Crescentia's Story
I do not own Sailor Moon or any of the characters from the Mange Series or anime…but I do own this storyline, any other characters outside of the original works of the Sailor Moon franchise, and any other fictional environment outside of the original Sailor Moon.
Chapter 15 – Needs and Memories
She opened her eyes to a beautiful bright pink and orange sunset. The majestic view caught her in a trap, luring her full attention until she could do nothing but focus on the majesty of the universe. And so she stayed still, her face relaxed, her mind empty of thoughts.
She felt so at peace.
When the sun finally departed, letting darkness blanket the earth in its shadow, Serena smiled. The peace did not leave her. The loneliness did not return. His scent was all around her. She found comfort in his scent. Even though he was not in bed with her, she felt him all around her as if he were physically present. She burrowed deeper into the bed cover not because she was cold, she just wanted to feel more of him.
He'd come for her.
The thought made her delirious with joy. Someone had come for her. He hadn't abandoned her.
She truly wasn't alone anymore.
When the bed behind her dipped, she did not jump in fear, she was not startled. She knew exactly who her intruder was, so she waited to see what he'd do. He laid behind her, wrapping his arms around her, his soft chest pressed to her back…
'Wait what?' She thought, her brow furrowing as fingers began kneading her breast. The arms around her, although strong and lean, could not possibly belong to Raizen.
In fact, the body that was wrapped around her was nowhere near the right proportion of Raizen's body.
The scent intruding on her nose was not his either.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember what might have happened.
'I slept on Uncle's gravestone.'
'Raizen and his sisters came to get me.'
'I ate something'
'...'
'...'
'What happened after that?' try as she might, no more memories came to her.
She took in a deep breath and let out a blood-curdling scream. Then she jumped into action, shooting out of the surprised arms of her uninvited bed cuddler and stumbled onto the floor. She scrambled with the bedcover and sheets and the robe she was wearing, slipping and falling. By the time she got her footing and stood in a defensive position, the door to the room burst wide open and standing there were seven women in fighting poses, some even carried a gun. Standing in front of them all was her beloved golden-eyed music teacher. Serena was caught between running to him or standing to defend herself from her assailant. She chose the latter so she kept her eyes on...on someone in the darkness.
The light was off and the sun had set, the moonlight had yet to rise. She couldn't see her attacker but could sense him. Sense exactly where he was. His aura was ridiculously strong.
Raizen and the sisters on the other hand immediately understood what might have transpired. They'd been sitting in the living room talking when they heard Serena's scream.
Raizen's heart chilled.
He bounded up the stairs like a mountain lion, his sisters hot on his tail.
In hindsight, he wondered when they'd had time to go grab guns. It's not like their guns were just hanging around. They were locked and sealed in a very hard to reach, specific place for safety.
Bursting into the room with no care, a door can be fixed later, they saw a tumbling Serena take a defensive pose, glaring at something in the darkness. They were about to make a move when Hera let out a snort. Maeve rolled her eyes heavenward and a chuckle escaped Cassandra.
The sisters all relaxed.
By this point, Raizen had also figured out who was in the shadow but unlike his sisters, he did not find any of this funny.
He flipped on the light switch to reveal a grinning Xander.
Serena's jaw dropped.
Her male attack was actually female. A very good looking female.
Looking closer, she vaguely remembered the woman introducing herself but she couldn't remember the woman's name.
Raizen marched to his sister, who, in seeing him striding to her purposefully, began to retreat, her arms up in surrounder.
"I promise, I wasn't trying to do anything!" She said in a soothing voice that did nothing to calm Raizen's ire.
"Pray tell, what weren't you trying to do?"Raizen asked menacingly, cornering his now concerned looking sister.
"I wasn't trying to molest her or anything, I just wanted to feel her boobs! It was completely innocent!" Xander responded, looking believably innocent.
Raizen stopped in his tracks, his jaw-dropping at his sister's audacity.
His momentary pause gave her the chance she needed to come up to him and with a petulant expression and declare, "It's not fair that only you get to touch them!"
Razen spurted, flabbergasted.
"What...of course only I...wait I haven't…" he turned bright red to the amusement of his sisters who started cracking up. Mortified, Serena turned an equal shade of red.
