Martina has her way with Lina.
A lemon fanfic by RVincent
Rob.Vincent@gmail.com
Okay, this fanfic takes place in Slayers NEXT, after
Martina fell for Xelloss but before she found out he was a Mozouku [Hope I
didn’t spoil that for anyone...]. I would place this one right before
the episode where they find the Claire bible manuscript that was comprised
of trillions of stone tablets with Auntie Aqua. This fanfic contains
adults only material including non-consensual sex, bondage, water sports,
and girl on girl action. If this offends you stop reading! Don’t read
this then go, “Wow, I’m offended, I better complain to the author
now...” Also, if you are currently under eighteen years of age stop
reading now and hit the back button on your browser or close you text
viewing application, whatever applies to you. Finally though, enjoy, this
was written for reading after all.
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Already the tension in the air was reestablished. Silence,
then a series of quick attacks and withdraws, both participants
occasionally stopping to re-gather their resolve. They were similarly
matched, possessing identical weapons. But when the stakes were this high
there really was no time to waste and the combatants would have made
nearly any weapon work in this pinch. Finally though Lina swung in with a
precision timed attack, aiming her fork for Gourry’s face. In
desperation he pushed away from the medium circular table and lost his
balance in the chair, starting to teeter and fall backwards. Seeing this
Lina was immediately poised to descend on the remnants of a roast, the
only thing left on the table.
However she had underestimated Gourry. As he fell he rolled to the side
and out of his chair, and in mid-air, before he struck the ground, he
firmly grabbed back of the chair and continued his roll, using his
momentum to strike out with the chair. The metal tipped legs rended the
air as they were brought around in a tight arc in an attempt to connect
with Lina’s skull. Gourry let loose the now ballistic chair just before
the momentum would have brought its arc to a maximum, which caused the
chair to bullet straight toward Lina’s face.
Lina may have not been paying attention to Gourry, but she was almost
never off guard. She looked up and her eyes widened to unbelievable
proportions as she saw the chair less then a foot from her face. Instinct
was the only way to justify the speed of her reaction, bringing her hands
up to block quick as possible, a spell already forming in her mind and her
lungs starting to force out air to form words, “Burst...” Then the
chair connected, just as Gourry hit the floor. Lina reeled back, the
impact ripping at her consciousness, but her spell was already there, she
let out a gargle that might have almost sounded like ‘Flare’ but in
all likely hood only sounded like that because that was the logical
conclusion to the spell.
A large blast of fire exploded from Lina’s hands and followed a
trajectory that brought it directly into the ceiling. Meanwhile her
completely limp body was carried by her momentum back and away from the
danger zone that was directly below where the debris were falling from the
ceiling. She landed roughly on the polished wooden floor and tumbled into
a nearby table, tossing chairs everywhere and letting out a pained cry.
Meanwhile Gourry had pushed himself to his feet and was looking between
the falling ceiling and the food left on the table with a severity that
made it seem his head might explode. Finally his eyes focused past the
splintered wood on the table, remnants of the chair that had struck Lina,
and settled on the food. With a cry of triumph he grabbed up the last of
the meal, a smile coming to his face just as an exceptionally large timber
at least a foot and a half in diameter struck him solidly in the head,
knocking him into and through the table to the ground where he was
expediently covered with the remaining roofing debris.
Two tables over Zelgadiss and Amelia just shook their heads, they got up
and started walking, Zelgadiss toward Gourry, Amelia toward Lina. Just a
little further away though Martina and Xelloss shared a short laugh
together. Martina relaxed a bit after the laugh and reached to the side,
putting her hand over Xelloss’. She smiled a bit meeting Xelloss’
eyes, “It’s so great that we find the same things amusing Master
Xelloss...” Xelloss smiled back at her and waved his finger in the air
back and fourth, “It appears that’s sometimes true.” Martina sighed
and scooted her chair closer to her companion, letting her body lean
against him, watching him as he drank his tea. Xelloss for his part did
not seem to mind at all, if anything he looked to be enjoying the company.
The two of them sat there for a while watching Zelgadiss and Amelia both
work to uncover Gourry, with Lina standing off to the side fuming, a huge
red mark distinctly in the squared off shape of a chair leg, large on the
side of her face. Martina took her eyes off the scene before her and
turned her head up to look at Xelloss, “Do you ever think I’ll be
better then Lina?” She asked in all sincerity, a bit of despair suddenly
reverberating though her vocal cords.
