Title: Bloodlines
Authors: Nephitari Champion and Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics.
Star Wars belongs to George Lucas and a lot of other people, who would probably
skin me alive if they saw my fanfic. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing
fanfiction belongs to us under international copyright laws and taking it is
plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness and Neph bow*
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics
if a pokemon talks
Warnings: AU, Het, GSA, Mind Control, BDSM, toys, torture
Red sat miserably in her cell. All right, cell was not quite the right word since it was more of an elaborate suite, but the doors were all locked. She sighed as she sat on the bed, wondering what was in store for her. She hoped that the droids had gotten the Death Star plans safely to Orre...
She hadn’t expected this to happen, but that damned Dark Lord had hijacked her spaceship! Red didn't know what he would do. She didn’t know who he was, really. No one had ever seen his face. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t heard the stories…
The Dark Lord was a dangerous man.
She sighed. “I don't like this one bit.”
Lance stalked down the hall, his cloak swishing behind him. He palmed the door to her cell open and stepped inside.
Red looked up with defiance sparking in her eyes. She wouldn't tell him anything!
He smirked from behind his mask. "Lady Red. How nice to see you."
"You won't be getting anything out of me." She told him.
"As it is, I don't really need to get anything out of you." Lance purred.
She eyed him suspiciously. She didn't like the way he said that at all!
Lance lifted his mask.
Red gasped. He looked young! And he had such beautiful golden eyes. Then she shook her head. She shouldn't be thinking like that! He was her enemy! She glared at him.
Lance knelt down and kissed her hand. He was very good at emotional manipulation, and it did not need to be verbal.
She swiftly pulled it away from him. “Don't think you're getting anything from me, Dark Lord!”
She slapped him across the face.
"That wasn't very nice." Lance sighed.
Red was furious with herself. She was supposed to be calm! Still, the man was infuriating!
He stood gracefully, his long black cloak swirling around him. “I suppose you do not wish to have dinner with me tonight then.”
“I don't do dinner with people like you.” She spat.
"And here I was trying to be civil." He said mournfully. Red yelped as a sudden unseen force pinned her against the bed.
She glowered at him, seething silently.
Lance kept his arms crossed. Red began to breathe heavily as sensual thoughts filled her mind. What was going on here?
Red shook her head, trying to clear it. The images wouldn't stop though... and suddenly, she saw herself naked before him, eagerly taking him...
She shook her head again. What was he doing? But she couldn't seem to snap out of it, and she was getting very wet.
She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head again, not daring to meet his eyes.
Lance smirked. He doubted she had very many defenses of this type. Pain was one way to break a prisoner, but pleasure could work as well, and the Princess was a very beautiful woman…
Her strong exterior most likely held a fragile heart. He knew the type – if he could exploit it to his advantage, there would be no need to kill her.
Red's hands drifted down as she began to masturbate, the pictures still dancing. She imagined herself kneeling on her hands and knees before him, as he dominated her utterly. She quickly pulled her hands away. No! He was the enemy! There was no reason for her to become aroused in his presence! But... her body wasn't listening... she shuddered as she climaxed, throwing her head back.
Lance admired her pale throat as she panted for breath, and the curve of her breasts through the thin white fabric of her gown.
She didn't want this! She struggled hard, but the images wouldn't stop, and they kept arousing her. She kept her mouth closed and tried to keep her hands away.
Lance was very amused. The Princess seemed to be fighting his mental suggestions, but she would give in eventually. He locked the neural loop tight and left the room, leaving Red lost in her sensations. She didn't even notice him leaving.
She curled up into a fetal position. No! She wouldn't give in!
She had to be strong...
She was not going to betray her cause just for sex! She could have any man she wanted! The Dark Lord held no interest for her! But no matter how hard she tried to hide the truth, she was a diplomat not a fighter!
And she had definitely never dealt with this kind of an assault before…
Lance left her alone for five days. He made sure that the droids kept her hydrated, and fed her nutrient broth while she was unable to take care of herself.
The scenarios danced and spun. He took her in her bedroom at home, in the forests, in front of her friends…
He could be very creative when he needed to be.
By the time he returned, he saw that Red was lying limply in bed. She was still fighting his manipulation, though her will was much weaker. She had quite a fiery spirit. He liked that.
Lance ran his gloved fingertips over her swollen sex.
Red shook her head again, weakly. She wouldn't give up!
Still, she couldn't help juicing at his touch... it was just biological, right?
Her beautiful eyes were glazed already. Lance bent down and kissed her, feather-light. Poor Red's mind was still fighting, but her body had given up. She had torn her gown to shreds in her sexual frenzy hours ago. He admired her beautiful body, cupping her breasts.
She also had beautiful golden eyes, like his. Exotic. Maybe he should bring her to the Dark. He could use a Dark Lady to stand at his side...
Red arched into Lance's touch as he stroked her hard nipples. Her mind had finally given in. His presence overwhelmed her completely…
“Do you want me?” Lance asked.
"...Yes..." It was barely a whisper.
"How much?" Lance coaxed with a dark smirk on his lips.
Red's eyes turned to him. "... I don't know..."
He leaned forwards and kissed her. “Do you hate me?”
"...No…" Red pillowed her head against his chest, one hand sliding down to rest between his legs. "Want you..."
Lance's smirk grew darker.
“More than your freedom?” He taunted.
"...Yes..."
"More than your precious Rebellion?" He continued, as she undid his lacings, laying her small hand on his cock.
"Yes..." Red's eyes were dilated with lust as she rubbed Lance's hard-on.
Lance smiled. “Ah, Princess… You desire to submit to me wholly, don't you?”
"Yes."
