Lord and Master Chronicles.Chap 1 (Lemon fanfic-Rated NC-17)
Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2004 12:31 pm
Lord and Master Chronicles
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: I do not not own Gundam Wing nor the characters in this story. They belong to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, Bandai and whatever other affiliated company that might own a portion of the rights.
WARNING: This story contains explict sex. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN EIGHTEEN OR SOFT OF HEART. Thank You
Salacious Ardor
A strangled cry echoed in the darkened room of a cabin.
A man hovered next the bed where a woman lay upon it, her naked body withering on the satin sheets. The dark-brown haired man stared on with an impassive expression yet his body, equally void of even a stich of clothing, could not hide the effect the sight of the woman, along with her pleading cries, had on him. The woman had been a gift to him. The select few close friends he could claim to have had banded together for the sole purpose of alleviating the somber, jaded facade he'd so long held. Amused, he'd accepted, believing the woman would prove to be fleeting distraction. She had been recited the same rules that many women before her had recieved. He was the lord and master. Her needs were second to his. Most others merely laughed at the decree or were so intimidated by it they fled. But not this one. This fair-haired fallen angel had nodded with sobreity that disconcerted even himself and promised to obey his wishes.
The stimulant he had applied to her body had diminished her to this agonizingly aroused state. Her body was sleek from perspiration, her breath laboring. From his vantage point, he could see drenched lips of her labia, begging to be touched, begging to be filled, to be fucked. She had waited nearly half an hour for a climax; it was a test that few of his mistresses passed. Heero almost had a mind to end her torture before he noticed the direction her hands had taken. His own hands lashed out with mind-numbing speed and captured her wrists before they could reach their destination.
"No, Relena," he reprimanded softly. "Only I can give you release. Do you understand?"
"My lord." A distressed moan.
He let go of one hand and gripped her chin to level her burning gaze with his own. "Answer me."
She nodded. "Yes," she panted, then added at his pointed frown, "Master."
Heero nodded slightly and relinquished her other hand. His gaze devoured her body once more and desire punched him squarely in the stomach. He could imagine how tight she was, how easily he could sink himself seep within her. She could probably take all of him. . . Cursing mentally, he harshly leashed his passion with restraint. "Should I let you come?" he taunted, his hands a whisper over her stiff nipples.
Before she could respond, he was moving down, parting her legs with practiced expertise and sucking at her clit. Unable to resist the flood of pleasure, she arched back and moaned. His tongue moved hotly over nub, retreating and thrusting in an imitation of fucking. Her head began to thrash with the mounting blissful sensation. She buried her hands in his thick hair and pressed his head to where she wanted him the most. He pulled away and watched her.
She whimpered an unfulfilled protest. He dodged her attempts at bringing him back. He held her wrists once again when she attempted to finish the job he'd started. He pressed a soft, open-mouth kiss to her mound. "Naughty servant. Do you dare to disobey my command?" Was she puposely testing his resolve? he wondered. Lifting her arms over her head, wrists bound together by the steel of one of his hands, he bent to tease her wet, eager entrance with his tongue. "You are so wet. So wet and ready for me. Lie still," he ordered in a velet tone. He slid a finger inside of her.
"Please." Her eyes were unseeing, blind with lust.
The faint curve of his lips exuded sadistic intent. "Please what? Ask me to fuck you. Beg your master to fuck you." When she remained silent, he said, "No, then? You've had enough?" He slowly pulled his finger out.
"Don't," she pleaded in a breathy tone, arching her hips in search of release. "Please. Fuck me."
Upon hearing the desired words, Heero settled himself between her legs and thrust deep to the hilt in one swift motion, barely fighting back a groan of satisfication. He held her there like that, impaled, his ears drinking in the sounds of her sighs at having him inside her. Her feminine muscles clenched around his member in an insistent invitation to orgasm, threatening to destroy his tenacious control. His fierce grip on her hips discouraged her needy hip thrusts and had her face tight with frustration.
"Enough games." There was an imploring plea in her voice.
