Midnight Hunger

Author: Tarahime Title: Midnight Hunger

Warnings: Lemon, slight violence, rape, NC, AU
This story contains explicit sexual material and also involves rape. Please do not read on if you are offended by such material, or are too young to view such content.
Disclaimer: Valgarv and Filia Ul Copt are the property of Hajime Kanzaka, Rui Araizumi, and Kadokawa Shoten.
-Midnight Hunger-
By: Tara-hime
A sharp gust of wind blew past the curtains to the window of Filia's room. She walked over to it closing the shudders tightly after taking a look outside for any danger. Satisfied that all was safe she covered herself with the thick quilted covers, her head sinking in the goose down pillow. Filia fell into a deep slumber quickly not noticing the dark flash in a shadowed corner of the room. A masculine form stepped out of the shadows with a predatory look in his golden eyes.
Slowly he stalked towards Filia's bed as she slept peacefully under the covers.
She won't be very much longer, he thought to himself as he crept closer.
While he loomed over her sleeping form, he relished the fact that his prey did not know what was in store for her. For a moment he wanted to just forget his plan and smother her face with one of the many pillows that surrounded her. It took a great deal of effort for him to control his murderous rage. He reminded himself that there were far worse things than death.
He knew that first hand, after all.
Slowly, he lowered himself gently on the bed sitting beside her. He was careful not to awake her until he was ready.
He concentrated on a bondage spell with his hands hovering over her body. Soon small sparks of energy shot from his hands falling onto Filia's sleeping form, covering her in an incandescent glow. It then was absorb into her body, the glow slowly fading away. With this spell she would not be able to move very much. Assured that everything was in place, he laid his hand over her mouth and pinched her nose with the fingers of his other. He felt his heart thump in his ears from the adrenaline that was caused by his anticipation.
When she could no longer breathe, Filia opened her eyes and felt her blood run cold at the sight of those hate-filled eyes boring into hers. Still keeping a hand over her mouth Valgarv let go of her nose with a cruel smile upon his lips.
He brought his forehead upon hers and whispered with a sneer, "Don't even think to scream. No one will ever hear you. I've put a magical ward on this room that keeps sound from coming out. I didn't want anyone to interrupt us."
He removed his hand from her mouth. Filia let out the gasp of shock she been holding and was horrified to find she could not sit up. Her chest started to heave as she went into an alarmed state. She could only lift her head a little bit. It felt as if she had a great weight put upon her along with a dull numbness throughout her body. Try as she might, she could only blink and her chest would rise as she breathed.
Valgarv noticed her distress and chuckled slightly.
"Did I forget to mention that I also cast a bondage spell? It would have been so much more trouble to do the job and hold you down at the same time without it." Valgarv had a dangerous look in his eyes and his words sent warning signals off in Filia's mind.
Oh no is he going to do what I think he is? Filia thought to herself, trying not to panic and ignore the pounding of her own heart.
The look in his eyes revealed her notions to be true, and her fear caused her to break into a cold sweat.
Finally finding her voice, albeit it was cracking, she asked, "Why are you doing this?"
He lowered his face close to hers, his hair brushing up against her face, saying, "There is no reason, I just feel like it." He gave a short pause as if he were thinking, "Well, no there is a reason. I want to make you suffer for the crimes that your people have committed against mine. But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you," he paused again and this time met her eyes with his own, "although after I am done with you, you are going to wish I did." He then licked her face, Filia tried to move her head away but it was very hard with the bondage spell.
Filia gritted her teeth in revulsion at this act of intrusion. Meanwhile, Valgarv's arms began to transform into frightful claws with sharp pointed edges. They were twice the length of his human arms and looked as if they could tear her in two. All that was missing now were his wings but they remained dormant for they would just be an inconvenience for him. Valgarv tore at her nightgown, shredding it with his dragon claws. The only sound in the room came from the thumping of her heart as the remnants of her tattered nightgown settled around her like down feathers floating from a shaken wing.
Filia closed her eyes and bit her lip. As her chest was now bare her breasts heaved from her rapid breath. Valgarv paid no attention to them. He continued to tear the bedding that was near her, not to mention the rest of her undergarments.
