Erotica Anthology #13

#80

Dark Pharaoh 2

Marik is looking even more impatient as days pass by. Shani can easily tell the signs by the way he always grumbles and grip his Millennium Rod so tightly as he stares out to the window. His female bodyguard is wise enough to not disturb him when he’s in this certain mood, else she’s looking for some pain. Well, not that she won’t be so against that idea, especially when she knows that it will be coming from the Ishtar himself.

She thinks that she’ll be safe as long as she stays out of his way, but she thinks wrong. One day, out of nowhere when she’s not ready, a pair of strong hands catch her off guard from behind, his steel grip forces her to drop the tray of food that she’s carrying, causing porcelain to crash on the floor, making such a messy waste, before finding herself being dragged off into his personal chamber.

Shani tries to fight him off instinctively just like any sane person will, of course, even when she knows that fighting against someone like Marik is always futile. He has her sprawled on the bed, his body looming over her so closely, until she feels the press of a cool metal at her slender neck. Her breath hitches as she registers what he’s doing.

“Obey,” his voice his hoarse and deeply seductive, “or I’ll use it against you. Choose.” Shani shivers in response, her veins pumping even faster when he situates himself in between her legs, probing his already stiffened c**k against her entrance. Even through all the layers of fabric laid between them, she can very much tell the outline of his prick, so hard and ready to penetrate her moist core.

“W-what do you want me to do?” she finds herself compelled to ask the question even without being under the spell.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He shifts a little, causing his erect c**k to press against her naughty slit even further. “I want to mark my slave. And what better way to do that by making you utterly mine.”

“I-i’m already yours, Your Majesty. My loyalty is to you, forever, until the end of days,” says the girl.

“Yesss, that’s right,” he hisses in response, his lips so close to her face, almost brushing against one side of her cheek, “But I haven’t marked you, not yet. I want something permanent, something that even the Gods themselves can’t erase.”

“W-what will that be, Your Highness?” she all but whimpers, ready to give him anything he asks. Not just out of sense of loyalty, but because of something deeper she feels for him.

“There’s nothing stronger than the bond of blood, and I can to see a part of me and you in living flesh and blood,” something about the way he say these words are cryptic.

“W-what are you saying?” Chills run down her spine, and she can’t help herself when her body decides to break out a cold sweat.

Marik gives her a smile so sinister yet alluring, even the Sun God himself will be jealous by this man who looms before her. “I want to f**k you, many times over until you’re pregnant with my child.”

“Y-you want to breed me? A servant?” Shani can not hide the shock in her tone.

He eyes narrows, his lips pulled tight in a displeased manner. “Do you have anything against it?”

“W-well . . . I—  a child—?” she begins to stammer, not knowing what to say that will keep her save. Bringing a child into this world . . . her master and her—? T-this is so unthinkable!

“Enough! I will not be denied. You’re my servant, therefore, you must abide to my wishes. No matter how bad you are against it,” Marik says through gritted teeth, before using the sharp tip of his Rod to rip her dress apart.

He hooks the sharp edge of his Rod just right in between her breasts, tearing the fabric right in between. The swift motion causes her tight top to loosen around her chest, allowing her supple breasts to come flowing out. Marik licks his lips at the sight, his purple iris gleaming with such a lustful look when staring unashamedly at her perky mounds; the weight of his gaze so intense that it causes the female beneath him to shiver, making her n*****s stand out.

He makes a vertical s***h down the rest of her dress, causing her stomach and cunt to be exposed. Marik has forbid her of undergarments ever since their first coupling. It has been rather troublesome for Shani, especially when she’s trying to do various activities that involves a lot of movements. There’s no doubt that she has accidentally exposed herself to him many times over throughout the days, and he has made sure to tease her about it, whether verbally or physically. Marik does nothing more than to push ever on the edge, just before she finally finds her release. Not this time, though. She can read the intent in his purple eyes as clear as the day itself.

Now that she’s exposed to him, Marik can finally play with her as much as he wants. His large hand begins groping at her large breast, while his other hand goes to her cunt, inserting a digit without warning, and roaming through the wetness of her channel as if it is his. It is, though. He has said so, and his words are absolute.

Shani squirms underneath him, her p***y throbs and clings around his index finger almost instinctively. Her face is flushed with heat, turning as red as her growingly sensitive left breast and p***y hole. Marik begins curving his finger from inside her, hitting her g-spot, making her squeal in delight uncontrollably. He plays her like she’s a mere toy he’s suddenly interested in. But just as it’s about to get good, Marik retrieves the digit.

