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Title: Intimate

Subtitle: Encounters (2/?)

Status: Beta

Author: Matthias aka MysticMew

Email: Minaru@gmx.de

(Plot) Beta-reader: Ayrki

Rating: NC-17

Category: Romance, Lemon, Crossover/Fusion (somewhat)

Fandoms: Sailormoon (manga), bits of Tenchi Muyo (OVA), Card Captor Sakura (manga)/Slayers, Ranma 1/2, Inu-Yasha, Vision of Escaflowne and various others

Pairing: Makoto/Hotaru, Minako/Hotaru

Timeline: In between the installments of Soul Lights

Summary: Hotaru and Makoto drown their frustration about their mutual love interest. :)

Distribution: Soul Lights Continuum (http://sl.catstrio.de), Starsinlove-group (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/starsinlove), ff.net (www.fanfiction.net), Mediaminer (www.mediamer.org), ASMR (www.moonromance.net), Shoujo Ai.com (www.shoujoai.com). Anyone else, you can have it but please ask first, 'kay?

Disclaimer: See individual disclaimers below intro

Story Disclaimer: Copyright©2004 by Matthias Engel

Note: () indicates change of POV to the listed character, if empty then the following will be done in third person, a question mark indicates a character who is either unknown yet to the reader or should stay that way for now. <> Indicated time/place if necessary

Notes

Just a few short things concerning the nature of this short story. So, for those who live behind the Moon and cannot guess already this will be a place in the future (and right now) for scenes that take place during the epic crossover/fusion known as Soul Lights that are of a more adult nature or to be more precise those to which a NC-17 would certainly apply. These installments can be read individually but make the most sense in combination with the main story. They usually are set in-between scenes of a certain part of the Soul Lights. While I will indicate there, I will not cross-reference in the story directly, for now at least.

Now, enjoy.

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M&M DreamWorks Presents

Intimate

Encounters

A Soul Lights Side Story

Based on the works of Takeuchi Naoko and all assorted authors

(Set during the events of Dusk 01 and 02)

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<Dusk 01 (Hotaru)>

Drawing in a sharp breath the woman underneath me trembled slightly as I made my ascent up the length of her body in a seductive crawl that was at the same time meant to be horribly aggravating. Emerald eyes followed entranced, shining with a mixture of wonder and desire. I held the gaze with my own, making sure that Makoto knew exactly who was in control here and was rewarded with a shudder of arousal. That reaction increased as I gently, with agonizing tenderness, brushed over the respective breast with my left hand, stroking with a leisure pace. My other hand settled next to the brunette's head to stabilize myself as I leaned down for a kiss.

Looking at us from the angle of an outside observe, it had to be hard to believe that the other woman was actually the inexperienced one here and yet I could feel it in the language her body was speaking, decades of knowledge coming to the forefront. Knowledge by my past mate that hadn't been lost in all those millennia. Makoto on the other hand was surprisingly unsure of herself, letting me guide and take the initiative in pretty much everything up to now. It was obvious that - excluding that one night we both didn't wish to remember right now - the normally self-confident woman with a mirage of talents wasn't entirely sure what to do herself. I could have made this easy by speeding up the pace. While Kino Makoto was to be considered inexperienced, I doubted Jupiter was. With just the right kind of pressure and level of passion… But this wasn't supposed to be a wild night. That would probably only help to drown our own angst over Minako. No, this was going to be sensual, finding comfort through genuine affection and not simple need.

Not to mention, I added to myself with a imaginative grin as I continued to press into the contact of our lips, tongues entangling into a steadily heating dance, I loved a challenge and I had decided for myself if Makoto needed the guidance, she'd get a good dose of what I learned from Peitho.

A moan was mostly drowned by the continuing kiss. The source of the noise was the first flick of the other woman's nipple as my explorations southwards became bolder and more defined. Adding a bit more of pressure, I pulled out of the kiss sharply, leaving Makoto gasping and a bit startled at the sudden loss of contact. That changed quickly into a series of quickly increasing moans and groans, both in volume and quantity. I had moved my attention down to the throat, licking only, but that in long, leisure movements, while my left hand had not only picked up pressure, now firmly massaging the supple flesh, but also adding the stimulation of a firmer squeeze of the nipple between my fore and middle finger. That action drew out a gasp every time, making me smile in pleasure at the responsiveness of the other woman. My right hand was now stroking her cheek with a gentle slowness.

