Caving In

Chapter 4

"I want to find out, Hak," Yona told him, "so please …"

Hak knew that if he tried to confirm her intentions again, she would punch his chest and show him that cute pout of hers. Then again, he might hurt her if she thought he didn't believe her. Normally, he couldn't resist making that kind of jibe.

But now was different. He couldn't stop himself anymore.

Looking at Yona, Hak tried to recall if there was ever a time he was not in love the woman before him. He slowly placed his hands on her hips, waiting with baited breath. If she showed him a scared face, he would stop. He would. He looked at her for any reaction, as he gently removed the knot tying her undergarments together. Yona's chest was rising and falling, and he had to look away to concentrate solely on working. He pulled away the last of her clothes, exposing her beautiful, nubile body before him in the firelight. He stared openly, wanting to ravish her completely.

" ... Part your legs, Hime." Yona knew Hak's presence was always dominating. She coloured, but nodded and obliged, hesitatingly.

Hak watched her. She was a little self-conscious, but she seemed sure of herself, and that alone made him feel indescribably content. Her eyes were looking at him, asking him to confirm that what she was doing was the proper thing he asked.

His member was aching and hard as he watched his princess slowly, tantalizingly spread her legs, for him, her amethyst eyes never leaving his face. Did she know she was making him lose his mind? She opened her legs, fractionally, little by little, and another thing came undone inside him. He impulsively placed his hands over her hips, pulling her towards him, as he brushed his thumbs roughly down her inner thighs. Her legs smoothly parted for him, and he was rewarded with a soft whimper. Hak's erection pushed harder against the fabric of his undergarment, straining to be freed. His manhood bumped her lightly between her legs, and he felt himself grow unbearably hard. He didn't know how to continue without scaring her. He stopped, belatedly, not sure what she wanted to do.

Yona reached up with her hands, closing her fingers around the white band of cloth around his waist. Hak felt her fingers brush again the crevice between his groin and thigh, and he grit his teeth from the sharp sting of pleasure in his gut. Gratifyingly, he pushed down his loincloth, and his erect cock finally sprung free from its constraints. Hak groaned lightly as the cold air met his arousal.

He looked down at her, an imposing figure. But his eyes were gentle, unsure, seeking acceptance. He was breathing heavily, and his face was still a darker shade of red.

"Are you scared, Yona ...?"

Yona was scared. Hak was fully naked before her, looking at her with an expression that sent her nerves and excitement on edge, his erection foreign, large and intimidating.

She stubbornly met his gaze. "Hak, what should I do …"

Hak couldn't control himself anymore. He had been slowly indulging himself too much with these little things around the princess and now all his self-restraint had completely evaporated.

"Touch me there, Hime," Hak said, trying to maintain his breathing. When her small hands tightened around his shaft, Hak gritted his teeth as pleasure laced down his spine. He moved her hand over hers, guiding her hand to pump his cock in an up and downward movement. Blood surged to his member as she moved her hand experimentally by herself. As she shifted closer, it was then Hak realized that his body had moved of its own accord, to place itself almost directly in front of her. Her face inched closer, as if contemplating something...

"Yona, you just have to …" She placed her mouth over the tip of Hak's throbbing member, and his lungs ran out of air.

"Ahhh …. Hahhh …"

His voice was getting more and more strained. "Yona," he said, breathing heavily.

Yona positioned herself a little more upright, and licked the tip of Hak's weeping cock. Hak's breathing was rough and shallow. When she covered her mouth over the tip of his erection, she felt his hands move to her head, and she had the vaguest sensation that he wanted to push her head further down. But they remained heavy there, and clutched her hair tightly.

The tip of the engorged head was soft, almost pillowy, but his shaft felt soft and hard at once, like rock over velvet. It was a curious feeling.

She pushed her mouth down experimentally, eliciting a deep moan from the man above her. She did it again, and again, getting the same response from him. Excited, she moved her mouth up, and tried to move her mouth down further.

