Warning: LEMON! NC-17. I?m not kidding! This is a DARK A.U. HETEROSEXUAL LEMON set in a CHURCH. That?s right. A CHURCH. So if such things offend you, DON?T READ THE FIC. For the Church of Lemons challenge.
The second part! Thank you so much for your reviews! Sorry I was late. As usual, work left me too tired to think horny thoughts?uhm. Nevermind.
Author?s notes: Please don?t kill me. And please note that this is a work of fiction. I?m not promoting black magic, witchcraft, premarital sex or anti-church stuff. This does not reflect any of my religious beliefs. Flames will burn in hell.
Pairings: Heero x Relena. Mostly Relena POV.
For Adaon. Ha. I told you I was doing research.
And for Morrighan, because she rocks. The First Night of Summer, part 2
?Very well, I?ll take up your proposition, but before that, I require a taste.?
?A taste? A taste of what??
?I require a taste,? the daemon said slowly, eyes never leaving her, ?of you.?
?A taste of?me?? Relena said slowly, her eyes going to the lock of her hair that the daemon held in his fingers. ?You wish to taste me??
?Are you a parrot, to repeat my words so often?? Her hair slipped though his fingers as he let go of it, the golden threads sliding silkily against the dark skin.
?I am no parrot,? Relena snapped back. She jerked her hair out of his reach. ?You want a taste of me, I know that, but what of me do you wish to taste? My blood? My??
?I wish to fuck you.? The casual, almost toneless way he spoke of it took Relena?s breath away. ?I believe that is your human word for it.?
Her stomach twisted at his words. Summoning daemons was another thing, but coupling with them?
?Why do you hesitate?? He took another step closer, so close she could feel the heat of his body, so warm in this cold church, but Relena did not move away. ?You humans would fuck anything, I?ve seen it. Man or woman, child or adult, dead or alive, human or animal, why not a daemon? And it is not as if you are still a virgin.? He reached out to grab her arm, but she slapped it away.
?Don?t presume to touch me.? She drew her cloak closer around her, as if it could offer protection against the daemon should he decide to take her by force. ?I see no need for you to taste me. My soul is enough payment for your service.?
?I do not wish to be the one who bought the pig in the bag without looking inside. Did you think I would agree so easily, without demanding anything in return?? He reached out for her again, and this time he anticipated the slap, and he grabbed her wrist, and twisted.
Relena cried out in pain and struggled in his grasp, her legs and free arm lashing out, but she could not get free, and in her struggles, her cloak slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
It was no use. In a blink of an eye, she was imprisoned in his arms, her back pressed against his chest. Her heart froze when she felt his arousal, hard against the cleft of her buttocks. With renewed vigor, she continued squirming and kicking. ?Let go!?
?Why do you think the ritual required all those who performed it to be naked?? he breathed in her ear. ?This is the first price you must pay.? Then he released her, so abruptly Relena stumbled. She grabbed the edge of the altar to keep herself from falling to the floor. Trembling, she braced her back against the altar and looked at him, standing just a few feet away, his body no longer shielded by the shadows. In the candles? glow, he was bronze and gold, looking truly like the fallen angel he was.
?If you are not willing to pay the first price, then there is no reason for to discuss further.? He gestured, and all the candles? flames died, leaving them in darkness again, save from the shafts of moonlight from the windows.
?NO!? Relena cried out. She took a deep breath, her hands clenching into tight fists. ?You may have your taste. I will pay the first price,? she spat out, glaring at the daemon. ?Just have me and be done with it.?
The expression on the daemon?s face didn?t change, but Relena could see triumph in his eyes. With another sweep of his arm, the candles came back to life, brighter this time. Relena flickered a quick glance at the windows, and wondered if anyone would notice that the church was ablaze with light when it was supposed to be empty.
?No one will interrupt us, have no fear. I?ve made sure of that.? Relena jumped as the daemon?s arm slipped around her waist, her hands instinctively grabbing his arm to push him away. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment Relena thought he would hurt her, but he just tightened his grip, then tossed her onto the altar. She landed on her buttocks, legs askew. ?Let us begin.?
?Not here!? Relena blurted out. The altar was as large as the dinner table in Relena?s house, and was made out of fine veined marble, clothed in a fine silk sheet, big and strong enough to accommodate both of them. She was being a hypocrite, she knew. She had earlier desecrated the church when she summoned the demon, and yet?
?Yes, here.? In a heartbeat, he was in the altar with her, looming before her. ?Or do you fear His wrath?? He glanced at the statue of the crucified Christ high above them. ?Do you think He?ll strike you dead for your sins??
Her eyes narrowed. ?No.? He didn?t do anything before, why should this be any different?
