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When Serenity woke the next morning, naked and tucked in, she was more than a little bewildered until she sat up and a black muscle shirt fluttered into her lap… at which point she was flaming red from her hairline to her breasts as the night before came back to her. "Dear sweet gods," she whimpered, "why did I let him do that!? Fuck that, WHY did I so readily agree with it!?" Her face immediately went to her pillow and she screamed into it loudly, not completely sure whether that scream was one of some sort of teenage excitement or if it was one of fury with herself.

That thought only made her blush harder and her blue eyes grew wide as she realized something very, very frightening. "Ohmygod… I like him," she whimpered incoherently into her pillow before she dared to draw his shirt to her face and breathe in his scent.

And her body's reaction to that wonderful, woodsy, male smell had her whimpering afresh. "Ok… I really, really like him," she squeaked. "A lot. But that… that's ok. Doesn't mean I have to act on it or anything right? I'm a queen, I've handled waaaay crazier shit than this, way more insane than being extremely attracted to… to the sexiest fucking man I've ever laid eyes on."

"Are you done babbling, Usa?" She asked herself after a huff. "Good. Now roll out of bed, get dressed, and do not sniff his shirt again like some sort of perverted windowlicker. And if he's out in the sitting room, you are not going to make heart-shaped eyes at him or act like anything's out of the ordinary. You're going to eat breakfast with him, avoid innuendos, and maintain a professional relationship with him. And then… you're going to call Mako and figure out what the fuck you need to do about this."

Once dressed and transformed into her more regal form, Serenity couldn't help but take one little whiff of his shirt before tucking it away under her pillow despite the warning bells going off in her head, telling her that such a thing was a bit creepy. But gods, it smelled so good! "Gods, that thing can't stay in my bed," she muttered, "or I'm going to wind up playing with myself every night just from that scent being so close to my nose."

The queen was utterly grateful to find that no one was in her sitting room, but she frowned to find breakfast gone and lunch in its place. "What the—" Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the clock and she blushed at the knowledge that she'd slept in past noon for the first time in centuries! "Ye gods, he must have really relaxed me… but I'll bet the full massage would have been even better," she mused naughtily. "Bad thoughts, Usa, badbadbad," she whispered as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I need some fresh air," she added with a groan, and she immediately exited her chambers and made her way down to the main kitchens to nick a few cookies.

Chocolate always made her think better, and when she walked in and found her daughter munching contentedly on a plate full of the same item she was seeking, Serenity mused that the apple didn't fall far from the royal tree. "Deep thoughts, daughter?"

Chibi-Usa's instant blush made the queen smile and she took a seat next to the princess and gave her a playful little nudge. "I know that look… are you thinking about boys, my dear?"

"Just one," the princess whispered shyly as she handed her mother a cookie.

"Trunks told me that Broly has a crush on you. I take it the feeling's mutual?" Serenity teased. Hell, her daughter was twenty-one in Lunarian years, so the queen decided not to be upset if Chibi-Usa confirmed something as innocent as a little crush. However, if the little prick had kissed her, she was going to have a very, very tough time reining in her anger. The princess was far too innocent to be engaging in anything like that, and Serenity still had yet to sum up the courage to even give her daughter 'the talk.'

"Momma… please don't be mad, but… Broly would like to court me. He um… he asked me to think it over, and then we were going to ask you about it if we agreed." The nerves written all over her aura— going straight through the queen's empathic powers—had Serenity sighing and ganking a second cookie, devouring it slowly before she dared to answer the request.

"You like him a lot?" She finally sighed, forcing herself to keep calm at the thought of a Saiyan courting her daughter. Broly was a good man, but the very idea of Saiyan courtship and all that that entailed… "Please tell me you haven't had sex with him—you do know what sex is at least, if not the details, right? Oh dear gods we're having 'the talk,'" Serenity whimpered when Chibi-Usa blushed… but nodded shyly. "How… just how far have you gone with him—and I know I probably don't want to know the answer to this, but…"

"He um… he kissed me!" Chibi-Usa squeaked nervously. "Please don't be mad, Momma! He gave me this wonderful Saiyan massage the other night after he showed me some sparring moves in the training room and I pulled a muscle, and in the middle of it he started kissing me and it felt so good and right that I couldn't bring myself to ask him to stop!" She babbled out rapidly, praying to her great-grandmother that the queen wouldn't freak out and bar her from ever seeing Broly again.

