Wheeeewwwww.I am so, so sorry for not updating this story sooner. I have
been in the process of perfecting the first chapter of my first original
work and also I have been in Europe for two months and I did not have
access to a computer. Now that I have returned, I plan on working my butt
of to complete this story for all of those viewers out there, which I'd
like to take this quick time to thank all of you for your determination in
getting me to finish this chapter and this story. I know that I have been
busy, and I will remain busy for quite some time, but I will try my hardest
to make this story proud. Anyways, enough babbling.and onto the next
chapter!
Whips and Chains
Motoki gazed in wonder as he took the grand tour of his pal's grandest achievements. The place had certainly changed, in a good way, but more so did the building's front secretary. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ami look so amazing.
Her hair, which had once been a lengthy three feet during their high school days, had been chopped off to a short and snug brush against her soft neck and skull, although it still remained its lovely shade of mystic blue. Her eyes had grown deeper cerulean than before, and her body had certainly filled out in that crisp, little skirt and blouse. He imagined she was a vision underneath.
He sighed. It only brought back horrible memories to think of Ami in a sexual way. It had brought back the guilt of force and the pain of heartbreak. It was because of him that Ami had been ordered to cease her dating from him, and it was because of him that he witnessed both his and her heart breaking from loss of communication. Damn him.
Just the sheer memory of her seemed to pull him closer to wanting to visit Mamoru's humble abode sooner than planned, although he know it was wrong of him. Being around her for his month long stay was sure to be a dangerous hell for the both of them.
"So, Motoki, what brings you here to Slavers Inc. at such short notice and much, much earlier than planned?"
The sandy-blonde heartbreaker stared up at his friend. It was as if Mamoru could read his mind. What could he say? How could he even explain the pain he had caused the one person who wanted him for love, not for an evening romp.
Motoki cleared his voice. "Well, I was in town and I still haven't taken a vacation yet from work, so I decided to just spend a nice month or two here, since you seem so welcome to visitors. Besides, I've been rather frustrated after dating this chick who wouldn't give me anything but a few crucial answers to some personal questions. So, I've been rather pent up and hungry for some women." He winked to Mamoru.
All Mamoru could do was laugh. "Well, then I'll see to it that you get our best love slaves for the evening, and maybe if you're observant enough to see one you like, I'll give you half off the usual price for my talented, working women. How does that sound?"
Motoki thought to himself. What if he found someone to take his mind off of Ami long enough for the month to go by quickly? That was something that didn't take much consideration as Motoki smiled and held out his hand.
"It's a deal."
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Emerald quietly meditated under her four-poster, softly stirring her martini in its glass. It had been a while since she had encountered a chance meeting with Miss Hot Stuff, whom was currently showering upstairs in Mr. Chiba's master suite. After all, Emerald did deserve to give the girl a beating for stealing the eye and attention of the only man that she had ever deeply cared for in the slaving business. Diamond had been stolen from her, and she didn't appreciate her possessions being taken.
Everything would have been alright if Diamond would have just merely had a tiny crush on the woman, but now, he was bent on possessing her, the way he had once possessed Emerald when she was the slave of Mamoru Chiba. She had first hand experience that Diamond would go to any length of matter to get what he wanted. And now, he seemed to want Usagi.
How dare that bitch! How could she even trap him like that, body and soul? How could she even remotely compare to what Emerald herself had, and how could she offer anything better? Even Diamond's lovemaking had been poisoned by Usagi's spell. Once, when Emerald and Diamond had been getting hot and heavy under his satin sheets, she could swear she hear him mumble out Usagi's name instead of her own. And instead of making her mad, it only made her sad. It brought down her hopes that she could have anything she wished for, and Emerald never did like her sacred wall being torn down by some rape victim whose body had been tainted by much older men. What a filthy waste of life.
Emerald could hear the booming laughter of two men down the hall from her room. She recognized the loudest voice, which belonged to Mr. Chiba, but the second voice she could not identify. Perhaps now would be the greatest time to sneak into Mamoru's suite and convince that little bitch that she had nothing on Emerald.
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Mamoru was glad that Motoki had come to visit, but the only thing his mind could zone in on was the thought of that pretty, little blonde waiting upstairs in his suite, probably half naked and steaming wet from the fresh shower she said that she was going to take. The thought brought chills down Mamoru's back.
