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- 1-Weakness
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There is a serious lack of KratosXAnna on this site. Or any other one, for that matter. So I decided to write my own. This is my first attempt, so give me some constructive criticism. Enjoy!

Kratos had never considered himself weak. In fact, he’d always been the stronger personality whenever he was in a group. Always the first to attack, always heading into dark forests with no fear, always the fearless leader. He was not submissive, always dominant. And maybe he was sick of that. Sick of always being in charge, making the first move, blazing the trail.
So maybe that was why he liked it when Anna took the initiative. When she curled up beside him and started running her hands along his chest, moving down his stomach, below his belt. When she started doing all the things that made him crazy, turned him on, and made him squirm. When they were finished, winded, and she would kiss his lips and tell him she loved him.
That was his one weakness. He’d been with women who were submissive, who let him do whatever he wanted to them. Anna was nothing like that. She went after what she wanted, turned lovemaking into a power struggle between them, and always won. Anna made him weak.
Maybe that was why he said yes. Why he nodded, intrigued, when Anna appeared in the doorway, a pair of handcuffs dangling off one of her slim fingers, that quirky little smirk on her face.
“I’m not so sure of this,” Kratos said as the metal snapped on his wrist. He was sitting in a chair, shirtless, with his hands behind the back of it, while Anna adjusted the handcuffs. “Where did you get these, anyway?”
“I may have…‘borrowed’ them from Yuan.” She straightened up behind him and leaned down, her lips brushing his ears. “I thought it would be fun. Kind of…kinky, you know?” Her hands rubbed his bare shoulders, and his tension eased automatically. “Besides, you seemed fine with it until I put the handcuffs on.”
“It’s just…strange,” Kratos said as her hands ran over his chest. “I’ve never done this before. For me, it’s always been straight-forward and simple.”
“Really?” Anna kissed his neck from behind, sending shivers up his spine. “Indulge me. How do you usually have sex?”
Kratos’ face got hot. “Anna, you already know.”
“No, I don’t,” she said seriously, walking around to the front of the chair to look at him. “I know how you have sex with me, but what about before me? What about other women?”
“…Humph.” Kratos shook his head. “I’m not discussing this.”
“That’s alright, I can probably figure it out.” She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Let me guess: you were on top.”
“…” Kratos sighed. She continued.
“It was probably missionary position. Maybe a little foreplay, but not much. It was simple, quick, and when you finished, it was over.”
“…You make me sound like an inconsiderate lover,” Kratos said. “Which I am not.”
Anna paused, thinking. “No, inconsiderate you’re not. But you are dominant, which means you controlled every aspect. You were on top, you decided when it began, you decided when it ended. Not inconsiderate, but efficient.”
“And now you make me sound like a mechanical lover,” he said, annoyed.
Anna rolled her eyes. “Stop acting wounded. We both know you’re pretty good in bed.”
There was silence for a moment before Kratos said, “I am?”
Anna sighed and stood in front of him and gripped his shoulders, hovering over him. “One chance. Yes or no to the handcuffs?”
Kratos thought for a moment. “…Yes.”
“Good.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. Their tongues slid together, wrapping around each other, until Anna pulled away. Kratos leaned forward, trying to follow her, but he was jolted to a stop by the handcuffs. He scowled.
“Hmm, what should I do with you?” She began to fidget with the button on her top, smiling at him. “It would be fun to tease you. And I know you have a thing for peeking.”
“Peeking?” he scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I saw you the other day.” She winked and undid her second button. “You were watching me undress.”
Kratos’ face flushed a light pink. “I wasn’t peeking on purpose,” he muttered. “I looked through the crack of the door and you were getting dressed, so…I waited outside.”
“Hmm, I don’t believe you.” She undid another button, while Kratos watched her intently. “I think you’re a peeping tom.”
“I am not. I have more dignity than that.” Anna snickered. “Really, I was not peeking.”
“Kratos, you’ve been handcuffed to a chair by a five foot, hundred pound woman. I’m pretty sure you’re all out of dignity.”
“…” Kratos watched as she unbuttoned her blouse frustratingly slowly. Finally, he said, “You really like to torture me, don’t you?”
