How Did It Come To This...?
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+S through Z › Soul Caliber
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,649
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Soul Caliber, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
How Did It Come To This...?
How Did Things Come To This?
-Poptart
A/N: I don't know. Don't ask me. Soul Calibur = not mine. Suing won't get you much anyway. ^^;;; INCEST WARNING! Well, sorta. (Don't say I didn't warn you damn it. *dies*) Amy x Raphael Sorel. So disgustingly WAFFy it will leave you with cavities. >>;;; Not my usual style...*sweatdrops*
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Swords clashed a final time, the clatter of a fallen blade sliding across the floor echoing loudly in the stone room followed by the light laughter of a young woman. "You're getting old, Daddy." She flipped her braided hair over her shoulder, the new style a recent development, having finially outgrown the curly pigtails both she and her father had fancied. A small chuckle in a deep male voice served as her answer. He refused to admit that his age was catching up to him as the girl grew. She could hold her own pitifully easily in a sword fight against him now, the girl ready to fight for several more rounds while the man was sweating and ready to pass out from exhaustion. He slid down the wall to the floor, panting softly. Seemed like only yesterday he had run through the poverty-stricken village, hidden by a defiant young girl. Now, he was being easily beaten with his own tricks at his own game. Perhaps he had taught her too well...
A light voice woke him from his reverie. "Come on, Daddy! You are in desperate need of a bath..." The young woman wrinkled her nose slightly and walked briskly from the room, assuming her father would follow.
After a few more moments of calming his racing heart and heavy breathing, he stood, huffing slightly and walking stiffly towards the door. When he arrived in the bathroom, he found his bath already being drawn by the red-headed girl, her green eyes sparkling at him as she watched him enter the room. She wrinkled her nose again, making her aversion to his sweaty form obvious. She finished filling the tub, and walked out of the room, smiling softly and shutting the door behind her.
He shook his head as he undressed himself, grimacing slightly at the feel of pulling sweaty leather away from his legs. He slid into the bath, relaxing as the warm water soothed his tired muscles. She had grown. So much. She was no longer the little girl that had hidden him from soldiers; she was a beautiful young woman of nearly eighteen. She had grown much taller, her hair had grown longer, her body shaped itself into the curvaceous form of a woman. She had indeed become an irreplaceable prescence in his life, as his daughter, his friend, his motivation and his inspiration...
And as of late, his lover as well.
He sighed softly. When had it come to this? When did tucking a little girl into bed become waking nude next to a young woman? When had innocent kisses goodnight turned into heated foreplay? The transition from relatives to lovers had been disconcertingly easy...almost as though their entire relationship was meant to become this. He began to wash himself, continuing to think on the relationship he had developed with his beautiful foster daughter. Perhaps she had developed a crush on him at a young age...or perhaps he had developed a crush on her. Had a one-sided fantasy developed into a full-blown romance? Did a level of understanding and caring develop into something so much more? Had it simply been fate? Whatever it had been...and whatever the reason...it had definitely not been a negative thing.
He rinsed the soap from his body, standing and toweling himself off, walking out into the bedroom where his little one sat.
She was taking the braids she had grown so fond of out of her long red hair. It fell past her waist now; framing her face and flowing over her shoulders in long waves and curls. She heard him behind her, turning to look over her shoulder as she unwound the last braid from around her delicate fingers. She tilted her head and smiled softly again, green eyes glittering in the soft candle light of the room. She was undressed, wearing a makeshift gown of cream silken sheets. He walked forward, dropping his robe to the floor with a soft noise like a whisper. He slipped onto the bed, reaching out to remove the gown from his love, but she coyly pulled away, shaking her head. She used one finely manicured hand to hold the sheets over herself, using the other to push her father to his back. She laid shyly over him, letting her hands tangle in his hair, a smirk playing at her lips. Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues battling as fiercely as any time the pair had fought with swords. The younger ran her hands up his arms, guiding his hands over his head and using a soft cord to bind them there. He broke the kiss, looking up at her questioningly...but before he could open his mouth to speak, he found himself silenced by a gentle finger over his lips. "You lost...it's my turn tonight."
She slid down his body, her hair tickling his chest and stomach; then finally his inner thighs. The dark lord arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips as her own worked over his flesh. He was ready for her, as he always was. It wasn't long before he was breathily moaning her name, pushing his hips to meet her mouth. Before he could reach his climax, she pulled away. She giggled softly at the needy whimper that followed, sitting up and beginning to slowly pull the makeshift gown away from her body. The man strained beneath her, wanting nothing more than to touch and ravish the expanse of pale flesh being slowly revealed to him. She glowed in the candle-light, a vision of perfection as she lifted herself up and straddled his hips. The soft moan that filled the room echoed his own as she lowered herself down onto his eager body. She lifted herself time and time again, sinking back onto him slowly at first; then gradually moving on him quicker and quicker as she neared her own orgasm. Her hands slipped over her stomach and to her chest, her long fingers massaging and pinching at her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long before their cries sounded through the room, both hitting their peaks at the same time.
She pulled herself off of him, reaching up and untying the cords that held his hands away from her, relaxing into his arms as they came around her. He reached down, pulling the covers over their entwined bodies, cuddling his little love close. He couldn't help but let his thoughts stray back to how they had come to this...his mind attempting to wrap itself around the mystery of how the woman in his arms had gone from hiding from nightmares to falling asleep in post-orgasmic bliss.
The thoughts silenced themselves as she murmered her last words before falling into dreamland.
"I love you."
Suddenly, how things had come to this didn't matter much anymore.
-fin-
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Ugh. Time to make myself a dentist appointment. That was rediculious. >_<;;; I solemnly swear to never write anything of that sort again. *DIES* (Then again, I've said the same thing about 3 other fics. ^^;;; ) Bah.
