Zatch Bell Fan Fiction ❯ The Satyr and the Pomegranate ❯ The Satyr and the Pomegranate ( Chapter 1 )

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

The Satyr, the girl and the pomegranate

A KNGB (Zatch Bell) fan fic by Wega the blue sun

No copyright infringement intended, these characters (except for the pomegranate) don't belong to me. And this fic belongs to me, too.

Sherry's afternoon with her faun and delicious fruit. Rated M because it's terribly naughty!

"Hold still", Brago murmured. Sherry's inability to sit quietly was seriously annoying him when he was trying to relax. "Go somewhere else", she replied and jostled him some more. She was pouring tea from a silver thermos into her favorite porcelain cup. He raised his head from her lap and gave her an evil look. "Aren't you done eating yet?" he grumbled. "You've had your meal and I didn't bother you, now let me finish mine in peace", she answered in a peevish tone while she stirred the hot liquid furiously. Some of the tea spilled out of the cup and landed next to Brago's cloak, which was spread out on top of the blanket they were sitting on.

Brago snatched the cup out of her hand and firmly set it down. "Now you're done", he said and laid back again, the satin fabric of her dress rustling under his head. "Oui, monsieur", she snapped sarcastically. "Is it OK if I eat this or are you afraid of fruit, too?"

Brago cast a suspicious eye on the strange object his partner was holding up. It was fairly large, roundish and deep red. He grabbed the thing and experimentally ran his clawed fingers over the leathery surface. "Silly girl", he scoffed, "how are you going to eat this? It's hard like wood!" Sherry declined to answer and only rolled her eyes while she rummaged for something in the picnic basket.

Brago meanwhile circled his thumbs over the erect flower scar of the so-called fruit. Damn if it wasn't suggestive...the shape of the thing reminded him of something. Sherry triumphantly held up a short knife and took the pomegranate out of Brago's hand. "Watch and learn", she said and stabbed the serrated blade into the hard fruit.

Brago rolled his eyes. Why did she have to make such a production out of eating, he wondered? The fruit didn't yield easily and Sherry grunted as she thrust the knife repeatedly into the thick skin. Finally she dropped the blade and grabbed the ragged edges of the rind and pulled hard. A tough white membrane became visible and suddenly little red droplets spurted from the interior.

The mamodo watched in fascination as Sherry dug into the mortally wounded fruit and pulled out gobs of glistening jelly. "Hmmm", she moaned and pushed a bit of the substance into her mouth. A few drops of the pomegranate's life blood fell onto his bare chest and he moved to flick them off. Sherry's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't waste it", she said and touched a juice stained finger to a tiny red glob. It adhered to her fingertip and she brought it to her mouth and flicked her tongue against the jelly coated seed. "Delicious", she smiled, her lips stained bright red. Brago narrowed his eyes. Two could play at this game, he thought.

"Tease", he hissed and grabbed her long hair and pulled her head down. "There's more where that came from", he pointed at his chest, gray skin now covered in red rivulets like tiny rivers of blood from invisible wounds. "Poor thing, would you like me to help you?" Sherry grinned.

"Miserable tease", he repeated through clenched teeth. With her hands firmly planted on his chest she dipped low and touched her tongue ever so gently to one of the seeds. Her soft lips engulfed the sweet red blob and her teeth scraped against his sensitive flesh. "You really should try it" she whispered and moved closer to his face. "It's good ..."
She pressed her lips against his and pushed the seed into his unwilling mouth. His first instinct was to spit out the sticky bit of jelly, but that would probably offend her and put an end to the game. He rolled the seed against the roof of his mouth and felt the jelly burst. A tiny splash of sweet and sour juice hit his tongue and the hard-shelled seed stuck in his throat and made him cough. Sherry pushed a fresh piece of the jellied mass into her mouth. "You have to suck it", she said, her words muffled. "You suck it", he snarled and pulled her down again. "Get this stuff off me", he commanded.

Sherry licked every last seed off his tender skin and smiled at the movement of the muscles beneath the smooth gray surface. He's so hard on himself, she thought, so often he denies himself pleasure until he's ready to explode at the slightest touch. She planted a kiss on the area where a belly button should be. Brago wrapped his arms around her legs, pulled her hips down and buried his face under her voluminous skirt. Sherry could feel his hot breath through her silky underwear and spread her legs to give him better access. A sharp ripping sound sobered her up for a moment. "There goes another pair", she thought. "Mind the claws", she warned him. A muffled response drifted up from under her skirt. Sherry didn't like the tone, so she dipped low again and bit him sharply. Brago's violent reaction nearly bucked her off.

