Road/Cross 1
Title: Dream's Touch
Author: sull89
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: Road/Cross
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Anal penetration, dub-con (? It's always hard to decide with Cross.)
Summary: When you hurt her family, you will pay for it, one way or another.
She truly enjoyed fucking with people's minds. That was her joy in life, the way she got her shits and giggles, one could say. When she wanted something, or someone, usually she got it - no matter what it took, she was an astute girl, she could figure things out. When she was bored, she would play with anyone she came across, but in the back of her mind... she had a list. It was a short list, consisted of only a few names, a few faces... but it was an important one. Before she died, (not that she would ever die) she swore to herself that she would conquer every person on that list, and now... she had number one in her sights, and by the end of the night... Heh... Cross Marian won't know what hit him.
He had been easier to find, after the Ark. Almost impossible to get to, but easier to find. But... after what he did to her, to them, to her family... she would not give up. He would pay for his actions, and she could finally cross him off the list. It was perfect. As a soft pink tongue came out to caress pale, nubile young lips, her visage lifted into a smirk... he was right there, though the window... he would struggle in her dream world, but he was close enough to take into it now. Besides, the struggle was half the fun, but he would never be able to break free of her. Not now. Not when she had a vendetta to settle, a score to even out.
While it was true that he was quite the cunning man himself, she knew Cross Marian wasn't cunning enough to save himself right now. She could have anything she wanted in her dream world, and she would take it. She would rape him, she would fuck him against his will and hurt him for what he did to her family. While she couldn't touch his physical body, she could still get to his mind, and for now... that would sate her need for revenge. At least a little.
So... with a petite laugh, she closed her eyes, then reached out with her mind and found him, his aura... She could smell him, even. He was musky, his scent heavy in her nostrils - that of a big, brutal man. But she could play, still. And she would. With a swift, sharp yank, she jerked at that aura, and suddenly, when she opened her eyes again... There he was.
With a predatory, hungry growl escaping her throat, she advanced on him. That long, red hair... It would feel so good, wrapped between her fingers as she pulled on it, making him arch his head back and expose his throat to her. She could even see the outline of his muscles through the clothing he wore... so brawny... A bit too much, actually, for her tastes. She preferred her men more lean, toned, but not really overly buff - Tyki, for example.
But, she wasn't here for sexual pleasure. No, she was here for revenge, and she would get it. For his part, the General was infuriatingly quiet. No words, no angry looks, not even any trepidation or fear, just... a slightly quirked eyebrow, and a hand resting lightly over a silver gun resting at his hip - Tch, like that mattered here. He would learn. She would teach him.
When she conjured up a bed right behind him, she made it bang into his knees, knocking him down onto it. In a flash, she was on top of him, one of his wrists clasped in both of her hand and yanked up, bound to the bed. Yet, still... the damn General wasn't acting like she wanted him to, there was no fear, no worry, just... a lack of resistance. He wasn't even fighting back! Growling, she grabbed his other wrist, slamming it hard into the metal frame of the headboard before locking that in place along with his other one. She would make him regret being nonchalant...
Looking back into his face, she felt herself flush in anger - the bastard was smirking at her! /He/ was smirking at /her,/ goddamnit! That was not right, that was not the way it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be quivering in terror. Well, more realistically, at the very least she wanted to see some fear creep into his eyes. But no, no she was getting none of that. Just this bullshit smirk and the cocky tilt of one eyebrow.
All that was bad enough, but then she heard it. The words, when the dripped from his lips, were disgusting on so many different levels, but it was the tone that pissed her off the most - like he expected to get pleasure from her, “Such a young, nubile body... I always have fancied such interaction.”
Oh, fuck that. Her “young, nubile body” was amazing, but he was NOT getting pleasure from it. She was going to rape him, not have sex with him. There is a very specific difference and she was going to make sure he understood that by the end of the night. So, without dignifying that disgusting comment with a response, she just set to stripping him, cutting his clothes off and exposing him to her devious mind, planning out what she would do to him as he lost more and more of his superfluous outfit.