“Of course.” Anna undid the last button and let her shirt fall to the floor. Kratos gulped as she moved closer to him, swaying her hips seductively. “How’s it feel to be helpless, Kratos?” She straddled him, so that she was sitting on his lap with her legs behind him. Their lips met, Anna’s mouth opening slightly. He took his chance and slipped his tongue inside. Her hands roamed across his chest, reached around his back, and hugged him closer.
He gave a low moan as her breasts pressed against his chest. “Take your bra off,” he said against her mouth. She laughed and said no.
“Please.” She pressed against him tighter, this time moving up and down so that he felt the scratch of the lace. “Mmm.”
“Convince me,” she said softly, her breath hot on his cheek. She moved her lips down to the nape of his neck. “Use that silver tongue, lover boy. Convince me to take off my clothes.”
“…I love you.” He felt Anna chuckle into his neck. “No, really, I do.”
“I know you do,” she said. “Try again.”
“I, um…” He lost his train of thought when Anna bit him gently. “Um…please?”
“What’s it worth to you?” She bit him again, harder this time. He closed his eyes. “What would you do to get my bra off?”
“…Kiss you.”
“Aim low, avoid disappointment. That’s good.” She started sucking on his earlobe. “What else?”
“Bite you.” No answer. “Lick your breasts.” She smiled against his cheek.
“You got me.” She leaned back and unhooked her bra. He swallowed his saliva as her breasts popped out, so close to him. “Now, put your money where your mouth is.”
“With pleasure.” He leaned forward, bent his head and kissed the top part of her breast. She gasped as he bit her flesh, arching her back.
“I can feel you getting hard,” Anna teased. She pushed off of him and stood, half-naked, leaving him frustrated and unable to move more than a few inches.
“Come back here,” he said. “I was still playing with those.”
Anna kneeled on the floor and crawled between his legs. “You are in for a treat,” she said, undoing the belt at his waist. “But you have to earn it. Beg for it.”
She pulled his pants down and off and propped herself up on his knees. He frowned at her. “What are you going to do?”
“Oh, I thought I’d play some cards while I was down here. Go fish.” Her hand settled on the bulge between his legs, cupping it and massaging it. “Cute underwear. I like the stripes.” She hooked her finger into the elastic on his boxers and smiled up at him.
“Anna…” He watched as she pulled down his boxers, felt her fingertips brush over his thighs, felt her hot breath on his arousal. “Mmm…”
“Beg me,” she said again. “Come on, Kratos, beg for it.”
“…Anna, I don’t beg.” She rubbed his thighs slowly, sending a chill of pleasure through his body. “Don’t,” he groaned.
“You know,” she said lightly, her hand creeping up his thigh. “I can think of so many things I could do to you.” One finger softly ran the length of him, and he shuddered involuntarily. Anna smirked. “I wonder how you taste?” She gently kissed his tip and he gasped.
“That feels good,” he murmured. “Use your tongue.”
“Wow. Four thousand years of sexual encounters…and that’s your advice. Use…your…tongue.” She rolled her eyes and started licking up and down painfully slowly. He closed his eyes, wishing he could reach down and stroke her hair, touch her cheek, anything. Instead, he had to settle for clenching his fists.
“And you’re pretty bad at this begging thing, too.” She stopped at his tip and started sucking on it lightly. Her hand stroked him, gently at first, then a little harder. She slid him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sensitive skin. She slid him out again, then back into her mouth, all the while stroking him faster and faster with her hand. He watched as her breasts jerked with her movements. He was getting hotter, harder, bigger. She felt a few drops of wetness seep out of his tip and stopped abruptly.
“…Uh…” Kratos’ brain seemed to have stopped working. Anna stood up again, this time taking off her skirt. “Um…”
“Did you like that?” She pulled her underwear down her legs, while he gaped at her body. “You’re really excited. Rock hard.”
She sat on his lap, like before, only this time they were both completely naked. She kissed him again, biting and sucking his tongue as her hands moved south. She pressed against him, stroking him slowly, rubbing him against her legs and stomach. He moaned as he felt her moving against him, warm and wet.
“I’m not the only one excited,” he mumbled, bending his head towards her breasts. “You’re so beautiful.”
