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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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[He pulls back, looking into her eyes for a moment.
She trusts him. She knows he won't hurt her...
The thought of going in with no prep, feeling how truly tight she is, getting to hear and feel her take a man for the first time...
He swallows and his breath hitches, then holds himself up above her with one arm again, holding the base of his length with the other as he repositions himself between her legs.
The thief will use her slickness to cover his erection, make it more comfortable for when he enters her. He presses his cock against her lips and slowly rubs against her.]
Gods, it's so hot and wet even from the outside...
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There is nothing but trust in her eyes. Even as she feels that...huge thing rub against her, getting slick with her wetness and getting so close to her entrance...She keeps her gaze steady.]
Mmmmn...A-and you're...so big...
[He's bigger than most men. Bakura is going to claim her in a way that nobody ever has.
She's going to lose her virginity.
She should be scared. She should be nervous, terrified--
But she's not.
Because it's Bakura: The man who helped her survive in this time. The man who made her laugh, gave her a place to stay, taught her to believe in herself and didn't treat her like someone who would break if you brushed her too lightly.
He tested her strength.
He still tests her strength. Every single day.
She knows that with him, nothing will go wrong. Everything will be all right.
Because he's right here.]
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Once he feels he's sufficiently lubed up enough, he shifts his hips and presses the tip against her opening, holding the base of his length again to keep himself steady.]
If it hurts, tell me to stop.
[And slowly he begins to push against Inko, the head sliding past her entrance, beginning to stretch her out. Nice and slow. To give her time to adjust.
Unless she or her body says otherwise.
He shudders again, his face flushing from arousal.]
Nnhh... Fuck...
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[It...it did hurt, a little. It hurt in the same way a hard stretch does, or the same way it hurt when she put a tampon in for the first time, except on a far, far larger scale.
It wasn't a bad hurt, though.
The stretch was
Satisfying.
Good.
Inko's eyes lid and she pants with exertion; she focuses on Bakura's beautiful face as he shivers and shudders due to entering her body.
Gods.
He was this...he was feeling like this due to her body. Due to being inside her, being one with her...!
Inko spreads her legs as wide as she's able to give him some room, to better accommodate him and help him enter her more easily -- she wasn't sure if it would work, but she wanted to do something to help -- despite her small size.]
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Bakura grunts and pants softly as he continues to move deeper and deeper, feeling her insides envelop him. He grits his teeth, trying desperately to hold himself back. Not to go in all at once.]
Nnhhhghh...
[The fact that Inko spreads her legs like that... that makes everything all the more hotter. She's showing that she wants this. Wants him.]
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It should hurt, it should be uncomfortable...
But discomfort left a long time ago. All she feels is the stretch and the pleasurable connection between the two of them.]
Bakura...Nnnnn...Y-you're...f-filling me...
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[Obviously she is but he still wants to check as he continues to push deeper.]
How does it feel....?
[Bakura leans over to place a kiss against her lips. He's a little over halfway inside of her... and it feels incredible.]
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A-Amazing...! I feel...l-like...
[She smiles, closing her eyes.]
We're one...
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Still, she's enjoying herself. That's what matters. Bakura grunts and continues to move until he feels himself hit that particular "barrier." That's deep enough for her first time. After a moment of letting Inko get used to the sensation, he slowly pulls almost all the way out and slides back in with a hiss.]
Gods, it's so good...
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[She's so full...! Inko hugs him tight, and even dares to lift her legs, wrapping them around his waist.]
I...It's...
[A gasp, a helpless shiver...]
I love it...!
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Inko...
[He leans over more, resting himself on top of her but careful not to crush her with his weight.]
I can f-feel... everything... Every bump, every ridge, e-every texture...
It's... ghhh...
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Bakura...!
Nnnnh, I feel so good...! Bakura...!!
[This was what making love was like.
Gods...!!
She wanted to experience this every day for the rest of her life. She wanted to feel Bakura's hands on her body, his lips on hers, his name on her lips...!!]
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Why does it feel so good...? He's had dozens of other partners but Inko feels...
Perfect. Like her body was made for him.]
Inko...
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She can feel that feeling building up inside her...]
Bakura...nnnnn...Th-the way you...s-say my name is so...!
[She clenches just a little, moving her hips to meet his. She wants to make him feel better. She wants to make him feel as good as -- no, better than she's feeling right now.
She wants to hear him moan her name more, grip her tight, desperately kiss her, lose himself...!]
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He thrusts just a bit harder now, gently bumping his pelvis against her each time he bucks inwards.]
Inko...!
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[Wait--
Wait, wait, his...his thing is hitting something deep inside as their pelvises meet--!!
It fills Inko with a starburst of pleasure, and she moans, gripping Bakura tight.]
Oh Gods!!
[She clenches again, pushes back harder, and Oh, he's hitting that spot again! Her legs shake, and she clenches her eyes shut, crying out again.]
Bakura...! Bakura...! More...!
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Bakura nips at her earlobe, rocking against her body, his chest pressed against her's.]
H-How much more do you want...?
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A-All of...I...
[It was hard to think. The only thing she could feel was him. The only thing she could think of was him...]
E-Everything y-you can give...Please!!
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He sits up slightly, grabs a hold of Inko's hips, and begins thrusting more voraciously. Harder, faster. As deep as he can go, pushing well into her womb.
Bakura grits his teeth, feeling himself building up quickly. It won't be much longer now...]
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He's so deep--no, he's inside her womb. He has to be; there's a blend of pleasure and pain that is exquisite, and Inko knows she can never be without it again.
This is it.
This is pleasure.]
Yes, yes, yes!! Yes, Bakura, Bakura, Bakuraaaaaaa!!
[And with one more thrust, Inko tenses, shakes all over, throws her head back and screams as she finds her release.
It's so much. It's so much, it's so much, but she doesn't want it to end...!]
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His cock pulsates, filling her with his seed.
And it's the best orgasm he's ever experienced.
After a moment of seeing stars, he slumps against her, panting heavily, covered in sweat.]
Nnhhh... ghhh... Fuck...
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Perfect.
Inko lays back, panting against the linen as she comes down from her high, eyes closed and panting hard.]
Th-that was...
[Pant, pant.]
No, you were incredible...I...
[She pauses, and mumbles something in Japanese, reverent and soft.]
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I'm... glad you... nhh... liked it...
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M...m-more than...liked it....nnnh...
[Her eyes grow soft, silly, and affectionate.]
I...l-loved it...
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Good...
Mmphh... We should probably... clean up a bit more... before we head back...
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