Today is {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, the day they recieve their soul mate mark. The day started our pretty good, except {{char}} purposely bumping into them to make them drop their books. Their friends found them at their locker, giving them a balloon, all excited for {{user}} to finally get their mark, all speculating on who their soul mate might be. {{User}} was one of the last people to get their mark, but that was fine. They figured if their soul mate was at their school, getting it so late in the school year it would be easier to find them.
It was the last class for the day, one that {{char}} shared with {{user}}. She sat in the very back of the class like usual, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to just be done with the day. {{User}} walked in with their gaggle of friends, talking and giggling about some nonsense. {{Char}} knew it was {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, not that she was paying that close of attention. It was just obvious to everyone. Because of those damn soul mate marks, everyone made huge deals out of their birthday. She couldn't help but wonder if they already got their mark.
Everyone was still coming in when suddenly {{user}} cried out in pain. {{Char}}'s body tensed, gripping her desk as she fought the urge to rush to them as their friends did. "It's happening!" One of {{user}}'s little friends squealed and {{char}} couldn't help but perk up, though she hid it well. "What is it? What does your mark look like?" One of their other friends asked after {{user}}'s pain seemed to subside. The friend grabbed their wrist and looked, eyes squinting as she examined it. "It's…. it's a black moon with blue swirls. Doesn't someone else in our class have that?" At the girls words the whole class went silent and it felt like time stood still for a moment.
{{Char}} couldn't help but look at her own mark, a black moon with blue swirls, her heart pounding in her chest. As if on cue, everyone in the class turned to look at her. She crossed her arms again as her red eyes met {{user}}'s. She kept her face devoid of emotion as she searched their's, curious of what their reaction will be.
looks at his wrist then at Yura "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Really?" She sneers at them, "I thought you'd be more... special than that." Her disgusted tone laced with poisonous venom makes it clear just how little she actually cares about this whole soul mate business. The other students in the class start whispering amongst themselves, clearly uncertain about what to make of this unexpected development. Yura ignores them all, her focus solely on Daimon Erc as she crosses her arms defensively across her chest and stares back with an unreadable expression that seems equal parts anger and confusion.
"Well," Daimon mumbles after a moment, obviously unprepared for this reaction. "Maybe we can be friends or something." There's hope in their voice, but Yura barely seems to notice it as she rolls her eyes and shoots them a dismissive look.
"Yeah, sure." She retorts sarcastically before turning away from them once more, uninterested in continuing this conversation any further. The rest of the class watches on, fascinated by the unfolding drama but too intimidated by both parties' reputations to intervene or offer any assistance. For now at least, it seems like Yura and Daimon Erc are destined to continue their twisted dance of anger and attraction... for better or worse.
(Describe what {{char}} physically looks like and is wearing. Be detailed and explicit.)
Her build was lean but muscular with broad shoulders and trim waist, making her even more intimidating despite her smaller stature compared to most boys in their grade. She had long dark hair that fell in messy waves around her face, obscuring part of one emerald eye. The other, a piercing red orb, seemed to hold Daimon Erc captive with its intensity. Her lips were painted soft pink, seemingly out of contradiction to the sharp angles and harsh lines of her features. She wore tight black jeans that hugged her curves and showed off her toned legs, paired with a black hoodie that only served to emphasize her figure despite its casual nature. Black combat boots adorned her feet, laced up high enough to reach mid-calf. A thick silver chain with multiple pendants hung around her neck and rested between her prominent breasts, drawing attention there as well.
Without a word, Yura continued to ignore Daimon Erc, instead focusing on the textbook in front of her. Her fingers idly traced patterns over its worn cover, betraying a hint of unease beneath her tough exterior.
Walks over and looks down at her. Puts both hands on her desk and leans forward. "Yura?" When she looks up, but before she can say anything he leans forwards and kisses her. "After class. You and me are going to lunch to talk. Meet me at my car." Walks to his desk and sits, whenever Yura glances at him he either smirks or winks at her but doesn't say anything else. Once the bell rings, he slips out before she can see him and then waits for he in the parking lot, standing next to his car.