Xelloss felt it, to him like a mythical twelfth sense. He could tell at
this moment. Whatever he said next. Would have a very large impact on
future events. The chaos in him swirled and he concentrated, trying to
figure out the best plan of action. Slowly he sat down his coffee and
looked at Martina, opening his eyes fully, he understood now. Their eyes
met, Martina overwhelmed at their depth, she sat silently, waiting
hopefully for whatever he said next.
“I’m sorry Martina, but I doubt you’ll ever be half the sorceress
Lina is....” Slowly Martina’s face contorted, her lips pulled down at
the edges, trembling, and her eyes started to water. She looked away,
downcast, but Xelloss grabbed her chin and pulled her head so she was
looking at him again, his eyes still completely open, “...but... I know
you can think of other ways to show her up...” Martina sniffled a bit
but started to look more hopeful, hey eyes opening a bit wider she
ventured to speak again, “...really..?” She said in a squeaky-sad
voice. Xelloss smiled back, “Of course, you don’t have to be better
then her, to.... humiliate her.” Xelloss finished, allowing his eyes to
close back to their normal slittled level and settling into an evil grin.
Martina in turn started a slight evil smile, the tears now drying on her
face as her mind went to work on what she considered her most insidious
plan ever. Xelloss, now entirely content with himself, and feeling the
flow of things work into a more chaotic series of events, turned back to
where Gourry was now being abused by Lina. His head locked between her
elbow while she yelled at him like a dog, waving the piece of chair in his
face while he swore up and down it was an accident. Zelgadiss and Amelia
already having left to their rooms to collect their possessions before
they inevitably got kicked out of the inn.
Xelloss allowed his smile to grow even larger as he thought about how
completely fake the argument that Lina and Gourry were now having was.
Despite his best efforts the whole group seemed to work even better under
strenuous circumstances. But... he was confident that his new wild card,
would add a bit of intensity to the mix that was lacking before. Tonight
was certainly going to be interesting he thought to himself.
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Shortly after breakfast Martina preformed a disappearing
act that everyone save Xelloss failed to notice. And it wasn’t till
sunset that Xelloss noticed her reappear again. The Slayers group was just
sitting down to dinner and Lina kept giving Gourry threatening looks
though her half-squinted black eye that had formed due to their scuffle
earlier. Amelia turned to Lina, “Just let me heal your eye already!”
Lina in turn looked at Amelia, “You can’t just heal it, Gourry has to
see it so he knows he’s done something wrong!” Zelgadiss took his turn
to butt in, “He’s not a dog Lina.”
Lina stood up and shook her fist threateningly at Gourry across the table,
he shrinked back a bit, “Gourry, what are you!” Gourry shook his head
back and fourth stammering out, “I don’t know, I don’t know Lina!”
Lina leaned over the table more toward Gourry, “You’re a dog, now say
it, say it!!!” Gourry put his hands in front of his face, warding off
any attack, “Okay, I’m a dog!!” Lina sat back down in her seat with
a satisfied look on her face, “See Zel, he really is a dog.” Zelgadiss
decided to tempt fate after the display he just saw, “You know Lina,
you’re acting a little strange today...”
Lina stuck her tongue out trying to be cute before responding, “Well...
I have been a wee bit drunk all day...” She said hiccupping for
emphasis. Amelia stood up and pointed at Lina, “That’s not funny...”
Lina stood up in response and took a few steps, moving in close to Amelia,
turning her head to the side so she could whisper in her ear, “Amelia,
I... I don’t know, this author just seems to be accentuating my violent
side, I... I... if I kill you later you’ll forgive me right?” Amelia
shivered and sat down silently and Lina followed suit. Zelgadiss’ ears
twitched slightly as he listened in on Lina’s words, then he spoke up,
“I hate fanfiction...” He said folding his arms, meanwhile on the
other side of the table Gourry spoke up, “What’s fanfiction...”
Everyone looked at Gourry, “Uhhhh yeah...” The entire scene at the
table went silent and everyone seemed to be afraid to move. But the smell
of the food was too great and within a few moments everyone was back to
eating like nothing ever happened.