Since the night they first had sex, no.it was more like making love, Mamoru couldn't get Usagi out of his head. She was always there, nestled between the perverted and the sensible sections of the brain. She had somehow wheedled herself into a hole in his mind and the thought of her just wouldn't fade. Perhaps he could just find himself another slave to play with to clear the distractions of Usagi.but he couldn't do that to her. Nope. No matter what she did to fry his brain with dreams and fantasies of making much more than love with her and building it with pleasure beyond belief, he could not just leave her hanging from some short limb that she never had much slack on in the first place. He had to remember that she was much more fragile than the other girls, and he'd have to be much gentler with her.
"Yo, Mamoru, watch where you're going!"
As soon as Mamoru could comprehend what Motoki was yelling at him, he had smacked right into Emerald. He looked up at her quickly, checking mentally on whether or not he had looked totally obvious of zoning.
Emerald brushed herself off lightly, although with her dramatics, she acted as though she had just been assaulted by a beggar.
"Well, excuse me, Mr. Chiba, but I am very late to an important.engagement, although I do hope you'll exchange the wasted time you have for daydreaming for something more useful, like remodeling the guest rooms. I do say that this poor gentleman with you will have the revolting pleasure of sleeping in a room that's been under construction for years." Then she took one long look at Motoki and smirked.
"Perhaps you could show this gentleman to my room and I could show him exactly how to spend a worthy amount of time here at Slavers Inc." She batted her eyelids at both Mamoru and Motoki, as if expecting some sort of compliment or pay raise. With long hesitation, she "hmphed" her way down the hall into the elevator, pressing the top floor buttons in secrecy, glad that she would soon be long done with her deed once she returned to the floors below.
And while Emerald worked out her devious plan to rid of the ever-popular Usagi, Mamoru returned to his thoughts; on a more careful basis at least.
Motoki cleared his throat. "So, as I was saying, I think I am going to like my stay here at Slavers Inc. And maybe if we both play our cards right, I'll think about buying one of your little "hmphy" women here." And just to make Motoki happy, Mamoru laughed right along with him, although his mind was long gone from the second floor.
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Usagi stepped out from the balcony into the breezy room. The white satin curtains behind her billowed out around her, and she felt like a fresh, clean goddess. Mamoru's room was so huge, she often wondered if it was really a whole other building on top of one large company. Mamoru owned two floors where he slept on the top and did business on the lower. It was his own little house built accordingly to his priorities and demands. That was one thing that led her to adoring this man.
Usagi sighed. She knew that it was hopeless to ever fall in love with a slave master, especially one as handsome and serious with his work as Mamoru Chiba. Yet, Usagi was born hopeless and foolish, so it didn't seem like much could damage her life anymore from what it already was.
Just then, the doorbell rang, causing Usagi to be vomited out of her confusing reverie and onto the reality in which was painful still. Hoping that it was her heart's beloved and her mind's terror, she tore through the bedroom into the living area where she flung open the door.
Mad with rage, Emerald, the slave a few stories down, pounced herself down upon the withering blonde, clawing at her with sharp nails that grew longer each day. Usagi, defending herself with whatever rights she had left, kicked Emerald hard in the stomach, flinging all four of her limbs about, desperately trying to pry off the green-haired woman on top of her.
Rolling around the room in mindless fury, they toppled over several small items on the living room carpet, including shoes, briefcases, papers, and small writing utensils. Ripping off shreds of clothes along the way by distractions in their anger route, their conclusion in the fight ended with Mamoru and Motoki stepping through the front door, watching with horror and instinctive male desire as each girl punched, kicked, and flirted along the edge of disaster.
After a moment's hesitation, Mamoru finally pried off Emerald from Usagi and threw her out of his suite. Without any words spoken, he closed the door, lifted Usagi up from the ground, and carried her off to his bedroom, slamming his door along the way.
Scratching his head in confusion, Motoki decided that perhaps he should take a hint, and stepped out of Mamoru's suite. He stared down at the young beauty on the ground before him, her lip bleeding from Usagi's painful blows, and her nails bent and torn from scratching up her enemy one too many a time. Sighing with frustration at the sight of a woman in distress, Motoki bent down to look into her eyes.
"Are you alright, miss?" Emerald looked back at him and smiled slightly, plans forming around in her head, images tossed around in her mind like words in an author's. Nodding up and down with as much energy as she could muster, she relaxed against the white walls of the hall, recently stained crimson behind her from the injuries along her lower neck and skull.
Choosing to be the hero, Motoki took her hand and helped pull her up to her feet.
