Most societies have certain mores that are unspoken rules; humanity itself even has such conventions, grilled subconsciously into our minds for our own safety. Don't go out alone at night. Avoid getting wet when it's cold. Don't pick fights with those stronger than you...okay, some of us missed the boat on the last one, but the point still stands. Society's rules tend to be more variable, though they apply to most aspects of life - including sex. In fact, bending the rules on what's considered acceptable in romance and sexual encounters can lead to anything from ostracization to death, depending on the time and culture.
So, play it close to the chest if you're going to do a big, big, big t a b o o. Is it worth the risk?
How to Play
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Prompts
A G E ( DIFFERENCE ) - light of my life, fire of my loins. you're supposed to stick to those your own age, but you can't resist.
I N C E S T - you're of the same blood, yet something draws you together. you'll keep your secret thicker than water.
C H E A T I N G - when you were young, they should have taught you to not take things that belong to other people.
I N ( PUBLIC ) - to involve unsuspecting others in your sex is insidious, but you can't resist it.
S U P E R F L U O U S - some conservative societies view sex outside procreational purposes as taboo. that means anal, oral, and toys are all no-go.
F I X A T I O N - you're nearly obsessed with one part of your partner - breasts, ass, lips...whatever the case may be, you always focus on that.
D E V I A N C Y ( IN SUBURBIA ) - there are some things that should be sacred. the home should be one of those. should.
S I Z E - pick on someone your own size. couples with large size difference, be it height or weight, can be looked down upon; don't let that get you down.
P H O B I A - unfortunately, in some societies, being with someone of the same gender is a taboo, no matter how much progress the modern world has made.
F E T I S H - some just can't get off without their fetish, and the varieties run the gamut: feet, crossdressing, autoerotic asphyxiation, foodplay, bondage...it goes on and on.
U N E X P E C T E D ( DOMINATION/SUBMISSION ) - the masculine must be dominant. the feminine must be submissive. what if you're dominant in life, though, and just want to be submissive in the bedroom.
V I O L E N T - more than mere lover's spats, what goes on between you two is dangerous. if people knew, they'd be horrified. still, you can't stop.
F O R B I D D E N ( LOVE ) - your relationship may be taboo, but there's genuine love in your copulation. this isn't merely a thrill.
L O O S E - monogamy isn't what you're after. no matter how looked down upon it is, you're going to have fun while you can.
S T U D E N T / T E A C H E R - what goes on between the sheets is not an appropriate subject matter to teach. there's so much to lose; is it a smart game to play?
A U T H O R I T Y - perhaps they're the boss, the president, the king, but you, you're a lowly peon. are they using their powers over you or is this something you both want?
I N T E R S P E C I E S - kind finds kind, and don't you be a traitor by being with one of them.
B E S T I A L I T Y - one of the most primal taboos. will you go into that moral wilderness?
S O C I A L ( CLASS ) - the rich. the poor. it's like they're in two different worlds. what will the upper-crust say if they saw their golden child with a tramp?
C E L I B A C Y - you are supposed to keep your chastity, but things are never that easy.
S T O C K H O L M - prisoners should never fall for their guards.
D U T I E S - whether it be saving the world or being the world's best bodyguard, your sworn quest and purpose keep you from enjoying the sins of the flesh - especially with your charges.
I N N O C E N C E - one of you is much more worldly, and to ruin the "innocence" of the other feels unclean.
F E R T I L E - you aren't supposed to find mothers or fathers sexually alluring. however, there's something so enticing about fertility...perhaps even pregnancy.
C O R R U P T I O N - society expects you to treat your partner well, not try to destroy them through sexual degradation.
N O N C O N S E N S U A L - consent is rightfully important to a healthy sexual relationship. to break that trust is taboo. |
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What other terrible things would you like because I'm pretty much down for whatever. I'll even have him be pre-season 2 so he's still a piece of shit with a split personality. <3]
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if we're going with pre-season, would you be okay with going really dark? i'd be down for both innocence and corruption! maybe she could be a prisoner of his for Reasons? or we could go with some sort of YGO AU - maybe she's his foster sister for psuedo-incest, or she's a priestess who has to keep her chastity, or maybe just throw it all in a blender and see how it works!]