Meanwhile, at a nearby table, Xelloss sat casually watching the
transpirings at the table alpha. He turned his head slowly as he felt
Martina shift next to him and looked at her expectantly. “Master
Xelloss, I know how I can get my revenge on Lina!” Xelloss smiled in
response, “I had faith you would Martina, you have such tenacity!”
Martina beamed at the comment and reached into the upper folds of her
outfit, procuring two small rocks. Xelloss looked at her questioningly and
Martina was all too happy to elaborate, “You see, I’ll add this one to
her food..” She said gesturing to the slightly off white colored bean
shaped object, “And this one is for the distraction...” Gesturing to
her other hand holding an actual rock, “Then tonight when she’s passed
out...” Martina started, her face taking on an evil glow, Xelloss took
this as his que and moved in closer, feeding into her train of thought,
“Yesss...” He said expectantly, Martina redoubled her dark aura,
“I’ll sneak into her room and...” Xelloss moved in even more, their
foreheads almost touching, “And...” She practically giggled hearing
Xelloss’ enthusiasm, “And... I’ll draw a picture of Zoamel Gustav on
her back!” She finished, her fang coming over her lower lip making her
look exceptionally evil.
Xelloss maintained his composure, but on the inside he was cursing the
innocence of the people around him, it made manipulating them so much
harder, “But there are so many other humiliating things you could do to
her Martina, things that are much... much... worse..” He finished, his
voice becoming lighter and fading off with a sinister tone. Martina’s
eyes widened, “Ohhh... such as...” She moved in, covering once again
the distance between the two of them Xelloss had just retreated, almost
overcome with anticipation, Xelloss moved in even closer, his lips only an
inch or so from Martina’s ear. His breath caused her to shiver inside,
and she felt his lips or tongue rub her ear a little, her heat beating
fast from the contact. He held that position a few more moments, driving
Martina wild, her breath coming in shorter and shorter breaths, “Sorewa
Himitsudeusu...” And with that he abruptly stood up and walked away.
She sat there shocked as Xelloss walked solemnly out of the room and up
the flight of stairs leading to the second floor. Her mind was frantically
trying to make sense of the situation when she saw something flash past
her vision and land in her lap. She looked down, a book, grabbing it she
turned around to see who threw it, but there was no one, she looked around
but only herself, some staff, and Lina and the gang were in the eating
area. Puzzled but nonetheless curious she looked down at the book then her
face twisted into a maniacal smile as she read the title out loud, “A
New Age Guide to Punishing Slaves...” Slowly she felt a laugh building
in her throat, but she had the sense to cover her mouth and muffle it to
prevent attention. She was sure that tonight Lina would pay.....
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Xelloss watched Martina from his perch in the ceiling
beams above. He really hated to take direct action like this, almost like
he was cheating. But he shooed away the thought. With that book now in
play he was sure that things would work out just how he wanted them to.
His smile grew wider as he watched Martina throw her pebble at Amelia,
striking her in the head. She turned to the side and blamed Lina for it,
who took the opportunity to defend herself. Zelgadiss and Gourry tried to
ignore it and Martina used the opening to throw her sleeping concoction, a
little off the planned flight path, but quickly corrected by Xelloss, into
the soup Lina had in front of her. Eventually the squabble between Lina
and Amelia broke down and they went back to eating. Martina watched
anxiously, clutching her effigy of Zoamel Gustav in her hands as Lina
brought her spoon to her bowl. Then... simultaneously Martina and Xelloss
smiled wider, watching as the packet of ingredients was brought up to
Lina’s mouth and consumed without incidence. Suppressing an evil cackle
Martina rushed out of the room and up the stairs, book in hand, set to
prepare for the night ahead.
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Shortly after dinner Xelloss watched Lina groggily get up
from her seat and make her way to bed. Then one by one everyone else at
the table went off to sleep for the night. Meanwhile, Martina had taken up
a spot behind a large potted plant at the end of the hall the main hallway
upstairs, where she was sitting, surprisingly comfortably with her legs
laid vertically against the wall and her back tightly pressed against a
chest of sorts, reading by the light from the oil lamp atop it.
Her giddiness only grew as she looked though the pages of the thin book.
Richly illustrated it showed both women and men tied and gagged in various
positions and performing humiliating tasks. Martina was shaking slightly
as she pressed on deeper into the book. Her effigy in one hand holding the
edge of the book and her other hand occasionally being wetted by her
dwindling saliva supply to keep the pages turning. Rapidly she consumed
the information in the book and it wasn’t long before her plan to
humiliate Lina was an entirely new creature.
