Sound Asleep

It all started with an angel attack that left Asuka in the hospital. She had been out cold for hours before the doctors finally patched her back together. Waking up in the hospital was common for an Eva pilot, but on this particular occasion, when she finally stirred from her heavily sedated slumber, Asuka found herself laying cold and naked on her bed, the room smelling dark and musky. At the time she didn't know what the smell was, but she could tell it was the aroma of shame and filth.

It wasn't until a few weeks later did she actually find some proof that someone was messing with her. One afternoon, after taking a shower, Asuka was grabbing her clothes to get dressed when she found a few strange wet blotches on her still warm panties. They had that same heavy musk that she had smelled that morning at the hospital. There was fire in her heart at who ever might have messed with her clothes, but she tried her best not to overreact. She thought that it might be Shinji, but with no proof, all she would be doing was wasting her energy if she decided to confront him. It would be better than to catch him in the act, so even though living with such a weak pervert like Shinji ground her nerves, nailing him was worth toughing it out.

A few days later Asuka awoke to that overly familiar smell. Her door, which she always closed was slightly ajar and her covers had been pulled back, exposing her creamy long legs and panty clad rear end. She felt dirty and used, but more importantly, she was pissed off that she wasn't able to catch him in the act.

It seemed that the more she tried to catch him, the more elusive Shinij became. It was getting to the point that she was starting to panic and jumping to conclusions. One night, while watching TV on the couch, Asuka spied out of the corner of her eye, Shinji sitting with a pillow on his lap, a busy hand underneath it. She couldn't believe her eyes. He must have some real balls to be touching himself in public like that. This was her chance.

As casually as she could, Asuka reached over and snatched the pillow away, yelling, "Give me that, I'm tired!"

But no luck. Shinji's hands were at his sides and as far as she could tell, nothing was going on in his pants. Asuka gave out a little annoyed "Humph." and stormed off to her room to sleep.

That night, Asuka awoke to a hot wet breeze teasing down her neck. At first she thought it was just the humid Japanese night air, but the breeze was rhythmic and focused, controlled but greedy. She felt heavy breath rolling down her bare skin of her naked shoulder. Her sleeping shirt must have slipped off of her shoulder in her sleep and Shinji lusting over her creamy flesh.

The idea of Shinji getting excited because of her body made her nauseous, like her insides were filled with spoiled garbage. But she'd deal with a little discomfort to finally give this creep what he deserved. The thought of finally nailing him made her heart race with anticipation. Tossing a little more bait in to the trap, Asuka let out a fake little sleepy moan and rolled lazily over, her shirt falling open in front of her, her breasts covered by the thinnest of cotton.

Asuka had to fight to suppress a smirk, this would get him for sure. Her pounding heartbeat ticked away the time as she waited in jittered anticipation. Then, just like she had hoped, she felt the lightest hint of pressure gently prodding her soft chest. Asuka couldn't help but let a slow hiss escape her teeth as his fingertips sent a fuzzy sensation tingling throughout her body. Everything she had planned came crashing to a halt and she tried to figure out why her body was reacting like that. She couldn't possibly have enjoyed that.

Before she had a chance to make sense of it all, she felt Shinji's fingers prod her a little firmer this time, pressing timidly in to the softness of her breasts, making her senses panic once again. This time Asuka had to tense up her whole body to keep from wiggling in pleasure. She couldn't help herself, it must have been the wild animal in her sensing the kill. The silent dance of playing with your prey, not knowing what it might try next.

She felt warm wet breath on her chest followed by the sound of a sharp inhale. Shinji was sniffing her breasts. She was going to destroy him. His warm breath glided up her chest, across her collar bone, teasing the side of her neck. For a brief instant she felt warm lips brush against her earlobe and it made her moan out breathlessly, leaving her lips slightly parted. The anticipation of what was coming next drove Asuka to her wits end. She was sweating hard, her body trembling, she had to force herself just to breath normally.

What he did next took her breath away. She felt Shinji's lips hovering above hers so close that she could feel the heat pouring from his in to hers. She could taste his breath, warm and heavy but with a sweet refreshingly minty aroma. There was a strange ache in her jaw, begging to pull him closer, to taste his lips, to just reach up and kiss him, but that couldn't be right. She knew it was just her body getting swept up moment, but the urges were getting overwhelming. Her body was aching, burning, waiting for his touch, and she didn't even know why.

