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"This is the temple to Cha. It's fuller when it's closer to the full moon, but since it's mostly empty that means that you can take your time to look around without wanting to be polite and move out of the way for others to worship or pray," Paragus explained, leading Usagi towards the altar. "Though to be honest, your resemblance to her is so striking that they likely wouldn't dare say a word to you out of fear of angering the goddess," he added with a chuckle, waving her forward when she stopped a few feet away, a respectful distance from the altar and the statue. "Go on, we Saiyans like to get up close and personal with our gods. There's no taboo about touching the altar or going behind it."

"Are you sure?" Usagi asked carefully as she absently touched the crescent moon on her forehead while she studied a relief carved into stone depicting the different phases of the moon, topped by a beautiful, tall woman with incredibly long, golden hair. "I wouldn't want to offend your goddess since I'm descended from one."

"So there's truth in that tale?" King Vegeta rumbled thoughtfully. "Your grandmother was really a goddess?"

"Mmhmm," the princess confirmed as she dared to go around the altar to gaze up at a statue of the same woman that had been in the relief. She was beautiful; Saiyans didn't have much interest in the arts, but whoever had carved this statue had an eye for detail and had created a real masterpiece. "My grandmother was the goddess Selene, and her power was passed down through the ginzuishou when she decided to ascend to the stars, leaving my mother as the new moon goddess."

"You have the crystal, though," Vegeta pointed out. "Doesn't that make you the goddess?"

"Yes and no," she replied without thought as she studied the statue, tempted to touch Cha's hair to find out if it would feel real. It certainly looked real, as did her face—Usagi honestly wouldn't have been surprised to see Cha open her eyes to inform the princess that staring was rude. "I haven't accepted the mantle of the moon goddess and I never will since I'm not on Earth's moon. I'm a goddess, yes, but… not the moon goddess. It's complicated. That and the power of the ginzuishou is also a complicated thing; to take it all would have been to kill my mother and I was certainly not going to do that, so I wished on the crystal the night before I came here, and I begged it to fix everything."

"But it didn't," Paragus rumbled.

"I don't know… maybe it did," Usagi ventured softly. "I'm still deciding whether or not my wish worked. It didn't eradicate the Saiyan army, it didn't erect a force field around our galaxy as I'd hoped, and it didn't even give me half of its power as I thought it might. Instead… it created a second ginzuishou. My mother and I each have one now, both of them equally powerful."

"I'd wondered what had happened," Vegeta admitted softly. "When you arrived here, you felt just as powerful as your mother, but I knew there was no way that could be possible unless she was dead."

Reminded by her arrival on the planet, Usagi grimaced and turned slightly towards the king, curtsying deeply even when Broly told her through the bond that what she was about to say wasn't necessary. "Your Majesty, I would like to apologize for the offense I caused when I first came here. I didn't know what I was saying, but it was still an inexcusable accusation."

"You were terrified," Kio chimed in with his usual rage for anything and everything—except for Usagi, who had become the calm center of his storm whenever he was riled—his eyes glittering towards the king as he silently dared him to offend his mate. But then he felt Usagi's very real, practically tangible annoyance towards him and that cooled his ire, even if only a little bit, wilting slightly when she folded her arms over her chest and waited for him to speak. Waited for him to dig his own hole, was more like it; he could hear her telling him through the bond to be nice, even though Kio didn't do nice… but for her, he could try. "I know what you felt, r'sha. The king's a dick." For him, that was nice.

"And you're one to talk?" She shot back casually, lifting an incredulous golden eyebrow while everyone observing the conversation cringed and waited for the explosion of unstable Legendary beastie. "I hardly think you've got room to call anyone a dick, Kio," she added with a tiny wry smile.

"I stand corrected, my mate," he chuckled before retreating, his anger evaporating into pleased amusement because she'd actually stood up to him without a hint of fear.

"Yeah, I've got you dead to rights, Kio. Now behave," Usagi ordered nonchalantly before turning her attention back to Vegeta, who was staring at her in quiet awe. "As I was saying, I apologize for my behavior, King Vegeta. As Kio pointed out, I was terrified, but if I'd known what a heavy insult I was throwing around, I wouldn't have said it. I didn't realize that even an unstable warrior is incapable of such an atrocity."

"There're some that are capable of it," Raditz informed her, "but they don't survive long after the fact." He smiled then, the only one in the temple that wasn't stunned by Kio's automatic deference to her, and gestured towards the statue. "If you'd humor me, Highness?" When Usagi shrugged, he came closer and guided her closer to the likeness of Cha and nodded towards their goddess. "Touch her."

Apparently Raditz was the only one that expected the sudden glow that emanated from both Usagi and the idol, but Paragus was the quickest to recover and hurried forward, putting himself between her and several priests that had previously been standing back and far out of the way. Now they were approaching Usagi with identical expressions of surprised awe and beatific glee, putting Broly on edge, his growl emanating warningly throughout the room.

Anyone that touched his mate was going to die, without question.

"I don't think it would be wise to come any closer," he advised them gently, gesturing to Usagi that everything was alright when she looked at him with wide, fearful eyes and leaned into Broly when he embraced her, unaware of how she only glowed even brighter when he made contact with her.

"But… but she's the goddess's daughter made flesh!" One of them exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

"Cha!"

"She's Cha's child!"

"And your son, Paragus! Look… I mean, just look at him!"

The king's advisor turned then but found himself even less surprised by his son's appearance than his new daughter's—Broly was glowing as well, but the light was dark, rising from him like black flames in a stark contrast to his mate's ethereal silver glow. "Dra," he whispered. "I was right… all these years, I was right. My son… Broly… you're a true child of Dra," Paragus added gently as he approached them both, marveling at the power he could feel playing through his fingertips when he touched the light.

While he was glad that his father had finally confirmed the reason for why he and his beast were split so badly and constantly at odds, Broly could only shrug, concerned for the fear he could feel coming from his mate. "No one will touch you, Usa," he assured her softly, nuzzling her mark when she relaxed into him like it was the most natural thing in the world, her total trust in him to protect her rolling through the half-bond. "You'll come no closer," he added towards the priests, his voice taking on its usual dangerous monotone. "My mate's afraid of you."

"Goddess," one of them assured her quietly, "we mean you absolutely no harm. We're only surprised and blessed to be in your presence and wish to pay homage to you properly."

"I'll be the only one here that pays homage to my mate," Broly snorted in annoyance. "Back off unless you'd like to pay homage to your gods in person."

"Broly," Usagi whispered sharply as she felt his anger building through the bond, knowing that he regarded them as a threat to her for some unknowable reason. "Broly, I'm a little scared, yes, but they won't hurt me, right? There's no need to threaten them."

