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Fantasy	By : Loreley Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 4972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, its characters or settings.
Pairings: The Dark Magician and Linnet Hazen (OC)
A/N: Not much of a plot just thought this would be fun to write!

Fantasy
            Linnet studied the card in her hand with a peculiar fascination, unable to say why it mesmerized her so. It was from a rather popular game being played now, called Yu-Gi-Oh. The card itself was an item called the Dark Magician. She did not value the card for its power or rarity, or lack thereof. The man in the picture was what she found interesting. He was utterly beautiful, in the way that only fictional characters could be. Oh, she knew a lot of girls got wild eyed over the Duelists themselves, several of which were quite handsome, but Linnet had never really followed the card game or the anime. In fact, the cards she did own had been given to her by her younger brother, who had grown tired of the game and in a moment of boredom, bestowed his once beloved deck to her. Linnet had accepted the gift much as she would any gift she didn’t particularly want: with a too bright smile and an overly enthusiastic thank you, as if such actions might serve to cover her bewilderment over receiving such a gift. She had been careful to store the cards as her brother ordered, because even though she might have no interest in them, they were a gift from him, after all, and so precious to her for that reason alone. Once she had put them away, Linnet hadn’t given them another thought. She had a full time job, a circle of seven friends, and little time to spare thinking about inherited cards. But, one evening when she had been cleaning out her closet, she had come across the card collection and decided to flip through the cards.
            Linnet had dropped back onto her bed and lazily gone through a seemingly endless assortment of cards until she at last reached the Dark Magician. The moment she saw him, her hand stilled and her eyes widened. She had never seen a man so handsome in her life. Because, of course, no man could ever look as good as a fictional man. And not just because of physical characteristics, either. Fictional men were perfect, even when they had quirks, because you didn’t actually have to deal with them on a daily basis. They were a figment of the imagination, and therefore flawless. Give them life, and surely they would fall from the pedestal you placed them on. And yet still the image of the Dark Magician enchanted her, though she knew it was silly to be ogling a drawing. She couldn’t seem to help herself, though. Linnet had been looking for a man of the Dark Magician’s physical beauty for all of her life. She was not an unattractive woman, considered pretty and blessed with a dainty but curvaceous body, and thus she had met and dated many men. But none of them had managed to capture her attention as easily as this Dark Magician did. Linnet would have laughed at how pitiful such a realization was, but she was too dazed by her reaction to the card to ponder it much. She was immediately aroused, as if he had been created explicitly to turn her on. And it seemed the most natural thing in the world to touch herself while staring at his image.
            “You are…absolutely perfect,” she whispered, slowly removing her panties and then laying back on the bed, her fingers skimming up her thighs to teasingly caress her clit.

            Ranakhti, the Dark Magician, was absorbed in learning a transmutation spell when he heard a dulcet, feminine voice purr, “You are…absolutely perfect.”
            Normally, he would have paid no mind to the words, for he was used to hearing a thousand voices a day speak to him, and there were only a small number he actually responded to. But this voice was soft and breathless, and there was a sense of need to the words that immediately captured his attention. Ran set aside the text he had been studying and focused his thoughts on that voice, following the trail of mystical energy that tied him to the Cards, until he reached the Card that this person had spoken to. He waved his hand, conjuring up an enormous viewing crystal, and then willed the Card to reveal to him its surroundings. Bright light flooded his studying chamber as the connection was made, and then the orb dimmed, revealing a woman in its depths. She was very lovely, he noted, with dark hair and eyes and though small, she had a wonderful shape. He had seen women more beautiful, of course, but none of them had been quite as compelling as she. Perhaps because this first time he laid eyes on her, she was touching herself.
            Ranakhti was an immortal, a great magician who had been trapped into the realms of Magic to serve the Master of his Card, and he had the ability to create and send out dozens of avatars at a time to the Duelists who were powerful enough to truly play the game but still believed they alone were responsible for conjuring up the holograms they dueled with. But Ran was also male, and as such he found females beautiful, though he generally did not feel the stirrings of any true desire for mortal women. But now, as Ranakhti stared in dazed bemusement at the woman writhing on her bed, her fingers stroking herself into a wild state, he undeniably felt a tremendous surge of raw lust tear through him with shocking intensity. He dropped down onto the seat behind his desk, feeling the blood rush through his body in heated waves, settling in his groin as his penis sprang to life. It had been an age since a woman had aroused him so, he thought, stunned by his reaction to her. He watched as she slid her fingers into her pussy, even from another dimension he could see how wet she was, and from looking at her he knew she would be tight. His dick started to throb in an insistent fashion, but he tried to ignore it. He was an Immortal; he did not fawn over the likes of mortal women. But then the woman did something he was unprepared for. She looked right at the Card of him and licked her lips, muttering, “I’d love to fuck you senseless.”
            Ran’s will to resist collapsed when he heard those ardent words fall from her luscious lips, because he realized she was touching herself while looking at his image. She wanted him. He did not quite understand the slang she had used, but he recognized desire. He reached beneath the folds of his clothing and fumbled with the ties of his pants, but after a moment he waved his hand in frustration and was completely naked. Magic had its good points he mused as he reached down and encircled his swollen cock with his hand. Ran didn’t think much after that, he just felt. It had been some time since he had given himself a release. Oh there had been a roll in the sheets with a fellow Card Immortal every now and again, but as a rule Ran did not masturbate. He was either too busy studying magic, answering summons or indulging in sexual antics with other Immortals. He had no need to relieve himself.
            Now he was so hard it was almost painful, he was in need of immediate gratification, and while he knew he could always summon one of his lovers he chose not to, strangely driven to share in this experience with the mortal woman. Ran had never done this before, masturbating while watching someone else get off looking at him. Of course, she had no idea he could see her. In fact, every time she looked at his Card, she was looking directly into his viewing crystal, which made it seem as if she were staring straight into his eyes. This only turned him on more. Ran kept a perfect pace with her, speeding up his movements when her own rhythm became more frenzied, slowing down when she did. He watched the way she caressed her breasts, the way she licked her fingertips and then tugged at her nipple before moaning, and his desire increased until his breathing was ragged and his body almost totally out of control. He adored the way she bit her lip when she stroked a particularly sensitive spot, the way her back curved and her head thrashed, the soft sounds of her delight. His body was throbbing in agony, his hand gripping his cock so tightly it was bordering on pain as he stroked himself with increasing intensity. When the woman suddenly screamed and lifted her hips up off the bed, the pleasure singing through his veins exploded and he came, all over his hand and the tomes on the edge of his desk, the sensation so incredible it left him senseless. He slumped into the chair, totally dazed.
