Sando to Mari [A "Shin Angyo Onshi" Fanfiction]

Disclaimer: I do not own Shin Anyo Onshi. I make no money from this story. I do not own half of this story – this is the product of a fixed up role-play that a friend of mine [J] and I did one night online.

Authors Note: To know what you need to know about these characters there are two videos on youtube and an image I’d like you to consider before reading.
Video 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JXvdrnzhig
Video 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1msgHE8ZJ4
Image: http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a128/tidus902000/largeAnimePaperscans_Shin-Angyo--4.jpg
[The brunette is Sando and the other girl is Mari, yes that’s a girl, her design is clearer in the anime as seen in video 2 above.]
This fanfiction occurs at some point around video two if their fight had gone differently.


Sando to Mari
By 11 & J

Sando braced herself for the battle ahead, retaining her stoic composure even in the face of such fierce adversity. She stood, waiting for her opponent's move, a gentle breeze blowing the loose robe draped over her.

One could briefly see glimpses of her pearl skin in the moonlight; her supple frame covered by nothing more than strategically placed straps and belts. Silently, she waited.

Her eyes, burning with resolve, fixated on the silver haired young woman standing in front of her, her hand tightening around the hilt of the blade in her hand.

Mari sneered down at her opponent. "What's the matter? Can't attack on your own?" Somehow she hated her - it was the only way to interpret the boil in her blood.

So this woman had been the top assassin in her noll - Mari was better. She had bested better than this child. "Then prepare yourself!"

She leapt forward, a whisp of pale hair, dark clothes, and the tail of her scarf - her sword rushed down to cleave the woman's skull-!

Sando made no response. Instead, she somersaulted, flipping backwards to evade the strike. Dodging the attack, Sando landed gracefully on one knee, before immediately countering with a direct lunge from the point of her blade, her robe fluttering away from her body, exposing her slender physique.

Her attire left little to the imagination, concealed only by a few placed straps and belts, her legs wrapped in bandages. Her sword struck forwards towards Mari, her determination to defeat her was as strong as her silence.

!!!

So she did move! Mari expected the evasion - a testing blow - so she was more keen to run than to counter?! No! Sando's sword struck toward her - and she leapt up from the blade's path.

But her free hand reached out - locking tightly around the chest strap of her opponents sparse attire. What was the girl thinking wearing so little?! Whirling around she knocked her opponent off balance - a momentary opening!

But then she had misjudged her own balance! She cursed to herself as she pivoted at her heel - turning in time to stop herself from face-planting onto her opponent!

Sando staggered forwards, losing her equilibrium as a result of Mari's attempt at dodging her attack. She managed to regain her footing, maintaining that feline-like agility that had come to serve her well.

As she stumbled to halt, something came loose from her body and clattered to the floor. Sando briefly looked down, recognizing it as a small clip of some sort; it must have broken loose during their struggle.

Realizing that she was vulnerable from behind, Sando quickly turned to face her opponent, without also realizing that whatever fell to the ground was responsible for holding the chest straps in place upon her cleavage.

Too caught up in adrenaline to notice, her breasts had now sprung free from their confines, bobbing gently. Her body was still in fighting stance, unaware that her particulars were now awkwardly exposed. She stood in front of Mari, waiting for her next move.

Mari scowled feeling the rush of heat to her face - she knew that skimpy clothing would come back to bite the silly girl! But... did it have to do so just then?!

Mari's scowl deepened and she gripped her sword willing herself to forget about it and just do what she was sent here to do! Just kill her!!

But...

"I don't suppose you have a spare change of clothes? It's a little awkward fighting you in just those damn leather panties."

Sando paused, somewhat intrigued by the elder girl's reaction to her. Why was she making such comments about her appearance? And then it finally dawned upon her: the feel of the cool air against her exposed breasts.

Looking down, to her embarrassment, she noticed that her cleavage had through lack of a better word, come free from its confines. Blushing at the cheeks, she quietly attempted to cover herself with her hands, letting down her guard in the process.