"He's afraid that that they'll try and take you from him," Raditz murmured from beside her, knowing Broly and his reactions better than anyone else in the room, including the Legendary's father.

"We would never separate Divine Mates," the high priest sputtered. "We only wished to offer Cha's daughter food and drink and to answer any questions that she might have… and to ask some of our own, of course. If that's alright with her and Broly."

"Well, I do have a lot of questions," Usagi admitted as she looked up at Broly, giving him a gentle smile and awkwardly sending a wave of comfort to him through the bond, still unused to accessing it to communicate with him. "And while I'm sure that you, the king, and Poppa would be more than happy to answer them, I think that my inquiries would be best explained by the men that have dedicated their lives to the answers? Please?"

The priests were beside themselves with elation by her request, but they had the common sense not to get overly hopeful when Broly cast a dark, threatening look in their direction, his eyes flecked with green as he stared them down. "I suppose that we could take our lunch here, r'sha," he said slowly, once he was positive that the priests of Cha wouldn't try anything stupid.

At least Kio was sufficiently entertained by the way they instantly scurried to put together a meal worthy of the gods, ushering them over with many bows and 'pleases' and 'thank you's' that weren't necessary in the least. He took a seat though, staying quiet when Usagi urged him to be nice, gracing him with a genuine smile meant only for him and Broly when he obeyed and just sat and nuzzled her shoulder once before settling in.

"I didn't mean to raise such a fuss," Usagi murmured shyly once the food was served and Broly dug in, while she sat there wide-eyed under the priests' watchful gazes. "I only came to the temple because Poppa and the king promised to tell me the story of Dra and Cha and explain to me their suspicions about Broly and me."

"Broly's never believed in the gods," the priest reminded her, "but we've suspected for years that he's a son of Dra, due to his constant conflict with his beast. Dra is our sun god, Your Highness, and as you know, Cha is our moon goddess. But it wasn't always that way. Before our people were borne of the gods, there were two sun gods. Sh and Ta. And they were always battling each other even though they were siblings and stuck with each other for eternity."

"But why?" Usagi asked sadly. "My sisters and I never fight like that. Siblings shouldn't."

"Because the goddess Sh and the god Ta were both infatuated with the moon goddess," the high priest answered softly. "Sh was the goddess of life and Ta was the god of death, and they both vied for her favor whenever they crossed paths with her during an eclipse. Then one day there was an eclipse of the moon by both suns, and overcome with jealousy, they attacked each other as usual. Only this time it was in Cha's presence. Unwilling to watch them fight each other, Cha threw herself between them and was impaled upon their fiery swords."

"But… but that's horrible!" Usa exclaimed, tears filling her eyes. "They killed her?"

"Yes, goddess. And since they'd spent most of their powers during their weeks-long battle, neither of them could revive her, not even the goddess of life. So they put aside their differences in favor of their love for Cha and joined, becoming one entity forever—Dra—and revived Cha with their combined power. Cha knew them instantly even though they were now one god, and she was so touched by their devotion that she mated with Dra. From their union the Saiyan race was born," he continued, smiling gently as he watched Broly wipe at Usagi's tears and kiss her lips. "And every once in a while, a true child of Dra is born. A child of Cha follows, and they always eventually mate. The last pair lived over a thousand years ago."

"What were they like?" Usagi asked curiously. "Were they like us?"

"The daughter of Cha was a foreigner, like you. Daughters of Cha almost always are, since Cha herself wasn't a warrior like our sun god. And the son of Dra was plagued by an unstable beast that always fought him, just like Broly… only the last son of Dra wasn't anywhere near Broly's power level."

"I'm not a son of Dra," Kio finally huffed, breaking through to express his annoyance. "We've been through this a million times, old man, so stop trying to fill my mate's head with fucking stories."

"I like stories," Usagi replied, her tone slightly cold as she elbowed him. "If you don't want to hear it, then you can go home and I'll stay and listen. That's what I thought," she finished when Kio retreated grumpily and Broly visibly relaxed in his seat, going back to his meal.

"Cha was never afraid of her mate, either," one of the younger priests chimed in. "And Dra always deferred to her whenever she put her foot down."

"Your Highness, if I might ask a personal question?" The high priest ventured carefully, waiting for her nod before continuing. "I know of no way to put it delicately, but… when you two mate, do Kio and Broly become whole?"

Blushing hotly, Usagi turned her attention to her food, but when Broly growled at the feeling of her embarrassment through the bond, she stopped him from getting out of his chair. "No, Broly. It's ok… I'm just not accustomed to speaking of such things with near-strangers. And… the only way I can really answer that is to show you this," she added softly as she summoned her inner light and cupped Broly's face in her hand, kissing him once when he started purring right away, a dopey smile curling his lips up. "It's my light that makes him whole. Nothing else."

"Mmm… yeah, it does," her mate sighed happily, nipping lightly at her shoulder through her gown before he held a bite of food to her lips, just gazing at her adoringly without a care for what the other Saiyans thought, exactly as he had in the ring.

"I wonder if the effect of your light might be permanent when you return the mark, Usa," Paragus rumbled thoughtfully.

Feeling her embarrassment through the bond again as well as hearing her paranoia that she would upset his father if she explained why she hadn't marked him yet, Broly shot his father a warning glare. "Usa will mark me when she wants to and not before. And if anyone has a problem with that, then they can meet me in the ring for a discussion."

"That's not what I meant, son," Paragus huffed. "I was only wondering if it would stabilize you and Kio for good."

"It might. But then again, it might not," the high priest chimed in. "The last daughter wasn't a moon goddess in her own ri—what, Usagi?"

"Actually, I'm the goddess of love," the princess murmured in embarrassment. "My mother's the moon goddess. As I was telling the king before, it's complicated. When my mother dies, centuries from now, I'll still be a love goddess even though I'll officially succeed her. Goddesses are born into their powers. They don't simply inherit them. Like I said… complicated." Usagi shrugged at that, not sure how to further explain it, going back to her meal so as not to seem rude, knowing how the Saiyans abhorred wasting food.

"At any rate, you're a goddess," the high priest stated. "The last daughter wasn't, and her son of Dra was never fully whole, but they lived happily and her presence always soothed his beast. So maybe with your powers, Broly will be completely whole in the end?"

"If he is, then that would be good," Usagi answered diplomatically. "However, we won't know that until I return the mark."

"And I don't want you to before you're ready, Usa m'yo," Broly repeated. "Come on, let's go home. Don't worry about the leftovers, someone will eat them," he added when he sensed the reason that she was still bent over her plate.