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Maybe she's essentially Ishizu's handmaid (or her version of Odion) and after Marik's run away from home for a year or so, he comes back to try and retrieve one of the God Cards for his Evil Plan(tm). What's the best way to do that? Seduce your sort-of sister by pretending you're good again. Something something Ishtar family is a closed society, something something selective breeding. But she has to remain chaste, right? Riiight? /Yami tongue]
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she could be the daughter of archeologists who were killed on the orders of Marik's father under the belief that they're lying and are really tomb raiders or something, and she was only taken in Ishizu's handmaid because she was so young. because i'm remembering that Marik's dad was that big of a asshole, although it's been a while since i've seen the show lmao.
ANYWAYS i'm v down for her becoming a guardian of one of the god cards (things probably improved slightly once his dad died) and totally falling for Marik's acting. he's like a little brother to her and she's been so worried about him!]
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[It's been quite some time since he was last home. Everything was slowly falling into place, his plans coming together after so long. The counterfeit ring was operating smoothly, his mastery over the Millennium Rod had greatly improved, and he'd managed to gather as much information about Yugi Moto as possible. He'd soon have his revenge against the Pharaoh - and would claim the title and power for himself. The last thing he needed now were the Egyptian God Cards, which his sisters had been tasked with protecting since he left the Tomb.
Marik knew he wouldn't have long once he entered his old home before the Necklace showed Ishizu of his second betrayal. He had to get the Cards no matter what.
There was however one other thing he wanted for purely selfish and perverse reasons: His sister's personal servant and protector of the Egyptian God Card Slifer, their second "adopted" sibling.
When he was younger, a group of archeologists had discovered the location of the tomb. Their father, being paranoid and controlling, thought they were secretly raiders and had all of them killed. All except for a little girl. A girl named Ritsuka. Because of her age, Ishizu had convinced their father to let her live and serve as her handmaid.
The siblings took to her very well, Marik in particular. She was an outside source and was able to feed his curiosity as to how the world above was. He hung around her like a baby chick. Things changed though when he turned ten and the Ritual was performed. His resentment and anger brewed, slowly forming into a disassociative break which would happen two years later when they snuck outside of the tomb for a night. Due to that incident,
their father punished Odion accordingly. Thinking he had killed Odion, Marik finally snapped, his other personality emerged and he killed the older man.
He left with Odion shortly after and hadn't been seen since but Ishizu knew he would return - but not for any good reason. There were whispers of what he had been up to.
So clad in his Rare Hunter robes with nothing but jewelery befitting of a Pharaoh and a shendyt on underneath, Marik slipped further into the underground structure, using the Rod to his advantage any chance someone happened upon him until finally...
Standing in the doorway to Ritsuka's room, Marik's eyes are a dull purple, no shine to them like before he became of age and the Ritual took place, his smile of feigned innocence. As he calls out, his voice is dripping with uncharacteristical sweetness. Anyone who knew him before would see that this was not the same boy as before. There was something darker there. Twisted by his own trauma and the darkness inside the Millennium Rod.]
Ritsuka~ Dearest sister, I've returned home...
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That was how Ritsuka met Ishizu, her savior, who convinced her father to take the foreigner's child as a servant. And that was how Ritsuka met her new family - her sister, Ishizu, with brothers Odion and Marik. They were the ones who pulled her from the darkness, saving her from despair as they pestered her with questions about the outside world she had come from. It was thanks to them that she was able to hold on to the memories, recounting everything she could - going to school, visiting the park, watching tv, even going to a store - while the other three children listened with rapt attention, Marik especially. Ritsuka could remember vividly how he would rest his head against her lap, listening to her with wide eyes; that he would seek her out on his own to ask for more stories of the outside world, hungry for the tiniest scrap.
Although her devotion was for Ishizu, the girl who had stood up to her violent father to save a stranger, the red-headed girl couldn't help but grow close to the younger boy. While Ishizu would always be her friend and sister, Marik felt like a younger brother. When she was with him, her heart felt light and she could almost forget where she was - that his father was the one who had dragged her into the darkness.
And that was why she could never forgive herself for failing him, when he needed her most.
