Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Rosario Vampire. I am merely twisting the creator's vision into my own dream. If the supernatural, sexuality, or violence is offensive to you, then you should not read this.

Chapter 61

Moka was unsure of how she should feel. Her body was filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and while she felt invigorated, her body was heavy and her movements were sluggish. Somewhere in her mind her sense of pride was yelling in impotent rage. Tsukune was still atop of her, touching and kissing her body as if he never intended to stop. Moka did not think she would want him too, but she was worried that his stamina would return for a third time.

Moka had been the one to push them across the line. She had initiated the act that had united them in the flesh, and had been in control until her first explosion of pleasure had made her feel weak for a moment. That had been when Tsukune had taken charge. He had assumed the dominant position. Moka surrendered to his passion without hesitation, even finding a greater peak of pleasure and satisfaction by sharing the moment of release with Tsukune.

There had been a moment then, when the pleasure ebbed and awareness expanded, that Moka had tried to escape. The Unsealed Moka always wanted to appear confident, in control, and strong, but Tsukune had a way of shaking her poise. Many times, after a fight, or training, Moka had replaced the seal because she was afraid of her feelings. She had used the seal to run away from the desire and temptation she felt. As Moka calmed down following her union with Tsukune, her sense of embarrassment about losing her self control made her want to run away again, but that was a lesser motivation. Moka wanted to embrace Tsukune again, abandoning herself into his embrace until her world became one of endless pleasure. It was the desire to surrender so completely that had frightened Moka in to wanting to run away, to hide behind the seal again.

Moka had wanted to run away from her feelings and desires, not from Tsukune. She managed to roll Tsukune over, putting herself back on top for a moment, until she pushed herself to her feet. Her resolve to run away faltered when she felt her flesh parting from his. There was a wave of physical sensations that were unlike anything she had known, accompanied by an emotional sense of loss. A sadness that the union of their flesh was over.

Moka was unsteady on her feet as she walked to the tree where her seal was embedded. Her mind was divided between all that she was feeling in her heart and body, and on her goal just a few meters away. She reached for the cross, seeking the shield from her emotions it represented.

"Moka," Tsukune's voice was rich and deep, making her shiver with desire.

Tsukune's reached from behind Moka. She saw his hand reaching for hers even as she felt the heat of his body at her back. He tangled his fingers with hers, or was it her that took his hand? She felt his breath on the side of her face, and then his lips brushing over the side of her neck. Moka did not have the desire to resist him. Her desire to flee, fled. Moka welcomed his touch. She welcomed the feel of his hands upon her, and then her flesh welcomed his within her again.

Moka's was so filled with passion and pleasure that she did not even see the tree in front of her. She leaned against the trunk, digging her nails into the bark and wood, as Tsukune stood behind her. The pleasure of the flesh drove away any rational thinking. Moka rode out the waves of pleasure that Tsukune sent crashing through her over and over again. It was his strength that supported her, her legs had become to weak to hold her weight.

And then she heard her name again. Tsukune's voice called out her name in a throaty moan. His voice sent a thrill through her heart and ignited an explosion of pleasure. Pushed to the peak of her endurance, where pleasure starts to turn into exquisite pain, Moka cried out Tsukune's name as she accepted his release once more within her.

Moka knew there would be no going back for them. As much as she wanted to be in control, as much as she wanted to possess Tsukune, Moka had to admit to herself that she belonged to him.

She managed to stand on her own, separating her flesh from Tsukune's again. Moka leaned back against the tree, groping weakly for the cross. Tsukune stood before her, touching and kissing her. Moka was dizzy with excitement. She was aware of what they had done, but Tsukune was still lavishing attention upon her. His desire for her went beyond physical pleasures, and that thought filled Moka with happiness.

Moka did not know when she had found her seal. She became aware of it in her hand as she hugged Tsukune close. A part of her wanted to let go of it, to give it up forever and to surrender to her desires. That desire to abandon herself brought enough fear that Moka knew she wasn't ready to give up the seal. With trembling fingers, Moka tried to replace the cross.

