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, than you should not read this.

Chapter 103

When Kurumu recovered from the rush of what had just happened, and the raw energy she had drawn in, she felt a moment of panic. To a succubus a man's life energy was food. They drew out that energy, feeding upon it, by encouraging their lust. It is said that a succubus can drain a man's soul from his body. Kurumu had never had such a rush of energy fill her before. She had drawn deeply from Tsukune in the past, when his youki was filling him, but this was beyond that. She had felt Tsukune's lust, but compared to the energy she had taken in, it was a small thing. Likewise, Tsukune's youki had been quiet, slumbering within him. Kurumu was afraid of where such energy could have come from, and looked up at Tsukune's face. Kurumu had once seen her mother drain two would-be attackers so empty of energy, of life its self, that it showed in their eyes, and the rest of their bodies. When she looked up at Tsukune's face and only saw him looking back, smiling crookedly, with his usual warm eyes, Kurumu felt a sense of relief.

"I love you too," Tsukune said.

"Huh?" Kurumu blinked, feeling a moment of confusion.

"Before you... Kissed me," Tsukune reminded her. "And before you... Well... You said that you loved me. I love you too."

"Tsukune..." Kurumu smiled in wonder.

"I'm sorry if I sound selfish," Tsukune said. "I feel like I should do something for you, after what you just did for me, but we need to get ready for school."

"Uh... Oh," Kurumu's mind finally started to catch up to where she was, and what time it was. "Oh!" She jumped from the bed.

Kurumu looked at the clock, surprised and relieved to see that only twenty minutes had passed. She hurried to wash up and check her appearance, while Tsukune saw to his own morning rituals. In spite of the distraction, they were able to have a morning meal together and get out the door on time.

Moka and Mizore were out in front of Tsukune house when he and Kurumu emerged for the day. Both of them scowled at the couple. Tsukune looked a little sheepish, while Kurumu was practically glowing. Moka took it as a sure sign that something had happened. Fighting back her own jealousy, she managed a smile.

"Good morning, Tsukune," Moka said. "Did you sleep alright?"

"Yes," Tsukune smiled back. "Thank you for asking. How about you? Did you have a good night's rest?"

"I slept," Moka answered. "But you have been working hard lately. You need to get your rest to stay healthy." She shot a meaningful look at Kurumu.

"We went to sleep at a reasonable time last night," Tsukune said honestly, looking around only to make sure nobody was listening in. He stepped in close to Moka and lowered his voice to further insure privacy. "We took a bath together and then slept in the same bed, like we have in the past."

"You don't have to tell her everything," Kurumu protested, grabbing at Tsukune's arm and hugging it to her breasts.

"Yes I do," Tsukune argued. "I made a promise to Moka, and a part of it was that I would not hide things from her. Just like when you wanted to know about things that have happened before, and I was honest with you."

Kurumu made a frustrated face and considered Tsukune's words.

"Tsukune always tells me what I want to know," Moka said. She put her arms around Tsukune, taking in the scent of him even as she talked. "He gave me his oath. I may not always be happy with Tsukune, but I know I can trust him." Moka could smell Kurumu on Tsukune, but not in any unusual way. What puzzled her was why she could sense Kurumu's youki so clearly, and the way it was mixed with Tsukune's

"Good morning," Yukari greeted everyone as she joined them, oblivious to the tension. "You look happy this morning Kurumu," The little witch observed. She poked the older girl in the waist while eying her critically. "You must have had a good breakfast. To have so much energy in the morning is unusual for you." She poked the succubus again. "If you keep eating like that it will effect your whole body."

Kurumu had a moment of insight, as if curtains had been drawn back from a window. Yukari's words had been meant to be teasing, or even insulting, implying that Kurumu was over eating and would get fat. The truth was that Kurumu did have a good breakfast. She had broken the longest fast in her life. At eighteen years old, Kurumu had just truly 'fed' for the first time in her life. She had drawn in the energy of Lust many times, but that was like drinking juice compared to eating a meal. While both could sustain a body, truly feeding was better. Kurumu looked towards Moka.

