Notes and Disclaimers: The following is an original work by me, freely using the creative genius of Tachiwaka Megumi, to whom I am indebted. The characters of Saint Tail, Asuka Jr., et al are owned by Kodansha and TMS.
This story is WAY hentai! If you do not know what that mean, you should not be reading this story. If you are under the legal age in your state, county or town, you should not be reading this story. If you are doing it just to complain later, you should not be reading this story! DO NOT say I didn't warn you!
The other thing you need to know about this story is, it is unlike anything else that I've written. Please don't think that I didn't have it proofed, I did, and it's exactly as I want it. Yes, even with all the missing commas. If you find it hard/uncomfortable to read just remember that 99% of fan fic writers do it for one audience, themselves. I really love this piece, for all its oddities, and I hope you do too.
May we all find a love like Asuka Jr. and Meimi!
Thief in the Night
The room had been dark for almost two hours. She thought: Surely this was enough time for Asuka Jr. to be sound asleep.
Saint Tail liquidly flowed off the branch and alighted silently, one foot, pat, second foot, nothing, on the windowsill. Listen… nothing. Stillness.
It took a little work to get the window open, not breathing but as Seira had predicted, the alarm was off line. Slip back latch, click. Opening the window no more than was necessary, she poured herself, silent liquid cascade, into the room and swiftly darted against the wall, listening.
Silence met her ears. Pounding heart beat
Slowly letting out the breath she had been holding, the small thief shifted into a more comfortable position and prepared herself to wait some more. Seira had insisted that Asuka Jr. had the pin and that he was hiding it under his pillow. If Saint Tail managed to get away with this one, she imaged it would be her greatest success.
Across the room from her, the dark form of the bed, and its occupant softly wrapped in Morpheus, could just be made out. Silent, immobile, unaware, innocent. Over the course of the next hour, he appeared to move not at all. Saint Tail finally decided it was time and smoothly rose to her feet. Pins, needles, renewed blood flow.
Stepping softly, cat paw fog-like, the silhouetted form of Saint Tail flashed on the moonlit curtains. Her hand was poised, stretching out toward the head on the pillow…
An arm suddenly reached, wrapped around her waist and a hand clamped over her mouth. Soft, smooth, yielding. Squealing in surprise, Saint Tail twisted to face her opponent, and found herself looking up at Asuka Jr.! Looming over her, staring down darkly. !
Thrashing wildly, she fought to break free. He responded by tightening his grip, pulling her closer and squeezing, crushing, harder. Can’t breath
"My father isn't home," he hissed harshly velvet in her ear. "You can scream all you want, but I'm not letting you go. (Tonight I will win!) I’ve got you now and you’re under arrest. You're under arrest, do you understand?" (You belong to ME!)
Saint Tail redoubled her efforts, No! Never! twisting as hard as she could, but no matter which way she turned, he managed to keep his vice-like hold on her. Her frenzied fighting was getting her nowhere. Stamping her foot in frustration, she shook her head free and brought her mouth down on his arm, biting hard.
Asuka Jr. howled more in rage than pain. Leaning back, he lifted the small, feather light, thief off her feet and threw her, screaming, onto the bed. She landed amid the blankets he had piled up in his attempt to fool her in to thinking he was asleep. In the next instant, he was on her, on top of her, once again overpowering her.
"What is your problem?" he demanded in anger, clamping his hands around her tiny wrists. "You've been caught, so give it up!" You belong to ME!
Again she animal growled in fury, struggling to get her wrists free. He held her in a steel, body hot, grip. Had he always been this strong? This large? Never before.
Changing tactics, Saint Tail strove to rise, throwing her full meager weight forward against him. Her back arched, straining. Wrists burning. Dragging forward, fruitlessly. Asuka Jr. finally managed to pull her arms wide and pin them to the bed, magical butterfly, with his weight. He yelled into the fight tempest for her to stop, before either of them got hurt, (You belong to ME!) just as she rose up, snarling, and tried to bite him again. Asuka Jr. turned his head at the last second, avoiding? and Saint Tail closed her mouth on his throat.
Sucking in breath! The sensation that raced through his body was instant, white hot, electric shocking…passion. Cutting off air, blinding. Hot. With an unsuppressable groan of pleasure, the young man fell forward, pushing Saint Tail back onto the bed. Panting; drawing in perfumed air from her burning body.