"Watch the teeth!" he snarled and grabbed her hips again, this time digging his claws into her tender skin. Now wonder her body was crisscrossed with tiny scars, some faded, some fresh. Today she'd get a few more, she thought giddily. "Watch it yourself", she snarled back and bit again, this time raising a tiny drop of blood. She eagerly licked it off, enjoying the unique taste that was so unlike human blood.

In one smooth, seemingly effortless movement Brago flipped Sherry over his head and onto her back. The rough landing knocked the air out of her for a moment, and she tasted the metallic tang of her own blood. "Hey, are you trying to break my neck?" she yelled. "No", he replied in a tight voice while he tore his pants off.

In a split second he was upon her and the wrestling match began. It was hard to tell which one of them was better at removing her clothes as their fingers frequently entangled, but finally he'd removed all barriers between himself and her.

His breath became ragged as he ran his clawed fingers through the tightly curled blonde hair and her perfume spilled thickly into the air. Sherry moaned and tried to pull him closer but he held her at arms length.

"It's your turn to be teased now", he growled and rubbed his aching erection over her sensitive slit. Sherry's head flopped back while she spread her legs as far as possible. "Yes, just like that", she moaned. He sped up and slowed down, varying the rhythm. He knew what she liked but it was hard to hold on like this, he wanted to plunge into the inviting opening and quench his heat in her wetness.

A fine sheen of sweat began to cover his skin and a trembling started in his groin. He knew there wasn't time to properly please her now, he wouldn't last through it. Sherry's eyes were firmly closed, her hands gripped his shoulders. "Don't stop", she whispered, "I'm almost there ..." Brago held perfectly still for a few moments, just long enough to watch her squirm and beg him to continue.

Then he plunged in to the hilt. She was wet and hot and tight and he ground his pulsing erection deeply into her tender human flesh. Sherry gasped high pitched squeals and dug her fingernails into his back. Her hips worked against him as he increased the pace. Her stiff curls scraped his smooth skin with every thrust as she matched his movements exactly.

By now she was good and wet and the musk coming from her tight hole drove him on to slam his groin against her brutally, but she was strong enough to take it and cried for more. Her moans increased in pitch as he continued to pound into her. "Take that", he groaned.

"Harder!" she commanded and he complied enthusiastically. The fluttering in his groin became urgent, his muscles tightened and he grabbed her thighs to pull her legs straight up and as far apart as the straining sinews would allow. The view of her open sex with its pink lips panting wetly against reddened skin was too much. One last time he stabbed deeply into her innards only to explode on contact. His roar split the air and he collapsed on top of her.

A few tremors ran over his skin and his legs twitched spasmodically while Sherry gently ran fluttering hands over his back and face. After his heart stopped racing his breathing returned to normal and he extricated himself from her grasp. He stood up to let the warm breeze dry off the last of their mingled sweat.

Sherry raised up on one elbow to watch him get dressed. She wanted more, but it was plain to see that Brago wasn't in the mood for anything else. This habit of his to leave immediately after sex was distressing and never failed to annoy her. How strange that the mamodo who disdained human emotions and habits so much would mirror the most irritating traits of the typical male of the species.

Brago was pulling his pants back on and shook out the leaves and bits of grass that had been pressed into his cloak. His muscular, bare torso and the furry garments gave him a striking resemblance to a satyr, only he lacked the carefree attitude of the mythical beings. Pity, but at least he didn't have goat horns either, Sherry thought with a smirk.

"We should do this more often", she said as she began to collect her clothes. Brago didn't reply, nor did she expect him to. She packed the remains of the picnic into the basket and folded the stained blanket carefully. "Catch!" she said and tossed the bundle to Brago.

He turned to leave but was held back by Sherry's hand on his shoulder. Now what, he wondered as she moved her face close to his. She gently placed her lips against his cool cheek and her warm tongue caressed him. For a moment he felt the flutter of her lashes against his flesh and his groin came back to life. "Forgot this one", she said as she pulled up and on her lips shone the bright red of a pomegranate seed.