            Ran blinked at the woman as she stretched in her bed and then he smiled when she yawned. He was starting to relax somewhat, the lassitude of release washing over him, and he decided to not wonder why he had been so aroused by the mortal. The moment had surely passed now that he had indulged his body’s desires and attained sexual relief. But just when he was certain he’d be able to put her from his mind, the woman raised her fingers to her mouth, still glistening with her own juices, and licked them clean, before winking at his Card. Of course his mind immediately conjured thoughts of her doing that to his cock, and he felt the stirrings of another erection. As Ran stared at her in stunned arousal, the woman reached over and turned his Card face down, cutting off the visual link he had established and leaving him to stare at a blank picture in the viewing crystal. Ran belatedly realized he had no idea who she was, but now that he had connected with her Card once he would be able to instantly find it again, and the moment she turned it face up he would be aware of it. He would be waiting for her to do just that, in fact.
            Linnet, blissfully unaware of the connection she had established with the Dark Magician Ranakhti, curled up under the sheets of her bed and gave herself up to sleep.

            And so it went for the next year.
            Linnet would bring out the Card of the Dark Magician and masturbate while looking at it and Ranakhti would jack off watching her. At first, he tried to fight his attraction to her, but his desire for her seemed to be insatiable. She did not turn his Card up every day, but every day he found himself thinking of her, and waiting. It seemed he was always waiting for the moment she would touch his Card. His studies were neglected, his attention to the Duelists’ summonings almost nonexistent, his interaction with the other Immortals down to a bare minimum, and he had yet to meet up with any of his lovers, saving himself for the times Linnet would bring out his Card. He existed in a state of perpetual longing. It was no longer enough for him to look at her; he wanted to feel her, to taste her, to make her scream. His desire for her grew each day until it became obsessive. His heart would race the moment she turned his Card, and it would plummet the moment she put the Card away. Often, Ranakhti found that after he came from watching her, he wouldn’t lose his erection. After the first two months, even on days when she wouldn’t turn his Card, Ran found himself masturbating to thoughts of her. He dreamed of her while attempting to meditate, and began to have ejaculations during his periods of rest when he was replenishing his power, something that hadn’t happened to him in centuries. His desire for her had become something he could no longer govern, and his once rational and orderly life was a shambles, and not only in a physical sense, either. Over time, his mind and heart had begun to be haunted by her as well.
Linnet sometimes turned his Card just to talk, telling him about things she felt she could share with no one else. Though many of her figures of speech were unknown to him, he was able to understand most of what she said. Her family life was an odd one, full of strained and bitter relationships and old hurts lingering from an unhappy childhood. She did not wish to talk to her family about these things, not wanting to upset them now that they were finally growing close as they got older, only wanting the feelings she had to go away. Sometimes she would complain about work, other times men, which made him feel violently angry, though Ran refused to admit it might be jealousy. There were also days when she would leave his Card up after orgasming, and he would watch her sleep. It was strangely peaceful and pleasing to watch over her while she slumbered, it filled him with an odd sense of contentment. On one occasion or another, she had left his Card up all day, and he had gotten to see into her daily life, this was how he had learned her name was Linnet. Ranakhti would sit and stare at her for hours on end, as long as she left his Card up, when he should be doing so many other things. He simply couldn’t pull himself away from her. The sound of her laugh, the beauty of her smile, the way she teased her friends into good moods even against their will, everything about her entranced him. And always, always he wanted her.
On the days when Linnet would touch herself, he would beg her to call on him. He would go down on his knees before her image in the viewing orb and pray she would summon him. Just once. Once. All she had to do was ask for him, and he would go to her. If she would but call on him, he would crawl for her if that were what she asked of him. That concession alone was testimony to the depth of his desire for Linnet, Immortals were notoriously proud. Ran needed to go to her, he felt as if he might expire from lust soon if he did not. And he would not send an avatar, a hollow image. He would send himself, in flesh and blood, something Immortals rarely did since it limited their powers while they were among the mortals. He didn’t care, though, he wanted her that much. Linnet for her part was completely unaware of his suffering. Because she had no idea Ranakhti was real, she simply indulged in her little fantasy with the Dark Magician and thought nothing of it, other then the fact that she was definitely bizarre for fantasizing about a person on a card. She did not pine for Ran because she didn’t know he existed. And she never called on him because it never occurred to her that she could.
And so Ran’s hunger for her went on without reprieve, and he knew despair, until one night, by sheerest chance, his greatest desire was granted him.

Linnet had a long day at work, and so she had gone home and taken a nice, hot bath to relax her aching muscles. Of course, the heat from the water usually got her blood racing and today was no exception. When she stepped out of the tub, her thoughts were on her Dark Magician, who had become her favorite pastime, it seemed. She was slightly worried about her seemingly obsessive interest in the card, but she had convinced herself it was nothing serious. To admit otherwise would be like declaring herself insane. Now, as she stared at the cool beauty of the Dark Magician, she felt a familiar heat seep into her body, and let her hand lazily drift across the delicate lines of her collarbone. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, years in fact. It was not that she’d been denied the opportunity, just about every time she went out on the weekends she met new men. But Linnet was not given to careless relationships; she had grown up learning about the dangers of STDs and also had no desire to be a mother just yet. No man had seemed good enough to risk losing her life or her freedom to.
            Until now. The Dark Magician could be her man. He was perfect, because he was unattainable and would never be a part of her life, which made him virtually danger free. Of course, there was the small issue of how insane such a thought was, considering the man in question was fictional, but she ignored it for the time being. Linnet propped the card up onto a pillow and then leaned back against the headboard of her bed. She slowly slid her fingers down her body, allowing them to teasingly trace the curves of her breasts before sidling across the smooth plane of her stomach, drifting past her belly button to rest against the waist of her pajama pants. She hooked her finger beneath the material and pushed it down until the pants were resting below the juncture of her thighs. For the moment, she left her panties on, slipping two of her fingers down until they rested against her clit. She applied gentle pressure at first, teasingly stroking herself, the silk of her underwear producing a delicious friction that had her wet in an instant. Because she knew her body better then anyone else, Linnet knew what would turn her on the most, and as her panties grew damp from the juices of her pussy, causing the material to glide over her flesh with slick grace, the sensual sensation increased.