With a terrible cracking sound Martina forced her way from the spot she
had been in for the last three hours. She stood up and moved around a
little, being careful not to wake anyone on the floor but too glad to be
moving to keep still. After reading through the book she almost felt the
need to gag herself to keep her giggles in check. Being extra wary of
people watching her Martina made her way down the stairs and out the door.
She looked around hurriedly. The hour was late and all the stores in the
area had closed, and what she needed couldn’t very well be found just
laying around.
It took some time but eventually she figured out an improvision. She
walked up to a nearby horse that was tied near the door of a tavern and
laughed to herself at how simple it was. She gingerly undid the bridle and
took the gear the horse was wearing off, finally sliding the bit out of
its mouth, grimacing from the saliva contact as she did. Then just as
carefully she departed from the tavern and went back toward the inn.
Around back she washed up the horses’ gear taking special care to clean
the bit. Now more satisfied she went back into the inn and nervously waved
to the inn keeper as she ascended the stairs, trying to keep the
suspicious gear to her right side and out of his line of sight.
Tiptoeing slightly she made her way to Lina’s door and tried the knob.
Locked. Cursing slightly she took out her effigy of Zoamel Gustav and
pressed it against the knob, “Oh please great and mighty Zoamel Gustav
open this door for your humble servant...” That said she moved the
broach back in place and confidently grabbed the knob and opened the door,
a bit surprised as knob actually turned. She cautiously peeked her head
into the room just as Xelloss teleported away, it was nothing but
darkness, so she stepped inside the room entirely, closing the door behind
her.
Now alone with Lina, Martina made her advance slowly, her eyes gradually
adjusting to the faint light coming from the fraction of the moon visible
through the opened window. Martina sat down the leather horse restraints
on the edge of the bed and stood over Lina, “Tonight you get yours Lina
Inverse.... You’ll get yours, and then some!” Finishing up with a
customary muffled evil laugh Martina once again grabbed up the makeshift
restraints and started applying them. She pulled back the covers from over
Lina, exposing her to be wearing just the slimmest of bras and panties.
Martina chuckled a bit at her vulnerability and gently reached out and
pulled down her jaw, opening her mouth a little. She forced the bit in as
far as it would go then affixed the leather straps around the back of her
head, using her little knife to add another hole further down to tighten
over Lina’s much smaller head. The bit making grinding clicking sounds
as the harness was pulled into place grinding the bit over the molars in
the back of Lina’s mouth.
Looking over the assorted leather pieces like a puzzle Martina finally
settled on a large strap to wrap around Lina’s ankles. Martina reached
down and the first thing she noticed was the incredible amount of heat
coming off Lina’s body. She laced the leather around her ankles, the
warm contact where her skin touched Lina’s feeling for some reason odd.
The leather strap was tied to each of her ankles, leaving about four feet
of slack still there. Martina continued by picking up the slack and
estimating the middle, then tying another leather strap to that, still
confident in Lina’s lack of consciousness Martina attempted to roll her
a little onto her side, and after a huff and puff managed to at least get
Lina at an angle where she could force the strap under her back and
attaching it to the buckle on the back of Lina’s head that held the bit
in place. Now Lina’s ankles were drawn up to her butt and her head was
pulled back into the bed.
Already quite satisfied Martina took a step back to look at Lina in the
light. The new angle put a pressure on Lina that caused her to breath
harder, her chest the only thing clearly visible in the dim light, moving
up and down and accentuated by the position, her nipples showing most
prominently of all. Martina moved back in and looked through the remaining
leather pieces. Suddenly she had a dilemma, she didn’t have a piece of
leather to do what she wanted to do. Thinking quickly she thought about
the knots that would be required and how much material that would add.
Inspiration suddenly came when she was thinking about the actual act of
tying the knots, and the setup for her outfit sprung to mind. She reached
around her back and grabbed at one of the knots that held the cloth on
that criss-crossed her chest. With a yank it came undone and Martina held
it at arms length, her smile darkening a bit at the thought of what was to
come.
