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Lovestained Lineage	By : drtouche Category: +G through L > Guilty Gear Views: 2592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own Guilty Gear or any of its characters. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes, not profit. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental.

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Hello, everyone. Doctor Touche here. This story marks the third and final part of my Guilty Gear micro-erotica-turned-erotica semi-series. Taking out these old stories and revising them has helped me get back in the groove, so I think it's time to write some brand-new GG fanfics. Remember: when engaging in ectoplasmic bondage, be aware of your partner's limits, and if you see any bound extremities turning red, untie them immediately to prevent loss of circulation. As always, enjoy!

Ky felt a sense of grim apprehension as he walked along the dimly-lit path through Wicked Forest, the imposing silence broken only by the sound of his footfalls and the caw of a distant raven. He clutched Thunderseal in his hands, knowing the one he sought out had a capacity for sadism, and resolving to be ready if the encounter escalated into violence.
When members of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights had found the body of the outlaw leader Johnny, his internal organs spread out around his shattered rectum like fake grass spilling from an Easter basket, an investigation was launched. Ky, who had volunteered to head it, knew of only one being who had the capability and the cruelty to commit such a crime.
"So you return, Holy Knight!" The voice was pure velvet, musical in quality, yet with an undeniably masculine force behind it. Ky whirled around to face the source of the sound, bringing his blade up in a defensive stance, but he was greeted only by a bank of fog.
"You're under arrest for the suspected murder of the outlaw Johnny!" Ky proclaimed, voice brimming with false bravado. Thunderseal crackled with energy as Ky activated it. He knew that Testament would never go quietly, and that further conversation would be futile, so he prepared himself to fight.
He heard a sudden whoosh from behind as something shot out of the darkness. Too late, Ky brought his sword up to strike. Ectoplasmic bonds seized his limbs, the slimy tendrils crushing his arms and legs painfully, bruising him as Thunderseal clattered to the forest floor, its crackling electrical arcs dying out. As Ky squirmed, realizing he'd fallen into a trap, he shot a malicious look into the face of his emaciated, raven-haired captor. His hatred was bolstered by the fact that, though he hated to admit it, Testament now had the upper hand.
"I've warned you never to return here, Holy Knight," Testament cooed, his voice silky, "and yet, time and time again, you find excuses to come back." He traced slender fingers along Ky's muscular torso, nails catching on the fabric of his uniform, which caused Ky to thrash as if those fingers had been dipped in acid. "You have come here looking for answers, and you will get them, though perhaps not the ones you thought you were looking for. Perhaps this will teach you to keep your... curiosity," this was punctuated by a thin smile, "in check."
Gnashing mouths formed from ectoplasm leapt from the shadows, streaking toward the helpless knight. Grotesque yellow fangs tore at every inch of Ky's body, tugging at his uniform, ripping it apart piece by piece. With every tearing sound, Ky felt himself further exposed, felt the cool mist of Souls Forest caress his tender skin. He tried to scream, but he felt a slimy tendril coil around his mouth, cutting off further protest. He found himself suspended, held naked in midair, body spread wide for the animals and his androgenously beautiful captor to see. His uniform, the symbol of his pride as a member of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, lay in tatters at his feet. Only his intensive training and sense of personal pride kept him from breaking down, held as he was at the mercy of this sadistic monster.
Waving his hand dismissively, Testament formed a bed from the ether, the bed upon which the blood of countless victims had been spilled. Only tonight, it would serve as the altar for a sacrifice of a different sort. Ky felt his bonds twisting him, forcing his body into a bent-over position over its edge. He felt the soft mattress press into his pelvis, tensed up as the cool sheets caressed his balls. Nearby, Undine clapped in anticipation, giggling with girlish glee. Even Ky's puritanical mind knew the direction his humiliation was headed, and he felt himself go slack in shock and disbelief. Testament smiled, the relaxed smile of a predator who was harrying his prey, slowly closing in for the kill. He wanted to savor this moment. The sadistic Gear dug his fingernails into Ky's flanks, leaving deep red scratches along his perfect abdominal muscles, and was satisfied to elicit a soft whimper. He leaned in close to Ky's ear, his soft, thin lips brushing Ky's earlobe ever so slightly, causing those same conflicted tingles of pleasure to spread throughout his body.
"Next time you have a conversation with your God," Testament whispered, his hot breath tickling Ky's inner ear, "ask him why good people are made to enjoy naughty things like this." Without warning, Testament plunged his fleshy scythe into Ky's virgin ass, and the unlubricated invader burned like a shaft of white-hot fire as he drove it in with a single stroke. Ky let out a muffled scream, and he tried to to throw himself against his living bonds, but they grew tighter in reaction to his force, rendering him nothing more than a puppet.