            Linnet’s eyes lowered and narrowed as tendrils of pleasure shot through her. She licked her lower lip, applying more pressure, her hips lifting slightly, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. Her other hand moved up to cup her breast, grazing a nipple through the lace of her bra. Her breasts had always been particularly sensitive and responsive, and the faint touch sent a wave of raw heat through her. She moaned as she felt herself getting wetter, her nipples taut, heat spreading through her body like wildfire. Linnet glanced back up at the card, the Dark Magician’s face now a blur she couldn’t really see through pleasure glazed eyes, and she muttered, “I can’t believe how hot you make me. This is insane! But still, I wish you were here…”
            Linnet leaned her head back as she slipped one finger into her dripping panties and slowly slid it into the warm recesses of her vagina. She instinctively lifted her body off of the bed, pushing her finger in as far as it would go, and gasped as she deliberately stroked her own g spot. It had been several days since she’d felt this kind of pleasure and her body was highly sensitized so that the pleasure she was experiencing was almost painful. She silently reminded herself she needed to masturbate more often. White lights began to shine behind her eyes as the tension building within her reached an unbearable level. She added a second finger into her pussy and rocked up against her hand, the sensations becoming too sharp to bear. As Linnet felt herself rushing to the point of climax, she heard a deep voice say, “I have never seen anything so beautiful.”
Linnet’s eyes flew open, her expression one of confusion and ecstasy as her gaze landed upon the shape of a man. Some rational part of her mind knew she should be frightened to have a man suddenly appear in her room, but she was too close to the point of orgasm, her body overruling her brain as her fingers thrust inside of her, touching the perfect place, igniting the fire in her until she was consumed by it. She knew the man was watching her and she didn’t care. In fact, it was strangely arousing to know he was watching her masturbate, it was this realization that finally sent her over the edge, and she gave a small scream of delight as she came. As always, the experience was exhilarating and exhausting, and it seemed every inch of her body contributed to the sweet spasms that swept over her as she came. She collapsed back onto the bed, dazed, before reality rudely intruded and she sat up with a small gasp of fright.
The man had not moved from his spot near the foot of the bed. He was tall, well built but not overwhelmingly muscular, and strikingly handsome. He had dark hair and piercing eyes, and he was wearing the most bizarre looking outfit that appeared to be a cross between armor and clothing. It was different shades of purple and possibly blue, and she had to admire the man’s security in his masculinity to be able to wear such colors. That didn’t explain what he was doing in her room, or why she had the strangest feeling she’d seen him before. She was sure that couldn’t be possible, she would remember a man as hot as this one was. The direct approach seemed best. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
Linnet supposed she could have asked why the guy was in her house, not just her bedroom, but her nerves were a bit frazzled. The man tilted his head to the side and studied her, his eyes intense, and Linnet belatedly recalled the fact that she was half sprawled out on her bed and partially undressed. She hurriedly yanked her pajama pants up and then grabbed a pillow, hiding her torso from his view. He frowned, not in a threatening way but rather a disappointed way, his purple-blue eyes flitting over her once more before moving back up to her face. “I am the Dark Magician, and I am standing.”
Linnet laughed at the man’s outrageous answer. The Dark Magician indeed. She might not know much about the card game Yu-Gi-Oh, but she knew enough to determine the cards were not alive. As to his smart ass remark about standing, she could see that for herself. He was obviously trying to avoid telling her what he was doing in her room. But Linnet wanted to know how he knew her when she couldn’t recall ever meeting him, and how he’d gotten into her house. “Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t possibly be the Dark Magician, he doesn’t exist,” she replied, silently adding to herself she wished he did, “And I can see you are standing. I didn’t realize you were going to respond to my questions in such a literal fashion, so I’ll try to be more specific. How did you get into my house, and why are you here?”
The gorgeous creature stared at her in dismay, and she sighed because it was really a shame that such a magnificent man was insane. He turned his head to look around her room, and as he did so, the incredibly large hat on his head moved as well, drawing her attention to it. The hat was pointed, like every wizard hat she had ever seen in fantasy magazines, and like everything else he was wearing it was purple. The hat was a darker shade, looped by lighter purple rings that started at the base and spiraled up to the tip. Where had he gotten such a fabulously bizarre get up? Maybe he was rich, and had paid to have it made just for him, since she’d never seen anything like his clothing before. So, he was handsome, rich and crazy. What a waste!
The man frowned, which caused his sensual mouth to turn down into a near pout that almost made Linnet swoon though she determinedly ignored her attraction to the stranger. He crossed his arms over his chest, which naturally drew her attention there. She blinked as she took in the armor, there was no other name to call it by, that covered his chest and shoulders. It was the same dark shade as his hat, and was trimmed in the lighter purple around the edges. There appeared to be two layers to it, with a diamond shaped plate resting over the second layer in the center of his chest, extending down to his narrow waist. The armor made his chest look impressive and his shoulders impossibly wide. It also seemed to be strangely familiar. She glanced up when she heard him begin speaking, but she had no idea what he was saying because she was still reeling from his perfection, so she held up a hand and said, “Wait, what did you say?”
The man glowered at her. “If you are going to ask me questions, perhaps you should take the time to listen when I answer them.”
Linnet glared at him, vaguely wondering why she wasn’t more frightened he was in her room and how she managed to have the nerve to say, “Hey pal, you’re in my house and I’ll listen to you when I’m ready to, not when you feel like speaking.”
“But you just asked me the questions a moment ago,” he protested, his lovely face a study of confusion.
Linnet sighed and said, “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little startled and, um, embarrassed at the moment and so I’m feeling tense.”