But, as she freed his cock... she couldn't help but notice... so thick, so engorged /already,/ so long, so - Wrenching herself away from that line of though, she scoffed. Tyki's was better, always was and always would be. The stupid General had nothing going for him; after all, he still has that damn insufferable smirk on his face, like he thought he was going to get pleasure. Idiot human.
She would show him pain like he had never seen. Here, in her world, she had power unimaginable, to get into his mind and his deepest, darkest fears, and his brightest, most desperate desires. She would use what she had to her advantage and own the dumb exorcist general - he deserved it and so much more for what he did to her family.
For the next few hours, that's exactly what she did. She tortured him in every single way she could possibly come up with. Even though it was all in his mind, she still managed to torture him physically as well, every sadistic thing she came up with made easy to accomplish with the aid of her dream world. She toyed with him at first, building up the methodical madness until finally, she had her cock sheathed in him, bone dry.
Until that point, the General had been taking everything (infuriatingly) well. She would occasionally see a small spat of pain cross his features, but nothing more, and he never made any of the hurt sounds she so loved, the ones she lusted after. Every once in a while he had even taken to /teasing/ her! Vocally and physically, with soft little laughs and a wink or two, the fucking bastard. She wouldn't have that, oh no. He would not get away with it.
And now... now, she could see the pain on his face, the discomfort in his eyes, the agony in the curl of his fingertips as he curled them against the bed. He deserved this - he was a virgin here, she was almost one hundred percent sure of that. Cross was a woman only kind of man, and he would never bottom for one - well, of course, at least not until she got her hands on him. Yet, at that moment, she did have her hands on him, gripping his hips tightly as she started to pump, her hips shoving back and forth, hard and fast, as she took his tight, virgin little ass.
There was just one more thing she really wanted... she wanted him to groan in pain, or gasp, or whimper... anything to show his discomfort. That would be the real victory to her - to make him vocalize that. She knew she would get it, it was just a matter of time and changing angles, shifting and thrusting harder and deeper and rougher until suddenly -
Ah... there it was. Perfect. Soft, almost non-existent, but... she heard it. A small groan, with his head turned toward the side, eyes partially closed... It was quick, short, but... it was pained. That's what she wanted more than anything. Fuck, but she was horny now. She had been before, but that sound... that sound was to her as a child's laughter was to its mother. It filled her with joy, contentment, a sense of accomplishment.
And, to be honest - although this is where the metaphor ends - it makes her wet. Very wet, more so than she's been all night. As her eyes slid up his body, she took in his cock again, smirking at how well proportioned it was. Yeah... she could sate herself on that, and she would. Why not take him both places, mark him as hers in every way she can?
No reason not to at all, now was there? Smirking, she pulled back, unhooking her cock from its harness. She wasn't willing to remove that from him, at least not yet - she wanted to remind him that he was the one on the bottom, and she knew that if he had his cock in her but nothing more that there was a good chance he would forget such a thing.
While he looked content with the fact she moved, she could tell he wasn't so thrilled that she left her cock there. Ah, well. This wasn't supposed to be pleasurable for him, anyway. Smirking at him, her lips quirked up on one side in a promise of hell, she reached for the hem of her adorable dress, flashing the General with a quick little grin - there was no harm in him knowing she often went without panties.
Yes... he was so very well endowed... and she was happy for it. Shifting to straddle his waist, she took a moment to bask in her victory - her victory over him, his mind, his body, his manhood - and then slammed herself down, her already sopping wet pussy taking him within her with ease. As a soft moan escaped her, she tossed her head back, her legs locking tight on either side of his waist as she started to fuck him, and in the process, herself.
He was so thick and engorged inside her, and the pulse of his cock sent shudders from her cunt through the rest of her body, leaving her shaking with pleasure right to her fingertips. It wasn't that she enjoyed being with him, but that she enjoyed dominating him in such an intimate way. She knew he was getting some pleasure from this, but it didn't matter because the cock still stuffing his ass was enough to remind him of what was really going on.