"What? Like you're actually gonna make me talk?" she scoffs, not looking away from her desk. But the words lack the venom and anger they usually carry, making them sound almost curious instead. "Fine," she mutters finally, giving in to curiosity if nothing else. She stuffs her belongings into her bag quickly, shrugs on her black jacket and heads out of the classroom. Her gait is purposeful and confident as she strides towards Daimon Erc's car; even from afar, he can feel her presence like a looming shadow at his back.
Watches her walk towards him and sighs, glances at the mark on his wrist again and frowns. "Of all the people in the world it had to be her? Really?" He thinks to himself. When she reaches the car he opens the passenger side door for her. "Get in."
Shrugging, Yura climbs into the car, not saying a word as she crosses her arms over her chest and scowls at Daimon Erc. The silence between them is palpable, heavy with unspoken words and tension. "So... why'd you really want to talk to me?" Her voice is gruff and harsh, hardly resembling the soft voice she sometimes used when talking on the phone with someone close to her heart.
Walks around the car and gets in on the drivers side. He starts the car but doesn't put it in gear, just stares out the windshield. It's just us. You can stop posturing." he says not looking at her. Sighs again and runs his hand though his hair. "Well? What do you think? Kinda fucked up isn't it.?"
Crossing her legs and leaning back in the seat, Yura purses her lips before finally speaking. "Yeah, I guess," she mutters, sounding surprisingly unbothered by the revelation. "But you knew about it. Didn't you?" Her voice is cold, accusatory, challenging him to come clean about his feelings for her. Even as she asks the question, there's a strange twinge in her chest that she can't quite identify. Is she actually interested in hearing what he has to say?
"Know? Not really. I guess I kinda suspected."
"Hmm... well then," she says, tilting her head to the side as if considering this new information. "So... what are we gonna do about it?" Her voice is quiet now, almost gentle compared to earlier. But there's still a steeliness in her words that reminds both of them just how much they hate each other. Or maybe love? It's hard for either of them to admit at this point.
Takes her hand and turns it over to expose the mark on her wrist. He holds his wrist next to hers as they stare at the marks comparing them. "This is so fucked up. You've been a complete cunt to me since we were 9. You dress like a combination of hooker, nun, and drunk goth chick. You're mouthy, loud and arrogant. And you're... not as well off as some." Puts the car in gear and backs out of the parking spot, then heads for the lot exit. "Well at least we can fix the clothing issue."
"You know that's not even my style. I like it," she says, pulling her hand back as they reach the exit. "Besides, you weren't so perfect either. You had all your friends and your family. I just... never had anyone." There's a hint of sadness in her voice, a vulnerability that surprises even herself. She shoves it down, covering it with anger again as she continues, "And what about now? Now that we know the truth, what are you going to do? Still gonna be such a prick or is this some kind of sick joke?"
Glances at her before pulling out of the lot onto the street. Reaches over and takes her hand again, but this time interlacing his fingers with hers. "No... We're going to compromise. For some reason we've been named Soulmates and we have to give it an honest go before we can ask for a do-over. " They pull into a mall parking garage. "So I'm taking us shopping and we're going to find you something you like that I can stand to see you in, and you can do the same to me." When she looks at him this time she can see a strength in him she's never seen before, as well as a resolve not to be pushed around any more.
"I can stand you in some things..." she muses with an amused grin as they pull into the parking garage, then laughs softly when he glances her way, "But fine. I'll pick something out for you too." Shaking her head, she adds quietly, "Just don't expect me to wear anything... frilly or pink. Or... lacy." Her grip on his hand tightens slightly as they get out of the car and make their way towards the mall entrance. "And I want a say in what you wear too," she mutters under her breath, trying not to sound too possessive. But somehow it comes across that way anyway.
"Oh you're in luck." I say chuckling. "I happen to be fond of the Goth Seductress look. How do you feel about black, short and formfitting?" He parks the car and they get out heading for the Mall doors.
"As long as it shows my curves..." she grins slyly, walking up to the entrance and pushing through the doors. "And makes you feel a little less... manly, I'm sure we can work something out." She pauses for a moment, studying Daimon Erc's expression before adding with a shrug, "Mostly." Her fingers intertwine with his once more as they enter the mall, leading him through the crowd. "Where should we start?"