"Hotaru," Makoto practically whined as I temporarily stopped my treatment of her breast, letting the hand roam over her side and back, a bit southwards, leaving a trail of butterfly touches over her stomach before resting it there, feeling the rise and fall signaling the other's rising arousal. She was still pretty much inactive though; obviously still a bit unsure in her subconsciousness over the entire act.

Well, there were ways to change that.

I gave no warning as one lick on the taller woman's throat suddenly drew a line down to and over her chest, not halting when meeting the previously treated flesh of her breast until it met the nub of her nipple upon which mouth joined tongue in a flash, sucking greedily. Makoto's back arched up from the mattress and one hand came shooting up to take a firm grasp on a patch of hair, pressing my head further into its present action. "Kami-sama!" the brunette rasped out and I could very well imagine the breathlessness she had to be feeling right now. All too well, I could still remember Peitho doing similar things to me on occasions.

The right hand came down to stimulate the other breast during which I added a slight bit of teeth to the pressure on the left one. The hand entangled in my hair intensified its grip to nearly painful levels; yet to me that was more a motivation, a signal that I was doing all the right things. The body of my roommate and comrade was giving off all the right signs, residing somewhere between relaxed in the pleasure and tensed in anticipation.

I continued the treatment, basking in the choir of moans and encouragements in the form of a repetitive use of my name from above. My left hand was slowing its advance further down, brushing and tickling the bellybutton briefly before moving on. Makoto was still deciding whether to giggle or moan at the contact when the first touch reached the uppermost outer edge of her most intimate area, stopping just short of actual contact.

"Hotaru-chan, onegai," Makoto pleaded and my lips coiled into a wicked grin while still busy sucking on the nipple which produced a curious reaction and even more curious sound from their owner. I knew I was pushing my luck with the teasing, threatening to draw out a reaction from Jupiter. Frankly, a part of me was actually looking for it. With an audible slurping sound, I dislodged my mouth, only to put it back into place on its twin, drawing back the left hand to reassume attention where I had just left off. Instead of completely mirroring the action, I decided to tease with tiny nips on one and drawing circles with one fingernail for quite some time on the other. Just as I felt Makoto shift and muscles tense in preparation of doing something, anything, to end the torture of my slow pace I bit down hard once, simultaneously digging harder into the skin beneath my fingernail.

Again the body beneath arched and I shifted my gaze slightly to catch my brunette friend throwing back her head in a silent scream of rapture. The silent part was soon-to-be revised. While my left hand had retreated, it had just been a momentary setback in my advance. Two fingers of my right hand slipped past the veil and were immediately swallowed by an already aroused and more than expecting center. I gave another bite, adding a third digit below and making Makoto's body quake in response. The room was quickly filling with an intoxicating smell, prompting me to shift tactics swiftly.

I just had to have a taste.

The second hand joined the first still tangled in my hair as I ducked down with my head, all but abandoning the lengthy attention directed at the full breasts, and I made a first, testing sweep with my tongue over the - physically - older woman's outer folds. Makoto was close to the edge, I could feel it, trembling, waiting to erupt just underneath. And while the reaction to the teasing and slow pace was pleasing, my own arousal had heightened tremendously already. It was time to take this up a notch.

Widening the passage before me with one hand, I withdrew the already buried fingers and proceeded to suck on them, getting my first taste of what was to come. I was aware of my lover's gaze watching me, and I lifted my head briefly to meet emerald eyes looking down, desire sparkling in vivid flames and flaring in response when I licked my lips, salvaging the slightly bitter but nonetheless tasty smell. My lips turned up in a crooked, devilish smile and Makoto's eyes widened as I proceeded to go right for the source.

Millennia old reflexes took over. They might have been a bit rusty, not having been put to any use in such a long time but as they say, it was like riding a bicycle. Once you learned how to, you never forgot. Phoebe obviously delighted in the fulfillment too, it had far too long since I had been so close to anyone, in the most intimate of ways. Of course, this was different from Peitho, roles somewhat reserved, but that was all right. There was enough affection there that had blossomed over the last month that I was sure not to regret this night. Especially since this time I would remember and savor every detail.