Surprised by this turn of events, Saint Tail lay motionless and staring for a long moment. His panting, his weight, pressing against her, hard against her...so real. When had the room become so hot? Her mind raced, trying to grasp what had just happened. What had happened? Had she imagined it? Was she dreaming? Was a dream coming true? Hesitantly she stretched up, closer to the fierier skin and gently pressed her teeth to his throat, her throat, her property. The reaction was the same. He moaned eloquently, full of lust, full of desire and then lay still, softly panting. His chest heaving against hers. Her chest, her property. Gasping, labored breathing, fighting for air.
For a second she cast her glance inward, puzzled? and found she was panting just as hard as Asuka Jr. Closing her eyes, Saint Tail tried to focus, but the flaming reactions of her body were threatening to consume her. Burn her to ash, burn him, too. The weight of his body as he lay on top of her, pressed on top of her, the warm scent and intoxicating taste of his skin, her skin…
Saint Tail decided it was far more interesting to lavish her attention on Asuka Jr. than to wonder where the missing pin was. To see what reactions were possible, for them both. With this resolve, she leaned forward, straining heavenward and placed her tongue against his neck, silky warm unguarded. Blindly, she began to lick his skin, her skin! Delicious, hot satin fragrant, hers. The tip of her tongue a moist warm finger on his pounding seething pulse.
The relentless shivers that raced through his body made his head swim, eyes cross, blinding, sightless. Asuka Jr. couldn't withhold the cry of surprise desire passion longing lust that escaped him. Yes! I belong to you! The feelings he was experiencing were coming close to overwhelming drowning him. He bent over her, drawing nearer her hot flesh, HIS flesh, and lowered his lips onto her/his smoothly polished shoulder. A soft sigh, laden with longing, dripping with desire, escaped her lips as he placed several million kisses on her burning exposed flesh, barely contained furnace. Wrapped in her scent, her heat, he slowly relaxed his grip on her wrists and drew his arms around the petite thief lover soul angle, encircling her, caging her, owing, possessing, dominating…dominated. She lay prone under him on his bed, his bed. His bed would never be the same. His life would never be the same. The softly padded pillow of his desire was sharing his bed, willingly, silent expectant. He supported himself over her. Looking down. Circling, watching for a chance, poised.
For a fleeting second Saint Tail thought to escape fly free but then he pounced, driving toward her once again. But gently, so gently questing lips encountered the base of her neck. She had bit him just there, a bite meant to tear away his soul. A direct hit. Breathlessly she waited, longing for him to show her the pleasure that had so arrested his cause. Awaiting the bliss that had changed her life, awakened her life, had been born to.
"Asuka Jr.," she whispered, purred panting deep in her throat. Please! It was a barely hidden plea for his attention. Please! I belong to you!
Finally he reached her throat and moving suddenly viciously attacked her.
The feeling was exquisite.
Blinded by the explosion of white that echoed his attack, Saint Tail cried out with pleasure. Gasping, sucking in the hot air that moved between them. Heat charged air, searing her lungs, burning away fear reason pride. Asuka Jr. pressed teeth against her, cutting off air for a second, then two, three, then backing away, then attacking again. Lips tongue teeth lips cutting off air, gasping, panting. Again, breathe, again… gasping, can’t pant, breath. More! More! I belong to you! The small thief writhed under him as he alternately bathed her skin with his sweltering tongue and chewed on her cool silken exposed throat. The point of contact between them was burning under his touch then cool the second he moved on.
She seemed to be drawing out of him an aching hunger craving that he hadn't known, but had guessed at, was there. The desire need to possess her, absolutely unconditionally, completely utterly alone, superceded all thought. He swept his arms under her shoulders, catching her up, longing to draw her closer, nearer, to meld join with her. You belong to ME! Saint Tail did all she could to help him, her own arms enclosing enfolding him, her hands winding into his hair, raking his scalp, pulling him down.
"Am I dreaming?" he whispered, pausing to catch his breath, forcing his voice to work on something more tactile than moans.
"If you are, I am too," she replied, her voice a mere sigh, the softest ghost of sound.