Xander made her escape, winking at Serena as she walked to join the rest of her sisters with a wide grin.
"ALEXANDRA ELI STEELE!" Raizen thundered, turning his bright red face to his sisters. He pointed a hand in Serena's general direction.
"APOLOGIZE!"
"Whyyyyy?!" she whined, a practice even Serena was sure was not a common thing for the amber haired woman.
"What do you mean why?! Apologize now!" Raizen said, crossing his hand over his chest, his facial color returning to normal.
Xander sighed woefully.
"On one condition." She said.
"What condition?" Raizen fell right into her trap.
Maeve continued to look upwards as if the ceiling was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
A wicked grin flashed over Xander's face.
"I will sincerely apologize for touching her uninvited if she will let me play with her boobs so I don't have to sneak into her bed to do so." She shot back.
"NEVER!" Raizen fumed.
"Why not!? You can't keep her soft and tender flesh all to yourself. I mean look at her breasts! All creamy and smooth like a mango ...I just wanna play with them."
Serena turned a deeper shade of red than was possible when she noticed her robe was wide open, and her breasts were indeed on full display for her audience's viewing pleasure.
She quickly snatched her robe closed but not before Raizen had a glimpse and lost his train of thoughts. He stared at her, his basic primal instinct kicking into overdrive.
Serena decided this was perhaps the greatest time ever to disappear. She scrambled into the bed and covered herself completely with the cover.
The sisters laughed uproariously, tears pouring down cheeks in mirth.
One minute they were all laughing, the next they were tumbling out of the room, the door smashing shut and locked in their faces.
Xander pounded her fists against the door.
"That's not fair, let me in! Let me in!" She yelled.
Maeve sighed for the thousandth time and reached out to grab Xander's ear.
"That's enough. Come explain yourself to me," she said, pulling on the ear of the protesting Xander down the hall.
The rest of the sisters followed, clearly amused by the unfolding events.
Inside the room, Raizen, who was leaning against the door, walked briskly to the woman in his bed and snatched the covers off of her.
"Hey!" Serena protested.
She opened her mouth to demand her cover back but the words never escaped. Her breath and voice were stolen by the man who jumped on her like a hungry tiger, blanketing her body with his own as he took her mouth in a fierce unrelenting kiss. He pressed into her, his body wildly aroused, his heart beating far too hard and too fast. He pressed deeper as if he couldn't get enough, felt his cock press into her open legs, her robe ripped apart. She didn't complain, didn't flinch or shrink. She reveled in his unveiled passion. Her own lust waking to his call and matching his own fiercely. He emitted a guttural sound of need and pain, wanting more, needing more. He wanted to be inside her, to tie them together for all time, seal the deal and make it an unbreakable bond.
Desperation crawled at him, making him wildly and beastly. Two sides of himself warred with one another. The need to mate against the need to protect. His body made decisions his mind was unconscious of as he held her hands above her head, interlocking her fingers with his own so he wouldn't accidentally hurt her in his wildness. But this position made her vulnerable, her body bowing in and out like a snake to his movements, stretching up and down to feel him and touch him without hands. Her delightful mewling and moaning went unregistered by him, her own body begging for a release she neither knew nor understood. Something awakened in her, a sense, a presence of sort. For a brief moment, she thought she saw eyes watching her from the recess of her own mind. A chill ran down her spine for all of a second before Raizen's warmth seeped through her again and brought her back to her present deliciously arousing circumstances.
She panted, breath hyperventilating. Her legs rubbed fiercely against his crotch, her body rising far above the bed to meet his thrust, frustrated by the pants that kept his manhood from sliding into her wetness to relieve them both of this sweet sweet torment.
"Please please please" she didn't hear herself beg and neither did he, both their ears were clogged by the rush of their own blood rush and the thunderous beating of their individual hearts. Raizen wished desperately that his pants would just disappear, he didn't want to stop even for a mere second to unbutton himself. The time it would take to take it off was a time he couldn't bear to part his yearning, aching body off of hers. Frustrated, he grinds harder, his breath hitching and catching, his eyes almost black. He needed release so badly it was killing him.
