[darkstalker]

Raki's Birthday Surprise
This is a fanfiction rape based on the claymore series. the women here are women with silver hair and eyes who look to be around 25-30. they're immortal basically and really strong with great speed and demon blood. Raki is a guy who has been hanging out with Clare in a deserted cave for the past several years with growing tensions in the group and has just had his 18th birthday a few days ago. Wicked Ophelia plans to use Clare for a nasty birthday surprise.
Warning, some snuff and blood may be involved.

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He watches her, her short blonde hair blowing with the chill wind, her pouty lips seeming so inviting. The sway of her hips, the skin of her legs gleaming, her breast tight against the dark leather fabric. Raki feels himself warming despite the cold.
She turns towards him, Clare, her silver eyes shining, seeming to bore into him. “Is something wrong?” she asks him.
“Uh...” he asks, his eyes widening. Clare walks up to him, placing her hand under his chin, her soft lips only inches away from his. Raki can’t help but look at their fullness and remember that kiss he’d had with her, her tongue running through his mouth, playing in his insides. “Uh...”
“Your skin is red,” she says. “Are you getting sick?” She places her hand on his forehead, feeling how warm it is. “Maybe you’re getting a fever. This cold isn’t good for a regular human.”
Someone grabs him from behind, pressing him close. He feels the press of her breast, a strong breath against his face. The redness fades, a little...
“You know exactly why it is, Clare,” says Helen, another blonde with a bob type hair style, but with part of it parted along her right ear. Raki’s heart is suddenly pumping wildly, his eyes widening, and the red returning.
“It’s cuz you want to warm Clare’s bed, isn’t that right, Raki?” Helen says with a smirk.
Raki doesn’t answer, the perspiration dripping from his forehead suddenly.
Clare grabs his wrist, pulling him away from Helen. “Leave him alone Helen!” Clare says, her voice becoming heated. “You’ve been at this for weeks now.”
“You know Clare,” says Helen, “you should just give him a good lay and we could get all this awkwardness over with.”
“Helen...” says Clare, her hand squeezing around Raki’s wrist.
“Clare..” he whispers, suddenly grabbing at her wrist. It’s starting to burn around his hand.
“If I could get you both drunk, I would,” says Helen. “Unfortunately you’re too much of a prude and can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
“Why you...” says Clare, her hand squeezing hard on Raki’s wrist.
“Ow!” Raki yelps, his hand now actually stinging.
“Clare...” says a seductively playful voice. “I think you better let him go.”
Clare slowly releases Raki’s hand, her eyes wide, her breathing coming out in short gasp. Raki suddenly doesn’t want her to let go. The woman behind her smiles at him, a large grin splitting her face in two, but one that never seems to reach her eyes.
She is Ophelia, former rank 4 of the organization until she turned on her masters. With a lithe body and elfen ears, a long braid tying her hair back hanging down to her hips, she’d almost look a perfect woman if not for that madness in her eyes. That madness that led her to torture him and Clare when they first met with her. She turns to Raki, her grin growing even wider.
“You know Clare,” Ophelia says, keeping her eyes on Raki the whole time. “Maybe Helen is right.”
“What?!” says Clare, rounding on her.
Ophelia places a finger on her chin, her long ears twitching. “Maybe you just need to give the boy a good fuck. It could be a wonderful birthday present! Right, Raki?”
“Uh.. Uh...”
“That is just sick,” says Clare, jabbing a finger into Ophelia’s chest. “Raki and I respect each other and would never do anything to upset that.”
“Yeah,” says Ophelia, rolling her eyes. “That’s why I’ve seen him masturbating in the corner next to your sword. How much baby batter have you had to clean off it anyways, Clare?”
Helen starts to snicker. Clare’s eyes widen and she turns to Raki with a glare. “Come on Raki, let’s go.”
She drags him away outside and Helen calls out, “If you want a good lay Raki, I can pretend I’m Clare!”
Clare grunts and jerks Raki along with her. Outside she pushes him against the wall. She is quiet for several minutes, the only sound his steady breathing and the howling winds.
“Clare,” he says. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... I .. It was an accident!”
She is silent for awhile, her eyes quivering. She grits her teeth and punches the wall. Stone chips fly away, a crack opening behind him. Raki stares with wide eyes. Clare is silent, looking down at the floor.
