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You can’t stop. If you stop, you’re dead. You’re sure of that much at least. The carnival music played throughout the grounds, but remained loudest around the carousel. You decided to stick to the brightest areas in case something came running at you. In this case, something is running after you. You could feel the tiger even if you could not see or hear it. It’d spotted you by the carousel and you’ve been running ever since. You zigzagged through game and food stalls, hoping you might lose it in the lights and confusion, but it still chased you. You jumped over railings and ran underneath rides. You had to lose the damn thing eventually. You didn’t know how much longer you could run. Your feet already burned in every step; you can feel your legs starting to slow down from the aching pains in your muscles. But your adrenaline kept you going. You moved in autopilot as you searched for an escape. You reached the tilt-o-whirl ride and navigated the spinning floors, occasionally slipping or being grazed by a seat. You managed to grab onto one of them, place your feet on the edge and climb inside. You hid in the crook of the seat, but kept your head close to the edge. You used to hate fair rides. Yet, here you were.
Through the spins, you spotted the tiger prowling around the ride’s gates. It can smell you, that’s for sure, but it can’t see you...yet. Your heart continued beating into your chest while you considered a route of escape. You can’t stay here forever. You already thought you might be sick from the dizziness. However, watching the striped creature creep away out of sight, you took your chance and hopped out of the seat. Disorientated by the fast-paced ride and your weak legs, you wobbled around when you reached the gate. You clutched the metal railing, staring around at your surroundings while taking in deep breaths,
You’d worked at a zoo before the world changed, but those animals were trained. You remember carefully climbing into the various exhibits to feed the animals. You’d liked the tigers the most. They’re just big cats. However, Yuta and Blossom were raised in captivity, not in the wild. These predator animals are more than that. They don’t even seem real to you. Something is off. They do not not respond to injury the way a normal animal might. You saw a militant fire his rifle at the bear several times before the beast finally went down. It scared you. Finally deeming your body well enough, you lightly jogged in the tiger’s opposite direction. You bypassed more rides and stalls until you found your path blocked by...the tiger.
“Easy there, boy….or girl,” you tried keeping your nerves out of your voice, raising your hand slowly and staying perfectly still. You did not look in its eyes, but kept your body posed in its direction. “Easy. I d-d-d-on’t wa-want to hurt you.”
As if you could. You’re not a militant, so you’re not permitted a gun. You wish you had one. A loud, unfamiliar noise might scare it away. But, these are not normal animals. Slowly, you began backing away as the tiger stared at you. You saw its body rising and falling in every breath, its eyes trained on you in a snarl. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the swinging ship ride you hated. You might be able to hide in that until it went away again. The tiger began approaching you as it sensed its prey moving away. So this is how you die: being devoured by the very animal you’d loved the most back home. How fitting. You braced yourself for the pain.
It happened within the span of a second. Right as the tiger pushed back on its hind legs, ready to pounce, two shots rang out through the night. Your body froze up into the gate as the tiger laid lifelessly at your feet. You saw a gaping hole in the center of its forehead and another in its back; two clean shots. You knew very few people who can aim so precisely. Fear still pumped through your veins, but shock kept you stiff against the cold metal. The night air finally ghosted over your exposed skin. You’d hoped your shorts and hoodie would keep you warm tonight.
“Haha! Piece of cake!” a voice cried from behind you. “You should run, little mouse, before another cat catches you!”
They’re right. You needed to run. You needed to find the safezone and get back to the Beach, the only haven in this hellish world. But, you stayed still. Your body is too tired from running, your throat turned dry from heavy breathing, you want to rest. You almost considered giving up until a rough hand pulled you to your feet.
“Get up, girl, and start running!”
Aguni, the leader of the militants and the scariest man you’ve met, lifted you like a trash bag. Bald, mustached, with a scar over his eye, his stare wasn’t malicious or mean. It looked determined, almost annoyed by your reluctance.
“The safezone is at the end,” he told you, nearly pushing you down the walkway, “Stay out of sight and move quietly! It’s not far away.”
“Y-Y-Ye-s-s, Aguni,” you stammered out, your wobbly legs leading you. “Thank you.”
“Go!”
You did as he said: you walked instead of ran and moved behind the gates and shrubbery until you reached the end. You spotted a few people already there, panting and resting against poles and walls. You checked your game phone to see only five minutes left on the clock. In five minutes, the game will clear and you can leave. You took a rest at a nearby photo stand and focused on the painted tiger picture stand. You’ll never see the beast the same way again.
*****
Back at the Beach, you decided you could use a drink...or five. You caught up with some friends who excitedly told you about their games. Junko survived a bingo game in a match factory and Koilee described her hunting competition where she only just managed to escape. It unnerved you when you really thought about it. You came across so many people who lived for the thrill of the games. They got off on the adrenaline they brought every time they played. You played because you had no choice: play or let your visa run out and a laser beam shoots you. The beast game gave you an extra five days. You sat on the bar, listening to the DJ play his bumping music, and drank with the two girls. You had not known them before the world changed, but it's better to have friends in games.
Sometimes.
“Oh no,” Junko frowned over her glass, “They’re here.”
You turned to the entrance where the militants moved into the party. The enforcers of the Beach, their guns and weapons made them an intimidating sight. Anyone with a brain knew better than to get involved with them. Leading them was not Aguni, but Niragi. Carrying an automatic rifle, he wore his usual black and white printed button down and black jeans. Walking into the scene with his entourage of militant followers, you found it odd that they’re absent their leader. People moved out of their way as they reached the bar. You tried not focusing on them too much. If you kept your head down, he might ignore you and move on.
