To Conquer a Queen

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“Eriol?” Came the impatient voice. It was mellow and musical, deeper, silkier than most. “I’m going to sleep now, so I’m sure this can wait till the morning?” She moved closer, feet sliding against the thick carpet. Eriol kept breathing evenly, arms over his head. “Eriol…” She whispered next to his face, a light tease. Rather than shooting upright, he simply opened his eyes. Her face was above his. Obsidian settled on Grey, almost lavender, and she gave him an exhausted look. “I need sleep. School’s out for several weeks now, I’m sure you can grant me this one night of rest.”


“Tomoyo.” Eriol said, giving no indication of what he was thinking. “I’ve been wondering something.” He slid a hand behind her head, cradling her neck firmly, and the other arm tugged her down as he moved. In a flash she was thrown to the bed, sinking into the comfortable pillows and comforters, with Eriol placed over her. His knees were astride her, arms on either side of her head now.


“Eriol…” She began warningly, “This is highly inappropriate.” For a second she looked scared, then hopeful, then rejected and sad again. Eriol frowned, feeling some anger at her for letting herself feel unattractive, unwanted.


“How can you go around letting yourself feel upset this way?” he answered, face grave, manner still mild. “As for what I was wondering about…” He leaned down a bit, closer to her face. “I was just thinking about ways to rip that sadness out of your face, Tomoyo-hime. And it occurred to me that an orgasm would do the trick nicely.” She gasped at his boldness, and wiggled a bit as her cheeks pinked prettily. Scared, but there was something in her gaze that responded, and whispered, ‘yes’. And she looked almost as good as tantalizing or seductive, eyes wide, body relaxing and undulating into his, slightly.


“Shh, shhh.” He whispered, brushing his lips against her cheek. “But then I remembered that you keep men out of your life. And I simply decided that we could get to that later. Maybe in a week or a few days.” He smiled now, smugly. “For now I can settle for working my ways onto your list of firsts.” Her eyes widened in confusion.


After all, Eriol had reasoned the night before. She has now nearly lost every bit of herself. So he fills the gap within her that Sakura’s light never reached, and works out from there. Simple, really. And quite fun for both of them.


“What are you-“ she was cut off when he kissed her. Her mouth flew closed immediately, but he tried to go no further. He gave her a nice, short, warm kiss and caressed her lips. Her own mouth went slack in response, but did not push back. “Hmm. I doubt that was your first kiss. But how about I try giving you a proper kiss. You see, something like this is more my style.”


This time he slid her up on the bed so that she was propped against the pillows and headboard before leaning in. He hand one hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head. She was tentative at first, but his lips were nothing if not persuasive. He began slow, and she imitated him almost shyly, before they picked up pace.


Tomoyo felt: his lips caress and tease her mouth open, his tongue slide in, just a bit, want floods her body, spilling from a place in her soul that has felt empty and sewn shut for years. She copies his movements tentatively, she’s only done this once before. They fall deeper, deeper into each other, and he moves quicker as she catches on, and experiments, no longer just copying.


He pulled back to let her breathe. He was used to breathing through his nose during this kind of thing, but she seemed short of breath. She didn’t appear too out of her league. She’d probably been kissed properly before as well, although not many times. She was picky. He doubted there were many she’d thought were worthy of her affections. After allowing her to breathe in deeply few times he leaned in again, holding one of her wrists in his other hand and rubbing a circle over the pulse point enticingly as her arm was held up against the backboard of the bed.


This new kiss was faster, harder, and her plush mouth turned from tentative to giving it all she had. He fought the urge to grin smugly when she moaned into his mouth a bit, sending a wave of heat through him. She certainly wasn’t the best kiss he had ever had, but she inspired feelings in him, and it made all the difference.


By the time she had opened her eyes, after he had stopped kissing her, she was thinking again. “I didn’t invite you out here just because I was feeling inadequate because an old crush ran off with her dream guy.” Tomoyo said sharply. The pain was back in her eyes. Somehow he was hurting her.


“Don’t be an ass.” He answered in English. He moved her down again, so that she was on her back beneath him again. She hit at him with her arms and hands futilely.


“Stop! Let me go and go back to your room!” She said, sharply and then pleadingly. Now she looked almost close to tears.


