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Bakura's first mistake is to kidnap the heir of the Ishtar clan.
Bakura's second mistake is not realizing that the heir is a woman.
And Bakura's last and most significant mistake is to fall entirely for Malika.
He doesn't like her. She doesn't like him.
That's how it all started.
Face like an angel, but she is far from it.
She is spoiled, provocative, and not less stubborn than him.
To every question, she has a snarky answer.
Malika drives him crazy.
Bakura has met many women in his life.
But this little brat is nothing like any of them.
They don't like each other.
Eventually, Bakura gets used to her presence and Malika to his.
And yet the bickering between them never ends.
Malika seems to have come to terms with her situation, but it hasn't made it any easier.
More than once, Bakura thinks about just leaving her in his hideout and never coming back.
But he returns. Every day. Every night.
Maybe it's because Malika is slowly manifesting in his mind like a disgusting little parasite.
But Bakura doesn't want to deal with that at this point.
The night is cold, and no stars are visible.
He puts his coat over her.
She is asleep. He is awake.
The water is cold, but Bakura doesn't mind.
He enjoys the silence.
It helps him to clear his thoughts.
All this has been planned differently.
Malika starts to control his mind. The sound of her voice. The light touches on his skin. Her beautiful smile .
Bakura sighs softly, and as he sinks further into his thoughts, he doesn't notice that he is no longer alone.
Her soft breasts touch his back, and her arms wrap around his muscular stomach.
"What are you doing?" he asks without looking at her.
Her slim body presses closer to his.
He can feel her nipples hardened by the cool water.
Malika doesn't answer him.
Their first kiss is long and violent.
Who made the first move, or if they leaned forward at the same time, Bakura would not be able to say for sure.
What he does know is that they were arguing just a moment ago. And his mouth came down on hers to shut her up finally.
Malika moans into his mouth as he presses her against the wall, and Bakura grins.
She tastes like sunshine and honey.
Bakura buries a hand in her golden hair, deepening the kiss, and her groin rolls against his.
She wants it as much as he does.
Malika's last piece of clothing falls to the floor.
Smooth legs, slim waist, round ass, firm big boobs.
Malika's chest rises and falls with each breath, her bright purple eyes fixed on Bakura.
Bakura takes in every detail, wanting to devour her.
His thumb strokes over her soft lips, down to her clavicle, across her breasts, and over her left nipple.
She moans quietly, her cheeks rosy.
"Stop teasing me," she whispers, but Bakura can hear the excitement in her voice.
He thinks about how Malika is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
His fingers slide lower, and she spreads her thighs for him.
Malika is so wet, Bakura's fingers are soaked in seconds.
Another moan, even more eager than before.
"I want you to lie down on the bed."
"Don't order me around, my King," she teasingly replies, but Bakura sees the anticipation in her eyes as he drops his red coat to the floor, revealing his muscular chest.
Malika lies on her back, her eyes half-lidded, and she opens her legs for him.
The heat intensifies in Bakura's body.
He put his hands on the inside of her sensitive thighs, opening her legs a little more before he lays his tongue on her.
Malika rewards him with a loud moan.
"You taste delicious," Bakura growls, looking down at her as she trembles at each of his touches.
Bakura's tongue flicks over her nub, and Malika gasps.
He’s so hungry for her, his tongue alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks.
Suddenly she bucks against his face, and her legs quiver.
"D-Do it finally…Stop teasing me, Bastard." Malika grins smugly. "…Fuck me, Bakura. Fuck me like you mean it."
And he does what she wants him to do.
Her folds are already drenched when he slowly penetrates her.
She feels like heaven to his hell.
Bakura thrusts deeper into her and soon finds a fast rhythm.
Her soft breasts squish against his strong chest. Malika’s pleasure-glazed eyes find him, and her sighs and little moans urge him to go faster and deeper.
He feels how her body trembles beneath him, his cock coated in her juice.
“M-More…!” Malika demands, the needy tone in her voice causes Bakura to growl. He pulls out of her and flips her over, spreading her thighs with his knees, and slams into her tight cunt again.
Her sensitive breasts rub against the mattress with each thrust, and Bakura's fingers press into her hips.
With a smirk on his face, he leans down next to her ear. "You're so fucking tight."
Her shameless moans and his groans are the only things that can be heard.
His hand moves under her body and cups one of her breasts, squeezing it, massaging it with his palm, and pinching her hard nipple.
Malika’s breath comes out in short pants, and her full hips rocks in synch with his fast thrusts.
Bakura’s fingers move lower. Over her belly, between her trembling legs. He starts to tease Malika’s clit, circles her nub, and rubs against it. “I want you to come for me. Come for me, my beautiful Queen.”
“Ba-Bakura… Ahh ~!” It doesn't take long for Malika to lose control of her breathing, and her loud moans echo off the walls as she comes.
And when Bakura feels her tightening around him, he increases the pace of his thrusts and pounds hard into her trembling body.
She moans his name in pleasure, and all muscles in Bakura’s body tighten when he reaches his own climax and spills his hot liquid deep into Malika’s body.
As Bakura's breathing slows and rolls to the side, he finds Malika staring at him with a strange expression in her eyes.
"What?" He leans his head down to kiss her, but her finger on his lips stops him.
She grins smugly, and the look in her purple eyes lets his heart beat faster in his chest. “You called me your Queen. Did you fall for me, my Thief King?”
He huffs but mirrors her expression.
“I could fall in love with you- at least if you shut up for once.”
Bakura grabs Malika’s wrists, pins them into the mattress above her head, and kisses her passionately before she can respond to him.