Crimson Angel

Chapter one

She panted so loudly that she could hardly process in her mind what was happening. one minute she was having a heated argument with her long time mentor, on the verge of ripping out his throat and the next minute he had her pinned beneath him and had her writhing in a mass of pleasure, pain, and never ending confusion.
He glared down at her in amazement and furry, her red eyes were hazed over with such fear that he could feel his heart ache deep in his chest. He taught her to show no fear, no matter the situation or the enemy and yet here she was, cowering and writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain beneath him. Her long locks of fire sprawled atop the grass as her bronzed skin seemed to glisten in the deminishing sunlight. His nostrils flared in anticipation of her scent as it wafted from her due to a slight breeze.
How can she possibly smell like rain and jasmin? She has never lived near jasmin and she has never even seen rain.
He rasped his throat in frustration and felt her shiver against his stomach. He had her pinned down with his own body, his stomach against hers and his hard throbbing erection tilted towards her hot entrance. Her body screamed fear with every slight movement he made and it only thrilled him more to see her confusion and innocence plastered on her face. She only looked up at him, panting so hard that her chest forced his to dance in the unsteady rythm of hers. Goddess how he both loved and hated her. He loved her beauty and her strength in battle but hated her tongue with every ounce of his body. She spoke so foul. Curses flew from her mouth no matter the sitaution, but now there was only tension filled silence, for now.
"What do you think you're doing bastard! Get off of me before I rip out your throat with my bare hands!"
Her curses flew at him with cruelty but were edged with panic and uncertain lust. Did he notice the wavering in her voice? She could have sworn she saw him wince at her as she spoke.
Her heart hammered in her chest, threatening to leap out of her rib cage and explode. She had admired this man since she was twelve and grew with him until she was sixteen, barely blooming into womanhood. She feared him for his incredible strength but now panic was all that she knew, it craddled her in its arms as the demon inside of him awoke and threatened to destroy her. She couldn't control her body, seemingly paralyzed by his mere touch. Even worse was that her body was reacting strangely to his every motion. Warmth pooled between her legs and her nipples pearled against his lean chest.
What's wrong with me? Wait, back up a little bit, what is Yushin going to do to me? Wait, back up a little bit more, why can't I move?
He rubbed his aching erection between her legs and broke all train of thought, an uncontrolable yelp escaping her plump pink lips as he did so. Her face darkened to a deep shade of red as her core began to become slick with moisture. She tried to colse her legs in shock and embarassment but only managed to force him closer to her.
He could barely control himself in such a lustful haze. If she made another noise like she had done he would tear her clothes off and take her, hard and brutal. He heard her breath hitch slightly and returned his focus to her face. Goddess, how was it possible for her to look so...vulnerable, so innocent, and so disirable all at once.
"Get off or...or...or i'll cut your fucking dick off you bastard!"
His jaw dropped and his eyes widened in shock. Had she really just threatened to castrate him? She still had that same fear and vulnerability in her eyes but now her lips were pressed firmly in a thin line and her chin tilted forward slightly in determination. Goddess how he hated that tongue, all arousal forgotten he glared daggers down at her, she merely glared back with fear no longer in her gaze.
So she thinks she can threaten me and get away with it? Unpunished? I'll make her scream and beg me for more when I'm finished with her. I'll humiliate her and she will like it. She will be mine.
"I said get off before I fuck you up!"
"No."
"Fuck you! Get off!"
"I plan on it."
He grabbed a fist full of her flame colored hair and hastily meshed their lips together before she could protest any further. Their teeth rattled and his tongue thrust inside of her mouth, tasting, savoring, claiming. He bit at her tongue until he tasted the metalic taste of her blood fill his mouth. She whimpered in pain and attempted to shove him off but her body quaked violently and her muscles did not respond. Her body couldn't or wouldn't move but only shivered even though she was sweating from such heat. His body was like ice compared to hers but the day had been hot, almost blazing. He grabbed the sides of her face to an almost crushing extent and forced her mouth to open more. He pumped his tongue deeper and harder inside of her tortured mouth. Her blood coated his tongue and ran down her throat. She could hear her brain scream run but couldn't respond. She had never experienced such a feeling. Pain, far worse than breaking every bone in her body or burning in the pits of hell. She would have welcomed either at the moment. Then there was the confusion that swirled in her head, threatening to crush her sanity. Worse than that though was the shameful arousal she felt that she knew she should not have. Yes, he was only twenty, a few years older than her but he was still her mentor, a man that she grew with and saw like a seond brother. She thought for a minute on that. Like a brother? No her real brother was crueler than this she thought.