"Let's get you to my room to clean you up."
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Mamoru dabbed one of his designer washcloths into a saucer of hot water, and placed it gently over one of Usagi's cuts. She winced with pain.
Although he had no idea why the two women were fighting, just the thought of it made him sick to his stomach with anger, and an undeniable fit of passion. The sight of Usagi with practically all of her clothes ripped off by another woman was so frustrating that he was surprised that he didn't just fling himself into the chaos and beg for a round of a threesome fucking. But his better emotions took a hold of him and held him down to the level of his heart, and instead of demanding sex, he would demand for answers, but he knew it would be much wiser to ask when Usagi was healed.
Usagi gazed up into his dark blue eyes, searching for some sort of answer, or at least some sort of mental illness. Was he even supposed to be treating his slave like this, with so much tender, loving care? It seemed quite odd that even though she was breathing hard and in so much more pain than she could want, she still only thought of him. She didn't care why that bitch Emerald took swings at her, or even who Mamoru had brought along with him to his suite. All she knew and cared about was the man who was currently tending to her battle wounds.
"Mamoru." Speaking softly, she smiled up at him. He took the liberty of returning her gaze and smiled back at her, although a hint of fury and sadness still gleamed madness in his eyes. She felt guilty for hurting him like this, but what was she to tell him? That she just somehow ended up on the floor with Emerald clawing and scratching at her like a cat would with a rug or post? She had absolutely no clue as to why Emerald would want to cause her pain, but what she did know was that she should repay the favor to Mamoru. Perhaps she should tend to his wounds, however physical or emotional they may be.
She gently touched his hand and brought it down to the bed, away from her wounds, away from her pain. Mamoru focused on her touch. It was so soft and inviting, and for once, he didn't feel welcome to take her body. She was too fragile, too lovely, and much too innocent. How could he take control of her body like that? How could he ravish Usagi just as he had in his mind, his fantasies? She didn't deserve that, and he didn't deserve to feel so damn guilty by what his head told him. He would just have to resist her touch.
But when her lips reached his and when she started to strip off his suit so slowly, so very slowly, he felt himself fall deeper than before, and he was sure that he would be sent straight to Hell.
He moaned her name ever so softly. "Usagi, mmm, Usagi." Oh, how his words were like a prayer to her. She depended on everything that he said, everything that he did, and tonight, everything would depend on the both of them. She needed him and she was for sure that he needed her. She would give herself again to him tonight and perhaps they would share a miracle like the night before. After all, it only seemed possible that dreams could repeat.
Pulling her down to the satin sheets of the king size mattress, Mamoru was compelled to transfer every ounce of pleasure and energy into her lithe, exiguous body. Tonight would be their night for blind passion and endless lovemaking. And oh, how ready he was to show her just how much he cared.
Tearing off whatever articles of clothing she had left on, he forced Usagi down, down, down into the hidden crevices of the bed, pushing his muscled weight upon her, his manhood surprisingly larger and heavier than ever before. His hands traveled everywhere, from the tip of her forehead to the crest of each breast, and then down to the widely awake peak between her goddess-like legs. Slipping at least three fingers into her mound, he could feel her writhe and jerk under him, and the feeling was so great, so much more greater than ever felt.
His mouth reached her chest, and his tongue beckoned a rock hard nipple. He sucked and teased and pleasured with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Usagi was in exquisite agony, and desire swept through her like a wave in the mighty ocean. Orgasms hit roughly through her body, Mamoru's fingers still inserted into her aching mound. She felt very wet, and very aroused.
Raking her nails along the back of Mamoru's lean shoulder, she begged for the union with her moans. She had never wanted anything this much before in her life, and for once, she treasured sex like it was glory. A painful glory that twitched and trembled and depended on life itself to sustain any kind of survival that would ensure that her pleasure would never die.
Giving in to Usagi's pleads, Mamoru drove himself into her peak, tearing past any boundaries that lay forth between their needed union. The pain was so blinding that Usagi closed her eyes and shook violently, her body throbbing with desire and utter torture. His thrusts were so rough, so coarse, that Usagi dared to think that she might convulse around him.
He was mad with passion and burning with a spiritual fire that scorched him whenever he thought of Usagi as his eternal mate. It seemed almost remotely impossible how in tune their bodies were to each other and how well they fit together. The puzzle felt complete, and as Mamoru felt his lasting climax build up to explode, sending his seed flowing through his beloved's body, he wondered if another part of the puzzle would soon be created from the union they shared so intimately.