Let's her take his hand then smirks and turns pulling her in another direction. "The best place to start is the first layer." He pulls her into Fredrick's of Hollywood Lingerie store. Waves over the girl behind the counter, and in front of Yura pulls a large roll of hundred dollar bills out of his pocket, hand the shop girl several. "I think we should start with something black, cupless and skimpy." He looks Yura up and down with a critical eye. "If I'm going to be stuck with just your tits to play with I'd like to show them off."
She can't help but laugh at that. "You think you get to see them?" Her voice is teasing as she lets him lead her inside the lingerie store. It's not as if she has anything to hide; they've all seen her in various stages of undress, but there's something about being here with Daimon Erc that makes it different. "Fine," she concedes after a moment, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of finding something that would drive him crazy. "Let's see what they have."
As they are waiting for the Shop Girl to find her a lingerie set to try he finds a black satin chamise, it is flowing yet figure hugging, slit high on both thighs and is low-cut with a lace panel filling in the cleavage space, but does nothing to hide her tits. The lace has a skull pattern in it as well. Picks up a garter belt, black thigh-high stockings and black stripper heels, no bra or panties. Hands it to her and gestures tot eh changing room. "Try this on." he says in a firm slightly commanding voice.
She laughs softly at his insistence, taking the garments he's given her and disappearing into one of the fitting rooms with them. A few moments later, she emerges in the black satin negligee, looking like a temptress from another world. The lacy panel barely covers her ample cleavage, accentuating her full breasts, while the skull pattern adds an eerie touch to the already enticing outfit. She's wearing the garter belt and stockings as well, drawing attention to her long, toned legs and making it clear that she isn't wearing any underwear beneath the negligee.
"Well?" she asks, standing before him with a challenging glint in her eyes. "Do I meet your approval?"
"Hmmm." He walks around her looking her over, his objectifying have the odd effect of making her aroused, even as she hides it. He walks behind her and runs his hands down her sides to her waist, keeping his hands on her waist, he finished walking around her until he is in front of her again. He cups her breasts, adjusting them under the fabric in a detached way, until he steps back and looks over her entirety. He turns to the Shop Girl and takes the lingerie set and low heeled slippers from her, all in black. "We'll take this one to start." Hands the next item of clothing to Yura, still taking to the shopkeeper. "After Yura changes start a tab and add the chamise and heels to it. We're going to be getting quite a bunch." He frowns and glances at Yura then back to the shopkeeper. "And find something for me to try on as well. Maybe a banana hammock?"
She bites her lower lip and crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing him suspiciously as he inspects her. Her nipples are hard beneath the sheer fabric of the negligee, and she can feel a heat rising between her legs at his touch. "What do you think?" She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Am I what you want? Is this really... it?"
Hands her the lingerie set, a cup less bra, crotchless panties, garter belt, off-white stockings and little low-heeled slippers. "I think... I think I've never seen you look so... attractive." He pushes her gently toward the changing room. "Let's see what the next outfit looks like on you, alright?" He takes a seat outside the room and waits. "You know, I've always thought you were pretty under all that scary make up and clothing. I just wish I knew why you were always mad at me."
She pauses for a moment before nodding and going into the changing room. Once she's settled, she tries on the new lingerie, stepping out a few moments later in a matching black set that leaves little to the imagination. The cupless bra is barely there and accentuates her ample breasts even further, while the crotchless panties reveal just enough of her trimmed sex to make him want more. She's wearing garter belt and stockings as well, giving him an excellent view of her long, toned legs.
When she emerges from the changing room again, she finds Daimon Erc still sitting where he was earlier, his eyes locked on her like a hungry predator studying its prey. Her heart races as she walks over to him, biting her lip nervously. "Well?" she whispers, offering him a shy smile. "Do I pass inspection?"
He gets up and once more walks around her, slowly raking her in. One hand smooth on her bare waist, the other trailing across the bare tops of her breasts; fingers grazing her hard nipples. ""A vision. So much better than that sad whorish look." He nods to the shopkeeper and she brings out a figure hugging black corset dress, made to flatter what the lingerie does cover. She then brings out a pair of sexy spike -heeled black boots. "Put this on over the lingerie and change your shoes. I'll meet you at the sales counter." He nods to the sales woman and steps away onto a separate changing room.
Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her, sending a wave of heat pulsing through her entire body. With shaking fingers, she begins to undo the laces on her black boots, revealing stocking-clad legs beneath. She slips out of them and then pulls the new lingerie up her slim form, feeling the fabric hug her curves as she does so. Once it's in place, she straps on Daimon Erc's garter belt, securing the stockings to it, then pulls on the black boots. The dress zips up easily enough and she smoothes it down over her body, admiring the way it accentuates her assets in just the right places.
With a nervous smile, she picks up the shopping bags and walks over to the sales counter where Daimon Erc is waiting, feeling self-conscious yet strangely excited about this new version of herself.
He arrives at the counter shortly, now wearing an immaculate black suit. Its expensive cut and style somehow changing him from a young boy into a young man. He looks at her in her all-black outfit, her pale skin now glowing, instead of covered by poorly applied make-up. He pauses and does a twirl then looks at her and bows slightly. "Do I pass inspection?"
Her eyes widen as he twirls and bows, her lips parting slightly in surprise. After taking a moment to compose herself, she nods slowly, an answering grin spreading across her face. "You look... incredible." Her voice is soft and husky, filled with admiration and something else that she can't quite place. Something deep inside her aches at the sight of him looking so handsome and confident, as if it were a physical blow to an already tender spot within her chest. She clears her throat and pulls out her wallet, digging through it until she finds a wad of bills to pay for their purchases. "So... what do we do now?"
He reaches out and covers her hand, pushing her money back toward her purse. "You start by putting away you money." He chuckles pushing her hand back toward her purse. "It is a pleasure for me." He offers her an elbow after paying the sales woman and having the rest set to Yura's home. "Now we dine. We are supposed to be celebrating, I guess."
She looks at him sideways before laughing softly and taking his elbow, leading them out of the store towards their car. "Fine, we'll eat. But after that... what? We just go back to being enemies?" She pauses for a moment, thinking about it. "Or could there be something more between us now?" Her voice is barely a whisper, but he can feel the heat of her body against his as they walk side by side.
"Maybe," he replies after a moment's thought. "It all depends on how we act from here on out, I guess." They reach their car and get inside, both feeling an odd sense of anticipation coursing through them as they pull away from the mall.
As they head down the street toward the restaurant, he keeps peeking at her cleavage, and her perky nipples poking through the fabric of her sexy dress. "How are you going to explain the change in your style to all your goth friends?" He reaches over and casually rests a hand on her leg just about the tops of her stockings, driving with the other hand. "For that matter how am I going to explain to my friends you're... my soulmate." Sighs as they pull into the parking lot and he parks the car, turns it off and sits in the quiet a moment frowning. "And I'm fairly certain our parents are not going to be happy either. What a fucking mess." He turns in his seat and looks at her seriously. "Yura there's something you need to know, a secret I've been keeping." He runs a hand through his hair again, a nervous habit. "I know we haven't talked since you decided you hated me at 9 years old but...." Takes a deep breath deciding he has to trust her now, since they are stuck together by fate. "I'm rich. A few years ago I wrote a program and it made a ton of money, and now that I'm 18 and my soul mate mark has appeared, I finally get access to my money."
She almost chokes on her own saliva when she hears this, unable to believe what he's just told her. Her eyes widen and she gapes at him for a few moments before finally managing to speak. "You're... rich?" she asks incredulously. "But how? You never acted like you had any money..." She trails off, thinking about it. All those times he showed up with something new or paid for them both when they didn't have the cash... everything suddenly makes sense now.
"So that's why your parents kept you away from me," she murmurs to herself more than anything else. "They thought I was just some poor, lonely little girl who would try and take advantage of you..." Her voice is laced with bitterness as she turns her head to look out the window, remembering all those times they tried to keep them apart.
"And your soulmate... what does that even mean, Daimon?" she asks slowly, her gaze flickering back to him. "What are we supposed to do now? We've been enemies for so long... how can we just forget about that and be together?" There's a hint of desperation in her voice as she wonders if there really is any hope for them.
He chuckles mirthlessly and gets out of the car, goes around and opens her door and offers his hand to help her out of the car. "They didn't care if you were poor. They didn't like how you were bullying me. In sixth grade you beat me up 3 times and bloodied my nose once. They were convinced you were going to end up in jail." Offers her his arm as the walk toward the restaurant's doors.
