The Dark Brightness

TITLE: The Dark Brightness
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Yukari/Mitsuru
NOTE: After seeing that the representation of Yukari's inner personality is, essentialy, a woman in chains this fic became kind of inevitable. The fact that her Persona is from the Lovers Arcana is only icing on the cake. The kinky, kinky cake.


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Mitsuru didn't even look up from her book as the moonlight falling in through the window became a diseased green and the rain clattering against her window turned to blood. If she had any feelings at all about her changed surroundings it was a mild annoyance at the fact she wasn't bothered in the slightest. Perhaps humanity's famed adaptability carried a bit too far.

That mild feeling of annoyance, however, was nothing compared to the tension she felt rising in her body. The book she'd been reading so carefully up until the stroke of midnight turned illegible, the words changing into meaningless nonsense in front of her eyes. That wasn't a result of the Dark Hour, of course. Not directly, in any case. Rather it was the overwhelming sense of anticipation that made sure she could no longer focus on anything other than... what was about to happen.

Mitsuru carefully put her book away, then turned to look out the window with unseeing eyes. She tried not to think too much and ignored the soft pleading of her body as much she could. She decided to wait for about five minutes, if such a length of time could be said to exist right now.

It was curious how things changed. The Dark Hour was a threat, a problem to be solved. Or had been. It had ceased being simply the time to head to Tartarus or wherever else the Shadow threat might materialise and had become an opportunity for those things that couldn't survive in the harsh light of day. Or the mild light of the night, for that matter.

Figuring that she'd waited long enough, Mitsuru rose from her chair and opened one of the drawers in her desk. She reached in and took a small key hidden under a pile of paper. It was a completely ordinary key to a completely ordinary room in the dorm building. Most of the time. After putting the key away, Mitsuru took a bag from her closet and left her room.

As expected, the building's hallways were empty. There were no plans for an excursion to Tartarus tonight and full moon was still a few weeks away. Everybody else was probably catching up on their sleep, or perhaps their studies. Regardless, they were not wandering the corridors, which suited Mitsuru just fine.

Mitsuru soon found herself in empty corner of the dorm building, near one of the unused rooms. Even though it was a room like any other, Mitsuru liked to think that it wasn't. That it only existed here during the Dark Hour. She knew it didn't, but thinking about it that way made everything easier somehow. She unlocked the door, slipped inside, and quickly locked the door behind her again. Letting her gaze sweep quickly across the room, she saw the unused bed, a bare desk save for a single key and the empty closet.

And Yukari, kneeling on the floor.

Mitsuru dropped her bag on the floor and walked towards the kneeling brunette, her heeled boots echoing loudly. Even in the strange light of the Dark Hour, it was easy to see that Yukari wore her white collar with the heart-shaped clasp around her neck and the holster holding her Evoker strapped to her thigh. And absolutely nothing else. Mitsuru smiled to herself when she looked around the room again and didn't see the girl's clothes anywhere. It was possible, of course, that Yukari had stowed her clothes in the closet, but Mitsuru liked to think she knew the girl enough to know that wasn't the case.

"So, I see you've been waiting for me," Mitsuru said as she began circling the girl.

"Just like you said," Yukari replied, keeping her eyes on the floor in front of her.

"And my word is law, is it?" Mitsuru asked.

"Yes," Yukari breathed quietly.

"Of course, there is one word that supercedes mine, isn't there?" Mitsuru said. "What was it again?"

"Iwatodai," Yukari replied.

"Good," Mitsuru said, coming to a stop in front of the girl. "Stand."

Yukari obediently got to her feet, showing no hint of emberrassment at the fact that she was now essentially displaying her naked body to Mitsuru. On the contrary, the subtle change in her breathing suggested to the redhead that there was an entirely different emotion stirring in her chest.

"You may undress me."

Yukari set to work taking off Mitsuru's clothes. It was a slow process since the girl carefully folded everything and placed it neatly on the bed. Of course, that was the whole point. Mitsuru rather enjoyed exposing herself slowly and enjoyed Yukari exposing her slowly even more. True, that was a part of her that wanted to strip naked right away and get to business, but it was unsophisticated and primitive and had no place here. Especially not here. Still, Mitsuru couldn't deny a vague feeling of disappointment when Yukari did nothing more than steal a quick glance when she bared her breasts and did nothing at all when she slowly removed her panties.

After folding Mitsuru's panties and placing them on the bed, Yukari stood and waited. Mitsuru still wore her black boots (and her holster, of course), but she'd told the girl a some time ago that she could only remove them when specifically told to. Mitsuru took a perverse pleasure in wearing something that was objectively quite large, but still be functionally naked at the same time.

Mitsuru turned to the bag she'd brought with her and opened it. She let her eyes wander over the obscene instruments within for a few moments before deciding on just a couple. Apparently, she was in a rather... simple mood tonight.