Unfortunately, he did not.
“Well, well, well,” he said, smirking at you, “If it isn’t the little mouse from the carnival.”
You froze with your drink in your hand. The shooter called you that, you remembered. No way. No, militants don’t help anyone but themselves. You kept your eyes on your drink and hoped Junko and Koilee might hide you. Of course, they did not. You heard his footsteps come up behind you; you saw him place one hand on the bar and the other holding his gun still.
“You looked so cute trying to stand up to that tiger,” he said close to your ear. “Even on the ride I could see you shaking like a leaf. I’d hate to imagine what would’ve happened if it got its claws on you.”
“You...You?”
He took your drink from you and drained it in one shot, then ordered another. “Yes, me...The tiger was a hundred points, but who are we kidding? Points didn’t matter.” You shivered when you felt a hand push your hair behind your ear. “What mattered was how fast you could run,” he placed his hand on the small part of your back over your hoodie. It’s large. You can tell from how his fingers tried feeling you through the thin fabric. “I’d like to see how fast you can run from me, little mouse. I’ve always liked a chase,” his long tongue flicked right on the edge of your ear and you kept your composure despite the chills inside you, “And you look so pretty when you’re frightened.”
Not a single person moved or stood to defend you. That’s how it is in this new world. You can make all the friends you want. When it came to the militants and their guns, they’d gladly feed you to them than face them. The touch of cold fingers on your bare skin made you gasp, and he chuckled. “Considering that I saved you,” he said, pushing your drink closer to you, “I think I deserve a proper ‘thank you’.”
The hand on your back moved slowly upwards to the clasp of your swimsuit top. You wished you’d worn your one piece now, but you had a feeling that wouldn’t stop him. He turned your head gently to meet his eyes. Pierced eyebrow, nose and tongue gave him an edgy look you’re sure scared people. He kept his back hair half-tied up out of his face. He’d be handsome if his eyes didn’t devour you. “How about we go to my room and you show me,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “What those pretty lips can do, hm?”
“No-No thank you,” you said, turning your head away again. You heard Junko gasp softly from beside you. There’s no way you’d give yourself to someone like him so easily. He might be handsome, but you’ve heard of the awful things he’s done to people. “Thank you for...for saving me.”
“That’s all?” he scoffed, turning to his comrades for a second who chortled quietly. “No, no, no, little mouse. That tiger would’ve killed you. I saved your life...I think I deserve more, no?” He moved your head to face him again, “I won’t ask again.” His firm tone made your clutch your glass with white knuckles, “Come. Upstairs. With. Me. Now.”
“No,” your body almost numb, you still managed to slide out of his grasp and away from the bar. A cold sweat made you uncomfortable in your hoodie, but you didn’t dare take it off. He gazed at you, his eyes predatory and ready to pounce on you. “I’m not interested,” you said, hands balled into fists, “I said ‘thank you’ and that’s it.”
“So, my little mouse does like being chased,” he smirked, rifle on his shoulder as he slowly approached. You looked around for someone to intervene, but people only turned away from you. He bent slightly to meet your downcasted eyes, “Should I give you a head start-” In an instant, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, “-Or are you already in my trap?”
“Niragi!” Aguni’s voice called from across the pool. He stood planted by the water’s edge, arms crossed, “Come. We have a meeting.”
Niragi released you, displeased and annoyed, “We can continue this later, I suppose.” He leaned down to your ear again, “You better watch out, little mouse. There’s a lot of big cats roaming around.”
He left you shaking by the bar as he walked to Aguni. You met the enforcer’s eyes, seeing the disappointment in them. Worry filled your stomach and slowly crept through the rest of you. A part of you knew saying ‘no’ was a bad idea. Now, he’ll be after you. But, even as you shakily made your way back to the bar, something warm spread through your center. You thought of his hot breath still on your skin and his touch burned itself into your mind. You downed your drink in a single shot, ordering another right after. Perhaps you did like a chase after all.
“Are you okay?” Junko asked gently.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m...I’m fine. He’s just a horny jerk.”
“He’s gone now,” Koileee rubbed your back. “He probably just wanted to scare you. Militants are like that.”
You highly doubted that, but you kept on drinking.
*****
Since the bar, you felt someone watching you. Anywhere you went at the Beach, you worried someone might be creeping right behind you. It unnerved you. As if going out into the shelled out world to play games is not scary enough. Now, you have a psycho who carries an automatic weapon following you around. At least, you think it is. You didn’t bother voicing this to anyone else. It’s not as if they’ll do anything about it. Nobody gets involved in problems with militants. You’ll be asking them to beat you, if not kill you. You knew they wouldn’t dare kill anyone at the Beach, but outside the hotel is fair game. You continued going about your business the next few days. You honestly thought Niragi put you up as a bad chase and forgot about you.
No. He had not.
Dancing by yourself at the nightclub, it’d be an hour or so more before the games started. You don’t know what made you do it. Knowing the games are almost upon you made you want to be freer than ever. Perhaps because in a few hours, you can either be driving back to the Beach or dead in a game arena. In your halter bikini top and matching shimmery bottom, you swayed and danced to the upbeat music from the DJ booth. You let yourself get lost in the music and drinks. For that precious hour, you don’t have any anxieties at all. Until someone came up behind you.
“Hello, little mouse,” Niragi said with amusement in his voice as he spoke in your ear. “Having fun?”