"He… he gave you a massage?" Serenity rasped out hoarsely, trying not to choke on the bite of cookie shoved in her mouth.

That was when her completely, utterly innocent little daughter nodded emphatically and sighed in utter contentment. "Momma, it was wonderful, I'd never felt anything like that before! I've slept like a rock every night since he started giving them to me! And I have to admit that I was a little nervous about stripping to my skin for it, but once he started massaging between my legs I—what's wrong, Momma? Are you alright? You look a little pale, should I call for the palace doctor?"

Serenity's brain was still stuttering on what she thought she'd just heard, but she managed to wave her daughter away and keep her from calling the physician. "No," she whimpered when her daughter started to talk again. "I love you but shut up while I drown in chocolate for a few minutes. Then, and only then, will I be able to discuss Broly and his little massages with you."

Her mother's tone and the way she was inhaling cookies while she simultaneously looked like she wanted to bang her forehead on something hard had Chibi-Usa paling and trembling slightly as a horrible suspicion dawned on her. "Momma," she whispered, "what Broly and I did… was… was that something bad?"

"No," Serenity choked out, finally giving into temptation to smack her forehead into the tabletop. "It wasn't bad, it was just… ohdeargods, please tell me we're not actually going to have the sex talk?"

Chibi-Usa's eyes couldn't have possibly gotten any wider at that and she swallowed hard. "That was SEX!?" She exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes at the very thought. "Ohmygodno I was gonna save myself for marriage!" She cried.

"Nonono, baby girl!" Serenity exclaimed, quickly hugging her daughter and flooding her with the soothing light of the ginzuishou. "That wasn't sex, I promise you—wait, I thought you said you knew what it was?"

"I thought it was when a man put his penis inside of a woman," the princess whispered shakily, only relaxing into the embrace when her mother gave a humorless little chuckle and a tiny nod to confirm it. "Thank the gods… so… what was it we did, Momma? It wasn't anything weird, was it?"

"No, baby girl, it was… natural," she finally responded after some thought and a brief temptation to tell her daughter to call her Aunt Minako. But no, this was her fault—sure, it was Lunarian tradition to never speak of sex with one's child until their wedding night, but even the queen had to admit that such a thing had clearly been the wrong choice with this particular child. "We should have had this talk years ago, Usa. Forgive me, ok?"

"So… you're not mad at me, Momma?" She asked hopefully.

"No… not at you, anyway. Broly, on the other hand… I'll deal with him later," she ground out. "I can't even process how I'm going to handle him right now, so let's just talk about what happened the other night and what it means, ok?" A little nod from her daughter and the curiosity in her blue eyes made Serenity smile, and she offered her a cookie before taking one for herself and beginning a very long, embarrassing discussion about the birds and the bees.

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"Oh my," Chibi-Usa finally whispered. "So Broly and I… we were very, very close to…"

"Yes, honey," Serenity replied gently. "But like I said, it's natural, so it's nothing to be overly embarrassed about. I'm just ecstatic that he didn't go all the way and that he didn't hurt you somehow."

For the millionth time, the princess vigorously shook her head and her eyes grew hard and defensive. "He never hurt me, Mother, I swear it! I'm sure his beast was in control the entire time, judging by his eyes and the way his tail was moving, but he never once hurt me… so please don't hurt him, Momma," she added softly. "I'm more than annoyed with him about not telling me that the massages were sexual, but… I think I'm falling in love with him," she confessed.

"Damn it." Serenity had been afraid of such a thing, but she knew that it could hardly be helped. If she'd informed her little girl about the things men and women did in the dark, then this would have never happened. "I won't hurt him… but I am going to give the young man—powerful Saiyan warrior or not—a stern talking to about how to behave himself with my baby." However, everyone knew that Broly's beast was more than a bit unstable, so perhaps she would hold off on that talk until after she'd consulted Trunks. Yes, Trunks would know what to do…

That thought made her frown. Trunks had to have known about this since he was Broly's commanding officer, and that prick hadn't even come to her and said a word about it! "I need to track down a certain prince, my dear," she ground out. "Do me a favor and stay away from Broly until I can have a few words with Trunks and decide how to handle this, alright? And I'm not mad at you," she reiterated when Chibi-Usa seemed sad.