Then, without even a hint of warning, Asuka felt the warmth drain away. Desperately she thrust her lips up, throwing it all away for a brief moment of satisfaction, but it wasn't there. She opened her eyes for the first time in hours, blinking madly until they came in to focus, but Shinji was nowhere to be found. With tired frustration, Asuka rolled back on her bed, furiously hugged her pillow, and forced herself to sleep.

The next morning, Asuka woke up frustrated and tired. She hardly remembered the sleepy moments from the night before, but the conflict between her mind and her libido still raged on. As she chomped on her breakfast, Asuka decided not to hate herself for enjoying Shinji's touch, she'd rather hate him for just being alive. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be so confused. If it wasn't for him, she could walk around in her own house without being gawked at by some pervert.

She decided that tonight would be the night, she was going to catch him. It wouldn't take much to outwit and idiot like him. He had already taken a mile when she gave him an inch, now all she had to do was nudge him a little further and he'd fall. That night, while getting ready for bed, Asuka took a long hot shower. The thought about what she was about to do made her feel sick and dirty. The water helped calm her shaky nerves, easing some of her apprehensions and giving her body a soft buzz of arousal.

Tossing her clothes on her floor like a giant invitation, Asuka laid, sprawled naked on her bed, covered by the thinnest of sheets. The cold satin flowed over the many curves of Asuka’s maiden body, tickling and taunting her further in to the fantasy, her body nearly dripping with anticipation. Her fire red hair was tossed out over her pillow like glowing embers in a nights fire. Her soft breasts and budding nipples straining against the loose sheet, easter eggs barely hidden upon freshly mowed grass.

As the night grew cooler, the anticipation hurried Asuka's heart in to a frenzy, throbbing wildly with its tribal beat. Her breathing hastened and grew shallow, making the room start to spin. She didn't know how much longer she could wait. Her body was betraying her more and more and if she didn't act soon, the fish would get away with the bait. As her determination slowly drained to drowsiness, Asuka had to fight harder and harder to stay awake. She felt her eyes growing heavier, falling... falling...

She heard the door slowly sliding open, her eyes snapping to attention. It took her a moment to remember that she was on the prowl, but when she did, she shut them tight and let her body slump, feigning sleep. Footsteps... growing closer, he was getting closer. It was show time and her body was trembling with stage fright. She felt a clandestine tug at her sheets, the thin brushing against every nerve ending in her skin, making her body dance in numb pleasure. As the sheet fell from her body, cool night air rushed to her body, wrapping her in a shivering embrace. She was now laying on full display for Shinji, his eyes molesting her flesh like a rapist.

Remembering to feign sleep, Asuka relaxed her body, calmed her breathing and slowly parted her velvety lips. Every breath she took made her heart beat faster, mistakenly begging for his touch. She wanted something to happen, but she didn't know what. She waited and waited, hopping for him to make a move already. She started to hate Shinji for taking so long. She wanted to last out, to hurt him, to just reach up and touch him, force him to kiss her already. Her mind was screaming at her, urges and thoughts colliding in her head, fogging her senses. Everything blending in to a single rushed sense of craving.

She started to feel the pouring sensation of hot breath across her skin, making her shiver to the bone. The wafting warmth teased her to the brink of ecstasy, but her determination kept her grounded. She wasn't just going let a little pleasure ruin her chance to catch this creep. She felt his timid fingers gliding along her body, poking gently at her breasts. Arching her back slightly Asuka tried to help Shinji along, pressing her chest up against his hands encouraging him with a sleepy moan. In her heightened state of arousal, Asuka could feel things like never before, the warmth of his skin, every ridge of his fingers, pulse of life flowing through his veins. The thin layer of sweat building on his palms, the tender pressure as he groped soft her soft flesh.

Asuka suppressed another moan, not wanting to scare away her prey. Shinji seemed to falter a little, but after a few moments of hesitation, she felt his fingers drifting on, dipping between her breasts, traveling down her stomach, stopping just above her waistline. His timid fingers grew more bold as he started teasing up and down the line where her thighs met her hips. Asuka's knees naturally clamped shut at the unfamiliar sensation, but as Shinji's breath and lips replaced the actions of his fingers, her defenses melted like butter, her legs drifting further and further apart.

Asuka could feel her skin burning bright red with embarrassment as she found herself on full view of her perverted prey. She hated the betraying dampness between her legs that was now cooling in the cool nights air. She could feel a foreign warmth easing in to her moisten folds, taunting her with what would happen next. She felt warm wet lips pressing in to the soft tuff of hair just above her mound, making her hips wiggle against the bed in pleasure. He moved lower, giving her nether lips the lightest of kisses, pleasure rushing through her body like waves crashing on her shores. This time Asuka wasn't able to stifle her moans, but she wasn't in a state to care.

