damonika2009: while I agree you may find yourself changing your mind slightly here. I threw the pizza boy in there to showcase that not every guy that hits on her is some magical prince. A lot of regular guys would find her as alluring as Mamo and Diamond do. If anything I'm also trying to showcase that her confidence has risen up and as a result she's grown more comfortable in her own skin, more confident and that alludes from her. That type of thing can turn guys on, even the random ones.
kera69love: glad you loved it.
CaughtInAFantasy: dad's are hugely over protective at nearly any and every age. I'm 29 and my dad still insists that he go through the 'screening' process. Lol with mom's some are just as bad but others see it for what it is. I think dad's jut have this image of being their little girl and wanting it to stay that way…for as LONG as possible.
trish1573: yeah well I try but 'Shaydoe' does a good job in helping fleshing it out with the descriptions so you actually feel like you're there. I want you to feel like you're in the room with them or feeling what their feeling. 'Shaydoe' helps a LOT with that. lol
Bouowmx (Guest): I'm trying to give Rei and Yurichio their time to shine since it wasn't well seen in the anime. Chibi Usa's presence will be soon but wait till a villain (BIG ONE) leaves, then you'll see where its headed. It'll be…unexpected.
Setsuna-Chan22: Every time I would mention her spatula I would think of her chasing Usagi around with it. Lol and Chibi Usa is coming in due time. trying to give our couples a bit more time alone some romance before 'Chibus Interuptus' comes back in. and if I recall correctly Hotaru's first appearance was half way through the S season. But she plays an obvious huge role so she'll be there.
silverfaerie91 (Guest): Kenji is learning but it's going to be a curve for him. As for Usagi learning with Mamo. She's always really wanted this with him but since she had very few people to talk to about it, it really became to embarrassing for her to even think about to hard. It's like that old thing of taught not to do anything before marriage. She's desired to but was unconsciously repressed due to the relationships she had and still has. None of the inner senshi are in these types of relationships so it's hard for her to find someone to talk to about it. So her learning is something she's enjoying exploring.
divaofthemoon07 (Guest): its why I had her going on the pill early on, I knew that with our beloved couple the thought of condoms would NOT always be there. Lol an evil Mamo though…I could try to do a flash back of a 'Choas influenced dream'…possibly. If anyone else asks then I'll see where I can make it work.
moonbella09022 (Guest): that is coming….soon…
LoveInTheBattleField, lunanekoanime (Guest): here's your new ch/ep!
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Sailor Moon S 'Rise of the Messiah' ch.15
It was Saturday afternoon when Usagi and the girls were forced to move the study session to Mamoru's place. The Shinto Shrine was under repairs by a small army of conservationists. They wanted to replace some of the wooden beam and dowels that had rotted away due to weather and time. Grandpa Hino had even read up on the new developments since the safety codes for the shrine's lay outs had changed recently and he needed to adapt the structure to appease the city.
So he had been forced to kick both Rei and Yuichiro off Shrine Grounds for a few days while he bustled about making sure the stranger's didn't do more harm than good on his beloved temple. It also gave him a chance to go back to boss the people about the large area, making him feel more in charge again. He knew his granddaughter usually did the bossing, she could be a bit overbearing at times. So he was at once grateful that he could get back to being in charge with having to debate every order.
So now they were all huddled around Mamoru's low coffee table in the middle of his living room. Books and baked goods scattered over the top. Makoto the high queen of all things cookies and cakes, always provided the best study treats. At first it had been the only way to lure Usagi to study sessions. Now it was just perk she looked forwards to.
Mamoru was dressed in his grey track sweats and a white t-shirt. While Rei was in low cut jeans and a black button up shirt tied in a knot at her hip, the girls laying bets that it belonged to Yuichiro. Since being kicked out of the temple a couple days ago, none of the girls had fessed up about boarding the Miko. So it was guessed that she had shacked up with Yuichiro in a hotel somewhere. Though she professed she was at a friends from the academy.
Mako was in her jean overalls, with a low cut dark green wool sweater underneath. Ami to busy to change was still in her navy High school uniform, with Mina still happy to wear a lemon yellow sun dress in the middle of fall. Keeping herself warm with a pair of white tights and a dainty white cotton shawl.
Usagi ignored the fact that Mamoru seemed to be helping Ami quite a bit on some logistics for one of her advanced High School classes. She knew it was stupid to feel any type of irrational jealousy and did what she could to avoid making a ridiculous scene of herself. Even going as far as gripping her knuckles to avoid doing something stupid. Like ripping his hands off hers, as he once again patted her hand in approval of her work.
Receiving a small smile from Ami, who accepted his platonic affections politely, he didn't know that attention from boys gave her hives!
He however felt Usagi tense up beside him. A jagged uncomfortable feeling transmitting through their link. He slipped his hand to her knee under the table and gently rubbed his thumb over the soft skin exposed by her jean skirt as he quelled her over thinking process. Passing her a knowing smile, while she stubbornly refused to look at him. Gripping the spine of her English text roughly, feeling very foolish.
Relax Usako, logistics is very tough to learn. He eased. She bowed her head in embarrassment over her tick with him helping Ami. She'd been reading and re – reading her book in English to improve her speaking ability in the language. Who knew how many languages she'd have to learn as Queen, at least English could be her second…if she could even get the words in the right order. For some reason it seemed almost backwards to her.
Hai…gomen.
Hearing the doorbell she stood up to get it, brushing down her short cut off style blue jean shorts and pulling the light white cotton hoody down around her waist. Making sure she was in proper order before answering his door, not wanting to leave her skirt hiked up as sitting down on the floor had made it. She didn't want to show off anything to any of the girls let alone a stranger at the door.