"Momma, if Broly asks you, will you let him court me?"

Well, at least they wouldn't be sneaking behind her back if she said yes. "I'm upset with him, not you. But yes, Usa, I'll allow him to court you if he asks me. I just request that you stay away from him for the day and let me speak with Trunks, first."

Relieved, the princess could only nod and smile. "Yes, Momma."

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Coming out of the training room after a long day of trying to get his beast under control, the sight of her in an icy fit of rage had Trunks caught between a feeling of longing and wondering if he needed to call someone for backup. "Majesty?" He asked carefully.

It was then that she stalked up to him, silver eyes blazing, and she pinned him to the wall with her hand at his throat. "I swear by all that is holy… if you knew about this…!"

"Knew about what!?"

"Broly," she growled, sounding extremely Saiyan, "has been giving my daughter..." She swallowed hard, fighting down the images coming into her head. "Saiyan massages."

Trunks relaxed a little at that and sighed. "Seriously? You're mad about a massage?" He snorted.

"Trunks… he's giving her the full body massages that you mentioned last night! The sexual ones! I'm not sure what's worse," she added when Trunks went white as a sheet, "the fact that he's been getting my daughter off nightly, or the fact that his beast likely thinks it's already courting her!" Serenity snapped loudly. "And he didn't ask me first! I swear to the gods—you kids and your stupid fucking hormones! Do any of you think with your brains and not your privates!?"

"Um… I'm not a kid," Trunks reminded her. "And while I knew Broly was interested, I didn't think he'd actually put the moves on Chibi-Usa… or I would have definitely warned you in advance."

"You're what? Thirty? That's still a kid in my book." Serenity released him then and scowled at his nonchalant shrug. "Tell me the Saiyan protocol regarding Broly and my daughter," she ordered flatly.

Rubbing at his throat, Trunks nodded and gestured towards the royal chambers, and only spoke once he had her in her sitting room and comfortably settled on a small couch. Damn it, he'd been avoiding her all day with the intention of keeping her scent out of his nose, but now his beast was climbing the walls again and inwardly purring and growling as it bombarded him with mental images of her naked and eager to feel him inside of her.

"First, I'm getting you a stiff drink and you're going to relax, Usagi," he stated as he got the beast under control. "Ah!" He said quickly when she protested. "You do this my way or you can call my father and ask him what to expect. That ought to be a fun conversation, punctuated with his snarky comments and his sarcastic laughter… and fair warning, if you pin me to the wall again –queen or no queen—I'm going to return the favor."

Does he mean violently or sexually? Serenity wondered with a little shiver as she tried to find her voice, surprised by how the mere thought of the latter of the two had her feeling a little achy between her thighs. "Um, uh… my apologies for that, I lost my temper," she managed as she took a deep breath and tried to relax on the two person love seat near the wet bar she usually only used for guests. She took the glass he offered her when he returned and sat beside her, and grimaced when she swallowed the liquor. "I think I needed that, thank you."

"You're welcome," Trunks replied gently, allowing his beast to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "Now, if Broly's beast is courting her, it'd be best just to let things take their course naturally. Obviously, Chibi-Usa likes him a great deal and it would be cruel to separate them. Possibly dangerous, considering that Broly's inner beast isn't exactly… stable."

"I still don't fully understand the inner beast thing," she sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "I know I've humored Raditz's before, and yours yesterday, but it just seems like an excuse you Saiyans use to try and fuck anything that moves."

Trunks frowned at that and regarded her seriously. "Trust me, Serenity, I've fucked plenty of women, but not once has my beast reacted to one of them." Just to you, he added silently, and I'm still trying to figure that one out. "And no Saiyan would just claim that his beast is in control when it isn't. We just don't do that. It's—it's as dishonorable as breaking an oath made on your tail!"

"Oh… sorry. I meant no disrespect, Prince Trunks. So… Broly's beast reacted to my daughter?"

"Yes. And apparently he couldn't keep it in check as long as he thought he could. He felt the pull for her, too. Combined with his beast being incensed by just her scent, it's a volatile combination. But don't worry, he won't take her unless she gives him permission. Until then, you'll just have to come to terms with them making out… a lot."