"Al—Alright," Usagi replied, standing as she felt Broly's anger rolling through the bond, wondering what she'd done to upset him so badly. "I'm sorry," she whispered once they'd left the temple and she was in his arms, holding onto him tightly as he flew them back to his quarters in the palace. "I didn't mean to make you angry, Broly. I just wanted to stay and hear the story, that's all."

"I'm not mad at you," the Legendary murmured into her hair, "I'm mad at them. I get enough reminders every day that I'm not normal, and I didn't appreciate the way they kept talking about me finally being whole. I'm not whole… but I'm fine," he finished with a grunt. "As long as I've got you, I'm fine."

Afraid that her light would ruin his ability to fly, Usagi waited until they were in their rooms to kiss him gently, feeling him relax into her as she used the crystal, his purr rolling loudly, echoing off the walls.

"They were trying to subtly pressure you into returning the mark," Broly said calmly as she continued to use her healing light on him. "They wouldn't say it outright, but that's what they were trying to do… and I wasn't just going to sit there and let them try to make you bite me before you're ready, Usa. You're mine, yes… but… but I want you to love me."

"I know," Usagi whispered, her voice sad as she wished that she could just give him what he wanted, that falling in love with someone was as easy as that. Unsure what else she could say without it sounding like a lie—"I'm trying" or "I'm falling" wasn't a lie, but at the same time she knew it would sound patronizing—Usagi wordlessly tugged him toward the bed, hoping to give him the next best thing to her love, hoping that he'd see the offer for what it was and he wouldn't be upset by it.

"No," Broly stated slowly when she stopped and blushed, coloring with lingering shyness as she pushed the sleeves of her gown off and the dress fell to the floor. "I don't want you if you think you have to, Usagi."

"I want to," she assured him gently, tugging him towards the bed again. "What… you don't want me?" She asked in surprise when he wouldn't follow her lead, sitting down on the edge to look up at him worriedly, wringing her hands nervously. "Really, if I did something to make you angry, please just tell me. If I know what I did then I'll know not to—"

A kiss silenced her, and Usagi relaxed as she felt his love for her rolling through the bond, his hands caressing and exploring lightly as he tipped her onto her back and he straddled her waist. "I always want you, my moonbeam," Broly finally answered once he was simply resting on top of her, his own clothes lying crumpled up on the floor, his erection pulsing against her inner thigh. "But I never want you to feel obligated to share your body with me just because you're afraid I'll be angry or because you feel some sense of duty to me."

Touched by the depth of his love for her, Usagi smiled even as she sighed and shook her head. "I just thought to make it better, that's all. To make it a good day again. We were having such a good day until I insisted that I wanted to talk to the priests."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to talk to them and learn about my culture, princess. Don't worry about it. I just don't like the priests, and I more than dislike the gods. They're the ones that did this to me, so… yeah," Broly muttered. He kissed her again briefly, but surprised her when he rolled off the bed, gesturing for her to wait a moment as he strode across the room to a closet and opened it up.

The massive white fur he pulled out made Usagi sigh and fluff her hair, and as he brought it over, she wasn't sure how to gracefully refuse it, thinking of the poor animal he'd killed to obtain it. "Broly… I thought I'd made it clear that I don't want—"

"It was my mother's," Broly said quickly in response to the sadness he could feel coming from her—sadness over what she thought was a recent loss of life. "Father had it cleaned and gave it to me; he said that Raditz told him about your reaction to the one I killed and he didn't want you to go without the mating gift. That you might not know what it means, but that we do and he wanted you to have it."

"Oh," Usa whispered, feeling guilty about her initial refusal of the wer'kha fur now that she could feel how very important it was in their culture. "I'll accept this one. And I'm sorry I refused the first, Broly. I… I didn't realize how much it meant to you."

"It's alright, Usa. I wouldn't change a thing about you," Broly replied as he tugged her to her feet and laid the massive fur out on the bed before gesturing for her to lie back down on top of it. "The wer'kha fur was the raiment of the moon goddess," he explained, "and the beast it came from was one of her fiercest, most loyal guardians. Once, on one of her many adventures, Cha was close to freezing to death. So her wer'kha guardian sacrificed herself to save her mistress and gifted the goddess her fur to keep her warm. This displayed unmatchable loyalty, devotion and love to the goddess, and the wer'kha fur is a symbol of all those things even to this day. It's why Saiyan warriors always face the wer'kha in fair combat. No ki is allowed during the fight, just brains and muscle. We respect them not only as warriors, but as companions of the moon goddess, and we also value facing them equally so that a gift to a mate will have more meaning."

"Oh. I understand, now," Usagi murmured, "but I'd still much rather you don't kill anything, Broly. Alright?" His nod came so quickly that she couldn't help but smile, and the princess reached out to him as she laid back on the fur, waiting expectantly for him to come to her. "We're supposed to make love on the fur, I take it?"

Using his tail to fish around on the floor for his pants, he located them and fished out a small bottle of oil. "Yes, but first… lie down on your stomach and just relax."

"Mmm… what are you doing?" Usagi murmured when she felt something delightfully warm being dribbled down her bare spine as she did as she was told and relaxed on top of a lovely snow white fur.

Other than a chuckle and a kiss to the back of her neck he was silent, and now he was trailing more of what felt like oil over her pert backside, his wonderfully calloused hands gentle once he began to smooth it over every inch of exposed skin. "Not that I'm complaining…"

"I just want to make you happy," Broly sighed, his love and total devotion to her rolling through the half-bond. "And I love touching you and knowing that you enjoy it, so… I just thought that this might please you."

"I was only going to say that you don't have to do this," Usagi giggled. "That… and I'd rather not ruin the fur. I have to admit, I really like it. It's like lying on a warm cloud."

"I'll get it cleaned afterwards, then, since I'd really like to mate with you on it," Broly said with a hint of shyness, blushing when she turned her head and he heard her wondering if there was a particular reason for his desire. "When a warrior brings his mate a wer'kha fur, they typically mate on it. It's um… supposed to be good luck. And a fertility thing, too. After all, it's a symbol of the moon goddess," he explained, looking down at his hands as he nervously fiddled with the bottle of arousing massage oil he'd gotten from Raditz, the kind that would make Usagi's body sing with pleasure and hopefully assure her multiple orgasms. Broly so did want to hear her crying out in ecstasy for him long and often, and he wasn't above asking one of his only real friends for advice and help in that department.