He groaned at the pleasure and the sweet pain of unfulfilled lust. Erotic images of what he wanted to do to her soft white supple skin assaulted his mind, pictures of her naked writhing body intoxicating his already drugged brain. God he needed her, needed the release she could give him.
Then she moaned. Deep, throaty, and lustfully.
His body jerked off of her as if pulled by invisible strings. He flew through the air backward, unaware of the supernaturalness of that movement.
Without looking at his princess, he turned and bolted, leaving a burning, yearning, and confused teenage girl to deal with her own arousal.
She'd be the death of him he knew.
In a blind panic, Raizen found himself in his guest room, the room next to his, the room with a door that leads into his bedroom. The room that would belong to his woman. The woman he'd just run away from.
He dashed into the connecting ensuite bathroom, a huge jacuzzi occupying the middle of the room. He turned on the coldest shower possible, the overhead shower head spitting out icy cold water. He ran under it.
Ice cold water rose to fill the jacuzzi from the bottom, cold rainwater poured down on him from the showerhead above. Between the two sources of flowing ice-cold water, Raizen's body heat met the wetness and sizzled. The cold was not penetrating into his skin fast enough. He felt feverishly hot, impossibly burning even under the assault of icy water that would have given another person pneumonia within minutes.
His eyes were closed shut, focused on a silly commercial song he'd heard, trying to distract himself from the creamy alabaster skin he'd feasted on mere minutes ago. He tried to ignore her night blue-sky eyes, tried to ignore her summery taste of lavender and vanilla. He moaned, his private member far from satisfied and nowhere near limp even though the water he stood in was so cold, it could freeze blood.
He tried to ignore her delicious taste, the softness of her lips, her hot breath on his skin. He let out a frustrated scream.
Obviously, his efforts weren't working.
He dropped himself ungraceful into the almost full jacuzzi, trying to submerge his whole being. He began to count sheep backward in his head.
'100 sheep jumping over the fence, one broke his leg and died tragically.'
'99 sheep flying over the moon, one looked down and fell fell fell.'
'98 sheep flew through the sun, one burnt up and I had a good lunch.'
'97 sheep…'
A Memory
Two weeks had passed since the battle with Galaxia ended. The universe and the earth were at peace at last, saved once again from certain doom by the soldier of the moon who alone had seen goodness in the heart of a broken soldier.
Freed from Chaos' destructive influence, Galaxia chose to travel to all the planets she'd destroyed under the control of Chaos to help with rebuilding and healing. Though the scouts of the universe had at first been hesitant to receive the aid of the one who'd destroyed their worlds, with Sailor Moon's assurances and cajoling, they'd reluctantly agreed.
With all the sailor soldiers gone including the Starlights, the earth soldiers and their Prince and Princess finally had time to reflect on everything they've gone through since they first became soldiers.
Tuxedo Mask, a.k.a Darien Mamoru Shields seemed particularly bothered by the war with Chaos and Galaxia. Recognizing how foolishly he'd acted in deciding to study abroad a course he could easily learn in Japan, and getting killed in the process, leaving his Princess with no clue to his whereabouts, he reflected on his priorities.
Being saved AGAIN by his lady, whom he had ditched to pursue goals that will have no impact on his future as Neo King, he decided then and there that it was time to focus on building his true future. For the first time in their 2 years long relationship, he allowed the Moon Princess to see his wants and his needs.
He allowed himself to see her as a woman, not as a girl he was waiting on to grow up. Dying and coming back to life had changed his perspective. He was guaranteed only this moment, and this moment in his life did not yet include his precious daughter. He had to make sure that he didn't die again before Rini was born. So he invited his Princess on a date.
Serena was delirious with happiness. Her Prince was no longer planning on going to America to study. He'd told her that being with her was more important than going to school at a prestigious university in America. At first, she'd argued against him giving up his dream but he'd assured her that there were many great doctors in Japan who didn't have a Harvard education and he could become just as great without it. Being a firm believer in his strengths and abilities, she'd agreed to his assessment and chose to support him no matter what he intended to do.