“Tomoyo-hime. I have waited desperately for you to find me as fuckable as I find you for a good two or three years now.” He said, touching his forehead to hers and ignoring the arms, which began to settle down. “Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He grinned and looked her over. “Here, I’ve just thought of something I can be your ‘first’ at.” He lay down on top of her, laying his body over hers, feet to chest, burying his head in her hair and the mattress just over her shoulder. She wiggled a bit again, trying to get free. He inhaled sharply.


“Luv, if you’re trying to get me to stop coming on to you, that’s entirely the wrong direction. I can’t promise I’ll go as slow as I’d said if you keep moving that luscious body under me.” He whispered into her ear, English this time. The smile was evident in his voice. Against her will, Tomoyo felt flattered. The feeling quickly died when what he said registered.


“We aren’t going slow! We aren’t going anywhere. I’m in no state to have a relationship, and not with you!” She said, pushing at his with her arms. He pushed the upper part of his body up high enough to look her in the face. He was frowning darkly. He looked powerful and sexy. He smelled good, sharp and masculine. His face was intriguing while at the same time perfect, sculpted, simultaneously young in age and mature in mind.


“Are you saying I can’t change your mind?” He began quietly, leaning down to caress her neck with his lips. She breathed carefully, evenly, trying not to be affected.


“Yes.” Came a very controlled answer. “I guess you’re just not my type, Eriol.” Came the quiet jab. He stopped caressing her neck and pushed himself up again. She smiled, thinking that she was winning, and he was getting up to leave.


“Is that a challenge?” Came his dark answer, and his hands closed around her wrists, bringing them up over her head. He ground his hips into hers slowly, enticingly, and she shuddered a bit, her own hips pushing up at first in response as he continued the motion. “What type would that be, hime? Green-eyed and glowing, thin lithe body and a large cheerful smile? A model’s body with a child’s soul and horny for a Chinese boy?” He continued, whispering each piece of Sakura’s description into Tomoyo’s ears like an enticing dessert, the final words gentle, not biting. He whispered them as if they were the final words in an epic tragedy, not a trace of mockery in his tone.

She found herself lost, nearly unable to follow the words, as his motions became too distracting. A single hand was holding her wrists as the other caressed her body, under her shirt, up to glide over the side of her chest. She was still under him, his lips were down on her throat nipping and caressing, then biting shortly, not at all gentle. Both of his hands were on her ass, pulling her hips in as he rotated against them. He felt hard, hard all over, muscled and strong. He rippled against her as he moved and it was brilliant. She was pushing back and it felt even better. He let her roll them both over so that she was on top, and then she dipped down for another kiss, slow, and then he pulled away. Another low moan from Tomoyo as he breathed over the shell of her ear, painfully slowly.


“Guess what, hime?” He broke off the tantalizing to whisper at her again. “That girl you think you’re so hung up on isn’t the one here right now. She’s not the one you’re wishing was about to dig his fingers into you.” He said crudely, and this she heard every word of. His hands were unbelievably warm just inside the edge of her jeans at her hips, fingers stroking. The heat was sparking through her in random bursts each time he moved. One hand slid around and settled palm down under her jeans, laying over her silk and lace underwear. His words echoed in her ears and she shuddered once more in anticipation.


“Oh my kami.” Came her groan and she was pushing against his hand as it slid down, still over her underwear and one finger caressed once, over and back, through the wet cloth, ever so lightly. Her legs were squeezing, her face set in anticipation. Eriol gazed at her expression eagerly, barely holding back. But his instincts were screaming that it wasn’t time. He didn’t want her to run out as soon as they were finished, afraid to face him. The longer he waited, the longer he could have her in the end, of that he was sure. Her hands were both in his hair, holding tight, massaging his head. He stopped moving his fingers. She looked at him, getting angry.


“Ah, there we go. The anger, chasing away your melancholy.” He said, smiling normally. Amethyst eyes flashed in anger as his hand began to slide back out. She slid her legs around him and wrapped them up around his waist, moving into Eriol and grinding against where she felt him in retribution. Her hands slid up his back, feeling the rippling muscles and then she dragged her nails down his back. His head tilted back and his eyelids dropped, face carved in ecstasy for a moment.


“Oh shit, don’t… god, Tomoyo stop!” He said torn and then decisive again. He lifted her hips right up into the air, stronger than her. Breathing hard through the need she had just cause to reassert itself fiercely, he rolled them again as her legs came loose and slid down his own. Eriol was very much in control now, and she was frowning at him for that, although he was merely smiling smugly, proud of how quickly she had turned the tables on him, but still wracked by need.


