the final fantasy anonymous kink meme

[shanaqui]

I have made this post public again despite leaving LJ to allow people to save their own fics, etc.

Since this kind of thing seems to be spreading LJ-wide, I thought it was time we had one. ;) The original, I believe, is the Bleach Kink Meme, and there's a master list of others here. ;)

So...
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The Absence of Pleasure [2]

[anonymous]

Finally, her left hand fell limp at her side. Her strength was draining, leaving only her willpower to continue the battle. Vayne gave the sword one last solid swivel and jerk, and her right arm released its hold on him, collapsing to the ground. Without any further distraction, he smirked into Ashe’s lips and stripped away the last of her clothing and armor.

He traced hard, hungry kisses along the wound in her cheek. Ashe, panting for breath, sucked air in in harsh gasps and whistles, the pressure of his lips exacting further anguish. She writhed beneath him, willing her arms to move, but even her legs lay immobile. His lips continued downward, and his hands quit roaming her body. She wondered why, for a moment, and then saw him removing his own clothing.

“You sick bastard!” She screamed bloody murder. Every last nerve of her body wanted to shear the sword from her shoulder and thrust it into his throat. Unfortunately, she felt not even the tiniest of sensations in her fingers, and her arms and legs were dead weight. Even her head felt light, but she struggled to stay conscious. “If you even think of -”

A hand flew across her face, palm landing squarely on her torn cheek. The sliver of scarlet pounded, drumming sharp pain into her skull. Ashe gasped, swallowing the blood in her mouth and trying to sort out the stars in her vision.

“Do you think at a time like this I could think of nothing else, princess?” Vayne asked, the last word dripping with taunting malice. Before she could protest, his mouth was over hers again, tongue eagerly dominating her own. A knee slipped between her thighs, separating her legs, and the feeling of his bare skin against hers sent a cool rush through her.

She thrashed, limbs useless and heavy. Funny thing, that. She’d guessed that with all that blood missing, they’d be lighter. Ashe shook the useless thought from her head, fighting herself to stay awake. This wasn’t the end. She could figure a way out of this. And when she did, she would take the hilt of his sword firmly by the land and lodge it right between his eyes. This was not the end, it was merely an -

Pain rippled along her spine as Vayne drove inside her. She bit down on his tongue and he pulled away swearing, but kept pumping in and out of her. The rhythm shook her body, sending new waves of agony flowing from her wounds. The feeling of sex itself was strange and alien, as she hadn’t bedded any man since Rasler. She also hadn’t wanted to, and this did nothing to change that.

She tilted her head back, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to ignore the horrible moment. Vayne’s kisses went to her throat, tongue sliding over dried and fresh blood. His teeth buried themselves in her flesh and she bit back a shriek. Her body felt like lead, laden with pain and numbness alike. Finally, the loss of blood began affecting her brain. She didn’t fight it anymore, thinking unconsciousness would be a saving grace.

Vayne would have none of it, however. Unexpectedly, the sword gnawed downwards and Ashe howled, blurry vision becoming sharp again. Her mind cleared for a moment, and she realized sleep was a very bad idea, especially considering she might never wake up. Vayne’s violation of her body was unbearable, but it only intensified the succulence of slaughtering him.

Vayne’s teeth dug into her skin, deeper than ever before. Ashe hissed, sweat dripping from her body and into her cuts. With a shudder, Vayne came inside her, simultaneously grasping the sword and riving it wickedly from her shoulder. She screamed one last time, consumed by pain. Despite the acidic pangs gushing through her, she was more than happy to have Vayne and his sword free of her flesh.

Without a word he stood and dressed, slipping his bloodied blade into its sheath. Ashe said nothing, merely leaning against the wall, too exhausted to move.

“I’ll send a healer down,” Vayne told her stately, as if nothing had happened. “He’ll mend a few of your wounds and send you off.”

Her eyebrows perked wearily.