From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 1 X-Original-Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 22:22:27 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 1 - Angel By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne. The setting sun... the ending of life. This was not how she wished it to be. Dark shadows cast by the monolithic skyscrapers of Tokyo-3 grew long in the golden light of the cool evening air. The cicadas chirped their repetitive dirge as Rei Ayanami ran for her life. Her soft azure hair was damp with sweat, plastered to her forehead in places as she sprinted at full pelt through the deserted, almost ghostly downtown streets. Part of her training at NERV as the pilot of Evangelion Unit-00 was to memorise the locations of all the emergency shelters in the city in case such a situation occurred. Armoured bunkers, deep beneath the surface of the earth - almost inside the geofront itself, in which the population could cower, safe from all harm from the world above, safe from the malice of the beings known as the Angels, safe from the worst of their powers. It was hoped... If only she could reach safety... everything would be okay... If only they would let her in... -- Rei let out a sigh of frustration as she pounded her fists fruitlessly at the triple-sealed titanium blast doors leading to District 4 Municipal Shelter 6-D. This was the third one she had tried, all the while becoming more desperate. The Angel's attack had knocked out the power supply for most of the city, meaning that it was next to impossible (without a conveniently-placed plastic explosive charge or mortar shell) to open the inch-thick shutters from the outside, access only being possible by swipecard. This also meant that outside surveillance systems were offline. The people many stories below simply had no idea that she was outside, that Eva-00 had been defeated, that she had ejected and was in need of help. Or that the Third Angel was coming... Clutching a gloved hand to her chest, she panted for breath, perspiration dripping from her face and running down her neck. The plugsuit was most definitely not built for cardiovascular activities. Her firm C-cup breasts ached from her exertions - the plugsuit did not offer much in the way of support either - it seemed to her that it must have been designed by a man. Still, the manmade polyfibre created interesting, but not unpleasant sensations as it rubbed against her nipples and the contours of her crotch. -- Rei liked her plugsuit. She kept a spare at home for her own amusement. She had secretly taken it from supplies when Dr. Akagi had been called away to deal with a system crash. She loved the feeling of the soft, smooth, silky, yet incredibly strong fabric against her skin. She couldn't get enough of rubbing it against her naked body as she lay in bed, her nipples hardening to twin pegs of ruby as she crushed the garment between the smooth, pale skin of her thighs, pressing the fabric firmly into her crotch, moaning involuntarily as her womanhood grew moist with excitement. More fun still was to slide it over her naked and very turned-on body, almost reaching orgasm from the sensations of the cool cloth brushing against her most sensitive places. After softly stroking the delicate petals of her womanhood, probing her fertile depths and the centre of her heat with a finger or two, bringing her to the point of being pillow-humpingly horny, she would depress the button on her right wrist, sucking all the air from the suit, creating a vacuum and causing it to cling to her skin like saran wrap, squeezing every inch of her skin with incredible pressure caressing her boobs, her rock-hard nipples, her ass, her thighs, the lips of her throbbing pussy and her pulsating clit simultaneously, bringing her to an earth-shattering orgasm, as she huskily gasped Gendo Ikari's name. She always fantasised about Commander Ikari. What did she have to do to make him interested in her? Every day she imagined what it would be like to be fucked by him. She wanted to be HIS woman; she wanted to make him happy. She wanted to be there for HIS pleasure, totally submissive to him, his strong, rough hands on her body, groping her tits, his beard brushing against her soft pale skin, his hairy chest pressed against her, those intense eyes burning deeply into her, his deep voice telling her over and over how much she excited him... All he had to do was ask. There would be no chase, no seduction. She would be easy. She would let him do whatever he wanted to her. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her. All she wanted to feel was his manhood inside her, him fucking her hard, pounding her into the mattress, his hot seed squirting deeply into her body. Sometimes she wished that he would jump on her in the darkness, throw her to the floor, tear her clothing, pin her down and ravish her without so much as a single word. To Rei, Gendo was the ultimate male, carved from granite, wise, deep, rugged invincible, yet strangely incomplete. She could be the one to fill the gap in his life, she would please him, take care of him and give him as many children as he desired. If only she could find some way of showing the Commander the fire which blazed beneath her icy exterior. -- Rei cursed inwardly as she shook the lurid fantasy from her mind. The plugsuit was pressing deeply into her crotch, riding up the contours of her womanhood, sending sparks spiralling upwards into her belly. A damp patch - which was definitely not sweat, had appeared. She shook her head. Now was not the right time to be thinking about sex. She knew that the Angel was close, she could sense its, presence somewhere close, in the encroaching darkness. -- She remembered little of the actual battle, save for the pain. It had been her first time in the Eva since recovering from her injuries and her first actual live combat situation. She remembered catching a glimpse of the creature; roughly humanoid, smooth olive green skin, razor sharp claws, those creamy-white armoured bony protrusions and that pale, beak-like skull which crowned the duly glowing red jewel set in its 'chest'. An explosion. A cross. Agony. Stars. Falling. The dull 'crump' of explosive bolts being fired. The roaring of solid fuel rocket engines. Acceleration. Descent. Blackness. Perhaps 30 seconds had passed since she had emerged onto the surface. Standing shakily beside the still-smouldering entry plug, coughing and shivering as the LCL swiftly evaporated from her body and drained from her lungs, Rei had pondered as to what NERV were going to do next. Perhaps Commander Ikari could now persuade the new boy to try his luck in Unit-01? It was no longer her concern. She had tried her best, but had been defeated. It was simply a matter of waiting for a retrieval team to be sent to pick her up. Perhaps 500 metres away, the Third Angel, Sachiel continued to rend asunder the inactive hulk of Unit-00. At least it did until it spotted Rei... -- Those eyes. Those terrible eyes. She knew immediately that the Angel was looking AT her. They were little more than dark, unblinking pits in the bony carapace, yet the malevolence of their burning gaze seemed to tear directly into her soul. She trembled uncontrollably, every hair on her body standing endwise, as though charged with static electricity. This was not good. -- Somehow She Had Known. If the Angel was merely going to kill her, then it would have done so by now, without a second thought. No, she had a very bad feeling about this - the way it glared at her across the cratered wasteland seemed to scream ill intent. The fact that the monster was now shimmering, resonating, glowing, growing smaller, much smaller before her eyes, all the time looking at her almost hungrily did little to allay her fears. This was wrong. So very, very wrong. For the first time in her life, Rei Ayanami turned and ran. -- She guessed that Sachiel was now about seven feet tall. Large by human standards, but still small enough to find hiding places in the concrete jungle. No matter how far she ran, how much she dodged down side streets and changed direction, she knew that the Angel was not far away. It was playing with her, of that she was certain - a heavy footstep, a claw scraping against concrete or a hissing respiration giving away its presence. Was it hunting her? A game of cat and mouse? Perhaps it could smell her? She did not wish to think of the implications... -- The sun finally admitted defeat and slid below the horizon, the sky turning the colour of blood. Rei hated red. This could only be an ill omen. The coming darkness meant that the Angel could move even more freely. There would not be time to reach the next shelter, twelve blocks away. She redoubled her efforts, pounding her fists upon the unyielding doors, growing more and more frustrated, panic rising in the pit of her stomach. There had to be someone down there who could hear her and come to her aid. She longed for the Commander. His touch, his kind words, his mere presence. Rei leaned against the shutter, head in her hands, the hopelessness of the situation weighing heavily upon her. She sighed heavily, but she did not cry. -- A fast moving shadow. The skittering of chitin upon steel. An unearthly hiss. Rei did not have time to react as a glancing blow to the side of the head sent her reeling. Above her was a bulky blackness, moving with impossible speed. She had not yet come to rest before long talons encircled her waist, halting her fall. Sharp, murderous-looking claws. She could feel them pressing into the succulent flesh of her toned tummy. If it wanted to, the Angel could tear her in half merely by tightening its grip. Rei grasped at the spindly wrist, the cool, smooth skin hard and unyielding. Sachiel's looked on impassively, its eyes were twin black holes absorbing what was left of the day and what remained of Rei's courage. The scent of an Angel washed over her as Sachiel exhaled through its gills - thick, greasy, oily, cloying. She felt as though she were going to vomit. She knew this smell. It seemed so familiar to her, yet she was unable to place it. It swirled inside her, nostrils, the strong cocktail of pheromones overpowering her. She felt the sudden urge to escape from her skin. It tilted its 'head', the 'beak' clicking against one of the riblike structures protruding from its torso. Rei found herself being raised into the air and brought before the demonic skull. Unable to prevent herself from flinching, Sachiel's claws caused small tears to form in her plugsuit, teasing the skin beneath, yet leaving it unbroken. A prickling sensation ran down her spine. The last thing she wanted was to be any closer to this monster, yet to move even an inch would mean certain death. The Angel inhaled deeply and somehow Rei understood. The shock ran through her body like ice water causing her pale skin to grow even whiter. Her crimson eyes widened with the horror of realisation as her still cum-soaked crotch was raised to within inches of its, no *his* face. The Angel wanted her. The look on its, his face was one of unbridled lust and hunger. It could smell her sex and now it wanted to mate with her, no to *fuck* her. There was no one else around, no one to save her from the lustful attentions of the perverted creature. Not even Gendo Ikari could help her now. Rei Ayanami screamed. And screamed. And screamed. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 2 X-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 14:11:21 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 2 - Starlight By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne "I hate this ceiling". Rei's eye flickered open as the murmur escaped her lips. Fluorescent strip lighting, suspended polystyrene tiles, the smell of antiseptic. A familiar ceiling. Attempting to turn her head caused a thunderbolt of agony to shoot down her spine. Gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles, she endured, trembling as the waves of pain washed over her, refusing to cry out. Tiny pricks of perspiration appeared on her face as the worst of the deluge passed. She relaxed. Now it only hurt. They'd bandaged her up again. She could feel the sling supporting her arm and the bindings around her head. Those she could understand; but why had they placed a wad of gauze over her eye? There was nothing wrong with her eye. Did the doctors think she looked cute that way? The warm, comforting sensation of the opiates suspended in her veins did little for the shooting pain when she tried to move any part of her body, but seemed to somewhat take the edge off the dull ache in her lower belly and the throbbing of her jaw, mouth and throat. For want of a better word, Rei Ayanami felt completely and utterly fucked. She closed her eyes, exhausted from her efforts. -- The passage of time. With no way of orienting herself, Rei could not have been entirely sure how long she lay in her hospital bed. Days? Weeks? Her life became little more than snatches of consciousness between periods of darkness and blinding pain. Her world ended at the foot of her bed, fading rapidly into the grey. A world of silence intercut with snatches of garbled conversations and the soft thumping of her own heart. She was certain that sometimes there were other people in the room with her. Shadows keeping watch over her, discussing her, performing tests. She hoped that the Commander was there for her. In her more lucid dreams, he would hold her in his strong arms and run his fingers through her flowing azure locks, all