The man’s belligerent stance relaxed after she apologized, but his face was still puzzled when he said, “What do you have to be embarrassed about? When you were touching yourself, it was one of the most magnificent things I had ever seen. It was certainly nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Linnet just blinked at him, her brain shrieking, He did not just say that!!! She needed to change the subject, and fast. Strangely, her mind was refusing to cooperate. Go figure. “Uh, yeah well, it’s great you think that I guess…I mean, I know it’s great you think that I looked good, especially since you’re so hot and all…Ack, what am I saying?”
Now it was the man’s turn to laugh. “I have no idea. Your speech patterns are foreign to me.”
“Speech patterns?” Linnet parroted.
“Yes, the way you use your words,” he slowly explained, as if speaking to an idiot.
Linnet fumed at him. “I’ll have you know my speech patterns are perfectly normal.”
The man merely shrugged, his unusual eyes twinkling. “Perhaps so, I have no way of really knowing.”
“Because you are a character from a game,” Linnet sarcastically responded.
The guy was back to frowning. “I am not. I am a magician who was placed into confinement, to serve the will of the master of my summoning talisman.”
Linnet stared at him, wishing he weren’t so insane because he really did look good enough to eat. “Right and I moonlight as the tooth fairy.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. “And you claim I am ridiculous.”
“I wasn’t being serious,” Linnet snapped, exasperated. “Listen, if you don’t want to tell me who you really are, fine. But you can at least tell me why you came here.”
The expression on his face changed from one of irritation to sensuality in the blink of an eye, the hot look on his face almost mesmerizing. “I am here because you called me,” he answered her in a voice so husky and thick it made her knees tremble.
“Excuse me,” she managed to weakly get out, though her insides felt like liquid jelly. “I did no such thing.”
He smiled, and this time it was full of dark promises instead of amusement, and Linnet felt as if she’d collapse at his feet in a senseless heap at any moment. “Yes, you did. I could hear you wishing for me to come to you. And so I did.”
Linnet blinked at him in bemusement. This guy had heard her wish for the Dark Magician? As if she hadn’t been embarrassed enough! “What were you doing, hiding in my closet and eavesdropping or something?”
“No. I was resting in my own dimension when I heard you wish for me,” he purred, not the slightest bit irritated anymore as he studied her through the thick veil of his lashes, obviously remembering what she had been doing when he first arrived.
“Your own dimension? Yeah right. Listen, guy, I don’t know what you’re up to, and I don’t care how good looking you are, I want you to leave.”
The man slowly shook his head, taking a step closer to the bed, and as he did so she noticed how very tall he was. His entire lower body was encased in some sort of purple armor, again etched with loops of lighter purple. A long, dark panel of clothing covered his hips and upper legs, falling down to rest near his feet. Again, she was struck by how very oddly he was dressed, but she shrugged it off. “I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, reaching out to lightly trace the curve of her cheek, and they both quietly gasped as sexual attraction tore through them. “This isn’t the first time I have watched you touch yourself, lady. I have seen it in the past, many times.”
“What,” she whispered, fighting the urge to lean into his touch, her panties already growing wet just from the feel of his flesh against her own.
“Every time you have looked upon my talisman and pleasured yourself, I have seen it,” he breathed, leaning down so his face was inches from hers. “And every time I have wanted to be the one giving you that pleasure, but I was unable to reach you. Tonight, you called for me for the first time, and there was nothing that could have kept me from you once you freed me to act.”
Suddenly, Linnet had a feeling this man might be telling the truth. How else could he have known she had masturbated while looking at the Dark Magician’s card in the past? How else could he have known this was the first time she had voiced her insane desire to actually have the Dark Magician with her? “How did you get here, into my room?”
He lowered his eyes to her mouth and without warning; his tongue flickered out to teasingly trace the line of her lower lip. She gasped and he immediately drew her bottom lip into his mouth, gently sucking on it for a moment before lightly biting down on it. He released her with great reluctance, his eyes so dark they were now almost black. “Through your Card, of course. The Cards are based on real summoning talismans. An Immortal such as myself can answer the summons anytime we choose, though it is rare that we do so for anyone but a Master of the Cards, or as you might say, a Duelist. Even then, we appear only as images in most cases, but we are quite capable of responding in the flesh if we so choose.”
“How is that possible,” she wondered, shaking from his proximity, her senses still reeling from the feel of his tongue on her mouth.
“Magic, the Cards act something like Gates,” he muttered, his voice so low it was almost a growl, his breathing sounding erratic. His desire was palpable, it was so intense. Linnet felt as if she was suffocating from it, and it was as frightening as it was arousing. As she stared into his brilliant eyes, recognition flared within her. She had stared at the Dark Magician often enough to recognize those eyes. She leaned back to get a better look at him, but he followed her as if drawn to her against his will so that he was so close to her she could feel the heat of his wonderful body.
“Give me some space, please,” she demanded her own voice almost breathless. “I want to see you.”
Though the last thing he wanted was to move away from the object of his desire, Ranakhti did as she asked. He was walking a fine line, fighting against the urge to throw her down on the bed and ravish her. He adored her, everything about her, but his lust was nearly beyond his control, it had been building for so many months. He took a deep, shaky breath and forced himself to step back from her, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he struggled to hold himself in check. Thus far, Ran had been proud of his behavior. He had managed to keep from falling on her like a sex crazed maniac when he first appeared at the foot of her bed, finally a live witness to her act of masturbation at long last. It had been more difficult then he’d imagined, restraining himself from touching her when he had the most painful erection he could ever recall, but he had managed to do it, aware she was frightened by his unexpected appearance. When she had started demanding to know who he was, it had been hard for him to respond to her questions, just being so close to her was dangerously testing the limit of his control and it was almost impossible to focus on what she was saying. He still wasn’t completely used to her modern form of speech, but he knew she didn’t believe he was the Dark Magician. It would have been so simple for him to prove his identity to her by using magic, but for some reason he wanted her to see him first as a man. It had taken her long enough to recognize him, but he was certain she knew he was speaking the truth now. Linnet was staring at him with her enormous doe eyes, but Ran’s gaze kept going back to that delicious mouth of hers. He could still feel the satiny texture of her skin; still taste her on his tongue. He had tried to keep from touching her until she made the first move, but in this he had failed, unable to completely control his unruly body. He had spent so many hours wondering what she tasted like; he had been powerless to keep from at least sampling her. He could smell the intoxicating scent of her recent climax in the air, the sight of her orgasming mere inches away from him something that would be seared into his memory for eternity.