His intentions became very clear that Sunday evening two weeks after the war with Galaxia. He took her out to one of the fanciest restaurants in their little side of the world. Wined and dined her, danced with her, and showed her more affection that night than he'd ever done in all the time they'd known each other.
Something inside Serena felt unsettling fear. She could understand that his dying again may have caused him to reprioritize his life goals but to change so drastically towards her, this man who could barely hold her hand public, was a bit unsettling. He was now touching her, kissing her not just on the cheeks and lips but around her neck, around her collarbone, opened mouth kiss….she felt exhilaration but she also felt very unnerved.
She didn't let herself dwell on his odd behavior however, she hadn't realized how starved she was for his open affection. How desperate she'd needed his attention and his confirmation of his feelings for her.
She also reasoned that his sudden affectionate actions towards her weren't entirely out of character. Well, the intensity was new but him showing her affection after a battle that left one or both of them hurt or dead wasn't new. Every time they defeated an enemy that caused severe pain to one or both of them, he showed just a little more affection than normal. This happened with Queen Beryl of the Negaverse, Prince Diamond of Crystal Tokyo, Nehelania of the dead moon, Fiore, his childhood friend and so on. So what if this time he was being a little more intense, a little too open and even forceful? It would all be gone anyways. Once his fears from his death are gone, he'd returned to the distant boyfriend she'd always had. Sad as it sounded, she chose to soak in all the affections she could so when he returned to his usual self, she'd have a few good memories to last her to the next time one of them got hurt.
It made her wonder if perhaps somewhere in her subconsciousness, the reason she often got hurt in battle or waited for him to come to rescue her was her attempt to get him to love her just a little bit more. She wouldn't be surprised.
After moonlighting her with a walk at the park, he invited her over to his apartment. All through the night, he'd been very clear what he wanted from her. She'd happily agreed to spend the night with him. To be honest, she'd waited forever for them to get physical. Sure she was only turning sixteen and in some people's eyes might be too young for sexual activities but when your boyfriend is your husband from a previous life and your duties require you to constantly put your life on the line, waiting for the societal approved time for anything is not the smartest decision.
Besides, she'd read enough books and mangas to know that sex is a special experience when done with someone you love, and she loved Darien. She hoped it would bring them closer together. Perhaps it will help him see her more as a woman, as his equal. She knew Darien loved her, but he often saw her as a little girl which made it hard for him to be physical with her.
The night didn't go exactly as she'd imagined. In her imagination, they'd been very comfortable with each other and knew exactly what to do, what to say, how to do it. The reality, however, was a bit different.
Their first time was filled with awkward movements, butterflies in their stomachs, hesitant decision-making skills, and tears over a virginity that had been too painful in its breakage. But it was the most beautiful moment Serena had ever had in her life. She'd gotten her wish, she'd felt very close to Darien that night. He'd made love to her a second time that night which had been more pleasurable, their shyness giving way to certainty and experience. He'd been gentle, teased her, told her over and over again that he loved her.
Her heart, which was bruised from his absence in which she had not known he was dead, finally began to heal. They hardly got any sleep that night. They couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other and his mouth was constantly trailing over her soft flesh. She'd cried tears of joy and tears of heartbreak. Two years of wanting this closely with him finally granted.
They fell asleep around dawn, waking up to the sunlight in the middle of the day. He'd made her brunch, their lips finding ways to touch at every turn. She'd gone back to her parents' house that evening, feeling rejuvenated and freshly in love all over again.
Since this was not the first time the girls had covered for her so she could stay at Darien's place, they did not question her, she kept her vanished virginity to herself, deciding that this was a memory she wasn't ready to share with anyone else.
Throughout that week, the two lovers shyly found ways to hold hands, kiss, touch but they were too shy to admit they wanted to make love again. Darien's usual preference of distance seemed to have scrambled off somewhere and his loving playful side was released from its cage. Instead of going to the arcade to wait for her as per usual, he was picking her up from school instead. The town's most famous couple seemed to be even more in love, incurring the jealousy and admiration of many.
By Friday though, Darien could no longer ignore his need for his Princess. He hadn't anticipated that in making love to her once he'd want her more. He also hadn't anticipated that he wouldn't be able to see her as a little child anymore. It made him hopeful that she would truly become the Neo Queen he was infatuated. So he picked up his little Moon Princess after school that day, drove her to Tokyo for an art festival, and when they returned home from an adventurous afternoon, he began to woo her again.