Cries of ecstasy reached my ears, signaling unmistakable success and the body above me tensed noticeably, exactly at the moment my tongue slipped past the last protection of Makoto's core. My tactics were earning their full reward as the first release rippled through the strong body at my total mercy, the previous leisure pace having served its purpose in stimulating my victim to a degree that just needed a single, focused touch to yield results.

My mouth latched around Makoto's center, ready to eagerly accept the flow of juices exploding from deep within. The cries turned into a shriek and the hands in my hair were now practically clawing, not that I minded. Swirling my tongue around, I began to draw out the release.

My lover's restraint and reluctance to actively participate was pretty much overridden then and I smiled against the current object of my focus when I heard the request pressed out between pants, cries and shrieks. "Hotaru… Kami… I… I want to taste you too."

Waiting for the current quake to subside, I momentarily pulled back and in one fluid motion pushed my body upwards, performing a perfect hundred-eighty degree turn in midair and landing with my thighs positioned perfectly on either side of Makoto's head. The other woman gasped in surprise, the impact shaking the bed underneath of us slightly. I could easily sympathize; usually having found myself on the receiving end of similar agile and flexing maneuvers with Peitho.

Not giving her - or wanting to waste - the time to recover, I quickly resumed what I was doing before and soon found my efforts rewarded and mirrored, finally meeting and responding to my own building cravings.

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Minutes had passed by and I was slightly amazed by Makoto's stamina. Both in giving and receiving. And all that without giving way to Jupiter. I suspected it had something to do with her Martial Arts training. Not that I was at all complaining. I sighed in rapture, feeling another eruption ripple through me. While at the beginning somewhat clumsy, Makoto had proven to be a fast learner and was doing some incredible things with her fingers and tongue.

Exhaling sharply, I let my excitement and appreciation over the treatment of my own nether region travel straight to my lover's. I hadn't been aware how much I had longed for the feeling again. Not the sex alone, but more the connection, the deep understanding bond shared between lovers and especially between two with a pure star seed. A firm squeeze of my buttocks elicited another groan from my lips and I had to abandon my position in favor of sitting up straight as a tiny flares of electricity shot through my system. Makoto didn't seem to mind the lack of responsiveness, for once having obtained control as I was pulled more firmly onto her face. While experienced in mind, this body was still rather fresh to all the new sensations and in a way that was actually further exciting.

I grasped the headboard behind me and let out a loud moan, succumbing to the feelings my lover's eager tongue was awakening within me, previously buried somewhere in a far away place, kept away so long… I really hadn't been all that sure about this, mostly making the move by instinct. Now though I realized that part of what had motivated me tonight to take this step was not just alone the growing attraction between us but also the effort to ignore the loneliness, the craving for a partner. The frustration provided through Minako's pretty much untouchable status had grown steadily and Makoto was offering another option. Not a substitute by far. There was something linking us together in this life, I could feel it. Even now. Especially now. Here in the air around us, the intensity was positively overwhelming. This wasn't just a simple act of comfort. Too much bonding had happened on an emotional level already. I would define this more as a logical consequence that we had been avoiding for some time now…

Whatever it was though, it felt damn good!

Coming down from the quickly cresting wave, I could feel that my, and thus surely Makoto's reserves as well, were near exhaustion. While I would have no problem lengthening this by slipping into our Senshi identities, this was supposed to be a night for us. Just Tomoe Hotaru and Kino Makoto. Nothing binding or powerful and wild.

Sliding down from my current position straddling the brunette's head I turned around on the bed, holding out my hand. Makoto didn't hesitate for a second to grasp it and without much further prompting we came together in a crushing kiss, filled with the passion of the previous minutes. I wrapped my arms around her neck while sliding one leg over her own and the other in between, instantly applying pressure as our centers collided, rubbing against each other.

"Hotaru-chan!" Makoto gasped, her voice more like a harsh whisper.

"Yess…" I croaked out in a mixture of a hiss and a moan. I could feel the brunette's arms around me, her strong hands massaging my back and beginning to dig into skin as the level of arousal was pushed higher and higher up in the realms of ecstasy. Once again I sought the other mouth pushing deep inside, meeting in a dance practically as old as time.