At least Yushin won't abandon me.
Finaly he broke away from her to breath, she took the chance and began to scream, not the bravest thing she admited to herself but maybe he would stop hurting her or that someone would come to her rescue. Again she thought on this. No one would hear her. He assured that the destination for their training was nothing but completely secluded forest. Her hopes for a savior were completely dashed in an instant.
He growled menacingly at her and gave little to no warning to his next actions. He clamped down on the curve of her neck and tore at the flesh with his teeth. Blood trickled from the wound and she quieted with a shocked gasp, terror and more excrutiating pain ebbing into her body. She stilled, no longer able to move, her own blood from her tongue choking her as it filled her throat and threatened to drown her.
He glared back down at his prey with satisfaction. Beautiful. He thought to himself on how gorgeous she looked with blood covering her. He always enjoyed seeing her bloodied after a quick battle with him. He always found it amazingly erotic and odd to see such a small girl covered in blood and wounds and yet she gave off such a wonderful aura of pride and looked to be a warrior down to the last detail. She breathed hard against his chest and her tiny breast pressed up against his chest, soft femenimity against hard masculinity.
She was barely starting to develop as a woman. Her breast were very small and her hips, wide and curvy. Her thighs were thick with lean muscle and her buttocks was large enough to overflow in his hands. She barely came up to his chest and he was not very tall himself, barely six foot tall infact. He could see the top of her head if he looked down to her. Her skin was a glowing bronze and a beautiful contrast to her large red colored eyes that were surrounded by thick, lush, black lashes. He wished that the color of her eyes would have repulsed him but instead they drew him in like a drug, addicting, hypnotic. Her white frilled dress would look so lovely covered in blood he thought. The dress had small straps that hung off of her shoulders. It was too big for her and yet the hem of the dress reached half way to her knees. He wondered what kind of underwear she had on if she wore any.
His arousal spiked again and he couldn't control his hips as he grinded his throbbing cock against her. She made another one of those delicious moans and he devoured it. This time, more gentely, he licked her lips. He requested entry to her mouth but she refused to comply. She shut her mouth tightly and shook her head in denial. Rejected. Ouch, it was a new feeling to him and he would have to adjust to its biitter sting with her. He looked back at her neck were he thought he gave her a small love bite but saw that it was bleeding as if she had been bitten by a vampire. He could make out the deep imprint of his teeth as small blood droplets squeezed their way from the wound. His heart ached in a way that he could not comprehend but he knew one thing for certain, he was sorry.
He had never felt bad about injurying her before but this he was truly sorry about. She had screamed and it startled him so deeply that he thought a love bite would arouse her. Her silence however was from pain, not the pleasure he intended. He nuzzled the nape of her neck with his lips. He then lightly brushed the wound with his tongue and then sucked on her neck around the area, carefull not to touch the sensitive wound. He felt her throat vibrate slightly as the breathy moan escaped her, her uncertain arousal seemed to saturate the air. He knew that she was a virgin but surely she had touched herself, hadn't she?
Curiosity struck him and he was determined to get his answer. He would have to be so gentle with her, but his body screamed to take her so hard that her screams would fill the air and echo throughout the world.
He licked at her throat again, attempting to make her moan again. When she did he saw his opportunity and plunged his fingers into her mouth. At first she was shocked and attempted to bite them off. He could feel her sharp fangs piercing his skin and then slowly, so slowly she relaxed again. He was hoping that she would suck on his fingers but she did nothing, maybe she did not know how. He slowly pumped them in and out of her mouth, trying his hardest to avoid her sharp teeth. He felt that ever so soft organ that he thought to hate inside of her mouth hesitantly glide across his fingers. He pulled his fingers away from her mouth and severed contact with her instantly. He quickly sat up on his knees and just looked down at her.