"Yona. Stop." He gently pulled her face back.

Yona's face fell. "Did I do ..."

Hak was quick to comfort her. "Nothing wrong," he looked at her, almost sheepish. "It ... was too good, actually," he said. "I'll come if you keep doing that."

Yona's face brightened red. She could get used to Hak praising her and being so honest, even if it was outrageous.

He looked at her with the same predatory expression on his face, as if he had never been vulnerable. "If we're going to do this, Hime, I want my first time to be inside you."

She understood, and it made her face and neck blush deeply.

Wait...

"Wait, Hak, what do you mean it's your first time...?"

"It's my first time," he repeated, blunt as ever. "I'm a virgin, just like you."

How come he acts as if he has all the experience, Yona looked at him wonderingly, almost accusingly. What was with his genius, that when it came to love-making he even ...

He grinned above her. "It's my turn to make you feel good, Hime. Let's draw this out."

Yona shivered involuntarily. Hak was a sadist. That was it. That was it for sure.

The hand that placed itself on her thigh was gentle. Hak traced her inner thigh, and felt Yona shiver where he smoothed his hands over her them. He ran his hands back and forth over her hips, stimulating her nerves and concentrating the sensations below her stomach. Heat was pooling again between her legs. He stroked her inner thighs, thumbing circles until he reached the spot where her pleasure was most felt. Hak gently placed greater pressure in the circular motions of his thumbs. He moved his hands closer, pressing the lips to Yona's opening, and stroking gently until she started whimpering. His fingers moved over the lips, warmingly, stroking, gently pressing them apart. Yona gasped.

She hardly felt Hak move and bend down above her, only noticing it after the fact, that he had placed himself between her legs. It was too much.

"Hak, w-wait..."

"I can't wait any longer, Hime. I'm tasting you right now."

She saw his eyes glint over the firelight before his head disappeared between her legs. Before she could stop him, she felt the slit of her vagina spread apart and his hot, warm tongue slide over it, sending a raw jolt of pleasure through her. His mouth was warm, and it made her nipples harden in the cold air. She felt his strong, slick muscle run between, exploring her little crevice. She cried out as Hak swirled his tongue around, playing with her clit, over and over, laving it until she was whimpering his name. He lapped her up, licking her as if he were licking honey from a spoon. Right when she felt like he couldn't take any more, he took her silky bud completely in his mouth, suckling gently. Yona froze, her mind going blank. His tongue kept stroking her, inside his warm, moist mouth, and she moaned again, heady with pleasure. In a fog of desire, she realized that her hands were fisting his hair.

"Is this what you like, Hime?" He watched her intently.

His soft mouth had been replaced by his fingers, and Yona felt the wonderful pressure deepen as he slid his digits against the inner lips of her opening. With his longest digit, he dipped in to stroke her smooth, swollen clit. Yona couldn't stop whimpering.

"You're unbelievably wet, Yona."

Yona's eyes snapped open. She looked up to see Hak staring at her face, eyes filled with desire. Her face felt hot.

Without stopping his ministrations, Hak had moved closer to watch her face. Yona tried to reach for his member, but Hak easily brushed it aside. He was having too much fun pleasuring her.

"Hak, no... no ... it's embarrassing," she panted, wantonly. Her voice was a pitch higher, making him smirk.

One long digit entered her vaginal orifice and stroked upward, rhythmically. Pleasure shot through her, coursing through her veins and causing her to arch her back. Yona found herself gasping, her hips swaying against him while he languidly fingered her inside, but she couldn't stop.

"Moan for me, princess."

He was embarrassing her on purpose. Her face grew redder, but her retort was cut off when another finger entered her, and he applied more pressure as he stroked her with maddening slowness. When he bent over her breasts to lick and suckle them once more, she moaned his name, long and loud, giving into the pleasurable feeling.