She pulled herself up so that his mouth could reach her. “Ohhh. Ohhhhhh. Oh!” His tongue ran over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She felt her delicate peaks harden as he sucked and licked. Her breasts began to ache and swell, tingling with the sensations of his mouth. The heat between her legs intensified, and she moved her hand down. While he busied himself with her now-tender breasts, she began to stroke inside herself.
“Anna…” He leaned back and looked at her, watching her fingers move between the damp skin, slick and tight, in and out. Her whole body was moving in rhythm, her breasts bouncing and her hips rocking. She was giving slight moans and grunts as she pleasured herself, her fingers burying themselves deep within her. He growled, wishing he was the one inside her, making her cry out, holding her as she shuddered. Instinctively, he pulled on his handcuffs.
The rattling jerked Anna out of her trance and she stopped moving. “What do you think you’re doing?” she panted. “I wasn’t finished.”
“You’re torturing me,” Kratos whispered. “I can’t move my hands.”
She smirked and placed her fingers on his lips. “How’s this for torture?” She slipped her fingers into his mouth, and he tasted the sticky sweetness of her juices. He licked her fingers clean, still struggling with his bonds.
Anna leaned close to him, burying her face in his shoulder. “How much do you want it?” she whispered in his ear.
“So much.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“More than you could ever know.”
“Beg.” She began to stroke him again.
“Please,” he shuddered. “Please, I need it. Please, Anna.”
She positioned herself so that her opening was rubbing against him. She began to rock forward and back, enjoying the throbbing between her legs as he let out a sharp, low growl.
Suddenly, Anna felt herself being lifted. Kratos’ arms wrapped around her and he carried her to the bed.
“Hey!” She squirmed in his arms. “How’d you get-hmph!”
His mouth smashed against her lips hungrily, his tongue going deep into her mouth, his moans devouring any protests she had. For a moment, she got caught up and forgot all about his handcuffs.
Clink!
Cold metal brushed against her wrists as they fell onto the bed. “Oh, you son of a bitch.”
Kratos gave her his evil half-grin, showing her his newly freed wrists. “Payback.”
His hands roamed her body as she lay on the bed. He cupped her breasts, ran his thumb over her firm nipples. His mouth found them again and, this time, he bit and sucked as hard as he could, enjoying the sound of her struggling with the handcuffs.
“Kratos…” Her voice was low and strained. He trailed down from her breasts, kissing her stomach, and stopping right above her hips. “Lower. Go lower.” He spread her legs, laying his head between them on the bed.
“…Hmm…” Using the back of his finger, he stroked her thigh delicately. She let out a yelp of frustration. “What am I doing to do with you?” His mouth kissed where his finger had been. “You know, you were right.”
“When I said that you were a son of a bitch?” He bit the spot, sending shivers through her.
“I was peeking. And I loved it.” As he sucked on that spot, he moved his hand between her legs and slowly teased her outer folds. “It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever done. Do you want to know what the best part was?” She cried out as he plunged his finger inside her. “When you pulled off your nightgown. It reminded me of all the times I’d pulled it off.” He began to stoke inside her, getting a steady rhythm going.
“Ohhh, yes,” she breathed. Her hips began to buck in time with his fingers, so he stroked a little faster. “Ohhhh…”
“I was excited all day,” he said, sticking another finger inside her. She moaned in approval. “All I could think about was tearing off that nightgown later, ripping it off and taking you all for myself.” He stroked her faster, making her wetter and slicker.
“More…give me more…” Anna’s voice cracked as he removed his fingers. “Oh, come on. Don’t stop.”
He was licking his fingers, his eyes dark with lust as he enjoyed the taste. He leaned down and kissed the spot right between her legs.
“Oh! Oh, yes, Kratos, yes!” His tongue played with her entrance, his hot breath making it so much better. She moaned and thrust her hips towards his face, wanting him to go deeper. “Oh, I wish I could grab your hair!”
“You taste so good,” he moaned into her, and the vibrations of his mouth ran through her. He sucked on her wet flesh, making her gasp. Her moans got higher and higher, while his got deeper and longer, sending her reeling with desire.
