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[Yu-Gi-Oh! AU] Don't Think Twice before You Listen To Your Heart; Follow the Trace for a New Start
[This was supposed to be an exciting class trip.
The spring semester was about to come to a close, and Inko Hakuba's first few months in high school were supposed to end with a fun trip for everyone before the summer vacation began.
Said fun trip?
Going to Egypt.
Truth be told, she'd been looking forward to this trip for weeks; it was meant to be a trip for the senior students, but after a particular incident that was not disclosed to the public, the funds and tickets were given to the first years for free (so long as the student had a usable passport) as punishment for the students in question in lieu of barring their chances at graduation.
So Inko and her class were shuttled onto a bus, put on a plane, and were sent to Egypt as a cultural studies trip.
Her very first trip, her very first trip without her parents, and to a foreign country, no less! She was being taken to a land of adventure, full of beautiful golden sands, priceless artifacts, and ancient magic and wonder.
(Of course, it was not actually like that; but nobody had the heart to tell the poor girl that when she excitedly got on the plane. She was only fifteen, less than one month off from her sixteenth birthday, and she was clearly very excited!)
Their first stop was an outdoor market near Cairo, which was clearly trying to appeal to tourists like Inko who bought into the idea of the country rather than the reality. An old woman with graying hair reached out to Inko as she passed a stall, and stopped her as she was about to walk past.
Her classmates didn't notice that they left her behind.
"Yes...?" She asked in clumsy Arabic.
"You...I've seen you before."
The woman spoke in perfect Japanese, but it was clear that she was not a native speaker. Her mouth moved in a strange way, and they didn't seem to match her words, but Inko understood her perfectly.
"I...Excuse me?" Inko blinked.
The woman fished under the counter, pulling something out and holding it to Inko.
It looked like some kind of stone, almost the size of her fist. The image of what looked to be a tiger was carved on it, and the stone...looked old.
Quite old.
"For you. Don't worry about paying."
Inko took it in her hand and held it to her chest, and it felt warm in her hand. She didn't understand what was going on, but she nodded.
"I...if you're...thank you."
She bowed quickly, hurrying to catch up to the other students that were milling around nearby at another stall.
She dreamt of a voice that night, speaking to her. It was faint and muffled, and she couldn't understand it.
It wasn't until the next day, when they went to visit the Cairo museum, that she understood the words:
"Find me."
When she and her classmates went to the museum, she found herself stopping at a stone tablet on the wall with the same tiger etched into it; it looked like he was staring right at her...but that couldn't be right! That was a carving!
And yet...
She felt the stone in her hand growing warm, almost burning to the touch as she felt it...
Phase inside her body.
And something opened up under her, swallowing her whole as she fell into an abyss to the horrified screaming of her classmates nearby.
...
And there she was, lying in her Domino High school uniform inside what looked to be an open sarcophagus, the mummy long since removed. She was in the fetal position, short hair in disarray as she hugged herself.
She was unconscious...
And she wasn't in the museum anymore.]
The spring semester was about to come to a close, and Inko Hakuba's first few months in high school were supposed to end with a fun trip for everyone before the summer vacation began.
Said fun trip?
Going to Egypt.
Truth be told, she'd been looking forward to this trip for weeks; it was meant to be a trip for the senior students, but after a particular incident that was not disclosed to the public, the funds and tickets were given to the first years for free (so long as the student had a usable passport) as punishment for the students in question in lieu of barring their chances at graduation.
So Inko and her class were shuttled onto a bus, put on a plane, and were sent to Egypt as a cultural studies trip.
Her very first trip, her very first trip without her parents, and to a foreign country, no less! She was being taken to a land of adventure, full of beautiful golden sands, priceless artifacts, and ancient magic and wonder.
(Of course, it was not actually like that; but nobody had the heart to tell the poor girl that when she excitedly got on the plane. She was only fifteen, less than one month off from her sixteenth birthday, and she was clearly very excited!)
