~One Dark and Perverted Night~
PART 8: "Friction Fetish"
Needily, Usagi arched to claim Mamoru's lips, parting his mouth with her tongue so she could deepen the kiss. Mamoru responded hungrily, hands toying with her nipples. Usagi, floating away in the sensation, let loose a feral groan. After a few seconds of this heaven, the blonde returned to full cogency... and was overcome by a desire to mutualize the pleasure. Awkwardly at first, her fingers inched down to Mamoru's large member. Tips brushing the top of his shaft, she almost lost it right there; almost succumbed to the dizziness of love swirling around in her brain. Almost.
The only thing that kept her tethered was the realization that Mamoru had not been as satiated as she. Not yet, at least.
A tremor raced across Mamoru's back as Usagi's nails brushed against his erection. With sudden inspiration and a burst of self-assurance, Usagi cupped her hand around the throbbing member, cradling; stroking... Mamoru twitched and moaned under her caress. Gleeful at what utter possession she had over his body, Usagi squeezed and nimbly ducked to peck the shaft's tip. Mamoru watched through fevered midnight depths as her tongue traced little patterns over the aching part of his anatomy.
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"Hoooly fuck. Usagi-chan's giving Mamoru-san a hand job! A *hand job*...!" Minako hissed. A strange giggle issued from her lips. "Looks like Mamoru-san's got a friction fetish..." Makoto fairly pushed the girl over in her haste to catch sight of this oddity, neck craning.
"WHAT!?" she whispered in disbelief, now taking full command of the slit, to the annoyance of Minako and relief of Rei. Unfortunately, irritation burgeoned into something slightly more homicidal as Minako found herself denied the pornography show. Makoto stifled a yelp as something sharp stabbed her ear. She glanced sidelong into the rather, um, crazed countenance of aforementioned furious (furious? Perhaps 'insane' is a more fitting description) blonde.
"M-Minako-chan... that hurts..."
"Oh, does it?" the Senshi of Love (*scoff* *snicker* *cough*) purred, feigning both ignorance and innocence. She gave Makoto's ear another tug and twist, and the brawny brunette realized with a jolt of horror that her rose earring was the source of the discomfort.
"Minako-chan... quit it, you're- you're going to stab me on accident!"
"Accidents happen. Just like the one where you blocked all sight of our Prince and Princess, leaving I to grope in the dark cast by your shadow," Minako continued in the same disconnected, sickly sweet tone. "I'd suggest moving back a little, if you don't want to lose an ear."
Rei and Makoto just stared, wondering if Minako had always harbored such psychotic tendencies.
They wagered it was a good probability. And that Makoto give the blonde some room before things got ugly, and magical attacks became involved.
The closet of pea green jackets didn't deserve *that* cruel a fate.
... Not... *really*...
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"U-Usako," Mamoru croaked after a couple minutes of their latest activity. The odangoed eighteen-year-old paused in her ministrations. "Usako, you have to stop."
"Why?" she asked, glancing up so innocently; so forlornly, that Mamoru nearly rescinded his plea. He could already sense the rejection burning in her heart; the invisible queries swirling in her brain. With a little sigh, Usagi began moving away from his erection, feeling in the wrong. Mamoru's hand snaked out to latch onto her wrist.
"You have to stop because if not, I'm... I'm going to climax right here," he elucidated, seeking out the cerulean eyes to see if Usagi understood. She blushed crimson, nodding.
"Oh."
"I want both of our first times to be experienced properly. As one, inside of each other," he murmured, eyes raging like fiery coals once more. Usagi could feel herself being dazzled and dazed by those dark, passionate orbs. She nodded again, and Mamoru smirked wolfishly. "That doesn't mean we can't tease each other a little first," the ebony-head crooned. It was then his turn to bend, scooting backward until his face was at level with Usagi's groin.
"Open your legs, Usako," Mamoru beckoned gently, and his paramour complied while gasping for breath in anticipation, having already had a taste of this sort of ecstasy. When her flower was parted for Mamoru's countenance, he lent in and nuzzled the lips of Usagi's vagina. She barely restrained a shriek, inadvertently stretching her muscles further to give Mamoru full access. Her hands found and claimed the white coverlet, fabric captured in a fist that the blonde kneaded; twisted. As she writhed, Mamoru continued to lick; to savor her cunt and lap up the sweet juices flowing from the opening he would soon place a stake in to call his... forever.
"Oh... oh my God... Mamo-chan..." Usagi choked, tone a mixture of thready and husky. Oxygen... she needed oxygen...
Mamoru gave a quick nip to the sensitive nub of skin that seemed to evoke the most reaction from his future wife. Usagi screamed aloud, legs bucking in an attempt to pull him deeper. Mamoru chuckled when her inner thighs tightened around his ears, tongue retreating back down to the wettest area of secretion in respite. He gave a few more seconds to suckling, but all too soon for Usagi, his mouth was gone and she felt strangely cold; empty.
"Mamo-chan?"