Moka did not want to leave Tsukune for her sealed slumber. She wanted to share more pleasure with him, but she was afraid of her own desires even after what they had done together. It was with an immeasurable mixture of relief and regret that Moka replaced the seal.

"Moka?" Tsukune questioned.

Moka regained her outer awareness. She had been lost in a dark storm of emotions and sensations that had been so distant but also so real at the same time. She because aware of Tsukune. In front of her. His kind and handsome face was before her. Bits of red and black danced in his eyes. The scent of his blood and sweat was thick in the air. His youki was hot around her.

"Tsukune," Moka breathed, leaning in to a kiss.

That kiss was all Tsukune needed to inflame his passion anew. He kissed Moka joyfully. It was the same body, but a different woman that was before him now. He kissed and caressed her, aware of the subtle differences between the two Mokas.

Moka was filled with longing and desire. She knew what had passed between Tsukune and her other self. She knew that Tsukune loved her, but there was an insecurity that she was somehow less attractive then the Inner Moka. She needed proof that Tsukune desired her weaker side as well. She leaned back against the tree, welcoming Tsukune's affection. His hands and mouth upon her body inflamed her desire. She found herself biting into his shoulder, drinking him in deeply.

"Tsukune," Moka moaned. His blood was on her lips even as the wound in his shoulder closed. Moka hugged him tightly, wanting him closer, willing him to become one with her. "Oh, Tsu-ku-nee…" She lifted a leg and wrapped it around Tsukune's hip.

Moka marveled at Tsukune's strength and welcomed his power over her. A jab of pleasure and pain shot through her as their bodies became one. Moka clawed at Tsukune's back and bit into his shoulders and chest over and over again. She was a wild creature lost in pleasure. Her tender flesh was nearly raw, making every motion, every point of contact that much more stimulating. Finally, with a bestial cry, she drove her fangs deep into Tsukune's neck.

Moka clamed Tsukune even as she abandoned herself to him. Her mind was lost in a storm of pleasure and happiness. Moka drank in Tsukune's hot blood as her flesh accepted the release of his pleasure within her.

Moka clung to Tsukune, crying quietly. Hot, joyful tears ran down her cheeks. She and Tsukune had become something more. Moka had been so happy to think of Tsukune as her friend; as her boyfriend. Now their relationship had been transformed. Tskune was her lover, and she was his.

Moka becamse aware of Tsukune again. He was still touching her. Their bodies were still joined even as they rested from the efforts of their union. Tsukune was whispering her name over and over.

"Moka," His voice was soft and caring. "Moka…" Almost lost in the night breeze. "Moka… I love you… I love you, Moka…" He whispered to her and kissed her gently on the face, the lips, the ear. He loved every part of her, and wanted Moka to know it.

"Tsukune," Moka hugged him tightly. "My Tsukune… I love you," Moka answered softly.

Moka's awareness of herself finally asserted herself. The hour was late, and while she had fed herself upon Tsukune's blood and life, her body still had needs. She felt embarrassed that something as lowly as needing a toilet was going to force an end to their time together.

As one thing often leads to another, Moka became aware of more and more details. Tsukune's shirts were ruined, and his blazer was blood stained. Once Moka had managed to force herself to remove her flesh from his, she was also aware of how tender she had become. Her body felt strangely light and empty while her head and limbs felt heavy. Her dress and bra were bunched around her waist, stained with Tsukune's blood. Her underwear was gone, but Moka was amazed that her shoes were still on her feet. Tsukune's pants hung lopsided from his hips, exposing his semi hard flesh.

Moka felt a blush coloring her cheeks. It was no wonder that her body felt the way it did. Even as Tsukune made an effort to dress himself, Moka noticed not only what she had taken within her, but that there was blood on Tsukune there as well.

Tsukune politely turned to the side, giving Moka time to compose herself. Moka dressed herself as best she could. When she was ready, they walked together towards the village. Tsukune walked Moka to the back door of her house, wanting to be as discreet as possible. Once she was safely inside, Tsukune returned to his own home away from home.