the time whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She felt safe here. "Is it okay if I stay here?" Commander Ikari always dissolved into the ether before he could give his answer. -- Commander Ikari... Rei had longed for the day when she would be able to call him 'Gendo'. Even as a young girl, she had eyes only for one man, the man she wanted to marry, from the very day she learned what it was to get married. She had heard many whispered scornful remarks from various NERV personnel regarding the Commander, that he was weird, creepy, insane even. She could not even begin to understand what they were talking about. He was her life. The rest was mere window dressing. She went to school to please Ikari, she brushed and cut her hair the way she knew he liked it to please Ikari, she piloted Eva to please Ikari. She had wanted so badly for her first time to be with Gendo, to see his eyes burning with love and lust for her as his heart and body became one with hers. She wanted so badly to remain pure for him. She knew that it was supposed to hurt the first time and she wanted Commander Ikari to be the one to silence her cries of pain with his lips. There was no place in her ideal world for a bony-white beak-like skull. -- The monster, the Angel, the demon, the bastard had forced her to enjoy it. The cocktail of pheromones blasted forth by its rank, hot, fetid breath had poleaxed her. It had smelt so strong... so male... so virile. Somehow she could feel the sex chemicals pinging insidiously against the neurotransmitter receptors in her brain, disabling enough higher functions to make her do the unthinkable. By the time it had split her plugsuit down the centre with the flick of a talon, her pussy was sopping wet and her crimson eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Even the stinging pain of the claw strike and the blood flowing down her creamy white abdomen did not detract from the primal feeling of arousal she had experienced. Inside she was screaming, yet outside she moaned softly as the Angel spread her legs effortlessly and his 'beak' slowly slid between her silky thighs, her hips jerking involuntarily as the hard, bony ridges gently parted the soft petals of her warm, tight shaven snatch, teasing the sensitive nub of her womanhood. She could hear it inhaling her scent, savouring her arousal. The dark, empty eyes seemed to be staring directly into her own. She wanted to pound away at the domed carapace, smash it into a million pieces with her fists, but all she could do was groan in pleasure, arching her back, begging for more delicious contact. Tri-clawed hands found her round, firm tits, capturing the soft orbs of flesh in their razor grasp. Small drops of blood appeared as Sachiel began to knead them, the delicious pain pouring petrol on the fires of her arousal. Rei found herself bearing down, trying to mash her cunt into the Angel's face. Throwing her head back, she squealed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit, panting and crying as the wetness flowed from her, coating his face with her love honey. The Angel allowed her to stand. Her sane mind told her to run, to run as fast as she could and to never look back, yet her legs refused to obey even such a simple instruction. Sachiel's body trembled slightly as Rei lapped her own juices from his skull. "I taste good... Your bone is so smooth... so warm..." she sounded as though she were drunk. A little wobbly from her climax, she placed her weight against his wide, yet spindly form for support, running her tongue up and down his beak, around both eye sockets, looking for a mouth to kiss, but finding none. Her hand inadvertently brushed against the glowing red jewel on the creature's chest. "Hmmm... You like that, don't you?" Rei stroked the round, smooth globe with feather-light strokes of her fingers as the Angel growled and hissed, his whole form shaking. It began to output heat. The desire to press her aching and tortured breasts against it was immense. Sachiel's beak clicked against the bony ridges of his carapace as Rei kneaded the slightly yielding matter of the glowing core with both hands. She yelped in pain as steely claws crushed her body against the creature's chest, cutting into the tender flesh of her back. It felt so good to feel her nipples pressing against the warmth of his ruby jewel. Her own arousal grew again, more love juices being secreted by her pulsing womanhood. Full of unwelcome and uncontrollable desire, she lapped at the centre of his arousal like a kitten at a bowl of milk. Sachiel roared, his whole body tensing. It was no surprise to Rei to feel a long, slick protuberance pressing against her leg. NO! This was not what she wanted! This was not the way it was supposed to happen! Her detached mind fought for control as she found her head being pushed down to what passed for the Angel's crotch. Rei had never even seen a real penis, let alone a foot-long, perfectly smooth olive-green phallus which freely dripped pinkish fluid from the tip. Somehow she found herself on her knees on the cool concrete, having shrugged off the tattered remains of her plugsuit, running her hands up and down its not-inconsiderable length. The scent of its precum intoxicated her further. She was practically running on autopilot now. Above her, Sachiel's howling reverberated from building to building - a crescendo of echoes. Looking upwards, her terrified eyes met his empty sockets for a moment. For a brief moment, something seemed to shimmer in those dark pits of evil. Then the hurting started. It was still too painful for Rei to remember aside from a series of broken images, shards of memory. Perhaps it was her mind's way of protecting her from that which was hateful. The agony. The feeling of her jaw dislocating as the monstrous member was forced inside. The sucking, popping noises in her throat. The gush of bitter, foul smelling fluid. The sensation of choking. Claws tightening on her head. The desire to do it all again. Her hymen shredded by the phallic invader. The stretching of her insides. More blood. More pain. Howls. Snarls. Pounding. Thrusting. Flesh sliding against flesh. Weight. Crushing. Bones snapping under the pressure. Fuck me harder. Screams, male and female. Split me in half. Forced orgasm. One. Two. Three. Cumming blood. The betrayal of the body. Fluid. Gush. Too much. Fill my womb. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Squirting out. Cover me. I can't see. My head hurts. Dizzy. Starlight. Starbright. Wish upon a star. Freedom from Pain Dissolution of Agony. A weight off my mind. Weight off my body. Weight? Wait! Purple. Shinji. Purple? Shinji? EVA-01? Go Shinji! KILL HIM TEAR HIM EAT HIM RAPE HIM. KILL HIM TEAR HIM EAT HIM RAPE HIM. KILL HIM TEAR HIM EAT HIM RAPE HIM. KILL HIM TEAR HIM EAT HIM RAPE HIM. Fade to black. Anointed with the blood of Angels. -- "Rei..." A voice calling across the void. "Rei..." Familiar. "Rei..." Comforting. "Rei..." Loving. "Rei..." Her uncovered eye flickered open once more, the light banishing the demons to the recesses of her mind. Gendo Ikari stood at the foot of her bed, his face as calm and impassive as ever. In his hands he clutched a bunch of tulips, some magazines and newspapers tucked under his right arm. In the distance, some doctor called for another doctor over the tannoy. "Rei..." he leaned forwards, the beginnings of a smile forming at the corners of his mouth. He seemed more attractive to her now than he ever had before. Rei Ayanami broke down and cried in front of the NERV Commander. Her tears burned on her cheeks for that which she had lost. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 3 X-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 14:11:16 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 3 - Morphine By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne "So, how are we feeling today, first child?" the corners of Dr. Ritsuko Akagi's mouth turned upwards into a faint smile as she glanced upwards from her clipboard. "The pain seems to be less, ma'am." Rei was sat up in bed, propped up on several pillows, clad in light blue hospital-issue flannel pyjamas. She stared straight ahead, unblinking; her eyes focussed on the gently waving branches of the poplar tree which brushed against the window pane. "I'm very glad to hear it, Rei." The blonde woman brushed back a stray lock of hair and leafed through several of the sheets of paper. "I must say, you are making a remarkable recovery." "Yes." "It says here that the bruising to your internal organs has almost completely healed." Dr. Akagi began to tick some boxes on Rei's chart. "I see." "You're a strong girl, Rei. Everyone here is pleased with your progress." She scribbled in vain with her biro, attempting to coax forth more ink onto the page, before finally admitting defeat and slipping it back into the pocket of her lab coat. The blue-haired girl nodded. "Never forget, you're not alone - you have a lot of friends here..." "When can I get out of this place?" "...if you ever need anyone to talk to - anyone at all..." NERV's head physician continued to talk, but Rei tuned her words out, mentally blending them into the background noise of traffic and cicadas. What could she talk about to Dr Akagi? How she had wailed in pleasure and screamed for more, clinging onto the Angel's ridged, bony shoulders as she heard the dry snap of her own pelvis cracking? The agony of feeling her own cervix being forcibly dilated by the head of Sachiel's monstrous member? The crimson torrents gushing from her most sacred place as her entire womb was filled with demonic ejaculate? Rei blinked back the tears, not wanting Ritsuko to see her weakness, only to find that the doctor had long since left the room. She realised that she had been digging her fingernails into her palm hard enough to draw blood. Shinji had brought her a bunch of grapes. The boy, the third child - so unlike his father, had been unable to look at her in the eye, his cheeks red with embarrassment. He had not been able to find words to speak to her. He had left as soon as he physically could. She disliked grapes. -- Rei had heard the nurses gossiping. Commander Ikari had visited her every day she was unconscious, sometimes maintaining a silent vigil beside her bed for hours at a time. They had commented on how unusual this was, how out of character for him. Knowing this caused a sinking feeling in her stomach. Here was yet another demonstration in her mind, after the incident in which Gendo had almost burned off his hands trying to save her that Ikari harboured feelings towards her. There was no way that she could even look at him now, after all that had happened! She was dirty, soiled, not fit to be in the same room as him. The monster had forced her body to reveal its true nature, taken from her that which could never be returned, made her into its filthy whore. The unfairness of the situation drove Rei to despair. All she had ever wanted from life was to be Ikari's whore, to be ravished by him day and night, to lose herself in primal ecstasy, to be like a doll for him to play with whenever he wished. Now she was so sickeningly dirty that the Commander would not even be able to bear touching her. He had not even been to visit her since the day she regained consciousness. Rei slid down in bed and closed her eyes, her body shaking with rage and hatred. -- It was in the darkness that the Angel came for her. Always in the still darkness did those hollow eyes haunt her. Before, her dreams were of running water, the moon, the stars - objects which seemed to be somehow significant to her. Sometimes she had perverted dreams about Ikari too, which often left her so horny that she had to masturbate to a climax right there in bed, creating a sizeable wet spot on the sheets. Now there were only those two pits of midnight, watching her hungrily, waiting to pounce. -- With each passing week, Rei's body became stronger. Dr Akagi was amazed with the speed of her recovery from such horrific injuries. Her skin once again became flawless, not a single scar or blemish remained. One by one, the bandages and casts were removed and she was slowly weaned off the morphine. Ritsuko had personally placed herself in charge of Rei's care and made sure that she wanted for nothing. Rei wanted to die. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 4 X-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 14:12:01 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 4 - Red By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne Rei Ayanami's body tensed at the biting, stinging pain of the razor opening the artery at her right wrist. Normally terrified of the sight of blood, the gouts of crimson arcing three feet into the air and spattering wetly upon the tiled walls and floor of the shower room hardly even registered in her mind. One down, one to go. Gritting her teeth against the excruciating pain, she transferred the blade to her right hand and began to carve downwards along her left arm, the embrace of the cool steel and the adrenaline rush causing her to tremble involuntarily. Her mouth turning upwards into a wry smile, Rei watched with detached indifference, unmoving for several minutes as her vital fluid drained from her body, spurt by agonising spurt. The razor fell from her slippery fingers, clattering dully upon the ceramic floor. She felt very cold all of a sudden, shivers wracking her naked form. Leaving a bloody handprint on the wall where she had leaned for support, she managed to get enough of a grip to turn the shower to maximum. The cascading water was scalding, but somehow this didn't seem to matter to Rei. She was tired; so very tired. After languidly regarding the rippled, gory water circling the drain for a moment, she rested her back against the wet tiles and slid down the wall into a sitting position. The bleeding seemed to be slower now - the blood wasn't spurting out as far. The position she was in made her dizzy, so Rei decided to rest her head upon the floor. It felt so comfortable - she could easily sleep here. Sleep seemed like a very inviting idea. "Gendo". Rei murmured to herself. Her last thoughts before bed has always been about Commander Ikari. She even felt the familiar twinge of sexual excitement in her crotch as her eyelids became heavy and began to droop. The running water hissed in her ears like the white noise from a badly tuned radio, though it seemed to be getting quieter by the second. Rei was happy, because Gendo would be happy without her. -- Seven pints out of eight. So near and yet so far. Both forearms were cocooned in gauze, catheters inserted into the veins. Rei found herself cursing that industrious Dr. Akagi and her medical skills. Her sedation had been deep enough to immerse her in darkness, but not to render her totally unaware. She was aware of the passage of time, insofar that it passed - there were voices too, layers of unintelligible sound, echoing inside her skull. There was a man and a woman - of that she was certain. They were talking about her too - why else would they be there? Sometimes the discussions seemed to be getting rather heated. -- Images and words in her head. Water. Moon. Things that were somehow relevant. The motion of fluid. Unpredictability. The savage beauty. Her own blood. Hatred of that which was hers. "Hatred of a portion of myself. Thus, how can I like myself?" Pain. Loneliness. Familiarity. "I am I." Unhappy being I. "Why?" Gendo Ikari. Male. Bigger than the world. Gendo can be the world. "My world - a world of pain." "World of pain?" "I am pain." An Angel without wings. "Is this myself, or perhaps another?" Sachiel. Wingless Angel II in the world of I. Male. Bigger than Gendo. Penis. The source of life. The penis is more powerful than the sword. The sword can destroy life. The penis can destroy the soul. Sex. Screwing. Fucking. The power to create or destroy. Broken. "I am broken." "Broken?" "I tried to resist. But in the end he broke me. In the end I wished for it, begged for it." "And that means?" "I belong to him. Even though he no longer lives, my life is his." Gendo again the only man she should belong to. This time with a beak-like skull. Eyes. Black and cold. The hope for the future. "No hope. Holding me in his arms, stroking my hair. Familiar yet different. Is it okay if I stay here?" No. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. -- When she awoke, Commander Ikari sat beside her bed, his hands steepled before his face. The reflection of the strip lighting upon his glasses made his expression unreadable. "Rei. As I no longer have faith in Dr. Akagi's medical care. I have decided that you will be staying with me for a while; until you get well again." "If I am ordered to, then I will - sir". Rei was as impassive as ever on the outside. Her head lolled listlessly. "I need you to get well." "Yes, sir." "You importance to the fate of mankind cannot be overstated." "Yes, sir." Behind her blank face, Rei was almost hysterical inside. The only reason he needed her because she was still useful to him! Here was the opportunity to stay with Ikari, to be close to him, to become a part of his everyday life, to be the first person that he laid eyes upon in the morning. This was what she had always wanted - her ambition in life, yet everything was bad. She wanted to cry out at the unfairness of it all. This was not the way she wished it to happen. There was no place in her idea fantasy world for being Gendo's sympathy case, a burden upon him. She wanted the Commander to *want* her for herself, not merely for her ability to pilot Evangelion Unit-00. She wanted to play the role of his *wife*, his woman, his lover, not that of a sick little girl in need of protection, or even worse - a commodity that needed careful management. At that moment Rei Ayanami wished that she had used a bigger razor and sliced open her own heart. -- The drive in Gendo's BMW was long and uneventful. Ikari lived some distance outside Tokyo-3. The journey passed in silence. The afternoon sun shone brightly above, banishing the shadows to the places that light could not reach. Rei wore her school uniform. It was the only item of clothing she possessed. Sat beside him in the passenger's seat, Rei could smell him. The familiar, but not unpleasant scent of tobacco smoke and sweat - he smelt manly. As a young girl, Rei had learned to associate the scent of Ikari with protection and security. She had felt safe as she walked beside him. Later she became aroused by it, wanted to be covered by it, wanted to smell like she had been fucking for hours with the man she belonged to, wanted everyone knew that she was his. Now that she could never belong, it made her feel physically sick. As Gendo concentrated on the road ahead, Rei glanced at him in profile. Something seemed to be different about the Commander today. He looked tired, worn, old. His eyes belied an emotion that Rei could not understand. She noticed the fine lines upon his face for the first time, the tension in his jaw, the slight flicker of a pulse at his temple. It looked to her as though the weight of the world rested upon his shoulders. In Rei's mind he had it easy. The slight flicker in her expression, the almost imperceivable narrowing of her eyes being the only indication that she still had a mind at all. Outside, the birds were singing. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 5 X-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 14:12:35 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 5 - Home By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne The sunlight filtered through the iron bars covering the window, creating alternating zones of brightness and shadow across the bed and floor. Rei's lay atop the pale pink duvet, her sensitive albino eyes closed against the light. She could not motivate herself to get up and close the curtains. Outside was a beautiful summer day, with not a cloud in the sky. Cicadas chirped, the birds sang and a cool, gentle breeze rustled the flowers and the long grass in the garden. Rei did not notice, nor care. Commander Ikari had sent a peon over to her apartment the day she had arrived to collect her belongings. Underwear, socks, a couple of spare school shirts... altogether they only filled a small sports bag. There was her 'special' plugsuit too - obviously no one had seen fit to question its purpose in her dwelling... (In actuality, the young NERV agent entrusted with the 'mission' had spent over half an hour lying on Rei's bed, sniffing the crotch of the unwashed suit whilst masturbating furiously. He had known *exactly* why she needed garment and what she had been up to with it...) Sat atop the dusty bedside cabinet were Rei Ayanami's only other significant personal possessions - a glass beaker filled with water and a scratched metal case containing a pair of cracked and battered spectacles. -- Situated some miles away for headquarters in the hills beyond Tokyo-3 and more than 10 miles from the next nearest dwelling, Gendo Ikari's house seemed much to large for a single man. Surrounded by thick, dark conifer woodland on all sides and only accessible by a narrow, rocky access road, Gendo lived precisely as Rei had imagined - as far away from his fellow man as possible. The house itself was fairly modern, perhaps built in the early 1990's using lots of wood and glass and had obviously been designed to be bright and airy, the windows large, maximising the available natural light. Big, but not obscenely so, it seemed to be the sort of place in which a wealthy, yet modest man would live. A spacious veranda ran along the front wall, a glass conservatory visible to the side. Perhaps at one time Gendo had sat here with his wife, sipping cool drinks and enjoying the summer weather whilst their young son played with his toys under the shade of the apple trees in the long garden. Rei could tell that he lived alone now. The grass had not been cut for some time, growing knee-high and unruly, choking the life from the other plants. The trees and hedges grew wild and untamed by the hand of man and weeds sprouted profusely from the cracks in the brick-red patio. The windows were dirty, framed by the peeling paint of their frames. Here and there a slate was missing from the roof. Inside, everything was unkempt, dust covering every surface. Furniture and decoration was kept to a bare minimum. Cigarette butts, empty bottles of bourbon and cans of lager had been left to lie where they had been discarded. The hallway was filled with empty cardboard boxes, the wallpaper beginning to peel in places. The distinct, musty scent of damp hung in the air. -- Rei had never been upstairs. She had never seen, nor heard Gendo do so either. It seemed to her that he only actually made use of small part of the house, most doors, save for the kitchen, bathroom, toilet and her own bedroom securely locked against her prying eyes. Commander Ikari spent most of his off-duty time in his study. Rei was also certain that he slept in there too. She had never ventured inside this most precious inner sanctum - Gendo would not let her, but had on occasion caught glimpses of rows of old-looking books, sheaves of paper, rolled documents and walls papered with charts and figures. She found herself mostly left to her own devices. Gendo showed little interest in her, besides watching her closely enough to ensure that she did not attempt suicide again. Conversation was almost non-existent, besides occasional grunted 'hello's and small talk conducted over the evening meal. Ikari went about his business and left Rei to lie in bed all day with her dark thoughts. Perhaps he could not bear to be around a woman so soiled and impure... Ikari... the whole house smelt like Ikari. She could feel his presence all around her. The bed she lay on - perhaps Gendo had once lain here too. With her eyes closed, she imagined him lying next to her, pretending that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of his body, that he was resting on his side, looking at her, watching, smiling. Cradling Gendo's glass case in her hands, Rei rolled onto her side and buried her face in the pillow, tears forming beneath her eyelids. Her tears were hers alone - she would never allow Gendo to see her cry again. Unhooking the first three buttons of her baggy school shirt, she pressed the cool metal of the case to her bra-encased breast, wanting to feel something of Gendo close to her heart, but instead causing a small twinge of pleasure between her legs. Rei sighed; despite the fact that she had been telling herself for weeks that Ikari must despise her for submitting so willingly, her body would not allow her to think of Commander Ikari in any other way except in terms of sex. She decided to go with these feelings for now - she could often sleep better after a good, hard orgasm and perhaps not have quite as many nightmares. Carefully unbuttoning the remainder of her shirt, she rolled onto her back and allowed it to fall open. The act of admiring her own round, firm, perfect breasts caused her nipples to harden noticeably against the fabric of her plain cotton bra and the twinge in her crotch to become a tingle. The C-cup bra was perhaps a little too small for Rei, her cleavage swelling slightly above the restraints, goose bumps apparent on her soft, warm skin. She found herself gently cupping, kneading and caressing her left breast, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the erect nub of her nipple whilst moaning softly. With her free hand, she pressed the glass case between her tits, the coldness causing her nipples to become painfully erect within their confines. She squeezed her thighs together, the heat growing within her loins. Arching her back she hastily unhooked her bra and allowed it to drop from her chest. Her boobs bounced slightly, but did not sag in the slightest. She rubbed the palms of her hands slowly over her almost inch-long nipples, growing more and more excited with each passing moment. She thrust the case back and forth between the valley of her breasts, trying to imagine Gendo's penis doing the same. A wet spot appeared at the crotch of her panties and swiftly began to grow. Licking her lips seductively, her face flushed red with arousal, Rei traced patterns upon her flat, toned stomach with her fingernails, slowly descending down her body towards her throbbing snatch. The strong smell of her own arousal emanating from her sopping wet cunt poured petrol on the flames. The blood sang in her ears. She felt herself on the verge of cumming without having even touched herself. The frustration caused her to grind her teeth. The feeling of the Angel's cock ravaging her body had left a lasting impression. After her assault, her own fingers no longer seemed enough to satisfy her. She would orgasm from two, three four digits inside her, but feel as though she had wasted the moment, that she was missing something. There was no doubt about it, she wanted the feeling of a hard member thrusting deeply into her body, filling her, stretching her, completing her. Her panties were