-Poptart
A/N: I don't know. Don't ask me. Soul Calibur = not mine. Suing won't get you much anyway. ^^;;; INCEST WARNING! Well, sorta. (Don't say I didn't warn you damn it. *dies*) Amy x Raphael Sorel. So disgustingly WAFFy it will leave you with cavities. >>;;; Not my usual style...*sweatdrops*
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Swords clashed a final time, the clatter of a fallen blade sliding across the floor echoing loudly in the stone room followed by the light laughter of a young woman. "You're getting old, Daddy." She flipped her braided hair over her shoulder, the new style a recent development, having finially outgrown the curly pigtails both she and her father had fancied. A small chuckle in a deep male voice served as her answer. He refused to admit that his age was catching up to him as the girl grew. She could hold her own pitifully easily in a sword fight against him now, the girl ready to fight for several more rounds while the man was sweating and ready to pass out from exhaustion. He slid down the wall to the floor, panting softly. Seemed like only yesterday he had run through the poverty-stricken village, hidden by a defiant young girl. Now, he was being easily beaten with his own tricks at his own game. Perhaps he had taught her too well...
A light voice woke him from his reverie. "Come on, Daddy! You are in desperate need of a bath..." The young woman wrinkled her nose slightly and walked briskly from the room, assuming her father would follow.
After a few more moments of calming his racing heart and heavy breathing, he stood, huffing slightly and walking stiffly towards the door. When he arrived in the bathroom, he found his bath already being drawn by the red-headed girl, her green eyes sparkling at him as she watched him enter the room. She wrinkled her nose again, making her aversion to his sweaty form obvious. She finished filling the tub, and walked out of the room, smiling softly and shutting the door behind her.
He shook his head as he undressed himself, grimacing slightly at the feel of pulling sweaty leather away from his legs. He slid into the bath, relaxing as the warm water soothed his tired muscles. She had grown. So much. She was no longer the little girl that had hidden him from soldiers; she was a beautiful young woman of nearly eighteen. She had grown much taller, her hair had grown longer, her body shaped itself into the curvaceous form of a woman. She had indeed become an irreplaceable prescence in his life, as his daughter, his friend, his motivation and his inspiration...
And as of late, his lover as well.
He sighed softly. When had it come to this? When did tucking a little girl into bed become waking nude next to a young woman? When had innocent kisses goodnight turned into heated foreplay? The transition from relatives to lovers had been disconcertingly easy...almost as though their entire relationship was meant to become this. He began to wash himself, continuing to think on the relationship he had developed with his beautiful foster daughter. Perhaps she had developed a crush on him at a young age...or perhaps he had developed a crush on her. Had a one-sided fantasy developed into a full-blown romance? Did a level of understanding and caring develop into something so much more? Had it simply been fate? Whatever it had been...and whatever the reason...it had definitely not been a negative thing.
He rinsed the soap from his body, standing and toweling himself off, walking out into the bedroom where his little one sat.
She was taking the braids she had grown so fond of out of her long red hair. It fell past her waist now; framing her face and flowing over her shoulders in long waves and curls. She heard him behind her, turning to look over her shoulder as she unwound the last braid from around her delicate fingers. She tilted her head and smiled softly again, green eyes glittering in the soft candle light of the room. She was undressed, wearing a makeshift gown of cream silken sheets. He walked forward, dropping his robe to the floor with a soft noise like a whisper. He slipped onto the bed, reaching out to remove the gown from his love, but she coyly pulled away, shaking her head. She used one finely manicured hand to hold the sheets over herself, using the other to push her father to his back. She laid shyly over him, letting her hands tangle in his hair, a smirk playing at her lips. Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues battling as fiercely as any time the pair had fought with swords. The younger ran her hands up his arms, guiding his hands over his head and using a soft cord to bind them there. He broke the kiss, looking up at her questioningly...but before he could open his mouth to speak, he found himself silenced by a gentle finger over his lips. "You lost...it's my turn tonight."
She slid down his body, her hair tickling his chest and stomach; then finally his inner thighs. The dark lord arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips as her own worked over his flesh. He was ready for her, as he always was. It wasn't long before he was breathily moaning her name, pushing his hips to meet her mouth. Before he could reach his climax, she pulled away. She giggled softly at the needy whimper that followed, sitting up and beginning to slowly pull the makeshift gown away from her body. The man strained beneath her, wanting nothing more than to touch and ravish the expanse of pale flesh being slowly revealed to him. She glowed in the candle-light, a vision of perfection as she lifted herself up and straddled his hips. The soft moan that filled the room echoed his own as she lowered herself down onto his eager body. She lifted herself time and time again, sinking back onto him slowly at first; then gradually moving on him quicker and quicker as she neared her own orgasm. Her hands slipped over her stomach and to her chest, her long fingers massaging and pinching at her breasts and nipples. It wasn't long before their cries sounded through the room, both hitting their peaks at the same time.
She pulled herself off of him, reaching up and untying the cords that held his hands away from her, relaxing into his arms as they came around her. He reached down, pulling the covers over their entwined bodies, cuddling his little love close. He couldn't help but let his thoughts stray back to how they had come to this...his mind attempting to wrap itself around the mystery of how the woman in his arms had gone from hiding from nightmares to falling asleep in post-orgasmic bliss.
The thoughts silenced themselves as she murmered her last words before falling into dreamland.
"I love you."
Suddenly, how things had come to this didn't matter much anymore.
-fin-
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Ugh. Time to make myself a dentist appointment. That was rediculious. >_<;;; I solemnly swear to never write anything of that sort again. *DIES* (Then again, I've said the same thing about 3 other fics. ^^;;; ) Bah.