----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Friday, July 20, 2001 | | | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | LEMON/YAOI! Two hundred years after the end of the ZENKI story, | | the demons engage in a power struggle against the humans, and the | | outcome of the war seems certain... Until an enemy with Chiaki's | | face stands before the mightiest of demon gods! LEMON/YAOI! | ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 5 Roh watched the girl's sleeping form. Her chest rose and sank with each long, shallow breath she took. The terror he'd seen contort her face before smoothed away as she fell deeper into some other place. A lock of her hair fell across her face as she shifted slightly. Gently, he swept it back behind her ear. He was sitting in her cell, beside her, on the floor which he was only beginning to realize was very cold. He had torn her shirt before, and he could see the goosebumps on the skin of her neck and shoulder. Her two, slender arms, wrapped tightly in front of her, weren't enough to keep her warm. The door to the basement opened and closed again -- Roh heard it, and the breeze that blasted through the prison sent Ayako into a fit of shivers. "WHO'S THERE?" Roh demanded to know, turning his head back. There was no response. Aside from the sound of the door, there was no noise that he could distinguish at all. He couldn't see anything but the base of the stairs from his position, but he was satisified that he and the girl were still alone. Some nosey Neon must have just stuck his head in for a moment. Roh returned his gaze to -- /Hey, where'd she go?/ He scanned the cell and saw her, awake again, huddled in her corner, watching him with wide eyes. His voice had disturbed her rest. Roh stood and walked slowly to her, not wanting to alarm her. "What can I do," he asked her, "to bring back your former bravery? How can I make you unafraid of me?" "I'm not afraid of you..." she hissed defiantly. "I've never heard you use that tone before. You must be afraid." Ayako drew her knees in more tightly. Her arms remained crossed over her chest, one hand keeping the torn half of her shirt as far up her shoulder as she could pull it. "Do you know that I used to be afraid of you, Sayaka?" He spoke with soft sincerity. She shifted slightly and showed her confusion by momentarily bunching her brows. "It's true. You were kind to me for reasons I couldn't understand. Indeed, I still don't understand them, but I know those reasons were never selfish. You felt something for me... that I was incapable of reciprocating then." He knelt down in front of her and watched her face. "But I can now." He raised his hands, refusing to stop reading her face, and he touched her fingers, lightly. She twitched and her eyes shot down to see what he was doing. Roh continued. He pulled her hands away from her body with gentle force. She was tense, and all her struggles were only momentary -- as if flashes of thought told her, /No, stop. No, it's okay./ With her arms now hanging at her sides, half of her shirt barely hung from her breast. Roh looked away from her face to glance at it, and then, when he pulled only slightly on the fabric, it fell. That was when Ayako finally brought herself to look at him, and his eyes immediately shot back up and locked with hers. He moved in to kiss her. Her head fell back into the corner before their lips met. Her nipples immediately hardened as her bared breast pressed into the leather binding Roh's chest. She raised her arms halfway, as if she would stop him, and there her hands fidgeted and went no further. She /was/ afraid -- afraid to stop him... not only because she feared what he might do if she did and feared to touch him, but also because she feared the burning sensation that was building... she feared it wouldn't stop. When he had left her before, it didn't stop until she fell asleep. Roh became aware of her discomfort. He gripped her arms just above the elbows and pushed them back into the walls. Her hands found something to hold then -- Roh's forearms. He dragged his lips away from hers and brushed her cheek with them. Into her ear, he whispered: "Are you still afraid of me?" "Yes," she breathed into his. "Then I will teach you to be unafraid..." Ayako didn't like the sound of that. "No, stop..." Roh did not stop, and Ayako began to struggle in earnest. He pulled her away from the corner and pushed her against a flat wall. Her arms flailed, and she succeeded in scratching his face. His hand flew to her neck, grasping it almost too tightly, pinning her to the wall. Her fingers became occupied trying to pry a space between his grip and her throat. It was difficult to thrash her legs much while she was still sitting on the floor. Roh, conscious now of how cold these cells were, was careful not to tear her clothing this time as he removed it. Completely. He released her neck, and her arms flew to cover her naked body. Taking advantage of her shock, Roh leaned in and kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue. A whimper came out muffled. Roh struggled with the belt of his leather pants, and with minor difficulty he managed to pull them off without leaving Ayako's mouth. He weaved his arms underneath hers, grabbing her waist and pushing her arms from her exposed body. With one rough tug, he pulled her to her feet and penetrated her. Instinctively, her hands came to push on his leather-clad chest, but from the waist down, she was frozen. She didn't dare move, and Roh only stood there, inside her. He would not give her anything until she ASKED for it. It still wasn't too late for him to stop himself. "Please..." she whimpered. "Please what?" Roh really desired to know. He was not even slightly sarcastic. "... Please...!" she pleaded, with more desperation. "Tell me what you want." She was shaking against him now. She squirmed back against the wall once, barely, and slid back around him. Roh winced, struggling with his urge. "Tell me, Sayaka." She was breathing heavily. Her hands left his chest, slowly, and ran under his arms, eventually encirling him. Her fingers lightly touched his shoulder blades. That was what she wanted. Ayako began to cry. She didn't understand why she desired this so badly when all common sense told her it was wrong. "Remember this moment," Roh advised. He lost the ability to contain himself as she slid, just barely, around him a second time. In an instant, Roh was grinding his hips against hers. He pounded into her small body, and with every thrust she made a sound -- it was painful and tight, and the granite wall behind her scraped her fair skin as he pushed her against it again and again... but God, oh God, it felt so good. He had no sense of her pain. He nailed her with the ferocity Goki would beg for. It was powerful on a human... such a fragile human. Roh gripped her bare buttocks and pulled her to him with every thrust. Ayako grasped his leather shirt, and her knuckles whitened. If there had been nothing to protect his back, Roh would be bleeding from the strength of her nails as they dug in and held on. With each sound Ayako produced, Roh wanted nothing more than to hear it again -- and louder than the last time. Whether the sound was pleasure or pain, Roh didn't stop to think nor did he care. It turned him on. She buried her face in the leather binding his chest and cried into it, while he banged her against the wall. Again, harder, again, fiercer, again, again. Roh leaned down and bit into her neck where it met her shoulder. