Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Kingdom Fetish ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Heart of Warrior 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.29.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Dark Kingdom Fetish
By: A Warrior's Soul
"Wake up, slave," commanded a sharp male voice.
Her pleasure- and sake-hazed mind started to clear out and Kino Makoto started to wake up. Her green eyes fluttered open and immediately she realized two things. One, she was naked. Two, she was tied down.
She was tied in a three-point style. Her wrists were crossed and tied together over her head, just loose enough for her to struggle. Two ropes bound one foot to each of two posts. Her legs were spread wide open, the apex of her thighs glistening with her juices.
The next thing she was aware of was a hand cupping her chin and tilting her face to the side.
"Slave doesn't come without permission," purred Kunzite and leaning in to lick at her mouth. "So now slave must be punished..."
Zoicite trailed his tongue along the outer edge of Makoto's ear, nibbling occasionally.
"And this time, you'll remember to obey," he growled, looking her nude body up and down. "Now... What first?"
He gave one nipple a quick pinch, eliciting a startled squeak from the bound girl. Pinching the other a little harder, he leaned down so that he was face to face with her. His eyes were dark, like emerald storms.
"No no," he whispered. "No sound until we say we want to hear it."
"So this means slave must be punished more severely," said Kunzite in a low voice, his tone menacing. "Clamps."
Zoicite snapped a metal clip onto Makoto's left nipple, then another on its twin. She writhed in pain, feeling as if her nipples were burning. Worse still, Kunzite's hands came up to squeeze her breasts, as if kneading them. It made the clamps seem so much tighter. Makoto bit her lip to keep from making a sound.
"Is that too much?" sneered Zoicite, biting her earlobe none-too-gently. "Well now you might learn something..."
"I wouldn't get too cocky, love," warned Kunzite, leaving Makoto for a moment to wrap his arms around Zoicite. "I might decide that one pet is not enough..."
He nuzzled into his lover's neck, nibbling gently as he kissed up and down the curve of his throat. Zoicite moaned softly at the caresses of Kunzite's lips, tongue and teeth. Right now, he was completely helpless in his love's arms. Not a good idea, shouldn't let his guard down...
"But you wouldn't do that, would you?" he murmured, cuddling against Kunzite's chest.
"Never underestimate me," Kunzite whispered as he stroked Zoicite's belly, sending shivers up his spine. "You would make such a lovely pet. But I'll understand if you don't think you can handle it..."
Zoicite bristled, hating the inference that just because he was younger and less experienced that he was weak. So just to prove his point, he pressed a kiss to Kunzite's startled lips. As he pulled back, he made a pleased purring sound in his throat.
"I can handle it," he growled. "Tie me. Make me your pet. Or at least try..."
Before he could react, Zoicite was on his knees with a collar around his neck and a cord binding his hands in front of him. He yelped in surprise at his newfound state of freedom, or lack thereof. A hard swat on his backside was the result of his yelp. He clenched his teeth, trying not to make any sound as a painful burning feeling spread over his buttocks.
"Pet must be quiet for master," cooed Kunzite, running one hand through Zoicite's long, silky hair and the other over his stinging rear.
Zoicite looked up at Kunzite with an uncertain look in his green eyes.
"Good pet," said Kunzite, turning away towards Makoto and giving the leash a tug.
He looked down into Makoto's blazing green eyes. She was struggling furiously and swearing fluently. Kunzite smiled evilly at her and, without warning, drove something hard and cold into her entrance. Her screams echoed all around.
"Didn't master tell slave to be quiet?" asked Kunzite in a deadly calm voice, picking up a riding crop and showing it to her. "Didn't I?"
Makoto nodded.
"Answer 'Yes master' or 'No master'," ordered her captor, his voice still deadly calm and quiet.
"Y-y-yes... m-mmaster," stammered Makoto, realizing that he had shoved an eight-inch ice rod into her.
"Good slave," said Kunzite, stroking her slit with the tip of the riding crop and feeling her tense up.
He saw her flinch and gave her little nub a sharp snap.
"Does slave not like this?" asked Kunzite, snapping her tight bud a little harder. "Does it hurt?"
It did hurt, but only for a moment. Within moments, the bound girl was squirming around, waiting to be snapped again. Pain and pleasure had become one by now.
"No master," she ground out through clenched teeth, arching her smooth mound towards him, begging for the sting of the whip.
The snap was harder still this time.
"Then master will have to do it harder," Kunzite crooned, arching his arm back as if he were going to throw a ball under-handed.
Makoto let out a scream as Kunzite swung and snapped her rock-hard nub with all his might. As he waited for her to stop screaming and writhing Kunzite knelt between her legs and closed his lips around her nub. Pain was soothed by a wave of intense pleasure. He lapped at her jewel in long, slow strokes, nibbling gently on the small bud.