She was panting so hard that small breathy moans were caught in her throat and seeped past her lush lips that were slick with saliva. Her eyes still held that same hint of fear but were begining to cloud over in lust. Her face was contorted in confusion and uncertanty. Her cheeks were flushed and sweat trickled down her lithe body. Her nipples reached up, begging to be touched and sampled. His gaze lowered even more, Oh Goddess what an erotic sight indeed. Her legs were spread and her dress had shifted up to her navel, exposing a gorgeous bronzed stomach as well as her entrance that was covered by pearl pink panties, an amazing contrast to her bronzed skin. His cock jumped at what his eyes saw, she was so wet that it was soaking her underwear. Her smell filled his nose, sweet, innocent, jasmin. What would she taste like? His mouth watered at the thought.
"Y-Yushin......I'm..I'm scared."
His focus went instantly back to her face and again that ache throbbed in his chest. Her eyes were moist and her body was trembling. He was terrifying her down to her soul. Did his gaze frighten her so much?
Innocent. Innocent, remember she has never done this before.
"Tohru."
Her name on his lips made her shudder, this time she quaked in pleasure. He rarely dropped formalities, even with her. He typically prefered to call her Tohru-san or Tohru-kun, but he had called her name intimatley. His deep voice was so soothing. He rarely yelled or held any other emotion in his voice or on his face other than amuzement.
His face had soft features, almost feminime. His eyelids were always half-closed over his amazingly bright blue eyes. They were almost luminous and so breath taking that her heart thumped eraticaly at every glipse he gave her. His nose was long and pointed downward slightly, masculine yet beautiful. He had a high cheek bone structure that gave him an almost feline appearance, his chin was slightly pointed but small yet not weak. Soft, pale, pink lips were his best feature. His smile was wide and mischevious as if he was constantly shcemeing a dark plot of seduction. Straw colored wisp covered his head. His hair gave him the complete appearance of a devilish fox. His bangs draped over his eyes and framed his face gracefuly. Yet the ends curled upward, high off of his neck. He was completely, and udderly, beautifuly evil.
She no longer ached in pain but her head was screaming at her to stop before something happened. Then she wondered, what would happen? She had never been kissed like she was earlier. She had never even been kissed on the cheek. Yet he thrust his tongue deep inside of her mouth and made her feel as if she was drowning in waves of heat. With her mind else where she gasped loudly at the sudden hand on her breast, kneading through the fabric of her dress.
Goddess! Feels good but shouldn't. Stop.....no. Don't stop.
She arched her back slightly and leaned into his touch, silently begging for more contact. He easily obliged and tore her dress, ripping the stiff fabric to get access to her breast with out completely stripping her. She never wore a bra, he noticed and was very thankful. The sight that met him suprised him, small pink nipples surounded by bronzed skin. Where else would she be pink?
He squeezed gently at them and rubbed the nipples with his thumb. He caressed her softly as she writhed under his weight. Her eyes were barely opened, she seemed to refuse to close them as if she suspected that he would do something bad to her. How right she would have been. He wanted to do so many naughty things to this little body of hers. Tie her up, gag her and blind fold her. No. He changed his mind on the gag, he wanted to relish in every noise she made. He wanted to spank her with a paddle and wip her when ever she disobeyed. He wanted her to be his forever.
"Ah! Y-you tore my dress! (pant) Y-you asswhole! You're buying me a new on- AH!"
She arched her back to the point of lifting off of the grass, leaning, begging for more of this new sensation. His mouth on her breast, sucking, licking, flicking his tongue over her tiny pink nipples. He broke contact and she was surprised at herself to hear a small groan of dissapointment pass through her mouth. Did she really miss that ...that sensation? He quickly dove to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She instantly dove her hands into his soft straw colored locks and pulled him even closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her hugging her closer to him. Her mind still screamed and she was still shaking with fear. What was wrong with her? She couldn't deny that this felt good but something was just screaming, telling her to run. Why? She enjoyed this now, wanted more. Suddenly her clothes were gone, only her panties remained. His hands travled all over her skin, pressing firmly at the muscles and massaging at the soft curves of her body. His hands glided over her stomach and it fluttered, more warmth pooled between her legs, she could feel it sliding on the outside of her entrance.