practically glued to her skin as she rolled them down over her hips, exposing her drooling womanhood, her warm, tight shaven slit, her soft velvety folds hiding the treasures within. There was a slight squelching noise as Rei gently parted her labia, flaring wide her hidden pinkness, her clit standing out prominently from its hood. Her love juices began to drip onto the duvet. Sliding three fingers effortlessly inside herself, she began to make small circular movements against her clit with her thumb. She was so sensitive today, her pulsating vagina seemed to be trying to pull her whole hand inside herself - she knew that she wouldn't be able to last very long. The sweat dripped from her body as she reached onto the cabinet for her beaker. *schlck* *schlck* *schlck* Her fingers slid in and out of her fertile depths as she poised the beaker beneath her slit. Her middle finger probed the area on the front wall of her vagina that always elicited incredibly powerful orgasms. Her entire body felt as though it were on fire. These were Gendo's hands, Gendo's fingers inside her, Gendo thrusting away at her. She found herself hyperventilating, panting his name as loudly as she was able as she stimulated her clit with the lip of the beaker. Rei's body convulsed and she gasped aloud as her orgasm hit. -- Through the keyhole, Gendo Ikari watched with awe as Rei's writhed in pleasure, her cunt contracting rhythmically, releasing spurt after spurt of her girlcum into the waiting beaker. A drop of sweat rolled down his temple as her secretions threatened to overflow the container. A noticeable bulge stood out from within his uniform, making it uncomfortable for him to stay in the same position. He raised his eyebrow slightly as Rei called his name at the height of her ecstasy, but otherwise remained perfectly still. He liked to watch. He continued to look on as Rei regarded, then quizzically sniffed the warm, clear, viscous fluid which filled the beaker to the brim. Her soft, azure hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her cheeks rosy, her eyes heavy lidded with lust. Despite her best efforts, a small pool of love juices collected on the bedding between her thighs. He could not help stroking his crotch through his trousers as he observed Rei lifting the beaker to her lips and swallowing her sweet ambrosia in a single gulp, licking her lips hungrily. Silently, Gendo crept away from the door and made his way to the laundry room. Rooting around in the wash basket, he retrieved three pairs of Rei Ayanami's worn cotton panties, proceeded to his study and turned the key in the lock. He didn't emerge for dinner until it was almost midnight. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 6 X-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 14:13:00 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 6 - Alcohol By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne. There was no room for the distractions of the flesh within the scenario, yet somehow this quiet, unassuming girl had affected him in a way that he did not believe to be possible. She had gotten under his skin, into his blood and onwards, pervading the depths of his soul. Only once in his life had he felt something which even resembled his present emotions. One time, he had stood over her slumbering form, a pistol quivering in his grip, the barrel pointed vaguely at her face. One quick jerk of the finger and it would all be over. He could bury the body in the woods and everything would go back to how it was before; Rei Ayanami would report for duty, fully recovered from her ordeal - only Ritsuko would have to know anything. The Instrumentality of Man would continue. All would be right with the World. It could have been over in a second, a hollow-point shattering flesh and bone, her skull blown apart like an overripe watermelon, decorating the head of the bed in shades of crimson, pink and grey. Instead, Gendo spent the rest of the night drinking whiskey until he lost control of his bladder, his trusty Desert Eagle .50 resting deep within the overgrown bramble hedge outside his study window. Whiskey - the taste of his personal despair. -- Rei had been living with him for three months, whilst the Angel War raged in the background. The situation had meant that Second Child had been transferred to Japan several weeks earlier than intended. It was a stroke of incredible luck that she had been there for the appearance of the 6th; otherwise it would all be over now. His own recklessness caused him to grind his teeth in frustration. He was allowing his personal feelings to creep into his work, to affect the efficiency of his command. The others, Commander Fuyutsuki, Captain Katsuragi, even Dr. Akagi, had advised him to replace Rei as the pilot of Unit-00 with all haste. He had steadfastly refused, disregarding their protests, giving no reason. With all probability, Rei would probably never be mentally fit to pilot Eva ever again, yet to admit this would remove the last justification for allowing Rei to stay in his home. Suspicions would be raised, questions would be asked... Hearing her call his name in the heights of ecstasy had taken him completely by surprise. This person whom he had created with his own hands, the girl he had watched becoming a woman, his tool, his means to an end. Her feelings towards him were an unexpected variable. It should have made no difference to him, yet somehow he could not ignore nor forget. -- He liked to watch. It was all he had... Perhaps if he were to look, but never touch, then perhaps he would be able to build up his own internal strength, his resistance to temptation. He stood and watched her sleeping through the crack of the door to what had once been Shinji's room. It was a warm night and Rei lay atop the bedding clad only in a loose-fitting grey T-shirt. The night air breezed through the open windows and caused the thin, lacy curtains to billow inwards. Through the bars beyond, Gendo could see the moon hanging low in the sky, seeming to be larger and yellower than usual. He was too old for this. Too old to be allowing his dick to rule his head, too old to be lusting after teenage girls. If only he had known that Rei would grow up looking the way she did, he would have altered her genetic makeup even further. Still, the desire, the urge, the temptation must have always been there, at least at the back of his mind in embryonic form - he had always forced Rei to have her hair cut the way he wanted it, the way he remembered it. Any other style seemed to be almost blasphemous to his most precious memories. Perhaps this is what he had secretly wanted from the very beginning. It would be so easy to fall, to choose the easy way out from his self-imposed suffering, to give in to the needs of his body... He found himself gazing hungrily at Rei's smooth, slender legs, which seemed almost iridescent in the moonlight, the soft skin of her thighs where the shirt rode up, the gentle swell of her hips, the ripe, firm, generous breasts which nicely shaped the fabric containing them. How good would that warm, soft skin feel against his own? How good would it smell? How good would it taste? He wanted to rub his face against her luxuriant azure locks, to devour her succulent mouth with his own, to tease the sensitive skin of her neck with his teeth. He wanted to explore every inch of her perfect feminine flesh; to take pleasure in his life's work. He slowly stroked the rising bulge of his arousal through the fabric of his uniform, whilst moistening his cracked lips with his pale tongue. He felt a throbbing pain behind his eyes, the build-up of pressure. Half of his body wanted him to run away, the other half wanted him to *do things* to Rei. Gendo leaned panting for breath against the door; beads of sweat forming upon his forehead as he applied pressure to his temples with his thumbs. His head felt ready to explode and the urge to gnaw off his own tongue grew. He barely noticed his glasses falling to the floor. -- Endure. Endure. Endure. A test of Faith. "What do you want, Ikari?" "I want her back." "What do you *really* want?" "I want her back." "And this is happiness?" "Yes. This *is* happiness." "Are you sure?" "At the end of it all, I will be happy." "How do you know?" "Because I will be with her again." "What if you could be happy now?" "Irrelevant." "What if she were already here?" "Impossible." "She looks and sounds the same..." "No, she is not." "Does she taste the same?" "She is like a daughter to me." "What are your intentions towards your daughter?" -- Gendo had no recollection of opening the door and entering. It was as though someone else was in control of his body. He was close enough to smell her as he stood over her, his trousers around his ankles, his shoulders quivering with tension. Rei moaned softly in her sleep and changed position, parting her legs slightly and revealing a tantalising flash of her white cotton panties. Burning salty tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he focussed upon the vague outline of Rei's delicate labia through the fabric, blurring his vision as he roughly pounded at his erect length with his clenched fist. In the brief moment before the feelings of sickness and revulsion overtook him as he regarded his sticky load in the palm of his hand, in the instant in which the fire still lived in his blood, he wanted nothing more than to smear his seed all over Rei's face and hair, to force her to suck his fingers and his member clean, to tear her panties, to have his way with her and take her body as his, to do unto her as the Angel had... "I'm so fucked up." His voice was dry and cracked. Wiping his hand on his shirt, Gendo slithered away shamefully into the darkness, returning to his inner sanctum to open a bottle and taste despair once again... -- As the door clicked shut behind him, Rei Ayanami opened her eyes and listlessly regarded the spot in which the deed had taken place. She smiled a tiny, secret smile. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 7 X-Original-Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 14:13:46 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 7 - Chair By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne. Gendo had prepared a vegetable curry for the evening meal. Rei was a vegetarian, so this also made him a vegetarian - he had neither the time nor the inclination to prepare his own food separately. He did not particularly care. All instant food tasted like cardboard to him anyway. If Rei had not been with him, he probably would not have bothered with dinner. His diet usually consisted largely of pre-packaged sandwiches, chocolate bars and toast when not too drunk, or hung-over to eat. When not working (his usual routine was to show up perhaps three days a week, whenever he happened to feel like it), he spent most of his time hunched over his reading - arcane tomes on the subjects of biology, genetics, religion, myth and philosophy; the ashtray beside him steadily filling to the point of overflow, the bottle of whiskey steadily draining. Mealtimes always seemed to pass in silence, save for the clatter of chopsticks upon china. He could no longer talk to Rei about school - she did not attend. He could no longer talk to Rei about piloting Evangelion - she had not been into NERV for weeks. Her days invariably consisted of lying in bed, staring at the walls and ceiling or sleeping. As for discussing the current situation with regards to the Angels, he could not even bring himself to mention the name in front of her. So he stared across the oak dining table and watched Rei Ayanami eat. -- Rei just wanted him to do something. It had been two nights since he had stood over her bed and taken pleasure in her and this was the first time that they had been in the same room since. She no longer felt the strong urge to die. She had seen the way that Gendo had been looking at her in recent weeks, something akin to a wolf looking at cattle - but only when he thought that she could not see him. She understood a lot more than he gave her credit for. Now this had been her final confirmation. She had wanted so badly for him to lay his hands upon her body... she dare not open her eyes any more than the slightest degree for fear of scaring him away, though every fibre of her being wanted her to reach out and pull him on top of her. She could feel the arousal growing; the warm wetness seeping from her velvety depths as she had parted her thighs just enough to show Gendo what was on offer. At the same time, she had thrust her chest forward, allowing her hardening nipples to stand forth prominently through the fabric of her T-shirt. In her mind's eye, she pictured him burying his face in the sopping wetness of her silky-smooth mound, his beard tickling the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs as his tongue lapped hungrily at her secret pinkness, savouring the taste of her freely-flowing love juices. She wanted his large hands upon her body; groping her lustfully with his rough, manly touch, his taking pleasure in the gentle curves of her pale, feminine body. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, his tongue in her mouth, his rough, callused palms engulfing her luscious breasts, squeezing them until they throbbed with her arousal, her nipples red with excitement. She wanted to see his bulging erection, knowing that it was her that excited him. She wanted to feel it pressing against the her soaking wet entrance; the first real cock she would ever feel inside her, stretching her slick inner walls, her flesh parting for him, allowing him into her most sacred place... Her body cried out for him. Only for him... Gendo's grunting self-gratification had left her unfulfilled. He had watched her, but had not touched. He had not even let a single drop of his seed spill onto her. She needed relief so badly and masturbated more vigorously than ever before after he had left her, her warm, sweet juices soaking into a bathtowl positioned strategically between her legs as she frigged herself with four fingers and tugged rabidly at her pulsating clit. Once, twice, three times she came, panting slightly each time, but otherwise remaining silent, her mop of blue hair completely soaked through with sweat. It was not enough for her. She needed something else - something inside her. Her pens and pencils, her toothbrush, the handle of her hairbrush. Nothing gave her the release she craved. Her pussy ached after nearly three hours of constant stimulation. Looking back, she wondered what Gendo's reaction would have been to seeing her lying on her back, completely nude on the wooden bedroom floor in a spreading pool of her own fluids; her body glistening with perspiration in the moonlight, tears of ecstasy running down her face, her firm C-cup breasts jiggling back and forth with the exertion of sliding the smooth brushed metal leg of her study chair back and forth a good ten inches into the depths of her pulsating cunt, rasping her knuckles over her almost inch-long clit as she let out small squeaking moans of sheer orgasmic joy. Rei thought that he would probably have had a nosebleed from merely hearing the wet, squishy slurping noises as she fucked herself like a woman possessed; the smooth, rounded end of the pole banging repeatedly against her cervix. He would probably have died of a heart attack had he been there to see her ejaculating what seemed like gallons of delicious girlcum several inches into the air from her spasming twat, her arching back, her trembling limbs, her eyes rolling back into her head, groaning aloud as the waves of animal lust crashed over her. Lacking the energy to return to bed, she had pulled the duvet down over her and curled up on the floor beneath it, lying in her own secretions, soaked almost to the tips of her toes with her own cum. She passed out almost immediately and slept until almost midday. She needed to keep the window open all the next day to rid the room of the musky smell of her sex. -- "So, how is it? Not too spicy for you, is it?" Gendo noticed that Rei's attention seemed to be elsewhere. She had lowered her chopsticks and moved around uncomfortably in her chair. Her eyes seemed to be flicking around the room and her face even seemed a little flushed. "The food is good, sir." Rei blinked twice and resumed eating. "...and I would like to pour it all over myself and have you lick it off me." The second part of her reply was only in her imagination... "But not for much longer..." Rei stared blankly downwards into her bowl, her hair spilling forwards over her forehead. Gendo Ikari thought that he would like to rub his face against her luxuriant shock of unkempt azure, but he steadfastly concentrated upon his curry, his expression unreadable behind his highly reflective spectacles. He had not had a drink for several hours and his hands were beginning to tremble. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 8 X-Original-Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2003 22:05:23 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 8 - Paradise By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne As the barbiturates embraced her, Rei felt as though she were wrapped in a blanket of the finest purple velvet. She floated upon high, surrounded by gentle air currents in a bright blue, sunny sky. She was no longer afraid. Everything was okay now. Her arms and legs seemed to float off by themselves into the green. She didn't need them, because she had not a care in the world. Below, behind, above, as well as in dimensions that did not, or no longer existed, the rainbows followed. The small brown bottle dropped from her grip, hanging in mid air for several seconds as it slowly rotated about its axis. The name 'Gendo Ikari' detached itself from the label and floated above in glowing pink kanji, before dropping out of existence, swiftly followed by the bottle. Ten thousand million little blue pills. The wooden floor of her bedroom felt softer than the finest feather mattress as it rushed up to meet her. All was right with the world. -- She understood the world 'seduce', but only as an abstract. "se·duce tr.v. se·duced, se·duc·ing, se·duc·es 1. To lead away from duty, accepted principles, or proper conduct. 2. To induce to engage in sex. a. To entice or beguile into a desired state or position. b. To win over; attract. [Middle English seduisen, from Old French seduire, seduis-, alteration (influenced by Medieval Latin sdcere, to lead astray), of suduire, to seduce from Latin subdcere, to withdraw : sub-, sub- + dcere, to lead; see deuk- in Indo-European Roots.]" Knowing very little about the behaviour of other humans, and even less about the intricacies of love, lust and attraction, aside from the basic physical mechanics, Rei did not even know where to begin with Gendo. So many subtle looks and gestures between male and female; signals of interest, signals of receptiveness, signals of want, signals of need. The behaviour of lovers she had observed from her limited viewpoint on the world confounded her. People simply did not strip naked and jump upon the object of their desire - rather, they were actors, engaging in discreet performances of a work that made no sense to her. A foreign language. It frustrated her. Why could Commander Ikari not behave towards her as he had when he believed her to be asleep? Why could he not simply enter her room and kiss her, run his hands over her, take pleasure in her? All she wanted was to feel his warm body against hers, the strength of his arms encircling her, the weight of his body on top of her, his hands on her breasts, his maleness sheathed deeply within her body, his hot seed filling her womb. Why could he not just take her, then keep her as his woman forever without all of this unnecessary effort? After all, she mused - the animals seemed happy living this way. Why did everything have to be so complicated? -- The dusty grandfather clock read half-past 2 o'clock. Gendo was slow to answer the knock at his study door. Rei shivered slightly in the draughty hallway as the crack at the bottom was illuminated. The sound of shuffling feet. The turn of a key in the lock. "Yes? What is it Rei?" Gendo wore a blue flannel night-shirt that reached almost to his ankles. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes tired and heavy-lidded. He smelt of whisky. She thought he looked gorgeous. "I could not sleep." Rei blinked her stunning maroon eyes, clasping her hands together. She wore only her loose-fitting school shirt, the top three buttons unfastened. It reached down far enough to cover her panties, sweeping upwards at the sides, leaving the soft, pale skin of her hips exposed, along with the entire length of her silky-smooth thighs. Gendo's eyes narrowed. A flash of anger crossed his face, only to disappear as quickly as it had come. He folded his arms across his chest. "Why are you bothering me?" his voice betrayed his annoyance. Rei looked back, blankly. "Go back to bed, Rei." He grunted gruffly at her. "Yes, sir." Rei tipped her head forward slightly as Gendo swung the door shut, removing his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and fore-finger as he did so. She turned to walk away as she heard him fumbling with the key. -- Sometimes feelings of attraction can make a person act against their nature. This was one of those times. Her shoulder throbbed, a dull ache at the spot it had connected squarely with the door. Fragments of splintered wood from the doorframe had exploded outwards several feet. Gendo had been thrown backwards as the door connected squarely with his face, the bookcase halting his momentum. He glared at her in a mixture of disbelief and fury, blood trickling slowly from his right nostril as he clutched his palm to his forehead. His glasses had fallen to the floor. "I cannot sleep." Rei stood in the middle of the room, taking in her surroundings. Gendo had thousands of books. When he had run out of shelf space, he had resorted to piling them on the floor. He had wall charts filled with symbols, both scientific and arcane, which Rei did not understand. There were a lot of empty whisky and vodka bottles lying around on every available surface. Beside the grubby pillow of his single bed lay an old, red leather-bound tome with the words "Paradise Lost" in gold lettering on the spine. The room smelt strongly of tobacco. "You... you... broke down my door!" he sounded incredulous. "I am feeling cold." Rei fixed him with her gaze. "Have you lost your mind? Get out!" he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Look at my skin. Look how soft and smooth it is." "Get out of my room. Now!" Gendo's voice shook with anger. "It is completely flawless. I have no moles or blemishes anywhere upon my body." She ran a finger slowly along her cheekbone, and stroked the extra-sensitive skin of her neck. She cupped her left breast and gently squeezed it through her shirt, her nipple hardening almost instantly against the thin cotton. "Would you like to see for yourself, Commander?" "REI! What are you talking about?" "Would you like to touch me?" she began to unbutton the remainder of her shirt. "Leave me alone!" clenching his fists, Gendo screamed at the top of his voice. Veins bulged at his temples. "I want you..." Rei slowly slid her hand inside the waistband of her panties. "GET OUT!" "I am still tight inside, even after the Angel raped me..." Gendo's face twitched... There was complete silence... And then... He snapped. -- "YOU LITTLE BITCH! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Commander Ikari's hands closed around Rei's throat as he pinned her against the wall with all his strength. His bloodstained visage was contorted with blind rage and tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he began to squeeze the life from her. She remained totally impassive. "LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" his hot breath rasped against her face. Rei did not change her expression. She could not breathe "YOU'RE JUST A CHEAP LITTLE SLUT! NO WONDER IT RAPED YOU!" Gendo ground his teeth, his eyes bulging from his skull. Rei's vision began to blur. She began to feel dizzy. She smiled at him. He spat in her face. -- Gendo slammed the door behind him as Rei lay in a heap in the hallway, gasping for breath. She could still hear him snarling. The sound of objects being thrown. Her lip was bleeding - he had punched her in the face with all his strength. She had continued to smile. Her ribs throbbed. It hurt to breathe. He had kicked her once, twice, three times. She had continued to smile. -- Rei walked across the cold blue tiles of the bathroom floor and opened the medicine cabinet. She reached for a small brown glass bottle, the location of which she had memorised when she first arrived, just in case. The label read 'Phenobarbital' "If I cannot be yours..." Rei Ayanami gazed at the diffuse moonlight through the frosted glass windowpane. She smiled once again, before walking purposefully to her bedroom. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami : Fallen Angel - Chapter 9 X-Original-Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2003 22:05:51 +0100 Rei Ayanami: - Fallen Angel Chapter 9 - Vicarious By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne "If I cannot be yours... I would rather be nothing." Rei's last coherent sentence to Gendo before the darkness had claimed her. Her words reverberated inside his skull as he sat in his leather armchair, hands steepled before him, watching over her as she lay upon the sofa opposite. Her breathing was shallow, her heartbeat rapid, fluttering beneath her ribs like a trapped bird. The purple welt on her jaw stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin, which had taken on a distinctly deathlike pallor. Her bottom lip was swollen and blackened with an encrusting of dried blood. The actions of his own hands. The sickening vandalism of his own, most perfect work. An outside observer to Rei Ayanami's internal battle against the depressant chemicals within her own bloodstream, Gendo felt as powerless as he could ever remember, at least since Yui had been taken away... The urge to smash his head repeatedly against the wall was overpowering. He had paced backwards and forwards swearing and cursing, clawing at his eyes with his fingernails. How could he have been so stupid, so irresponsible? -- He was as scared for himself as he was for Rei. Even as the Supreme Commander of NERV, he doubted that he would be able to explain away her injuries and drugged state as an accident if he were to take her to Tokyo-3 General Hospital. Too many questions... Taking Rei to NERV's own medical facilities was out of the question. People, colleagues, subordinates would talk. Too many rumours... Ritsuko's house? No, he couldn't do that. She would forever think of him as a child abuser, a threat to women. Too many things would change... He had screamed her name over and over, shaking her still body violently. The empty bottle beside her on the floor had told him everything he needed to know. Rei's pale, blood-streaked