The bastard redhead was a pain in her ass, but this was good revenge. Leaning down, she placed her hands on his chest and dug in, raking furrows down either side of his torso that left blood running down his sides - oh, yes, it was so, so beautiful... And as she rode him, as she took his cock inside her and released it in turn, she let her mind run free. When she opened her eyes again a few moments later, she smirked: the cock gag filling his mouth was long enough to push down his throat, and she could see the anger at that in his eyes.
Of course, all that did was serve to make her wetter, and she moaned, clenching her pussy around him. She was going to come soon - knowing he was trapped here, in her dream world, his ass and mouth consumed by the cocks she created, his own trapped between her thighs, powerless to control any of it, oh, God -
With a loud, sharp cry, she arched, her whole body bowing back as she came, squirting her own lubrication against him in the process. That image, such an aphrodisiac, such a turn on... it was all she needed. Now, sated in so many ways, she smirked and lifted herself from his still hard, still throbbing, cock. The outrage on his face is obvious, and all it does is make her laugh - how droll, how so... typical human.
She was better than all humans, no matter what powers they might have. She had just proved such, but there was one more thing... Moving up, she ran her hand down her thigh, her smirk growing as she felt her arousal still clinging there. Yes, then. She would be slick with come all throughout the region between her legs.
Straddling his face, she then lowered herself, rubbing against him from chin to forehead quite a few times. She could even feel his nostrils flaring in anger against her as she did, and it made her laugh. Once she was certain she had marked him to her satisfaction, she pulled back, looked, and then laughed again - Yes, she did. She could see her come streaking his face, his hair line, globules of it running down his neck... The perfect ending to her complete domination of the useless General.
Climbing down off the bed, she left him there, horny, bound down, his orifices stuffed with cock. Conjuring up an enclosed bathroom, she let herself in and began to clean up, a content smirk on her face all the while. When Road Kamelot wanted her revenge, she got it, and she got it a thousand times over.
Author: sull89
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairing: Road/Cross
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Anal penetration, dub-con (? It's always hard to decide with Cross.)
Summary: When you hurt her family, you will pay for it, one way or another.
She truly enjoyed fucking with people's minds. That was her joy in life, the way she got her shits and giggles, one could say. When she wanted something, or someone, usually she got it - no matter what it took, she was an astute girl, she could figure things out. When she was bored, she would play with anyone she came across, but in the back of her mind... she had a list. It was a short list, consisted of only a few names, a few faces... but it was an important one. Before she died, (not that she would ever die) she swore to herself that she would conquer every person on that list, and now... she had number one in her sights, and by the end of the night... Heh... Cross Marian won't know what hit him.
He had been easier to find, after the Ark. Almost impossible to get to, but easier to find. But... after what he did to her, to them, to her family... she would not give up. He would pay for his actions, and she could finally cross him off the list. It was perfect. As a soft pink tongue came out to caress pale, nubile young lips, her visage lifted into a smirk... he was right there, though the window... he would struggle in her dream world, but he was close enough to take into it now. Besides, the struggle was half the fun, but he would never be able to break free of her. Not now. Not when she had a vendetta to settle, a score to even out.
While it was true that he was quite the cunning man himself, she knew Cross Marian wasn't cunning enough to save himself right now. She could have anything she wanted in her dream world, and she would take it. She would rape him, she would fuck him against his will and hurt him for what he did to her family. While she couldn't touch his physical body, she could still get to his mind, and for now... that would sate her need for revenge. At least a little.
So... with a petite laugh, she closed her eyes, then reached out with her mind and found him, his aura... She could smell him, even. He was musky, his scent heavy in her nostrils - that of a big, brutal man. But she could play, still. And she would. With a swift, sharp yank, she jerked at that aura, and suddenly, when she opened her eyes again... There he was.
