"Ghost" Trigun x reader

God's Favorite (Part 1)

**TW/CW; Explicit mature content ;) **

However, as you had taken your bite, Knives had taken his own. You had just opened your mouth that the merciless man had pounced. A sound of surprise resounded deep inside your throat as the sudden kiss, but it soon morphed into small muffled moans of unexpected pleasure as his large hands crept over your skin. You clenched and unclenched your immobilized fists as if trying to grab unto something as you felt blissful sparks numb your lips and mind.

He left no space for retreat, waves of heated sparks crashing over your mind as his tongue roughly claimed yours as hostage. The claims of his lips over yours were unrestrained and vicious, sharp canines digging into them as he seemed to want to devour you. He was seizing your flesh without letting you a moment to gasp for air, his grip over your neck tightly keeping you at his mercy as his other hand dove under your robe.

The heat inside of you was almost suffocating, the taste of Knives' hunger over your tongue intoxicating you even further as it coated your lips and throat. The force of his unbridled desire had taken you by surprise. But as he seemed to grow hungrier with every passing moment, you felt yourself yearning for the delicious burn of the want he fuelled in you.

As his hand under the robe found your breast, a sharp pleasurable shock cursed though your body as his fingers ran over your nipple. Your chest instinctively arched forward into his touch as he briefly freed your reddened lips so a mewl-like gasp could escape them.

However, he had no intention of letting you adapt to the increased intensity of blinding sparks. If anything, he became even more relentless, roughly but slowly kneading your right breast as he made sure to repeatedly graze the increasingly sensitive tip.

You had to try and catch your breath between his renewed claims over your mouth and the moans you tried to swallow down. You felt dizzy from the constant assault of blissful sparks and the lack of oxygen. And yet, even though the sultry fog of your mind, you could not ignore the gnawing pressure in your lower abdomen.

Your hips buckled forward, pressing against the side of Knives' thigh as your body desperately looked for relief against the almost painful pressure. As if in answer to your movement, Knives' fingers griping your throat twitched briefly before he pushed a leg between yours; the sharp press of his own hip over the pulsating need between your thighs filling you with relief for a brief moment.

And yet, it was short-lived; the frustration over the cumbersome coat that was still wrapped around Knives' hips making the overwhelming need burn even hotter than before. His own patience seemed to run on fumes as he swiftly untightened your robe, leaving the cold air of the room spread shivers over your exposed skin. The shivers grew stronger as the impatient man's hand trailed down your stomach and back up the side of your waist.

The teasing sparks he drew over your vulnerable body had your heart and mind race once more; racing so fast you barely registered the wires around your arms dragging them higher and higher until they were above you. It was only when Knives retracted his grip from your neck and you instead felt the heated pressure of his hold over your crossed wrists that you realized what was happening. You sensed the dull blades of the tendrils over your forearms retreat but it didn't matter much under the continuous assault the merciless man still laid over your now swollen lips. That is, until the cold touch of the bladed tendrils snaked around your left leg.

You pulled your head back with a surprised gasp at their cool touch. Panting, you fluttered your eyes open and stared bewildered at Knives appearance. His eyes were almost completely drained of their color, only a remnant of blue mixing with the iridescence taking over. Meanwhile, tiny pieces of his pale skin seemed to peel and lift up all over the edges of his face and shoulders, their tip shining with a silvery glint.