~Snapshots of the Royals~
PART 7: "Evil Cackling and Phlegm Problems"
Usagi thought she was going to die.
So many sensations were rushing through her body. She felt flushed; no... *on fire*. Every gentle stroke or frantic nibble Mamoru teased her with sent electricity coursing through skin to vein. She gasped as his fingers reached down and played with her sensitive spot, but as soon as the unexpected jolt of pleasure came, his hand was back at her dress straps, dragging the fabric down to her belly. A modest but cute pink bra greeted Mamoru, and he sucked in a breath at the sight of Usagi's pert nipples, straining for attention against the lingerie. Midnight eyes pleaded with the lighter cerulean. Begging, silently, to take it to the next level. With a barely perceptible nod and a tiny blush, Usagi felt the rest of her garments being tugged away.
And suddenly, her breasts were bared for the world to see.
Well, okay... *Mamoru*. But his reaction was worth more to her than any lingering embarrassment or strange sense of being watched. Was he impressed? Turned on? Or facing a bitter surprise where his expectations outmatched reality?
Mamoru drank in the sight of Usagi, chest heaving as she battled for enough oxygen, awaiting his approval.
They were... perfect. And not just in the symmetrical sense.
While not as well-endowed as most of her Senshi, Usagi's breasts were a beautiful cream color, and just the right size to send any man's fantasies wandering into the gutter. Tentatively, Mamoru stroked one. It was soft to the touch, almost unbearably. Usagi seemed to jump under his ministrations. Her paramour caressed again. She responded the exact same way; as if being shocked. A husky sound escaped parted red lips, and Mamoru smiled as his little test succeeded. She liked him touching her there... a lot.
"God, Usako... you're so beautiful," he crooned in a groan. And, with a thrill of elation, Mamoru realized she was *all his*. Luxuriously warm body, flawless chest, and all. He grinned toothily, bending the famed ebony head to suckle a breast. Usagi sighed loudly, carding her fingers through his hair. This was heaven, she decided. *Pure bliss*.
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What was bliss for Usagi was torture for the Inner Senshi.
Of course, 'torture' is a very loose term, at least in this instance.
Two of the closeted ones' number felt ready to barf repeatedly. The miko with raven hair mimed gagging and choking sounds as Usagi moaned and Mamoru licked. The pedantic with short aqua locks rocked back and forth, hiding her face and mumbling unhelpful reassurances about how the ordeal was soon to be over. Obviously, she was unaware that making love could last for quite a few hours, if performed correctly. And Usagi and Mamoru fully intended to make this the best night of their lives.
The other pair- perhaps better labelled 'dirty whores who have nothing better to do than watch their Prince and Princess have sex and get off on it'- sighed... torturously.
"I want a man to do that to *me*," Minako leered, giggling at the visions her mind provided. Images Rei really did *not* want to hear aloud... she was quite happy when no elucidation came forward. Let Minako's hentai thoughts remain just that.
"It's the best feeling in the world," Makoto added dreamily, and she started when three faces whirled to interrogate her. "I... what!? I'm... I'm only guessing! L-look at how much noise Usagi-chan's making! Inference, Watson! Inference!"
Momentarily satiated, the accusatory eyes- yes, even Ami's- shifted back to the slit. Because horrified, scarred, disgusted and afraid as she was, Ami had a clinical mind. Therefore, innately inquisitive... and curious as hell about subjects unfamiliar to her. Even sex. But if Mamoru lost his pants, Ami swore she'd faint. That was simply *too much*. Her heart just wouldn't be able to keep up with her breathing, if that was the case. Already, the obvious bulge at his crotch made her countenance burn crimson.
Maybe as crimson as Usagi's visage currently was.
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Mamoru moved from one breast to the other, for it seemed rather unfair if one got more attention than its sister. Usagi was drowning in the motions of his warm tongue, cooing and moaning him onward. Her hands roved over his back, but suddenly just feeling him against her wasn't enough. She wanted *all* of him. Ravishing her. Loving her in a way he never had before.
Usagi rested her palm against Mamoru's cheek, then cupped his chin and tilted it up. He sought out her solicitous blue orbs, dizzy and confused. Did she want him to stop...?
"Mamo-chan. Can I...?"