When his father had dragged him off to perform the Ritual and her little brother begged for helped... Ritsuka had run away. As his screams of pain echoed through the stone halls, she had huddled in a corner, trembling hands clamped over her ears, paralyzed with fear as the moment her parents died played over and over again before her eyes. Even after living with the Ishtars for years, she could never get over her fear of their father; he made no attempts to dispel it either nor hide how the sight of her disgusted him. He seemed to feel as if her pale skin and bright hair was a personal slight against him and would demand that she cover herself up so he wouldn't catch a glimpse of her foul hair. Even after the Ritual was completed, she was still too terrified of running into his father to comfort Marik; Odion had been the one to calm him, branding his face to soothe his pain.
There was a understandable change in Marik, a rage in him that was not there before, but he was still her sweet brother, hungry for the world out of his reach. Although none of her siblings ever called her out for her cowardice, her guilt continued to gnaw at her; it was that guilt that made Ritsuka help Odion sneak Ishizu and Marik out, unaware of the tragedy that it would bring. She was fourteen on that fateful night - two years younger than Ishizu and two years older than Marik - and it didn't take long for the wrath of the Ishtar patriarch to fall upon her and Odion, as he discovered their deception. Terrified that he was going to kill them, she still tried to block his way as he descended upon Odion in a wrathful rage; their father simply tossed her aside like a rag doll, discarding her with ease, cracking her head upon the stone and the world going black.
It took her several days to regain consciousness, opening her eyes to find a teary-eyed Ishizu at her side - but no Marik or Odion. It took several more days to hear the story from Ishizu, of how she and Marik had returned, the torture of Odion, the death of their father... and the disappearance of Marik and Odion, the two of them vanishing without a trace. Although she realized that her sister had not told her how her father had died, as if hesitant to tell her the truth, the loss of her brothers hit her hard. But there was no way for them to go after them, not without leaving Ishizu's side... and with the head of the clan dead, she was the only one left to take up the mantle. Unwilling to abandon her sister and savior, Ritsuka remained at her side as her loyal handmaid and right hand woman.
But that loyalty came at a price, as the guilt of abandoning Marik only grew more within. It grew more as whispers of his deeds came to the two of them over the years, feeling as if she had failed her precious younger brother.
And so when she hears Marik call to her from the door to her room, she turns to face him with a gasp, wondering if she's dreaming. ]
Marik...? Is that really you?
[ It looks like she had been preparing for bed, clad in only a light shift, her head uncovered now that his father was gone; she's unaware of how the candle behind her shines through the light fabric, outlining the voluptuous curves of her naked body, showcasing to Marik how his older sister had blossomed into a woman. Although Ishizu had warned her to be cautious if she were to ever encounter Marik... he must have seen the error of his ways. He had said that he had returned home, didn't he? ]
I've been so worried! You and Odion were just gone when I woke up!
[ Ritsuka steps closer to Marik, stroking his face as she gazes into his eyes - eyes that are very different than she remembers, to her dismay. Dull and flat, with none of the light that she remembered. How much had he suffered these past years? ]
You've become so tall, Marik...
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There was still that seed of innocence deep down inside him. That fondness for her. But with the goal so in sight for the first time in years, he knew he couldn't afford to let himself get too distracted by sentiment. And speaking of, he leans into that touch far too eagerly, finding himself starved for affection. Marik mentally berates himself for showing that bit of weakness but... perhaps it will play in his favor.
The tomb keeper lets out an airy chuckle, reaching up to rest his hand on top of Ritsuka's.]
I'm sorry for worrying you... I had some things I needed to take care of...
[He turns his head so he can place a kiss to the palm of his sister's hand, taking a few deliberate moments to gaze into her eyes before lowering them down her form.
What a sight, indeed. His smile widens.]
... You're even more beautiful than I remembered.
[Like a spider watching as an unfortunate fly stumbles across its web, Marik waits for the right moment to strike. If there's something he's learned from all of his planning, it's patience. He knows better than to rush the affection game.]
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[ She laughs a little as he kisses her palm, oblivious to the way he gazes at her body. When Ishizu had told her the truth of her family's bloodline, Ritsuka had been shocked, but she reassured her sister that it didn't change that they were still family. And despite what she knew now, Marik would always would be her little brother - Ritsuka felt no shame in appearing like this before him.
