Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Other Side Of Serena ❯ A Time To "Bond" ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Heart of Warrior 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 5.4K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 5.4K | Status: Completed
The Other Side of Serena
A Time to "Bond"
(Or: Things Heat Up!)
... As he got a look at Serena.
She was something else, that was for sure. A sheer silver robe did almost nothing to conceal the silver bra and thong that accented her curves. Her hair seemed to float around her. In fact, she seemed to be hovering, laying on her side with her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful, not like she was planning anything at all. (Yeah... THAT's possible, not.) A rose seemed to float on air about 18 inches from her feet.
Darien tried to walk over to her and his shins collided with what seemed to be a bed frame. Nice trick, using the shadows and black sheets to give the illusion of floating in the darkness. He figured where this was leading... That's right! What the hell did you think the rose was for!? His hand still shaking a little, he picked up the rose and winked at her. He transformed, but just for the look, knowing that her fantasy love had always been his alter ego.
Within seconds, a very nervous Tuxedo Mask (blushing heavily) was sitting sideways on the bed, wondering what in the world was going to happen next. (Knowing Serena, and considering that insane scavenger hunt, it really could be ANYTHING.) But for once tonight, Serena didn't shock him. He wondered if she had fallen asleep waiting for him. Probably that was exactly what happened. Well, if he took that long, he was definitely going to make it up to her!
Dropping his coat, hat, mask and cape on the floor and sliding his shoes off, he slowly stretched out on the bed next to her. Laying on his side, propping himself up on one gloved hand, he ran his other hand lightly up and down her side. She gasped and curled up reflexively, giggling softly. Slowly, blue eyes opened to see what had to be the hottest man alive.
"Hello," he said softly.
Serena just stared at him, her mouth hanging open. A low-pitched laugh seemed to come from deep in his chest. Gently, he slid one hand under her chin, closing her mouth. She blinked at him, hardly believing he was real. Just to make sure, she reached a slim hand out to touch his cheek. However, there was only one thing wrong with that plan: he was faster. The hand that had been stroking her under her chin caught her hand about an inch from his face.
"Before this goes any further," he said in a low voice, almost a growl. "Did you really mean what I think you meant?"
She rolled her eyes and made a 'pff' sound, acting extremely annoyed.
"You didn't open the bag, did you?"
"Was I supposed to?" he asked.
"I just assumed you would."
"Well, should I open it now?" he asked, growling low in his throat.
"Go ahead... But try not to be too shocked."
"Don't worry," he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "After knowing you as long as I have, it takes a lot to shock me."
He knew full well that he was lying through his teeth. He almost hated to think what might be in that bag. But curiosity got the better of him this time. He sat up and slid off the bed to open the bag.
< What did she have to use the bunny laundry bag for? >
Tuxedo Mask, thrown off course by a bunny print laundry bag???
You bet your @$$.
Finally, he just grabbed the bottom of the bag and up-ended it onto the floor of the bedroom. He could practically HEAR Serena grinning triumphantly at him. Well he wasn't going to let her know how this had affected him, oooooh no. Slowly, he reached for the first things he saw: a blindfold and what appeared to be... Luna's feather toy??
< Well I've seen everything else today... >
Trying to maintain the dark/mysterious image, he hid the two... items... behind his back as he began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. Serena watched with wide eyes. She actually began to get a little nervous as he slid the satin blindfold over her two odangos. Just what WAS he going to do anyway?
She felt one gloved hand slide up her stomach and shivered at the touch. The other was slowly untying the two little silver ribbons that held her sheer robe closed. She could feel her face becoming VERY warm.
"You're blushing," said a dark voice in her ear, before ducking down to gently nip her earlobe.
The gloved hand was lifted off her stomach and she squeaked her disappointment. The caress of his hand was replaced by a very odd sensation. It felt like a fairly large butterfly was flitting over her skin, driving her touch sensors wild. Starting just above the waist of the silver thong, the little feather was drawn slowly up the middle of her body. It tickled her collar bone for half a second before traveling maddeningly lightly back down.