Kratos dipped his tongue into her, licking for only a few seconds, before he went back out again. She was riled up now, grunting as she writhed and kicked her feet. “Ooh, you are so dead when I get out of these handcuffs! You are never getting laid again.”
He licked into her again, this time probing her with his tongue. He felt her muscles clench and unclench around him, knew from experience that she was close. He pulled away, watching as she glared at him.
“You…rotten…bastard,” she panted. “I was almost there!”
Kratos laughed. He wiped off his face-it was wet-and leaned back. He hadn’t realized how aroused he was until this very moment. And there was Anna, chained to the bed, all his for the taking.
Her face was flushed, her brown hair messy and tangled, her eyes closed. Her skin glistening with sweat. He was especially fascinated with her lips: puffy and pink, supple and wet. She looked soft and warm and inviting.
He took deep breaths, calming the sensations. He wasn’t done with her, and he didn’t want this to end prematurely. He was still a bit put off by her earlier comments, wanting to prove her wrong.
She kicked him. “Ow,” he said calmly, and she kicked him again.
“I’m not getting any younger here,” she said. He grinned again, grabbed her foot, and kissed the sole. “Hey, those are for walking, mister.”
“I believe that Yuan used to do this to Martel. I’ve never tried it, but there’s a first time for everything.” He started to suck on her toes. To her surprise, the sensation reached all the way up her legs and to her sweet spot.
“Oooh! That’s actually pretty nice,” she said. He moved up her leg, kissing her ankle next, trailing his tongue up her calf, until he had reached the top of her thigh.
“I’ve been here before,” he remarked. His tongue resumed its pleasure, and she sighed contently. He moved his tongue differently this time, making her shiver. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, in and out of her. After a few minutes, he used his finger to rub inside her as he licked.
“Higher,” she moaned, twisting her body in longing. “Higher, Kratos!”
Anna’s center was swollen and hard, a tiny nub of nerves. He moved his tongue there, flicked over it delicately, and heard her let out a sharp cry.
“Oh! Ohhh! Yes! Right there, right there!” She became slippery with her fluids, her hips thrusting wildly as he teased her core. He moved his tongue lower, pushing it into her, feeling her getting tighter.
He flicked over her center once again, and she screamed his name out. Her legs were pressing on both sides of his head, but he flicked over it a few more times, increasing pressure. She screamed again, long and loud.
Kratos lowered his head and sucked on it, hard and non-stop. She was starting to gasp for breath. “Oh…oh…I’m…I’m so…I’m so close…almost…almost…there! K-Kratos!”
Anna arched her back, screaming his name for the world to hear, and he released her center to lick insider her again. Her body tensed around him, a sure sign of her orgasm. Liquid gushed out, and he lapped it up like a dog, loving the taste. To him, it was the best aphrodisiac in the world, driving him wild with desire.
“Ah…Kratos…” She went limp, like a rag doll, eyes closed. He pulled himself up to her, kissing her fervently.
“I love you so much.” He started kissing down her neck, his lips sliding over the sheen of sweat that had formed on her skin. Her eyes fluttered open.
“…You have beautiful arms.” Kratos stopped, looking up at her face. “What’s that look for?”
“My…arms are beautiful?”
She nodded, smiling. “I find strong men…sexy. The thought of a man’s arms around me, strong and gentle, just makes me all warm inside.”
“…Heh. If that’s all it takes.” He wrapped one arm underneath her armpits and over her shoulders, between her back and the bed. “How’s this?”
“Mmm.” She gave him that quirky smile again, the one that she’d given him when she’d shown him the handcuffs. “Kiss me.”
He obliged, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. She bit his bottom lip and they both moaned. Anna shifted her leg, brushing his firm flesh. She broke apart the kiss. “You’re still hard.”
“...” He didn’t answer, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She reached up and started kissing his ear. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Her voice sent chills through Kratos. She started licking, biting, and sucking his earlobe, her breath and moans making his head spin. He was suddenly painfully aware of the blood pumping through his erection. He slid his hand up and down her thigh, enjoying the sound of her breathing contracting.