The girl lets out a cry of lost, clearly unwilling to be departed from his invading finger, as well as feeling a bit distraught at the treatment. Then, just as soon his hands start to fumble at the front of his pants, trying to release himself. His c**k is thick, fully erect and magnificent. Just being at the presence of his size is making her want to lift her hips to meet him. Marik unbuttons his top too, though only to expose the taut muscles of his chest and abs to her.

Shani has no idea what he’s playing at. Is he really going to toy with her like this, taunting her with his delicious form? The girl is suddenly etched with this need to feel his muscles against her curves. Won’t it be wonderful to feel his muscles rubbing against her skin, all while he f***s her raw in the cunt?

Just as soon as those lewd thoughts fill her mind, Shani is awakened by the following consequences. Remember his intension. He’s going to—

Thrust! Marik slides his entire length into her until the head of his c**k slams into her cervix, making her body trembles all over from the rude awakening. As good as it feels, Shani needs to distance herself. Before she can do much about it, her master presses the tip of the Rod against her neck and whisper smoothly, “Wrap yourself around me.” Shani finds her limbs moving on their own, her arms wrapped around his neck while her slender legs wrap around his powerful waist. Then before she knows it, her body is lifted up, carried by the Master himself.

With the female cling around him in every way possible, Marik lifts her up until he’s in a standing position. He has to use his own strength to keep them balanced, though the girl herself doesn’t really weigh that much. His muscles tense and clench as they work. That includes the muscle of his rigid c**k also, which is still throbbing ever so pleasantly around her tender heat. Pressing the cool metal of his Millennium Rod against her neck deeper, the man commands her, “Ride me.”

The two words echo in her mind, compelling her body to move. Shani tries hard to struggle against it, but there’s a discord between her mind and body. While her mind says no, her body says yes. Before she knows it, the girl is using her leg muscles to lift herself up and down into his large c**k, forcing her v****a channel to part for him, again and again, until her tight walls can’t live without his intimidating size.

Wetness coats both her and him before long. He watches her intensely as her breasts bounce up and down uncontrollably against his muscular body, rubbing the round, soft mounds together against his taut chest, occasionally making their n*****s brushing against each other in the process.

He enjoys the way her tight p***y is moving up and down his great length, making him sink and dive out of her again and again, filling up her tight hole every time. The young man smirks down at her, knowing clearly what she’s feeling. Shani has never been in such dilemma before. While her naughty cunt clearly wants him, she’s certainly not prepared to bring a child into this world. Regardless of what she thinks, Marik is just going to take what he wants.

He spanks her on the occasion, creating ripples of energy from her ass as she climbs against him. Her own limbs have turned against her, becoming her own restraints as she sticks to his muscular form. Shani groans in protest when Marik meets her own thrust at times, the motion so unexpected that he manages to drown himself so deeply into her. His girth is so wide that it almost hurt at times, but she enjoys the delicious pain way too much.

Getting bored, Marik decides to spice things up by moving to a different setting. With Shani still bouncing up and down his d**k non stop, he walks and carries her all the way to the rooftop of the building. Outdoor breeze sends chills down the girl’s spine, and she wraps herself around him even tighter to use him as leverage.

With the girl clinging to him for dear life, Marik uses his free hand to explore her body. He presses his wide palm onto the smoothness of her back, rubbing, massaging, making her sighs at the delicious sensation. Shiver breaks through her body again when she can feel his hand going lower, sinking and sinking and sinking until he dips into the valley of her ass, before cupping one curve with his palm. Her ass is so round that not even one hand of him can fully engulf her completely. That doesn’t stop him from squeezing her hard though.

When Marik is done playing with her ass, his hand sinks even lower than Shani thinks possible, brushing the tip of her stuffed slit. The girl gasps for air as she finds him tracing tentative touches around her tender flesh, right at the mouth of her labia, where his c**k is ever sinking into her dark depths.

Shani tries to drive her hips away from him several times. But no matter how hard she attempts, Marik’s compulsion is much stronger for her to break. Eventually the girl learns when to give up, and simply takes him.

With his sun-kissed skin against her tan skin, the two becomes one. It feels beautiful, to be tangled with each other, staying together in the perfect breeding form.

When he cums, he hammers himself so deep into her cunt, his head manages to slip into her uterus, abruptly fills her from the inside with copious amount of potent hot semen. He forces her to lie still, so that there will be no room for his c*m to go anywhere, other than to be absorbed by his body.

Shani never feels so full. He fills her up nicely until the very ovaries of her overheated system is being fed to the max. His size never deflates, allowing him to use it as leverage to block any c*m from escaping her shamelessly hungry p***y. By the time he’s done expelling his seeds into her womb, Shani finally takes notice of the throbbing pain of not meeting her own climax. She wishes to move, but Marik simply stares at her. To not be fulfilled when she is this desperate for some . . . T-this is torture!