"I don't know what to do," he went on as he rubbed his cheek against hers, smoothing the polish of her, feeling for the first time the satin gloss of a lover. He kissed licked panted chewed..."I mean... should I stop?"
Saint Tail ran her lips along his jaw, trailing moisture and breathing out longing, then, only to gasp, as he returned his lips teeth tongue to her ear. His warm breath on her skin sent a shiver rippling through her body. "If you do..." she breathed as her head fell back, offering exposing taunting, "I'll never forgive you." I belong to you! I’m yours. Reason lost, muscles weak; fight, flight…gone.
Asuka Jr. smiled against her neck, Yes, you belong to me, before applying his teeth to her ear lobe. His plan, his reward, was a gasp of surprised pleasure that delicately cut through him like a knife. The loss of fluid, the draining of blood came in the next second, only to be stopped as her ruby lips were drawn to his ear. Grazing with fire.
He drew away from her then, seeking her eyes in the dark of the room. Searching for permission for the unthinkable, only caring for his own sake. For a long moment he stared down at her before he slowly, deliberately, lowered his lips onto hers.
At first they both stared at each other in wonder. Asuka Jr. was sure there was nothing, ever, as soft as her lips on the earth, on his lips. He was loath to be separated from them, even for a second, but the longer he lingered, the stronger the need to devour consume, own her was. Feathery elusive touches gave way to more urgent pressured pleasures. Asuka Jr. quickly learned he could elicit a soul wounding moan from his lover when he drew his tongue over her pearl smooth lips. Saint Tail received the same response when finally ultimately she opened, parted her lips and allowed her owner, slave to explore her mouth.
Her interior was hot sweet heady delectable and he felt himself submerging drowning willingly, happily in its depths. What began as gentle probing rapidly became enflamed stroking as Asuka Jr. closed his eyes to the night, his life and the world he knew and opened his senses to the young woman, his lover, his property his master in his arms.
There was no doubt in his mind that his body’s reaction the softness, hardness, could be no mystery to Saint Tail. He could feel her soft subtle body under his hips, he could press himself into the curve of her body where he naturally fit as if she had been molded with him in mind. The blood flow, the path of heat. He knew the throbbing all consuming erection he was suffering from, delighting in, would be just as obvious to her, and yet he felt no embarrassment. He was thrilled that she would know just what effect, reaction plans she was having on him. His master. I belong to you! How he longed to know what she felt.
As if in answer to this thought, Saint Tail let out a frustrated yowl and drew away from him. Her hands became claws that pulled, caught, ripped at his shirt, seeking the skin beneath societies shell. She disturbed the warm globe of air around them in her fight to liberate her poison of choice.
A smile was the only answer she received to this silent battle, as he carefully stood and began removing his shirt. Saint Tail lay unmoving on the bed, watching absorbing. When he was bare to the waist pale in the moonlight smooth as glass he reached out and pulled her to her feet. Moving quickly he spun her around and pulled her back against himself pressing against bare skin. Her gloves and bow tie were gone in a twinkling, his work. Reaching under her arms Asuka Jr. ran his hands along her velvet clad body, gently pressing against her breasts, forcing them together, deepening their swell as he reached for the buttons of her jacket.
Saint Tail looked down past her own flesh to his hands. He worked to undo her, and her buttons, and she, silent witness wished only for more hours to the night, cursing the dawn. The black velvet material was slowly peeling back, dissecting, exposing the tiny pink dress underneath to the heat of the room. When he reached the last button Asuka Jr. slowly drew his hands up along her, his, body, I own all of this! smoothing the jacket off her body was he moved. Waist stomach breasts shoulders. She took a small step forward to let him pull it clear, remove this next barrier before she pressed herself, molded herself against him again.
"What can’t I do?" he whispered as he returned his hands to her breasts, gently stoking her through the dress. He gently kneaded her flesh, rekindling the smoldering panting breath that had paused in the undressing. Her head lolled backward, her pony tail a silk cord that brush coolness on his skin as her body weakly allowed him to explore what no one had ever touched. And why not, she belonged to him as much as she owned him.
"You can’t touch my hair," was the reply. That was all, the only condition, only taboo. I am yours, this body is yours, take me, love me, but don’t expose me.
