ARAAT3: The Forbidden Experiment

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A Rose And A Thorn 3: The Forbidden Experiment

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Froggy: Crazy Ivan, despite your intelligent review, a question occurs. If our Original Character Villain ISN’T aiming to take over the world, how else is he going to assert his male dominance? He’s not cliché; super-villains in general are cliché. The super-villain says “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!”

Harley: With all due respect, for the people who want Tails to change his mind again… tough. I appreciate that you ‘don’t want to see him this way’, but he’s not going to be OOC. He’ll still be the uber-cute, ultra-intelligent little kitsune you fell in love with. Just gay.

Froggy: It’s not as if there’s going to be any M/M in this fanfic anyway, so anybody who stops reading is cutting off their nose to spite their face. Oh, and pendejo, thanks for writing a translation this time. And who said we were going to give them a kid?

Harley: Actually, that could be a pretty good idea… Thanks, guys! Wow… competition time! Let’s see a mockup for Espio and Mirage’s baby!

Froggy: Now you’ve done it, people… prepare for the anticipated sex scene!

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Chapter Nine: Intimate Pain

The next morning, the sun was shining through the thin curtains and onto the bed before Mirage woke up. And when she woke up, she realised two things - one, that Espio's arms were wrapped around her, and two, that at some point during the night, she had shifted in her sleep and was staring at his chest. Her eyes widened. Espio was still sleeping peacefully, getting his first bit of quality rest in a week. Mirage writhed in his embrace, finally wriggling free enough to sit up and then fall out of the bed with a curse.

Espio mumbled something and shifted on the bed, feeling the sudden lack of her presence and hearing her loud curse.

"Espio?" she spoke, slightly shocked, but she couldn't remember - wait, she could, a little. She'd started to have a nightmare - something about… DAMN! It had been far too horrible to survive in the morning light. It was enough that she’d had it. Either way, it had ended with somebody... holding her... for comfort, "Espio?!" she repeated, louder.

"Mmm?" the chameleon hummed as his eyes blinked open. He stared vacantly for a moment, distantly wondering why he was in the bed when it was supposed to be Mirage's turn, when it all suddenly came back to him. His eyes opened wider, and he mumbled, "Whoops... guess I nodded off there..."

"I agree," Mirage answered, sitting up, "What did you think you were doing in my bed?"

"Um…" The chameleon blinked and searched his mind for the best answer. He decided on the truth, "You were having a nightmare, and I didn't want to wake you. I thought this might help... it seemed to… " The reptile looked away to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Mirage crawled around on the bed until she was looking into Espio's eyes again, "Why?" she asked, and this time her question was a demand, "Why do you care at all?"

Espio couldn't look away this time, his eyes drawn into hers. The answer he would usually give would be something about how it was the right and honourable thing to do, and it was, but it wasn't the full truth. Looking into her crimson eyes, he couldn't lie, "I like you, Mirage,” he said, "I enjoy being around you, and the more I am, the more I want it. When I saw you having that nightmare, I… I wanted to take your fear away..."

The nightmare I can never remember… Mirage thought, noting Espio’s words, "And you did," she said quietly, leaning back again, "You... saved me from myself, which is more than I have ever done." There was a pause, "And I do not know why... but I feel able to admit weakness to you," she looked down at her knees.

Espio swallowed and nodded as he rolled onto his side and looked up at her. Quietly, he said, "That feeling is called trust."

"Trust?" Mirage gave it some thought, "I... trust you?" she asked cautiously, as if hoping that was the correct answer.

"Yes,” he replied with a small smile, "You trust me." Slowly, the chameleon sat up, facing the feline. "And I trust you in return."

"Trust," Mirage's eyes dropped. The concept was almost entirely new to her, and it should be, when most of her memories were of anger and fear. She looked up again, into Espio's eyes, "You trust me."

The chameleon smiled again, "Yes," It was an innocent enough thing to say, but Espio understood how important such a thing was for two people like them. Obviously, trust was something she had never known before, and a ninja's life was one filled with paranoia. For them to admit trust in each other... Espio felt a shiver run up his spine. This was getting closer than he had wanted, but... looking into her eyes, hearing those words... he started to simply not care.