"Take your key," she said.

Mitsuru watched Yukari snatch her key off the desk and tremble slightly in anticipation. Yukari knew full well that Mitsuru loved to hear her scream with pleasure, but was a bit less pleased with the noise she made when the redhead submerged her in depraved agony. It wasn't that Mitsuru became upset at the sounds of Yukari's lustful pain, it was simply that she was always so much louder during those times there was a good chance people in the dorm would wake up. So when Mitsuru approached her obviously holding the pink ball-gag in one hand while taking the bag along in the other, she could see the girl becoming more aroused with every step she took, her pussy beginning to glisten beautifully in the moon's sick light.

"Open your mouth," Mitsuru instructed as she casually threw her bag to the floor so that some of its sinful contents spilled out.

Yukari dutifully let herself be gagged, her chest beginning to heave more noticeably as Mitsuru closed the strap.

"Hold your hands up."

Again Yukari obeyed quickly and quietly. Mitsuru knelt down to rummage in her bag since the shackles she wanted to use hadn't fallen out. As she did so, her face became invitingly close to Yukari's willing pussy. It wouldn't take much to reach out and taste her again, to feel her body squirm on her tongue. It was a tempting thought, but it would have to wait.

After taking a deep breath, Mitsuru came up holding the shackles. She efficiently closed them around Yukari's wrists, then threw the chain up onto the hook in the ceiling that hadn't been there some weeks ago.

Mitsuru took a step back to take in the view. Yukari was bound, gagged, naked and completely helpless. And so very beautiful. She always was, in some way, but chains really brought it out in her. And the effect was made all the more powerful because it had been Yukari who'd first suggested they'd start... experimenting... like this. Now they had a whole bag Mitsuru could use to adorn her with pain and force her body into depraved stillness. But Mitsuru preferred to see Yukari like this, if only because there was more of her to see. Besides, there was something... elegant about restraining her using only minimal means.

Still, looking at Yukari wasn't exactly what Mitsuru had in mind for tonight. As long as Yukari held on to her key, Mitsuru could do pretty much whatever she wanted with her body. So she knelt before the brunette's bound body and looked up at her glimmering lust. She smiled to herself, then kissed her slit. Mitsuru heard the weak little moan get smothered by the pink gag and she noticed Yukari's body begin wriggling feebly as though she couldn't make up her mind whether she wanted to retreat away from Mitsuru's lips or give in to them. Not that she had any choice in the matter.

Mitsuru rained little kisses up and down Yukari's slit, feeling her wetness staining her lips. Yukari began squirming, her desire for Mitsuru's lips becoming clearer by the moment. Mitsuru had always loved the way Yukari reacted to her mouth. There was something so endearingly cute about it. Of course, her whines and moans were very enjoyable as well, but tonight the gag robbed her of that little pleasure.

Or perhaps not. Yukari no doubt expected her to tease her, to feed her arousal until it burned her, to pleasure her just enough to make her yearn for an orgasm that would never come. It was possible Yukari expected her to demand her to beg for release and cruelly ignore the fact that the gag and chains prevented her from suitably grovelling at her feet so she could tease her for the entire Hour and perhaps even send her away frustrated and unsatisfied, consumed with a lust Mitsuru would refuse to let her quench on her own.

Well, if that was what Yukari expected (and it was not an unreasonable expectation), Mitsuru was going to disappoint her. After teasing her pussy for a while longer, Mitsuru kissed her deeply, driving her tongue into her. Yukari's body shook with pleasure and the remnants of a loud moan of lust managed to make it past her gag. The muffled sound was music to Mitsuru's ears and she let her tongue travel around inside Yukari, lapping eagerly at her juices and aiming for those spots where she knew Yukari was most sensitive.

Mitsuru reached up and put her hands on Yukari's hips to steady the girl's writhing body. For a moment she idly wondered if she should've used a few more restraints, but then decided to be selfish. It was so much more enjoyable to her if Yukari could move even as she couldn't. She found beauty in the lustful writhing of the brunette's pleasured body even if the girl herself didn't see it. So she continued kissing the girl's slit and let her tongue drive her to further heights of pleasure.

But not too high, of course. Not yet. Truth be told, Mitsuru prefered using her mouth to drive Yukari to orgasm only when there were no chains or toys. When it was just the two of them in a single bed. Prefered it so much, in fact, that she sometimes played with the idea of going down on the girl outside of the Dark Hour.

Mitsuru pushed that thought from her head and concentrated on what she was doing. If she didn't she might cause Yukari to climax prematurely and she certainly didn't want that to happen. Letting her tongue roam the girl's inner walls, she poised to her senses to the girl's writhing and bucking, to the sounds dying behind the gag, even to the jangling of the chains. When she judged Yukari close to coming, she withdrew.