As soon as they entered his apartment, he lifted her up into his arms, turning her so her front was to him. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, a thrilling sensation zinging through her body. She'd wanted this all week but had been too shy to ask. His lips found her breast through her clothes and with each step to his bedroom, he sucked on her nipples. Her body rippling with desire and lust, wanting, needing. When he laid her on the bed, he didn't attack her right away. No, he chose to play and torment. Between every kiss, every caress, he tickled her.
Rolling and tumbling of the bed multiple times, the two laughed and loved until the torment was too much and she needed him as much as she needed her next breath. Breathing became difficult, her body temperature rising to epic proportions. She laid beneath him, twisting, her need blinding her to all else. Watching her squirm, her pale skin gone pink, wanting him, needing him filled Darien with a sense of power he became almost drunk with it. And his own lust for the Princess became unbearable.
He took her breath in a deep kiss, positioning himself to her entrance for a much needed hard penetration. Just as he lifted his hips though, a shrill sound echoed into the room, distracting him. He decided to ignore the ringing of the phone, nothing in the world was more important than taking care of his Princess. As he adjusted to sink himself into her, his voice mail came on and an all too familiar voice touched his heart.
"Darien? It's me, Rini. I just arrived at the activity center, can you come get me? Are you home? Please call me back."
Although his need was evident and he could clearly see that Serena needed his attention, Darien retreated from his Princess. Sensing a change in him, Serena looked at him, her body burning with a need she could not control. She felt feverish, and intuitively, she understood that her Lunarian blood had finally awakened.
Her burning, feverish body was the physical manifestation of her Lunarian blood evaporating her human DNA. If she was going to survive, she needed Darien to open the bond between them so she could borrow his energy to combat the earth sickness she would develop.
They needed to make love at least three times for their physical bond to open up so she can transfer his energy into herself.
"Darien? What's wrong?" She asked, even as sweat pulled down her body.
"Rini is back. I need to go pick her up." Serena looked at him, uncomprehending his words.
"Pick her up?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with her fever.
"She's at the Cross Activity Center," Darien responded, lifting his body off her body. Serena reached up and touched his hand.
"Darien, please. Let one of the girls pick her up. I need you right now." she asked, tears burning in her eyes. He was really going to leave her? As she was?
"Serena it will just take a few minutes." He said, turning away from her.
"So what? You'll pick her up and drop her off at one of the girls' houses? Doesn't it make more sense for them to pick her up? Lita is much closer to her." she argued, going cold inside even as her body continued to burn.
"Serena she's our daughter!" He said testily, his temper rising as he put his pants on.
"And the girls are our family. They can take as good of a care of her as we can. Please, Darien, don't leave me like this. I need you." She begged.
He picked up his jacket and walked to the door.
"I'll be back," he said as he left her on his bed, alone, aching, crying, burning up and freezing inside all at once.
Serena laid still under the covers. Surprisingly, despite her state of arousal and Raizen ditching her, she was calm. She'd panicked for all of ten seconds. At first, Raizen's sudden disappearance brought on insecure doubts and self-destructive proclamation. She remembered two years ago when Darien left her in a situation much like this one.
'He doesn' want me.'
'He must be disgusted with me just like Darien…' the moment those thoughts came forward, she slammed them back fiercely, countering it with convicted truth.
"I want to say I'm doing this for you Serena, but to be honest, I'll die if I don't hold you, if I'm never allowed to hold you. I need this, I need to hold you, feel you. You've become my addiction, my cure, I need you more than my next breath."
"I love your laughter, I love the sound you make, the joy in your eyes and how bright your face becomes. I love it all."
"I want you, unbearably. I've wanted you from the moment you woke at my house the first time we met. You are so incredibly gorgeous, so sexy you take my breath away. I want to do nothing more than bury myself deep inside you forever."
"But I want your heart the most. Beloved, when you learn to trust me more, open up more, love me back even in the smallest percentage to how much I love you, I won't hold back anymore. I want more than just your body baby-girl, I want your everything. All of you, I want it all.