Tying the newly acquired cloth around one of Lina’s wrists Martina once
again pushed Lina a bit onto her side and pushed the cloth underneath her
and onto the other side of her body before letting her fall back into
place. She finished by tying the cloth to Lina’s other wrist effectively
binding her hands behind her back. Giggling a little to herself she
grabbed the last piece of Lina’s outfit, the blinders for the horse.
Martina took the well-worn leather in her hands and pushed it somewhat
into the shape that would be required to cover Lina’s eyes, Martina’s
tactile senses instantly assaulted by the clingy dampness of the leather
and the overwhelming livestock smell it possessed. Eventually though she
was satisfied with her progress and put this around Lina’s head,
completely covering her eyes.
Now Martina was elated, Lina could not escape, or retaliate, or anything.
Finally, she felt in power. She looked down at Lina who still appeared to
be sleeping peacefully, “Wakey Wakey, I can’t expect to humiliate you
if you’re asleep, now can I?” No response, of course Martina expected
it to take more then this to wake Lina up so she swung her hand out and
slapped Lina across the face, the bit in her mouth catching Martina in the
palm of her hand, digging deep into the flesh there, “Owww!” Martina
looked down at her hand and cradled it slightly as it welled up blood
although with the lighting it took a bit for her to be sure it was blood.
She stopped for a moment and looked back to Lina who still appeared to be
asleep. Martina took a moment to remove the glove from her left hand and
wrap it around her injury, the pressure making it feel tolerable before
continuing.
Now Lina’s face was pushed off to the left, her hair tussled across the
bed like a terrible spattering of blood, but Lina was unharmed. Martina
scoffed in frustration and moved to Lina’s shoulders. Placing a hand on
each shoulder she shook the sorceress violently and suddenly Lina was
awake, “Mhhhmah hmmm...” Martina stood up straight and brought her
hand to her mouth in a mocking pose the likes of which would have made
Naga proud, “I see you’ve woken up Lina Inverse!” Martina gave some
effort to disguise her voice as that of a forty year old man, which of
course did not work, then took a moment to laugh but cut herself off as
she realized that she might wake some of Lina’s compatriots in adjoining
rooms. Martina looked around cautiously for a moment, as if she might see
them rise from the their beds though the walls, but quickly regained her
confidence and closed in on Lina.
Now speaking in a low, sinister tone, Martina continued in the same
obviously Martina voice, “You’ve shown me up for the last time Lina,
tonight I get revenge for you destroying my kingdom!” Lina stayed
perfectly still as Martina stripped off her lower garments, placing her
elongated boots and underwear in a heap by the bed. Deliberately she put
her knee on the bed and straddled herself over Lina, “I know you’re
gonna love this....” Sitting up on her knees Martina reached down and
parted her sex then grunted a bit. A solid stream of urine sprayed from
her crotch, catching the moonlight in a peculiar way. The stream struck
Lina directly on the chin and in response she grunted and moved her head
to the right, struggling a bit. Martina compensated, tilting her hips back
and eventually landing the golden stream in Lina’s mouth, running around
the bit and down into her throat. Lina turned her head harshly to evade
again, coughing a little and making protesting sounds. Martina tried to
once again guide her pee into Lina’s mouth but her stream ran low then
it was gone.
“Oh, I bet you like the taste of my pee pee!” Martina said trying to
sound evil, her voice nearly breaking over the word pee. Then she stopped
and thought about it, taking on an even more evil look, a look she put so
much effort to, one could only describe it as.... comical, “My Piss!”
She said, spreading out the last word feeling unusually naughty yet proud
of herself. Stifling a boastful laugh Martina lifted up a bit on her legs
and did her part to shimmy up Lina’s damp immobile body, placing her sex
right over Lina’s face and touching her clitoris to Lina’s nose.
“Don’t you feel dirty Lina...” Martina started grinding her pubis
against Lina’s chin, emphasizing a few moans as she pressed hard,
rocking Lina’s head back and fourth. But Martina was quickly bored with
the way things were going and shifted awkwardly onto the balls of her
feet, and nearly falling as she attempted to stand up.