"Fertility…" It was Usagi's turn to blush, and she swallowed hard, her hand fluttering to her stomach briefly at the thought of getting pregnant. "You… you don't want to wait, Broly? I mean, we hardly know each other, and I… gods, it sounds so horrible no matter how I try to word it…"

"I know you don't love me," he mumbled, unable to look at her, not wanting her to see the pain of rejection in his eyes, unwilling for her to feign an emotion for him that she didn't feel. "I just… I asked Raditz about it, and he thought that it might be a good idea if we wanted your mother's acceptance. I don't know if that's the best solution, but I want you to be happy… and going home to visit would make you happy. My father said that grandchildren fix everything for parents that disapprove of a union, that they're more willing to accept it in favor of seeing the child happy. I guess it was a dumb idea," he sighed.

"Broly," Usagi murmured, "come here."

Unwilling to deny her anything, Broly did as he was told and immediately sighed and purred when she sat up and pressed her lips to his, her hands gently stroking through his hair and petting their way down his back and chest. "Your intentions are wonderful," she finally said once she'd pulled back to give him an understanding smile, "but I'd like to wait before we have a baby. Just be patient and we'll get there before you even know it, ok?" When he nodded, she pulled the Saiyan communicator from her subspace and fingered it nervously, grabbing a robe as well and putting it on.

"Are… are you going to call your mother?" Broly asked in a mixture of hope and trepidation, terrified that Serenity or Rei might upset her to the point that Usagi wouldn't speak with them again.

"Yes, if that's alright with you." She waited for him to nod his approval before he backed off awkwardly, clearly not knowing what to do with himself while she made the call, caught between wanting to participate and hopefully speak with his new in-laws, and not wanting to piss off the people that loved Usagi—and hated him with every fiber of their beings. "Broly," Usa said softly after hitting a series of buttons that Raditz had considerately marked for her in her language, "it's going to be ok. That I can promise you."

"Princess!?"

Apparently the man on the other line had been listening and gawking for several seconds before he'd yelled her title, but Usagi managed what she hoped looked like a nonchalant smile and a shrug. "I was hoping to speak with my mother?" She asked gently. "I'm afraid I had to end my last call sooner than expected, and I really miss her. I'd like to let her know that I'm safe and happy."

Broly couldn't help but puff up at the sound of her saying she was happy, and he noticeably relaxed and took a seat out of the line of sight of the screen, knowing that seeing him naked in the background would only kindle her mother's anger.

"Yes, of course princess! Patching you through right now!"

The screen went blank for several seconds, but Serenity picked up almost immediately, her eyes wide and full of tears, the fingertips of one hand covering her mouth as she choked out a sob and the fingers of the other caressing the screen. "Usagi," she finally whispered. "Oh gods… my baby… I thought I'd never see you again!"

Wiping at her own tears, Usagi just smiled and shook her head. "He never forbade me from calling you, Momma. I just needed to wait until I was sure that no one would be able to talk me into going back on my word. I have to stay, you understand that, right? That I can't go back on my word," she said gently even though she needed to be sure that no one would try to rescue her or attempt to convince her to leave.

"He's mated you then," Serenity sobbed broken-heartedly. "Has he?" When Usagi nodded and bared her shoulder, her mother surprised her by glaring furiously and suddenly throwing something across the room, the sound of a vase shattering crashing through on her side. "I'll make him pay for hurting you, Usagi, I swear it. He'll suffer for forcing you to submit to his perversions!"

"Oh gods… Momma, no!" Usagi protested. "You've got it all wrong! Broly has been nothing but kind to me since the moment I arrived! I mated with him willingly, I swear! Broly would never hurt me," she added when her mother only gaped at her, clearly disgusted by what she was hearing. "Momma, he loves me with all of his heart, I can feel it through the bond. He's been nothing but sweet and gentle to me, even when I've been angry with him or shut him out. He would die to make me happy… in fact, my happiness is the only thing he wants in life."

"Gods, Usa… they've brainwashed you," Serenity whispered sadly, tears filling her eyes again.

"Nothing of the sort, Momma," Usagi sighed, shaking her head as she considered hanging up. "I came here expecting to be raped and used in exchange for our people's guaranteed safety, and while another Saiyan might have treated me unkindly, Broly has shown me nothing but patience and love. I'm not brainwashed, Momma, I promise you that. I… I want to come home to visit, but I need you to promise me that you won't try to make me stay on the moon. Broly's willing to let me visit if it makes me happy," she added softly, hoping that that would convince her mother that he wasn't all bad.

"He's not welcome here," Serenity choked out through her tears.

Usagi could feel Broly's turmoil through the bond and looked away from her mother to find Broly's eyes narrowed in anger as he contemplated whether or not to let her go on her own, and when he spoke in Solarian by utilizing the bond, the princess blinked in surprise. "Joo can go," he rumbled, his fear of her never returning tangible through the bond. "Ren-Tee, I vant my mate back. Three days," he directed towards the communicator as he shrugged on some pants and came over to regard the queen of the moon.

The look in Serenity's eyes when she laid them on Broly was nothing short of furious, but it was clear that she was fighting down the urge to scream and insult him in favor of taking his offer. "I couldn't stop her from returning if I wanted to," she finally huffed after staring him down for a long minute. "She has a ginzuishou all her own, remember?"

"I… jesh. But… tah'kha'or Usa."

Before her mother could open her mouth and tell him to stop speaking in Saiyan, Usagi intervened. "'Love' is difficult to pronounce in Solarian," she explained. "They don't do the 'L' sound very well. Broly was telling you that he loves me, Momma; he's afraid that you'll keep me from returning to him. I know it would make him feel better if you just gave him your word."

"Vant Usa happy," Broly added softly as he looked away from the screen to nuzzle her hair and draw in the scent that always succeeded in calming him. Placing his tongue carefully on the back of his teeth, he spoke the word in Solarian for the first time. "Love Usa," he added tenderly, saying it in her language just to please her mother.

Blushing brightly at the sound of him saying it in Solarian, Usagi tried her best not to giggle, especially since Serenity was glaring daggers at him and clearly wishing him dead right where he sat. "Broly, focus," she snorted, elbowing him lightly. "Not in front of my mom, ok?"

"Sorry," he said quickly, backing off as he sensed through the bond that a lot of contact with her in front of her mother was taboo.

Back on the moon, Serenity was watching the exchange and wondering if it was all just a trick or an act, but Broly's body language told her that he was either telling the truth… or he was a superb actor. He had just deferred to her daughter, and instead of looking angry or annoyed by the little jab from her elbow, he only blushed and backed off… and then genuinely apologized. He's very young, the queen realized. It didn't lessen her hatred for him, but it made her wonder if maybe Broly was the one that had been influenced, rather than her daughter.