"That's comforting," Serenity managed dryly. "Pour me another one, please," she said as she held out her empty glass and shifted back into her normal, blonde form. "Gods… I could kill him right now. And if Chibi-Usa wasn't twenty-one, I would kill him." Once her refreshed glass was in her hands, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, oblivious to the way Trunks was eyeing her lightly-tanned skin and her golden hair with desire. "Explain the pull."

"Oh, that's easy," he said as he took a seat and turned her head towards his gently. "Open your eyes. Ok, now make eye contact with me. Sustained eye contact, not just a glance." The moment those crystal blues locked to his own and a full second had passed, Trunks jumped and fell off the couch. "Fuck… oh, you've gotta be shitting me, seriously!?" He shouted at the ceiling. Well, an awful lot suddenly makes sense, now.

Serenity licked her lips nervously, her hand rising to just below her fluttering heart, where she'd felt the strangest tugging sensation in her life. It was almost as if she'd been carrying Chibi-Usa again and she'd kicked her mother in the ribs. "Trunks?" She asked worriedly, her voice coming out in the barest whisper. "What just happened…?"

"The pull," he whimpered like a lost puppy. Then he sat up abruptly and cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his eyes again. And there it was, that insistent tugging just below his sternum, setting his beast to rattling its cage as it howled for its mate. "Fuck," he whispered as he closed his eyes and forcefully shoved his beast back down. "Ok… we're going to deal with this calmly, like grown, mature adults."

Still a little shell-shocked, Serenity could only nod numbly and just sagged into the couch when he poured them both another drink and he plopped down beside her, sitting flush against her body instead of a couple inches apart as he'd done before. "Does my scent…?" She finally asked, her voice holding only a touch of surprise. So much of yesterday makes sense, now… I wonder if he even suspected that this might happen.

"My beast gets retarded for a lot of scents and I've learned to control it over the years," Trunks stated bluntly. "Yours, though… yes. It's been clawing at the cage for a couple days. And it's not just the fact that you're in heat," he admitted with a touch of embarrassment.

"But… I'm an old lady," Serenity suddenly blurted out, immediately blushing as she heard her own confused voice.

Trunks chuckled darkly and shook his head. "You're young and beautiful and…" He fished for something deep and profound, but his beast was practically roaring and keeping him from thinking straight. "Very, very beautiful," he finished lamely. "And apparently my beast doesn't care about the age gap, what with the way he's going guano in my head. What are you in Lunarian years, anyway? Maybe forty?" When she just shrugged and drained her glass, he realized that his fingertips were idly stroking her bare arm, but since she wasn't protesting against it, he didn't stop his beast. "Ok, so you're barely ten years older than me, since I'm thirty-one. Trust me, you're not old, Usa—er, Sere. Serenity. Majesty. Sorry," he groaned as he shoved his beastie back down into its cage and hammered said cage shut with lots of mental nails.

"Usa's still okay in private," she whispered shyly, feeling relaxed and a little aroused by all the liquor. And of course, the way he was holding her and running his fingertips lightly up and down her arm had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all… even though she wasn't actually drunk and only mildly tipsy. "So… if we're handling this like mature adults, what do we do?"

"We don't have many choices. I can leave and go far, far away…" Trunks picked his lips as he thought of the alternative. "…or I can take you into your bedroom and make love to you. Your pick."

"But Broly and Chibi-Usa were just making out and—um, uh… I didn't mean to suggest that we should—" Serenity just shrugged and sighed. "What do we do?" She whispered desperately into her hands.

Sensing that she was close to having some sort of nervous breakdown, Trunks sighed and pulled her tightly into his arms, hushing her gently. "Relax, angel," he managed, his voice sounding strangled. Holding her like that was only fraying the leash and popping nails out of the cage, and Trunks was at a loss; he'd never had this much trouble fighting down his beast, ever! "My beast… I'm a little too old for appropriate courtship, but if you want, I can try." Yeah, for all of maybe thirty minutes, he groaned to himself. "I can't make any promises, though. Once it breaks loose, it's going to do everything it can to seduce the shit out of you and claim you properly. For now, basic contact—holding you, petting you, and being petted a little in return—will help to keep him tethered."