“Ohh…move up.” Kratos moved his hand to her breast, still firm, and began to massage it. His finger circled her nipple, and she squirmed beneath him. He grunted as she rubbed against him again, sending sensations through his stomach.
He bent his head down, sucking on her breasts, leaving little bruises. He felt a twinge of need as his hand raked across her flesh, down her stomach, and between her thighs. He plunged his fingers into her, pleasuring her.
“Ohh, yes,” she purred, and moved faster inside her. “Ohhh, Kratos…”
Hearing his name on her lips made him want her even more. His voice came out hoarse, almost animalistic. “Again. Say it again.”
“Kratos,” she breathed. “Kratos.”
“You love it, don’t you?” He wanted to hear it, wanted her to say it.
“So good…I love it so much…” He moved faster inside her. “I want more, give me more.” He left her empty, moving his hand to himself. His arousal was throbbing and hot, and at the touch of his hand, he felt a small stream of his essence trickle down. He needed her, and he needed her now.
With one quick thrust, he was inside her. She gasped at the sudden shock of him, hard and hot and thick, and he slid back out.
“Did I hurt you?” She scowled at him.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. As a matter of fact, I was enjoying that.” He rolled his eyes and eased himself back into her, inch by inch.
Anna began to rock her hips forward and backwards. He let out a deep, low moan as he felt her warmth and wetness drip down his length. He pulsed inside her, loving the feel of filling her body with himself. “So soft,” he murmured. “I love it.”
Once he was all the way in, Kratos began to thrust. He started slow and she matched his rhythm. Within a few minutes, however, he built up the pace. He couldn’t take it anymore; he wanted pleasure, and going slow just wasn’t giving it to him.
Their groans got louder and louder, the bed shaking with their passion, the handcuffs clinking against the headboard. She began to say his name again, crying it out with ragged breaths. As the pleasure intensified, Kratos put both his arms around her and pulled himself closer. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, skin against skin, her soft mounds of flesh against his strong, hard muscles.
“Feels good,” Anna gasped as they moved faster. Her rocking became more and more intense as she tried to keep up with him. “I can barely stand it…”
As the heat and desire spread, Kratos wound his hands through her hair and pulled. She gasped, in either pain or pleasure, as her head jerked back onto the pillows. He began to lick and bite her neck and shoulder, moving up and down across her collarbone.
He felt Anna’s muscles clench tight around him. Just like before, a signal that she was almost there. As if to accent this fact, she started to moan wildly.
“Ohhh…Oh…Ohhh!” Her legs started to shake and he felt spasms rake through her body. “Kratos! I’m...I’m coming…coming hard...” Her legs squeezed him tight and her face contorted into deep-seated pleasure. “Oh, Kratos!”
When Anna climaxed, he felt wetness spread down his legs. It made him think of her sweet taste and how it had sent him into a frenzy not long ago. The memory was pushing him closer to the height of exhilaration. She was shaking underneath him, panting and gasping for breath. “Ohhh, Kratos…”
Hearing his name said with so much adoration and in such ecstasy from her mouth sent him over the edge. Spots burst in front of his eyes as he moved inside her. He was still mauling her neck, leaving bruises and welts. His hands yanked on her hair, but he ignored her cries of protest. A low, animalistic growl escaped his throat and he pushed harder into her.
Kratos only lasted a few more minutes. He gave a few sharp jerks before he released himself inside her, feeling the heat shoot through his body. He moaned and collapsed on top of her, convulsing against her. He felt the heat of his own thick cream fill her body.
After a few seconds of catching his breath, Kratos reached up and undid the handcuffs. Anna turned and curled up against his chest.
“I love you so much,” she whispered. He settled his arms around her, holding her close and stroking her hair.
“I love you, too.” They lay there, exhausted, almost asleep, before Anna spoke again.
“I think I’m going to cut my hair short.”
“Don’t,” Kratos mumbled into his pillow. “I like to pull it when I come.” She started to laugh and he jolted up, shocked. “Did I just say that out loud?”
She laughed even harder. “Okay…okay, breathe…” When she stopped laughing, she said, “Fine, I’ll keep my hair long. But you have to promise me something.”
“What?” She leaned up and kissed him, just as she always did.
“Promise you’ll never pull anyone else’s hair.”
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