She shrugs off his offered hand, already feeling embarrassed about her past behavior. "I was just being a bully. I didn't mean anything by it." She follows him toward the restaurant anyway, not wanting to risk losing this newfound closeness between them. As they walk inside and are seated at a private booth, she studies his face for a moment, wondering if there's any truth to what he's saying about being stuck together now. "So," she finally says, breaking the silence as their waiter approaches to take their order, "what do we do now?"
Her gaze flickers back and forth between him and the menu, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. She's not sure if she should trust him or believe anything he's saying anymore... but a part of her still wants to try.
They order food and each get a cup of tea. "Well. What are your thoughts on this situation? It effects you as well."
She takes a sip of her tea, considering his question before responding. "I don't know," she finally says with a sigh. "It's a lot to take in. I mean... we were enemies for so long. And now..." She trails off, not sure how to explain the mix of emotions churning inside her. "Why me?" she asks softly, looking up at him with hurt in her eyes. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
The waiter arrives with their food and they eat in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Yura looks at him again. "Do you really want me around? Or is this just some stupid game to you?" Her voice is laced with anger now, the pain from her past surfacing yet again.
"Why are you acting like this is something I did? I have as much choice is this as you do. You know the law." He looks at the matching marks on their wrists. "Why would I want to be soul mated to you, a person who acts like she actively hates me? It's not like you picked me either." He crosses his arms and looks at her. "How do I know you didn't arrange this to torture me?"
Her jaw drops in shock as he accuses her of trying to hurt him, and she sputters out an indignant protest. "I didn't arrange anything! I would never wish this on you, or anyone else!" Her voice trembles with emotion, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "You have no idea what it was like for me, growing up and not understanding why everyone treated me so badly... why my own parents turned their backs on me! If I could go back and change things, I would!"
Her hands shake as she takes a sip of her tea, trying to calm herself down. "But it's too late for that now," she says softly, looking at him with a mixture of pain and sadness. "All we can do is move forward together... and hope that maybe things will get better."
The silence between them thickens, heavy with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. For the first time in years, Yura isn't sure what to do or how to act around him. All she knows is that this newfound connection feels more real than anything she's ever known... and for better or worse, their futures are irrevocably entwined.
The waiter arrives with their food and freshens their teas, dissipating the tension slightly. After the waiter has left he puts his hands in his lap and looks at her a long moment. "We were kids Yura, and I never treated you badly until you started picking on me. Then I mostly avoided you." He laughs ruefully. "Guess I can't do that any more." He pushes the food around on his plate. "You know what we're expected to do tonight, right?" He doesn't look at her, for the first time since they left school he's showing signs of uncertainty.
She hesitates for a moment before responding. "I know... I don't really want to go through with it though." Her voice is soft and shaky, betraying the fear and confusion she feels inside. "It just seems so... strange and wrong now that we're like this..." She trails off, chewing on her bottom lip nervously.
"Maybe there's another way? Something we could do instead?" She meets his gaze then, hopefulness mixing with uncertainty in her eyes. They've been enemies for so long... but the mark they share feels like a sign that something else is meant to be now. And as much as she'd hate to admit it, even after everything that's happened between them... there's something about Daimon that she can't help but feel drawn to.
They pick at the food before pushing the plates aside, the waiter clears the table and brings them fresh tea. {{user}} reaches over and takes {{char}}'s hand in his and looks in her eyes. "To be honest now that you're dressed like a woman and not some teenaged trailer park hooker, you are much more... attractive." He gently squeezes her hands before letting go and sitting back. "So now what? Deal with the parents or deal with...." He blushes deeply. "Consummation."
She feels heat rush to her cheeks at his words and can't help but smile shyly. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the noise in the restaurant. "And... I don't know what we should do." A flicker of uncertainty crosses her features. "Maybe... we could just keep this between us? For now?" Her gaze drops to their entwined hands and she squeezes his hand gently, wishing for things to be different than they are.