For these brief moments, all depressing thoughts of Minako or Peitho or anyone else ceased to exist. For that alone, and for so much more, I was very grateful. Maybe this was really going to be the start of something new, something that would do both of us a whole lot of good.

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<Dusk 02 (Makoto)>

The heat was quickly increasing in the small room that I sometimes was using for training or meditation purpose. I had thought that I had worked at least some of my frustration out of my system but as soon as Hotaru had found me here I realized that I was still filled with quite a bit of tension. The dark-haired girl was obviously seeing right through, however, I doubted that I was ready to talk quite yet and neither was I ready to really deal with whatever revelations she had to make.

Purple eyes looked up at me unblinking but half-lidded, grateful actually. This day had been rough for both of us, for various reasons from which the other only shared a few for now. Before we were ready to talk about them, all those negative emotions had to be worked out. Hotaru knew that. I knew that. We were in perfect consent about this.

A shudder run through the smaller body pressed up against me as my hands wandered to her butt, resting there a moment, before starting to roam the flesh beneath through the thin fabric of her skirt. In response, I could feel her own hands on my back, tugging at the shirt in an unexpected display of frantic need for contact.

My body was responding to the growing passion instinctively and before I could stop myself I had hooked my hands under the girl and lifted her legs up, simultaneously moving forward until we collided with one of the walls. Hotaru wrapped her legs around my waist tightly, increasing friction. Amazed but not at the least halted by the responsiveness, I once again captured the other woman's lips and proceeded to slip under her shirt, moving with the pace unconsciously though obviously not unwillingly set by both of us. Just holding her by sheer contact alone, I pressed forward with my tongue, invading her mouth and finding her own tongue waiting to coil around mine in a dance of fierce passion. My hands found their quarry and Hotaru moaned loudly into the kiss, biting momentarily on my tongue, which only emboldened my movements below. Our bodies were pressed flush together and I had readjusted my palms so that they were pushing into the supple flesh of the younger girl's breast, one nipple between fore and middle finger each.

The flaring heat between us was enough to practically erase the barrier put up by the still existing clothing. Entranced by purple eyes sparkling with a powerful lust, I was once again surprised and also awed by the wildness the normally shy and quiet girl could generate in those moments of unguarded intimacy. Tiny tremors began to intensify quickly though neither of us had made any direct contact below the waist other than Hotaru's legs wrapped around me pressing her groin into mine.

Gasping, the raven-haired girl separated from the kiss that seemed to have gone on forever without interruption, pushing her head back against the wall and giving off a sound somewhere between a loud moan and a muffled scream. Just a moment later the source of the reaction hit me as well and my body was wrecked by a short yet powerful surge of release. Not near enough to satisfy the fires between us, enough to throw away the last bit of reservation though.

"Need you," Hotaru rasped out, chin now buried in my right shoulder. "Inside… Now!"

The desperate command startled me for the barest of instances before I moved to comply instantly, knowing without needing to be told what the other girl wanted. While most of our lovemaking to this point was actually rather soft and gentle, I had seen that there was a wilder side to Hotaru, a side I could feel emerging in the heat of passion inside myself as well.

Taking a step back, only to let Hotaru's legs still wrapped around me drop back to the ground, I had my hands already free again, moving with speed and precision that was part Senshi trait and to a great part probably due to my Martial Arts training. Hotaru only groaned at the tearing sound as her panties were practically ripped off but this time the scream was unrestrained, uncaring whether or not someone heard as I quickly slipped my other hand into the already rather slippery passage below. I marveled at the absence of even a single sign of pain, the younger girl taking the entire size of my hand, now clenched into a fist, into her cunt. Instead she instantly moved with her hands against the motion. The sheer eroticism of the action was enough to push my own lust higher and higher as I began to move inside my lover, Hotaru's hands tangled in and tearing at my hair…

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I wasn't entirely sure how we made it the short distance over the floor to the apartment, not that it really mattered at the moment. The situation had changed slightly. We had not made it past the main room at all. While intentionally aiming for the bedroom the need had become too great. The passion and lust created in the short but already wild encounter in the training room had not been satisfied nearly enough. Something inside me was steadily rising, straining to get out and take this to an even higher level.

