Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Kingdom Fetish ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Heart of Warrior 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Completed
Dark Kingdom Fetish
By: A Warrior's Soul
Three, together in one tension-filled room.
The tall brunette smelled strongly of perfume and sake. The tall man in the cape watched her with fascination (and a growing feeling of lust...). A smaller blond man was sprawled out half-nude in an armchair, just getting over... eh... the aftereffects. The brunette had just somehow appeared inside their (locked) room during their lovemaking.
Slowly, the young woman began to realize she wasn't where she had been about thirty seconds ago.
"Hey! What the f*ck?" she slurred. "Where the hell am I?"
The two men just looked at her, mostly confused. The taller man approached the brunette cautiously and caught her shoulder. Big mistake.
"Hyaa!" she yelled, swinging a fist at him.
He caught it easily, but she was still not giving up the fight.
She bit him.
"What the hell!?" he yelped, pulling his hand back.
He looked at her like she was insane for a few seconds. Then an idea came to his mind... A very twisted, very brutal, very bisexual idea.
Excellent.
He turned back to the blond man, who had pulled a blanket over himself and was turning bright red. He leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear...
"Zoicite, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
The blond raised an eyebrow at his lover. Another one of Kunzite's little games... Oh well, could be fun; never done this before...
"That depends," said Zoicite. "What are you thinking?"
"Have you ever been with two at once?"
Zoicite's eyes went wide, then he grinned at Kunzite.
"Man... You are really twisted," he said jokingly. "What kind of harebrain idea did you have this time?"
Kunzite threw a glance over his shoulder at the brunette, who was currently standing in the corner of the room, leaned against the wall. She glared at him.
"Me, you, her... Any questions?"
Zoicite went spiral-eyed and tried to stem the flow of a heavy nosebleed. Kunzite just whapped him upside the head. Snap! Back to normal, if that's possible for Zoicite...
"Well... Suits me," he agreed. "I'll try anything once!"
Kunzite smiled darkly and turned back towards the brunette. He was almost a foot in front of her before she realized he was coming. She held up a fist again, ready to swing. Before she could do much of anything, his arms were around her. Her green eyes went wide as she fell against him, blushing dark red.
"Hey!" she yelped, outraged. "What the fu-"
She never finished her sentence, or rather, her swearing. In a split second, Kunzite had tilted her head back and captured her lips with his. Her senses were temporarily shut off. As he released her, suckling gently on her lower lip, he slid his hand up her back to untie the sugar-pink halter top strings at the back of her neck. She felt the slight pressure from the knot give way to his fingers stroking the back of her neck. The wrap-around part of her top had a zipper in the back. When it was that Zoicite had gotten up (a blanket securely wrapped around him), no one could say. But there he was behind her, quickly unzipping the back of her top. The thin fabric fell away, exposing her well-developed figure.
Kunzite released his hold on her waist, letting her fall backwards into Zoicite's arms. Her nipples tightened into little buds as they were exposed to air. Uncertainly, Zoicite ran his hand up her belly, stopping at her left breast. Her skin was smooth and warm. He liked the way she felt. Gently, he pinched the hardened peak. The brunette squeaked, arching her chest into his touch. Rolling the little bud between his fingers elicited more soft sounds from the brunette.
Three is usually an awkward number when it comes to things like this, as two people tend to pair off. This leaves the odd person feeling left out, not a good thing. Especially not when the left out party is a very topless, very angry Kino Makoto. As Kunzite swept Zoicite up into his arms, Makoto was left alone, shivering and pissed off. With Zoicite deposited on the bed, Kunzite went back for Makoto.
As she once again prepared to swing at him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her so close that she couldn't move, much less swing a fist at him. His other hand slipped down her bare side, stopping at the side zipper of the green miniskirt that really looked more like a belt (as in, REALLY short). But instead of unzipping her skirt, he slid his hand past the zipper entirely, heading for the hem instead. Teasing fingers fluttered against the skin of her inner thighs. The young woman gasped, her hips jerking towards his hand. Slowly, he slipped his hand around to her rear. He caressed the soft flesh, trying to guess what kind of thong she was wearing. A quick sweep along her waist told him that it was lace. He hoped it was black.