“What do you want?” you blurted out, unsure if he can hear you over the music.
“You.” One arm around your hips pulled you close to him. He’s not carrying his rifle this time, but you’re sure he’s armed somehow. You glanced to the VIP area where the other militants sat, relaxing before the games started. “It’s boring over there, and you look much more fun.” You shuddered when his tongue piercing touched the rim of your ear. “You still haven’t given me my ‘thank you’ gift.”
“I don’t have to give you anything. Gifts are, um, optional things...It doesn’t mean anything if they’re, you know, obligated.”
“But it’s only polite, isn’t it?”
He rested his hands right above your waistband that made warmth pool in your bottoms. Him guiding your body to the music with his caused you to take deep breaths. “I saved your life,” he said, brushing his lips on your neck, “I think that deserves more than two words.” You shivered, feeling him feel up your stomach to the curves of your breasts, where he rubbed his thumbs just underneath on the connecting string. When you pushed them away, he said, “It’s only fair at the end of it all. I save you from being savagely ripped apart by a tiger; you let me see this luscious body of yours.” He moved to undo the strings at your neck, but you moved your head away.
“Stop,” you struggled against him, but this only caused your hips to brush on his.
“So not here then?” he went back to toying with the strings at your waist, and planted small kisses on your shoulder, “Then come to my booth with me. I just want to see...and feel.”
You gasped when his hands firmly grabbed both your breasts. He squeezed them a few times before you pushed him away. You don’t know what made you do it. The shock of his brash advances? How he felt as if you owed him something for an act of human decency? You slapped your hand hard across his face. A few people stopped and stared at him standing there, holding his burning cheek. You realized what you’d done, and knew you’d be dead by morning. You saw him wipe something off the corner of his mouth, giving you another amused smile.
“So, my little mouse can fight back after all? I like that.”
“Y/N.” Somehow his low voice reaches you through the music. A few feet from you stood a man dressed in a white hoodie and shorts, hands in his pockets and eyes locked on you. Chishiya, another executive member on Hatter’s council. From his white hair to his glimmering dark eyes, the mysterious aura he left around himself either intrigued or frightened people. You knew you certainly could not trust him completely. “The games are going to start,” he said, coming up to both of you, “You’re with me tonight.”
“Wi-with you?” you asked curiously.
He pulled two slips of paper from his pocket. “I swiped a second by accident,” he shrugged innocently. “Thought you might like to have it.”
“Why her?” Niragi stood between the both of you, “You have other friends to give it to.”
“But I like Y/N,” he reasoned. “She’s clever and fast. She’s good in Club and Diamond games,” he shrugged, “Maybe I might run into one of the two today.”
“Wasn’t so good in the last Spade she played,” he replied. “She should be with someone who can protect her.”
“I don’t think she needs protecting,” he looked over Niragi’s side to you, “Do you, Y/N?”
You did not know how to answer. Yes, you’d survived up until now, but you chopped that up to good luck and smarter people. You did work well with others; they’d told you so when you worked at the zoo. It’s easier to work as a team than have to think on your own. Looking at the two men in front of you, you answered, “No, I-I don’t.”
“See? It’s settled. Let’s head out to the lobby, Y/N. Good luck, Niragi.”
You felt grateful to the strange man. Walking behind him, you could feel Niragi’s hands still on you. They’d left impressions wherever they’d gone, and they stayed in your head. “Why is Niragi so into you?” Chishiya asked once you left the club. “He’s been following you around for days. What did you do?”
“Nothing,” you replied. “He shot a tiger that was about to eat me, so he thinks I should give him something.”
“Hm, I see. He saves your life and now wants a special thank you, huh?”
You hated how he’d phrased it. It sounded despicable. You felt even worse whenever you wondered where else he could put his hands. Maybe giving into him is not such a bad idea. Surely, once he’s had a taste, he’ll move on to another girl.
“Why don’t you talk to Aguni about it?” he asked, the two of you walking past the pool and back into the hotel. “He was your dad’s friend in the original world, right? I’m sure he can make his dog come to heel.”
“No, I don’t want to bother Aguni with something like this. It’s not a big deal.”
“Eh, I don’t know. I’d be pretty worried if I was the object of a complete maniac’s desires.”
It’d been Aguni who’d brought you to your senses. Niragi might have shot the tiger, but that’d been only half of it. You recalled the man from the original world. He did not act as mean or tough back then. That could’ve been because you always saw him with your father, another ex-SDF officer. You were not incredibly close to him, but he protected you a smidge more than others. You saw that much during the beast game.
“So,” Chishiya stopped at the edge of the lobby where people began filling the room, “Any ideas of what we’ll get tonight?”
“Maybe Clubs?” you suggested. “Something where we work in teams?”
“I played a Clubs game last night. Wasn’t very interesting. I think it’ll be Spades again tonight, if we go by Number Two’s probability theory.” He leaned against a column, “We never know until registration is completed anyways.”
“No, we don’t.” You spotted Niragi in the crowd already. Ugh, of course he’d follow you. You suddenly felt naked seeing his eyes wander over your body. Even with Chishiya beside you, you felt the urge to run...to him or from him, you didn’t know. “I’m gonna grab some clothes.”
“To cover up from the cold or from him, I wonder?”
You wished he’d stop his teasing for just a moment.