Linnet eyed the gorgeous man intently, starting with his eyes and then sweeping over the perfect lines of his face, with its straight nose and sensual mouth. She let her glance skim over him from head to toe and then back again, and as she took in the full scope of him, really looked at him without letting anything else distract her, she realized he was telling the truth. There could be no doubt he was the Dark Magician. Oh, he obviously wasn’t a cartoon, and he wasn’t an exact replica of the image on the card, but that was because he was real and not a drawing. His body was more solid, his features more chiseled; there were angles and edges to him that a drawing couldn’t duplicate. “Good lord,” she whispered, the world starting to dim at the edges. “I think that I may faint for the first time in my life.”
Ran was at her side before she had finished speaking, gently pushing her back against one of her pillows. “Take deep breaths,” he told her, ignoring the incredible feeling of her smooth shoulders beneath his hands, his teeth gritted.
Linnet nodded, valiantly sucking in air, trying to do as he said. Ran stared down at her, she was wide eyed and gasping like a fish out of water, and suddenly he threw back his head and laughed. Linnet paused mid gasp to glare at him. “What’s so funny?”
Ranakhti wordlessly shook his head, not sure how to explain without angering her. In his mind’s eye, she was perfect no matter what she did, so the fact that she looked hilarious gasping for air did nothing to shake his attraction to her. But he didn’t think it would be a good idea telling her he found her bug eyed expression funny. He certainly didn’t want to piss her off, especially not now. Still, it was something of a relief to be able to laugh despite having an extremely painful erection, it helped ease some of the tension that even now was making him feel like he might snap at any moment and molest her. “I just never imagined this happening when I finally met you,” he laughed.
“You’ve been imagining me,” Linnet asked, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.
Ran’s laughter abruptly died as he met her curious gaze, his own ablaze with rampant desire. “All the time.”
Linnet stared up at him in astonishment, and the silence between them grew thick with need. Ranakhti was drawn to her despite his will, and his grip convulsively tightened on her shoulders. Linnet jumped at the feeling of his fingers squeezing her hard enough to leave bruises, and Ran immediately released her as if he’d been burned. “I’m sorry, I just can’t seem to…I don’t know what I’m doing,” he muttered, at a loss what to do now that he was finally there with her. He didn’t want to push her. He wanted her to come to him first, but it was not in his nature to hold back from pursuing that which he wanted.
“That makes two of us,” Linnet replied in a bright voice. “I’m not sure if you being here means I’m officially insane or not. I mean how many people actually meet a person straight out of a card game?”
Ranakhti reluctantly stood up and moved away from her, sitting on the end of the bed, his whole body taut with strain. “I told you I am from another dimension.”
Linnet sat up and looked at him, noting the tense posture and stiff set of his shoulders. “I know, it’s just that this is difficult for me…By the way, I just realized I have no idea what your name is. I don’t really want to go around calling you the Dark Magician.”
“My name is Ranakhti, but I would be honored if you would call me Ran,” he added, turning his burning eyes to her once more, thinking it would be sheer heaven just to hear her say his name.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Linnet Hazen,” she answered with a smile. “You can just call me Linnet.”
There were other things he’d like to call her, lover being the main one, but Ran wisely kept that thought to himself for the moment. Linnet was still recovering from the fact that her dream man was really alive, and sitting on her bed. In the flesh. She tried to look at him without being obvious, but he was staring at her with such avid intensity it was impossible for her to look at him without him noticing. An awkward silence fell between them, until another thought occurred to Linnet and she blurted it out before she stopped to think of what she was saying. “You said you’ve, um, seen me do, er, that thing many times in the past. Are you the only one who saw me?”
Ranakhti glanced at her with a mischievous grin. “The only time I saw you was when you had my Card face up. No one else could see you except me. Each Card is directly linked to its Immortal and no other.”
“That’s a relief,” she mumbled to herself. Then another thought occurred to her, and her eyes widened. “Did you really see me every time I had the card up?”
Ran’s smile slowly faded as countless erotic memories flitted through his mind, all of them centered on this woman. “Yes.”
“Crap,” Linnet groaned. “How embarrassing! I am so sorry! I had no idea you’d be forced to watch me, um, you know, get off when I had your card up.”
“I assure you, there’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about,” Ran purred. “And there’s certainly no need for you to apologize. I wasn’t forced to watch you do anything. I watched you because I wanted to.”
Well, that was certainly blatant, Linnet found herself bemusedly thinking. Then again, Ranakhti hadn’t even bothered trying to hide the fact that he wanted her. What she wanted to know was why he wanted her. She was a pretty girl, but no beauty. She was too short, too slender, and not particularly busty, though she had been told she had great legs and a nice ass, so she wasn’t totally hopeless. Still, this guy was physically perfect as far as she could tell, so why her? Out of the hundreds of people who probably had his Card, why had he chosen her? Or had he? Was this something he did with every woman, and possibly man, that owned his Card? “Are you some kind of sex freak?” she demanded, inexplicably nervous about his answer though these were things she had to ask him. “Do you do this sort of thing all the time?”
Ran had to struggle with the first phrase, but once he heard the second question he was more easily able to understand what she was asking. He frowned, thinking he had been perfectly normal for an Immortal until she came along and disrupted his life, but in an essence her first query seemed completely correct, at least where she was concerned. “I never used to be a sex freak, as you call it, though I seem to have become one lately,” he grumbled, looking at her with sheepish eyes. “And no, I do not do this sort of thing all the time. In fact, I’d say this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way. And it’s your fault. Because of you, I have become a sex freak, but you are the only one capable of making me feel that way.”
He sure knew how to turn a girl’s head, Linnet would give him that. He was almost too smooth. She couldn’t resist saying, “I’m sure you tell all the women that.”
Ran’s frown turned into a scowl and he glared at her with cool disdain. “I do not. Such a confession would normally be beneath me, and I have never felt the need to make one in the past. The only reason I say it now is because I want you as I have wanted nothing else in my lifetime. Would you have me beg? I will. Simply tell me that is what you wish and I will do it, if it will prove to you the extent of my desire for you.”
Linnet was not used to a man being so open and forward, she had no idea what to say. It was difficult to imagine this man begging for anything let alone her. Would he actually do it? “You would beg for me,” she repeated slowly, having difficulty believing him.
