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Just a friendly warning, this chapter contains lemon. Yes, this story is rated M for a reason.
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V^^ To Love A Vampire ^^V
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For the second time in less than a week Tsukune Aono woke up in a hospital room.
I really need to get a better hobby, was of course, the first thing that came to mind. As he willed his disoriented vision to clarity, much to its displeasure, he noticed that he wasn't as alone as he first thought. A mass of purple seemed to be resting against his one side, and as his sight cleared further he realized it was hair. Who do I know with purple hair?
This was all answered when the mass mumbled sleepily and adjusted its position, throwing a pale arm over his chest and setting very soft flesh against his side. Tsukune couldn't resist the groan that rumbled through him at the feeling, and soon bright blue eyes were looking up at him. The confused blink those beautiful eyes gave as they looked into his wine-colored orbs was too cute, and he found himself smiling, even though he knew now this had to be a dream.
"It's Mizore-chan this time?" he whispered pitifully. "My dreams really need to stop getting so damn realistic…"
The confusion on her face quickly warped into a predatory grin over her lollipop, and in any other situation he would have gulped. He knew by now though that any time he woke up with a girl in his bed—any bed—it was pretty much guaranteed to be a dream. A nice dream, but a dream nonetheless. The woman by his side had since moved herself onto all fours, and before his eyes she stalked up his body until she was straddling his waist, her face mere inches away from his.
"Tell me Tsukune, if this was a dream, what would I do?" she whispered back. Her sleepy, sensual tone burned through his veins like fire, and even in his dreams he had to admit she smelled absolutely heavenly. Her collarbone was exposed tauntingly under the wide neck of her sweater, and the pale flesh called to him relentlessly, just begging him to reach under the spandex tank top she always wore under it. He gulped heavily.
"I don't know. I usually don't have much say in the matter."
His raspy confession just made her grin wider, and she removed the lollipop from her mouth before pressing their lips together softly. The groan that time was more pronounced, and he fell into the kiss with abandon. He had the feeling this had happened before, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out when, or how. It was when he tried to move his arms that some sense of reality came back to the young vampire, because his muscles ached. For some reason even that didn't clue him in, but he couldn't care less as the snow woman all but melted in his hold, pressing herself against him in a way that made his hormone-drenched instincts flare hungrily.
She was wonderfully cold naturally, though there was underlying warmth that only she could give it, one that sent chills through him. As her tongue pushed into his willing mouth he gladly took the invitation, tracing her palate eagerly. The lollipop constantly in her mouth obviously bolstered her imagination in the area, because she was doing things to his tongue he had never thought possible. Not about to let even his dream go without, he tried mimicking her movements as best he could, and she shuddered against him with a low whine that went straight to his groin.
"M-Mizore-chan…"
Her cold, warm lips moved against him, softly running along his jaw and down to his neck. His body was burning, and it was taking everything he had not to flip their positions, dream or not. Pain—and an almost disturbing amount of pleasure—shot through him at the unusual feeling of her blunt teeth biting his skin, and he was all but jolted back to awareness.
The most disturbing aspect however was not that he was back to full wakefulness, but rather that nothing had changed.
Licking the love-bite affectionately, the snow woman returned back to his lips. Only when he was back in an oxygen-deprived stupor did she speak. "That's the second time. I told you it was Mizore to you now, didn't I?"
An unhealthy amount of blood rushed to his face. Everything came back to him; he and Moka's climactic fight, the events that ensued afterwards, and what his friends had done in response. At least that explained why his muscles were so sore. His mouth moved but no sound came forth, and Mizore put a finger over his lips calmly, gesturing her head to the side. The blood that had rushed up quickly drained away in fear when he saw the rest of his friends, sleeping just off to his right.
Ruby, Kokoa, and Kurumu were sleeping in the chairs on the side wall, while Yukari was cuddled up pretty intimately with the occupant of the other bed of the room. His gaze warmed when he saw the other vampire sleeping soundly, her pink hair still visible even in the darkness of the room. There was a blood pack hanging from the bar beside her bed, and now that he had noticed that, he saw he himself had one. A questioning glance was all he needed to direct to the ice maiden for her to understand.
"You've both been out for almost two days now. The docs said they needed to keep you fed; you were both suffering from pretty heavy anemia. According to them, you must have done quite a number on each other for your healing abilities to be running that hard. The shikigami must not have given you enough blood, especially if Moka took from you right after. You weren't kidding, you really were running just on adrenaline."
He sighed and relaxed back into the bed, grateful when Mizore removed herself from on top of him, though not when she snuggled up into his side where she had been before instead. He had to admit it felt really, really nice, but it still felt wrong, mainly with all their friends barely two steps away.
"A-And what were you doing in my bed?"
She pouted through the candy back in her mouth, and suddenly his hands itched to hold her again. "Do I need a reason? The others were already asleep, so it's their fault they didn't think of it. What, do you want me to leave?"
Arguments for and against the answer to that question weighted heavily in his mind, and eventually he just sighed. "Want to? No. Should? Yes."
Her beatific smile was all it took for him to know her response. "Good. I'm quite comfortable here, thank you." She nuzzled into him further for emphasis, pressing body parts he would rather ignore against him tenderly. He was trying very hard to forget about his arousal, and she seemed adamant in doing exactly what Inner Moka was so talented in. That is, making him think of nothing but. "You're so warm, but cold too. It's really weird, usually I can't stand being warm, but you don't even flinch when you feel my cold."
Unable to stop himself, he caressed the side of her face with his free hand, wary of the intravenous feeding him the blood-pack, naturally. Her skin really was cool to the touch, but it had never really bothered him as a human, and as a vampire it bothered him even less. The thought came to mind that it was because he drank her blood so often, and he couldn't rule out the possibility. She shivered again at the contact, and shut her eyes contently as she rested her head against his shoulder.
"This is…really nice."
His throat closed up. "…Yeah, it is, isn't it?"
Sensing a quick change was about to come up, the snow woman put a finger over his lips once more. "Shh, don't think about that right now, just go back to sleep," she muttered sleepily, and it was only then he noticed that it was still very dark outside.
"I'm sorry for waking you up."
A lazy smile stretched over her tired face. "Don't be. Knowing I'm in your dreams is…always nice…"
His pale skin brightened again, but a quick evaluation of the woman resting against him told him she had fallen back asleep. He smiled softly, allowing himself to run his hand over her cheek again as he brushed off some of the hair that had been knocked askew. Her doll-like appearance was even more pronounced when she slept, and she looked positively stunning.