Slowly, her lover (she can't see, remember?) began untying the thin silver satin that held her bra on in front. Gently, the little ribbon straps slipped off her shoulders. Serena arched her now-bare breasts towards her lover, begging to be touched. Again, she felt the light touch of the feather. It flicked over her nipples, teasing them into rosy little buds. She moaned and arched her back again, needing him to touch her.
Darien looked down at Serena. He knew that she needed him to touch her and kiss her and hold her. He wanted to make it so much more than just that. Seeing the two tight peaks being arched up to him, he shifted around so that he was lying next to her, but not touching her. A gentle pinch on one peak made her squirm. The same thing to its twin got the same result.
If she was so responsive just to a little touch, what would she do if...
He leaned over slowly and was about to flick his tongue out, but stopped. Serena writhed at the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive skin. Slowly, tenderly, Darien ran the point of his tongue over the little pink bud. Serena cried out and arched into his touch. Darien pulled back, letting the sensation build up. As Serena stopped arching up to him, he closed his lips around the tight peak, making her moan and squirm. He hadn't even started half of it yet!
As he suckled on one little bud, he teased the other with that damned feather. Slowly, as she arched up into his mouth, one hand, ungloved this time, began snaking down her body. He fluttered his fingers over the soft skin of her belly and down to right above the waist of her thong. At feeling the movements of his fingers, Serena bucked her hips upwards. Darien managed to pin her on the bed by pressing his knee down across her thighs. She was panting and straining against his hold.
Gently, Darien moved his knee just enough to let her spread her legs a bit, while keeping her pinned. Continuing to drive her mad with the sensation of his tongue against her skin, he began to stroke her between her legs, feeling her through the thin fabric of her thong. The little garment was becoming soaked with her juices. Serena squeezed every muscle down there that she possibly could, trying to get rid of the pressure building up inside her.
"Darien..." she panted. "I need it... I feel like -pant- I'm -pant- on fire..."
Darien growled deep in his throat, running sparks through her nipple. Serena moaned, louder than before. She tried to grind against his hand, but he still had her pinned. Slowly, Darien started untying the ribbons that made up the waist of the little silver thong. Or trying to anyway...
< Good GOD! Who tied these f*cking knots!? >
Finally, he had them loose and slipped the soaked little piece of fabric off her. He lifted his head from her breast, smiling darkly at her. She barely noticed; her eyes were partially rolled up in her head.
Darien used her lack of awareness as an opportunity to get up and shed his own clothing. Slowly, trying not to touch her or move her, he slid back onto the bed. His fingers sneaked down her belly again, this time going straight down to the apex of her thighs. When he first felt her, he was a little surprised. She had somehow managed to shave herself smooth and not kill herself.
< I thought I took her razor away after that last disaster... >
Pushing worry out of his mind, he continued running his fingers lightly over her velvet-soft nether lips. Serena gasped and bucked her hips again. Darien pulled his hand away and got up to try and find something else in the pile of... who-knows-what... on the floor. Quickly, he managed to find something(s?) that might be... eh... useful.
Serena was writhing on the bed and almost crying in frustration in his oh, thirty seconds absence. Darien saw her and he was going to make it up to her. Sliding back onto the bed, he kissed her mouth quickly, just to let her know this wasn't going to hurt. Slowly, he left a trail of hot, wet kisses down her body as he moved towards her nether lips. Softly, he kissed the little nub that held a tangle of hypersensitive nerves. Serena cried out and her hips jerked straight up, grinding herself against his mouth. She never noticed the little bud he slipped into her, placing it right on the spot that could bring her crashing over the edge.
She never noticed... that is, until he turned it on. Instantly, her inner walls clamped on the vibrating bud and her hips bucked uncontrollably. Moving with her, Darien kept his hand on the little pearl that was the center of her pleasure. Serena was almost there, almost at the edge of her control. Darien's finger pushing the tiny bud deeper inside her, forcing it right up on her g-spot finally sent her off the deep end, screaming and thrusting wildly. Her juices soaked the black sheets, making the whole room smell deliciously of sex.