*****
You wiped the blood off your face when you came back. You’d discarded your hoodie after the tagger’s head exploded from her collar. You and Chishiya drew a Five of Spades tonight in an abandoned apartment complex. The only way to clear the game was for two people to find the unlocked safe room and press the safety buttons at the same time. Game over was if the 30 minute time limit ran out or the tagger murdered everyone. You recalled every nerve in your body high up on the edge while Chishiya lingered on the top floor, cool as a cucumber. You did nothing but listen to gun shots and sounds of running feet for most of it. The game only cleared after a messy haired boy found the room and this climber jumped in through the window on time. The boy had called out to everyone where the tagger is located, turning it from a physical Spades game into a Clubs without meaning to do so.
You’d tried helping by yelling back if you saw him, which Chishiya found sweet.
The oddest part of the game came when the tagger’s horse-head mask came off, revealing a frightened woman wearing an exploding collar around her neck. The thing went off, and her head popped like a balloon, spraying blood all over the walls and floor. The messy haired boy and the girl left, but you and Chishiya stayed behind. Walking back into the main lobby, you thought about the paper he’d found in her pocket. A small square sheet with a circle with several lines going around and across it. Neither of you could explain it, but you saw him thinking the whole way back. Could it have been a doodle or a message? A warning?
You shouldn’t think on it so much. You’re too tired and dirty to care now.
“So, my little mouse lives another day.”
Niragi stood in your way down the hall from your room. You noted the blood sprinkled on the side of his face still, staining the white lines in his shirt’s pattern. “I did,” you answered, “You did too. Congratulations, now get out of my way.”
“You seem shaken up,” he drew over to you, putting his hand on your hip once again. “How about we shower together and get comfy in my room? It’s right upstairs.”
“N-n-no thank you. I already told you I don’t want to.”
You walked around him and continued down the hall. You felt him watching you leave like a tiger waiting on its prey to come back around. It bothered you knowing he’s on the floor above and that they super glued the locks in the hotel. He can burst into your room at any time, rip your clothes off and rape you. It wouldn’t be hard for him to do. Hatter said there should be no secrets. You wished you could keep at least some to yourself. You told Chishiya you wouldn’t talk about the paper you both found, so you’d keep that one to your chest.
“Y/N!” Junko stood waiting outside your room. The bouncy girl hugged you tightly and said, “You made it! You’re okay! I heard you got a seriously difficult one!”
“I suppose I did.”
“Listen,” she began, “Akio is having a small party up in his suite tomorrow. Koilee and I are gonna go, and you’re coming with!”
“Um, alright.”
“And don’t worry, it's a special invite only, so Niragi and the militants won’t be there.”
“I highly doubt Akio will be able to keep them away.”
“Akio’s pretty important to Hatter, so I don’t think they’d try anything. Anyways, wear something cute! We’re going to have so much fun!”
Yes, you were, because the Beach is a utopia of non stop partying and sunshine. You wondered how long it’d be before everyone got fed up with it all. Probably never. Holding the door handle of your room open, you glanced back to where Niragi had been standing. You imagined him just behind that bit of wall, waiting for you to go into your room. The cautious side told you to at least prop a chair under the handle tonight. The other side said you should sleep naked with the thinnest sheets over you.
You needed help.
****
Being a higher ranking member, Akio had a larger suite than most. You, Junko and Koilee walked in to loud music playing, people dancing, and drinks being freely moved around. Last night disappeared in a deep sleep, so you were more than ready to party. Taking a seat on the plush couch, you talked with Akio over drinks, talking about previous wins and your former lives. It's still a mystery how the original world disappeared and you all landed in this new hellscape. You remembered leaving work when one trip to a public toilet transported you here. You still don't know why or who is responsible. Deep down, you did not want to either. As the party went into full swing, the worries of the outside world fell behind you. You'd been dancing with Junko when the doors burst open.
Niragi and his lackeys appeared in the doorway. His usual gun on his shoulder, he scanned the room with a devious grin. People stood still and backed into walls when he moved further into the room. His presence alone frightened people; it certainly did for you. You could almost feel him searching for you. Like the tiger in the carnival, he hungered for you and nothing will stop him. You shrunk into a crowd of stunned dancers, hoping he did not catch you.
"Ah, but what a nice party!" he said, taking up someone's drink and drinking what was left before tossing the glass. "Pretty girls, music, and alcohol. My kind of party, Akio. I'm almost insulted you didn't invite us."
"Because you weren't wanted here," Akio said bravely, but you saw through his act. He attempted to look bigger than he really was, though he couldn’t hide his shaking fists. "You just cause trouble. Run back to your master and leave us alone."
Niragi gave an impressed look for a second, then slammed the butt of his gun square into Akio’s face. This caused Akio to stumble backwards as he held his bleeding nose; people around him gasped or screamed. “I go wherever the fuck I want!” Niragi called back angrily. He watched Akio stammer as tears filled his eyes, then turned back to the group at large, “I’m looking for someone, and I heard she’d be here…”
You backed up to one of the couches, only being stopped by an end table by the window. “Oh little mouse,” he called softly, starting to stalk around the main room. You could see him through a line of people shielding you from his view. Carefully, you tried making your way around to the front door. “Y/N...where are you?” he continued in a sing-song voice, “The cat only wants to play with you. Don’t be shy…” you saw his patience already wearing thin. His eyes narrowed as he poked his gun at certain people, asking if they’d seen you, to which they shook their heads. “It’s only a matter of time, sweet little mouse. Come on out now. I promise I won’t hurt you...intentionally…”
You’d nearly made it to another hidden spot when a hard hand pushed you out of the crowd. Your presence caught his attention, and he grinned widely. The glint of delight in his eyes worried you. It was the tiger, only this tiger is much worse. “There you are,” he handed his rifle to another militant and rolled up his shirt sleeves, and made a move for you.
