Yay for championshipping

Yay for championshipping!

Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Even more sex and BDSM…

Chapter 2

Several months passed. Lance was very pleased – Red was pure dark now, and it flared every time they made love. She looked up when he came into her room. She understood why she couldn't be out there with him...

Lance kissed her tenderly, before pinning her down and thrusting into her, breaking her hymen again. < Hello, Red. >

< Hello, My Lord. > Red enjoyed his greeting very much.

< So wet for me, My Lady? >

< Always, My Lord... >

She squeezed her folds around him, enjoying his hard length inside of her. Red doubted anyone else could satisfy her. Besides, he would kill anyone who tried to touch her. She smiled.

Ooh... that made her even wetter...

Lance thrust again and Red giggled delightedly as she climaxed. < Love you~! >

Red smiled.

Lance licked her throat. < Red, they are coming for you. >

< Let them, we have plans in place right? > Her golden eyes glittered.

< Oh yes. > Lance smiled. < You can play the victim so charmingly, after all. They will find you unguarded and brutally raped and take you home. >

Red smirked and touched his mind with hers.

< Thank you. >

Red licked her lips. < So, about me being brutally raped... >

< I'd better get to work… >

She watched as Lance got out lots of toys. She was going to really enjoy this! Lance smirked and flicked his fingers revealing his steel nail guards long enough to be claws. He pinned her down and ran the sharp metal across her puffy cunt lips.

She screamed in pleasure. She wasn't even that surprised when Lance jammed his hand inside of her, tearing her open. Red shivered in delight.

Lance clawed her madly, leaving blood all over her body even as she orgasmed again and again.

< When will they get here, My Lord? > She asked, delightedly.

< In about two days... >

< Then we can play until then? >

< Certainly, My Lady... >

Red beamed.

Lance took off his claw guards. He picked up a whip. She purred at the sight of it.

Lance curled the whip expertly around one breast, leaving a long streak of blood.

< Mm, I hope you leave lots of marks on me... >

< Oh, I will, My Lady... I will... > After all, better make it convincing...

< They don't know about our stamina. It'll seem like many men raped you... >

Red nodded. < Yes! The poor defenseless Princess used as a whore for several weeks on end... > She smirked. < Oh, the tragedy! >

< Exactly. > Lance smiled. < You can illusion the older bruises? >

< Of course, My Lord. >

She thoroughly enjoyed Lance's whipping too. Red loved the Dark power that flowed through them every time they had sex. Just thinking about it made her shiver.

Lance held out the whip, command clear.

Red began to lick her own blood off while Lance began to piston in and out of her twat. < Mm… >

< I'm going to cum in all of your holes... >

Red smiled.

< Fill you with my sperm... >

Lance grinned. Red's eyes widened when she felt him flooding her cunt with fluid. Ooh, he wasn't kidding.

Lance pulled out and then took out a spiked dildo, shoving it into Red's body to keep anything from leaking out. She shivered.

Lance walked over to their toy box, taking out a wooden paddle. He walloped Red hard on the ass.

Red gasped.

< Slut. > Lance sent, slapping her.

< But I'm your slut, My Lord... >

< Yes. > Lance agreed. < Slave-queen of mine... >

Red's butt was getting very red from all of Lance's paddling. She looked back at him with a wicked grin on her face.

< What are you thinking now? >

She rather liked the idea of him actually putting the whip in her.

Lance grinned. With a motion, he drove the handle into her ass.

Red lit up.

< I'm going to put it down your throat next... > Lance said. He began to tit-fuck her.

< Please do... > Red wriggled happily as the whip began to pump in and out of her while Lance abused her breasts. She hummed in delight.

Lance came twice, covering her front with his spunk.

< All right! > She chirped eagerly.

< Don't worry, love. > Lance reassured her, pulling the whip out and shoving it down her throat, as he promised. < I'll let you eat me as much as you want. >

< I'm going to make the Rebel Alliance think you were our whore for months, Princess. You'll be so full of my seed in all orifices that you'll look pregnant... >

Red laughed delightedly around the whip in her throat.

< You won't be able to move on your own when I’m finished with you, my precious. You'll be that tired from my ministrations... >

Lance nudged his hard-on against Red's crack.

< Bring. It. On... >

That was the only warning Red got before Lance began battering her asshole.

Red felt like she was creaming herself with every motion. Of course he wouldn't... it was part of their show for the Alliance...

Lance rubbed her stomach. < Are you starting to feel full? >

< Yes, My Lord. >

< Looks like we still have a ways to go... >

Red nodded. Oh, but she did so love playing with Lance. She could happily spend the rest of her life on her back, or on her knees, or pressed up against a wall for him...

Lance got up and grabbed several more dildos. Red winced slightly at the feeling. She was used to taking him, but him and two dildos at the same time was a lot!

But as his Dark Lady and Queen, there would be things preventing her from that sort of lifestyle... Still, that didn't mean they could have fun every night once business was finished.

She could hardly wait! Why had she been fighting, anyways?

Lance was her soul mate. She was destined to be with him. They fit together so well. She had never felt so much love or lust for anyone else, ever.

Lance grabbed her hair, tipping her head back and kissing her savagely as he continued to piston in and out. The dildos didn't stop either. She knew that her body was split wide open, could feel the frigid air on her exposed, bloody tissues...

She loved every second of it...

Red idly wondered if Lance spent his free time buying sex toys. She giggled at the image of the formidable Dark Lord sneaking into little shops on various worlds.

< Imp. > Lance sent, though it was fond. He bit her throat.

< But I'm your Imp. >

< Exactly. >

She giggled.

Their lovemaking continued until a bare half hour before the Rebel ships were to arrive. Red kissed him tenderly when they parted.