While Hotaru had been voluntarily submissive, that had changed upon entering the apartment. Right now I found myself bent forward at a somewhat painful level - though easily endurable considering the situation - having come up against the back of a chair. My upper body was bent forwards so that the underside of my chest was brushing up occasionally against the upper edge of the chair while mostly being massaged by one eager and insistent hand of my lover. Cupping, pinching, pulling, pressing in a steady flow on an artistic level, like a musician playing its instrument… And she surely was bringing out all kinds of interesting sounds from me!

I was rocked forward powerfully by another intense shock to my core. Hotaru had her hand buried where I had been previously and while applying a much slower - relatively put - pace I could freely admit that in moments like this it showed truly who was the expert and who the novice. When we had first become lovers, I had been rather unsure of myself. During our first night Hotaru had to coax me into taking an active role for quite some time. Most of what I did, I did by instinct, relying on Jupiter's presence greatly to gauge what and how Hotaru needed to be handled in all situations.

Compared to that, the normally quiet, albino-skinned girl was a dynamo of energy and self-confidence. She reminded me a little of Minako actually, which only showed where she had learned all this. Hotaru wasn't acting like an eighteen year old student when it came to sex but rather like someone who had decades of experiences… Then again that was true in a way that only another Senshi was able to comprehend. The little Firefly could be sensuous and slow or passionate and wild like now or everything in between that spectrum.

My musings were cut short though as a bolt of fire shot through my system, my pelvis had come into contact with the back of the stair through the force and speed of Hotaru's latest thrust, only buffered slightly through Hotaru's own hand. Before I was able to actually react to this I felt Hotaru step up behind me pressing her own heat against my exposed butt cheeks. Clothing had long since dwindled though not entirely discarded. The lower part of my gi was crumpled somewhere around my ankles and the top pushed up to chest level with Hotaru's hand moving just below…

A gasp escaped my mouth as air hit the heated skin in between the now torn material.

Well, or not. Didn't matter much, I had enough of those. It was a good thing that I usually didn't wear any underwear for training or it would have joined the fate of the top already. "Hotaru!" I moaned my lover's name loudly. The smaller body behind me had leaned forward pressing her chest into my back and increasing the friction of our lower regions. Somehow, she had managed to slip her own core as much between my butt cheeks as possible, creating maximal contact. Her hand, temporarily stilled inside of me, had been readjusted, now pushing in firmly from below.

Pinned like this I was totally unable to do anything but endure, trapped from behind with Hotaru's upper body pressed into my back, her cunt rubbing into my anus, coupled with the weight of her body propped on the edge of my own, and both legs entangling my own, giving them no room to do more than occasionally twitch. I shuddered visibly, feeling the quake building when a tongue was added to leisurely drape over the base of my neck. The eruption I could feel building was more powerful than everything before…

Distracted momentarily by the addition of the tongue, I did not notice the hand on my breast vanishing before it returned with a stunning swiftness. Some kind of material was being wrapped around my breasts with agile accuracy. Looking down I realized it was the belt usually holding together the training gi… I had no time to question as Hotaru, finished with her handiwork of wrapping the black leather strap around my breasts like a makeshift chain, gave an experimental tug making me moan again. Managing a quick look over my shoulder I saw purple eyes staring up at me but there was a kind of ancient quality to it that was totally unlike Hotaru…

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The bedroom door hit the wall with a loud bang but neither of us cared. The line that neither of us had dared to entirely cross before had now not only been crossed but completely forgotten. The last release brought about by Hotaru had cut apart the last restraint and my suppressed Senshi power had burst forward with a vengeance clashing with Hotaru… no, Saturn's own. This was not just about Makoto and Hotaru anymore. This had become much more and yet was still as pure and basic as only the dance as old as time could be. A term flooded my mind and stayed there, unwilling to budge even an inch. Senshi mating. Simple and unrestrained in its purest form.

Saturn's form hit the covers with a thump, eyes staring up at me as I hovered on the edge for a moment. The leer was magnetic and without waiting another moment, I was on top of her, bringing our bodies together once more. Our individual fukus and armor soon became a mess resembling the state of our earlier, civilian clothing as hands and mouths began to tear and explore in a wild eagerness cresting the waves of raw energy around us higher and higher. The need was almost intoxicating now and I barely had a sense of anything other than the dark-haired warrior underneath, matching my own crazed actions step for step.