The vampire drank tomato juice frequently. Kurumu had even noticed that Moka drank almost three times as much juice when Tsukune was under pressure to keep up with all of his responsibilities. Kurumu had always known that Moka liked to drink Tsukune's blood, but now she understood why. It was not just a craving, an urge to enjoy something tasty. When Moka was drinking Tsukune's blood it was about feeding her body.

"Yes," Kurumu said suddenly, ignoring Yukari's poking finger. "I did have a good breakfast." Kurumu kissed Tsukune's cheek before letting go of his arm. "I think Moka would probably like some breakfast as well." Kurumu started walking towards school. "Tsukune, I'll see you later."

Moka watched in surprised confusion as Kurumu grabbed Mizore and Yukari and pulled them along with her. She had trouble believing that the succubus, her chief rival for Tsukune had just told Moka that it was alright to drink Tsukune's blood, and then left her alone with him. She looked at Tsukune with questioning eyes.

"Come with me," Moka said, slipping from Tsukune's embrace and taking him by the hand. "You need to tell me everything that happened last night, in detail." She dragged Tsukune behind her into the woods.

"Nothing happened last night," Tsukune explained. "It happened this morning."

Moka listened carefully as Tsukune told her what had happened. A very large part of her was jealous and wanted to go find Kurumu, and kill the woman. A very small part of Moka was considering the events of Tsukune's story in a very analytical way. The rest of her was surprisingly excited. Moka was unsure of what she should do.

"Tsukune," Moka stopped and turned towards Tsukune. "I think I am very angry with you right now. I don't know how I should feel about someone else feeding from you in such a way, but for now..." She moved in close to him and embraced Tsukune. "I think you should let me suck your blood."

xxxxxx

By Wednesday night Tsukune was feeling drained in more ways than one. His schedule had not let up yet, so he was as busy as ever. He had people depending upon him with the Student Police, two committees, the town police force, and the Newspaper Club. While his club mates wanted to help him as much as possible, Tsukune still felt that he had to do his share of the work. While all of his responsibilities weighed him down, Tsukune took what comfort in his friends' personalities as he could. Yukari had been growing increasingly more frustrated every day as she watched her friends interact with cryptic jabs and retorts. Kurumu had started referring to Tsukune as yummy and delicious. Moka kept blushing at the strangest times. Mizore was practically defending Tsukune from the other two. Once, when Yukari had tried to sit in Tsukune's lap, Moka had knocked her aside so hard that the little witch thought that she might have cracked a rib.

Tsukune understood why his friends were acting the way they were It was related to the other reasons why he was feeling worn out. Kurumu and Moka had slipped off somewhere to have a talk. While Tsukune knew what they were talking about, he had no idea what had been said. He did guess that Kurumu had won whatever argument that went on, because she had come back with a smirk, while Moka had been scowling. That night, when Tsukune finally returned to his house, Moka had been waiting for him. She had a cool, almost distant attitude, but she stayed beside Tsukune and helped him with his school work. The very same minute that Tsukune was finished with what needed to be done, Moka made her move.

"Finally," Tsukune tossed down his pen with a sigh, closing his textbook.

"Finally," Moka said with a growl.

The had been sitting beside each other at the table doing schoolwork. Moka had finished hers, and had patiently helped Tsukune with his. Once they were done, she turned to him and grabbed a double handful of his hair. Moka kissed Tsukune as if she had been starving for his lips. After only a moment of surprise, Tsukune kissed her back.

Moka had been feeling jealous and excited all day, and intended to fix both problems at once. After a short breather after the schoolwork was done, Tsukune and Moka bathed together. She used the chance to inspect Tsukune's body. Moka was never sure why, but she had some little fear that Tsukune's body would in some way be damaged or changed whenever he got too close to another woman. But then again, most of the scars on his body were a result of him being too close to women. Ether herself, or the others, Tsukune had been badly injured inside and out because he refused to abandon his friends.