A flash of silver streaked through the depths of his eyes. "You forget your place." He withdrew a fraction and heaved back in, exacting a small scream from Relena. "I give you climax when I feel like it," he said, repeating the movement, " and you return the favor by being my submissive slave and keeping your cunt ready for me." He bent to take a rosy nipple into his mouth. "Understood?"
She nodded quickly.
"Good." He lifted one of her legs and placed the foot on one of his shoulders. He pulled out of her sheath and plunged back in, setting up a fast, furious pace. Relena whimpered, overcome with pleasure, reveling in his powerful pounding. She found her much delayed release with a cry of satisfaction when he brushed his thumb over the wet curls of her mons and delved to stroked her clitoris.
He wanted to continue fucking her. He wanted to have the delicious sensation he felt while he was inside her to go on. His body, however, yearned for release. He gave into the irresistible pull of her orgasming cunt and came in harsh, earth-shaking spasms.
Lowering himself onto her lightly, wary how delicate she was, he brushed gossamer kisses upon her breasts, her neck, then finally her mouth. "Witch," he whispered against her lips, the word coming out with gruff affection. No woman had broken his control before by simply playing the submissive wanton. The woman had to be a witch. "Where did my impertinent friends find you?"
"An auction, my lord," came the soft answer.
Heero pulled away slightly. He'd thought her asleep. "In a whorehouse?"
"No," she said, the lustrious blond curls of her hair fluttered against his chest as she shook her head. "My distant cousin had to auction my family's belonging's after my parents died. He put me up for auction. . .as well." Her words were becoming languid, probably from exhaustion.
"You're cousin sold you off?" Humanity unrelentingly continued to dismay him in new, twisted ways.
"Yes, my lord. He is a busy man. He. . ." her words paused as a yawn overtook her, "he didn't have time to search for a protector to look after me."
He laid there, gazing at her face as she drifted off to sleep. He silently marveled at her. Her words held no bitterness, no animosity, no anger. Just acceptance. What strength this woman possessed.
Watching her sleep, he made the decision to keep her.
AN: So, was it good for you? *laughs* I'd appreciate replies, but I currently don't have easy access to an internet-connected computer, so forgive me if I am not able to reply promptly to the comments.
:-?
teardropdangel
Disclaimer: I do not not own Gundam Wing nor the characters in this story. They belong to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, Bandai and whatever other affiliated company that might own a portion of the rights.
WARNING: This story contains explict sex. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN EIGHTEEN OR SOFT OF HEART. Thank You
Salacious Ardor
A strangled cry echoed in the darkened room of a cabin.
A man hovered next the bed where a woman lay upon it, her naked body withering on the satin sheets. The dark-brown haired man stared on with an impassive expression yet his body, equally void of even a stich of clothing, could not hide the effect the sight of the woman, along with her pleading cries, had on him. The woman had been a gift to him. The select few close friends he could claim to have had banded together for the sole purpose of alleviating the somber, jaded facade he'd so long held. Amused, he'd accepted, believing the woman would prove to be fleeting distraction. She had been recited the same rules that many women before her had recieved. He was the lord and master. Her needs were second to his. Most others merely laughed at the decree or were so intimidated by it they fled. But not this one. This fair-haired fallen angel had nodded with sobreity that disconcerted even himself and promised to obey his wishes.
The stimulant he had applied to her body had diminished her to this agonizingly aroused state. Her body was sleek from perspiration, her breath laboring. From his vantage point, he could see drenched lips of her labia, begging to be touched, begging to be filled, to be fucked. She had waited nearly half an hour for a climax; it was a test that few of his mistresses passed. Heero almost had a mind to end her torture before he noticed the direction her hands had taken. His own hands lashed out with mind-numbing speed and captured her wrists before they could reach their destination.
"No, Relena," he reprimanded softly. "Only I can give you release. Do you understand?"
"My lord." A distressed moan.
He let go of one hand and gripped her chin to level her burning gaze with his own. "Answer me."
She nodded. "Yes," she panted, then added at his pointed frown, "Master."
Heero nodded slightly and relinquished her other hand. His gaze devoured her body once more and desire punched him squarely in the stomach. He could imagine how tight she was, how easily he could sink himself seep within her. She could probably take all of him. . . Cursing mentally, he harshly leashed his passion with restraint. "Should I let you come?" he taunted, his hands a whisper over her stiff nipples.