She let memories of all the assurance he'd given her wash over her, driving the doubts back to their dark corners. She chose to believe in Raizen.
'Not today. He loves me, I felt his need and I felt his heart. I'm not going to give in to doubts anymore. He left the bed, he didn't leave me. He just needs a moment, he'll be back.'
The panic dissipated, her mind free of doubts. She stayed under the comforter, letting thoughts of Raizen and his touch keep her warm and aroused even as she waited for his return, a happy smile on her face. That man wanted her badly. That thought kept her positive, the idea of being wanted a comforting balm to the bruise dealt to her 2 years ago by someone whose desire for her was as light and thin as a sheet of paper.
It took a good fifteen minutes before the cold water penetrated Raizen's heat to drive him out of it. He turned off the rainy shower and uncocked the jacuzzi to let the water drain away. The bathroom was big, the size of a ten by ten room. It had mirrored walls on every surface except the ceiling. Raizen opened a linen closet cleverly hidden behind one side of the mirrored walls, taking out a huge bath towel to dry himself and his long hair. When he was dried, he wrapped the towel around his lower torso and looked at himself in the mirror, a sick feeling rising in his gut.
"God I hope I haven't destroyed her," he whispered, real fear creeping into him. He knew how unstable Serena was, how destructive her self doubts were. He'd run away from the woman he's nearly lost, the woman who had been wounded so deeply by a man whose actions had taught her that she wasn't good enough. He hoped he hadn't done irreparable damage.
But he had to run. He'd gotten spoked. Scared. He'd been frightened by his desire for her. He'd known from the moment he met her that it was going to be all or nothing with her. He thought he was prepared for it.
He'd gotten jealous of his sister. HIS SISTER for God's sake! Though he knew Alexandra meant him no harm, knew his sister was just being her usual self, trying to break the tenseness that had settled in their bones, though he knew his sister would never in a million years want what was his, he hadn't liked the idea of Xander touching his woman.
Then he'd let images of other people touching his Serena creep into his mind for just a split second but that second was enough to arouse his most primitive possessive instincts. He'd flew at her, ripped her robe and attacked her body as if to declare, 'MINE! No one gets to touch you but me!'
The furry that had consumed him was amplified and exacerbated by his physical lust, his loneliness the past few days, and the jealousy that had risen in him at the thought of his sister touching Serena's sweet breasts.
He'd reacted.
He hadn't thought.
He'd forgotten he was dealing with a fragile flower, still working his way into her trust. He'd just wanted to claim her, brand her, leave indisputable proof that she was his. And it felt so damn good. Her soft skin...God her succulent mouth. The moment his lips drew her breath into himself, it was no longer about staking a claim, proving a point. He'd lost it all to pure unadulterated lust. He wanted….no, he needed more. Something in him had begun to burn and he knew satiation could and would only come from her.
He'd humped against her leg, desperate to stick his cock deep down her womb and into her spine. He'd clawed at her skin, taken hold of her breasts and squeezed for all he was worth. He hadn't been gentle. He'd been rough. Unnecessarily rough. But she hadn't pushed him away. Not once.
In fact, she'd embraced him completely, took his roughness and matched it with her own. THAT hadn't helped matters. He'd sensed her own desperation to be one with him, felt her own lust and need and passion. He'd known she wouldn't stop him at all. She'd readily embraced him, let him fuck her into oblivion.
Raizen leaned against the door of his guest suite, his body burning again despite the cold shower he'd just taken. His penis was stiff and fully engorged again. He looked very much like a man who was going through a very hard trial. A man drowning.
He wanted to rush back to her, continue where he left off, and this time, finish it.
He knew it was going to happen, it had to happen, and soon. He'd wanted to prolong it as long as it was possible, to get her to a place where she was completely healed and really ready to commit to another. But he knew that was going to be impossible with the way he felt about her, the way he went crazy the moment she touched him, looked at him with her beautiful soulful eyes, the yearning he could see in them, the hope to trust again.