Mamoru gave a lopsided grin at the breathless, yearning quality of Usagi's voice. "Not yet, Usako... wait a little longer..."
The girl fairly growled in frustration. "Enough playing coy, Mamo-chan!"
Mamoru was taken aback when Usagi's legs wrapped around his torso and she yanked him down on top of her. "*Please*, Mamo-chan... I can't take it anymore..." Mamoru's breath hitched when Usagi began grinding earnestly against his member, their fluids amalgamating hot and slick at the pleasure-inducing friction. Her golden head fell back at the intimate touch, and Mamoru's dropped forward so he could nibble at the exposed and creamy neck so inviting; so perfect...
Usagi moaned at the warm kisses that led up to her eyelids, then down her nose... two lips connected again... She began bucking faster; the friction escalated- 'so good, so good...'
"Usako," Mamoru cried into her hair. "Usako, Usako... oh, I love you..."
"I love you too," the teen whispered in reply, eyes rolling backward and chest heaving; for a brief moment, their nipples met, brushing against each other as intimately as the lower regions of their bodies were. Mamoru's erection ravaged her groin, shaft sliding up and down, up and down in a fluid movement, and then- suddenly- the couple froze.
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"Oh. My. God," Makoto quipped, staring.
"Mother of all that is good in this world," Rei breathed in a moan, half-shielding her eyes. The other half watched on in morbid fascination.
"Go for it!" Minako cheered, invisible popcorn in hand as she drooled, perfectly content now that her spot was reclaimed. Suffice to say, none of the Senshi dared to cross *her* again tonight. Closets do funny things to people stuck in them.
And... Ami just layed there, oblivious and pretty much forgotten.
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Mamoru's erection was now partly lodged in Usagi's vagina, enough that this would be the point of no return should they continue the rocking movements. Usagi bit her lip, increasing the hold she had on Mamoru's shoulders. Fear sent butterflies scattering in her stomach, but the fire in her abdomen refused to be squelched by the tiny flutterings of nervousness. She knew it would hurt. She knew there would be no getting back her virginity. But that was a minuscule price to pay, compared to the gift that she would be giving Mamoru- and he her- once they began the true act of intercourse.
"What are you thinking, Usako?" Mamoru asked softly, alternatively petting and stroking her gossamer locks of sunshine. Altruistically, for Mamoru wanted nothing more than to make love with Usagi until morning came, he reminded the girl, "We can still stop now, if you want... there's no need to rush..." The erection, he supposed, would take a good hour in a scalding hot (or perhaps freezing cold, depending on his mood) shower to kill. But, it *was* a labor love, and if in the name of retaining Usagi's innocence for a few years' more, Mamoru wouldn't hesitate.
Luckily, it did not come to that. Usagi reigned in her anxiety, grim determination shining in her cerulean orbs. "Please... do it, Mamo-chan. Just... start slowly, okay?"
"I'll go as slow as you want, Usako." Mamoru seriously wondered if he'd jump off a bridge if Usagi ever got the whim or the gall to command him to do so.
... 'Probably', he realized. Anything for his Princess.
So gingerly he might have been coaxing a thread through needle, Mamoru positioned himself properly and eased his length into Usagi. The teen inhaled raggedly, eyes clenched shut as Mamoru searched her visage for signs of cold feet. "Usako... Usako, talk to me..." he pleaded.
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In the closet, the atmosphere became markedly somber. Rei staunched the urge to jump out of hiding and inquire on Usagi's well-being; maybe provide some comfort... but then the image as it would play out sprung to her mind.
'Usagi, are you alright? That looks really painf- NO, I DID NOT JUST COME OUT OF MAMORU-SAN'S CLOSET; WHAT ARE YOU, BARKING MAD!? Hahahaha.... yeah, it does seem suspicious, I- okay, so... maybe I did... BUT I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I- Usagi, it's okay, stop crying, I'm really sor- well, no, I'm not alone, all of us Inners are here... MINAKO-CHAN, GET BACK IN THE CLOSET! Yeesh, sorry about that, she's been kinda weird all night- FOR THE LAST TIME, NO, OF COURSE WE DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! Oh, Ami-chan? Yeah, she's just... um... playing dead... haha fun new game; maybe I'll tell you two about it once you... er... finish up...'
Yeah, that would go over just *spiffily*.
Haruka was dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead. And Rei took great glee in imagining up scenarios the Inners would force her into to conclude this AWFUL game of Truth or Dare.
Which, by the way, was an activity Rei doubted she would EVER partake in again.
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"It... it hurts a bit," Usagi admitted to her boyfriend, refusing to open her lids just yet as the she rode out the agony in her abdomen stemming from the hymen's tear. "I'm just... I think I need... a few seconds to get used to you."
"As long as it takes," Mamoru swore, the beginnings of regret and sorrow seeping into his system at having caused his angel physical duress. The man had little opportunity to dwell, for Usagi started wiggling in an experimental but very arousing way. She rotated her hips to and fro. It required all of Mamoru's willpower for him not to start shagging the petite woman senseless then and there.