Zoicite knelt beside his new "master", his head bowed so that his long golden hair fell over his face. He leaned against Kunzite's leg like a cat, closing his eyes and relaxing against him. Kunzite looked down at him and found his submissive position extremely exciting. He knelt beside his "pet" and tilted the smaller man's face up towards his.
"Is my pet feeling left out?" he cooed, trailing soft kisses up Zoicite's jawline.
"Yes master," whispered Zoicite, shivers chilling his spine.
Kunzite gathered his "pet" up in his arms and settled him in a 69 position over Makoto's prone, shuddering body.
"Is this better?" murmured Kunzite, reaching down to stroke his "pet" back to hardness. "Would my pet like a slave of his own?"
Zoicite squirmed against his "master's" touch.
"Yes master," he purred.
"Do what you want with her," replied Kunzite, patting his "pet" on the head.
"Thank you, master," whispered Zoicite, eyeing Makoto with desire in his gaze.
He thrust his hips down toward the prone girl's mouth, sliding his tip between her lips.
"Suck it," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
"An excellent idea," agreed Kunzite, cupping one of Zoicite's cheeks in the palm of his hand and guiding him down to his own obvious arousal. "Will my pet make his master feel good?"
"Yes master," replied Zoicite, his voice shuddering a little due to Makoto's ministrations.
"Will master like the way his pet takes care of him?" asked Kunzite, running his tip along the line of Zoicite's lips. "Will my pet deserve a reward for this?"
Zoicite placed a tender kiss on the tip of Kunzite's arousal, making shudders run through his body.
"For you to decide, master," he said coyly, running his tongue along the underside of his "master's" tip.
Kunzite smiled with lust in his eyes, then groaned, his knees weakening for a moment as he slipped his tip into Zoicite's hungrily sucking mouth. Long golden hairs tickled his inner thighs, building the sensation. Zoicite relaxed his throat to take his lover in as deep as he could. Soon Kunzite was taken to the hilt in his "pet's" throat. His eyes began to flutter, his lips slightly parted as he panted harder and harder. An evil gleam came to Zoicite's eyes as he looked up at his beloved's face.
Just as Kunzite was about to release his essence into Zoicite's throat, the attention stopped completely. His agonized groan echoed from deep in his throat as his head slumped forward on his chest. Weakly, he ran his fingers through his "pet's" long golden mane.
"Why did you stop?" he asked hoarsely, his eyes closing.
Zoicite just smiled as best he could, given his current situation, and started tensing his throat. It was just a little bit, a few little twinges, but it was enough to make Kunzite cry out in ecstasy. His hands moved to the back of Zoicite's golden head, holding him right there. He gave a few short thrusts into his lover's sweet mouth. Then Zoicite stopped again.
"Zoicite, please," moaned Kunzite, his head thrown back in torment, though on his face was an expression of pure bliss. "Don't do this... Don't torture me..."
Zoicite couldn't believe what he was hearing! Kunzite was actually BEGGING!? Drawing back so that only his beloved's tip rested on his tongue, he began to suckle gently. Kunzite's hands fisted in Zoicite's hair, his body shuddering. Panting had turned to a series of soft cries as Zoicite's mouth played havoc with his senses. Through sheer will power, he was able to tilt his head down enough to look Zoicite in the eyes.
"Let me go, love," he said softly, his eyes fluttering as he slid one hand under Zoicite's chin, feeling his own member throbbing in his lover's throat. "Make me come."
With that, his eyes closed completely, echoing cries of tortured pleasure turning to soft groans. Zoicite carefully moved one hand up to cradle his lover's sac in his palm. Gently, he twirled his tongue around his weeping tip, then finally started with firm, tender suckling.
"I love you," whispered Kunzite, just before he let out a loud, impassioned cry and spurted his essence into his lover's throat.
At that same moment, Makoto gave Zoicite's member a particularly hard suck and he cried out as his lover's seed dripped from his mouth. Kunzite fell to his knees at the site of white fluid dripping off Zoicite's chin. In a submissive gesture of his own, he began to lick the drips from his love's face, moaning as he did so. At the sensation of Kunzite's tongue and hair tickling his skin, Zoicite groaned and reflexively thrust into Makoto's throat again.
Moving his hand up her leg, Zoicite clamped his fingers together on Makoto's clit, rolling the small bud of skin. Makoto gave a muffled cry and nipped his member. He jerked out of her mouth and sat back on her stomach, forcing the wind out of her.
"Master..." he whined to Kunzite, clinging to his love's shoulders. "She bit me."
Kunzite stood up and quickly regained his balance.
"Should I punish her?" he asked, stroking his "pet's" member where teeth marks stood out in stark contrast to pale skin. "Or do you want to?"