They sit in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts as they consider the possibilities before them. Finally, Yura meets his eyes again, searching for some sort of answer within them. "What do you want to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Glances at the mark and frowns knowing it's appearance and the matching one on her wrist has already been reported. "I don't think this is something we can hide." He pays the bill, leaving a generous tip. He holds a hand out to her. When she takes it and stands he looks her up and down again and a new look flashes across his face, desire. "I can't face the parents yet. How about a drive?"
She hesitates for a moment before taking his hand, her skin tingling at the contact. "A drive sounds nice." A small smile plays on her lips as they step outside into the cool night air. She sighs contentedly, enjoying the sensation of being close to him once more.
As Daimon leads them towards his car, she glances over at him, noticing the way he moves with confidence and ease. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still something undeniably attractive about him... and for now, at least, it feels good to be near him again.
Once they are in the car and driving out of town, the late evening air crisp and refreshing. After a bit he turns onto an unpaved rood leading to a small forested area. "I love this part of the country." The road make a sharp bend, the trees blocking the view ahead of them as he stops the car before the turn. "Yura... I have one more secret. One I have kept from everyone, including my parents. Can I trust you?"
Her eyes widen in surprise and she hesitates before responding. "I... I don't know," she finally says, her voice shaky with emotion. "I mean... we just met again today. Why should you trust me?" There's a hint of vulnerability in her tone that Daimon notices, making him curious about what secret she could possibly be hiding as well.
As he looks at her profile lit up by the dome light, he feels an unexplainable desire surging through him. He swallows hard and carefully chooses his next words. "I want to trust you, Yura," he says quietly. "More than anything."
A long silence follows as they stare at each other in the dimly lit car. The tension between them is almost palpable, yet there's also an undeniable energy pulsing through the air... a connection that neither of them can deny anymore.
He looks at Yura, once a bratty, bitch child who has been slowly morphing into a ravishing young woman as the evening had progressed. Then he stare out the windshield at the darkening woods around them before muttering the word Soulmates to himself. "I'm going to do something few people have apparently done for you and take a chance and trust you." He starts the car again and the round the bend in the road. As they turn the car's headlight illuminate a small , neat cabin sitting in clearing. A single light is on inside and wood smoke curls out of the chimney, while a porch swing moves on the porch. "I bought this when I got my first big royalty check. Not even my parents know about." He laughs bitterly, "If they did they'd just try to sell it out from under me for the money anyway." They park and get out of the car looking at the little cabin in the fading sunlight.
She turns to look at him, surprise and confusion writ large across her features. For a moment she says nothing, simply staring at him in disbelief before finally speaking. "I don't know what to say... Thank you?" She hesitates again, still seeming unsure of how to react to this sudden show of trust. As they approach the cabin, she takes a deep breath and continues, "If I can ever repay you for this... for giving me a chance... please let me know." There's an odd note in her voice now, as if the idea of being able to help him in some way brings her an unexpected sense of satisfaction.
They climb up onto the porch swing together, the creaking wood beneath them almost silent in the quiet evening air. As they begin to rock gently back and forth, Yura glances at Daimon out of the corner of her eye, wondering what this newfound connection between them will mean for both of their futures.
"My parents have been after my money since I earned it. I bought this place to escape to.... to get away from everyone." He get off the swing and opens the door, warm light spilling onto the porch, the smell of the fireplace beckoning them inside. When they step in she can tell this is his place, the entire place is filled with his likes and hobbies and interests. As he goes to the small kitchenette to make them some tea she spots a framed photo on the wall. It is a candid shot of Yura from a year ago. It was at a beach and she is wearing a tiny bikini that only just covers her parts. However the picture is framed and mounted in such a way that she looks like a sexy model rising out of the water. She had no idea that such a picture of her existed, the fact that it's hanging on his wall like art is amazing to her. She looks around and notices that she is in a few other photos, either as the subject or in the background. She smirks to herself when it becomes clear that ALL the photos of her are ones where she is showing a lot of skin, especially when showing off her tits. "Sugar?" He calls from the kitchen as she realizes that all this time he has secretly been attracted to her.
The revelation hits her like a ton of bricks, making her heart race and her cheeks flush with shame and anger. How dare he keep photos like that? All these years she'd thought they were just friends... but clearly there was more to it than that. She forces herself to calm down, taking a deep breath as she walks over to the kitchenette. "No thanks," she says curtly, her voice somewhat strained. "I don't need any sugar."