Rei once said that it was impossible not to love Usagi… maybe that was truer than any of us realized. Maybe he really does love her. "For the sake of argument… if Usagi didn't return, what would happen?"

The heartbreak and fear in his eyes wasn't an act; there was no possible way that anyone could have possibly faked that look, and Serenity relented as she shook her head and sighed. "She'll return in three days. You have my word."

"D'in m'yo, k'sha Ma," Broly said, hoping that she would recognize his sincerity. "Ven joo vant to go, r'sha m'yo?" He directed towards his mate.

"Now?" Serenity asked hopefully.

"Tomorrow," Usagi said, hoping her mother wouldn't be upset by her choice to stay another day. "Broly just brought me a really beautiful present and it would be rude of me to take off, Mom."

"Usa," Broly added nervously. "Can… can I send guard? Peez?"

"I…" Mulling over the idea thoughtfully, Usagi wanted to agree, but finally turned to her mother for permission. "Mom, he's afraid that someone might try to attack me for willingly marrying him. He wants to ask Nappa to accompany me as a nightguard—it's a Saiyan tradition and a high honor to trust another warrior with someone's mate… huh… Broly, why not Raditz?"

"Phhht… Raditz vill try to fuck joor sisters," Broly chuckled. "Nappa vill behave."

"Oh, fair point!" Usagi giggled, only laughing harder as she imagined Rei setting Raditz on fire for hitting on her.

Seeing and hearing Usagi's laughter despite the fact that she was mated to the most brutal Saiyan in existence simply floored the queen, and she was too surprised to even consider disagreeing as she nodded. "I expect the general to behave while he's here, and I'd warn him that there will likely be a lot of hostility directed at him. If he can't handle that, then you should choose another."

"Kakarot," Broly said simply. "If no Nappa, joo take Kakarot."

"Kakarot's a sweetheart," Usagi explained, giggling as she remembered the flowers he'd brought her to welcome her to Vegeta-sei once she'd gotten settled. "He's as strong as Broly, but he wouldn't hurt a flea, Momma."

"As… as strong as…?" Visibly swallowing, Serenity just shook her head, her eyes wide, too stunned to even give Broly a condemning look when he continued to purr and nibbled at her daughter's throat… at least until he growled out something in Saiyan that sounded angry. "Don't you get that tone with my Usa!" She snapped at him.

"Usa m'yo," Kio corrected her possessively, his green eyes flashing in anger.

"Um… Momma, he wasn't being mean," Usagi said, guessing accurately at why she'd yelled. "Everything in Saiyan sounds like someone's mad, even when someone's saying something nice. Broly was just asking if I could hang up soon so he could spend the rest of the day with me before I needed to leave."

All too aware of how Broly would likely spend the rest of the day with her daughter, Serenity tried her very best not to look disgusted as she nodded, trying hard to remain diplomatic since he'd been so unexpectedly accommodating and was actually letting Usagi come visit. "Of course. If what you say is true about Broly, I hope you enjoy your day with him, Usa… I'll see you in the evening tomorrow, my time?"

"I think that's right," Usagi agreed as she tried to work out the time change in her head. Math had never been her strong suit and that hadn't changed in the least. "Please make sure that the girls won't try to kill Nappa?"

"I will… and Broly?" Serenity asked hesitantly.

"Jesh, k'sha Ma?" Broly asked, pleasantly surprised to be directly addressed without any cursing involved.

"Thank you. If Usagi is truly happy and you've really been treating her as kindly as you say… thank you. And my apologies for assuming the worst," Serenity added, clearly chafing at the fact that she was apologizing at all to the man that had killed Makoto. "And Usagi… I'm so happy that you're safe. I can't wait to see you tomorrow," she added with a genuine smile.

"Me too, Momma. Bye," Usa said before she could get drawn into more conversation, sensing through the half-bond that Broly really wanted her attention if he was going to be forced to give her up for three whole days. "Oh please," she giggled once she'd stowed away the communicator, "you'll just spar with Kakarot the whole time and forget I'm even gone."

"I'd never forget you're gone," he murmured into her throat as he ran his lips along it and savored her scent, trying his very best not to tip her back and take her. No, he wanted to finish what he'd started, he wanted her singing with pleasure before he even entered her. "Lay down on your stomach again," he finally urged her once he and Kio had gotten their libidos under control.

Usagi slipped off her robe before obeying, her cheeks hot as she felt his eyes practically searing her skin from the way they eagerly roamed her body, his desire for her obvious. Hell, it was always obvious, even when they were fully clothed and discussing the most mundane of subjects. Even then, she could feel him keeping that need for her banked while his eyes still drank her in, as if he was memorizing every little detail of her and at the same time waiting for the moment that she would suggest that they go to bed together. And then he would make love to her, and even as he came, she could still feel his need for her, like a bottomless well that could never, ever be filled. "You're giving me a massage," she murmured after she'd complied, gasping in surprise when the hands gliding over her oiled back immediately sent fireworks shooting straight to her groin.

Was she just more aroused than usual, or was there something in that oil? Gods, it felt like every nerve was right at the surface wherever he touched her, drawing soft, choked moans from her, alternatingly making her sag in surrender and arch into his hands for more.

"Yes, I am," Broly breathed in her ear as he leaned over her briefly, turning her face so that their lips could join for a moment. "Let me know when the pleasure becomes too intense," he added as he slipped a well-oiled hand between her thighs and gently but thoroughly massaged her mound and then her inner folds, working his way to her clit where he methodically rubbed the oil into it until she was quivering beneath him and panting for air. "Too much?"

"No," Usagi replied with a whoosh of air when he withdrew his fingers and moved on to her thighs, drizzling more of that slick warmth down her legs before continuing on to her calves. "It just felt so good, Broly. Everything tingles, too, it feels so good. Is this normal?"

"I wanted tonight to be special," he replied with a soft, happy smile. "Because we're mating on the wer'kha fur for the first time. So I asked Raditz what I could do and he gave me this bottle of oil. It's arousing massage oil… and yes, I know how it feels since I coated my cock in it a couple minutes ago."

"Heh… I guess we can suffer together, then," Usagi teased.