The question lingered in the air, but was continued in the blonde's unsure reach for his shirt buttons. Mamoru understood immediately, and he smirked coyly at her. "Only if I may aid in the disposal of your sundress. I really do want to see the rest of you, unhampered by fabric."
Usagi blushed. "Only for you, my Prince."
Her thin appendages trembled as they endeavored to undo each button. Mamoru, taking pity, laid his callused palm over her fidgety hand and helped the process along. Within minutes, he too was shirtless. Usagi's jaw dropped, but she wasn't the only one who lost control of their mouth.
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Minako let out a low but appreciative whistle. "*Hot damn*, that guy's got abs! Wonder if he works out along with being Tuxedo Kamen, or...?"
"Eh. Some guys are just born with it. I mean, my old boyfriend, *wow*... talk about a six pack..." Makoto reminisced.
"Mako-chan, my dear 'virgin'... may I ask *why* your boyfriend graced you with the sight of his stomach? Especially since such behavior is limited to places that usually involve a bed or a stripper's pole?" Rei challenged, raising a speculative brow. Makoto frowned at the priestess.
"I dunno about you, but I don't exactly consider pools to be sex clubs."
"Oh. Oh yeah," Rei conceded, turning incarnadine. "Swimming. Yeah. I guess he would show his... yeah. I'm just going to shut up now."
'Crap. Thought I'd cornered her into telling us she's been lying about being a virgin there,' Rei inwardly grimaced.
"Nice try."
'But I shall persevere! I don't believe you one iota, Kino Makoto!' Rei swore darkly. 'One of these times you're going to slip up... and little miss innocent Rei-chan will be there when you do! Bwhahaha!'
Makoto rolled her eyes at the weird way Rei was glaring at her. As if she had a *secret*! 'Ha! Hahahahahaha... ha... ha... Er...' Makoto cleared her throat awkwardly after the exhausting mental cackling and returned to the porn show- ahhhh, I mean... the witnessing of a terrible mistake! For... for Senshi business! And to protect Usagi! Yeeah. It was all about saving Usagi. From... um... Mamoru's siren-like ability to woo and entrance... with just his gleaming skin and silky baritone...
Makoto started drooling unconsciously. Consciously, she realized the others were suddenly scooting away from her.
"Eh...? I didn't... fart, did I?"
"Please wipe your mouth, Mako-chan. That's gross."
"Sorry."
Their attention was fast diverted when Usagi let out a sharp exhalation after a suspicious unzipping sound.
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Usagi shakily unzipped Mamoru's slacks, very... *very*... conscious of the fact that he was nearly bulging at the seams. She couldn't help but hyperventilate, realizing that this was the first time she was going to see his- heck, any man's!- member. Mamoru was patient through it all, watching with half-lidded eyes as she eased away his pants and then boxers. In a matter of moments, the garments lay haphazard on the floor and Mamoru was bared to the world.
And standing a good six or seven inches, tip brushing against Usagi's stomach in newfound freedom.
Usagi couldn't do much else but stare, licking her suddenly parched lips.
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Of course, quite a few other people were staring as well, slack-jawed and equally as breathless... and... horny (coughMinakocough).
Until...
"So... big..." Minako and Makoto drooled.
"Big..." Ami squeaked, from somewhere above the brunette.
THUNK!
"Omigod!" Rei freaked, words spilling hurriedly from her mouth as she scooted over to Ami. "Ami-chan's fainted!"
Silence...
"Guys, you hear!? Ami-chan's practically catatonic over here!"
...
"Comatose! White as a sheet!"
...
"Seriously? *Seriously*!?" Rei steamed, glaring at similarly non-responsive friends... albeit they for quite different reasons. It seemed two of their number were now lost to the world- or rather, too glued to their "protective spying duty for the Princess' well-being" to be of much aid. Rei growled an expletive, then proceeded to revive Ami. Or, well... tried to, anyway. Ami would've been much better at this, seeing as the highbrow was versed in medical knowledge and all.
But of course, *she* had to be the one out cold, right?
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"What are you thinking, Usako?" Mamoru inquired gently, cupping her under the chin. "Are you afraid?"
"No," she murmured.