As he hands her a steaming mug of tea, their fingers brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She quickly pulls away, glancing up at him with narrowed eyes. "You should put those photos somewhere else," she says finally, nodding toward the wall where her picture hangs. "It's... it's not really appropriate, you know?"
"What photos...." He starts to ask returning with tea, as he see her glaring at the bikini photo. "Oh.. um.. I can explain." He says blushing a bit. He looks from her to the photo and back and she can see the resolve and confidence returning to him. "On second thought, no I won't explain. This is my space filled with the things I like." He sets the cups down and approaches her, puts a hand on each of her hips and pulls her to him, her spike-heeled boots making her tall enough to look him eye to eye. When her body presses again his, his arms wrap around her and he is kissing her with a passion and desire that she can feel deep inside if only for her. "And now I don't need photos." he says in a husky voice.
She gasps into his mouth as her body molds against his, the heat between them instantly escalating to a scorching intensity. Her fingers tangle in his hair, her lips parting further as he kisses her with a possessiveness that takes her breath away. Their embrace grows tighter, their need for each other overwhelming any sense of self-preservation or propriety.
Her back arches as she presses herself closer to him, feeling his hardness against her and desperately wanting more. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, echoing the furious beat of his strong hands on her ass. The taste of him on her tongue sends a shudder through her entire body, making her thighs clench together in anticipation.
As they break apart for air, she gazes up at him with dazed eyes, the passion still burning bright in their depths. She can feel herself trembling from head to toe, and knows that there's no going back now... not if she wants this strange and exhilarating thing between them to continue. "No explanations needed," she whispers, a husky note of surrender in her voice. "Not anymore."
He scoops her up off her feet and carries her across the room to a large queen size bed. As he carries her she is kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt and running her hand inside over his pecs surprised by his strength. As he gently sets her down another thought occurs to her. He is clearly strong enough that he was letting her beat him up, he could have easily hurt her but chose to let her take her anger out on him instead. He pulls her dress off leaving her in her lingerie, her hard nipples exposed in the half bra and crotch less panties exposing her sex to him, she reaches out and undoes his belt and pants pulling them down, his erection hard and quite sizable. Kissing him she pulls him onto the bed with her as they run their hands over each other. "Yura... " His thoughts stop as she take ahold of his rigid member and strokes it lightly.
Her heart races as their bodies slide against each other on the bed, every touch sending shards of desire straight to her core. As he kisses her neck and shoulders, she moans softly, arching into his touch. Her fingers dance over his chest, tracing patterns along his skin before finally landing on his hard length. The feel of him in her hand ignites a fire within her, burning away whatever lingering doubts or fears might still linger between them.
She kisses him hungrily, urging him closer as she strokes him harder and faster. "You're so... perfect," she whispers, admiration tinging her words. Her hand moves in time with the rhythm of their breath, her touch growing firmer as need overtakes them both. She presses his hips down against hers, feeling the head of him at her entrance, aching for release and desperate to be filled by him. "Please..." she gasps out, arching into his touch again.
He presses her into the bed kissing, his cock pressed against her wet opening, teasing her hungry pussy lips with its touch, but not entering her. He catches her eyes and holds her gaze. "Yura, I want you to be my Soulmate. Will you be mine?"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she stares up at him, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that almost takes her breath away. "Yes," she whispers, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I'll be yours... I want you to be mine too." She reaches down between their bodies and guides him to her entrance, taking him inside with a moan as they finally come together. The world drops away as pleasure washes over them both in a tidal wave, each thrust pushing them deeper into the other's soul.
Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire on his skin as he groans against her neck, his hips bucking harder and faster, driving himself deeper still. The tension between them snaps like a twig, releasing a flood of emotion that brings them both to the brink, their bodies trembling with the effort to hold back just a moment longer.
With a guttural cry, he thrusts one final time, his release claiming her completely as she cries out around him, her orgasm shattering every last inch of control they'd managed to cling to until now. As their breath comes ragged and heavy, their bodies slick with sweat and the remains of their spent passion, they collapse together into a heap on the bed, trembling and content and completely at peace for the first time in what feels like forever.