Mari started slightly recognizing the opening! Was it a trick? No - the girl's face was too red - that was real. But how could she... wouldn't that be... oh to hell with it! She had a job! This was the perfect opportunity!

"Silly wench," she cursed under her breath - lunging for her prey - and in a moment Sando's arms were pinned above her head her body flat to the ground. Mari fumed - even then she still couldn't use her sword - no, she just 'captured' her. Wouldn't the wizard be pleased about that - she thought belatedly before looking back down at her captive.

Sando's eyes darted a fearsome glance at the woman now perched atop of her, she struggled beneath, endeavoring to break free of her hold but to no avail.

Her arms were tightly held back, and for the first time in this fight, she felt genuinely vulnerable, afraid almost. She could nothing but thrash her legs wildly, not that it would do her much good. Her voluptuous breasts, exposed to the cool night air.

Was that truly fear in her eyes? Mari felt a bit shocked and honestly... this wasn't how she wanted to win. Vulnerable, squirming, afraid... naked. Mari damned the heat of her body - what the hell was wrong with her now?!

Well obviously she'd missed her chance to give her a quick painless death a moment ago - and she certaintly couldn't do it now that she'd already 'caught' the other woman. This would be awkward unless she did something. Soon.

The pressure of Mari's hands increased on Sando's wrists as she propped her feet up under her, drawing herself to a stand, her hands dragging Sando's body with her to her feet.

She really was only wearing those damn leather panties... and her breasts were so full and pale... what would they look like just a little redder? They were already pink from chill.

Mari's scowl darkened - she was getting distracted again. Ugh - unseemly in a captor, maybe later, but certainly not now!

Mari took out the extra rope-cloth from her side-pouch and wrapped the strands tight around her captive's wrists, not tight enough to bruise, enough she would not escape easily. "Come." she instructed leading towards the wizard's domain, at the hilltop.

Defenseless, Sando could do little else but comply to the elder girl's demands. Reluctantly, she was dragged to her feet and held upright. Thick ropes bound her hands forcing her wrists tightly together.

As she looked to her side, Sando could notice her blade, lying on the ground. It was possible for her to make a rush for her, but it would have made the situation far worse.

With no other choice, Sando acknowledged and resigned herself to her fate, following Mari further up the hill and towards her destination.

Mari's first thoughts had turned naturally to wardrobe - she'd need a shirt... but somehow it just didn't seem entirely efficient. Yes. Efficient.... that was the word.

"You smell, either it's your sweat, or all that animal hide you wear." Mari realized she had no reason to make excuses for it, but it didn't feel right to just shove her toward the bath springs and say, "Bath. Now."

Sando froze in her tracks, in a certain sense of disbelief that she was now being forced into bathing. She may have been captured, but her quiet defiance still remained.

Disappearing behind a nearby dressing area, Sando went out of sight of the elder woman, so that she at least have the dignity of getting undressed without being watched.

She unclasped the remainder of her attire, hanging it loosely over the sides of the dressing area, numerous belts and straps could be seen dangling down as one by one, she removed every item of clothing.

Finally, she had finished undressing. In a rare display of words, Sando made one, very simple request - "Would you mind giving me some privacy?"

The outline of her thin, supple body could be seen behind the wall.

"I will. But don't even try to escape - the wizards palace is full of jinxes and spells - I'd know if you tried and you'd probably kill yourself in the attempt." Mari said keeping her voice level and her face in an approximation of a scowl.

It was difficult to do watching the lithe silhouette of the comely woman through the change curtain - after she'd already seen her breasts she was still so shy? Ah but she really did want to see.

Mari stepped outside as requested - her feet felt like lead as she moved them. She cursed to herself - why the hell was she letting her captive order her around? No! She wasn't going to march out back in there that instant! She wasn't thinking straight at all!!

"I'll stand just here as insurance." Her back was turned but she would hear it if the other woman tried her hand at escape. That and the mirror in the back would provide a nice view of her captive anyway.