"I don't want to pressure you into this-"
"No," Usagi countered again. She laid warm palms on his chest. "I'm not afraid."
'More like heart-pounding, head-over-heels in love with you all over again!'
She grinned coyly. "I think it's now your part of the bargain. This dress is *so* uncomfortable."
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Rei snorted as Makoto and Minako "ooh"-ed and "aah"-ed at the appropriate moments. Seriously, if the pair didn't shut up soon, Usagi and Mamoru might get suspicious! And how awkward would *that* confrontation be, huh? She went back to fanning Ami's pallid countenance ('no sex for that girl until she turned thirty!')
"Wow... Mamoru-san's got *goods*!" Minako squealed.
"More like a six and a half inch pleasure stick from heaven!" Makoto added suggestively. "Ooh, so hard inside you... thrusting roughly while your bodies mingle hot and sweaty and..."
She stopped to frown at two freshly accusatory Senshi. "Ahahaha... um... must be those romantic novels nowadays, eh? Heh heh heh heh. Wow they're graphic! Hahahaha...."
"Mako-chan, you don't *read* romantic novels," Minako reminded her, rolling cerulean orbs. "You told me yourself that you haven't picked up a pleasure book since starting high school, because you were so busy with homework!"
"You couldn't be more fake if you proclaimed yourself Queen of England, Mako-chan," was Rei's input.
"Oh, *right*, and you two are privy to all I do in my spare time? Maybe... maybe I lied!" Makoto, grasping at flighty straws, protested.
"Oh, so now you're a liar? Gee, I'm starting to reconsider your innocence stories, Pinocchio!" Rei scoffed. 'Bull's eye!' She stuck her angry visage in the brawny teen's. "Are you *really* a virgin? Have you been to jail?"
"What is this, 'Twenty Questions'?" Makoto laughed forcibly. "I'm not on trial for anything here!"
"Answer the question!" Minako cut across her, making her voice gruff and frightening and... awkwardly male.
"I... ah... well, you see... Oh, *look*! Mamoru and Usagi are about to get it on!" Makoto pointed wildly at the slit. "He's using tongue action!"
Enter bubbly Minako, exit creepy female warden with a manly baritone. "WHAT!? Where? Move! Let me see!"
Makoto visibly relaxed. 'Whew. Close one!'
Then she saw Rei was still glaring bloody murder at her, unmoved by the pornography show. Oh, if only evil looks contained daggers!
'Crap.'
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Mamoru paused, hands at Usagi's belly and on the precipice of wrenching away her partly undone sundress. He looked up, gnawing on his lower lip. Even buzzed, the chivalric paladin had reservations...
"Usako... are you *sure* you're ready?"
Usagi fairly screamed in frustration, hormones already sky-high and doing a jig in her abdomen. Mamoru's throbbing erection seemed to be mocking her as it dug into her thigh. "Mamo-chan, I'm *ready*! Please, just do it!"
Mamoru grinned wolfishly. "Good... because once I pull this dress down, I'll be too far gone to turn back."
Usagi smirked shyly. "Then tug away."
And so he did. One almighty shrug later, and Usagi's sundress crumpled to the floor. Mamoru gulped, eyes bugging and breath hitching as gingerly, he slipped white panties away too. Usagi quivered under his keen eyes, currently drowning in the image of his Usako naked. Aforementioned blonde blushed, but refused to avert her intense gaze. She couldn't help but realize Mamoru hadn't been fibbing earlier: the man before her seemed taut and suddenly crazed- wild with a feverish passion. His head dipped to trace a swirling pattern of kisses, pecking Usagi's navel; abdomen... creeping lower...
Usagi inhaled unexpectedly as Mamoru's mouth roved through her dark curls and softly poked his tongue into the wetness between her legs. She couldn't help but feel hot at his touch, and arched backward as his lips went to suck on her moistest center. "Oh... oh God, Mamo-chan! It feels so good!"
Lusty midnight twins pinned her own. The chevalier inched his way on top of her, pinning her down with his muscled form. Usagi had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. It felt so right to be this intimately connected, but she *needed* so. much. more.
"I want you so bad, Tsukino Usagi."
She shivered. "Then take me, Chiba Mamoru. Take me away until I forget everything but you."
TBC
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~AngelMoon Girl