vomit sloshed noisily into the toilet bowl. He had forced her to drink three pints of warm salt water, then slid his fingers into the back of her throat, rubbing her back as she retched over and over again. She groaned deliriously as her body was wracked with agonising dry heaves, before slumping face-first upon the tiles, trembling like a leaf in a pool of her own bile and stomach acids. Tens of small blue tablets floated amongst the regurgitated mess. Gendo slid down the wall into a sitting position, the cool ceramic against his back. He panted for breath, sweat issuing forth from his every pore. He grasped hold of Rei's waist and rolled her onto her back. Supporting her neck and shoulders, he cradled her in his arms, rocking her back and forth. He began to sob uncontrollably. -- Those words... those filthy sexual words... coming from *her* mouth... This was not how she was meant to be. He had panicked, lost his head. He just wanted her to stop talking like a common slut, to stop betraying his memories of *her*. He had lashed out, again and again - and again. He had driven her to this. Now, he wished that he could hear her voice just once more. -- He wanted her so badly that it hurt. After all this time, living in the same house as a woman again had resurrected certain feelings within him. A few short months ago, he thought of Rei as a commodity, of more value to him than the pilot of Unit-01 or that obnoxious German girl, but a commodity nonetheless. He was interested in her. He had watched her grow, had overseen her development. He had taken some pride in his work. He had been the one to name her, and had a hands-on role in her education. He had always assumed that Rei saw him as a father figure, a teacher. He did not understand how such a ripe, beautiful young woman could ever harbour such feelings towards him. It had only happened to him once before in his life and he still found it difficult accept even this event. Could it be that somewhere deep inside Rei Ayanami, *she* still lived? A spark, a dying ember, the faintest shadow of *her* within the depths of the soul he had created? Something which had unconsciously directed Rei's feelings? Could it be that this was some sort of vicarious love, the repeating of history? As a scientist, the idea was preposterous to him, yet he could not completely place it out of mind. Every night as he lay in bed, surrounded by an alcoholic haze, he thought of Rei. She was so close to him - resting just one room away, her soft blue hair partially covering her face - her long smooth legs - her toned calves - the gentle swell of her hips - her slim waist, her large, soft, round, yet perky breasts, capped with those beautiful coral pink nipples... He wanted to feel her warmth, to explore every inch of her body with his fingers and tongue, to run his hands over those fabulous curves, to feel her firm, youthful skin respond to his touch. He imagined kissing her deeply for hours, wondering how good her mouth would taste as he explored it with his tongue, his saliva mingling with hers. He wanted to suckle noisily on those perfect nipples, to run his face between the soft valley between her heaving breasts. He imagined giving them extra special attention, playing with them for hours as he continued to kiss her. The thought of her warm, sopping wet, velvety snatch drove him to distraction. He wanted to experience this most of all. Her slowly trickling love juices, the fresh scent of her arousal (as opposed to the experience of masturbating with her panties), the pink womanly folds of her delicate flower accepting him into her. The slickness of her sugar walls surrounding him, enveloping him, manipulating him, squeezing, teasing him on to new levels of excitement. Sometimes he wanted to forget the pain. To be wanted by another, if only in a physical sense, to place his burden aside for a short time and seek solace in animal lust. He desired the warmth of her supple young body against his, to feel her azure locks brushing against his chest, to be able to rub his arousal against her leg as she dozed in his arms, to smell himself on her body and to smell her body on himself. He found himself roughly jerking off thinking about her every evening before he allowed himself to sleep. -- Now he sat and watched Rei Ayanami fight for life. It was all his fault. His own handiwork, his own cowardice, the fear of his own sexual feelings; it disgusted him utterly. "You want to *fuck* her, don't you?" "You cannot defile the embodiment of your memories, can you?" Two parallel voices. One body. The battle of reason and desire. Gendo draped a duvet over Rei's still form, gently tucking the corners around her shoulders. He placed his hand flat against her forehead. She was so cold. He stroked her hair tenderly. Pulling his armchair across the floor, positioning it beside the sofa, he took hold of Rei's slim, fragile hand in his own. Lowering his head, he made a silent prayer to all the gods that be that he had managed to reach her in time, that she would be strong, that he would see those sparkling albino eyes once again. For the first time in ten years, Gendo Ikari wept for his grief and sorrow, tears burning hotly in his eyes as his wide shoulders heaved with sobs. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami: Fallen Angel - Chapter 10 X-Original-Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2003 00:21:40 +0100 Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 10 - Smoke By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne Business... He had been away on 'business' a lot lately. In two weeks, he had shown his face at headquarters exactly three times, staying for a couple of hours to tie up any pressing loose ends that could not be dealt with by phone, then disappearing without any explanation whatsoever. When he did not answer his phone, Commander Fuyutsuki had called round to his home and hammered on the front door. It was obvious that Kouzou knew enough of his schedule to know that he had been lying, that he was not out of town at all; even though all the curtains were drawn and everything was silent within, he stood outside for almost an hour, waiting for Gendo to show himself. Yet another Angel attack had occurred which he had left to the capable Major Katsuragi to deal with. He had not even known about it until he read about it in the newspaper the next day. Everything was sliding. He could not keep this up for much longer before questions would be asked. Questions would be asked by the committee, his competency and commitment to the cause would soon be called into doubt. All of his dreams, all of his ambitions would collapse, all would be unrealised. Still, compared to Rei Ayanami, nothing seemed to matter. -- She could still barely walk to the bathroom and back before becoming light-headed and exhausted. She slept deeply for 20 hours a day, lying listlessly on the sofa and staring into space for the remainder, blinking perhaps once a minute. Gendo knew that she belonged in hospital, that she needed specialist care. The drugs had dulled her reactions to the extent that she was almost catatonic - her eyes seemed unable to focus upon anything and she had not uttered a word since she had regained consciousness. His recent behaviour had made him look as guilty as sin. If he were to take her for treatment now, there was a good chance that they would put two and two together to make fifteen. There would be no way to explain or justify his failure to act. At best, he would lose his job; at worst he would be arrested as a child abuser. -- The gap in the curtains allowed a tiny shaft of light to illuminate an area of filthy, threadbare carpet, bisecting the room. It found the outline of an empty Jack Daniel's bottle, causing the glass to sparkle like diamond in the early morning. Gendo inhaled deeply of his cigarette, fighting back the urge to cough and splutter. He held the hot smoke in his lungs for as long as possible, his eyes beginning to water. He attempted to blow a smoke ring, but failed, the strong-smelling cloud swirling nebulously in the beam of brightness. He flicked ash onto the floor beside him and sighed, leaning back in the scuffed leather armchair and closing his eyes. The slight tremble in his free hand revealed his urgent need for a drink, yet he was unable to motivate himself to walk to the kitchen for more whiskey. His whole body stank of sweat and booze - it had been over a week since he had bathed - or slept for more than half an hour at a time. His hair was greasy and his beard grew scraggy. Behind his glasses, his eyes were tired, yellowed and bloodshot. He could not remember the last time he changed his clothes. As he had for the past fortnight, he stared intently at the slow rising and falling of her chest, each breath she took causing a twinge of anxiety within him, a heart-stopping fear that it may be her last. Rei restlessly shifted beneath the duvet before settling again, the light catching her long azure fringe and making it shimmer like cool, sparkling water. Gendo took one last drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out on his arm. -- The whiskey had warmed his belly and steadied his nerves somewhat. Rei's sleeping head rested upon his lap as he slowly ran his fingers through her soft blue locks. Even in her current state, her beauty was undiminished, her pale albino skin remaining as clean and flawless as ever. He stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingers, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin. The angry-looking bruise was beginning to yellow around the edges and her lip had almost completely healed. As he looked at what this quiet, unassuming, gentle girl had been reduced to - no, what *he* had reduced her to, the desire to gnaw off his own fingers grew. He had tried apologising to her during her more lucid moments, tried to make her understand just how bad his own actions had made him feel, the guilt that was killing him inside. She seemed happy to let him spoon soup into her mouth for her as she lay on the sofa, run her a hot bath, or wear his old, baggy shirts around the house, but as a man she ignored him completely. Remembering the look of desire, of absolute want for him that had been on her face only a few short weeks ago made him tremble. Why had he fought against himself? Why had he allowed himself to become so twisted inside? What had happened to him that had allowed him to savagely attack the one person closest to him in the world? What would have been so bad about going with his feelings of lust for her? It would not have been abuse, he reasoned; Rei clearly desired him and would certainly have come to him willingly. He was a man, she was a woman - he was sexually attracted to her and she to him. Where was the problem? Wouldn't Yui herself have wanted him to be happy? Yui. Those days seemed a whole lifetime away. It was hard to believe now that there had once been a time when he had woken up in the mornings and not wished for instant night. A time that his heart had once been gladdened by another; that the house had once been bright, clean and airy, the hallways ringing with the laughter of his infant son; that he had faith, was optimistic for the future. What would Yui say if she could see him now? Surely she would want him to move on, to live again, instead of stagnating in the murky pool of his own memories? He looked down at Rei as her eyes flickered open. Stunning maroon eyes, wide, sparkling and exotic. Alluring eyes, deep enough to swim in, though now focused on a point seemingly beyond the world. Every man has a limit and Gendo Ikari had reached his. This was the end of the road. Life had defeated him, there was no more pride left. He was just a dry, empty husk pretending to be a man. His life and career were collapsing, tumbling down around him. His cold and calculating, master plan seemed such a distant memory now. Ahead lay only fuzzy indistinctness, more pain, more alcohol and finally the barrel of his gun pressed against his temple. At the end of everything, the broken man that was Gendo Ikari cried out for someone to save him. "Rei... I want you to know..." his voice cracked and a bubble of mucus appeared at his nostril as he shook with emotion. Rei stared back blankly. "Rei... let me tell you about my wife..." Tears rolled freely down and dripped from his face, spotting her cheeks as the broken man that was Gendo Ikari bared his soul. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami: Fallen Angel - Chapter 11 X-Original-Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 23:37:07 GMT Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 11 - Sparkle By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne Rei Ayanami looked into the bathroom mirror and saw Rei Ayanami looking back. Tilting her head fractionally sideways, she admired her own reflection, her sensitive maroon eyes blinking slowly in the glare of the fluorescent lighting. Brushing back a strand of hair from the pale skin of her forehead, she suddenly realised just how much her luscious azure locks had grown since she had last been paying attention to their upkeep. It was almost to her shoulders at the back and very, very unruly! It surprised her greatly that Commander Ikari had not commented or ordered her to cut it. He had always been so authoritative on this matter in the past... The Commander. Gendo Ikari. The man of her dreams. In the mirror, an almost imperceivable rosy blush formed on her cheeks at the mere thought of his name. There was a slightly giddy feeling in the pit of her stomach, as well as a small twinge in the warm place between her thighs. She felt as though she were about to faint at the memory of his lips against hers. It had been as though she was in another place as he had spoken to her. Her world had seemed fuzzy and indistinct, as though everything were running in slow motion. His speech was echoy and blurred, like a warped record. The light shimmered and distorted around her, presence somehow affecting its speed and direction. She knew Commander Ikari only by his warmth and smell. Words. Single. Alone. Without purpose. "Yui..." "Yui..." "Wife..." "Loved..." "Yui..." "Time..." "Son..." "Yui..." "Shinji..." "Yui..." "Wife..." "Love..." "Yui..." Snatches of Commander Gendo Ikari in her mind. She did not understand. The smell of the days-old sweat, tobacco and alcohol on his body was exciting her. A wetness upon her face. In the morning light she could see sparkling drops of crystal falling from his face. The Commander was crying. She did not know why. One tear rolled down her face and moistened her lips; it tasted salty to her. She found herself wondering what his semen would taste like. Commander Ikari hugged her against his body with his strong arms as his voice seemed to become more high-pitched. More tears fell. She could feel his rapid heartbeat. She wanted him to hold her so tight that she couldn't move. She wanted the warmth of his body. She wanted his power, his manliness. The sensation of the terrycloth bathrobe and the rough, wiry hair of his chest rubbing against the soft skin of her cheek seemed to grow to encompass her entire body as the scent of his raw maleness filled her nostrils. Through the mist, she felt an aching, a growing tingling in her loins. This was the closest that she had ever been to him; this was what she had wanted for so long. She no longer cared what he had said, what he had done to her or how badly he had hurt her; she just wanted to be taken by *him*; she just wanted him to give it to her, no to *fuck* her. She could feel a spreading warmth in her panties as the urge to hump her crotch against the nearest object grew. She found herself squeezing her silky thighs tightly together in order to accentuate the slow burning, the throbbing within the depths of her womanhood. Would Gendo use this opportunity to mount her and slide his hardness into her eager, waiting, begging snatch? Her hard nipples pressed painfully against the fabric of her shirt. Every fibre of her being cried out for penetration. -- Gendo continued to hug her and cry about things she did not understand. "Yui..." "Love..." "Yui..." "Die..." "Yui..." "Alone..." "Me..." "Yui..." He relaxed his hold upon her and allowed her head to settle in his lap once more. Rei was disappointed to find no strong, firm erection to rub her face against. In a moment of focus, she could see that the commander's eyes were filled with sorrow. He was still crying. It took all of her strength and willpower to raise her arm and caress his cheek, a pins and needles sensation prickling her hand as she felt the fuzz of his scruffy facial hair beneath her fingertips. She was not entirely sure why she chose to do this; somehow it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She just wanted him to be happy again - she wanted to make him happy. "Please Yui, I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I feel so alone..." Rei felt the clouds lifting from her consciousness for a brief moment. "You were never alone." Her tongue felt heavy and thick within her mouth. She gently wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb, then ran a finger softly along his bearded jawbone before giving into exhaustion and allowing her arm to fall limply to the side. -- Commander Ikari had stared in confusion at her for several moments. It seemed like hours to Rei, but perhaps only twenty seconds had passed. His teeth had clenched and his face had twitched almost imperceivably as though he were in deep thought. He slowly leaned forward, cradling her head in his arms as he placed his lips softly against her own. Rei's brain screamed out for her to embrace him, to pull him on top of her to push her tongue into his mouth, to return the kiss as deeply as possible. Her body simply did not have the energy to comply. His warm breath tickled her as his tongue protruded slightly and caressed her lips, taking no further liberties. The smell of the whiskey was overwhelming, saturating her senses and taking her to new heights of arousal; by the time Gendo had broken off, stood up, lowered her head back onto the pillow and left the room, Rei's panties were practically glued to her body with her own secretions. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of booze and cigarettes - the taste of Ikari. It took only the gentlest, feather-light touch upon her blood-engorged clitoris to bring her to a back-arching climax that left a large spreading stain upon her shirt and upon the blanket stuffed between her thighs. -- That had been two days ago. As Rei stood naked in the bathroom, she could still smell the musky scent of her love juices from her ejaculation. It had been almost a week since she last washed. She felt much better. "Commander Ikari must have smelt it." Rei's voice was almost a whisper as she addressed her reflection in the mirror. The thought of the commander being aroused by her natural female scent made Rei quite excited. Her attention was drawn to her round, soft breasts - her twin mounds of warm, pale flesh capped with perfect coral-pink nipples. Already a little large for her C-cup bras, Rei could imagine achieving a D-cup or larger within the next two years. Failing to exhibit even the smallest hint of sag or unevenness, she could not fail to be impressed by her own perfection. She smiled as she imagined Ikari's reaction to seeing them uncovered, her nipples firm, erect and begging to be sucked. She doubted that he would be able to keep his hands off her. The thought of the Commander put Rei in the mood for lust. Unprepared for being so sensitive, so quickly, she gasped as her fingertips fluttered over her slightly puffy aureoles and the twin pegs of ruby at their centre. She kneaded her tender titflesh with both hands, tiny moans escaping her lips. The delicate petals of her womanhood were engorged and flushed pink with arousal as the strong, intoxicating scent of damp pussy reached her nostrils. Rei frowned slightly at the sight of some fine azure stubble covering her juicy mound. She hated the look and feel of hair down there and resolved to shave it completely smooth during her impending shower. "If I am going to wash, I might as well get dirty." Even when leg-humpingly horny, her voice never broke a monotone. Rei slid a finger along her pulsating slit, then brought it to her mouth and tasted her sweet and tangy arousal, sucking sensuously on the digit for the benefit of her reflection. -- If Gendo Ikari had not been in bed sleeping off his hangover (and catching up with his lost sleep) and had chanced to walk past the bathroom door, he would perhaps have been very interested in, or perhaps even stimulated by, the moaning, groaning, squealing, panting and electronic humming coming from inside. -- Rei Ayanami reluctantly switched off the electric toothbrush and pulled it from her rapidly pulsing snatch with a loud, wet slurp, her internal muscles fighting a losing battle to keep it inside. The plastic casing was slick with her juices and girlcum, as were the tiles between her smooth, sleek, womanly thighs. She was slightly relieved not to have shorted out the circuitry with the sheer volume of her ejaculation. She continued to half-heartedly abrade her erect clit with the head of the brush, before clipping it back onto the main unit. Her cheeks were flushed red from her exertion and her girlcum still dripped invitingly from her throbbing cunt. She sighed and rubbed some of her sticky jizz onto her breasts; as pleasant and agreeable as it was, masturbation no longer seemed enough now that she was so close to the real thing. Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Rei placed the toothbrush back upon the shelf above the sink. It was a conscious choice not to rinse it off. The Commander would have a very sweet, tasty and pleasant surprise when he next decided to clean his teeth. Rei shook her head, clearing some of the residual cobwebs and climbed into the shower cubicle. It was time to take the next step. -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami: Fallen Angel - Chapter 12 X-Original-Date: Sat, 17 May 2003 15:24:53 GMT Rei Ayanami - Fallen Angel Chapter 12 - Thorns By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne Gendo knew that he should be feeling incredibly guilty and disgusted with himself, yet he did not feel the slightest bit bad. In fact, he felt better than he had for a very long time. Rei's cheek was resting gently against his bare chest as she regarded him silently with heavy-lidded eyes. He could feel her warm body pressing against and entwined with his own, her soft, smooth skin moist with perspiration as she pressed herself as closely to him as physically possible. As he ran his fingers slowly through her damp, silky hair, he closed his eyes and savoured the sensation of her slow, regular heartbeat and the relaxed rising and falling of her chest. He traced random circular patterns on her lower back with his thumb and felt her shiver slightly, shifting in his embrace in an attempt to get even closer to him. She rubbed her wet, sticky crotch against his upper thigh and let out a small purring noise. The smell of sex lingered strongly in the air and Gendo's crotch was sticky with his - and Rei's secretions. A large wet spot covered the sheet beneath them. He pressed his own semi-erect cock against her belly and sighed contentedly. After the first time they had done it, he found himself hard again less than ten minutes later, so they did it again. Then he kept himself inside her for more than an hour as they kissed passionately, invading each other's mouths with their duelling tongues. Then they did it again. Then he allowed himself to fall asleep whilst still inside. This was not like with Ritsuko, who would hurriedly take a shower, dress, leave his office and return to work. This felt warm and close and pleasant. He just wanted to hold onto Rei and never let her go. -- It had surprised Gendo to return home from a busy day sorting out everything he had let slide at NERV to the smell of cooking. Rei never cooked. He did not believe that Rei even knew how to switch on the oven. Before she came here, she was living almost solely on a diet of instant ramen and curry. He hung up his coat and peered around the kitchen door. The place looked like a tornado had hit - by all appearances, a tornado that enjoyed throwing food on the floor and breaking plates. Amidst the chaos and spillage, there was Rei, dressed in her customary school uniform, calmly stirring away at a pan of mixed vegetables. Delicious aromas filled the air. She turned to look at him as he entered. "I made dinner, Commander." Her voice was as soft and emotionless as ever. Gendo could only stand and stare. "I see." He rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully. "If you excuse my presumptuousness, I have placed your whiskey and cigarettes upon the table in the conservatory. I believed that you may desire a drink before you eat, sir." Utterly flabbergasted, the commander left the kitchen without saying another word and walked quickly to his waiting alcohol and tobacco. -- Gendo stared out through the dirty glass of the conservatory as the last rays of the setting sun illuminated the overgrown, disordered garden - creating long, menacing-looking haphazard shadows. He took a swig of Jack Daniel's directly from the bottle and remembered the times he would sit here with Yui in the weeks following their marriage and watch evening fall. They would share good wine, good food and stimulating conversation before going upstairs and making love into the early hours of the morning. He sparked up a cigarette, leaned against the window and stared out, smoke curling from the corners of his mouth. Nearly 16 years ago - how time passed. It was at times like this, as he looked at the thorny hedge that had once been a rosebush, or the wooden garden seat; the white paint flaking and peeling, almost totally engulfed in greenery, that he realised just how much could change. Everything changed... except himself. He would come home from work to a hot meal cooked by his young, beautiful wife. There would always be a full bottle of wine laid out in the conservatory for him. Yui told him to put his feet up and relax after a hard day at the office whilst she finished the preparation. There was no way that Rei could have known this, he reasoned; yet still, something about the way she had spoken to him had caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. -- "Did you microwave this, Rei...?" Gendo probed the brownish, friable mass that had once been rib-eye steak before him with the tip of his knife. "Yes, sir." The reply from the kitchen. He cut off a small piece and gingerly scooped it into his mouth. He closed his eyes, uttered a silent prayer and bit down. "Is everything in order, sir?" Rei walked into the dining room carrying her own plate. "Yes, of course... the steak is fine. I have never tried one cooked in a microwave before." He chewed thoughtfully. It looked disgusting and fell apart on his fork, but there was nothing wrong with the