“Clare....”
“Damn it Raki!” she yells. “We can’t do that! Don’t you understand? We’re too different! Damn it!” And she turns, storming off into the cold.
“Clare! Wait!” Raki yells, but she does not listen, her form receding into a wispy shadow against the cold. He grits his teeth and punches the wall. “Damn it,” he whispers, feeling his own tears starting to form. “Damn it.”

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Clare’s fist crackle against her leather gloves. She’s suppressing the urge to scream. After all this time, after all this time... and that boy still doesn’t get it! She sighs, letting out a breath of air slowly and calls out his name. “Raki!”
She is tense for several seconds expecting him to come bounding at any second, his messy short hair whipping around and his eyes lit up with exuberant joy. She’d have to tear out some of that joy. He couldn’t stay here anymore. Why’d she keep him here so long to begin with? He’s almost a man now. No. He’s past eighteen. He is a man now.
“Raki!” she calls out again. Still there is no reply. She waits, tapping her foot, arms folded across her breast, the only sound, her steady breathing and the thumping of her heart and the loud and lonely howl of the wind.
“Raki...” she whispers. “Where are you?”
Could he have gone to a town on his own? Maybe? But with how the winds are howling and the snow and ice blowing about, it would be suicide for someone like him. Someone human.
Damn it, she thinks, fist squeezing tight, teeth grinding against one another. Why couldn’t he at least wait for her to escort him out? He’s still human after all. Doesn’t he understand the difference between silver eyed warriors and humans?
No, she realizes. He doesn’t. He’s been with them too long. He probably thinks more like them then he does as a human. She sighs and readies to go out into the cold in search of him, hopefully to find him alive.
“Raki,” she whispers. “Please...”
She hears the tap of footsteps and turns quickly, expecting Raki. Her smile falters upon seeing that it’s the pointy eared witch, Ophelia.
“Hello, Ophelia,” she says, pushing past her.
“What? No hug hello?” she says, with mock amusement.
“Goodbye Ophelia,” says Clare.
“You won’t find him wandering out in the snow,” says Ophelia. Clare stops, her heart beating faster.
“He’s waiting for you, you know,” says Ophelia. “Waiting to give you a present.”
Clare rushes, drawing her blade on Ophelia, pressing it against the woman’s throat. Ophelia’s ears quiver with excitement, almost bouncing, a large grin spreading on her face. “What’s wrong Clare?” she says mockingly. “Don’t you want to know where your little Raki is?”
“What have you done with him!?” says Clare, pressing her blade close against Ophelia’s throat, drawing a sliver of blood across her neck. The woman merely begins to chuckle.
“You aren’t going to find him if you kill me, you know? No yoki to track, remember?”
Clare pulls her sword back and punches Ophelia as hard as she can. There is a splatter of blood as her lip cracks. “Where is he?!” Clare screams, grabbing Ophelia from her collar, pulling her close.
“Temper. Temper,” says Ophelia, placing a finger on the sword’s tip. “He’s just waiting to start our little game Clare.”
Clare grits her teeth, her eyes going a bright yellow as she draws back with her blade. “Touch me,” yells Ophelia, “and you’ll never see that little cunt clogger again!”
Clare is quiet for a long moment, the seconds seeming to extend into minutes and then hours. She shuts her eyes, remembering Ophelia’s type of “games.” How the first time she and Raki had met the woman she’d cut off Clare’s legs and forced Raki into a duel where Ophelia then proceeded to slowly torture him with her sword. Ophelia’s games. After all these years she still hasn’t changed one bit. After what seems an eternity Clare draws back her blade, forcing herself to relax, her eyes going back to their regular silver.
“Alright,” says Clare. “Where is he?”
Ophelia shakes her head, crossing her arms and making little tsking noises. “Uh-uh,” she says. “I’m not telling you anything until you drop that sword and leave it here.”
“Like I’d trust you without my sword,” she growls.
“No sword, no Raki.”
“Damn it. Once Miria gets word of this...”
“Miria’s not going to hear a word of this!” says Ophelia, her voice changing to a growl. “Well, not while we’re in the middle of the game at least. She’s bound to right after though!” Ophelia begins to chuckle, staring at Clare with large eyes. A cold chill runs through Clare’s spine. The woman is insane.