You bolted. Pushing past two of his men, you slipped right out of their grasps and headed down the hallway. You heard him laugh, and loud footsteps immediately followed you. You wondered what he might do if he caught you, and it...excited you. Running past a few rooms, you kept back the grin on your face. His taunting calls and footsteps came closer and closer. You saw the elevator at the end of the long corridor; if you got through, you can get a good start on him. However, that didn’t happen.
“Gotcha!”
One arm rang around your waist while the other went over your chest. You felt his real strength then. “I got you,” he growled in your ear, his laughter drowning out any other sound. “I got you and you’re all mine now.”
He silenced your scream with his hand, then shifted his weight to drag you towards a nearby room. When you spun out of his grasp, you found yourself in another person’s room. Your heart jumped into your throat once you locked eyes with him. He stood between you and the door; the room is too high up to jump from. His gaze alone created goosebumps on your arms. “Look at you,” he huffed, unbuttoning his shirt, “Shivering and shaking. It’d be pathetic if I didn’t find you so cute.”
You forced yourself not to look over his slim torso. When he reached you, he pulled you to him by the arm. Up close this way, you could smell the alcohol on his breath and the cologne on his shirt. You felt the warmth the bright sunshine had left on him. Human instinct told you to feel him back; to slide your hands under his shirt and kiss him. But, no, rationality got in the way. He lifted your head to look at him. “You don’t even fight back,” he said, his thumb grazing over your jawline while he held your gaze. “You don’t scream or shout. You let me touch you and grab you.” His fingers left your chin for the neckline of your cropped shirt. “I bet if I tore this pretty top off you, you wouldn’t budge at all.”
“Don’t,” you raised your hands to your chest, deflecting his hands. “Please.”
Niragi’s hands left your hips for the hem of your shirt. You firmly held it down to keep his fingers from slipping under, but he persisted until he finally reached underneath. He pressed you against a dresser as he groped both your breasts. You hated how good it felt: his palms pressing on your hardening nipples, his fingers kneading the supple mounds in each grasp. Somehow, this soft touch felt firm on your body. It’s as if he wanted to leave marks all over you. You did not want to submit to the sparks of pleasure going off inside you. You clutched the wooden dresser behind you and shut your eyes, but it did not make him disappear. The sensation of his wet tongue traveling from the crook of your neck to your chest should disgust you. Yet, feeling that tongue piercing rolling down your body made you shiver. He laughed at your responses.
“You’re still trembling,” he said softly, lifting your shirt up over your breasts. “Could it be,” he licked a path from your exposed navel to where your crop top ended, “Something else making you tremble this way?”
“Stop...Niragi, please.”
“But why?” When he tugged down your bikini top, he groaned. “I’m only getting my ‘thank you’ present.”
Cupping your breasts again, he circled the tip of his tongue around one nipple first. You held back a whimper feeling the ball brush over the most sensitive spot, but this did not get past him. When he sensed it, he began flicking and whirling over them more rapidly. His hands, his tongue, and the body pinning you to the dresser sent flames through you. You stopped yourself from grinding into him. You won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing what he’s doing to you. He started sucking on them next, moaning softly as he teased them. You blushed feeling something hard against your thigh. He grinded into you so you felt it again...and again...and again, groaning as he sucked your nipples.
“Let’s unwrap the rest, hm?” he grinned, giving you a brief kiss.
You shook your head and tried stopping him from grabbing the waistband of your bottoms. Wriggling around, you ignored the warmth building between your thighs as he managed to slowly pull them down. You saw him melt once your sex was revealed to him. You regretted doing anything to it now. It’s not as if anyone else sees it; it’d been Junko and Koilee’s idea since they’d also done it.
“You even prepared it for me,” he said, simply gazing at it rather than touch or kiss it. “How sweet of you.” He left trails of his tongue from your navel to your waist, “Such a thoughtful girl.”
“Niragi…”
“You can say my name as much as you like. I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.” He smoothed his hands up your sides to your chest once more, “I’m not stopping until you’re walking out of this room bow-legged and dripping cum from both your pretty holes.”
You shivered at his obscene words. You kept your legs tightly clenched together, which did nothing to stop the feeling surging there. Your bottoms on the floor, Niragi caressed and licked up your thighs. He’d end each trail with a gentle kiss, maybe a small nip of his teeth, before heading further upwards. You did not watch. You only felt. Dotting kisses and licking around your hips, he reached around to your bottom. Each little squeeze made you grip the dresser more; the little sparks continued bursting and sending waves through your lower half where he drew closer to your center. You should be screaming. You should be hitting and scratching at him, but you stayed frozen in his arms. You’d almost given in when he made a habit of separating and releasing your cheeks while he licked over your shaved pubic area. You whimpered once the tip of that tongue reached the crevice of your slit. He didn’t need your legs open to slide his pierced tongue over your folds. Slow, flat-tongue licks had you squirming in his grasp.
“See how nice I can be?” he said between licks, “I’m working on you first...tasting your sweet pussy and making your knees shake.” A sharp slap to your ass brought out a small yelp that he heard clearly. “Let’s look at what’s in the back, huh?”
“No, no, Niragi. Not there.”
“It’s my gift, and I wanna see it.”