A Time to "Bond"
(Or: Things Heat Up!)
... As he got a look at Serena.
She was something else, that was for sure. A sheer silver robe did almost nothing to conceal the silver bra and thong that accented her curves. Her hair seemed to float around her. In fact, she seemed to be hovering, laying on her side with her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful, not like she was planning anything at all. (Yeah... THAT's possible, not.) A rose seemed to float on air about 18 inches from her feet.
Darien tried to walk over to her and his shins collided with what seemed to be a bed frame. Nice trick, using the shadows and black sheets to give the illusion of floating in the darkness. He figured where this was leading... That's right! What the hell did you think the rose was for!? His hand still shaking a little, he picked up the rose and winked at her. He transformed, but just for the look, knowing that her fantasy love had always been his alter ego.
Within seconds, a very nervous Tuxedo Mask (blushing heavily) was sitting sideways on the bed, wondering what in the world was going to happen next. (Knowing Serena, and considering that insane scavenger hunt, it really could be ANYTHING.) But for once tonight, Serena didn't shock him. He wondered if she had fallen asleep waiting for him. Probably that was exactly what happened. Well, if he took that long, he was definitely going to make it up to her!
Dropping his coat, hat, mask and cape on the floor and sliding his shoes off, he slowly stretched out on the bed next to her. Laying on his side, propping himself up on one gloved hand, he ran his other hand lightly up and down her side. She gasped and curled up reflexively, giggling softly. Slowly, blue eyes opened to see what had to be the hottest man alive.
"Hello," he said softly.
Serena just stared at him, her mouth hanging open. A low-pitched laugh seemed to come from deep in his chest. Gently, he slid one hand under her chin, closing her mouth. She blinked at him, hardly believing he was real. Just to make sure, she reached a slim hand out to touch his cheek. However, there was only one thing wrong with that plan: he was faster. The hand that had been stroking her under her chin caught her hand about an inch from his face.
"Before this goes any further," he said in a low voice, almost a growl. "Did you really mean what I think you meant?"
She rolled her eyes and made a 'pff' sound, acting extremely annoyed.
"You didn't open the bag, did you?"
"Was I supposed to?" he asked.
"I just assumed you would."
"Well, should I open it now?" he asked, growling low in his throat.
"Go ahead... But try not to be too shocked."
"Don't worry," he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "After knowing you as long as I have, it takes a lot to shock me."
He knew full well that he was lying through his teeth. He almost hated to think what might be in that bag. But curiosity got the better of him this time. He sat up and slid off the bed to open the bag.
< What did she have to use the bunny laundry bag for? >
Tuxedo Mask, thrown off course by a bunny print laundry bag???
You bet your @$$.
Finally, he just grabbed the bottom of the bag and up-ended it onto the floor of the bedroom. He could practically HEAR Serena grinning triumphantly at him. Well he wasn't going to let her know how this had affected him, oooooh no. Slowly, he reached for the first things he saw: a blindfold and what appeared to be... Luna's feather toy??
< Well I've seen everything else today... >
Trying to maintain the dark/mysterious image, he hid the two... items... behind his back as he began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. Serena watched with wide eyes. She actually began to get a little nervous as he slid the satin blindfold over her two odangos. Just what WAS he going to do anyway?
She felt one gloved hand slide up her stomach and shivered at the touch. The other was slowly untying the two little silver ribbons that held her sheer robe closed. She could feel her face becoming VERY warm.
"You're blushing," said a dark voice in her ear, before ducking down to gently nip her earlobe.
The gloved hand was lifted off her stomach and she squeaked her disappointment. The caress of his hand was replaced by a very odd sensation. It felt like a fairly large butterfly was flitting over her skin, driving her touch sensors wild. Starting just above the waist of the silver thong, the little feather was drawn slowly up the middle of her body. It tickled her collar bone for half a second before traveling maddeningly lightly back down.