Things kept getting infinitely more complicated with every passing day, and yet…looking at her, he just couldn't bring himself to care. Somehow, it would all work out.
He hoped.
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There were a few things that Moka Akashiya had come to accept as normal in her life, and love life—loose as the term may be, for now. One: Kurumu would, without fail, hug Tsukune into her cleavage at least once every day. Two: Tsukune was always—always—under the watchful eye of a snow woman at almost any given time. Three: if not for the two listed prior, she and Tsukune would have likely gotten a lot farther than they had already.
Still, when she woke up, she really couldn't have expected what she saw, even though she probably should have. Her whole body ached, but that was only natural. Even a fellow vampire would never come out unscathed from a battle with one of their own, unless the gap in power was too large to ignore. She didn't doubt that if Tsukune hadn't gotten that huge wound at the beginning, he would have mopped the floor with her—if only because of his larger array of abilities. Then again, if he hadn't gotten that huge wound, he probably wouldn't have taken her seriously either. She knew that the next time he needed to fight he wouldn't be near as kind. Battles amongst youkai of their caliber were usually life or death, so he couldn't afford the luxury anymore. She hoped he understood that.
That was all normal, and even the pint-sized witch nestled into her side didn't bother her. At least she wasn't groping her in her sleep. But when she looked over to where the other patient in the room was resting, she couldn't help but be shocked. Tsukune was there, which was a bit comforting to her ego seeing that he had been hospitalized as well as her, but he wasn't alone in bed.
She couldn't really bring herself to be upset, but that didn't stop her from being shocked. One of their friends, the watchful stalker and strongest snow woman of her generation, was sleeping soundly beside him, her head on his shoulder. It was almost disturbing how well they fit together, and she was horrified when she thought they looked cute before she could stop herself. They really did look nice together, silver hair blending in seamlessly with light violet as their equally pale skin complimented the other so magnificently. That of course made her wonder what she would look like in that position, and she blushed healthily.
Does that bother you?
For once, Moka wasn't startled by her inner self's interruption. I thought it would, but it really doesn't. Mizore-chan is on a deadline she has no control over, and now that Tsukune's a vampire I can't really say anything.
Her other self nodded approvingly. We will have to tell him about that. He has no idea how long he's extended his life, and he's probably worrying over now unnecessary things. I have no problem with her sharing our bed if Tsukune wills it.
The blush became brighter. We did get trounced pretty handily, didn't we?
I shudder to think of what he could have done had he sought out any of the other rarities in that realm. His illusions alone were enough to incapacitate me in pain, if he had any more of the elements under his command…
She did shudder at that. His control is horrible though. If he had been able to direct and transform the ice to his will we would have been in a lot more trouble.
True, the vampire admitted, which is why I challenged him as soon as I did, though that was only a small part of the reason, I confess. Had he trained with the snow woman beforehand he might have relied on that too much, and I wanted a fight.
You wanted a brawl.
She shrugged. Call it what you will. In any case, he beat us, and rather badly at that. I will gladly call him my lover, and be it eternity or otherwise, he is our mate.
I've known that for a long time you know.
Inner Moka tried as best she could to hide the flush on her cheeks, regardless of whether or not she was invisible to the outside world and confined to a rosary. …Shut up.
Moka's mental laughter chimed like bells in her head, and outwardly she had to hold her hands over her mouth to keep from breaking out into merriment. At least you're honest about it, unlike before.
The vampire within winced. Point conceded. You remember our agreement, I hope?
Her face almost lit up the room. How could I forget?
A ravenous grin formed on the vampire's elegant lips. Good. The least you can do now is take up his other side. Just because we know we won't be alone doesn't mean we should let any of them hog him all to themselves.
I was planning on it! her pink-haired counterpart retorted defensively.
Hmph. Plan faster next time.
Moka rolled her eyes. The intravenous drip was already getting annoying, and it would be all but impossible to arrange herself around his side while trying to avoid both of their tubes. Instead, she chose the natural way out. She bit her lip as she pulled the needle from her hand, while cursing the existence of needles in the first place. Fangs were so much handier. Plucking the bag from its stand she bit down, relieved in the physicality of drinking blood. Being fed it intravenously kept the thirst down, but it really didn't do anything for her throat. Like a juice box she had soon sucked the bag dry, and sighed happily. It may have been lukewarm, but at least it was sealed so it didn't taste quite as old as it was. Nothing compared to Tsukune's though.
Maneuvering herself out of bed, she quietly covered the now whimpering Yukari with the warm sheets, thankful that it calmed her instantly. The hospital gown did nothing for her, and just like when Mizore had had the honor of wearing the infernal garment, they had given her one three sizes larger than she actually was. She crept over as quietly as she could, carefully moving the covers over his side until she could raise his arm and get under the covers in one fell swoop. It would appear Tsukune was a heavy sleeper, because she managed to inch her way into his side with no difficulty before lowering his arm around her.
The bed was tiny, barely enough to fit two snugly, but that just made her position all the more likeable. Pressed as she was into him, she could smell him perfectly, hold him perfectly. She probably would have never gotten up the nerve to do this, or think of it in the first place, had she not seen Mizore with him, so for that she was grateful. The feeling was indescribable, and she sighed happily again as she relaxed against him.
"I love you, Tsukune," she whispered softly, before yawning and shutting her tired eyes to the world once more.
I love you, Tsukune.
Kurumu was going to flip when she woke up, but right then, everything was simply perfect. And so Moka Akashiya went to sleep, for once both with a smile.
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Kurumu Kurono was in the midst of a crisis of sorts.
She had always been a blunt person, be it charming the entire school in the desire to find her 'destined one,' or pulling aforementioned destined one into her bust to gain his attention. She felt no need to hide who she was, and if she wanted something she was going to make it known she wanted it. It pained her to see how far her sparring partner and friend had gotten in so little time, but when she thought about it she couldn't really be surprised. Tsukune wasn't the type to fall for instant sexual gratification, and though Mizore's trend of stalking the young man was a bit unnerving during their earlier years, that just made her actual physical touches that much more special. She was the epitome of 'look, not touch' but when she touched, she made sure all her emotions were conveyed with complete clarity.