Gently, he swept her off her feet, just as he had done with Zoicite. The blond man was sitting propped up on a pile of pillows against the headboard of the bed, his shirt open and covered to his waist with a sheet. Kunzite set the brunette down so that she was resting with her back against Zoicite's chest. He slid onto the bed in front of the pair.
With a dark, sexy look at Zoicite, he leaned forward, pressing his body against Makoto's as he reached past her to cup his hand around the back of Zoicite's head. Tracing the smaller man's lips with his tongue, he slowly pressed against them with his own. Zoicite's tongue plunged into Kunzite's mouth, the two of them vying for control. That is, until Kunzite captured Zoicite's tongue between his lips, suckling fiercely.
As Zoicite let out a soft groan, Kunzite pulled back, now focusing his attention on Makoto. Sliding a hand up her belly, he stopped at her right breast, bringing his fingers together on her nipple. While he rolled the little tip between his fingers, he brought his mouth down on its twin.
"What are you--- AH!" moaned the tall brunette. "Mm... That feels... ahh... so good..."
While Makoto arched against Kunzite's mouth, Zoicite's hands moved to her skirt. Where Kunzite's fingers had passed over, Zoicite finished the job, quickly unzipping the side of the skirt and pulling it off. Good thing the zipper went from the top to the hem. The dark green miniskirt landed on the floor beside the bed.
Now this didn't quite seem fair... Kunzite still had his pants and shirt on, his cape long discarded. Zoicite still had on only an open shirt and was steadily growing hard again. Makoto was the least clothed of any of them, in only a lace thong. To Kunzite's obvious delight, it was indeed black. Zoicite could practically HEAR his lover drooling. Slowly, he slid his hand down the brunette's back, caressing her smooth skin. Wrapping his other arm around her and pressing her against his chest, he buried his nose in her hair. Not only did he like the way she felt, he liked the way she smelled as well.
Kunzite pulled his hand and mouth away from the girl's ample breasts. He pushed himself off the bed just long enough to toss his shirt and pants on the floor. Now it was Zoicite's turn to start turning on the drool. As his beloved slipped under the sheet beside him, he could feel his hardness growing.
Makoto turned to face the two men, sitting on her knees and staring in a drunkenly bewildered fashion. Kunzite arched an eyebrow at the young woman and moved his hand to the sheet at Zoicite's waist. Zoicite leaned his golden head on his lover's shoulder as Kunzite slipped the sheet off him. He sighed as he saw Makoto's eyes focused intently on his hardened member.
"Go on," urged Kunzite, running his hand down Zoicite's belly and eliciting a little 'mmm' sound from the smaller man. "Do what you know you want to do..."
Laying down on her stomach between Zoicite's legs, Makoto was only inches from her destination. She curled her hand around his staff, poised to take him in her mouth. Her other hand came up to cup his sac, stroking and squeezing a little. Zoicite groaned at the sensation and his body went totally rigid as she took his tip in her mouth. After only a second, she backed away.
Her hand moved away from his sac, drawing a disappointed whine from him. Kunzite licked a wet path up his love's throat as he slid his own hand down between his legs. Zoicite squirmed as Kunzite's hand teased his sac. He moaned softly and arched his hips towards Makoto. Her hand was still wrapped around his staff. She brought her other hand up to pull back his foreskin and lick at the tip of his weeping member.
Zoicite's body twitched involuntarily as Makoto licked and sucked on his unprotected flesh. She took more of him into her mouth until she couldn't take him any deeper. What she couldn't take in her mouth, she was stroking with her hand, slowly bringing him closer to climax.