“Yes,” he replied in a voice soft, sensual and serious. “I already have done so countless times in the last year, though you did not hear me.”
Linnet forgot to breathe. “You did?”
“Oh yes,” he whispered, leaning towards her again, unable to hold himself in check, his control starting to slip. He took a lock of her dark hair and rubbed his face against it, running the silken strands over his mouth, his cock throbbing with painful intensity. He gave a pained laugh as he went on, “I’d say it started about the second month after I began watching you, and continued on until the present day.”
Even though her brain was shrieking she should exercise caution, that she was walking in dangerous territory, she couldn’t help asking, “What were you begging me for?”
His breathing was growing erratic again and it seemed as if the pupils of his eyes had dilated so that the whites were completely gone from sight. He moved closer to her, his gaze dropping to her mouth as he answered, “To call me to you so that I could bring you pleasure. You have no idea how long I have waited for you to summon me. There were times I considered going to you first, even though it is forbidden, but I was afraid you might be punished for my transgression and so I waited. It has been hell, Linnet. Absolute hell. I existed in a state of perpetual longing and agony, knowing you desired me, watching you climax again and again over the months while looking at my image. And now at last I am here. I have spent every moment thinking of you, I can’t recall my life before you came into it and I don’t want to. I know it is wrong of me to ask, because you have yet to encourage me, but may I touch you again?”
By the time Ranakhti was done speaking, it seemed a miracle to Linnet her brain could still function enough to hear his question. His passionate tone, his ready admission to begging for her, his ardent words all combined to make her believe he was telling the truth. Men did not talk like this unless they were truly infatuated, at the very least. “You want to touch me? Where?”
Ran’s hand clutched the blanket on her bed as a small groan escaped him, thinking of all the places he wanted to touch her, and he was almost panting with lust when he said, “Anywhere. I’ll be satisfied with any place you allow me to touch.”
Linnet blushed, not having intended to make the question so provocative, although under the circumstances it seemed anything she said would turn out that way. She wanted this man, as much as he wanted her, and he had told her he knew she desired him. It was an obvious conclusion on his part, considering how many times he must have seen her masturbate while thinking of him. Strangely, the thought was no longer embarrassing. “What if I were to say you could touch my hand,” she said in a teasing voice, almost giddy at the power she seemed to have over him, just as he had power over her.
“Can I,” he demanded, so close now that she could feel his body heat.
Linnet hesitated, knowing if she said yes it wouldn’t stop there. They had wanted each other so long; though for her it was not so intense because she hadn’t known he was real until today. Still, now that he was here she could not pass up the opportunity to be with him. She doubted she’d ever see him again if he existed in another dimension. She didn’t even know how often he was able to come to Earth like this. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
He picked her hand up with surprisingly gentle fingers, delicately stroking her palm, savoring the feel of her skin for a moment before guiding her hand to the left side of his chest, slipping her hand beneath the armor so that her palm rested flat against the material over his flesh. Beneath her hand she could feel the wild beating of his heart, and she glanced up at him in surprise. “I just wanted you to know,” he murmured, softly squeezing her hand. “This is what you do to me, without even trying.”
Ran lifted her hand to his face then and cupped it against his cheek. His eyes closed briefly, a sweet gesture that made Linnet go weak in the knees. And then he turned his face and lightly bit the palm of her hand, and Linnet groaned as a bolt of pleasure lanced through her. Her Dark Magician glanced at her from beneath his lashes, his beautiful eyes teasing as his tongue brushed against the flesh of her wrist, causing her to shiver and lean forward, her other palm spread over the metal of his chest armor. Ran fought off the urge to simply yank her into his arms, refusing to take more then she offered though he desperately wanted to. Linnet was oblivious to his internal struggle as she rested her chest against his, lightly rubbing herself against him, turning her face up to nuzzle his neck and whispering, “You smell so good but definitely different. Like spices and books.”
Ran couldn’t manage to form a reply, his throat swallowing convulsively as she brushed her cheek against it. He went perfectly still, aware that if he so much as moved his control would be lost and he would attack her. Linnet didn’t notice his unnatural stillness, too intent on learning the numerous planes and muscles of her dream man, after having only a picture to look at for so long. She lifted her head so that her lips were near his ear and said, “I’m sorry, I touched you without asking first. But I wanted to so much, and I want to keep on touching you. May I?”
Ran began to shiver almost uncontrollably, minute but telling quivers running through the entire length of his body. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Linnet smiled against his ear and laughed, “Thank you,” before gently biting his ear lobe.
That caress finally broke Ran’s tenuous control, and he reached for her with his free hand, twisting it in her hair and pulling her face around until it was even with his, muttering, “Forgive me,” before covering her mouth with his own. Linnet, at first startled by his abrupt action, relaxed once she realized he only wanted to kiss her. Although after a few seconds she wondered if he was actually trying to devour her. Unlike his earlier tentative touching, this kiss was nearly brutal. His lips moved over hers with fierce demand, his tongue plunging into her mouth, swirling around her own tongue in a teasing manner that was an erotic indication of things yet to come. The kiss was domineering and harsh, and so arousing that she was utterly lost in it, only breaking it off when she was forced to come up for air.
Ran released her hair as quickly as he’d grabbed it, dropping his gaze to the ground, unable to look at her. He was appalled by his lack of control, but even as he felt loathing for himself and his weakness, he knew if he looked at her he would only kiss her again. “I am sorry,” he breathed. “I have wanted you for so long, waiting is difficult for me. Patience has never been my strong suit.”
Linnet, still stunned by the urgency of the kiss, reached out with her free hand and tilted his head up, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Don’t you apologize to me. I want you, too. And it’s ok with me if you’re a little impatient. It’s very flattering. But I still want to touch you, and I haven’t gotten to yet, so could you please do something for me?”
“Anything,” Ran vowed, his eyes studying the features of her face with hot longing.
“First I want you to promise you’ll keep still,” she demanded.
The Dark Magician arched an eyebrow at her, but nodded without hesitation. “Agreed.”
Linnet smiled at his grave tone, lifting the hand that still held hers and pressing a kiss against the back of it. She felt him shudder, but he remained motionless as she had asked. “Now then, I want you to undress.”