With that the young detective reached into the dress and began fondling, greedily grasping her skin. He quickly unlaced the back of the dress, pulling it fiercely from her body, exposing her smooth, incandescent bare skin to the dark room. His room. The very object of his every wish was commanding his life, here in this very room prison cell. The same room that had echoed with his pitiful cries of longing now were filled with her labored panting rich with desire breath as he caught her nipples, hardened by his attentions, and rolled them in his fingers. Saint Tail writhed, her long hair lashing against his naked chest, as she fought to remain standing.
Wherever there was bare flesh his hands went, trailing heat. He caressed her breasts, toyed with her nipples and licked chewed kissed her neck and shoulders the whole while. Saint Tail could do nothing but let him. Wanted nothing more than to let him. She was powerless under his spell, under his hands, gentle attention. Her whole body was humming with his touch and she was both unwilling and unable to stop him. Asuka Jr. ran his hands, firmly pressing against her, down her body. Past breast, stomach, over her panties, squeezing her thighs still in their black silk, stroking her boots, then up, drawing passion along as he moved. When he swept her off her feet and deposited her once again on the bed she didn’t couldn’t wouldn’t make a sound.
He laid her on the bed, gently, fragile spell that she was and pulled himself over her, covered draped her side like a blanket. Offering himself as devotee supplicant, he placed his mouth on one breast and a hand on the other. With a cry of delighted pleasure, Saint Tail arched her back as his cool lips closed on her burning skin. It seemed his tongue was everywhere and her body was aflame with the desires he was stirring in her. She was panting his name, worshipping him from her place in his bed, running her hands along his back, raking them into his sleek hair. Luring, pulling, longing to draw him closer to the raging fire he tended. That all this was her fault she was sure, and that there was only one suitable punishment for her she was sure, but when that time would come she couldn’t say.
Swiftly he wrapped her in his arms and rolled over. She sudden found she was on top of him, and she rose up, straddling him, gazing down on him as he, gazing upon the face of God, looked up in wonder. His hands once again explored her body, always pressing deeply, dragging her flesh, always she was aware of his presence. Until she fell forward, her hands on either side of his head, her breasts within reach of his mouth. But he didn’t reach for them at first. His hands went to her hips, and with a swift wrenching jerk her panties where removed from her body. His hands roughly gripped her hips and forced her downward, smearing her onto his firm stomach. She cried out exquisitely at the introduction of flesh on flesh.
He sat up then catching her, as his hands opened released the last barrier. From somewhere in her mind she heard the jingly sounds of his belt, zipper, and the rustle of fabric and knew the time was at hand. Finally. I belong to you! I want to belong to you alone!
He drew her forward, worshipful onto her knees over him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands caressed the smooth curve of her ass, traced up her spine and then one hand was gone. She could feel him reaching between them, and then the instrument of her need chastisement longing was gently splitting her in two, spreading her wide to the room. He held onto his own flesh, moving himself forward to where her entire blood supply was pulsing throbbing, then back drawing into her moist depths. Silken smooth glass played along her drooling length until the hand on her back settled on her hip and began to force, insist, on her submission. Sliding her knees apart, Saint Tail acquiesced lowering herself, feeling him growing, blossoming pushing her further part, spreading, stretching...entering.
The harmony of their conjoined panting grew with each passing second until he realized there were words in the sound. She was entreating swearing pleading promising. Trusting himself, he swiftly swept his hands up her back, caught her shoulder and forced, dragged her downward. Splitting her along a new plain. She screamed then, and again as he rocked back and thrust upward, and again, again, again again again againagainagain…
Suddenly the world changed. Her screaming became his own as she was pulling on him, deep within. Seemingly her body was trying to draw him out, and he couldn’t resist. The loss of fluid, again, and again, swept over him, cutting off all light sight sound except for the pounding of his heart. The massage from her interior muscles continued, then again, and he felt the blood that had been so long in his hips returning there, like coming home. Without moving thought or action he was hardening within her hot moist slick fist. Saint Tail squealed in delighted pleasure as she rocked forward, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. Pressing her softly padded chest against his, grazing his nipples with her own. He could hear her still, begging, pleading insisting and then he joyfully came again. Filling her again giving his life to her again.
You belong to me!
He nodded his agreement. He did belong to her.