And just as soon as he stops, Marik starts again, filling her up to the very brink of her existence.

The compulsion eventually subsides, but that doesn’t mean that Marik is running out of ideas to force her obedience. When Shani begins to struggle, Marik uses his great strength to carry her just near the edge of the rooftop, until her ass hangs outside the safe perimeter of the fence. The girl squeals and clings to him tighter, ultimately allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. Her inner muscles clamp down in protest, but that doesn’t stop Marik to take advantage of her misfortune.

“P-please stop t-this, Master,” she all but whimpers.

“No. I’m f*****g you, and that’s final. You can choose to cling to me, or fall.”

“B-b-but—” she starts to protest, but he cuts her off.

“I’m such a generous master, don’t you think? Other servants won’t even get the option to chose. But for you . . . you’re a special girl, Shani. And a special girl deserves a good reward, don’t you think so?”

“Y-yes, M-master. You’re so k-kind and g-generous. T-thank you f-for what you do. B-b-but, my p-p***y, it hurts.”

“That’s because I’m using all I have to f**k you. Feel that strength? That’s power? That’s how strong my feelings for you are.”

“F-feelings? Y-you feel for me, Master?”

“Why, of course I do. Do you really think that I’d just f**k any servant? You’re special. That’s why I’m even giving you the honor of carrying my first child.” He presses a palm on her stomach, almost affectionately, all while feeling the bulge of his c**k through her flesh. “Hopefully, this won’t be the last as well,” he smiles, mostly to himself.

Shani has no idea how to respond. His confession is so sudden that she falls into a quiet state, with the only sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the rooftop. She’s clinging to him almost willingly now, having left with no choice other than close the reminding distance between them —if such a thing even exist anymore at this point. It’s either get f****d raw by him, or fall, and Shani will rather very much not have the later.

“Now, about that reward. You should brace yourself,” he speaks right into her ear, before biting at her earlobe, making her moans in return. “Here. I. Come!”

Marik thrusts deeply into her p***y until the girl sees starts, her walls clamping down so hard that she’s cumming as well before she knows it. His hot seed fill her up for the second time that day, flooding, invading, making her feel so full, her stomach feel bloated.

And to think that this is just the start.

* * * * *

They are outside right now. There’s no stopping her Master from going out once he makes his mind. They still need a disguise, of course, and using public transportation somehow becomes his preference. Shani has no idea what has gotten into her Master’s mind, until he finally asks her to sit on his lap.

She looks at him, dumbfounded, but the intensity of his gaze leaves no room for discussion. Even with so many seats still available near them, Marik wants her to climb into his lap. When she does, the girl is met by a surprise. The top of his d**k is kissing her slit, and the girl can’t help but to squeal out loud, causing a few heads to turn their way. Thankfully, no one notice what’s really going on right away.

Shani is still under her ‘no undergarment’ restriction. When she descents her ass, Marik was ready to zip himself down, while his other hand flips her skirt up. As a result, their s*x brushes against one another.

“What the—?” Shani almost shout out, but Marik clamps her mouth with his hand just as fast.

“I said, sit down,” he commands with that irresistible dark tone of his.

Shani shivers in fear. She’s too afraid of the consequences to not follow through, so she lowers herself yet again. She can feel the tip of his hardness already poke up, eager to greet her hole in return. The girl trembles in hesitation. But then the trains decides to abruptly make a stop, causing her body to jerk back in response, automatically making the decision for her.

Marik’s massive length invades her cunt mercilessly without as much as a warning. His size fills her up to the hilt, and it takes everything within Shani not to scream out loud and blow their cover. Her first instinct is to lift herself up almost immediately, but one strong arm circles around her waist, preventing her from going anywhere.

“M-m-master—” she starts.

“Be quiet,” he hisses, falling into a deep concentration, as if he can’t seem to be bothered by her.

Until their s*x finally joins together in perfect sync, his hard length nested inside her warm flesh pocket.

Thankfully, Marik doesn’t do anything more than to let them stay as they are.

Unfortunately for Shani, today’s train experience a little turbulence, causing the member inside her to bump around inside her.

Shani tries to keep herself as quiet as a mouse, but moans seem to always find ways to find themselves worming up to the surface.

What disturbs her the most is just how calm and composed Marik appears from behind her, as if none of these occasional bumps affect him at the slightest.

A few seconds later, the announcement tunes in and someone speaks from the other end. ‘We apologize for the incoming turbulence. Our engine mechanism is experiencing some slight malfunction. Please sit tight and remain calm until we arrive at the next stop.’

“What?” Shani balks, clearly displeased.

“You should be quite if you don’t want others to find out,” Marik informs her flatly. “Though I won’t be so against the idea on that,” he smirks the last part against the back of her neck, before wrapping his arms around her waist.

