Last time: Reiko continued her subtle flirtations with Yohko as her plan unfolded, taking her out dancing as Liliss detained Chi under the guise of an erotic dream. Later, Liliss and Kamiri clashed over the clues to the whereabouts of the hidden shrine. Kamiri got the writings, but Liliss had already discovered where the shrine entrance would appear. The writings were in an ancient language that only demons can speak, and Reiko assumed that Kamiri couldn't translate them ... although Kamiri knows who, or what, can translate them, and she can be very persuasive with demons ... Featuring characters from Devil Hunter Yohko and La Blue Girl: Dark Queen's Reign Chapter three: Surrender by Dark Schneider Kamiri's eyes narrowed, and she shifted her grip slightly. The demon gasped. "Please, Lady," he moaned. Kamiri dug her fingernails deeper into the point they were probing. "Noooo," she breathed in the loathsome thing's ear. "No release for you, my friend. Not until you've translated the entire thing. And if I suspect you're attempting to mislead me, I'll tear your member from you. Remember that." It squirmed, turning back to its task with a frustrated groan. Kamiri smiled evilly at the creature's plight. She'd kept it here, aroused but denied release, since that morning. And she would continue to keep it there, continue to deny it the release it so desired, until it had translated the entire text of the pages she'd retrieved. Legend had spoken of the fact that the writings were from a tome of lore written by demons themselves. Kamiri couldn't read the demons' text, but she'd been prepared for this eventuality. She'd captured a demon with her sexcraft, and he would serve her until she had what she wanted. Because Kamiri was a woman who ALWAYS got what she wanted. Always. "Faster," she whispered into the unfortunate creature's green, pointed ear. It groaned pitifully. And started writing faster. *** Yohko washed her hands in the sink, humming a tune under her breath. It was nice to have Azusa back. The girl was a little gung-ho sometimes, but she was invariably cheerful, a good tonic for Yohko's strange moods of late. Of course, Yohko didn't know why anyone who didn't HAVE to be a Devil Hunter would choose to be, but that was Azusa for you. "Yohko Mano, 108th generation Devil Hunter." Her head snapped up at the voice, startled. A face gazed back at her from the mirror above the bathroom sink. It wasn't hers. She was beautiful, but the tiny horns on her head marked her for what she was. A demon. The gorgeous creature smiled at Yohko's expression, and pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Do not be alarmed, Devil Hunter. I have appeared to you only to deliver a challenge." "Who are you? How did you find me?" The woman smiled again, her expression mocking. "None of that matters. What matters is that we have your friend, Reiko Akashi." Yohko froze, and the woman's eyes narrowed. "Ah, I see I have your attention. Good. If you want her back, unharmed, you must defeat me. If you refuse, we will sacrifice her to dark forces, and once again make her into the Dark Queen. Do you accept?" Yohko knew it was a trap, but she had no choice. She would just have to hope she could overcome the demon in battle. "Where and when?" she asked, resigned. "Leave your house now. You will be guided. And come alone, tell no one where you are going. If you fail to comply, Reiko will bear the brunt of our displeasure." "I understand," she sighed. "I'm coming." "We're waiting." The image swirled and vanished. Yohko's heart sank as she headed downstairs. After all her worry about Reiko's memories returning, it appeared that the true enemy was not from within, but without. "Yohko, where are you going?" Azusa asked, sticking her head out of the kitchen. "Supper is nearly ready." Yohko debated telling Azusa, then decided against it. She would never agree to stay behind, and the demoness had said that Reiko would suffer if she didn't come alone. "I'm just going out for a few minutes," she told Azusa. "I'll be back soon. If I take too long, just start without me." Azusa frowned. "But ..." "Don't worry, I shouldn't be too long. Okay?" Azusa sighed. "Okay." Yohko gave her a reassuring smile that she didn't really feel, and left. Once outside, her smile fell away. She went out to the street and started walking. Night had fallen, and the streets had emptied in the neighbourhood. Soon she heard the rushing of wings above her, and looked up to see the creature from the mirror perch on a nearby streetlight. "I'm here!" she shouted. The creature smiled back. "Good. Now follow." So saying, it sprang into the air and soared away. Yohko rushed along, splitting her attention between her path and the creature in the air. Fortunately, it didn't make things too hard on her, and eventually she found herself standing in front of a large, wrought-iron gate. Behind it was a sprawling yard, and set far back from the street, a huge mansion. It wasn't too unusual for this part of town. The creature lit on the top of the gate and smirked down at Yohko. "I'll be waiting in the house. Find me, you'll find your friend. But be quick, before I grow ... restless." Then she sprang off the gate and flew toward the house, disappearing through the trees. The gate creaked open by itself, and Yohko stepped through. She hoped that, whatever happened, Reiko was unhurt. She'd been through enough already. Taking a deep breath, she raised her ring and transformed, her clothes exploding outward in a swirl of light, her dress forming around her, the symbol on her chest coalescing last. She summoned her soul sword to her with a thought, feeling its comfortable weight in her hand as she advanced slowly through the darkened yard, ready for anything. She wasn't really surprised when the gate swung shut behind her. Strangely, she wasn't attacked as she approached the house. She mounted the steps easily, and found the front door unlocked. It appeared the confrontation was to take place inside the house. Very well. She eased the door open and slipped inside. It was dark inside the house, with just enough widely spaced lights to allow her to walk without running into anything. But she was immediately