“Alright,” says Clare, drawing her blade and throwing it aside. “But if you’ve done anything to harm him...”
“Clare. Clare. Clare,” says Ophelia with a chiding lilt. “Without your quick sword, even at full strength, you’re barely more then Raki is!”
And suddenly Clare finds herself thrown against the floor, her jaw numbing up from a sudden pain. Something slams into her, grinding her face into the floor, her hair is then being pulled violently upwards. She lets out a cry of pain.
“I owed you that for the punch earlier,” says Ophelia. “Now is Clare going to be a good girl...” and Ophelia proceeds to grind her knee into Clare’s temple, causing Clare to scream. “Or are you going to be naughty?”
“Damn it!” says Clare, her eyes turning bright yellow. “Let go of me!”
“Say it,” says Ophelia, jerking Clare’s hair again. “Say it!”
Clare grits her teeth. If Miria and the others weren’t scouting outside for yoma right now... Damn it! “Alright, damn it! Let go!”
“No,” says Ophelia, her voice suddenly going serious. “Say you’re going to be a good girl, Clare, and start with your name first please?”
Her fist clenching, Clare shuts her eyes and lets out a breath of air. She sees his smile and large eyes and she nods. For you, Raki, she thinks. “I Clare, will be a good girl.”
Ophelia’s lips form into a pout. “Not the way I would have done it, but it’ll do, I guess.” And she smiles broadly. Damn it, Raki, Clare thinks. You’d better be alright!
As they’re walking through the knee deep snow with the wind slapping at their faces Clare can only wonder about Ophelia’s twisted game. And how far she’d brought Raki. Is he even alive? Damn it.
Ophelia stops, halting Clare. “Are we here already,” Clare ask. She’s not seeing a cave anywhere in sight. That can only mean... he’s dead already. Buried under the snow. The twisted bitch had brought her here to laugh in her face.
“Damn it,” she says, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “I should have known!”
“Known what,” says Ophelia, turning while tugging something out of a small pouch on her waist. “My, look at that pouty expression on your face. It’s so cute. You’d think Raki is dead already!”
“Wait,” says Clare. “He’s not?”
Ophelia squeezes her cheeks together, shaking Clare’s head. “Of course not, boo-boo. What? You really think I’ll bring you out into the middle of nowhere to find his dead body?”
Then she starts to laugh. “Now that I think about it, that would be funny!”
“It’s not funny, you sick twisted bitch!”
Ophelia pats Clare on the head and smiles. “I couldn’t give my little Raki a proper present if he’s dead already. Can I? No. So stop your moping.”
“Then...”
“I want you to take these,” says Ophelia, opening her palm in front of Clare. In her palm are several small tablets of brown coloration. She recognizes them immediately.
“But these are...”
“Yup,” says Ophelia with a sing song voice. “Yoki suppression pills! I told you, Miria isn’t going to find out until after. Plus...” and she raises her finger to indicate a statement. “Didn’t you say, you and Raki are too different? Well... now you won’t be. Now... for a little while, you’ll both be human.”
“Human,” says Clare, thinking on it.
“Yeah,” says Ophelia. “Isn’t it what’s stopping the two of you from going at it like wild bunnies? Cuz you’re scared you’ll break him? Not that he wouldn’t chance it. Given long enough he might take Helen’s proposition up to pretend to be you. Course Helen wouldn’t let that fly for too long I imagine. Helen being Helen. Then again, maybe you’d lose your precious Raki to her. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?”
“Shut up,” says Clare, taking the pills and swallowing them quickly. They go down fast, with a bitter taste. Already her body absorbs their nutrients, their warping effects taking hold of her. Already the cold feels more bitter, the chill winds sharper.
She squeezes her arms, shaking a little. Damn it. Regular suppression pills aren’t supposed to be like this. So why are these?
“Oh, shaking already?” says Ophelia. “No matter. Come on. I’m sure Raki will warm you right up.”
Clare nods, her teeth starting to chatter. She shuts her eyes and trudges through the snow, each step a struggle now as her foot sinks up to her knee and she has to struggle to pull it out and put it forward again. The pills are stronger then normal. Why? She..