< Time to give them a good show, ne? >

Lance chuckled. < Yes. >

< I’ll make you proud, My Lord. >

Richie peered into the room, sighing in relief when he saw the Princess alone, sprawled out on a bed. However, when he got a closer look, he froze. Her left hand looked broken, and she was covered with blood, bruises, and dried gunk.

She was curled into a ball. This was his sister? Poor girl! What horrors she must have endured during her captivity!

"Princess?"

Red opened her eyes. They shot towards him, gleaming with fright. "D-Don't..."

He blinked.

"D-Don't hurt me..."

Richie swallowed. "I'm not a Storm trooper." He said. "I'm Richie Skywalker, and I'm here to rescue you. Can you stand?" He took off his helmet.

Red shook her head. "I think one of my ankles is broken..."

The Jedi-in-training frowned. He tried to pick her up using the Force, but did not have enough skill to do so. Where were the others?

Just then, two more men dressed as Storm troopers rushed in. Red shrank away from them.

“Richie, we have to go! The Dark Lord saw Jedi Master Oak!”

"My sister can't stand." Richie whispered. "She thinks one of her ankles is broken. What should we do?"

Red reached out and touched Lance’s mind. < Where are you? >

< A bit... busy. > Lance sent. Red saw flashes of light in her mind. Lance was dueling Oak, but he was winning.

Bruno sighed. "I'm strong. I'll carry her."

"Thank you." Richie watched Bruno pick Red up.

A strong Dark ripple suddenly went through the Force.

She nodded mentally and pulled back, shivering. It had been strong enough for her to pretend to feel it.

< He's dead. > Lance sounded satisfied.

They ran down the hall to the ship, avoiding the blaster bolts from the real Storm troopers. Lance approached the hanger just as they closed the hatch of their ship and took off, streaking into hyperspace.

“Phew. We made it...” Eusine gasped, as Chuck started the engines.

Red had to hide her smirk.

< See you later, My Lord... > Red called, touching his mind as the ship took off.

< Take care, my Lady. > Lance murmured. < Remember, I'll always be just one whisper away. >

< Of course. > Red smiled, and fell into an exhausted sleep for the rest of her journey.

When they reached the base hours later, Red was immediately taken to the Healers. They were shocked at the poor Princess’s state.

"She's dehydrated and malnourished, two of her ribs, three metacarpals in her left hand and two phalanges, and the calcaneus bone of her right ankle are broken." The Healer said, frowning. "Not to mention that she has bruises all over the place. She was also raped by at least ten men... including the Dark Lord himself."

Richie looked stunned.

"Some of these injuries are weeks old!" Healer Griffith gasped. “Poor girl…”

Red was panting on the bed. She had to hide a smirk. So she had even fooled the medical droids with her Dark Power.

She was so bad they had to put her in a healing tank. While inside, Red reached out to Richie.

Richie gasped. "Sister?"

< Shh. I'll be fine. > Red sent. She had spoken in his head. However, her true objective was none so pure as to have a simple conversation. She was looking through his mind for information that would help Lance defeat these Rebels…

< I'm so sorry I couldn't save you... >

Red saw to her surprise and delight, that Richie barely knew any Force-sense, only telepathy and minor object movement.

She knew lots more, but perhaps Dark was easier to learn?

< You could not have known... >

Richie nodded miserably.

< You have only just found out, am I right? >

< Yes. We heard that you had been captured... and we got your message, but it took time... >

Richie would have said more, but the nurse came in.

“Oh Red, you're awake! It's been almost a week since we had to put you in the bacta. How are you feeling?”

Red smiled.

“I know.” The woman looked grim. “We were unable to repair many of your lower organs.” She sounded sad.

Red almost snorted, but she knew Lance could fix them in an instant.

“The Dark Lord raped you, didn't he? I'm sorry to say this, but you may be carrying his child...”

That was news to Red.

"And," Healer Griffith sighed. "According to the DNA tests, he's your brother."

< He's… > Red's eyes glazed over. < MY LORD! > Her mind touched Lance's.

Lance blinked. < My Lady? What is wrong? >

< You are my Brother... And they think that I am carrying your child. >

She let him use her ears.

"A-are you sure?" Richie was asking.

"Positive." The Healer said.

< Oh my... > For once, Lance sounded lost for words.

< My Lord...? This won't change anything between us will it? > Red asked. She didn’t want to lose him!

Lance was the only man she had ever loved…

"But-!" Richie tried to protest.

"The DNA testing was conclusive." Healer Griffith glared at Richie.

< Do you want it to? >

< No. > Red was very proud that her mental voice stayed steady.

Lance's voice was proud. < In royal families, the sisters and brothers interbred to make sure their blood was pure. Why should we not enjoy it? >

< True... > She was also letting him use her eyes.

Richie backed away slightly. This was horrible! The Dark Lord had committed rape and incest?

Poor Red!

Red's eyes were completely glazed over and she was sitting utterly still in shock. Or... pretending to be...

Red purred.

< And neither would I, My Lady... >

Red sent.

The Healer sighed. No use talking to the patient now! She dragged Richie out and closed the door. Red still needed a few weeks in the tank.

< Tell me if anything else comes up. And don’t worry. > Lance reassured her.

Red promised.

She drifted off into sleep. She slept for almost a month, having very erotic dreams involving Lance.

Lance smirked. He truly loved his sister... And he would kill anyone who tried to take her from him...

Anyone.

End Chapter

Completed 10/17/07

So not only was it rape but incest. Well, Lance and Red are so twisted that one more kink or perversion doesn’t really change anything.

I’m not sure if they’re really in love, but they’re definitely fond of each other!

Actually, this is not so much incest as ‘Genetic Sexual Attraction’, since they didn’t grow up together and such. However, the fact that they don’t stop sexing each other even after finding out about the relationship… ^_~