"The Wolves' Den"
Title: “The Wolves’ Den”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Universe: I Kissed A Fangire…And I Liked It
Pairing: Sakomi/Satoru
Rating: R
Summary: Sakomi and Satoru make their apartment a proper den for the inter-race couple.
“Baby?” Sakomi called as she walked into the apartment she and Satoru had recently bought. “Are you here, my love?”
There was no answer and Sakomi sighed, kicking off her shoes and putting her purse on the couch. She sighed. She could smell his cologne and his rich manly scent, so she knew he was around somewhere…
She smirked softly and began to unlace her top slowly, sauntering her way towards their “love den”, the bedroom they’d fashioned for themselves, combining a mix of Fangire elegance and Wolfen rusticness. “I’m heading into the bedroom, honey…” She called, teasingly. “I do hope you’re… in the mood.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sakomi found herself grabbed and thrown against the bedroom door, Satoru’s large, muscular body pinning her to it with a fierce kiss. The kiss sent shockwaves through Sakomi’s body and she suddenly let out a soft moan before he pulled away.
“I’m a Wolfen, my love. I’m always in the mood.” He kissed her again, and Sakomi felt a thrill. Satoru thrilled and moved her in ways she never thought possible. She got a real rush out of being with him.
Sakomi slid her arms around his shoulders and let him nuzzle her cheek as he carefully unlaced the rest of her corset-style top. “That remains to be seen, pup.” She teased.
“Darling, you’re 21 now.” Satoru replied. “We’ve been together for four years. You should know by now that Wolfen, like Fangire, love to mate…”
“…. And we do it whenever or wherever we please.” She finished.
There was another kiss and only then did Sakomi notice something pressing into her… and that her beloved was running around their home in his birthday suit.
“I see you take the whenever seriously.” She quipped.
Her top came off and he made quick work of her capris. “You’ve been gone all day.”
“I had Queenly duties…. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about you all day and most of the evening, I might add…”
He nuzzled her face and inhaled her warm smell. “The moment I smell you, it drives me wild.”
Sakomi smirked at this and then skillfully, slipped out of his embrace and into their bedroom. “Well, then, baby…come and get me.”
Their bedroom was quite large, with elegant furniture, save for their bed, which was king-sized, and covered with deep gray fur covers atop black silk sheets. Satoru didn’t mind the rest of the furniture, but he insisted they compromise on the bed.
Despite her standing as Fangire royalty, Sakomi had agreed, and so, they had fur and silk. Which felt surprisingly good on naked skin….
But to Sakomi, it was more than just a bedroom, just like Satoru, to her, was more than just a Wolfen. Satoru was the only man in the world who loved her in a way her father did… not because she was Fangire royalty, but because of who she was inside.
It felt more like true love than anything she’d ever felt… and she wanted it to last forever.
…and given their life spans and the fact that both of them seemed to stop aging when they reacted maturity, it very well might.
Sakomi lay out on the bed and Satoru came to join her, the dim lighting making the shard of glass around his neck shimmer softly.
“We’re an odd match, aren’t we?” She asked as he laced their fingers together. “You and me, Wolfen royalty and a Fangire princess….”
“I bet our fathers want to rip their hair out…” Satoru mused.
“After loving you, I could never marry Taiga.” Sakomi murmured. “I love you, not him. He… he wouldn’t love me the way you do.”
“No one’s going to love you the way I do, except possibly your father, but he’s a notable exception….” Satoru kissed her lips. “Now, why don’t you just relax…” He began to place kisses all down her body and spread her legs. “…let me take care of everything…”
Sakomi realized a minute too late where he was and suddenly, he began to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, causing her to arch up and let out a cry, gripping the headboard. “Oh Gods!”
Oh Gods indeed… Satoru thought with a smirk as he brought her to orgasm in less than 10 minutes.
As she recovered, her stained glass markings came out and she slid the glasses she occasionally wore on. She had Satoru in her sights and surprisingly, she was ready for more.
As Satoru watched, eyes burning, Sakomi did a series of odd movements, before she wrapped herself up in the gray fur, hair wild, eyes wild and a smirk on her face.
She gestured him forward.
Moving faster than she gave him credit for, he pounced like a cat in waiting for a nice bit of prey.