By: A Warrior's Soul
"Wake up, slave," commanded a sharp male voice.
Her pleasure- and sake-hazed mind started to clear out and Kino Makoto started to wake up. Her green eyes fluttered open and immediately she realized two things. One, she was naked. Two, she was tied down.
She was tied in a three-point style. Her wrists were crossed and tied together over her head, just loose enough for her to struggle. Two ropes bound one foot to each of two posts. Her legs were spread wide open, the apex of her thighs glistening with her juices.
The next thing she was aware of was a hand cupping her chin and tilting her face to the side.
"Slave doesn't come without permission," purred Kunzite and leaning in to lick at her mouth. "So now slave must be punished..."
Zoicite trailed his tongue along the outer edge of Makoto's ear, nibbling occasionally.
"And this time, you'll remember to obey," he growled, looking her nude body up and down. "Now... What first?"
He gave one nipple a quick pinch, eliciting a startled squeak from the bound girl. Pinching the other a little harder, he leaned down so that he was face to face with her. His eyes were dark, like emerald storms.
"No no," he whispered. "No sound until we say we want to hear it."
"So this means slave must be punished more severely," said Kunzite in a low voice, his tone menacing. "Clamps."
Zoicite snapped a metal clip onto Makoto's left nipple, then another on its twin. She writhed in pain, feeling as if her nipples were burning. Worse still, Kunzite's hands came up to squeeze her breasts, as if kneading them. It made the clamps seem so much tighter. Makoto bit her lip to keep from making a sound.
"Is that too much?" sneered Zoicite, biting her earlobe none-too-gently. "Well now you might learn something..."
"I wouldn't get too cocky, love," warned Kunzite, leaving Makoto for a moment to wrap his arms around Zoicite. "I might decide that one pet is not enough..."
He nuzzled into his lover's neck, nibbling gently as he kissed up and down the curve of his throat. Zoicite moaned softly at the caresses of Kunzite's lips, tongue and teeth. Right now, he was completely helpless in his love's arms. Not a good idea, shouldn't let his guard down...
"But you wouldn't do that, would you?" he murmured, cuddling against Kunzite's chest.
"Never underestimate me," Kunzite whispered as he stroked Zoicite's belly, sending shivers up his spine. "You would make such a lovely pet. But I'll understand if you don't think you can handle it..."
Zoicite bristled, hating the inference that just because he was younger and less experienced that he was weak. So just to prove his point, he pressed a kiss to Kunzite's startled lips. As he pulled back, he made a pleased purring sound in his throat.
"I can handle it," he growled. "Tie me. Make me your pet. Or at least try..."
Before he could react, Zoicite was on his knees with a collar around his neck and a cord binding his hands in front of him. He yelped in surprise at his newfound state of freedom, or lack thereof. A hard swat on his backside was the result of his yelp. He clenched his teeth, trying not to make any sound as a painful burning feeling spread over his buttocks.
"Pet must be quiet for master," cooed Kunzite, running one hand through Zoicite's long, silky hair and the other over his stinging rear.
Zoicite looked up at Kunzite with an uncertain look in his green eyes.
"Good pet," said Kunzite, turning away towards Makoto and giving the leash a tug.
He looked down into Makoto's blazing green eyes. She was struggling furiously and swearing fluently. Kunzite smiled evilly at her and, without warning, drove something hard and cold into her entrance. Her screams echoed all around.
"Didn't master tell slave to be quiet?" asked Kunzite in a deadly calm voice, picking up a riding crop and showing it to her. "Didn't I?"
Makoto nodded.
"Answer 'Yes master' or 'No master'," ordered her captor, his voice still deadly calm and quiet.
"Y-y-yes... m-mmaster," stammered Makoto, realizing that he had shoved an eight-inch ice rod into her.
"Good slave," said Kunzite, stroking her slit with the tip of the riding crop and feeling her tense up.
He saw her flinch and gave her little nub a sharp snap.
"Does slave not like this?" asked Kunzite, snapping her tight bud a little harder. "Does it hurt?"
It did hurt, but only for a moment. Within moments, the bound girl was squirming around, waiting to be snapped again. Pain and pleasure had become one by now.
"No master," she ground out through clenched teeth, arching her smooth mound towards him, begging for the sting of the whip.
The snap was harder still this time.
"Then master will have to do it harder," Kunzite crooned, arching his arm back as if he were going to throw a ball under-handed.
Makoto let out a scream as Kunzite swung and snapped her rock-hard nub with all his might. As he waited for her to stop screaming and writhing Kunzite knelt between her legs and closed his lips around her nub. Pain was soothed by a wave of intense pleasure. He lapped at her jewel in long, slow strokes, nibbling gently on the small bud.