To others, they probably look like a couple in love embracing each other.

What they don’t realize is just how conniving and conceited this young man beneath her really is.

His p***s keep bumping and vibrating into her walls throughout the rest of the ride, until she feels all scorched up inside. Shani believes that she’s not the only one who is affected by this. She feels so close, so ready to erupt that—

A firm grip grabs the back of her head and turns her around, only to find herself face to face with her Master. Marik’s lips descend upon hers, engulfing her without warning, just in time when her climax hits. Her walls collapse around him, milking his c**k until he too is driven with maddening lust. He shoots out his load right into her waiting p***y, drowning her screams in his mouth as she drowns her groans in return.

They are so lost in each other that Shani also collapse into him when he finally releases her lips, her back resting on top of his chest, his length gradually growing soft inside her, though never really going completely flaccid. She pants heavily against him, her fingers clinging into him for support. As she rests herself against his muscular form, Marik gathers her in his arms, one hand directs her head to rest against the crook of his neck, while the other instinctively pat at her stomach, where he believes his seeds is slowly taking roots inside her womb.

The Gate Keeper smirks nonchalantly to himself.

No, no, this can’t be....

This can’t be happening.

She can’t be late.

Shani stares down at the thin stick in her hand, dreading to see the result of the test. She has managed to sneak out to buy this product at a local store nearby when Marik is asleep. She has been waiting for it to happen for a few weeks not, but her period never arrive. She’s starting to fear for the unavoidable.

No, she can’t be pregnant.

She’s just late. It happens.

Yet when she finally does the test and wait it out, the stick comes up with two plus marks.

Shani lets go of the thing immediately, suddenly not wanting to do with it at all, as if the object is cursed or something.

Oh no, she’s pregnant....

With Marik’s child, no less!

What is she going to do?

There’s no doubt that he’ll want her to keep this child.

But how can she ever allow it?

This child will not be safe!

She can’t bring life into this world!

Especially not when Marik is the sire.

The girl paces back and forth in the bathroom. Marik is awake somewhere in this house. He’ll notice that she’s gone too long and start to get suspicious if she doesn’t walk out soon. Just as her train of thoughts is getting muddled, someone knocks at the door.

“What are you doing in there? You’ve been so quiet for a while now,” Marik’s sharp tone snaps Shani out of her train of thoughts. Her body tenses, and her neck suddenly feels stuffy wrapped around her Millenia Choker.

“J-just a minute,” she says, loud enough for the other end to hear. She quickly cleans up, throwing the pregnancy stick and package into the trash can, before hurriedly pressing the flush button, pretending that she has justed used the toilet.

Shani swings open the door, only to find a pair of greyish lavender eyes greeting her with its unwavering intensity.

“Y-yes?” she chokes out, nervous.

“You’re hiding something,” he shoots, adjusting himself to lean against the door frame.

“W-what? No, that can’t be.” She tries to sidestep him, but his body is blocking the way.

“What is it? What’s gotten you so worked up about?” he asks bluntly, before something crosses his mind, “Wait, don’t tell me—”

A door bell rings, the sound echoing all the way through their corner of the house.

Who could it be?

No one is supposed to know about their whereabouts.

Maybe it’s the neighbors?

What do they want?

“I’ll get it,” she says, using the excuse to get away from Marik. The girl slips away from under his arm, and this time, he’s way too late to catch her.

“Yes, coming,” Shani shouts out when the person keeps pressing the bell several times more, as if in a hurry. She’s trying to walk as fast as she can, but apparently she’s just not fast enough. The bell keeps ringing. Soon, the sound begins to get to her, and she gets annoyed. “What do you want—?”

Her question dies in her lips when she stares into dark, sinister eyes and wild ash grey hair.

“Long time no see, Shani.” Cold sweat breaks out from her spine when she hears Yami Bakura speaks her name. “I see that you have the Millenium Choker on your person. This should be easy then.”

“What—” Before Shani can react, he puts a palm to her face to knock her out.

When Shani finally comes to again, she finds herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Her back feels stiff and uncomfortable. The girl tries to make sense of her surrounding, but all she finds is warnings going off from the back of her head.

She quickly rises up, glancing around in panic. There are four plain walls with no windows surrounding her, with one door as the only exit. This place is not somewhere she recognizes.

Where is she?

What happened?

Her mind is woozy. She bites her bottom lips, trying to wake up her brain. It takes some time to adjust to her situation, her head eventually stops spinning. Then memories flood in.

The bell.

Big ashen hair.

Dark eyes.

Bakura!

Shani quickly gets up and heads to the door, kicking it frantically, trying to break it down. Yet no matter what she does, the door refuses to budge. If anything, all she does is summoning the kidnapper himself, telling him that she’s finally awake.