"Oh, you've got it all wrong, moonbeam," Broly chuckled as he slid his hands back up to her thighs and stroked her folds once, a smug little smirk playing at his mouth when her legs instantly fell open for him and she clutched at the fur. A soft moan that sounded like music was falling from her lips as he pressed into her from behind, and when he nudged forward and stretched her wide, his own voice joined hers in harmony. "Oh… holy shit, Usagi… you feel so good…"

His voice had taken on a breathless quality that she hadn't heard before, and as he covered her like a warm, muscled quilt and rocked deep, the princess flexed around him and gripped the hand that was beside hers and bracing his weight. "You too, Broly," she whispered as she ground backwards to take all of him, marveling at how big he felt at this angle, how very, very full she felt as he moved slow. Always slow, she thought absently. Never hard, never fast… he was always so concerned that he might hurt her. "Broly…? I won't break," she assured him as the waves of pleasure began to intensify and she trembled from the intensity of it.

Shivering at the images he could see through the bond of him taking her harder and faster, Broly had a difficult time fighting down the temptation to give her what she wanted. "I don't ever want to test that theory, Usa. Because if you're wrong, I'd never forgive myself… gods… come for me," he finished with a whimper as he felt himself quickening, swamped with pleasure thanks to the oil he was steadily coating her inner walls with.

"You didn't… didn't hurt me… last night," Usagi argued weakly, teetering on the precipice of oblivion. "P—Please, Broly… harder… just a little bit? I need you," she whimpered helplessly. That warm tingling that was shooting sparks of delight through her back with every movement of his chest as he rocked inside of her was now blooming along her tight sheath, and when Broly choked out a groan of surrender and thrust a little harder, Usagi instantly flew. "Yes!" She cried just before she couldn't think to speak from the overwhelming ecstasy, moaning loudly and clutching at the hand that was still joined with hers as she felt him follow her, spilling into her and growling and purring in her ear.

"F—fuck," Broly stammered out after collapsing on top of her in a heap of satisfied warrior, kissing her mark as he tried to keep most of his weight off of her. "Hurt you?" A giggle answered that, and he replied with a chuckle of his own. "Love you, moonbeam. Gods… love you so much. And… I'm sorry I came. I swear didn't mean to," he added with a note of gravity that Usagi didn't miss.

"Shit," she breathed as she read his surface thoughts like a neon sign, "Broly, why didn't you drink it like the other nights?" His reply came in the form of thoughts and pictures rather than words this time, and Usagi sighed worriedly as she saw and heard him thinking about taking his contraception right before she'd decided to call her mother. That had distracted him, and then he'd been so swept up in emotion at the idea of letting her go for three days that something of such enormous importance had actually slipped his mind.

"I'll drink it right now." Broly cringed as he withdrew from her, waiting for the anger that would surely come as he quickly mixed the birth control he'd been taking since the second day she'd been on Vegeta-sei. But it didn't come, and he didn't sense any anger from her at all, just worry and the mildest annoyance in the universe. And her worry bothered him far more than her anger ever would. "I'm sorry," he repeated when he came back to the bed and stretched out beside her, kissing her chin in submission as he ran his fingers tenderly through her hair. "Please don't worry, Usa."

"It was just the one time, and I'm not going to let it spoil our night, Broly. Not right before I leave you alone for three days," Usagi replied evenly. "But," she added tartly, "you're waiting the full thirty minutes for that stuff to take effect, you hear me?"

"Heh… yes, ma'am," he replied with mock seriousness, his lips twitching back and forth from a fake frown to a tiny grin before he lightly nudged her onto her back. "I'd planned on massaging the rest of you anyway. I'd only meant to get that oil inside of you and to make you come, that's all. I really hadn't meant to come, too."

"I know, Broly." Which is why she'd forgiven him so quickly. Shoving aside her concern, she smiled and rolled onto her back. "Well, get to work," she giggled.

"Yes, Highness," Broly stated with mock seriousness, grabbing the oil to liberally spread some over her chest and stomach, his lips twitching up when he began to rub it into her nipples and she immediately clutched at the fur. "Does that please you, Your Highness? I do so want you to be happy with your servant."

"Phhht… haha, you're my servant, now?" Usa replied, laughing when he nodded. "You're playing one of those games that Raditz mentioned the other day, aren't you?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Do you want me to pretend to be your slave, moonbeam?" He continued with a promising smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "Give you whatever your heart desires, follow your commands to the letter and—"

"But you already do that," Usagi countered with a grin, mildly surprised at how easy she'd felt with him lately, even though her cheeks were heating up in anticipation of saying what was on her mind. "If I were to tell you to kiss me between my legs like you did last time, you'd do it in a heartbeat and you know it."

"Mmm… maybe I would, but not right away. Not this time," he chuckled as he slipped his hand to her folds and rubbed some more oil into her clit. "If you want that…" Broly continued to stroke and rub, waiting to hear a soft, breathless moan leave her mouth before he finished his sentence. "…I want to hear you beg for it."

"Then you're definitely not my servant," Usa whimpered, her hand moving to his wrist to keep it in place. He didn't continue, though, he only pinned her hands behind her head while flashing her a mischevious grin, his eyes flickering to green. Kio was now in charge. "Please, Broly? Kio?" She tried in vain.

"No, my moonbeam," Kio whispered in her ear. "That'll end it too quickly. You said that I had to wait the full thirty minutes for the contraceptive to kick in, remember? Heh, I'm just teasing, r'sha," he snickered when she whined and squirmed, arms jerking briefly against his hold. "I'll give you what you want as soon as I'm done massaging the rest of you." True to his word, he loosened his hold on her wrists, beginning the massage right there, working his way up to gently knead the small muscles in each hand.

Usagi could feel her clit throbbing in time with her pulse and gave Kio a look of pure disbelief, shaking her head slightly. "I don't think I'll make it that long." When he only grinned in response, she wondered what would change his mind, and as she willed herself to relax beneath his touch, she racked her brain for a solution, keeping her thoughts to herself so he wouldn't read them through the bond.

An answer didn't dawn on her until he'd completely massaged both of her arms and had moved on to her breasts, and as he teased her nipples and even bent his head to gently suckle one, Usagi whimpered helplessly and moved against him wantonly. "Please," she breathed in his ear. "Please, r'sha? It's starting to hurt. I need you."

Broly's neck ached from how quickly his head snapped up in reaction to those words, his dilated pupils matching his mate's even as Kio took over again and slid his hand between her thighs. "There… that's it, atti, does that help?" He whispered hoarsely as he switched to massaging her hard nub in tight, concise circles. Her little nod and the way she clutched at him was all the answer he needed, but when she started speaking heatedly in Lunarian, Broly's beast nearly melted right then and there. Gods, he loved it when he broke her back to her native language. "That's right, moonbeam. I won't make you suffer," he purred as his touches became more deliberate and he rubbed her clit firmly. "I live to make you come, you know that? I love you."