He bent you over the dresser, forcing your back to arch as he squeezed your ass again. You shut your eyes feeling him lick and kiss up the crack, ending on your tailbone. He spread you apart, groaning when he saw the tight ring between them. You shuddered feeling his thumbs brush delicately over it. Lord, you hated thinking about how good it felt. You grabbed onto the mounted television over the dresser, the only thing keeping you from touching the walls, as he started rolling your cheeks around in his hands. Niragi landed a few light taps on each side before gradually making them harder. Each smack was followed by a faint whine from you, which he liked more than he should. He kept going until the area started stinging, then he pulled your ass apart again.
“Niragi!” you cried once that tongue slipped over your hole. “Niragi, what are you-”
“-Enjoying my present,” he answered, running light circles around you that fanned out to your crack. “Both of them…” he lifted them to reach your pussy once more, quickly flicking your entrance, then slid back up to your backside. “I think I’m in love,” he chuckled softly. “I bet nobody’s ever been back here before, hm? Would I be the first one?” When you didn’t answer, he spanked you harshly. “Am I the first?”
“Ye-ye-yes.”
“Perfect. Like I said, it’s such a thoughtful gift.”
He continued rolling his tongue around it before going back to your entrance. By this time, you’re still keeping your resistance, but you knew it’d wear out eventually. He finally forced your legs apart with his knee. With better access to your clit, he wagged his tongue over the sensitive nub hungrily. You felt dirty, but you liked it too much to care. You kept yourself to the dresser so you don’t push into his face. You’d nearly be sitting on him if you did. His thumb rubbing your ass hole only drove your pleasure further. The new sensation brought on feelings you liked too much. Unfortunately, Niragi stopped and forced you back around. You saw your juices on his chin and around his mouth.
“Get on your knees,” he said unbuckling his pants. “Let’s start with that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Niragi-”
“-On. Your. Knees.”
He forced you down, and used his legs to keep you to the dresser still. His jeans and underwear around his thighs, his cock nearly reached his stomach by now. He pushed the hard muscle to your face; you felt the shaft pulsing over your lips and the scent filled your nose. Trying to move away from it, he forced your head still by the hair.
“Open up,” he said, poking your lips with his wet tip. “You know you want this down your throat,” he tapped your mouth now, but you stayed firm. “Open,” he demanded one more time.
Seeing you purse your lips together, he pinched your nose. He rubbed his cock on your face while you struggled to hold your breath. However, survival won out and your mouth opened. He wasted no time stuffing himself in your mouth. In a sigh of relief, Niragi rocked his hips into your face. He did not immediately go to the back of your throat. He started in shallow thrusts that slid his underside over your tongue. He tasted a bit tangy, something you aren’t used to either. You liked it. You swallowed beads of pre-cum he left in your mouth, having no choice but to accept them. His deep groans made your clit throb; you gazed up to see his lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded and full of lust and need. He picked up the pace soon enough; he pushed deep enough to make you gag on him. It ached your throat slightly and you gasped for air, but it did not stop him. He shut your nose each time he kept his cock there, giving low laughs when you started tearing up and moving your shoulders. Whenever he pulled away, he’d slap his wet dick on your face before going back in. Soon, drool and spit came out the sides of your mouth...and you wanted more. It felt good being used this way. For once, you didn’t have to think. You didn’t have to make decisions or worry about dying. On your knees against this dresser, Niragi is in control. Whether you wanted him in control was yet to be seen.
“If I thought you were pretty frightened,” he smirked, withdrawing from you again, “You’re even more beautiful like this.” He stopped a string of drool from dropping to your shirt with his length, forcing it back in your mouth. “Fuck, this feels so good. Suck it harder. Tighten that mouth for me, pet. That’s good...just like that.” He continued fucking your mouth until you were a teary mess. “Now, come up here.”
Nearly dragging you by your hair, he brought you over to the bed. He forced your shirt over your head and easily pulled off your bikini top. He gazed at your naked body with hungry eyes, like a tiger looking where to strike first. Even here, he continued using your mouth to his heart’s content, keeping you against the pillows this time. However, this time he moved further down to your exposed tits. When you tried wiping your mouth, he smacked it away. He wanted you messy, he said, and you’d stay that way until he finished. He rubbed his tip over your nipples and tapped each one before pushing himself back into your mouth. He did not put as much time in the bed as by the dresser. You merely held him on your tongue, sucking firmly as he wanted, as he took off his shirt.
“Legs up,” he ordered and grabbed your thighs by the back of your knees. He pushed them to your stomach, and bent back down to your pussy again. “I want this pussy sloppy and messy before I go in,” he spat on your wet folds and gave a few quick licks to it. You pushed up to his face for more, but he kept you down easily. He spread his spit around with his fingers, then pushed one inside sideways. “I want both of them messy.”
His tongue went back to your ass where he zigzagged and drooled over it. “Ni...Niragi…” you moaned freely.
“I love how my name sounds coming from you,” he said, kissing up the backs of your thighs. “Say it as much as you want…”
Deeming you fit enough, he slid into your front first. He started off slowly as he savored your walls around him. He hovered over you, hand propped up on the pillows while he rocked in and out. You saw the relief on his face and felt satisfied. Here in a stranger’s bedroom, you only worry about him and his needs. There are no demented tests or death threats or clearing games. There’s only Niragi and the hard cock beginning to pick up his pace. Streams of curses and your name came from him in huffing breaths. You didn’t push back to him or do anything other than moan. You remained in place to let him use you.