"Hak, please …"

He couldn't hold out any more. When he pulled away, he smelled the sweet intoxicating smell of her juices coating his fingers. He looked at her, and made sure she watched him as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking slowly and tasting the feminine nectar. Her face turned a shade darker, and he enjoyed the way her wide eyes were glassed over and filled with lust.

When he was still the Wind General, other soldiers told him that a man could ease a woman's pain and discomfort for the first time by making her wet, and penetrating her with one's fingers.

He had tried not to listen, and he had tried to block out the flashes of wild fantasies with Yona, as he imagined making the red-haired beauty hot beneath his fingers, preparing her body so he could be inside her.

Guiltily, he had lost control, touching and teasing her where he pleased, reveling in the pleasure and embarrassment he brought her.

Hak looked at Yona, her eyes filled with desire for him. Her soft body was warm, open and inviting, her gaze strong, her legs splayed before him, her hair arranged in a red halo around her head. Beautiful.

"Yona," he said, "I don't think I can control myself, if you don't stop me now."

Rather than frightening her, Yona felt a thrill of anticipation. She was still scared. She knew that sex was supposed to hurt. She would have preferred the things Hak did to her, but she wanted him to feel good. She reached out and wrapped her arms around her big bear of a man and brought him down on top of her. He offered no resistance, and Yona looked lovingly at the man who stared at her in wonderment.

"Yes, Hak," she said, kissing his cheek softly, "I want you."

He was done for.

Hak bent over her, holding his stiff arousal in his hands, stroking it briefly. Yona stared at him with a wide, open expression.

He was so hard it was painful. He positioned the tip of his cock between the lips of Yona's opening, pushing lightly. The immediate warmth hit him in the gut. Yona gasped, and Hak vaguely remembered that he needed to go slowly. He pushed a little further, feeling an amazing heat envelope him.

Yona felt Hak's hardness sink slowly and inchingly inside her, expanding and spreading her like she never knew was possible. The feeling of being stretched started growing in discomfort, but she could handle it. More than anything, the feeling of a foreign object entering her most private parts felt strange more than anything else. Except that it was Hak inside her. The thought caused her to involuntarily clench her muscles, wrapping tightly around his member.

Hak groaned a little. Her slick juices helped him slide deeper into her. Her feminine muscles remained clamped tightly around him in delicious heat. It felt like nothing he ever felt before. Hak tried not to growl from the exasperation of not being completely inside her. He did his best to ease himself as slowly as possible, when he wanted nothing else but to slam into her and completely encase his shaft inside her. But he knew he had to take it slowly. When he saw Yona's face wince in pain, he paused.

"I'm okay," she said, huffing a little, "Go … go on ..."

"Relax, Hime, and take your time to get used to me."

"N-no," Yona argued stubbornly, "I want you to move…"

He kissed her wrinkled brow, loving her stubbornness.

"Breath, Hime," he said, his laughing face reminding Yona of their time at the Wanderer's Market. She obeyed and took a deep breath. The size of him was still expanding her, but it was a level she could tolerate.

Hak slid in a little further, watching her expression as it changed from discomfort to calm. Finally, for what felt like minutes, he slid in completely inside her.

"How does it feel, Yona?" He asked, huskily.

"A little … strange," Yona replied. "And … you?" She asked in a small voice.

"You feel incredible," Hak breathed. Predictably, Yona flushed.

"Did I tease you too much?" When Yona looked up, she found that he hadn't gotten rid of that insolent grin.

"Yes," she glared at him, causing him to laugh.

The length of him moved a little inside her, sparking something below Yona's stomach. It felt almost ... good.

"I sounded ridiculous, didn't I?" she pouted.

"No, it turns me on," Hak said, his smile widening. To prove his point, Yona felt his cock twinge inside her.

"Hak!" She nearly squawked.

Hak laughed, leaning over and propping his elbows to either side of Yona's shoulders. He was smiling down at her. "It's because I'm really happy, Hime," he said.

She blushed again. "I want you to feel good, too, Hak."