It wasn't lost on Usagi that that was the first time that she could remember Kio uttering those words, and even as she moaned at the mounting pleasure, she was tugging him down to her for a desperate, thorough kiss, humming in approval when he instantly began to devour her. "I love the way you kiss me," she sighed once he'd drawn back with the intention of watching her climax. "Would you kiss me… um… there?" She asked hopefully.

"Heh… I know when I'm being played, Usagi," Kio chuckled, even though he was already sliding down to give her what she wanted. "But I have to admit, I don't mind it one bit." He found her clit swollen with desire when he removed his hand to replace it with his mouth, and even though he was going to give in to her, he couldn't help but torment her a little, giving it a single, open-mouthed kiss before he only slightly ran his tongue over it. "Does that help, moonbeam? Are you enjoying my kiss?" He teased, grinning in satisfaction when she wiggled beneath him, whined, and dug her fingers into his golden hair.

Kio rewarded her with another kiss then, his tongue slow and lingering against her clit before dancing around it, and when she let loose a moan of approval he began to suck. This is what you wanted, yes?

YES! Usa answered enthusiastically, too caught up in the searing ecstasy rippling through her in hard, fast waves to keep her volume down in his head. "Please don't stop," she begged aloud, her fingers trembling as they gripped his hair and her hips rolling instinctively in time with every warm, wet suck.

The oil had super-sensitized every nerve ending in her body, and her sex was no exception, so Kio kept his attentions gentle even when she pleaded with him for more, worried that he would hurt her accidentally if he gave in. As a result of this, Usagi hovered on the edge for nearly ten minutes, sobbing from the force of the pleasure overwhelming every other sense, both reveling in it and begging for an end to at simultaneously, her breaths coming out in rapid puffs as she dug her nails into his shoulders and added new scratches to the ones she'd already left. "Please!" She choked out in a high-pitched, desperate whimper when he switched back to licking at her zealously, his purring and eager growling vibrating her core and intensifying the pleasure while somehow not shoving her into orgasm at the same time. "Please, Kio, please let me come!"

I'm not denying you, moonbeam, Kio chuckled despite feeling sympathy for her, trying not to laugh at how wound up he'd gotten her, how desperate she was and how she was thinking of shoving him down on his back to take what she wanted from him. He would welcome it, too, if she actually ever did that, but he wouldn't say it. If she was going to decide to use him, Kio and Broly both wanted it to be her idea, not his. Painfully hard from the very idea of his mate topping him enthusiastically, Broly's beast groaned into her folds and began to suck again, no longer quite as gentle, and when Usagi let loose an actual scream and nearly strangled him with her thighs, he gripped her tightly and bore her through her climax forcefully.

"G—Good g—gods," she stammered, her voice soft and weak once she could finally command it again, staring at the non-pattern of spackling on the ceiling as dark spots bloomed like roses and then vanished before her eyes. She'd nearly passed out and was still on the verge of doing so, and when Kio chuckled and suddenly loomed over her, a nice big, beautiful black flower bloomed over his forehead before winking out of existence, only to be replaced by another on his shoulder.

Kio wasn't ignorant to that and waggled his eyebrows knowingly, running his fingers through the spun gold of her hair while he reflected that she'd nearly pulled his from his scalp there at the end. "When you're no longer about to faint, Broly wants to assure you that he can hold out long enough for the contraceptive to kick in."

"If you still want me," Broly added with a sheepish smile, his hair melting to ebony when Kio relinquished control. "Something tells me that I might have worn you out."

"You did," Usagi admitted with a weak giggle, "but I think I'll survive some lovemaking… especially since the oil's still making me feel all warm inside."

"Mmm… I think I can give you the relief you need, r'sha," Broly assured her, purring happily as he got some more oil and returned to gently massaging her legs as he gave her some time to recover from the most mind-blowing orgasm he'd given her so far during their short marriage. "Just let me know when you're ready."

"I'll be ready after you stop tickling my feet!" Usagi cackled, struggling even as she laughed and tried to free her leg from where his hand was doing just that to her lovely little toes. "GAH! TICKLES!" She squealed. "STAAAHP!" Panting for air when he released her foot, Usagi found him gazing at her lovingly when she finally opened her eyes. "What?" She asked, suddenly serious.

"I just love making you laugh," Broly sighed, his smile one of complete and total contentment. "I could listen to it forever."

Usagi was touched by his emotional honesty—it was certainly refreshing when she lived among a strange people that never admitted their feelings openly—and suddenly no longer cared about the fact that she still felt a little faint. "Come here, Broly," she commanded him gently, beckoning when he hesitated.

"Are you sure?" He asked even as he cupped her and nuzzled her throat, even as his cock throbbed for release, more than willing to ignore it for her sake if she wished it. "I want you, Usagi, but I also don't want you to pass out.

"Yes, I'm sure. Don't stop," she encouraged him as she tried to pull him down to her with her legs, aching thanks to the oil coating her inside and out. But he suddenly resisted and shook his head, bracing himself on his elbows to keep her from joining their bodies. "What's wrong?"

"Kio wants you," he whispered hesitantly, hushing his beast's unexpected urging to ask her if he could assume control for once. "Can he…? He says he won't if you don't want it, but he wants to be in control, even if it's only this one time. He doesn't want you to use your light, either."

Despite her desire for him, Usagi shivered at the mere thought as she locked eyes with him, caught between her own lingering fear of Kio and her own curiosity about him. More than once she'd found herself wondering about what it would be like if Broly lost his tight hold on his beast or if her light failed to restrain him during sex, and this time was no exception. He'd said before that he would never hurt her and he certainly hadn't as he'd loved her with his mouth, but what if he couldn't control himself during the actual coupling?

I'll be just as careful with you as Broly is, Kio promised softly through the bond. Let me make love to you, Usagi. Just once… and if you don't like it, I'll never ask for the honor again.

"But… you make love to me every night. You feel it, don't you?" Usagi asked slowly, slightly confused by the request as she felt Kio shift into control and she gazed up into emerald green eyes and ran her fingers through golden hair. "And… you get a lot bigger when you're in total control, Kio. I have a hard enough time taking all of Broly," she added shyly, glancing at the long, thick arousal that she'd come to enjoy as often as possible since he'd taught her how to appreciate sex.

"I won't power up, moonbeam," Kio assured her as he hesitantly nipped at her mark, afraid he'd accidentally scare her and she'd tell him not to touch her. "And yes, I feel every bit of your perfection, but it's not the same as being in control. Just once?" He asked gently, leaning up to look her in the eyes, cupping her face in his hand as he waited for her to answer, hoping that she'd let him truly make love to a woman for the first time in his existence.