Satisfied with the outcome, Sando emerged from behind her cover. A single, shapely leg stepped out from behind it, followed soon after by the rest of her body.

Her slender, supple frame was now exposed in its entirety, glistening with the sweat of their earlier battle, her skin a soft pearly white. Every facet of her form was seemingly sculpted to perfection.

From her long, flowing rivers of noir hair, to her voluptuous breasts, her smooth, curvaceous waist, all the way to her powerful, athletic legs. The centrepiece of this entire sculpture, was that which nestled between her silken thighs, decorated by a triangle of pubic hair, the same colour as her hair.

She gingerly approached the baths, keeping a watchful eye on her captor. She began to gently lower herself into one of the larger baths, her beautiful form disappearing beneath the water.

Mari nearly gasped but steadied her breath as her heart hammered, moon-gray eyes following the reflection of venusian legs to hips to back to dark hair, the supple of neck and spine, and with just a slight turn catching back on the full of breasts and the dark patch at her legs.

Lovely, beautiful, breath-taking... words paled in comparison to the reality reflected. Heat rushed through her blood again - it felt like she was facing down an opponent in battle once more - now she only fought with her will.

She heard the soft splash of water as Sando waded into the spring - and it strained. Mari rooted herself down refusing to turn - but then why had she even bothered with the 'bath' if she'd known it wouldn't be enough?

She barely heard it - the softest sigh as Sando relaxed into the bath - a feather-sound past pink and candied lips. Mari's rope on control strained and snapped.

With a quick snapping movement of wrist, a shrug of shoulders, and worm of hips she shed her cloth and scarf - and then she'd turned to the water - wading in - fast, with purpose.

Some strange and familiar want spurred her on until her hands tangled in dark hair and lips sought lips - a soft and yielding body pressed to another.

Sando barely had time to provide a reaction, as she felt the warmth of another body pressing against her own, her lips locked against those of another.

Her eyes widened at first, taken aback by the sudden urgency, and surprise of Mari's actions. As shock turned to gradual acceptance, Sando let herself go, disrobing the rest of her integrity as she became entranced by her opponent.

Her hazel eyes stared rather passionately into the eyes of her companion, as she willingly allowed herself to be intoxicated by this other girl, lost in her scent and warmth.

Sando's arms wrapped around her, embracing her, bringing her body closer to her own, as their bodies mingled in the gentle heat of the water. She sank back lower into the bath, her legs twisting around Mari's waist in a romantic embrace.

Mari wasn't sure what she had expected from the other fighter - but immediate surrender had not been one - she let her eyes fall shut.

Her hand loosened through the long threads of hair, to Sando's neck tilting the angle for better access, the smooth of her tongue tracing lips, sweet as imagined and better.

Her other hand had fallen to the woman's thigh, Sando's body willingly enough accepting the circumstance and feeling - and slowly, tentative but sure - how much Sando would let her?

The burning in her veins had become a fever-pitch fire and she needed to drown it in the other. Her hand drifting across her thigh, her backside, and her belly allowed fuller touch to Sando's the and soft damp fur of a more intimate place.

Sando lowered her head, resting it against the side of the bath as she allowed her captor to do as she pleased. It was an unusual and unexpected reaction, but there was something about this woman that Sando couldn't help but feel infatuated by.

It had been a long time since she had been involved with anyone intimately, a very long time. Her lips breathed a gentle moan at the touch of Mari's fingers, dancing across her inner regions.

In response, she lowered her legs, entangling them within Mari's own, her supple, silky legs grinding and rubbing against Mari, velvet flesh teasing and gliding across the elder girl's legs in a ballet of intensity.

Intoxicated by her scent, Sando continued to tease, her legs gliding against Mari's, seductively caressing them with her toes. Her large chocolate colored eyes looked ever so longingly into her, almost seeing her own lover in those eyes of hers.

Mari's toes curled response to Sando's returned enthuse - her sighs and moans the stoke to an ever growing fire - not enough, and so much.

Skin on skin, the muscle of fingers, toes, and mouth, tongue - twine, stroke, rub - a touch a taste a smell, and sound, texture and palatable color.