"You should probably not trust me," Mirage pointed out quietly, "I am... I do not know what I am exactly but it is probably safer for you to not trust me." All the same, she couldn't look away from him, "Although I appreciate it," she added, finally looking down.

"Maybe you are right. Maybe I shouldn't. But I do all the same. I guess the future will tell if I suffer for it or not,” he replied.

"I do not want you to be hurt," Mirage murmured, “Too many of the people I care about get hurt.”

"Then choose not to hurt me,” Espio replied quietly, "I don't fear pain. Pain flavours life. Without risk, there is no reward." Espio slid out of bed and stood up, facing Mirage.

"Then take a risk," Mirage answered, not quite thinking about the words before they tumbled out of her mouth, looking up at him.

Espio swallowed and took a calming breath. Take a risk... reach for the reward. He had been avoiding exactly that, hadn't he? Always watched where he was going, worried about getting too close to anyone, and the end result was him being lonely and unfulfilled. Maybe it was time to listen to his own advice. He reached with one hand and stroked her muzzle. No, it wasn't smart, but it sure felt good. Making up his mind, he took the risk. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

Mirage mewled quietly, and closed her eyes. Without thinking, she raised a small hand up to his smooth, scaly cheek, and a low, soft purr vibrated from her chest.

Espio wrapped his arms around Mirage and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. He wasn't going to pull away this time. Holding her close, he could feel her quiet purrs vibrating into his own chest. She was happy, pleased by the kiss, and this made Espio's heart beat faster.

Mirage wasn't entirely sure what was expected of her. So instead, she copied Espio's movements, wrapping her arms around his back. Her lips began to move against his slowly, and she could feel her heart rate speeding up.

The chameleon reached up and scratched behind Mirage's ears as he carefully probed her lips with his long tongue, slipping past them into her mouth. His other hand rested against her lower back, rubbing slowly.

Mirage's purring became louder and more insistent. Her own hands rested on the base of Espio’s tail gently, her lips parted and her rough tongue moved over his. Espio, in turn, slid his tongue against hers, enjoying the unique feel of it before drawing his lips away from hers, taking a breath. Feeling pleasant shivers from the base of his tail, he reached down and scratched at the base of her own tail.

Mirage's bushy tail twitched with pleasure, and as Espio took a breath, she leant forward and ran her tongue over his lips slowly in a cat's kiss; deep and passionate.

Espio's eyes widened in surprise as she gave him a feline-styled kiss. The sandpaper tongue scraped against his lips, and it was a new sensation for him, but the chameleon accepted it gratefully. The hand on her back slid away to rub and scratch her belly. His hand touched intense scarring, the kind caused by a terrible wound healing badly, and he hesitated.

Mirage purred much louder, shivers running down her spine, her stomach churning slightly. Her hands rested on Espio's hips, and she kissed him again and again, until his face was wet all over, “Do not stop,” she whispered.

Espio smiled as she thoroughly licked his face, and he placed his hands on hers. Stepping back, he guided her along with him, sitting down on the bed and pulling her into his lap. Once there, he pressed his face against her throat and kissed it, suckling on it as his hands again roamed over her back.

"Hmmm..." Mirage sighed in pleasure, feeling warmth rising up in her belly. As before, she was uncertain of what to do. Her fingers traced over the heart shape on his chest, then pressed against his belly gently.

Espio sighed against her throat, feeling her fingers on his sensitive belly. Nuzzling her gently, he pulled off his gloves and placed his hand against her own belly again, but this time he let it slide lower between her legs, rubbing gently. He closed his eyes and shivered slightly, knowing this was another risk.

"Ah... oh... my..." Mirage moaned, leaning closer to Espio, her breathing speeding up. Her hands moved again, lower this time, trembling slightly.

Espio gasped quietly as her fingers roamed lower. He could feel heat pooling in his groin. He rubbed against her more insistently while planting quick gentle kisses on her throat. She nuzzled his cheek, then his neck, her tongue brushing against his skin. Feeling his positive reaction, she moved her hands again, this time resting them between his thighs, and squeezing them gently.

A shuddering sigh freed itself from Espio as his arousal grew, and the chameleon rested his cheek on hers and returned the favour, "Mmm... Mirage..." he murmured, his eyes half-closed.

"Espio..." Mirage responded softly, her actions guided entirely by instinct. Nervously, she pressed closer to him again, his arousal pressing against her belly and her breasts pressed gently against his chest, "Espio... please do not stop..."