assailed by a sweet, cloying scent. Roses. She saw something on the floor as she moved inside, crouching carefully to check it out. The floor was strewn with rose petals, a path of them leading off into the house. Red roses. Reiko had always loved them. Scowling, she followed the path, expecting to be set upon at any moment, surprised when nothing happened. The petals led to a winding staircase, then up. She mounted the stairs slowly, reaching the top without incident. Expensive items stood around the well-appointed mansion, suits of armour and expensive paintings and cases of obscure things, and Yohko had to move slowly for fear of an ambush from the shadows. The path led deeper into the house, finally turning to disappear under a large, heavy wooden door. Yohko eased up to the door, her heart racing. This was it. She tried the heavy metal latch, and it turned without resistance. She pushed the door open lightly. It opened without sound, revealing a large, shadowy room lit by flickering candles mounted in wall sconces. Yohko entered, and jumped as the door slammed shut behind her. So I'm here, she thought to herself to quell her nervousness. Let's get this over with. "Ah, Yohko. Thank you so much for coming." Yohko started at the soft voice, then stared in shock as a figure walked slowly toward her out of the dim, flickering shadowed recesses of the large chamber. "R-Reiko?" It WAS Reiko, she saw. The other girl walked slowly towards her, a sultry smile on her beautiful face. Yohko could only stare. Reiko was wearing a dress. A beautiful dress, with a scooped neck, a tight bodice, and full skirts that rustled as she moved. It looked like a wedding gown. But it was all in black. "Do you like my dress?" she asked coquettishly. "It's for my wedding." Yohko felt her heart sinking. Was she too late? "Reiko, who are you marrying?" she asked, eyes still shifting around the room. Reiko's smile widened slowly. "Why, you, of course." Yohko froze. "W-what?" "It's our wedding night, Yohko. And I love your dress, sweet." Yohko stared at the other girl, a sense of helplessness rising in her. "Oh, Reiko," she sighed. "Am I too late? Have they corrupted you again? Listen to me, Reiko. This isn't you! They did this to you, but I can help you if you'll let me." Reiko stared at her, then threw her head back and laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "Is that how you think it was?" she asked, amused. "Ah, poor sweet, naive Yohko. You still don't understand. I was a willing participant in my own corruption, my dear. I always wanted more, and they offered me all the power I could ever want. I accepted the principal's tutelage, and if you hadn't interrupted the ceremony, I would have gained full control of this world." She narrowed her compelling, violet eyes and smiled secretively at the shocked Devil Hunter. "I will still have my power, Yohko. I will have everything I desire. Including you." Yohko brought the soul sword up to a guard position, her expression sombre. "I'm sorry, Reiko. I have to do this. Please forgive me." Reiko sighed. "You still don't believe me, do you? You think I'm a helpless pawn. Very well, I'll prove it to you." She gripped the front of her dress, tearing it up and away in one swift motion. Yohko's vision was obscured for a second, and when she saw Reiko again, she felt a bolt of recognition slam through her like a physical force, leaving a cool tingle in its wake. Glossy black boots with thin, wicked stiletto heels hugged Reiko's legs up to the knee. Skin tight black pants of some sleek material clung obscenely to her shapely legs and hips, showing off her firm buttocks. A blood-red sash was wound tightly around her narrow waist, tied at one side, the ends falling loosely to her knee. She wore a silky white shirt with flowing sleeves, unlaced at the throat to show the tops of her creamy, unencumbered breasts. Her night black mane flowed unbound down her back to fall below her hips, that seductive forelock falling arrogantly across the bridge of her nose between her mesmerizing, violet eyes. She had black half-gloves on her hands, stretching from her wrists, angling up to sheath only the ring fingers of each hand, leaving the others bare. In her right hand, she held a coiled whip. A wicked smile twisted her lush lips as she struck a lazy, dangerous pose. "Remember this?" she asked huskily. Yohko stared, almost entranced. Of course she remembered. Her fantasy ... Wait. If Reiko had caused that, then she really had been this way all week. She had ALWAYS been the Dark Queen. She'd ... She'd been lying all along. "You," Yohko breathed, and now there was cold rage in her voice. Reiko's smile widened. "Ah, now you understand. I've been your true opponent all this time. My mistake last time was trying to kill you, but I've seen the error of my ways. I must instead possess you. I must make you mine. Do you see that?" She waved one elegant hand, and the lights brightened enough that Yohko could make out a huge, four-posted bed covered with black silk bedding. "Our wedding bed, Yohko. That's where we will consummate our dark wedding vows. That's where I'll make you mine." Her voice was a low, throaty purr, and Yohko suppressed a tiny shudder in spite of herself. "You're insane," she spat. "I'm not going to let you touch me!" Reiko took a slow step forward, her hair moving slowly with each pantherish stride. "No," she crooned. "you're not going to "let" me do anything at all. That's what's so delicious." She fixed her eyes on the Devil Hunter, letting the whip uncoil as she took another step. "Come now, Yohko. The Blood moon rises, here and in the Dark Realms. And your blood burns for me. Let us begin the ceremony. Come, be my dark bride." And she took another step. *** Azusa looked out the window, her expression troubled. Something didn't feel right. Yohko still hadn't returned, and there was a feeling in the air, a tension, like something was going to happen ... She pushed away the supper that she had barely touched, and paced around the house. Yohko was in danger, she just knew it! And she had to do something, but what? She didn't know what the danger was. She didn't even know where Yohko had gone. She went