Slowly, her lover (she can't see, remember?) began untying the thin silver satin that held her bra on in front. Gently, the little ribbon straps slipped off her shoulders. Serena arched her now-bare breasts towards her lover, begging to be touched. Again, she felt the light touch of the feather. It flicked over her nipples, teasing them into rosy little buds. She moaned and arched her back again, needing him to touch her.
Darien looked down at Serena. He knew that she needed him to touch her and kiss her and hold her. He wanted to make it so much more than just that. Seeing the two tight peaks being arched up to him, he shifted around so that he was lying next to her, but not touching her. A gentle pinch on one peak made her squirm. The same thing to its twin got the same result.
If she was so responsive just to a little touch, what would she do if...
He leaned over slowly and was about to flick his tongue out, but stopped. Serena writhed at the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive skin. Slowly, tenderly, Darien ran the point of his tongue over the little pink bud. Serena cried out and arched into his touch. Darien pulled back, letting the sensation build up. As Serena stopped arching up to him, he closed his lips around the tight peak, making her moan and squirm. He hadn't even started half of it yet!
As he suckled on one little bud, he teased the other with that damned feather. Slowly, as she arched up into his mouth, one hand, ungloved this time, began snaking down her body. He fluttered his fingers over the soft skin of her belly and down to right above the waist of her thong. At feeling the movements of his fingers, Serena bucked her hips upwards. Darien managed to pin her on the bed by pressing his knee down across her thighs. She was panting and straining against his hold.
Gently, Darien moved his knee just enough to let her spread her legs a bit, while keeping her pinned. Continuing to drive her mad with the sensation of his tongue against her skin, he began to stroke her between her legs, feeling her through the thin fabric of her thong. The little garment was becoming soaked with her juices. Serena squeezed every muscle down there that she possibly could, trying to get rid of the pressure building up inside her.
"Darien..." she panted. "I need it... I feel like -pant- I'm -pant- on fire..."
Darien growled deep in his throat, running sparks through her nipple. Serena moaned, louder than before. She tried to grind against his hand, but he still had her pinned. Slowly, Darien started untying the ribbons that made up the waist of the little silver thong. Or trying to anyway...
< Good GOD! Who tied these f*cking knots!? >
Finally, he had them loose and slipped the soaked little piece of fabric off her. He lifted his head from her breast, smiling darkly at her. She barely noticed; her eyes were partially rolled up in her head.
Darien used her lack of awareness as an opportunity to get up and shed his own clothing. Slowly, trying not to touch her or move her, he slid back onto the bed. His fingers sneaked down her belly again, this time going straight down to the apex of her thighs. When he first felt her, he was a little surprised. She had somehow managed to shave herself smooth and not kill herself.
< I thought I took her razor away after that last disaster... >
Pushing worry out of his mind, he continued running his fingers lightly over her velvet-soft nether lips. Serena gasped and bucked her hips again. Darien pulled his hand away and got up to try and find something else in the pile of... who-knows-what... on the floor. Quickly, he managed to find something(s?) that might be... eh... useful.
Serena was writhing on the bed and almost crying in frustration in his oh, thirty seconds absence. Darien saw her and he was going to make it up to her. Sliding back onto the bed, he kissed her mouth quickly, just to let her know this wasn't going to hurt. Slowly, he left a trail of hot, wet kisses down her body as he moved towards her nether lips. Softly, he kissed the little nub that held a tangle of hypersensitive nerves. Serena cried out and her hips jerked straight up, grinding herself against his mouth. She never noticed the little bud he slipped into her, placing it right on the spot that could bring her crashing over the edge.
She never noticed... that is, until he turned it on. Instantly, her inner walls clamped on the vibrating bud and her hips bucked uncontrollably. Moving with her, Darien kept his hand on the little pearl that was the center of her pleasure. Serena was almost there, almost at the edge of her control. Darien's finger pushing the tiny bud deeper inside her, forcing it right up on her g-spot finally sent her off the deep end, screaming and thrusting wildly. Her juices soaked the black sheets, making the whole room smell deliciously of sex.