When she just nodded slightly into his armor, Trunks couldn't help but let out a soft purr that he'd never heard before. The pattern was gentle and reassuring, and he knew instinctively that his beast was doing its best to comfort and relax its mate. "Look at me, Usa," he whispered down at her, and when she raised her head a little, Trunks dared to capture her lips with his own, his purr hitching and gaining in volume just from the taste of her. And when he finally pulled back, he found her beet red, her blue eyes glittering with tears. "If that makes you blush, I'd hate to see how pink you get when I taste more than your lips," he chuckled.

"But… but I'm old," she protested once more. "I haven't even been with a man in over three hundred years, not since well before Endymion passed away. Hell, I don't even think I remember how to have sex," she added with a little hiccup.

"Oh, well that I can take care of," Trunks assured her as he nuzzled her throat and began to lightly stroke her hair and her back. "Just relax," he added when she stiffened in his arms. "Just petting for now… unless you'd rather get the inevitable out of the way."

It was when she felt his lips ghosting up and down her throat that she let out a moan and began to tremble slightly; damn it, she was the queen, she could do whatever she wanted, right? And if having a night of mind-blowing sex with a Saiyan prince was too much to ask, then why in the hell had she ever bothered with the responsibility of caring for her people? Surely, her happiness mattered, too, right? Ok, fine. It wouldn't be just one night; she couldn't lie to herself about that. "One day at a time?" She whimpered when he cupped her breast through the silk of her gown and thumbed the hardening nipple.

"I'm already losing control, angel… so if that's your version of permission..." Trunks's tone held a hint of warning, clearly telling her not to mess with his beast; one wrong slip and he'd be taking her and marking her as his.

"I… I don't know," she admitted breathlessly. "I really don't know what I'm doing…"

Trunks stopped at that and regarded her seriously. "You were married to Endymion for fifteen hundred years."

"You know it wasn't a happy marriage," she whispered, her eyes growing sad. "And… and we only… we weren't intimate very often," she admitted. "So… I'm not wholly sure what I should do or not do."

"Just enjoy me this first time, Usa," Trunks purred before dipping his face to nip at her lower lip. "Gods, you taste so fucking good," he growled, his purr stuttering as he realized he'd never once growled or snarled for another female, just as he'd never purred. Damn it, his beast was really starting to come out! "Give me a yes or a no," he groaned, jerking her up into his lap, shoving her skirt up to her hips so she could straddle him. He was nibbling and sucking at her neck then, moving to her shoulder as he bunched his fist in her hair and rocked the erection straining at his pants up into her core. "I'm losing control, Usagi… tell me to stop if you don't want this."

Her mind was still unsure, but her body was practically singing in reaction to his attentions, burning up in a way she'd never experienced with Endymion. Hell, she'd only had a handful of orgasms while she'd been married to him, and truth be told, she'd given herself half of them. And they really hadn't been that much to speak of. But this… this level of arousal held the promise of pleasure she'd never felt before and a climax that would likely be what her sisters had raved about whenever they'd discussed men in private.

She might not have wanted a commitment right then and there, but she definitely, definitely wanted to know that pleasure. "Don't stop," she gasped when he latched onto a nipple through the silk, the sucking motion of his lips making her eyes roll back as her panties grew damp in reaction.

His beast growling in approval at the sound of her surrender, Trunks lifted her smoothly, relishing the feeling of her legs wrapping around his waist, his lips locking to hers as he carried her into her private chambers and tipped her onto the bed. He stopped when she froze, though, and lifted a single lavender eyebrow. "What?"

"Aren't… aren't you going to turn out the lights?" She whispered shyly.

"Fuck no. I want to watch you come," Trunks replied as he tugged down the bodice of her strapless gown—only to be stopped by her hands gripping his. "What, angel? You said not to stop."

"But… you'll see me," she whispered heatedly, her cheeks burning red. "And, well… I might look twenty-two, but I've had a baby and I've gotten soft from not fighting and—"

Trunks silenced her by holding a finger to her lips. "My mate would never be anything less than perfect in my eyes, Usagi. Didn't you ever make love with the lights on when you were married?" A quick, nervous shake of her head had him sighing in understanding, but it didn't stop his hands from sliding down her bodice to expose her.

He saw what he'd felt the night before when he'd massaged her hips and abs; just a little fat around the middle—perfect for carrying and bearing his children—graced with the very faint scars caused by the princess's time inside of the queen, coupled with a pair of firm, deliciously edible-looking breasts. It all had his beast downright drooling with desire. "Perfect," he whispered.

