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Touch	By : Feedererde Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 6721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not make profit/money from this bit of fun. I do not own YuGiOh! It does however belong to Kazuki Takahashi & Co.

Chapter List
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- 3-Chapter 3
- 4-Chapter 4
- 5-chapter 5
- 6-Chapter 6
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She clawed at the sheets as the orgasm tore through her body, her mouth open in a now silent scream.

When the spasms and last shivers passed she slumped boneless back into her bed.

Her now visible lover only ran his hands soothingly up and down her thighs waiting for her to regain her senses and notice him.

Her half lidded eyes took him in, confusion churning deep inside her. What was the pharaoh doing here? In her time? In her bed?

"Atem?" Her voice was husky because of her screaming, and it made him shudder.

"Anzu." His was gruff with restrained desire, and the smile that had greeted her when she had tumbled into nirvana was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a strain sharpened his features, and his eyes had turned red from longing.

"How?" It was a breathless gasp that escaped her, for he had trailed his hands up her body and tangled his fingers in her hair.

"It matters not, at least not right now. Do you trust me?" His voice was hoarse, but his eyes were pleading and she couldn't help but inwardly snort. She had just allowed him, without knowing it was it, to take her tithe brink of insanity and push her down. What kind of question was that?

Unfortunately, her body had not yet caught up with her mind and nothing more than a nod was the approval she gave.

"Good." It was a dark hiss, and it made her completely wet for him. Good god, he was beautiful.

He was dressed in his pharaoh robes, the millennium puzzle hanging from his neck alongside other leather cords. His arms held a variety of gold bracelets, but he was missing his cape.

Tanned, lean and strong he kneeled between her spread legs and the thought brought a heavy blush to her body that traveled from the tops of her breasts to her cheeks.

It amused him that her shyness that never accompanied her into her daily life made her a stuttering mess beneath him. He adored it, desired it as much as he desired her.

"Tell me, hayati, who did you fantasize touching you?" His hands tightened their grip on her hair, and slowly tilted her head back. "Was it one of our friends? Yugi, maybe?" He lowered his head to her throat and there allowed his tongue to trail a path up to her jaw, the heat searing her.

She shook her head gasping, and arched her back pleading for more than just that sole teasing touch.

"Atem." He grinned wickedly against her cheek; there he placed a chaste kiss.

"Tristan, or maybe Joey?" His mouth had traveled to her ear where he nipped the top causing her to squirm. One of his hands traveled down, where it found purchase on her thigh, and slid it up to curl at his hip.

With the hand that held her still and completely wrapped around him, he slid her up his body pressing her soaked panty clad core against his hard stomach. His warmth made her clench her eyes shut and bite her abused lower lip.

A dark chuckle spilled from his sinful mouth, and then his lips were on hers coaxing her own open. Suckling her lower lip into his mouth, he slipped his tongue inside her delicious cavern and explored. He tangled theirs tongues, and kissed her almost savagely. Almost fucking her mouth with his.

Ripping his mouth away, he watched her with eyes of spilled crimson. "No? Who then? Tell me Anzu? Who did you imagine touching every inch of your delicious body?"

Anzu could not answer, her mind spinning and thoughts in a haze.

Abruptly he pulled away, where her core had writhed on his stomach, where his hands had played her like chords now nothing but empty air. He was leaning away from her, a light like madness in his eyes.

She thought he would disappear, and whimpering she reached for him. Oh, she felt weak, what kind of independent 21st century girl was she? But, it was Atem, she knew that for him she'd willingly become a slave.

Atem, did not disappear, instead he tugged one of the hands that had a death grip on her sheets down to her parted legs. There he placed her hand, manipulating her fingers with her own, touching her dripping core.

She sobbed, her belly clenching at the touch. It was heady, the feeling of not being able to control her own body, to have him controlling her each and every way he wanted to control her.

Then his fingers where gone and only hers were left inside her.

Confused, yet wanting she looked at him, searching for answers. He only smirked and reached up with the hand that had been touching her to stroke her cheek.

"If you will not tell me, then you will have to bring yourself to the brink and imagine whichever person you had imagined touching you. I will simply watch."

She frantically shook her head needing his touch, opening her mouth to tell him she saw the narrowing and command in his eyes.

"Touch yourself."

Unable to help herself or the dark command in his voice, she did as told. Remembering his fingers inside her, she stroked herself to the memory. The heat in his eyes made it much more erotic, and then she saw his hand move towards his body, where he pressed it against the bulge clearly visible from his cream colored robes.

With that image she circled her clit and dipped her fingers deep inside her, her mouth falling open in a soundless cry.

His jaw muscles jumped as he ground his teeth together holding himself back from just taking her ruthlessly. His hand stroked up and down his length at the wanton scene presented to him.

Her pussy was pink and glistening, and the flashes of her fingers beneath her panties and moving inside her made him painfully hard.