It never occurred to her that the little boy whose head she stroked while humming all of the melodies from the world above would ever desire her. ]
Things are different now, Marik-- I've become the guardian of one of the God cards, thanks to Ishizu, and when Odion comes back, I'm sure she'll make sure that he gets recognized for everything he's done for you...!
[ It had been a big uproar, when her sister had appointed an outsider to the role. After all, she could never be one of them - it was obvious from a glance that she had been born outside, from another country, and it was only by the grace of the tomb keepers that she had not shared her parents' fate. But Ishizu had been firm, and Ritsuka was vigilant in making sure that no one would ever have a reason to doubt her choice.
Until now.
The way she lowered her guard so easily around her long-lost brother would be her downfall, disregarding her sister's warnings about him. She had missed him so... and she had always felt that she had been responsible for the way things had turned out. ]
By the way, where's Odion? I would have thought the two of you would return together...
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Oh, but how perfect that she was the guardian of one of the God Cards. Nothing like killing two birds with one stone.]
She's done a lot of wonderful things, hasn't she? I heard about the archeologist business she started...
[Marik steps a bit closer, releasing her hand so he can place his own on her shoulder, showing his face again now that he's suppressed his smirk back into a gentle smile.]
Odion's finishing a few things up. He'll be along eventually.
[Odion was back at the hideout, making sure things ran smoothly while Marik was out getting the Cards.
The youngest Ishtar closes the distance between them, wrapping his other arm around Ritsuka's waist and pulling her against him, his voice dropping to a low rumble.]
I've missed you, Ritsuka... It's been so long...
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I missed you too, Marik...
[ Nuzzling his neck affectionately, Ritsuka closes her eyes to relish the moment. It's a little shocking for her to realize how he towers over her now and her heart aches when she thinks how much of his growth she's missed... but all that matters is that he's back. There would be time to make up for that and more.
If his gentle smile doesn't quite seem to reach his eyes, or the gentle, affectionate voice doesn't match his cold, calculating gaze-- That's not possible, she thinks. No matter what rumors she'd heard, she'd always remembered her younger brother as a kind, caring child. It's clear that she doesn't realize how broken her little Marik has become; perhaps Ishizu felt she needed to shield Ritsuka, trying to spare her from the harsh truth of that night. After all, it was never intended for her fate to become twisted with theirs - would it be fair to place another secret on her small, thin shoulders? ]
You won't leave me behind again, right? Promise me you won't, Marik...
[ But Ishizu's attempt to protect Ritsuka has simply let both her younger sister and the god card fall right into the palm of Marik's hand. ]
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Soon. He'd get to feel that soon enough. As Ritsuka nuzzles at his neck, Marik runs his tongue along his teeth, wanting nothing more to than just ravage her there on the spot. Patience, Ishtar. You need to be patient.
The blonde lowers his hood with the hand that was resting on her shoulder, allowing her to see all of his face now and the ornate jewelry he's wearing. A gorgeous tiara with the Eye of Anubis, a three-banded collar, and diamond shaped earrings attached to a small globe. His features have thinned out some but he still wears the same design of kohl he did as a child.
He remains silent as he request, thinking of how to word his answer in such a way that he won't be lying to her. He could take her with him. Control her with the Rod if she fights him. Then he'd have the Card and a toy all to himself. Marik purrs at the thought, sliding his free hand slowly down her back, tracing along her spine. He places a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her scent which only further arouses him. Even with as thick as his robes and the shendyt are, she's bound to feel something rigid pressed against her.]
I won't, sister. I'll be by your side always...
[Or rather vice versa. She doesn't need to know the details though. He shifts a bit, allowing the cape on his robes to create a kind of curtain around them, and with both arms wrapped around Ritsuka's waist he gives her a reassuring squeeze. Really, it's only to drive home the point of how she affects him physically. There's no mistakening what that hard object is now. Marik wants to see her reaction. Will she be disgusted? Embarrassed? Flattered? Whatever the case, he'll drink it up voraciously.]
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A shiver that she's not familiar with runs through her body when Marik traces her spine, a soft sigh escaping her lips. As he wraps his arms around her, encircling her in his cloak, she closes her eyes once more and leans against him as he kisses her head - only for them to snap open in shock when she feels something hard rubbing against her, through his robes. ]
M-Marik--?