"I won't,” he promised her quietly, before kissing her cheek. He let the one unoccupied hand scratch the back of her head, running his fingers through her fur as he brought his lips to hers again. As he did this, he stopped rubbing between her legs. He placed a finger at her entrance, slowly sliding it inside her.

Mirage's eyes widened, and her hands tightened suddenly on Espio's thighs, squeezing him again. A shudder of shock ran through her body, and she gave a soft cry, muffled by the kiss.

Espio squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the pressure on his thighs. Ending the kiss, he looked into her eyes and smiled as he twisted his finger inside her, sliding it in and out.

"Mmm... ah..." Mirage moaned, and tilted her head back, her hands relaxing and rubbing gently at him, "What... what are you... doing..." she managed to gasp, her voice shaking, and it was impossible to tell whether she was frightened, or experiencing deep pleasure.

Espio guessed that it was a little of both. The chameleon continued his actions, "Trust me..." he whispered. He slid a second finger inside her.

"Oh!" Mirage's hands moved suddenly in shock, pressing against his hardening cock. The movement of Espio's fingers became smoother as her vagina lubed up, becoming slicker.

Espio groaned as he felt her hands press against his shaft. He smiled slightly as he felt her slick insides, and carefully pushed a third finger inside her, "I think you're just about ready,” he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck.

“R-ready… for what?” Mirage asked.

Espio kissed her neck again. Pulling his fingers out of her, the chameleon reached down, grabbed onto her rear, and pushed her up off of him, positioning her just over his cock.

“Oh…” Mirage swallowed. She didn’t really want him to stop, but she had to ask, “Espio,” she managed quickly, “If I asked you to stop now… would you? Would you stop?”

Espio paused, and released her, breathing hard, “If that is what you want,” he replied. He would stop. He didn’t want to, but he would stop, because it would be wrong to do otherwise.

“No,” Mirage shook her head, “It is not what I want. But I wanted to know. I needed to know. And now I do know I can trust you.”

Espio picked her up again, "You can always trust me,” he said softly, and he slowly lowered her, groaning as he slid into her slick vagina.

Espio's erect member felt very different to his fingers. Mirage's body gave a shudder of pain, and she wrapped her arms around his back, breathing heavily. It had been a long time. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out, and tried her best to keep herself from digging her claws into his back.

Espio wrapped his arms tightly around her and willed himself to stay still for her sake as she was impaled on his member, "It's ok,” he whispered, rubbing the back of her neck, "It'll feel better soon," he told her, pushing gently.

The only result of that was that Mirage almost shrieked in pain. She took several breaths, trying to keep herself from crying. It didn’t really feel as if it would ever get better, but she wanted to get it over with, "H-harder..." she whispered, "You... have to... harder..."

Espio nodded silently, "I'm sorry about this..." he half-lied. Then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down as he thrust his hips up. No barrier… but she sure wasn’t used to it. Hot damn, she was tight inside. He felt hot blood flow from her body over his.

"Yawlp!" Mirage cursed out loud in pain, and her claws dug into Espio's back, drawing blood from him. Her pain didn't end there, but continued in a dull agony. And yet... she wanted him to continue. He had to continue, if he stopped she would feel... lost. She didn't want the pain, and yet she wanted him to make her scream.

The chameleon hissed in pain as he felt her claws tear into his back, but he thought it a fitting punishment. He was certain that he had just caused much greater pain in her. Tentatively, he thrust his hips into her again, sighing as a shudder of pleasure overrode the pain.

Mirage moaned again in pain. Her claws retracted again, and she held him close, as close as they could be now, sweat trickling down her forehead and muzzle, "Espio..." she moaned softly, tears welling up in her eyes, her hands moving rapidly over his body, her fingers prying at his hard muscles.

Espio sighed again in pleasure, and the chameleon lifted her up and laid her on the bed, keeping himself within her. Looking down at her sweat-covered face, he gave her a reassuring smile before he thrust into her again, and then again, starting to build a rhythm, keeping it slow, to allow her to adjust to it.

Mirage lay back, her breathing heavy and erratic, her chest heaving with the effort. Her legs were spread so far apart that it hurt, and the whole experience was still frightening. She whimpered quietly, and reached a hand up to touch Espio's cheek.

