This is my first Sailor Moon story, so please be gentle. It will be the first in a series of one-shots taking place in the SilMil era. These stories are for mature audiences only!
Please enjoy! Feel free to tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames are not.
I do not own Sailor Moon. I do own Calena the hand maiden.
By Nature: Curiosity
Mercurians were curious by nature.
Of course, he didn't know that, though by no fault of his own. At least, not one that he knew of.
She was always cold and rigid around him. He assumed that her whole damned race was nothing but frigid prudes. So, it came as quite the shock to him when he stumbled into his private chambers, a hand maiden half naked in his arms, to find her perched on his desk.
Her short blue hair was the same as always, but her sapphire blue eyes sparkled like the gem that shared their color. The matching dress she wore had a halter top, with a slit traveling down from just below her breasts to expose her navel. It stopped at her knees, exposing her bare feet.
The hand maiden, noticing his sudden stillness, turned her head just enough to see the planetary princess. "Oh," she said, breathless. Turning back to him, she asked, "Should I go?"
His mind was made up the second she arched one blue eyebrow at him. "No," he growled, green eyes flashing. "She can go."
Ducking his head, he once again claimed the maiden's lips with his own in a heated kiss, all the while guiding her toward his bed. After fumbling with the last button, she pushed his jacket off of his shoulders and ran her fingers down his bare chest. He groaned, quickly freeing her of what remained of her clothing as she reached for the button of his pants. As they tumbled onto the bed, all clothing forgotten on the floor, he realized that the princess had not left. Instead, she slid off of the desk and moved to the end of the bed, wrapping her hands around one of the fours posts and tilting her head to one side as she watched.
He tried his best to ignore her, trailing kisses down the maiden's body until his face was between her thighs. The noises he was eliciting from the woman before him were helping a great deal in that regard. When he slipped his tongue into her, she gave a delightful gasp. What he couldn't see was that her eyes snapped open, immediately locking on to the figure beside the bed. A light blush covered the maiden's cheeks as she watched the princess watch the man giving her so much pleasure. When his motions increased in speed, she bit down hard on her bottom lip and shook her head once. Those gem colored eyes locked onto her honey colored ones, and she watched as understanding danced through them, making them shine.
"Slow down."
He stopped altogether, glaring up at the woman watching. "Pardon?"
"She wants you to slow down. I imagine she dare not tell you due to your rank."
His glare didn't soften as he turned it on the woman lying in his bed. "Well?" he demanded to know if she was right. She bit down hard enough to draw blood from her lip, but did not dare speak her mind. When his glare returned to the princess, her eyes followed. "She seems reluctant to confirm."
The sneer in his voice didn't seem to phase her. "Shall I show you?"
The glare was replaced by a look of complete and utter shock. "What?"
At the exact same time, the maiden released her bottom lip and nodded vigorously. "Yes!"
His head snapped around so fast he cracked his neck, green eyes wide. The maiden's face flushed a deep red as the princess gracefully crawled onto the bed. She gently nudged the shocked man to the side and lowered her head. The instant that she curled her tongue inside of the woman, honey eyes fluttered closed as she gasped. When she slowly began sucking on her clit while simultaneously curling her tongue in and out, hands wound themselves tightly in her hair.
He watched the princess continue her slow ministrations, watched the maiden clutch desperately at blue hair. All the while, his erection was slowly becoming unbearable. The last string of patience he had was severed when the princess slid two fingers into the maiden, her mouth continuing its slow torture, causing the maiden to cry out.
His hand was pumping up and down his cock before her cry faded. He closed his eyes, imagining it was a pale, slender hand working his erection. Better yet, he imagined that talented mouth at work, a thought that had him groaning.
As the maiden's moans and whines became more frequent, the more he wanted to be included. When he felt himself growing close to release, he stopped and reached forward, gently pulling back on one pale shoulder.
The maiden whimpered and squirmed at the loss of the mouth and hand that had her so close to release.
He had planned on slipping between the maiden's legs and fucking her until they both found release, but then he'd looked into those sapphire eyes. They were so dark with the lust he could clearly see in them that they were almost black.
His gaze flickered for a second between the two women, before the princess spoke. "Go ahead," she said, nodding toward the maiden as her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. "I can wait."
He groaned, pulling her into a heated kiss that held the promise of more. The taste of the maiden still on her tongue incensed him. Breaking away, he turned his attention on the maiden. With one thrust, he was fully inside of her, and she rewarded him with a loud cry. The ruffling of silk alerted him to the fact that the princess had moved. Glancing up, he found that she was now resting against the pillows beside the maiden. It was the ends of her dress bunched in one hand at her waist that drew his attention, her other hand slipping into black lace panties.