to the window, and parted the curtains to peer out at the night sky. Then she let out a horrified gasp and pulled back reflexively. The moon had risen. And it was blood red. *** The atmosphere in the room fairly crackled with the tension between the two women as they faced each other. The skin of Yohko's bare arms and legs tingled with the proximity of her opponent, and she sidestepped slowly, looking for an opening, hefting the soul sword as if it weighed nothing. Reiko smiled. Yohko had learned so much since they'd last met, but she would still fall. This would not be the sort of battle the Devil Hunter was accustomed to. It would be infinitely sweeter, a slow silken struggle of body against body, will against will, until one had submitted utterly and the other claimed her prize. Reiko wanted the moment to last forever, and at the same time she wanted to throw the girl to the floor and ravish her. She sighed with contentment. The moment she'd waited for so long was finally at hand. Her prize was near, now all she had to do was tame the stubborn wench. Reiko's whip flicked out, and Yohko dodged to the side. Reiko smiled evilly and flicked out the whip again, following Yohko with a slow, confident strut, watching as Yohko slashed at the whip with her sword. The girl's skirt, slit high on both sides, showed a lot of leg as she moved, and Reiko smiled wider at the sight. All that creamy flesh ... "I, Reiko, the Dark Queen, take this girl," she whispered, "to be my helpless, beguiled bride." Yohko's eyes widened and she shook her head slightly as Reiko's voice trickled into her ears like sweet, syrupy corruption. "Shut up," she snarled, slashing wildly at Reiko's next strike. "To possess and to corrupt, to seduce and to ravish, to ensnare and bewitch," she whispered, delighted at Yohko's anger. "I said shut up! Come on and fight me, Reiko!" "I swear to bind her, body, soul, and will, to me. I swear to fill her with the sweet corruption of the Darkness, and to accept and cherish her submission to me, her rightful mistress ..." "Yaaah!" Yohko lunged, but Reiko dodged her easily, spinning away from the silvery arc of Yohko's weapon. Reiko could see her words striking home, setting up their siren call in Yohko's virgin flesh, tormented and maddened by her nights of unreleased need. How lovely it was to see the girl caught in her sweet snare. "Her rightful mistress," she continued confidently. "I swear to use her as I see fit, to tear down the light, so that she might better serve me in shadow ..." Yohko turned, and Reiko's whip snaked out, striking her sword hand and sending the blade flying into the shadows. "Until death do we part," she finished, her tongue running slowly over her bottom lip, then bit it gently. She stalked Yohko, forcing her away from the area where the sword had fallen, teasing her with little flicks of her whip. The impotent fury in the girl's eyes excited her. Now. She'd teased and taunted long enough. It was time to make the haughty little Devil Hunter hers. She lowered her guard, and Yohko took the bait eagerly, springing forward to bring her power to bear. Reiko let the whip lash out low, binding itself tightly around Yohko's ankles. Taken off balance, the girl crashed to the floor. Reiko was beside her instantly, reaching down to gather the girl up in her arms. Yohko struggled wildly as Reiko knelt over her, pulling the dazed girl up into her arms tightly. "Fight as much as you like, Yohko," she whispered. "It will only make my victory all the sweeter." "You crazy bitch! I'll send you back to hell where you belong!" she snarled, trying to bring her hands around. Reiko sensed the gathering of Yohko's spiritual power, and summoned a quick spell she'd prepared for this moment. Her hair began to stir, as if caught in a stiff breeze. Then the thick locks lengthened, snaking out as if alive. Medusa-like, they snaked out and over Yohko's bare arms, ensnaring her wrists easily. Yohko gasped at the sensation as the silken bonds tightened delightfully around her wrists and forearms, then began bearing them back behind her lithe body. She struggled frantically, but she couldn't break free from the flowing bonds, and within seconds her wrists were trapped, bound tightly by Reiko's mane at the small of her back. Yohko shuddered as stray locks made free with her, caressing the bare skin of her captured arms. She gritted her teeth, looking up into Reiko's face, hovering so close above her. "Let me go!" she demanded. Reiko's low laugh caressed her as lightly as her hair, her hot breath scalding Yohko's face. "What? After I've gone to such lengths to catch you? And you haven't spoken your vows yet, my lovely bride." Yohko gritted her teeth and thrashed, seeking some way to gain an advantage. But Reiko's bespelled mane prevented her from unleashing her power, and Reiko's lean, strong body held hers in a position where she couldn't get any leverage. "Why, Yohko," Reiko purred. "I believe I told you to wear your hair down for me." She reached out with one finger, and Yohko gasped as first one ornament, then the other burst open with a flare of energy, falling to the floor. Her hair, unbound, fell in a sleek wave down her back. Reiko nodded approvingly. "Much better," she whispered. "Ah, Yohko, you struggle so prettily! This is why I didn't take you last night, at the club. You were so submissive as I tended to you ..." Her mocking whisper trailed off, and Yohko screeched with fury, bucking and twisting in Reiko's arms. Reiko gathered her closer, and Yohko felt the Dark Queen's lush body pressing tightly against hers, her full breasts unrestrained, bound only by the thin material of her shirt. Reiko parted her lush, red lips gently, watching Yohko's frantic struggles with fire building in her deep, violet eyes. "This is how it should be," she whispered. "This is the only way to conquer your foes, Yohko. Not the way we did it before. Come, now. Let us go to the bridal bed, so you can surrender your virginity to me. So you can surrender ... everything." Yohko struggled even more frantically as Reiko easily lifted her in her arms, walking slowly to the bed. To Yohko it looked like a thing alive, dark and hungry, a spider that