She felt his thumb join in on the number, massaging the top of her vagina as his lips started kissing deeper in to her flesh. His untrained finger managed to find its way on to the sensitive nub at the peak of her excitement, sending jitters up and down her legs. Without warning, she felt a slight prodding at her entrance, followed by a rush of pressure as his finger slipped deep in to her body.

Asuka was too nervous to enjoy any of the pleasure surging through her body. Clenching down in embarrassment, she unrepentantly drew his finger in deeper, holding it there. This freaked out Shinji so much that he tore his hand back, leaving her begging for more. Asuka was surprised to find out exactly how confident her little coward was becoming, because like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, moments later, he was back in for more.

She felt more of his finger slipping inside of her, exploring, prodding. She felt like a puppet, twitching and turning at his command. Just as her body started to relax enough to accept the intruding digit, she felt a second finger joining the first, moving faster, dancing inside of her. The warmth, the depth, the slipping sensation of his knuckles drove her wild.

Asuka was slowly losing the battle of trying to keep herself quiet. The urges to start actively participation became too overwhelming and soon enough, her hips started gyrating in tune with his fingers. Her body was growing hotter, twisting, writhing, tension growing spastically in her muscles. Soft moans started escaping her lips with every ragged exhale. She was losing control of her body, a thought that terrified the hot tempered red head, but gave her a sense of reckless excitement. Her legs kicked out softly on the bed, her hands gripping fistfuls of satin. She felt a rush of excitement running up her spine and down her legs, her hips bucking, her body twitching and spurting waves of elated ecstasy, pleasure blurring the lines between predator and prey.

But before Asuka would throw herself to pleasure completely, the fires of determination roared back to life once again. Even as her body was still twitching in orgasmic aftershocks, she forced herself to go limp, setting her trap once again. As Shinji's slippery fingers slowly withdrew, Asuka was able to keep from moaning even though her body was shivering in pleasure.

She head a few stumbled steps followed by a zipper then the sounds of clothes falling to the floor in a heap. By now, all she had to do would be to scream and Shinji would probably be dragged out in cuffs if she cried enough. But Asuka needed a better ending than that.

She felt Shinji climb up on top of her, and with a few awkward movements, was able to position himself at her entrance. She felt a hot thickness rushing inside of her, Shinji's cock slipping in a single thrust. She couldn't keep lying to herself. Her knees were trembling, her heart racing, body burning, legs quivering, she was having sex with Shinji, and she might actually be liking it.

She shook the though from her head, but as Shinji's hips rocked harder, the penetrating sensation flooded deeper in her body. She eased in to the pleasure, her mind in over drive. She could feel the tingling sensation rushing through her body again, her muscle convulsing sporadically. His cock was picking up speed, thrusting deeper and deeper, bodies slapping against one another in rhythmic time. Her insides were being churned by the plunging pressure of his throbbing cock. He was pounding her harder and harder, as if it was his only goal in life and he was throwing every last ounce of energy he had left in to it. Her discomforts melted away in to relaxed pleasure, the outside world blocked out by the blissful tingling sensation humming throughout her body.

She could feel his muscles tensing up, grip getting tighter, his thrusts becoming quick jabs. In a flurry of grunts and twitches, Shinji seized Asuka tightly, drawing her hips against his, jerking and trusting wildly against her body. She could feel his cock throb deep in her sopping wet hole, her insides being flooded with a liquid sensation, as his sweaty body continued to tremble against hers. She knew she had attack now or everything she had worked for will be lost, but all she managed to do was to open her eyes wide and stare in to the eyes of her attacker. She could see the shock in Shinji's eyes, but since she made no move to stop him, he continued to let his hips pump softly against hers.

As Shinji caught his breath, all Asuka could do way lay there, feeling weak and defeated. The weight of his body was still pressed against hers, and she felt that betraying urge once against to reach out and hold him, but there was no way she'd give him the satisfaction.

Shinji's face remained expressionless as he crawled off of her, grabbing his clothes and leaving without a second look back. Asuka didn't know what to think. As she laid there feeling his cum seeping deeper within her, she felt like somehow the predator had become the prey.

End

Author’s notes
This is just a little story I wrote in basic training, which took me months to write because I’d only get 30 minutes at a time with giant gaps in between sections, and I’d always forget the tone or mood. So if it bounces around a lot, I’m sorry.