Her pink tongue came out, and she licked her lower lip drawing it inside her mouth to hold the whimpers that escaped wantonly at her own touch and the look in his eyes.

The movement had his attention drawn to her delicious mouth, and Ra, fisting himself tightly was all he could do to keep from ripping her panties off and burying himself in her.

Still, jealousy burned in his heart and held him back from doing more than watching her. He ran his thumb over his weeping head, and his stomach seizure at the sensation, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the pleasure.

Anzu watched him with an open mouth, closing her eyes she thrust her fingers deeply and puckered her lips thinking of what he would taste like if she were to take him in her mouth and taste him.

Opening her eyes, she watched as he licked his lower lip and this caused her arousal to spike and an orgasm to come crashing down on her. Screaming the name of the only one she ever fantasized about when she closed her eyes.

"Atem!"

He saw the way her belly spasmed, how her eyes dilated before they closed, he watched pleasure seep into her features and heard her scream his name as once again ecstasy slammed into her and made her come.

He knew with a certainty she had thought of him, and solely him.

Ashamed that she had reacted in such a lustful way, Anzu still trembling with the aftershock of another incredible orgasm drew herself into a curled position.

"Hayati, why do you cry? This pleasure is all I ever wanted for you." His eyes had softened at her embarrassment and he ran the tips of his fingers through her chocolate locks, calming her crying figure. "All I will ever want from you is your pleasure, your happiness. Do not doubt that, you were magnificent."

He took her chin in his hand, and caressed her damp cheeks coaxing her out of her fetal position and spreading her gently against her rumpled sheets.

Stroking her bangs away from her sweat slicked forehead, he leaned down and sweetly kissed her as he had been longing to do for a long time.

"How are you here?" Her voice was soft and tired, her exhaustion catching up after so many weeks of the unknown.

"I needed to see you, but I couldn't help myself." He smiled at her as his fingers traveled to her belly and stroked there. "To touch you is all that I have desired since we met, that I am part of the afterlife makes it difficult for me, but there are ways to keep you from leaving me."

He confused her, but she knew what he wanted. For a pharaoh things came easy, everything you could possibly want was yours. He coveted her, but being dead made it difficult. It seemed he had found a way to be here with her somehow, and she was not going to turn him away.

She raised a hand and stroked his cheek, leaning into the touch Atem kept trailing his hand over her body.

Tender red eyes gazed into sapphire, and what Anzu saw there took all of her fears away. Love, passionate and all consuming, swam in his gaze and Anzu knew that hers answered the same.

Although still shy she wanted, and she was all too willing to have him in her arms again. That's why as Atem continued to caress her, she trailed her hands from his well-defined stomach to his manhood, where she made him scoot backwards so she could straddle his legs and control him better.

Atem groaned at her touch, he clenched his jaw to resist forcibly splaying her on her bed.

She was tentative, running from the shaft to the curve of the tip, her thumb catching the fluids leaking from the opening and then dragging it down to his balls where she fondled him and caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

Curious as before she lowered her head, and keeping her eyes on his reaction (he was still with his eyes closed) she licked his tip and then sucked it inside her mouth, where she released him as he jerked in both surprise and ecstasy.

His hand tangled in her hair and gently pulled drawing her back.

"I can't, I won't wait anymore." With those words he took her with a swift jerk of his hips.

He was there in her arms, and her heart was about to burst.

"I missed you, so much." She gasped against his ear, and he groaned as he took her slowly but completely. With a particular hard thrust her nails dug into his back and raked upwards, making him go wild on top of her.

She threw her head back, and because she had been sensitized from earlier touches her orgasm washed over her in a blinding light, leaving her seeing stars. As she clenched around him he snarled and with a few uncontrolled thrusts into her, he came whispering her name against her neck where he had hidden his face.

They laid there catching their breath, when he rolled over he pulled her into his arms and she placed her ear over his heart.

She didn't know for how long he would stay, what had just happened or why. But he was there, and she loved him so much. So, she would wait, like she had done for so long until he opened up and told her the truth.

Since, she knew after all, Atem never did anything without having a good reason for it. Somehow, she knew the reason was her. All she had to do was believe in him and what his touches whispered to her.

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Hayati: My life.

As a side note, I wanted to speak about the ending of the story. For many waiting for a love confession from Atem, I really was not planning on writing any, and I didn't (go figure!). I just really wanted to let Atem be as ambiguous as he's always been. I didn't want a real closing, because then it would sound like a happy ending and if you really think about it, a happy beginning is so much better. They would still have problems, of course, the act of Ankhing is not a complete solution (for it only gives her a connection to Atem- it does not make her actually immortal) it will only ensure that she will end in the same afterlife as Atem and not one design for her "time". Well, it's complicated, and this was just a short PWP (kind of). I just hope you have and will continue to enjoy this story.

I get that many people do not read this, but to those that do, well now you know my reasoning.
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