Innocent Corruption

TITLE: Innocent Corruption
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Christie/Kokoro
NOTE: This bit of completely random pr0n is little more than my attempt to break through a rather annoying writer's block.


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Christie didn't expect the unexpected. In her opinion, people who went through life expecting the unexpected simply didn't do enough planning. Nevertheless, even she had to admit that sometimes certain events occurred that could not be predicted. Two of them had actually happened to her in the last few days, much to her mild surprise.

She had gone to 'New Zack Island' simply because she'd been in need of a vacation anyway and isolated tropical islands suited her. She didn't much care for people other than as a source of money or occassional temporary entertainment and visiting an island where everybody knew who and what she was guaranteed some quality solitude.

Unfortunately, her alone time hadn't lasted very long. On the very first day of her vacation Kokoro had approached her, telling her how this was her first time in the tropics and asking her if she would like to show her around. The question had surprised her. She was fairly certain Kokoro knew what her profession was and while there were probably a few women on the island who wouldn't mind the company of an assassin she didn't think the Japanese girl would have been one of them. In the end, curiosity had got the better of her and Christie had agreed to take Kokoro along for a while.

In hindsight, that might have been a mistake. Things had kept becoming... different... ever since she'd taken that contract on Helena. She still didn't fully understand why the thought of anyone laying a hand on the woman had become so distasteful. Clearly it was unwise to get too close to anyone, so allowing Kokoro to accompany her was blatantly foolish. Nevertheless, she was... glad... that she'd decided to take her with her. She didn't understand that either.

What was clear to her was that Kokoro actually liked her. Even more baffling, it seemed the girl trusted her. Up until now, only her targets had ever trusted her and that trust had always ended fatally. She'd even gone so far as to point that fact out to the girl, but she just smiled and told her that only made her trust her more. The only conclusion Christie could draw was that Kokoro was either a complete moron or saw something in her she was certain wasn't there. Well, fairly certain anyway.

In any case, Christie figured, so long as the girl trusted her she might as well try and have some fun with her.

It was the early afternoon of a nice day on New Zack Island when Christie found Kokoro lounging near the pool where they'd agreed to meet. She wore high heels, a large white swimsuit covered in rose patterns and a translucent white towel around her waist. Christie couldn't help but feel that the girl was overdressed, especially when compared to the few strings of black beads that dared call itself a swimsuit she was wearing. People might say that some things were best left to the imagination, but Christie had never been one of those.

"Morning," Christie said.

Kokoro looked up, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun, and smiled that beautiful, innocent smile. "Good morning. I was already waiting for you."

"I noticed," said Christie. "Shall we get going?"

"Of course," said Kokoro, standing up. "I see you liked my gift."

Christie looked down at the sketch drawing set she was holding under one arm. "I did. And I intend to put it to good use."

"I'm glad to hear that," Kokoro said. "So what are you going to draw?"

"You," Christie replied. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all."

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"This should be a good spot," Christie said.

They were in a deep part of the jungle, life humming and buzzing in the bushes around them in the treetops high above. Christie liked it because it was a very secluded little spot. It was the kind of place where she could bury a body without having to worry about anyone finding it before she was several countries away.

"It's beautiful here," Kokoro said, looking around in what might have been awe.

"That too, I suppose," said Christie.

"So, would you like me to pose now?" Kokoro asked.

Christie looked at her. There was an... eagerness in her voice she couldn't quite place. It sounded a bit peculiar coming from her.

"That was the idea," she said.

"Alright then."

In one fluid motion, Kokoro undid the towel around her waist and let it fall. Before Christie could even blink she had already begun undoing her swimsuit. A few moments later it too was on the ground.

"You don't have much shame, do you?" Christie said once she'd managed to pull herself together.

"Only around certain people," said Kokoro.

Christie felt flattered and then wondered why.

"I don't think this will do," she said to stop herself from thinking any further.

She reached into her bag and took out a small silver tiara. Moving with deliberate care, she placed it in Kokoro's black hair.

"There," she said. "Princess of the jungle."

"Thanks," said Kokoro. "Where do you want me?"

"Why don't you lean against that tree?" Christie said. "And make yourself comfortable. This might take a while."

Following Christie's instruction, Kokoro went and stood against a nearby tree. She leaned back slightly, seemingly presenting her bare breasts to Christie by probable accident, and closed her eyes as she turned her face to the sun.

Christie sat down on a convenient rock and watched her. She was probably supposed to view Kokoro's mostly naked body with a kind of artistic detachment, but she had some difficulty with that. The sight of the girl enchanted her. Even naked in the open Kokoro wasn't very sexual. Or at least not in a way Christie recognised. But she was at ease with herself. Here she was, naked in the presence of another, and she didn't appear to think much of it. Strange.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Christie opened her new sketchbook and went to work committing Kokoro's body to paper. She knew she had some talent for it, but she lacked practice. After a few false starts and a lott of mental cursing, Christie entered a kind of groove and kept sketching, interrupting herself only to glance up briefly at her subject before continuing.

She looked up when she heard Kokoro sigh. She was about to ask if the girl was bored when she noticed she wasn't. Kokoro's hand had both been on her stomach, but now one of them was moving.

It was probably the sun, Christie considered, shining down on her, warming her body, setting her thoughts adrift and allowing the rest of the world to fade away. She propably wasn't completely aware of what she was doing, knowing only that she felt good.

Regardless of the reasons, Kokoro's right hand slipped between her legs. She gasped a little when she first caressed her slit, but then sighed contently and continued caressing herself.

Christie put aside her sketchbook and looked at the girl. If she were a good friend she would probably have spoken up or something to remind Kokoro that she wasn't alone. But she wasn't that good a friend. Besides, she enjoyed watching the Japanese girl masturbate almost as much as she seemed to enjoy masturbating, so why spoil it for the both of them?