She didn't notice the slight appreciating smirks and wistful smiles of adoring envy on the girl's faces from seeing Mamoru's hand briefly retract from her leg as she rose up from the table. Part of him wanted to blush in embarrassment but didn't. Not that they were as open about how close their relationship had gotten, but the girls were observant of every nuance of their Prince and Princess. Worthy protectors and guardian's in every way.
If anything he felt more open and prideful that he was the one who got to lay claim to her as a lover as well as a future husband.
So he cleared his throat and resumed his research paper, reading from one of his stacks of material. Jotting down notes and ignoring the knowing grins directed his way.
It was at the door that Usagi met a very well established gentleman, wearing a dark suit and tie. An elderly man who was strong of build, with a silvery head of thick white hair and a gentle smile. His brilliant blue eyes sparkling with a love of life.
"Hello, may I speak to Chiba, Mamoru – san?" he asked, his language, English. Usagi for her part took a second to internally translate it before it finally made sense to her ears.
("Mamoru – san is here, yes…who….are you?" I managed to get out in English. It was poor still but at least I was able to get some sentences out. Partially, "I am his professor, the one he's been helpful in assisting. For my classes." He continued on, though still in English. I again had to wait for it to translate before speaking again. Seeing the odd look on his face from my in ability to speak fast enough I explained, "English is second language…trying to speak." I amended in a stumbling manner.
"Oh I see, gomen a sai, I had no idea." He replied now in Japanese.
Which made me sigh in relief that he could speak my language instead.
I heard Mamo – chan coming out from around the corner to greet him, "Ooi, professor to what do I owe the surprise visit?" he asked him. His protective form standing directly next to me, "I see your lady friend is back and in good health." He motioned to Mamo – chan's close proximity to my form. "Hai, she is." Mamo – chan smiled, his arm going around my waist. I smiled, leaning into the comforting embrace.
"I throw a dinner party every year for my students, I wished to invite you personally to come along. It'll be at my estate, this Friday evening. I hope to see you there." He began to leave right before turning back around.
"Oh if you'd like you can bring your lady friend…" then he spotted the rest of the girls peaking their heads around the corner from the living room. A comical line up of inquiring faces glued to the side of the archway leading from the front foyer to the living area.
He looked to Mamo – chan, with a light chuckle. "Forgive me but, it seems you have a small harem at your disposal." Mamo – chan blushed understanding the joke his professor threw his way before the girls blanched and nearly fell at the insinuation not catching the joke just yet, "Oh kami no! Mamoru – san is Usagi – chan's through and through. Were just here for the free food while studying." Rei explained.
He smiled mildly, "I see, well your welcome to come along to." He walked back out. Mamoru closed the door then we went to sit back down. Finding myself sitting next to Mamoru I couldn't help but lay my hand gently over his leg under the coffee table. I could feel him shifting closer to me in response. His bodies needs consciously adjusting to my own. It was Minako's, "What is this stain on your couch Mamoru – san?" that got our attention. We both shot our heads up in alarm, eyes wide a saucer's.
She began rubbing it, seeing if it would come off. Mine and Mamo – chan's eyes widened as a grand blush stained our cheeks recalling the last bout we had was on the couch…in that very spot she was rubbing and even starting to scratch at.)
Oh...God. Minako stop picking at it!
("I ah…I wouldn't touch that if I were you." I advised. Her eyes shot from mine to Mamo – chan's before realization dawned on her. Cringing and bolting off the couch. She settled on the floor as everyone else had, now sending me very unnerving glares.
"I knew it." Makoto said as Rei handed her a small amount of yen. Huffing in disappointment. I looked over to them blinking in unsettled surprise, "You knew what Mamoru and I were up to? And were betting on it?" I asked incredulously if a bit shocked. The two blushed and shrugged while Ami kept her peace, face glowing like a stop light. Eyes averted to her study notes not willing to engage in this lewd conversation.
Though from having been caught or from the subject of the bet I wasn't sure of, "I…er…" then both went to burying their heads in the books in front of them. Giggling and avoiding my accusing glare.
"Ew, I sat on it." Minako whined, part of her smoothing out the area of her hip, she had sat with hoping its 'essence' would come off with the wipe. "Get over it, now let's get back to English." Truly I hated studying for English. From what I had heard, you needed to be really young to study it due to how extensive the language was.
"What about the party, what will you wear?" Makoto asked me, wanting to get the conversation back on the right track. Thinking on it I really didn't have anything that would suite this type of party. I wanted something sweet, sexy, mature yet not over powering. I had a small idea on who to ask to see if said person might have something to match my personality and give me what I wanted. "I'll have to do some shopping around. But, I have an idea." I respond, my face lighting up at the idea.
"It should be really fun, I've heard of his parties, he invites international students to come in as well." Ami offered, nodding enthusiastically. "Hai, which means a lot of studying." Mamo – chan waved the book in front of me, tauntingly. "NO need to patronize me." I admonished.
Taking the book we went over things for the next hour till I could finally have a small conversation in English. It wasn't to bad, once I got into it but it was difficult to figure out how to start it off. Once the girls left around dinner time I kept practicing even as Mamo – chan decided to make us dinner.
"I can't wait till this is really just us." Looking up from the coffee table, as he moved through the galley kitchen. I know he'd know what I meant. He seemed to smile then bit his lip almost as if he wanted to say something before agreeing, "Hai. Now try some more English." He insisted, playing with the rice cooker on plugged in on the island.
We had a half-baked conversation in English before dinner time. Once dinner was eaten I used his phone, escaping to the bedroom for a bit of privacy due to his watching the t.v.
I didn't want the sounds from it to prevent me from hearing the person on the other end. It really wouldn't be fair to the person at the other end. I called up an old friend. "Hey, yeah been a while. Listen I have a small favor to ask of you." I could tell he was smiling over the line.