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Well, I'm sorry this chapter took so long. Hopefully it won't take me much longer to complete the next one, but I'm hoping that you like this chapter. Sorry for all of the wait. JLY! Bunny Moonstar ^.^
Whips and Chains
Motoki gazed in wonder as he took the grand tour of his pal's grandest achievements. The place had certainly changed, in a good way, but more so did the building's front secretary. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ami look so amazing.
Her hair, which had once been a lengthy three feet during their high school days, had been chopped off to a short and snug brush against her soft neck and skull, although it still remained its lovely shade of mystic blue. Her eyes had grown deeper cerulean than before, and her body had certainly filled out in that crisp, little skirt and blouse. He imagined she was a vision underneath.
He sighed. It only brought back horrible memories to think of Ami in a sexual way. It had brought back the guilt of force and the pain of heartbreak. It was because of him that Ami had been ordered to cease her dating from him, and it was because of him that he witnessed both his and her heart breaking from loss of communication. Damn him.
Just the sheer memory of her seemed to pull him closer to wanting to visit Mamoru's humble abode sooner than planned, although he know it was wrong of him. Being around her for his month long stay was sure to be a dangerous hell for the both of them.
"So, Motoki, what brings you here to Slavers Inc. at such short notice and much, much earlier than planned?"
The sandy-blonde heartbreaker stared up at his friend. It was as if Mamoru could read his mind. What could he say? How could he even explain the pain he had caused the one person who wanted him for love, not for an evening romp.
Motoki cleared his voice. "Well, I was in town and I still haven't taken a vacation yet from work, so I decided to just spend a nice month or two here, since you seem so welcome to visitors. Besides, I've been rather frustrated after dating this chick who wouldn't give me anything but a few crucial answers to some personal questions. So, I've been rather pent up and hungry for some women." He winked to Mamoru.
All Mamoru could do was laugh. "Well, then I'll see to it that you get our best love slaves for the evening, and maybe if you're observant enough to see one you like, I'll give you half off the usual price for my talented, working women. How does that sound?"
Motoki thought to himself. What if he found someone to take his mind off of Ami long enough for the month to go by quickly? That was something that didn't take much consideration as Motoki smiled and held out his hand.
"It's a deal."
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Emerald quietly meditated under her four-poster, softly stirring her martini in its glass. It had been a while since she had encountered a chance meeting with Miss Hot Stuff, whom was currently showering upstairs in Mr. Chiba's master suite. After all, Emerald did deserve to give the girl a beating for stealing the eye and attention of the only man that she had ever deeply cared for in the slaving business. Diamond had been stolen from her, and she didn't appreciate her possessions being taken.
Everything would have been alright if Diamond would have just merely had a tiny crush on the woman, but now, he was bent on possessing her, the way he had once possessed Emerald when she was the slave of Mamoru Chiba. She had first hand experience that Diamond would go to any length of matter to get what he wanted. And now, he seemed to want Usagi.
How dare that bitch! How could she even trap him like that, body and soul? How could she even remotely compare to what Emerald herself had, and how could she offer anything better? Even Diamond's lovemaking had been poisoned by Usagi's spell. Once, when Emerald and Diamond had been getting hot and heavy under his satin sheets, she could swear she hear him mumble out Usagi's name instead of her own. And instead of making her mad, it only made her sad. It brought down her hopes that she could have anything she wished for, and Emerald never did like her sacred wall being torn down by some rape victim whose body had been tainted by much older men. What a filthy waste of life.
Emerald could hear the booming laughter of two men down the hall from her room. She recognized the loudest voice, which belonged to Mr. Chiba, but the second voice she could not identify. Perhaps now would be the greatest time to sneak into Mamoru's suite and convince that little bitch that she had nothing on Emerald.
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Mamoru was glad that Motoki had come to visit, but the only thing his mind could zone in on was the thought of that pretty, little blonde waiting upstairs in his suite, probably half naked and steaming wet from the fresh shower she said that she was going to take. The thought brought chills down Mamoru's back.
Since the night they first had sex, no.it was more like making love, Mamoru couldn't get Usagi out of his head. She was always there, nestled between the perverted and the sensible sections of the brain. She had somehow wheedled herself into a hole in his mind and the thought of her just wouldn't fade. Perhaps he could just find himself another slave to play with to clear the distractions of Usagi.but he couldn't do that to her. Nope. No matter what she did to fry his brain with dreams and fantasies of making much more than love with her and building it with pleasure beyond belief, he could not just leave her hanging from some short limb that she never had much slack on in the first place. He had to remember that she was much more fragile than the other girls, and he'd have to be much gentler with her.
