#5- Impossible to Replicate- Ivy/Raphael- Soul Calibur
Pairing/Fandom: Ivy/Raphael, Soul Calibur
Theme: #5, The Harem, or "When in Rome..."
Title: Impossible to Replicate
Author: dangerousdame
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Summary: Raphael liked to name his girls after the women he faced on the battlefield.
Warnings: Non-con, bondage, implications of underage sex, and Raphael generally being a sick, sadistic bastard.
Author's Note: Rather on the short side.
It amused him to dress and name his girls after the women he'd faced on the battlefield. He collected his women from among the peasants of the nearby village or the servant girls who came seeking work. Some let him collar and bed them willingly and some less so, but he took them all the same. When he lost the trail of Soul Calibur or relaxed after a fight, he would entertain himself by shaping their appearance and wills to suit the adversary they represented.
Seong Mi-na he would dress in a red skirt and nothing else, and when he would make her dance for him, her face would turn as red as the cloth. Sophitia he would keep chained between use under a stain glass window in the shape of a cross (it meant nothing to the slave girl, but would have humiliated and infuriated the real priestess.) The girl he called Taki was as acrobatic as her namesake, joining him of her own free will and bending however he wanted. He would order Xianghua to use her mouth as payback for all the times the real girl's taunts had irritated him. Cassandra he would spend hours on, hurting and pleasuring over and over until his rage with her had subsided. Talim was not one he would use himself, but a pretty child he had given as a gift to Amy; what Amy did with her, he did not know. Tira was only there to be beaten and whipped, as he'd longed to do to the cocky assassin so many times. Hilde was a redhead who continued to fight him no matter how many times he took her, which aroused him greatly. And Ivy, his favorite except for dear Amy herself, was a courtesan he kept for the nights when he wanted to be the one abused, with her riding crop and high boots.
Of course, right now the real Ivy was standing in front of him, her sword pointed directly at his throat, so he didn't have much time to think about her counterpart. Beside the real Valentine woman, any imitation failed by miles, her stern voice and long legs impossible to replicate.
"You," said Ivy as she looked around at the women, "are one sick bastard. I hope you know that."
Theme: #5, The Harem, or "When in Rome..."
Title: Impossible to Replicate
Author: dangerousdame
Disclaimer: I still own nothing.
Summary: Raphael liked to name his girls after the women he faced on the battlefield.
Warnings: Non-con, bondage, implications of underage sex, and Raphael generally being a sick, sadistic bastard.
Author's Note: Rather on the short side.
It amused him to dress and name his girls after the women he'd faced on the battlefield. He collected his women from among the peasants of the nearby village or the servant girls who came seeking work. Some let him collar and bed them willingly and some less so, but he took them all the same. When he lost the trail of Soul Calibur or relaxed after a fight, he would entertain himself by shaping their appearance and wills to suit the adversary they represented.
Seong Mi-na he would dress in a red skirt and nothing else, and when he would make her dance for him, her face would turn as red as the cloth. Sophitia he would keep chained between use under a stain glass window in the shape of a cross (it meant nothing to the slave girl, but would have humiliated and infuriated the real priestess.) The girl he called Taki was as acrobatic as her namesake, joining him of her own free will and bending however he wanted. He would order Xianghua to use her mouth as payback for all the times the real girl's taunts had irritated him. Cassandra he would spend hours on, hurting and pleasuring over and over until his rage with her had subsided. Talim was not one he would use himself, but a pretty child he had given as a gift to Amy; what Amy did with her, he did not know. Tira was only there to be beaten and whipped, as he'd longed to do to the cocky assassin so many times. Hilde was a redhead who continued to fight him no matter how many times he took her, which aroused him greatly. And Ivy, his favorite except for dear Amy herself, was a courtesan he kept for the nights when he wanted to be the one abused, with her riding crop and high boots.
Of course, right now the real Ivy was standing in front of him, her sword pointed directly at his throat, so he didn't have much time to think about her counterpart. Beside the real Valentine woman, any imitation failed by miles, her stern voice and long legs impossible to replicate.
"You," said Ivy as she looked around at the women, "are one sick bastard. I hope you know that."