would entrap her in its web and paralyse her while Reiko had her way ... "Reiko, stop! T-this is crazy! You can't ..." "I can. I will. Resist as long as you can, Yohko. Once you give in to me, you'll be a Devil Hunter no longer. You'll be mine." Reiko stood above the bed, placing her mouth next to Yohko's ear so she could whisper directly into it. "Does that thought ... excite you?" That unleashed another flurry of struggled, and Reiko smiled. Still a lot of resistance left. Good. She didn't want her wedding night to end too quickly, after all. She bore the girl down to the black silk of the bed, bracing herself easily over Yohko's prone body. Yohko gasped at the feel of the cool silk on her exposed skin. The suffocating scent that rose to envelop her was familiar. It was sweet and corrupt and savage, blood and roses and exquisite sensuality and decadence. It was Reiko's scent, and it made her weak. But only for a moment. Yohko wasn't going to allow this to happen. No matter what, she would win. She was a Devil Hunter, and no demon had beaten her yet. "Ah, you look so lovely there." Reiko hovered over Yohko, pulling back slightly as the other girl tried to head-butt her. "Oh, how naughty you are," she breathed. "You'll have to be punished, of course. But first things first." Yohko felt the soft lush locks twining around her wrists even more tightly, then pulling them apart and up. Long strips of black silk unwound from the posts at the head of the bed, snaking down to accept her offered wrists. Reiko's hair retreated along her arms, teasing the bare skin, and Yohko gritted her teeth, determined not to give the bitch the pleasure of hearing her moan. No matter how much she wanted to. Finally, Reiko's hair had returned to its former state, and the dark beauty gave her captive a sultry smile. "That was enjoyable, was it not? A very sensual technique, but for what I have in mind I need to be free to move. Don't worry, though. The spells I've placed on that silk will make it as strong and resistant to your abilities as my hair was. Now, what to do first?" Yohko's arms were held out and up above her head in a Y shape, and she quickly found that Reiko had spoken the truth. She couldn't break free. Her legs were unbound now, however, Reiko's whip having long since fallen away. Reiko used her body, though, to control Yohko's legs as she gazed at the captive girl with a hungry look that sent shudders through Yohko's body. I have to get loose! I have to, Yohko thought desperately. Before ... before ... Before the unthinkable happened. Reiko's eyes caught Yohko's, and she had trouble tearing herself away from that hypnotic gaze. Reiko chuckled, then brought her hand up to Yohko's face, tracing the girl's mouth with one long, crimson nail. "Now I have my prize," she purred. "And I want to see it. All of it." She straddled Yohko's narrow waist, gripping it tightly between her shapely thighs, and threw her head back, tossing her mane over her shoulder. The stiletto heels of her boots dug into Yohko's legs as she writhed, desperate to break free. With a glint in her eye, Reiko reached down, drawing her sharp nail along Yohko's dress between her full ripe breasts, slicing through the material. As Yohko squealed with outrage, Reiko slowly widened the cut, until she could see a broad swath of pale skin. She drew her nail lightly down the exposed skin between Yohko's breasts, watching with sly amusement as the girl bit her lip to keep from crying out. Soon, now, my sweet, she thought. Soon, I'll drag the first moans of pleasure from you. Then you'll finally realize that there's no turning back. Still smiling, she carefully inserted her fingers into the gap, firmly grasping the material, her knuckles brushing together as her palms faced outward. Then slowly, oh so slowly, she pulled out and up, pulling the material out, being careful not to touch the breasts as she did so. She drew the dress out to the sides, so that Yohko's firm ripe breasts were completely exposed. Finally, she pulled the stretchy material down and let it go so that Yohko's breasts were framed by the material, pushed slightly together and arrogantly outwards. She gasped with appreciation. They were lovely. The tear she'd made in the dress cupped them, pushing them out and holding them tightly. The nipples were engorged and fully erect already, and Yohko gasped with dismay, closing her eyes and shaking her head. Reiko leaned forward. "Oh, Yohko, they're so pretty! I love them! And those nipples, are they for me? You have been enjoying yourself, haven't you? Naughty girl!" "LIAR!" Yohko screamed. "LET ME GO YOU BITCH! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" Yohko panted with exertion, struggling frantically against her silken bonds, and Reiko rode the girl easily, watching the interesting things her struggles did to her exposed breasts. Finally, Yohko's spasm subsided, and Reiko sighed happily. "Oh, that was marvellous! Now, Yohko, you don't really want me to let you go, do you?" Yohko felt her impotent rage curdling within her. No enemy had ever beaten her this way. She would have preferred a physical beating to this. Such a beating she could have endured, but this ... She was losing. She could feel it. And Reiko knew it too. "Yohko," she purred. "I know your body burns to be touched. I sent you all those lovely dreams, you know. Although I didn't let you come after the first one, did I? You must be very ... tense by now. Well, don't hold back on my account, sweet. I'll accept your utter submission any time you wish to give it." "Go to hell," Yohko whispered dully. Reiko smiled. "Oh, I've been there, sweet. Now I'll take you with me. And it's not unpleasant, sweet. In fact, I think you'll like it." Reiko leaned forward, letting her lush mane spill forward over her shoulder, dragging it lightly over Yohko's exposed breasts. She sighed with pleasure as Yohko choked back a whimper. Then she whipped her head around, lashing the captive breasts with her hair. Yohko jerked under her, but still didn't moan. She whipped her head back, tossing her hair so that it slid down her back. Then she gave Yohko another sweet smile. "Have you ever let any of those boys you were