The queen could only whimper at the lust in his eyes when he slid down to bare her completely, his tongue dipping into her belly button as he continued to tug at the silk and finally got it over her hips and on the floor, leaving her in only her panties and thigh highs. Her lower body jerked when he suddenly pressed his tongue into the damp lace and briefly massaged her clit, and a low moan erupted from her throat when he stopped. "Trunks…"

The breathless sound of his name on her lips had him purring loudly and he began to struggle with his armor, wanting nothing more than to feel the sensation of his bare flesh sliding and pressing against hers, but the clasps were troublesome and he finally broke down and asked for her help.

Dazed from the scent of his swishing tail, Serenity could only look up at him in confusion. Something about clothes… but hers were gone… "Huh?"

"Help me with my armor," he purred, "and then I'm going to make you scream my name," he promised softly.

That got her moving—albeit slowly—and Serenity blushed as she undid the clasps at his shoulders and he threw the armor and his cape onto the floor, leaving him in only his dress fatigues and the tank top that was standard issue for the Saiyan army. The shirt was discarded just as rapidly, and when he yanked her into his arms and kissed her again they both moaned loudly at the feeling of their bare flesh making contact.

The chest she'd been dying to explore with her fingers was finally all hers, and Serenity was already caressing every ripple and dip in his abs as he deepened the kiss and parted her lips with his tongue. And then she was moaning and rocking into him when he suddenly thrust up against her underwear, his straining cock bumping her clit and making her lose control of her trembling hands. "Trunks…"

The sound of his name coming out of her mouth was rewarded with another thrust, followed by a slow grinding, and Serenity clutched at him, unable to do anything else when he kissed her harder, his tongue mimicking the motions of his hips. And then he was sliding down again, taking her panties with him, but she could only manage a fleeting thought for her nudity when he suddenly parted her folds and got right to business, licking up the proof of her desire. "Trunks!" She shouted, bunching her hands in his long hair, her hips rising to meet his sinfully skilled mouth. "Ohdeargods, what are you doing!?"

Obviously, her king had never once done this for her, and Trunks was equally disgusted by Endymion—even though he'd never met the man—and thrilled at the idea of being her first in an awful lot of sexual experiences. "I'm eating the best damned pie I've ever tasted," he replied with a smug little purr. "And don't come just yet," he whispered, "I want to feel your first orgasm, angel."

"Feel…?" She squeaked out, followed by another soft cry of his name when he pursed his lips and he… sucked. "Trunks—!" Holy shit! Mako and Mina had told her about this sort of thing, but their stories could have never prepared her for this level of pleasure! "Trunks, Trunks—I'm—I'm going to—"

He immediately stopped and gave her a sexy little smile as he looked up from between her thighs. "So soon? Damn, I must be getting much better at this than I thought… are you sure you can't hold back any longer? Because I'd love to continue."

"You… you like to…?" She couldn't finish the question, and turned bright red when he gave her a nod and a single, slow lick, making her tremble and teeter on the edge of oblivion. "Don't… don't do that unless…"

"Damn, you really do taste divine," he rumbled softly, lowering his mouth to lap at the juices coating her inner thighs. "Hm… doesn't mean I can't continue afterwards, though…"

"Afterwards…?" She repeated nervously, followed by an alarmed squeak when he moved with Saiyan speed and was suddenly pinning her down, his mouth now exploring her breasts. Trunks didn't answer, and Serenity found herself sagging into the attention as he nibbled and sucked, her hips moving into his as her legs wrapped around his waist and her body ached for more of his mouth between her thighs. "Trunks, please…"

He stopped and kissed her once, then regarded her seriously as he released her hands and lowered his own to the buttons of his pants. "You ready to come for me, beautiful? Gods, you sure smell ready," he growled softly. "Best fucking thing I've ever smelled in my life."

His hands seemed to move in slow motion to Serenity, and she found herself licking her lips in anticipation as he freed the first button… then the second… and finally the third. And then he was slowly peeling down the cloth, exposing a fluff of trimmed lavender curls, smirking down at her as he turned something as simple as removing his fatigues into some kind of sexy game. "Don't tease me," she whispered up at him. "Please don't, not… not this time."