Completely exposed, Filia tried desperately to lift her arms to cover herself. However, it was a useless effort, for the bondage spell kept her immobile. Knowing she would not be going anywhere for a while, Valgarv began to pull off his top, exposing his lean and sculpted chest. He discarded the shirt by throwing it behind him. He stood up to stand next to the bed, loosening the rope-like belt and allowed his pants to fall off down onto the floor. He gave a final touch by pulling his headband off and let his aqua-colored hair fall around his face. He was rather pleased to see she watched him as he did all of this. Filia felt her face heat as she let her eyes wander over Valgarv's nude form, resting her gaze at the appendage that was about to steal her maidenhood.
Filia was not about to give up and again tried to flee but the bondage spell was too strong, and kept her weighted down on the bed. Valgarv then went back into the bed and straddled himself on top of her hips. Before he could touch her tough, Filia managed to gather all the strength she possessed, along with her will to not be violated, and she finally broke the spell. Valgarv was taken off guard when he felt the charge of energy she gave off. Filia saw this as her chance. She knocked him off of her and he tumbled off the other side of the bed.
Filia made her way to the door but was horrified to find that it must have a ward on it as well for even with her dragon strength the door would not open. Valgarv was behind her by then and grabbed her by the hair. He swung her around to face him and cracked her across the face with the back of his hand. The sound of the slap reverberated in the room. Filia's head was spinning now and was dazed to the point that she almost did not realize that Valgarv was dragging her back to the bed. She tried to fight him off - kicking, biting, slapping - anything to loosen his hold on her, but none of it seemed to faze him. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. Valgarv started to become aroused from this little battle and wanted more. "That's right! Fight me, fight me! Scratch me with your talons!" he shouted.
Filia felt that it was hopeless and that she might as well aqueous to her fate. He will be the one who is scarred though; the knowledge of what he is about to do will hang over his head. She thought to herself.
Valgarv threw Filia back onto the bed and she belly-flopped onto the bed. She looked behind and saw Valgarv just standing there. There was a tense air.
"Please, just do it and be gone!" Filia managed in a lifeless tone.
Valgarv became visibly angry at her words. How dare she order me! His own mind muttered.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to lie on her back. He slapped her again trying to force the fighting spirit back into her. "Fight me!" he barked at her.
Filia simply shook her head at him, "No, I will not."
Valgarv looked at her for a moment, studying her. Then he gave a small shrug "Very well then!" he said with a sneer and climbed onto the bed, hovering over her body. He repeated himself, with a dangerous calm to his voice. "Very well then!"
Wasting no time, Valgarv grabbed Filia's legs, forcing them to spread apart, despite her feeble attempts to keep them closed. Filia began to regret not trying to fight him.
Without warning Valgarv brutally plunged himself into her, taking what was never rightfully his.
Filia's eyes went wide and she threw her head back in a scream as her whole body went rigid. Her body started to quiver from the pain. Valgarv did not stop; he kept thrusting in and out of her at a quick pace. He held no regard whether she could accommodate him, physically nor mentally. Trickles of blood flowed out from between her legs. Valgarv brutally continued onward with his hands gripping her on the shoulders to support his weight.
Filia flexed her inexperienced muscles in vain to accommodate Valgarv despite the burning sensation after each thrust.
She was truly in her own private hell.
Tears welled up inside her eyes as she kept them firmly shut to keep Valgarv's face from her sight. The tears flowed freely from their origins, sliding down her cheeks in tiny streams.
Suddenly, Valgarv caught sight of her tear-stained face. Seeing her tears of pain and hurt that was evident on her face made an ache surge through his heart. Valgarv felt ashamed for what he had done. He had come to an all time low. He was no better than the Golden Dragons he hated so. No, he was much worse. What have I done? he asked himself. He slowed his pace down as he dwelled on this and then stopped all together. His breathing was ragged and his manhood lost a little of its hardness.
All his life he had hated the Golden Dragons for what they had done to him and his race. He swore that he would have revenge to make them hurt as he did. He looked upon Filia once more as she silently sobbed. Yes, he had caused one of them to hurt, but this was no victory to him.