His only other option was to distance himself from her. And that wasn't really an option. That would be a death sentence to her he knew and to himself. It wasn't going to happen. He discarded the idea quickly. It was not going to happen. He wasn't going to give up on her, give other fools the opening for them to get close to his Princess. But then what?... What was he going to do?
"I'm scared," he confessed, closing his eyes in shame.
He'd seen it. Something in himself. A hunger so dark it petrified him. Lust had driven him, rushed him, rode him so hard he'd taken it out on the body of the woman he craved like an addict. But the moment she'd moaned that sexy throaty purr, something in his mind gave way. It was as if madness had been awakened and with it a consciousness that was not really his own.
He swore he saw eyes. For a brief long second, he'd seen and felt something...something devastatingly dangerous. Something that wanted him to do very bad things to his princess. sexually, explicitly bad things. Bad things he himself wanted but was denying himself.
He'd seen into his own mind and yet felt a foreign essence about to erupt. That had been the cause of him running from Serena. He'd run, to keep his Princess safe. Whatever was in him, he needed to understand it, needed to figure it out, before he did something beyond reproachable to his young lover.
"I want you so much." He moaned out, his hand rubbing his aching bulge. He had to take care of this before he went back to her. He couldn' let her seem him like this. He didn't want her to cave to him out of a sense of responsibility.
"God I'm going crazy."
Serena heard the opening of the door and the closing of it. Then there was nothing. Her eyes were closed but her ears were alert. She felt his gaze on her. She knew he'd returned to the room. She laid still, her breathing unchanging even as her body awakened and her nipples pebbled up. She didn't know what he was waiting for, she didn't know if she should sit up and reach for him.
She was stuck in indecision.
Then she heard him start to move. Her body grew taught, her pussy drenching with wetness. Arousal and embarrassment wared inside as she waited for him. But he didn't come to bed. He just came to stand by it, looking down at her. After a few minutes of his torturous staring, she decided she'd had enough. So she opened her eyes.
Her direct view was of toned muscled thighs. She outlined those thighs with her eyes, slowly moving upwards, pausing with a shuddering breath at the bulge he was trying to hide but was failing. This man was packed in a way she'd never seen any other man, his very energy excited her lady bits. After a few minutes of ogling his massive member, she willed herself to continue the journey up his torso, up rippling eight pack abs, up a lean and graceful neck until her eyes made contact with his dark hungry eyes.
She broke out in goosebumps.
His desire blistered her, fried her, and awakened every nerve in her body. Under his heated gaze, her body yearned for some extremely sinful and explicit bad things. She flushed at her own thoughts. They stared with unhidden hunger at one another, their energies colliding in a war neither wanted to win or lose.
Ok, maybe she wanted him to lose so he would give into her. She instinctively understood his suffering, his internal battle.
This man could do her no wrong, but she could break him. Inside, a tight-fisted knit was uncurled. Her heart breathed for the first time in over two years. She'd found him. Now she just had to make sure she kept him.
Finding courage in his words, in his gaze, in the memories they'd made in the short while they've known each other, she slowly lifted herself from under the covers, her naked creamy body on full display, her breasts standing tall and proud, her nipples hard as a rock. This man wanted her...no he needed her. He needed her as much as she needed him. He could take her and she would be all too happy to give herself to him fully.
In fact, she might just jump him if he didn't.
But she knew he wasn't going to make love to her. She'd shown him brokenness after brokenness from the moment she met him. Until he was sure that she was healed, that she truly fully desired him, her lust and want of him unmotivated by anything other than love and trust, he was going to fight his urges.
She also knew he'd fail. And if he took her in a moment of unguarded passion, he'd never forgive himself and it would hurt him.
Raizen would forever put her needs first. She could do the same for him, and for herself. She knew she shouldn't convince him to make love to her although she was certain that she could and she so desperately wanted that. It was important for their minds to join as one before their bodies though. She couldn't harm him by melting his resolve at a time he was so uncertain, but she could at least ease his pain because that bulge in between his legs had to be painful. He needed release, and so did she.
She crawled to the edge of the bed where he stood, unaware of how her moving body caused precum to escape his hard cock. He wanted to bolt again but his feet would not move, he couldn't tear his eyes off of her. He took a slow step back but couldn't move any further despite the warning bells running rampage in his brain.