Kokoro kept rubbing herself, apparently without any kind of technique in mind. Christie couldn't see what she was doing as well as she would have liked, but she was fairly confident Kokoro made no real attempt to finger her clit or enter herself or whatever else would give her the most pleasure. Instead she stroked herself lazily in a way so that it would take hours for her to reach an orgasm, if she was going to reach one at all. But perhaps that was the point. Perhaps Kokoro intended to enjoy herself for a while rather than race towards a quick release.

Christie bit her bottom lip and resisted to urge to begin touching herself as well. Even though she wanted to more and more, she was well aware that unlike Kokoro she didn't have the patience for such quiet enjoyment. The moment she let her fingers slip into her growing wetness she would finger herself quickly and efficiently. She'd probably come in a matter of minutes. Worse, she'd make enough noise to wake Kokoro up and she wasn't about to let that happen. So she ignored the increasingly louder screams of her own body in favour of taking in the sights just a little longer.

Kokoro turned her head and opened her eyes. They were filled with lust, but still clear.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Christie got off her rock and kneeled in front of the girl. Kokoro covered her slit completely with her hand, but her juices were oozing between her fingers. Looking up into Kokoro's dark eyes, Christie took the girl's wrist and guided the girl's messy hand to her lips. Kokoro gasped audibly when Christie's tongue poked out of her mouth and licked her fingers. The girl's fluids didn't really taste any better or worse than those of any of the other women Christie had ever been with, yet she enjoyed cleaning Kokoro's hand a lot more than she otherwise would. Perhaps it was the arousal she could see growing more and more in the girl's eyes every time her tongue dragged across her skin. Perhaps it were her cute little gasps.

Once she had finished with the girl's hand, Christie leaned in between her legs. She inhaled deeply, curiously enjoying Kokoro's intoxicating scent. Then she leaned in just a little further and kissed her.

Kokoro moaned deliciously when her lips brushed against her folds. Christie parted her lips and caressed the girl with her tongue. She wasn't at all surprised when she soon found the girl's juices flowing into her mouth. Her idle masturbation combined, perhaps, with the excitement of her exhibitionism had left the girl very wet indeed. Christie wondered how quickly she could get the girl off, if she really tried. Less than a minute, most likely. Not that she was going to. She might not have had patience when it came to her own body, but those of others she was inclined to enjoy for as long as she could. And she really enjoyed Kokoro's. She'd postpone the girl's orgasm for as long as she could. Though the way the girl's moans became louder and louder and her body began shuddering in response to her affectionate tonguelashings Kokoro might not have lasted as long as she liked.

Better make the most of it then.

When her tongue snaked into Kokoro, Christie was immediately rewarded with lustful scream and a positive gush of her liquid into her mouth. It was delightful how wet and messy she was and Christie eagerly drank from her. She felt Kokoro begin writhing on her tongue as it lapped at her inner walls and she wondered if it was a conscious attempt to increase her pleasure or if base animal lust had taken control of her young body. Both options suited Christie just fine.

Christie felt a slender hand grab her short hair and her face was all but shoved against Kokoro's dripping pussy, her tongue driving into her even further. The assassin usually resented anyone to control anything she was doing, but she was willing to let Kokoro get away with it. For now. She drank deeply from the girl, her moans music in her ears. But Christie soon noticed that there were words hidden inbetween the moans. She wasn't in any position to listen carefully, but it seemed to her Kokoro had begun babbling randomly and incoherently. Christie would have allowed herself a small smile if her lips hadn't been pressed so tightly against the girl's pussy. It would seem she had so filled the girl with pleasure she had taken leave of her senses.

It wasn't the first time anyone had so surrendered their bodies to her touch. She usually thought less of such people for losing the last little shred of their control. Yet somehow the idea that had allowed not just her body, but her very being to become centered around her tongue didn't make her think less of her. A worrying little thought at the back of her mind suggested that it was because it had been Kokoro's decision to give herself so completely to her instead of having been captured by her skilled attentions.

Christie pulled her head back slightly, meeting no resistance from the hand still holding her hair, Kokoro's juices trickling from the sides of her mouth. The girl's moans stopped briefly and she breathed sharply and shallowly in an instinctual attempt to catch her breath. Not that Christie was about to give her the time she would need for that. She leaned in quickly, closed her lips around Kokoro's clit and dragged her tongue across it.

Kokoro's scream pierced the jungle. Her body shook violently and she pulled hard on Christie's hair. Christie ignored the sudden pain and continued to attend to the girl's clit throughout her orgasm. Kokoro screamed and screamed and screamed and then fell completely silent. Her body went completely limp and she would have fallen to the ground if Christie hadn't been quick enough to catch her.

Christie carefully put Kokoro down on her back and lay down next to her. With the silver tiara adorning her hair Kokoro looked like Sleeping Beauty. By extension that made her the Wicked Witch. That was a nice thought, really. Especially since she'd be there when she'd come to and not Prince Charming.

The assassin kept watching the girl's face and felt... what? Something in her chest, something she didn't have a word for. Something she sometimes felt near Helena as well. She should probably feel worried about it, but she couldn't bring herself to. Not when Kokoro was here looking so... peaceful.

Kokoro opened her eyes, turned to look at her and smiled like an angel. She reached up to caress Christie's cheek, then lifted herself to kiss her. It was a bizarre kiss. It was soft and affectionate without a single hint of desire or lust. Christie couldn't remember ever having been kissed like that.

"Well now," Christie said once their lips parted. "Here I was thinking you were just an innocent little kitten."

Kokoro smiled at her. "What makes you think I'm not?"