Yukari slumped, her head falling down, her breasts heaving as she breathed in deeply through her nose. It wasn't unexpected. Yukari had an immense threshold for pain, but pleasure always took so much out of her. Mitsuru never knew if she should pity her for that or envy her. Shrugging that thought away, Mitsuru moved so that she was behind the girl before reaching into her bag. She wanted to give Yukari a bit of time to recover, but more importantly she didn't want Yukari to know what she was doing. Knowing the girl, she probably hoped for something painful, something that would snap her out of her haze of lust and force into the here-and-now in the most accute way possible. She'd be disappointed.

Mitsuru fished her black strap-on out of the bag and spent some time putting it on. The dildo was strictly one way, but the inside was still designed so her clit would be stimulated when she fucked someone with it. It wasn't Mitsuru's favourite toy, but it would do.

Seeing Yukari right herself insofar as she could, Mitsuru placed herself behind the girl. She wrapped her hands around the fake cock and guided it across Yukari's wet slit. Yukari squirmed, rubbing herself against the dildo as best she could and spreading her juices across its smooth surface. Mitsuru moved slowly and carefully, watching the arousal that had barely had the time to die down flare again inside Yukari's body.

As Mitsuru watched Yukari slick her fake cock with her own fluids, a thought came to her. She smiled wickedly and slowly drew the black dildo away from the brunette's slit. A moment after that, she delighted in seeing Yukari's body freeze with a shiver as she lightly pressed the toy against the girl's rear entrance.

Mitsuru leaned in so she could whisper into Yukari's ear. "I've never taken you there before, have I?" she said. "So what do you think? Should I take that virginity as well?"

Yukari didn't reply, though her body spoke of fear and desire.

"Well, perhaps not tonight," Mitsuru said. "When I claim that last part of your body, I'd like to hear your reaction, whatever it might be."

Mitsuru moved quickly, before her words had time to sink in, and plunged her fake cock into Yukari's pussy. The brunette's body tensed and she almost managed to shriek in response to the invasion. She recovered quickly enough, but Mitsuru made sure to keep up the pace so that she would never be quite ready for her thrusts. If the redhead hadn't tired her before with her tongue, Yukari would have been able to respond. Even chained she would've been able to adjust enough to create a kind of mutual motion of pleasure. As it was, Mitsuru had made sure the brunette could do nothing but stand there and let her body be fucked by her. Even the knowledge that Yukari's experience of pleasure could often be a bit different from that of most people did little to relieve the guilt Mitsuru felt about that. On the other hand, the unending stream of moans that managed to just barely overcome the pink gag did quite a lot to ease her conscience.

As she continued fucking Yukari, Mitsuru found herself forced to fight against her own body. With every thrust, the redhead became more stimulated and felt pleasure beginning to fill her. But unlike the helpless Yukari, Mitsuru couldn't just give in and surrender herself to her feelings. She was the one in control, after all, and that included having to be in control of herself.

Fortunately, it didn't seem like she would have to fight herself for very long. Yukari's body shuddered uncontrollably as pleasure danced through her. Mitsuru sank her fake cock into her completely in the certain knowledge that the brunette could take it. Once she'd penetrated her completely, her thrusts became shorter and quicker, keeping as much of the dildo inside Yukari as she could, pushing her closer to the edge with every short burst.

Yukari seemingly went berserk, pulling hard on her chain as though trying to escape and let her body vent some of the pleasure rapidly reaching critical mass inside of her. But the shackles refused to break, leaving her with only one single means of release.

When Mitsuru saw what happend she leaned in and embraced Yukari from behind, pulling her naked body against hers. The brunette convulsed in her arms as she came and a powerful orgasm tore through her. The redhead held the gagged girl carefully, almost gently, as Yukari succumbed to the pleasure.

When it was over, Mitsuru carefully let go of Yukari and pulled out of her. She took off her strap-on and tossed it aside, forgetting it almost instantly. Yukari could clean it up later, after all, and there were more important things to worry about right now. She moved in front of the girl and saw her still clinging to consciousness, if only barely. Mitsuru could see there was no strength left in her and that only the shackles kept her from falling to the ground.

Mitsuru carefully removed the ball-gag and politely ignored the drool Yukari couldn't stop from falling from her mouth. Then she reached up and removed the girl's shackles. Yukari fell into her arms, but Mitsuru had been prepared for that and carefully lowered them both to the ground. Soon she was kneeling on the floor, Yukari's head in her lap. Seeing the girl's tired smile, Mitsuru felt moved to stroke her hair. Yukari sighed contently and closed her eyes.

There were still things to do, of course. Messes to clean up, rooms to get back to, that sort of thing. But, Mitsuru felt, while she and Yukari were here like this, those things could wait.