"Hai, what is it?" he asked with a sigh. "I know you've been expanding the sister's make up line to an extension of women's clothing. Does any of that happen to have a beautiful, sexy, mature yet not in your face dress. I could perhaps purchase and wear by tomorrow evening?" I bit my lip hoping he did. "Hai, I actually have an entire line dedicated to people who have influenced me recently. There is a dress in there I think you'll look killer in." I smiled eagerly, "How much?" I asked, hoping his prices weren't as extravagant as his tastes were.
"For what you've done for me and my brother…? Nothing, it's on me. I'll send you the size to your place." I gave a small wince, "Actually I've been over at Mamo – chan's place. Papa and I aren't seeing eye to eye on things and he needs to cool off. And to be honest so do I." The line felt dead for a minute before he spoke again, "Where does he live?" he asked. His voice, cool and controlled. I gave him the apartment number and address.
"It'll be there by tomorrow afternoon." He stated in a crisp business fashion, "Arigato, Diamond – san. Tell me how are thing's going over there?" His cold shoulder over the phone unfortunately went over my head.
I was just wondering innocently how business had gone well for him. His cut throat nature made him an asset to the business world and his tastes in the finer things gave him more leeway to joining more of the upper class establishments. Building an extension to the sisters make up line into clothing had been an easy achievement for him. Now if I could just find him a woman that could take his mind away from me.)
"Anything for you Usagi – chan. And things are going fine. I'm really glad the girls decided to let me handle the expansion overseas. It's done wonderfully over in America, people love the fashion lines and the make-up expansion that the girls have produced." Not to mention his new powers gave him back that commanding presence that he had lacked as a human. He was able to expand and get what the sisters needed without the draw backs.
Granted that was all he used his powers for. He didn't want for it to go to his head and go back to being the prince that tried to steal his Usa's heart again. He would get it but he would work hard for it this time. Though part of him knew the reality of it. She'd never be his…as she never was truly his. But a man could hope and hope he did.
If anything, it still stung to NOT be able to call her love as he used to. He still loved her beyond anything in the world. His need for her poured out into his work recently. His dreams of her haunted him and he only wished to have her back. To win her back honestly as his attempt to steal her heart away had ended as badly as it had. He didn't want her to look at him with hate or remorse, he wanted her to believe that she made the right decision in saving him.
It was why he had no female in his life yet. He masked his need for female companionship with his need to work all the time. Though he had to admit he did gain female attention, but none could keep his attention for longer than a date or two. It was only on Sapphire's insistence that he date that he even broke down enough to go out.
The last one was a complete opposite of Usagi. Something that greatly annoyed him. Her fire was rude, her spirit over powering, and her need for affection bordered on stalker clingy. He had just barely managed to get away with protecting his asset with the client he had been working with while that ended. A deep part of him still hoped that she would come back, see him as the better prince, but alas her phone call that had him perked up only got dashed as she seemed to be temporarily living with the dark haired man.
"Anyways the dress'll be there tomorrow afternoon." He knew he'd have to rush the order out but at the same time, knew the dress would be perfect for her. Plus in some small way he felt she'd be wearing something from him and not a piece that her boyfriend picked out and on that note he felt his lips smile. Mamoru he knew would NOT like it. Perhaps this dress could do more good for him in the long run.
Only time would tell for him. But he knew deep down it would NOT be in his favor. "Arigato!" Usagi was excited now, a new dress fit for the occasion. Her pink one at home was not only not right for the occasion, but she wanted something to show off her maturity and her pink number showed her still as more of a dressed up child rather than a maturing young woman.
They only conversed for a few more minutes all simple and light, laughing and just joking with each other over how crazy family life could be before she hung up when the conversation died to an amiable silence. Going back to sit with Mamoru on the couch, he happily enveloped her in his arms. Holding her closely as she snuggled into his chest, "Who was on the phone?" he asked, curious as he had not really been listening in on his loves conversation. Only for a moment did she think about not telling him before she mentally smacked herself for that.
Get a grip. It's not that big of a deal.
(I told myself, "Sapphire - kun was telling me a bit ago about Diamond running his own portion of the sisters business in America. He built a line of women's clothing and is sending me a new dress." I was so happy. I couldn't wait to see how it looked. But I saw a small clench in Mamo – chan's jaw. "What's wrong with the pink one you have?" his voice shifting a bit. It seemed he wasn't thrilled with the current events.
I'd hoped by now that since Diamond was going to America to run that part of the business Mamo – chan would go easier on him, perhaps I was mistaken, "It's not the right type for the college party were going to. Mamo – chan, are you okay?" I asked, feeling his whole body gone stiff. Biting his lip he stated, "So why not ask if we couldn't go shopping together?"
I looked to his face. A tinge of jealousy behind the anger was found, "Gomen, I didn't even think about that. Well I know you've been working hard to save your money so I figured I could call in a favor. If you don't want me to wear it or accept it I'll call Diamond back up." I iterated, not wanting an argument. I should have thought about Mamo- chan's feelings before I called Diamond up.)
I'm such a baka!
("No go ahead…if anything I'd like to see how he envisions you now. It might be a sign of how far he's come from seeing you as his possession." He remarked, calming himself down. I was still iffy though, "Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want this to be a case where he would be silently fuming while having cut off his mental connection so I couldn't feel his anger or jealousy towards the matter.
But he only smiled to me, "I'm positive. Now let's get back to watching t.v." he said. It wasn't more than ten minutes later when I felt mental emotions of lust singing through his veins. A need to lay claim to what was his pulsing through his body. It heated up my own. Deciding to amend for my error in thinking I stood up already knowing his eyes were on me. I walked forward a few feet to our bedroom.
