Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Past Won't Go Away ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
Priestess: Aww, poor Malik! Bakura was so mean to him! Oh well, I like rape fics. I have And Then She Cried to prove it. Or Golden Eyes, if you're on Adultfanfiction.net. Either way, I'm fairly good at writing rape fics-though I do better writing strait rape than Yaoi rape. I just used 'rape' three times in one sentence.
Warnings: Dominance/Submission, nudity, lemon, major Kaiba OOC-ness. Kisara might be OOC as well, but she's such a mysterious character! And it is what I would imagine she would do. I've read all the comics and still don't know much about her! Of course I did teach myself Japanese, but I've also browsed English sites and none of them disputed a word I said. Also-I'm not good at lemons! I'm a virgin, you know. Well, actually, I was-all right, it's none of your business. Let's just say there's a reason I like writing rape fics.
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A graceful, dark-haired girl glanced up from her book when she heard the click of the door being unlocked.
"Malik?"
Her little brother didn't seem to be feeling especially terrific. There was a haunted look in his beautiful eyes, and there seemed to be tear trails on his cheeks. His shirt was falling off, and it seemed as if it had been sliced in the back by a knife.
"Is something wrong?" she inquired, all sisterly/motherly kindness.
"I don't wunnu talk about it," he muttered sharply, and before he could give a reply he had stormed upstairs to his bedroom.
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Tears slipped from Malik's eyes and trickled into his hair, but he ignored them as he lay on his back. He wouldn't lay on his front and leave his back exposed. What was it they said? Fool me once, blah-blah-blah. He neither remembered nor cared.
"What is it that you want?" His mother had said that. Fully, it had been, "Your destiny is to be a Tomb Keeper, never to see the sun or laugh with friends. That is what is destined and what is required, it is that which your father wants. But, my child, what is it that you want?"
Since she had died when he was born, he didn't remember her saying this. But a few months ago Isis had told him that their mother had said that.
What did he want? He had wanted to start a new life, but it seemed that he was already failing miserably. He remembered Bakura's words, words which had frightened and infuriated him-"the past won't go away."
No, it wouldn't. It never would. It never could.
A shimmering light surrounded him.
His jaw dropped as the light swirled around him, ethereal and vibrant, every smoke particle as bright as a star. A single blazing speck touched his skin, but he couldn't move away. It felt like a flicker of fire, but at the same time seemed as cold as ice. It glittered on his shoulder and his fingers refused to brush it away.
Another landed, then another, then another. A million sparks and more. They shrouded his eyes, engulfed his tears, filled every crevice, entered every opening. He could taste them. They swarmed into his mouth, his ears, his nostrils, spreading to invade everything. And still he couldn't move. He couldn't even scream.
***
Kaiba frowned and glanced at the Millennium Rod lying on his desk. Why had Yugi given that piece of junk to him? 'Rightfully his'-ha! Like he wanted it. It was just a stupid reminder of the lies fed to him by that crazy Ishtar woman. 'Isis'. The Egyptian goddess of magic and just about everything else, if he wasn't mistaken. The mere thought made him feel sick. Any gods which did exist must hate him anyway.
And if there was a god of insanity, it must have taken a special interest in him. Not a day had passed that he hadn't been disturbed by those illusions. He was beginning to wish it was true, as long as it meant he was sane.
As his eyes returned to the screen and his fingers continued dancing across the keyboard, the Blue-Eyes White Dragon at the top of his deck started shining.
The eye on the winged orb of the Millennium Rod started shining as well.
An image flashed in front of Kaiba's eyes-a pretty girl with the bluest of eyes and the whitest of skin and a sad expression, wearing a simple white tunic.
He frowned and tried to shake away the irritating, now-familiar image, only to see that shimmers of an eerie light was swirling in front of him.
He jumped up, and his hand automatically moved to the Rod. This time he let his fingers grasp it, and as if they had done it before they unsheathed it. He tested the tip on the blade and his fingertip bled. Yes...this would do fine.
The light was taking shape now, forming a slim female figure with long thick hair. Even before the details were shaped, he recognized it and a sinful thought entered his head. He smiled. This would be more interesting than he had thought.
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"Sis?"
Isisjumped, recognizing that sweet voice. It was her brother's voice, but much too young and innocent. And he hadn't called her 'Sis' for years. 'Isis' or 'Sister', but never 'Sis."
Slowly, fearfully, she turned her head and screamed.
***
As soon as the pale girl appeared, Kaiba smirked. "Hello, Kisara."
The white-skinned girl gazed at him, her blue eyes filled with puzzlement, and he felt fairly certain that she had no idea what was happening. Fine with him. He had her exactly where he wanted her.
"W-Where am I? How did I get here?"
"You're in my office, but I'm not sure how you got here."
"Oh..." Kisara was clearly at a loss for words. She stared at his outfit, at the unsheathed Rod in his hand, into his eyes, and even at his hair. "Priest Seth?"
"No," Kaiba replied, smirking and leaning against his desk. Kisara felt herself blush at how seductive he seemed to her, but then she caught what he had said and gasped in disbelief.
"W-What do you mean? You-you aren't-but...but..."