A chill was sent down her spine as he pressed his firm bare abs to hers. When did he take off his shirt? She twisted her head to the side, searching for whatever else he may have discarded.
Oh, Goddess! He's naked! Naked! How did I miss him taking off his clothes?
He grabbed the side of her face and pulled her towards him staring deep into her eyes. Fear automaticaly blanketed her expression. Never had she seen such hunger on his face. His lids were heavy over his bright electric blue orbs and his pale lashes fluttered as they cast shadows across his ivory skin. His long downward pointed nose grazed her dainty upturned nose and she stilled, breathed him in, such a musky masculine scent he had. Her nostrils twitched and she enhaled his scent, attempting to name the fragrance.
Is this what all men smell like? Sweaty, but not stinky. Musky, but not repulsive. Blood. He smells of blood.
Just like that her lust haze was gone and fear over shadowed any feelings she had before. She squirmed under his heavy weight. He must have sensed her unease because at that moment he planted a hungry kiss on her. He made her mouth open like he did before by squeezing the sides of her jaw with his hand. That agonizing, crushing pressure returned. His body was slick and slid over hers as he reached down with his other hand and glided it along her body. He thrust his tongue deeper inside of her mouth, licked her lips and savored her slightly spicy taste. She still would not return his passion in the kiss. She just stilled her body as if it paralyzed her. His hand went lower until he reached his goal, her panties. She insinctively spread her legs, but as his hand rested atop her covered entrance she roughly grasped his shoulders.
"No." She shook her head slightly as her eyes pleaded with him, fear the only emotion that he could see.
"It's okay. This won't hurt. I'll lick it first if you're scared. would you like that?"
She only stared, a haze of lust, want and need covered her face. Her grasp loosened and he knew what her silent answer was but he wanted to hear it. Proof that he owns her.
"Would you like that?" He repeated.
This time he brushed his lips against hers and leaned on his side so that he had better access to her body. Still not responding he rubbed her with his hand. Her eyes closed tightly and her head fell back slightly as a breathy maon passed her lips.
"Would you like that?" Again, more huskily than before.
"Ah! Yes! Again!"
"Whats's the magic word?"
Her eyes moistened with tears but she did not allow herself to cry. She made a frustrated growl in her throat. Her body trembled and then she made a shakey sigh before she looked back at him, pure lust, and want was what shone in her eyes.
"Please Yushin......touch me more."
"Where?"
She moved her hand and placed it over her moistened entrance and rubbed it slightly. She panted heavily as she looked at him preparing her answer.
"Here. Please touch me right here. Lick me here."
Just like that he lost control. He pulled her panties off in one quick motion but was none too gentle. She was hairless and soaked as he had imagined. The outside of her lips were swollen and pink and glistened with her arousal. He pressed his fingers up to the lips and began to rub them gentley. He was rewarded with a suprised moan of extacy. Slowly, so very gently, he began to slid a single finger inside of her. She was so warm and wet, blazing warmth, he thought to himself as he slid in even deeper. She moaned loudly, her tight unused muscles clenching at his finger. He thrusted his finger as far as he could and heard a sharp scream. Too fast, he thought.
Too rough, must be gentle. Innocent. Virgin. Mine.
His prior question creeped back into his head and he thought it to be perfect timing to ask. He slowly began to pump his finger inside of her, her moans growing more desperate and loud with each new sensation.
"Tohru?"
"AH! AH! Wh-what?"
Was that frustration he heard?
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes! AH!"
"Is this the first time you've ever been touched?"
"....ah. Yes."
"Have you ever touched yourself in this naughty place?"
He suddenly thrust slightly harder. Yet she stayed silent and only glared at him through dewy eyes.
"Answer me Tohru."
Even though it practicaly killed him to do so, he completely stopped and withdrew his hand from her. She groaned again in frustration, this time however ,she threw her fist on the grass and then onto her forhead in embarassment.
"Tohr-"
"NO!"
"No what?"
"No. I have never....touched myself.. in...that naughty place."
She was his slave, to do as he pleased he thought. He purred deep in his throat. He gave absolutely no warning for her, it simply happened and she was no longer Tohru the child with an attitude. She was now Tohru the woman who would live to hate.