taste. He regarded Rei as she walked around the table with her own small plate of peas and carrots. The fact that Rei, being a vegetarian had even cooked meat for him in the first place was a surprise. So preoccupied with the food had he been, that he had failed to notice that Rei now wore only her white school shirt. Each step she took gave him a prolonged flash of her long, shapely legs and her silky-smooth thighs as the fabric rode up to the sides. He nearly choked. "R-rei! W-what happened to your skirt?" Rei placed the plate upon the table and slid back a chair. She leaned upon it briefly, giving Gendo a flash of her firm, bra-encased breasts through her open collar. "I spilt something on it, sir." She brushed a hand through her hair and sat down to eat. -- It had to be intentional. This was Rei's own, unsubtle way of getting what she wanted. He should have been angry. He should have sent her to her room immediately. He should have thrown plates at the wall... He continued to eat in silence, but he paid no attention to the food. He realised that he was taking another step closer to the act that his body wanted so badly. He thanked heaven for his glasses reflecting the illumination from the crystal chandelier, hiding his staring eyes from her. His eyes focussed on the soft skin of her neck. Rei seemed to be tilting her head slightly, exposing the area further to his gaze. It looked so warm, so kissable... so lickable... He found himself staring at that thick, luscious hair. How badly he wanted to rub his face over it... Those exotic maroon eyes, big enough to go swimming in... Those smooth lips he had kissed once and wanted, no needed to kiss again... That clean, pale skin, all over her body for him to touch and explore... His heart pounded in his chest and he felt an erection beginning to form in his trousers. He struggled to swallow the hard, partially uncooked carrots he chewed upon. Rei ate in silence, looking calmly downwards at her own meal. "Rei..." his voice wavered. "Yes, commander?" she looked up, her eyes meeting his through the lenses of his spectacles. "I... ummm... that is to say... I... I... I... think..." he had felt this uncomfortable the first time he had gone on a date with Yui. They had gone dancing. Yui was wearing blue. Then they had gone to this ramen place and... Why was he remembering this now? "Sir?" Rei blinked her stunning crimson eyes once. "I think that you look good... Really good." He looked at his knees, screwing his eyes tightly shut, furious at himself for his inept outburst. "Thank you, commander." When Gendo raised his head again, Rei had resumed eating. She now had her shirt unbuttoned halfway down, her plain cotton bra clearly visible. The upper slopes of her large, soft breasts bulged outwards from their confines, creating an impressive cleavage that seemed to draw him like a moth to the flame. His hardness strained against his pants. Every time that Rei called him 'commander', he felt that she was somehow teasing him. She was smiling at him now. Placing his head in his hands he cried out silently to Yui for help, the final plea of a desperate man. Yui had no answer. Yui would not save him from what he was about to do. Yui looked back at him from across the table and beckoned him onwards. -- Rei had stood up as he walked over to her. He could feel himself trembling as he approached. Being at least a foot taller than her he towered above her, yet it was clear to him that Rei held the power now. He could have walked away, locked the door to his study, laid on his bed and jerked off until he was firing blanks. He could have resisted and shown that he was above temptation, greater than the needs of the flesh, proved to her that he was as cold as everyone at NERV said he was. He could have resisted anything... ....except for that smile. For that smile was Yui's. Gendo gently placed his hands upon her shoulders and felt the warmth of her body through her shirt. Her bright, sparkling eyes met his dark, sunken, tired ones. He gazed with burning desire at her as she looked upwards at him, her expression now as unreadable as ever. His ears buzzed with excitement and he was a little light-headed. He had felt like this once before - a long, long time ago. All the fight was gone now. He had crossed the line. There was no-way back. "May I kiss you, Rei?" his voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. A brief pause that could have been a thousand years. "Yes." -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-" ---------- From: Psaiyan Prince Vegeta Subject: [Eva][FanFic][Lemon] Rei Ayanami: Fallen Angel - chapter 13 X-Original-Date: Sat, 24 May 2003 21:40:10 GMT Rei Ayanami: Fallen Angel Chapter 13 - Tongue By David 'Psaiyan' Hawthorne "May I kiss you, Rei?" She thought that Gendo would never ask - the more that he stared uncomfortably downwards and played with his food, the more the tingling feeling between her legs had increased and the urge to disregard his authority and leap across the table and onto his face had grown. Rei had never heard the commander's voice sound so frail. As he stared at her, his eyes burning with lust, she could feel that his hands were trembling as they clasped her shoulders. Her own stomach knotted with pent-up excitement; this was the moment that she had dreamed about for so, so long. She briefly closed her eyes and imagined the delicious things that lay ahead. "Yes." So many more meaningful words had lined up to escape her lips, but she chose the most relevant to her needs. Talking was unnecessary. -- He was so close that she could smell him. Whiskey, cigarettes, aftershave and perspiration. The smell that was characteristically Gendo. The smell that made her so horny and wet. The smell that she wanted to be covered with. The commander licked his lips and smiled weakly at her, small beads of perspiration beginning to dot his forehead. He brought his face close enough for hers to feel his hot breath on her sensitive skin. "Rei... you look so good." Closing his eyes, he clenched his teeth, causing his jaw muscles to ripple slightly. It was as though some deliberation had troubled his mind momentarily, before being dismissed. He blinked once, a new firmness in his gaze. His fingers tightened powerfully around her shoulders. Then he pressed his lips tightly against hers. -- Rei's heart pounded in her chest as a prickling sensation swept over her entire body, before localising itself within the depths of her femaleness. As the scent of Gendo washed over her, she felt the roughness of his lips rubbing against her own smoothness, giving her goosebumps all over. Gendo held the kiss, neither breaking away, nor pulling her closer. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the glorious sensation of physical contact. She allowed herself an appreciative "Mmmmm". Slowly but surely, Gendo's fingers roamed from her shoulders and across her slim back, their pressure never abating. She slowly opened her mouth; her heart skipping a beat as the Commander's wide, thick tongue demanded access. As his tongue filled her mouth, she noticed that Gendo's saliva was much thicker and gooier than her own, his kiss tasting like his ashtray smelt. A burning sensation grew in her loins as he tilted his head, deepening the embrace. Her nipples stood almost painfully erect against the fabric of her bra, sweat trickling between the valley of her velvety cleavage. His fingernails tightened against her shirt-covered back. His tongue began to lash around within her mouth, probing every line and depth with a quiet, slurping noise, gently applying suction - it felt nice. Unsure of exactly what to do next, she flicked her own tongue tentatively against the intruder. Growing more and more excited by the second, Gendo kissed her harder still. It seemed to Rei that he was trying to force his tongue down her throat. The fingers of one hand were now exploring the small of her back whilst the other roughly tousled her soft, azure hair. Saliva dripped down her chin as Gendo's spectacles fell noisily to the floor. The commander was almost snarling with lust, he made no effort to pick them up. A warm, wet, familiar and pleasant feeling spread within her panties. Gingerly, slightly unsure of what to do next, she made her first movements towards the commander, placing her palm firmly upon his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his crimson shirt. Gendo's body tensed and immediately pulled away. He stared at her with an expression that she had seen only once before. His eyes were flicking wildly from side to side, his face tightened and pale, his bottom lip was clenched firmly between his teeth. Commander Ikari looked as though he wanted to kill her. She realised that she had led him on, that she pushed him to far once again. She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the impending blow to the face. It never came. Instead, Gendo buried his face in the small of her neck and lapped catlike at the soft, smooth skin whilst murmuring in excitement, licking his way across her cheek until he found her eager mouth once again. -- "I want to touch you." it seemed more like a command than a request. Rei slid her school shirt from her shoulders and cast it to the ground. His hands went straight for her breasts, encircling her round, soft mounds. These were not like the slender, stimulating fingers of her frequent masturbation sessions. She could feel the roughness, the strength in his touch as he frenziedly pawed her tits through her bra, taking his own pleasure in her. She had to contain a gasp as he squeezed her soft, ripe boobs with all his strength, his other hand doing likewise to her firm buttocks, the generous flesh bulged in his grasp, giving Rei equal measures of pain and delight. He squeezed her tightly against him and kissed her passionately once more. She encircled his waist with her arms and melted into the embrace. Gendo groped her ass with both hands, pulling her even closer to him still. Through the fabric of his trousers, his firm erection was pressed against her toned stomach as Rei felt her own breasts being forcibly flattened against his chest. The crotch of her panties was entirely soaked through with her sweet nectar; her delicate petals flared wide with arousal, her prominent clit easily to be seen through the near-transparent fabric. She could smell her own sex in the air and knew that the Commander must be able to smell it too. Breaking off his kiss. No! Why had he done that? "You excite me." He snogged her harder and more noisily stills. It felt to Rei as though he were trying to suck the breath from her. She almost fainted in pleasure as Gendo raised his knee slowly between her thighs and applied pressure upon her sopping-wet womanhood, the seam of his trouser leg pressing directly upon her throbbing clit. He fumbled roughly with the back fastening of her bra, unable to release her aching breasts, swollen at least another cup size from excitement, from their confines. She was so sensitive. Her body cried out for him, his every touch was like electricity upon her skin. Bucking her hips against his leg, she gasped weakly. His scent covered her body, making Rei feel so indescribably female. She wanted him inside her, filling her, completing her. She wanted nothing more from her life than Gendo Ikari's weight pressing down upon her, his hot seed squirting deeply into her belly, him finally claiming her as his woman, his property. She rubbed her pulsating snatch against him, faster and faster, silent save for her panting breaths. She left large wet trail of her juices upon Gendo's trouser leg as he tugged with frustration at her bra strap. A weak, husky cry of "Commander!" escaped her lips. Rei almost fainted as her orgasm tore through her body; her pussy contacted rhythmically, her cum flowing forth. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and she ground her teeth from the intensity of it. Her fingernails dug into Gendo's lower back as she thrust her crotch repeatedly against his thigh, her ejaculate thoroughly soaking his pants. Popping her tongue free from his mouth, she licked his face, smearing him with her saliva, his wiry stubble and facial hair tickling the sensitive flesh. She collapsed limply in his arms, gasping from the intensity, her body drenched with sweat. -- Gendo Ikari did not speak a single word. Supporting her shoulders with his arm he gently teased her bottom lip between his teeth, then once more entered her mouth with his tongue. Rei shuddered with pleasure as he slipped his hand slowly inside her soaked, sticky panties and began to massage her cleanly-shaven crotch and still-pulsating womanhood with his rough, callused digits, tracing her slit with his index finger. His erection now pressed against her thigh. Having shot her load, this felt soothing, rather than stimulating. She relaxed, becoming like a ragdoll to him, allowing him to continue, her heart rate slowing - she felt safe with him. Minutes passed. Her crimson eyes were heavy-lidded as her thoughts turned to a nice, soft bed, her head upon a feather pillow and the Commander holding her possessively in his arms. It was as though he had read her mind. "Would you like to go to bed with me?" Rei blinked twice. "To sleep, sir?" The corners of Gendo's mouth rose into a smirk. "Not yet, Rei." -- Reverend David "PPV" Hawthorne - ppvegeta@deeks365.removethistomailme.freeserve.co.uk Remove the obvious to reply... '\ _\______ / HENTAI \========@ ____|__________\_____ / ___________________ \ \/ _===============_ \/ "-===============-"