It had been so long since she'd been with a man that Trunks's smirk became a gentle smile and he bent down to kiss her softly. "You're right, r'sha. Anything you want tonight, I promise. Do you want me to make you come with my mouth, first? Or do you want me to do what I'd planned on doing?"

"Either, just please don't tease me," she breathed against his lips. "I haven't come in… a long, long time. A couple centuries, at least."

Feeling guilty upon hearing her admission, Trunks kissed her once more before sliding his pants over his hips, unable to contain another smirk when she looked at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Don't worry, I made sure that you're wet enough," he assured her. "And I'll go slow… as slow as you need, angel."

Serenity was shaking slightly when he lowered himself onto his elbows and she felt him pressing his entry, her sex stretching around the head of his cock as he pushed forward a little and breached her.

A little whimper met his ears then and he stopped, opening his eyes to study her in concern. "Usa, sweetheart… relax. Don't be scared."

"I'm not," she whispered, her voice quivering like the rest of her. "Just… just been so long that I… I'm really, really nervous," she confessed. "Ok fine," she amended, "I'm terrified. Of… of what this means."

"Usa, you're overthinking this. Stop thinking, period." Trunks pushed forward a little, giving her a couple more thick, hot inches of him, his eyes slipping half-shut in ecstasy. Never had a woman felt this good, this perfect, this right. "So right," he whispered to himself. "Don't think," he repeated, "just feel, r'sha. Feel what I'm offering you and know that it's right."

With a gasp, Serenity lifted her hips in permission, taking a little more of him, but the trembling in her hands didn't cease as she wrapped them around his back and tugged him down to her. Gods, he was so warm… "Don't stop," she breathed when he began to slowly move, gradually filling her a bit more with every flex of his narrow hips. "Oh my… mmm… Trunks…"

"Feel good, angel?" Trunks purred, silently willing his beast to calm down and let him love her gently on this first of what would be many, many nights of lovemaking. He wasn't claiming her body a handful of times over fifteen hundred years, oh no… his mate would know pleasure every night that she wasn't bleeding or ill, he would make sure of it.

"Please," she whimpered, "please, Trunks… all of you, please," she begged desperately.

"I'm not teasing you, Usa, I'm just trying not to hurt you," he promised her. "Here," he groaned as he gripped her hips and pushed forward, working past all of her tightness until he'd slid home. "That's all of me, angel… I'm sure you're glad there's not anymore," he added with an attempt at a chuckle while he tried his best not to start thrusting inside of her urgently. Gods, she felt so good!

"You ain't no joke," she whimpered, glad that he was holding still in order for her to adjust to his size. It felt amazing, but at the same time there was a twinge of pain deep inside of her as she felt him throbbing for release. She could feel it through her empathic powers, too, how he was fighting the burning need to move and seek his own orgasm, how he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into the gentle swell of her shoulder. "I… I don't mind the bite," she said softly. "If… if that's what you need…"

"No, Usagi, this about what you need," Trunks said firmly, daring to slide out of her halfway and then thrust back into her gently. The way her eyes rolled back and she flexed around him told him all he needed to know, and he immediately set up a slow, careful rhythm as he ignored the ache and the tingle in his spine that signaled he was close to climax. "Not yet," he breathed to himself. "Not yet…"

"It's ok, Trunks," she whispered, unable to hide the hint of disappointment in her voice. She'd hoped he'd be different than Endymion, but maybe all men… or maybe he just needed to get the first one out of the way and he'd be ready to go again? Makoto had said that the man had the stamina of a thoroughbred. "I… I don't mind if…"

"No," he growled, "not until you've had yours. I don't care how good you fucking feel, I'm not coming before you have… at least twice." He nipped at her lower lip playfully then and gave her a sexy smile. "So come for me, damn it."

With a little nod, she kissed him almost timidly, her hands still trembling nervously. But he was erasing her nerves with every slow, powerful stroke deep inside of her, and when he lifted her hips a bit and growled her name into her shoulder, she whimpered and clutched at his back. "Right there," she gasped with a hitch in the back of her throat. "Trunks—!"