Looking back I saw his eyes glued to me, the possessiveness clear as day. I saw the need to take me struggling to get out as he wanted to soak this look up as much as possible. I smiled evilly, then undid the buttons of my jean shorts before turning around and pushed them down as I bent over, revealing my burnt orange lacy hipster panties. I saw his hand running over his member and turned back round to kick the shorts to him. They hit him in the face.
I smiled in laugher as he quickly pulled them away as he ate up the sight of me, "Usako…" I heard him moan. Reaching under my shirt in the back, I unsnapped my matching bra and slid it through one of the arm holes from my tank top. His eyes widened as I then turned back around and said, "Could you ever forgive me?" it was truth mixed in with lust as I pulled my tank away but made sure to time it right so he'd only see a peak of my breast before I entered his room. I heard a mad scramble as he fumbled to undress himself.
Finding me nude, only this time I was on his dresser, my legs open, feet propped up on the handles of his drawers. I looked down to find him hard as a rock. Grabbing a condom from behind me I slipped off the dresser with ease as I bent down to put it on him with my mouth. It was a skill that I spent some time practicing on. I wanted to be seemingly more skilled than I originally had been when we first met.
He groaned in agonizing pleasure as I massaged his balls, slowly lowering the condom on with my teeth, "Oh…kami…" he muttered, biting his lip with the effort to not ram himself into my face. He had done it once before with the condom in my mouth and my teeth ended up cutting it on impact. It was a lesson learned. Stopping once it was on I stood up and felt his hands smooth down my arms before hauling me up against his form, reaching down to lift me by my bum, shove me back on the dresser before slipping into me once again.
For once I was thankful that the dresser was waist height, his waist height, it was perfect. I hung onto him as if my life depended on it as he gave me everything I could ever ask for. And I didn't even have to ask! So in synch we were, I need not say harder or faster, he felt my need for it and gave it to me as good as I was giving. It was when he pulled my head back by my hair, his fingers threading in my locks that he looked deeply into my eyes.)
For him once he thought about the Diamond bit with the dress he knew he wanted to claim her all over again. Feeling the need apparently through their link gave him a nice half strip tease making his mouth water and his need for her become insatiable. When her shorts hit his face he scrambled to see his eternal angel again. Seeing her tease him some more till she left his sights he himself scrambled to shed his clothing. Her words of forgiveness mixed with the lust had his mind in over drive.
Seeing her displayed on his dresser, ready for him, her center that he could see aroused almost as much as he was already for her, made him want to slam her into it and give her everything she asked for and more. The condom she placed on him nearly had him dying to hold himself in place. He had wanted so badly to slam himself down her throat but had remembered the broken one from his un controlled actions and had put that need to rest.
He was already putting nearly a third of his paycheck towards condoms for them. Expensive they were but for him they were well worth it in the end. That and while she was on birth control the doctor side of him refused to go to many times without a condom. A few times was one thing but not a constant, at least not right now. She was working on graduating early and the new enemy, getting her pregnant now wouldn't help matters.
Shoving her back on the dresser he felt the need to plant himself within her over ride anything else in his mind. He slid himself into her with ease born of loving the feel of her wrapped around him. He stood still, feeling her inner muscles clench about him almost painfully before he pulled back and slowly slid in again. It was driving her nuts. She wanted to feel his power, his passion, but his need to go slow seemed to be driving him just as nuts.
He was biting his lip with the effort to maintain his pace. He wanted to savor what no other man on earth or any OTHER planet would even be privileged enough to feel. Or ever would feel period. He felt his possessive side flare up at the very thought of another man trying to take what was his. She was his future wife. The future mother of his children and he'd do anything to protect that, to protect her, to make her his, now and forever.
And right now he was going to claim her. A fleeting memory of her and Diamond kissing – even though it was her playing the role of evil and not truly being evil - crossed his mind and accidentally let it slip through the link. She shifted having seen it. "Mamo – chan…" she caressed his face with a loving adoration for him. He himself lowered his head ashamed that he let his insecurities momentarily over rule him.
"I promise, it will only ever be you. That meant NOTHING compared to us…this, what we have between us. It doesn't hold a candle's light to our flame." She knew what he was feeling and once again felt guilty for her rash thoughts with the stupid dress. It wasn't worth it.
She sent him a picture of their counter parts, a past action she had been thinking of off and on lately. It made her wet on thought alone. He smirked, "You know for someone begging for forgiveness she sure seems to be asking a lot in return." He smirked, caressing different portions of her body. Marking it for himself. "It's up to you." She bantered back. "Mind you it's only because I want to too." He countered. Grabbing her legs he threw both over his shoulders before he began a slow pounding in her body.
With the wall well over a foot behind her with a mirror she had to put her weight on her hands as he took her to his own rhythm. The rhythm a killer on her but the motions, the feel of her true love within her drove her to new heights of pleasure. With each thrust he watched her breasts jiggle. With each thrust he felt her clench tighter. With each thrust he felt himself approaching the flash point where he would simply slam her more than willing body without thought against the wall they were next to.
"I oh kami Mamo – chan…harder please!" she begged. Her words filled with a breathless shudder that her body emulated in trembling waves that started low, deep within herself and crashed upon her in unending bliss.
He could take no more. Moving her form from the dresser he did as he desired and slammed her against the wall next to it. She let out a scream as he reached a deep point within her. He grinned in male pride at the look of pleasure filled abandonment on her face as his strokes lengthened, deepened and went faster within her. He was steadily losing control over himself as her muscles clenched in intent to take him with her.
He held himself as she orgasmed around him. It was painful to hold his orgasm back as he saw her face forming that big O of pleasure before it turned into a widened smile of glowing happiness. He loved it, knowing he was the only one to give her that feeling, to make her face light up the way it did. He felt a surge of male pride as he was the only one who would ever give her that expression.