[ She stares up at him flustered, cheeks flushed and golden eyes round in surprise. Oh, she knows what it is that she's feeling. Innocent as she is, she understands the basic nature of men and women... and what it means when she feels him pressing against her in his embrace. ]
B, b-but I... I'm your sister...!
[ Ritsuka forgets in the moment that the tomb keepers don't hold the same taboos that the outside world does or that she's not actually his blood related family. But it's clear that she's never held the same desires and feelings for him, that she's only seen him as her precious brother and never as a man; while she's shocked, clearly embarrassed by his desire... she doesn't push him away. It's a unconscious choice, from the guilt of having failed to help him before, that makes it harder for her to reject him. Although she's clearly uncomfortable, she doesn't try to pull away from his embrace, merely trying to appeal to his better nature, not realizing the futility of it all.
Her body, however, responds quite differently. There's no clearer indication that he's no longer a boy than what she feels grinding against her, the size and girth very different from what she remembers, when they used to bathe together as children. As soon as she realizes what's pressing against her, her nipples pucker, stiffening under the fabric; with Marik's hands around her waist, he can feel that she's wearing nothing underneath her shift - a habit she'd retained from childhood, now a dangerous invitation, if anyone were to discover it. ]
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But she isn't pulling away. Then clearly she just feel some sort of attraction towards him! ... Either that or she's afraid. He knows deep down it's the latter but that's fine. He can easily work with that.]
And?
[He's aware that modern civilizations look down on that specific aspect - he just doesn't care. Why should he? If the Pharaoh hadn't of returned, he and Ishizu would have more than likely needed to pair up to ensure a pureblood child for the next generation of tomb keepers. Now he doesn't need to worry about that so he can have anyone he wants.
Marik slowly starts guiding Ritsuka back towards her bed, eyes roaming over what he can see of her body that isn't pressed against him or covered by his robes. He hisses, running his tongue across his teeth again, bringing one hand back around to place on his sister's hip before slowly feeling up her side, stopping at her breast.]
Ritsuka...
[He hovers his hand over her chest, fingers twitching in eagerness.]
I'm more than just your little brother now. I'm a man.
[Not fully yet but he's been self sufficient for the past four years and he's grown physically. That should count for something, right?
Marik closes his hand around her supple flesh, squeezing and testing its fullness. That's when he notices that her nipples are already hard, feeling it brush against his palm through the thin fabric. His breath hitches at the sensation.]
I thought about you... so much while I was gone... How I never got to tell you...
[The blonde leans in next to her ear, his voice dropping to almost a whisper.]
... That I love you. I've always loved you.
[His groping becomes rougher, kneading and rolling her breast in his hand, thoroughly enjoying how easily his fingers sink into her skin, how soft it feels even through her nightgown. A strange juxtaposition to how soft his tone is as he speaks.]
Won't you let me show you... how much you mean to me?
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Truth be told, it doesn't occur to Ritsuka that she was even desirable. His father had always looked upon her with contempt and scorn, as if the sight of her disgusted him, and the other adults had followed suit. It didn't lessen with his death either, and Ritsuka simply came to accept their gazes as the truth - failing to notice that as she began to grow into womanhood and her curves began to ripen, that their stares of contempt also grew into lust and hunger. She never noticed that Ishizu took care to make sure that she was never left alone with them, that if they demanded to meet with Ritsuka to question her authority, her older sister would always show up to stand behind her. And it seems that their Ishizu had good reason to be on guard; as Marik gropes her breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, Ritsuka gasps, moaning as her sensitive nipple rubs against his palm. It's clear that her body is sensitive, as if she was born to be played and toyed with.
She can't understand how he could love her. Loved her, even when she had already abandoned him once before; Ritsuka can still remember his small hands reaching out in desperation towards her, screaming her name as he begged for help as his father dragged him away. She can remember how she had only been able to stare frozen, eyes wide and too frightened to move before the older Ishtar had turned his irritated gaze upon her, and she remembered that day in perfect clarity. The terror that had overtaken her, as she turned her back on Marik and ran, desperate to escape the older Ishtar. Despite that... He loves her, even now? After everything?