Ran had been prepared to hear any number of things, that was not one of them, though considering the circumstances it should have been. At his stunned look, she gave him a naughty wink and said, “I can’t exactly touch you when you’re buried under clothes and armor, after all.”
Ran hesitated for a moment, aware that once he removed his clothing she would see him naked, and he was flagrantly aroused. But she was watching him expectantly, and he hadn’t made his desire for her secret, so with a slight nod and a gesture from one hand, he cast a disrobing spell. Linnet’s mouth fell open when Ranakhti’s clothes vanished into thin air. She had accepted the fact that he was the Dark Magician as he’d claimed to be, but she had never seen magic actually being used before and…her train of thought came to a screeching halt as her brain finally registered the fact that he had removed all of his clothing. He was sitting in front of her completely naked. Of course the first place her eyes went to was his groin. Her mouth couldn’t fall open any wider, but she did make an odd choking sound when she saw his cock was already erect and gleaming at the tip where a drop of pre cum had formed. She licked her lips as unmitigated lust tore through her.
Ran watched her reaction and smiled, realizing she hadn’t expected him to go from fully clothed to totally bare. He was surprised when the first place she looked was his dick, but then she had stared at him like she wanted to eat him alive, and when she licked her lips, he thought he might die from anticipation. After it became apparent she wasn’t going to move, simply sit there and stare at him, Ran cleared his throat and said, “Well, I did as you asked. Are you going to touch me or not?”
Linnet shook her head to clear it and then grinned at him. “My you are the impatient one.”
“I have already waited a year for this,” he replied, his voice gentle but there was a strained quality to it.
“Well, I have waited my whole lifetime,” she murmured.
Ran studied her, puzzled by her comment, but before he could ask her what she meant, she reached out and ran a single finger down the center of his chest, and he forgot how to speak. Small waves of pleasure swept through him as she traced the defined muscles of his abdomen, causing his muscles to jerk convulsively beneath her hand. Linnet laughed and said, “You are absolutely perfect. Not too muscular, not too thin, just right.”
Ran swallowed as he watched her hands slide over the lines of his shaking body, but her words triggered a memory from what seemed like another lifetime, and he growled, “That’s the first thing you said to me, you know.”
Linnet had been tracing the bottom of his pecks with both hands when he spoke, and she paused to look up at him. “What are you talking about?”
“The first time I saw you; it was after you turned my Card and said ‘You are absolutely perfect’. It immediately caught my attention,” he rasped, achingly aware of her hands resting against his chest.
“You remember that,” she demanded, surprised. Men usually didn’t recall such things, at least the ones she had dated didn’t.
“Of course,” he muttered, shifting so that her hands slipped over his skin just enough to place her fingers near his nipples. “I remember everything if it has to do with you. Please, no more questions. I just want you to touch me. No, I need you to.”
Desire was making him reckless, his words less then polite, but endearing to Linnet because they were spoken with sincerity. The look in his eyes was both hot and pained as he stared down at her with barely suppressed longing. Linnet met his fiery gaze and then slowly inched her fingers upward until they covered his nipples, before deliberately pinching them in a long, slow fashion. Ran’s head rolled back and his eyes closed as he let out a groan, but it quickly escalated into a sob when Linnet leaned forward and bit down on his right nipple. His whole body shuddered, and then, before Linnet knew what was happening, he had turned and flipped her over so that she was pinned beneath him on the bed. His chest was heaving as he stared at her, the look in his eyes so wild and primitive it was as exhilarating as it was unnerving. “I can’t do this,” he moaned, leaning down until his face was in her hair, nuzzling her collarbone, biting at the soft flesh of her neck. “I tried to stay still for you, but I just can’t. It’s too difficult for me to do now.”
Linnet’s heart was racing from the feel of his body crushing hers into the mattress. His dick was pressed against her thighs, and though she was still clothed she could feel it straining against her through the fabric of her pajama pants. And suddenly she thought, What the hell? She had been fantasizing about this man for ages, and now that she had him with her, did she intend just to ogle him? Hell no. She might never have this opportunity again. She had no idea when he would leave, after all. If he was still around after they made love, she could look at him then. “Maybe I can take my time touching you later then,” she whispered. “I assume there will be a later?”
Ran’s eyes widened as her arms wrapped around his neck. His pulse rate accelerated so rapidly a normal man would have felt faint. “Oh, yes, I can promise you that.”
And Linnet said, “Then make love to me,” before leaning up to kiss him.
That was all the permission Ranakhti needed. He fell on her like a wild animal, starved for the feel of her after so many months of watching her from afar. He dropped the full weight of his body on top of hers and just relished the feel of her for a moment. Linnet purred and rubbed her body against his, and they both closed their eyes to savor the pleasurable sensation. Ran stroked the length of her legs, lifting them to twine them around his thighs, settling against her in a more comfortable position. The fabric of her clothes was irritating to his sensitized flesh, so with a gesture he used his magic to remove them. Linnet stiffened when she felt a strange heat swirl around her body, and she glanced down in surprise when her clothes vanished. “Did you just use magic on me,” she asked, knowing it was a stupid question but too astonished to keep from saying it.
Ran smiled down at her and nodded. “Yes.”
“It felt…warm,” she mused, running her fingers through his dark hair. “But not unpleasant.”
His grin was decidedly naughty when he said, “Magic can be useful, for many things.”
She arched an eyebrow at him, knowing from his expression he was referring to something sexual, and her curiosity was roused. But before she could ask him anything, the smile suddenly vanished from his face as his eyes stared at her lips, and then he leaned down and kissed her again. This kiss was no less urgent then the previous one, but there was a gentleness to it that was testimony to their feelings for each other. Ran tasted her deeply, his tongue skillfully flickering around her own as he led her in a teasing dance that was a prelude of what was to come. He buried his hands in her hair, his thumbs cradling her face, as his mouth embraced hers again and again. The heat between them quickly grew, until their blood raced and their pulses pounded and they were giddy with the desire they felt for each other. Linnet tried to touch him everywhere at once, her fingers brushing over his shoulders, across his chest, up his arms and down his back. Ran leaned into her caresses, his dick throbbing against the bed sheet, resting just below the juncture of her thighs. Though the only thing he wanted more then to feel her against him was to actually be inside her, he knew if he even permitted his cock to come in contact with her cunt once, he would lose all control and simply take her without a care for her own pleasure. And that he could not allow to happen. He wanted this first time to be perfect, so that she would want him again and again.