Feeling him still hard she looked to him, "Mamo – chan?" she asked, reaching her hand down only to be caught by his own. He had to stop her or he'd lose his will power to hold on and bring her to orgasm once again. He instead grabbed both of her hands and pushed them over her head since she seemed determined to fight him on her touching him.
It reality she loved his domination of her body. Always in control of daily life, in battles where she had to direct and order. Even though she was part of a team, having her loving prince reveal the dominate nature he had. While his nature allowed her to reveal her own need to submit to him it made her heart race with lust and love for him. So she surrendered herself to him, rocking her hips plaintively.
She knew if it ever became to much he'd stop in a heartbeat. Never one to even consider hurting her. He honestly couldn't bear the thought of her in actual pain and she knew that. With her hands pinned over her head she said something that both blushed at, "For the love of kami Mamo – chan…fuck me." her eyes widened, her blush took her hues to new heights and she felt a bit embarrassed to have stated such a thing to him.
He may have swore at the heights of passion but never had asked her to fuck him. The startled way he was staring at her had her a bit confused as his reaction flew from many forms of erotic thoughts and shock. His Usako was asking him, no begging him to fuck her. Never had she asked that. It stunned and turned him on to no end. He became that much harder as he felt her insides stretch to accommodate him.
She felt herself stretch further apart at her words, and as the embarrassing blush went away she realized it had not been a negative but a positive. Feeling a bit more confident she then stated in a newly shy yet sexy manner, "Unless you don't wa - " her scream of pleasure burst from her throat as Mamoru lost control of his body. Slamming into her with everything he had. The strokes lengthened and deepened as he lost himself in pleasuring her and taking her for himself. Making her feel him as deep down inside as possible.
"Usako!" he yelled out, his one hand abandoning the hold on her hands as it wrapped around her shoulder to slam her that much harder on his length. The image she sent to him was of their counter parts, nude, as his former self, Endymion had taken Serenity up against her bedroom wall next to the window. The moon light had been a beautiful contrast to her skin that night, and he hadn't been able to control himself from taking her in her room.
Normally they would have gone back to earth but their passions had over ruled their logic and their love making had started and ended in her chambers that night. He still was trying to figure out how they woke up in a corner of the room when he certainly remembered falling asleep in bed with her…or at least taking her in her large bed. He was still trying to remember and figure out that mystery even a thousand years later.
Finally he approached the flash point only this time he was ready for her to come as well as he felt her tight muscles. The undulated around him so intensely it was almost to much as he then struggled to push back inside of her. It made him all the more determined to push forward within her. Now his body felt like it was a plow machine, because all his mind could function on was plowing into her till she screamed his name in pleasure filled abandonment.
In those moments all he wanted to hear was her scream his name, to feel her muscles take from him what he desired to give to her and to never let it end. As if reading his mind he felt her reach her own flash over point, "Mamo – chan! Don't you dare stop!" she half screamed. Her voice louder than usual even as she came flowing down his length in near torrents.
Her fluids drenching his member and balls even down to his thighs as she came making sliding in a tad easier but also making it that much easier to come with her. The scent of her fluids and his overpowered his senses as he felt himself fall over the tipping point, "Fuck Usako!" he could hold no more. With a final thrust he slammed himself in till he swore he felt another organ as she wailed once more. Erupting into another orgasm off that thrust alone had her head spinning in mind numbing pleasure.
His knees buckled as they slid down the wall. Her back leaving a trail of sweat from their exertions behind. Her hair completely mussed up but she was un caring. To content to being in her love's arms to give a damn about her state of disarray.
He fell to his knee caps as she curled up like a content cat in his lap. Her legs now having been lowered as he used what little strength he had left to stand up and carry her to bed. But being tired didn't stop him from momentarily molding her bum in his hands, softly yet boldly leaving tiny little marks in her flesh as she giggled in euphoric state still.
Sliding her under the sheets as they both felt suddenly to hot to imagine, he didn't both with the comforter, only used his body to cover hers. His leg draped over hers, his other in between them, his arm curved around her rib cage just under her breasts. A satisfied smile adorned both their lips as they feel into a much needed sleep. His body language proved he had this need to protect and possess his beloved in every way.
He loved her so deeply he could barely breathe at times. It amazed him how at one point in time they fought like wild cats when all along it was more or less due to his feelings over her. What would have happened if he told her the truth back then? That he did fall for her, that he did want to be with her. That she made his heart race and his pulse jump at the sight of her. That even her persistent bubbliness made him want to smile and not sneer as he'd forced himself to do on several occasions.
Some part of him wanted to tell her he'd loved her upon meeting her, that he had always felt something for her, but it wouldn't do any good now. It was wasted time. So truly they'd never know and he was to tired to put more thought into it. I love you my Usako, no matter what. I'll never let you go…I promise. It was a promise she sent loving feelings back to for as she drifted off to sleep. Gentle and warm, full of comfort and security that he would always be the most important person in her life.
(Sunday rolled around as we got up and made a late breakfast. Mamo – chan was back in his flimsy sleep pants while I ended up in one of his overly large button up dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up past my elbows. As I started to make the Tamayogaki a basic rolled egg omelet, I whipped the egg in a ceramic bowl at the island, the quiet morning awoken by the whisks steady beating.
Adding Mamoru's favorite seasoning, making the eggs just slightly sweet, his love for sweet things could rival mine at times. I slipped past him to the stove making sure my bum just brushed against his crotch. Taunting as was my way when we cooked, or did anything together now a days. Always some part of us was touching, if only briefly. Accenting the fact that we were true lovers no matter what.