When she sat at the end of the bed looking up at him in all her glorious nakedness, he felt so tightly woven it hurt like a motherfucker. She stood to her feet, trembling. Then she did the unthinkable, she hugged her body to his, reached her fingers into his hair, and massaged his scalp.
He choked on air. He stood so still he might have been a statue, a stricken look on his face.
She smiled slowly up at him, letting her eyes convey all that her lips could not. She brought his head low to hers and opened her mouth to take his. He shuddered involuntarily, his fist clenching to stop himself from taking the lobes of her ass in his ready hands and hoisting her onto his shaft. God he was going to die, he just knew it. She let her tongue explore his mouth sensually, nibbled his soft bottom lip, sucked on his tongue and caused ripples to stir over his skin and inside his being while he chanted, 'Oh God, oh God, oh God…' over and over again in his head.
She removed her mouth, causing him to gasp loudly, his mouth fast releasing air. His lungs burned from holding it in. His legs gave out under him. Unbidden, he fell forward, his hand catching the edge of the bed to steady himself. Serena did not fall on the bed, she'd anticipated his unsteadiness. Instead, she used his bent posture to her advantage, kissing around his face, ears, down his neck as he breathed roughly. Real tears burned down his cheeks in frustration. He couldn't do it, he couldn't hold back anymore. She lowered her body down his torso, kissing each individual ab pack, her fingers dancing over his overheated skin. She took a long lick down his chest, stopping only when she reached the area between his abs and cock.
"Please" he cried, his body shaking. It was a cry of pure pain and torture. He was telling her to stop. He was telling her never to stop. She chose to hear his heart and not torture him.
Before he could grasp what she was doing and try to stop her, she fisted his cock, eliciting a loud cry out of him and stuffed his very large, very pulsing cock into her mouth.
"No!' He cried but it was too late, he was a goner. His hands which he'd intended to push her back instead grasped her head and he drove his shaft deeper into her mouth, sweet pain making him shudder so violently, he spilled his seed into her mouth and she took it all in, taking care of the man who'd shown her nothing but love and acceptance from the moment they met as strangers to their present undeniable and unwavering bond.
For better or for worse, this was the man she was choosing for the rest of her life.
He was hers, and she gladly gave herself over to him.
She sucked him dry and did not stop until he physically moved her away after his third eruption. They'd made their way onto the bed at some point as she loved and sucked on him. He'd cried out time and again, the fire burning inside receding slowly to a simmering burn, waiting for the time it can erupt like a roaring volcano. When that time came, she would burn with everything he's pushed into her. She'd burn and burn until there was nothing left but the fire.
When he lifted her off his cock, he sat her on his face much to her surprise and returned the favor. His tongue dove into her mercilessly, attacking every crevice he could reach. She cried out over and over again, her own pain and pleasure decimating her mental faculties. He gave her everything he could, togue her sweetly, gently, fiercely, deeply. He did stop after her first or her third orgasm. He kept at it, wanting to eat her alive. She tasted oh so sweet. He could live on her juices alone. Her sweet nectar would forever be his preference over everything. He was going to drink as often as he could from her, drink until she ran dried and begged him to stop. And he did so until she was too sensitive to take anymore assault, her body shivering like a junkie on withdrawal.
He pulled her down halfway underneath him and covered them both with the blanket. Then he took her mouth in his and made love to her sweet mouth, tasting her, tasting himself on her. It was slow, sensational, and deep. His tongue doing everything he wished he could be doing with his shaft. There would be a time for that. Both contented to end their night in each other's arms. He kissed her again and again. Even when sleep took her away, he kissed her. He kept kissing her, so grateful for the gift his beautiful girl had given him. She'd slaked his thirst, made his lust and need bearable. She'd given of herself and hadn't even expected that he'd give it back to her.
He was thoroughly in love with the woman in his arms and he was embracing everything that came with her.
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
As I promised. Here you go. Forgive the bad grammar and spelling errors. They are not my strong suit. Working on Chapter 16. Please REVIEW. it motivates me to write when I know people are reading it.
A big THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed chapter 14! That helped to motivate me to get this chapter done! Thank you!