He muttered a string of curses as he closed his eyes, because by the Gods that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and increased his rhythm. He knew it wasn't fair, wanting to be done with the woman beneath him so that he could focus on her, but from the moment she'd slid onto his bed, he'd wanted nothing more than to hear her scream his name. No, that was a lie. From the day he'd met her, all prim and proper as she stood beside her princess, he'd wanted her. Out of control and disheveled.
A hand grasped one of his shoulders and his eyes shot open. The woman beneath him threw her head back, the fist of her other hand between her teeth to keep her from screaming. Any other night and that would have been enough to drive him over the edge. This night, however, his gaze had to wander to the other woman in his bed. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted just slightly, and her hand moved feverishly underneath the black lace.
Her tongue darted out to once more run across her lower lip, and he pulled out of the maiden seconds before he came. She was breathing heavy, but she was quick to sit up.
"You can rest," he told her, fighting to keep his eyes on her. "If you need to."
"Thank you," she breathed, as she stood on legs that felt like they were about to give. "I really should be getting to my own chambers, though."
He managed to wait until she had slipped her bodice over her head and gathered the rest of her clothing. As soon as the door closed behind her, he lunged forward, grabbing the princess by the waist and pulling her to him. A giggle escaped her lips and he froze, looking down at her in wonder. His eyes narrowed seconds later at the wicked grin that slowly spread across her lips. Slowly, she lifted her hand, the one she'd been stimulating herself with, and wrapped her lips around the tips of her middle and ring fingers. When she sucked them farther into her mouth and made a low sound of approval at their taste, he growled.
Her dress landed in a heap on his floor after he impatiently tugged it over her head. Those tantalizing black lace panties followed, and he was thrusting into her. So eager he was to be inside of her, that he didn't register the brief resistance until he was fully in. He froze above her, not one muscle moving.
"Why are you stopping?" she hissed, her eyes full of irritation.
"You're a virgin," he whispered, his own eyes wide as he stared down at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Was," she emphasized, "and only in the most technical sense."
"But," he paused, mind reeling. "Earlier. You seemed to know what you were doing."
"I did know what I was doing!" she snapped, her irritation growing. "Just because I've never been with a man does not mean I've never been in someone's bed!"
It took a full minute for the implications of that sentence to sink in. "Dear Goddess," he moaned, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
She made a rather enticing noise deep in her throat and wiggled her hips. That was all it took for him to place one hand on her hip, pushing her down into the bed as he slowly pulled out. As he set a steadily increasing pace, she reached up to tug the tie the held his pale blond hair in its signature low ponytail. Once his curls were free, she was quick to tangle her hands in them.
His mouth left hers to explore the soft skin of her neck. She let her head fall back, giving him better access. The hand that had been holding her down moved to slip her leg onto his shoulder. The sensation from the new angle pulled a stream of hurried Mercurian from her lips as she arched against him. That, combined with her fingernails lightly scratching his scalp, was almost enough to send him over the edge.
The speed and force of his thrusts increased until he was sure he had to be hurting her. She didn't complain. At least, it didn't sound like she was complaining, but he couldn't be sure. He didn't speak Mercurian. Her hands suddenly gripped his shoulders tight, her nails digging into him. She arched against him again, even as he felt her tightening around him. Then, at the peak of her orgasm, came the moment that brought about his own.
"Zoicite!"
She didn't scream, but hearing his name pass her lips in a breathless gasp was just as good. Maybe better, he decided as he collapsed beside her. They didn't move for a while, her reveling in the feel of her orgasm, him reveling in the feel of her.
Then he rolled over onto his side, his eyes lightening back to the green of new spring leaves. He draped an arm across her stomach and smirked. "Do I get to hear about the woman who taught you how to steal innocent hand maidens from lonely kings?"
She laughed, a sound not unlike the silver bells that rang around Yule season, and he knew that whatever had caused her frosty disposition toward him was no more. "I have not stolen anyone."
He snorted. "I highly doubt that after tonight I'm going to be able to coax Calena back into my bed unless you are with me."
There it was again. That wicked little grin that, had he been asked earlier that day, he would've sworn she wasn't capable of. "I suppose I'll just have to visit frequently then."
"Damn right you will," he growled before capturing her lips with his.
This time was slower, less frenzied. Multiple times he brought her to the edge, only to stop until she came back down. Until he didn't need to speak Mercurian to know what she was saying, the pleading tone in her voice telling him enough. That was his undoing, and he didn't stop until they both tumbled over the edge.
He managed to get the bed sheets over them before they drifted into the realm of Morpheus, arms and legs intertwined.
She was gone when he awoke in the morning.