so enamoured of see them, Yohko, or am I the first?" She knew she wasn't, but Yohko blushed, the crimson stain spreading over the bridge of her pert nose. Reiko laughed delightedly. "You haven't, have you? What an honour! So, no one's ever ... touched them? Like ... this?" She lightly dragged her long crimson nails along the underside of Yohko's breasts, listening as the girl's breathing took on a laboured air. She let her fingers trace slowly around the gentle swell of the mounds, then brought them back to the bottom edges. Hesitating for a long, breathless moment, she finally spread her fingers out and slowly ran her hands up until she was cupping the lovely breasts fully. She stopped just before the webbing between her index and middle fingers touched the bottoms of the erect nipples. Yohko's body trembled helplessly, awaiting the touch on those sweet vulnerable points that Reiko had thus far denied her. Reiko savoured the moment as she watched Yohko's throat work as she struggled for breath, the air suddenly too heavy to breathe. Then, claiming her prize, Reiko closed her fingers around those lovely pink treasures and squeezed, oh so firmly. Yohko's body arced upwards, exploding from the bed, nearly unseating Reiko with its savagery. And the sweet, helpless cry that Reiko had longed to hear was torn from Yohko's lips. "Yes," she whispered, working the captive mounds expertly. Even before she'd become the Dark Queen, she'd enjoyed this. Seducing a virgin was one of life's great pleasures. Yohko writhed helplessly, her body twisting to the sweet rhythm Reiko was stroking on those lush breasts. She tossed her head back and forth, biting her lips to keep from crying out again, and Reiko laughed. "You are mine, sweet. Your traitorous body already obeys its true mistress. Soon I will storm the fortress of your will, and once that has fallen to me, you will speak your vows and become mine." "Nuh-never," Yohko gasped. Reiko twined her fingers around those nipples, tweaking them sweetly, and lowered her face to let her hot breath fan over the swollen nubs. "Oh, yes. It's happening already, isn't it? Your body cries out for pleasure, for release. It longs to be taken, to be conquered, to be stroked and pleasured and ravished without mercy ..." "I'll fight you!" Yohko hissed, glaring at her venomously. Reiko nodded. "You ARE fighting me, sweet. It wouldn't be any fun if you weren't. But I've barely begun to show you my tricks. Now, I want to ... taste them." As Yohko's lovely doe-brown eyes widened with shocked understanding, Reiko swept her arms under the captive girl's body, encircling her waist and pulling her chest into the air. Her back formed a slim arch as Reiko pulled the girl close. She watched with satisfaction as Yohko's head fell back, lashing from side to side, her hair streaming down to pool on the inky black sheets. Reiko lowered her face to Yohko's chest, letting her breath brush teasingly over the quivering nipples as she drew out the inevitable contact. She raked her long nails gently across Yohko's taut back as she held her in place, bending forward to let her bangs slither across the sensitized skin of her prey's breasts. She was rewarded with a strangled gasp, and smiled. She kept Yohko's body tight to her so her arms were stretched out by her silken bonds. She had no leverage to use and had to be content anticipating Reiko's next move. It was not long in coming. Peering into Yohko's eyes from under her tousled forelock, Reiko slowly parted her lush lips and moved her head forward. Yohko stiffened, crying out in despair as a fierce wet heat enveloped her nipple. Reiko took Yohko into her mouth, then teased her mercilessly, swirling her tongue in slow, lazy circles, tracing inward to stab suddenly at the centre of Yohko's pleasure, then lightly brushing the captive nub with her teeth before sucking, pulling outward, then taking much of the breast into her heat once again. Yohko writhed and squealed, unable to stop herself. She'd never experienced anything like this before. She knew she must fight, but her body was suffering from a whole week of denial, and Reiko's expert ministrations were breaking down her already shaky defences. She was losing. Reiko let the nipple pop gently from her lips, then began raining tiny, white hot kisses down the side of Yohko's breast, nestling briefly in the cleft between them before slowly, so slowly, working her way up the other side. And drawing the other nipple into the savage hot wet sweetness of her mouth. Yohko moaned, letting her head fall back loosely. Reiko's arms were strong, supporting all of her weight, and her legs were still mostly pinned. She needed to do something, anything, to distract the Dark Queen before ... before she went too far. "R-Reiko ..." Reiko pulled back from her feast, locking her hungry eyes on to Yohko's. "Yes, my sweet?" "Don't do this. I ... I can help you ..." Reiko's arms tightened, her nails digging into Yohko's back, then tearing at the already tattered material of her dress. "Oh, Yohko. Is that the best you can do? Don't you realize, you're already beaten? You're mine now. All that remains to be seen is ... how long you can hold out before you submit." Yohko began thrashing again, but even she knew her struggles were less energetic than before. "I won't give up. I ... CAN'T!" Reiko gave her a slow, sexy smile. "I know. That's why I'm going to help you submit." She dropped Yohko lightly back down to the bed, then slid her hands enticingly over the naked breasts, lacing her long fingers into the tear just under them. Then, with one savage motion, she pulled, tearing the dress all the way down to Yohko's hips. Some quick work with her sharp nails and Yohko's panties were exposed. Yohko paled. "What ... what are you going to do?" Reiko touched her finger lightly to Yohko's lips. "Oh, I think you know," she teased. Yohko went wild, bucking and twisting, a thin wail tearing from her throat. But Reiko's magicked bonds held her tightly, containing her powers, and at last she subsided again, more quickly this time, her energy spent. Reiko just stared down at her, victory in her cool arrogant gaze, and Yohko could only gasp for breath. Then Reiko