"I do." His eyes darkened. He stroked her hair as he kissed her softly. Yona's lips melded with his, and she felt Hak pull back and thrust himself back in, causing her to gasp. When she opened her mouth, he plundered her lips, pumping into her slowly and with shallow thrusts. Every time he brought his hips to hers, Yona moaned, the discomfort starting to disappear, and faint traces of pleasure began budding inside her. Her nipples brushed against his hardened chest with each thrust, her hips moving to meet his of their own accord.

He softly caressed her face. Hak's mouth was over hers, their tongues entangling. His hands moved and continually ran over her body, never stopping the steady, rhythmic action of his member burying into her velvety folds. He trailed wet, open kisses down her neck, kneading her breast with his hands.

Something had lifted the discomfort, and unadulterated pleasure swept over Yona, sending waves of electricity across all over her body. Sex made women feel good, too, she realized. The sensation was new, making her grow hot. Hak saw it on her face.

"Is that good?" Hak breathed into Yona's ear, causing her to shudder.

"Ahh … Yes, Hak …" she breathed.

Hak growled, feeling Yona clench more tightly around him.

"What do you want?" he asked, nuzzling the nape of her neck, and catching one of her jiggling breasts in his mouth, and swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple. He took her other nipple in his hand and mercilessly thumbed it.

"Please …" Yona wrapped her hands around his shoulders, feeling the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her. It wasn't enough. She lightly butted his head away from her breasts, taking her hiding place against his chest. She felt extremely embarrassed.

"Deeper … " she said, a faint mumble from his chest. Hak pushed her chin up to meet his eyes. Her eyes were averted and her face looked ashamed, as if she were afraid he would judge her.

"Of course, Yona," he murmured, and he penetrated himself into her small, lithe body. Yona's back arched as he slid in deeper, keeping a steady pace that made her feel continued pleasure. The length of his member reached deep inside her, bumping lightly into her vaginal walls. Yona began panting, clinging on to him. "Mmm, yes, Hak," she breathed.

Her reactions were driving him insane. Yona tried to move herself into him, but Hak was on top and dominating the position, so it had little effect. He chuckled, and Yona felt his hardness plunge deeper into her. She whimpered.

"Could it be," he said, "that you want it harder, as well ..." Hak whispered heatedly in her ear. Yona whimpered again, feeling the thundering heat in her veins, unable to respond.

"Tell me, Yona," he demanded, slowing slightly and rotating his hips around her insides. He couldn't tell her, but he needed this short moment to gather himself before he came too soon.

Yona undulated her hips, perfectly matching his movements. He felt her clamp tightly around his cock as she sensually moved around him. He remembered the way she danced and swayed during the night of the Fire Festival. But now, she was naked and beautifully exposed before him, her breasts arched wantonly in front of him, her smooth, toned legs wrapped firmly around his waist. The sensation ran tremors down his legs, and it made him feel weak.

Fuck, Hak breathed. He didn't realize that he had returned to pumping his cock into her with shallow movements. Yona looked at him lust-filled eyes, wanting more.

"Tell me, do you want it harder," he almost growled, sliding in and out, his pace swiftly increasing. She felt the tip of his member bump lightly against her walls, over and over, and it made her heat rise to unbearable levels.

"Yes, Harder," she moaned a little, unable to take the tease.

Old habits died hard, and Hak smirked. Yona felt his thickness moving in faster pumps, the pleasure inside her sweetly building.

"What was that, Yona?"

"Yes, I – Nnghhh!" Yona let out a helpless moan as Hak withdrew and slammed his cock into her, pounding into her body with controlled force. She cried loudly over the sound of her flesh slapping forcefully against his. Her voice started to reach fever pitch, as Hak drove himself repeatedly inside her, burying his shaft completely into her cervix. He drew out his hips, quickly slamming himself back into her, repeating the motion again, and again. She cried out, and her fingers dug deep into his back scraping them across his shoulder blades.

