From sfe_otaku@hotmail.com Tue Dec 16 14:24:41 1997 Date: Mon, 15 Dec 1997 16:10:35 PST From: Steve Garrett To: sakura@anime.dhp.com Subject: Sakura Lemon - Story Submission (Note: I wrote this! Me! I accept full blame! BTW, thancks for posting this, Sakura.) Darkened Dreams By Steven Garrett WARNING!!! *insert atypical guidelines & who owns what stuff* Actually, this lemon has a dark side. If you are against and/or repulsed by true gothism, DO NOT READ THESE STORIES!!! You will NOT LIKE THEM!!! Also, if you're not over 18, shut off your computer & go get some exercise tonight... *grinz* You most likely need it. Anyhow, let's get on with it... Part One: The Release Ayeka smiled softly as she exited from the shower. Her skin was as pale as possible, and for this she was grateful... *Tonight's the night,* she thought as she entered her room & carefully closed it. All year she had been waiting for this concert. Imagine, Mercyful Fate AND Sisters of Mercy here in Japan! The prospects alone filled her with delight... As she reached under the bed, she gave one last glance around. *Good,* she thought. *They're all out screwing around or something... All the better for me to sneak out tonight...* Lifting the box from under the bed, she gently placed it on top & slowly opened the lid. Inside this box was her deepest secret, and she had to be careful so no one, not even her sister, found out... She began with the silk panties and bra. As their black softness enveloped her, she began to relax & have fun. Next, she gingerly pulled on the black satin blouse; wincing with delicious pain as the soft fabric caressed her scarred arms. *And Ryoko wonders why I wear those robes all the time...* she mused as she bared more of her true self to the world with each passing second. Next, she opted for her long black skirt; so that with every step, she could tantalize the crowd with her long & lustrious legs... Finally, she pulled on her soft socks. And to contrast, she slipped into a pair of Ankle-high boots. Reaching back into the box, she pulled out a velvet bag, from wich she procured a bottle of ebony nail polish & a stick of black lipstick. After another twenty minutes, her nails & lips were complete & she was ready to go. Opening her purse, she rertrieved her lancer and pen knife from the bottom of the box & sealed her purse again. Then, with the stelthness of a cat, she closed the box again & hid it as if it was never there. On the way out of her room, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror and smiled. *This is the real me,* she began as she flashed a smile; revealing the razor-sharp fang teeth she had saved for almost a year for. *I'll have to reccomend that dentist to my 'friends' tonight,* she mused as she turned out the light & left the room. All was quiet in the house as she walked silently along the now darkened hallways. Looking at a nearby clock, she saw that she had more than enough time to get to the concert. "Ah," she whispered. "This is going to be some fun tonight..." "OH REALLY?" came a almost mocking reply. Fear-stricken, she turned around and saw Ryoko standing in the doorway, blocking her exit. "Move it, bitch..." Ayeka began as she tried to shove her way past. "And what if I don't?" Ryoko began with a wicked glint in her eye. "What is this thing you're so worried about that you'll sneak off without telling a soul? Hmmm?" Ayeka was about to start fighting with the space pirate when a thought occurred to her; Ryoko wouldn't leave her alone untill she found out. So, why not show her, and whet her appitite for tonight at the same time? "Why, Ryoko..." She began in a softer and more seductive tone. "Why do we allways have to fight? Can't we be friends?" And with this, she gently wrapped her arms around Ryoko's neck & swayed her hips softly in tune with an imaginary beat. "Wha...?" Ryoko began, but Ayeka silenced her with a soft kiss on the lips. "Don't fight it, my love," Ayeka began in a low whisper. "You know you allways wanted to try it. Now, didn't you?" Ryoko nodded dumbly as she stood there in shock. Chuckling to herself, Ayeka pulled the stunned pirate into one of the ajoining rooms and silently closed the door. Licking her fangs in anticipation, Ayeka maneuvered Ryoko onto the bed & began to strip Ryoko of all her clothing. After undressing the now shy pirate, she marveled at how quiet Ryoko had become. "Ah, my love, why are you so reluctant to voice your opinions?" Ayeka began as she slowly caressed Ryoko's thighs. ""I-I'm scared..." Ryoko began before Ayeka silenced her with another kiss. "It's all right..." Ayeka began as she softly caressed Ryoko's neither regions, and felt her dampoening allready. "Ah..." Ayeka began as she slowly slipped between Ryoko's legs. "I see you're more into thios than I'd thought..." And with that, she began to slowly lap at Ryoko's golden nectar. As Ayeka began to work more feveriosly at Ryoko's clit, Ryoko slowly started to moan with rapture. As the pleasure intensified, it was all Ryoko could do not to start screaming in pleasure. Finally, Ayeka sensed that Ryoko was ready. With a swift motion, she latched onto Ryoko's love button & bit town lightly with her fang; releasing a steady stream of blood into her willing mouth. This final act sent Ryoko screraming over the edge of ogasmic bliss, and she arched into the orgasms that rocked thru her body one after another. Finally Ryoko collapsed upon the covers and rested peacefully. Kissing the cut, which had now slown to but a few drops, Ayeka rewmoved herself from the slumbering pirate & walked to the door. Laughing quietly, she checked herself in the mirror before continuing to the concert unopposed. End of PART ONE I warned you... This isn't your daddy's Hentai. 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