To let him use you.
“Fuck, I never thought you’d feel this good,” he moaned in your ear. “Or that you’d be so obedient either. I like it.”
“Please…”
“‘Please’ what, little mouse? Hm? Are you enjoying this now? You like my cock now, hm?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He started going faster. You could feel him inside you. His girth did pain you at first, causing you to wince every so often, but your body stretched to him. You spread your legs further apart when he released them, and he sunk deeper. As he grabbed the headboard above you, the door opened, and Niragi stopped hilt deep inside. Another couple walked in, and the man almost shouted before Niragi turned around.
“The fuck do you want?”
“This is-this is-” the man began but the woman touched his arm cautiously.
“Get out!”
“S-s-s-orry, Niragi!” he stuttered, “Sorry, sorry!”
“Out!” he scowled at the couple until they rushed back out of the room.
“Niragi,” you whined, rolling your hips on him, “Don’t stop now.”
He turned back around, his annoyance vanishing when he saw you. “Don’t worry, pet,” he smirked, “I don’t plan to for a long time.”
He went back to slamming himself into you. The lewd sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room along with the moans. The light feeling of his balls slapping your hole sent you even further towards the edge. He started grabbing and licking your breasts again, this time openly spitting on them before sucking. With a movement upwards, Niragi suddenly hit the best place he could.
“Right there?” he asked, smugness clear on his face. He started rubbing a thumb over your soaked clit, “Is that it right there?”
“Yes, yes, fuck! Fuck, yes that’s-that’s it.”
“Are you close?”
“I am!”
Right when you felt yourself reaching for it, Niragi pulled out. He laughed seeing you fuss around at your frustration. "You don't get to cum," he told you, watching you shake under him. "This is my gift. It's for me, not you."
"That's not fair…"
"Do I look like I care? You're cumming," he plunged into you harshly, "When I say so and only when I say. Understand?”
“But I don’t think I can do that.”
“Learn.”
Holding you by your hips, he continued but much slower. He stared at you slowly turning into a whining mess beneath him. You felt so weak for giving in this way, yet you could not help it. Obviously, you’d been with other men before, but not like this. Not this dirty. Not this heavy. Niragi did things you’d never done with anyone else. He made you feel...alive. People said they felt the most free during the games, but you didn’t feel that. They only scare you. Yet, in Niragi’s grasp, there’s no fear. You can let him do what he wants while you endure the frustration he brings.
With you on top, he bent you forward to grope your ass while you rode him. You kept yourself propped up by your hands, but that soon wavered as the pleasure mounted you again. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold back. You’ve never needed to before. Whenever you felt yourself rising to it, Niragi would feel it and make you stop for a breath. He made sure you did whatever he wanted and that was you riding him. You yelped feeling his hands slap and grab your bottom whenever he felt you slowing down. You’d keep that steady pace or otherwise be punished for it. He reminded you that it's his, not yours. He's in control.
“Lick my fingers,” he said.
He put two fingers in your mouth and you immediately sucked on them. Your position and him nearly pulling down your jaw made you drool on them. He pushed up into you seeing this erotic sight in front of him. He liked how your moan sounded muffled by his hand. With his fingers wet enough, he reached behind you and slipped between your cheeks. Going in circles, he guided you on his cock and then back into his fingers. The slight tickle it gave is what kept you chasing that new high. You never thought you'd enjoy something so perverted.
So smutty.
With Niragi of all people.
"Go faster," he said with a smack to your ass. "Fuck me faster...that's it. Like that, good girl."
You did as he said. Eventually, he made you turn around so he can have “a better view”. You rested on your hands and bounced on him, his length still throbbing deep inside. Your thighs, knees and legs burned from the duration, but you did not let up. He laid hard smacks across your cheeks and thighs if you stopped or took a breath. It’s for his pleasure, not yours. Yet, that’s all you did feel. Every fiber in your body screamed for release. Rubbing circles over your aching clit, that strange tingle came back. You could feel yourself riding a wave on your way back to it. Your sex tightened around Niragi again, flexing and fluttering as he penetrated you.
“And what’s this? I hope that’s not you about to cum,” he pulled you to him, your back against his chest. Your legs slid out from their bent position and spread over his own legs. A hand snaked around to your throat and the other idly rolled around your clit. “What did I tell you? This is my present. Only I can enjoy it.”
“But it feels too good,” you whine in his ear. You could hate it more if he’d just taken you and then left.
“Oh, it feels good, huh? It feels good?” He wrapped both arms around you and quickly started thrusting into you, hitting that spot over and over. “I bet you love this too, hm?” he grunted, “You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried into the air. You grasped the pillows and sheets, clawing at them as your orgasm built up once more. “Please let me cum. Please.”
“No.”
Again, he pulled out right at the cusp of your climax. You could feel your juices dripping downwards and spreading on your thighs. You pictured his dick glistening from your wetness, and you licked your lips. “Face down on the bed,” he ordered, “Now.”
He forced you down onto the bed, forcing your legs apart this time. You melted at the touch of his fingers teasing your sex. Niragi played with the sensitivity by quickly and harshly rubbing it, even spitting to get it wetter. He brought you to the brink repeatedly with only his tongue and fingers, not even sticking them inside. He wanted you messy, and that’s how you’d stay. Then you felt him pull your cheeks apart and something sticky dripped down the crack. He used his tongue to spread it around, making you moan into the pillow. Suddenly, you gasp as two fingers slide inside your ass unexpectedly. The sensation stunned you, making you stay still as the intrusion went deeper. A stream of moans came pouring out of you. You stayed still, afraid movement might make the pleasure disappear. You thought you’d go crazy from how good it felt.