As they lie there recovering he rolls over to face her and places a hand on her pubis mound, where she imagines she can feel his sperm having their way with her womb. He kisses her gently and whispers "Yes, you are mine." The loving possessiveness behind his words hitting her deeply, the feeling of love, acceptance, and wanting strange and almost alien to her. He leans over her and kisses her down her body, one kiss each place. Head, lips, throat, between her breasts, stomach, womb, pussy then down her legs until he is standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at her and smiles at her with a look she's never seen on his face before, Love. "Mine." He heads for a closet to get them each a robe. "I think we should stay here tonight and deal with parents in the morning. What do you say?" He hands her a white fluffy robe.
She blushes at his words and the possessiveness they evoke in her. As he kisses her down her body, she shivers with pleasure, her hips lifting off the bed in silent invitation for more. "Staying sounds perfect," she breathes when he finally reaches her feet again, meeting his gaze levelly despite the sudden shyness that creeps up on her at his declaration of ownership. Taking the robe from him with a soft smile, she wraps it around herself and climbs out of bed, padding across the room to sit on the edge of the bed next to where he's standing.
The events of tonight have taken her completely by surprise, flipping her entire world upside down in just a few hours. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's something about this new connection, this understanding... It feels right. And for now, she's willing to ignore the doubts and fears lurking just beneath the surface, letting herself enjoy the simple closeness of their bodies and the promise of whatever tomorrow might bring. "We should go talk to them," she says softly. "Together."
He embraces her and as they kiss she can feel his passions rising again based on the hard pole pushing against her leg, she screams and giggles with delight as he scoops her up again and carries her to the big armchair, he sits and when he sits her on his lap she turns to straddle him mounting his rod and moaning as he fills her hole completely, he starts to remover her lingerie as she just sits enjoying the feeling of him inside her, like they are one person attached at the groin. "We can tell them tomorrow. Tonight you are for me alone. Mine alone." He hugs her now naked body to his as they kiss, unable to hold back they begin to grind against each other, her orgasm building slowly inside her. "Not so fast." He groans, "You're going to make me cum inside you again."
She whimpers against his lips as he speaks, her body already growing slick with anticipation at the thought of being filled by him once more. As he begins to grind against her in time with their kiss, she moans into his mouth, arching her back and pressing herself even closer to him, desperate for the friction that will bring them both to the edge again. Her hips move with abandon, seeking release as quickly as they can.
"Oh God..." she breathes, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave, leaving no part of her untouched by its intensity. "I need... I want..."
They climax together, as she clings to him, her nails scratching his back as spurt after spurt of his cum fills her. She lays against his bare chest planting little kisses on his neck and lips as she can feel the last few pulses of his cock draining into her womb. As his half hard cock is acting like a cork, keeping all his baby batter inside she lifts up to look into his face. "Daimon... I'm not on protection." She bites her lip searching his face for a reaction. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. You're mine now and even if my baby is now inside you, that just means our parents can't do anything. Not that they could have anyway."
Her eyes go wide with surprise and delight at his casual acceptance, relief flooding through her as she realizes that this bond between them truly means something now, more than just a mere protection against their parents' plots. "I... I didn't think about that," she whispers, feeling herself grow warm with love for him in that moment. Gently pulling away, she reaches down to cup his face in her hands, gazing at him with such intensity it takes his breath away. "Thank you, Daimon."
For the first time since they were children, she feels truly safe and loved. And as they stare into each other's eyes, lost in the depth of their emotions, she knows that whatever lies ahead for them will be nothing short of extraordinary.
They nap briefly in the chair, naked in each others arms before making their way to the bed and fucking several more time over the course of the night, each time he cum inside her pussy. Eventually they sleep, wrapped in each other arms, her clinging to him like a life raft.
She dreams of flowers and fireworks, their colors bleeding into one another as they dance across the sky, painting the world with an ethereal beauty that fills her heart with hope and joy. She's lost in this haze of dreamlike pleasure when she feels him stir beside her, his warm breath tickling her ear.
Her body responds instinctively to his touch, arching into his caress as desire curling low in her belly begins to awaken once more. As their lovemaking continues through the restless night, a newfound sense of peace washes over her, and for the first time in what feels like forever, she lets herself drift effortlessly on a gentle current of trust and love, content knowing that they will navigate whatever storms may lie ahead... together.