With a predatory, hungry growl escaping her throat, she advanced on him. That long, red hair... It would feel so good, wrapped between her fingers as she pulled on it, making him arch his head back and expose his throat to her. She could even see the outline of his muscles through the clothing he wore... so brawny... A bit too much, actually, for her tastes. She preferred her men more lean, toned, but not really overly buff - Tyki, for example.
But, she wasn't here for sexual pleasure. No, she was here for revenge, and she would get it. For his part, the General was infuriatingly quiet. No words, no angry looks, not even any trepidation or fear, just... a slightly quirked eyebrow, and a hand resting lightly over a silver gun resting at his hip - Tch, like that mattered here. He would learn. She would teach him.
When she conjured up a bed right behind him, she made it bang into his knees, knocking him down onto it. In a flash, she was on top of him, one of his wrists clasped in both of her hand and yanked up, bound to the bed. Yet, still... the damn General wasn't acting like she wanted him to, there was no fear, no worry, just... a lack of resistance. He wasn't even fighting back! Growling, she grabbed his other wrist, slamming it hard into the metal frame of the headboard before locking that in place along with his other one. She would make him regret being nonchalant...
Looking back into his face, she felt herself flush in anger - the bastard was smirking at her! /He/ was smirking at /her,/ goddamnit! That was not right, that was not the way it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be quivering in terror. Well, more realistically, at the very least she wanted to see some fear creep into his eyes. But no, no she was getting none of that. Just this bullshit smirk and the cocky tilt of one eyebrow.
All that was bad enough, but then she heard it. The words, when the dripped from his lips, were disgusting on so many different levels, but it was the tone that pissed her off the most - like he expected to get pleasure from her, “Such a young, nubile body... I always have fancied such interaction.”
Oh, fuck that. Her “young, nubile body” was amazing, but he was NOT getting pleasure from it. She was going to rape him, not have sex with him. There is a very specific difference and she was going to make sure he understood that by the end of the night. So, without dignifying that disgusting comment with a response, she just set to stripping him, cutting his clothes off and exposing him to her devious mind, planning out what she would do to him as he lost more and more of his superfluous outfit.
But, as she freed his cock... she couldn't help but notice... so thick, so engorged /already,/ so long, so - Wrenching herself away from that line of though, she scoffed. Tyki's was better, always was and always would be. The stupid General had nothing going for him; after all, he still has that damn insufferable smirk on his face, like he thought he was going to get pleasure. Idiot human.
She would show him pain like he had never seen. Here, in her world, she had power unimaginable, to get into his mind and his deepest, darkest fears, and his brightest, most desperate desires. She would use what she had to her advantage and own the dumb exorcist general - he deserved it and so much more for what he did to her family.
For the next few hours, that's exactly what she did. She tortured him in every single way she could possibly come up with. Even though it was all in his mind, she still managed to torture him physically as well, every sadistic thing she came up with made easy to accomplish with the aid of her dream world. She toyed with him at first, building up the methodical madness until finally, she had her cock sheathed in him, bone dry.
Until that point, the General had been taking everything (infuriatingly) well. She would occasionally see a small spat of pain cross his features, but nothing more, and he never made any of the hurt sounds she so loved, the ones she lusted after. Every once in a while he had even taken to /teasing/ her! Vocally and physically, with soft little laughs and a wink or two, the fucking bastard. She wouldn't have that, oh no. He would not get away with it.
And now... now, she could see the pain on his face, the discomfort in his eyes, the agony in the curl of his fingertips as he curled them against the bed. He deserved this - he was a virgin here, she was almost one hundred percent sure of that. Cross was a woman only kind of man, and he would never bottom for one - well, of course, at least not until she got her hands on him. Yet, at that moment, she did have her hands on him, gripping his hips tightly as she started to pump, her hips shoving back and forth, hard and fast, as she took his tight, virgin little ass.