Her plans had, for the most part, completely backfired on her. No man could go completely unaffected when pulled into her bosom, but it had numbed him to the fact that she would never consider doing that to anyone else. She needed to switch gears, and fast. Tsukune was being taken away before her eyes, and she couldn't stand the thought of not being able to be with him. It just wasn't fair that he wasn't responding to her as well! Admittedly, she hadn't meant for him to see her naked back at his house—at least not before she had it all planned—but that just emphasized how little he cared for the physicality of love without the right emotion behind it.
It hurt to think that he might not have sensed all the very real love behind everything she did. At first it had been a petty grudge against Moka, but then it had changed, and over time it continued to change, continued to evolve, until she honestly couldn't think of being with anyone but Tsukune. But really, why did she have to fall in love with the one man in the entire youkai and human realms that would resist physical advances the likes of hers?
Yet because of that, she understood why the others were after him as well. He was undeniably pure and kind-hearted, and now even with incomprehensible power under his control he still hadn't let it change him. He was maturing, obviously, and she had seen that even when he was learning to use his ghoul abilities. He was learning that some things in the youkai realm simply couldn't be dealt with through discussion, and sometimes one needed to make the other see their feelings through their fists. The first time he had transformed she had fallen even deeper in love with him, and watching him fight so hard to protect them all later made her heart ache in her chest.
She didn't want to admit that her destined one may in fact be destined for another, but time and again it was shown how much he cared for all of them. He was too pure, too kind-hearted, and he knew his indecision was going to haunt both him, and them.
When he had transfigured, despite the situation, she could do nothing but stare.
Over the years the naïve, childish face Tsukune had held had changed, finessed into that of a man. His eyes were the only constant; even when they continued to narrow and thin into the same look of his vampire transformation, they still held the same kindness. His body had changed the most, she would know. She had all but violated him during their first year after all, and she knew back then he had been a relatively thin, pretty normal teenager. He was lean, not really scrawny, but it showed he didn't really take athleticism seriously, though he wasn't against participating. Going to the sea with him in their second year made her realize the changes, but watching him fight Moka had hammered them home.
He definitely wasn't a thin teenager anymore. Muscle once only used at specific times had been honed, defined beyond doubt. His now pale flesh looked like it had been carved from stone, and the sheer power held within his blood was enough to overcome the one she and Mizore had trained for years to defeat. She had always known that underneath his kind exterior he had a line that one never, ever wanted to cross. She had only seen him genuinely angry not even a handful of times, and she knew even when he was a ghoul she never wanted to push him that far.
Body, mind, and heart, he was everything she had ever wanted. She couldn't really get angry at the others for wanting him too, when she above all knew why they did. His heart was simply too large; he couldn't bring himself to hate any of them, and he couldn't bring himself to stop loving any one of them either. He had put himself before a monster at least ten times stronger than he was then to protect Moka; placed himself in front of an irritated vampiress to protect her; in front of angry lizardmen to protect Yukari; delivered himself into the jaws of man-eating plants for Ruby; and into the clutches of a krakken for Mizore. He was selfless in the very definition of the word, and each and every one of them had a reason to love him back. Now with shining silver hair and bright red eyes, Tsukune had become her fantasy's fantasy.
But a piece of her heart broke when she woke up and saw both Moka and Mizore cuddled up in his bed with him. It fit her thoughts so perfectly she wanted to cry. The small, cramped bed fit him in the middle, with both women tucked into each side. Moka was under the covers with him even! In the small, cramped space that was Tsukune's life, there just didn't seem to be any place for her.
She stood up and stretched, her muscles tight and knotted after sleeping in the uncomfortable chair all night. The light coming in through the blinds showed it was morning, and she wiped the crust from her eyes before padding softly to his bedside. He looked just as peaceful as he did before, and she honestly couldn't believe she hadn't thought of slipping into bed with him. Then again, she honestly couldn't believe the snow woman had thought of it in the first place! That seemed more like her territory than the ice maiden's.
Her hand reached out against her will, rubbing over the soft skin of his cheek lovingly. "Moka's always saying 'know your place.' Where is my place in your life, Tsukune?" she whispered to no one.
That simple statement Inner Moka said so often was in fact the pinnacle of adolescent reasoning, the one question they asked themselves day after day, night after night. She had more of a grip on that answer than most of them, for she knew who she belonged with. The question came back now as to where. How such a seemingly straightforward question could make her heart ache like this she didn't know, but it hurt nonetheless.
She was startled when a hand placed itself over her own on his face, and she looked over to see a familiar set of emerald eyes gazing up at her. She shouldn't have been surprised; the fact that she was in Tsukune's bed in the first place implied she had woken up at least once already. Her own eyes stung at the understanding she saw there, and she swallowed the lump in her throat.
"This bed may be too small, but his heart isn't."
The lump returned with a vengeance, and she knew tears were gathering in her eyes now.
Moka kissed Tsukune's cheek lightly before cautiously removing herself from his bed and stretching lazily. Kurumu had to feel a bit jealous that even in the oversized hospital gown the vampire still looked stunning, but the thought was fleeting at best. She yawned widely, and the mistress of illusions smiled, however unwillingly. Vampires were the same as the rest of them, except in a few things.
When the pinkette turned to regard her again, the soft smile made her feel like the world could be made right again, no matter how much had gone wrong. "I was planning on telling Tsukune this first, but I should probably tell you before you do something you'll regret. Tsukune and I are immortal unless someone ends our lives prematurely, and vampires don't have a problem with multiple lovers. Even if I become his mate, it's not unusual. Kokoa is my half-sister you know, and I've never thought of her as anything less than a 'real' sister…though she is a bit clingy."
The succubus was flabbergasted. "Are…are you saying you…don't care…if I'm with him too?"
Moka cocked an eyebrow. "Why would I? He's a vampire now, he's as immortal as I am, and free to do the same things vampires have always done. It wouldn't be fair to confine him to human limitations and morals when he isn't one anymore."
"You're…taking this awfully well."
She shrugged. "I never thought I would find another vampire who could be my mate, the thought had never occurred to me. Believe me, you wouldn't want to meet some of the guys around our age. They don't deserve to be called super vampires."
"Watered down?" Kurumu inquired frankly.
"No," Moka responded with a grimace, "worse. Some are just plain pigs. They flaunt their power shamelessly, and bed whatever starry-eyed fangirl that gets drawn to them. Even for vampires, there are limits to debauchery. I for one would never consider any of them mate material. Besides, they're all weaker than me anyways."
