Summary: A flashback of how Yomi formed his plan in the first place with the help of Dr. Huesca. Also, back in the present the battle starts for the future of Earth and the gods fates.
SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE OF RAINCODE!
Special thanks to @/Draconicsparkle for beta reading this chapter!
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Ah now Martina gets the public disgrace from her boss too, eh? Well, we all wouldn’t put it past Yomi.
Fic below the cut.
Triggers: Public Sex, Coercion, Power Dynamics, Dubcon, Yomi being Yomi again
“Did you hear?! Vice Peacekeeper Director Martina Electro is here-!” A hotel staff member mouthed to the greeter at the Sun and Moon Hotel entrance.
The greeter immediately shoved a finger to his lips and glared daggers at the staff member. “Quiet, you imbecile! She’s right over there… and if she hears us…”
On the right side of the hotel lobby, Martina Electro sat on a cushy sofa with a novel raised in front of her face. Truth be told, she wasn’t taking in the words on the pages she had been reading at all. Her mind was lost in the rain splattering against the window beside her. After a long day of work, she couldn’t muster any sort of focus and it was all too easy to let herself be drummed into a trance by the soothing rain.
Her long hair was still drying from her journey to the hotel as she listened to the staff take notice of her. She made no indication that she heard them. They meant nothing to her unless their words about her being Director Yomi’s “girlfriend” caught her attention.
Girlfriend. Mistress. Toy.
Martina crinkled her nose at each descriptor thrown her way, but only because…she would never know what she was to Yomi Hellsmile. At the end of the day, she wouldn’t make assumptions. No. She was like everyone else underneath Yomi. Disposable after they’ve served their purpose. She wouldn’t fool herself about that…right?
She lowered her novel that she had been reading and watched the startled staff members fumble around to pretend they were working. Her gaze turned back to the rain and Martina thought about how she would spend the night if Yomi didn’t show up. Since she was already off-duty, surely there was nothing wrong with checking into the hotel for a nice, indulgent soak in a hot bath.
Lost in the fantasy of slipping into a steaming bath filled with rich, sweet bubbles to coat her skin, Martina hadn’t noticed the scarecrow-like figure towering over her from behind. That was until the back of his palm brushed her cheek, prompting her to blink and immediately set her novel down. The long fingers of
Yomi Hellsmile caught a tuft of her wet hair and tucked it smoothly behind her ear.
Martina tried to ignore the immediate tremble in her heart. “D…Director Yomi,” she remarked, bowing her head immediately.
“Did I keep you waiting?” Yomi stood there, keeping his ever present grin as his eyes sailed across her body. “Truth be told, I was here already. Sometimes…” His eyes flickered beneath the bright lighting of the lobby. He leaned close to Martina, taking her hand in his. “I just have to watch my beloved right hand. The light catches you so prettily….”
“That’s quite alright.” Warmth hit Martina’s cheeks and she took his hand. To her shock, Yomi merely jerked her forward and caught her cheek in his other hand.
“Directo—!”
“You don’t know the things I wanted to do to you while your pretty, little mind was staring off into the view of this nothing city,” Yomi whispered to her, his tongue flicking the shell of her ear. His hand groped her rear, drawing a sweet moan from her lips. Those succulent lips of hers…
And Martina was sure that her Director was not lying to her. Once she was in his grasp, she would unravel herself to him and allow him to do as he pleased. His touch was hypnotic. It wound ropes and chains around her heart and would drag her to her knees before him. She didn’t dare let out a breath of air as his gloved fingers traced up the buttons of her top. One by one, they loosened and slid aside.
“D-Director Yomi…!”
The world came rushing back. They were still in the middle of the hotel. Yomi smirked and undid the next button.
“What is it, my beloved right hand?” He took in her expression. The anxiety that etched its way upon her face did nothing but feel him with a cruel sense of glee. He owned her. He owned this city and so he could have whatever he desired.
He desired her and he desired to show her off to let the entirety of Kanai Ward know it.
The protests were hidden in Martina’s throat. Her blouse was coming off with her coat, leaving her in her bra in the bright lights of the Sun and Moon Hotel. Yomi circled around her, cupping her bountiful chest between his hands. He gave her breasts a squeeze and delighted in the squeals she gave to his treatment.
“Martina, open your eyes.”
Martina obeyed and found herself staring out the window at the full world of Kanai Ward gazing back in on her. Citizens on the street all stopped in their tracks when they saw the topless Martina Electro in the window of the hotel. She became all too aware of them. The way they pointed at her. How they turned to whisper and call to their friends. The mutters and gasps of the hotel staff and patron filled her ears. There was no escaping it. Martina could feel her own chest rising with every breath she took.
Yomi’s fingers slid down to reach her skirt. With no warning, he shoved her against the cool glass pane of the window. “Ah-!” Martina whimpered. Her body weight pressed her in at an angle.
“This is how I want you, Martina,” breathed Yomi into her ear. The sound of a zipper going down caught her attention as he pressed against her. She could feel his erection between her thighs as he yanked her skirt up over her heart-shaped ass.
“Director Yomi…I…”
“Yes. I want them all to know that the most beautiful woman in all of Kanai Ward belongs to me. Not them…”
“Ah…Ngh…”
His erection found her from behind. He jerked her black thong aside and let his cock slide up her glistening folds.
The chatter of the hotel continued. Onlookers gasped and covered their mouths.
“Director Yomi is going to—!” A woman cried, trying to cover her eyes.
“Right here in the hotel?!” Another staff member gripped his own chest.
Martina couldn’t block them out. He had her against the cool window, her breast squished out on a lewd display. Yomi grinned and pressed in, making sure her clit smeared the glass itself. His hands covered her, explored her, captured her. He cupped her breasts again, squeezing them together as he jerked his hips.
With a slick, filthy noise that rang out in Martina’s head, he was inside of her. Yomi gave her no time to resist.
“Look the citizens of Kanai Ward in the eyes as I fill you to the brim, Martina!” Yomi growled, tearing into her. His hips thrust into her, roughly building up the momentum he desired. Yomi kept her pinned to the window, her body smeared to the glass for all the world to see.
And Martina did as he said. She whimpered and cried out as those sordid slaps of sex filled the lobby of the hotel. Her eyes filled with all of the gazes of Kanai Ward’s citizen’s, their horrified and curious looks as her own face contorted into an expression of ecstasy.
Martina’s eyes were red and completely stained with tears. Her body still lubricated. It was impossible not to cling to whatever pleasure was forced upon her, climax when he demanded her to respond to him. Her eyes rolled back as if to search for a way out of this, as if to look anywhere away from the world’s frozen gaze on her body. The swell of his cock so deep within her tipped her off and soon her insides were flooded with the first helping of his seed.
Martina shuddered, her smaller form trembling beneath him. Her legs had embraced his waist to let him breed her to his desires. How potent was Yomi? Would the birth control she was taking hold? Martina had the sinking feeling that he was born with the virility needed to impregnate her the first chance he got. And even then…
“Does it hurt, Martina?”
“N-No!!! Never, Director Yomi!!”
The cry forced out of her was one of pleasure as she drowned in the pleasure he doused her with. Her fingernails scraped the window, her juices smearing the pain as his seed mixed with her orgasm.
“I love it…” Her mouth watered. Martina’s mind was assured. He could do anything he wanted to her. Yomi Hellsmile bared her to the world and raised the bars around her. She was possessed—and worse…
Martina wanted to be possessed. Or else…what was she to be?
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