This is my first erotic story. I hope it’s not too terrible, heh. I have a bit of an obsession with Iori from King Of Fighters at the moment, so I implemented him into this. I might continue this story line. Let me know what you think!
Running through the expanses, Sari had no idea where she was, or where she was going. Rain stung her face as it pelted down from the sky. Then she felt pain. She was on the ground. Looking up… she gasped.
It was Iori. The man she’d been told about by the crazy old woman. There was no mistaking his long hair, blood red and raven black in colour, his cold, red eyes. His stooping stance and the calm way he held his muscular body, even as he recovered from being slammed in to. He was a fighter; he lived to kill. The sneer on his lips chilled her as he grabbed her arm and roughly dragged her back on her feet.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snapped. “You insolent child.”
“I’m sorry… I was… being pursued.” She gulped.
“I’m going to teach you some manners.” The smile he gave her made her want to scream. She was terrified. She didn’t want to be a mere drop of blood in a torrent that he had spilled. But he had her. She couldn’t run.
He threw her over his shoulder and strode off. No one would know what had happened. The rain would cover their tracks and no one was outside to see what he had done. He had kidnapped a Princess.
Sari woke up a few hours later in pitch dark. She felt around and realised she was naked. Iori’s face flashed into her mind and she realised she was tingling all over.
"I cannot possibly have… feelings for that… thing?" she thought. "He stole me from my hometown! He’s a monster! He… he’s a beautiful monster."
She was disgusted with herself. But she could feel her hands sweeping over her breasts as she thought of him. He was indeed beautiful. Something about him made her want to caress him, to lay against his bare chest. She wanted her kidnapper. She needed to have him. She grabbed the pelt she had been laying on and wrapped it around herself. Standing up, she left her small room and found his sleeping quarters a mere 10 steps away. She could see his outline from moonlight that was shining through a window his room had. Her heart froze as she saw his chest rising and falling. Tingling in her stomach and below decided her and she walked in and over to him.
“Iori?” Sari whispered. She was shaking from the cold, her nipples growing hard beneath the pelt she had clenched around her.
“What?” His cold, deep voice wasn’t as sharp as usual.
She made sure that she was next to him in the dark and pretended to fall. “Oh no. I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy.” She pretended to gather the pelt around her in an embarrassed way… but to her surprise a muscular hand was on her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She felt her cheeks burning. “Yes. I’m a fool. I am sorry Iori.”