thrust deeper into her and performed its work - until his bottled-up lust culminated inside her with such explosive warmth and intensity.

Her legs, which were wrapped around him, prodded him to thrust harder and deeper into her - something that he was more than happy to oblige. After their almost simultaneous release, he lay on top of her - his head resting on her chest as both of them tried to catch their breath.

When he was about to withdraw from her, she stopped him and said, "It's my turn...."

Reading her mind, he thrust with his still-throbbing member deeper into her, supported her back and ass with his hands, rolled around on his jacket until she was once again on top of him. Breathing deeply, he whispered as he caressed her skin, "Is this what you want, my pet? Do you want more of me?"

With a seductive smirk on her face, she playfully told him as she touched all over his smooth chest with her fingertips, "Yes, I do.... I want to linger...." She decided to just surrender herself to the wants of her body, hoping that it would satiate his desires as well. Inside her, she could feel his hardness returning.

Both of them were mindlessly swimming in the notion of having their roles in bed reversed - now the dominated became the dominator, and vise versa. She began to rise up and down on his hardness as she knelt on the ground. At first, she was unsure of the comfortable pace for both of them - as pleasurable as it was.

Eventually, he removed his hand from her ass - determining that she had full control of it now. He kept his amethyst eyes focused on her while she worked on him, and was amused and aroused seeing that she was taking full advantage of being on top of him - and lustfully relishing every moment. He then let out an audible groan, being that she started increasing the rhythmic pace - hitting sensitive spots with much more intensity. He reactively increased his work on her firm breasts from tender touches to stimulatingly hungry strokes.

Knowing that it was already time for both of them, she motioned him to take his hands from her breasts to her ass - prompting him to guide her in ensuring that her thrusts were as stimulating for him, as it is to her. Secondly, she liked the sensation she was feeling from his strong, warm hands behind her. Third, it drove her wild knowing that she pleased him - judging by his hands pushing and guiding her more furiously to thrust.

And much to both their surprise - particularly him - she reached for her own firm breasts and continued the work he did for her with her own hands and fingers, caressing them with a combination of gentle and ravenous strokes.

Both of them intensified their lovemaking - he increased the pace of her thrusts through his guiding hands; she followed suit tirelessly. Her walls tightened around him and her slickness provided an invitation to further satisfy their lust for each other as hungrily and wildly as they possibly could; and his member hardened further - crying out for a satisfactory release inside her.

She climaxed first, which he felt immediately. She did not stop her work on him, until he was given a sweet release. Both of their individual treasures were still intensely warm and mercilessly throbbing from the pleasure they gave each other.

Little did the other know that too many thoughts bombarded their respective minds, as they lay side-by-side to catch their breath after they made love.

The weak voice inside him now practically screamed the notion that he loved her - a lot. For the first time since she took off, he was ready to admit that he fell for the woman he intended to destroy. It was true that he wanted her - not just for her body, but for who she really was inside. However, a conflicting voice kept crying out to avenge his father's death. Another supposed voice of reason insisted that she took off on him, so she deserved nothing from him but hatred. In the end, he mused, `She only exists for procreation and my pleasure. No real love could, and should, ever come between us. Either I would destroy her, or the very people she now protects would kill her when they find out that she's one of us, too.'

She, on the other hand, consciously did her best to slow down her fear-ridden heart as it raced. Still thinking about Gobaith, she pondered, `I'm sorry, my little one. I love your father, but I - we - couldn't have him. He's too much of a monster to love anyone, so he must never know about you. I'll kill anyone who ever harms you.... Especially him....'

Eventually, their pleasure-numbed bodies and tired minds gave in. As they fell deep in sleep, their subconscious betrayed them. Underneath the moonlit sky, he cuddled her as if he would never let her go while she hugged his arm as teardrops she held back flowed down to the side of her face and onto his jacket.



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