“Ah, you’re awake. Good, now I can finally start enjoying myself,” Bakura drags off his words in a way that sends Shani into a state of frenzy.

“Where am I? What do you want?” she asks briskly.

“Isn’t it obvious. For the Millennium treasures, of course.” His words instantly make her hand go to her throat, where her Choker is still intact.

“Then why haven’t you take it already?” she questions him bluntly.

“I want you to be aware when I finally do it. Besides, that’s not all I want from you.”

He steps closer toward her in a predatory manner, and the girl instinctively backs away. That doesn’t stop him from trying to corner her back. Each step he takes forward is another step she takes backward. They continue this until Shani finds herself being backed to a wall, and Bakura is more than please to cage her around with his body. Both of his arms lean to the wall behind her, while his body presses against hers, so close that his chest almost touch hers. The girl doesn’t want to appear any weaker than she already is, so she glares up at him opening, silently challenging him to do his worse.

“Where is Marik?” The question she dreads flows out of his mouth immediately.

“H-how should I know?” Shani hopes that he believes her stammering comes out from her nervousness, not because she’s lying.

“Oh, I think you do.” Bakura narrows his eyes, locking her up to her blazing gaze, looking so deep into her until it feels as though he can read her every though, every secret. “Usually, you’d go into a state of disarray if something happens to your master. But no, you’re not grieving or going nuts. So I must assume you must have know that he’s still alive.”

Shani gulps audibly, and the motion doesn’t go unnoticed by him. The young man’s eyes pierce deep into her, unraveling her very soul. It makes her heart trumps with ice cold fear. Unable to keep this up, the girl looks away.

“I-i told you, I don’t know. H-how did you find me, anyway?” she asks, trying to steer the conversation somewhere else.

“That was easy. I just happened to stumble into you. I saw you when you were walking nearby outside.”

He must have seen her when she was out heading to the local store. Damn her and her stupid curiosity! She just had to go buy that pregnancy test and make sure she wasn’t pregnant. She did though, and now she has one more thing to worry about.

“I don’t know what happened to Marik, if he’s even still alive,” Shani says, trying to force tears out of her eyes like the lost little lamb that she’s supposed to be, and hope for the best that he buys her petty act. “And now that you know I’m useless to you, you should just let me go.”

She tries to slip away in between the gap under his arm, but Bakura is faster. One of his hands catch her by the neck and squeezes. Shani chokes, and he slams her back to the wall mercilessly, knocking the air right out of her lungs.

Bakura doesn’t let go immediately though. His hand is wrapped around her neck in a tight grip, still choking her, slowly lifting her up higher until the girl if forced to stand on her toes. Her hands to up to the grip that’s choking her, her nails clawing at him, hoping to get him off. The young man seems unflinching though, and no matter how hard she struggles from him, Shani knows that she’s just fighting a losing battle. Her strength keeps on declining, the longer he keeps this up.

Bakura is nowhere near done with him. While one hand is reprimanding the girl, his other hand roams toward slit of her long skirt, slipping into the area in between her thighs. His fingers snakes up until his eyes go wide, definitely not expecting finding no barrier between him and her core.

“My, my, what do we have here? Aren’t you just such a perverted little girl. No panties? Who exactly were you waiting for, huh?” He traces the outline of her p***y, making her cowers in fear. The girl is trembling under his touch, and the sight is clarity a to behold. “Was it Marik, your old Master?” he questions, leaning in until his lips almost brush against her. “Or me?” he wonders.

Shani chokes, one part from refusal, another part from disgust, and the other part because she’s simply just choking. The hand on her neck loosens when he realizes that she’s close to losing consciousness, definitely sadistic enough to want her to be awake as he touches her. Bakura’s hand is still wrapped around her neck, but at least he has stopped choking her. Instead, he just uses the grip to hold her in place, while his other hand begins pressing in digits into her cunt.

Three fingers force their entry into her dry cunt without mercy, causing the girl to scream, her legs kicking. It already hurts when he enters her, moreover when she tries to move, but Shani doesn’t give up so easily. She struggles against his grip, even when it only pushes him to penetrate her even deeper.

“S-s-stop! Please!” she shouts, body convulsing in pain, her p***y definitely bleeding now. Still, Bakura reminds heartless, thrusting his fingers in and out of her cunt as if she is his.

No!

She hates this!

She doesn’t want this!

She’d rather have her Master impregnates her multiple times, rather than having this man touches her ever so intimately.

No, this is not intimate.

This is rape, she tells herself.

Shani tries to breath through the pain, but every intake of breath feels like shards of glass down her throat.

Biles rises up to her mouth, the idea of Bakura touching her disguises her so much.

She hates this!