Kaiba smirked started walking towards her. As he did, he thought of what Isishad told him. If he needed to repeat her words to get what he wanted, he would. If this was just another daydream, he couldn't care less. This was one he would control.
"Priest Seth is dead, Kisara. He died a long time ago. You've somehow been transported over 3500 years in the future. I am not Priest Seth, but his reincarnation. My name is Seto Kaiba."
"Oh," said Kisara softly, still sounding mystified. Kaiba was now so close she could smell him. It was a pleasant fragrance, masculine but clean, and to her mortification she felt her pink nipples pebble under her white tunic.
"Have you ever been kissed before?" Kaiba asked abruptly, when their noses were touching.
"Kissed?" she repeated, bewildered and embarrassed. "No."
She gasped when his lips touched hers, but didn't fight. He tasted wonderful. When he started running his free hand through her hair, she gently pressed her lips against his. She felt his tongue and parted her teeth slightly to permit its entrance.
Kaiba almost moaned in pleasure, the wet muscle exploring every crevice of her delicious mouth. The taste of exotic spices and desert winds was intoxicating, a taste his insanity had made him familiar with-but not familiar, and never inside a mouth. He was fairly certain High Priest Seth wasn't a virgin, however.
He used his tongue to bring hers into his mouth, sucking it gently. Kisara moaned shyly, but still didn't fight.
When he finally pulled away, he was smiling with satisfaction and her pale cheeks were flushed beautifully.
"Kisara, lift your arms," he instructed, causing her to blush even harder-if that were even possible. It was pretty obvious that the beautiful girl knew exactly what he had in mind.
However, she complied, lifting her slender arms without complaint.
Kaiba's blue eyes gleamed as they admired her perfect figure. He felt like licking his lips, but that was completely out of character (oh, and all this isn't?)
Pushing the Millennium Rod into one of the loops of his belt so both his hands would be free, he used both hands to lift her dress by its hem. Slowly, almost carefully, he raised it until he had pulled the tunic off entirely.
Kisara blushed so red her spirit beast would have been a Blue-Eyes Red Dragon, not a Blue-Eyes White, but still made no attempt to hide herself from him. This pleased Kaiba.
Though she twitched slightly, she still remained fully submissive as he reached out and traced her collarbone. He moved his hands and cupped the supple, perfect orbs of her breasts. Kisara sighed softly, feeling herself melt at his touch. Her blush receded, but her milky flesh still felt hot to the touch. Kaiba was only more pleased. And here he thought this might require the Rod!
He removed his hands from her and removed his shirt, exposing his magnificent figure-or half of it, anyway. His hands slid down the line of her body, resting upon the gentle swell of her hips.
Kisara felt herself burning up at his touches, and she couldn't help but feel intense pleasure. She was still confused, but no longer afraid. She had trusted High Priest Seth, and she was willing to trust Kaiba as well. Even if it meant trusting him with her virginity.
Kaiba clasped one of her wrists and pulled her to the desk. He could see that his touches were overwhelming the inexperienced woman, his own erection had become very painful. He thrust aside everything on the desk before pushing her gently so she was sitting on it. He then sat on the chair and started to remove his own pants.
"Tell me, Kisara, am I upsetting you?" he asked mildly, trying to sound as if he didn't care.
Taken a bit by surprise, Kisara replied truthfully, "No. I'm just...surprised. I haven't-I've never-"
"You're still a virgin," Kaiba finished, throwing off his last piece of clothing. Don't worry, Kisara. I'm not going to take your virginity, not yet. I'm willing to wait for that."
"Then what-" Kaiba interrupted by taking her face in his hands and pulling him down so they were kissing again. He then pulled her off the desk and down onto her knees.
Positioning her head at his thighs, he spread his legs and ordered, "Kiss."
She seemed surprised, but she obeyed, gently kissing his inner thighs and making him moan with pleasure. She looked nervously at his slick cock. She was a virgin, but she wasn't exactly innocent. She didn't really want to take it into her mouth, but she was willing to. She wrapped a pale, slender hand around the erect member. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, actually it felt quite nice. The flesh was warm and silky. Kaiba moaned in pleasure, burying his hands in her hair.
Kisara opened her mouth and cautiously sucked the swollen head of Kaiba's member, eliciting another pleasured moan. Though it tasted strange, it wasn't unpleasant. She traced her tongue over the veins of his length, knowing from his moans that she was doing it right. Kaiba tightened his grip on her hair, bucking his hips into the warm wet heat tightly his shaft. Kisara choked slightly, and the tightening was enough to trigger Kaiba's orgasm. Kaiba threw back his head and cried out in sheer ecstasy, climaxing into Kisara's mouth.
She was startled by the sudden rush of salty-bitter liquid which abruptly filled her mouth, but she still managed to gulp down his seed. She gasped slightly and clasped her arms around his waist as she climaxed, filled with blissful rapture.
For a while neither of them spoke, then Kaiba rose up and helped Kisara up. Now certain that she wasn't an illusion that was going to vanish, things were a bit more serious. "Come on. We both need a bath, then I'm going to see what Isishas to say about all this.