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Moka felt relieved to make it to her bedroom without running in to anybody. She was shocked to discover how close to midnight it was. She stripped down and put on a robe, quickly seeing to her need to use the toilet. After that, Moka wanted to clean up. She took her toiletries into the bathroom, grateful that the late hour would mean she would have time to wash thoroughly and relax. Moka felt tired and excited, and she wanted a chance to reflect on all that had happened.

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Tsukune slipped in through the seldom used back door of his house. Ruby, who had been waiting for him, met him in the kitchen. She took in the details of his appearance quickly.

"Master?" Ruby questioned, worry clear on her face. His torn and dirtied uniform was stained with blood. Through the ruined front of his shirts, Ruby could see the thin red marks of healing injuries.

"I need a moment," Tsukune said, pealing off his stained clothing as he crossed the kitchen floor.

"The bath is ready," Ruby said as she stepped out of his path.

"Thank you."

Tsukune was bothered by something, Ruby could tell. She could feel his youki burning hot within him, and his face was drawn into a mask of deep thought. She followed behind him, picking up his discarded clothes, feeling anxious. When Tsukune had gone into the bathroom, Ruby examined his clothes.

Ruby had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. Her knees suddenly became weak as she realized what had happened. Most of the blood on Tsukune's clothes was his own, but not all. Ruby held Tsukune's boxers in her hands and saw the small amount of blood there. Mixed with Tsukune's scent, Ruby could also smell Moka, and the sharp scent that comes from a woman's aroused flesh. She realized that the small amount of blood was also from Moka. Tsukune had taken her virginity, and given his to her.

Ruby was filled with emotions. A part of her wanted to cheer for her master's success in pursuit of the one he loved. Another part of Ruby was hurt that he had been with someone other then her. Mostly, she was jealous. She was jealous that Moka had received Tsukune's love and passion. She was envious of Moka's closeness to Tsukune. But then there was the happy part of her. It was the part of Ruby that was the most dedicated to being Tsukune's slave. That part of Ruby was happy that Tsukune's relationship had moved forward, but not as a friend cheering him on. That part of Ruby was happy because if Tsukune had finally gone to that level with Moka, then it would be far easier for Ruby to giver her body to her master. Moka stood in the hall, daydreaming about where things could go next.

"Ruby," Tsukune called from the bathroom.

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Tsukune was still on edge after he had parted company with Moka. He was feeling better, he admitted to himself. His animalistic desires were less then before, and his youki was calmer. But saying his youki was calmer was misleading. Instead of a wild fire in dry grass, the fire was contained in a furnace. The same amount of energy became more intense once it was restricted. Tsukune could feel the pressure of his youki within him, and could tell that his control of it was a fragile thing.

Moka had tried to help Tsukune by drawing out his youki, and it had been the right approach Tsukune had to admit. But she had been the wrong person for the job. His desire for her overwhelmed his self control. If so much of his youki had not been spent healing himself, Tsukune would have kept going all night. In truth, he wanted to. Even as he sat there having Ruby scrub his back, Tsukune wanted to go next door, push his way into Moka's room, and be with her again.

Moka had the right treatment to help Tsukune, but because of his love and desire for her, she could not take enough of his youki without become a victim to it. Just thinking about Moka was stirring his desires and his youki anew. That was why Tsukune had called for Ruby. He needed a distraction. He cared for Ruby deeply, but did not love her as he did Moka. He thought that if she was present, then he would be able to retain some self control, for the sake of proper modesty if nothing else.

Tsukune's plan was flawed. Once in the small space of the bathroom, Ruby's presence was the wrong kind of distraction. Her hands felt good, scrubbing at his back and shoulders, and down his sides and arms. He tried to close his eyes and concentrate on the simple sensations of being cleaned. It was relaxing, which helped. But Tsukune was too worked up for his senses to miss details he might normally tune out. He could hear Ruby's breathing, and it sounded rough, as if she had been working hard or was excited. Tsukune could smell Ruby's warm herbal spicy scent.