She doesn’t want this!

Yet even despite what the girl tells herself, her body rebels against her.

“Do you feel this?” Bakura smirks with a knowing smile, sinister. “Your p***y likes my fingers so much, I can feel your juice soaking down on me.”

He thrusts in and out of her in emphasize, drawing it out slow to force her to feel him. Oh Gods, she wishes he’d just get it over and down with, instead out drawing it out even longer than necessary. She doesn’t want to feel him.

“Look at you, taking my fingers in your cunt so well. Clenching, f*****g so deeply. You’re so tight, so nice.” His words causes fear to seep in through her body without control. His impaling fingers are freezing her on the spot, forcing her to life through this hard cold truth.

No, she doesn’t want him to touch her. Yet no matter what she thinks, Bakura has a different agenda in mind. He wants to use her, to humiliate her. And just to add salt to the wound, her body still responses from his vile touch, even when she desperately wills herself to stay still.

Shani can feel herself clamping down from unwanted pain and pleasure, which in turn encourages Bakura even more to violate her body. He sneers down at her sinisterly, one hand pumping her up while the other goes to unbuckle himself. His hard on springs into view, and Shani can feel all the blood coldly drained out of her face. No! This can’t be! She has to get away!

She tries to buck herself free of him, but the motion is so accidentally timed that it ends up allowing his digits to inside her even further, parting her so wide apart that she cries out in pain.

He starts pressing his lower half onto her. Bile is close to the back of her throat when she can feel his slightly wet, throbbing length brushing against her vulva, threatening to enter her so closely. The young woman gasps in her breath, eyes wide in shock, limbs trying to punch and kick at him. However, all struggle seems to be at a lost, because the vile man has situated himself in between her forcefully spread legs.

“No! Please don’t! I’m Marik’s, not yours,” she shouts wildly.

Her last comment irks Bakura enough that she ends up getting backhanded by him. His facial muscles are strained so hard, Shani is almost scared to look at him. She knew that he was bad even before, but having an up close look like this is really something else. He is so angry that she can almost feel the inflamed fire of wrath burning from beneath his skin on her.

Shani can taste blood on her lip. The impact leaves a stinging burn on her left cheek, yet she stills defy him by sending a nasty glare to his direction. Even when injured and vulnerable, she still got some fight left in her. She’s not simply gonna give in, even when Bakura’s finger is inside her.

“Please….take it out. It hurts,” she tries to reason with him.

“Hmm?” Bakura hums in return. “What was that? More?”

The girl screams out when more digits enter her, spreading her out and making her feel even fuller.

“My, my, you have such a nice little cunt, don’t you? Makes me want to ram my c**k hard into you. Can’t for to see how Marik’s toy will taste like.” Bakura licks his lips deviously, before positioning himself at her entrance.

Shani shouts on the top of her lungs, giving it all of her might in fighting him off. She doesn’t want to feel him inside her! She is no one’s but Marik’s. There’s no way she’s gonna betray her master like this, no matter the consequences!

“No! Get off! Don’t! I don’t want your—”

Bakura cuts her off my backhanding her once more. This time, the attack is accompanied by a punch to her gut. She can feel the air knocked out of her breath almost too immediately, followed by this rapturing pain emitting from her ribs. God. And is that a cracking sound she hears?

Shani doubles over in pain, and Bakura is not shy to use this opportunity to make his move on her. He aligns himself to her cunt, ready to impale her wet flesh, when suddenly a booming sound explodes from the door.

Smoke and splitters fly at every different direction, and from it comes a shadow of a man. Marik storms toward them like an angry hurricane, and his eyes turn even more vicious when he realizes just what exact Bakura is planning to do. With a tear of a spell, the Tomb Keeper blows Bakura across the room.

The purple-haired lands onto a wall across the room with a sickening crack. Even when in pain, Bakura still forces himself to stand up, ready to fight, but Marik is already closing in on him in the span of less than a second. Marik lands a nasty punch to Bakura’s face. Twice. Three times. Bakura tries to defend himself, but Marik is not allowing the other man to gain a momentum. He keeps punching and attacking with no mercy, completely driven by wrath.

It is not until Bakura is beaten up until he’s black and blue that Marik finally ceases swinging his fists. The purple-haired slums back into a wall, face swollen and barely conscious. Marik spares a glance at his Shani one more time, before he attacks Bakura for one last time — this time to deliver a maneuvering kick that breaks the enemy’s neck in two, ultimately killing him.

Shani is barely dressed when Marik walks back to get her. Most of her skin is exposed, and there’s no doubt what that bastard Bakura had done to her before Marik had arrived. Squeezing his eyes, he gathers the girl in his arms before taking off.

“M-master….” her throat is sore and dry when she attempts to speak.