Following his train of thought through the bond, Usagi blushed when she realized that Kio was still technically a virgin. Sure, he knew what she felt like, but he'd never actually called the shots whenever her and Broly had made love—her light had kept him subdued the entire time, had kept him from being able to so much as move a hand or initiate a kiss. "Alright," she consented shakily, fully banking her light so that it wouldn't restrain him at all. "So long as you won't hurt me… you can have me."

Usagi honestly didn't expect Kio to be gentle with her and was bracing herself for him to be too rough, preparing herself for the moment she needed to open her mouth and tell him to stop. She didn't think he would hurt her, no. Not on purpose. Never on purpose. But accidents happened, and to be honest, Kio was like a walking accident waiting to happen, even if he never meant her any harm and would readily give his life for hers.

What would surprise her later on, was not once did the thought ever cross her mind that this was the man that had killed her sister. She was worried about how rough he could be and of him losing control of his ki, but not once did the thought occur to her that he was the one responsible for Mako's death. He was just her mate, who was kind to her, who loved her with every fiber of his soul, even if he sometimes didn't know his own strength.

Kio surprised her by kissing her first, his nervousness palpable through the half-bond, his cock nudging briefly at her soaked entrance. It's ok, she found herself telling him as he deepened the kiss and their tongues danced, her legs winding around his waist in encouragement as she lifted her hips to urge him to continue.

She felt his groan echoing into her mouth as his purr strengthened the moment he pushed into her and she responded with her own noise of pleasure, her arms and legs flexing around him to pull him closer as her sex drew him deeper. "Don't stop," she whispered between kisses when he paused, trembling against her, his breaths coming out in shaky pants. "It's ok, Kio."

"So much trust," he answered hoarsely, deeply moved by her acceptance and the emotion he could feel being directed at him through the bond. "I… I don't deserve you, moonbeam." Kio was about to say something else, about to repeat that he loved her, but Usagi was pulling him deeper with her legs, her tight, hot walls squeezing him perfectly, completely rendering him unable to do so much as think. "Gods… oh gods… Usa, my Usa…"

"Don't stop," Usagi repeated gently. "Make love to me, Kio… I… I want you to."

With a shaky nod Kio complied and began to move, his eyes rolling back from the overwhelming pleasure. Sure, he'd felt it before, but he was in control—and that alone was enough to make his toes curl and set him to purring louder than ever. "Mine… all mine," he groaned as he dared to move harder, a growl escaping him when Usagi whimpered and arched into him for more, her sex tightening around him briefly. "You like that, Usa?"

"Yes… don't stop," she whispered, digging her nails into his shoulders when his lips suddenly crashed into hers and he kissed her roughly, his mouth insistent, hot and demanding as he thrust hard and deep, his hands gripping her tightly when she moaned in response. "Doesn't hurt," Usa assured him quickly the moment she felt his worry through the half-bond, dragging him back down for another soul-searing kiss as she began to move in time with him.

You tell me if it hurts, my little goddess. Even if it's only uncomfortable, Kio managed through the lust that was overcoming him as he began fucking into her hard and deep, his pace the only thing he kept in check, his hips moving slowly even as he was loving her roughly.

Definitely doesn't hurt, Usagi replied, delirious with pleasure as she began to spiral up, moaning loudly into his mouth as she came, her fingers moving to his hair to tug on strands attached to a still-sore scalp, the mixture of pain and pleasure making Kio growl in appreciation.

Breaking the kiss so that they could both get some air, Kio rested his forehead to hers as he continued his hard, merciless thrusting, and when he locked eyes with his mate, he was floored by the emotion and desire in her eyes. Sure, she'd just come for him, but his heart ached at the knowledge that she had not only accepted this side of Broly, but was enjoying the wildness of his beast, meeting him thrust for thrust and matching his intensity. "Gods… I love you so fucking much, Usagi."

She was falling and wasn't quite there yet, but Usagi damned near said it as she climaxed yet again and huffed with every rough movement of his cock inside of her. "Kio… gods yes… don't stop…"

A nip to his shoulder surprised the hell out of him, and Kio responded with a groan just before sinking his teeth into hers, trying his best not to come when she tightened once more in an explosive orgasm that was right on the heels of her last one.

"No," Usa protested softly when he suddenly gentled his movements and pressed tightly to her, worshipping her throat and breasts as his hands wandered her with a mixture of reverence and possessiveness that was staggering. "Please, harder—I loved it, Kio."

"I'll come if I do," he admitted hoarsely. "I'd love nothing more than to fuck you into the floorboards right now," he assured her as he licked and nipped his way back up her throat and stilled his hips against hers to give himself a break, "but I won't make it another minute if I do."

He'd given her what she'd wanted from Broly for the last several days, and Usagi found herself wanting more of it, more of him, more of that rough love that she knew she could handle so long as he didn't go overboard. But a glance at the clock told her that—"it's been twenty-three minutes, Kio. That's long enough, right? And then you get can aroused again right away? Broly's done it a few times, so surely you can—"

"Heh, I swear to Dra, I've died and gone to heaven," Kio snickered as he rested his forehead to hers and tickled her ribs, teasing her good-naturedly. "I never thought you'd actually be begging me for my cock, Usagi." He erupted into a deep, throaty genuine laugh when she slapped his arm half-heartedly, well aware that she wasn't mad at him. And even if she was, her eyes were still delightfully glazed with lust and he was pretty sure she wouldn't ask him to stop even if he'd pissed her off.

His suspicion was confirmed when she nudged his hips with hers in a clear request for him to continue, but Kio shook his head slightly as he regarded her seriously, nipping at her lower lip to silence a protest that he knew she was about to make. "I know Broly already came in you once tonight, I can hear your thoughts, Usa, and I can hear you thinking that once more won't hurt. But it might. I want you to understand that before you ask. You know there's a chance I could get your pregnant, so think about it first."

"It's only seven… six minutes, now, Kio. I think we're safe. Go ahead. Please?" Usagi added, giving him her best impression of puppy dog eyes when he frowned and still didn't move. "I'm still burning up inside from the oil. I want you," she finished softly, her cheeks heating up under his intense emerald gaze.

"Alright, moonbeam," Kio finally consented, purring happily when she kissed him forcefully and moved against him before he could even withdraw to thrust into her. But don't blame me when I knock you up.

We'll be fine, Kio. We'll be just fine.

I sure hope so, Usa.

OMFG FINALLY! 11k words for this fucking chapter, JFC… well, R&R yall, this IS the last chap I'll post on FFN! And if you need an invite to AO3, just drop me a PM with your email address!