Esdeath - Training for Tatsumi

After Tatsumi managed to escape, something inside Esdeath broke. It wasn’t just anger. It was something deeper, more unsettling. The thought of still not having made him hers kept her awake every night. And the more she thought about it, the more her body reacted in ways she couldn’t control. One evening, sitting in her office, she stared into the void for a long time. Then a slow smile appeared on her lips. “If I want to conquer him… I have to be ready.” She went down into the Empire’s prison. The guards didn’t dare ask any questions. Esdeath walked between the cells until she stopped in front of a sturdy man with broad shoulders and a hard look in his eyes. Just some criminal. Strong enough. She opened the cell with a gesture and stepped inside. The man looked up, first confused, then terrified when he recognized who was standing in front of him. “You,” Esdeath said calmly. “Do you want to use me?” The man stayed silent for a few seconds, incredulous. “…What?” “You heard me.” Esdeath slowly took off her coat. “If you use me… I’ll set you free. But only if you do it well.” The man stared at her. He knew it was a trap. He knew that with Esdeath there was never a real way out. And yet… the offer was too absurd to refuse. A woman like her, asking him to use her. “…Alright,” he finally muttered, his voice rough. Esdeath smiled, satisfied. “Then don’t disappoint me.” She took off her clothes without hurry and pushed him to do the same. Then she pushed him to the ground and rode him with determination, pinning his shoulders while she moved on top of him. “Harder,” she ordered at one point. “Don’t be gentle.” Despite his fear, the man obeyed. He flipped her over and took her from behind, gripping her hips. Esdeath bit her lip, focused, analyzing every sensation as if she were studying a new combat technique. “More…” she whispered. “I need to understand everything.” She let him take her in different positions, growing more and more demanding, more and more aware of her own body. For her, this wasn’t pleasure. It was training. Every moan, every thrust, every sensation had to serve her for the next time she would have Tatsumi in her hands. At one point, while the man was on top of her, Esdeath stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Wait.” He froze, panting. “Put it in my mouth.” The man hesitated only for a moment, then obeyed. Esdeath opened her lips and took him in, focusing on the feeling of having her mouth full. She closed her eyes, analyzing everything: the pressure, the taste, the difficulty of breathing. A few seconds later the man groaned and came in her throat. Esdeath stayed still for a moment, then slowly swallowed. She opened her eyes and smiled, almost satisfied. “Now… I know what to do.” Before the man could say anything, the air filled with a sudden, cutting cold. Blades of ice as sharp as razors materialized around him. “Thank you for your cooperation,” Esdeath said indifferently. A moment later, silence returned to the cell. --------------------------------------------------- Later, Esdeath was sitting on her throne of ice, her gaze lost in the void. She touched her lips with two fingers, still remembering the sensation. “The next time we meet, Tatsumi…” she murmured with a cold smile full of desire. “I’ll be ready.” --------------------------------------------------