“Hush now. I’ve got you now.” He plans a possessive, almost chaste kiss on her forehead as he walks.

Screw staying low. Screw their pursuers and the others. All he cares about is her. She’s injured and almost got raped. He has to take care of her.

*

It feels almost surreal watching her master taking care of her like this, washing her up and feeding her when she do not have the strength to do things herself. She hates feeling weak like this, but Bakura really did made a number on her.

She had barely stayed conscious when she heard Marik delivering that final blow on the bastard, was too overwhelmed by the pain in her rib. Her assaulter had died, and that’s what matters. He had almost forced her to betrayed her master by having her body for him, and she’s glad that it never happened. She can still feel the ghost of that bastard’s touch on her — in her — but she is hoping that her master’s touch will clean her from Bakura’s nastiness.

Shani keeps expected Marik to f**k her six ways to Sunday, just like before, but he never lingers more than necessary. What is wrong? she wonders. Why is he not touching her? Is it….is it because she had already been spoiled? Had Bakura got to her, after all? Is that why Marik is not touching her. The horror gets to her, and it is making her feel sick.

If that is so, then she really has ran out of her uses. So what is the purpose of her staying in this place with him anymore? It’s better for her to just pack up quietly and leave, rather than staining the air around him with her presence.

‘But what about the child?’ a small voice in her mind asks. Shani had been clad with fear when Bakura had attacked her. She should have known better than to put herself at risk by provoking him. Her loyalty had been so unshaken that she dared risk getting hurt rather than allow her body to be violated by that hated man.

The baby is okay, thankfully, though that doesn’t stop Marik from shaking in anger when he say blood seeping out of her private. It seems like it’s just some regular bleeding during pregnancy. Her magic doesn’t lie though. The baby is alright, and she promises to herself that she will take care of it, even when Marik doesn’t know. She’s a resourceful girl. She is sure that she’ll do just fine. And what Marik doesn’t know won’t hurt him. She supposes it’s not fair that he doesn’t know, but what else can she do?

Once Shani is able to move her body again, she crawls out of the bed and begins packing as quietly as possible, before heading out.

“Where are you going, you stupid girl?” Marik’s demanding tone makes her stop at her track just as soon as when she starts limping away from their safehouse. He must have seen her secretly trying to leave, and decides to confront her for it.

“I-i….” Shani really has no idea what else is to say. She has been spoiled, so he’s not touching her anymore. That part is clear. So why is he still asking this question? Is it because he wants to rub salt to the wounds? If that is what he wishes to know, then so be it. “I’m useless. You don’t need me anymore. The condition that I am in now won’t allow you to protect you properly. I should get rid of myself before I drag you down with me.”

Marik’s lavender eyes grow sharper at this. “And just where do you think you’re going, injured like this? There’s no doubt that our pursuers will still come to get us, whether you leave or not. So why make such a ruckus?”

She blinks at him, tears close to streaming down her face. Of course she had thought about that, but to hear him say those words right from his mouth.... It stings. Her heart ache. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m such a burden and a useless servant. I hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. Now, if you please, I’ll take my leave now.” Shani congratulates herself not not breaking down right now and then.

But before she take another step further, a hand grabs at her and abruptly turns her around. Shani’s nose bumps against Marik’s hard chest. She backs away slightly, but only able to move her head slightly. His arm has snaked around her waist, locking her in a stern grip. Shani tries to wriggle herself free, but his strong arm remains in place, the hand resting — no, cupping right at her asscheek.

“W-what are you doing….Master?” she asks, her voice a little bit higher than usual.

“Didn’t you hear what I just say? I asked you where are you going, because you’re mine, and I don’t like my toys thumbling out of my hands.” And just to emphasize how serious he is in keeping her, his other hand snake under her skirt, pushing the covering of her panties aside and shoving his finger inside. Shani moans instantly. His touch never fails to ignite the passion in her body, and soon he can find just how wet he can easily make her to be. Marik smirks knowingly at this, curving his index finger inside her further until she has to stand on tiptoes just to lessen the pressure that is building up inside her throbbing snatch.

Against her stomach, she can feel the outline of his hard c**k pressing on, telling her just how much he wants her. Oh, but why does he have to temp her so? Why can’t he just leave her alone? Now it’s making it even more difficult for her to leave. She doesn’t want to leave him, really. She knows that he can be harsh at times, but their lovemaking have always been great. She has never felt any happier than when she is with him. Which is why this is going to be very hard on her. Still….

“B-but…. I thought you don’t want me anymore,” she stammers out nervously.

His grip on her ass tightens into a painful grip almost instantly, pressing her further so that the feel of his hard c**k is even more prominent against her. He’s so huge, she can tell how he’s gonna fill her up nicely right away. Just the mere thought of it makes it really hard for her to think straight, her purpose almost completely forgotten.