Of course the sweetest thing he love to eat at happened to also be a place of just enough tang to it to. I blushed at my thoughts on that one. Using the little rectangular omelet pan known as a Makiyakinabe, I was humming a merry little tune as I worked with the egg. Folding it as it cooked, with a wide spatula. Smiling fondly as I felt his approval over my effort in the kitchen this morning. Leaning over my shoulder his hot breath tickling the nape of my neck, sending the most seductive shivers over my body.
Cooking was not my talent, I struggled with it. But I never gave up, always trying to keep my mood positive as I struggled with eggs once more. Mamo-chan was busy on the other side of the counter, cooking toast and stirring the miso soup bubbling in a small pot beside me. I so loved this feeling of our routine. It felt like we were preparing for a married life already. I looked about the living room already seeing the little things of mine around.
Things that signaled that I now in some way lived here to. I smiled in thought as Mamo – chan hugged me around my waist and placed little pecking kisses at my neck, "I don't want this to ever end Usako." He whispered. I smiled fondly, "Me neither." I whispered back.
It was around 11:30 when the doorbell rang. Realizing it had to be my dress and that after last night we both forgot to call Diamond up to cancel it. I got up from the coffee table, we used as a dining table. Only to have Mamo – chan beat me to the punch. His longer legs gave him the speed he needed to beat me. Slipping in front of me and into the foyer, as I had taken the longer way around the furniture near the balcony window.
Shooting me an incredulous look, wondering if I was seriously going to answer the door wearing only one of his shirts. Giggling and blushing I stood meekly away from the door as I realized wearing only what I had on might not be the most appropriate form of greeting anyone at the door. I decided to wait impatiently for him to return.
A short signage of it and the medium sized box was now in Mamo – chan's possession. It looked a bit tall for a dress so I was almost cringing. I hoped it didn't have to many frills of ridiculous lacing or got forbid taffeta to it. Fear of Diamond sending me an ugly piece as a way of flicking me off for not choosing him flashed through my mind. Mamo – chan gave it to me. I was a tad surprised but took it none the less. "I can still - " he put his hand up, "I would really like to see what he gave to you." He amended.
Putting the box on the island counter I opened it up to reveal a lovely sapphire blue dress. No real frills, but there was a hint of lace at the breast line. The upper half was form fitting, near skin tight right up till it approached the upper thigh. It had a partial flowing skirt that covered three quarters of my legs revealing a tinge of sexiness and while still maintaining a mature and not to overzealous look. The skirt almost looked like a budding rose with flowing pedals that covered my hips and down my legs.
I looked further and found a pair of matching stiletto heels, peep toe and a back buckle with a note under them. I wasn't fast enough to snag the note before Mamoru snapped it up. So I reluctantly stood anxiously while Mamo – chan read it, "Usagi – chan, though you did not choose me in the end I felt this piece is perfect for you. I guess I spent enough time memorizing everything about your body from the few touches and all the looking I did that I was able to get a lovely view on how any dress would fit on you."
To that Mamo – chan gave me a curious eyebrow while trying to prevent his eyes from narrowing at the note. I glanced over his elbow to read the note for myself.
"This is part of my Spring collection for next year. I think it would be a great evening wear piece for your dance tonight. Say hello to the girls for me and with regards to Mamoru, if he ever messes up. I'll always be here for you." I could tell he was trying to keep his thoughts with regards to the note to himself, though I caught sight of a hint of surprise, "P.S. Mamoru, if it is you reading this instead, word of advice…" to this he smiled, actually smiled.
"Don't fuck it up! She deserves the best!" he looked to me, with a slight smile before starting to crack up. "I have to admit he's right on that note."
I smile back, "The event starts at three so go ahead and get ready, I'm sure you'll want to throw your hair around till you find out what you want to do with it. Me…I've got a tux to purchase." I look at him in confusion, "Just transform and take the hat and mask off. The guise effect will be taken away." I state, "Did that ever work when you took off your tiara?" I opened my mouth but nothing would come out, "No." I respond. "Besides, I have to go shopping with Motoki – san with his, might as well right?"
I look up to him, "He'll be there to? What about Reika – chan?" I asked him curiously, "Both yeah. If you want I could let Reika – chan know you're here so she can help you out." I nod in acceptance, he smiles. I heard him phoning Motoki's place as they laughed a bit before hanging up. "Okay I'll meet Motoki – san over at the shop, Reika – chan will be here within 30 minutes." I nod happily. He leans in and gives me a welcoming kiss.
I deepen it. Feeling my back hit a wall and his lips leave mine to leave a hot wet trail down my neck I give a small unintentional encouraging moan. "You're a temptress…kami…but…I need to go." He dashed off before he could give into his body's demands for me any further. It was something that had me aching in need but rolling in laughter. I went back into our room to flip through a CanCam magazine, seeing if there were any hair styles I could try to implement in my own do or leave it as is.
I heard a swift knock at the door. Thinking it was Reika I didn't even bother looking out through the peep hole. Opening the door I came face the face with Amber. My head fell in aggravation as hers turned to a shocked expression, "What are you doing here?" she demanded, "I'm at my boyfriend's place – how did you get past the security…again?" I questioned, not letting her get any opportunity to slip inside.
My whole body acting as a shield to our sanctuary. This was our place, there was nothing for her here other than a swift kick to her butt and ego. Unconsciously holding the low collar of Mamoru's shirt closed with a hand, I was suddenly feeling very exposed and poorly dressed to be sparing with Amber yet again. Though part of me had a need to throw it into her face that Mamo – chan and I were intimate I didn't need any extra back lash with the school.
People already were looking at me like I was cheating my way to the top, but I didn't need 'school whore' on top of it. Amber somehow covered up her prior indiscretions with other males but I didn't have those connections. And it was only through Umino that I discovered that little tid bit of information.