?Do you hate Him?? His gaze shifted to her, and suddenly his hands were on her legs, parting them as he moved between them. She tried to jerk her legs close, but his grip was too firm, too strong. Once he?d secured his position, his hands slowly slid down her inner thighs, fingertips brushing against the soft flesh, sending a strange thrill through her body. She shivered. It is the cold, nothing more.
As if he?d read her mind, he asked, ?Are you cold?? His fingers continued to stroke her thighs, ghosting every now and then near the heat of her. ?You feel like ice. Do you wish me to warm you?? He leaned forward, cupped a breast in one hand, and engulfed a nipple with his mouth.
Relena gasped. His mouth was so warm, her body so cold. She pulled back, wanting to get away, but he only followed her movement. He continued to suckle her breast, tongue flicking at the nipple now and then. When he lifted his mouth and transferred it on the other breast, the first nipple was taut and wet, Relena flushed and trembling.
His free hand slowly kneaded her thighs, and then moved higher, brushing against her sex. Relena tried to twist away, her hands grasping the daemon?s wrist to shove his hand away, but he easily took them both with his other hand and held them over her head.
His fingers parted the folds, probing, seeking, until they brushed against a nub that sent a sharp jolt through Relena, making her cry out. His fingers rubbed against it harder. Relena?s body twisted towards his touch. It felt strange. It felt good. How could it feel so good?
Then the daemon lowered his heads between her thighs, and took his first taste of her.
Relena couldn?t summon words to describe what she felt then; she could not think, only feel and act. He licked her folds and suckled the now-swollen nub, his tongue slipping into her every now and then. She cried out, her body contorting into all sorts of positions. She wanted to hold on to something, anything, but the daemon still held her hands.
Then he abruptly lifted his head, and let go of her hands. ?On your knees,? he whispered in her ear as he shifted her to her hands and knees. She opened her mouth to protest, but her words turned to a gasp as he plunged one finger into her, moving it in and out while his mouth suckled and licked her sex.
I want this. Her fingers curled into tight fists as the daemon added another finger into her. God. She pushed her hips back and forth, matching the movement of the fingers, biting back her lip to hold back her moans. Oh, God. I am enjoying this. She pressed one cheek against the silken cloth, and closed her eyes, paying no mind to the hot tears sliding down her other cheek.
Then, suddenly, the fingers and his mouth were gone, leaving her feeling strangely empty. Relena felt hands grasp her waist, then froze when she felt the blunt head of his sex brush against her own, and before she could do anything, say anything, he entered her in a single, swift thrust, her wetness making his passage easier.
She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came, save for a choked gasp. It hurts. Her hands grabbed the sheets in fistfuls, and she could feel something wet and warm slide down her legs, as warm as the tears in her eyes.
He was still for while, as if waiting for something. She tightened her grasp on the sheet to keep herself from collapsing, but then the daemon pried her fingers open and slid his own fingers between them. Then he began to move, slow, shallow thrusts at first, then faster and deeper, taking her breath away with the pain it caused her. Relena had no choice but grip his hands as she braced herself from him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh muffling her quiet sobs.
Relena endured him for what seemed like an eternity, wishing that it would soon be over. When the daemon slipped out of her, she thought he was done with her.
Then he changed their position, turning her over so she was flat on her back on the altar, her legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Her eyes widened when she saw him staring at her, a feral look in his eyes, then she closed them as she bucked at the sudden touch of his fingers against the core of her, rubbing the wet, swollen nub as he sheathed himself into her again, drawing a sharp hiss from her that turned into a whimper as the fingers moved in synch with his thrusts.
I can?t breathe. Hot. It?s so hot. A sweet, sharp ache seemed to build within her, so different from the pain she?d felt before. She began to move with him, matching his rhythm. She could hear herself panting, the sound of her moans and whimpers so alien to her own ears, like the spell she had cast to summon the daemon. The daemon himself made little sound, deep groans and growls in that sinful voice of his. Is he taking pleasure in this at all? The air around them smelled of their sweat and arousal, of musk and lilacs and blood, overpowering even the scent of the burning candles.
A hand grabbed her chin and turned it so hard that she was forced to open her eyes. She found herself staring at the demon?s eyes, blue fires in the darkness. The flames of the inferno. ?Look at me,? he commanded. And she obeyed.
Her pleasure came, sudden as a storm. She screamed as waves and waves of pleasure hit her again and again, drowning her. Her body tightened, and then arched up at each rippling orgasm. Her fingers dug into the stained altar cloth, gripping it in fistfuls as she writhed desperately, almost tearing the sheet, her legs clutching the daemon?s waist tightly, unconsciously drawing him closer to her.