Zoicite knelt beside his new "master", his head bowed so that his long golden hair fell over his face. He leaned against Kunzite's leg like a cat, closing his eyes and relaxing against him. Kunzite looked down at him and found his submissive position extremely exciting. He knelt beside his "pet" and tilted the smaller man's face up towards his.
"Is my pet feeling left out?" he cooed, trailing soft kisses up Zoicite's jawline.
"Yes master," whispered Zoicite, shivers chilling his spine.
Kunzite gathered his "pet" up in his arms and settled him in a 69 position over Makoto's prone, shuddering body.
"Is this better?" murmured Kunzite, reaching down to stroke his "pet" back to hardness. "Would my pet like a slave of his own?"
Zoicite squirmed against his "master's" touch.
"Yes master," he purred.
"Do what you want with her," replied Kunzite, patting his "pet" on the head.
"Thank you, master," whispered Zoicite, eyeing Makoto with desire in his gaze.
He thrust his hips down toward the prone girl's mouth, sliding his tip between her lips.
"Suck it," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
"An excellent idea," agreed Kunzite, cupping one of Zoicite's cheeks in the palm of his hand and guiding him down to his own obvious arousal. "Will my pet make his master feel good?"
"Yes master," replied Zoicite, his voice shuddering a little due to Makoto's ministrations.
"Will master like the way his pet takes care of him?" asked Kunzite, running his tip along the line of Zoicite's lips. "Will my pet deserve a reward for this?"
Zoicite placed a tender kiss on the tip of Kunzite's arousal, making shudders run through his body.
"For you to decide, master," he said coyly, running his tongue along the underside of his "master's" tip.
Kunzite smiled with lust in his eyes, then groaned, his knees weakening for a moment as he slipped his tip into Zoicite's hungrily sucking mouth. Long golden hairs tickled his inner thighs, building the sensation. Zoicite relaxed his throat to take his lover in as deep as he could. Soon Kunzite was taken to the hilt in his "pet's" throat. His eyes began to flutter, his lips slightly parted as he panted harder and harder. An evil gleam came to Zoicite's eyes as he looked up at his beloved's face.
Just as Kunzite was about to release his essence into Zoicite's throat, the attention stopped completely. His agonized groan echoed from deep in his throat as his head slumped forward on his chest. Weakly, he ran his fingers through his "pet's" long golden mane.
"Why did you stop?" he asked hoarsely, his eyes closing.
Zoicite just smiled as best he could, given his current situation, and started tensing his throat. It was just a little bit, a few little twinges, but it was enough to make Kunzite cry out in ecstasy. His hands moved to the back of Zoicite's golden head, holding him right there. He gave a few short thrusts into his lover's sweet mouth. Then Zoicite stopped again.
"Zoicite, please," moaned Kunzite, his head thrown back in torment, though on his face was an expression of pure bliss. "Don't do this... Don't torture me..."
Zoicite couldn't believe what he was hearing! Kunzite was actually BEGGING!? Drawing back so that only his beloved's tip rested on his tongue, he began to suckle gently. Kunzite's hands fisted in Zoicite's hair, his body shuddering. Panting had turned to a series of soft cries as Zoicite's mouth played havoc with his senses. Through sheer will power, he was able to tilt his head down enough to look Zoicite in the eyes.
"Let me go, love," he said softly, his eyes fluttering as he slid one hand under Zoicite's chin, feeling his own member throbbing in his lover's throat. "Make me come."
With that, his eyes closed completely, echoing cries of tortured pleasure turning to soft groans. Zoicite carefully moved one hand up to cradle his lover's sac in his palm. Gently, he twirled his tongue around his weeping tip, then finally started with firm, tender suckling.
"I love you," whispered Kunzite, just before he let out a loud, impassioned cry and spurted his essence into his lover's throat.
At that same moment, Makoto gave Zoicite's member a particularly hard suck and he cried out as his lover's seed dripped from his mouth. Kunzite fell to his knees at the site of white fluid dripping off Zoicite's chin. In a submissive gesture of his own, he began to lick the drips from his love's face, moaning as he did so. At the sensation of Kunzite's tongue and hair tickling his skin, Zoicite groaned and reflexively thrust into Makoto's throat again.
Moving his hand up her leg, Zoicite clamped his fingers together on Makoto's clit, rolling the small bud of skin. Makoto gave a muffled cry and nipped his member. He jerked out of her mouth and sat back on her stomach, forcing the wind out of her.
"Master..." he whined to Kunzite, clinging to his love's shoulders. "She bit me."
Kunzite stood up and quickly regained his balance.
"Should I punish her?" he asked, stroking his "pet's" member where teeth marks stood out in stark contrast to pale skin. "Or do you want to?"