After the bath, Moka was ready to get serious. There was always a small amount of nervousness Moka felt when she went to Tsukune's bed. There was always the little doubt in the back of her mind about her ability to satisfy Tsukune, and about her own ability to hold back from hurting him. When every they were close, she could not help but thirst for his blood, and in their moments of passion she would lose control of herself. It was something she always regretted, causing harm and pain to the one person that made her feel so good. As they went to bed together, Moka hoped that Tsukune would forgive her for any loss of control, as he always did.

Tsukune felt a little embarrassed. What Kurumu had done to him that morning, with her mouth upon his flesh, had happened so quickly that he did not have time to feel embarrassed. He had gone from feeling surprised to feeling good, to feeling incredible, in a short amount of time. Moka, on the other hand, was taking her time. She was being sure to do a close inspection of Tsukune's flesh, her hands and her breath were teasing and exciting him, but at the same time he was too embarrassed to do more then take quick peeks at Moka's cute face.

Moka was fascinated by Tsukune's body. His masculine flesh was hot in her hands, and was a strange combination of textures layered on top of each other. She knew what she wanted to do. Moka wanted to prove to Tsukune, and herself, that anything Kurumu had to offer him she could also. But as she considered what was before her, and felt her mouth water, Moka was filled with doubt. But determination and pride pushed her on. Nervously, Moka kissed Tsukune's hard flesh. One action would lead to another. A small peck started it. A lingering kiss continued it. A lick, and then another. Before she knew it, Moka was lavishing attention on the object of her curiosity. I was only when Tsukune groaned that her awareness of him expanded to more then just what was in her hands.

It was intoxicating, a small analytical part of Moka's mind observed. She had so much control over Tsukune, and at the same time she had trouble controlling herself. That little thought slowly expanded. Moka realized that she was having trouble controlling herself. She wanted to give Tsukune pleasure, to match what Kurumu had done, but she had not considered what she would have to endure to make that happen. Tsukune's masculine flesh was engorged with blood. The skin was soft, and he was so hot in her hands, and on her lips. Tsukune's unique scent was nearly over powering. While Moka knew well the taste of Tsukune's skin, she could detect his delicious blood that was so close to her tongue. She could feel a surge in him with every beat of his heart.

With difficulty, Moka lifted her mouth from his flesh. She looked up at Tsukune's face and fought to control her urges. Tsukune could see the glassy, unfocused look in Moka's eyes, and her breathing was ragged, as if she had just sprinted a mile or more. He reached for her and drew her up to him. Moka accepted Tsukune's guidance and crawled up over him. His handsome face drew nearer as their bodies came together. Without hesitation, Moka leaned her head in, and drove her fangs into his neck.

Moka lay beside Tsukune, enjoying the heat of his presence. Tsukune was sleeping, and she wished that she could too, but one nagging doubt kept haunting her. Moka wanted to prove her worth as a lover, but was afraid of her own weakness, her own lack of control. Looking for some support or guidance, Moka called for advice.

'Ura chan,' Moka focused her thoughts inwards. 'Can you hear me?'

'I hear you,' Inner Moka answered. 'I smell Tsukune.' It was distant but clear sensation, one that was clear even through the sleepy fog of the seal.

'He's here,' Outer Moka explained. 'We're in bed together.'

'Did you bother me just to brag?' Inner Moka growled.

'I have a problem,' Outer Moka continued. Concentrating, she shared her concerns with her inner self.

'Release me,' Inner Moka ordered.

'Tsukune is asleep,' Outer Moka said.

'Use his hand,' Inner Moka instructed. 'You've done that before.'

'But he was awake then,' Outer Moka protested.

