Adults Only! Blazblue Amane Nishiki X !fem!reader!lemon!

A dance of passion

Amane's dance troupe was highly popular and every time they were in your town, you went to watch. You were entranced by the beautiful moves, dazzling music, and lovely storytelling through dance. The thing that enchanted you the most, was the troupe's leader, Amane Nishiki. His long orchid hair looked as soft as flower petals. His blue eyes were as pure as the ocean. His perfect, porcelain skin and beautifully sculpted face held his beautifully shaped lips. Lips you dreamt of kissing. His lithe, limber body made beautiful movements that enticed you, sometimes you get a glimpse of his strong legs which several times make you weak in the knees and wet in your panties. But of course, it was a dream for you. He seemed like the sort of person who only liked men, and you just kept your fantasies to yourself. You were once again at his troupe's show and this time you noticed that his sharp eyes framed you in his mind, but you brushed it off though and put it into the back of your mind once more. You could control yourself, right? You knew how to fight, you were trained in whip fighting arts passed through the generations. You could also manipulate seithr. It was a necessity to survive in this crazy world. But now you were focused on the dance. Wearing a beautiful (f/c) cocktail dress and beautiful (f/c) stilettos with all of your (f/c) jewelry in places completed with your gorgeous hairstyle and makeup, you looked like a gem in the midst of the others who were mere rocks in his eyes. He completed his performance and ended the show. The time came for the afterparty and this time you stayed. You suddenly felt and hand on your shoulder. Startled you turned around, staring into the eyes of Amane Nishiki.

"So tense, my dear. What is distressing you so? You are far too beautiful to be so stressed." His voice like a delicate silk came from his throat and his Adam's Apple moved so beautifully in his throat.

"I'm, so so sorry...I'm just a big fan..."

"I remember your face, every time I come here I see your face. You look at me with such excitement, such splendor, and such...lust."

You tensed up even more, "I-I-I...um." You blushed incredibly red.

"What is your name, my dear?" He asked putting his long fingers under your chin and peering into your eyes.

"...(y-y/n) (l/n)."

"(y/n)...such an enchanting name for an incredibly beautiful woman." He began to pull you closer. You froze up. "Am I frightening you, my dear?" He said, his delicate feminine face contorting a little with his smile into something more masculine than before. "I know, it is too crowded here, come with me to my private trailer...we will be able to talk more. I'm used to using tents, but this seems to be the more modern thing. Shall we (y/n)?"

You were hesitant at first, but it seemed your love, or lust, or maybe both made your legs move to go with him seemingly on their own. You walked out of the party and to his large private trailer. When you walked inside the large structure, which was decorated with beautiful things, some that men wouldn't like, but it is his style and taste. It was pretty lavish in fact. Once the door was shut, he walked towards you again, and came close. You once again were apprehensive.

"What is troubling you, my dear? You seem scared...or confused." He asked concerned.

"Well, um. You just seem that the kind of man who enjoys...other men."

He chuckled. "Well, you're not wrong...I have enjoyed men in my bed before. The rock hard bodies, the rock hard...well you know. That may be true about me, but I also love women. Lovely, delicate, curvaceous women. So soft, and beautiful you are. Your lips are so much softer. Plus there is a few bonuses. Those lovely breasts, those full hips, and luscious backside, those shapely legs...not to mention that one thing you have that men don't that I happen to love the most."