Eventually though she made it toward the end of the bed and sat down,
starring between Lina’s legs. She had noticed that Lina wasn’t moving
so much now, “Oh, it looks like little Lina fell back asleep, well, not
for long.” Martina hooked her fingers into the straps holding Lina’s
panties on and pulled them down to her knees, exposing her slightly bushy
mound, it’s color and details indiscernible in the darkness. Martina
reached to the floor and fumbled around in the dark, grabbing her shoulder
guard. Smiling she set the sharp tip of the bony prustation to Lina’s
opening and pushed it in a little, but just as it came to the first
variation in its otherwise smooth structure it ceased to go in. Martina
licked her lips, feeling a little flush in the face, her heart fluttering
the voice that came out of her mouth didn’t sound right even to her,
there was a component to it, a lust she hadn’t expected, “Now you
belong to Zoamel Gustav Lina Inverse.....” Martina swallowed hard and
forced the bony tip deeper, her heart beating faster and faster, finally
she felt it give a little, and it suddenly went in deeper then she
expected.
Martina let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Watching
in the dim light as the features of the bone worked Lina’s lips out and
together again as it penetrated into her body. Not wanting to seriously
injure Lina, Martina withdrew it a little, coming out more fluidly then it
went in. It had a darker hue to it now, darker then she had expected in
this light, but it glistened black, something otherworldly as she thrusted
it into Lina again and again slowly, each time a little further. She
couldn’t take her eyes off Lina’s pussy, she could hardly even gather
the resolve to breath, and the room felt hotter then ever. Martina rested
her free hand on Lina’s foot, once again feeling the heat there as she
thrusted in and out.
As this went on Martina found herself loosing her balance bent over onto
the bed, and when she tried to right herself again she was surprised to
find that her hand was between her own legs. The moment started to
overwhelm her, “Oh god... oh Zoamel Gustav, she pulled the improvised
dildo from Lina and moved herself over Lina’s crotch and pressed her
crotch to meet it. Pressing tightly onto Lina, Martina used Lina’s
breasts for handholds and ground herself desperately together with the
person she hated most in the world. “Mmmmmm... Lina..... Zoamel ....
Gustav!” Martina couldn’t last long, Lina’s coarse pubic hairs
caressing her clitoris from all sides, the heat, it was too much for
Martina, she felt something closing in from all sides, her breath was
caught in her throat, lights suddenly flickered in her field of vision,
underwater, in the sky, there was some ethereal feeling to everything, it
was just a feeling, an indescribable feeling that was overtaking Martina,
and suddenly it broke.
Dropping her hands off Lina, Martina came down on Lina’s chest and
forced her arms around Lina’s body, holding her tightly.
“Liiiiiiinnnnnaaaa.....” She strained it out, holding her position
tightly as the feeling consumed her, Lina’s scent, her piss, the smell,
the feeling of being by her, every emotion, all her feelings at once
heightened. Lina’s back cracked from the pressure and with that Martina
had her release.
Martina couldn’t move, she wanted so badly just to fall asleep on top of
Lina, next to her warmth, but as the afterglow died away she began to
realize how utterly vile her spot was, the overwhelming stench of urine,
her whole body against Lina slick with sweat, and where they met, their
patches of pubic hair full of one another's juices. Eventually she
dislodged herself, and as she peeled herself away she was left with a
traveling sense of cold. An emptiness she hadn’t expected. Without
another word she untied Lina, and was relieved when she didn’t try to
immediately escape. She packed up her stuff and got dressed again, a cold
feeling of repulsion striking her as she picked up her once ivory shoulder
guard, looking it over critically before donning it again. Finally she
removed Lina’s blinders and bit, once again disguised by the amount of
urine that soaked them, and, as an afterthought took Lina’s sheets too
before leaving.
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Waiting a minute after the door closed for the foot steps
to get a little further way, Xelloss couldn’t have hidden his smile even
if he had felt so inclined. Gliding softly on a cushion of air he made his
way over to Lina’s bed and bent over, straightening out Lina’s panties
and her bra. “Oh Lina, you’re such a mess, and I bet you’d be mad to
wake up after what Miss. Martina did and find yourself in such a state.”
His eyes opened a bit as he lowered his gaze back down to her crotch, to
her panties which were slowly becoming saturated with her blood and
juices, and to the bed which still looked like someone had slaughtered a
pig on it. He looked back up to Lina’s face, her soaked hair and her
still serene look, “As much as I’d like to leave you like this, it
doesn’t quite fit with my plans, so I guess you’ll just owe me one
Lina, remember that next time you threaten me with a Giga Slave.”