“Jesus, do you want me to fuck you right here?” He said hoarsely, control almost shattered. His hair was hanging into his face and it was dark blue, mussed, not neat like it usually was. The hair in his eyes as he said it made him look even more intense and on the brink. She felt a small thrill of fear, feeling his hard-on right up against her, but no longer ruled by the emotions that had been guiding her before. She shivered with the thrill, struck by the fact that this boy, the one settled on top of her, wanted her that badly.


“Yes, I want you that badly.” He said, interpreting her tremble. “God, I want to just take you now. But I think if I go in pieces, in little steps… it will be much more fun.” He said, nuzzling her neck, bringing both hands up to squeeze and caress her chest. “And I know we both like fun.”


“ahhh.” Came the soft response, as she arched up a little in response.


“Hime, kami, you’re giving off all the right responses. I knew you would. You’re brilliant Tomoyo.” At his comment, ‘I knew you would’, she stiffened a bit and looked at his again. “Hey, you had your agenda inviting me out here, I had mine. Much as I tried to be nice and conventional about it, in the end this appeared to be the only way to get close to you. So. Here I am.” He said, smiling a typical Eriol smile and shrugging as his hands slid down her sides tantalizingly.


“Eriol, we’re not going to go any farther!” She insisted, still a little breathless, voice gone husky. He smiled in amusement at the protests and a hand came up, caressing her jawline. She continued, voice quieter but still rough, refusing to be distracted even by the hand sliding back into her jeans, which sent off fireworks in her abdomen. “You live all the way in England, I don’t love you, and why would I fuck someone I don’t –mmph.”


Her protests were cut off when he slid a finger into her open mouth, fingers ghosting over her opening with his other hand to alter her mood. Instead of pulling back, a single finger continued to move back and forth, pushing a little more each time, weakening her resolve.


She ran a tongue over his finger tentatively. His face changed for a second, from in control to unbidden pleasure. She sucked the entire thing briefly, then dragged her teeth over it lightly. His head went back like before as his eyes nearly closed and his hand in her jeans faltered. He withdrew the finger from her mouth, her tongue trailing over it lightly.


His finger slid under her underwear and into her. Just one, and she gasped as he pulled it out slowly, pushing against the inside of her as it withdrew. It wasn’t his fault- she made him want to experiment.


“Uhhh, Eriol…” His hand withdrew entirely, and came into view.


Eriol smirked at her naughtily and sucked his finger clean. She saw his tongue working against the finger and she pulled his hand to her, mouth closing around his index finger.


“How about one more…?” He inquired softly, touching a second finger to her lips. Tomoyo felt his fingers inside her mouth and wondered at how intimate it felt. She loved his fingers. Remembering his positive reaction before, she dragged her teeth down both fingers, a little harder this time.


Eriol’s eyes widened a bit and he began grinding down into her again, his need even more prominent. Tomoyo’s tongue slid between his two fingers, exploring the crevice and then going back to suck, scrape, suck. Her hands, meanwhile, had gotten bolder. Upon feeling him stiffen against her, one had moved from its place under his shirt where they were exploring his musculature. It slid down and into his pants, tucking the tips of her fingers under the top of his boxers. Her hand circled around the tops of his boxers enticingly as he withdrew his fingers.


“Uhmm!” He exhaled abruptly. He leaned in and kissed her once again. His hand moved from tracing the lines of her ass, around to the front and then down to cup her, under her panties, the hand cradling what felt like her entire being. She pushed down into it, needing to know, ‘what comes next, what comes next, I need more’. The kiss stopped and he took her in with his eyes, drinking in the sight of her face. He still didn’t make a move beyond where he was.


She moved her hand lower, trying to get him to respond, her own fingers under his boxers. He lowered his head again, still considering. Kissing her aggressively, his hand moved to her stomach, to her side, grasping her side, both hands clutching her sides. Her hand stopped and wrapped around his back with the other, too shy to go on. His kiss drove her down into the bed before he pulled back.


“That’s enough for tonight, I suppose.” He said. And then he was gone. He left her and her emotion drained from her quickly. She felt completely emotionally spent, and her body wasn’t used to feeling so charged for that long. After dozing for about fifteen minutes she threw her clothes into the corner of the room, dragged on the first nightgown she found, and slid under the covers, shoving most of the pillows out of her way. She fell asleep before even considering what had transpired.