“See how special you can be to me?” he teased, “I normally just go in, but I want to take my time with you.” He saw you lowering your head to the passion, focusing on not cumming too quickly. “I’ve thought about this ass too much to be quick about it. I’ve done nothing but think about all the things I can do to this gorgeous body of yours.” He started slowly and carefully pumping his fingers in and out, “You’re lucky we’re not in my room. I have so many fun toys we can use.” You heard him spit on you again, using it to lube you properly. “There’s so many things I can do to you on my bed...or on a table...or on an X-cross...anywhere...everywhere...I’m going to enjoy keeping you.” His other hand resumed brushing over your pussy and you rocked your hips and back forth against them. You felt so desperate for friction, for more, that you didn’t care how pathetic you might look. “You’re mine. You’re my gift, so that makes you mine.” You felt him shift behind you, aligning himself with your entrance, and sinking back inside. Full in both ends, you could do nothing but groan. “Mine. All mine. Every inch of you belongs to me now.”
He started pushing into you again, repeating ‘mine’ each time under his breath. You barely comprehended it. The desire and need felt too great to care about what he said. You nearly wanted him to own you. You wanted to be taken care of; to be protected by someone bigger and stronger than you. You’re tired of being thrown into games where you have to make decisions, figure out puzzles and try not to die. You want to hand the problem to someone else; someone like Niragi, whom everyone fears for all the right reasons. Is that so wrong? Is that bad? He’s an awful person, in truth, but what choice do you have now? Him fucking you senseless sweetens the bargain even more.
“Fuck,” his voice peaques as he gives a particularly deep thrust. He began pulling you onto him until you got into the rhythm yourself, “Make me cum,” he breathed, “Make me cum inside you.”
“Not...not inside...please.”
“Listen,” he withdraws his fingers and takes a fistful of hair, drawing your head back, “This is my present and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. So, if I want to fill your holes with my cum, I’m going to do it, and you will lay there and let me. Understand?” when you didn’t answer right away, he slapped your ass hard, “Understand, slut?”
“Yes, Niragi.”
“Good. Now fuck me. Use that pussy of yours to milk it out of me.”
Niragi gave an order and you obeyed. You started meeting his hips at the same pace as him, hearing him groan his encouragement and demands. If you missed a beat or slowed down, he’d slap your ass until you did what he said. Heavy grunting and groaning led to cracked moans as he finally came. He forced you to stay against him so you can feel his hot cum shooting inside you. However, his orgasm did not sound completely done, since he then pushed your hips further towards the bed.
“Relax,” he bent down and whispered, “Stay still and relax for me. We’re not done here.”
You didn’t dare ask what he planned on doing to finish. When his cock slid out of your pussy, it went straight into your bottom instead. The solid feeling kept you frozen on the bed. Your cries went in time with each slow push; his dick stretched you much more than his fingers did, and you winced from the slight pain. After a while, he went faster and deeper, his hips slapping your tender ass as he did so. The pleasure it brought eventually came with him reaching around to finger your leaking cunt. You could hear the salacious sounds of his remains being used as lube for your sex.
“Taste it,” he groaned, putting his sticky fingers to your mouth.
And you did. You let him feed you his cum while he took you from behind. You let this man, this terrible man, do these nasty things to you. It felt good. Too good to be right. Soon, Niragi fully satisfied himself with your ass. His moans shaky and shallow, he went completely feral in those last moments. His fingers in your mouth, his cock in your ass and hand in your hair, he could not hold back this time. He stayed on top of you as you felt him twitch again, filling your backside with more cum. The man has the stamina of a beast. You never expected that.
“Now you.”
He flipped you over and spread your legs with ease. “Cum for me,” he growled, burying his face in your pussy and immediately sucking your clit, “I want you to sqiurt on my fucking face. I want you to. Do it.”
You grabbed the back of his head, almost afraid he might pull away again, and felt that sweet release. It came out of you far too easily, and hit you like a bullet. Your eyes shut tight, your arms bent to your chest and you bit your lower lips. You shook as you became nearly numb to his tongue now; you only felt the orgasm it’d brought on. When you finally calmed down, you were left shaking for a minute or so more. You couldn’t speak. Your body stayed cramped a moment longer than any other time.
Niragi, however, gazed up at you in displeasure. “You didn’t do what I asked.”
“Wha-what?”
“I wanted you to squirt into my mouth, and you didn’t.”
“I...I…”
“I wanted that, and I didn’t get it. So,” he pushed your legs further apart, “Looks like we’re starting all over again.”
“Starting over?”
“Until you give me my last present.”
“Niragi, I don’t think I can.”
“Then I’ll have to teach you. I’m going to have to teach you a lot of things, it seems.” He wiped his mouth and knelt up on the bed, “I’m feeling generous right now, so I’ll give you a minute to calm down. Then we’re fucking again, and again, and again until I get what I want.”
He pecked your lips, then left you on the bed for the bathroom. You should feel ashamed by this, yet you only felt bliss. The prospect of him coming back for more left butterflies in your stomach. You gulped down a water bottle you found on the end table, and stretched your aching muscles. By the time he came back, you’d managed to clean yourself up just enough to keep yourself comfortable. Something inside you said a full clean up would’ve upset him.
You didn’t want to upset him too much. Only just enough.