She stumbles and Ophelia catches her. “Tsk. Tsk. Didn’t think they’d work that fast. If we wait too much longer you’ll be no good for the games. And we can’t have that.”
“What are you...?”
There is a blur of movement and suddenly Clare’s world goes black. When she wakens it’s against cold, hard stone, her head throbbing, a muffled sound and thumping coming from her left. She wakens slowly, rubbing her head.
“Well, well, you’re finally awake. Took long enough. I was beginning to worry.”
Clare’s eyes snap open. She turns to her left, staring at Ophelia in the poorly lit cave, the sun going down outside. A figure is struggling at her side, bound to her sword with tight ropes. And Clare finally realizes who it is.
“Raki!” she says, her eyes adjusting to the dim light.
“Clarfph!” he yells through the gag on his mouth.
“Well now,” says Ophelia with a smirk, her eyes shining with glee. “We can let the games begin."
Ophelia stands up from the stone, putting her hands below her skirt and starts to pull down her underwear, exposing her vagina to the cool air. “What are you doing?!” says Clare, her heart thundering loudly against her chest.
She stares wide eyed as Ophelia strides over to Raki and pulls out his gag. “Clare!” he yells.
“Raki!” she answers. Ophelia grips his cheeks tightly, lifting his face to look at her.
“Now Raki,” she says, “I want you to show Clare what we’ve been practicing.”
Practicing, Clare thinks questioningly.
“But I...” he says, tears starting to run down his eyes.
“You’re going to do it,” says Ophelia, “Unless you want to see your lovely Clare get hurt.”
“Let go of him!” Clare yells, rushing at Ophelia. But despite her anger, despite her trying to summon her yoki, her body feels sluggish. Slow to respond. And when Ophelia’s fist crashes into the side of her face sending her flying backwards, the message is sent clearly.
“Clare!” Raki screams.
Clare holds her reddening cheek, the swelling burning against her jaw. For all intents and purposes, they are both at Ophelia’s mercy. “Damn it,” she curses. “Damn it.”
“Now see what you did to Clare,” says Ophelia. “Do as I say, or she’ll get hurt more.”
She hears him whimpering and turns to look at him. “Sorry Clare,” he says, through tear streaked eyes.
“Raki..” she whispers.
“I’m waiting Raki,” Ophelia growls, her eyes shining with malice.
Raki turns towards her slowly, his tongue sticking out from his mouth and slowly he begins to lick her labia. “Raki!” Clare screams.
His tongue runs over her lips, lost in her hair, and comes back down. Clare can see him sputter but his tongue is soon out again, running over Opehlia’s lips.
“He’s not that bad,” says Ophelia, her eyes aglow. “To think you could have been getting some of this for years. Haha! It’s so sad really.”
Clare grits her teeth, tears welling in her own eyes. “Let him go!” she says, standing on shaking legs.
“Oh no, Clare,” says Ophelia. “I’m enjoying his virgin tongue quite nicely. Be a good girl and I might give you a turn.”
“You bitch!” Clare growls.
“Such vulgar language,” says Ophelia. “It’s not all that bad, and Raki enjoys the taste, don’t you, Raki boy?”
“Noff,” he says while his face is buried in her hips.
“What?” says Ophelia, jerking his face back from her vagina. “You’re saying you don’t like the taste of my virgin lips?” says Ophelia.
“NO!” says Raki. “It’s gross and disgusting!”
“No?” says Ophelia, shaking his head around. “And here I was going to offer you Clare’s lips when you were done. But since you don’t like that... well... you’re going to lick something else of hers.”
She turns towards Clare, an evil grin splitting her face. Clare’s heart skips a beat as that look settles on her. “Clare, come over here, I’m going to need you for this part.”

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When Ophelia hit Clare, Raki felt part of his world break. How Clare flew.... something was wrong with her. Or Ophelia is just a lot stronger then she looks.
But looking at Clare’s face, at her swelling cheek and her eyes. Oh God, her eyes are the wrong color! She’s taken one of those pills again, and that means she’s lost part of her power. “Now see what you did to Clare,” Ophelia says in a sing song voice. “Now do as I say unless you want her hurt more.”
“Sorry Clare,” he whispers, tears filling up his eyes. He’d do anything, even pleasure this monster, if it means Clare won’t get hurt more.