No, not crazed. Even in this absolute haze of released power mingled with passion, Hotaru/Saturn was still absolutely beautiful. I believe I had been fighting this for some time now, similar to my early hesitation and clumsiness when it came to the physical. Jupiter knew already that unrestrained like this, it was the purest and in a bizarre sense most beautiful form that two Senshi could come together. And that probably had scared me a bit. Maybe it still did since I wasn't quite sure where our relationship was headed with the added factor of Minako…

Right now all that was irrelevant cast aside by the intensity of the moment.

Energy sizzled, tingling my skin when Saturn clamped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss that exceeded even those exchanged previously. Green and purple light flared around us as our uniforms totally dissolved into bands of light before mingling with the tangible power. Neither of us noticed. With a swift motion, guided by instinct alone, I thrust one leg in between the other Senshi's, pressing forward so that our cores collided with numbing force. This time it was me biting down on my lover's… mate's tongue buried inside my own mouth. I shifted my weight slightly so that I was now totally cutting off any movement from Saturn, pressing her deep into the mattress. The Senshi of Silence easily and naturally submitted to my superior strength and I could feel the vibration of a happy sigh through the hungry kiss.

No time was lost either as I grinded against the overflowing heat covered by my own. Saturn hissed loudly in a short break of contact to take in new air, diving right in again. Her hands seemed to be everywhere… as were mine, seemingly not able to decide where they wanted to be first. The clashing fire below was reaching the peak of the wave faster and faster. My eyes fluttered closed and soon were being forced to stay this way, the emotions to overwhelming to endure with normal senses. Pretty much everything had already been focused on the simple action of feeling, my body in a state of impatient anticipation.

A sharp scream made it past the obtrusion of our locked together mouths as the eruption finally came rushing over and through us like an inferno that would burn as long as there was fuel… And there was fuel enough…

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<Dusk 02 (Minako)>

All this was happening too fast to comprehend, too fast to put up a sufficient defense against… and frankly… I did not want to. My firm control had been blown apart by the furious assault that had eventually brought us back to the bedroom. I could not resist, I could not hide. Similar as to Artemis, I found myself unable to put up any barriers against the unrelenting efforts of this girl. This girl who loved me so much that it was frightening. Not just Peitho, the incarnation of Venus she believed hidden in me, but me, the whole me. I would probably make up all kinds of excuses later but right here, unable to flee behind the security of my usual self-control, I could acknowledge that I understood the depth of the other's feelings as completely as it was possible to me at this stage.

Hitting the covers I was barely able to take in another break before Hotaru was upon me. Barely, could I recognize the quiet and usually rather shy girl. Like a cat, she was crawling over my body, making her way upwards. I had expected at least a bit of foreplay but judging by the steady trail of kisses and licks leading upwards over my legs I wondered just how desperate the other girl was for this… No, really, girl was hardly a term to describe the actions of the younger-seeming student down below. Never had I ever experienced such a furious, initial assault…

My eyes widened in partial shock even though part of me had almost expected it already as my skirt was pushed upwards and the raven-haired head disappeared under the material. Just a moment later, I felt the pressure of Hotaru's tongue pressing right inside of me through the material of my panties. My hands began to clutch the bed sheets as a deep moan burst forth from my lips and even more of my rational sense left me.

Kami-sama, she was good! And that without even making direct contact yet. I bit my lip as two fingers slipped underneath the last barrier of clothing from below, just circling the outer edge of my nether lips. I could hardly believe that I was ready to explode already but the inferno building up with an astonishing speed was hard to ignore, especially as she began to trace the outlines of the sensitive area with her fingers, using just the fingernails…

And then she pulled away with both tongue and fingers, pulling her head out from underneath the skirt, leaving me unsatisfied, on the edge of a release that my body craved with a vengeance. Whimpering, I could only watch as Hotaru continued her earlier ascent, pushing up the simple sweater I wore for comforts purpose. She stopped briefly to place a chaste, loving kiss on my belly, making my heart flutter at the obvious implication.

