"Basic Instinct"
Title: “Basic Instinct”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Universe: I Kissed A Fangire…: You Can’t Fight The Moonlight
Pairing: Sakomi/Satoru
Rating: R
Summary: Sakomi tried to cope with her new Wolfen-Fangire instincts without Satoru’s aid… but it’s not long before she needs him…
Sakomi was nearing the end of her rope. She’d been Fangire-Wolfen for a week and the new instincts were driving her crazy. They simply refused to be ignored or denied and to make it worse; Satoru was not around to help her figure things out. More than ever, and in more ways than one, Sakomi needed him… desperately.
But of all the new instincts, the one that proved the hardest to ignore was the drive to mate. She knew it was just her Fangire sex drive combining with a Wolfen’s drive to mate; her body getting used to everything. However, that knowledge only seemed to make the aches grow stronger, the instincts telling her to search out a mate to relieve her.
The problem was… she had no idea where Satoru was and she refused to settle for anything less than him.
So, she suffered until she picked up his smell.
And suffering through it was almost unbearable to the point she forced herself to stay locked in her apartment, desperately trying to find relief through self-pleasure. She was sweaty, she couldn’t sleep and she was horny and starving as not only did she not have her mate to relieve her, he also hadn’t’ taught her how to hunt yet.
She cursed her new Wolfen instincts, as she lay naked in bed one incredibly hot morning, still starving. “I should have fucking stayed a fucking Fangire.” She moaned, sweaty and trying to orgasm by way of her fingers. “At least if I was still the Pearlshell, I would have gotten a human, drained them dry and been full for a week. Oh no, I had to become one with Satoru… oh what the fuck was I thinking?” She moaned. “Oh Gods, I can’t take this anymore!”
Satoru was almost overwhelmed the moment he entered the apartment. First of all, the air conditioning was at full blast, which momentarily blocked his sense of smell. And then, once he adjusted, he almost passed out.
Sakomi, by the intensity of her scent, was in heat and it was in such an intense way that her smell was pretty much in everything in the entire apartment. She had been desperately trying to relieve herself, but Satoru knew her body wouldn’t let her and that her instincts would insist upon finding a mate to pleasure her.
And knowing Sakomi, she would never settle for anything less than her mate.
Satoru was just about to go into their bedroom when Sakomi, naked and sweaty, suddenly appeared in the doorway of the living room.
“So… you’re back.” She spat, irritated.
“My father and I had our annual retreat, that’s all.”
“You should have shown me how to feed before you left me for a week.”
“I wasn’t sure if you could feed the Wolfen way.”
“Bullshit.” Sakomi stalked towards him, every bit the predator she’d always been. “Satoru, if I wasn’t so god dammed hot for you, I’d have told you to get the fuck out of my apartment.”
“I’ll leave then.” Satoru turned to leave, knowing full well by the way she smelled, she had no intentions of letting him get far.
Suddenly, he found himself tackled to the ground and she was tearing his clothes off with a fever he wasn’t sure she’d possessed. “The fuck you are. First we’re going to fuck and then you’re going to feed me.”
Satoru nodded. “Yes, Mistress…” He teased.
Their lovemaking was wild with passion, all the energy Sakomi had stored up coming out in a rush as Satoru took his mate to new heights of pleasure, making her remember why she chose him as her own.
Despite her anger and frustration, Sakomi found she couldn’t stay mad at Satoru for long. Her mind simply wouldn’t let her. In fact, as they made love (and subsequently destroyed their couch in the process), Sakomi forgot why she had been so upset in the first place.
Turning Sakomi, claiming her as his own had seemed to intensify the intimacy between them, something Satoru was pleased to discover. Every touch, every kiss, every single nuance seemed to be more pleasurable than before.
It had especially amplified their lust and craving for one another, which Satoru thought would fade once the forbidden aspect of it was gone, but if anything, Sakomi craved him more than ever… and Satoru was all too happy to oblige.
Their lovemaking managed to last well into the next few days as they “christened” every surface of their apartment they could, managing to destroy furniture, sheets, clothes and even bathroom tiles in their quest for satisfaction.
By the fourth day, they both needed a break and they lay in what was left of their bed, surrounded by shredded sheets and pillows, down feathers everywhere.
“Are you all right?” Sakomi’s chest heaved.
“Are we finally satisfied?” Satoru asked.
“I think so.”
“Good. I need a break. Woman, loving you is like loving the woman who wrote the Kama Sutra!”
“Please. I think we one-upped that book.” Sakomi looked around. “…and destroyed our bedroom in the process.”
“It was worth it. I never should have left my mate alone. I should have known that you needed me.”
She turned over on her side to look at him. “So, you did choose me for your own.”
“Who else would I have chosen?” Satoru asked, looking at her. “You are the only woman I could ever love besides my mother. I gave you my fang, remember? Wolfen only give their fangs to their intended mates. It’s a sign of love.” He kissed her softly and Sakomi melted.
“Oh, Satoru…” She breathed.
He nuzzled her. “I know everything’s overwhelming you now, but don’t worry… you’ll get used to it.” He laced their fingers together before kissing each nail. “I feel like this has made us closer than ever… the Wolfen instincts, the smell… the fact that I know you’re mine…”
Sakomi kissed him again and then curled up into his arms. “And I’m yours.” The idea warmed her. And there is no one else I would rather belong to. All I want, Satoru… is you. You have given me everything a girl could hope for.”
Satoru nuzzled her affectionately and they cuddled together, the instinct to mate taking a back burner to their desire to just be.