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it was enough to leave a mark. He wrapped his lips around the spot and sucked hungrily. Giving her something else to concentrate on, the tight pain between her legs seemed to lessen. She exerted an effort to accept him inside her again. She pushed away from the wall and wrapped a leg around him. Roh slid his hands away from her bottom, along the undersides of her thighs, and he jerked her other leg up. Squeezing her thighs, he supported her there, between himself and the wall, pounding into her with increased weight and increased penetration. He fucked her. And she loved it. For two hundred years, over the course of many lifetimes, it had been held inside. Roh had been aware of it, and Ayako had not. Her voice began screaming from the past, telling her to allow this, to enjoy this. Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him passionately, barely able to breathe from the intensity of their connection. And at that... Roh was the one to cry. Never before in his life... Only for her... Ayako's own voice screamed now. Her body trembled, not from fear but from sensation. Kokutei watched silently from a shadow as they kissed each other again. The opening and closing of the door as he entered were not enough to give away his presence. He growled disapprovingly. ******** Shiaki sat patiently on the futon, biting her lip. She was uncomfortable and half naked. Using the sheets, she had bound her waist and used the extra fabric to perform the same service for her breasts. Her panties had been lost at the church, and her dress was filthy and shredded. Thus she crossed her bare legs and waited for Zenki to return with the promised clothing. A knock came at the door. Why did he bother knocking? Shiaki quickly grabbed the single pillow at her side and used it to cover her hips as the door slowly opened. The blue demon's face -- Hikaru's face -- peered in at her. "It was... 'Shiaki'?" Goki asked softly. Shiaki nodded. Her stomach sank back into her feet. She blushed with embarrassment, recalling what she'd done when they met before. "You remember my name, don't you?" In truth, she didn't. She knew it wasn't Hikaru, though. She wondered if she got points for that... "Goki. Call me Goki." He smiled and entered, closing the door behind him. He looked down and saw her tattered, bloody dress on the floor. His happy demeanor faded. "I'm very sorry about that..." Shiaki, a little rigidly, shrugged one shoulder. She didn't want to say /It's okay/, because it really wasn't. And it wasn't exactly something she wanted to talk about either. Where was Zenki? She wanted him to return now. Goki came and sat casually on the futon beside her. She instantly scooted over several inches to increase the gap between them. Goki frowned. There was a pause during which Shiaki was frozen in place and Goki scratched his head a bit nervously. "You look like her..." he began. She blinked, eyes still forward. "Smell like her, too..." She thought for a moment before asking, "Chiaki?" "Yes." "I'm not her. You're all mistaking me for someone else." Goki smiled, knowing in his heart of hearts that no one had made any mistake. "Of course you're not her. She died two hundred years ago. In fact, she was killed, by a close friend of both hers and mine. Zenki never liked that friend, and I think he must have always known -- that she was bad, I mean. By the time he spoke up about it, none of us believed him. Not even Chiaki. Kazue had been a 'friend' for too long. But he turned out to be right... Chiaki was left in Kazue's care one night. The next morning she was dead -- murdered. She wasn't much older than you are now." Somehow, all of this struck a chord with Shiaki. She wanted to know more. "What... what happened to Kazue?" "I killed her." "What did Zenki do?" "He went away for a very long time. Before Chiaki died, she chanted the spell to free Zenki and me, so no one could stop him. He took Chiaki's body with him and put it in some place that only he knows about now..." Goki's voice trailed off and he became distant. "H-hey..." Shiaki was finally looking at him again. When Hikaru was sad, he would have that same, far-off expression. ... He just didn't have the horns. "You shouldn't be sad for so long," she unintentionally chastized. "You have other people to care for and worry about, and you have to realize that it tears them up to see you sad! You have to be stronger than that!" In those friendly, scolding words, Goki heard Chiaki's voice. How could he be expected to separate the two when they were the same? How could Zenki have stood there before and told him she was 'Shiaki' and not 'Chiaki'? Goki raised a hand to stroke her cheek, and at first Shiaki smiled, because the hand was soft and familiar -- it was Hikaru's. Her eyes caught sight of the horns again, though, and she blushed her embarrassment. "O-okay... Th-that's enough of that now..." She scooted back until she fell off the low mattress onto the granite below, and her legs came uncrossed, almost losing the cover of the pillow completely. Her face turned beet red. "Master..." Goki whispered before leaning down and kissing her surprised lips. His hand dropped, slipped under the pillow, and found the inside of her naked thigh. Shiaki screamed at the top of her lungs. "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" ******** "What on earth...?" Mako turned at the sound of a human girl's high-pitched scream. It had nearly shattered her eardrum. She shrugged it off and was about to return to her clean-up duties... when she heard it again. ... And AGAIN! God/DAMN/, that was annoying! Mako turned on her heels and headed for the source of the noise. She was knocked to the floor, though, by a large red demon who was in an even bigger hurry than she was. He muttered, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" as he sped past her. ... /Oh, wow.../ she realized. /That was ZENKI!/ This promised to be interesting. She got a real kick out of watching him banish those five demons the other day. She picked up her feet and did her best to tail him. TO BE CONTINUED...