The violet-eyed young woman laughed. "So you stumbled on the one-in-a-trillion chance like the rest of us, huh? Not only is he a vampire, but he's also as strong as you!"
"Irony knows no bounds, ne?"
"I hate irony," the mistress of illusions muttered bitterly.
Her vampire friend smiled empathetically. "You aren't the only one."
The two looked at each other for a while after that, before smiling and breaking out into simultaneous laughter. That wasn't a conversation either of them expected to have, ever. Still, it was hopelessly funny.
Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning blasted between their faces with the reverberation of a thunderclap, jostling Ruby, Yukari, and Kokoa out of their sleeps in an instant. The three looked in surprise to the charred hole in the wall between the two stunned monsters, before forcing their stiff necks over to the source.
Tsukune Aono's right hand sparked with remnants of vividly bright electricity as he rolled over, and after nestling closer to Mizore and throwing aforementioned hand over her body, he hugged her surprisingly still asleep form to him. "Five more minutes, Mom…"
They didn't know whether they should laugh or worry at the absurdity of the situation. The dam broke when Ruby muffled her first giggle, which became another, and soon they were all laughing like lunatics. When they finally calmed down, Kurumu walked over to the blood pack by his side and poked it suspiciously. "What the hell have they got him on?"
"Whatever it is I want some of it!" Kokoa exclaimed, more relieved than she could express that her sister was finally awake again. She had been admitted for anemia the same time as Tsukune, and simply hadn't waked after falling asleep.
Yukari eyed her idol questioningly. "What happened to your blood pack?"
Moka rubbed the back of her head like someone they all knew very well was prone to do so often. "Ahhehehe, I kind of drank it already."
Kurumu rolled her eyes. "Why does that not surprise me?"
The youngest witch among them finally seemed to notice the other occupant of Tsukune's bed, and her eyes widened before she bounded over into the opposing bed. "Hey, no fair ~desu!"
Of course, by jumping so carelessly into his bed, she clearly didn't pay attention to the tube still pumping new blood into his system. Needless to say, the vampire was none too happy when he was so abruptly wrenched awake because of the awful pain the jerky motions gave to his intravenous. Anything electrical in the room flashed on and off as the pint-sized witch became the newest light source in the room, and by the time Tsukune realized what he was doing Yukari's hair was spiked every which way under her smoking witch's hat.
"Oh my goodness, Yukari-chan! Are you all right?!"
The extra-crispy witch smiled drunkenly, releasing a cute cough that let smoke loose from her mouth. "Weeeee…look at all the pretty lights ~desuuuuuuuuuu…" She collapsed into Tsukune's waiting arms, and where he looked horror-struck, Kurumu couldn't restrain her wide smirk.
"About time someone shocked some sense into the twerp!"
"Not helping!"
"Oh please," the succubus scoffed, waltzing over to their side of the bed and prodding the unconscious teen to prove her point. Yukari merely slurred a giggle as drool threatened to fall from her grinning mouth.
"Ahhh…Moka-san…Tsukune-san…not there…" She fell back into inebriated giggles with the stupid smile still in place, and the two mentioned turned a newly discovered shade of red.
"See? She's fine. A little well-done, but fine."
"Geez, what a way to wake up," Tsukune grumbled sulkily as he carried her back to the bed she had originally been sleeping on. After tucking the slightly charred girl back into the covers, he rubbed his face, wary of the tube still connected to his arm. "I've had enough of this thing." He ripped off the tape holding the plastic injector in place and quickly pulled it from his flesh with a hiss of pain.
Moka calmly unhooked the bag from its stand and handed it to the brooding young man. "Don't want it to go to waste."
He nodded a wordless thank-you as he took the item from her outstretched hand, and pretty soon the bag was nothing but garbage. He made a face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You know when you leave soda out for too long in the sun and forget it's there? It tasted like that."
Kokoa put her nose in the air snottily. "You've just been spoiled, that's all. Most of us don't have the luxury of drinking from real live sources every day." She nearly burst into flame when she saw the other girls rearranging their hair to the side. "And most of us don't have so many willing volunteers, you damn incubus!"
That stopped him short. "What now?"
"Haven't you figured out by now that your bites don't hurt?" she all but shouted in disbelief.
Tsukune merely scratched the side of his head. "They don't?"
The redheaded vampire slapped her hand to her face in frustration. "You cause pleasure, dimwit! Anyone could figure that out after seeing you bite someone once! You didn't honestly think they were in pain when you bit them, did you?!"
They could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he examined the floor, and they all waited for the subsequent unconsciousness that would ensue. What they hadn't been expecting was the small, almost imperceptible smile that tugged at his lips, and they gulped when his eyes shot up to look at them, an unknown glee hidden far beneath the crimson orbs. It was barely noticeable, but Moka saw the way his gaze held her own for longer than the others, and the grin's width became ever so slightly larger.
Both Moka's chuckled nervously.
Oh…crap.
We are so screwed…aren't we?
…Depends in what sense you mean. If all goes according to plan…
Moka fainted immediately.
Mizore Shirayuki rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she examined the situation she had woken into. From the blackened hole in the wall, to the panicked occupants, to the unconscious vampire, to the—was she glowing?—witch.
"Okaaay, what'd I miss?"
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The doctors were stunned of course when they examined the patients and found them in almost full health, other than some minor muscular discomfort, which was to be expected. They too had seen the challenge between the two vampires, and after watching all that they did to each other they had assumed they would have a couple of long-term patients. Not even two days later they were both discharged, though they were advised against going to school for the day. Neither had any complaint about that, that was for certain.
The same couldn't be said of their friends, but Yukari had rebounded quickly and now they were all in classes. Tsukune was a bit surprised at the fact that Kurumu had so little protests to that; normally if just he and Moka had they day off to themselves the succubus would no doubt simply skip. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and so he and Moka found themselves walking around the academy grounds.
After what had happened, he didn't exactly know how to define their relationship. Her inner self accepted him now, but did that mean they were together? Normally he would think the kiss they shared cemented that, but if that were the only criteria the events that happened after sure put that out of whack. The really bad thing was he couldn't even say he didn't enjoy it.
The green-eyed woman beside him noticed his introspective mood with a pout. They were finally alone; not where she wanted, but alone nonetheless. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Tsukune smiled warmly. "They're always free for you. I'm just wondering…what are we? We're a couple now, right?"