Mari's lips turned to Sando's throat and her hips pressed closer to the other's, the soft of her own inner place turned full toward Sando's, and she sighed and moaned as her hips moved to her.

That she would allow this, that somehow some part of Sando wanted this too - what thoughts were vanishing the tightened coil of want and desire and utter elation spurred on by a constant of that consent and reciprocation.

Then again with a grind and softening, the hug and pull of lips to lips, and wax and wane of action reaction pleasure and the clouded haze - desire, and more want.

The coil of rapture tightened.

Sando emanated a gentle moan, as waves of pleasure began to escalate throughout her body. Every fiber of her being, engulfed in these feelings. She embraced her arms around Mari, cradling her in their wild passion.

Her body and mind stood on the precipice of ecstasy, as her hips continued to buck in time with those of her opponent.

It was no longer a battle between swords and skills, but one between their own bodies. Sando glared into Mari's eyes, as it became clear now what her intention was - if she could not defeat Mari in combat, then she would defeat her in will.

Sando ground her waist, pushing and rubbing into her adversary, hoping to push her over the edge of climax before she succumbed to her own carnal pleasures.

Her slender hands ran through platinum hair, caressing it as her hips slid around Mari, her thin supple legs entangled with her opponent as the two of them became one.

She utilized her athletic body to its full potential, endeavoring to bring Mari to the brink, her inner regions embracing Mari's in sopping heat, her silken legs teasingly caressing her, tormenting her almost.

Mari felt the increased pressure and heat spurring through her partner's body - and mimicked in her own - dragging her along faster, almost losing her again in the waves of quick succession - pleasure, desire and heat and growing want need, and passion spurred rapture.

Mari's teeth tightened over the skin slightly - her hands firmly planted along Sando's hips to try and control the pace once more - the fire of her eyes both challenge and continuation of what began long before they'd entered here. It fueled her own will and drive to win on this new battleground.

Sando shot a glance at Mari, her initial reaction to Mari's advances now revealed as little more than a facade, an attempt for her to overwhelm her in a whole new form of 'combat'.

Despite Mari's efforts to tame her, Sando kept on and even hastened her pace a little. She continued to buck against her partner, putting to use every muscle in her body, every ounce of strength and sinew, into subduing her opponent.

Her moans escalating in tenacity, Sando thrust herself upon her, the moistness of her inner regions providing a natural lubricant. A tingling sensation began to permeate her body, to the tips of her toes.

Mari cursed internally - she should have recognized that look in the woman's eyes earlier - she should have known better. She scowled internally - Sando's erratic movements were haphazard and bold, and they ripped tumult of bliss through her body.

Sando had been physically stronger - and bothersome as it had become - if she could hold out longer - long enough - Sando had to be close as well.

Mari cursed again - an unintelligible moan as the coil snapped and ever nerve and fiber ending felt like an explosion and implosion simultaneously sending every thought and conception out of her head.

Her body taut and strong against the intense heat surrounding and driving into and through and around her - and then the universe was reduced to the tiny realm of her own perception - Mari's singular sensations that left a quiet wake in the path of it - a stroke of lightning and ecstasy.

Sando watched on as her adversary descended into a state of unconsciousness, seemingly passed out from their activities. Did it work?

Sando gradually ceased her ministrations, after having brought Mari to climax. She denied herself any further pleasure, having succeeded in what she had been attempting all along.

Long, slender legs emerged from the water, dripping onto the stone floor beneath her feet. Grabbing a nearby towel, she began to dry herself, before grabbing Mari's shed clothing and adorning it upon herself.

As she was about to depart, she stopped, and turned to face her beaten opponent, still half submerged in the baths, her wet silver hair dangling down over her forehead. Quietly, she blew a kiss towards her, almost as a sign of gratitude for the time she had.

It would be a good fifteen minutes later that Mari would wake up and curse everything in existence, but especially Sando. "I'm going to F^&K!$% KILL HER!!!"

The End?

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