bent down and began kissing Yohko's tender throat, and Yohko whimpered. Reiko made a throaty animal sound, and began kissing her way down Yohko's body, always maintaining maximum contact with the girl's heated flesh. Yohko's whimpers began to grow wilder, more frantic as her tormentor reached the taut, trembling belly, her white hot kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Finally, her mouth reached the top of Yohko's pure white panties. She paused and breathed deeply of the delicious musky scent, then ran the tip of her tongue around the waist band of this final barrier, causing a tiny tremor of resistance to shudder through Yohko's body. Carefully, she positioned herself between the girl's legs, forcing them apart easily and looping her arms under the thighs, letting her hands gently stroke the poor girl's quivering belly. She moved her head forward, kissing her way up the inner thighs and letting her silken mane brush tantalizingly against the sensitized skin there. She let her open mouth hover over the damp panties for a last long moment, letting Yohko realize what was coming. Then, at last, she pressed her mouth against Yohko's heat and thrust her tongue firmly against the soaked material of the panties. Yohko screamed. Her body arched back, the tendons in her neck standing out as she cried out in helpless passion at the foreign heat that sought out her most secret, vulnerable spot and invaded it. Reiko pulled back a little and tore the useless panties away easily, letting her eyes roam freely over Yohko's womanhood. "Oh, Yohko. It's so lovely, and it's all mine," she breathed. Yohko moaned. "Reiko, no ... please ..." Reiko sighed, tightening her grip slightly. "You're begging, which is good. But you're still capable of rational speech, which means I've a ways to go yet. Now, cry out for me, sweet. Let me know you like it." Reiko kissed Yohko's nether lips fully, slipping her tongue deep inside. Yohko gasped and cried out again. "Ahhhh! Ohh, nooo! Rei ... ko, no, don't don't please oh my ahhhHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Yohko's body rocked back and forth to the seductive rhythm of Reiko's tongue as it darted in and out, in and out, having its way with the girl. Reiko sensed the supple looseness of Yohko's body, and knew she was coming close to the moment she desired, the moment when Yohko would give herself over for the first time. So she slowed the rhythm, bringing her lips up to clamp softly on the girl's sweet nub. Yohko screamed again, twisting and panting as sweat slicked her flushed skin. Reiko wanted her prey at the edge, but she'd been denying her release all week and she would continue to do so until the time was right. With agonizing slowness, she began kissing her way back up Yohko's trembling body, over belly and swell of breasts and finally up to the tender hollows of her throat, listening to the girl's ragged breathing and helpless moans. No more threats, no more struggles. The end was nearly at hand. Reiko sat back, straddling the girl again, and waited until Yohko's eyes found her once more. Then, with a seductive smile, she pulled her shirt open, baring her own magnificent breasts. "These are for you, my lovely bride," she whispered. Do you like them?" Yohko closed her eyes and turned her head away, causing Reiko to laugh. "Now, don't be like that, sweet. Here, taste them." She leaned down, lacing her fingers in Yohko's unbound hair, and pulled the girl's face slowly around. Then she placed one firm breast at Yohko's mouth, which the girl promptly closed. Reiko was delighted. "Still able to resist! Ah, Yohko, you are everything I dreamed you'd be and more!" Slowly, she traced Yohko's mouth with her own nipple, feeling the stiff nub lightly score Yohko's lips until, finally, she was able to press in. She moved around slowly for a few moments in the lush heat, then pulled out again. "I can see I'm going to have to teach you some techniques for pleasuring women," she sighed at last. Yohko didn't respond. Reiko leaned forward again, pulling Yohko's face close to her by the hair, and smiled. "Now, Yohko, repeat after me. "I, Yohko Mano, offer my submission ..." Yohko's eyes flared briefly. "Fuck you," she whispered. Her body was on fire, her womanhood still burning from the violation of Reiko's wicked mouth, but even if her body's desires betrayed her, she would never give in. Reiko sighed. She had anticipated this. She had a way to ensure that her wedding came off without a hitch, though. She had prepared quite thoroughly. She would have preferred if she could have compelled the girl to speak the vows through her sexual arts alone, but she should have known that the little Devil Hunter would require ... extreme measures. She lay atop Yohko, her unrestrained breasts creating a delightful friction with Yohko's own, and smiled down at the girl. Ravished, aroused, ensnared and trembling at the brink of sweet release, Yohko still resisted her. How marvellous. "Yohko," she whispered to the girl who lay under her. She pulled Yohko's head back, raining fiery kisses on her throat, hearing the girl whimper with pleasure at her mistress's attentions. Reiko kissed her way up to Yohko's beautiful face, but did not claim her tender mouth. Not yet. "Yohko," she crooned. "Here's a bit of devil trivia you may not have known." Yohko's eyes opened and seemed to have difficulty focussing, then finally locked on hers. "Wh-what?" she asked, barely able to speak. Reiko licked her lush red lips slowly. "Yohko. Demon blood has certain powers, Yohko. In fact, a very powerful book, the Tome of Craxus, is written in demon blood. The power differs depending on the demon, of course." She arched her body gently against the captive girl, smiling as Yohko whimpered sweetly at the sensations that generated in her. "Yohkoooo. My blood, Yohko, will work on you in a very special way. My blood is like a drug." She smiled as the realization dawned in Yohko's lust fogged eyes. "Yessss," she crooned. "You will submit, Yohko. You will speak your vows, and we will consummate our dark wedding. Now." As Yohko watched helplessly, Reiko's fangs extended within the lush softness of her mouth. Gently, she bit down