She knows that she should refuse when he whispers to let him show her how much she means to him. There's no mistaking how he intends to do it - not when she can feel the edge of her bed pressed against the back of her legs, or how he squeezes and plays with her body. We can't do this, she should say while pushing him away. ]
...Okay.
[ It comes out in a quiet moan, her eyes lowered in shame, as she shivers and trembles while he plays with her breast. Despite knowing that she shouldn't, she can't bring herself to reject him as her guilt presses down on her. Not when he whispers that he loves her so softly, so tenderly, even when she'd already let him down so long ago. ]
Please... Show your big sister how much she means to you...
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He'd never been aware of how the others viewed her except his father. His father hated everything though. A man full of bitterness and paranoia.
It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree in Marik's case. And he continued to live in his own little world where he was the center.
He decides to go with a slightly different approach when she's finally by the bed, his grip on her loosening over all. He frowns, giving her that childlike pout of his queen he couldn't have something when they were younger. A form of puppy eyes. It's obvious by the tone in Ritsuka's voice that she's letting him do this despite her not actually wanting it.
Time to feed on that guilt. His own tone shifts into sounding more lighthearted, like a hopeful child.]
... Do you really mean that?
[His expression softens, a look of faux hope in his eyes. He lets go of his hold on her breast and instead grabs a hold of her hand, as if he's pouring his heart out with his next words.
She loves her little brother. Perhaps she'll be more open to him if he acts like that.]
I... I want to shower you in love, Ritsuka...! Worship the ground you walk on. Like you've always deserved...
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Of course I do...!
[ If he asks her like that, then how could she refuse him? How could she hurt him further, when he's suffered so much? ]
I just... I don't deserve it, Marik...
[ Squeezing his hand again, she hesitates, looking away before she continues. ]
I... I've never been able to protect you when you needed it. Not from him...
[ His father has been dead for years at this point - yet Ritsuka still trembles at the thought of him, as if he still threatened to appear around the corner. While the red-headed girl was strong, able to endure the years spent underground without losing her spirit, the cracks left by Marik's father had yet to heal. And Ishizu understood it far too well now, that while she had always bounced back thanks to her resiliency, she could still shatter if pressed upon those cracks. ]
...I... I'm your big sister, but I ran away! I was too afraid of him to save you...! I... I couldn't do it-- I couldn't be brave and strong like Ishizu was...!
[ The guilt that she's been hiding within her for years pours out of her like a torrent, her hand squeezing so tightly to his hand that it almost feels as if she's going to pull it off. There's a strange dampness on her face, and Ritsuka realizes that tears are rolling down her cheeks. She must look so unsightly, she thinks, but she can't stop. ]
Someone like me... isn't worthy of your love...
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... Just another curveball, that's all. More ammo to use against her. Yes, he can work with that... even if a long lost part of him desperately wants to cling to the notion that Ritsuka does love him more than a brother, that they could have more. He could just whisk her away from their terrible life. To tell her everything will be alright. That they can heal together.
That part is stamped down by his emotional numbness and goals. He's too close to the finish line to let something so sentimental hinder him. He does pause for a moment or two, staring into her eyes, unsure of how to react.
He needs to lull her in. Make her feel safe. So she'll give him the God Card. That's all that matters in the end.
Marik squeezes her hand in return, pulling her against him tightly again, and leans in to kiss her on the lips - not too rough but not too soft. A nice in-between to show that he's still the gentle, loving little boy she remembers but also that he's serious in what he tells her.
Her lips taste so sweet even with the tears streaming down her cheeks. It takes everything in his power to hold himself back, to act the part of her loving brother. Experiencing Ritsuka in such an intimate way has his emotions fluctuating, which is weakening his mind. If he isn't careful, he might lose himself and ruin his entire plan.
Marik eventually breaks the kiss and, while still holding her hand, raises a finger to dry one cheek, kissing the tears away on the other.]
... It wasn't your job to protect me from my duty. I know you did your best when you could... He's gone now though. You don't need to worry about that anymore.
[He places a kiss along her jaw, then to her neck, muttering against her skin.]
If anything... I'm not worthy of your love...
[An absolute lie but oh, he wants to see her drink it right up.]