Some hours later, they lay, tangled up in fur and silk and their own bodies, chests heaving, skin covered in fine sheens of sweat and hair.
“DAMN….” Satoru panted.
“Hell yes…” Sakomi breathed. “Satoru, you’re an animal.”
“If I ever see you in glasses again, I may not be able to control myself.”
“I feel that way about you in tight black leather pants.”
A chuckle. “So, seriously, darling. Won’t you even consider Taiga?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve had Wolfen. And once you’ve had Wolfen, you’ll never want for more, darling.”
He nipped at her and kissed her deeply. “And once you’ve had Fangire, you never go back, either…”
“´Touché, baby, touché...”
Satoru got up for a moment to get a breath of air and when he came back to their bed, his jaw fell open.
Sakomi was stretched out against the black silk and grey fur, but her stained glass markings, a dark red and black, like her red Pearlshell form, had spread out all over her body, making her appear to sparkle in the glowing light of the sunset. Her eyes gazed at him, lust and affection sparkling in the depths of the glass. Satoru’s breath hitched. Sakomi may have been a Fangire of regal bearing and standing, a mortal enemy of Wolfen, but to Satoru… she was beautiful. And his. Completely, totally and utterly his.
“Another reason you shouldn’t marry Taiga… he’ll never appreciate you the way I do.” Satoru breathed as his eyes slowly turned golden and his Wolfen markings began to glimmer across his skin, black and golden. “He could never look at you the way I do and tell you… that you are beautiful.” He began to move back towards the bed.
Sakomi’s heart began to hammer in her chest, her breath quickening. Her gaze swept over him, taking him in: his muscular body, his markings, the deep black hair, the golden eyes… the Wolfen she had come to not just lust for, but also truly love… and her heart swelled with love.
Satoru came down to the bed and kissed her deeply and Sakomi held onto him for dear life, afraid that if she let go… everything would all just be a dream.
“I love you, Romeo…” She murmured, teasingly.
“And I love you too, Juliet.” He replied softly.
“Hey… Romeo?”
“What is it, baby?”
“Wanna get married?”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Universe: I Kissed A Fangire…And I Liked It
Pairing: Sakomi/Satoru
Rating: R
Summary: Sakomi and Satoru make their apartment a proper den for the inter-race couple.
“Baby?” Sakomi called as she walked into the apartment she and Satoru had recently bought. “Are you here, my love?”
There was no answer and Sakomi sighed, kicking off her shoes and putting her purse on the couch. She sighed. She could smell his cologne and his rich manly scent, so she knew he was around somewhere…
She smirked softly and began to unlace her top slowly, sauntering her way towards their “love den”, the bedroom they’d fashioned for themselves, combining a mix of Fangire elegance and Wolfen rusticness. “I’m heading into the bedroom, honey…” She called, teasingly. “I do hope you’re… in the mood.”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sakomi found herself grabbed and thrown against the bedroom door, Satoru’s large, muscular body pinning her to it with a fierce kiss. The kiss sent shockwaves through Sakomi’s body and she suddenly let out a soft moan before he pulled away.
“I’m a Wolfen, my love. I’m always in the mood.” He kissed her again, and Sakomi felt a thrill. Satoru thrilled and moved her in ways she never thought possible. She got a real rush out of being with him.
Sakomi slid her arms around his shoulders and let him nuzzle her cheek as he carefully unlaced the rest of her corset-style top. “That remains to be seen, pup.” She teased.
“Darling, you’re 21 now.” Satoru replied. “We’ve been together for four years. You should know by now that Wolfen, like Fangire, love to mate…”
“…. And we do it whenever or wherever we please.” She finished.
There was another kiss and only then did Sakomi notice something pressing into her… and that her beloved was running around their home in his birthday suit.
“I see you take the whenever seriously.” She quipped.
Her top came off and he made quick work of her capris. “You’ve been gone all day.”
“I had Queenly duties…. But that didn’t stop me from thinking about you all day and most of the evening, I might add…”
He nuzzled her face and inhaled her warm smell. “The moment I smell you, it drives me wild.”
Sakomi smirked at this and then skillfully, slipped out of his embrace and into their bedroom. “Well, then, baby…come and get me.”