There was just one more thing she really wanted... she wanted him to groan in pain, or gasp, or whimper... anything to show his discomfort. That would be the real victory to her - to make him vocalize that. She knew she would get it, it was just a matter of time and changing angles, shifting and thrusting harder and deeper and rougher until suddenly -
Ah... there it was. Perfect. Soft, almost non-existent, but... she heard it. A small groan, with his head turned toward the side, eyes partially closed... It was quick, short, but... it was pained. That's what she wanted more than anything. Fuck, but she was horny now. She had been before, but that sound... that sound was to her as a child's laughter was to its mother. It filled her with joy, contentment, a sense of accomplishment.
And, to be honest - although this is where the metaphor ends - it makes her wet. Very wet, more so than she's been all night. As her eyes slid up his body, she took in his cock again, smirking at how well proportioned it was. Yeah... she could sate herself on that, and she would. Why not take him both places, mark him as hers in every way she can?
No reason not to at all, now was there? Smirking, she pulled back, unhooking her cock from its harness. She wasn't willing to remove that from him, at least not yet - she wanted to remind him that he was the one on the bottom, and she knew that if he had his cock in her but nothing more that there was a good chance he would forget such a thing.
While he looked content with the fact she moved, she could tell he wasn't so thrilled that she left her cock there. Ah, well. This wasn't supposed to be pleasurable for him, anyway. Smirking at him, her lips quirked up on one side in a promise of hell, she reached for the hem of her adorable dress, flashing the General with a quick little grin - there was no harm in him knowing she often went without panties.
Yes... he was so very well endowed... and she was happy for it. Shifting to straddle his waist, she took a moment to bask in her victory - her victory over him, his mind, his body, his manhood - and then slammed herself down, her already sopping wet pussy taking him within her with ease. As a soft moan escaped her, she tossed her head back, her legs locking tight on either side of his waist as she started to fuck him, and in the process, herself.
He was so thick and engorged inside her, and the pulse of his cock sent shudders from her cunt through the rest of her body, leaving her shaking with pleasure right to her fingertips. It wasn't that she enjoyed being with him, but that she enjoyed dominating him in such an intimate way. She knew he was getting some pleasure from this, but it didn't matter because the cock still stuffing his ass was enough to remind him of what was really going on.
The bastard redhead was a pain in her ass, but this was good revenge. Leaning down, she placed her hands on his chest and dug in, raking furrows down either side of his torso that left blood running down his sides - oh, yes, it was so, so beautiful... And as she rode him, as she took his cock inside her and released it in turn, she let her mind run free. When she opened her eyes again a few moments later, she smirked: the cock gag filling his mouth was long enough to push down his throat, and she could see the anger at that in his eyes.
Of course, all that did was serve to make her wetter, and she moaned, clenching her pussy around him. She was going to come soon - knowing he was trapped here, in her dream world, his ass and mouth consumed by the cocks she created, his own trapped between her thighs, powerless to control any of it, oh, God -
With a loud, sharp cry, she arched, her whole body bowing back as she came, squirting her own lubrication against him in the process. That image, such an aphrodisiac, such a turn on... it was all she needed. Now, sated in so many ways, she smirked and lifted herself from his still hard, still throbbing, cock. The outrage on his face is obvious, and all it does is make her laugh - how droll, how so... typical human.
She was better than all humans, no matter what powers they might have. She had just proved such, but there was one more thing... Moving up, she ran her hand down her thigh, her smirk growing as she felt her arousal still clinging there. Yes, then. She would be slick with come all throughout the region between her legs.
Straddling his face, she then lowered herself, rubbing against him from chin to forehead quite a few times. She could even feel his nostrils flaring in anger against her as she did, and it made her laugh. Once she was certain she had marked him to her satisfaction, she pulled back, looked, and then laughed again - Yes, she did. She could see her come streaking his face, his hair line, globules of it running down his neck... The perfect ending to her complete domination of the useless General.
Climbing down off the bed, she left him there, horny, bound down, his orifices stuffed with cock. Conjuring up an enclosed bathroom, she let herself in and began to clean up, a content smirk on her face all the while. When Road Kamelot wanted her revenge, she got it, and she got it a thousand times over.