Their first stop was an outdoor market near Cairo, which was clearly trying to appeal to tourists like Inko who bought into the idea of the country rather than the reality. An old woman with graying hair reached out to Inko as she passed a stall, and stopped her as she was about to walk past.
Her classmates didn't notice that they left her behind.
"Yes...?" She asked in clumsy Arabic.
"You...I've seen you before."
The woman spoke in perfect Japanese, but it was clear that she was not a native speaker. Her mouth moved in a strange way, and they didn't seem to match her words, but Inko understood her perfectly.
"I...Excuse me?" Inko blinked.
The woman fished under the counter, pulling something out and holding it to Inko.
It looked like some kind of stone, almost the size of her fist. The image of what looked to be a tiger was carved on it, and the stone...looked old.
Quite old.
"For you. Don't worry about paying."
Inko took it in her hand and held it to her chest, and it felt warm in her hand. She didn't understand what was going on, but she nodded.
"I...if you're...thank you."
She bowed quickly, hurrying to catch up to the other students that were milling around nearby at another stall.
She dreamt of a voice that night, speaking to her. It was faint and muffled, and she couldn't understand it.
It wasn't until the next day, when they went to visit the Cairo museum, that she understood the words:
"Find me."
When she and her classmates went to the museum, she found herself stopping at a stone tablet on the wall with the same tiger etched into it; it looked like he was staring right at her...but that couldn't be right! That was a carving!
And yet...
She felt the stone in her hand growing warm, almost burning to the touch as she felt it...
Phase inside her body.
And something opened up under her, swallowing her whole as she fell into an abyss to the horrified screaming of her classmates nearby.
...
And there she was, lying in her Domino High school uniform inside what looked to be an open sarcophagus, the mummy long since removed. She was in the fetal position, short hair in disarray as she hugged herself.
She was unconscious...
And she wasn't in the museum anymore.]
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Bakura hums contently, eventually breaking the kiss to nip at Inko's bottom lip and slowly begin to kiss down her jaw, to her neck.
His hands finally reach her breasts. Gods, he's wanted at them since he saw them earlier in the day. So plush, so full.
Bakura sinks his fingers into her supple bosom and groans against her collar bone at the sensation.]
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[She whimpers against his touch, opting to trace little symbols into his skin: Love, beloved, beautiful. They were in Japanese, so it wasn't as though he would understand her, but...it felt right to do.
It was a way to communicate when she was too overwhelmed to really form words.
And oh, his hands on her breasts and his mouth on her neck. She didn't know that those were even sensitive, but nnnnnnh, she knew now.]
Feels...g-good...
[Good enough to where she gently ran one of her feet against her lover, wrapping one leg around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.]
Ba...kura...!
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Perhaps he's a bit impatient but Bakura hurries to lick down to her cleavage --
And promptly smothers his face between her breasts, groaning loudly as he breathes in her scent and feels her warmth.
Gods, they're perfect... He could drown in them quite literally and die a happy man. (An exaggeration but he's horny right now.)]
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[Bolts of pleasure burst from her nipples as he tugs and pinches them; her stomach's so tight, her body so warm. This feels so good...!
She's never felt anything so pleasurable before.
Touching her own breasts never gave her this kind of reaction, so what was it about Bakura -- face smothered in her bosom and fingers playing her like an instrument -- that made her arch into his touch and rub against him?]
Oh...oh...!
[She feels so hot between her legs...]
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His eyes remained locked on her face, wanting to see her expression, wanting to see her feel such pleasure for the first time.]
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[What was...
Gods, his tongue. His tongue, his tongue, his tongue against her nipple was like encasing her in liquid heat. Inko arched her back and writhed against his touch, not even bothering to do anything but wrap her arms around his neck, desperate to hang on and keep him as close as possible.
She wanted more, more, more--]
Y-Your...t-tongue...it's...
[She closes her eyes, mouth open in a silent scream as she pants, desperate and needy for...