"Yo, Mamoru, watch where you're going!"
As soon as Mamoru could comprehend what Motoki was yelling at him, he had smacked right into Emerald. He looked up at her quickly, checking mentally on whether or not he had looked totally obvious of zoning.
Emerald brushed herself off lightly, although with her dramatics, she acted as though she had just been assaulted by a beggar.
"Well, excuse me, Mr. Chiba, but I am very late to an important.engagement, although I do hope you'll exchange the wasted time you have for daydreaming for something more useful, like remodeling the guest rooms. I do say that this poor gentleman with you will have the revolting pleasure of sleeping in a room that's been under construction for years." Then she took one long look at Motoki and smirked.
"Perhaps you could show this gentleman to my room and I could show him exactly how to spend a worthy amount of time here at Slavers Inc." She batted her eyelids at both Mamoru and Motoki, as if expecting some sort of compliment or pay raise. With long hesitation, she "hmphed" her way down the hall into the elevator, pressing the top floor buttons in secrecy, glad that she would soon be long done with her deed once she returned to the floors below.
And while Emerald worked out her devious plan to rid of the ever-popular Usagi, Mamoru returned to his thoughts; on a more careful basis at least.
Motoki cleared his throat. "So, as I was saying, I think I am going to like my stay here at Slavers Inc. And maybe if we both play our cards right, I'll think about buying one of your little "hmphy" women here." And just to make Motoki happy, Mamoru laughed right along with him, although his mind was long gone from the second floor.
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Usagi stepped out from the balcony into the breezy room. The white satin curtains behind her billowed out around her, and she felt like a fresh, clean goddess. Mamoru's room was so huge, she often wondered if it was really a whole other building on top of one large company. Mamoru owned two floors where he slept on the top and did business on the lower. It was his own little house built accordingly to his priorities and demands. That was one thing that led her to adoring this man.
Usagi sighed. She knew that it was hopeless to ever fall in love with a slave master, especially one as handsome and serious with his work as Mamoru Chiba. Yet, Usagi was born hopeless and foolish, so it didn't seem like much could damage her life anymore from what it already was.
Just then, the doorbell rang, causing Usagi to be vomited out of her confusing reverie and onto the reality in which was painful still. Hoping that it was her heart's beloved and her mind's terror, she tore through the bedroom into the living area where she flung open the door.
Mad with rage, Emerald, the slave a few stories down, pounced herself down upon the withering blonde, clawing at her with sharp nails that grew longer each day. Usagi, defending herself with whatever rights she had left, kicked Emerald hard in the stomach, flinging all four of her limbs about, desperately trying to pry off the green-haired woman on top of her.
Rolling around the room in mindless fury, they toppled over several small items on the living room carpet, including shoes, briefcases, papers, and small writing utensils. Ripping off shreds of clothes along the way by distractions in their anger route, their conclusion in the fight ended with Mamoru and Motoki stepping through the front door, watching with horror and instinctive male desire as each girl punched, kicked, and flirted along the edge of disaster.
After a moment's hesitation, Mamoru finally pried off Emerald from Usagi and threw her out of his suite. Without any words spoken, he closed the door, lifted Usagi up from the ground, and carried her off to his bedroom, slamming his door along the way.
Scratching his head in confusion, Motoki decided that perhaps he should take a hint, and stepped out of Mamoru's suite. He stared down at the young beauty on the ground before him, her lip bleeding from Usagi's painful blows, and her nails bent and torn from scratching up her enemy one too many a time. Sighing with frustration at the sight of a woman in distress, Motoki bent down to look into her eyes.
"Are you alright, miss?" Emerald looked back at him and smiled slightly, plans forming around in her head, images tossed around in her mind like words in an author's. Nodding up and down with as much energy as she could muster, she relaxed against the white walls of the hall, recently stained crimson behind her from the injuries along her lower neck and skull.
Choosing to be the hero, Motoki took her hand and helped pull her up to her feet.
"Let's get you to my room to clean you up."
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Mamoru dabbed one of his designer washcloths into a saucer of hot water, and placed it gently over one of Usagi's cuts. She winced with pain.