Covering up her shock with anger she instead ignored my words and said, "Tell him 'his date', 'moa'…" She indicated herself, "Will be at a grande party tonight. I'll be expecting him to look good as always." I looked at her like she'd grown a second head, "Okay seriously?! Are you this blind to see that he doesn't want you?! Or are you just mental?! Or better yet are you on some kind of hallucinogenic drug?" she raged at me internally at my words.
"He'll come to me." she stated smartly. "Oh for the love of kami get out of our lives you annoying little pest!" I yelled at her.
Slamming the door in her face she screamed back, "He will be mine, mark my words Tsukino!" her other words were completely ignored as I locked the door and walked away, seething with frustration and pure hate.
"That girl is insane! What is wrong with her? Maybe she is on drugs…" I was shocked, I never knew for a person to act that way in regards to someone who made it very clear multiple times over. What would make her see things clear enough to LET go?! Because being direct is apparently not direct enough. I mean for myself, I'd be embarrassed to death if I ever acted that way for anything.
It was shameful to not have any respect for the man's obvious relationship for his loving girlfriend…soon his future wife. Was she so used to getting what she wanted that she dismissed any other logical reasoning? It was something to ponder on. Two minutes later there was another knocking at the door, "For the love of all that is holy, let that be Reika – chan! Otherwise I might go to jail for beating a woman to death!" I yelled to the heaven's.
Lucky me it was Reika, dressed in a pair of jeans and a blue flowery cardigan. Her brunette hair pulled back in a white cloth head band. With a plastic dress bag over one arm and large makeup kit in her other hand. "Good, I thought it was that wacky girl again! I swear she's getting worse and worse!" I amended for my need to pull her bodily into the apartment. "Let me guess Mamoru – san's new stalker." She added already feeling the irritating vibes from me.
"What? NEW stalker?" I asked. She widened her eyes as if realizing her slip, "When he was 'dating' Rei – chan he joked with Motoki – san that he wondered if she had followed him around to catch him when he wasn't paying attention. I think one time he ducked into a woman's shoe store to escape from her." I smiled, "Though now I think he's really glad that she's found love with that Yurichio I think his name is." I smiled mildly at the joke.
"I think she did. When she sets her sights on something she's relentless. It comes in handy for fighting and battles but from what we can tell she's full on head over heels for Yurichio now. It's good because she needs someone like him. He can give her what she wants without her pride getting in the way." We laughed.
I guided her to the bedroom so she could see the dress. "It's gorgeous. I love it." She then looked to me with narrowing joking eyes, "I hate you." We both laughed. "I'm actually glad you came over, I need help with figuring out my hair or leave it as is, and with the heels…" I pointed to them, "I'll be breaking them in while you're here so don't mind the incessant clip clopping around." She smiled in understanding with a nod.)
Time to get to work…look good for my Mamo – chan and forget about that phycho Amber!
(Getting ready the dress fit like a gem. Tight in all the right places without it being to tight. I hated to admit it but Diamond knew my body type to a T. It was sweet in a deranged sort of creepy way but I filed that away. Right now I was feeling like a million bucks, and no thoughts of Amber or my need to speak perfect English, or at least bad English could come to mind and ruin it.
In the end I left my hair in its odangos. Reika ended up lending me some sapphire hair clips with matching earrings. They dropped down to my neck line, accenting my slender neck.
I loved them, "Arigato, but, how did you know with the color?" I asked, "I didn't. Motoki – san bought them for me recently. A gift." I saw her look off to the side glumly, "What's wrong? If you really don't want me to wear them I won't." I asked, "Nothing. And please wear them for tonight. I just….we had a discussion and after talking something's out he decided to give those to me as a gift so please don't lose them tonight." She begged.
"Never." I promised. I was for once grateful that I had to wear heels with Diamond back on Nemesis. The man had pretty much gave me a crash course in wearing the tricky foot wear. It gave me the foot work to wear the stiletto's without tripping in them.
"It is bad that you're still not as tall as Mamoru - san with those on?" Reika giggled, having gotten ready as well. She was dressed in a fine red silk cocktail dress. With simple pencil skirt and sleeveless bodice that hugged her hips. Looking elegant and refined, with her long hair falling in bouncy ringlets around her bare shoulders.
"No, I love his height. It's especially nice when we're…" I began to look around at the various places we had christened when I cupped my mouth seeing as how I was ready to reveal portions of our sex life to her. She laughed, "Its fine. I'm not here to judge. Besides, as being the only other female in our weird little group to actually have sex I think I might know a thing or two." We both laughed, shattering the awkward moment.
"Hai, it's beautiful. But, his height…I don't know why but, its adds to him. Makes him more dashing, plus…" I giggled, "When he picks me up off the ground to make love, I sort of feel like I'm free of everything. That he's taking me to another world where only he and I exist." I admired the wall we were just up against, with a wistfulness borne from great sex. "I know the feeling. Like your untouchable except by the one you love the most." Reika added with a knowing look. I nod, "Exactly."
It was Mamo – chan's, "Hello?" that drew us both from the bedroom, well Reika, "Stay in here, your entrance should be a bit more grande than just walking out with me." I phished at her, "If anything we both look so hot for tonight we should walk out together, blow their minds away." I already knew Motoki was with Mamo – chan. The girls I knew would be waiting at the rose estate for us. I knew not everyone could fit into Mamo – chan's car. "Shall we?" I asked her. She smiled eagerly, "May as well." She replied.
Walking out we saw two sets of jaws drop. I couldn't keep the smile from my face at seeing Mamo – chan's highly approving face. He looked star struck. "Usako…" he looked me up and down, amazement in his eyes along with deep seeded love and lust was building quickly. "Not entirely sure I want to go out now." He admitted. His eyes swept over my form repeatedly. I smiled in a cat having nailed the canary type of way.)
