Chapter Three: Bonds of Love
Author's Note: This is my third submission. Even though I have received no feed back as of yet on my first submission, the volume of readers is favorable. I hope those who are reading this are enjoying the story. I am having an absolute blast writing this type of fiction; it is so deliciously wicked. I will continue to advise new readers who stumble across this chapter to read from the beginning; it makes more sense that way.
If any fans of the series are reading this, you may notice that my personal interpretation of scene and plot varies greatly from the original, as it should. I am making this version of Ergo Proxy my own. I think the destination will ultimately be the same, but I enjoy walking my own path. I do ask with whole sincerity to those who are reading this to provide feedback. I don't care if it is positive or negative; okay, that is a lie. I prefer positive feedback of course, but I enjoy constructive criticism that may improve my writing abilities or offer particular insight that I may not have noticed. I like having my ego stroked like any other man, but outside encouragement is always nice. And don't worry. My head never exceeds my shoulder capacity; I always manage to inflict enough personal criticism to deflate any excess ego that may accumulate. Just think of me as a narcissistic egoist with a glass jaw.
In this chapter I will attempt to strengthen the budding love between Re-l and Vincent. There will still be a lot of humping like Pfizer bunnies, but I hope to add an emotional foundation to all the blatant, gratuitous sex. Just remember that I am only dictating to the voices in my head and sometimes the stories are fragmented and incongruous. This is just how my poor fractured mind works; it may confuse the fuck out of you, but it makes perfect sense to me. I know that may sound selfish and just plain weird; but in the end, I am the one who has to live with what I am writing. If I'm not happy, you sure as hell are not going to be. Just try to hang on and enjoy the ride, keeping in mind to keep your arms and wits about you at all times.
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Re-l stirred in the dim light. A warm amber glow washed over her body as she lay trying to thrust of the fetters of a deep and comfortable sleep. In truth she was afraid to open her eyes. Her last conscious thoughts were one of fear and confusion. She remembered being carried swiftly from that horrible detention center in the arms of her animalistic savior. Despite her physical comfort she was afraid she would awake alone and in the dark, her protector once more fled from view. She hated being alone. It scared her more than anything; it scared her more than the darkness and the cold.
The fire chose this moment to make its self known from the hearth as it began to crackle and sputter embers as it encountered small pockets of moisture. This unfamiliar noise forced her eyes to open and her body to wake with a small start. It took a moment for her eyes to regain their focus as she forced sleep from her eyes. She was in a large bed chamber with a roaring fire in an antique fireplace and hearth at the opposite end. As her brain began to comprehend the visual signals sent via her eyes. The bed she now lay in was a large king, four-poster bed from a forgotten era. The mattress was large and comfortable; probably made from down or some other natural material that was unheard of in this most unnatural world. The sheets were soft and sensual, massaging and caressing her naked skin as she continued to indulge in their luxurious depths.
"They're made of silk Re-l." A voice startled her out of her reverie.
Here thin, delicate ears received the sound waves easily, allowing her brain to interpret both direction and proximity of the speaker. Her brain quickly sent a signal to the muscles in her neck, prompting them to rotate her head sharply to the right. Her eyes focused on the shadowy figure lying next to her in the bed. The light was bad. She was not use to the soft amber glow of firelight, it being so low on the spectrum of visual light. Her eyes strained a little as she finally recognized the voice. It was the voice of Vincent Law.
Vincent was lying on his side facing her, watching her with those intense green eyes. The firelight seemed to emanate from within the depths of his emerald vision, belying a sexual hunger for her naked body. She suddenly realized that she was completely naked, and she made a motion to pull the covers to her neck. A strong, muscular arm held her tiny wrist gently to halt her action.
"Don't!" he commanded with a wicked grin, "I'm enjoying the view."
Re-l quickly allowed the covers to drop to her waist as she felt his gaze caress her naked flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued to assess and appreciate her nubile form. Her skin began to turn a rosy color as she felt herself burning with renewed desire; a thin film of sweat soon coated her skin. Her nipples hardened and darkened into knots as she began to whimper. God! What his gaze alone did to her?!?
"Do...do you...have any idea...what the fuck...the fuck...oh God! Those eyes! Those eyes are making me so fucking hot!! What the fuck are you?! Who the fuck are you?!" She gasped as her breathing became more ragged and more labored. Fuck! She was on the verge of cumming already! His gaze continued to bear down on her slick skin watching her toned tummy rise and fall. She closed her eyes as she felt herself begin to sky rocket! She felt her right hand grasp her breast, squeezing and massaging her ample tit; her hand moved up to her nipple and began to pull and twist the hard little nub. A mixture of pain and pleasure began to attack her nervous system. She was close, oh so very...very close! Her left hand made a motion for her drenched sex. She wanted to bring herself to orgasm so very badly!
"Don't!" he barked and order.
His voice was severe enough it caused her left hand to land on her stomach with a resounding slap, mere inches above her moist snatch. Her eyes flew open at his harsh command. Her eyes were wet with need, begging him to let her finish herself off. She was on the verge of tears she was so horny! She opened her mouth to whimper in complaint, but Vincent did not allow her an opportunity. He quickly moved his body until it was over her small frame, his large muscular body commanding respect as she looked once more into those sensual emerald pools. He bent his head down and gently kissed her lips. His lips were hot and sweet; his sexual scent was bathing her mouth as his tongue sought out her own. She moved her hand behind his head pushing his mouth harder against her own, hungrily trying make him swallow her entirely. She began to buck her hips, hoping to find something, anything to grind her engorged sex upon; anything to relieve this burning desire that had engulfed her loins. She felt him chuckle softly in her mouth and then he pulled apart from her lips, her breath returned in gasps as their vacuum was broken.
"I know you are in need little one. But you are not in control tonight...I am. And I tell you that you may not touch yourself, until I say so. It is my prerogative to bring pleasure to you tonight. This is the first time I can knowingly make love to you in this form. And I intend to collect your pleasure in full tonight. I don't want to leave you in agony...just yet anyway...so I will bring you off once, just to take the edge off."
With these words, Re-l watched Vincent slowly move south towards her heavenly quim. But Vincent was taking his own sweet time in worshiping his goddess. He kissed her lips once, sweetly and gently. It was the tenderest and most loving kiss anyone could ever have placed on her lips; in that one simple kiss she felt his hunger...his desire...and his love for her. It was the most beautiful act she could ever imagine; a lifetime of emotions and desire delivered in this most basic show of affection. Her heart swelled with a burning desire to stay with this man...this beast...this wonderful creature always. She instantly felt a world of connection as a new understanding washed over her. Tears began to touch at her eyes. The last shreds of coldness and distance were removed once and forever from her being. This wonderful man was replacing so many years of repressed hatred and anger at the world in which she lived; replacing it with an undying love for him...and for him alone.
She was crying now, crying with a hunger to feel him take her and make her his once more, "Vincent! Vincent! My God! Please make me cum! I need this so very, very badly! I need your tongue...I need your cock...I fucking need you!"
Finally Vincent's mouth was positioned over her pussy. Her lips were making the most obscene noises as she leaked girly cum all over the silk sheets. He watched her sex intently, amazed at how her outer lips seemed to open and close involuntarily with each breath; enticing and inviting him to partake of her womanly fruits. He lowered his head slowly, inching his mouth lower until it was practically touching. He breathed a heavily onto her clitoris, sending a visible shiver through her body. She continued to whimper and look at him longingly, begging him with her eyes to finally give her what she desperately wanted.