"Mmm," she sighed. "I... yes, I think... now, start now, Mamo-chan."
"Right," he squawked in a low croak, middle already aflame from her unconsciously sensual squirming. With the patience of a saint, the raven-haired chevalier began thrusting weakly in and out, still wary of Usagi's fragility. "How's this?"
"Perfect," Usagi answered breathlessly, trying to meet him every time so their motions were in sync. She grit her teeth and attempted an upward grind of her pelvis against his thighs, satisfied when Mamoru made a rough noise in the back of his throat and shuddered. Feeling a little more courageous as the pleasure mounted and pain decreased, Usagi let Mamoru dive all the way in. She noticed the equal felicity and delight plastered on his face. He, on the other hand, endeavored to heighten Usagi's sexual bliss by rubbing up against her cunt repeatedly. The college student was rewarded with Usagi's indulgent and adorable mews of enjoyment.
The lovers fell into a dance as old as the sea, bodies joining and parting as an inferno blazed in either belly. Usagi's cries gradually burgeoned louder and louder, while Mamoru's grunting proliferated with "Usako!"s interspersed.
"Mamo-chan... oh GOD, Mamo-chan, harder!" Usagi hollered, pounding up against him with renewed fervor, the flames licking higher and winding into her veins. Mamoru boosted his momentum, driving Usagi into the mattress with such impetus that the bed shook on its hinges, rattling against the wall. He was probably *very* lucky that his apartment was at the top of the building, and his few neighbors were spared the noise by his bed's position by the window.
After all, who wanted an audience during your first time... or any, really?
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Rei was shaken out of dazed horror by a quiet rustling near her knees. She glanced over and gaped with unmistakable surprise.
"A-Ami-chan? You..."
"Rei-chan, waz'hap'nin?" Ami slurred, crawling over to the slit blearily. "I don't... 'member much..."
"No, Ami-chan, DON'T LOOK!"
... Too late. Ami got a spectacular view of their Prince and Princess fucking, and a second glimpse at the large dick of Chiba Mamoru. The combination sent the blunette back over the edge as her face experienced every hue of the rainbow in five seconds flat.
Which was a lot of colors, Rei discovered. And certainly no small feat!
THUNK!
"Well she's probably out for the count," the priestess muttered, shrugging. Ami's dead weight could stay where it fell, for now. Rei had no desire to drag the comatose figure back into the corner. Loathed as she was to confess it, doing so might cause her to miss... literally... the climax of this, erm, entertainment. What the hell else would she do? *Sleep*? With a lullaby that included her best friend shrieking "Harder"?
Rei peeked up at Minako and Makoto, grimacing.
The newly minted whores were grinning like fools, and Minako had a particularly lusty gleam in her eyes. Makoto just nodded appreciatively, mumbling something about, "Yeah, that's the spot, Mamoru-san; women love that... mm-hm, deeper..."
Rei frowned. Whenever they got out of this damn closet, she was going to corner Makoto and threaten bodily combustion if she didn't spill- truthfully- where the hell she learned so much about sex.
And maybe cajole a few pointers out of the brunette too.
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Usagi screamed, the culmination of hers and Mamoru's efforts exploding with a fantastic eruption of light and ecstasy; pure, unadulterated *ecstasy*...
'Beautiful...' ran through her half-blinded mind. 'Oh Mamo-chan...'
She could hear Mamoru cumming along with her, riding out his own orgasm with a harsh exclamation of her name. She felt her vaginal muscles spasming, taking on a life of their own as they flexed in time to the waves of pleasure raking her body. And then, as all good things tend to do, the sensation died a slow but wonderful end. Still shivering at the sweet aftereffects, Usagi collapsed against the pillows, Mamoru coming down on top of her just as bonelessly. For a few seconds, the royals did nothing but lay together and breathe, still twined physically at the hips. Usagi wrapped her arms around Mamoru and tugged him close against her chest, listening to their heartbeats flutter wildly.
"Usako, I love you," Mamoru repeated, for the umpteenth time tonight. "I love you *so* much."
"Tell me again," Usagi smiled, reveling in the pronouncement. Mamoru chuckled and complied. He stroked back a loose lock of odango, kissing Usagi's sweaty forehead.
"You are unbelievably, dazzlingly, achingly beautiful."
Usagi blushed, closing her eyes and nuzzling against his cheek. "Don't let me go tonight," she whispered. "I wish- I *want*- you to stay inside of me forever. I want this moment engraved in my heart for all of time."
"I'll stamp it into your very soul, if you desire it," Mamoru murmured huskily, lips grappling at hers upon that promise. "We shall never be apart, ever again. No matter what life throws at us, we cannot be broken. We are one."
'One', Usako thought, deliriously giddy. She settled deeper into the plush behind her head, letting fatigue ensnare the dregs of her weary brain. Mamoru rolled off her but did not pull out just yet. Instead, he gathered the thin figure of his future wife into his arms and watched her drift off to sleep, a tiny smile still brightening her features.
[Senshi: AWWWWWWWWW!]
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