Their bedroom was quite large, with elegant furniture, save for their bed, which was king-sized, and covered with deep gray fur covers atop black silk sheets. Satoru didn’t mind the rest of the furniture, but he insisted they compromise on the bed.
Despite her standing as Fangire royalty, Sakomi had agreed, and so, they had fur and silk. Which felt surprisingly good on naked skin….
But to Sakomi, it was more than just a bedroom, just like Satoru, to her, was more than just a Wolfen. Satoru was the only man in the world who loved her in a way her father did… not because she was Fangire royalty, but because of who she was inside.
It felt more like true love than anything she’d ever felt… and she wanted it to last forever.
…and given their life spans and the fact that both of them seemed to stop aging when they reacted maturity, it very well might.
Sakomi lay out on the bed and Satoru came to join her, the dim lighting making the shard of glass around his neck shimmer softly.
“We’re an odd match, aren’t we?” She asked as he laced their fingers together. “You and me, Wolfen royalty and a Fangire princess….”
“I bet our fathers want to rip their hair out…” Satoru mused.
“After loving you, I could never marry Taiga.” Sakomi murmured. “I love you, not him. He… he wouldn’t love me the way you do.”
“No one’s going to love you the way I do, except possibly your father, but he’s a notable exception….” Satoru kissed her lips. “Now, why don’t you just relax…” He began to place kisses all down her body and spread her legs. “…let me take care of everything…”
Sakomi realized a minute too late where he was and suddenly, he began to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, causing her to arch up and let out a cry, gripping the headboard. “Oh Gods!”
Oh Gods indeed… Satoru thought with a smirk as he brought her to orgasm in less than 10 minutes.
As she recovered, her stained glass markings came out and she slid the glasses she occasionally wore on. She had Satoru in her sights and surprisingly, she was ready for more.
As Satoru watched, eyes burning, Sakomi did a series of odd movements, before she wrapped herself up in the gray fur, hair wild, eyes wild and a smirk on her face.
She gestured him forward.
Moving faster than she gave him credit for, he pounced like a cat in waiting for a nice bit of prey.
Some hours later, they lay, tangled up in fur and silk and their own bodies, chests heaving, skin covered in fine sheens of sweat and hair.
“DAMN….” Satoru panted.
“Hell yes…” Sakomi breathed. “Satoru, you’re an animal.”
“If I ever see you in glasses again, I may not be able to control myself.”
“I feel that way about you in tight black leather pants.”
A chuckle. “So, seriously, darling. Won’t you even consider Taiga?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve had Wolfen. And once you’ve had Wolfen, you’ll never want for more, darling.”
He nipped at her and kissed her deeply. “And once you’ve had Fangire, you never go back, either…”
“´Touché, baby, touché...”
Satoru got up for a moment to get a breath of air and when he came back to their bed, his jaw fell open.
Sakomi was stretched out against the black silk and grey fur, but her stained glass markings, a dark red and black, like her red Pearlshell form, had spread out all over her body, making her appear to sparkle in the glowing light of the sunset. Her eyes gazed at him, lust and affection sparkling in the depths of the glass. Satoru’s breath hitched. Sakomi may have been a Fangire of regal bearing and standing, a mortal enemy of Wolfen, but to Satoru… she was beautiful. And his. Completely, totally and utterly his.
“Another reason you shouldn’t marry Taiga… he’ll never appreciate you the way I do.” Satoru breathed as his eyes slowly turned golden and his Wolfen markings began to glimmer across his skin, black and golden. “He could never look at you the way I do and tell you… that you are beautiful.” He began to move back towards the bed.
Sakomi’s heart began to hammer in her chest, her breath quickening. Her gaze swept over him, taking him in: his muscular body, his markings, the deep black hair, the golden eyes… the Wolfen she had come to not just lust for, but also truly love… and her heart swelled with love.
Satoru came down to the bed and kissed her deeply and Sakomi held onto him for dear life, afraid that if she let go… everything would all just be a dream.
“I love you, Romeo…” She murmured, teasingly.
“And I love you too, Juliet.” He replied softly.
“Hey… Romeo?”
“What is it, baby?”
“Wanna get married?”