Testament's long, slender shaft hammered in and out of Ky's ass, a thin ribbon of blood providing the needed lubrication as the Gear pounded him mercilessly, his feminine hips thrusting with an inhuman force in the irregular rhythm borne of unrestrained lust. Testament fed off of Ky's wet, muffled shrieks, drinking his victim's agony like a fine wine, increasing the intensity of his anal assault as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Tears welled in Ky's eyes, tears of pain and internal conflict. In spite of the agony, he found his hips beginning to rock in time with Testament's, forced himself to stop several times until he gave in and let himself be carried by this primal rhythm. Testament growled, his face morphing into a skull as he came, pouring loads of volcanic juice into the moaning, sobbing young Knight. As Testament arched his back and raked his now-elongated nails across Ky's sweat-drenched back, Ky, caught in this Nirvana of pleasure and pain, murmured the word that floated to him across the void:
"Sol."
When Ky came to, he found himself at the edge of Wicked Forest, marveling at the way the sky was divided in two between the dark black woods and the sunny meadow that formed their border. However, Ky's thoughts were far from sunny his mind began to run through its usual defense mechanisms, suppressing his feelings as he had done for so many years. Thunderseal was stuck in the ground next to him, a full third of the blade driven into the soft dirt, reminding him of a grave marker. Ky yanked it from the ground, aware of its weight for the first time since first receiving it as the symbol of his high station. As he stumbled through the meadow, wandering at random in hopes of finding civilization, he used it to cover up his nakedness, but eventually feeling silly about modesty when there were no people around, he gave this up. The wind felt good against his naked body, he admitted, and he even allowed himself to laugh a little.
Days later, Ky returned to Holy Knight headquarters, and the guards were shocked to recognize the face of their Commander, who had clothed himself in salvaged rags. What terrible battle had ruined him so? He ignored their nervous questions and headed directly for the quarters of his mentor and father-figure, Kliff. As he related the tale of what happened, blubbering and with tear-stained eyes, Kliff's stoic face never changed, though he nodded occasionally to indicate he was listening. When Ky finally finished, he looked to his mentor for advice, knowing that Kliff would have the answers he needed, would give him the guidance he was looking for. He was shocked, then to see the former Commander's face darken, the eyes turn cold as the grave.
"An experienced Holy Knight like you knows the laws, Ky," Kliff said, his tone that of a disappointed father, "and you know that sodomy is one of the gravest of sins." Ky couldn't contain his outrage. He opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off as the old man's voice became as hard and sharp as his signature blade. "To think, one as pure as our own commander could have brought something so base, so sinful onto himself!" Kliff held out his hands dutifully. "You are no longer fit to carry Thunderseal. Return it to me, so we can find someone less tainted with sin to wield it in battle!"
"Brought this upon myself? DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!? He rape-"
"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME, BOY!" Kliff roared. "I have half a mind to get Dragonslayer and carve the Devil out of you myself, you impudent whelp!" Ky saw the granite in those eyes. He knew that though he might be able to best this man in combat, his sword arm was useless when it came to matters of law. With a heavy heart, Ky nodded and turned Thunderseal over to him. Kliff hefted the sword in his hands and turned away, unwilling to let the boy see the conflict in his eyes. Ky was like a son to him, and the words he was about to say... this would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his decades of service to the Order. "You are hereby stripped of your rank as Commander of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, as well as excommunicated from the Church," he said flatly. "Go, now. Leave this place. Civilians and non-believers aren't allowed in here."
As Ky turned and left the quarters without a word, each footstep like a hammer driving nails of guilt into Kliff's heavy heart, he listened for the echoes to fade, closed the door calmly. The Order's reputation must be protected at all costs. The Order... Then, when he knew he was completely alone, the tears started to flow.
"My son..." he sobbed, "my poor, unfortunate son!" He would still be sobbing when, that night, he pleasured himself to the image of Ky's anal defloration at the hands of the evil Testament, biting his lip as he came like a gout of dragon's breath.
As Ky walked through the hallways of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights headquarters, looking around this place for what would be the last time, he resolved to face each of his former subordinates with pride, not allowing himself to avoid their worried eyes, their concerned glances. No one had to ask to know there was a problem, the look on Ky's face said it all. He stepped through the massive gates, taking one last look back at the grim stone and steel structure as they clanged shut forever, and he felt a massive weight lifted from his heart. As he strode off into the distance, feeling the cool breeze against his face, he felt free for the first time in years. He knew exactly what to do with his newfound freedom, too. The man he wanted to see was a nomad and would be difficult to track, but the thrill of the chase made Ky's heart flutter all the more.
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