'It is about desire and intent,' Inner Moka explained. 'Remember when that spoiled little succubus was first around? She filled Tsukune with enough doubt that for a moment that he could not remove the seal. We have removed all such doubts long ago.'

'What kind of intention could Tsukune have when he's asleep?" Outer Moka questioned.

'All the better,' Inner Moka was almost purring. 'If he truly desires me, than even asleep he should be able to remove the seal.'

Moka was doubtful. The idea that the Tsukune's sleeping hand could remove the seal. Using his hand while asleep should be like trying to remove the seal herself, and that was something she could not do. Still, doubtful or not, it was worth a try. Gently, so not to wake Tsukune, Moka reached for his hand and lifted it to her chest. She liked the warm feeling of it against her bare skin as she brought it to where her seal rested. Without any hesitation, the weight of Tsukune's had pulled the seal free.

Inner Moka allowed herself the indulgence of a lazy stretch. She lifted the seal from the bed and tossed it to the floor, keeping it safely out of the way. Moka was aware of her naked body beside an equally naked Tsukune. A part of her was irritated that Tsukune had shared himself with the other Moka, but the fact that he had been with her, even in a limited way made her happy. Moka took her time to admire Tsukune's sleeping, handsome face. Moka understood why she loved Tsukune, and why all the others did too. If only she had the freedom the others did. If Moka had the freedom to live just for herself, she would take Tsukune away from the others and keep him all to herself.

Moka smiled bitterly. If she could not have the life she wanted with Tsukune, then she would make sure none of the others would ether. Her father had taught Moka many things he had probably never intended. The old man had thought that he had just been indulging Moka by letting her hang around him as he managed his holdings and held business meetings. Likewise, his string of casual lovers, concubines, and wives had all taught Moka things that most people never had to think about. Lady Tara had shared some things with Moka that had sounded harsh and cruel, but it had been good advice.

"Oh, Tsukune," Moka said softly. "If only you and I could just have that normal life you want so badly." Moka reached up and lay her hand against Tsukune's cheek. "I may not have you all to myself, but you will give me everything else that I will ever want or need." Moka watched Tsukune for a moment longer.

"Tsukune," Moka said in a firm voice. "Wake up now."

"Hrmmm?" Tsukune's eyes opened. He was immediately aware of Inner Moka's presence. Not only could he feel her youki, but he could see her shining silver hair and beautiful face. "Moka?"

"Hello, Tsukune," Moka smile. "Are you happy to see me?"

"Yes," Tsukune answered without hesitation, reaching for her.

Moka welcomed Tsukune's embrace, and embraced him in return. It took only a single kiss from him to dispel any misgivings the other Moka had passed on. The outer Moka had been worried about not pleasing Tsukune enough. Inner Moka had no such worries. Tsukune was excited just to see her, and was aroused by her body without any teasing. She enjoyed his attention as he pleased her. Moka had no doubt that she could keep Tsukune satisfied as his lover. However, she did not want him forgetting that she came first. After they had shared their passion, Moka made her move.

"Tsukune," Moka purred. "I understand that you've been busy lately." She reached down and took hold of his masculine flash. She could still feel her moisture on his skin, but was rewarded by feeling the heat of his blood flowing under her fingers. "I want you to remember to take care of yourself. You belong to me, after all."

"Yes, Dame Moka," Tsukune agreed with a smile.

"I like it when you say that," Moka smile. "You deserve a reward." She leaned in and kissed his lips. "In fact," Moka continued. "I think I will do something special, just to remind you that you do belong to me." She kissed his throat and then his chest.