She gasped for air, and closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. The past and the future slipped from her mind and all that was left was the present, the delicious pain and pleasure of the daemon claiming her with each sweet thrust, fucking her harder and harder against the altar, taking her higher and higher and higher?oh God?and she felt him shudder against her, his hot issue filling her as her world went white.
Le petite mort. They called this the little death, she thought hazily, gasping for breath as she felt like she was slowly falling, falling, and falling. If this is what dying feels like, then death is truly a glorious thing.
?Vos es mei,? she heard him whisper hoarsely against her ear before he fell beside her, apparently exhausted. She could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps, almost matching the rhythm of her own.
They lay still for few moments, with their breaths the only sound they could hear. Then Relena sat up, looked around and asked, ?What happened to the candles?? She didn?t notice them go out earlier.
No reply came from the darkness. The moon was hiding in the clouds, so Relena could not see anything at all, but she felt the daemon make a brief gesture. The candles immediately appeared, and once again there was light in the room.
The daemon still lay on the altar, but his eyes were alert. ?I have paid the first price,? Relena said in a quiet voice. ?Have I been satisfactory??
?You have.? He sat up slowly, like the panther in the zoo uncurling from his nap, sated and eager at the same time. ?It has been so long since I?ve tasted a human.? His fingertip brushed against a nipple, and then began to trace little circles around her areola. His other hand drifted down to the heat of her, still wet from their previous coupling, and plunged two fingers in, like he did before, moving them in and out, in and out. ?As part of our agreement, I wish to be given the right to taste you as often as I want.? After she shuddered under his ministrations, he slipped his fingers out of her, wet and dripping, and carefully licked them one by one. ?Do you accept my terms??
He wishes me to be his whore, Relena realized, biting her lip as she forced coherent thoughts through her clouded mind. Not only does he intend to have my soul, he also wants my body. Did it truly matter if she chose to be his whore or not? She was damned. Sin is sin, no matter how little or monstrous, the punishment is the same, and it is death, damnation, and hell.
Relena met the daemon?s gaze. He does have beautiful eyes. How could a creature as evil as him have eyes like that? Ah, but weren?t they all angels, once? ?I will accept if you accept mine. You have not agreed to mine own proposal yet. Do not think I have forgotten that. And as you have seen fit to add other?services, I will add one of my own as well. Not only will you be my avenger, you will also be my protector. You will see to it that no harm befalls on me, that I will not die before I have my vengeance.?
His expression did not change. ?Tenacious and clever. You are interesting. Very well. I accept your terms.?
Relena tried not to show how startled she was he?d accepted so quickly. ?Then I accept yours. My soul and my body for vengeance and your protection,? she said, a little proud her voice did not waver at all.
?Then the pact is sealed.? He didn?t smile, but Relena could see a hint of dark amusement in his eyes. ?I shall be your dark knight, your sworn shield and sword, your avenger, your hero.? He said the word again, this time stretching the ?e?. ?Heero. Perhaps you should call me that, it sounds?appropriate. Heero.?
Relena stared at him, too tired and sated to raise objections. She had what she wanted. That was enough for today. ?Heero,? she managed to whisper. Before she could say another word, a wave of dizziness overcame her, blurring her vision, and half a heartbeat later, darkness claimed her for its own.
The End??
Author?s note: *runs from readers*
Readers: Where do you think you?re going! Come back here and continue thiiiiiis!
Relena: If you?re thinking, ?wtf, Relena would never seek revenge?, but she did, once. The reason why I love Relena so much is that she?s a dynamic character, and evolves throughout the GW series, from spoiled rich girl to world peace leader. I love to explore the Relena before the pacifist and the politician, it?s so much fun. XD
Heero: I know. It?s so corny, how he got his ?name?. *hangs head in shame* HJe's such a horny piece of work here. *laugh*
Vos es mei: It?s a Latin phase I got from a random translation of an English phrase, so excuse me if I didn?t get it right. If there are any Latin experts here, PM me, please, I desperately need help. As to what it means, I?m sure you can tell. (I assure you, though, that it doesn?t mean, ?You?re a good lay.?) I wanted him to speak Aramaic, but that would be beyond my skills.
The lemon: Was it good? Did it sound like some trashy soft-core porn? Do tell. This is absolutely the most debauched lemon I?ve written. Yes, this is a poor excuse for a smut fest, isn?t it? I kept saying, ?damn, damn, damn, shit, I can?t be writing this? over and over again as I typed this on the computer.
There was something ?off? in that lemon scene. *winks* Guess what it was.
No, it wasn?t the positions. ?Now I know why I?m the VP of the Hentai Club?
Thanks for reading. Now go to confession and cleanse your souls.
See ya in D?j? vu.
you have corrupted me...