Mamo – chan…you like?
She asked even though she knew the response. Usako…your stunning…beautiful…erotic…oh kami…we are seriously cutting this night short. Kami the things I want to do to you…while in that dress...she cut him off mentally seeing the now forming budge in his pants. She then noticed Motoki and Reika were paying little attention, as their eyes were on one another's as well. "Come on let's get going." She iterated. Mamoru for his part was having trouble with his need to leave and let her leave the apartment.
Part of him seriously wanted to and was contemplating on throw the other couple out and show Usagi some new sex positions, those of which included the dress. Not that he'd ever let Diamond know that. The bastard was probably grinning like a mad fool, now curious as anything to know how the dress he sent worked out. He'd never tell him he loved it on her, that the color brought out the brilliance of the blue in her eyes, or that it made him hard on impact.
He knew by now at this point he'd have to work the night over and think of every old, wrinkled, naked woman on earth to calm his raging lust for her. It would be the only way to avoid having a hard on half the time he was out with her. Not to mention explaining his discomfort on carrying one wherever he went. He briefly worried about the reactions of the other men at the party as they would be admiring and more than likely asking for dances throughout the night. He knew he'd need to stick by her for the majority of the night.
It was only the need to drive to the estate safely – and the couple in the back seat, though granted that were making out – that prevented him from talking her into sex with him the front seat of a car. He'd heard of the euphoric feel of driving while having sex. Though he was also advised NOT to do it unless there were no other cars or cops in the area. Had it not been for those two factors though, he would be in the heavens right now. However his iron clad will could not stop the images from seeping through the link.
He couldn't help but imagine her sliding her sapphire blue dress up, pulling the breast line down and straddling him. Nor could he help the image of her with the heels still on as she would slide her hands down his chest, unbutton and unzip his pants, pull him out for her enjoyment before lowering herself on him causing the euphoric rush of lust and love as she would ride him while the vibrations of the car would act as another motion of caress.
He could already imagine the throaty moans come from her lips as he would latch himself onto a breast, nibbling on her nipple while trying to keep his eyes on the road. She would grab his hair and push him further against her breasts while moaning his name like a mantra as he marked her and leave soft mouth shaped bruises on her breasts.
Mamo – chan!
Hearing her voice shocked at his thoughts calmed him down somewhat…till he heard her iterate back…at least wait until AFTER the party to think of new sex positions…and places. We can't do that now but later on, just wait! He was stunned and became a bit hard at her acceptance of it. He didn't think she'd go for it. But not that he knew he couldn't help the goofy grin nor the glint in his eyes that came to his face.
He made a mental note that during the party he would look up back roads and see if Motoki and Reika couldn't hitch a ride with someone else. If he could get his love to ride him as he drove them home he'd be one happy man.
(I for my part was a tad stunned but felt like I couldn't wait to see how that would work out. It was nearly 45 minutes later when we arrived. The Rose estate was huge. Built like a fairy tale mansion of locally quarried stone, with elaborate balcony's framed with roses. Long arching windows and heavy oak doors. Elaborate rose gardens that framed the estate, all the way down to the main road. It looked like some scenic backdrop to a postcard from the countryside of England.
Far from the outskirts of Tokyo out in the country. I was blown away that I had never been down in this area but at the same time knew why. This whole area, the last 10 miles we drove was nothing but rich, upper class society. Not heavily populated but heavily sought after. Papa used to drive us down this way as kids when we would go to the hot springs that were up at the resort. The lanes were filled with fall colored trees, the last of the summer greenery still hanging on here and there.
It was the scenic route to take. I loved looking at all the big manors and foreign estates in the area. I dreamed of living in one with my husband and kids one day. Fantasies really. But in the end I ended up seeing that many people from the area, felt they were above others. It killed off my fantasies for good. Very few people up in this area were good, honorable, and respectful. Which had me questioning Mamo – chan's professor's morality.
He was a good man so far, he was giving Mamo – chan a huge chance to improve his resume and ability to go further in life to become the doctor he dreamt of becoming and for that he had my respect and well wishes in life. "It's so…wow…" I admired. I could practically feel the need Mamo – chan had to want to give me a nice big house to live in, to raise our children in. It was a sweet but unneeded gesture.)
If I recall correctly the Crystal Palace we'll live in is a LOT bigger than these manors here…mansions really if you look at them. Plus even if we weren't going to be living in a big palace my home, my house with you is wherever you are. I don't need some big fancy place, just you and me with our children.
(I felt Mamo – chan smile. Yeah I know…it's a great deal bigger but it doesn't stop me from wanting to provide my family with everything. He surmised mentally. The most important thing you can provide your family is your presence there. I told him. I wanted him to understand that he wouldn't just be a King he'd be a husband and a father. He mentally nodded in agreement knowing what I was referring to.
Neither of us wanted our lives as royals to dictate our every move elsewise we'd never have time to have a family let alone be one. I was already trying to come up with little systematic ways to ensure we could have a normal life while maintaining the roles of royals. One option I had thought of a while back was to have guards around the palace but when around the more family housed areas to lighten it up and give it a more homey feeling.
A semblance of normalcy. But if someone were to find out then it'd be destroyed or ruined. It was a work in progress to say the least. "It's bigger than I remember." Motoki said in astonishment, leaning between the front seats. It didn't surprise me that he'd been here before, Motoki had a very outgoing personality. It's what made him so good at his job.
Going inside, the grande high arching main foyer. I brought in my small black purse, a smaller book of 'Japanese to English', a nice little reference guide for the bits that I couldn't quite catch. Plus since it was the same coloring of the purse, no one would truly notice. Not unless they were looking over my shoulder. Mamo – chan guided me inside, a hand on my back as we found the girls standing in a corner, seemingly looking for us.)
To be continued…