Kunzite, meanwhile, had shifted so that he was behind Makoto on his knees. She was still suckling intently on Zoicite and didn't notice him guiding her up onto her hands and knees. Slowly, he slid the band of her tiny black-lace thong off her rear. It was soaked in the little place he knew it would be. He let it fall around her knees then slipped it off her. Pausing for a moment to inhale her scent, he tossed the scrap of lace on the floor.
Tentatively, he stroked her along her slit. Her nether lips and inner thighs were covered in her wetness. Using two fingers, he scooped up what he could, eager to taste her. She was rich and smooth, sweet and creamy on his tongue. All of a sudden, he plunged his fingers into her, making her moan against Zoicite's staff. Zoicite was shaking, his head thrown back and his lips parted in a silent scream.
'Perfect,' thought Kunzite, his attention turning to his own need.
Sliding his fingers out of the brunette's body, he raised them to his mouth and licked hungrily at her juices. Taking a firm hold on her hips, he thrust into her in one swift motion. Makoto screamed around Zoicite's length and his hands came to hold her where she was. Biting his lip to keep from coming right then, he gave a few thrusts into her mouth.
Kunzite continued driving himself deep into Makoto's core, feeling her walls clamping down on him and making it so tight. Short "uh" sounds accompanied each thrust. His pelvis was hitting straight against her womanhood, giving him deeper penetration. Makoto was losing control, her body writhing on the bed, Zoicite's length still in her mouth. Finally, he held her still and thrust deep into her throat, spilling his seed.
Zoicite thrashed against Makoto's mouth, crying out in unbearable pleasure. Kunzite as well was nearing the end of his control, sweat beading on his forehead and trailing down his chest and back. Makoto was so tight around him that it was becoming hard to breathe. Her body spasmed once as the bone of his pelvis found her nub and her walls tightened. That was the end of Kunzite's control.
His hands gripped her hips probably hard enough to leave bruises and his short groans became long, drawn-out cries of passion. He gave a few short, sharp thrusts deep into her and spurted his essence in her. As his pelvis crushed her nub over and over Makoto climaxed too. She screamed around the twitching Zoicite's member and let her body take control. Wild thrashing and muffled screams accompanied her orgasm.
By: A Warrior's Soul
Three, together in one tension-filled room.
The tall brunette smelled strongly of perfume and sake. The tall man in the cape watched her with fascination (and a growing feeling of lust...). A smaller blond man was sprawled out half-nude in an armchair, just getting over... eh... the aftereffects. The brunette had just somehow appeared inside their (locked) room during their lovemaking.
Slowly, the young woman began to realize she wasn't where she had been about thirty seconds ago.
"Hey! What the f*ck?" she slurred. "Where the hell am I?"
The two men just looked at her, mostly confused. The taller man approached the brunette cautiously and caught her shoulder. Big mistake.
"Hyaa!" she yelled, swinging a fist at him.
He caught it easily, but she was still not giving up the fight.
She bit him.
"What the hell!?" he yelped, pulling his hand back.
He looked at her like she was insane for a few seconds. Then an idea came to his mind... A very twisted, very brutal, very bisexual idea.
Excellent.
He turned back to the blond man, who had pulled a blanket over himself and was turning bright red. He leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear...
"Zoicite, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
The blond raised an eyebrow at his lover. Another one of Kunzite's little games... Oh well, could be fun; never done this before...
"That depends," said Zoicite. "What are you thinking?"
"Have you ever been with two at once?"
Zoicite's eyes went wide, then he grinned at Kunzite.
"Man... You are really twisted," he said jokingly. "What kind of harebrain idea did you have this time?"
Kunzite threw a glance over his shoulder at the brunette, who was currently standing in the corner of the room, leaned against the wall. She glared at him.
"Me, you, her... Any questions?"
Zoicite went spiral-eyed and tried to stem the flow of a heavy nosebleed. Kunzite just whapped him upside the head. Snap! Back to normal, if that's possible for Zoicite...
"Well... Suits me," he agreed. "I'll try anything once!"