Espio closed his eyes and placed one hand on top of hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. A sound of pleasure emerged from his throat as he continued his thrusts, his body urging him to speed up. Any line he had once drawn between himself and Mirage had long been crossed, and there was no going back.

Mirage's shoulder-blades dug into the bed as Espio continued to press into her. Her moans became louder and more insistent, and her hands moved onto his hips, holding him firmly. Tears trickled down her face as she tried to raise her hips off the bed and closer to his.

Espio pushed into her harder, groaning and gasping for air, feeling dizzy from the rush of feelings. His skin was flushing various colours from the heat between them and the emotions racing through his body, "Mirage..." he moaned as he moved down closer to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her and kissing her throat, his hips pumping quickly.

"Uh... uh... Espi... oh..." Mirage rasped deep in her throat, as their lips met over and over again, almost desperately. As their bodies twisted together, she continued to clutch at him, crying out softly at each thrust.

Espio moaned out his pleasure with each thrust. It had been so long since he had really let loose with emotion and feeling, and now it was all coming back in an exciting, dizzying rush. It would be so easy to forget how much this was hurting Mirage and just let himself go, fuck her for himself, take pleasure rather than give it. But he’d never wanted anything so much in his life as he now wanted her to enjoy this with him; he’d rather die than hurt her.

Each kiss became deeper and more passionate, as Mirage squeezed his flesh firmly and his actions sped up, moving at a feverish pace as if his very life depended on it. His tongue again explored her mouth, sliding against her own, caught between their intense kiss. Espio was no longer aware that he was making love in a dirty rented apartment to a biological experiment, on the run from a megalomaniac with murder on the mind. None of that mattered any more. And Mirage could no longer even think. Absolutely everything hurt like hell, and the only thing she could feel apart from that was Espio, his cock sliding in and out of her, their lips pressed together, their tongues intertwined, his scent almost overwhelming her. She wasn't sure that she could stand it all much longer, but she didn't want it to stop.

Espio pulled his mouth away from hers, taking in a shuddering gasp, and she could feel his muscles tensing and quivering under her touch as his skin flushed again. The chameleon cried out loudly as he attained climax, bursting within the red and black feline. Shuddering, he again slid his arms around her and held onto her as the pleasure ran its course, breathing hard into her fur. His cock slipped out of her vagina. But they remained pressed together, a shudder of near-exhaustion running through Mirage as she ran her tongue over his chest.

Espio sighed, letting his heart rate slow, basking in the warm glow of their lovemaking, gently stroking Mirage's fur. Leaning down and kissing her forehead, he whispered, "Did you enjoy that?"

"I... I am not sure..." Mirage whispered back as hot blood dripped slowly from her slit.

Espio nodded, stroking her cheeks, "It will be better in the future," he promised her.

Mirage nodded and rubbed her cheek against Espio’s. Sore was an understatement, "I... I do not understand though," she said, softly, "Why did I... why did we do that?"

"I'm not sure myself..." he sighed, "But I don't regret it. ...Feelings. Instinct. An attraction to each other." He held her to his chest.

"Feelings..." Mirage murmured, with Espio's reassuring weight on top of her. She nuzzled his chest again, and there was a long silence, before she finally whispered, "I feel so... confused..."

"I know,” he whispered, running his finger through her fur, "It'll make sense in time." The chameleon rolled onto his side to take the weight off her, his arms still embracing her body as he looked into her eyes. She cuddled up close to him, hiding her face in his chest with a shaky sigh. She felt... frightened, he realised, as if uncertain that she had done the right thing, "Don't be afraid,” he told her quietly as he stroked her face. He was uncertain of his own feelings at that moment, unsure if it was really the right thing, but he knew time would sort it all out.

Mirage found her voice, a long way off, "Do not ever leave me," she whispered.

Espio paused, hearing that. "I won't ever leave you,” he assured the feline, running a hand down her back. No, he wouldn't leave her. But... how did he feel towards her? Did he love her? He didn’t have an honest answer for that. Maybe not just yet, but he was sure that it could become love in time. That was what scared him.

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Harley: The competition is a joke, people. Honest. If you didn’t read this, it’s your own bloody fault ‘cause there’s no prize.

Froggy: Spot the part we changed!