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[ She knows that this is wrong. That they shouldn't be kissing, not like this... but to her surprise, his lips pressed against her feels so natural. She thought she'd be repulsed, but it feels good; good enough that she finds herself tilting her head oh so slightly to deepen the gentle yet firm kiss.
It should be the other way around, Ritsuka thinks, that as the older sister, she should be comforting him. But she can feel herself calming down, the tears drying up as he kisses them away. Her little brother really has grown up in the time spent apart, she thinks ruefully.
There's a twinge of disappoint when he breaks the kiss, but she finds her breath hitching as his lips press against her skin. Once again, she knows that it's wrong, but it doesn't stop her from craving more. No one has ever touched her like this before and she had never realized how desperately she'd been yearning for this. ]
That's wrong, Marik! You deserve it and so much more, from the world-- from me.
[ And she falls for his lies; hook, line, and sinker. She strokes the side of his face once again, letting her fingers trace the shape of his jaw. Yes, this is Marik - her Marik. While she would always remain faithful and loyal to Ishizu, that hadn't stopped her from yearning for her missing brother over the years. ]
I'll always love you, Marik... No matter what.
[ There's a moment's hesitation but this time, Ritsuka is the one that initiates the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He will always be her little brother... But she realizes that she would give anything for his happiness - even her body. ]
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When Ritsuka initiates the next kiss Marik's lips curl into a devious smile. This is working out so well. Perhaps once they're done she'll willingly come with him, leaving Ishizu by herself. Adding insult to injury.
With his now free hand, he places it on her upper back and slowly lowers her back on to the bed as he returns the kiss, waiting until she's against the mattress before he decides to gently coax Ritsuka into deepening it, his tongue lightly tracing along her lips. His cape encompasses them once more, framing their bodies and closing out the world around them. He'll need to remove it eventually but for now it sets the mood rather nicely.
He still has time. The Necklace shouldn't be showing Ishizu anything if Ritsuka's willingly doing this. He's just here for a friendly visit, after all.]
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Although she can't help but feel slightly apprehensive for crossing this line, it amazing at how easy it is, at how readily her body responds and opens up to him. As if she had been waiting for him all this time, despite her words. Instinctively, she raises her hips to grind against the bulge in his robes, letting him feel the plump mound of her pussy, as she begins to moan oh-so-sweetly. ]
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Ritsuka...
[Gods, she smells, feels, and looks so good... He wants to devour every inch of her. Feeling more impatient than perhaps he should, the blonde pulls back completely so he can dramatically and seamlessly remove his cultist robes, leaving him in nothing but his jewelery and shendyt. His arousal is even more obvious now, the wrap around his waist raised slightly from how hard he is. He looks the part of Pharaoh, just like he deserves.
Marik gazes down at his sister, hungrily licking his lips as his eyes roam over her body. His own physique while thinner than might be healthy still shows off a small amount of muscle definition but it's obvious he's still growing into his body. He smiles sweetly although there's a hint of darkness in his eyes that Ishizu and Odion are all too familiar with. Ritsuka though may not be as aware.
He steps forward and leans over her body.]
Dearest sister... You make my heart flutter, my body hot...
[He pulls the front of his shendyt off to the side, allowing his cock to spring free, shuddering as the cool air hits his burning flesh. Ritsuka was right in her assessment when she first felt it - he's a good size for someone his age in both length and girth. Marik pauses, allowing her to gaze upon it for a moment before he brings his hips forward, pressing his erection against her clothed sex. He lets out a breathy hiss, tongue flicking out of his mouth at the wonderful sensation.]
Hhaahhhh.... Even through your gown, I can feel how wet you are...
[He grips her hips so he can pull her towards him, slowly bucking his own so he can grind against her. It's practically euphoric and he hasn't even actually taken her yet. His member twitches at the thought of what's to come.]
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A king...
[ Breathing the words, she gazes up at Marik, thinking how regal he looks. While she was raised by the tomb keepers, the red-haired girl had held no attachment to the pharaoh they waited for, her true loyalty always laid with her siblings. But she could understand their devotion, the vigil they held over the long years, as her heart pounded in her chest when she sees Marik like this.