She returned the gesture happily. "You could say that."
His warm smile turned into one of his face-splitting grins—now with the addition of potentially lethal fangs—and she had to widen her own. His happiness was always contagious; it was one of his best features. It soon faltered, and he rubbed the back of his neck, a sure sign he was nervous. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but why didn't your inner self rip me a new one when the others…you know…"
"Kissed you stupid?" she supplied, her smirk still in place.
He almost tripped. "I-I guess."
The pink-haired vampire twirled around playfully, leaning forward with her hands clasped behind her back and an amused expression on her face. "Let me ask you something: how long do you think you'll live?" The answer was on the tip of his tongue, but at the last minute he wavered, suddenly unsure. Seeing this, she rephrased the question. "How long do you think I'll live?"
That one he knew. "Well, if human legends are anything to go by, which since you're standing right in front of me they obviously are, vampires are supposed to be immortal; right?" She waited for what he just said to sink in, rocking back and forth on her feet. His reptilian eyes widened when he realized what she was getting at. "N-No way."
"You're not human anymore, Tsukune. Not in the slightest. The fact that you share all of my weaknesses now proves that. We're different from all other monsters, we don't die out unless we decide we've had enough or get killed. We also don't care about how many lovers we take, we're immortal beings. A long time ago we decided we would only marry within our race, to keep our power pure, but as you know no one cares about that anymore. Besides, from the get-go vampires were breaking that rule; it was a prideful, unrealistic law in the first place. It may seem weird to you since you were once human, but I don't have any problem with the others kissing you. At the end of the day it'll be just me and you."
There was no mistaking the implications of that. "S-So…Mizore, Kurumu, everyone…"
"Will die before us," she answered sadly. "They'll live for a couple of centuries at least, and since witches share youkai longevity, they'll live well past one hundred looking maybe forty by human standards…but eventually, they'll die. The Snow People are so close to dying out because their fertile years are so early by monster standards, and not enough of the previous generation chose mates when they should have."
His eyes turned to the ground. He knew that all too well. Mizore had been so desperate to know the touch of a man she trusted she had offered herself to him, even if it was for just one night. Moka saw the pain in his eyes, and reached for his hand comfortingly. "I love you, and so do they. You love me, but you love them too. Believe me, Tsukune, that by itself is more than a lot of vampire mistresses can claim."
"I…I just…wow. This was not a conversation I ever thought I'd have with my first girlfriend."
"Normal by our standards though, right?" she asked with yet another smile, and he laughed.
"You're right about that."
She tiptoed upwards to catch his unprepared lips, and he moaned lightly as he readily reciprocated, still kind of dazed he could kiss the untouchable Moka, his absolute dream. He tugged her closer impatiently, and she sighed breathily as she was meshed against him. A very real spark jumped between them when they pulled away, and she giggled as she held her tingling lips.
"That gets better every time." He nodded his affirmation as he kept her close, and she was all too happy to stay in the embrace, reveling in the shivers that went through her when he kissed the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her hair. "Would you like to come over to my room tonight? We can start those cooking lessons you put off."
"I'd love to."
Inner Moka smiled.
Phase one successful.
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The sun was low in the sky when Tsukune Aono made his way to Moka Akashiya's dorm room. Nervous would be an understatement for the jittery Third Year, he was utterly terrified. He didn't have a wide selection of clothing, but he hoped the black jeans went well enough with his white button-up. One might not normally expect a change in clothing to be needed for such a casual meeting, but not only was it the first time he had been in her room, but it was the first time he had been in her room as her boyfriend.
He wasn't about to undergo another humiliating experience like he and Inner Moka's first 'date.' Tagging along with her when he was in a track suit and she looked like royalty made him feel like less than dirt, and he had sworn he would never again look out of place at her side, not if he could help it. Even if cooking lessons had been distinctively specified, he wasn't going to take the chance. It could still pass as casual.
By the time he got to her dorm he was so nervous he wasn't even sure if he could knock anymore. With his luck he'd end up destroying the door and ruining their evening before it even started. With a great, shuddering breath, he knocked as softly as he could, and was instantly relieved when the door didn't blast off its hinges. The sound of utensils clattering was heard, and the shuffling of someone evidently rushing to answer the door.
Despite himself, he smiled when she opened the door, straightening out her clothing in the process. She was immaculate even in the seemingly simple red skirt and white blouse, and the glittering silver of her rosary was drawing his attention to more cleavage than he was used to seeing on the vampire. Buttons usually done up, weren't, and he gulped heavily.
"G-G-Good evening, Moka-san!"
She scowled mockingly before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to her. The kiss was hot and electric, completely unexpected, and when it was done any nervousness the male vampire might have been feeling before was a forgotten memory.
"M-o-k-a," she enunciated slowly, emphasizing each letter with a poke to his chest.
Tsukune blushed brightly, which showed up even more with his pallid vampiric complexion. "Moka."
"I'll keep doing that until you get it right, even if we're in the middle of school."
He chuckled. "Promise?"
The young woman sputtered at being called out so candidly before regaining her usual composure. "Count on it."
This was how it should have always been. There should have been no weeks of silence, no awkward glances and pained heartbeats. They should have been filled with days of playful banter, soft touches, mischievous glances; the days of two lovers. Knowing that days like those were so close made Moka smile, and Tsukune gladly mimicked it, though he didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her smile always made him smile too; that was how it had always been.
"So what's the first item on the agenda?"
She shook herself free of her reverie. "I thought I'd start us off simple. Spaghetti and meat-sauce sound good to you?"
"You could have said mud pies and it would have sounded good to me," he cajoled cheerily, and she laughed while trying to keep the blush to a minimum.
As she led him to the small yet extravagantly kept kitchenette, he had to marvel at her room. He barely had the essentials, but even scarcely decorated as it was Moka's room exuded the grace of an aristocrat. Surely antique lamps kept the room illuminated—since she had kept from using the annoyingly bright plain light-bulbs all the rooms were uniformly situated with—and the ambient glow turned the simple walls into tapestries of oranges and reds. Unlike him, her bookshelf was filled to capacity, ranging from imposing books he had never even heard of, to the simplicity of shoujo manga. The room itself was clean, but it still had the character she admired so much in the ancient, dark appearance of the dorms themselves.