" Ahh .. Ahh.. Hak .. yes, yes ... " she was moaning his name incoherently, clinging on to him for dear life. She couldn't stop moving her hips as she felt him enter her as he pleased. She felt herself rising up, slowly, into a plane of pure ecstasy.

Hak gritted his teeth. It was unbelievable how sexy Yona sounded. His body felt like it was on fire. He was using every restraint to keep himself from bringing her legs over his shoulders to gain better access to her.

"Please, please ..." she cried, the pitch of her voice escalating.

What the hell. He flipped her legs over his shoulder, dragging her hips deeply into his, burying his cock inside her as far as it would go. From this angle, he could see Yona's breasts bouncing up and down, while her red hair pooled and waved beneath his knees. Her eyes had glazed over, and her mouth had formed an 'O,' as if she were nearing her peak. The walls of her vagina began clamping around him with a terrific tightness, leaving him gasping for breath. As he drove himself inside from the better angle, her moans became higher and higher, almost as if she was mewling his name. Their bodies rocked violently against each other, and Hak couldn't tell if she was holding on to him, or if it was he.

He was nearing his peak. Yona's eyes were wide and staring, and she looked like the same was true for her.

"Yona ... I'm close," he gasped, his breathing ragged. He couldn't hold himself in much longer. His thrusts came faster, his body taking a mind of its own as he felt himself losing to the pleasure he felt around him.

"Yes, please, Hak," she said, her hands extending and reaching out to him.

He had no resistance. He positioned himself over her, so she could wrap her arms around him. He looked at her, kissing her deeply.

"Yona," he groaned against her mouth, "I'm ... "

Yona felt herself peak and swell, as she heard Hak's labored breathing and the complete vulnerability in his voice. The feeling of him inside her, invading her mouth and taking over her senses were bringing itself to an unimaginable level. The force of his length driving rapidly inside her, pounding inside her, was too much.

"Hak," she cried, "Hak, I ... I ..!"

Hak's mouth was hot and warm, and when he felt him thrust deeply into her, and her mind exploded white, stars shooting through her eyes, her body arching and convulsing, as she screamed his name. Wave after wave of pleasure ravaged her body, as she felt Hak's thrusts continue to peak her pleasure, sending her into euphoria.

Hak felt the muscled walls around him squeeze him forcefully, loosening and tightening in rapid succession and he came, hard, violently spurting his seed inside her. He groaned as Yona's walls milked him for all it was worth. The sensation lasted forever, its peak blinding him momentarily, driving all the air out of his lungs, making him unable to breathe. The high fogged his brain, and he felt himself come down, gradually, and in his dazed state, he managed a few more weak thrusts before he pulled out, gently, somehow collapsing a little to Yona's side, completely spent. He didn't think he had ever come so hard in his life.

He could hear her soft breathing. When he turned his head to face her, there was a dreamy expression on her face that made his heart sail in triumph.

For a while, only the sounds of their heavy breathing could be heard mingling with the sound of the rain outside.

When Yona peeked at Hak, she saw him already smiling at her. Despite their earlier act, Yona still felt herself blush. She felt a myriad of colorful emotions swelling up inside her, making her unable to stop smiling back at him.

"I love you, Yona." He said, smiling openly, his cheeks lightly blushing. She hadn't seen this boyish side to him in so long.

He reached over to cup her cheek and plant a soft, gentle kiss just to the side of her lips, grazing softly. Yona felt her heart dip and rise, the blush in her cheeks building and spreading across her neck and body.

"By the way," he added, propping himself up slowly on his elbow to face her, "how should I clean you off? Seeing as the washcloth is the only pillow we have …"

He was telling her she didn't need to respond quickly.

He winked at her, trying to put her at ease from what he had just revealed to her. "Well, you know, if you lean on my shoulder, I'd make a sufficient pillow," he said, off-handedly, trying to sound casual and comforting as he always did. Yona hugged him, wrapping her arms across his shoulders. Their bodies were still a little above normal temperature. She looked at him in the eyes, lovingly.

