Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ The Prince that Rides in the Night ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Shoujo Kakumei: Utena. No matter how much I wish, or how often I delude myself, I do NOT own them. That honor goes to the esteemed Chiho Saito. *sighs* To anyone who tries to sue me, please let it be known that doing so results in Karmic imbalance, and you shall be smote by the hands of a thousand waitresses carrying bamboo-sticks. Think about it.

WARNING! This story contains spoilers for the Episode 33 of SKU. It also contains somewhat graphic sex. I trust that your being here means that you either stumbled here on accident, and will be smart enough to hit the "Back" button, or you know what the "NC-17" rating entails, WANT to read about Akio and Utena, and, preferrably, have seen Episode 33. You have been warned.

(oh, and if you find any spelling/gramatical errors, please let me know asap via email so that i might fix them! i don't want to bother the good readers with my atrocious abilities. ja ne!)

The Prince that Rides in the Night

an Akio/Utena story

"Listen. Today was... I can't believe we goofed around until this late."

Charming. In her own, naive, boyish way, she was actually quite charming.

Akio slid one hand gently up her thigh, registering but not really paying attention to what she was saying.

"I have to make my lunch for tomorrow as soon as we get back."

A smirk graced his lips and an amused glint appeared in his eyes as he nodded amicably and slid down her body. What a perfect body. Pale and creamy, soft and supple, lithe from the hours she devoted to sports. Soft and willing, but tense and unsure.

"Let's see... what should I have?"

He considered stopping at her midriff to taste her delicate skin, but discarded the idea as he realized she would need to get used to him as it were.

"We have some salmon left over. Some salmon, and... And, uh..."

She had hesitated when his breath tickled the back of her knee. He filed that away for future reference.

"I can boil up some asparagus. An omelette would be quick to make."

Large, strong hands kneaded her feet, gently loosening the muscles there. Finished, he massaged up her legs until he reached her knees, where he switched to her other foot.

"You see, I usually just whip something up with the dinner leftovers. There's two servings for Himemiya and me... Oh, great, what'll i do? I can't think of anything else."

Slowly, he spread her legs, then eased gently up to kneel between her knees. One hand per leg, he gently massaged his way up her thighs, reached her apex, skimmed his hands gently across her pelvic cradle. One hands stayed and traced lazy circles on her abdomen as the other slipped a finger within her.

The tight, moist walls of her heat clung to his fingers like a second skin. Spreading the upper folds and softly caressing her clitoris with his thumb, Akio began to pump his fingers in and out. In. Out. In. Out. In. He paused, added another finger, and began again.

"S-salmon, asparagus, and an omelette... What else? What should I do?"

She bit her finger and Akio gently removed his fingers from her heated folds. She began darting glances at him, but looked away each time, embarassed as she saw him licking his fingers clean.

"Hey...What do you think I should make? Maybe a sandwich? I could mix the salmon and the asparagus with some mayonaise. Mash in some hard-boiled egg..."

One hand planted on either side of her hips, Akio lowered himself so that he could better-access her womanhood. He rested his head on her thigh, calmly parted her folds once more, and simply lay there staring for a moment. Then, leaning forward, he ran his tongue from her opening to her clitoris. Two fingers from his left hand slid inside, subtly gyrating. Thumb and forefinger from his right held her open, his tongue softly laving the swollen nub.

"I don't know. What should I do? This is no good... Isn't there anything else? I can't remember..."

The pitch of her voice was rising, her inner muscles were beginning to tighten. Akio drew himself upwards and ran his left hand, glistening with her juices, over his ready shaft.

"W-we left all the food out, too. I hope it's still good to eat. We..."

Akio pushed himself into her opening slightly, preparing himself. His arms propped him up from beside her chest. He bent down, nuzzled first one nipple, then the other. When his mouth reached the second, he ran the hot, velvety pad of his tongue over it.

"We always put it away in the refridgerator...Today..."

Akio drove home and bit at her nipple in the same moment. Eyes squeezed shut, he fought not to break the skin on her breast, and won.

Sotightsohotsowet...

She was so close already... He was so close already. He hoped she would come soon.

Releasing her nipple to watch her face, he drew out, then rammed back in.

Once more.

Twice.

Each time, she gave a small spazm. As her body finally surrendered to the ultimate release, she turned to look at him.

"Tell me...!" she whispered, body shuddering around him. "What is eternity?"

~Owari~