Kunzite smiled darkly and turned back towards the brunette. He was almost a foot in front of her before she realized he was coming. She held up a fist again, ready to swing. Before she could do much of anything, his arms were around her. Her green eyes went wide as she fell against him, blushing dark red.
"Hey!" she yelped, outraged. "What the fu-"
She never finished her sentence, or rather, her swearing. In a split second, Kunzite had tilted her head back and captured her lips with his. Her senses were temporarily shut off. As he released her, suckling gently on her lower lip, he slid his hand up her back to untie the sugar-pink halter top strings at the back of her neck. She felt the slight pressure from the knot give way to his fingers stroking the back of her neck. The wrap-around part of her top had a zipper in the back. When it was that Zoicite had gotten up (a blanket securely wrapped around him), no one could say. But there he was behind her, quickly unzipping the back of her top. The thin fabric fell away, exposing her well-developed figure.
Kunzite released his hold on her waist, letting her fall backwards into Zoicite's arms. Her nipples tightened into little buds as they were exposed to air. Uncertainly, Zoicite ran his hand up her belly, stopping at her left breast. Her skin was smooth and warm. He liked the way she felt. Gently, he pinched the hardened peak. The brunette squeaked, arching her chest into his touch. Rolling the little bud between his fingers elicited more soft sounds from the brunette.
Three is usually an awkward number when it comes to things like this, as two people tend to pair off. This leaves the odd person feeling left out, not a good thing. Especially not when the left out party is a very topless, very angry Kino Makoto. As Kunzite swept Zoicite up into his arms, Makoto was left alone, shivering and pissed off. With Zoicite deposited on the bed, Kunzite went back for Makoto.
As she once again prepared to swing at him, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her so close that she couldn't move, much less swing a fist at him. His other hand slipped down her bare side, stopping at the side zipper of the green miniskirt that really looked more like a belt (as in, REALLY short). But instead of unzipping her skirt, he slid his hand past the zipper entirely, heading for the hem instead. Teasing fingers fluttered against the skin of her inner thighs. The young woman gasped, her hips jerking towards his hand. Slowly, he slipped his hand around to her rear. He caressed the soft flesh, trying to guess what kind of thong she was wearing. A quick sweep along her waist told him that it was lace. He hoped it was black.
Gently, he swept her off her feet, just as he had done with Zoicite. The blond man was sitting propped up on a pile of pillows against the headboard of the bed, his shirt open and covered to his waist with a sheet. Kunzite set the brunette down so that she was resting with her back against Zoicite's chest. He slid onto the bed in front of the pair.
With a dark, sexy look at Zoicite, he leaned forward, pressing his body against Makoto's as he reached past her to cup his hand around the back of Zoicite's head. Tracing the smaller man's lips with his tongue, he slowly pressed against them with his own. Zoicite's tongue plunged into Kunzite's mouth, the two of them vying for control. That is, until Kunzite captured Zoicite's tongue between his lips, suckling fiercely.
As Zoicite let out a soft groan, Kunzite pulled back, now focusing his attention on Makoto. Sliding a hand up her belly, he stopped at her right breast, bringing his fingers together on her nipple. While he rolled the little tip between his fingers, he brought his mouth down on its twin.
"What are you--- AH!" moaned the tall brunette. "Mm... That feels... ahh... so good..."
While Makoto arched against Kunzite's mouth, Zoicite's hands moved to her skirt. Where Kunzite's fingers had passed over, Zoicite finished the job, quickly unzipping the side of the skirt and pulling it off. Good thing the zipper went from the top to the hem. The dark green miniskirt landed on the floor beside the bed.
Now this didn't quite seem fair... Kunzite still had his pants and shirt on, his cape long discarded. Zoicite still had on only an open shirt and was steadily growing hard again. Makoto was the least clothed of any of them, in only a lace thong. To Kunzite's obvious delight, it was indeed black. Zoicite could practically HEAR his lover drooling. Slowly, he slid his hand down the brunette's back, caressing her smooth skin. Wrapping his other arm around her and pressing her against his chest, he buried his nose in her hair. Not only did he like the way she felt, he liked the way she smelled as well.
