possession

Possession

(by pineapple)

Emerald colored eyes shifted, following the rose petals that floated about the arena and settled to the floor. The former champion fell in a crumpled heap, the Sword of Dios clanking on the ground before dissolving into nothingness.

Who was this duelist, so easily blown away by an impassioned pianist? Did it even matter? Himemiya Anthy bid them a short, meaningless farewell as she watched Kaoru Miki walk down the stairs.

She met him in her school uniform on the street, smiling softly at the young man. His windswept blue hair floated about his innocent face. \"I\'ve been waiting for you, Kaoru Miki. I am the Rosebride, and from this day forward I belong to you.\"

He blinked at her, his face innocent and serene in the slightly ethereal moonlight.

\"Shall we go to your room?\"

\"I actually have a bit of studying to do in the library--\"

\"Then I will go with you.\" She stepped forward to meet him.

\"You don\'t have to do that,\" he said with a smile, \"I\'ll only be a few minutes.\"

She laughed to herself. He didn\'t understand at all yet. But judging by the way he had handled himself in the arena, there would be plenty of time to learn. \"Then I will wait for you in your room, if it pleases you.\" She started slowly off to his dorm room.

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For being the room of a young man, the neat perfection of the place was a bit of a shock to her. But, remembering his careful piano playing and meticulous perfecting of his fencing technique, she wondered why she had been surprised. She settled in her various pets, put away her few personal items, and began undressing.

After years of lying beneath the various men of the Rose Crest, she knew what was most likely to please Miki on his first night of possessing her. She slipped off her uniform and bra, leaving only undergarments too sheer to really matter. She sat on the end of his bed and waited in the semi-darkness.

The door opened a few minutes later, and Anthy fixed her pliable face into a complacent smile. \"Good evening, Master Miki.\"

He blinked, dropping his piano book in naïve shock. \"Himemiya...what...what are you doing?\"

She stood slowly, crossing to the door and slipping her arms around Miki\'s thin waist. \"Didn\'t anyone explain it to you? Wasn\'t it in your letters from End of the World? I belong to you. I must do whatever you want me to.\" She pressed her body close to his, leaning close so that her breath moved softly across his ear as she whispered, \"What do you want me to do, Master Miki?\"

\"Himemiya, I don’t think this is appropriate.\" His voice was coming in harsh little gasps and she could feel his body tense as he fought his arousal.

\"Then I\'ll stop.\" Anthy sat quickly on the bed, clasping her arms tightly behind her back, only partially intending the way her otherwise coy position forced her exposed breasts forward, into Miki\'s view. He looked away. With a small sigh that only she could hear, she laid on the bed and pulled the blankets over her, patting the pillow beside her. He changed slowly into his pajamas and laid beside her, his back to her.

\"You seem terribly stiff, Master Miki,\" Anthy cooed, running her slender hands across shoulders. \"Would you like me to rub your back and relieve some of this tension?\"

Miki chose not to respond. Anthy slowly massaged his shoulder and back, pausing only to try to slip the shirt over his head. He resisted slightly, but relented. Leaning over him, she pushed him gently onto his chest, easing the tension out of his back and shoulders. When she felt his muscles finally relax, she laid against him and pressed her bare chest against his back.

\"Hi-himemiya....\" Miki stuttered, his voice muffled by his prone position.

\"Shhh...\" she whispered, feeling him shudder as her breath struck his ear. \"Do what you want. I belong to you.\"

She slid off of his back and sat back, smiling faintly and pulling off her glasses. He sat up, pale chest heaving, obviously at a loss. A familiar confusion was in his eyes--an instinctive desire fought with the need to keep control. Keenly studying his face behind the serene smile, she could see that his natural lust was winning.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against his, willing herself into that place where she belonged completely to him. Free will abandoned her and she was ready to be what he wanted.

She laid back on the bed, her arms over her head and a simple smile on her face. He pulled his body over hers and ran his finger down her lean, tan body. He thrust himself inside her, perspiration glinting on his pale face as he bit his lip. He lovingly caressed her, and she remembered someone once saying \"you\'re in love with her, aren\'t you, Miki?\"

But he was still holding back.

There was something very odd going on here...

\"You\'re in love with her, aren’t you, Miki?\"

Oh, that would explain it. She arched her back and swooned loudly, not having much experience with total release but willing to try whatever she had to if it would make him enjoy things moree moe moaned and, on a whim, threw out and impassioned moan as he slid his hands across her breasts. Pretending to lose control, she wondered with curiosity why is was so important for him to bring her to orgasm. Even Saionji, with his violent claims of pure, true love, hadn\'t cared to bring her any real pleasure; he only wanted her to later profess how perfect it had been for her. Getting the feeling that Miki would be looking forward to it too, she prepared her lazy smile and soft, tired \"that was wonderful\" in her head.

Pleasurable sensations sifted through her carefully guarded grip on the situation as Miki exploded inside her, supporting himself over her with skinny, shaking arms. He smiled slightly and looked down at her, panting a bit. He blinked then, and in a moment she knew that something in her face had betrayed her falsehood. He sat back and sighed slightly, seeming a bit stricken.

A slow resolve spread across his face, and he moved off of her slowly. She looked to him questioningly, wondering what he could want now and furious with herself for failing to please him. Gently and lovingly, he slid his hands across her breasts and down her stomach, seeming a bit nervous as his fingers reached her sex. She gasped suddenly at the sensation that flooded her, taken completely off -guard by the way his fingers moved easily across places she was tentative to touch herself. She wasn\'t even sure what he was doing, what parts of her he was touching, but it was incredible. She wondered fleetingly if this was what he and Juri did for all those hours in the practice room. She felt her face flush and a moan of pure ecstasy escaping her. Her head flew back and she groaned again, shuddering as an explosion of color and light flashed through her head as she let go for the first time in her life.

Her green eyes opened slowly and she blinked up at him, a quiet bliss on her face. perhaps it was true this time. Perhaps he really did care about her as more than a doll, a toy, a marionette to do his bidding.

As he lay beside her, she waited for him to throw an arm possessively across her chest and pull her close sleepily, as if to reinforce her subservient position in his life. Or maybe he would push her away, trying to tell her that she really meant nothing to him.

Kaoru Miki was most atypical--he instead pulled himself close to her and laid his head on her chest, affectionately stroking her stomach until he drifted slowly to sleep.

In the moonlight that filtered through the curtains, his face was serene and cherubic as he drifted to sleep. His face still glowed with perspiration and, though his eyes were closed, she felt as though his affectionate gaze was still on her; the simple, sweet focus he cast on her when she played piano for him. Perhaps he did care. He may even love her.

Or, perhaps, the person in her arms was little more than a child.