on her own lower lip, breaking the skin and causing dark red blood to well up there. Then, with a wicked smile, she twined her fingers in Yohko's silken mane and drew the helpless girl's face up, pressing her bloodstained mouth down in a sweet, tainted kiss of corruption. Yohko tried to cry out, but her cries were muffled by Reiko's mouth when it seized her own. Reiko's lips closed over hers, working at her mouth expertly, taunting and teasing Yohko's tender lips until, finally, they parted, unable to resist the conqueror's kiss any longer. Yohko moaned desperately as Reiko caught her with the drugging kiss, her hot tongue forcing the sweet/foul/intoxicating blood into Yohko's mouth as she plundered it, Reiko's satisfied moans answering back. Yohko felt her head being drawn back into an even more submissive posture, and she could no longer resist at all. Reiko drew the kiss out, letting her mouth linger as she teased and nipped and advanced and withdrew, never completely pulling away. Finally, their first kiss ended, and Reiko let her mouth trail along Yohko's cheek to her ear, where she whispered intimately directly into Yohko's beguiled centre. "I've wanted to kiss you like that since the first time I saw you," she breathed. "My kisses are the drug that you will come to need, sweet Yohko. I knew it would take a kiss to make you mine. Now, Yohko. It's time to surrender, sweet girl. You've fought well, but the fight is over for tonight. Repeat after me. "I, Yohko Mano ..." Yohko whimpered something deep in her throat, and Reiko brought one hand up to her breast, entwining the vulnerable nipple with her long fingers. Then she gently nibbled Yohko's ear. "I have all night, sweet," she breathed. "I, Yohko Mano, offer my submission ..." The sweet, dark corruption coursed through her, undoing her will, leaving it ravished and strengthless as it gently stroked her darkest desires to full awareness. Dimly, Yohko became aware that she was speaking. "I ... Yohko Mano ..." "Offer my submission ..." "Offer my submission ..." Reiko smiled softly and stroked the girl's inflamed body, letting her edge closer to release. Yohko whimpered again, almost beyond rational thought now. "As the helpless, beguiled bride of the Dark Queen ..." "As the h-helpless, beguiled ... bride of the Dark Queen ..." "To be possessed and corrupted, seduced and ravished, ensnared and bewitched ..." Slowly, haltingly, the girl repeated the vows Reiko breathed hotly into her ear. "To be bound body, soul, and will to my mistress ... to serve her as she sees fit, in the shadows ... until death do us part." Reiko breathed a sigh of excitement. She pulled back, hovering over Yohko's limp, sweat-slicked body, and gazed down at her with a look that was almost tender. She waved her hand in the air, and something appeared in it. Yohko barely possessed enough control to realize what was happening. She panted helplessly, gazing up at the thing in Reiko's slim hand. It was a narrow, supple black collar, with an inverted cross on the front, under the tether ring. "Oh, no ..." she whispered, unable to resist any further. Her resistance had melted in the forge of Reiko's heat, and now she could only wait submissively for the ordained ending. Reiko smiled, her lush red lips parting slightly to show her tiny, ivory fangs, as she bent down. "With this ring," she whispered, "I thee wed." She fastened the cool collar around the graceful column of Yohko's throat, and as she fastened it in place, a new tide of helpless pleasure rose up in the girl, feeding on her absolute dark submission. She didn't resist it; she knew it would be impossible. She simply trembled, her moans mounting as the moment drew near. Then Reiko pulled her close again, and whispered into her moist, open mouth, "With this kiss I accept your submission." She pressed her soft, full lips against Yohko's mouth again, the silken pressure forcing Yohko's trembling lips apart as the dark tide of pleasure finally crested. And broke. Yohko's scream was muffled by Reiko's hungry mouth, her body twitching in her mistress's tight embrace as wave after wave of unforgiving dark pleasure rolled through her, erasing her defences, smashing all remnants of her will, causing every inch of her body to ignite with unholy fire. This was Reiko's power over her. She was finally experiencing it, and she knew she'd been foolish to think she could ever resist. The dark waves took her and did as they would, and she had no power to stop them. She was a mere girl before the knowledge of a woman like Reiko, a girl whose meagre power and fragile sword were no match for this dark compulsion that Reiko had kissed onto and into her, making her a prisoner of lusts and desires that she'd never suspected she possessed. After an eternity, the crashing tide of pleasure finally receded, leaving her broken and spent, a trembling wreck, sprawled gasping on silken sheets, her flesh still burning, her core molten and beyond anything she'd ever experienced in her young life. The first thing she realized as she slowly came back to herself was that Reiko was still kissing her. The second thing was that the sensation was incredibly erotic, slow and hot and sensual, unlike any she'd had before this night. The third thing was that she was instinctively kissing back. Reiko finally broke the kiss and pulled away, staring down into her face with an expression of mixed possessiveness and hunger. Her commanding violet eyes burned into Yohko, her tangled dark mane contrasting with her pale skin, her nostrils flaring delicately. "I accept your submission," she whispered huskily. Yohko's lips parted, and she didn't know what she was going to say until she said it. "Again," she pleaded. And outside, the blood-red moon rode high in the sky. *** Kamiri hissed a curse under her breath. The translated text was laid out in front of her, the translator himself long since banished. Kamiri had thought to discover how to find the Tome of Craxus. Well, she had. Theses pages contained the details that would let her find the hidden shrine that contained the book. There was only one problem. The Tome of Craxus had been sealed long ago, captured during a pitched battle with a demon