I Can Make You...

I Can Make You…


You don’t have to talk…if you don’t want to…as a matter of fact I would prefer that you not. I’m tired all of all your silly taunts and the way you flaunt your power in front of me…but now, you’re at my mercy, saying nothing. But I’ll be damned if I don’t get you to scream.
Look at how proud he looks, but at the same time pathetic. He is trying his best to hold out against me, but he’ll fail…eventually.
“Getting tired of those chains biting into your flesh,” I ask stroking the tip of my whip against his thigh. He hang his head low and says nothing.
Of all the ones I could have chosen to capture, I chose him. He was quiet, unassuming, mystical, sad, but not pitiful. He’s very strong, but his quietness gihim him away. I had Tamahome, pretty, but too wanton. At first he rejected me, but began to like it. He hadn’t been treated so harshly—it turned him on. I liked his begging his whimpering, the way he cried out. It was all too easy to make him do as I said. He’d do anything for Miaka. Even even rode me like a girl, all because I promised him that no harm would come to her while she was in my domain. I lied. I just wanted to fuck him, stupid boy. Got what I wanted.
And then there’s Nuriko, not enough of a man to truly put up a fight, but pretty enough to abuse. I tied him in super strong chains, I knew what he was capable of. The more he fought and cursed the tighter I bound him. And the scream that erupted from his pretty throat was enough to make me laugh with glee. The way he whimpered and hissed when I touched him and when I finally got my way, he all but sank to the ground, helpless and curled up in front of me. His beautiful, lavender hair covered his pale body as he shook. His sweet rose lips were bruised. He looked absolutely—lovely. I sent him back to his emperor moaning and shaken. I’ll never forget the way he said, “Please,” as I sank into him to the hilt. Physically strong, it took him more time to heal emotionally. I reveled in that joy knowing that I had broken him in some way.
Two down, three more to go….
The next one I spotted who turned me on to no end was Hotohori, his highness, so clean and pretty. I just had to dirty him up, take away some of his haughtiness. He put up a wonderful fight; it rather sweet, but boring. I challenged him to a sword fight; obviously he lost. I knocked him unconscious and had Ashitare bind him to my bed tightly, with only the finest silks for his delicate skin. He lay there naked, mouth stained with blood, unaware of his surroundings. He knew he was defeated when he saw my blue eyes looming over his, and he felt the cool air wisping across his skin. He gritted his teeth at me and held his chin up proudly, but I’d end all that. I wanted to soil him, end his perfectness. His legs were spread, a perfect picture for the taking. I kissed him roughly, enjoying the tang of his imperial blood. But the only thing more exquisite than that was his heat. He choked back sobs and tried to blink away tears as I ravaged his delicate body, and when he finally screamed, giving up the pride he tried to salvage, I stopped. It was enough, but I still wanted to make him dirty. As he sobbed from pain I shoved myself into his mouth, muffling his scream and my seed filled his mouth, spilling out of the sides. He choked and gagged, even doing that he was graceful, but I succeeded at was I had intended….to defile.
Tasuki…hmmm, a handful more than I expected.
“I’ll die before I let you do this to me!” he screamed. “I swear.” No one had said as much to me in one hour than he had said to me in a minute. He swore and spat. In fact, his chatter and boisterousness was turning me off. I wanted to shut him up, make him humble.
“You know, you’re very pretty when your mouth his shut.” He growled at me as I placed a gag over his mouth. It took Ashitare and I to bound him to my headboard by his hands, but once the deed was done, it was more than easy. He was a very fiery, vocal boy, even when I took him. His mewls and cries could almost be mistaken for sounds of pleasure, but by the look on his face I knew it wasn’t so. He was bent over prone, he couldn’t have done anything to guard himself if he wanted to…and if he moved he only landed himself in a more compromising postion. To make Tasuki yell, you had to fuck him, there was no such thing as gentility. I didn’t have to treat the others as badly, they didn’t deserve it…this boy had to be taken down a peg. He screamed and fought, right up until the end. It didn’t matter. I was going to shut his mouth. I raped him repeatedly, even when he was too tired to scream…all he could was cry at the soreness he felt burning between his legs. What shattered him the most was that he came, even when he didn’t want to. I liked that.
I had reduced almost all of the Suzaku seven that I wanted to into sniveling little girls, except this one…Chichiri…he was mine for tonight…and no magic that he had would save him.