Something.
She wants more, but she's not sure what she wants. She just knows that it's so much, but not enough.]
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Bakura closes his lips around her sensitive nub and gently begins to suck, still occasionally swirling his tongue around or flicking it. His hand continues to squeeze, knead, and massage the other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, pressing down on it and allowing it to pop back up from the sheer amount of arousal Inko's experiencing.
He eventually pulls back with a wet pop...
Only to go right back to sucking, this time a bit more voraciously, switching between smothering her breast inside his mouth or pulling back to pleasure her with only his tongue, getting her sensitive skin covered in his saliva.]
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[Speaking in Hieratic is a trial; it's hard for her to not just devolve into Japanese at this point, desperate and needy and ready to beg him for whatever he has in store for her.
His touch is making her see heaven in ways she never thought possible. Could pleasure really get better than this...? She feels like she's...!
She moans with every lick and breathes in open-mouthed pants, lips glistening with saliva.
She's like an angel being deflowered in the sunlight.]
I...f-feel...l-like...
[She opens her eyes, lidded and desperate and almost mad with desire.]
I'm...g-going crazy...!
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To her pelvis, moving her legs over his shoulders as he nestles between them, kissing and licking along her pelvis.
He can feel how hot her body is. The thief can't wait to see how wet she is -- and taste her.]
You'd make Isis blush with your beauty...
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But then he moved away. He was kissing down her stomach, kissing along her pelvis, moving her legs over his shoulders, he was so close to her...!
And...Gods.
His words.
His words made her feel...hot. Hot in her heart, hot between her legs, hot in her face...]
I...y-you think I'm...
[Gods, she can feel herself tearing up with joy and pleasure--]
That...b-beautiful...? Really...?
[Nobody's said anything like that about her before...]
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[He says without hesitation. It's true, after all. She's exactly his type physically. Personality... He's certainly warming up to her.
Bakura shifts lower still, taking a moment to simply admire Inko's beauty. He knows not to rush here. It's her first time doing any of this... so... it needs to be special.
He wraps one hand around her thigh, the other softly strokes from her clitoris and down her lips, getting a bit of juices on to his finger.]
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No...Perhaps moonstruck is the better word here. Bakura is like the moon, lighting up the night and wandering through the sky, lighting the way for all travelers even as they follow the North Star.
Her eyes are wide, expression open and shocked and hopeful and affectionate and yearning and--]
Haaaah..!!!!
[--Completely suckerpunched with pleasure as she wheezes out an open-mouthed moan and widens her eyes as he touches her.
What was that?!
Her sex clenched with want, and wetness and heat gathered where he gently stroked her.]
Ba...Bakura...that's my...!
[Nobody's ever looked there before. He's the first man to ever look upon it, to touch it.
Not even she touched it before...!]
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He strokes her again, this time pushing his finger in between her lips, resting it against her opening for a moment before he brings it up to his mouth to lick clean.
Just as delicious as he thought she'd be. Perhaps even sweeter.]
And...? It's gorgeous.
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It's gorgeous.
He thinks it's gorgeous.
He--]
Nhaa--
[--was teasing her with his finger, pushing it just between her lips and brushing sensitive nerves along her opening for just a moment, giving her a taste of what she could experience, only to jerk it away just as quick.
Gently, she rubbed herself against him, trying to encourage more touch.
Though her expression would probably do that more:
She's watching him through her eyelashes with lidded eyes and bitten lips, cheeks flushed and her hands trailing down to her own breasts.
He liked her breasts, right...? It felt good when he touched them. How would he react if she started fondling herself, just a little...?]
I-If you like it...th-then...
[Arousal gave her courage. Love gave her courage--]
Do what you will with me. Play with my body however you see fit.
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Then... relax and enjoy yourself...
[And he uses his one hand to gently spread her labia apart, leaning in to run his tongue down it this time.