Moka planted a line of kisses down Tsukune's torso and she moved lower in the bed. His flesh awakened in her hand, becoming firm and ready to give its service. Moka didn't hesitate. She lowered her mouth to him, tasting the flavor of her own flesh upon his. Her own scent was mixed with his. Moka closed her eyes and explored all the sensations she found. The way Tsukune tensed up from her attentions, Moka knew that she would be doing this to him again. She found it exciting. The sensations she was experiencing, and the effect she was having on Tsukune. Moka much preferred to have Tsukune giving her attention, to be the one giving her pleasure, but this was something she could do just for him, as a way of giving him something because she loved him. Her desire of Tsukune, all of him, filled her. Her own hunger for pleasure and sensations stirred. He primal hunger called out, starting as a whisper and rising up into a roar.

"Moka," Tsukune hissed as he reached his limit.

Moka felt the change in Tsukune. His flesh became more engorged with blood and throbbed as his body tensed. The taste of Tsukune's seed as he reached his release filled her mouth. Moka was aware in an instant that stretched out immeasurably of how alike, and unalike his seed was to his blood. It was a pale and shallow comparison. The flavor was bitter, salty-sweet. The fire, the life that his blood carried was there, but at the same time it was so weak. It was like a camp fire compared to a burning forest. Moka swallowed Tsukune's seed, but was unsatisfied by it. It was a tease that only inflamed her hunger. Moka thirsted, and with the object of her desire so close, there was little reason to hesitate. She stabbed her fangs into Tsukune's flesh.

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"It's alright, really," Tsukune tried to argue.

"But Tsukune," Moka was nearly in tears. "I didn't mean to bite you there."

"I know," Tsukune soothed. "It will be alright..."

"I just lost control for a moment," Moka apologized. "I was suddenly so excited, and you taste so good, and..."

"Moka," Tsukune tried to hug her close. "It's not that bad. You just surprised me."

"No," Moka pushed herself away from Tsukune. "I should have been more careful. I should never have let it come to this." She climbed off of the bed carelessly. Something slipped under her foot, making her stumble.

"Moka," Tsukune said as he caught her in his arms again, half catching her and half pulling her back into bed. "I'm fine," He said firmly. "I'm not angry anymore."

"But I could have..." Moka's words were cut off by a kiss.

"Dame Moka," Tsukune said in a firm voice that was in contrast to his smile. "I am not angry. I am not permanently injured. It is alright."

"Are you sure, Tsukune?" Moka questioned, her eyes shining.

It was an image that Tsukune wished he could take a picture of. Moka, with her silver hair and red eyes, looking nervous and shy. She was so cute that his heart felt like it would explode. Her eyes were shining and there was a blush to her cheeks. Her flawless body was in his arms, exposed to him. His desire for her started to rise again.

"Moka, I …. Ow," Tsukune flinched at the sharp pain in his groin.

"Tsukune," Moka scrambled to her feet, stepping on and kicking aside whatever was on the floor.

Moka pushed Tsukune down, making him lay on his back. She quickly focused her attention on his lap. There was only a pair of red marks remaining from her moment of weakness. Seeing the marks left by her fangs made Moka feel bad. She had wanted to do something special for Tsukune, for her lover, but it had turned into something selfish. She wanted to run away until she had a chance to recover her self control. She turned from the bed to look for the seal.

"Moka," Tsukune said, reaching out and catching her wrist. "Please." Tsukune pulled gently.

Moka didn't have the will to resist. Her sense of guilt made her want to surrender to Tsukune. Even if she wasn't feeling guilty, it was Tsukune that was asking something from her. Even after she had hurt him, again, he was asking to be with her. Fighting back tears, Moka yielded to him.

"Moka," Tsukune said as Moka lay back down and surrendered to his embrace. "I love you. A little pain and blood is a small price to pay just to have you in my life"

"Tsukune," Moka burried her face against Tsukune's chest. "Tsukune..."

Moka felt overwhelmed with emotions. She could feel the power of her body, having taken blood twice from Tsukune in a single night. She was a vampire, a creature of legendary power and status. But at that moment, Moka was something else. She saw herself as something different. She was a woman, being comforted by a supportive and loving man. The emotions spread through her, and Moka started to cry.