Of course, his eyes eventually led him to the one thing he would have rather avoided, and it was only made worse when he saw that her bed was in fact dressed with dark red silk. The image of his vampire goddess wearing nothing but that sprung to mind unbidden, and he mentally slapped himself a few times. Head out of the gutter, Tsukune! Out. Of. The. Gutter! Try as he might to convince himself, his body quite liked the way his mind was thinking, and that made it twice as hard.
While he was busy doing that, Moka was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of him. She simply loved how he looked with silver hair, and the red eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul never failed in making her shiver. Even dressed as plainly as he was he looked amazingly refined, and this time the urge to bite him wasn't the only desire running through her.
Unknowingly, they both gulped at the same time.
Beckoning him over, he returned obediently and she handed him an apron before she donned hers. He grinned as he followed suit and rolled up his sleeves, even though the vegetables and other cooking paraphernalia on the counters looked nothing less than imposing. He couldn't believe he was alone with Moka, at long last.
"So!" she began with a deep breath in, "this is how it goes!"
Thus began their very first cooking lesson, and more or less their very first real date. She guided him through the preparation in the carefree, always educational manner she somehow managed to do everything in, and laughter was a common occurrence among the many mishaps along the way. Electricity not at all from the blood Tsukune had consumed that morning jumped between them many a time when they both reached for the same utensil at the same time, and the way she guided his hand while they cut the tomatoes sent pleasant shocks through both of them.
The entire process became a test in self-control as well as a tutorial in cuisine. There was no question of the tension that hung in the air like steam in a sauna, and the wants of the two vampires slowly but surely began to erode their inhibitions. Once innocent examinations of progress turned into lingering stares, and the simple act of passing by each other became opportunities to touch; a gentle brush of her hair, a loving stroke of his back. A very familiar heat was building in their bodies, and for once neither of them had any reason, or desire, to stop it from doing so.
It was becoming harder and harder for him to keep from reaching out, from pulling her into his arms and losing control. She smelled delicious, and in more ways than one. Her entire body seemed to call to him; a hot, purely carnal cry that clawed at his principles and gentlemanly nature. Her scent filled his senses, mixed with the herbs and spice of the pasta they were making and set his blood to a boil. It was only because of who he was that he was able to hold back.
Moka was in much the same situation. The places he had touched burned as if branded, tightening her skin and lighting her nerves. Her fingers itched to wind into his brilliant hair, pull his face to hers and throw off her reticence. Her fangs longed to sink into his flesh, to taste the peerless quality of his blood just as surely as her body wanted him to sink into her. She throbbed for him, for the heady, masculine scent radiating from his skin. It was only because of who she was that she was able to hold back.
When it finally came time to stir the sauce after everything was done, their lips were but a breath apart, and the meal a sidelong distraction. The sound of sizzling meat in the thick creation matched the pulses of the two teens perfectly, and even the act of mixing lest it burn became an unhurried procedure to allow more eye contact. She nearly melted when he slid behind her and pressed her back to his chest, and suddenly holding the wooden spoon was given new meaning when his larger hand closed in over hers. She could feel his heart beating strong against his ribs, rumbling deep into her chest, echoing her own in beautiful harmony. His breath, soft and measured, flowed over the hypersensitive flesh of her neck, and she resisted the shudders that wanted so badly to rock through her.
They were coming undone, relinquishing themselves to an abyss that had heralded to them for years, and all in the simple act of making dinner. It was taking everything she had to keep her breathing steady, and tried without success to keep her mind on something other than the body pressed against hers. She knew with just a little more pressure she would feel what her other self had so intimately rubbed herself against days earlier, and the logic against such an action was quickly being incinerated in the fire growing inside her. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted him, but all too soon she realized their food was ready.
"It's done, Tsukune," she whispered hoarsely, and the sigh that ghosted over her neck spoke of his reluctance to accept that.
With the table already set in preparation, there was naught to do but prepare their plates, but Moka still dreaded the loss of contact when he pulled away. The tension didn't go away; it held its place in the air even as they sat down to eat. It was clearly the last thing either of them wanted to do, but being who they were they couldn't bring themselves to do anything but.
It was a wasted effort, for her eyes followed every movement of his utensils, trailed up to his pale mouth revealing gleaming fangs before the painstakingly made sustenance disappeared. His eyes tracked each shift of her muscles, tried in vain to tear themselves from her full lips as they closed in on every bite. No words were spoken, no words could be said to do justice to the atmosphere around them. So focused was he on her, he didn't notice the dark red sauce drip from the pasta on his fork, right onto his pristine white shirt.
But she did.
As if hypnotized she moved, drawn by the stain on the canvas of white. His gaze stayed fixed on her, and he froze when she reached forward and scraped the blend from his chest. The scarlet liquid on her pale fingers accelerated his heartbeat, and even as her tongue flicked out to clean them, it dripped down onto her blouse. She looked down at the blemish on her once spotless garment, and their eyes met once more.
Something snapped.
Her hands moved before he could protest, grabbing the one of his nearest her and bringing it up to her chest. With a small metal clink a silver cross soon rested in his hand, and in front of his transfixed eyes the true form of Moka awakened. Crimson irises identical to his own burned into him, dark and lustful as the moon bled scarlet outside, bathing the interior with sensuous, ethereal red light through the window.
Then, with no warning, she calmly reached forward and simply tore the shirt from his body. Buttons rained around the room while she leaned forward hungrily and devoured his lips, impatiently pushing the wrecked shirt from his shoulders in the desire to see more of his alabaster flesh. His instincts, primed and ready for a long time now, rose to life in a burst of passion, and he eagerly returned the kiss as he shrugged off the ruined cloth, freeing his hands to fervently grab hold of her.
She moaned into his mouth when he pulled her to him, moving her to straddle his lap as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Her rich voice escaped her lips once more when she felt the proof of his arousal pushing against her, and a deep, guttural groan came from him when she ground her hips into his. Her womanhood ached at the throaty purr issued from her soon-to-be lover, and she gasped in pleased anticipation when his hands imitated hers and ripped open her chemise. There was no hesitation in the action, and she felt no regret at losing the blouse as his powerful arms tore it from her in halves. This was the passion she knew he had bottled inside him, the wanton lust that she smelled simmering the entire evening. She wanted more.
Her fangs nipped at his neck playfully, and then unexpectedly she was on her back, his fangs just as enthusiastically scraping along hers. Nerves flashed to life under the teasing assault, and her breathing rapidly degraded into lustful pants as the sharp canines marked her skin, claimed her as his.