Although he had no idea why the two women were fighting, just the thought of it made him sick to his stomach with anger, and an undeniable fit of passion. The sight of Usagi with practically all of her clothes ripped off by another woman was so frustrating that he was surprised that he didn't just fling himself into the chaos and beg for a round of a threesome fucking. But his better emotions took a hold of him and held him down to the level of his heart, and instead of demanding sex, he would demand for answers, but he knew it would be much wiser to ask when Usagi was healed.
Usagi gazed up into his dark blue eyes, searching for some sort of answer, or at least some sort of mental illness. Was he even supposed to be treating his slave like this, with so much tender, loving care? It seemed quite odd that even though she was breathing hard and in so much more pain than she could want, she still only thought of him. She didn't care why that bitch Emerald took swings at her, or even who Mamoru had brought along with him to his suite. All she knew and cared about was the man who was currently tending to her battle wounds.
"Mamoru." Speaking softly, she smiled up at him. He took the liberty of returning her gaze and smiled back at her, although a hint of fury and sadness still gleamed madness in his eyes. She felt guilty for hurting him like this, but what was she to tell him? That she just somehow ended up on the floor with Emerald clawing and scratching at her like a cat would with a rug or post? She had absolutely no clue as to why Emerald would want to cause her pain, but what she did know was that she should repay the favor to Mamoru. Perhaps she should tend to his wounds, however physical or emotional they may be.
She gently touched his hand and brought it down to the bed, away from her wounds, away from her pain. Mamoru focused on her touch. It was so soft and inviting, and for once, he didn't feel welcome to take her body. She was too fragile, too lovely, and much too innocent. How could he take control of her body like that? How could he ravish Usagi just as he had in his mind, his fantasies? She didn't deserve that, and he didn't deserve to feel so damn guilty by what his head told him. He would just have to resist her touch.
But when her lips reached his and when she started to strip off his suit so slowly, so very slowly, he felt himself fall deeper than before, and he was sure that he would be sent straight to Hell.
He moaned her name ever so softly. "Usagi, mmm, Usagi." Oh, how his words were like a prayer to her. She depended on everything that he said, everything that he did, and tonight, everything would depend on the both of them. She needed him and she was for sure that he needed her. She would give herself again to him tonight and perhaps they would share a miracle like the night before. After all, it only seemed possible that dreams could repeat.
Pulling her down to the satin sheets of the king size mattress, Mamoru was compelled to transfer every ounce of pleasure and energy into her lithe, exiguous body. Tonight would be their night for blind passion and endless lovemaking. And oh, how ready he was to show her just how much he cared.
Tearing off whatever articles of clothing she had left on, he forced Usagi down, down, down into the hidden crevices of the bed, pushing his muscled weight upon her, his manhood surprisingly larger and heavier than ever before. His hands traveled everywhere, from the tip of her forehead to the crest of each breast, and then down to the widely awake peak between her goddess-like legs. Slipping at least three fingers into her mound, he could feel her writhe and jerk under him, and the feeling was so great, so much more greater than ever felt.
His mouth reached her chest, and his tongue beckoned a rock hard nipple. He sucked and teased and pleasured with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Usagi was in exquisite agony, and desire swept through her like a wave in the mighty ocean. Orgasms hit roughly through her body, Mamoru's fingers still inserted into her aching mound. She felt very wet, and very aroused.
Raking her nails along the back of Mamoru's lean shoulder, she begged for the union with her moans. She had never wanted anything this much before in her life, and for once, she treasured sex like it was glory. A painful glory that twitched and trembled and depended on life itself to sustain any kind of survival that would ensure that her pleasure would never die.
Giving in to Usagi's pleads, Mamoru drove himself into her peak, tearing past any boundaries that lay forth between their needed union. The pain was so blinding that Usagi closed her eyes and shook violently, her body throbbing with desire and utter torture. His thrusts were so rough, so coarse, that Usagi dared to think that she might convulse around him.
He was mad with passion and burning with a spiritual fire that scorched him whenever he thought of Usagi as his eternal mate. It seemed almost remotely impossible how in tune their bodies were to each other and how well they fit together. The puzzle felt complete, and as Mamoru felt his lasting climax build up to explode, sending his seed flowing through his beloved's body, he wondered if another part of the puzzle would soon be created from the union they shared so intimately.
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Well, I'm sorry this chapter took so long. Hopefully it won't take me much longer to complete the next one, but I'm hoping that you like this chapter. Sorry for all of the wait. JLY! Bunny Moonstar ^.^