“You want to be my slave, my queen…”
"Yes."
"Then tell me what you want." Lance commanded.
“I want you.... In me.” Red breathed, staring up at him.
"Like this?" Lance slid her hands off of him and parted her legs.
Red nodded. She screamed in ecstasy when he broke her, enjoying the pain immensely. Oh, but she wanted this! She wanted him to utterly dominate her and punish her and rape her and… She would do whatever he asked of her.
Lance enjoyed her surrender almost as much as the sex as he drove deep inside of her. He would have to do something about the glaze in her eyes though. He watched as she shivered, enjoying his hot cum filling her. Her eyes got slightly less muzzy as she climaxed. Interesting.
Red looked up at him differently, blinking slightly.
Lance wondered if she would push him away.
Instead, she reached for him. “The real thing is so much better than those dreams and fantasies...”
Lance smirked slightly.
“I love you in me...”
Lance pinched her nipples in a painfully hard grip.
Red gasped.
“So you like pain, Princess?”
"Yes." Her eyes were clearer.
Lance used the Force to tighten her opening, watching as blood ran down her thighs, his engorged organ still inside of her.
Her eyes were almost clear of the glaze.
He kissed her, biting her lip hard.
Red’s eyes cleared completely. Lance licked the blood off her mouth, watching her.
For a few moments, she panted quietly, as if she were coming out of a dream. Perhaps it was, but he wondered if she would prefer this sexual nightmare she had awoken to. After all, he had just deflowered her.
Would she panic?
She only cuddled closer to him.
"Mmm…" Red mewled.
"I am raping you." Lance pointed out, bucking his hips and causing her to bleed more.
“But I belong to you…”
"Ahh..." Lance grinned. He pulled out of her body. "So this belongs to me?" He pointed to her bleeding opening.
Red nodded.
Lance slid a hand along the curve of her back, pushing her down. "Then I want you to lick yourself."
Obediently, the Princess began to do so. Tasting her own blood was... strange for lack of a better word. Still, she sucked harder, eyes widening when Lance's semen joined the mixture. Oh, she liked that...
Red didn't know that she was using the Force to aid her movements. She just knew that the dark pleasure felt good, and she wanted more. She slipped her tongue deep inside, wanting more of Lance's jizz.
Lance's eyebrows went up when he felt a change in the Force. Was Red using it? She did have a strong will, so perhaps being Force-sensitive should not be that much of a surprise. He focused on her with his own ability.
Red purred. She uncoiled and gazed up at Lance. Lance smirked. So, she was definitely tainted with Dark Force... This... He could work with...
The Princess was radiating submissive intent. Lance kissed her again, biting down lightly on her tongue.
Yes... He would teach her... And she would be his!
"You are mine." Lance told her.
Red only nodded.
No need to tell his 'Master' about Red's ability. The man would want her for himself. All the Jedi were long dead, in any case. And her aura felt quite like his. It would be easy to mask.
She would be his Dark Lady, then. There was no danger in that.
Having decided on his course of action, Lance held out his hands, forming a thick dildo. Red blinked.
The Dark Lord smirked. "You want to taste me, don't you? But I bet you won't be satisfied with that. I'm going to rape you with this while you suck me..."
Red only looked up at him.
Lance grinned as she leaned forwards and ran her tongue over the tip of his penis. Red cried out in surprise as the dildo rammed itself into her ass.
That... was...
< Do you like it, slut? >
Red blinked. Then she nodded. Somehow, the thought of being his whore... she liked it a lot. She lovingly continued to blow him, as the dildo pumped her, each movement incredibly painful. But she really liked it! The pain was so good…
Lance grinned. He could see her Dark energy rising. He'd have to keep her for a few more weeks, but he was confident.
The Dark Lord relaxed as he came in her mouth again, Red greedily slurping up his juices. Yes ...She would be his Dark Lady. She was a Princess, after all. She knew how to act in public... and in private...
Lance pulled Red onto his lap.
Red looked up at him with curiosity, but no fear.
Lance slid inside of her pussy again, not stopping the dildo's movements, as he kissed her forcefully, drawing blood.
Her eyes went wide as both of her orifices were filled.
< You like being stretched and split open, don't you? >
< Yes. > The girl admitted.
Well, that was new. Red wasn't sure how she knew, but she reached out and touched Lance's mind, hesitantly. She shivered at the feeling of his power against hers. It felt like she was naked in the dark, and his eyes were watching her... She, she liked it.
< You want to be watched... >
< Yes... >
< I could take you in front of
your precious Rebel
Red didn't know what her feelings
for the
< I could parade you for my entire crew naked and on a leash... >
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Wanting to see if he would.
Lance was holding a thin needle in his hands. < Or pierce you... >
Red blinked.
He pinned her down and slid the needle through one of her nipples. Red moaned, though whether from the pain or the pleasure she knew not. They were one and the same to her now. Lance then did the same to the other, before putting silver hoops through her nipples and running a chain between them.
Next, he came up with a pair of dark red leather cuffs that went on her wrists. These also had chains that could be attached to her nipple rings.
Red watched his hands.
Lance grinned at her. "Like them?"
Red looked up at him. "Yes I do."'
Lance played with her for a while longer, and Red slept very well that night.
She had wholly given up on her fight now… the Dark bond sparkled between them, lust and passion tying them together in a delicious mix.
She would never resist him again.
End Chapter
Started 10/16/07
Completed 10/17/07
Admittedly, I feel sorry for Red, but she’s not used to sexual submission, or resisting it. Lance is very wicked!
Red: *Blush*
Phantomness: ^^
And this is completely and wholly NOT what I wanted in Star Wars, though I would have liked Luke/Leia… yes indeed.