Her eyes widen further as he frees his cock and she sees how different it is than from when she last saw him. There is no denying that he's now a man, not when his cock is so long and thick, twitching with desire - for her. When Marik begins to grind against her pussy, the only thing between them the thin fabric of her shift, Ritsuka lets out a gasping moan, breasts bouncing as she arches her back in pleasure when grabs her hips, dragging her against him. It doesn't take long before the sheer fabric becomes translucent from her juices, revealing her flushed, swollen folds, untouched by anyone... until now. ]
Marik... Ah, Marik...! Don't... Don't stop...
[ She knows she's stepping further into sin, that there's no returning from this, once they commit this sin. Yet her body aches and throbs like it never has before, a yearning hunger awakening in her and demanding more. ]
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Marik can't contain the short cackle that escapes his throat, his excitement for his goal being so close in sight and having his beautiful, loving sister all to himself practically bursting out of him. There's a sharp twinge of pain that shoots through his head and he winces, stopping his movement for a moment as he recollects himself. He can't let him take over... Ritsuka is his and his alone!]
I'll... I'll make you my queen...!
[It's said with an air of desperation, the tomb keeper starting to feel rushed in a slight panic. He can sense Yami is closing in due to his current state and Odion not being around. He'll need to either try and control his emotions or hurry things along because it's no longer just the threat of Ishizu finding them.
Marik pants softly, attempting to calm himself down. If he takes things slow and sensual, surely that will keep Yami at bay. He swallows audibly and lets his gaze roam over Ritsuka's body again, seeing the details through the thin sheet now. He wants to explore every inch of her with every part of him. His erection throbs with need but no- He mustn't rush. Doing anything too hastily will have Yami taking over in no time.
Marik continues to press against her heat but slides his hands up the girl's curves, continuing upwards until he's cupping her breasts. His breath shudders as his suave, confident persona falters and the inexperienced horny teenager becomes more prevalent, watching as his fingers sink into her soft flesh when he squeezes her tits. He unconsciously licks his lips with an awkward little smile.]
Gods, you're so beautiful, Ritsuka... I c-can barely contain myself...
[In more ways than one.]
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Marik...?
[ His sister doesn't care about that and could care even less about being a queen; all she wants is her brother back at her side, as she stares up at him in concern.
Although he quickly distracts from her worries as he continues grinding against her. Ritsuka moans in pleasure at the feeling, her plump lips wrapping around his shaft as he slides along her folds; she spreads her legs for him instinctively, her shift hitching up to her hips. Another shiver runs through her, as his hands caresses her body, squeezing her breasts. Stiff nipples poke between his fingers, panting and gasping as he plays with her body. His touch may be inexperienced, but her body reacts to every brush he makes against her skin.
At his praise, she casts her gaze away shyly, her cheeks darkening oh so slightly, mumbling behind a raised arm as she tries to hide her embarrassed face. ]
No one's ever called me that before...
[ To be honest, when he had told her that she was beautiful when they had reunited, she thought that he was simply saying that since she was his sister. But the way he says it and looks at her, the way he touches her... It makes her feel like that it's true. ]
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I've always thought that about you, sister.
[Which is true. Ishizu and Ritsuka are his gold standard for women even if they were all he had for reference growing up. The contrast between their skin is what first caught his eye. His tan against her white when she'd hold him, her golden eyes next to his purple. It always intrigued him. And now here she was, a full grown woman, her body accepting him so naturally. Marik's face feels hot just from thinking about it.
He'll take her with him back to his hideout. Treat her like a queen. Surely that will lessen the blow of being taken away from Ishizu, right? With the Pharaoh gone and the God Cards in his possession, Ishizu won't be needed anymore. It will be all his. Everything.
Marik watches, his own curiosity getting the better of him as he pinches and rolls her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, watching how they move while occasionally glancing at his sister's face to see how she reacts. He really should just be getting down to business but he wants to do everything to her right here and now, his hormones winning momentarily over his logic.]
P-pull up your shift.
[He'd do it himself but his hands are happily occupied. Marik does however pull back slightly so she can move the fabric above her hips to her waist, his cock visibly twitching as he allows it to hover a few inches away from her from how much his blood is pumping.
He really should prep her to take him but... logic be damned. The greedy tomb keeper wants to get his dick wet.]
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