Kunzite pulled his hand and mouth away from the girl's ample breasts. He pushed himself off the bed just long enough to toss his shirt and pants on the floor. Now it was Zoicite's turn to start turning on the drool. As his beloved slipped under the sheet beside him, he could feel his hardness growing.
Makoto turned to face the two men, sitting on her knees and staring in a drunkenly bewildered fashion. Kunzite arched an eyebrow at the young woman and moved his hand to the sheet at Zoicite's waist. Zoicite leaned his golden head on his lover's shoulder as Kunzite slipped the sheet off him. He sighed as he saw Makoto's eyes focused intently on his hardened member.
"Go on," urged Kunzite, running his hand down Zoicite's belly and eliciting a little 'mmm' sound from the smaller man. "Do what you know you want to do..."
Laying down on her stomach between Zoicite's legs, Makoto was only inches from her destination. She curled her hand around his staff, poised to take him in her mouth. Her other hand came up to cup his sac, stroking and squeezing a little. Zoicite groaned at the sensation and his body went totally rigid as she took his tip in her mouth. After only a second, she backed away.
Her hand moved away from his sac, drawing a disappointed whine from him. Kunzite licked a wet path up his love's throat as he slid his own hand down between his legs. Zoicite squirmed as Kunzite's hand teased his sac. He moaned softly and arched his hips towards Makoto. Her hand was still wrapped around his staff. She brought her other hand up to pull back his foreskin and lick at the tip of his weeping member.
Zoicite's body twitched involuntarily as Makoto licked and sucked on his unprotected flesh. She took more of him into her mouth until she couldn't take him any deeper. What she couldn't take in her mouth, she was stroking with her hand, slowly bringing him closer to climax.
Kunzite, meanwhile, had shifted so that he was behind Makoto on his knees. She was still suckling intently on Zoicite and didn't notice him guiding her up onto her hands and knees. Slowly, he slid the band of her tiny black-lace thong off her rear. It was soaked in the little place he knew it would be. He let it fall around her knees then slipped it off her. Pausing for a moment to inhale her scent, he tossed the scrap of lace on the floor.
Tentatively, he stroked her along her slit. Her nether lips and inner thighs were covered in her wetness. Using two fingers, he scooped up what he could, eager to taste her. She was rich and smooth, sweet and creamy on his tongue. All of a sudden, he plunged his fingers into her, making her moan against Zoicite's staff. Zoicite was shaking, his head thrown back and his lips parted in a silent scream.
'Perfect,' thought Kunzite, his attention turning to his own need.
Sliding his fingers out of the brunette's body, he raised them to his mouth and licked hungrily at her juices. Taking a firm hold on her hips, he thrust into her in one swift motion. Makoto screamed around Zoicite's length and his hands came to hold her where she was. Biting his lip to keep from coming right then, he gave a few thrusts into her mouth.
Kunzite continued driving himself deep into Makoto's core, feeling her walls clamping down on him and making it so tight. Short "uh" sounds accompanied each thrust. His pelvis was hitting straight against her womanhood, giving him deeper penetration. Makoto was losing control, her body writhing on the bed, Zoicite's length still in her mouth. Finally, he held her still and thrust deep into her throat, spilling his seed.
Zoicite thrashed against Makoto's mouth, crying out in unbearable pleasure. Kunzite as well was nearing the end of his control, sweat beading on his forehead and trailing down his chest and back. Makoto was so tight around him that it was becoming hard to breathe. Her body spasmed once as the bone of his pelvis found her nub and her walls tightened. That was the end of Kunzite's control.
His hands gripped her hips probably hard enough to leave bruises and his short groans became long, drawn-out cries of passion. He gave a few short, sharp thrusts deep into her and spurted his essence in her. As his pelvis crushed her nub over and over Makoto climaxed too. She screamed around the twitching Zoicite's member and let her body take control. Wild thrashing and muffled screams accompanied her orgasm.