Shudders wracked my body as Hotaru ascended once again, pushing the sweater up as she went along, until it was hooked right over my exposed cleavage that was only concealed by the thin material of the bra. A detached part of my mind analyzed with an imaginative, ironic smile that the skill the dark-haired girl displayed was probably all knowledge acquired from that first incarnation of Venus, now turned back on me. I was too far gone to really complain or further think about it though.

Especially right now. Hotaru had hovered for a couple of agonizing moments over my breasts before lowering her head to catch my left nipple between her teeth, seemingly not bothered by the obtrusion of the undergarment just like she hadn't been earlier. I cried out sharply as the momentary flare of pain wrestled with the pleasure of that action but soon found my attention otherwise occupied. I had my head partially propped up against the headboard so that I could see what the little minx was doing, thus I could observe with growing surprise - but also growing arousal - as with her right hand Hotaru caught the string holding the front of bra together between two fingers and with one forceful tug snapped it apart. Her mouth stopped the suckling and nibbling briefly to lift up the material, discarding it to the side, her right hand doing the same to the other half. Just a moment later, she was at work again and the ferocity of the assault was too much to even let me wonder about the aggressiveness of the action.

The state she had left me in previously had not lessened at all, the opposite actually. Everything Hotaru did was done with a frustrating accuracy, leaving me just right on the edge. If she had wanted do, I probably would have come without her even needing to touch any of the vital areas. But she didn't let me, which was driving me crazy, while at the same time my body craved more and more of it. I did not even restrain my cries and moans, encouraging Hotaru further and further.

Once again, she left me without fulfillment, ending her treatment of my chest area just a moment before the inevitable explosion. I had had a few lovers already but none of them had ever managed to impress me like that, never managed to complete me like that even though I hadn't even reached release yet. And then Hotaru was up looming over me. My eyes were defenselessly drawn to purple ones and I gasped at the powerful desire, need and unconditional love there, fueled only further by a long period of loneliness, frustration and the hidden pain of loss…

I had seen it already back in the adjourning room when Hotaru and I had met in that unexpected confrontation minutes ago that had ultimately led to this. But now it was even more prominent. And that wasn't just Hotaru. She was part of the entire person, yet this was also clearly someone older, someone who had waited, LONGED for this a long time. And if there had been one last doubt and restriction about allowing this to happen, one last ounce of tight control, it surely had been melted right this moment.

Without a word, I forcefully wrapped my arms around her neck pulling her down flat on top of me, lips crushing against each other with the force of tidal waves, filled with longing and need long suppressed for different reason, however, with equal strength. I moaned into the kiss, tongues meshing, exploring, fighting for dominance. My body pressed upwards a little under the surprisingly unrelenting weight above as I felt Hotaru's knee press right into my center, immediately setting of the eruption bubbling right under the surface.

Still riding the waves of the powerful orgasm, I rearranged my hands on my lover's shoulder, pushing her away. While I might acknowledge that Hotaru's skill was hardly outstanding, I was hardly one to just lie back and enjoy. I was a competitive woman after all and always had been. I needed more contact, I needed to participate.

The dark-haired girl gasped as my hands pushed up her shirt and top with equal speed and ferocity as she had done before, letting her breasts fall free from their concealment. Admiring the sight above me with an unconcealed leer for a moment that made Hotaru whimper in anticipation, I was soon forced to move forward. She really is good, I acknowledged once again as the other girl pressed harder into me, sending another tremor through my entire system. My hands practically grasped onto her chest for support. Hotaru cried out at the vice-like grip I had unconsciously applied, throwing her head back but giving no indication whatsoever of discomfort… Narrowing my eyes, I began to set to work, promising myself that I would pay her back in kind, even if took me all night…

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She was back between my thighs, this time without any restraint of clothing which had been discarded long ago into a chaotic pile littering the bed and floor. My hands were tangled in dark haired pushing the head below even further inside, whether or not that was even possible. I could feel the energy crackling in the air, tangible and highly arousing. That had only increased the moment both of us had left our horny but still restricted human forms behind, slipping into our Senshi aliases pretty much fluently. While Hotaru had obviously planned for nothing else, I had let myself be dragged into it without complaint, resistance long since gone. And I definitely wasn't regretting it. The connection taken up to this level was transferring the intensity of the feelings generated directly to the very soul and my whole being felt every shock, every tremor with an intensity that was several times greater than what Aino Minako and Tomoe Hotaru could have achieved.