“Who says that?” he hisses dangerously right onto her face, making her eyes blink rapidly in fear.

“N-no one…. You don’t have to say anything. I already know that you no longer desire me anymore. So why keep persisting me to stay?”

Malik shoves his finger inside her even further than it possibly can. “I never said that, so you better get that silly notion out of that pretty little head of yours. I didn’t touch you because I thought you’re still recovering from your injuries, but seeing that you’ve fully recovered — walking around and trying to escape like this — I suppose you’re up to sedating my appetite after all.”

Shani stares gapingly at him, jaw dropped stupidly as realization sinks in. It have all been a misunderstanding. It’s not that he doesn’t want her anymore. It’s because he has been considerate of her! But before she can open her mouth to explain, Marik immediately slams her back against the outside wall of the safehouse.

He places himself in between her legs and hoists her up almost immediately. Her legs instinctively go to wrap themselves around him. Marik pushes his pants down without a second thought, stripping both of them off any obstacles before the wench can even protest.

A delicious, shivering scream tears out of Shani’s lungs when she can feel Marik’s very rigid c**k pressing into her unprepared channel, parting her up so extremely well that her juice sprays onto his length just as quickly. She wraps her arms around him when he lets her go without warning, forcing her to depend herself on him. With her body trapped between the solid wall and his chest, Marik drives himself into mercilessly, f*****g her raw until both of them c*m, yet still vigorously attacking her p***y with so much passion and strength.

“Yes, that’s right. You have to depend on me. Without me, you’re nothing but a crumbling mess. You can’t live without me, just admit it,” he speaks into her ear with such a wickedly sweet tone, before nipping at her ear. His c**k keeps jerking in and out of her the whole time, not showing any sign of stopping anytime soon. Apparent this is what happens when he has been holding himself back, denying his c**k from the pleasure of her heavenly p***y. Being inside her is like swimming in an oasis after weeks of walking through a sandstorm. He f*****g love f*****g her so much, he doesn’t stop until he manages to turn her cunt raw in red.

“M-master….please.” Shani has no idea what exactly she is begging for. Forgiveness? Release? More s*x? Less s*x? “No….ah! Don’t stop. I need—more!” Her sore, raspy voice barely makes any sense, speaking too lowly for anyone to hear. Marik is just taking what is his, though.

“What was that, little slave? Call my name, so that I know you’re speaking to me,” he hisses, almost challengingly. His c**k is buried to the hilt inside her when he does this, hands now gripping her hips to make her bounce on him.

“M-marik….master….please…!”

He smirks deviously at her, making his handsome face looks even more attractive in its dark form. Then Marik starts picking up his pace, f*****g her with such reckless abandon until both of them c*m and collapse into their own mess.

Both of them collapse tiredly onto the front porch, but that doesn’t stop Marik from trying to sedate his unlimited hunger. He tugs the rest of her clothes away, because he cups her breasts and starts sucking on them with his mouth. Shani moans weakly, body so hot from the numerous amount of climaxes that he had just forced out of her barely recovered body. She loves him, loves his touch on her, and she doesn’t think she can stop, even when he’s driving her crazy with his touches, pushing her body to the very brink of its limit.

“Wait, wait, there’s something I need to tell you,” she stops him in between sucking. She needs to look into his eyes when she says this, even when his lavender eyes can be frightening to look at at times. But right now….right now he looks positively seductive, sucking at her n*****s like this — like they were created to serve him. Shani licks her lips before she begins saying, “I’m pregn—”

“I know,” his admittance takes her by surprise.

“You do?”

“Not at first. But when I saw you bleed after the attack, I had to check on you.” He must have used the same magic to check on her condition. That must have been how he had known. “It’s my child. It could have been injured by that Bakura bastard if we weren’t lucky,” he groans heatedly, eyes focused at the wall behind her angrily, most likely imagine himself straggling the dead guy in wrath. But then his anger subdues for a fraction and he turns to her. “Why did you tell me?”

“I didn’t think it would be a good idea back then.”

“And now? How about now?”

“I-i love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without you,” she admits yieldingly.

“That’s right. So you better think twice the next you try to leave me, because I won’t be as forgiving as today. You’re mine; heart, body and soul. There’s no one else you can bring you pleasure like I do. Isn’t that right?” He twists her n****e demandingly.

“Y-yes, yes, you are right,” she breathes out huskily, just wanting this throbbing sensation to be over with. No matter what she does, it seems like she’s going to feel a little bit afraid of him. Yet despite that, she knows that he is also capable of compassion. She won’t say it to his face, but she might be able to trust their child to his care too, after all.

*

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