Tsukune felt his youki rising and knew if he did not bleed some of it off he would lose control again. He opened his eyes, looking at Ruby. She had taken advantage of Tsukune's distracted state, and instead of staying behind him and only washing his back, she had worked her way around and was washing his calves and feet. Tsukune saw her in front of him and took notice of her. Her shiny dark hair, pulled back as she washed him. Her fare cheeks touched with pink. Ruby's pink, glossy lips, parted slightly as she breathed through her mouth. When she felt him tense under her hand she looked up, her red eyes met his. Chocolate brown was streaked with black and red. Ruby felt her heart flutter.

"Ruby," Tsukune nearly groaned. He needed to release his youki and needed her help. SHe had shared his power before. He hoped that she could help him now. "I am having trouble staying in control," Tsukune explained. He was still stalling, but he also wanted her to understand why he acting the way he was. "My emotions... My youki are at their limits. Its making me act out." He took a deep breath and blew it out. "I need you to help me drain off my youki."

"Master?" Ruby breathed, feeling excited.

"Ruby," Tsukune slowly reached up and cupped her face in his hands. He started to lean forward. "I need you."

Ruby felt a rush of heat expanding out of her heart. The ragged tone of Tsukune's voice when he said he needed her filled Ruby with an overwhelming sense of love and desire. Ruby felt the rush of his youki pouring into her in an intoxicating torrent, making her perceptions of the world clearer and more intense.

"Master..." Ruby moaned, feeling her body tremble with power and pleasure.

Tsukune could tell that Ruby would not be able to accept all of the energy he needed to release. Her face was flush and her eyes were wide and unfocused. Ruby's body started to shake and her breath came out in moans. Tsukune restricted his flow of youki before he caused her harm.

Tsukune watched as Ruby's body spasmed and then went limp. She had a lazy smile on her face as she looked up at him. Ruby was out of breath and her face glistened with sweat. As Tsukune forced his youki down, feeling like he was trying to force living creature with talons and tentacles into a box, he felt that he was better able to concentrate. When he has some sense of self control restored, Tsukune turned his attention to Ruby.

Ruby was laying on the bathroom floor. Her thin garments were wet and her body was limp. She had a smile on her lips as she looked up at Tsukune.

"Ruby?" Tsukune questioned.

"Yes master?" Ruby answered with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Are you all right, Ruby?"

"Oh, yes master," She answered with a happy sigh.

Tsukune saw that Ruby was in no condition to do anything on her own at the moment. He also knew that he could not just leave her lying on the bathroom floor. With his youki running hot it was nothing for Tsukune to scoop Ruby up off of the floor.

Tsukune did not try to be gentle or patient with the task at hand. He lifted Ruby up and over his shoulder, bringing a happy cry from the witch. Tsukune had kept a hand free for working as he carried Ruby to her bedroom. In her room, Tsukune carried Ruby to her bed, pulling back the blankets with his free hand.

"Master," Ruby sighed with giggle escaping her as Tsukune eased her down until her feet reached the floor.

Tsukune saw that Ruby was recovering. She might be acting a little loopy, but she was able to stand, and she was trying to hug herself to Tsukune. With a frustrated sigh, Tsukune wrestled with Ruby, stripping her out of her wet clothing. Once she was undressed, Tsukune gave her a push, sending her backwards on to her bed. Before she could spring back up, he grabbed her legs and lifted them up on to the bed, and then quickly pulled up the bedding to cover her.

"Awww," Ruby pouted as she realized that Tsukune wasn't going to play along with her.

Tsukune waited all of five seconds to make sure Ruby wasn't going to climb out of bed. Satisfied that she would stay put for a while at least, Tsukune left her bedroom. He wanted to finish washing and try to get a little rest before the night was over.

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Ruby watched Tsukune leave her room and pouted. With a sigh, Ruby snuggled into her blankets. She had served her master, and it had felt wonderful. As an added bonus, she got to see him totally naked. In his concern for her, while nice but completely unnecessary, he had abandoned his modesty. It was too bad that he had been so preoccupied with making sure she would be alright, otherwise he might have taken a moment to enjoy her body as he stripped her down and put her to bed. As she drifted off to sleep, Ruby smiled, hoping to dream about her master.