Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Sang Sur les Roses ❯ Chapter V ( Chapter 5 )

Facedown on the cold black marble Touga pushed himself up, his arms vibrating from the tension. The shutters were down and he couldn't make out a damn thing, not even his hand waving before his nose. His white jacket hung open dusting the floor he felt a fine sheen of perspiration on his smooth chest begin to collect as he drew nearer to the heat source. Touga knew that son of a bitch would be there perched on the projector; wide-eyed and dreamy like the lot of them. Just another fantasy he would have to contend with, or was Utena's confrontation with Anthy realistic to a degree? When the Lucifer handed you the dice he stayed far out of its path. The observatory's projector glowed and hummed with an awesome, impossible power and its construct even more impressive. A host of prismatic rays shot every color of the rainbow from the portholes on the gigantic projection globe. It resembled a disproportionate dumbbell really. On a circular dais it was raised a dozen or so feet in the air, a pair of chrome struts suspended it and the ribcage projector housed hundreds of lenses no larger than a doll's eye inside generating the star maps appearing on the dome. A steel ladder bolted to the massive traversing crossbar was his perch, but Touga did not find his grievous silhouette. He oddly was at ease with that though he could imagine what surprises were in store for him at a later time. All that was required was patience. The projector was computer controlled, something Touga became familiar with quickly and he took to the keyboard immediately bringing the machine to life.

            ; The constellations were in place and the world was where it should be. Always in motion with no change or deviation. A ripple of worry ebbed through the seventeen-year-old redhead, was he not the chosen successor? He who would ultimately take his place on the projector master of all games, perpetrator of all secrets. Ultimate power just beyond and he could see it, the broken red-carpeted viaduct over the parapets! Why couldn't he see it until now? Had he wasted so much of his time here toying with things and being toyed with? Leaving the controls Touga strutted to the doors and leaping with a track runner's skill he landed on the bridge, the scruff of debris crushing beneath his shoes. A white protective French grille over the oak double doors had plaits of thorny white rose chains woven throughout. The deep maroon varnish was comforting as he wrapped an excited fist around one of the long gold handles.

            ; “Ah-ah-ah-ahh…!” The sound dark and rich as the overpowering tea plantations of his native soil curled its fingers out from the darkness. “What did I say about getting ahead of yourself, Seitokaichou?” Touga pulled back once again standing on the black marble. No longer did he bother to pose any of the silly, immature questions of his adolescence at these times. The band struck up and the familiar caresses of hands were on his body, the sensation first on his face then to his buttocks. Touga gasped without meaning to when he was clawed in his prince's possessive grasp. One hand unfurled along his hip and another at his shoulder as Touga was whirled into the dance promenaded so easily unifying with the music. The prince in full white regalia: coattails, boots, an emerald brooch encrusted with rubies, a golden spearhead and fleur-de-lis at the ends of his red velvet braids. His silvery lavender hair freed from its usual ponytail. He glided them along as though he were born from the orchestra and made for music. Touga dizzy and his body unable to reach any kind of equilibrium he felt as though he were about to lose his footing but never seemed to. The plethora of stars above acted as eyes, billions of them unblinking scrutinizing and spying on him. His every movement assessed, dissected and recorded, unbending lynching him tighter and tighter. Abruptly the room was silent as a sepulcher and the back of Touga's knees hit the edge of a mattress.

            ; Floating above was the prince's hawkish grinning face and acerbic leaf green eyes. His white linen covered knee wedged callously into Touga's crotch, the cock waking. “Now you know Mr. President,” he sighed languorously, “I put all my hopes on your victory.” The prince undid the button on his pants and reached for the zipper. “But you know you still must learn patience… and I believe a little refresher course is needed… Anthy…” The prince sang. A spotlight beamed on the Rose Bride in her white and red finery. Touga was sprawled out on a Queen Anne four-poster, the chalky light struck and gleamed along the footboard's copper-gold railing like a sword. Anthy's ebony satin pumps clicked tenderly, her skirts swished on the floor as she covered Touga's cock with her mouth. Her painted scarlet mouth exercised a merciless suction, her tongue tracing every blushing ridge and bulbous indigo vein. Anthy's pink meat outlined the seam on the underside of Touga's teeming organ, swallowing him again she regulated her motions allowing only her tongue to flay him.

            ; Touga hissed and groaned above, his sweat soaked chest rose and fell unevenly and his jacket rolled down his arms. His sweat dampened the carnation silk sheets as he reached to stroke Anthy's slender neck and small head working him with a brilliant savagery. For a brief heavenly moment he felt the gossamer soft trails of pink stroke his inner thighs and blue eyes smolder into his own. Touga blinked and convulsed almost ripping his cock from between the Rose Bride's lips. “It's all right Touga,” the prince sympathized. “You can pretend, Anthy and I don't mind at all. We do it quite a bit ourselves you see…” he confessed. `Utena' released him and stood between his spread legs taking both his hands bringing them to her ribs and caressing them upwards to span her breasts. His fingers tensed on the mounds of flesh under the pink taffeta and satin unwillingly.

            ; “I love you Touga…” Anthy replicated Utena's voice to a chilling perfection. Or was he too late and her ghost was forever caged in this funhouse? He made a dreadful miscalculation. “I need you inside me…” Her glossy pink lips parted and the opening bars of the Ave Maria were heard. Shucking his trousers Touga let his skin properly breathe, the smoky night air whipped at it as he gathered Utena to his mouth and sucked the breath from her, laving at her lips with great strokes of his tongue. The prince licked his chops at this truly magnificent dish, such innocent flesh waiting to be devoured and tainted by his touch not just blotting the surface that would be too simple and tame. Touga shredded Utena's pink and black gown and threw her back on the bed, she stretched out beneath him ruffling the satin her stroking ass tempting him. “Touga…” She crooned.

His fingers drummed on her flat, white belly. “Touch yourself,” Touga commanded through his smirk. “Pretend it's me.” Utena undulated slicking her lips, slowly sucking on her fingers and slid them low parting the labia. Embarrassingly wet each pass produced an inviting squelch from her sweet pink. Her fingers dove deep and her young, nubile body seized up as she pumped her hips riding her index and middle fingers. Touga pressed his palms flat on her hips to temporarily halt her.

            ; “Let's see…” The prince said disparaging them from above. Touga looped his index finger and thumb around her tiny wrist to extract her hand. Her juices spilled to the sheets soaking her buttocks and drizzled on her lower abdomen as Touga presented her hand to the prince. Inspecting his find, the silken moisture gleamed lasciviously wrapping his tongue and lips around the fingers absorbing the juices onto his palette. “Anthy…” He growled, her panting mouth ready for him just under his crotch.

            ; “Onii-sama…” She whined. Touga positioned himself between `Utena's' legs, `Then we shall take this one together.' Threading his fingers through his little sister's smooth mauve tresses the prince's mighty cock plunged into her mouth as Touga already within her thrusted carelessly.

 

            ; I'm more than a man and I don't fear falling

          &n bsp; I've fallen further than your eyes can see,

          &n bsp; But something inside me, your body is calling

          &n bsp; I'm tumbling toward you like a doom prophecy

 

          &n bsp; I want you to run, want you to make me give chase

          &n bsp; Beg for mercy when caught, tears staining your face

          &n bsp; Then succumb to desire, see with eyes open wide

          &n bsp; As I tear into your chest and slide deep inside…

 

TSUZUKU