Before she could respond, he was moving down, parting her legs with practiced expertise and sucking at her clit. Unable to resist the flood of pleasure, she arched back and moaned. His tongue moved hotly over nub, retreating and thrusting in an imitation of fucking. Her head began to thrash with the mounting blissful sensation. She buried her hands in his thick hair and pressed his head to where she wanted him the most. He pulled away and watched her.
She whimpered an unfulfilled protest. He dodged her attempts at bringing him back. He held her wrists once again when she attempted to finish the job he'd started. He pressed a soft, open-mouth kiss to her mound. "Naughty servant. Do you dare to disobey my command?" Was she puposely testing his resolve? he wondered. Lifting her arms over her head, wrists bound together by the steel of one of his hands, he bent to tease her wet, eager entrance with his tongue. "You are so wet. So wet and ready for me. Lie still," he ordered in a velet tone. He slid a finger inside of her.
"Please." Her eyes were unseeing, blind with lust.
The faint curve of his lips exuded sadistic intent. "Please what? Ask me to fuck you. Beg your master to fuck you." When she remained silent, he said, "No, then? You've had enough?" He slowly pulled his finger out.
"Don't," she pleaded in a breathy tone, arching her hips in search of release. "Please. Fuck me."
Upon hearing the desired words, Heero settled himself between her legs and thrust deep to the hilt in one swift motion, barely fighting back a groan of satisfication. He held her there like that, impaled, his ears drinking in the sounds of her sighs at having him inside her. Her feminine muscles clenched around his member in an insistent invitation to orgasm, threatening to destroy his tenacious control. His fierce grip on her hips discouraged her needy hip thrusts and had her face tight with frustration.
"Enough games." There was an imploring plea in her voice.
A flash of silver streaked through the depths of his eyes. "You forget your place." He withdrew a fraction and heaved back in, exacting a small scream from Relena. "I give you climax when I feel like it," he said, repeating the movement, " and you return the favor by being my submissive slave and keeping your cunt ready for me." He bent to take a rosy nipple into his mouth. "Understood?"
She nodded quickly.
"Good." He lifted one of her legs and placed the foot on one of his shoulders. He pulled out of her sheath and plunged back in, setting up a fast, furious pace. Relena whimpered, overcome with pleasure, reveling in his powerful pounding. She found her much delayed release with a cry of satisfaction when he brushed his thumb over the wet curls of her mons and delved to stroked her clitoris.
He wanted to continue fucking her. He wanted to have the delicious sensation he felt while he was inside her to go on. His body, however, yearned for release. He gave into the irresistible pull of her orgasming cunt and came in harsh, earth-shaking spasms.
Lowering himself onto her lightly, wary how delicate she was, he brushed gossamer kisses upon her breasts, her neck, then finally her mouth. "Witch," he whispered against her lips, the word coming out with gruff affection. No woman had broken his control before by simply playing the submissive wanton. The woman had to be a witch. "Where did my impertinent friends find you?"
"An auction, my lord," came the soft answer.
Heero pulled away slightly. He'd thought her asleep. "In a whorehouse?"
"No," she said, the lustrious blond curls of her hair fluttered against his chest as she shook her head. "My distant cousin had to auction my family's belonging's after my parents died. He put me up for auction. . .as well." Her words were becoming languid, probably from exhaustion.
"You're cousin sold you off?" Humanity unrelentingly continued to dismay him in new, twisted ways.
"Yes, my lord. He is a busy man. He. . ." her words paused as a yawn overtook her, "he didn't have time to search for a protector to look after me."
He laid there, gazing at her face as she drifted off to sleep. He silently marveled at her. Her words held no bitterness, no animosity, no anger. Just acceptance. What strength this woman possessed.
Watching her sleep, he made the decision to keep her.
AN: So, was it good for you? *laughs* I'd appreciate replies, but I currently don't have easy access to an internet-connected computer, so forgive me if I am not able to reply promptly to the comments.
:-?