"Tsukune…the choker…please…!"
He understood what she wanted easily enough, and soon her whole neck was available to his lips as the black leather belt was discarded somewhere unimportant. Blunt nails scratched at his back in entreaty to go lower, and they broke skin when he kissed his way down her collarbone, softly scoring her body before kissing the hollow of her throat, earning another drawn out moan from the vampiress under him.
The flame was burning brighter with every passing second of his beautiful torture, but she wanted, needed, more. Making full use of her vampiric strength she reversed their positions, pushing herself flush against his confined erection. A hiss of pleasure came from the male under her, and she smirked confidently, her pale skin flushed. It may be her first time, but this was instinct wired into the deepest depth of her marrow, and she was set to enjoy it to the fullest. Certain his eyes were pinned on her, she slowly raised her hands to her elegant white bra, and in one deft flick of her fingers the front clasp came apart. Now as nude as he was from the waist up, she reveled in the deep-seated lust and awe she saw in his reptilian orbs.
"Oh god…"
She had always had pride in her body, but his reverent whisper brought a whole new kind of satisfaction to her, one that wound the coil within ever tighter. The suspense was killing her, and she leaned down coyly, dragging her erect nipples against his chiseled chest. She made no effort to restrain the hum of joy that brought her, and hid her smirk when his gaze darkened. "Didn't I tell you not to be afraid of touching me anymore?"
A contented moan escaped her when he brushed his hands over her sides hesitantly, drawing his way up to run down the smooth frame of her firm breasts. She arched up, eager for more attention, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream when his lips closed over one of the pink nubs. "Yesss, just like that…oh god…"
Careful to avoid his fangs, he worried the swollen flesh between his front teeth, and was rewarded with an unreserved buck of her hips as she pushed her chest into him harder, all but begging for more. Instinct was guiding him now, all his senses attuned solely to her. Flicking his tongue over the peak, she shuddered, and he kissed his way through the valley of her breasts, savoring the taste of her increasingly perspiring skin until he could repeat the process with her neglected twin.
Her fingers were clawing at the carpet, desperate to grab hold of anything as the static shocks of pleasure crawled up her body. She had never imagined she could get so close to the edge just from his ministrations on her bountiful breasts, but that was exactly what was happening. Her world shifted when he once again flipped them over, and she would have protested had he not began trailing down her body, setting delicate kisses all the way down her firm stomach. She writhed beneath him as the unusual, sensual act set to burning her from the inside out, and when she felt his hands on her skirt she nearly whimpered in need. Right then she hated clothing with every fiber of her existence.
"I hope you aren't too attached to this skirt."
She had never heard his voice like that before, so dark and ravaged by lust it had turned into nothing but a gravelly rumble that resounded through her whole body. Knowing full well what he was asking she merely lifted her hips, and he responded by tearing the article from her like it was paper, leaving her clad in only her underwear and socks.
A whine came from her unbidden when he restarted his trail, but instead of going where she wanted him to, he instead lifted her leg and continued on, worshiping the beautiful body in all of its glory. He pulled her socks off slowly, making sure to lavish each inch of flesh as it was revealed before he went on, and by the time she was left in just her panties she was practically sobbing. She wouldn't beg, she would never beg, but she was getting awfully close to never. There was a damp spot that stood out clearly on the silky fabric, and he had the sense of mind to gulp as he timidly removed the undergarment. She was all too happy to comply, and when her glistening sex was exposed he nearly fainted.
He was so hard it was painful, and the smell of her arousal was unlike anything he had ever known, especially with his enhanced senses. He had waited too long to do this, to touch her so intimately, and there was no way in hell he was going to rush it. He couldn't stop himself from tasting her, and she cried out in joy when her throbbing folds were finally given the attention they so terribly needed. Never in her wildest dreams could she have guessed Tsukune was such an intense lover, but god help her she was going to enjoy it as much as she possibly could.
The pleasure coursed through her in white-hot waves as he licked at her womanhood, and no amount of experience could amount to the zeal he paid to her. He had restrained himself from biting her yet, but the unique taste that was one hundred percent hers was having very similar effects on him. He delved deeper, prodding her weeping petals apart, and her back arched off the carpet with a wail of ecstasy as her legs clamped like a vice around his head. Strong as she was, he was just as strong, if not stronger, and it didn't bother him. The sounds she was making were driving him insane with need, and so hoping the stories he had heard were correct, he moved his focus to the top of her slit, brushing his tongue forcefully under the hood of flesh he found there.
Moka's red eyes widened as the coil that had been slowly, agonizingly, winding tighter in her snapped violently, soaking every nerve in debilitating pleasure that curled her toes and made her scream into her hands else she wake the entire dorm. Her mind shut down, content to ride out the waves of heavenly euphoria in ignorant bliss, unrepentantly bucking her hips to prolong the stay in paradise.
Tsukune had never seen anything so erotic in his life. His white-haired goddess, his all-powerful vampiress shuddering in the effects of orgasm, her face flushed with divine contentment. When her legs finally went limp around his head he removed himself from her, crawling up her body and claiming her lips once more. She moaned as their tongues wrestled with each other, and the thought that she was tasting herself on his lips sent fresh moisture to her core. Trembling with pleasure but not nearly sated, the haze of lust was so heavy on her mind it was only then that she finally registered the fact that he was still wearing his pants. That had to be uncomfortable.
Recovered enough to regain motor control, she playfully pushed him off her and smirked when he stumbled back onto her bed, exactly where she wanted him to be. Standing up in all her elegant beauty, Tsukune could only stare. Bathed as she was in the bloody light of the moon, the fine sheen of sweat on her body shimmered into an unearthly glow that made her truly seem like a being from another realm; gorgeous, in a deadly, beautiful way.
His vampiress stalked towards him slowly, allowing him to take in the sight fully, before bending down to where he sat and devouring his mouth. Putting a finger on his chest mischievously when she pulled away, she pushed him to his back, and her nimble fingers soon made short work of his jeans. She had the sense of mind to keep them intact, after all, he was going to need something to wear in the morning. She wasted no time, dragging both his pants and boxers from him at once. She made sure he was fully naked before she allowed her eyes to trail up his muscular form, and by then he had propped himself up on his elbows, heatedly drinking in the sight before him.