lord. This Kamiri had known. What she had not realized was that the hero who'd defeated the demon and sealed the book had been a Devil Hunter. And according to this, the only person who could get inside the final wards to retrieve the cursed thing was ANOTHER Devil Hunter. She thought back to the past week, when she'd been shadowing Yohko and that strange one, Reiko. She recalled Reiko's subtle flirtations, carelessly ignored by the innocent Devil Hunter. It all made sense now. Reiko was her adversary, and she must have known that only a Devil Hunter would be able to get the book out of the shrine. So she'd been going about snaring one. Damn! If Kamiri had known earlier, she could have seduced the sweet little fool right out from under Reiko's nose! But now ... Now. Well, maybe it wasn't too late. If Reiko hadn't made her move yet, Kamiri might still have time to catch the girl. If she did, she was confident her sexcraft was more than adequate to the task of placing the girl under her spell. IF Reiko hadn't claimed her already. Snatching her clothes from the bed, she set about dressing and then set out for Yohko's house. Once outside, she was captivated by the sight of the swollen, red moon casting eerie crimson shadows over the subdued city. Scientists would probably claim it was the result of an odd meteorological phenomenon, but Kamiri knew better. It was an omen, a bad one. Something had already happened, and she knew in her heart that she was too late. The Devil Hunter had fallen. *** Liliss slipped into her mistress's chambers, moving like a shadow over the thick plush carpet to the bed. In the dim light she could see Reiko, sitting propped up against the headboard, still dressed. Her white shirt was open to the waist, showing off her magnificent body. One hand cradled a silver goblet from which she sipped contemplatively. The other stroked the bound form that was slumped over her legs. Liliss stared with undisguised envy. Yohko's head was nestled in Reiko's lap, her unbound hair flowing in waves to the sheets. She was mostly naked, only scraps of her red dress still clinging to her body. Her wrists were bound securely at the small of her back with a strip of magicked silk, and her legs were tangled carelessly in the sheets. Liliss let her gaze slide hungrily along the smooth curve of the girl's naked back and buttocks, admiring her beauty, as well as the raised red welts left there by Reiko's long nails. As she came closer, she could see that Yohko's eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly. Reiko smiled at Liliss as she approached. "Things went well, I take it?" Liliss whispered. Reiko nodded. "No need to whisper, sweet. Yohko won't be waking up for a while, not after the night she's had. Ah, Liliss, my wedding night was everything I'd imagined it would be." She ran her fingers casually through Yohko's hair, smiling fondly at the helpless girl. "She's magnificent, Mistress. Truly." Reiko nodded. "Mmm. Liliss, I summoned you for a reason. First, didn't you say that there was someone else at the house when you went to fetch her?" Liliss nodded. "Yes, a younger girl. I didn't have much time to investigate, but she appeared to live there." Reiko pursed her lips thoughtfully. "If Yohko were awake, I could ask her about the girl, but I fear my enthusiasm sapped the poor dear's strength." Liliss looked down at the sated young beauty and had to agree. Yohko wouldn't be answering any questions before morning. "Should I go and retrieve her, Mistress?" Reiko considered it. "No," she said finally. "She is an unknown element, and I dislike those. My plan has come off perfectly so far, and I don't intend to make any mistakes this time. Return to your young red-head, Chigako. She ought to succumb even more quickly to your charms the second time. Find out what she knows about the girl, then return here and report to me in the morning." Liliss nodded, and Reiko took another slow sip of bloodwine. "Oh, and Liliss," she added thoughtfully. "Yes, Mistress?" "When you bring breakfast, don't forget the presents I picked out for my lovely young bride." Liliss gave her mistress a sultry smile. "Will you really need those restraints, Mistress?" She does not look capable of putting up much resistance to me." Reiko sighed wistfully, caressing the exhausted girl's cheek with one red nail. "Only for a while, Liliss. We made a wonderful beginning here tonight, but despite what I've told Yohko, it will take additional sessions before I can be assured that she is completely under my control." Reiko stretched languorously, like a cat, and purred deep in her throat. "MANY additional sessions," she added, with a smile that made Liliss shudder with delight and wish she were bound in Yohko's place. *** There was no sign of Yohko Mano. Kamiri had arrived at the house and scouted it out, finding only a young girl, unfamiliar from her previous surveillances, walking around in the living room. Given the late hour and the degree of her agitation, it was safe to say that her initial fears were well founded. Yohko was not here. And wherever she was, she was almost certainly under the spell of the girl Reiko. What Kamiri needed now was information about her enemy to determine just what she was up against. After all, if she was to have any hope of getting the book, she would need a Devil Hunter of her own, and right now the only Devil Hunter she knew about was missing. She peered in the window at the girl again. Perhaps she knew something that would prove helpful. She was an attractive little thing, shoulder length black hair tied up in a head-band/ribbon, wearing a blouse and long skirt. Kamiri decided then. She would wait until morning, then find a way to ingratiate herself with the girl, gain her trust. And if that didn't work, she'd just have to seduce her. And she'd have to hurry. There were only three days until the pathway opened. *** end part three. Next: Yohko wakes up to find herself Reiko's slave! Kamiri saves Chi and Azusa from Liliss, Ayako and Azusa 2 show up, and a shaky alliance begins to form. But what will the appearance of a second Devil Hunter do to Reiko's plans? And can Kamiri be trusted? All this and more fan service too!