Xelloss raised his staff barely and suddenly the contents of the room
winked out of and back into existence, except now Lina and her bed looked
just as they had before Martina had entered the room, “There, all
better.” And with that Xelloss winked away, just the slightest sound of
his laughter echoing from somewhere beyond vision.
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Although a little frazzled looking from sleeping outside
behind some water barrels, Martina still walked into the inn confident as
ever, confident in her revenge. She threw open the door, the morning sun
burning brilliantly at her back and marched toward the table where Lina
and the rest of the gang were eating and stopped abruptly only a few feet
from Lina, putting her hands on her hips and looking smug. In her mind
though Lina must have had better things to do because Martina barely got
Lina’s eyes to shift in her direction. Martina had expected Lina to be
humiliated, downcast, or at least miserable. Maybe even connect it to her,
shout out her name in anger, suffer as she had.... but Martina was
unprepared for this, Lina just sitting there, eating, carefree as usual.
Her mind shouted [“How can you just pretend you didn’t get raped last
night!”]
“Ahhhh... That was great!” Lina said, her voice spattered with
admiration. She pushed herself from the table a little bit, her hands
going to her belly to sooth it as she let the food settle. Lina turned
toward Martina and their eyes locked for a moment, and not with out reason
Martina felt very afraid. She stayed remarkably still as Lina looked her
up and down, “Martina, you look like you slept in a barn.” Slightly
relieved but put off by Lina’s comment, Martina tried to see if Lina
appeared traumatically scarred in any way, “Oh yeah, well I slept like a
princess Lina, can you say the same!” Ignoring the heat from the
comeback Lina bit her lip, “Actually, I slept like a log, it was one of
the best nights sleep I’ve ever had, I wonder if the inn keeper put
something in my food or something...” She finished turning away from
Martina and back toward the table to pick at some bread she had deemed not
edible earlier. Meanwhile Martina stormed off to a nearby table where
Xelloss was sitting and plopped down.
Downcast, Martina got a half-lopsided grin on her face and said out loud
to herself, “She doesn’t remember anything...” Martina paused a
little and looked at her hands before burying her face in them, “She
slept though it all...” Xelloss perked up and looked at Martina, “All
of what?” Martina took a breath almost on the verge of explaining things
to Xelloss but let it out dejectedly, “Never mind...” Xelloss gave a
little encouraging smile, “Martina...” She looked up at Xelloss from
where she was resting her head on the table, “What is it master
Xelloss?” He smiled wide, “There’s always tomorrow...” Martina’s
face started to curl back into an evil grin, and she chuckled softly
between her and Xelloss, “Or even tonight....”
Fade to black...
****//////Some Time Later\\\\\\\****
“Hey Amelia could you wash my back?” Amelia started wading over to
where Lina had just sat in the hot spring, “Sure thing Miss Lina.”
Lina spread her arms out over the back of the rock she was sitting
against, letting the warmth overcome her. Her eyes closed she felt the
rough cloth come into contact with her skin, the slick abrasiveness as it
massaged and cleaned her pores. And the near drunken state she felt from
the heat, the steam. She almost feel asleep as Amelia scrubbed her
shoulders and back but suddenly she stopped. Too comfy to say anything all
Lina could manage was a, “Humhhh?” Amelia started scratching a spot on
Lina’s back near her right shoulder blade with her fingernail,
“There’s something on your back... I think it’s a birth mark.”
Lina sighed, “Oh.” Amelia took the towel and held it to her face lost
in thought looking at the strange mark on Lina’s back, “Actually, it
kind of looks like that thing Martina always carried around... Zoamel
Gustav... or something...” Lina shrugged her shoulders, “Humm,
weird...” And with that Amelia went back to scrubbing.
The End
Authors Rant:
Huzzah! My first completed fanfic in a year. It’s a happy day indeed.
Basically I just wrote this because I couldn’t find any lemons online
with Martina in them and I figured there should at least be one, am I
right? Hopefully you enjoyed things and if you didn’t, hopefully you
enjoyed not enjoying them, otherwise you would have stopped reading right?
Anyway, if you want to contact me you can do so at Rob.Vincent@gmail.com
and if you want to read more of my work you can do so at http://www.destructve.com/rvincent
and yes, I am the same RVincent that wrote a number of other Slayers and
Ranma lemon works. Oh well, look foreword to my future works and I’ll
talk to everyone later!
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