Had he asked Linnet, he would have discovered she thought just being with him was perfect, after dreaming of him for so long. She was feeling restless and empty; she needed him to fill her. She lifted her hips in entreaty, rubbing them against his finely formed stomach, and his muscles clenched in awareness when he felt the heat of her arousal. But it was Linnet’s small whimper of frustration that broke him. He was powerless to keep from pressing himself against her after she made that sound. As they had both suspected, when the tip of his dick brushed against the edge of her pussy, the world stood still. The breath whooshed out of their lungs collectively, and their eyes opened so they could stare at one another in wordless wonder. This was not just sex. This was something that encompassed dimensions and souls, and in the space of one heartbeat and one forgotten breath, they recognized it for what it was. And an instant after that, all good intentions and thoughts of going slow were forgotten as they were overcome by a primordial need, and his erection slid into her with almost brutal force. Linnet screamed as he entered her, but it was not a sound of pain, and Ran recognized that immediately, they were so in tune with one another. He twisted one hand in her hair and the other cupped her ass, tilting it for better leverage, before he began thrusting into her with all the lust he had been suppressing for an eternity.
Linnet moaned and raked her nails down his back, loving the intensity of him, the incredible strength of his movements, the raw longing in his eyes that reflected the need she felt for him. Sweet sensation knifed through her with each deliciously powerful thrust, she could hear her bed creaking from the force of his movements. She bit down on his chest, hard, and Ran growled as the nearly painful pleasure flashed through him with volcanic intensity. Ran kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, adoring her, and all the while he penetrated her, taking her, making her his. She was wet, so wet, and silky and panting in his ear, a sound more heavenly then anything he’d ever known. In an instant, a legion of lovers passed behind his eyes, women from the past, and they were all burned to nothingness by the heat of Linnet. She was everything. His body reacted to the knowledge, moving faster, thrusting deeper and harder. Linnet felt as if he was going to break her in two, but she didn’t care. She had never felt anything so good in her life. His weight, his strength, his passion had no equal. And so she struggled to keep pace with him, when she was by far too inexperienced to match the sexual skill of an Immortal. Ran could feel her moving with him, trying to accommodate his ravenous need, and it helped him to regain just enough sanity to keep from hurting her. He gentled his movements though he maintained the deep penetration. The feelings of pleasure she gave him were acute and mind numbing, but he fought to remain in control. Fire was eating him alive from the inside out, his cock was throbbing and almost in pain, his body strained from holding back his release. He had known he wouldn’t be able to last long, but he was still surprised how close to the edge he was at the moment.
He looked down at Linnet, her eyes heavy with pleasure, her mouth slightly parted, her breath coming in short, fast gasps. She was so beautiful when she did that, so very beautiful…Linnet met his gaze and gave him a sultry smile, and then an instant later her hips lifted and did a graceful twisting motion that sent a shockwave of pleasure through the length of his penis and straight up his spine. His breath hissed out of him and his hand tightened on her hip; while his other hand reached down to cup a pert breast. He felt her nipple tighten instantly as she softly moaned, and he grinned when he realized how sensitive her breasts were. “Like that, do you?”
Linnet bit her lower lip, pushed her breast into his hand, and then locked her ankles around his waist, lifting them completely off the bed for a moment as she pushed his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a moan from him. She grinned and said, “Like that did you?”
He laughed and then kissed her, taking her nipple in his fingers and gently pinching it, loving the way she groaned into his mouth and begged him for more. “You’re mine,” he breathed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she agreed, writhing beneath him as he rode her, the sound of their thighs sliding against each other a seductive sound to her highly aroused senses.
And Ran could feel his control slipping away again as she so readily agreed to his claim over her. Desperate to bring her full pleasure, he called on his magic even as he angled his hips so that he was brushing against her clit with each strong thrust of his cock. Linnet was barely aware of the warm heat from before sweeping over her once more, but she definitely noticed the effects of the magic. Because it stroked her. Literally. Every place that Ran could not reach with his hands, he touched with his magic. It was there, fondling the breast he wasn’t holding. It was caressing the sleek length of her legs, brushing against the hollow of her spine and the back of her neck, teasing the seam of her ass. It felt as if dozens of hands were touching her, all of them bringing her pleasure, and the dull ache inside of Linnet increased to an unbearable level as she fiercely met the thrust of Ran’s hips. Linnet screamed an instant later as her orgasm hit her. Ran’s vision had grown dim, as if he were staring down a tunnel, his gaze focused on Linnet’s face. When he saw her eyes roll back in ecstasy and felt her pussy begin to contract around his dick, he let his control go and gave himself over to pure sensation. He pushed himself up onto one elbow, placing a hand under her ass and lifting her at a higher angle, before going slightly up onto his knees and plunging into her with wild abandon. Each stroke sent a backlash of bliss through his body until he was shaking, barely able to support their weight. When his orgasm hit, it was fast and without warning, catching him off guard as his balls tightened an instant before he came in her. For several breathless moments time stood still, he couldn’t see or hear, only feel, drowning in sheer pleasure as he spilled himself inside of her.
When at last sanity returned, Ran found he had collapsed on top of her. He quickly rolled over so she was sprawled out on his chest. Her eyes were closed, but when he reached up to gently brush a lock of sweaty hair off of her forehead, she opened them to smile at him. “Absolutely perfect, just as I said,” she mumbled.
“You weren’t half bad yourself,” Ran teasingly told her, before his face turned serious. He framed her face with his hands and rubbed his nose against hers, whispering, “I love you, Linnet.”
“I love you, too, Ran,” she replied. “And I really love whoever created Yu-Gi-Oh, or whatever it’s called.”
For once, Ranakhti didn’t resent the fate that had sealed him into the Cards. After all, it had been a blessing it disguise, since it had brought him Linnet.
“Don’t you agree,” Linnet mischievously asked, already seeing the answer in his loving eyes.
The Dark Magician just smiled before kissing the love of his life senseless. It was the only way to keep her quiet, it seemed.
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