He hears her scream his name, but he tries to ignore it, to put her out of his mind, but this feels like such a betrayal of everything he is supposed to be.. To be for her. He runs his tongue along the edge of Ophelia’s labia, going up its surface slowly. He feels her quiver, reacting already to his touch. For all intents and purposes, Ophelia is as much a virgin as both of them are. But unlike them, she’s willing to experiment, by force if necessary.
He runs his tongue against her again, then runs it higher, his tongue sweeping over her clit. She moves as she groans and his tongue is suddenly buried in her fur. He pulls his tongue back quickly, spitting out the hair that got stuck to its surface. Fortunately Ophelia is too busy berating Clare to have noticed.
With the hair out of the way, he shuts his eyes and runs his tongue deep along the center of her vaginal folds, entering it. It is wet and slimy and warm to the touch. A strong musky odor permeates his senses. She grabs his hair, burying his face deep in her, his tongue thrust deeper into her folds as she lets out a moan.
“... and Raki enjoys the taste, don’t you Raki?” she asks him.
“No,” he answers, his words drowned out against her lips. She jerks his head back, looking deep into his eyes with a malicious glare.
“What?” says Ophelia. “You’re saying you don’t enjoy the taste of my virgin lips?”
“NO!” he shouts. “It’s gross and disgusting!” He’d never admit to liking the taste, like a sugar in his mouth. That the smell makes him very aroused. Never. Not in front of Clare. The only taste, the only smell he wants against his mouth, is hers!
He can feel Ophelia shaking his head back and forth. “No?” she says. “And here I was going to offer you Clare’s lips when we were done.” What, he thinks, eyes going wide. He can feel his member hardening at the very idea of touching Clare that way. Of running his tongue over her delicate folds and hearing her soft moans against his ear, of tasting her sweet nectar...
“But since you don’t like that,” he hears Ophelia say. “You’re going to lick something else of hers.”
What? He looks up at Ophelia’s malicious grin, suddenly turned away from him, turned towards Clare. Oh God, no! “Clare, come over here,” says Ophelia. “I’m going to need you for this part.”
For once, Clare looks rooted to her spot. Her eyes wide with fear. “Come over here, Clare,” says Ophelia, motioning with the crook of her finger.
Clare narrows her eyes, a glower taking the place of the fear. “No, I’m not going to take part in your twisted games.”
Ophelia sighs and stomps over towards Clare, quickly grabbing her from the scalp and pulling her violently towards Raki. “Leave Clare alone!” he screams, his fear disappearing in a rush of anger.
“Oh hush up Raki,” says Ophelia, handling Clare with one hand alone. “You’re going to enjoy this about as much as me.
“I’d never enjoy hurting Clare!” he blurts out.
Ophelia laughs. “Oh really?” Her hands are suddenly on Clare’s chest, pushing her down towards Raki, groping her and moving them roughly. Clare is moaning, growling at Ophelia to stop it. Raki can only make stuttering noises, her breast so close to his face. Even under the leather he can feel his erection growing.
“Raki!” Clare yells. “Don’t look! Please... don’t look.”
He turns his head away, trying not to look, trying not to be aroused. “Oh but you want to look, don’t you boy,” says Ophelia tauntingly. “You want to see her firm breast out in the open and suck on them, don’t you?”
“No I don’t!” says Raki, suppressing his urge to scream. “I don’t want to hurt Clare!”
“Oh?” says Ophelia, her voice softening. Clare’s moans have stopped and he can’t hear the swishing of leather now. “Fine I guess. We’ll save that part for later.”
She grips Clare roughly from the scalp, pulling her to her feet. “Stop hurting Clare!” Raki yells. “I swear if you..”
“Oh don’t worry,” says Ophelia. “You like kissing Clare’s ass so much, well... I’m going to give you your chance now.”
“What?” says Raki, not comprehending.
“Clare,” whispers Ophelia, licking her right ear lobe. “Be a dear and pull down your underwear.”
“What?!” Clare nearly shrieks.
Raki’s heart starts thundering. He feels the sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn’t want to lick Ophelia’s vaginal lips so she’d said he could kiss Clare’s ass? He swallows. Oh no... please not that.

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