"Mmm… that's right, angel," Trunks coaxed, daring to thrust just a little harder as he felt her beginning to tighten around him. "You feel so good, Usa… so fucking right…"

She exploded before she even knew it was happening and she soared for what seemed like an hour as she bit down hard on her lower lip, letting out a strangled, muffled yell of pleasure, her nails digging furrows into his lower back. And when she came down she was panting for air, whimpering helplessly while he rode her through the aftershocks and she kissed him senseless. "Trunks… that was… mmm… Sweet Selene… so good…"

"Good," he purred softly, flicking his tongue over the bead of blood on her lower lip from where she'd bitten down, his beast sighing happily at the taste and the sound of how pleased his mate was. Damn it, he was utterly smitten with this woman, and he knew he'd be reeling over that fact once they'd finished satisfying each other for the evening. "Now… for number two."

"Gods, I don't think I could even—holy! Trunks!" She yelped. He'd moved with his Saiyan speed, withdrawing from her body and moving to rest between her thighs, and he was alternately licking and sucking at her clit before she'd even yelled his name. "Trunks—I'm—I'm—!" And then he was purring hard and the vibration had her bucking up into his eager mouth, moaning deliriously from the tsunami of pleasure coursing through her less than a minute after she'd had her first.

Wearing quite the pleased expression, Trunks entered her lazily once more, marveling at how tight she was while he continued to purr hard and handed his beast the reins. "My turn?" He asked in a lover's whisper, bending his head to nip at her shoulder.

"After that… I don't care how many times you come," she answered with a slur that was more from the effects of her last climax than it was from the alcohol. "Two in one night… I didn't think it was possible."

"Two in one minute," Trunks chuckled. "Don't sell me short, r'sha…" He groaned softly as she flexed around him and she let out a beautiful little whimper that was music to his ears. So he moved deeper, lifting her hips again to hit that sweet spot once more. "…two in one minute… about to be three… come with me, Usa…"

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Outside the queen's sitting room, Naru's eyes were growing wider and wider with every soft moan and cry of pleasure that her queen uttered, and she immediately gave Umino a helpless look when he arrived to check on Serenity as well. Her Majesty was due at a dinner party, but… apparently she wasn't going to make it. "Um… I think Usa-chan's taken a lover?" The redhead managed in a strangled, disbelieving voice.

Umino grinned and waggled his eyebrows at his wife as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Well, best not interrupt them, my love! We'll tell Prince Trunks that he needs to fill in for the queen and no one will be the wiser!"

"Good thinking," Naru sighed. "You always have the smartest ideas, Umi-kun." Wrapping an arm around his waist as they headed to the guest suites, they both chuckled and remarked on how it was about time that the queen had found love again, but that quickly changed into silent shock when Trunks was nowhere to be found. "Any bright ideas?"

Umino frowned and slowly shook his head, but then his lips spread wide in a happy, mischievous grin. "Wait… you don't think…?"

"No! No! Oh dear gods, no, Umino! Trunks is like, a baby compared to us all!"

More than happy to don his nerd hat, Umino waggled a finger at her. "Actually, Saiyans reach full mental maturity at twenty-five and breeding age at fifteen. What takes a while to catch up is their hormonal tendencies to copulate with everything. So if you think about it, he's a perfect match for our queen. Especially since she's been hard up for a few centuries. Usa-chan could definitely use a few sweaty all-nighters after such a dry spell," he added thoughtfully, only to be whacked in the head by his wife.

"Hentai!" She shouted. "Don't think such things about our Usa!"

"I was just stating a hypothesis!" Umino countered. "Concentrate on what we're going to do about both of them being absent!" When Naru just shook her head and sighed, Umino grinned again. "I have a wicked idea, my dearest!"

"Oh gods, no… dare I ask?" She whispered hesitantly.

"I'm not one to gossip, but…"

Yeah right, Naru mentally snorted.

"I wonder if Haruka's seen Trunks anywhere lately…?" Umino asked, his face suddenly deadpan straight. "After all… we can't seem to find him or the queen anywhere at all and we're starting to get awfully worried…"

Naru burst into giggles and kissed him roughly before dragging him towards their room. "Nothing so serious-sounding, but this is going to be fun! I can't wait to see the look on their faces when Haruka shows up tomorrow!"

Ok, fine, it's gonna be a four-shot deal! :D And now off to work on Convalescence and History, mwuhuhahahaha! Oh yeah, and Blind Love. I think I owe yall some smut on that story…