A few licks before he nudges against her opening... then back up to her clit, which he swirls his tongue around.
He'll get her off like this first. Then if she wants more, he use his tongue to fuck her instead of a finger. It's softer and more flexible anyways.]
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[Whatever she thought pleasure was, it was nothing compared to this. Those licks on her breast felt amazing, but compared to this, it was...
Gods.
Inko's legs tensed almost immediately, and her hands moved down to his hair, trying her best not to grip and tug. It...It felt so good, though...!!]
Bakura...
[She wanted to scream, but the only things that came out were shuddered, desperate sighs and needy moans.]
Bakura...!!
[Something...Something was building...Something was...Oh, Gods.]
S-something's...S-something's...I'm feeling...!! Nnnnn...!
[She felt so hot, her legs were shaking, she was so tense...!!]
Bakura...!!!
[His name was a desperate prayer on her lips as pleasure beyond anything she's ever known consumed her, and wet heat flowed from her sex.
She was...
She was...!
She was...!!!]
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He continues with steady, slow, gentle movements to stimulate the sensitive bud. Nothing overwhelming. He wants her to be able to experience everything that's happening as she builds up to her first orgasm.
Bakura groans softly into a sigh, tongue swirling, carefully lapping against her clitoris.
Just a bit more and she'll be pushed over the edge...]
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Wait, there was more?! This wasn't...where the peak was? The peak wasn't there yet, she was still building higher, and higher, and higher--
She didn't even realize she was chanting his name, desperate and keening as her legs finally tensed, the spring in her core tightened, and--
She moaned like she was in heat as she hit that precipice, that...something filling her body and consuming her from the inside out.
She kept chanting Bakura's name, clutching him tight, desperate and needy as something squirted out of her and made her legs shake uncontrollably--!!]
Bakura, Bakura, Bakura, Bakura--!!
[This was an orgasm. This -- this intense feeling that was beyond anything she'd ever felt, this tender closeness wrapped in heat and pleasure -- was what everyone whispered about and made her classmates whisper scandalously in secluded hallways and empty bathrooms.
She loved this.
And she especially loved that it was Bakura who gave it to her.]
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The fact that she squirts when she comes.
That gets a ecstatic little cackle out of Bakura as he feels it hit his face but he doesn't pull back, instead continuing to work her clit to help prolong the orgasm. He loves when women secrete a higher than normal amount of juices. Getting absolutely covered in them...
He eventually does pull back, licking his lips like a cat who just finished a saucer of cream, and it smirks up at Inko.]
Well? How was it...?
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No. Not that.
Like she's floating...? Floating and wrapped up in a cotton blanket all at the same time, perhaps.
She smiles at Bakura, soft and giddy and almost silly with bliss. She runs her fingers through his hair; Gods, she can feel everything. She's tingling...]
Amazing...
[A happy, sweet little giggle.]
You're amazing...
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I know. I've been told I have a gifted tongue. In more ways than one.
[He nuzzles her thigh, remaining in his spot for now.]
Did that quench your thirst or do you still want more...?
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Yeah, she can see that. He's a smooth talker, and oh, what he can do to her body...
Inko's cheeks grow a bit pink.]
I...want you to feel good, too.
[Honestly, the thought of her seeing his face in this kind of bliss is...nnnnh.
She never thought it would make her feel warm, but here she is.]
I want...t-to make you feel good.
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[He lightly traces his fingertips along her thigh.]
It just depends on what you're feeling...
Do you still wish to make love? Or something less involved than that?
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Nnnnh...
[Oh, the way he touches her...]
I...I do. I want...to make love.
[She wanted to be one with him. She wanted to feel connected with him in the closest way possible...]
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[He sits up but only slightly.]
I can use my tongue or fingers to work you up to my size... as I realize I am larger than the average man. Or...
[A kiss to her opposite thigh.]
... We bypass that and you take me without any prepping. It will be a bit painful but... there's a certain thrill to going in "blind."
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