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Millia's Captive	By : drtouche Category: +G through L > Guilty Gear Views: 2602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Guilty Gear, nor any of the characters from it. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only, and I will not make any money from writing it. Any similarity to real persons is purely concidental.

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Hello, everyone, Dr. Touche here. This is my first in a series of somewhat-related Guilty Gear fanfics. A friend and I once challenged each other to write erotica in 500 words or less, and the stories I wrote became the basis for this series. This is my first time posting on AdultFanFiction.net, so please be gentle, and remember: fantasy is fantasy, but if you see any orphan pirate girls in real life, please don't rape them. Anyway, enjoy!

May squirmed as strands of Millia's golden hair tightened around her wrists and ankles, soft as velvet but stronger than steel. The sight of the young orphan girl's slender body lying helpless on the cold concrete floor drove Millia into a frenzy of lust. That familiar sensation was overtaking her, the burning battle-fire behind her eyes, as the Other stirred. She could feel its approval, pinpricks coursing in up and down her spine in slow, tingling waves.
"You put up quite a fight back there, girl," Millia said, her voice suggestive of smoldering passion clawing at the walls of her frigid demeanor. She recalled the young pirate girl panting with effort, sweat beading on her forehead and glistening on her supple tan skin as she swung her massive anchor time and time again against a foe who was just too quick for her. She had savored the moment when May's arms slumped in defeat, her seemingly boundless energy finally drained. And most of all, she had relished the brief gleam of helpless terror in the orphan's eyes, a counterpoint to her own hunger. She had tasted that fear, a young vintage, but with a sweet aroma, as she had landed the blow that knocked the girl unconscious and lifted her lifeless body easily in her well-toned arms.
She felt the pinpricks tracing lines up and down her legs, starting with the front, but gradually moving to her inner thighs as the hunger grew. Finally, she growled internally, release. "Now, prisoner, down on your knees," Millia commanded in a firm tone, her voice no longer just her own. Her living tresses drew the helpless pirate girl closer to the growing furnace between her legs, until only two layers of fabric--that of Millia's tight combat dress, and that of her moist silk panties--separated May's tear-streaked face from Millia's bald, aching cunt. In the past, she'd kept a tight leash on the Forbidden Beast, but lately it had been using lust as a means of control. Reluctant at first, Millia had learned to stop fighting it and just enjoy the moments when the Beast was in control.
May fought back her choked sobs. What if Johnny were to see her this way, so weak and vulnerable? She thought back to what April had shown her on that unforgettable summer night against the main mast, bathed in the quiet light of the full moon, after the others had gone to sleep for the night. It had felt so good, then. This situation was different, though. While April was genuinely in love with May and wanted to share a passionate moment, the frosty eyes of the assassin woman contained a self-serving hunger. There would be no cradling in one another's arms, no soft, passionate kisses here. May was a meal to this woman, nothing more, and she had no choice in the matter. Composing herself and ignoring the warm, musky smell that made her a bit queasy, May tentatively stuck out her tongue and took her first taste of Millia's cunt.
The effect was electric. Millia's body tensed, the pinpricks igniting into a roaring inferno as she stifled a moan. She dug her fingertips into the girl's head, and May found her face squeezed into Millia's dripping womanhood. As her tongue began a series of slow up-and-down strokes along Millia's slit, causing the assassin to buck her slender hips in time with the girl's tongue movements, May found herself letting go of her fear. The encounter wasn't ideal, sure, but when she felt the assorted moans and spasms she was drawing out of her golden-haired captor, it made her feel a pleasurable warmth inside. Besides, this woman had a flawless body, and this would be good practice for her next meeting with April.
"Eat my fucking pussy, you dirty little pirate hooker! Lick me clean, you orphan jailbait slut!" Millia panted. She couldn't believe the dirty things that were pouring out of her mouth, just as her juices were trickling into her captive's! Caught between the beast inside and this innocent slip of a girl, Millia's usual calm, collected composure was shattered to bits, leaving behind a lust-crazed animal. This display of unbridled passion made May bolder, and she kissed and licked her way up to Millia's engorged clit and began to suck on it, determined to make her captor's climax as explosive as possible. Just as her first lover had done to her. She felt her limbs contorting painfully as the living bonds dug into her extremities. Millia, dripping with sweat, and clenching her perfect teeth in ecstasy, was soaring, racing toward the most intense orgasm of her life.
As Millia's body went rigid, her scream mingled with the symbiote's in an unearthly wail, and May felt the breath crushed out of her fragile body by those steel strands. She gasped, her vision exploding in spots of white light, and tears formed in her eyes as she felt herself on the verge of being ripped apart. No, not like this, she thought frantically, it can't end like this. There's still so much to...
Blackness.
When she came to, she felt the feeling of her body pressed against something soft and cool. Everything was still and silent, and the sound of her own ragged breath was like a jet engine in her ears. Was she dead? Her throbbing headache suggested otherwise. May groaned as her vision slowly swam into focus. She saw that she was lying on cold silk sheets, in a sumptuous bedroom whose decorating budget was likely more than she would ever be able to earn (or steal) in her life. As her eyes drifted lazily over the elaborate Renaissance-style decor, she felt movement off to her left, and realized she wasn't alone.
"I hope I didn't damage you too badly." If Winter had a voice, this would be it. "You lost consciousness, but you'll be okay now," the voice said matter-of-factly. Millia looked up and saw a pair of cold blue eyes framed by head of golden hair that was tied back in a series of elaborate braids. Those eyes, though cold, sparkled with something resembling concern.
"Where am I? What did you do to me?" May's voice was a study in confusion and outrage.
"This is my estate," Millia replied curtly. "Someone took a contract out on you with the Assassins' Guild, and the job was given to me. Though your fighting ability is considerable, I was able to dispatch you and fulfill the terms of the contract."
"Dispatch?" May's answered confusedly. "You mean I'm... dead?"
"Legally, yes. Only termination of the target can end a contract with the Guild, but fortunately, I have friends in high places. You're safe as long as no one from the Guild finds you."
"So... so I can go back now? Back to Apr- back to the Jellyfish?" Her voice welled up with hope. She was going home!
Millia turned that cold gaze on her, and May stiffened as she saw those hungry blue eyes. "Back?" Millia barked out a single note of strained laughter. "I'm afraid I can't run the risk of having you discovered. If the Guild found you and learned that I was responsible... no, no, child. This is your home now."
May looked very closely at Millia's face as she said this. She saw not only the ravenous eyes, but the woman's entire countenance change. She was still the same woman, and still as beautiful as before, but something darkened those statuesque features, something alien that came from inside of her. May's heart sank as she realized the previous encounter was a creature taking its first steps, testing its newfound capabilities. Millia brushed her fingers across her captive's cheek, a mocking gesture of affection.
"Get some rest, because the next time I see you, we're going to have so much fun together!"
The assassin woman hadn't spared her life out of compassion. She had merely taken steps to bring her new toy home in one piece. May saw that cruel smile, a smile that harbored dark secrets which would all be revealed to the girl in due time, things that no human being should ever have to experience. May felt the fear returning as she realized playtime was only beginning...
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