"I love you, too, Hak," she said, smiling brightly at him.

The next morning, the storm had passed, and the banked fire was beginning to lose its last embers. When Yona slowly woke, the chilly morning made Yona snuggle up closer to Hak's chest. She felt Hak tighten his embrace. When she looked up, she saw he was watching her. She blushed.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked tentatively.

"Just a while ago," he said, obviously lying. Yona blushed a little harder, remembering the events of last night. She really hoped he didn't tease her so much for making all those funny noises.

But then, they had really … The feeling of happiness started expanding inside her again. He dipped his head and kissed the top of her head, circling his arms around her.

His arms enveloped her in his warmth, making it impossible to get up from her position. She could stay like this with him all day.

"You ..."

That wasn't Hak's voice, Yona realized.

"IDIOT GRANDSON!"

Mundok's thunderous voice echoed into the cave, livening the sweet, dewy morning.

Yona gave a violent start and tried to do several things at once, while Hak stuffed all her actions by hugging her tighter.

"H-hak," she squeaked, panicked. "We have to –"

They had been discovered.

Tae-Woo, Chief of the Kaze no Buzoku, gawked at the half-clothed forms of the couple lying by the dying fireside, staring in obvious approval. Han-Dae looked at the pair of them, then at the drying clothes on the stones, then back at the princess' glowing face. All of his seventeen years looked up to the Raijyuu in admiration, never having doubted him for a second.

"Wh- WHA –"

"You're so noisy, Gramps," Hak said, yawning as he stretched languidly like a great, big cat. "If you don't mind, we were trying to sleep." He draped his arm around Yona and shifted his position, his back facing his Elder.

Hak had effectively covered Yona from their view, but the top of Yona's burning forehead could still be seen.

"M-mundok-san, it's not what you think … !"

Pandemonium rocked the cave the next moment.

A/N. Additional Notes.

(1) Oh, but it is. (wink)

(2) This is my Akatsuki no Yona fanfic, smut version. It's really more to encourage fics for this adorable couple, than to seek reviews. Anyway, if you think about it, both of them are healthy, single teenagers with great chemistry, so why not, right? Okay, I apologize for quickly getting rid of some of their barriers to becoming a couple and sharing sexual intimacy, like that damned hair ornament and Hak's reluctance to pursue his feelings for his Hime. They have a long way to go still, and I imagine a longer piece would be needed to sort those things out properly.

(3) I don't think Yona and the Bunch have been to Xing. But its the only border to Fuuga, and I figured it wouldn't be a safe setting if it were anywhere else. I don't have any idea how they could have informed Fuuga of their visit either, and I realized as soon as I typed that they had sent a messenger bird in advance, that had actually happened with Akagami no Shirayukihime, not this manga. Lol.

(4) I tried to make it out like "Hime" is something Hak calls Yona when he's thinking straight, and "Yona" when he's not.

(5) Okay, so maybe 2,000 rins is not a single coin piece, but hey, it'a s fanfic, and I couldn't think of anything else to put in there. Plus the Wanderer's Market chapter really is one of the cutest chapters there are. This also goes into Hak's reluctance to make a move on Yona. I figured he would need a combination of a life-threatening fall, a resolution on Yona's part regarding Soo-Won's hair ornament, a little initiative on Yona's part, and a night alone, together, and half-naked, before he would even try anything. Sigh.

(6) Yona and Hak's estimation of the times she has defied his 'body-guard protector mode' probably varies greatly. Yona, just once. For Hak, likely, all the time.

(7) Hak's a genius, but he's only that good for fanfiction purposes. There's no way he could attain that level (Jae-ha's level, I'm guessing) as a first-timer (evil cackling).

(8) I had two options for this title. A sad pun, or "Hak the Sex God". I erred on the side of caution.

(9) Everyone will probably be surprised, but Zeno, Zeno knows everything (wink). Was it "fun"?