Thoughts from days earlier were proven when she took in his hard arousal, and she licked her lips. Eternity was going to be very, very fun. His body had been chiseled into a work of art, marred as it was by scars he was only made more beautiful in her eyes. She crawled up his body just as he had hers, and slowly rubbed her wetness against the throbbing shaft as she wound her arms around his neck.
"That was wonderful, Tsukune. I think you deserve a reward."
He merely kissed her neck lovingly, and to her chagrin her whole body nearly collapsed right then and there. He had been infinitely patient, just as she knew somewhere in her mind he would be. They were both more than ready now, and his hot flesh pulsed in her hand as she aligned them. Just pressing the tip against her caused delicious shivers to run through her, and as she lowered herself it was only made better as he pushed her wet folds apart, sinking deeper into her. When she finally came to the proof of her innocence, she hesitated for only a moment before dropping herself fully, sheathing him completely inside her in one thrust.
That had been the moment he was waiting for. He knew a woman's first time was supposed to hurt, and as he relished in the wonderful feeling of her inner walls wrapping around him, he leaned forward and plunged his fangs into her neck.
Pain and pleasure lost all boundaries for Moka Akashiya.
She shook on top of him, her body conflicted between the glorious feeling of his girth stretching her and the mind-numbing rapture brought on by his bite; the pain of losing her virginity completely and utterly forgotten. The combination overloaded her sanity, ran her full-tilt to the brink of the abyss she had fallen from just minutes earlier and threw her off once more. There was a sense of magnificent weightlessness as she fell headlong into bliss, and with detached interest she made a mental note to let him suck her blood more often.
Tsukune's sanity was faring no better. Lost as she was in the throes of climax her muscles were squeezing him relentlessly, spasmodically quivering around his aching sex and pushing him closer to the brink than he would have liked to be so soon. Untold power flowed into him as he drank the blood which had birthed his transformation, and the taste was just as addicting as he knew it would be. There was simply no way to describe it, he just knew deep in the core of his being that it was her. It took everything he had to hold off the fall between the two stimuli, and he smiled despite himself when he felt her fangs graze his collarbone.
"I love you, Tsukune," she whispered heatedly as he wrapped his arms around her, and she loved the way their slick skin rubbed together so marvelously as he ran his hands down her back. Restored to some sense of rationale, she could rejoice in the full experience of him being embedded so deeply inside her, and when she rocked forward experimentally sparks flew in front of her eyes.
His profound crimson irises glowed in the light of the room as he held her gaze, overwhelmed by the act they were performing at long last. "I've always loved you, Moka."
Her eyes misted as she leaned forward to kiss him, and a deep groan came from the both of them as they established a rhythm, slow and beautiful as she sat atop him. His length rubbed places she never even knew she had, and his course pubic hair scraped mercilessly against her clit from their position. Her fingers dug into his back as the pleasure both eased and shocked into her, and she grinned when she felt his hands encompass her soft, firm rear to help her along in an effort to gain more friction. The strong fingers kneading her ass felt amazing as they pushed her into him harder, and the deeper penetration was an added bonus.
Desperation was kicking in, they could both feel the fog of desire clouding their systems as primal lust became their only goal. She had already come twice, and she knew he had yet to feel the same indescribable release. His muscles were taut, barely restrained hunger soaked deep into every strand of sinew, and the pace wasn't fast enough for either of them anymore.
Try as they might their frenzied motions relieved nothing, and finally Tsukune growled low in his throat and wrenched them to the side, pinning her back to the mattress with him firmly on top. She snarled back playfully, reaching up for his lips again, and he was only too happy to comply as he pulled back before embedding himself powerfully into her silken core. She cried out as he moved in her, and it was swallowed by his mouth as their lips crashed into each other, bruised and swollen from the force behind their joining.
Each hard thrust reverberated through her body, bounced her generous bosom and set every nerve alight. He hissed as she tightened around him, but there was no slowing now. Nothing was withheld, this was a desperate charge for the single-minded desire that their instincts longed for so badly. Sweat dripped down their bodies as the two vampires connected passionately, full use of their blood behind every rock of their hips, move of their lips, scratch of their nails. She was mesmerized by him as he moved above her; even as the pleasure hazed coherent thought she was entranced by his powerful muscles as he pushed deeper, perspiration beading gracefully down his ivory skin. She had never known it could be like this, and she relinquished herself to his assault while she clawed at his back, beckoning him harder, faster, and he responded to her every plea with fervor. She loved him, she honestly, truly, loved him.
What remained of his control was slipping from his grasp. His body was so sensitive it felt like he was going numb. It was preparing for something, and it was something he wanted with such ardor it hurt. He couldn't concentrate, focused only on her mewls and cries of bliss when he hit particular spots that made her toes curl, dedicated solely on the beautiful agony that sent his every muscle into spasms when their hips made contact. He could feel now familiar contractions coming on, and grit his teeth in the blind desire to have her join him in climax.
Her legs wound behind him urgently, forcing him deeper still, and everything shattered at once. Her wail of release would have surely woken the entire academy, but it never left her mouth. Instead she sunk her fangs deep into his throat, her mind filled with the taste of his blood and the ecstasy of orgasm. With a hoarse cry his control broke, pain and pleasure mixed in an inescapable force that sent him over the edge and filled her willing body.
She moaned contently at the wet heat that flowed into her, meekly lapping up the remnants of his blood as her marks closed, and she shuddered in the aftershocks of her strongest climax yet. He collapsed on top of her, their glistening skin rubbing frictionlessly together as he rested his head on her heaving chest while they both tried to catch their breath. His weight was nothing to her strength, and she quite enjoyed the feel of him resting on her breasts. She smiled down on him when he looked up lovingly, and he gingerly wiped some of her sweaty hair off her forehead.
"Please tell me it was as intense for you as it was for me."
She laughed, a bright sound that warmed his heart as she stroked his wet silver hair. "No, it was much, much more. That was amazing, Tsukune."
A proud, loving grin formed on his face, and she gasped when she felt his hardness move within her. She returned the grin sincerely, and moaned as her hypersensitive nerves were rubbed when he moved up to kiss her again.
Never underestimate vampire stamina, or the desire of a man that had waited years for this dream to come true.
Under the velvet moon shining in the window, the two vampires consummated their love.
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Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! If you have any questions or just want to talk, send me a line. I wouldn't object to you filling in that review box either.
'Til next time!
Sabr