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Universe: I Kissed A Fangire…: You Can’t Fight The Moonlight
Pairing: Sakomi/Satoru
Rating: R
Summary: Sakomi tried to cope with her new Wolfen-Fangire instincts without Satoru’s aid… but it’s not long before she needs him…
Sakomi was nearing the end of her rope. She’d been Fangire-Wolfen for a week and the new instincts were driving her crazy. They simply refused to be ignored or denied and to make it worse; Satoru was not around to help her figure things out. More than ever, and in more ways than one, Sakomi needed him… desperately.
But of all the new instincts, the one that proved the hardest to ignore was the drive to mate. She knew it was just her Fangire sex drive combining with a Wolfen’s drive to mate; her body getting used to everything. However, that knowledge only seemed to make the aches grow stronger, the instincts telling her to search out a mate to relieve her.
The problem was… she had no idea where Satoru was and she refused to settle for anything less than him.
So, she suffered until she picked up his smell.
And suffering through it was almost unbearable to the point she forced herself to stay locked in her apartment, desperately trying to find relief through self-pleasure. She was sweaty, she couldn’t sleep and she was horny and starving as not only did she not have her mate to relieve her, he also hadn’t’ taught her how to hunt yet.
She cursed her new Wolfen instincts, as she lay naked in bed one incredibly hot morning, still starving. “I should have fucking stayed a fucking Fangire.” She moaned, sweaty and trying to orgasm by way of her fingers. “At least if I was still the Pearlshell, I would have gotten a human, drained them dry and been full for a week. Oh no, I had to become one with Satoru… oh what the fuck was I thinking?” She moaned. “Oh Gods, I can’t take this anymore!”
Satoru was almost overwhelmed the moment he entered the apartment. First of all, the air conditioning was at full blast, which momentarily blocked his sense of smell. And then, once he adjusted, he almost passed out.
Sakomi, by the intensity of her scent, was in heat and it was in such an intense way that her smell was pretty much in everything in the entire apartment. She had been desperately trying to relieve herself, but Satoru knew her body wouldn’t let her and that her instincts would insist upon finding a mate to pleasure her.
And knowing Sakomi, she would never settle for anything less than her mate.
Satoru was just about to go into their bedroom when Sakomi, naked and sweaty, suddenly appeared in the doorway of the living room.
“So… you’re back.” She spat, irritated.
“My father and I had our annual retreat, that’s all.”
“You should have shown me how to feed before you left me for a week.”
“I wasn’t sure if you could feed the Wolfen way.”
“Bullshit.” Sakomi stalked towards him, every bit the predator she’d always been. “Satoru, if I wasn’t so god dammed hot for you, I’d have told you to get the fuck out of my apartment.”
“I’ll leave then.” Satoru turned to leave, knowing full well by the way she smelled, she had no intentions of letting him get far.
Suddenly, he found himself tackled to the ground and she was tearing his clothes off with a fever he wasn’t sure she’d possessed. “The fuck you are. First we’re going to fuck and then you’re going to feed me.”
Satoru nodded. “Yes, Mistress…” He teased.
Their lovemaking was wild with passion, all the energy Sakomi had stored up coming out in a rush as Satoru took his mate to new heights of pleasure, making her remember why she chose him as her own.
Despite her anger and frustration, Sakomi found she couldn’t stay mad at Satoru for long. Her mind simply wouldn’t let her. In fact, as they made love (and subsequently destroyed their couch in the process), Sakomi forgot why she had been so upset in the first place.
Turning Sakomi, claiming her as his own had seemed to intensify the intimacy between them, something Satoru was pleased to discover. Every touch, every kiss, every single nuance seemed to be more pleasurable than before.
It had especially amplified their lust and craving for one another, which Satoru thought would fade once the forbidden aspect of it was gone, but if anything, Sakomi craved him more than ever… and Satoru was all too happy to oblige.
Their lovemaking managed to last well into the next few days as they “christened” every surface of their apartment they could, managing to destroy furniture, sheets, clothes and even bathroom tiles in their quest for satisfaction.
By the fourth day, they both needed a break and they lay in what was left of their bed, surrounded by shredded sheets and pillows, down feathers everywhere.
“Are you all right?” Sakomi’s chest heaved.
“Are we finally satisfied?” Satoru asked.
“I think so.”
“Good. I need a break. Woman, loving you is like loving the woman who wrote the Kama Sutra!”
“Please. I think we one-upped that book.” Sakomi looked around. “…and destroyed our bedroom in the process.”
“It was worth it. I never should have left my mate alone. I should have known that you needed me.”
She turned over on her side to look at him. “So, you did choose me for your own.”
“Who else would I have chosen?” Satoru asked, looking at her. “You are the only woman I could ever love besides my mother. I gave you my fang, remember? Wolfen only give their fangs to their intended mates. It’s a sign of love.” He kissed her softly and Sakomi melted.
“Oh, Satoru…” She breathed.
He nuzzled her. “I know everything’s overwhelming you now, but don’t worry… you’ll get used to it.” He laced their fingers together before kissing each nail. “I feel like this has made us closer than ever… the Wolfen instincts, the smell… the fact that I know you’re mine…”
Sakomi kissed him again and then curled up into his arms. “And I’m yours.” The idea warmed her. And there is no one else I would rather belong to. All I want, Satoru… is you. You have given me everything a girl could hope for.”
Satoru nuzzled her affectionately and they cuddled together, the instinct to mate taking a back burner to their desire to just be.