For the first time in his life, Valgarv regretted his actions. He suddenly hated himself for the horrible deed he had committed. He was not even sure why he did this in the first place. She did not deserve this kind of torture. Although, he could never give back what he stolen from her the least he could do was stop. But from seeing her lovely face and body Valgarv found himself becoming aroused again. Only this time he could at least make it pleasurable for her as well.
He hovered over her, his violation stopped for the moment and let her get used to the feeling of him inside of her.
While Filia was crying she suddenly felt the burning sensation fade slowly into nothingness. Opening her eyes she looked up at Valgarv and wondered if he was finally done raping her. He turned away from her gaze; not wanting to see any emotion in her eyes. Filia looked away as well, but wondered what would happen next.
With newfound resolve, Valgarv lowered himself on top of her, careful not to crush her. He placed tender kisses on her cheeks, her tears disappearing under the ministrations of his lips. The kisses were light and feathery and they calmed Filia.
Valgarv continued until his mouth had brushed her whole face and then he worked his way to her neck gently suckling it for a few minutes. He then returned to her face to kiss her lips. When he kissed her again, he did it with a little more urgency and coaxed her mouth with his tongue to open. He touched his tongue with hers, massaging it and memorized the rest of her mouth.
Valgarv broke the kiss to make a trail of them down her neck and chest. Filia let out a soft moan as she felt Valgarv's warm mouth take one of her nipples, the other breast in his hand. Filia felt a small wave of pleasure down in her belly and it caused her to arch slightly upward as Valgarv moved his tongue around and over her peaking nipple.
Filia was now lightly panting for breath as desire snaked its way through her. Valgarv's lips met hers again, and this time he sucked on her lower lip. Valgarv withdrew himself from her and slowly rubbed one of his hands along her leg, reaching for her inner thigh.
A small gasp came out as Filia felt Valgarv move from teasing her thigh to the juncture between them. He gently brushed over the damp curls, toying with them. Filia's eyes widened and she let out a small whimper. Valgarv slid down until his face was between her spread thighs.
Filia's body shook as Valgarv's tongue explored her. It traced around her tiny bud, licking it, and then gently biting it. Then she felt his tongue slide in and out of her entrance until a finger replaced it. As it gently pushed inside, Valgarv's tongue found its way back to her clit. Because of his ministrations Filia's whole body shuddered in orgasm in mere moments.
While she convulsed, Valgarv took the cue that she was ready for the next step. He raised himself on top of her and entered her slowly. Before he began to thrust he waited for her to adjust. After waiting for a few moments he started, slowly at first, but gradually picked up his speed.
With each thrust Filia felt a small wave of something she could not place. She desperately wanted to reach whatever it was. Valgarv slowly began to speed up the tempo, causing Filia to moan louder than she did earlier. Filia felt the pleasure that was deeply embedded inside of her and wanted to move with Valgarv. She flexed her hips along with Valgarv's movements; pulling back with his upward thrusts and meeting him with his downward stroke. It became a steady rhythm and both of them were very close to coming.
Wanting her to come first, Valgarv placed two of his fingers on her clit, slowly toying with it. Filia's excitement grew as the pleasure increased until she knew she could no longer hold it in.
With an arch of her back Filia, let out a lust-filled cry as she climaxed; wave after wave crashing through her body. As Filia came, she unconsciously clenched her already tight passage around Valgarv, causing the breaking point for him.
He pulled her body to him, wrapping his arms around her body tightly as he released his essence inside her with a deep growl. Filia let out a soft sigh as her head slowly lolled back and forth.
Still holding her, Valgarv buried his face in the crook of her neck and began to cry. Filia wondered what could make the strong half-breed weep so.
Wrapping her arms around him, she gently stroked his hair. Not knowing what to say, she let out a quiet, "Valgarv?"
Through the choked out sobs, she thought she heard him say, "…Sorry! …So sorry!"
Nestling the side of her face in his hair she said to herself, "You're not so heartless after all!" Valgarv lifted his face to look at her and became lost in her eyes.
She gave him a chaste kiss on his forehead and lay back with him on the bed.
Keeping him in her embrace, Filia drifted into an exhausted sleep while Valgarv laid his head on her breasts. Soon, he too, drifted off.
-Fin-

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