I wasn't even sure I would have survived under the nymphomaniac assault of my lover. Vocal sounds were reduced to unintelligible whimpers as Saturn's mouth was drinking up every bit of juice she could find. Wave after wave of pleasures crashed over me and I could do nothing else but endure for the moment. She was swirling her tongue around my overflowing center, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, while occasionally nipping, occasionally actually biting into my lips or clit with her teeth. It was soft and sweet, as well as rough and fast at the same time, the feelings too overwhelming, my senses too overloaded to distinguish the differences any longer.

As yet another powerful release rocked through me, I was sure that I wasn't able to endure this any longer in this once again passive state I was reduced too. My body cried out in both relief and regret when I pulled her away from me, ignoring the sting the separation of mouth and teeth created. Giving her no time to reorient, I used my superior agility to slip around her in one fluent move, surprised at myself that I could still find the will and strength to move after the treatment. But as I said, I was a competitive woman and what I decided to do; I was going to do well. Period.

My hands slipped under Saturn's naked form now flat on the bed, capturing the smaller but very much appealing mounds with clear precision and intent. The other Senshi had made clear before that she did not mind, actually longed for a bit of a rougher and faster pace. I wasn't one to disappoint the wishes of my lovers. Tugging forcefully with my hands firmly clasped around erect nipples, I pulled a surprised Saturn up against me, my own breasts digging into her back as I thrust my chest forward.

Delighted in the moans and helpless cries of pleasure coming from Saturn, I took my sweet time working over her breasts, enjoying and indulging in a position that finally granted me some more dominance. Not that the other girl seemed to mind, judged by the way she easily submitted to the position, actually pressing her entire body further back into mine. The heat was becoming more and more intense, unbearable even. The air had already been rather charged from recent activity when we had started, my keen senses noticing this right away. It took no genius to figure out why.

Once again we met in a kiss with Saturn having her head turned back towards me. Her hands were covering mine, moving in synch with my movements. I could feel the need radiating from the other girl who had not even allowed herself release once since this started… some time ago. It was time to change that. Reversing the position of our hands, it was now me encouraging her movements, as the smaller fingers began to frantically massage her own breasts. Satisfied that she got the message and assured that abandoning the self-induced pleasure anytime soon would soon become a mood point, I let my hands now wonder lower and lower on the whitish skin, drawing out gasps and whimpers from my lover.

It did not take long to reach the inevitable final destination. Purple eyes peered at me through heavily-lidded eyelids and without needing a word of instruction I complied with the request I could see in them.

Saturn's entire form shook and I watched in quiet fascination at the eruption when my hand slammed into her wet center with barely any resistance, serving to only revise my opinion of the usually quiet girl more and more. The ease with which she took the intrusion made it clear that this wasn't simply due to her Senshi form but that it simply had not been the first time recently.

Saturn ground down onto my hand coiled inside of her, snapping me out of my temporary stupor. I wasn't quite sure who was setting the pace but it hardly mattered as the charged air around us was pushed to the bursting point quickly. My lover's eyes fell shut as I watched the ongoing inferno engulf her and my heart fluttered again at the contend sigh made in the middle of the throes of passion.

The smaller Senshi was trashing wildly and, as a glance downwards assured me, furiously pinching her own nipples in order to achieve the maximum amount of pleasure. My free hand, previously clutching the soft, dark hair was brought down to join the other working inside of my lover's most private area. Fingers trailed along the outer edge and once in a while flicked over her clit, bringing forth further mini-explosions.

My entire body was on fire and I could feel my whole self, soul included, connect to the other woman more so than any other lover had managed to achieve before. Crying out, I submitted readily to the eruption from my center pressed into the cleft of one of Saturn's knees, grinding in feverish need for more contact, more closeness, more connection, more fulfillment.

And again our lips met, surprisingly soft this time. I had lost any kind of rational control and all I did, I did purely on instinct. If I had been able to analyze I might have noticed that the presence I had always felt on the edge of my awareness, especially after the night before Hotaru's birthday, was much more active now, not in control but meeting the sensations and feelings pouring into my soul readily. Craving, longing, needing.

But who cared in a situation like this about such trivial things? Consequences could wait until tomorrow.

THE END